#mc x parker

[rowniebow]

Fic where Peter and reader are already dating and Peter is distant because of his obvious job which leaves reader hurt and angry and starts becoming distant and detached with Peter which causes Peter to get mad and then they fight and peter blurts out “are you cheating on me?” Which causes reader to get furious and start yelling which catches peter off guard and reader leaves, can take the story where you want past this. sorry if this is long and confusing or doesn’t make sense (Tom or andrews pete but you can do Tom if it really matters) ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

it can be okay | tom!peter parker x gn!reader

pairings: tom!peter parker x gn!reader

cw: littol bit o angst but not much

word count: 3.4k+

an: went with tom's because i've yet to write abt his peter but i feel like he was left with so much turmoil after no way home, his peter fits well with this prompt...... ANYWAY thank you so much for requesting and i apologize for my absence, esp if u were waiting around for this ! i appreciate you, please stay safe! sry 4 long an

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you felt an arm wrap around your waist. warmth and pressure spread over your back. you flipped around to wrap your own arms around the man that had climbed into bed with you.

"sorry," his breath found its way to your ear and pulled the hair on your spine up. his quiet whisper held gravel in the smooth concrete of his voice. "did i wake you up?"

"yeah, i'm glad."

"oh, good. i'm glad i woke you, too. get more time to hear your voice."

you hummed, sleep fighting your coherent words.

"how was your day?"

"it was fine. i missed you for our movie night."

petter stuttered out several different sounds, none of them making any real words.

your eyebrows twitched at his struggle.

"i-i'm so sorry, sweetheart, i completely forgot. i-i-i-i got so caught up with homework i didn't even think... it's that stupid biology class! i always have so much reading to do for it.

"yeah, it's okay," you moved closer to him, desperate for as much of his warmth as possible. "school is more important than movies! let me know next time, though."

"of course," he kissed the top of your head. he lingered with an exaggerated 'mwah'. "i'm so sorry, sweetheart."

you hummed and slurred out a reassurance.

"go back to sleep now, sweets."

and it was okay.

⭒⭒

everything was so much louder when he wasn’t around.

the fridge’s song sung by instruments of kinetic energy hummed at the back of your head. the calm air against the glass window was practically visible with how loud it was. the dust that settled on the marble kitchen countertops and sunk it’s way into the fabric of your couch crunched and stretched the fibers of the masses. you couldn’t seem to turn the television up much higher than seven (you hoped the number might bring you luck to bring the man home).

sure, he’s missed nights that were supposed to be set aside for you two and his favorite star wars films. yes, you’ve noticed how he’s missed more than a few fairly important tests for his classes, causing him to fail (he was beginning to fall fairly far behind in his degree, but you weren’t going to comment on that. not yet, anyway).

but, he’d yet to miss out on a date.

he had yet to leave you waiting at your favorite shitty twenty-four hour diner in the middle of new york that was a forty minute walk from your apartment.

you wouldn’t deny to anyone other than peter that it bothered you a bit. your lip was raw and crumbs from a sad, newly empty plate of fries dusted your nicest clothes that you had put on just for him. your eyes wore heavy bags from how late you stayed up in hope that maybe he was just running a bit late.

however, when a bit late had become two in the morning, you gave up hope on that.

you looked outside at the nearly visible air and listened to the chill of the early morning crack at your window after you arrived back at your empty apartment at nearly three in the morning. you listened to the distant wind against the quickly moving vehicles. you listened to the retreating caw from a bird that didn’t sound like any you’d heard before. you listened to the dust float through the air and the television hum despite it being off. you listened to the deafening silence of the room and your mind.

cold three in the morning apartment air hit the back of your throat as you brought as much of the toxic oxygen into your lungs as you possibly could, and released it to be filtered and given to some other poor abandoned soul.

it was okay.

you understood his forgetful habits. you understood why he slept in and took so many naps. he has a lot on his plate. juggling school, and work, and the family issues that he’s mentioned from time to time.

it is okay.

maybe next time.

⭒⭒⭒

waking up alone after a warm night with peter seemed to hurt more than the missing arrangements.

the apartment's chill leaked under the blankets and burned your skin until you awoke. the emptiness of the space next to you in your bed was a sad physical representation of the emptiness in your gut.

the hole in your stomach that you awake with absorbs all the cereal you eat and leaves you feeling hungry for the rest of the day. it absorbs your joy and hope. it absorbs the warmth in your body (and especially in your smile).

your days are filled with sighs when you wake up with the hole of peter. with those deep exhales, you hope to breath out whatever haunts your stomach.

it sticks with you until the end of the day when you fall asleep alone. peter will climb in after you in the depths of the night and the ocean of your sheets. he'll whisper sweet nothings into your ear. he'll apologize if need be. he'll pepper you with kisses and hold you close.

and you'll be okay.

then he'll do it all over again.

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it just so happened to be next time.

he promised to make the last time up to you and promised to see you the next friday night for dinner.

so there you sat, leg bouncing under the table at a restaurant that was all too fancy for your taste but peter had insisted on.

you were on your third glass of an odd color wine (that really didn’t even taste good) and you were nearing the second hour of waiting.

“would you like to order yet, sir?” the waiter asked for the fifth time that night.

perhaps it was the alcohol that brought a sting to your eyes when you checked the time on your phone. but you smiled and shook your head and asked for the check instead.

looking at the number on the check, you nearly sobbed at how much three glasses of wine cost you. but you sighed and gave an eighty percent tip anyway as reparations for the waiter having to pity you all night. you almost sobbed, again, when you could hear a couple that had gotten there after you comment to one another about how long you’d been there.

cheeks warm with embarrassment, you made your way back to your apartment. the chill of the late night spring mildly helped cool you down.

the pity in the waiter's eyes and the couple's comments haunted you all the way home. only when you undressed into your sleep clothes and climbed under the covers could you manage to excuse peter's actions.

peter must have simply gotten caught up in homework. he must have just fallen asleep.

it's okay.

perhaps he got the days mixed up and forgot it was friday. or he got his hours for work wrong and he ended up having to work.

it is okay.

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you truly didn’t mean to lean away from his kiss when peter tried to wish you goodbye that evening.

but you did.

you leaned away as if it were a stranger that was trying to kiss you. you truly didn’t mean to. you also knew that you truly felt as though it was a stranger trying to kiss you, though.

you knew it hurt him. quite honestly it hurt you, too. whether it was the pain in his features that hurt you or the fact that you felt that way.

either way, your actions hurt the both of you, and you knew you should apologize. you nearly did right then and there.

"are you cheating on me?" the quiet whispers of words that he choked out hit you like lightning. the frown in his lips and the way he avoided your eyes made your heart crack before you could process the words he spoke. his broken voice distracted you from the content it delivered.

you felt your eyebrows pull together at first. you felt the apology creep in your throat and nearly spill out.

his hurt was a new language for you to learn. it forced you to think over each word and remember the meaning of it similar to how you did in spanish class in high school.

and as the syllables set in and your brain wrapped itself through the vowels and consonants, you scoffed. maybe even laughed.

did he really just say that? did he truly feel like he had the nerve to say that?

"am i cheating on you?" a glare made itself comfortable in your features.

it's not okay.

"...no?" peter’s stuttered, hesitant disagreement made his regret in his words clear. but how could you just brush over his accusation?

"peter parker, i should be asking you that question."

"wha-what do you mean?"

"you're the one who's hardly fucking here. you’re the one that’s left me waiting until the morning for you to come around. you’re the one who ‘forgets’ anytime we agree to hang out.”

it is not okay.

“i-i didn’t-,”

“‘you didn’t’ what? remember? show up?”

his silence was as loud as it is when he’s gone.

“where are you all day, peter?”

so

“where are you at night?”

fucking

“where are you right now. are you even here?”

loud.

“get out.”

“what? no - no, please, y/n, you gotta trust me on this.”

nothing is okay.

“i trusted you to be here!”

“i know, and i’m so sorry, but - ah - i can’t tell you. you just-just gotta trust me!”

“no, peter!”

“please, i’ll make it up to you, i swear!”

“you’ve had plenty of chances for that.”

