#Peter would do the first 3 moves and then dip out

[stagefoureddiediaz]

They’ve taken on the Apple dance - now I think we need to see the cast taking on the bye bye bye dance - you know it would be hilarious 🤣🤣🤣

[toriisasimp]

Chapter 2 of ?: Unwelcome Guests

An Egon Spengler x fem!reader Mini Series

Chapter I is here: https://www.tumblr.com/toriisasimp/747108978172018688/chapter-1-of-just-ask

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Prompt: The night of the gala is here, and as the night goes on, you and Egon get a little closer.. but are soon interrupted by some.. unwelcome guests.

Warnings: None! Normal ghostbusters busting and fluff.

A/N: TEEHEE I PUT EGON IN A TUX HEHE they all clean up very nicely. Also reader has a cinematic badass moment. 🤭 Enjoy!! <3

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A few nights of normal work had passed, and the gala finally rolled around. You had gone out dress shopping with a spring in your step, settling for a velvet number that hugged your curves. After taking almost over an hour to get ready, you headed over to the museum- and ended up being the first one of the group to arrive. You located your table, then headed to the bar.

Winston drove separately, and Peter, Ray and Egon arrived in the Ecto. Winston parked and walked up as the others were hopping out, Ray pausing to help Egon adjust his bowtie.

“You look great, Spengey.” He said with a smile, patting his shoulder.

Egon dipped his head in thanks to Ray, smiling before he turned and the four of them walked in.

Entering into the large room that the gala was taking place in, there were tables strategically placed around the room.. A large space in the middle that was used as a dance floor. A band was up on a mini stage in the back, and the bar was set up in the right corner. There were two sets of large double doors on either side of the makeshift stage, most likely leading to other exhibits.

“Oh! There she is.” Ray pipes up, and all four boys turn their heads in the direction of you, standing at the bar. You were facing them, but you were making polite conversation with the bartender, holding a cocktail.

Peter whistled, and Ray patted Egon’s shoulders.

“Go get ‘er, tiger.” He sent Egon in your direction, and it was only when your gaze absentmindedly moved around the room that you caught a glimpse of Egon, doing a double take as a small smile made its way onto your face, as he approached.

“Thought I was gonna get stood up by the four of you. Where are the guys?” You ask, sipping your cocktail as you notice his eyes drink you in, up and down, hands resting in his pant pockets.

“Somewhere else,” He says, and you look over his shoulder at just the right time, seeing the three of them huddled by a waiter with a food tray, all of them chewing and staring at the two of you like hawks.

“You look beautiful.” He adds, and it snaps you out of your thoughts- and makes your gaze move back to him, before it lowers quickly to the floor as heat rushes to your cheeks.

“Thank you.” You say softer than you intend, shifting slightly as warmth spreads through your chest. “You look great as well.” Your eyes lift back up to his, and you catch him matching your bashful expression. He simply nods in thanks.

You both get caught in a dreamy moment, staring at each other before the bartender clears his throat.

“Would you like anything to drink, sir?” He asks in Egon’s direction.

“Oh, no thank you.” Egon shakes his head and puts his hands up in declination, and he turns his body away from the bar. “Would you like to dance?”

Your lips part in surprise.

“I thought you didn’t dance.” You perk a brow.

“I guess tonight is the night for making exceptions, then.” He murmurs, and you glance down and watch as he extends a hand in your direction.

You stare at it for a moment.. An invitation.

“Sure, why not?” You accept kindly, setting down your drink and taking his hand in yours. It’s warm, and encloses around yours.. It feels safe. He feels safe.

The two of you make your way to the dance floor, and pause when you’re a decent distance in, turning to face each other as he keeps hold of your hand, the other slipping around your waist as your other hand moves up his arm to rest on his shoulder, barely grazing his neck. You are.. rather close. But neither of you call any attention to it.

You and Egon both gently sway, and as the song goes on.. You begin to take notice at how much closer you were than when you started. You have to turn your head and look over his shoulder to keep from bumping noses, and you feel his hand has made its way further across your back, resting on the openly exposed skin there. His thumb is rubbing absentminded circles, and you take the opportunity to rest your head on his shoulder.

What you don’t see, in the distance, is Peter and Ray, at the table- shaking their fists in excitement and giving Egon some enthusiastic thumbs ups and grins. Egon, out of your sight, smiles and gives the most subtle nod to the boys.

The music grows more tender, and the environment shifts into something more romantic. At some point during the next song, you notice you’re still dancing, and lift your head, looking up at him with a soft smile.

“There’s something I’d like to talk to you about.” He states once he has your gaze again.

“Work or personal?” You reply with a snort.

He pauses for a moment, letting out a slow exhale. “Personal.” This makes you tilt your head. “Alright.”

“I wanted to tell you how much you mean to me. I really do enjoy your company, and you.. You’ve brightened up my life… in the lab,”

He’s speaking so quietly, just for you to hear- and it makes your heart flutter. You’re smiling the entire time, and it almost makes you want to cry.

“You make me feel so safe,” You decide to pour out some of your own feelings, given the opportunity. “And.. happy. It makes me happy when you teach me new science-y things and let me help around the lab. I’m eager to learn more.”

“Well, could I teach you something right now?” He asks, and it catches you off guard.

“Here? On the.. Dance floor?” The thought makes you laugh. “It’s quite simple, I promise.” He says with a smile.

You nod in response.

“There is a type of brain chemical, called ‘Endorphins���. It helps people cope with pain and stress, it regulates other hormones and is said to help boost self esteem and your mood in general.”

You tilt your head, perking a brow. Where is he going with this?

“I’ve done a bit of research, seeing how best to increase your mood when we’re together. And I think I have a theory I’d like to test right now,” One of his hands lifts to brush against your cheek, tucking some of your hair behind your ear.

“Alright.” You whisper breathily, noticing how your faces are now mere inches apart.

He says your name, in such a way that makes you think you could fall over right there.

-Your moment of euphoria is cut off quickly by the sound of a woman’s scream, and both your heads turn in the direction of the source, and you see a set of the large double doors at the other side of the room fly open, and the spirit of what looks to be Samarian Tribal Soldier comes flying in, making the two of you duck as other guests begin to scream.. And the whole place goes ballistic.

Peter comes running over.

“Sorry to put a damper on your little moment, but I think we have some unwelcome guests. Ray’s pulling the car up.”

You nod, and both you and Egon spring into action. You, Peter, Egon and Winston rush out the front door to get a hold of your proton packs as quickly as you can.

“What’s a party without a little cleanup, eh, boys?” You pipe up with a grin.

“I’m not sure why they are here, we gave this museum a clean bill of health three years ago.”

“New people die every day, Ray.” Egon pipes up, slinging his proton pack over his tux. Peter, Ray and Winston do the same.

Refusing their help, you get your pack on over your dress.

“You gonna bust a ghost in heels, princess?” Peter asks challengingly.

“You gonna piss yourself this time, Venkman?” You shoot back, and you hear Ray and Winston go- “Ooooooooooooh!”

“Fair enough, fair enough.” He surrenders, while the five of you make your way back up the museum steps, stepping into the entrance. A few people gasp, some cheer, some faint.

Three more Class four figures fly over your heads, and you immediately unleash your proton stream on them, all five of you spreading out over the large ballroom to try and take them all down.

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A few minutes have passed, and you’ve had one of the tribal soldiers in a capture stream for a bit. As another one lurches at you, you lose your stream as someone yanks you back just in time, and it passes by.

Your back hits a wall, and you’re behind the bar now. Egon is hovering in front of you. One of his hands lifts and he points his finger at you.

“We are not finished.” He murmurs, and you smirk. With one hand holding your proton stream, the other lifts to pull him in by the back of his head..

And press your lips together.

“Hey! Horny teenagers in the corner!” Peter hollers. “Maybe save that for the afterparty?”

You hear this, pulling away. The two of you share a grin and you press another kiss to his blushing cheek before you slip past him to lay into that tribal soldier once more.

Egon comes up behind you, laying out a trap that is right in your path. You get the ghost in your capture stream, and it takes the two of you to get it into the trap. You huff, turning and sharing a high five with him.

Still in your heels, you jog over to Ray, who is preoccupied getting the largest ghost of the group into a capture stream. You join him, and Ray breaks his stream to lay out another trap.

“How does it feel to get busted by a woman, huh?” Peter comes over, having taken out the other two ghosts with Winston. Everyone else has evacuated at this point, and you just now take note of the trashed ballroom.

“That sounds a little sexist, Peter!” Egon yells, laying into the ghost with his stream.

“What can I say, Spengler- your girlfriend is a badass!”

Peter and Egon both glance in your direction, and you hadn’t even heard what he said- you were just focused on busting this ghost. Your hair and dress blowing in the wind, heels planted, focused expression and proton stream strong and unmoving- you did look badass. You feel eyes on you, and you look over just in time to smile and wink at Egon, just as he ignites his stream and the five of you are slowly lowering the ghost into the trap.

As the ghost screeches and the trap closes, all goes silent, and you all take a heavy breath of relief.

Winston goes off to retrieve the other traps, Ray and Peter’s adrenaline clearly still pumping as they chat along while picking up the largest trap. Egon is just staring at you.

At this moment, you realize you’d never used a proton pack until now.

This was your first time. And you did great. All thanks to the group’s teaching.

You smile to yourself in pride and celebration, glancing down then back up at Egon. He’s sharing the same smile. You approach each other while tossing your proton wand back over your shoulder and sliding it back into its holster.

“I’m up for a large pepperoni, whadda ya say, Spengey?” Ray asks in Egon’s direction, but he’s busy taking your hand as it lowers from putting away the proton wand, lifting it to his lips and kissing the back of it.

You think you might just fall onto the floor then.

“Aww, look at them.” Peter says, making fake kissing sounds.

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On the car ride home, Egon volunteers to sit in the back seat with you, and the whole ride home his hand is holding yours, thumb tracing circles on the top of your hand. Once you all arrive back at the firehouse, and everyone is barreling out, unloading and chatting- you notice Egon subtly squeezes your hand once..

Twice..

And three times before he lets go to help Ray unload the traps in the basement.

You wonder why he squeezed it three times.

Perhaps you’d ask him later.

[jimblejamblewritings]

the fake date plot | part 3.

Summary: Gryffindors, seventh years, classmates, unrequited love. Just a few things Y/N and James Potter had in common. When a brilliantly dumb plan is hatched the two end up getting something a little different than what they wanted.

Warnings for the Series: literally none that I can think of this is supposed to be just good fluffy fun

Pairing: James Potter x reader

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: there is music in this chapter so here's a spotify playlist —> click here

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You waved Alice over to the Gryffindor table when she came down for breakfast. The two of you were always early. After realizing your roommates weren’t morning people, you started to sneak to breakfast and avoid the squeaky dip in the floor right before the door. It was always you and Alice in the mornings for about twenty minutes before even the professors came to eat. Your friend sat down right in front of you. 

“You know my friend, Lucille, right?” she asked as she piled her plate with breakfast pastries. 

“Yeah. The girl with the mullet?” 

“Yes. Great, so she’s telling me that Xeno was staring at you the entire time at the party and complaining about you leaving with James. So now, we just want to know what’s going on between you two?” 

“I was drunk off my rocker. All he did was help me, James and I are just friends.” 

That word felt oddly right in your mouth. You and James were acting but a real friendship seemed to be forming. Since you both were going to come clean to Xeno and Lily once reaching your goals, you’d be happy to be real friends when the whole situation was over. 

Although keeping up appearances without someone else to know the secret was kind of draining. You wanted to tell Alice. You thought so as you and your friend walked to class. Maybe just maybe you could tell Alice.

Of course, you’d have to talk about it with James first. He’d probably want to tell the marauders. And you couldn’t tell Dorcas by any means. Because Dorcas talked a lot and she would tell Lily by complete accident and ruin the plan. You bent down to get your books out of your leather school bag and prepare for Charms. 

“Hey, so I’m thinking we go to Hogsmeade this weekend like the whole group. Of course, I’ll have to see if James isn’t asking Lily out. Although, I’m starting to be friends with the others I think so maybe Peter and Si—” 

You looked up to see Xeno instead of Alice sitting next to you. He gave you a smile that you meekly returned. 

“Is that an invitation for me?” 

You nodded. “Do you like karaoke?” 

You honestly didn’t hear Xeno’s answer. He sat next to you for the rest of the class and you had a hard time focusing. Maybe James’ plan was actually working. This was the longest conversation you ever had with the man next to you. The moment class ended and Xeno and Alice left you for their classes, you ran to the quidditch pitch to try and find James. 

He usually practiced or went over plays in his free time before lunch. You guys had given each other your school schedules on the first day so you could speak with each other privately or meet at different classrooms. James was right where you expected him, polishing his broom and cleaning the end of it. He grunted in surprise when you launched yourself at him, arms around his neck. 

“Xeno wants to go to karaoke, we have to move the date up to this weekend!” 

James left as he moved you off him. “Did you tell him we were going on a group date this weekend?” 

“Well, I thought I was talking to Alice but I turned around and it was him and I panicked.” 

“Okay, we’ll make it this weekend. You know, I’m glad this plan is working for one of us.” 

“Has Lily still not budged?” 

He shook his head. You tried to comfort James but it didn’t work. He put up the polish and held out a hand to help you off the bench. The two of you started the walk back to the castle. James looked at you multiple times before finally opening his mouth. 

“I know this is shitty of me but can we continue the karaoke plan even if Xeno asks you out? It’s just I’m not getting anywhere and I’m not sure why and Lily doesn’t se—” 

“Prongs.” You tried to shut him up. “Yeah, we can continue. I’m only having luck because of your plan.” 

“Thanks.” 

You linked your arm in his. “Don’t mention it. Come on, we’re totally going to get our people.” 

“Totally.” 

“Skip with me, Jamie.” 

“Of course, my lady.” 

The two of you skipped through the halls until you made it back to Gryffindor, ignoring the stares of the other students. People were bound to talk about it which would only help your case but you found you didn’t care. You wanted to stop thinking of James as just a coworker for the plot and more like a buddy. 

You told James, when the two of you reached the Gryffindor Tower, that you would ask Lily to Hogsmeade instead of him. She was more likely to go with roommates instead of a boy she knows has a crush on her. The moment your roommates found out it was karaoke night at the small pub next to Three Broomsticks, they were down. 

They also insisted on dressing you the moment you mentioned that Xeno was in the group of people going. You pulled down at the tight silk slip dress going barely past your butt that Dorcas had lent you. She swatted your hand before you reached the entrance of the school, insisting you looked great. 

Everyone else met you a few minutes after. Despite this being the start of how you guys were supposed to date, you and James walked with your crushes to Hogsmeade. You were up at the front and he was in the back of the group. You wondered if your friend was having better luck than you. Xeno was complimenting you but you were just unsure how to respond. Maybe you should have gone over flirting with James before the weekend had arrived. 

The group reached the small pub where almost no one else was. Three Broomsticks was way more popular but usually the small pub also had customers. Peter looked in the window of Broomsticks to see a bunch of people gathered around a stage. The Sugar Quills were playing and everyone was listening to them. You all shrugged. Sure, listening to the band would be fun but now you all had the small pub all to yourselves. 

The bartender seemed to be happy to see customers and greeted you all. You took the couch up at the front, overjoyed it was finally free for once. As expected, Sirius was first to the karaoke machine while you all were ordering drinks and food. You were curious what he was going to pick. A lot of muggle songs were covered by wizard bands or just got popular that his pick was the luck of the draw. 

You slapped a hand to your mouth when the first notes of Lady Marmalade started playing. The marauders looked at the rest of you. 

“He’s tone deaf,” Peter explained. “But loves singing.” 

Remus nodded. “Every day in the shower, under his breath, loves duets. Don’t worry, you can laugh. He’s already told us he doesn’t mind the laughter, he actually likes it cause it means you’re paying attention and enjoying the performance. It’s not like he doesn’t know he’s bad but he just thinks he’s not a strong singer.” 

“We haven’t had the heart to tell him the truth,” James said before turning to cheer his friend on. 

After their explanation, you all got comfortable and enjoyed Sirius’ performance. It was horrible singing but he looked so happy. He couldn’t dance either. That somehow made it so much more endearing. His arms were just flailing and his knees were shaking. But Sirius could strut like any runway model. He finished the performance with a spin before handing the mic to Mary. 

Between bites of sliders, fries, nachos, and desserts, you enjoyed everyone’s singing. Mary’s I Will Survive made the bartender dance. Lily found the trunk of accessories and costumes for karaoke to perform September which she put on a funny voice for.

She passed the mic to Alice’s other Hufflepuff friend who grabbed the group of Puffs to sing Hotel California on inflatable instruments. Alice stayed on stage to sing Superstition with her inflatable piano. She handed you the mic and your roommates cheered you on as you held up both hands and shuffled your way to the stage. You shuffled through all the songs available which was basically every single one. 

“I’m not a good singer,” you murmured into the mic as you picked a song. “Okay, this one.” 

It was a French song you knew because one of your childhood neighbors was an older French couple who moved to Uk because the wife was working in the Ministry of Magic as a liaison between the UK Ministry and France’s Circle of Magic. It wasn’t a dancing song, making you worried that you wouldn’t be as entertaining as everyone else so far. But Tous les garçons et les filles was a song that you were comfortable with. 

The others swayed on the couches and armchairs as you sang softly. Your smile got bigger when Sirius started singing with you, eyes closed, as he swayed on the couch. Bless him. The beautiful solo turned duet ended with soft claps from your friends before you handed the mic to Xeno. His hand covered yours, fingers rubbing slightly before continuing to the small stage. You didn’t know he was a fan of The Turtles but there he was singing Happy Together.  

“Do you mind if I sing another?” 

“Let’s go!” Sirius shouted, making all of you laugh. 

“Perfect.” Xeno ran a hand through his hair. “Frank, boys. Want to help me out?” 

Everyone ooh’d at the notion of backup singers. People made their own plans to do backup for each other. Frank Longbottom stood at the front of the backup crew, hands on his hips in a sassy pose as if he was born ready for this exact moment.

Xeno faced the back so he could dramatically turn around when it was time to sing Somebody to Love. You felt your cheeks get hot as you blushed from the song. It felt like he was staring right at you for most of the song. Or were you making it all up? He was definitely staring, right?  

The boys left Frank on stage at his request of being the next singer. He took your route of performing a slower song. Dorcas was the first to pull out her wand and let the tip of it light up ever so slightly as Frank continued his performance of Tiny Dancer. You, Mary, and Lily squealed when he approached Alice and held her hand. Frank had always been an unnoticed sweetheart that you guys couldn’t help but melt at his gesture. He ended the song and gave it back to Alice. 

She grabbed Mary and forced her onstage to do a duet of Ain’t No Mountain High. They swapped out Alice and added Marlene and Lily to perform Proud Mary. The girls forced all of you off the couch to dance which you did.

You shimmied shoulders with James before turning to Xeno and dancing with him a little. The song ended and James was up next. He looked Lily in the eye as he took the mic that was in her hands even though Marle was closer. She looked away quickly, almost nervous. 

James picked Build Me Up Buttercup. His singing voice was deeper than you thought it would be. You smiled as you watched him direct his attention to Lily who seemed to be enjoying it but wasn’t making any moves. James sat next to her and gave the mic to Xeno’s friends. He wasn’t listening too hard as they sang I Want You Back or when Dorcas sang L-O-V-E or when Peter sang I’m a Believer. However, Lily didn’t move much closer to him but she did give him a smile. 

