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let-it-raines · 6 years ago

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Okay, this may sound silly, but I've always thought it would be fun to write a fic where Killian kinda playfully in retaliation for all the times Emma has cuffed him, goes back to one of those places and uses her handcuffs on her in return. (I thought about writing a canon divergent where he goes with her back to NYC to get stuff she and Henry left, and they go to the same park bench where she cuffed him for police and he cuffs her. ;) They'd go after dark so if things got frisky in public, well

(…ran out of room!) well, he’d have planned ahead for that! ;) Or, she’s hurt fighting some baddie or something and ends up in the hospital, so he cuffs her to the bed (as she did him in s2!) to make her stay long enough to relax and heal. (Of course they could still get up to mischief…) I’ve read more modern au from you than canon divergent, so may not be your thing but since you’re taking prompts, thought I’d throw it out. I’ve never been sure enough of my smut skills to try it myself

I have had this written for a week, and I just found it when trying to find another document. So sorry about that :D I hope this is what you were looking for @snowbellewells! I think it pretty much is, but I’m just going to go hide in a corner lol.

“Swan, you have to go get all of your belongings. It’s been months.”

“I can buy new belongings. Those are…tainted.”

“How are they tainted, love? They’re from your year with Henry. I’m sure a lot of love went into those.”

She sighs, sitting down on the bed and putting her face in her palms, and she feels the bed dip down as Killian sits beside her, his scent invading her as his hand running up and down her back in small circles. Her parents are talking downstairs, something about if Neal’s (God, why in the hell did they name him Neal?) bathroom habits are normal. She loves them. She really does, but living with her parents is getting old. That’s why she needs to go back to New York. Her things are there, her clothes, her furniture, her memories, both fake and real, of Henry. If she ever wants her own place, she needs things to fill it with. She just doesn’t want to go because as happy of a time as that was, it wasn’t all real. She didn’t keep Henry when he was born and raise him, and as thankful as she is that Killian came to save her so that she could be reunited with her family (and with him), she wishes she didn’t have all of these conflicting memories.

And then there’s the fact that she almost married a damn evil monkey. Like, what the hell? How could she have been so blind to all of that? Maybe she wasn’t. Maybe that’s why she didn’t say yes to his proposal. Deep down she must have known that, well, that there was a man in the life she didn’t remember, a man who she may have…had strong feelings for.

Killian had said a man who she loved, and while sometimes she thinks those words when it comes to him, she can’t…she can’t say them out loud. She can’t even really think them. How is she so screwed up that she can’t even think the words? He loves her, and the thought of that causes a shiver to run down her spine where his fingers her touching her, her body slightly shaking at the thought. He loves her, and that scares her. It’s not that she’s scared to be loved, though she was for a long time. It’s that he loves her so truly and so deeply, and what if she can’t return the same level of his affection? What if he gets tired of her not loving him in the same way that he loves her?

She knows that’s ridiculous. He’s loved her for over a year, a part of that time thinking he’d never see her again, and his feelings didn’t waver. His feelings didn’t waver then, and they didn’t waver when she treated him like shit. If that’s not terrifying, she doesn’t know what is.

So she likes him, really likes him, and while New York causes conflicting feelings for her, she’s excited about the prospect of the two of them getting away for a weekend. It’s been difficult for them to be together, even in these weeks of relative peace, with her parents downstairs and Henry often sharing the top floor of the loft with her. Sometimes she’ll get a chance to sneak away to his room at Granny’s, sneaking out of the loft so that she doesn’t have to deal with her dad’s obnoxious disapproving look, and those nights are incredible, the sounds of the old mattress at the bed and breakfast creaking as they move on top of it, the sounds of moans and grunts mixing with skin sliding together and laughter echoing throughout the small bedroom.

But there are people sleeping next door, people who often give her disapproving looks, similar to the ones her dad gives, the next morning when they’re eating breakfast at the diner, and she wants time with just she and Killian and no one judging them. She’s an adult woman. Shouldn’t she be able to spend time with her boyfriend without interruptions? Without disapproval?

Why the hell is she being stubborn when she keeps thinking about all of the reasons to go? Don’t the good outweigh the bad?

“They’re just…” she groans sitting up and resting her head on his shoulder, his arm further wrapping around her and pulling her a little closer to him, “…it’s complicated. But we’re going to go and get the things I want to keep. I’ve just got to do it. Maybe we can even go on a date or something.”

“Oh, love, I think a date would be wonderful. I’ve even got a surprise for you when we get there.”

“A surprise?”

She looks up to him to see him raising an eyebrow, the black brow high on his forehead causing his skin to wrinkle the slightest bit and the one eye that’s widened become incredibly blue. His lips are closed in a smirk, the left side raising with his brow, and whatever this surprise is sounds both intriguing…and terrifying.

But in a good way.

They take her dad’s truck for the drive, her bug not big enough to cart around all of the things they’re bringing back, even with the Uhaul, and this long drive is much more comfortable than the first one they shared when they traveled the same distance but in the opposite direction. She guesses that things with them are a bit opposite now, too.

The radio doesn’t work, so Killian entertains her with tales of the sea. She doesn’t fail to notice that most of them seem pretty tame, and not a single one is from the missing year. She’s heard enough of those to know that it was incredibly difficult for him, heartbreaking he’d said once under the influence of alcohol and under the cover of the darkness, and so if he wants to keep to lighter tales of mishaps on the Jolly and non-violent thieveries of other ships, she won’t complain. In return, he asks to know a little more about her, about things he doesn’t know yet, things she hasn’t shared.

“What do you want to know?”

She glances over to see him running his thumb across his bottom lip, the rings on his fingers glistening in the sunlight piercing through the window, and that’s not distracting at all when her attention is supposed to be on the road. It seems like forever before he finally responds, and she blushes at his answer…or his question really.

“How old were you for your first kiss?”

“What?” she laughs, glancing over at him again quickly before turning her eyes back to the road, heat still flaming in her cheeks even at the innocent question. “Why would you want to know that?”

“It seems like a popular question to ask when dating someone.”

“What did you do? Google questions to ask on a first date?”

“Google?” he inquires, his voice raising in pitch. “What the bloody hell is google?”

She knows that he can’t help it, that he wasn’t raised in modern times so modern terminology is still baffling to him, but she giggles a bit anyways. He huffs in frustration, and she releases the steering wheel to reach over and grab his hook, holding onto the cool metal and bringing it to rest over her thigh.

“Google is when you look things up on the internet. On the computer. You can look up…research whatever you want, find out almost any information.”

