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buzzkillers · 1 year ago

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WHITE HOUSE DOWN

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Black!Reader

Summary: You and Hobie fuck after he kills the President of the United States: Norman Osborne.

Tags|Warnings: Happy 4th of July (sarcastic), public oral sex, cum facials, enemies to enemies that fuck, exhibitionism, bratty reader, graphic violence, bad British slang, UNEDITED

WC:4k

In under an hour Fascism, Capitalism and President Norman Osborne died in the same way: pathetically and in a roaring beat of gunfire and raging anarchy.

It was so punk metal that Hobie reckoned he could've cried.

Maybe even let out a blood curdling scream before he joined his mates in celebration; in a fight that continued to roar beyond the thick walls of this stupid building. Of the world's now fallen symbol of false freedom, colonization and white supremacy.

All of it was dead now anyway, all of it was gone. So yeah Hobie reckoned he should’ve cried; maybe he even was crying but he was too pent up on adrenaline and rock and roll to notice. Who fucking knew. Who fucking cared?

What mattered was that Osborne’s head was detached, that his guitar was covered in guts and brain and enough idiocratic bullshit that it had clattered to the floor.

His weapon stained against the fancy White House carpet. He didn’t mind though, it added to the decor. You didn’t seem to give a shit either. For you, blood still stained your locs and your lips stayed wrapped around his cock.

And well Hobie didn't follow rules. They were barely a suggestion in his radar. Yet apart of him knew this was off kilter, even for him. Even for Spider Punk.

Spider Punk, the not-hero and the now killer who instead of killing capitalist and fighting corporate drones was here. Here with black nails that dug into your back and wicks that kissed the skin of your cheek.

It felt good.

This reward, you told him as you guided him towards the pigs desk. Your hands already at the buckle of his jeans before you looked up at him; eyes hazy and murderously dark.

It reminded him of foggy London nights, of polluted air and days where he gasped for his inhaler. Something that tried to be something else. It made Hobe feel triumphant, out of breath.

And yet this was ‘His reward.’ You growled again as if this was normal and you weren't you but something different, something new.

At that, Hobie couldn’t help but laugh. It was a pretty comedy after all, a neat joke as your palm— shaking and slick with sweat wrapped itself around his cock and your knees dug into the floor. The blood stained floor.

He inhaled sharply, either from the adrenaline or the genuine need to breathe before his smile slipped into something wide, dangerous. You shot a glare at him.

"Something funny?" You mouthed, as if your eyes weren't muggy, as if there wasn't a revolution going on a wall away. Hobie of course simply looked down at you, his own eyes liquid dark, but alight with adrenaline and fire and everything that made a corporate pig like Osborne underestimate him.

“Fuck yeah,” he rolled his hips up.

"Everything's a bit funny right now, love"

Below him, you only scoffed as if what he said wasn’t sick given the circumstances.

As if this was simply another one of those nights; those long nights where this would be your signal to leave. To keep your distance from Hobie Brown, the Spider Punk with too much venom on his tongue and righteous anger in his every word. But you didn’t, you simply looked at him, calculative, nervous.

Around them, the war raged on and the sounds of corporate drones getting their ass beat made the floors vibrate. None of them aware of their leader's demise before his team crushed them into dust. Below him you sighed, that gleam still in your eyes. (murky puddles and polluted skylines.)

"Of course you'd make this hard,"

"Can't just let me suck you off and shut up huh, SP?" You muttered, and you see Hobie would respond. There was always an excuse to be barked, a word to be said. But music still thrummed through his veins, the air was singing (screaming) and you were here.

Not with Osborne. Not in a lab, cooped up but here.

He smiled. "I'm not known for consistency,"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," you rolled your eyes, "I've heard the speech,”

"can't be consistent, can't be bought, can't shut up,"

Shut up?

He licked his lips and tasted the metal, the blood. 'Im gettin’ tired of your mouth, boy.’ Osborne had sneered before Hobie broke his face in.

Yeah, he didn't listen to him either. He shrugged his shoulders. "Nah, I don't think so,"

You rolled your eyes. “Spider-”

“Aw, am I ruining your fantasy love?" You cut him a look.

“Catchin me off guard like this, you must’ve planned it, no?”

Your grimace deepened. Which was cute. Very cute. “So you’re just gonna keep talking?”

“—I mean I'm not against you knowin' your onions and all that, but between you being stuck in your lab and arguing with us who knew you had the time,” he whispered, before your eyes went sharp and your nails dug into his thighs. A warning, that only made his cock hard and his hands crack the lip of the desk. Cute. He thought again.

So bloody cute that he blinked and his heart raced like a drum, like a rip of his pick against his guitar.

‘Lay on your back’ you said, ‘drop the guitar.’ and he did.

You had demanded it with a trained nonchalance. Completely unbothered as if he didn't hear the way your lungs sharply inhaled when his guitar separated Osborne's head from his spine. Cartilage, tendons and a thick spinal cord crushed into dust beneath his rebellion before you pounced on him.

You gave him that same look now and it was wicked hot. He couldn't deny it. A fun mix of cheekiness and nerves before you cocked your head and, “You know what, fine,”

In a blink, his back was shoved harder against the desk. His hands twisted into your locs, while your mouth wet, hot and slick like honey, like blood enveloped him, turned him inside out and made him want to curl over and actually cry.

Not cause it felt good or spectacular or amazing but because it was you. Only cause it was you.

Below him you sucked him off like you had something to prove. Like it was a challenge. It would be a crime to look away. To not match rebellion with rebellion, your hatred with his faux indifference while your lips remained dry, your handwork sloppy and your rhythm off. It was honestly the worst blowjob he’s ever had.

But you were enthusiastic and you looked up at him as if you expected more. Like Hobie was supposed to fall to his knees and thank you. Of course, a flicker of frustration came out when he gave you the opposite: a slick smile and his eyes wide in wonder.

"Leave it to you too give someone an angry blow job," He cocked his head, "Reckon you’re overthinkin’ it, love?”

You choked in response. Your mouth off his cock and looking as if you were about to spit on the floor before you paused and Hobie watched you swallow instead. Something hot shot in his core.

“Never,” you sneered as if this was just another part of the battle, your own personal fight.

Hobie just snickered, a gleam in his eyes even as you went still, embarrassment hot on your face.

“Yeah that's what I guessed," he whispered, before gloved hands gripped your jaw. Tight and restrictive.

“Quick tip? You’re too rough with it love, let me guess didn’t watch enough videos?” he teased, before he realized where exactly his dick was.

You gave him a sharp smile, "want to repeat that?" No, not particularly. He rolled his shoulders.

“Slow down,”

“Where's the rush,” he teased before there was a thump and a scream and oh, he guess they've found the bloke's head. Took them long enough.

If Hobie remembered how hard he kicked it correctly; The fuckers skull was three rooms away with thick walls and flimsy doors in each of them.

His smile turned giddy, "We all the time in the world,"

"Please tell me you're joking," and there it was again, that look. That need for order and propriety. Hobie patted your cheek.

"What, getting nervous?" Your eyes shot to the door. To the distant footsteps that only got closer to the currently unlocked room.

"Hobie,"

"Fine," he shot the hinges up with webbing. It wouldn't last. But you didn't need to know that.

"See? Good,"

Quickly, your shoulders relaxed; your nape warm beneath his hand, prickled and covered in sweat till he gripped it harder, guiding you down until your mouth was on him again. He shuddered.

“Make it wet,” you looked confused, your eyebrows twitching before your mouth went agape and he felt it.

Something hot and sticky that dripped down his cock. Your lips were now sheen, a messy mix of precum, sweat and everything that would never normally be in a pretty mouth like that.

Of course, you still managed to glare at him. And yeah nah, he wasn't gonna think about why that made his mouth dry before he angled his hips up and up until the tip of him was at the rim of your lips; he took a deep breath.

“Grip the desk for me,”

You frowned again, harder if that was possible. And Hobie couldn't have that.

"Wh--" in a blink he's already bullied his thumb passed plush lips and sharp teeth. Expertly, rubbing his painted nails against the soft flesh of your cheek until drool and spit slicked down his wrist and,

"That's wicked," he whispered.

"You’re so fucking pretty like this," You shot him a look. Your eyes still shakingly looking towards the door. The soldiers have gotten louder, they've must've bursted pass the first room. But Hobie only sighed, unbothered

“Is this why you've been so nice to me lately? Been wanting to give me this," he rambled, his eyes back on yours before his smile melted into a smirk. The last thing Osborne ever saw, before his head rolled down the stairs.

Now, the funny thing about trying to tell a punk what to do was that you shouldn't actually expect them to listen. Osborne learned that the hard way. But you weren’t like the rest of them. No matter what the team said about you turning your back on your upbringing for the cause. You weren’t like them. Clean and simple.

It was written in the cracks of your face, in the corners of your eyes. That want for order that battled with the need to rebel and make things right.

It's probably why you continued to look at him like that; your eyes slitted, red and angry.

You hated it but you wanted it too. Which meant that it took no effort to grip your jaw, keeping it still as you moved to chop your teeth onto his thumb. Light work.

But it was another thing to dodge the whistle of your studded fist and the gleam of spikes on your knuckles before they're webbed to the dead Pigs desk. You were smart not to try again. Still your face stayed twisted in anger.

Hobie couldn't help but laugh again, all sharp teeth and youthful indignation in his voice.

“I'm not good with mixed signals love, you hate me, you don't, you want to give me a reward about a job well done and then whine about it,”

“This is still a reward right?” he whispered, his voice deep and molten. It dragged you into a spell, made you nod. “Good,”

"Now, why don't we start stickin’ to our words, yeah," you made no room to reply, just continued to look up at him with that fire in your eyes that reminded him of madness, of a man whose body could be found in various parts of this makeshift castle. For the first time, Hobies face went stern, his body hands suddenly on your nape gripping tight.

"Yeah?" He repeated.

That madness in your eyes only take a moment to flicker, a moment to wick and out before your face twisted again, "Yeah,"

"There we go,"

You made no room to stop him. As his prodded his cock against your lips again, against that slick heat, hellfire, glory, his reward that was found in the tightens of your throat. "Good,"

He gripped the back of your neck tighter. “There we go,”

“Breathe through your nose,” Then you squeezed your eyes shut, prepared to choke, for Hobie to bruise your throat, for your jaw to ache while he used you like you prepared to use him.

Then he hummed, like a thrum of his guitar, like the flutter of a hummingbird. It was your only warning before he brought you down, slow, sluggish. He made you feel the weight of him, the way it pressed against your tongue, expanded your throat.

You couldn’t help it really, the way your eyes closed. The hazy sensation that made your vision blur. Hobie fucked your throat as if he had all the time in the world. As if a world leader wasn’t rotting in the next room.

And this would be a great time to joke. For Hobie to make you regret bringing him here and not give the secrets to ruining him but nah, this was better. This was more satisfying. Worth the shock in your eyes as you tried to keep them open. Your cunt not so subtly grinding against his boot.

“Don't look so surprised love”

“Let me guess, you expected me to go hard?” he whispered, voice ragged.

“Wanted me to bruise your pretty throat?” He dragged himself out again. Withdrew his hips, until your lips were once again at the tip of him. A thick residue of spit left behind.

Good.

Perfect even.

But below him you struggled to remain composed. Your mind was a fog that thickened, and your ears roared with the music that was Hobie Brown. The sounds of his shockwaves still in the air. On a better day, you'd remain aloof. You'd look at hobie with bored eyes and tell him to do his worse.

Clearly, that day wasn't today.

Your eyes were still closed after all, and the taste of him still stained your throat. You wanted more. You wanted-

His hand tightened on your neck.

“Now when did I say you could do that?” You blinked up, teary eyed with more of Hobie’s cock in your mouth than he previously allowed.

Suddenly, your cheeks burned and Hobie watched embarrassment wash over you. Watched you drown in it, in an attempt to cover up the desperate move before you just sat there, unable to go forward, unable to move back. “Cute,”

And then he jerked forward, cock hitting your throat until tears brimmed in your eyes and well Hobie was only a man at the end of the day. He unwebbed you, “Use your hands wrap them around me,”

Quickly, you complied. “Yeah love like that,"

You didn’t need further instruction. You continued the slow tempo he set. And for a moment, it stayed like that: you swallowing him with a sloppy mouth and tears in your eyes, your hands now slick with well, everything. Snot, spit and tears.

He laughed again, a bit more choked up and bit more delirious as your tongue dragged against the undervein of his cock. Sharp pleasure blinded him, he felt like it was too much, not enough. Like his heart was gonna burst from the adrenaline, the heat.

For a moment, he craved something on his lips too. Something just as hot and slick and you. He reckoned you'd like that. Want to shut him up with your thighs locked around his head and your cunt slick on his studded tongue. If you were gonna do this, you might as well do it right, do it in the worst way possible while Osborne's corpse rotted in the next room.

Below him, you gripped him tighter. Suckled your lips at the head of him until he shuddered and groaned. His palms slicked in blood gripping right at your face. If he knew this would be the reaction to winning the war— he'd bring Osborne back to life himself.

Let you watch him kill him again, again and again if it meant you looked at him like that. Like a drunkard, like the feeling he got when he strummed his guitar just right, just perfectly against his pick. Until you were like this: your lips, tight and harsh. Sucking him off as if it was another fight, your eyes red hot with anger and tears.

He was close.

He couldn’t even be embarrassed, if they knew what a pretty picture you made no regular bloke would be either before he felt it. That liquid hot build up; like something molten that grew and morphed and dripped in his belly before his thighs trembled, his fist cracked the desk and you looked marvelous.

He tried to draw away, cause he was proper and raised right but he couldn't get far. Not against someone who looked like they wanted to prove something. You started this for a reason after all. So of course, your hands pressed into his hips, kept him still. Fucking brat.

Before the room became an echo chamber of gasps and whines and— he lurched forward, hands on your shoulders, a sharp cry of your name.

The orgasm was just as violent as the murder. It ripped through him and rearranged his insides until it felt painful, overwhelming. Like he was stuck in his own shockwave, pulled at the seams, the points of musical notes at his ears.

Then he whimpered, sharp and inaudible. But it made your eyes glitter all the same before you pulled off him with a satisfying grin as the violence in him transcended to a soft shudder.

Both of you didn't talk for a minute. Just let everything settle. Until slowly the world trickled back in and Hobie watched half amused and half delirious as across your face, emotions flickered too fast for him to dissect.

What he did know was that you were looking at him, at the floor and then randomly at the door. Oh yeah, the goons. He should focus on that, but you were still on your knees, looking pretty and fucked out and well Hobie couldn't help it. He suddenly had the taste for something sweet.

"Up, c’mon"

You looked at him, leg kneeled. "Fuck you,” you coughed, throat dry. “Where do you think I was doing?"

He shook his head, and with little effort, he towered over you. You looked up at him, eyes wide, lips plush and the corner of your mouth twinkling with beads of white and shit, shit. Hobie did not wait for you to get up.

In a blur of red white and blue, the two of you switched places. It was like carrying a stack of paper, a bag of groceries before you plopped into the desk; your eyes wide, legs spread and cunt wet through your trousers.

"Hobie come on—"

His thumb dug into the seam of your jeans, ripped them in two until you were cunt hit cold air. You dripped on the desk. "Don't be selfish,”

“I thought this was a reward,” And then hobie’s tongue was on you, desperate and hot.

Studded fingers pressed into your hips, digging,digging and "Hobie, what-” Hobie pressed you further into the desk.

His tongue was slick and sticky against your folds. The pleasure that was white and hot grinded you to a halt. Your brain morphed into mush. You weren't going to last. This, you can admit with a certainty as your thighs wrapped around hobie’s head anyway.

You looked towards the door, but Hobie with his freakishly long arms gripped your jaw and forced your eyes back on him. Pay attention, they said. Until your eyes went wide, frantic; and your hips fought the battle of jerking away from Hobie and against him while he flicked your clit; his finger prodding against your entrance.

It's almost embarrassing how fast you came.

Even worse how you tried to hide it. With teeth the bit into your wrist, and moans that you tried to choke down while your hips moved on him with a grind that only made it worst, made it last.

You grunted and swore, the flat palms of your hand slammed into the desk. Once twice and then Hobie got up, looked at you splayed out on Osbornes desk, jeans pooled to your knees, the hairs of your cunt glistening.

"Good?”

With a gasp, you could only focus on the sound of the door as the screams of soldiers bulged against the doors frames.

Your blood was pulsing but you couldn’t feel your throat. Couldn’t feel the scratches and bruises that later you won't be able to tell was from Hobie or from the fight.

The wooden door bent beneath the weight of the army. Before eventually it popped and you threw the spider a smile.

“Good,”

#hobie brown smut #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x black!reader #atsv x reader #atsv x black reader #atsv smut #hobie brown lemon #tw: smut #hobie brown imagine #spiderpunk smut #spider punk x reader #spiderpunk x y/n #spiderpunk x reader #spiderpunk x you

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frikatilhi · 10 months ago

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Please blame @reserved-fruit for this one, for she was speculating about Bojan's absence from JO's instastories, and requested crack-fic about how the boys would react to Bokris's reunion.

So, dialogue-only ground-rules-setting under the cut.

“So, moving on to item 8…”

“Hold on.”

“Where do you think you’re going, Kris?”

“Bojan is suffering. I’m going to get him a pillow.”

“…he’s only sitting.”

“Yeah, and clearly it’s killing him. So, if this is going to take long–”

“Fine. Even though those bite marks on you look a lot more painful than–”

“Please do not finish that sentence.”

“Ok, so, item 8– Bojan, are you listening?”

“Sorry, got distracted by Kris walking. Have you seen that ass?”

“Bojan, you can’t possibly still be horny!”

“We were apart for three days!”

“And you’ve been together for 12 hours, of which you have been going at it relentlessly for at least 10, so again, you cannot be serious.”

“Do we need to go over your sins again? Because I will. Item 1 - no sex outside your own room.”

“We thought you were gone already–”

“We were after that! Sitting in that bar, staring at walls, half-hearted attempts at jenga, trying to erase those images from our minds. I will probably never recover.”

“You didn’t have to leave.”

“Bojan, we all know you are a needy, loud motherfucker, and none of us want to hear that. In fact, I just came up with a new item. Which number is it?”

“Uhhh.. 13?”

“Another one? You had hours to think of these at the bar!”

“Yes, hours. And now you sit and listen. Item 13, I need new noise cancelling headphones. Reimbursement. Write it down.”

“Writing it down.”

“So, now we have covered… Allowed places, allowed times, allowed types of PDA during work hours, the number of socks on door, acquiring locks for said doors, doing your own sheet laundry, minimum amount of coverings on body parts necessary when trying to sneak into the bathroom afterwards… Is this about it?”

“One more thing.”

“Uuurrgghhh.”

“No groaning. You brought this upon yourselves.”

“So what is it, pray tell? Allowed positions?”