“c’mon, y/n,”

“no! even if you’re not cheating on me, you obviously don’t have time for me!”

“i’ll make time for you,”

“you really should have already been doing that.”

“i’ll make more time for you!”

“you don’t get more time in a day, and you’re not getting anymore from me, parker. christ- are you going to leave?"

"no! y/n, please, let me make this right, i-i can't lose you, too."

"fuck. i will leave then, jesus!"

"what?"

you slipped your shoes on, ignoring his words.

peter called your name as you opened the door.

"goodnight, peter."

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you stayed at your parents house for a couple nights then came back to your empty apartment. the silence wasn't as loud as it normally was, but the intensity of the emptiness, both in the apartment and in the pit of your stomach, made up for the lack of overbearing volume.

you went about your life for two whole weeks with that emptiness haunting you. not a word from peter. about anything.

you went to your classes, studied in your room, went to work, came back and went to sleep: the college dream.

you hardly even noticed two weeks had passed with the way you had just been floating through the days.

with your mind blank without the joy and excitement of peter parker in your life, you filled it with the words from your humanities textbook to prepare for a final.

the jiggling of your apartment doorknob cut through the sound of the words in your head. your eyes immediately went wide. the air became thick as you heard the door squeak open slowly but surely.

your breath was stuck in your throat, but you found it in you to pick up your heavy textbook to toss if you needed.

you listened to the door creek shut and click closed.

perhaps someone just mistook your apartment for their own? maybe a new neighbor who's mixing it up? you're sure it's just a simple mistake and not some horrible, evil, scary, stronger-than-you criminal who wants to steal the little bits of items you have. certainly they won't murder you brutally, or kidnap you and sell you.

certainly not, right?

your mind ran wild with what-if's and dangers of the situation. what else was there to do in the face of danger, though? hide under your blankets and hope they don't come in?

no, you'd at least like to look death in the face before you go.

that didn't stop your racing heart and shaking hands, of course.

so you crept around your door frame and down the small hall that lead to your tiny living room. you could hear the person rattling through your pots and pans.

you stood behind the corner, telling yourself it'd be fine.

you can do it. just go and ask what's going on. you're sure this is probably just some huge mix up.

"hah!" you huffed as you turn the corner and toss the heavy book at the person.

they immediately turn around and catch the flying pages. your heart drops to your stomach. your only weapon failed.

"y/n? i didn't know you were home!"

your heart manages to repair itself in your chest as the voice and face process in your mind. "peter?" you practically shriek. "what are you doing here?" a breath (that you were fully aware you had been holding) left your lungs, your hands finding their way to cover your face from the stress.

"i-i-i didn't know you'd be home, i'm sorry,"

"so you sneak into my apartment when i'm not home?" the glare you sent him reminded him how snappy you get when you're upset.

"no, no, no, no, no-!"

your questioning glare had him pause his denial.

"well, yes,"

you groaned.

"but listen!"

"i don't want to listen to you when you just broke into my house, peter!"

"well, the door was open-,"

another groan.

"okay, yeah, i can...see...that..."

"leave, peter!"

"wait, wait, wait! okay, listen," he took a deep breath. "i can explain myself-,"

"which part: when you forgot about me constantly or when you broke into my house?"

"all of it! i can explain and i just want you to know that i haven't been telling you for your own safety."

"what the fuck are you talking about?"

"just-just come with me."

"where?"

"it's a surprise!" his apologetic smile willed you to trust him.

you stared at him. his waves framed his face - his hair seemed to grow a lot in the last two weeks. his eyes were a whirlpool that sucked you in.

"jesus, peter." you shook your head, but found some shoes and a jacket to slip on anyway. the bright smile on peter's face made you want to forget about everything.

you followed him down the stairs to the quiet, three in the morning college town streets on a tuesday.

"how far away is it?" you asked. your eyes followed a plane as it blinked through the sky.

"kind of far," he moved in front of you to block your path. "but," he sung his vowel. "i know a quicker way to get there!"

"do we need to take the subway-?" you looked around, only for peter to wrap an arm around your waist. "what-?"

"it's going to be a little scary but you gotta trust me."

"what are you doing, pete?"

"you gotta hold on okay?" he guided your arms around his neck. "trust me, okay?" his sweet enchanting smile encouraged you to trust him despite everything. that didn't stop the groove between your brows from forming, though.

"what-?"

and you were in the air. screaming, obviously. you could hear his reassurance and apologies, willing you to keep holding on.

after several minutes of being in the air and coming to the consensus that you wouldn't fall even if you tried with peter's death grip on you, you took a glance around at your setting.

the street was far below you. cars and lights from down below smiled up and laughed at your fear. apartments on the thirtieth floors were eye level but passed so fast that you couldn't see who resided in them.

"isn't it nice?" peter whispered. he was your only lifeline; the only thing keeping you from falling to your death. "it's so peaceful up here." his quiet words didn't calm your racing heart or sooth your stressed features, but it brought you to stay present until your feet hit the solid ground again.

your legs shook you until your knees met the surface you stood on.

"sorry-,"

"what was that, parker?" you sparse breath made your voice come out as merely a squeak but peter knew all too well that you would be screaming at the top of your lungs if you could.

"it- well- i- uhm," the wind helped you push yourself off of your knees and back to sitting like a normal person rather than someone who thought their feet wouldn't ever touch the ground again. "i'm not really sure how to say this i-i-,"

"peter, i swear to god-,"

"i'm spider-man!" you looked up at his avoiding eyes that were as wide as yours. as if he couldn't believe he actually said that.

"excuse me?" you said after several moments of silence passed.

"i-i'm spider-man," his quiet voice was nearly drowned out by the blowing wind.

you laughed.

his eye brows came together in frustration. "why are you laughing?"

"you're not spider-man."

"i just swung us to the top of central park tower and you're going to deny that i'm spider-man?"

your smile slowly faded as you noticed where you were. that he was right. you were among the stars, the moon within inches of your fingers. the street glowed up at you, laughing once more. the usual honking screams from the cars could not be heard from how high you were. all you could hear was the growl of the wind and peter's shy voice.

"oh my god,"

"no-no, don't freak out!"

"i'm not freaking out, i never freak out. you're just spider-man and that's a thing and we're on top of the central park tower and i could totally fall right now but i'm not freaking out."

you were freaking out.

"doesn't spider-man have webs or something?"

peter stuck out his hand, and a white web came tumbling out after your hand that rested on the ground you still sat on. he tugged at the string that stuck itself to your hand and pulled you up with it. you stumbled into him, his hands steadying your shaking.

"that's insane."

"i know, and i'm so sorry. between juggling school and work and this, it's really difficult to keep track of everything. this doesn't have a schedule and gets in the way of you a lot more than i'd like it to."

"i-i guess i get why you didn't tell me."

a breath left through peter's lips. "i-i put together this as an apology, though." he motioned behind you to yet another thing you didn't notice throughout the stress of it all.

a blanket laid out with food from your favorite take out place scattered all over it. small electric candles flickered around the setting providing as the only light that wasn't coming from the city down below along with his laptop that was glowing and set up to browse through netflix for something to watch.

"i'm really sorry. i'm sorry i'm never there. i'm sorry it's taken me so long to see you again. i'm most of all sorry that i can't change it."

your eyes met his once again.

"if how i am is too much for you, i completely understand. you deserve someone who will treat you as good as you deserve and who will show up. but i want you to know that i miss you, and love you, and i will keep trying so hard to show up."

"you love me?"

"i-i-," peter's sure eyes suddenly fell to the floor and his hands found the back of his neck. "i mean, yeah," he stuttered. "but like it's okay, like, i get it, you know? i don't-,"

all the fears of being at the top of the central park tower and dating spider-man and what it means to date spider-man left you mind. all you could think about was how much you really did love peter despite his absent habits. maybe even more so now that you knew this huge secret and what that secret told about him as a person.

so you kissed him.

the heavenly feeling of his lips was something you didn't know you missed as much as you did. as soon as your lips met, tears pricked themselves at your eyes but you refused to let them fall.

you were okay.

peter was okay.

you were both okay.

it was all okay.