You all laughed when Marlene picked I’m Coming Out. Sirius informed you she sings that at every opportunity despite coming out every other week since fourth year. She gave the stage to Remus who was the only person that hadn’t performed since y’all been there. The songs were coming to an end and you all would probably leave after thirty minutes or so of talking. Your mouth dropped open when Remus opened his mouth to sing It’s Not Unusual. 

Sirius nodded as he leaned over. “Voice of an angel that one.” 

“No kidding.” 

You shivered, rubbing up and down your arms after Xeno took a short run to the bathroom. James moved over when he spotted you out of the corner of his eyes. You looked away from Remus’ stellar performance for a moment to see a sweater underneath your nose. James was now in a t-shirt. 

“You seemed uncomfortable too,” he whispered. 

“The girls picked this outfit. It’s cute but I don’t think I’m drunk enough to wear it.” 

He laughed. “That the only reason you accepted my outfit?” 

“I took four shots before you even arrived at our dorm.” 

“Four shots? No wonder you were blackout by the end of the night.” 

You were about to say something else but the two of you were interrupted by Remus calling the boys on stage. James left the couch while you put on his jumper. You never thought you would see the day that the marauders plated Y.M.C.A.

How many times had they sung the song? Because they had a whole routine that didn’t seem to be made up on the spot. No one was looking at one person to follow the moves they were doing. This was an entire production. James tapped his head three times and you knew it was the signal. 

Nervous was an understatement as you approached the stage when the marauders finished their song. Remus winked at you and you would have thought he knew what you and James were doing but that was impossible. It was time for the acting performance of your life. James and you had to look in love to everyone else but simultaneously oblivious to each other. Easier said than done. 

Naturally, you picked Crocodile Rock. Not quite the romantic duet but it was one of your favorite songs and the most comfortable for acting. You and James spun around, held hands, danced like you were in your own world.

When Alice choked on her drink after James dipped you, you thought you might actually convince them. James didn’t linger on stage, giving the mic to Peter the moment the song ended. Peter, in a bit  of shock, called Dorcas and Mary up with him. The three of you laughed when he picked Play That Funky Music — a perfect way to end karaoke. 

Everyone talked a little after before the whole group left the pub to head back to the castle. Being a seventh year was great, there was basically no curfew as long as you had your id on you to check back in with whoever was at the front.

Everyone had kind of defaulted back to walking with their friend group, except you and James who were now at the very front of the pack. You stumbled a little at the end of the Hogsmeade oath. James held your elbow to stop you from face planting completely. 

“You and platforms are clearly not friends.” 

“Shut up.” You made it only two steps before tripping again over a branch. “I’m sorry, help me please.” 

James laughed as he took off his shoes. You raised your eyebrows as he told you to take your shoes off. James switched with you, charming the platforms so they would fit properly on his feet. 

“Can you even wa…” 

He had no problems making it back to the castle. He didn’t even have problems making it up the stairs. You didn’t follow the rest of the Gryffindors, making sure Alice got back to Hufflepuff then the Ravenclaws made it to their tower. You paused outside of Ravenclaw common room when Xeno stopped. He turned to face you. 

“Tonight was a lot of fun. You should hang out with us a lot more.” 

“You were a great singer.” 

“Thank you,” Xeno said with a smile. “You were good too, I’m not lying.” 

You looked away from him for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “Well, thank you. Bye.” 

“Wait, wait a minute. I’m not letting you walk to Gryffindor alone.” 

A smile crept onto your face as he walked with you. The two of you were right in step with each other up until you reached the entrance of your House. Xeno grabbed your hand. 

“You looked really nice tonight… Hey, at the party, that was your first time drinking, right?” 

“Was it that obvious?” 

“You did kind of shout it to the world.” 

“No, I was talking to James about it.” 

“You were shouting it over the music. So was that your only first?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“You’ve shagged before? Or snogged maybe?” 

“No,” you whispered. 

“Oh.” 

“Oh?” 

“Nothing. I’ll see you around, yeah?” 

Xeno tapped your shoulder and gave you a side hug before leaving for his dorm. You felt tears start to well up. Before you knew it, the tears were streaming down your face as you stepped inside. You ran up to your dorm where almost everyone in the Gryffindor group was hanging out and playing cards. Trying to hide your face you went to your wardrobe to find some pajamas and your toiletry bag. You turned back around with a bundle of clothes in your hands, hiding half of your face. 

“What does it mean when someone says oh because the person they’re talking to hasn’t even kissed someone before?” 

Sirius shrugged, not looking up but shuffling the cards. “If they’re saying oh then they probably think the person is a loser virgin. Don’t get why that matters though… What? I don’t care if they’re a virgin or no—” 

Sirius looked up when Peter shoved him with an elbow and pointed at you. The other boy stuttered through trying to cover up what he said, not realizing you were asking because you were said person. The tears were coming down a bit harder. 

“Where’s James?” 

“Our room,” Peter said. 

Thanks barely left your throat as you left the room. You practically ran to the boys’ dorm, knocking on it softly. Groaning could be heard from the other side. James shuffled his slipper covered feet, opening the door with a bit of annoyance. You looked up at his half closed eyes. 

“I’m sorry, were you sleeping?” 

James opened his eyes when your voice sounded different. “Oh, Y/N, what happened?” 

You shook your head. “Can I just stay here for tonight?” 

James moved aside so you could come in. He had been asleep but was glad you came in because he was still in clothes from karaoke night and needed to change and properly get ready for bed. The two of you went into the bathroom. James tried to make you laugh as you both brushed your teeth, looking at each other through the mirror. He was succeeding a little bit. 

You both decided to just clean yourself up without making the other leave the bathroom. Besides, you wanted to vent with each other. James got into the shower, stripping from behind the curtain and throwing his clothes into a pile a little bit away. You got into the bathtub filled with bubble bath taken from James’ prime selection of bathing tools.

It was apple scented and clearly one of his favorites based on how empty it was. The bubbles covered all your important bits. James made the curtain levitate so it would cover his bottom half but opened the shower more so he didn’t have to shout for a conversation. 

“She gave me a side hug. A side hug! Girls don’t even give their friends side hugs, what does that mean? We are friends or supposed to be,” James said as he ran a washcloth over his body. 

“Was she weirded out when she hugged you?” 

“No.” 

“Then maybe she’s confused? We talk a lot in our dorms. I think she likes you but is concerned about how it makes her look.” 

“Huh?” 

“Well she’s spent a long time building up the perfect Head Girl image and no time for men especially you James. You are the definition of himbo jock that gets the nerdy perfect girl. It’s so cliché when you think about it.

"Next thing you know, you guys will get married at nineteen, have three kids too young and then she’ll resent you for the rest of her life and you will divorce and marry some barely legal Gryffindor to relive your glory days like the pathetic man you’d become and she’d get revenge by marrying your best-friend turned brother you turned out to be a better man than you ever were. It’s a typical fiction story whether book or movie, especially in the muggle world.” 

James laughed. “Thank you for that, bug.” 

You audibly shrugged. “We just have to show her that you’re more than a himbo jock who only cares about sports and banging the one girl he can’t have.” 

“Sounds good… and what about you?” 

“What about me? Sirius made it clear that Xeno thinks I’m some loser virgin. What do I do about that?” you asked as you finished washing up. 

“Sex isn’t the most important thing in a relationship and Xeno needs to realize that. He seems to be into your looks, that’s not the only thing. What if you guys get married then what?” 

“Are you insinuating I’m going to be an ugly sixty year old?” 

“I’m just saying sometimes looks fade. Xeno needs to see that dating is better than a one night stand or even a friend with benefits.” 

“Thanks. I guess we’re gonna start dating now?” 

“Phase two starts next Wednesday,” James confirmed. 

“How are we doing it?” 

You swore you could hear him thinking from where you were. 

“Do you mind getting drunk again?” 

“I was planning on living hangover free for the rest of my life.” 

“Can you fake it?” 

“How good of an actress do you think I am?” 

“I got it!” James clapped his hands. “Small party in our dorm, tell your roommates that they’re invited.” 

“I’m trusting you James… Okay, I’m getting out of the tub now.” 

“Eyes are closed.” 

You looked over to see he was so serious about not looking. You slipped into your pajamas, a set of shorts and a short sleeved shirt with a bunch of teddy bears on them. You hopped up on the counter to do your skincare, telling James you were dressed and he could look again. 

“Love the bears.” 

“Are you being sarcastic?” you asked as you applied toner. 

“No,” he scoffed. “Maybe I just like bears. Can you throw me my briefs?” 

“These?” 

“You don’t have to hold them like they’re soaked in basilisk venom.” 

“It’s your panties,” you said with a toss. 

“Um, ladies wear panties. These are briefs.” 

“You know in some countries they’re all panties.” 

James left the shower to put on the rest of his clothes. He stood behind you as you stayed sitting on the counter. You lifted your leg a little so he could grab his pants. You looked at him through the mirror and smiled. 

“Your curls are so pretty.” 

“Thank you. Everyone else in my family has bone straight hair but I finally started learning to take care of it. You have a lot of skin care… What?” James asked when you whipped around. 

“James Potter. This is just seven steps.” 

“SEVEN?” 

You sat on your knees and pulled your products closer to you. “Here. I’ll show you.” 

James was happy to hear he got six steps instead of seven because he had already washed his face with a cleanser. Technically with soap but you didn’t want to think about that. James listened intently as you went through the steps of toner, green tea and aloe serum, eye cream, moisturizer, and a light oil. You were positive everything was going in one ear and out the other but at least he stood still when you wiped the cotton pad of toner over his face. 

The two of you heard commotion in the dorm room. One set of footsteps followed by more sound. Remus’ voice was very loud as he asked if James was down in the common room. You pulled away for a moment so he could shout to his friends that he was in the bathroom and they could come in before returning to the aloe vera serum you were spreading on his face. 

Peter opened the door. His eyes went wide as he squeaked and then closed the door quickly. Sirius and Remus, who were looking for pajamas after using the cleaning spell on themselves because they just couldn’t be bothered to take a proper shower, looked over at him. Sirius took off his shirt, his question coming out muffled. 

“What’s the problem, Wormy?” 

Peter moved away from the door. “Y/N’s in there and Prongs is shirtless.” 

The other two boys went wide-eyed. At first they didn’t believe him but they heard James laugh from the bathroom and you yell at him to give something back before he ruins it with his grubby fingers. When the bathroom door opened, the other marauders tried to look as nonchalant as possible in their beds.

James was no longer shirtless but in a white henley but you did come out of the bathroom with him. Instead of leaving, you made him move over so you could share his bed. The room was extra quiet as the boys tried to eavesdrop. 

“Can we not bother with the pillow barrier?” you asked James. “I’m still kind of upset.” 

James opened his arms. “Come here.” 

The other three marauders heard nothing else. You and James had wanted to go to sleep after the eventful night. Besides, there was lots to plan when it was a more respectable time of the day. 

(part 4)

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Hello!!

I just read → this ← fic of yours and I'd really love a second part or continuation of the story, where the little!reader spends a day with peter as their babysitter. 💖

They play games, craft and draw together. Maybe you could include the theme of sensory issues?

╰→ Example: They try out finger painting, but the bad textureᵀᴹ makes either the little!reader or Peter (or both?) feel icky, so they do something else instead.

Maybe they go outside when it's raining, the end result of that being, both of them end up completely covered in mud. And maybe Peter is a little annoyed at first, because everything is wet and gross, but little!reader and him still end up either having a mud-battle (like a snowball fight, but with mud) or jump around in puddles or whatever...

I don't know, just some cute ideas I thought of..

Either way, I would absolutely adore a babysitter!Peter × little!reader story.

P.s. I absolutely adore the autistic Peter head canon!

enjoy this cute gif of Tom Peter with a doggo

Hiiii!!! I am so sorry this took so long Darling. I do appreciate that you've waited so patiently!! It means a lot to me <3 I really loved your idea and I hope I've done it justice!

"Babysitter"

Pairing: Platonic!Caregiver!Peter Parker x Little!Reader

Summary: Your caregivers have a mission so your new friend babysits you, things go mostly well.

Warnings: Meltdown? Nicknames (Lovie)

(Gender neutral reader)

(I'm writing autism from my personal experiences.)

‼️THIS IS NOT NSFW‼️

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You and Peter had gotten closer since the party. You understood each other and had slowly started hanging out nearly everyday. Tony was happy that Peter was having regular social interactions and Steve and Bucky were incredibly proud that you were doing the same.

Peter and you had planned a day of hanging out for today. Normally the others would be on the other room however there was a mission that everyone was needed for. Peter offered to babysit you for the day and everyone was happy to let that happen.

Everyone left and you quickly decided that the day was going to be spent doing arts and crafts.

You had done colouring, you had done drawing. Peter then got an idea.

"Hey Lovie, how do feel about doing some painting?" He asked gently.

You paused and thought for a moment before responding. "We don't have any paint brushes though"

"What if we don't use brushes? What I'd we do some finger painting?"

"Really?!" You asked excitedly, you had never done finger painting before.

"Yep" he said chuckling.

Peter quickly got some more paper and some bright paints.

"How do I do it?" You asked curiously.

Peter came up behind you and took your hand in his, guiding you to the paint to dip your hand in before moving your hand to the paper. Making a colourful print.

You were practically bouncing in your seat you were so happy.

However as the left over paint began to dry on your hand you were quickly made unhappy.

"What's wrong Lovie?" Peter asked approaching you.

"It's icky!" You said loudly.

"Oh.. it's okay. Take a deep breathe okay? I'm gonna pick you up so we can go wash your hands, is that okay?"

You nodded moving your hands to your mouth.

"No, Love you can't do that they're covered in paint."

He moved your hands away from your mouth, picking you up and taking you to the kitchen to wash your hands.

Peter made quick work of getting the dried paint off your hands and drying them.

"Are you okay now?"

"Mhm.. that was fun but then it was icky"

"Yeah.. I'm sorry Lovie I didn't think about that.. that's why I wasn't doing it.."

He pressed a light kiss to your forehead before deciding it was tike for a movie.

"Do you want to watch a movie?"

"Mhm!"

"Okay let's go then."

He carried you to the sofa and sat down, you cuddled in his arms. He decided to put on a your favourite Disney movie and withing minutes you had fallen asleep, grasping Peters shirt for security.

Sighing gently Peter closed his eyes and followed you into a peaceful sleep.

[mrowmrowmrow9]

@themoonfortress you probably don't even remember this, but a million years ago I asked for AU ideas and you mentioned a karamel witness protection AU where they have to pretend to be a couple. Surprise, I actually wrote like 1500 words and a rough outline for it, but somewhere along the way the inspiration petered out and I never ended up finishing it. While I'm sharing unfinished stuff, I thought you might like to see what I had <3 Sorry it never got to the publishing stage!

Reading it back I'm disappointed that I lost the groove, this was a lot of fun to imagine! The rest of the plot will remain a secret, just in case ;)

Title: Survivors

The apartment was tiny. Incredibly tiny.

And Mon-El didn’t just think that because he grew up spoiled rotten in a mansion—the space was literally smaller than his living room. He couldn’t for the life of him figure out how two people were supposed to live here together. If they had virtually no concept of personal space, maybe. But that’s not typical for a couple of perfect strangers.

It was a bit of a relief when his companion’s eyes widened comically, mirroring his as she took in the room. “It’s…so…small.”

“Yup,” Mon-El breathed out. 

“I mean, it’s about the same size as my apartment,” Kara continued and he cringed. “But for two people…”

Perfectly in sync, their eyes moved over to the single bed in the corner…the one that couldn’t possibly, by any stretch of the imagination, be meant for two people. 

“I’m sleeping on the couch,” he decided. 

Her head jerked over to him. “What? No, I’ll take the couch.”

He blinked, surprised by the sudden resistance. “It’s fine, I really don’t mind.”

“Well, I do. That thing’s barely bigger than the chair! You’re taller, so you take the bed.” 

Mon-El resisted the urge to groan out loud. He just wanted to sleep, preferably without feeling guilty about taking the more comfortable option. But of course she had to be stubborn about it. “Fine. Whatever, suit yourself.”

They dropped their bags on the table and Kara pointedly turned her back to rummage through her bag as he undressed. Kind of. They weren’t given any pajamas (or much of anything, really) but he settled for taking off his jacket and jeans and slipping into the bed in his t-shirt. 

It was even stiffer than it looked, the mattress paper-thin. Mon-El closed his eyes. He heard the sound of fabric rustling, and the creak of the couch spring as Kara laid down on it, followed by more creaking over the next several minutes as she attempted to get comfortable. He sighed and buried his face into the pillow.

After a while he heard a disgruntled huff, and then there were footsteps and the mattress dipped with the weight of another body.

“Look, can you, uh…”

Mon-El shifted enough for her to crawl in behind him, against the wall. She’d followed his lead and stripped down to a t-shirt and socks, her bare legs brushing his as they jostled together, trying to get comfortable. The bed really wasn’t meant for two people. Finally they settled with him on his back, taking up most of the space (it was only fair, he reasoned somewhat grumpily, he had been there first) and her curled on her side with her back to the wall. Try as they might, the bed wasn’t quite big enough to avoid touching and her knee pressed into his thigh, her arm grazing his shoulder. 

“Sweet dreams,” Mon-El muttered, and hoped sleep would come for him quickly. 

***

It did. But not without a price. 

He dreamt of the day it all started, the day his life came crashing down around him. And coincidentally…the day he met her.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Mr. Gand.”

“Please, it’s just Mon-El. Mr. Gand is what everyone calls my father.”

Kara awkwardly chuckled along with him and withdrew her hand, nervously wringing it with the other. “Um, would you by chance know where her office—”

“Right, yeah, of course. Follow me.” Mon-El led her down the hallway, glancing back every now and then to make sure she was following him. Despite his words, he was already dreading taking her to meet his mother. Someone like her—young, earnest, eager to make a good impression—was exactly the kind of person Rhea relished in tearing apart, shattering their spirit with nothing but her words. She might’ve been chosen as their new maid out of countless others, but he doubted she’d last a week.

Perhaps it was better that way. One less person dragged into the dark, twisted life his family led.

He’d shown her to Rhea’s office, and found the door ajar. He should’ve run then, should’ve known better than to walk into that room, least of all with an innocent girl by his side, but that was exactly what he’d done. And they were both paying the price for it.

“Father?” he whispered hoarsely, unable to look anywhere but the body lying limp on the floor, surrounded by a pool of red. The body that had once been his father.

Rhea slowly rose to her feet, adjusting her grip on the blood-streaked knife as she trained her eyes on Mon-El and Kara like a predator gazing upon its prey. No, not like a predator. She was one. 

“Go,” he whispered.

“W-What?”

“Don’t think, Kara, just GO!” Mon-El grabbed her arm and pulled her with him as they sprinted from the room. He clomped down the stairs, deliberately making a racket and sure enough, the other servants started to fill the hallway, wondering what was causing the disturbance.

He knew exactly what was going through his mother’s mind; she had just committed a crime and he and Kara were the only witnesses. If they talked, her reputation would be ruined and if there was one thing Rhea cared about, it was the family’s image.

That alone ensured she wouldn’t kill him and Kara in front of the entire house, but it wouldn’t guarantee safety for long. They had to get out of there.

And never look back.

