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nacrelyses · 3 years

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okay brain if i make the post will you shut up

so love, me normally can be interpreted in a romantic sense, and it would make sense for it to be interpreted in a romantic sense of someone who desperately wishes they weren’t so different from the norm, so “bad”, so “abnormal”; that they’re so tired of being different and being treated different that they just want to be loved like they’re normal, loved like a nobody

but that’s not what i’m making this post about god damnit keep on track-

[under a read more because it’s very heavy. tw external and internal queerphobia, existential despair, also this is so long oh god 2k words]

i could make a joke about how “cross my i’s, dot my t’s” is a joke about going on testosterone but uh i’m just going to talk about first stanza

“I was delivered holding scissors, I live deliberately, I’m a quitter And a winner anyway, cause I never agreed to participate in this game”

this’ll come up later in this long ass post but the child is delivered holding the scissors to cut their own umbilical cord. when a child is born and they are a queer individual, it is up to them to cut the ties that hurt them the most - even the most close and familial ones. in the way that an umbilical cord is cut because the baby no longer needs the mother’s nutrients, the child is born with the inevitable fate of having to cut off those whose approval and love they can no longer thrive off of, or can no longer receive. or, it could be a metaphor for the scissors of fate, where the child is born with their fate in their own hands and they, being an outlier in queerphobic society, must make do with what they’ve got.

“i live deliberately, i’m a quitter” the child lives deliberately in their quest for self discovery and their need to understand and accept their queerness but at the same time they are a quitter in all the things that society considers normal but they cannot utilize to function: a white collar job when the child is an artist, a nuclear family when the child just doesn’t want one, keeping in contact with your parents when the parents do not accept their child.

“And a winner anyway, cause I never agreed to participate in this game” this comes up later in the post as well but yeah the child never agreed to participate in this game of life. they didn’t ask to be a player, but by default of their unwillingness and their lack of consent, they are made a winner because they are the only player at the table of their own life. they are made an unwilling winner for something they never had the consciousness to consent to experience. they can be called “strong” later in life for overcoming queerphobia, lauded as a “winner” over their oppression, but it rings hollow because to be a real winner, you have to have agreed to be playing in the first place.

and then the chorus, this is pretty obvious. like the

“And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal I suggest that we keep this informal Cause a normal human being wouldn't need To pretend to be normal to be normal Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya To be normal in a way I couldn’t be C’mon, c’mon, and love me normally”

because you know, that could kinda be interpreted as a queer child talking to their queerphobic parents. it doesn’t fucking matter if their parents are proud of them for their grades or their achievements now because no matter what, they’re proud of the persona of the child they’ve constructed for themselves. they’re proud of a fraud. the child knows they’ll never truly be loved the way they are, that their parents will only love who they want the child to be and they’ll only love the image they have of their child. think of it like internalized queerphobia, homophobia, transphobia, the idea that similar to i/me/myself, it would be easier if i were a girl [or cisgender, for a general application] and it would be easier if i were normal. the child would rather be normal in the way their parents see normal and they feel that they owe their parents, for all their parents have done to provide for them and pay for their bills and everything, the bare minimum of pretending to be normal so that they don’t break their parents’ hearts. and it’s really for the sake of everyone in the family because if they’re outed, the parents will argue, the parents will be sad, their siblings will be upset by the arguing and the mourning, they feel as though they owe their family this bare minimum of pretending - both for their own safety, and for the prosperity of their family. moving on.

“If I could live in third person, well I don’t think life would be much worse than it is In the current tense, presently, this sentence ending in question marks or dot dot dot…”

the child feels like if they were an outsider witnessing their own life in a third person perspective, it still wouldn’t change a lot. or it wouldn’t be much worse, it might actually be better, in a sense, because they’re fully disassociated from the identity that alienates them so from their parents and their parents’ approval. but they’re living in first person, so this sentence (their life, basically, drawing upon how a suicide prevention thing a while back was using a semicolon as a symbol of your life being an author’s sentence) ends in two ways. a question mark, showing how their existence as someone outside the “norm” of a queerphobic society is rife with constant questioning and identity gaslighting because of how “abnormal” it is to deviate from the norm that you are left without many resources to figure yourself out. you die at the end of the day perhaps not even knowing who you truly are because society has not yet normalized terms that could better articulate your identity, and because you can never really know yourself. or, your sentence ends in a dot dot dot. forever unfinished. you leave with so many loose ends - maybe you move out and cut off contact with your family forever, and live perhaps happier but never knowing if they change their mind (oh god now i’m thinking about change your mind from steven universe and how steven’s entire story is a metaphor for the trans experience). maybe you decide to continue pretending and you cut off the option of really getting to know yourself a little bit better, and you die never knowing who you could have been. so living in full disassociation would at the very least not be much worse than how the first person tense currently is.

“I drank myself to death to be the afterlife of the party When the afterparty came, I was rolling in my grave”

no i am not an alcoholic, thank you very much, i am a responsible person. but the substance abuse reference can be applied to any self destructive habit that arises out of a need to cope - in this case, the child’s need to cope with their fractured identity. maybe they turn towards being hyperfeminine or hypermasculine in an attempt to feel connected with their assigned gender, which branches out into so many different destructive habits (aforementioned drinking, drugs, eating disorders, etc). they do so to become the “afterlife” of the party - if you think about a “party” as a moment in time, it can be the moment you are in in your life. the child turns towards these destructive habits to try to achieve the unachievable. to bring the afterlife into life, to bring their parents’ false image of the child into fruition when that is never impossible and that in itself becomes destructive. but they do this in the current moment of their life, in the current party, so when the afterparty comes, they’re already dead. when the afterparty comes, they roll in their grave because it’s a hollow call for what they could have been: a more genuine person to themselves, a happier individual free of parents’ queerphobia.

“I want you to love the way they so seamlessly, like a dream for me, so beautifully, oh so dutifully jam that square peg in the round hole in their hearts”

the bridge monologue is very very romantic-coded and i don’t think i can pull much meaning from the first bit but here, have the “jam the square peg in the round hold in their hearts”. the child has learned to “seamlessly”, like a second instinct, to jam the square peg of their parents’ false image into the round hole in their hearts, to somehow cram something into a space that was never meant to fit and should not be fitted at all. this quote speaks as though it’s the child talking to their parents, telling them, “i want you to love me, but you are only loving me as i am now, when i am literally destroying myself to be who you’re capable of loving”

“I want you to tell 'em that you love the way that they don't stick out like sore middle fingers That they crawl their way up the side of the bell curve, stick their flag in the peak, and slide their way back down I want you to tell them that you love the way that they're not maladaptive, not malcontent, not malignant or maleficent, but rather that you love them exactly the way that everybody else is”

yep. so the bell curve, the statistical graph, the idea that their child could sit perfectly at the average as the cishet kid their parents expected them to be. the way that they’re not “maladaptive, not malcontent, not malignant or maleficent”, which can all be adjectives weaponized in queerphobic rhetoric against the queer community. and the final line, that their parents love the child “exactly the way that everybody else is”. their parents hold their child to a supposed “norm” that does not really exist because of how suppressed queerness is in society, that the norm is most likely not the norm at all and who’s to say what’s a norm? their parents love them when they are “normal” and it feels like that’s the only way they’ll ever be able to love you. they’ll not be able to learn how to love a different you.

“I was nothing before so I couldn’t have asked to be born I'll be nothing again, so what am I between now and then? Is there nothing to fear? Cause sh*t's getting weird So to God who made this man, you better have one hell of a plan”

deep breath. okay. okay. first of all, will wood’s inflections from the last line of the first bridge all throughout the second bridge are gorgeous and hit so hard.

but yeah. here we go here we go ho boy

the idea that birth in itself is actually an immoral thing, since children don’t ask to be born. they don’t ask to be brought into this world, to experience this world, to develop mental illnesses and to face queerphobia or discrimination or danger in any sense because of who they are. they don’t ask to be born into a family that consistently alienates them and forces them to keep quiet about something that’s so important to them. and the child, in learning that their parents are queerphobic and will never accept them the way they are, realizes now even more that they never asked to be born. they didn’t ask for this closeted life. they didn’t ask for this kind of pain, this kind of false love, this kind of otherness. they never asked for any of this.

“i’ll be nothing again...” the idea that life is finite, that they’ll become that “nothing” they were before they were born if they come out to their parents because in that sense, it’s the parents asking themselves, “why did we have a child that turned out this way? we didn’t ask for this kind of child. we never asked for this kind of person. we never asked to raise them as they are now.” look if you can’t fucking accept that your child will be anything other than a cishet individual made to play out your nuclear family life so you can project your ideas of parenting and hopefully help parent your grandchildren in all the ways you fucked up your own kids i want you to-to- the window is right there. leave. fucking leave.

“Is there nothing to fear? Cause sh*t's getting weird So to God who made this man, you better have one hell of a plan”

is there really nothing to fear, from your parents? they’re supposed to be your closest guidance but is there truly nothing to fear from them if they hate the idea of who you really are? the child is questioning their identity (”shit’s getting weird”) and everything they’ve ever perceived their parents as is thrown up in the air.

and we can’t have all this internalized queerphobia without some religious trauma, can we? the child asks the all knowing, all seeing God, “what was your plan for me?” did this God intend for this child to have to go through this pain? this suffering which is often carried out in the name of aforementioned deity? this God better have one hell of a plan, really, because this child sure as hell needs one, and this God better have a good enough excuse to be able to redeem themselves in this child’s eyes.

all the choruses are just the child constantly asking their parents: “am i normal enough?” “do i need to pretend more?” “i know i owe you this much at least, can you tell me you love me? the normal me?” “can you tell me you love me at all?”

#this was over 2k words but here *throws this and dives out the window*#will wood #the normal album #love me normally #also god bless tumblr never putting word limits on their posts #will wood analysis #love me normally analysis

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your-averagewriter · 2 years

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The Ghost: Part 1

Part 2

Summary: It’s Christmas time and Ghost (yn/reader) has a mission, to find the boss of The Tracksuit Mafia and kill them. Just starting the mission, she takes a thug hostage then a certain man turns up asking for a favour. Clint x reader (kind of) and Kate x reader (Mostly Kate x reader although that will be in part 2 rather than this part)

Includes: brief sexual reference, violence, guns, swearing and saying ‘Jesus Christ’ in the none religious way.

It’s based off the show Hawkeye although I haven’t finished the show yet (I need to watch ep 5 and 6). Enjoy reading!

Word count: 2K words

I run through the traffic, hood up, mask on, chasing after a group of criminals who call themselves The Tracksuit Mafia. Couldn’t they have thought of a better name for themselves? I guess not. All I know about them right now is that they’re armed and at least a little bit dangerous with all their arsenal. There’s at least 4 thugs in their truck but there could be up to 8. Cars beep at me as I jump on top and run across the oncoming traffic, I leap across onto a car in the lane next to me and keep running forward. I click a few buttons on my wristwatch hastily and a rifle drops down from the air into my arms. I kneel down, one knee propping myself up and I aim the rifle, it moves slightly as the car moves. One suppressed gunshot fires and it hits the right front tire causing the truck to swerve off the road. The tires screech against the road as I throw the rifle back in the air, it disappears.

I press some more buttons on my ‘watch’ and two pistols fully loaded with a few extra rounds drop down into my hands and I jump down from the car and approach the truck putting the ammo in my pocket. One of the doors opens and a man jumps out of the car whilst one shoots at me from the window. I shoot a couple of bullets before diving behind a concrete barrier. I hit one of the guys in the shoulder but he’s still shooting (haphazardly and badly but still a potential threat). I look over the top of the barrier and I’m met with a round of bullets so I duck back down till I hear him reloading his gun. I look over again and shoot the one reloading in the leg causing him to yell out and fall, giving me an opportunity to shoot the other guys exiting the truck.

They’re all armed with guns which have clearly been sourced illegally. I sigh as I push the trigger and I’ve run out of bullets. I reach into my back pocket and grab a round of ammo for one of my guns, I throw the other to the side. The empty round drops out the gun and I shove another one in. The concrete barrier is barely standing as round after round of bullets has hit it so I run across the other (the concrete barriers are in a semi circle shape) and I shoot the thugs as I go, I hit all but one. My gun is pointed at him as he backs up a little towards the truck, I shoot him in his arm. He yells in a different language.

“Do you speak English?” He shakes his head, quivering a bit. “Well then, you’re not of much use to me.” I raise my gun to his chest as he shakes his hands and starts speaking in a European language. He makes praying hands and starts blabbering on whilst crying.

“Okay! Fine, Jesus Christ,” I facepalm. “I’ll let you live but you’re coming with me” He sighs in relief as I lower my gun and he starts thanking me. I pick up the pistol I discarded earlier and throw it into the air after the first one, they both disappear and the man (already on the ground) shuffles backwards quickly yelling something that I assume is about magic.

“Yeah, yeah, get over it.” I roll my eyes and pull out a pair of pink belt-like handcuffs with bright pink fluff on the rim.

“Oh,” I chuckle, “Wrong ones.” I didn’t know those were in my pocket but his face was quite funny.

“I meant these ones.” I pull out a pair of metal ones and he offers his hands behind his back, still quivering.

I lead him back to my current location. It's a spacious flat in the middle of New York but I won’t stay here long. Once I’m sorted with The Tracksuit Mafia I’ll move again, god knows where. I don’t have an actual house so it’s likely to be somewhere new. I pull off my mask and throw it up into the air, it disappears and I take him through back alleys till I see a taxi, I wave it down and I make sure the thug gets in first, I follow him.

“Can you take us to (*pretend this is a real address*) please?” He nods and starts driving looking a bit hesitant seeing the scared man next to me.

“Umm, are you two dating?”

“Ahh, no, this is my cousin, he’s not from around here. I’m showing him around this brilliant city”

“Oh, that’s nice of you.”

He seems convinced but I throw in a kind smile to secure the lie and he smiles back. Minutes pass as we drive through the city and pass skyscrapers, we reach the address after the brief ride.

“Thanks for the ride, here’s the money.” I pass him a tenner and he gives me a couple of quid change.

I push the thug gently out of the car as the taxi drives off, I make sure no one can see the handcuffs and enter the apartment building. I quickly say hi to the teenager sitting behind the desk of the lobby and I take the man towards the elevator.

“No way I’m taking the stairs again” I whisper under my breath.

The elevator doors start to close and I press the seven button, slowly it ascends to floor 7 and we exit the elevator without much trouble although the music is always shit in this place. Leaving the elevator I pull him along with me as I walk down the hallway to the right apartment. We walk down the corridor till we get to number 17. I pull my keys out of my pocket and fiddle with them trying to find the right key, when I finally do I unlock the door and kick it open. I push the man inside and he stumbles, once both in I shut the door and kick some stuff out of the way, mostly books and takeaway boxes.

I pull up a wooden chair as the man looks rather lost but fascinated at the same time as he looks around the room.

“Come here.” I gesture for him to sit down and I re-adjust the handcuffs so he’s attached to the chair.

I tap my watch a few times and duck tape drops down into my hands. I start wrapping it around his ankles, tying him to the chair. I do the same to his torso and I tie his handcuffed hands to the back of the chair, you can never be too careful, not that he looks like he could escape. I step back and look at him completely strapped to the chair barely able to move and I smirk happy with my work. I pull up another chair, a more comfy office chair that spins and I sit on it a metre or so away from him.

“So, what’s your name?” I emphasize it again after I don’t get an answer. “Name?”

“Mikhail.” I nod.

“Okay, Mikhail, where’s your boss?” No response, I doubt he understands. “Where’s the big guy? The boss?” Still no response. “Where’s your leader? Your superior?” This isn’t working very well.

Time to switch tactics.

I grab my gun from the counter and point it at him.

“Where is your boss?” My voice is raised this time and It’s more aggressive. He starts getting scared again and I can sense tears aren’t too far away.

“Mik-” I start but my phone rings. I lower my gun throwing it on the counter and I pick up my phone. It’s a flip phone, a burner phone so it has no numbers. I flip it open and click the answer button.

“Hello?”

“Yes, hi, hello,” An energetic female voice rings through the phone. “Is this Ghost?”

“Depends who’s asking.” By her voice I can tell she’s a bit younger than me, a few years or so.

“Ohh, of course, being anonymous and all that, I understand. Umm…my name’s Kate Bishop, I’m working with Hawkeye, Clint Barton.”

“Yeah, I know who he is, but that old trick isn’t going to work on me.”

“What trick, he needs a favour.”

“Yeah, right, you work with Hawkeye.”

