#me : why ?!?! OOOO WAIT ITS VALENTINES DAY

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Happy Valentines day !!!

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can you do a shuri x riri smut for valentine’s day?

warn; smut jealousy oooo i luv it, porn yall, strength kink, size diff, possessive shuri.

a/n oooo yalll i luvvv this one, ALSO I DIDNT PROOF READ BITCH IM TIRED

JEALOUS

if his bitchass look over here again im going to fucking kill him

needless to say, the night isnt going to play. riri and shuri sit hand in hand, in a booth. the two find themselves at a diner, in chicago for valentines. riri got the invite from instagram.

“ come on shuri please, can we go? plus its a good time since your in town” riri pleaded to shuri.

“oh fine we can go plus i want a good unhealthy american milkshake”.

so here they are slurping on vanilla milkshakes and chewing on a large order of fries. pink and red paper cutouts float all around them. cute hearts and x’s and o’s, placed all over the table. big themed balloons cover the ceiling. and honesty, the night was going so, so well. shuri and riri talk about any and everything. from work and college life to how to eat a milkshake and fries properly. 

“no bruh you have to dip the fry in the milkshake” riri reaches to grab the fry from shuri’s hand 

“what no i don't want to” she weaves riri’s hand, scooting farther in the booth

“what? why not, it's good!” riri gives up and grabs fries from the basket.

“i don't think thats…right. like who wants soggy fries?”

“girl please here just try it” riri dips the fry and hands it to shuri. the older reluctantly strains her neck. with one more look at riri she bites down on the new food. after a few chews, she chimes in.

“mmmm this is good”

“i knoww” riri claps her hands together, happy that shuri actually liked it.

“ although i can feel the diabetes growing on me”

 happiness danced between the two. well, that was until, some guy walked into their sight. he stopped and leaned on the white walls. placing his disgusting eyes of lust on riri.

“ummm” riri begins to shift uncomfortably, shuri speaks up quickly, noticing the change.  

“wait, you know him, because what is he looking at?” shuri starts already on defense mode

“wait, chill. chill! if he doesn’t stop, then we can just leave. okay?”

shuri slowly agrees, and she sets her eyes of the man. he quickly turns his head, noticing a man walking up to him. he says something to the random man, seconds pass, and the ugly eyes are on riri again

“okay, his time is up” shuri rises from the booth

“shuri ! shuri sit down” riri leans over the table, a loose grip on shuri’s wrist

“what?” she speaks but doesn’t move her eyes from the new target

“you can’t just go hitting on people! this is america!!!”

“uhhh okay? your point”

“the chicago police will have our ass because you be hitting people”

“ look, i know you're new here but, america’s navy blue gang doesn’t scare me. plus with your criminal history now you decide to be scary ”

“GIRL-okay look shuri, don't. hurt. nobody”

“riri if his bitchass look over here again im going to fucking kill him”

“oh my god”

“bast what, first of all look at him. thats a MAN! YOUR GAY WITH A GIRLFRIEND. ri he doesn’t even view you as a human, looking at you like that. and i don’t share nor like it”

while the two genius pass words, the nightmare of the night walks up to them. shuri jumps up with no hesitation. riri rushe's to grab her top, yanking her back.

“aye aye slime let holler at you-” 

“she good” shuri speaks up for riri, hoping this guy would just get the hint.

“tuh! i was talking to shawty with the fat-”

 a loud smack is heard throughout the diner. with a blur, riri sees the man’s body fly back. the boy slams into a broken chair. he slumps down on a now broken chair, way pass his original standing point. riri watches and lingers as people gather around the man. slurping pulls her out of the daze, looking over to her right she sees shuri. the royal carries on slurping the vanilla shake.

“ damnit i want the cherry but i can’t get it” 

 “ bruh you can’t be for real right now” 

“i don’t see why you so worried about his ugly ass”

“i’m not worried bout him you just can’t-”

“did he make you feel uncomfy?” riri’s breath gets caught in her throat. he did. and a part of her is happy shuri punched his ass into the wall. riri stammers over her words as shuri sits in the booth.

“oh okay then” shuri says while slurping her straw

riri shakes her head, looking to the right she sees the people walking through the door. two of them, muscled men in blue wrinkly outfits, strutting over to them.

“shuri them people coming, we gotta go” riri grabs the two bags on the table.

“oh okay i’m talking the milkshake, you want the fries tho?”

“no i don’t want no damn fries! let’s go.”

“ooooo aggressive! wait! wait!” riri walks out of the diner, making shuri jogging a bit to catch up with her. shuri sees the tiny girl in a pink top and loose jeans get closer and closer.

“okay slow down! mama slow down!” shuri breathes out and sucks in long breaths

“man bye, stop acting like your tired! im tired. i need a drink after the shit you be pulling” 

shuri thinks it's smart to keep quiet as they walk down the chicago streets, looking for a decent bar. soon the two have two drinks each. watermelon and strawberry margaritas. shuri currently chews on her and riri’s pieces of fruit from their drinks.

“no because? what is wrong with you- like we get it your strong as shit but like all that so unnecessary” riri starts wanting to get to the bottom for why shuri acted like that.

“it’s a problem that i don’t like that bitch”

“stop fucking lying, WHY don’t you like him besides the entire creepy? weirdo? part”

“girl, im not lying”

“ …girl? shuri you buzzed a bit?”

“don’t make me feel like that! so are youu”

yeah they most definitely feel it. luckily two drinks are the limit, only to feel a little buzz. and in riri’s case it allows her to shed the nerves and anxiety. 

“ i know what your problem is” riri smacks and chews on the ice from the drinks.

“ ri please, it's valentines” shuri joins, gnawing down on the ice.

“ girl hush up- you sooo jealous of everything and everyone”

“that’s not true” shuri calls over the bartending closing out the tab. they still linger, chewing on the ice, still talking.

“oh its not true? ok what is then big head”

“number one, your head is bigger than mine. and im not jealous-”

“ you’re right, it's call delusional i mean possessive”

“ yeahh…. and that’s not a crime! i know what i am do you know what you are?”

“ oh easy a genius!”

hours later, shuri is grabbing riri’s hand and leading her out of the bar.

“where we finna go?” the smaller ask but is meet with silence 

“ummm where are you taking me? helloooo answer the question!” riri begins poking the panther's cheeks and tugging their matching clothes.

“ahem ahem! ngangamsha (your majesty) where areth thou taking me”

“ooooo okay you’ve been practicing” shuri breaks the silence, surprised on riri’s improvement

“yeaaa! cuz i’m in the game fr, you know i do this!”

“ but i do have a little surprise. since we had to leave the restaurant because of weirdos”

shuri covers her eyes as she leads her into the further into the airbnb. riri jumps and shakes from excitement.

“ooo okay okay is it food or like something else” riri asks for a hint, while she sticks her hands in the air trying to feel around for the answer.

“i’m not telling you, you’re literally about to see it”

“okay well move your fingers” then she tries to pry shuri’s fingers from her eyes. once the engineer gives up on the method, she starts to duck under the hands. 

“slow down” shuri laughs and her antics slow down 

“ you are gonna hurt yourself” walking a few steps forward shuri let’s riri’s eyes see the room.

valentines theme food is everywhere. from their favorite fruit, desserts,candy. watermelon, cupcakes, cookies, donuts, big candied grapes, every red and pink candy under the sun. and if it isn’t red or pink, it’s covered in colored chocolate. 

“awwww baby this is so cuteee pause. is this our name on the cookies? stawp”

“ yeah since i cut the diner short i thought you would like it”

“like it? i love it ” riri grabs a pink cookie biting into it

“good, i love you” shuri wraps her arms around the smaller’s waist. riri leans her head back on shuri’s chest. she still nibbles on the sweet cookie, eyes full of stars. body working up a nice heat, as shuri rubs up and down. she traces words in her skin and plays with her pink tank top. the smaller twists her body in shuri’s hold. turning to look up at shuri she offers the rest of the cookie. shuri holds on riri as she feeds her the cookie. once shuri has eaten it all, riri brushe's off crumbs and pink sugar pieces with her fingers. soft fingers brush skin around shuri’s lips. 

“clean” riri whisperers.

 riri doesn’t move her fingers though. she slowly makes her way to rest her limbs on shuri’s shoulders. the two share a look of want and need before moving closer.

“i love you too” riri breathes out before shuri crashe's their lips together. small pants fall out of each other's mouths. they both put in effort to wreck the other. riri bites down on shuri’s bottom lip, knowing it will cause her to lose her shit. in return, shuri swipes riri off the ground and puts her against the wall. placing her veiny hand on riri’s jaw, shuri kisses into her mouth. using her other hand, she holds her up against the wall. riri spreads her legs, welcoming shuri into her. shuri grinds their clothed heats together, causing riri to break the kiss.

“ fuck don't stop” riri sucks on shuri's tongue and laps every part of the older’s mouth. tears swell up in the engineer's eyes. growing restless, shuri holds riri to her chest as she makes her way to the bed. 

shuri tightens the hold on riri neck as she dips her long fingers into riri’s pussy. she pumps at a steady pace, curling fingers. riri screams as she plays with the sensitive muscles. she leans down to her lips. using her free hand, she spanks riri’s ass. the recoil doing nothing, but rocking her in the digits even more. 

“spread it open” shuri demands. riri recess her grip the sheets and shuri’s hair. she wiggles her hands to gain more feeling. finally, she reaches down to her legs. hands on her thighs, she pulls them apart.

“ummhmmm keep it like that”

while riri holds her legs, shuri pumps her fingers in and out mesmerized.  she’s in a loop, brown and pink with slick has her in a trance. the only thing breaking her out is the whimpers from the girl herself. she slowly pulls out, eyes locked with riri’s. shuri only has the tip of her fingers in as she pushe's all the away back in and uses her thumb to circle riri’s clit. riri eyes roll to the back of her head as she throws her head back, hitting the bed 

“hhayi (no) get up and look at me” shuri rasps out

on wobbly arms, riri manages to sit back up. shuri again slowly pulls out. she looks at her glistening fingers before offering them riri. as riri tongue swipes over shuri's fingers, the taller allows a long then line of spit to fall over riri’s spread out heat. shuri leans down and kisses riri’s pretty swollen lips. smacking fills the room 

“haa haa fuck shuri mmmm” riri let’s the moans spill out her mouth.

“i bet you thought that shit was cute huh” shuri talks while eating 

“what are talk- fuck me god”

“can’t nobody touch you like this but me."

“can’t nobody do it like you baby” riri cries out. shuri places her hands on riri’s thighs. she pushe's back on her legs, making her body curve. she can make riri’s body rock, and on her mouth she did.  tongue flat she works riri’s body against her. heavy planted up and down her legs go, while shuri's mouth slurps side to side

“fuck baby fuck”

switching it up, she picks up riri from her spread position, and plopping her on her face. above, riri tries to buck away from shuri. griping on to riri’s thighs, shuri continues to eat. juices poop out of the smaller, quickly covering shuri face as they drip down her neck. 