The best idea the police department could come up with was a witness protection program, and a flimsy fake identity that would never be enough to keep his mother from finding him. Nothing ever was. He remembered being a little boy, hiding in closets or underneath mahogany desks, his heart pounding, while Rhea’s footsteps thundered through their mansion as she yelled that he’d better come out right now, you stupid little boy, or so help me Rao I’m going to— 

It didn’t matter. That was in the past. The point was clear: she always found him. And she would again.

Kara smiled at him, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she followed him up the stairs.

He just hoped he didn’t take her down with him.

***

In contrast to the way she fell asleep, Kara woke up warm and comfortable. She sighed and shifted closer to the source of that pleasant heat, squinting her eyes against the sunlight. Wait a minute. She opened them just a sliver, and discovered that her entire field of vision was obscured by black fabric. Also, the pillow she was holding onto felt unusually…muscular? 

Well, that was embarrassing. As memories from the last twenty-four hours came flooding back, Kara realized that the “pillow” was indeed a person. Somehow during the night they’d moved even closer together and now her hand was curled around Mon-El’s bicep, her head nestled against his shoulder. 

Delicately she attempted to remove herself from his personal space, letting go of him and scooting away until her back hit the wall—which lasted about two inches. Double bed, her ass. At least he was warm. Whatever heating system the apartment had had was clearly out of service judging by the frosty temperature. Kara drew up the covers to her chin, still feeling embarrassment at how she’d subconsciously clung to him during the night, despite barely knowing the man. She supposed it was probably a habit left over from her years in the foster system, when a loose grip on your pillow or phone or book or whatever meant a strong chance an older kid would steal it. She’d never quite managed to let go of that feeling of being on edge, always on the lookout for danger. The little scars dotting her arm twinged in remembrance.

Mon-El suddenly shifted and yawned, thankfully stretching his neck at the same time so Kara was spared from a stranger’s morning breath in her face. He squeezed his eyes shut almost immediately, understandable given the lack of blinds in their stupid apartment, and then scooted forward and…wrapped an arm around her waist?

“Um,” Kara said.

He mumbled something incoherent, and then seemed to wake abruptly, jerking away from her as his eyes snapped open. “Uh…hi.”

“Hi.”

They stared at each other for a moment, the awkwardness thick in the air, and then Mon-El sighed and threw the covers back. “I need some fucking coffee.”

***

The only caffeine to be found in the apartment was some crappy instant coffee like what Kara usually bought (it was the cheapest she could find). She’d grown accustomed to the taste and didn’t really mind it, but she guessed Mon-El didn’t feel the same, judging by the way he grudgingly accepted it from her and badly disguised a grimace after the first sip. He was probably used to something more expensive, exported from a faraway country where children did the labor for pennies before the product was ready to be shipped off to National City’s wealthiest. She imagined he got the darkest, most bitter kind and drank it black, with no milk or sugar. Like a sociopath.

(It was possible Kara needed to rein in her imagination when it came to judging her rich employers—ex-employer now, she supposed. Although she was usually right, so.)

[baldursgat3]

part 3 of the I Promise It's Not Secretly A Karlach Fic enemies to lovers. shorter than usual but if I added the next part it'd almost definitely be too long so it's 2.2k. actually featuring a confrontation this time 🎉

part 1 | part 2

“Is this seat taken?” Astarion gestured towards the ground in front of you, clearly attempting some kind of humor. You had to grind your teeth not to lash out at him, that wouldn't be conducive to a calm discussion. But it felt like he was mocking you. Did he remember those were the first words he spoke to you? You had no way of knowing. You didn't respond, instead focusing most of your efforts on keeping your face as neutral as you could. It didn't work, you knew anger was written across it in bright letters but, at the very least, you could keep yourself from snarling and baring your teeth. He awkwardly sat down when you didn't answer his question, glancing at Karlach for help, though she only offered a shrug. This was on him. She was just there to keep you from killing him. “Look, I know we haven't exactly gotten off on the right foot, you and I.”

It felt like an eternity but the sun finally dipped below the horizon, taking its deadly, beautiful light with it. You couldn't actually watch the sunset, but you could see it happening through the fabric of your tent. The bright, white-ish light slowly faded to golden, petering out to a dim blue-ish, and then it was gone.

Had anyone walked in on you, they would've found you near tears, staring at the western wall of your tent with rapt attention. It was the closest thing to watching a sunset you'd had in two centuries, it was enough to flood your mind with emotions.

The light was gone now. It was safe for you to leave your tent, finally. You could get up and walk outside if you wanted to right now. Nothing was stopping you, no bars, no master, no sun, nothing. If you stepped outside right this instant you'd probably see the moon, maybe some stars were already out even. You could do it.

So why didn't you? Why did you just stare at the tent flap as though it might burn you if you tried to touch it. You were free, you could step out into the world again, stand underneath the wide expanse of the sky. So why weren't your feet moving? Why were you so petrified?

You hated being in that cage, the cramped, enclosed space that you so rarely had any respite from. Even now you had been stuck inside the even smaller room of the small tent all day, locked in by the sun. This was your first real moment of freedom. If only you could take the first step.

As much as you hated it, captivity was familiar. Little was expected of you and it was easy. Freedom meant anything and everything was possible. You had no idea what you wanted to do with it, it was all just so overwhelming. Your mind swirled with possibilities, the thought of your life truly being in your own hands once more.

Your hand trembled as you reached out to push the tent flap, opening it a few inches before your hand jerked back. Honestly, you weren't entirely sure why. It felt like you just kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like you would step outside and Cazador would be there, waiting with a vile grin on his face, just waiting for you to step outside so he could steal you away again.

Karlach wouldn't let that happen though. You felt certain. You could trust her, you had to. She had been so kind, why would she have been lying?

That thought came with a rush of determination, a now or never instinct shooting through your head. Without a second thought, you tossed the flap open, as you stepped outside.

You opened your eyes and let out the breath you didn't realize you'd been holding. There was a whole camp set up around you, a few people milling about who gave you some smiles. You didn't care about them. Your eyes were fixed on the heavens.

It was a gorgeous, clear night. Selûne gleamed brightly in the sky above you, a sight you had quite forgotten. The small belt of asteroids that surrounded the moon twinkled around her. In the distance, stars lit up the vast expanse of space, shimmering and sparkling in beautiful novas and galaxies that had your head spinning.

The world had changed so much since you had last seen it, but the sky sparkled and glimmered the same as it ever did. One could be moved to tears by the majesty of the cosmos on a good day. Seeing it after living through what had seemed to be an endless nightmare, it was more than your emotions could take.

Without a single regard for the looks you may get, a small sob escaped your mouth as you slowly sunk to your knees, eyes locked on the sky. Tears slipped down your cheeks and you cupped a hand over your mouth with a small gasp. You sat back on your heels, your eyes flicking across the sky as you tried to take in every last detail.

You didn't move when you felt someone else sit beside you. The heat that radiated from her was enough to tell you it was Karlach. She didn't say anything and neither did you. Even if you had something to say, your voice wouldn't have come to you.

For a while, you sat like that. You didn't notice the camp growing quieter around you, the noise in your head was too loud. When you finally pulled your gaze away from the night sky, you noticed several other people staring up at the sky as well. None of them were crying, but most of them smiled.

“You forget how beautiful the world is.” Karlach spoke softly. You didn't have to look at her to know she was smiling. “I know how you feel. No stars in Avernus. And you come back here and wonder how it was you never realized just how stunning everything really is.”

A breathy laugh escaped your lips. It was funny, you managed to run into someone who really did understand what you'd gone through. “It's never made me cry before. But I mean…” Your gaze turned back to the sky. “Just look at it all.’

The two of you sat in silence for a moment longer before you heard another set of footsteps approaching. Your face fell when you realized who was walking up to join you, settling into a look of obvious distaste and annoyance. But you had promised to try talking to him.

Astarion sauntered up, calm and confident. It irritated you, all his stupid charm. If he hadn't been so gods damned charming in the first place, you wouldn't be in this ordeal.

“Is this seat taken?” He gestured towards the ground in front of you, clearly attempting some kind of humor. You had to grind your teeth not to lash out at him, that wouldn't be conducive to a calm discussion. But it felt like he was mocking you. Did he remember those were the first words he spoke to you? You had no way of knowing.

You didn't respond, instead focusing most of your efforts on keeping your face as neutral as you could. It didn't work, you knew anger was written across it in bright letters but, at the very least, you could keep yourself from snarling and baring your teeth.

He awkwardly sat down when you didn't answer his question, glancing at Karlach for help, though she only offered a shrug. This was on him. She was just there to keep you from killing him. “Look, I know we haven't exactly gotten off on the right foot, you and I.”

He looked as though he expected a response and your glare simply darkened. He didn't seem to be intimidated by you. After all, you had about all the energy and strength of a butterfly right now. But he did seem uncomfortable. He survived using his charm and, when that didn't work, his dagger. Neither of those were viable options for you and he felt lost.

So he just tried to continue. “I know you're angry about all that's happened and I- I would never blame you for that. I…” He bit his lip anxiously, casting another look to Karlach. “I'm sorry. For the role I played in your suffering. It was never my choice. I never wanted to go out hunting people for him, you know?”

That was little comfort to you now. You weren't stupid, you knew he was obeying orders. You'd been compelled by Cazador on a few occasions, you knew what it felt like to be unable to resist. That didn't stop your anger though. That didn't change anything. Your life had still been ruined.

“Is it supposed to make me feel better, knowing that?” Your voice was even and bitter. Honestly, you were surprised you managed to bury as much of your anger as you did. “Because you didn't mean to, because you didn't want to, I'm supposed to forgive you for destroying my life?”

“It wasn't me!” His voice raised. You could see the anger flickering behind his eyes now. You weren't the only one repressing emotions. “Cazador trapped you. He hurt you. Not me!”

“No, you just brought me back to him!”

“I didn't have a choice!”

“You didn't have to choose me!”

He looked at you with what almost felt like revulsion. “So what, I was supposed to take someone else that night? Someone else to suffer in your place?”

His judgment made your blood boil. Who in all the nine hells was he to judge you for wanting to escape your fate by any means necessary. Your eyes darkened and your voice lowered to an angry hiss as you looked him in the eyes. “Yes.”

It wasn't like he didn't understand what it felt like. He knew how badly he had wanted to escape, to have never been caught up with Cazador in the first place. But he wasn't wishing that suffering onto other people. “What the hell do you want from me then?”

His voice was just as bitter and nasty as yours was. You could feel the way Karlach was tensing up beside you. She wanted to jump in and say something to smooth this out but what could she say? “I don't want anything from you. The only thing you could've done for me was fling yourself from the parapets before ever finding me. But it's a little late now.”

“Well that's not very useful then, is it?” He snapped, baring his fangs without a thought.

He didn't frighten you, you bared yours right back. “I didn't fucking ask you to be useful.”

“What in the hells are you expecting from me then?” His eyes narrowed. “I can't change what happened and I already apologized I can't do anything else!”

“You've done enough! I don't want you to fucking do anything! I want you to stop doing things. You ruined my life, ruined so many people's lives. And you get to kill Cazador. You get to walk in the sun!”

He bristled visibly, grinding his teeth as he straightened up. “If anyone deserved to kill that man it was me. You don't know half the shit he put me through. He ruined my life too!”

“You got to wander free! You could roam the city, still! While I was locked in a tiny, miserable cage with five other people! You got to have some kind of life, you got to eat-”

“Only the dead rats he thought it was funny to watch me force down!”

“Enough that you didn't spend decades without so much as a drop!”

This was devolving quickly. Maybe it was a bad idea to stick the two of you together so quickly. Karlach straightened up as the two of you coiled tighter and tighter. She needed to stop this before one of you exploded.

“Okay, alright, hey maybe we wait on this conversation, yeah?” She carefully moved to position herself slightly between you both. “It's a pretty night, how about we just… go back to enjoying that?”

The two of you still glared at each other, fangs bared in the moonlight. You were fine with him leaving. You knew you couldn't actually hold your own against him if it came to fighting. You were still far too weak.

“Fine.” He hissed, after a moment of silence. He stood quickly, finally taking his eyes off of you. With a huff, he straightened his shoulders and turned on his heel. You watched him go, more than happy to get away from him. Though, admittedly, you did feel bad for Karlach. She had clearly been hoping for a better outcome.

She stayed beside you, awkward and quiet for a moment. Being the mediator wasn't exactly her usual role but she was trying. “Well… that could've gone better.

You sighed, dropping your head. “I'm sorry.” You whispered, staring at the ground now. “I know you wanted us to get along but… I just… I hate him.”

That maybe wasn't the thing to say if you were trying to make her feel better. You saw the way her shoulders slumped and her eyes turned downcast. “I know. I get it but…” She sighed. Even if she thought they would be able to comfort each other, the hurt just ran too deep.

Your anger was still too raw for you to even look at him without wanting to rip his throat out. Neither of you would be leaving the camp any time soon though. You had nowhere else to go, and he was on some big hero quest, just like the rest of them.

“I'm sorry.” You said again, more tired this time. “It's… it's hard not to be angry. I don't think I can just be okay with this.” You sighed. It was difficult, you knew you were the problem. He'd tried to apologize, you were the one who started the fight. But how were you supposed to control your anger after everything you'd been through because of him? “I don't know how he expects me to be any different.”

[liamgallaghermpreg]

Happy WW!! I always see you talking about ABO dynamics so I gotta ask: have you ever thought about a Supernatural + Teen Wolf crossover? If you were now CEO of the CW how would you make that play out? (Lets pretend in this make believe land that incest is allowed on tv lol)

this is a wild ask and i'm obsessed thank you. have i ever thought about it? no. am i thinking about it NOW? absolutely yes

(also fwiw there is incest in riverdale lmao, which leads me to believe that the cw is down to clown with it as long as it's m/f lol but i digress)

ok so. one thing about me and teen wolf is i ship everything. i've only seen 1-3b (i dipped when allison died moved away) and i rewatched 1-2 at the beginning of the pandemic. i forgot how fucking wild that show was?? ANYWAY!! here's a couple character interactions i'd love to see:

sam, meet lydia: lydia would initially be interested in dean, the charming, good-looking older brother, but quickly realize that sam is the one with the brains that line up more with hers. dean is smart, absolutely, but sam is more interested in typical academics, and lydia is a genius. they'd chat. they'd get into the lore (once sam does lydia a couple favors, of course). i fucking love lydia martin, she is a forever girl to me, and despite TW being an MTV show, lydia has deep flavors of sam. s2 lydia, hearing voices and visions, not knowing what's wrong with her, learning a dark family past, a harbinger of death...yeah, they'd have plenty to talk about and i'd LOVE to see these two as fast friends that nobody quite understands. sam hiding that lydia is a banshee from dean so that he & john don't hunt her...ugh <3

dean, meet peter hale: we know that dean loves a good looking father figure ;) and peter is so manipulative and creepy – he'd absolutely sniff out the J/D going on (incestuous family meet incestuous family) and use it to piss dean off during fights. i imagine this as an endless chase; peter is so good at getting away and dean is so upset with himself that he keeps losing him and getting toyed with in the process. can you imagine peter's flirting? also, with all the peter + lydia stuff happening, this would add another layer on top of it, when you have sam's friendship with lydia.

john, meet chris & kate argent: ok. incest recognize incest. what the hell was going on in the argent family lmfao bUT ANYWAY i would LOVE to see john talk with these other hunters who all three have such different interpretations of their "codes." i would love to see who john sides with – is it chris, who only hurts those who hurt others, or kate, the vicious fighter who doesn't think twice about hurting any werewolf? i would love to see the fallout of john siding with kate first only to see how that drive has corrupted her into the evil that she is.

dean should hook up with...marin: this would be so fun i think. she's smart and beautiful, which is enough to draw dean in, and she can keep up with him. he can talk to her about the supernatural world, but oh man imagine the fallout of finding out marin is working with deucalion, dean turning on her, and then finding out that she was actually double-crossing him! the self-hatred that would ensue. would they get back together after? who knows...

sam should hook up with...stiles: i almost said allison but scallison is my otp so i can't break them up lmao. i want sam & stiles to have their bi-curious phase with each other. a messy baby dom 4 baby dom virgin 4 virgin moment at one of those raves. they're both secretly constantly competing to be the smartest person in the room and stiles is sooo jealous of sam's friendship with lydia yet fascinated by him. tension off the CHARTS.

john should hook up with...melissa: hELLO? this would be so hot. while i do ship melissa/sherriff stilinski, i love the idea of this ill-advised hookup lmao. both single parents looking for a good time, john unaware that her son is one of the werewolves he's hunting, maybe rafael (her ex-husband) has it out for john bc the winchesters have gotten themselves on the FBI's radar?

oh there is SO MUCH fun stuff you can do with this crossover, also sam would love dr. deaton i think, and dean and jackson do get in a physical fight at some point and dean kicks his fucking ass lol

[theghostpinesmusic]

Alright, I was putting off dealing with this beast of a video yesterday, but now I think it's time.

The backstory here is that in addition to surprise-announcing a four-night run at the Capitol Theatre with their new drummer two months before the start of their summer tour, Goose also had a surprise theme for night two of the run, which was also the night of the lunar eclipse: they would play through their 2016 album Moon Cabin in its entirety (with a few theme-appropriate songs at the beginning and end of the show to round things out). This resulted in a) us getting to hear Cotter play on a lot of "classic" Goose songs for the first time and b) lots of long jams, since turning one CD-length album into a three-hour show necessitates a bit of stretching out.

The centerpiece of the show arguably came in the first set, with this nearly 50 minute "Into The Myst" -> "Arcadia" pairing. I'm a huge fan of both songs, but haven't yet written any posts about either.

"Myst" was one of my "first favorite" Goose songs, back when I was still getting familiar with their catalog. It and "Creatures" are maybe the most notable examples of the part of the band's repertoire that dips into electronica/EDM territory. Back when I first started listening to the band, these two songs really set them apart from the other jam bands I was familiar with and so I gravitated toward them. And yes, I know that the Disco Biscuits and Lotus and Spafford exist and that Goose didn't "invent" jamtronica out of whole cloth, but still. They were/are good songs and I did/do enjoy them.

"Myst" tends not to get jammed out very often (with a few notable exceptions), but it usually features a sort of breakdown after the main song that slowly gets built back up to the song's peak-y outro over the course of a few minutes while staying firmly in "Type I" territory. This version is...not that.

If Goose has a "hit" song, it's probably "Arcadia." It's catchy, the lyrics are fun and good but also a little allusive, and it's designed to end with one of those bring-the-house-down resolutions that we jam band fans love. Like many, many other Goose fans, what made me a fan in the first place was watching the band's 2019 Peach Fest performance on YouTube, and in particular that "Arcadia" grabbed my attention and is still a version of the song I come back to almost five years later. It's also on Alive and Well, which is cool.

Improvisationally, "Arcadia" tends to follow a similar path as "Myst": the band plays the song proper, drops down into breakdown mode, and builds momentum and intensity back up to the song's peak. There are a ton of great, unique versions of this song out there, though, and I'd argue that the journey to the destination varies much more with "Arcadia" than it does with "Myst."

I'm excited to dive back into this particular section of this particular show because I actually had some weird video/audio problems with this show originally when livestreaming it, and so I missed a bit chunk of this "Myst" and part of this "Arcadia," and spent most of the rest of the show playing catch-up technologically. The show as a whole definitely warrants a full relisten on my next big road trip or something, but for now, of course, I'm "just" covering this 47 minutes of it.