“So like a library inside of the computer?”

She smiles. “Yeah, exactly.”

“Huh,” he contemplates, scratching at his chin, and he’s brilliant. People don’t realize it, but he’s utterly brilliant. If her time in the Enchanted Forrest taught her anything, adapting to a new world with new (and old) technologies is no small feat, and he’s done it with barely any help time and time again. You don’t live for as long as he has without being a cunning, intelligent being. “Well, I’d like you to teach me how to do that when we get home, aye? But I didn’t google that. I read it in a book actually.”“What kind of book?”

“I think one meant for people Henry’s age, but I thought it would keep the conversation light. I can tell you first, if you’d wish.”

“Sure. Tell me about your first kiss, Killian.”

“Well, I am a dashing rapscallion and have always been devilishly handsome, so it should come as no surprise that I was young.”

Cocky bastard.

“How young, babe?”

Oh shit. The endearment just slipped from her mouth. She’s never called him anything but Hook or Killian before. She knows that he uses every endearment in the book for her, but would he like being called by a pet name? Where did that even come from? How long has she wanted to call him that?

“Well, I was certainly not a babe. I was fourteen. Liam and I had just gotten to spend a day on land when the ship we were currently…residing on was docked. I met a lass, though, I don’t remember her name, and she kissed me while Liam was buying us some food.” He bends toward her without her realizing it, his breath hot against the shell of her ear, and there’s that damn shiver again. “You can call me babe whenever you want, love. Don’t refrain from saying it on my account. It’s…alluring.”

He pulls away from her like he didn’t just turn her on in the middle of a hellishly long drive, and he’s going to be the death of her. He really is.

“So how old were you, Swan?”

The sun has set by the time they get into Manhattan, and after finding parking near her apartment and switching out Killian’s hook for his prosthetic hand, they make their way to find something to eat, her stomach grumbling in protest of its emptiness. Killian offers to take her somewhere nice, but neither of them are really and truly dressed for it. And as wonderful as going somewhere all dressed up sounds, she kind of likes the idea of just running in somewhere and grabbing a bite before walking around New York with Killian and chatting some more, telling happy stories from their lives even if they’re all a bit tinged in sadness. It’s nice to be able to walk around somewhere, sightseeing and people watching without them actually being the people who are being watched by the residents of Storybrooke.

She’s the one who lived here for a year, but Killian is the one who leads their walk, the two of them occasionally passing his flask between them when they can get away with it. She wonders how he knows his way around, but he did wander around Manhattan until he found her, didn’t he? Maybe one day she’ll ask how exactly he found her, but she doesn’t really want to reminisce tonight, not when she’s got so much ahead of her.

Suddenly Killian stops, tightening his grip on her hand, his fingers twitching, and turning her to face him, a mischievous smirk gracing his lips. “Close your eyes, Swan.”

“What?” she giggles, the rum from Killian’s flask hitting her a little more than she thought it would. “Why would I close my eyes? Does this have to do with that surprise you were talking about?”

“Aye, now close your eyes, love.”

She listens even having no idea what’s going to happen next, but she trusts him. She trusts him, and she’s sure that this plan can’t be nefarious, not with Killian. Everything is black as he guides her to wherever they’re going, his hand and prosthetic placed on her shoulders to guide her, and after what feels like several minutes of blindness, she’s guided to sit down, the cold wood of what must be a bench seeping through her jeans.

“Keep them closed for just a minute more, love.”

She does, he she smiles when he takes her left hand, pressing kisses against each of the individual knuckles like the gentleman he is…and that’s when she feels the cold of metal and the familiar sound of handcuffs closing together, locking into place with an audible clink.

Her eyes shoot open immediately, her vision taking a moment to adjust to the blackness that still surrounds her from the inkiness of the night, and even through her blurring vision and the lack of light, she sees Killian standing before her with his arms crossed and the cockiest smile she’s ever seen formed on his lips.

“What the fuck, Killian?” she gasps as she tries to loosen the cuffs, the metal cutting into the skin of her wrist. Yep. This thing is secure, and she cannot believe this is happening. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined tonight turning out like this.

Though, she has had some wild dreams vaguely similar to this.

“Do you know where we are, Swan?”

Her eyes dart around, her vision fully returned to normal while her heart beats erratically in her chest, and it takes her less than a minute to realize where they are. She handcuffed him to this very same bench when she didn’t remember him and thought he was some kind of lunatic, and it looks like some kind of payback is in order…but why would he want payback? What would he even do to get payback? It’s not like she’s an enemy of his who he wants vengeance from. And he’s not exactly into the whole vengeance thing anymore. So what? Is he here to torture her? That doesn’t make any sense. He’s enamored by her. He wouldn’t torture her.

And that’s where she’s wrong.

The smirk never leaves his face, and he takes a step forward, squatting down in front of her and running his hand and prosthetic up her thighs, his hand stopping right at the top and rubbing against her skin, inching closer and closer to her core, and when did she stop breathing? Because she’s most definitely not breathing right now.

“Killian,” she whispers, and his eyes have never fallen away from hers, his contact unwavering while his left arm moves up her side and rests just below her breasts and his hand continues to tease at her leg, causing a coil to tense in her belly and flush to rise in her cheeks, invisible under the darkness of the sky.

“Killian,” she whispers again, her voice a little louder this time as he moves up her body, his hand sneaking under the hem of her sweater, his hot skin mixing in with the cold of the air, and moving higher and higher until he’s touching her breast through her bra, her nipple already hardening as his ringed thumb runs over the cotton cup. “Whatever it is you’re doing…you can’t – you can’t do it in public.”

“There’s no one around,” he breathes against her lips, his so close that she can almost touch them. She can almost kiss him. She wants to kiss him.

“It’s New York. Someone’s always around. The city that never sleeps and all that.”

He moves away from her and turns side to side, checking their surroundings, and when he looks back to her, he leers while he palms her breast, his rough hand kneading her soft flesh. “Not right now. But don’t worry, Swan. I’m only doing this to tell you a little story. And yes, this is my surprise for the night.”

He presses a kiss against her jaw, much more tender than she would expect, before beginning his tale. “I came back to save you, and while I didn’t want to be the one to put all of that pressure back on your shoulders, all of that heartache, I knew that I had to. And it wasn’t for me or for my feelings for you. It was for your parents. For Henry. For you. You might not have wanted to remember your past, but you deserve to live in the truth, love. You don’t deserve to live a lie.”

