#this is I suppose the second question posed by Homecoming

[yi-dashi]

//I like the notion that Yi wears his helmet almost everywhere, as reported by Wukong, but in Homecoming he barely wears it for the duration of the story. Only when he needs to deal with matters of the spirits, or when he is meditating does he pull it out. It’s easy to read as an act out of respect. His face is how people knew him on the mountain, and so he shows it to them. The goggles are a front for those away from Wuju, even if they weren’t intended to be.

  But then thinking about it from this angle, there is a second level to the whole thing. Yi is very recognizable. His defense of Bahrl is apparently something that earned him a lot of notoriety. Not so much that people might recognize him without the goggles though. That might be hard to say, because Yi is shown interacting with so few people on Bahrl, but it does make me think. Yi might rather disappear into obscurity. Such is the Wuju way. The goggles allow him his retreats to isolation without questions from anyone, which opens some questions about how he views himself and his situation...

[bitsandbobsandstuff]

Black lace and property damage

Summary: With your messy work hours, Bucky’s consistently inconsistent mission schedule, and those basic life tasks you’re both ignoring (when was the last time he actually bought a new toothbrush?), the simple act of just being together has been shunted to the side. Bucky’s officially starting to panic.  

Characters: Bucky x Reader Warnings: SMUT, 18+. Sweet sex, awkward sex, some dirty sex, some sex on a car. Basically sex. Swearing. Bucky wearing a white t-shirt and dog tags. My sketchy automotive knowledge.

A/N: This story is sort of an ode to anyone struggling to make time for your person. Life gets busy, so don’t be afraid to get creative. Also sometimes sex goes smooth and perfect, but often it comes with mishaps and giggles. Both ways are great, Bucky says just roll with it!

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*****

The porch light above the front door is out.

Was he supposed to change that before he left?

--

“I’m not touching it Bucky, there are spiders up there. Big ones. The kind that give you rabies.”

“Spiders don’t have rabies.”

“No one’s ever proven that.”

--

Dammit. Yeah, he was.

Picturing you stumbling up the porch, using the pathetic flashlight on your phone to light the way, Bucky feels like a world class, Grade A jackass. He needs to make it up to you.

Good thing he has plenty of ideas for that.

“Please be home,” he mutters, “please be home, please dear god be fucking home.”

Fingers crossed, he kicks the door open and calls out a hopeful hello.

An empty echo returns.

Bucky blows out a frustrated breath.

Figures.

Slogging down the dark hallway, he slings his bag on the kitchen table with a thud. Grenade pins, bullet casings, fun size candy bar wrappers, and handfuls of beer bottle caps rattle loose in the army green canvas and he grimaces.

One of these days, maybe, just fucking maybe, he’ll convince Natasha to stop using his bags as her garbage bin.

Ignoring that disaster zone (a problem for future Bucky), he wanders over to the sink, where he spies a small tableau on the counter. Propped up beside his favorite coffee mug, the one with sparkly pink letters proclaiming “Bitch, I’m Fabulous”, is a folded piece of paper, his name scrawled across the front.

He flips it open.

“Hey Bucky Bear. Don’t let your sexy ass fall asleep before I get home, I have a surprise!”

Drawn under your bubbly letters, he finds two stick figures entangled in an outrageously lewd sex act. Tracing tender fingers over the very obviously male stick figure (you never were very subtle), he grins so hard his cheeks ache. Leaning on the counter, he sniffs the letter because he’s a sentimental sap and it smells like your Cherry-Almond lotion, and drops his head in his arms.

“So tired,” he whines softly, voice muffled against sleek granite.

Three weeks. That was the last mission. Three weeks, even though Steve guaranteed Bucky three days max. Of course, two days into the mission Bucky remembered that Steve Rogers is an accomplished liar, so instead he spent three exhausting weeks dodging bullets, rewashing all his underwear, and hysterically rationing his bag of fun size candy bars.

Finally home, he wants to forget everything and sink into the post-mission domesticity he dreams about when he’s stuck in some dank motel on the corner of Fuck This and No One Cares. The routine is simple. A scalding hot shower, burrito wrapping himself in the feather duvet, making out with you for a few hours, taking a break to eat some pizza, and then fucking you so hard he breaks the brand new headboard he made for you last month (actually the third headboard he’s made...a fact he smugly reports to anyone and everyone).

And after all that fun, he wants to sleep. Maybe two full days. Or five. Tops.

Is that asking too much?

“No,” he sighs out loud. “It’s not.”

Carefully folding the cartoon and your sweet message, he kisses the paper and tucks it in his back pocket.

No way he’s falling asleep before he sees you. Nope. Nada. Negative. Totally not happening.

Pepping himself up, he goes to work, whizzing through his homecoming task list.

Blood-stained tac clothes go in the washer with three cups of bleach. Guns and knives are wiped down and polished. The contents of the dirty green canvas bag are unceremoniously trashed. The spider infested porch light is changed (with only three furry sightings). The shower is set to a blistering temp and he hangs out in there for an hour, soaping his hair into a foamy mohawk, belting out a few showtunes with his shampoo bottle microphone.

Scrubbed fresh and clean, he flops on the bed with his Starkpad and opens up Netflix, searching for something to keep him awake. Several scrolls later, he finds Brooklyn 99 and settles in for a laugh.

Confident in his ability to resist the appealing pull of sleep scratching at his brain, he takes a slurp of the Super Double Big Gulp sized coffee on his nightstand and stretches his eyes wide open.

Staying awake. Piece of cake.

Ten minutes later, Bucky’s fast asleep.

*****

When his eyes pop open, the room is dark. He feels tipsy, sleep drunk on his first uninterrupted hours of rest in weeks.

Beside him, he feels the cozy pressure of another body. Glancing down, he finds you curled under the sheets at his side, your face smushed against his arm, steady breaths fogging the gleaming metal.

Asleep.

Bucky grits his teeth. Squeezes his eyes shut. One thing. You asked him to do one thing.

God. Dammit.

Furious with his lame old man ass, he almost wakes you up. Almost. But then he swallows that desire and thinks.

Before he got married, Bucky read every relationship advice book under the sun. He gets the importance of keeping the romance alive. He knows you need to cherish your person, make them a priority, shower them with love. He knows. He gets it. He watches Oprah, for fuck’s sake. Relationships take work.

But lately? This is life.

With your messy work hours, Bucky’s consistently inconsistent mission schedule, and those basic life tasks you’re both ignoring (when was the last time he actually bought a new toothbrush?), the simple act of just being together has been shunted to the side.

Bucky’s officially starting to panic.

Although, he muses, eyes lingering on the innocent curve of your mouth, the chaos has forced both of you to get more…creative.

He grins.

It was you who instigated it the first time. He was lying in a dingy motel bed when you nervously offered.

--

“Hey, um…do think maybe you’d…like…would you…uh…”

“Spit it out babe.”

“Doyouwannatryphonesex?”

--

An anxious slur so fast, he nearly misses the question. He remembers that beat of hesitation, before you dove in headfirst, telling him in obscenely explicit detail exactly what you wanted to do to him. He was so shocked he dropped the phone and had to naked crawl under the grimy mattress to fish it out.

He must’ve jerked off five times that night. Replaying your filthy words. Remembering the quiet whimpers as you came on your fingers, gasping out his name. What a treat.

Sexting soon followed, accompanied by a plethora of nudes. None from you of course, because as you always remind him, you’re a lady, but Bucky? He gets irrational joy from sending them. They come in a variety of close-ups and poses, several which Sam accidentally discovered when he walked in on Bucky prancing around naked, searching for his best angle.

Sam always knocks now.

But sometimes words and pictures aren’t enough. Sometimes you need the soothing weight of someone in your arms. The scent of sweaty skin beneath your nose. Hot breaths of pleasure in your ear and the touch of a cool tongue licking across a heated body.

Sometimes he just needs you.