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Mine to Take 12

Pairing: MC!Peter Parker-Stark x Barnes!Reader

Warnings: Violence. Language. Stalking. Strip Clubs. Death mentioned. Death threats. Sexual content/comments.

Returning home after bailing out without so much as a goodbye. Leaves a lot to deal with when I show up again. Only I’m not alone and this time I’ve got bigger issues than how I left.                   I left to find a normal life, but when you’re raised on chaos and crime, normal isn’t a fit. Now I need the club, and Peter. The two I ran out on without so much as a backwards glance.                 Facing Peter again isn’t something I’d ever be ready for, not after everything that went down the night I left. But I can’t outrun him and I, and without him I’m pretty sure I’m good as dead. Was coming home a good idea when it puts those I love at risk of someone killing them to get their hands on me?

The guys come sliding into the house, Nat and I standing in the kitchen, told to not leave. Peter the only one that doesn’t stop, looking surprised by the house.

“Y/N?” He doesn’t break stride heading right for me. “You okay, Darlin’?” His large hand cups my jaw on one side.

“Nothing new.” I admit, looking away from him.

“Jesus, did, how did, what happened?” Buck is staring at the hallway.

Glancing back at it, to Peter, I wave my hand.

“That was like that.”

TC moves closer to get a look.

“What happened?” Howie looks from Nat to me.

She hands over the card.

“It was waiting for us when we were leaving.” She explains.

The guys pass it around. “How long were you here?” Peter looks up from the card in his hand.

“Ten, fifteen minutes?” I shrug.

He nods slowly.

“He had to have followed from the club.” Steve looks around the crew.

“Just when I thought I was safe.” Muttering to myself I step away from Peter.

“You got a thing for possessive guys, hun?” Rand looks around.

“Hate to be the one to tell this dude, but pretty sure Parker has had claim on her since day one.” TC nods slowly, coming back towards them.

“She’s always been mine, since day one, even 12,000 miles away.” Turning in surprise he’s staring at me.

“How?” I blink at him. He moves towards me.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I’m a possessive bastard, Y/N. There’s not a fucking place in this world you could run off too, and I won’t find you. I will do everything, including hacking bank accounts, running your name through the DMV system, letting my dad do what he does best, to find you.” He shrugs.

“I want to say Awe.” Nat’s head tips.

“You knew where she was the whole time?” Buck stares at Peter.

“So did your wife.” Peter replies but doesn’t break eye contact from me.

Shaking my head, chewing my bottom lip. “You were there.” I turn leaning on the wall of the kitchen.

“Where?” Steve looks around.

“He found her.” TC whispers in surprise.

Peter shrugs. “A small, cramped, little apartment on the fourth floor.” He stares at me. “Didn’t your daddy teach you better about safety? No doorman, easy locks to pick, no security system.”

I gap at him. “You broke in!” I throw my hands up.

His head tips from side to side.

“I knew it. I fucking knew it. There was,” I pause thinking about this.

“A feeling?” He lifts a brow at me.

My tongue runs over my bottom lip, pulling it in for a moment. “The strangest feeling of complete comfort. I felt it a few times.” I nod.

“You know what that damn feeling is, Y/N?” He moves closer to me.

Shaking my head, looking away from him. He’s suddenly crowding me, trapped between him and the wall I’m leaning on. “You’re supposed to be here, right fucking here, with me. With us. You can say just when you thought you were safe, sorry Darlin’ you ain’t ever been safer than right here. Where you fucking belong.” He stares down at me.

“Why do you think I’m home?” I wonder up at him.

“If you say your stalker, I’m going to put another hole in this wall.” He warns me.

A small smirk forms, tipping my head to the side. “Sure, might be a push to come sooner, but I didn’t come for them. I didn’t return for them.” Licking my lips, I sigh. “I came home, for you, for us, cause no matter what I can’t outrun you, and us.” Nodding my head.

“Good, now get your shit, and let’s get you to the clubhouse.” He dips his head kissing me quickly.

My whole body lights up. Sucking in an excited breathe. My face flushes instantly.

“My stuffs at mom and dads.” I explain as he grabs my hand, pulling me after him.

“We’ll send someone.” He glances back at me.

“Peter,” I tug on his hand, waiting for him to look at me again.

“What?” His brow pulls in. My head tips, letting it click for him.

“Right, your stuff.” He sighs.

“She’s my sister, I’ll go.” Howie shakes his head.

“What’s more trauma going to hurt.” Luke snickers.

“Take Frankie with.” Buck nods.

Peter looks to me to see this is okay. I shrug.

“It’s Frankie. I feel like he’s another version of dad.” I admit. Frank chuckles, shrugging.

An OG member, like Joe, Steve’s dad, my own father, and Peter and Howie’s dad, Tony.

“Meet us back at the house, keep your eyes peeled.” Peter slaps hands with Howie, who nods. Leaving with Frankie.

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Curled up next to Peter, a strong drink in hand, sitting on the couch. His arm protectively wrapped around me.

“Peter,” tipping my head to look up at him. He sips his beer watching me “we need to talk.” Speaking softly between the two of us.

“In the morning.” He sighs.

“Peter,” I sigh.

His phone rings, cutting us off.

“Frankie?” His brow drops in, putting on speaker.

“She said her stalker sends things, like photos, right?” His gruff voice filling the line.

“Yeah, why?"

There’s a stretch of silence for a moment.

“He was here too.” Peter’s eyes snap over to me.

“How is that possible?” I sit up quickly. “Nobody knows that house belongs to us.” Shoving my fingers through my hair.

“Got a small stack of photos here. Her, at the clubhouse, the Alibi, Pete, he was watching while she was at your moms.”

“No, Pepper.” I swallow.

“I’m sending Howie back with her stuff, I’m going to swing by and check on your mom and dad. Give them a heads up.” Peter’s grip on me tightens.

“Alright.” Peter nods, hanging up.

Scrambling for my phone over Peter’s arm. I snatch it up, hitting contacts, I swipe till I find her name, hitting call.

“Sweetheart?” She answers softly.

“Ma!?”

“Is something wrong? Are you okay? The boys?” She’s alert now.

“Where’s dad?” I ask.

“We fell asleep on the couch.” We can hear her patting at Tony. “Tony wake up, somethings going on.”

There’s a startled “What?” from Tony as he wakes.

“Frank is on his way over, he’ll explain things. Just close all your damn windows and curtains. And make sure all the doors are locked.” I sigh, looking at Peter who nods, assuring me.

“Of course, of course.” She agrees. “Everything okay?”

“Not really, but it’s my fuck up, I’m so sorry.” I sigh.

“No it’s not, stop that.” Peter growls at me.

“He’s right sweetheart.” Pepper sighs.

Sighing, I shake my head. “I should go to bed. It’s been a very up and down day.” I admit.

“Tell that son of mine, to take care of you.”

Peter rolls his eyes. “When haven’t I?” He scoffs.

“Night ma.” I smile softly.

“Night sweetheart.”

Hanging my head, I rub my hands over my face, looking over at Peter.

“Can I just sleep in one of your shirts and we call it a night?” I ask.

“When have I ever told you no?” He smiles, grabbing my hand, he pulls me up with him.

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What I Have Been Working On This Week - WC: 11/11/23

Better: Bobby Goren x Reader - Your trapped in a car with a broken heater in the middle of a New York Winter. (Holiday Bingo: Sharing a Scarf)

End of the Line - Hank Loza x Reader - Companion piece to The Convention storyline. - You and Hank come to a realisation. (Holiday Bingo: Home For The Holidays)

BlackIce!Series - Part One: Black Ice - Frank Castle x Reader - Frank turns up at your place after he hears about your accident. (Holiday Bingo: Ice)

BlackIce!Series - Part Two: Ice Pack - Frank Castle x Reader - Frank takes you to bed. (NSFW)

BlackIce!Series - Part Three: Check In - Frank Castle x Reader - Frank checks in with you after two month's absence.

