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lilacella · 4 months ago

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After they had returned to the castle, things changed. In the beginning, they would still kiss and cuddle like they used to last year but Sirius could feel James slowly pull away. Their kisses became shorter and when he tried to reach for James' hand now, James would suddenly busy it with something else. It stung, but James didn't have to do any of this. It wasn't like they were a couple.

This isn't really smutty but there is definitely some mature content in here, so minors beware! Not a lot though. It's basically like one paragraph, so nobody get too excited xD

Reindeer Games

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Chapter 4/5: Summer after 5th - 6th year

"I certainly will not!" Sirius threw down his fork with a loud clank. His mother shot him a sharp look.

"You will," his father said sternly.

"You should be grateful, she is quite pretty," said Regulus, impaling a potato on his plate.

"Then you go get fucking engaged to her!" Sirius hissed furiously at his brother. He could hear his pulse rushing in his ears. They couldn't do this. They couldn't, right? You can't just get engaged against your will, can you?

Katarina Tomova, the daughter of an influential Bulgarian pure blood politician. Of course father would want to tap into his connections and what better way to establish a good relation than to wed each others offspring. But Sirius would not be a pawn in his fathers game.

His mother glared at him.

"Behave yourself, Sirius. Your brother is too young to get engaged and you are becoming of age soon. As the oldest son it is your duty to uphold the bloodline!"

Sirius threw himself back in his chair, crossed his arms and snorted.

"You can't make me."

"Stop being ridiculous, boy, this is an honor." Orion Blacks voice filled the room with a deep thunder. Calm, but menacing none the less. He fixated Sirius with his eyes. Usually, he would have turned away now but today he didn't.

"I will not marry her," Sirius growled, holding his fathers gaze.

"It is time for you to grow up. We have spent enough time watching your childish behavior, sullying our blood by mingling with traitors and half-bloods. I will not permit this to go any further. Marriage will finally knock some sense into you."

Sirius blood was boiling. Knock some sense into him. These Bastards...

His father continued. "We have arranged a meeting for the upcoming weekend. The engagement will take place in late August - lest you embarrass us." Orion fixated Sirius with a look that left no doubt that he better not be doing that unless he wanted to suffer some grave consequences. But Sirius didn't care about consequences right now. He jumped up from his chair, slamming his hands on the table causing a cacophony off clinking dishes.

"Fuck you! I will not get fucking married so you can get invited to some facist circle jerk group!"

His mothers spell hit him almost immediately. Sirius body slammed back into the chair, his joints locking painfully into the perfect right angles of an upright sitting position.

"Silencio!" She yelled and Sirius last option to protest was taken. Her gleaming eyes met the fury in his, but only briefly, before she turned back to her husband and younger son in an almost sickeningly sweet tone.

"We shall have a quiet dinner from now."

"Thank you, dear," Orion replied, without a trace of fondness in his voice.

Sirius had been sitting in his chair for three hours, twenty three minutes and eight seconds. He had been staring at the hands of the big grandfather clock in the dining room, since his mother had hexed him. It was the only way he could somehow control his tumultuous emotions. He hated it, when she did this. And she knew that. It was one of the few punishments that actually worked, that actually affected him.

Being forced to sit still for hours, unable to leave, unable to scream. And Merlin, did he want to scream. The darkness was creeping into the room as the summer sun set outside, pulling away the last traces of light around him, drenching him in shadows.

Sirius tried to keep calm. Take deep breaths and just watch the clock. Three hours, twenty four minutes and thirteen seconds. That meant only three hours, thirty five minutes and fourty seven seconds until the spell would finally let up. He could do that. He had done it before. But his whole body hurt and it was getting dark and he was going to miss his call with James. Oh fuck, why did he think about that.

Tears welled in his eyes, one spilled and ran down his cheek, dripping onto his robes. His muted breaths were shaky. From his pocket he could hear James voice, muffled, saying his name. He couldn't do this.

Three hours, thirty five minutes and ten seconds later, Sirius could finally free himself. His body was stiff and ached from the prolonged static position. He carefully stretched out his shaky limbs, desperately trying to even out his breath, to stop fucking crying, before the Silencio would let up.

He felt nauseous. And all he wanted to do was to get upstairs, curl up in his bed and call James. But it was past midnight now and he could hardly expect James to be awake now. Maybe he'd try anyways.

He took another deep breath and wiped his face dry before he left the dining room. Of course his mother was waiting outside in an armchair. He knew she would, but it still startled him. The sudden light of the living room blinded his sensitive eyes.

"Ah, there you are. Have we come to our senses now? Or do you need a another treatment."

Sirius could feel a shudder of dread that extinguished the fire of defiance with a sharp fizzle. He bit his tounge and shook his head.

"Good." She got up and cupped his chin with her hand.

Don't touch me.

"Then up to bed with you. I made an appointment at Gamblets & Rigor for tomorrow morning. You will need representable robes for the weekend."

Sirius resisted the urge to rip his face out of her grip. His jaw was clenched so tightly, it hurt.

When she finally let go he stormed up the stairs to his room, almost slamming the door behind him but stopping it at the last second. He just couldn't deal with anymore today. He felt raw and tired and he just wanted to talk to James.

Actually, he didn't want to talk at all. He wanted James to hold him. Make him feel safe and okay like he always did.

Sirius dropped to his knees on the wooden floor and sobbed. He didn't care whether Regulus would hear him through the wall. He couldn't keep it together any longer.

They were really going to marry him to that girl. He couldn't let that happen. He couldn't let them take him to Bulgaria. He would have to figure something out. But what? He could simply not comply, simply refuse, but he had a really bad feeling about what his father might do if he went down this route. There were certain options to make people do things against their will and Sirius wouldn't put it past his father to use these extreme measures to get his way...

He could barely breathe. It felt like the walls of his room were closing in on him. He needed to get out.

Sirius knees slammed harshly onto the wet pavement. He had fucked up the inertia spell. Great. He looked up to the open window of his room, curtains flattering in the crisp night air. He swallowed his pain and got up. It was a long way to go to the Potters house.

When he finally arrived, he was soaking wet from the rain, his feet and wrists hurt from running as Padfoot for hours and his head was throbbing from the exertion. The dog crawled through the hedges into the backyard and barked. One time. Two times. Finally, a window opened and a familiar face poked out into the dim light of dawn. Sirius could have cried.

He turned back into human form and waved. James eyes widened in surprise and he waved back, before abruptly vanishing again. Sirius frowned, puzzled. Then, James reappeared. On his broom this time, maneuvering himself out the window and flying down towards him. When he landed on the wet grass he pulled Sirius into a tight embrace.

"Padfoot. What are you doing here? Are you okay?"

Sirius couldn't answer. He just buried his face in James pyjama top and sobbed.

"It's okay, you are safe now. It's all going to be okay, Pads," James traced gentle circles on Sirius' back as he held him, curled together on his bed. Sirius had changed into dry spare clothes and James had tucked him in tightly. He was feeling a lot better already but he still couldn't really will himself to speak. Maybe he had forgotten how to. He pressed himself closer to James with a whince. Pathetic, but that was what he felt like anyways right now. James gently stroked his hair and pressed a kiss on his temple. Sirius' heart fluttered and he suddenly couldn't breathe for entirely different reasons.

When James had kissed him the first time, Sirius had immediately become addicted to it. The blissful feeling of James soft lips connecting with his, the touch of his hands on his face. He felt safe and wonderful and like tiny little ants were running through his entire body, spreading from his chest. It was simply delightful. And exactly what he needed right now, to drive away the gnawing feeling of doom that had befallen him.

So he tipped his head upwards and gently pecked James lips. James immediately responded, cupping his face and kissing him deeply, their noses getting squished on each others faces. Sirius gasped inadvertently into the kiss, almost overwhelmed by how good it felt to finally be reunited with James. Being away from him for so long felt like torture.

"I don't want to go back," he finally croaked as they broke apart. James pushed a strand of hair out of Sirius' face, caressing his cheek with his knuckles.

"I mean...If you want, you could just stay here."

Sirius hadn't intended to run away for good. He really hadn't. He'd just needed to see James.

But the Potters were so sweet and so kind and the thought of leaving the comfort of being with James behind, to return to the awful place he used to call home, just to be potentially forced to marry some random pure blood girl in another country...impossible. So Sirius stayed.

The first couple days he was terrified that his parents might show up at the Potters door, demanding him to come with them, but they didn't. Maybe they had given up on him now. Sirius wasn't sure how he felt about that. He should be relieved. Now he could finally be free. But it also stung.

Since he had left, Sirius' head had felt like it was wrapped in cotton. He felt like he was drowning in a lake of his own emotions, unable to truly pinpoint what they were, unable to swim. James was his lifeboat. He could cling onto him and then everything felt okay for a bit. So, eventhough the Potters had pretty much immediately turned the guest room into his room, he always stayed in James'. He didn't want to be away from him, even if the only thing separating them, were some walls. The two of them slept together every night; bodies tightly pressed together, spooning, hugging, on each others chest.

"Good night, Prongs." Sirius leaned over, kissed James on the lips and snuggled into the covers.

"Hey, wait, one more," said James sleepily and turned Sirius head back towards him. Their lips met once more, longer this time. James let out a content sigh and closed his eyes. Sirius heart was beating in his throat. He lifted his hand and gently traced James' hairline. Looking at James made him feel so full. Full of...something. It was good. Everything was good, as long as he was with James. As long as he could touch him and kiss him and fall asleep in his arms.

James' eyes opened again and he smiled at Sirius.

"I'm glad you're here, Pads. We'll never be apart again."

"You promise?"

"Promise." James pulled him closer.

I love you, Sirius thought, but quickly pushed the thought back into the darkness of his subconscious.

When they woke up Sirius face was still buried in the crook of James' neck, one leg thrown over his hips. It was nice and warm and cozy and Sirius could have stayed like this forever. James however seemed otherwise inclined and began to shift away from him. Sirius made a protesting noise.

"Sorry mate, I just need to get up."

"Hmmmm jus' five more min'n's," murmured Sirius, unwilling to let go yet.

"No, really Pads...I need to get up."

Sirius felt something press against his thigh. Oh.

He slowly lifted his head and smirked at his friend.

"Why? Do you have something you need to take care of?"

James blushed hard and cringed.

"Sorry...I..."

Sirius interrupted him with a kiss. He didn't know why. This was hardly appropriate right now. But we wanted to. James replied eagerly, immediately pushing his tounge in Sirius' mouth. Sirius could feel his blood rushing downwards. He was about to have a similar problem...

Things kind of escalated from this point. Suddenly, hips were grinding against each other while their lips remained interlocked, hands gripping onto each other with horny desperation, first syncing up and then speeding their rythm until they both collapsed into the blissful afterglow of their climax.

Their faces were just centimeters apart, noses still touching, still feeling each others breath. None of them said anything. Because what was there to say. Just two friends, helping each other out. Didn't have to mean anything. Could happen to anyone.

It wouldn't be the last time.

"So you ran away for good?" Remus asked while shoving his suitcase into the overhead compartment. Sirius nodded.

"Not going back there unless they drag me."

"I'm sure they will leave you alone. Why would they suddenly turn up now."

"And I won't let them drag you," said James and wrapped an arm around Sirius' shoulder. Sirius gave him a smile and then glanced back anxiously out the window, scanning the people on the station for the faces he feared to see. Remus sat down accross from him.

"Who knows," Sirius murmured darkly and rolled his wand between his fingers.

"You want some candy?" Peter offered him a handful. Sirius shook his head without really looking at the colorful assortment. James reached out and took one.

"When will this bloody train start?"

James squeezed him lightly.

"It will be okay, Pads. I'm here."

Yes. He was. Maybe it would be okay.

Then the kisses stopped alltogether and Sirius started feeling weird whenever he initiated any of their usual intimacies. James still slept in his bed sometimes, but if he did, he would lay at the edge of the bed, barely touching him. Sirius felt like he was going through a cold withdrawal. He didn't know what that felt like of course, but he imagined it somewhat like this. It hurt. His head could barely function. He craved James so badly, but didn't dare to reach out, since James so clearly didn't want the same anymore. He had missed James dearly, when they had been apart but being this close and still unable to touch him like he wished he could - that was even worse. The worst part was that he couldn't even talk about it with anyone. Usually, if he felt like shit, he would've told James, but that was out of the question in this matter. James seemed to have enough of being this touchy with him. And Sirius was about to find out why.

"She said yes! She is going out with me! Padfoot, can you believe it?"

Sirius almost choked on his feelings, but still managed to muster a smile.

"Evans?"

"Yes, of course Lily! Who else do I like?"

Yeah. Who else.

"Congratulations, Prongs. Finally." Remus slapped James' shoulder with a smile. Sirius swallowed his raising bile.

"How did you manage to do that? I thought she didn't like you?"

James grinned brightly.

"Well, what can I say. Noone is able to withstand my charms!"

Right. Noone.

"You hexed her?" Peter was perplexed.

"What?!"

"You said 'Noone can resist my charms' so I thought..."

James groaned in annoyance.

"No, Wormtail! Not actual bloody charms! What kind of asshole do you take me for."

Quite one.

"So when will you go out?" Remus asked.

"Next weekend." James swayed giddily. "Oh! Pads, you've got to help me prepare!"

"Don't you think I've helped you sufficiently already?" Sirius couldn't hold the snarky words back. His chest was burning. James froze.

"What do you mean," he asked blankly. From the corner of his eye, Sirius could see Remus and Peter exchange confused glances. Sirius held James gaze for a couple seconds. Defiantly and yet at risk of losing himself in the soft, warm brown. His vision got blurry. He clenched his yaw and blinked the tears away.

"What do I mean?" He faked a genuine laugh. "You've spent the last four years pestering me about your date fantasies with this girl. Trust me mate, we went through everything there is to prepare for."

James relaxed a bit, though Sirius was sure James could tell what he had really meant. He had to know. Did he really not think about this at all? Did it not mean anything? Had they, after all, always just been friends?

James went out with Lily and it went great. Soon, it was her, who he was snogging behind the greenhouses. And Sirius had to listen to his detailed reports, late at night, laying in one of their four-posters. Their once safe little space had become a tourte chamber. Trapped, only inches away from James, having to hear him yap on and on about how pretty Lily was and how she had held his hand and how smart she was and how funny and on and on and on forever until Sirius felt dizzy from trying to keep himself from falling apart.

