#and i ended up going to bed with a bigger headache than usual

[girlboyburger]

hello all, i really don't want to ask, but having covid is most definitely making me work slower than usual. since freelancing is my only job, i've got really limited income while i'm sick. if i could get a little help so i can get easy to make / eat foods today, it'd mean the world ;__; thank you square tips / kofi

[daengtokki]

I’d love to read about Seungmin taking care of you while you’re sick. I know he’d be so sweet and loving 🥰

Kim Seungmin/gn!reader

wc: 1.1k

rating: fluff

Day 3 of Seungmin's birthday oneshot countdown!

A crash echoing in from the kitchen wakes you from your doze, and you groan so loudly you’re afraid he hears it. What could he have possibly dropped? All he was doing was grabbing the painkillers. He’s trying his best. He doesn’t even have to be here right now.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t get the drawer open, something was stuck inside…uh, here ya go.” His clenched fist hovers over you, and he drops two capsules in your palm. “Are they the right ones?”

And the migraine is just making you more sensitive. Having him with you while you’re feeling under the weather is brand new. "Yeah, thank you."

“Oh, you need a drink”

“No, I have my water”

He stops and turns back to you, a shy smile stuck on his face. This isn’t the first time, or the second time he’s been here, but it’s never for very long, and never overnight. And he doesn’t have to take time away from his own busy schedule for you, ever—you’ve told him that countless times. But now it’s late and Seungmin is still at your apartment, comfortable in his shorts and sweatshirt and his warm socks. You don’t think you’ve ever been more attracted to him than you are right now.

“I’ll be right back”

He spins and heads back to the kitchen, and you listen carefully to try to figure out what he’s doing. The faucet, the cabinet doors opening and closing, and the clink of cups, or mugs…he must be making tea. Eventually, the scent drifts into the bedroom—spicy and sweet. Seungmin returns with a mug in each hand, and he’s taking his time, being as careful as possible as he sets them on the bedside table.

“I’m not sure if it really works, but I saw it when I stopped at the store on the way here. If it just tastes good, I guess that’s okay, too.”

The pounding in your head becomes unbearable, and you have to squeeze your eyes shut. “What is it?” You whisper, trying not to sound too irritable.

“How bad is the pain…one to ten?” Seungmin carefully sits on the edge of the bed, your mug of tea in his cupped hands.

It does smell nice. “Uh…a seven, maybe.”

“It’s supposed to help with headaches”

“Oh, you’re so sweet. Come over here”

“Yeah?” You nod again, and he nods back. “Okay.”

This is also brand new, sharing a bed. It’s a shame the first time has to be under these circumstances, but you’ll take him any way you can get him. The original plan was to have dinner, but after a few subtle hints, you managed to turn it into a late dinner and a sleepover. The migraine ruined it, but Seungmin still insisted on coming over, even if all you did was stay in bed and put up with him.

“It’s okay if you don’t like it. It’s very gingery.”

“It smells good.” You take a sip, and it’s not too hot, so you take a bigger one. “Thank you.”

Seungmin keeps a careful distance on top of the blankets—too much distance, but he’s going to treat you like this migraine could break you at any moment. You have to look at him through squinted eyes, try to smile and let him know you’ll be okay if he gets closer. You’ll be okay if he touches you.

“The lights...I forgot to turn the lights down.” He’s up and headed for the kitchen again. The light clicks off. Back in the bedroom, he flicks the light switch on the wall, so now the only glow is from the hallway light spilling in through the cracked door. “That’s better.”

“Much better. Six.”

Back on the bed, same distance. He nervously rubs his thighs, and his knees.

“You look cute in your pjs. Is this what you usually wear to bed?”

The pink on his cheeks rises slowly, and ends at the tips of his ears. You don’t think it was that odd of a question, but Seungmin is clearly a little flustered. Hopefully it wasn’t too much.

“I’m sorry, too personal?” You laugh. It’s not—you know he isn’t that sensitive, but he ended up being much more shy than you expected.

Idol Seungmin is a different person. Seungmin with his fellow members is also a different person. Your version of him, at least so far, is quiet, a little unsure, and not always confident in his actions.

“No, it’s not,” he smiles. “I don’t wear this much to bed, usually, but that didn’t seem appropriate tonight.”

“Well, if you get warm…”

“I’ll take off my socks.” He wiggles his toes and moves himself closer.

It hurts your head, but you let yourself laugh. Seungmin is funny, and he knows it. You’ll indulge him every time. “Is that a promise?”

This is different. It’s not the same as your closeness on the couch, or in the back of the car—this is your bed, and it doesn’t get more cozy and intimate than this. When you let your pounding head rest on his shoulder, his cheek lands on you. Something finally gives, and he seems to relax. You’re not sure what you did, but he shifts again, and you feel his soft lips press against your forehead. “Four.”

“If I could kiss away the pain, I would,” he says under his breath.

“Can you try?”

Whether he’s ready or not, you wrap your arms around him and bring him closer. But he does the same. Seungmin squeezes, but not too tightly, and places another kiss on your forehead, on your temple, and down your cheek. Wherever he can reach.

“I think it’s working”

Seungmin keeps going, “it’s a good thing I came over,” and finally makes it to your lips. He kisses very cautiously, and not nearly long enough when he pulls away to look at you.

“What is it?”

“Nothing, just checking”

“I’m good…three and a half.” The strong fingers kneading into the back of your neck is the same move from his last visit. “That feels nice.” Hopefully, his next move is also the same as before.

“Does it? It’s not too much?”

You shake your head and close your eyes, and his lips press against yours again. This time he stays. His tongue slides across your mouth to gain access, and you let him in.

“Three," you somehow manage to get it out between his kisses, “two…”

[star-writr]

Fever Dreams

Hello!! Just a short drabble while i work on my requests. enjoy!!

Homunyxch wasn't an interesting planet. On any normal occasion, the Doctor would've just set his course for somewhere else without even stepping off the TARDIS. That time, however, had been the first time he had ended up there since beginning his travels with you, and you had insisted. Against all expectations, trouble had followed you and the Doctor on the rocky shores of Homunyxch, giving you another day of adventures. Once back on the spaceship, though, you'd started to feel quite sick.

Stranded on the seat next to the console, your hands gripping the leather in an attempt to focus only on tightening their grip rather than the headache which was slowly making the veins on your forehead bigger and your blood circulation faster, you could faintly hear the Doctor express his satisfaction with the most recent events. You would've loved to listen to him ramble, but you were covered in sweat and your legs were killing you.

"Doctor," you called, your voice a whisper, staring at the floor. It only took a few moments for the Time Lord to make his way over to the seat, kneeling down in front of you and cupping your cheeks. He was calling your name, you realized, but not in time for you to answer; your eyelids fluttered shut, and you lost your senses, precipitating into the Doctor's arms.

You woke up in what seemed like an ocean of blankets and pillows. Even under all that you felt like you were freezing. Your palms and forehead were sweaty, and yet you couldn't help but shiver.

"Doctor?" you called faintly from under the blankets. Soon enough, rapid footsteps approached the bed, and the Doctor's messy hair and worried look suddenly came into sight.

"I'm right here", he whispered, sitting next to you. His hand rested on your forehead for a couple of seconds, and the Time Lord furrowed his brow. He was clearly worried.

You were still very confused. "What's happening?" you asked.

The Doctor forced a light smile on his face to reassure you. "It's all right, sweetheart, it's only fever. You're going to be fine."

"Alien fever?"

"I'm afraid so," he muttered, "but nothing you can't handle. Do you feel like sitting up for me?"

Your body ached and you couldn't feel your fingers, but nonetheless you managed to get up. Now your back was resting against the pillows and you were holding onto the Doctor's sleeve. "You're doing very good", he remarked. "It probably feels exhausting, doesn't it?"

You nodded. Just sitting upright felt way more tiring than usual. The Doctor gently stroked your cheek. "I made you some broth. It should help warm you up." You noticed the fuming bowl on the nightstand.

"What kind of broth?" you questioned him, suspicious. The Doctor had the tendency to give you stuff to eat without explaining it was alien.

"Chicken. From Earth. I didn't even make it, I bought it. Right now we're parked in Rome, next to a pharmacy and across from a convenience store."

You smiled. "We're in Italy? Really?"

"When you get better we can have a look around," he replied, "but it's best if you recover first. Come on, eat up."

The Doctor handed you the bowl and in a few minutes you managed to gulp down every last drop of the broth. It was hot and warmed you up, just like the Doctor had said it would.

"There we go. Good, isn't it?" the Time Lord spoke, putting the bowl back on the nightstand. You nodded. The Doctor planted a kiss on your forehead. "Get back under the covers, you need to rest." You did as he told you, grateful for his company. He stroked your hair, gently and consistently, and you closed your eyes. Everything ached, but at least the Doctor was by your side.

The day went by in a haze. Once a while you could feel the Doctor putting a wet towel over your eyes, and fragments of his stories whispered from time to time. He also laid next to you throughout the night, and you tugged on his sleeve every time you came back to your senses for a few seconds, just to see if he was still there. He never left your side. If he had to, he would press his lips on your forehead and tell you he was going to "be back in a mo", but you didn't even notice his absence since he wouldn't spend more than a minute outside your room, doing whatever it was he needed to do.

Some time passed, and luckily your temperature got lower and lower. Slowly but surely, you even managed to get up from the bed and take a long, warm shower. The Doctor was so worried that he even suggested he went in with you, and even if you told him to piss off, you found it very sweet of him. "If you feel dizzy, scream really loud. Try not to slip, sweetheart. Also, I'll wash your clothes when you're done. Are you sure you don't want to eat first?" he rambled, but you told him off and had the most ordinary shower of your life. He almost hugged you when you got out, but your bare shoulders and death stare made him settle for a relieved smile in your direction.

You got your PJs back on and, soon enough, fell asleep once again. Even if you were recovering, that shower had exhausted you. The Doctor, having come inside the room to check in on you, smiled at your sleepy face and laid down next to you. Still asleep, your arms found their way over to his figure, your fingers clinging on to his clothes, and remained motionless. The only movement was your chests rising and falling, and the Time Lord's lips bending into a content grin.

When you woke up, an hour and a half later, the Doctor's hand was striking your head. Lazily, your eyelids lifted enough to let you see the Time Lord smiling at you.

"You alright?" he asked, in a murmur.

You nodded, then yawned, making him chuckle. "I wanna go to Rome," you pouted.

"You're not ready yet." The Doctor hugged you. "We don't want to make it worse, now, do we?"

"No..." you grumbled. The Doctor kissed your head. "Good", he said. "Are you hungry?"

"Not really."

"Okay. But I'm still going to make you something in a while. You can't recover on an empty stomach." His voice was low and made you want to spend forever with him, right there, laying together on a million pillows.

"Doctor?"

"Yes?"

You pecked him on the lips, grabbing him by the collar. He didn't protest.

"Thank you," you whispered, breathlessly, still very close to his face. "For everything you do for me."

He grinned. "Anytime, sweetheart." You chuckled at his words, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

This was his paradise, he thought.

[landorris4]

── ☆ airplane memories

☆ Lando Norris loves creating memories with his girlfriend, Mackenzie Prescott.

warnings: none

words count: 1.1k

Lando's POV

── Mackenzie, you are the worst human being who has ever set foot on planet Earth! ── I accuse the girl.

── Lando, love, I literally had nothing to do! ── She tries to explain herself, making me even angrier.

── Didn't you?! Didn't you have another piece to move, Mackenzie Prescott?! Spare me!

── Lando is just a game.

── A GAME? ── My voice crackles as I speak in a louder tone ── If you betray me like that in the game, imagine what it's like in real life!

── I just ate your little piece at ludo, Lando. It's not the end of the world! ── she exclaims indignantly.

Well, it was true that it wasn't the end of the world. But clearly it had affected my whole game and I would have to grind three times harder to beat her at this point in the championship. We were tied in the best-of-three, so losing wasn't an option.

── What's yours is kept, Prescott. ── I threatened.

My girlfriend just laughed, she was used to my competitive side and also knew that as much as I had made all this scandal and threat, I wouldn't do anything worse to fight back, just eat her piece back so that we would be even.

We usually carry some games in our carry-on bag when we travel together, it helps to pass the time, it's fun and we create good memories together, so it's our favorite pastime. The jet crew didn't even care about it anymore, they were used to sudden shouting and absurd accusations of theft during the game. Of course, when we're on commercial planes we're a little less... intense, but never less competitive.

While my teammate, Oscar, would watch a movie with his girlfriend on the other side of the jet, Kenzie and I would fight over a +4 card or fight over a property card in the monopoly bid. That's how we work and we're doing very well being different from the "normal" couples in love.

── You're despicable, Lando Norris. ── Mack utters the words angrily when I win the game ── I don't want to play anymore.

── But of course you don't want to, you lost better than 3 to me! ── I scoffed. The girl looked at me with her eyes closed and a sketch of a smile wanting to appear.

── I'm serious, I'm tired, Lano. Can we go lie down for a while? ── She softens her voice and looks at me with her bright eyes. Those eyes that, fortunately, I have the privilege of seeing light up almost every day by some action of mine or her excitement about something. Those eyes I'd do anything to keep them alive, colorful, and bright. Which I fell in love with months ago. The eyes that made me sure she was the woman of my life.

── Babe, the day I deny you an opportunity to hug, caress and kiss you for hours, you can admit me to a psychiatric clinic because I've gone crazy.

The girl smiles at my speech and gives me a brief kiss, grabbing my hand and then separating her mouth from mine to take me to the back of the jet, where there was a bigger sofa that served as a bed. The iPad on which we played the ludo remained in my hand until I found a place to leave it, at the head of the sofa bed.

── You can use your phone or watch a movie if you want, I just want to be quiet for a while because I have a headache ── the girl says as she enters the room. It had a partition so that those who were here could rest without the others who are in the armchairs disturbing them to relax. I stopped her in the middle of the room and held her face with my two hands, the girl raised her slightly confused eyes to me, I gave her a simple kiss before speaking.

── My love, I want to be with you completely. But do you know what that headache is? Didn't eat anything this morning! ── I caressed her right cheek. ── I'll order you a fruit salad, okay? I know you don't eat anything heavy on trips.

── Thank you, Lano. For taking care of me.

── Don't thank me for that. I'm the one who thanks you for letting me take care of you. I love you so much, beautiful. Very much so ── I declare, tilting my head and looking at her in the most loving way possible, as she described herself.

── I love you, Lano ── she whispers quietly, knowing that the only person who needs to hear that statement is me. The girl smiles during the kiss that follows and hugs me before guiding us to the upholstery.

Me and Mackenzie have been dating for 7 months and it has been the best months of my life in particular. I had a smart, charismatic, kind and lovely girlfriend as I pursued my dream of being a Formula 1 driver. Right now there's nothing that would make me happier than having this combo.

Watching her lie on my chest with her eyes closed and sighing every 3 minutes (she doesn't realize she does that) only made me love her more. I didn't think it was possible to love someone as much as I loved her, but every day she proved to me that yes, it was possible to love so much, because my love for her grew more every day, with every action of her.

My love grew when she woke up next to me, grew when she smiled at me, grew when her eyes sparkled after catching me watching her with devotion. My love grew when she kissed me before every race, when at the end she kissed my helmet, when every day of qualifying she reminded me to kiss the lightning pendant she wore around her neck on a gold cord, because she said it made me lucky. My love grew with each smile, each time the little hole below her right eye appeared when she smiled, almost like an extra dimple, it grew when she offered to spend the night taking care of Mila, not because she wanted to give my brother and sister-in-law a break, but because she loves children. My love grew with his every action and I don't think it will ever stop.

When I fell in love with her I feared it would be something temporary, it was summer and soon we would have to separate to return to real life, however, I didn't expect her to live in the same environment as me. Getting into a relationship with the Australian woman was the best thing that happened to me.