Could he wake you up? Sure. He knows you wouldn’t mind, you’ve told him a thousand times. But he also knows how tired you’ve been, and he can’t bring himself to shake you awake, selfishly stealing those bits of recovery you need.

So instead, he searches for something to keep him occupied.

He tries reading Game of Thrones again and gets nowhere. Thinks yet again someone needs to get George R.R. Martin an editor.

He flicks on his phone and covertly watches PornHub on mute. Seriously debates whether he can get away with jerking off while you’re sleeping because hey, Bucky Barnes is nothing if not stealthy.

He stares up at the ceiling and tries to see how long he can hold his breath. He gets 2 minutes and 8 seconds (a new record) before giving up.

In the end, he rolls onto his side stares intently at you. Wills you to wake up on your own. Come on baby, please.

But nothing works, and when sleep still doesn’t come, he decides to be productive. Crawling carefully from the bed, he smothers a laugh when you curl instantly into the warm mattress dip of his body, burrowing further under the blankets and unconsciously stealing his pillow. Most mornings Bucky wakes up hanging off the bed, no blankets or pillows to his name, while you’re swathed in comfort, cold toes shoved beneath his belly.

Maybe he should be annoyed. Except every time he looks at you, he forgets how to scowl.

Love is weird.

Rummaging silently through the closet, he unearths a threadbare pair of jeans and an oil stained t-shirt, slips into his worn leather boots. He drops a light kiss on your forehead, brushing a finger down the curve of your neck. Smiles to himself when you snuffle a quiet snore.

And he heads out the backdoor, down the weatherworn brick to the garage out back.

It was an added bonus when he bought the house. An unanticipated domestic perk. Hell, he never thought he’d find someone would actually date him, let alone someone who wanted to marry him and buy a house with him and accept his penchant for hoarding things in a rickety old garage (come on, I grew up in the Depression and I need this, he whines every time you take him to Target).  

Thank god you said yes. He’s the luckiest jerk in the world.

Flicking on the garage light, Bucky still gets a little thrill. The entire place is an homage to eclectic, random artifacts, from the box of ugly 1970s vases he found at a flea market, to the fishing equipment he insisted on buying and has yet to use, to the sack of broken seashells you drunkenly collected on your honeymoon in Costa Rica.

In the midst of the swirl sits his pride and joy. Cherry red paint, black leather seats, a tad dusty, full of potential.

The 1969 Camaro looks like a teenage wet dream.

He remembers the day he brought it home, that surge of macho pride when your eyes lit up. After you slapped his ass and told him how sexy the car was, he reveled in your admiration for maybe 10 seconds, before hauling you back to the house and under the sheets. Took several hours before you both came up for air.

That was a good time, he thinks dreamily.

The car attracted his friends as well. Sam and Steve brought over a celebratory case of beer and stood by while Bucky explained the changes he had planned. Steve gave a few sage nods, while Sam helpfully threw out words like fuel injector now and then. Neither had a fucking clue what was happening, but Bucky graciously let them fake it.

Tony also saw the car once. Got a fervent gleam in his eye and started to say the phrase jet fuel, before Bucky ushered him out the door. Tony doesn’t get to see the car anymore.

There are still plenty of fixes to make, but for tonight he takes it easy. Flips on the ancient radio perched above the workbench and flops down on a rolling seat, sliding under the Camaro to tinker around. He goes to work, lets the crackle of the radio and the mechanical puzzle lull him into focus mode.  

So intent on the task at hand, he barely hears the garage door opening.

The click of a shoe alerts him too late and he freezes, gripping his wrench tight. Muscles tense, garage floor plans and fight scenarios flooding his brain.

“Bucky? Do you have a sec?”

His breath whooshes in relief at your voice. A silly grin bubbles up because you’re finally awake, until he tilts his head sideways, peering out from under the car to see your feet.

Black high heels.

Stomach sinking, Bucky closes his eyes. Back to work then. Motherfucker. He missed his chance again.

Swallowing down the bitter disappointment, he croaks out a plea.

“Hey babe, do you gotta go back to the office so soon? Can you just - “

Click click and you step between his legs. Firm hands clutch the oil stained fabric at his knees and you pull. The seat rolls easily and he slides free, squinting up at you in the dim light.

The words die on his lips.

Black high heels, yes.

And.

Lacy black underwear, the sides held together with thick satin ribbons. A lacy black bra, your breasts threatening to spill out.

Gorgeous, devilish smile.

Fingering the wide satin bow between your breasts, you tease a light tug and Bucky starts sweating like a virgin on prom night. His wrench slips from numb fingers, thunking him in the nuts and clattering away.

“Shit,” he grunts. There’s a moment of confusion on whether the fresh ache in his balls is from the punch of the wrench, or tantalizing swathes of skin before him, but then you say his name and he figures it out pretty fucking fast.

“Hey Bucky Bear,” you purr, in that raspy voice he loves. “Still want that surprise I promised?”

Palming himself roughly, Bucky adjusts the suddenly tight front of his jeans, eyeing you with a lusty smile. Fuck yes, he wants his surprise. He wants everything about you.

“You bet your sweet ass I do. What’d you have in mind?”

“I have some ideas,” you say playfully. Stepping closer, slipping your fingers into his silky hair, he leans into the touch. “And I promise we’ll get to them. But first, how about you stay down there and maybe show me how much you missed me?”

Torn, Bucky looks down at his oil stained fingers. They spasm, clutching the edge of the seat so tight the metal bends. His voice drops several octaves.

“Babe, I - shit, I’m gonna kill the mood here, but my hands are all dirty, I should wash ‘em first,” he apologizes. Rolling your eyes, you shift closer until the edge of his nose is a mere inch from the delicate lace panties.

“I’m not asking for your hands, soldier. You have a mouth. Get creative.”

Bucky’s jaw drops. Sassy and domineering? And nearly naked?

Hell yes, his dick shouts. Here we fucking go.

Warm and cool, tentative fingertips press into the smooth skin behind your knees, stroking higher until he’s plucking the satin ribbons and pulling. It feels like Christmas morning when the knot slowly breaks apart, whispers of satin and lace floating to the ground.

Nosing against your core, he inhales, long and deep. A low growl rumbles, rough hands gripping your hips tight and heat explodes across your skin when his tongue presses into your folds, licking over your clit.

“God,” your moan is dark, desperately breathless, “keep - that feels so good, Bucky, keep going, please, been way too long.”

Bucky gives a fervent nod of agreement, strands of his dark hair tickling your thighs. When was the last time he did this? Nah, you know what? If he has to ask, it’s been too long.

From now on, the only correct answer should be every damn day.

He feels you moving his head, guiding him exactly where you need him most, and he hums hungrily. Shoves his tongue deeper. He adores when you take charge, using him, his mouth or his fingers or his dick, to get yourself off. He loves it, dreams about it, wishes you would let him film it just one time (because sometimes missions last three weeks not three days Steve).

But until then, he devotes himself to making it perfect because you deserve perfect.

Fast, firm flicks of the tongue. Long, leisurely strokes, licking you slow and sweet. Rough pressure, his plush pink lips sucking tight around your clit. So good.

Your eyes fall closed as his tongue moves faster, quicker, pushing you closer closer closer -  

No, that won’t do. Cold metal lightly pinches your ass, a bid for attention. Chest heaving, you open your eyes.

Bright eyed and eager, Bucky gazes up from between your legs, looking thoroughly debauched. White t-shirt stretched tight across broad shoulders, dark hair mussed in your fingers, an obvious erection straining his jeans.

So close, you’re so close, right on the edge, just another second -

He knows, of course. Could always play you like a fiddle. He cocks a challenging eyebrow, sucks your clit between his teeth -

“Oh god, Bucky, fuck,” you moan. Weak knees buckle and his hands clutch your ass, keeping you upright and open. He never stops licking, swirling that talented tongue to draw out the bursts and shocks of pleasure until you’re gasping. When he’s wrung every drop from you, he kisses the sensitive bud and tips his head back with an arrogant smirk.