Black Satin - Bishop Losa x Reader - Bishop finds a special gift whilst searching the closet. (NSFW) (Holiday Bingo: Holiday shopping)

Look After You - Coco Cruz x Reader - Coco takes care of you when you get sick. (Holiday Bingo: Cold/Flu Season)

Hot Chocolate - Alden Parker x Reader - You and Alden discuss what happened a couple of nights ago. (Holiday Bingo: First Snow)

Lake Tahoe!Series Part One: Black Bear Lodge - Manny x Reader - Follows on from 'End of the Line' - You meet Manny in a snow lodge in Lake Tahoe. (Holiday Bingo: Sledding)

Lake Tahoe!Series Part Two: Something Special - Manny x Reader - Manny realises the two of you have something special after he takes you to bed. (NSFW)

Lake Tahoe!Series Part Three: Goodbye - Manny x Reader - You and Manny say goodbye after spending three days together.

Postcards - Manny x Reader - Manny receives a postcard in the mail.

LA! Series Part One: Relax - Manny x Reader - Manny rides out to LA to visit you.

LA! Series Part Two: Important - Manny x Reader - Manny makes a realisation about you. (NSFW)

LA! Series Part Three: Legacy - Manny x Reader - Manny learns your story.

LA! Series Part Four: Your Man (NSFW) - Manny x Reader - Things change between you and Manny.

#manny #manny montana #manny x reader #manny x you #manny mayans #manny mayans mc #bobby goren #hank loza #bishop losa #alden parker #coco cruz #johnny coco cruz #frank castle

[mysteriouslover1516]

Here's a fun game I've stumbled upon online, post 9 pictures of guys you are attracted to, and have your followers guess your type based on these profiles. Good luck everyone, and also please don't judge my tastes in guys....💙💙

Not sure if I should start a tag game, but I want to, so here we goooo: @mishanym @hacked-by-jake @angie-01040 @raemae17 @rafa-elle @duskwoodgirl4life (no pressure if not interested or don't want to)

Love you all and take care of yourselves! 💙

#mysteriouslover1615personal #tag game #duskwood #duskwood everbyte #everbyte duskwood #duskwood fandom #jake x mc #jake donfort #loki laufeyson #tom hiddleston #loki fandom #hunger games #gale hawthorne #peeta mellark #sherlock bbc #andrew garfield #peter parker #freddie highmore #damon salvatore #just for fun #join in if you want #grant gustin #barry allen #the flash

[itlivesproject]

Just read the ask about Harper/ILB s*x scenes and I prefer ILB over ILITW too! But listen, I started ILW late to the party, and as soon as I heard our ILB friends were getting a scene I started looking forward to that chapter 😁

Also you nailed the vibe between Harper x Parker. Harper shooting at monsters whilst he’s telling them to put their seatbelt on? 🤣🤣 I would love to be a fly on the wall in their house

Thinking about it now, do you think PB realised their names half-rhyme?

ILB fans unite!!! I know they weren't in the game as much as the ILITW characters but when ILB crew WAS there they were iconic. I love the car scene with parker too! i actually wrote that part and i have to admit "put your seatbelt on, it's a safety hazard!" after Harper was just leaning out of an open door shooting into a crowd of horrors is so funny 😂

and ngl i didn't realize that harper and parker sort of rhyme until you said it just now slkdfj

#ask #anon #mod win #ilb #parker x mc

[aces-and-angels]

Parker Shaw: Law Enforcement

#it lives within #ilw #parker shaw #parker x mc #ilw spoilers #it lives in the woods #playchoices #choices #it lives beneath #ilitw #it lives series #it lives project #ilb #it lives anthology #ever the eagle scout

[spookyjellyfishsposts]

Take a break!

Miguel O’Hara x reader

Fluff☁️✨🍒

Reader finally convinces Miguel to take a break

Pt 1

You saw how Miguel worked, day after day. Night After Night. It broke your heart. Especially seeing him blow up at people.

After hours of planning with Jessica and Gwen, you decided to take him to a beach. Of course the real challenge was getting him to do so.

He always said ‘the fate of the multiverse!!’ Or some crap like that. It didn’t impress you,

after hours of thinking with the spider team (gwen, hobie, miles, Pavitr, Peter ) they decided you would be the one to ask Miguel. Or more so to “trick” him.

“Not it!”

All of the new spider team yelled in unison, which leaves you. You sighed

“Come on guys, really?”

You said as you got up and tapped something on your watch. You looked at Miguel’s universe, you sighed.

“Here goes nothing.”

You flipped off the spider team and walked into Said portal.

You arrived and looked around, you went uptown and found Miguel’s apartment,

you recognized it by the picture of it on his desk. You sighed. Your turned on your web slinger and climbed up to his window.

“Migeul? Miguel! You Home?”

You said, banging onto his window. You could hear a groan and saw Miguel walking up to the window and opening it.

“What now?”

He said, a bit of anger in his voice, and you could see why. You knew he’d never go against this on normal terms.

“Sorry about his, captain.”

Miguel raises his eyebrow, before he could say anything you launched at him, having the upper hand you scratched him with your claws,

Your claws had a temporary effect in them where it would make them pass out for a period of time.

You know you had to act quick.

Miguel woke up in the passenger seat of a van. He looked utterly confused. He turned to hobie

“I thought you quit.”

“I don’t believe in consistency.”

Migeul sighed and slumped into his seat, he groaned as he looked at the group, not really liking who you chose to take with him.

“Come on Miguel! Lighten up!”

Peter Said while chuckling, Miguel chose not to comment on that.

You smiled and turned to Miguel

“You look nice when you smile.”

You really only said that to tease him, he blushed and made a mental note to smile more.

#atsv miguel #atvs #pavitr prabhakar #x reader #gender neutral mc #spider gwen #atsv miles #peter b parker

[constellation-crackships]

(( real family doesn’t come from your blood. it’s the people standing beside you when no one else is. )) » sometimes in life there really are bonds formed that can never be broken. sometimes you really can find that one person who will stand by you no matter what ; maybe you’ll find it in a spouse and celebrate thing, but there is also the chance that the one person you can count on for a lifetime, the one person who knows you, sometimes better than you know yourself, is the same person who’s been standing beside you all along.

#chris wood x danny pino #danny pino x chris wood #chris wood x danny pino crackship #danny pino x chris wood crackship #chris wood crackship #danny pino crackship #chris wood #danny pino #the vampire diaries #tvd #kai parker #supergirl #mon el #containment #jake riley #law & order: special victims unit #nick amaro #cold case #scotty valens #mayans mc #miguel galindo #crackship #crackships #originals aren't mine

[cassie-thorne]

🏳️‍🌈Happy Pride!!!🏳️‍🌈

Cas and Parker at the Autumn Festival <3

#playchoices #choices stories you play #immortal desires #cas harlow #cassie harlow #Parker Reese #Choices Id #Cas x Mc #Playchoices fanart #Fanart #Choices fanart #Choices stories you play fanart #immortal desires fanart #lgbtq #pride month #Lgbtq+ #Happy Pride Month 2022 #Lgbtq+ fanart #Pride fanart #Maxiedrawzz

[kamilah-is-queen]

Sub Kamilah

Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed x MC (Amy Parker)

Warnings: NSFW, g!p Kamilah, daddy kink, some descriptive language

Tagging: @ta-sayeed, @kamilahtopme, @nydeiri, @genietotherescue, @rhonda-sayeed, @helpconfusedpersonhere, @millasayeed, @vonda-be-real, @livvynka, @queenkamilah, @leenasayeed, @skylarkxxyy, @choicesgrp, @ilove-kamilah-sayeed, @justavampirefan, @iamsimpforpoppy, @friendlybuddy

@rhonda-sayeed’s request for sub Kamilah. I enjoyed playing around with this one.

Kamilah’s POV

“Who knew I, Kamilah Sayeed, known as the Ice Queen to some and a cold, ruthless, iron hearted bitch to others, would finally have the peace of mind to settle down and wed. Because I certainly didn’t. Not before I met Amy Parker, of course…” I thought to myself silently while relishing the cool, crisp waves that splashed at my ankles. But I was happy… happier and more content than I ever thought was possible. Everything in life seemed to fit in its place now. Life was… perfect. Yes, perfect.