[weirdxstarseed]

imagine you need to take care of a sick rin

content: pure fluff, friends to lovers, platonic love, sick!rin x carer!reader | words: idk | warnings: none

It was a peaceful afternoon when you suddenly received a call from Yukio

He asked if you can take care of his brother cuz he had an important mission and he can’t take care of him

You hesitate to risk your sunday for being in charge of one of your classmates

Even tho you had a good relationship with anyone

taking care of rin was a complete challenge

rin was the type of sick person who always complain about his illness

and you didn’t have the patience to deal with a trouble-maker

at the end, you accept with the condition that yukio will let you absent any day you want

consequently, he replied with an assertive answer letting you know all the information that you need to take care of rin

you arrived at their home and gave an esceptic glance to the surface

It looks pretty neatly to be a department where two boys lived.

you knock twice the door to verify if there was someone in the room

unexpectedly, a blue-haired boy open the door with an angry face

your eyes were bigger than usual and without hearing anything rin said, you guided him to the bed

“HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” he screamed before start coughing like a sick dog

“Stop, you’ll get hurt” you scold him, leaving your bag in a chair

He examined you with a distrusting glance and you showed him your tongue

mocking him

Rin rolled his eyes annoyed and started complaining

“I don’t know why Yukio told you to take care of me”

“I like money” you said, winning a indignant glance like a drama queen

“He offered you money?”

“Yes, a lot of yen is at stake”

“REALLY??” he sit on his bed, watching at you with a red blush in his cheeks

You smile openly and laugh at his expression

“Of course not, idiot” you replied “Sleep a little bit, you’re in great hands”

“If you said it. . .¡OUCH!”

You hit him with a pillow when you heard his comment and start organizaing everything in the room

Believe me, it was a challenge to shut him off

He always complained aboy everything

The coldness in the room, the hot weather outside, his sore throat, his headache

You patienly heard every complaint controlling yourself preventing to hit him again

Until you started organizing in the table

Towels, fresh water in a little bowl, termometer, analgesic, more towel

You know, things you need to take care of a sick person

The noise transform into silence

And when you saw rin sleeping peacefuly

A little smile cross your face

Feeling your heart beating

You roll your eyes trying to ignore the feeling raising in your chest

Prefering to concentrate in your labour

You sat in the floor to read a little bit watching over your shoulder if your patient was calm

Ignoring that when you read time goes by

You scream after feeling an air going through your spine

Rin was reading your manga behind you so you stand up trying to search the termometer on the table

He was a little bit slow so he didn’t notice your nervousness

Nervousness that went down the trash when both of you start to complain cuz the little baby didn’t want to swallow his pills

“I DON´T WANT THAT”

“I DON’T CARE, OKUMURA”

Sometimes when you change his front towel, he distracted you by talking about the manga you were reading, but suddenly you stop him putting the towel all over his face

Both of you stayed fighting like cats and dogs for an hour until rin proposed you to sit near him

You’ll be in an easiest way to check him out and he could bother you in a simple manner

You were with one eye reading and with the other one, watching the breath of rin

He would sleep multiple times and just wake up to say “I’m hungry”

In those spaces, both of you would love to talk about your favourite tv show

Or even complain about the difficult things that it’s to be an exorcist

Again, he would be in the land of dreams and you’ll be so astonished about his curious beauty

You check the clock, it’s 9.15pm time to Yukio arrive to their home

Carefully, you’ll approach to Rin’s face and leave a soft kiss in his cheek

In a sign of “good-bye”

Without noticing that some boy was awake and feeling your kiss over his cheek put him as a weird tomato

faster, you’ll clean all the room

Picking up food packaging, clean towel in the table and ofc medicine in order

You’ll write a cute letter to rin and a letter to Yukio telling all the stuff that you did for his cares

And when you’re to leave, Rin calls you

“Wait”

You gave a glance of confusion and he look away blushed as hell

“Can you give me another kiss?”

You soul left out your body when you hear those words and with shyness, you gave him another kiss leaving the room with your heart in the sleeve

Rin went to school the next day screaming that he was in there in a good health cuz he received the best treatment in the whole world

Provoking you to choke with the water that you were drinking

[come-away-with-me87]

Modern Hearts Chapter 13

Chapter 12 here

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You awoke the next morning in an unfamiliar bed, and suddenly sat straight up.  And that's when the nasty headache hit you.  "Oh my god," you said out loud to yourself.  You grabbed your head with both of your hands, and looked around the room you were in.  That's right, in your drunken stupor, you came over to Shouta's dorm last night. You put your hands down and thought long and hard about what happened last night: you couldn't remember a single thing, other than knocking on Shouta's door.  You don't remember what you did or what you said, nothing.

You looked under the sheets; you were still in your clothes from the bar last night, and you looked across the room and saw that your booties were neatly placed next to the closed bedroom door.  Had...had Shouta taken care of you last night?  You had no idea what time it was; there wasn't a clock anywhere in this room, and you must have left your phone next door in your dorm.  You quietly got out of Shouta's bed, made your way to the door and picked up your shoes, and opened the door.  Shouta was awake; he was sitting on his couch reading a book.

You cleared your throat to make your presence known.  Shouta quickly closed his book, looked over at you and grinned, "good morning, drunky."  Ugh, your head was throbbing at this point.  "Shouta, I don't remember anything past knocking on your door last night.  I just want to say that I am SO sorry if I said or did anything dumb."  Shouta's face fell a bit at your comment, "you really don't remember anything?"  You shook your head and asked him, "did I make an ass out of myself?"  He looked at you thoughtfully for a moment and grinned, "an absolute ass."  You groaned at his answer. "No no, I'm only joking, Y/N. You were fine last night, just chattier than usual."  You felt somewhat relieved at this statement.

"I think I better get back to my dorm and try to nurse this hangover," you smiled over at him.  "I really appreciate you taking care of my drunk ass last night, and again, I'm so sorry to have bothered you."  Shouta looked back over at you, "it was my pleasure, Y/N, and you're never a bother."  You smiled at him again, "thanks, I'll see ya later."  He waved at you, "see you."  With that, you walked out of Shouta's dorm and walked next door to yours.  Once you were inside, you leaned against the inside of your door, unbelieving of the fact that you got that drunk on your first week there.  The others seemed to have just as good of a time as you had, though, so surely you were making it a bigger deal than it was.

You spotted last night's fast food bag still laying on your kitchen counter, and you spotted your cell phone next to the bag.  You walked over to your kitchen counter and picked up your phone to finally see what time it was: it was 7:30am, and you also had a missed text message.  You opened the text and saw that it was from an unknown number.  It read: "hey cutie! It's Keigo from the bar, just wanted to text ya so you had my number. Hope to hear from you soon ;)"  That's right, you had given your number to Keigo Takami, the number two hero.  

He was very cute, but so young.  You weren't entirely sure if you wanted to go there.  You would need to think it over.  Right now, what you needed to do was peel these clothes off you, and get a nice, hot shower.  And that is exactly what you did.  The shower felt really nice, especially against your headache.  You stayed in the shower for longer than necessary, to the point where the water was starting to cool, so you reluctantly turned the water off, grabbed a towel for your hair, and put a fuzzy robe over yourself.

You grabbed your phone again and sat down on your couch.  You re-read Keigo's text, wondering if you should respond to it.  You still weren't sure what to do, so you put your phone down at your side, laid back against the couch and ended up falling back asleep for another two hours.  It was around 10:00am when you finally woke up, and you felt lightyears better after your shower and getting some additional sleep.  You thought you could finally stomach some food, so you just made yourself some toast with butter, not wanting to test the waters with anything else.  You made some coffee, and drank that as well as a glass of water.

As you sat there, you wondered what all you had said to Shouta last night, as he said you were chattier than usual.  You tried really hard to remember what you did and said, but you came up with nothing.  All you could hope was that you truy didn't embarrass yourself in front of him.  He said you didn't, but maybe he was just trying to be nice?  Oh well, whatever you said has been said, and you tried not to overthink it.  You grabbed your phone, thinking 'screw it', and re-read Keigo's text again, this time pressing the reply button: "hey you! It was nice meeting you last night :)"

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To be continued...

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Tag list: @jaguarthecat ; @lili-pond ; @big-denki-energy

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

In the Dark of the Night

Summary: From the world of Multitudes (can mostly be read as a standalone smutfest though). Clint and Buck can’t remember the last time they had some time alone, so decide to go camping for a night and get away from the pressures of parenthood. The usual sexytimes ensue.

Prompts fulfilled: ‘Bigger is Better in Bed’ – Multifandom Flash (Beehive); ‘Skinny Dipping’ and ‘Camping’ – Marvel Rare Pair Round 3; ’27. Outdoor Event’ – Flufftober; ‘Sex Toys’ – Build a Bucky Bingo; ’13. Restraints’ – Whumpcember.

CW: All the sex. Only a shade short of PWP. Check it out on AO3 here or below the cut with the cards!

“This is harder than I remember,” Clint grumbled, fighting with a metal pole, his brow furrowed in frustration. I couldn’t help but grin, reclined with my feet up on a cooler, sipping at a bottle of beer. ‘Are you sure you don’t want any help?’ I offered again when his eyes were pointed toward me, the bottle between my knees to sign one-handed. We were both still adjusting somewhat to the realities of living without our aids that made us seem ‘normal’ to the wider society – but we were both also happier without them. Clint’s headaches were all but none-existent, and the pain in my shoulder was significantly reduced without the constant muscle engagement. We were both less grumpy, better fathers and husbands than we’d ever envisioned ourselves being. But, coming up to the third anniversary of our first date, we’d realised it’d been a very long time since we’d had any time just the two of us. With two kids under three and five (six, in Clint’s case) other partners to keep amused, there just weren’t enough hours in the day – not to mention our residual Avenger duties, and taking the kids to the compound to keep the team happy. But here we were, in the middle of the National Park – no more than an hour away from home, just in case – with a tent, a cooler full of beers… And a bag I’d kept from Clint’s eyes, packed with things to make our evening more entertaining. “Do you think they’re doing okay?” he mused as he finally maneuvered the poles into place, frowning minutely. I stood to wrap my arm around his waist, my chin finding his shoulder. ‘They’re absolutely fine, honey. I promise. And we can be there in less than an hour if we’re needed – hell, I’m pretty sure if it was an actual emergency, Steven would be hunting us down.’ His head tipped back with a soft sigh, leaning into the curve of my neck. “I know, I know. I just… I haven’t spent a night away from the kids since they were born. It feels weird not to have Artemis climbing something she shouldn’t, or Apollo wanting an extra story before bed…” I smiled fondly, nuzzling into his hair. I couldn’t deny that I was preoccupied with the same thoughts – but if I too let myself dissolve into worry, we’d end up leaving before the tent was ever erected. ‘Well, the Spiders and Steve will take good care of them. They love those two crazy kids as much as we do, sweetheart. Everything is gonna be okay.’ With another sigh, he nodded, turning to wrap his arms around my neck. “I know you’re right. It’s just weird being away from them, you know?” My lips found his softly, reassuringly, hand at the base of his spine to pull him closer, occupied by holding him and forcing him to lipread. “I know. But I plan to keep you plenty occupied, don’t you worry.’ “Oh?” He grinned broadly, pressing gentle kisses along my jaw and eliciting a quiet purr. “Mhm. Can’t remember the last time we weren’t in earshot of the kids, too…” My fingers tightened, digging gently into his waist to hold him more firmly against me, and he whimpered gently in response. “Intending to have your way with me, Sergeant Barnes?” he breathed, whining when I pulled his hair to expose his throat to my teeth and tongue. “Always, Hawkeye,” I murmured, nipping gentle bruises into the soft skin over his pulse before shifting away, leaving him panting lightly. “But I think you have a tent to finish assembling first.”

It was still half-light by the time we’d made camp, so we decided to head down toward the lake, the cooler hanging between the two of us. “I wish I had both hands so I could sign,” I grumbled, making him roll his eyes good-naturedly. “If I had my hearing aids, you wouldn’t have to,” he pointed out. “But they’re at the bottom of a very deep lake, and your arm is only for emergencies these days. And we’re both better for it… Right?” he added, a minute frown flickering across his face. “Right,” I agreed readily. I didn’t regret my choice most of the time, but moments when I couldn’t sign to my husband were endlessly frustrating, even now. “I’d far rather lipread on occasion than either of us suffer.” He leant over to kiss me lightly, and I grinned, eyes flicking to the side automatically at the shimmer of dying sunlight on water reflected on his face. “I’d far rather see you wet and naked than fully dressed right now, Barton.” With a soft laugh, he left the cooler on the sand, heading toward the water as he worked on his clothes. The sight of the exposed skin of his back spurred me into action, jerking eagerly at my belt and kicking off my shoes haphazardly as I stumbled forward. By the time I’d caught up to him, he’d already shed his jeans, and turned to me with his thumbs hooked into the waistband of his boxers. “Care to do the honours?” No sooner had he spoken than I was on my knees, tugging hungrily at the material. Polycules and toddlers didn’t leave us much time for the simple pleasures in life, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been able to take my time with him – sex these days was typically quick and dirty, often stolen in a layby after running an errand or with one eye on a monitor to make sure the kids were okay. It’d been some time since we’d been truly intimate, and even longer still since we’d done so just the two of us. I certainly can’t remember the last time I did this, I noted, trailing the very tip of my tongue over his length slowly, one hand tanging in my hair to ground himself as he let out a low groan. “I can’t remember the last time you did this,” he breathed, making me smile as I took him between my lips patiently, revelling in the feeling of him getting harder on my tongue. “Fuck, I forgot how goddamn good you are, James…” With a soft purr, I bobbed my head slowly, sucking pre-come from his tip before drawing away and making him whimper. “Now, now…” I murmured, standing to kiss him deeply and feeling him tremble at the taste of himself on my lips. “We have all night, my love. I intend to take my sweet time with you.” His hands fumbled as he unbuttoned my jeans, sliding my shirt over my head as I kicked them free, his fingertips trailing the ragged scar at my shoulder and eliciting a shiver. “What if I don’t want to wait?” he whined, palm pressing against my half-hard cock through my boxers, making me hiss through clenched teeth. “A needy boy, aren’t you?” I chuckled, smirking when he nodded desperately. “At least let us get back to the tent, honey. I doubt any of our partners will be amused at having to pick us up from a police station for indecent exposure.” Clint met my eye, grinning, and we snorted in unison. “Yeah, okay – Ashe would probably get a kick out of it.” Our most deviant Spider would almost certainly be delighted by having to fetch us after being caught fucking on the beach – if anything, they’d simply be sad they missed the show. With a light-hearted sigh, Clint stepped back, placated by the promise of a long night to come, waving a hand as his feet found the water.