“God no. Even though, I am a little worried about how that bed can take it if you–”

“No, please, stop talking. What were you going to say?”

“Only that… You know we’re happy for you, right? Took you long enough.”

“Oh.”

“Just, don’t make us regret this whole London thing, because– oomph!”

“…”

“Okay okay, that’s enough. Group hug over. Put some goddamn pants on. Please.”

#if you see me posting bokris no you didn't #bokris #fanfic #not!fic #the boys are painfully absent from that wip of doom and I miss them so there

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forest-falcon · 1 year ago

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WIP Wednesday

Adding to my Thunderbirds fic with OC Lieutenant Tamara Fielding & Jonesy (both firefighters who work with Chief McCready). The fic is written completely out of order (my brain refuses to be anything but chaotic!)

💙👨‍🚒👩‍🚒🚀☔

Tam set her coffee down on the countertop of the front desk and dragged an office chair towards her.

God she hated paperwork, especially during the winter months. Maybe she could shred the whole pile...create a fire in the foyer - anything to thaw out her frozen hands. Then again, arson, as a rule, was somewhat frowned upon within the firefighting community. Killjoys.

Tam cradled the quickly cooling coffee, attempting to leech the remaining heat from it.

"You gonna drink that or buy it dinner?"

"Oh I'd take it to bed with me if I could, but I've somehow gotta make your numbers look good so Chief McCready doesn't fire your ass."

"Sounds like an easy day to me. I am, after all, Jonesy... the living legend."

Tam arched a brow as he flexed

"Hmmm...those weren't the words I was thinking of."

"Well I'm not sure you can use ruggedly handsome in a report?"

Tam took a sip of her coffee.

"I've known cats with smaller egos than yours."

Jonesy grinned.

"So why's Chief got you hooled up here anyway? I miss my partner in crime. The probie ain't bad, but I want my work wife back."

Tam took an elongated slurp of her now-iced-latte, before the phone mercifully rang.

"Hold up, I've gotta take this."

Jonesy gave a mock salute, winked, then headed in the general direction of the lockers.

"London Fire Brigade"

"Guess who?"

"Scott?"

"Guilty as charged!"

"How...err...how are you? Sorry, I wasn't expecting it to be you. Is everything okay, I mean, is there a situation we can assist with?"

"Oh! No, it's just a friendly call. I've asked EOS and John to cover any incoming calls to the station while we chat."

"That's...erm...thanks?"

"So! In answer to your earlier question - I'm well. Bored as hell, stuck doing paperwork, but you know what they say...no rest for the wicked!"

"I'm not sure anyone in your family really fits that description."

"Honestly? Even after Gordon switched the letters around on your keyboard?"

"That was him?"

"Like I said, wicked."

There was a brief pause.

"How's everyone else? I don't think I managed to catch Virgil before I left."

"Ah yes. Tyre factory fire in Madrid. To be fair, he's not one for goodbyes. But yes - the rest of the family's well. Kayo, I think, is missing the female company already as she's being proper ornery today. I think Alan's gonna have to game standing up as she kicked his arse good n proper sparring this morning."

Tam chuckled despite herself.

"Poor Alan."

"Anyway, just thought I'd drop you a line to see how life back at the station was going?"

"Oh. Well...s'been okay. Chief McCready has me on desk duty today thanks to the whole surfboard incident. Told her my head was fine, but, yeah. Here I am checking fire alarms, fitting car seats and making coffee. Life in the fast lane..."

"Hey, don't knock it. I've spent the day crunching numbers."

"You love numbers."

"Yeah, not these numbers though. Hey! We could swap? You do my Tracy Industries calcs and I'll brew the coffees?"

"Sure, I mean, only if I get to work in your office? The London drizzle and concrete doesn't quite stand up to your sea view."

"Deal! I'll bring One around as soon as I can suit up!"

"Oh, and I should warn you...don't drink the coffee. It's the cheapest instant sh*t they could find...and it's decaf."

"Ah now, that may be a deal-breaker you see..."

"Damnit"

"Yeah. Can't be pulling all night rescues on weak wanna-be-coffee."

"You wouldn't cut it here then Commander...better stick to your paperwork."

"Touché! Anyway...I better head off and let you get back to it. It was nice hearing your voice. Maybe we can grab lunch whenever I'm next in London?"

"I'd like that."

"Great, I'll get John to locate the nearest McDonald's for us."

There was a click as Scott hung up.

Tam chuckled.

"Jackass."

#thunderbirds are go #thunderfam #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy

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henrystars · 2 years ago

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ao3 first lines!

rules: post the first lines of your 10 most recently published ao3 stories (if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics)

ty @sharpbutsoft for the tag!! 🫶🏼

If I Ever Leave (You're Coming With Me)

(steddie | explicit | 37k+)

Steve shaves all of Eddie’s hair off for him in the stark, artificial light of the motel bathroom. It falls in strands and clumps. Chunks of his life stripped away like they’re nothing. But that’s not where this story begins.

I Got a Feeling This Year’s for Me and You

(steddie | general | 12k)

When Steve Harrington is six years old, he celebrates his first Christmas.

You’re Cold and I Burn

(steddie | teen | 4k)

The club is noisy. Steve doesn’t know why they’re here, not really. They’ve been too old for clubbing for years now.

I Know It’s Always Been You (Just Gotta Get Home Soon)

(steddie | mature | 50k)

The streetcar is fucking freezing at this time of night. Morning. Whatever. Steve is so cold he can’t even think straight, can’t feel his own ass.

Something’s Happened (and I’m Head Over Heels)

(steddie | general | 8k)

“I can’t believe you’re making me go to bed at this hour.” Steve rolls his eyes and peers at Max over the top of the Teen Beat magazine he’s found under the coffee table. He’s half way through the cover feature on George Michael and honestly, he’s kind of getting into it.

Was It a Dream or Was It All in the Past? (I Just Thought I’d Ask)

(steddie | general | 18k)

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A.D.I.D.A.S

(nouis | explicit | 5k)

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Feels Like This Could Be Forever Tonight

(lirry | general | 3k)

The air in Liam’s neighbourhood smells funny. Harry always comments on it whenever he’s here. Kind of like stale grass clippings which he’s pretty sure aren’t even a thing but if they were they would smell like Liam’s neighbourhood.

You Feel Like Home (You're Like a Dream Come True)

(narry | general | 16k)

“I need a plus one,” is the first thing Niall says when he arrives home on the first Wednesday in August.

Tangled Up In Blue

(larry | mature | 19k)

The water looks terrifying from up here; blue and murky and dark, like it will swallow Louis up if he so much as gets too close. The sun is beating down hot on his back, a line of sweat building around the waistband of his swim trunks but he doesn’t want to move; can’t.

i tag @starrystevie @stevethehairington @harmonictechnicality @ghosttotheparty @unclewaynemunson and @strawberryspence (unless y’all have already done in which case just ignore me ✌🏼)

#will write for any 1d ship apparently #but only steddie when it comes to stranger things #my fic

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kiatheinsomniac · 2 years ago

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Congrats on hitting 1k followers! ❤ I really like your fics and this time I was thinking about Evie Frye and female assassin reader with the prompt ❝you’ve stolen my heart, the least you could do is tell me what you intend to do with it❞.

notes: I aspire to be a beacon for the queer women of the AC fandom, have some Evie Frye content y'all

pairing: Evie Frye x Reader

word count: 1k

☾ ⋆ﾟ MASTERLIST / RULES / TAGLIST FORM

You've stolen my heart

You tried your best to not fuss over all the arrangements. You were sitting upon the rooftop on a blanket and a few cushions that were borrowed from the hideout, an array of little dishes of snack foods laid out on little plates and a cake that you had already sliced. The place was lit up by a few pillar candles that flickered slightly, this area being very sheltered from the wind on this warm summer night.

You had invited your colleague, friend and crush to meet you here this evening just after sunset. Evie Frye had quickly become the centre of your world since she arrived here in London and you couldn’t bear waiting a moment longer to tell her just how hard you had fallen for her. She was so interesting, intelligent, beautiful and dedicated – you admired her deeply. You had bought her a bouquet of red camellias, carnations and roses. By the end of this evening, the array of reds would either represent a blooming love or your heart carved from your chest. That would be Evie’s decision alone.

Feet sliding on stone reached your ears along with light grunts before said assassin climbed over the ledge of the rooftop. You quickly rose to your feet to greet her and her eyes fell to the display laid out in this private little area before her gaze met yours.

“You came! I’m glad.” You greeted her with a smile and she stole another glance at the little meal set up behind you again, a smile teasing her plush lips.

“Of course I did!” She replied, “You made it sound so mysterious that I could hardly resist.” She was a fan of mystery, this much you knew and it was a joy that you both indulged in together, reading ghost stories to one another in the dead of the night when neither of you could sleep, huddled around an oil lamp in your nightdresses and sharing a blanket across your laps.

“I knew you’d like it.” You gestured for her to sit and closed the lid of the basket that you had carried everything up here in, concealing the flowers. The bouquet was chosen to convey a specific message to her, one that you knew she would understand after all the books and newspaper clippings you had read together about the language of flowers. “I got as many of your favourites as I could.” You said, gesturing to the little plates of various foods, many of them sweets. As much as Evie didn’t seem the sort, she actually had a rather ravenous sweet tooth, something you found quite adorable whenever she would reach for an extra biscuit to dip into her tea or slather just enough jam across a scone for it to be considered excessive.

So, the two of you ate together in the candlelight, the sounds of the city blurring into a white noise as you chatted and laughed together, the two of you holding your sides and swiping away tears at one point as Evie was telling you all about Jacob’s unfortunate day at the fight club when he was cocky enough to dedicate a fight to a beautiful woman in the crowd before having his ass handed to him. By the time most of the cake was gone and the plates were but covered in crumbs, your eyes made their way back to the basket and its closed lid.

“I have a present for you, by the way.” You spoke once the conversation died down, drawing Evie’s attention away from where she had been looking across the lights of the city, made to look foggy by the smog of the factories.

“Oh, you’ve already spoiled me enough.” She spoke humbly but you could see the flash of curiosity in her eyes as they flickered to the basket for a moment.

“I…” You took in her hazel eyes and freckled face, the way the parts of her hair by her temples that had escaped from the braids flowed in the slight breeze, how the candlelight danced across her delicate features. She was leaning on one hand with her legs folded to one side, the position accentuating the curve of her waist in an enticing manner. “I hope that it can tell you the things that I cannot seem to do with words.” You swallowed hard, “You’re so very dear to me, Evie and I don’t want to r…” With trembling fingers, you took in a deep breath and opened the basket, taking out the red bouquet and handing it over.

Evie’s eyes went wide in wonder as she carefully took it from you, examining each flower to decode it and appreciating the arrangement of the array of reds. She didn’t say a word as her fingertips caressed the petals and it unnerved you to no end. “Evie…” You began, finally prying her attention away from your coded confession, “You’ve stolen my heart, the least you could do is tell me what you intend to do with it.” When hearing you actually say it, she took in a small, sharp breath and the bouquet was set aside carefully on the blanket. You were terrified.

“Come here.” She beckoned you over and you shuffled to be by her side. Her hand came up to cup your cheek and you could feel the callouses on her palm as her hazel eyes searched yours, “I intend to look after it for as long as it beats.” She whispered, eyes dropping to your lips and seeming to fight to stay meeting your eyes but she could not win such a battle. You slowly narrowed the distance between her, giving her the chance to back out if she was unsure but she leaned in with you until there was no longer a gap and your lips met her soft ones in the sweetest kiss. Your hands went up to cup her jaw as her other hand came up to tangle gently in your hair. The kiss was slow and sweet and yet you felt just as breathless as if it had been heated and passionate when you pulled away.

You grinned at how bright and warm your future suddenly looked.

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dweeby · 3 years ago

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Really Damn Good - Villaneve Fix-It Fic

Yeah, I had to go ahead and do a fix-it Killing Eve fic stat. I’ve never felt the need to write for this fandom before because I always thought we’d get an ending we, Jodie, and Sandra deserved.

Welp. Here’s my best go at it. Enjoy!

Villanelle had killed Eve a dozen times before. Admittedly only a few were actual attempts, the rest were daydreams. Drowning her in a bathtub, running a knife between her ribs like Eve had done to her. The gun had been lame in hindsight. More desperation than anything thought out. Where was the dramatics in that?

So sure, Villanelle had done Eve in a dozen times, but now it was time to do it for real.

“Well?” Pam said with a rude little nudge. “Hm, what? Oh.” Villanelle took a bite of her chip butty, a soggy french fry falling onto the stomach of one the dead bodies. She snatched it off and popped it back in her mouth. Three second rule. “This one, she’s got great tits.”

Pam sighed and zipped the two body bags up. *

Villanelle rammed the end of her butty in when she saw Eve waiting outside Captain Jerry’s fish and chip stall. She had her hair down like Villanelle liked it, her baggy coat not at all flattering because her ass was hidden. Villanelle would buy her a new one once they were stateside. Maybe a jean jacket like James Dean. Something obnoxiously American.

Eve turned around, like a prey sensing a predator despite long becoming a predator herself and grabbed a malt vinegar packet. “You’re unbelievable. We were supposed to get lunch together!”

Villanelle ducked under the projectile. “Whaaaat? I was hungry!”

Eve snatched the paper out of her hands and shook it. “I’m the one who told you about Jerry’s.”

“And it’s so good! You have admittedly awesome taste.” Villanelle said between chipmunk cheeks of carbs.

“Now you’re just complimenting yourself, idiot.” Eve tossed the paper at her head. “Yusuf says the passports will be ready in two days. Everything’s done on my end. And yours? Is everything arranged?” She said it with the scolding tone of a schoolteacher.

“I picked good for you, don’t worry, Eve. Great tits, though not as great as yours.”

“You eyed up the dead bodies?” Then she rolled her eyes and held out her hand for money. “You know what, doesn’t matter.”

Eve paid for her sandwich and then slumped on the bench beside Villanelle. Their thighs were touching and it was hard not to walk her fingers all over them. They had been so close to fucking in the RV, Villanelle had gotten glorious handfuls of tit and Eve’s fingers had tugged Villanelle around by the waist of her pants. That was until Eve eased her off, panting and flushed. Not until after, she’d said. Not when she couldn’t focus on Villanelle alone.

It was driving her insane. It was like Eve had no idea how hot she was. Eve interrupted the fantasy she was starring in. “God, I’m going to miss this place. A lot of the places in London, honestly. It’s covered in pigeon shit and it’s overpriced but America just doesn’t have any old world charm.”

Villanelle shrugged. “You grew up in America. Think of it as going home.”

“Is that how you see it? Home?” Eve asked, serious as she turned towards her. It was a turn on when Eve snapped moods like that, barely giving Villanelle time to catch her breath. Okay, fine, everything about Eve was a turn on.

Jerry called out Eve’s order. Villanelle swallowed, eyes widening, throat suddenly desperately dry. “With you there? I guess I do.” * The bodies were disfigured almost beyond recognition and Pam called it her best work. The American passports came and Villanelle noted with a thrill that Eve had given them the same last name.

Eve Polastri was officially dead.

* Alaska was cold. Mother Russian cold. “This is what you wanted to wait to fuck in? Really?” Villanelle hissed as she shoved a few more logs into the wood burning stove she’d jerry rigged in the RV. Thinking about it just made her miss Jerry’s more. She’d kill a dozen men for another chip butty.

RV living was a work in progress. Cooking was a work in progress, both of them fucking hated it. Neither of them liked dishes either.

When they arrived and secured a bit of land with Villanelle’s wad of cash, the reality had sunken in. How the fuck were they supposed to live out here and not drive each other more crazy than they already were?

Villanelle rubbed her hands in front of the fire. “My nipples are going to be like icicles.” Eve poked her head around from the kitchenette, tears in her eyes. “I’ll warm them up, stop complaining and put the water on.” She went back to slicing onions, her voice carrying in the small space. “Alaska was your whole fantasy anyways.”

Villanelle sniffed, sitting back on her heels as the wood started to catch. “I thought Alaska would be sexy. Like wrestling bears. Not figuring out plumbing. Will it be like this forever?“

“Well, think of making a life in Alaska like a relationship...”

Villanelle mimed the rest of Eve’s “relationships being hard work” quote with her hand as she stood up

Eve was in the kitchenette wearing a denim jacket with patches on it that they’d gathered on their trip up. It, paired with bunny slippers, was quite the look. Villanelle hooked her chin over Eve’s shoulder—it was her new favourite way to annoy her—and pressed her hands flat against her stomach. “How about I get on my knees instead. I can work hard in other ways, honey.” Pets names were another.

Eve kissed her cheek at the same time as she pressed the onion-stinking knife to her throat. “Now either put the pot on for the pasta or go empty the septic. Your choice, sweetie.” *

“You look like butchered meat,” Eve said as they lay naked in bed together.

They’d fucked for hours. A marathon of fucking really. If they were in the olympics for fucking Villanelle was sure they would’ve won gold. They kissed like they always did, touched tits and groped asses like they always did. Then Eve had practically ripped off Villanelle’s pants in her desperation to go south. For her first time going down on a woman, nothing could account for enthusiasm. And after Villanelle had to physically drag Eve away from her pussy, Eve’s eyes were still blown wide and hungry. Villanelle’s fingers had slipped in easily and coaxed an orgasm out of her in mere minutes. She’d laid her head against her stomach, feeling it quiver, feeling Eve’s hand run through her hair as she pulled another, softer, orgasm from her.

And then they fucked for like... another three hours because holy hell was it good.

“Eve!” Villanelle fake gasped before snorting. She couldn’t help herself. Fuck was her girlfriend and fake wife funny.

Eve rolled over and chewed on a fingernail that probably had a year’s supply of Villanelle coating it. “Sorry, that’s bad but it was the first thought I had! I mean I assumed you had scars from being an assassin—and I’m sorry about the rib one—but wow. Like a hacked piece of meat.”

Villanelle leaned over and kissed her because she could whenever she wanted to now. Why not be greedy? “You have cellulite all over your ass,” Villanelle whispered against her lips.

“You have the daintiest orgasm sounds over,” Eve countered with a bite to her lip. It was like an insulting game of chess. “I know I heard it before over the phone but—”

Villanelle tugged her closer at that. “Well now that I’ve heard yours, you sound like you’re possessed. Villanelle, oh Villanelle, fuck me harder. Fuck me! Fuck me! YEAH JUST LIKE THAT FUUUCCK!” Villanelle shouted with a perfect American accent.

Eve let out a little growl and rolled them over to straddle Villanelle. She pinned her by the shoulders like Villanelle didn’t have the physical upper-hand. “I loved it. I absolutely loved it.”

Villanelle grinned, feeling a strange giddiness fill her. It was like light and bubbles. Maybe the tarot card reading wasn’t pure bullshit. She had just enough leverage to kiss Eve’s wrist. “Can I die smothered by your pussy? That would be, like, a really good way to go. The best.”

