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canislupus-exe · 1 year ago

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Made for Each Other | eddie munson

>>gif credit to @/rpvisualosities<<

fandom | Stanger Things

character | Eddie Munson

reader | she/her/afab (he/him/amab ver.)

requested | anonymous

warnings | smut/nsfw, mutual perversion, peeping, mild degradation

word count | 1,804

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | can u maybe do an eddie munson smut where the reader catches him masturbating to a polaroid of her and then the reader fucks him 👉👈

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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You sighed as you checked your watch, the time read 9:17. The day had been surprisingly slow so you decided to hang out with your best friend, but found his company had barely changed that fact. You’d burned through two movies with him and were going to start a third when he suddenly realized something and bolted out of the room.

That was a few minutes ago and now you were waiting for his return, sprawled out on his bed. You yawned and laid your head against the pillow. Nothing happened until finally, you heard the bedroom door open. You lifted your torso and leaned on your elbows, raising your eyebrows at him. A bright flash caused you to blink rapidly and groan.

“Dude, what the hell?” You asked, sitting up fully and rubbing your eyes. You could hear Eddie laugh before feeling the bed shift as he sat next to you.

“Ain’t she a beaut?” He asks. You stop rubbing your eyes and look at what’s in his hand. It’s a Polaroid picture of yourself. Your shirt is slightly lifted and your pajama bottoms are slightly misplaced, revealing a small bit of your hip area. Your eyelids are slightly drooped, making you look sleepy and even somewhat sultry.

“When did you get a Polaroid?” You asked.

“I found it at the thrift store just outside of town. I seriously couldn’t believe my luck. It was a little busted right here, see, but nothing some duct tape couldn’t fix.” He raved, showing you all parts of the camera. You smiled fondly.

“That’s awesome Eddie.” You say, handing him the picture. He looks at it for a couple of seconds before looking back up at you.

“You don’t want to keep this?” He asks. You shake your head.

“Nah, what purpose do I have for a picture of myself?”

“Wouldn’t I have even less of a purpose for a picture of you?” He asks with a laugh. You shrug and smile.

“I don’t know. Use it to remember me or if you miss me.” You say with a snicker.

“That’s the corniest shit I’ve ever heard,” Eddie replied. You laughed before standing up from the bed.

“I should probably go home now Eddie. It’s getting late and we have school tomorrow.” You say, grabbing your car keys from his nightstand.

“Already?” He asks a twinge of sadness in his voice. You smile.

“I’ll be back, probably sooner than you even realize. Thanks for letting me hang and keep you company though.” You said. He nodded and stood from the bed, walking you toward his front door.

You said bye and locked up his door, hopping in your car and starting it up. Your house wasn’t too far from the trailer park, which you were thankful for. It made your visits to his place that much more convenient. You whistled to the song on the radio, mindlessly tapping your steering wheel while focusing on the road.

As you pulled up to a crossroad to take a right turn, you realized how cold you were. You always kept your windows rolled down when you drove but it was much chillier than usual. You were about to turn when it dawned on you that you left your jacket at Eddie’s house. No wonder I’m freezing, you think to yourself as you pop a quick U-turn and backtrack to the trailer park.

It doesn’t take long since you didn’t get very far. In a matter of six minutes, you’re putting your car back in park in Eddie’s driveway. You toss your keys in your jean pocket, knocking on his door. There’s no answer, and you can’t help but assume he’d fallen asleep. Normally, you wouldn’t intrude, but the freezing Indiana temperatures urged you to use the spare key he’d gifted you years ago. Just for emergencies, he told you, and if you stayed out there any longer without a protective layer you’d freeze your tits off, which was as close to an emergency as you could damn near get.

You opened the door and shut it quietly behind you, not wanting to wake him up. You quickly scanned the living room, searching for your jacket. It was nowhere to be found but you didn’t fret, you probably just left it in Eddie’s room. You walked toward his bedroom door, seconds away from pushing it open when you heard a noise.

Not just any noise, though. A very distinct type of noise that caused your feet to stay planted on the floor and your stomach to meet them there. It was a moan. A moan that no doubt belonged to your best friend. Your heart began to thump louder than it ever has but you tried to drown it out, listening for another noise to prove you weren’t going crazy.

And there it was again. A whiny, high-pitched moan that sent tingles down your spine and blood rushing to your crotch. You clasped a hand over your mouth in an attempt to regulate your breathing, scared you’d make a noise and alert him that you were here. Which you should’ve done, you knew that. You knew how wrong it was to listen to someone get off, but you couldn’t move your feet.

And to make matters worse, your eyes found themselves drawn to the crack in the door. You weren’t just listening now, you were full-on peeping on your best friend jacking off, and God was it making you wet.

The sliver in the door was small but if you angled yourself just right you could see enough. His right hand rapidly moved up and down his shaft while his left held a picture that looked almost familiar. Further up you could see his shirt lifted and his left hand holding a piece of clothing to his nose, which he was no doubt sniffing with fervor. The item of clothing was also familiar. It almost looked like…

“(Y/n)~” Eddie whined breathlessly, and the air around you seemed to turn cold. That couldn’t have possibly been…

“Fuck- (Y/n)…” He moaned again, and you were sure of it this time. He was, without a shadow of a doubt, moaning your name. That wasn’t the only thing he was doing. As he continued to furiously pump his shaft with his fist you realized why everything looked so familiar. He was holding the Polaroid he took of you earlier and sniffing your jacket. Eddie was masturbating to the thought of you.

“God p-please I need you~” He moaned, panting heavily. You got so warm in the face and so fuzzy in the brain that you acted without thinking. You pushed the bedroom door open and walked in, causing him to yelp and throw everything off of him. He scrambled to pull a blanket over himself to salvage a shred of his modesty but you’d already seen too much.

“Don’t stop on my account sweetheart. In fact, let me help you~” You say, popping the button of your jeans. His face turns bright red, staring at you in utter disbelief.

“(Y-Y/n) I can explain-“

“Explain what? That you were jacking off to a picture of me? Mmm, what did you imagine we were doing Eddie?” You asked, pulling the blanket off as you licked your lips.

“I-I wasn’t-“

“Come on Eddie~ You can tell me. If you ask nicely, I might even do it to you~” You whisper in his ear, gently placing your hand around his already twitching cock. He gasps and whimpers, covering his mouth to stop the needy noises from spilling out.

“You were so loud before, what happened to ‘I need you’?” You asked, moving your hand up and down his shaft. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lowered his hands, babbling for a second as he presumably tried to find the right words.

“I was i-imagining you- ah- riding me into- hng- oblivion.” He gasped out, balling his hands into the sheets. You smirked, pulling your hand away and watching him practically chase your touch.

“That can be arranged.” You reply, pulling your pants and panties off all the way. He watched with wide eyes as your soaked pussy was revealed, dripping with arousal and making his mouth water. He watched you bend and spit on his cock, gasping at the sudden cold sensation. You rubbed it down the shaft, expertly lubing him up in seconds and causing him to turn to putty once again.

Once you were finished prepping him, you positioned your entrance over his hard cock, teasing by gently prodding it. He whined, staring at you with pleading eyes. You decided to take mercy on him and finally sink down, groaning as he filled you up. He bit his lip harshly and squeezed his eyes shut, overcome with the pleasure of being inside you.

“Look at you, you filthy little pervert. Getting fucked by the girl you were jacking off to.” You practically growled at him, an irregular dominance clouding your mind. He moaned and covered his face, too embarrassed to look you in the eyes.

“Maybe we’re made for each other though.” You say somewhat fondly as you pick up your pace. He moans, face still covered, but he manages to get out two words of inquiry.

“W-We are?” He asks meekly. You laugh almost sadistically as you rest your hands on his stomach.

“We are… wanna know why?” You ask, slowing your hips just the slightest bit to grab his focus.

“Why?” He asks breathlessly.

“Because I’m a pervert too Eddie. I watched you jack off to me. I liked watching you jack off to me.” You say, giving him no time to process what you’ve said before starting to bounce vigorously on him again. This practically sends him over the edge, whimpering and begging to cum as you intensely rode him like never before. He grabs your hips and begins moaning frantically

“Fuck fuck fuck I’m- agghn!” He gasps for air and digs his nails into your skin, body shaking as spurts of cum shoot from the head of his cock and nestles deep inside your pussy. The sounds he’s making and the feeling of him releasing inside you proves to be too much as your hips sputter and you let out a loud moan, shaking as your own orgasm so intense takes over your body and leaves you trembling.

You gasp in an attempt to regain your breath, Eddie still latched onto you like his life depends on it. You chuckle and let your body weight fall onto him, electing to clean yourselves up later. You do however decide to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek at the moment, and you’re glad you do when you see his flushed face fondly smile.

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emblazons · 5 months ago

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this is likely so personal and just. way to much info but there is no where else in my life I could possibly put it and...weirdly, I trust y'all lmfao

There's something so painfully unnerving about having someone be genuinely interested in you after being single for so long, and I don't think—for all of my internal belief that I was ready for "the right relationship" when it came for me—I was prepared for how much there is a very real part of me that desperately wants to run and hide from it solely because it challenges my internal status quo.

The thing is....when I last had a meaningful breakup with a semi-serious partner (2019), I treated being single as a temporary state; something to "get through" until I found a new partner, and I went through the classic dating app gambit and saw men and women and tried to "put myself out there" the way they tell you to do. Then, after realizing how little I wanted to deal with casual dating and hookups—and after being told on my birthday a man I'd been talking to for four months already had a GF of two years—I lost a taste for trying to make something out of nothing and just put sex and dating entirely on the back burner, instead taking the "you can only control you" advice I'd always seen so I could focus figuring out who I was without a partner to constantly distract me from that.

From probably the beginning of COVID, that meant focusing on ...just every single aspect of myself. From healing the mental anguish of burning out of my (then) previous job, finding the bravery to do things I would always do with partners by myself (going to the movies, going out to eat, even shit like solo international travel) and even just letting my "inner nerd" come to the fore because I didn't have anyone looking at me funny for doing things like spending hours writing Stranger Things analysis or learning to make gifs (lol), I've spent nearly the last four years just...learning to like all the random corners of myself as myself, finding out what it felt like to go to sleep alone and content with the woman staring at me in the mirror.

In doing that though...so much fell into place for me in so many areas it never managed to when romance was a priority. I got a job that I absolutely love, and make more money than I even thought possible ever, nevermind before 30. I went from having roommates and shit credit to having my own apartment and fixing a lot of the financial mistakes I made in my early 20s. I learned to take better care of my body—going to all the doctors i had avoided for years, taking accountability the aspects of my health I could control, and losing the nearly 60 lbs I gained from illness and medicine (and poor habits) in that previous 4 year period. I traveled to New Zealand for the first time, went to all the concerts and music festivals and events that growing up poor had denied me, and learned how to be comfortable doing everything from buying cars to making serious appointments all alone. All of that happened because I was single, not in spite of it—and as I realized how much mental space "the pursuit of love" had taken from everything else, being single slowly started to feel like a boon from the universe in a way my formerly partnered or "crushing" or "dating" self could not have even dreamed.

Granted—that was not an easy process. Even right now I'm not sure it would be honest to say I always enjoyed it, especially at first. Some days being "single and not looking" felt like the world was crushing me under the weight of being alone, from how much easier it seemed emotionally, mentally and even financially for my partnered friends (because "a burden shared is a burden halved" as they say) to the way when the walls closed in and life got really hard, the only other being in the room was my cat and....maybe God.

Learning not to be annoyed when one of my friends found someone they loved and wanted to be with seriously—often moving toward marriage, because that's the era of life I'm in—was still a challenge, and not wanting to bite people's heads off when they said "but aren't you lonely" still happened a fair amount. Slowly becoming desensitized to my body as a sexual entity felt strange at first, but then it slowly changed into something comforting as I realized that a lot of the sex I was having before wasn't rooted in an expression of affection or desire for my partner, but expectation, habit, and a refusal to accept that I was actually pretty fucking demisexual. I started looking at my own relationship history and other people's as something to be studied and considered not emotionally, but logically—and slowly slipped into a version of myself the me of my early 20s could not have ever fathomed.

It wasn't even until I was in New York in May that I realized, probably for the first time in all that time, that I had accomplished all of what my "intentionally single era" was designed to do. I was a featured speaker on a panel with one of the largest design magazines in the entire world—but more than that, I was someone I liked, respected, and wanted to be, because when I looked in the mirror, who stared back made me happy as fuck to know.

So, I said I would be more open to meeting new people again. And within—I shit you not—three weeks, this man shows up on my birthday of all days and within five meetings wheedles his way not just into "oh he's kind of cute" territory, but all the way to me kissing his cheek, saying his mispronunciation of a word he's only read is cute and holding his hand at a concert on a random Wednesday.

I literally cannot tell you how unnerving that feels. I cannot tell you how much I can feel the walls of my four years of singleness wanting to shut him out despite all the green flags he's managed to present at record fucking speed, especially compared to all the partners I had before him. I cannot tell you how much even the usually nice feeling of liking someone feels sullied by my own sincere doubt this is going to work out in the long run, or how even the smallest things he does that aren't like me feel like giant red flags because I've spent so much time focusing solely on myself even a smidgen of someone else in that space feels enormous.

I cannot tell you how weird it feels to have someone look at me with desire, both for my body and to know me more; how weird it feels to sense the starting of attraction in myself because someone has laid so much of themselves at my feet and still stayed present despite my overwhelming desire to isolate and intellectualize. To me, its been four seconds of my life since I met this man—someone who I honestly didn't even think I would like that much, and who made me defensive solely because he was reaching for something I wasn't even sure I was ready to give—and him being intentional about seeing me, remembering things about me and complementing me feels like an overstep...even though it's probably one of the healthiest things that could be happening to me.

Even the fact that I told him about my family, my struggle with anxiety and my distancing myself from sex for so long feels fucking insane to ME, and I'm the one who did it. It feels like this little lonely, touch-starved gremlin inside of me has been let out of her cage on a leash and still managed to run to the front of the deck and start barking directions. Two inches forward feels like a mile when you've spent just under half a decade not moving at all—and while I don't feel overwhelmed by it yet, this whole thing gives me anxiety even as I'm nearly desperate at this point to let myself explore it.

I don't know. I might regret even say this, though I don't think so; even if it doesn't work out, it was going to happen sometime and with someone. I just. Its new. Its different. It is just about as far out of my comfort zone as I could get, and that feels weird to say considering how the me of "before" would have laughed at how little has actually been done. There really isn't anything to do at this point but see it through as far as it makes sense to—and to accept the want that it returns to me, no matter how horrifying that seems in the moment...and as he texts me, as I write this even now.

I'm nervous, I'm anxious, and I'm excited. Right now, I think that's all i've got.

#this is so long and likely super fucking personal but I desperately needed to articulate my feelings & thoughts / my blog my rules etc etc #the me tag #the Midwest boy

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book-place · 2 years ago

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Arcade

Warnings: various marvel movie spoilers, cursing, weapons, war, violence, mentions of death and torture, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Avengers x reader platonic, Steve Rogers x reader platonic, Bucky Barnes x reader platonic

Request: Steve x Bucky platonic inspired by this song?? Listened to this while drawing bucky to get into the ✨️zone✨️ and cuz bucky has a very traumatic past in general. U can ignore this request if you want lol. Sorry, just wanted to add another note for the steve x bucky request Its love beyween friends… And make it angsty :')

Request by: @popfishjr

*not my gif*

Summary: There never seemed to be a down moment in your life, but your best friends always made it easier

A/N: Welcome to book place’s one year event!!

Inspired by: Arcade by Duncan Laurence

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

A broken heart is all that’s left

You looked up to the sky, closing your eyes briefly at the blinding sun beaming down at you against the completely blue sky.

Taking a deep breath, you slowly turned your head back to face forward and blinked a couple of times just to make sure that no tears were resting in your eyes, waiting for the moment they could spring free and run down your face.

Before you could lose whatever strength you had been able to muster, you pushed open the diner door before you, and took a step in, eyes already scanning for the duo you were supposed to meet.

It didn’t even take a few seconds before they were waving you down dramatically. But you supposed you couldn’t expect anything less from your best friends.

Ever since the three of you met at the young age of six in school, you had all been attached at the hips and thick as thieves. Bucky and Steve were quick to become like the brothers you never had as the years passed on.

Only Bucky wore a large grin between the three of you, both you and Steve sitting in the booth solemnly, “Oh, come on, guys,” He complained playfully, “Lighten up! I’ll be back before you know it.”

He made it sound so easy. As if he wasn’t going to war with the uncertainty of return. This could very well be the last time you ever saw him.

“Seriously, guys,” The slight urgency in his voice made both of you look up. His smile had dimmed a bit and his eyes were begging, “Let’s not make today like that.”

Taking a deep breath, you decided to put a brave face on. If not for him, then for Steve.

“You know what,” You plastered a smile on your face, “You’re right, Buck, let’s enjoy today, but we’ll make sure to have an even better time when you get back.”

Though all three of you knew that it pained you to say such words and that there was more hesitation than sincerity behind them, Bucky's smile softened anyway and he looked upon you with appreciation.