I would be a happy man if I never stopped staring at him, I marvelled, watching the last of the twilight dapples fade from his still-damp flesh. I don’t know what I did to deserve him. “You’re staring,” he murmured without opening his eyes, one hand shifting to take a long sip of his beer. “I can’t help myself,” I replied honestly, rolling onto one side to survey him more thoroughly. “You’re breathtaking.” He was lay stretched out on a towel beside the campfire, the leaping shadows cast by the flames dancing over his tanned skin, coloured by the years spent on our farm and running around in fields, chasing child and dog alike. A light blush dusted his cheekbones, barely perceptible in the low light, and he offered me a lazy smile. “I don’t know how you keep your hands off me.” “Neither do I,” I agreed, moving to lay beside him, palm smoothing over his chest. His eyes closed automatically, a smile pulling at his lips as my fingertips brushed his abdomen. With a soft, happy sigh, I closed my fingers around his half-hard length, leaning closer to kiss him lightly. “I’ve missed this,” I admitted quietly. “I love our life, but…” He nodded, shifting closer to me, one hand tangling in my hair. “But sometimes you miss having a little more time to ourselves?” I nodded back, and he grinned, lips brushing mine. “We have two kids, sweetheart. I think every parent misses having more time to themselves – even when there’s a whole hoard of them to keep the kids entertained. There’s nothing wrong with that. And I’ve missed you too,” he added, shifting his hips infinitesimally closer, one eye opening to find mine. A low growl resounded in my chest, and I moved quickly, my hand finding his wrists and pinning them over his head to keep his body extended and still beneath me. He let out a soft whine of delight, neck straining to seek my lips with his, but I simply straddled his waist, letting my cock nudge against his teasingly. “My poor, neglected Hawk,” I murmured, tracing my lips along his jaw. “It’s been so long since you  had me all to yourself…” He nodded frantically, writhing beneath me and pushing himself closer, making me smirk. “You know, I’ll still never forget the very first time you fucked me – the day we announced Artie to the team, with the Spiders’ eyes on you as you realised just how good I felt wrapped around your cock…” He swallowed dryly, nodding again, his lips parted with need. “I- I didn’t expect- I didn’t think it would be so… That you would be so…” “Amazing? Incredible, flawless, irresistible… Tight?” I added, dropping my voice to a whisper and rutting my hips gently against his. “All of the above,” he gasped, back arching. “Please- God, it’s been so long. I need you, James.” His words fanned the flames burning in my abdomen, and I surrendered with a groan, claiming my mouth with his hungrily and rutting against him, lost in the sensation of his cock pressed against mine. “Want to fuck me, baby boy?” “God, yes,” he groaned, wriggling beneath me once more. “Please- Please, Buck- James, I-I need-” He didn’t get chance to finish his sentence as I shifted my hips, lining him up against my ass and grinning as his eyes grew wide. “Don’t you- Should we-”

My fingers released his wrists and found the small bag I’d packed, quickly pouring a copious amount of lubricant in my hand as his eyebrow raised in interest, neck straining to peer into my bag of tricks. I smirked, kissing him softly. “I’m a big boy, Clint…” My hand slicked over his length, eliciting a shiver, and I let his tip slide inside me slowly, revelling in his trembling, taut body, eyes blown wide as I took his cock patiently. “Mm- and so are you… God, I forgot just how big you are, Hawk…” His fingers found my hips, guiding me along his length, panting softly in pleasure. “I forgot how tight you are, James… Fuck, you feel incredible- I can’t believe how long it’s been since w-” I cut him off with a twitch of my hips, eliciting a sharp groan, his fingers clenching in pleasure as I rode him patiently. My hand moved automatically back to my bag, retrieving a length of rope and a rubber ring. Clint’s eyebrow raised, and I grinned as I tugged him upright, passing the rope around his torso and securing his wrists to his chest. “No touching,” I breathed, pushing him roughly back to the dirt and sliding his cock free, eliciting a whine of frustration, hips straining as best they could to bury himself back inside me. With a soft, soothing hush, I slid the ring along his length, revelling in his whimper of revelation. “James-” I leant forward as I took him once more, kissing him gently and smothering the whine on his lips. “Easy, sweet boy… I don’t want you finishing too quickly, do I? I’ve waited a very long time for this…” My hips twitched, and he gasped quietly, head tipping back in his trussed-up pleasure and frustration. “Fuck- G-Good idea, I… I don’t think I’d-” My hand wrapped around my own pulsing cock as I shifted more quickly, letting out a quiet groan of pleasure. “Fuck, Clint, I forget how good you make me feel…” My back arched as I made the most of his vulnerability, knees clamped to his hips as I worked myself eagerly atop him, already growing ragged and frantic as his tip brushed the vulnerable bundle of nerves when I buried him inside me. “Too good- Christ, I don’t know how long I can-” “Please, James,” Clint rasped, hips twitching desperately, his eyes alight with pleasure when I cut myself off with a desperate whine. “Please- I want you to come for me. Please, sweetheart.” His eagerness and hunger for my ecstasy spurred me along, my fingers tightening around myself as my muscles trembled desperately. “Clint- fuck, I-I-” The words faded into a groan of euphoria as I clenched around him, every inch of my body taut and shaking as I found my climax. He moaned happily as my seed painted his chest, fingers flexing with need, his hips moving as best they could to guide me through my orgasm with sweet care. My body was still quivering and weak as I untied his hands – but he knew the drill well enough, knew that my fatigued form wasn’t a signal for him to stop, but merely to take control and use me like the worn-out sex toy I loved to be. My cheek met the dirt as he pinned me, hands on my hips as he pulled me roughly against him. My own seed was still dripping from his chest as he buried himself inside me, slickening my skin and trailing over my ass. “That’s it, James – keep that ass nice and high for me, that’s a good boy…” I whined under my breath as one hand tangled in my hair, jerking me back against him. “Think I’ll need this ring a little longer if I don’t want to fill you up just yet…”

“We have all night,” I noted, turning my head so he could read my lips, the words coming intermittent and panted as he pounded against me mercilessly. “Pl-plenty of time to recover, t-to go a-ah!-again- fuck, yes, just- just like that, Clint, please!” My cock was filling again already, and his hand shifted to grasp my stiffening length, jerking me in time with his eager thrusts. “I can tell how much you’ve missed me, baby – so desperate for me to spent all evening buried in this tight ass, hm?” I nodded desperately, enamoured by the low, filthy chuckle the motion elicited. “Don’t you worry, my sweet boy; I’ll make sure you’re good and satisfied before we head home.” He pulled out briefly, making me whine as I pressed back, feeling empty and lost – but his tip quickly slid back inside me, bottoming out fully without the ring wrapped around him and causing my fingers to dig into the dirt desperately. “This is what you’ve been waiting for, hm? So needy, so eager for me to fill you up?” I nodded again, rutting back as he slammed into me with bruising force, his hand clenched around me. “Fuck- James- I can’t, I’m-” “Please,” I whimpered, joyous tears pricking my eyes as he unmade me. “Please, Clint. Fill me up. Use me. I’m yours.” His cry was almost feral as he emptied himself inside me, hips never slowing until I spilled yet again, lost in the sensation of his hot seed being fucked further into me and leaking around his cock as he groaned contentedly. “Fuck- That’s it. That’s it. I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

I lay with my head on his chest in the dirt, still panting softly, the both of us naked, slick with sweat and sticky with our seed as he caressed my hair gently. ‘I’ve missed this,’ I signed, my movements muted and tired, but no less happy, and he kissed my forehead  with a hum. “It’s nice to get away every now and then,” he agreed, holding me a little tighter. “…Though the swim now seems a little redundant, huh?” I grinned as I raised my head, leaning forward to brush my lips to his lightly. “I’d say let’s go again, but I’m sure we’re going to get plenty more filthy before the night is over.”

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SYNOPSIS

Anastasia Hall never had things easy in her life. Born and raised in New York City as an orphan her whole childhood, she's developed a good layer of thick skin along with a remarkable street intelligence. Although she was never adopted in her younger years, her high school boyfriend, Zayne Sacks got her through her troubled years.

As she mourns Zaynes tragic and sudden death, she digs to find the truth behind it and stumbles across realities bigger than she could imagine, and also some new unusual friends. One being named Leonardo. Join them on their heartfelt journey as they discover each others pasts and try to navigate their supernatural force that binds them. Will they be able to overcome their differences? How will her past affect their love?

CAST

Nina Dovrev as Anastasia Hall

Madeleine Petch as April O'Neil

Pete Ploszek as Leonardo Hamato

Noel Fisher as Michelangelo Hamato

Jeremy Howard as Donatello Hamato

Alan Ritchson as Raphael Hamato

PROLOGUE

The sirens engulf my surroundings. What was once a headache became a white noise needed to get some sleep. I lay in bed letting my beating heart pound against my chest as it pulsates to my ears.

It's happening again. Another sleepless night. With a hard sigh, I turn over to the cold side of my pillow in attempt to numb my mind to absurdities I've had to overcome.

Life was never handed to me on a golden platter. Originally from uptown Brooklyn, but I've bounced around to different parts of the city throughout different foster homes. I now reside in Manhattan. I was brought up in such conditions you wouldn't even believe were legal. From school to school and home to home, one can only guess how hard of a shell I've developed. I wasn't always a good kid. I never had a lot of means to survive. I had become very equipped in learning how these streets operate and I willing did pretty much anything I had to survive at the time. None of which I'm proud of. A lot of my piers would say I'm rough around the edges, but the facade I've developed overtime was a direct result of survival of the fittest. My sarcasm, dark humor and seamless poker face were the essence of my internal protection.

I gripe again still unable to keep my eyes shut. I found myself in the same position I've been in for most nights. Heartbrokenly lonely, even though, I'll most likely never admit to it. I preferred to do absolutely everything in life alone. It was safer that way. The cities crime has escalated far past what the police force can control. I was living in a real life purge. Only, it never ended. The only upside to it, was that I could get away with most. I also thoroughly enjoyed my little vigilante nights.

What once started as a small curiosity and a search for truth, slowly turned into me becoming a full time vigilante. Through all the dispare and guilt I hold in my heart. It is the one thing that makes me feel like I'm making some kind of difference, or in certain cases any difference at all. The adrenaline I feel from nights of danger will often times be the single emotion I can feel after going numb.

The adrenaline is like a drug to me, the fear of death is a toxic gamble I always willingly participate in.

Deep down I know, there's absolutely nothing for me to lose.

It usually starts with nights like tonight where I'm completely wide eyed and ice cold inside.

After losing my battle for sleep once more, I decide to be productive with my night. I revert from my bed and make my way to the window. I looked a gaze to the city that I had a love hate relationship with. I'm 21 now. And live alone in an obscenity small apartment in the heart of Manhattan. It wasn't much, but it was mine. Overpriced as any apartment would be in the city, but I specifically picked it for the view. I lived on the top floor, and when I wanted to, I could climb out to the rusty stairs by my window and climb to the top. The wind will hit my face and catch my breath, the lights of the city illuminate and help me forget the nightmare I'm surrounded by. This small, disheveled place was honestly the closest thing I had to a home ever in my life. Its cracked ceilings and cigarette stained walls gave it character. I am someone who can find the good in things most people can't.

However after everything I've been through, growing up in the slums of New York, nothing could prepare me for the loss of my boyfriend, Zayne.

I peeped at my clock behind me and it was 11pm. Next to it was an eviction notice I angrily crumpled up and then straightened out again. I was officially 3 months behind on rent. I owed exactly 9 thousand dollars by the end of the week or I'd have to find a new place to live.

Fortunately, I was really good at getting fast money. Not in the ways most people would approve of. Either through a good gamble or complete long a job for someone, I usually could make up money fast when I needed to. After the death of Zayne, I found myself digging deeper and deeper into a whole of recklessness. I never apologize for it.

My mind raced 24/7 it seemed. Between the rising crime in my city and just overcoming the death of a loved one, it was enough to make me physically ill, or in this case, unable to sleep.

When I think of Zayne, I can feel my stomach compress. I feel a wave a pressure run through my chest.

My body shook beneath me.

When I lost him, my entire soul went with it.

My heart sunk deep into my chest causing me to heave.

He's gone. He's never coming back. And I am completely and wholeheartedly alone. It was never supposed to be this way, often times I tortured myself from thinking of him so much. But the pain was always a reminder that he was real. That our love could survive even after death.

But that's why I had a very specific mission.

To find his killer.

Zayne Alaric Sacks. Died at 21 by a gunshot to the head. Immediately ruled as suicide without any investigation. Anyone who was close to him would know he suffered from depression, but would never go to the steaks of suicide. When I heard the ruling, I immediately knew something was off.

After months of tracking and playing vigilante, and ruling out every and any possibility. I narrowed it down a common denominator.

The only group of people I knew powerful enough to just so easily get away with murder right in front of the public eye.

An ancient Japanese clan that everyone knew as "The Foot." In which they inherited the name by seemly stepping on every soul and industry in the city. And the clan was growing at a wider rate, trickling their way into our legislation, law enforcement, stock share holders, and young adults. And just about nothing was being done to stop it.

I have been tracking their whereabouts for months. Coming to a dead end every single time. I needed to catch them slipping up. Just once. Lately I've noticed a pattern in The Foot's robberies. I had every aspect mapped out along my wall, trying my best to pinpoint their next move.

Deep down I knew none of this would ever bring Zayne back, but for the sake of his justice I knew I had to do it. I turned up the police scanner in my room as I did every single night. Turning and tuning waiting for my chance.

It's a Saturday night in September. A perfect and clear night for some crime.

And then a devilish smile allured my face.

Armed robbery in upper manhattan with hostages. Exactly where I'd predicted.

"Let's fucking go." I got into my usual all black. Armed with a hidden pistol under my jacket. And a few daggers in my boots. My mood shifted as my adrenaline overtook my nerves making me feel alive again.

God I love this vigilante shit!

I hopped on my motorcycle that I specifically bought for these occasions. Easy to ditch both the cops and enemies. It took me a few months to get the hang of it, and I still drive it pretty bad. But to me it was all in good fun.

I reved my bike, letting the vibrations stimulate my body, enhancing the rising adrenaline. I was focused as I was reaching my destination, attempting to get there before the cops could. I parked my bike about a block from the scene, following the blue flashing lights.

I needed to scan my surroundings before I got any closer. I scrunched my nose and scrutinized every sense.

I need a better view.

The array of gun shots, sirens and yells echoed off the walls of each city building. I found a nearby fire escape and began to climb letting the cold, wet rust flake onto my hands. When I was finally able to get a good view I got tingly inside.

I saw the foot before my eyes coming in straight from the top of the bank. That would be my entrance as well.

My motive tonight was different from most. It wasn't to stop the crime, it was to find more information. But if I'm able to completely stop the robbery that would just be an added bonus.

The cold air burnt my lungs as I climbed back down. And ran like hell to get there as fast as I could.

The cops had yet to invade the scene and get the robbers.

Typical.

I was impatient and immediately started climbing to the top. Completely in shock that I haven't been spotted yet. As I was climbing I looked above the building and saw what looked like more large figures getting in from the top of the building.

And I say "large figures." Because from what little I saw they didn't look human.

I've heard rumors of The Foot performing various amounts of experiments on humans and animals. So I knew there was a slight possibility that mutations of the sort existed.

I shook my head at the possibility. It had to have just been overly geared up Foot Soldiers. I gulped nervously as I reached the top. I slowly peaked my eyes along the roof to make sure I was alone.

There I observed a perfect circular hole they must have drilled from the top. The technology they would have had to use to cut this without making a sound while doing it in a timely manner would be unheard of.

I took a breath before hopping down, knowing the mess I was getting into. When I dropped down I was in a dark room. I searched for my gun breathing softly, quickly observing my surroundings. I found the nearest exit and tip toed to the side of the door hiding my self. I peaked out along the hallway.

All clear. I just have to move slowly, and quietly.

I was ready for a fight. Carefully putting one foot in front of the other, I made it

To the end of the hall towards what I am guessing would be the main room in the bank.

I heard a single creak behind me and my heart skips a beat, knowing that who ever is behind me is most likely armed.

The creak wasn't close enough for me to attack them, so I fight my hesitation and pretend I don't hear them.

As the creaks get closer my heart beats louder, now I have to gamble my life off of my pure instincts. And this is the adrenaline I lived for. This simple moment of life or death was the darkest pleasure of mine.

I feel them on the right.

I take a swift step behind me leaning right and backwards head boo them.

I hit my target perfectly! I turn around to see my first Foot Clan member directly in front of me. His gun is pointed down from being caught of guard. I kick the gun out of his hand and direct my gun to him, cornering him into the wall.

I can't kill him. I need his information.

I pin him hard against the wall. Gun pointed as I knee his groin.

I rip his mask off to reveal what looked like a teenager. No older than 15.

The Foot is really sending out children to do their dirty work.

The young boy shook underneath me. Terrified that I would end his life. My face softened. My fun was ruined.