“Yeah!”

“Sure, sure, do you want me to come over and help you and “Hawkeye”?” I roll my eyes.

“Oh, yeah that would be great!” This girl clearly doesn’t understand sarcasm.

“Yeah, still not working on me and I’ve got work to do, why don’t you go back to school or something?”

“No, no, I’m seri-”

“Bye, now!” I hang up. People need to stop trying the ‘I know Captain America, I know Black Widow’ bullshit. I’m not gonna fall for it. I roll my eyes again and discard it on the counter spinning around in my chair before the flip phone rings again. I sigh and pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Hi, it's me again...Kate…Kate Bishop?"

"Yeah, yeah, stop calling me, if you're really working with Hawkeye then make sure he calls me or something."

"Oh," she sighs, "Fine, expect a call later. Have a good day." She sounds a little defeated and I chuckle.

"I will be awaiting his call." I say in a funny voice and hang up.

Kids these days, I chuckle.

I spin around on my chair, pushing myself from foot to foot thinking of what I will do with the thug in my living room. After a while he starts talking, I think he's asking a question, it sounds like it.

"Do you...want food?" I say whilst showing him a loaf of bread pointing at it. He shakes his head but I get up and make myself a sandwich, a nice ham and coleslaw sandwich. Leaving the small kitchen I walk over to the area of the flat with an armchair. I sit down and slump into the chair eating my sandwich. I reach for the remote and switch on the TV. Immediately the news switches on and I'm met with a video clip of me (with my mask on) leading the thug away but there's no more footage.

I sigh as it dawns on me that I'm gonna have to kill this guy before the end of the week, he also knows what I look like so that would be a problem. I don't get paid enough for these jobs.

I sit around the rest of the day, reading books, magazines and anything with text. I do some research on The Tracksuit Mafia and I find out who the guy in my flat is.

Mikhail Yaranoff

No kids, no wife or girlfriend

34 years old

Has a criminal record

Three counts of murder, two women and a young child (all separate cases) and five counts of sexual assault.

Well, that makes me feel better about having to kill him I guess. I find out other irrelevant details about him then end up playing some free online shooter game which had pretty bad graphics.

Now I'm reading a book about the Avengers. It's all bullshit and none of it is actual fact. The author is a fraud but I can't stop reading it, it’s kinda funny.

That's when the doorbell rings.

Immediately I'm on alert, I hop up from my seat and grab my gun from the counter. I quickly tape Mikhail's mouth with duct tape so his speech is muffled then I approach the door.

There's no peephole thing on this door so I'm just going to have to risk it I guess.

Quickly I swing the door open stopping it with my foot and point my pistol to the person's facial area and cock the barrel back ready to shoot if necessary. He doesn’t react at all to the gun pointed to at his face

The man standing at the door is certainly no stranger. I lower my gun slowly and smile.

“So…What do I owe the pleasure of your presence, Clint?”

“I need a favour.”

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I hope you enjoyed reading this, I will hopefully make a part 2 and possibly more parts if I feel like it. I haven’t posted for a while so I hope you enjoyed this.

Also, I saw Spiderman No Way Home and it was so good! I love it! Did you guys like it?

Merry Christmas!

#hawkeye #kate bishop #christmas #marvel #MCU #fanfiction #fanfic #x yn #x reader #marvel x reader #tracksuit mafia #anti hero #ghost #clint barton

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cheegu3 · 3 years

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yooo i just thought of something else i don’t know where i’m getting these ideas from and i’m sorry if i’m being super annoying you don’t have to write it or you could wait like six years to write it if you don’t want to right now but i have another idea for yandere jay 🥴🥴

basically his s/o tries to be saved by pretending to order pizza for them but actually calls the police and tries to tell them her situation by pretending to order pizza, but he figures it out and stops her 😶

sorry if i’m pressuring you by bombarding you with ideas you don’t have to write them if you don’t want to 😭 you’re a queen and i hope you have a good day :)

Noo it’s okay cutie I only appreciate you!! I hope u have a good day too ;-; also sorry for lowkey writing smut again and then soft asf lmao

~ Trapped pt. 4 - yandere Jay ~

sooo i’ve like finally figured out how to end the series, can’t drag it out forever. Buuuut I can’t spoil wether it’s a happy or sad ending just throwing it out there :p

TW / trigger warning: yandere themes, abusive relationships, violence, gore, blood, murder, cursing, sexual themes

word count: around 2k

Summary: y/n is a stupid ass bitch who won’t give up

“ Get off me! “ you shrieked, still trying to kick him off. You heart was already beating a thousand times per minute thinking of his punishments that would follow this time. They only got worse as time went on. And now that he knew your soft spot, you were fucked.

You were met with a blank face when you were turned over to lay on your back. He was still holding your wrists in a firm grip but his expression baffled you.

‘‘ You’re..you’re not mad ‘‘ your voice sounded small, ready to flinch at the slightest movement in order to protect yourself.

‘‘ It was a fun game. That’s all it was ‘‘ he responded and got up, pulling you up with him and heaving you over his shoulder.

‘‘ Hey! Let me down ‘‘ you shrieked.

‘‘ Behave ‘‘ he hit your butt which made you shriek again and from your place you could see that he had started to move. The world was bouncing up and down. Your boyfriend went up the stairs and then towards your shared bedroom, throwing you down aggressively on the bed.

You held your breath and watched him pace back and forth in the room, still with a blank expression on his face.

‘‘ My punishment? ‘‘ you said slowly, like a question thinking that it’d be better to just get it out the way.

‘‘ You won’t get one this time- ‘‘ you looked up at him in surprise having stared at your hands ‘‘-BUT, if you try even the smallest thing I will make you feel pain like nothing you’ve felt before ‘‘ he smirked, knowing that it would probably happen very soon and the thought of punishing you again turned him on.

‘‘ I haven’t seen you cry in a while ‘‘ he suddenly said, lost in his thoughts and you saw the growing bulge in his jeans as he said this making you feel disgusted but also well..intrigued. You couldn’t deny that he was good looking he looked almost ethereal having his back turned gazing out into the garden through the window. His shoulders were so...

No stop stupid y/n! you thought to yourself and physically gave yourself a light smack on the head. You suddenly realised what he had said.

‘‘ What? ‘‘

He turned to you and sat down on the edge of the bed.

‘‘ Don’t worry. I’m sure it won’t be long until I do...’‘ Jay was speaking more to himself now than to you and when he trailed off he put his hands up to your face slowly stroking your cheek.

You smiled at his rare display of affection willingly letting yourself get pulled into a hug.

‘‘ I love you ‘‘ he whispered and rested his chin on your shoulder like a little kid clinging onto its mother.

‘‘ I love you too ‘‘ you ran your fingers through his hair.

You two sat like that for a while. It was peaceful like this, only the sound of your breathing filling up the room. Without noticing, he had pulled you down on the bed and now he was more holding you than you were him. The sleepiness had crept up on you and when he noticed, he started rocking you a little bit giving soft kisses to the top of your head. You tried so desperately to keep your eyes open but failed and the last thing you felt was the kiss of the person who loved you most.

When you woke up it was dark outside, assuming it was evening and you had just taken a nap. You listened for sounds and caught a few voices and clattering. The possibility of it being food made your stomach growl loudly so you made your way out of the bedroom. On the top of the stairs you saw that the dining table was decorated, several dishes peeking your interest. Jay was sitting on the chair on the furthest end facing the stairs. He was expecting you and gave you a warm smile when you met his eyes and made a gesture to the seat next to him.

‘‘ Morning sleepy ‘‘ you hurried down the stairs practically running and sat down next to him.

‘‘ Ha ha ‘‘ you said sarcastically and poked your tongue out at him.

Not giving it a second thought you started diving in not noticing your boyfriend watching you closely.

‘‘ What do you want to eat for dinner? I have some work to do, from home ‘‘ he asked once you had basically cleared the whole table, saying the last few words sharply. He could only refer to when you’d tried to escape when he was away at work...twice.

‘‘ Pizza ‘‘ you tried to ignore his tone, clearly he was still pissed and thought you would try it again.

‘‘ You call when you’re hungry yeah? ‘‘ he stood up and waved at one of the guards who called in a server to clear the table.

You only nodded and suddenly it dawned upon you. Another escape opportunity. He had told you to call which means that you could try the pizza method when you’re calling 911. Only what he said next would prove to be a slight hinderance to your plan.

‘‘ But you will have guards following you all day. Don’t try anything ‘‘ he smirked a little and left it at that, walking up the stairs and disappearing into his office.

Dammit

You could still try it, surely you still had a chance?

A hand firmly grasped your arm making you jump.

‘‘ Miss, Jay requested that you be in your room ‘‘

It was a guard, and another one in a black suit joined you on your other side. You felt trapped and so small.

‘‘ What the hell ‘‘ was all you could whisper out.

They had started pulling you up the stairs and when by the bedroom door, you were harshly pushed inside and the door slammed in your face. You had tried to turn around and push down the handle but a click sound told you it was too late. They had locked you in. And sure enough when you tried to push it open, the door didn’t move an inch.

You sighed and laid down on the bed staring up at the ceiling. You imagined that this day would be quite eventless, being locked up in your bedroom like Rapunzel you’d have nothing to do. You spent the day looking out of the window, thinking about freedom, just hating Jay in general, planning your escape, then hating him a little bit more and reading a book while taking a bath. When hours had passed by, as you could see on the large clock hanging above the door, you decided to put your plan into action. Clearing your throat and trying to come off as innocent as you possibly could you leaned against the door and said,

‘‘ Heyy, I’m uh hungry now. Jay said that I could call for pizza. ‘‘

Some rustling and grunts were heard, the door rattled and then the lock was turned. You were met with the grumpy face of one of the guards and also...

‘‘ Sunghoon?? ‘‘ you bursted out.

One of your boyfriend’s bandmates was standing there. Real and breathing. You had never met any of them since Jay was very possessive and protective, well more jealous in your opinion. He thought they would ‘’ steal you away from him ‘’. He bit his lip nervously, looking around as if waiting for someone to pop out at any moment.

‘‘ Listen we don’t have much time “

You couldn’t help but feel bad, he looked so stressed but also you were curious. How the hell did he even know about you? From what Jay had told you, no one close to him knew about your existence. The fact that his bandmate was here, talking to you was a mystery in itself.

“ what? What do you mean? “

The only reason you knew it was Sunghoon was because you had memorised all their names, because you were home alone one day and very bored. Jay had been at work and it was safe to say that he was pissed and suspicious of you learning their names, punishing you for it that very night.

“ I will help you escape “ he said as if it was obvious.

You suddenly were aware of the guards’ presence now and came to the realisation that they didn’t care. They were within a distance which meant they would be able to perfectly hear everything that was said. Yet, they didn’t seem worried or angry, maybe he had some good guards after all.

“ How? “ you no longer cared about how he knew about you or your situation. The thought of someone finally helping you even in the slightest way made you excited.

“ The pizza thing, you know that method when you pretend to order a Pizza but you call the police? “ he explained.

“ yes, I was gonna do that “ you answered a bit disappointed, thinking he’d come with something easier or revolutionary.

“ Okay good. I’ll try to distract him, the band is meeting here tonight and I think he had plans of hiding you in this room all night “

You nodded in agreement. Then he gave you a small encouraging smile and looked to the guards, slowly backing away and walking down the stairs. You were alone now and everything was on you, no time for mistakes. When Sunghoon had disappeared downstairs to the library you assumed, one of the guards handed you a smartphone.

Your hands were slightly shaking as you put the number in. The signals seemed to never end, before a spark was heard and a voice spoke, relieving your anxiety slightly. But then, the door to Jay’s office opened which made your heart skip a beat.

He was coming over here, he knew what I was gonna do. He’ll kill me, you thought and swallowed, trying to speak as casually as you could. No one had come out of the office yet but you heard voices from inside.

“ Hi, uh..I would like, I- “ you caught sight of your boyfriend, walking out with two other men behind him and he looked at you. He stopped for a moment turning his back to you and started chatting to the men again.

You cleared your throat, trying to not let the anxiety win. Everything was gonna be okay.

“ I would like to order a pizza “

You sounded a little bit more confident than before but on the inside you were screaming. You weren’t even sure if this was gonna work.

“ What? Ma’am this is the wrong number “

“ No, no no no! “ you shrieked, making Jay turn around and give you a curious look.

“ Oh yeah, the address it’s umm...it’s “

He was still watching you closely, and the fact that he hadn’t turned around to continue to talk was worrying you.

Instead he was moving, straight to you. And when you saw his eyebrows furrow and the look in his eyes you knew that he knew.

Paralysed with fear you couldn’t move and could only watch as he snatched the phone out of your hands. Everything became a blur, the voices fading out but amidst the chaos you could make out what would be the signal of the end of your escape attempt.

“ Yeah sorry. My wife is mentally ill, she often calls 911 to prank call or accidentally thinking it’s another number- “ he continued but you couldn’t hear at all now, only feel the tears that slowly traveled down your cheeks.

You didn’t even feel it when his guards dragged you into the basement as you stared hopelessly into nothingness. Only realising what was about to happen when the sound of the door being slammed was heard and the darkness surrounded you. Footsteps came closer and closer.

You were terrified. He was coming.

#kpop yandere #yandere kpop #music #kpop #yandere #jay enhypen #enhypen jay #enhypen #sunghoon #ff #fanfic

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natashxromanovf · 3 years

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Injuries

Pairing: Sirius Black× fem! reader

Warnings: swearing, vomiting, alcohol, injuries

Word count: 2k

A/N: I’m kinda proud of this one. I can definitely see the progress. I hope you like it! I started writing it 2 weeks ago, but lost motivation and now I’m here finishing it today. Also @voidmalfoy wanted to be tagged in here. Thank you for deciding to read it.

You and Sirius were best friends since the second year. You have never imagined him as something else. Something more.

Your dorm was very bright from the sun shining through the windows. You could feel the warmth on your body. It was a perfect afternoon.

“Hey Y/N.”

“Hello, Marlene”

“I need to ask you something”

“Sure”

“What’s going on with you and Sirius?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, are you two a couple or something?”

“What?” the question caught you off guard. “No. You know we are not.”

“Babe, I have seen the way you’re looking at him. You look like your heart is about to melt into your hands.”

“What, no-” and then it hit. The realization that you are, indeed, in love with your best friend. it didn’t happen all of a sudden, no. The feelings were built through the years. It started with a little crush, you developed in fifth year. You pushed it at the back of your mind, convincing yourself it’ll go away. But it didn’t. It just kept growing and growing, until it was too big for you to deny it anymore.

“Fuck” you sighed “No, no, no this is not happening! It can’t be happening. I can’t. He doesn’t feel the same I’m just going to end up heartbroken.” a million thoughts were running through your head. But the loudest and strongest one was He doesn’t feel the same. How am I gonna tell him?

You decided not to worry about it. Not tonight. Tonight is time for fun. The marauders planed one hell of a good party (Sirius was in charge of the drinks, Remus planned the whole thing and James and Peter made sure that teachers won’t hear a thing) and there’s no way you are gonna ruin yourself the night. Tonight is time for drinking and celebrating Gryffindor's win in the match against Ravenclaw.

When you got there the common room was already pretty full. Your eyes started to search for Sirius before you even realized it. And there he was, flirting with a girl as always. The new feeling hit you. You immediately knew what it was. It felt like a stab in the chest, like someone was trying to tear your heart out of your chest. No, don’t you thought. What did I promise myself? You got lost in your thoughts before someone tapped your shoulder.

“Hey Y/N/N.”

“Oh, hey Lily.”

She looked at Sirius and then at your face. “Marls told me” she sighed.

“Oh news travels fast around here.” you rolled your eyes.

“Let’s go somewhere else. Drinks!”

Soon all of your friends joined. You danced, drank, you had fun. Maybe a little too much. You tripped and fell, but somebody caught you.

“Wow, you okay, love?”

Sirius.

“Yeah, I’m all good, Siri” you giggled. Trying to steady yourself, you once again lost balance but there were hands quickly to wrap around your waist.

“Okay, I think you had enough.”

What? No. I didn’t know you were such a party killer.”

“Believe me, I’m not, but I think you should go up.”

“Whatever.” He escorted you.

“Thank-” you couldn’t even finish the sentence. As soon as you came up you ran straight to the bathroom. You don’t tolerate alcohol very well. You knew that. You started throwing up and someone's hands grabbed your hair.

“See. Told you.” joked Sirius but there was a hint of worry in his voice.