Eve laughed some more before easing her head down so they touched noses. “Only if you smother me in your perfect tits first.”

Villanelle bit the end of Eve’s nose to stop another burst of laughter. “You know what? After that I’ve decided that I love Alaska. Best state ever.”

Eve smiled, a genuine smile that gave Villanelle tingling goosebumps. “We’re going to build a stupid Alaska cabin, I’m going back to school, and you can do something with your hands to keep them out of trouble. We do that for a few years then, screw it, we do whatever we want for a few years after that. We keep doing that. Over and over again. Whatever the hell we want. Because I only love Alaska because I love you and you’re in it. How's that for forever?”

Villanelle smiled back and it was pretty amazing how Eve’s face softened at the sight of it. They were both smiling like idiots. “Really good, Eve. Really damn good.”

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justkending · 4 years ago

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The Number One Rule. Chapter One.

Summary: Y/N has always been seen as “Steve’s rambunctious sister.” However, she grew up, graduated, and moved to London to study abroad for 4 years and get her bachelor's degree. The girl that returns looks nothing like the teenager that left, but don’t worry the attitude is still there and stronger than ever. What’s to come of the two grown adults that used to push each other's buttons, but now have a lot more in common than they’ve ever realized.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/N Rogers (Steve’s little sister)

Word Count: 3100+

Warnings: None for this particular chapter other than cussing.

A/N: OK Ya’ll!! I started writing chapter 15 last night, so the first chapter is here!! I’m so very excited for this series as I already have written a good chunk of it and can not BEGIN to explain the twist and turns I plan to take. So please let me know what you think, it keeps me going. Also, I will be posting a new chapter every two days:) Love you all and enjoy!!

Chapter One:

"Come on Bucky! We're going to be late," Steve shouted down the hall through their shared house.

"One second! I'm trying to find my jacket," Bucky shouted back.

Rushing around his room, he started digging through the dirty clothes mixed with the clean ones that he never got around to separating. Sam was sitting on his bed smiling at the chaos that Bucky was creating for himself.

"You trying to look good for your girl?" Sam said with a smirk, watching him frantically run to his closet for the third time and scuffle through the mess of clothes.

"Shut up. She's not my girl. It's Steve's little sister for God's sake. She's like the second little sister I didn't want, but ended up adopting thanks to our families being so close," Bucky groaned.

"Then why are you looking for your good jacket? I know you only wear that when you're going out and trying to get a date for the night, or... Impress someone. All that leather and-" The teasing in Sam's voice was on full blast as he started making kissing sounds before he finished the sentence.

"You're disgusting," Bucky cringed, wrinkling his nose. "Why are you even in my room?" He threw a dirty gym shirt he had picked up at Sam, but he caught it.

"You owe me five bucks. I'm just dropping by the bank to collect," Sam shrugged.

"And you couldn't wait until I got back?"

"I could, but then I wouldn't be able to tease you while you're clearly stressed out at seeing Y/N after 4 years." The chuckle that came out of him was another teasing one that made Bucky send him a resting bitch face.

Finally, he saw the jacket on the chair in the corner covered by the shirt he wore yesterday and had carelessly tossed it over the night before.

"Bucky!" Steve shouted again.

"Coming!" he shouted back. "You'll get your five bucks later. Get out of my room," he groaned, opening the door wider and motioning his roommate out.

"Sheesh, so commanding," Sam said, walking out with hands raised in mock surrender. "But I bet the girls love that." In return, Bucky gave him a swift slap to the back of his head. "Ow, you ass!" Sam hissed, going back to return the hit.

"Stop it!" Bucky retaliated slapping him back. The violent banter became a cycle.

"You started it!" Sam retaliated.

"Bucky, stop cat-fighting with Sam and get your ass in gear!" Steve shouted.

"Fine," he relented, stepping away with squinted eyes at Sam.

"Tell her I said hi!" Sam smirked.

"You've never even met her," Bucky sighed, moving to the door and rolling his eyes when he turned his back to him.

"Doesn't mean I can't say hi!"

"See you tomorrow, Sam!" Steve said, walking out the door with Bucky behind him.

"See ya!" _____________________ "Did she tell you what she was wearing?" Bucky asked, watching the other travelers search for their own car or taxi in the pickup line.

"Why?" Steve asked, ducking his head and never breaking his eye line from the door she was supposed to be coming out of.

"So we can spot her, punk," Bucky answered. "Lot of people coming in and out of here today."

"I'll be able to spot her," Steve waved off. "It's not like I haven't seen her in forever. We Facetime all the time and she was here a few Christmases ago."

"People change every year, Steve. She probably doesn't look just like she did two years ago."

"Well, I'll be able to spot her better than you. You haven't seen her in four years."

"I've seen her pictures from Italy and all those other foreign places that she's posted," Bucky waved off.

"She just texted. She's wearing a white pullover, jeans, and a Dodgers hat on." Steve looked at his phone before looking back up and scoping the place. "See her?" he asked, not being able to find her himself.

"No, but..." Bucky scoped out some more, looking with squinted eyes to narrow out the crowd.

Wait a second. He saw an off-white sweater-like pullover and he saw the Dodgers hat, but the girl underneath wearing it looked nothing like the Y/N he knew. Her (Y/H/C) hair was in a braid on the side. It was messy from the 9-hour flight, and pieces of it were falling out every which way. Where normally that would make someone look rugged and messy, she somehow made it look good.

He watched her Y/E/C eyes scope out the area in search of Steve's truck and once they landed on it, she brightened up. Though, it wasn't the truck she was excited about. While Bucky was analyzing the new and much different-looking Y/N, Steve had already rushed out of the car to wrap her in a giant bear hug.

Bucky watched as the two held on to each other and took a moment to soak the other in. It had been two years since they had been face to face. Once they pulled back, they said a few things back and forth and Bucky watched Steve turn back to the car and look at him.

Y/N turned her head past his shoulder and looked toward the passenger seat where Bucky had still yet to leave. She squinted trying to focus in on him, and once she did, she waved sending him a wide smile.

Yeah, this was not the little 18-year-old Y/N he had said goodbye to four years ago at her graduation party.

A muffled, "Well, are you going to help or just sit there?" came through the window when Steve walked up motioning to the luggage he was already hauling to the bed of the truck.

Snapping out of his daze, he jumped out and moved to the back where Y/N and Steve were working to get her multiple suitcases loaded.

"Here, I got it," he said, taking the carry-on she was about to pick up.

"Thanks, B," she smiled up at him.

Now he had seen her close up, and damn, she had really grown up.

Before he could get lost in his thoughts again he nodded and went on to help Steve with the other suitcases. Once they were all packed, they loaded back into the truck. Y/N took the passenger seat, Bucky in the back, and all of them headed out of the crowded airport.

"Ugh, what a day," Y/N sighed, leaning back in her seat with a huff.

"Long flight?" Steve chuckled, looking over in a quick glance.

"Long flight, long day, and even longer night," she replied, looking at him. And even though exhausted, she smiled brightly at her big brother.

"Do tell," Steve encouraged.

"Well, to start, I had all kinds of issues checking in my luggage. They tried charging me for one of my free ones and I had to argue with them for 15 minutes before they realized they were looking at the wrong 'Rogers' on the list," she went on to explain. "Then on the flight, I sat next to this bigger guy." She was attempting to be nice about it as she paused trying to not objectify the stranger. "And he took off his shoes and fell asleep on my shoulder drooling and snoring. I was able to cope with that for a solid 2 minutes before I pushed him over to the window. Somehow the subtle knock on his head from falling didn't wake him up."

"Ew," Steve grimaced. "What about last night?"

"Oh, last night was fine. My friends had a little going away party for me, but it didn't end until 4 hours before my flight."

"Did you sleep at all?"

"No! Which is why I will be passing out as soon as we get home," she pointed at him.

"Not even on the plane?" Bucky finally spoke up from the back.

She turned and gave him another smile as if she had forgotten he was back there. She hadn't.

"Don't act like you don't know me, Buck. You know I can't sleep on a plane," she winked before turning back around. The subtle gesture made Bucky blush ever so slightly. "You've been quiet back there, B. What's going on with you? What's new with your parents?" She looked forward at the road as she asked the questions.

"Uh, good. Not much has changed," Bucky shrugged, moving closer to the two upfront.

"Four years and you're all the same. Yeah, I don't believe that for a second. Come on. Give me all the details," she pushed him.

"Ok, well. Mom started up that coffee shop/ bookstore she's been wanting for decades, but Dad's held her back until they had enough money for it. Been open and thriving for 2 years now."

"Oh, Bec did tell me about that! And I saw it on her Facebook post! It was so cute and 100% Winnie Barnes. I'll have to drop by there or make it my new little study place," she said, getting all excited and making Bucky smile wider at the bubbly personality she's always had. Now that hadn't changed, and Bucky was glad. "But she likes it? She's enjoying it?"

"More than anything. Dad's had to pull her out of there some nights just to make sure she doesn't set up shop in one of the reading nooks and start sleeping there," he laughed, getting a chuckle from the rest of the car. "So, yeah. I'd say she's enjoying it a lot."

"Good. She's wanted that since she was a kid and she deserves it." Y/N nodded her head before turning her whole body in a swivel and placing her chin in her hand as she looked back at him. "What about Becca? Anything I wouldn't know?"

Bucky could finally study her face now. She looked sun-kissed. Her skin was almost 2 tones darker than he remembered. The glow on her skin enhanced her features and looked like it was painted on by the sun.

And her eyes...

Her eyes had always been something captivating to him. No matter when or what the situation was, Y/N spoke with her eyes. She practically poured her emotions out from them. He wasn't even sure if she knew she did that, but Bucky knew. That's how he knew how she was feeling any day. If she had been hurt, if she was lying, if she was pulling a prank, or if the most exciting thing to ever happen happened.

Her eyes. Her big Y/E/C eyes told all her emotions and showed all her soul.

Once again, he was finding himself having to snap out of his thoughts before the silence got awkward, he cleared his throat.

"Uh, probably nothing you don't know. But she's only got about one more year left for her degree, and she's free like you," he smiled through pursed lips trying to play off his awkwardness.

"Ugh, and it's so liberating, you know?" Y/N turned to Steve, looking at him. "No more study sessions that turn into all-nighters, no more anxiety about missing assignments or last-minute projects. The list goes on."

"You know for a fact the study sessions don't stop with you. You'll have a new book in your hand as soon as you sit down when we get home," Steve laughed.

It was true. Y/N had always been kind of a nerd when it came to reading and learning about anything and everything under the sun. Her genres were wide in what kind of knowledge she would pick up. In high school, she was such a bookworm but was also quite popular too. Maybe because she got had good genes, but mainly because everyone she met was a friend with that bubbly attitude of hers.

She was a valedictorian and student body historian. She had claimed she didn't want the presidency, even though she could easily get it, because she didn't have the time. Which was true considering the ten thousand other clubs she joined. The girl loved to be involved, meet new people, and loved to learn new things. That was most likely never going to change about her.

"Ok, not wrong there. I do love to learn. But now I can do it leisurely and not on someone else's timetable," she poked Steve's bicep. She quickly turned back to Bucky. "What about you? I got the update on your family, but not you, Bumble Bee," she smirked with a knowing grin.

"Oh come on," Bucky groaned, throwing his head in his hands. "You haven't forgotten that nickname?"

"Why would I? I created it and I'm proud." He could hear the smugness in her voice.

She had been calling him that since his freshman year of high school as a tease after a little accident with a bee, but she only really brought it out on two occasions.

One, when he was being annoying and she wanted to annoy him back. Or two, Bucky was really down and she would always say it in this soft, sweet voice when she knew he wasn't happy. When it was the second occasion, Bucky always felt comforted that Y/N called him that. He wasn't sure why, but her meaning and tone behind the name felt different then.

"Come on B! What's new?" she smiled, smacking his knee slightly, making him look up.

Damn that cute face.

"Nothing really. I'm still working at the bureau with your brother. We're still roommates. I still hate Manhattan traffic. And that sandwich place off Manchester Ave is still a regular stop for lunch." The smile he gave her this time was more, "There. Did I pass?"

"Lies," she groaned before turning back around. "It's ok though. If you don't want to tell me, I'll just ask Bec for all the dirty details."

"Yeah, yeah. You won't find any dirt on me," Bucky chuckled.

"We did get a new roommate, but I already told you about him a while ago," Steve spoke up.

"Oh, yeah! Sam, right?" she said, finding a new source of excitement.

"Birdbrain actually," Bucky said from the back.

"Bucky and he act like they hate each other, but deep down they love each other," Steve winked at Y/N.

"Aw, Bromance," Y/N fake swooned.

"No, no. It's not bromance. That guy is a nuisance. He's always pushing my buttons for fun," Bucky defended.

"He's a very nice guy," Steve laughed. "Don't let Bucky scare you," he said to Y/N.

"It's Bucky. He can't scare me," she waved him off. Before Bucky could make a comeback, she moved on to the next subject. "How's mom? Is she doing ok?"

The atmosphere in the car became a little more solemn.

"She's doing a lot better," Steve nodded.

"She, still... Uh," she didn't know how to finish the sentence.

"Yeah, she has her days, but never as much as she used to be. She knows when to call and is good about it. I'm just glad she can have someone else at the house now."

"Me too. It's the least I can do after you've been helping the past 4 years," she nodded.

"She's mom." Even though the sadness in his voice had been attempted to be hidden, the two people closest to him could still hear it. "I'm not going to let her fall down another dark hole just because it's a longer drive from my house to there. You don't owe anything Y/N. You did what she wanted you to do and that was to move on, and go live your life..." A long pause. "Even if she can't ever fully do that again in her eyes."

There was another long silence as the mood dimmed. They were about 5 minutes to the house, and Y/N quickly changed the tone.

"Oh, my God! I forgot about my welcome home party," she smacked her palm into her face.

"Ok..." Steve raised an eyebrow. "Was there something you needed to get for it or-"

"No, no. It's just," she let out a long sigh. "I know it's tomorrow night, but I'm exhausted. I can barely keep my eyes open now."

"Jetlag?" Bucky asked.

"Major."

"You'll have plenty of time to sleep and rest up before people come over tomorrow. Plus, it's only one night. After that, you can sleep for the next week," Steve grinned as he turned into their neighborhood.

"Yeah, you're right. Just right now feels like I'll never be rested again," she sighed, now tiredly laying her head in her palm as she leaned on the console.

"Come on. Wake up. You have to break into some of your "In case of Emergency" energy when you see Mom. She knows you're tired, and I told her to let you rest when you get home, but I can't promise she isn't making your favorite meal," Steve said with bribing raised eyebrows.

"What if I told you I used up my "In case of Emergency" energy during our reunion, and also, a little more of it just to get into this car?" she countered.

Bucky stifled a laugh in the back. He hadn't seen these two together in a while and it was refreshing. Classic big brother and little sis energy.

"Then use your backup's backup. You know she's excited."

"Ok, ok. I'll replenish it. Just let me rest my eyes until we get there." She slowly went to rest her whole head on the console, but as soon as it touched Steve shouted, "We're here!"

Looking up, she gave him a blank look and Bucky knew, just two more seconds and that would be a death glare.

"Tanks not filled," she added before falling back down on the impromptu pillow.

"Listen, we'll get your luggage and lug it up there, and you just go straight in to see Mom. Ok?" Steve put the car in park, unbuckled, and looked back at Y/N. He moved the hair that had fallen over her face, straightening her hat with it, and smiled looking at her annoyed eyes. "Ok?"

She groaned as she sat up and started shaking her limbs as if she was a racer about to run a marathon.

"Ok, ok. I'm filling it up," she said in an unconvincing tone.

"Great. Buck, help me with the bags?" Steve went on opening the doors and walking out.

"On it," Bucky agreed, moving to his door before looking back at Y/N. "Hey." She turned to him. Her eyes were heavier than earlier, but her soft smile was just as bright as before. "It's good to have you back. We've missed you," he grinned.

"I've missed you guys too," she said with the same look.

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mostlysignssomeportents · 3 years ago

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Taxes are for the little people

If you wanna do crimes, make them incredibly complicated and technical. Like the hustlers that came into the bookstore I worked at and spun these long-ass stories about why they needed money for a Greyhound ticket home.

Those guys shoulda studied the private equity sector.

Private equity's playbook is to borrow giant sums by putting up other peoples' companies as collateral (yes, really). Then they use that money to buy the company they mortgaged, and pay themselves a huge dividend.

Then they sell off the company's assets and pay themselves even more money. That leaves the company in a state of precarity - assets they once owned, like their buildings, they now rent. If the rent goes up, they have to find the money to cover it.

All of this forms a pretense for mass layoffs, defaulting on pension obligations, lowering product quality, stiffing suppliers and borrowing more money. If the company doesn't go bust, the PE looters can flip it to *another* PE company, that does it again.

Whenever you see something really terrible happening to a business that once offered useful products and services and paid decent wages, it's a safe bet that PE is behind it. Toys R Us, Sears, your local hospital - and that memestock favorite, AMC.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/04/12/mammon-worshippers/#silver-lake-partners

Private equity goons make their money in two ways: the first is by pocketing 20% of these special dividends and other extractive policies that hollow out business.

This is money at PE managers get paid for spending their investors' money. It's a wage, in other words.

But thanks to the "carried interest" loophole (a hangover from 16th-century sea captains that has nothing to do with "interest" on loans), they get to treat these wages as "capital gains" and pay far less tax on them.

The fact that we give preferential tax treatment to capital gains (money derived from gambling), while taxing wages (money derived from doing useful work) at higher rates really tells you everything you need to know about our economic priorities.

https://pluralistic.net/2021/04/29/writers-must-be-paid/#carried-interest

The carried interest loophole lets PE crooks treat their salaries as capital gains, are taxed at a much lower rate than the wages of the workers whose lives they're destroying.

On top of the 20% profit-share that PE bosses get every year, they also pocket a 2% "management fee" for all the "value" they add to the companies they've taken over.

This is *definitely* a wage. The 20% profit-share at least has an element of risk, but that 2% is guaranteed.

But PE bosses have spent more than a decade booking that 2% wage as a capital gain, using a tax-fraud tactic called "fee waivers." The details of how a fee waiver don't matter because it's all bullshit, like the tale of the needful Greyhound ticket.

All that matters is that a legal fiction allows people earning *eight- or nine-figure salaries* to treat *all* of those wages as capital gains and pay lower rates of tax on them than the janitors who clean their toilets or the workers whose jobs they will annihilate.

Now, the IRS knows all about this. Whistleblowers came forward in 2011 to warn them about it. The Treasury even struck a committee to come up with new rules to fix it.

