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vroomvro0mferrari · 9 months ago

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LN4 | First Date

Summary: You're at the club with your friends when you spot the prettiest man you've ever seen. When he notices you and asks you out on a date, it's no surprise you say yes – even though your nerves almost get the better of you.

Lando Norris x female!Reader

WC: 2.0K

Warnings: None, I think.

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She left her building with her arms full, struggling not to drop her handbag, shoes, or present for her date. It was especially difficult with her hands slightly shaking from the nerves. She was about to go on her first date. Well, not her first date, but her first date with Lando.

She had met him around a week ago when she was clubbing with her friends in the heart of London. She was having fun with her friends, dancing freely to the pulsing music in the crowded club when she saw him. He was the prettiest man she’d ever laid eyes on, with his bright eyes, fluffy, curly hair and gorgeous laugh, head thrown back at a joke one of his friends made. She couldn't help but stare at him, until he caught her looking, that is. As soon as he felt her eyes on him, he shifted his gaze towards her. And the moment they made eye contact, she quickly turned her head away and looked back at her friends, blushing like crazy.

“Who are you looking at?” Her best friend shouted at her, trying to reach her over the loud volume of the music. Unfortunately for [Y/N], she had spotted her staring and immediately questioned her. She moved her head next to Y/N’s, trying to align her view with her friend to spot the man who had her entranced. “Stop doing that! You’re making it way too obvious!” Y/N hissed at her friend, pushing her face away.

“Ooh, he’s cute!” She said, giggling. “You should ask him out!”

Y/N had rolled her eyes at her friend, as if she would ever do that. She was way too shy for that. The fact the man had already spotted her staring was enough to make her blush, let alone asking him out.

As the night carried on, she kept him in her sights, looking over every few minutes to see if he was still there. Every so often he would catch her looking, making her blush and look away. But he couldn’t see that in the dark night club, could he?

He could. Lando had noticed her looking the first time but dismissed it. There were a lot of people there tonight, and she was probably just a fan. But when she kept looking over every few minutes and hadn’t pulled out her phone to take a picture or to post about his presence in the club somewhere online, and hadn't come over to ask for a picture, he doubted if she really recognised him after all.

She was very pretty, her outfit, hair, and make-up only adding to her allure. She didn’t seem like the type of girl to go out very often, a bit nerdy if you will, but the blush covering her cheeks everytime he caught her looking made up for it. It was adorable. And so, when he saw her alone at the bar, he took his chance.

“Hey there!” He said, moving to stand next to her at the bar. “Mind if I join you?”

She was immediately blushing when she recognised the man she’d been staring at all night. “Oh, um, sure! I mean, yeah, go ahead.” She stumbled over her words.

“Great! I’m Lando by the way,” he says.

“Oh, I’m [Y/N]. Nice to meet you, Lando”

“I could say the same. So, what brings you the the club tonight?” He asks while flagging down the bartender, and ordering his drink.

“My friend just got a new job, so we’re out celebrating! I wasn’t planning to come with, but my friends dragged me out tonight, said I needed to let loose a bit,” she responded chuckling awkwardly and taking a sip of her drink to avoid eye contact.

“Well, I’m glad they did. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have had the chance to meet you,” he said, staring at you.

Of course, he had to say something like that, right when her blush was starting to fade away a little bit. Her face was flaring red now, she was certain. “Oh, uh, thanks,” she responded, looking down.

“So I reckon you don’t go to clubs often, then?”

“No, I’m more of a stay-at-home kind of person, actually.” She smiles shyly, finally looking up into his eyes.

“Ah, I get it. I do enjoy going out once in a while, but because of my job I can’t do that very often. It’s made me appreciate the nights in more,” he says smiling.

By now he had definitely noticed she was shy and nervous, but not because of who he was, because she obviously didn’t know about what he did for a living or his fame and money, that much was clear.

“There’s no need to be nervous. I promise I won’t bite." He chuckled, trying to make her feel at ease. "How about I get you another drink?”

And so he did. He got her two more drinks, even, before her friends came to get her. Although the girls were trying their best to be her wingmen, and wanted her to meet someone, half of her friends were absolutely pissed, and she was the least drunk and only person who could help them get home safely. However, before letting her leave with her group of friends, Lando asked her for her number. Of course, Y/N blushed at the question, but she gave it to him nevertheless.

She left the club with her friends as Lando went back to his group. It wasn’t until she was in the taxi that Y/N found out that world-famous Formula 1 driver Lando Norris was the one who’d been flirting with her all night. She was shocked when she found out, to say the least, even more so when she got a message the day after, asking her out on a date.

That’s how she ended up in the lift to his flat – actually, not his flat but that of his best friend. He had invited her to come over to the place he was staying at for the time being, because he didn’t live in London anymore. She thought it was quite peculiar when she first saw the message. Apparently, everybody – but her – knew of him, he’s crazy famous, yet he invited a random girl he spoke to for one night over to his best friend’s place?

Although, he did know her pretty well by now. After he asked her out, they kept in touch. He sent her videos and pictures, and several memes, but he also asked her questions. To which she always responded with an answer.

She stared into the mirror of the lift, checking her makeup and adjusting her dress. She took in her appearance and made sure the present she had brought for Lando was still looking good. She was starting to doubt now if she’d made the right choice. Her mum had taught her that you should always bring a gift when you visit someone’s home. However, she was not just coming over for tea, this was a date. Is it weird to bring a present for your date – more specifically, your first date? It was too late now anyway, the lift was already on the right floor.

Y/N walked out of the lift in search of the flat, and when she found the correct door she took a moment to calm herself. She took a deep breath, ran a hand through her hair, and straightened her dress one last time before she knocked on the door.

Lando opened the door only seconds later. “Hey! You made it!” He greeted her, pulling her into a hug right away.

“Hi!” She responded, hugging him back with only one arm, the other holding her present for him.

“I brought you something,” she said as soon as he released her. Already blushing from the hug, and out of fear he won’t like what she’d brought. She pulled the bouquet of flowers she’d bought for him from behind her back, smiling shyly as she handed them to her date.

“I got you flowers, which I’m now realising is a really stupid gift, and you probably won’t like it—” He interrupted her nervous rant with a reassuring smile, “No, I love it! It’s so sweet of you, I’ve never had someone buy me flowers. Thank you, they’re beautiful!” He pulled her in for another hug, leaving a chaste kiss on her temple, which made her blush even more. She felt relief wash over her upon his appreciation of her gift as she followed Lando into the flat.

He led her into the kitchen, where he put the flowers into a vase and put them on the dinner table which was already set for their dinner.

As Y/N relaxed, adjusting to his presence, their conversation flowed effortlessly as they talked about everything and nothing. He asked her about her hobbies and aspirations, and she asked him about his work and dreams for the future. They bonded over their shared love of travel as they ate the lasagna Lando claimed he made from scratch, but was actually an oven-ready store-bought one. Nevertheless, it tasted great, and the company only made it better. The shared jokes and flirty comments created a sense of comfort and familiarity between the two.

As the night progressed, Lando and Y/N kept the conversation going without any awkward silences; chatter and laughter filled their evening as time passed by more quickly than either of them could process. But as it became later and later, Y/N felt reluctant to leave, and go home. However, despite the fun she was having, and how comfortable she felt with Lando, sleeping over on a first date was definitely not an option.

So, after one last drink, she got up to leave. Lando, ever the gentleman, walked her down to her car. She could feel her heart skip a beat, and a blush rising up her neck when he rested his hand on the small of her back as he led her through the lobby of the building, and outside to her car. Y/N turned around to face Lando when they got to her car.

“Well, I guess this is goodnight. I really enjoyed tonight,” she said, smiling softly at Lando.

He smiled back at her. “I did too. There’s actually this new minigolf place that just opened up that I’ve been wanting to try out, if you’d like to join me?” If Y/N didn’t know better, she would have thought he was nervous, as if she’d ever reject him after the fun she’d had tonight.

Y/N nodded. “I would love to,” smiling once more at the prospect of another date with Lando. They stared at each other for a few seconds, but just when Y/N turned around to open her car door, Lando reached out and moved his hand down her arm, pulling her closer. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through Y/N’s body. "Wait," he whispered, the sound of his voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart when he moved his face closer to hers. Then, before Y/N could react, Lando pressed his lips to hers in a soft, lingering kiss. The time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, in the moment. Lando slowly moved his lips against hers, cupping her face with one hand, and using the other to pull her closer by her waist. Y/N let herself relax into his body, her hands at the back of his neck and head, as she forgot everything around her, everything except Lando.

When they pulled away, a bright blush covered Y/N’s face, as she smiled shyly up at him. Lando let her go and opened her car door. “I’ll text you!” He told her with a big smile before closing the door for her. He watched her drive away with a love-struck smile on his face before going back inside, excited to tell Max, whom Lando had forced to stay in his bedroom all night, about his amazing date, and to stare at the flowers she’d gotten him.

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httpvomitello · 7 days ago

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Loved the request of the boys with an so with an evil turtle pet! Donnie especially cuz, ya know, he’s a soft shell and the evil turtle from TAWOG is a soft shell

Inspired by that but can I request how the rude boys would react to an S/O who has a pet cat, which is usually a very shy pet, that instantly warms up to the turtles. Turtles are sitting down? Cat is curling up in their lap. Turtle is leaving the room? They’ve now got a fuzzy sidekick mewing after them. Turtle is working out? The cat sits on their shells if they do push ups

ALSO the cat playing with the ends of their bandanna tails like it’s a ribbon toy!

Just general fluffy cute pet shenanigans if that’s okay!

Owwn, that's cute! Fun fact: i have a black cat named Donnie from TMNT and he's my adorable baby. Anyways, i hope you like it! ♡♡♡♡

Leo wasn’t exactly a cat person—he wasn’t not a cat person, either. He just didn’t expect to win over your shy little furball the moment he stepped into your apartment.

As soon as Leo sat down on your couch, your cat trotted over, tail high, and leapt into his lap. Leo froze, unsure of what to do.

“Uh… hey there,” he said softly, glancing at you for guidance. You stared back in shock.

“He never done that before,” you whispered, amazed.

The cat nuzzled against Leo’s plastron, purring like a little engine. Leo’s serious demeanor melted as he cautiously scratched behind his ears. “Guess I’m a cat whisperer now.”

The real kicker came during his workout the next day, when you decided to pay a visit to the lair and didn't want to leave your baby alone. He was halfway through his push-ups when your cat decided it was the perfect perch, hopping onto his shell like it was a throne.

“You’re not making this any easier,” Leo grunted, but there was a fond smile on his face. Every time he pushed up, the cat swayed slightly but stayed balanced. It seemed to enjoy the ride.

The best part? Your cat loved playing with his bandanna tails. Leo would sit down to meditate, only for the cat to leap out and swat at the trailing fabric like it was the greatest toy ever. Despite his attempts to stay zen, Leo couldn’t help but chuckle.

“He's determined to keep me from finding inner peace,” he’d say, but you knew he secretly loved every second of it.

Raph wasn’t used to animals liking him right away. His gruff exterior usually kept them at bay. But your cat? It was like he saw right through him.

The first time Raph sat down, your cat immediately made a beeline for him, curling up in his lap without a second thought. He raised a brow, looking at you.

“This thing broken or something?” he joked, but you could see the hint of a smile.

The cat kneaded its tiny paws into his thighs, purring so loud it was almost comical. Raph gently petted it, his big hands surprisingly delicate. “Alright, you’re kinda cute,” he admitted under his breath.

Things escalated when Raph started his daily workout. As he cranked out push-ups, your cat decided it was the perfect opportunity to claim his shell as a lounging spot.

“Really?” Raph grunted, pausing mid-push-up. The cat just blinked lazily at him. “You’re not even gonna move, huh?”

Raph ended up doing the rest of his reps with the cat perched proudly on his shell. Later, he tried to act like it was no big deal, but you caught him sneaking little glances at the cat, clearly smitten.

Then there was the bandanna situation. Your cat couldn’t get enough of Raph’s tails, chasing and pouncing on them whenever he walked by. Raph would grumble about it, but you noticed how he started dragging his tails along the floor on purpose just to give the cat a little thrill.

Donnie had read enough about animal behavior to know that cats were naturally cautious creatures. So, when your shy cat immediately climbed into his lap, he was floored.

“Oh,” he said, blinking in surprise as the cat curled up and started purring. “This… this is unexpected.”

You watched, just as shocked. “She don’t usually warm up to people that fast.”

Donnie couldn’t resist analyzing the situation. “It could be my body temperature or the texture of my skin. Fascinating…”

But soon, he was completely distracted by how cute your cat was. He gently scratched under her chin, and the cat melted even more, pressing her head into his hand.

When Donnie worked on his projects, the cat was always nearby, either curled up next to him or batting at his bandanna tails. He tried to shoo it away gently when she started pawing at delicate wires, but he never could stay mad.

Then came the push-ups. Donnie was halfway through his set when he felt a familiar weight on his shell. He sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Guess I’ve got a workout buddy now.”

The cat stayed perfectly balanced as Donnie continued his push-ups. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, and Donnie just shook his head, amused.

“Looks like I’ve been adopted,” he said, clearly pleased about it.

“Duuude, this cat is, like, magnetically drawn to me!” Mikey exclaimed the moment your cat jumped into his lap.

You were stunned. “ Well, that's cute! It's the first time she's approached someone she doesn't know of her own free will.”

Mikey was already smitten, cradling your cat like a baby. “I knew we were destined to be besties,�� he cooed, rubbing his cheek against her soft fur. The cat purred loudly, nuzzling into him.

From that moment on, Mikey and your cat were inseparable. If Mikey was in the kitchen, the cat was at his feet, hoping for a snack. If he was gaming, the cat was draped over his lap like a fuzzy blanket.

Workouts were a whole new level of hilarious. As soon as Mikey hit the floor for push-ups, the cat hopped onto his shell, tail flicking as if to say, “This is my spot now.”

“Check it out, babe!” Mikey said, laughing as he did his reps. “Shell lifts, now with extra weight!”

Mikey quickly discovered that your cat had a thing for his tails. Every time he walked by, the cat would pounce, swatting and chasing them like it was playing with the world’s best ribbon toy.

He’d spin in circles, laughing as the cat tried to keep up. “Who needs a laser pointer when you’ve got bandanna tails, am I right?”

Your cat adored Mikey’s playful energy, and Mikey loved having a little furry sidekick. He’d often turn to you with a huge grin and say, “I think your cat loves me more than you do!”

#reader #x reader #y/n #tmnt #tmnt x reader #bayverse tmnt x reader #tmnt bayverse #bayverse leonardo #bayverse mikey #bayverse donnie #bayverse raphael #they/them #cat

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mssorceressupreme · 5 months ago

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Encounters

Pairing: Minho x Reader

Note: hii guys so after reading A LOT of amazing fics, I decided to finally start writing my own again (I used to write and publish books on wattpad but stopped for a while) 😭 also I kept sending requests and felt kinda annoying for constantly spamming authors lmaoo but I love all their work sm ❤️ so here’s my first Minho fic heheh hope you enjoy :))

Summary: to escape from the pressures of being a greenie, you run and hide in the deadheads, accidentally stumbling upon the runners hut, where you encounter someone alluring.

Warnings: none really, peer pressure?, y/n has slight anxiety

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The revelation that I was the only girl in the glade made me want to pull all my hair out and vanish off the face of this earth. It had already been a few hours since I arrived but my mind still struggled to grasp the fact that I was the only girl here, in a glade full of boys, or men. So far, Newt and Alby have been accomodating which I was immensely grateful for, they have already set the bar so high that I’m now worried about having to meet the other gladers.

Apparently, it was tradition to throw a bonfire evening for the “greenie” each month, and fortunately for me, I was the greenie this month.

The moment I arrived, the boys seemed determined to throw me into some strange tradition involving a concoction Gally made “Come on greenie, it’s tradition!” One of the boys, Jack, jeered, holding out a cup filled with the suspicious drink.

Newt, who was seated beside me, shook his head, “I wouldn’t drink that if I were you.” He chuckled.

“I’ll pass Jack, thanks.” I brought my knees to my chest.

“Now that’s no fun! Just a sip!” George, another glader, insisted, pushing the drink closer to my face.

The tiniest whiff of whatever that beverage comprised of made me gag. “Oh- eugh! Please I don’t want that!” I shove his hand away.

“It’s tradition! Come on don’t break the streak! Even I downed three cups!” Tyler remarked.

I glanced around, the pressure was getting heavier and their voices were starting to echo in my head. “You might have to outrun them greenie!” Frypan teased.

Panic surged through me, and I bolted. I could hear their laugher and shouts behind me, urging me to stop and that Fry was only joking, but I didn’t dare look back. My heart raced as I ran blindly through the glade, towards the deadheads, searching for a place to hide.

I spotted a hut up ahead and, without thinking, dashed inside, slamming the door shut behind me. I leaned against it, panting and gasping for breath, my heart thudding in my chest.

Were they chasing after me? Should I stay here until the next morning? Where am I going to sleep? Hundreds of thoughts raced my mind at once and I needed to get away from everyone.

A throat cleared behind me, and I jumped, spinning around to see a tall, imposing figure watching me with amused curiosity. Alright, clearly I didn’t get away from everyone.