When James fell asleep next to him during one of these nights, Sirius would curl up against the wall and cry, face buried deep into his pillow, hoping that the feeling would pass as fast as it had started.

He could have said something, of course. He could have confronted James or at least banished him from his bed. He could have distanced himself, slowly pulling away - just like James had - until their friendship was nothing more than a distant memory that could no longer hurt him. Maybe he should have. But how could he?

He still needed James. He still loved James. And some - really confusing - part of him was even happy for him. Because James was happy. And Sirius wanted him to be happy, more than anything else. And if Evans made him so happy, he would listen to him as long as he needed to.

Sirius turned around and glanced at James' sleeping face, only illuminated by the few rays of moonlight passing through the gaps in the curtains. He looked so peaceful. Sirius carefully reached out and brushed his fingers over James' skin. He was barely touching him, but the feeling still tore him apart.

James going with Lily had become old news. She was constantly with him now and so Sirius could hardly avoid her if he'd wanted to. Luckily, they got along surprisingly well. And after Sirius had overcome the initial urge to hurl himself out of the window every time the two kissed in front of him, he hung out with the couple more often.

James still wrapped his arm around him sometimes while they talked or grabbed his hand to excitedly pull him towards something. But it meant nothing anymore. Sirius knew that now. Maybe it never had. But he also knew that it didn't matter. He could not leave James, couldn't stop being his friend. If he couldn't have him the way he wanted to, he'd just take what he could get. Even if it hurt. He'd rather spend an eternity suffering by James' side, than spend a minute without him.

#sirius black #mwpp #marauders #james potter #prongsfoot #bambibelle #james potter x sirius black #reindeer games fic

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mrssimply · 8 months ago

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WIP Whenever.

So, the holidays did me good (by giving me more free time and energy, it's always about free time and energy). For the occasion, I continued a little of what will probably be my last Cyberpunk fanfiction (then again, I said that when I wrote the second fic, and there were over forty more after that one so...¯\_(ツ)_/¯. But that's not the point).

I also finished the first chapter of the third part of my Wild Animals Rebellion series for the John Wick fandom. To celebrate this achievement after months of struggling with any and every line, I decided to share a little snippet... Or not so little since I don't know how to chose and where to stop so you get about 2 pages worth. Please enjoy xD.

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Under the bright light, Santino’s state looked even worse. He wasn’t moving much, and his skin was covered in a sheen of sweat. He was shivering, blinking slowly under the doctor’s questions as he tried to fight unconsciousness.

His eyes fell on John when he approached the bed and he gave his lover a tight wavering smile.

“I’m late,” he slurred in neapolitan and lifted a hand toward John.

The former assassin came closer and took the proffered hand, feeling how cold it was.

“Santino…”

“I fear we might have to reschedule our evening, my love.”

John frowned and opened his mouth, but before he could reply the doctor was elbowing him away, and another pair of hands pulled him back. Leonora gave him a disapproving look.

“Give them space,” she ordered, switching to english. As a rule, Leonora didn’t speak to John in neapolitan, which the man knew was a sign she didn’t recognise him as family or clan. Santino found it cute, he’d told John she was like a protective great aunt.

John deferred to her, stepping back with a last worried look at Santino. He saw the doctor cut the high quality fabric of her patient’s shirt, revealing a large and ugly gash. It was hard to tell if it was deep or not.

To John’s surprise, he found himself suddenly angry, although he couldn't tell at what in particular, or whom. Confused by his own reaction, he turned to Cassian on the second bed. The man was covered in scratches and bruises, and a nurse was currently stitching a clean bullet wound by his left shoulder. By the bodyguard’s standards, this was nearly nothing, and he looked clear headed enough.

“What happened,” John growled.

Cassian’s eyes slid to Santino’s form on the other bed before flickering back to John, hesitating.

“If you don’t know, then I shouldn’t tell you.”

“Tell me anyway.”

Cassian seemed to ponder his choice before sighing. He rubbed his forehead with his thumb.

“Santino was meeting with the ‘Ndrangheta, one of the main oldest clans. They operate in Cosenza,”

“The Imerti family,” John summarized. He knew the inner workings of all three Italian Mafia pretty well, a fact Cassian forgot, or liked to ignore.

“Yes. The meeting was supposed to be secret, but… We got ambushed.”

“By the Imerti?”

“No, another family, De Stefano.”

The main ‘Ndrangheta clan. Nicolasi De Stefano held the seat for the mafia at the High Table, and was the eldest of the members.

Several questions pressed at the back of John’s teeths, and he had to take a second to center himself. The unexplainable rage continued to grow, blinding his judgment.

“Why was Santino meeting with the ‘Ndrangheta?” he asked, forcing his tone to remain neutral.

Cassian’s face told him he’d failed to do so. Worse, a flash of pity crossed the bodyguard’s features.

“You know why.”

He did know. Santino was planning a revolution and he was looking for sympathizers to his cause. In the first days of their new relationship, it had been all he’d talked about : planning, strategizing, plotting the demise of the High Table.

John was of the opinion that they should let them come, he would deal with them the same way he’d done until now: head on, or by turning their own rules against them.

It occurred to him that Santino had never stopped working toward his goal. He’d just stopped telling John about it. The realization sat uneasily in his stomach.

“It was even going well, as far as I could tell,” Cassian went on, distracting John from his own thoughts, “always difficult to say with certainty, they talk in layers, but I think Santino was pleased.”

“What happened?”

“De Stefano’s men stormed in. One grabbed Imerti by the hair and cut his throat before any of us could recover. After that it was a clusterfuck. We lost all of our men so that we could get out.”

From the bodyguard’s tone, John could tell it had been a really close call.

“They helped us, the Imerti. Through a back door, and lent us the car. We’re alive thanks to them. If they survive the purge, we might have secured allies.”

John felt Leonora come by his shoulder, listening to Cassian’s report as well.

“You think we have a mole?” she asked.

“Don’t think so. The only ones that knew who we were meeting and what for are in this room. I briefed our men an hour before departure and they didn’t leave my sight.”

“On the Imerti side then.”

Cassian nodded, glancing over his shoulder at his boss. The doctor was still bent over Santino, but her movements were slower than before. The urgency was past.

The bodyguard then turned to the consigliere.

“I think it’s proving more difficult than he expected.”

John looked at Leonora, but couldn’t parse her expression. The old woman could be like a prison wall when she wanted to, which was a great quality as a consigliere according to Santino. When he’d first come to Praiano six months ago, she’d been more open to him, John realized idly, wondering when she’d slipped back into warryness.

Tonight was full of revelations.

“Review the men, Cassian,” she ordered, “the snare is tightening, we can leave nothing to chance.”

Wearily, the bodyguard agreed with a nod. Seemingly satisfied, Leonora retreated to address the rest of the household, asking for additional rounds to check the mansion’s grounds.

Cassian then looked a tJohn.

“Should I start with you?”

“With me?”

“The review. Should I start with you?”

Anger flashed anew in John’s veins, surprising him once more in its intensity. He frowned, pulling his lips down into the beginning of a snarl.

“I’m not part of your men.”

“No, that’s right, but you’re not part of the house either. Sometimes I wonder if you’re even in this with us.”

The shock rendered John speechless, and he didn’t recover in time to stop Cassian from hopping down the bed and walking out of the room.

#john wick #John Wick x Santino d'Antonio #santino d'antonio #John Wick 2 #John Wick 4 #John x Santino #that ship doesn have a name and needs one #Johnino?#help please #my writing #work in progress

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amberlide · 8 months ago

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Last Sentence Tag Game

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence (not going to do that XD).

Apparently I was tagged by two people for this, so I have to do it XD Thank you so much! @animasola86 and @thefeatherwrites I loved your snippets!! :D I decided to make a separate post, because I'm gifting this to a friend @tessari-the-dreamer and I want her to find my sneak peaks instead of scrolling down... ;) So, since I stopped posting I thought it would be nice to share some lines for all my WIPs, so people know I'm not dead, but I'm just writing like crazy XD as always, Penelope x Garreth ;) I'm tagging @oceangirl24 and @mikaharuka, Tess, if you feel like it! No pressure!

Everything is SFW!! (Yeah, what a surprise, right? :O) Nothing is edited so it sucks...

Main fiction: THATP Chapter tbd - Jealous Geminids Amit chuckled, tousling Penelope’s hair. “Well, maybe I have some Korean ancestor, who knows?” Garreth blinked in surprise. “Korean?” “Yes, Penton is half Korean,” Amit promptly replied. “Actually, a quarter.” Penelope corrected. “You also have a second Korean name, right?” Amit continued, trying to remember it. Penelope nodded. “Jandi or Jan-di.” “Oh, that’s interesting! What does it mean?” Natty clapped her hands, her eyes shining with interest. “Grasses,” Penelope shrugged. “My father thought I would be easier to raise than his plants, but apparently that wasn’t the case.” A quarter Korean? A Korean name? Garreth couldn’t stop blinking in disbelief. How many things didn’t he know about his friend?

Hexed - Chapter 7 - The forbidden fruit (part II) Despite having meticulously prepared for that night, Penelope had to admit she couldn't shake the feeling that she was orchestrating more of a trap than a romantic encounter. Similar to the intricate strategy of certain orchids, mimicking the appearance of insects to draw them closer and utilize them as pollinators, she was deceiving, creating an illusion. Like those flowers, she had crafted her own mirage—a silent invitation to entice him into her desires, aiming for him to succumb to her allure and satisfy her longing for intimacy.

Out for bids - Chapter 1 - The Auction Ignoring her words, Garreth leaned forward and took the other quill from the inkwell, swiftly shifting the sack of gold from the contract he made to sign it. Penelope grabbed his wrist, before he could do it. “Please. Sir,” her tone was low, pleading almost, as she emphasized the last word, but as she met his steady gaze, she realized the unforgivable mistake she had made. She saw his jaw clenching, a muscle twitching under his freckled, pale skin, his eyes shimmering in what she could only imagine was devilish pleasure. There was no way he would renounce to her.

A cabin in the woods - Chapter 3 - Healing attempts (wolf!Garreth fiction)

He tilted his head, what was she doing? He felt her hands on his back, gently caressing his fur, leaving him shivering in pleasure with each gentle stroke of her small fingers. She was moving towards his tail, when she reached it, she suddenly couched, “Let’s check if you are a lady or a gentlemen,” she mused, “I can’t really say from your size…” Realizing what she wanted to do, he stiffened and immediately sat down, warmth spreading all over his body at the thought as his rear touched the ground. “Oh come on!” she huffed, and started to gently pat his thigh, trying to let him rise. He didn’t move, stubbornly remaining seated. There was no way she was going to check his privates! “Wolfie, please! This will take only a minute, you have too much fur to…” she didn’t finish the sentence as she sat on the ground, still trying to get him up.

#hogwarts legacy #garreth weasley #garreth x mc #hogwarts legacy fanfic #tag game #my fanfiction #amberlide writes

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youaremycosmo · 9 months ago

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《cream series part two》 taemin x reader scenario

I feel sorry for Taemin, we are constantly making fun of him... Enjoy :) MASTERLIST Word count// 1,923 words Pairing// Taemin x you

Summary// In today's episode Taemin's gonna learn how to unhook the bra lmao.

Genre// fluff

Warnings// staring and hugging breasts XD *not cringing while writing that*

About a week later, Taemin was sitting across from you cross-legged. His chin rested on his hand, for long minutes just staring at you in your bra and sighing every now and then.

- Your lungs are about to spit out - you commented playfully, sending the last message to your friend Kazuha and putting your phone aside.

Tae’s gaze moved to your eyes. - They're beautiful. How can they be so wonderful? - he sighed again, his voice being so dreamy. - And they aren’t even naked...

Hot blood rushed to your cheeks at his words. They were… so embarrassing, and he seemed not to notice it at all. But on the other hand, it felt kinda pleasing being complimented in that way. In fact, you've never heard compliments about this part of your body.

His hand reached out to slide the straps off of you. You glanced at yourself for a while, then again at Taemin. It looked like he was having some sort of internal struggle, like wanting to say or do something, but quite not…?

- Actually… If you unhook my bra, they'll be naked - you finally said carefully, giggling a bit. You decided to go with the flow, but again taking the opportunity to make a joke. There was no way he could unhook a bra. Sometimes even you had trouble with it, so you would fasten it from the front and move it to the right position out of desperation.

- Really? - his eyes widened like coins as he straightened up. You wanted to laugh at this reaction, but in the end you kept a fairly serious expression on your face.

- Of course - you replied, as it was totally natural. - But i won’t turn around, do it as i sit - you decided, making it more difficult for him.

Tae bit the tip of his tongue, but then he moved closer to you. His expression was very determined.

You rested your forearm on his shoulders, giving him space to slip his hands behind you and grope for your bra clasp.

- Yes, it's here - you assured, staring at him with a slight smile.

- What type of clasp is it? - he asked after several seconds, charmingly frowning. You felt his fingers trying to move the material in different directions.

- Hook and eye - you answered his question completely seriously, which made him focus on your eyes again instead of the wall.

- It told me a lot - he pouted, which you found incredibly adorable. With the next seconds, you saw how frustration grew in him because he couldn't open this, probably now damned, clasp.

- Giving up? - you suggested after several dozen seconds, being utterly amused, to which he dropped his hands and sighed deeply.

- Yes - he grumbled with a sulking aura, looking down somewhere. Deep down, you even felt a little sorry for him. He must have been hopeful, and he didn't know you were making fun of him so much.

- Want to see from the front? - you offered casually, shifting as far as possible and showing him your back. You pushed your hair to the side, giving him a full view.

- What is this? - you heard his surprised voice as he took the clasp in his fingers again. - I don't know how to open it even now - he whined loudly and rested his forehead against your shoulder blade, which made you laugh out loud. Boys were so funny.

- Give me a piece of paper - you asked, smiling widely. - And a pencil or something - you added, glancing as he went to his desk and grabbed the first notebook that came across. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, gently placing his hands on your tummy and his chin on your shoulder, studying what you had started to draw.