“shuri i’m s-s-sh mama i’m so close”

humming, shuri focuses on riri’s clit, she sucks and licks fast. when riri voice cracks, shuri lick her slit. she watches as the tiny girl arches her back with a cry. riri shakes as shuri continues to please her with her fingers.

finally, shuri eased riri back on the bed. the younger still shaking and sniffing her cry’s 

“okay so how you want it” with a cracked voice, riri starts up.

“what”

“man don’t be asking dumb questions, i said how you want it?”

“well missy… you can wait a second, don’t want you crying in my shit” 

“oh you got jokes!? you think you did yo big one and you DIDN’T” riri raises her voice as she's about to get up. the poor girl didn’t even process shuri moving, but she did. she grabs riri throws her down on the bed again. shuri placed her thumb on her clit, she moved it just a teenie weenie bit

“wait please okay”

“ohh that’s what i thought… and i kinda want you on your knees or something”

“okay” riri slips down off the bed, hitting the tile with haste.

“after you eat a bit” shuri says while passing a plate of fruits and water.

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Worth the World - Fluffuary Day 23

Prompt: Flowers

Words: 5463

Summary: Valentine’s Day is not Peter’s favorite holiday by a long shot. And it’s not just because he’s a little jealous of everyone else showing off gifts from their partners. 

But it’s still really nice that an unknown someone sent him a gift this year. Or two. Or— okay, this is getting out of hand.

*

Valentine’s Day.

Ugh. 

Peter sighs. Without a doubt, this is his least favorite holiday. It’s just…

It’s not, as MJ would say, because it’s an over commercialized performative display of heteronormative romance (or something like that; he might have gotten it jumbled up a bit). It’s not even that he doesn’t have—and never has had—someone to spend it with, like Ned tends to suggest. Though that sucks too. 

It’s watching his classmates get flowers and silly singing telegrams and cakes, watching them wander around the rest of the day with balloons trailing behind them and juggling their gifts, everyone seeing it. He’d said as much to Tony—Mr. Stark—a few days ago when he’d apparently been too mopey to be ignored. Which is kinda embarrassing.

He hadn’t known how to really explain the difference between being sad not to get anything and not being sad he didn’t have anyone. It— he would have been just as happy if May sent him something silly; it was about people knowing. It was— kind of selfish, really. No matter how he stumbled around trying to say it, it just sounded bad. In the end, he’d settled for saying it was about wanting to feel normal again, for a little bit. 

He knows Tony doesn’t think much of that. 

It doesn’t really matter. Peter’s never gotten anything before, and it’s not like that’s going to change just because it’s his senior year.

Most of the teachers have given up on getting anything real done during Valentine’s Day, with all the interruptions, but not Mrs. Powell. She’s right in the middle of drawing on the whiteboard—and as far as Peter is concerned, first period is too early for trig--when someone knocks on the door. First delivery of the day, looks like. He stares out the window; at least he doesn’t have to think about math for a few minutes.

“Peter Parker?”

Honestly, it doesn’t even register for a moment. It’s not until Ned pokes him in the side that Peter’s brain stutters back out of shocked white noise and starts running again. “Uh,” he says. “That’s me? I mean, I’m Peter Parker.” 

Someone giggles. 

The lady delivering just smiles at him though. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” she says, and hands him a tall, slim vase, with just one perfect, dark red rose. Peter stares at it. 

Ned elbows him again. “Who’s it from?”

There’s no tag, no note, nothing. “I don’t know,” Peter tells him. “It doesn’t say, so…”

“Oooo,” Flash says. “Parker’s got a secret admirer. Yeah right; you probably sent it to yourself.” Peter can feel how hot his face is and it probably just makes him look really guilty, but he didn’t. Not that he can prove it.

“Back to the reason you’re actually here,” Mrs. Powell says sharply, “maybe Flash can tell us the formula we need to use here.”

Peter has no idea if Flash gives the right answer or not, because he can’t stop staring at the rose. Can’t stop thinking, his mind spinning too fast. 

Someone sent him a gift. 

Part of him is still running through possible gift givers; not MJ, surely not. He can’t even imagine that. Ned’s heard him sigh about getting nothing plenty, but there’s no reason he’d do something now. May? Maybe, and he can totally see her forgetting to even include a note. 

Maybe, he thinks with a sudden swoop of his stomach, it’s a prank. Please don’t let it be a prank. Maybe— maybe there actually is someone who likes him. Maybe there is. 

But even with all that running through his mind, it’s background noise to the single, enormous feeling of actually getting a gift for Valentine’s Day, in front of everyone. 

It’s really nice. 

No one pounces on him in the hall between classes to yell ‘gotcha!’; he gets a few looks and a few smiles, but nothing suspicious. Maybe it really is for real. 

Second period, Mr. Jackson doesn’t even try. Just puts on a movie and grades papers while everyone gossips as other deliveries start arriving, flowers and a teddy bear with candy and a singing telegram, and Peter is no longer the only one drawing attention, thankfully. It was nice getting it early in the day, though. 

“Mr. Parker?”

It— it can’t be. He misheard. Right? 

He raises his hand, slowly. 

A gold box is deposited on his desk, all fancily embossed and no label. No note. 

“Well?” Peter looks up, startled; he hadn’t even heard MJ scoot over in front of his desk. Well, it’s not like Mr. Jackson is paying attention, though it feels like everyone else is. “Are you going to open it?”

“Um,” Peter says. “Yeah, I— I guess? What if it’s like, a glitter bomb?”

MJ looks at him like he’s lost a few marbles. “Ooookay,” she says. “You’ll still have to open it eventually.” 

True. “Well, here goes,” he mutters, and lifts off the top. 

It’s chocolate covered strawberries. Really fancy ones, all decorated and different colors and some are even rolled in stuff. They smell amazing, not kind of artificial like a lot of strawberries do. Not that it’s something he noticed before the bite, but—

“Not glitter,” MJ says, and Peter laughs a little. This is crazy. “No note?”

Maybe they are from her? “Nope,” Peter says. “Uh, you want one?”

They taste pretty amazing too. He ends up sharing them with a couple other people; there’s at least two dozen of them and while he probably could eat them all before they got mushy, he’s pretty sure he’d feel sick. 

He catches Ned in the hall after class. Gives him a strawberry too and takes a couple minutes to freak out at him before third period, because neither Ned or MJ share it with him. “Are you really, really sure it’s not MJ?” Ned asks him.

“I mean, does it even seem like something she’d do?” He doesn’t think so, but then— he might be wrong. 

Ned barely considers it before he shakes his head. 

Third period brings reading Hamlet out loud and a dozen roses. 

They’re lighter than the first one, with a dark yellow center. Really, really pretty, and he gets a couple people ‘awwing’ over them. He still has no clue who is sending these. This is nuts. It’s just— it’s straight up crazy. No one else has gotten more than one delivery yet, and he’s gotten three. Who is it? 

He pulls the first rose out of its vase and tucks in the center of these roses, trying to ignore the way a bunch of his classmates are looking at him and giggling. It stands out against the lighter ones; Peter bites his lip.

Please don’t let this be some elaborate prank, he thinks. He can’t really imagine why someone would put this much effort into it—and money, roses aren’t cheap for Valentine’s Day!—just to make fun of him, but then he doesn’t really understand why people started making fun of him in the first place. 

Maybe it’s Flash. He wouldn’t care about the cost and he’d probably love to humiliate Peter in a big, showy way. 

Ned’s mouth drops open when he sees Peter carrying this newest gift. “Wow,” he says. “This is crazy.”

“That’s what I said!” 

He can’t concentrate even a little bit during fourth period. Ned keeps looking over at him every time Peter’s leg starts jittering again, but he can’t help himself. He feels nearly sick with nerves, waiting for whatever is next. Because three times— three times is a pattern. Three times means there’s almost definitely going to be a fourth. 

There is. 

This time it’s a box, a little bigger than his hand. He’s pretty sure this one isn’t a glitter bomb either, but he still hesitates. 

Stares, once he’s opened it. “Dude,” Ned says, craning over. “What is it?” 

“Uh,” Peter says, tilting the box so Ned can see too. “It’s a watch.” A really fancy looking watch; it’s not flashy, not like some of the really crazy watches Peter’s seen Tony wear, but sleekly elegant. Slim and dark and just— pretty. Something Peter could actually see himself wearing. 

“Is that a Piguet?” Flash says behind him and Peter startles. “Seriously? When did you nab yourself a rich sugar daddy?” He eyes Peter, a slow once over. “How? I mean, come on, Parker.” 

He says it all loud enough that people are staring, of course, and Peter’s face is so hot it hurts. “That’s not—” he says, “I’m not— I don’t! They’re not that kind of gifts!”

“Like you know anyone that could afford something like that,” Flash says before he saunters off. Why is he such a dick? 

“You’re not though, right?” Ned says, much quieter. Peter gives him a betrayed look and Ned holds up his hands. “I don’t think you would!” Ned says. “It’s just. Really weird, that’s all.”

“I know,” Peter says, staring down at the watch, and a little of the excited, pleased shine has been rubbed away by Flash making things all… sordid. For second, he almost just closes the box and shoves it in his backpack, but— no. No, he’s not going to do that. 

It fits like it was made to measure, and it looks good on him too. 

MJ shares fifth period with them; “So?” she says. “Was there more?” Peter holds up his wrist and MJ’s eyebrows rise. 

“Wow,” she says. “That’s actually really nice looking. I was kind of hoping for something flashier.” 

Peter glares at her. “This whole thing is flashy,” he mutters, but even if he’s feeling pretty embarrassed… he’s kind of enjoying it too. 

“Bets on what’s next?” MJ asks Ned. Ned shakes his head. Peter doesn’t say anything, but he’s pretty sure it’s going to be flowers again. 

Maybe he should have bet, because he’s right. It’s roses again, two dozen of them, a slight lighter red than the first, and every single petal is edged with gold. Not like, yellow flower color gold, but literal gold foil or paint or something; it actually shines under the light. 

Ned and MJ stare at them in silence right alongside him. “Well,” Mj says eventually. “That’s— flashier.” 

“But like, classy,” Ned says. “I wonder if that’s real gold. That’d be crazy, right? Can’t be.” 

Peter would almost be willing to bet it is. 

He’s really, really wishing he had the first clue what’s going on. 

He needs help carrying them to lunch, so Ned takes the smaller vase. (Okay, he could have carried them all but he would have had to sticky something and it might look weird.) He’s already getting plenty of attention; the glances and smiles from earlier have turned into stares and whispers, and in the cafeteria there’s all the other grades that haven’t seen things delivered. Peter kind of wants to hide out in the library for lunch or something, but he’s hungry. At least he can have a little break, right?

Wrong. So wrong. Because it seems like the second they set Peter’s flowers down, there’s a polite throat clearing behind him. 

Peter turns, and there’s a guy with a bunch of bags. “Um. Hi?” 

“Are you Peter Parker?” When Peter nods, the guys nods too and steps past him to put the bags on their table. They stare as he starts pulling out container after container after container, and there’s a noticeable hush at the tables around them, more and more people watching. 

“This is a new one for me,” the guys says, casually. “Never thought of doing something like this for Valentine’s? But I might steal the idea for myself, next year. Anyway. Happy Valentine’s Day; enjoy!” 

