#in a lab meeting once i got asked what i do to relax and im like. i dont. and my boss was like what abt drawing?

[thegreenmetblue]

STARKER FESTIVAL SUMMER BINGO : 2nd square

not a date

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Peter was utterly anxious. To be honest, he’s not even sure anything in his life stressed him more than that. To be fair, he wasn’t expecting this. At all. Let’s go back to earlier in the day. This morning to be more precise.

Peter was lying in his bed, watching some weird videos on YouTube. But it was Saturday morning. It’s what teenagers do on a early Saturday morning (read : at 10 am). Not that the boy was gonna say it out loud but it was either that, either reading fanfictions about Spiderman and Iron Man. But shhh if you ask him, he’d say it’s only for checking how people are describing him.

Anyway, he was watching some hilarious videos Ned has sent him for the last six days when his phone stopped the video in exchange of Tony Stark’s face. Peter’s heart skipped a beat in his chest, like every time Tony’s calling him. “Yes ?”, he answers with a faint voice. Most of the times, he has no issues talking to Tony face to face but god knows why, Peter has still big issues with calls.

“If this isn’t my favorite young adult. Hi, Pete. Im sorry if woke up you. Or maybe not that sorry, it was time to anyway.”, Tony’s voice says in the speaker. Peter’s cheeks redden at that. He doesn’t know the reason of it, but it’s been almost two months Tony stopped calling him a kid. And now he just said young adult, it gives hope to Peter’s poor heart. Maybe Tony stopped seeing him as a kid. Maybe he sees him more as an equal now ? Lost in his thoughts, the boy doesn’t even realize he didn’t answer to the man on the other side of the phone.

“Alright, imma take that as a no. Gosh, I wondered what happened to the boy that was practically begging to have all my attention.”, Tony laughs softly. Again, he just said Peter wasn’t that boy anymore. The boy makes a little shame sound to the man’s comment about his behavior, feeling his cheeks burning even more.

“N-no, im sorry, im here mr. Stark. You didn’t wake me up. And please take that back, I was never asking for you attention, old man.”, Peter shoots back. He loves doing that. He loves talking back to Tony. “Imma pretend I didn’t hear what you just called me. And Im also gonna pretend like you’re not shamelessly lying to me at the moment. Anyway, you have plans tonight ?”, Tony asks, a bit of growling in his voice. This automatically warms Peter’s heart. He’s probably gonna go to Tony’s lab tonight.

Peter was trying not to smile too much when he remembered Tony wasn’t actually there. “No, I don’t have anything. You want me in the lab ?”, the boy asks and immediately regrets his choice of words. want me in the lab. Fuck. He was gonna say sorry to that, but thanks god Tony speaks before he can make it even more awkward. “No actually I was thinking of something a little more fun. What do you say about eating in a fancy restaurant tonight ?”. Peter’s heart doesn’t skip a beat this time, it skips severals. Tony wants- what ?

“What ?”, he lets out, without even realizing it. “Should I take that as a no again ?”. Tony’s voice echoes in Peter’s brain but never gets analyzed. The boy’s still frozen, his phone hanging in his hand, the sound of his beating heart ringing in his ears.

“Peter ? Fri just told me your heartbeats are unsually high, are you okay ?”. And this time, that wakes him up. “Wh-what ? Oh.. no that’s- im okay, it’s just- MJ!”, Peter stutters as an answer. He swears he can hear Tony’s frowning’s expression in the silence that follows.

“I mean, she- MJ, she sent me a funny, a text, it reminded me of something and I huh.. yeah. No, that’s yes.”. Another long silence. that’s a yes. Peter feels like he just answered a proposal. “Yes as in, im free for tonight, mr. Stark.”, Peter finishes, his cheeks burning with shame.

“Great. And Im not gonna question what just happened, alright ? Be ready for 7.”, Tony simply says before hanging up. Just like that. Just like he didn’t just made Peter’s brain completely fry.

“Did Tony just asked me on a date?”, Peter asks himself out loud, alone in his bedroom, his jaw hanging in shook. What the hell ?

That’s how Peter started the most stressful day of his entire life. Exams ? Spiderman ? Thanos ? Forget all of this, he has a freakin’ date with Tony freakin’ Stark, that is the real stressful shit. He spends half of the day walking in his apartment.

Around 3, he starts to panic hard because Tony said fancy. But Peter doesn’t have fancy clothes. He stayed in front of his phone, hesitating to send Tony something about that or no. He doesn’t want Tony to think he only has kid’s clothes. But then, better this than showing up in a fancy restaurant with a pun-sweat right ?

PP : How should I be dressed for tonight ?

Peter finally sends, not asking but hoping Tony’ll understand what he meant. His smile increases when, 6 minutes after, his phone rings.

TS : Happy is gonna drop you a suit at 5.

Peter’s inside catches fire at that. The words sugar daddy are ringing in his ears. Tony is gonna buy him a suit. Just for tonight. For their date. “Oh my god, imma be sick.”, Peter mumbles. His heart has been beating so fast since the call. And he feels like he’s gonna throw up. And he’s also happy. So happy. But- a date ? With Tony Stark ? Peter has been in love with the man for- he can’t even remember. Of course at first it was just a fan crush, then a real crush, then it bloomed into full love. And Peter never thought he could had a chance. But- Peter’s thoughts get cut by the entry door opening.

It’s May. And it’s been 5 hours now that Peter is combusting with impatience all alone in his apartment that he just can’t help himself. As soon as May starts taking to him, he blurts out : “I’ve got a date tonight!”

That’s how the hundreds of questions start. May knows he’s gay. However, May doesn’t know he loves Tony and she definitely doesn’t know the actual date is with Tony. So when she starts asking who he is, Peter realizes it maybe wasn’t the best idea. So after receiving the 5 hugs May felt like she needed to give him for that, the boy sends another text to Tony.

PP : Can we meet at the park next to my building please?

And then, he lets May giving him advices for tonight. “Alright, I get why you won’t tell me. Even if Im a little concerned, I get it. Where is he taking you ?”, she asks, a big smile on her face. “I don’t know actually, he just said it was somewhere fancy.”, Peter answers, trying not to let his smile gets to him too much.

“And how are you gonna get dressed ? You maybe can try some of Ben’s suit ?”. And Peter’s heart warms at that proposition. “It’s alright May, I already have something to wear actually.”

The two next hours aren’t better, they’re worst. May continues giving him advices. For his sakes, Peter swears himself to never use some. Then he takes a shower, the longest he never took. Just in case. He wants all of his skin to smell good for Tony. His cheeks brun at this thought. Are him and Tony gonna.. ? Now his whole body is warming up and Peter can’t help but jerking off at the thought of him and Tony going home tonight and having some fun.

When Happy leaves him a text saying the suit is in the mailbox, the boy sneaks to get it. Once the suit is on him, Peter can’t stop looking at his own reflection in the mirror. It’s a light blue suit and fuck, he does look good in those. His whole skin is shivering because Tony bought it to him. Tony’s money is touching his skin. The boy snorts at his own weird thoughts. But he can’t help it.

A small whine escapes his lips when he realizes there’s still 1h30 before Tony comes to get him. And that’s the absolute worst feeling ever. Peter tries to work, to watch a tv show, to talk with May, to phone MJ or Ned, to build lego, but nothing is able to make the time look less slow. And the more the time passes, the more Peter’s stomach gets stress crushed.

When 7 pm is finally approaching, Peter’s not even sure he can breath anymore. “Peter, hey- Peter, please can you stop ?”, May finally snaps and Peter turns to her, ready to burst at her that she doesn’t know how he feels right now, but she shushes him before he can even start.

“Everything’s gonna go well, angel. But please, you’re gonna faint before you’ll even get there, alright ? You’re handsome my baby, he’s gonna love you.”, May tries to calm him by hugging him. He was about to answer her when the clock beside them shows that 7 pm is in 5 minutes. Peter jumps saying he’s gonna be late and rushes out of the apartment.

He went down the stairs, crossed the street and went to the park in a 1 minute time. His heart is menacing to get out of his chest. And when he finally hears Tony’s voice behind him, his whole body jerks and he turns to the voice.

His heart stops again. Holy fuck, Tony is- he’s god-handsome. Peter’s jaw opens and doesn’t close.

“You’re doing alright Peter ?”, Tony asks, after a few seconds. Peter tries. He tries really hard. But Tony is in front of him, in a grey suit that looks absolutely heavenly hot on him, and they’re going on a date and-

“Peter ?”, this time, he forces himself to answer before Tony decides to leaves him there. “Hum… huh- yeah? Yeah you look good. I- I mean.. Im good! Im doing… good.”. He watches in horror as Tony tries to not laugh at him. “Blue suits you, by the way.”, Tony comments and Peter tries not to blush or smile at that.

Then the older one shows him the car behind them and Peter hurries inside.

“So. Why the park ?”, the man asks after a few seconds. Peter’s brows frown in confusion. “Forget it. Everything alright Pete ? You look… tense. Did something happened while you patrolled ?”. And this time, Peter’s sure he’s blushing. Why can’t he just relax ? Okay it’s a date but it shouldn’t be any different than the rest of the time they spend together.

“Yeah.. Yeah im sorry I was just a bit nervous, you know… I… Im happy you invited me tho! So.. where are we going ?”, the boy tries to show he’s grateful for this. The last thing he wants is Tony thinking he’s not happy about the date.

“It’s an Italian restaurant, my favorite one. You’ll see, everything that’ll get into your mouth tonight will make you fly.”, Tony answers and there’s a silence. Peter’s cheeks burn hot now. Did Tony really said- oh my god. “Im just realizing how it sounds. Maybe not my best choices of words.”, the man laughs. laughs, as if he didn’t created a whole fire in Peter’s body. The boy just prays not to pop up a boner just because of a single sentence.

The rest of the ride is just small talks and when they finally arrive, Peter stays close to Tony, it makes him feel protected. And he likes it. The smile on his face is uncontrollable. He can’t believe he’s on an actual date with Tony Stark. His heart is about to burst from happiness. And the place is stunning, and Tony’s stunning. And Peter sees people watching them and he feels proud. He knows how much people want Tony. But Tony’s there with him.

Once they’re seated, Peter can’t help but stare at Tony who’s in front of him. And the only thing he can think of is that he loves him. But the boy shuts up. Tony didn’t mentioned it being a date yet, and even when he does, Peter can’t just say he loves him already.

When the menu comes, Peter just stare at the Italian names blankly. “I… I don’t understand anything that’s written.” , he murmurs to Tony, a bit ashamed. But the man just fondly snorts in response and translates him the different propositions. But after the explanations, Peter’s still lost as fuck. what the fuck are all of those ?. Tony laughs again, louder this time, noticing Peter’s lost face.

“You know what, I’ll order for you. How does that sound ?”. The boy’s heart stops and he flushes different shades of red at once. Tony is gonna order for him. “That- That sounds good. Im sorry I don’t know what are those.”, Peter finally says. “Hey, none of that Pete. Plus, Im kinda excited for you to try what I’ll pick for you.”, the man says, like it wasn’t making Peter squirm in his chair. Oh my god, he’s gonna die.

To give himself a bit of capacity, he pretends to read the menu once again and pouts noticing the prices aren’t there. Meaning it must be like, super expensive. He knows Tony can pay, and there’s a side of him that likes it. Because it’s easier for him to call Tony Daddy in his head. But there’s also a part of him that hates it because it feels like he can’t complete. May and Peter are kinda broke and Peter would have liked to be able to pay a restaurant to Tony too.

“What’s up with the pout ?”. Shit. “N-Nothing, mr. Stark really. It’s just… you know, I can’t… it’s a fancy restaurant and May and I aren’t…”, he begins but Tony cuts him. “Im stopping you right there, Peter. Im sorry if me picking a fancy restaurant embarrassed you, I should have asked where you wanted to go first. But don’t worry about that, okay ? Im not asking you to pay for anything, I invited you there.”. Peter feels his heart beating hard in his chest. “No, Im really happy to be there, I swear! I just… I just don’t want- I don’t know, forget it.”.

Tony does what Peter asked him, he drops the subject and start talking about Peter’s project in the lab. And that, it allows Peter to relax a bit. Because it suddenly feels like a normal time with Tony. And not a date. Well, a date yes but not an awkward one. And if Peter chokes on his own saliva when Tony orders in fucking italian in front of him, then at least, the man acts like he didn’t see it. And Peter’s happy there’s a table because explaining to Tony why he’s hard right now would have been real awkward.

It becomes a bit more awkward again when the meals arrive. Because Peter gets aroused by how good the food Tony picked for him is. Because Tony looks genuinely satisfied with the fact Peter moans at every bite he takes. And because watching the gorgeous man eating in front of him is also a whole show.

Peter is too occupied staring at Tony to realize he’s missing his mouth with the next bite he takes. The man laughs gently at him and Peter wants to fucking hide under the table because now Tony’ll think he doesn’t know how to eat.

“That’s good huh ? Knew you would like it.”, Tony smiles, after a minute of silence. The smile on Peter’s lips grows automatically. He likes that. He really likes that Tony knew what he’d like. “That’s… the best thing I ever ate mr. Stark!”, Peter answers, beaming with happiness. Even the awkward moments can’t ruin this for him. He’s so happy.

The rest of the evening goes well. So well even. But the more the end approaches, the more Peter can’t help but asks himself if something’s gonna happen or not. Like… Is Tony gonna bring him home ? Is he gonna kiss him ? Even the thought of that is enough to make Peter’s head feel dizzy. He can’t even let himself imagine something more than a kiss would happen. And if he does, he’s gonna combust in front of Tony. And before his mind decides to picture them having sex, Peter shakes his head, his cheeks reddening with both shame and want. He had so many dream about Tony, so many wet dreams about Tony. He has been dreaming about the man since even before they actually meet. And Peter feels like he would cum the second Tony lays a hand on him. That’d be pretty awkward. And then, Peter can’t help but wonder what Tony sees in him. He’s nobody. Tony can have whoever he wants, and still, he chose him. Does Tony know he’s a virgin still ? Would he care ?

“Okay, have you even listened to a word I just told you ?”, Tony asks, a jaded look on his face. Peter realizes the man has been talking to him and blushes in shame. “Im so sorry! I was thinking… I got lost in my thoughts, sorry.”, he apologizes, hoping Tony won’t think he’s boring him.

“Wow, he’s getting invited to the fanciest restaurant ever and still act like it’s not enough. What more do you want Parker ?”, Tony jokes and one part of Peter is happy he didn’t get upset. Another part of him just wanna scream he wants Tony to kiss him once they’re out of the restaurant. But what if Tony wanna take his time ? He doesn’t wanna sound as desperate as he really is.

“I’d really love for a car.”, Peter jokes back, glad he made Tony smile. “Ask and you shall receive.”. And Peter doesn’t know how honest Tony is with this. He hopes the man is joking. But Tony’s intense look in his eyes when Peter said those words is enough to make him realize the man is serious about this. “I was joking, mr. Stark.”, the boy adds, just to be sure he won’t receive a car tomorrow. Tony doesn’t answer anything to that, which is kinda weird, but Peter doesn’t think too much about it.

When the server comes back and asks if they want a dessert, Tony answers for him again. No. This time Tony doesn’t wait for Peter to even asks him, he just orders him something in Italian again.

“I could have asked him for ice cream you know…”, Peter whines, faking a pout. “Oh so he understands Italian now.”. And the smile Tony had on his lips almost all night is making Peter heart feel so light.

“I don’t, but I don’t think I need a italian degree to understand ‘gelato’, old man.”, Peter teases, making himself feels hot all over his body. He sees Tony’s gaze changing a bit too. Is Tony loving this as much as him ? “Brat.”, the man accuses and Peter stops himself to make a punishment joke. They’re not there yet.

The boy is now eating his damn vanilla ice cream and can’t help the blush creeping on his face again. Tony is staring at him. Not watching. Staring. Peter’s senses can feel his intense gaze on him, on his face. And the boy feels like he doesn’t know how to eat anymore. He’s sure he’s putting ice cream everywhere on his lips and wants to die about it.

“Y-You didn’t want to take something ? Huh… dessert or- or coffee ?”, he stutters, to make things less intense, because Peter is seconds away to moan under Tony’s gaze. “Im all good, thanks Pete.”, Tony answers and the boy doesn’t know if he’s dreaming or not but Tony’s voice sounded more… low ? He goes back to eating his ice cream, hoping it’s the last ice cream he’ll ever eat in his life.

When they finally go out, Peter feels drunk. He’s so happy, so nervous and so horny at the same time. He’d say so in love but let’s not brings more awkward to this. They walk in silence to Tony’s car. And just before Tony can open his car, Peter blurts out : “Thank you so much for the dinner mr. Stark! It was really really good and really fun. I liked it… a lot.”, he says, knowing he’s blushing again but doesn’t care at this point. Maybe Tony is waiting for him to make the first move. Because he doesn’t wanna rush him.

“Pleasure was mine, Pete.”, the man answers, a soft smile on his lips. And then, Peter doesn’t even realize what his body his doing, but that should be the good time no ? His heart is pounding so fast and loud in his chest, ears and whole body as he leans and kiss Tony. A smack. Just a smack. Because Peter doesn’t even know how to kiss. It was fast, but enough to make Peter’s heart explodes in his chest.

But then he sees Tony’s face. Tony’s frozen and shocked face. Shit. Did it was too soon ? Did it sucked ? Did Tony expected someone who could actually kiss him ? Peter wants to throw up. ”Mr. Stark ?”, he asks faintly.

“Peter. What… What was that ?”, Tony questions, his tone dangerously flat. “I- I thought… Im so sorry I... You know with the date and all, I thought maybe… maybe it was a good time to kiss you, you know ? Im sorry if Im not a g-”, Peter painfully begins but gets cut by Tony. “Wait- A date ? It wasn’t a date.”, the man says, his voice suddenly high. Peter’s blood turns cold in his whole body.

What ?

“Wh- What ?”, he breathes, voice already trembling. Oh god no. No no no no, this can’t be happening.

“This. That’s- Christ, Peter. It wasn’t a date. I- I didn’t- We’re not- Fuck.”, Tony panics, his voice almost screaming the last bit, stepping back from Peter. Peter who’s still frozen, watching what’s happening in front of him without being able to move.

“Oh god, Im so sorry if I made you think it was a date, kid. Im- It wasn’t my intention.”, Tony tries to apologize, clearly still panicking. The only word echoing in Peter’s brain is kid. Tony hasn’t called him like that for months. And now he’s doing it again.

“Peter, kid. Shit, you can’t cry- I- Peter Im so sorry I shouldn’t-”. And it’s only when Tony says that that Peter realizes tears are rolling down his cheeks. His heart feels heavy in his chest. No. His heart feels completely crushed in his chest. And the humiliation. The boy still stands there, only capable of crying in front of Tony, who’s panicking on his own.

“Kid, you- Im sorry, Im not mad I swear, we can’t- We just can’t. We’re not… that.”. And Peter’s heart feels like breaking again. “D-Don’t call m-me k-kid.”, and it’s the only thing Peter can lets out before fully starting to cry. Small hiccups escaping his lips.

Tony watches in horror, unable to do much. “Peter, im begging you- stop crying, im not mad, you’re- kid I-”, the man starts and if he wasn’t so much in pain, Peter would have been genially shocked to see Tony struggling so much to speak. “Stop ca-calling me a kid!”, the boy almost screams, surprising both himself and Tony. The man steps back again. There’s a silence. A loud one. A painful one.

“Im sorry. It’s my fault if you thought- Jesus, it’s my fault if you mistook this, Peter. Im sorry I let you think this was a… a date. You can’t- it’s not on you, Im not mad.”, Tony speaks again. But it’s only words. Peter’s brain shut himself. He doesn’t understand what Tony is saying to him. He just wants to die.

“But- But I lo-”, he starts, desperately, only to get cut by the man in front of him again. “No. No you don’t. You- Jesus ki- Pete, it’s not-” and there’s a silence again. “It’s not wh-what ? True ? H-How would you know ? And wh-why… what was al-all of this for if-if it was- n’t a.. a da-date ?”, the boy desperately questions, in between cries. Tony’s pained expression intensifies. “Pete, stop crying.”.

“Answer me!”, the younger one screams. He can’t believe Tony. It’s not true. Tony is just being- delusional.

“Christ why are you doing this ? Peter, it was just- just… us.”. Peter never heard Tony’s voice sounding so desperate before today. But he can’t care. He feels like he’s been crushed by a fucking plane right now.

“Us ? Ye-yeah and Im- im saying that us, is me lo-lo-loving you and you- you looking at me with- with that look in your eyes.”. And Peter can sees Tony’s eyes watering. Again, it’d be the first time he sees Tony crying, but he still can’t care. The man just steps back and sighs, passing both of his hands on his face.

“You stopped calling me ki-kid. And- and you order for me- and- and sh-shit! I- I know you like it. I know i-it because I can se-see it, mr. Stark. I- I want- I want you… pl-please.”, Peter cries even harder now, his voice constantly cut by cries. “Please.”, he begs again. And it’s even more painful because Tony doesn’t answers anything. The man just stand in front if him, completely frozen, with a pained expression on his face. But he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t deny it. Why doesn’t he deny it ?

And suddenly, Tony’s warms hands are on his cheeks, trying to wipes the endless tears coming out of Peter’s eyes. But the sensation of the hand on his cheeks only makes Peter cry more. “Peter… Peter, baby.. please. You- fuck. You have to stop, alright ?”, Tony whispers, so close to him, but yet so far. baby.

Peter doesn’t realize he leans on the touch, he doesn’t realize Tony’s other hand is clenching hard on his light blue jacket. And despite everything that is happening right now, Peter only wants them to kiss. A real kiss.

But the next thing he feels is Tony’s strong body against him. The man is hugging him and Peter can’t help but hug him back, his cries still loudly getting out. “Peter, please. I can’t. You know I can’t. Im so sorry. I shouldn’t have invited you, I shouldn’t- I shouldn’t have let myself- I can’t.”, Tony murmurs those things in Peter’s ear, tightening his arm around the boy’s body and it only hurts Peter more. Why is Tony saying all of this ? What does it mean ?

“Please…”. It’s all what Peter is capable to say. Please love me. He feels Tony’s body, Tony’s warmth getting away and hates it. And the boy can’t take it. It hurts so much. So before Tony can even answer with another apologize, Peter’s wrists move on their own, and the next second he’s not there anymore, he’s on the top of the building next to the restaurant. He has to get away from Tony. He can’t stay there.

And if Peter hasn’t jumped on another building right away, he would have been able to hear Tony whispering on his own. “Pete… I wished you’d understand why this can’t be a date, why I can’t let you love me back.”, finally letting himself cry now that Peter ran away.

second square for @starkerfestivals 🙈🙈

alright so first of all im so sorry for this fjndldl 😭😭😭 this bingo is challenging me so much tho bc i wrote my first tony fucking peter and now i wrote my first sad ending

its just the first thing that came to my mind seeing ‘not a date’ so i followed my idea

also i edited it three fucking times bc tumblr was being a bitch with me today 🔪

#starker #ironspider #leah writes sometimes #starkerfestival summer bingo #starkerfestivals #starkerfestivalsevents #sfsummerbingo21

[yongtxt]

hundred [johnny]

word count: 4.5k words

characters: boxer!johnny x doctor!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: blood/wound/stitches mentions, johnny hates hospitals but he likes the pretty doctor, [im not a doctor nor a boxer pls dont say that i have info wrong because I Know]

author’s note: i know this isnt long to some of u but to me it is and i havent written this much for so long im so proud of myself for finishing this:( it isnt that good but this is the first long fic ive written in a while and shhsdjk also i needed to get this out of my system ive thought about this au since that jcc came out where johnny and hyuck was doing muay thai plssss (i couldnt find a better gif tho) ok this is getting too long / feedback is appreciated tysm

Johnny Suh hated hospitals with a burning passion.

It wasn't from a past trauma nor was he afraid of it, it wasn't that serious. He wasn't exactly sure what the cause of it really was. If he had to make a guess, it was probably from the accumulation of the little things, the insignificant factors people would usually dismiss but bothered him enough that it contributed to the big hatred he built for hospitals.

Maybe it was the distinct smell of hospitals, it reeked of death and old people. Maybe it was the atmosphere of the fluorescent-lit hallways, always gloomy and heavy. Maybe it was also the fact that the fees were so expensive and yet the food they provide tasted horrible, even the coffee was a hit or miss. The only upside he could think of was people get better in hospitals, but even that wasn't assured.

Despite how much Johnny despised hospitals, he always finds himself coming back. If he wanted to get better, he had no choice but to go. He would endure the gruesome process over and over again whether it be to treat his wounds or to stitch his cuts.

With his jaw littered with small bruises and his lips busted at the corner, he sat impatiently on the hospital bed as he waited for his doctor. He was fiddling with his fingers, knuckles bruised the same way his face was. He looked beaten up, he always did.

The clothes he wore contradicted the state he was in, they were fresh and laid back. He looked like a college student from the way he dressed. A delinquent more like, if one considered his cuts and bruises. Before heading to the hospital, he always makes it a point to shower and make himself appear presentable to the public. Although no one really bothers to take notice of his effort, only him.

The sliding door opened and Johnny's attention shot up from his phone, his gaze meeting with yours. Your head popped in, peaking through the small crack you made. Your eyes lit up in recognition as it always did whenever you see him.

"Youngho-ssi?" You spoke almost as if it was a question, voice barely above a whisper to make sure you were in the correct room, about to tend the correct patient.

Johnny didn't understand why you always did that, call out his name as if this was the first time you were seeing him. At that point, you've been already acquainted with him enough due to his numerous trips to the hospital. Either way, he nods every time.

You gave him a small smile, widening the door enough so you could enter. You wore a white lab coat, a name tag pinned to your chest and a stethoscope hung around your neck. You were small, although anyone compared to him was bound to be comparatively smaller – that wasn't the point, you looked young and that never fails to astound him every time you go through the door.

You had a clipboard in your hands, scanning through what he assumed to be his condition that a nurse had written earlier after a quick checkup and disinfection of his open wound. Your lips were formed on a tight line, eyebrows furrowed. He continued to stare at you with such amusement.

"You don't have to answer my question, Youngho-ssi, but why are you always here?" You finally broke the silence, startling him in the slightest. You never bothered to ask before, always just offering smiles and small talks while you did your work; maybe his sudden regularity of coming to the hospital recently made your curiosity peaked.

He couldn't blame you. Anybody would be curious why a 24-year-old man keeps coming back to the hospital with no clear explanation.

He cleared his suddenly dry throat, he never liked saying his job. He said, "I box for a living."

"Ah, that makes sense!" Your eyes visibly glimmered, absentmindedly jotting down notes on his medical records. "My coworkers and I thought you were in a gang or something."

"I don't think I would be allowed to be here if I was." He chuckled, making you giggle as well.

"Seo Youngho, 24, minor lip laceration in need of immediate suture." You read of his data from the clipboard, almost comically. It was medical terms he was unfortunately already too familiar with, to him, it basically meant that he had a busted lip that needs to be sewed shut.