- Look, on one side you have a kind of circle - you drew something that looked like it. - And there's a catch on the other side - you explained calmly, being serious now. - The hook enters the circle. And you have two or three such fasteners vertically, so the bra will not unfasten by itself. Three rows horizontally, because you can have a different circumference under the breasts - you were patient as that would be some kind of Math task, not an instruction to undress you.

Taemin frowned heavily and finally pulled away, staring at that for a few more seconds.

- Okay...? - he replied with clear uncertainty in his voice and returned his hands to the material. After a while of playing, you felt the hooks being unfastened one by one, but in such a rough way that you jumped slightly.

- It's done - Taem announced with huge satisfaction, to which you put your hands on your breasts, preventing them from being naked.

- You must be kidding about taking my bra off like that, it was so unpleasant - you pointed out indignantly, turning a little to face him.

Taem blinked a few times. - I don't understand… - he mumbled with his eyes being so lost.

- Fasten it again and practice. You should do it so gently, but you probably want to ruin my bra and scratch me too - you sighed loudly, so displeased.

- You're cheating - he moaned, clearly outraged too. You felt him sit down again with his legs by your sides, like a pissed off five-year-old.

- Yes, but you have to learn it if you can't - you hissed, undaunted by Tae’s reaction. - You'll do that next time, and I won't let you come near my bra at all.

- Why do girls have so many complicated things? - he asked under his breath, trying to fasten your bra back. - I don't know, it's some kind of misunderstanding…

- Because pretty things take effort to get to - you giggled at your own words, coving your lips with your hand. Taem echoed you, clearly amused by that.

- Yeah, especially this big pretty thing in front of me - he purred, pecking your shoulder. - You’re lucky men’s fly is actually really… user-friendly… - he laughed uncontrollably. - You just zip it off and that’s it.

- I don't know what are you laughing at, your thingy is not pretty? Maybe my expectations are too high - you said, smiling broadly.

- Of course it’s the prettiest and it's 40 cm - he replied, clearing his throat a little and going back to your bra.

- Do 40 cm penises even exist? - you frowned and reached for your phone in curiosity.

- No, it was supposed to be a joke, don't google it - Taemin moaned heavily as he unhooked your bra again. Seeing you’re not gonna listen to him, he quickly grabbed it from your hand, to which you burst into laughter.

- Hey, i wanted to see it for scientific purposes - you barely managed to say.

- I’m gonna pull my pants off for scientific purposes in a second, how can you do that in front of me? - he hissed, hiding poorly his amusement. - Sometimes things that drag out aren’t the best… - Taem muttered under his breath.

You bit your lip, suddenly shy with his words and just focused on his fingers. After a few tries, you had the impression that he was already doing quite well with the clasp.

- Learn something else, there's a tag inside the clasp, right? - you said, staring at the wall again.

- Um, yeah… - he replied, and you felt him checking it out.

- It’s my size. Might come in handy one day - you shrugged. - Will you open it for me again? - you ask him, hands on your breast again. Taemin did it quite efficiently, and most importantly, quite gently - It would be good if you could do it from the front - you pointed out to him, leaning back against the wall.

Maybe all that technical stuff kept you from stressing about what you just did. You slid your bra off, tossing it to the side, and pushed your hair behind your back to give it full view.

Only then did you realize what you had actually done. You just sat in front of him, showing him your naked breasts as if it was something totally usual. Your heart suddenly started speeding up, but it was definitely too late for anything. Taem stared at them even harder than at you in your bra. His lips were slightly parted and you saw his chest rise and fall in deep breaths. His eyes widened and returned to normal every now and then, as did his eyebrows, which he frowned and relaxed, probably unconsciously. Pink shade covered his cheeks in just seconds, as he bit his plump lower lip in total amazement. After a moment, without any warning, he very gently took their outline with his open palms.

- They're so vulnerable - he said tenderly, his lower lip sticking out slightly. - And so cute... How can they be so cute? - he groaned softly.

His touch surprised you a lot and sent currents down your spine. You looked down at his hands and back at him. Taem seemed completely preoccupied in what he saw, as your breasts were only thing that mattered in this world.

- I didn't let you touch them - you reprimanded him with huge uncertainty. Tae immediately removed his hands and lowered his head.

- Sorry - you could almost see that he scolded himself in his mind, squeezing his eyebrows. - I… they’re just… - he breathed sharply, looking at the bedcover.

You stared at him in silence, not really knowing what to do. Actually, it made a big impression on you that he immediately took his hands away. - Just don't squeeze too hard, okay? It really hurts if you do it much - you finally explained quietly and reached for his wrists to bring his hands back where they were.

- I'll be gentle, I promise - Taem answered without doubt, adjusting himself a little. His slightly trembling hands cupped the contours of your breasts again, now fully embracing them. This touch was like a feather, so delicate and tender. - Actually, it's... I don't think I expected them to be so beautiful - he admitted, very embarrassed, stroking your skin with his fingers. It was impossible for him to avoid your nipples, which after a while hardened just from that careful touch.

There was something weird about his movements. His fingers gently caressed your sensitive skin or just slid down to your ribs so he could look at them again. His squeezes weren't even the real squeezes.

- Can I hug you? - he asked suddenly, finally looking into your eyes again. The question was quite surprising to you, but you couldn’t say "no" his, now full of adoration, stare. So you just nodded absent-mindedly, as Tae carefully slipped into your embrace, putting his cheek just between your breasts. You blinked a few times, with your hands in air, before you slowly put them into his longer, soft hair. He purred in satisfaction, glancing at you.

- You know what? This can be my favorite thing to do from now - Taemin admitted cutely with a slight laugh, pecking your cleavage.

#taemin x reader #superm x reader #kpop scenarios #shinee fics #shinee x reader #superm fics #taemin scenarios #taemin x reader fluff #taemin fluff #shinee scenarios #superm scenarios #taemin fanfic

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luckyshotwrites · 2 years ago

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Can you write a Fluff Scenario with Alexander? I'm curious

Your warmth (Alexander Fluff?!)

Contents (Warnings): Spending the night with Alexander after work (SECOND POV, and the rest is hidden for now).

Wordcount: 566+ (This is for you too, Lexi.~)

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When you first met him, you had an apprehensiveness. He was strange, he could get bigger than other humans, and on top of that, he ate them too! You never heard of that let alone were prepared when you saw it!

But, after a while, you didn't care anymore. Alexander was kind, and you felt that his dislike for you turned to love.

It made you happy.

You heard the door unlock and jumped off the couch. Your eyes focused on him. Alexander looked tired, and the groan he let out only confirmed it. You assumed it was that pesky redheaded girl at work that he complained about occasionally. Though she seemed nice when you met her, you thought she was more nefarious than she acted.

You cooed his name, and his stormy gray eyes with hints of blue finally fell to you. A slight sheen of glare across his glasses from the dim light right over the door.

His usual annoyed expression softened. Though his smile was faint, you felt its importance. Your importance.

"Nice to see you too," he replied as he moved past you.

He always changed and showered when he got home. Unless he ate before he came home.

You made your way back to the couch and waited for him. He'd come over after he was done.

He'd almost always play games to relax.

After thirty minutes, he came over, his hair still damp. He noticed you and turned on the Xbox. He sat back on the couch, the T.V. flickering to life. He looked at you out of the corner of his eye and purposefully left a spot open on his lap for you. His hands were a little higher up so you could lay underneath.

You acted like that wasn't your mission but couldn't resist.

As you lay across it, you peered up at his face. His eyes focused on the screen, accepting your closeness.

Once he booted up a game, his hand softly stroked your head. His hands were strong. Yet, they ran along you so carefully and warmly.

You closed your eyes as he stopped, letting the music from his game lull you to sleep.

...

You felt him shift, and his hands scooped up your body. It woke you up, so you vocalized your slight displeasure.

He endearingly scoffed, "Come on you, little furnace." He said as he firmly held you to his bare chest. "I'm not waking up with a sore back because I fell asleep with you on the couch again."

You wanted to keep up your rant and instead found yourself purring. There was a safety with how Alexander held you, a protective comfort as if no one could hurt you.

He escorted you to his room and gently placed you on the bed beside his pillow. He removed his glasses and put his phone on charge before lying back. He rarely laid under the covers.

You rested against him, nuzzling closer at his neck. Besides lifting his hand under your chin, he didn't react to the tickle of your hair against it.

You glanced back at his abdomen. He didn't have a meal today, so you got up and took the opportunity to sink down on his chest with your head at his heart.

His words left as he gave you, his cat, one last pet. "Goodnight, Sasha."

...

I AM SO SORRY ANON. THIS WAS HILARIOUS TO ME TO WRITE. YES. TO THOSE THAT DON'T KNOW SASHA IS HIS CAT. xD And he's a character part of Widfali! Sorry for this fake out BUT I WISH YOU A WONDERFUL DAY, THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST.

#asshole pred oc #Widfali related #luckyshot stupidly writes #vore story

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sparrow-orion-writes · 1 year ago

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Moving on, AriEdward number 2

“did you just kiss me to shut me up?” “no?"

We know they both got a habit of getting kinda rambly when they're nervous, so let's go XD

~ M <3

In all seriousness, Ari couldn't have contemplated a world in which he was the object of anyone's affections. But certainly not Edward, who is simply far too sweet to be yearning for the comfort of a man who can hardly leave the house without a glass of whiskey in him.

"I don't understand," he uttered, honestly.

"I've been trying to tell you but- I mean you're not very attentive! You don't pay attention! I tried to be less direct, you didn't notice! I try to flirt and it goes over your head!"

"I didn't realise you were-"

"...and everyone thinks I'm wasting my time but I don't want anyone else, I haven't since I met you, and I've been trying-"

"Since you met me?" Ari voices absently. That's two whole years.

"-to show you, or tell you, but everytime it's like you go out of your way to misconstrue my intentions-"

"It's not intentional-"

"-so now I am telling you, to your face, because what else is there left to do, its either yes or no, or maybe, or...I don't know! I don't know if you ever like anyone, you've never said, and I'm not exactly a simple first choice, so really I could've just taken it as not interested-"

"I didn't say-"

"-which you'd be well within your right to say, by the way but really-"

"-Ed-"

"I'd at least like some honesty-" Ari's hand catches Edward's with a sigh of exhaustion, pulling him firmly into his arms. Edward stands as still as a rod, looking up at him. "...honesty is the best policy," he finishes with a whisper.

"It is," Ari uttered firmly, before leaning down to press their lips together in a brief, gentle kiss. It lasts only seconds, but ut's enough for both of them to be flushed with nerves.

"Did you just kiss me to shut me up?" Edward asks after a beat of silence.

"No?" Ari replied, incredulously "...and you say I misconstrue your advances!"

#AriEdward #prompt fill

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ghado · 1 year ago

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Pop Up Comfestcon Kuwait

28-29/9/2023

Yup basically going for Mackenyu and here is to record my memories ^^

At the beginning I was hesitating if I should go or no as I know him as a Japanese actor but I wasn't closely following his projects

But seeing how much he's growing I felt like it's a once in a life opportunity so I decided to go

I arrived at Kuwait on 28 of sep around 4 pm so I missed the first photo session with him

I was able to see him talks on the stage which was around 6:30 pm

It was funny he suddenly entered without announcement, loved his way of pronouncing the Arabic food ^^ and it was a nice chat with Yao Kazuki, tbh he was goofing, joking and laughing a lot like his Japanese interviews, he must felt comfortable being with another Japanese ^^

Next I lined up for the signing session, reached at around 8:30 pm, they told me I need to have something for him to sign on and I was like what? I thought he will give a signed photo of him!!! so yeah rushed to buy a Zoro cardboard for him to sign and came back, glad they didn't ask me to line up again that was so nice of them ;~; and finally entered and saw him so close ;^; he is so white !! that was my first impression XD

idk he seemed like non talkative person, the staff was the one who would give him the objects to sign, not us so he took the board and started signing just like that, I tried to start a convo like "hi how are you?" then paused, for a moment I thought he won't reply but he finally responded with "hey I'm good" "I came from Saudi Arabia for you" he finally looked at me with "oh" smiled and "thanks"

Next day, I arrived around 2 pm , I really love Kuwaiti people ;^; <3 they were like welcoming me knowing I'm from Saudi by the way I'm talking XD

I lined up around 2:45 pm for the photo session, my turn was at 4:15 pm , this time they told us no chatting and of course no phones allowed, when I entered he looked me in the eyes, stared, smiled and welcomed me! all I was able to tell him was “Glad you made it back from the mall” he said “yeah” with a chuckle /based on his ig story/, I think he thought he saw me before hence the staring and I should've had re-introduced myself but I got flustered , wanted to take the photo and get out immediately 😂 I couldn't look him in the eyes again, I only said "thanks" and I left shaking with my heart beating so fast (I was like wth that's came out of no where!!!)

Then I went sitting for the cosplay run /which was fun/ while waiting for the signing session again, Mackenyu suddenly went on the stage even though he wasn't supposed to that day, to announce that he will be extending his photo session which was so nice of him ^^ the funny thing he did Buggy OPLA's hand movement to silence the crowd from screaming for him to talk 😂

I lined up at 7 pm and reached by 7:30 pm, this time the line moved fast so I knew they were rushing things , I intended to re-intoduce my self but decided to just thanks him for coming, it was like:

“ほんとに楽しか��た” .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡. and he spread his arms cheerfully saying “よかった”╰(´︶`)╯"お疲れ様でした" ^^♡ and I left, this time he signed my photograph with him

lastly after he finished his session we said byebye while he was leaving ^^

Some end rumbling:

-Surprisingly I was staying at the same hotel with some of the fest guests, it was "Raddison Blue" I got to see Yao Kazuki and the foreign staff that were organizing Mackenyu sessions

-The first night Mackenyu went to the ship restaurant named "Al Boom Steak &Seafood" /based on the guy's ig who had dinner with him, funny I wanted to dine there that night but decided last minute to dine there the next night 😂

btw the resturant is so nice and the steak is delicious I loved it, and the ship itself you feel like it was really a one piece trip ~

-The second night Mackenyu posted the advanced birthday cake and it looked like the table is in the restaurant at the hotel named "Peacock Chinese", I passed by it that night but didn't enter 😂

-I was reading some reports in how the fans felt Mackenyu was uncomfortable and the staff was too strict, being a fan of Jpop and going to some of their events that do have a lot of rules, I felt that was totally normal , like I always do with these, I tried to have the best time and live in the moment without causing too much trouble to the ones working there and tbh I'm contented with this experience ^^

#Con report #not exactly a concert but i want the same hashtag so ~#Mackenyu

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rainofdaisies · 2 years ago

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"Sorry, I got caught up in things," he muttered loud enough for her to hear. She muttered a 'it's fine', laying her head on his shoulder. "Want me to tell you a joke?"