But Obama failed to make those rules stick, and then Trump put a former tax-cheat enabler in charge of redrafting them. The cheater-friendly rules became law on Jan 5, and handed PE bosses hundreds of millions in savings every year.

https://www.nytimes.com/2021/06/12/business/private-equity-taxes.html

The New York Times report on "fee waivers" goes through the rulemaking history, the technical details of the scam, and the gutting of the IRS, which can no longer afford to audit rich people and now makes its quotas by preferentially auditing low earners who can't afford lawyers.

But former securities lawyer Jerri-Lynn Scofield's breakdown of the Times piece on Naked Capitalism really connects the dots:

https://www.nakedcapitalism.com/2021/06/private-inequity-nyt-examines-how-the-private-equity-industry-avoids-taxes.html

As Scofield and Yves Smith point out, if Biden wanted to do one thing for tax justice, he could abolish preferential treatment for capital gains. If we want a society of makers and doers instead of owners and gamblers, we shouldn't penalize wages and reward rents.

There's an especial urgency to this right now. As the PE bosses themselves admit, they went on a buying spree during the pandemic (they call it "saving American businesses"). Larger and larger swathes of the productive economy are going into the PE meat-grinder.

Worse still, the PE industry has revived its most destructive tactic, the "club deal," whereby PE firms collaborate to take out whole economic sectors in one go:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/05/14/billionaire-class-solidarity/#club-deals

We're at an historic crossroads for tax justice. On the one hand, you have the blockbuster Propublica report on leaked IRS files that revealed that the net tax rate paid by America's billionaires is close to zero.

https://pluralistic.net/2021/06/08/leona-helmsley-was-a-pioneer/#eat-the-rich

This has left the Bootlicker-Industrial Complex in the bizarre position of arguing that anyone who suggests someone who amasses billions of dollars should pay more than $0 in tax is a radical socialist (so far, the go-to tactic is to make performative noises about privacy).

At the same time, the G7 has agreed to an historical tax deal that will see businesses taxed at least 15% on the revenue they make in each country, irrespective of the accounting fictions they use to claim that the profits are being earned in the middle of the Irish Sea.

That deal is historical, but the fact that it's being hailed as curbing corporate power reveals just how distorted our discourse about corporate taxes has become.

As Thomas Piketty writes, self-employed people pay 20-50% tax in countries that will tax the world's wealthiest companies a mere 15%: "For SMEs as well as for the working and middle classes, it is impossible to create a subsidiary to relocate its profits to a tax haven."

Piketty, like Gabriel Zucman, says that EU nations should charge multinationals a minimum of 25%, and like Zucman, he reminds us that the G7 deal does nothing to help the poorest countries in the Global South.

https://www.lemonde.fr/blog/piketty/2021/06/15/the-g7-legalizes-the-right-to-defraud/

These countries and the EU have something in common: they aren't "monetarily sovereign" (that is, they don't issue their own currencies *and* borrow in the currencies they issue).

Sovereign currency issuers (US, UK, Japan, Canada, Australia, etc) don't need to tax in order to pay for programs - first they spend new money into the economy and then they tax it back out again.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/06/10/compton-cowboys/#the-deficit-myth

These countries can run out of stuff to buy in their currency, but they can't run out of the currency itself. Monetarily sovereign countries don't tax to fund their operations.

Rather, they tax to fight inflation (if you spend money into the economy every year but don't take some of it out again through taxation, more and more money will chase the same goods and services and prices will go up).

And just as importantly, monetary sovereigns tax to reduce the spending power - and hence the political power - of the wealthy. The fact that PE bosses had billions of tax-free dollars at their disposal let them spend millions to distort tax policy to legalize fee waivers.

Taxing the money - and hence the power - of wage earners at higher rates than gamblers creates politics that value gambling above work, because gamblers get to spend the winnings they retain on political influence, including campaigns to rig the casino in their favor.

This discredits the whole system, shatters social cohesion and makes it hard to even imagine that we can build a better world - or avert the climate-wracked dystopia on the horizon.

But for Eurozone countries (whose monetary supply is controlled by technocrats at the ECB) and countries of the Global South (whom the IMF has forced into massive debts owed in US dollars, which they can only get by selling their national products), tax is even more urgent.

The US could fund its infrastructure needs just by creating money at the central bank.

EU and post-colonial lands can only fund programs with taxes, so for them, billionaires don't just distort their priorities and corrupt their system - they also starve their societies.

But that doesn't mean that monetary sovereigns can tolerate billionaires and their policy distortions. The UK is monetarily sovereign, in the G7, and its finance minister is briefing to have the City of London's banks exempted from the new tax deal.

https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2021-06-08/u-k-pushes-for-city-of-london-exemption-from-global-tax-deal

Now, the City of London is one of the world's great financial crime-scenes, and its banks are responsible for an appreciable portion of the planet-destabilizing frauds of the past 100 years.

During the Great Financial Crisis AIG used its London subsidiary to commit crimes its US branch couldn't get away with. The City of London was the epicenter of the LIBOR fraud, the Greensill collapse - it's the Zelig of finance crime, the heart of every fraud.

UK Chancellor Rishi Sunak claims banks are already paying high global tax and can't afford to be part of the G7 tax deal. If that was true, it wouldn't change the fact that these banks are too big to jail and anything that shrinks them is a net benefit.

But it's not true.

As the tax justice campaigner Richard Murphy points out, the risk to banks like Barclays adds up to 0.8% of global turnover: "The big deal is that the 15% global minimum tax rate is much too low. Suinak has yet again spectacularly missed the point."

https://www.taxresearch.org.uk/Blog/2021/06/09/how-big-is-the-tax-hit-on-banks-from-the-g7-tax-deal-that-sunak-fears-really-going-to-be/

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oscar-wilde-the-dog · 4 years ago

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Never Settle

Matthew Fairchild x Reader

Summary: Reader shows up at Matthew’s door in the middle of the night

Word Count: 1.4k words

Taking a deep breath you raise your hand to the door of flat six of Whitby Mansions, knocking twice. You shouldn’t be here, you think, if anyone saw you you’d be ruined. Your family would likely disown you, but you didn’t know where else to go.

Swaying a little, you grab a hold of the door frame with one hand, your other clutching your aching heart. Your eyes were swollen, but your tears had stopped flowing some time ago. You could not bear to think about what had happened earlier that night.

You had been having a pleasant evening with your partner, Peter, at your family home. Your parents had joined you two for dinner and then left you alone to speak privately. You had been courting for months. Everyone had been telling you he was going to propose soon, and with your father’s not so subtle wink to your partner as he left the room, you had been convinced it was going to happen tonight. Once both your parents were out of the dining room, you looked towards your partner expecting him to be nervous or excited, but instead he was looking straight at you a stoic expression across his face. You automatically knew the rest of the night would not turn out how you had expected it, but you couldn’t prepare yourself for the words that came out of his mouth.

Before you could continue down your thought spiral, the door swung open revealing your best friend Matthew Fairchild. He wore only emerald green pajama bottoms made from silk, his chest was bare and his muscular arms were on display.

“Y/n what’s wrong?” His voice brought your attention to his face. He looked bewildered to find you at his doorstep. You had never been one to break rules, whether clave or societal, so it surprised him to see you, especially at this hour. No young lady should be out at nearly 2 a.m.

You opened your mouth “I-,” but before you could explain tears welled up in your eyes and and your throat closed as a sob racked your body. You moved your hands to cover your face, trying to hide your pitiful state.

Another sob came out before you felt Matthew’s soft hands pulling you into the flat and into his chest. His arms wrapped around you a second later as you continued weeping. You removed your hands from your face, burying it into his bare chest as your arms clutched around him.

Matthew stroked your hair whispering calming words to you as he closed the door and walked the two of you to the couch in his drawing room. He unwrapped your arms from around him and lightly pushed you to sit down. Your tears had slowed and your breathing was becoming more normal.

“Would you like some tea? I’ve recently learned how to use the kettle,” Matthew asks, trying to lighten the mood, walking through the door and across the hallway into his bedroom. Before you respond he comes back in the drawing room, now wearing a matching green pajama shirt and a concerned look in his eyes.

“No, thank you, Matthew.” You start taking a deep breath glancing at your lap where your hands are gripping each other.

“Something must definitely be wrong then, you turning down tea? Almost as shocking as the time Oscar got out and came back wearing a different bow tie than when he had left!” Matthew joked going to pour you a glass of water from the decanter on the mantle instead.

“I’m sorry for waking you I didn’t know who else to go to.” You let out a choked laugh looking up into his deep green eyes. He stares at you a moment before walking towards you.

“Drink this,” he says handing you the glass, “It will help with the hangover tomorrow.” You widen your eyes in response, shakily grabbing the cup from his hands.

“I did not realize you could tell I have been drinking,” you glance away taking a small sip of the water. The sip making you realize how thirsty you’ve become and you down the rest.

“I am an alcohol connoisseur, love. Of course I’d know you’re drunk.”

“I am not-"

“Yes, you are drunk y/n. And that’s okay, because you are here now and safe, thank Raziel, but what did he do? What did Peter do to make you think it was okay to get drunk and walk around the streets of London?” Matthew says exasperation clear in his voice.

“Math how do you know Peter did something?” You scrunch your brows together. You had not told anyone except your parents that you were no longer together, but not even they knew what he had said to you. You did not wish for them to see you in the same way, so when they thought you had gone to bed after crying yourself to sleep, you climbed out your window and scaled the side of your home. You glamoured yourself as you walked through the streets of London and found your way to the Devil Tavern. There, you sat at the bar and drank until you could not feel anymore, the barmaid, Polly, feeding you cheap spirits with no questions asked. You frequented the Devil Tavern often with your group of friends, but it was odd for you to show up unattended and request drinks until you did not know your own name. She did not question your intentions which you were thankful for, but when you stood up to leave she tried to convince you stay in the room your friends had upstairs. You ignored her saying you needed to see your best friend and left, stumbling through the streets of London to get to Marylebone.

“Because, y/n, he’s a piece of shit and it was only a matter of time before he was going to hurt you!” Matthew raises his voice throwing his arms up. “Why else would you be at my door at two in the morning, clutching your heart and crying your eyes out?” He rhetorically asks raising a hand to run through his hair while the other goes to his hip. “I’m sorry, but you know it’s true!”

“He said he did not love me.” You whisper closing your eyes, trying to prevent more tears from falling out.

“He’s an ass, y/n/n. He didn’t deserve you, he never did. How could he not love you? You’re the most lovable person in the world,” Matthew continues, shaking his head and waving his hands around, not realizing you had started to cry again. “I will murder him, well I might get James to do it because you know how I am about murder, but we will end him so help me- Hey, no, don’t cry y/n, it will be okay.” Matthew notices your body shaking and moves to sit next you. He gently pulls you into his chest, gathering your trembling hands in his.

“He said that I am a bitch and no one will ever love me.” You let out through your sobs, leaning further into Matthew. He holds on to you tighter, kissing the top of your head lightly.

“Well, he is entirely wrong.” He says after a few minutes of just your crying filling the silence.

“What- what do you mean?” You stutter out. Looking up at his face. His golden hair a mess on top of his head. His deep green eyes poring into your own.

“I have loved you since the day you stumbled into my life and I will love you until the day you stumble out of it, and after that I will still love you.” Matthew whispers cupping your face in his hand that’s not around your body. Your eyes begin to swell with fresh tears, but tears of pure happiness this time.

“I love you too, Math. I was settling with him, but I’ve always wanted you.” You exclaim. It was true, you had always longed for the man sitting next to you, but you were too nervous to make the first move. Over time you gave up on your feelings and turned to Peter to fill the space. Now, in Matthew’s arms, you wished you had confessed years ago and saved yourself this heartache.

“Never settle y/n.” Matthew murmurs before his lips crash into yours. The feeling was like nothing you had experienced before. Previously it was always as if you were making out with the ground, but with Matthew you were kissing the spark that makes your heart beat. You were glowing with the love and emotions going through the two of you. You never wanted this to end, you never wanted to settle for less ever again.

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moonlit-mizukage · 4 years ago

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Chapter Fifteen: 1am Joyride

Summary: Y/l/n Y/n, a third year at Sakura High School, is just a girl with a bad attitude towards anyone outside her small circle. When y/n’s younger sister starts first year, she gains a lot of attention. Unfortunately for everyone in school, the Y/l/n household has one rule, No dating till y/n does. Some people become just desperate enough to pay the leader of the “Monsters”, the trouble making group on campus, to date y/n. What will happen when she finds out? (All characters aged up to third year unless otherwise stated)

TW: Swearing, mentions of violence, implied past abuse, parents not loving their children, abandonment, foster care, jail, death

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Word Count: 1.2K

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Y/N POV

I heard the rev of Tendou’s motorbike outside my window. I grabbed my jacket and Climbed out my open window. I took the lightest steps I could around and passed Mei’s window. I grabbed the tree and started to climb down. I walked up to Tendou.

“You look hot when you are angry babe.”

“Gross, let’s just get out of here.” I grabbed the helmet from his hands as I climbed on the back.

We rode down the rural neighbourhoods of the city. I never felt more relaxed than I did in that moment, my arms wrapped around him, the wind blowing on my body as we rode off. I wanted this moment to last. We soon stopped as Tendou reached for his helmet.

“This is my thinking spot. It’s usually quiet this time of night.” I took my helmet off and stepped off the bike.

“I didn’t expect you to be of all people to need a thinking spot. Though you just Monster listed them.”

“Unfortunately there's things the Monsters can’t always help with.” The atmosphere around him seemed to change to somewhat of a depressing vibe.

“I really liked being on the bike. I didn’t even notice we ended up going up a hill to this lookout point.”

“I knew you’d be distracted once you got to touch me.” He said with a wink as he pulled me into his arms. Our lips almost touched as he whispered. “Everytime I see you, you get more beautiful.”

“Gross.” I whispered back as we both went in for a kiss..

Tendou’s phone startled us as he pulled away.

“What is it?” He asked as he answered the phone. A few minutes of silence passed.

“No, I am at the lookout point. Can’t he just lie like he always does?” A deep sigh came from him as he heard the response.

“Just give him my special stash and tell him to give it to her only if she won't come back. Shes a fucking bitch anyways. No one is at a loss by this. What’s a few couple hundred to get a forever problem solved?” Tendou laughed at whoever was on the other side of the phone and hung up.

“Sorry Y/n. Monster shit never stops when Teru”s one time hook ups won’t stop coming back.”

“I don’t understand why you covered his ass. He’s going to act like a pig. He should deal with it on his own.” I slapped a hand over my mouth “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

“I know you aren’t the only one who sees it that way but Teru and Mad have been here for me always. We used to be little brats back in our elementary days too. Teru was actually a Quiet little devil at first. I do admit we definitely have opposite opinions on girls' purpose. He did watch his mom go through boys every other day some new guy railing her in the kitchen when he got home from school. His mom told him if the sex isn’t an 10 then they are not worth it”

“How would he even know what a 10 is?’’

“I think he just does it to feel some kind of connection to a girl. In hope’s to find ‘The one’, he just wants to be loved and accepted by someone. He knows he's got us but he’s never felt loved by his mom, doesn’t even know who his dad is.”

“I had no idea, I feel terrible now” I said back to him. He pulled me closer to him again as he rested on the rail.

“He’s honestly such a good guy. All four of them are. Mad gets in a lot of fights because that's all he knew his entire childhood from his 3 older brothers used to fight him. His dad was about the same in that sense too. The reason he always punches instead of thinks before he acts is that is what he's been taught. He moved out of his house at 16 after we got some income and met the other two. Started to raise some hell in our school you know?”

“It makes sense why he always tries to fight everyone then.”I said back.

“Hanamaki though is a rich kid whose parents would rather pretend he doesn’t exist. He lived with his grandma on the other side of Tokyo till she passed away in the last year of middle school. Now they buy him whatever he wants while they live who knows where in the world. Him and Matsukawa have been friends since elementary though, Matsun even followed him to Highschool cause he got expelled the last day of school for setting a classroom on fire smoking too close to some curtains. Matsukawa though also didn’t have a good upbringing. His mom left him at 2 years old outside a random house with a note saying she never wanted him. It took 4 years for him to find his father, by then the kid already had some damage because of the system. His dad worked too much to see it for himself though. That just made his choice to move in with Maki much easier for him. That's how we all kinda met though, our broken homes.” Tendou finished, as he turned away and looked out at the view.

“What’s your story Satori?” I asked him.

“My father’s in jail, my mother is dead.”

“Holy shit, I am so sorry Satori.”

“I spent most of my childhood jumping from foster home to foster home. I was a demon spawn though. Always making sure they would move me around. Getting my nickname Guess Monster cause no one knew what I would do next. I live with my grandma now.” He said.

“I am sorry I always called you the second biggest asshole on earth. I had no idea.” He just laughed knowing I meant Oikawa as number one.

“And how about you y/n? What’s your story?”

“Um, my mom left us for a guy in Paris when I was young. I was basically raising Mei as my child, with my father being a doctor he's usually never home. Well till I started dipping on her for Oikawa. Now she hates my guts and my father spoils her so much cause he feels bad about missing out so much.”

“Wait Oikawa? I thought you always hated him” He said. I began to explain to him the same story I had told Mei earlier the night. “I always knew he was a piece of shit.”

“If only Mei did. That’s why we fought too.” Tendou pulled me in closer again. He smiled at me as he gave his signature smile.

“It’s nice to have someone to trust outside of my circle again.” He pulled me into a passionate kiss….

The night continued for a bit longer as he brought me back home once again. I got off his bike and looked down at him as he took his helmet off and stood up.

“Satori.”

“Yes Y/n?”

“You were right, I did fall for you.” With that I placed a passionate kiss on his lips again. I pulled away and turned around to begin to climb back into my house...

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murderousginger · 4 years ago

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She’s A God

Peaky blinder fic Tommy x reader

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Warnings: Sass. Alcohol. They’re criminals guys, they do bad things.

Word count: 4,183

You often kept your head down at the office, typing up your work as a secretary in the Shelby Company Limited. You knew the kind of people you worked for and didn't want blue eyes interested in you unless it was an offhand comment on a good job on a task.

One such pair of eyes passed you on the way to his office with a murmur of your name and the same as he passed Lizzie, whose desk was directly in front of his door. Tommy Shelby was very polite and quiet in the office, unlike his brothers.

"Good morning, Mr. Shelby," you said back as you ducked your head.

You dressed modestly in hopes to be overlooked, unlike some of the other women that were employed there. You would see their hungry eyes on Peaky men and the hope that they would catch attention. Sometimes they did. Moments spent in offices would occur before they were all but patted on the ass and sent back to their seats, their satisfied faces would turned back to their work. You never faulted those women but you weren't one for a tryst, especially one that could endanger you.

Today, you let your mind wander as you typed your work. Today, Tommy Shelby had placed invitations to his housewarming party on all of the desks in the office.

Everyone knew the Shelby family history like it was Small Heath lore.