Work was good. Busy, but that’s the corporate world for you. Our friends were safe and sound, enjoying their lives for the present. Lily moved to Los Angeles to pursue her dreams in film production, where she planned to make a movie series on us all. I wouldn’t expect anything less from the chaotic one herself. Jax had expanded his Shadow Den into a fully functioning charity, which vowed to help all supernatural creatures alike. Adrian had created a successful career in politics and was running for presidency. His scientific revolutions made the serum a tangible reality, a reality where vampires could again walk in the sun freely. God, how I missed it.

“Bambina, are you alright?” Amy’s warm arms embraced me closely from behind, her chin far from reaching my shoulder as she gave me a squeeze, pulling me out of my thoughts.

With a chuckle, I took her hand and kissed her knuckles delicately, “I am now, habibti.” My gaze fell upon the setting sun, the scenery of the white sandy beach and the crisp blue horizon like a portrait in my mind. “Isn’t it surreal.”

Amy took a while to respond. She reached upon her tiptoes and nuzzled her chin on my shoulder, smiling. “Everything is surreal. Especially us. Being together. And I’m ever so grateful for that.”

I turned in her arms to meet her gentle, loving gaze. “And so will I. For the time that we have now after everything we’ve endured, together.” My arms came to settle around her waist, leaning our foreheads together gently.

With a grin, she pulled away. “Come on you sap, let’s get back to the villa.” With a tug of my arm we were off, sprinting towards the wooden hut in the distance. I couldn’t help but break out in a wide grin as I chased her. Her soft yelps and giggles urged me on, a hearty laugh escaping my chest at the adorable moment.

I closed the large door behind me after a while, soft pants escaping my lungs. “Amy?” The words faded into thin air and nothing but silence.

I looked around the modern, yet rustic villa. “Amy, come on now. This isn’t funny.”

Again, silence.

Finding no success in the other rooms, I approached the master bedroom. Within a second of the door opening, Amy had me pinned down on the bed. “Well, well, well.” I smirked. “Look at you getting all bold now.”

She had changed into a seductive, wine red lingerie that had a neckline low enough to give a tasty view of her bulky chest and was tight enough to expose her curves and accentuate her ass.

“Oh, but don’t you like it sweetheart.” She dragged a sharp nail down my jaw, to my neck, down my throat and towards my shirt. “You secretly love it when I get bossy and sexy like this with you, hm?” Her voice was husky, and coated with lust as she straddled my lap.

My throat became parched. She got me. “How could I not love it, darling?” I replied with a grin as my heart rate started to quicken, and fast. I let her take control as she began to tie my wrists to the bedposts, with a soft silk material. It was easily breakable, but where’s the fun in that?

“Mm, well you’re in for a treat tonight my dearest.” She slashed her nail down my shirt, ripping it in half entirely, exposing the tan and muscled skin below.

I took her lips in mine with a searing, passionate kiss and leaned up on my elbows slightly to meet her halfway. Our tongues tangled in a fight for dominance as I gave in, her tongue quickly overpowering my own. “Well give it to me…”

She began rocking her hips against my hardening bulge, the wet fabric of her panties making the sensation even more heightened. “Fuck…” I watched as she sat up straight, her hands trailing down my muscled abdomen and resting there before she started undoing my belt.

“Look at you Kamilah, mm baby you’re so hard for me…” With a swift tug she tore my cream chinos to the floor, exposing my bulging cock within the black boxers. Amy’s eyes darkened visibly, a sly smirk spreading across her lips as she began to palm me through the boxers. “Isn’t that right Kamilah?”

“Yes…” My head fell back and a soft sigh escaped my lips, a pleasant shiver falling down my spine, “it’s all for you Amy…”

A snarky grin fell across her lips. “Oh, I know bambina. You’re all mine to play with tonight. And don’t you think for a second that I’ll let you off easy.” She kissed the head of my shaft before licking a trail up the underside, where I throbbed visibly with a lift of my hips. “I’ll make sure you impregnate me, Kamilah. I want to be swollen and pink and you’ll do whatever I say so I get what I want. Is that understood?”

I couldn’t help but nod rapidly in response. “Yes yes Amy, fuck… just take me in your mouth already.” Her gaze met mine, an equal mix of love and lust as she went down on my shaft.

I groaned in pleasure and laid my head back once more, “just like that Amy, fuck.” The sensation was just perfect. She pumped me with one hand vigorously as she sucked down harder, and deeper with her plump lips.

The restraints at my wrists tightened when she took me completely down her throat, a slight gag and choke coming from her mouth before she began bobbing her head again. Her groans echoed loudly with the slurping sounds, like music to my ears as I got closer to the edge.

“A-Amy, uhn… I’m so close, I’m so goddamn close. Don’t you dare stop.” My hips bucked up as I tried to meet her mouth better, desperate for more friction.

But she pulled away, the moment before release. “Nu uh, I'll tell you when to cum. Deal?” She grabbed my chin in her hand, gazing into my eyes while licking her lips seductively.

I throbbed at the sight, unable to control myself. With a slow nod, I agreed. “As you say.” She grinned and pulled off her red lingerie, “there’s a good girl.”

My eyes turned to a deep, dark red and my fangs grew from their sheathed spot as I watched her closely. I tugged at the restraints, “let me touch you Amy, I need to baby. Fuck, I’m desperate for you. Ever since we’ve wed I’ve been wanting you to myself like this, baby.”

She groaned at the sound of my husky voice and convincing words, also desperate for friction by the look of her arousal coating her thighs. “Mm, I don’t know… have you been a good enough girl for Mommy?” Her palms slid up my thighs to my breasts, gently squeezing before attacking my collarbone with kisses.

Her kisses traveled all the way to my neck, where they became rougher and more needy. “I don’t know, have I?” I said with a cheeky, knowing smirk that she couldn’t help but die for.

She lifted her head for a moment, her brown eyes catching my own as she pondered, quietly. She bit her lip and whispered huskily in my ear, “I’ll only let you fuck me if you take me from behind. And rough. Please Kamilah, I don’t want you to hold back.”

She slipped the restraints off as she took my earlobe in her mouth, slowly sucking as I shuddered once more.

“Yes, my Queen. Whatever you want is yours tonight, and every night after that.” I quickly flipped us over with a simple move of the arm, and slid a pillow under Amy’s stomach to support her. “Are you comfortable?”

She nodded rapidly, desperate for friction as she nestled in slowly. “Fuck me already!”

The needy tone of her voice flipped a switch inside of me. Suddenly, I couldn’t think about anything else other than Amy and how I was going to please her oh so well.

I grunted softly before wrapping my arm around her neck, mounting her from behind. Without warning I thrusted into her completely, relishing in the shocked whimper she let out at being completely filled.

I steadied my free hand near her head, while tightening my grasp around her neck as I nuzzled the back of her neck, pounding even faster. “You like that baby, don’t you? Isn’t this what you wanted Daddy to do?” I cooed in her ear softly while fastening the pace of my hips.

Hearing her struggle to formulate coherent sentences only urged me on. “Go on Amy. Tell Daddy!” I growled again, louder. My hips slapped against her rear, harder and harder and harder with each passing second.

“K-Kami, oh, I-“

I grew impatient, quickly. I drew dark purple hickies down her from her shoulder to her back, while gripping at the cheek of her ass. “I swear Amy, answer me or I’ll stop.”

I tugged at her tight ponytail and attacked her neck visciously with hard kisses, while slamming my hips even deeper. She let out a long string of strangled moans while gripping the sheets even tighter.

“Fuck, fuck yes Kamilah! This is exactly what I wanted, mmm yes yes yes!”

With a few thrusts more we both fell apart onto one another, exhausted and in awe at one another. Night one of the honeymoon, complete.

#ask #bloodbound #Kamilah sayeed #Kamilah x mc #kamilah x amy #Amy Parker

[missameliep]

Tonight I wanna hold you - Desire and Decorum AU! - Mr. Sinclaire x Hayley Parker (OC)

Book: Desire and Decorum (Modern Day AU)

Pairing: Mr. Sinclaire x Hayley Parker (OC)

Rating: G (no warnings, just general fluff and insomniac Sinclaire)

Word count: ~2.3k

Summary: Early on their relationship, Hayley Parker wants to understand why she keeps waking up to a cold spot beside her in the bed where Ernest Sinclaire should be...