"It's okay." I loosened my grip. "I'm not going to hurt you." He nodded his head. "Tell me where your clan is located at. Who is your leader behind all of this?"

"Th-they'll kill me if I tell you" he continued to struggle.

"They'll kill you either way. Whether it's purposely, or as a causation of using you for their crimes."

"We are bound by blood, we're a family." He blankly stated. "My masters are my fathers.

I cannot disobey them."

He sounded robotic and brainwashed. And in every way my heart twisted seeing the sight of this young boy who essentially had no essence behind his eyes.

"Then I'll talk to your masters, all you have to do is tell me where to find them."

The boy chuckled devilishly as his eyes remained stone cold.

"One of them is here right now." "When she finds you you're as good as dead."

"We'll see about that." I smiled before I knocked him out with a single punch to the temple.

I heart grieved for this poor boy whose soul was poisoned by the foot clan. I looted his gun which was a lot nicer than mine and ran back down the hallway in hopes to find this "Master."

I heard a commotion of what sounded like fighting down the hall. And ran around as fast as I could. I hid behind the wall, gun pointed up, loaded and ready to go. I heard multiple people screaming.

My breaths were heavy hearing how many foot members there were.

There was no way I could take them all.

I had to scope the situation. I nervously and slowly peeped around to see dozens of Foot Ninjas. All of them were wearing all black with guns and weapons much more deadlier than mine. My heart throbbed against my chest as I saw the hostages laying on the floor, quaking in fear.

The head leader walked around with a mask on. She seemed to be the only woman. I couldn't get a good look at her.

That had to be one of the masters. I tried

To scope every detail and clue that could lead me to their headquarters or any information that could help me at all.

Just then, all of the lights went dark around me. Smoke bombs went off immediately clouding every once of vision I had.

I couldn't see anything.

I had to keep track of the foot. I couldn't lose them again.

Another bomb went off sending me flying back against the wall. When I fell to the floor my body was limp. The fumes burnt my eyes. I heard an ongoing attack. I heard a mix of metal clanking and screaming.

I rose to my feet trying to make something out, but I couldn't.

When the lights flashed back on, all of the hostages were gone and the Foot ninjas were tied up.

Someone fought the foot. And didn't leave a single fucking trace.

"What the hell?" I whispered. Pointing my pistol down to the floor. "The roof!" I concluded.. I immediately ran back to the top. Hearing the fire alarms go off around me. It wouldn't be long until the cops would be here and my butt would be in a lot of fucking trouble. I climbed on the furniture to reach the ceiling and climb to the top hole and back onto the roof.

I had to get out of here!

I climbed down the building exiting the scene. I ran as fast as I could to my bike, as I drove away I shook my head.

Another failed mission.

"Damn it!" I screamed as I turned another corner.

I was so fucking close this time.

As I was driving my bike in distraught, I couldn't help but hate myself again. I had to do better. In had to find Zaynes killer.

I found myself later that night at my favorite local bar, in desperate need to medicate myself with booze.

"Hennessy on the rocks." I ordered. This was Zayne and Is favorite liquor. I instantly remembered him and why I was trying so hard to get him justice. I looked above to the tv casting the news of the robbery I was at before. I shook my head and scoffed taking another painful sip of my drink. Hoping to drown the embarrassment and shame.

I kept replaying what that boy said to me earlier. About how the foot was a "family." It made my spine shiver at the realization of how powerful and intoxicating The Foot clan was.

"Since when are you old enough to drink?" I heard a voice I recognized, but despised with every fiber of my being. This voice belonged to Zaynes older brother, who I've been avoiding like the plegue. Eric Sacks. An inherited millionaire who never came around when it came to his little brother. Zayne was never too fond of Eric, and likewise I trusted there was a good reason for it. Their parents died in a lab explosion when Eric was 18 and Zayne was 2 years old. Eric inherited millions from their family and from the tragedy.

Zayne always gave me clear instructions to stay clear of his older brother. As they never got along well. And I particularly wasn't fond at Eric's perverted attitude towards me to top it all off.

"Didn't see you at the funeral Eric." My eyes slitted and my body tensed. I was convinced Eric Sacks didn't care about anything or anyone unless it involved money or profit.

He sighed as he sat next to me.

"A millionaire can't always be everywhere at the same time." He gloated. "I did see the zoom video and I must say, your speech was really very, touching." He sarcastically slapped his hand to his heart. I wanted to end him right then and there, but I couldn't find Justice for Zayne if I was in prison for single-handedly killing his brother.

I'll behave for now I guess.

I gulped the last of my drink, letting the Henny burn my throat.

I didn't respond to him, the silent treatment will do for now. He squinted his eyes at me.

"You can sit here and be miserable for the rest of your life Anastasia, but I decided to move on." He snapped his fingers at the bartender. "Another Hennessy for miss grumpy pants."

I rolled my eyes un willfully accepting another drink.

"Yeah, well you and I both know that his death wasn't suicide." I cocked my head to the side with a glare. I knew he knew. "No decent human just simply lets that go."

"Hmm.. is that what you think?" My ears were steaming at this point. "Meanwhile you're recklessly playing vigilante every night."

I finally looked at him, shocked that he knew.

"Hey." He continued. "Despite what you think of me, I'm still going to keep an eye on you to make sure you don't get killed or something."

"You're the last person I want to keep an eye on me." I scoffed. "At least I'm doing something to try and find more about his death."

"Yeah and you keep looking in all the wrong places." He said as his sipped his wine.

"Why, do you know anything?" I chugged my second drink. Letting it numb my heart.

"Maybe... my loads and loads of money that you hate me for might have pinpointed his murderer. Which is why I've been looking for you." As much as I hated Eric, the fact that he also was looking for Zaynes murderer humbled me a bit. "I know you hate me, and that I've been a dick to you for years but, surly we can find a common ground for justice here."

What in Gods name was he saying?

I looked at him finally to see his eyes soften.

"I'm listening." I painfully admitted.

"Have you ever heard of an organization called the Foot?" The moment he said that my heart fell into my gut, quite possibly making my whole body shake.

"Who hasn't?" I countered.

"My team were finally able to track the possible killers, but what we found is highly classified." He sighed. "Can I trust you?"

Trust.

Not something I ever wanted to establish with Eric. But for Zaynes sake, I might have to.

"Yes." I choked.

"The Foot has been running experiments on humans and animals for years, they often weaponize them and turn them into monsters. But in this case, four mutant turtles."

"That's sounds crazy." My eyebrows raised at the thought, I was now talking much quieter.

"I thought so too. Tell me though." He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a picture of four large figures on a rooftop. Similar to what I witnessed earlier at the robbery. "Have you seen them before?"

I swallowed hard. Taking the picture from his hands. "Ive seen them before. I just... couldn't depict what they were."

"You've seen them?" His eyebrows raised. "Oh my god, are you okay? Were you hurt?" He touched my face, which I immediately turned away from.

"No... they were at the robbery tonight that was all over the news. They were so fast and I missed them." I admitted. I shook my head. "Mutant Turtles?! And you're sure these are the things that killed Zayne?"

"They are the foot's main assassins, they use the mutants because they don't want to risk hurting their own men." It all made sense to me. "Anna. You are single handedly the only person I know who's smart enough to expose them. With my team of highly trained officials and your talent for fighting crime, I think we can finally give my brother the justice he deserves."

"And what exactly would their motive be?" I questioned. "Why would the Foot go after Zayne?"

Eric shook his head and nervously laughed like he knew the truth.

"After I finished college, I found out that our parents did a lot of the Foot's lab work before they died. When our parents found out the wickedness of the Foot the sought to destroy every piece of evidence. I tried to steer clear of the Foot for years, but they were persistent in finding us. The Foot is big on honor and justice. I think they got to him."

I shook my head in disbelief.

"No that's crazy! Zayne would have told me something like this!"

"That's because Zayne didn't know about any of it. I was just trying to protect him, but all he did was hate me."

I sat and thought for a moment.

"Eric. I don't know about this." I began to get up from my chair, but he grabbed my arm.

"What if I told you that we know where the foot will be tomorrow. We hacked into the foot's system and found their next round of robberies set for tomorrow. With my teams help we can expose them."

"Thank you, but it seems pretty clear that you're the one that needs my help."

"I knew you'd wanna bargain. So how about that nine grand you owe."

I blinked hard.

"How did you?"

"You're not hard to keep tabs on Anna."

I took a heavy sigh. And I don't answer him.

"Okay." I said plainly. "But if I help you it's under my rules. We do exactly as I say." I bargained.

"Anything." He looked in my eyes searching for my terms and conditions.

Thank you so much for reading!

As always if you enjoy be sure to like, comment and follow. This story is also available on Wattpad @hamatosami

This is a re-write from my original story on Quotev! So I hope my original fans love it!

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The Young Ones - Time 🕰️

Original air date: 5.6.84

Reviewed by: @rikhead

Greetings to the internet. Passionate fan here of the Young Ones and Rik Mayall from the US. Went with “Time” being, I think one of my favorites. Makes me smile from the beginning to the end, no matter how awful yet lovable the boys are!

Brief warning, I watch the show mainly just for them. very rarely I’ll watch the puppets or side characters just cause, I lost my interest, so not a complete review. Sure I’m not the only one who does this, but the musical guests most definitely too.… onward into the review.

So this is a wackier episode just from the introduction, and some different theme music. So it’s a parody of the American tv show “Dallas”, but was popular in the UK. Never seen it. Very amusing how we’re introduced to the boys playing different parts: Rick dives right into a pool, Mike is.. lying dead in a coffin, ok, Neil looking like a cool smokin’ cowboy, and Vyvyan poking an actual cow is adorable, and lots of girls. So the intro ends and it’s just Rick and a woman. Ok, I know sometimes the sets did look cheap, but the makeup/costumes? The BBC did well always in my opinion. Rik slightly looks like “Rick” with the pigtails, but free of acne! And BRIGHT pearly white teeth haha. Clearly some drama going on about oil and Rick being dramatic as usual. He goes to see “ET”, who surprise, is Neil.

Rick’s exaggerated bad American accent is, quite a sight. As an American, I laugh with pain to be honest haha. Anyways, so Neil changes something and they celebrate not till Vyvyan shouts, interrupting Neil’s “DREAM”…*sigh* the cliché dream sequence, but Neil’s moaning that his dreams are not a reality makes up for it. Vyyvan’s screaming at the church choir basically, with it being a Sunday, everyone goes to church, and the boys sleep in till the afternoon usually. Great yelling haha. We cut to our “hero”, a sleepy Rick in a quite larger version of his bed. Had to be bigger to fit two in, wait what?! Rick is surprised just like us, a woman is snoozing in his bed. He has a perfect reaction, until he turns into a pervy; crawls under the covers, snorting god knows what else.. but lifts the covers, pants-less, covered in filth, green spray paint in his hair, and even a streamer stuck in his undies, eww haha.

You can tell Rick is a moody young one, being concerned and questioning where she came from, but also delighted the gods gifted him, someone, to finally love, haha. Like a mischievous scamp, he puts his trousers on, and leaves to find the others (finally a plot) Vyvyan still being his usual self, trying to solve problems, is banging his head against the wall to try to stop his headache. Clearly not interested in Rick’s dilemma, Rick scurries off to the kitchen, where Mike’s sorting through newspapers.. why he has so many? We will never know why. Rick wanders in like the usual trait in every episode: trying to prove he’s cooler and more liked than Vyv.. his mannerisms are a true representation of series 2, being more cartoony and chaotic. Rick goes about doing something he never does, making tea. Normally the others bully Neil into doing all the cooking and cleaning. This goes to show Rick will do anything for love perhaps, haha. He goes about trying to outsmart with “oh we need more cups” but fails. Quite the scatterbrains they are. Bizarre, they can’t help wonder if Mike was pulling a joke on us., with how many times they break the 4th wall, or it’s an illusion, ah never mind, let’s move on. 

Rick’s got the tea, on his merry way upstairs when, oh no, Neil’s up and bumps into him, or Rick bumps into him. The hot tea scorches all over Rick’s shirt. Another great moment with what Rik was capable of in the screaming department. He isn’t much better when he gags at things, telling Neil to lick up the tea as it’s soaking into the carpet already; mad man haha. Great fight between them, calling Neil a pig with no snorts *gasp*. Vyyvan interrupts their fight with a “boom”, stick of dynamite going off his head to further attempt to cure the headache hangover. Good gag, then comes.. um. Well quite normal for the show to go off into random side events that lead into nothing. We’re instantly in a cheese shop, with Rik as the worker (how’d they clean him up so well? Lol) and Alexi running in. Could be one of the shorter Balowski family appearances in an ep, just appearing here and towards the end of the ep. Basically it is a homage to the Monty Python skit, which the guys grew up on. Very silly and making a 4th wall reference. 

**Then comes the “main focus”. Stories do not stay long in this universe, but the woman in Rick’s bed and what Neil asks about, could call it the main focus. Neil asks about a woman spotted in the bathroom (ooh er) and Rick decides to tell a tall-tale or a poor one, on the spot. Plus making goofy expressions: “If you got a spare couple of days”, wobbling his head and smirking, iconic. 

Funny still he loses confidence when Neil asks him to go into detail, and Rick not being brave enough to know at times, or possibly has never “done it”. Hilarious Vyv is unsure listening.. and then barfs right on Rick’s body. Then suddenly the mystery woman appears, and hilarious Rick goes after straight up to her face and she isn’t phased. Jennifer was such a pro. Looking like Cinderella, hilarious everyone’s reactions. The vibe is Rick taking charge introducing everyone, and then suddenly it’s all quiet, and awkward (in a funny way). Especially love Vyv using his lips acting puzzled, slowly putting the bomb box down, and cocking his head, slowly inching over to the table. Then Neil breaks the silence. Mike of course standing off to the side offering to be her man. Rick then does another not-normal thing! Make breakfast, out of frustration everyone not following his way of treating their guest. 

Very strange episode indeed. We find out the woman’s name is Helen.. Mucus oh boy, haha. Favorite part maybe, is Rick re-entering the room with the most pervy moves ever, or basically Richie from “Bottom” in the making, haha. Silly but also prior to this, Vyvyan sitting close to Helen and staring at her.. “jugs”, as the Brits call them, breasts. Yeah, no one says anything, but Rick thrusting everyone stares lol. Perhaps if they criticize Vyvan, he’ll “kill them”.. eek. Rick tries to cover his body language up with dancing, and their radio seems to be stuck on the choir channel haha. Vyvyan roasting Rick is great, and think some of us wouldn’t mind dancing with Rick *wink*. Helen then breaks the ice, spilling Rick’s story out of here. He didn’t have sex with her, she climbed through a window while the boys were gone (who knows where), and was simply sleeping in Rick’s bed without him knowing. Here we can insert theories on where the boys were, and this “party”.

Maybe they were at someone else’s house or the pub, and then they all came over to their house, with Neil mentioning Rick passed out from drinking cider haha.. the possibilities are endless. Anyway, uh oh, Rick lied about it, he’s blushing and scrambling, and Vyvyan cuts into the well-known line, “Rick is still a virgin!” and Rick shouting “I am not!!”

Funniest thing ever, when people look at other episodes, this moment I swear is one of the iconic ones, even when some readers may recall in the 5th Bottom live tour, Rik and Ade did brief impressions of the Young Ones: Rick about how “Grate” he is/ slurring his words and Vyvyan asking if we got a video and “virgin, virgin”; good stuff haha.

So I suppose it’s the climax, next big conflict, Rick and Vyv go off into a fight, throwing stuff and poor Neil being thrown in as well. You think it’s over as Rick smashed their giant record player over vyv’s head, and says a rude joke “Who wants a boiled egg?” (which you might now Rik used in his standup shows frequently), but Vyv pops the door open and pokes Rick with a fork, leading the fight to continue upstairs. A shame it isn’t shown much. 