"You can just call me Johnny. Youngho sounds too formal to me." He said nonchalantly. You nodded your head to his simple request; it probably was best if you got to know him better since he frequented the hospital so much.

"Alright, Johnny. We'll start the process now, okay?"

With keen eyes, he watched you slip on a pair of surgical gloves. You grabbed a tissue from the metal tray that sat beside him and began folding it into squares. He felt his heartbeat quicken, he hated getting stitches or any form of medical treatments for that matter, but as morbid as it was, he thought of it as punishment for his recklessness in the ring.

"Isn't boxing just, I don't know, senseless violence?" You asked, tone dripping with pure innocence and unadulterated interest as you gently dabbed away the remaining dried blood the nurse failed to clean earlier.

"It's a sport, it's how I bring money to the table." He pursed his lips, ignoring the twinge of pain that surged through his nerves. He visibly relaxed when you placed a hand onto his shoulder to reassure him.

Ever since the first time you got assigned to him, the first thing he took note of was the softness of your hands. You handled him as if he was fragile glass, despite how he easily towered over you. He felt pathetic as a 24-year-old but your gentle touches would greatly help put him at ease.

"I guess. I didn't mean to be rude." You were hesitant, Johnny could tell but he was glad you didn't push on any further. He couldn't handle explaining his occupation when you were about to pierce his skin. "Okay, Johnny, now that your lip is clean and the anesthesia had seeped in, we'll start. I think you know how it goes by now."

"Make it quick, please." He nodded, squinting his eyes shut at the mere contact of a surgical pen grazing over his gaped lips. You were relieved that his cut wasn't too big, you couldn't stomach the idea of putting him in too much pain for longer.

As you picked up the tweezers and string of nylon, you couldn't help but laugh at the six-foot boxer in front of you who was clearly petrified of getting stitches, "This will be done as soon as you know it. You won't really feel it because of the anesthesia, remember? Now count to a hundred backward for me."

Once the numb feeling of nylon dragged through his lips, he swore he saw white spots flicker in his vision. His eyes immediately watered and he tried his best not to squirm under your hold, beginning to count to a hundred backward like you had instructed him to. You admitted it to him the first time you stitched him that it was a trick that you learned from your pediatrician friend. Despite it being for children, it helped to get him distracted while you focused on your job.

Minutes felt like hours, Johnny had been fighting the urge to punch something, anything, to release tension and nerves. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he took a peak and tried to take his attention away from what was currently happening on his lip. His gaze landed on your pretty eyes, how it was narrowed in focus and how your lashes perfectly framed it.

This wasn't the first time he'd observe you up close, there had been many occasions in the past that you had been too close for comfort in order to tend his wounds. It had been too many that it was almost as if he was close to memorizing your features. You were not only beautiful but you were also a smart and capable doctor.

Eventually, you finished and started to rub ointment on his sore lip — the finishing line.

"Try not to eat anything spicy or hard. You know the drill." You grinned at his suddenly pale features, ripping off your gloves as his eyes adjusted to the bright lights of the room. "You're good to go. Be careful next time."

He let out a shaky breath, clearly still winded up from the procedure, "I'll try. Thanks again, doc."

-

The punching bag felt great against Johnny's fists. There wasn't a feeling in the world that could compare to the impact of leather slamming against his skin. He could last hours mindlessly pummeling the bag if his stamina just allowed him to.

Hyunsik, Johnny's manager and personal trainer, drew away from the punching bag he held in between his arms. He let out a breath and held out a hand to motion that Johnny has done enough.

Johnny was hurting, Hyunsik could see that much. The bandages he had wrapped for the boxer's fingers were turning into a shade of red that they were all too familiar with.

Hyunsik clicked his tongue, "You should've used your gloves."

"How can I grow stronger if I keep relying on them?" Johnny rolled his eyes. His muscles needed a boost and this seemed to be the only logical way to strengthen them — a little blood never hurt anybody.

"Someday you're gonna fracture your hand and you'll be forced out of the ring. Remember that." Hyunsik huffed, his voice stern. "Take them off, I'll clean the blood off."

Johnny reluctantly did as told, unfurling the bandages wrapped around his fingers. The pain was excruciating when the fabric grazed along his tender skin, he winced at the unsightly view of his reopened wounds.

Hyunsik led him back outside of the ring to the benches where the first aid kit was. He made the boxer sit down so he could start cleaning off his wounds. It looked horrific, more so than it usually did and he had no choice but to break the news to Johnny.

"It looks really bad. You need to go get that checked in the hospital and have it sewed back." Hyunsik said, taking a wet towel and carefully dabbing it across Johnny's bloodied knuckles.

He didn't want to go to the hospital. Going to the hospital to have his wounds treated meant that Johnny would be medically required to take days off work to let his hand heal. Johnny frowned, "Don't you have an ointment or something that could help? I can't afford to lose a day of practice."

"Don't you think I know that?" Hyunsik rolled his eyes. "As your manager, I want you to be in top shape for your match next week, even if it means sacrificing a day or two for you to heal."

Johnny could only nod. He sat through Hyunsik's lecture on the changes he should make to his dietary plan and the exercises he should do during his temporary break. It infuriated him that he couldn't do anything about it but nod along.

The incoming match that was set next week would make or break his career as an underground boxer. He didn't have the option of missing it because of some measly reopened wounds. If he had to rest to get better, he had no choice but to suck it up. This was his fault anyway for pushing himself too much.

Johnny showered in the locker rooms and changed into nicer clothes that didn't reek of blood and sweat. His hands were stinging but he shook it off.

He ignored the concerned looks other boxers were giving him and begrudgingly made his way to the hospital to get himself checked in. You wouldn't be happy to see him all bloodied again, he thought.

-

Much to Johnny's surprise, it wasn't you who was assigned to him. It was a much older doctor with graying hair and a nose stuck too far up in the air. She was rude and condescending, her lack of politeness to her patients was quite appalling. If Johnny wasn't in such a bad mood, he might've complained already.

God, this day couldn't get any worse.

With a meek voice, Johnny asked where you were and at the mention of your name, his doctor gave him a narrowed look. She sneered, "She's handling much more important cases. Does she know you?"

"I think so." Johnny gulped, unsure of the answer himself.

The doctor's grip was tight and she was hasty. It was as if she was trying to speed through the process to just get it over with. Johnny wanted to cry because he was starting to get traumatized by this doctor's procedure, he didn't want to hate the hospital more than he already did.

He internally screamed for your name as he watched the doctor pull on the gloves. The sliding door harshly whipped open and there you were in all your glory, like an angel sent from above to save him from the devil incarnate who was about to pierce his skin.

You were panting and the sheen on your forehead made it obvious that you ran your way to his room. Johnny's heart leaped with glee.

"Unnie, I'll handle him." You said, unable to catch your breath as you made your way inside. "I think the ER needs you more than me."

The doctor seemed hesitant at first but you tried to convince her otherwise. She eventually agreed and left you with Johnny who had a cheesy smile on his face the entire time since you've arrived.

"So Johnny, what happened this time?" You asked, picking up the clipboard that sat next to him on the bed.

"I overdid the punching during training and it reopened some old wounds on my knuckles. It hurts like a bitch."

You pulled a face, "That's a bit intense."

He chuckled, "It's normal."

"Can I please see it?" You opened your palm so he could place his hand on yours. You observed his cuts and the scabs that were beginning to form around it, it was too deep to let it heal on its own so you made the verdict that he needed to get it sewed back together ⁠— as unfortunate as it was since he was a boxer and he needed his hands to box.

You tugged on a new pair of gloves and began the painful procedure, Johnny started counting down even without you instructing him to. You quickly got to work and stitched back his wounds with your lip in between your teeth

Johnny felt squeamish, he could never get used to the feeling of stitches. His eyes were glued shut and he mumbled numbers like it was mantra.

Once you were done, you smiled fondly at your work. You managed to get by with fewer stitches and you felt pride swell up in your chest. Johnny noticed and, as lightheaded as he was, couldn't help but smile as well.

"You're pretty good."

"At stitching?"

Johnny nodded with his cheeks flushed, he made a mental reminder to smack himself in the head later for such a crude comment. You probably thought he was an idiot now.

"I sure hope so." You chuckled, making him blush even deeper if that was even possible. "It's part of my job."

Johnny shook his head in embarrassment, his dark hair bouncing from how vigorously he did it. He mumbled, "That sounded really lame and not smooth, I'm sorry. Please forget I opened my mouth."

You could only chuckle as you apply the ointment around his knuckles. He wanted the ground to open up and just swallow him whole.

"Please let this heal completely, Johnny. Don't apply any strain on your injuries for a couple of days and refrain yourself from carrying anything heavy so that the stitches won't rip." You said, carefully placing down his hand back on his knee. You were gentle as ever, Johnny swooned. "Absolutely no punching for a while."

"I have an important match at the end of next week. Is there any way to speed up the healing process?" Johnny asked, his eyes were almost pleading at you and you blinked at him in surprise.

"Apart from what I just said, there's really nothing else you could do." You pursed your lips, watching his expression visibly deflate. "If you want to have even a sliver of a chance at winning your match, I suggest you do as I say. Your stitches won't take too long to heal, I promise."

If Hyunsik was there with him, he would've probably already scolded him but the point would be the same. He had always prioritized Johnny's health above winning.

"Okay, doc. I'll do my best." Johnny said, defeated.

"You know, I always see the aftermath of your matches and your training. I want to see you in the ring next time when you're not bloody and beaten up yet." You smiled at him and you swore that all the color that was previously drained from Johnny's face came rushing back. "If it's okay."

"Are you serious?" Johnny asked, almost dumbfounded. Did the pretty doctor he'd been crushing on for months really just asked if she could watch his match?

You nodded with the same hue of red now tainting your cheeks.

"O-Of course! It's on Saturday next week! Please come and cheer me on!" Like a little kid, he excitedly rambled on about the details about the upcoming match and you nodded with the same enthusiast as you wrapped bandages around his hands.

You weren't from his world so everything he said sounded foreign to you. The terms he said, the infamy of his opponents, the prominence of it all — you were eager to learn it if it meant seeing him this happy.

You've always known that he hated hospitals. It was clear from the way he acted during your first meeting. He was stiff and tense, the body language he exuded just screamed that he wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of there. As he visited the hospital more and more, you noticed the hatred never faltered. He only became better at hiding it from you.

To see him so relaxed and carefree within the four walls he hated with all his being, it was a breath of fresh air and the feeling you had in your chest grew stronger.

"You're good to go. I promise to see you in your match." You were jotting some last-minute details on the clipboard and you missed the way Johnny kept grinning like an idiot. "As much as I love seeing you here, I hate that you keep getting yourself injured. Keep out of trouble for me, Johnny."

You left the room without letting Johnny say another word.

Fuck, Johnny realized he hadn't asked for your number.

-

Johnny's match started in ten minutes. His heart was pounding in his ears, he almost couldn't hear what Hyunsik was shouting to him.

The underground stadium was filled to the brim with people, he felt more nervous than he did during his first boxing match. A lot was at stake for this win, he needed the belt. He was desperate for it.

"Johnny, are you listening to me?" Hyunsik raised his voice, aggressively slapping Johnny's cheeks together in his hands so he could focus on him. The boxer's mind was fleeting and it was his job to pull him back to reality now.

He hadn't seen you since last week and as much as he wanted to go back to the hospital to see you, he refused to badly hurt himself in the days that led up to the match. Johnny scanned the crowd for your face but he couldn't see it. You weren't there.

At the lack of your turnout, he failed to mask his disappointment. Hyunsik let out an aggravated groan and pulled the boxer on his feet to berate him further.

"Johnny, please for the love of all things holy, look me in the eye."

"I'm sorry. I'm okay now. I'm listening."

"Good because your match is starting soon and I need you to win this. All your hardships and sacrifices boils down to this match, you hear me?" Hyunsik bellowed, trying his best to keep his voice louder than the cries and chants of the audience. "Show them what Johnny Suh is capable of!"

Johnny nodded fervently, forcing himself into a state of serenity of peacefulness. He let out heavy breaths to even out his breathing as his team surrounded him, prepping him for what was about to come.

Hyunsik raised his hand at Johnny. He had five minutes left until his match started and he wasn't calming down.

"Can I please have some water?" Johnny asked and his medic stumbled on his feet to fetch him a bottle from the nearby cooler. He couldn't help but let out a shaky chuckle, his team seemed tenser than he was.

He downed the bottle as soon as it reached his hand. His hand was shaky. Goddammit, why was he so nervous?

At the corner of his eye, he saw Hyunsik making his way over to the barricade that separated his corner to the rest of the stadium. He arched his neck in a way that would let him take a peek what was so important that Hyunsik had to leave his side when the match was starting in a few minutes.

It seemed like Hyunsik was trying to stop a girl who was forcing her way in through the barricade. His stomach lurched at the sight of her familiar face.

As if he was acting purely on instinct, Johnny shot up from his seat and ran towards you. Hyunsik held up his arm to stop him from going any closer to you. You could've been a deranged fan, for all Hyunsik knows.

"Johnny-"

"I know her."

Hyunsik was startled at his response and started to profusely apologize to you. You looked nothing but smug and Johnny let out a breathy laugh that helped unravel the knots in his stomach. The boxer quietly motioned for him to take his leave and Hyunsik hesitantly did as told only after tapping his wrist as a sign that time was ticking.

You bowed at him apologetically, "I'm so sorry I'm late! There was this damn patient-"

"It's okay. You're here now." He cut you off, a cheesy smile on his face. You easily reciprocated it back.

"I just came down here to wish you good luck." You said with the usual confidence in your tone gone and now replaced with a sudden timidness and bashfulness. "Not like you need it or anything."

"Where are you sitting?" Johnny asked, noticing that you were struggling to keep your attention on his eyes. He peered down and realized that he didn't have a shirt on, he chuckled.

You pointed near the walls of the stadium and he strained his vision to see so far away. He pursed his lips and let out a noise of discontent. You said that it was the only seats available because you were so late.

"Why don't you sit here with them? They wouldn't mind." Johnny said, jutting his thumb over to his team who was furtively watching his interaction.

"Oh no, it's okay."

"I insist. I want you to see me win up close."

You blushed a deep shade of scarlet and Johnny grinned at his successful attempt at a flirt. Was it even a flirt or was it an ego stroke? Either way, it didn't matter because you were smiling at him. You were easing his nerves and you didn't even know.

"I got out of my shift early so I wouldn't be in the hospital later to stitch you up." You teased, softly prodding his shoulder blade.

Johnny playfully puffed out his chest, "I don't plan on getting too injured today, I wanna look cool in front of you."

"Whatever you say, Johnny."

"But I'm nervous. I'm actually really nervous today." Johnny mumbled as if he didn't want anyone else in on your conversation, gone all traces of his cockiness as his heart thudded erratically against his chest when he heard Hyunsik's call of the last minute until he has to go inside the ring.

You gingerly reached for his taped hands and gave it a gentle squeeze, "Just count back from a hundred like I always tell you to. You'll do fine."

"Wait for me after the match, okay?" And so you did.

Counting down the numbers, Johnny clambered inside the ring and the bell rang to signal the start of the match. Being in the medical field meant that you were against all forms of violence so you couldn't really watch the entirety of the match without feeling sick to your stomach. Johnny didn't care, he was just happy that you kept your promise and was cheering him on.

It was hectic and everything was happening all at once. It was loud and everybody was screaming. This wasn't your world, it was Johnny's and your heart fluttered at the thought that he was willing to let you in it.

Eventually, the match ended in Johnny's favor and the next thing you knew, you were being hoisted up in the air. You had the biggest smile on your face, similar to Johnny's who now had a shiny belt slung over his shoulder. All his hard work and all his trips to the hospital paid off.

"Congrats on your win!" You exclaimed, placing your palms on his chest to steady yourself.

"I wanted you to see me get the belt." He admittedly sheepishly, reaching out to hold your wrists in his bruised hands.

"Aren't you hurt in any way? We can drop by the hospital if you want." You asked, checking to see if he had any major injuries but true to his word, Johnny was inflicted little to no injuries during the match, exclude the few bruises on his jaw and a busted lip

"Actually, I'd rather we get some coffee instead." Johnny said, the small smile on his lips making you chuckle.

"I'm sorry, I don't date my patients." You smirked at Johnny's crestfallen expression, softly shoving his side to make it known that you were only joking.

Johnny pulled a face, releasing a breath he didn't realize he was holding once he realized your joke. He played along, "I think you can make me an exception, I don't usually invite people to my matches."

"So this is about getting even, huh?" You were teasing him and now your faces were merely inches apart but before Johnny could even think of leaning in, you spun around and grabbed his hand once more. "C'mon then, my treat!"

Johnny let out a laugh. A boxer and a doctor, who would've thought?

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Avengers: College Edition

Steve: Criminal Justice and Studio Art double major. He doesn't want to torture himself with anything difficult and still wants to study what he loves. He is still an over achiever though. Highkey hates frat parties, saw someone twerking upside down and almost cried but stayed because hes the designated driver (responsible KING). prefers small get togethers with his friends. Roommates with sam and bucky!! Joins Criminal Justice club, jokingly rivals with Engineering (Tonys Club) Everyone on campus loves him including the professors, wins Homecoming king and is very happy. Sam jokingly asks to be his queen, Bucky butts in and says "NO, im his queen". Can be found in the library or art studio, usually with ink or pencil markings on his hands.

Tony: Obvi an engineering KING has physics as a minor. procrastinates to the max "No Bruce I have everything under control" *crams for 46 hours straight on a constant IV drip of Redbull and coffee* Super smart and helps draw the blueprint for the new engineering building. Roomies with Bruce! Tony was in a frat for a bit his freshmen year but hated it and wanted real friends (Throws better parties anyway) met Bruce and all the other avengers during a 1301 intro class. Pulls women like no tomorrow. On the presidents list every semester and tutors math for free on the side. He is basically the Dad in STEM. Tries hitting on Natasha but she is just like :/ nah, when her and bruce start dating tony is surprised because bruce is his "quiet little cinnamon roll." Tony constantly teases bruce and is like "yall fuckin (;" Steve butts in "tONY PLZ I JUST WANT TO WATCH THIS MOVIE" Bruce is thankful for steves intervention. You know how he rivals Steves Criminal Justice club? He butts heads with Business Clubs leader (Pepper) until everyone catches them together at a party. Has a caffeine addiction. Works out with Thor and Bucky one day in the rec and almost dies.

Bruce: Physics and Engineering double major (Hardworking KING) In math club with Vision and Wanda. He loves being roomies with Tony because it helps him out of his shell. Likes to draw with Steve sometimes and enjoys the quiet. Doesn't procrastinate and gets things done in a timely manor. 4.0 icon we all strive to be. Him and Nat already know each other, but bond and get a lot closer while studying in the library and they eventually start dating. He takes her coffee when she works across campus and is always almost late to class because of that (He doesn't care though bc thats his BABY) "Um.. Bruce your class is in 5 minutes" "Okay and?.....Wait I have an ex-" *Sprints to his building* Takes boxing at night with Thor, Bucky, Sam and Steve!!! Loves sparring with Thor and can surprisingly take the big buy on pretty well. Gets his butt kicked by Natasha in a MMA class though.

Natasha: Majors in Criminal Justice and Minors in Psychology. Ballet club AND MOCK TRIAL!! Has a Job at the Criminal Justice Deans office and takes MMA classes on the side. She is on Mock Trial with Loki and they actually get along quiet well once they stop butting heads about the case. Introduces Sam and Wanda to dance and they have so much fun. Coffee dates with Bruce!! Her and Steve become RAs in the following years and are the coolest RAs you know. Prefers night classes, Bruce walks her to all of them. Psychology classes are her favorite and really wants to help children one day. Volunteers at a daycare during breaks. Sis can really out drink Tony and Thor. Puts Wanda under her wing and helps her with fafsa and what not. Her and Bucky get the Russian language credit by simply testing out. Has her sh!t together and while she has a lot on her plate she can take it. She is really the Mom of the group. Can be found dancing or with Bruce. Her and Clint are icons in psychology classes.

Clint: Deaf Studies with education minor! (we stan deaf clint in the comics) In the Archery club and wins nationals for the Uni. Loves to draw with Steve. Helps Bruce ask Natasha out! PRANK ICON! loves to do prank wars with tony, bucky, loki and sam. Was in the same frat with Tony but hated it as well. While he seems to have a more reserved demeanor he is still the life of the party. (Like he knows people at the clubs ya know?) Can get in anywhere and helps everyone rent out a club for the night in celebration of midterms being over. Loves reading in the library and loves morning classes and being productive early in the day. Cracks Tonys netflix and hulu passwords (no tony... tonyr0cks69 is not good enough) Wants to teach at a school for the Deaf. Bruce sets him up with a girl from engineering and that is his future wife.

Thor: Physical Education major and Communications minor! Here on a football scholarship and is in a frat (not the asshole one tony was in) and is a partying ICON. Tries to get Loki to party but Loki just wants to drink wine with the cat he snuck into his dorm. Learns Sign from Clint to prepare for his career in education. Loves working out with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Takes up boxing during football off season and spars with Bruce. Despite being everyones fav himbo he gets really good grades and is a very good writer. Loki dorms across the hall from him. Thor actually rooms with Peter. Peter is the freshman baby and Thor takes peter under his wing and introduces him to everyone and helps him with college stuff in general. Also hooks him up with MJ and brings him to the occasional boxing session. Has a loud booming laughter you can hear in all floors of the library when he sees a funny meme. One time he actually makes a very good point and notices a flaw in one of Tony and Bruces projects leaves everyone stunned. Picks on Loki in big brother fashion. Unironically calls weed the devils lettuce.

Loki: Pre-Law and Criminal Justice. LOVES to argue. (Devils advocate ass) In Mock Trial and Criminal Justice Club. Tony jokingly calls him steves sexy secretary in CJ club. Loves Mock Trial and is the president with Nat as his right hand woman. Sneaks a cat he found at the shelter into his dorm and names it muffin. Stays in the Library writing or going over cases. The one time he was taking Natasha a copy of the Mock Trial case packet and caught her and bruce smooching. (He screeched) "Haha funny joke yall heres the case packet BYE." He automatically texts the group chat "i think nAT AND BRUCE HAVE SOME TEA FOR US HMM". Lets Peter and Bruce come over to his dorm because he knows their roommates can get a little too much sometimes. Loki also becomes an avid twitter user and thats how he gains popularity on campus. (He called the uni out for their awful and expensive parking) Was able to convince the Dean with tony and steve to create a new parking lot. Caffeine addict!!! Him and Tony always bump into each other at the coffee shop. Brings baked goods to meet ups with the gang. Loves to play pranks (especially on Tony) Him and Bucky come up with a genius prank on him and even get pepper involved. Best dressed on campus and is in the fashion club. He is the embodiment of dark academia.

Sam: Criminal Justice Major with Aerospace Engineering minor. Gets introduced to Bucky and Steve during move in and they literally become brothers. Is both in Criminal Justice Club and Engineering Club. In the Historically Black Frat on campus and takes huge pride in that. Parties with tony and thor BIG TIME. Procrastinates by throwing paper airplanes at Bucky until Bucky is like "Um...dude your paper is due in like two hours." At that moment Sam got into work faster than he ever had. Loves gossip sessions with Loki and Wanda. Works out a lot with Bucky, Steve and Thor to get rid of stress. When he and Bucky finish a final they go to loki's dorm and ask "Hey can we see your cat." Helps prep food for friends-giving and decorates the dorm for holidays. HATES 8ams so so so much. Steve promises him pancakes if he gets up and goes. Binge watches shows during weekends and screams when Destiel is finally canon. Loves running and gets a Track Scholarship when Thor gets him to join a sport. Gets Peter to join track.

Bucky: criminal justice major and psychology minor. Buck is also in ballet club with Nat, it really helps him relax and gives him a free space to think (also he runs that shit like no ones business) Criminal justice club as well and LOVES to work out and box. One time Sam accompanies him to ballet and Bucky pushes Sam into a split... the scream was heard for miles. "Sam ballet is good for athletes it helps w-" "Yeah but its not good for my balls" Doesn't willingly procrastinate but once in awhile he will forget an assignment, you best believe his eyes will snap open from his nap and get to work asap. For one of his psyche labs he had to question Steve as if he were Steve's therapist to which Steve responds "Hey bro you dont have to hit a nerve that deep" He also likes to do dance with peter since it helps him get away from Thor for a bit. Not a big partier but once the weight of finals are off his chest you best believe he will go all out. Picks on Nat and says hes gonna steal her man, to which tony interjects and says "Not if I do first" Bucky also has a very comfy dorm, comfy lighting and tons of pillows, the man loves his sleep... and so does everyone else. Sometimes he finds peter, sam, THOR, tONY EVERYONE just napping in his bed before their study time. Overall, bucky is a smart boy and his time in college is kind to him.

Wanda: English Major and Education Minor. After being an orphan Wanda knows what it feels like to not have a parental figure there and she wants to change that for other kids by becoming an english teacher. She volunteers at an orphanage, specifically the one her and pietro were in for a brief moment when they came to the states. She loves to draw as well and takes plenty of art classes with steve. She paints a portrait of the entire gang and gives it to tony as a graduation present (he cried). She loves to do volunteer work for children and also spend a lot of time in the library, She helped Nat calm down before Bruce asked her out. Her and Loki are in constant competition for best dressed. "Loki ill let you win best dressed but you have to let me see your cat" "ugh fine... btw your shirt doesnt match your boots" "hEY" Her and Peter take alot of intro classes together and are constantly running around craft stores trying to get the right stuff for projects. Visits Vision at his Job on Campus and he visits her where she volunteers and eventually they start dating. She is constantly getting visited by pietro at 4am asking "Um do you have milk" "Pietro its 4am what do you ne-" "my OREOS"

Pietro: Track star business major, frat ICON with Thor. poor boy is STRESSED he hates college and is here on a track scholarship, constantly late and running around getting shit done. Queen of late assignments but still gets them graded because he is in Track. Yeah he has alot on his plate but he still parties with thor for hours. When he is drowning in assignments Clint is always there to help him, Bruce also helps him with biology and the more science-y classes. Likes to mess around and race sam at track practice. Not into coffee but will run on all the monster energy drinks you could possibly buy. Seriously is tired of 8 a.m courses, he just wants to nap after practice. Walks into the study room that everyone was in and actually looks more sleep deprived than tony. He gets a lot of tips from steve on how to have an easier time in college and it really helps him.

Vision: Grad student working on a civil engineering masters and a TA. Meets Wanda in the library and she asks him where the biographies are. He mistakenly says they are on the 2nd floor "Uh theyre actually on the third" "Then why did you ask?" "Cause I wanted to talk to you :)" He swooned. Through Wanda he met Tony and Bruce and became their best friend, He helped out a lot with engineering club and got them far. He spends a lot of time doing research for his masters degree, he loves relaxing with the group on weekends and picks on pietro as if he is already apart of the family. Him and Loki bond over intellectual conversations from time to time. Bruce and Nat go on double dates with him and Wanda. Went to a bar once with tony and bruce and had to stop tony from singing Queens entire discography, he had the best night that night. Helps everyone with getting into jobs and into grad school in general while everyone helps him let loose and have some fun.