I always love getting to see Peter ham it up during the "Myst" intro. I also always love when the song's intro drops into the verse chords. It takes awhile in this version, as the whole band jams over the intro for longer than usual. But it's cool, because there's some great Trevor/Rick interplay during this section. Eventually, the "drop" happens at 3:45 and we're off and running.

The little solo break in the middle of the song is way more bass-heavy than usual, as Rick lays back a bit after seeming to have some sort of guitar/tech malfunction right before (?). Hard to tell from the camera angle what was going on.

Anyway, we make to the end of the composed part of the song at 11:25, and immediately the move into the jam is a little different than usual. Instead of a drop into a breakdown, Cotter starts playing a quick beat and that makes the transition instead. I like Peter's pecking at the Vibe here. I also like that there's no pretense of playing the rest of the song the "normal" way: the band immediately swerves into weirdness with no hesitation.

Something about this section of the jam (Rick's noodling, the rhythm both drummers lock into) sounds very Dead-ish to me. I love how much the camera focuses on Cotter early on because he's killing it during this part.

Also, Peter being a ham again at 15:05.

I know I'm probably getting a little repetitive at this point about this, but what strikes me (again) about this first section of the jam is the patience the band shows in slowly exploring this space. Certainly, a lot of Goose jams from earlier years also stayed in this or that sonic space for five or even ten minutes at a time, but there was often little feeling that they were developing particular ideas or moving toward something; instead, it often felt like the rest of the band would just settle into a background that Rick could play guitar over. If there's ever been anything about this band that I've been inclined to criticize, it was that. It seems to have sort of...gone away...since last fall?

For example, nothing much has changed dramatically in this jam by 18:00, but there's a sense that we're picking up momentum, aided by small changes in what Cotter and Peter in particular are playing. Moving forward not by a sudden key change or dramatic tonal shift, but by slow degrees. It's cool. It's also a major way in which New Goose is reminding me more and more of Phish: not that they're "copying" Phish's sound (as naysayers will often say, naying), but that their improvisation is taking on more and more of that smoothness and hive-mindedness that I love so much in the best Phish jams.

A great example of this is at 21:00 or so here, where Rick locks on to this neat, looping riff that ends up sort of serving, through magical telepathy, as the end of this jam section: when we come out on the other side a few seconds later, Cotter is playing a much more driving beat and then the rest of the band moves to match him in intensity. Pete moves over to electric piano shortly after and we've achieved full-on Bliss Goose Mode for the next few minutes.

Wow. This was the part that I missed when watching live and it's really, really good. When you can hear the crowd screaming over the webcast you know the band's really tapping into something.

Rick finally turns the hose off at 27:00, a full sixteen minutes after the jam started. If there's one tiny complaint I have about this nutso jam, it's that they don't return to the end of "Myst," which is usually a pretty badass, cathartic moment. Again, it's a tiny complaint in this case, though, because instead we get a really smooth segue into the spacey intro for "Arcadia."

The jam out of "Arcadia" starts around 31:55. At 32:05, the camera catches Peter feeling the groove, and it sort of seems like Rick picks up on his reaction and drops out as well, letting the rhythm section do its thing for a bit. You know me: I'm never going to complain about a Trevor solo. Goddamn. Eventually the rest of the band joins back in around 33:25.

This funk breakdown bit is pretty typical of the type of jamming the band does during Arcadia, but this version has some extra oomph to it, in my opinion. Part of that is probably Cotter adding a different touch to the percussion section and, again, it almost feels like Rick is trying not to play that much, letting everyone else come through more clearly.

I really like the riff that Rick locks on to at around 36:00. I think he does, too.

Peter moves over to the clav at about 38:30 and while this doesn't dramatically change the tenor of the jam right away, it certainly makes it crunchier and seems to at least start driving the band toward a build. It takes another two or so minutes for Rick to warm up to Full Shred Mode, but by 42:00 the whole band is going full speed, Peter's banging out something crazy and dissonant on the piano and we're well on our way to a classic "Arcadia" peak.

If you're not familiar with "Arcadia" already, the jam usually builds up tension until it releases into a minor key progression that is the actual ending to the song. So you get, in a sense, two huge peaks for the price of one in most versions. Which is probably why everyone likes "Arcadia" so much.

Here, the change happens at 43:57. I really like Cotter's swinging during the early part of this build. It's one of those many little things that he does differently that makes old songs like this one feel new in a cool way.

The smoke machines are a little intense and I'm not sure how I feel about them. This "Arcadia" peak, though, is fantastic. If your ears get burnt out on Rick losing his mind, listen to Trevor instead.

And that's the story of how Goose turned two five-minute tracks from Moon Cabin into a forty-seven minute cave diving expedition/ear slaughter!

[thatblackravenclaw]

Bad Kitty

Masterlist

author note: the reader is black cat but there is no name or skin tone described in this fic.

Peter Parker x fem!Black Cat!reader

word count: 945

warning(s): smut, being tied (webbed) up, oral (fem receiving), fingering, reader is called a good girl, peter calls reader mommy, switch reader and switch peter, light choking, porn with little plot, cursing

“Here kitty kitty kitty” I hear him say in a demeaning, teasing tone.

“Catcalling, are we?” I ask without turning around.

“Seems to be the only way I can get your attention.”

“You always have my have attention, hun.”

“Is that so?”

“It is.” I say while doing a cat-like strut towards him. Once I’m in front of him I lean in until I’m about 3 inches from his mask-covered lips. “So, what is it you want Spider-Man?”

“Since you’ve finished your mission, I was wondering if you’d like to come over tonight?”

“Sorry Spider, I have prior plans.” I respond before doing a back cartwheel, my foot narrowly missing his face, before I hop on the ledge. “Hopefully I’ll see you around though. I always enjoy our little chats,” and then I jump off.

-.-.-.-.-

I really need to patch this up.

“Babe?” I hear from the front door.

“In the bedroom!” I respond while putting his suit back in the drawer with mine.

“Hey, I missed you.” He whispers in my ear as he wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my cheek.

“Is that so?” I tease.

“It is. Even if you have been a bad cat today.”

“What? What have I done?” I say feigning innocence and turning around in his arms so I can face him.  

“You should know better than to not play those types of games while we’re on the job.”

I proceed to push him on to the bed with my index finger and then seductively crawl on top of him. I nuzzle against his nose before placing a light kiss on his lips.

“Aww, but I love to play.”

“Well, that’s just too bad.” He says. Next thing I know, my arms and legs are webbed to the bed. “It was real cute, what you did on the roof, but now you’re mine.”

He slowly raises my shirt above my tits. My head buzzing with anticipation.

His hands slowly caress my sides, leaving goosebumps in its wake. I try to control my breathing, but the farther south his hands go, the more I lose control.

He kisses both of my cheeks before kissing my lips. Once I respond back, he deepens the kiss. His lips move down to my neck until he gets to my most sensitive spot. I let out a sigh as he sucks and nibbles until he’s satisfied with the color he’s left.

I feel my nipples harden against the tension in the room and the feeling of his lips lightly and teasingly on my sternum. I grow more wet, and I start to squirm and try and gather some friction.

He pulls away and lets out a laugh. Not playful or teasingly, but so dark I feel a shiver go down my spine.

“Thought you liked to play?”

I hold back a remark, knowing the reward is going to be worth it.

“Hm. I probably should’ve undressed you first. Guess I’m just gonna have to-“ and then he rips my fucking shorts. I want to be mad, but then he starts to glide his fingers over my pussy that I didn’t realize was also throbbing with my heartbeat.

“Such pretty panties. Too bad you’re ruining them. I haven’t even done anything to you yet and you’re soaked.”

I feel his breath on my clothed pussy before he licks up to my clit. The groan he lets out almost makes me beg him to do something. Almost.

“Now be a good kitty while I eat my dinner.”

He rips off my underwear and I feel a quick chill from the air before his tongue is between my labia before flicking my clit. I sob which he takes as a sign to continue his kitten licks. I cry from the pleasure.

“Baby, please. I’m sorry just please. I need you inside me.”

He parts from me. A string connecting his bottom lip and my pussy.

“I would baby, but I’m not finished.”

His fingers he wets two fingers with my arousal before dipping them inside of me. I raise my hips to reach his thrusts.

“I don’t think you understand how pretty you look when you’re submissive. All spread out. Just for me.”

He picks up the pace and I can’t contain my moans anymore. His fingers just shy of my g-spot. I hear the squelching of my juices with each thrust.

“PLEASE! I’ll do anything baby please” I cry out.

“Anything?”

“YES!” I moan out with a gasp. I try to move my thighs to squeeze around him, but to no avail due to the webs.

“Then cum.”

His lips wrap around my clit, and he sucks, hard. My legs shake and I feel his free arm wrap around one of my thighs. He adds another finger inside of me and starts going at an inhuman speed.

“oh my- FUCK” I shout and then I see white. My body shivers as I go through aftershocks.

Peter lets go of clit and places a light kiss making my squirm. His fingers stroking my insides at a slower pace as he works me through my orgasm.

“Such a good girl.” He says before licking up my cum. I keen from the praise.

I calm my breathing while he cuts me loose from the webs.

He lays down next to me, lightly kissing whatever skin he can.

“How do you feel?” He asks.

I let out a content sigh before responding. “Amazing.”

I then roll on top of him into a straddle. His eyes widen as I wrap my hand around his neck.

“Now it’s my turn to play. You gonna behave?”

“Yes, mommy.”

[cjsinkythoughts]

Suits, Dresses, and Heels

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 4000

Warnings: !FATWS SPOILERS!, Cursing, More Mentions of PTSD, Gun Violence, Slight Mentions of Drinking, Club Dancing (You’re all gonna hate me for that part, but I’m not sorry)

A/N: Here’s Part 4.2 - The Second Part to Episode 3 - as requested. This is a little more scene-by-scene, but there are some off-screen moments. I’ll be posting Part 4.3 (which will have the rest of the episode) later tonight.

There’s a bit more information on Reader, but not as much as the last chapter. Sharon comes in during this part, so you get to see her and Reader’s relationship.

Also, I have mixed feelings about Zemo at this point. Not in the story, the Reader’s not a fan as you learned previously, but for me personally, he’s surprised me a couple times by coming back and helping.

Anyways! Thank you so much for reading! This isn’t beta’d so excuse any mistakes! Check out my other parts before you read! Thank you again! Stay tuned, loves!

FATWS MASTERLIST

cjsinkythoughts MASTERLIST

!SPOILERS UNDER CUT!

The dress was far too tight for your liking, and showed way too much skin. Not that you didn’t like being a tease every once in a while, but for this mission, you’d rather have more cover and movement.

You had to admit though; Zemo had nice taste. The dress fit deliciously - which made you wonder how he got your size. The color and cut was devastatingly flattering. Plus, he let you do your own makeup.

Being the only female, you were in a separate area of the jet getting ready. Once you were done, you made sure to knock, even though you’d walked in on Sam changing too many times to count while on the run and had seen Bucky answer the door in nothing but a towel. It was mainly for Zemo’s sake, just a warning that you were walking in whether or not they were ready.

“Damn, girl! You clean up nice!”

You rolled your eyes at Sam, painted lips quirking up as you studied him, shooting him a wink. “You should try a mirror, Sammy.” You turned to Bucky to find him staring wide-eyed and slack-jawed at you. “What do you think, Buck?”

His mouth snapped shut and he cleared his throat, eyes exploring the dips and curves your body. “You…” He blinked once. Twice. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his intense eyes making you heat up, before he shook his head. “You look good.” He rushed out, before spinning on his heel shoving past Sam who was snickering.

“Where’s Zemo?” You noticed he wasn’t in the main area of the plane when you walked in.

“Rearranging our ride once we get there.”

You huffed, fixing your hair. “Oh God. We’re really doing this.”

“Yup.”

“Okay.” You looked down at yourself before looking up at the boys. “Something’s gonna go wrong, isn’t it?”

“Absolutely.”

“No doubt.”

Giving a slight groan at their simultaneous answers, you nodded. “Let’s try not to screw up too badly, boys, alright? I at least want to live long enough to see Peter graduate.”

Sam rolled his eyes with a scoff. “That kid’s a punk.”

“You’re a punk.” You shot back.

Bucky raised his hand. “I second that punk thing.”

“For which one?”

“Both of them.”

You chuckled as Sam gaped at Bucky, who shrugged innocently. The former assassin tilted his head in your direction to shoot you a grin and a wink, making you laugh more. Shaking your head, you go to make a joke when Zemo walked in.

“It’s time. We’re landing now.”

And just like that, the teasing atmosphere dissipated, leaving you anxious and regretful.

*******************

You walked by Bucky, arm linked with his metal one, listening as Zemo told Sam about his “character” he was to play.

“He’s a known womanizer - always has a gorgeous lady on his arm.” Zemo gestured towards you. “It’s the only way they’d let in a woman.”

“Aren’t we going to see a woman?” You questioned, gently patting Bucky’s metallic bicep when his hold on you tightened.

“Which makes it more imperative that you don’t act threatening. Women don’t make the same mistake men do; they don’t underestimate other women.”

You nodded. He had a point there. Bucky faced you, a frown on those pretty lips. “I don’t like this.” He mumbled.

“You think I do?” You whispered back. “With you being him again? Even if it’s just pretend? And need I remind you whose idea this was?”

“I know, I know. Just…” He sighed. “Promise me you won’t get hurt on purpose.”

Your forehead creased. “Why would I-?”

“To protect people. You always do. And I get it, I do. It’s why you started this in the first place, but…save yourself first, this time, okay?”

“Buck-”

“Promise me.”

It wasn’t often you could see the fear in his eyes, hear it in his voice, but you could then. Unable to do anything else you nodded, a soft, “okay” falling from your lips. He nodded back, pressing a kiss to your head, before letting you go as a car approached.

Bucky helped you in - the heels you were wearing were no joke - before sliding in himself, Sam getting in on the other side of you. “And you two can’t be…” Zemo gestured to the two of you as the car started moving, eyeing your still connected hands. “Doing that.”

“This isn’t my first theater production.” You snapped at him. “We’ll be fine.”

He raised his hands in surrender, turning back to look out the windshield. Once you arrived, you gave Bucky’s hand one last squeeze, before accepting Sam’s hand to get out on his side, linking your arm with his like you were doing with Bucky earlier.

“I finally get to see one of your performances, baby.” Sam grinned at you.

You smirked back. “Best seats in the house, too, Smiling Tiger.” He groaned at your jest, nudging you playfully with his elbow as you giggled.

“This way.” Zemo cut in, jerking his head in the direction you’d be going. You took a breath, steeling yourself, before the three of you nodded at each other and followed his lead.

You found the fellas reactions amusing, their heads turning to study and scan everything they could see. You were more subtle in the way you analyzed your surroundings, feeling a bit more at home in this situation than, say, fighting super soldiers on top of semi trucks.

Your jaw tightened, as did your grip on Sam’s arm, when Zemo started speaking Russian, the four of you pushing through a crowded bar. Sam ran his fingers over your arms, giving your hand a little squeeze, silently reassuring you.

It was a bit obvious Sam hadn’t done much undercover work, put he stayed in character and you were impressed. Especially when the bartender started cutting up the snake, which you had to look away for because if there was one thing you couldn’t do…it was snakes. You nearly gagged when Sam reluctantly downed the drink. 

Bucky eyed you, lips pursed in a way you recognized as him trying to hold in a smile. That made you feel a little better, hiding your own smile by turning into the crook of Sam’s neck. “Not. Funny.” He growled through clenched teeth, lips not moving.

“Kinda is.”

He grumbled under his breath, before the two of you tuned into the conversation between Zemo and a thug that came up, learning about the apparent power broker of Madripoor, which you a bit of from your time undercover there.

Sam held you tightly when Zemo turned to Bucky, knowing what was about to happen.

You didn’t like it. You didn’t like how easily aggressive he became. You didn’t like the little smirk Zemo gave as Bucky attacked. You didn’t like the cellphones being pointed in his direction. You didn’t like it.

“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.” You gave Zemo a warning glare, a shaky breath leaving you.

He’d been doing so well. At least, for someone who had been through what he had. Especially considering it’d only been a few months since he’d been pardoned - half a year since everyone came back. You knew bringing Zemo on board had been a bad idea, but-

A squeeze to your hand pulled you out of your thoughts. You let out an inaudible sigh of relief as Zemo allowed Bucky to let the man he was choking go.

“Selby will see you now.”

One step down. You hoped that would be the hardest part, but you knew it most definitely wouldn’t be.

“You good?”

Bucky sniffed, giving you two a curt nod, before following Zemo. You bit your lip. “That wasn’t really an answer, was it?”

Sam shook his head. “No. No it wasn’t.”

Selby wasn’t exactly what you were expecting, but you’d come to expect that. You stayed on Sam’s arm, giving the guards coy smiles and playing with the fake nails you had on in faux-boredom.

When she purred at the man besides you, you and Bucky glanced at each other, with you resisting the urge to scrunch up your nose. “And who is this gorgeous creature?”

Your eyes snapped back to Selby, giving her a slightly bashful smile. “Celeste Addams. Pleasure.”

“Trust me, dear. The pleasure is all mine.” Alright, you thought as she scanned you with a smirk. She was swinging for both teams. You could work with that. “What’s the offer?” She looked back to Zemo.

Zemo gave her the offer - information about the super soldier serum for the Winter Soldier and the code words to control him. Your blood boiled as Zemo touched Bucky, fingers grabbing his chin. You swore, once this whole thing was over, you would kick Zemo’s ass. You should make a list, just to keep track of all the things he’d done, and no doubt would do, to piss you off. That way he’d know why exactly you were beating his ass.

A name came up, Dr. Wilfred Nagel, along with the knowledge that the super soldier serum was, in fact, in Madripoor. You and Sam met eyes. Second step down.

But before they could get anything else, Sam’s phone buzzed. You ducked your head, closing your eyes, mumbling “fuck” when you saw it was Sarah. Sam’s responses just made you inwardly cringe even more.

“The bank, yeah. We laundered so much mo-” He chuckled nervously. “Yeah. They’ll come around.”

Is he fucking serious? For the love of God, Sammy…

And then she called him Sam. Next thing you knew, Selby was shot and you, Bucky, and Sam were taking out a guard each, you growling at the fact that you couldn’t use your legs because the dress was too damn tight.

You had no choice but to trust Zemo’s lead, but word traveled very quickly here, and less than a minute after walking outside, you were getting shot at.

“C’mon!” Bucky grabbed your arm, pulling you besides him.

“Can you not right now?!”

“I can’t run in these heels!”

You glared at Sam, the killer six inchers on your feet feeling like hell. “Hell no! You did not just say that in front of me!”

“You started it!” You scowled at him, following Bucky into an alley, only to duck as shots rang out. Chest heaving, you looked around for the source of the bullets that killed the men chasing you.  Your “guardian angel” as Zemo put it.

She soon appeared in all her stunning, blonde badass glory. “Sharon?”

Sam quickly explained the situation, trying to get her not to shoot Zemo who she had a gun pointed at.

“I stole Steve’s shield, remember? I also took the wings for your ass,” she pointed the gun at Sam, then Bucky, “so that you could save his ass, from his ass.” And the gun was back on Zemo. She shot you a smile. “And your ass is looking beautiful as always.”

You grinned back. “Thanks. You’re not looking too bad yourself.”