Notes: 

* English is not my first language; * There was no beta and no editing/revising this time, because I was in a hurry to finish it on time... so excuse any typos and the pranks autocorrect likes to pull on me... * The lyrics in italics are from the song Stop runnin’ – Liz Lokre * Mr. Sinclaire belongs to PixelBerry; and I’m borrowing Hayley Parker (OC) from the very talented @noesapphic to wish her a happy birthday. Noe, my dear friend, I dedicate this fic to you and I hope you enjoy, it's not the one I wished to gift you but that was what my brain could come up with and time allowed me to bring to life. I hope you have a lovely day! 🥳🎁🎉

“Do I snore too loud?”

Hayey’s voice resounded inside Ernest Sinclaire’s study, louder than the Brahms’ Viola Sonata playing. The man’s gaze darted from the screen of the laptop he has been staring at with one of his frowns to the woman standing by the door, wearing nothing but the button up white shirt he had on earlier tonight until it joined the pile of scattered clothes in his bedroom floor after they came back from their date.

By the stunned look in his face, the mirth peppering her voice and the joke it carried were lost on him.

“Excuse me?” he asked quietly, his voice barely raising above the song.

Barefooted, she made her way to his desk, her gaze locked on his and a smirk curling the corner of her lips. Palms splayed over the mahogany, Hayley leaned forward. The loose shirt buttoned only halfway up gave away and his gaze traveled downwards, peeking inside and he drew in a sharp breath.

Amused, she leaned further in his direction and repeated the question in a conspiratorial tone, “So, do I snore?”

Ernest shook his head slowly, removed his glasses and put them down on the desk.

She didn’t wait for a response. “Or is it something else I do that is keeping you awake?”

His eyes softened when the earlier confusion faded.

“You did nothing wrong,” he said. “In fact, I find your snores delightful. Like a roaring vintage Bentley.”

She laughed at his teasing and slapped his arm.

“Jerk! This was your chance to say I’m just like a kitten... no snores, just adorable curled on your chest...”

“Noted. I won’t make the same mistake ever again.” The rush of affection tinged his cheeks pink and he looked away.

How could he be such a strong and confident man when it comes to business and life smarts and still look so much like the cute introvert teenager she grew up to love?

“You better not!” she retorted, poking a finger at his shoulder with a mocking glare that caused his lips to spread even further in amusement. Leaning back against the chair, his eyes remained on her.

Despite the cuteness and teasing, Hayley was not someone to dance around uncomfortable subjects, on the contrary, she was probably more straightforward than most people were used to.

Being in this sort of unlabelled intimate relationship with Ernest Sinclaire was nothing but wishful thinking only weeks ago, and if it depended on her, she would certainly not leave to chance solving the natural awkwardness prompted by the early stage of any developing relationship and risk miscommunication or discomfort to either of them. She would never call herself a romantic at heart, but Hayley has been in love with him for so long to be too casual like she would with anyone else. In fact, were it anyone else, she would not have agreed to stay over again after waking up alone twice in his bed after he insisted she should stay the night. But this was Ernest Sinclaire they were talking about! Her heart somersaulted at the mention of his name and tightened in her chest when she considered the option of not being this close to him again. She wished he wanted her as much as she wanted him, and it was overwhelming most of the time.

Therefore, not talking about this was just getting ridiculous, like ignoring an elephant inside a room it was not supposed to be into. The third time she woke up alone in his bed brought her to the edge. She’s not needy or pushy, but her abandonment issues just kicked in whenever she woke up to find the sheets cold beside her, signaling he must have left as soon as she fell asleep. People deal with intimacy differently and if life taught her anything was that Sinclaire’s strongest suits were not his social skills... so it was up to her to clear the air.

“You know... I have no problem leaving… you just have to say the word if you ever change your mind...”

“It pleases me having you here.”

“The empty space in that bed tells me otherwise…” She jerked her thumb back in the direction of the door.

“You know I have insomnia,” his voice was even quieter, a tinge of a blush blooming in his face. “I rarely sleep more than a few hours at night...”

“I… I didn't know that...”

“Oh.” He drew in a breath and frowned as if adjusting to unexpected news. There was a hint of confusion or disappointment when he spoke next. “I assumed you knew. Since… the late-night texts and all…”

Realization dawned on her. How could she not have figured it out earlier? Being perspicacious and reading people are her thing and one of the reasons she excels at her job, but back then she never gave it much thought anyway. When they were teenagers, Ernest being five years older than her, she simply assumed that he was staying up late. Isn’t that what teenagers usually do? Haven’t we all stayed up late at some point while chatting with our friends or playing games or whatever…? So, most of their best interactions, the ones she remembers fondly about, happened during those quiet and lonely nights, meaningful heart-to-heart conversations about the way she missed her mother prompted by some tentative stupid text sent at 1 am, hoping he would be sleeping, while longing at the same time he would text her back. And he usually did. Not once he complained about the time or pointed out how improper it was, simply texting back and forth for a while, sometimes letting her in into his own affairs, a slight complain about someone they knew or the way society worked, until she finally drifted off to sleep with a smile and her mobile clutched tight against her chest.

The texts sent in the middle of the night were apparently more meaningful to him than she ever gave it credit for.

“Shouldn’t you at least try to get some sleep?” Her eyes softened and her hand rested on his cheek, cradling it gently. “It’s past 3. If you don’t go to bed soon you won’t get any rest before your alarm rings… and you’ll have a headache later...”

His face tilted a bit to the side, leaning into her touch, while his eyes gazed with adoration. The way he looked at her made it too hard to hate the fact she knew so much about his routine already and about him in general. But how could she not know? Especially since he’s been around most of her life. Even after she left and all these years apart, there was this comfort in knowing him, knowing that he was still the same. This was the same comfortable feeling one has when returns home after a long absence. You know time has passed, the cactus you’ve forgotten might have withered, but the sun still glows and brightens the room just the same and you know that’s home, that’s where you’re supposed to be.

His eyes followed her attentively when her hand pulled back and she slowly made her way around the desk closing the remaining distance. For once, this felt right.  

He pushed his chair back a little and pulled her to his lap, encircling her waist with both of his strong arms.

“I really enjoy sleeping. I consider myself an expert at the subject.”

The corners of his lips curled up. “Is that so? I was not aware an expert was before me...”

Her palm rested on his chest, the accelerated rhythm the closeness elicited beneath it, while the other cupped his cheek.

“Trust me. I’m an expert in everything I do.” Her lips pressed softly against his, and she teased, “You should know that. And you should know I like sleeping with you.”

Next thing she knew, they were on their feet, his hand holding hers and guiding her back to the master suite.

Once there, he lied on his back and her head nestled on his shoulder, like she did before. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, and he peppered wishes of a goodnight in between kisses against her hair.

“Goodnight,” she whispered back to him, and his head leaned, allowing their lips to meet in a sweet and languid kiss. Hayley’s eyes closed, and she focused on his heartbeats lulling her to sleep, but not for long. He remained very still and very much not relaxed at all, if his breathing and stiffness of his muscles were any indication of that.

Her eyes snapped open, and she pulled back a little to look up at him.

Even in the dark, she could make his serious expression staring at the ceiling with eyes wide open. She could almost hear the thoughts racing in his mind. Unable to contain herself, she shooshed him.

“I haven’t said a word.”

“I can hear your thoughts racing in your head! They’re practically making your brain zoom like one of those annoying ancient computers at the station do!”

“They certainly do not!” his indignation had no heat to it, just a hint of amusement and she assumed it was due to these sort of strange things she’d tell him from time to time to make him laugh.

“Close your eyes and relax.”

“I’m trying,” he murmured. “But… it’s not easy. It never is.”

“Let me help you then. I’m very persuasive, I’m sure I can convince your brain to shut down.”

Her eyes met his and they crinkled with a smile.

“I do not doubt you can command my brain to do that.”

“Come here now.” She gestured with her hand and eased his head on her chest. His warm cheek nesting on the softness of her breast. Her chin came to rest on the soft curls of his hair, the herbal fragrance of his shampoo bringing a smile to her lips. One of her hands pulled at his waist drawing him closer to her side, and his arm came to rest over her stomach, and his thumb gently rubbed against her waist.