Peter: Peter is a Physics major and eventually works his way up to biochemistry. (hardworking icon) He is the freshman baby of the group and is introduced to them through Thor. He dances with Buck and Nat sometimes as well. Tony obviously takes peter under his wing and helps him with assignments. One time everyone was in the same study room and him and pietro have a redbull shot gunning challenge. When Peter wins Thor picks him up and almost yeets the poor boy into the ceiling. "VERY WELL DONE YOUNG PARKER YOU SHOULD BE DOING THAT WITH BEER IN NO TIME." "Thor plz" Tony and Thor help him ask MJ out and even spy on them during a dinner date. (Imagine thor with sunglasses and a scarf around his head pretending to be tonys date) He feels so accepted in college because of the gang and gets all his work done on time. Goes out of his way to get everyone christmas presents and is so excited for friendsgiving. Becomes a little stressball during finals and midterms and stays in the library till it closes. He spots loki alot in there and helps loki with science classes while loki helps him with political science classes. He meets MJ through wanda and is obviously blushing the whole time while being introduced. Gets embarrassed when the guys flirt with aunt may. "guys plz stop" This is when Sam earns his "milf hunter" nickname. "Pete hows your aunt?" "She doesnt want you sam i-" its not like that... actually it is like that"

Coulson: Alumni Icon. Is the gangs Intro professor and is the reason why everyone meets eachother. (the class was chaotic indeed) Coulson loved that class so much and he still gets visited by everyone from time to time. He is obviously close with Nick. They were there that night when Tony was signing Queen at the bar and couldnt help but laugh.

Nick Fury: Dean for criminal justice and is heavily involved with criminal justice club and mock trial. He is tired of everyones shit as always. Makes a tiktok account for the criminal justice club and has no idea how to manage social media so gets Loki to help. Has to delete it when Loki commented "hah losers" on the engineering tiktoks page. He looks intimidating but in his office he has a picture with the club and has all the gifts he gets on display. (He even framed lokis comment because it was hilarious afterall)

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[ray-jaykub]

Heyy, I just wanted to say I love your blog🥺 and I was wondering if you can do prompts 52- "I Thought I almost lost you" and 54 "you and me against the world, remember?" For mikey? Mikey x gender neutral reader. Thank you and have an amazing day!!!

Gonna do this tonight and then headcannons i got tommorow because finally things are slowing down and i can take a minute :) hopefully this is good for you guys, sorry it's so short :/

Warnings:Panic attack, blood, being sappy

Every night was usually the same. You'd kiss him bye, give him his snack and send him off on patrol. He'd make some joke about the foot wearing pajamas and be on his merry way with his brothers. Come home at 5:30 a.m. sharp, take a shower and crawl into bed.

It read 6:55 and you were still waiting with your towel and pajamas. 

The morning chill ran through the sewers and did not help with taking you off edge. The nervousness that had started in your stomach as a small worry had now grown into a paranoid and fear ridden mess. What made it even worse was when Master Splinter stayed up to wait for the boys and hands wringing as he looked at the first peak of sun shift through the grates over passing tunnels. Multiple times you called Michelangelo but you only got the sound of his cheery voicemail.

"Yo! Im not here at the moment but just leave a message after the sound of the tiny truck backing up!" It never failed to make you laugh but now it was one of the worst things to hear as the images of him of his brothers lying dead in the freezing winter of New York flashed across your mind. Unwillingly taunting you for your uselessness as an aid and how you only provide with them home. With him home.

The clock ticked louder and louder with each second and Master Splinter took to standing at the entrance of the lair listening for his children. You had already prepared the first aid kit and mending station incase but your nerves wouldn't allow you to sit still.

It was 7:15 by the time you heard the familiar groans of the pipes notifying someone's return. But noone shouted victories nor did Mikey call out tricks on his skateboard. Instead the first thing you heard was Leo's voice booming, a leader giving directions.

"Don first thing You need to do is get the station set-up! Raph careful with his side! C'mon Mike you need to stay awake!"

All four brothers rushed in all at once, the quite now broken with Raphael talking to Don mumbling and leo urging his brothers to pick up speed. They had all looked worse for wear but at the first sight of Michelangelo you gasped.

His side was gashed open all the way from where his shell met his back to cutting two inches through his plastron. He was pale and clenching his eyes shut, lip inbetween teeth as Raphael laid him out to be examined. Blood trailed a path leading from the entrance across to the bed, staining the huge area carpet and concrete.

"Mikey?" You had called for him out of instinct and your voice sounded faint, broken into pieces. Somehow around all the squabbling though he opened his eyes and met them with yours and dispte the state he was in he gave a watery smile and his eyes started to look glossy.

"It's okay baby, I'm okay, it isn't bad please don't cry! Don't-" his words are cut off by Donatello shutting the screen around them and even in pain the first thing Michelangelo does is comfort you. The extent his empathic abilities take him is astronomical but despite his words being reassuring His struggle for breath and strained voice crying has you clasping your ears. The world around you looks fuzzy but inside you feel constricted and all you can do is make out the shape of Raph and His father running to catch you as feel yourself fall. Your chest stuttering and heart hammering in your ears as you're moved and held in someones arms, back pressed against someone's chest. A tired but firm voice reaches you beneath your hazardous breaths, guiding you to a calmer state.

"Breath in. Breathe out. Feel my chest y/n, breathe with me. We're one and we feel the air fill our lungs" Your vision is the first to clear and then your body untenses. The palm of your hands have been scratched by your nails and now you can see that Leonardo is on the floor with you, a big hand pressed to your chest and another on your leg as he continues to breathe with you.

Everything is quiter now that you've calmed down and even though you feel your exhaustion take you to sleep you still ask

"What about Mikey?"

------

You bolt upright, sweaty and horrified as you relive the nightmare of Michelangelo's body and voice. The way his eyes reached your's and his form shook, The fear deep inside you that had become true. Everything was dark and quite but you heard the mumble of voices through the pannels and curtains. The distinct sound of Mikey's voice had you scrambling out of your shared bed and rushing into Don's lab. Your adrupt appearence had both younger brothers turn their heads to look at you. Michelangelo was still layed out but what was a horrible gash was now a clean, bandaged side and his face was more relaxed and his body did not shake. Donatello was the first to speak albeit awkwardly.

"He's far more stabilized now and he won't need another change till the next hour or so. I'm gonna head to bed but you guys can talk for a bit" with that he picks up his notebook and phone, already heading off. Mikey, never having took his eyes off of you, speaks

"You okay angelcakes?" Your eyes widen at his question

"Am i okay? Babey you were the one who came in hacked up, i should be asking you the very same thing" he opens his mouth, a joke ready but you cut him off, "I-I mean, what am i supposed to say? I was the one sitting down here waiting for you scared out of my shit and doing nothing. I had no idea what was happening out there and I wasn't there to protect you!" You're face feels flushed and eyes teary, "You could've died, all of you! And I wouldn't have known because I'm sotting my stupid ass down here! Wondering the worst!" You take a deep breath, "I thought I almsot lost you..."

Looking back up to meet his face you realized you're both crying and on instinct you go to wrap your arms around his neck, careful of his side. Michelangelo's face is burried in your neck, already you feel his tears in your hair and shirt. His voice is muffled but you hear him

"I know you feel like you can't do much Y/n but just you being here ready for me is enough. Knowing that even if I'm bloodied up or fighting for life, you staying up to wait on me is enough. This isn't gonna be the last time this happens but it's you and me against the world, remember? That's what we promised eachother. We keep promises now don't we?" You're nodding is answer enough for him as he kisses your ear and pets the back of your head

"I love you babey, okay?" You pull back, face to face with him as you try to pull a smile for him. 

''Yeah, I love you too''

#Ray writes #tw blood #tw panic attack #tw injury #Michelangelo x reader #Mikey x reader #Tmnt x reader #little bit of angst #little bit of love #he makes for great angst #like honestly #anon ask #im proud of this one ngl #pathetic i know #Teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #Tmnt #Teenage mutant ninja turtles #Mikey #Michelangelo

[spideyanakin]

Don’t Want to Fall in Love

Peter Parker x Stark! Reader

Based on Wicked Game by Chris Isaak 

Synopsis; ‘What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way’. Your heart had been so broken you never wanted to fall in love again.

🧚🏻‍♀️Masterlist 🧚🏻‍♀️

“Got it! Anymore rules Mr.Stark?” Peter questioned as Tony laid on him the multitude of rules that hung around the Avenger compound.

“umm, I think you're good kid.” Tony smiled and clasped his hands together as he took a look around the room. “Oh! Yes! One more rule.” He pointed his index finger towards Peter. “Don’t date my daughter. And don’t fall in love with her.” He warned and Peter felt a bright coat of red light his cheeks at the mention of falling in love.

“Um alright.” He breathed out with a tight smile as he questioned Mr.Stark’s words but accepted them. He had never met you, how could he catch feelings for you?

But the second you walked into the room, that’s when he realized he had thought too fast.

You walked in with your ripped jeans and baggy used band shirt that obviously belonged to Tony, your loose messy hair going almost all over the place, and the untied laces of your dirty converses dangling as you approached Peter.

As Peter took a closer look at you he realized the small traces of green gue that was stuck on your arm, and the light red line that circled your eyes and nose as though you had been wearing goggles for the past few hours.

“Y/n, meet our new recruit.” Tony smiled as he placed a hand around your shoulder.

“Nice to meet you.” You greeted and handed him your dusty hand that Peter took a good look at before bringing his stare back to your eyes.

“Oh sorry.” You chuckled before wiping your hand onto your jeans, making them dirtier than they already were before handing your hand to Peter, the quick contact sending butterflies to your stomach as you made eye contact with his pretty eyes, quickly retrieving your hand as the feeling became overwhelming to you.

“Im going to go back to the lab dad.” You stated as you bounced on your heels in light anxiety. “Love ya.” You quickly kissed his cheek before slipping out, keeping from making eye contact with Peter as you left.

"That daughter?” Peter asked his cheeks still red from the encounter.

Tony nodded as he replied with a tight smile on his lips.

"Sorry if she seemed- Special.” He coughed out a sad chuckle and took a step toward the bar as he got out 2 coconut waters from the fridge.

"Want one?”

On your side, you heard the comforting ding of the elevator which weirdly made your shoulders relax. You sighed in anxiety before sitting back on your stool continuing what you were originally doing.

"Friday, what day are we today?" You questioned sighing as you placed your tight lab glasses back on your eyes.

"I am forbidden from telling you."

"Really?" You felt your heart race up as you beated yourself up for asking the date exactly on this day. Ever since the accident, you had fully lost track of time, rarely asking Friday the date.

"Is it already?" You questioned her as you finally felt the tears rise, beating yourself up even more for even getting the thought of asking her the time. "Fuck." You said once again before loudly dropping your tool accidentally making it fly into some green gue that had been laying on the corner of your table, making it splash to the floor.

"I cannot tell you the date Y/n" Friday repeated Tony’s orders.

You breathed out as you tried to calm yourself down, the pain feeling as though it had happened yesterday.

"What?" You chuckled as you snuggled into Harley’s side.

"Nothing" he smiled as he grabbed a chip from the pack you were sharing. "You look pretty that's all."

"You're just saying that because I’m your girlfriend.” You chuckled again playfully punching his side.

"Hmm no. I thought you were even before!" He argued which made you giggle even more.

“hmmm.” you closed your eyes once you were settled in his arms. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiled.

And that was the last real conversation you had. At least the one you could remember.

On that day two years ago, the car you were in had been taken hostage by some enemies of your father. Both you and Harley had been taken and trapped as hostages for a least a month, Tony searching the entire world, desperate to find his daughter back.

The month has strickly been a blur. Your remembered screaming Harley and Tony’s name, almost drowning in cold water and electric machines sucking the life out of you.

Your eyes fluttered open, the large bruises on your face making the easy task harder.

For once you hadn’t woken up on a dirty ground with scattered broken glass, or waken up by cold water hitting your face and harsh words asking about any information you knew. You woke up in a soft comfortable bed, the sheets feeling nice under your bruised and bloody skin.

“Dad?” You whispered, trying to speak as loud as you possibly could when you finally recognized the room you were in. “Harley?” You breathed out in panic trying to use your bruised vocal cords as much as you could.

“Hey, hey, hey sweety.” Tony finally opened an eye and rushed to your side, brushing your hair with his hand.

“Dad.” You whispered and met his tearful eyes “I- Where’s Harley-” You met his eyes light panic filling your gut as he didn’t answer.

“Y/n please rest. You’re ok now.” He spoke up skipping your question with a kiss on your forehead.

“Dad-” You tried to speak but you ended up coughing blood instead.

“How is she?” Steve entered the room and met your barely awake eyes.

“Just woken up.” Your dad answered as you tried to tilt your head towards Steve.

“Thank god.” He said and a single tear fell on his cheek as he finally let the stressful month of possibly losing you out. “You really scared us.” Steve nodded and sat next to your bed, wiping the tear that had fallen.

“Dad answer my question.” You turned back to him. “Is Harley ok?” You asked your eyes scanning his traits.

The last time you saw Harley was two weeks into the hostage situation. Your vision was blurry and all you saw was blood, and the echo of his scream still rang in your ears.

For the next two weeks, you had been tortured alone, never truly knowing if he was dead or alive.

“Sweety...” Tony looked at you and then to Steve trying to find help. Steve only looked at Tony and gave him courage with a simple nod. “We... We found his body in the Hudson 2 weeks ago...”

You let out a large sob as you angrily threw your glasses on the floor, losing your balance as you stood up from your stool, cursing as you broke a new glass on the way.

Suddenly the first few notes of Don’t Stop Believing started playing around the compound

“Shit, not again. How does she even know” Tony sighed and his eyes darted to Peter’s who looked at him all confused.

“Is this something I need to know about?” Peter asked as he watched your father’s face twist at the sound of this song.

“Nah.” Tony shook his head. “It’s something called the breakdown protocol. Just remember that it only applies to Steve and me, no one else. Got it?” Tony nodded and Peter gave him a confused nod back.

~

“Hey.” Peter smiled as you made your way to the breakfast table.

Two weeks had passed since Peter had joined the avengers and the tennis matches of smiles between the two of you never seemed to die down. For no reason Peter made your heart jump out of your chest each time you'd meet his eyes, but every time you’d catch yourself staring too long, or even think of falling for Peter, you’d catch yourself back up and anxiety would rise.

One morning you trotted your way to the kitchen, your hair unbrushed and your clothes unchanged for days, pink gue this time sticking to your grey sweatpants.

You hadn’t noticed Peter sitting on a stool, looking at your every move as you opened a cupboard grabbing the first pot of peanut butter that fell in your hand.

You made your way to the fridge and grabbed your favorite jam, dropping it near the peanut butter. You winced as you tried to open the lid of jam, catching Peter’s attention.

“Can I?” Peter questioned and took a step towards you while you slowly took a step back, not baring to stay close.

Peter opened the two pots and smiled as he did, making your heart leap inside your chest, anxiety suddenly rising to the top of your lungs making it harder to breathe.

He turned around with one of them in his hand, the closeness between your two bodies making it unbearable for you.

“Thanks” You quickly nodded before grabbing a knife and starting building your sandwich, your cheeks turning bright red as you did everything to keep from making eye contact with Peter.

Peter’s ears caught your racing heart and your sudden short breathing, not thinking as he placed a hand on your shoulder to calm you down.

“You alright?” He questioned and you didn’t dare to look at him as your eyes were getting red, half of you wanting to turn around and kiss him so hard both of you would fall to the floor, while the other half was stabbing your heart telling you it was unfair to Harley.

You let out a shaky breath and shook your head no as the two voices in your head fought over your feelings making you almost breakdown. You took one more breath in before meeting his worried eyes. The tears slipping away on their own.

You didn’t think twice before closing Peter into a hug, your mind too busy arguing to think about who was comforting you. “It’s just- I-” You fell into his embrace but quickly pulled away as you realized what you were doing.

All those smiles, all those times your hands brushed, all those times you thought of Peter; you were forgetting Harley. You took a new sharp breath trying to calm down, not daring to make eye contact with Peter again.

“I’m gonna go.” you sniffed, forgetting your snack as you made your way up to your father’s room, the sudden tune of don’t stop believing’ suddenly playing.

What Peter didn’t know was that every single time that song was playing, it meant that you were somewhere around the compound, crying so hard you couldn’t even breathe. Steve and/or Tony would run to you, calming you down every time Friday launched the protocol.

For the next month, Peter would hear that music more often than he had heard it in his entire life. Even multiple times a day, never knowing he was the true cause of the song playing.

“Hey!” Peter smiled and you gave him a tight smile back, trying to push away the butterflies that had started rising in the pit of your stomach.

“Mr.Stark told me to drop this to you.” Peter awkwardly smiled and handed you his ripped suit as you nodded, trying your best to not make eye contact with the boy.

“Alright, thanks.” You replied between your teeth as you kept your stare focused on the helmet you were working on. Peter let out a long breath at the silence that had built up between the two of you.

“That’s a pretty cool helmet.” He pointed out.

“Thanks”

“Alright-” Peter jumped on his heels before awkwardly leaving, the small feeling of rejection rising.

The doors of the lab locked behind Peter and suddenly he heard something shatter on the floor. The piano chords that Peter had heard the day before suddenly rang through the tower again.

“Mr.Stark?” Peter questioned as he saw Tony step out of the elevator a large frown on his face.

“Hey, kid.” He quickly breathed out as he passed by Peter almost in a hurry.

Tony took you in his arms as he saw you hyperventilating, your back against the lab desk, the helmet you had made on the floor next to you.

“I can’t take this anymore.” You choked as you tried to breathe.

“Hey. Relax. What did I teach you, breath in, breath out.” Tony tried to soothe you but nothing seemed to work when tears had joined the party. Tony sighed as he looked at you, those panic attacks becoming more and more frequent.

“I can’t take this anymore.” You cried out. “I don’t want to fall in love." You sniffed and your father’s brows folded at your words. "Not again." You choked and he placed a hand against your shoulder.

Tony looked at you, taking a second to place all the pieces of the puzzle together. You seemed fine a month ago, when you shared a few smiles with Peter and even joked with him, Tony thinking you were finally healing, getting a new friend. But little by little those attacks became more frequent. Tony racking his brain as he tried to know what made you so sad again.

“Peter?” He questioned and you nodded through your tears.

"He’s replacing everything that I ever felt. Every time I think of him, Peter replaces it." You cried out in fear and you felt all the air pulling out of your lungs at the simple thought of forgetting Harley.

"Y/n-"

"No, dad! Don’t try to make me feel better- because I feel guilty!" You placed your hands on your forehead "guilty that I’m moving on too fast." You breathed out as it became harder to focus. "Guilty that I get to have a life, guilty that im replacing him." You looked into the distance before choking out a new cry of pain.

"It’s been 2 years Y/n- He’d want you to move on." Tony sighed as he wiped a tear from your cheek "He'd want you to be happy again."

"Why?" You cried again as you completely blocked out your father's words and stood up trying to breathe straight again. "Why does he have to make me feel this way?" You cried as you pointed towards the door, clenching the bottom of your lungs as you tried to breathe again.

"Y/n calm down!" He tried to reason you as he shifted positions to take you in his arms. "Maybe because Peter’s a good guy..." he pressed his cheek in your hair as he closed the hug. "Maybe because he’s a careful hero who won your heart." He sighed and silence fell as all that could be heard was your breathing trying to settle itself back to normal.

“You remind me of that song.” He said out of the blue.

“What song?” you sniffed as you looked into the distance.

“The world was on fire and no one could save me but you” Tony started singing and you instantly recognized the tune, melting in your father's arms as you did.

“It's strange what desire will make foolish people do” He continued and you closed your eyes at his lullaby.

“I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you... See that’s you right now.” He added before going into the chorus. “No, I don’t wanna fall in love.” He stopped and all he could hear was your light sniffing.

“Honey, I think it’s time..." He kissed your forhead.

"Open your heart to Peter will you?”

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[kaunis-sielu]

Rescue

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Carol asks softly, her eyebrows furrowed in concern. You take a deep breath and nod.

“She’s my baby and you know he’s only doing this because he’s trying to keep control. And if he hurts her I’ll never forgive myself.” You tell her and she nods in understanding. You put the number in, hit dial then hit speaker. It rings twice before a gruff voice answers.

“‘Lo?”

“Um, hi. Is this the Howlies?”

“Sorta Darlin’. I’m Steve.”

“A friend of mine gave me your number. She said that the Howlies will help me get my dog back.”

“Maybe. Can you meet me at Billy’s in a half hour?”

“Over on 6th?”

“Yea.”

“Uh, okay.” You say with a glance over at Carol who nods.

“What color shirt are you wearing? So I can find you. Or if you’re comfortable send me a selfie.”

“I can do that. Thank you.” You say before hanging up the phone, you swipe through your photos for a picture of you and Junie, your black lab. It doesn’t take long, then you and Carol head out. You’re grateful for your best friend and the support that she’s given you through all of this, you just really want your dog back. If the Howlies can’t help you, you don’t know what you’re going to do.

Your foot is tapping anxiously under the table as you wait for Steve to show up.

He’s unmistakable, his black leather jacket, black jeans and black boots. He has bright eyes, not quite blue but not green either. He recognizes you immediately and makes his way over to sit across from you at the small table.

“Hi, thanks for meeting me.” His voice is less rough now, you must have woken him this morning. “So, you said something about a dog needing to be rescued?”

“My ex. He has her, her name is Junie, like Junie B. Jones. She’s the light of my life and he won’t give her back to me. I’ve raised this dog since she was a puppy and I’m so scared he’s going to hurt her to get back at me.”

“Why would he do that?”

“Because he’s abusive.” Carol says joining the conversation.

“Carol!” You hiss, embarrassment flooding you.

“He is.” She says with a shrug and Steve reaches out gently touching your hand.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he says softly, “you’re not the first and unfortunately won’t be the last.” A cup of coffee is set down in front of him. “Thanks Clint.” He says not looking away from you. “We’ll get Junie. But you have to come with.” When fear flits across your face he gives your hand a gentle squeeze. “If you don’t she might not come with us, she doesn’t know us and she knows him.”

“He’s not a safe person for me to be around.”

“I won’t leave your side, none of my boys will. We always keep our people safe.”

“I’m coming too.” Carol says leaning back in her chair folding her arms over her chest.

“Can’t. One civilian is enough.” Steve says and Carol glares are him. “I am sorry.” He says looking back to you. His hands are still holding yours and you give them a little squeeze back before taking a deep breath.

“I’ll be okay Carol.” You say softly glancing over at your friend as you slide your hand from Steve’s grasp. “I need to get her away from him.” She studies your face for a second then nods.

“But if something happens to her I’ll make your life hell.” She threatens Steve.

“This isn’t my first rodeo.” He says kindly before taking a sip of his coffee. “Can you get into the place without him being there?”

“No.” He frowns slightly, “so we want to get there at a time where he’s either coming or going. That usually throws them off, what time does he get home from work?”

“Between 5:30 and 5:45.”

“Okay. Do you want to do this today?”

“That would be lovely.” You tell him earnestly, you’d love to have Junie back today.

“Alright, let me get my team together and I’ll call you. Try not to stress Darlin’.” He stands and tosses a couple of bills onto the table. “We’re good at this, we’ve got you.”

“Thank you.”

You and Carol head back to her place and wait.

“You know if I could do something I would.” Carol says slipping her badge onto her belt.

“You did. You found these guys and they’re going to help. It’ll be fine.”

“If you need anything call.” She tells you putting her jacket on and finally adding her gun to her uniform. “Good luck.”

“Stay safe.” You tell her then you’re alone. Once you’re alone you can’t help but swipe through your photos of Junie. You try to relax but it’s hard without the distraction of your best friend.

When your phone rings at 4:30 you nearly leap out of your skin. “Hello?”

“Hi Darlin’, it’s Steve. You want me to come pick you up or do you want to meet me somewhere.”

“Um, if you could come to my building that’d be great. Carol is at work so I don’t want to come by myself.

“That’s alright. I’ll come get you if you send me your address.”

“Thanks.” When Steve arrives he has several people with him, three guys and a smaller woman. They’re all on motorcycles except for Steve, he’s in a black soft top Jeep.

“Darlin’, this is the team, Sam, Scott, Bucky, and Nat.”

“Thank you all for your help.” You tell them quietly, they all nod and Steve ushers you to the Jeep.

“Alright, if anything goes sideways you listen to what I tell you and we’ll be just fine. This isn’t our first show and it won’t be our last but we want to keep you and Junie safe.”

“Okay.” You give him your former address and the closer you get the more anxious you are.

“How you feeling?”

“Terrified. Which is so stupid. I mean look at you guys. Simon isn’t going to know what to do.”

“There’s a reason that we go in such big numbers.” Steve says pulling up to the building. “Ready?” You take a deep breath and nod.

“I want my girl back.” You tell him and he nods. You follow him up to Simon’s apartment, then he knocks. The door opens and Simon looks up at Steve in confusion.

“I think you’ve got the wrong apartment dude.” He says going to shut the door but Steve stops him with a hand on the door.

“I don’t think I do.” He says, his voice low and commanding. “Darlin’.” He says gesturing your forward.

“Junie!” You call and Simon sneers.

“No! Bad dog!” He snaps and you can see Junie cower.

“No, oh honey. Come on Junie B. Come here baby girl. Come on.” Her tail wags as she creeps closer, limping slightly. “What did you do to her? Why is she limping?”

“How should I know?” He growls and you want to cry.

“Come on Junie B.”

“You can’t take her!” He snaps kicking at the dog. This seems to be the last straw for Steve, he shoves open the door and pins Simon to the wall with one hand.

“Darlin’ get what you need.” You hurry through the apartment, Junie jumping merrily along with you.

“Junie B. Door.” You tell her firmly and she trots over to the door and sits while you gather her things. “Steve I need help.”

“Buck, Sam.” He calls and the two men come into the apartment. Bucky hefts the bin of dog food like it’s a pillow and Sam takes everything else from you except for Junie’s leash.

“Got everything?” Steve asks coolly, ignoring Simon’s attempt to move away from him.

“Yea. Come on Junie.” You tell her clipping her leash to her collar as you move. You can’t believe this is happening.

“You bitch! This isn’t over!” Simon snaps and you hear a solid thud.

“Come on, let’s get you to the car.” Nat says leading you away. She stays by your side the whole walk down to the car, you’re so relieved that you’ve got Junie back that you’re on the verge of tears.

“Thank you.” You whisper hugging Junie tightly and Nat gives her a couple of pets.

“Alright, let’s go.” Steve calls and his group climb onto their bikes and he jumps into the car.

“He didn’t hurt you did he?” You ask noting the mark on Steve’s face.

“Hardly a poke Darlin’.” Steve drawls with a smile. “He’ll leave you both alone now.”

“You didn’t, he’s not.” You can’t bring yourself to say the word dead but Steve gets your meaning.