As she spoke, your lips turned down. You had tried calling her after Germany, but it always went to voicemail. First thing you did when you got back was try to get everyone pardoned, but it was a process. And then you found out about Wanda and ever since…

Sharon was your first real friend. She was only a couple years younger than you and had been one of your first partners during your time with SHIELD. And the fact that she’d been on the run for years now, even with the Blip, her family not having seen or talked to her since…that was exactly why you couldn’t take a break. She was family and you found there was nothing more important than family. But when she needed you, you were out searching for someone who didn’t want to be found.

How were you supposed to choose between two sisters? How could you cope with the fact that you chose the wrong one?

“Sharon, we need your help.” She laughed at Bucky’s statement. “Please,”

She glanced at you and you nodded. “I’d appreciate it, Share.”

She gave a sigh before nodding. “This isn’t over. I have a place in High Town. You should be safe there for a while.”

She turned and started walking, and you were about to follow, when you remembered something.

Spinning around, your fist connected with Zemo’s cheek, Sam and Bucky shouting in surprise while the man stumbled back. “Don’t you fucking dare touch him like that ever again, or I will break every bone in your body.” You threatened, your expression twisting into a scowl as you grab his hand and bend it awkwardly. He grunted but didn’t move, knowing one wrong turn would break his wrist. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal.” He ground out.

You pushed a little more, making him wince, before letting go and rounding back to Sharon, who was smirking at you. “Let’s get moving.”

“Yes, ma’am.” She jerked her head back over her shoulder to where a car was waiting, leading them over.

You quickly followed after her with Bucky on your heels and Sam dragging Zemo along. Speaking of heels, as soon as you got in the car - getting shotgun for the first time ever at Sharon’s insistence - you prodded the stupid shoes off your feet.

“Nice kicks.”

“Yeah.” You scoffed. “Unless you’re trying to kick.”

“Did you rip the dress?”

“I was tempted to.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll get you in something more comfortable. And you’ll look just as good. Not that you wouldn’t look good in literally anything.”

You chuckled, giving her a look. “Let’s not test that theory.”

She smiled back, nodding. “Fine. I’ll let you pick something out.”

Sam huffed, crossing his arms best he could, being squished with the two other fully grown men in the back seat. “Women.”

The two of you exchanged looks, rolling your eyes at the three pouting guys. “Men.”

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“I’m gonna go check on the boys. But I’ll be right back.”

You nodded, looking through her closet. No dresses. And absolutely no heels. Flats, if you had to, but you’d definitely prefer sneakers right now. You decided on shorts and an off-the-shoulder blouse, grateful for the looser clothing.

“They’re idiots.”

You laughed and looked over at the door as Sharon entered. “Yeah. I know.”

“Cute.” She commented on your outfit, sitting on her bed. “They explained the situation. Sam said if I help, he’d clear my name-”

“Sharon.” You sighed, biting your lip. “I tried. I really did. I-”

She shook her head, smiling at you reassuringly. “No, I know. It’s why I’m not mad at you. Sorry I didn’t call back. How’ve you been?”

You shrugged. “Fine, I guess.”

“Even with the whole ‘Cap is back’ thing.”

“Walker’s the government’s pet. He’s not Captain America. He’s not…”

“Steve?”

Looking up at her from the ground, you nodded. “Yeah.”

“Do you miss him?”

You smirked, wagging your eyebrows at her. “Do you?”

She rolled her eyes, tossing a pillow at you. “It’s kinda weird now, isn’t it?”

“Maybe a little. But I can’t blame you. Have you seen him shirtless? Good God.”

Sharon laughed, shaking her head as you joined her on the bed. “How come it’s always you getting wrapped up in these things?”

“I have no clue.” You chuckled, crossing your legs underneath you. “First I’m answering a phone call from Bucky at five in the morning and next thing I know, I’m being kicked off of semi trucks, breaking criminals out of prisons and running in six inch heels.”

“You answer Bucky’s calls at five in the morning?”

You gave her a look. “Sharon-”

“No, no. Hey. That’s cool. Some girls like bad boys, some like jocks, others like nerds. You like super soldiers from the 40’s. Everyone’s got a thing.”

A playful shove turned into a pillow fight, which turned into a sparring session, during which you pin her on her back. “You’re getting better.” You complimented, getting up.

She glared at you, taking your outstretched hand and letting you pull her up. “I guess that’s why you’re an Avenger.”

“That’s still weird to say.”

“Why? You’ve been an Avenger since, what? Ultron?”

You nodded, straightening your clothes. “Officially, anyways.”

“Right. Because you were there for the Battle of Manhattan as the secret seventh superhero.”

“Yeah…I miss it. The anonymity. I’m pretty sure I’m one half the Senators’ speed dials.”

Sharon frowned, brows pinching together. “What about the other half of the OG? Where are they?”

“Thor’s in space, Bruce is MIA - which I can’t really blame him for - and Clint’s retired with his family.”

“You think he’s gonna stay retired?”

You shrugged. “I hope he does. He’s been trying to retire for years. He deserves it. Knowing him, though…probably not.”

Sharon crossed her arms, nodding at you. “So that leaves you.”

“Yes it does.”

“Do you ever think of taking a break?”

You gave a half-sigh, half-groan, making her smirk in amusement. “It’s…come up a lot recently. I dunno. I think I’m burning out, anyways.”

“What makes you say that? I was watching you guys with Selby. You’re still one of the best I’ve ever seen.”

“I-I’ve been having…problems.”

Her eyes narrowed, her hands setting on her hips like a mother about to scold her child. “What kind of problems?”

“Just flashbacks. Of different things. It happens at random times. Certain triggers; something someone says or does, or something I smell or hear.”

“PTSD?”

“Something like that.”

“Has it affected you in the field?” Hesitating to answer was answer enough and she nodded. “Then…maybe it’s time you do start considering retiring.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “At 36? There’s no way.”

“C’mon. It’s not too late for you to settle down. Go one a few dates. Meet someone. Maybe have a couple kids-”

“Woah, woah. Slow your roll.” Your features scrunched up in incredulity. “Pump your breaks. No one said anything about marriage or kids.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m just saying…think about it. I heard even Bucky’s been on a few dates.”

It was your turn to narrow your eyes at her, hearing the suggestive tone in her voice and seeing the eyebrow raise. “Yeah. He has. A few. I told him to. Told him it might be good for him to, I dunno, get back out there.

“Or, you could just…go out there with him.”

“Not you too! Have you been talking to Sam?”

“Is it Steve? Is that what’s stopping you? Because you know he’d just want you to be hap-” She stopped as he phone vibrated, grabbing it and reading the text. “Company’s arriving.” She pointed a finger at you. “You got very very lucky. This conversation isn’t over. I’m not dropping this.”

You bit your cheek and nodded. “Alright, mom. Can we go party now?”

She breathed out a laugh and nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go party.”

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“Hey, gorgeous! There you are!”

You smirked at the boys as they met you near the top of the stairs, eyeing Sam and Bucky appreciatively. Damn, could Sam pull off a turtleneck. And Bucky in black and skinny jeans? Sharon sure had good taste. “Today’s the day for attractive outfits, huh, gentlemen?”

“I’ll say.” Bucky hummed, glancing at your own outfit. “You look beautiful, doll.”

“You look very dashing yourself, Barnes.” You grin, pulling at the lapels of his black blazer and fixing the collar. You smoothed your hand down the front of his shirt, looking up at him with an eyebrow raised when he caught your wrist, keeping your palm over his heart.

He clenched his jaw, taking a breath, before letting it out, almost dejectedly, and letting your hand go. “Um,” He cleared his throat, hand falling down by his side. “Did, uh, did Sharon say anything more about these friends of hers to you?”

“Nope.” You shook your head. “Just told me to enjoy the party.”

“I guess we should go enjoy the party, then.” Sam nodded towards the stairs, where the music was floating up, her guests already pouring in.

You made your way downstairs, looking around the room. Sharon sure did know how to throw one, that’s for sure.

People were pushed together, dancing to the beat of the music, drinking, with colored lights flashing every which way. Bucky’s hand found yours almost instantly, and you smiled at him. “C’mon.”

“What?” His eyes were wide as you dragged him towards the groups of people dancing. 

“Dance with me.”

He shook his head violently. “I-I can’t.”

“I thought you used to be a dancer?”

“Used to. And I was a swing-dancer. Not…” He gestured around to the people bobbing up and down, moving their bodies with each other.

You waved dismissively, pulling him closer. “All you need to do is feel the beat. I’m sure you can do that, can’t you, Mr. Tough and Scary Assassin?”

He licked his lips, looking around nervously. You brought his hands to your hips, making his eyes snap back to yours, your own arms winding around his neck. You started moving rhythmically, nodding your head to the music, smiling up at him and giggling at the adorable concentration on his face.

“You, uh, you go to parties like this a lot?”

“I specialized in undercover operations, remember? I practically lived at these places for some of them.” He licked his lips, his grasp on your hips tightening. “Loosen up a little.” You laughed, catching his jaw between your fingers and making him look at you instead of the crowd surrounding him. You scratched at the scruff, speaking softly, but loud enough for him to hear. “It’s just me.”

He nodded and, slowly, a bit hesitant, started moving his body with yours, relaxing his tense muscles the longer you two danced.

“Nice hit, by the way. With Zemo earlier.”

You shrugged, turning in his arms, biting your lip when he pulled you closer, your back to his chest. “I didn’t like the way he grabbed you. It was unnecessary. I was thinking of making a list, actually.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” Your arms wound around his neck again, your head falling back to his shoulder. “Of things he’s done so far that warrant’s me beating his ass once this is done.”

He chuckled, warm breath tickling your cheek, thumbs tracing circles on the bare skin just above the waistline of your shorts. Your own fingers had found home in his hair holding his head where it was, his lips centimeters away from your ear. “Share it with Sam. I’m sure he has a few things to add.”

Your breath hitched as his metal fingers danced along your bare navel, arm tightening around your waist. “I’m sure he does…I thought you said you can’t dance.”

“I guess I just needed to warm up. I’m a bit rusty after eighty years.”

“Don’t seem that rusty to me.” You breathed out, turning your head to look at him. His tongue ran across his lips again, his eyes glancing to your own.

“Hey, guys!” The world and your situation came crashing down on you, the music you didn’t realize you’d been tuning out, along with the crowd’s boisterous laughter and cheers, rushed back to yours ears. The little bubble with just you and Bucky shattered. You both stepped away from each other; you cleared your throat and pushed down the heat that had nothing to do with the hundred bodies in the one room, while Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, the tips of his ears red with no help from the colored lights. Both of you were panting lightly, avoiding eye contact with the other three staring knowingly at you. Sharon nodded her head, gesturing behind her. “I found him.”

Sam nudged Bucky - who was staring at you, his jaw ticking and his throat tightening as he swallowed thickly - before jabbing his thumb in Sharon’s direction. “Here we go.”

You nodded, eyeing Bucky with a small smile. “Here we go, Buckaroo.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Fully Completely 7

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape, violence, mutual irritation, harassment, general hatred, allusions to death, toyplay, binding/restraint, edging, oral, fingering.

This is dark!Loki x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s a new face in Birch and he’s come to haunt your door.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, and Little Bones

Note: We come to the end of another Birch series but it’s not the last we’ll see of Birch; right now I’m working on adding Sam Wilson to the mix and then I will be able to figure out how Peter Parker and Frank Castle come into play... this thing has really gotten out of control.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 7:  Fully and Completely

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You rocked and writhed on the mattress. Your first night off the hard floor and you couldn’t stop moving as the steady buzz between your legs kept you on edge. Even when you closed your eyes and managed to still long enough for your mind to sink just a little, another twinge went through you and you began the same desperate mewling and wriggling.

Loki watched at first. Amused as he paced around the bed, tickling along your thighs and spine as he added to the firestorm of sensations. Then he turned off the light and bid you a restful night dryly before disappearing beyond the door. You heard his footsteps along the old floorboards but were quickly drawn back to your torture.

Your growls and groans turned to weakened murmurs as the sun rose and the lacy curtains paled. You bent your legs and held your pelvis up as you tried to ease the pressure and catch your breath. You rolled to the side of the bed as you tried to bend your fingers backwards and get your hand under your ass.

You huffed and staggered around on legs like jelly. You fell to your knees just beside the table and squeezed your legs together. If you kept like that, you might be able to get off. You sat back on your heels and tensed your legs as the vibrations filled your body. You began to moan as you felt the tide rising and you giggled in victory as you slowly neared your climax.

The door opened but you kept your head down as you focused. You couldn’t think of anything but the finish. Not the man who kept you there, not your dying brother, not even the anger nestled beneath the stifling need. Even as the footsteps neared and you heard the silky tones of the stern voice, you bit down on your lip and panted as your tilted your hips in a steady pattern.

You were lifted suddenly, fingers hooked under the straps around your waist as you were thrust to your feet. You gasped as you lost all tension. You glanced over your shoulder with a whine as Loki dragged you to the bed and flung you down. You kicked your legs and grunted.

“You bastard,” you rasped,  “you… you…” you closed your eyes and breathed in sharply through your nose, “just fuck me. Please.”

The words made your stomach twist and singed your skin with humiliation but you just didn’t care. You needed it to be over, even with him. You pushed yourself up the mattress and shakily got to your knees, arms straining against the cuffs as your shoulders ached. You glared at him, your vision hazy with pure lust.

“Just… please…” you spread your knees as your hips spasmed, “Loki!”

He just watched and smirked as you babbled wildly. He wore only a pair of dark blue silken pajama bottoms and a matching robe that hung open. His stomach was lined with firm muscles along his slender figure and you couldn’t help but admire him in your agonized hunger.

You pulled at the cuffs and walked on your knees to the edge of the bed. You raised yourself and he looked down at you. He reached out and cupped your chin, running his thumb across your lower lip. You wanted to bite it but you let him.

“Ask me nicely,” he said as he turned his hand and caressed your cheek with his knuckles, “and say my name again, darling, I do love the way it dances on your tongue.”

You clenched your jaw and snarled. Your eyes pinpointed on him and the room blurred. Your lips quivered as they parted and you focused on your words, “Loki, please, will you fuck me?”

His grin grew and his green eyes glimmered. His hand fell to your throat and he pushed you back onto your heels. He kept on until you were on your back and he climbed up between your legs, keeping them apart with his knees. He leaned over you as his grip on your neck grew firmer.

“Should I turn this up?” his other hand grazed the toy and pushed it harder against your overstimulated cunt, “or should I take care of you myself?”

“I don’t fucking care,” you snapped, “just do something.”

He snickered and held the button on the toy down until it was still. You moaned at the sudden nothingness between your legs. He slid the toy free and tossed it against the pillow. He buried his fingers in your wet folds, swollen and sore, and played with your thrumming clit. You winced and lifted your pelvis as you urged him on.

He squeezed your neck in warning and you dropped back down as he continued to explore your sex. He purred and slowly moved back. He stepped back onto the floor and eased down to his knees as his hand trailed down your chest and stomach. He spread your folds and flicked your bud with his thumb until you exclaimed and your body contorted.

“Mm mm, look at you darling,” he tutted, “you truly are just a woman beneath all that grit.”

“Lo-ki,” you gulped as you dug your nails into the blankets, your hands crushed beneath your back. Your body warred with your mind as you were torn between spite and desire, “p-please…”

He hummed and leaned forward. You gasped as suddenly his cool tongue glided along your cunt and circled your clit. He sucked on the bundle of nerves as his fingers traced along the crease of your thigh, leaving a wet trail as they found your entrance. You groaned and pushed your thighs against his head.

“Darling,” he drew away, his hot breath sending chills through you as it grazed your flesh, “you must give up control.”

You growled and bounced your head against the mattress in frustration. He was drawing it out, making you beg, making you bend. You moved your legs apart and he hummed. He dipped his head again and once more began his patient teasing. His fingers poked around your entrance and slid easily past as your slickened cunt welcomed him.

You trembled and mewed at the intrusion. Still the pressure remained and you teetered on the precipice of release. He pushed further in and curled his fingers. He pressed against that tender spot deep inside as his tongue toyed with your bud. Your entire being began to pulsate as his hand and mouth worked in tandem.

“That’s it, darling,” he purred as he drew his mouth away for just a moment, “cum for me.”

Your hands balled beneath your and your feet arched to the point of cramping. You whined as the waves swelled through you and crashed at the tip of his tongue. You came in a fit of spasms and hissed through your teeth as every muscle tensed and released. 

Loki urged you through the orgasm but kept on even after your descent, plying himself more intently each time you squirmed or squealed. You came again as your legs quaked around him and you begged for him to stop. He didn’t until you peaked once more, your voice little more than a crackle as your body vibrated uncontrollably.

He raised his head and stood at the side of the bed, looking down at you smugly as he shrugged away his robe. He carefully lowered his pants over his erection and revealed his throbbing cock. Your head swam as your overwrought body roiled. He climbed up between your legs, fingertips lightly brushing up their length and hooking beneath the straps at the top of your thighs.

“Darling,” he slithered, “see how delightful I can be?”

“Just…” you rasped, “just… just fuck me…”

He chuckled and gripped the straps tighter. He lifted your pelvis as he moved closer and angled his hips over yours. He slipped one hand away from the leather and pushed his tip along your folds, lingering around your clit as he wetted himself in your pleasure. He inhaled and his tongue poked out between his lips as he hovered along your entrance.

“I told you, you would break,” he rammed into you all at once and you yiped.

Your fingers twined behind you and your teeth sank into your lower lip. He reared back and thrust as hard as he could, sending a pang through your hips. But it wasn’t enough. After a night of suffering, of languishing on the edge, you needed more. You moaned as your eyes rolled back.

“Harder,” you hissed, “harder.”

“What was that darling?” he stopped.

“Please,” you uttered, “harder, Loki!”

He slammed into you again and you snarled in joy. He kept the harsh, measured pace as your body ached with the need. Still, you wanted more. You brought your leg up around him and then the other, hooking your feet behind him as you tilted your pelvis up. You rocked against him from below, urging him deeper.

“Come on and fuck me!” you demanded.

“Oh, darling, you are insatiable,” he sped up, your flesh clapping and echoing around the room, “but you forget yourself.”

You bared your teeth and squeezed him tighter between your legs as you tried to control his pace. You were usually the one in control, in everything. Less than two weeks ago, you ruled over your whole life. It was how you defended yourself; to control what you could, and avoid what you couldn’t.

“Fucking Christ,” you sneered, “even Bucky did bett--”

His hand went to your throat again and he choked the insult out of you.

“Oh yeah?” his eyes darkened as he bent over you, “you would compare me to that simpleton.”

You smirked and nodded above his hand, wheezing happily as you kept your hips moving. “Flip… me… over…” you coughed out.

He slowed and his eyes bore into you as his jaw ticked. He shook his head as you kept your hips rocking against him. He tightened his grip but you didn’t relent. He grunted and let go. He snaked his arm around you and rolled onto his back, taking you with him before letting his arms stretched across the mattress as you settled over him.

You planted your knees and bucked your hips deliberately, your clit rubbing against his pelvis as he bunched up the blankets in his long fingers. You watched the muscles of his chest and arms grow taut as you fucked him, crashing down into him and rolling your hips as you forced your pleasure from his body.

“Slow… slow down,” he groaned as he slapped his hand against your side, “slow…”

You threw your head back and let out a carnal cry as you came, ignoring the squeezing on your side as you quaked. Your walls clenched around him but you didn’t let up. You closed your eyes and lost yourself in the moment. His voice faded and the nails digging into your flesh were dulled by your ecstasy.