When she drank that memory potion, it was like waking up from a really good dream only to have everything she knew crash down around her, but she doesn’t regret it. It wasn’t her life. This is her life…being handcuffed to a bench by her boyfriend, Captain Hook. It sounds like some kind of manic dream, but it’s not. It’s real. This is real.

“Why are you handcuffing me, though?”

He intensifies his smirk, lips curling further up, before tapping at breast with his forefinger. “Ah, ah, ah, love. We’re not there yet in the story…So you hated me for awhile – ”

“I didn’t hate you.”

His smirk turns into a soft smile. “You did, love, but that’s okay. Look where we are now.” She raises her eyebrow, and he chuckles. “Okay, maybe not right at this moment, but in general. You’re happy with your life. You’re happy with me, I presume?”

She smiles, something akin to joy rushing through her veins. “I am.”

His soft smile turns brighter, his eyes crinkling in amusement. “And so I thought that we could have a little fun. And while I don’t believe in my revenge anymore, I do believe that some people deserve a taste of their own medicine.”

“And I’m one of those people?”

“That you are, love.”

“So what’s my payback?”

“When I came back her to save you, I tried to kiss you to make you remember, and you refused me.”

“Killian – ” He’d tried a true love’s kiss, and it didn’t work. They don’t work when someone’s memory is altered. Would it had worked had her memory not been altered? Are they…are they true love? Does she get to have a true love other than Henry? Is that possible for someone like her?

“Think nothing of it, love.” He looks pained when he says it, but he soldiers on like he always does. “You didn’t know me, which was exactly the problem. I knew you, but you weren’t you. I couldn’t have you. I couldn’t speak to you like I normally would, and I couldn’t touch you. That’s your payback. To be tied up in bed…in the good way.”

She gulps, desire rushing straight to her core at his plan, and this is a surprise she can get on board with. If all of her paybacks were like what she’s imagining, she would do more things that caused her to deserve it. That’s probably not normal, but Killian has lowered his voice, his words coming out in a smooth, dulcet tone that he often uses when whispering dirty little nothings in her ear, whether that be during sex or when they’re sitting in a booth at Granny’s. It’s intoxicating, and she wants more.

She reaches up with her free hand to grab the collar of his coat, pulling him into her so that she can press her lips against his, sliding their mouths together but not pushing it any further than that, thrusting him back with eyes blown wide and parted lips searching for air.

“You forget,” she breathes against his lips, resting her forehead against his and gripping onto his lapel a little bit harder, “I have a free hand.” She caresses his face just to prove a point, and she sees his eyes flutter closed, eyelashes hitting his cheek. “I can still touch you.”

“Aye, but you won’t be able to when we get back to the apartment.”

Holy fuck.

He let her touch him as they were making out when they first got back to the apartment, stumbling across the hall, running into the furniture they have to pack up, shedding clothes while their lips hungrily slanted over each other. He didn’t even give her a chance to look around, to feel the memories of this place, and through her haze of lust she realizes that must have been his plan all along, the sneaky bastard. He’s disguising whatever this payback is to keep her tainted memories away, only replaced with good ones, and he seems to do a lot of that. He’s always helping her, even when she doesn’t realize it, and her heart pounds in her chest and something catches in her throat just thinking about it, about how kind he is.

But that kind man has also got her sitting in bed with nothing on but a pair of handcuffs…her handcuffs to be exact. She didn’t realize that until now, the lightness of the room making them visible unlike the darkness of the park outside. How the hell did he manage to swipe these off of her?

“Roll over, sweetheart.”

He’s been working his lips up and down her body, spending an extraordinary amount of time lavishing at her breasts with his tongue, lapping her up and swirling the tip of it against her tits, bringing them to hard peaks with his tongue and his hand, his stump running up and down her side, the jagged edges of it sending shockwaves through her. She didn’t realize how much she needed to touch him until she couldn’t. Sure, she’s got her legs and a bit of movement in her hands, but she can’t roam the lines of his body with her hands, with her fingers. She can’t grab onto his hair and direct his ministrations. She just can’t, and it’s killing her.

It doesn’t help that she’s absolutely soaked, and while he’s working her up, he’s not working her up in all of the right places. Just, like, right…adjacent.

“Roll over, love,” he repeats, his voice a bit more demanding than she expected.

She kind of likes it even if this isn’t their usual way of going about things.

She likes it, so she complies, rolling over on her stomach and lifting her arms above her head so that they rest near the headboard. She knows that’s what he wants with this whole thing, and even though it’s a little difficult to think straight with all of the absolutely indecent thoughts running through her mind, she knows that the faster she complies, the faster they get this thing on the road.

She feels him kiss down her spine while his hand and stump hold onto her hips, roaming a bit closer to her ass, and with every kiss, his scruff rubs against her skin, the harsh hairs of it sending a prickling sensation right to her core, her entire body shivering in anticipation. It’s a lot of sensations all at once, and she needs him to pick one. She reallydoes because she might just combust right here and turn into a million little Emma pieces.

“Your skin is like silk,” he murmurs at the base of her spine, his hand palming her ass, and she moans at the sound of his voice when he speaks and the way that the hot air hits her skin. “I’ve never felt anything like it, and I can’t quite believe that it’s mine to touch.”

She shudders at his words, especially as his lips move to kiss her ass, and she twists her neck to look at him as much as she can, only seeing a bit of his dark hair and his arms holding her thighs up, her ass high in the air. To her disappointment, she can’t really see him, but she can feel him moving down her body and hear his groans as his knees hit the hardwood floor. He’s so close to where she wants him, and the anticipation runs through her like nothing else has ever done before, especially when he uses the strength of his arms to lift her ass higher in the air and then breathe against her glistening folds.

Just…damn. Her entire body practically pulses in pleasure, in desire.

He’s almost there. So, so close, and she can practically already feel the vibrations of his tongue touching her, but then he pulls back so suddenly that she thinks she might have whiplash, her head spinning and her body groaning in protest.

“This is okay right, Emma?” he questions. Gone is the confident Captain who always takes charge, and out of his shadows appears the gentle man who cares for her and comforts her at all times, no matter what he’s feeling.

She smiles, her entire face softening at finally getting to see his blue eyes again and his soft, kiss swollen lips. She nods her head, a smile breaking out onto her own face, and they must make quite the sight. “Killian, if I wasn’t okay with this, I’d have stopped it long ago.”

“You sure, love?”

“I’m sure.”