Suddenly the radio pauses the church music and a newsflash comes on, revealing Helen isn’t who she seems to be (a dangerous killer!).. The camera zooms in, revealing the DJ is a pirate on a boat. Get it, pirate radio, har har.. I always skipped it cause I could care less about most of the side characters, but must say rest in peace Robbie Coltrane. It is incredible the amount of times he guest starred, and such a loved character in Harry Potter.

But after that scene, we cut back to reality, Neil tring to fix the radio but gets knocked, and Helen ends up throwing the radio and silly Mike doesn’t realize she is a murderess. She keeps knocking Neil out and Mike keeps trying to put the moves on her. Then finally back to that other “plot”, Vyv’s in Rick’s bed (ooh err) gives him a purple-nurple, and literally pounces on him haha. Back downstairs, Mike suggests they eat “Breakfast in bed”, then *BOOM* down comes Rick’s over-sized bed through the ceiling, with Rick and Vyv in it. Still funny how big it is, compared to “Sick”, you can see they have little personal-sized beds. Props to them for pulling off the stunt. Makes my brain hurt seeing how that must’ve felt falling that far down. Lots of shouting from the two, throwing and Rick bouncing haha. Helen’s blocking Mike from hearing the news, while he takes it delightfully, in fact, no one is listening. 

Appears to be Neil only who slightly heard about Helen being dangerous, but before he can say much more, Vyvyan carries him up to fight Rick, who is armed with a chair, then suddenly a sound goes off. The lightbulb apparently is gone, literally as a puppet walking out the door. Rick calls out Neil for stinking so bad, but I think it’s a combo of everyone’s smell, look at Rick! Lol Might be the only time they’ve used animation on a puppet.

Another moment of Neil complaining he does all the work, then Rick says something mentioned in another episode as well “What about *name of musical guest*?” He did this in the party episode “Interesting” too. It’s like they’re acting like the bands already live in the flat, or Rick has magic powers: any band he mentions appears, or their door is always open to strangers? More possibilities there too lol. The musical guest here is Amazulu, jazzy ska type music. Not too bad, in fact for a period the song was stuck in my head for days. Have learned the band would usually play a faster version of their songs to help with run time, or maybe more time for the “plot” lol. Fun song with seeing the guys dance to it. Rick being unsure how to and then talks to SPG is great, or literally talking to himself, being the same voice of the hamster haha.

Vyv and Rick sneak through on the stage to grab wood for the next bit, (with clearly Rick hitting on the lead singer haha) and then the song ends. Awfully nice of Vyv calling them “sweet”, but then he and Rick show them the door. So it’s Rick, Vyv, and Mike standing together on a ladder and Neil on a piece of wood they carried over. They go ranting on random meaningless stuff, with Neil questioning why they couldn’t have used the ladder to change the lightbulb, but Rick stops the chaotic talking to just get on with it.But then he has to say “for Cliff’s sake” haha oh Rick. And great, a poop joke, wouldn’t be the show without those. So they all jump, Neil goes flying through the ceiling, ouch. They’re gonna have to get it fixed! Awfully nice of the guys to try and pull Neil down, instead of leaving him to fend for himself. 

A reminder of how nasty they are, as they’re pulling Neil’s legs, they find cornflakes in his shoes to hide from Vyv. Then of course Rick reminds us he puts sticky labels on his belongings, but then Vyvy just eats them. He really must be related to Eddie of ‘Bottom’, who doesn’t mind eating or drinking anything bahaha. They pull anyways, and Neil crashes down with a new lightbulb, until Vyv smashes it on Neil’s head, who goes unconscious again. The Vyvy returns chasing Rick haha. 

Mike tries to pull the moves again on Helen, who decided to leave, and as she hits the door, it falls on her! *gasp*

Knocked down by a horse and door, in walks.. a knight. Sure, cause anything is possible. 

We learn he’s very easy-going and peaceful, until hitting Neil unconscious.. I don’t know.

But we go right upstairs, Vyvyan’s still after tormenting Rick, and happened to find some anti-tank gun, and shoots comedically at Rick. All the shots miss, and cuts to some townspeople from the same era as the knight…. who carries passed out Helen and Neil over. Neil falls in mud. Shot booms and hits the people, who then get angry and blame Neil and chase after him. Good plot.

Then the famous picture happens here, as Vyv and Rick conclude their.. whatever you’d call that, Rick has a “I AM A VIRGIN” sign on his neck, and apparently pays Vyv for being wrong? Or maybe for all the damage they caused to the house lol.. but not paying for the shirt he has to get made saying he’s a virgin. Oh Rick, we still love you. Suddenly Neil is back home, panicking about what just happened. They all suddenly realize there was a time-warp. Oh no, they’ve been warped to the Middle Ages! Rick’s reaction is hilarious, looking delighted at living in the past.. but then they realize no telly existed back then! One of the best lines comes from Neil, “Oh, no! I'll die if I miss Scooby Doo!”

Everyone runs around and “panic” means to hang Neil up, I got nothing… but still the telly works?

I always skipped this part, Alexi’s characters for me, some are interesting to keep watching (like Mr Balowski) but then some like the jester character here and, the guy from “Interesting”, the party ep, I lost interest. So it’s a medividal game show basically, with Helen on it, and even the woman that appeared in Bottom in the dating episode. Always wild to see the same people pop up in the same shows.

But finally near the end, their tv watching is interrupted by the angry mob, then in typical young ones fashion, it ends.. the boys could care less  about being in danger and end up playing cards, as the mob wanders around the house, and Neil gets bonked, THE END!

Typical crazy episode, seems to be low on most Young Ones episode ranking lists, and I don’t know, I consider it underrated, but I can see why some would prefer other eps, funnier lines or the music group.. At times, not much happened in this ep, but I feel it made me laugh more than “Boring” did. It’s a classic Vyv and Rick fight, Mike does quite a bit, and even Neil has some happy moments; it’s an ep that deserves to not be forgotten! Hope you enjoyed me review.

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ik this is random but can you do a 'what i eat in a day' rundown? i'm just curious lol

This is the kind of ask you start to answer and realize just how fucking weird your response is gonna be LMFAOO. Fair disclosure, this is not nutritional advice, nor an exact measurement of what I eat every single day, but on the days I have work, there is a formal, and it’s as follows: 

Breakfast

Usually includes eggs, hash browns, bacon, and/or avocado + water

Fruit, usually a tangerine

Iced matcha latte, iced chai latte, or iced hazelnut latte. this caffeine is essential lest i end up with a headache by 12 rip 

Post-breakfast snack

Finishing my iced drink

Some combination of crackers/fruit/cheese/granola bar w milk/savory pastry

More water, that damn water bottle costs too much not to

Pre-lunch snack

Fruit-infused granola bar? Does that make sense? Like the soft ones with fruit jam in the middle or goldfish/cheez-its/grapes for a dry snack. 

Lunch

Wildcard, changes almost every day. Things I like include soup, beef ribs and rice, turkey and cheese sandwiches, big salads, rice and beans, chicken and rice, steak and rice. I like rice. More water. 

Fruit, usually an apple or pear or two bananas w peanut butter

Gotta have a little treat (esp if there’s no fruit) like a small pastry

Midday snack (probably 3-4pm)

Bigger than other snacks—ie: bagel w cream cheese, rice balls, cereal, half sandwich

Maybe another iced drink, who’s to say 

Post-work/pre-trek home snack

Similar midday snack vibes, recents include: rice balls, granola bars, seaweed, pretzel rods, fries. More water. 

Home snack

Starts with tea, always 

Something along the lines of [Fried] rice with seaweed, or a toasted bagel if I’m very hungry

Dinner 1

Another wildcard, also changes every day. Sometimes I cook, sometimes I buy take-out, sometimes I eat something before coming home like a burger and then just have tea until I’m hungry again. Always my biggest meal of the day, always has protein, likely to include potatoes or rice in some form and if not that, then pasta lmfao

Mostly have water with my dinner, or ginger-ale

Must eat meat here bc I am a carnivore

Pre-shower/post-computer activities meal

Probably more tea, maybe another little treat

Any leftovers from the day that I forgot about/didn’t have time to eat at work 

Dinner 2

Sometimes I knock the fuck out and go to sleep after I shower, but more often than not, I end up eating something again before going to bed. Something easy like a bagel or frozen dumplings/anything I can stick in an air fryer. Lately I’ve been inhaling daifuku and tostitos like a madman 

The end. Thank you for coming. 

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How I Meet Your Auntie

Part 1: The Other Guy

Sam Wilson x black reader

Description: for the longest time Sam had been the other guy. The guy making moves both big and small behind the scene. But what if he was more?

Warning: this is a slow burn . But I will link all the additional parts here don’t worry. Eventual smart per usual.

A/N: While we’re getting into how they met this is always an introductory to the reader

This is gonna be a 3 mini part series. Maybe 4 but we’ll see. No beta.

(Unedited.)

The place was pretty empty. Deserted in fact, looking as if no one should be there at all. That's what made it a great hiding spot. No one would think to check for them there. This was all that was left from the good of S.H.I.E.L.D. The remaining agents that were alive who hadn't gone into hiding. In the corner of the downsized 'facility' were two persons separated by two glass boarders. The only sound that could be heard was whispering between the injured and his visitor.

"Can we tell them now?"

"No."

"....how about now?"

"No."

"Now-"

"Y/n!"

"Nick!"

He gave her a look which made her roll her eyes.

"Sorry. Fury!" She repeated.

"Will you stop pacing? You're giving me a bigger headache than I already have." The man groaned shifting the position of his head on the pillow of the hospital bed.

"I can't help it, I'm nervous." Y/n sighed, plopping down in the cushioned seat next to his bed, "I just- you didn't see their faces."

"Neither did you, you've been here with me." Fury deadpanned.

"I know but Maria said-" Y/n was cut off.

"It isn't time yet Y/n and you know it. If the world is to believe I'm dead, it has to be everyone." Fury explained once more. "HYDRA has been deeply rooted in S.H.I.E.L.D for quite some time now. To expose us now is dangerous."

"How do you know I'm not dangerous? "

She wasn't a danger, not to him at least. While Fury didn't trust many people, he was 100% sure he could trust Y/n. Not just because of their close history, but because he knew she was genuinely a good person.

"Look, how about you go ahead and meet up with them." He suggested instead of answering her question. "See for yourself that they are okay after the run in with Zola."

"Are you sure?" She stood to her feet, grabbing his hand. "I'm not sure about leaving you alone."

Glancing out the glass window around the small facility she wearily took in the few agents left. While she didn't trust them, Fury did. Usually it meant something, but after he was nearly killed, Y/n was no longer sure if his trust in people meant anything.

"He's not. He has me."

Maria Hill stood in the door way offering Y/n a small smile. With a nod in her direction, Y/n smiled back before looking back at Fury.

"Take it easy sir. I'll be in touch with the both of you."

Walking past agent Hill she stopped as Hill grabbed her hand.

" Be careful." Hill gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

"I'll keep you posted." Y/n agreed with a nod before departing.

Breaking into the home was fairly easy. It was clear whoever it was Steve and Natasha found refuge with didn't have any enemies. They were either really skilled or stupid to not have any form of protection. As soon as he threw the first punch, Y/n knew which of the two he was.

Stupid.

It was a clumsy punch, one that she evaded with ease. Ducking out of the way, she blocked the next with her forearm pushing him back slightly. Deciding to end this pointless battle Y/n prepared for the mans next throw.

Right arm elongated she caught his fist. With her free hand she landed 3 quick punches -1st to the abdomen, 2nd to the chest, 3rd to the face-

Before flipping him over her shoulder and onto the floor where he landed with a loud thud.

"Shit."

Groaning Sam rolled around slightly, trying to figure out how he got his ass handed to him so quickly. Through small slits he peered up at the caramel complected beauty that stood over him, wondering where the angel came from.

"Gets them every time." She grinned a little placing her hands one her hips.

"Nice to see you no longer throw your punches."

Turn her head quickly, Y/n relaxed at the sight of Natasha who now stood in the doorway of the dining room.

"I had really great teachers." she winked.

Hearing the commotion, Steve also made his way into the area, a look of confusion on his face once he saw Sam on the lying there slightly rolled.

"What happened to you?" He questioned his friend.

"Me? Oh. No. Nothing man. I'm good. This is my thinking spot." Sam waved off still lying on the floor. "Can I ask you something? Does everyone who comes after you guys look like her?"

It was then the Captain  noticed there was someone else in the room. His eyes locked with hers, the corner of his lips twitching upwards.

"Uncle Steve," Y/n greeted with a wide smile.

"Y/n! What are you doing here?"

"Eh, I had a feeling you were going to do something dumb and stupid." She shrugged as Steve helped his friend up as she hugged Natasha.

"Eh, we've done worse." Nat shrugged when the pulled apart.

"Budapest." The two friends shared a laugh, Y/n turning to Steve who had yet to take his eyes off of her.

"Bring it in old man!" Y/n stepped forward smiling.

The embrace between Steve and Y/m was filled with love as they both seemed to relax into the hug. When S.H.I.E.L.D fell, they weren't together and even though they couldn't didn't show they're concerns, they were there. Knowing the other was okay was one thing, but seeing it right before your eyes was relieving. After all, all they had left was each other.

"I'm glad you're okay." Steve spoke kissing the side of her head.

"You too. You know I worry."

Feeling eyes on her, she shifted her brown orbs in the direction of the man she didn't know. "Whose the other guy?"

"Hi. Sam Wilson." He greeted holding his hand out for her to shake. "and uh......your uncle?"

"Son. Just don't." Steve held his hand out as a warning.

"Uh huh. Well," Sam scratched the back of his neck glancing at the hero and to assassins. " I made breakfast if you guys eat that kind of thing."

While Natasha and Steve sat at the table, Y/n leaned against the kitchen counter. Sam, who was going through a bunch of files, started up more conversation.

Y/n Rogers was a very distant relative to the Captain America. Believed to be an only child, the name should've died along with Steve. However, he wasn't an only child. His father had fathered another child, one whom he met at his fathers funeral. A half brother, Joseph Rogers the second, who later sought him in their late teens, Joseph being the eldest by 2 years.

Her grandfather, however frowned upon, unapologetically married a black woman. Together, that union brought about Y/n’s mom, Scarlet. Her mom raised her a single mother, before unfortunately passing away from an illness when she was only 12. From there, her grandparents both raised her. The pair passed when she was 25, her grandmother first, her grandfather following suit shortly after. If you ask her she believed it was from a broken heart.  however fat, she believed they would get it and that alone bought her peace. Still good no remaining family, Y/n was alone. 

So when Steve woke up from his icy slumber he looked up his estranged family. Imagine his surprise when the only remaining member turned out to be little ole Y/n.

“He found me at the end of my first tour.”

“Army?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“Airforce. JAG.” She answered.

"Finding you wasn't the problem. It's getting rid of you." Steve commented playfully.

"Rude. You love me."

"Debatable. Is it Wednesday?"

A small smirk on her face, Natasha couldn't help but observe the interaction between Steve and his niece. Whenever they got together, she felt like she was seeing the real Steve. scarlet bought out a side of him they didn't get to see too often

“Of course that was just a cover.” Natasha teased making Y/n laugh at what Sam and Steve could only assume was a memory the two women shared.

"I met Nat a few years back when I was working for Tony."

“Stark?”

“That would be the one.” She laughed. “I was caught hacking into his Iron Man database.”

“Why?” Sam asked perplexed.

For..fun?” She smirked before continuing. “ Anyway, he gave me a job and when Natasha came in as an assistant clicked. When her cover was ‘blown’ she told me she thought I had potential and asked if I wanted to do something more.”

“I taught her everything she know," smirked Natasha.

As she leaned back in her chair to stretch she winced slightly.

You okay?" Asked Steve.

A 'yes' came from Natasha, while 'no' came from Y/n.

"It's nothing I'm fine." Shook off the red head.

"Nat, let me see."