As if it was his cue, the man dove right into a story about what had happened to him at the supermarket earlier, as if nothing was about to change. As if it was just another day with his two best friends.

The heaviness that hung in the air all around the three of you said otherwise.

You each ordered your usuals, chatting away with painted masks and heavy hearts for about two hours before Bucky finally rose from his side of the booth.

The uniform he wore fit him in a way that made you aware of the fact that it was specifically designed for him and him alone, and though you knew that it was supposed to make you proud, it only brought a lump to your throat, making it hard for you to swallow.

“Well, I’m off,” For the first time since the beginning of your meal, his grin faltered and eyes became less bright and lively.

It was safe to say that you couldn’t help yourself when you lept from your seat and threw your arms around his neck, drawing him in for a long hug, to which he gingerly wrapped his own arms around your waist in return.

“You know,” Steve cleared his throat, “I should be going there with you.”

You shook your head stubbornly, pulling back and refusing to acknowledge the tears that had long since formed in your eyes, “Don’t be talking like that, Steve,” You scolded, “I already have one of my boys being shipped off, I don’t need another.”

Bucky cracked a smile, walking over and throwing an arm around Steve’s shoulder as you all exited the diner, “She’s right you know,” The playful glint was back in his eyes, “Someone’s gotta watch out for her.”

He threw you a wink over his shoulder that let you know that you were really the one needing to look after the blond. You let out a laugh despite yourself.

Steve laughed too, pushing against his side slightly, “Jerk,” He teased.

“Punk,” Bucky shot back.

“Idiots,” You shook your head affectionately.

All three of you came to a stop as soon as you got onto the sidewalk, Bucky slowly removed his arm from the other man, and stood in silence for a moment.

“Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.” He joked playfully.

“How can we?” You shot back with a small grin.

“You’re taking all the stupid with you.” Steve finished, a look you couldn’t quite place shining in his eyes.

“I’ll see you all soon, alright?” Bucky said softly after a moment.

You and Steve didn’t have the energy to even say anything as he gave you one last smile and turned on his heel and rounded a corner, disappearing from view just in time for a single tear to run down all of your cheeks.

I’m still fixing all the cracks

“I’m telling you, Steve,” You said, eyes flitting back and forth as you nervously played with your sleeve, “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

He looked over at you with a sympathetic smile, reaching over and rubbing your arm soothingly as you walked down the hallway that was flanked with guards, “It’ll be fine, Y/n, I promise.”

The only way he had agreed to come today was if you were allowed to be there, if not to give himself as well as you peace of mind.

With one last hesitant glance at your best friend, you allowed Peggy to lead you up the stairs and into the observation room with the rest of the group who would oversee what would be happening.

Even as everyone settled back into their seats, you sat, stiff as a board on the edge of yours, tapping your foot in front of you in anticipation, ignoring the glares a few people sent your way at the noise.

You paid them no mind though, as you anxiously watched with unblinking eyes as Steve was being prepped to step into the daunting looking machine.

There was a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach that wouldn’t go away as he stepped into it, everything was about to change. Sure, you knew that the moment he told you that he had signed up for this little science project, but things were going to change in a vaster sense. And you couldn’t yet tell if it was a good thing or not.

It took every bit of willpower that you had not to scream down at the scientists and tell them to call everything off just because you had a funny feeling about this.

So, you were forced to sit back and helplessly watch as your best friend- the one that wasn’t at war but so desperately wanted to be- became a weapon of that very war that you never wanted him joining.

You didn’t know at what point you had zoned out, drowning in your own anxieties, but next thing you knew, everyone sprang from their seats with cheers as they looked down through the observation glass.

Instantly, you snapped to attention and couldn’t help the small breath of relief that flowed past your lips as you caught sight of Steve’s face, his mouth slowly opening and closing in deep breaths. But then you caught sight of the height difference, and then the muscles all over his body. He was still Steve, but not the Steve that you had known.

Peggy caught your eye and beamed at the success from down below before catching onto your eager state and inclining her head towards the door to tell you that you could go see him.

Not a second was wasted as you scurried down the stairs, not once slowing until you stood in front of a panting Steve who was just pulling a shirt over his head that a worker had handed to him.

“How are you feeling?” You asked cautiously, eyeing him up and down warily, not sure how you were ever going to get used to his new build.

“Good.” He huffed out before finally looking you in the eyes as a wide smile slowly spread on his face, “I feel really good.”

Lost a couple peices when

You finally pulled away after crashing yourself into Bucky's chest before quickly pulling Steve into a brief hug as well, all of you ignoring the cheers of the soldiers sounding from all around you.

“I’m so glad you’re both alright,” You told them honestly.

Originally, Steve had protested you coming to the camp with him while he went on a rescue mission to save Bucky and his pantaloon, but one glare from you shut him right up.

Bucky reached out and ruffled your hair playfully, “Were you worried about us?” He asked teasingly.

You glared up at him, punching him in the arm, not caring for his jokes about this situation, “You know I was.” You hissed back with narrow eyes.

He winced slightly at the impact but soon found himself laughing, “I’m glad to know that you can pack a punch, puts my mind at ease a bit.” He continued with his teasing.

Steve shook his head softly with a smile at the two of you, but it dropped when he remembered what he and Bucky had decided before coming to visit you.

The two men quickly exchanged a glance that didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“What?” Your eyes narrowed once more, “What is it?”

Bucky sighed, “Listen, doll-“

“We have another mission to go on.” The blond man said.

You blinked at the two of them once, as if expecting them to burst out laughing and tell you that they were just pulling your leg. But they didn’t.

“What are you talking about?” You demanded, “You both just got back.”

“We know, but we need to go.” Steve insisted, but you just shook your head stubbornly.

“No, make someone else go.” You knew you were being selfish, but you didn’t care, not as your eyes began to fill with tears, “I thought I lost you both, I won’t go through that again.”

“We will come back,” Steve was using that determined, heroic voice of his, one he had even before he got the serum injected into him, “I promise you, we will.”

After a moment of silence, which they used to silently beg you with their eyes to understand, you sniffled slightly, “I’ll kill you both if you die on that mission.”

Bucky cracked a smile, chuckling slightly as he took you into his arms for another bone-crushing hug, “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

I carried it, carried it, carried it home

With tear stained cheeks, you trudged through the snow, bringing your coat tighter around yourself as your teeth chattered, waiting for the inevitable feeling of your own tears freezing. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

Steve and Bucky broke their promises, they weren’t coming back.

Bucky had fallen off a train during the first half of the mission and Steve had been stupid enough to drive a floating vehicle into some ice to save lives, no doubt killing him instantly.

When you had been told by some troopers, you had screamed and begged for someone to go with you to check because no one had physically seen Bucky die, so there was still hope. All you were met with were pitying gazes of people who knew this was just your way of avoiding the inevitable knowledge of what had happened.

So, you had made the long journey alone, telling yourself over and over again that Bucky had to be okay, because without him and Steve, you had nothing. But for obvious reasons, you couldn’t begin to look for the blond.

You had long since lost feeling in all of your limbs, and you suddenly came to the horrible realization that even if you found Bucky, you didn’t know if you would have been able to help him get back to camp because you wouldn’t even be able to get yourself back.

“Well, what do we have here?” An accent that you couldn’t quite place shouted over the strong wind, causing your head to whip to the side, but something harshly hit you in the side of the face before your eyes could narrow in on the figure.

The last thing you remembered was two feet coming to a stop in front of you with a limp body laying in the snow a few feet away. Darkness swept you into its cold embrace before you could think of what you saw, though.

I’m afraid of all I am, my mind feels like a foreign land

“-and we found her in an abandoned Hydra building. She was in a cryostasis chamber that had by some miracle been left on. From the looks of things though, no one had been in that building since your time, Cap.”

You slowly came to your senses, the first thing you noticed being a distant voice speaking. Your mind felt foggy and your limbs felt like lead. You couldn’t even open your eyes.

“Have you been able to identify her yet, Fury?” A new voice joined the conversation.

You knew that voice. You knew that voice. You knew that voice. You knew-

“Not yet, but I figured since this was a similar situation to yours that you could take a look. If she ever wakes up then she might recognize you, Cap. Her being from your time and all.”

It took every little bit of strength you had to finally pry your eyes open halfway- the most you could muster the power to do- and you were able to faintly take in the fact that you were in a small bed in an all white room with wires attached to you all over your body. You could just make out two figures standing just out a door with their backs to you. The people that were talking, you realized.

Against your better judgment, your eyes began to slip closed once more, no longer being able to keep them from snapping shut.

The sound of feet shuffling forward reached your ears, before one pair came to a sudden halt and there was a sharp intake of breath.

“What? What is it? Do you know her?” The first voice demanded.

“Y/n,” The second breathed out.

You knew that voice. You knew that voice. You knew that voice. You knew-

Steve.

Somehow, that realization alone had been enough to make your eyes fly open, and though you weren’t able to move anymore of your body, you were now fully awake.

“Hey, hey,” He called gently, rushing over to your side as fast as his legs would take him and he crouched down beside you, “Easy, n/n, easy.”

His devastatingly blue eyes frantically searched over your terror-stricken face as his arms came out and gently rested against the side of the bed that you were laying on.

There had been a faint, steady beeping noise in the background of the conversation before, but now it sped up to an irritatingly loud and fast paced screeching sound.

Then, you realized that not only could you not move your arms from exhaustion, but also because they were strapped with some sort of thick material to the railings that were on the side of the bed.

Any sort of small comfort that had come with you seeing your best friend quickly diminished and you began to flail from side to side, desperately trying to free yourself from the restraints.

“Someone might have to sedate her,” The voice warned from behind Steve.

“No!” He snapped in a way that was so unlike him, that you flinched backwards at his sudden and harsh tone.

Evidently, the sedation wouldn’t even be needed because your brain went into overdrive and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, forcing you to pass out before Steve could try to calm you down once more.

Silence ringing inside my head

“Steve,” You croaked, eyes peeled open slightly and catching a glimpse of the blond man.

His head immediately snapped up from the seat he was hunched over in beside the bed that you were still laying upon, “Y/n,” He breathed out in relief, springing forward and crouching down beside you, gently taking your hand in his.

There was no sign of the man from before and no longer were your arms painfully restrained against the sides of the bed. That alone made you less anxious and panic-filled than before.

“Am I dead?” Your voice couldn’t raise above a scratchy whisper.

Your best friend's eyebrows furrowed, “Why would you think that?”

It took a lot of effort, but slowly, you lifted your shaky hand to cup his cheek and gently rubbed your finger back and forth along his skin, “Because you’re dead.”

Sadly, he removed your hand and took it into his own, squeezing gently, “There’s a lot I need to catch you up on.”

So you sat there silently, grasping onto every word of his story that, coming from anyone else, would have made you laugh incredulously. But this was Steve, and he wasn’t lying, because you now knew he couldn’t lie to you. He had promised during the war that he would come back to you. And he kept that promise.

He told you about waking up from the ice after being thrown years into the future, about the fear and loneliness he felt with it. He told you about the Avengers, how they saved the world. He told you about trying to catch up with the modern times.

You sat there and listened, not once interpreting until he finally took a deep breath and leaned back, done with his story.

It took a few minutes for you to take the entire conversation and everything that came with it in, but when you did, you realized that one crucial thing was missing.

“What about Bucky?”

Your words made the man freeze, “Bucky,” His words were barely above a whisper. It was as if he hadn’t spoken that name in a long time, “Did you not receive the news when you were at camp?”

It took you a minute to remember what he was talking about. But when you did, it all came crashing down on you once again, “I went to go and find him…” You trailed off, eyes glazing over with the memory.

“By yourself?” He asked suddenly, face growing pale when you nodded your head.

“It was cold,” Your voice was distant, you seemed more like a recording than a person, “So, so cold. I knew I should turn back, but I couldn’t. Even if there was the tiniest chance that he was still alive, I had to take it. I had to see for myself. I think I was about to pass out, I didn’t even have any gloves or hat so I surely would’ve died of frostbite. But there was a man…”

“What did he look like?” Steve asked gently, shaking his head back and forth as if to rid himself from the horror the story brought upon him.

“I don’t know.” You whispered, “I was hit with something before I could see.”

“Hydra.” He was certain.

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Hydra? Isn’t that-“

He cut you off with a solemn nod, giving you everything you needed to know.

“What did they want with me?” You asked, terror setting in your gut for the first time since waking up again.

“I don’t know,” He squeezed your hand, “But I promise you, I’ll find out.”

“They didn’t do anything to me, did they?” You remember that even in the 40’s how messed up that organization was.

“As far as we can tell,” Steve glanced over at a futuristic looking machine beside you, “No,”

You sagged against the bed in relief, “That’s good.”

“It is,” He agreed, nodding, “But we should still run a couple more tests. Just to be safe.”

“Hey, Steve?” You asked quietly after a moment.

“Yeah?”

“We lost a lot of time, didn’t we?”

He smiled sadly, “Yeah, we did.”

Please carry me, carry me, carry me home

“You’re telling me that one of the biggest films of all time is about a war that takes place in outer space?” You asked, nestling back into the couch cushions.

Steve chuckled from beside you, “To put it bluntly, yeah.”

The two of you were in what was known as Avengers Compound, where your best friend evidently lived with the other heroes who saved the world.

You had met a couple of them and couldn't complain, they were kind and welcoming enough. It was just hard to adjust to this completely new life, and they seemed to understand that, giving you and Steve space.

It was inevitable that your mouth dropped open as soon as the movie started playing, not believing your own eyes.

“It all looks so real,” You muttered out in awe.

He laughed, “Believe it or not, this isn’t even considered to look good anymore. It’s an ‘old’ movie.”

Your eyebrows flew up in shock, “But the screen is so clear!”

His hands went up in mock surrender, “Take it up with this generation.”

You hummed in return, turning your attention back to the screen, not being able to stop the small frown that made its way onto your face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked gently.

“I miss the movies from the thirties.” You mumbled, cheeks tinting a slight red in embarrassment.

Steve’s face softened and he got up without another word, disappearing around the corner for a minute before coming back with a large stack of something in his arms.

“I missed home a lot when I first got here, too.” He admitted, setting down the items in front of you on the table, “So I found these.”

Your eyes widened when you realized that the little boxes had the names of all your old favorite movies written on them. The movies that you used to make him and Bucky watch non stop with you.

Quickly, he placed one of them inside another box that you had no idea what it did and when he pressed a button, the opening credits for the Wizard of Oz began rolling.

You weren’t able to stop the tears that began to well up in your eyes slightly, “It’s-“ You choked out.

“Your favorite movie of all time,” He finished softly, “I remember.” He was referring to what felt like the hundreds of times you would drag him and Bucky to the cinema when it first came out to watch and rewatch it over and over again. He was pretty sure he saw it so much that he once heard Bucky muttering the entire script in his sleep.

“Thank you,” You whispered as a single tear slipped down your face. Because for some reason, that little reminder of home was all the comfort you needed in that moment.

I've spent all of the love I saved

You flipped the television on with your remote and settled back in your bed, flicking to the news.

With the help of Steve and the rest of his team, you had been able to adjust to your new life pretty quickly and all the technological advances that came with it.

They were all very kind to you once you finally came around and warmed up to them, being able to become closer to each of them in different ways.

Footage of an explosion brought your attention back to the screen and you immediately sprang from the bed when a photo appeared on screen of the suspect of the attack, heart dropping like a lead weight to the bottom of your stomach.

No. It couldn’t be. It wasn’t him.

He was dead. He was dead. He was dead. He was dead. He was-

But he couldn’t be, because there he was. Right in front of your very eyes was a picture of James Barnes. True, he looked way different than when you had last seen him that day at the army camp, but you would recognize him anywhere. Even through the stubble of a beard and the longer hair.

“Hey, n/n,” Steve greeted, knocking lightly on your already open door, “I was wondering-“ He cut himself off when he saw what was on your screen.

“Bucky,” You whispered, before whipping around and turning urgently to Steve, “That’s Bucky! He’s alive, oh god-“

“N/n, n/n,” Steve spoke softly, “Calm down, calm down.”

You stopped yourself short, “Why aren’t you surprised?”

The man grimaced in front of you, “I’ve suspected for a little while.” He admitted guiltily.

You took a recoiling step back as if having been struck in the stomach and your mouth went dry, “Why didn’t you tell me?” Nothing but betrayal filled your features.

“I didn’t want to get your hopes up in case it wasn’t true.” His face was contorted into one of sadness.

“In case it wasn’t-“ You let out an incredulous laugh, turning on your heel and beginning to pace up and down your room with your hands running through your hair.

“N/n…” He let out a small sigh, running a hand down his face, “You have to know where I’m coming from. What if it wasn’t him when I had my suspicions? And then you ended up broken hearted all over again when it wasn’t him.”

That made you pause, “Fine, I get that.” You turned to him with sad eyes, “But you also have to know where I’m coming from, Steve. He isn’t just your best friend, he’s mine as well. I deserved to know as soon as you even had a small thought about it.

“Okay,” He agreed, coming to stand in front of you and gently taking your shoulders, “Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry.”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around him when he pulled you to his chest and rested his chin on the top of your head.