“Oh, uh, sorry! I didn’t see you there!” I stammered, feeling my face heat up.

Minho stood there, arms crossed over his chest, an eyebrow raised. “You know only runners are allowed in here,” he said, his voice firm yet not unkind.

“I’m sorry! I’ll leave right away! I didn’t mean to intrude—” I began to gush, stepping toward the door. But before I could reach the handle, Minho moved, his long stride bringing him directly in front of me.

He towered over me, one hand pressing against the door, keeping it shut.

I looked up at him, my confusion and nerves likely written all over my face. Why wasn’t he letting me leave? What did he want?

Minho’s silence was heavy, his dark eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a strange, electric tension crackling between us. Those eyes were not predatory unlike some of the other gladers.

My pulse quickened for reasons that had nothing to do with fear. The sound of the boys searching for me grew louder, their footsteps echoing just outside.

“She couldn’t have gone far!” one of them shouted.

Minho’s gaze never wavered from mine as he spoke, “If you’d like, I can accompany you for the rest of the evening.” It was as though he knew I was trying to hide from them and seek refuge.

“You’re not going to make me drink Gally’s drink, are you?” I blurted out, my voice shaky.

Minho chuckled, a low, rich sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “Guess we’ll see,” he said, his tone teasing.

He extended his hand to me, his expression softening just a touch. I hesitated for a moment before placing my hand in his. His grip was firm, and reassuring. The simple contact sent a thrill through me, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he felt it too.

For a moment, we stood there, our hands clasped, the air between us charged with an unspoken connection. His presence was both intimidating and oddly comforting, a contradiction that made my head spin. I couldn’t help but glance at his lips, then back to his warm brown eyes.

Minho finally broke the silence, “Let’s get out of here before they come back,” he said, his voice gentle.

He led me out of the hut, and as we walked together, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the start of something significant. The glade suddenly seemed less daunting with him by my side, and I found myself hoping that maybe, just maybe, this new world held more than just danger and fear.

#minho tmr x reader #minho maze runner x reader #the maze runner #x reader #minho tmr #maze runner #tmr newt #ki hong lee #thomas tmr #imagine #tmr #thomas brodie sangster #dylan o'brien

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cosmicpearlz · 2 years ago

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too busy being yours

summary: being in a secret relationship suddenly kills you when another girl openly flirts with your man.

pairing: chad meeks martin x fem!reader

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you and chad had been dating secretly for over five months now. the two of you decided to keep it a secret from the group because you wanted to enjoy each other privately. it meant sneaky into each other’s dorms and leaving a couple of minutes after the other person to meet.

“sorry i’m late! my painting class ran a little bit over time,” you rushed over to the benches your friends sat at with a bright smile.

“you’re just in time, we’re talking about the upcoming halloween frat party,” mindy said to you while you sat down next to chad. a knowing smile was shared between the two of you.

“someone’s been getting down and dirty,” he points to your paint covered skin. you playfully roll your eyes and shove his shoulder.

“yeah yeah whatever. i’ll have you know that-“

“hey chad, right?” ameila, a known cheerleader at blackmore stood in front of the group ignoring the burning stares of everyone.

“uh yeah?”

“i just wanted to ask if you were going to the halloween party on saturday.”

“we’re all going,” chad motions with his hand to the rest of the friend group.

“good, save me a dance,” she winks at him and walks away. you’re mood was instantly put off by another girl hitting on your boyfriend. you couldn’t even say anything because to everyone else, you guys weren’t dating just friends.

“anyways. y/n, what’s your painting this time?” tara turns her body to face you from the bench opposite to you.

“um the theme is new york related, so i was doing something about the subways. i think i’m gonna go back to my um dorm to wash off this paint,” you looked down at your shoes and back up with a weak smile. you decided to ignore chad’s worried look and got up from your seat.

“i’ll see you guys later,” you waved and walked away.

a knock on the door pulls your attention away from the book you were engrossed in. standing up, you walked and opened the door. on the other side stood your boyfriend who still had the worried look in his eyes.

“what’s wrong with you?” he pushed passed you and walked into your room. with the roll of your eyes, you sighed closing your door.

“well hello to you too shit.”

“babe.”

“what?” chad wraps his arms around your waist pulling you into him. his eyes kept their gaze on your face the entire time.

“what happened out there?”

“nothing, i wanted to wash the paint off of my body.”

“that’s it?”

“um yes? what else would be wrong?” the fact that chad didn’t see the bigger picture of another girl hitting on him was crazy to you. you didn’t want to bring it up, scared about being the overly jealous girlfriend. even though you were incredibly jealous.

“you’d tell me if anything else was wrong, right?”

“of course baby,” you pecked his lips and removed yourself from his arms to put your dirty clothes in your laundry basket.

“hey hey, i didn’t say that you could remove yourself from me,” chad picks you up from behind making you giggle while he lays you gently on your bed, hovering over your body.

“so i have to ask for permission to move?” you whispered as you caress his face with one hand.

“yeah.”

“oh really?”

“mhm,” he bit his lip before leaning down to kiss you once again. you loved moments like this with him. it was as if you were in your own little world.

you threw your shot back bitterly while glowering at chad and ameila taking shots together. she had grabbed his arm the minute you guys stepped into the house. pulling him to where the other cheerleaders and frat boys were. it didn’t help that his costume consisted of being a shirtless cowboy. your costume matched his being you were dressed as a dallas cowboys cheerleader.

“y/n you might want to slow down. this is like your four shot in two minutes,” ethan said to you while looking at mindy and anika for help.

“can’t.”

“is it because your jealous over the cheerleader and chad?” you looked at mindy’s smug face with wide eyes.

“why would i be jealous over that?”

“you’ve been staring at them the entire time. plus, we all know you’re in love with chad,” anika pitches into the conversation.

“you know what, i’m gonna go dance,” you shook your shoulders and headed to the dance floor. if chad wanted to play this game, he’ll be the one losing.

when chad turned his head, he expected to see you with ethan, mindy and anika on the couch but you weren’t there. he sends a questioning look to his sister. to which she points to middle of the room holding back a laugh.

he turns his gaze to mindy’s pointed finger and finds you dancing with some asshole. a certain fire was burning within him. how dare someone else dance with his girl? without missing a beat, he walks over to where you were completely ignoring ameila’s calls for him.

“howdy partner, she’s coming with me.” you stopped dancing to stare at chad.

“what was that? i didn’t hear you.”

“uh yeah you did.”

“well we’re having a good time, aren’t we?” you stayed quiet keeping your eyes on your boyfriend whose anger was growing by the second.

“this isn’t up for debate,” chad swiftly picks you up and puts you over his shoulder. one arm holding your legs and a hand holding your ass knowing that the shorts of your costume was short enough.

“chad what the fuck!”

“stop talking.”

“no, what is wrong with you? let me down!” he continues to ignore your pleads and the stares of other party goers. he walks upstairs and finds an empty room, only then did he let you down. chad crossed his arms over his chest matching the glare you gave him.

“what the fuck was that?”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“that little stunt you pulled back there,” you moved your gaze from him to the floor.

“look at me baby,” he gently cups your cheeks making you look at him.

“you gotta talk to me. tell me what’s wrong,” with furrowed brows, you felt yourself get mad again. you remove yourself from his hold and crossed your arms over your chest.

“my problem is you and ameila.”

“me and ameila?”

“you heard what i said chad. don’t act confused.” he chuckles slightly causing you to get even more mad.

“oh so your laughing at me?”

“yes because there is no ‘me and ameila’. you’re being ridiculous,” you scoffed at the boy and started pacing.

“then why are you entertaining her? huh?”

“oh i see what’s happening,” you stopped your pacing to glimpse at his growing smile on his face. of course, he’d find this humorous.

“what’s happening babe? enlighten me.”

“you’re jealous.”

“am not.”

“are too. the evidence is there don’t try to deny it,” he points a finger at you with his stupidly handsome smile.

“you’re literally entertaining her!”

“i’m sorry if it seems that way but i’m too busy being yours to even notice another women. you’re my women,” chad tugged your arms uncrossed and moves you closer to him.

“it’ll help if she’d know that too.”

“you want me to tell everyone that i’m yours just like you’re mines?” you nodded your head at his words. maybe being public will stop the very obvious flirting towards him.

“i need your words sweetheart,” his breath whispered on your lips sending a shiver down your spine.

“yes, i want be with you publicly.”

“yeah?”

“stop being a tease,” you groaned and hid your face in chest while wrapping your arms around his waist.

“i’ll scream it to the world that i’m in love with you. everyone will know that i only have eyes for you.”

“good. and everyone will know i only have eyes for you.”

“hell yeah they would,” chad pulls back from the hug to kiss your lips. he’s been dying to do that ever since he forced you into the room to talk to him. he’ll never get over kissing you.

you jumped making him catch your legs, so that they were around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. chad deepen the kiss caressing your ass with his hands. a moan slipped through your throat and you pulled away from him. he tried chasing your lips desperately wanting kiss you again.

“easy there cowboy,” you whispered biting onto your bottom lip.

“can’t help myself when it comes to you.”

“let’s go take this rodeo somewhere else, yeah?” he places you down and keeps his lustful eyes on you.

“sounds good to me, i got a horse you can ride.”

“chad!” you slapped his chest with a laugh, feeling your face heat up.

“i told you i can’t help myself when it comes to your sexy ass,” he slaps your ass and opens the door for you, following right behind you. with joint hands you guys headed back downstairs.

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runnning-outof-time · 1 year ago

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@call-sign-shark Happy 1K Followers, Shark!! I love your celebration idea!! Thanks so much for allowing me to write something with a reader - I just knew that I had to write something for Arthur for you! I used the angst prompt ‘swear it to me’ … hopefully it makes sense! The moodboard doesn’t really match the fic…I was just thinking of Arthur’s angel and went went it. Enjoy! :)

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Swear It To Me

Arthur Shelby x Reader

Warnings: language, mentions of a killing, season 3 spoilers

Word Count: 1080

Summary: Arthur needs some extra reassurance from (Y/N) after a day of rather unsettling events.

All of the lights in the house were off when (Y/N) entered it. An amber glow was shining through the archway that led to the living room, telling her that the fire was lit. She hoped that someone was occupying the room. Those hopes were answered just by standing in the archway.

The top of Arthur’s head was visible over the chair he was slumped down in. (Y/N) now hoped that he wasn’t drunk. She took a few steps into the room. The sound of her feet scuffing off of the hardwood made Arthur sit up straight, his head snapping in her direction.

“Hmm…it’s just you, sweetheart,” he mumbled upon recognizing who’d entered the room. He reassumed his relaxed position as she made her way to the couch that was positioned to the right of his chair.

“It’s just me,” (Y/N) affirmed as she situated herself on the couch so that she was turned to face him.

Silence filled the room then as Arthur stared straight ahead and (Y/N) kept her eyes focused on him. She wanted to know why he’d chose to sit in the dark here, but at the same time she didn’t want to open a can of worms that didn’t need opening.

After some time, Arthur finally spoke. “We saw Tommy today,” he started off, his voice soft in nature.

“You did? How is he handling things?” (Y/N) asked, a hopeful look in her eyes as her husband spoke about his grieving brother.

“He’s, ah…he’s still closed off. Sayin’ he’s back but he really isn’t. You know how Tommy is,” he answered, his words making all of (Y/N)’s hope flush out of her system within seconds, a frown forming on her face. “Anyway…he gave John and I some things to do…” he trailed off, looking down at his hands as he wrung them together.

(Y/N) sent him a knowing look. She already had an inkling of what those ‘things’ could have been. But she didn’t push him to share. At this point, she knew that pushing would make him shut down.

“He wanted us to go get Mr. Changretta from the docks and bring him to a warehouse. Mr. Changretta’s wife was traveling with him…they were going to New York,” he started off.

“She was our teacher,” (Y/N) recalled the lovely woman, smiling softly at the memory of her.

“She was,” Arthur nodded, “and Tommy wanted us to shoot her on site…take the husband and shoot her.”

The blood ran from (Y/N)’s face as she heard the added detail. “You, you didn’t…” she whispered out.

“We couldn’t,” Arthur shook his head, hanging it slightly. “We went against Tommy’s orders and let her go. Just took the old man instead,” he explained how he and his brother had handled things. “We took him to the warehouse, like Tommy wanted. And Tommy wasn’t himself there…said he was gonna keep him alive all night and wait for the birds to sing. I didn’t let him get that far. I, uh…” he paused, choking on his words and then clearing his throat in hopes that (Y/N) wouldn’t notice the fact that he was getting emotional. She noticed. “I shot the old man in the head…told Tommy I heard the birds. We’re bad men, but we’re…we’re not that.” he finished his statement by letting out a shaky breath. He shook his head once more before dropping it, his eyes focused on his lap.

“Oh Arthur…” (Y/N) trailed off as she moved from the couch to kneel beside his chair. She took his hands in hers and squeezed them, showing him that she was there.

“She remembered me you know,” he started, his eyes finding her again, “Mrs Changretta. She remembered me; remembered my smile and how she used to look the other way. And I…I killed her husband.” It was easy to hear how upset with himself he sounded. “I shoulda looked the other way too.”

“You did though,” (Y/N) was quick to point out. “Tommy wanted her dead. You and John spared her.”

“I still did the work of the fuckin’ devil,” he spoke in a dejected tone, removing one of his hands from her hold so that he could press his fingers into his eyes.

“You still have good in your heart,” she reminded him, “all that work you did on yourself…it isn’t for nothing. It hasn’t gone now that this has happened.” Her words were soft, and her heart broke as she heard him let out a choked sob.

“Swear it to me, angel.”

“What’s that?” (Y/N) asked. His voice was so soft that she wasn’t sure if she’d heard him properly.

“I need you to swear it to me…swear it to me that you’ll stay by my side; that even though I’ve done this, you won’t give up on me,” he expanded on his original sentence, finally dropping his hand from his face. (Y/N)’s heart broke at the sight of his red eyes and even from far away, she could see the tears brimming in them.

“I won’t, Arthur,” her answer was immediate. “I know the good you have in your heart,” she accentuated her words by squeezing his hands. “I know it better than anyone else, and I know that it’ll always be there.”

Arthur brought his hand up to run through his hair as he took a deep breath. He let it out slowly before he reached out and ran his hand down (Y/N)’s cheek. She smiled at the soft touch, letting her eyes flutter shut as he traced the line of her jaw before gently taking hold of her chin. Her eyes reopened when she felt him brush his thumb across her bottom lip, and her smile widened at the sight above her.

“I love you, angel,” he breathed, his words, and eyes, filled with love.

“I love you, Arthur,” she repeated the phrase back to him, her eyes not once straying from his.

The hurt in his heart was still present, but each second that her eyes stayed locked with his was making the pain feel more and more distant. He knew he’d have to continue to do the work of the devil, but he was thankful that he’d still have this angel by his side, and that she’d help him through it.

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janetbrown711 · 2 months ago

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If I Fail You

Chapter 2: No More Birthdays

Now fugitives from the celestial realm, MK and his friends and family set out to find the five color stones and save the universe.

Except that he's immediately swept away by his mentor, leaving said friends and family behind, leaving them to wonder and worry about what's wrong with him. Oh, and also climb a volcano with a four-month-old. But that should be easy enough, right? Right...

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

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Pigsy didn’t sleep a single moment the entire ride out of the city to the middle of nowhere, watching MK and Li Na with a tight, anxious feeling in his chest that wouldn’t go away. Even when Tang, Li Na and even MK managed to fall asleep, Pigsy stayed up silently, watching and waiting. Of course, they were never asleep for too long, especially MK, but Pigsy felt it extremely necessary for him to be alert and on guard at all times.

It was something he seemed to share with the Monkey King too, as he also didn't close his eyes for even a second in the vehicle. Of course, it was likely that immortals like him didn't need sleep, but Pigsy could recognize the specific distant look in his eyes any day.

They didn't talk, though. Almost no one ever did, except when Li Na would wake up and everyone would ask if everything was okay and if they needed to stop and yadda yadda. Pigsy appreciated their worry, but Li Na was his responsibility and he could manage just fine. Everyone else needed to just sit back and focus on themselves.

It… wasn't easy though, and sometimes he was tempted to ask someone else to get her to stop crying for five goddamn seconds. But at the same time, he knew she was probably just scared since she hadn't ever really been in a car or car seat before, and to be stuck for hours and hours had to be uncomfortable. Sometimes he thought about just putting her into the carrier again to keep her close and happy, but knew if the car was attacked in any kind of way, she needed to be in the seat. Unfortunately, four-month-olds can't really understand that, so her uncomfortable cries could last for hours, and all Pigsy could do was try and stroke her cheek and remind her of her blanket and wish for the best, shoving his frustration and temperament as far down his throat as possible.

Happy. Safe. Cared for. That's all he wanted for his family, but it just kept getting harder and harder and harder– was it too much to ask for a moment's peace? A day where he wasn't relaxing under false pretenses, but knew for an undeniable fact that everyone was okay and fine? Or would that somehow destroy the world because it was against the rules or whatever? Bah, to hell with the whole thing, honestly. What's the point of it all if things can't ju–

“Pigsy..?” Tang groaned to life from the other side of the car seat. “Hon, you look like you haven't slept a bit.”