From a young age, Tommy had decided he didn't believe in God. As a small boy with a hungry family, a dead mother, and a runaway father, he concluded pretty quickly that even if there was a God, he stopped stepping into Small Heath long before Tommy was born.

Polly had taken the Shelby siblings in to raise when she was young and had a small family of her own. She ruled the house over the Shelby children and her own two with an iron voice and a quick hand. She worked while her husband drank away their money and she often put herself between him and the children when he decided to become violent. She had worked tirelessly to feed and clothe the kids, pushing them to get through as much schooling as they could in hopes for a better life. She stayed strong when her husband died, and fought to keep the kids and raise eight children by herself. She lost her children but managed to keep the Shelby's close.

She watched Tommy, Arthur and John work together to start the Peaky Blinders and provide protection for pay to Small Heath businesses. She sewed in the first razorblades into the boys caps, overseeing their attempts at replicating her work when they needed more for the neighborhood boys they recruited.

She watched Arthur, then Tommy, then John, all enlist and leave for France, once bright boys with mischief in their eyes and dreams in their heads come back from war scarred, tempered, and broken. She hesitantly released the Peaky Blinders leadership to Tommy, slipping between soldier and advisor when it suited her.

Everyone knew that Tommy Shelby might not have thought to fear God, but he feared his Aunt Polly.

During your employment, you noticed that fear translated rather easily to respect of strong, intelligent women now he was an adult. It's not that Tommy disrespected women he didn't find intelligent, it was more that he shook them off once they lost their usefulness. Pretty women were to be looked at but rarely stayed around. Weak women were quickly discarded if they came around at all. The Shelby's were not known to be sensitive. But an intelligent woman? She was worth her weight in gold if she could be trusted.

Few outside of direct family were trusted. Wives -- if they lived long enough and proved helpful at family meetings -- and for a reason you did not understand, Lizzie Stark.

You and Lizzie were friendly enough to each other. Not exactly best friends, but you would both take lunch together and enjoy each other's company from time to time. Too many women were jealous of Lizzie because of the moments she was called into Tommy's office and the shades were drawn.

You pitied her. Not because of what she agreed to do with Tommy Shelby behind closed doors, but because you weren't sure the man had a heart that would ever open to a woman. You noticed the glances Lizzie would give him from time to time, and you felt for her.

"Are you coming to Tommy's housewarming tonight?"

You jumped, shaken from the thoughts in your head, and saw Lizzie sitting on the edge of your desk looking down at you expectantly.

"I'm not sure…" you trailed.

"Come with me, please!" Lizzie smiled, touching your shoulder. "It'll be a night of a free meal and flowing alcohol. We can take a car together. It'll be fun!"

"Are you not staying?" You immediately blushed as Lizzie shrunk back, her face pinched at the question. "No! Not like that. It's just… I wasn't sure if you would stay the night."

You tried to backtrack, to soften your question.

"No, no, I know," Lizzie said with a soft smile as she shook off your comment. "I'm not staying. He's… not been visiting."

She let the comment hang before her eyes lit up again and she grabbed your hand.

"Though we both could stay. He's got plenty of rooms and offered refuge for anyone that comes and has a little too much fun."

"I'm not sure…" you looked back at your work and then back to Lizzie.

"Have a little fun once in your life," she goaded. "You're always so serious and proper. Relax a little."

"I guess if it's one night," you said, nervously eyeing your work. You let go of her and resumed typing. Lizzie laughed and got off of the corner of your desk, pointing to you.

"Wear a nice dress," she said. "I'll be in a car to get you this evening. We'll go together. It'll be fun."

You smiled and nodded. It wasn't that you didn't want to have fun. You were just wound up tighter than most. And although you lived in Small Heath your entire life, the Blinders were something you were leery of.

You were used to being overlooked. You were comfortable that way. You weren't looking for attention and definitely didn't want it from men that were known to be dangerous. They might not be violent toward women on the streets but there were plenty of beaten wives behind closed doors in Birmingham and you wanted no part. You cared little for a husband. Your goal was independence.

You took this job to remove yourself from your father's household. After years of him coming back from the factory or more typically The Garrison to beat you and your mother, you finally had enough. After a short time of saving, you bought board at a house and began to save what you could toward your own cottage. These were modern times and you put everything into being a modern woman.

But one night wouldn't hurt your plans, and you had an idea on exactly which dress to wear.

----

You went home a mix between excited and worried. Your head raced with thoughts of who all would come, what would be served, would you catch someone's eye? Did you want to? How many blinders would be mixed into the crowd? Would it be dangerous? What if it was boring?

You smoothed your dress as you looked into the mirror and assessed your reflection. The flowy sage dress was covered in antique gold lace and made you feel divine. The green silk fabric made up the shift and the delicate lace covered the green fabric and your arms with sheer long sleeves. The dress itself stopped halfway up your calves, leaving a little skin and plenty of space to see your simple heels.

You had coveted it the moment you saw it in the window and bought it against your better judgement. One nice thing wouldn't hurt the goal of a cottage, you reasoned at the time. It was the nicest dress you had ever owned and now you had a reason to wear it.

Lizzie arrived in a car outside your building and all but pulled you out of your door when you answered it, laughing as you fought back to close the door behind you.

"Come on, (Y/N)," she laughed. "We can't be late. All the fun will be over."

You giggled as you both stumbled down your stairs and toward the car. You gawked at how short Lizzie's burgundy dress was, nearly above her knee, when you both sat down in the back seat. She smiled slyly as she noticed you look.

"Do you like it?" She asked, pulling on the beading. "I'm told it's the newest fashion in London."

Lizzie's smile fell as you looked between your dress and hers, biting your lip.

"Your dress is gorgeous, too," she said as her smile widened and she dipped her head to meet your eyes. "Tonight's all a bit of fun. There will be all types of people in all types of dress. I bet you anything Shelly will be wearing something scandalous in attempts to gain Arthur's eye."

You both laughed. You nodded as you took her hand.

"Or Mrs. May in something frumpy and terribly sized as she glares at the rest of us," you add, earning new fits of laughter.

"Ladies of this age have no respect for themselves," Lizzie mocked, her voice low and raspy. "You all look like you should be on your back near the canal."

"She would know, wouldn't she?" You snorted. "Acts like no one knew who she was before her marriage. Mum said she used to work the docks. Now she helps the church on Sundays."

Lizzie rolled her eyes.

"I'll never understand women that can't accept their own past," she said.

"That's why I appreciate you," you smiled, bumping her shoulder. "You don't pretend you're something that you're not."

"I'll leave the pretending for the rich folk," she mused as she leaned back on you. "Thank you for not being as judgmental as some of the other girls are."

You shrugged.

"Not my place to judge."

----

The house was massive. You both audibly gasped as you turned into his drive and saw the house at the end of it. There was so much land. The driver entered the circle drive with the other cars, waiting until he reached the peak to stop for a young man to open the door and take Lizzie's hand. Another rounded the car and opened the door for you, tilting his flat cap with a "ma'am" as you allowed him to help you out of the car.

You took his arm with a murmured thanks and he led you to the door. You and Lizzie both stood in the entryway wide-eyed as the chandelier glowed above you. There were already dozens of guests and more poured in behind you. Some were people you knew from work, while others had the signature cap, and even more were strangers dressed in far nicer clothes than yours. You started to grow uneasy in the chaos.

Lizzie took your arm in hers and urged you to move forward, taking two glasses off of a tray and thrusting one into your hands.

"Smile," she laughed, sipping her own drink. "This is a night to relax."

You nod numbly, downing your drink to calm your nerves. You hear Lizzie burst into laughter beside you as the bubbles fill your head.

Soon enough, Thomas Shelby appeared and everyone hushed, turning their attention to the man that had invited them all. He stood in a doorway, smile tight as he tried to scan the room to look at everyone and no one.

"Welcome, everyone, to my humble abode," Tommy said, eliciting chuckles around the room. "Without you, my business partners, family, and employees, I would not have been able to get this far. If you follow me to the dining room, we'll all have a lovely dinner that my new chef made special for tonight. If it's not to taste, well, he's new."

Everyone laughed and clapped as he turned around, leading everyone to a massive dining room that had a table to fit all of the guests.

You held onto Lizzie's arm as you both wandered into the room and sat near the middle of the table near some of the other secretaries that came. As you all sat down, maids rushed in with silver platters, first serving Tommy at the head of the table and slowly spreading plates down the sides to his guests. You thanked her as she placed some sort of chicken meal in front of you.

"Do you think this is Italian or French?" Shelly, who had indeed decided to wear something scandalous, murmured at you.

"I'd imagine Italian," you murmured back.

Arthur stood up from his seat at the opposite end of the table and raised his glass.

"Before we eat, I wanted to raise a glass to my brother," he sounded over the crowd. "For always taking care of us. Now you have something for yourself as well. To Tommy!"

Everyone raised their glasses and toasted before they started in on the food.

The dinner itself was nice and the food was delicious. You talked amongst the other people around you, mostly the secretaries and a few odd people that had intermingled with the girls. You watched the room quietly but tried to keep your head bowed.

"I think the boss is watching you," Shelly hissed at your side as she nudged you. "He looks away in his conversation but looks over to you at times."

"Surely not," you said, taking a drink from your glass and casually looking over to Lizzie and the end of the table. "I'm next to Lizzie. He's just looking at her."

"I know he's not looking at me," she fumed.

"Perhaps you should act less eager," you monotoned. Shelly scoffed and rolled her eyes.

The thought would not leave your head once it was said, and you grew increasingly nervous. As Tommy stood and asked everyone to meet in another room for drinks and celebrating, you rose with everyone else but felt your throat constrict. As you exited the dining room you nudged Lizzie.

"I think I'm going to find a room and take a breath for a moment," you smiled weakly as she looked at you with concern. "I'm fine, really. The crowd is just working my nerves. I'll take a breath and be right out to join you for another drink."

"As long as you're fine," she smiled and patted your hand. "Come find me when you need me."

"Of course," you smiled as you slipped the opposite way of the crowd and opened a random door in the hallway.

You entered what looked like a study room, but twice the size of most that you had seen before. You eyed the library of books to the left of the desk that sat in front of a massive window that overlooked the black night outside.

You took a deep breath and walked toward the bookshelf, running your fingers around the bindings and reading the names. Your nerves started to calm right before you heard the door handle rattle.

Tommy Shelby opened the door to the study and you both froze as you locked eyes. Shock and confusion shadowed his face until he cleared his throat and softly closed the door behind him. He turned back to you with a blank face. You stood frozen beside his bookshelf next to his desk.

"Would you like a whiskey, (Y/N)?" He asked as he rounded the room. "Or have you had plenty already? In vino veritas and all that."

He reached the decant of whiskey across the room from you and brought out two glasses.

"I don't normally drink, Mr. Shelby," you said shakily. "But since you are my host, thank you."

"You don't care for alcohol?" He asked, his back to you as he poured.

"It makes people do stupid things, in my opinion," you answered. "Nemo mortalium omnibus horis sapit."

Tommy froze and sat the decanter down, slowly turning to you with his brows gathered between his eyes.

"What was that?" He said as his head cocked at you.

You shifted uncomfortably as you leaned back on his desk to steady yourself.

"It means: 'Of mortal men, none is wise at all times,'" you breathed out as you mirrored his surprised expression. "Did you quote a language without knowing it?"

He licked his lip as he watched you closely, his expression fading back to neutral. He turned to pick up the glasses and squared his body back to you, leaning on the shelf behind him.

"Latin is old," he said. "I only know a few phrases."

"Perhaps you should know a language before you use it," you said before blushing at your boldness. "Sorry, Mr. Shelby. That was forward."

You watched him fight to keep his expressions under the tranquil stillness of his blank face, but his eyes showed a storm raging in his brain.

"Forward," he agreed, "but not entirely wrong. 'Lupus non timet canem lantrantem.'"

You laughed at his fumbling of words and quieted when you noticed his eyes harden.

"A wolf might not have to fear a barking dog, Mr. Shelby," you said, gathering the courage you felt rising in your chest as you walked to your boss and lifted the glass of whiskey from his hand. "Auribus teneo lupum. But I seem to be holding a wolf by the ears."

You walked back to your spot and leaned on his desk again. You felt his eyes roam your body as you walked back, and it gave you another shot of courage as you sipped the whiskey.

"I didn't know you were a whore, (Y/N)," he said as he took a drink. "And a learned whore at that. Really should be paying you more as a secretary with that on your resume."

"I'm not a whore."

"Then why are you in my office, eh?" he taunted, running his tongue along the edge of his glass. "I was told I had a whore waiting for me tonight. Want to fuck?"

"I'm not that easy, Mr. Shelby."

"You came tonight with Lizzie, didn't you?" He asked. "You share one occupation but not the other?"

"I've never found a need great enough to do so," you scoffed. "Someone left you misinformed."

He chuckled.

"So you don't drink excessively, you aren't a whore -- let me guess, you're also a good girl that doesn't gamble?" Tommy eyed you carefully as he lit a cigarette from his breast pocket and inhaled it. "Catholic?"

"I don't bet on fixed races," you said, lowering your eyes as you said it. "I'm not particularly a believer of God. But from my understanding, neither are you."

"All men find religion between a woman's legs," he retorted, a smile spreading across his face as you squirmed. You hummed acknowledgement as you glared at him.

"Morals don't do well in this company," he mused, watching every twitch of movement you made under his gaze. "The only moral I ask for from my employees is loyalty to me."

"I've managed fine," you said. "Not everyone is made for the thick of your businesses."

"Right you are," he hummed. "Only the ambitious."

"Qui totum vult totum perdit," your voice cut through the air. "He who wants everything loses everything."

Tommy squinted at you as his jaw ticked, taking his time to roll the cigarette across his lips.

"Are you from a rich family, (Y/N)?"

"God no," you barked a laugh. "My father comes home from The Garrison every night. Born and raised in Small Heath, sir."

He visibly relaxed in front of you. His shoulders slouched, but his eyes were still sharp and calculating.

"Call me Tommy," he shrugged 'sir' off like he was removing dust from a coat. "Work is done. You're my guest. So tell me, how did you come about learning latin then, eh?"

"I've used the library since I was small, sir-- Tommy," you shrugged and watched his eyes light up.

He covered the crook of a smile by putting his cigarette back to his mouth for another inhale.

"Small Heath doesn't have a library," he said as he exhaled the smoke, his eyes sharpening as he took a step forward. "Never had the funding."

"I know," you said, biting your lip. "On my free days I walk to Deritend to use their library."

"Quite a walk, isn't it?" He hummed as he took a step closer.

"Yes, but it makes for a nice day," you shifted in place. "I usually use a little money for lunch and stay til dinner."

"Stay all day in a library?" Tommy smiled and ran a finger over his lip before he let out the smoke. "Shouldn't that make you a teacher instead of a typist for a dirty company?"

You flushed but refused to let your head dip, even though you desperately wanted to cower from the man in front of you. He was weighing you. Tommy Shelby was used to people cowering. You wouldn't give him the pleasure. Not after he already tried demeaning you.

"Teaching requires certificates," you said simply. "I only saved money for one, so typing it was. I like to learn. Keeps my brain busy. Besides," your lip curled at the edge, "I was never fond of helping those that didn't want to better themselves."

"Self taught can go far around here," he said more to himself than you. "Whatever your reason for sneaking into my study, how would you like to be a tutor?"

"To you?" Your eyebrow quirked as you stifled your amusement.

"My youngest brother, Finn," Tommy said evenly as he shot you a warning look. "He's getting older and I'd like for him to join the business, but reading has never been his sport. If you can get him up to speed, I'll pay you for the time."

"I'm not sure" you drawled, eyes scanning the office as you tried to quickly think of a way out of the deal.

"The money will be cash, from me," he said, taking another step toward you. He was nearly beside you now. "No need to add it to business expenses or worry about taxes. Just a nice bit of pocket change. You can use it to buy yourself more pretty dresses, eh?"

How eyes dipped to your dress and back to your face. Your eyes widened as your brows dropped and you glared at the man once his words sunk into your bones. You stood up straight and raised your chin.

"Although I appreciate you think this dress is pretty, I have far better ways to spend money, Mr. Shelby," you gritted between your teeth. "I would think the nephew of Polly Gray wouldn't be so flippant with a woman, especially when he's asking her a favor."

"And I would not expect a woman under my employment to backtalk me," he said amused. "What is your goal in life, then, sweetheart? If pretty dresses aren't what you teach yourself Latin for."

You bubbled with anger and fought the words down that wanted to spew from your mouth.

"You may be my employer, but I will find another if you think I'll allow verbal abuse," you said stiffly. "Perhaps you're so polite and quiet in the office because otherwise you would lose your workforce."

He crossed the remaining distance between you in a stride. You leaned back until you were practically sitting on his desk. His face was inches from yours.

"I didn't get to where I am today by being a gentleman when words don't get my way," he growled as he curled his fingers around your neck.

"I know what you are," you said and felt his hand wrap tighter around your throat until it took effort to raise your voice.

"And what is that?"

"You don't seem the type in want of a partner," you whispered as you licked your lips and tried to keep eye contact. "You wouldn't force a girl because you don't need to. This is just to scare me. Because you want to. Because you like it."

Tommy chuckled darkly as his eyes looked from your eyes to your lips.

"Have any latin phrases in your mind now?"

"Dulce periculum," you said. "Danger is sweet."

"That it is, (Y/N)," he said as he caressed your cheek with his other hand. "You can start tutoring Finn tomorrow after your shift. You can use my office if you'd like."

"Yes, Mr. Shelby," you tone as he let go of your neck.

You never knew you could feel so numb but so electric at the same time. Tommy chuckled, lifting your chin until you met his eyes again.

"I said call me Tommy, sweetheart."

Part 2

#peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby #polly gray #lizzie stark

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underoosweb · 4 years ago

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Salvation ch.13

Peter Parker x Fem!reader

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Happy smiled at the teens in front of him,

“Alright, now we just got to find out where your friends are.”

Y/N rolled her eyes

“I know how, give me your phone.” Happy handed his phone over

“What’s your password?” Y/N asked

“Password.”

“Exactly, what’s your pass-“

“No..I’m.. my password is password.” Y/N stared blankly at her uncle

“Happy, you’re the head of security and your password is password?” Peter said with an amusing tone in his voice

“Yeah, I don't feel good about it either.” Happy said hastily, Y/N snickered

“If dad was here, he would roll his eyes and sigh in disappointment.” Happy laughed

Y/N pulled up Flash’s Instagram

“Oh thank god, Flash never disappoints”

Ello, governor! Cup of tea for you? I'mma be in London soon. Flash’s voice came through the phone.

“They're in London.” Peter confirmed

“London? Okay.” Happy clapped his hands together, making his way to the front of the jet. Peter stood looking around

“You alright?” Y/N asked

“Yeah. I need a suit.” Peter looked over at Happy

Happy turns, with a bit of a grin on his face.