“No Darlin’, I’ve got him scared is all.” Junie leans into you tail wagging wildly and you laugh softly.

“I can’t thank you enough.”

“It’s what we like to do Darlin’. She clearly is happier with you than with him.” You hum happily as Steve drives you both back to Carol’s. When you get there she’s there too, along with her partner, an older cop nicknamed Rocket.

“Got word of a dog theft. You know anything about that?” He growls looking over the bikers with a frown.

“No officer. Just helping a friend who left some stuff at her ex’s place.” Steve says.

“And you didn’t threaten her ex that if he even so much as looked at her picture funny you’d come and take his eyes out because you know all about him now?”

“No idea what you’re talking about.” Steve says with a shrug.

“Alright guys, come on up I’ve got pizza on the way.” You say with a smile and a wink over at Carol who only smirks in response. “Hey Rocket, when you’re done working you’re welcome to join the party.” You say over your shoulder before heading inside.

The bikers stay for pizza, you insist, as a thank you then they all filter out.

All except Steve.

You drop down next to him on the couch and Junie jumps up next to you. You card your fingers through her fur and she sighs contently.

“I really can’t thank you enough Steve. I wish there was something I could do for you.”

“Actually, there is something you could do.” He says hesitantly.

“Name it.”

“When you’re ready, I’d love to take you on a date.”

“You, really?”

“Yeah Darlin’. If that’s okay.”

“More than.” You tell him with a smile before you lean toward him, with a smile back, Steve lifts an arm and you fully relax into him.

In your opinion there isn’t a better place in the world than between Steve Rogers and Junie.

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[cyteau]

the darknight hero’s conquest ღ

  ღ  featuring

ღ diluc, kaeya, jean, canteu (OC), venti, klee, uvia (OC)

ღ word count : 1871

ღ warnings

ღ  slight NSFW, angst in chapter 2

ღ summary

you and diluc have been fighting partners (and lovers) ever since you two became commission partners. one day you and diluc have been sent on a commission that may be your last.. 

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PAST

Diluc has always been a stern man every since the death of his father. But ever since he met you, that changed. It was about 2 years ago when you and Diluc first met. You were sent on a commission to Liyue by Katheryne to take down some ruin guards. You’d always offer to go alone on the commissions, but that day was different. Katheryne introduced a tall, slender man with bright red hair. “This is Diluc, he will be accompanying you on your commissions from now on.” she says. You were thinking, why do I need a commission partner? But you didn’t bother to ask her why. Instead, me and Diluc went on the commission together and walked all the way to Liyue. Finally, we reached our destination. “Try not to get in my way.” you mumble. Both of you went charging after the ruin guards. You split up and took on each and every one of them. After you were done with the ruin guards, a chest appears before your eyes. You offer the chest to Diluc since he helped you, but Diluc insisted that you take it. You both ended up splitting the things in the chest. You two became commission partners ever since that day, and now you wish you can relive it. 

PRESENT

It was a cold day of spring. You were relaxing at Diluc’s tavern, Angel’s Share. It was minutes before closing time. You had just told Diluc that you were babysitting Klee because Albedo was doing albedo things. So you couldn’t hang out with him at the time. He said it was fine anyways, the man’s extremely busy. The only time you might even see Diluc is at the tavern or during commissions. You got rather used to not seeing him often and you don’t blame him either. You were pretty busy too. You babysit Klee whenever Albedo is busy, which is pretty common. So Klee would always be at your house. You haven’t been getting any commissions lately, but you didn’t feel like bothering Katheryne about it. You took one last sip of your juice and you told Diluc you were heading home to go make some food for Klee. On your way home, you decide to stop by the Adventurer’s Guild and talk to Katheryne. You asked if she had any commissions to do since you hadn’t been notified on any. Katheryne simply said no. You told her to keep you reminded. You head home to see Klee waiting at the door, immediately hugging you. Klee was always like a little sister to you. “Y/N! I missed you!”  

 You go to the kitchen holding Klee in your arms. You started to make Klee’s favorite, Fish-Flavored Toast (I know that sounds disgusting). You and Klee eat together then get ready for the night. At 4 AM at night, there was loud banging at the door. You grab your polearm getting ready the stab the hell out of whoever just woke you up. When you opened the door, your eyes widened. It was Katheryne! She look terrified and worried. “Y/N! There’s something really important I need to tell you!” She blurted out. She looked like she was about to fall over dead. “What’s so important, its 4 AM!” you said with a furious look on your face. “There’s a commission ready for you and Diluc, but it’s very dangerous.” she said handing me a paper with details on the commission. Your eyes widen. You have gotten a commission to go to Dragonspine. You’ve never gotten a commission from there before. It was too dangerous because of the strong monsters and the sheer cold that could drain your energy faster than you can run. Now you see why she was scared. You told Katheryne that you will talk to her tomorrow, but for now she can just go home. The next morning, you wake Klee early to go get all the things you need for the commission, including Diluc. 

You have to take Klee because you were probably going to be gone for the whole day, and you didn’t want to leave her alone at your house. You decided to head to Good Hunter to pick up some food first. Then you went to Venti to tell him about the commission. He offered to come with you but you immediately decline and only asked for his help. You asked him if he can watch and take care of Klee while you were gone. He accepted. Venti already knew where you lived and your number since you two are best friends. You then tell Venti to call if something happens to him, or Klee. You then wave Venti and Klee goodbye. You go to Canteu, a woman that specializes in potions and who is also your childhood friend. You ask and pay Canteu for a couple of healing potions. She give’s you them for free since your going to Dragonspine. She tells you to be careful, you don’t know what the hell your going to face. Finally, you were on your way to find Diluc. Your sure that Diluc has gotten the same surprise from Katheryne. You find Diluc at Angel’s Share and inform him about the commission. He tells you that he already knows. You insist both of you go now instead of wasting anymore time. He agrees. 

You are both now in Dragonspine. You are both wearing heavy coats because you don’t want the sheer cold to drain your energy. You were distinctly told to go up the mountain to the summit. On your way up to the summit, there were strong monsters you both had to fight. You had to use some of the healing potion’s to heal you and Diluc’s wound’s from the journey on. Finally, you two reached the summit. You don’t exactly know where the monster you were sent to fight was until you laid eyes on four frostarm lawachurls, and a couple of Fatui Cicin mages. You insisted to go after the lawachurls while Diluc handles the mages. While you two were busy fighting, the sheer cold has gotten to both of you causing your energy to drain bit by bit without you knowing. The mages were Electro, so every spell they hit on you costed a super conduct reaction. You managed to take down one lawachurn but it seemed like your strength was immediately failing you. Right when Diluc finishes off the last mage, you fall into paralyzation due to sheer cold. Before Diluc can rush over, you were attacked all at once by the lawachurls. Blood gushing into the air from Diluc’s eyes. Diluc had the most terrified look on his eyes. Immediately, he ran as fast as he could and killed all the lawachurls in a instant. There, he looked down at your body. 

Covered in blood, with your polearm in your hand. “Y/N! Stay with me!” Diluc shouted out, but he sounded far away. You wanted to tell him that you were okay but you just couldn’t lie to yourself, not in this situation. You look down to Diluc holding your hand, and holding his claymore in his other. You see tears falling down from his eyes as he firmly grasps your hand. You see another lawachurl running towards you and Diluc. You try to warn him but still can’t. You get up and somehow manage to get out of paralyzation and use the last of your energy to kill the lawachurl while holding Diluc back from helping. You collapse to the ground and the shine in your eyes start to fade, and your skin starts to become an unruly pale shade. Diluc, holding your half dead body kept on crying. Finally, you managed to get some words out. “Diluc, please dont cry. Your my Darknight Hero..” Suddenly, your hands become limp. Diluc then check’s your pulse. You are dead. Gone from the world. All you wanted was to be with the people you love. 

Diluc didn’t give 8 archons about the commission, all he wanted to do was get you to a hospital. Klee, Jean, Kaeya, Albedo, Venti, Canteu, everyone you cared about was there beside you in the hospital crying. You were dead. They couldn’t accept that. You saw a bright light. Then you saw a woman. “Am I dead?” you ask with hesitation. “No, you are not  dead yet.” the woman said. “My name is Uvia, the god of Life and Death.” She explained how im supposed to choose a path, Life or Death. “Before you can choose, you need to see your life flash before your eyes.” she said. And then at that moment, my life actually flashed before my eyes. I saw a vision of all of my memories up till now. I immediately started to cry, finding out how precious my life was. “You are the only person who get’s to make a Life or Death decision. I told Uvia that I wasn’t ready to die yet. Not yet. Never yet. I was still young and there was so much things that I haven’t done with my life yet. So I walked down memory lane one last time, then went on the the Life Path. The Life path was glistening and filled with light, while the Death Path was filled with dark and somber. Uvia told you that they will meet again. You immediately panicked because you thought she meant that you would die and make this decision again. Before going into the Life path, you ask Uvia how she knew you. She told you that she’s been watching you ever since you were born, and you cannot die. 

Before you can even say anything else or hesitate there was a sudden flash of light before your eyes. Your vision was blurry for a second but once it adjusted, you look around the room. Your eyes lock onto a young woman wearing what’s looks like a lab coat. The woman drops her tablet and yells as loud as she can when she sees me. Jean then starts to rush into the room and asked the woman, “What’s wrong?!” The woman pointed at me as I looked at Jean. Jean was horrified. She looked speechless. She ran out of the room. “Everyone! Y/N IS ALIVE!” I saw Diluc ran into the room and like Jean, was horrified. The last Diluc knew was that you had no pulse before. He asks the woman what had happened and the woman shows him her tablet. He looks completely shocked. The woman than turned her tablet for you to see. Your eyes widened. It was a complete flatline. He was right, you were dead.

to be continued

[readysetstarker]

KINKTOBER DAY 6: UPSKIRT/SEMI-PUBLIC SEX

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so a lil birdie told me a few weeks ago that @starkerchemistry‘s bday is today, and i promised her a very pornful fic as a gift! sorry, it’s so late, my dear, but work took priority today. hopefully, i’m still on time in w/e timezone you live in. chems is one of the first starker blogs i ever ran into on this site, and was one of the first people i followed when i joined! i’m so honored to be able to give her something today. happy bday, chems!! 😊😊😊😊

warnings: peter is an adult. crossdressing, cheating, dubious consent turned consensual, anal plugs, anal fingering, semi-public sex

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Peter was grateful for how easily the Avengers had taken to him wearing more feminine clothing around the Tower. There had been a few questions here and there about his gender, his presentation, all of it respectful and toeing a line Peter never drew himself. Interactions differed between each Avenger, but Thor had asked him nothing. His mentions of Peter’s clothing were mostly compliments, commending him for how well-dressed he was when he wore a bright red chiffon skirt and baggy blue tee to dinner one night.

His main concern had been when he caught Tony staring at him in the lab once, looking equal parts shocked and… something else. Something Peter had seen on his boyfriend’s face a long time ago when he wore a black lace number in bed when they first started dating. But it was quickly replaced with a smirk and a nonchalant shrug.

“Wear whatever the fuck you want, kid,” Tony had told him when Peter asked if his clothing bothered him. “As long as you wear your suit in the field and do what’s asked of you, what you wear in your downtime is your business, and no one else's.”

And nothing more had been said, beyond Wanda offering him some of her own clothes when she went through her closet. He really liked the dresses and coats she gave him, although they had needed some tailoring to fit properly. The first time he had worn one of her scarlet skirts, he couldn’t help twirling around in it.

He even sent a picture of himself in it to his boyfriend, but the response was lukewarm: a simple message of “cute”, encapsulated in a bubble of green. Peter tried not to let it bother him when he saw it, curled up in a pink plaid skirt and his old Midtown High sweatshirt. He had a black fleece blanket thrown across his legs because of the short hem, and he didn’t want to flash anyone during their movie.

(That, and he didn’t want anyone seeing the half-mast erection pushing the fabric of his skirt up. The black plug he had pushed into himself was pressing against that sweet spot inside of him every time he so much as breathed, and he was trying his best to will the ache away while hiding it from view. He had plans to swing by his boyfriend’s place after this and didn’t want them to waste any time with prepping.)

Sam had chosen the movie tonight, an old action flick that Tony swore up and down was not a Christmas film, just because it takes place on December 25. Peter laughed and licked butter and cheddar popcorn flavoring from his fingertips while the two bickered until Natasha shushed them, and Peter silently checked his phone for another response from his boyfriend.

  <<It’s pretty, right? I can just imagine you fucking me in it, hiked all the way up to my hips while I’m bent over the kitchen counter.

Peter chewed on his lip and checked the room around him. Everyone was too preoccupied with the movie to notice him texting. He waited (im)patiently for a response, excited to see what his boyfriend would say to that. The excitement died when his phone buzzed, and he opened up their text conversation.

  >>That’s a lot of fabric in that skirt, though. And having sex in the kitchen isn’t exactly sanitary. Besides, my mom’s over for the weekend, so maybe we could try meeting up next week.

That made Peter’s chest tighten.

  <<For the ENTIRE weekend? It’s our two-year anniversary tomorrow! We have dinner reservations at that new bistro and a hotel room off the coast. Remember?

  >>Oh, is that this weekend? I must have forgotten.

Peter breathed out heavy and long, eyes aching from the need to cry. He grit his teeth and punched in a heated response that he knew he’d regret in the morning.

No one said anything when he pushed the blanket off of himself and retreated to the kitchen. He decided to make his own bowl of popcorn, something to help drown the anger filling his chest. His phone buzzed again from the couch, but he ignored it in favor of perusing the cabinets for popcorn bags. If Thor used them all up  again …

“Hey, kid,” a voice started. Peter turned away from the pantry as Tony was shushed by three people from the living room, and he put a hand up in apology before moving to stand in front of the counter and lean back on it. “You, uh, you okay?”

“Hm? Yeah, I’m fine,” Peter lied. “Why do you ask?”

“Accidentally read your boyfriend’s text when your phone went off. Didn’t meant to snoop, sorry.” Tony held the mentioned device out to him, but Peter just shook his head, and it ended up on the counter. “You want to talk about it?”

“No, I’m fine.” Peter moved to the counter and checked the text Tony had seen. A half-hearted apology followed by an accusation that Peter was just looking for a fight. Peter swiped it away with his finger. “We’re probably going to break up, anyways. Been a long time coming.”

He didn’t see Tony wince but the sympathetic hiss from between the man’s teeth was heard.

Tony’s hand was warm on his back where it laid between his shoulder blades, slipping down just an inch. He pushed off the counter and moved to Peter’s side. His touch was comforting, and Peter could feel the tension melting from his shoulders at his mentor’s touch.

“Well, I’m sorry either way. Break ups always suck.”

Tony’s hand rubbed slow circles into his back. Peter relaxed more into it. From where he was standing, he could still see the movie blaring on Tony’s large flat screen, and the others were too entranced by it to even notice they were gone. He was also pretty sure Bruce had stolen his blanket at some point.

“He won’t know what he’s missing once you’re gone,” Tony said, voice pitched low as his hand began slipping down.

Peter didn’t really register what his words meant until he could feel the gentle brushing of Tony’s hands on the swell of his ass. His breath hitched.

Was Tony really doing what he thought he was doing?

No, Peter thought, Tony’s hand just accidentally touched him when he pulled away. He had definitely pulled his hand away and just happened to bump into Peter. That’s what happened, right?

Wrong, apparently.

Peter had to bite back a yelp when he felt Tony’s hand brushing up beneath the hem of his skirt. His fingertips traced just under the swell of his ass. Peter’s teeth nearly drew blood at the realization that Tony—his mentor—was feeling him up from beneath his skirt. It sent a thrilling shock down his spine. He whimpered and quickly clapped a hand over his mouth.

Tony hissed in his ear, a gentle encouragement to be quiet, before his entire hand slipped beneath Peter’s skirt and cupped his ass. The curve of his cheek fit perfectly against Tony’s palm, and the hard squeeze he gave it made Peter want to moan. He bit into the flesh of his hand to resist it.

Should this be happening? Should he let this continue? He was so much stronger than Tony, could easily turn around and throw the man across the room if he wanted to.

Tony’s fingers stroking along the curve of his ass sealed it. No, he didn’t want to throw Tony through a wall. He wanted his mentor to keep touching him, spark a fire between his legs that, if he was being honest, hadn’t been tended to in far too long. He had missed someone finding him attractive in his new clothing and touching him like this. And to have Tony Stark of all people wanting their hands on him?

His legs separated subconsciously when he felt Tony’s fingers drift down to stroke the back of his sac cradled gently in the pair of white briefs underneath his skirt. Peter struggled not to moan as Tony’s fingers ran up the slit between his cheeks, until they found the flared base of the plug nestled inside of him. The noise Tony made at its discovery kicked up his heartbeat.

Tony played with it through the thin fabric of Peter’s underwear, turned it and pressed in until Peter squeaked; the sound, thankfully, was covered up by an explosion on the screen.

Lips pressed into the back of his neck as a hand curled around the one covering his mouth, Tony’s breath hot against his skin. Peter’s shuddered as Tony slipped his fingers past the hem and stroked the smooth skin around the plug’s base. Peter was sure his knees were knocking together hard enough to make noise, but none of the others seemed any wiser to what was happening behind them. The two hands around his mouth help muffle his moan when Tony’s fingers wrapped around the base and gave it a gentle tug.

“God, baby,” Tony whispered in his ear. He sounded so wrecked, it made Peter’s cock stir. “He really didn’t deserve you, fucking look at this. Makes me want to feel inside you, baby boy. Get my fingers in there and make you squirm.”

Peter would have bitten his lip if he could, would have gotten on his knees and begged him to. He missed this, missed someone finding him so desirable they couldn’t keep their hands off him, even with company not even fifty feet away.

Unable to speak, he just nodded. Tony chuckled.

“You want that, Petey? Want me to fuck you with my fingers?” Tony’s voice sent shivers down his spine, his skin tingling all the way down to his feet. Peter nodded again. His eyes clenched shut as Tony gave it a harder tug and pulled the flare of the plug against his rim. “Oh, honey, I’ve got you. Gonna treat you right, but you gotta be quiet. I don’t like sharing.”

Arousal hit Peter so hard he almost choked. I don’t like sharing. The words echoed over in his head as Tony pulled at the plug again, twisting it until the largest part was pulled past the tight ring of his entrance, and Peter mewled quietly against his and Tony’s hand. He went up on his toes, hips jerking, and the head of his cock brushed against the side of the counter. He could feel how wet the front of his underwear was, wondered if he had leaked all the way through to his skirt.

Tony’s lips pressed against the back of his neck again, open-mouthed kisses tracing patterns across his skin while Tony pulled the rest of the plug out. He let it fall to the floor. The sound of it was covered up by gunfire. Peter clenched around the emptiness inside of him, barely hearing Tony’s praise of how cute his hole was.

He didn’t have time to complain about being empty, as two of Tony’s fingers slid into him. The lube was still wet and sticky, making the penetration easy, and god, did Peter squirm. Tony hadn’t done anything to him yet, but he was already rocking his hips back against Tony’s hand and palming at himself from underneath the counter. He was rock hard in his hand and his underwear was soaked.

Tony pumped his fingers in a few times. He did so slowly, working them through the slick inside of Peter’s hole, and then he crooked his fingers and pressed against Peter’s prostate. He thrust his fingers into it, didn’t let up, not until Peter was on his toes and arching against the counter. He moaned, quietly, in between their fingers. His cock leaked more into his underwear.

Peter’s toes nearly curled into floor. Tony chuckled in his ear, retracted his fingers, only to slide in three.

“You’re goddamn gorgeous like this, Pete,” he said in the boy’s ear, teeth grazing the shell and pinching the skin behind it.

Peter just moved his hips against Tony’s hand. The man’s voice, his words, right in his ear, made Peter’s head spin and his eyes roll back. He was so close, embarrassingly soon, and he didn’t want Tony to stop. He wanted to keep rocking back against the fingers in his ass, even with the rest of their team sitting only a few feet away.

Tony had other ideas. He was relentless in prodding Peter’s prostate. His touch turned just the right shade of rough, and his fingers dug into the meat of Peter’s cheek when he got louder, unable to contain little noises of pleasure and muffled pleas. Tony forced him closer to the counter.

The feeling of his mentor’s hard cock against the back of his thigh was what sent Peter over the edge. With a squeak into his palm and his legs going taut, Peter came into his fist, hips jerking and hole squeezing over Tony’s fingers. Tony helped him ride it out and teased his twitching rim after removing his fingers.

Peter leaned his weight against the counter and tried to catch his breath. He whimpered when Tony pulled away and replaced his fingers with the plug he had dropped earlier. His rim was raw and twitched around the rubber bulb as Tony pushed it back inside. Tony gave it a quick press in and laughed at Peter’s overstimulated whine. Peter's thighs shook so hard he was sure that he would end up on the floor if he tried to walk out.

Tony kissed the back of his neck again. “Come find me later, once the movie’s over. I’d love to see Wanda’s old skirt hiked up those pretty hips of yours.”

Peter couldn’t hold back his gasp when Tony took hold of his hips and ground his hard-on between Peter’s cheeks.

And then Tony was gone, returning to the couch as though he hadn’t just fingered Peter so good that he made walking impossible. Peter could see him reach for the blanket, probably to help hide the erection he didn’t take care of while he was still behind the counter. One word from him, and Peter knew he would have gladly sunk to his knees for his mentor, would have let him use his throat as well.

With trembling hands, Peter reached for his phone.

  <<Don’t worry about this weekend. I’ll be spending it with someone who can appreciate having me all to themselves.

#starker #ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #nff #kinktober 2019 #my work

[girlwithshipsshitshow]

Part 11

Misaki: (Runs hands through his hair) Sorry Takahiro, I was going to call you, but i've been a little preoccupied with my fiance here..

Takahiro: I had to hear it from this guy (Taps Isaka's chest) Luckily he didn't sound worried so...

Takahiro, Isaka: Wait did you just say Fiance?

Misaki: Oh yeah, we got engaged saturday.

Isaka: (Walks over to Usagi, salps usagi on the shoulder who groans in pain) Congrats man, you finally asked him!

Usagi: (Raspy voice) Uh, actually Misaki asked me, and please don't hit me I just has surgery.

Takahiro: Are you okay Usagi-san?

Usagi: I'm fine

Takahiro: (Walks over to Misaki and Usagi) So, you guys are getting married?

Misaki: Yes, Yeah we are.

Takahiro: We'll congrats.

Misaki: Yeah, you don't seem so happy about it.

Takahiro: I haven't even gotten used to the idea of you guys dating and now you're engaged?

Misaki: Yeah, we'll my plan was to propose after we told you and before I graduated, so I don't really care if you've gotten used to it, we've been dating for years without you knowing and now that you know we can fully be happy, and if i'm sorry if you can't get on board.

Takahiro: I can, I just need time to processes all this.

Misaki: We'll right now, we need to focus on Usagi, so this conversation isn't happening right now.

Takahiro: (Nods walks over to the sofa and sits down beside Aikawa).

Isaka: Well I'm happy for you. (Smiles awkwardly, and goes to sit on the sofa).

(Nurse Rose walks in and smiles at Aikawa causing her to blush, she sits on the arm of the sofa causing her to blush more, her heart was beating out of her chest, hopefully no one could hear it.)

Nurse rose: Looks like we have a full house.

Misaki: Yeah, my brother Takahiro is beside Aikawa, and beside him is the senior manager at the publishing company where Usagi's work is published, his name is Isaka.

Takahiro, Isaka: Hello.

Nurse Rose: So how is everyone doing? Usagi the cafe is about to close so if you want anything to eat you should place and order now, otherwise I can get you some liquid broth and tea from up here.

Usagi: I'll just take whatever's up here.

Nurse Rose: Sure, the four of you should probably go grab some food.

Misaki: I want to stay here

Usagi: No, you need to eat.

Misaki: (Sighs)

Usagi: I'll be fine for an hour, I promise.

Isaka: (Stands up, walks over to Misaki, Placing a comforting hand on his shoulder), Come on Misaki, he'll be okay.

Misaki: (Stands up) Okay (Softly places hand on Usagi's cheek and and leans down to kiss him, he softly whispers "I love you" against his lips, before giving him another kiss.

Nurse Rose: Okay, so I can take you guys up to the cafe, (confused look) It's on the fivthteen floor for some reason, never understood that, shall we go everyone?

Misaki, Isaka, Takahiro, and Aikawa: (All follow Nurse rose out of the room, and onto the elevator).

Nurse Rose: Alright fun ride! I'm on my break before going into my night shift, do you guys mind if I eat with you?

Misaki: (gently nudges Aikawa)

Aikawa: (Slants eyebrows and mouths "what")

Misaki: (Nods at her)

Aikawa: Um, Nurse Rose?

Nurse Rose: (Smiles) I'm on break, you can just call me Rose.

Aikawa: (Blushes). Um you can join us for dinner.

Nurse Rose: Oh, that's cool! Thanks. I want to get to know you more.

Aikawa: (Clears throat) Uh, a- all- all of us.

(Elevator dings, they all get off following nurse rose to the cafe, They all get a large plate of shrimp tempura to share, and chicken broth, options were limited, since it was late and the cafe would be closing soon. Isaka, and Takahiro followed Nurse Rose to a table in the far corner of the restaurant, while Misaki and Aikawa trailed behind.

Aikawa: When she said she wants to get to know you, she meant all of us right?

Misaki: (Laughs) No, she wants to get to know YOU.

Aikawa: What does that mean?

Misaki: It means she likes you.

Aikawa: So you're engaged and suddenly you're the relationships expert? Isn't Usagi your first relationship?

Misaki: (Scuffs) And how many relationships have you been in?

(They approach the table, Nurse rose grins at Aikawa)

Misaki: See she's smiling at you.

Aikawa: No, she's Being friendly

Nurse Rose: Aikawa, I saved you a seat. (Pats the seat)

Misaki: See, (Walks over and sits beside Isaka.

Isaka: CHIBI!! (Throws arms around Misaki)

Misaki: What!?

Isaka: What's happening, how are you handling this?

Misaki: (Takes a bite of the shrimp). As well as I can be

Isaka: Good, so tell me , what's going on with those two?

(Across the table)

Rose: So how long have you known Akihiko?

Aikawa: Oh many years, he's a pain in the ass, but he's a good guys, he's like my brother.

Rose: So you've never had any sort of feelings for him?

Aikawa: (Snorts) Oh god no! He's never been into girls and the one person he's "loved" before Misaki didn't feel that way about him. Misaki's the love of his life.

Rose: (Touches Aikawa's hand) And what about you?

Aikawa: (Blushes) What about me?

Rose: (Chuckles) You ever been in love.

Aikawa: I'm in love with my Job.

Rose: Ah, one of those people.

Aikawa: One of what people?

Rose: Your life is your job and you never dedicate anytime to yourself, or anything else.

Aikawa: That-

Rose: Not true?

Aikwawa: (blushes) I need to make some time for myself?

Rose: How about tomorrow?

Aikawa: Tomorrow?

Rose: I get off at 5, we can get dinner?

Aikawa: I-

Isaka, Misaki: SAY YES!