“How is he even still alive?” You mumbled into his shirt.

“I don’t know,” He answered honestly, leaning over and placing a small kiss on your hair, “But we’re going to figure it out. Together. I promise.”

You could barely find it in yourself to smile, worry for Bucky licking in the back of your mind with close to no space for anything else.

We were always a losing game

You didn’t like this. The sight of it alone made your stomach start to do uncomfortable cartwheels over and over again. It was only a matter of time before you threw up.

Somehow, Steve and his friend Sam had been able to track Bucky down, and after his promise to you, he brought you along to where he and Sam had brought him.

He was unconscious, sitting up with his head bent over and some sort of metal arm trapped under a heavy machine so that he couldn’t move. The only sign that he was still alive was the steady rise and fall of his chest. His hair fell in front of his face and was moved slightly with every breath he took.

“What happened?” You asked quietly, and Sam just shook his head softly, gently telling you that it wasn’t best to ask.

It took a painfully slow time, but when he finally came to, you couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath you took and the way your heart stopped for a moment.

Not just once- but twice- you had to come to terms with the fact that Bucky was gone forever, dead. But now, he was sitting right in front of you, very much alive. And you apparently didn’t know how to take it.

Slowly, he began stirring, and you felt all your muscles tense as you watched with wide eyes as his breathing hitched. From the side, Steve turned his head to look at you and gently placed a hand on your back to steady you as you began to sway a little bit on your feet, “Are you alright?” He murmured with eyebrows furrowed in worry.

All you could manage was a slight nod, and Steve was interrupted before he could push you further, “Cap,” Sam called from where he stood a couple feet in front of Bucky with crossed arms, nodding his head towards the man.

He looked different- so, so different than the last time you had seen him, which was briefly on the news after his fight with Steve. His hair was long and he had a small stubble on his chin. His face was worn down, as if he had been through too much for his body to handle. That realization alone made your heart squeeze painfully in your chest.

Bucky's eyes slowly fluttered open and squinted against the harsh and sudden lighting. They quickly adjusted and snapped over to where the three of you stood, “Steve.” He breathed out.

You were hidden slightly by the blond man’s body. He had moved in front of you in case you weren’t yet ready to reveal yourself to the man you had once known as well as you knew yourself. You gratefully took that opportunity to take a deep breath and compose yourself.

“Which Bucky am I talking to?” You knew the coldness in his tone was just fear and reluctance to let the man back in.

He swallowed thickly, eyes flitting down to the ground for a moment before looking back up, “Your moms name was Sarah…” He chuckled slightly, a sound you hadn’t heard from him in many, many years- since right before he was deployed, “You used to wear newspapers in your shoes and Y/n would make fun of you for it.”

Your breath hitched at the sound of your name, Sam tensing up even more at the sound of it as well. As far as you and Steve knew, Bucky didn’t know that you were still alive. As far as you knew, he thought you had died long ago.

That realization automatically made guilt swim in your stomach. You had once thought he was dead as well, and that knowledge nearly killed you. You couldn’t let him go through that too.

Letting loose a shaky breath, you slowly stepped out from behind Steve as he and Sam argued about whether they could trust the man or not and Bucky begged to be told what had happened- what he had done.

You had expected it to take him at least a minute to notice your sudden presence, but you should have known that his now-assassin senses would make his attention snap over to you in an instant.

The other two silenced when they realized that he was staring at you and glanced at one another uneasily.

“Y/n?” The words left his lips like a whisper that was quickly fleeting, like he was afraid that saying your name out loud would make you disappear into the shadows, never to be seen again.

You swallowed, trying to speak, but you couldn’t even open your mouth, it was clamped shut by some invisible force.

“Is she here?” He quickly glanced back to Steve before turning back to you, “Are you really here?”

So he had thought that you were dead. That you had been forced to live out the last years of your life without your best friends.

“She’s here, Buck.” Steve confirmed quietly, eyeing you worriedly.

You could only imagine how you looked. Probably like Bucky did, like you were seeing a ghost.

Suddenly, he shook his head back and forth and jerked his body backwards, “No,” He let out an icy, humorless laugh, “No, she died back in the 70s, I know, I went to check on her.”

Thankfully, Sam took that as his cue to dip out of the room to give the three of you privacy, mumbling something about going to check the perimeter.

Steve gave you a moment to speak for yourself, but when you couldn’t, he continued, “Buck, she was put into a cryostasis chamber by Hydra.”

“No, no,” He continued to shake his head stubbornly, “She-she lived a long and happy life, far away from all of that shit.”

Hesitantly, you willed your body to take a small step forward, “Bucky…” You trailed off and continued to inch closer to the man, who was looking at you like you were just a figment of his imagination, “I-I’m here, you’re here, Steve’s here- we’re all together again.”

Small town boy in a big arcade

After removing Bucky's arm from the machine once deeming it safe enough to do so, Steve slipped out to talk to Sam about what the plan was, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze on the way out.

He and Steve had already been reunited, so he was giving you a minute to have that to yourself as well.

There was a heavy, almost painful silence that fell over the two of you. A silence that, once upon a time, would have been filled with laughter and amusement and void of the uncertainty that hung over you both.

You stood opposite to each other, only a few feet of space in between your bodies.

Swallowing thickly, you finally spoke up, your voice breaking through the tense air, “The first time I thought you were dead wasn’t even when you fell off the train, you know that?” You let out a chuckle, even though it wasn’t at all funny, “From the moment you were shipped out to the army, I suppose I subconsciously thought you were gone. Looking back, I guess it was probably just a coping mechanism so that it wouldn’t hurt as much if you actually didn’t return.” Another painful laugh, “That didn’t work so well, though, did it?”

“Y/n… I-I-“ He tried to speak, but something seemed to finally click into place in that moment within you.

Next thing you knew, you had launched yourself across the room and latched onto him, hooking your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder.

Bucky stumbled back for a moment, arms frozen at his sides, unsure what to do. But as tears began to roll down your cheeks and no doubt stain his shirt, he seemed to come to his senses as well and wrapped his arms tightly around you in return, taking special care with his metal one.

“I missed you, doll,” He sniffed slightly.

You smiled tearfully, tightening your grip around him, “I missed you too, Buck.”

Finally, you had both of your best friends back right by your side, where they belonged.

I got addicted to a losing game

Your eyes shot between Steve and Bucky with a look of suspicion adorning your features, “This seems a little too familiar for my liking.” You commented.

And though the men chuckled a little at your words, all three of you knew the truth behind them.

Because the last time they had stood before you, claiming the need to go on a dangerous mission, neither one of them had returned. And you had no idea if you would be blessed with another chance with them again if that were to happen.

“This time is different, doll,” Bucky quickly glanced at Steve as he spoke.

“We actually need to do this one,” The blond picked up, “This isn’t an optional thing that we just want to do anymore.”

You sighed irritably, crossing your arms over your chest and shifting on your feet, “I know that, but it doesn’t mean I like it.”

“We wouldn’t expect you to,” Bucky had a small grin, a look that you knew he meant to be comforting.

“After this though, we’re done. We’ll be good.” The absolute confidence behind Steve’s voice made you falter, and you softened with a small sigh.

“Alright,” You glared threateningly between the both of them, “But nothing better happen to either of you during this, or I swear to god you will be in for a world of pain.”

“We wouldn’t expect anything less, doll.” They both hugged you tightly.

Tony had been very reluctant to leave you there and you knew it. It wasn’t as if you had been directly involved in anything that went down in Germany, and the man was actually quite fond of you, but at the end of the day, he knew that you would choose Steve and Bucky over anything. And that was seen as a threat to the government.

So you sat in the cell you had been shoved into, one across from Sam, sitting on the floor with your back against the wall and drumming your fingers along the ledge of your door.

A sudden ruckus from beyond the room that your cells were in made everyone in the room's heads snap up and towards the source of the noise.

Quickly, you scampered to your feet, because you knew right away what it was.

Sure enough, the door opened and in walked Steve, everyone’s night and shining armor.

He rushed around the room, unlocking everyone's cells and setting them free before finally getting to yours.

Similar breaths of relief left your lips in sync and you pulled each other in for a hurried hug before pulling away, “Are you alright?” He asked, eyes scanning over your features for any sign of injury.

You smiled reassuringly, “I’m fine, Steve.” You glanced behind his shoulder to where everyone was milling around, “Now let's get the hell out of here.”

“Are you sure about this?” Steve asked as you both strode over to where Bucky sat on a medical table.

“You don’t have to do this, Buck. You know that, right?” You chewed on your bottom lip as you spoke.

He looked up at both of you, “I can't trust my own mind.” His lips pulled into a sad smile, “So until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head, I think going back under the ice is the best thing.” Then he added, “For everybody.”

Though you didn’t agree, nor want him to do it, you still nodded along with Steve, both of you understanding where he was coming from and why he wanted to do this.

You both watched as the Wakandans prepared Bucky for cryostasis and Steve squeezed your hand reassuringly.

As much as you knew that this was what Bucky wanted and thought was best, you still couldn’t bring yourself to look as they put him in the chamber and turned the machine on. Instead, you moved to stare out the window.

“He’s going to be alright, you know,” Steve spoke softly as he came to stand next to you.

“I know,” You sighed, crossing your arms over yourself, “It’s just, after everything, I can’t help but worry.”

“Me too,” He agreed, nodding his head, “But this time, everything is under his terms.” He turned to look at you, “He’ll get the help he needs here.”

You smiled gently at the man, “I hope so.”

All I know

“Steve,” You sobbed as you collapsed into the man’s chest, “What’s happening?” The words were desperate, rushed, and slurred.

“We lost,” The man breathed out, as if he was unable to comprehend his own words.

This wasn’t supposed to happen, there were so many of them against Thanos, some of the strongest in the galaxy. Everyone was supposed to have made it through this battle- Bucky was supposed to have made it. But he along with half of the universe had been ripped out of existence by the mere snap of a finger.

You had watched in complete horror from the Wakandan castle as soldiers and avengers all around you turned into dust and disappeared into the wind.

Of course, you in your panicked mind had immediately forced you to seek your two best friends out, only for one of them to still be standing.

“Bucky, Bucky,” You continued sobbing even harder.

How many times had you gone through this? How many times had you already lost one of your best friends? How many more times were you going to be forced to go through this?

The uncomfortably familiar feeling of your heart being ripped out and torn to shreds before your very eyes settled over you as you desperately clung onto Steve as if he was your only lifeline. Which, at the moment, he was.

“We lost,” He whispered again, holding you closer as tears of his own began to trek like waterfalls down his cheeks, “We lost.”

All I know

Five years. Five whole years before the remaining avengers were finally able to pull together and figure out a way to bring everyone that had been lost back.

It wasn’t easy, but after five of the hardest years of your life, you would have gone to any lengths to ensure that the universe could be whole once more.

A thousand different emotions hit you like a bullet train as you stared with an unbelieving gaze at Bucky, who stood beside Steve.

Both of them, side by side. One having returned from the dead- again.

With the first sob of happiness you had let out in years, you sprinted to close the rest of the distance between you and the man and barreled your body into his, feeling him catch you and hold you close with ease.

Steve smiled tearfully, placing a hand on each of your shoulders before pulling you both in for a group hug.

No time might have passed for Bucky, but for you and Steve, you couldn’t spend another moment away from the man. Not with the knowledge that he had finally returned.

Loving you is a losing game

Steve came to a stop in front of you and Bucky, giving you each a long look full of love for his best friends, “Don’t do anything stupid until I get back.” He joked softly, shifting the case of infinity stones in his hand.

“How can we?” You asked on a second nature you had developed back in the earliest days of your friendship with the boys.

“You’re taking all the stupid with you.” Bucky finished, stuffing his hands into his hoodie pocket as he spoke with a small, fond smile.

Steve smiled and both men immediately stepped forward and hugged each other tightly, and you watched from the sidelines as they did so.

When they pulled away, the blond man turned his attention to you, sadness beginning to cloud his features, “Will you be-“

“I’ll be fine, Steve.” You cut him off with a reassuring smile.

You knew that despite everything you had gone through together since waking up in a completely different time period, he still saw you as the terrified person who had no idea what was going on in the world around her. He still saw his best friend that he felt the need to protect.

But even though you were still and always would be his best friend, you weren’t the same girl that needed protecting anymore. You had time and you finally adjusted to the world around you, growing more and more confident in it- and yourself- by the day.

And it’s not like you would be alone, you would still have Bucky with you.

Just as the man seemed to hesitate once more, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in for a tight hug, Steve automatically reciprocating the gesture.

When you both slowly pulled away, you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, hands releasing his arms and allowing him to step away for what you knew to be the last time.

“I’m gonna miss you, buddy.” There was an undetectable emotion in Buckys voice as he spoke.

“It’s gonna be okay, Buck.” The blue-eyed man reassured him kindly.

“Punk,” The word slipped past Bucky's lips, almost as if he hadn’t meant them to.

“Jerk,” A smile pulled at the corners of Steve’s own lips.

You shook your head back and forth softly, “Idiots.”

Both you and Bucky shifted to stand side by side as Steve walked up onto the platform and got ready to depart to bring all of the infinity stones back to their rightful times.

As Sam and Bruce went over the directions with them, the blond made eye contact with you and Bucky one last time, and you gave him a nod that said a thousand things.

It’s alright. We’ll be fine. You’ve done so much. Go, you deserve your own happiness.

With a small countdown from the Hulk, Steve Rogers disappeared from where he had been standing on the platform, and Bucky moved to wrap his non-metal arm around your shoulder, squeezing it comfortingly.

After five seconds had passed and there was still no sign of Captain America, Sam and Bruce began panicking, but yours and your best friend's eyes knowingly traveled across the field and towards a bench that overlooked a beautiful waterfront.

When the other two avengers realized what was happening, Sam began floating over to where Steve Rogers- now considerably older- sat with his back towards the group. He paused though, glancing at you and Bucky for confirmation, to which you both nodded.

Hanging back to give the two of them some space, you rested your head on Bucky’s shoulder, watching as they interacted, knowing you would never have the chance to do that again with Steve.

“Hey,” Bucky nudged you softly, “We’ll be okay.”

You smiled softly up at him, “I know we will.”

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: smut, attempt at sexting, sexting lessons (sort of), swearing, Otto being a bit of a little shit (he uses a lot of gifs and there are some in here)

AN: Again thank you @illiana-mystery and @writingkitten for this idea! We love ourselves some Otto! Story below the cut.

Pt. 1

Over the next couple of weeks, Otto got better at using the phone. He mainly communicated through gifs, which was both cute and slightly annoying. Like now. When I was asking what he wanted for dinner, but all he would send was pictures of the movie we had watched the night before. I tried calling him out but it didn't change anything. I ran my hands over my face as the stress of the day was getting to me. Then an idea hit me. Slipping my phone under my desk, I scrolled through the photo gallery before finding the picture I was looking for.

(Y/N): behave yourself and this is what you'll get tonight after dinner.

Followed by a selfie where I wasn't wearing a shirt. Even though you couldn't see anything, I knew it would get his attention. I put my phone face down on my desk and continued working. My phone buzzed a few minutes later and I slipped it under my desk again, slightly afraid of what he would send.

Otto: I'll behave.

Otto: Wait. Is that what Peter called sexting? Because if it is I want to do that. Teach me?

I laughed and sent a quick text to Peter, asking him if he really told Otto about sexting. Then I walked Otto through taking nudes and what to say. When it seemed like he had grasped the idea, I asked him for a dick pic. Shoving my phone in my pocket, I made my way to the bathroom. Barely anyone used it at this time and that privacy is what I needed right now. Locking the door, I settled against the sink and waited. Otto's text finally came through and I had to fight my laugh when I opened it. Instead of a dick pic, I got a picture of his leg and our bed spread.

Otto: is this it?

(Y/N): no honey. That's not what I asked for but that's ok.

Otto didn't respond for a while so I figured he was either trying again or was getting frustrated with himself. So I took matters into my own hands.

(Y/N): how about this? Strip down, stand in front of the mirror, and take a picture of yourself. Flo might be able to help you. It should look like this.

And I sent him the last nude I had taken. It hadn't been meant for anyone except me, being one of the days I thought I looked pretty good. Within minutes, Otto responded. But it was more gifs.

Otto: fuck me

(Y/N): Otto please.

Otto:

Otto: seriously. fuck me.

(Y/N): alright. that's it. I'm going back to work. Go play a game or something you dork. <3

Shaking my head, I headed back to my desk. I shoved my phone into my bag and left Otto to his own devices. By the time I clocked out and was headed back home, I had been spammed with gifs. All of them the same as he had sent me earlier in the day. Rolling my eyes as I finally reached the apartment building, I headed up.

"Hey! Lover boy!" I called out as I entered the apartment. Otto emerged from the bedroom, actuators whirling behind him. Moe zoned in on me and immediately wrapped around my arm. I pet him and moved around the living room, putting my belongings away but he wouldn't let go. "Well someone is happy to see me." I teased as I looked over at Otto.

"After that picture, very much so." He teased. I smiled at him and ushered him back into the bedroom. "What are we doing?" Otto tensed up a bit as I pushed him down on the bed. I straddled his waist and went to work on his belt.