“I’m okay. Thank you.” you smiled. “But I think I’m gonna stay here for a little bit. I don’t think it’s over yet.”

“Then I’m staying too.” he sounded pretty sober, looking at a fact he drank nearly as much as you.

“No, you don’t have to. Go, have some more fun.”

“It’s okay.”

“You sure?” you raised your eyebrows.

“Yes.”

Soon your urge to puke went away so you fell asleep.

The morning came quicker than you wanted. Your head was pounding and you felt sick. What you didn’t expect was to wake up to the black-haired boy sleeping on the floor beside your bed. You couldn’t help yourself but stare at the beautiful being sleeping in front of you.

No worries, no school, no quiddi- “Quidditch!!” you shouted “Sirius wake up! Wake up, idiot!” you screamed, throwing a pillow in his face.

“What?!”

“Quidditch, Sirius, quidditch”

He looked at you confused.

“Practice, James saying it was important, don’t you remember??”

“Oh, shit!”

“YES! We have exactly five minutes to get ready. Oh God, my head! Do you have any painkillers?

“Yes, in my dorm. We get ready and then meet me down in five?"

“Yes, now go!”

As fast as you could, you got ready, took your broom, and ran down the stairs. Sirius was already waiting for you with a water bottle and three pain killers. “Thanks.”

“No worries, now run.”

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“Where have you been!?! You’re late!”

“I know, I’m so sorry James”

“Do you even have a good excuse? I told you this training is very important!”

“Does hangover count?” half-joked, half asked Sirius.

“What? Oh, the party. No, it doesn’t count! And where even were you, you didn’t come back to our dorm last night.”

The boy looked at you and then started speaking “In girls’ dorm.”

“What were you- You know what I don’t wanna know, just get ready quick!”

You quickly swallowed the medications, saddled the broom, and pushed yourself from the ground.

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The practice was quite enjoyable. The fresh air helped with your headache. Or was it just the medications, you didn’t know. The ending of the practice was approaching when James called you all down for a quick word.

“So, many of you are probably wondering why the hell was this training so important. No, it wasn’t just because I wanted to have it, it was also because professor Mcgonagall informed me, that Hufflepuff’s seeker broke her arm, so they can’t play in their game against Slytherin next week. Which means that we have to play instead of them.

You enjoyed playing quidditch. Tho matches against Slytherin were never fun. It always ended with at least half of the team in the hospital wing. By any chance, that half of the team often included you. The raven-haired boy, who stood next to you, bumped your shoulder.

“Excited for the game, y/l/n”

“I don’t know, these matches always end the same.”

“With injuries and annoyed Madam Pomfrey.” you two said in sync. The laughter filled your lungs, echoing through the changing room.

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The week went through pretty boring yet normal. Lessons, tons of homework, intense practices, a couple of pranks, and fun evenings with friends. Saturday came again quickly and nerves settled into your body. You were tense, anyone could see that from a mile away. You tried to eat, but your stomach refused.

“Come on darling, relax.” said Sirius massaging your shoulders and neck.

“I don’t even know why I’m so stressed, it’s just a normal game. But I have a feeling something will go terribly wrong!”

“Hey, hey, look at me” whisper- yelled Sirius. “Everything is going to be okay. You’ll do good, I’ll do good, James’ll do good.” staring at those beautiful grey eyes of his, you calmed. They took your worries away and your lips formed a gentle smile. His expression soon mirrored yours, looking away from you.

“Thank you so much Pads, I have no idea how you do it but it works. You’re the only person that can calm me.” He would probably throw some flirty remark back if James hadn’t cut him off.

“Attention, attention my dear teammates. The match will take place at 9.30 so we have exactly 30 minutes-”

“29″

“29 minutes, thank you, Williams, to get ready. So lift your ass up, take your brooms and lets go to changing rooms!” James yelled, clearly determined to win today's game. He can be sweet and nice but when it comes to quidditch there is no joke.

When you changed into quidditch ropes the team went through all your tactics again. Soon enough you heard Madam Hooch's whistle that announced the game is gonna begin. Two captains shook hands, roughly than they should.

The game was pretty tight Gryffindor only leading by 10 points. If James doesn't catch the snitch soon you're all screwed.

"Williams throwing a quaffle to y/n, y/n passing it to Andrews and Andrews right back to y/n... And y/n scores!! The result is now 180 for Gryffindor and 160 for Slytherin." Right as the commentator announced your goal you saw James diving after something very small, something golden... a snitch! "And Potter caught the snitch, Gryffindor wins!!" Loud cheering was heard from all directions. Cheering people in scarlet and gold, some Gryffindors some even Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs.

Right as you were about to land someone knocked you from your broom. As you started falling you saw a familiar face behind you. You didn't give it much a thought tho as blackness took over all your senses.

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The moment you woke up you felt a pair of familiar hands around your own. Your head was pounding, your vision was blurry and you had to blink a couple more times than normal. You tried to sit up but your body strongly disagreed.

"Siri? What happened?" the black-haired boy quickly looked up and a smile formed on his face.

"You're awake, thank god." he said with such a caring voice and your stomach immediately started doing flips. "You were diving when somebody knocked you off your broom. Nobody saw who it was tho." as the memories started forming themselves in your mind you remembered who you saw. It was Goyle.

"I know who it was. But you have to promise me you won't do anything stupid!" Sirius' face darkened. Hesitatingly he said "I promise. Now please tell me."

"It was Goyle." Goyle has always been short-tempered. He probably couldn't take the Slytherin's loss so he took his anger out on you.

"I'm gonna kill him! That son of a bitch. I knew it, I knew it!!"

"Sirius Black! You promised you won't do anything stupid. Now please calm down. Nothing bad happened."

"Nothing bad happened?! Y/n you're in a hospital wing!"

"Yea, but I'm okay." That was obviously a lie. Every part of your body hurts. With every move, every word, something hurts. As you could saw, Sirius didn't buy it but decided to play along anyway.

"Oh, you're okay? Fine, then please sit up for me."

Again you tried but couldn't do it. "I can't."

"Oh, I know you can't." a smirk appeared on his face but was soon replaced with a worried expression. "You fell from 8 meters, you can't be okay."

"You know me too well, it's creepy really. You know more about me than I do myself." he laughed, leaving you no other choice than to join him.

"Please don't make me laugh, it hurts." you said through chuckles and pain.

Soon enough, you both calmed down and a comforting silence fell over you two. That was until Sirius interrupted "You got me worried there, you know."

"I'm sorry."

"It wasn't your fault what in the world are you sorry for, love?"

"Don't know. For destroying a happy feeling after our win?"

"You didn't. I'm just happy you'll be okay." he smiled. Overwhelmed with emotions you said something you didn't intend to. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"No Sirius, I'm in love with you." no stopping now, you thought. He was caught by surprise, hundreds of thoughts running through his mind. You miss judged the silence, looking away with glassy eyes. He broke out of his thoughts by the sight of you almost crying.

"I- I'm in love with you too."

"What?" you have to hear him say it again. Was this just your head playing with you? You waited so long for these words to come out of his mouth, you didn't know if they were real.

"I love you too." he said right before pressing his lips against yours. It didn't take you long to melt into the kiss. Your lips felt like they were made for each other.

Like you two were made for each other.

#sirius black imagine #sirius black × reader #sirius black

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blueskrugs · 4 years

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Fireworks | Matthew Tkachuk

this is entirely @stl-boys55‘s fault because she gave me this idea, and then I was missing our lake house and Fourth of Julys with fireworks.

length: 2k words

The Fourth of July had always been one of your favorite holidays. You had grown up with your dad shooting off fireworks at your grandparents’ lake house, and you lived for the way you felt the boom of the big ones in your chest. To you, there was almost nothing better in the summer than the smell of the black powder that hung in the air where fireworks had been.

When Matthew had asked if you wanted to spend a long weekend in the beginning of July with his family at their lake house, complete with the promise of fireworks, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. You loved your boyfriend’s family, and loved any opportunity to spend time with them, especially since it was hard during the season.

You and Matt drove down to the Ozarks together in Matt's car, windows down on the winding roads, and music turned up loud. You get there in the early afternoon, not long after the rest of the Tkachuk family. They were inside unloading groceries and suitcases (and beer) already when you walked in. Taryn cheered and rushed over to hug you, throwing her arms around your neck. You laughed and hugged her back before allowing her to drag you upstairs to change into swimsuits.

By the time the two of you made it outside, everyone else had changed too, and Brady was whining to Chantal about how cold the sunscreen was.

“Matt! Come take pictures of me and Y/N!” Taryn called. Matt groaned but still got up from his chair and followed the two of you down to the dock.

“C’mon,” you teased, “be a good Instagram boyfriend.”

“Excuse you, I am a great Instagram boyfriend,” Matt scoffed, looking mildly offended. Which, surprisingly enough, he is actually pretty great at taking pictures of you for your Instagram, and you knew he had an album and finsta of his own that are full of candids of you. He complained good-naturedly while he snapped pictures of the two of you, but he knows his angles and the poses, and before long, you and Taryn both have more than enough pictures to post.

You thanked Matt with a quick kiss, and he rolled his eyes, saying, “I need a beer after that.”

Later, after you’ve posted two pictures that Matthew took– one with you and Taryn with your arms slung over each other’s shoulders and grinning up at Matt, the other from behind with your feet in the water and your faces tilted up towards the sun– with the caption, a weekend stuck in a house with Matty complaining about his sunburns is worth it to spend time with this girl, after Matt liked it and dropped a red heart emoji that matches your bikini top, Matt dropped himself into your lap in a chair next to the bonfire. He was absolutely not above PDA, but you were a little surprised he was suddenly being so clingy.

You shifted so he wasn’t completely crushing you, and gave him a confused look, but he just wrapped an arm around your shoulders and settled in.

The next morning found you out on the speedboat with the boys. Matt and Brady were attempting to wakesurf, but you were just there to watch and make fun of them when they failed; they were both pretty bad at it, but Matthew could be spectacularly terrible at times. You watched from underneath your sunglasses as Matthew struggled over and over to keep his balance. You could tell he was getting frustrated, and you were pretty sure Brady laughing at him wasn’t helping much.

He shook his head as he climbed back into the boat, handing the tow rope off to Brady. He flopped onto the floor of the boat next to you, shaking his curls out like a wet dog. You shrieked and flinched away from the flying water.

“You were focused pretty hard out there, babe,” you said as you tossed Matthew a towel. “Didn’t know your brain could work that hard.” You grinned as Matt stuck his tongue out at you. “Maybe you can start using that big brain of yours to start coming up with more creative date ideas than ‘Netflix and Chill’ from now on.”

Keith burst out laughing from where he was steering the boat. Matt blushed and covered his face with a towel.

“She’s even better at chirping than you, Matty. Can I keep her as a kid instead of you?” his dad said. You started laughing along with him.

After Brady and Matt exhausted themselves out on the boat, you were in the kitchen making lunch with Chantal. The two of you were catching up and just chatting when Matt wandered in, shirtless and wearing that awful bucket hat again. He came up and wrapped his arms around your waist, stealing a chip from the bowl in front of you. You slapped away his hand half-heartedly.

“We got here yesterday, and I feel like I’ve barely seen you,” he whined, tucking his face into your shoulder. His mom laughed.

You turned in Matt’s arms and looked up at him. “I mean, you know I only came down here to see your family, right? I see you all the time, babe.”

Matt pulls back a little, then, and his face falls for a second. There’s a look that flashes across his face, darkens his eyes, and it almost looks like hurt, but it’s gone before you can process it, and he’s reaching around you to carry the chip bowl outside to the rest of his family.

You were laying out on a chair next to Taryn after lunch, trying to get a tan when two shadows loomed over your chairs.

“You’re blocking the sun,” you said, without really opening your eyes and looking up at Matt and Brady.

“You’re playing Spikeball with us,” Brady said. You opened your eyes then.

“Oh, are we?” Taryn said back. “How are we doing? Kicking your asses?”

Matthew threw the ball at her.

In another couple of minutes, the net was set up on the ground and teams had been decided; Taryn had declared that you and Matthew playing together would be unfair, and that Matt and Brady playing together would really be unfair, so it ended up being you and Brady versus Matt and Taryn.

“You two are goin’ down,” Matt smirked. You just rolled your eyes.

It turned out to be a pretty close game. You and Taryn weren’t professional athletes like the boys, but you were just as competitive as them, and no one was willing to go down without a fight. One last wild dive made by you sent the ball back at a weird angle that Matt and Taryn couldn’t return, and, before you knew it, you were being swept up by Brady, who was yelling about winning and that you were definitely, really, officially, his favorite over Matthew.

Matthew was scowling on the other side of the net, but you just thought it was just him being a sore loser. He was quiet for the rest of the night, though, staying outside with Keith as he grilled while you were inside with the girls. He stood next to you as you all watched fireworks go up over the lake, loud and bright. You grinned up at him a couple times, but his returning smiles seemed weak.

You found Matthew still sitting on the dock late that night, hours after the fireworks had ended and everyone else had gone to bed up at the house. His phone was clutched in his hand, but the screen was off, and his feet were dangling in the water. He was staring out absently over the dark lake, and he didn’t hear you approach.

You dropped your hand into his curls, messier than ever after a day on the boat and in the water, and ran your fingers through them. Matt tensed under your hand but didn’t turn to face you. You braced yourself on his shoulder and dropped somewhat gracelessly to the dock beside him. Matthew still didn’t look over at you, and he didn’t say anything. The full moon glinted off the lake in front of you. In the distance, some people were still shooting off firecrackers.

“Matty, it’s getting late, what’s up, baby?” Even in the dark, you could see that his nose had gotten sunburnt. He closed his eyes.

“Are you really only dating me for my family?” he asked suddenly. His voice was quiet, but to you, it felt like it echoed across the water as if he had yelled.

You turned towards Matthew so fast that you nearly fell off the edge of the dock. You reached up and forced Matt to turn his head and look at you. His blue eyes were dark and a little sad. They searched yours for a moment before he leaned his head into your hand.

“Matty, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said. Matthew pulled away suddenly and opened his mouth to respond. You put one hand over his mouth and grabbed one of his with the other. “No, okay, I do, but what I mean is that you have to know that’s completely ridiculous– don’t you dare lick me– yes, I love your family, but I will always love you first. Taryn’s like a little sister I never got to have, and Brady’s another brother I definitely didn’t need but love anyway, but you’re the one I am in love with.”

Your hand was still clapped over Matt’s mouth, and he pouted at you from behind it until you removed it.

“But all the jokes-” he started. “Are exactly that: jokes,” you cut him off. “Maybe we went a little overboard with them this weekend, but it was just because I haven’t seen them in a while, not because I’m getting tired of dating you. I love you, Matty, more than anything.”

Matt deflated, pulling his feet out of the water and curling into your side. “I love that they love you, but sometimes I wish I didn’t have to share you with them.”

You laughed. “Matty, I literally moved to Calgary for you, and we live together during the season.” Matt pouted up at you again; you leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead.

“Promise?” he asked, his voice nothing more than a whisper. Something in your heart broke at the vulnerability in his eyes. You rarely saw the small boy underneath the hockey pads, behind the chirps and chewed-on mouthguard, the boy who would always be afraid of not being the best, even after over two years together.

You tugged Matt up by the collar of his T-shirt, pressing your lips firmly to his before he could react. You cupped his cheek with your hand, feeling him melt into the kiss. He wrapped one of his arms around your waist, and you shivered as a breeze kicked up. You broke the kiss and rested your forehead against Matt’s, brushing one last kiss across his cheekbone.

“I promise, Matthew. I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me, babe. I’m not planning on going anywhere any time soon.”

Matt kissed you again, and the dock creaked underneath you as he rolled on top of you and pushed you onto your back. You laid like that for a few minutes, with the crickets and frogs singing around you, kissing gently and leisurely, your legs tangled together and hanging off the edge of the dock. You pushed at Matt’s shoulder to catch your breath.

“We are not making out on a dock all night, Matthew,” you scolded, but the effect was probably ruined by your swollen lips and the fact that you were still panting a little. Matt grinned down at you in the dark. You untangled one of your hands from his curls to check your watch. “Besides that, it’s after 1 AM, and I’m tired.” The planks of the dock were starting to make your shoulder blades hurt.

Matthew groaned and rolled off you before pulling you to your feet. He held your hand all the way back up to the house, and even managed to stifle his giggles when you tripped over a chair in the dark. He kept a hand on you as you both changed into pajamas and brushed your teeth and immediately tangled your feet together under the sheets.