Rose: (laughs)

Aikawa: Um, Yes!

Rose: Okay, cool. Um can I get your number?

Aikawa: Oh, um sure. (takes phone out of pocket, the two exchange numbers), Um you can call me Eri.

Isaka: Whoa! You never let anyone call you by your first name.

Aikawa: Isaka, hush.

Rose: (Laughs, we should probably head back, Im sure Akihiko is hungry, and it's almost seven so visiting hours are almost over, everyone has to head home. Except you Misaki, legally you can stay.

Isaka: What, why does he get to stay.

Rose: (Raises eyebrows),Misaki's his fiance.Don't worry the rest of you can come back at six am. Anyway we should get going, you have thirty minutes to say goodnight to your friend, and Misaki I can bring some sheets and a warm cover up so you can fix up the sofa, it pulls out into a bed.

Misaki: Thank you Nurse Rose.

(Misaki sat with his arms crossed and a foot up in the chair,he watched as Nurse rose fixed the sofa for him,she was smiling and humming, apparently she was happy about her date with Aikaw,it was around seven-thirty and everyone had already left, Usagi flipped through the tv channels and sipped on a third cup of tea, his seaced IV bag had been replaced when they came back upstairs and he had his second round of antibiotics, his vitals were still looking good, and he would have labs drawn around three in the morning, his bandages had been replaced and his surgery area looked good, other than the labs, and nurse rose checking on them throughout the night they should be good).

Misaki: You didn't have to make up the sofa, I could've done it by myself.

Nurse Rose: That's okay. It's my job.

Usagi: Misaki, relax let someone do something for you for once, plus don't you have an exam to study for? maybe do that for an hour huh?

Misaki: Fine. (Walks over to table near the window, grabs laptop, walks back over to Usagi and starts to work on study guide.

Usagi: Is this for German?

Misaki: Uh, Yeah.

Usagi: How do you feel about that?

Misaki: Good.

Usagi: Your grades are still passing?

Misaki: Ugh, yes Usagi, god you're in the hospital and you're still nagging me?

Usagi: (Reaches hand out) I just want you to graduate, you've worked so hard.

Misaki: (Smiles, takes his hand) I know, thank you.

Nurse rose: (Sits on the armchair of the sofa, she smiles at them). Do you Guys always banter like this?

Misaki: (Chuckles) Yeah kinda our thing.

Nurse Rose: So how long have you guys been together?

Usagi: (Moves bed up): Um, almost five years.

Nurse rose: How did you meet.

Misaki: He used to be my tutor, and was in love with my brother.

Nurse Rose: Really?

Usagi: Yeah, Kinda a long story.

Nurse Rose: And that doesn't make it weird.

Misaki: Um, there were times early in our relationship when I was worried he was still in love with him but-

Usagi: His brother means a lot to me, but Misaki's the love of my life, I love him so fucking much, I'll never love anyone as much as Misaki, he's my everything.

Nurse Rose: Wow, That's so sweet.

Misaki: (Sobbing) Usagi, stop saying stuff like that, I need to study.

Usagi: (Smirks) You already know that's how i feel about you, I say it to you all the time.

Misaki: Yeah, but i'm studyyinngggg.

Usagi: (Laughs). Get back to studying.

Misaki: You know i feel the same way about you right baby?

Usagi: Ahh, did you just call me baby? Do it again.

Misaki: Mmmhm, can't studying, watch tv or somthing.

Nurse Rose: Well (stands).If You need anything, you know how to get ahold of me.

Usagi: Yes, thank you.

Nurse Rose: (Exits).

(Misaki slams laptop and places it on the table in front of Usagi before pushing it out of the way, surprising him).

Usagi: Misaki, what are you doing? because we can't have sex if that's what you're trying to do. I mean I really want to, but we can't.

Misaki: No, I know that, but I have news.

Usagi: What news makes you act like THAT.

Misaki: Nurse Rose and Aikawa have a date tomorrow!

Usagi: Awe good for them.

Misaki: Why aren't you more Excited!

Usagi: I'll be more excited once you pass the test!

Misaki: (Grabs laptop) You're no fun.

Usagi: I-

Misaki: You just want me to graduate BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH!

Usagi: Misaki

Misaki: I'm studying, I'm studying.

Misaki: Done, are you happy? (he looked beside him, it was ten, Usagi was out cold, he placed his laptop on the table, turned the lights off, and changed the channel to some dumb sitcom that would give him a good laugh and walked back over to Usagi, he softly ran his fingers through his soft grey hair, and leaned down softy giving him a kiss on the lips). Goodnight my love (He walked over the the sofa and sighed as he crawled under the covers, it felt weird not cuddling next to Usagi, they've been doing it a lot more recently and he knew he would have a hard time sleeping not wrapped in Usagi's arms, he drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

#usagi #usagi x misaki #usami akihiko #misaki x usagi #akihiko usami #misaki #misaki takahashi #takahashi misaki #takahiro takahashi #isaka ryuichiro #isak #erin aikawa #aikawa #my OTP #otp feels #otp #gay otp #fanfiction #ship

[we-stan-bruce-ban]

18 or 14 for the prompt thing 👀👀👀👀

14: “Is everything alright?” “It is now that you’re here with me.” *Which I tweaked a bit but same general idea

-O-

Thor hadn’t had a phone for terribly long. He still had a lot to figure out, but over time he’d learned one thing for sure: late night texts from Tony were almost never a good thing.

[Tony]: Hey

[Tony]: Bad news

What a surprise.

[Thor]: What is it this time?

[Tony]: Bruce

Immediately, he felt his heart stop. Thor’s typically slow thumbs were a blur as he tapped out a message.

[Thor]: What happened? Is he ok?

[Tony]: Not…really

[Thor]: What does that mean?

[Tony]: He’s stuck

[Thor]: Stuck?

[Tony]: Yep

[Thor]: In what?

[Tony]: He’s stuck mid transformation between the hulk and himself

[Tony]: Like, kinda big kinda green, very distressed, and I think he and the hulk are sharing a mind? Idk he keeps yelling at himself every now and then

Thor honestly didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know Bruce could get stuck like that, but it sounded awful. He took a moment to figure out what he wanted to ask next.

[Thor]: Does he seem hurt? Physically?

[Tony]: No clue, its kinda hard to tell

[Thor]: I’m coming over.

[Tony]: Figured you would. On floor 14

[Thor]: Please keep watch over him while I’m on my way.

[Tony]: No I think Im just gonna go make myself a margarita while my best friend is tearing his own existence apart in ways we didnt even know where possible beforehand

[Tony]: Of course Ill watch him

Thor didn’t waste time replying to Tony’s trademark sarcasm. Within mere minutes, he was over at Stark Tower, standing in the freezing rain and harsh gusts of wind that were probably brought on by his own stress. The door opened for him and he slipped inside, making a beeline for the elevator. Thor rode all the way up to the fourteenth floor, trying to catch his breath. Before he even got out of the elevator, he could tell that there was a strange sort of tension in the air.

When he stepped out, Bruce was nowhere to be found. Tony was rubbing his temple, as if he had a headache. Thor neared him, his eyes darting around the lab.

“Where is he?”

“Asleep. Finally.”

“Asleep?”

“He eventually passed out. Over-exhaustion, probably.”

“Okay,” he nodded, pausing. “Is he okay, though?”

“I…don’t know.”

Thor sighed and looked up towards the ceiling, then back at Tony. “So, he’s both? Him and the Hulk? At the same time?”

“Basically,” he nodded. “As far as I can tell, anyways.”

“Gods, that must be awful for…for both of them, I guess.”

“I can’t imagine how shitty he must feel.”

“Tell me where he is.” 

“We’ve got a hangout on this floor. It’s like…a makeshift bedroom, I guess. We spend so much time in here we figured we might as well have, like, a napping area,” he explained. “It’s a little room down the hall. Right side.”

Thor gave a sharp nod and hurried towards the door. 

“Hey, be careful, okay?” Tony called after him. 

“Of course I will be!”

Just like Tony said, the room was like the beginnings of a proper bedroom. There was a small bookshelf to one side, a few soft, yellow lights scattered about, and in the corner, a massive collection of pillows and duvets. There might have been a mattress beneath it, but it was hard to tell. Especially with the person curled up on top of it all. 

All along his arms were patches of what looked like rashes, only a muddy green color. His veins bulged along his arms and neck. He was definitely taller than he should have been, and more built and muscular, too. Bruce (Hulk?) himself seemed more like he was knocked out rather than peacefully asleep. His dark eyebrows were furrowed in what seemed like distress or frustration, and he would twitch every now and then. Thor knelt beside him and ran a finger along one of the several tears in his tightened shirt.

“Hello, dear,” he whispered. 

The being before him grumbled something incomprehensible. Then, his eyes snapped open. Thor took his hand back and watched intently. 

“Bruce?” he asked carefully. 

“Y-Yes,” he whispered, then smacked the side of his head. “No!”

Thor’s brow furrowed in concern. “Hey…”

“No! No Banner.” He shook his head frantically. A pained expression crossed his face. “Banner…sorry. I-I’m sorry…he’s…”

“Look at me,” he whispered, cupping his cheek. Thor pulled him into a gentle kiss, delicately playing with his hair. He pulled away and took a shaky breath. Thor frowned slightly and took his hands.

“Look at me, darling,” he whispered again. Bruce was hesitant to meet his eyes, but when they met each other, Thor gave him a warm smile. 

“I just wanted to say I love you. So, so much.”

He nodded slowly. “L…love you…too.”

“Mhm.”

“Who…am I?” he whispered suddenly. Thor paused.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t?”

He shook his head. “I mean…you aren’t exactly Hulk, but…but you aren’t fully Bruce either…”

“What am I?” The fear in his voice was more evident than before. 

“I don’t know, my love,” he said apologetically. “Do you feel more like one of them than the other?”

After a moment of thought, he replied. “Bruce.” 

“Are you sure?”

“…No. But…but I think I’m him…” 

“Okay,” he said softly. “Then we’ll get you back to being your old self.” 

“Promise?”

“I promise.” Thor gave him a smile. “How are you feeling?”

“Hurts…” Bruce sniffled. 

“I’m so sorry, my love,” he whispered, looking over his trembling muscles. “Just…focus on me. Everything’s going to be okay.”

“Gonna be okay…” he repeated, squeezing his eyes shut. “Th–Thor…”

“Yes, dear?” 

“He’s…I don’t want…” Bruce swallowed. “Make it stop…”

“I’m not sure how,” he admitted. “Try to…um, maybe think about things that help you relax?”

“Hugs,” he said quickly. “Hug me…”

Thor nodded and wrapped his arms around him. It was odd, since he was used to hugging a much smaller Bruce. The way he was now, their heights were just about matched. Nevertheless, Thor just pretended like it was a normal night. Just cuddling his boyfriend in bed, and nothing more. 

“How’s this?” he murmured, rubbing his thumb against a rough patch of skin. 

“Yes,” was all Bruce replied. Thor pressed a kiss just below his ear and hummed softly. It was an old Asgardian lullaby he remembered his mother singing to him as a child. Thor wasn’t the best singer, by any means, but he hoped it was calming. 

Apparently it was, since he started to feel Bruce start to shrink in his arms. He whimpered as he curled in on himself, his body still shaking and jerking. 

“Hush, hush, you’re alright, I’m here…” Thor whispered. Bruce took deep breaths. Everything had stopped. Thor looked down at him, trying to determine if he was fully back yet. The shirt he wore, while still ripped, seemed to fit him once more, and his skin was back to its usual color. 

“Bruce?” he asked. 

“Yeah…” Bruce turned to look at Thor. Tears streaked his face, but the look in his eyes was relief. He rolled over and hugged Thor tight. 

“Fuck…fuck. Okay. I’m okay, I’m okay,” he rambled to himself. “It’s fine…” 

Thor himself let out a sigh, happy that Bruce had come back to himself. “There. See? I told you we’d get you back.”

“That was…fuck.”

“Is everything alright, now?”

“Since you’re here,” he nodded. 

“What was that?”

“I don’t know,” Bruce shook his head. “I don’t know and I hope I never experience it again.”

“Hopefully you never will.” Thor stroked his curls. 

“Yeah…shit. Yeah.” Bruce glanced up at him. “Thank you…”

“Don’t thank me. I just want you safe and happy.”

Bruce smiled faintly. “I love you. So much, more than I could ever tell you. I’m…shit with words. You know that.”

“I do. But I love it.” Thor grinned. “It makes you yourself.” 

“See? I can’t do that,” he laughed softly. “Articulate words and all that…”

“Then just kiss me,” Thor mumbled.

Bruce did.

#ive had this idea floating around for a while #of bruce and hulk getting stuck or like twisted into one form lol #also thank you for the ask!! #much appreciated friendo #thruce #thorbruce #thulk #thor #thor odinson #bruce banner #hulk #my fics #drabble #fic prompt #body horror #not a ton but still

[flora-jimin]

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

Pairing: Ot7 (Jimin Centric)

Genre: Angst, Smut, PWP

Word Count: 6.7k

Rating: 18+

Summary:  Jimin starts to feel a little out of place and left out in their relationship.The boys make sure he knows he's just as important to them as they are to him.

Tags: Still Standing Verse, Sense8 Au, Jimin-centric, Poly Relationship, Self Loathing, Hurt/Comfort, Humiliation Kink, Makeup Sex, Overstimulation, Aftercare, Superpowers, Oral, Threesomse, Frotting, Voyeurism, Overstimulation, Crying During Sex, Superpowers During Sex

A/n: This oneshot was written months ago for a fic called Still Standing that I’ve been writing for over a year. It is a sense8 au where all the boys also have superpowers. If you’d like to read that, the link is in my bio on my blog, as it’s not a net approved fic, but for clarity’s sake, the superpower being used during sex is Yoongi’s umbrakinesis, or shadow manipulation.

AO3 Link

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been feeling left out lately.

Like today, with Jungkook and Taehyung going to the movies without him. Both of them eagerly holding hands and laughing as they were off to see a movie he had told them all months ago he was eager to see, it hurt.

“Oh, hyung, we figured you’d be at work during that time!”

It felt like a stab to the chest, but he only smiled and told them it was okay. He’d see it with Ji-Woo or he’d see it when the DVD came out.

When Hoseok and Yoongi paired up and disappeared into Yoongi’s studio to make music, he didn’t bother asking to join. Those two were often off in their own world when Yoongi let Hoseok into Genius Lab. It was a rule amongst their cluster not to go into Genius Lab unless Yoongi invited you in. The second oldest sensate took his personal space very seriously. So, Jimin only smiled and told them he hoped they came up with something good when he saw Yoongi take Hoseok’s hand and disappear behind the door.

Besides, he couldn’t rap like they did. He’d probably just be in the way.

When Jin was making lunch for Namjoon and talking about how the two were going to head out to Han River for a date, Jimin only bit back a smile and handed Jin the condiments and utensils the oldest had asked him for as he helped out.

He helped make the lunch, why wasn’t he invited too? Why couldn’t he go to Han River and be with them, too?

Jimin clenched his fists as he sat at the dinner table. Everyone was out. He was alone.

Again.

His head whirred as he felt all six men, all of them having the time of their lives. He felt them, didn’t they feel him? Did they care? Jimin felt a creeping sense of dread start to eat at him. Maybe they all didn’t need him anymore.

He put his head down, tears stinging his eyes as that inner voice got louder, belittling him and dragging him further into the pit of self loathing he’d found himself in.

“What do you even do? What do you have to bring to the table?” It sneered at him and Jimin squeezed his eyes shut tighter.

“You’re just some barista with a mediocre grip on your powers, you’re the weakest link out of all of the cluster and you know it. You’re a joke, Park Jimin, everyone’s laughing.”

He clutched his head, his chest heaving as he tried to ignore that voice. It was his own inner thoughts betraying him, and this wasn’t the first time he’d heard it insult him.

It never hurt this bad, though.

“-im? Chim? Fuck! Hyung, he’s crying!”

Jimin only barely registered Hoseok’s voice in his ears. He curled up tighter, biting his lip. The Busan boy didn’t want to bother anyone. They were having so much fun without him anyway and-

Yoongi’s face came into his view as those big hands picked his head up from the cocoon he’d made with his arms. He could barely see the second oldest, but he felt a strong pulse of concern through their link and he couldn’t help himself from breaking down and sobbing in his hands.

Hoseok startled from behind him and Yoongi’s lips pursed as he pulled him into his arms, letting the smallest man cry against his neck. He looked to Hoseok and nodded towards the bedroom.

“Pick him up. We should get him somewhere more comfortable.” He instructed as Jimin sobbed louder. Hoseok nodded, one arm sliding under the barista’s legs before he nudged Jimin’s head with his lips.

“C’mon baby boy, arms around my neck. We’re gonna take care of you.” He cooed, nearly missing a step when Jimin clung suddenly to his neck. He could feel the tears rolling down his neck as he walked him to the other room, biting his lip in worry.

Yoongi followed right behind him, lips a thin line as he felt Jimin’s flared up emotions vibrating through the link from all the boys. It overrode everyone else’s emotions and Yoongi could feel the worry and confusion coming from the four missing boys at the sudden fever pitch of negative emotions.

Hoseok sat down with Jimin in his lap, rocking him slightly to calm him, even a fraction. Yoongi crawled onto the bed right after him, gently prying Jimin’s hands away from Hoseok’s neck and moving his face so he looked him in the eyes. Jimin’s lip wobbled, his eyes bloodshot as snot rolled down his nose.

“You poor thing...what happened? Why are you crying?” Hoseok inquired, reaching into the bedside table to fish out a box of tissues. He gently wiped Jimin’s cheeks before pressing the tissues to his nose. Jimin held his wrist and blew weakly, feeling a slight relief from the congestion of his nose as Yoongi’s cat-like eyes watched his every move, concern shining in his face.

He looked away from Yoongi, guilt pulsing through their link.

He’d made them stop their fun to humor his little breakdown. He really was the worst.

Yoongi and Hoseok felt the second pulse of guilt get overridden with the feeling of self loathing, and without sharing a word, both men sandwiched Jimin in between them from a group hug.

The smallest man tensed, tears springing up in his eyes again. He wanted more attention from them, yes, but the doubt of his own self worth kept him from enjoying the sensation. He hated this feeling.

“Talk to us, baby. What happened?” Hoseok tried again and Jimin clenched his fists before burying his face in Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Do...do you all still love me? Am I in the way?” He inquired softly. Both men tensed and the other four stood around him, eyes wide.

“Jimin-”

“No one wants to spend time with me anymore. The movies, the music, the dates...why is everyone avoiding me?” Jimin’s voice quivered as he spoke and he did his best to formulate actual sentences.

“I...I feel like a third wheel to this relationship. Is everyone ignoring my emotions? I know you can feel them and-”

“No, no baby it’s not like that.” Namjoon was at his side in a moment, kissing his cheeks as he cupped his cheeks. Jimin looked up at him and Namjoon felt his heart break.

God, they fucked up.

“I’m not going to make any excuses for any of us. We should have noticed. You’re not a third wheel, baby. We love you.” Their leader continued with his soothing tone. Jimin lowered his eyes to Yoongi’s shoulder, unable to meet any of their gazes.

The other men all exchanged looks, but none of them said a word until the fatigue of the day caused Jimin to pass out slowly.

Once they all felt he was completely asleep, all eyes turned to their leader as they all visited from their respective locations.

Namjoon was driving back to their shared home, jaw set while Jungkook leaned up from the back seat.

“What are we going to do? We really messed up bad.” He voiced what they were all thinking and they shared a collective harsh sigh.

“We have to make it up to him. It was our own negligence that lead to this. Apologize properly when he’s awake and make sure he feels loved. Jimin is an important part of our cluster and our lives and I don’t want him-or any of you-to ever feel like this. We’re gonna let him rest and start tomorrow.” He told them, the determination to fix this problem shining in his eyes. Jungkook relaxed back into the seat and nodded with the rest of them.

-The Next Morning-

When Jimin woke up, the first thing he noticed was his inability to move. He was wedged between Namjoon and Taehyung and when he lifted his head to locate the other men, he saw he was the one who had taken the middle spot, with the other five (Jin seemed to be missing from the pile) men keeping him warm. He blushed and wiggled, trying to free himself from the pile.

It was a difficult task, but eventually he managed to do so, shuffling carefully out of the center so he wouldn’t step on any of his slumbering boyfriends. He looked back at them, a bittersweet smile on his face when he saw them all.

They all looked so perfect, even without him there.

He felt a twinge of that self loathing come back, so he ducked his head and left the room, not noticing Namjoon peeking at him through one of his cracked open eyes.

Jimin made his way to the kitchen, seeing Jin had started cooking breakfast. He placed a hand against the doorway, knocking gently to get his attention. Jin smiled at him and he responded with a soft smile of his own.

“‘Mornin, hyung.” he greeted.

“Good morning, Chim. I’ll be making your favorite pancakes, too. Have a seat, alright?” Jin instructed, turning back to the stove. Jimin hesitated before he moved to sit, playing with his fingers as he waited.

He stared at Jin’s back as he cooked, watching the oldest glide around the kitchen, plucking seasonings and foods from cabinets, the fridge, and the freezer effortlessly as he made their large breakfast.

“Hyung, do you need any help?” Jimin inquired after five minutes had gone by. Jin slid the breakfast sausages into the oven and nodded.

“If you could, could you come over here and mix the batter for the pancakes? We’ll need a lot.” Jin told him, offering him a large mixing bowl. Jimin smiled, grateful Jin was giving him the opportunity to help. He was hoping they wouldn’t be mad at him after his outburst yesterday.

He chewed on his lip as Jin began washing out some fruits in the sink.

“Hyung...about last night...can we forget it? Can we pretend I didn’t say those things? I didn’t mean to accuse you all of not loving me and ignoring me…”He trailed off. The kitchen fell into a silence as Jin kept his eyes on the strawberries in his palm. The oldest sighed and tapped the back of the faucet to shut the water off. He picked up the strainer the fruit was in, letting the water drain out of it before he moved to Jimin’s side, slicing some of the red berries.

“You shouldn’t apologize for telling us how you feel. If we made you feel like this, you should say it. That way we can make sure we don’t ever let it get this bad again. You’re important to us.” Jin hummed, taking the cut berries in his hands and walking behind Jimin, who had slowed his stirring as he thoughtfully looked into the white mix.

Jin dropped the berries into the bowl, pressing Jimin against the counter as he wrapped his arms around his back. The smaller man nearly dropped the bowl, had Jin not have closed his larger hands over Jimin’s.

“We’re sorry. The only ones who should be apologizing is us.” Jin spoke directly into his ear and Jimin felt his knees buckle slightly. He had a weak spot for being pinned down, but now wasn’t the time for him to be getting excited over nothing.

“But I-”

“Shh. We have to make breakfast.” Jin teased, placing his hand over Jimin’s as they stirred the batter. The younger man nodded and complied, trying not to think about how close Jin was to him.

Or how many times the members of the cluster had fooled around in the kitchen.

Jin noticed the pulse of embarrassment and arousal radiating off of the smaller man and he grinned, setting the bowl down and placing his palms down on the counter by either side of Jimin’s hips.

He peppered Jimin’s neck in kisses, smiling when the smaller man tried to suppress his giggles. Jimin blushed to the tips of his ears, breath hitching up when he felt Jin palming the front of his quickly tenting boxers.

“H-hyung, the breakfast…”Jimin protested, though he pressed closer to Jin’s hand. The older man smiled against the pale skin of his neck.

“The oven is on low. I can be quick, just keep stirring.” Jin gave his ass a slap and sunk to his knees and Jimin gasped when he felt the cool air of the kitchen hit his ass as Jin tugged his boxers down as he went.

“Turn around for me, Chim.” Jin purred and Jimin obeyed, flustered. His hands shook as he held onto the mixing bowl, his cock twitching as Jin teasingly blew along the length. He took Jimin’s cock in his hand and ran his tongue up the underside from base to tip, reveling in the full-body shiver that went through the younger sensate.

Jin made a point to watch every expression on Jimin’s face as he bobbed his head, taking a bit more each time. Jimin’s grip on the spoon and bowl tightened as he let out a shaky breath, resisting the urge to roll his hips up into the warm sensation of Jin’s mouth. The oldest used one of his hands to stroke whatever wasn’t in his mouth, pulling Jimin closer with his other hand.

“H-Hyung! Please…” Jimin whined, biting his lip when Jin rolled his tongue over his sensitive head. He made a point to sound as sloppy as he could, enjoying the way Jimin’s resolve broke. He set the bowl aside without another moment’s hesitation, one hand shakily on the back of Jin’s head.

Jin could tell he was holding back, probably afraid he would choke the older man if he thrusted up. In response, he removed his own hand from Jimin’s dick, eyes sliding closed as he took the entirety of Jimin’s cock in his mouth.

The smaller man was far from the biggest or thickest out of the seven men, but Jin still enjoyed giving him blowjobs as much as he did the others.

Mostly because Jimin was the most responsive one.

“H-Hyung, more. Oh my god…” Jimin tilted his head back, giving Jin an experimental few thrusts to make sure he didn’t catch him off-guard. Jin took it in stride, placing a hand on his thigh. They often used signals during sex to make sure they were all on the same page in case it wasn’t clear through their connection.

Jimin could feel that Jin was relaxed and eager, and the light tap on his thigh was a sign from the oldest to do what he wanted.

Fingers shaking, Jimin ran his fingers into Jin’s hair, gripping firmly as he thrusted forward, shaky mewls leaving his lips as he fucked his hyung’s mouth. Jin was painfully hard himself from the treatment and teasing as he shifted on his knees, dipping his hand into his own pajama pants to stroke his aching cock.

“W-We’re gonna wake the others if you stay so loud, Jiminie~” Jin teased as he popped his mouth off for a moment, knowing full well the other men wouldn’t be able to ignore the dual sense of arousal rolling off the two men in waves. Jin pulled his sleep pants down more so he could stroke himself more freely while Jimin blushed, his bottom lip plumper than usual from him biting it to keep his moans down.

It was a fruitless effort since they were all connected, but that made it all that much cuter, in Jin’s opinion.

“Fuuck fuck fuck I’m close. Hyung!” Jimin’s hips began to stutter, so Jin pressed hum flush against the counter, taking over by bobbing his head quicker than he was before. Jimin’s grip in his hair tightened to the point that it was borderline painful, but Jin wasn’t at all opposed to the jolt that came from the action. He stroked himself at the same pace as his head movements, his thumb smearing precum over his head as he watched Jimin unravel before him.

“G-Gonna cum gonna cum, please please please-” Jimin pulled harder, this time trying to yank Jin off before he came in his mouth, but the oldest wouldn’t budge, swallowing around Jimin’s twitching cock.

All it took was a few more bobs before Jimin came with a cry, rope after rope of cum filling Jin’s mouth. He swallowed most of it, pulling off of Jimin’s cock as he continued stroking himself, feeling his own release quickly approaching.

He glanced up, seeing Jimin stare down at him with lust-blown eyes, cheeks red and sweat rolling down his temple as he held his gaze. The older Sensate’s eyes moved to his lips as Jimin weakly called to him.