Requested by ilikebeesalo. Originally on Wattpad!

"Y/N! How many times do I have to tell you not to break the glass cups and the AI?!" Her father, Schlatt yelled from across the kitchen. She flinched at his shout, and she knew it was directed at her. He had been shouting at her ever since this morning.

Well, he was not yelling and just scolding—the usual. Y/N didn't know how they had gotten into this predicament in the first place. Or even what had happened to her dad in the first place. One minute, she was reading about The Giving Tree, and the next thing she knew, everything went dark. Y/N turned around to look at him as tears pricked her eyes, and by childish instinct, she uttered three words that caused her to be sent into a forest.

"I HATE YOU!"

Since then, she was only left in a forest filled with oak trees and multiple anthills. A slight breeze ruffled through her hair as she stood on shaky feet and began to walk forward. Her dad's harsh voice echoed throughout the forest as if he were right next to her as she walked.

The sky above her grew darker, threatening rain and soon enough, Y/N was forced to find shelter. But there wasn't any. There were just more woods everywhere she looked.

She sat down against one of the many large trees and rested her head against its trunk. She took in deep breaths of fresh air and tried not to overthink the fact that she was alone in the middle of the woods. It felt so cold for her, resulting in her shivering, shaking and trembling

For some reason, she always had a friend that called himself XD, which resulted in her calling him that. He always materialized when she was alone and comforted her but he seems a little late today.

She only realised the rain was cold because her skin carried the heat of her blood, and as she looked up, her eyes were continually seeking the rainbows given by the light. Maybe he's just having a bad day, Y/N thought, but another thought said he didn't care about her.

That he didn't love her as he used to that, she was unwanted. As the rain fell, Y/N couldn't help but think of home and her family. It made her sadder than she had already, so she let the tears roll down her face. But soon after, she realised she was bursting into tears.

"Oh my God, Y/N. You're weeping because of a little... Problem." She muttered to herself.

He appeared and he spoke out, "Hey there, Y/N." He hugged her, drawing hearts and stars on her back to comfort her. XD was finally here.

"You're finally here!"

"Yep, I am."

She sniffled into his chest as he whispered words of comfort. "What came about to you?" He questioned, inquisitive and enraged at the same time and he apparently already knew. He thought, how could someone do this to a kid, especially Y/N.

She gave answer, "n-nothing, really — father just scolded me again." Then, she proceeded with sobbing into his chest again, XD patting her back out of pity and care.

Then, he said the best things that could possibly come out of his mouth, "It's alright, Y/N. We're getting through this together." His grip tightened around her, pulling her close. And just before Y/N fell asleep, she swore she heard him whisper, "I'll make sure nothing happens to you, okay?" But she was so exhausted that she barely registered them. The last thing Y/N saw before falling asleep was a pair of green eyes watching over her with concern.

The sun shone brightly, making her squint. She opened her eyes slowly and immediately shut them when the sun blinded her. After a few seconds, she adjusted to the brightness and lifted herself onto her elbows. She rubbed her eyes, which were sore from crying the night before. Then, she saw XD walking towards her with a golden apple.

"How are you feeling, Y/N?" He asked, his mask hiding the smile on his face. She replied with a content smile, unmistakably saying 'yes' to his question. He smiled and handed her the apple which she took gratefully. As she began to eat her apple, he sat beside her on the grass and started talking about the past year with her while she gave attention to to everything he had to say.

In between every sentence that passed his lips, she listened intently, nodding in acknowledgement when necessary. It felt so comfortable being with XD, like there weren't any boundaries around them anymore. They both felt complete in each other's presence and there was no awkwardness in their conversations. She wished they could stay in their own bubble forever, where no one else mattered except themselves.

After what seemed like an eternity, he stopped speaking. For a moment, all that could be heard was the sound of the wind rustling in the leaves. Y/N blinked a couple of times to get rid of the remnants of sleep.

"Did you hear what I just told you?", he questioned, leaning towards her slightly. She nodded. "Why don't we go for a quick walk?" Y/N agreed and followed him silently until they reached a small pond. She sat down beside him, resting her head against the tree behind her. He glanced at her and noticed how she had fallen asleep again.

Oh, JSchlatt. You've made a terrible mistake hurting this poor child.

The next morning, Y/N was awake, waiting for her friend to come back. "What is taking him so long," she mumbled to herself. Then, she finally saw him materialize from the grass in front if her.

"Why're you late?"

"Sorry, I got caught up in things," he muttered loud enough for her to hear. She muttered a 'it's fine', laying her head on his shoulder. "Want me to tell you a joke?"

"Yeah?" She said, curious and intrested at what joke he would say.

"Did you hear about the Italian chef who died? He pasta-way."

She thought, oh my god, that's such a bad joke! She couldn't help but hold back a chuckle, causing the face behind XD's mask to smile. "And — I've gotten a present for you."

He pulled out your father's head, letting go of her with one arm to do so. Her face contorted to a mix of fear and suprise, making an effort to let go and back away from XD. She suddenly cannot move away at all, having the feeling that he was forcefully holding her close to him.

"X-XD, what's going on with you?!"

"Nothing, Y/N." He hushed her, throwing the head away and patting her head, ruffling her hair out to alleviate her uncertainties. She could feel his breath against the side of her head and it sent quivers all up and down her spine. "It will go away once we get out of here... But remember, you have to believe in me." His warm hand slowly traveled towards the back of her neck and he pushed her head gently forward.

"You're safe with me now, no one's going to harm you, Y/N."

Her eyes were flickering everywhere, her breath coming to be ragged and shaky, making an effort to figure out what the hell just happened. "X-XD, what're you doing?" She exclaimed fearfully, pushing him away with all her strength. Even though he was stronger than her, he didn't coerce her to get close to him again.

"Y/N. Please don't try to run away. I only want what's best for you." She shivered, shuddered and backed away further. He continued, "No no, Y/N, it's fine, come to me."

She shook her head vigorously and backed herself up even further. Suddenly, he lunged himself at her with surprising speed. She screamed as she ran towards the bushes behind her with all of her strength. XD was on her tail, grabbing a hold of her shoulders and yanking her backwards.

But the second her back touched the bush, she jumped up onto it, and ran off again. She ran across the clearing and into the darkness of the forest. Once the shadows were all around her, Y/N finally stopped running and turned to look at her surroundings, scared to death of what might be in front of her. "Oh my God, oh my God, gosh, God help me," Y/N muttered, running and dashing with all her stamina to get through the forest. She was now searching for the way to Logstedshire. "Tommy, Tommy, Tommy! He should be able to help me!" Y/N exclaimed happily and heartily, now feeling like she had hope.

When she finally arrived at Logstedshire, her legs and body were sore and tired and as she reached her destination, she collapsed on the ground and leaned against a tree, sighing out loudly. Y/N then spotted a blond boy approaching her with a suprised expression.

Tommy spoke, "Y/N? I thought Schlatt adopted you." He sat down in front of her, giving her bread and she took it greedily, swallowing it greedily. "Are you alright? You look like you just faced God's wrath." He asked, chuckling at the last part.

"I think I just did," she responded, already finishing her bread. Then, she looked at him seriously and inquired, "Tommy, do you know anything about a guy named... XD?" Y/N questioned and asked anxiously.

Tommy raised a brow and answered and inquired of, "Uhm, who? Y/N, c'mon -- you really need a break." He helped her up, carrying her on his back and went to his house. "Oh and -- Ghostbur's here."

"Wilbur, as a ghost?"

"You are correct."

Wilbur appeared out of nowhere, waving at her merrily.

"Ahh, great..." she murmured.

Wilbur then turned serious and added, "I can see you have lost weight again because of the stress." His gaze eased upon seeing how pale and worn out Y/N was. "Don't stress yourself out."

"Yeah, Y/N, what happened? I thought you're with Schlatt after my -- y'know, exile."

"Yeah but, can I stay with you guys for a bit?"

"Sure, Y/N!" Wilbur said, affirming her question.

Then, the next day, Y/N was sitting outside, playing with the wooden dolls Tommy and Wilbur gave her. She hummed as if she was singing a song, the dialogues of the dolls or in her words, her characters in her mind. XD appeared out of nowhere.

"Y/N."

"What the — GET AWAY FROM ME!"

"No no no, Y/N, settle down. I won't hurt you."

"Well what you did there was otherwise!"

She grabbed an iron axe that was next to her, standing up and holding up infront of her. In her state of fear and anxiety, her reflexes were very much impaired. After a few seconds, she managed to catch sight of XD behind her.

Is he really trying to scare me?! She thought, panicking in her thoughts. She quickly dashed towards him with the axe, aiming it at his head. Before she realized what had just happened, he grabbed hold of the weapon, keeping her off balance. She lost her balance and crashed onto him, her knees hitting the floor painfully. The impact caused the air to leave her lungs and she fell unconscious.

"Y/N, get up!" She heard Tommy yell at her, opening her eyes to see Wilbur fighting XD by himself. Wilbur won't win.

Y/N quickly got up, grabbed her axe and slashed at XD. "Y/N!" Wilbur exclaimed, dodging and evading XD's attacks. It was hard, trying to find an opportunity to make him stop attacking Y/N. He kept dodging her every time he tried to hit him with his own weapons. She swung her blade in anger, not caring whether she cut through the air. Suddenly, she felt an immense pain on her right leg, stopping her movements.

Tommy brought in a misstep when he turned away to check on her to see if she was okay. Tommy's weakness was taken advantage of by XD, who charged at him with the intention of paralyzing him. When he was violently thrown to the earth, he had no time to react. While his sword was thrown out of his reach, his back slammed hard into the ground. "Just give me Y/N, I don't want to hurt anyone unless it's necessary," XD started again, "I won't say please."

"We won't!" Tommy responded as if he was speaking for him and Wilbur. Wilbur, meanwhile was stood rooted to the ground. He smiled at Tommy with no emotion in his smile.

"And I can promise you'll hate yourself after this." He declared coolly. He raised aloft up his foot and kicked him right where it hurts. That one was particularly bad; he groaned loudly and cried out in agony.

Y/N watched, horrified, tears starting to form in her eyes. "X-XD, I-I'll come with you! Just — don't hurt my friends!"

"Y/N! Are you crazy?!" Tommy yelled, receiving another kick from XD. Wilbur seemed to make an effort to consider an alternative and Y/N gave him a look that told him to stop. The blond boy appeared to see this, giving Y/N a pleading look.

XD spoke, "It's nice to hear that, Y/N." He smiled at her with pure compassion which provoked her to flinch.

"Let's go, Y/N. Let's go home now. Don't you ever worry about them."

Y/N, for some reason, ran away from them as if she wanted to keep him preoccupied. He came after, going away from Wilbur and Tommy. "What is Y/N thinking...?" Tommy muttered and Wilbur shook his head not knowing from a distance.

You can do this, Y/N! Y/N thought, running and speeding up whenever her stamina was enough to do so. "Y/N, why can't you just stay with me? Can't you see I ¿noʎ ʇnoqɐ ǝɹɐɔ" She heard this in her head, feeling like he was gaining on her.

"I do care, Y/N."

He appeared right in front of her eyes, causing her to stop in her tracks. Suddenly he picked her up bridal style in his arms and took off, with Y/N still struggling and screaming. As they were both going through the forest, she began yelling at him, "Put me down you fucking asshole! Put me down, you bastard! Let me go you bastard! You bastard!!! You bloody bastard!!!"

"You've been learning some swears from your 'friends', have you?" He spoke up, a mocking tone in the word 'friends'.

"Who cares what that I learnt from them! Leave me alone! Put me down you son of a bitch!" Y/N replied back, struggling in his arms even more as she could tell her strength was getting weaker by each second.

"Oh really? So now you wanna fight back?" He looked at her with a cool expression, causing her to shiver.

"Don't worry, Y/N. You'll be safe with me, forever. Now you have to accep it now, do you?"

"X-XD! What's going on with you?"

"No, what's wrong with YOU."

"Nothing!" She made an effort to get out from his grasp as she said that, his grip only getting tighter. He patted her head with the wings that were on his head, which caused her to suddenly feel comfortable in his arms.

"Rest."

And so she did.

She drifted to sleep in his arms. She didn't want to, but she felt the need to. And so, she closed her eyes tightly, falling asleep with his wings wrapped around her.

When Y/N woke up again, she found herself laying down on some soft cotton sheets. It didn't take her long to realize something was different about her. She couldn't move. There wasn't any sort of restriction or restraint on her body whatsoever. She opened her eyes to discover she was lying on someone's chest. Her heart immediately jumped to her throat as she stared blankly at the person holding her.

"Y/N! You're awake!" XD exclaimed happily, hugging Y/N as he gently held onto her head. "You're with me and I'm so happy about that," he went on with, "are you feeling alright?" She cringed at his sudden tenderness and affection, attempting to move away from this position but he held her close. "Why aren't you answering me?!" He shouted as he pulled away from her.

She blinked repeatedly. How can she answer such a simple question while staring at a person she was afraid of? She asked back, "XD, this is a dream, right?" He looked at her for a moment, his mask slightly lifted which revealed his lips and they curled into a smile, then hysterical laughter broke out from them.

"Y/N! You're such a great humorist!" He said as to answer to the question. "But yes, this isn't a dream!"

"Then why are you hugging me, you monster?! Is this some kind of torture?!?" She yelled with her voice sounding weak, scared and confused all at the same time.

"No, this isn't torture. This is something far better than that."

"How much worse can anything be?!"

"I do not want to repeat myself. Now now, calm down! Your new home is with me!"

A horrified look appeared on her face as her mind was clouded with only one wish.

Whatever god is up there, help me.