Legs like jelly, you promptly collapse into his lap.

The momentum of the fall sends the rolling seat flying. Busy being chivalrous and keeping you from tumbling headfirst onto dirty concrete, Bucky lets the wheels send him whizzing backward. His head smacks the door handle with a sharp thwack.

“Ow,” he grunts.

“Sorry,” you pant. Struggling for breath, wrapped in the haze of post orgasm bliss, you cuddle against him, soaking up his warmth. “Want me to rub it?”

Massaging his head, he wrinkles his nose. “Maybe. Depends on what you’re offering to rub.”

“Dealer’s choice,” you sass, and Bucky barks out a laugh. Wandering hands skim lightly over your shoulders, fingering the straps of the lacy bra, feather light trails along your collarbone, to the satin bow between your breaks. Tugging impatiently, he smiles when it unwinds, your breasts spilling free.

“Well, how about I take my pants off, we get in the backseat of this car, and you rub whatever you find.”

“Intriguing. What happens after I finish rubbing whatever…pokes my fancy?”

Bucky dips his head, takes your nipple between his lips, sucking gently. The feel of his wet mouth has you squirming closer until he pauses to offer an option.

“Maybe we fuck like a couple horny teenagers?”

“You’re killing me with the romance here, Barnes,” you say drily and he chuckles. “But I was maybe thinking something different.”

“Yeah? And what’s that?”

Licking a lazy strip between your breasts, he kisses up, up, up, until his tongue finds the hammering pulse of your heartbeat. Bemused, he hears your voice falter, before bravely offering your idea.

“I was thinking maybe I sit on the hood of your pretty red car, and – and you spread my legs and fuck me so good, I can’t walk for a week.”

Startled, Bucky pulls back. Excitement explodes in his chest.

“You - really? Seriously? That’s what you want?”

“Yep,” you confirm, palpable relief at successfully executing the dirty request. “That’s exactly what I want.”

Bucky plants a sloppy kiss on the tip of your nose. Wiggles his eyebrows and winks.

“Well god damn. You got it sweet cheeks.”

Wasting no time, he pushes off the ground and you kick your heels off, wrapping your legs around his waist. He huffs out a blissful moan when you suck a string of hickeys down his neck, grinding against you as he stumbles to the front of the car. Without thinking, he drops you on the shiny red hood and -

“Cold!”

Icy metal meets your bare ass. There’s a panicked scramble back into his arms and he manages to catch you, until your flailing upper cut cracks his jaw. It sends him off balance, tripping forward to smack his kneecaps on the Camaro’s fancy new grill. A grating screech tears the air and the grill rattles to the floor, the metallic clang bouncing off the walls.

Flinching, you peer up at him as it fades away.

Bucky’s nose twitches.

In all his fantasies (and there are many, because you are one sexy piece of ass), this shit never happens. Every sexcapade is effortlessly smooth, sensual and steamy, where you both look great, not a hair out of place, no oil-stained hands or unintended destruction of expensive vintage cars.

In reality, it seems like something always goes sideways. One of his nipples gets gouged by your fingernail or the silk from your negligee gets caught in the plates of his arm, or one of his perfectly aimed thrusts sends you both toppling off the bed. Sometimes he wonders if this is just the two of you? Do other people have perfectly orchestrated sex lives? Is porn not a true mirror of real life?

Is porn a lie?

Maybe he should watch more porn and form a more educated opinion.

For now, he takes in your crestfallen expression, vehemently shaking his head when you try to apologize.

“Buck, I’m sorry, I -“

Holding up a stern hand, he stops you cold. Sets you on your feet, gallantly whipping off his shirt, and spreading it on the shiny red paint. This time when he sets you on the hood, you lay back until the familiar scent of his cologne hugs you close. Bucky lifts your feet, propping each on the hood, spreading your legs open. He leans in close, a pink flush spreading over his chest, crawling up his throat, blue eyes turning dark.  

“Listen to me. Don’t ever apologize, okay? You’re worth more than this old junker.” A crooked smile tilts his mouth, his voice as soft as the lips now brushing yours. “You’re priceless. You understand?”

“Okay,” you murmur. Fingers dance lightly up the hard planes of his stomach, wrapping around the chain of his old dog tags. “I understand.”  

Bucky nods, watching your eyes drift down, drinking him up. He lives for that look. Sets him on fire, to watch you ogle him. When your eyes skate down his right side, he flexes his forearm a bit, because he knows it turns you on.   

A swift tug of the chain and he dips easily, mouth slanting over yours. There’s a faint sound of teeth clacking together, and he stifles a laugh at your excitement. Deep kisses, stoking that simmering fire sitting right below the surface. Your lips part and he slides inside, curling his tongue around yours, pulling away to lick along the corner of your mouth, to suck your bottom lip between his teeth.

The thought appears, same as when he had his mouth between your legs. How long has it been since the two of you just made out like this? Same answer? Too fucking long?

This is definitely happening more often.  

He feels your eager fingers reach for the button of his jeans, popping it open, slipping your hand inside. Cool fingers wrap tight around his cock, the other hand wandering down to squeeze a handful of his ass. Bucky hurriedly shimmies his pants to his knees, sets both hands on the car and leans forward, tipping his face down, touching his forehead to yours. Blue eyes flutter closed, breath hitching while he concentrates on the feel of your capable hands, slow strokes along his length, slicker with each tug.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he grits out. “Can you - damn that’s good - can you, there, bit lower -“

Ragged pants melt into a low groan when you slip your hand from the death grip on his ass to cup his balls, rolling them against your palm.

“Like that?”

“Yeah, yeah, yes, fuck yes, just like that,” he hisses, thrusting into your hands. “Can you - can you pull just a little-“

He stammers the question, ignoring your amused hum. It was a quirk, one he discovered early in the relationship. It came out of the blue, a bashful request during a romp in the sheets, but for some reason, Bucky has a thing for having his balls tugged. Not hard (which was also discovered after an unconsciously rough yank had him squealing in pain), but more of a soft squeeze, followed by a slow pull.

Like how you squeeze an overripe banana, he had explained later, gingerly massaging his balls. Not so hard it squishes.

Many entertaining attempts later, and he swears you have the move patented. Stroking his dick faster, your thumb presses over his balls, before a careful pull. Tipping his head back, Bucky stares glass eyed at the ceiling, lost in pleasure, pushing himself into your firm grip.  

“Feel good?” you murmur.

“Yeah. Yes, so good, so god damn good ,” he chokes out. Faster, harder, faster - and then a strangled gasp and panicked blue eyes catch yours. “Wait, too good, it’s too good! Don’t wanna come yet, hang on! Need to be inside you first.”

He grabs your wrists, the thwarted sting of a denied orgasm obvious in the grind of his teeth. Both of you look down to where your hands are wrapped around him, one still kneading his balls, the other curled around the velvety hot skin of his cock.

“Okay,” you say, looking him up and down. “Fine, but - you’re so sexy, Bucky. And I love your balls.”

Bucky nods furiously, gulping a deep lungful of air. His ass cheeks are twitching.

“I love that you love them, I really do. But babe, I need you to let go of my balls or I’ll come all over your hand,” he rasps, wiggling away. Releasing him, your hands run up his chest, twining around his neck, dragging his sweat damp chest flush against you.

“If I must,” you agree, smiling into his lips. Bucky relaxes into you, the slow melt of tongues follows, the kind where a kiss bounces around, until it finds the perfect rhythm. His hands trace up the line of your arms, unlocking your fingers and pulling them free. Brushing his thumbs over your wrists, he bends close, kisses your knuckles.

And then he folds your arms above your head, pinning them down.  

“Keep them there, alright? Don’t move until I say you can.”