“H-Hyung…”

Jin came nearly on the spot, the milky drops landing on the dark tile of the kitchen between his knees.

They all had a soft spot for Jimin’s lips. Honestly, who wouldn’t?

Jimin blushed and moved to get paper towels as Jin tucked himself back into his pants. The older man took them as soon as he returned, refusing to let Jimin clean up the mess. Jimin pouted at him as he watched the older man clean. Jin ignored him and stood to dispose of the soiled tissues, moving to go to the sink to wash his hands.

“You came a lot. Have you been pent up, baby?” Jin teased after a moment of silence, hands soapy. Jimin blushed hard and went to swat at him when he noticed Jin still had a bit of his cum at the corner of his lips.

Blushing, he leaned up to lick it off, shying when Jin sent him a coy look.

Later, when the rest of the boys filed into the kitchen one by one, Yoongi took note of the difference in the piles of pancakes between the boys.

“Didn’t you want more food, Jin? You barely have any on your plate.” He mused.

Jin only smiled as he drank his coffee.

“I had some breakfast earlier, actually.” He chirped, and Jimin choked from across the table.

-2 Days Later, Cafe Thief’s Heart-

Jimin sighed as he brewed the next batch of coffee. There was a customer outside that had been giving him trouble for a while now, but he did his best not to let it get to him. Ji-Woo would no doubt cause a scene and both Taehyung and Jungkook were usually busy helping out somewhere else in the cafe to come to his aid.

He shook his head, slapping his cheeks. He had to focus.

There’s no way he should need the younger men to run to his aid, anyway.

He exhaled and brought the ice coffee to the man with a slice of cake, shuddering at the way the middle-aged man eyed him when he set the food down. He stood and politely bowed and went to leave when the man leaned up and sent him a flirtatious smile.

“Y’know, I think you’re pretty cute, Jimin. Maybe we could get this to go, hm?” He winked and Jimin felt physically ill. Despite that, he sent him his best customer service smile and shook his head.

“No thank you, sir. If you’d like, I could put your things in to-go containers.” He offered. The man’s face turned and he rolled his eyes.

“Think you’re too good to go out with me? Pathetic. It would be your honor to date someone with as much wealth as I have.” He grunted, clearly annoyed he had been rejected. Jimin’s brow twitched in annoyance. Though he didn’t have the most highest of paying jobs working for Ji-Woo’s cafe, but he enjoyed working with his best friend more than anything.

Plus, several of his partners had more than enough wealth that even if that was the defining factor in whether he went out with someone (it wasn’t. How shallow is that?), they had that more than covered.

“That’s too bad you feel like that. Enjoy your order, sir.” Jimin muttered through gritted teeth as he spun on his heel. He had gotten around four steps away before he heard the sound of glass breaking.

Closing his eyes and collecting himself, he turned, rage bubbling up when he saw the cake slice on the floor and the man faking a shocked expression.

“Oh no, my cake fell! Could you clean this up, Jimin? Someone could fall on this.” He informed him, taking a sip of his iced coffee. Jimin gritted his teeth and went to grab a small bag they kept in their aprons, kneeling down to pick up the large glass pieces first. The man swirled the iced coffee for a moment before he popped the cap off, looking into the cup.

“I think you should check this out too, Jim-Jim. It doesn’t taste right. You agree, right?” The man sneered, pouring the iced coffee on Jimin’s head. The small man leapt up, a startled gasp leaving his lips as the cold drink rolled down the back of his neck and down his shirt. He shook, tears sprouting up in the corners of his eyes as the other customers turned their attention to the scene.

“I told you I wanted a double shot of vanilla syrup in it. Couldn’t get that right either?” The man chuckled. Jimin clenched his fists, body shaking as he felt the fresh embarrassment roll over him.

Before anyone could see him cry, a towel fell over his head and he was pulled against a warm body. Blinking, he looked up to see Taehyung standing protectively over him while Jungkook yanked the man up by his shirt. The youngest man sent him a dangerous smile, ignoring all the complaining about harassment from the man as he began dragging him outside.

“You all see this! This is assault and harassment! I’ll ruin you!” He barked,

Ji-Woo stood at the counter, arms crossed.

“Get this trash out of my shop. I absolutely don’t condone customers treating my employees and friends like shit.”

“Don’t worry, dude. You’re free to try that slick shit with me.” Jungkook threatened as he pulled him outside. The other customers began chattering, but not a single one looked like they would call the police on them, so Jimin was relieved. Tae frowned and looked down at him.

“Hyung...you’re shaking. C’mon, lets get you out of that. Woo-Ya, Kook and I are gonna take him home when he gets changed. Is that okay?” He inquired. Ji-Woo smiled and nodded.

“It’s fine. Minjun and I can hold down the fort. It’s almost closing time anyway.” She waved them off and Tae bowed in gratitude, pulling Jimin into the back room.

“Are you alright?” He asked as he pulled the uniform shirt off. Jimin nodded, coffee still dripping from his hair. His shirt was no doubt ruined, but he couldn’t help the warm feeling of relief that filled him. He felt more appreciated each day and although he would much rather do without the altercation moments ago, he still felt his heart swell two sizes from Tae and Jungkook coming to his aid.

“Hyung, you’re spacing out.” Tae teased. Jimin blushed and both of them startled when Jungkook slammed the door to the room, storming in as he marched up to the shorter Busan native. He took Jimin’s face in his hands, checking for injuries before he made eye contact.

“I beat his ass.”

“I know. Thank you, Kook.” He cooed, pressing his cold hands on top of Jungkook’s. The maknae sent him a smile and gave him his jacket. Jimin noticed Taehyung and Jungkook kept him firmly wedged between them as they walked home.

He blushed and smiled, inhaling Jungkook’s scent.

-30 Minutes Later-

Y’know, he didn’t mean this when he said they had him wedged between them, but he wouldn’t complain.

Currently, Jimin was straddling Taehyung’s waist, both of their cocks slick with cum as they rutted against one another while Jungkook had a near bruising grip on the older man’s waist, hips slapping against Jimin’s plump ass as he rocked into him.

Shortly after he took a shower (with both of them insisting they join), the three youngest sensates stumbled into the bedroom, soaked bodies falling to the sheets. It was a flurry of hands groping at whatever they could (“We’ve got to make sure to warm you up real good, hyung”) and lips on skin (“You still taste like coffee, Jiminie. Delicious.”)

Taehyung had fucked him first, kissing the back of his neck while Jungkook stroked both his and Jimin’s cocks in unison, groaning against his lips as they kissed. He’d barely had a chance to rest before the two switched positions, with Jungkook fucking him much faster than Tae did, leaving Jimin a babbling mess as each thrust sent his cock sliding against Taehyung’s.

He leaned down to kiss him sloppily, the desperate growls leaving Jungkook’s lips behind him telling them both that he was close. The youngest leaned down, effectively sandwiching Jimin between them both.

“So pretty, hyung. You gonna cum? You wanna show Tae Tae that beautiful face when you do?” He teased, pulling Jimin’s hair so he arched up. Taehyung looked up, groaning when he saw how far gone Jimin was.

He lifted his own hips, thrusting against Jimin’s cock faster while Jungkook fucked him hard. It wasn’t much longer until all three of them came, sweat and cum running down their bodies as they collapsed on top of one another.

“Aigoo, you’re both heavy! Get off!” Tae complained half heartedly. Jungkook sent him a crooked smile and Jimin kissed his nose to appease him. They all broke out into comfortable laughter and laid together until they had enough energy to drag themselves out of bed and take another shower, making sure to change the sheets before any of their hyungs got home.

The other four came home to them cuddling in a pile together.

-3 Days Later, Genius Lab-

“Nnng….”

“Ah, you wanted to make music, Jimine. The recording won’t pick it up if you hold back.”

“T-This isn’t what I-ohh fuck yes yes-this isn’t what I meant!”

“If audio doesn’t work, we could always shoot a ‘music video’.”

Jimin was about to come up with a retort, but Hoseok picked up his pace, rolling his hips expertly as he rocked into the smaller man. Yoongi had been calmly teasing him the whole time, lazily stroking his dick from across the room as he watched the two fuck like rabbits on the couch he had in his studio.

Hmph. Voyeur.

“Hobi fuck! Right there right there yes!” He gasped, nails running down Hoseok’s back as the pyromancer hit him just right. Hoseok licked his lips and sat up, hooking his hands under the back of Jimin’s knees, holding them apart as he rocked into him.

“O-Ohh fuck fuck fuck!” Jimin threw his head back, cock leaking against his abs as his balls drew up, feeling another orgasm creeping closer.

“He’s gonna cum again, Yoongs. Look at him.” Hoseok purred affectionately, thumbs rubbing the back of Jimin’s thighs. Jimin trembled, looking over at Yoongi and whining pathetically.

“I-I want to make you feel good too, hyung. Ahh, fuck!” Jimin closed his eyes, moments away from his orgasm when it suddenly…..stopped.

He gasped in surprise, eyes flying open as Hoseok spilled inside of him again, but his own orgasm was prevented by the shadow wrapped around his cock, effectively preventing him from cumming. He panted, looking over at Yoongi as the oldest man in the room sent him a coy smile.

“H-Hyung-”

“You said you wanted to make me feel good. I would never deny my baby boy that. What kind of mean hyung do you think I am?” The DJ cooed, sending him a sly smile. Hoseok laughed tiredly, gently sliding out of Jimin. He could tell Yoongi was about to take over and he didn’t want to miss a moment.

They all loved when he got like this.

“C’mon then, Jimin. Come make me feel better, then.” Yoongi beckoned him over in a tone that told Jimin there was something more to it. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited. He slid off the couch, still feeling weak from the several times he and Hoseok had fucked previously. He panted, blushing as he felt mentioned man’s cum start to leak down his thighs.

Yoongi noticed and smirked, raising his hand.

A shadow shaped like a hand scooped up some of the cum, lifting it to Jimin’s lips. The barista didn’t hesitate, flicking his tongue to lick it off immediately. Yoongi’s chest rumbled in satisfaction and he propped his head up on his chin, lips quirking as he saw Jimin’s knees buckle again as he tried to continue walking.

“Maybe you should crawl. Wouldn’t want you to fall, baby.” Yoongi offered, still stroking his cock with his free hand. Jimin nodded and got on his hands and knees, biting his lip as he felt his still-restricted cock bob from the motion.

“Oh, hyung you're a real sadist.” Hoseok chuckled, eyes trained on Jimin’s ass as he made his way to Yoongi slowly. The DJ didn’t respond verbally, but the look of satisfaction on his face told them both all that they needed to know.

He really did love using his powers during sex.

Jimin was around a foot or two away from the chair Yoongi was sitting in when the older man decided he hadn’t teased him enough. He sat up, flicking the hand that wasn’t on his cock. In moments, Jimin’s knees almost failed him as he felt something slide into his slick hole.

His cheeks went red as he watched Yoongi’s hand move, the shadow fucking him hard. He groaned, forehead dropping to the floor as he let himself be taken.

“What’s wrong, Jimin? If you wanted to please me, you should be able to crawl over here still, yes? Or does it feel too good?” He taunted, spreading his fingers apart.

Jimin’s eyes nearly rolled back as he felt it expand, growing thicker than it was before. Each thrust was a deliberate, hard jab that always got so close to his spot but never went deep enough to satisfy him. The ring around his cock was a reminder that he wouldn’t be feeling any release until Yoongi was satisfied, either.

“C’mon baby. Don’t you want your Hyung’s cock?” Yoongi teased, licking his own precum off of his fingers. Jimin nodded, slowly resuming his crawling. His mewls and moans filled the soundproofed room as he god closer and closer, body shuddering as he felt oh so close to orgasm.

It took two and a half minutes before Jimin reached Yoongi, panting as he rested his head on Yoongi’s leg, rocking his ass back against the shadow still fucking him. The man had came dry at least once and Yoongi smiled down at him, petting his head.

“Good boy, Jimin. You got enough energy to ride my cock?”

“Mmmnm.”

“Words, baby.”

“Y-Yes, Yoongi.”

Satisfied, Yoongi dispelled the shadow, chuckling when he heard Jimin whine in disapproval. He kissed his cheek and picked him up, seating Jimin in his lap as he held his cock up for him.

“C’mon baby. Show me how much you want this dick.” He ordered, slapping his ass. Jimin gasped and nodded, sinking down on Yoongi’s thick dick. His eyes nearly rolled back in pleasure as he felt himself being filled again. He leaned closer to Yoongi, pressing loving kisses to his face as he let his hips rise and fall.

Yoongi kissed and bit at his neck, hands on his hips as he growled sweet nothings into his ear, the wet sound of their fucking turning Hoseok on. He noticed the irony in the situation, with him and Yoongi switching places as he now watched the older man fuck their boyfriend.

Jimin was already sensitive from several other rounds, so Yoongi didn’t tease him for too long. He could feel the man already start to float away from the sheer amount of pleasure he’d gotten that night.

Pale arms wrapped around Jimin’s body and Yoongi took over, rocking hard and fast into him as the shadow around Jimin’s cock released. The older man kept him grounded as Jimin cried out, cumming hard against Yoongi’s stomach, nearly passing out from the stimulation. Yoongi kept him tight against his chest, cumming himself once he felt Jimin’s slick walls clench around him. The strong pulse of ecstasy from Jimin pushed Hoseok into another orgasm and all of them took a minute or two to collect themselves.

Yoongi could feel Jimin crying in his arms, still not quite down from the high of sex. He cooed gently, kissing him as he picked him up. Hoseok smiled tiredly and followed him, all three of them washing off by taking a bath.

Jimin was sat between Yoongi’s legs, sleepily nuzzling his chest as Hoseok sat behind him, washing his hair. Both men kissed him periodically, telling him how much of a good job he did and he was out like a light before he even knew it.

Hoseok and Yoongi exchanged a fond smile before they carried Jimin to bed.

-3 Nights Later-

Jimin squirmed as Namjoon’s hands ran over his back. The older man had offered to give the younger man a massage, and Jimin couldn’t turn down an opportunity to spend time with him.

Plus, if this was anything like the others, he knew where this was going.

“The others really did a number on you, hm? You’ve got hickies and bruises.” Namjoon hummed, looking at the bruises over Jimin’s hips and the slight discoloration of his ass from spanking. He’d noticed the circles littering Jimin’s neck and chest when he massaged his front.

None of them would admit it, but they all had little competitions to leave as many hickies as they could and with how adamant they all were to make sure Jimin never felt excluded again, he had a few more love bites than usual.

“It wasn’t anything I didn’t like. I really appreciate everyone.” Jimin muttered, groaning in relief when Namjoon started to work a particularly tense knot out of his lower back. He hummed in delight.

“I’m glad. We really are sorry we made you feel like that. I’ve been paying extra careful attention to the links, too. I want to make sure it doesn’t happen again.” Namjoon told him, hands moving down to squeeze and knead at his ass.

Jimin blushed and bit his lip.

“I-I appreciate it.” He murmured, twitching when Namjoon pressed a kiss to his spine.

“I didn’t offer to give you a massage with the intent to fuck you, but feel free to tell me if that’s what you want.” He teased, fingers running closer to Jimin’s crack. He spread them for a moment before moving further down.

Jimin sighed shakily, feeling Namjoon’s breath on the back of his thighs. He felt bold today, so he lifted his ass, shaking slightly.

“Are you gonna deliver if it is what I want?” He inquired. Namjoon flashed him a dimpled smirk before he continued massaging the back of his thighs.

“You know I will. Just say so.”

“I want it.”

Immediately, those hands were off of his thighs and back on his ass, long fingers sliding between his cheeks to tease his asshole, chuckling when Jimin took it upon himself to spread his cheek apart, fully exposing his eager hole to the other man.

“We’ve really made you shameless, huh?” Namjoon chuckled, sliding two of his fingers into him. Jimin sighed and pressed his cheek to the pillow.

“Y-You can say that.” He murmured, his cock stirring to life as Namjoon pumped his fingers in and out, slowly scissoring them apart. Jimin didn’t need much prep since he had been so active recently, but Namjoon prefered to slowly pick his boyfriends apart before he fucked them. It was something that drove the more impatient ones mad, but they never complained seriously about his methods.

He pulled his fingers free when Jimin began rocking back, replacing them with his tongue, flicking deviously at his rim before he slid it right inside. Jimin’s fists tightened in the sheets as Namjoon’s tongue worked in and out of him. The ex-nurse raked his fingers down Jimin’s thighs lightly, humming when he felt the goosebumps rise up on his skin immediately afterwards.

Jimin’s small mewls turned into pants as minutes went by and Namjoon didn’t let up until Jimin was practically begging him to do more.

He gave his ass a playful slap as he sat up, tapping Jimin’s leg to get his attention as he unbuckled his pants.

“Turn around, baby. I want to watch your face.” He told him and Jimin blushed, hesitantly rolling onto his back. Namjoon looked down at him, his big hand wrapping around Jimin’s cock, giving him a few strokes as he lined his head up to his ass with his free hand.

“You ready?”

“Yes, Joon.” Jimin nodded, love and adoration shining in his eyes. Namjoon leaned down to kiss him, distracting him from the momentary discomfort from the initial penetration. Jimin gasped against his lips and Namjoon slid his tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeper.

Jimin realized Namjoon was letting him set the pace of the kiss as he slowly rocked into him and he teasingly nibbled his bottom lip, wrapping his arms around the older man’s neck. Namjoon chuckled arily and responded with a deep thrust before returning to his sensual pace.

When he broke the kiss, Jimin was panting. Namjoon kissed at his throat, and he waited for the familiar sting of a bite or nibble, but was instead met with more kisses as Namjoon made his way down until he flicked his tongue over one of his nipples. Jimin shuddered and Namjoon chuckled against the hardened bud, rolling the other one between his fingers as he relished every small gasp and moan that tumbled out of the smaller man.

“J-Joonie...Ahh please faster.”

Ah, there was the begging.

Namjoon would normally tease him for much longer, but instead, he pushed both of Jimin’s hands above his head, pinning them there as he increased his pace dramatically. The barista cried out in delight, arching his back as Namjoon fucked him. There were lips against his face, his cheeks, and even his chest and Jimin could feel he wouldn’t last as long as usual if this kept up this way.

“Look at you, baby, You’re so handsome when you fall apart for me. Look at me,” Namjoon nudged him, rolling his hips so the tip of his cock brushed against Jimin’s sweet spot with each thrust. Moaning louder and struggling to focus, Jimin looked up, finding Namjoon staring lovingly at him. The others were around him on the bed and in his lust-hazed mind, he couldn’t tell if they were actually there or visiting him through their connection.

“We love you baby. Don’t forget that.”

It didn’t matter which one said it. It could’ve been one of them, or all of them, but Jimin just closed his eyes. His voice cracked as he cried out, cumming with Namjoon. He felt the aftershocks of sex and trembled, pressing close to Namjoon when the larger man hugged him.

He rocked Jimin, kissing his head as he reached into their bedside table. They always kept tissues and wipes there for obvious reasons. Jimin shivered when Namjoon wiped the cum off his stomach and the cum from between his legs, smiling tiredly at their leader after he tossed it in the bedside trash can.

Namjoon pulled him in close, tucking Jimin’s head under his chin. Jimin happily hugged him back, the sound of Namjoon’s heartbeat being comforting. Namjoon rubbed soothing circles against his back, kissing the top of his head as he started to drift off.

“I love you guys.” Jimin murmured sleepily, eyes heavy. Namjoon chuckle and closed his eyes.

“And we love you, Jimin.” Namjoon responded, and the strong pulse of love and contentedness was something they all felt through their connections.

#fie writes #still standing #thekimlinenet #bangtanarmynet #bangtanhq #krwitersworldnet #bts ot7 #bts smut #bts sense8 au #superpowers #namjoon smut #jin smut #yoongi smut #hoseok smut #jimin smut #taehyung smut #jungkook smut

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Place Your Bets 8/?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Money is on the line and the months are counting down so who will win in the bet to when Bucky and Y/N finally get together? And will they figure out what’s exactly going on

Warnings: Swears?, a lot of hi-jinks and fluff

A/N: Sooooo this was meant to be the last part but I’ve had a change of heart and im extending it for another part hehe

Word Count: 2,400ish

Masterlist

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine

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A plan was set in place, it consisted of several parts but overall it would mean the end of this long bet.  It would be difficult, I’m not going to lie to you it took some serious planning by Bucky and Y/N to figure out what exactly was going to be done. Their timing had to be perfect, what they said had to be precise and they couldn’t give away any hint of what they were doing. Easy enough for two highly trained agents. 

Part One - Infiltration

Y/N wandered down the hallway of the compound, she was on the prowl but no one would be able to tell from her walk or the casual demeanor she expressed. At the end of the hall her prey turned the corner and began walking towards her. Part one was in motion. 

“Steve!” she called out and jogged ahead before turning and walking side by side with her prey, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

Steve slowed his pace and raised an eyebrow, he was none the wiser. 

“Is everything okay?”

“I overheard you and Sam earlier,” she lowered her voice as she spoke, careful as to make sure no one else would be able to hear as Steve came to a stop, a deer caught in the headlights. “I know about the bet you have.”

“You’re not mad?” Steve felt as though he was walking on ice, Bucky had let loose at the news of the bet and he wasn’t sure how Y/N would react. 

“I’m slightly annoyed yes,” she breathed out a laugh and looked from side to side before stepping closer to her prey, “but I can forgive you, for a price,” she smirked.

“And what would that price be?” he breathed out a small laugh and smiled at his unknown predator. 

“I want in,” she stated, “I plan on talking to Bucky about all this and I have a feeling it’ll go smoothly,” she shrugged her shoulders before continuing, Steve quirked his eyebrows again, his curiosity was growing, she had him on the end of her line and was reeling him in. “If it does, I want 50%.”

“You’re sure you two will get together? How?” He crossed his arms, she felt the tug of the reel as he fought back. 

“Let’s just say some things were said last night, which I know you know about by the way, that have lead me to believe that everything will work out,” the smile on her face was growing and Steve pondered her comment for a moment. Bucky hadn’t told him anything about confessing his feelings to her, but he’d left a lot of details out. Slowly Steve started to nod his head.

“Alright,” he stuck his hand out, “you’ve got a deal.” 

That’s a hook line and sinker folks. 

Part Two - Redemption 

Bucky knocked twice on the door before he opened it and stepped in, not bothering waiting for the okay. It had been two and half hours since Y/N completed part one, it was his turn now. It was mid-afternoon at this point, everyone had settled after lunch into their own activities, Steve was sat in his room drawing the view from his desk when he heard Bucky walk in. The two offered each other small hello’s before Bucky took a seat next to him. 

“I’ve been thinking about this whole bet thing,” Bucky spoke after some time, Steve hummed in response, not bothering to look up. “I think I deserve some of your winnings since you bet on my love life.” His voice was nonchalant, like it wasn’t a big deal, but the words had been written down and practiced a half a dozen times earlier in the day.

“No winnings yet, Sam decided drunk sex doesn’t count,” Steve looked up from his notebook and watched Bucky lean back further into the chair, “I can call it off if you want,” he offered. Bucky shook his head slightly. 

“What if I got you the win, then you can share some with me?” again his tone was casual, a conversation between two friends, “anything to stop Sam from bragging,” he laughed.

“Do you have a plan or were you just going to wing it,” Steve laughed, “because up until this point you’ve been winging it and it hasn’t exactly worked.”

“Hey! I have my ways, my charm, good looks, it’ll win any girl over,” Bucky winked and flicked his hair over his shoulder dramatically getting a laugh from Steve. “I have a plan actually.”

“Oh? And what’s that? Get drunk and kiss her? Seems to be your only move at the moment.” Steve enjoyed this banter he had with Bucky, the mood was light and he was able to joke and poke fun without any worry of the consequences.

“Right mate do you want to win or not?” Bucky leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Sorry, continue.”

“I’m gonna go talk to her, ask her on a proper date,” the mood shifted slightly as Bucky bit his lip and watched for Steve’s reaction. 

“It’s about time,” he laughed, “bet or not I want you to be happy Buck.”

“But you’ll still give me a cut right?” Bucky smirked as Steve continued to laugh.

“Hows 50%?” The men shook hands and both leaned back in their chairs. ‘Done deal’ they’d agreed. Steve went back to drawing and Bucky sat quickly, relaxed and watching the trees sway in the small breeze outside. 

After a few minutes of peace Bucky spoke again.

“You know I was going to ask for 30 right?”

“You can have 30% if you want” 

“No it’s okay,” Bucky rushed out, waving his hand in front of him, “we shook on 50%.”

Part Three A - Testing the Waters

Now, the pair knew that Steve and Sam were in on this bet. But a bet that had been going on this long meant that surely the others must know right? So they thought, why not have some fun, see what reactions they can get, if any. 

In a compound where the team lived with each other and were constantly communicating it made this part of the plan possibly the easiest. Once again the two’s skills came in handy, they knew what to say yes but they also knew how to keep a close eye on their targets, how to get into the computer system and find out the information before anyone was the wiser. Tony doesn't get individual’s log activities until Monday morning. They had ample time. 

So when Bucky text Y/N to give her the all clear she set in motion part three; testing the waters. While Bucky stayed with Steve, as they often did and as to not raise suspicion, Y/N had already situated herself in the lounge where Vision, Wanda and Clint were lounging. She’d been there for almost an hour, the conversation between the group dropped at moments but it was calm, relaxing. Y/N was waiting, she was waiting for the perfect timing, an in and when Wanda spoke, she had it.

“Hey, do you want to watch that bird cartoon you were telling me about tonight?” Wanda turned to Y/N who was occupied by her phone. 

“Tuca and Bertie? I can’t I’m going out tonight” she replied looking up from her phone briefly but not long enough to hold eye contact. 

“Where are you heading?” Asked Clint, always one to support his team’s interests outside of missions. 

“Birthday celebration with a few friends from high school, nothing to exciting, just drinks” Y/N shrugged her shoulders and smiled at the group.

“Gonna bring home any one night stands?” Clint teased.

“Or should I keep my phone on loud just in case you need to be picked up from some guy’s apartment at some ungodly hour,” Wanda laughed out. 

You should know that Y/N’s sudden plans had sparked an interest in both Clint and Wanda. The two immediately began their own plan, let’s call it Bleed Them Dry, because they were trying to get all the information they could.

“It’s not like that,” Y/N laughed with them a small blush started rising on her cheeks, “if you must know, one of my friends is bringing some guy she wants me to meet.”

“Who is this mystery man?” Wanda leaned forward in her seat, she thought, before the news of last night, that Y/N had given up on Bucky. But with the information she had been given from Steve and Sam, she was confused as to why Y/N would be agreeing on a blind set up. 

“I have no idea, someone she works with,” Y/N sighed before turning to Wanda, “don’t worry I’ll sneak a photo and send you his name as soon as I meet him.” 

“I’d also like to know,” Clint raised his hand with a smile which was returned by Y/N.

“Of course arrow boy,” she stood from her seat and made a move to exit the room, “if you'll excuse me, I have a blind set up to get ready for.”