"I'm going to teach you how to do this properly or so help me you'll never see another nude picture of me again." I breathed out as I finally got his belt off. I yanked his shirt out of his pants and took it off. His pants soon followed as well as his boxers. Otto was left bare beneath me and I leaned over him to reach his phone, thrown onto my side of the bed. "Now Flo is going to take the pictures."

"Why?" Otto asked, trying to shift himself further up the bed without rubbing against me.

"Because she listens." I deadpanned as I handed Flo the phone. I climbed off Otto and let him position himself as he pleased. "Now all you have to do is sit there. Understand Otto?" He nodded and watched as his actuator hovered next to me, clutching his phone. "Flo, take a picture of Otto. Try to mostly get his dick in the picture. Then one of his face and upper body." Flo bobbed before positioning herself and taking the pictures. She moved back over to me, holding the phone out proudly. I swiped through the pictures and nodded, patting her before pointing back to Otto. "Now Otto, stroke yourself." He blushed bright red and lifted a hand to point his finger at me.

"You said I was learning to sext and take pictures. Nothing about this." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Well if you listen to my words, you'll learn what to type." I climbed on the bed and settled myself over his thighs, taking him in my hand and slowly stroking his length. "Besides, you want me to see all of you don't you?" He shuddered as I rubbed over his tip before gently pushing my hand away. I climbed off him as he continued before Larry pulled his hand away.

"What's the big idea?" He whined to his creation. Flo moved in a gentle circle, rolling her eyes the best she could. Then she moved in to take more pictures.

"Good." I praised as Flo showed me the new ones. "Alright. Off the bed. In front of the mirror." I motioned for Otto to follow me and I stood off to the side. Otto watched me carefully as Flo moved over his shoulder. Moe, Larry, and Harry stayed in the shot but stood away from Otto. "Now Flo if you'd please." Flo took some pictures while Moe moved in to pose Otto. I covered my mouth with my hand, hiding my smile and slight laugh. After a while, Otto started to whine.

"That's enough." He finally broke, reaching out for me. I moved into his grasp and chuckled as his hands started to roam. He leaned over and started to kiss along my neck. "Come on. You're dressed and I'm not." His whine was adorable and I reached up to cup his cheek. Otto turned to kiss my palm and I broke. "This isn't how it works. You know that." I released him and nodded. Otto broke into a wide grin as he started to undress me. As the last of my clothing hit the floor, Otto kissed me forcefully. "Even better than the picture." He moaned. Wrapping his arms around me, the actuators lifted us up and carried us back to the bed.

Otto laid down, forcing me on top. I shifted until he was lined up with my entrance and sank down. Our moans mixed and I slowly started to grind my hips against him. Otto's hands came to rest on my hips and Moe curled around my waist gently. With a nod, Moe started to lift me gently before allowing me to sink back down. I rolled my hips as I sped up, Otto's moans urging me on.

"(Y/N), I can't..." Otto panted. I nodded and sped up as much as Moe would allow me.

"I can't either." With a moan, Otto reached up to cup my cheek.

"I love you." He groaned. I smiled as I forcefully sank back down on him.

"I love...love you too." I ground out. A moment later, we groaned out as our shared climax washed over us. I braced myself on Otto's shoulders, Flo and Harry joining Moe so I wouldn't topple over. Otto held my arms gently, rubbing his thumbs over my muscles as we both came down. Moe gently lifted me off him and allowed me to sink into the bed. "That was a better outcome than I expected." I teased, reaching over to brush Otto's sweaty hair out of his face. He chuckled as he captured my wrist, pulling my hand to his chest instead.

"Isn't that usually the outcome from sexting?" he asked. I nodded.

"Yeah. Either together or separately, depending on where you are and what's going on." I shrugged the best I could as I moved over to hug Otto. "We'll get to that another time." I smiled up at him from my place on his chest.

"Sounds good." Otto breathed out. "What's for dinner?" I laughed as I gently swatted his chest. "What?"

#otto octavius #otto octavius x reader #otto octavius fanfic #otto octavius fanfiction #otto octavius imagine #alfred molina #alfred molina imagine #alfred molina x reader #alfred molina fanfiction #alfred molina fanfic

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jtb1963 · 1 year ago

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Just like the Bremin 4, Alice, Andy a second time, Tegan, the second generation of Nowhere Boys as well as Bates, Peta, and Brooklyn, the people who were taken by the Mega Demon, and literally almost everyone in the entire multiverse after the Entity was defeated, I have returned... Okay that’s dramatic but I thought it was funny.

Anyway, seriously, I’m back. This account and I disappeared for about 5 years and probably many of my followers too. To the people who followed, still follow, or just like my posts sometimes… I’m sorry that this blog became inactive. Here will be an explanation as to why just for the blog itself like a little notice and/or for anyone who cares. If y’all have been here for a long time and have seen my ‘goodbye’ to Nowhere Boys post expect a similar post now but I promise it won’t be as long.

I created this account because I wanted to post about Nowhere Boys theories that I had. It became much more than that. I did post theories but I also made gifs of almost everything, had interacted with people about the show/movie, and posted a lot of news about the show/movie as it came. I also posted about other interests but the majority of posts was for Nowhere Boys.

Then Nowhere Boys ended… and it broke me. Again, I know this is sounding dramatic but… Nowhere Boys was (and still is) so important to me. Only now as the 10th anniversary has come up have I realised that I was grieving for the show, like literal grief. The show was (and again, still is) a big part of my life, so when it ended… it really hurt.

So for me Tumblr was for Nowhere Boys and when the show ended… Tumblr ended. Making things for Tumblr couldn’t be done because thinking about Nowhere Boys made me sad. I couldn’t be on Tumblr because that was where I did things about Nowhere Boys and thinking about it made me sad… I couldn’t even go back and watch the show/movie because I was sad… Like, that’s wild to write. If anybody reading this knows this blog then you’ll know that’s a lot… Like, there was a time where I was watching Nowhere Boys everyday… and for that to go to not watching it for years is a massive thing. But I couldn’t do it. It truly hurt.

But as the 10th anniversary was nearing, I wanted to watch again as a celebration but also to watch again for the first time since it ended… and I did. It was everything. I was back watching the show/movie I love and it was filling a hole in my heart that was waiting to be filled for so long. I was so happy. And with that I realised that my grief had subsided, that even though the show ending still makes me sad I wasn’t consumed with sadness when just thinking about the show anymore.

And with that realisation, I made the plunge back into Tumblr, to my account, to the Nowhere Boys tag. I’m absolutely thrilled to see that the tag is lively still (I know it’s small but that’s what it’s always been, so technically it’s still as lively as it was IMO) and that fans are still here.

So that’s been the journey to this post but I do just have a tiny bit more to say. I know my posting was sporadic in the first place before the dormancy but I do want to say that even though I’m back, even though this blog has risen from the dead, I will only be posting here and there. My life has changed in the last 5 years as I believe everyone’s must have, and with that means my posting has changed too. It won’t be the same amount or consistency but I think that’s fine. Just getting back to posting about Nowhere Boys on Tumblr in any capacity is good. So, if you’ve read this through, I do thank you.

#myblog #nowhereboys #nowhere boys

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awesomewithoutme · 1 year ago

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The best day ever!

Eras Tour movie spoilers under cut!

Yesterday (October 19th) I went to the Eras Tour movie! I dressed up as the Lover album cover, and I wore the ME! that I made.

I was a bit late and I missed most of the previews, but luckily I didn't miss any of the movie.

I was literally the only person in that theater who sang the Lover songs. I expected everyone to at least sing the Cruel Summer bridge, but no. Just me. I'm gonna tell myself it's because everybody just got settled in and nobody wanted to be the first.

Cruel Summer felt like such a huge moment for me, I can't even describe it.

I really loved The Man choreography!

The Fearless era is where everbody went wild! Everybody started singing and dancing, and they all ran to the front of the theater. (I stayed in my seat because my glasses only work far away.) It felt like a party where everybody knew everyone and we all vibed. The energy was so cute. 🥹

Willow was such an experience™️

I didn't remember all the words to Tolerate It. 🫣 the part she was knocking dishes off the table was awesome though.

the whole theater SCREAMED when the Reputation snake showed up!

1, 2, 3, LET'S GO BITCH!

Delicate was as pretty as ever.

Don't Blame Me into Look What You Made Me Do is one of the transitions of all time, except for Getaway Car into Cruel Summer on Spotify. Argue with the wall.

I was a little disappointed that there was only one Speak Now song, but ENCHANTED!!! 🤩 so pretty ahhhh.

The Red era made me so nostalgic. 🤧

22 was super fun, and her giving the 22 hat to a little girl was so cute! Immortalized forever.

Weeeeeee are never ever ever getting back together! So much fun!

I Knew You Were Trouble was super high energy!

All Too Well isn't even one of my top songs, but something about it was so POWERFUL. the Red era itself was some of my best singing, but I did my best during All Too Well. Especially "you said if we had been closer in age maybe it would've been fine, and that made me want to DIE!" I could hear the hurt and emotions in my voice. I think something healed though.

The whole theater was in perfect harmony for Betty!

She was so cute during August!

1989 was the absolute loudest of the whole night. Everyone SCREAMED every lyric, and the vibes didn't drop once. I really liked the 1989 choreography.

Surprise songs! The whole theater loved Our Song! And I cried once we got to You're On Your Own Kid. I don't think I could explain it to anyone. It's my song. I did wait ages to see him there. I did find out that he never cared. My friends from home didn't know what to say. I think something actually healed in my heart when she sang it. (Shockingly I didn't mess up my Lover heart.)

Then I wiped my tears cause LAVENDER HAZE!!! 💜

Everyone was amazingly loud during Anti Hero. It was super fun!

I've seen gifs of Vigilante Shit before, but I've never seen it while hearing it too. Mind blown. 🤯

Bejeweled! I can still say I don't remember! I polish up real nice! I had so much fun screaming "NICE!"

Everything about Mastermind was so pretty!

Karma! Yay!

And Long Live for the credits!

After everybody cleared out, the theater was empty! Me and my mom and sister were the only people in there. It felt poetic to walk around an empty theater.

And I got a bucket and cup to keep!

This was seriously the best night ever. Thank you so much @taylorswift for that experience.

#Taylor Swift #Eras Tour #Eras Tour movie #my thoughts #she speaks!

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hey this is really long and i hope it doesnt come off as creepy but i just wanted to say i really love ur blog (and all ur gifsets!)and it means so much to me🥹im really sick rn and even though ur stuff is all or mostly queue,ill still just find myself seeing a single post from u,smile and cant help but spend hours scrolling, its really helping pass time as i cant study and making my day better,i only recently refound bh6 since it came out around when i turned 8 but its definitely my biggest special interest and ur one of the few blogs that i can say has endlessss and unique content of it be it reblogs or ur own stuff,and by no means am i trying to rebring anything up but i just wanna also say im so proud of and look up to you so much i hope ur doing alright and in a better place,even beside bh6 stuff we have had so many similar experiences and u sharing it just really helps to not feel so alone like bh6 took me out of a lifelong depression among other stuff and made me change my whole life around but its really especially thanks to people like you in/that were in the fandom..i cant really get my words straight but what i mean is thank you..so much..and for just existing!like its silly but ur seriously my favorite blog and u have no idea how much just u keeping this up(and for so long!)has helped me and probably a lot of other people

For starters, I wanna say it's amazing you sent this ask and thank you so much for the sweet words! Even if on anon, I know it can be hard to be open and funerable like this.

It's one of the reasons I try to keep this blog active, even if mostly on queue, because I know how important this movie can be to people, including me, but it's becoming more forgotten by the day (the actual movie, not just Baymax).

I both genuinely wanna share BH6 content and also like the idea of this blog being some sort of archive. I just hope to go back someday and tag my reblogs, so it's properly organized.

I definitely miss giffing BH6 and hope to return to it someday when I have less other stuff going on.

Anyway, I hope you're doing well, Anon!

#big hero 6 #big hero six #bh6 #disney #giffing #anon #ask

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benevolentlibraryghost · 3 months ago

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Medieval Xenomorphs

The author has written a foreword, in which he asks readers not to spoil the story to others. He states that we only have one chance to enjoy a story for the first time. I would like to honor that wish, so I have decided to first discuss my general thoughts before I give spoilers. I have also tried not to create a title for this post that is badly giving away the entire plot - something I normally do.

What I like about this book is that it is a completely different take on the Alien Saga. This story doesn't take place in space or on a futuristic space station. Even though the story is not set in the past, it's setting has many medieval elements.

The book tells the story of the people of Ataegina, a planet afflicted by Xenomorphs. The people call them Demons and try to stay far away from them. They don't have access to firearms or Ripley's iconic flamethrower. Instead, when these people encounter an alien, they choose a whole different approach. Instead of fighting the alien, they grab their 'little friend' and slice their own throat, so their bodies can't be used as hosts for new aliens.

Now, the people of Ataegina don't meet aliens that often. They mostly stay inside the safety of their hold. So-called 'runners' are responsible for taking goods from one hold to another, like medicine or spices.

One of these runners is Ahiliyah Cooper, a 19-year-old badass lady from Lemeth Hold. Her home has the rule for every man to go on 5 mandatory runs before they can take on another role in the hold. Women need to do 10 runs. So they either do this or try to stay pregnant until they turn thirty and don't have to go on runs anymore. Refusing to run is not an option in Lemeth Hold.

Ahiliyah is the leader of a small crew including herself, Creen and Brandun. Creen is small, smart and a bit arrogant. Brandun is tall, strong and tries his best to protect the ones he loves.

These three youngsters come across a way to fight against the aliens. But in order to wipe out the species, they must go find the Alien Queen.

I will discuss my further thoughts (including spoilers) underneath this GIF of a dancing Xenomorph.

During one of their runs, the crew is surprised by an alien. They fight it and manage to kill it. To their surprise, they aren't that badly hurt by the acid blood, because they were protected my caminus leaves. Since Creen is badly traumatised by the event, he gets permission to study these leaves. He eventually creates a poison that makes Xenos die after a few minutes.

The crew wishes to put it to the test, since other holds have been infiltrated by a new type of Xeno that digs its way into the fortress. But they don't get permission, because the Margrave is a powerhungry bitch who doesn't want teenagers to be better than he is. So the crew sneaks out and tests the poison. It works (yay) and they try to sneak back into Lemeth Hold when they see hundreds of refugees from other holds. Ahiliyah figures out Lemeth hold is next on the Aliens hitlist and tries to warn the leaders, but they don't listen.

I see a pattern here with other stories in the Alien universe, especially the Alien movies. Ripley is not taken seriously when she warns others of the Xeno. They believe her when it is too late and the aliens kill everyone. The same happens in the novel. The people who won't listen to Ahiliyah's instructions to fight back are the ones who die. Karma is a bitch.

Now I do have a few minor problems with this book. First of all, everyone has a cool unique name like Sinesh or Tolio, but Ahiliyahs last name is Cooper. Cooper. Bruh. It doesn't match in my opinion.

Second, a big part of her character is that she might not stop after completing her mandatory 10 runs and is not planning on having children. But at the end of the book, this is completely thrown overboard and she settles down with her boyfriend. That felt really random to me.

My final problem is that there are so many minor characters who are named a few times throughout the book and then they become a big deal when the protagonist finds out they died. I would have liked to be reminded who these people were, if only what their occupation was.

But overall, I really enjoyed this book. I was unable to put it away and liked the pace. There are funny moments, sad moments and many powerful moments. There are enough encounters with aliens and they all build up towards the final epic battle.

I also really liked how a male author created a strong female character in a respectful way. The book has some hints of feminism, for example when it is made clear that women are treated unfairly in comparison to men. But the equality is not unrealistic; Ahiliyah isn't able to do everything a male warrior can do, like lifting a heavy shield. Her intelligence and independence aren't equal to great physical strength.

Rating: 4/5 hidey suits

#books #reading #review #alien franchise #aliens #alien phalanx #scott sigler #xenomorph

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First, I have to get this out of the way: I did not sneak the cute barista out from under @geralts-yenn . You get Mike. You get cute-ass, cat-loving, never-takes-a-lap-dance-from-an-ex, seriously adorable dork Mike. I've been patiently waiting for my grumpy!barista ever since I realized Geralt had been bewitched away from me by Sol. So maybe I no longer care about stealing him back because I get my secret-pumpkin-spice king instead.

Now...

I'm not kidding. I've been waiting so long for this moment, I am shocked, shocked I tell you, that I seem to be so bad at stating my purpose.

I cannot tell you how much I love it when writers weave the lore into their stories:

It’s Mike who ends up laughing. “He could do with way more than a double,” he snickers, shooing Walter away from the cash register.

Walter!!! If you were this eager, why didn't you just ask me before! Agh, men, I swear! (this is a joke). I do seriously love banishing all the hetero-normative bs:

And no three-day-wait nonsense, either. He calls you right after his shift ends, and asks you to meet him in two hours.