“Kinky. Yes sir,” you breathe. He smirks.

“You’d better watch it, you little deviant. I might get used to that.”

“Sorry…sir.”

Pulling you further down the hood, he rubs his cock between your legs, sliding himself between your folds until a slick sheen coats his skin. It startles a grunt from you when he abruptly shoves inside, sinking deep until his hips press flush to yours.  

He waits. Has to wait actually, because its been a long damn time and if he’s not careful he’s going to embarrass himself before he even gets started and holy shit, is this even real life? Is he dreaming?

Splayed out on the hood of his car, legs wide open, breasts wet from his tongue, black lace and crumpled satin ribbons. Arms pinned above the luscious skin bared just for him. Bucky stares between your legs, dry mouthed and dizzy.

“Come on, Bucky, please? Fuck me, please fuck me, I missed you so much.”

How could he ever resist this? You naked, writhing against the vivid red of his Camaro, moaning for him to fuck you, with his cock buried in your -

“Aw fucking hell,” he mutters. After so many weeks apart, he knows full well this won’t last long. It’s a damn good thing he has more than a few rounds in him.

Cracking his neck, rolling his shoulders back, he digs thick fingers into your thighs, pulls back nice and slow. He waits. Waits. Waits a bit longer because he likes to be an asshole and hear you beg.

“Bucky, come on -”

And he plunges into you, burying himself in the tight, silky heat of your cunt. Warm up over, no slow start. The pace he sets is rough, so deep he feels the pleasure licking down his spine and into his toes. Over and over, he slams into you until one particularly sharp thrust presses the tip of his cock against that perfect spot inside and you arch up with a broken cry. Hands scrabble above your heard, searching for anything to hold onto, finding something flexible.

With a plastic snap, the windshield wiper blade breaks off in your hand.

Bucky stutters to a halt, blinking sweat from his eyes when he sees the look of horror on your face. The apology is still forming when he snatches the plastic from your fingers, throwing it aside.

“Don’t care,” he grunts. Giving you no time to argue, he wraps his hands behind your knees and raises your hips, fucking into you faster. The filthy echo of sweat slick skin accompanies his breathless order. “Touch yourself. Let me watch.”

A frantic agreement and one hand slips between your legs, the other cupping your breast. Frantic circles over the swollen bud, trembling fingers plucking at a pebbled nipple. Bucky watches greedily, eyes flickering back and forth, memorizing those things that bring you pleasure, fantastically dirty memories to replay on a rainy day.

“Bucky,” desperate fingers rub your clit faster. “Keep going, please keep - keep doing that, I’m close, I’m so close, I’m -“

Sharp and sweet and unexpected, the orgasm crashes into you. Arching up, the low moan tears free, and Bucky slows, hypnotized by the sight of you shuddering beneath him.

“There you go, that’s it,” he urges hoarsely, before surging forward and capturing your lips in a wild kiss. Two more pumps of his hips and he stops, grinding against you until he comes with a heavy groan.

Silence fills the room, broken only with the sounds of harsh breaths and the wet rush of his heartbeat thumping in his ears. He rests his forehead between your breasts, listening to the staccato beat of your quick breaths, until you struggle up onto your elbows, pushing his sweaty hair away from his face.

“So I broke your car.”

He says nothing, but a moment later his shoulders begin to shake and suddenly he’s laughing, great rushing wheezes as he struggles for breath. Raising his head, he finds you nervously squinting down at him. He stretches up, presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I got insurance. Just need to check my coverage for mildly destructive ‘I missed you’ sex.”

“You might consider expanding that policy. I’m just saying,” you suggest with a giggle and he snorts.

Quiet contentment blankets the stuffy garage, both of you basking in that tingly afterglow. Folding your hands behind his neck, you draw him close and Bucky nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

“Been tough lately,” he whispers, mouthing gently along your throat. “Trying to find time together.”

Nodding slowly, your smile turns wistful.

“Yeah…guess it makes any time we get even better. Right? It doesn’t matter to me what we do, as long as we’re doing it together.”

Bucky feels a lump in his throat (the kind that could easily dissolve into manly super soldier tears), and he gathers you in his arms, tucking you against his chest. When he answers, his voice cracks just a bit.

“Someone’s a sentimental sap.”

He hears your muffled laugh against his chest, feels you bite at his collarbone and he chuckles.

“I love you Bucky. And I’m really sorry I murdered your car.”

“I love you too, babe. I’m glad you came down here. Especially in that outfit.”

“Yeah? You liked it?”

“Fuck yes I did. What spurred that idea, hmm?”

“I just don’t want to lose our spark,” you admit, snuggling closer. “When things get so busy, it’s easy to let things like this slide, and I don’t want you to - get bored, I guess. With us.”

Bucky thinks about all his relationship advice articles and the fact that he sometimes even prints them out and goes through with a yellow highlighter to capture the key points. Hearing your soft concern makes him fall even more in love with you.

Because this is important. This relationship, this love, this spark he was lucky enough to find with you, it’s the most important thing in his world. You are the most important thing in his world.

Brushing a knuckle down your cheek, he coaxes your chin up.

“I know it’s tough, always being on different schedules, but I want you to know, I’m always gonna love you and I’m always gonna want you. Nothing changes that. And if you ever doubt just how much I genuinely want to bang you all night long, then you say something. Deal?”

He boops your nose and you grin.

“Deal.”

“And honey, not that I’m complaining, trust me, but you don’t need to dress sexy to get me all reved up,” he shrugs. “You do that just by looking at me.”

“You do know how to charm the pants off a lady, Barnes.”

He throws his head back and laughs. Swings you up in his arms and calms your startled yelp with a kiss.

“Damn straight. Now how about we give that backseat a try. I think you mentioned wanting to rub something back there?”

*****

[tallglassofsweetpea]

Little Darlin’: Chapter Six

Sweet Pea x OC, 1950′s AU

Warnings (this chapter): language, sexual content/smut

AN: Things get pretty spicy in this chapter ;) All previous chapters can be found in my masterlist on my blog. It’s also now available on AO3 under the username: sweepee 

I hope you enjoy!!

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Chapter Six: Save The Last Dance

It was the day of the Riverdale High homecoming game and dance. Trish came over to Lily’s house early that so she could drop off her things before the girls headed over to the football game together. Lily hadn’t exactly spilled the beans on what happened between her and Sweet Pea that night he unexpectedly stayed the night. She wanted to wait until after she attended the dance with Reggie.

The two girls cheered on the team from the bleachers, both of them wrapped up in a blanket to shield them from the chill of the cool September air. Every so often, Archie would glance up to the bleachers and wink or wave to Trish. Trish of course smiled back at him, which made Lily feel somewhat queasy. How could she even stomach him? Lily really hoped she would be able to break free from him soon.

It was almost half time, and the Bulldogs were in the lead. She hated to admit it, but Lily was actually rather impressed with how well both Archie and Reggie were on the field. Archie had managed to scored one more touch down just before the buzzer rang, signaling half time. The crowd of students and families alike all jumped to their feet and cheered. Trish hopped out of her seat and ran over to the fence separating her from the field. Lily watched as Archie jogged over to her and gave her a big kiss. They looked like they were straight out of a movie, whispers could be heard amongst the crowd. “Gosh, Trish is so lucky!” “They’re like the perfect couple.” Had Lily not known the true nature of their relationship she would have thought the same thing.

Lily heard someone whispering. “Hey.” She looked around her confused, but nobody was looking her way.

“Down here.”

Lily narrowed her eyes, it sounded like it was coming from underneath the bleachers.

She glanced around her, before “accidentally” dropping her clutch bag at her feet and leaned over to grab it. She looked through the opening between seat levels, her eyes widened at the sight of Sweet Pea standing below the bleachers smoking a cig.

“Hey princess.”

“Pea, what on earth are you doing down there?” She shout-whispered down to him.