“M'fine, Tang. Just have to keep an eye out,” Pigsy was quick to wave off, checking on Li Na as she stretched sleepily under her blanket.

Tang chuckled, reaching a tired hand to Li Na's face and stroking her cheek. “Hi, bao bao… you certainly woke up a lot,” he smiled as she started to whimper. “Got scared, didn't you? Don't worry, we're here, everything is just fine, you're okay with us, Li Na.”

Pigsy hummed before his eyes landed on MK as he too stirred with the sunrise, his head rolling away from Mei’s shoulder.

“Ugh… sunrise already?” his son grumbled, trying to bury his face in Mei’s arm, but Mei shook him off.

“Damn, Monkey Man. Maybe you woke up but not all of us have,” Mei scolded, keeping her eyes shut.

“Rise and shine, everyone! We– uh– have some planning we need to discuss,” Sandy chuckled nervously from the driver's seat.

“Ughhhhhh– curse this stupid universe,” MK groaned, once again trying to bury his head in Mei's arm, but the dragon girl pushed him completely away and onto the window.

“Sorry bud, but he's right, we got some explaining to do,” Wukong sighed.

“Right, yeah. Just one apocalypse after the next,” MK huffed, leaning against the window solemnly, making Pigsy wince.

“But you said there was a way to fix this, right, little man?” Sandy tried his best to lighten the mood.

“Right, yeah, something about… stones? Or something like that?” Mei rubbed her eyes, finally giving up on going back to sleep.

“Five color stones,” the monkey king corrected.

Tang perked up at that. “The stones that the goddess Nuwa used to mend the heavens? I didn’t think they were real!” He looked at Pigsy with such a stupid look of amazement it made the pig chuckle.

“Mhm, they are! They’re just hidden, and guarded, and we have no idea where to find them, aha,” MK laughed nervously.

“What? Not even a little?” Pigsy asked, mostly looking at Wukong, who still stared out his window.

“No–! I mean– it’s fine because we’re just gonna ask someone who does! Nuwa!” MK quickly flipped to a sketch he’d drawn of her earlier.

“Ooo, yeah! She’s totally gotta have a temple we could go to, right?” Mei was instantly on board, though Pigsy still had his skepticism.

“Oh– yeah, at the Burning Mountain.” Wukong finally looked away to give them a smile.

“Wait– what?! Nononono– we’re not going to the burning mountain, not with Li Na, we have to think of anywhere else,” Tang instantly protested.

Wukong gave a glance to the back and shrugged. “Don’t really have a choice here, man. We’re kind of on a time crunch.”

“I-I know that! I just– I don’t need her facing the Fiery Beasts from ‘Past Calamities’ that guard the temple. She’s way too young for ‘trials by fire’– especially literal ones,” Tang looked at Pigsy anxiously.

“Yeah, I gotta say I agree here.” Pigsy glanced down at his daughter, who was reaching her stubby little arms for him. He met her reach with his hand, allowing her to grasp a finger before he looked back to Wukong. “Are you one thousand percent sure there’s no alternative here?”

“Unfortunately yes, I’m sure,” Wukong glanced down at the carrier too, before going back to the window.

“Right, of course,” Pigsy sighed, not sure why/how that managed to make him feel worse since it was exactly what he expected.

“Don’t worry, dad. I can keep her plenty safe,” MK assured with a tired smile.

“No, kid, it’s okay, me and Tang got this, it’ll be okay,” Pigsy gave a similar smile back.

MK nodded slowly before turning back around, meanwhile Tang gave him a long, anxious stare.

Pigsy chewed his cheek, looking down at Li Na instead of his husband. “She’ll be okay,” he whispered. “With your shield and Sandy’s strength, she’ll be okay.”

“Babies aren’t even supposed to be outside in temperatures over 32,” Tang countered.

“Human babies. Demon babies do better in the heat,” Pigsy tried waving off his own anxiety.

Tang gave an unamused look. “You do know she is still half human, right?”

Pigsy’s eye twitched. “Of course I know that, Tang, but do you see a goddamn alternative laying around here? No! So just– stop. I'll find a way to make it work, it’ll be fine,” he whisper-yelled, startling his husband.

“Pigsy–”

“Just stop, Tang. We’ll figure this out. We always have to,” Pigsy closed his eyes, tiredly letting Li Na stick his finger in her mouth.

Tang didn't say anything, which Pigsy let be. However, after a moment the chef was startled when he felt Tang pulling him closer and trying to rest his head on his shoulder.

Pigsy sighed and kissed his head. “We’ll be okay.”

“We’ll be okay,” Tang repeated, nuzzling as close as he could.

Pigsy kept his head atop Tang's for the rest of the ride.

The following hours were filled with chatter from MK and Mei, and a bit of Tang, as they talked and asked for details about the Burning Mountain and how it was different from the Flaming Mountains and such. Pigsy mostly tuned it out, keeping an eye out for any danger, and trying his best to fulfill Li Na's needs when they arose (though everyone agreed even if the world was ending, the car was stopping for diaper changes). She just about screeched in protest every time she was put back into the car seat, and whenever there was a bump in the road, and also whenever Pigsy or Tang’s hand stopped touching her, or whenever she wasn’t picked up for feeding. While incredibly frustrating, it was also probably unequivocally the worst day of the infant's life and she had zero communication skills or coping mechanisms, so she certainly had everyone’s sympathy. Besides, they still had her blanket and after ten minutes, she'd usually tire herself out. Granted, those ten minutes could feel like an eternity to the rest of the passengers, but it wasn't like there was anything they could do.

After about three hours, they arrived at the flaming mountain and Li Na was back in the carrier with Pigsy, to everyone’s relief.

However, the relief was short lived, as the Flaming Mountain certainly lived up to its name, while also having a shit ton of winding and perilous staircases to boot.

“I think my ankles hurt just looking at this thing,” Tang joked, elbowing Pigsy to try and get him to laugh too, but the pit in Pigsy’s stomach was far too deep for that.

“We’re seriously going to have to climb all that? Noooooooooooooooo,” MK groaned, slumping his head down.

“Bah, ‘Ol Alpine’ Sandy is good to go!” Sandy grinned, pulling out some of his rock climbing gear from his “emergency adventure” backpack. “We’ll be at the top in no time!”

“You know, I think there’s someone you’re forgettin’ here,” Pigsy sniped, making Sandy blush with embarrassment.

“Actually– that gives me an idea,” Tang snapped his fingers, summoning (and promptly spinning around) his khakkhara.

Pigsy sighed a massive breath of relief, glad his daughter wouldn’t actually have to face all that fire and lava. However, the feeling was incredibly short lived when he saw Wukong grab the staff with a guilty expression on his face.

“Yeahhhhhh, um, that’s gonna be a no-go, jangles,” he grimaced. “We can’t have that kind of big mystic energy or else–” “–Or else it’ll count as cheating! And we can’t fail the Trial By Fire!” MK interrupted, looking at the mountain with intensity.

“Wha– Kid, I’m pretty sure the ‘Trial By Fire’ is just a metaphor really, I’m sure the mountain ain’t testing you, right guys?” Pigsy glanced around the group, each having varied levels of one-sound responses.

“Yeah, gotta agree, bud. There’s no trial, we just can’t use magic because Li Jing will track us,” Wukong explained fully, glancing at Pigsy briefly.

Great.

“No matter, this mountain is going down,” MK shook his fist at it with determination.

Before Pigsy could even chuckle, Wukong wrapped his tail around his son and picked him up. “Or we’re going up! Catch ya at the top!” The monkey cheered, summoning his cloud and flying off.

“Wait–! MK–!” Pigsy called, but they were already nothing more than a blip on the horizon.

“Man, c'mon! Why doesn't his stupid cloud count as magic?” Mei kicked a rock and crossed her arms.

“Well, technically it's more of a ‘technique’ than a spell– plus the cloud is more like a kind of companion? I don't know– everything gets so mixed up with him,” Tang shook his head.

“UGH, fine, I guess we’re taking the hard way without MK, whatever,” Mei huffed and started going to the mountain.

Pigsy was going to follow, but his feet were suddenly glued to the ground as his eyes fell down to his daughter, who was looking up at him with big, innocent, helpless eyes.

“Pigsy? Everything alright?” Tang noticed his stance.

“No, I-I… I can’t take her, I can't climb that good, but we need to go after MK– Sandy,” Pigsy immediately turned to his friend, who looked down in confusion. “Sandy, you need to take her.”

“Oh-! Are you sure? She seems pretty cozy,” Sandy asked, smile soft and encouraging (or was at least supposed to be).

“You got more experience with this stuff, you can keep her safe,” Pigsy instantly nodded.

Sandy’s smile melted before he nodded and quickly got out a blanket from his backpack to use as a wrap while Pigsy removed his daughter from the carrier. This confused the infant, who instantly started squirming and whining, trying to grab Pigsy’s shirt with her tiny fists.

“Hey, it’s okay, you’re just going with your yifu Sandy, it’s okay,” Pigsy tried assuring, but she still kept reaching and wriggling until Sandy was ready for her and the trade off was made– to which she started crying.

“Aw, hey now, it’s okay Little Piggy, good ol’ Sandy's got you,” the river demon assured, carefully wrapping her nice and snug to his chest, where she still protested, although less. Mo seemed to notice her upset mood and tried tapping her with a paw, but it didn’t help much either as she still kicked and cried.

The scene made Pigsy's chest tighten, but he shoved those feelings deep down in favor of putting his carrier in the diaper bag so they could get moving.

“Pigsy, are you sure you’re okay with this?” Tang whispered, grabbing Pigsy’s arm.

“Yes. We have to go after MK, and Sandy’s plenty capable,” Pigsy argued, glancing as the demon in question started stroking Li Na’s forehead as the cries turned to whimpers as she looked up at him.

Tang looked too. “Alright… if you’re sure, I am too.”

Pigsy’s chest tightened further, but he took his husband’s hand and started up the steps anyways, Sandy following and Mei quickly taking the lead.

After a quarter of the way into the first staircase, Sandy managed to finally soothe Li Na enough to stop crying, which was a huge relief. However, all two seconds of silence was apparently too much for Mei, as she felt the need to start complaining.

“Man… Stupid Wukong powers– ‘non-mystical clouds’– that’s total bullshit,” she puffed, kicking the step in front of her.

“You’re telling me,” Tang huffed, already starting to wince at each step on his left foot.

Pigsy chuckled and gave his husband a glance. However, that was a mistake if ever there was one, because the moment Tang noticed, he immediately hammed it up.

“Pigsy, darling, would you mind carrying me the rest of these steps?” His husband batted his eyelashes.

“In your dreams,” Pigsy rolled his eyes, trying to keep his eyes forward.

“Awww, c'mon, don't you looooove me?” Tang continued, wrapping his arm around Pigsy's.

“Keep this up and we'll see,” The chef gave Tang's arm a pat, making the scholar quickly swipe it away.

“Well, I never– we have a baby together and this is how you treat me? Oh my breaking heart,” Tang swooned dramatically.

“Oh, you mean the baby I had to carry for eight and a half months?” Pigsy raised an eyebrow. “What, you think that wasn't good enough and now I gotta carry you too?”

“Wha–? I don't mean it like that, I just– you know– with the–” Tang sputtered, meanwhile Mei cackled with laughter ahead.

Tang huffed, putting his hands on his hips. “Having fun now, are you?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Mei grinned, spinning around and climbing the stairs backwards. “Your gross couple banter turned roasting is much more entertaining than thinking about how stupid it is Wukong just zipped MK up the mountain.”

“Hey now, hiking can be a very meditative form of exercise,” Sandy spoke up from the back.

All three other hikers gave him a look.

“...Okay, it might not be for everyone– but still! Introspection and being in nature is a good thing that can help us reconnect with ourselves,” Sandy argued.

“Rrrright,” Mei turned back around. “Well if that's true then it's a damn shame MK's missing out on all this introspection then.”

“Now that I agree with,” Sandy said, his tone making Pigsy's ears perk a little.

“What do you mean?” Pigsy glanced back.

Sandy looked away, seeming a tad embarrassed. “Well, I mean– I just think the kid needs a break, you know? Like we talked about,” he scratched his neck, and Mo meowed in agreement from his shoulder.

“Oh, right, yeah– he wasn't actually sleeping when we were all hanging, was he?” Mei asked.

“No, probably not,” Pigsy sighed and closed his eyes briefly.

“Yeesh…” Mei winced. “He's really been working himself to the bone lately, hasn't he?”

“Oh yeah.” Pigsy bit his cheek.

“But it'll be alright, we'll get the universe in tip-top shape in no time,” Sandy smiled empathetically. “Then he can get all the rest he needs.”

“Unless the universe throws another disaster our way,” Tang muttered.

“Hey now, let's try and think positively here. Once we get the stones and fix the universe, everything will be just fine,” Sandy encouraged, making Pigsy grunt out of habitual disgust. The chef could feel his friends gaze on the back of his neck, but the pig ignored it in favor of continuing up the never-ending steps.

“Well… uh… anyways… anyone know any hiking games we can play, or something to pass the time? This is… a lot of stairs,” Mei said, reality probably starting to hit her.

“Oh, I know plenty! We can do I Spy, 100 Bottles of Beer, 20 questions, bird watching, the alphabet game, or some kind of memory game!” Sandy cheered, making Pigsy ponder if throwing himself into lava would be less painful.

However, the pig kept his mouth shut since it was at the very least a distraction from worrying about MK. Plus, Li Na seemed to be having fun with it too, laughing along with every song or silly voice Sandy did. Despite his begrudgingly acceptance though, he felt overwhelmed with relief when they finally reached the first tread in the staircase and they could all rest a moment.

“Oh… my god… I think my legs… are gonna fall off,” Mei wheeled before she collapsed to the ground. “How many more staircases do we got?”

“Trust me, Mei, you don't wanna know,” Tang warned, sitting down with a wince.

Pigsy noticed that and immediately took action to start massaging Tang's ankles, which got him a pained smile in return.

“Haha… yeah… we got a long day ahead of us, but pacing ourselves is everything! So we're gonna take a nice, long break to drink some water, eat some granola, and take it easy,” Sandy instructed, removing his massive backpack while Li Na started to wiggle and whine. “Ope-! Right after we get this little one settled too.”

Pigsy naturally perked up, watching carefully as Sandy undid his wrap and freed the now crying infant. Pigsy now recognized it was her hungry cry, and so instantly got out her bottle and formula– before realizing he had no water or way to heat it up safely. Granted, it didn't have to be warm, but Li Na was in a phase right now where she refused it cold or even room temperature. Then again, this place was boiling hot, so… maybe it would work..?

“Oh dip, snack time?” Mei asked the frozen pig.

“Y-yeah, I just– um…” Pigsy stared down at his hands.

“Oh-! Here, I can make it for you if we trade,” Sandy offered, and they swapped almost instantly.

“Hey, hey, it's okay Li Na, it's okay– I know it's hot and you're hungry– but we have milk, you'll be okay,” Pigsy tried shushing her, which seemed to actually work, her little body relaxing ever-so-slightly against Pigsy's chest.

Tang hummed with a tired smile behind him, resting his head on his husband's shoulder before stroking Li Na's cheek.

“Oughhhh, you guys are so stupid cute– even when she's crying! How is this even legal?” Mei doted on her.

Sandy chuckled. “Maybe one day you'll have one of your own and maybe then it'll be fair,” he said, measuring the powder with the scoop while Mo made his way over to the girl.

“But right now it's not! And MK's not even here–” Mei suddenly stopped herself and started petting Mo. “It’s not fair.”

Pigsy winced at the mention of MK, which made Tang sit up. “You feeling okay, hon?”

“M'fine, just–” Pigsy sighed. “I'm just tired.”

Sandy gave his friend a look of pity before offering the bottle. “This will help her stop at least.”

Pigsy took it, despite accurately predicting Li Na wouldn't like it, kicking it away and wailing loudly in protest.

“What? Is she not hungry?” Tang asked, making Pigsy's eye twitch.

“Of course she's hungry, Tang, it just ain’t warm enough for her,” he sighed heavily.

Tang gave an exasperated sigh as well. “As if being on a flaming mountain isn’t good enough for her.”

“Oh, well– I, uh… I might be able to warm it up, if you want,” Mei offered, still stroking Mo’s chin as he purred.

Pigsy bit his cheek, uncertain but ultimately deciding it was worth a shot before handing the bottle over. The girl took the bottle in one hand, trying to start a fire in the other. However, it didn’t seem to be working for once, causing Mei’s frustration to rise with each failed snap.

“C’mon stupid flame, just fucking light already,” she cursed, making Pigsy and Tang exchange a glance.

Sandy sensed the tension “Mei, you don’t have to do this, I’m sure we can think of something else–”

“No! I can do this! I just gotta–” Mei snapped her fingers once again, and this time a massive green flame shot up. “Shit–!” She cursed, instantly dropping the bottle to the ground (thankfully causing the flame to die out too). “S-sorry– sorry, I can do it– I have it all under control, it’s fine, I just–”

“Mei, it’s okay, we can figure something else out,” Sandy insisted, but Mei just picked up the bottle and started walking up the stairs again to a nearby stream of lava.

