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neoheros · 4 years

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how would haikyuu boys handle getting shipped with a friend on tiktok? feat. kuroo tetsuro

kuroo tetsuro has a crippling tiktok addiction and he’s in denial about it but everyone around him knows because all he does in his free time is get on that app

that’s canon i’m not arguing with anyone about this

he’s the kind of guy to fall asleep from scrolling through his fyp and the moment he wakes up he looks for his phone under his pillow to watch more lmaooo

so anyways

you share classes with him and he’s not really the kind of guy to have crushes especially on people he’s not close with

but then one day he’s on his fyp and he stumbles on one of your videos

and he’s just like ?? woah

he recognizes you obvi, he’s not one to talk to people out of his friend group but he’s not completely ignorant to everyone else

he immediately sees that you have indeed quite the following and have almost majority of your posts going viral

so yea you can say he’d notice you more in class now

at first it was subtle, looking at you more when he’s spacing out or paying close attention to you when you’re reciting

he doesn’t even notice how he includes you more in his thought process until the day kenma pointed it out to him how he’s been a bit more distracted lately

he brushed it off thinking it wasn’t really anything serious

but then boy Oh boy !!!

he started noticing the fact that you’ve got a really nice room in your vids and your fave led lights are the red ones since you almost always use them

he’s also really into the fact that you upload more on comedic videos than dancing ones

but HONEY when you posted your take on the dance trend of savage by megan thee stallion ,,, he was GONEEEE !!!

he sent that video to kenma like five times in a row with the caption “aha brb gonna LIVE for this woman 😗✌️”

kenma be like: simp city population - u

at this point he just accepts it, like flat out he took it within himself to UNDERSTAND how much he’s crushing on you and kenma asks him if he’s gonna do anything about it and he’s like ????

like he gets how awesome he is and stuff cause duh captain of the volleyball team and most probably the most beautiful man on campus but you’re also really good in class and very attractive

not to mention that you’ve never even looked his way before

he was hurt, man !!

only he could feel as rejected as someone who actually did get rejected

nevertheless, he got over that and just woke up one day telling himself that he was gonna shoot his shot anyway !!

so one day in class, right after the lunch bell rang, he took a deep breath and rummaged his insides for every drip of confidence he could muster

he walked to your seat and you were kinda surprised because this boy right here has never once talked to you before

his opening line was “can i sit here?”

you were still really confused but then he said something about wanting to be friends and your heart was just really warm cause !!!! that’s so NICE !!

and he mentioned how he knew you from tiktok since you practically lived on his fyp

you were really embarrassed and he got to see in action how your ears turn really red when you get shy

kuroo, internally: “that’s so FUCKEN CUTE !!!!!”

he had to reassure you that it was indeed really cool that you made bomb ass tiktoks

you were so grateful cause like one minute you were having a terrible day because of your stupid teacher then bam this 6’2 beauty of a man came swooping in telling you you were terrific

you two became friends after that and it made you really happy to have someone as cool as kuroo as your best friend

kuroo likes to sit with you at lunch except when you’re with other people then he gets a bit dejected so he’s just “well damn maybe tomorrow then”

it’s all good though cause he has invited you to numerous of his practices and that’s when you SEE how amazing this man is at volleyball

one day you’re like “hey wanna do a tiktok with me?”

and he’s like “the one where you kiss me?”

you, flushed: DIPSHIT WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT !!!!1!1!1!!

you guys do the one where you dance to supalonely by benee

it went OFF !!! 700k likes and a solid ass 2.7M views because apparently the viewers really like it when kuroo dances next to you in his varsity uniform and has sweat dripping on his forehead

your comments for the next two weeks are just like “bro post another one with kuroo please PLEASE”

kuroo: guess people just like me more :)

you: leave my mentions <3

sometimes you’d get people replying to your videos with “you and kuroo look really good together”

you see them but you most likely ignore it because even if you did know how much you liked kuroo, you didn’t wanna jeopardize the friendship, yk?

anyhow due to popular demand, you include him in your videos again and every time you do they always go viral !!!

it’s very cute especially when you do the ones where you snapchat him song lyrics and he answers even if he does know it’s a trend

“can they please just get together already, we all know they’re pining but they’re too coward to say it !!”

you: ok u know what user9728182829 since u’r so good at this why don’t u be the one to make tiktoks at a volleyball court and dodge all those stray balls 😤

you were so fed up with it that you actually tell kuroo about the entirety of tiktok shipping the two of you together

he was worried that you were upset because people liked you and him dating that he thought maybe you just weren’t into him

BUT THEN !!!

because of the corona virus all the schools shut down and people were forced to stay in their houses for quarantine

it was sad that everything got cancelled and you weren’t allowed to see your friends anymore

but that’s ok cause kuroo insisted to facetime everyday

you: why can’t we just text

kuroo: because what if you forget what i look like 🥺

you: hey i’m not that blessed ❤️

it was like the quarantine never happened since you still saw and talked to him everyday

sometimes he’d show up at your place but refuse to come inside cause social distancing

this mfer threw rocks on your glass window just to get your attention once

kuroo: i got you those edible cookie dough in pints !!

you: omfg 🥺👉👈

then he chucks it at you because he ain’t boutta break the law to get you food 😤

it’s ok though you have really good reflexes and it only hit your elbow the first 2 times !!

you got it all on camera and posted it on tiktok and everyone in the comments were LIVID at the fact that you captioned it with “best friends b like”

“i just know that kuroo is punching the air right now.”

“imagine risking the corona and still being friend zoned.”

“when you realize kuroo is actually the president of simp city.”

other times he’d snap you at 3 in the morning asking if you want anything from starbucks

no one:

your snapchat dms at 3:28 am: you really went to bed you SN A KE !!

and when you wake up the next morning you find out that this guy is still awake and that he’s been chilling in the starbucks parking lot all morning !!!

that’s ok though because other than the fact that his sleep schedule is completely wrecked he still got you your venti strawberry acai refresher

you: thank you sm 🥺 what do i owe you

kuroo: a kiss on the cheek

you: you can have the drink back ❤️

that’s when the new tiktok trend started and people were posting the hottest guys on campus or revealing their crushes since 1st grade

you, feeling brave because school is cancelled: aight bet 😎

you do a tiktok hopping on the trend and you captioned it with “now that we aren’t coming back to school here are the boys from campus that i’d date for real”

you stall for the first 30 second by vibing to the music and when the beat drop !!

you showed a picture of kuroo and you put in the text “kinda missing him too”

you were extremely regretting this but numerous people already saw it and the comments went on and on about how unsurprising this was

press f ma’am

so one afternoon while kuroo was scrolling through his tiktok, he was surprised by the amount of notifications he was getting

cause he doesn’t even post videos ??

he’s only there to watch funny stuff and leave insulting comments on your posts cause he’s a good friend

he checks and they’re all just tags of him in this one video and he was kinda worried cause what if it was a hate post ??

but then he saw that it was yours and he’s less nervous !!!

kuroo, texting you: if you diss me in this one i’m posting the screenshot of you falling asleep on facetime

so he watches it and ??????????????

bro he went 🥺

before he messages you he went straight for the comments and !!!!!

“who knew it was kuroo before watching the whole video?”

“don’t be shy put some more photos of him !!”

“if kuroo duets this i’m gonna make sure to never fall in love unless its like this.”

“y’all he did it boys!! he graduated from the best friend zone!!”

he’s still really surprised by this and he really hopes you’re not kidding cause bro you??? like him????

thanks to that comment he saw, he decides to duet your video by using the same sound and doing the same dance with the same caption “now that we aren’t coming back to school here are the ones from campus that i’d date for real”

and they’re all just pictures of you 🥺

it blows up but before you see it on your fyp he’s already asking to facetime and when you answer you swear he’s just got the biggest smile in the world i’m :(

kuroo: lol remember when you publicly told majority of the internet how much you liked me

you: lol remember when you weren’t talking ❤️

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sapnapsimparc · 3 years

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Theory vs. reality

relationships: Alexis | Quackity/Sapnap, slight implied Clay | Dream/Karl Jacobs

characters: Alexis | Quackity, Sapnap, GeorgeNotFound, Clay | Dream, Karl Jacobs, Sylvee

tags i would use if i had ao3: first meetings, college/university au, based on real life, real name used for quackity

tw/cw: somewhat graphic description of fainting

note: i fainted on campus today and this is what i wish had happened. instead they just asked if i was ok and then left me alone. i was, in fact, not okay, my head is still pounding, and i think i damaged my spine in the slightest bit.

enjoy!

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Alex was sitting criss-cross on a bench near the building Karl and George had class in, reading a book while waiting for them, occasionally scribbling notes on the margin. The sun was shining brighter than it should in late September, but Alex wasn't one to complain about some extra warmth. At least, not until the sun got so bright it was literally blinding him as it reflected back from the pages of his book. At that point, Alex decided to move to the shadows and sit in the grass just across from him.

In theory, that sounded smart. He put his phone and book in his bag, pulled it over his shoulder and stood. In theory, he would get to the shadows in four steps. In theory, he would get to sit down just after crossing the gravel path that separated the bench and the grass.

In reality though, after the first step, Alex felt his left leg wobble. After the second, he couldn't feel his right leg, even though he knew for sure he placed it down. And then, all he knew was that he was sitting on his bum, head fuzzy, back half in pain, a confused look on his face.

He took a second to collect himself, then looked around worried, hoping nobody saw him fall straight on his ass. A guy sat on the bench a bit away from his, not paying him any mind. Good. On the grassy patch he was going to sit, there sat two guys and a girl, all of them looking extremely concerned and ready to get help for him if needed.

''I'm okay, don't worry'' Alex told them as he tried to get up on shaky legs.

''Are you sure?'' the girl asked.

''Yeah, just got too warm. Was about to move to the shadow anyway. I'm gonna drink some water. Just overheated I think. I'm gonna go sit in the shadow'' he repeated, mostly to get the message through his own body, rather than to comfort the group.

''Yeah, you do that'' the blond haired guy said, ready to move on, but still keeping his eyes on Alex.

''Hey, how about you sit with us? Just so we can make sure you really are okay'' the other guy walked towards him, holding out his hand to help him up. Alex slowly turned his head upwards, only seeing the silhouette of the guy against the sun. ''Dude, you look really pale. Do you have any food with you?'' the guy asked, squatting down to be on eye level with him.

''Yeah, I... uh... I have a banana and some.... cookies, yeah, cookies in my bag'' Alex tried to think of what he packed in the morning. The guy seemed satisfied with his answer, so he stood, and held his hand out for Alex to take once again. The boy tried his best to get up, letting the guy steady him and grab his bag for him as he slowly made his way towards the group.

''You sure sure you're fine? Do you need water?'' the girl asked when Alex dropped down next to her, finally in the shadows.

''Yeah, I'm good, thank you. I have my bottle in my bag'' he pointed towards the other guy, who handed over the bag and sat down between Alex and the blond boy.

''I'm Sapnap, by the way'' the guy who helped him up said, watching as Alex digged his banana and water bottle out from his bag.

''Dream'' the blond one nodded at him while he took a small sip. ''This happen to you often?'' he asked, worry still in his voice, though his face was neutral.

''Once or twice a summer, nothing crazy. Though I usually feel dizzy first, this time my legs kinda just gave up under me'' Alex explained between sips of water and bites of banana.

''That doesn't sound normal'' the girl looked to him with an expression eerily similar to the one his mother used to give him when he fell with his bike, that kinda-worried-kinda-reprimanding one he hated so much. ''I'm Sylvee by the way. Nice to meet you!'' she smiled, and then all three looked at him expectantly.

''I'm Alex. Some call me Quackity sometimes'' he introduced himself when he finally understood what they were waiting for. ''Sorry for scaring you guys. I swear I'm okay now'' he said, finishing his banana and taking his book and phone out of his bag.

''Do you have someone to walk you home? Do you live in the dorms? You should go lie down for a bit'' Sapnap suggested, and Alex would've taken his advice if it wasn't for his phone ringing.

''Hey Q, we just got out, gotta weewee and we're coming! Are you bored of your textbook yet? Ready to have fun?'' Karl's cheery voice asked over his phone.

''I'm sitting in the grass behind building M, and I am just near ready to throw the book in the next trashcan I see'' he replied, smiling softly. ''See you soon'' he added, and not waiting for Karl's reply he hung up. ''I have a few friends who just finished class, they are going to hang with me for a bit. I still have a class later so I can't really go home just yet'' Alex explained to Sapnap, who was watching his phonecall with interest.

''Oh. What class do you have?'' he ended up asking, trying not to sound affected when Alex rested his pounding head on his shoulder.

''International law. It's a seminar, so I can't even skip it'' Alex sighed. ''That's what you get for having international studies as your minor for your law major, I guess'' he laughed with self pity.

''Why do you even have a minor with law? Isn't law big enough already?'' Dream butted in.

''Needed extra credits to stay in the scholarship'' he shrugged. They all shared their majors, discussed professors and other boring school stuff, chatting away and getting to know each other, nobody really paying any mind to Sapnap slowly starting to play with Alex' fingers.

''Quackityyyy'' a yell was suddenly heard, and with a turn of their heads, the group could see George running at them with full speed. Alex stood quickly, ready to accept the hug. ''Class was boring and people are stupid and I want to go home'' George complained as soon as the two boys collided.

''Let's go, let's get lunch somewhere before we starve'' Karl appeared behind Geogre, and the two started to walk towards the food shops.

''Hey, Sapnap?'' Alex crouched back down, packing his bag quickly. ''Could I have your number?'' he held his phone out. ''You know, just in case I faint again and need someone to walk me home.''

''I would love it more if you texted me without fainting, but do make sure to let me know if you ever need help'' Sapnap took the phone to type in his number, but made sure to look Alex in the eyes to make sure he got it.

''Your eyes are very pretty'' Alex said, causing Sapnap to flush and push him gently.

''I promise I will find you more attractive when I don't worry about you dropping on the floor any minute. If you're lucky, I'll even flirt back'' Sapnap promised as he stood. ''Now go, have fun and take care! Wouldn't want you falling on that juicy peach again'' he winked, the two sharing a laugh before Alex waved at the group and followed his friends who stopped a bit away to wait for him.

''Sooo, who was that?'' Karl linked his arm through Alex'.

''Actually, who was the blond one? I'm sure he would be a great match for Karl''

''Oh my god, George, do you ever shut up?'' Karl whined in embarrassment as they walked away, Alex glancing back toward the group he left behind, catching Sapnap's eyes and smiling.

''Do you guys know any places around here suited for first dates?'' he asked the bickering boys, completely ignoring whatever they were talking about.

#quacknap #annie do be writin again #idk what else to tag it #is it bad to maintag this?

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soradragon · 4 years

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Prank full of love

Dwalin here! Woooo!! changed my style a bit to fit with the type of genre this is, this is a comedy x reader fic. I’m very proud.

Also, thank you my sweet @deepestfirefun for helping me out! And Thank you my beta reader for helping me out! I love you!

Warnings: cursing, shirtless dwarf (wink wonk) and fluff with a sprinkle of angst

Dwalin x F! reader, mentions of bagginshield

Check out my main masterlist if you liked what you read and wanna read more!

If you want to be tagged in the upcoming fics don’t be afraid to ask me! ^^

Please, if you liked the story leave a little comment to let me know you liked it!

Anyway, enjoy^^

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"You..!"

A deep, threatening and rough voice bounced against the walls of the passages.

Not much further ahead was a woman, pushing a man of what looked like a high status to the side. She was running like a madwoman, fleeing from what people would think; the devil.

That woman is you. Yes you; surprising, isn't it?

What did you do to get yourself ending up in this peculiar predicament, you probably wonder?

Well then, no need to look further nor to scroll down to nitpick every sentence in this story to make even the slightest sense of what's going on in this world of chaos. It shall all be explained right here and now!

If you didn't care nor wonder what, how, and why this all happened, then too bad! You have no power over this story! Haha, take that!

Ahem, anyway...It all happened at a feast around midnight before all this chaos came to be.

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Fili and Kili dragged you with them. The blonde prince led the way as the younger brother pulled you with them.

They had been spouting stuff about "the greatest idea ever." and "going in the history books for being the legendary mischief-makers." Or something like that. You didn't really listen, like at all, only perking up and paying a biiit more attention when they mentioned 'you' and 'food.'

Were you getting an all-you-can-eat-buffet?

Aww, such sweethearts! They shouldn't have.

Weelll, you did deserve it, after all. Going along on this journey and defeating a dragon is not an easy feat. They should make you an entire statue while they're at it!

Yes, one right next to the entrance so all visitors and passers-by could see you and know of your magnificent and heroic deeds.

You mentally patted yourself on the back. The look on your face was a mix of smugness and pride.