“Suit?” Happy turns again and walks forward, pressing buttons on the ceiling. One of Tony’s secret compartments opens behind Peter. The two turn and make eye contact, Peter smiling, then he turns back toward the compartment and moves toward it. Another small compartment opens as Peter stares at it. A small metal pad descends from a part of the ceiling, and Peter puts his hand on it. Blue lights appear, and he steps back. Y/N stares at Peter.

“Okay, um... bring up everything you have on Spider-Man.”

Y/N smiles. He reminds her of him

“What should I do?” She asks, turning to look at Happy.

“You’re gonna be with me this time.” Happy told Y/N

“But..”

“We gotta help your friends get to safety.”

Peter scrolls through the holograms that pop up as Happy and Y/N watch.

“Yeah, open that. Okay. No, no, no…”

Peter turns around with a holographic web shooter and notices Happy and Y/N watching him

“What?” Peter asked, smiling

Y/N shakes her head

“Nothing. You take care of the suit, I'll take care of the music.” Happy smiled and made his way back to the front of the jet

Happy presses a few more buttons and her dad’s favorite song ‘Back in Black’ plays through the speakers.

“Oh, I love Led Zeppelin!” Peter said confidentiality, while flipping his wrench in the air

Y/N’s eyes widened and she muffled her laugh

“Umm.. Peter?” Peter turned to her with doe eyes

“Yeah?” She smiled and shook her head

“Never mind.”

The plane takes off from the field and Peter expands a hologram of the Spider-Man suit

“Okay, can you pull up my web-shooters?”

A hologram of the web-shooter appears, and Peter pulls out a small part.

“Isolate the taser webs and reconfigure and boost the voltage to a factor of... 25 percent, and give me complete manual control over detonation.”

Y/N sat next to Happy,

“You know..” Happy looked over at the young teen

“Yeah?”

“You don’t have to blame yourself.”

“What?” Y/N asked

“For your dad, you don’t have to blame yourself. Tony made his choice. There was nothing you could do.”

“I could’ve done it. I should have..”

“He wouldn’t have let you, when you disappeared, he was devastated, wouldn’t eat, sleep, he was just a living corpse, he worked day in and day out to figure out how to get you back. I don’t think he could go through with losing you again.” Y/Ns eyes filled with tears

“He really did try to love and raise the best he could.”

“I know.” Y/N met Happy’s eyes

“I feel like Peter feels the same way, he blames himself too.”

“I know.”

“Uncle Happy..”

“Yeah?”

“It’ll get better right?”

“Eventually.” Happy gave a small reassuring smile. Y/N nodded and changed the subject

“You know..”

“What?” Happy asked

“Eventually, you’re going to have to talk to Peter about you and May right?” Happy choked

“Can’t keep hiding Uncle Happy.” Y/N laughed

“I’m glad you found someone though.” Y/N looked down at her hands twiddling with her thumbs. Happy's hand covered hers

“I’m glad you have someone as well, your dad would be happy and a bit dramatic to see you, his first baby, dating.” Y/N laughed

“Yeah, I could see it now. Hands off my daughter, OK new rules, no touching, no kissing, you know what just stay about 20 no 50 feet apart.” Y/N said mimicking her dad, Happy laughed.

“He also definitely wouldn’t allow sleepovers anymore, not only that he would probably send Morgan with us on every date as a spy. He’d bribe her with cheeseburgers and ice cream.”

“Yeah, he would.” Peter looked over at the two

“We should call Fury and give me a head ups” Peter said

“Right, a coded message.” Happy begins to call Fury.

“What?” Nick answers annoyed

“Uh... Happy here. Happy Hogan here.”

“I know. What do you want?”

“Over at Mr. Stark’s, going through his belongings. Apparently, there was a surfboard that you left behind.”

“What?”

“People over there said they didn’t think Nick Fury was a surfer, but I said: “Appearances can be deceiving.”

“It’s not mine. And don’t ever call this number again.” Fury hangs up

“Is he ever happy?”

“Nope.” Y/N shrugs and pulls up Flash’s live again.

“They look like they’re having fun. After this we definitely need an actual vacation.” Y/N mumbled as Happy made his way towards Peter

“Okay. Fury’s got the coded message. Your friends are at the Tower Bridge.”

“Okay.”

“Your boy called it the London Bridge, but I figured it out. We’re going to scoop them up, okay?”

“Yeah.” Peter nodded

“We’re close.” Happy said

“We’re close.” Peter and Y/N confirmed

“How’s the suit comin’?” Y/N asked

“Almost done.”

“Good.” Y/N turned her attention back to the phone

“Wait, wait, whoa, whoa. Before you go…” Peter whispered to Happy

Peter looked over at Y/N to make sure she wasn’t paying attention to them and pulled out her necklace

“If something happens to me, could you please give this to her?” Peter hands the necklace to Happy but Happy refuses it

“You’re gonna make it back. You’ll give it to her yourself. ‘Kay? You got this.”

“I got this.” Peter nodded, putting the necklace back in his suit, Y/N stood and made her way towards them.

“Now walk us through it.”

Peter takes a deep breath “Ok, we know it’s illusion tech, right?”

“Mhm.” Y/N and Happy nod

“All I have to do is get on the inside of the illusion, then I can take it down, find him, and he’s just a guy, so I can take E.D.I.T.H. right back.”

“Right, but last time, we got hit by a train. And we sort of had a mental breakdown” Y/N said

“True, but this time… how do I explain this? Uh… I have like a sixth sense.”

Happy snapped his finger “The Peter-tingle. That’s what you’re talking about, right?”

Y/N choked back a laugh

“I thought it was called spidey sense, but Peter- tingle is cute”

Peter looked visibly annoyed by the mention of it . It’s clear that Aunt May told Happy about the Peter-tingle.

“May…” Peter whispered annoyed

“It’s not working, though. I heard it wasn’t working right now. Is it?” Happy asked

“It is working. Well, I don’t… I don’t know if it’s working…”

“Good, so you got the Peter-tingle. That’s the plan. I’m gonna go get your friends. You get that Peter-tingle back online.”

Happy runs back to the front of the ship

“You have to believe in yourself, if you want your Peter-tingle to work.” Peter groaned as Y/N smiled.

“I got this. I got this.” Peter mumbled, Y/N grabbed Peter’s face, her hands on his warm cheeks, she smiled reassuringly

“You got this, spider boy.” Y/N placed a kiss on his cheek. Peter nodded and blushed, Happy watched the whole thing happen, he wanted nothing more than to embarrass them and say he caught them in the act but he just shook his head and smiled. Peter headed towards the jet door

“Hey Peter,”

“Yeah?”

“Make sure you come back to me.” Peter smiled

“I promise.” Y/N nodded, walking back to the front of the jet.

“All right, comms check. Can you hear me, kid?”

Peter was on the outside plane

“Can you hear me? Y/N asked as well

“Yeah, I can. It’s just a little loud out here.”

“I like the new suit.”

“He look-“

“I don’t need to hear this.” Happy cut her off, Y/N rolled her eyes

“Thanks.” Peter chuckled

Y/N and Happy noticed the Elemental from a distance

“ Whoa, Peter, you sure that’s not real?”

Large storm clouds start to surround the Tower Bridge.

“Yeah, it’s just a hundred times bigger than I expected.”

“He really went all out using E.D.I.T.H. Didn’t he?

“Still the play?”

“Uh-huh. We need to get high enough so Beck doesn’t see me coming.”

“Copy. Stay sticky.”

The Jet rises right next to the Elemental.

“Hey, Happy.”

“Yeah, kid. What is it?”

“We need to have a serious conversation about you and my aunt!”

Before Peter could finish his sentence he lets go of the plane, falling toward the Elemental from above.Peter is flipping through air and falling from the sky. He opens his parachute and dives toward the Elemental

Happy looked outside the window and back at Y/N who was currently laughing her ass off.

“Told you.”

“I really gotta work on keeping things private.”

“Again as head of security, you would think you would be better at keeping things private.” Happy rolled his eyes. F.R.I.D.A.Y scanned the crowd for Y/N friends and classmates through the thousands of people running for their lives.

“Should I tell her?”

“Nope, trust me I’m pretty sure he’s already told her at some point in the trip.”

Flashes voice echoes through the jet, Y/N looks out the window to see half of the elemental slowly fade. Drones appear in its place.

“The monster was full of drones. It's crazy!” Flash yelled

“Found them.” F.R.I.D.A.Ys voice came through the com

“There you are.” Happy said, pulling up next to the river, the jet jolted, Y/N almost fell, clutching on the seats to catch herself

“Easy!” Her voice irritated

The Quinjet slowly lands to the ground. Happy looked back her

“Sorry, still a little rusty.” Y/N shook her head

“Let’s go.” Y/N and Happy run out of the jet, drones flying above them, Y/N looked over to the bridge, Beck stood there smirking, he waved at her and Y/N scoffed and flipped him off.

“Ned!” Happy and Y/N yelled with glee and in a slightly panicked voice

“Y/N! Happy!” Ned looked over at them with relief

“I got to get you guys out of here! Get on the jet!” Happy pointed back to the jet

“Who are you?” MJ asked

“MJ, now is not the time for questions and introductions. I’m with him, trust me he’s a friend” Y/N said

“I work with Spider-Man, okay? You got to get on that jet.” Happy introduced himself quickly

“You work for Spider-Man?” Flash asked excited

“Oh my god.” Y/N looked over at him frustrated.

“I work with Spider-Man, not for Spider-Man!” Happy yelled back annoyed at the comment

“NOW IS NOT THE TIME, WE GOTTA GO, BEFORE BECK KILLS US ALL.” Y/N yelled, everyone nodded, turning to run towards the Jet when the Jet exploded after getting hit from drone's missiles.

“Oh shit!” Y/N yelled

“Language!” Y/N looked over at Happy

“Yes, Uncle Steve.” Happy rolled his eyes

“FRIDAY? We need to find a new place to take them to.”

“New plan. Into the tower!” Happy turned around and headed towards the tower, Y/N looked over at them

“Wai-“ Y/N

“Miss? I suggest you follow them, it’s the safest place for your friends right now.”

Y/N sighed, running to catch up to them

Peter in the middle of all the chaos, sees the jet explode. The eyes on his suit widen

“Y/N! Y/N! Are you okay?” Panic and fear filled his voice when she’s didn’t respond right away

“I’m okay, we’re all okay ” he sighed in relief when he heard her come through the com

“Yeah. I’m okay too. We're okay.” Happy responded in a teasing manner.

“Happy, thank god you’re okay too.” Y/N laughed

“Just go get Beck.” Y/N said

“Yes ma’am” Peter smiled under his mask.

Y/N, Ned, Betty, MJ, Flash and Happy kept running towards the towers

“You have a tail.” FRIDAYs voice came through the com, Y/N looked back and saw two drones following closely behind them.

“Shit.” Y/N turned back and ran faster towards the towers

“Into the Crown Jewels vault.” Happy yelled, Y/N turned back, two Queen’s Guards firing at the incoming drones.

“Yeah, go, go, go!”

“Come on.” Y/N Yelled

The guards managed to destroy one, but the other slips by and follows the group into the vault.

“Go!” Ned yelled

“Into the vault. The walls are 8 feet thick. Go into the vault.” FRIDAYs voice came through the comm

“What now?” MJ asked

“Into the vault. Go!” Y/N yelled

The drone begins firing and breaks through glass walls. Everyone starts screaming, the glass shatters onto the ground. Everyone ducks and continues running toward the vault. The drone fires and shatters some of the glass cases.

“Take cover!” Happy yelled

Everyone scattered

Ned, Betty and Y/N take cover on one side of the room next to a window. MJ, Flash, and Happy take cover on the opposite side of the room. The drone enters the room and scans the area, slowly the drone moves forward. The drone continues to look around for the kids. Y/N looked over at MJ, MJ met her gaze and slowly looked over to a weapon with spikes on it. Y/N gives her the “are you insane” look.

“Okay.” MJ whispered to herself

Happy gestures to stay quiet. MJ reaches for the morning star.

“Yeah?” MJ whispered to Y/N

“No. No.” Happy mouthed

MJ ignores their protests and lifts the morning star from the armor. Underestimating the weight of it once she grabs it, her arms drop and the weapon almost hits the ground. Happy and Flash are both wince, anticipating the large noise that would’ve been produced had the weapon slammed into the ground. Flash covers his mouth and he gasps in shock.

The drone’s gating gun cycles around and advances. Flash has his phone out as he tries to capture the drone on camera. Happy gets him to stop.

“Get that thing out.” Happy whispered irritation in his voice

Betty and Ned push over armor with a halberd. The drone begins firing at the armor on the ground. MJ takes this opportunity while the drone is preoccupied and bashes it the morning star

“Go!” MJ yelled

Everyone ran towards the vault. Happy grabs a metal shield. Y/N looks at Happy.

“THIS IS NOT THE TIME TO TRY AND PRETEND TO BE UNCLE STEVE!”

“I’M TRYING TO HELP.”

The drone is disoriented and begins firing upward in a circle. The group gets inside the vault. One door closes and Happy throws the shield while closing the other, but it misses.

“How does Cap do that?” Happy asked to himself. Everyone was panting, trying to catch their breathe.

“Why exactly don’t you have your suit?” MJ asked

“This was a simple search and rescue, I didn’t think about the fact Beck was going to blow up the jet and try to kill us, makes more sense since he knew that we knew what he was doing.” Everyone jumped once the drone starts firing at the vault doors, Beck frowns from this setback. He activates a laser beam and decides to begin cutting open the thick vault door.

“Beck is controlling the drones, if he doesn’t stop him in time we might die.”

“Way to be optimistic, MJ.” Panic filled Becky’s voice

“I’m just stating the facts.”

“MJ really now is not the time.”

“Can’t FRIDAY help?” Happy asked

“It’s not like she can hack into EDITH, Happy,”

“Wait, can you?”

“Y/N, Happy, say something, to let me know you’re alive!” Peter asked, stress in his voice

“I’m here. I’m here.”

“Oh Happy, thank God.”

“I bought us some time.”

The drone continues to use it’s laser to cut through the doors

“But not much.”

“I’m trying to get to Beck....but I can’t shake these drones!”

“Are we gonna die?” fear and panic filled Ned’s voice

“Nobody dies on my watch.” Happy said sternly, Y/N look at him

Beck sends new drones to send sonic waves toward the door in order to weaken the structure. Dust and debris fall from the ceiling. Everyone became even more worried

“I wasted my life playing video games, and we’re gonna die.” Ned said with a snarky tone

“I have a fake ID, and I’ve never even used it.” Betty confessed out of nowhere, everyone turned and looked at her

“I post stupid videos daily for people to like me.” Flash confessed

“Hey, if it wasn't for those stupid videos, Spider-Man would have never found you.” Happy said, looking at Flash

“Spider-Man…? Spider-Man follows me? I saved us, guys!”

“If you saved us, then why are we about to die?!”

“MJ!” Betty yelled

“Stop it!” Happy stared at the scared teens. Y/N stood there, processing everyone’s confessions, trying not to laugh

“I’m sorry, okay? It’s just, I’m obsessed with telling the truth even if it hurts other people’s feelings.” She said semi unapologetic.

“Well, this is going well.” Y/N sighed

“I’m in love with Spider-Man’s aunt.” Happy admitted embarrassingly. Y/N’s eyes widened, covering her mouth trying to cover her laugh

Everyone else looks at him puzzled.

“We’re sharing, right?” Everyone nodded, then looked over at Y/N

“How are you not terrified or confessing anything?”

“I’ve been through worse and have almost died multiple times, my dad is Iron Man and I grew up with the avengers. This is nothing, but if you want me confess something..” Y/N can feel everyone’s eyes on her

“I’m the one who let Loki out of the cage.”

“Wait.. What?” Happy asked

“I let Loki out of his cage, back in 2012.”

“You were 11? Why?”

2012

Loki recognized the sound of her feet walking towards him, her pace always seemed to quicken and yet become lighter at the same time when she went to see him. He smiled at her as soon as she appeared, she returned the same smile. They weren’t joking when they said her smile radiated sunshine. She quietly sat in front of the cage.

“Isn’t your father going to be angry with you when he finds out, little one?”

“He hasn’t caught onto me yet, you know he isn’t the only one who can hack into shield’s security system.” Loki tilted his head, eyebrow raised

“It’s not like it’s hard.” Y/N whispered to herself and smiled at Loki

“You didn’t bring the little creature with you today.”

“He’s getting a bath.” Loki nodded

“What are you going to show me today?”

“Am I just a storyteller to you?”

“I was thinking more like friends?” Y/N shrugged

“Friends?” Y/N nodded

“I don’t have any. Dad doesn’t let me out of the house because he doesn’t really want people to know I exist.”

“Why is that?”

“What? Why doesn’t he want anyone to know about me?” Y/N sighed

“I don’t know, maybe he doesn’t want anyone to know about him having a kid with someone no one knows about? Maybe I’m an embarrassment.”

Loki sighed and sat in front of the young girl

“Are you ready little one?” Y/N nodded, Loki hid a smile as he began to tell another tale. Loki could see her eyes become heavy.

“You should head to bed, little one” Y/N nodded

“I’ll see you tomorrow, your majesty.” Loki smirked

“Off you go.” Y/N stood and made her way back to her father. She fell asleep in the little cot he had in the corner for her. 4 hours later she jumped at the sound of banging and yelling. Y/N looked around confused and groggy

“Lower it, she’s asleep.”

“We have to hear his plan.” Y/N laid back down, her eyes adjusting to look at the screen everyone was watching. She noticed someone was missing.. Nat. She stared at the screen, Natasha had her back turned to Loki, she could see a smirk forming on her face. She saw Loki’s face fall and Natasha walking away. Loki turned around and shook his head. Y/N slowly rose from her cot and walked towards the group, everyone fell silent.

“Where is he?”

“Who?” Steve asked

“He’s drying.” Y/N looked at her father and nodded. Y/N walked towards the doors of the lab

“Where are you going?”

“Restroom.”

“I’ll go with you.” Maria said

“No, thank you.” Y/N smiled and walked out of the lab. It had been 4 days since she had seen Loki, she had been watching over him through the security cameras. Loki on the other hand had actually missed the child, she was the only one who made him feel himself again, not a tortured soul. Y/Ns eyes widened when she saw the little stitch being formed of his magic, she smiled and ran towards his cage. She didn’t realize that she forgot to change the camera’s screen. Loki smiled, once again recognizing her footsteps running towards him.

“Stitch.” Loki nodded, Y/N looked over at the control panel, she walked towards it, looking at the buttons, she sat there debating. He never asked her to open the door, he sighed when he heard the air pressure from the door opening release. Y/N walked towards Loki and curtsied

“Your majesty.”