“Mei–! Wait! Be careful!” Tang instantly stood and called out to her, but the girl didn’t listen, continuing to walk until she was barely away from the melted rock, where she simply crouched down and held the bottle above.

Pigsy stayed sitting on the ground, semi-trapped by the still-screaming infant in his arms, but he watched with an immense hollow feeling in his chest. Mei was in trouble, MK was in trouble, Li Na was in trouble– but again there wasn’t a single thing he could do– why did he call himself a dad again?

Mei came back in not too long– though she smelt a lot more like smoke and had soot stains all over her white jeans, but she still handed over the bottle with a nearly uncanny grin. “Here you go, Piggy.”

Pigsy looked at her. “Mei, what is this? What are you doing?”

Mei scoffed. “What are any of us doing? Climbing a stupid mountain to get to MK,” she retorted, crossing her arms and looking up, while Pigsy just shook his head and tried cleaning off the bottle before finally giving it to Li Na.

However, the head shake just set her off again. “Ugh, we're going too slow– I have to get to MK before something happens. I'll catch you at the top,” Mei waved them off and bounded up the stairs once more.

“Mei, hold on–” Sandy quickly grabbed his bag once more and went to go after her, before seeming to remember there were other people there.

He looked at them, then back up at the stairs, before backing down. “She just needs some space for now, I'm sure,” he said, though Pigsy wasn't sure his friend actually believed that.

“This is… really bad, isn't it?” Tang laughed nervously, looking at both the chef and Sandy.

“We can fix this, I know we can. We just… need to get up this mountain,” Sandy's cheerful disposition faltered ever-so-slightly.

“And then what?” Pigsy scoffed. “For all we know, Mei's right and while we're stuck here some destiny bullshit is happening. Hell, by the time we get there, I bet MK is just going to be even worse,” he spat, looking away bitterly.

“Pigsy–” Tang tried placing a hand on his shoulder, but the chef shook it away– which he instantly regretted when it made Li Na whine.

“Sorry, sorry– I just–...” Pigsy glanced at Tang before closing his eyes. “I know there's nothing we can't get through together… but when his ‘destiny’ or mentor keeps isolatin’ him, I just… I just don't know what to do,” Pigsy looked at Li Na tiredly.

Tang knelt and pressed a kiss on Pigsy's forehead. “I know how you feel, hon– it's terrifying and I just– I hate it so much.”

Pigsy sighed, nuzzling his head against Tang's chest before his husband wrapped him into a soft hug.

“Self isolation is a nasty habit for sure,” Sandy looked at and quickly scooped Mo back up again. “It’s not going to be easy to combat it… but with work I know we can get through to him.”

“Always the optimist,” Pigsy snorted weakly.

Sandy chuckled a little. “Someone has to be.”

Pigsy couldn’t argue with that, swapping the now empty bottle with a towel to burp Li Na, before glancing back up the steps, where he could see Mei stomping around.

“You should go to her, Sandy,” he spoke up, but his friend shook his head.

“We need to plan what to do about MK together– she's his family too,” Sandy said.

“She's just as much a kid as MK, she doesn't need all that pressure either,” Pigsy argued.

“She's his best friend, Pigsy. She's going to worry and want to do something no matter what,” Sandy gave the pig a look so tender it actually made the chef want to cry.

“W-well, um… either way, I don't like the kid bein’ by herself and I'm just holding you back, so, you know...” Pigsy sniffled, trying not to dwell.

“Oh, c'mon, don't be like that honey,” Tang rubbed his arm. “We’re all a team here, whether they know it or not.”

Pigsy nodded, ultimately agreeing with the sentiment. “Sorry, yeah, I just–”

“I know, hon. You’re okay,” Tang kissed his cheek.

The chef smiled.

Once Li Na was all burped and settled, she was wrapped back into Sandy's carrier, which she again protested. Thankfully though, all that eating must've tired her out as she fell asleep by the time they saw Mei halfway across a rope suspension bridge.

“Mei! Wait right there!” Sandy instantly called out, an unusual panic in his voice that made the other two adults pause before rushing with him.

Mei turned around, seeming annoyed more than anything. “Took you slow pokes long enough. C’mon, we gotta get going–”

“Mei, wait, that bridge isn't safe and you don’t have the right equipment or anything! You need to take it slow–”

“Sorry, but I'm actually trying to reach MK before my retirement,” Mei rolled her eyes and continued onward, not noticing how the bridge slanted a notable amount to the right, nor how some parts of the rope were frayed or how it was over a massive chasm or–

“Mei, are you trying to get yourself killed too?!” Pigsy shouted at her, running to the bridge’s start.

“I'm trying to get back to MK before it's too late, unlike you slowpokes,” Mei mumbled that last part, continuing forward until a loud CRACK broke through the mountain and Mei let out a shriek– the plank underneath her foot snapping in half and causing her to fall halfway before she managed to just barely catch the bottom rope.

“MEI!” All three of them shouted, Pigsy summoning his rake without even thinking and racing to her aid (ignoring Tang's loud sputtering protests and confusion).

“Pigsy! Y-your rake-! What if that counts as magic?! We can't be tracked!” Mei worried.

“Jesus– I don't fucking care! I'm not losing any of my goddamn kids! Just grab on,” Pigsy instructed, not comprehending how that could even be on her mind right now. Thankfully, Mei did still have enough sense to do as she was told and Pigsy pulled her back up on the bridge– though was quickly startled when Mei suddenly latched onto him and wouldn't let go.

“Woah, hey now, it's okay, kid. I got you.” Pigsy hugged her right back, his rake disappearing once more.

“P-piggy, I'm so sorry– I don't know what I was thinking– I–” Mei started to cry.

“Hey, it's okay, I got you, Mei, I got you. We'll make it across, everything’s okay,” Pigsy assured, finally looking back at his husband and best friend, who both looked like they just had the biggest heart attacks of their lives.

Once Sandy noticed Pigsy looking at him, he shook off his shock though, sighing a breath of relief before clearing his throat. “Right– okay– you two need to stay to the left of the bridge, alright? And watch out for creaking or too much rocking– take it nice and even!” Sandy instructed, and Pigsy nodded.

“You okay to stand?” he then asked the still trembling girl, who shook her head.

“I-I'm sorry Piggy, I'm sorry,” she kept crying.

“Hey, it's okay– we can talk on the other side, okay? I got you, everything'll be alright.” Pigsy gave a squeeze for emphasis and eventually Mei nodded and slowly let go. However, the second Pigsy was up and standing again, Mei held his hand tight. The chef didn't mind, though, letting her hold on as they followed Sandy's instruction until they were back on solid ground and waiting for the others to cross.

The pair didn't speak while they waited, though Mei wrapped her arms around one of his and buried her head in his shoulder. Pigsy did his best to try and comfort her, though was constantly watching and worrying for Tang, Sandy, Mo, and Li Na.

Thankfully, everyone made it just fine– though the second Tang was across he grabbed Mei's shoulders and started shaking her.

“Long Xiaojiao, don't ever do that again!” he ordered before squeezing the daylights out of her.

“I-I'm sorry Mr. Tang, I-I don't know– I'm so scared– MK– he isn't acting right– h-he–”

Tang hugged her tighter. “I know– god, I know… but what can we do?” Tang asked, eventually letting go and looking to Sandy, meanwhile Mei reattached herself to Pigsy's arm.

“Hey now, it's not too late, MK is still with us. We have time,” Sandy assured as he unwrapped his carrier once again, passing over the anxious infant to Tang, who rocked her.

“Yeah, but– but how much?” Pigsy glanced at Mei, who squeezed his arm tighter, burying her head.

Sandy had to think for a moment, which didn't make Pigsy feel any better.

“Look… it's not going to be easy, but MK is still here, we just have to keep assuring him we're here too. Even if it seems like fate or the universe is trying to pull us apart, we have to let him know we aren't going anywhere and– and that he means so much to us a-and–” Sandy started to get choked up, which made Mo start to purr and rub his head against Sandy's. “Right– right, sorry–”

“Sandy, it's okay, you can be scared too,” Pigsy assured, receiving a tearful smile of gratitude in response.

“R-right– well–” Sandy tried clearing his throat as a few tears fell quickly down his cheeks. “Well first, we'll make it up the mountain and help MK with anything he may need. After that, we'll be back in the truck for the second stone, and rest up. We don't want to pile too much on him too soon, but getting in some praise and affection would be good, I think,” he sniffled.

“But will it be enough?” Mei asked quietly.

“...I'll have a one-on-one meditation session with him tomorrow– try to teach him mindfulness and try to pass on wisdom about fighting inner demons. It’ll help him know he’s not alone,” Sandy nodded to himself.

“MK kinda hates meditation though– part of the ol’ ADHD thing,” Mei pointed out, fidgeting with Pigsy’s shirt sleeve.

“I know, but–... but I think with time and effort I could really get through to him,” the river demon tried to sound confident, but when Mei didn’t seem any more assured, he sighed. “I know how bad– how helpless it feels to watch someone go through this… but I know that Pigsy and Tang are right– there is nothing we can't fix together.”

“What about after the meditation?” Mei asked again. “What do we do then? H-how can we– can we make sure he doesn't– you know–”

Sandy smiled softly. “We just continue loving him the best we can, Mei, that's all we can do– until we find a trained professional for him, that is.”

“Right… right, okay,” The dragon girl sniffled, glancing up at Pigsy for reassurance, to which the demon kissed her head.

“We're gonna make that kid feel so fucking loved he won't know what hit ‘im,” the chef joked a little too.

“And we'll also make sure to take care of ourselves in the meantime too,” Tang added, and Mei instantly nodded.

“R-right– I know, I'm so sorry– I didn't mean to– I just–”

“We know, kiddo, just don't scare us like that again.” Pigsy moved to wrap his arm around the girl's shoulders.

Mei’s eyes went to the ground. “I mean... I didn't– I know you've said it before, but… I didn't think you actually thought of me like I’m your kid,” she chuckled weakly.

“What can I say? We're huge saps,” Pigsy chuckled too and gave her another tight squeeze.

Mei snorted, nuzzling closer as she did.

“And– uh– for the record, I– um… I’m very fond of you too, Mei,” Sandy added, making Mei finally break the embrace to give Sandy a hug of his own.

“I love you too, ya big ol’ teddy bear,” Mei said, causing the river demon to laugh and embrace her back.

Pigsy could see his friend was on the verge of crying again, but he didn’t say anything and instead made his way closer to Tang before asking how he and Li Na were holding up.

“Oh, you know… little sore, little exhausted, but a little better, too,” Tang chuckled nervously while Li Na grasped her baba’s thumb.

“You thinkin’ you’ll be able to make it up the rest of the mountain? It’s a long way to go still,” Pigsy asked.

“Are you offering to carry me?” Tang batted his eyelashes.

Pigsy rolled his eyes and pushed him away playfully. “Not if you keep doing that.”

The scholar laughed, though it didn’t last too long. At first Pigsy just assumed he was tired, but his eyes had an intense focus on Li Na before he suddenly asked–

“Pigsy?”

The chef straightened up. “Yes?”

“Tell me everyone’s going to end okay– that MK, and Mei, a-and Li Na are going to be alright.”

Pigsy’s heart melted. “MK, Mei, and Li Na are gonna be just fine, Tangy–”

“Promise me.” Tang looked at him.

Pigsy hesitated, glancing at Sandy, then Mei, then Li Na before going back to his husband.

“I… I promise, Tang. Everyone’s gonna go home just right,” he said, placing a hand on his husband’s shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

Tang’s face relaxed into a tired and slightly goofy smile. “Thanks, hon. I-I just– thank you.”

Pigsy smiled and kissed his cheek, before turning to the others. “We ready to get going?”

“Oh-! Yeah! Don’t wanna leave him hanging for too long” Mei immediately bounced up, and once Li Na was back and wrapped up with Sandy, they started making their way up the mountain once more.

The hike ended up lasting until just about sunset, and with Pigsy having to carry Tang for a little over half the distance because of his weak ankles. It wasn’t great for the pig demon’s back by any means, but Sandy was already carrying his massive hiking emergency bag, Mo, and Li Na, so he sucked it up. It was also better than even entertaining the thought of leaving his husband behind, so while it was difficult, he endured knowing it would be worth it.

…Which was why when Wukong grabbed MK and immediately flew away again the second the group reached the top, Pigsy felt angry enough to tear the immortal limb-from-limb.

It wasn’t helped that from the brief moment Pigsy actually saw his son, there was this… this cloudiness behind his eyes that hadn’t been there before. It was new– it had to have been new– Pigsy wouldn’t have missed it if it had been there at the restaurant or in the van–

Something bad happened to his son while he was out of reach.

“Well… uh… back down we go, I guess, huh?” Tang tried to lighten the mood, elbowing Pigsy to try and get him to join in.

Pigsy didn’t have it in him, though. Instead, he stared at Sandy, starting a silent conversation.

He’s worse, the chef’s eyes said.

I know.Sandy looked back with pity.

Why does this keep happening?

I don’t know.

Why can’t he just be okay? Why can’t he stay with us?

I don’t know that either, Pigsy. But we’re sticking to our plan as a team, no matter what. We'll figure this out.

Pigsy took a deep breath and nodded.

Right. You’re right.

Sandy smiled weakly. Of course I am. Let’s get going. Can’t leave him alone for too long.

“Right… right. Let’s get going,” Pigsy said, and after scooping Tang up once more, they started down the mountain again with equal parts worry and determination to fix what was wrong as a team.

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24hlevi · 1 year ago

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— drunk walk home

nico robin (one piece) x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: robin helps you back to the ship after a night spent drinking with zoro

warnings: language

wc: 1.2k

you should've known better than to drink on the island with zoro who could drink multiple bottles and hardly be tipsy whereas you drink one and you're on the floor passed out. but, he kept insisting that you needed a reliever, so you listened and went with him. the bar was decent, not a lot of people which you liked, and the drinks were better than you expected. the only downside was the fact zoro kept ordering more rounds for you both, which left you where you are now, stumbling beside him trying to find your way back to the boat.

“do you even know where we're going?” you asked the male, words slurring together as you spoke.

“not a damn clue,” zoro answered, almost falling onto you.

“hey, don't fall on me! i won't be able to drag your ass back to the boat!” you pushed him a little bit.

“are you calling me fat?!” he exclaimed.

“what?! i never said that!” you retorted loudly.

“you did!”

“did not!”

“did!”

“not!”

you pushed zoro again, except this time, you lost your balance in the process and was about to fall face first into the ground until you didn't. you were waiting for the impact that never came, and at first you thought somehow, zoro caught you. but, when you looked up to see who actually did, a smile instantly pulled at your lips.

“robin! you saved me!” you said happily.

“haven't i told you to not go drinking with zoro when we reach an island?” robin asked, pulling you back up to your feet.

“oh it's just one time! i’m completely fine! right zoro?” you responded, turning to look at zoro who was now gone.

“you could hurt yourself, you know,” robin told you.

“but thankfully you were here to save me!” you smiled still, stumbling over your own feet while trying to remain standing still.

one of robin’s hands moved to your waist to steady you in place, noticing your stumbles as she shook her head, “let's head back to the ship,” she said.

“aw fine,” you pouted, starting to walk only to stumble around again.

robin caught you, again, and pulled you closer to her with one of her hands so she could make sure you wouldn't fall. you looked up at her as she led you back to the boat, smiling.

“i’m so glad you stuck around,” you told her randomly.

robin looked down at you with confusion, “what do you mean?” she asked.

“i mean i’m glad you decided to stay with us. i know we can be a handful, but i’m happy you stayed,” you answered, one of your hands reaching for her other free one.

you've had a crush on robin for a while now, but never said anything out of fear despite nami constantly insisting that it would work out fine. little did you know that robin felt the same way and was also struggling with poor nami trying to convince one of you to just confess to the other.

“i’m happy i did too,” robin smiled down at you, watching you fiddle with her hand.

“have i ever told you how you're my favorite?” you said, “but don't tell sanji, he thinks he is.”

one of her eyebrows raised at your words, not being able to tell if this was the truth and was now coming to the surface because of the alcohol, or if it was strictly the alcohol in general. “am i?” she asked.

“yep!” you nodded. “you've always been my favorite since i've met you! i've never told you because of me being a coward even with nami saying that it would be fine but i couldn't! it's just- you're so pretty and i could never stand a chance so i never said anything! i mean, even zoro saw through me earlier tonight! i’m doomed!” you ranted slightly, not entirely realizing what you were saying as you looked down at her hand in yours.

robin suddenly stopped walking, her arm stopping you as well as she looked down at you. “y/n, do you have feelings for me?” she asked.

the look on your face as she asked that question was almost amusing at how you looked like a deer caught in headlights. “oh, well, uhm, i uh, well, yes,” you answered, now feeling dead sober. “oh my gosh i just fucked this up, didn't i?” you asked aloud.

“you didn't mess anything up,” robin said, both of her hands now holding your face. “i have feelings for you too, y/n.” she smiled at you.

now your face looked shocked, “you do?” you asked.

“yes,” she nodded. “i have for a while, and was also speaking with nami on the matter.”