Peter pries open a container and the most amazing smell wafts out. His stomach straight up growls. “I… I guess this is lunch?” he says. Takes another look at the pile of containers. “Lunch for all three of us, actually.” 

“I am dying to know who is doing this,” MJ says, opening another container, and Ned’s not wasting any time either. 

“You and me both,” Peter says.

“Seriously,” Ned says and passes him a tray. “You don’t have any ideas at all?”

Peter shakes his head. 

The food is good; scratch that, the food is amazing. Somehow everything is hot and nothing is soggy and every single thing is something Peter likes. There’s a soup in particular that Peter makes Peter nearly moan when he takes the first bite. 

It’s… familiar? How— why does he know this dish? Where has he had it before?

He closes his eyes when he takes the next bite and tries to stop thinking for a second. Not very successfully, but it doesn’t matter because the memory hits him like a brick. 

He’s had this in Tony’s workshop. 

Peter doesn’t know the name of the place—though he’s pretty sure it’s a lot closer to Stark Tower than it is to his school—but he knows this dish. Tony orders in food for them pretty often and this had shown up once and Peter had eaten every bit of it. Had been really obvious in how much he liked it, because it showed up several more times without Tony ever saying a word about it. 

No one else would know that. 

“Peter?”

He looks up; Ned’s frowning at him. “You okay?” he says. “You were just staring at your food for ages.” 

“Yeah,” Peter says, his mouth dry. “Yeah, uh, I’m fine. I’m— yeah, fine.” He makes himself start eating again, but as amazing as it tastes he’s barely registering it, because Tony sent this. Tony had to have sent this. There’s no way someone else would just choose this out of the way, definitely does not deliver here restaurant, or this specific meal. And if Tony sent this, it means Tony sent everything else too. 

Peter’s doesn’t know what to do with that fact. Theory. No, fact. 

Tony sent him— why? Why would he do this? What possible reason could there be? It’s just— it’s crazy. Peter’s pretty sure it’s not a joke, even if Tony finds it funny, but that only makes it harder to understand. 

Is it pity? Did he hear Peter complaining about not getting things and decide to fake someone being into him so Peter wouldn’t feel left out? Does he feel sorry for Peter? 

Was he ever going to tell Peter it was him, or just let him keep wondering forever? 

He can’t wait for school to be over now, because he needs answers.

Fifth period, he knows exactly what to expect, and Tony—probably Tony, 99% sure Tony—doesn’t disappoint. Roses, more roses, over two dozen for sure but Peter’s not counting, white with dark, dark red edges. Roses, and every time Peter ever smells roses again he’s going to think of this; he doesn’t know if that makes him want to cry or not. 

Because even if Tony isn’t doing this for a laugh, or out of pity, he’s not doing it because he actually is interested in Peter like that. 

And Peter desperately, desperately wishes he was. 

By the time sixth period comes around, everyone in class knows that Peter Parker is (supposedly, thanks Flash) getting a gift every hour from his sugar daddy, and everyone is watching him, just waiting for what’s next. Peter hunches his shoulders and puts his head down and gets more and more tense as the minutes tick by and nothing appears. 

It’s not until the last ten minutes of class that the gift is delivered, late enough that Peter had started to hope that maybe that was it. This gift comes in another box, about the same size as the watch box but slimmer. Peter takes a deep breath before he opens it. 

Snaps it shut a minute later, before Ned’s even had a chance to lean over. 

Oh, god. 

“Peter,” Ned hisses. “What is it? Come on, man. Why do you look like that?”

Peter shakes his head; leans over and whispers in Ned’s ear. “It’s a key,” he says. “A— a car key.”

Ned’s just as wide eyed as Peter feels. “They got you a car?” Ned whispers back.

“I think so?” Peter says. He doesn’t know what else to think about the key and fob in the box. Or the little card tucked in with them: Don’t worry, FRIDAY has the wheel until I get the chance to show you some real driving.

He guesses Tony isn’t trying to hide after all. Oh my god, Tony got him a car. Probably a ridiculously expensive, ridiculously fast, ridiculously flashy car, and Peter doesn’t even know how to drive. Not really. Stealing Flash’s car doesn’t count for much. What is he going to do with a car? Where is he going to keep a car?

What is Tony thinking? 

He knows what he wishes Tony is thinking, as impossible and hopeless as it is. Because it is. It is, utterly and completely, no matter how Peter wishes this was Tony wanting to… to court him, in his usual over the top way. No matter how much Peter wants to think that this might actually mean something, it doesn’t. He knows that. 

“You still don’t know who it is?” MJ whispers, and it’s really unnerving the way so many people are staring at them. 

“Uh,” Peter says. “Actually—” He sighs. “It’s Tony.” 

For a minute, she doesn’t get it. “Tony— wait. Are you. You mean. Really?” 

“Does that mean you’re, you know,” Ned says, making vague gestures. “Together?”

“What? No! Of course not!” 

“So he just… does this sort of thing?” MJ asks.

“I don’t know,” Peter says. “I guess? I don’t know what he’s thinking.” 

“Does he even get that it’s super weird?” Ned says, and Peter shrugs. Everything Tony has been involved with that included Peter has been pretty weird. Where is this supposed to fall on that scale? 

Seventh period lasts forever, Peter resenting every second. He’s almost free. He’s so close to escaping and being able to ask Tony what the fuck is going on. Just half an hour. Just twenty minutes. Just—

“Peter Parker?”

No, no no no. 

He puts his hand up and his head down, and when he lifts it again, there are roses everywhere. Dozens and dozens and dozens, every one of them the dark red of the very first one. How many are there? Did Tony buy out an entire florist? What is he thinking? What is Peter going to do with all of them? He doesn’t even know how he could get them home. 

This is a nightmare; Peter puts his head back down and groans.

MJ laughs softly, and when he looks at her she’s sort of petting one of the roses. “He’s really going for some grand gesture thing, isn’t he,” she says. 

If Tony was— if Peter was— if they were actually together, or if Peter believed for a second this was leading there, this would be incredibly romantic. Really, really excessive and ridiculous, but still. Really romantic too. And Peter would still be blushing so hard he almost thinks it’s never going to fade, but he’d also be so— 

So happy. 

Instead, he just wants to cry. 

Miss Ahuja gives him permission to leave most of them in her room for a few hours, until he can figure out what to do with them, so Peter just takes the gold tipped ones and the yellow and red ones and the very first one with him. 

And almost runs right into Happy when he comes out of the classroom. 

“I— Happy?” Peter says, because this day just keeps getting weirder. 

“Hey, Peter,” Happy says. “I was told to help you carry stuff to the car. What kind of stuff are we talking about? Why can’t you get it all?”

“Um,” Peter says. Leans back and pushes the classroom door open; Happy pokes his head in and sighs. “Wait, the car?”

“So it’s like that,” Happy says, whatever that’s supposed to mean. “Alright, kid. Got any friends to help out?” 

“Yeah, um, Ned, can you—” and Ned’s already grabbing a vase, MJ right behind him. “Seriously though, the car?”

“The car,” Happy says. “Which I need the keys for. What?” he says when Peter frowns. “Tony had the thing dropped off, I guess.” 

“Right,” Peter says. “Because that makes perfect sense. Why would he—” He sighs. “Right. Keys.”

“Could be worse,” Happy says while Peter digs out the box and hands it to him. “Could be a giant bunny.”

“A— a what?”

“You don’t want to know.”

The car is not what Peter was expecting. Okay, he’s sure it’s incredibly expensive and fast, but it’s not flashy. At least, not overtly so, like a lot of the cars Tony drives. It’s silver and sleek and a convertible, so at least there’s still something wholly impractical about it. It takes them three trips to bring out all the roses and they completely fill the backseat, Peter having to stick a vase down by his feet as well. 

“Where am I taking you?” Happy asks. “Home? May’s going to have fun with this.”

Oh no. No. “Actually,” Peter says, “could you maybe take me to the tower? I, uh. Think I need to talk to Ton— Mr. Stark.” 

Happy snorts. “Going to read him the riot act, huh? Good luck with that. Not that he doesn’t deserve it,” he adds, looking over his shoulder. 

“Yeah,” Peter says, weakly. “Yeah, that.” 

It festers inside him on the drive, this awful little fragment of hope that’s been growing ever since lunch. This tiny voice that keeps saying, what if he does? What if he is? What if he feels something? 

It a really stupid voice and a stupid idea, but he has to ask something. Even if he can’t come out and ask it straight up, he has to at least ask something.

“Good luck,” Happy says when Peter climbs out. Pats him on the back. “Keys’ll be in the side pocket when you’re done.” Peter nods, not really paying any attention. 

Tony’s in the workshop. Of course he is. 

For a minute—for two, three, four, and FRIDAY doesn’t say anything so it’s okay—Peter just watches him, and wants. 

Tony notices him eventually, like he always does, even when he’s in the middle of something. “Hey!” he says. “How’s it going, kid?” He grins, slow and obviously pleased with himself. “Have a good day?”

Peter walks a little closer to him. “I— I had a really weird day,” he says. “Um. I mean, thank you? That was— really—” Words fail him and he waves his hands around vaguely; he doesn’t even really know what he’s trying to say.

“Oh, you’re wearing it,” Tony says. “Good, here— lemme show you something. Right, so, tap the face three times and then turn the outer ring clockwise.” Peter does, because at this point, why not. 

There’s a click, and then a moment later the watch is unfolding itself, spreading up his arm and down his palm. Is turning into a variation on his web-shooters. Peter stares at it.

“It doesn’t pack quite the punch your usual ones do,” Tony says, “but it’s easier to keep on hand all the time. Hopefully you can wear this anywhere without raising eyebrows, and it’ll be closer to hand then the nano ones even.”

Everything Tony has done today has been excessive and over the top and way, way too much, but this— this is the thing that breaks Peter. This is the thing that makes it obvious, makes it so, so obvious, that Tony put thought into this. That Tony didn’t just do this on a whim or for a laugh. 

Right?

“Tony,” Peter says, slowly. “What— what exactly did you mean, with all this?” 

“What did I mean?” Tony says, just as slowly, confused. 

“Was it— was it a joke? Or—”

“No!” Tony says, cutting him off. “God, no, it’s not a joke. Peter— shit. I just. You sounded so down about being invisible for Valentine’s, and I thought— that, that you could have something nice for it. Should have something nice for it. And I could fix that? I—” He sighs, rubbing his hand over his face. “I wanted to give you a nice day. And— a little flex, you know? Since you have to hold yourself back so much already, I thought— why not show them someone thinks you’re worth the world?” 

“Oh,” Peter says.

“I fucked up,” Tony says, “didn’t I. I’m sorry. I should have just— was it awful?”

“You didn’t— no,” Peter tells him, and he means it. “No, it wasn’t awful. It was nice, I did have a nice day. It’s just…”

“I know,” Tony says. “Too much.” 

Yeah, but. If they were— 

Peter liked it. 

“So,” he says. “It was because you wanted to be nice,” and it’s so, so hard to force the next words out. “Was… was that it? All it was?”