When she was satisfied with the position, she commanded.

“Close your eyes now. Focus on my breathing.”

Ernest let out a deep breath through his nose, and she hoped it was his commitment to relaxation and not annoyance.

Eager to help him, one hand of hers snaked its way to his arm, fingers trailing up and underneath the sleeve of his pyjamas, leaving all the hair standing on their ends on their wake. The other one found its way into his hair, her long fingers digging into his curls, idly moving to scratch lightly at his scalp from time to time.

Nuzzling her collarbone, she felt the muscles of his face being pulled by a smile and his warm breathing fanned the skin there, making her relax too. But she didn’t let this fool her. Ernest Sinclaire was very much not sleeping, and she was a woman on a mission.

Inspired by a distant memory that she kept inside a treasured box in her mind, she started humming the melody of a song. A contented sigh escaped his lips, and her mouth opened to let her melodic voice fill the air around them.

In a soothing tone like a lullaby one would sing to a baby, the song leaving her lips was played one afternoon while he was driving them back from the countryside. It got stuck in her head for some reason. Not some reason. There was one particular reason to it. The lyrics mirrored some of her own feelings. Ernest did not know that, but it has been played in an almost loop on her mobile whenever her mind insisted on drifting to him and this new territory they are walking together.

What did you say? To make all my dreams change To make me feel like coming home What did you say? To make me fall this way Your heart is the only place I wanna go

So maybe we could stop runnin' We could stop runnin' tonight So maybe we could stop runnin' We could stop runnin' tonight

Maybe in the morning, I'll be brokenhearted

“You won’t,” his hoarse voice interrupted her singing, making her heart skip a beat once she understood what he meant.

“Go. To. Sleep,” she hissed against the top of his head, too sleepy to even consider having such a conversation.

He chuckled, but then his back heaved with a deep breath. An encouraging one perhaps? His voice barely a whisper, assuming the tone she suspects enlaces all those kinds of confessions in the darkest of nights.

“I will never break your heart. I promise you that. You are too precious to me, Hayls. Always have been.”

An inconvenient laugh bubbled until escaping her lips and her words were more serious than the mirth in her tone could let on.

“Bold words from someone who knows how much life can be cruel...”

“I won’t leave you,” he whispered back to her.

She wanted to believe him; she really did.

Instead of answering with words, she blinked back the tears prickling her eyes and merely held his hand, intertwining their fingers. It seemed enough to please him at the moment.

“Sing to me,” he pleaded.

She started over the song in an even smoother tone.

Soon, the magic happened.

His fingers lost their grip, and his breathing slowed.

Ernest Sinclaire was sleeping.

But baby, tonight the wait is over Tonight I wanna hold you Back to where we started

These were the last verses that she managed to sing before following him.

The next morning, for the first time, she woke up to his body lying beside her. She chided him saying it was creepy to stare at her sleeping, but judging by the smiling eyes gazing back at her, he didn't believe any of her words. Neither did she.

#desire and decorum fanfic #desire and decorum #ernest sinclaire x mc #ernest sinclaire #ernest sinclaire x oc #ernest sinclaire x hayley parker #choices fanfic #desire and decorum au! #mr. sinclaire

[itsanerdlife]

Mine to Take 13

Pairing: MC!Peter Parker-Stark x Barnes!Reader

Warnings: Violence. Language. Stalking. Strip Clubs. Death mentioned. Death threats. Sexual content/comments.

Returning home after bailing out without so much as a goodbye. Leaves a lot to deal with when I show up again. Only I’m not alone and this time I’ve got bigger issues than how I left.                   I left to find a normal life, but when you’re raised on chaos and crime, normal isn’t a fit. Now I need the club, and Peter. The two I ran out on without so much as a backwards glance.                 Facing Peter again isn’t something I’d ever be ready for, not after everything that went down the night I left. But I can’t outrun him and I, and without him I’m pretty sure I’m good as dead. Was coming home a good idea when it puts those I love at risk of someone killing them to get their hands on me?

Peter sits on the edge of his bed, checking his phone. Naked, toned back to me. Rolling to my back, I let out a heavy sigh. He shifts on the bed to look at me.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, his phone forgotten.

Sucking in a slow breathe. “I really fucked up, Peter.”

He moves, scooting in closer to me.

“We’ll find out who is at this, I promise.” He reaches over, brushing away a curl from my face.

Closing my eyes, I drag my hands into my hair.

“I think I already know.”

It’s silent for a moment.

“Okay, who?” He waits.

Chewing my bottom lip, I drop my hands, sitting up suddenly. His sheets and blankets pooling around my waist.

“The club will disown me.” Shrugging a shoulder, looking away from him.

He curses under his breathe.

“What did you do, Darlin?”

When I look over, deep brown eyes are watching me intently.

“I’ll lose you too.” I admit softly.

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Standing in the chapel of the club, the guys sit around the table, they’re passing around the photos Frank found at the house while getting my things. Howie flicks one to the center of the table, the worse one of them all.

A photo of Peter kissing my cheek, at the bar, before the guys left. A pen carved ‘Mine’ into the photo, over and over. Peter’s face scribbled out.

“Darlin’,” Peter sighs, leaning back in his seat.

“I have something to admit.” I admit, leaning on the window frame, behind the head of the table. My brothers turn quickly in their chairs.

“What’s wrong?” Howie leans forward.

Sucking in a deep breathe. “Broad question, How.” I sigh, rubbing my hands over my face. “What I did, by MC laws you can, the club has the right to disown me.”

“Fuck.” Howie blinks at me.

Steve swallows hard.

“What did you do, Y/N?” Buck looks almost scared for the first time in my life.

Nodding slowly, I chew my bottom lip for a moment. “I mentioned when I showed up, about my almost one night stand.” Peter’s jaw set already. “There’s a reason it was almost.” Sighing.

“What made you run?” Howie asks, the only one brave enough.

Swallowing hard, I look him dead in the eye. “Do you remember when Karen and I were attacked?”

Each one turns pale white.

Rand, Quill, and Luke look confused.

“You were attacked?” Luke asks.

Tony’s hand slips over Peter’s shoulder, gripping.

“I’ll start from the beginning.” I nod.

Howie drags his hands down his face.

TC looks down at his coffee cup, like he wished it was something stronger.

Steve grips the arms on his chair.

Peter doesn’t drag his eyes away from me, once.

Buck tips his head back, staring up at the ceiling.

Tony is the only one to get up, pulling up a chair for me.

“No surprise, I was a wild child.” I start as I take the seat, Tony returns to his own. “A Barnes, born into the MC life, go figure I loved trouble from the go, hell I dated Peter Parker-Stark, trouble with all caps.” I smirk at him, he winks at me. The other guys chuckle.

“Steve and Buck taught me to fight by the time I was in middle school. Not that I needed it, Peter usually was the first to throw hands in my defense.” I shrug. “What’s a wild child without a wild best friend?” A sad smirk on my lips. “I started out with Nat, than she started banging my brother. Somehow, I ended up with Karen as my best friend, just as much of a wild child too.”

Peter looks to be holding his breathe, Howie looks boarder line sick to his stomach. “Karen liked to party and by party, I mean, party, party. I used to like to piss off Peter and Howie, tempt that temper and possessive side of Peter.” The guys laugh, Luke drops his head, laughing hard.

“Used too? Aren’t you still?” TC chuckles.

“Well I mean, some habits never really die.” I wink at him. “Karen had this dealer. Shady as they come, I mean I never gave him a second thought, I never really had anything to do with him. I was with her a few times for deals, to get a fix.”

Peter leans forward, pulling me from the chair, into his lap. I don’t fight it, just let him. He wraps his arms around my waist, forehead resting on my shoulder.

“Why would I worry about some dealer? Daughter of the MC prez, Notorious brawler Bucky Barnes, baby sister. Fuck I was dating Peter Parker-Stark, who hit the captain of the football team so hard he missed the first half of the season, for touching me.” I shrug my other shoulder.

“Karen got herself into trouble, some seriously bad trouble. She messed up big time, her dealer made her hold some junk, to appease her debt to him, but one night she got all messed up and lost it, all.” Sucking in a deep breathe.