“really?” you asked again, not believing it was true.

robin let out a chuckle and nodded again, “yes,” she told you.

there was a silence that filled around the two of you, and you looked at her with a small smile growing on your face. “can i kiss you?” you asked her.

she didn't reply, but instead leaned forward and kissed you first. your smile instantly grew as you kissed back, your hands moving to wrap around her neck when she pulled away.

“shall we head back to the ship now?” robin asked you.

“if i get to sleep in your bed with you,” you answered.

“of course,” she nodded.

“then yes! let's go back!” you said happily, pointing to the direction of the docks.

robin chuckled and held onto your hand while beginning to walk again towards the ship with you following right beside her with a bright smile on your face.

when the two of you made it back to the ship, somehow zoro found his way back and was already sleeping. nami was awake when she saw you two get on the ship, immediately seeing your hands holding onto each other and she gave a thumbs up with a small smile to robin who was taking you to her room on the boat.

you immediately laid on the bed once you saw it, still smiling lightly as robin situated herself next to you on the bed, looking over at you. you glanced over at her and rolled over onto your side, smiling at her.

“so, does this mean we're like, together now?” you asked her.

“if that's what you want, then sure,” she nodded.

“of course that's what i want,” you told her.

“then we are,” she said, kissing your forehead.

robin then turned the light off and looked back at you, “good night,”

when you didn't respond, she knew you had already fallen asleep and let out a chuckle. she pulled the blanket onto you both and rested her head on the pillow, smiling at your sleeping figure. she could hardly believe this somehow worked, but she was happy that it did. it meant neither of you would have to worry and stress about the other possibly not feeling the same. and that was nice. also for nami to not have to deal with watching you two struggling the whole time. that was also nice for her.

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miniwheat77 · 2 years ago

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Virgin. (Soap x Reader)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, p in v sex, explicit language, near death, reader being allergic, blood, violence

(Summary): Soap can’t believe you’re a virgin.

You shove Soap away from you with a roll of your eyes. “Fuck off Johnny.” You laugh. Soap laughs in amusement “Oh come on, I’m not the only one completely surprised by the fact that you’re still a Virgin right?” You cross your arms. “Yeah. Well. Thanks to you, everyone knows now.” You narrow your eyes at him. “Give me a break! It was crazy to find that out, I mean, how old are you again?” You roll your eyes. “M’not telling you.” He laughs. “Mid twenties and still a Virgin.” He laughs. “You know, I shouldn’t be talking to you about this. You’re my coworker.” You roll your eyes. He chuckles. “Yeah yeah whatever, say what you will. But I’m a friendly guy, it’s easy to talk to me about stuff.”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind your secrets getting spread around base.”

“M’sorry okay? It was barracks talk between the guys.” You scrunch your face up in disgust. “Oh god!” You shake your head. “I don’t wanna know.” You plug your ears, hurriedly walking away from him. He laughs, watching you walk away. You were right, you didn’t want to hear what they had said about you. It was nasty. You were currently staying on a military base in Iran. It was a tiny base that was hidden deep in the desert, hidden away to look abandoned. There was at least one person on watch at all times. The facility was locked down pretty tightly which was nice.

You took over watch for Soap, and Ghost took over watch for you.

Upon finding out you were a virgin, you got stares from everyone. Even the few women on base. It made you feel uncomfortable. Everyone stared at you like you were a piece of meat. Even some of the men had become a little friendlier to you.

You sat in the tiny mess hall, sipping at an energy drink you’d smuggled in. Eyes bloodshot and red. You couldn’t sleep. It was late, Ghost had taken over watch for you. “Why aren’t ya asleep Lass?” Soap’s voice startles you just slightly. “Ah, can’t sleep.” You say. He nods his head, sitting across from you. “Why aren’t you asleep?” You ask. “Wanted something to drink.” He shrugs. You nod your head. “Why can’t you sleep?” He asks. You shrug. “I don’t know. Just… thinking.” You laugh. “I got a question, and don’t be mad.”

“You’re going to ask me about my virginity aren’t you.”

“Yes.” You roll your eyes, leaning onto your hand and looking at him. “Why? I don’t understand. You religious or something?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“What the deal than?”

You laugh. You wondered why he pushed so hard. “My mum always told me to be aware of what people’s true intentions were. In school, whenever anyone found out I was a Virgin, they’d try to get close to me. Wanting to date me all of the sudden. I hated it so I just kept it a secret and waited for the right person to come along. I mean.. I don’t really feel that way now. I just wanna get rid of it so people around here will stop looking at me the way they do. Hate it.” You laugh. He nods his head. “I understand. Just remember, nobody is forcing you to do anything and if they do I’ll have their head.” You laugh. “I appreciate it.” You mumble.

———

“Soap, you mind staying with Y/N while the rest of us go on a mission for a few days?” Price asks. “Uh.. sure, what’s wrong with Y/N?” He asks. “She’s runnin a fever, can’t have her out there sick like that.” Soap nods his head. This was the first he’d heard about it. He wondered why you hadn’t said anything. The rest of them hurry, packing up their stuff. They were limited on time. After Soap wishes them luck, he makes his way to your room.

He knocks, but gets no answer. “Y/N? Answer the door or I’m coming in.”

He hears nothing, worry growing in his chest. He sighs, opening the door. You’re laying on your back, skin pale. You’re breathing but it’s shallow and when he feels your head, you’re burning up. “Shit.” He groans. He lifts you out of the bed, and walks down the hallway with you.

A harsh gasp leaves your lips, pulling yourself out of the water. “What the hell!” You shriek. “There you are, love.” He smiles, wiping your hair from your face. “Soap what the hell? Why am I in here?” Your teeth chatter. “You had a fever, found you barely alive in your room.” He laughs. “What?” You breathe. “Hold still,” he moves toward you, syringe in hand. “Woah! Get that away from me!” You swirl away from him, ice water spilling out of the tub. “Y/N. You got bit by a bug that was either poisonous or you’re allergic to. You need to let me do this.” He looks at you, unimpressed look on his face. “What the hell is it?”

“Epinephrine.”

“Why do we have that on base?”

“Why wouldn’t we have this on base?” He glares. You nod your head, feeling bile growing at the back of your throat. When his warm hand touches your thigh, a whimper leaves your lips. His warmth was amazing, the cold water nipped at your skin. He pinches the skin on your thigh together, noticing your flinch when he injects it. “Good girl.” He breathes. “You’ll feel better soon.” He splashes the top of your thigh to wash the blood off and you whimper at the cold water. “Sorry Lass.” He breathes. “For what?” His ears turn a little red and his cheeks have a very slight sheen of pink on them. “You were only wearing that when I pulled you out of your bed.” He blushes. Only now do you realize the thin white cotton panties and cropped tank top you slept in. The water made them transparent and he could see the dark circles of your hard nipples through it, the way the water made your panties grip at your opening. When Soap was prepping the water for you, he had to force himself to look away, stealing slight glances. “I-it’s fine,” you blush. “Just try to stay in there a little longer okay? Your fever is almost gone.” You nod your head. You let your head rest against the tile, taking a deep breath. Your teeth chatter and Soap steals more glances. Damp hair, almost naked. He breathes hard.

“So.. you’re a virgin. But.. have you done anything?” He asks. You shake your head. He’s trying to distract you. “Have you ever even had a boyfriend?”

Your cheeks burn in embarrassment. “No.” You breathe. He chuckles. “Damn.” He laughs. Your teeth are chattering harder and you’re breathing hard. “Ah- Soap.” The way you whimper his name has him hardening pathetically in his cargo pants. “Hm?”

“I.. I can’t take much more.” You tilt your head back. Your tone of voice is almost too much to bare, that desperation so clear in your voice. “Just a little more dove. Three more minutes.” He’d been keeping a timer on his watch. You hold your eyes closed, panting. Chest rising and falling. The way you looked, wet hair, transparent clothes. It was too much. “I’ll go get you a towel,” he excuses himself. He has to adjust himself as he walks away. “Fuckin hell MacTavish. Get it together.” He mumbles. When he comes back with a towel, you’re hurrying out. “Can’t take anymore.” As soon as you put weight on your feet, your knees buckle but Soap is quick to grab a hold of you. “Got you sweetheart.” He chuckles, lifting you up. He wraps the towel around you, he’s holding you up bridal styles. You’re dripping wet, soaking him. “Sorry.” You blush. “No worries, s’just water. Little water never killed anyone.” He smiles. His voice was so deep.

He’d really done all of this? Helping get your fever down, carrying you around. “Where are you going?” You ask as he passes your room. “Gonna let you stay in my room. Gotta figure out what bit ya.” He says. You nod your head. He goes to lay you down. “Wait! M all wet Soap.” You gasp as he lays you down, lifting yourself up. “I can change my sheets, I’m just checking your room okay?” He laughs. “Are you okay Y/N?” He asks. “I.. I’m fine.” You look down. In reality you didn’t want his warm hands to move away from your freezing skin. “Just sit tight for a minute okay?” You nod your head. “How do you know something bit me?” You ask in confusion. “Uhh..” he blushes. “Saw a red ring on your hip.” You nod your head. He disappears afterward.

You shiver on his bed for a while and eventually he walks back in. “Couldn’t find anything, but if it’s poisonous we should probably bug bomb your room.”

You sigh. “So.. what am I gonna do in the meantime? What’s that mean?”

“Gonna have to bug bomb it, make sure everything is dead, wash all of your clothes and bedding and stuff.” You groan. “Where am I gonna stay?” You ask. “Well.. who do you trust the most in the task force?” He laughs. “Oh god. I have to stay with someone? There’s no extra room?” You say. “Nope. The only other 2 girls on base are already sharing a room because they were friends before the military.” You nod your head. “You can stay with me.” You nod your head. “Okay..” you laugh. “Appreciate it, Johnny.” You breath. “Course, no worries.”

“Also.. I should’ve stabbed your leg before I put you in the ice bath but I didn’t know where the epi pens or vials of epinephrine were.” He blushes. “Eh. It’s fine. Sounds like you didn’t have much of a choice.” You laugh. You’re still covering your front with you arms. Your undergarments had pretty much dried by now, but you were still self conscious. “Uh.. here.” He passes you a shirt. “You can wear it since you won’t have any clothes. When the others get back I’ll ask them where everything is.” You nod your head. “Wait, when they get back? Where’d they go?”

“On a mission.” You nod your head. “So.. no one’s been keeping watch?” You ask. “Making sure you didn’t die, Bunny.” He laughs. You freeze up a little bit. “Bunny?” You ask. “Uh.. yeah. Don’t like it?” He blushes. “No, I like it a lot actually. It’s cute.” You laugh. You slip the shirt on over your head. “Well. Get some sleep n I’ll take watch.”

You smile. “Thank you Johnny.” You breathe. “Course, we fight together. I always got your back.” He smiles. “I’ll always have your back too.” He nods his head, smile on his lips as he turns around to leave. When he closes the door behind, you release a deep breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You change the sheets on his bed and lay down. Taking in the scent of his blankets. He smelled so good. It was intoxicating. You stared at the ceiling for a while, thinking to yourself. He’d done all of that without even batting an eye. Putting you into an ice bath, checking your room. Searching for an epipen. The more you think about it, the more you realize just how much he did for you. Always looking out for you on base and during missions. The amount of times he’d killed for you, the amount of times he’d almost died for you. He’d been shot a couple times defending you. You’d thought for a long time. Who did you trust? Who did you feel the safest around?

You had your answer.

You emerge from Soaps room. Walking quietly up the steps to get to the roof. You take a deep breath, palms growing a little sweaty. You open up the door to the rooftop. “Bunny, what’re you doing?” He was in full gear, he always looked so sexy. You don’t say anything, creeping your way over to him. “Um.. everything okay?” He asks, he goes to stand up from the flimsy metal chair, but you push him back down by his chest. “Woah-“ he laughs, but it doesn’t last long. You put one leg to the side, sliding yourself into his lap. He takes a deep breath, drawing himself back. “I- I don’t understand.” You smile. “Been thinking lately.” You play with the hem of his shirt under his vest, grasping the zipper at the top and dragging the zipper down slowly. “Who I trusted the most, who would be the gentlest with me.” You sigh. “I think that person is you.” You breathe and he lifts his hips up, raising you into the air with ease as he adjusts himself in the chair. He shows you exactly what you want to see.

He could manhandle you if he really wanted to. Yet was still so gentle with you. “Don’t get yourself into something you can’t get out of Bunny.” He breathes. “M’not getting into anything alone, MacTavish.” You smile. Leaning into him. Your lips brush against his ever so slightly. “Is this some sort of test hm?” He asks. “What test do you think this is?”

He shrugs. “Not a test Johnny. Just..” you take a deep breath. “I want you to take my virginity.” You breathe. He stares at you, eyes burning into yours, darkening. His pupils are blown out, he’s turned on. “That’s a big responsibility. You sure you trust me with it?” He smiles. “Mhm, haven’t ever felt this way about anyone before. You lift yourself up, adjusting yourself in his lap. He groans. “Have to warn you…” he licks his lips. “Can’t control myself when something feels good. Might be a little rough.” He breathes. “S’okay..” you breathe. “I’ll do my best to be gentle. You trust me yeah?” He slides his hands under his shirt that you wore, rubbing his huge, calloused hands over your hips onto your ass and you started to squirm a bit. You nod your head eagerly. He pushes you off of him, you stand up. “Why don’t we go to my room yeah?” You nod your head. He lifts you up, walking down the stairs with you. He pushes open the door to his room, laying you down on his bed. This is where the nervousness really began to set in. There was no going back now.

He hovers overtop of you. “Don’t have any condoms.” He breathes. “S’okay..” you breathe. He smirks. He leans down into you, pushing your legs further apart with his body. You were starting to worry, he wasn’t showing any signs of affection. Just interest in your virginity which isn’t what you wanted. “Take a deep breath for me yeah?” You nod your head. He pushes the shirt up your hips, up over your chest. He helps you pull it over your head and that’s when he kisses you for the first time. Heat pools between your legs from just his deep kiss alone. He’s intoxicating. Your mind blurs, time seeming to move faster as he kisses down your chest and stomach. “You can stop me. Don’t feel obligated to let me do this okay?”

You nod your head, mind still fuzzy.

You’ve still got on the white cotton panties, and he runs his fingers over your mound through them, drawing a gasp from your lips. He leans in, sliding his tongue over the fabric, driving you insane. He was good at teasing. Your chest rises faster with each movement he makes, kissing and licking at your clothed core, the light friction drive you insane. He was having fun with it, enjoying the way you squirmed. You wanted to be touched by him. When he’s felt like you’ve had enough, he grasps the hem of your panties, pulling them down your legs. He slides his tongue over your sensitive nub, and you move your hips away from him. Drawing a deep chuckle from his lips. “Relax, I know it’s sensitive.” He smirk, grasping your thighs and holding them down. “Focus on me okay? Gonna make you feel real good about yourself.” He breathes, leaning in. He holds you still and you have no choice but to let him hold you there. You weren’t stronger than him, had no other choice as he buries his tongue between your folds. Flicking it back and fourth over your opening, flattening it over your clit. Your thighs shook slightly at how aggressive he was being. Not even you had shown your body that much attention.

It doesn’t take long until you’re crying out for him, tears filling your eyes from how overwhelmed you are. You’ve got a death grip on his Mohawk and he can’t help but love every second of this. You squirming beneath him. You were loving every bit of what he was doing to you, and it was only just a small fraction of what he had in store. “Such a good girl f’me.” He moans into your opening. He removes one hand from your thigh, moving the other over your pelvic bone to hold you still. He gathers your wetness on one of his fingers, sliding it into your opening. Your eyes widen and you let your head fall back into his bed, moaning out as he starts to pump it into you, curling it into your spongy spot. You weren’t going to last long. “Oh- fuck!” You gasp. Your thighs are shaking even more now, he’s pulling you closer and closer to your edge. His tongue is still assaulting your sensitive clit, and he adds another finger. You can barely form words as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge of pure ecstasy.

“I- Soap I’m gonn-“ a cry leaves your lips, and you buck your hips up into him. But he keeps going. Tongue furiously flicking over your clit, sucking gently at it. Fingers still moving inside of you. Your body shakes with your first orgasm of the night and you’re panting hard when he finally pulls away. Your eyes are still glossed over and you look fucking perfect to him. So fucking beautiful. He moves himself over you, lips going back to attacking yours as he ruts his clothed cock against your soaked entrance. He was turned on. “Can you take more, bunny?”

You nod your head. “Good girl.” He smiles. He works to remove his pants, sitting up off of the bed to pull them down his legs, discarding them elsewhere. Doing the same to his shirt. He moves himself between your legs, pupils still flared out in arousal. His cock is dripping at the tip. “Pretty girl.. gonna make you feel so good.” He breathes. He was huge and it worried you as he presses his tip against your opening. “S’okay. It’ll hurt a little at first okay?” He breathes. “Just relax for me.” He mumbles. You take a deep breath. His top pushes through your folds and your lips part slightly. He grasps his fingers in yours, entwining his fingers into yours and raising them over your head. “Give yourself to me.” He breathes, lips brushing over yours. He kisses you hard and you flinch as he sinks himself into you deeper. His lips don’t move away from yours as he’s sliding deeper, when he finally bottoms out inside of you, he pulls away and a gasp leaves your lips. “H-hurts Johnny,” you whimper, moving your hips uncomfortably. “It’ll feel better baby. Promise.”