Tony hesitates, looking at him. “Yes?” he says. “Was— is there something else it should have been?”

He was wrong. He knew it, he knew it and yet it still felt like a weight sinking right down though his chest, into his stomach. “No,” he says. Shakes his head. 

“Peter,” Tony says. “Was there something else you thought it was?” And, a moment later, when Peter can’t quite bring himself to say anything but can’t quite manage to leave either, “Was there something you wanted it to be?”

He should say something. He should say something, because roses and watches that turn into web-shooters and Tony wanting people to think someone loved Peter. He should— “It’s just,” he says. “It’s. You know. Valentine’s Day. I thought— I hoped—” No, that’s not right. 

“I wanted it to actually be because you—” God, he’s so terrible at this. 

“Kid,” Tony says so softly, and this is where he tries his hardest to let Peter down gently, isn’t it. “Come here, will you?” 

There’s no point in saying no, so Peter goes to him. Comes even closer when Tony gestures him forward, and then Tony reaches out and sets his hand on Peter’s hip and pulls him a step closer, until Peter’s standing between Tony’s legs. There’s a faint flutter of hope trying to rise up again, and Peter tells it to fuck off. This isn’t that. 

“I’d be lying if I said that hadn’t occurred to me,” Tony says, and Peter stares at the casing on Tony’s chest, unable to look higher. “I’d— I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t on my mind while I was deciding what to get you, that I haven’t— haven’t thought of you like that. But that doesn’t make it okay.”

He’s not hearing this right. He can’t be. 

“I couldn’t do that to you, Peter,” Tony says, and he sounds tired. “It’s more than a little fucked up for me to even be interested, much less act on it. I don’t— you’ve got your whole life ahead of you, and I don’t want you to end up damaged in the ways this sort of shit can. You don’t need that living in your head forever, don’t need me dragging you down.”

He is hearing this right. What the fuck. He is— and Tony is— 

“Why are you so sure it’s going to go so wrong?” Peter asks. “It doesn’t have to?”

“It does,” Tony says. “It will. It— it always does, Peter. There are some gaps you just can’t bridge. And when it’s your first, it doesn’t ever really fade. It just. It doesn’t. I don’t want you to end up like—” 

He sighs, and Peter finally looks up. Tony looks as miserable as Peter feels. “I want you to be better than me, kid.” 

Peter thinks. Chews on his lip and takes his time because he has to do this right, he has to say this right, and Tony gives him that time. Just waits, quietly watching him, his hand burning on Peter’s hip. 

“You keep saying what I don’t need,” Peter says finally. “And what you want, and like. I know you don’t think I’ll make smart decisions, and I know you want to protect me, but… why can’t I know what I need? What about what I want? For once, can I get to choose what happens to me?”

Why does everyone always think they know what’s better for him than he does? Maybe he’s still a teen, but he’s not stupid. 

Tony’s pulled back a little, looking at him closer. “Alright,” he says, after what feels like ages. “What do you want?”

Maybe— maybe he can hope. “Can we try?” Peter asks. “For a little? At least see what happens? Because—” He swallows, hard. “Because I really want this, even if you think it’s a bad idea.”

“I just don’t want you to do something you’ll end up regretting.”

“Well,” Peter says, “that’s kind of already happened. A lot. So.” 

The silence goes on and on and on, neither of them moving, and Peter doesn’t know what else to say. 

So he ends up just blurting out the next thought in his head, like an idiot. “Would you— would you kiss me? Please?”

He doesn’t think it’s going to happen, even when Tony’s hand settles against his cheek, even when Tony leans in, even when Tony’s lips are almost on his. It doesn’t seem possible that it’s happening, but it is, and oh, fuck, it’s so good. It’s soft and barely more than brushing their lips together and even so, when Tony pulls back Peter sways after him, this tiny noise catching in his throat.

If the first one was good, this kiss is mindblowing, Tony’s lips opening under his and his tongue against Peter’s and his arms around Peter, pressing them together. Peter wraps his arms around Tony’s neck and clings, moans into Tony’s mouth and wishes he didn’t have to breathe. 

“Jesus, Peter,” Tony whispers. “You can’t make noises like that, or I’m not going to be able to control myself.”

“Don’t,” Peter says, trying to tug him back. “Don’t bother. I don’t even want you to.” 

Tony laughs and while Peter could make him get closer, he doesn’t want to use his strength like that. 

“Okay,” Tony says, “so I knew it was a bad idea the second I bought it, and I didn’t think I was ever actually going to be able to give it to you, but I got you another gift.” Peter kind of doesn’t care all that much, but if Tony’s telling him now, there’s probably a reason. 

“It’s over there,” Tony says, nodding at a different desk, and when Peter—very reluctantly—steps away to go there, Tony’s right behind him.

There’s a flat, rectangular box on the table, black, about as big as Peter’s laptop; it’s surprisingly light when he picks it up. 

Inside, there’s this— this pale, pale pink, almost white, thing. This thing that’s all mesh and lace and a lot of straps and Peter’s not even really sure how it should go on, but his breath catches anyway with how hard and fast the want hits him. 

“Please,” Tony says, pressed right up against his back, his chin on Peter’s shoulder. “Please tell me if this is too much, too fast, but I’m thinking you could go upstairs and put that on, so I can take it right back off. Yes? No?”

Peter can’t breathe. He nods, over and over, vigorously, and Tony laughs against his neck. “You want to try that in words, baby?”

Baby, Peter thinks, his brain completely short circuiting. “Yes. Yes,” he manages eventually, “I could absolutely do that. I would really really like to do that. I would love to do that.”

Tony sucks in a breath, and Peter can feel how he shudders, clinging a little tighter to Peter for a moment. “Okay,” Tony says, so softly Peter’s not even sure it was meant for him. “Good.” He steps back. “I’ll see you soon.”

Peter picks the box up; makes it halfway to the door before he gathers enough courage to stop, to turn back and say “Tony?”

Tony’s head snaps up, and he looks worried. 

“Don’t take too long.”

There’s a second where Tony’s eyes just go wide, and then he’s smiling, grinning, growing slowly across his face. It’s so much happier than he’s looked since Peter showed up, and it feels— it feels incredible to know he made Tony smile like that. He made Tony happier. 

He’s going to make Tony feel a lot of things. He’s sure of it.

*

AO3

[deans-baby-momma]

Mommy’s (Not So) Good Girl-22

I can't wipe the smile off my face as I head back to my dormitory. Dean had driven almost 70 miles, an hour one-way, just to speed a few hours on a college campus with me.

I grab the knob on my door and open it, walking into the room. Sheila and Debby are sitting on Sheila's bed. They look at me and smirk.

"What?" I ask.

"Now, I know you made your bed this morning before you left for class," Sheila begins.

"And now it's a rumpled mess. Look-" Debby says, pointing to my side of the room. "-the sheet is barely hanging on and the comforter is practically in the floor!"

"Plus it smells like sex in here," Sheila claims. "So we want to know who'd you boink today? Valentine's Day 2010."

I can feel the heat of the blush rise up on my cheeks. I can't exactly tell them who had been in my room, in my bed,  buried inside me could I? So I just stand there embarrassed and flustered.

Dean's cum was dripping out of me into my panties and my roommate and her best friend was questioning my activities. Shit!

I relent and tell them, "Just a guy from back home."

"Oooo, so he drove all this way, just to see you for a few hours and a quick romp in the sack? On Valentine's Day?!" Sheila questions.

"It must be love," she continues, a dreamy look in her eyes. "Girl, why haven't you told me about him?! Who is he? How'd you meet?"

"Where is he?" Debby interjects, but I don't hear her.  Sheila's words have me panicking.  

Love? No, Dean doesn't love me.  He loves my mom! But then the words he said right before we had sex come back to me.  "Can I make love to you now?” 

OH. MY. GOD! Has Dean fallen in love with me?!

Trying to quell my overactive mind and flailing heartbeat,  I focus on their questions. Thinking quickly, I come up with answers.

"His name is John. We went to school together," I lie. "And he only had a few hours today so he drove up here to see me for Valentine's Day and now is on his way back."

"How long has this been going on?"

"Huh?" I asked, confused. 

"Dude how long have you been seeing someone?!" Sheila asks, rolling her eyes.

"Oh. Since last summer, "I tell them as I begin to try to remake my bed. "My 21st birthday actually. " Well, at least it's not ALL a lie. 

"Oh," Sheila says and then her eyes widen. "OH! He is daddy isn't he?!'

“I really don’t want to talk about that,” I say as I begin picking at the hem of my shirt. “It’s private.”

“Okay, I’ll give you that. But,” Sheila says as she and Debby head toward the door. “When do we get to meet him? You know put him through the test, give him the ‘You hurt her’ talk?”

“Soon,” I fib. “As soon as he can get away and get back up here.”

SPRING BREAK

I wake with no problem Friday morning, knowing that after turning in my projects for Commerce and Statistics, I will have 9 ½ days of time off to do absolutely nothing.

Well, Dean. I plan to do a lot of Dean during Spring Break. I have ideas and intentions of getting my mother's boyfriend in my bed, in my arms,  in my pussy. 

Ever since Valentine's Day, I had memorised and analyzed every single thing that was said and done and could only come up with one result.

Dean Winchester has fallen for me. He is in love with me! The thought causes a flutter in my chest and puts a smile on my face because I feel the same. And I can't wait to go home for Spring Break and tell him; to say the words I've never told anyone else.

As soon as I submit my report to Professor DuMire, I take off running out of the lecture hall and to my car. If I leave now, I can make it home before Ben gets out of school and Mom or Dean gets home. It will give me time to put my plan into action.

But when I pull into the driveway an hour later, my good mood quickly deflates when I see mom's car in the drive. 'What is she doing home so early?'

Parking behind her Fusion, I turn the key off and look toward the house. 'Well not everything is ruined,' I think to myself. 'I still have time to enact my scheme for seduction.'

I open the door, pulling my duffel from the backseat before heading inside. As soon as the door opens, Mom appears with a baseball bat raised, ready to strike.

"Mom?! What are you doing?" I ask.

"Oh! Abs," she says, relief evident in her tone. Show lowers the weapon and keans it against the staircase. "Thank god it's you."

She looks over her shoulder.  "Ben, it's okay. It's just your sister. Come say hi."

'Ok,' I think. 'There's definitely something going on. She's never made Ben talk to me unless he wanted to. "

I'm torn from my thoughts as sixty pounds of kid tackles into me. Ben wraps his arms around my waist and I can feel him shaking.

"Ok, what the fuck is going on?" I demand. "Where's Dean?"

Mom's face falls as she says, "Ben, why don't you go upstairs and play your game."

Ben lets go of me and does as she asks with no hesitation. As soon as he is out of earshot, Mom turns back to me.

"He's gone. Uh, his brother showed up here. Apparently some bad guys were after him so he faked his death last year." She heads into the kitchen so I follow. 

"So his brother came back? Where are they? Gone to the bar? Gone to catch up?"

"No," mom answers with tears in her eyes. "Sam showed up and then the next day the people who were after him showed up. Your brother and I ran out of the house. Dean took us to his uncle Bobby's house while he and Sam came back to deal with it. 