And yes, as Nina pointed out, thank you for reminding me of my literary liaison with that hunk of undergrad manhood, Geralt. I'm slowly getting over the bar he set so high for anyone coming after him. I think Walter has a decent shot. Especially during sweater weather. It's like his time to shine.

And this, this is so fucking cute! :

“There’s, eh… There’s this woman,” he says softly.

I was not prepared for Walter to be this charming. I mean, yes. He's a looker. And yes, he does his job very well, even if I never notice that perhaps I'm the only one he's been reading so well lately. But this, like, hopeful shyness? Is that what it is? Did he really think I wasn't into it?

Okay, but apparently he can tell now, because we are home and cold, and wet and horny, so let me run my fingers through your beard while you kiss every ounce of doubt away from both of us. And I second everything Nina said about the sweater scene. Truly a character in its own right.

And have I mentioned yet just how smooth this Walter is? :

“My turn to get you out of your soaking wet clothes.” It’s a joke, absolutely, but it’s a gentle one, just like his hands are when he hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties, and he slowly pulls them down.

Where's that gif of the guys in a crowd circling around their friend who is melting in the foreground like he just either saw the hottest thing around or got burned real bad? Insert here please.

I'm not gonna be able to pick out my favorite sex scenes because they are all my favorite sex scenes. Every one of them is perfect and spot on and I am dying at how well I fit with this guy!! Please make him mine. We can open a little coffee bar/bookshop and fuck in the stockroom when business is slow.

Anyway, you charmingly smooth mother-fucker:

“Well, eh…” he mutters as he nuzzles your hair, “there’s this woman…”

I have two questions:

Is Walter off today? Because if it's fall and the sun is coming up, it's well past opening time. I wouldn't want him to lose his job because of me.

Do you think I can convince him to come out to some of the Halloween parties my friends have planned? I wasn't 100% sure I wanted to even go without a date, as much as I love the holiday, but staying in and watching spooky movies alone can be a good night, too. But now I've got this amazing couples costume idea and I can't stop thinking about him wearing the wolf's mask while he rips the cheap white dress off my body (AFTER I've dropped the cape and unlaced the corset - that shit was expensive) leaving me in the fishnets I wore specifically for him even though I knew I'd be freezing all night until he came home with me to warm me up....) ... sorry, what was I saying? Oh yeah, like maybe I even stop by the shop for a final cup of coffee to keep my energy up before I head to the first party and, oh, did I mention they're starting a little early so I had to wear this just-barely-not-obscene costume in because I'm on my way right now. Wanna meet me later at the third, and decidedly more adult-themed party? I have the accompanying mask in my car...

Pumpkin spice

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Pairing: barista!Walter Marshall x librarian!reader

Summary: You finally manage to get a date with the handsome barista from your favorite coffeeshop.

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (f and m receiving), p-in-v sex, hint of a size kink (blink and you miss it), a cheesy (romantic) date, a short appearance of Mike The Idiot TM, awkwardness, a lot of coffee and abuse of a cable knit... I think that's it?

A/N: Another promise made to @deandoesthingstome. I swear this woman is responsible for half the stuff on my masterlist at this point. Credit for the other half goes to @geralts-yenn of course. This time, it was - of course - because I made the mistake of adding one of the - according to her - more attractive Henry-shaped men to the Coffee+Cats universe. Naturally, grumpy coffeeshop manager Walter needed a hug and some good head, and Charlie volunteered, so here we are.

What we're left with is a crazy crossover between the Coffee+Cats AU and the 179th Crescent Street AU, because this is - indeed, for the people who are familiar with Crescent Street - the librarian!reader from After Hours.

@ellethespaceunicorn @peaches1958 @sillyrabbit81 @peyton-warren @summersong69 @mayloma @livisss

The brooding man behind the counter has been getting on your nerves for weeks. His only crime is ‘getting your order right’, which shouldn’t even be all that surprising, because that’s his job – if it weren’t for the fact that he seems to know exactly what it’s going to be before you’ve even opened your mouth to speak.

“What can I do for you today?” He could look less godlike, maybe? Don’t say that. Or he could smell worse? Or that. Or he could not smile in a way that seemed to make the earth stop spinning. Very dramatic, also don’t say that.

“Ehh…” Brilliant. Someone should give you an award for that monologue. Shake it off. “Since when do I have to order for myself?”

Alright, you’ve made him chuckle – God, that’s a delicious sound – and look away. Now what? “I’m sorry,” he says, still avoiding your eyes, “I can’t read you today. But you seem annoyed enough with me to make me want to make whatever you’re going to order lukewarm in case I get it thrown in my face later.”

“That’s too bad,” you say, “I was really hoping to get a recommendation.” Because you only know what you want to order when you’re here for coffee. And you’re not here for coffee. But he doesn’t need to know that.

“Well, why are you getting coffee today?” Son of a bitch! It’s a good thing the shop is slow right now, so you’re not holding anyone up with your… is it flirting? God, let it be flirting! No, definitely not flirting. Or maybe…?

“Maybe it’s not the coffee so much as the company,” you say shyly. Yeah, flirting. Qualitatively very poor flirting, but still. It stays quiet on the other side of the counter for a beat too long, which sends your anxiety through the roof.

“So, how about she has whatever you’re having when you go on your break in about... A minute and a half?” The voice belongs to Mike, the almost annoyingly upbeat barista you’ve seen around countless times. He’s responsible for at least half the college crowd that flocks to this place, because he’s a cutie. A little young, maybe, but he has a nice ass.

“I was going to go with a regular old espresso.” He smiles apologetically.

“You look like you could do with a double.” God, that’s a horrible line.

It’s Mike who ends up laughing. “He could do with way more than a double,” he snickers, shooing Walter away from the cash register. “Get out of here, or I’m getting you both pumpkin spice lattes.”

Walter shudders at the thought. He never struck you as the kind of guy who likes his coffee sweet, and you’re happy you’re right. At least… You think you’re right until you see the little twinkle in Mike’s eyes. Granted, that happens a lot, but never for nothing, and the little wink he throws your way suggests he knows his boss has a secret pumpkin spiced sweet tooth he doesn’t want the world to know about. So you pretend not to notice.

When you’re finally settled at a table, you talk for what feels like forever, your knees touching under the table. You’d expected him to move his leg out of the way when you first bumped into it accidentally, but he didn’t. Then, as your conversation went on, more and more of your legs got mixed up together.

“Walter?” For the love of God, why? “I hate to break up your date, but a whole sorority just walked in and I can’t do this by myself.”

“I’m on my break, Mike,” Walter grumbles in return, clearly not happy about the interruption. That’s a good sign, right?

“Your break, Mr. Manager, sir, ended forty-five minutes ago.” Mike would make a great wingman, if it weren’t for the fact that he seems a little keen to pat himself on the back for his efforts. “Give her your number and come do your job.” With a dramatic sigh, he walks back to where he’s supposed to be.

“I’m really sorry,” Walter says with an apologetic smile on his face. You shrug it off – it really doesn’t matter, he wasn’t even supposed to have spent the better part of the past hour with you – and slide your phone towards him.

A poetry reading in a – different – coffeeshop in town. That’s where he suggests you go. First, any man who is creative enough to come up with something other than ‘a drink’ or ‘dinner’ is worth a shot in your book, but when they’re of the dark, gloomy, burly variety; all the better. And no three-day-wait nonsense, either. He calls you right after his shift ends, and asks you to meet him in two hours.

It's barely a fifteen-minute walk from your apartment, which leaves you with plenty of time to complain quietly to yourself that an hour and forty-five minutes is not enough time to get dressed for a date, while getting dressed for your date. You manage with time to spare – five whole minutes – which you spend pensively checking out your outfit in every imaginable angle in the mirror on your bedroom door. You toy with the hem of the skirt you’re wearing, fondly remembering another time you put it on. You’re not one to kiss and tell, so only a few of your closest friends know the crudest of outlines to the story of your scandalous liaison in the university library – and the long night that followed. Not that you’re particularly happy that those same friends, to this day, still tease you about how you – a grown woman – let yourself get talked into a night in student housing with a guy just about so much younger than you that you really didn’t want to even begin doing the math, but you wouldn’t trade the memories for anything in the whole world.

One look at your watch tells you it was time to go, and with trembling hand you open the door of your apartment. It had been sheer, dumb luck that even got you this place in the first place. It's tiny – just the second floor of a beautiful old townhouse – and narrow, but it has a separate bedroom, which was all you could really wish for with your income, anyway. During this time of year, the street it was on looks like a picture; orange leaves bravely cling to the steadily baring branches of the trees, and litter the ground, making for the perfect autumn scene. The sight also never fails to make you more desperate than usual – even for you – for coffee.

You’ve always enjoyed the fall, including all its necessary trials and tribulations – slippery sidewalks that weren’t quite suited for folks with your level of coordination, the unannounced rain that mercilessly drenched you and your absolutely everything in the early morning so that the sleeves of your coat would be unbearably wet when you put it on later in the afternoon, the cold that had you shivering and covered in goosebumps more often than not, and your toes. Freezing. Always. On that front, living in an old, drafty apartment with less-than-efficient heating isn’t exactly your top choice. Oh well.

The coffeeshop is – as per your calculations – a little less than a fifteen-minute walk away from your place, and you dread being early. Getting there first. Waiting for him. Fortunately, when you round the corner, you see him standing outside. You happily note that he is standing there – again, outside – in nothing but a dark cable-knit sweater, jeans and sturdy shoes that are the most weather-appropriate part of his outfit as far as you’re concerned.

“Hello.” His blue eyes smile down on you, and you barely remember your own damn name. Was he always this tall? This big? This handsome? A nervous smile will have to serve as your answer, because you’re at a complete loss for words. He doesn’t seem to mind.

For a moment, you stand there, simply staring sheepishly into his eyes, until finally a drop of rain falls right on the tip of your nose, pulling you from your trance at once. “We should get inside,” you say softly.

Walter reaches an arm out. “After you,” he says with the same kind smile in his eyes. You pick a table in the corner, settling nicely on the comfortable couch, while Walter grabbed the two of you coffee.

“Pumpkin spice,” you chuckle when he returns with two identical steaming cups. He nods, a playful smile in his eyes, only. “Is Mike the only one who knows your secret?” Your nerves convince you that your shot at playful banter goes wide, until Walter sits down and chuckled.

“There’s, eh… There’s this woman,” he says softly. To your surprise, he doesn’t sit in the chair opposite you, but he joins you on the couch. As the café is filling up, another customer quickly confiscates the chair Walter isn’t using.

“Don’t worry, she won’t tell,” you say, your voice trembling as you briefly consider the possibility that he wasn’t referring to you.

When the reading ends, you linger until the shop closes – which isn’t too long after, but still, you find it comforting in the sense that you’re simply glad Walter doesn’t try to run as soon as he can. Outside, the rain has picked up, and if the autumn air was chilly before, now, it’s downright icy. Despite his lacking a jacket or coat, the cold doesn’t seem to bother Walter, and though the rain clearly does, he offers to walk you home – an offer, mind you, he’s not intent on allowing you to decline.

It would have been obvious to anyone just under half as nervous as you are, but neither of you seem to be in a hurry to get you home, despite the rain, both clearly dragging out the little time you both think is still left to this date. Until you reach your front door, that is, and you both look at each other.

“Do you want to come up for a drink?” Is that your voice? Your invitation? And is that him? Accepting your offer? Apparently it is, because he follows you in when you open the door. The stairs to your floor are almost too narrow for him, and he has to watch his head for that one ridge in the ceiling of the stairwell that you never look out for because you’re small enough to never have it bother you. “This is me,” you say nervously as you open the door and invite him into your place. He seems comically large in your tiny living room, and you barely manage to suppress a chuckle. “Coffee?”

“Please!” he says before he shivers visibly.

“Oh god! I’m so sorry,” you say as you realize – what you consider – your error. “I shouldn’t have… You must be wanting to get home and get out of your wet clothes, I…” A hand on your cheek and the heat that, despite being soaked through and through, radiates off his body cuts you off mid-apology.

“I wouldn’t mind getting out of these clothes,” he says slowly, his voice dark and husky in a way that makes your breath stick in the back of your throat for a moment, “but I don’t see a reason to wait until I get home to do that.” Without waiting for a response, he captures your lips in a scorching hot kiss that almost make you forget that both of you have wandered – slowly – through the pouring rain for nearly fifteen minutes.

Large hands gently tug your coat off your shoulders until a single move of your arms makes it drop to the floor, then they’re at your waist, pulling you closer. His lips are gentle, surprisingly soft, and his beard scratches against your cold skin. When you reach for his face, and your fingers connect with his skin, he inhales sharply.

“Are your hands made of ice?” he mumbles against your lips, his lips pulling away in a grin. He takes your hands away from his face, draping your arms around his neck instead, where you weave your fingers into his messy curls. They’re all but soaked from the rain, and part of you wants to offer him a towel, but another – much bigger – part of you swears it will die if not attached firmly to big, big man. Walter pulls you close, not expecting an answer to his question, and carefully slides his tongue along your bottom lip, begging you to let him in. You do, and you allow yourself to be swept away by the gentle yet thorough way in which his tongue explores your mouth, dances with yours.

With near-greedy impatience, you push him back, towards the door of your bedroom, longing so desperately to feel more of this man than you currently are. ‘Stumble’ is an apt descriptor for the way you cross the threshold into your room. Here, too, he seems almost too large for the space – which is so small that from where he’s standing, he couldn’t fall in any direction without hitting a wall. Your bed covers the whole wall beneath the window, easily taking up half the space, with your wardrobe taking up most of what’s left. You might have fit another bookcase in there, if it weren’t for the fact that you prefer your bathroom door actually closes.

Without thinking, you reach for the hem of his sweater, your fingers purposely lingering on the skin beneath, which – despite being damp from the rain – still radiates heat. Under your touch, his grip on your waist tightens, and his abs twitch. There’s more muscle to him than you’d thought, and you find another pleasant surprise when you rake your fingers over his stomach. So pleasant, in fact, that you can’t suppress a soft chuckle. Nothing says ‘perfect fall hookup’ like a deliciously hairy man. Now, if only that damned – and dampened – sweater would come off, that would be so amazing…

Frustrated groans escape the both of you when the garment puts on more of a fight than any sweater has the right to, and as soon as it’s on the floor, Walter kicks it out of the room for good measure. Your hands eagerly travel the now-exposed skin of his chest and back, making him shiver and moan loudly as you drag a single fingernail softly down his spine. He captures your lips again, stringing you along into the depths of another scorching kiss, fingers working diligently to untuck your sweater from your skirt. A soft growl slips from his throat as he finishes his mission, only to encounter the fabric of the blouse you’re wearing underneath the sweater – you really do get cold easily. This time, he is far less friendly in his approach, pulling almost recklessly at the fabric that finds itself so rudely between your body and his greedy touch.

Your sweater meets a fate similar to his, and your hands make quick work of just enough buttons of your blouse that you can pull the thing over your head while his hands continue their exploration slightly further down, following the soft curve of your ass and pulling you closer to him as he goes. His mouth barely leaves yours – he alternates between using just the right amount of tongue, and nipping at or sucking on your bottom lip. Paired with his obviously horny impatience, it’s nothing short of divine.

You can’t wrap your head around how warm his hands feel on your skin, but the contrast with the chilly air of the room is both staggering and arousing. Not that Walter had thus far been unsuccessful in arousing you – quite the opposite, in fact. His lips move to your neck while his hands roam your back and sides, hesitant to grab more of you. What does he think you’re going to do? Object?

Your hands are already undoing his belt, eager to take the final pieces of wet fabric off him so you can finally seek the solace of your warm bed, and he lets you, kicking off his shoes while you struggle with the buckle. Finally, he takes over, taking care of the tricky metal contraption with one hand while staring directly into your eyes. It’s at that moment that you finally realize what all of this is doing to you…

The arrogant little smirk on his face while he licks his lips doesn’t help – the whole thing sends shivers down your spine and your body answers with a greedy throb between your thighs. You manage to kick your own boots off before Walter mercilessly tackles you to the bed. With a single, swift move, he rolls you both over, pulling you on top of him so you’re straddling his thighs, his hands firmly on your ass, kneading the soft flesh with admirable determination. His face does a poor job of hiding the fact that he likes what he’s feeling.

When you bend over to press your lips to his again, you shriek in surprise as his hand disappears from its newfound playground and lands there again, only a moment later, with a firm smack. He shoots an apologetic look at you as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, and you roll your hips against his by means of a faux-admonishment you’re nowhere near serious about. A man like that can manhandle the ever-loving fuck out of you every damn day. When he groans, your insides turn to jelly. In the heat of everything that’s been happening, you haven’t exactly been paying attention to what this has been doing to him, but that move of your hips makes you instantly aware of the very impressive erection you’re sitting right on top of. Another moan escapes him when you repeat the motion, his hands grabbing your ass tighter – nudging you, urging you to keep moving.