Those are apparently the only words that he needs because without hesitation he’s back between her thighs, his tongue assaulting her dripping folds with such ferocity that it’s almost like he’s not the same sweet, caring man he was a moment ago. Of course, not all men do this, so even with its filthiness (such sweet, sweet filthiness), this a damn sweet, caring man. God, he’s good at this, the way he flattens his tongue to eat at her only to curl it inside of her entrance, quick little flicks of it to tease her, bringing her higher and higher only for everything to come crashing down around her. This entire night has been like one big tease, the pressure in her stomach building so much that it’s painful, and even if she can push her hips into his face, she can’t really do anything to hurry this along, simply having to lay there and go along for the ride as the onslaught of his tongue and lips continues.

“Killian,” she moans as he thrusts into her entrance, her walls fluttering the slightest bit around his tongue, “please.”

“Please what, love?” he speaks against her folds, his lips gently touching her swollen flesh, and even that sends shocks through her.

“Please let me come. Please do something. This is…this is…”

“Payback?” he suggests, a dark chuckle escaping his lips while his hand leaves her ass and moves around to rest at her stomach, his fingers inching closer and closer to her bundle of nerves, all of her senses heightened so that she can feel every place where Killian is touching her body.

It isn’t enough.

It’s torture.

“Yes,” she gasps, and that’s when his fingers find her clit, rubbing roughly as soon as the calloused pads of his thumb make contact, and there’s some many differing sensations happening that her mind starts to go numb. His thumb is rough against her nerves, pushing hard and tightening the coil in her stomach, but the rings on his fingers are cool against her flesh, making her shiver under his touch as his hot mouth starts eating at her again, his scruff rubbing into her skin with each movement. It’s too much. It’s all too much, and before she knows it the coil unwinds and her entire body turns into a quivering mess, her legs slipping from their position and falling to the mattress only to be held up by Killian’s mouth as he continues to work her through her orgasm, lapping up her juices while she’s just absolutely…boneless, her body twitching in the aftershocks.

She thinks she hears Killian mutter delicious. He’s going to kill her, and she’d let him without question.

There’s the sound of a zipper coming undone, and that’s when she comes back to herself, twisting her body over onto her back so that she can look at him, a dopey smile on her face while she brings her arms down to rest on her stomach, the cool metal of the handcuffs shocking compared to how warm she is all over.

“You ready to set sail there, Captain?”

He laughs before shucking his pants, his cock bobbing up against his stomach, and it shouldn’t be surprising that she can laugh during such intimate moments with him…but it kind of is. She wonders when she’ll get used to this feeling of happiness, of trust.

“Why, love?” He starts stroking his cock, his fingers moving up and down the velvety length. “You like my vessel?”

Her face scrunches in amusement (and cringes a little at his return of the bad pun), her eyes closing and her stomach moving with laughter, and she doesn’t realize that Killian is leaning over her lips until he presses a kiss against them, the taste of herself all over his scruff and his tongue. She moans into the kiss, and he does the same, the vibrations of them mixing together. Right before he pulls back, she can feel his smile.

“Well, it is quite the vessel you captain there, Jones. I hear you’re a hell of a captain, too.”

He laughs before quickly pressing another kiss against her lips, this one much more innocent than it has any right to be. “You’re a marvel, darling. Truly.”

When he slides into her a few minutes later, his length filling her in the way that she’s grown used to in the past few weeks, she can’t help but smile even as she gasps at his slow, shallow thrusts, hitting her clit with every movement and every swivel of his hips. He gets into a good rhythm, his hips doing most of the movement, but then he nudges her legs further apart so that he can settle himself more fully into her, sheathing himself to the hilt. And when he does, he rests his fully body weight over her chest, the coarse hair there rubbing against her nipples while his hand holds her arms far above her head to stretch her entire body, the handcuffs still intact, and he kisses her nearly the entire time, the slow slide of his tongue matching up with the slow slides of his length in and out of her.

“You’re so perfect for me, love,” he growls into her ear, dipping his tongue inside, and she’d give anything to touch him right now. To hold onto his shoulders, her nails leaving crescent moons in his skin, marking it with scars that’ll leave pleasant, pleasurable memories. “Like a perfect fit that I never want to leave.”

“Don’t,” she practically sobs, and the words mean more than just sex, and the way that Killian pulls back to gaze in her eyes makes her realize that he knows it too. “Don’t leave.”

“Never,” he promises, devouring her mouth while his hips piston into hers, hitting her so hard and so passionately that she doesn’t think she’ll be able to walk tomorrow. “You feel too good, too tight, to bloody wonderful. You’rebloody wonderful.”

She wants to say something back, to say something as seductive and yet kind to him, but everything gets caught in her throat and comes out as a moan while he drives himself into her, his thrusts slowing even more, long drags in and out of her that make her breath hitch with every single pump of his length. All she can do is mutter little half words, mixtures of his name and cries of pleasure while he works inside of her, her muscles contracting around him while his weight continues to push her into the mattress. Fuck, this is good, and if it could go on forever, she’d let it. She’d let Killian push her higher and higher until she does actually combust into a million little pieces of Emma.

A bead of his sweat falls onto her eyebrow, the salty water dropping down past her lashes when he leans down and presses his lips there, capturing his sweat and a bit of hers before kissing her eyelid, his hips swirling and causing him to hit spots inside of her that make her vision blur and her body convulse while his lips move up and down her neck, trailing hot, wet kisses on her over heated skin.

She’s never made love to someone before, but that’s what this feels like. He’s got her handcuffed and was doing absolutely filthy things to her earlier, but as her walls flutter around him, her heart flutters in her chest, doing something that she doesn’t think she’s ever felt before, not like this. It would scare her…it should scare her, but she’s not scared. Not tonight. Tonight she’s going to let Killian make love to her, and she’s going to return all of his affections in equal measure.

When she falls, it’s in more ways than one, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world, their bodies coming together while her heart tries to catch up through its erratic beating in her chest, finally calming when Killian slants his lips over hers right before he falls, too.

“So how exactly are the two of us supposed to move this couch down all of these stairs with just us? Two people and three hands don’t exactly make for the best movers. Though I do work pretty well with one hand, as you and you only know.”

Blush rises on her face at his lewd suggestion, and she turns back to the kitchen cabinets to hide it while he moves his eyebrows across his forehead. It’s Saturday morning, and she’s blessedly sore in all of the right places, beard burn all of her body and only the slightest bit of red marks around her wrists from the handcuffs. They did actually come to New York for a reason, and whether she and Killian like it or not, it wasn’t simply to be able to fuck each other into the mattress and into oblivion with no one around…though she does hope that her elderly neighbor wasn’t wearing her hearing aids last night.