You were filled with a sudden warmth that coated and calmed your core. You slowed and hung your head. You caught your breath and opened your eyes in a flutter. The room came clearer along with the man below you. The world returned to you as he panted through open lips and his green eyes clung to you.

“Darling…” he murmured.

You lifted yourself on your knees and his cum leaked out as his dick fell against his stomach. You pushed yourself off of him and turned to sit on the edge of the bed. Your hands shook in the leather cuffs as the straps cut into your skin. 

You looked down at yourself, raw from the scratches left by his nails and the scabs of the cuts along your chest and thighs; the shadow of his touch remained. Your surrender dripped down your thigh onto the bed and you steeled yourself as you felt him move beside you.

“That was…” he ran his fingers up your spine, “well, darling,” he interrupted himself as he stood, “it is a start.”

You watched him and held back the bitterness that sank in your stomach. You rolled your neck and it cracked loudly as you tried to stretch your shoulders. He peered back at you as he cupped his sac and flinched.

"I still fucking hate you," you sneered.

“And I still cannot trust you,” he said coolly, “you’ll remain as such until I have cleaned myself of your mess.”

You said nothing, only nodded and as the weight settled over your body. This was what it was to survive. To persevere until you could overcome and you vowed that one day, you would take back control. You would take it back from all the rotten men in Birch.

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You wore the dress he picked for you, the shoes too. You sat with your shoulders straight as he bid. You were Loki’s woman, not the girl mechanic hermited in her shop. You stood with him and greeted his guests. You let him speak as his arm hooked around your waist and he held you to him. 

He made a point of showing the men how docile you were. The women looked concerned as you kissed Loki and went to fetch tea as he bid. When you returned, you served each guest in a tableau of complacence. You sat with the dark-haired outsider as his hand rested on your thigh, unashamed of its wandering.

This was his test. Not a test of trust, that would come over time, but a measure of how long he could let your leash. When you finished the dark brew, he stood and declared to the men that they should wrap up their business in the parlour.

“Darling,” he bent to peck your cheek, “you will entertain the other women until our return.”

You nodded, “as you wish,” you said dully and he squared his shoulders.

He waved the men after him and told Korg to remain without and watch the door. He was smart enough to know that you were bent, not broken. You sat in silence as the women watched you expectantly. You shrugged and looked around.

“What did he do?” Bucky’s girl asked at last.

Your brows rose as you looked at her and you shook her head, “what the men do.”

“But you… you’re strong. Stronger than us,” she said.

“You weren’t supposed to…” Steve’s girl began and covered her mouth shyly.

“You gave us hope,” Bucky’s girl confessed, “something we didn’t have. Especially after… after what Thor did.”

“Thor?” you questioned.

Steve’s girl teared up and sniffed. She looked away and Bucky’s girl cleared her throat.

“He marched her out of town on a leash. An actual leash. Like an animal but then you--” She smiled sourly, “when you hit Bucky, I felt like I could do that. Like-- maybe he’s not untouchable.”

“He isn’t,” you said simply and glanced at the door. Closed, but the walls were thin and Korg was just on the other side, “do you like music?”

You stood and went to the old record player. You left the classical vinyl on that Loki preferred and dropped the needle. You returned to the women and waved them closer. You huddled around the couch and you held one’s eye and then the other.

“This isn’t over. We haven’t lost,” you began, “we fight with different weapons than them, that’s it. I tried to fight like them, it didn’t work.”

“What are you saying?” Bucky’s girl hissed and Steve’s leaned forward curiously.

“We just have to wait for our chance. Bide our time until we can fight back. For now, we keep them content, give them our bodies but not our spirit,” you kept your voice down as he listened against the drone of strings, “this isn’t just about the club, this whole town needs to be burnt to the ground.”

“What--”

“One thing at a time. I don’t have family but I know you do. We get them out first but we can’t hesitate when the time comes,” you explained, “and you both need to learn how to throw a fucking punch.”

They glanced at each other then back to you.

“But what about Thor?” Bucky’s girl asked.

“I never met the girl but I know that ass isn’t different from his brother. We’ll find a way to her too but right now, we need to worry about us,” you said, “even if I have to go with him, I’ll be back but you need to be ready at any time.”

“Ready for what?” Steve’s girl muttered.

“I don’t know yet,” you replied, “but I will and when it happens, we need to stick together.”

“Together,” Bucky’s girl said.

You looked at Steve’s girl and she folded her hands. She blinked away tears and nodded, “you don’t know what he--” she whispered just loud enough to hear above the music, “together…”

“Good,” you stood and crossed your arms, “but for now, we have to keep them believing but they will pay for that too. That suffering will one day be theirs.”

END

[sweeter-innocence-fics]

Hold a Lover Close - Chapter Six

Pairings: Peter Maximoff x Reader, side Charles Xavier/Erik Lehnsherr

Work Summary: You are Charles’ Xavier’s daughter. Your dad and his new husband have gone away on their honeymoon, leaving you alone with your new step-brother, Peter. Things get complicated.

Modern, no mutations AU.

Chapter Summary: Freedom has its disadvantages.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5134

Read on AO3.

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Taglist: @trashmaximoff @kaischeetos @xlucyintheskywithdiamondsx

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Notes:

Sorry it's been ages, I was doing NaNoWriMo and then work got super busy. Warnings: smut, body image issues, discussions of weight gain and loss, illness, vomiting, mention of death

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Your alarm blared. You reached across to turn it off, but Peter got there first. He leant over you, hit the snooze button, and then collapsed back onto the bed with his arm laying across your waist. You moved to get up but his arm curled around you, holding you in place.

“Pete,” you whined, “I’ve gotta go to class.”

He groaned, burying his face into your neck. “Stay.”

“I can’t, I’ll be late.”

“I’ll drive you.” It was an awfully tempting offer. It would give you an extra fifteen minutes.

You wrinkled your nose. “Then you’ll be late.”

“That’s my prerogative.” He began to trail kisses up and down your neck. His hand slipped under your shirt, cupping your boob. You shivered. “I’ve barely seen you all week.”

It had been six months since you’d moved out of your dads’ house. The studio apartment you lived in was cramped, and the plumbing didn’t always work, but at least here you were free.

As free as your schedules would allow, at least. You both worked almost full-time hours on top of your college classes, and you were usually too exhausted after a day of work to do anything but sleep. You lived off microwave meals and the stolen few minutes in the morning before you both had go to work or class.

“We really shouldn’t…” you murmured, but you were already lifting your shirt up over your head.

“I covered for one of my co-workers yesterday, he can cover for me today. It’ll be fine.”

You rolled over to face him and stroked his cheek. “You’re lucky you’re so pretty,” you said, and he laughed. You loved that laugh so much. He was always so warm and open, wearing his heart on his sleeve.

His hand slid over your stomach, and you fought off a wave of self-consciousness. Since your newfound independence, your eating habits had become truly awful and you had no time to exercise, so you’d put on some weight in the months you’d been living here. No matter how many times he told you that you were gorgeous and sexy and beautiful, you couldn’t help the way you felt.

Peter, on the other hand, went the opposite way. The poor nutrition and overworking had left him worryingly thin. You never brought it up, because you didn’t want him to feel self-conscious about it, but the gaunt lines of his face concerned you.

Your train of thought was interrupted as his hand slipped into your underwear and one finger rubbed leisurely over your clit. You trembled, and his other hand came up to wrap around your neck. He didn’t squeeze, but the presence of his hand there reminded you that he was in control here.

“Mm,” he breathed against your ear. “Your pretty little pussy is already so wet for me, isn’t it princess?” Before you could respond, he sat up, pinning you to the bed with his hand on your throat. “I want to taste you.”

He trailed kisses down your jawline, and then the column of your throat. He rolled fully on top of you then, skimming his lips along the valley of your breasts and your stomach.

“Pete, we don’t have long,” you said. He nuzzled your pubic bone and then yanked down your panties with both hands. His tongue traced along your labia, tasting you, and your head fell back against the pillow.

“Patience, princess,” he murmured, “I’m gonna take care of you.”

His thumb found your clit just as his tongue dipped inside you. The probing, thrusting motion of it felt good, but if you didn’t cum quickly, you were both going to be late. There was no way Peter was letting you leave this bed until you’d cum at least once.

You curled your fingers into his hair and tugged. His eyes met yours, and he smiled, before diving back in to continue eating you out. You let out a frustrated grunt.

“Pete, please,” you whined.

He stilled between your thighs, looking up at you. “What do you need, baby?”

“I need you to fuck me. I need to feel your cock inside me.”

He let out a low growl at the back of his throat, and then straightened up.

“You know what you are,” he asked, kneeling over you and sliding a hand into his boxers.

“What?”

He squeezed his cock and pulled it out of his boxers. “A spoilt fucking brat.”

You shivered. “Please?” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes, and he smirked at you, pushing your legs apart. He gripped his cock again and lined himself up with you.

“Beg for it.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and looked him in the eyes. “I want to cum on your big cock, Peter. It always makes me feel so good. Please?”

“Fuck.” He pushed inside you, stretching you out and filling you up. His eyes fell closed and his mouth fell open.

Your hands went straight to your boobs, squeezing them and pinching your nipples. He laid his hands on your inner thighs and pushed your legs apart wider, fucking you hard.

“Pete,” you moaned, and he curled one hand around your throat again.

“You’re my stupid little slut, aren’t you princess? I don’t know why I even bother letting you go to school. I should just keep you here so I can bury myself in your tight little cunt whenever I feel like it.”

Your pussy pulsed around his cock. You arched your back, trying to get him as deep inside you as possible.

“I’m your slut,” you agreed, reaching out for him. He shifted his position so that his face was directly above yours. Your legs were over his shoulders and every thrust in this new position rubbed against your g-spot.

“You’re my little fucktoy. Say it,” he whispered.

“I’m your fucktoy,” you breathed.

“Damn right you are.” He kissed you hard, swallowing the moans that were falling from your lips. His movements were hard and deep and fast and you could feel the pressure building in your abdomen.

You clutched him close to you, raking your fingers through his hair.

“You gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cum on my cock like the little slut you are?”

Words eluded you, so you nodded fervently. He slipped his hand between you and began rubbing on your clit, hard and fast. You threw your head back, gasping.

“Cum for me, princess,” he murmured into your ear.

“Peter,” you gasped, feeling the pleasure overtaking you.

“Good girl, good girl, good girl,” he whispered, rocking into you as you came. Heat shot all the way down your spine, stealing your breath from your lungs.

Hazily, you felt him dig his hands into the meat of your hips. You ran your hands through his hair again, scratching affectionately at his scalp. He swore loudly, and you felt him cum inside you.

As he slumped on top of you, you pulled him close and pressed kisses all over his face. He groaned and buried his face in your neck.

“Baby?” you murmured.

“Mm?”

“We need to get up.”

He groaned loudly. “Five more minutes.”

It was far too tempting. You could feel the exhaustion setting in again, bone deep, as soon as you’d cum. You fought against it and rolled Peter off you. He whined as uou manoeuvred yourself out of his grip and got to your feet.

“You can take five more minutes, I need to get dressed,” you said, and Peter let out a small, victorious grunt. You stroked his hair affectionately, feeling the softness of those silver locks under your fingers.

Although his eyes were closed, a smile flitted across his face. He loved it when you played with his hair or massaged his scalp.

You dropped a kiss on top of his head, and then went and put a pot of coffee on. While it was brewing, you went into the tiny bathroom to clean yourself up. Between the toilet, sink and shower, there was barely room to stand in here, but at least the showerhead was detachable.

You would’ve loved to have a full shower, but there was definitely not enough time, so you settled for aiming the showerhead between your legs and washing away the mess that Peter had left in and around you.

After speedily towelling yourself down, brushing your teeth, and trying to get your hair into reasonable shape, you stepped naked out of the bathroom to find Peter preparing two travel mugs of coffee. A sigh of relief escaped you at the realisation that you weren’t going to have to shake him awake.

You allowed yourself a moment to wrap one arm around his waist from behind and squeeze him, before hurrying back over to get dressed.

You were going straight to work after your classes, so you dressed comfortably and shoved your work uniform into your backpack. Your shoes were black, and as comfortable as your workplace would allow, seeing as you had to be on your feet for most of the eight hours of your shift.

You felt Peter’s presence suddenly, and then his hands were on your waist, his breath on your ear.

“Pete-”

“Your top is inside out.”

“I- What?” You looked down, and sure enough, the baggy black top you were wearing was inside out.

Before you could say anything else, Peter had grabbed the hem of it and pulled it off over your head. You turned to face him as he turned it the right way around for you. You could only stare as he put the head hole over your head.

“I’m not a child,” you said, batting him away as he tried to help you put your arms in the sleeves. “I can dress myself.”

“I think you’ve just proven that you can’t.”

You stuck your tongue out at him. He returned it with just as much enthusiasm.

“You know what would really complete this outfit?” he asked.

“What?”

He grabbed his hoody from a hook on the back of the door and tossed it at you.

“It’s cold out.”

You wanted to make a snarky comment, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. “… Thanks, Peter.”

“Any time, babe,” he said. “We need to get going, though.”

He stepped into his sneakers and pulled their crushed backs back up over his heel. Thankfully, since he worked in a warehouse, there wasn’t a strict uniform, and he could get away with just comfy clothes.

You pulled his hoody on over your head. It smelt like him, and you had to stop yourself from taking a moment to inhale its scent.

He grabbed two cereal bars from the box on the counter, pocketed one and handed the other to you.

“Don’t forget to eat this.”

“I won’t!”

“Good.” You took your coffee and he took his, and then you were walking out the door into the corridor outside of your apartment. You held the coffees while he locked the front door, and then the two of you headed down to the car park.

Your shared car was an old beat-up junker that you’d bought because the only alternative was Peter’s commute to work being an hour and a half bus ride. The only reason you’d been able to sleep in this morning for so long was because of this old car. Before the two of you had bought it, you saw Peter even less than you did now. So you were thankful for it, even if it was an expense that you could barely afford.

In the passenger seat, you sipped your coffee. The cereal bar lay forgotten in your pocket. You felt a little bit nauseous at the thought of eating it, probably because it was so early in the morning.

He dropped you off at the edge of campus fifteen minutes before your first class, which gave you a little bit of time to walk around and wake yourself up. You definitely needed it. The winter air was surprisingly refreshing. You were exhausted, and your throat was starting to hurt.

You hoped Peter wouldn’t be too late for work. He was a valued employee, so you weren’t worried about him being fired, but still.

Classes were a slog. You were thankful for the coffee. You had to force yourself to take notes on everything, because it was the only way to stay awake. Most of the information wasn’t absorbed into your brain, but it was in your notebook, so that was a start.

At 3pm, you left your last class and went straight to your shift at the grocery store on campus. It was convenient and the pay was reasonable, which more than made up for having to awkwardly serve your fellow students.

“Hey Y/N,” said Ororo as you walked in. The two of you had gone to high school together as well, so it was always nice when you were on shift with her.

“Hey.” You gave her a little wave as you walked past her into the staff area to change into your uniform.

Peter had been right about it being cold today. As you took off his hoody, you shivered. You wished you could keep it on, but you didn’t want to get yelled at by your manager. Your fingers trembled as you tied up your apron.

You stashed your stuff in the breakroom, clocked in, and then went out onto the shop floor. There were shelves to be stacked, which was definitely preferable to dealing directly with customers. You hoped no one would ask you where things were. You really weren’t in the mood.

As you pushed a cart of milk over to the dairy section, your shoulders began to ache. That was a bad sign. Your feet were already starting to hurt, and you’d barely even started. Lacking any other options, you got on with stacking the milk onto the shelf.

Standing right next to the giant fridge where milk was displayed was suddenly seeming like a bad idea. You shivered, goosebumps jumping up all down your bare arms. Still, you pushed through.

You had just returned the cart to where you’d got it from when a buzzer sounded that informed you that you were needed at the cash registers. Sure enough, there was a big queue when you got there. At least you weren’t going to have to lift much stuff. Your arms were aching.

Speedily, you walked over to a cash register and logged in. You put on your best customer service smile and started serving.

You had no idea how long you spent there – time is weird when you’re serving customers – but when the queue was finally done, your arms and feet were aching even worse.

You looked over at Ororo, who was in the lane next to you. She smiled at you at first, but then her smile faltered.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“I’m…” You wanted to say fine, but it had suddenly become evident that that wasn’t true. You felt dizzy.

“You’re really sweating.” Ororo sounded nervous.

“I’m freezing.”

The last thing you saw was Ororo’s hand reaching out to feel your forehead and then your legs gave out.

Bright lights danced in front of your eyes. Someone had put something soft under your head. You rolled to one side and vomited all over the floor.

“Shit,” said Ororo.

Your eyes focused again briefly, and you heard your manager on the phone with someone.

“She just collapsed! I think she’s conscious now but she’s throwing up,” she said.

“Who’s she calling?” you asked Ororo.

“Ambulance.”

“No.” You didn’t have insurance. You couldn’t afford to go to the hospital. “No, no, I’m fine.” Grabbing onto the counter, you pulled yourself, shaking and sweating, to your feet.

Your manager stared at you. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. I just need to sit down.”

She nodded. “Go take a break. Ororo, clean this up,” she said, indicating the mess you’d made.

“I’ll do it,” you said, feeling immensely guilty that your co-worker was having to clean up your puke, but Ororo shook her head.

“No, you will not. Go sit down.”

“Okay. Thank you. I’m sorry.”

On unsteady legs, you made your way back into the break room. It was 5:45pm. In fifteen minutes, Peter would be done with his last class and you could get him to pick you up. You’d be missing out on several hours worth of wages, but there was no way you could continue working like this.

In the staff bathroom, you threw up again, and then washed out your mouth. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and winced. You looked like shit. Your hair was stuck to your face with sweat and the bags under your eyes betrayed your utter exhaustion.

Grimacing, you went back into the breakroom and put on Peter’s hoody over your uniform. The smell of him soothed you a little, but you were still cold. You were too shaky to walk around, so you sat on a sofa, rubbing your arms to warm yourself up.

Sitting upright was making you feel dizzy. You slumped sideways until you were almost lying down.

“Y/N?” Your manager was standing in the doorway, staring at you. “Are you sure you don’t want us to call an ambulance? You look awful.” You shook your head. “Is there anyone else we can call?”

You glanced at the clock. It was 5:57.

“My boyfriend. Peter. He’s listed as my emergency contact.”

Your manager nodded and then went into the back office. Your stomach roiled.

You must’ve fallen asleep, because you awoke to feeling of a cold hand on your forehead. You flinched, opening your eyes to see Peter quickly pulling his hand away.

“Peter?”

“Hey,” he murmured. He stroked some hair behind your ear.

“You’re here…” Everything felt hazy.

“Your manager said you were sick. I’m coming to take you home.”

“Thank you…”

He pressed his hand against your forehead again and winced. “You’re burning up. I should take you to see a doctor.”

“No.” You pushed yourself up so you were sitting upright. “It’s a waste of money. Let’s just go home so I can sleep it off.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

With his arm around your waist, he guided you back through the store. Ororo waved goodbye as she saw you two.

Once he had deposited you into the car and turned the heating on, he went back into the store. You leant against the window, closing your eyes.

You awoke sharply to sound of the driver’s side door opening.

“What’s happening?” you slurred as Peter thrust a plastic bag into your hands.

“I got some supplies,” he said. “And a spare bag in case you feel sick in the car. Ready to head home?”

“Yes, please, thanks,” you said, turning back towards the window. Your eyes fell shut again. You tried to ignore the twisting in your stomach.