Suddenly, he sits up on the edge of the bed, keeping you in his lap, his hands finally moving underneath the fabric of your skirt. Walter moans again – appreciatively, this time – when his fingers explore the soft lace of your underwear. Then, he chuckles. “For someone who gets cold a lot…”

“Shut up,” you reprimand him before kissing him hard. The line between fun and functional is thin, and it wasn’t that you were expecting to end up in bed with this guy, but you sure as hell were hoping you would, and peeling off tights in the heat of the moment has proven disastrous on many occasions thus far. You shiver when he runs his hands up and down your thighs, lingering just above your knee, where his fingers toy with the hem of your thigh-high socks – an absolute requirement in your marginally successful attempt to not freeze to death – and you feel his cock twitch as he does. He likes them. Good.

Apparently, your smirk is too much for him, because he grabs the backs of your thighs and lifts you like you weigh nothing. Next thing you know, you’re on your back, and Walter hovers over you, diligently seeking out the most sensitive spots on your neck. He kisses a blazing hot trail down your chest, pushing your skirt up until it’s bunched up around your waist. You can almost feel his gaze between your legs, and the way he licks his lips wrings a whimper from your lips. Seconds pass in which you anxiously wait for his reaction – a mocking grin, a victorious chuckle or a vicious smirk filled with pity – but it doesn’t come. Instead, you feel a hand on your thigh, creeping higher until you’re not sure if ‘thigh’ is still an appropriate label. His thumb softly trails the thin fabric between your legs. The smile that appears on his face isn’t mocking, cocky or challenging – it’s peaceful and almost grateful in a way you don’t quite understand.

You’re holding your breath. At first you don’t notice – it really isn’t until his hands slide up your thighs again and you suck in a desperate breath that you realize just how welcome the air is. He pushes your legs apart, settling comfortably between them before using his thumbs to spread your pussy wide. Insecurities plague your brain. You should feel exposed. Insecure. Uncomfortable.

You don’t.

Walter looks up at you with a question in his eyes, and you mouth a breathless answer to his unspoken query. Please. Carefully, he inches closer, until you feel the tickle of the coarse hair on his jaw against the sensitive skin of your thigh. You can see the shiver travel down his spine as he licks a single stripe through your folds, and you moan in unison. Almost immediately, your hand weaves into his hair, pulling his face closer to your center.

He's thorough, relentlessly lapping at your clit while you squirm in his arms, strong hands firmly pressed to the back of your thighs, keeping your legs open for him while he takes his time exploring you, tasting your arousal and learning what works for you. After some time, you notice he settles into a rhythm that might actually work for you, which – as you’re somewhat reluctant to admit, even to yourself – is a rather rare feat. Encouraged by the movement of your hips and the sounds you make, he continues on his mission, and before long your grip on his hair tightens and your squirming gets worse – so much worse, in fact, that he reaches around your thigh to steady your hips against his mouth.

Outside, the rain threatens to turn into a thunderstorm, and if you’d been in any position to notice the weather, you’d have been happy to be inside. As things are, you’re still quite content with your whereabouts, but luckily for completely different reasons. Your back arches off the bed when you come, crying out Walter’s name as you do. With trembling legs, you lay there, your walls pulsing and clenching around nothing. He lets you catch your breath for a moment, his lips never leaving you as he kisses a path up your body again, effortlessly reaching for the clasp of your bra on your back. He doesn’t find it – your favorite just happens to close in the front. Once found, however, that pesky clasp is no match for his capable fingers, and only a moment later you’re shivering as the cold air of your bedroom brushes past your exposed nipples.

He looks at you briefly before latching onto your neck again, gently sucking and biting your skin, making you shiver. One hand finds its way to your chest, fingers digging roughly into the soft flesh, fingers brushing tentatively past your hardening nipple, rolling the sensitive peak between his fingers. You whine, writhing against the sheets, goosebumps erupting over your skin – the result of the electrifying combination of the slightest sheen of sweat meeting cool air. He grins. Chuckles. Then, he bends his head to suck one nipple into his mouth, that capable tongue passing over it, toying with it, sharp teeth grazing sensitive skin, luring cries of pleasure from you in abundance.

Your hands all but scramble for the waistband of his underwear, slipping into the dark boxer briefs without a trace of patience. Fuck. Fingers wrap around – try to, at least – his unapologetically massive cock, images of that one night flashing before your eyes as you give him a few gentle strokes. A trembling exhale tells you your ministrations are appreciated, and you smile, hoping this is only the tip of the iceberg – a hope that is soon confirmed truth when he lets out a loud moan as you run your thumb gingerly over the underside of his cock.

A hand on the back of his neck, pulling softly, is enough to guide him to lie down next to you, and he smiles up at you when you sit on your knees. He’s all too eager to help you get rid of his underwear, and when you take your sweet time taking him in, in all his glory, he almost looks shy.

You start with a light kiss on his lips, then work your way down, fingers trailing the expanse of his chest, dragging slowly through the coarse hair on it, further and further down over his abs until they meet his hips, where they linger to draw teasingly light patterns on his skin. A featherlight touch of your lips to the tip of his cock makes him twitch and groan, and a soft tap on your ass urges you to keep going. You wrap your hand around the base of his cock, and with the tip of your tongue, you circle the head, teasing him until he’s impatiently moaning. His hand hooks around your thigh and pulls you closer – at first you wonder why, but soon after, his fingers run along your slit, searching for your entrance.

He pushes two fingers into your wet core exactly when you swallow as much of his cock as you possibly can, and both of you let out a long moan at the same time. You bob your head up and down his shaft in the same rhythm his fingers pump into you. It’s easy to figure out he likes it sloppy, and you’re happy to oblige. With the delicious symphony of moans and grunts that spill from his lips as an inspiration, you’re enjoying yourself greatly – which makes it all the more disappointing when he pulls his fingers back, a sharp smack on your ass breaking your concentration.

“Come here,” he says huskily, impatiently tugging at your arm.

You straddle his thighs again, reaching for the drawer in your nightstand to grab a condom, and waiting entirely impatiently for him to put it on. Normally, you’re somewhat nervous about being on top, but tonight, you couldn’t care less. You need this man inside of you.

Now.

Walter helps guide the tip of his cock to your entrance, and you slowly lower yourself, screwing your eyes shut at the stretch his incredible girth provides. Nails dig into his shoulder so hard he hisses, and you rest your head on his shoulder, whining pitifully against his skin.

“Easy,” he shushes you, sensing whatever distress you’re feeling, “take your time.” His permission helps; you slow down, and steadily make it all the way down his length. You take a moment to get used to the stretch, gradually relaxing around him. It feels no less full, but definitely increasingly less uncomfortable. Slowly, you begin to move your hips. It’s impossible to keep quiet – luckily, you’re not the only one who can’t seem to hold their tongue. Soft praise is mixed in with the abundance of expletives that come out of Walters mouth. “That’s it.” A personal favorite of yours, especially when he says it – a gravelly snarl through gritted teeth.

You could ride him forever – sure, your thighs will be sore tomorrow, but it’ll all have been worth it. Right? He clearly has other plans, pushing you off him unceremoniously. You’re on your stomach, and you half expect him to turn you around – but he doesn’t. Rough hands drag you to your knees, and – knowing what’s about to happen – you don’t bother raising yourself up on your elbows. They’ll give out in no time, anyway. Walter lines up behind you and sheathes himself to the hilt in one smooth thrust that has you gasping for air. He’s rough and demanding, yet kind and careful, clearly trying not to hurt you. Every thrust wrenches a moan from your lips, and your hand snakes between your legs, fingers drawing tight circles around your clit until you’re teetering right on the edge of bliss. His laughter when you beg him for more, harder, faster is largely obscured by the sound of rolling thunder outside the window. Your orgasm, when it finally does rip through you like an explosion, is theatrically accompanied by an almost unnaturally well-timed lightning strike.

“Dramatic,” Walter notes dryly behind you, his strained voice signaling his stamina knows a limit after all. In a moment of poetic justice, the storm lulls for a moment when Walter’s orgasm forces a sound from him that could be described as many things, but not ‘charming’. When he pulls out, your walls clench against nothing, and you whine softly at the somehow overwhelming emptiness. “Bathroom?” Walter asks, pointing at the other door in your bedroom. You nod, speechless, before collapsing on your bed.

His return marks the start of that awkward hooked-up-on-the-first-date-dance. Stay? Go? Hookup? Date? Yes? No? You sigh your relief when Walter hesitates for the shortest possible moment before crawling under the covers with you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and allowing you to snuggle into his chest.

“Do you mind if I stay?” he asks, a playful edge to his voice. “It’s raining.”

“Is that the only reason you want to stay?” you chuckle. It’s strange. Normally you wouldn’t be so confident he hadn’t been genuine in his remark.

“Well, eh…” he mutters as he nuzzles your hair, “there’s this woman…”

The sun is an unwelcome intruder in your house the next morning, and you do your very best to hide from the rays as long as possible. A new preferred method: burying your face in Walter’s chest. A very nice added bonus to the approach is that it comes with strong arms wrapping around you, pulling you tight. As far as you’re concerned – and you’re well aware that it’s a little soon to say this after one date, but it’s not like you’re planning on proposing today – you’re not letting this man walk, ever again. He didn’t complain when you warmed your icy feet against his legs yesterday, and the only reaction you get out of him when you put your cold hands on his body is a low grumble and an involuntary shiver.

“Morning,” he groans after a while. By now, you’re awake enough to at least make an attempt at playing host.

“Coffee?” you ask – a suggestion that’s met with an approving grunt.

On your way to the kitchen, you come across his discarded and banned-from-the-bedroom sweater – and you make the mistake of stepping on it, shrieking in surprise when the damp fabric touches your already cold foot. Coffee first, you decide.

“I have some bad news,” you say as you enter your bedroom with two cups of coffee in your hands, his sweater dangling from your pinky. “This is still wet.”

“Oh, god, no,” Walter says with a smile, “whatever will we do to pass the time until it dries?”

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mysadcorner · 2 years ago

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May how I request how the Titans act on a snow day with female reader??

Titans React To A Snow Day Headcanons

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Dick Grayson

• Dick's first reaction would be of complete and utter joy once he realises that it's a snow day. He may even be able to take the day off work and have some quality time with you which makes it even better.

• He isn't a big fan of the cold, but he certainly isn't opposed to it. He appreciates the beauty and calmness that comes with the snow even more than the temperature it's accompanied by (so on days like this he may seem even more relaxed than usual).

• Dick loves the look of snow and the effect it has on his surroundings. The glistening trees and buildings all hold a special charm when they're covered in it, and somehow people seem in a festive spirit which lifts his mood and makes him remember the type of people he dedicated his life to helping.

• He doesn’t mind going outside, but he does prefer to stay warm and inside for the majority of the time. Staying warm with you is one of the most ideal ways he could picture a day being spent, so he would never pass it up for anything else.

• Dick would stay warm with a blanket in front of a fireplace, or where there was central heating, and would usually cook a big meal while doing so. Once he’s full and is able to settle down, he’d stay cosy with a movie and a hot drink until it was time for him to finally decide to go to bed.

Jason Todd

• Jason’s first reaction to a snow day would be quite subtle. He would acknowledge it but he wouldn’t make a huge deal out of it since he has other things to get on with, he wouldn’t think a snow day was a bad thing though.

• Jason hates the cold. It seriously affects him, and as soon as he becomes cold he wants nothing more than to become warm again and will do anything in his power to do so (and will even put things off in order to avoid getting cold outside).

• Jason loves the look of snow, it’s peaceful and calming to him because of how graceful snow is. However, he won’t become overly excited by the sight of it, but more so feels at ease that he has the chance to stay in a comfortable atmosphere (especially if it’s during a holiday season).

• Jason would spend a little bit of time outside, but he wouldn’t want to spend too much time in the cold. He’d come back inside after a little bit of fun and warm himself back up while getting ready to relax with you.

• Thick blankets and a lot of pillows are a must while he’s relaxing with you on a snow day. He’d probably have some music on in the background while he’s attempting to make a meal or reading a book, but he doesn’t mind what he’s doing as long as you’re relaxing with him.

Raven

• She would be very glad to see snow because then that means she can relax for a little while, or at least doesn’t have to do as much as she usually has to. She can stay inside and train on her weaknesses, rather than going out and being in danger.

• She isn’t a big fan of simple cold weather, but the snow she loves. There’s something about it that she finds so pretty and beautiful, and it brings a sense of calmness to the atmosphere that she just can’t explain.

• She loves the look of snow, especially because of how calming it is. She’s able to do pretty much nothing and do things like having fun (that she isn’t able to do when she’s busy). Plus she gets more time to spend with those around her.

• She would love to go outside in the snow, just as long as she isn’t forced to do something to tire her out. Snowball fights and snowmen would be a lot of fun, and she takes advantage of this as much as she can before the snow goes away or she gets too cold and needs to go back inside.

• She would want to keep cozy on the night time while the snow falls with the people she cares about around her. Whether this be watching a movie or playing games with her best friends, she won’t mind just as long as she’s having a good time and is able to keep warm during the cold weather.

Garfield Logan

• Garfield adores the snow. It makes him very excited and he’s almost like a child with how happy it makes him. Immediately he’s telling everyone about the snow and trying to encourage them to go out in it with him.

• He’s not a huge fan of the cold, but if he’s facing fun with it then he doesn’t mind cold weather too much. As long as he’s keeping active and having a good time he won’t complain, and can warm himself up pretty easily once he’s back inside again.

• Garfield loves the look of snow because of how beautiful it makes everything seem. It reminds him of simple times filled with joy and al he wants to do is go out and touch it, but at the same time he doesn’t want to ruin the perfect scene that’s been created outside.

• He definitely goes outside, and it’s very hard to stop him. He’s always encouraging competitions and starting snow ball fights before anyone else has thought of doing so, and sometimes he just likes to sit in the snow and play with it, with no real intentions in mind. He just wants to enjoy it while it lasts.

• Keeping warm wouldn’t be too hard for Garfield, but to fit the atmosphere he would like to sit himself in front of a warm fire. He’d probably also sleep a lot easier being bundled up in blankets on the cold nights, since it makes him cozy and he doesn’t get too cold to begin with.

Starfire

• Starfire would be amazed every time she saw the snow, especially if it rarely makes an appearance where she is. No matter how long she’s been used to earth, she can’t deny that it’s something she views as special and deeply enjoys.

• She doesn’t really like the cold itself, but she does like what comes with cold weather such as the pretty snow and how it makes nature look. She especially loves blizzards because it keeps her inside where she can watch but stay safe.

• The look of it is incredible to starfire, especially the way that it shines and sparkles when the light hits it in a very specific way. Although most of the nature it covers may be dead, it gives it a certain charm and definitely makes the world calmer and quieter than it usually is.

• She’d go outside willingly if the weather is calm and the snow has settled, but she definitely wouldn’t if it was heavily snowing or the snow had melted and turned to slush. She doesn’t find it enjoying that way and is actually quite bothersome.

• Keeping warm is pretty easy for starfire, and she’ll always make sure that the people around her are warm too. Also, there are always a lot of blankets and other things to keep herself warm once she’s experienced snow for the first time and realises how cold it can actually get.

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poeticandors · 2 years ago

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Your Touch (Has Me Craving More)

Steve Harrington x F!Reader

Part 5 of the TOUCH series

Summary: It's your birthday and Steve has a few gifts in mind to give you.

WARNINGS: 18+ Content (Minors DNI), sexual language, use of a sex toy, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, cursing

A/N: Sorry for the long wait! But thank you all to those who have waited patiently. I hope you all enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

GIF by @his-name-is-ed

“I can’t believe you’re here working on your birthday,” Robin scoffs, leaning over the counter as you kneel in front of it, stocking up the shelves with snacks and candy.

“It’s fine, not like I had made any plans, anyway,” you shrug, standing up with the empty boxes as you walk to the back room, Robin hot on your trail.

“That’s exactly my point. You should’ve had Steve come in for you. If he was really your best friend, he would’ve done so without hesitation.”

“Steve worked the last four days in a row, and closed three of them, I figured he needed a break.”

The truth was, you did think about calling Steve and asking him to take your shift. The only plans you had to celebrate your birthday was dinner with your family, and then you were going to spend the rest of your night with Steve. He mentioned that he had a gift for you, and it would have seemed fine, except that Steve was very ominous about the gift, and asked that you go to his house again so that he could give it to you.

So, rather than switch shifts, you decided that work would help take over your mind and you wouldn’t be focused on the secret gift that Steve had for you. Except, it made you even more distracted. You weren’t sure if Steve got you an actual gift, or if he was hinting at a different type of gift. One that perhaps involved the both of you naked with your bodies pressed against one another as your lips traced every inch of open skin of his.

You weren’t sure what was going on with you. It was as if Steve had taken over your mind completely– you thought of him constantly over the last few days. The image of him touching and kissing your body was etched into your mind, and the sounds he made when he came all over your hand played on a loop. You wanted to feel and hear more of him– you wouldn’t be truly satisfied until you could actually feel him inside of you.

“Hello? Are you even listening to me?” Robin waves her hand in front of you as you come to.

“Oh– sorry, yes,” you feel the goosebumps trail up your arms as you turn your focus back to Robin. This was slowly starting to become an issue. It was one thing to think about Steve fucking you in the privacy of your bedroom, but now you were thinking about him at work.

“You weren’t, but I’ll ask again. Are you and Steve doing anything for your birthday?”