But you were forgetting one small itty bitty detail (or two) in your only sliiightly intoxicated state:

You weren't the sole hero who slew the dragon. You already got your fair share of the reward: a high status in the kingdom - a place in the High Court of the company who went on that dragon-slaying quest - and a luxurious comfy home included. And not to forget the gold you were promised. Thorin also offered work in a high place in the kingdom like a royal scholar or something, but you gracefully declined. You liked working in the toy shop with Bofur and Bifur - so...no statue for you.

But you didn't remember that.

You snapped out of your daydreams when Fili softly helped you to sit down on your bed.

How did you get here in the first place?

"Are you alright Y/N?"

Fili or Kili, you don't know which one as they looked the same to you at the moment, wiggling in front of you with their two clones.

When did they become a quadruplet?

"Y/N?"

Oh yeah, you still needed to answer them.

"...'M fiiinee."

You managed to slur out with difficulty, sleepiness slowly taking over. The brain cells were already going to bed, leaving behind a heavily drunken brain to operate the whole system.

What could go wrong, am I right?

...A lot.

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"Ugh, stupid hangover..."

You moaned, resting your chin on the edge of the bucket pathetically.

You felt like you died and came back to life again, moaning over a bucket you desperately tried not to look into, for you knew the meal you had yesterday would not be a pretty sight.

At least you could tell what was up and down...yay for you...

You didn’t forget that you had somehow convinced Fili and Kili you were really fine and totally not wasted. How was beyond you, and you were not in the mood to figure it out.

Maybe they were also drunk or just took advantage of your pickled state. Yeah, they would do that to guilt-trip you into going along with their prank. They knew you never break a promise, even if you made it in your totally half-sober state. They were too cunning for their own and others’ - mostly others’ - good.

Anyway, somehow (not surprisingly) without knowing what you were getting into, you had nodded along with everything they had said.

You vaguely remember Kili or Fili tucking you in and saying goodnight.

Note to self: Never try to win against Bofur - or any dwarf for that matter - in a drinking match ever again.

You chastised yourself while staggering towards your wardrobe. How late would Fili or Kili pick you up to set his prank in motion? You didn’t even care which one it was - you hated them both at the moment...Okay, who are you kidding; you would do the same thing again in a heartbeat for either of them. And of course, they would give poor little you the hardest and most dangerous job to fulfil... Great. Just peachy.

Sigh.

Let's get this whole shenanigan over with, dammit. They’d better sing tales and praises about you once this is over.

Not long after you put some clothes on, The two brothers barged into your chamber, loud and boisterous as ever. How they both could be so lively in the morning (with probably a hangover too) was beyond you.

"...Stupid dwarf genes..."

You mumbled to yourself as you let the two princes drag you to the training hall with their arms hooked around yours on either side.

You felt dread pool inside your stomach as you got closer to the training hall.

Now, normally you loved the training hall. After all, it was the front row seat to a heavenly sight of young warriors and their amazing muscles being put to use in a workout. Not to forget there was one dwarf in particular who you just loved to watch while he flexed his muscles by throwing other dwarves around.

But right now, you feared it with a burning passion, for that place was undoubtedly the place where you would meet your inevitable doom.

"Don't worry dear Y/N, it's gonna be fun!"

Kili spoke up happily, seeming to notice your unease Oh, how you would love to give him the big finger. But knowing Kili, he would drop you for the fun of it and make a whole drama show out of it, gasping and acting like a stereotypical blonde rich girl, one who just overheard the most scandalous gossip about herself. You cursed yourself for showing Kili how to be a true drama queen. (Prince, in his case, but you get the point.) The traitor uses all those tricks against you every chance he gets. You could just kick yourself for being so stupid to show him the ropes. What's worse is that if you would put Kili in a dress he would be the definition of a diva! How he does it?

No one knows!

Why couldn't you just say no and walk away?

"Because you're too nice to leave your favourite dwarves hanging, Y/N. You promised you would help." Kili said. Technically, your autopilot did, not you. Unfortunately for you, Kili was right. You wouldn't leave him hanging.

You glared at Kili and the stupid cheeky grin he gave you. You would have rolled your eyes at him if that wouldn't hurt as much as it did, so you decided to roll your eyes mentally instead.

Wait...did you just say that out loud?

"Yes, yes you did."

"Fu-"

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After what seemed like ages Fili and Kili had finally managed to drag your miserable self to the big wooden doors of the training hall. You had given up the struggle after the longest ten minutes of your life, deciding to formulate a master escape plan before you would reach the training halls. Unfortunately for you, it was too late. You threw your carefully thought-out plan down the drain when Kili accidentally slammed the door against the wall too loud when he kicked it open with his boot.

Still having his arm looped around your's, mind you.

Everyone and everything quieted down for just a moment. Heads turned towards the entrance where they were all, no doubt about it, greeted with a comical sight.

Fili and Kili, obnoxious as always and wicked smiles on their faces (and everyone who even remotely knew the young princes, grasped that the two were up to no good.)

dragged a very anxious looking you with them. One would guess you were about to be sacrificed as a dragon's dinner. Which you were, in your opinion.

"Come on Y/N, time to teach you how to disarm opponents," Fili said, leading the way to a part of the area where a couple of young dwarves were thrown on the ground by one dwarf in particular, one you came to recognise as the hottest and grumpiest dwarf in all of Grump Town. And oh boy, you were not ready to get destroyed by him, and you showed it, too, pulling and protesting and cursing at everything that lived.

How you wished you could tell people that you managed to free yourself from the boy's grasp and run for the hills.

Sadly, that wish didn't come true; God hated you or something, for Fili and Kili - those little rascals - managed to push you right into Dwalin.

You didn't know if Dwalin catching you was a blessing or a curse. What you did know, however, was that you most definitely were blushing, if your burning cheeks were anything to go off of.

Dwalin was shirtless... His strong, hairy arms encircled your waist delicately, and you were practically pressed against his chest...

Against his strong, warm and bushy dwarven chest.

The scent of sweat, smoke and a vague hint of cookie dough entered your nose, and it strangely made you feel at home.

You were a goner, yep completely gone, nobody's home. Come back later or leave a message after the beep for Y/N dot exe has stopped working and took a vacation to cloud nine.

Sadly, your cloud nine had been sucked away too quickly by the dwarf himself who put you there in the first place.

Dwalin, being the grump that he is, grunted at you and pushed you back on your feet as if you had burned him!

"Rude much," you grumbled once you managed to keep your balance, dusting yourself off.

Dwalin (the ass) only grunted in return. Him and his damn grunts.

You ain't special enough for him to form a full sentence for you, now?

Fine, if he was gonna play it that way then, you were gonna give it to him back tenfold.

Screw consequences, the dick deserved this. You were gonna go all out.

You turned around and stuck your tongue out like a real child woman.

Fili and Kili started to giggle behind you, getting quiet real quick when they saw Dwalin glaring daggers at them.

You marched towards the two princes, whispering four words as you moved past them.

"Let's do this shit."

The boys definitely heard you, for their grins turned wicked.

One glance and you knew what was about to come. If being the two princes’ guinea pig for pranks with poor Bilbo the entire journey taught you anything, it would be to recognize the twinkle in their eyes.

It spoke in volumes louder than any dragon could roar; chaos was about to unfold, both in their brains (as they looked each other in the eye) and soon, in reality. You looked slightly over your shoulder.

Yeah, they were scheming alright, communicating with that brotherly bond they share or something.

Watch out Dwalin:

This. Is. War.

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ShitshitshitshitSHIT!

Oh, how you came to regret tripping Dwalin up. In your defence, it wasn't your fault that he couldn't take his dark eyes off of you when you pulled your shirt off because the heat was getting too hot to handle.

Wink wonk.

Hey, at least you wore a white undershirt. One which clung to your breasts tightly. Yeah, that'll give him something to look at.

Anyway!

It wasn't your fault, either, when Dwalin marched towards you with purpose in his steps when you bent over to grab a dagger off the ground, showing him your assets in the process.

It was his fault, really! He should've noticed that Fili and Kili were waiting for him to stand on the grey X. And now you were running for your life with a very, very angry dwarf (who was covered in white glue and colourful feathers) on your heels. Thanks for everything, Kili. Thanks for shrieking out, "Y/N planned it!" The moment Dwalin glared at them...

The snitch.

You pushed dwarves to the side as you ran for your life, screaming sorry as you went, because you are a polite gentlelady. Dwarves watched you go with wide eyes, confused as heck as Dwalin stormed past them not long after.

Most of the time, you were glad they made the hallways mainly one straight line, but now? You cursed its existence and its creator.

There was unquestionably no doubt about it that Dwalin would catch up. Curse you and your hate of exercise.

You should have taken Gloin's offer of jogging with him when you had the chance, but Bombur's pastries were too tempting to pass up on at the time.

And now here you were, fleeing like the devil was behind you, with burning lungs and protesting legs. You were afraid to glance back; you could almost feel your pursuer’s breath go down your neck. You silently prayed to all the deities above and beneath you to help you out, and it seemed one took pity on your little mortal soul. For the moment you finished your prayer, you were rewarded with two things: two dwarves carrying barrels, and a small corridor you almost missed if it hadn't been for someone came out of said corridor.

You took the opportunity without hesitation and slammed against the two unexpecting dwarves, who dropped the barrels in surprise. You managed to slip past them before the barrels hit the ground - like freaking Indiana Jones - skidding through the corridor with a sharp turn.

Without a second wasted, you pressed yourself against the wall like a ninja on a mission and held your breath. This was the moment of truth. There were two possibilities: either Dwalin wasn't fooled by the stunt, or he runs right by you. You prayed for the latter.

Lo and behold, for your prayers have been answered again! The deities really loved you at this moment, or just had lots of pity for you.

Dwalin ran past the corridor.

You let out the biggest sigh of relief in your life Patting yourself on the back, you turned around with a smile... Only to come face to face with the king of the mountain. The smug-ass had a knowing smirk on his face.

Shitpopcicles...

"Why are you so out of breath Y/N? You look as if a warg was on your heels." the smirk faltered as Thorin rubbed at his chin as if he were thinking.

The grin returned tenfold. "Is a certain dwarf chasing you, perhaps...?" His voice was teasing; he dang well knew why.

Oh, how you wished you could smack that smirk off his face, but sadly that was not a good idea. The bugger knows about your crush on Dwalin and teases you often.

He found out about it during the journey and he had always put you and Dwalin on watch together.

He shipped it, you just knew he did.

You pointed a threatening finger towards him. "Watch out, boy." You were close enough to Thorin to be the only one allowed to do something like this.

"Or this little lady won't hesitate to tell the whole damn mountain and a certain someone that you have a crush on a certain hobbit."

His face stayed the same - stoic and not moving - but you saw it at his softly reddening cheeks that your suspicions had been right. You grinned victoriously at Thorin, who stood there without uttering a word. Serves him right! Now you had blackmail. Internally, you were cackling evilly.

Your body froze while Thorin opened his mouth to speak. You felt as if Hell had just frozen over for that's when you heard it:

"You...!"

It sounded like thunder rumbling. Deep, rough and threatening. You would have totally been turned on if you weren't scared for your life.

Dwarfzilla was coming...

Without noticing it, you pushed Thorin to the side and ran like a madwoman. This is how it all happened. Now you're all caught up, so let's continue.

Fili and Kili had better sing tales about you after this.

You turned many corners and hallways, zooming past Dwarves who flushed themselves against the narrow walls in haste as you ran past them.

Some of them called out to you, but you couldn't hear what they said; Being chased doesn't really give you the time to stop and listen to what they had to say, now does it?

At one point, you began to notice the path becoming disproportionate and rough. Stones stuck out of the floor and walls. You tripped over a couple of those, those little buggers. Soon, it was as if you weren't in a hallway anymore, but in a cave instead.

Dwalin had been calling out to you after a while of running through the cave-like hallway. But the thing was, he didn't sound angry anymore.

He sounded worried, desperate even, which was very much out of character for Dwalin, to be honest...

Sadly, you hadn't had the time to realize why Dwalin acted the way he did before you dropped down a hole in the floor with a yelp. At least you found out why he was so concerned.

What a great day...

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A short cry reverberated throughout the chamber, and a high pitched voice followed after.

"Could you be more gentle!?"

You glared at Dwalin, who like always, grunted his replies instead of talking like a normal Dwarf-being!

Though he did what you asked and rubbed the ointment on your bruises more gently, which felt like heaven on your sore skin...

You felt absolutely stupid, sitting on a wooden bench with Dwalin treating your bruises and wounds. (Oin was too busy to do it himself so he shoved ointment in Dwalin's hand. The other was holding you at that moment, for Dwalin wouldn't allow you to walk yourself. Oin said that Dwalin should do it before promptly leaving.) Dwalin had to pull you out of the hole, though he spoke more words than he had said to you this entire day. You counted that as a victory.

You still felt your heart flutter every time you thought about it: He had been extremely gentle, lifting you out of the hole with both his arms. Cradling you to his chest while muttering in dwarvish. Checking all over your body before caressing the back of your head and pressing it against his shoulder as he held you close. This time, you understood his mumbles: "Thank Mahal, yer safe," his voice was so quiet, wavering with raw emotion;

"never do anything like that ever again, ya hear me."

Dwalin was still shirtless and covered in glue and feathers during the entire ordeal.

Your heart had skipped multiple beats right then and there, cheeks flushed red. You had been trying to process those words the entire way to Oin. Still trying to figure out the meaning behind the words he uttered with such intensity.

You were brought out of your trance by Dwalin tapping on your shoulder, you looked over to see him staring at you, "Lift yer left foot."

You did as he asked, lifting your foot. Dwalin grasped it gently in one hand as he removed the boot delicately. If this was in a different situation, it would have been very intimate. No, wait, scratch that; it's intimate even now, which was not good for your heart, which was doing summersaults inside your chest. Yep, you were screwed...

So badly, and heavenly screwed.

Yet you couldn't find it in yourself to really mind.

Once Dwalin removed the boot and sock, he started to massage your foot with ointment, muttering to himself. "Why did ya let yerself be dragged in the princes' pranks."

It wasn't a question, but you answered anyway, "Those princes made me promise to help them out when I was drunk- don't look at me like that Dwalin! You know I never break promises, even if I made them while I was drunk."

He averted his eyes, stilling his ministrations slightly. "Ya need to learn to say no."

His voice was almost too soft to hear, but you did.

You huffed in return, "I'm getting better at it though! I said no to Fleder-Fledder something when he tried to get me to marry him!"

Dwalin chuckled, "Aye ya did. Ya kicked him good in the nuts."

"Well, he deserved it, I didn't even know him and wouldn't take no for an answer, so I had to make it clear."

You grinned at Dwalin as he shook his head, a smirk on his face.

Your eyes turned soft, remembering how Dwalin had positioned himself between the man and you when the man tried to grab you by the neck. Your hero had glared at the man fiercely, threatening to gut him with his axe if he didn't take the hint and shove off.

The man had pissed himself before he had sprinted off, too scared to utter a single word.

You had hugged Dwalin to thank him and since then, he only acknowledged you with grunts... That was the day before the feast.

Balin had said not to take it personally, that Dwalin needed time to sort himself out. But damn was it hard to not take it to heart.

"Why did you do it?"

The dam broke, spilling your most inner thoughts. Fumbling with your fingers, you stared at the ground, missing the confused look on Dwalin's face. "What?"

"Why did you ignore me after I hugged you?"

You were not gonna beat around the bush with this one. You made your bed, and now you need to lie in it.

"You didn't acknowledge me for three days. Balin said to give you space, so I did. But damnit Dwalin, you ignored me for three days! Why?"

You didn't mean for your voice to crack when you looked him in the eyes. You didn't mean for the tear to slip past. Dwalin's eyes widened in return. Very slightly, but you noticed. He averted his gaze to the ground for a second, placing your foot down gently and then looked up into your eyes.

"I...I got confused," he began, eyes full with emotions, some you couldn't even place. "I got confused...Emotions which I thought I had buried deep down, long ago resurfaced..." you blinked. Were his eyes getting glassy?

"They resurfaced tenfold. I didn't know what to do or think… I didn't think," he grabbed your hand in his delicately, tracing the skin with his thumb, never taking his eyes off you even once. "I threw up my walls in a panic, I shouldn't have, but I did..." he took in a deep breath. "Hurting those dear to me." Dwalin pressed his lips against your hand, it was gentle and soft. Butterflies fluttered inside your stomach.

"Y/N, lass, I truly regret putting ya through such pain. Could you forgive this fool of a dwarf?" He whispered, staring at you with pleading eyes.

You did what everyone would do in this situation.

You hit him on the head and yelled, "you idiot!!" and slapped against his chest multiple times. "I thought you hated me...!" Dwalin grabbed you by the waist and raised you into the air without much problem. He stared into your eyes with passion as he uttered one word.

"Never."

The two of you were only a small length apart. Without hesitating, you closed the distance, pressing your lips against his. He passionately returned the kiss, both of you closing your eyes as you relished the feeling of each other.

Yeah, you were on cloud nine alright. The touch of Dwalin's hands holding you so gently set your skin aflame. You could get used to this.