“Shit, it’s literally July, how are your feet cold,” he hissed. You just shrugged; Matt’s hand was warm on your waist where it had slid underneath your T-shirt.

“You’re my favorite Tkachuk,” you whispered, just to see his sleepy smile one last time before you both fell asleep.

#matthew tkachuk #matthew tkachuk fic #matthew tkachuk imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #cait writes things

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lost-your-memory · 4 years

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Hi! For the prompt thing, could you do "Zero fucks given. Next please", supercat? Thank you! Have a nice lockdown :)

Heeey thank you for the prompt and for the lovely words on the previous one! I hope this one will please you as well. After Bhutan, let’s travel to Washington D.C and have some classic Cat Grant, ‘cause we all miss her.I know I was supposed to keep it under the 2K words limit ... Well, this is 3K words but you know ... Oops? ---

Cat is barely ten minutes in when she loses her patience.

There are unorganized piles of documents threatening to spill over her desk, all the lights on her phone are blinking red with missed calls and voicemails and there’s not a single cup of coffee in sight.

“Oh for the love of …” Cat swears under her breath, already striding toward her desk.

The sound of her heels hitting the luxurious wooden floor is enough to induce the beginning of a migraine and, not for the first time, she misses the soft carpeted flooring of her carefully designed CatCo office. She drops her purse on the chair strategically placed in between two massive French doors and fishes out her phone and a glass case before moving to her desk. She turns her laptop on and takes one glance at the still blinking phone display before raising a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose, to try to alleviate the ever growing pain.

She slowly sits in her plush, comfortable chair and takes a deep breath before opening her mouth.

“DYLAN!”

She stares at the door across the room, waiting for her exceptionally incompetent assistant to show up.

She’s seething, clearly not having expected that level of sheer laziness and utter amateurism from the cohort of assistants she’s already gone through since she got here.

She would have thought that her position at the White House, as Olivia’s right hand, meant that she would get the best of the best, la crème de la crème but sadly, she’s been stuck with wannabe politician who could barely handle the phone. It is telling that James Olsen, who once manhandled the phone for her, did better than any of the poor, useless souls that she’s been stuck with and at a time, he’d been an editor in chief and awarded photographer.

The door finally opened and young man with short blond hair and deep blue eyes popped his head through, looking downright terrified.

“You called, Miss Grant?”

Cat notices how the pale blue color of his shirt, perfectly ironed and stretched around his tanned neck, clashes with the crimson red tie. That fashion mistake should be motive enough to fire him, Cat briefly thinks. Only Supergirl was able to pull off that god-awful combination of childish colors.

“Come on in,” Cat gestures for her assistant to approach the desk.

The man pales, and he looks like he wants to be anywhere else in the world, but he eventually closes the door behind him and takes a few steps into the office. His real name isn’t Dylan and Cat knows it but so far, no one had been competent enough to earn the right to be called by their actual name.

“Have a look, Dylan,” Cat distinctly enunciate the wrong name, knowing he won’t say anything about it. She gestures for her desk and asks “What do you see?”

The wrongly named Dylan glances down at the desk and frowns, looking utterly confused. He’s almost shaking, Cat can tell from the way he’s tightly holding his hands together in front of the buttoned jacket of his suit.

“Uh, Miss Grant?” Dylan asks, obviously not understanding the question.

Cat lets out a deep and aggravated sigh. She brings her hand to hoover above the blinking phone display and waits but nothing happens. The look of utter confusion in the man’s eyes only deepens.

“For God’s sake!” Cat sharply stands up and places her palms flat on the surface of her desk, leaning forward to be able to stare right into the man’s eyes. “The phone is exploding with missed calls and voicemails, there are piles and piles of paper stacked on my desk and where the hell is my coffee?”

That seems to finally sparkle something in the man’s eyes, a gleam of recognition. He looks almost relieved and then words spill out of his mouth.

“Oh, if it’s a coffee you want I can …”

Cat pinches the bridge of her nose again, closes her eyes and takes another deep breath.

She raises her other hand to signal for Dylan to stop talking. Thankfully, he’s not that obtuse as to ignore that order, and so she takes a moment to count backward in her head. When she finally reaches zero, she opens her eyes and stares into the terrified blue eyes.

“Pack up your things, you’re fired.”

She slowly sits back in her chair and with a typical flicker of her wrists, she finishes dismissing the new former assistant.

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“Cat, it’s the tenth assistant you’ve fired,” Olivia sighs, accepting the heavy glass of Scotch her friend is handing her. “You’re only six months in the job and my chief of staff is already threatening to quit.”

Cat chuckles and comes to sit in front of the president, in one of the luxurious and comfortable armchairs that match the couch on which Olivia is settled. She’s got her own glass in her hand, half-full of a honey-ish beverage that gently swirls with every move her wrist makes.

“That’s because Russell doesn’t like me, it has nothing to do with the level of turn-over in my team,” She sarcastically retorts.

“Probably, but you still fired Donovan, who also happens to be the nephew of a senator I was hoping to get endorsed by …” Olivia reproaches before taking a sip of her drink. She hums appreciatively. “Oh, that’s good Scotch.”

“Zero fucks given. Next, please!” Cat retorts with a shrug.

That gets a reproving look from the President of the United States.

“Come on, Olivia. You know I don’t like nepotism and beside, that boy was utterly and desperately useless. He once announced that the French president was on the line for me but when I picked up, I got to talk with the king of Belgium …”

Olivia now looks positively horrified. She shakes her head, lets out another sigh and then decides to chase it all with another sip of Scotch.

For a moment, they stay quiet and enjoy their drink, as well as the soft music that plays in the background, a piece of Vivaldi’s four seasons.

The many high windows along the wall let in the fading light of the late summer day.

The skyline view is far away from the one she had from her penthouse in National City but it’s still decent enough so she can watch as Washington bathes in the golden halo of the late afternoon. On the other side of the sky, it’s already dark enough for a few stars to start twinkling.

“You know you won’t ever find someone as good as her, right?”

Olivia’s words are soft and gentle and when Cat tears her eyes away from the view, she falls into a pair of knowing brown eyes. She hates that her friend can read her so easily, but she doesn’t deny that she’s got a point.

“Oh, I know,” Cat whispers, trying not to be overloaded with memories of Kara. “I’m not trying to.”

“Aren’t you?” Olivia counters, leaning forward to place her glass on the coffee table in front of her.

“I’m not, I promise,” Cat nods, bringing her own drink to her lips and savoring a few sips before adding. “I have impossibly high standards but even I know that finding another Supergirl to be my assistant won’t be possible.”

An amused smiles graces Olivia’s lips at that, and she lets herself fall back against the cushions.

“Ah, so the cat’s out of the bag, so to speak …” Olivia muses, extending her arms on either side of her, along the slope of the couch. “I was wondering …”

Cat scrunches her nose and glares at her friend.

“You know I have cat puns,” Cat grits out, slightly annoyed that the President of the United States would even make one in the first place. “And yes, of course I knew. I’ve known since the very beginning but I figured that one day, she’d tell me herself ... "

“Careful, Cat, you sound bitter,” Olivia arches a brow, her smile still firmly in place.

“That’s because I am. I branded her, you know …” Cat retorts, standing up from her armchair and going to her liquor cabinet to pour herself another glass. “I helped Supergirl be the hero she is today, by giving her a name, a platform and a reputation, by protecting her identity … and she never told me who she really is.”

“That may be so, but she doesn’t owe you anything,” Olivia gently replies and when Cat rises the decanter in her direction, she simply shakes her head no. “Beside … you probably left before she got a chance to tell you.”

Cat replaces the alcohol atop her liquor cabinet and comes back to her previous spot to face her friend.

“I didn’t leave because of her,” Cat states, making the Scotch swirls at the bottom of her heavy crystal glass.

“No?” Olivia throws her a knowing look. “You could have fooled me …”

Cat grits her teeth and looks away to the falling night. More stars are now blinking in the sky, neighboring a shy crescent of moon while Washington slowly blurs into an indistinct shadow.

“You should call her, you know,” Olivia offers, checking the phone she just pulled out of her pocket. Whatever she sees on it has her frown.

“Everything alright?” Cat asks, purposely ignoring her friend’s advice.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” Olivia replies, already putting her phone back. “Also, nice try but I know you heard me. You might think you’re not looking for someone like her but I know you, Cat. I’ve known you for a long time and despite the fact we didn’t talk for many years, I can still read you pretty well.”

Olivia stands up and grabs her glass, finishing it bottoms up. She then moves to retrieve her jacket, pulling it on and adjusting it before turning back to face Cat.

“Call her, Cat,” Olivia says, flattening the lapels of her jacket. “Do something, otherwise you’ll live with “what if” and “maybe” and I remember how you hate it. Be a big girl and follow your own advice : in order to survive, we must keep daring …”

“Diving,” Cat corrects, despite the fact she did use the word daring as well.

“I mean, that too but what you do in bed is your business,” Olivia smirks and Cat gasps before laughing out loud.

She didn’t see this coming but then again, Olivia Marsden had always been full of surprises, from the pot brownies she used to cook in college to the fact she was an alien.

“Seriously though, give it a try. What’s the worst that can happen?” Olivia asks, the malicious gleam in her eyes having been replaced with something far more serious.

Cat doesn’t answer the question and Olivia seems to know that this time, she shouldn’t insist.

“Anyway, I have to go Cat,” Olivia says, already walking toward the entrance door. Cat stands up and follows after her friend to make sure the bodyguards at her door will safely take her back to the car.

“I will see you tomorrow at the office, probably first thing in the morning since Russell asked for a meeting about you going through so many assistants in so little time …”

“Eh, let him barks, it’ll keep him busy while I find someone myself,” Cat chuckles, moving to drop a kiss on her friend’s cheek.

“Call her,” Olivia says again before exiting the loft, the door closing behind her after those last words.

---

“I hear you’re having trouble finding a decent assistant these days …”

Cat smiles around the rim of her glass and looks up to the night sky.

Supergirl’s floating a few inches up, her cape fluttering softly in the quietness of the night and her golden hair flowing freely around her delicate and otherworldly features. The moon at her back gives her silhouette a pale, silver glow that truly makes her look like a goddess from another universe, a mythical creature.

“Good evening, Supergirl,” Cat greets her, raising her glass in a mock-toast. “Care to explain why you conveniently show up on my balcony minutes after I sent a text to my former assistant?”

Supergirl floats down a few inches, half of her body disappearing behind the ledge of Cat’s balcony until their eyes are approximately at the same level. The light that spills out from Cat’s bedroom enlights Kara’s small smile and makes her eyes shine ever so dimly.

“I could spring some lie on you, say that Kara told me that you texted and that it made me want to check on you myself but what would be the point?” Kara asks, her voice soft and quiet but still clear, carrying into the night. “We both know you were never fooled, not even that time you saw Supergirl and Kara Danvers at the same time in your office.”

“To be fair, I never truly understood how you managed such an exploit,” Cat nods and takes another sip of her drink. “Anyway, no you never fooled me. How could you, with the way you were always darting out of the room with the flimsiest excuse, every of those times coincidentally happening whenever Supergirl’s presence was required? It’s like you forgot that I am a journalist, before and above anything else.”

For a moment, Supergirl looks almost outraged, but then she laughs and the sound echoes into the night like a sweet melody.

“That’s fair, I was never good at lying, despite the whole other identity situation …”

“Would you tell me?” Cat asks, searching into Kara’s eyes. “You real identity, I mean …”

Kara looks a little hesitant for a few seconds but then, she flies up and closer.

Her boots softly land on the balcony floor, and she stands up in front of Cat, a hand resting on the symbol on her chest.

“My name is Kara Zor-El,” Kara says, reverence lining her voice.

Cat notices the way Supergirl stands, tall and proud, with her chin up and steel in her jaw. She’s royalty, framed by the stars twinkling behind her golden mane and the moon hanging high above her head.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to finally tell you, but I wanted to protect you, back then.”

Cat doesn’t say anything.

She’s been abducted by the Silver Banshee and Leslie Willis once, so she knows the risk of being tied to Supergirl. She can understand why Kara never told her about her alter-ego. It still stings a little but she understands anyway.

“Why now?” Cat eventually asks, looking up to meet Kara’s eyes.

Kara seems to hesitate for a moment, suddenly looking thoughtful and distant at once.

“Someone very dear to me once told me to put on my big-girl pants and to own up to my power …” Kara eventually whispers. “I think it’s time I finally followed that advice but that’s not all. See … my sister also got good advice from someone dear to her. Someone who told her that life is short, and she should kiss the people she wants to kiss.”

Cat’s heart misses a beat when Kara takes a step forward. The smell of wind and flowers overload her senses, and she almost forgets to breathe, drowning in Kara’s presence.

“That’s … good advice indeed,” Cat whispers, getting lost in the baby blue of Kara’s eyes.

“I thought so,” Kara smiles and then adds “I really, really, really want to kiss you now, Miss Grant.”

Cat can feel her heart go wild in her chest, beating frantically against her rib cage, drumming in her ears and pulsing in her temples. She’s been hoping for this moment for so long she can’t wrap her head around the fact it’s about to happen.

“Then … what are you waiting for, Kara?” Cat whispers, slowly enunciating the right name.

It’s all it takes.

The kiss is mind-blowing, full of all the pent-up frustration they’ve been suffering through for years. It’s deep and a little blunt, with Kara’s playful tongue exploring the inside of Cat’s mouth and hands roaming along the flexed muscles stretched underneath the superhero suit. It lasts and lasts and at some point, Cat eventually feels the need to come back up for some air.

She pulls away, one hand tangled in Kara’s hair and the other clutched around the rim of Kara’s cape. Their breath come out ragged and irregular but Kara’s smile is blinding, full of joy and hope.

“Damn,” Cat whispers, a little dazzled.

“Speechless is a good look on you, Miss Grant,” Kara teases, dropping a kiss at the corner of Cat’s lips.

“Cat. Please, call me Cat,” Cat says, looking up into Kara’s eyes. “Beside, don’t get too smug, it will take a lot more than just a kiss to render me unable to speak.”

“Is that a challenge, Cat?” Kara asks, tilting her head to the side as interest sparkles in her eyes. The way she pronounces Cat’s name sounds like a secret and a promise at once, it makes Cat tingle.

“Only one way to find out,” Cat offers, stepping backward to her bedroom.

She lets a hand slide along Kara’s arm, until it reaches her hand. Their fingers instinctively intertwine and Kara instantly follows, her smile full of wonder and her eyes as bright as the thousand stars shining in the sky behind her.

#Sentences prompt #Supercat #Kara x Cat #My writing #Five words prompt #Supercat fic #Cat just have high standards only Kara can meet okay #I don't make the rules #Olivia is the MVP #I just love Olivia and Cat's friendship

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notagamersdey · 3 years

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Freebird

By Tyler D. Ortiz

Rating: M

Word Count: 2k~

Warnings: Violence, insinuations of sexual assault, drug use/mention, murder, character death, bad language

Summary: Local superhero, Lady Griffin, attempts to save a group of hostages during a bank robbery.

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“This is Veronica reporting live at the intersection of Flour and Junction where the domestic terrorist group ‘The Red Hests’ has taken Grand Central High Bank.” The news reporter presses her left index finger into her ear, “They are currently holding over 50 hostages of both visiting customers and employees. No one knows their demands yet, but people speculat - Wait. I’m getting reports that Lady Griffin is passing Grand Central High this moment-”

PHEWWWW!

The news reporter ducks, her hair flying to the left as Lady Griffin speeds by from above, “and there she is! WOW! Look at her go!” The news reporter turns back towards the camera, her hair sticking out in odd angles, “Well, she will no doubt take care of those criminals. Back to you, Jorge.”

Lady Griffin, with light brown wings between her shoulder blades, swoops above the bank building, landing onto the ledge. She jogs up to the rooftop door, pulling at her new uniform which was a bit tight.

“Grif’, stop messing with it, it’ll loosen up,” a voice, Ezra, told her through an earpiece.

“Did you have to get it super tight? I thought we weren’t doing the whole sexy thing,” her bright auburn hair falls against her shoulders as she skids to a stop, yanking the door off its hinges. She cringes slightly, placing it lightly against the wall, “remind me to come fix this later.”

There’s typing on the other end of the call, “Will do. And it’s not about your sex appeal, it's about being pragmatic. It’s light material, and the closer it is to your body, the less wind resistance you have. Don’t you have a college education?” Ezra teases.