He rocks his hips into yours slowly, wanting nothing more than to fuck himself into you until you were crying, but he’d hold himself back.

For now.

He slides out of you completely, sliding back in until you’re full again, another gasp leaving your lips. “Fuck, I feel so full when you do that-“ your eyes gloss over once again. The way your body reacted to him was crazy. He starts to thrust himself in and out of you as you grow used to him, and he’s moving at a slow but steady pace. You’re getting more used to him, and it’s even started to feel a little better. You’re quiet at first, watching the way his massive cock slides in and out of you, mesmerized by how much your body could take. But the more he fucked you, the better it started to feel. Small moans and whimpers started to leave your lips and the small amount of worry he had growing slowly started to fade away. He was worried he’d hurt you too bad, or maybe it just didn’t feel good. But all you needed was a little time to adjust to him and his size. “You gave your virginity to me baby, how do you feel?” He smiles, your cheeks turned pink at his tone. “Feels really good.” You whimper. “That’s my girl.” He smiles.

The more used to him you are, the better he feels. Stretching you perfectly. He was thrusting right into your sweet spot, your body was shivering from the pleasure. “Feels so good-“ you gasp, leaning up onto your elbows and letting your head fall back. “You’re so fucking tight.” He lowers his head, barely keeping himself together. Soap can’t even remember the last time he had sex, but this? Was unlike any other encounter he’d ever had. He was convinced you were made for him, how perfect you were on him. He’s fighting his high off, your moans sound perfect. Your skin is soft and comfortable and each time he touches you, he’s struggling to keep himself together. He pushes your thighs up a little bit, sliding deeper into you. He draws a gasp from you and you cry out as he fucks into you harder. “Can’t help myself. Forgive me.” He groans. He’s a little more rough than before, he’s chasing after his high, maybe he’s a little selfish for how bad he wants to cum inside you, but he can’t help it. You’re raking your nails across his back and he’s hissing, but he loves it. He loves the raw passion the both of you shared, despite never having any interactions like this before. You showed no sighs of ever being interested in him, he was taken so off guard when you approached him like this. But he didn’t mind. You were stunning and you wanted him. Who in their right mind would pass up in that offer?

He grasps your leg, moving it over the other until you’re on your side. He slides himself back into you, going a little deeper than before, pulling even more moans and whimpers from you. His hands glide over you, your chilly skin being warmed by his hands rounding the curve of your ass as he pounds his hips into yours. He’s got beads of sweat traveling down his face. His lower stomach is clenching up so much, he can barely hold on. His cock is begging for release, and you were perfect. Perfect for that. He pushes down on your hips, pounding his cock into you until you’re crying out for him, thankful nobody else was around to hear you. The sounds coming from his room were sinful. “So close- so fucking close.” He growls. “Johnny- fuck!” You cry out, lifting your hips into his. “Gonna fill this sweet pussy. Gonna make you feel so good.” He groans. He’s right on the edge. You start to tighten around him and he knows you’re getting close. He groans out even louder than before. A mewl leaves your lips and he knows you’re right there with him. “Cum for me sweetheart. Give it to me.” He breathes, breath hot against your face as his lips glide over yours. Strings of saliva connecting the both of you as he pulls away.

A cry leaves your lips as you finally cum around him, your second orgasm more intense than your first. Your tightening around him sending him over the edge and he thrusts hard, hips halting as a string of cries leave his lips as he fills you. “Fuck Babygirl.” He pants, sliding himself out of you before collapsing next to you. You’re both breathing hard. Sweat and cum covering the both of you. The both of you have blushing red skin, flushed cheeks. Soap is still trying to get his breath back. “You’re fuckin stunning you know that?” He runs his hand along your hip. You smile. “Thank you. You’re stunning too.” You giggle. “I mean it.” He smiles. “Are you okay?” He asks. You nod your head. “Just.. can’t believe it.” You blush. “It’ll start to set in here pretty quickly.” He smiles, kissing you again. “Cmon, let’s go get something to drink, yeah?” You nod your head, standing up.

You blush, feeling his cum start to run down your legs. “I um.. need to clean up first.”

He notices the way he runs down your inner thigh. “Eh. Maybe another round wouldn’t hurt, ah?” He smirks.

This is also not proofread I’m being lazy today XD

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takiberry · 11 months ago

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𐙚ᝰ.ᐟ Coffee Breath : WY

౨ৎ˚⟡.•☕️ can we PLEASE get a restraining order

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“if you don’t mind me asking.. what happened with you and your.. ex girlfriend.. “ you asked as you took a sip of your drink while looking at the boy across from you. who had been seated with you and your friends for a while now as it was basically a “day off” for him, he nearly choked on his strawberry cake as he put his phone down, clearing his throat as your friends gave him a bit of a concerned look. “you good?” maki said as he pat nicholas’ back, who just nodded before speaking. “it’s a long story and i’d much rather save it for a time where she-“ “nicholas!!!” he sighed in annoyance as he, yourself and your friends looked at the woman now in front of your table , well .. mainly in front of nicholas but you get the thought, you have never seen someone look so hot when annoyed. ‘ok yn now why the fuck.’ you mentally slapped yourself before seeing that the girl kept trying to lean closer to nicholas. “aokia, can you get away from me.” nicholas said , now very visibly annoyed at the fact that aokia just would not leave him him, aokia pouted and huffed as she attempted to make herself look cute. “why? i thought you missed me!” she said as she tried to get on his lap, harua held his foot out and made the girl trip over, falling on the ground, you all held a laugh before composing yourselves, acting like nothing had happened.

“i don’t know if you’ve been sniffing coke, but i don’t miss ‘nor will i ever, not after what you did and how you treated me.” nicholas said as he sipped on his coffee and going back to having a conversation with you and your friends, who had been drinking and eating for the past few minutes. aokia scoffed as she looked at you, a hatred starting to creep up on her as she noticed how nicholas seemed genuinely happy speaking to you rather than herself. sure the break up between her and nico had been her fault, but of course her narcissistic behavior and selfish well being only cares about what she wants and that’s nicholas. “alright aokia, here’s your coffee now get out of my café, move along now!” euijoo had interrupted her thoughts as he handed her the drink and pushing her out the door, locking it and putting up the close sign, deciding it was best to close up for the day.

“that was.. eventful.” rené said as she took a bite of maki’s cheesecake, who had just spoonfed her as he nodded his head in agreement, nicholas sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “i’m sorry you guys had to witness that, she’s been bothering me for the past year after i broke up with her.” he said as his face grimaced at the memory of when he had broken up with her. you giggled and smiled at him, he felt his heart melt instantly, a dumb smile plastered on his face. “she seems annoying, i wouldn’t blame you for getting annoyed.” you said as you let jo take a spoonful of rice from your bowl, nicholas nodded as he chuckled. “yeah she’s.. well she’s something alright, in a bad way.” he said as a laugh left his lips, the rest of his friends coming to join you guys.

‘maybe i’ll give love a chance, one more time.’ nicholas thought to himself as he watched you giggle and smile away with your friends like no other.

📝 ╰┈➤ tini notiez : chap four already?? and HIS EX GIRLFRIEND?? uh oh 🤥..

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starboy-acer · 8 months ago

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"outlaw, traitor, exile" (chapter one)

(this is longer than most because this is a full fic on ao3!! please go check it out there if you prefer to read there! but if you prefer to read here and want to keep track of the chapters, follow the outlaw traitor exile tag!)

Captain Black was infamous on the seas of Mana. He was one of the newest and youngest Pirate Lords and everyone knew of his name. They knew his ship and the black sails that cast a shadow over any ship that he approached. They didn't know his face. They didn't know his real name. All the people of Mana knew were his title and the fear that he struck into their hearts.

Admiral Jay Ferin, daughter of the revered Jayson Ferin, was known by everyone in the oversea. She was known to be a lot more empathetic than her family. She cared for people. She didn't want to be feared. All she wanted was to make a change in the world. After getting reprimanded for the millionth time by her father for showing empathy for "criminals" who were just fighting for their freedom, she was sent to the sea and tasked with hunting down Captain Black.

Gillion Tidestrider, "Champion of the Undersea, Hero of the Deep", was exiled from the only place he knew. Since then, he's done nothing but get in trouble with not only the navy but pirates too. One night, he stumbles onto a large ship after escaping a fleet of Navy ships. Only to be met by Captain Black's shadowed face and his glowing smile.

"What do we have here?"

Captain Chip Black paces around the short blue man who washed up on his ship, his hand on the hilt of his sheathed sword. His long red coat dragged behind him and his matching hat tipped down at the perfect angle to cover his eyes. Gillion glanced at his hand on his sword, then at his lack of a shirt. His eyes traced over the flame-like tattoos across his chest as they swirled and spiraled. In the dark, it almost looked like they moved. Maybe they did, Gillion couldn't tell.

"Hello there! I am Gillion Tidestrider! Champion of the Undersea, Hero of the Deep. Sorry about the... intrusion. I'm just passing through. You know how it is." Gillion rambled on. Usually, when he jumped on a ship, he was attacked right away by either the Navy or pirates. The fact that this man was simply circling him like a shark scared him a little.

The man chuckled slightly. He stopped in front of Gillion. "I know who you are." He said with darkness in his tone. His voice was like shadows; it was dark, slow, and seemed to creep up on you and send shivers down your back.

"Oh?" Gillion questioned and laughed nervously. "Well, I don't know who you are. I am curious about how you know me but I guess that being a Champion gets you that kind of recognition!"

Suddenly, Gillion was pinned to the ground with a sword to his throat. He had no idea how or when this happened. Chip had managed to, without a sound and as quick as lightning, push the heavily armored triton to the ground. Chip knew who Gillion was. He knew what Gillion had been up to since he had been exiled. He knew that Gillion had somehow sunk plenty of ships of pirates that he knew and plenty of ships that he was seeking out. Gillion had somehow caused a rift in some of Chip's plans against the Navy. However, Gillion had absolutely zero clue that he had caused as much destruction as he had. He just thought it was bad luck that the ships kept sinking after he showed up and was attacked by them.

"You're the damn fish that's been sinking ships all over Mana." Chip's hat had fallen off in the altercation and now Gillion could see his full face. Gillion could now see his stubble that framed his mouth with shockingly white teeth along with his brown eyes that were now scowling at him. "Do you even know what you've done? All the plans that went to shit because of you? All the pirates that I recruited to my cause that lost their ships because of you?"

Gillion just stared at him, his eyes wide. "Uh. No. No, I didn't. Wait, what cause? Who are you?" Gillion was always moist, but now he felt like he was sweating. He had absolutely no clue how that worked, but it did. Chip looked at him in shock. Was this guy really that stupid? He had no clue what he had done. Was he lying? Did this fish not recognize Chip's ship or his sails? Chip leans up, still straddling Gillion so that he couldn't stand up. His arms drop to his sides and he squints at the fish man under him while a million questions run through his mind. Gillion just laid there like a rock. He, for once, had nothing to say. He didn't know what was going on.

"You really have no clue, do ya?"

Gillion nods and slightly shrugs as he replies, "I have no clue like most of the time." Chip scoffs to hide a laugh. Deciding that Gillion wasn't a threat, he stands. Chip puts his hat back on, but places it high enough where his face can be shown. Gillion stands up and brushes himself off.

Chip puts his sword away and crosses his arms, his entire figure lit up by the moon. Gillion took note of the swirling tattoos on his arms. They were definitely moving, no doubt about it. Chip noticed that Gillion was staring, hard. Chip walked up to Gillion and leaned down to look in his eyes. A light pink spread across the triton's face as he felt Chip's breath in his face. "What're ya starin' at?" Chip smiled.

"Your tattoos. They look like they're moving." Gillion stated as he took a step back. Chip looked down at the tattoos that flowed like water but were the color of fire. "Yeah, they're movin'."

"How?"

"You have an awful lot of questions."

"Yes. Now answer them."

"And if I don't?"

Gillion's jaw dropped and he looked in disbelief. This man was really testing his patience. "I, Gillion Tidestrider, will sink your ship!" He decided to declare.

Chip's eyebrow raised and he looked Gillion up and down. This was a 5'8 fish against a 5'10 pirate lord. Chip could not picture a timeline where Gillion would win this fight, and because of this, he did one of the stupidest things he had done thus far.

"Fight me then. The loser has to answer all the questions that the winner has." Chip smirked and Gillion's eyes lit up. If there was one thing that he was good at, it was battle. Gillion picked up his sword from the ground and then took off the glass bowl that he had at his side and set it to the side. "Pretzel, stay right there and watch, okay?"

"Pretzel?" Chip questioned while stretching.

"Win and I'll tell you who she is." Gillion took his battle stance.

Battered and bruised, Gillion stood over Chip. He pushed Chip's chin with the tip of his sword so that Chip was looking up at him. Gillion's lips turned up in a smile. "Still got it." He said triumphantly. He then pointed over to the glass bowl with the pink frogtopus spinning around and chirping happily. "That's Pretzel. My best friend and companion!" Gillion picks her up with his free hand and she squirms to rest on his shoulder.

Chip scoffed and pushed the sword out of his face. He stood up and brushed off the back of his coat. "I thought the loser answered the questions."

"Yes, that was the deal. I was just being nice." The fish man smiled and sheathed his sword. He was all bloodied and was breathing heavily, but he still kept a naturally positive aura about him. All Chip could think about was how useful this man would be as a part of his crew. He's strong and he's positive enough to boost morale on low days. It wasn't often that Chip got beat on his ship, but that fish somehow did it. That fish man, Gillion Tidestrider, beat Captain Black on his own ship and is still smiling. Frankly, Chip was amazed. He refused to show it, however, as he stood and adjusted his clothing. He gestured over to the starboard side of the deck where a square crate sat. Chip sat down on one side of it and Gillion sat on the other. Chip opened up the crate, pulled a dark green bottle out of it, and uncorked it as he took a swig. He closed the crate and set the bottle on top of it as it acted as a table between them.

"So, fish guy, what do ya wanna know?" Chip asked as he took another swig of the bottle. He offered it to Gillion, but he refused and looked up at the sky, pondering his questions.

"What is your name?"

Chip looked over at Gillion. He was almost baffled before he remembered earlier when Gillion very clearly had no clue who he was. "I'm Captain Black. My real name's Chip."

"Captain Black?" Gillion questioned. He had heard the name before, but he can't seem to remember where he heard it from (failed history check, obviously). Chip shook his head and chuckled quietly. It was almost refreshing to meet someone who had no clue who he was, but he found it funny nonetheless.

"Captain Chip Black. The lone survivor of the tragedy that struck the Black Rose pirates 'round a decade ago. Ring any bells?" Chip looked over at Gillion, still confused. "Youngest pirate lord in Mana at only nineteen years old? Seriously, that doesn't set off any alarms in your undersea mind?"

Gillion thought about it as hard as he possibly could. He looked to Pretzel and she chirped something at him that Chip couldn't understand. "You're right, Pretzel! That's where I heard that name last!" Gillion looked back over and Chip. "I've only heard your name on some of the ships we've come across. The last time I heard it was on a big Navy ship!"

Chip coughed as he fully turned his body to Gillion. "A big Navy ship? Please, do tell!"

"This big guy I had seen in the undersea right before my ex- I mean, before I left for my adventure! Yeah, that's what I mean. Anyway, big guy with orange hair and some other lady I had never seen before, also orange hair, were talking about you. Big guy seemed pretty angry at her. All I heard was 'YOU'RE NOT COMING BACK UNTIL YOU HAVE BLACK'S HEAD ON A STICK WITH YOU!'" Gillion stood and deepened his voice to imitate the voice of the man he was discussing. "But then these guys came up to us and tried to capture us, but Gillion Tidestrider refuses to be a prisoner! You can't imprison the champion of the undersea, after all. We managed to get off that ship before the big guy saw us. Few days later, we end up here!"

Chip's jaw seemed like it had hit the deck by the time Gillion had sat back down. Before he could come to any conclusions on who those people were, Chip had to ask some follow-up questions. "Wait, these orange-haired people, did you catch their names? Ranks? Last names? Any information about them?"

"I thought I was supposed to be asking the questions!"

"LISTEN, MAN," Chip yelled, maybe a bit too loudly. He collected himself and took a deep breath. "You can ask more questions in a second, but this is important. I need you to answer me. Do you have any information on who those people were?"

Gillion thought back to his surroundings on the ship. He remembered seeing a plaque beside the door to the room those people were in, but he was having a hard time remembering what it said. "There was a plaque next to the door. It said... Ad- Admiral? Admiral something..." Pretzel chirped up and then flapped her tentacles like wings. Chip didn't understand what she said, but he definitely knew what those motions were. His face went cold. "Ah, that's right! Admiral Ferin! And there was a bird engraved under it. The big guy also had a pin with this bird on it. Good eye, Pretzel!" Gillion stuck his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of fish to feed to Pretzel.

"Oh. My. God." Chip stood up and laughed as he ran his hand through his hair. Gillion felt his face slightly heat up at the sight of it, but he shook it off. "Hah! Admiral Ferin! THE Ferins are sending someone after ME!" Chip turned and crouched down to Gillion and squeezed his face. "You gorgeous fish, you! You just gave me SO MUCH information."