“Maybe I should just buy a new couch?” she suggests, not really meaning it, just feeling particularly lazy at the daunting task of moving her stuff. She and Henry somehow amassed more in a year than she has in the entirety of her life. “We only have so much room in the truck and in the Uhaul, and I never liked it that much anyways. It looks nice, but it’s kind of stiff.”

“Is it?” Killian questions, cocking his head to the side and studying it before he goes to sit down on the leather, bouncing up and down as he tests it out, his face schooled in concentration. “C’mere, love. I think you need to try it again. I don’t want you throwing out perfectly good furniture.”

She sighs before putting down the box of kitchen wares that she was packing up, knowing that she’s never going to use them, especially since she doesn’t even have her own place yet. God, how does she not have her own place yet?

“I sat on that couch for a year. I know what it feels like.”

“Swan, just come here.”

She listens, but she grumbles about it, walking over to the couch and going to sit down only for Killian to grab onto her ass and pull her onto his lap, her bottom hitting the firmness of his thighs with only the slightest bit of shock.

“I’m pretty sure this isn’t the couch, babe.”

He quirks his eyebrow before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. She’s only a little bothered that she let the endearment slip from her lips again. With time, it’ll come naturally, without hesitation.

“No,” he whispers, kissing her cheek before moving along to her jaw, nibbling at the skin there, “but I thought I’d show you what wonderful things can be done on this couch to encourage you to keep it.”

“You know this is going in the living room of my non-existent apartment, right? And Henry will use it…because he lives with me. And these things can’t happen with him around.”

“Aye, but only part of the time. It’s a pity this isn’t like that blasted park bench. I can’t handcuff you to it.”

A thought she had last night comes to her, one she pushed down in the heat of the moment, and she pulls back from him so that he can’t distract her with his lips and the way he smells like her vanilla body wash because he forgot to bring his. “How’d you even get my handcuffs anyways?”

He smirks, that cocky grin back on his face, and he is a man of many talents, obviously, his expressive emotions one of them. His thievery another. “A good pirate never tells his secrets, especially when he finds some good booty.”

He smacks the side of her ass he can reach from the way she’s sitting on his lap, and she stifles her laugh at the side of his neck, pressing several long, wet kisses there, biting at his skin as she gives him a bit of payback of his own.

Yeah, she’s keeping the couch…if they ever get around to packing.

#cs prompt #cs fic #captain swan #cs smut #canon divergent

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obscurior-blog · 8 years ago

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it doesn’t matter if i’m not enough

To celebrate the release of Lana’s new single, “Love” I put together a playlist of two songs from each of her albums. My favourite lyric/part from each song is in bold.

Lana Del Ray a.k.a. Lizzy Grant

Kill Kill

Bound up the stairs I'm in the shower Do you know I am going to leave you? Do you know I am going To leave you? I'm in love with a dying man I'm in love with a dying man All our love's flying in the sand I'm in love with a dying man I'm in love with a dying man I have done everything I can Tell me about Ray and his girl Do I know, Ray is going to meet you? Love you, I do Stay here, I won't As stars fade from your eyes I'm in love with a dying man I'm in love with a dying man All our love flying in the sand I'm in love with a dying man I'm in love with a dying man I have done everything I can [2x] One, two Make it fun Don't trust Anyone I'm in love with a dying man I'm in love with a dying man I have done everything I can I'm in love with a dying man I'm in love with a dying man I have done everything I can... One, two Make it fun Don't trust Anyone One, two Make it fun, Make it fun, Make it fun.

Note: The image is fan-made. Source: A.K.A Lizzy Grant.

Jump

Palm trees in black and white Last thing I saw before I died Palm trees in black and white Was the last thing I saw before I died Right line, right man Right mixture of cocaine and heroin Do you wanna jump, jump, jump? Do you wanna jump, jump, jump? Do you wanna jump, jump, jump? Do you, do you wanna? Hair thin and in the wind Cadillac convertible with him Hot shot at two A.M. You got that grin of a very old man Do you wanna jump, jump, jump? Do you wanna jump, jump, jump? Do you wanna jump, jump, jump? Do you, do you wanna? Palm trees in black and white You are a junkie on your window smiling wide Palm trees in black and white Lean forward and you close your eyes Last fight, fuck them Last words before you went under again Do you wanna jump, jump, jump? Do you wanna jump, jump, jump? Do you wanna jump, jump, jump? Do you, do you, do you wanna? Just do what you love, just do what you can Just do what you love, just do what you can Just do what you love, do it better than Just do what you love, do it better than Do you wanna? Do you wanna? Jump

Note: The image is fan-made. Source: A.K.A Lizzy Grant.

Born To Die

Million Dollar Man

You said I was the most exotic flower Holding me tight in our final hour I don't know how you convince them and get them, but I don't know what you do, it's unbelievable And I don't know how you get over, get over Someone as dangerous, tainted and flawed as you One for the money, and two for the show I love you honey, I'm ready, I'm ready to go How did you get that way? I don't know You're screwed up and brilliant, Look like a million dollar man, So why is my heart broke? You got the world but baby at what price? Something so strange, hard to define It isn't that hard boy to like you or love you I'd follow you down down down, You're unbelievable If you're going crazy just grab me and take me I'd follow you down down down, anywhere anywhere One for the money, two for the show I love you honey, I'm ready, I'm ready to go How did you get that way? I don't know You're screwed up and brilliant, Look like a million dollar man, So why is my heart broke? One for the money, two for the show I love you honey, I'm ready, I'm ready to go How did you get that way? I don't know You're screwed up and brilliant, Look like a million dollar man, So why is my heart broke? I don't know, You're screwed up and brilliant, Look like a million dollar man, So why is my heart broke?

Note: The gif was made by gossipguyxoxo.