Sweet Pea merely shrugged his shoulders, raising his hands up. He motioned her down. “Come down here.”

Lily sighed, picked up her purse and made her way down the bleachers. She made sure nobody was watching before she snuck underneath the bleachers and walked over to Sweet Pea. He was leaning against one of the metal supports, he tossed the butt of his cigarette to the side and let his hands rest on her hips.

“What are you doing here?”

“Same thing everyone else is doing, watching the big game. Go Bulldogs.” He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Lily rolled her eyes.

Sweet Pea reached out and caressed her cheek “I wanted to see you before the dance. Be careful tonight.”

Lily let out a sigh. “As I said before, I’ll be fine.”

Sweet Pea looked away from her, scoffing. Lily glanced around them before she leaned up and pecked his lips. “It’s just one night.” Sweet Pea’s eyes softened.

Sweet Pea shifted uncomfortably. “I want you to bring this with you.” He reached in his pocket, pulling out a small pocketknife and offering it to her.

Lily stood there, flabbergasted. Her jaw fell open. “Have you gone insane? I’m not going to carry a knife. Oh my goodness, Sweet Pea. Why are you even carrying this thing around?!” She said quietly but sternly.

Sweet Pea offered it to her again, rolling his eyes. “It’s for protection. Take it, just in case.”

Lily crossed her arms, her eyes narrowed at him. “Just in case what?”

“Look, I told you I don’t trust that clown.” He knew how guys like Reggie Mantle were. He knew that they only went after girls like Lily with one reason in mind. And even though Sweet Pea knew that him and Lily weren’t technically together, the idea of her going with Reggie to a dance really bugged him. It was clear as day that he was jealous, though he would never tell her. He was too proud.

Lily chewed on her lip and studied him for a second before finally letting out a sigh and snatching it out of his hand. She shook her head in disbelief and slipped the pocketknife into her purse. Sweet Pea watched her, his smirk was a dead giveaway of how proud he was of himself.

The announcer’s voice boomed from the speakers, signaling the start of the second half of the game.

Lily looked up and then back to Sweet Pea. “I’ve gotta head back to Trish, it sounds like the game is picking back up again.”

Sweet Pea reached out to hold her dainty hand in his, lightly tugging her closer to him and looking down into her emerald eyes. He raised his hand to tuck back a strand of hair behind her ear, his thumb barely grazing her cheek. He studied her features, he wondered if he would ever get over how beautiful she was.

“Promise me something?” He said it more like a demand than a question.

“What is it?”

“Save the last dance for me.”

She smiled up at him, nodding her head. “It’s all yours.” Sweet Pea grabbed her by the waist and leaned down to capture her lips. He kissed her hard, the hand that held hers now held the back of her neck, intensifying the kiss. Lily’s hands were placed on his chest, her fingers curling around the lapels of his leather serpent jacket to steady herself. She could feel his heartbeat beneath her palms, it was thumping about as fast as hers. It made her feel good that she had the same effect on him that he had on her. She felt Sweet Pea’s large hand make its way down to her bum, giving it a light squeeze. Lily pulled back with a soft giggle, glancing around to make sure nobody was watching.

“Pea.” She playfully swatted him on the chest, giggling. Sweet Pea huffed and pressed his forehead to hers.

“You drive me crazy, doll.”

Lily pulled back laughing, holding his hand.

“I’ve got to go. I’ll try to call you tonight after the dance.”

Sweet Pea nodded, reluctantly letting go of her hand. She fixed her hair and made her way out from under the bleachers.

“Make sure that bulldog keeps his paws off of you!”

Lily rolled her eyes and laughed, looking back at him once more. “Bye, Sweets.”

**

Trish and Lily went to get their hair done together after the game had ended, then they headed to Lily’s house to finish getting ready. The Bulldogs had ultimately taken the win, which Lily was thankful for. At least the boys would be in a good mood for the night.

The boys showed up about a half hour before the dance to get Lily and Trish. Both couples posed for pictures at the door. Reggie led Lily over to his friends from the football team and introduced her to them.

Lily and Reggie sat at the table with Trish and Archie chatting for a few minutes when Trish stood up and pulled Archie over to the dance floor.

“You two gonna sit there all night or are you gonna get up and dance?” Archie gestured for them to join them on the dance floor.

Truthfully, sitting at the table all night didn’t sound like a bad idea to Lily.

Reggie turned to Lily with a playful grin on his face. “Whad’ya say Lily?”

Lily stammered a bit. “I actually-“

“It’ll be fun!” Reggie stood up from his seat and gently pulled Lily from her seat and dragged her over to Archie and Trish. Lily figured she may as well do her best to have fun and danced along with the rest of the group. But no matter what, her mind kept slipping back to the night her and Sweet Pea danced together at the Wyrm. She remembered the how good it felt to have his body pressed against hers, his hands traveling up and down her body as they moved to the beat. Her thoughts drifted to the way his hands had felt against her bare skin just the other night.

A few songs later, the music slowed. Lily wanted to make a run for the bathroom as soon as she heard the song come on. But Reggie already had his arms wrapped around Lily’s waist. Lily avoided his gaze, thoughts of Sweet Pea and her slow dancing that night occupying her brain.

“You look very pretty tonight, Lily.” Reggie’s voice pulled her out of her daze. She politely smiled up at him.

“Thank you, Reggie. You clean up quite nicely yourself.”

Lily nodded. She wasn’t lying, he did look very handsome. Any girl there would have loved to have been in Lily’s shoes that night. And Lily also would have loved for any other girl to have been in her shoes.

“Are you having a nice time tonight?”

“Yes, it’s been lovely so far. Thank you again for inviting me.”

Reggie grinned at her, pulling her in a little closer to him. “There’s no-one else I’d rather be with. Just between you and me, I think I’ve got the best looking date in the whole place.” He said with a simper of pride.

“You know, there’s this tradition we have after the homecoming dance. We all head over to Cheryl Blossom’s house for a little bash. I was hoping you would join me…”

Lily’s eyes widened. She could practically see the flashing red lights in her mind signaling this party was bad news.

“I appreciate the invitation, Reggie. I really do. But my folks are sort of strict on curfew.”

Reggie looked disappointed. “You’re sure you can’t make it?”

“Yeah, I’d love to go.” A blatant lie. “There’s no way my parents would go for it.”

“Ain’t that a bite…” He looked like he was thinking. “How about this? I’ll bring you to Pop’s for a milkshake after the dance gets out.”

Lily sighed. “I suppose that would be okay.”

“Great.” The smile instantly returned to his face.

The song came to an end and Lily excused herself to the bathroom to freshen up. She really wasn’t interested in going to Pop’s with Reggie, but she figured it was the least she could agree to since she declined the party invitation.

As she rounded the corner coming back from the restroom, she could hear a group of guys talking back and forth. It sounded like Reggie and some of the other guys from the football team.

“So did you convince her to come to Cheryl’s?”

“She’s not coming, she says she has a strict curfew.”

“Man, I told you there’s was no way in hell that you could nail her by the end of the night. She’s a total prude.”

Reggie sighed. “I knew I should’ve just picked an easy girl, now I’m gonna be down 20 bucks!”

Chuck let out a hearty laugh. “Look’s like Im 20 bucks richer! That’s what you get for trying to show off, Mantle. You can kiss that crisp Mr. Jackson goodbye!”

“Not yet, Chuck. I asked her out to Pop’s after the dance, if I really play my cards right I could have her moaning in my backseat in the parking lot.

Lily gasped. It was all a bet? She rounded the corner and stormed over to the group of Bulldogs.