Parting to gasp for air, you glanced at Dwalin's face. Eyes lidded, and mouth slightly open. You smirked then, leaning in, you brushed your lips lightly against his.

He groaned in return.

"Yer doing things to me, lass," he pressed his head against yours, his eyes soft as he looked at you. "Be mine?"

You only nodded, leaning in for another kiss to seal the promise.

Yeah, today was a great day...

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enviedear · 3 years

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secrets that i keep → peter parker

part two to this fic.

DESCRIPTION ⌙ it’s almost peter’s birthday and you’re searching for the perfect gift.. and the perfect way to exact you new mission. but peter’s curiosity and your habit of loosing things might make this mission a fail.

PAIRING ⌙ peter parker x fem!reader

WORD COUNT ⌙ 1.6k

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“he’s impossible mj!” you groan, placing the toy lightsaber back on its shelf. “i mean good god, i went so far as to call him.. babe, last night. and he still hasn’t picked up that i like him.”

she shrugs, looking around the lego store, “i don’t know dude. it’s peter, you’re going to have to be a little more straightforward.”

“i can’t.” you huff.

“then stop complaining. if you won’t do anything about it then it’s your own issue. and please, make it an internal one. i don’t want to hear about your thirst for my ex.” she smirks.

you roll your eyes. of course, she was right. subtlety was not going to land you the boy. you really didn’t know how to land peter. no amount of shy flirting was going to show him you liked him. so here you are, in one of the busiest shopping areas in midtown searching to find him the perfect gift for his birthday.

your idea was that if you gave him something both special and romantic, he’d have to see you were enamoured by him. hopefully.

but if he still couldn’t figure it out then you’ve already prepared a sappy love letter for him. you were just really wishing it wouldn’t have to come to the letter. no amount of breathing exercises would be able to calm your nerves if it came to that.

just the thought of him reading all of those three am romantic thoughts you possessed.. unnerved you.

you found it much more enjoyable for the thing to stay in your back pocket. away from the world.

“well y/n, shopping’s been cut short. ned just texted me saying that he and peter are ready for movie night.”

you sigh, “text ned that we need at least another hour. i don’t want to leave until i find the perfect gift. i dunno make something convincing up like… we got caught in traffic?”

mj gives you a deadpan look, “y/n we walked here.”

“okay and then we took an uber home.. easy fix.” you say, craning to look at items on the top of the shelf.

“okay well you can stay here and search while i take my happy ass to peter’s. i’m not eating cold takeout.” she smiles sarcastically.

you bow your head, “i’ll stop for the day. but only because i don’t want to walk there alone. our search begins again tomorrow.”

she nods, happy to be the victor of your little disagreement.

the walk to peter’s apartment is nice. you and mj talk about the adventures you both want to take for the remainder of summer break. the air is warm and the sun shines brightly as though it’s making up for its absence in winter. you’re feeling really peaceful and at ease.

that is, until you walk into peter’s apartment.

“hey mj! hey y/n!.” the boy smiles as he opens the door.

he’s completely shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, and hair wet. you almost forget to greet him as you stare at him.

“put on a damn shirt parker.” mj grumbles, pushing past him and into the living room. leaving the two of you alone.

“uh, i- well, i’m just gonna follow mj, but nice pectorals peter. glad i was able to see them at,” you look down at your phone. “four pm.. this fine afternoon.”

he gives you a weird look but keeps his smile on his face, “pectorals?”

you wave your hand dismissively at him and rush to meet your two other friends.

nice pectorals? why the fuck would you say that? anything would have been better than that.. it wasn’t even funny.

you take a seat on the couch and turn to ned on the armchair, “what have you been getting into?”

he grins, “well, i just finished all my summer work, so now i’m going to start on the TIE fighter lego set. my mom bought it all the way back in december and i finally have time for it so.. might as well.”

mj looks up at the two of you from her spot on the floor, “the real question here is, who’s turn is it to pick a movie?”

you furrow your brows in thought. last time was mj, who picked sweeney todd. before her was peter, who picked back to the future. and before him was ned, who made you sit through the notebook. and by sit through you mean absolutely ball your eyes out.

“y/n’s picking the movie tonight.” peter says, sitting down beside you.

“what’s it gonna be then, asswipe?’ mj asks, clicking the tv on.

you think for a moment. you could go the easy route and pick something scary so that you had an excuse to snuggle up to peter. but he’s a jumper and you’d rather not deal with trying to subtly cuddle someone while they hop around due to a movie. so instead, you go for something classic.

“you guys ever heard of big fish?” you smile.

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“i didn’t expect it to be that.. emotional.” ned sniffs, eyes stuck on the credits.

you laugh through your drying tears, “right? but hey at least it was a good movie.”

peter chuckles, head on your shoulder, “good pick y/n. i mean, ned and i liked it. mj’s been out since the ten minute mark.”

you lay you head gingerly on his, “i don’t mind, i did kind of wear her out with all the walking today.”

you look at mj, who’s sleeping peacefully. her head is on one of may’s throw pillows and her legs are up, resting on the armchair along with ned.

“it’s not fair i’m going to have to wake the beast and get her all the way to my house..” you grumble.

ned laughs, “i’d say i was sorry for you, but i’m just glad it’s not me. anyways, i’m taking a shower. and peter,” he looks at his friend. “you better not have used up all of my conditioner. i left it here. i did not give it to you.”

peter gives him a look, “i didn’t use it, i promise.”

with that, ned rushes off to the bathroom. it’s then you become acutely aware of the pretty boy leaned against you. it causes you to feel light. the works. butterflies and heated face.

“wanna split the last two fortune cookies?” you ask, trying to hide your hot face from him.

“sure, they’re still in the takeout bag in the kitchen. you can grab a drink too if you’re thirsty.” he smiles, moving to let you up.

you make your way into the kitchen and find the left over cookies. without thinking you slip them into your back pocket. you open the fridge only to gasp in abrupt realization.

the note.

you take the cookies back out and feel. no note.

oh dear god. somewhere out there is your disgusting display of affection.

it could be anywhere.

you groan. where was the last place you had it?

was it the lego store?

it had to be, before you went in you checked your pocket and it was there. and so what if you dropped it there, if anything the employees just threw it away, and maybe that’s for the better. you’d probably die if peter ever actually read anything you wrote. you let out a sigh of relief.

everything’s gonna be fine, y/n.

you walk back into the living room, peter’s hunched over looking at something you can’t see.

“i’m back with cookies!” you exclaim, startling him.

he gives you a shaky smile and takes one out of your hand, “ya know y/n.. if there’s anything you want to tell me, i’m all ears.”

you furrow your brows, “um, well i guess i should tell you that fortune cookies have only about 15,000 unique fortunes. it’s not a lot if you take into account how many are produced daily.”

he nods and you break open your cookie, “well, go on. what’s a fortune cookie without sharing the fortune with your friend.” you giggle.

you look down at the tiny slip of paper and pull it from the cookie, turning it over to inspect it.

‘nothing is impossible to a willing heart.’

you smile and look at peter, who’s staring at his fortune as if it could crumble in his hands at any minute.

“what does yours say, peter?” you inquire, scooting closer to read it.

on the paper, in blue lettering, ‘this person’s love is just and true. you may rely on it.’

peter looks at you, brown eyes as soft as a puppies. his hair is a little messy but so perfect.

“i read your letter. it.. it was on the couch and..” he trails off.

you suck in air, “oh.”

“y/n.. i,” he falters, and sighs, “fuck it.”

once those words are off his lips, those lips connect to yours. sweet and soft. his hands clutch your face bringing you closer, as close as possible. you feel as though you come to life in his arms. the kiss continues and when he finally pulls away you can’t knock the smile on your face off.

“i like you too.” he says simply, smile matching yours.

you’re about to speak when you hear a gag.

mj.

“this couldn’t have happened in a different room? i mean, to wake up and see two ninnies eating each others’ faces. utterly revolting.”

“i thought it was sweet,” ned says from the hallway. “my airpods were still playing ‘best part’ and it really added to the moment. well at least for me.”

peter groans, “so you were both watching me.. kiss her? that’s so weird.”

mj scoffs, “i was forced. ned’s just a sap.”

your smile doesn’t leave your face as you watch the people you love most. sure mj was a little dark, ned was a tad sappy, and sure, peter was a dork. but they were your people.

and most importantly, peter was your person.

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lokislytherin · 3 years

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hot stuff, beware!

pairing: waiter!jeon jeongguk x reader

summary: it’s winter, and you’re cold, but the waiter in the cafe is cute as hell and your best friend is a demon in the flesh.

word count: 1670

a/n: mERRY CHRISTMAS @jungkooksbish ILY (this is not my best fic tho :( i’m not really too satisfied)

let’s all pretend this entire covid thing is over! i wrote this in summer, hoping quarantine would be over by now, but oh well

enjoy!

(sorry i gave myself a cameo again, also my jin bias jumped out)

You have to say, winter is not your favorite season.

Of course, having a few whole weeks of break to rest after months of school is nice - the holidays give you the chance to take a break from your hectic schedule, hang out with your friends without having to stress about schoolwork. As a bonus, you get to wear lovely winter boots that make your long legs look great, and you love wearing large fluffy jackets you can drown in, but...

“Fück,” you groan, “it’s so cold!”

This winter is especially horrible. As if the cold isn’t bad enough, it’s that time of the month for you, which makes everything a hundred times worse. Not only are you a walking marshmallow, you’re also cranky as hell, with your damn hormones all over the place. Your cramps are especially bad today, but you’re willing to shove your pain aside in favor for hanging out with your friend. Months of quarantine have left you itching to leave your house. You’ve been a couch potato for too long.

You shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself. You regret that immediately. Your hands are cold! “Hug me,” you demand, “I’m cold.”

Your friend tucks themselves further into their numerous amounts of jackets. “I literally can’t move.” A rather hairless poodle trots by, shivering and whining miserably. “Ooh, wouldn’t wanna be that guy.”

You crack a smile, amusement warming your cheeks. “Pfft.”

Both of you squeal in delight and surprise when a gust of warm wind blasts you out of nowhere. “It’s warm in there!” You shout triumphantly, heedless of the strange looks a few passerby's are throwing in your direction. You grab your friend by the arm and they yelp, dragged along by your large strides. “We’re heading in there, and we’re finding the warmest place to sit.”

Both of you speed-walk to the nearest café. “Did you even need to ask?”

You stumble into the warmth. The café isn’t particularly big, but it’s warm and the décor is cute and that’s more than enough to make you happy for the time being.

Your friend whistles as they look around. “So this is the infamous Bring The Sweet, huh?” They glance at the violet fairy lights strung low on the walls. “Probably looks better at night.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Why infamous?”

They raises an eyebrow right back, but it’s barely a match against your thick, especially-expressive ones. “Haven’t you heard?” They lower their voice, looking around like they’ve got a secret. “Apparently, everyone here is insanely good looking.” You settle in a booth next to the patisserie, and they inhale deeply. “Food will always be better than guys, though.”

They shoot you a pointed glance, and you shrug. “I have a weak heart, okay? I catch feels easily.”

One of the pâtissiers has clearly been eavesdropping, because he muffles a laugh, only to be roughly elbowed by his coworker, who hisses at him to stop being nosy and deal with this annoying Karen with me, goddammit.

The clacking of heavy boots alerts you to an oncoming waiter. You turn around - and scream. Inwardly.

“Hi there, ladies, what can I get you?”

Good lord, this waiter is cute.

Your heart thumps wildly in your chest. His long sleeves cover his muscular arms, and tattoos peek over his knuckles. It doesn’t match his bunny cheeks and absolutely adorable smile.

You’re too busy trying to memorize his name tag - Jeon Jeongguk - to realize you’re staring and being very obvious about it. Seriously, if all the staff in the cafe have the same visual standards...

A throat-clearing and a not-so-subtle kick to the shin jolts you back into reality. “Hot chocolate!”

Your friend disguises their wheeze of laughter as a sneeze.

“I mean, I’d like a hot chocolate, please!”

Jeon Jeongguk smiles at your blunder, lopsided and amused. Your heart’s beating so hard you think you might faint. How could you embarrass yourself like this, in front of a boy as cute as him?

“One hot chocolate and one latte, coming right up!”

Is it just you, or does he wink before walking off?

Your friend groans, sarcastic but playful. “Could you be more obvious?”

Pink dusts your cheeks, a dreamy look spreading across your face. “He’s just so cute...”

Now you’re 100% sure the pâtissier is invested in your conversation. Apparently, his name is Kim Seokjin. “Cute?” He waves a hand dramatically. “That boy is a menace to society! Besides,” he says with an obvious, exaggerated wink, “why would you choose him when I am clearly superior in every aspect?”

“Jin, work!” The tall manager and the other pâtissier bellow at the same time. Your friend’s shoulders shake as they splutter in silent laughter.

Seokjin, or Jin, as he’s aptly nick-named, turns to your friend. “Just between you and me, you agree with me, right? Clearly everybody else isn’t willing to admit that I am the one and only Worldwide Handsome.”

Your friend bats their eyelashes innocently, but you know better than to fall for their innocuous façade. “If I say yes, will you give me free cookies? Those pastries look pretty nice.”

Jin turns away, sulking. “The youth these days are so disrespectful,” he complains, “Yoongi, don’t you agree?”

Yoongi sighs a breath of relief, muttering a quiet “thank God” under his breath.

“Hah? What did you say?” You can’t help but giggle at Jin’s blatant indignance. Even your friend is stifling a laugh, barely managing to thank the waiter bringing them their latte.

“At this point, I’m just glad you didn’t offer them a free cookie just to spite me.”

Jin pouts, ignoring the customer outside who discretely takes a photo. You duck under the camera range, and your friend leans away. “Aigoo, do you think you mean so little to me? We’ve been doing this together for weeks now!”

Yoongi just gives him a death glare. “I’m starting to wish you’d given them the cookie now.”

A light tap on your shoulder with a pen makes you jump. “Excuse me, Miss? Your drink is here.”

You nearly forget how to speak in front of Jeongguk and his dazzling smile. “Th- Thank you!”

“No problem!” Your drink is probably sweet, but his smile is even sweeter. “You should be careful, though, it’s hot too.”

You cock your head. “Too?”

Seokjin smiles arrogantly. “Of course, he means me, Worldwide Handsome, the best looking man you’ll ever see-”

Jeongguk looks the other man dead in the eye, puts a hand over your shoulder, and makes a sizzling noise.

You squeak. Your friend shoots you a thumbs up from across the table. He thinks you’re hot!

A strangled scream makes its way out of Jin’s throat. It sounds like the distant relative of a boiling kettle. “You- You little brat!”

“I’m really sorry about him.” Jeongguk’s gentle voice and innocent words don’t match the shït-eating grin on his face, but you find it kind of hot, actually. “He’s just salty that he thinks he’s so good looking, but in reality, he's probably not gonna get laid before he turns thirty.”

That cracks you up. You can’t stop laughing, even though it’s at the handsome pâtissier’s expense. Yoongi can’t seem to stop his unabashed cackling either. Your friend waves at Jeongguk, a matching devious smirk on their face. “Excuse me, but can you pass me a pen? And a piece of paper?”

Jeongguk looks confused, but complies. Your friend scribbles something down, trying hard not to burst out laughing. Jin, still pouting, shouts when he sees what your friend has written. He even helps them shield the paper from you!

Your friend passes the paper to Jeongguk, and when he reads the message he turns beet red from his ears to his neck. “Have fun!”

Jin discretely steals a cookie from the shelf and passes it to your friend, and they exchange fist-bumps while Yoongi isn’t looking. “Take care of our Jeonggukkie,” he tells you seriously, “he may be annoying but he’s still my big baby.” He cracks his knuckles. “Lucky for you, I’m a gentleman, but I’m still amazing at trash-talk.”

“Oh,” the other waiter says, peeking over Jeongguk’s shoulder, “are you going on a da~”

Jeongguk manages to keep his fellow waiter at arms reach, even when they struggle against him. “A- Are you available tomorrow?” He stammers out. “Your friend said you want to watch the new Wonder Woman movie, and I think she’s pretty cool too... Wanna go together?”

Deep inside, you clutch at your chest and scream. So cute! “O- Of course!” You haven’t stuttered this hard over a guy in a long while. “Can I have your number?”

“Jeongguk,” the manager shouts, waving his hands, “and Jimin, the tables aren’t going to wait themselves.” There’s a fond smile on his face.

“Sorry, Joon!” Jeongguk turns back to you. “I’ve already got your number... I’ll call you later?”

He’s still blushing, but so are you. “I’ll be waiting.”

Fück, you think seconds later, too desperate!

Jeongguk doesn’t seem to notice, offering you one last bunny-toothed smile before bouncing off, a hop in his step.

“Seriously, though,” Jin grumbles, “take care of him.”

“I will.”

A few days later, winter is your new favorite season. You look good in your winter-wear, you’ve got free hot chocolate coupons, and guess what? You’ve scored yourself a hot date, and maybe even a new boyfriend.