“Little one.” Loki replied, Y/N looked down, he had given her an emerald and gold dress, a tiara with the same color scheme, emeralds and gold, placed on the top of her head. She smiled, then the sirens went off. She jumped, Loki reached his hand out, she placed hers in his.

“Let her go Loki!” Thor’s voice boomed through the ship's prison, Y/N turned to see everyone staring, her father’s eyes, she had never seen that look or expression. Puzzled, upset, anger and fear. Y/N cocked her head, confused.

“Loki’s nice.” She said, turning back to look at him

“Y/N Stark.” She flinched, turning back to look at her father

“Come here.” Y/N felt her hand slip out of Loki’s, turning back to him. He smiled at her,

“Off you go, little one.”

“But..”

“Y/N!” She flinched again, she turned and walked towards her father. She looked back once more, her eyes felt heavy, what? She wasn’t tired, he was making her sleep, the last thing she remembered was him smiling at her before passing out in her fathers arms.

“He was my friend…” Y/N looked down, everyone stared at her not saying a single word.

A portion of the vault door falls out. Ned, Betty, MJ, Y/N and Flash duck in an attempt to shield themselves from the drone. Happy picks up another shield and gets ready to protect them.

Peter breaks through the glass under the upper walkway of the towers and sticks the ceiling of the hallway, grabbing hold of Beck by Beck's motion-capture suit and punching a hole through his glass helmet. The group sighs in relief when the drones fall to the floor. Peter holds Beck by his suit

“Your lies are over, Beck.’

“This certainly isn't ideal, but... I have contingencies. E.D.I.T.H.?” Beck says unbothered

A drone shoots Peter to the other end of the corridor. Peter lets go of Beck and Beck lands on his feet

“Just give me the glasses.” Peter groans out as he stands

Beck pulls out the glasses from his suit

“You want these? Come and get them.”

The drones activated their cloaking mechanism and the projection system. The corridor turns dark and green mist flows over the floor

Peter took a deep breath “Come on, Peter-tingle.”

He closes his eyes and takes another deep breath. He jumps all across the corridor, destroying drone after drone and coming closer and closer to Beck. Beck stares at Peter, panicking he presses the buttons on his suit.

“Why aren't these drones firing?”

“You're in the strike zone. The chance of getting hit…” E.D.I.T.H replied

“No, FIRE... ALL THE DRONES... NOW!” Beck yells

The drones behind him fly forward and activate their weapons. Peter knocks his way through them. During the fight, one of the drones is spun around and Beck is hit in the chest by a rogue bullet. After all the drones are destroyed, Peter steps towards him, taking off his mask

“Beck! Beck... You lied to me. I trusted you.” His voice coarse

“I know. That's the most... disappointing part. You're a good person, Peter. Such a weakness…”

Beck takes the glasses and hands them to Peter.

“Stark was right. You do deserve that.”

Peter senses something and grabs something to his right. The gun shot rang loud in his ears. He turns his head as the Beck he'd been talking to vanishes. The real Beck drops his gun, lightly spasming

“You can't trick me anymore.” Peter said bitterly

Peter grabs the glasses off of Beck’s head as he falls to the ground

“E.D.I.T.H., turn off the drones.”

“Bio-metric scan complete. Welcome back, Peter. Shall I execute all cancellation protocols?”

“Do it. Execute them all.” Peter says, looking around

“Confirmed.”

“Give me the spear.” Happy grabs the spear from Betty

“That's a halberd.” Ned says

“Thank you.” Peter thanks E.D.I.T.H

His face hardens as he turns to Beck, dying on the ground

“How could you do all of this?”

“You'll see, Peter. People need to believe... And nowadays... they'll believe anything.” Beck smiles, he stops moving.

“Is he... Is this real?” Peter asked unsure

“All illusions are down, Peter.”

Peter takes off his glasses and stares at Beck's body.

The group cautiously opens the vault’s doors, holding their breath, looking around she could hear everyone start to breath again.

“Whoo! Yeah!” Flash cheered

Everyone hugged each other and Y/N ran towards the doors

“Hey, where’re you going?” MJ asked

“She’s going to check on him.” Happy said, looking over at MJ. MJ smiled and nodded.

Y/N heard the sound of heart pounding and her breathing labored in her ears, she didn’t even hear the sirens around her. Y/N comes to a stop and walks on the Bridge. She sees Peter and begins running to him. Peter is limping and grunting in pain, looking up he sees her and opens his arms. Y/N jumps into his arms, Peter almost falls over, he tries to hide his groans of pain, but one slips out of his mouth. Y/N jumps off

“Sorry.” Y/N looks down at her feet

“Hey.” Peter, placed his fingers under her chin.

“Are you okay?” Y/N asked

“I’m okay. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah. Is everybody else okay?”

“Yeah, everyone’s okay.”

“I’m glad..” Peter smiled

“Did you get him?”

“Yeah…” Peter nods

“Umm, so Happy gave me this, while we were in the vault..”

Y/N pulls out her necklace, a little leg missing from the turtle

“No. No. Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I had this plan, this stupid plan.” Peter groaned

“Peter…”

“And I wrote it all down, I was gonna buy you this and give it to you in Paris at the top-”

Y/N pecks his lips, mid sentence. Peter smiled

“And you kissed me. What? What?”

“Peter, I have something to confess.” Peter looked curious

“I.. kinda already knew about your plan..”

“What? How?”

“May doesn’t really know how to keep secrets.” Y/N laughed, Peter groaned

“May..”

“Well more like Morgan can’t keep secrets.”

“What?”

“Seems that May told Morgan and Morgan told me. The only way to bribe her to keep quiet is ice cream.” Peter laughed.

“I’m sorry it’s broken.” Y/N shook her head

“It’s alright, I’ll love it either way.”

Peter leaned in, he nearly missed, his lips a tad too far left and his nose bumping against hers, they giggled. Her lips brushed his, their heart beat faster and faster. Y/N pulled away, staring at his face, his eyes closed, cheeks and ears red, chest heaving. She watched him slowly open his eyes. He smiled back at her.

“Let’s go, spidey.” Y/N held out her hand, Peter took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers. Y/N smiled when she met with Happy, Ned and MJ.

“You’re alright?”

“Yeah, I’m alright you guys.”

“We gotta get him out of here before people find out who he is.”

“I already called Fury and he’s sending us a jet.” Y/N nodded

“We should get you out of your suit..but the jet with your clothes is gone..”

“Oh, here Peter.” Ned shrugged off his plaid over shirt

“Thanks Ned.” Peter took the shirt from his grasp

“Pants Peter? I mean unless you plan on walking around in your underwear.”

“If he even wears any under there..” MJ whispered

“MJ!” Peter blushed, Y/N choked back a laugh

“I mean she’s not wrong, the suit is skin tight..” Peter blushed even harder when Y/N chimed in, Peter quickly put on Ned’s shirt and buttoned it up. Y/N’s hands found the top of her sweatpants and slowly started to shimmy her way out of them, everyone’s eyes widened, arms flying and words of protest came from everyone.

“Don’t worry, I have leggings underneath.” Y/N shook their hands off and gave Peter the sweatpants

“I don’t know if they’ll fit though..” Peter smiled and put the sweatpants on

“Thanks, Y/N” Happy looked behind the teens and pointed

“There’s our ride.” Y/N and Peter turned, the jet landing softly on the grassy area, they turned back to Ned and MJ

“We’ll see you later?” MJ and Ned pulled them in for a group hug, smiling they pulled away and went back to where the rest of the class was

“Happy, is it possible for us to land around the same time as them?”

“I’m pretty sure we can arrange it.” The group walked into the jet and breathed a sigh of relief, Peter rested his head on her shoulder and she rested hers on his head, their eyelids slowly became heavy and they soon greeted by darkness. Peter felt himself being shaken awake, he tried not to move when he noticed Y/N’s arms around his waist and head on his chest. He looked over to Happy.

“We’re almost home, I thought I should wake you guys up.” Happy reached over to wake her up but Peter stopped him

“I’ll wake her, thanks Happy.” Happy nodded and went back to reading his book. Peter looked down at her, taking in every inch of her face, the sun hitting her face making her skin glow, she scrunched her nose, nuzzling in deeper into his chest. Peter moved the small strand of hair that was hitting her face, her eyes fluttered open. He froze when her Y/E/C eyes met with his brown ones, she smiled small.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” She sat up halfway

“Happy said we’re about to land.”

“Mmmm..” She hummed, turning her body to see the city coming into view. She felt his fingers intertwine with hers, resting her head on his shoulder, sighing.

“We’re here.” Peter looked out the window

“Huh, he landed so gently, I didn’t feel it unlike someone.”

“Hey, but did you die?”

“I mean maybe who knows.”

Happy scoffed and smiled, her and Happy walked out while Peter stayed behind to change out of his suit comfortably. Happy placed his arm around her shoulder and pointed at the car pulling in, before she realized what was going on she felt the wind get knocked out of her; arms wrapped around her legs, light brown hair put into a ponytail, Morgan. She smiled, reaching down to carry her younger sister, Morgan’s eyes sparkled with happiness.

“DID YOU AND PETER KISS!?” She yelled just as Peter walked out the Jet

“Morgan.” She jumped a bit hearing Pepper’s stern voice, she smiled sheepishly. Y/N could hear Peter laughing in the background, she turned to face him

“It’s not funny.” She playfully glared, Peter returned the playful glare and ruffled Morgan’s hair, they smiled at each other.

“So..Did you?” Morgan asked with excitement in her voice, Peter hummed, turning his head slightly, his lips brushed against hers, she saw his eyes flicker to her lips and back to meet hers. Peter smirked. Wait? Smirked? Oh, he’s getting bold all of a sudden. Y/N felt the blood rush to her cheeks and her eyes widened when she felt his lips pressed onto hers.

“Oops.” Morgan said, her hand on the back of Peter’s head, they could hear Happy and Pepper trying to hold back their laughter.

“Well, if you didn’t you did now.” Morgan smiled and shimmied her way out of her sister's arms, running back to Pepper. The two teens smiled and shook their heads, fingers intertwined. Pepper gave them each a hug.

“Let’s go home.”

“Oh, my aunt May is actually here to pick me up..” Pepper smiled and nodded, Morgan ran up and grabbed Y/N’s other hand

“Let’s go home Y/N, Mommy said she’ll buy us food.” Y/N laughed, looking over at Peter

“I’ll see you later?” Y/N nodded

“See you later, Peter.” Morgan dragged her to the car, Peter stood there and watched as they got in and drove off, waving out the window, he waved back. Peter walked through the airport, he heard May’s slightly panicked voice

“They are coming out right now..oh there he is. Don’t give me a ticket.” Peter smiled and sighed when May pulled him into a tight hug

“So glad you’re okay.”

“No. For real, I'm good. I'm actually really... fine.”

“Let’s go. Where are your bags? Oh, right. they got blown up.”

“Yeah.”

Peter and May start walking toward their car. May handed a brown paper bag to Peter

“I got you some hot buttered bagels.”

“Thank you so much.”

“I know my boy.” May ruffled Peter’s hair and they drove off.

#peter parker #peter parkerxreader #peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker x stark!reader

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Hi, all! So it seems that the wonderful AO3 user - objectlesson - aka on tumblr as - horsegirlharry - has sadly deleted their fics. I have only a few saved in my files, but there are some I would really love to possess, if anyone has them? I would really appreciate it if you would message me and let me know! :)

Also, I am posting the whole list of amazing stories they shared for our fandom, and I am marking (with an asterisk*) the ones that I have myself, in case anyone else would like them too! <3

Silver White Winters

by objectlesson

In which Louis catches a cloud and pins it down.

Words: 5106, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

I Must Confess (I Still Believe)

by objectlesson

Louis shrugs, eyes on the road. “You look cute in the blazer, too,” she says nonchalantly, and what the fucking fuck, what is Harry supposed to think?

“You probably do, too, but I wouldn’t know because I don’t even think you own one? Do you ever actually wear the entire uniform?” she asks, deflecting.

“Not since freshman year!” Louis boasts proudly. “They stopped giving me demerits because it’s, like, a lost cause. I literally haven’t seen my blazer in three years, I just borrow Veronica’s when I walk into Mass.” Her grin is very cheeky and bright, and she’s squinting in the sun, aviators pushed up into the overgrown auburn shag of her hair. The horizon is hazy and pink-orange as dark sneaks up on them, the air smelling of sprinkler water and BBQ smoke from people leaching the last warmth of October before summer’s gone for good. Harry feels alive with possibility, eyes watering as she smiles at Louis, unable to stop. She wrinkles her nose like it’ll somehow hide the way it looks on her face to be in love.

Or, Harry is the new girl at an all girl Catholic Girl’s School, and Louis is the unattainable, dashing senior who changes her forever.

Words: 44304, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Powerless (and I Don’t Care It’s Obvious)

by objectlesson

“Oh no, Lou, don’t make me laugh,” he whimpers. His Ribena-purple mouth twists into a glorious, breakable shape, and Louis’s heart stops. He should not be getting turned on by Harry’s full-bladder discomfort, his little twitches, his hips-stuttering. And yet.

Words: 4090, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

The Pink Ghost of Princess Park

by objectlesson

The thought of the vibrator does not go away. It’s sitting there collecting dust all through January, and every time Harry and Louis have to leave town for a press event or a show or to record or what have you, they come back home, and it’s still there, the Pink Ghost of Princess Park, the fucking glittery haunting that Harry cannot stop thinking of Louis stuffing up his arse.

Words: 7556, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

*Life Saver

by objectlesson

Nerd Boy’s giant, dorky, adorable hand shoots into the air. Louis notices he has chipped red polish on a few of his nails and some tattered friendship-looking bracelets, like the sort you make in camp, and he might hear the distant chime of wedding bells. He thought he didn’t even believe in marriage because it’s, like, oppressive and heteronormative or whatever, but that was before Styles, Harry (Harry Styles!!! What an absurd, wonderful name! What a perfect thing to scrawl in the margins of all his notebooks surrounded in hearts!) appeared in the bio lab at his new school and ruined all his principles forever.

or, Louis is a sweetheart punk with a theater background and a heart of gold, Harry is an inexperienced nerd who plays by the rules. Classmates, lab partners, and eventually friends, what happens when Louis knows he’s in love, but doesn’t know how tell Harry?

Words: 14809, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Even Your Honey Dew

by objectlesson

It probably says something about Harry that he’s so obsessed with another omega’s arse.

Words: 9512, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

What a Heavenly Way To Die

by objectlesson

She’s thought about it a lot, and two big things seem to be holding her back, aside from the uncontrollable paralysis that overtakes her body every time she so much as tries to sneak a hand under the waistband of Harry’s knickers.

Or, Louis is afraid to do stuff to Harry, who has done a lot of stuff to her.

Words: 8052, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

A Firm Believer and a Warm Receiver

by objectlesson

a few months ago, Louis had his first heat. It was no big deal, aside from it being awkward and weird and all the other things it was supposed to be. He figured he would present as an omega, so he wasn’t exactly surprised or anything.

But then, last week, Harry had his first heat, too.

Or, the omega/omega sleepover fic no one asked for but y'all really, really need.

Words: 10895, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

You’ll Know What Makes The World Turn

by objectlesson

Sometimes, when things are messy and they have more than a few weeks apart, they need the reminder. It’s comforting to have stars to map your course by.

or, Harry’s blue bandana is a day collar.

Words: 4624, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Sing You Butterflies

by objectlesson

Louis stares for a moment before some primal sympathetic force in him activates. He has to help this boy. He can hardly walk, and he seems so young (yet ageless, beyond age, like a sea turtle or a parrot or a tree or something else odd and magical), and on top of all that, he has body glitter clinging to his skin, like that roll-on stuff his sisters used to use as preteens, only pink-gold and twice as thick. It’s, like, professional grade. He’s also wearing grass- and dirt-stained pink silk women’s underwear, so maybe he’s from London. Maybe he’s a drag queen who crawled all the way from a nightclub in Soho just to save Louis from his horribly mundane and woefully heterosexual neighbours out here in the middle of nowhere.

or, Harry’s a clumsy unicorn who accidentally stomps on a witch’s garden and is turned into a human as punishment, so he wanders into a nearby village covered in glitter, still figuring out how to walk on two feet, and meets the fairy-tale-fine Louis, who has to teach him how to live as a human and stop him from eating soap.

Words: 22701, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Holy

by objectlesson

She deserves not to be so goddamned put together all the time. Being in the world’s biggest and highest exposure girlband means she’s never seen without a flat stomach, a spray tan, contouring, eyelash extensions, the whole of her body inescapably toned and plucked and waxed so frequently she genuinely forgot what fucking color her own pubes are. Louis wants to eat burgers and smoke weed and be twenty three. She wants to wake up with Harry and spend the whole day in bed fingering each other because they finally don’t have to have goddamn acrylic nails for once. She wants to grow her pubes out. She wants to lounge around in a posh, red-velvet High Hefner robe.

Or, Louis is dressed like a fucking queen, Harry’s begging please.

Words: 6608, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Only One I Dream Of: A Drabble Collection

by objectlesson

A collection of all the m/m One Direction drabbles and timestamps I’ve written on tumblr, so my readers on here aren’t missing out!

Words: 5164, Chapters: 5/13, Language: English

Diamonds in the Moonlight

by objectlesson

The 70s au where Harry is a rich girl stuck in the suburbs who thinks she loves Shaun Cassidy, and Louis is the skater who breaks into her backyard and changes everything forever.

Words: 16136, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

In the Heat of the Night

by objectlesson

“You’re sleeping with me, obviously,” Harry says then, pausing to regard Louis with a funny expression, nose wrinkled and brows drawn tight. “Don’t tell me you thought that I’d let you freeze out here!? Absolutely not! C’mon, the bedroom’s cozy, I dragged a space heater out.”

Louis wants to protest about as badly as she wants to sleep next to Harry Styles, which is a lot. Too much.

Or, Louis is the only butch in London with a truck and Harry needs to move a couch.

Words: 7726, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Once Upon a Dream

by objectlesson

“M’not gonna half-ass our fake relationship,” Louis almost snaps, voice sharp with a defensive edge, like Harry wandered too close to a bruise with needy fingers. “Now kiss me again. We’re gonna make every shitty tourist here wish they had stayed in the Midwest. We’re gonna burn Disneyland down with our gay. ”

Harry shuts his eyes and opens his mouth, because he can’t fucking say no to Louis.

Or, a fake dating AU where everyone is lying and they happen to be at the Happiest Place on Earth.

Words: 16643, Chapters: ½, Language: English

From Now Until Forever

by objectlesson

The girls go to Britney Nite and Louis wears Juicy track pants and Harry is not ok.

Niall takes the pint glass back from Harry and takes a swig, regarding her over the rim knowingly. “You’re nervous,” she observes with a grin. “Because you’re gonna get drunk at a gay bar with Louis, and you haven’t told her yet that you wanna marry her.”