Lady Griffin scoffs, “Yeah, in biology, not in astrophysics, or whatever you’re proficient in.” She goes through the door, peering over the staircase. It's a square spiral staircase going on round and round 8 times. The building was 8 stories, the first few filled with cubicles and offices, the rest were holding centers for money, computers, or basically anything else a bank would need to secure its finances. “Alright, Ez’, what are we looking at here?”

More typing, “You’ve got about 6 to 8 armed men on floors 1 to 7, the floor below you is currently under construction. The men rounding up every employee and customer to the middle of the floors. Elevators are down, and you’ve got one man at each stairway entrance.”

Lady Griffin grabs the railings to the staircase, “Any suggestions?”

“Eh. I say start with the bottom floor, you can prevent a shootout with the police, and they wouldn’t be able to get away.”

“Smart move.” She takes a slow deep breath and nose dives to the bottom floor. She moves quickly, expanding her wings to slow her fall. She lightly drops down in front of the door, looking through the tiny glass window. She notices one guy off to the left of the door. Another at the wall farthest from her. They both wore suits, pointing rifles to the ground.

“Hey, Ez’, what kind of rifles?”

“They are...” He pauses. She hears a chair roll away along with the rustling of papers, “PP-19 Vityaz’s. 9mm chamber, stamped steel, carries 30 round magazines. Both semi and automatic, typically used by Russian Special Forces, designed for covert-op. Usually equipped with a suppressor. I guess it makes sense. Cheap ammo, lighter than 5.45 plus a suppressor on this one is much more effective than-”

“Ezra, focus, you’re my eyes. Let me know if they call for reinforcements, I don’t want any surprises.” Lady Griffin, rolling her shoulders back, jumping a few times. Her wings ruffle and shake. She bends down, pulling her ankles up, stretching.

When she stands back up, she takes in air, focusing on her surroundings. She hears the men rounding up hostages the floors above her, she can hear the man breathing from the other side of the door. Heartbeats. Everywhere. She lets her breath out and breaks down the door. The door flies a few feet away, crashing onto the marble floor. The man next to the doorway is the first to react, bringing his rifle up to shoot at Lady Griffin, but she was too quick. She throws a front thrust at the man, sending him flying. The guy that was across the door shoots. Lady Griffin sprints towards him, ducking under the stream of bullets. She blitzes him, thrusting her wings out and back, creating a gust of wind to propel her at the assailant. She punches through his chest, sending him flying to the wall.

“Back up!” She turns to her left to see two more guys running at her. Both trained their guns at her, one holding a radio. Everything slows down again; she sees the sweat drip down both their brows, sees the horrendous, angry teeth from the one talking into the radio. She sees the slightest quiver of the gun. He’s weak. He’s not holding the gun right. “We need back up-” She swiftly rushes her wings forward, sending a powerful force of wind at the two. The guy holding the radio falls; however, his partner holds himself up against the impact.

“If you don’t stop now, I will put a bullet between those pretty green eyes, girl. Just accept it. Just take it,” he adjusts himself.

Ezra’s voice crackles against her ear, “Be careful, darling, you don’t want to hurt yourself.” Lady Griffin suddenly feels dazed. She shakes her head, trying to focus. She slightly relaxes her stance, wings back in their resting position. She places her hand behind her back, smirking at the man in front of her.

“You think you’re special? Just cause the Doc treats you well? You’re nothing, girl, only a mere spec within an indifferent universe.” He gives her a vile grin.

She bursts out laughing, hunching forward, her hand away from her back with a long piece of piano wire, “You think you’re so cool quoting Doctor Strange? You know the bad guys, like, disintegrate in the end, right?” She stands up straight, beginning to wrap the piano wire between her fists, leaving enough room for a head to fit between them, “No matter, I’m not going to go that easy on you.” She gives a wide grin and launches herself.

Meanwhile, up on the seventh floor of the bank, the leader of the Red Hests sits on an office chair, watching his associates continue to round up everyone on the floor. He smirks to himself with a lollipop sticking out of his mouth as he hears one of the women scream in fear.

“Shut up!” One of the men points the barrel at the woman’s face, “Shut up or I’ll hurt you. I’ll really fucking hurt you.”

The leader gets up off the chair, pulling out the lollipop as he walks towards the group. The men have surrounded the employees, all women, in the middle of the room. They sit on their knees, hands zip-tied to their back as the men stick thick duct tape onto their mouths, “Now, now, take it easy. You hurt them; they lose value. But then again...” He kneels in front of the woman who screamed, bringing the lollipop back between his lips, swirling his tongue thoughtfully, “This one doesn’t seem to be that valuable.” He extends his hand out, gesturing blindly behind him. The man closest to him takes out a large bowie knife from behind his back, handing it back to the leader. The women all yelp behind their tape at the sight of the knife, scurrying tightly together. The leader brings the knife up to the woman in front of him, placing the tip onto the tape, pushing forward slightly. The woman just weeps silently, trying her best to keep still.

As he begins to push the knife with vigor, the radio crackles, “Sir, Floor One, we need back up-” Static.

The leader stands up, swiftly grabbing the radio as he takes the lollipop out of his mouth, “Floor One? Come in Floor One.”

Another henchman picks up, “Floor Two Sir! She’s here at Floor-” Static.

The leader looks up at the rest of the men incredulously, “Strap them. We don’t have time.” The men move at tremendous speed, pulling out briefcases and attaching them to each woman’s chest. They all open each brief case at a time, revealing a timer connected to two blocks of C4.

The leader moves off to the side, attempting to warn the other floors, “get away from the doors! Be prepared for that wretched wench! She will come through the staircase, forget the hostages! Focus on the girl!”

“Sir! She’s got-” The sound of a window crashing bleeds through the radio, followed by gunshots and screaming.

“That was Floor Five!” The leader announces, “be ready before we hear from Floor Six!”

Lady Griffin finishes off Floor Six by throwing the last guy out the window. The women behind her gasp lightly. She smiles, turning around as she wipes her forehead sweat with the back of her hand, “Don’t worry, you guys are safe now.” She starts to cut the zip ties, “Do you all know if the leader is on the next floor?”

The women remain quiet until a little girl, with long black hair, and bangs raises her hand, “Yes, he’s there.” Lady Griffin looks up at her, then to the rest of the women. The rest of the women had either blonde or light brown hair, and none of the women resembled the girl in any way. She looked around. Floor Six was one of those floors with offices and cubicles; it was not the type for clients or customers to be wandering around in, let alone with a child.

“Hey, sweetie, is your mom around?” She kneels in front of the girl, holding onto her hands softly.

The little girl looks around, leaning in to whisper, “The bad man told me I wouldn’t see her again.”

Lady Griffin scrunches her eyebrows worriedly, “Did the bad man take her?” She lightly brushes the little girl's hair behind her ear.

She shakes her head, “He took me.”

Lady Griffin lets go of the little girl's hand, “Well, don’t worry. I will take you back. I just have to finish this.” She stands up and leaves for the next floor.

On the seventh floor, Lady Griffin bursts through the door. She is met with the same sight as the last few floors. Men surround the women at the center of the room. The leader, however, is off to the side, sucking on another lollipop. He begins to chuckle, clapping his hands at a slow pace.

“Magnificent. You are glorious creature. Exquisite. A terror to my business, no doubt, but exquisite!” He leisurely walks to only a few feet away from her, circling her like a tiger hunting its next victim. Her wings raise menacingly as the leader gets closer, “Hmmm. No doubt at all. You, Griffin, are a threat. You have a choice. You can either join the rest in the middle there,” she looks behind him, focusing on the bound women, “Or, you can die...”

The men surrounding the women raise their muzzles towards her. She looks between them all. Trying to find weaknesses. Guy on the left has a tremble in his right hand. Guy down the middle is shifting too much between his feet. Her eyes dart back to the leader. The leader...

“Grif’... You have to calm down, or he’s going to do something bad,” Ezra says.

“Shut up!” She pulls the earpiece out, throwing it at the first guy she can. She leaps forward, punching the left and right, taking each man she touched to the ground. The leader continues to circle the room, watching the scene before him with calculating eyes.

Lady Griffin grunts as she grabs the last henchman by the neck, pushing him up against the wall. She slams his head once, twice and then a third time. She doesn’t stop until he crumples to the floor with blood seeping out of his skull. She wipes her hands onto her uniform then scratches at her face. She quickly turns around, looking for the last assailant. He is smirking at her, “Wow, truly a beast. You really are an animal, Grif-”

“Don't call me that.”

“But I’m afraid, this is the end. As much of an asset as you are, you must go...” His hand disappears behind his back, but Lady Griffin pays no mind. She charges. For her, it’s slow. Her wings are spread out, casting a shadow over the leader's entire body. Her face is scrunched as she baring her teeth at him. Her arms are gunning for his neck. A smile creeps onto his face, contorting it to looks monstrous. He begins to pull out his hand from behind his back, revealing a small syringe. Her eyes return to his. His eyes are black. Her surroundings begin to fade. She blinks a few times. And suddenly pain.

…

A girl is naked, laying on her side on top of a raggedy air mattress in a small makeshift tent made from old windbreakers and newspapers. Her back, from the shoulder blades to the elbow, is covered in large tattoos of wings. Her wrists and ankles bruised and burned from pulling at the now loose plaited rope. A man is next to her, looking down at her with sad eyes. With gloved hands, he puts a few fingers onto her neck, looking for her pulse. Her heartbeat is erratic. Her breathing is slow with a high wheezing. He turns her onto her back, pulling a penlight from his back pocket, looking into her eyes. Extreme dilation. He sighs, bringing her to her side, patting her lightly.

“So?” A man asks at the entrance of the tent, his arms crossed, foot tapping, lollipop between his lips.

The man on the floor huffs, “I warned you. You gave her too much... We need to get her to a hospital, or she won’t make it.” He moves to pick her up when the man scoffs.

“Pff! Hospital?” The man takes the lollipop out, “What the hell do I pay you for if you need to go to a fucking hospital?”

“I don’t have anything that could treat this.”

“Don't give me excuses, Ezra, you’re costing me my best fucking asset here. People come from all over for ‘Lady Griffin’. I’ve got people booked all the way to tomorrow for her! Not to mention everyone in this God damn country is looking for her.”

Ezra looks at him incredulously, “So what’s it going to be? You let her die, and you lose even more money, or you take her to the hospital, and only lose a few thousand...”

The man laughs, “Yeah right... Cops will be all over that place the moment they take her blood.” He plops the lollipop back into his mouth, swirling it around with his tongue as he looks at the girl, “You know what, Doc, just let her croak. Pussy’s pussy, right? All the girls are fucked up anyway, so it's not like it'll make a difference. We will take her to the river after the last client leaves.” With that, the man walks away, leaving Ezra with the girl who was known as Lady Griffin.

Ezra sighs, annoyed, as he takes off his gloves, throwing them at the windbreaker wall across from him. She moans slightly, opening her eyes in a daze. He crosses his legs, staying by her side as he strokes lightly at her cheek, “I’m sorry, Darling, I tried. I really did.” She attempts to say something, but it comes out in a garbled mess, “Shh... Don’t worry... you don’t have to talk anymore, Grif’. You’re free.” Her eyes drift, her breathing fades. She dreamed that she was flying, until it faded into a starry oblivion. At last, she is free.

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Books, coffee, and... warm hearts

Pairing: modern muggle!Remus x reader

Word count: 2k

Second one shot of the Essence series

A/N: @siriuslyimmoony as promised! ly gal <3 Please enjoy!

The coffeehouse displays its usual colors: sunset rays filtering through the windows, the green and white aprons of the waiters, and the kaleidoscopic wave of customers. A huge one. Loyal to its Saturday mood, the Coffee Behind the Book bar smells like caffeine, vanilla, and pastries.

From your table in the corner -- the one placed right in front of the first bookshelf of the shop -- you observe the swelling crowd that is slowly invading your favorite local, and congratulate yourself on the initiative of coming earlier today. As the soft buzzing of conversation and laughter starts to cover the ringing of the coffee machines, you put your headphones on, ready for a chocolate flavored dive into Pride and Prejudice.

«-when the door opened, and, to her very great surprise, Mr. Darcy, and Mr. Darcy only, entered-»

A movement close in front of you diverts your attention from Lizzie Bennet’s internal confusion.

As you look up, your stare falls on a tall young man, looking twenty-something, who’s smiling down at you, a steaming cup in one of his hands, and a copy of And Then They Were None in the other. Scars -- a few lines darker than his skin -- stretch on his nose and cheeks and forehead, drawing interesting patterns on a face whose features express effortless nice looks. His deep brown eyes and mousy hair add a mysterious touch to his person, like cinnamon brings out chocolate’s most intense flavor. If, tonight on the news, something will be told about the Moon disappearing, you won’t have a slight doubt as to where it has gone: this guy’s smile looks like it.

He mouths something, and you frown, not understanding any of his words. With a gentle gesture, he points to your headphones.

You remove them in a haste, feeling your cheeks lighting up.

“Do you mind if I sit here?”

Cherry on top of the cake: a voice that sounds like honey.

Now that the music’s bubble has burst, the cacophony of the bar reaches your ears, accompanied by the overpresent smell of croissants. Without glancing sideways -- how could you? -- you understand that the other chair at your table must be the last one remained empty.

“I- um- Yes. I mean, yes that you can sit here, not that I mind. I don’t mind, at all. Of course. I- um- Go ahead.”

For Austen’s sake, Y/N, what on Earth?

Thankfully, the man’s manners seem to be proportional to his nice face, because he sits down with nothing more than the smile he has worn during the whole interaction.

“Thank you,” he says.

You attempt a smile, and run for cover behind the pages of your book.

«They then sat down, and when her inquiries after Rosings were made, seemed in danger of sinking into total silence. It was absolutely necessary, therefore, to think of something, and in this emergence recollecting-»

After reading the same sentence thrice, without understanding it better, you take a peek at your table mate. Crossed-legged, with one arm next to his drink, and the other one holding his book, he seems very concentrated on Agatha Christie’s book. Without looking away from him, your hand goes for your own cup, but you hit it inadvertently, and a some of the chocolate caffeine splashes your wrists and fingers.

Panicking slightly, you look at the mess you’ve made, and wonder how you’ll dry yourself without dripping the liquid on your book, which stands between the napkins and your sticky hands.

There seems to be only one solution.

“Um- excuse me- could you please hand me a napkin?”

Handsome-young-man looks up from his story, and smiles at the sight of your coffee-covered hands. He grabs a couple of towels from the basket, and reaches out to help you himself.

Feeling that the temperature has climbed up too much in this darn small bar, you thank him as you finish wiping your arms.

“I can be so clumsy,” you excuse yourself.

He shakes the concern away with half a shrug, “Don’t worry. One of my best friends would make you seem nothing more than a beginner on the matter.” He leans back on his chair, but brings it a little closer to the table. “I’m Remus, by the way.”

You grin too, and look down to hide your blush.

“I’m- Y/N.”

“A pretty name for a pretty person,” Remus says heartily. “It’s a pleasure, Y/N.”

“Thank you,” you answer with a wider grin. “Same for me, Remus.”

Fearing an awkward silence, you take a sip from your mug, and when you lay it down again, you find that Remus has gone back to Christie’s Devon.

With no other possibility, you reluctantly pick Pride and Prejudice up from the table.

«-and, having nothing else to say, was now determined to leave the trouble of finding a subject to him-»

“Y/N?”

Did you look up too fast?

Your name sounds good rolling down his tongue.

You gulp down. “Yes?”

“Could you please put that book back on the shelf?”

And he hands you the blue paperback.

“Sure.”

“Thank you.”

As you grab it, your fingers brush, and the simple fact sends electricity running through your whole body. Careful to hide your troubled expression, you turn around and fit the book between two other mystery novels.

“Do you want any other?” you ask, not quite calm enough to face him again yet.

“Uh- Not really but- Do you have any recommendation? I think I’ve read everything that’s in here already.”

Forgetting about your shyness, you turn around and gawk at him. “You did?”

Seemingly glad to have surprised you, he exhales a small laugh, and shrugs. “I think I was the first customer to ever set a food inside here.”

Having arrived in town barely three months ago to attend a new year at university, you had discovered The Coffee Behind the Book just days after settling in your new apartment. From that day on, you have raced to read all of the volumes present in its library -- which is quite extended, to be honest. And you had never wondered how old it could be.

“When did they open?”

Remus looks at the entrance of the local, as if remembering the first day he had opened its door. “Around two years ago. I was just twenty.”

On its own accord, your mind makes up the addition: he’s just twenty-two.

“And you’ve seriously read every single novel displayed here?”