Maybe being cold isn’t so bad after all, you think to yourself as Jeongguk lends you his jacket. What a gentleman. Your sweet Jeonggukkie.

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spooderboyandtincan · 4 years

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Can you do a prompt where maybe Peter meets Steve (or one of the other avengers) and Tony gets jealous thinking that he’s being replaced or isn’t Peter’s favourite avenger anymore and Peter reassures him ❤️

I am so sorry this took so long. 😬💖💗 I really hope you like it!!

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Peter groaned and pulled himself from the arms of sleep. He stretched and yawned.

“Mr. Stark?”

There was no sign of him. Peter frowned.

“Mr. Staaaaark?”

He listened carefully for any sign of Tony’s familiar heartbeat. Instead, he heard the faint sounds of shouting.

~~~~~

“Cap, you heard me. Get out. I have a- I have something important to take care of.”

“Yeah, Stark? What could possibly be so important? So important that you’ve rescheduled this meeting ten times? Sounds to me like you’re just making excuses,” Steve snapped.

“Rogers-”.

“Mr. Stark? Mr. Staaaaaaark! What’s going on?” They looked up at the sound of a small voice calling from the hallway.

“Shit,” Tony muttered, and raced out.

The Avengers followed, and found the man speaking softly but urgently to a small boy.

“Stark? Who is this?” Steve asked, stepping forward.

Immediately Tony moved in front of Peter protectively. He knew Steve wasn’t a threat, not anymore, but it was instinctive.

Protect Peter.

“Stark?” he prompted. “Who’s the kid?”

“Oh my god it’s Captain America,” Peter whispered. “Ohmygod. The Avengers are here. Oh. My. God.”

Steve flashed his shiny press-conference smile. “Hey, son.” He missed the way they both stiffened and Tony’s eyes darkened.

“Hi! It’s really an honor to meet you Mr. Steve Roger Captain America sir!!” Peter beamed.

Steve chuckled. “Call me Steve.”

“Of course Mr. Steve!”

Tony set his hands on Peter’s shoulders. “Alright, shall we get acquainted? Pete, these are the Avengers. Avengers, this is Peter.”

“So Stark, who exactly is Peter?” Clint asked loudly.

Tony frowned. “ He’s…” Might as well break it to them. “He’s my kid.”

Clint gasped. Nat just smiled softly. Bruce looked like he might Hulk out in surprise. Thor chugged his mead. Steve gaped with wide eyes.

And Peter was tense under his arms. Tony rubbed his back comfortingly.

“You’re- you’re kid?” Steve repeated.

Tony rolled his eyes. “Yep. My kid. You got that?”

“But- how long.... how long have you known?”

Tony laughed. “He’s not biologically my kid, Rogers.” He ruffled Peter’s hair. “Listen, can we sit down? This is getting awkward.”

~~~~~

Steve watched as Peter easily gathered the attention of the Avengers. He spoke shyly at first, gathering confidence.

He watched as Tony looked at Peter with pride and love in his eyes.

He didn’t know Stark was capable of loving.

He watched as Banner glanced at Tony in admiration and surprise. Steve didn’t know much about science nowadays, but it was clear the kid was a genius.

~~~~~

Steve offered to make dinner. To be honest, Tony thought it would be bland toast and potatoes. Stereotypical, he knew. Instead, there was a beautiful fruit salad, warm fluffy biscuits, and an apple pie. Steve even apologized for having no roast.

Tony had to admit he was impressed.

Until Cap invited Peter to sit next to him. The boy glanced at Tony as if to say, Are you sure? I can sit with you. No problem.

But Tony shook his head and smiled. It’s okay, kiddo.

He watched as Peter sat down next to Steve and immediately started chatting away.

Watched as Peter laughed at one of Cap’s lame jokes.

Watched as Peter cheerfully asked if they could watch Stars Wars.

Was he being replaced?

~~~~~

Tony wasn’t jealous. No way.

Peter was happy. He was laughing.

Without him.

Tony sighed. God, Peter was happy, smiling.

Peter’s happiness was infectious.

But not now.

Tony wasn’t jealous at all.

~~~~~

Tony knew he was being stupid. Peter wasn’t replacing him, right?

Peter was his kid.

But he couldn’t help that nagging doubt.

Was he even his favorite Avenger anymore?

~~~~~

Clint offered to take them to the movie theater. Tony objected, in private, that the place would be swarming with people and paparazzi.

“I already thought of that!” Clint said. “We bought all the tickets there so it’ll be empty, and Tasha’ll scare away anyone who gets too close.”

Peter burst through the door. “Mr. Stark! We’re going to the movies and we’re watching Return of the Jedi! Come on! We have to hurry!”

Tony laughed fondly. “I know Pete, I’m coming. And make sure to wear a coat and scarf! It’s cold out there.”

Peter was already out the door. “I will! We’re gonna be late, come on!”

~~~~~

Peter bought about a pound of red vines and a gallon of coke. Tony smirked at the incredulous look on Steve’s face.

To his relief Peter plopped down next to him and offered him a red vine. (“Nah, Petey, those are all for you.”)

To his displeasure, Steve sat on Peter’s other side.

He hugged his kid closer to his side.

~~~~~

As soon as they got home, however, Peter launched himself on the couch and told Steve that they needed to binge watch the rest of the Star Wars movies.

Tony watched from the doorway as Cap laughed at Peter’s witty comments.

His job.

Watched as Cap sat next to Peter.

His spot.

Watched as Clint brought in cookies and Peter took about ten of them.

Tony turned and hurried to his room, locking the door behind him.

Peter’s favorite Avenger, huh?

Not anymore.

~~~~~~

Peter looked up, laughing. “Mr. Stark, did you hear what- Mr. Stark?” He frowned.

“I’ll be right back,” he told the Avengers.

Peter walked up the stairs to Tony’s room, listening. He heard the man’s familiar heart beat pounding fast.

He knocked quietly on the door.

“What is it?” It was a voice Peter had never heard him use before.

“Mr. Stark? It’s me.”

There was the sound of hurried footsteps, and the door was pulled open. “Pete?”

“Hi Mr. Stark! What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Tony bit his lip. “I’m fine, kiddo. I just…. Weren’t you having fun downstairs?”

“I was until I noticed you left! What’s wrong?”

Tony sighed. “Come in, kiddo.”

They sat awkwardly on his bed.

“What’s up Mr. Stark?”

The man cleared his throat. “I guess I thought… weren’t you- um. I thought that maybe… you were replacing me.”

“Mr. Stark! What? Of course not!” Peter cried.

“I get it, Pete, I mean, Captain America. He’s way cooler, huh?” Tony said sadly.

“No, Mr. Stark, listen! You’re my dad! And Iron Man! You’re my favorite superhero! I love you, Mr. Stark.”

Tony pulled Peter into a sudden hug, squeezing him tightly, kissing his curls. He blinked back the tears pooling in his eyes. It was embarrassing to say how relieved he felt.

“I love you too, Petey. I love you so much.”

~~~~~

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boilerevans · 4 years

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Hello There

Chris Evans One Shot Series.

Pairing: Cop! Chris Evans x Reader (Single mom)

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Cursing, Smut (unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk)

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Every second that you drove, you beat yourself up more and more. How was it possible to do this? Forget to pick up your kid. Your toddler. As your sat at the stop light, your fingers tapped on the steering will.

“Come on.” You groaned.

The light turned and you hit the accelerator. Your eyes looked at the time on the dash. You could make it before they’d take him to after care. You pushed down further on the gas. Music blared through the speakers making you go even faster. You looked at the dash one more time to check the time. That’s when you saw the flashing lights in the side mirror.

“Fuck!”

You pull into the parking lot just ahead and watch as the police car follows behind you. You park the car and turn off the radio before the officer makes his way to your window. He knocks on it with his knuckle and you crank the window down.

“Good afternoon miss.”

“Hello Officer.” You look at his name tag.

Evans. You then look up at his face. He’s got dark blonde, almost brown hair. Incredible jaw line. Nicely trimmed beard. Dark sunglasses.

“Miss, do you know why I pulled you over today?”

“I was speeding. But you see, I’m a single mom and I work from home. I lost track of time and now I’m late to get my son and he’s only four. And you know how everyone has that one song that just gets them in the zone. Well that song came on, and I was thinking “damn, I’m gonna make it in time”. So, I guess I just started going faster. And wow I am rambling and not helping my case huh?”

You look up at the police officer and he gives a small smile.

“That’s alright miss. Can I just see your license and registration please?” He asks.

“Oh of course.”

You begin rummaging around your glove box and hand him the paperwork. You then get your license out of your wallet.

“And there’s that.” You smile as you give it to him.

He looks down at it.

“I’ll be right back Miss (Y/L/N).”

You watch in the side view mirror as he walks back to his car. Damn. That is a nice ass. You sit in your car anxiously waiting for him to come back. You begin tapping your foot. You are not going to hear the end of this from your son. You could hear him now.

“Mama you’re in big trouble.”

You looked back over to the side mirror and see the door of the cop car open up. You tuck your hair back behind your ear.

“Here’s your information back.” He says.

You look up and him and he takes off the sunglasses to reveal gorgeous blue eyes. He leans down to get a better look at you.

“Miss, I’m going to let you off with a warning today.”

“Oh thank you so much.” You smile.

“But in return, I was wondering if you’d want to go to lunch with me tomorrow.”

A blush crosses your face.

“I’m sorry what?”

“You’re a beautiful woman. I’d like to take you to lunch.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Does tomorrow work for you?” He asks with a smile.

You nod yes.

“Rapscallion? 12:30?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“You better go get your boy.” He taps on the side of your car.

You watch him get back into his car before you pull away. You make it to the school just after 3:30pm. Your son doesn’t speak to you until you make it home.

“Nathan. Please talk to mama.” You kneel in front of him on the couch.

“You forgot. Again.”

“I didn’t forget. I was busy with work. I was driving to get you and then a police man pulled me over.”

“Stop going fast.” Nathan says and tries to look around you to see the television.

You stand up and sit next to him on the couch.

“Why do you always act like you’re in charge?”

“Because you’re bad at it.” He says bluntly.

“Well thanks kid.”

He scoots close to me and looks up at me.

“Make me cupcakes and I’ll forgive you.”

You laugh and place a kiss on the top of his head.

----

You were lucky enough to convince your mom to take Nathan to school. This way you could take all the time you needed to get ready for your date with Officer Evans. It hit you earlier that morning that you had never caught his first name. You pick out a floral baby blue dress that hits just above your knees with sleeves that cover your shoulders. You head into the bathroom and recurl of a few pieces of hair from the day before then swipe some mascara over your lashes. You check the time and quickly slide on some chucks before running out the door.

You make it to the restaurant a little early. You look into the rearview mirror to check your hair and then see an old pickup truck pull into the spot behind you. You see the familiar hunk step out of the truck. You get out of your car and walk over to him.

“Hello there.” You say.

You can’t help but give him the once over. He wears a pair of nice fitting jeans with a red and blue flannel, along with a pair of work boots. His hair was neatly parted.

“Hi.” He smiles, “You look beautiful.”

He leans forward to put a hand on your waist followed by a kiss on the cheek.

“Before we head in, I didn’t catch your first name yesterday.” You stop him.

“Oh. It’s Chris. Chris Evans.”

“It’s a pleasure to officially meet you.”

You follow him up to the front of the restaurant and he opens the door up for you. Your seated by a window where the shades are drawn to block the sunshine. The waitress brings out glasses of water and then leaves you both to look over the menu.

“What are you thinkin’?” Chris asks to break the silence.

“I’ve never been here before. It all looks good.”

“There really isn’t anything that’s bad.”

“Would you pick for me?” You close the menu and set it down on the table.

“I think I can do that.” He gives a small smile.

You smile back. The waitress comes by and Chris orders for the both of you.

“So, tell me about your boy.” Chris says to start a conversation.

“Nathan. He’s four and a first grader. He’s unbelievably smart. Started reading last year. I have family on the school board so we got him into school early. He was very upset with me yesterday for being late.”

“What did he say?”

“That I need to stop going fast and that I’m bad at being in charge.”

Chris laughs, “Sounds like a tough critic.”

“I somehow got roped into making cupcakes to make it up to him.”

The waitress comes out with our side salads.

“Smart kid.”

You both begin eating, having small talk between bites.

“What kind of cupcakes?” Chris asks after a while.

“Vanilla with cookies and cream frosting. They’re his favorite.”

“That sounds amazing.”

“I’ve got some left over if you have time to stop by.”

“I would like that.” Chris gives a sly smile.

“I just need to leave my place by three or Nathan will have my head this time.”

“I’ll make sure you’re on time.”

They finish their lunch and head back out to the parking lot.

“Do you want to just follow me?” You ask.

Chris nods, “I’ll see you there.”

You take your time as you drive on the familiar roads back to your small home outside of town. You pull into the driveway after ten minutes on the road and Chris parks on the street. He walks through the grass and stops behind you at the front door.

“You know, I live just three streets over.” Chris says following you into the house.

“Small world.” You set your keys and purse down on the table by the door.

As you make your way to the kitchen, Chris follows closely behind. His eyes watching your hips move with every step. You stop at the counter and open up the container of cupcakes. Chris leans on the counter next to you.

“Here you are.” You hand him a cupcake.

He takes it from your hand and your fingers brush. You watch him as he peels off the wrapper and takes a large bite. Chris’s eyes close and he lets out a muffled sigh. You chuckle and go to the fridge. You grab jug of milk and wave it at his as an offer. He nods. As you pour the milk into the glass, he walks up next to you. His hand rests on your waist.

“That was truly amazing.” He says.

You pick up the glass and go to hand it to him. He grabs it and sets it back on the counter. He cups your face with his now free hand. Your eyes meet his, and you both begin to lean into each other. Just as your lips tough his, the alarm starts to go off on your phone.

“Shit I have to go get Nate.” You begin to walk towards the door.

“Wait.” Chris grabs your wrist.

“Chris please.” You sigh looking into his eyes.

“Come to my place tomorrow for dinner.”

“I can’t get a sitter with that late of notice, my mom works nights at the hospital.”

You walk away and grab your purse back off the table.

“Bring the kid. He sounds great.”

He follows you out the door and waits as you lock it behind you. You scoff.

“We’ve been on one date.”

“(Y/N), look at me.”

You turn to him. A smile is wide on his face.

“You are literally the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on. And I know that we just met, but you can’t deny there’s something incredible here. I want to meet the kid because he’s important to you. And he has great taste in cupcakes.”

You sigh and kiss his cheek.

“I’ll run it by Nathan. But I really need to go.”

You walk over to your car and get in. You roll down the window and Chris leans on the door. You exchange numbers and exchange one last kiss. Once you have backed out of the drive way, you look over at Chris and he waves.

As you drive to the elementary school, your mind races through all the things Chris said today. You sit anxiously in the pickup line and your leg begins to bounce against the seat. You see the doors open to the school and the children come running out. Not long after, Nathan is crawling into the back seat.

“Hey kid.” You look at him in the rearview mirror.

“Hi mama.”

“I wanna hear all about your day.” You say as you pull out of the parking lot.

During the short ride home, the boy rambles on about the eventful day of first grade. When you pull into the drive, Nathan is quick to get out and run to the front door.

“And where are you headed?” You ask as you follow him up the door.

“It’s time for a cupcake.”

Your mind goes to the taste of the frosting on Chris’s lips.

“Can I talk to you about something while you eat your cupcake?” You ask as you unlock the front door.

You sit down at the kitchen table. Nathan stands on his tippy toes and reaches onto the counter to grab a cupcake.

“Why did you leave a half-eaten cupcake on the counter?” Nathan asks sitting at the table.

“I had a friend over and I had to leave to get you before he could finish it.”

“Like a boyfriend?” He asks with a mouthful frosting.

“Well it was a date yeah.”

“Is that why nana took me to school?”

“Yeah bubba it is.”

He sits in silence for a while.

“How do you know him?” Nathan asks.

“Well, it’s the police officer from yesterday.”

“You’re dating a police officer! Mama that’s so cool!” A huge grin covers his face.

You let out a small laugh.

“So, you’d be alright with going to his house for dinner tomorrow?”

Nathan gets up from his chair and comes over to give you a hug.

“Super cool.” He says and squeezes you tightly.

----

“Can I knock mama?”

“Sure, you can bubba.”

The little boy runs up the steps and knocks as hard as he can with his tiny fist. There’s a sound of a dog barking and footsteps. The door opens and there stands Chris. Dressed in a dark blue dress shirt and slacks.

“Why are you so dressed up?” Your son asks.

“Nathan.” You scold.

Chris crouches down to get to Nathan’s level.

“Well bud. I’m trying to impress your mom.”

Nathan looks at you and then back at Chris.

“She’s mama. Now where’s your dog.”

Nathan pushes his way past Chris and into the house. Chris stands up and you walk up to him. You place a hand on his buff chest.