"When it was safe, Dean came and got us and brought us home but then he packed up and left with Sam. Said it wasn't finished and that as soon as it was, he'd be back. That was 2 weeks ago"

My heart was breaking in my chest at the thought of Dean in danger. "Have you heard from him? When will he be home?"

My voice is calm and collected although inside I was going crazy. 'No, this can't be happening! He can't be gone! I love him! I was going to tell him I am in love with him!'

"He calls when he can," she explains. "Trying to keep more things from coming here to use us as bait so he calls to check in but that's about it."

I will the tears I feel welling up to stay at bay as I ask my next question. "Mom? Do you think he's coming back?"

"Truthfully,  Abby…..I don't know."

I hold the tears off until I get to my room. As soon as the door closes, I release them and throw myself on my bed, muffling my sobs with my pillow. 

When I slide my hand under the cushion my hand hits something. I grab it and pull it out. It's an envelope with my name scribbled across the front.

As soon as I see the messy penmanship I know exactly who wrote it. Dean. I rip it open, gently piling the page from its confines.

A new set of tears plague my eyes as I read the letter.

Abigail,

   I'm a man, maybe I'm a lonely man

I'm in the middle of something I don't really understand. And maybe you're the only woman who could ever help me to understand?

Maybe I'm amazed at the way you're with me all the time, Maybe I'm afraid of the way I leave you.

Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need you.

Baby girl, there is no maybe about any of this. Before you, I was a lonely man. I didn't know what caring deeply for someone meant until I met you (the grown up you). I am amazed at how well you understood me and took me for who I am.

I understand that life had to go this way to bring you into my path. I am amazed at how well we got along, even before we began making love. And I'm definitely sure am afraid of the way this is ending, me leaving without saying goodbye to you and I sure as hell am amazed at how much this hurts; how fucking much I'm going to miss you. I love you.

Dean (Daddy) 

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[pixiegrl]

Oooo!! And/or “you’re just… so, so stupid.” with cashton maybe? this feels cashton to me

Hi Maggie! I wrote this entire thing listening to your Cashton playlist and also I thought Accidentally in love was funny for this so i hope you enjoy it!

It’s also on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25822798

What’s that?”

Calum pokes his head out of the fridge where he’s been rummaging around for the last few minutes, looking for something to make for dinner. “What’s what?”

“That,” Ashton says again, pointing at the small, fluffy dog looking up at him from the kitchen floor. It’s tan and white with black fluff on its head, and it's looking up at Ashton with its head cocked to the side, like it can’t decide what to think of him. 

“That’s my dog, Duke,” Calum says, going back to rummaging in the fridge. “Okay I have cheese and I have bread and that’s about it. Maybe I can make grilled cheese? I might have some soup in the pantry.”

Ashton looks down at Duke. He lets out a small, half-hearted bark at Ashton, his whole body wiggling as he looks at him, demanding to be petted. 

“When did you get a dog?”

“What are you talking about, Ash? I’ve had Duke for almost a month now.” Calum dumps the food on the counter and goes to look in the pantry for the soup. 

“Hang on, how did I not know you had a dog?”

That catches Calum’s attention. He turns around to look at him, narrowing his eyes. Duke barks loudly, pawing at Ashton’s leg, demanding attention.

“Ashton, you’ve been over to my house practically everyday. I talk about Duke constantly. I’ve shown you pictures of him before. How did you miss the fact that I got a dog?  Why did you think I was talking to Luke and Michael about pet stuff?”

“I don’t know! I didn’t realize you were talking about a dog when you mentioned Duke! I figured it was a future thought to get a dog, not a current issue!” Ashton insists. 

Calum rolls his eyes and goes back to the pantry.

Ashton is flustered now. He’s supposed to be the smart one in the band. He cannot have missed the fact that Calum has had a dog for the last month. He cannot be finding this out after Luke and Michael have. Ashton pulls out his phone and sends off a group text to them both.

Me: Did you know that Calum had a dog??

Luke: Yes? We’ve been trying to figure out a playdate for Petunia and Moose to meet him for the last week.

Michael: Hang on a minute, you’re with Calum all the time and you’re only just now meeting Duke?

Luke: Wait, you’re just now realizing that Calum has a dog ??

Michael: does this mean i get to be the smart one in the band now?

“Babe?” Calum says, still half in the pantry.

“Hm?” 

“Do you want tomato soup? I know you like it creamy but all I have is the chunky kind.”

“Yeah, whatever is fine. How did I not realize you had a dog?” Ashton asks, finally leaning down to scratch Duke behind the ears. His whole body wriggles in excitement as he frantically tries to lick as much of Ashton as he can get at.

Calum shrugs, popping out of the pantry and rummaging around for the can opener. “You do tend to miss the obvious things in front of your face.”

Ashton pouts at that. He’s not sure what Calum could possibly be getting at. This is the only time he’s ever missed something big, and in his defense Duke’s been hiding every time he’s come over. Calum pats Ashton on the shoulder and gives him a kiss on the cheek on his way to make dinner. Ashton looks down at where Duke’s sitting at his feet, yipping slightly at him so he’ll scratch his ears again. Certainly, this is the only thing Ashton’s missed.

----

“Since you didn’t realize that Calum had a dog for the last month, can I be the smart one now?” Michael asks the next time they all hang out.

           Calum is playing with the dogs in Michael and Luke’s backyard. Michael is sitting cross legged next to Ashton, petting Luke’s hair where he’s curled up with his head in Michael’s lap.

“It’s a fluke that I missed the dog, Michael. I notice lots of things. I knew that you and Luke were dating before you told everyone.”

“We kissed on the livestream! It would have been pretty hard for anyone to not notice that we were dating at that point,” Michael says, rolling his eyes. Luke hums from his place in Michael’s lap.

“Besides, how did you miss your boyfriend having a dog? You’re at Calum’s place all the time, and you sleep over. Didn’t you see Duke?” Luke mumbles, nuzzling into Michael’s thigh and humming when Michael starts gently scratching his head.

There’s a long pause as Ashton processes what Luke just said. Sure, Ashton can acknowledge that Calum is attractive. He loves the way he smiles, wide, eyes crinkling at the corners when he’s especially happy. He loves how soft he is when he’s tired, curling up into Ashton’s side and falling asleep on his shoulder. He loves his laugh, the fact that he drinks his coffee black, and that he’s taken to painting his nails. Ashton long accepted that he’s got a crush on Calum, since the first day they met and he realized that boys were an option. But he’s  not sure what Luke’s talking about.

“I’m not dating Calum.”

Luke and Michael both look over at him. Luke’s face is scrunched up in confusion and Michael has both eyebrows raised.

“What are you talking about? You’ve been dating Calum for two years now.” Michael asks.

“No, I’m not. I think I would know whether or not I’m dating Calum.”

“Well, clearly you don’t. Calum told us the day you asked him out.”

“I never asked him out.”

Luke sits up, head cocked to the side. “You did. You asked him if he wanted to go see that Marvel movie that was out at the time and he said yes. You held hands! He kissed you on the cheek!” 

“I thought it was a friend kiss! I only held his hand because he started crying in the middle of the movie.”

“He told us you were dating! You guys keep going out on dates! We went on a double date for Valentine’s Day to that one restaurant.”

“I thought you guys were just being nice!”

“You guys had to have kissed. Your anniversary just happened.”

“I...thought they were friendship kisses.”

Luke and Michael stare very intensely at Ashton now. 

“I’m sorry, you guys make out on a semi-regular basis and you didn’t know you were dating?” 

“Well, Luke used to kiss all of us for fun, but he’s dating you now.” Ashton is flustered, pointing dramatically at Luke and Michael. He’s impressed that Calum hasn’t heard any of their conversation, so wrapped up in the dogs that he hasn’t been paying attention.

“Luke only used to kiss us when he was drunk and being clingy. Calum kissed you very sober and very often,” Michael points out, kissing Luke’s cheek when he pouts.

“You really thought those were friend kisses?” Luke asks, “Calum’s been talking about like you’re the love of his life. How have you not talked about this?”

Ashton thinks about it. If they’ve really been dating for the last two years, nothing much has changed. Sure, they kiss more often and they hold hands and Calum has cute nicknames for Ashton, but their relationship hasn’t changed. They’re still Ashton and Calum. They still go to the movies and cook dinner together and Ashton’s been trying to teach him to garden. They do everything they used to do, except with more cuddling. They even used to kiss as teenagers, drunk and happy, living in the moment.

“Oh, shit. I think I’m dating Calum.”

“Fucking finally,” Michael mumbles.

“Hey! What are you guys so intensely talking about?” Calum asks, wandering over, dogs following at his heels. Luke starts petting Petunia as she gets close to him, cooing at her.

“Ashton just realized you two were dating.” Michael scoops Moose up into his arms and lets her lick his face.

Calum looks down at Ashton, squinting slightly. Duke barks and clambers into Ashton’s lap, licking his chin.

“You’re just… so, so stupid,” Calum says, rolling his eyes.  It’s said with fondness and exasperation as he sits down next to Ashton, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. He blushes, ducking his head now that he knows the intent behind the kiss.

“Well, you never said anything.”

“I thought you knew. I mean, you always kiss me back and you like cuddling. How was I supposed to know you didn’t get that we were dating?”

Ashton shrugs, helplessly. Calum smiles, rubbing Duke’s head, hand bumping against Ashton’s. Calum links their fingers together and Ashton feels warm thinking about the fact that he gets to call him his boyfriend now.

“Can we date now?”

“Only if you take me on a proper date first.”

Ashton grins, leaning over to kiss Calum on the lips.

“Not in front of the children,” Luke cries, moving to cover Petunia’s eyes.

“Does this mean I get to be the smartest member of the band now?” Michael asks.

“No!”

[ruiyuki-archives]

Todomomo Childhood-friends-to-best-friends-to-roommates-to-FWB-to-lovers Quirkless AU [Part 1]

This is an AU I wrote on the todomomo discord server eons ago. Since it’s forever buried in the server now, this is a copy-paste from the chat. 

Anything posted to this blog will be transcripts of old original work and not really edited, save for formatting. I have no guarantees if I will ever finish these AUs either so these will only be kept as an archive.

Originally posted: May 2018.