Chip stood upright again. To other pirates, having the legendary Ferins after you might seem scary. To Captain Black, it was nothing but good news. He's spent the past ten years trying to be the best pirate in Mana. He's been working his hardest to live up to the hype that came with the Black Rose pirates. He wanted nothing more than to make the late Arlin James, his mentor and almost-father figure, proud. Chip wanted to be not only a legendary pirate but a helpful one. His infamy comes from the liberation he's spread along his way. He's freed hundreds of people and handfuls of towns from the grasp of the Navy as they've encroached on neutral- and even outlaw- land lately. He saw the beginnings of tyranny bloom and decided to try and stomp it out before it bore fruit. Having the Ferins say his name, to have the Ferins hunt him down? That was his opportunity. This only proved to him that what he was doing was right. This proved to him that he was on the right path.

"I'm a little lost here," Gillion spoke up, snapping Chip out of his trance. "What is happening?"

"Gillion Tidestrider, do I have a story for you!" Chip smiled as he looked back over to Gillion. His smile then fell as he looked out to the dark horizon. "Oh, fuck."

Gillion stood up and looked in the same direction with a quizzical look on his face. "What? What do you see?"

Chip then quickly put his hat back on and rushed to the door to the below-deck cabins to gather his small crew of ex-Navy turned to his cause. "JOHN, GET THE CREW AND GET UP." Gillion could hear some mumbling before Chip started yelling again "IF THIS IS WHAT I THINK IT IS, THEN WE NEED TO BE READY TO EITHER FIGHT OR GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE."

"Chip, what can I do? What is happening?" Gillion asked with his hand on his sword as about five men came out from below deck. The first of them was a big, burly man with a tattered Navy uniform and what seemed to be tribal tattoos across his arms. The man looked at Gillion and then at Chip.

"Who is this, Captain?" He asked, his voice deep and gruff.

Chip looks at Gillion and back at the man then back at Gillion. "Gillion Tidestrider, meet my first mate, Marshall John. He's ex-Navy, lookin' to make a change in the world. John, this is Gillion. He washed up on the ship and beat my ass in a one-on-one then told me about how the Ferins are after me now, so he's stuck with us for now. Now, John, get the crew ready." Chip pulled out a spyglass and looked out to the distance as he spoke. "It looks like she's alone, so we're not gonna run just yet, but be ready to hoist the sails as soon as I say the word."

Marshall John nods and runs to direct the rest of the crew as Chip walks to the edge of the starboard. Gillion follows. "What is going on?! I'm so lost."

"Gillion," Chip gestures for Gillion to stand beside him and hands him the spyglass before pointing out in the distance. Gillion holds the spyglass up to his eye and Chip moves it to where he's pointing. "See that ship? Does that look familiar to you?"

Gillion took a second to look over the ship before spotting the Jolly Roger that was flying high. It was none other than the Navy's flag. He then caught a glimpse of orange before Chip took the spyglass from him. "Navy ships."

"Bingo." Chip just stared out at the ship as it got closer.

As it got closer, Gillion could clearly spot more orange. Then, he saw a face. Then, a shiver ran down his spine as bright blue eyes pierced his soul, even though they weren't looking at him directly. He looked at Chip, who had a cocky, bright smile across his face.

"Gillion Tidestrider, you're about to meet my very best friend," Chip said, sarcasm dripping from his tone.

"And who would that be?" Gillion asked, still clueless as to who this was.

"None other than the youngest Navy admiral and youngest of the most ruthless Navy lineage." He waved as the only other crew member on the Navy ship put down the anchor as the ship was now within range of Chip's. He cupped his hands around his mouth to project his voice farther.

"Jay Ferin! Good to see you, sureshot!"

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dumbblond3 · 1 year ago

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KISS ME MORE

Pairing: (Ellie x fem reader x Dina)

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, porn w some plot, pet names, oral (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving)

a/n: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! I really wanted this out in time for the holiday and I'm barely making it but it counts. This is the longest fic I've written and I'm really excited about it!! I hope you guys enjoy and please please lmk if you want a pt 2 I'd love to write one!

“God you guys are so cute I wanna barf”

Dina chuckles at your dramatics.

You’re splayed out across Ellie’s couch with her and Dina sitting close by cuddled up as always. You know it’s wrong to look at your friends this way- especially when your friends are dating each other but you can’t help it. Especially not now.

The three of you have been passing around a blunt for the better part of an hour you having a much lower tolerance than the two girls. You’ve only ever smoked with Ellie and Dina and every time you do your feelings for the girls become amplified.

In your high state, you’re hyper-aware of how soft Dina’s skin looks when Ellie brushes up against it or how plush Ellie’s lips look when Dina leans in to give them a kiss.

And they can’t help but notice the way you let your stare linger.

“You know you’re so cute when you get like this” Dina mutters as she sits up against Ellie’s chest. “What do you mean?” You say turning towards the pair. Dina leans in closer giving you a once-over. “I mean it’s cute when you get too high to hide the fact that you’re into us”

Your breath hitches at the feelings you’ve kept silent being said out loud and even Ellie seems surprised by Dina’s boldness.

You think about how dumb you must look with your mouth open like this and if it weren’t for your high you might actually do something to better hide your shock at her comment.

“W- what makes you think that?” You say exasperated after much too long of a pause. “Oh don’t play coy,” Dina smirks “We know you like us, babe” You do an even worse job of hiding your shock at this.

“That’s not- I don’t even know why you would-“ You fumble trying to think of what to say feeling utterly trapped between Dina’s lingering words and the stares of the two girls in front of you.

That’s when Dina makes a move sliding herself closer to you on the couch. Coming up to your right pressing herself into your side. “It’s ok hun you don’t have to lie, I think it’s pretty cute actually.”

At this point, you must be radiating heat as her hushed words in your ear only serve to make you more tense. You feel your cheeks heat up as the two girls close in. “What’s the matter, babe?” Dina says as she leans in closer you feel her breath fan across your ear “You nervous?”

You’re then surprised by Ellie’s presence on your left suddenly she’s making herself known. “Aww, I think she is” you hear Ellie say as her hands come up to rub your sides. “Is that right? Do we make you nervous?”

You can hear the smile in Dina’s voice as her teasing continues with both pairs of hands rubbing so sweetly across your body. You dumbly nod your head along with their words feeling the heat of your arousal sit itself deep inside your core.

As Ellie’s hands work to move your body so you’re sat against her back, Dina moves to cup the back of your neck pulling your face towards hers. Her fingers come to tilt your chin up, and with the close proximity, you can’t help but grow antsy shifting your eyes down.

“Nuh uh-” the fingers once lifting your chin come to grab your cheeks “Don’t look away I wanna see those pretty eyes” Dina says. A whimper escapes your lips as you struggle to hold eye contact silently pleading for Dina to make a move.

Suddenly her lips are on yours in a bruising kiss, and you’re pushed back against Ellie’s chest, her hands coming around to hold you in place.

You’ve never felt such passion before and suddenly your fear of being inexperienced comes rushing back to you and shyness seeps into your bones.

Both girls seem to notice this as you sink back into yourself a bit more. Dina separates from the kiss as Ellie coos in your ear “It’s ok baby, it’s just us” before leaving a small peck on the side of your neck.

Her words and actions have you melting as Ellie picks up her attack on your neck Dina is kissing you again. This time her wandering hands are making their way down your body, and soon her lips are following.

Before you know it Ellie is bunching up your skirt and holding your legs apart as Dina is eye level with your cunt. “These are some pretty panties huh?” Dina mumbles as she fiddles with the lacy bow on your underwear. It isn’t long before she’s sliding them down your legs.

“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen” Dina let’s out with a sigh as she stares. You can’t help but feel squirmy whining against Ellie’s hold. “Shhh shh shh” Dina says “Is there something you want baby?”

You can’t take the teasing- much less the prospect of the friends you’ve been pining after for years about to fuck you- so you simply squeeze your eyes closed throwing your head back on Ellie’s shoulder in frustration.

“If she’s not gonna use her words then I have a better plan for that mouth” You feel the vibration of Ellie’s chest as she speaks. Before you know if your panties previously discarded by Dina are making their way into your mouth.

You whine around your new found gag looking desperately between the two. “Much better huh?” Ellie whispers sultry in your ear.

Dina begins to scatter kisses across your thighs pushing you further into you’re needy state. Ellie’s watching intently over your shoulder as Dina finally makes her way to where you need her most. Soon her tongue is on you and the collective moan let out by the three of you is simply orgasmic.

Dina lapping at your folds is an entirely new experience, and when she wraps her lips around your clit you know it's over. "Mhmmm-" you pitifully whine around the gag in your mouth, causing Dina to hum against you the vibrations making you see stars.

"Her sucking and licking at your cunt is unlike anything you've ever felt simply lost in the pleaser thrashing at the overwhelming experience of Dina's tongue being everywhere.

"Maybe we should take the gag out" Ellie mutters, "I wanna hear those pretty noises." You nod your head in agreement with the girl's suggestion.

Unlatching herself from your overstimulated clit Dina replies "Sounds like a fine idea to me, I think we're gonna want to hear how she sounds in a second anyway." Your panties are swiftly removed from your mouth by Ellie and in the same second Dina slides a finger into your core.

"Di- Dina oh my god!" You can barely take it. The stimulation she's giving you with every curl of her fingers is becoming too much for you to take- so unused to this type of stimulation.

"Ah that's it babe" Ellie whispers in your ear moving her hands to hook the back of your knees keeping you spread so Dina can work. "Ellieee it's t-too much" You know you must sound so needy, but you can't do anything about it not when Dina's making you feel so good.

"Come on baby you can take it" Ellie leans in giving you a sweet kiss on the cheek. Dina's fingers are curling just right inside of you- hitting spots you didn't even know existed with such precision you suddenly wonder if she's ever made Eliie feel this way.

"Go ahead and cum for us hun, I know you want to." With the combination of Ellie's words and Dina's tongue, you're fully a mess. "Making the sweetest noises for us, you've got the sweetest pussy to match. Don't you wanna be our good girl and cum?" Ellie's teasing is persistent and it's working as the cord in your stomach is about to snap.

"I- hmmm oh god!" You can feel Ellie smile against your cheek as dinas fingers only increase in their intensity. "That's it baby cum for us cum" and oh do you.

With your head thrown back and jaw slacked you experience the most intense orgasm of your life, moaning at both the feeling and the praises pouring from both girls' lips.

"That's our baby-" "What a good girl, knew you could do it" "Thats it hun just keep cumming for us" "Such a sweet girl"

You are well and fully spent by the end of it, shaking like a leaf in Ellie's arms and getting squirmy at the overstimulation of Dina's fingers still lazily pushing into your cunt.

"Alright, I think that's enough," Dina says with a chuckle. "I'd say" Ellie chimes in, "Poor girl tuckered out isn't she?" You look between the two, still in so much shock at what just happened, your breaths still ragged. "How long have you known?" You question the two, voice still shakey, "I mean that I liked you."

"Quite a while sweet girl," Dina says bringing her hand up to hold your cheek and kiss you softly. "Honestly seeing you flustered was pretty fun, we thought we'd keep going until you finally caved and let it out."

While you're a bit upset the two didn't share this with you sooner you can't stay mad at someone who just gave you the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life.

Just when you feel yourself calming down slipping into a sleepy state between their warm embrace Ellie chimes in, "I hope you don't think we're done for tonight baby," You turn around to look at the girl in confusion-

"It's my turn now"

pt 2???

#ellie williams x reader #dina x reader #ellie x reader #tlou x reader #ellie williams #dina woodward #ellie williams smut #dina woodward smut #ellie x reader smut

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gemini-sensei · 2 years ago

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Hawk Moskowitz x Best Friend!Reader Angst

Chubby!Fem!Reader ○ Blurb

CW: insecurity, thats about it.

I woke up and chose violence, aka I made myself cry with this one 🥲 is it cliche? Sure, but I don't care. I can always make more of this and subvert the trope if anyone is interested 👀

It was the summer of change, the summer of possibilities. What more could a teenager ask for? After all, there was no better chance to do something scary, to do something completely terrifying. It felt like one of those now or never moments, a moment that was going to change the course of Reader's life forever.

As she walked up to her best friend's door, she felt all the butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. She took a deep breath and rang the doorbell, knowing Mrs. Moskowitz's schedule well enough that she knew there was only one person home to answer the door.

When it opened, Hawk looked surprised to see her. "Reader, what are you doing here?"

"I came to tell you something," she told him, ensuring that she wouldn't back down. There had been plenty of times before where she thought about it, but never did it. She kept reminding herself, it's now or never.

He licked his lips. "You couldn't text?"

"No, it's too important," she giggled. She composed herself, the words ready to burst from her chest, but that wasn't how she wanted it to go. She didn't want them to just fall out, she wanted them to be meaningful. "I should have told you this a while ago, but I love you. I've loved you for a long time and I just can't hold it in anymore. Since you joined karate and you guys won that tournament, I've wanted to tell you really bad, but then I got scared and then I thought that there was nothing to be scared of. I mean, if you could become a karate badass, why couldn't I tell you how I feel?"

She laughed softly, something between nervous and light. She smiled at Hawk, heart facing, but he only stared back. He was unreadable, which was new to Reader. For as long as she could remember, she'd at least been able to read his eyes, but they were hard and guarded now. She was confused and his silence only fueled her fears.

"This is the part where you say something," she said, still keeping and upbeat attitude. However, her smile became nervous and she pushed harder to hide it.

"I don't love you."

She cracked.

"What?"

Hawk saw the utterly broken look on her face, the pain. He'd hardly ever seen that look on her face, hardly imagined what it would look like. She searched his face, looking for a better answer, or an explanation. Neither of which he had for her.

He bit his lip and he shook his head. "That came out wrong. What I mean is-"

"Hawk?" a voice asked from behind him.

He looked at Reader, but she wasn't looking at him anymore. Her gaze was looking past him and the longer she stared at the figure behind her, he watched her deflate. She stood at his door defeated and her face quickly became blank. Everything except her eyes, which slowly welled up with tears.

Moon made gentle footsteps as she walked over and saw the tears. "Oh no, Reader, what's wrong?"

Reader shook her head, her throat tight. She didn't know what to say, her brain and heart disconnected. "Nothing. Um, I shouldn't have bothered you guys... I'll just uh... I'll just go home."

She quickly turned and rushed back down the walkway that ahe had walked up and down a million times, but for the first time it felt like a whole new experience. She wasn't leaving with a happy memory or even the idea of coming back.

Hawk called out to her, but she didn't turn back. She didn't want to see him and Moon together, a memo she missed or was left out of the loop on. However, she couldn't say she was very surprised.

Moon was gorgeous. It was an undeniable fact, she was conventionally attractive and had a big, beautiful smile. She was kind and sweet and outgoing, so what wasn't there to like? She was everything Reader wasn't - thin, pretty, confident.

In her mind, there was no competition. It was going to be Moon no matter what, always, so it didn't matter how or when she told Hawk about her feelings, because his were never going to change. She was just his best friend, at least she was until that stunt probably obliterated their friendship.

She wiped her eyes as she walked home, sniffling hard as she tried to suck up her emotions. However, everything poured out like a broken fountain beyond repair. She sobbed almost violently, failing miserably. "I knew I should have kept my mouth shut."

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babybatscreationsv2 · 10 months ago

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Graduation

Marvel | Starker

High school is finally over! Peter can't wait to spend the day celebrating with Tony and May after the ceremony, but he's surprised to find that the two of them have made other plans. Plans involve spending more money than Peter has ever seen in his life and finally picking up on a connection he hadn't realize was there.

Rating: Teen+

For H <3

"Congratulations to the class of 2023! You made it!" Betty declared from the stage above the others. She took off her cap and tossed it into the air. The rest of the class followed suit, erupting into cheers that could be heard across the city. Peter turned and grabbed Ned in a hug.

"I can't believe we survived," Ned said in awe.

Peter laughed. "High school or everything else?"

"You name it," he scoffed. "Name one thing that didn't try to kill us."

They pushed through the crowd to get to the guests standing at the back. "Oh I dunno, smallpox," Peter joked.

"Smallpox?" May laughed in bewilderment as she reached them. She grabbed Peter in a hug that probably hurt her more than it did him. Ned was swept away by his Nona and a flock of his cousins.

"I'm so proud of you, Peter," she said. Her eyes were teary when she let him go. Peter didn't mind that he teared up with her.

"Thanks, May." Behind them someone cleared their throat and Peter turned around. An excited heat burned his cheeks. "Mr. Stark!"

"Hey, kid!" the man said with a grin. He looked sharp as ever and in his hands was a bouquet of roses. Tony held out his arms and Peter felt his heart flutter as he stepped into him. His arms were snug and warm. Their bodies pressed together without tension. Tony's head rested against his. "I'm proud of you, too, you know."

"Yeah," Peter sighed. "Thanks."

They separated and Peter looked up at his mentor. The man looked so adoring.

"I have a present for you."

"Yeah, I saw. They're beautiful, Mr. Stark!" Peter happily took the roses from him.

"Oh, I have more than that."

"You didn't have to do that, sir.

"Well actually, Peter," May joined in. "Tony and I were talking and we agreed that you shouldn't be going off to college without everything you might need. Which is to say, he talked me into it." She laughed.