“Oh, my god, stop,” Harry scolds, hiding her face in her hands, everything suddenly hot and shivery. “It’s not that,” she adds, even though it most definitely is.

“Then…you’re excited to see Louis in a schoolgirl skirt and bra? Covered in that body glitter that smells like cotton candy?” Niall presses, waggling her eyebrows, making Harry blush at the mere thought of Louis’s golden skin shimmering and sticky under club lights.

Words: 9223, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Hello, Heaven (you are tunnel-lined with yellow lights

by objectlesson

“Oh, yeah?” Harry asks, playing dumb as he helps Louis out of his coat before hanging it up. “A new phone charger? Mine’s still broken, the electrical tape didn’t work.”

Louis makes a face at him, all arched brows and tongue pressed into cheek. “Oh a phone charger? Is that what you need?” he quips lightly, voice high and lilting in this sing-song way that’s so, so high and gentle that it’s scary. He’s putting on a show for Harry, and Harry’s thrilled with it, already shivery and hot-cheeked because Louis got him something naughty, and they’re talking about it without really talking about it, wrapping it up in layers of mundanity and domesticity, still so excited to play the role of two Adults living in their new Adult flat in London that they bought with their own money from the X Factor. Harry’s living an unimaginably glamourous life so suddenly, and Louis and his gifts are right in the middle of it, the heart of his every dream.

Or, Louis buys Harry things sometimes.

Words: 2988, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Dream About That Casual Touch

by objectlesson

And that was the first thing Louis noticed about her. Not her nipples, or not only her nipples, anyway, but the fact that she was so confident with her body and didn’t seem to care that her tits were sort of soft and floppy and uneven or that she had a little roll of pudge around her hips that poked over the top of her jeans when she wore crop tops. She wore what she wanted to wear whether or not it was in fashion or technically even flattering; her hair was always messy, she only wore makeup half the time, and she seemed to like heeled boots even if she was already fairly tall and they made her tower over the boys. Louis always thought it was so fucking sexy how unconcerned Harry seemed with what people thought of her, how comfortable she was in her own skin. That by itself seemed like a sort-of gay thing, so Louis kept a remote, careful eye on her, hoping to one day see something else that blipped her radar.

Or, Louis and Harry fuck up two dates before they finally get it right.

Words: 7678, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

*Smoke Dreams from Smoke Rings

by objectlesson

“When I get a craving?” Louis says, “You have to help me chase it away. Distract me”

Oh. Harry can think of about one hundred different ways to distract Louis Tomlinson. One hundred better uses for his mouth, for example. “Erm,” he squeaks, well aware of the fact that he’s grinning and dimpling and blushing all at once, his whole face a suddenly mortifying warzone of transparent emotion. “How?”

“By hitting my arm as hard as you can,” Louis announces, holding out the arm in question. It bridges the gap between them, stiff and expectant, and Harry stares, not entirely sure if Louis’s being serious, if this is some prank that he isn’t clever enough to understand, or if the promise of touching Louis under any circumstances is so titillating that he just can’t process it. Louis rolls up the sleeve of his hoodie then, revealing his pale inner arm in maddening increments, pushing Harry somewhere between drooling and vomiting, he isn’t sure which. He just knows that his mouth is flooded, and the barely-there ghost of Louis’s veins through his skin is the prettiest thing that he’s ever seen. “Go on, hit me,” Louis orders. “Don’t be shy,”

or, Louis enlists Harry to help him with his bad habit.

Words: 18116, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Black Stars and Endless Seas

by objectlesson

Or, A Star Trek Original Series AU where Lt. Styles is a young science officer on his first away mission, and Louis is the headstrong ensign assigned to his security detail, and maybe they would be able to function together professionally in a normal setting, but not when their shuttlecraft crash-lands and they end up marooned together on an improbably and unfairly beautiful planet.

Words: 32246, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Rose Garden Dreams

by objectlesson

Harry thinks it’s a fever-induced delirium, at first. After all, she’s been sick in bed for a full forty-eight hours following the Best and Most Important beach trip of her entire life because fate is a cruel and jealous bitch who doesn’t want Harry to go on a date with the girl of her dreams.

or, Harry is sick and Louis comes to visit her.

Words: 9464, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Palms Reflecting in Your Eyes

by objectlesson

Harry visits Louis at his campus and finds a crop on the wall.

Words: 6496, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Wrap You Up in Daisy Chains

by objectlesson

Ten minutes later, an awkward, long-legged, curly-haired, so pale she’s reflective, and so obviously gay-looking Harry Styles is sitting shotgun next to Louis in a bikini, denim cut-offs, and heart-framed sunnies.

Or, Harry and Louis and a too-small bathing suit.

Words: 10613, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

To Keep the Night From Ending

by objectlesson

It doesn’t always feel real to kiss in the dark, Harry guesses. He wants it to feel real. He wants it to be the realest thing, burnt indelibly into his skin.

Or, Harry and Louis take a night swim.

Words: 5036, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Good Enough to Eat

by objectlesson

“Fuck,” Harry mumbles, shuffling. “You won’t give me shit for it? It’s sorta weird.”

“No,” Louis breathes. “Promise.”

“Okay. I just…fuck, I can’t believe I’m telling you this,” Harry whimpers, and he must be blushing because Louis can feel waves of heat coming off him, his embarrassment a hot, palpable thing. “So, like…I love rimming videos. Nothing makes me come harder,” he admits, covering his face with his hands so his voice comes out muffled and strangled.

It takes Louis a few seconds to process, to mentally rifle through his Pornhub search history and remember what rimming even is; Harry has him so stupid he can’t keep stuff straight. His ears ring, and then it hits him, and, oh, fuck. His stomach turns and tightens so quickly he’s gasping, an audible and shameful scrape of air in the dark. “You…really?” he chokes out.

Or, Harry is convinced he’s never gonna be able to try his favorite porn fantasy on a real boy, and Louis offers to remedy this.

Words: 6722, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Grenadine Sunshine

by objectlesson

Harry’s only sixteen, it shows right now, and Louis wants…he wants so many things. He wants to taste the faint, sugary ghost of lip gloss, he wants to cup Harry’s face between his palms and swipe the shimmery wet shadows from beneath his eyes. He wants to show him everything he knows, even though he doesn’t know anything about this, about kissing boys or flirting with them or doing their makeup or even showing them it’s okay to want to wear makeup in the first place. Still, Louis just wants, wants and wants and wants. It’s what Harry does to him.

Words: 18067, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Only Angel

by objectlesson

Louis pops his hip out, looking down at Harry from beneath the cut of his fringe sassily. “How do I look?”

Harry…Harry doesn’t have words, not really. He sits there on the floor with a half-hard cock, gazing up at this taller, scarier version of Louis with wide eyes. “Like I want you to spin-kick me in the face,” he admits after a moment, shakily inhaling. “You look…really good.”

Or, Louis finds a pair of heels that fit, and Harry wants to be ruined, as per usual.

Words: 6599, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Someone Who Knows How To Ride

by objectlesson

Harry gives Louis a lap dance. Or, at least, he tries to.

Words: 5114, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Copper Kiss

by objectlesson

Harry’s not allowed to fly back to the UK without marks to remember Louis by.

Words: 4604, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

You Drive Me Crazy ( I Just Can’t Sleep)

by objectlesson

The first time Louis ends up in Harry’s bed is a total accident.

Words: 18520, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Christmas Without You

by objectlesson

It’s Christmas Eve and Harry misses Louis so badly he might be going little crazy.

Words: 5639, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Vinyl and Lace

by objectlesson

Harry tries on a skirt in the X Factor dressing room as a joke. Louis doesn’t think it’s very funny.

Words: 7541, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Touch of My Hand

by objectlesson

Words: 3104, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Tour Bus Sex, Bus Sex, PWP, Up All Night Tour, Uan era, Canon Compliant, baby boyfriends in love, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Established Relationship

Born to Make You Happy

by objectlesson

Harry makes a quiet vow to himself that he will be the very best girlfriend Louis has ever had, even if he never actually gets to be Louis’s girlfriend.

Words: 25662, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Taste of a Poison Paradise

by objectlesson

Louis notices Harry’s mouth right away.

Words: 9894, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

A Little Love (is better than none)

by objectlesson

It’s supposed to be no strings attached sex, but Harry’s in love with beauty and tragedy and Louis Tomlinson so there might actually a few strings they’re not talking about.

Or, alternately, the four times they fuck and don’t kiss, and one time they fuck and do (with a few more times thrown in because I’m a mess and know how to write short fics).

Words: 15074, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

*Take Me Under the Blue

by objectlesson

Louis hasn’t even seen his legs yet. He doesn’t know how they work or how long they’ll be. Maybe they won’t suit the rest of Harry at all, and he’ll have to grow into them or something. It doesn’t matter; Louis has loved Harry for a year with scales, so he can’t imagine wonky legs putting a damper on his attraction.

He supposes he’ll just have to find out. In the meantime, he wonders how the fuck he got here, in his squelching wellies about to save the love of his life from the sea and take him to bed and bang him for the very first time.

It’s sort of a long story.

Words: 19011, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

#deleted fics #objectlesson #horsegirlharry #larry fics #larry stylinson #larry fic rec

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3pirouette · 3 years ago

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Fic: The Honey Trap (2/?)

By: TriplePirouette/3Pirouette

Disclaimer: They're not mine.

Distribution: AO3 Anyone else please ask first :)

Story Summary: Peggy’d lost count. She wasn’t sure if she was a double or triple agent at this point, and in the end, it didn’t matter. What mattered was getting out of this alive.

Chapter A/N: Keep an eye out for the time stamps moving forward, this chapter takes us back to the beginning of all of this. Also, timeline, just like the rest of this, is AU.

Chapter 2: Like it or Not

September, 1944

Wallace was haggard. He had been undercover with Hydra since before the war started, when they had only just begun forming and the British government wanted to get a mole in on the ground level, and it showed. “I know it’s a risk.”

“A risk?” Peggy squeaked in a whisper, her arms wrapped tight around her to ward away the chill. “That is beyond a risk. That’s deep cover. That’s long term and incredibly dangerous.”

“Which is why you’re here, and not someone else,” Phillips filled in calmly. “Now let’s hurry this up,” he waved his finger around, swirling the mist his breath left in the cold air of the meat locker. “No one’s going to believe I left that steak sitting on that table this long.”

“They’re looking to recruit,” Wallace pleaded, the bags under his eyes somehow darker the more he talked. “I’d be your recruiter. I’d be the contact so we can keep this in house and with people we trust. No middle men.” He moved his gaze from Peggy to Steve, pleading. “They’re running it all over the world with secretaries from every country, every agency, it won’t seem out of the ordinary, I promise.”

Steve was unimpressed. “She’ll stand out—"

“Because of you!” Wallace finally let the words he’d been holding back out. “They’re looking for any and every way they can to get to you, to find out more about you, to figure out how they can stop and defeat the man who is almost singlehandedly taking out Hydra. If we do this now, together, we can control the flow of information. We can control how they see the circumstances.” He deflated. “We let this opportunity pass us by and they might find another way in; one we won’t know about until it’s too late.” His feel shuffled on the slick ground as he fidgeted.

The foursome looked at one another in the dark, cold meat locker. Phillips only waited a second before speaking. “You’re doing it.”

“Sir…” Peggy started, not refuting his order but far more cautious than she’d be with orders given while in uniform standing under a tent.

“Wallace is right, and he knows these guys better than we ever will. His intel has saved our asses more than once.” Phillips leaned forward, eyes serious. “We are never going to get this opportunity again, Carter.”

Steve sighed, crossing his arms and letting the captain in him take over. “What do we have to do?”

“Go public,” Wallace said plainly, nodding at the two.

Steve looked like a deer in headlights. “We don’t- we’re…”

Phillips couldn’t hold in his chuckle. “You think there’s anyone this side of the Atlantic that’s worked with the two of you that doesn’t notice you making sappy, lovesick eyes at her, son?”

Steve swallowed hard and Peggy pressed her lips together, but neither argued. They’d been discreet, but not invisible. Peggy shook her head, confused by the premise. “Why public? Why not just recruit me from the steno pool?”

Wallace narrowed his eyes, the plan blossoming in his mind clear and precise. “Trying to convince them that a random secretary that just magically showed up in the pool has knowledge of Captain America would be harder than trying to convince them you’re his girlfriend without blowing your cover. We have to give them a reason to trust you know what you know without letting to world know you worked for the SSR and blow any future deniability you might have as a spy. We let slip you two are an item. Something small but irrefutable. Then we build up tension after that-maybe you have a blow up, maybe you get reprimanded, I don’t have time for details, but then Phillips transfers you out back to London, Carter. I can move in from there.”

Peggy looked impressed. “A tryst with a secretary technically breaks the fraternization rules.” She looked at the men, knowing they all knew far more egregious violations of that were happening on a daily basis. “It’s enough for a formal write up and reprimand, which is not a very top-secret document to get your hands on.” Wallace smiled at her as she caught on and talked it out. “And with my connection to Steve…”

“You become my connection.” Wallace took a deep breath filled with relief now that Peggy seemed on board with the plan. “We can fake information into Hydra. We can give them anything they want to hear, real or fake, while siphoning our own information on Hydra back to the SSR, and they’ll think they have everything they want to know about Captain America.”

Steve shook his head, standing akimbo. “I still don’t know—”

“I do,” Phillips pointed at them. “Oh-six-hundred, in my tent tomorrow with a plan, you hear me?” He turned, mumbling on the way out. “My steak’s gonna be colder than my ass after standing in here for so long.”

They watched Phillips step out of the meat locker, which was handily only across the hallway from the bathroom in the small restaurant they’d met in so he could feign coming from there. Peggy turned back to Wallace. “What do you need?”

“Exactly what I told you.” He looked almost happy, a light starting to grow in his eyes. “A big screw up, something that can prove to Hydra you two are together, then a blow up. Once you hit London, I’ll move in from there. I’m already ‘monitoring’ the SSR steno pool and code breakers for good candidates.”

“I won’t disappoint you, Wallace.” Peggy was earnest, knowing how hard it was to be so deep undercover, knowing Wallace needed a friend now more than anything.

“I know you won’t.” Wallace didn’t even wait for goodbyes, but slipped out to the back loading dock through the small door, the way he’d come in.

Peggy finally let out the shiver she’d been holding in when she and Steve were alone. “Well, that was…”

“Unexpected?” He pulled his leather jacket off and draped it over her shoulders before bending down and lifting the cover off the drain. “We usually get intel drops, not major operation requests.”

Peggy bent down next to him, even though she was useless to lift the heavy metal that had been installed under the guise of getting run off out of the freezer when it was cleaned. In reality, the restaurant was an Allied cover used for clandestine meetings. “To say the least.”

She’d heard they also had excellent food, which was a shame because somehow she and Steve always drew the short straw of the sewer entry. Steve carefully lowered himself into the hole then reached back up for her as he balanced on the thin ledge above the sewerage. “So, what are we going to do?”

“Well,” she sat and slid down through the hole as Steve helped her, hands wrapped around her waist. “I suppose I could get caught coming out of your tent.”

Steve reached up, closing the grate and door over, and then leaned down and kissed her gently in the dark. “I don’t like that. I don’t like any of this. It’s going to invalidate you to so many of—”

She reached up, stopping him. “I’ve never given a damn about my reputation, and I’m not about to start, now. They can think what they want about me, but despite how long term and dangerous this could be, it has the potential to give us a huge advantage.” She slipped her fingers through his. “In fact, people talking about me can only help us in this. If Hydra think I’ve been ostracized, it makes more sense for me to flip sides.”

Steve stepped forward, squeezing her hand as he pulled her behind him. “I understand it. On an intellectual level… strategically… it makes sense.” He sidestepped a pile of garbage as he pulled them down the tiny ledge, his enhanced vision guiding them through the murky sewer. They had a half mile trek before it opened up and they could make their way back to camp on his motorcycle that was hidden in the brush by the drainage pipe. He huffed a laugh. “You know, you and me disappearing from camp like this probably only fuels those rumors.”

“Wouldn’t everyone be just—” Peggy paused, stumbling for a second on a slick patch before catching her balance and continuing, “just so scandalized to realize we’re not off for a snog in the woods, but traipsing through a sewer and getting secret orders?”

Steve slowed, turning back to her and taking her in his arms. “You know, it’s not too late for some of that…” he teased.

Peggy gave him a gentle smack on the shoulder and pushed him around, starting their march again. “Save it, soldier. I prefer to kiss you in settings that don’t smell like the latrines, thank you very much.” She waited until they were firmly on the move before speaking again, picking her way carefully behind him. “Despite the circumstances,” she whispered, knowing he could hear it, “I’ll take any excuse I can get.”

His hand squeezed hers tight again. “When this is all over…” It was a sentence they started often, but rarely finished.

She smiled, hanging on to his arm as she moved over a cracked part of the ledge. “Yes, yes. Dancing and dinner dates and all the romance I can stand, right Rogers?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He slowed, making sure she was over and steady before moving on.

“Well, like it or not, we may be stealing moments like this for the foreseeable future.” She sighed, thinking of what might lay ahead of them: weeks, or even months and years of deep cover.

“Not,” Steve grumbled, taking her hand tighter in his and pulling her behind him through the dark sewer, “I choose not liking it.”

~*~ The Next Morning 0600

Phillips waved his secretary out of the tent and rounded his desk, sitting on the edge so he could talk in hushed tones to the two across from him. “So, what do you have for me?”

Steve and Peggy looked at one another for a long moment before he pulled out his compass and handed it to Phillips.

The colonel shook his head. “It’s looks like that that give you two idiots away. Every time.” He sighed, holding up the golden compact. “Context?”

“The newsreel crew should be here tomorrow, right?” Steve started, motioning for Philips to open the compass. “We let them catch a glimpse of that on the reel, and you conveniently ‘miss’ it when you approve the footage.”

Phillips looked down at the compass, shaking his head. It was clear the picture of his best spy was rather comfortable in the compass and had not been put in there just last night. “How long have you been potentially compromising my best— No. You know what? I don’t want to know how long you thought this boneheaded idea of carrying her picture around was smart.” Phillips stood and made his way back to his chair, sitting heavily as he played with the compass. “Wasn’t a good idea then, but it should work well enough now.”

“We also have the element of speed,” Peggy added, looking between the two men carefully. “That footage can be across the allied countries in a matter of days, meaning Hydra will see it just as fast.”

Phillips nodded. “As soon as it’s out, the gossip rags will be all over the State Department’s poster boy having a sweetheart, and you get an immediate transfer.” He tossed the compass back to Steve, who caught it despite his surprise. “Help it along. You two go do a poor job of pretending to avoid each other. I don’t like making it look like we’re screwing up, but if we’re doing it, we’re gonna do it right.”

#Steggy Bingo Bash #Steggy Fic #3P's Fic

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