Part 1 (sfw) || Part 2 (nsfw) || Part 3 (nsfw)

Ok. Heres some garbage childhood-friends-to-best-friends-to-roomates-to-fwb-to-lovers quirkless AU that wont leave me alone for some few nights:

BASICALLY todo and momo knew each other since they were 5, coming from rich families as rich families do

(their moms were college friends or smth but then todo's mom got an arrange marriage w endeavor but idk lets just make enji's not as shitty of a father in this AU and doesnt abuse his family aghshcjfjsl)

BUT ANYWAY ye todo and momo grew up as childhood friends and their moms always arranged play dates for them

and momo's a super curious girl since day 1, and todo's his usual smol shy boy self

so during these playdates all the cute 5 year old shenangians happen like momo taking todo outside to explore her 20 acre backyard and them going on imaginary adventures, going through momo's mountain of books in their mansion's library, accidentally fall asleep together on the couch after a fun day n stuff

and todo slowly opens up from being shy but only to momo bc she's his first friend and a beautiful ray of sunshine and honestly who wouldnt love her

so with their families being so close they basically grow up together; todo and momo spending their summers together, always attending the same rich people balls and stuff that adults do but are boring for kids etc etc

they dont go to the same school so whenever todo visits momo she listens to him talk abt the weird stuff fuyumi and touya (dabi) get into bc theyre teenagers and honestly he doesnt understand

and at some point when theyre like 8 he talks abt how fuyumi is gushing over teenage shoujo romances and how kissing and all that lovey dovey stuff has gotta be weird and whats so special about it she wont shut up?

and momo listens intently but after todo's rant, momo, being curious as she is, is like "I wanna know what its like!!" "wat" "what its like to kiss someone!" "momo youre crazy" "No no seriously i wanna know! Can we try?" "WAT" "please :( kiss me :(" "..." "Pleaaaseeeee" "... ok fine one time"

he really cant say no to her

and so like, they have a little quick peck on the lips while theyre sitting outside in momo's garden on the swings

and a second later theyre like "..." "..." "... ew das weird lets not do that again" "yeah"

(Rmbr theyre 8)

so thats that until later.. 👀

when they reach middle school age momo moves with her family to america for a couple years bc of her dad's company

their moms still tried to let them telephone call or write letters to each other while apart

most of the letters exchanged were todo asking what momo's life was like in america, and momo rambling abt a new book or learning english or why on earth do american toilets suck (todo replies with a bunch of smug remarks and tells her to come home then)

momo checks up on todo to make sure hes making friends in middle school but ofc he tells her not to worry but really hes lonely orz

but then one day he gets a letter saying she'll be returning to Japan for high school n everything bc she and her mom are moving back but her dad is staying in the states. And she'll be attending the same high school as him!! 👀

and ya. That..  happens. LOL they meet each other on the first day at UA (prestigous school not for heroing) and theyre in the same class and they sit next to each other and wow this is too perfect

but also like, lets not forget, its been 3 years since theyve seen each other and well.

Puberty hit both of them like a train.

Welp. 👀

thankfully they havent lost their chemistry and (mostly) everything is the same.... but also different.

its like the aomine and momoi thing in knb; todo tells momo to call him "todoroki-san" instead of shouto and he goes back to (trying to) call her Yaoyorozu bc its gonna look weird to the rest of their class if theyre overly familiar w each other (especially with a wretched pervert sitting in front of momo)

but really they still call each other by name when theyre alone

(and also todo slips up calling her Momo a lot unconsciously still even tho it was him that suggested it in the first place)

and so, high school flies by with both of them being hyper aware of differences from when they were kids

shouto becomes more shoujo every passing year with fangirls and cherry blossom petals and everything and momo makes fun of him bc it was the exact thing he couldnt understand as a kid

they have a few moments of their own awkward suggestively shoujo moments too like in the home ec room on valentines day when momo tries to make chocolates but makes a mess out of the kitchen and todo passes by and helps clean up but they end up making a bigger mess and oops. Momo slipped onto the floor and todo tried to catch her but oops he slipped too and now theyre in a compromising position as aizawa walks in 😳

but does anything come out of it?... not really.

university applications come around the corner in their senior year and guess what. Their programs of choice are offered by the same university. And they both get accepted. Woohoooooo

and guess double what. Touya (dabi) suggests they rent a flat together bc why the hell not it kills two birds w one stone on their living situation (since dorms are offered to less.. wealthy.. students first or smth)

so they do. Theyre adults now. They've know each other for all their lives. Its good to have someone you trust nearby. It'll be fine, right? right?!?

WRONG.

neither of them expected to experience just how domestic they could be

ie. Momo walking into the kitchen in the morning to find todo, making breakfast, shirtless in just his pajama pants, hair still ruffled with bed head, offering her a cup of coffee

..... fuck since when did he get so hot. Wait what? Snap out of it Momo!! "three creams no sugar, here" "How did you know?" "Momo i've known you since we were 5. You like your coffee sickeningly pale that it shouldnt even be classified as coffee anymore" "..... thanks"

ie #2. Todo hearing momo calling him from the inside of the bathroom, while she's showering?!??!?!, like it was an emergency "momo what is it?" "Ummm i ran out of soap and forgot to bring a new one on the way in. Can you grab it for me?" "Wat?!" "Hand me the soap shouto. I bought a new one today, its in the kitchen. I left the door unlocked so just come in. Please!!" "... you trust me too much" he mumbles under his breath.

footnotes:

the ending of this is probably along the lines of oooo they realize some feelings happen and is it okay to fall in love with your best friend/childhood friend/roomate?!?!? and yes, the answer is yes

todo still does become friends w the deku squad while in UA

Theyve dated other people before the whole -to-lovers part (bc ya bet Imma throw in iidamomo or smth but it didnt work out) (gonna get reaaal awks when the fwb kick in)

somehow i'll throw in eri as dadzawa's daughter, some how

dabi knows

shouto doesnt even know what he knows, he just knows

> archives masterpost

[darkpoisonouslove]

Oooo! Here are some titles! The lies we tell ourself Valentine’s Day is for losers (I’ve been thinking about this one but I’d love to see what you would write. I’m a curious kitty 🐱) Love will find a way (Title of my fav song from lion king 2 :) Thank you!

Hi! Sorry this took so long but I haven’t slept properly these last few days and my eyes are dying so I’m trying to spare them which means less time on electronic devices.

“The Lies We Tell Ourselves”

So this could be set either in canon or in an AU, it doesn’t matter really. What is important is that both Griffin and Valtor are drawn to each other. More than is advisable and even safe and they both know that. But they can’t help themselves so they keep lying to themselves that they’ll venture just a little deeper into this relationship and it will be okay because they can stop at any time. It’s just curiosity that’s driving them, not inability to stop because they’re already in too deep. They are in control. They can pull back at any time. Until there comes a point in time when they can’t breathe without each other. But who’s to say that wasn’t a part of the plan? It is still perfectly safe and in their hands.They can stop at any second. But they don’t want to because why break up something that’s working perfectly, you know? The moment things go south they will be out of each other’s hearts. Or that’s what they tell themselves at least while secretly hoping a moment like that will never come because it will leave them torn apart.

“Valentine’s Day is for Losers”

So naturally, the first idea here is that Griffin and Valtor wouldn’t want to celebrate Valentine’s Day because that is just sappy romantic stuff that is simply beneath them. However, I do hate to go with the first thing that comes to mind since it is always the most obvious so I took this in another direction.

Valtor is honestly kind of disgusted with the concept of Valentine’s Day because you shouldn’t wait to show your love to your partner in that one day of the year. Love is something that should be stated and respected and celebrated all year round. So he loves to surprise Griffin without a special occasion to show her how much he values her and he doesn’t wait for a holiday to express his love for her. She is hard to surprise as it is so if he were to follow the mainstream flow, it wouldn’t be any surprise at all. Griffin makes deliberate surprises rarely but she still surprises him every day with always displaying her love in small ways and gestures. And having her in his arms every morning when he wakes up is the best gift he can wish for.

“Love Will Find a Way”

Okay, this just reminds me too much of the Fake Dating AU for me to be able to think about anything else I might write to go with that title. I don’t want to spoil but I can tell you this - it is not just about the love between Griffin and Valtor. It is about Valtor learning to love in general, to love life and all the little moments that can bring you much joy if you just break down your ice walls a little and let them enter your heart. He learns to love the world and find its beauty in the small things. And Griffin learns that love also means forgiveness and that people will make mistakes even when they love you but that doesn’t mean that love lost to ego or anything else. It means there are obstacles in the way and you just have to keep fighting for what you love. (Ugh, all the feels!)

[ofphcenixes]

BLUE & LIBBY - text thread 001

texts from 3:55pm to 7:01pm

blue

hey lib. (: havent talked today. just wanted to drop in and see if u were doin alright i have memes if u need them

libby

i mean, technically we did talk. i reminded you of the moment the world stood still: when valentine and you made contact (1) time. are you okay though? you seem a little, weird

blue

i maintain that valentine was an alien in a spider suit that wanted to destroy me but u know what I mean djdjdjd just chats between us. the gc has been a june holden fest lately lmao hope it works out for them tho anyways i am always weird in ur eyes djdjhd. but im fine. shit was crazy that night and we never really got to talk about what happenedand if u wanted to talk i just want u to kno im here ABOUT NADIA bc yeah kdjdjjd

libby

don't talk to me or my son ever again yeah, wow, okay so holden stayed over the night. i only know that because i saw his stuff in her room? i think she mentioned that like, it was a one time thing but i feel like... he might be coming over again which.. is Interesting oh. yeah, no i think i'm okay. i guess just in shock. june is very broken up over it, so i'm doing my best to be a good pal, and bring loads of ice cream and kisses. /: do you wanna talk? about nadia? i know that she like, meant something to you

blue

ok good luck getting me to stop talkin to u but as for valentine? bye Felecia! is that right. hmm well he doesn’t seem like much is goin on so maybe they were just,, hanging out. bringing a bag over is pretty damning tho. and if he does come over and u see him tell that bih he owes me $ bc he ate my fucking chorizo salad ): r u proud lib?? I ate a salad by choice well I would have if Holden wasn’t a lil birch bitch DONT CENSOR ME fuck. im sorry. ): i actually wanted to see june today tbh. but if u need anyone pls let me know alright? id skip practice if u needed me, lib WELL. i mean ok i was sorta close with her in middle school and she’s always been a friend and I just. I’m just fucking numb tbh. I really can’t believe it

libby

i'll have you know that valentine died shortly after my 18th birthday so ): idk idk, why would they hang out in her room if they were "hanging out"? like they have history. i feel like thats, a little too ... suspicious given the context. in a good way though. like i hope it works out theyre both so miserable without each other. oh my god!! look at you go! so proud of you, dude! ( even if you never got to it lmao ) no, no, it's okay. june needs all the support she can get, and i don't wanna impede. i'm really fine, i just sort of need to accept it and i guess reflect on how terrible it is. she was a really sweet person and fuck i really cant believe any of it i guess

blue

fuck what kdjdjdnd I thought valentine just yeeted shit that’s not a good way to put it fuck but. im sorry lib ): ok I take it back Valentine was alright. still scared the fuck out of me tho all i know is that if i loved someone as much as holden loves june, i wouldn’t let you go **THEM fuck Damn phone Typos Djdjhdi can’t believe u make me eat green stuff its truly CRUEL whomst? I only know nadia just didn’t fucking deserve any of this. shit even daisey didn’t. i just want to protect everyone and i don’t know HOW it goes without saying that im happy to be ur uber driver for the indefinite future

libby

no omg, i took good care of my boy. idk what happened, they can live up to like 15 years so i was pretty bummed tbh. i was a bad mom he appreciates your support from the grave though i mean, i guess. but not everyone you love is going to love you back, i think that's where holden's at. not everyone wants to be clung to, and june seems reluctant besides, you know all about that. holden, the love of your life, loves june. how sad it's good for you!!! i'm helping i ... feel so badly for both of them. i can't imagine how their families must be feeling, fuck. i hate this. i'm moving to spain ah, dude you don't have to do all that. you probably are busy with practice, and holden, and work. thank you tho

blue

im sure ur a great mother. ): but still valentine was lucky to have u. and im sure he misses u in his weird spider heaven web of flies and whatever it is spiders like idk ill dm peter parker and find out i mean... guess that’s true. I suppose I dont get to see how june feels most of the time. i just wish they’d talk about it and sort it out at least. they both deserve to be happy holden is the loml that is true aksjjsjd. holden has enough room for both me and june in his heart. so i mean technically i can love someone else too?? but enough about that lmfao you definitely are helping. even coach has noticed dkdjd. making me better without even trying u can’t move without me who’s gonna get me free popcorn ): you’re just as important as practise and holden to me, lib.