"I'll help you, Y/N."

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jules-from-tumbir · 1 year ago

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Hello! Welcome to my first fanfiction that I'm posting on the internet

It's set in Sandman's universe and has been sitting in my head for two weeks now xD

I left my characters gender ambiguous so anyone could relate to them

Here's a small entry to the story. I hope you enjoy it!

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Frey opened their eyes. They were in that forest, again.

Their bare feet left deep traces in the snow. The skin on their feet burned from the freezing temperature but they kept on walking.

Something was calling them, like a quiet song, coming from between the tree branches. They could barely see what it was in the dim light.

As Frey walked in a steady pace the last rays of sun began to disappear until they were left in a twilight. Wearing only a thin t-shirt, and a pair of old pajama bottoms, Frey was shaking like a leaf and rubbing their arms to warm up. It did little to stop them from turning into an icicle.

Then they heard yelling.

Two male voices arguing with each other and disturbing the peacefulness of the woods. Frey picked up their pace. As they were getting closer, they could make out snippets of the conversation.

"You don't have to do this! Lars, look at me. You don't want this" the first voice pleaded.

"Oh but I do. I've spent six years thinking about this day" replied the second one, unfazed by the desperation of the other.

"Lars! Please, just listen to me!"

Frey stopped walking when they saw the men, just a few meters from where they were standing. They hid behind the tree, and observed the situation.

The first man, short and blonde, was cowering in front of the much taller, and sturdier man. The man, Lars, had their back facing Frey. He was pointing his hunting gun at the Ivar, his stance indicating confidence.

However, Frey couldn't make out their faces. They were all blurred out as if a child scribbled a mess of lines all over them.

"I'm done listening! I'm done being at your beck and call! I'm not your slave Ivar!!" the tall man yelled with anger.

"Lars..."

"No, enough!"

Frey took a step forward. A twig snapped under their feet. Ivar's head turned from Lars towards them. Frey couldn't read anything from the scratched out face but Ivar's body language was telling Frey enough.

He was terrified.

He kept looking at Frey for what seemed like eternity. Lars took the opportunity and raised his gun.

A shot ripped through the silence.

Ivar fell on the ground, warm blood spilling on the white snow.

Frey couldn't move, couldn't make a sound. They could just watch as the pool of blood kept getting bigger, red mixing with the pristine white. Soon, it was gonna reach their feet.

When they finally looked up, they expected to see Lars pointing their gun at them.

Instead a man appeared out of nowhere, clad in a long black coat. He was standing in the same place Ivar was just a second ago.

The blood was flowing from Ivar's wounds like a never ending river, soaking both the dark man's coat, and Frey's legs.

"What are you doing?" the mysterious man asked. His voice sounded from everywhere. It was deep, booming, and suggesting authority.

"What…?" Frey choked out, still shaken by what they witnessed.

The blood reached their shins.

"This is not your dream. How did you end up here?"

Frey was stunned.

"Who are you?"

The man reached inside of his coat.

Before Frey could react, everything vanished and they woke up.

Frey still couldn't understand what happened last night. They had strange dreams before, but none of them were so vivid and... real. Like a memory, except it wasn't theirs to begin with.

And the dark man. Frey got goosebumps just thinking about his voice and those piercing eyes. Somehow, he was the only person whose features Frey remembered.

#the sandman #the sandman fanfic #morpheus #morpheus x oc #dream of the endless #gender neutral character #gnc #original character #fanfiction

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moonyslove78 · 2 years ago

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Okay, so I think I'm still trying to process the fact that it's done! I'm still going to be sobbing over it ending until probably the end of time. 😭

But I'm going to just jump right in because I have 3 of these to write and the screenshots I have saved for this chapter alone is 50! 👀 I can't help it, Liz... you're writing is just too good not to point out every little detail that drew me to it. 😍 Anyway, here we go with Chapter 22!

🕷️🕸️SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRETY OF CHAPTER 22 UNDER THE CUT🕸️🕷️

The amount of times I've dreamt of this kinda thing! Like the soft fluffy feel good moments that were few and far between for these two. And you delivered it effortlessly here! 🥰

I am such a sucker for these two...and I'm quite positive you and everyone else who has taken any amount of time to read my reblogs on this series will agree. And I will die happy now. 😭😍 I am absolutely enthralled with his devotion to her and her to him now that everything is clear and out in the open. 😫 I could've just bawled my eyes out this whole chapter.

FUCK!! Now that's what I'm talking about... That's how I imagined it going and I'm so glad it did. Round 5 or 6... of many! 😂 And her little cute snide remarks on being able to feel him watching her and how she's not sleepy after that many rounds and the struggles that they both endured prior to. I couldn't have pictured this being any better! 🥰

I cackled at this! CAVEMAN WITH A BONER!! 😂😂😂 And that little snicker he let slip while he watched her try not to give away her sleepiness. Fuck, they're so cute!

I felt like it would take forever for us to get to the point where she was audibly whining and begging for him but here we are finally! And it was fucking hot! And his reply had me in shambles. "You have me." 😫😍😭

😭😭😭

Damn it... I'm just gonna keep my tissues by my side for the rest of this because I know this isn't gonna be the last of it. But having Peter pleading to "wait, wait, wait" with his forehead pressed against Her's. God, it's so pure and natural for them. And then there he goes memorizing her freckles again... 😫 The response he had to her "Do you need a moment?" Made me wanna jump on him and plant 10 million kisses on his face. And I felt so sad when he thought she wasn't going to respond... but when she did it was the best response I think I could've anticipated. And now I'm crying again! Can they just run away and get married now? Have a house full of little Parkers running around? And never have to worry about a single thing again? PLEEEEEASE? 🙏🏼

🥵🥴

That's all I have to say here... just... askjksjksjksjks

THIS IS ALL I'VE EVER WANTED AND I'M SCREAMING!!! XD!!! I am simultaneously dying and fully alive! I can't take it! 😫👀 The way, both times that we've seen, he is always so cautious with her. Making sure he asks her if she's okay to go again. Like find me a better man! (Not taking anything away from those kind gentlemen out there in the world but right now I'm living for Peter Parker only)

💀💀💀

I'm officially dead. Someone come bury me on a pretty hillside overlooking the pond in @blooming-violets werewolf au! "Yeah, you are, princess... You're my good girl." ??? Like wtf Liz!? You're trying to murder me in the first half of this chapter! Now all I'm going to be able to think about is him saying this... over and over and over... 👀😍 On second thought, I don't mind at all... keep 'em comin'!

Idk why I've taken so fondly to her calling him "baby", but I have... and every time she does I am reminded of the fact that I will never tire of it. 😍 I also almost had a coronary when she called him Pete. I've also dreamt of their little nicknames for each other just being their names shortened and until now, I didn't know what that would REALLY look like. And now that I do, I am obsessed! Now all I wanna hear is her calling him Pete and baby! (I also wouldn't complain if you threw a "Hey, Tiger" in there, in true MJ form, but I won't get picky! 😂) His confession of never ever wanting to lose her and Her's that he never will... ugh!! I just die a little more with every little loving sediment they let slip. And how you oh so poetically put those analogies of time in there with the actual dialogue... THIS is only one of the many reasons you deserve to have all the love and support as an author and artist that you can possibly receive! This is publish worthy work that you've allowed us to consume for FREE!!! And I am blown away by it every chapter! 💛

THIS. WAS. PERFECTION! 😍😍

I am so happy he finally admitted it again... even if she couldn't hear him this time. And even though we already knew this man's heart was utterly gone for this girl. But to finally hear him say it again after what felt like so long... (I think the last time it was spoken was on their sushi date when he admitted being in love with her.😭🥰) is like hearing it for the first time and my heart skipped about a thousand beats! 😍

This is such a bittersweet moment, (as well as the whole first part of the chapter) knowing what's coming in the end of it. 😭 But I'm going to "react" to it as if I haven't already gotten that far. Basically, how I reacted when I first read it... And that's "HOLY SHIT YES!!! He's taking her and the girls and gtfo of there!" How he tells her that all she needs to know is they'll be safe where they're going... 😭 And her reaction to getting Bella back! Okay, I'm sobbing... again! I've now sobbed more times in this chapter than Honey has orgasmed! 👀

I laughed so hard at this! His run down of stipulations for her mother to go with them had me on the floor. And how he goes "...away from us and the girls." 😭😭 Why is he so fucking adorable?! Like their little family! Fuck, now I'm heartbroken again! This cute little moment they shared with the mention of "kinks" I wasn't sure whether to "awe!" at it or be a horny bitch and let that sultry gaze speak for itself! 🥵🥴 But then Cat had to go and interrupt it! 😫

😂😂😂

I fucking love this. All of it. That's all.

I'm suddenly not feeling so good about this situation... 😫👀

I, like I think Katie pointed out, believe that Peter knew full well he wasn't going with them on that 'trip' the whole time they were doing everything they had that night. I think he knew immediately after that gun went off that he was going to take the rap for the situation (cause that was obvious, we knew he wasn't going to let her go down for murder) and I think he knew right away that it wouldn't be long for them before they were ambushed by cops and taken in. He knew the whole time. I believe, but he wanted Honey to believe this was a spur of the moment, "just do as I say and follow my lead" kinda thing. So she didn't have time to think of any other option. He wanted her to face none of the consequences that came with a possible murder charge. I'm glad he has so much faith in his cleaning crew though. That made me feel slightly more at ease with what was happening. 😅

👏🏼THAT'S👏🏼MY👏🏼FUCKING👏🏼GIRL!!!👏🏼

She's not afraid to take responsibility for putting that asshole in his grave! And she had every right to do so! It was self defense at it's finest! And justified after everything that cunt Walker put her/them through! I knew she would be the extra brave one here and try to remain calm while being the fierce woman she is and taking on this burden. Of course, we know Peter and he's not going to let that happen. But when he replied with "You're not going to jail, I am." I still held my breath for multiple counts before breathing again. 😭 This man is so incredibly perfect yet infuriating. I know at this point, Honey is starting to break down cause I was getting there myself!

"You're my brave girl," 😭😭😭😭😭😭

(uhhhh... I have to split this up into 2 parts because tumblr only allows 30 images per post and I've already exceeded that, so BRB in part 2! 😂)

sugar and vice, pt. 22 [mob!tasm!peter x fem!oc]

summary: no amount of money ever bought a second of time.

words: 6.9k

chapter warning: soft smut, characters pretending to be mean and therefore breaking your heart

series warnings: mob-typical bang bang violence, hurt/comfort. smut. Spicy situations. spousal / domestic abuse. family trauma. verbal abuse. PTSD, psychotic breaks/episodes, drug use. coercion. manipulation. kidnapping. gore. blood. possessive!peter, protective!peter. toxic/yandere!peter (maybe, sorta), negative self talk, shameless forced proximity trope. ‘only ten one bed oops’ trope, imprisonment. slowest burn. a dash of questionable and/or morally grey intentions. extremely toxic relationships. having happiness ripped away from you.

This version of TASM Peter is not canon. The relationships and characters here are not healthy.

Don't date a mob boss.™️

18+ You’re responsible for your own media consumption, but if you weren't alive when Tobey Maguire was Spider-Man, maybe you should wait.

Part 22

A wise woman once told Peter that time was the key to the universe. She was so incredibly right.

Even so, Peter had a complicated relationship with time. He was always on the wrong side.

He had too much, or too little. He’d lose it. It would get away from him. It’d be just out of his reach, mocking him from the ivory tower of a future he would never have.

The phrase ‘what if’ ticked away in his mind, like seconds on a clock. Like the broken hands of a clock face not too far from Roosevelt Island.

If he’d gone to bed an hour later, maybe he would’ve been awake enough to be able to save Ben and May from the gunfire.

If he’d gone into that convenience store a minute earlier or later, he would’ve never had the opportunity to try to be a hero.

If he had more time with Gwen…

If he had given her more of his time…

Time was the key to everything.

For someone who could crawl up walls and bend steel in his bare hands, he was rather powerless. What’s super about any of those party tricks compared to the power to control time? His estrangement with time left him weak and weary—no more than a street magician with cards up his sleeve.

But the night his Honey gave herself to him—for the first time in a long time—Peter felt superhuman.

He took his time with her. Washing the grime from her hair. Relishing her touch as she reached up to wash his back, and again as she ran gentle fingertips over his mending ribs. Long after their skin pruned, he held her beneath the roar of the shower, right next to his heart.

Peter would’ve let the oceans run dry if it gave them more time to just be.

When they emerged, the sun was setting.

He counted heartbeats and freckles and dimples and breaths as they searched one another for injury. Patiently, they tended to each other’s wounds, but he didn’t waste too much time with his temporary discomfort.

He’d live. In fact, he’d had worse. His natural healing abilities would take over eventually.

Until then, he could take his mind off his pain. And he was determined to do the same for her.

Peter focused his energy on stretching out each moment into an eternity, although that was hardly enough time to worship her how he wanted. He knew her so well already—or at least he thought he did— up until he noticed how her lower lip would twitch and fall agape as she reached orgasm.

This discovery intrigued him. More research was needed.

There were things about her body that only experimentation and practice could teach him, and the thought of unlocking more of her mysteries drove him wild.

He wanted to study her. To become an expert in what made her gasp and quiver. A master of her body and heart, even as he became a willing slave to both.

He wanted all of her, just as he’d said.

To know her, wholly.

Pleasure and pain. Joy and sorrow.

With a tender touch, Peter studied the scars of her past, stamped on her flesh like letters inked by a typewriter. He read each line, over and over, now committing to memory what he’d managed to miss because before he’d been in a hurry. Such a fool.

He followed the path of every bead of her sweat that served to punctuate the ecstasy of the present. Her soft sighs soothed him—crisp-sounding, like turning of pages in a book.

He should’ve taken his time to read her before, to really see her.

He wouldn’t repeat the mistake.

And so, ever the good student, he took his time.

He wanted to know her by heart. He’d turned his bed into a seminary, where soon he’d be able to recite her like passages from a Bible.

Devotion like that takes time.

‘All a man has is time,’ Uncle Ben would say, ‘and what he chooses to do with it.’

Peter wasn’t going to waste a moment of it.