“You look very handsome.”

Chris places a hand on the back of your neck and pulls you into him. Your lips meet his and the sparks appear yet again. You pull back and hear Nathan giggling inside. Chris snakes his hand around your waist and leads you into his home. You find Nathan on the floor with the dog licking his face and neck.

“Dodge come on. Get off.” Chris chuckles.

“I like him.” Nathan giggles.

Your eyes around the small house. It’s basic yet detailed at the same time. Many pictures of his family on the walls.

“Dinner is ready if you guys want to join me.” Chris motions into the next room.

Nathan gets up off the floor and runs in the direction of the food. You smile at Chris as you walk past him. The table is set and candles are lit in a line along the counter. Nathan is already sat in a chair. There’s a large pot of fettuccine, a side of vegetables and garlic bread.

“It looks amazing.” You say.

Chris pulls your chair out for you. He stays standing and begins serving both you and Nathan. You watch Nathan’s face as Chris puts a scoop of vegetables on his plate.

“I was starting to like you.” Nathan huffs.

Chris sits down and begins serving himself.

“They’re good.” Chris defends.

“Carrots are the worst.” Nathan begins eating his noodles.

You begin asking Chris about his day at work and life as a police officer. You notice Nathan hanging onto Chris’s every word as he talks about this job.

“Have you ever killed a bad guy?” Nathan asks.

“Bubba.” You scold.

Dodger comes running in from the living room.

“No, not you Dodge.” Chris laughs, “Eat your carrots and I’ll tell you Nate.”

Nathan’s face lights up and he begins digging into the vegetables. Under the table, Chris places his hand on your knee and gives it a squeeze. After quickly finishing his carrots, your son looks up at Chris with adoring eyes.

“Now before I tell you. You have to tell me what you thought about the carrots.”

Nathan looks at Chris and squints his eyes.

“They were fine.” Nathan says quietly.

“Well. No buddy. I’ve never killed anyone. I have been shot at though. Grazed my arm.”

“Do you have a scar?”

“Yes I do.”

“Well can I see it?” Nate begins to get excited.

“Maybe another time Nate.” Chris says and then continues eating.

Nathan huffs and gets out of his seat.

“Nathan Jacob. Where do you think you’re going?” You ask him.

He stops next to you, “May I be excused mama? I want to go play with the dog.”

You look to Chris and he nods. Before you can say anything, your son runs off into the next room. You let out a sigh.

“Thank you for dinner.”

Chris leans into you and gives you a kiss.

“I enjoy taking care of you.”

You give him a soft smile and he kisses you again.

Chris suggests that you all watch a movie. You and Nathan sit on other sides of Chris and he puts his arms around the both of you. After twenty minutes, Nathan is passed out snuggles up next to Chris.

“I can carry him out to your car?” Chris offers.

“Well since it’s not that far we just walked. I can go grab my car and come get him?” You say and get off the couch.

Chris takes the kid into his arms. Nathan naturally wraps his arms around Chris’s neck and lays his head down. Your heart melts at the sight.

“I can carry him back. Can you grab my wallet and keys for me? They’re on the kitchen counter.”

After a few minutes, you’re on their way down the street to your house. The spring air feels amazing.

“You look really beautiful tonight.”

You look over at Chris and smile.

“You’re pretty handsome yourself.”

“I like the kid. He’s fun.”

“You’ve only been with him for one night. He gets worse.” You chuckle.

“I’d like to spend more nights with the both of you.”

“I think we’d like that too.”

“But don’t get me wrong. I would like some alone time with you too.”

“I could use some adult alone time.”

Chris laughs. Nathan moves.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” You swat his arm.

You make it up to your front door and let Chris in front of you.

“Where’s his room?”

You lock the door behind you and show Chris through the kitchen back to Nate’s room. Chris lays Nathan down on bed and you begin to take off his shoes.

“Pajamas?” Chris asks softly.

“He’s got pajama pants in the third drawer over there.”

You undress your son and Chris comes back with a pair of plaid pajama bottoms. You smile up at him before sliding them on Nathan’s legs and tucking him in. You follow Chris back out kitchen.

“Can I interest you in a cupcake that someone left unfinished on my counter?” You joke.

Chris wraps his arms around your waist. He leans his head down as his lips graze your ear.

“I’d rather have something else that’s sweet.” He whispers and places a kiss on your neck right under your ear.

“Chris.” You sigh.

Your arms snake up around his neck. His lips make his way down your neck. As he bends down, his arms wrap around her legs and he picks her up from the ground. Chris walks over and sits her on the counter. A plate slides off the counter and crashes on the floor. Your hand flies up to cover your mouth before you laugh. Chris looks at you and then bends down to pick up the plate.

“I can’t believe you did that?” He jokes.

“Oh I did that?” You laugh, you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Yes. I’m gonna have to call the police. File a noise complaint.” His hands reach up and grab your face.

“I’m not to worried. The guy I’m seeing is a cop.”

Chris’s lips crash into yours. You feel like a teenager again as the two of you begin making out. He moves one of his hands to push your hair back and he begins kissing your neck. Your eyes squeeze shut in pleasure. His fingers hook under the collar of your dress and pull back to expose the top of your breast.

“Chris.” His name falls from your lips.

He brings his lips back to yours.

“Where is your bed?” He asks.

“Do you always get women in bed with you on the second date? Because I’m not like other women.”

“I know you aren’t. That’s why I want you in your bed. And not bent over this counter.”

A heat falls across your whole body as he whispers the dirty words in your ear. With your legs still wrapped around his waist, he picks you up off the counter. You direct him through your small house, through the living room and around the corner to your bedroom. He shuts and locks the door behind him. You flick on the light.

Chris walks over to your bed and gently lays you down. His hands trail up your bare legs, with one lingering between your thighs. Goosebumps cover your skin.

“Can we get this dress off of you?”

You lift your hips up and he takes the fabric into his hands. He takes the dress off of your body and you slowly sit up.

“So gorgeous.”

Your hands follow up his arms and to the buttons of his shirt. As you begin to undo the buttons, Chris kneels onto the bed and undoes his belt. With the buttons undone, the shirt slides down his shoulders and he then takes off the white undershirt underneath. This reveals his softly sculpted abs and a hairy chest. You begin to chew on your lower lip. His head dips down and he begins to kiss along the edge of your bra. You run your fingertips along his biceps and bring a hand to the back of his neck. He brings his lips up to yours.

A hand makes its way across your stretch mark covered belly and to the waist band of your panties. He continues kissing you as he takes a finger and slides your panties over to find the arousal that was building between your legs. He presses his finger tip against your clit and slides his finger down between your folds. As he slides his fingers into you, your hands begin to fumble with the zipper of his trousers.

Chris’s lips leave yours and he removes his fingers from you. He stands up and begins to remove his pants. You sit up on your elbows and watch as his pants fall down his legs to reveal the outline of his large cock. You sit all the way up and slide your panties down your legs. A smile crosses his lips.

“Scoot down here.” He kneels down onto the floor at the edge of the bed.

Your legs hang off the edge of the bed and he parts your knees.

“So beautiful.”

He runs his tongue along you, licking up your wetness.

“So delicious.”

He stands back up and removes his boxers. Your shoulders fall back onto the bed. As he lays over the top of you, he kisses your lips and lines himself to your entrance before sliding into you. A humming moan leaves your lips. He stays close to you as he slowly finds his pace. His lips kiss your neck.

“Chris.”

“You feel better than I could have ever imagined.”

He began to pick up his pace but the bed began to squeak loudly. The two of you began to laugh softly.

“If we move to the middle of the bed, it’s not so loud.” You suggest.

He wraps his arms around you and lifts you up off the bed. He gracefully moves you both up the bed. You keep your arms wrapped around his neck and he pushes back into you. He wraps one arm around your waist and uses the other to brace himself. He quickens his pace and a soft moan leaves your lips.

“Cum for me, (Y/N). Let go.”

“Oh fuck.”

“Where do you want me to finish?” He asks softly.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m on the pill.”

Chris groans and rests his head in your neck. You wrap a leg around him and he makes the pace even quicker. Within minutes, the both of you are coming undone with each other. He pulls away and lays down next to you.

You let out a heavy sigh and roll into his side. His arm wraps around you and pulls you in even closer to leave a kiss on the top of your head.

“Would you mind if I stayed?” He asks.

“Please stay. Don’t ever leave.”

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ruewrites · 3 years

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We’re Blooming Together Chapter 1: It Started on the Playground

AO3

Ship: Solomon/Asmo

Word Count: 1735

Warnings: None

Chapter 1-Chapter 2-Chapter 3-Chapter 4-Chapter 5-Chapter 6-Chapter 7-Chapter 8-Chapter 9-Chapter 10-Chapter 11-Chapter 12

“No! No no! I don’ wanna go home! I wanna stay with Solomon!”

Little Asmo’s face was red and blotchy as he tried to squirm out of Lucifer’s arms and back down to where Solomon was. The young boy was huddled close to his nanny, partially hidden behind their leg. He had met Asmo next to the swings, far away from the other kids. Solomon had never been particularly good at socializing, much less making friends. Honestly if the child could have it his way, he’d stay inside all day with his nanny reading him stories. But they insisted that “A growing boy needed a little sunshine and some friends that could keep him company.”

Lucky for him, he didn’t need to be good at making friends when it came to Asmo. The boy had made a beeline to him almost immediately when his family came to the park. With Big brother Lucifer trying to keep an eye on all of them, it was easy to scurry away every now and again. Most of the time his attention would be on Mammon, who would get himself into some sort of trouble and almost give Lucifer a heart attack. Lucifer hated driving one of his brothers to the ER especially if it could have been avoided. Of course, learning wasn’t one of Mammon’s strong suits and usually he would end up in some sort of cast or sling every other month.

“Hi! I’m Asmodeus!” Asmo chirped, eyes trained on Solomon as the breeze pushed him gently on the swing. For a moment, Solomon stopped. He turned to look at his nanny on a park bench not too far away. They smiled at him and motioned for him to talk to the other child. “Well? Doncha’ got a name? You can call me Asmo if you wanna, a lot of people do, but I really like my full name. Can you not talk? Beel ‘n Belphie can’t talk yet but they’re little, but you’re not little like them. Can’t you talk?”

“I can talk,” Solomon muttered softly, fingers clenching against the chains of the swing. This boy talked a lot more than Solomon was used to. Silence usually filled his days with the occasional hum of the TV in the background, and he was okay with that. This was unusual and uncomfortable. “And I have a name. My name’s Solomon.”

He looked down at the ground as he spoke, but that didn’t stop the other boy. “Solomon?” Asmo repeated, leaning over in a rather awkward position and tilting his head upwards to look the other in the eye. “I’ve never met anyone named Solomon before,” he said, face scrunching up a bit, in silent contemplation.”

“Sol-lo-mon-nuh. Solomon …. Solomon!” Asmo jumped back with a smile, startling Solomon just a bit, “I guess you’ll be the first Solomon to be my friend!”

“I guess.”

“You should be happy! You’re the only Solomon, and that means your special .”

Asmo grabbed at Solomon’s hand, almost pulling him off the swing, “You should play with me Solomon! I know how to play the best and funnest games! My brothers never wanna play with me because they’re boring or too little, but you won’t be like them!”

And so Solomon made his first friend. Of course, it wasn’t like he was a willing participant in the friendship, but Asmo never really gave Solomon time to speak. The boy spent most of his time telling him what to do or how to play his games right, and Solomon spent most of his time not really understanding what Asmo was talking about. Just when he thought he understood, Asmo was taking his hand and dragging him somewhere else. Slowly, Solomon grew accustomed to the way things were going between him and Asmodeus. He really seemed to love Solomon’s attention, clapping with delight every time Solomon followed along with one of his little games.

“Pick that flower for me,” Asmo said, pointing to a bright yellow dandelion on the playground’s edge.

“That’s not a flower, it’s a weed,” Solomon frowned. It looked like a flower sure, but dandelions were weeds. Not flowers.

“I don’t care. It’s pretty and looks like a flower, so just… Just pick me a flower!” Asmo huffed and crossed his arms, cheeks puffed up in a pout.

Solomon laughed and stood up, walking to the playground’s edge. Asmodeus wanted a flower… He looked around the area for a moment before his eyes rested on a patch of flowers growing on the other side of the fence row, just out of sight from where he and Asmodeus had been sitting. It’s petals were a bright yellow and the centers were pink. The edges looked frilled and reminded Solomon of the pie crusts his nanny would sometimes make. That was Asmodeus’ flower. After making sure no one was around to see him, Solomon reached through the iron bars and grabbed one, he heard the snap of the stem and quickly brought it back over to the other boy.

When Asmo saw it, his pout completely vanished, “Oh….”

“See? That’s a lot better than a weed,” Solomon proclaimed, puffing out his chest a bit.

For the first time that day. Asmo was silent.

Then Lucifer came to collect Asmo, and it was more than obvious he didn’t want to leave.

“ Please Luci ,” he sniffled, “Just a few more minutes!” The commotion had quickly brought Solomon’s nanny over to see what all of the commotion was about. They were honestly surprised to see the young man with the rest of the kids. He couldn’t have been much older than seventeen.

“Asmodeus, it’ll get dark soon. The twins need to sleep and-”

“ Lucifer! I need to charge my phone! It’s gonna die soon!”

“Lucifer! Satan punched me!”

“Did not! Mammon’s just a wimp and a liar!”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“ Nu-uh !”

“ Uh-huh !”

“You’re just-!”

“ Enough! ” Lucifer groaned, rubbing his temples, “We need to go home now Asmodeus. No more few minutes. No say goodbye.”

“ Wait ,” the nanny spoke up, “Lucifer, perhaps, if it’s alright, we could schedule another playdate? Solomon here, well, I think he’d like to see Asmodeus again. Wouldn’t you Solomon?” Solomon looked up at Asmo for a brief moment, before turning to his nanny and nodding slowly.

They smiled and quickly pulled out their phone, “If you wouldn’t mind giving me your number, I can send you a text and we can set up another playdate.”

Lucifer looked down at Asmo’s big teary eyes, and at the perennial still clutched in his hands. There was really only one thing to do here. Besides, having some friends (who could potentially be good influences) would be good for Asmo.

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“Luci is my oldest brother, he looks after all of us, sometimes he’s a little mean, but he makes in up to us by cookies or sometimes he’ll read us extra bedtime stories. He’s gonna go to college and get a adult job so he can get us a big house. Mammon can be okay sometimes, but he also protects us from bullies Levi plays lots of games. He’s really good at them, sometimes he lets some of us sit in his lap and play too. Satan is really smart, he reads a lot, and sometimes he’ll let me listen. His books are are boring but don’t tell him that. Belphie and Beel just learned to walk not too long ago, but you can’t really talk to them.”

“What about your parents?”

Asmo had been going on and on about his family as he gently touched the petals of his newest flower. Solomon gave him one every time they met, even if Asmo forgot to ask him.

“Oh… They took Lily one day and never came back. She was our sister… So now we live with some guardians. They don’t really do much for us though,” Asmo murmured, holding the flower a little closer, “What about you? Where are your parents?”

“Never really been around. My nanny stays with me most of the time, but that’s it. Sometimes I think that they’ll go away and never come back.”

“That’s what mine did.”

They were both quiet for a moment, Asmo huddled close to Solomon, gently caressing the petals of the flower before him. He liked Solomon a lot… “Don’t leave me okay?” he sniffled, “Because I’ll cry if you do… I’d cry harder than I ever did before.”

“I won’t leave you. Not in a bajillion years.”

“Not even a hundred bajillion?”

“Not even then!”

Asmo giggled and wrapped his arms around Solomon. He knew he would keep his promise. He just knew it. Even if a hundred bajillion years passed, Solomon would still be with him. “Okay, in that case,” he tapped Solomon’s shoulder, “Tag! You’re it!” Before screaming and running out of the playground tunnel.

“Nuh uh! No fair! I’m gonna catch you Asmodeus!”

Lucifer watched from a little bit away. It was nice to see his brothers happy. They were kids (not that he wasn’t he just… Forgot from time to time, and besides his brothers needed to come first) they needed to have some fun.

“Isn’t it cute? They’re just little kindergarten boyfriends,” the Ash grinned as they sat down on a chair opposite from Lucifer. They handed him a cup of coffee and turned back towards the kids, “I haven’t ever seen Solomon like this before. He’s usually so reserved and quiet. He’s actually acting like a kid for once.”

“Usually people think Asmodeus is a little too much. I like seeing my brothers happy,” he said, sipping at the cup in his hands.

“If you ever want to, you know, do fun stuff, I don’t mind if you wanna drop them off. You’re young, that’s-”

“No, it’s fine. I can do it. I’ve done well so far and kept them safe, so I can keep doing it,” he said. There was an air of finality about his words. Lucifer’s mind wouldn’t be changed, “But, if Asmodeus wants to come over and spend time with Solomon, he most certainly can… Or if Solomon wants to come over.”