libby

god, i miss him. you think the girls would be mad if i bought another one? like, to keep in my room.  i know! they're both obviously still in love, you can tell. i can't wait for them to overcome this and get to be together. also, im grateful for the amount of sleep i'm able to get now that... the room next to mine is less loud welp, i hope you find someone who is willing to share you with holden lol oMG, REALLY? IDK WHY THAT MADE ME IRRATIONALLY HAPPY LOL. WE CAN GET SALAD LATER let's go, we'll go to spain and take on a new identity. we can live along the coast and work in a bakery or something. get a puppy don't show holden that text he might cry. but dsjflk thank you, you're very important to me too. kinda my best pal

blue

u would have to ask. but if you did get another what would u call it? thanksgiving? funnily enough valentine is only a few weeks away. a sign?? i mean fuck ive known holden for years and can confirm he is happiest when he’s with june. when she’s not roasting him at least lmfao. and if my MasterPlan works im afraid things will get bad again djdjdj. I can take one for the team and try to get them to come over here tho - u don’t need to deal with that shit i hope i do too tbh. and who would I want it to be u ask? that’s right. danny devito. LETS NOT GET TOO CRAZY IVE ALREADY HAD THREE VEGETABLES THIS WERK AND ITS ONLY TUESDAY. I think it’s popcorn time 8) bold of u to assume i know where Spain is dkdjdjdjdj well he’s gonna catch on soon enough we spend every day together at this point lol

libby

i was gonna name this one patrick, after st patricks day actually lol. yes you know what's also approaching that is more important? your birthday! i know, it doesnt take a rocket scientist to figure that out. he's v much a relationship kinda dude, actually bc he's also kinda slutty lol. but even june is sad and its just, SO HARD. i hate when people are clearly, happiest together are like, nO IM GOING TO PROLONG THE MISERY. i feel like we're in a rom-com. how do we get them back together? i'll let him know. my v-day gift from me to you oooo, should i get the skittles ready too then? popcorn is kinda of a veggie if you think abt it omg, okay well now you can't come with me. offer rescinded. im going with the hot cop lslsfkjdjkldfs i mean its not like we're doing anything weird, so its okay, right?

blue

ur so cute wtf. although if u did do this i hope u know im calling him patrick star. also how the fuck do u tell if its a female or a male spider theyre so small and gross. fuck it is too lol. i dont have any money so im gonna let ppl down on the party front lmao. ud still come tho, right? how can he be both slutty and relationshippy. like not to be weird bc i know hes ur cousin and all dkfjgg but he doesnt.. have people over anymore. unless hes someone learned not to stomp around the house WHICH I DONT BELIEVE. and ha hA im already on plan 384 to get them back together get on my level lmao.  we just gotta force them to spend time together tbh. does that mean i have to give u the hot cop for valentines bc i mean. i would if that's what u wanted but im sure u can do much better than him OH FUCK UR RIGHT OUR WHOLE RELATIONSHIP HAS BEEN A LIE TO CONVERT ME TO VEGGIES HASNT IT r u breaking up with me? well fine, ill take the dog ): it's... it's not weird unless we make it weird. and we haven't. have we?

libby

fdsjfjdsl shhhhh, back at you. Patrick Star will be his full name, i promise you this much. as for gender idfk, i am honestly assuming its pronouns lol. i'd be sued by the LGBT community if they knew. also dude, of course. i'll make you cupcakes. plus i know what i wanna buy you! i  can't wait dude what? really?? i thought he was seeing people this whole time, holy shit. dude he's really messed up over this huh? wow, okay, we need to kick this into high gear and have them get back together. tell me your plans. omg, no you clown. i don't even like him that much, he's just pretty. i do like... some personality and he has 0 GOD MY PLAN HAS BEEN FOILED. I CANT BELIEVE IT like i'd ever let you take the dog. she's mine sdfjlkdsfjlk iDK DUDE. I MAY HAVE MADE IT WEIRD BUT WE'RE BAD AT TALKING ABT STUFF, SO WE DONT HAVE TO LOL.

blue

do spiders even have gender i thought they were just the minions of evil lmfao lib u rly dont have to get me anything, really. altho now im curious tbh. but get ready for me to get a lit gift in june >:) ill even wrap it myself which says a lot bc i cant wrap for shit but i want it to be personal lmao not many that im aware of atm. will give u info is this changes. huh we r spies lib. >:) but i dont have any current plans except trying to force them to go in a photo booth together or something when we eventually go to the arcade djsjdh omg how did u know. but idk everyone speaks about him like hes gOD he’s just a dude. eyebrows on fleek tho I will say that IM SO HURT UD USE ME LIKE THIS LIB. ALL THIS TIME WE WERE GETTING CLOSE AND U WERE ONLY HERE FOR THE VEGGIES so u get Spain AND the dog. what do I get, sadness ???? you haven’t made it weird lib, i promise. not to me, anyway. maybe we both wanted the same thing. maybe. oR MAYBE NOT LMFAO but yeah we can talk about whatever lol

libby

don't talk about nate like that omg! i want to, plus its a surprise so no asking what it is. also wow i cant believe you remember my birthday, lol. you dont have to get me anything. you can buy me an ice cream though oh my gOD THAT'S BRILLIANT! aw, what if they take one of those cute kiss pictures in the photobooth like in the movies? i can't wait for them to love each other again, they're so cute. are you jealous that no one is talking about your eyebrows? you have nice eyebrows and nothing to be jealous abt GOD, IM SO SORRY. ROY HIRED ME. HE WAS WORRIED ABT YOUR HEALTH. IM SORRY YOU HAD TO FIND OUT THIS WAY. I THOUGHT YOU NEVER WOULD /: you get the memory of what we were to keep you warm right, cool. noted

blue

why do u talk about the string bean all the time i know u grew up with him but seriously he's like a pale pipe cleaner that i dont need in my life ofc i remeber ur birthday lib. dont u remember ur 10th?? probably the best day of my life lmao. and if u get me something i get u something thats how this works as long as june doesnt say anything mean and holden say anything stupid, its a pretty solid plan tbh. im not jealous HOW DARE ROY PLAY ME LIKE THIS. cant believe u betrayed me lib, after all we've been through ;-; but what if i want something to sell off now that u took the house oh fuck lib i didn't mean it like that. just... pretend i said nothing ok and. yeah talk about something else

libby

hey sorry, i gotta go. talk tomorrow.

blue

oh is everything ok? but alright talk tomorrow then i guess bye lib

libby

night

blue

its 6pm lib but okay night

blue

lib if i did something u dont have to tell me but pls know i didnt mean it, whatever it was. i hope youre okay. but i wont bother u again i promise. just. yeah

libby

it's okay, dude. i'm fine. it's honestly my own fault, it's not you. you're always great. i'm sorry. it's fine

blue

i dont understand what ur talking about but i can tell u dont want to so ill just... leave this. but you're always great too lib. the greatest, in fact. just let me know if ur still coming to the arcade later or not yeah

libby

i guess i'll go. i like pacman.

blue

if u... if u change ur mind i understand. but i really hope u can make it.

[otakufander]

Camping au #2, New Faces and Friends

Warnings: some swearing but nothing to bad, anxiety mentioned, some flirting, tell me if I missed anything. Word count: 1700ish

Chapter two of my first fic. I hope I did good. I'm just doing this for fun anyway. 😊

~

“Hey there neighbors!” Patton said loudly.

His outburst alerted Roman and Thomas to the arrival of their neighbors. Roman had just finished pumping up the last air mattress and Thomas was getting the luggage out of the car. They followed Patton over to the group.

Patton first noticed the driver, he was moderate height and well built, he appreciated the rainbow T-shirt he just thought the sunglasses were a bit extra especially since it was getting dark. He then noticed the small young man dressed in an oversized patchwork jacket, eyeshadow, dark brown with purple tipped hair, and ripped black skinny jeans. He thought the look was good just not for the summer heat, good thing its cooler at this time of day, he was a bit shorter than the others and was underbuilt, although the jacket hid it well. He finally noticed the the last person coming around the front of the car. He was taller than the other two only by a bit, skinny with a slight build and had very similar glasses to him. He appreciated the simplicity of his outfit compared to the other two. If he had to say it, he looked kinda cute.

“Hey what's up.” Remy said walking over to say hi. Logan followed suit with Virgil trailing behind, his anxiety spiking at the thought of talking to people so soon.

Patton and Remy walked over to each other and shook hands introducing themselves.

“Hi I'm Patton Valentine nice to meet you.” Patton squealed happily.

“Nice to meet you too, I'm Remy Johnson.” Remy said. And soon they were all shaking hands and exchanging names.

“Salutations neighbors my name is Roman Prince.” Roman happily annoyed shaking Logan’s hand.

“Happy to make your acquaintances, I am Logan Johnson.” Logan stated with a polite smile.

“Nice to meet all of you I'm Thomas Sanders.” Thomas said reaching his hand out for Virgil to take. Virgil’s eyes widened when Thomas said his name, he thought he looked familiar.

“Wait thee Thomas Sanders!?” Virgil said surprised.

Thomas chuckled. “Yes I should have guessed I would be recognized at some point. Anyway what's your name?” Thomas said with his hand still out for Virgil to take.

“Um.. I'm Virgil Johnson.” Virgil said taking his hand and then shrinking back into his jacket. Thomas and Roman thought something sounded familiar about Virgil’s voice but they decided not to jump to conclusions because they've been wrong before.

“So your all related?” Patton asked interested.

“Yes we are in fact siblings.�� Logan confirmed.

“Aww it's sweet that your all close enough to go camping together.” Patton said cheerily with a sweet grin on his face.

“Well Remy here offered to take us on a vacation and with our schedules and the fact that they perfectly lined up with the planned week we would have been foolish to reject his offer.” Logan said in a flat tone.

“Well it's still sweet.” Patton said with a small smile.

“Well the sun is starting to go down so we better get set up.” Remy interjected.

“Yes it would be most ideal to be finished before nightfall.” Logan said.

“It was splendid to meet you all, would you all care to join us by the fire tonight, we'll be cooking marshmallows.” Roman offered in a boisterous voice.

“Sure, what do you two say?” Asked Remy.

“I have no objection, Virge?” Logan agreed looking at Virgil.

“Umm……….ok.” Virgil said shyly.

“Great, see you there, if you all need anything don't hesitate to ask.” Said Patton.