Off To The Races

My old man is a bad man but I can't deny the way he holds my hand And he grabs me, he has me by my heart He doesn't mind I have a Las Vegas past He doesn't mind I have an LA crass way about me He loves me with every beat of his cocaine heart Swimming pool glimmering darling White bikini off with my red nail polish Watch me in the swimming pool Bright blue ripples, you sittin', sippin' on your black Cristal Oh yeah Light of my life, fire of my loins Be a good baby, do what I want Light of my life, fire of my loins Give me them gold coins, give me them coins And I'm off to the races, cases of Bacardi chasers Chasin' me all over town 'cause he knows I'm wasted, Facin' time again on Rikers Island and I won't get out Because I'm crazy baby, I need you to come here and save me I'm your little scarlet, starlet, singin' in the garden Kiss me on my open mouth Ready for you My old man is a tough man but He's got a soul as sweet as blood red jam And he shows me, he knows me Every inch of my tar black soul He doesn't mind I have a flat broke down life In fact he says he thinks it's why he might like about me Admires me, the way I roll like a Rolling Stone Likes to watch me in the glass room, bathroom, Chateau Marmont Slippin' on my red dress, puttin' on my makeup Glass film, perfume, cognac, lilac Fumes, says it feels like heaven to him Light of his life, fire of his loins Keep me forever, tell me you own me Light of your life, fire of your loins Tell me you own me, give me them coins And I'm off to the races, cases of Bacardi chasers Chasin' me all over town 'cause he knows I'm wasted, Facin' time again on Rikers Island and I won't get out Because I'm crazy baby, I need you to come here and save me I'm your little scarlet, starlet, singin' in the garden Kiss me on my open mouth Yo I'm off to the races, laces Leather on my waist is tight and I am fallin' down I can see your face is shameless, Cipriani's basement Love you but I'm going down God I'm so crazy, baby, I'm sorry that I'm misbehaving I'm your little harlot, starlet, Queen of Coney Island Raising hell all over town Sorry 'bout it My old man is a thief and I'm gonna stay and pray with him till the end But I trust in the decision of the Lord to watch over us Take him when he may, if he may I'm not afraid to say that I'd die without him Who else is gonna put up with me this way? I need you, I breathe you, I'd never leave you They would rue the day I was alone without you You're lyin' with your gold chain on, cigar hangin' from your lips I said "Hun' you never looked so beautiful as you do now, my man." And we're off to the races, places Ready, set, the gate is down and now we're goin' in To Las Vegas chaos, Casino Oasis, honey it is time to spin Boy you're so crazy, baby, I love you forever not maybe You are my one true love, you are my one true love You are my one true love

Note: The gif was made by imqueenofzombies. I think they deleted their account.

Paradise

Yayo

I like the snake on your tattoo I like the ivy and the ink blue Yayo Yes, you Yayo You have to take me right now From this dark trailer park life now Yayo How now Yayo Put me onto your black motorcycle 50’s baby doll dress for my "I do" It only takes two hours to Nevada I wear your sparkle, you call me your mama Let me put on a show for you, daddy Let me put on a show Let me put on a show for you, tiger Let me put on a show I need you like a baby when I hold you Like a druggy, like I told you Yayo Yeah, you Yayo Put me onto your black motorcycle 50’s baby doll dress for my "I do" It only takes two hours to Nevada I wear your sparkle, you call me your mama Let me put on a show for you, daddy Let me put on a show Let me put on a show for you, tiger Let me put on a show Hello, heaven, you are a tunnel-lined With yellow lights on a dark night Yayo Yes, you Yayo Put me onto your black motorcycle 50’s baby doll dress for my "I do" It only takes two hours to Nevada I wear your sparkle, you call me your mama Let me put on a show for you, daddy Let me put on a show Let me put on a show for you, tiger Let me put on a show

Note: Idk, it was made like 3 years ago so it is kinda hard to find the source.

Bel Air

Gargoyles standing at the front of your gate. Trying to tell me to wait, But I can’t wait to see you. So I run like I'm mad to heaven's door. I don't wanna be bad, I won't cheat you no more. Roses, Bel Air, take me there, I've been waiting to meet you. Palm trees in the light, I can see late at night Darling, I'm waiting to greet you, Come to me, baby. Spotlight, bad baby, you've got a flair For the violentest kind of love anywhere out there Mon amour, sweet child of mine, You're divine. Didn't anyone ever tell you It's OK to shine? Roses, Bel Air, take me there, I've been waiting to meet you. Palm trees in the light, I can see late at night. Darling, I'm waiting to greet you, Come to me, baby. Don't be afraid of me, don't be ashamed. Walking away from my soft resurrection. Idol of roses, iconic soul. I know your name. Lead me to war with your brilliant direction. Roses, Bel Air, take me there, I've been waiting to meet you. Palm trees in the light, I can see late at night. Darling, I'm waiting to greet you, Come to me, baby. Roses, Bel Air, take me there, I've been waiting to meet you. Grenadine sunshine, can you break this heart of mine. Darling, I'm waiting to greet you, Come to me, baby.

Note: The gif was (probably) made by lanadelreyphoto.

Ultraviolence

He used to call me DN That stood for deadly nightshade Cause I was filled with poison But blessed with beauty and rage Jim told me that He hit me and it felt like a kiss Jim brought me back Reminded me of when we were kids With his ultraviolence Ultraviolence Ultraviolence Ultraviolence I can hear sirens, sirens He hit me and it felt like a kiss I can hear violins, violins Give me all of that ultraviolence He used to call me poison Like I was poison ivy I could have died right there Cause he was right beside me Jim raised me up He hurt me but it felt like true love Jim taught me that Loving him was never enough With his ultraviolence Ultraviolence Ultraviolence Ultraviolence I can hear sirens, sirens He hit me and it felt like a kiss I can hear violins, violins Give me all of that ultraviolence We could go back to New York Loving you was really hard We could go back to Woodstock Where they don't know who we are Heaven is on earth I will do anything for you, babe Blessed is this, this union Crying tears of gold, like lemonade I love you the first time I love you the last time Yo soy la princesa, comprende mis white lines Cause I'm your jazz singer And you're my cult leader I love you forever, I love you forever With his ultraviolence (lay me down tonight) Ultraviolence (in my linen and curls) Ultraviolence (lay me down tonight) Ultraviolence (Riviera girls) I can hear sirens, sirens He hit me and it felt like a kiss I can hear violins, violins Give me all of that ultraviolence

Note: The image is from the booklet for the album.