The car jolted over a speed bump. You sat forward suddenly and retched into the bag, but there was nothing left in your stomach to throw up.

“Nearly home,” said Peter anxiously. He patted your knee without looking at you. You could see the tension in the set of his shoulders.

“Nearly home,” you repeated, pressing your forehead against the window. While you’d been too cold before, you felt hot now, and the cool glass was soothing against your skin. You didn’t move until Peter turned the engine off.

“Hey…” he said softly. “We’re here.”

“Okay.”

Your hands groped for the door handle, breathing in the sudden rush of cool air from outside. It felt incredible.

Unsteadily, you climbed out of the car. You closed the door and leant against it while Peter retrieved his ‘supplies’ from the back and locked up. It was too hot.

“Woah, hey, what are you doing?” Peter asked.

“What does it look like?” Your voice was muffled by his hoody, which you were in the process of pulling off over your head.

“We’re not inside yet.”

“I’m too warm.” You pushed the hoody into his hands and then made your way over to the front door of your apartment building.

“Did you eat today?”

You turned and saw he was holding the cereal bar from this morning. “I guess not.” You hadn’t really thought about it. You hadn’t been hungry.

“Baby,” said Peter reproachfully. His hand touched your lower back.

“I need to lie down.”

He sighed. “Let’s go upstairs.”

*

Peter wished that someone would tell him what to do. He was nineteen and supremely out of his depth.

When he was a kid and got sick, his mother would make him soup. If he seemed really sick and not just faking it to get off school, she would let him watch movies.

You were refusing to eat anything, and the two of you didn’t have a TV. You were curled up into a ball, sweating and shivering, with a washing up bowl next to the bed in case you threw up again.

When he could think of nothing he could do to help, he climbed into bed behind you and put his arms around your waist. He was infinitely increasing his chances of getting sick too, but your shivering subsided, so he didn’t care.

You slipped into a relatively peaceful sleep, and he wasn’t far behind.

*

He awoke to the sound of you retching into the washing up bowl. He sat up immediately, smoothing your hair back away from your face. His palm lay flat on your back, rubbing soothing circles there.

Your eyes were wet with tears. “My- My head hurts,” you gasped between retches.

“You’re probably dehydrated,” said Peter. “I’ll get you some water.”

As he walked over to the little kitchenette, the clock on the wall told him it was 2am. The two of you had been asleep for six hours.

He grabbed the thermometer that he’d bought earlier and refilled your water bottle, and then went back over to you.

“You feel like you’re gonna throw up again?” he asked, and after a moment, you shook your head. “Good.”

He stuck the thermometer in your mouth. You closed your eyes and tried to breathe. He watched the numbers climb until they hit 101F.

“Shit.”

“What is it?” you asked, opening your eyes.

“We should go to the hospital. You’re really sick.”

“I’ll be fine. I just need water.”

“Y/N,” he said in a flat tone, and you winced. He almost never called you by your name. You took the water bottle from his hand and began to drink from it, while he watched you carefully.

“See. It’s fine.” You set the bottle on the bedside table. “Just water and sleep. Okay?”

“Okay,” he said dubiously. You lay back down and closed your eyes.

With a sigh, Peter took the washing up bowl into the bathroom to clean it out. It was late, but he wasn’t tired anymore, so he went around the apartment, cleaning up as quietly as he could. It gave him something to do that stopped him from feeling utterly useless.

When he was done, he changed into clean pyjamas and took the laundry bag down to the building’s laundry room. It was very peaceful there at 4am. He stayed for a little while, watching the machine spin.

On a normal day, he’d be worried about being too exhausted to work later, but there was no way he was leaving you alone right now to go to work.

He came back to check on you and found you dozing. He laid the back of his hand on your forehead, and cringed at how warm it felt.

“Pete?” you murmured.

“Yeah?”

“Come to bed.” Your voice sounded croaky and half-gone.

“Soon,” he promised. “I just have to finish a couple of things.” You made a disappointed noise and then rolled over, facing away from him. He needed to go pick up the laundry in a little bit anyway.

While he waited, he scrubbed down the kitchen counters, the hobs, and the fronts of all the cupboards and cabinets. He returned to the laundry room and put the clothes in the dryer. Back in the apartment, he swept and mopped the floor.

He felt simultaneously wired and exhausted. When the laundry was finally done, he returned with a pile of freshly folded clothes.

A wave of tiredness hit him all at once. He laid the laundry pile on the apartment’s one armchair and collapsed into bed beside you.

*

Peter woke to the blaring of your alarm. He lay there for a moment, disoriented and exhausted, before reaching across to turn it off. You hadn’t even stirred. Panic gripped him.

“Y/N?” He put his hand on your shoulder and shook you gently. “Y/N?!”

You let out a soft groan. “What is it?”

“Nothing. Sorry. Nothing.” For the briefest moment, he’d been sure that you had died in your sleep. He felt stupid for worrying about it now.

“What time is it?” you mumbled.

“Seven.”

“Shit.” You began to roll out of bed, but he grabbed your arm.

“Where are you going?”

“I have to get ready for class,” you said, as if it was obvious.

“No, you don’t,” said Peter, sitting up. “You passed out at work yesterday. You need to stay home.”

“But-”

“Lay down,” he said in his most authoritative voice. Normally, that voice would send a pleasurable shiver down your spine, but now it frustrated you. You flopped back against the pillows. “I’ll email your professors,” he said. “And I’ll call your work. I’m sure they won’t be expecting you to come in anyway, given what happened yesterday.”

“Okay,” you said softly, defeated.

“I only have one class today, but I’m not going.”

“Pete-”

“I’ll email my professor too. I can catch up on work. And I’m gonna make you some breakfast.”

You blushed hotly. God you were happy you had Peter. “Fine. I need a shower. I’m really sweaty.”

“Okay, but if you feel faint at all, yell for me.”

You stood up shakily and took in your surroundings. “Did you clean the apartment last night?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” said Peter, non-committally.

“You’re adorable.”

*

The shower helped. You changed into freshly washed pyjamas, and when you exited the bathroom, you saw that Peter had made the bed. Peter turned to look at you and grinned.

“I made oatmeal,” he said.

“Nice. I’m starving.”

“Yeah, you didn’t eat anything at all yesterday.”

You sat down at the two-person dining room table and Peter laid the bowl of oatmeal in front of you. You sprinkled brown sugar over it. It was warm and sweet, which was just what you need. Peter kept a close eye on you while he ate his own bowl.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” he asked when you’d finished eating.

“Yeah, okay.” If you were taking the day off, you might as well enjoy it.

Peter set about making your bed into a cosy nest with pillows against the wall so you could sit up, while you cleared off the kitchen table and set it down next to the bed so you could put Peter’s laptop on it.

“Alright, alright,” said Peter as he finished up with his task. “You come lie down. I’ll sort out the movie.”

You didn’t argue. Instead, you crawled into the bed and rested on the pillows that Peter had put on the wall. The laptop screen was hardly the big-screen TV in his room at your dads’ home, and set up like this, this bed was hardly as comfortable as a sofa, but you made do.

Peter put on some kids movie. You weren’t really paying attention. There was an ache that was starting up just behind your eye. It hurt to keep your eyes open.

You leant into Peter, putting your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you and you snuggled closer.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

“No,” you murmured.

“Can I get you something?”

“Just don’t move. You’re warm and comfy.”

He kissed the top of your head.

“Can do.”

*

The two of you didn’t get out of bed much for the rest of the day. When it became clear that you were unable to keep your eyes open for too long, you ended up horizontal again, wrapped tightly in layers of blankets to keep out the chill.

After the oatmeal, you struggled to eat anything else, but it didn’t stop Peter from trying. He was continuously bringing you water and sugary tea in order to give you some energy, and fed you individual grapes when you refused all other food. Now that your stomach was no longer empty, you were beginning to feel a little better.

That is, until you started puking again.

It was the middle of the night. Peter had just drifted off when a sudden movement jolted him awake. Blinking in the darkness, he saw you staggering through the bathroom door and collapsing onto your knees next to the toilet.

“Y/N?!” He stumbled out of bed and followed you into the bathroom. He had thought the worst was over, but evidently not. Kneeling down beside you, he held your hair out of your face.

You couldn’t stop retching, even when there was nothing more to throw up and tears filled your eyes. Peter rubbed your back, feeling, once again, utterly helpless.

After what felt like an age, the vomiting subsided and you slumped back against the wall.

“Let’s get you back into bed, okay baby?” he murmured soothingly, putting an arm around your waist.

“I feel sick,” you said feebly. You were looking right at him, but you didn’t seem to see him.

“I know, baby. I’ll make you some peppermint tea, okay?”

“Where’s my dad?”

Peter stopped short, half-holding you up. He didn’t know how to answer that question. Tentatively, he felt your forehead. You were burning up.

“Come and lie down,” he said, trying to help you to your feet, but you pushed him away.

“I want my dad.” You were crying. His heart felt like it was being squeezed. You’d barely spoken to your dad since you’d moved out.

“He’s on his way,” Peter lied. “Why don’t you come and lie down while you wait for him?”

“Okay.” You let him pull you to your feet and guide you back into bed. He brought refilled your water bottle again and made you drink half of it before you could lie down. Your eyes were bloodshot with tears.

You settled back down against your pillows, but you seemed tense, like you couldn’t get comfortable. You kicked your blankets away, and settled down with your arms under your pillow.

Peter gave you one last look, before stepping into the corridor outside, holding his phone. He scrolled through his contacts until he found Erik’s number and hit the call button.

It was past midnight. He hoped that he wouldn’t be mad.

Erik picked up on the second ring.

“Peter? What’s going on?”

*

Charles sat up in bed, turning on his bedside light. His husband was sitting with his back to him, his phone held to his ear.

“Okay,” said Erik quietly. “We’ll be right there.” As he put the phone down, Charles reached out to him.

“Erik? What’s going on?”

Erik let out a deep sigh. “Y/N is sick.”

A deep crease furrowed between Charles’ eyebrows. “How sick?”

“She’s got a fever and she can’t keep food down. Peter said she was asking for you.”

Charles’ heart was hammering. Everything that he’d been trying to hold back for the last six months – missing you, guilt at having pushed you away, worry about your wellbeing – was bubbling near the surface.

“Let’s go,” he said, his throat tight.

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Soft as Iron Pt 5 (Final)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Read on AO3

Summary: Summary: Tony is known as the hardest, meanest mafia don on the eastern coast. However when he rescues Peter from human traffickers while taking down some rivals, he finds himself becoming soft just for the boy. Based on @dumb-bitch-starker mafia boss Tony being so soft for his baby boy post here and @monster-cock69 Peter falls asleep on Tony's lap while Tony fucks him. (That stuff is in later chapters.)

Tags: Mafia AU Mob Boss Tony Stark Italian Tony Stark Alternate Universe - No Powers, Mob Typical Violence Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, in the past Not with Tony Kidnapped Peter Parker Orphan Peter Parker, Protective Tony Stark, Tony rescues him, Soft Tony Stark Peter Parker Has Panic Attacks, brief references to suicidal thoughts in a dire situation

Tony was listening to his lieutenants give reports when Peter knocked softly on the door and let himself in. Without hesitation, the young man walked straight to Tony, climbing into his lap and burying his face in Tony’s neck as he sniffled. Karen, Peter’s boxer service dog, trailed in behind him, settling herself at Tony’s feet like she’d been trained.

“Nightmare?” Tony asked, his hands gently petting Peter’s hair. The boy nodded and clung to Tony tighter. “What do you need, love?”

Tony dipped his head down to nibble at Peter’s ear and nuzzle his neck, waiting to see if Peter would want more than just cuddles. Years as Tony’s boy had finally gotten rid of any shyness Peter had, especially in their home where only Tony’s most trusted people were let in. The young man would seek him out, even during important meetings, and let Tony do whatever he wished in front of whoever happened to be there. Of course, his people knew to keep their eyes and comments to themselves, often just continuing the meeting unless Tony told them otherwise.

“You, please,” Peter whispered brokenly. “Just need to feel you in me, so I know I’m here.”

“Oh babe,” Tony sighed sadly. “You’re home now, I promise.”

In the year since Toomes had tried to take Peter, the younger man had started having nightmares like he’d had when Tony had first rescued him. Never had he regretted leaving a man alive as much as he had when they’d recovered Peter. He’d only been missing for a few hours, but it was enough to leave its mark.

Tony lifted Peter up and pulled his cock from his pants. He grabbed the lube from his desk and drizzled some on his hands, sliding his fingers into Peter’s sleep shorts and rubbing them along the edge of his hole. They slid in easily, and Tony wasted no time settling Peter on his cock.

“Shhh, there you go, baby,” Tony said as Peter whimpered and curled into him tighter. Tony rocked him a few times, shushing him while dropping kisses on his hair. Once Peter had quieted somewhat, he turned back to his people.

“Alright, where were we?” Tony asked, turning to Rhodey. “Honeybear?”

“Yeah, yeah, Tones, I got it. We were discussing the new people moving in on the Queens territories.”

Tony listened carefully, his mind already planning how they would deal with the new problems even as he cuddled Peter close to him. The younger man shifted a bit to get more comfortable, then his breathing slowly evened out as he fell back asleep in Tony’s arms.

***************

Peter continued to sleep in Tony’s lap through the whole meeting, occasionally grinding up against the older man but otherwise oblivious to everything. Tony loved that even after everything, Peter still felt safe enough to fall asleep like this. He also loved how hard it made him, having his sweet, soft boy in his lap.

As soon as the meeting was officially over, Tony started thrusting gently into the boy. The others ignored it, wrapping up like they normally did before filing out of the office, leaving Tony and Peter alone.

“Such a sweet boy for me, aren’t you?” Tony whispered, careful not to wake Peter as he tightened his grip, thrusting into the boy’s warm hole. “I’ll make sure you have good dreams, baby.”

Tony slid his hand between them, pulling Peter’s cock out of his shorts and quickly stroking it to hardness. Peter whimpered but didn’t wake, and Tony ground into him. He let go of the boy’s cock to bury a hand in the boy’s hair while nipping along Peter’s neck.

“Fuck, baby, look at you,” Tony murmured. “So gorgeous on my cock. I’m going to stuff you full of my cum. It’ll be the sweetest of dreams.”

It didn’t take long for Tony to push Peter’s body over the edge and he soon followed, muffling his moan in Peter’s neck.

He waited for his breathing to even out before standing, cock still buried inside of Peter and carried the younger man to their bed. Karen trailed behind, helping only to open and shut the doors for Tony before curling up in her own bed. The dog had been a brilliant idea, giving Peter a sense of security while also providing an extra set of eyes to catch Peter’s panic attacks and get help when they occurred.

His inner circle had teased him about finally going soft for real when they’d caught him curled up on the couch with Peter in his lap and Karen right next to them. And honestly, maybe he had, just a little. He’d do anything for Peter, and if Peter needed him to be soft then he would. But he was still a Stark, and in the end, Starks were made of iron.

[starkerhowlter]

Spider on The Wall

Ship: starker Rating: T Warnings: Nothing of note Words: 617 Read it on AO3 Summary: Peter loves sleeping next to Tony, he just wishes Tony knew.

This fic was beta'd by my favorite human in the world @cozysafechaotic! Thank you so much for supporting me and sending me love when I need it most, keep being amazing, I love you lots 💕 _-_-_-_-

Tony doesn't notice it at first. He doesn't notice the bed dip or the appearance of his young intern at his side. All he knows is that there's nothing there when he wakes up in the morning. Peter's always asleep in the guest room where Tony left him, like a good kid.

Peter knows. He knows that every night he sneaks into Tony's room and sets his smartwatch to vibrate at 4 am and he climbs into bed next to Tony. Never touching him, never kissing him, never saying anything about it happening.

He got the idea once when in passing. He was taking a jacket to Tony's room and noted the smell. The distinct smell of musk, motor oil, and something distinctly... Tony. It's intoxicating, really. He hates the idea of doing this to the inventor, but the idea of spending more and more time in the man's room grows more inviting. He finds himself wanting to be in there all the time. He runs things into the bedroom and will sit on the bed. Knowing that Tony's not coming up from the lab anytime soon, he's safe. He feels like a freak. He feels like a creepy voyeuristic fan, invading the sacred space that Tony's set up for himself there. But there's something so comforting about the view of the ocean, the smell, and the fact that this room gets to see Tony every single night in his rawest and coldest form. He feels calm in there. It just feels right. But, naturally, that's when everything goes wrong.

He begins creeping in just after the man's asleep. Laying in the bed and staring at his sleeping form. He admires the way Tony's lashes lay just so against the tops of his cheeks, the little twitches of his body as he dreams. The same twitches make Peter's blood run cold as he worries the man's going to wake up. He loves the way Tony's arm curls under his head, creating the perfect gap just underneath for another body to fit in perfectly. He wonders how he'd fit, but never dares to try. He wonders what the man would say if he caught him. Peter fantasizes about the best-case scenario of Tony opening his eyes, seeing Peter there, smiling, and pulling him close. The thing is, that'll never happen. So, Peter's just left here with the hum of the reactor sitting at the heart of his love, and the white duvet hiding the other's figure just out of reach.

By the time his watch vibrates, Peter's awake and back down the hall. He wakes up with Tony in the morning and they move on.

This keeps up for weeks. Peter, goes into Tony's room and following the same routine every time. Sneak in, Sleep, Leave. Simple. Until it's not.

Tony knows. Well, he knows now. He found out accidentally, he thinks. He wakes up one day, and there in his bed is his young intern. Immediately, he worries that he'd done something to him. He wracks his brain and asks J.A.R.V.I.S to review the footage from last night. What he finds, instead of a court case is Peter sneaking into his room after Tony's gone to bed, and finds that the boy had curled up there, next to him, in bed. Harmlessly sleeping with him.

After that discovery, Tony starts keeping track of the boy. Recording his comings and goings. The inventor attempts to keep awake, hoping to catch the boy in action, but he never does. He's always there when he opens his eyes at 3 am but gone before sunrise. Never able to be caught. A spider on the wall.

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[loserholland]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 | 𝐁.𝐁

Pairing ➺ Modern!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warning ➺ Nothing but fluff

Word Count ➺ 2.9k

Summary ➺ In which you discover Bucky’s love language.

A/N ➺ Based off a dream I had a couple nights ago, I’ve been trying to shift for the past ten months but I’m pretty sure that dream could’ve been me lucid dreaming? This is the full version- the previous version I posted was only half because I was afraid it wouldn’t do so well- BUT here we are! Enjoy! Comments and feedback appreciated <3

✿ 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ✿ - @loveyathreethousand @killerqueen-gunpowdergelatine @spideyyypeter @lou-la-lou​@babebenhardy @rivervixenbaby @acklesholland @zabdisamor @keepingupwiththehollands @sweet666pea @sspider-parker @jackiehollanderr @caro0512 @thewinchesterchronicles @cporter003 @kisses-holland @spideysnugget @cryszus @sunflowerharrystyles @peterunderoos @ohbabycal @laucontrerasv​ @spider-mendes​ @jessybellsworld​ @quaksonhehe​

☞  Masterlist  ☜

There are five different types of love languages:

Words of affirmation; Encourage, affirm, appreciate, empathize. Listen Actively.

Physical Touch; Non-verbal- use body language and touch to express love.

Receiving Gifts; Thoughtfulness, make your spouse a priority, speak purposefully.