“That’s not good.” Rand looks nervous.

“A few weeks later, we’re walking back from the lake, up the road. Heading here to beg Peter to bring us home.” I nod slowly. “They grabbed us, the dealer and some other guys. He had help I guess.” Swallowing hard. “He wanted payment, or to let us work it off.” Peter’s arms tighten around me slowly. “No wasn’t the answer he was looking for. I knew Karen was in deep, I knew they were going to come looking for her. I never said anything to anyone.” Blinking a few times, rapidly.

“When I say they wanted payment, I don’t mean, they wanted cash. Karen start fighting back, she started screaming, scratching, kicking, clawing.” I shake involuntary. Peter hugs me tighter. “It left the one, the, who grabbed me, distracted. I fought back, smashed my knee into his junk, when he folded, I rammed it into his jaw. When he hit the dirt, I bailed out, running. I,” stopping, swallowing thickly.

“She came out on the road, not far from here. She ran till she hit the doors, here. Collapsing in the main room.” Howie nods slowly, finishing for me. “We ordered retaliation instantly.”

“It’s the night Peter was to be VP.” My voice shakes.

“The night you left town.” Peter lifts his head.

Nodding slowly, I chew my bottom lip. Clearing my throat, I suck in a deep breathe.

“I met this guy, one night. He seemed nice, funny, I guess with a few drinks he wasn’t bad looking.” I shrug. Peter snorts softly. “Not everyone moves on sober.” I side glance at him.

His mouth opens to retort, but I cut him off.

“Anyways. I have about six too many after I was already drunk.” I shrug.

“Sounds right.” Howie nods. TC chuckles into his fist.

“Fuck off.” I roll my eyes. “I agreed to go back to his place, cause why not? I’m trying to move on, I’m trying so hard. Only, it doesn’t get to far.” I admit, with the tip of my head.

“How far?” Clint wonders.

“He pulled his hoodie off, the under shirt coming up with it. It was his tattoo, like being sucker punched, I was scrambling for my jacket and purse, I’m pretty sure I left a dent in his door, trying to run.” I sigh.

“Why stop there?” Barney wonders.

“Something about that tattoo. I can’t, I don’t know why, but I swear I’d seen it before. It gave me this gut throbbing bad feeling.”

“Where did you see it before?” Luke asks.

“A rival clubs tattoo.” I swallow.

Peter’s arms drop from me instantly in shock.

The whole table blurts out. “What?” at once.

“What club?” Steve stares at me.

“The Sinners.” I glance away.

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[noahmrshall]

POOKIESSS I MISSED U 

#parker shaw #parker x mc #it lives within

[koko-heads]

and then they kissed

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[farahhauville]

for the infamous ask game !! <3

bandname, favorites, persona, stage name, change, bandmates, tattoo, voice, and seven 🤩

firstly omg soooo sorry i took forever posting this i was on finals lockdown </3 and tysm tori for sending me thee ask!! love u sm .. also long post ahead + slight cw mention for drug use

Band name: How did they and the others come up with the band name? Has the name changed since it was founded? okay, so a huge oversight on MY part but when coming up with the name I kind of.. ignored the other band names.. and so my mc's (Parker's!!!) band name is.. soft overkill 😭 u cant make this shit up HDSJKFHSDKSFDHDSF.. i was thinking of changing it but i kind of like the irony and stupidity of it all (considering parker and seven r exes) so .. i think it will be staying! (so for shits n giggles, soft overkill was first and HAS NOT BEEN CHANGED ... FSDHFDSKJHFDSKDSFH they had a "That FROOT looks familiar" moment on twitter for SUREEEE) Favourites: Which song of the band’s is your MC’s favourite? Which is the fan-favourite?

because parker's all artsy-fartsy, I think he'd have a hard time choosing a favorite song -- probably not their earlier work, though, seeing as he's pretty embarrassed by most of it. he's gotten better at songwriting over the years, and some of their earlier work was all over the place (to put it simply FHDSKJFSDHSDFKHD) the fan-favorite would probably be "PUNCH!" (which is more of a love/breakup adjacent song.. man i wonder how this came to be.. idk im trying to think of how this happened. will get back to u shortly?) Persona: How does their day-to-day personality compare to their on-stage persona?

at first, i think parker (and his day-to-day personality) was COMPLETELY separate from his on-stage persona -- he was a lot "nicer" overall, probaaaably a little on the more shy side kinda thing, less short tempered HFDSKFDSHFDSK.. but after a Certain Breakup he kinda spirals (it was kind of already happening anyway .. looool) and his dazzling rockstar tm persona kinda bled together with the real parts of parker -- esp as he started using drugs more recreationally b4 shows and things of that sort, putting walls up n what not for certain things. it sounds cliche but performing, the breakup, and spiral (and .. continued drug use) resulted in a more confident, sarcastic, short-tempered parker.. also a lot more anxious when he comes off the high (of performing -- its also the drugs, though. (also .. hes short-tempered now for certain things, he's not a complete lost cause dfshfdjkhfdskdsfh) and overall def on the more Brooding Music Guy side. the one thing that remains the same is his love of music n the arts -- its why hes really in it, but the fame is also .. nice Stage name: Do they or have they ever had one? How did they choose it? 

his stage name is Crash! so on stage, and in the competition, he goes by Crash rather than Parker (but the band still calls him parker .. yk how it goes) fans also call him crash !! he chose it on a whim -- he thought it fit the whole "overkill" idea they have going on. plus, he was a teenager -- he just thought it sounded cool! Change: How has their personality changed since Seven left the band? Are those changes related to Seven leaving? kinda answered this in persona, but his personality changed pretty drastically -- maybe not for the best, but definitely not for the worst. those changes are related to seven leaving, especially bc they were dating -- but it was definitely exacerbated by the idea of his "one and only" (platonic n romantic soulmate.. haha pain) being upset w him (and having been voted off the band) (also parker did NOT vote for seven to leave . he liked singing w him . but what does it matter in the end HFDKSFHFDSKHFD) Bandmates: How do they feel about the members of the band? Would they still be interested in stardom if they weren’t with that group?

parker loves his friends/band members!!!!!! this is such a simple answer but like their dynamic is just the best . and no, i dont think theyd be as interested in stardom if it wasnt w their friends .. lots to think about Tattoo: Did they keep the tattoo with Seven’s initials? Why/why not? What was that decision/execution process like? (Bonus: What do they think of Seven keeping their tattoo?) yes, parker kept the tattoo w seven's initials .. (talk about not getting over your ex loool) it was his first tattoo and it was w a person he loved -- to him, it would've been more painful to remove it or cover it up than to just.. let it exist on his skin. he definitely had a hard time between choosing to keep it or covering it up -- lots of tattoo appointments that just turned into tattoos going elsewhere on his body looool . anyway . at the same time tho its a very painful reminder . it's kinda masochistic in a way -- like a punishment of sorts -- "you let THAT happen" kind of thing .. but it's not always painful .. he does cover it up usually tho, he wants to keep that part of their past as private as it possibly can (which is not much anyway) loooool using lots of looools to make this less sad and awkward. Voice: What does their singing voice sound like? Do you have voiceclaims(s) for them?

i havent really decided on a singing voice yet -- but id think parkers singing would prob be similar to thom yorke's heehehehdj Seven: Do you have headcanons about their friendship and/or romantic relationship (past or future)? What do you imagine some of their best memories are? What do you think some of Seven’s favourite things about your MC were/are? their friendship was definitely ride-or-die, they're all in, it's them against the world -- the same goes for their relationship. i think one of their best memories Then were getting those tattoos together -- but also probably their mutual confession n first kisses .. hehe . i think seven's fav thing about parker was how much he loves music (and anything artistic) -- its literally his lifeline !! i also think their relationship (and friendship b4 that) was very .. tender? like affection came to them v easy, thru small gestures, even if they were awkward abt it .. anyway thats definitely not the case anymore HA

#infamous if #infamous mc: parker rojas #seven lawless x mc #crash rojas <3 #hehehehe had to add that tag too #anyway tysm tori for letting me ramble #i love infamous im deep in tha brainrot.