A thin sheen of cooled sweat coated his nude form as he stood at the foot of his bed. In reverent silence, he regarded the delicate woman softly dozing in his sheets. His gaze was content as he took in the peacefulness on her face. Her lashes hung heavy on her round cheeks, and her chest rose and fell in a steady pattern.

She was curled up, snuggled with her face in the pillow as she clutched the bedsheet around her like a teddy bear. The eerie glow of dusk illuminated the curves not concealed by the sheet. Hidden paths up her thighs lured his gaze, barely obscured by the Egyptian cotton threads of the bedding. Her tiny fingers cuddled the edges of the fabric. It had turned into a chaste vestal robe which concealed places his mouth had explored an hour ago.

Even in her sleep, she was saintly and seductive. It was endearing as much as it was enticing.

His soft gaze continued down the path of her body. The rest of him hardened.

“I can feel you, you know,” she murmured against the pillow. “Creeping on me.”

The tips of his ears went red, eyes widening like a cartoon robber frozen in a giant spotlight clutching a money bag in his hand. She snorted with amusement as she peeked at him over the covers.

“You’re supposed to be asleep,” Peter chuckled in response, blushing.

“I’m not sleepy,” she lied. “Just resting my eyes.”

Both were exhausted.

If they went at it again, it would count as Round 3 for him, and Round 5 for her. Maybe even 6. His regenerative abilities blessed him with seemingly endless stamina, but it was no match for the kind of day they’d had.

The onslaught of damage, both physical and emotional, wore them down. Their activities wouldn’t have been possible if not for a mind-numbing wave of adrenaline-fueled lust that seized them. They were driven by the desperate need for compassion and comfort.

And yet, there he was: a caveman leering down at her with a boner.

She twisted around, studying him with sparkling eyes. She reached out her hands in his direction, making grabby claws with her fingers. “M’not even tired. Lemme show you.” He snickered, watching her fight off a yawn that suggested the opposite.

Carefully, he crawled up from the foot of his bed to her side, pulling the sheets back to position himself behind her. He pulled her close until her back was up against his chest, skin-to-skin.

“Noooo,” she whined softly. “Gimme you.”

Peter couldn’t hold back his grin, although he shook his head. “You have me. What you need is some rest.”

“You’re the one who's ogling me in my sleep with a hard-on. Like a weirdo.”

His smile glowed in the darkness. “Can’t help it, Honey.” He leaned down over her shoulder, his warm breath tickling her ear. “Everything you do makes me hard.” He followed the statement with the evidence lined up against her lower back. His hands roved over her hips, greedily gripping the flesh at the top of her thighs.

She hummed in satisfaction, making a noise that wasn’t helping either of them. He felt her body press even closer to his, rolling her hips. Peter couldn’t let out the erotic hiss gathering in his chest at the sensation of his shaft sliding between her cheeks.

He was losing control again. He propped himself up on one elbow with his hand keeping her hip still. “We... we should... sleep—you should sleep. Sleep is good. Sleep—”

“I don’t wanna.” Her head was turned upwards, glancing back at his winded expression.

“But-but you... need to—”

She bent her neck and captured his lips with her own. She pulled away with a seductive pout. “I thought you knew what I needed.”

Again, her mouth sweetly teased his, delicately coy, until she charged forward and conquered his kiss. For a few seconds (or... maybe a few minutes), he was the submissive one, as he succumbed to her desire. He remained helplessly complacent as her tongue toyed with his. It was only when he realized he’d lost track of the time that he pressed his fingertips to her chin and pulled away.

It was one of the hardest challenges of his entire life.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he pleaded, voice deep in his chest. His forehead kissed hers as he held his eyes closed.

She blinked up at him curiously as he nuzzled her nose. “Do you need a moment?” she said shyly, biting her lower lip.

His lashes fluttered open as he stared down at the Milky Way in her eyes.

Strangely, he thought of the great sea explorers of the past. He pictured himself in Magellan’s place, standing at the helm of a carrack in the eerie darkness of the Pacific. He was adrift in a vast ocean of uncharted waters with no land in sight, nothing but the stars overhead to guide him. He clung to them desperately, fearful of the darkness outside of their hold, but awestruck by their wonder. It was like gazing at the gate of heaven. Being alone in the Universe, locked in an intimate moment with God herself.

“What are you thinking about?” she murmured curiously. The question wasn’t worried or rushed.

Peter observed her intently, memorizing the pattern of her freckles. “I need so much more than a moment,” he breathlessly replied. His eyes shimmered in the dim light. “I need to stop time.”

She blinked several times, pondering his response with an uncertainty that might have gutted him if she had let it go on too long.

Thankfully, she answered with another passionate kiss, tilting her chin behind her shoulder. The air was swept from their lungs when she pulled away from his lips. “What about a lifetime?” she whispered. “What could you do with that?”

Affection warmed his eyes while passion ignited his stare. He didn’t hesitate further. The width of his hand cupped her jaw firmly, and he crashed his lips into hers. He breathed her into his lungs as he leaned over her, his cock resting heavily in the space behind her back.

She let her fingers card through his thick, brunette waves, playing with the damp ends that had curled up after the shower. Synchronizing her movements, she dragged her backside across his shaft and her nails through his scalp. He purred, twitching against her spine.

His hand travelled down again, memorizing the feeling of each pore from her jaw to chest...to her stomach... across her pubic bone... and finally slipping into her dripping folds. A satisfied hmmm rumbled from his chest as he licked a spot beneath her ear. The warmth of his tongue, matched with the roughness of his fingers, made her quiver in his grasp.

She pulled her hand away from his scalp, urgently searching for his waist to pull his lower back into hers. As the gentle tease of his fingers formed into a languid massage, she bucked her hips impatiently, using the arm under her pillow to balance herself.

“So needy,” he muttered, tone sizzling.

She mewled, her hand frantically searching for a place to land. It fluttered at his wrist, his bicep, his nape, then over to her chest, her breasts, and back to his hand again.

“Told you I’d take care of ya,” he whispered, bringing his other hand on the underside of her hip bone, replacing the outside one. “Just relax.” His other hand gripped her uncertain fingers, guiding them down to her breasts. He slowly squeezed each one of her mounds with his hand over hers, allowing his fingers to spin a wheel at her tender bud.

Intently, he watched as her eyes disappeared, rolling into the back of her head.

“That’s it, baby, I gotcha.” His voice was dripping with dark chocolate. “Keep goin’ just like that.”

It was an order, somehow delicate and firm.

It drifted into her ear like smoke from a wildfire and only added kerosine to the blaze in her belly. He reached down and lifted her outer thigh, forming a V with her legs. Opening up her core allowed his hand better access to her clit, while the other hand groped his cock and positioned it at her entrance.

“You need me to slow down?” he questioned, his mouth going dry from the panting. “Jus’say the word, and we can stop at any—”

“Don’t stop, Peter,” she cut him off impatiently, her voice lilting in desperation. There was no room for shame. “I need to feel you inside me.”

With a breathless gasp, he obliged her hunger and his own. He pushed the eager, leaking tip of his cock through her wet folds, perhaps a little more forcefully than he otherwise would have. He drank in her expression—the wince on her face, the flutter of her eyelashes, the pathetic whimper quickly melting into an erotic moan.

“S’okay, pretty girl,” he soothed. “M’gonna make it better.”

The grip of his fingers pushed dents into the meat of her thigh as he pried her open and rolled his hips into her heat.

“Doin’ so good for me,” he praised, his need overwhelming his senses. He pulled his hips back and drove them forward, slow enough for him to imbibe in her tremors. Her core fluttered over every inch.

“Am I still a good girl?” she gasped with wide, wet eyes. Her head was thrown back against his shoulder and cradled against his bicep.

“Yeah, you are, princess,” he practically growled. She could feel the reverberation of his voice in her heart. “You’re my good girl.”

He sealed his lips around her open-mouthed moan, greedily licking it up for himself.

Each second stretched to a millennium. That’s what he would wish for if the Devil himself offered him a trade. However, it wouldn’t take long for the Dark One to realize that he had been cheated. Peter’s soul belonged to someone else already.

Until mountains erode into sand. That’s how long he wanted each kiss to last.

“God, you feel so good, baby...”

When sequoias that pierce the sky tumble and decay into the soil, from which a new giant is born and completes its life cycle. That’s how long he wanted each of her sighs to last.

“M’gonna be good t’you, always...”

Until every tectonic plate wades to a new home atop a pool of lava, and the face of the Earth is unrecognizable.

“You’re so good to me, Pete... s-so good—”

Until all the glaciers have melted. At the end of the next Ice Age.

—“...radio waves from Galaxy 0402+379, whose coordinates appear in the constellation Perseus, featuring binary supermassive black holes with the least separation of any directly observed binaries, at a distance of approximately 23.88 Light-Years. Now, who can tell me what happens when these two objects reach singularity? Anyone? — Yes, Mr. Parker...”—

“Don’ever wanna lose you, Honey... Never, never...”

Until the end of the Milky Way’s last dance, as the curtain falls while it takes its sister Andromeda by the hand.

“Shhh, you won’t, baby. You won’t lose me. Just—ahh—stay with me...”

Each moment stretched out into eternity. Slow like molasses. Dripping like honey.

She was right. Time was the key to the whole universe.

And as Peter pushed her toward another summit, clutching her close as they tumbled over the peak together, they shared a sweat-coated sigh of relief. Both of them were finally sated, at least for now. At this moment, they were content drifting off to sleep in the cradle of each other’s embrace.

He kept her body wrapped around his, her face buried into the crook of his neck. His hand weighed heavily across her back. Eyes closed, he listened intently to her familiar purr.

He knew it well. It was the one that would confirm she was asleep—the signal he would wait for to open his eyes and observe her beauty freely, without hinderance or shame.

“I love you,” he said.

Always.

A vow.

A hope.

A plea.

She woke up to the sound of rain pattering on the window panels.

Grey light pushed on her eyelids, prying them apart, while cool air scratched at her back. She responded by folding herself tighter and burrowing her nose into a warm chest. She was still dreaming, she thought. The scent of cedar and cinnamon filled her airways as calloused hands tickled her back.

She was dreaming. And it was a beautiful dream. She refused to acknowledge the light, fighting off the waking world.

When she felt a gentle brush of fingers clearing a lock of her hair from her face, she found the courage to open her eyelids. Gazing fondly at her were a pair of doe eyes. The light of day reflected off their hue, but the facets were illuminated from within.

Like candlelight. Like fire. Roasted chestnuts, caramel, chocolate, hazelnut, whiskey, brown sugar, and molasses. Warm amber, deep garnet, charred topaz, smokey quartz, bronze, brass, and gold. Earth and fire and water and the air that escaped her lungs.

And honey. Delectable, delicious honey.

She found it all in his eyes.

“Morning,” he murmured, his throat thick from hibernation. A beaming smile burst through his lips, burning through clouds outside.

Her heart stuttered as she basked in its glow. “Morning.”

He glowed. Her friend. Her protector. Her lover.

They lay in silence, regarding one another with warm gazes and warmer hearts.

“How long’ve you been awake?” she said with a tired smile, leaning back into her pillow to get a better look at his face.

“Not sure,” he whispered, threading his fingers through her hand and placing it near his heart. The short distance between them at the present was as far away from her as he could stand. “I was jus' thinkin' about how long I've been asleep. Too long.”

She blinked at the awe in his expression, blushing as she realized he wasn’t referring to last night’s rest. Her eyes sparkled back at him, feeling a slight ache at the corners. They held several seconds of blessed silence, taking in each other in peace, until Peter rubbed the haze from his eyes.

“We outta get up,” he sighed. “Need to pack.”

“Pack?” she repeated. Her smile dimmed a bit, as the dark memories of the past couple of days crept back into her consciousness. “Where are we going?”

“You let me worry about that,” he said, though not unkind. He kissed the back of her hand tenderly. “All you need to know is that we’ll be safe. And Bella and your sisters will be waiting for us.”

Her eyes fluttered wide. “Really?”

He smiled. “Really.” Gazing at her fondly, Peter watched the relief wash over her until it brimmed at her lashes. “I’m jus’ goin’ over the details in my head,” he added thoughtfully. “Does your ma ever play the lottery?”

She smirked. “No.”

“Well,” he pondered, “she’ll be so surprised when she finds out she’s won a million dollars and another vacation getaway.”

A snort broke through her foolish grin. “Practically astonished. Won’t even bother to question it.”

“She can come along as long as she doesn’t ask any questions,” Peter said delicately before giving it some thought. He added on a condition. “And she keeps her mouth shut.” More thinking. “And stays alone, in her own place, away from us and the girls.” His brow furrowed as he continued to ponder. “Maybe even on a different continent. I’m still fine-tuning the kinks in my plan.”

“Hmmmmm,” she grinned, leaning into another soft kiss. “Kinks.”

Playfully, she brushed her tongue against his, stirring a deep groan from his chest. When he pulled back, he fixed her with a sultry gaze. “Careful...” he warned. “You might start somethin’ you’ll have to finish. Again. And again. And again—”

She giggled and leaned in for another kiss until they were interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. The couple jumped, with Honey clutching the sheet to her chest.

“Pete!” they heard Felicia’s voice through the wall. “Open up! Or... close—whatever it is you’re in the middle of.”

Honey snapped her eyes to Peter, embarrassment flooding her expression. He grinned wide, amused by her flustered state.

“Just a minute,” he called back as Honey pulled the sheets off the bed and dragged them with her. Alarmed, she scurried across the room with a shocked look. “C’mon,” he muttered at her with a jeering chuckle. “You didn’t think we were that quiet last night, did you?”

Scowling, she flipped him off and disappeared into his closet. Coming to a stand, he paused with one foot over the edge of the bed, his smile fading.

There were two heartbeats at his bedroom door.

“Hurry up, Peter,” Felicia repeated, a lack of levity in her tone. “We’ve got company.”

In a blink, he had on a pair of sweatpants and was reaching for his phone. He pulled up a camera feed outside of his bedroom.

Felicia stood with her arms crossed impatiently, tapping her fingers along her biceps. A familiar face waited beside her, wearing crimson-tinted sunglasses and clutching a white cane.

Something sharp pulled at his chest, the brightness of his smile dimming. He glanced back at the closet doorway.