"Talk you into what?" He looked between the two of them, forehead creased with worry. "What did you two do?"

"Let's grab a few pictures and I'll show you," Tony said.

Peter eyed them both with suspicion. "What's going on?" May just laughed and pulled out her phone. They took turns getting pictures with Peter in and out of his gown while Peter's classmates all grew increasingly curious about Iron Man standing among them. He could hear the gossiping spreading through the crowd. A few moms snapped some not so subtle pictures.

"Can we wrap this up?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, I think we've got enough," May agreed. She steered Peter away from the crowd and toward the parking lot.

"This way," Tony turned away with a little wave. They only made it a few steps before a boy came bounding out of the crowd to interrupt.

"Whoa, Mr. Stark- I'm honored, sir. You must be here to award me my internship!" Flash leaned back on his heels, a smug hand smoothing down his jacket.

"Uh..." Tony looked at Peter then back at him. "Who are you? Nice to meet you, kid." He patted the boy on the shoulder and kept walking.

"Maybe next time, Flash," Peter offered as he passed. For once the guy was left speechless.

They carried on to the parking lot. A few families were inching their way across the pavement while groups lingered for hugs. They walked past them all, going straight up to the front. Tony seemed on a mission as he led the way.

At the front of the lot, sitting by itself, parked crooked to ensure no one else could park nearby in fact, was a brand new car with a massive red bow on top. Peter was wondering which lucky kid it was for right up until Tony stopped next to and gestured as if they were in a showroom.

An Audi R8. Brand new, this year's model. It was silver and black and it probably wasn't shinier than any other car, but it felt like it was. The rims looked custom. The windows were blacked out. He was half convinced Tony had gone through his search history and noticed how many times he'd look at the thing.

"What do you think?" he asked.

Peter's jaw dropped. He couldn't be serious. May put her hands on his shoulders and gave him a squeeze. "It was Tony's idea," she reminded him.

"Mr. Stark, I can't-"

Tony held up his hand. "What happened to calling me Tony? Remember that?"

"Tony," Peter corrected. "I can't accept this. I'm so sorry, but that car costs more than my college tuition." Even as he said he stood gaping in absolute awe. He couldn't resist walking over to touch the hood.

Tony waved his words away. "Forget the price tag, kid. You wanna drive it?"

"I uh-" That threw him for a loop. He was supposed to say no and keep saying no until Tony accepted his no. But he really wanted to climb inside. And to drive it? Him? He had wondered why Tony had been so adamant about teaching for the past year. No one has a car in New York unless it's to show off. In fact, Peter was pretty sure if he parked that in front of their apartment it would be stolen within ten minutes.

"Come on," Tony said, coaxing him like a stray cat. He walked around the car and opened the driver's side door. "Let's test it out."

Peter found himself bounding over to the car. He stuck his head inside and the new car smell struck him almost as hard as the custom leather seats embossed with the Spiderman emblem.

"I did the seats myself. Do you like it?"

"It's perfect, Tony! Thank you!" He threw his arms around the man, enjoying the rumble in his chest as he chuckled.

"You deserve the best, Pete. You really do." Tony's smile was twinkling when Peter finally let him go. He slid into the driver's seat and Tony shut the door for him before walking around to the other side. He looked at him. Then he looked at the push start. One foot on the brake, he started the ignition. Thrill burned up from his toes as the engine started and he couldn't help but laugh. May waved from the other side of the glass.

Peter rolled the window down. "You're not coming, May?"

"I'll see you at dinner. I've had my share of sports cars and besides I don't think Tony would appreciate me sitting on his lap."

"I wouldn't mind," Tony leaned across the center to flirt.

May rolled her eyes. "Have fun. I'll see you both at dinner." She leaned in through the window to kiss Peter's cheek. They traded enthusiastic 'love you's before Peter rolled the window back up.

"Where should we go?" Peter wrapped his hands around the steering wheel.

"Anywhere," Tony said. "So long as we make our eight o'clock reservation. That was May's only condition. I did have a few ideas though."

"I'm up for anything!"

"Great! I'll show you the way."

There wasn't a lot of room to open her up and that felt like a shame when he could just feel how powerful the engine was. Still it was far from disappointing to roll through New York in probably the coolest car ever and with probably the coolest person ever. Tony directed him to some fancy looking shops with their own dedicated parking garage. They said goodbye to Peter's new car to hit Tony's first stop.

"We're buying clothes?" Peter looked around at the racks. A saleswoman hurried over to assist them, but Tony brushed her off.

"I thought you'd like to have something nice to wear to dinner."

"What's wrong with this?" Peter gestured to the suit he wore. He was originally Ben's, but Tony had taken him to have it tailored for graduation.

"Nothing. Maybe I just want to see you try on a few things," Tony said, already skimming through a rack.

Peter blushed. He couldn't imagine what he meant by that, but it almost sounded like flirting. He was in a pleasantly overstimulated haze as he followed Tony around the shop. He helped pick out a few things, but he didn't really know what he was doing.

They made it to the dressing room almost too quickly. As if Tony knew exactly what he wanted. He set the clothes on the hooks for him then left him to it. Peter wasn't sure where to start so he grabbed the first thing he saw and put it on.

He felt a bit nervous as he stepped out of the dressing room. He felt like the jacket was wearing him more than he was wearing it. Tony was seated just outside the door. Peter did a little turn while he waited for his approval.

"No, that doesn't suit you, does it?" he commented.

"I hate it," Peter laughed with relief. Tony laughed with him.

"Try the jeans. I have a good feeling about them."

Peter went back to the dressing room and found the outfit Tony recommended. It was definitely better than the last one.

"Okay, how's this?" He modeled the outfit in front of Tony again.

Tony clapped his head together. "I'm a genius. Keep the Levi's, ditch the sweater. In fact, I have a better idea. Let's hit the next one."

"The next one? I thought we were shopping here."

Tony shrugged. "Sometimes you gotta mix and match. This place just isn't doing you justice."

Peter hurried back to his room, blushing again. Why did Tony care so much what he looked like? He probably just didn't want to be embarrassed at one of his fancy restaurants. He changed back into his graduation suit and carried everything back out. Tony helped set the extras on the return rack.

Peter carried the jeans up to the front, but he stopped as he spotted the shoes along the wall.

"See something you like?" Tony asked. Peter nodded. "Well, go on. We're celebrating you today. Whatever you want. Just ask."

Peter walked over to shoes and found a box labeled with his size. He slid it out from the shelf.

"Doc Martin's? Let's see 'em on," Tony encouraged. He took the jeans from his hands and followed him over to the bench. Peter kicked off his shoes and slipped his feet into the boots instead.

Tony knelt down, without hesitating, to do up the laces for him. Peter stared at the top of his salt and pepper head, grateful that Tony couldn't see how much he was blushing. He felt like a princess and not in a bad way.

"How do they fit?" Tony stood, then he pulled Peter up to his feet.

Peter swallowed. "They're great." He looked down at the shoes. He'd never owned real Doc's before. Just some gently used knockoffs he'd been lucky to find at the thrift store.

"Perfect. We'd better move if we don't want to be late. Unless you see something else you want?"

Peter shook his head, already overwhelmed. He followed Tony to the register. Then they were two bags heavier as they walked down the street.

"Dior?" Tony mused as they passed more shops. "Channel. No..." Tony looked at him. He smiled. "I know where. Come on."

Tony grabbed Peter's hand. They walked faster now. Fast enough, that they both ended up laughing at Tony's enthusiasm. Then Peter saw the sign above the door and planted his feet.

"Tony, come on... Saint Laurent?" He chewed his lip.

Tony leaned towards him conspiratorially. "Peter. I'm a millionaire. This is like Kmart to me."

"I'm gonna barf." Just the exterior of the shop looked expensive.

"Well, do it now before you're in your new Saint Laurent's."

Peter took a breath. Maybe the idea of buying clothes brand new gave him a mild panic attack, but he did really like what he saw in the window. "Okay."

This time Peter pulled Tony along as they went inside. He let the man lead him around again, ignoring the overly helpful staff seemingly only to notice Peter and the pile of clothes he intended to put him in. It all blurred together until Peter was once again in a dressing room.

"Let's try the vest with the jeans," Tony called through the doors. He could see his shadow under the door where he leaned against the wall.

Peter put the outfit together hoping this was the last time he had to get in and out of that suit. It was a soft brown vest over a comfortable white T. Tony was right as always, it looked really good with the jeans. He stepped out of the stall.

"How do I look?"

"Gorgeous," Tony said, almost sighing. "You look gorgeous."

"Yeah? It looks good right?" Peter smoothed down the vest.

"You look good," Tony agreed.

Peter's face felt hot. He stared down at his shoes for a while and when he looked back up, Tony was staring at him strangely.

"Are you okay?"

Tony sniffed. He turned his head away quickly. "I'm great, kid. Why don't you wear that out? Well have them cut the tags off." He walked away from the dressing room leaving Peter deeply confused. He turned around and looked in the mirror again. He did look really good.

Peter threw his new shoes on and followed Tony back out to the front. Sinking into the passenger seat of his new Audi, he finally relaxed.

"Thank you, Tony," Peter said. "And I'm sorry I made a fuss about all the shopping."

"Don't mention it, Pete. Did you have a good time?"

"I really did!" Peter smiled. "You had fun right?"

"Yeah. We should do this again," Tony agreed. "And I mean we really should do this again, not like we just say we'll do it again and then we don't."

Peter laughed. "Definitely."

Something felt different. Something felt... different. They'd spent a lot of time together in the lab. But it was different like this. Tony wasn't teaching him things, instructing him. Which, when he thought about it, Tony hadn't needed to teach him much lately anyway. Things were different. Warmer somehow. Tony was like family, but that was different too. That wasn't quite it. It was...

Oh.

But that wasn't right was it? Or maybe he was right to think Tony was flirting with him. Or maybe it didn't matter anyway. Maybe it was okay to love Tony even if he didn't love him back in that way.

Peter rubbed his palms against his jeans. Yeah... it was okay.

They found a parking spot on the street. The idea of leaving the car there made Peter nervous, but he supposed he'd have to get used to that. Besides, Tony had probably put a tracking device in it. It wouldn't get far. Tony turned the car off. For a moment, they sat in silence.

"Peter..." Tony started. "I've been thinking."

Peter looked at him. He had that strange look on his face again.

"We should spend more time together. If you want to. Before you leave for school. Not that I won't come visit because I will if you want me to it's just-"

Peter blinked. Tony was rambling. Rambling. Tony Stark. Peter reached across the car and put his hand on his arm. Tony stopped talking. They stared at each other. When Tony leaned towards, just a half an inch, Peter took it all the way.

Tony's hand slid over his ribs to pull him closer, just a hair, as they kissed. Then he so very gently, Tony pushed him back. His smile was soft.

"You want to uh... I mean maybe tomorrow night. We could do dinner. Just us?"

Peter laughed softly. "Yeah, of course."

"Well then. Let's not keep May waiting." Tony jumped out of the car and ran around to get Peter's door. He laughed as Tony helped him out. They walked arm in arm down the street to the restaurant where May was waiting.

The host led them to their table. May stood as they approached and pulled Peter into a hug.

"You look so handsome!" she squealed. She held his face in her hands and her eyes went teary once more.

Peter pulled her back into his arms. "I'm not leaving forever, you know. I'll come home. I promise."

"That's why I let Tony get you the car." She gave him a sly smile as he let her go. Laughing, Peter pulled out her chair for her and they all sat down. Tony's hand brushed against his and Peter took it. He seemed almost silly, holding hands under the table when Tony was probably too old for sneaking touches. May's eyes flicked between them and he saw the moment it clicked for her. Peter's stomach knotted.

"May-"

"So," she interrupted. "You two had fun today?"

"We did. We had a great time," Tony answered.

Peter jumped up from the table as her eyes narrowed. "May, can I talk to you?" He pulled her chair out and half dragged her away. They found a quiet spot near the bathrooms.

"What is going on?" she asked firmly. She wasn't mad yet, but Peter weighed his words.

"Nothing. We just really like each other. It only just happened today."

"What exactly happened?"

"I uh..." Peter stared at the fake plant tucked into the corner. He babbled all the words out before panic could set in. "I realized that I love him. And maybe I'm in love with him. And that he seemed to like me, too. And then I kissed him. And he said maybe tomorrow we could have a date."

May took a breath. Peter looked at her face again. "See, nothing."

She nodded. "And you love him?"

"I really do, May."

"What if this is like your hero worship thing?"

"Then it'll end awkwardly and I'll be super embarrassed, but don't you think it's worth taking that chance?"

May put her hands on his shoulders. She looked into his eyes, searching in that way she always does. "Okay. But no funny business for three dates at least. Maybe even for." She held up her hand. "Not because I'm against sex, but because this is an unusual situation and I'm only hesitantly agreeing to allow it."

Peter smiled. "Thanks, May. You wanna go read him the riot act?"

"I think it would be a little bit ineffective on Iron Man." She snorted a laugh. "My kid's dating Tony Stark, who knew?"

Peter laughed. "Dating is a strong word. We should go before he thinks we snuck out the back."

They made their way back to the table and sat down again. Tony started to speak, but May held up her hand.

"Don't. You have my tentative permission to be an extreme gentleman with my Peter," she said. "Who I love very much and would do anything for including life in prison."

Tony nodded. "I completely understand."

Peter rolled his eyes. "Did someone order an appetizer? I'm starving. We've been running around for hours."

He took Tony's hand again, under the table. He gave him a reassuring squeeze. They ate one handed, refusing to let go. Dinner went as it always did. Tony made everyone laugh, while May made bad jokes of her own, and Peter chatted excitedly about his future. Then afterward, they all stood outside under twinkling city lights.

"I'll call an Uber home," Tony said.

"What? No," Peter argued.

Tony gave him a soft smile. His hand rested gently on Peter's arm. "Why don't you give May a ride home? I'll see you tomorrow."

"But..." Peter chewed his lip.

"You two go. I'll call a cab," May said.

"Are you sure? I could call Happy-"

"No, that's okay," May laughed. She gave Peter a hug and a look that said she was excited for him. Peter squeezed her extra tight. They waited until May's car arrived. Hands tucked together, they waved her off. Peter's stomach fluttered with butterflies as he realized it was just the two of them.

"I've probably got, what, a week left to live?" Tony said.

"What?" Peter looked at him stunned, but Tony just smiled.

"She didn't seem too pleased with me."

Peter shrugged. "Guess you'd better watch your back, Iron Man."

"I'd rather watch yours," he said, raising an eyebrow.

"I think you did plenty of that already today."

Tony started to lead the way back to Peter's car. His very own car. "What you have to understand, Mr. Parker, is that I am insatiable."

Peter blushed. His mind wandered to what other areas might make Tony so "insatiable". They found the car and Peter slid in behind the wheel. He looked at Tony sitting beside him. Then he took a deep breath.

"Everything okay?" Tony frowned at him, but his forehead wasn't quite creased with his deeply worried lines.

"Yeah. I'm great." Peter started the car and pulled out into the road. They were quiet for a while as they moved through traffic. Peter felt himself buzzing with all of the excitement of the day. Graduation, a new car, Tony. It was overwhelming really.

"This isn't the way to your apartment," Tony noted as they moved along.

"Don't get any ideas," Peter teased. "I'm just dropping you off."

"I could fly home. I've got my suit."

"I think we're going to have enough rumors circulating by the end of the day. We haven't been in public together that much before and people definitely noticed."

"Really? I didn't even see them."

"Yeah right," Peter laughed.

"No, I mean it. I was a bit preoccupied."

Peter's skin warmed. "Do you mean that?" he said quietly.

"Of course I do."

Tony's garage opened up like it knew Peter's car. In fact, it probably did. He must have stored it here while he was customizing things. Putting all of his love into every little part. Peter turned the car off. He turned in the seat and looked at Tony. He still looked so worried.

"Tony?" He paused as they looked into each other's eyes. "I love you. I don't know if what you feel for me is like that-"

"It is. Of course it is." Almost looked pained by the confession. "I've loved enough people to know what it feels like. I've been pretty privileged there. I also know when love is different. When it's something special."

Peter's eyes welled with tears. "Yeah?" He cracked a wet smile.

"Yeah," Tony smiled back as emotion overcame him, too.

Peter looked away, unsure of what to do now. He knew it wasn't the right time to stay the night. He wasn't ready. This whole thing felt a little bit terrifying, but he also felt like words just weren't enough. And it was funny, because they had already kissed once. It shouldn't be so hard to do it again. But it was different now with those words in the air between them. Only when he looked back at Tony, he felt sure.

He grabbed him. Two fists in his clothes and pulled him across the car. He pressed their mouths together, too hard at first, until he relaxed his hold a bit. Tony laughed and Peter did, too. He struggled for a moment to just let the moment happen, let their kisses be tender. All of that pent up excitement was burning through him. Then it was sweet and Tony's hands were warm on his face and it was exactly what words just couldn't say.

They stopped and Peter looked at those wide brown eyes. "Goodnight, Tony," he whispered.

"Goodnight, Peter." Tony gave him a last quick kiss before he stepped out of the car.

Peter headed back out onto the street, eager to see what tomorrow would bring.

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