Part Three B - Testing the Waters...Still

It was Bucky’s turn now. Y/N had let him know her part had gone smoothly, the seed had been planted is what she’d told him. It was nearing 6pm now, dinner was being prepared in the kitchen by whoever’s turn it was to cook. But Bucky was walking in the opposite direction as he moved towards Tony’s lab casually.

“Hey Stark, Banner” Bucky greeted the men with a nod which was quickly returned. He walked over to Tony’s station and stood on the opposite side of the table as Bruce went back to his work, but kept a watchful eye on the interaction. 

“How can I help Tinman?” Tony sunk into the stool next to him and looked up at Bucky who shifted from foot to foot.

“I was wondering if I could borrow that camouflage bracelet thing you made?” He scratched the back of his neck as Tony raised his eyebrows to ask why, “got a date.”

Bruce and Tony shared a quick look as Tony turned to get the bracelet he had made for Bucky that would conceal his metal arm, making it appear to be flesh and handed it to Bucky. 

“Who’s the lucky lady? Finally asked Y/N out?” Tony smiled, he was hoping Steve would win. 

“No,” Bucky breathed out a laugh and shook his head, his eyes held down at the bracelet in his hands, “I wish but no, girl I met in a bar last week.” 

“How does Y/N feel about that?” Bruce spoke up from his bench, the two turned their attention towards him.

“I don’t think she knows,” Bucky pulled out his phone and opened it, “Sam text me saying she’s got some blind date set up thing tonight anyway,” he sighed again, putting his phone away and looking at Bruce, “doesn’t seem like she’s interested, suppose I should move on I guess.”

Bruce and Tony both nodded their heads, they wished him good luck on his date and watched him walk out. Bucky was thankful for the text from Sam, they’d made sure Clint was there when he found out about Y/N’s plans for the night, they knew Sam would be the first person he went to and Sam would eventually tell Bucky. 

The scientists turned to each other.

“They did sleep together didn’t they?” Tony asked.

“That’s what Steve said,” Bruce shrugged.

“Oh,” Tony let out, “so they’re both just dumbasses then.” He shook his head and pulled out his phone.

“Are you telling the others,” Bruce asked, Tony just answered with a look, of course I am, he answered.

Part Four - Answers

There’s a reason all of this happened at certain times. Not only did they need enough time for word to get around, but they needed Steve to be out of the compound and away from his phone. That’s why Bucky had insisted it had to be today, because with no training in the morning he knew that Steve would go for an hour’s run before dinner and Steve never took his phone, always leaving it on his nightstand, he ran around the compound, if something went wrong, he would hear it. That’s how Bucky and Y/N were able to sneak into Steve’s room after Bucky had come back from visiting Tony. 

Y/N was waiting at the door when he arrived, she asked how it went, he showed her the bracelet in response. She asked him if he was really going to wear it, he said only if there’s a crowd. She said they’ll have to make sure to stay away from crowds then with a smirk. This girl was driving Bucky insane. 

It was nearing 6:30pm now, they had about twenty minutes to get in and out before risking Steve finding them and so as soon as they got to work Bucky went straight to his computer and opened up his messages. It wasn’t hard to find what the were looking for, in capital letters the group chat was constantly being updated with new messages, it was called (you’ll never guess) PLACE YOUR BETS.

Bucky moved his hand so the mouse hovered over the chat, he wanted to know what they were talking about, he knew they were talking about him, about his love life, and he wanted the details. He wanted to know what they knew, if they knew something he didn’t. He needed to know.

“Wait,” Y/N placed her hand over Bucky’s wrist stopping him from clicking onto the chat, “you can’t click on it.”

“Why not?” He looked at her, eyes wide like a child being caught doing something he shouldn’t.

“If you click on it you’ll mark it as read, if they see that Steve has read it they’ll wonder why since he’s supposed to be running right now,” she spoke as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, to her it was, it hadn’t even crossed Bucky’s mind. 

“Okay well, now we know that everyone is in on it,” her hand was still on his wrist as he looked at it, she noticed him staring and quickly pulled it away and straightened up. 

“Ready for the final part?” Y/N asked with a smile as they walked out of Steve’s room, ready to go their separate ways until later that night.

“Ready as ever doll,” Bucky winked at her before turning on his heel and walking towards his room. He had a date to get ready for.

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I Missed You - Liam x Riley Part 2

Unexpected Surprise Part 2

Pairing: Liam x MC

Summary: …As much as you want to plan your life, it has a way of surprising you with unexpected things that will make you happier than you originally planned!

Word Count: 3,898

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“hello? Riley? Riley is that you?” Riley felt her heart swell when his voice met her ears.

“Hi, Liam” she whispered

“my god it’s so good to hear your voice, Riley”

“Liam…” she whispered with a sniffle

“-is everything okay?”

“i-im going to tell you something a-and you’re going to think I’m crazy…but…”

“Riley your scaring me, are you okay?”

“Liam…I’m in the Hospit-OH MY GOD!” she cut herself off with a groan when a contraction hit.

“THE HOSPITAL?! Why? What’s wrong?”

“I-I don’t know how to tell you this…”

“Riley you can tell me anything”

“Liam what I’m about to tell you, will turn your life upside down…”

“Riley…?”

“I was in a lot of excruciating pain, to the point where I could hardly move…I was brought to the hospital in an ambulance, they thought it was an appendicitis, so when I got to the hospital they done an ultrasound…Liam…they found a heartbeat”

“Riley, I don’t understand, what do you mean they found a heartbeat?”

“I’m having a baby” she whispered, the phone went silent as Liam took in what she had just said

“Riley that’s…wow…”

“It’s a cryptic pregnancy Liam…I didn’t know…the doctors didn’t know…no one knew…”

“what do you mean you didn’t know Riley…I don’t understand…”

“Liam...”

“…how far along are you?” he whispered

“…I’m in active lab-oh shi-” she groaned “in having this baby right now, Liam”

“RIGHT NOW? YOUR-WAIT THAT CAN’T BE RIGHT RILEY SURELY!”

“Liam…I assure you…this pain is not lying, they done the scans, they ran tests…everything confirmed it Liam. There is a baby coming out of me…”

“and the baby’s mine?”

“you’re the only person ive been with Liam, since I came to Cordonia to right in this very moment, you’re the only guy I’ve slept with. I’m sorry, Liam, I knew this would be crazy to hear, but I couldn’t not tell you, I had to…you have a right to know. But I want you to know, I don’t expect anything from you, I-I just thought you should know”

“Riley” Liam whispered sincerely

“yeah?”

“I’m already in the car on the way to the airport, are you in New York?”

“you’re coming?”

“of course! Riley you just told me you’re in the hospital about to give birth to my child!” Bastian looked wide eyed at Liam. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else” Liam sighed

“I’m at Lenox hill hospital, upper east side of Manhattan, Liam you don’t have t-”

“I want to Riley, I’m about three hours out from there.”

“I can’t believe this is happening Liam, I’m scared…I’m really scared”

“I know, I am too…Riley, you’re the strongest person I know, you can do this, I promise you!”

“I don’t have anything Liam…I done have anything prepared… I don’t have a crib…I don’t-I don’t have a pushchair, I don’t have a car seat…oh god, how am I supposed to get the baby home if I don’t even have a car seat…I don’t have clothes, baby grows, diapers…oh god!!”

“shh shh everything’s going to be alright, we’ll get everything the baby needs. who’s at the hospital with you Riley?”

“no one” she sniffled

“no one? is there anyone you can call, that can get to you before I can?”

“no, it’s just me”

Liam let out a sigh as he ran his free hand over his face. “alright, um…I’ll try and get to you as fast as I can, do you need me to bring you anything, anything you need straight away?”

“no, I need you to just get here…I just need you here, Liam. Once the baby is here, we can worry about everything else.”

“alright…” Liam paused listening to what Bastian was telling him before speaking again “okay, um, Bastian said the jet can be ready to leave in fifteen minutes…Riley, I know there’s a very slim chance I’m going to make it to you in time, but I’m going to be there as soon as I can, it’s going to be hard, it’s going to be painful, but you are strong Riley, you can do this.”

“Liam…” she sniffled “…I love you” she was unsure if she should have said the three words…but there were no other words she could use to describe how she felt in that moment.

“I Love you too” she could hear his smile in the way he spoke.

Just before Liam boarded the plane, he bid Riley good luck and goodbye. They spent the next two hours sending messages back and forth between them, riley keeping him updated on everything that was going on.

It was two hours after Liam boarded the plane that the nurses told Riley she was ready to push. Whilst the nurses ensured they had everything they needed; Riley sent a quick message to Liam. After turning her camera on her phone on, she asked the nurse closes to her to sit it somewhere appropriate so that she could send Liam the video once the baby was born. She knew it would be killing him not to be there.

“okay Riley, are you ready?”

“no” she laughed and cried at the same time.

“I know this is all just so overwhelming and scary, my dear, but you’re in safe hands, we’re going to do our darn best to keep you and your baby as safe as we can, alright?”

“okay” Riley nodded as the nurse helped her sit up in the right position. After explaining to her the best way to push, they were ready to go.

Riley was pushing for a solid fifty-two minutes when she came to her final push.

“alright Riley this is going to be a really big one okay, I know you’re tired, but once this is done, you can lie back and relax, are you ready?”

“mhmmmm” Riley groaned as the next contraction hit hard.

“god this hurts so damn much!” she groaned as she tucked her chin into her chest as she pushed.

Just a few seconds later she left the pressure on her lower region decrease. Her face was covered in tears as she watched the doctor, move from the bottom of the bed and place a beautiful baby girl on her chest.  “oh god, look at you” she cried as she looked over her daughter. “where did you come from” she laughed “let me tell you baby girl I’m never playing hide and seek with you” she cried. Just a few minutes later, one of the nurses approached the bed “I’m just going to take her to check her over alright, because you didn’t have any prenatal vitamins or medications we just need to make sure she’s fit and healthy” Riley nodded instantly being filled with worry, once the camera on Riley's phone had been turned off she quickly sent the video to Liam. Whilst the baby was being checked over, the doctors made sure Riley was okay after the delivery. About fifteen minutes later, the nurse returned with the baby girl wrapped in a blanket. She handed her to Riley with a smile.

“is she okay?” she panicked

“she’s perfectly healthy in everyway”

“thank god” Riley smiled tiredly as she cradled the baby in her arms. she cooed and awed at her new daughter. Her attention was taken when her phone pinged repeatedly with multiple messages coming through. Then her phone screen lit up with a video call from Liam.

She answered instantly, with a tired grin.

“Riley…I…I don’t even know what to say” his grin grew the longer he was on screen, Riley’s heart swelled as she watched the tears fall down Liam's face. “I can’t believe any of this right now” he chuckled

“where are you?” Riley asked

“I’ve not long left the airport, we’re only about fifteen minutes away, are you sure you don’t need anything? I can stop at a store or something”

“no, I’m okay, I’m just tire-” she was cut off with a loud cry from the little one in her arms. Liam's breathe caught in his throat as he heard his daughter for the first time.

“shh shh, it’s okay” Riley cooed with a smile as the baby started to calm. “would you like to see her Liam?”

“of course! Yes!”

As Riley held the phone over to the side so that the baby was in the cameras view, Liam gasped.

“Riley…Riley she’s perfect…she’s everything” he whispered as a stray tear fell down his cheek.

“Liam she’s the spitting image of you”

“you think so?” he smirked

“she’s a Rhys alright, just look at those blue eyes…those are Rhys eyes, Liam and you can’t deny it” she giggled

About ten minutes later, the car pulled up outside the hospital, Liam leaped out with Bastian on his tail, making their way to the front desk.

“can I help you sir?”

“I’m looking for room 314, Riley brooks, she just had a baby”

“ah yes, just up the corridor, take the elevator to the third floor, then take the left corridor”

“thank you so much!” Liam replied as he and Bastian took off running for the elevator.

Just a few minutes later, Liam found himself standing in front of the door to Riley's room.

“you know if you say the magic word it might just open itself” Bastian gave him a nudge. Liam smirked then placed his hand on the door handle, he let out a deep breath as he pushed the handle down then pushed the door open.

Riley looked up from the sleeping baby in her arms with a grin on her face as she looked at the one person she had longed to see.

“Riley…” he whispered

“Hey” she replied in the same tone.

Liam quickly made his way over, stopping at the end of the bed, scared to get any closer.

“Come here” Riley whispered from the bed.  

“I’m nervous” he admitted

“don’t be…she’s waiting to meet you” Riley grinned

“Riley…I-”

“I know Liam…I know” she smiled as she looked down at the little one in her arms

Liam slowly made his way to the side of the bed, as soon as he seen the little one in person he gasped “Riley she’s the most perfect little bundle of happiness” he chuckled as he wiped a stray tear that had fallen down his face. “would you like to hold her?” she asked

“I would love nothing more”. He carefully took the baby from Riley's arms with a grin.

“she’s so tiny”

“hah! Tell my hoo-ha that! There aint nothing’ small about that baby” she chuckled then hissed.

“How are you feeling?”

“in pain…uncomfortable, traumatized” she smirked

“Riley, I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you in time, I really tried” he sighed

“hey…it’s okay, you’re here now, that’s what matters”

Liam sat himself down in the armchair beside Riley's bed.

“Hi, sweetheart” he whispered as he cooed at the baby girl in his arms. “I’m Your Daddy…and I love you so, so much” he looked up as he heard light snoring, he smiled as he seen Riley conked out, fast asleep.

“your mother is so brave and so strong” he whispered as he gently ran his finger down the baby’s little button nose.

After an hour had passed Liam had placed the sleeping baby in the hospital cot. He watched Riley as she slept.

“thank you, Riley,” he whispered, standing beside the bed, he leaned over and placed a kiss against her head.

“mmm you’re very welcome” she mumbled in return, causing him to smirk. Her eyes slowly flickered open.

“hey” she whispered

“hey” Liam replied the same way “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you”

“it’s okay, is she alright?”

“she’s fine, she’s just sleeping”

“can I get you something to eat? You must be starving”

“I could eat a whole horse”

“what would you like? Anything at all, name it and I’ll go get it”

“Liam, its four o’clock in the morning, nowhere will be open”

“I’ll find somewhere”

“I want the best fried chicken you can find”

“fried chicken…alright I’ll see what I can do” he smirked

“can you do something for me?”

“of course, anything”

“this damn hospital gown is disgusting, if I give you the keys to my apartment, could you pick me up some clothes? Comfy clothes! Some joggers or leggings”

“of course, yes”

“also…poor bash, he must be going crazy in the house himself, could you just make sure he has some food in his bowl and some water?”

“bash? Your corgi?”

“yeah”

“of course, I’ll take him out for a few minutes in case he needs the bathroom”

“thank you so much, Liam”

Liam headed out promising Riley he would be back as soon as possible.

Once Liam climbed into the car, he and Bastian headed for the address Riley had given them. It only took around fifteen minutes to get to the apartment, it was a lot nicer than the one she was in when he first met her. He smiled as he shut the apartment door, taking a glance around the apartment, it was Riley all over, it wasn’t modern it was very rustic and cozy, very…Riley.

As soon as bash heard the he jumped down from the bed and hightailed it into the living room barking. As soon as he got to the door and seen it wasn’t Riley, he started growling. Liam smirked when he seen the little fluffball.

“hey bash!” he crouched down, putting his hand out for the dog to sniff. Bash slowly creeped forward, growling as he went, once he got just far enough where he could smell Liam's scent, he started sniffing his hand. As soon as he got a whiff of his scent bash’s eyes widened, he knew exactly who it was! he bounded forward jumping onto Liam's lap, licking at his face and nuzzling his hand!

“hey boy!! I’ve missed you! Yes, I have!” he chuckled as bash jumped all over him.

Once Liam found the dog leash, he took bash out for a short walk, then he made his way back so he could put together a bag for Riley. he was looking through the wardrobe for some comfy clothing for her, when he turned to get her some socks from the bedside drawer, he stopped as he seen the small photo frame, containing a picture, they had taken on one of their secrets meetings, they looked so happy.

Liam returned to the hospital about an hour later, bearing the gift of food in one arm and an overnight bag for Riley in the other.

“oh goodness, I can smell it from here!!” Riley grinned; Liam handed Riley the bag of food before pulling the tray up so she could put the food on it.

“thank you so much” she smirked as she started emptying the bag, then diving into the contents

“hey, wait a minute…no one ever taught you to share?” Liam smirked as he made his way to the side of the bed, “Come on, scootch up”

Riley grinned as she moved over carefully, making enough room for Liam to sit. He climbed onto the bed, pulling his legs up, wrapping his closest arm around Riley's shoulder as she leaned her head on his shoulder as she ate.

“was bash okay?”

“yeah, he was okay, I took him for a little walk, he didn’t recognise me at first, but when he realised it was me, he went crazy!”

“really?” she chuckled after that the room was silent for a few minutes

“thank you, Liam” she whispered

“for what?”

“for being here, for dropping everything to come here”

“Riley…I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, you and our daughter…I would do anything for you”

“I know” she whispered

“did you ever think the day would come, Liam…you and I sitting in the hospital after the birth of our daughter”

“only in my dreams” he sighed “but I am so happy that this is reality”

“me too” she smiled then a frown fell on her face. “you know…we should probably talk about the situation we are both now in…I mean…first of all, we live in two different countries literally over 10 hours away from each other…plus there’s the whole madeleine thing”

“Riley…”

“what?” she asked as she lifted a piece of chicken to her mouth.

“I filed for divorce”

“what!” she coughed as she swallowed the food in her mouth.

“a couple of weeks ago, I mean, it will take a few months to go through but…it’s done”

“you…you filed for divorce…why?”

“because I realised that for me to be the king I need and want to be, I can’t let people make decisions for me, I can’t live my life in a marriage I don’t want…and I realised I don’t have to…I took me a while to realise it but I did”

“so…what happens now? W-with madeleine?”

“well, she is still technically queen until the divorce goes through, so she will stay in the palace until we have made a formal statement, then she will move to Fidelia”

“so…you’ll be a free man to do what you want”

“yes, I will”

“good to know” she smirked

Just before Liam could respond they were interrupted by the fussing new-born. Liam was quickly at her side trying to sooth her, he lifted her to his chest gently rocking her.

“you’re a natural” Riley smiled

“really?” Liam smirked as he made his way over to her sitting himself down beside her on the bed.

“really” she smiled as she looked over her daughter in his arms. “you can already tell she loves you” she added

“how?”

“she’s so comfortable just lying against your chest, just look at how peaceful her face is” she smirked

“I remember a time when you looked that peaceful sleeping against my chest too” he smirked avoiding looking at her as she blushed

“who wouldn’t be comfortable laying against you” she muttered as she leaned her head on his shoulder

“I’ve missed you Riley” Liam whispered as he looked over at her. she shifted her gaze from the baby to Liam.

“I’ve missed you too” after a few minutes silence Riley spoke again “Liam?”

“yeah?” he smiled at the new-born in his arms as she lay peacefully

“why didn’t you call me? When you filed for divorce”

“I wanted to…I really did, but I hadn’t heard from you in eight a half months…I didn’t want to impose on your life, a lot can happen in eight months” he nodded towards the baby with a chuckle “exhibit A…in all seriousness though, it’s true, anything could have happened, you could have been in a serious relationship for all I knew…the second I decided I was going to do it, I wanted to call you”

“you’re not the kind of guy a girl can just move on from, Liam. A guy like you usually ends up being the one”

“Riley! Stop making me blush in front of my daughter” he joked

“awe did I make the big bold king blush?”

“only you could, Riley, only you could”

“so, what happens now?”

“well, I’ll always be honest with you Riley, you know that, I would like nothing more than for you to come to Cordonia, you and our daughter, for two main reasons”

“and what are those?”

“well, the first I hope is the obvious…I love you both very much, it would hurt me very much to have to leave you both”

“and number two?”

“she’s the crown princess” he smiled

“Liam…I will get slaughtered if I turn up after 8 months with a baby claiming she’s the crown princess…”

“everything will be fine, I’ll make sure of it, I will make a statement, I will claim her as my child, what are they gonna do then?”

“Liam, I have a job here, I have a life, if I come to Cordonia, will be giving up a peaceful life, to be scrutinized and shamed, it will look bad on the crown, people will know we slept together out of wedlock”

“what’s done is done, Riley, and they can’t change it so they can live with it, its twenty nineteen, they’ll get over it”

“would you at least think about it?” he asked

“oh I’ll definitely think about it, I’m not saying no, I’m just…I’m scared, last time I was there, I thought we were going to be together, spend our lives together, then it all went up in the air, I just… ”

Liam looked at her with so much sadness in his eyes.

“I’m sorry Riley, I know it was ALOT to deal with, but I promise you, it won’t be the same this time, no one will be making this decision for me, madeleine won’t be an issue, it’s just me and you…and our little one” he smiled “that’s all that matters this time, I promise”

“Liam I need more than promises…there is a baby involved now, I can’t just take her half way around the world to end up hurt and coming back again and having to restart all over again, if you can ensure that we would be with you, no matter what, if you could ensure that no matter what anyone says, you will stand by us, then I would go in a heartbeat!”

“Riley, I swear, on my own life, if you and the baby come to Cordonia, you will be under my protection, no matter what anyone says  Riley, no matter what anyone does, I want to be with you, you, I want us to be a family, I’ll have the apartment redone, a nursery put in, it will be ours”

Riley looked at Liam, without saying a word then she spoke “you swear, no one will come between us?”

“they may try, but I swear I won’t let them”

“okay…but I have things to sort before we go, I have to speak with work, I have to sort my apartment, so I can’t leave straight away”

“you’ll come?”

“yes, we’ll come to Cordonia” she grinned

“oh, Riley, you don’t know how happy that makes me! you know…she’s going to need a name” Liam smiled

“do you have anything in mind?” Riley asked him

“I like Emily, what about a middle name?”

“I like Jane” she whispered. “I know it’s not exotic, but I think it’s sweet, Emily Jane Rhys…”

“I like it, its sweet” Liam smiled

“may I?” Riley put her hands out to take the baby in her hold. She carefully cradled the little one in her arms, holding her out in front of her. The little one looked up at her with her big blue eyes.

“what do you think, sweetheart…is that your name? Emily...Emily Jane Rhys, I think it’s perfect”

“I do too” Liam smiled as he looked at the two most important women in his life.

It was a few hours later, Emily was sleeping, riley and Liam were lay on the bed, catching up on the past 8 months, it was a break in the conversation when Liam had stood up to stretch his legs a little. “I think I’m going to go get some tea from the cafeteria, would you like anything?”

“could you get me some fruit juice?”

“of course, I’ll be back in two seconds” just as Liam opened the door he was met with a face, he really didn’t want to see…

“Hello…Husband!”

#king liam #liam x riley #mc x liam #riley x liam #liam x mc #king liam of cordonia #king Liam x mc #king liam x riley #the royal romance #choices the stories you play #choices the royal romance #the royal romance fanfic #choices #choices fanfiction #choices app #playchoices #playchoices fanfic #playchoices fandom

[writing-realityawayfromreality]

More than a one night stand

*a/n: I am working on those requests. Tumblr didn’t notify me I had more so thank y’all for waiting for those to come out, until then hopefully y’all enjoy this little story. let me know what you think, as far as my other series, they will continue I just needed a little break from them in order to figure out where I want them to go next. all the love

-K. 

You were suddenly woken up by the sound of your screaming 2 year old. Walking into her room you saw Anika standing there in her crib crying and reaching towards you. Sighing you walked towards your child. “You wanna sleep with Mama?” you asked her picking her up and heading back towards your room. Laying her down on one side of the bed you tucked her in and walked to the other side. Laying down beside her you watched as she slowly closed her eyes. 

Her features were so similar to those of her fathers. All the features she contains were the features that made you fall for her father when you first met him. You were nervous as the date that you hoped would never come crept closer. After long talks with your parents you had come to the conclusion that it was time for Anika to meet her father. 

You felt movement in your bed, rubbing your eyes you were greeted by your child sitting on the bed staring at you. “Hi baby. Are you excited for today?” You asked Anika. “See daddy?” Your daughter asked with a smile on her face. “Yes Baby, we are going to see daddy today.” Getting out of bed you grabbed you daughter and headed towards the kitchen, you made Anika’s favorite food while you yourself hardly ate. You were so so nervous, thinking back to the last time you actually saw Anika’s father. You were young and dumb, you couldn’t believe that your fake I.d actually worked. 

You were running a little behind, grabbing Anika you went into the bathroom, giving her a quick bath you got her dressed and ready to go, hardly having time for yourself you sprayed some dry shampoo in your hair and doing some quick natural makeup. Grabbing Anika’s bag and the tickets you headed out the door. You reached the parking lot you turned your car off and just sat there. Debating on whether or not to actually go through with this. Clearly you wanted Anika to meet her dad in person, as hard as it is for you you put on every game the flyers played and made sure to point out her dad. 

To be honest it wasn’t like you and her father were dating but it did bother you not to tell him that he was a father. Pushing your thoughts away you opened your car door walking to the back to get Anika out. you headed towards the door, as you approach you took a big breath and headed in. You got you tickets scanned, knowing your way all to well around the Wells Fargo Center. Looking at your ticket you looked at the location of where Travis would be. It didn’t take long to get to where travis was set up however you happened to be the last in line to get a picture with him. The time ticked by ever so slowly as you got closer and closer to Travis. 

Finally it was your turn. Travis was all smiles until he spotted you. “alright Anika, you ready?” you asked looking even more nervous than ever. she just smiled and held your hand. Walking up to Travis you gave a weak smile. Travis looked at you and then at the little human. “would you like for me to take your picture?” the man working with Travis asked. “Yeah. just my daughter and him in a picture would be great. “And what is this little one’s name?” Travis asked. “Anika.” You said looking him straight in the eyes. Travis looked down at the little girl who was staring right back at him.

Travis looked closely at Anika, she had the same colored eyes as him, her hair was darker than Travis’s but she had facial features so similar to Travis that it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out they were related. Travis quickly looked at you with a confused looked. You could tell that he had figured it out but didn’t understand how you kept it from him. Pushing those thoughts aside he got down on one knee and pulled Anika in so the picture could be taken, as soon as it was you picked Anika up and started to walk down the stairs and to the concourse hoping that Travis didn’t follow. 

“I want daddy.” Anika cried. “i know baby, but we have a picture of you two together, we can see him another time honey.” you said trying to calm your child down without drawing attention. “I want daddy now!” she screamed. “He’s busy sweetie, why don’t we go and get some ice cream?” you asked trying to get Anika to stop. “okay mama.” she said. You had just paid for the ice cream when you felt a tap on your shoulder. dreading who it could be you turned around, coming face to face with a security personal, “Ms. please follow me.” he said before turning and walking. You grabbed Anika and followed the man. You ended up downstairs where the guys usually prepared for games. Looking confused the man told you to wait right where you were. a few moments later you saw a figure walking down the hall getting closer and closer. You were finally able to make out that it was Travis. 