Almost dropping the box you were carrying, you quickly look over at Robin. “What– me and Steve?”

She knows, you panic internally. Oh, fuck, she knows about us.

“Well, yeah? Don’t you guys normally do something for your birthdays? Like have a movie night or something?”

“Oh… right, yeah,” you clear your throat, setting the empty boxes down to be tossed out later. “He mentioned having a present for me at his house later. I was going to go see him after dinner with my family.”

“I hope he got you something that doesn’t suck.”

Laughing softly, you walk back to the front of the store with Robin. Luckily, since it was the middle of the day, there weren’t any customers at the moment so you typically spent time like this gossiping with Robin.

“I’m sure I’ll like whatever he gets me.”

“Okay, okay. In all seriousness though,” Robin sits on the counter. “When are you going to admit that you like him?”

You freeze, glancing over at her. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Oh, come on,” she scoffs, leaning forward. “Everyone knows you guys have a thing for each other. It’s like, completely obvious.”

“Robin, Steve and I are just friends.”

“No, Steve and I are just friends. Steve and Nancy are just friends. But you and Steve definitely have something different going on. How can you not see that?”

“I– because there isn’t anything going on. We’ve always been friends—“

“I thought you guys stopped talking for a bit? When he was all ‘oh, look at me. I’m King Steve, look at how wonderful my hair is, I can get with any girl I want’,” she mocks, flicking her hair back in what was supposed to be an imitation of Steve.

“Okay, even still. I thought of him as my friend and nothing has changed from before to now even with that small period of time.”

“Except for the way you guys look at each other, and how you guys are always together. Even when you’re not together, you are always talking about one another. Especially the last few days. It’s like all you’ve done is spend time with one another.”

You scoff lightly, placing a hand on your hip. “I— no we haven’t. We’ve seen you too—“

“Oh, no. Don’t you even dare,” she chuckles, jumping off the counter. “You guys have literally only seen me at work.”

“Robin, there is nothing going on between me and Steve. Seriously,” you shake your head.

Before Robin could argue, a group of young pre-teen girls walk inside, and you let out a breath of relief at the interruption. The girls begin talking and giggling loudly, debating on which movie to choose before one finally decides to walk over towards you and Robin.

“I have to rewind some tapes. You take care of this.” You quickly walk off before Robin can say anything else, heading straight towards the back room where a tub of returned VHS tapes sits untouched.

It was a silly thing for Robin to say, wasn’t it? How could she think that there was something going on between you and Steve like that? Sure… you both agreed to be friends with benefits and he has been with you intimately the last few days, but that didn’t mean that you were catching romantic feelings for him, right? It’s not like he was constantly on your mind or that you were eager to see him more and more each passing day.

Except… that he was always on your mind and you did look forward to seeing him each day– it was like your heart would burst the moment you laid eyes on him when he walked in the room. Steve was the only person you could think of to help get you off when you masturbated to the image of him touching and kissing you. Steve could do anything, the smallest thing, and you would find yourself smiling or laughing no matter what.

Of course, you had always wondered what it would be like to date Steve. You wondered if he would look at you the way he did when he was with all the other girls he dated when you were in high school. Would he have shown you off in the same way? How often would he have taken you out on dates?

Sighing, you take the first tape and get to work on rewinding it. You were being ridiculous, fantasizing about that. It wasn’t like it would happen anyways or that Steve had feelings for you. He was your best friend, after all. He only agreed to sleep with you so that you could explore your sexuality and not be a virgin anymore. There weren’t supposed to be any romantic feelings at all during this.

So why were you starting to catch feelings for him?

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You walk up to Steve’s house, looking around to see just his car in the driveway. As you stand in front of the door, you can’t help but hesitate to knock. What gift could he have possibly gotten you that you had to wait all day for? That wasn’t the only reason you didn’t knock, however. Your conversation with Robin stayed in your head the rest of the day until your shift, even through the dinner with your family. You kept trying to convince yourself that all of the constant thoughts about Steve were only because you two have become closer more intimately and that it had nothing to do with romantic feelings.

But when Steve opened up the door, everything that was running through your mind right now was put on hold. Steve stood with his hands on his waist, his usual grin plastered on his face. You liked the way he smiled at you— it was almost as if the smile was only reserved for you.

“There’s the birthday girl,” he steps forward, enveloping you in his arms. The scent of his cologne overtook your sense of smell, and you found yourself wishing he would keep his arms around you. “Happy birthday, babe.”

“Thanks, Stevie,” you smile, pulling back before following him inside.

“Okay, so… I did get you a present,” he states as you both walk up to his room. “But… it’s not something you should probably show anyone else. Also, if you don't want it, I totally understand. I can get you something else but… I just want you to at least see it first.”

Confused, you stay silent as you follow him into his room. You see a box tied up with a bow sitting on his bed, and look over at him. Steve motions to it, stuffing his hands in his pockets before you walk towards his bed. Opening the box, you almost drop it to the ground at the sight of the vibrator surrounded by tissue paper. Your face feels hot all of a sudden, and you quickly set the box on his bed.

“I- uh… Steve?” You look over at him as he steps towards you.

“Okay, I knew you would freak out a bit. But… I mean, it isn’t that intimidating, right?” he shrugs, before reaching into the box and grabbing it.

Obviously you had never used a vibrator, or any other type of sex toy for the matter. So, to you, the vibrator was definitely intimidating. Why Steve bought this for you, you weren’t sure. Steve weighs the vibrator in his hand, and then looks over at you.

“What do you think, sweetheart?”

“I… it’s a thoughtful gift. But, why did you pick a vibrator to give me?”

“I thought that maybe you would want to try a different way of getting yourself off,” he answers nonchalantly, as if it was totally obvious. “This right here will do the trick and make you feel really good.”

There he goes again. As if you weren’t already trying to push down that fuzzy feeling in your chest, Steve has to go and say something like that and cause the feeling to rise once more. All Steve has been wanting to do for you is help you throughout this newfound experience for you. As he has said time and time again, he just wants you to feel good and find ways to explore yourself and your body.

Steve hands the vibrator out to you and you look down at it. It wasn’t too big or heavy, and seemed like the most convenient size to you. You could easily find a place to keep it hidden until you finally moved out of your parent’s house like you had been planning.

“What do you think, babe?”

“Thank you for this,” you smile lightly. “Really, I appreciate the gift. I’m excited to try it.”

Steve nods, and the look on his face tells you that he is relieved and pleased that you didn’t turn down the gift. There’s another look in his eye that you can’t quite place, though you’re sure he has something to say on the matter.

“So…”

“So what?”

“Are you going to try it?”

“What- right now?” You chuckle, bemused. “...You’re not serious, are you?”

“Why not? Now is honestly the perfect time to try it out. That way, you can decide if you truly like it or not.”

Holy shit, Steve really was being serious. You don’t know why this was still surprising to you– you literally saw Steve naked a few days ago and gave him a hand job. Not to mention, he also saw you naked as well. So why were you being so shy again?

“You don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable,” Steve steps forward, pulling you from your thoughts. “I just thought–”

“Okay. I’ll try it now.”

Steve slowly smiles as his eyes shine. “Yeah? You sure?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure. I want to try it now. Here, with you,” you pause. “I mean… not with you, unless you do want to help me with it. Like teach me how to use it.”

It was too late to turn back now. You hoped that you didn’t sound too eager, but at this point you had no reason to be shy with Steve anymore. Plus… the thought of him helping you with using a sex toy made your chest warm. Except, you didn’t want it to seem like he had to help you, despite everything he has been saying.

“But I don’t expect you–”

“You kidding me?” Steve quickly interjects. “Of course I’ll help you. I mean- I made sure it was ready to go for you, after all.”

You want to laugh out how eager Steve suddenly gets, as if he was waiting for you to offer that the moment you opened the gift. He steps towards you, taking the toy, and setting it back on his bed. Exhaling softly, you gaze at Steve, taking in the closeness of him as you feel him place his hand on your hip.

“Can I help you get ready?” He asks, his eyes flicking to your mouth. You glance at his lips as well, taking in the sight of how pink and kissable they looked. All you wanted in that moment was to feel his lips on yours, so you answered him with a kiss.

Steve pulls you closer to him, both hands now on your waist as you press yourself against him. After your first kiss with Steve, you couldn’t stop thinking about how good just doing that had felt. It was so right, and you knew the other guys before that you had kissed could never compare. You grip Steve’s collar, before you feel him walk you back towards his bed, and he pulls back as his fingers graze lower and lower towards the hem of your dress.

“Is this okay?” He breathes out against your mouth. “Can I—“

“Yes,” you pull him back to you, quickly kissing him again.

He wastes no time in returning the kiss, and only moves away to lift your dress up over your head. Steve consumed all of your senses in this moment– his scent was all around you, the taste of him was on your lips, and you relished in the sound of the soft moan he let out as you pressed yourself against him. Your hands lie flat on his chest before you move them down to tug at the bottom of his shirt, and he shakes his head as he breaks the kiss.

“Steve–”

“This is about you, remember?” He gently pushes you back to lie on the mattress.

Steve crawls over you, kissing up along your skin as he makes his way up to your neck. A shiver travels all the way down between your legs as his lips graze against your jaw, and you feel one of his hands come up, just brushing along the side of your breast before it shifts over. He presses his lips to yours once more before he pulls back.

Steve grabs at the waistband of your underwear and begins tugging them off of you and fuck, you don’t know why you’re suddenly feeling shy. It wasn’t as if Steve hadn’t seen you naked already. You open your eyes, watching as he reaches over for the vibrator, and holds it to you.

“I–”

“There are a few settings with this one: a slow, medium, fast, and pulsating vibrations,” he places it in your hand with his moving to cover yours. “I would suggest starting off with the slow one, but that’s totally up to you.”

He kisses you, slow and deep as you grip the toy, and suddenly feel the steady vibrations in your hand. It didn’t seem too much, you felt that you could handle it, and the anticipation was getting the better of you. You could feel how wet you were between your legs already, that was the effect Steve had over you.

Steve shifts to move next to you as you sit up against the pillows slightly, leaning over to kiss your jaw down to your neck as he keeps his hand over yours as you grip the toy. He gently helps you ease it down to your legs, brushing it over your thigh as you breathe shakily.

“You wanna keep going?” Steve murmurs against your skin, his breath hot.

You nod in response, spreading your legs open a little more as Steve moves the toy between your legs. The vibrations tickle against the inside of your thigh as he inches closer and closer to the spot craving to be touched the most. Steve claims your mouth with his once more just before the vibrator presses against your clit.

Gasping against Steve’s mouth, you jump slightly at the feeling of the new sensation. You weren’t sure what to do other than let the toy do the work, but Steve on the other hand continued kissing along your body, keeping his hand over yours to ensure the toy stays in place. Steve trails his kisses up along your neck, and you can’t help the moan that slips out both from him kissing that sweet spot as well as the toy between your legs, bringing a wonderful new feeling.

“How’s that?” He whispers, pulling back to look down at you, his brown eyes blown.

“Good… it feels so good.”

“Want me to turn it up? Or do you want to keep it at the same–”

“More. I want more, Steve,” you all but whine, before pulling him back down to kiss you.

You feel Steve smirk against your lips before there is a small click, and the vibrations quicken between your legs. Your muscles tense, but you keep the toy in place, feeling yourself becoming wetter. Why haven't you gotten one of these toys before now? The pleasure it was bringing you was intoxicating.

But was it the toy, or was it the fact that Steve was here kissing, touching, and helping you bring yourself closer and closer to your impending orgasm? Because you wanted more of Steve– you wanted his lips on every inch of your skin and you wanted his hands touching and squeezing every part of your body.

Movement from Steve stirs you from your thoughts, and you open your eyes to see Steve moving lower and lower down the bed, where he settles to get a direct view of your pussy.

“Steve–”

“I just want to help you out a little more, sweetheart,” he brings one of your legs over his shoulder, putting you both in a more intimate position. Steve grabs your hand that grips the toy and begins guiding it all around your pussy, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.

Moaning loudly, you cover your mouth with your free hand as Steve looks up at you.

“Don’t stop making those pretty noises on my account, beautiful. Let me hear you.”

Steve must’ve changed the setting to the highest it could go to because before you knew it, you were feeling the vibrations curl your toes. You barely register Steve’s soft lips brushing the inside of your thigh and you feel your back begin to arch off the mattress.

“Fuck! Oh my god—“

“That’s it, baby. Fuck— do you realize how hot you look right now? Jesus… I’m so fucking hard just watching you.”

Listening to the words coming out of Steve’s mouth has more cries of pleasure coming out of yours and before you know it, your orgasm hits you hard. You grip the sheet and Steve pushes your legs apart to keep them from squeezing around the toy, feeling his eyes on your exposed pussy.

The toy gets pulled away and you feel your body fall slack against the mattress, exhaustion from the toll of the orgasm washing over you. As you lie there trying to compose yourself, Steve once again begins kissing the inside of your thigh, making his way up. It dawns on you where he inches closer and closer to, and you look down at him.

“Steve, what—“

“I just want to try something with you,” his warm breath fans against your skin. “I think you might like it.”

He kisses much closer to your cunt, and you breathe shakily. Steve wants to go down on you. He watched you come from the vibrator as he held it with you, and now he wants to eat you out. Steve looks up at you, his eyes full of hunger and want that sends your mind spiraling. Has he ever looked at anyone else like that, you wonder.

“If you want me to stop–”

“Don’t. Don’t stop.”

Steve smirks, before he surges up and kisses you deeply. Grabbing his face, you return the eagerness of the kiss as you pull him over you. He pulls away only to begin trailing soft kisses along your jaw, moving to your neck down towards your chest. Your bra was still on, so Steve takes it upon himself to reach behind you to unclasp it before he throws it to the ground with the rest of your clothes. He takes one of your breasts in his hand, while the other he begins to kiss tenderly, flicking his tongue over your nipple.

You can’t think of a better feeling than Steve’s body pressed against yours and his hands and mouth caressing you. He gives attention to both of your breasts, moving over to kiss the other while switching over to squeeze the former. Steve begins trailing kisses down the middle of your torso until he settles back between your legs.

He pushes your legs apart, then stares down at your pussy like it’s the best gift he’s received. His silence unnerves you for a moment, but it washes away the moment he licks his lips before delving in.

“Ohhh, fuck,” your mouth falls open as your head tilts back. Steve circles his tongue around your cunt slowly, teasingly as his fingers press into your thighs.

“Holy shit, babe,” Steve pulls away, only to press a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “You taste so fucking sweet.”

Steve moves his mouth back over you, his tongue flat as he licks up your entire pussy. Steve’s mouth feels so fucking good— you think it feels even better than the toy. He moves his tongue expertly, lightly kissing and sucking everywhere he can.

You roll your hips against his mouth as he hums, and you look down at him only to find that he is watching you closely. Your eyes lock for a moment, the gesture so intimate it has your heart racing. What was going on in his mind right now? Was he as turned on as you were at the moment?

His tongue rolls against your clit as you shiver, moaning as you let your head fall back once more. Steve’s hand squeezes your thigh, and you feel it move towards your center as he slowly pushes a finger inside of you. Gripping the sheets, you take in the pleasure of both his finger and mouth as soft cries release from you. Steve focuses entirely on your clit, sucking and licking at it while his finger works inside you before he adds a second one.

“Fuck, Steve… don’t stop,” you mewl as he begins curling his fingers.

“That good, huh?” He chuckles deeply, teasingly as he pulls back slightly, still pumping his fingers as you nod. Steve brings his mouth back to your clit, continuing the movements of his tongue from before as you bask in the pleasure again.

Your arousal was at an all time high, and you knew that Steve was close to bringing you to your second orgasm. It starts to build up, slowly pooling inside you as Steve moves his fingers and licks at you. He moves his tongue and fingers just right, and you find yourself reaching down to gather a fistful of his hair.

Steve moans against you, moving closer as he eagerly works his mouth over your clit. You pull tighter as you lose yourself to Steve’s touch, rolling your hips for more of that amazing sensation.

“Oh, fuck– Steve, I’m gonna–”

“Go on, beautiful. Come all over my mouth,” he murmurs against you, curling his fingers to hit that spot you’ve been craving since he started.

With the wonderful rhythm of Steve’s fingers, his tongue, and the movement of your hips all meeting together at once, you begin to feel the music rattle along your spine as your orgasm releases. A symphony of moans and cries of Steve’s name over and over again fill the room as your back arches up off the mattress. When it all comes to an end, you find yourself exhausted as you fall back against the bed, your chest rising and falling as you pant.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” Steve slowly pulls his fingers back, and gives one last lick to your sensitive pussy, a jolt shooting through you.

“Sorry, just couldn’t resist,” he chuckles deeply, shifting on the bed.

You look up at him, your vision coming together as Steve becomes clear. You take in the sight of him, his hair a mess from you grabbing onto it, his cheeks slightly pink, and the shine on his lips from your wetness. His gaze was soft as he looked down at you with such a fondness that caused the fluttering in your chest to quicken.

He was beautiful.

“Are you doing okay, honey?” He asks, pulling you back from your stray thoughts as you blink.