“Y/n.”

“Natasha.”

“Fight me.” Natasha said after letting out a groan.

"Your out of shape right now. I'll kick your ass. Now, let me see."

Reluctantly shows her wound, which Y/n begins to examine.

"Ribs are slightly bruised. This cut is going to need stitches."

Not only was she extremely beautiful, smart, she was resourceful. Good with her hands. Everything about her was sexy to him.

"Sam....Sam....Sam!"

"Huh?" He coughed as he snapped back to reality.

"Do you have something I can stitch this up with?" Y/n asked sweetly.

"Uh sure."

Discreetly his eyes scanned the faces of his companions;

- Natasha was stifling a laugh

- Steve was not so subtlety glaring at him

- Y/n wore her best poker face leading Sam to believe she hadn't noticed him staring.

She had.

"So, the question is: who in SHIELD could launch a domestic missile strike?" Natasha asked as Y/n stitches her up.

"Pierce." Chorused the Rogers.

"Who happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world." Y/n added.

"But he's not working alone," Steve continued. "Zola's algorithm was on the Lemurian Star."

"So was Jasper Sitwell." Frowned the Russian.

"So, the real question is," Y/n began after pulling down Natasha's shirt having finished patching the assassin up. "how do the two most wanted people in Washington kidnap a SHIELD officer in broad daylight?"

"The answer is: you don't." In the perfect moment for a mic drop, Sam dropped a huge folder in front of Steve.

"What's this?" Steve curiously began to pick through the files.

“ Call it a resume.” Samc winked in Y/n direction when she glanced at him curiously.

Natasha picks up a photo of Sam with his para-rescue team.

“Is this Bakhmala? The Khalid Khandil mission, that was you.” She then directed her next statement at Steve. “You didn't say he was a para-rescue.”

Steve Rogers: Is this Riley?

Sam Wilson: Yeah.

“I heard they couldn't bring in the choppers because of the RPGs.” Natasha recalled.

“ What did you use, a stealth chute?” Quizzed Y/n directing her attention from the files to Sam.

“No. These.”

The next older Sam handed the trio consisted of several photos of him as the falcon. The full mission report as well as how effective him and his wings were in combat.

“I thought you said you're a pilot?” Steve raised an eyebrow at Sam, recalling their previous conversation.

“I never said a pilot.”

“Impressive.” Y/n voices with a grin.

“I can't ask you to do this, Sam. You got out for a good reason.”

“Dude, Captain America needs my help.” Sam spoke with enthusiasm l. “There's no better reason to get back in.”

Steve mulled over for just a minute before: “Where can we get our hands on one of these things?”

"The last one is at Fort Meade, behind three guarded gates and a twelve-inch steel wall." Sam informed them as if the 12 inch wall would stop them.

Steve looked at Nat and Y/n who both shrugged.

"Shouldn't be a problem." Steve stated nonchalantly.

"I could use a warm up." Y/n confirmed.

"Sorry about your face." Y/n apologies feeling a little bad about the bruise she caused under his right eye.

"Don't worry, it'll never happen again." Sam stated indefinitely.

"At least it's still a nice face." She winked at him before following after her uncle and Natasha.

Thankful his skin was just the right shade of brown to mask his blush.

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I decided to start this far back because I don’t feel like Sam got enough love back in today. Not the way he should’ve so I am planning to break everything down from the beginning to where we are now, with TFAWS.

This is a slow burn, I repeat this is a slow burn.

Xoxo

[obae-me]

Lucifer: Just exists

Me: Sir would u like some sleep? Perhaps a full 9 hours? A nap?

Okay, so my requests are still closed (I have some I haven’t finished yet but we don’t talk about those, my brain is broken give me time) but something about this just gave me the overwhelming urge to write some sleepy Lucifer…so I’m going to do that. (Plus I need to get back into the writing groove before I tackle my bigger projects)

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Meeting after meeting, report after report. Demons could go days without sleeping and come out with little more than a headache, but still, it had been a week straight of Lucifer’s non-stop work, so you were bound to feel some concern. Well, ‘some’ was an understatement. In fact, you were losing precious hours of your own sleep just by worrying about him. None of your fretting did anything about it either, he was too prideful for that. Regardless of the ever blackening circles under his eyes, the rapidly diminishing bags of coffee beans, or his simple mistakes he’d usually never make, he acted as if he was the pinnacle of health.  

There was bound to be an end to it eventually, there always was. 

Lucifer’s insomnia had infected you, and during the early reaches of this particular morning, unable to sleep, you decided to check on the eldest. It was wishful thinking to hope you could find him in his room. Alas, it was empty, practically gathering dust, he might as well take up permanent residency in his office by now. So, you padded down quietly to his office. 

The entrance was wide open, the soft somber melody of a record drifting through the library. You knew well and good that he had pushed himself too far, his own body taking the consent of sleep from him. However, if anything, the moments like these were the ones that made you fall for him even harder. The way his body released the tension of stress as he slept. The way those gentle sighs of his somehow played in a symphony all their own. The way his chest didn’t puff out with pride like normal but instead rose in the softest way as he finally took a moment to breathe deeply. 

Stifling a chuckle, you tiptoed over to him, tilting your head to observe his face in peace. Cheek against a half-written report, one of his arms was bent across his eyes, his fade nestled in the crook of his elbow to block out the light, his lips ever so slightly parted. A pen was still lodged between his middle and pointer finger, the end of it tangled in his hair. You would be tempted to just stand and watch him for a while longer, but you’d much rather see him to bed. 

“Luce...Luci...” He stirred, shifting slightly, turning the other way, the paper still stuck to his cheek, eliciting a small vocal chuckle from you. You snapped a quick picture for your private collection and then reached out to him. One hand settling over his own, the other landing between his shoulder blades, you embraced him, speaking up a bit louder. “My darling Morningstar?” 

Reflexively, he turned his wrist and gripped your hand, a bit too tightly until he realized it was you. He interlaced his fingers between yours and pushed himself up from his desk by his elbows. You hummed to yourself in amusement, grasping the paper stuck to his face and placing it amongst his other reports. He took a waking breath into his nose and blinked slow and unevenly. “What time is it?” 

You wrapped your arm around his shoulders, hugging him from the side. “Time for you to head to bed.” He opened his mouth to spout some nonsense about work needing to be done, but you stopped him with a kiss to his cheek. “Bed. Your pact-master commands you.” 

“Hm? You tease but you really could order me if you wanted to.” 

Reaching up, you caressed the side of his face, feeling him tilt into your touch. “Why would I do that when it’s so much more satisfying when you follow me of your own volition?” You traced your finger down and traced his bottom lip. He looked up, his cheeks slightly pink, his eyebrows slightly raised as he looked at you in comfortable wonder. You lowered your head to meet his lips, but you pulled away at the last second, squishing his cheeks. “But I won’t force you.” You dropped his hand and turned, listening to his sharp intake at your taunting. Before you could take another step, his arms were already wrapped around your torso. 

“I’m coming, you demon.” 

“Oh yes, I’m the evil one for making sure you get some rest.” You rolled your eyes but took his arm in yours as you left his study. 

“You are indeed,” he laughed, his tone still groggy from his nap. You kept a steady hold on him as he worked on keeping his week legs straight. He’d pushed himself far too long this time, his limbs were crying out for rest. He’d have to take the extra brutal punishment of sleeping in tomorrow- well, today. Back inside his room, you guided him beside the bed, folding back his sheets and sliding in first yourself. They had soaked up the chill cold of the night, and so you shivered. He kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it at the end of the bed, and you faked a gasp.

“How uncouth!”

Shirtless and still in his work slacks, he crawled in under his sheets, pushing you down against the pillow, a smile on his face. “Don’t start with me.” The playful mood quickly ebbed as he rubbed your noses together before planting a kiss over your lips, obviously desperate for it ever since you had denied him in his study. “Come now.” He laid flat against the mattress, pulling you over and tucking you under his arm with your head against his chest. Even if you hadn’t been so close there was no denying the large content sigh.

“See?” You asked, pulling the covers up tighter against you both. “Isn’t this better than a dreary old desk?” Only, there was no response. In regular Belphie fashion, Lucifer must’ve fallen asleep right as his head hit the pillow. You snuggled tighter against him, careful not to move him too much, although you figured it would be rather difficult to get him to rouse again tonight. Closing your eyes, you whispered to him, hoping he’d hear the message in his dreams. “Goodnight, love.”

[thesilent-o]

Blitzo sat up, the covers falling around his waist. A hand reached up to his head, which lightly pounded in protest to the upright motion he'd taken. He'd slept like shit the night before. The bed theyd shared was almost too small for the both of them. And that was something, considering he was an imp. Granted, Blitzo was tall for his species, but that didn't do anything for the lack of space on the mattress. He hadn't been drunk or anything when he had come here after leaving the office. So the light headache wasn't something he could blame on a hangover nor was the decision to come here in the first place.

Which now that he was less focused on fucking around, he could say that the place he'd ended up in was a dump. And more of a dump than his own shitty apartment, that's for sure. A comment that he didn't have the chance to make before his host was offering him a beverage. Drinking so early on wasn't usually something he did. Not when he might have things he needed attend to. Although realistically even that rule hadn't stopped him from doing it before. So why worry about that now? Besides, maybe a drink might help the headache he had woken up with.

"Sure, why the fuck not? And don't go around calling me that. I have a name." He stretched where he sat on the bed and then leaned back against the wall. "I slept like shit last night. Maybe you should consider a bigger bed. Or at least clean this dump up a little."

The comment found its way out of the imp's mouth eventually regardless. When it came to scenarios like this, Blitzo often had a hard time filtering anything he said. In fact the only time he ever did sugar coat something was when he was trying to lie his way through a situation. Being blunt had just become something of a habit of his. Perhaps even something he had picked up from his father without realizing it. Either way, he didn't seem to care if his comments might offend the shark.

And why should he? He didn't know Chaz on a personal level. He only knew him because of Moxxie and Millie. And an strange obsession to their sex life had been the reason that he ended up here. He'd been curious enough to want to know why the two imps spent time with this guy that hed shut I.M.P down early just to find out. And after the night he spent with him, he felt he had an answer. He couldn't say it was as satisfying an answer that he was looking for. But who was he to pass up a fuck?

Starter for @thesilent-o

Chaz lit up a cigarette while watching the imp laying next to him through his peripheral vision. It'd been surprisingly easy to talk the guy into a bone sesh. Maybe Mox and Millie discussed their sex lives with their boss and bragged about his big dick and how good he was as fuckin them senseless with it. A wide grin spread across the loan shark's face at the thought. Of course they would, how could they not. The exchange furthered his belief of imps being a slutty bunch—not that he was complaining. 

He rolled off his side of the bed with little grace and plucked his boxers off the floor. He slipped them back on before heading towards the mini fridge in the corner of his bedroom. Chaz blew out a puff of smoke at the eviction notice sitting on top of the chill box while he rummaged through the shelf. "Yo, splotchy" he called over his shoulder. "You want a beer?" A generous offer coming from him, but he had to get the hang of hospitality if he wanted to keep them coming back. 

[wishingyouback]

In The AM.

[01:45am] late nights with minho;

It’s a quarter to two in the morning when you stumble upon minho in your apartment kitchen with his hands on his face.

Though his back is facing you, you can almost picture the look on his face. His eyes closed, hands resting on his face to either try to subside the growing headache he had or, he was just exhausted with amount of workload he had piling up. You frown to yourself and lean against the doorframe of your kitchen, being quiet and careful to not stir him from his thoughts, to take a proper look at him.

His body is slumped in comparison to his usual lean position. His hair is ruffled, looking as if he had run his hands through it a million times to rid of the worries in his head. You’re about to walk over to him when Minho turns his head to look at you. Your eyes immediately catch his and he can’t stop the smile he has growing on his face. You bite your lip to contain your excitement and make your way into his arms that opens warmly for you.

When you wrap your arms around his neck, he finds solidarity in your embrace and hums. You feel his body relax in your warmth and you almost want to cry at how tired he must be.

“How’d you know I was there?”

“I heard you open your door,” he looks at you then kisses your forehead lightly which makes butterflies erupt in your stomach. “I’m sorry I came so late. Practice took longer than usual.”

Minho rarely talked about work — not because he didn’t want to or didn’t trust you. He trusted you with his entire life and if anything, he adored you to bits. It was just that, whenever he would be around you, you helped ease his worries. You took the pain away before he could even acknowledge it; you were his escape from reality because when he was with you, it actually felt like nothing else in the world mattered except for the moments together like right here, right now.

He was extremely thankful for you, and he always made sure to let you know that. If he couldn’t say it, he’d show it.

For your first day as a couple, the hazel haired boy surprised you with flowers at midnight because he was busy with practice the entire day. When you reached a month, he bought you the bracelet you had been eyeing the time the both of you went shopping for his lovely cats. Needless to say, Minho was an attentive lover. He knew you inside out — everything you did together felt so intimate and you felt incredibly lucky; even privileged at times to be privy to these type of affections from the man who was once shy in front of you.

You pull away from him to stretch your arms, closely resembling a feline creature he was fond of, which makes him smile.

He keeps you close to him with his arms wrapped gently around your waist as you stand between his legs that he parted to make room for you. “Did I wake you?”

You hadn’t seen each other for two weeks. Though that was considered the shortest time you both have been separated, you missed him a lot more than usual and you were glad you made a spare key just for him to make his entrance any time he wanted. You shook your head.

“I woke up to get a glass of water,” you then rested your head on his shoulders, relaxing in his arms when he started to draw small patterns on your waist. “Did you just get here?”

He checks his phone and nods. “Just a few minutes, actually. We had a last minute meeting too.” He says this with a sigh.

He covers it up with a shrug but you know Minho and you know the difference between his usual nonchalant attitude to this one.

After a moment of silence with him swaying you from side to side and you laughing at the little jokes he would whisper in your ears, you stand up properly and sternly place your hands on his shoulder, making him tilt his head up to look at you. He sees the blank look on your face and sits up to mirror you.

You don’t have to say anything for him to know what you’re asking.

Even if it was just a look or a stare, Minho could read your body language and he recognised it even if you thought you were being subtle. He was alert; protective even, especially when it came to you.

“We learnt this choreography today,” you listen intently and play with the roots of his hair, something you noticed Minho liked even when he would jokingly push your hands away. “It wasn’t difficult, but it wasn’t simple either. I know we’ve done harder but— I just can’t get this one move right and it’s frustrating.”

Your heart suddenly grows heavy and you feel the sudden urge to want to reassure Minho that he’s doing amazing, so you do.

You take a step closer to him, place your hands on his cheeks, making his lips pout a little but make him look into your eyes.

“That’s not your fault, baby.” Minho’s about to deny it but he knows you have more to say, and doesn’t interrupt you. “I know I won’t understand how you completely feel, but I want you to know that I’m so proud of you and that I know you’re already doing your best. You always do, and the boys know that too.”

You stare up into Minho’s eyes and he decides that there was not a single word in the dictionary, he was sure, that could describe just how beautiful you looked tonight.

You weren’t glammed up, nor were you in the least bit trying considering you were asleep, but he decides that this is his favourite look on you. You’re wearing one of his shirts, given it was a lot bigger on you than on him, it fit you perfectly. Your hair was tussled, evident from the tossing and turning you did in your sleep, and your cheeks are more pink then they usually were, but you looked so beautiful that Minho couldn’t resist the kiss he gives you when you’re about to say something in reply.

You smile into the kiss and he suddenly feels so energised that he swallows your giggles and hums a satisfied tune against your lips. When he pulls away, he pecks your cheeks then your nose.

You can’t stop grinning after this, feeling your face heat up. “What was that for? Not that I’m complaining.” Again, you look up at Minho with the softest look he has ever seen and he nearly melts at the sight.