Remus leans forward, and whispers, “Are you doubting of my honesty, Y/N?”

You bite the inside of cheek, suppressing the foolishly gigantic grin that his playful tone threatens to provoke.

“Of course not, I’m just impressed.”

His eyes look even warmer, this close. They’re not totally brown: fine green flakes stretch from his pupil toward the exterior. Like fireworks.

“Have you read Madame Bovary, though? I haven’t seen it anywhere here.”

Remus tilts his head sideways, and narrows his eyes in an attempt to remember. “Sounds familiar, but only because I’ve heard it mentioned at uni lectures. Is it good?”

“No,” you huff. “Terribly boring.”

He laughs, and you smile a little more.

“Guess it’s not a rec, then?”

“It’s a rec to not read it, definitely.”

You set your elbows on the table, and start ripping a napkin to bits. Talking to a boy about books has never felt this good.

“Well, as we’re at it, I guess you’ll be very interested in knowing that you should never read City On Fire.”

“Never?” you burst. “I planned on reading it after this one! I thought it’d be good. I mean, the length says a lot.”

Remus shakes his head. “Reader newbies. Judging a book on its length.”

You throw one of yours wads to his face. “I’m not a newbie. I’ve been reading books since before I could walk!”

The man chuckles, and holds his palms up in defence. “Okay, sorry to have offended you, madame. But reading is not only about reading long novels or big books, you know. It’s about,” His eyes smile, and his lips follow. “Reading your surroundings too.”

“Surroundings?”

“Yeah,” he gives you another casual half shrug, which you’re starting to find terribly attractive. “Pay attention to what happens around you, to the people here and there.”

“And you think I’m a newbie at seeing stuff?” you ask, not weighting the weirdness of the question before it’s out of your mouth.

Remus snorts. “Well, you made me think I was nonexistent, earlier.”

“Oh, come on. I was just so absorbed by the book! Don’t pretend like it never happens to you.”

“Actually, no.”

“Are you kidding me?”

His laughter sounds like fairies and chocolate.

“I’m just teasing you. Of course it happens to me all the time. I’m a sucker at paying attention to anything.” Then, so low that you barely hear it, he adds, “Except to pretty bookworms in crowded coffee shops.”

To hide the increasing glow of your face, you shake your head.

His long fingers start fidgeting with the plastic flower that adorns the center of the wooden table, but his stare does not lose its focus on your face. Yours, however, travels to your surroundings. A group of teenagers on your right scream their delight over some phone conversation, while a couple of old ladies scowl at them from two tables away. A waiter, carrying more plates and cups than he looks like he could, speeds by like a modern version of Hermes. On your left, through the window, you can see a mother and her children walking their dog, and the Sun sending you a last wave from behind the buildings.

It’s past your usual coffee time, and yet you don’t want to leave.

This boy and his Queen t-shirt, with his smile that shines like a thousand stars, and his voice that warms your insides, is too much to let go.

You burn to know if Remus goes to the same uni as you, to know what his favorite novels are, to ask him about his preferred colors and weather.

“It’s late,” you murmur, instead.

His smile falters a little, “Yeah, we should probably be going.”

And, looking as if he has just woken up from a dream, he raises up. You follow his example, and take a step aside from the table.

“You’re forgetting your book,” he points out, with some amusement in his voice.

You shut your eyes in sweet shame. “I’m such a mess.”

And there you are, standing and laughing without really knowing why, for a good minute -- under the scornful look of the two old ladies.

You must be looking like two oversized preschoolers.

Then, the comic side of the situation dies down, and you are left biting your lip in slight embarrassment.

“Remus-” “Y/N-”

“Oh, sorry, you go.”

“No, no, you started first.”

You tuck a loose strand of your hair in place, and he scratches the back of his neck.

“Okay then, I’ll start first. I- um-” Crinkles appear on the side of his eyes as an adorable grin blooms on his lips, “I really liked talking to you, and I don’t want to seem creepy or awkward but- Would you like to meet again on next Saturday?”

He grabs Pride and Prejudice from the table, and hands it to you.

«”What can be the meaning of this?” said Charlotte, as soon as he was gone. “My dear, Eliza, he must be in love with you-»

“It’s nice to know that I didn’t bore you to death, but-” The muscles of his shoulders tense under his t-shirt, and you bite the inside of your cheek, a bit pleased by his reaction. “Do we really have to wait until next Saturday?”

He releases a breath, and you try to hide your exaggerated cheerfulness.

“Of course not, madame,” His eyes are soft. “I’d love to see you before.”

He offers you an arm to lead you out of the bar.

“Great,” you murmur, linking your arm with his. “Because it would have been a dreadful week otherwise.”

And, without any more words, you step toward the exit, feeling each other’s warmth, more than the coffee’s, filling your hearts.

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katherinethedork · 6 years

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Telle pt 5/? (p.p. x reader)

Word Count/ Warnings: swearing, fluffffffffff, beating people up, ~too many words (2k+)

Summary: Peter and Telle go out for a stroll. And a sandwich. And maybe something else...

A/N: WOOP ANOTHER PART, I’M NOT A FAILURE (jk)! I’m so excited for this one you guys don’t even know (it’s not really edited though, I just kinda blazed through re reading it). Sorry this took a few days I was just trying to get the scenes fully down and it just wasn’t working. But anyways I hope you enjoy!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, MASTERLIST, Requests are always open, don’t be shy! If you want to be tagged let me know preferably by message or ask!

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“Ms. P-Pepper! Hello,” Peter stutters out, surprisingly not dropping your hand. Oh god. It’s Peter’s second motherly figure (After May of course). You had to make a good first impression.

“Hello Peter,” Pepper says, turning to you, “and who is this young lady?”

“This is Y/N,” Peter says smiling at you warmly as you take your mask and hood off.

“Ahhh,” Pepper replies, like she already knows a lot about you. She probably did, knowing Peter.

You held out your hand for her to shake, “Lovely meeting you Ms. Potts!” You say as she shakes your hand.

“Wonderful to meet you too Y/N.” Pepper replies, “Alright I have to go, you kids have fun now,” Pepper says, winking at Peter. WHAT IS IT WITH THE WINKING AT PETER! You held your mask in your hand, not putting it back on out of comfort. You decide not to put on your hood either, it was just going to mess your hair up anyway.

Peter looks at you once more before turning down the hall in front of you and leading you back into the room you woke up in a couple of hours ago. When you enter the room Peter let’s go of your hand and turns to look around the room. Peter finds a cabinet that looks like it was made for files, and takes out a smushed backpack. He pulls out the classic red and blue suit and unfolds the body. He then pulls out the mask and looks at you and blushes.

“Uhm- can- is it-“ You laugh a little at his stuttering and spin around on your heels. You had seen Peter in just what he wears under the suit before, but the time that you did he was extremely embarrassed (and so were you, you turned around at the wrong time) and he didn’t know what to do, so you covered your eyes and turned around, trying to shield your bright red blush as much as you could. You didn’t ever speak of that day again.

“Okay you can turn around now,” Peter says. You turn around and see the suit form fitted to his body, and Peter shuffling around for his mask in his jacket pocket. When he finally got it out you went “awww”

“What?” Peter laughs, while you throw on your hood and mask, “I can’t show my face love!”

“But I wanna see it!” You say as if you were a five year old. Then you laugh and say, “It’s fine, do whatcha want”

You hold out the pajamas you were carrying towards Peter, “Can you put these in your backpack? I don’t really wanna carry them”

“Yeah of course,” he says, grabbing the pajamas from your hand and shoving them into his bag.

“Okay,” Peter says as he slides on his mask, “now how are we gonna get out to here?”

You look around for a window, when you spot one that aims directly in the area of your apartments. You walk over there and motion for Peter to follow you. He walks over, putting on the scrunched backpack.

“Hand.” You say holding out yours. Peter puts his hand in yours as you look out the window. You look back quickly at him with a mischievous smile, he sends back a questioning one. You turn to the window once again and tell yourself, go.

All of a sudden you’re on a building near the roof of your apartment building’s. You teleport once again to a closer building, and then finally land on top of your roof. As soon as your and Peter’s feet hit the ground, you sigh in relief. It felt good to do what you just did. Teleporting was like releasing all of your stress. It was like running, but a hell of a lot quicker. Peter stood still for two seconds before collapsing onto his hands and knees, pulling off the bottom part of his mask, and dry heaving.

You dive onto one knee and put your hand on his back, rubbing circles, “Ohmygod Peter are you okay? Sorry I should’ve said something about the nausea, it’s worn off on me so I just forgot to!” You rapidly speak.

Peter eventually gets his bearings and stands back up. “I’m sorry love!” You say putting a hand over your mouth.

Peter grabs your wrist gently and pulls it off your face, putting his mask fully back on. “You’re fine, you forgot. Karen what time is it?” Peter says dropping your wrist. “6:04, you wanna get some dinner? Delmar’s isn’t too far of a swing from here.”

Peter looks around, probably searching for Delmar’s. “Unfortunately you can’t see it from here...” Peter turns to you with what you can tell through the mask is a humongous smile, “Wanna go for a swing?”

“Of course. I love doing these, reminds me of the old days,” You say as you laugh and wrap your arms around Peter’s neck, “Let’s go.”

Peter wraps an arm around your waist as you hear a quiet thwip of a web hitting the side of a building. You and Peter walk over to the edge and take a step off, falling and being caught by the web. Peter slings another web as you see a crowd of people below you. You quickly stop on a fire escape, hoping not to be seen. The people of course spot Peter and you as they walk down the street. But they seem confused as they look at you.

“Hey look it’s Spider-Man!” One woman shouts as all the others turn around. “And another girl... who are you?”

You smile and yell, “I’m Telle, nice to meet ya!” You salute them after teleporting down in front of them for a split second before landing back on the fire escape.

You hear a couple gasps and “Wow”s.

“What else can you do?” A boy shouts.

“A lot more!” You say as you wrap your arms around Peter and whisper to him, “Let’s go.” You giggle after your request for no reason other than pure happiness.

You wave as Peter shoots another web and carries you off towards Delmar’s. You can see the headlines rolling in “Spider-Man’s New Girlfriend?”. You were excited to see articles about you and Peter when no one knew anything really about your powers or superhero persona.

When you finally land in front of the corner store, you rush in and order quickly, the main man Delmar surprisingly not here tonight. It was lucky though because he might’ve recognized your orders, as you had been here many times before.

You both got your sandwiches (and some other assorted candy) and left the store.

****

Peter sat next to you on the ledge of your apartment building, eating your sandwiches. You both were swinging your legs and just enjoying the sight of the city at night. You looked up and could see just a few stars out tonight, which was a miracle with all the light pollution from Queens.

“Hey so I never actually asked you, why the name Telle? I mean I like it a lot I just wanted to know the thought process.” Peter asks, finishing off his sandwich and tossing the trash in his bag.

“Well,” You say, shifting and crumpling up your trash, “I was sitting on my bed one day thinking about becoming a superhero, and I thought if I wanted to be a superhero, I had to have a super name.”

You throw your trash into his bag and turn forward again, “I was thinking about what would go with teleportation and telekinesis, and it just came to me I guess.” You say, laughing and turning to Peter, watching his chocolate eyes sparkle from the city light.

He pauses for a moment, an unashamed smile crawling across his face, “Well I think I might like Y/N a lot better.”

This. Boy. Your stomach made you feel like you wanted to do a backflip, and throw up. Butterflies invaded your stomach, causing you to blush heavily and smile uncontrollably. “Well I like Peter better than Spider-Man.” You return.

His smile magically grows wider as you giggle at your exchange with him. Suddenly, the mood shifts and all you want to do is feel this boy’s lips on yours for a second time. Your smile faded a bit as you inspected Peter’s face. You couldn’t find a single thing that you didn’t like. As you were doing this, you felt a hand creep up on yours, and intertwine your fingers. You looked down to see Peter’s gloved hand in your un-gloved one. Your smile grows even further as you look back at him, still watching you. This was probably the best feeling you had ever felt in your life.

“C-can I kiss you?” And it just got better.

“Peter Benjamin Parker, you can kiss me anytime you want,” You say giggling as he pulls your chin up to him, softly meeting his lips with yours.

As soon as your lips met his the world around you disapeared. The first kiss was nowhere near this one. Your first kiss with him was filled with desperation and neediness, this one was filled with adoration and... want? It was like the world would stop turning if he hadn’t been there right now. You moved your other hand to cup his cheek. You felt absolutely ecstatic. Peter moved one of his hands to your waist, and the other to the nape of your neck, breaking your hand hold. You move your hand on the ledge to help your balance, because Peter had extremely good balance for whatever reason, and you did not. You could fall off of the ledge and still be happy though.

When you both finally broke apart you gently rested your forehead on his, smiling from the encounter you just had. You quickly broke apart your heads when you heard screams from a nearby alleyway. You immediately looked in the general direction of the screams and teleported to a apartment building just one over from the one you had just kissed Peter on. You listened a little closer and heard muffled screaming from an alleyway you had walked through a million times. You turn around to see Peter blushing, his hands still mid-air, before he realizes what’s happening.

He stands up and webs his backpack to our roof, while throwing on his mask and jumping over to the building you were on.

“Peter we need to go now.” You say, adjusting your mask and throwing your hood on.

He nods in response and you teleport to a building above the alleyway. You crouch around the ledge and peek over to see the source of the screaming. You see five men, all in black. Three of them were holding women who looked like they just care back from a trip to the club. The three had them in headlocks, holding their mouths shut with their disgusting hands, hence the muffled screaming. The two that weren’t holding the women were screaming something to the women. You could only hear a couple things, “You shouldn’t have...”, “Money....”, “You little bitch!”

You hear this right as one of the women kicks backwards with her heel into the man who was holding her’s crotch. You feel the panic coursing through your veins as you turn to Peter.

“I’m going in,” You say to Peter, you turn back to the alleyway and teleport into the side that had no one on it. You hear and see the woman who had thrown the kick get tossed to the ground and kicked by one of the men who wasn’t holding anyone. The other two women scream and clearly are already crying. The woman who got kicked was crying and shaking after the blow to the stomach, getting the hint to stay on the ground.

You look straight up to the man who kicked her. He had a wicked smile on his face. This cruel asshole. You throw him to a nearby wall, forcing him to stay on the ground for a few minutes.

“Ahem, gentlemen,” you growl, turn to the three ladies, “ladies,” You say smiling.

You turn back to the four men, who are clearly startled and angry about your presence, “Okay I will give you simple orders. Let them go, stay here and my friend and I,” You say as Peter swings in (wow he had great fucking timing), “will call the police. If you don’t do this I will personally immobilize you all.” You say putting a hand on your chest and leaning over a bit to emphasize your point.

You can hear Peter hold back laughter at your fake smiles and over emphasis.

“Girlie, I don’t know what the fuck you are but you better leave right now or we will fuck you up along with these other bitches.” The fourth man says, helping the third one, who got kicked in the balls, stand back up.

“See that’s not the answer I was looking for.” You say, forcing your eyes and hands to glow even more to intimidate your foes a smidge more.

You throw the man who talked to you, number four, against the wall number one had been thrown against before. You knocked the wind out of him, and made him land on top of his buddy who was just getting up, further immobilizing both four and one.

The other three men seemed to be in a panic. Peter immediately went for number three, who had already gotten kicked in the balls, throwing a punch directly into his nose. You hear a crack and a ‘holy shit’ and decide to turn to the other two. The fifth one drops the girl he was holding and haphazardly tries to kick you. You easily dodge it and catch his leg with your telekinesis, and pull him off the ground. You throw him onto the floor behind you, hoping that he’ll skid to a stop and get the message.

The second man seemed to be panicking very heavily. His arms shaking around the girl’s neck. He did just see all of his buddies get beaten the shit out of, but wasn’t it his job to see shit like this? Oh well.

Peter walks over to you, just having sent number three to the ground and webbing him to the wall, still conscious. You both faced the man still holding this innocent girl who had stopped crying. She hopefully believed she was safe, but she still had her hands on the man’s arms. You gave her a nod to let her hands down. She slowly put them to her sides. You then rip number two’s arm off of her with your telekinesis and give the girl a little push toward the other two. You look back at the man, still holding his arm up with your powers.

“Drop his arm I have an idea,” Peter says to you. You release the purple glow radiating around the man’s arm and he tries to pull a gun out of his pocket. You immediately rip it out of his hand with your powers, you wanted to stay away from guns for a while now. You smashed it against the wall and left the man with no defenses.