“Yeah– yep,” you nod, quickly looking away. “Sorry, I'm still trying to settle myself I guess.”

It soon dawns on you that you were the only one not wearing clothes, and you bring your arms over your chest to cover yourself as best you could. Steve takes notice, and shifts so he can bring the blanket over you.

“Thanks,” you smile slightly, pulling the blanket up to your chest as Steve sits against his head board.

“How do you feel?” He asks, his arm brushing against yours. You wish that you could feel his touch again like before– his hands roaming and squeezing along your body while his lips brushed against your skin.

“Good– great. I feel amazing,” you look over at him. “I don’t know why, but I feel really exhausted from that.”

“Yeah, well, I did a pretty good job, didn’t I?” He grins, laughing when you take his spare pillow and smack him with it.

“I’m pretty sure the vibrator made me come harder than you,” you tease. Though, it was a lie.

Steve looks at you like he knows it’s a lie, too. He gives a smug look as he reaches over to grab the vibrator and set it on his bedside table before settling next to you. The two of you sit in a comfortable, familiar silence– one that didn’t make you feel awkward about feeling naked sitting next to your best friend.

The best friend who just helped you come from both a vibrator and his mouth.

Glancing down, you see the slight bulge pressing against his jeans. “...Do you want me to–”

“No, no. You don’t have to do anything,” he waves you off. “It’s your day today, sweetheart.”

You nod, slightly disappointed at the comment. While it was nice of Steve, you wanted him to feel good as well. Even if you didn’t know much yet, you were willing to try.

“Do you want to stay?” He asks, looking down at you.

“Oh, um… should I?”

“Why not? You’ve stayed the night before plenty of times.” He shrugs. “Plus, it’s late and I don’t want you driving at this time of night. What kind of gentleman would I be if I just let you drive off this late?”

You smile slightly because you knew he was right. You don’t even know why you asked that, you knew Steve was more than comfortable with you staying with him overnight. But this felt different. You never wanted to be around Steve as much as you have as of late. Sure, you did enjoy his company, but now… this was different. You looked forward to spending your time with him at work and outside of work. You longed for him to glance at you when he wasn’t looking, and you ached to be touched by him.

Maybe Robin was right… Maybe there was something between you and Steve.

But did Steve feel the same way? What if you decided to admit how you felt about him and he didn’t feel the same? You couldn’t bear the humiliation and losing your best friend all in one moment.

“So? Are you going to stay? I even have some of your clothes left over still,” he grins, and you’re sure it’s from the memory of the last time you slept in his bed next to him.

Pondering for a moment, you finally cave and nod as Steve gets out of his bed and walks towards his dresser. He takes his shirt off as well, tossing it to his laundry bin as you stare at the muscles of his back, shoulders, and arms. You always thought Steve looked fit, but seeing him like this, just the two of you alone and in his room…

“Here you go. They’re clean, don’t worry,” Steve walks back, holding the clothes back to you.

“Thanks.”

You take the clothes from him as you sit up and the blanket falls from your chest. Your eyes meet Steve’s, and for a moment neither of you say anything. Steve’s eyes slowly trail down to your breasts, staring for a moment and you think he is going to say something before he clears his throat, and looks away.

Disappointed, you slowly pull your shirt and shorts on while Steve pushes his pants off. Once you get settled you move over to let Steve climb in after he turns his light off, lifting the blanket over you both. The two of you lie down, facing one another as you stare quietly. Steve leaves a comfortable space in between you both as he always does, but something deep inside of you wishes he would fill that space by moving closer to you.

“Comfortable?” He asks. The moonlight shining through the slits in his blinds helps you get a glimpse of the soft look on his face as he stares at you. You want to lean over and kiss him, but instead stay in place.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you pull the blanket up under your chin.

“Good,” Steve pauses, as if to say something more, and you hope it’s something along the lines of him asking to move closer to you because you were craving his touch once more.

But he doesn’t.

“Night, babe. Happy birthday again.”

“...Night, Steve. Thank you for your gifts.”

He chuckles softly, before he shifts under the blanket and after a moment you hear his breathing settle in a soft pattern. So many thoughts and images of Steve from earlier flood your mind that you find it hard to sleep at first. Rolling over, you hug Steve’s pillow and take in his scent, and feel yourself beginning to settle in a deep sleep that was sure to be filled with dreams of the two of you.

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Three: Take Me Back To The Day We Met

Peter Parker x Reader series

Summary: Everybody forgot who Peter Parker was. All his world tunerd grey until he met you and you started dating. It could have been perfect if it wasn't for the fact that MJ comes back and, surprise! She remembers EVERYTHING.

Warnings: Pure Angst!, mentions of cheating, swearing, descriptions of sex +18, fluff!

w/c: 3k

a/n: Enjoy this chapter! As always, coments, reblogs and likes are completely appreaciated. Thank you so much for all the love and support this series is having. I will be forever grateful! Thank you for staying 'til the end ❤️. Gif not mine.

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Peter felt his heart sink in his chest and could blame no one but himself.

There you were, laughing with Austin at something trivial he had said. You had only gone on one date. You told yourself that you should move on and get on with your life just as you thought Peter had gotten on with his.

But that wasn't true because Peter was standing there holding back tears and the roses he had bought you behind his back.

He had set it all up, flowers, invite you, dinner, apologies, tell you the whole truth, promise ring, hug, kiss, happy again. Everything exactly in that order and without skipping a step.

However, Peter had overlooked one small detail. You guys had broken up almost two months ago and that made you free to date someone else.

Even more so if that someone was as cute smart and kind as Austin.

Austin was the exact opposite of Peter. Tall, blond, thin, blue-eyed, bad at science but very good at history. That explained why he was studying literature. Austin loved the attention, going out to parties (though not too much drinking) and spending time with his many, many friends.

Peter... Peter was totally different from that.

Probably for that reason you had agreed to go out with him. Because he was different from Parker and you didn't want to go through the same thing. He had already made you suffer enough.

Spiderman followed you on several of your dates. 3 to be exact. He wanted to make sure Austin didn't get smart with you and that you were healthy. Although it was probably also out of pure morbid curiosity. Peter felt a thousand knives go through his heart when he saw him kiss you and yet he didn't take his eyes off you for a second.

His mind wandered and he imagined himself in Austin's place and it was then that he resigned himself. He had lost you. He had lost you through his own fault and you weren't coming back.

That day Spiderman stopped following you and you wished he had continued to do so because Austin was starting to turn a little dark.

One night, you were in your bedroom watching a movie when Austin started kissing your neck. That was fine with you. What wasn't fine was that he slipped his hand under your skirt and between your legs and you weren't ready for that.

"Austin, I'm sorry. I'm not ready for this yet" you pulled his hand away.

"Please, y/n. We've been dating for two weeks, do you want to make me wait any longer?" The blond asked and moved his hand back up between your legs.

Peter would never have done that.

"Austin, seriously. Please stop" you pushed his hand away and sat down. You were not at all comfortable right now.

"God..." he swallowed deeply and then exhaled. "Can we at least do something oral? Seeing you wear that skirt has given me a huge hard-on. I need your help."

Peter had already seen you in that skirt and had only said it matched the color of your eyes.

"I'm not going to do anything. I don't feel comfortable and I'm not going to do it" you said firmly. You feared his reaction but you weren't going to give in to something you didn't want to do.

"Then I'll have to find someone to fix what you caused?" he stood up and took your arm. "A little unfair, don't you think?"

You wanted to scream. You wanted to spit at him. You wanted to tell him you were going to finish him off but you'd seen too many documentaries on female homicide to act any better than that.

"Austin, I'm on my period and I ate tuna in the morning so if you don't want your penis bloody or smelling like a fish fry we'd better save it for another day." You looked at him and he just nodded.

It was the best you could say... you weren't very proud but at least you could get out of that room in one piece. The documentaries had taught you that you don't tell a man you're going to leave him and take the kids. You just disappear the next day without a trace.

Obviously you weren't married and you didn't have children. But you weren't going to give him any more reason to get upset in front of you and earn an aggressive action from him. If he could run his hand up your legs without your permission, he could certainly do other things and you weren't going to stick around to find out.

You broke up with him by text message and talked to some of your friends, teachers and the principal. If Austin ever went crazy and did something to you, everyone would already know it was him because you had told them.

This news reached Peter's ears. Now he knew what Austin had done to you and his blood boiled like lava in an active volcano. Parker decided to take revenge. He didn't beat him, he was too good for that, but he did make him take off all his clothes except his underwear and threw two spider webs into his hands to stick him to the campus pole. It took several hours for the web to dissolve and by then everyone had seen him apologize to you in public, because it was part of the plan. Obviously you knew this was Peter made.

Parker still cared about you. You didn't know how that made you feel...it was like something about him drew you to him and your heart always ended up going back to him.

Peter had it in mind to use this to get you to come back to him or to at least listen to what he has to say.

Parker decided to start small. He knew he couldn't just walk up and ask you out after what he had done so he took it slow.

The first thing he did was leave you a note over a pizza box outside your bedroom that said: Thursday is pizza night.

When you saw the note you couldn't help but smile slightly. Too bad he wasn't around to observe your reaction.

The next thing was to leave you a stuffed dog stuck to the window with his web. The note said "No dogs allowed on campus but I know how much you want one. It's the best I can do... For now."

Your heart went out to him. If Peter was trying to get you to forgive him...he was succeeding in a small way.

Although, it still hurt that 1. he betrayed you like that and 2. it took him so long to try to fix it. However, it was you who asked him for time and space. So you were just mad and hurt.

But you had the right to feel whatever you wanted. He lied to you. He hurt you. Your feelings and reactions are yours and yours alone. You had learned that you shouldn't keep them to yourself. In part, Peter was the one who helped you to be more open emotionally...

The last of his moves was a small box with a note taped to it that read. "Sorry, can we talk?" And inside the box was the key to his apartment.

With this Peter wanted to tell you: I'm not with MJ because I didn't give her the key.

That's exactly what you thought. But it's never good to have false expectations so you took it as calmly as possible. Under the keys was another note that read. "7 pm. My apartment. Please."

You were going to go. But you wanted it to be a last minute surprise for him. If you were nervous, Peter was six times as nervous.

His spidey senses were driving him crazy. He was pacing back and forth all over his apartment as he counted the candles (artificial because we don't want fire accidents), dinner in the oven...lasagna. The only thing he had learned to cook from his Aunt May and nobperfectly because the cheese was a little browner than it should be.

The music, his favorite songs on a playlist and some of his own choice that repeated the word "I'm sorry" a lot, the message was explicit and implicit. Peter was sorry and wanted to make amends more than anything else in the world.

Parker was about to go crazy. He even hung upside down from the ceiling trying to calm his nerves. You were 16 minutes and 37 seconds late (not that Peter was counting) but you arrived and he was more than relieved.

He opened the door and there you were. Wearing that cute skirt again. Autin had ruined it for you, yes. But nothing Peter's smile at seeing you in it couldn't fix.

"You came" he looks at you like you're not real. Like you were a product of the blood pooling in his head after hanging from the ceiling.

"I'm sorry. I'm late... Anya needed help with the hem of her dress and it was torn so it was tedious to get it fixed" you bite your lip. If your heart is going fast you know hers is going with propellant.

"It's okay" he quickly replies. "It doesn't matter" he smiles that smile you missed so much. "The important thing is that you're here now."

"I think so..." you nod slightly and bite your lip walking into his apartment.

You inhale deeply and there's that signature smell of his home. It's an indescribable scent that every home has and you missed that smell so much...

"Did you like my gifts?" he asks hoping to hear the answer.

"It was nice... I didn't think you still remembered I wanted a dog" you fold your arms. You're here to talk. But you're still hurting and you were never good at being a hypocrite pretending everything is okay when it's not.

"I pay attention to you. I have always done" walks over to the dining room table and pulls the chair over to sit you down. "I made lasagna...the cheese is a little burnt so we can order food if you don't want to eat it or I can-"

"Peter" you stop him before he talks too much and smile. "It's okay... I like the golden cheese on the lasagna." You sit down and thank him as he pulls your chair into the dining room.

"Okay..." he inhales deeply and takes the lasagna out of the oven which wasn't on but, he kept it in there so it wouldn't get cold. "Water, right?" He asks as he places your lasagna in front of you.

"That's right" you watch the water fill your glass and then him sit down across from you. "You wanted to talk?" You blurt out once you both start eating.

"Yes...I did. I wanted to apologize for everything" he sighs and looks down at his fork after taking a big bite. "What I said about MJ last time didn't-."

"You don't have to explain that to me." You interrupt him.

"Please let me finish..." he looks at you pleadingly. "I want to explain to you why my choice of words wasn't the best and made you think I had called you because MJ couldn't and that's not true." He denies. "I didn't call MJ because I didn't want to call her. I called you because you're the one I wanted around, I want around." He clarifies.

"I see..." you take a sip of water. You know how hard it is for him to express himself in a good way.

"About what happened at the fair..." he sighs heavily remembering it. He hated himself for what he had done. "I got carried away with my emotions. I regret that every day and it will never happen again. I will never put you through that again if you decide to give me a chance."

"Why did it take you so long to ask her? Couldn't you decide between me and her?" You raise an eyebrow.

"No. I chose you. It took me so long to tell you because you'd asked me for some time and.... then I saw you with that asshole Austin." Her jaw tenses. "He's a jerk. And if it wasn't for my mistake we never would have broken up and you never would have dated that monster."

"You can't blame yourself for that. It was my decision to be with him" you close your eyes for a moment. "Thanks, by the way. Friendly neighbor spiderman came to the rescue." You smile and your eyes meet his.

"I couldn't sit still" he shrugs.

"And I'm glad you didn't" you move your hand across the table and take his.

"I...I'm really sorry for everything, y/n" his voice cracks. "Absolutely for everything and I miss you and I love you and I need you. Please..."

"So... to clarify..." you pause. "You and MJ didn't get back together?"

"No," Peter denies flatly. "We never kissed again or tried to go out as anything more than friends. That kiss was a mistake. Our relationship ended then, we moved on with our lives and I found you. The only good thing that has happened to me in so long...please don't tell me I blew it."

"Peter..." you sigh "it's true that you hurt me like I never thought you would but... there's also more to this story like the fact that you guys never had closure because of the multiverse" you laugh lightly thinking about how crazy that just sounded.

"Does that mean you don't want to get back together with me?" he asks in a low tone of voice.

"No, Peter" you sigh. "I do want to get back together with you" you look him in the eye. "But if something like this happens again I promise you that will be it. No more chances, okay?"

"Wait wait wait wait" peter gets up like a bolt of lightning and runs to his room to get the promise rings. He comes back with you and opens the little box so you can see it. "They're promise rings. I'll never put you through anything like this again, I swear."

You nod with a smile and Peter places the ring on your finger.

"You don't know how happy you've made me" he helps you up from the table and takes your cheeks to kiss you. "I love you, I love you, I love you..." he repeats over and over as he leaves kisses all over your face.

"I love you too, Peter" you laugh lightly and grab him by the collar of his shirt to kiss him deeply.

It's a needy kiss, so in the blink of an eye you're already on his bed as he kisses your neck.

"We can stop if you'd rather go slow" he pauses to watch your eyes.

"Are you kidding me? Peter, I need you" you moan and kiss him again.

Peter smiles and his hand goes up the inside of your skirt. Peter looks at you and asks if you agree before his hand lands on your underwear.

That's your Peter, the man you love more than anything in the world. A man who respects you, values you and makes you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

As his cock slips in and out of you, you try to maintain eye contact. His face of concentration mixed with pleasure as he feels your walls squeezing him just as only you know how is the most precious thing to look at.

"Is that okay?" He increases his speed a little and holds your hips.

"Harder, please," you beg. You arch your back to give him a better angle and pull on his hair.

"Fuck, princess... you're going to be the death to me" his hands intertwine with yours and he penetrates you deeper keeping up the pace. His Spider-Man skills make him last longer and tire less. Which you are infinitely grateful for.

When you both finish. Peter helps you clean yourself gently and lies down next to you extending his arm for you to lay your head on his chest. His fingers run lightly up and down your arm and his lips kiss your forehead.

"I'm sorry for being a jerk" He is the first to break the silence.

"It's okay...it's in the past" you leave a chaste kiss on his left pec and feel him bristle.

"No more secrets, no more lies, I won't ruin it again, I promise" he looks you in the eyes and takes your chin to kiss you.

"Remember the day we met?" you smile slightly at the memory.

"Of course I remember, I was going through a bad time and you made some horrible jokes that lifted my mood" he lets out a chuckle.

"That's when I knew you were the one" you laugh and caress his cheek.

"Why?" he frowns in confusion.

"Because you were the one who always laughed at the stupid things that go through my head." You scoff.

"You know when I realized you were the one?" He kisses the tip of your nose.

"When?" you ask intrigued.

"When you cooked a whole dinner to tell me you liked me and didn't run away when you found out I was Spider-Man" his eyes sparkle watching yours.

"I love you, Peter Parker" you lean in to kiss his lips.

"I love you too, Y/n Y/l/n" he kisses your lips deeply and full of love. "Forever and ever."

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