“C’mon, Pete. We don’t have time!”

Peter frowned.

Of course they didn't. It was always out of his reach.

He wiped the self-pity off his face as he pulled open the door. He hadn't bothered with a shirt, facing them with a bare chest still striped with bruises.

“Matt,” he stated, reading the grim look on the other man’s face. Peter didn’t need many words to confirm what he could already hear in his friends’ heartbeats.

“Sorry to wake you,” Matt stated tensely, “but we’ve got a problem.”

It took a minute for Honey to be brave enough to poke her head out of the closet. She was fully clothed, wearing a silk robe tied snugly around her waist, but her flushed cheeks telegraphed her embarrassment.

She expected smug and teasing expressions, if not from Matt, then definitely from Felicia. What she saw was the opposite.

“How much time?” Peter asked, brows furrowed and arms crossed tightly.

“Maybe a minute,” Matt answered. "Maybe less."

“Building’s surrounded,” Felicia added anxiously. “Cleaning crew just left. We haven’t had time to check the work.”

“They’re good at what they do,” Peter assured her. “It’ll be fine. We just need to put on our game faces, stay calm, and we’ll get through this—”

“They’re bringing an army down here, Pete,” Matt implored. “You need to be sure.”

“If I weren’t, I wouldn't be standing here,” he replied.

“You oughta be running,” Felicia said sharply, "preferably to LaGuardia."

“Leaving is a bad look,” Matt argued. “I cannot stress that enough.”

Felicia glared at him. “But you would recommend a trip to Ryker’s? I thought you were supposed to be a good lawyer?”

“Cat. We need to deflect attention right now. Stay calm.”

“Where are we going?” Honey questioned, her voice cutting through the tension like a hot blade into butter.

The conversation came to a screeching halt.

Eyes snapped in her direction, but she noted how Felicia immediately looked away. Even Matt turned his head; his nose pointed at the floor.

Peter was the only one who looked her in the eye. And when he did, it made her stomach twist. Despair filled his gaze.

He didn't need to say a word. She already felt faint. “Pe-Peter...?”

He dashed across the room, taking her face in his hands. As quick as the motion was, everything felt like it was moving too fast—need more time—and Honey couldn’t keep up. Like concrete weighed down her feet—what happened, what just happened, what’s happening—and the lights of an oncoming train blinded her.

“Pe-Pe—But—-wh-wha—? What is he talking about whatdoesthatmean who’scominghere wha-what-whatdoesshemean—”

“Easy, easy,” he cooed. “It’s okay. It’s gonna be okay, yeah? I’ve got it under control.”

Her voice shattered beneath a whisper, “Don’t lie to me, Peter!”

He fell silent. Sorrow twisted his closed lips. Then, hesitantly, he explained, “The cops are here. They know about Walker.”

Honey gasped. And then she felt herself go numb.

“They were expecting him to check in this morning. And when he didn’t, somebody knew to come here.”

Tears flooded her vision with wretched memories riding them like a tidal wave. A python tangled itself around her lungs, constricting her breath.

“Now, they’re gonna come in and make a big show,” Peter continued to explain, “but it’s very important that you stay calm, Honey. Don’t say a word. Don’t answer any questions. Just follow my lead.”

She was crying. Her mind was traveling through wormholes in time. She was hurdling untethered into a cosmos of what-ifs and should-have-dones. Doubt and terror filled her expression as her heart broke into pieces.

“Nothin’ bad’s gonna happen to you, sweetheart. On my life, I swear it,” Peter softly declared. “You’re gonna be okay.”

Honey blinked wet lashes up at him, still existing outside reality. “I... I’m... I’m not afraid.”

Peter went still, lips parting.

She stared at him with resolve, her voice turning to steel. “I don’t regret what I did. Even if I have to go to jail—”

“You’re not going to jail,” he promised, shutting down the idea.

“I’m not sorry that I killed him. I’d do it all over again, if I had to. He was a monster... and-and he needed to die. I’ll tell them—”

“Honey, you’re not going to jail,” Peter firmly repeated. “I am.”

She froze, her stomach and heart plunging. Her wet eyes went wide. “What?” Terror gripped her. “What!? What do you mean—”

Peter noted how she physically pulled back, like a cobra ready to fight to the death.

“Listen to me, listen, listen," he pleaded. "We don’t have a lot of time, so I need you to listen to me carefully, yeah?” Peter murmured, the sight of her tears twisting a knife in his chest. “It’s gonna be fine. They’ll take me in, but we can fight it. Nobody has to know what really happened, alright? All you gotta do is follow my lead—”

Now her mind was traveling elsewhere, plummeting down into hell.

She pictured Peter in handcuffs. In an orange jumpsuit. At his trial. For murder. Of a goddamn shitbag. A federal agent. Sentenced. To death.

She rapidly blinked as if doing so could clear the horrifying image from her vision. Instead, she kept shaking her head as the nightmare unfolded.

Her tongue wouldn't work right. “But-But—”

“You’re my brave girl,” he said with soft desperation. “Jus’ need ya to stay brave a little longer, alright?”

“You... you didn’t do—no, no, you can’t—”

“I’ll make sure you’re safe,” he pleaded. “You, Bella, your sisters—you’re all gonna be okay. Just like I promised, alright? You just gotta go along with what I say. Whatever you hear, you gotta stay quiet, okay?”

“But...”

“No buts, you gotta trust me—”

“But... M’not—”

“I’m serious, Honey. I’m not playin’ around. Don’t fight with me on this—”

“I’m not letting them take you away from me!” she snapped, her voice breaking.

He went quiet as her fingers gripped him by the arms, nails digging into his flesh. She shook her head vehemently. In fact, her whole body was trembling like the facade of an avalanche. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks as she stared desperately up at Peter.

“You belong to me, too!" she said through sobs. "Okay? You’re mine, and I’m not letting you go. I’m not running away. There is nothing on this Earth that I love more, and I’m not leaving you!”

Time stopped.

Peter blinked at her, unsure if he actually heard what she just said.

When he listened to her heart, it beat steadily. Drumming its truth. Each beat the tolling of a bell, ringing clear.

One moment stretched out into eternity.

Peter's eyes shimmered as he gazed down at her. His heart swelled beyond his chest, outside of the room, dwarfing the skyscrapers, eclipsing the sky.

Craning his neck, he touched his forehead to hers. He swore he could feel her devotion through her skin. He was empowered by it. Weakened by it.

Swallowing hard, he breathed her into his lungs.

Suddenly, they were alone in the room. In the city. On the planet. A shudder racked through her, a silent sob escaping her lips. “I... love you, Peter. I love you so much—”

“I know you do,” he nodded with a reassuring tone. Tears budded at his eyelids. “I know.” He hooked his fingers beneath her jaw and pointed her gaze up at his.

There she is, he thought. His light in the darkness. His hope. His Honey.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered.

She felt her pulse in her own throat as she gazed up at him with red eyes. He waited for a response. She sniffed and nodded, swallowing her panic back down.

He smiled warmly. “Then I need you to remember that I love you,” he said. “And don’t ever forget it. No matter what you hear, okay? I love you forever. No matter what.”

Heavy footsteps echoed from down the hall. Her stomach twisted helplessly at the sound. Peter pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead. When they parted, he turned away from her. She watched his retreating form until she felt Felicia's fingers take her by the shoulders. Gently, the woman led her back away from bedroom entrance.

Honey watched him longingly as her arms ached to hold him. He kept his back to her, eyes fixed on the ground.

“Police!” a shout boomed from the hallway. “Coming in!” Honey felt a scream bubbling in her throat, desperate to break free.

The door opened with a bang.

Peter kept himself steady, casting his eyes downward as a herd of boots stampeded around him. In a blink, at least a dozen of NYPD’s finest filled the space, with pistols and rifles pointed at Peter. They barked orders, shouting over one another.

He was motionless.

Honey’s eyes darted around to see the ridiculous show of force, more befitting of Michael Myers or Hannibal Lector.

Half of them wore traditional police uniforms and bulletproof vests, while the other half wore full body-armor and carried SWAT-style equipment. Her eyes narrowed in on the SHIELD patch on the arms of one of the officers, her stomach twisting into knots.

“Hands up!”

“Put your hands above your head!”

“This is absurd—you’re in my client’s private residence!”

“Hands where I can see them!”

When Peter looked up at them, he was a different man. He looked surprised. His eyes glittered with amusement, and his mouth was crooked with a brash grin. Relaxed, he leaned back on his hands as casually as any visit, observing the intruders with a pompous smirk

“Mornin’, boys,” he said boldly. “Please tell me one of you brought donuts.”

“On your feet!” one of the SHIELD agents hissed. The man sporting dark stubble over his jawline and a military crew cut stepped forward and gripped Peter by the shoulder. With a yank, he hauled the half-naked man to his feet—or rather, Peter allowed himself to be manhandled into a standing position.

“Hey, watch it!” Matt snapped. “You lay a finger on my client, and I’ll have your badge faster than you can say your overly complicated acronym.”

“Tell ya what, Murdock,” the dark-haired SHIELD agent glowered at him with a cruel smile. “If you see something, say something.”

“You hear that, Matty?” Peter snorted. “Small Dick Energy over here’s brought his big guns and blind jokes today... What’s ya name anyway, pal?”

“Rumlow,” the SHIELD agent spat. “What’s it to you?”

“No big deal,” Peter shrugged. “I’m gonna wanna know which funeral home to send the flowers to, is’all.”

Rumlow’s face turned red with rage, giving him a look that shot terror down Honey’s spine. Peter smirked haughtily as a different police officer turned him around and wrenched his wrists behind his back.

“Ooh!” Peter hissed playfully, with a lascivious wiggle of his brows. “Easy, tiger. Gimme some time to recharge 'ere. I had a rough tumble last night—”

“It’s about to get rougher,” a husky voice called from the entrance.

Honey turned to see George Stacy’s ominous form blocking the doorway. His eyes were even baggier than the last time she saw him. His stringy, graying red hair looked unwashed, and he wore a wrinkled white dress shirt under his Kevlar vest. Marching into the room, the man glared at Peter with narrow eyes that could melt steel.

“Georgie!” Peter called out with glee. “I thought I smelled bacon. Good to see ya, buddy!”

“Captain Stacy to you, asshole,” Rumlow bitterly remarked.

“Oh, no, Georgie and I go waayy back—wait a sec....did you say ‘Captain?’” Peter questioned before turning to George in shock. “Really? Still? Ya mean they haven’t given you a promotion yet? That’s some bullshit right there—”

“Peter Parker,” George declared sharply, popping each ‘P,’ leering at him like a shark hunting a sea lion. “It’s with the utmost pleasure that I inform you that you’re under arrest.”

“I’m happy for you, Georgie,” Peter smirked. “Really am. You look like you could use some pleasure.”

“Captain Stacy,” Matt snarled, inserting himself between the two men, “I had a conversation with the Commissioner this morning. We agreed that Mr. Reilly was coming in of his own accord—”

“‘Ben Reilly’ can come on down whenever he wants,” George sneered disdainfully, pointing at Peter. “I’m here for him.” He flicked his eyes back to Matt, “If you wanna take something up with the Commissioner, go ahead. He’s downstairs.”

“That’s perfect—maybe we can all do a round of 20 Questions!” Peter grinned wide. “Anybody up for a game? Here. I’ll start:” He glanced over at George, lifting his chin proudly. “Never Have I Ever... been suspended from active duty for showin’ up to work three-sheets-to-the-wind and smellin’ like I bathed in a vat of Irish Whiskey.”

George chuckled mirthlessly, loathing in his eyes. “That’s funny. Always so clever.” His smile faded. “Make jokes all you want, Parker. They’re still gonna take it outta your ass at Ryker’s. If you even make it that far.”

The humor dimmed in Peter’s eyes, but his grin was infallible. “Don’t tempt me with a good time.”

“I know exactly how to tempt you,” George said through gritted teeth. He glanced across the room to the small woman hugging herself in a silk robe. “You.”

Honey’s glossy eyes went wide, stunned motionless as all eyes turned to her. “Me?” Her voice trembled pathetically, tongue fumbling. She was incapacitated by her fear as much as she was by her growing anger.

“You," Stacy grinned with a set of shark teeth. "You’re comin’ too. Cuff her.”

She flinched as a blue-shirted officer stepped towards her.

“Wait. Who?” the cuffed man piped up.

They halted at the sound of Peter’s confusion. With a crooked brow, Peter leaned forward, bending at the waist. When Honey made eye contact with him, she was shocked to see him practically looking through her. His face went blank, eyes widening slightly.

“Oh,” he said, as if he’d found a stray cat on his front stoop, or a slightly-interesting ad in his mailbox. “Hi, there.” Awkwardly, he smiled at her, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Uh...” He blew out an exaggerated exhale, utter shock on his face. “You!”

A crease formed between her eyes as she stared back. The crowd of officers glanced between them with growing confusion.

Peter eyed her with a blush, embarrassed. Sheepishly, he blurted out, “Eh. I gotta level with you. I didn’t know you were still here.”

A hitch formed in her throat as she blinked at him, her face looking as if he’d slapped her. By contrast, besides the slight discomfort of being caught off guard, he appeared apathetic. Like she was a total stranger.

“Um, look,” he said, scrunching his face like he was about to rip off a bandaid. “I... uh, usually this isn’t my style, but... M’kinda in the middle’a somethin’. So... if you could grab a cab home, that’d be great.”

Her stomach twisted.

Peter fixed her with an apologetic grin that was half-cringe, as if he was still attempting some level of charm without any kind of real remorse.

“Just hit me up on Venmo,” he added, as if their relationship was some transaction. Like selling an old couch on Craigslist. He suddenly looked alarmed, glancing at the officers around him, then added, “For the cab fare! Not the... y’know, anything we did last night.”

Mortification hit her like a truck. He simply wrinkled his nose and shrugged, then glanced away. He didn’t look back.

Honey wanted to vomit. She lacked the air in her lungs to respond in words. Instead, she responded with a brokenhearted, glazed-over expression of shock and horror.

“Bullshit,” Captain Stacy said, eyes narrowed between Peter and his mistress. “Don’t play games with me, Parker. I know who she is.”