Reggie forced a smile upon seeing her. “Lily, there you are-“

Lily slapped him across the face, sending him stumbling back out of shock. “Even if we were the last two people on earth I would not once find myself anywhere near the backseat of your car, Reggie. You disgusting pig!” She blew right past him before he could say anything, leaving the group of Bulldogs with their jaws to the floor. Lily pushed through the doors of the gymnasium and took a seat on the cold concrete steps, taking in a deep breath of crisp autumn air. She was utterly infuriated, how dare that Reggie Mantle treat her as if she was some conquest. She felt a bit angry at herself for believing that he was any different from the rest of his jock friends. She couldn’t understand what was wrong with those boys, everything was a competition for them and they didn’t care who they hurt in the process.

Lily’s head shot up at the deep voice. Sweet Pea was walking across the parking lot.

“How do you do it, Sweet Pea?” He came over to stand before her, looking down at her with a confused look.

“Do what?”

“How do you manage to just show up wherever I am?”

“I was in the neighborhood.”

She gave him a pressing look.

“Oh, so you aren’t here to check on me or anything…”

“Definitely not.” Sweet Pea smirked.

“Hmm. Well, I’m doing just fine.”

Sweet Pea pulled an amused expression and crossed his arms. “Is that so?”

She nodded her head and forced a smile, trying her best not to crack under his stare.

“If it’s going so well…why are you out here?”

Lily let her smile fade. “Fine. It’s not going so well.”

“What happened?”

“It’s just-it’s Reggie and his low-life friends.”

Sweet Pea tensed up. “What did he do to you? Did he hurt you? I swear to god I’ll kill that-“

“No, no! He didn’t hurt me.” Sweet Pea relaxed a bit but his fists remained clenched. “I overheard him talking with Chuck, I guess they had a bet going…”

Sweet Pea’s brow furrowed. “A bet?”

“They bet on whether or not Reggie could get me to sleep with him by the end of the night…”

“I’m going to kill him.” Sweet Pea made a move for the entrance, but Lily jumped up in front of him to block him from the door and placed a hand on his chest.

“Sweet Pea, don’t.”

“Fuck that, Lily! Someone has to put that asshole in his place, and I’m more than willing to volunteer.” He made a move to go around her and she stepped in front of him again.

“I took care of it.” Sweet Pea looked at her for a second.

“You took care of it?”

“I backhanded him across the face.”

Sweet Pea’s eyes bugged out of his head. “You did?” She nodded her head yes.

Sweet Pea let out a deep breath and shook his head, a warm rumble of laughter escaping him. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately, but I think I like it.” He lifted her chin and pulled her into a kiss.

“Come on, let’s get the hell out of here.”

**

“I wish I had just listened to you in the first place, I cannot believe I trusted him.”

“Really? I can.”

Lily shot him Sweet Pea a look. “And what exactly is that supposed to mean?”

“I just mean that you’re a trusting person. It’s your best and worst trait.”

“I guess you’re right. I really do want to trust people, but it seems like every time I do it backfires on me.”

“I know what you mean.”

“What do you think your best and worst trait would be?”

Sweet Pea shrugged. “I don’t know, you tell me.”

Lily looked at him, carefully thinking about it. “I think you’re too proud.”

“Too proud?” Sweet Pea chuckled.

“Yes. You’re very confident, very sure of yourself but I think that gets in the way of showing others how you really feel.”

Lily turned to look out the window and smiled to herself, proud of her assessment.

“You better not be running all over town giving away my secrets, darlin’. I’ve got a reputation to keep up.”

Lily couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s exactly what I was talking about.”

They pulled into the empty lot of Sweetwater Forest and Sweet Pea put the car in park.

Lily watched with curious eyes as Sweet Pea got out of the car and ran over to her side of the black Ford de Luxe and opened the door for her. He took her hand and and pulled her from the passenger seat into the cool night air. “Come on.”

He led her over to stand next to the car. Lily watched him lean into the drivers side of the car and began flipping through the radio until he finally settled on Bobby Helms’ “My Special Angel” and turned up the volume so she could hear it outside. Sweet Pea slowly walked back over to where Lily stood and offered her his hand.

“I believe I was promised the last dance?”

She couldn’t help but smile, his eyes were warm and playful. She reached out and accepted his hand, he twirled her around and pulled her close, letting his other hand rest on her waist. The two of them swayed in the darkness as the music softly played from the car speakers.

Lily rested her head against his warm chest, savoring the moment. Sweet Pea pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head. The faint scent of vanilla filled his senses.

Lily pulled back to look up at him. “Sweet Pea, what are we doing?”

“Last I checked, we’re dancing.”

“No, I mean what are we doing? What is this?”

She watched the gears begin to turn in his mind as he came to understand what she meant. “I have no idea.”

That wasn’t exactly what she had been hoping to hear. “Okay.” She started to chew on her lip.

“Shit. I didn’t mean it like that.” He brought his hand up to her chin, lifting her head back up to look at him. “I’ve just never been in a relationship before.”

“Neither have I.”

“I guess that’s one thing we have in common, then.”

Lily gave him a small smile.

“You really want to try this? You want to be my girl?”

Lily’s eyes were gleaming in adoration. “I’ve always been your girl, Pea.”

Sweet Pea brought her in closer and let his lips crash down on hers. Lily pressed into him, standing on the tip of her toes and deepening the kiss. She brought her hand up to the back of his head, letting her fingers curl into his dark locks. Sweet Pea let his hand travel to her bottom, giving it a squeeze before he lifted her up and walked her over to the car so her back was pressed against the cool metal. She tightly wrapped her legs around him and felt his body push into hers, his arousal pressed against her. Her hips involuntarily thrusted up, grinding her hips against him, making Sweet Pea groan against her lips. He pulled back first, his eyes were dark and full of desire. Lily sighed his name as Sweet Pea began kissing and sucking on the soft skin of her neck, sending tingles all the way down her body. That aching sensation between her thighs returned. “Pea?” He pulled back to look at her, both of them out of breath. Lily lifted her hand to caress his strong jawline. She looked up at him through her dark lashes.

“Should we get in the car?”

He let her down and opened the door to the backseat, climbing in after her and picking up right where they left off. Their lips passionately clashed and collided. Their hands explored each other’s bodies. Sweet Pea’s let his hands venture higher and higher up her leg, his fingers gently pushing up the fabric of her dress up her thigh. He gently caressed her smooth skin and lifted her leg so it was resting on top of his.

He pulled back to whisper in her ear. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

Lily nodded her head in anticipation. He kissed his way down her neck. Lily’s fingers sank into his dark curls as he kissed up and down her neck, teasing the sensitive skin. He moved his hand further up until his fingers felt the lace trim of her panties. Lily let out a sigh, her fingers tightly tangled in his hair. He felt her hips jerk forward slightly into his hand.

“Is this okay?” Sweet Pea let his finger lightly run over her core through the fabric of her panties. Lily gasped at the sensation, her eyes snapping shut. It was like music to his ears. He wanted to hear more.

He whispered in her ear softly, “I want to make you feel good baby.” Lily looked up at him with hazy eyes and nodded again, giving him the go-ahead. He ran his finger over her once again and she let out another moan. Sweet Pea could feel dampness through the fabric of her panties.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, her hips began bucking in search of his hand. He pushed her panties to the side and ran his finger along her wet slit up and down before letting a finger slowly sink into her heat, earning him a low moan. Lily’s eyes were glued to his hand, watching it disappear beneath her dress. He slowly dragged his finger out, adding a second before he slowly sank back into her opening. He began pumping his fingers in and out of her, slowly. “T-that feels really…good.”  “Yeah?” Lily nodded her head and sighed. “What about when I do this...” Sweet Pea pulled his fingers out of her opening, gathering some of her wetness on his fingers and gliding up to the small pearl at the top. Lily gasped at the contact, shocked by the amount of pleasure such a subtle touch could bring. “Does that feel good?” Sweet Pea began gently rubbing circles over her clit. “Sweet Pea.” He watched as she let her her head fall back against the leather seat, her breath growing jagged. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. Seeing her like that, panting and moaning his name in pure bliss made him harden. She felt the aching feeling deep in her abdomen intensifying, a warmth spreading throughout her body. “I-I don’t know what’s happening.” Lily managed to choke out. Sweet Pea could feel her begin to tighten around his fingers as he pumped them in and out of her, his thumb gently rubbing against her most sensitive spot. He could tell she was close. “It’s okay baby, just let it happen. Trust me.” His voice was rough but comforting. Lily’s heart was beating heavily against her chest, her breath soon came in short gasps. The pleasure between her thighs was rising, she could feel herself tightening around his fingers as they continued to move inside of her. Sweet Pea had butterflies in his stomach as he watched her come undone. Her face flushed pink, her full lips parted, emerald green eyes bore into his until she arched her back, meeting his thrusts. Lily threw her head back as the pleasure overtook her. Her nails dug into the leather of his jacket as she let out a string of whimpers and moans as she finally reached her peak.