You told Anika to go and sit in a chair while she and daddy talked, she didn’t argue considering she was too into her ice cream. Travis finally came face to face with you. “I think we need to talk.” Travis said. “Yeah...” was all you could muster. “When? how long? why didn’t you tell me?” Travis began. “She’s two now, I’m pretty sure it was the one night when we first met. I didn’t tell you because....” 

You were having a bad day at work and you wanted nothing more that to just have a drink. You clocked out and headed to your usual bar. You knew that you could get in despite being underage but you knew for a fact your fake i.d. worked. You sat in your usual seat ordering your usual drink. There was a good amount of people there considering it was a Thursday night. You had a feeling that someone was watching you, glancing up you saw a group of guys looking your way. 

You quickly looked away, watching the group of people on the dance floor. You felt a tap on your shoulder, turning in your seat you came face to face with the bar tender. “It’s from the guys at the end of the bar.” he said sliding the drink towards you. Typical you thought. You thanked the bar tender and then turned your attention back to the bar. a few hours must had passed because you felt another tap on your shoulder. Turning around expecting it to the be bar tender but instead you came face to face with this dark haired green eyed boy. “not your drink of choice?” He asked gesturing to the untouched drink sitting where the bar tender had left it. “Nah, I just don’t accept drinks from people I don’t know.” you replied not really giving him any of your attention. 

“Sassy, i like it.” He said taking a seat next to you. “There’s a bunch of other girls here to bother so why don’t you?” you asked. “Because they aren’t as pretty as you.” He responded. “Listen, I’m really not here looking to hook up with anyone, I came here to relax so like can you go back to your guys?” you asked getting a little annoyed. “Neither am I. Like you said there are plenty of girls here I could bother if I really wanted to hook up, they all know who we are  but I could tell that you needed a drink, if you wanna talk then here i am if not I will leave.” He said. You were honestly surprised. Turning around to face the guy you looked at him, studying his face you could tell that you’ve seen him but couldn’t put your finger on where.

“What’s going on?” he asked not moving. Not knowing why but you decided to engage in conversation with this stranger. “Just work, college, life. It’s all so hectic and feels like its never going to slow down.” you said taking a sip of the drink that was sitting in front of you. “ I feel that. It’s like its all going so fast that you probably feel like you can’t breath, right?” He asked. “Yeah, like I have a part time job but am literally always there when im not at class, they wanna promote me but I have to focus on my classes.” you said. “What are you majoring in?” he asked. “Nursing, I have theory for four hours and then lab the next for three then work the next day and then clinicals the next two days for about 8 hours each and then i work the weekends.” you said taking a huge sip of your drink. “Wow. All i do is play hockey for a living.” He laughed. 

You could feel your eyes grow huge, that’s where you knew him from. You were talking to Travis Konecny. “Oh my god.” was all you could muster. “Hi.” He laughed once again. “I am so sorry. I just.” you stuttered. “Its okay. tell me a little more about yourself.” He said ordering more drinks. You two must had sat there for hours just talking and drinking. It was about two by the time that you glanced at your watch. “Woah, i should get going...” you said stumbling as you stood up. “Where do you live? I don’t think that you should drive.” Travis said with concern. “I live about 15 minutes from here... by car.” you looked down. “Why don’t you just come to my place. you can sleep in my guest room. I live just a block away.” He said getting up. Going against your better judgment  you agreed. You were having a really good time with him would honestly didn’t want it to end. 

Walking down the street with Travis by your side he began to laugh. “You’re a real light weight aren’t you.” “Hey!!!! Rude.” You said back. You two finally made it to travis’s place. He showed you to the sofa before heading into another room, coming back he handed you a water bottle. “It’ll will help...” “Oh, right.” you said taking it. “So how old are you?” travis asked. debating on whether or not to tell him the truth you spoke before you could think about it. “19.” you said. “But you were in the bar...” Travis stated. “Fake I.d., aren’t you like 20?” you asked. “yeah but I’m a hockey player so like who isn’t gonna give me special treatment?” he laughed. The alcohol must had been hitting you because all of the sudden Travis’s lips were looking real good. Before you knew it you were kissing him. It was getting really heated in a matter of seconds. “You sure?” travis asked, you just nodded. You both were kinda drunk and probably wouldn’t remember it in the morning. 

“Because why y/n, don’t you think i should had had the right to know i was a father as soon as you found out?” Travis asked. “Because Travis! we were both drunk and it was a fling. A one night stand at most!” you yelled getting irritated. “I call y/n, I texted. I tried to keep in contact but you were the one to cut it off!” Travis yelled back. “Because I knew, I knew what had happened Travis. I didn’t want you to know because I didn’t want to ruin your career, it was your first year here in Philly...” you said. “I don’t care y/n, this is more important than a career.” He said gesturing towards Anika. “I didn’t want it to be a one night stand.” travis said. “You hardly knew me! This was a mistake, we are leaving.” you said walking over to Anika. “Please.... please, don’t keep her away from me.” Travis begged. “ready to go?” you asked Anika. “I want daddy to come with us.” Anika said. Looking between your daughter and Travis you made a decision. “Why doesn’t he come with us to dinner, that is if he isn’t busy.” you said looking at him. “Sure, just let me get my stuff, Anika, you wanna see daddy’s work place?” he asked. “Can I mama?” she asked. “Of course honey.” you said handing Anika off to Travis. 

“Mama, come with us?” She asked.  “Mama can come.”  Travis said smiling down at his child. “Okay.” you said walking beside Travis and into the locker room. Maybe this could work.... you thought. Travis brought you two into the locker room where all the other guys happened to be. “Guys, I want you all to meet my daughter.” travis told them, to be honest you were a little shocked. All the guys walked over to greet her. One of the guys asked to hold her, Travis glanced at me and I just nodded, of course I wasn’t going to make a scene but I wasn’t going to let Anika out of my sight. “Do you think we could talk about me seeing her more over dinner tonight?” Travis asked. You weren’t going to keep Anika away from him, you weren’t that type of person considering he has done nothing to prove that he would treat her poorly. “Of course travis.” You said. 

#travis konecny #travis konecny imagines #nhl imagines #Part two? #make this into a three or four part story #thoughts?

[deadpooly]

Iron Man Bingo 2019

Lmao im literally just only now posting these because im really bad at posting stuff.

Word count: 3250 words

During a mission debrief Tony finds out Peter was hit some truth serum and it comes to light in a rather embarrassing way. Then they find out that the only way they can get rid of the curse is to expose you deepest honest secret to someone out loud. Tony is there to support Peter, and Peter doesn't exactly know his deepest secret. When Peter finds it, it turns out it's not even true.

It started in a mission debrief. After they fought some green magical being and had him meet his fate a bit early, thanks to Thor. The team was fine, only minor injuries, a few bruises and cuts but nothing much. Tony sat beside Peter, or Spider-Man at the table and the kid had his legs resting on the top of the table. Everyone else sat around the table listening to whatever Fury had to say.

He was talking about anything that may have happened that can give S.H.I.E.L.D. more information on what exactly attacked and clean up precautions. The usual stuff these boring debriefs are filled with. Tony just kept glancing around the room every once and a while but he paid attention for the most part, only to set a good example for the kid. Peter looked relaxed and was nodding his head every few minutes and he looked like he was listening. His hands were behind his head and his feet on the table which put him in a comfortable position. They have been sitting around for a long time now and Tony has just been waiting for this to end.

“Stark,” Fury addressed him. “Did you come in contact with anything odd that can give us information on the situation?” he asked and his hands were on his hips and his one eye settled on Tony in a very unsettling way.

“Well I did talk to Clint over the comms a bit, he’s odd.” he replied and when Fury rolled his eyes and gave him an unimpressed look, he still heard laughs from a few of the team members. He sighed and answered again. “Nope nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe the kid saw something though.” then all eyes turned to Spider-Man who was motionless still in his laid back position. “Spidey? You alive there?” Tony waved his hand in front of Spider-Man’s eyes to see if he was awake. When there was no answer he could hear Clint and Sam snicker from the other end of the table and he poked Spidey’s leg and he jumped up onto the ceiling.

“What the f-” the kid yelled as he jumped up. Then his lenses squinted and he realised the situation and stood up from the ceiling. “Oh, haha meeting. Right. I was n-” Peter started to say until his throat started to close up on him and other words were forced out of his mouth. “I was totally sleeping.”

“Yep, just figured that out kid.” Tony laughed at Peter who must be blushing hard under the mask. “Now get off the ceiling you're gonna get footprints up there.”

“Wait, I didn't mean to say that.” Peter said as he jumped down.

“Then why did you say it. Better question, why are you sleeping during a very important debriefing?” Fury questioned the boy, he still looked annoyed as always and it made Peter uncomfortable.

“Because it was boring. I closed my eyes so I didn't have to look at you. Because whenever I look at you I start to think of pirates and when I think of pirates I start to think of Spongebob and Spongebob is funny so while my eyes were closed, I fell asleep.” Peter rambled out and Tony just damn near about burst out laughing but he didn't want the Fury glare on him. Clint, Sam, and Bucky though couldn't contain themselves and started laughing their asses off at the back of the room. “Oh shit, sorry Mr. Fury. I definitely did not mean to say that.” Tony could feel Peter’s blush from under the mask and it was hilarious. 

“Anything else you have to say to me before I close this meeting because we obviously can't keep focused?” Fury looked at Spider-Man and narrowed his eye.

“Do you do your eyebrows just for the satisfaction of doing your hair?” and at that comment the whole room started laughing, well except for Steve because he wants to stay on Fury’s good side.

Fury also decided he was just done and left the room saying something to Steve as he was leaving but Tony didn't care enough to eavesdrop. He did care however, as to why Peter would say such odd things to Fury in an Avengers meeting.

“Oh my god, Mr. Stark I did not mean to say any of that.” Spider-Man said with his hands covering his mouth.

“I was wondering, why would you say that to patchy?” Tony asked a grin still plastered on his face.

“I didn't mean to I swear! I tried to lie for every question but my throat would close and I would say something I didn't mean to.” Peter rushed out, he obviously sounded worried and this made Tony pay more attention to the situation.

“Why is it happening?” Tony asked concerned, and by now the laughter was gone and the other avengers seemed to be trying to listen on their quiet conversation.

“I don't know! It's a truth curse of some kind.” Peter whined. “I'm pretty sure im cursed.” everyone's eyes were on him now and he could hear Clints snickers from across the table. 

“Maybe it’s magic, did anything happen to you during the fight?” Steve spoke up even though he or the others weren't even apart of the conversation but the suggestion helped. “Could we get Doctor Strange to help?”

“No thanks, Mr. Stark doesn't like him.” Peter said, his head still on the desk. “Also, I was hit with a green translucent beam that was heading toward citizens and got a few cuts and bruises but that's it Mr America sir.”

“It must have been the beam, maybe we can get a hold of Dr. Strange for more information.” Steve said. “The creature we fought was using a type of magic according to Thor.”

“Well, sorry kid but I guess we gotta wait.” Tony said before everyone started filing out of the room.

“I guess I'll go home until he can come then.” Spider-Man said before he opened the window and jumped out to swing home.

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“Hey Pete, I thought you went home.” Tony told Peter as he saw the boy walk into his lab.

“Technically Spider-Man went home, so I can be here.” he replied and he pulled up a wheely chair and sat down across from Tony on the other side of his desk.

“We called the wizard while you were out. Unfortunately he will be making a stop here in about maybe an hour.” Tony said while messing around with holograms.

“As much as being cursed to tell the truth is really cool, I would like to be able to lie every once and awhile.” Peter had a bouncy ball and was throwing it against the wall and catching it when it bounced back.

“Oh really? And what is it you would like to lie about?” Tony questioned with a curious smirk on his face when he looked at Peter.

“The fact that I skip out on medical check ups and don't tell you my full injuries.” Peter’s mouth said without missing a beat. “Mother fudgsicles.” Peter’s ball bounced passed him when he didn't catch it.

“Maybe this truth curse is helpful hm?”

“Whatever, im going to make myself a sandwich.” Peter grumbled as he walked over to his lonely bouncy ball, picked it up and left the room while dribbling it on the floor.

“We are very much going to touch on this subject soon Pete.” Tony called out to him as the boy left the room swiftly.

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“Oh hey Pete!” Clint greeted Peter when he saw Stark’s intern enter the kitchen. “Didja see the fight on tv?”

“Yeah, looked pretty intense! Mr. Stark told me Spider-Man got an honesty curse on him.” was what Peter wanted to say but different words found their way out.

“I was there actually so I didn't need to watch it on tv.” shit.

“Huh, really? Well, I gotta go to the main room. Gandalf is paying a visit and the Avengers gotta be present.” the archer said as he walked out of the room while grabbing an apple from a fruit basket on the counter.

“Kay, bye Bird number one.” the boy answered while pulling out the bread, breathing a sigh of relief that there aren't any more questions.

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This time Peter was sitting on the couch in the main room. Clint wasn't here so he is obviously late. So Peter put on the tv and a few iCarly reruns were on so that’s the channel he chose. Currently everything seemed peaceful, he had his sandwich, nobody was there to ask him questions, and he is 96% sure he finished any school assignments that were due.

Tony was awesome as always and the avengers haven't connected the dots between him being and intern and Spider-Man yet, not that it really mattered. He was pretty sure he could trust the avengers with his secret identity since they all know each other well and hopefully won't be in any fights any time soon where they would out him. At this point it's just a fun game.

He also hope this truth serum thing won't have any negative effect on him or it wears off soon because this would be a pain in the ass to deal with at school. Also, according to the clock it has been close to an hour so he should be expecting the crowd to show soon, so Peter jumped off the couch and ran to his room to put on his Spider-Man suit. 

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It was a rather short hour wait until Dr. Strange ‘teleported’ into the middle of the avengers living space. Everyone was alerted and were sitting around on the couches in seconds waiting to see what the problem was. Peter though wasn't really impressed because now his reruns of iCarly were being interrupted. But Mr. Stark, the show isn't even on Netflix anymore. Tony remembered hearing the boy complain one day, but he still seemed happy to see the wizard though. So that’s good, kind of.

“What is the issue now, Stark.” Strange asked Tony. Strange was just standing there doing nothing waiting for Tony to answer.

“Well long story short the kid got stuck with a truth curse.” he explained as simply as he could.

“Is that it?” he asked and when all he got as an answer was Tony saying ‘yup.’ Stephen rolled his eyes and just raised his hands and moved them in a pattern that made it look like he was doing some kind of spell. “That doesn't seem like anything serious so I should be able to figure out the issue soon. Do you know what happened that may have caused this?” he asked Tony.

“Pfft, I don't know. I think it was the wizard monster we fought. Spidey got hit with some translucent beam thing. Is it permanent?” Tony asked. His arms were crossed over his chest and he was obviously trying to annoy Strange. “Because that would suck. This is why I hate magic.”

“Are you incapable of shutting your mouth for one second while I try to do a reverse spell?” he questioned, his tone was exasperated and tired.

“Alright then, just fix the kid.” Dr. Strange’s hands were being waved in circles and motions that Tony couldn't follow and there was a yellow glow to his hands but that didn't matter. The other avengers were surprisingly silent as they watched from the couch, but every once and a while Clint would whisper something to Nat and make her smile, Thor looked like he’d rather be elsewhere and Steve actually looked concerned for Peter. Then Stephen dropped his hands and sighed.

“Well, what's the verdict Doctor?” Steve asked from the couch.

“Its an enchanted serum, there was a type of liquid in the beam that obviously touched Spider-Man’s skin,” he then turned to Peter (who was in his spidey suit) to address the kid. “It could have been condensation but it still affected you. It compels you to speak the truth when faced with an honest question.” he explained.

“Yeah, tell us something we don't know.” Tony scoffed. “Does it wear off?”

“Yes.” there were sighs of relief coming from Tony, Steve and even Thor but Clint whined jokingly towards Spider-Man. “But, it only wears off when you confess your deepest secret that is true to the person or persons it regards. If they are dead, then you have to ride out the spell.”

“What?” Tony’s hands dropped to his sides and he started walking towards the sorcerer. “You mean he has to tell someone his deepest secret? What kind of pointless spell is this?” he threw his hands up waiting for a response. “This is an invasion of his privacy!” Tony complained on Peter’s behalf. Peter however seemed to be unbothered on the couch. 

“From what I can tell, its meant to tear loved ones apart, or destroy empires from something harmless, yet very dangerous at the same time. It’s a very easy trick that can work if you are not careful.” Stephen said before he backed away to an open space by the window. “I assume this is the end of our meeting, any concerns can go through to Wong.” then he raised his hands and used the sling ring to open a doorway to the Sanctum.

“Thank you Doctor, we appreciate the help.” Steve said earnestly from the couch, and Stephen gave him a nod before walking through and closing the portal behind him.

“Wow that was really quick, do you think he had a date he needed to get to?” Peter asked once he left.

“You seem really bothered that you have to confess your deepest secret to someone.” Sam said, he seemed amused. He was probably hoping to find something out about the boy he could use against him.

“Eh, I have a lot of secrets and some of them don't matter. Examples would be: My identity, the full fight with the vulture, dying etcetera.” Peter waved his hand around while he talked in a nonchalonce way as if it didn't really matter. “It all just depends on who im telling it to.”

“So we get to find out about your identity?” Clint asked with a lot of hope lacing his voice.

“I think I would rather leave that for you to find out.”

“What’s your real name?” Bucky asked he seemed bored because he was playing around on a phone and Steve elbowed his side and that made him let out an ‘oof’.

“Do not answer that!” Tony instantly yelled walking over to Spider-Man who was sitting on the couch still and he tapped him on the shoulder in the motion to follow him.

“Wait Mr. Stark, we should do a Q and A!” Spider-Man excitedly announced as he was walking out behind Tony.

“We are absolutely not doing that.”

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“Alright kid, this needs to come off or unfortunate things will happen, so who are you going to tell.” Tony asked Peter, who pulled his mask off once they got down to his lab.

“I actually don't know.”

“Do you even know your darkest secret?” Tony asked raising an eyebrow.

“I can guess?” Peter shrugged sheepishly. “I mean, the majority of them are kept from yo-” Peter was about to ramble before he cut himself off. “Frickin truth serum.” he mumbled under his breath with a wince.

“Wow, okay take a guess then.” Tony leaned back in his seat and placed his hands folded in his lap. “I will not interrupt no matter how stupid or insane they are.”

“Okay. Oof I guess.” Peter started. “I broke one of your Iron Man suits and fixed it before you got back, I think it was the Mark 13, the silver one? I also spilled coffee on some of your paperwork before but I got help from Friday to replace it.”

“Wow okay, then tell me exactly what happened that gives you nightmares after the vulture incident.” Tony said waiting for a reply on whether it would be honest or not.

“First of all, how do you even know that? Second he dropped a building on me before we crashed the plane.” Peter winced. “Well I guess I didn't find my deepest secret yet.”

Tony stared at Peter with his eyebrows raised to his hairline and he was honestly surprised and kind of mad at how he only now found out.

“As much as I very much want to talk about maybe a few thousand things that you have done we need to get this done so continue.” Tony said after a while of just processing what Peter said. “Is there anything that you would not ever tell anyone else?” and after he said that Peter’s face fell and his eyes narrowed down to the floor.

“I- um.” Peter started and he coughed a bit from feeling his throat close up.

“Is this about superhero-ing? School? Maybe you could narrow it down for me.” Tony asked and he leaned forward and his voice was soft because he could tell that Peter was going to have a hard time about this. Peter shook his head at Tony’s suggestions and opened his mouth to try again.

“It’s um, about Uncle Ben actually.” his voice started to shake.

“Oh.” was all Tony said. He knew exactly who Ben was and his significance in Peter’s life. He also knew that this was definitely going to be really hard for Peter to say so he got out of his chair and made his way over to Peter and he bend down on his knees so he could be eye level with the boy. “Hey, you can tell me right? The rules say that right?” and Peter nodded and it looked like he was going to choke and his eyes were definitely watering.

“I- it was my fault.” and oh, Tony wasn't expecting that. “He died because of me Mr. Stark.”

“Peter, it wasn't your fault. I can tell you that right now.”

“But he was there and I led him out, I didn't do anything and he did but I couldt stop him and-” Peter’s voice broke and a tear streamed down his face. He could feel his throat clear up and he could breathe but this topic always made him feel like he was suffocating.

“Hey, Parker it wasn't you, I can't tell you that right now. Did you want him to die?” Tony asked and Peter shook his head. “Well then I can damn well assure you that you never would have killed him, and it wasn't your fault. He made that choice to do the right thing, and doing the right thing always comes with consequences.” Tony brought Peter into a hug and ran his fingers through his curls and he felt a single tear soak into his thin shirt. When he pulled back Peter seemed better than before, well as better as he could be after talking about a heavy topic.

“Hey.” he started softly. “Do you wanna go get some coffee flavored ice cream?” he asked. And Peter just nodded his head with a smile on his face and a small ‘yeah’.

Tony laughed and stood up.

“That’s a lie Peter. You hate coffee flavored ice cream.” Tony smiled down at the boy who gave a small smile.

“Well thank you for the offer I guess.” Peter told Tony as he stood up out of his chair and walked up to the billionaire to give him another shorter hug. “And for helping me too.”

“Hey Pete, it turns out that the truth serum made you confess a secret that wasn't even true.” Tony smiled and he ruffled Peter’s hair.

“Ironic isn't it?” the boy replied. “But can we actually go and get ice cream? Without Clint though?”

“Of course kiddo.”

#tony stark #peter parker #irondad #spiderson #really slight angst #mostly funny fluff #ironmanbingo3000 #ironmanbingo2019

[uci-fanfic-requests]

Human AU where Tanizaki and Matsumoto are dating. Theyre spending the weekend together with a date. Recently Tani's anger issues has been worrying Matsu, and one of the most effective ways to calm Tani down is by hugging/kissing the guy :^) As embarrassing as it is, Matsu does it because well,, kissing Tani's cheek is nice plus it calms him down quicker hahah. Tani always ends up red like a tomato and speechless whenever he gets Matsu's calming treatments,,, god its so fluffy im deceased :')

Admin Notes: EXCUSE MEthis is really adorable?! I love it when I can picture the scenes! -Admin Hirahara

It was Saturday once again, and Matsumoto was pretty excited to be out of his pharmacy lab for once. The reason? Saturday was date day with his wonderful boyfriend. And while Matsumoto, the workaholic, absolutely loved spending time holed up in his lab, working on experiments for the latest drugs, he equally loved spending time with the nicest person he knew. Sure, Tanizaki could be a little rough around the edges, and sure, he was quick to anger over small things, but Matsumoto always knew that at the end of the day, there wasn’t anyone who’s heart was as great.

They had planned the date throughout the week, discussing places they could eat at, movies that would interest both of them, and little events that might be happening that day. “There’s going to be a new bug exhibit at the science museum, I want to see that!”  Matsumoto remembered saying. Tanizaki was always nice enough to cater to his unusual interests.

Matsumoto arrived at the meeting spot, in front of the movie theatre, early, but as expected, Tanizaki was already there. He had a pretty good skill of always being somewhere before Matsumoto. They were going to see a war drama that Tanizaki had been very interested in. While they waited in line to get their tickets, someone bumped Matsumoto enough to tip him off balance, just a bit. Normally, this was pretty normal for the short man, but Tanizaki would have none of this.

“Hey, watch where you’re going,” the violet eyed man hissed. The stranger who bumped into Matsumoto didn’t seem to give the two any mind and just continued along. “Tsk.” Matsumoto was pretty sure Tanizaki was about to chase the man down for an apology.

“D-don’t worry,” Matsumoto hugged Tanizaki’s arm close, both to comfort him a bit and to keep him in line. “I’m not hurt or anything.” Tanizaki seemed to relax after the gesture. The movie ended up being very fascinating to Matsumoto, who couldn’t stop talking about the very intense scenes with Tanizaki as they relaxed at a restaurant (their next date spot).

“And the part where the man was running through the battlefield?” Matsumoto mused, “w-wow, it was just so captivating.” Tanizaki agreed and contributed his review of the movie as well. He very much enjoyed the climax of the movie, and the ending was very satisfying.

“Being able to feel relaxed with the protagonist is always important in a movie,” Tanizaki explained. They finished up rather quickly, since the science museum was next and Matsumoto just couldn’t wait. They took a train to their next destination - a crowded one at that. Matsumoto just got pushed around all over the place. He couldn’t help it, he was short and couldn’t reach the hanging rails all that well. Thank goodness Tanizaki let him hold onto his arm, though, so at least he wouldn’t fall on the ground. Matsumoto couldn’t help but notice as well, each time they were shoved, Tanizaki seemed to just get more and more irritated. Oh dear, Matsumoto quickly leaned up and gave Tanizaki a quick peck on the cheek.

“We’ll be off soon,” Matsumoto reassured. It worked, as Tanizaki’s shoulders slouched. Of course, both of them were pretty embarrassed after that, and the rest of the train ride was ridden in silence from both of them. Once off the suffocating transport, Matsumoto took the lead. He’d been to the science museum way more times than Tanizaki, so he knew exactly where the new exhibit was going to be.

The two paid for their entrance ticket, but Matsumoto wasted no time on the other attractions that he had all seen before. “Tanizaki, there it is,” he gestured to a newly constructed room with glass enclosures. “Oh, look at this one. It’s a kabuto beetle.” When Matsumoto got started talking about bugs, it was rather hard to get him to stop. In fact, he wasn’t even that sure Tanizaki was still listening to him, but his boyfriend never stopped him from going on and on. Next he described the metamorphosis of a caterpillar, and the durable nature of the roll that the dung beetles rolled around.  Matsumoto talked so much, he almost missed the announcement that the museum was closing if it wasn’t for Tanizaki repeatedly saying “Hey, we should go, hey, hey.”

As the couple was just leaving, Tanizaki found himself slipping on a big puddle left by the janitor who was mopping a few feet away. The janitor had headphones in and clearly couldn’t hear what was going on around him. “Are you alright?” Matsumoto asked, helping Tanizaki to standing. While uninjured, his clothes were soaked.

“Dammit,” Tanizaki grunted, and Matsumoto could already see the vein popping out. “Hey, you. You should put a sign up!” But of course, the janitor didn’t quite hear Tanizaki’s suggestion. Which, of course, only seemed to make the man more irritated. “HEY,” he yelled this time.

Oh, I d-don’t want him to start yelling! Matsumoto didn’t want that to be the end of their date. He had to think fast, again. Like in the movie theatre line, and on the train. Think, think… “T-Tanizaki!” he yelled, louder than he normally would. With a quick step, he planted a kiss right on his boyfriend’s mouth. How embarrassing…! But it was the best thing he could think of in the moment. Though flush himself, the red Tanizaki turned was pretty much indescribable. “H-hey, listen,” Matsumoto gave a small smile. “I had a very good time today.”

Tanizaki was, unfortunately, still stunned silent. But the small nod he gave as his whole body relaxed told Matsumoto that at the end of the day, Tanizaki had a good time too. Even if he was prone to getting upset, and even if Matsumoto had to help him calm down, Matsumoto still knew that deep down, his boyfriend was a very good person. I can’t wait to do this again next week.

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