Florida Kilos

White lines, pretty baby, tattoos, Don't know what they mean, They're special, just for you. White palms, baking powder on the stove, Cookin' up a dream, Turnin' diamonds into snow. I feel you, pretty baby, feel me, Turn it up hot, lovin' you is free. I like it down, like it down way low, But you already know that, you already know. Come on down to Florida, I got somethin' for ya. We could see the kilos, On the keys, baby, oh yeah. Guns in the summertime, Drink a cherry cola lime. Prison isn't nothin' to me, If you'll be by my side. Yayo, yayo, yayo, And all the dope FIENDS Yayo, yayo, yayo. Sun in my mouth and gold hoops, You like your little baby, Like you like your drinks cool. White lines, pretty daddy gold skin, You snort it like a champ, Like the winter we're not in. Come on down to Florida, I got somethin' for ya. We could see the kilos, On the keys, baby, oh yeah. Guns in the summertime, Drink a cherry cola lime. Prison isn't nothin' to me, If you'll be by my side. Yayo, yayo, yayo, And all the dope FIENDS Yayo, yayo, yayo. We could get high in Miami, Ooh, dance the night away. People never die in Miami, Ooh, that's what they all say. (You believe me, don't you, baby?) Come on down to Florida, I got somethin' for ya. We could see the kilos, On the keys, baby, oh yeah. Guns in the summertime, Chica cherry cola lime. Prison don't mean nothin' to me, If you'll be by my side. Yayo, yayo, yayo, All the Floridians say, Yayo, yayo, yayo, All the Colombians say, Yayo, yayo, yayo, And all my girlfriends, Yayo, yayo, yayo, That's how I do it like. Mm, oh, pretty baby, White lines, pretty baby, Gold teeth, pretty baby, yeah, Dance the night away.

Note: The image is from the booklet for the album.

Honeymoon

There's only 24 hours in a day And half as many ways for you to lie to me, my little love There's only 24 hours in a day And half of those, you lay awake With thoughts of murder and carnage If you lie down with dogs, then you'll get fleas Be careful of the company you keep There's only 24 hours And that's not enough To lie like you lie or Love like you love There's only 24 hours in a day And half of those you lay Between the sheets with me, my lying love There's only 24 hours, so you'd say For most of them you pay For all the things they paid you for, my love If you lie down with dogs, then you'll get fleas Be careful of the ones you choose to leave There's only 24 hours And that's not enough To lie like you lie or Love like you love Give me your heat Give me your diamonds You hit that street And my crooked lust You count to three While they're all dying You're hard to reach You're cold to touch

Note: The image is from the booklet for the album.

High By The Beach

Boy, look at you, looking at me I know you know how I feel Loving you is hard, being here is harder You take the wheel I don't wanna do this anymore It's so surreal, I can't survive If this is all that's real All I wanna do is get high by the beach Get high by the beach, get high All I wanna do is get by by the beach Get by baby, baby, bye, bye The truth is I never Bought into your bullshit When you would pay tribute to me 'Cause I know that All I wanted to do was get high by the beach Get high baby, baby, bye, bye Boy look at you, looking at me I know you don't understand You could be a bad motherfucker But that don't make you a man Now you're just another one of my problems Because you got out of hand We won't survive We're sinking into the sand All I wanna do is get high by the beach Get high by the beach, get high All I wanna do is get by by the beach Get by baby, baby, bye, bye The truth is I never Bought into your bullshit When you would pay tribute to me 'Cause I know that All I wanted to do was get high by the beach Get high baby, baby, bye, bye Lights, camera, acción I'll do it on my own Don't need your money, money To get me what I want Lights, camera, acción I'll do it on my own Don't need your money, money To get me what I want All I wanna do is get high by the beach Get high by the beach, get high All I wanna do is get by by the beach Get by baby, baby, bye, bye The truth is I never Bought into your bullshit When you would pay tribute to me 'Cause I know that All I wanted to do was get high by the beach Get high baby, baby, bye, bye High-igh-igh-igh [4x] Everyone can start again Not through love but through revenge Through the fire, we're born again Peace by vengeance Brings the end

Note: The image is from the booklet for the album.

#playmoss #lana del rey #lana del rey love #ultraviolence #born to die #paradise #honeymoon

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spider-man-and-i · 6 years ago

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2. Blood never bothered the Merc

Patrol. Its usually pretty uneventful, get a kitten from a tree, help an old lady cross the road. But not tonight..he didn't know why but he could just feel it in his bones that tonight wasn't going to end very well. In fact he was right it ended very, very badly...

***Flash back to 8 months earlier***

Spider-man had been swinging from building to building making sure everyone in his city was A-okay when he came across a man, wearing a black and red leather full body suit, sitting on top of a building pretty far up there. Obviously the situation hadn't been dangerous for anyone other than the man sitting on top of the building so Spider-man swung to him and landed with a soft thud, one that shouldn't have been detected by the man but he snapped his head around.

"Hey man, it's okay." Spider-man said with his hands in the air. He kept his distance not wanting to cause the man to make any fast decisions by his movement.

"No! It's not okay.." The man said with a soft voice. "Nothing is okay..." He said and then he jumped before Peter could do anything. He ran to the edge to see...Nothing. There was nothing there, then he felt someone tap on his shoulder and turned to see the same man as before. Was he bowing?

"How the- what?" Was all he could get out as he stared at the man in the red and black leather. The man laughed and slung his arm over the other, smaller, man's shoulder.

"I'm Dead Pool! And I wasn't actually gonna jump, but you showed up acting like I was so..I did."

"But..But how? How are you- how did you? What!?" Peter asked and the man simply disappeared then tapped the young Spider on the shoulder again and when he spun around the man fell down with laughter, and that was the start of a pretty good, pretty weird friendship.

***Present***

Peter felt kinda bad about blowing off Dead Pool but he had wanted to be alone tonight, he wanted to go on patrol with out the jokes and snide comments where silence should be. He wanted to swing through the city making sure his people were okay by himself because the silence allowed for thinking time. Even though he hated thinking because any time he started thinking he couldn't stop the memories and pain crashing into him like a truck. But thinking about it meant he could finally allow himself to get some built up tears out and he didn't want the Merc with a mouth to be there for that.

The city had been pretty uneventful lately so he figured instead of patrolling with the mercenary he could manage by himself, so he didn't go to the building top they had met on. But tonight ended differently than he wished. Tonight he ended up needing the merc more than he had ever needed anyone.

Actually, there was another reason he didn't trust himself with the other masked man. He trusted him. That wouldn't have been such a bad thing if he hadn't wanted so badly to take off his mask and let the man in black and red see him. Really see him, not just the alter ego he had created. He couldn't let the other man know who he was because it was dangerous..It was dangerous because he had people Peter Parker had to protect, not Spider-Man. He just wanted someone to see him and understand both parts of him, the spider and the boy.