Peter blinked at his estranged father-in-law, completely daft. “Really?” He glanced back in her direction, avoiding her eyes, then to George again. “Wait. She’s not your daughter, is she?!”

“No!” the man replied, his face turning red.

Peter sighed. “Thank God. That woulda been so weird.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Parker!” the police captain growled. “This woman is just as culpable as you are!”

“Really, Captain Stacy,” Matt added, skeptically. Doubt was slowly overtaking the room. “You can’t honestly believe that this, uh... um—” The lawyer cleared his throat, “—Mr. Reilly’s guest—is somehow useful to your case?” He scoffed with a laugh. “Or that she’s of any kind of consequence to my client at all?”

George pointed at the woman, who looked humiliated and near tears. “This woman is a witness, at the very least!” he barked. “She’s his girlfriend! His ‘Honey.’”

The way Peter raised one of his brows was almost comical, if it wasn’t so cruel. Incredulously, he glanced over at the devastated woman and snorted.

He looked back at George incredulously. “Seriously?” he scoffed. “Do you have any idea how many ‘Honeys’ I go through each month?”

The wince that followed could be felt throughout the whole room. Even strangers averted their eyes.

The mob boss laughed cruelly. “Don’t get me wrong, she’s a great lay with a cute face. But that’s it.”

A vein popped out of George’s forehead. The surrounding officers avoided eye contact, the situation becoming uncomfortable for everyone in the room. “This woman is practically an accomplice!” he bellowed, raising his voice loud enough to echo into the hall.

Peter gazed at him like he had two heads. “Accomplice?” He raised a brow. “You’re losin’ it, pops. I don’t even know her name.”

The pain was so sharp, she flinched. Like a stab to the back, or punch to the gut. A slap in the face. Her stomach lurched. Eyes blurred. She wanted to scream and vomit and die.

And still, she wanted Peter to look at her. To give her some kind of indication that this was all just a ruse.

Instead, he kept George fixed in his gaze, watching the sweat bead on the police captain's forehead as his outrage flared.

“‘Sides,” Peter taunted, licking his lips like a dog. “You know my type.”

The man’s eyes shot back to Peter, flashing red.

“That reminds me,” the mob boss grinned, a lewd twinkle in his eye. “How’s Helen?”

At the mention of his wife, George’s face dropped. His eyes went wide, the color vanishing instantly. The grown man lunged across the room with a growl. His hands were wrapped around Peter’s neck in the blink of an eye, practically tackling the cuffed criminal to the ground.

A ruckus of shouting, grabbing, and grunting broke out as George’s colleagues physically restrained him from continuing to choke Peter.

The melee suddenly came to a halt when an authoritative male voice shouted out from the doorway, “What the hell’s going on here?”

The humorless tone snapped the whole group into order. The doorway was shadowed by the silhouette of a tall, broad-shouldered man with dusty blonde hair wearing a tailored suit. He was older, possibly in his 70s, and judging by the way the officers tensed up as he strode into the room, he outranked them.

“Anybody want to tell me what the problem is?” the man ordered, keeping his tone soft.

“Well, I’m missing a shirt, for one,” Peter complained. “And if you plan on takin’ my picture, I gotta tell ya, I don’t go topless. Least not for free.”

Matt spun towards the authoritative presence, infuriated. “Commissioner Pierce,” he greeted him firmly, with a faint tone of relief. “Your officer just attacked my client while he was restrained in handcuffs. Respectfully, I request that he be removed immediately from the premises.”

The Commissioner’s eyes roved from Murdock to George Stacy, who was still panting wildly, hair disheveled, and shirt askew.

“Captain Stacy, you’re dismissed,” the man declared. Just like that, it was over. Not even the SHIELD agents attempted to argue. George opened his mouth to protest, but Pierce silenced his rebuttal. “That is all,” he said calmly.

George snapped his mouth closed, stunned at the turn of events. He gulped down rage, and jerked himself free of his fellow officers’ grip. Without another word, he spun on his heel and stormed out of the room.

Now Pierce was in charge.

He gazed over at Peter, staring at the lanky man past the end of his nose. Pierce looked as if he was sizing him up. His eyes were cold and impersonal, like judging a cut of meat. Defiantly, Peter glared right back.

Matt stepped in, more sensitive to the man’s authority than Peter. “Commissioner Pierce, I appreciate you sharing my concern for a conflict-free investigation—”

“No need for posturing, Mr. Murdock,” he answered. There was a sophisticated nature to Alexander Pierce that the others were incapable of. “We can make this quick and easy. Your client’s coming with us. Gentleman, please, kindly escort Mr. Reilly from the room.”

“So... no shirt then?” Peter remarked, before being 'pulled' along by the beat cops at his sides. The other officers moved with him, filing out behind him. “Forget my lawyer!” the mob boss called back from the hallway. “You’re gonna hear from my agent!”

Pierce scanned the room like a shark through water, landing on the small, mortified woman in the back. Honey looked up to see Pierce’s eyes narrowed in on her. Matt remained close, and deep down, she knew it wasn't for her support. The tall man approached her, studying her intently.

“So that just leaves you, then,” Pierce said. “Mr. Murdock, do you represent this young lady, too?”

Eyes glistening, she swallowed hard, focused on keeping the bile from crawling up her throat.

“No, sir,” Matt stated, mouth twisted with a smirk. “In fact, I don't have a clue who she is. I’m pretty sure you could question every person in this house—you’d get the same answer.”

With a firm jaw, Pierce said to her, “Who are you?”

Fawn-like, she stared up at him, blinking wet lashes. “I... I’m....” Her mouth fumbled before forming the correct words.

“I just make coffee.”

Continue to Part 23

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It Was You All Along // Dave Lizewski

requested by a lovely anon 💕

Can u write dave x fem!reader where reader Always had a crush on him but he kinda ignored reader bc of Katie but then someone popular asks reader out and he gets jealous and y/n dresses up super hot and he realizes he fucked up

word count: 1809

a/n: i hope this is close enough! ❤️ (i couldn't think of a different title but this one reminds me of Agatha All Along xd)

"Hey, Dave! My folks are gone for the weekend and I thought we could have an X-men watch party. Wanna come?"

"Sorry I can't, I'm hanging out with Katie."

"Again?" you ask a bit louder than intended,causing a few people to look at you in the hallway. You continue with a lower voice "Aren't you like, tired of all the lying? Like, what if she finds out that you're not actually gay, hm? Cause you know she will, eventually."

"Why do you care so much?!" Dave says, clearly frustrated.

You raise an eyebrow.

"Oh why would I? Maybe because we have been best friends since diapers, you stupid asshole!" you say not caring if some students hear you or not, anymore. "But you know what, you are right. I shouldn't care. Go play pretend with Katie but don't come to me, crying when you end up getting your heart broken."

"Don't worry, I won't." he snaps back. And you turn around and leave but not before flipping him off. You felt the angry tears rolling down your cheeks as you zigzagged between the chattering teenagers.

You couldn’t believe how Dave could be so blind! He only had eyes for Miss Perfect. Whom by the way, is a real bitch and would go back to ignoring Dave or calling him a freak if it wasn’t for his little gay act.

Somehow you made your way over to the restroom and locked yourself into one of the booths.

Dave couldn’t even see you as a potential “love-interest”. Eventhough you were the one who always were there for him, you were always there when he called, running to him like a lost puppy. And he couldn’t even care less. And you hate him for it. But you hate yourself more for still liking him.

It’s not like you can do something about it, if you could, you would have. But that’s not how it works, so you are just crying your guts out on the toilet trying not to think about Dave.

In all honesty, you have no idea how you made it through the day. You almost cried during biology but you caught yourself after a few lonely tears. You could feel Dave’s gaze on you but there was no way you would look at him. As soon as the last bell rang you were out of school, hurring past Tod and Marty, not being in the mood for them either.

The next day wasn’t any different, you didn’t hang with Dave, Tod and Marty like you normally do. You didn’t sit with them at lunch, instead walked over to the only empty table you saw and placed your tray there. You mounched on your food, completely unaware of your surroundings until you hear the chair next to you being pulled out. You look up to see Matthew Greendale, resident hottie of the school sit next to you.

"Hey, sorry, it's not a problem if I sit here, right?" he asks. You eyed him suspiciously.

"No, it's fine."

It's fine?! You mentally scold yourself. You never even spoke to this guy, outside of literature in first year. Why would he sit next to you?

"I didn't want to sit with all the other "popular jocks" he answered you unspoken question while taking a bite of his canteen-hamburger. “They’re fun and everything but it’s nice to get away from them sometimes.”

You think of your friends who are sitting a few tables away and you can’t help but agree with Matthew.

“Yeah, I feel you.” you say without thinking.

“Hey..We used to sit next to each other in freshman year, didn’t we? It’s y/n ,right?”

You nod with a smile, honestly being surprised that he remembers you.

“Yeah!”

“I haven’t really seen you around a lot. But when I do you are always hanging with those comic book nerds.”

“Hey! Comics are great.”

He puts his hands up in a defense.

“Oh no! I didn’t mean it as an insult. Some comics are good, my little brother made read one last month. It was actually great.”

“What comic was it?”

“Oh, uhm..It was about some kind of blind dude in a devil costume.”

“Daredevil?” you ask with a giggle.

“Yes, that one!” he laughs too.

The two of you continue talking until the end of lunch break. He is surprisingly fun to talk to and he even offers to walk you to your next class after lunch. You had such a good time you didn’t even think about Dave, heck, you didn’t even notice him literally glaring daggers into Matthew.

“What’s up with you, dude?” Tod asks snapping Dave out of it.

“Yeah, Dave. What the shit is going on with you and Y/N?” Marty asks too.

Dave forrows is eyebrows. Yes, what the shit is going on with the two of you? Every since yesterday's 'fight' with you he can't stop thinking. About how he spends most, if not all of his time either with being Kick-Ass or, rather with Katie. It used to be different. He spent every second with you and he just threw you away so he could maybe get laid. And sure, Katie may be hot as fuck but she is.. Well, she is not you.

"We had a fight, yesterday. I.. And she was right." he explains with a grimace. "But why the fuck is that Greendale asshole is with her?"

"You jealous or something, dude?"

"Wha- Of course I am not jealous! Why would I be? You guys are nuts."

Jealous… The word rolled around in his mouth like a new flavored milkshake he never tasted before.

Could he be… Jealous? He never thought of you that way, you were always his best friend. Just that. But.. The more he thinks about it the more he can't stop that twist like feeling in his stomach.

That night he can't focus on crime fighting. All his thoughts are tied to you. Whether he likes it or not, memories of you keep popping up in his mind. How didn't he notice your beautiful smile before? And your laugh? It's like a beautiful melody. And… Gosh! When did he become such a sappy teenager? Oh and another thing.. He kept trying to think of something else, anything else like Katie for example but he doesn't care anymore!

Dave goes home early with a frustrated growl. The remaining hours of the night he spends with tossing and turning and daydreaming instead of sleeping.

(the next afternoon, Atomic Comics)

Dave bangs his head against the wood table once again. A tired groan leaves his lips when he hears Tod almost choking on his iced coffee.

"What the tunk, Tod?" Marty and Dave ask almost at the same time. The dirty blonde haired boy keeps pointing outside the huge window that they are sitting next to at Atomic Comics.

"Is that fucking y/n?!"

Now all three of them look outside the shop and see you, all dressed up nad seemingly waiting for someone.

"Holy fuck!" Dave whispers. He stares at you, with his mouth a gap before jumping up from the booth they were sitting at and rushing outside the store.

"Y/n! Y/-" he yells almost tripping on thin air.

"Dave?" you question, quickly turning towards him. Damn, you missed him. No! Yeah, you did… "What do you want?"

"What do I- What, can't I talk to you?"

"If you wanted to talk you would have in these past days!" you say. Yes, you might have missed him, but it's not like you're gonna show it. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am waiting for my date to show up."

"Your.. Your what, now?!"

"My date"

"You can't go on a date!"

"And why is that, Lizewski?"

"Lizewski? Really, you're calling me by my surname? Are we in such a bad place right now?"

"I don't know, you tell me. Are you going to tell me what i can and can't do, hm?"

"I didn't mean it like that. I just…"

"What, it's fine when you say it but when I do it with you about Katie I'm the bad friend?"

"No,it's just-"

"Sorry. Matt's here." you point to the street across the road where you saw the boy walk towards you. "I gotta go."

You start walking away but Dave grabs your wrist.

"Please, don't." he mumbles.

"Why not?" you snap at him but your expressions soften upon your eyes land on his saddened face.

"I- because I don't want you with him. O-or anyone."

You raise an eyebrow.

"What?"

He took a deep breath before looking around. Matt was waiting patiently by the traffic light so he could cross the road. Dave quickly began explaining.

"You were right. About Katie. I was such a dickhead, I am so sorry, y/n. I am sorry for ignoring you over her and and.." from the corner of his eye he sees the traffic light turn green. "Shit! I don't want you to go out with Greendale cause I.. Because I like you. Like really fucking like you. And oh my god you look so fucking hot in this outfit, not that you're not always hot but holy shit. I know we are just friends and you don't think of me that way but I ju-"

"Oh my god! Do you ever shut up?" you yell before pressing your lips to his. Dave stumbled back a little, but quickly recovered and kissed back. Your hands cupped his face and his hands grabbed your waist in response. You both tilled your heads, deepening the kiss earning loud knocking from Marty and Tod as they watched the whole scene through the window. Not that you noticed any of it. You didn't hear the passing by car honk at you nor the yells or whistles. You also did not notice Matthew walking away with a sad smile after seeing the two of you. Your touches intertwine and you're pretty sure you heard Dave moan slightly which causes you to giggle into the kiss. You both pull away gasping for air. You look down at your shoes, hoping to hide your flushed cheeks. Dave scratches his back and looks around nervously only to see his two idiotic friends making kissy faces. He lifts his middle finger for them before clearing his throat.

"So.. Khm.. I guess you like me too?"

You let out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, I do." you say looking at him with a smile.

"That's.. Fuck. That's great." he replied genuinely happy. "Wanna get out of here?"

You nod and you take off. You take Dave's hand and he intertwines your fingers with a smile. Maybe he is truly a superhero. He helps people and he gets the girl of his dreams. The happy ending.

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