“Gotchu!” Solomon grinned, wrapping his arms tightly around Asmodeus as he giggled and squealed. He wasn’t going to let go, and he didn’t mind. They were going to be together forever.

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alex-ruins-everything · 3 years

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Turning Pages - Chapter 2

Intrulogical bookshop au! Read the whole thing on ao3 here.

Remus had walked by the bookshop at least three times before finding it. All because Roman’s dumb car broke down he was stuck carting his brother around. Eventually he did spot the shop Roman had gone off to (to annoy poor old Virgil of course, because bothering your boyfriend at work was peak romance, right?). It was a wooden storefront and a bell tingled as he opened the door, looking around as he was hit with that immediate paper smell. God no way that was just coming from the books, they had to have a candle or some shit lit somewhere. He glanced around, looking for his brother, but his eyes landed on someone much better. That man behind the counter was hot in a way Remus didn’t usually notice but goddamn, he was noticing now. His eyes lingered for a second before he raised his voice.

“Roman! If you don’t quit making out with Virgil against a bookshelf I’m gonna leave your ass here!” he said, shooting an annoying smile at his brother when he finally showed himself.

He looked around while Roman paid, not finding too much interesting until he joined him by the counter, taking another look at the man there. He was almost sure the guy’s name tag had been printed but nope...it was just painstakingly neat handwriting. Logan. Well, the face had a name.

“Nice to meet you, Specs,” he winked after Roman introduced him. “Now c’mon. If I don’t get to chase geese I’m throwing you in the pond.”

Roman bid the bookshop guy bye bye and finally they were back into the sweltering heat. Remus had commented earlier that if he had the chance he would 100% kick the Sun’s ass for making it so hot. And he stood by that. The two of them finished their day and Remus got to chase his geese like he wanted - until the geese started chasing him and then they went home. He couldn’t get that bookshop guy out of his head though for the rest of the day. Or the next day. Eventually he had to ask Roman what he knew.

“So, that bookshop dork. Specs,” he said, leaning against the doorframe of Roman’s bedroom. His brother was sitting on his bed with a sketchbook in his lap shooting him a questioning look.

“What about him?”

Remus took that as indication enough and he entered, sitting in Roman’s desk chair with a spin. “What do you know about him?”

“Logan? He’s a total stiff,” Roman laughed lightly. “Why do you care?”

“Hey, am I not allowed to be intrigued by people?”

“Not the way you get ‘intrigued’, no. Re, Logan won’t go for you. Hell, I’m pretty sure he only has eyes for that bookshop and the occasional biography,” Roman stated, adding a few more lines to his drawing.

“Once again, I am not lusting over a nerd who wants to fuck his books. I was just asking!” Remus said, putting his hands up in faux surrender before getting up. “At least I don’t spend my days there following the emo around like a lost puppy!”

And with that he slipped out of Roman’s room, laughing as shouts of protest followed him. Days passed and Remus went about his life until Saturday when he found himself at the thrift store that was right down the street from that bookshop. Well, surely it wouldn’t go hurt to visit. Right? He could have played it off as visiting Virgil, but Virgil didn’t work weekends so he was most likely back at Remus’ house with Roman. He got his excuse though when he reached the shop, a sign out front advertising that Patton’s Reading Circle was happening in about ten minutes. Ah, fate had given him impeccable timing today.

Remus pushed the door to the bookshop open, that same bell tingling. It wasn’t hard to spot where the book reading was going on. It was where the crowd of little kids and their tired looking parents were gathered. However he was keeping an eye out for a different spectacled bookshop employee. Logan wasn’t anywhere in eyesight though as Remus took a seat by the circle, figuring he had some time to kill anyway. Might as well learn why you shouldn’t give a mouse a cookie or whatever. He took a seat on the carpet with all the kids, blatantly ignoring the odd looks the parents gave him. He did accept the fruit snack offered by the kid next to him, leaning back on his hands as some guy in glasses came out holding a book and said hi to everyone. Remus figured that must be Patton. He looked like a total dork, but in a different way than the nerd Remus had come to see. His book reading wasn’t too shabby either, though it was far too vanilla for Remus’ taste. It ended and he clapped along with the kids, not moving from the carpet for a bit as kids joined their parents and either left or went to roam around the bookshop. It was a lot busier than the weekday Remus had been here before.

Eventually he stood up, going to a display and flipping through the book Patton had just read. It was very convincing that you should under no circumstances give a mouse a cookie. Remus’ attention fell away from that as he spotted a book on marine biology, leaving the cookie book on the display in a haphazard way. He picked up the marine book, flipping through. It had scientific illustrations...his favorite kind. It was like a grown up picture book!

“Can I help you find anything?” a familiar voice asked and when he looked up from his book there Logan was. Still as handsome as the day he saw him. “Oh, ah...Remus. Hello.”

“Howdy, Specs,” Remus grinned, happy this trip hadn’t been for naught. “How’s it going?”

“I’m quite adequate, thank you for asking,” Logan replied, his eyes glancing to the book in Remus’ hand. “That’s an excellent resource, it goes quite in depth on the flora and fauna of the bottom of the sea. Though personally I find all of that unsettling. If marine life is your thing we have lots of books on it.”

Remus almost could have laughed at that. Ah, such a salesman. He noticed Logan had a different tie on today, though it was still in shades of blue, this time a neat dot pattern instead of stripes.

“Maybe next time you’ll have to show me. I think for now I’ll just take this one since it's apparently an excellent resource,” he said, shutting the book. “I was also wondering if I could take you out for some coffee maybe. What time’s your break? I can hang around.”

Logan opened his mouth and closed it again before adjusting his glasses. “I appreciate the offer, Mr. Kingsley, however I have already had my break so I will have to pass. If you’re all set I can ring you up?”

“Yeah, I guess just the book then,” Remus shrugged, slightly shocked by being turned down, but not too discouraged.

As Logan was ringing him up, he felt his phone buzz in his back pocket, a text arriving from ‘Two Face’.

‘You coming today or no?’

Remus typed out a quick reply, watching Logan stick his book in a paper bag after sticking a bookmark between the pages for him.

‘Fnnshng smthng up, b thr soon. You want cffe? Usal?’

His texting was headache inducingly hard to decipher sometimes, but those close enough to get lots of texts from him had figured it out already. He got the buzz and the ‘yes’ as a reply, sliding a twenty over to Logan as payment. He stuck the change in the near empty jar on the counter that read Employee Book Fund with a smiley face under it.

“Thanks for the book, Specs. I’ll be sure to let you know how I like it,” Remus promised, gripping the paper bag in a fist. “Have a good one.”

“Goodbye, Remus,” Logan bid him farewell, motioning for the next guest in line to come forward.

Remus was off to the coffee shop first, getting the two drink orders before heading over to Janus’ house. Oh he had tea...and not just the kind he had just gotten from the coffee shop (because of course Janny drank tea). No, he had to gush all about this bookstore boy that he definitely had a crush on at this point.

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snarkwrites · 3 years

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Title: gray wool socks

Theme: fireplace/stockings

Fandom / Character(s):Ray Palmer x OFC! Avaleigh Benson, second part. Legends of Tomorrow.

Warnings: uhhh. unabashed fluff fest here +... Maaaybe a little bit teasing/innuendo and making out.

I made the moodboard thing. Don’t steal or repost/claim as your own.

Word Count: uhh.. 300 to 700+, roughly.

So this is the SECOND part to Ray and Avaleigh’s story. The first part, Heat [m], was the first night of 12 days. The third part is coming up soon and I did another moodboard/blurb for that, cookies/baking and gingerbread... and now, in this part, Ray and Avaleigh are STILL stuck in the 1950′s, working on their first/second year. And neither of them really want to go back.. They’re settling into a slow and lazy and comfortable routine for themselves. This is just.. the two of them... being cute/flirtatious as they decorate the house for the holidays and celebrate their anniversary...This is my entry for the day for @12daysofchristmas 12 Days of Christmas challenge that is being hosted by bae @chambucks, btw.

Also, again.. I made the banner for this. Don’t steal or repost.

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He was sitting by the fireplace, the warm glow lighting his face as brown eyes moved over the stack of papers in front of him. I leaned in the doorway of the study, watching him with a goofy smile on my face and my fingers toying with the beautiful silver locket he’d gotten me for our first anniversary.

This time last year if anyone even hinted that I’d enjoy being stuck in the past… Or that I’d fall head over heels with Ray Palmer, who is my opposite in pretty much every way imaginable, I probably would’ve laughed and told you that you were insane or something.

But I was and I had.

I stepped into the study and slid the pocket doors shut behind me softly, slinking towards the spot Ray sat in at his desk. I straddled his lap and reached for his hand, gently prying the papers and the pen loose. His hands moved over my sides and he blinked, trying to rid his eyes of strain. His eyes roamed over my body and he swallowed hard. A hand stopped on my bare thigh, squeezing a little as he chuckled quietly and pressed his forehead right against mine.

“Someone looks warm and cozy.” his mouth brushed against mine with every word and I mumbled back with a soft laugh and shrug, “I am, actually. I’d apologize for stealing your shirt but honestly, it’s so soft and it smells just like you so I’m not sorry.”

“I’d complain but honestly, I’m enjoying the view far too much.” he chuckled quietly, clearing his throat. “Did you get the decorations ready?”

“I did. They’re all out in the living room.” I nipped at his bottom lip, every intention of distracting him from both the tasks he currently had at hand. “You need a break, baby. All work and no play makes Ray a dull boy.”

His hand skimmed my thigh and he groaned when I scooted just a little closer, giving a teasing little wiggle as I settled myself into place, pressing against him lightly. Fingertips dug into my thigh and he nipped right back at my lip, musing quietly, “Are those my socks too, princess?”

“Mhm. They’re knee socks on me, you’re an actual giant.” I teased gently and Ray shifted around in his chair, causing me to rub right up against him. His fingertips dug into my thigh just a little more and he chuckled quietly against the deepening kiss. “If you keep teasing me, sweetheart.. The house isn’t going to get decorated. And that means that we’ll have to do it tomorrow… Instead of spending all day in bed together like you specifically said you wanted to do. Or going out to play in the snow.”

I sighed, fluttering my eyes open and closed, cozing myself against him just a little bit more, putting my arms around his neck. Nodding, I gave a soft laugh as I leaned in and outright stole another kiss, “You’re gonna love the stockings I managed to get, I think.”

He smiled, giving a soft groan when I rubbed against him again, accidentally on purpose. “I am, huh?” he asked in a quiet and soft husk, “Do you think maybe I can unwrap something tonight? Because I very much want to.”

“Oh, I think that can be arranged, baby. Because I very much want you to.” I mumbled back against his mouth, teeth tugging at his bottom lip as I deepened the kiss.

I know exactly what I came in here to do. Distract him. Love on him a little, because I just can’t stop myself from doing so.

Guess that just shows how content I truly am at last. And hopefully, just how much I love Ray and the life we’re building while trapped here in 1950…. I still can’t believe that it’s been an entire year...

#12 days of christmas #12daysofchristmas #ray palmer fanfiction #ray palmer fanfic #ray palmer imagine #ray palmer imagines #my writing; ray palmer #my moodboards; ray palmer #my fics; ray palmer #part 2 of 3.

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perseusjackson-jasongrace · 4 years

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His Blood Runs Gold IV

Percy is a God: Part IV

Here’s my masterlist for the next part and my other stuff

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we are products of war

and enemies of peace

we are universes finally standing still

ready, ready, ready

to destroy us all

this time

there is only power baby boy

and i will be brutal.

“Hey,” Jason said faintly, tapping the bubble.

Percy stood from his perch on the rock and waved goodbye to the school of fish he had been talking to. “You’re awake. How are you feeling?”

“Like I haven’t slept that well in months.”

Percy produced an immortal grin at that, “You hungry?”

“Starved, you got any of those cookies?”

“You sure you don’t want a proper meal first?”

“Where are we gonna get a proper meal from? My backpack has some lonely granola bars and possibly a fast over-ripening banana.” His eyes furrowed in confusion.

The God simply smiled, “What do you feel like?”

Jason gave him a look but said, “Breakfast burrito?”

He laughed, flicking his wrist and before the demigod could blink a foil-wrapped cylinder appeared in the bubble.

Mouth hanging open, Jason grabbed the burrito and unwrapped it before staring between the God and his breakfast like his head might explode.

“I promise it’s safe to eat.”

“You can just- you just?” The blonde was at a loss for words.

“Believe it or not, it isn’t really handy now. When I was a demigod, I would have loved to have that neat little trick but these days I don’t need to eat much.”

“Well if nothing else I’m keeping you around for that alone.” Jason mumbled around a mouthful of food.

“So you’re just gonna use me for your own selfish needs?”

“Mhmm it may be nice to use the gods for once, instead of the other way around.”

“Fair enough,” He shrugged, and wondered when he’d stop feeling the blow of that statement, uttered so many times by his friends and former camp-buddies alike.

He knew how they felt, hell he had felt like that once; but since becoming one of those gods it was hard not to feel hollowed out. He knew the half-bloods wouldn’t outright curse them, but Percy still heard all their bitter thoughts, He wasn’t sure if it was because he was the god for demigods that the whispers followed him around like a ringing in his head.

Jason’s voice pulled him back to the present.

“Anyway, thank you for the breakfast,”

“Uh yea no problem. So, I was thinking about the prophecy and the direction of the north star,”

“Yea what about it?”

“We’ve been heading south and if my coordinates are correct, we should reach the equator in a day or two”

“Are you saying we’re headed in the wrong direction?” Blue eyes widened.

“No, I think your direction is good, I do think, however, that the arrow isn’t on land. I think it’s in the ocean just before the equator.”

“Why there?”

“You can only see the north star in the northern hemisphere, after the equator it disappears. The further south you go the lower on the horizon it is, which means at some point it looks like it’s on the horizon or close enough.”

“So, you’re saying the arrow sits underneath the star at its lowest point?”

“That’s the idea.”

“Okay that’s good news.” Jason took a deep breath, raking a hand over his face. “I guess we just wait for night and keep following the star.”

‘Actually…” Percy grinned,

“You have a plan?”

“If we just have to get to the equator, I can take us there now.”

“How would you know when we’re there?”

“I know the coordinates at any time when I’m at sea. Son of Poseidon and all that.”

“Well I’m convinced.” Jason nodded, thoughts fluttering behind his eyes. “How are we doing this?”

“I think it’s time to call in a friend.”

With a low whistle, that defied the laws of nature, because how on earth do you whistle underwater, the God whipped a dazzling smile over his shoulder.

“Do I want to know what you’ve invited to the party?”

“You’ll see.”

Just then the water rushed around them. When the clouds of sand and swirling water disappeared a beautiful, iris-coloured beast revealed itself, along with a cyclops already barreling towards them.

“Brother!”

They slammed into each other and Percy was grateful for his godly bones, because he’s sure his mortal ones wouldn’t have survived that collision.

“Hello Tyson, how are you?” He laughed in relief, in comfort.

“I knew I’d see you. A school of firemouth-killfish passed by and said you were around.”

“Thank you for coming. I’m helping Jason and I need Rainbow’s speed.”

“Of course, brother. What are you doing?”

“Jason has a quest to find Eros’ arrows.”

Finally Tyson looked over Percy’s shoulder to see the demigod still wrapped in a bubble, bobbing behind them.

“Jason. I haven’t seen you in a long time.”

“Hello Tyson, how are you?”

“I am good. And you are good?”

“Yes thank you. How’s Ella?”

His brother flushed a red as bright as Corallium.

“She is nice, fine.”

Percy decided to put the poor cyclops out of his misery and focus their attention on the mission at hand.

“Rainbow, can you take us where we need to go?”

The hippocampus gave a noise of agreement and brushed its head along Percy’s arm.

“We must be off,” He said, turning to Tyson.

“When will you be back?” A brown eye blinked in question.

“As soon as Love finds us, I guess,” Percy winked.

It was Jason’s turn to blush the colour of coral, but the god was already looking away, turning to hug his brother.

“I will see you soon Tyson.”

“Goodbye Percy,” and with a wave to Jason the cyclops was gone.

“Alright Jas–“

Percy had felt the deepest senses of fear and love and sadness many times, but never in his twenty years of life had he felt such raging, storm-filled anger. For standing behind an oblivious Son of Jupiter, ready to pounce was a sea creature that probably spawned from the depths of Tartarus itself.

It hadn’t noticed the God, or it wouldn’t even have dared come close to this space.

With a light brush against Rainbow’s side, the hippocampus disappeared. He turned fully, focusing on the beast, hiding himself within the folds of the current. He watched as it slithered out it’s tongue in sickening excitement.

“Jackson you were in the middle of saying something?”

He didn’t bother replying as the creature looked up, finally taking notice of everything other than his prey.

“Hello, found something to enjoy?”

“What?” Jason said

“This fight it not with you Percy Jackson,” It gurgled

Before they could take their next breath, the monster swiped its tail through the bubble and slammed Jason to the ocean floor. Something cracked, the demigod did not rise again.