It had been quiet after the gun shot that he had heard in some building pretty far off and as he swung closer to where the noise had radiated from he realized how close he was to his house. To his aunt's house more specifically. He tried to remain calm as the eerie silence filled his heart after his spidey senses and suit led him to the apartment building his aunt had lived in since.. since that night. He tried to keep his breathing even as he climbed up, letting his suit guide him, telling him where to go.

"Karen, are we going to my aunt's apartment?" he asked the suit in an almost too quiet voice. The artificial intelligence took a few moments to reply.

"I'm afraid so, Peter." She said and with that he climbed higher and faster until he reached the window he had climbed out of every night for the past 10 months. When he entered the apartment he felt the familiar buzzing and burn in the back of his head as he always had when he was in danger. He pushed the tears back as he walked through the threshold not knowing that if he walked any farther his life as he knew it would be over. He would have lost everyone he loved, everyone he cared about, everyone other than 3 friends. If he had known that his life would forever be changed and his soul would forever be tainted black then he would have ran, climbed back out that window and not come back.

When he reached the living room he saw her, lying there with her eyes open. The tears fell and he couldn't stop them. "No! No! Aunt May! Wake up! Please, wake up! You have to wake up now! Please don't leave me! Please oh god! Help! someone Help!" Peter cried tearing off his mask. If he had stayed home, if he hadn't gone out tonight he could have protected her. He could have stopped this. That's hen he saw it, in her hand the camera she had bought for him last week, the one he had left on the table that morning before school. He grabbed his aunt and picked her up so softly, afraid that if he moved too fast or too harshly he would wake her. Then he shook her hoping maybe he would wake her and she would tell him to knock it off and leave her alone. But the crimson stain on the floor let him know he was wrong.

she wasn't going to wake up. She wasn't going to annoy him by making jokes about how much his body was developing. She wasn't going to argue with him about doing laundry, she wasn't going to let Ned into Peter's room with out letting the young wall crawler know first. She wasn't going to embarrass him by saying larv. She wasn't going to be there to shake him awake from the nightmares he would continue having or the ones he was going to start having. She wasn't going to be there, holding him after he screamed himself awake, holding him while he cried. She wasn't going to wake up. Not this time. Not ever again.

He set her down gently as his tears became body shaking, heart wrenching sobs. He held her in his arms as he yelled and cursed the sky and cried. God how he cried. He had already hooked the camera up to the printer and was waiting to collect the pictures before he called the cops, but his sensitive hearing picked up sirens coming his way as the last picture printed. Someone had heard the gun shot, followed by the screams of a boy who had just lost what was left of his family. He grabbed the pictures, his mask and left, crawling through his window one last time.

He waited until he was on top of the tallest building in Queens before looking at the pictures and it was the first few that made him realize just how beautiful May is...was... He cried as he held one of the 2 of them posing with silly faces. He continued looking, knowing that there was a reason she had the camera in her hand as she died. As she died. As she died. Aunt May was dead. The reality of it hit him again and he screamed. He screamed until his lungs cried out. He screamed until his voice was scratchy and his throat hurt and then his screams became whimpers.

"Peter.." The A.I. in his suit, that was his suit said, "Look at the last picture." She said and he did. The last picture was a man holding a gun, a tattoo on his arm, barbed wire going all the way to his elbow. "His name is Stephen Mirez. Until now the only thing on his record was break ins and robberies."

"Find him. Scan the entire city if you have to Karen, just find him." It didn't take the suit very long to find the asshole who had just changed spider- man's life forever.

He found him in an alley running not too far from where he had just shot the one person he can say didn't deserve anything bad. He wasn't alone, 3 other men were with him walking down the dark alley. Spider-man swung down before anyone could notice.

"So you like shooting women in cold blood?" He spat and they all snapped their bodies around to look at me. The man, Stephen ran and the other three pulled out weapons. He webbed Stephen to a wall so he wouldn't get away while he took care of his buddies. One had a knife, one had brass knuckles with huge spikes on them, and the other had a gun. He quickly sprung into action, probably getting to into the beating up part but he couldn't care.

He webbed himself onto the man with the knife, not noticing the knife that cut deeply into his side, Spider-man jumped off of him and webbed him to a wall. Next came gun guy, he webbed the gun out of his hand and to a wall before knocking him unconscious. He should have stopped when the buzzing and burn started in his head, it was stronger than usual but he couldn't stop his own hands as they fell on the man over and over until they were slick with blood.

That's when he felt it, the white hot pain. He hadn't heard the shot and turned to find knuckles guy holding a silenced gun. He stepped back in shock as pain ran through his body. It only took a second of hesitation for his to get shot again and the spiked knuckles to find their way into my side, opposite of the already healing knife wound. Stupid, stupid I should have know there would be another gun. He thought to himself. When the Knuckles were pulled from his body he realized the spikes had not left, and quickly webbed the guy to the man who shot his aunt.

He then lazily swung himself from building to building feeling the pain as the wounds bled more and spread open as he forced himself to keep swinging. He knew couldn't take a break because if he did the nausea or the dizziness would overtake and he would just lay there and die. When he reached his destination he had to hold onto the wall of the building to look up. Sure enough there he was, silently waiting.

"Hey! Spidey! There you are!!" He said as he looked down at the spider who tried to web himself to the top but instead he stumbled. "Whoa dude, you good?" He asked as the young web-slinger dizzily stumbled and swayed back and forth.

"Dead Po-" Was all he could manage before he fell only to be caught by gloved arms twice the size of his own.

"Oh god." was the last thing he heard before his legs failed to hold him and all his strength left his body, he felt arms gently loop through his legs and lift him, easily, off the ground.

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spider-man-and-i · 6 years ago

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1. The fight, the friend, and the Foe

***Flash back to 8 months earlier***

"Hey man, it's okay." Spider-man said with his hands in the air. He kept his distance not wanting to cause the man to make any fast decisions by his movement.

"How the- what?" Was all he could get out as he stared at the man in the red and black leather. The man laughed and slung his arm over the other, smaller, man's shoulder.

"I'm Dead Pool! And I wasn't actually gonna jump, but you showed up acting like I was so..I did."

***Present***

"Karen, are we going to my aunt's apartment?" he asked the suit in an almost too quiet voice. The artificial intelligence took a few moments to reply.

"Find him. Scan the entire city if you have to Karen, just find him." It didn't take the suit very long to find the asshole who had just changed spider- man's life forever.

"Dead Po-" Was all he could manage before he fell only to be caught by gloved arms twice the size of his own.

"Oh god." was the last thing he heard before his legs failed to hold him and all his strength left his body, he felt arms gently loop through his legs and lift him, easily, off the ground.

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