“Thanks, anyway let's go get set up guys.” Remy said walking back to the car.

“We will converse again soon.” Logan said.

“See ya later.” Said Virgil as they parted ways.

~

They weren't apart very long, because even though Remy had been up the year before it had been with experienced friends and Logan and Virgil had never been camping before.

In other words they had no idea how to pitch their new three person tent. This leading to them asking the others for help.

Roman had been a boyscout for a few years and told them how to properly pitch their tent rather quickly. Virgil was amazed at how quickly Roman looked at the directions and figured out what went where.

~

Once everyone was set up they gathered around the fire just to chat.

When Thomas said that they all had been coming over ten years each the brothers were shocked.

“How long have you each been coming?” Virgil asked his mouth agape.

“Well I've been coming for 15 years, Roman for 12 years, and Patton for 10 years.”Thomas said.

“Wow this is only my second year and this is their first but it might as well be my first, I just drank the whole time last time.” Said Remy with an astonished look on his face.

“This is only your first year!?” Roman exclaimed.

“Yes we had never heard of this place until Remy brought it up.” Logan said.

“Hey I have a great idea, what if we show you guys around since this is your first time!?” Patton said giddily with a huge smile on his face.

“Yes that sounds like a splendid idea padre.” Roman agreed happily.

“Oh no we couldn't ask you to do that.” Logan protested he didn't want to be a bother, and Virgil agreed.

“It really wouldn't be a problem guys we love helping out first timers.” Thomas said.

“Come on little bros, you know it's rude to refuse an offer.” Remy said with a smirk.

“Well if we aren't a bother I guess it would be ok.” Logan said with a sigh.

“Yea I guess it's ok, it'll be good to have experienced people to show us around.” Virgil agreed.

Remy then said. “Welp I'm gonna break out the liquor. Anyone want any? You are all old enough right?”

“Yea we are but it's a no sorry, we don't want to be hungover our first night, we usually save that for the third night at least.” Said Patton.

“Yea Remy, Lo and I are out to.” Said Virgil and Logan agreed.

“Alright suit yourselves. How old is everyone by the way?” Remy asked.

“I'm 29.” Said Thomas. “I'm 27.” Said Roman. “I'm 26.” Said Patton.

“So all legal that's good to know.” Remy jokingly flirted with a smirk.

Roman and Thomas laughed while Patton's face went pink. Virgil and Logan both face palmed.

“Well how old are you all then?” Roman asked.

“I'm 28” Said Remy. “27” Said Virgil. “I am 26” Said Logan.

“Wait your the youngest?” Patton said to Logan. “Regrettably yes and they will never allow me to forget it.” Logan said with a hint of annoyance.

“Aww come on little bro you know you love us.” Said Remy playfully.

“I think I am going to retire for tonight.” Logan said annoyed.

“Aww I wish we could talk a bit more.” Patton said with a pout making him look a bit childlike and Logan found it very endearing.

“I apologize Patton but for the big day tomorrow I must get optimal sleep. I do wish to speak more and if we had gotten here earlier we could do as we wish.” Logan said with an accusing look at Virgil.

“Look I'm sorry again but I had to get it finished.” Virgil said defensively.

“Well little bro maybe if you would stop procrastinating with the research for the videos you would get them done on time.” Remy let slip in his alcohol induced haze. Virgil was shocked that he let it slip to strangers.

“Wait a minute I knew you sounded familiar.” Thomas said with realization clear on his and Roman’s faces. “Are you Anxiety from “Anx's Conspiracies and Cryptids”?! Roman basically shouted.

“Shut up, yell it to the whole camp why don't cha!” Virgil looked angry about panicked.

“Its ok Hot Topic we love your videos. And I promise we won't tell anyone who you are.” Roman said quickly. “But will say with your voice I expected you to be older and not quite as handsome.” Roman added a bit jokingly with a smirk and wink. Virgil went bright red and hid in his jacket.

Logan than quickly interjected. “I think it would be a great idea for all of us to retire before Remy can spill anything else.”

“Yea come on Rem let's get to bed.” Said Virgil pulling Remy drunk off his ass to his feet. “OK Virge, the cat sitting next to me won't stop telling me to stop anyway. (He gestured to Patton in his cat hoodie)”

Everyone then laughed their asses off before heading to bed.

~ Later in the tents

(With Thomas already asleep next to them)

“Hey Roman can I ask you something?” Patton said on the air mattress next to Roman.

“Yea padre what's on your mind?”

“Well, is it just me or is Logan kind of cute?” Patton asked his face flushing bright red.

“Oooo does someone have a crush?” Roman ever the romantic asked immediately interested.

“Maybe” Patton said face going even more red.

“Well padre maybe when we show them around tomorrow you could take Logan to see the history of the park museum, didn't he say that's what he wanted to see the most?” Roman suggested.

“Yea, thanks Roman you always know what's best.” Patton said.

“No problem, goodnight padre.” Roman said.

“Night Roman.” Patton said sleepily.

~

(Remy clocked out as soon as he fell into bed)

“Virgil are you awake?” asked Logan.

“Yes why?” Virgil said very tiredly.

“I have a question about emotions. As you know I'm not very good with emotions.” Logan stated.

“Ok well what's the question?” Virgil asked.

“I found the shenanigans of Patton tonight quite endearing.” Logan said.

“In what way?” Virgil asked interested.

“You know that sensation of metaphorical butterflies in your stomach, and your face becoming flushed? What does it mean?” Logan asked with a straight face.

*muffled laughter* “Dude it's either your sick or you have a crush on Patton.” Virgil choked out after his laughing fit.

“What are the chances that I'm sick?” Logan asked hopefully.

*even more muffled laughter* “Goodnight bro.” Virgil said with a smirk.

“Fine I'll figure it out tomorrow, goodnight Virgil.” Logan said defeated.

They fell into peaceful slumber to the crackling of the dying campfire outside, and the crickets chirping the night away.

~

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Complementary (Collins x OC) Chapter 13: Wait

Summary: How long does one man have to wait for a single sign? According to  his experiences, just over a month.

 AN: Quite a short update sorry. But I'll be updating more on this series since it's nearly done.

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 “Any post today?” Jack asked, trying not to sound too eager. His mate shook his head, instead handing a telegram to the new leader of their squadron. Slumping in his seat, he fiddled with the end of his tie.

 “What’s wrong, Collins?” Russell slapped him on the back, his overly jovial manner the opposite of what Jack needed.

 “Nothing.”

 “Oooo, he’s acting like a teenager,” Russell went over to slap the other men around. Jack dropped his tie, having lost interest the second before he started fidgeting. In truth, he was acting like a teenager. He’d been getting moody without any contact from Genevieve – not to mention the war was dragging on without any signs of ending. Worst of all, there was nothing on Farrier - no news on his whereabouts or any plans to rescue him.

 The squadron was midway through a debriefing for the next mission when Collins came back to earth. Duty for King and Country and all that. His uniform itched annoyingly, adding to the list of things that were ruining his day. It was small by comparison to the world war that was currently happening but it still bothered him.

 A month of nothing from anyone at home or otherwise. What was he meant to do with that?

 “Oi, Collins!” The CO yelled across the hanger despite already making his way over.

 “Yes, sir?” Jack stood with forced effort, tugging on his ear. The CO then thought he’d better wait until he was right in front of the person he was addressing to continue.

 “Yeh got a le’er,” He waved a brown envelope in front of his face, chortling as Jack’s eyes went wider than saucers.

 “Uh,” He said dumbly, “Thanks, sir.”

 “You gonna take it?” The CO shook the envelope more violently at the poor pilot.

 “Yes! Yes, yes,” Jack accepted the letter, his hands trembling with anticipation. Not trusting himself to open it with all those beady eyes on him, he held back the urge to rip it open. Instead, he slipped it into his breast pocket.

 He went back to the briefing but the blood roaring in his ears made it hard to listen. Still, he managed to get the basic outline and disappeared to go for a “pre-flight piss”. Locking himself in the cubicle, he took a seat on the toilet lid – grimacing as he did so – and tore open the envelope.

 There were two sheets of paper. Dropping the envelope and one of the papers into his lap, Jack unfolded the first while cursing himself for his quaking hands.

 Orange splashed across the page. Two small flowers were squashed onto the parchment but still retained their natural beauty. Their perfect orange petals bore darker veins that converged on a bright centre the colour of butter. The conjoining stems met amongst jade leaves. Their scent still lingered, reminding Jack of a garden he’d visited as a child.

 Laying down the paper gingerly in his lap, Jack picked up the other sheet of parchment and opened it. A neatly printed set of paragraphs filled the page.

     18/08/40

Dear Jack,

  How are you? Stupid question, I know. Also, stupid way to start a letter - with small talk when I won’t get a response for who knows how long. But I can’t think of another way to start.

  Thank you again for letting me stay with you and at your ma’s place. I did end up at my home for a couple of days. My parents’ farm out in the middle of Wiltshire, that stinks of shit and is overrun with dead apple trees, is the best thing I’ve seen. Never thought I’d admit that. Still, my sister went nuts – most of my family did- raving about how a young lady shouldn’t be a sniper and Dunkirk was a sign from God telling me to stay at home. A tad overwhelming but I’m glad I saw them before I went back to France.

  I went to George’s parent’s house. They seemed grateful when I told them about what he did. Peter managed to get his picture and involvement in the papers. I felt awful the whole time I was there but at least I brought a pie instead of another casserole. You didn’t know George for very long but he was a sweet boy. He made better tea than you did, a proper brew.

  I’m going back to France in a few days. I’m actually surprised I managed to stay in England this long. Commander Deaton – my CO – stayed at Dunkirk to help the French but died on the final boat. I can only imagine him organising all those sailing boats to the rescue. Well, I won’t have to because I’ll be there soon enough. Can’t say I’m looking forward to it but I’ll do my best.

  These flowers were growing in my garden and I thought of you, since they’re your favourite colour if I remember correctly. It takes a week to press flowers – per my mother – hence why it took so long to write. When given on Valentine’s Day, they mean “see, life is indeed beautiful”. I think that’s applicable to any day, in spite of how cheesy it is. 

  If I see a Spitfire flying overhead, I’ll wave.

 Genevieve x

    PS. Have you heard any news about Farrier? Let me know.

      Jack sniffed, his eyes watery. How could he have doubted this wonderful person? A tear dribbled down his face; he quickly moved the letter away as it dropped to the floor. He let out a mixture between a laugh, a sob and a sigh of relief before wiping his tears away with his sleeve.

 “Come on, Jack,” He muttered, clutching the letter like it was a lifeline, “Get a hold of yourself.”

 He read and reread the letter, hearing Genevieve’s voice say the words in his mind. His fingertip traced the dried ink on the parchment, dancing on her handwriting, almost feeling her write the words. His happiness was almost spoiled with the returning regret he'd felt on the train out.

 “Come on, Collins!” One of his squadron banged on the door. Jack quickly stuck the letter back in its envelope and the envelope in his pocket. After doing his business, he checked his eyes weren’t red before heading back out into the hanger.

 “Alright then, boys, we gonna kill some Nazis or what?”