Percy’s smile was sharp and terrifying.

“That,” He laughed, “Was not very smart.”

With a single movement of his fingers he wrenched the water from the monster’s body.

It seized and gasped, flopping about in the air pocket it found itself in.

“The fight is always with me if it involves my friends,” Malice dripped from the God’s lips.

The monster tried to respond, try to splutter and roar but there was no water in its gills. It gasped and writhed, attempting to escape the air.

Percy simply smiled, darkness gleaming in his green eyes, and watched as the Ketos Troias suffocated.

“Jason slayed you when he was fourteen, just a young demigod, but you decided to come back and oh what a horrible mistake that was,” He wondered briefly if he sounded as manic as he felt, and then decided he didn’t care. “Because now, now you have to deal with me, and I will not make it pretty.”

“I will kill you Percy Jackson,” It rasped.

“You can try.” He laughed, and then spat, “And it’s Lord to you.”

Its eyes widened as Percy revealed his godly form, golden light basking him. With a final roar, the monster turned to dust.

He heard a gasp from below and saw Jason finally coming to it, pushing on the walls of the new bubble Percy had formed around him.

“Are you okay?”

“Feel like I’ve been smacked with a ten-ton sledgehammer and I may have a broken rib but otherwise dandy.”

“Oh good, here’s some ambrosia.” He handed a small square to the demigod who nodded in thanks and gobbled it down.

“Was that the Trojan Sea Monster?”

“Yes, seems it was feeling revengeful.”

“Did you send it back to whatever hole it came from?”

The grin that graced his face could kill mortals, “It’s scattered in the deepest depths of Tartarus. It shouldn’t bother you in this lifetime again.”

“Shall we go then?”

Jason stared at him, and grinned back.

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One of the strangest things I’ve ever googled was “type of fish off the Liberian coast” because i needed Tyson to be accurate when he told Percy fish had been talking to him. So yes firemouth-killfish do in fact exist and they do reside in the North Atlantic Ocean. Liberia is around where i pictured the two would be at this point. Anyway just some fun fic A/N’s for ya.

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thewidowsghost · 3 years

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Chapter 8 - (Y/n), Julie, and the Phantoms

3rd Person POV

Julie glances nervously at (Y/n) and (Y/n)'s gaze strays across the gym.

"Hey," the boy who was controlling the lighting steps up to the two girls, (Y/n)'s right arm resting lazily on her bass. "Where'd the rest of the band go?"

"Wait," a girl standing next to Carrie says. "Were those holograms?"

Julie looks at the girl, and nods. "Yes! Yes, they were holograms," she chuckles softly. "(Y/n) plugged it into the ceiling projector before the show."

Natasha's eyes sparkle as she looks up at the two girls on the stage.

"Laser beams. Reflection beams. Angled mirrors," (Y/n) says with a shrug. "Bam! There's your holograms ma'am!"

There is a collective laugh and then the group in the gym cheers.

(Y/n) nudges Julie with an elbow, letting out a laugh. She chokes back another laugh as she sees Reggie shaking his butt at the group of students behind him, but, of course, they cannot see him.

"Okay, people, show's over," the principal says, clapping her hands. "Let's get back to class, please."

"Mrs. Harrison, I am so sorry for not asking permission," Julie says, and (Y/n) shoots her friend a grin as she walks off the stage.

Natasha, who had remained behind, smiles at (Y/n) and, out of the corner of her eye, sees Alex send her a smile.

Both (Y/n) and Natasha watch was Julie and Mrs. Harrison hug.

"I think it worked," Natasha says and (Y/n) lets out a soft laugh.

"You think?" (Y/n) smiles, moving her guitar to rest against her back instead of her front.

"To Honors Trig we go," Natasha says with a groan.

"Lucky for us," (Y/n) agrees with a roll of her eyes. "I've got to drop this off in the music room to grab later."

(Y/n) shrugs her right shoulder, the bass shifting up slightly.

"Wouldn't want to ruin it," Natasha agrees.

"Wanna walk with me?" (Y/n) offers, a shy smile on her lips.

"I don't tolerate anyone else," Natasha says.

"Yet you're on a lacrosse team," (Y/n) points out as the two walk out of the gym and to the music room.

Natasha watches (Y/n) as the girl carefully puts the bass into a cloth carrying case.

As (Y/n) and Natasha emerge from the music room, they follow Julie and stop behind her as Carrie and Nick talk to her.

"It was a lot better then when you cried and ran out," Carrie says.

"Hey," Nick tells his girlfriend, "maybe we should . . . get to science."

"Uh, yeah, then maybe you can study the chemical properties of manners or something," Julie says and Carrie scoffs.

"Was that supposed to be a comeback?" Carrie asks.

"Better than your performance earlier," Natasha says coldly, her emerald eyes hard as she gazes at the shorter girl.

Julie looks back at the redhead, and smiles in thanks.

"Nick," Carrie turns to her boyfriend, then looks Natasha up and down. "Explain to me why she's," Carrie says the word with disdain, "on the team?"

Natasha raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms, her biceps flexing as she does so, "Better me than you."

Carrie looks the redhead up and down again before turning and walking away.

A little while later, (Y/n) drops her guitar off in the studio, winking at the ghosts as Natasha looks around the rooms appreciatively.

"Don't tell me how to ghost!" Alex says and (Y/n) looks towards the door.

Thinking quickly, (Y/n) says, "Do you want to go get ice cream or something?"

(Y/n) pulls the guitar out of it's carrying case and hangs it back on the wall.

"Sorry, it was -" (Y/n) is cut off by Natasha.

"I'd love to," Natasha says.

"Oh, okay," (Y/n) catches Reggie's grin, and her cheeks go slightly pink realizing that she had an audience.

"Come on," Natasha says with a laugh.

"Give me a minute," (Y/n) tells the redhead as she steps inside Julie's house.

Ray looks at the the girl from his spot on the couch. "Hey (Y/n)," Ray says.

"Hey, I'm going out with a friend," (Y/n) tells him. "I'll try to be back before four-thirty."

"See you soon," Ray says, nodding to the girl. "Oh, have you seen Julie?"

"I think she's with Flynn," (Y/n) answers. "Love you."

"Love you too, (Y/n)," Ray tells the girl, and (Y/n) smiles.

(Y/n) grabs a jean jacket and slides her wallet and phone into one of the pockets, then closes the door, turning to Natasha.

"Ready?" Natasha says with a charming smile.

(Y/n) gazes at the redhead and with a laugh, Natasha waves her hand in front of (Y/n)'s face.

"Are we going now?" Natasha asks, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Right, yeah," (Y/n)'s cheeks dust a light pink. "Sorry, Nat."

"It's okay," Natasha says as the two begin walking. "I thought it was cute."

A little few minutes later, the two are sitting in a little diner, waiting on their shakes.

"So, you wanna tell me about your band?" Natasha asks. "Holograms are pretty cool."

(Y/n) goes to say something, but the waitress, a girl a little older than Natasha and (Y/n), puts the shakes down on the table. She then sets a plate of cookies on the table. "For you, Cutie," the girl smiles at (Y/n).

"Uh, thanks," (Y/n) shifts uncomfortably.

(Y/n) looks down at her hands, but catches the glare that Natasha sends the girl.

"Hey," Natasha's voice was soft. (Y/n) looks up at the lacrosse player. "You okay?" she asks, concern licking her words.

(Y/n) smiles softly, her brilliant (E/c) gaze sparkling. "Yeah," she says and Natasha nods.

"So, about those band members?" Natasha asks, her silvery-green eyes twinkling.

"Why, you got a crush on one of them?" (Y/n) asks in a teasing sort of tone, but she felt a pang, realizing that her crush might not like her back.

"Naw," Natasha says, stealing a cookie off the plate between the two. "Just wanna know whats up with these holograms."

"Can you keep a secret?" (Y/n) asks, taking a sip of her chocolate shake.

Natasha nods, leaning forward slightly.

"The boys in mine and Julie's band aren't holograms, they're ghosts. When we play together, people can see them."

The silence stretches out for a moment and Natasha looks at the girl.

(Y/n) finishes her shake by the time Natasha speaks. "Are you sure?"

(Y/n) laughs. "Yeah, come on." (Y/n) leaves fifteen dollars on the table, and then stands up. "It's almost time for practice."

"You're insane," Natasha grumbles.

A few minutes later, (Y/n) and Natasha get back to Julie's house, stopping when they see Flynn and Julie clearly arguing.

"No, if I'm gonna hear a song from your imaginary ghost band, I want it to be perfect. So, get back in there."

"Come on, (Y/n)," Julie says, and Flynn turns to look at (Y/n) and Natasha. "We've got half an hour. Oh, Natasha, you're welcome to hang around if you want."

Half an hour later, (Y/n) opens the door. "Come on," (Y/n) says, waving her hand.

Julie rolls her eyes at Flynn's reaction and she and Natasha walk inside.

"All right, guys," Julie prompts.

"You ready?" (Y/n) finishes, suppressing a laugh at Natasha's quizzical expression.

"Uh, actually, can go over there?" Julie says, placing a hand on Flynn's shoulder.

"Reggie needs space to rock out," (Y/n) tells Flynn. "He feels kinda weird walking through you."

Flynn laughs, "Boy, when you create a world, you really live in it."

"Just sit," Julie pulls up a chair and (Y/n) pushes Flynn into it, Natasha perching on the arm.

"If you'll notice, there's no equipment that will produce a hologram," (Y/n) gestures around before grabbing her bass from this morning.

"The guys took a poem that I wrote about you and put it to music," Julie says and Flynn nods in approval.

"Aww! I wish I didn't have to talk to your dad after this," Flynn says and (Y/n) grins, shaking her head.

"Flynn, you're awful," (Y/n) laughs.

"It's called 'Flying Solo,'" Julie says and (Y/n) begins playing a series of notes on a Lightpad.

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If I leave you on a bad note Leave you on a sad note Guess that means I'm buying lunch that day I know all your secrets You know all my deep-dish Guess that means some things they never

They never change We both know what I, what I What I mean When I look at you it's like I'm looking at me

My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo without you Hey, yeah, yeah Hey, yeah, yeah My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo without you

Yeah, you know who I'm likin' way before I liked them, duh 'Cause you liked them first And if somebody hurts you, I'm gonna get hurt too That's just how we work, yeah, that's just how we work

It will never change We both know what I, what I What I mean When I look at you it's like I'm looking at me

Natasha walks over and she and Flynn go to touch Reggie on the shoulder, but their hands go straight through.

"Weird, right?" Reggie asks with a grin.

"They're ghosts," Natasha says, raising a ginger eyebrow.

"Oh, we prefer, uh, musician spirits," Alex says and (Y/n) laughs, Reggie pointing to the drummer.

"Julie, (Y/n), does this mean you two are joining our band?" Luke asks.

"Uh, I think your joining their band," Flynn and Natasha say in unison.

"Imma go with what they said," (Y/n) and Julie say in unison.

My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo without you Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah Hey, yeah, yeah My life, my life would be real low, zero, flying solo without you

You

"Still wanna talk to my dad?" Julie asks.

"No," Flynn chuckles, "I'm good."

"Still think I'm insane," (Y/n) asks, her eyes sparkling.

"Pretty much," Natasha says and (Y/n) laughs.

Reggie chuckles at his two friends interact with the others.

Flynn turns and hugs (Y/n).

Word Count: 1744 words

So yerp, here's Chapter 8. I don't got much to say, so Imma go.

Love y’all! Kaitlynn ❤️😍

Tagging: @sarcasticallywitty15

#orphan reader #reader insert #julie and the phantoms #jatp #fem reader #alex mercer #reggie peters #luke patterson #julie molina

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chemicalcindercat · 4 years

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After Marinette finds out she’s pregnant, her and Adrien’s lives change. The problem is, Adrien still hasn’t proposed to her yet. With his reputation as a model on the line, and Marinette struggling with the idea of having to potentially give up being Ladybug, the young adults have a lot of challenges ahead of them.

Chapter Summary: Dinner at the Dupain-Cheng bakery is fun, especially when Marinette and Adrien have an extremely important announcement to make.

Chapters (2/15): 1 | 2

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: T (For violence and hints of adult themes)

Relationships: Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir x Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug, (Some side ships of minor characters, but mostly just Adrinette)

Additional Tags: Pregnant Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Unplanned doesn’t mean unwanted, Baby on the way, Tikki can’t decide if she feels like an aunt or a grandma, All Plagg cares about is cheese, Protective Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir, Adrien is gonna be a daddy, Post-reveal, Marinette Dupain-Chenge needs a hug, Expecting, Bun in the oven, hahaha, GET IT, Because Mari’s a baker, eheheh what am I even doing with my life, a pun in the oven, aPitO

Marinette wasn’t sure how she expected Adrien to react to the news that she was pregnant, but she definitely wasn’t expecting him to start crying. Her beloved partner in crime hugged her close to himself, and for a moment Marinete had a fleeting feeling of fear at the thought of Adrien not wanting the baby. And then he picked her up (fairly easily, with how small she was compared to him) and spun her around, laughing.

“Mari...Oh, Princess, this is wonderful!” Adrien put her down after a moment, and Marinette couldn’t help but smile, relieved at the realization that they were tears of joy , not sadness or anger. Adrien wasn’t upset that she was pregnant, he was excited!

“How long have you known?” He asked, after hugging her and laughing for a while.

“Not long. I didn’t know for sure until a few minutes ago.” Marinette explained. “I threw up earlier while making the cookies, and then thought about how my period skipped last month, so I decided to go get a pregnancy test.”

“You should’ve texted me! I would’ve come home immediately, you’re far more important than some silly photoshoot.” Adrien said, with a big grin on his face.

“Well… I didn’t want you to panic… So I decided not to tell you about it until I knew for sure.” Marinette looked away, all of her feelings of uncertainty coming back. Adrien noticed, and the smile on his face faltered.

“Mari… Why were you crying when you came out of the bathroom?” He asked softly, putting a hand on her cheek affectionately.

“Well…” Marinette sighed. How could she even begin to explain all of the emotions swirling around inside of her? It was like she was feeling every single emotion inside her all at once. She glanced over into the kitchen, where Tikki was quietly talking to Plagg. “I just…” Marinette looked down at her hands, receiving a reassuring squeeze from Adrien’s, before looking back up at him. “I’m just… Really, really surprised, that’s all. It’s… It’s extremely unexpected, you know? I mean, we were so careful… But one slip up was all it took…” Her shoulders started shaking a little.

Adrien smiled softly. “I don’t feel like it was a slip up at all. True, we didn’t necessarily plan this… But it’s happening, and it’s an amazing thing, Mari.”

Marinette started to smile more at that. “You’re right. I didn’t think of it like that, I guess.” The bluenette relaxed a little, a true smile on her face. “So… What now? We were supposed to go to my parents house for dinner tonight, should we still go? I can’t wait to tell them, but do we need to go to a doctor first?” She tensed again, starting to panic slightly. “W-what if something happens, what if I-I’m not really-”

Adrien interrupted her by pressing a finger to her lips. “Hey, hey, hey, shhhhh, calm down, Princess. It’s alright.” He soothed her. “About that, I have to go back and meet up with my dad tomorrow to discuss the photoshoot.” He sighed, glancing at the Kwami’s that seemed to have finished their conversation in the kitchen. Marinette followed his gaze, and couldn’t help but notice how concerned Tikki looked.

“So, why don’t we go over to your parent’s house tonight, and share the news with them? Tomorrow, I’ll schedule an appointment for you, and then afterwards I’ll go meet up with my dad. Does that sound good?”

Marinette thought for a second. She didn’t want something bad to happen to the baby. If she got her parent’s hopes up just to find out something bad happened, it would be awful. However, she really needed her parents right now. In the two and a half years it had been since her and Adrien finished high school, they had spent a lot of time with her parents. Marinette hadn’t moved out of her parent’s house for a while at first, busy pursuing her dreams of becoming a fashion designer (at least, as far as her parents were concerned; they didn’t need to know most of her time was spent saving Paris from Akuma attacks). Adrien, on the other hand, moved out of his dad’s house as soon as he was old enough to. Their relationship was extremely strained, and finding out about Gabriel’s secret hobby of using innocent people to try and steal their Miraculous certainly didn’t help things. Marinette and Adrien had moved in together shortly after finding out each other’s identities (and of course dating), a few months after the end of school.

“...Mari?” Adrien repeated gently.

Marinette smiled softly and nodded. “Yeah, I like that plan. I like it a lot.” She glanced back into the kitchen. “Until then, wanna help me with the cookies? I kinda forgot about them.” She explained, walking into the kitchen and picking up the bowl. Adrien started to follow, until he heard her sigh. She turned around, giving him a stern, yet playful look and shaking her head.

“Honestly, Chaton, you couldn’t stop yourself from getting into my cookie dough?” She scolded. “You ate half the bowl!”