“Just thankful.” Is what he says which makes you raise your eyebrows as if to ask ‘for what?’ and he knows it isn’t to tease him. You genuinely don’t know what for, and he’s more than happy to tell you. “For you, angel.”

You bury your head into his chest at the new pet name and he already knows you’re blushing. He bites back his inner cheek to stop himself from laughing, but it’s not use because a giggle slips out and you’re pulling away to look at him again.

“Stop.” You whine and he laughs harder.

After a moment, you feel Minho draw figure eights on your back with his fingers and you feel yourself moving into him more to hug him again. He always had that affect on you.

“You wanna know something?” His voice is so low that if you weren’t in his embrace, you wouldn’t have heard it. He looks down to check if you’re listening and you are, you’re already looking at him.

“I’m so in love with you.”

You break into a wide smile and let out a shy laugh. The both of you have been together for a year now, yet you still get giddy at the compliments he gives you; the things he says to you, especially when he tells you that he loves you. It wasn’t new to hear, yet every time he said it to you, you couldn’t help but feel like it was the first time.

Minho found it endearing. He loved seeing you happy and most importantly, he loved loving you. You were his person, his lover and partner in everything.

“I’m so in love with you too.” You say when you wrap your arms around his neck so he can hug you properly. He presses a kiss to your temple.

“You wanna head to bed now?” You nod.

“Let me get a drink then I’ll join you.”

He hums an answer and lets you go get a cup but before you can take another step, he grabs your wrist and when you turn, you feel his lips land on yours. You’re about to react when he pulls away as quickly as he started it, a teasing glimmer in his eyes.

“I’ll see you in bed, baby.” You roll your eyes playfully at the older boy let him go. He reluctantly lets go of your hand that he squeezes before leaving and you grab your drinks feeling nothing but pure happiness completely consume your body.

<3

a/n if you made it ‘till the end, thank you so much for reading ily, i do. & if there are any errors, let me know and i’ll fix them ♡ happy reading(s)!

— you’re always loved. x

[stray-kids-react]

Sleepy but clingy SKZ

Masterlist

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Bang Chan

° Bang Chan doesn't get a lot of sleep, he's gone days without it and usually just stays up working while your cuddled into him dead asleep.

° So when he is tired, you force him to sleep. Because he will complain when you try to pull him away from his laptop. Even though he's fallen asleep sitting up 5 times now.

° Chan is very cute when he's sleepy and it isn't often that you get to see it, his lips are pouted and eyes are practically closed. He also tends to lean onto you when walking to bed.

° You take a couple photos while he's sleeping because he's so cute, cheeks squished against the pillow as he shifts his face closer into it. And very pouty lips.

° Makes soft groans when you aren't near him, pulling you towards his bare chest. When you are next to him, he'll place your hands on his back so you can hold him.

° Usually a big spoon, but when he is very tired and needs sleep. He is an adorable little spoon who wants nothing more than to sleep and have you holding him.

Lee Know

° When Minho is tired he usually will just fall asleep in bed or on the nearest furniture whether you are there or not. But when he's sleepy and clingy, he'll need you with him.

° He only gets tired and clingy when he's had a bad day, his eyes will resemble a sad puppy and his lips are naturally very pouty. Then he'll just curl up into your arms.

° Likes it when you play with his hair, it makes him fall asleep faster and distracts him from the minor headache he has. He'll literally melt when you do this.

° Do not mention his clingy state to any member, or he won't cuddle you for a week. The members will tease him non stop and it embarrasses the hell out of him.

° He's not mad at you, he just gets embarrassed and is cautious doing any affection when he is rethinking his life choices at the moment.

° Even though he is labelled the savage member, he can't be mad at you. He sees you as an angel and is glad he has someone to hold him when he needs to be held.

Changbin

° Shy when you first began to date, but now he is very very clingy. He'll randomly walk up to you and just peck you hundreds of times before walking away like it's nothing.

° Can get a bit whiny when he's tired, begging to go to bed and cuddle him. It gets to the point where he doesn't care who hears him begging for your attention.

° When you finally give in, he'll murmur the softest 'thank you' before cuddling into your chest. He'll sigh in content once he is comfortable before falling asleep.

° Knows when you aren't with him, and will wake up instantly. Understands if you need to use the washroom or grab a drink/snack, but will complain if you just leave to leave.

° Tracing his jaw line will soothe him tremendously, he'll fall asleep in seconds. Changbin enjoys the feeling of your fingers against his skin, it is comforting to him.

° Once talked in his sleep lightly, whispering about how much he loves you and even mentioned how he wants to marry you. Whispering a small 'I do'.

Hyunjin

(Our prince is coming back soon!! ❤️❤️❤️)

° Clingy is his middle name, the only member more affectionate than him is Felix. And it's only because Minho slightly intimidates him.

° Will walk into your shared bedroom and just flop next to you, or gradually lean all of his weight onto you. He always greets you once he's comfortable, making you laugh.

° Will talk about how tired he is from the day while you stroke through his hair. If he isn't feeling talkative then he'll just lay there, enjoying your warmth and presence.

° Will fall asleep accidently most times, not wanting to sleep because he missed you but ends up doing so anyways because he is so tired. You understand nonetheless.

° Once wrapped himself around you during movie night with Stray Kids, and ended up missing the whole movie because he fell asleep on your shoulder during the opening.

° Will tease you if you are being clingy, but it doesn't last long since you remind him of all the times he clung to you and whined for your attention. Making him embarrassed.

Han

° When tired he zones out alot, you usually just hold him while he slumps into you and thinks about the creation of life itself. You'll sometimes laugh at how serious he looks.

° You can't get over how cute his cheeks are when squished against you or a pillow. It pouts his lips out and makes him look like an adorable soft baby because of it.

° Will fiddle with your fingers to try and stay awake, but it ends up soothing him at one point and he falls asleep anyways. His head will fall back onto you once he falls asleep.

° Will randomly ask you questions he was thinking about. Like 'why is blue called blue?' 'if I punch myself and cry, am I too strong or too weak?' 'what if unicorns are invisible?'

° Some of them do stick with you, so your up at 3am wondering why blue was called blue. But you won't tell him that since it will only encourage him to ask more questions.

° Likes to be the little spoon in general, and he will become more curled up when he is tired. Burrowing into your body as you hold him, he usually will fall asleep in seconds.

Felix

° The only differences between sleepy Felix and regular Felix is that he is quiet and is wearing pajamas, and the pajamas aren't a guarantee depending where he is.

° Felix is a naturally affectionate person who is impossible to dislike, he's a literal angel that makes you wonder how you ended up with him. But you are grateful that you did.

° Half of the time he will come home for work and whine until he finally reaches your embrace. Immediately letting out a content sigh as he turns into putty in your arms.

° The other half of the time is he will be waiting on the couch in a onesie, waiting for you to come home. Once you do he'll giggle softly and open his arms wide for you.

° Rubs his cheek against yours like a cat, and can't stop his smile from beaming brightly at your presence. Felix also has a habit of of burrowing into the crook of your neck.

° He'll fall asleep on top of you, whispering one last 'I love you' in his deep but now groggy voice. Resting his head on your shoulder as you fall asleep seconds later.

Seungmin

° Is probably the member who is the shyest when it comes to affection, no matter how long you two have been together. He prefers soft and short affectionate touches.

° His favorite type of PDA is hand holding, and when in private he will embrace you gently in bed. Usually being the bigger spoon, but isn't opposed to being little spoon.

° Will become more clingy when he is tired, wanting to go to bed with you very badly after a long day. He'll look at you while resting on your shoulder, waiting for you.

° Doesn't want to force you into a cuddle session, but will hint that he wants one to happen. You catch onto these hints eventually, but it can take some time.

° The main hints that you know are, cuddling on your lap, looking at you with puppy eyes, kissing your neck, rubbing your tummy, and talking about dreams that he's had.

° When you finally go to bed, he'll scoop you into his arms. Usually placing soft kissing on the top of your head, and whispering how much he appreciates you.

Jeongin

° Your usually more of the clingy one in the relationship, but there is a rare occasion where the roles reverse. And this happens the week he returns from tour.

° Jeongin will be exhausted from going nonstop and reaching his limit multiple times, but he'll be so happy to be back home and have you right there beside him.

° His eyes will be very sparkly when looking at you, just so happy to be back home with you. And he notices your blush when you see his gaze but is too tired to tease you on it.

° Will chat with you in a hushed tone, asking about how you were when he was gone and what you thought of the the performances you saw online. Tiredly smiling throughout.

° Smiles when you kiss him softly, missing the way your lips felt against his. He'll cup your face before resting his chin on top of your head as you curl into him.

° Falls asleep with you as his last thought, and his dreams continue his thoughts by making him imagine how truly beautiful you would look walking down the aisle.

[twjournals]

So Wrong It's Right

Sequel: What's Wrong is Right

Warning: dark!Peter Parker x reader, DUB-CON, manipulation, age gap, drinking

PLEASE READ MY WARNING BEFORE CONTINUING. I am not responsible for your media consumption. Any and all negativity will be blocked.

Word Count: 5.4k

Summary: You're an old troubled friend of May's. Your life consists of being a workaholic, a party animal, and bringing home the shittest of guys for a one-hit-wonder. Just when you get your life in order, you're knocked right back into your old habits. Peter has watched you suffer long enough. He can make it all better.

Your life was far from where you thought you would be. It was sad to say, but you were anything but a role model. Yet May still tolerated you, regardless of Peter. Maybe she used you as an example to show Peter what not to be or maybe she was just too good of a friend to leave you on your own. To say the least, your life was a mess but you could not be more grateful to have a friend like May.

"Peter, go get me a wet rag, please," May spoke quietly. Peter left your side once he helped May get you over to the couch. You were beyond the limits that someone should be drunk.

You were in a fit of hiccups, giggling to yourself as May bent down to take off your heels. You had far too many drinks, that much was clear.

"Maaay, you.." you hiccupped, "are suuuch a good.." you hiccupped again, "friend."

May shook her head with a sigh, taking in the drunken sight of you. She was not sure how you managed to let yourself get this far gone, but every time you would drink, this is how you ended up. Either you had zero limits or you loved to push the limits you did have.

"Pet-" May started to call over her shoulder, but Peter was already hurrying in the room with his hands full.

"I'm here, Aunt May." Peter reminded and she watched as Peter sat the trash can nearby the couch. He then placed the bottle of water on the table with some medicine for the headache he knew would come with your awake in the morning. He kneeled down beside you on the couch, pressing the rag to your forehead.

May only smiled to herself as she pulled the blanket from its spot on the back of the couch and pulled it over your figure. She didn't say anymore. Peter had seen his Aunt May take care of you many nights when you were so shit-faced it was a wonder you could still see faces.

Your head was propped up against a pillow on the couch as Peter wiped your forehead with the cool rag. Your skin was burning up. Peter could not help but wonder how you let yourself get like this. You were quite a few years younger than May, but it amazed him how different the two of you were to be the best of friends.

You were fast asleep in no time, making Peter smile as his eyes gazed over your face. He had always thought you were so beautiful. Too precious to be taken advantage of by the guys you went after. He witnessed many nights when you had told Aunt May about a new guy you had hooked up with. Everyone knew it was nothing more than a one-night stand, but Peter could not help but hate any guys that touched you only for only their benefit.

It was not until you had eventually settled down with a guy you had met from one of your nightstands that you finally stopped ending up on May's couch. You had moved on with your life, still keeping in contact with May every now and then. You were happy. Not just the sex but he was truly seemed like a guy you could see yourself spending forever with.

You had stopped drinking. You had stopped going out to parties. After the first year, you had moved into the city and got an apartment together. Another year later, you guys were engaged and everything seemed to fall into place. After 3 years, the wedding was right around the corner.

Your world moved at a quicker pace now considering all the things you needed to get done before the wedding. In between work and house chores, you were planning for your big day.

As time went by, you were so wrapped up in your own little world you did not notice the slow-burning flame in your partner slowly being put out. While your plans had been coming together, your relationship was falling apart. You had for the most part ignored all the signs and assumed he was having a bad day. It amazed you how many he was having. When you would try to talk to him, it seemed useless since you could never get him to talk about it. In reality, it all brewed into something bigger. It all hit you like a ton of bricks.

You had been working later hours than usual for extra money. It wasn't cheap, but you had told yourself it was okay to want the things you wanted. After all, this was going to be your first and hopefully wedding. You wanted everything to be perfect. You even tried to get opinions from your fiance to include his vision of it, but he insisted you were better at this sort of thing. You couldn't argue with that.

You wrapped up your work at the office fairly early so you decided to call it a night and surprise your fiance. You felt like everything was on track. One night worry-free was much needed. You had earned it.

You pushed open the front door to your apartment before walking through the living room into the kitchen. You sit your keys on the counter, placing your bag on the stool by the counter. You peered around the apartment for a moment. All the lights were off and it was quiet. Had he already gone to bed? You checked the time.

7:13pm

You were surprised you did not hear his game or at least him yelling at it. You started down the hallway to the bedroom you shared, staring at the closed door. Why was it closed when it was just him? You shook the thought a little too soon. Maybe if you had just thought a little longer, you would have prepared yourself for what was on the other side.

You pushed the door open just a little to see inside when you heard a faint moan from the other side. Your heart stopped. You stood in shock taking in the sight of the man you were in love with hovered over another girl in your bed under your covers. Your face was hot in embarrassment, anger. You were feeling so many things right now you could not think straight. You were hurt.

"Are you serious??" You blurted out, causing them both to jump to try and cover themselves.

"You're sick, Chris." She shoved his chest, pushing him off of her as she quickly got out of the bed. "He told me you guys were no longer together."

She scowled as she hurried to gather her clothes off the floor and pulling them on. If it were even possible, your eyes could have burned holes through the girl. You were in disbelief. Your jaw would have already been on the floor if it wasn't connected to your face.

"I'm so sorry." She mumbled, embarrassed as she hurried past you out of your apartment.

You were left to deal with Chris. You starred at him with tears kissing your eyes.

"I-"

You took a deep breath, shaking your head. "Don't."

"I can explain." He started to get out of the bed to dress.

"There's nothing to explain, Chris." You stared at him, trying to restrain yourself from coming across the room and punching him in the face for acting like an explanation could even justify his actions.

"She meant nothing to me." He started to walk over to you.

“You told her we weren’t together. How is that nothing?”

“It felt like we weren’t. You were so busy.” He tried to touch your arm but you shoved his hand away.

"Don't you dare think about touching me when you were just touching another woman." You looked at him with dark eyes, struggling to fight back the cry. He wasn't worth your tears. "I want you to get out."

"Get out?! Where am I gonna go?"

"I don't know." You shrugged your shoulders. "Maybe you could have thought that through."

He frowned, running his fingers through his hair frustrated. "It doesn't have to be like this. Can't we just talk this out?"

"No!" You shouted at him, making his eyes grow wide. You could tell he wasn't telling this as seriously as you. "I don't want to look at you right now." You turn to leave the room, but he grabs your arms to turn you to face him.

"Please. Look, I can- I can stay on the couch tonight. I'll give you your space and when you're ready we can talk about it. I was wrong for that. I fucked up and I'm sorry." You yanked yourself from his hold.

"You can give me space by leaving. Pack yourself a bag and go."

"I love you, Y/n. I never meant to hurt you."

You shook your head as your eyes wandered over the bed to where they once were before meeting his eyes. "You mean you never meant to get caught."

He sighed before hanging his head in defeat and walking by you to gather up some of his things. You didn't move from your spot. Only stared at the mess of a bed. The place you made love to him while he made love to another. You listened to the front door close behind him on his way out before you finally covered your face, letting the tears fall.

For days, weeks, all you could seem to do was feel sorry for yourself. You couldn't find the strength to get out of bed. No matter how many calls you received, you let them ring through to voicemail. Everything you had felt for him was in ruins. You changed for him. You let yourself grow for him and even that wasn't enough. After all the time you spent picking up after him, cooking, cleaning, planning, staying loyal for crying out loud. You didn't know what else he could of you.