“Girls. Go. Now.” You say as number two inches toward you, getting about three feet away.

“KICK HIS ASS,” one woman says while picking up the other girl who was on the floor. You saluted to her with a smile and turned back to Mr. Scowl here.

“Hand,” Peter says, you hold out the hand that was closest to him and twist your face in confusion, “hold this.” He slaps one end of a web into your hand and turns to the man in front of you.

Peter slaps the other end of the web onto the man’s face and you know exactly where he was going with this. You raised your knee and held it with your telekinesis as you pulled onto the web, bringing the thug’s face slamming into your kneecap. The man fell to the floor holding his nose while you winced in pain a bit. Sure, your knee hurt from that, but not as much as that guy’s face.

You sighed in relief as you looked around you and saw all the men laying on the ground groaning and clutching some body part. Peter walked around to web up all the rest of the guys to make sure they wouldn’t escape.

“Not so bad rookie,” Peter says walking back to you. You laugh and realize that you really need to work out more.

“Wait hold on,” Peter says, turning to the wall beside you. He holds his hand out and starts to spell something out with his webs on the wall, but you can’t really tell what it is until you see the full thing. When Peter finally steps away after a minute of webbing you fully see the message and smile.

Telle + S-M <3

“You dork,” You say whilst giggling. Peter laughs back and grabs your hand. You turn to where the girls have stationed themselves at the end of the alley.

You hear sloppy clapping and a couple of whoops as you walk over there, most likely a result of them being topsy from a bar, but you appreciated it anyways. You and Peter laugh and let go of each other’s hands while bowing over exaggerated bows. The girls giggle and smile as they watch you and Peter be total dorks.

“Hey Karen, can you call 911 and tell them that there was something going on here, I don’t know how to say it I’m sure you know what to do,” You mutter under your breath to Karen.

“Sure thing Y/N,” Karen responds, “I have alerted the police of a disturbance.”

“Thank you,” You whisper back, Peter laughing at your whispering, clearly not used to Karen yet.

“Thank you so MUCH!” One of the girl’s says, still tending to her friend who had gotten kicked.

“Seriously, you probably saved my life,” the one on the floor said. Actually, she might be the only one who hadn’t drank. She already had enough courage flowing through her veins.

“Wait is your name Telle?” The third girl turns to you after looking at Peter’s mural, “That is such a pretty name, I’m not even kidding”

“Thank you very much ma’am.” You say smiling at her.

She turns to Peter, “Woah but you’re Spider-Man,” she says wiggling her eyebrows. Clearly in a way that was like, oh look at you, you have abs I want to date you.

“T-that I am Miss.” he stutters back. You can practically hear the blush through his mask. You laugh and lace your fingers through his jittery hands. Dork.

“Oh wait sorry are you guys a thing?” The girl asks.

“Yes,” you and Peter answer at the same time, smiling like fools (even though you can’t see it through his mask).

“Well anyways, the police are coming and I need you to tell them everything you know.” You say as you hear the sirens come around the corner. You look up to a nearby fire escape and teleport up. Peter quickly swings up after you. The girls haphazardly turn around and shout Thank you’s to you. You smile and look to the top of another building that was nearby, teleporting yourself with Peter following from behind. When you get back to your roof with Peter you sigh and sit down cross legged. He sits down next to you and pulls off his mask, unfurling all his unruly curls.

“I wasn’t kidding. You did really good for a send time beating up people. You saved all the girls too which is really good.” Peter says smiling next to you.

“Thank you Peter.” You say smiling back at him. You kiss him on the cheek and watch the the blush spread around his face. You know there’s one covering your’s too but you really don’t care.

“Welp. My parents will probably be wondering where I am at this point, because you said that I’d be home around nine soooo... I should.. probably go.” You say standing back up and pulling Peter with you.

“Okay well. Thank you. For everything.” He says hugging you.

“No, thank YOU,” You return, smiling.

“You’re welcome,” Peter says smiling and pulling on his mask again. He grabs the backpack he had left there earlier and pulls out your pajamas and hands them to you. He zips the backpack back up and slings it around his shoulders.

“Bye bye Pete,” You say walking to the edge of your building with him.

“Bye Y/N,” he says swinging off. You turn around and find the door to the fire escape, climbing down the stairs and escaping into your bedroom.

You change into different clothes and settle into your bed, looking for your phone. You found it on your bedside table. Probably there because of Peter. You unlock it and tap into your messages app. You see one from Peter.

Soooo Mr. Stark just called and he wants you to meet the team tomorrow. At two. I’ll meet you at your house a little earlier than that. See you then Y/N.

Oh god.

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my-emotional-self · 6 years

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The Actor and The Photographer Part 2 (Chris Evans x Reader)

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff

Word Count: 2K

Part 1

The day went much more smoothly than you had imagined it to. Photographing celebrities was always a big risk; you didn’t know how they were going to act. But Chris delighted you in more ways than you fancied. He was downright beautiful, and he was very charismatic and funny. Overall, you were happy with the day.

“That’s a wrap” you called after snapping one last picture of Chris. “Thank you everybody for your hard work today.”

Glancing up, you saw that Chris gave you a smirk before walking behind the partisan to undress from his photoshoot clothing and back to his regular attire. You felt the blush creep up from your neck and to your face. ‘Get a grip Y/N, he’s just a regular guy’ you scolded yourself for getting embarrassed and shy all of a sudden. You had worked dozens of jobs photographing various amounts of celebrities and athletes, and never, not once, did you get flustered. ‘What are you doing to me Chris Evans’ you chided silently in your mind as you took your camera off the tripod, exploring the pictures you took of him.

“Can I see them?” Chris’ voice broke through your concentration; your heart skipping pleasantly at his voice.

“For sure, take a look” you smiled as you handed over your camera. At first, you looked at the pictures of him as he scrolled through, but you soon caught yourself staring at his expression. A warm smile lit his face; his eyes and nose crinkling as small bursts of laughter left his mouth.

After realizing you had fawned over this man long enough, you left his side to start packing up the rest of your bag.

Your camera came into view, Chris holding out to you. “You’re really talent. You’ve got a great creative eye” he stated with a smile as you took the camera from him.

“Thanks” you replied as you packed it into your bag. “It started out as a hobby but then it became so much more than that. It’s my passion.”

Chris looked at you adoringly, as if hearing you speak was the most beautiful thing he heard. Your face started to heat up again from his gaze but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him.

He cleared his throat before speaking, “So, the umm, the game on Sunday. Do you think maybe I could get your number so we can work out the details?”

“Yes, of course! That would probably be beneficial huh?” you nervously laughed as you took your phone out, unlocked it, and handed it over to him. He put his number into your phone and then texted himself so he had yours.

“Are you heading home right now?” he asked, putting his phone is his pocket and helping you with your bags.

“That I am” you grunted as you hauled a large bag over your shoulder. “Although, I should probably stay here overnight and just head home tomorrow morning.”

Chris stilled his movements, giving you a curious glance making you cock your head in wonder. “What?” you giggled out as you moved past him.

“I just assumed you lived here in New York.”

Now it was your time to pause. You turned around, giving him a wide grin as you shook your head. “No silly. I live in Brookline in Massachusetts. It’s about a ten minute drive from Tom and Gisele’s house. That way I’m closer to the kids and can see them more often.”

“No shit” Chris said with a gruff laugh, shaking his own head at his assumptions. “I guess you can say we are neighbors then.”

“And why is that?” You weren’t into celebrity gossip and you didn’t pay attention to things such as where everyone lived, so it came as a bit of shock to you when Chris told you that you two were neighbors.

“Because I live in Boston.”

Now it was your time to be surprise, “No shit” you replied with a giggle of your own; Chris hot on your tail as the two of you made your way out of the GQ offices.

“If you plan on staying overnight in the city again, would you maybe want to go grab a bite to eat? Gets some drinks?”

You always had a rule when it came to your job; never date the celebrities that you photograph. If things didn’t go well, your name in the industry could be tarnished. But being around Chris today, there was something different about him compared to other actors. He was simple, down to earth and didn’t seem like a petty person who would try to ruin his ex’s lives.

Deciding, for once in your life to have some fun and throw your rules out the window, you answered him with a smile. “I’d love to Chris.”

~~~

You made it back to your hotel, thanking your lucky stars you booked the hotel for two nights just to be on the safe side. A quick shower was on your agenda as you put your hair in a top knot and rapidly washed your body, shaving the necessary areas. You had not planned on doing anything with Chris that night; but a girl has to be prepared right?

Not thinking you would be having dinner with anyone, you didn’t really bring anything fancy with you. So you threw on a fresh pair of panties and a bra, your same black skinny pants you wore from earlier and a dark grey oversized sweater. After putting a bit more eye-makeup on, you tied your combat boots around your feet just as someone knocked on your door.

Opening the door, you saw Chris standing there, looking handsome as ever with his baseball hat on. There was something about men in baseball caps that made you weak at the knees and Chris pairing it with his ocean blue eyes and a flannel made you want to kidnap him and ravage his body in a cabin in the woods.

“Hey” he said with a smile, “you look beautiful.”

Damn him and his compliments! Your face instantaneously became heated with blush at his words and you shied away, turning around to grab your purse.

“Thanks Chris” you finally mustered up the courage to speak, “you’re looking rather dapper yourself.”

~~~

He took you to a hole-in-the-wall bar, your favorite kind of bar. Bar food was seriously the best kind of food out there, especially if there was beer involved.

“You didn’t just ask me out for beer and food because you wanted to get Intel on my brother now did you?” you joked, giving him a wink before taking a sip of your beer.

He coughed on his beer as you spoke; barking out a fit of laughter after he finally calmed his coughing fit. “Well, not completely” he retorted which caused you to laugh in return. The more you were around Chris; the more you realized just how fun of a person he was. His jokes and bantering was something fresh, something you needed in your life right now. “But in all seriousness, how is it to have Tom Brady as your brother.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment in a sarcastic but happy way. Chewing on your lip nervously, you looked deep into his cerulean eyes as his own bore into yours. “It’s great” you finally said with a satisfied sigh. “Really great. Tom has been amazing, and he always will be. He paid for my schooling because my parents didn’t want to go to school for photography. They didn’t think it was a good career choice. Tom, being my protective older brother, took a stand and wouldn’t say no about paying for my tuition.” You took a big gulp of your beer, your eyes never leaving Chris’. His arms were folded on the table across from you, leaning in intently, listening carefully to every word you spoke. “Naturally I paid him back once I started making a name for myself. He kept saying he didn’t want my money, so once the kids were born, I opened up a college fund for them and that is where the money now sits. He is such a sucker for those kids, so he couldn’t say no to that.”

Chris took a bite of his burger before replying to you. “Wow, he seems like a great guy. You guys are really close huh?”

Nodding your head, you let your mind wander to your brother, and how much you missed him during the season. He was always practicing and even though the two of you live in the same city, you just didn’t get to spend as much time with him during football season.

“We are. During school, he had me move in with him and Gisele so I wouldn’t have to worry about finding a job while going to school and having to pay bills. He’s my rock and I don’t know where I would be without him” you confessed.

The two of you continued to talk the rest of the night; the conversation flowing effortlessly between you two. You each shared stories of your childhood with your siblings and all the pranks you pulled. Your stomach hurt from laughing so hard. It had been a long time since you opened up to someone, having trust issues. You knew how the entertainment world worked and you usually kept yourself secluded; but Chris was bringing out the child in you. You felt carefree again and it wonderful.

“So what are you plans for the future?” Chris declared, knocking back another beer.

“My life goal is to have my photos in National Geographic” you admitted. His eyes rose and his lips curled up at your confession.

“That’s a pretty amazing goal Y/N. I’m impressed.”

You beamed at the compliment this time; your face wide from your grin. “Thanks. I actually take a scuba diving certification test in a few weeks. That way I can buy some gear and start taking pictures of sea wildlife. From there, I want to make it to Africa and see where that leads me.”

Chris looked at you in astonishment. He lifted his chin up, his unblinking eyes focused on yours. He looked…proud of you in this moment.

The night continued with ease, and in the end, Chris paid the bill much to your obliging. “Hey, I asked you out tonight, I’m paying” he said playfully as you tried to get the bill out of his hands. You stuck your tongue out at him, wiggling your eyebrows in amusement causing him to chuckle. His laugh was infectious as you found out tonight.

After the bill was paid, the two of you walked out into the early autumn New York night. It was late, the sky was dark but the city lights illuminated the streets. “Can I walk you back to your hotel?” Chris asked and you didn’t even need to think about an answer. Glancing up at him, you nodded your head as the two of you continued down the street.

Your hotel was a handful of blocks away from the bar but you didn’t mind walking. It was nice to get some fresh air and walk off all the food you had eaten. As you and Chris continued to talk, his hand kept brushing up against yours and each time, it sent a shockwave of electricity up your arm. ‘What are you doing to me Chris’ you asked yourself?

Getting back to your hotel, he walked you straight to your door as you found your key card in your purse. “Thanks for coming out with me tonight. I had a great time” Chris said with a smile. “I’m excited for the game on Sunday.”

Your face mirrored his as you nodded your head. “Yeah thanks for inviting me tonight. And Sunday is going to be a blast.”

The two of you stood just outside your door. The only breaking of eye contact came from Chris when he glanced down to your lips, then back to your eyes. Your heart started skipping erratically as he leaned forward, bending his head to position his lips millimeters from yours.

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A/N: Annddddd, I’m thinking a part 3??

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petersspidey · 7 years

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Road Trip

Request: YESS MY DUDE PLS WRITE A ROAD TRIP FANFIC I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER AND EVER!!!!

A/N: Ahhhhh, this is a marvellous idea and lmaoooo I'm actually writing this on the plane ride home. I was only delayed for two hours sitting on the tarmac and then a nine hour flight home!!! Let’s just say, it’s been a long day. And tbh I literally would never write this on a plane (usually) but I got lucky and there’s nobody sitting on either side of me or behind me WOW so here I am, somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean (actually I'm probably over France rn) writing about you guys and fucking Peter Parker.

I also decided to try and do this a different way, its one of those Headcanon posts instead

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: nada

Masterlist

The lovely Peter Parker and yourself had been best friends for quite sometime and boy were you both pining over each other. Extremely pining.

It was a lot of almost but not completely’s. Which annoyed the hell out of you. But I mean, Peter also annoyed the hell out of you.

You loved the boy, but he was needy. (Lol you love it).

You had just finished your third year of high school when you and Peter decided that you needed to go on a road trip.

Meaning that Peter begged you to take a road trip with him. By then, he had passed his driver’s test and was ready to go on the road.

In the middle of July, you and Peter climbed into May’s car and began making your way to Niagara Falls.

It was seven in the morning and Peter had pulled up in front of your building in May’s car.

Peter jumped out and grabbed your bag and threw it into the trunk, rushing back around to open the car door for you. “Good morning, Y/N,”

“Well it looks like someone is in a good mood,”

“Of course I'm in a good mood, i’m excited! Aren’t you excited? We’re finally going on the road trip!”

“Yes, Peter, I’m very excited,” you laughed.

“Ive never been Niagara Falls, what do you think it’s like? And how long until we get there? You know I'm not good on long drives,”

“Oh my god, Peter. Okay, Niagara Falls is very nice, you’ll love it. It’s about six and a half hours but because we’ll get caught in rush hour it’ll probably be closer to eight,” you answered.

“Then let’s go,” Peter smiled, putting the car into drive, heading towards the highway.

You were not at all surprised how simultaneously prepared and unprepared Peter was for this trip.

The boy had multiple road trip playlists and a few sugary treats but that was it. You of course were the one who thought to bring water, healthier snacks, tissues, etc.

Ten minutes into the trip he started diving into his snacks

“PeTeR ItS sEvEn In ThE mOrNiNg you don’t need a fruit roll up!”

“But Y/N, Spiderman needs his nutrients,”

“A fRuIt RoLl Up Is NoT nUtRiCiOuS,”

Peter just looked you right in the eye and took another bite of the fruit roll up causing you to lose your fucking marbles

THis boy was going to drive you insane for the next eight hours you just knew it

“Peter why don’t you just put on one of the CD’s you made instead of just singing?”

“Are you trying to tell me you don’t like my singing?”

“Peter Parker but put your CD on and sing along to that,”

“Will you sing with me?”

“I don’t know? Is ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ on this playlist of yours?”

“OH NO!”

“Peter did you actually forget the ultimate road trip song?”