Sweet Pea slowed his movements as she came down from her high.

“You are so damn beautiful. Holy shit.”

Lily lifted her head back up to look at Sweet Pea, who sat there with a look of complete awe. “That was…oh my goodness.” She went to cover her face in embarrassment, but Sweet Pea caught them in his own.

“Don’t hide from me.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just kind of embarrassed.”

Sweet Pea brought her hands up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to them. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. I think that was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.”

Lily shyly smiled at him. She closed her eyes and attempted to catch her breath. Sweet Pea found it painfully cute how coy she became after what had just happened.

“Did you like it?”

“Yes, thank you. It was…thank you.” Lily looked down to Sweet Pea’s lap. “Should I-“

“Thanks doll, but it’s past midnight and I’ve gotta get you home. Surprised the car hasn’t turned into a pumpkin yet.”

**

Sweet Pea dropped her off at home, they kissed each other goodbye and he watched her quietly enter her house. Sweet Pea smiled to himself, playing over the events of the night in his head. He was quickly learning that the good little Northside girl had a bit of a bad side to her. And in turn, she had a real talent of making him weak. Whether she was aware of it or not, it still scared the hell out of him. He was about to pass by Pop’s when someone caught his eye, Reggie Mantle was walking out to his car. Against his better judgement, Sweet Pea pulled into the otherwise empty parking lot. He reached into his glove compartment and pulled out his pair of brass knuckles, letting his fingers curl around the cool metal.

Nobody messed with Pea’s girl.

[damn-stark]

Lost legacy : Harry and Alexandria’s First date

I breath in and out slowly trying to be less nervous for this date. I’ve never gone out on a date so I’m super nervous for this one. I put half of my hair up with a few strands loose.

Does this look good? No maybe all the way down. Actually no.

I got to the roller skating rink earlier than when we planned to meet up. I couldn’t help it though. I check my phone every 30 seconds checking my time and mainly checking if Harry is going to message me that he can’t come. Hopefully that doesn’t happen. But if he does than I’ll have to awkwardly leave this place. I also look up to the door waiting for him to walk in through the doors. I tap my foot nervously on the ground. The water I bought is beginning to shake in the bottle as my nervousness gets worse as the time gets closer.

As I look up from my phone to look at the door I see walk in. With that cocky smile he always has on. I stand up and give him a hug.

“ hey Harry.”

“ hey.”

We stand there for a couple of seconds it’s a little awkward. I don’t know why it is. I mean we did kiss on homecoming night. We walk over to the counter and get the skating shoes. Still no talking as we put them on. I slowly get up not realizing I actually can’t roller skate. He gets up and doesn’t slip like I did. But he helps me stand with a smile playing at his lips trying not laugh at my unbalanced walk.

“ truth is I can’t skate.” I tell him as we get in the roller rink.

“ yea I can see that but no worries I can help you.” He says as holds one my hands as we slowly start skating.

“ you seem like an expert. I presume you’ve brought all your dates here?” I ask curiously.

“ you persume wrong.” He says with smirk.

“ sure.” I say as I laugh.

We slowly make a couple laps around the rink talking and laughing as we make those laps. Slowly I started letting go of the handles on the edge of the rink and now moving more towards the center. Not letting go of Harry’s hand in the process though.

“ okay if you could live anywhere for the rest of your life where would you go?” He asked me. I take no hestistation to answer this question.

“ easy Hawaii I know it sounds cliche but you can see the stars there and theirs plenty of water there. What about you?”

“ Hawaii too I love it there. You like looking at the stars.”

“ yes I love them you can’t seem them here because of all these city lights but I love them they just remind me of how big our world is. They’re very far away from here and well when I was young I was always stuck in a small room not going out much at all..... and in that room I had a small window on the cieling. I would open it at night and see the stars... only thing that would comfort me..... it would give me motivation to leave that place and see them from somewhere that was not in that room.... the stars would remind me of how I wasn’t alone.” I say as I look over at him. His face was full of admiration of how I said all of that. He looked at me with a warm smile. “ sorry I rambled on.” I said apologetically.

“ no don’t be what you said was beautiful and sad but beautiful.” He said with that warm smile . I just looked down at my feet with a light blush on my cheeks.

“ thank you.”

“ we’ll go to Hawaii I promise you.”

“ oh will we?” I ask playfully.

“ we will and we’ll see the stars there by the beach see the sunset and as the stars slowly start to show. We’ll see the stars every night.” He turns me to face him as he finishes his sentence. I look at him with a smile on my face. Our faces just inches apart from eachother. Until he closes the small gap as he kisses me passionately. As We break apart I rest my forehead against his as he caresses my cheek.

We do few more laps around the rink. I start getting the hang of it as I let go of his hand but still have it close to his just in case I feel myself fall. After we get off the rink we go and get some pizza and watch a movie at his place. We get bored of the movie and start playing board games he had in his closet that he said he never used. We joke around as we play. I definitely let him win a couple rounds. As he takes me home I sit in his car not yet getting out as we talk.

“ I had a lot of fun today. Honestly one of the best days I’ve had in a long time beside going to homecoming with you.” Harry admitted.

“ really?” I ask him.

“ yes definitely.”

“ well I had a lot of fun today too.”

“ so does that mean yes to a second date?” He asks me.

“ of course.”

He smiles and then kisses me.

“ I would love to stay here longer but I think I see my dad peeking through the door.” I tell him .

“ fine leave me then.” He says as he acts hurt.

“ not by choice.” I say with a smirk.

He gets off first and then opens the car door for me. Before I leave he gives me a quick peck.

“ goodnight Alexandria.” He says.

“ goodnight Harry.”

As I enter the house I see my dad prentending to be busy doing something by the door.

“ I saw you peeking through the door.” I tell him.

“ I was not I was just fixing this over here.” He lied.

“ sure what ever you say.” I say as I laugh at his lie.

“ so how did it go?” He asks me.

“ it went great.”

“ good.”

I enter the living room and see Pepper watching a movie and drinking wine.

“ how did it go?” She asks from the couch as she sees me come in.

“ it went super great.” I say as I sit beside her.

“ Tony was definitely looking through the door.” She said In a hushed tone.

“ I know he was” I whisper back.

“ hey you’re supposed to be on my side!” Tony says as he sits by us.

Pepper and me just laugh at his reaction. I finish watching the movie with them and then go to bed. As I get ready I get the picture strip that Harry and I took. Couldn’t help but smile at our funny poses that we did. I then look at my phone and see that he sent me a picture. When I opened it I saw that he drew stars on the picture he took of the night sky. I couldn’t help but giggle a little at his picture. This was definitely going to be a day to remember.

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[bellatrixobsessed1]

Wan High Weeping (Part 9)

Just a little note, Toph isn’t blind in this fic. There’s a reason for that and it will be seen in future chapters.

The last place Chan wanted to be right then was in the hallways of Wan High. He wished that they would have had the assembly closer towards the end of the day. Instead they wedged it right into second period. He punched at his locker. Now he was going to have to think about it all day. How the hell was he supposed to get anything done, with a searing reminder that he had let Ruon-Jian die.