Quality time; Uninterrupted and focused conversations. One-on-one time is critical.

Acts of Service; Use action phrases like “I’ll help..”. They want to know you’re with them, partnered with them.

Bucky’s love language was physical touch. Any chance he got, he’d have his hands on you, tracing random patterns on your arm, his face nuzzled into your neck, tracing the lines on your palm. Dragging you back to bed when you’re about to get your day started peppering kisses all over your face in protest.

Some people may see it as clingy but (Y/N) never saw it as that, she loved when Bucky showered her with love- he didn’t need to say anything when he’d come into her room from a long day at work, his eyes focused on his feet.

The sound of their bedroom door slowly creaking open caught her attention, she knew who it was. Slowly moved over to the other side of the bed, pulling back the duvet covers allowing the man to join her. Once he slipped under the covers he engulfed her into a hug, burying his face in her neck.

She ran her hand up and down his back soothingly the other tangled in his damp hair, he began to relax his shoulders more as she continued to massage his scalp.

They would lay like this till tell fell asleep, the next morning however Bucky wouldn’t want to let her go claiming she was too warm and huggable.

“Bucky honey? Ready to go?”

They were currently in California for her younger brother’s wedding. The last time they were in California it was for Christmas and, that’s when you had first introduced your family to Bucky.

“Do I look okay?” Bucky asked for what felt like the hundredth time, smoothing his hands over his pants.

(Y/N) cupped his cheeks pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, “You look handsome, as always Bucky. They’re gonna love you as much as I love you.” the door to your childhood home swung open revealing your mother. Bucky’s right hand immediately intwined with your left giving his a small squeeze.

“(Y/N/N)! Come in, come in! And oh! You must be James, she talks nonstop about you!”

“Mom!” (Y/N) whispered causing Bucky to chuckle loudly lifting his left hand for her mother to shake, “All good things I hope.” her mother laughed in return, “Oh none of that let me give you a hug!” You stifled back a laugh at your mother’s sudden action,

Bucky leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom raising his brows slightly, “Doll, I’ve been ready. You’re the one that’s still in the bathroom.” She lifted her gaze to the mirror a playful smirk painting her lips.

“Well, I wanted to get the day started but you pulled me back to bed.” Bucky pushed himself off the doorframe walking over to wrap his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“Fine fine, we’re both at fault.” Bucky murmured kissing the base of your neck all the way up to your cheek, he spun you around moving his hands from your waist the the counter top caging you in.

He dipped his head down capturing your cherry stained lips it was easy to get lost in the moment when he had you like this, “Bucky.” he hummed against your lips moving his hands from the counter to cup her cheeks.

(Y/N) placed her hands onto his chest pushing him back slightly “If you keep kissing me-” he hummed again not budging from his spot “we won’t leave this bathroom.” she pulled away admiring his red stained lips.

“C’mon loverboy, I want to beat to the crowd.”

Loverboy

A nickname Sam one of Bucky’s friends from college had given him.

Sam watched as Bucky walked into the kitchen heading straight for the medicine cabinet taking out some painkillers and a warm compress. They were suppose to be heading out for a boys night but your cramps were killing you and even if you assured Bucky you’d be fine he didn’t budge.

He snickered to himself knowing exactly who they were for, he had told Steve many times that you had him wrapped around your finger and that anytime you enter the room he turned into a lovesick puppy.

“What do you have to say Sam?”

His back was still faced away watching as the keurig filled the mug up with hot water, he reached for the tea packets besides the k-pods tearing the packet open.

“Oh loverboy, you’re down bad there’s a word that Peter uses- pimp? No that’s not right, something imp-”

Bucky snorted as he placed the teabag into the mug, “An imp is a mischievous person.” Sam snapped his fingers, “Simp! That’s what they’re using now days.” Bucky glared tossing the teabag that sat in the mug long enough, “I don’t care what vocabulary Peter uses. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to tend to loving girlfriend. See yourself out!”

Sam chuckled loudly before shouting, “Whatever you say loverboy!”

He entered back into your shared bedroom placing all the items onto the night stand, slipping under the covers so he can hold you in his arms. He sat up right against the headboard allowing (Y/N) to rest against his chest, “Bucky, you can go if you want I’ll be fine.” you mumbled a slight pang of guilt filled your chest.

“Doll, I’d rather be here with you. I see them at work everyday- now let me take care of you okay?”

“I love you.”

Bucky pressed a kiss to her forehead, “I love you too.”

The two wandered the women’s section dresses catching (Y/N) eyes as she tugged her boyfriend to follow, he didn’t mind shopping with her all too much because he’d encourage her to get literally everything she laid eyes on. She pushed off buying a dress for the wedding and of course waited till the day before.

“What about this one?”

She picked up the beautiful blue midi dress, perfect for the spring weather. She turned around lifting the dress next to Bucky’s cheeks, he raised his brow in confusion “Hm, I’m getting this one- reminds me of your beautiful eyes.” tugging his hands once again she looked for one more dress, Bucky’s cheeks were tinted a bright red.

(Y/N) loved seeing him flustered and left well speechless, “Doll you’re such a tease sometimes.” she stopped in her tracks turning around on her standing on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek.

“And you love it.”

She was rushing yet again to get ready due to Bucky not wanting her to leave mumbling five more minutes which turned into thirty. When they were in the shower Bucky wouldn’t let her leave, holding the two under the running water ignoring her protest before the sound of her mother knocking on the bathroom door caused them to get out.

“(Y/N)! Where’s James! Oh there he is-” Bucky sat on the bathroom counter top giving her mother a warm smile “(Y/N/N) hurry it up! We need to beat traffic, we need to be there first!”

Bucky chuckled, “It’s also like this in New York, we’re always the last to arrive any gathering.” she glared at her boyfriend playfully setting her curler down to slap his thigh.

“Five minutes!” her mother turned on her heels exiting her daughter’s old bedroom, she stuck her tongue out at her boyfriend “You were suppose to disagree.” he grabbed your forearm tugging you between his legs, “Not when it’s true.” she stuck her tongue out again trying to move away from his legs. Placing both hands on her cheeks he squished it lightly pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” he moved his hands to her waist capturing her lips, she placed her hand on his chest pushing back slightly to break the kiss. She waved her pointer finger from side to side, “Hm, now we both know you’re the reason why we’re always late.” He smirked lightly hoping on the counter slapping her ass with his metal arm playfully, watching as her mouth fell into an “O”.

“C’mon (Y/N/N) we don’t wanna be late.”

On their way to the ceremony (Y/N) and Bucky took the backseat while her mother and father took the front, every so often her mother would look into the review mirror noticing the two were fast asleep. Bucky had reclined the seat a little to allow her to rest her head on his chest, their entwined hands resting on his lap.

She smiled remembering the first time (Y/N) had called and told her about Bucky at first everything she said she thought it was too good to be true. Yet when she finally met him last Christmas, she saw how good he was to her and how much he loved her.

Bucky felt too nervous not wanting to leave your side even though your family welcomed him with open arms- many open arms to the point where you had to pull him away from your aunt Irene.

“I-Okay Aunt Irene, what about me where’s my hug?” you freed Bucky from the hug, awkwardly hugging your aunt who instead wanted to hug your boyfriend “Oh he’s a keeper (Y/N/N), look at that hunk of meat.” you chuckled awkwardly pulling away from the hug to stand next to your “hunk of meat” again.

Bucky slowly began to mingle, talking to your cousins, uncles, your brother and father, and even attempted to play with your niece and nephew. But from time to time he’d go back to your side holding your hand or wrapping his arms around your waist.

That’s when she saw it, usually most of (Y/N)’s cousins husbands/boyfriends would rather talk with the other men about sports and wouldn’t check up on their wives/girlfriends yet- here was Bucky coming back to your side any chance he got.

“Hey sleepyhead, we’re here.”

Your hand reached up to rub your eyes, Bucky caught it before you could ruin your mascara “Your makeup.” he mumbled causing you to blink a few times adjusting to the bright light shining through the window. Bucky opened the car door stepping out first then helping you out allowing you to stretch your muscles.

He lifted his hand to your hair fixing the pieces that looked out of place smoothing it down slightly, it’s the little things like this that made her think you’re for sure gonna marry this man.

“As beautiful as ever.”

(Y/N) smiled tugging at his tie to meet her halfway placing a sweet kiss on his lips, “Thank you, and I must say you look quite handsome as always. I should get you to wear more suits.” intwining your left hand with his right you two walked onto the beach seating next to your parents in the front row on the grooms side.

“Uncle Bucky!”  

The four year old jumped onto Bucky’s lap, “Hey there’s the little princess!” (Y/N) smiled leaning her head onto Bucky’s shoulder, “No hi for your favorite aunt?” the four year old grinned from ear to ear “Hi Aunty (Y/N/N), do you like my dress?” her tiny fingers tugged at the hem of the dress almost the same colors as yours.

“Oh it’s lovely Arya, I must say we have the same taste.” she watched her niece nod moving her attention to play with Bucky, the two whispering and giggling. “He’s gonna be a great dad someday.” your mother whispered loud enough only for you two to hear.

The first time Arya had met Bucky she didn’t want to let you leave with him claiming that Bucky was now her boyfriend, it always made (Y/N) smile anytime Bucky interacted with her niece and nephew. 

Your older brother and his family had recently visited you two last month, an Arya had already planned on spending the day with her Uncle Bucky saying that they had a date but (Y/N) was welcome to join the two. You always knew that Bucky would be a great dad, but that day confirmed you were willing to have a whole football team. 

“Yeah, he’s gonna be the best.”

Arya hopped off his lap moving to go meet her mother so she could toss the flowers down the aisle.

Entwining her left hand with his right she gave it a little squeeze, Bucky lifted their hands kissing the back of her hand “Something wrong?” (Y/N) shook her head placing their hands onto her lap. 

“No-” she brushed her thumb against the back of his hand “I love you.” Bucky leaned forward kissing his beautiful girlfriend.

“I love you too.”

Moments like this.

After the ceremony came the reception, your feet were killing you in these heels Natasha and Wanda basically pressured you into purchasing. You were eager to sit after standing for many photos, you sighed in relief wanting to undo the straps and go barefoot for the rest of the night.

Bucky too his seat next to you moving his chair a few inches away from you, “Why are you so f-” he lifted both your legs placing your feet onto his lap unstrapping the buckle of your heels before slipping it off.

Slumping against the door she let out a loud sigh, dropping her bag and kicking her heels off. It was another long day at work an all she wanted was to be in the arms of her boyfriend. “Hey doll! In the kitchen!” she padded over to the kitchen smiling at the sight in front of her, she sat on one of their bar stools.

“Hm- I can get use to this.” 

Bucky turned around pointing his index finger at the apron, “Kiss the cook.” you snickered you had gotten that for him as a joke at first after he had complained about the oil splashing and staining his shirts.

“My feet are in too much pain to walk.”

He walked over seating in the free seat next to you grabbing your legs to place onto his thighs, you leaned forward kissing his plump pink lips the taste of red wine lingered on his lips causing you to hum. A low groan left your lips the moment he began to massage your feet.

“Oh I love you so much I hope you know that.” he gave her a cheeky smile both his hands massaging your slightly swollen ankles, no more heels for a long while.

Before dinner was served Bucky excused himself to the bathroom, that was nearly fifteen minutes ago. Excusing herself she wandered the halls searching for her boyfriend, “Aunty (Y/N/N)! Can you help me? I think I dropped Shanna!” Shanna was the name of her plush doll Bucky had given her before she had gone back to California, your brother would send pictures of Arya with the doll. She brought it everywhere. 

The sun was beginning to set which would make it quite easy to find her doll, the four year old dragged her aunt towards the exit ushering her to pick up the pace. 

“Arya- bub can we slow down? Let me remo-” 

“I got it!” she waved the plush in the air, dusting the sand off before giving it a big hug. (Y/N) sighed, “That was easier than I thought.” Arya skipped towards her aunt stopping right in front of her “Last one back is a rotten egg.” turning on her heels she nearly ran into Bucky.

“Hi.” 

The golden sun kissed his skin, he truly looked like a god standing there. (Y/N) walked towards him wrapping her arms around his neck, “I’ve been looking for you.” A cool sea breeze kissed their skin, she fluttered her eyes shut enjoying the moment “We need to visit more often.” she looked up at Bucky resting her chin against his chest. They stood there for a few more minutes savoring the moment, the only sound of the waves washing ashore echoing through the quiet beach.

“C’mon lets head in.” 

She pulled away from Bucky tilting her head to the side noticing her family was standing at the entrance, “Oh- they must be wai-” her eyes widened as she watched her boyfriend get down on knee. 

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), it has been an amazing four years knowing you. You’re not only my girlfriend but my best friend. I can’t believe it took me nearly three years to ask you out, three years! I owe thanks to Sam everyday for introducing me to you, don’t let him know I said that-”

(Y/N) giggled ignoring the tears staining her cheeks, she could care less if her makeup was running.

“I’ve been planning this for the last four months, I want to thank your parents for giving me their blessing to do this. Four months into our relationship, I knew I was going to ask you to marry me one day and well now here we are. Also- your brother doesn’t mind that we’re kinda stealing his spotlight.”

“There better be an open bar at the wedding!” your brother shouted lifting his glass of champagne.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you creating beautiful unforgettable memories. With that being said-”

Arya rushed over holding out a red velvet box, “Will you-” before he could even open the box she tackled him into a hug. “Yes! A million times left!” she cupped his cheeks kissing her fiancé. He pulled away briefly opening the box to reveal a beautiful emerald cut ring, slipping it onto her ring finger.

“I love you.” 

She kissed him once more pressing her forehead against his.

“I love you too.”

[rxreid]

random things i think the evans like/do!

anon only requested random hcs for a few of evan's characters, but I figured I might as well just do them all...so here you go :P

i was planning on including peter, luke, cooper and maybe even alex but i’m just so tired :( i’m sorry !!

warnings: slight nsfw on some? but not much, really.

woo here we go !

tate langdon

- tate likes elevators and escalators. i just know it.

- maybe its just the inner kid in him, but its definitely something he misses from the outside world

- he used to run up escalators and get told off by the staff of wherever he was

- every year when he can leave the house, he goes somewhere with an elevator

- the cortez

- he’d ask if you wanted to go with him one year

- and youre just like ???? what

- “you want our first outside date to be in a what-?”

- “an elevator! we can have a picnic whilst it goes up and down :D”

- and so your first date was in an elevator.

kit walker

- i feel like kit absolutely adores growing food and flowers in his garden

- weekend mornings full of you, him and his kids tending to the fruits and veggies <3

- he protects the strawberry plant WITH HIS LIFE

- ^^ because he knows his family loves them

- he’s watered all of the plants before you’ve even woken up

- he just wants to be a lil farmer boi >:(

- during his work breaks at the garage, he’ll be off buying seeds or reading about how certain flowers grow

- that way he can make his own bouquets for you!!

- your garden would be so colourful

- we’ve all seen kit in his dungarees - now just imagine that every saturday morning :,)

- watching you cook with the fruit and veg he made brings him so much pride and joy

(franken) kyle spencer

- kyle kitten licks his drinks.

- that’s just scientifically proven; by me.

- he drinks like a kitten

- juice? milk? water? he kitten licks it.

- he gets sad when the drink starts going beyond the point where he can lick it

- so he’ll either top it up or throw it away

- this boy does not enjoy drinking like a normal person

- he’d probably try drinking from bowls so he could have a whole glasses worth

- you would constantly be taking them away from him ^

- he may get a lil sad and angry if you try making him drink properly

- poor baby just wants to enjoy his juice how he pleases :(

jimmy darling

- ok don’t judge me, but i’m kinda basing this off of a dream i had last night where i went swimming with jimmy…

- in my humble opinion, jimmy would adore swimming.

- from the moment his mother put him in a bathtub for the first time, he’s been splashing around in whatever water he could find

- he had to teach himself how to swim, but he’d master it pretty quickly

- swimming would make him feel a bit more ‘normal’, as he didn’t need regular hands to be good at it

- when he found out that the circus was moving next to a lake, he’d be ECSTATIC

- late night swims with jimmy <3

- it would just be regular swimming at first

- you’d be splashing each other and laughing under the moonlight

- and then jimmy would sneakily undo your bikini

- so ‘regular swimming’ quickly became skinny dipping

- and skinny dipping would become a regular thing

james patrick march

- he LOVES dancing.

- he’ll never admit it to anyone

- his mother probably taught him all of the dances he knows, which is why he cherishes the art so much

- his favourite part about weddings is getting to dance because they’re so romantic, and he loves that

- you’d ask him if you could teach him to dance, and he’d only accept to spend more time with you

- if you ever taught him something wrong, he’d subtly correct himself because he doesn’t want you to know that he can actually dance

- but one day he’d slip up and just start GROOVIN’

- and from then on, you’d always dance together :)

- he had the roof made to be accessible just so that he could dance in the rain with you

rory monahan

- i think rory is a liar >:(

- his hair is not naturally red, nono.

- when he was younger, it was, but it started to fade to brown

- he saw how having red hair made him stand out from others, and he wanted to keep it that way

- he definitely bugged his mother for WEEKS to let him dye it red

- and since the day in which she said yes, he’s been an unnatural redhead

- you’d find out by seeing him dying his own hair one day

- you didn’t realise he was dying it red at first, so you’d ask him why he was dying over his hair that he loved

- and then he’d be forced to admit his scandals

- you wouldn’t be that surprised, it's no wonder he wanted to keep his hair red

kai anderson

- our dear, beloved, kai anderson - loves bubble baths.

- hear me out, i know he’s musty and greasy, but we all know he at least showers

- so i think he’d bathe more often

- he would just like the relaxing scents of the bath soap and the warm water

- a man under his stress needs a stress reliever

- he would adore bathing with you

- he’d probably help you to wash yourself, and you’d do the same for him

- he’s definitely the type of guy to moan as you wash his hair (he needs it)

malcolm gallant

- don’t question why, but to me, he gives off really big ‘listening to justin bieber is my guilty pleasure’ vibes

- but that’s not what this headcanon is about, don’t worry

- i feel like he has a wardrobe like cher’s one in clueless.

- we all know he’s big into his fashion, and he needs space for his clothes

- so he definitely would’ve paid thousands of dollars for a bad-ass wardrobe

- he’d probably talk to you for hours about which outfits would fit best with which hairstyle

- and you’d be able to actually listen because that man has such a captivating voice

- anyways, cher wardrobe.

- that’s it.

jeff pfister

- he only eats sandwiches if they’re made by his mother.

- she probably makes him lunch every day for work

- he has to have the crusts off and the sandwiches cut into triangles

- also, i strongly believe he only likes brown bread, this mf does not give off ‘i like white bread’ vibes.

- if you try making him a sandwich, he can and will throw it away

- he’s a mommy’s boi what can i say. in more ways than one

colin zabel my beloved

- i feel like he absolutely hates sleeping in a bed on his own

- he likes the warmth that other people bring, but then he’d sleep with the covers hardly on him to still get the natural cold

- if he has to sleep alone, it’ll be the worst sleep of his life

- so when he has you to sleep in a bed with, he’s just :D

- if you didn’t live with him, you might as well have

- he’d convince you to stay the night EVERY NIGHT

- and the only times you’d be at your own house was work-related or to clean

- if you ever aren’t with him, you’d probably sleep on call together

- poor detective just doesn’t wanna be alone :(

- he’s great to sleep in a bed with, though <3

thank you for reading :P i love you !