Adrien tried to keep a straight face, but couldn’t hold it in anymore when she started waving a whisk around at him as she lectured him. He burst into chuckles, blushing slightly at how adorable his lady was.

Marinette tried to keep her stern face, but couldn’t help but start giggling herself.

“Hey, don’t laugh when I’m scolding you!”

Tom had just finished decorating a batch of cupcakes when Marinette walked in.

“Papa?” The young woman asked, poking her head into the door.

Tom grinned, and set down the last cupcake. “Marinette! You’re here early,” he said, taking off his apron and coming over to hug her. “That’s my daughter, I’m proud of you, showing up early to places!”

Marinette laughed, and hugged her dad back. “Hey, dad. I missed you too.”

“Oh, Marinette? You’re early!” exclaimed a voice from behind Tom. Marinette peeked around him to see Sabine standing there, a big mixing bowl in her arms. She pulled away from her dad to run over and throw her arms around Sabine.

“Maman!”

Sabine laughed. “Have you missed me? You know you and Adrien are welcome anytime!”

Tom’s eyebrows shot up, and he turned around quickly to see Adrien standing in the doorway. “Oh! Adrien! I’m sorry, I was distracted by Marinette. Come on in!”

Adrien listened, stepping further into the little bakery and shutting the door behind him. “It’s alright, don’t worry about it. It’s nice to see you guys.” He greeted Tom with the common kiss on both cheeks, and then turned to Marinette.

Marinette let go of her mom, and looked around, taking in a deep breath. “Ah, the bakery smell. I always miss this.”

Tom moved to wrap an arm around his wife, and they exchanged happy expressions. They were proud of their daughter, who was not only in a pretty serious relationship with the boy she had been in love with for a couple years, but also doing fairly successful in building her own career for herself. Yet as happy as they were for her, they couldn’t help but miss her. Tom understood his daughter was busy now that she had her own adult life to take care of, but he wished she would come over and visit a little more often.

“Well, proud as we are that you made it early, dinner won’t be ready for another twenty minutes at least.” Sabine explained, smiling as she noticed Marinette grab the hand of Adrien, who was standing next to her awkwardly. “It’s Flamiche, so it’s just gotta sit in the oven for a while longer.”

Marinette gasped. “Oh, actually, that’s perfect! We uh... Adrien and I have something we need to talk to you guys about.” She took in a deep breath and looked around. “Do you guys wanna go up to the living room? You might wanna be sitting down for this…”

Sabine looked up, confused, at Tom, who looked just as confused. “Alright…” Sabine said, nodding at Marinette and shrugging. “Sure, if you think that’s best.”

A couple minutes of excited-nervousness and confusion later, and all four adults were sitting on the couch upstairs. Adrien squeezed Marinette’s hand reassuringly. “Do you want to start?”

The young woman nodded nervously. “Of course. They are my parents, after all.” Marinette turned to face her parents, who were looking even more confused than before. She took a deep breath. “Maman… Papa… I… I’m pregnant.”

…

There was a moment of silence as both of Marinette’s parents processed what she just said.

…

Tom was the first to react.

“You’re pregnant?!” He exclaimed, jumping to his feet. Marinette jumped in her seat, not expecting the sudden movement. “I can’t believe this! This… This is… great! I’m going to be a Grand-père! A Pépère!” Tom tugged Marinette up off of the couch, pulling her into a bear hug. “I can’t believe it!” He repeated, laughing.

Marinette smiled softly, waiting for him to put her down.

“Have you gone to the doctor yet?” Sabine asked, as Tom put Marinette down and repeated the action with Adrien. “Do you have any details? How far along, gender, that sort of thing?” She glanced at her husband and laughed a little. “Tom, I know you’re excited, but you should let the young man breathe.” Tom listened to his wife, smiling nervously and apologizing to Adrien, who looked downright honored to have been bear-hugged by his girlfriend’s father.

“Well,” Marinette started to explain. “We just found out this morning. It started when I got really nauseous and threw up because of milk.”

“Hahaha, my daughter, upset by milk? Not a chance!” Boasted Tom, having finally sat back down.

Marinette smiled, and then continued. “Then, once I thought of the possibility, and did some math, I realized I was overdue for a certain something, so I went to the store and picked up a test. Sure enough, two lines. We didn’t want to bail on dinner, so we’re waiting to make an appointment for tomorrow. Besides, I wanted you two to be the first to know, anyways.”

“Oh, Marinette, this is great! I’m so happy for you!” Sabine said, opening her arms wide in a gesture for a hug. Marinette happily complied, relaxing in her mother’s arms. “And we are so, so happy you came to us first.”

“This is perfect!” Exclaimed Tom, grinning. “I’ve been wanting to bake cookies lately, but I haven't been able to come up with any new themes lately. I’m going to bake baby cookies!”

Marinette pulled away from her mom and looked at her dad, laughing. “That sounds like a great idea, Papa! You could do little bottles, or rattles!”

“That’s a great idea! My daughter comes up with the best ideas!”

“What about rubber duckies?” Marinette suggested.

“Yes!” Tom smiled even brighter. “And until you find out the gender, I have plenty of neutral colors of icing we could use! Come on!” He put an arm around and led Marinette upstairs, still rambling about babies. “My grandchild will be the best baker in the world!”

Sabine watched them go upstairs, laughing and shaking her head, before she turned to Adrien. “We should probably follow them up there; dinner should be done at any moment anyways.”

Adrien nodded. “Yeah…” He rubbed his arm nervously. “Uh… Mrs. Cheng?” He asked, glancing over at her.

Sabine smiled softly and sat down next to him. “Adrien, you know you can call me Sabine…” She reassured him. “What’s troubling you? I know this all must be very overwhelming. I love my husband very much, but not everyone has his unwavered enthusiasm.”

Adrien nodded again. “Yeah… But don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I’m not excited! I’m so happy about this! I just…” He trailed off, trying to think of the best way to word it. “Are you… upset?”

Sabine furrowed her brows. “Why would I be upset?”

“Well…” Adrien sighed. “We didn’t wait until marriage to… We’re not married. Does that upset you at all?”

Ah, so that’s what was troubling him. Sabine’s expression softened. While she would’ve preferred her daughter to be a little more responsible and wait until marriage, Sabine trusted Marinette. Sabine looked away for a moment, trying to decide how to approach this. Finally, she turned back to Adrien.

“Do you plan on proposing to Marinette?”

…

“Of course!” Adrien exclaimed, his face lighting up. “She’s amazing! Marinette is smart, and beautiful, and she always puts others before herself! She’s adorable, and she makes the best jokes, and she’s brilliant! Have you seen the designs in her sketchbook? She’s brilliant! And she’s so brave, and responsible, she’s going to be such a good mom, and-” Adrien’s eyes widened, and he blushed, slightly embarrassed. “...And I’m rambling. To her mom. Obviously you already know how amazing she is, you raised her to be the amazing person she is.” Sabine smiled. “I guess, what I’m trying to say,” Adrien continued, “Is that I’m in love with her. I’m so, so in love with her.”

“Well, the way I see it,” Sabine put a hand on his shoulder. “You are definitely in love with my daughter, and my daughter is definitely in love with you. If you two really, truly love each other…” She smiled and shrugged. “Sometimes things happen in a different order.”

Adrien stared at her for a moment.

“Can I… Can I hug you?”

“Of course.”

When Adrien and Sabine made it back upstairs, Marinette and Tom were standing next to a table, leaning over it. Sabine went into the kitchen, after waving for Tom to follow her. Marinette turned around, grabbed Adrien’s hand and dragged him over to the table. There was an open sketchbook sitting there, the two pages completely full of sketches of baby-themed baked goods.

“Look, look!” Marinette exclaimed, pointing down at one of the sketches. “It’s a teddy bear cookie! Isn’t it just the cutest?”

Adrien smiled and hugged her. “It really is adorable, your parents are gonna be rich if they use these ideas.”

Marinette smiled wider, before glancing over towards the kitchen, where her parents had disappeared to. “What took you and Maman so long to come up?”

Adrien took her hand and squeezed it gently, smiling. “Nothing too special, we just had a nice talk. It was… It was nice. Your parents are amazing, and it makes me so happy when they include me and make me feel accepted.” Marinette kissed him. “They really like you, you know.” She said, after pulling away. “Like, really like you. Whenever I come over without you, they won’t stop asking where you are, or how you’re doing, or when they’ll see you again.”

Adrien smiled, his eyes almost watering. “You have no idea how happy that makes me feel… I feel like I’m finally part of a real family.”

“Well, this happy family is about to have a very happy meal. I’m starving. ”

Adrien laughed. “Well, let’s go help your parents set the table, and then you can have a huge helping of Flamiche. After all, you are eating for two now. We have a hungry little kitten you have to worry about feeding.”

Marinette giggled, and then stopped suddenly. “Hey, why can’t the baby be a little ladybug? Why do they have to be a kitten?”

“Because kittens are cuter, are also, I think ‘little kitten’ is a purrfect nickname.”

Marinette sighed, laughing.

“Well, I can’t argue with that logic.”

#apito #mlb #miraculous ladybug #adrien x marinette #pregnant marinette #dinner with the family #big news #hopefully tom and sabine don't seem too ooc #i tried my best okay #fanfic

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pinkykitten · 4 years

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Mirrors of Nightmares

IT chapter 2

Bill Denbrough x sister! female reader (non-romantic)

Warning: gore, blood, violence, horror, death, cursing

Specifics: horror, platonic, violence, angst, action, one-shot, race neutral reader, brother/sister

People: bill denbrough, little boy, pennywise

Words: 1,513

Requested: By anon Hi!!! I just saw it chapter 2 and it was so good! Could you write where the reader is bill denbrough little sister (by like 1 or 2 years) and she was apart of the losers club and they come back to Derry and she goes with bill in the mirror maze and after the kid dies she has a panic attack and bill has to help calm her down and comfort her?

Authors Note: my first IT fic! i luv this movie franchise thing sm like yall have no idea. my fav is richie and i luv bill hader on a scary kinda level u know? but im srry for taking a gazzilion years, life is a butthole and keeps me away from fun and u guys.

It was fear. You felt almost your stomach drop entering into Derry again, after so many years. As trees move side to side from the wind and shake so did your hands. You began to see yourself as fragile and weak once more, just like when you and the rest of the gang were little. Sometimes you felt alone in all of this nightmare, like the world was a vast, endless space of black nothingness and you were fighting to stay alive, all alone. Bill - your brother - made you look at life through another lens. He kept you alive. He made you feel strong. Whenever life seemed unbearable he was there for you just like the older, protective brother he was. His number one - when entering into this memorable town again - was making sure you were safe.

If only he could suck - like a vacuum cleaner - all those terrible moments from that terrible clown that laid burrowed in your head.

In the moment of hero or a savior you put someone above you. Someones safety and life on top of your own. Their life is in your hand. No matter what you do you are the ending decision of their fate.

“Not this little boy,” you cried in your mind as you and Bill teamed up as sister and brother, like a team, but it was no cheerful time. Time was ticking and either you and Bill stop Pennywise from hurting this boy or the boy becomes non existent.

The carnival was supposed to be a trip full of laughter and fun but instead it made you anxious. Hearing the different, loud noises made it difficult to focus, along with the hoard of people leaving and entering.

“This way,” Bill waved his hand forward as he started sprinting.

You followed him, feeling your heart beat rapidly and vigorously. Your eyes tried to find the little boy. He was not safe. He was in grave danger. “There!” You see the young kid giving tickets to a little girl. “He’s right there.”

“Hey! Hey kid!” Bill shouted as he ran to the child. “Kid!”

The blonde haired boy walked in the fun house. Not knowing the evil that followed him.

“He can’t hear us.” You both jump into the twirling of the carnival entrance and are greeted with neon, glow in the dark clowns that sway back and forth on a path.

One hits Bill as he passes. You go to his aid. “Are you okay Bill?”

“Yeah I’m fine. Lets go.” He grabs onto your arm, protectively.

As you proceed there is a huge room filled with only mirrors. It makes you dizzy and unsure as you see you and Bill through your reflection. “Where did he go?”

“I don’t know but stay close.”

Lights were blinking constantly making your eyes and head hurt. You and Bill touched the mirrors to try to find an exit to continue on to find the kid. That was all part of the game, all part of the chase. The kid walked by further away.

“Kid!” You and Bill shouted over and over in unison.

Bill ran and was greeted with glass or the mirror.

You went to the opposite end to try to find another way to the child seeing as Bill was blocked all around. You knew this was Pennywise’s doing. “I know I can find him.” You were met with a dead end and tried to go back to Bill but you were enclosed in one area. “Bill!” You got frightened as you couldn’t go back to him. The side you were on was getting smaller and as you turned to your right you saw the little boy.

“Y/n!” Bill screamed. He sprinted to you and the kid but was met with another glass.

You saw Pennywise walk past you with a horrific smile on his face. “Bill I saw IT! IT’s here! He’s here!” Bill’s forehead pressed against the glass. He felt powerless.

You placed your hand on the glass. “Whatever happens Bill promise me you will help that boy. Please.”

Bill started to panic as his breathing became harsh and tears were starting to fall from his eyes. You were his baby sister, he vowed to protect you all his life. “N-o y/n! N-n-no!” He tried breaking the glass.

“What are you two doing here?” The kid was confused. “Both of you stop following me!”

“We’re only trying to help you,” you said.

“I-I’m gonna g-get you both o-o-o-out.” Bill became more and more afraid.

Suddenly, behind you and the child Pennywise laid his long tongue flat against the glass, licking up. The sight and noise was chilling. The face of the little boy’s was traumatic.

“No stop. Stop!” Your whole body shook.

“Please,” Bill cried some more feeling useless.

“I’m here. I’m right here just t-take me,” Bill pleaded to Pennywise.

Pennywise started to cackle as he hit the glass of yours and the boys with his head.

“Son of a b*tch!’ Bill cursed.

You screamed as Pennywise did it harder and faster. You and the boy both huddled by the corner of your glass rooms. Bill, repeatedly, tried breaking the glass. He tried with his hands, fists, feet, but nothing worked. Your eyes teared up as you saw the glass cracking with each blow Pennywise gave it. This was the end. It was either you or the kid and a hero puts the kid first. You gave a knowing look to Bill to remind him of what you asked for.

Pennywise paused and gave a huge, demonic smile. “Billy boy, which one do you choose? The boy or your sister?”

“No Bill don’t do this. Remember what I told you.”

Bill screamed, “stop! No!”

“I am going to give you a riddle. If you guess right you save the kid but I kill your sister, if you guess wrong I save you sister but I kill the kid. You only get one try and if you don’t answer at all,” Pennywise smile grew, “I’ll kill them all.”

There was an argument going all around. Bill felt pressured and didn’t know what to do. He loved you more than life and needed to save you but the boy also needed saving.

“Bill please, I’l be fine.” You smiled, tears falling down.

“...fine. I’ll do your riddle.”

“The person who built it sold it. The person who bought it never used it. The person who used it never saw it. What is it?”

Bill thought in his head all the possibilities.

“Bill choose-!”

“No helping him,” Pennywise shook his finger. “Time is ticking, what will it be? You only have one chance.”

One chance to choose the fate of the people in front of him.

“A lie?” Bill asked.

The world became quiet and Pennywise’s smile enlarged showing more teeth and fangs. “If only you said coffin.” Pennywise broke through the glass and ate the little boy right up.

Blood splattering on the glass.

You and Bill screamed as the lights flickered showing a gone little boy who knew nothing of this nightmare and was purely innocent.

“No,” you felt defeated, crying. You and Bill finally met up at the exit of the mirror rooms.

“Oh my God,” Bill embraced you. Fighting the urge to sob uncontrollably.

“I’m sorry Bill. If I didn’t leave you none of this would of happened.”

“Its not your fault.”

You remembered that boy. How scared he looked but yet there was hope in his eyes. Hope that the adults would save the day. The memory of his wine colored blood splattering on the glass flashed within your mind. You bent over a trash can to hurl.

Bill patted your back, “that’s it. Let it out.”

You couldn’t breathe. The drumming within your chest increased to a rapid pattern. You tried to search for a comfort object that your eyes could land on. The activity was busy at the carnival and made it worse for you. The noises, screams, cheers. Panic was bubbling in your gut and you were about to erupt like a volcano. “Bill.”

Bill knew that look. For Pete’s sake you were his sister! He pressured you to sit down and tuck your head in between your legs. “Breathe y/n. You’re okay. I’m here and I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.”

You did as you were told. Gripping onto Bill’s hand like when you were little and you ran to his room claiming you saw a monster under your bed. He would let you cry and console you. He was your calming system. You felt at home and safe with your big brother. Bill hugged you and you leaned your head against his shoulder.

“Sometimes I think I’m crazy, that its all in my head.” You sniffled. Voice rough and scratchy from the screaming and crying. “Then IT does something like that that makes me see that its all real. That Bill, that is what scares me the most.”

“I know,” he whispered. “I know.

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