“Yes. But I can sing it for you,”

You acted annoyed with Peter but less than a minute later you were both singing at the top of your lungs

You pretended to be annoyed with Peter but you really loved him and you were actually having the time of your life

Eventually Peter turned on that playlist of his

Turns out Don’t Stop Believing was on it

“Oh my god PEter you idiot,”

“I FoRgOt,”

You and Peter were both idiots who were helplessly in love with each other but didn’t know

You would spend so much time just staring at the boy while he tried to focus on driving

Plot twist he knew you were looking at him

His CHEEKS TURNED BRIGHT RED EVERY TIME

You thought it was the cutest

You were still singing along loudly to the music.

You would record it and send snaps to Ned saying you missed him

Ned would always respond with “Bullshit you two need this time to figure everything out,”

You tried to ask PEter what Ned meant but before Peter could answer he got distracted by a sign that said ‘Niagara Falls 350 miles’

“Peter, that’s still like five hours”

“BuT wErE gETTING CLOSE”

“Whatever you say, hon”

You wanting to pull over on the side of the highway to take pictures of all the scenery

“Y/N, we’re never going to make it in time if we don’t keep driving,”

“In time for what?”

“Just WE WON’T MAKE IT IN TIME,”

“But Peter I want to take a picture of you next to that tree,”

“Y/N,”

“Peter Parker If you don’t go stand next to that tree so I can take your picture, no more fruit roll ups,”

“But how will I survive and not starve?”

“I have apples,”

Peter still didn’t move

“Peter Benjamin Parker,”

“Fine!”

“Thank you! I love you!”

“Yeah yeah, love you too,” he would mumble,

The picture of Peter turned out with him standing next to the tree with his arms crossed and huge pout on his face

“Peter can you please smile for me?”

“Why would I smile after you threatened to take away my fruit roll ups?”

“Because I want to remember this trip! Please, can you just smile for me?”

You know how Peter’s puppy dog eyes are irresistible? Anything you do is irresistible to him.

THIS BOY IS SO WHIPPED FOR YOU, YOU SIMPLY FROWN AND HES DOING EVERYTHING IN HIS POWER TO MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER

And boy you knew it too

So you frown and Peter loosens his shoulders and lets his arms fall

“No Y/N IM SORRY DON’T BE SAD YES I’LL SMILE,”

You got another picture of Peter with a big smile on his face, pointing at the tree.

“Can we get going now WE HAVE A SCHEDULE”

“Why is this the first I'm hearing about this schedule?”

“BEcuase it’s a surprise now get in the car,”

You both climb back In the car and set off again

“Y/N LOOK ONLY 250 MILES NOW”

“Peter that still three and a half hours,”

“BUT WE’RE EVEN CLOSER”

At one point you pull off the highway into a small town to get gas

The windows were rolled down and you began sneezing like crazy

“Thank you,”

“What?” You asked Peter in between sneezes

“I MEAN BLESS YOU”

You were hunched over in the passenger seat, laughing your ass off in between your wild sneezes

“Can you please roll up the window Peter clearly I'm allergic to something”

“fUCK YES SORRY”

When you stopped for gas you wanted to get out and take pictures but you knew you would just sneeze and not get any good pictures so you stayed in the car and took pictures of Peter pumping the gas without him noticing

This boy is so fucking gorgeous and the pictures turned out rather amazing despite how dirty the windows were

AND OF ALL THINGS TO TURN YOU ON PETER PUMPING GAS INTO THE CAR WAS APPARENTLY ONE OF THEM

When Peter got back in the car you were just staring at him

“What?” Peter eventually asked, confused by your staring

“Nothing. You’re just pretty is all,”

YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN PETER’S CHEEKS THAT RED

But of course this loser gained some confidence after he received your compliment

“Well if we’re talking about who’s pretty, then there’s no contest, hands down you’re the most beautiful,”

“Peterr!”

“I only speak the truth,”

“Well you’re sweet spider-boy but it could just be from all the fruit roll up’s you’ve been eating,”

“Also,”

“Also?”

“You should pump gas more often,”

“Why….”

“Cause you kinda looked really hot,”

“I mean it is July the temperature are rather warm,”

“Peter Parker you know that’s not what I meant,”

“I know, I just like teasing you,”

Not nice,”

“I mean, I guess my so called hotness while pumping gas would explain why that hot blond was staring at me the entire time,”

“wHOOO?”

Peter just laughed and didn’t answer you

This fuking boy

When you finally made it to Niagara Falls Peter was flipping excited.

You checked into your motel and then decided to go exploring

“So when do I get to find out what this surprise is?”

“SOON”

“Should I be worried?”

“Shhhh Y/N, it’s a surprise I'm not going to throw you over the falls or anything,”

YOU were extremely suspicious as to what the surprise was

YOu and Peter went to the falls and you spent so long just taking pictures of Peter’s face when he first saw them

He was in absolute awe

You were so fucking in love with this boy

You kindly asked another Person to take a few pictures of you and Peter in front of the falls

They smiled and said you two made a cute couple and they snapped a few photos and gave you back your camera

“About that…”

“About what?”

“I also think we make a cute couple,”

“Y/N NO SHHHH YOU’RE GOING TORUIN MY SURPRISE”

You were so confused

Did Peter just tell you to stop revealing your feeling cause IT WOUDL ‘RUIN HIS SURPRISE’

What was this boy up to

After you spent some more time at the falls Peter dragged you down to the bottom of the falls

“Peter what are we doing here?”

“I BOOKED US A TOUR ON MAID OF THE MIST”

“You did not,”

“I did,” you smiled and gave Peter a hug.

You had been to Niagara Falls before but you had never gotten the chance to do a boat tour and Peter knew it was always something you wanted to do since you saw the episode of The Office where Jim and Pam got married on one of the boats

You were both given ponchos and you climbed on to the boat

You were kinda sad you couldn’t take your camera out cause you didn’t want to get it wet.

“So this was only half of the surprise,” Peter said

“What? There’s more?”

Peter turned to you and just

HES SO FUCKING CUTE HIS HAIR WAS GETTING WET SO HIS CURLS WERE FLOPPY BUT THEY WERE ALL OVER THE PLACE AND UGH HES ADORABLE

“I’m in love with you,”

YOU WERE BLOWN AWAY YOU DIND’T FUCKING KNOW THIS BOY HAD ANYTHING BUT PLATONIC FEELINGS FOR YOU

“Are you serious Peter cause If you’re just fucking with me thats not very nice and you know I love you so I really hope you’re not messing with me cau-

Peter cut you off with a kiss

Usually you’d be mad if someone did that but Peter Parker was kissing you on fucking Maid of the Mist of all places and it didn’t seem to matter in that moment

“I love you too, you nerd,”

Peter had this big goofy grin on his face and you just smiled and went to kiss him again.

It was a long ass eight hour drive to Niagara Falls but it was totally worth it.

#the spacing didn't work well when I copied and pasted it #rip #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #petersspidey #Peter Parker headcanon #Peter Parker fanfiction #spiderman homecoming #spiderman #Spiderman imagine #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland #tom holland imagines #tom Holland fan fiction #tom holland x reader #tom

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wildernessuntothemselves · 7 years

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Florida Kilos

Second drabble from the song drabble game. You can read the first one here, and here is the BTS request list and the Girl Group request list. Song: Florida Kilos by Lana Del Rey (drug dealer sana!au) White palms, baking powder on the stove Cooking up a dream, turning diamonds into snow I feel you, pretty baby, feel me Turn it up hot, loving you is free I like it down, like it down way low But you already know that You already know Come on down to Florida I got something for ya We could see the kilos or the keys, baby, oh ya Guns in the summertime Drink a Cherry Cola lime Prison isn't nothing to me if you'll be by my side Word Count: 2k Genre: slight smut, fluff Author’s Note: so I didn’t go by the most voted sequence like I said because I really really wanted to write something for Sana. She’s been on my mind for some time and I can’t resist her :’D

Your eyes travel up the calculated, poised curve of the girl's body as she leans on open window of a police car posted near the beach, and talks up the officer inside of it. It's stupidly clear the effect she has on him. Sana is blessed with one of those innocent faces that make anyone trust her, and she has a cutesy, high-pitched voice that she uses to charm her way into people's hearts. Those two things, coupled with her natural childish disposition, make it so no human on this earth would be able to resist falling for her. Yes, when it comes to her face she's indistinguishable from an adorable little cherub, but her body tells a different story. Everything from her sexy collar bones that she loves to show off in her endless supply of off-shoulder tops to her long, honey thighs is pure sin. And she knows how to flaunt it.

The clash between her innocent face and sexy body makes the men who leer at her become filled with shame. How could they be thinking such filthy thoughts about such an angelic creature? They stammer and blush and try to hide their ogling but they still look, and maybe that, the blinding guilt and lust they have for her, is what allows her to get away with so much.

You knew for a while now that Sana is a drug dealer, to the complete obliviousness of the entire city population and police force. You weren't any better than them, really. You only knew because she allowed you to know. You tell yourself it's because she cares, because she doesn't want to keep secrets from you... but it's hard to be convinced when you see her in such short shorts, talking it up and down with that officer who won't stop glancing down at her body. Haven't he ever fucking heard of subtlety?

This shouldn't bother you so much but it does. Why does she kiss you so tenderly? Why does she let you fall for her only to turn around and do this?

Again you try to convince yourself that she's only doing that to cover her tracks and keep her image up, but that's an even harder pill to swallow. A much simpler explanation would be that you're as much of an idiot as that man in the police car, greedily drinking up whatever truth she offers you. After all, it's not like she outright told you about her illegal undertakings. You found out when you saw her in the middle of a transaction, and at the time you had thought that the eye contact she made with you and the small smile on her face meant that she intended for you to see, but now you're starting to think that it was an accident and she's merely stringing you along to get you to keep quiet.

Well, you weren't going to keep quiet, at least not to her. Dangerous drug dealer or not -and she was dangerous, you could see it in those fox eyes of hers- you were going to confront her about it. If she's concerned about you telling anyone then she shouldn't be because you'd never tell anyone anyway, but she had no right to play with your emotions like that!

"If you're going to stare at least be subtle about it." Jeongyeon, the waitress at the beach bar you are working in, snorts, making you jump. How long was she standing there?

"I'm not staring. What are you talking about?" You mumble, blushing intensely and quickly averting your eyes from your seductress.

She only snorts again as a way of reply, and you chew on your lips, your eyes already missing Sana and trying to fight the urge to look over at her again until they break out of your control and steal a glance, only to find out that she's already gone.

Disappointment drops like a stone in your stomach because even though you were intensely jealous of the scene you were witnessing just a few moments ago, you still considered it a privilege to be able to watch the divine girl seduce her way out of trouble.

Jeongyeon sees the disappointment on your face and clarifies smugly, "Don't get all pouty now, Miss Bagel herself is coming over here." She smirks and quickly leaves before the panic fully hits you.

Like a deer caught in a trap, you watch wide-eyed as Sana confidently struts over to you. "How's my favorite cocktail girl?"

Sana pins you down under her sultry gaze, and you struggle against it but you can't break free.

"I'm f-fine." You curse yourself for stuttering. Can you for once not act like a loser in front of her?

Sana reaches out and brushes away the hair from your face, a defense mechanism you use to hide yourself away like an ostrich, thinking that if you can't see the danger then it can't see you too.

"I saw you watching me earlier." She says and you pull away, embarrassment latching onto your body like a fire, but Sana only follows after you. "You know he means nothing to me right? They all mean nothing, only you do."

She lifts your chin up to make you look at her and whispers, "You believe me, don't you baby?"

And just like that, your heart goes into free fall.

"Hey, stop biting on your lips." She swipes a finger across your lips, feeling the abused surface and releasing it from the assault of your teeth. "See, you've got it all dry and cracked? Luckily for you, I've got some extra chapstick."

She doesn't give you time to think before she's closing the small distance between you and pressing her lips onto your own.

The kiss ends before it even begins. Sana pulls back right away but her face stays precariously close to yours. She uses her thumb to spread the small amount of her cherry chapstick that was now staining your lips. "Oh no, it's still dry. I think it needs more, don't you agree?"

You meekly nod and she dives in again. This time the kiss lasts longer but only slightly before she pulls back again. Each following kiss grows in duration until she has you clutching onto her silky smooth shoulders and threading through her even softer hair. Her lips taste of the salty waves and the pink cherry chapstick she obsessively wears.

She backs you into the corner adjacent to the bar's counter so you're out of sight then you feel her hand start sliding up your thigh and under your skirt. She lightly runs her finger across your slit that was embarrassingly outlined by your wet underwear. Immediately your breath hitches and you break the kiss. You'd never gone this far with her before. Actually, you've never gone beyond chaste kisses, light neck carcasses or a hand that lingers on your waist for a second too long.

"Want me to stop?" Her smile remains seductive but you can see the seriousness in her eyes. She'll stop if you want.

Your answer is quick and sure, "No."

Her giggle floats on the beachy winds and swirls around you as she leans over and kisses you neck. She starts rubbing you more firmly now and soon you find yourself whining and whimpering for more.

It was wrong, you knew it was. She was bad news and you were a good girl. You shouldn't let yourself be caught up in such illegal and dangerous things no matter how sexy, how unbelievably sexy, the package was.

Your mind was free to think whatever it liked because as soon as she eased a pretty, slender finger into you, you stopped listening to it anyway. "Does this feel good?"

"Yes, please don't stop."

"I won't stop as long as you keep moaning for me like that, pretty baby." She drawls, and you swear you could cum from just listening to her voice. You don't know what you did to deserve the attention of such a heavenly creature but it seems like the universe agrees with you because just as you were nearing your end, you hear Jeongyeon yelling for you.

"Damn it, where are you, ___!"

You have half a mind to ignore the tall girl but Sana pulls away from you and tells you to go see what she wants. You give her a betrayed look but she just laughs and gives small spank, sending you on your way.

You try to appear as calm and collected as possible as you step up to the counter as if you didn't just step out of one of your wet dreams, but it doesn't fool Jeongyeon.

"Whoa, what happened to you?" She exclaims before her raised eyebrows quickly settle down into a disgusting pervy look. "Did you finally get that make-out session from Sana that you were pining after?"

"Shut up!" You throw a washcloth at her, embarrassed by the fact that Sana was a few feet away, hearing everything she said.

"Oh, please, you are like a little puppy who--" You suddenly stop listening to Jeongyeon's humiliating rant because, no, Sana wasn't a few feet away like you had thought, but instead she was crouched under the bar counter with her hands traveling up your legs at this very moment.

You think she's going to finger you again but instead, she does something much worse. She pulls your panties to the side and presses her pouty lips to your pussy. You yelp, interrupting Jeongyeon and she narrows her eyes in suspicion. "What's with you?"

"Nothing! Is there something that you wanted. You know, besides annoying the fuck out of me?" You snap, your voice coming out shaky and unsteady.

"Geez, I was kidding. No need to bite my head off. I came to give you these orders." She starts rattling off a long list of drinks that you can't even hear because the things that Sana is doing to you under the counter are unmentionable. You can't help but sneak what was supposed to be a glance down at Sana, your eyes meeting her own fox-sharp ones and the smile she has wrapped around your sensitive clit turns her eyes even sharper. The sounds of the waves and wind are loud but the sloppy sounds of your wet pussy are so deafening that you can't believe Jeongyeon can't hear it.

When she's done recounting all the orders to you, she asks you if you've got it, and you say yes.

"Really? Are you sure you don't want to get the notepad to write them down?" She says unconvinced, and your eyes snap back to her and see the suspicious look back on her face.

"I said I got it, Jeongyeon. I'm not an amateur." You snap, hoping the rude tone would make her finally go away.

She raises both her hands up in mock surrender, "Alright, alright."

You were so desperate to get rid of her because, despite the fact that you were in public and that you were engaged in a conversation, you were dangerously close to cumming. But again, the universe was hell bent on smiting you, and just before Jeongyeon was out of earshot, your orgasm comes ripping through you like a riptide and an unmistakable moan of pleasure is torn from your throat.

Jeongyeon whirls around, eyebrows up to her hairline, and you have nothing to do but quickly duck behind the counter.

"Oh god, oh god, I'm quitting my job! No, I'm leaving the entire city!" You squeak, hiding your face behind your hands. Sana's laugh floats around you again, seeping through you and soothing you like a magic touch.

"You're saying that like I'd let you out of my sight, pretty baby." Sana smirks and removes your hands from your face, pressing a final, languid kiss to your mouth. She doesn't taste of salt and cherries anymore. Instead, she tastes of you, and your mind can't argue back when your heart tells it that nothing has ever felt more right.

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