You had called off the wedding in the time you stayed closed up in your apartment. Even took some time off of work to handle it all. You took that time to gather every piece of him scattered around the apartment and packed it up. You wanted to end this as painless as possible aside from the pain you were already feeling. You had thrown away the sheets and replaced them, even get a new comforter and it still didn't feel the same anymore to lay in your bed. You stared at your phone beside you as it lit up for what felt like the hundredth time. You finally sighed, lifting the phone. You knew without even looking at the name it was from him.

You canceled the wedding? It doesn't have to be like this. I still love you, Y/n. You were so busy with work and all the planning. You abandon me. Whenever I wanted your attention, you were always too tired to pay any attention to me.

It's like the girl I fell in love with was gone. Some time ago, you couldn’t keep your hands off of me now it’s like I have to beg you to touch me.

You're being selfish.

You can't be THAT mad, Y/n. I’m a man. I have needs. You were busy and she was willing to help. We can fix this. Don’t give up 3 years. Don’t give up on me.

There were loads more, but you could not care to bother reading the rest. You tossed your phone back down on the bed, rubbing your hands over your face. You didn't owe him anything, not even a response. The girl he was talking about was not gone. She was only on hold to plan a wedding by herself and it was more stressful than he knew. You wanted to forget everything that had happened. You wanted to forget you wasted 3 years of your life planning on growing old with this man.

--

You weren't sure how you had got this far and with that being said, May wasn't either. You had talked May into joining you to a night out at a club. She needed a night to herself and you needed a break from everything. Along with that, if you had stayed inside that house a moment longer, you might have gone insane.

"You're going to be hammered if you keep on like that." May reminded with a laugh, both of you clinging onto the bar and each other for the extra support. You thanked the bartender as he pushed your last round of shot glasses in front of the two of you.

You smiled, passing a glass to May before keeping one for yourself.

"We can only hope." You winked at the bartender who only chuckled before clinking your shot glass with hers and downing your shot.

Your throat was already numb from all the alcohol you had already numbed it with. May wasn't far behind you. You took your final shot, grinning and pulling May along with you to the dancefloor to get lost in the sea of people. You threw your arms around May's, moving your hips as you both danced to the music.

This was the therapy you needed. Sometimes you had longed for nights like this. You had freedom. You had no worries, aside from worrying who you might wake up beside. But you had fallen in love and even though you had grown up, you had not nearly grown out of this lifestyle. It was all too familiar.

"Hey! I'm going to the bathroom! I'll be back!" May moved closer to you, raising her voice to be heard over the loud music. You nodded, watching her pushing her way through the crowd of people to get to the ladies' bathroom before easing yourself back into your dancing.

You swayed, grinding your hips with the rest of the crowd. You weren't the slightest bit bothered to be dancing by yourself. You used to lose yourself on the dancefloor for hours days after days years ago.

"I've missed this." You heard a familiar voice speak from behind you, startling you when their hands landed on your hips with your sway. They pulled you back against them, catching you off guard. "I've missed you." He mumbled in your ear, sending chills down your spine.

You peaked over your shoulder to make sure your mind was not playing tricks on you. It wasn't. You prayed it was an old one-night stand, but of course, it was the one person you were trying to get away from.

"It doesn't work like that, Chris." You dropped your hands down to his on your hips, trying to push them off your hips but they only hold you tighter. "Get- get off of me." You gritted through your teeth as your eyes glared at him. "Get off!" You raised your voice.

"Now, now, let's not cause a scene. You've had quite a bit to drink haven't you?" He wrapped your arms around your figure, making your blood run cold as his body pressed to yours.

"That's none of your business."

"I'm your fiance. You are my business."

"Ex." You corrected him. His nose flared slightly.

"You really want to go there? You're nothing without me. You're shit-faced in the middle of the club and you can't even accept my help?" He growled and you pushed on his arms.

"I don't need your help."

"You're drunk. You don't know what you need." He spat.

The sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted your argument. "I think I've got it from here." You looked up to put a face to the voice, your eyes widening slightly.

"And you are?" Chris didn't budge while staring down Peter as if challenging him.

Peter was reaching his hand out for yours. "Her boyfriend." You stared up at Peter in shock at how much he had changed over the years and he smiled reassuringly.

Chris stiffed slightly and you could feel his eyes burning a hole into you. "Is that true?"

You didn't take your eyes off of Peter, taking a hold of his hand and letting him pull you out of Chris's arms. "Yes." Your voice was hushed.

Chris scowled. "Wow. I wish you luck there, man. She's a real catch." He laughed, making you look down. You couldn't believe he was really trying to ruin your night when he had already ruined everything else.

Peter only snaked his arm around your waist, letting his hand settle on your hip while his eyes never left Chris's. "She certainly is." He agreed. He gave your body a warm squeeze, grabbing you closer into his embrace. "Now, if you'll excuse us."

With that, he guided you through the crowd off of the dance floor.

"You okay?" He finally broke the silence once he got you back to the bar, sitting you down on one of the stools.

You nodded, letting your eyes wander up to him as he motioned the bartender over. "I'm just curious as to why you're here right now. Aren't you supposed to be in college?"

He smiled as he pulled out his wallet to pay your tab and you grabbed his hand, shaking your head. "No, no. I can pay for my own."

"What if I insist?"

"You don't have to, honestly. I have money."

You started to reach into your purse for some cash but Peter covered your hand, giving you another reassuring smile.

"You'll have plenty of other times to pay. I'll get it this time." He reminded you and you sighed in defeat, giving him a playful scowl. He only grinned, proceeding to pull some cash from his wallet to give to the bartender.

"You didn't answer my question." You continued as he turned back to you.

"I'm still college. I just sometimes stay with Aunt May on the weekends."

"And you just so happened to be here?"

Peter chuckled, pointing in May's direction as she stumbled over her feet returning back to the two of us. "Aunt May called."

You raised your eyebrow, looking over at May as she stood beside you now. "You called Peter?"

"Someone has to get you back home." She reminded you and you hit her arm slightly, tilting your head.

"May, I could have got a taxi or an uber. You didn't have to call him for me." You scowled at her and she shook her head in a tsking manner.

"No, no, no. I called Peter so I can rest assured you got home safely and not by some random stranger."

You rolled your eyes slightly and Peter butted in with an awkward chuckle. "I really don't mind. I don't consider this anything out of the way. I'd rather it be me than some stranger or someone." He noticed him giving the floor a swift scan around the three of you.

"Fine." You pouted your bottom lip slightly before rising from your seat at the bar. "You guys make me feel irresponsible or something." You grabbed a hold of May's arm and pulling her with you to the exit of the club while Peter followed behind the two of you.

"Are you coming?" You muttered over to May and she shook her head.

"Happy is here." Just as the words left her mouth when you started out the door, you spotted Happy parked in front of the building to pick up May. "Peter isn't too bad of a driver." You stopped in front of Happy's car.

"Oh goody, rest secured." You muttered and she laughed. Your arms looped around May's neck, hugging her tight. "I'm so glad to have you back. Message me when you get home." You told her and Happy a quick goodnight before letting her go.

Peter led you over to his car, unlocking the car and opening the passenger side for you. You settled comfortably in the front seat, leaning your head back against the headrest. You didn't like how it felt as if you couldn't take care of yourself, but you were in no position to complain when Peter Parker had yet again saved the day.

--

Peter glanced over at you in the passenger seat from time to time as he drove the distance to your apartment. He tried to keep the glances quick to keep you from noticing. You were just as beautiful as he remembered. It had been years since he had actually seen you, but you seemed like the Y/n he still remembered. Not that it was anything bad. He adored you then, and now a bit more.

He had always had the hots for you for as long as you remembered. Of course, you never minded when you ended up staying with him and Aunt May. You were always kind to Peter and he did his best to nurse you back to health to take on the hangover that awaited you the next morning.

He had never forgotten what you said to him one day while you were sick from the night before. You had been clinging onto the toilet and he had taken the opportunity to hold your hair back out of your face to keep from getting anything in it.

You sighed as he rubbed your back in soothing circles. You leaned against the toilet miserably. That was the day you learned to stay away from tequila.

"I hope I meet a guy at least half as amazing as you someday, Peter."

No doubt did the compliment find its way to his cheeks. He blushed a deep shade of red. He tried to restrain himself from making a big deal but it was a big deal to him. Though he knew he didn't stand a chance right now with his age, it meant if he had been of age, he had a chance. He thought about it even when you had stopped coming around so much. He knew this was all a coping method for you. You were hurting then and he could tell by the way you seemed toward the guy back there that there was more to that counter.

He noticed your shiver as you stared out the window. You mentally cursed yourself for wearing something this revealing. You rubbed your arms to try to warm yourself a little. Peter reached behind him in the back seat to retrieve a hoodie of his he always forgot in the car and handing it to you.

"Here." He offered before fumbling with the heat in the car. He smiled at your quiet thank you, putting your arms in the hoodie and pulling it close for warmth with putting it all the way on. He tried to control the big grin threatening to break across his face.

"I'm sorry you had to keep seeing me like this." You looked over at Peter as he kept his eyes on the road. He didn't realize how thankful you were for him in times like this. It was embarrassing how many times this had happened but you were still thankful Peter didn't think any less of you.

"You really don’t have to apologize.” He smiled at her before turning his attention back to the road.

“I really do though. I feel like you’ve taken care of me enough. I’m grown, you know? It should be the other way around.” You giggled and Peter glanced over at you.

“I’m 21.” He reminded you.

“And I’m pushing 30.”

“You’re 28. You’re still young.” He chuckled.

“Almost 29!” You huffed as he pulled into the parking lot to your apartment. “My point is- you know what my point is.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at your frustration. Your age didn’t matter to him. He could always settle for his MJ, his best friend, but seeing you tonight relit the flame to his crush for you. There was just something about you.

He parked the car in the parking lot, walking around to your side to open the door for you. You slid your arms out of his hoodie and leaving it in the seat as he helped you out of the car. You could feel the shots hitting you all at once when you stood. You stumbled out in your heels, grabbing onto Peter’s arms for support.

“Easy now.” He held onto your waist as he guided you to your apartment, asking for your keys. He took your keys when you dug them out of your pocket, letting you in your apartment.

You couldn’t help but notice all the little things he did for you. You kicked off your heels at the door, stumbling over your own two feet again as you wandered down the hallway to your bedroom. You could hear Peter in the kitchen getting you a bottle of water from the fridge along with some medicine from the medicine cabinet.

You sat on the bed when you hear his footsteps coming down the hallway toward the bedroom. You looked up at him, pouting your bottom lip out slightly when you saw him with a bottle of water and medicine for the headache to come.

He set them down on your nightstand, noticing your pout. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Peter, you’re seriously too good to me.” You sighed.

“How’s that?” He looked down at you as he towered over you.

You motioned over to the stuff he had placed on your nightstand and frowning. “All of this. You- you really didn’t have to do this for me.”

“You’re right I don’t. But I want to. I would want it done for me if I were ever in your shoes.”

You laughed slightly at the thought of Peter drunk and you smiled to yourself. “I would definitely be there anytime you needed me.”

You thought back to all the time you had ever been drunk, remembering all the time you woke up to water and medicine from him. Only from him. Even a trash can in case you were to ever get sick, but you never got that with Chris. You always took care of him, but no one ever took care of you. You shook your head with a frown. You had tried so hard to hold it together, but it felt like you were slowly falling apart. He wasn't worth your tears, yet he was always the cause of them.

He kneeled down in front of you, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “Talk to me. Everything okay?”

You couldn’t stop the words from coming out. “Why am I never enough?”

His eyes widened at your words. “You are more than enough and anyone who doesn’t see that, who doesn’t appreciate you and the things you do for them doesn’t deserve you.” He corrected you, his thumb stroked over your jaw as he held your face to keep your attention.

You didn't know what to say. All you could do was stare. Your eyes scanned over his face before stopping at his lips. Don't. Don't you do it. You mentally told yourself. You couldn't control the effect the alcohol had on your mind and your actions. You tried to fight back the urge but the alcohol only pushed down the buriers you had built.

Your lips smashed against his firmly, catching him by surprise. He was frozen about your lips for a first, in shock, this was actually happening but he surely gave in the kiss. Your hands grabbed at the back of his neck and pulling him onto the bed with you without breaking the hungry desperate kiss. His body hovered over yours as your fingers curled against his shirt, gripping on it. You knew it was wrong. It was so wrong, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop.

Your smaller hands slid underneath his shirt, brushing your hands over his defined abs. He was sculpted by a God. He knew he should stop, but he couldn't find it in him to stop. He didn't want to miss his chance to prove himself to you. He wanted to take care of you.

Your lips parted for air even though you left like you could hardly catch your breath when his lips started to kiss down your neck. Your hands tugged on his shirt until you started to pull it up and over your head.

His hands pushed your tight dress up the curves of your body, tossing it beside the bed once he peeled it from your body. Your lips still tingled from the loss of his and you whined quietly, your hand grasped the curls at the nape of his neck to bring his lips back to yours.

He kissed your lips passionately and letting your lips mold together. He could taste the alcohol on your tongue but it didn't bother him any. He had dreamed of this moment since he was a teen. Your fingers worked desperately to undo his jeans, feeling his bulge already through his pants before your hands pushed his pants off of his hips along with your boxers.

You were so desperate. You couldn't stop the whine that escaped against his lips. "Peter, please..." His cock twitched at the sound of his name falling from your lips.

He dragged your panties down your legs swiftly, placing himself back between them when he spread them open again. He peppered light kisses to your lips as he dragged the tip of precum-coated tip through your folds, not wasting any time to give you what you wanted.

You cried out as you clung to Peter's bareback, feeling his cock stretching you in all the ways you craved. You moaned out, letting him swallow them in a kiss as his hips rolled into yours again and again. He sighed in pleasure against your lips as your walls invited him in. You were even better than he could have imagined.

He couldn't believe this was actually happening. His lips covered your body in his kisses, admiring every part of your body as it sang for him. This was nothing like what you used to. He pressed small kisses against your bottom lip, nibbling on it as your core ached with a building climax. Your legs wrapped around his hips, causing you to gasp at the deeper strokes.

Your head fell back against the pillows, a loud moan drawing from your parted lips. Your fingers held onto Peter's hair as he hit that spot over and over, making your eyes roll slightly. You needed so badly for him to stop, but you couldn't bring the words to the surface.

"Oh my god..." Your core tightened with every deep thrust. His cock touched parts of you no guy had ever. You had never felt a climax so fast or so strong. "Please don't stop..." You couldn't fight the words from coming out. Your grip tightened on his dark hair, feeling yourself falling apart with an orgasm with every thrust.

"You're so pretty when you cum." He couldn't stop even if he wanted to. He was not far behind you by the way your walls sucked him in, milking him for all he was worth.

"Do it again. I want to make you cum again." He groaned against your chest as his tongue dragged over your hardened nipple, flicking his tongue against it teasingly before letting out a groan against your warm skin. He didn't want it to stop. He didn't want it to end. "You feel so good, Y/n..."

His hand reached between the two of you, rolling his fingers over your clit in circles. You gripped onto his wrist at the overpowering feeling. You were soaked to the core. This man made you crumble.

"I-I'm gonna cum.." His voice cracked slightly as your walls clenched around him tight In your second orgasm, pushing him over the edge into his first. His cum filled you full, marking you as he pressed delicate kisses across your neck while praising you in the process. "So beautiful, so perfect."

Your eyes were heavy with exhaustion, smiling to yourself when Peter laid down on the bed behind you. He wrapped an arm around your body, pulling you back against his chest.

It only took a matter of seconds for sleep to claim you as Peter pulled a blanket over the both of you tiredly. It was only a matter of time before the morning came to rain on your parade. Bringing along the guilt and regret that followed.