 Government class with Long Feng was the last place he wanted to be. He threw his textbooks in his locker as though they were responsible for all of his woes and slammed his locker shut. The sound was clear and booming even over the chatter of his peers. It drew a few looks, but not a voice was willing to pose questions. He stomped into Long Feng’s classroom. His hand twitched, he clenched and unclenched his hand. He took a deep breath in. He wouldn’t slam the door. He was the captain of the boys’ volleyball team and he didn’t want to lose that to an angry outburst. He couldn’t imagine Long Feng taking him slamming the door well.

 “Would you like to take your seat, Mr. Haga.” Long Feng asked.

 Chan scowled, saying nothing at all. He retreated to his seat if for no other reason than to refrain from wiping that smug grin off of Feng’s face. The man knew that he hated being called by his last name. Haga had to be the worst family name, the sound of it was so unbecoming.    

 He mostly zoned out the lesson, his thoughts were heavy with wondering why Ruon hadn’t confided in him.  Had he done something to make Ruon think that he wasn’t trustworthy? The assembly only made him feel more guilty. He had seen all of the signs. Ruon pulling away from everyone in the group, save for TyLee. Roun quitting the team. Roun giving him his lucky volleyball. Chan rubbed his face, how the fuck did he miss so many glaring signs?

He didn’t, did he?

It was easier to deny it and hope that it would go away. That Ruon would have pulled himself together. Isn’t that what they always did?

 Chan didn’t realize how hard he was gripping his pencil until it snapped. And then Long Feng snapped, ranting about how disrespectful it was to sling halves of pencils across the room. And Chan snapped too, he leapt out of his chair, sending it clamoring to the floor, and stormed away from the class room. It looked like he’d be talking to principal Roku after all and then probably one of the social workers. God, he hated the social workers and their forced care.

 Hate. Hate Hate.

He hated a lot of things.

He hated Wan High, he hated Long Feng, he hated his last name. He hated Teo and his eyesore of a wheelchair. He hated Katara for being a kiss-ass. He hated Azula because that was the in thing now. But he hated Usha too because her voice was nerve grating. He hated that he was dating her. He wondered if it was worth it just to get under Azula’s skin. Usha did have a nice rack. And he hated his weakness for such things. He hated Zuko more than anyone because somehow he blamed Zuko for Ruon’s death. Maybe if Zuko would have let him have Mai…

It’s irrational and a part of him knew that. That part of him knew that there was much more to it, something he probably didn’t know about.  But that part of him was diminishing. He was going to lose it soon.

Because more than any of the other things he hated, he hated himself. It all started going down hill after that party. That stupid homecoming party he didn’t really feel like hosting to begin with.

 It was building up inside of him, it needed a release. He took a turn away from the office and wandered towards the gym.  He looked around the hall and slipped into the vacant boy’s locker room. He approached his least favorite locker and began slamming his fist into it, until at least half of his anger had been released. His knuckles were bloodied some, but he still felt as though he should get in a few more punches.

 “God.” He huffed, running frantic hands over his face and hairline as he paced in the dark locker room. “Oh, God.” He tried with all of his willpower to breathe deeply and exhale. “God, oh God,” became a repeated phrase.  And then a hissed, “oh fuck” at the realization that he probably shouldn’t stick around. He’d caused quite a stir.

So he bolted from the scene of the crime.

He just needed to get to the principal’s office.

 No, that’s not what he needed at all. He needed some air.

He needed to get out of that school.

He needed to go home.

 .oOo.

 He didn’t get to go home. No, they had made him stay, they kept him nice and secured with social worker Yangchen and a few Dai Li officers. Roku was making it all too apparent that the only reason he hadn’t been expelled yet was because his father was one of the school’s top donors.

 A talk, a few pills, and two hours later, he was sent off to lunch. He hadn’t much of an appetite for it though. He had less patience for joining Chu-Leng and Jet at the lunch table where he would be surrounded by at least another hundred or so noisy classmates.

 He slammed his backpack onto the table.

 “Oh come on, man!” Chu-Leng exclaimed as his milk carton toppled.

 “Fuck your milk.”

 “What’s your problem?” Chu-Leng grumbled.

 “What do you think is wrong?” Chan asked. He stood and grabbed, fully intending on fetching some paper towels to thrust in his friend’s face.

 What happened instead was rather different. He took a backwards step right into Teo. For his poor attention he was on the ground. “Are you fu—” He could hardly seem to get the words out of his mouth. “Can you watch where you’re going with that thing?”

 “You ran into me!” Teo was being awfully bold and Chan was ready to let him know that he had picked a bad time to grow a pair of balls.

 He grabbed ahold of the wheel chair and gave it a good shake. “I wouldn’t have ran into you if this thing didn’t take up so much space.” He gave the boy a good shove, eliciting a round of ‘ooo’s’ from his lunch table.

 “Give it to him, Chan.” Jet snickered. It was just the kind of encouragement that he didn’t need.

 “Alright.” Teo lifted his hands. “Sorry, I’ll move out of your way next time.”

 He was already over the edge and gathering a crowd. He wasn’t one to disappoint. “Oh, I know. And I’m going to help you remember to do that.” His fist landed on Teo’s cheek before he could process what he was doing. He was raising it again.

 “Chan.” A voice cut through the cheering and chanting, smooth and soft but somehow more powerful than the rest. He lowered his fist and turned to her. “What are you doing?” She asked. “I know that we like to bully our nerds but this is…”

 He cut her off, “We?” He laughed, he was faintly aware that he sounded maniacal. “You are one of the nerds we bully. Remember.” He took a step towards her. He knew that she wanted to forget, but he was going to remind her just as well as he was reminding Teo to know his place.

 Azula held her ground, he knew that this was drawing even more eyes. They all wanted a show, they were going to get it. He ran up and gave her a decent shove. He thinks that the only reason he was able to do it, was because she didn’t think that he actually would. He heard her wince and noticed that she was clutching her side.

There was an absolutely murderous glint in her eyes.

 A glint that mellowed him out just enough for the Dai Li to escort him out in a pair of cuffs.

[bbbarneswrites]

High-Heeled Heaven

Read Chapter Five: Valentino Rockstud Pumps 

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: In which Sebastian can’t help but appreciate his girl’s high-heels shoes. Genre: Romance/fluff Warnings: Swearings 1,808 words

Notes: Inspired by Hell in High Heels by Jewelgirl04, I decided to write a little series of drabbles so we can be trash about how Seb likes high-heels. I’m not even sorry. Each chapter will be inspired by a different pair of shoes that I wish I could actually afford, lmao. The link down there provides a better look to the shoes if you want and in the middle of the fic there’s a link for the full outfit. Heads up for our cutest new ‘character’ in this chapter too. And Sebastian’s moustache...lmao. Enjoy! <3

Chapter Six: Gianvito Rossi Plexi Pumps

Past the end of the year holidays and its shenanigans, January starts with a busy schedule for both you and Sebastian.

By the first week of the month, he’s off to Atlanta to film his new movie while you find yourself busy with a few events to attend in New York and a festival in Utah to promote your lastest movie, that has been actually moving a lot faster than the production team anticipated.

All in all, you don’t have much time to worry about anything else than interview schedules, photoshoots, flight times and public appearences during that month.

But February just happens to be a little different once you get a little break before your own press tour starts. New York is still ranging with its moody weather and there’s a few days in which you can’t help but be painfully aware of Sebastian’s absence, despite the new companion he got for you as a Christmas gift.

Little Jack is the most adorable Border Collie puppy you’ve ever seen and most definitely the best gift you’ve gotten during your entire life. He’s absolutely the best cuddle partner for lazy days and his presence makes your apartment feel less gloomy when you’re on your own.

Though that doesn’t mean you’re not missing Sebastian.

Within less than a week for your boyfriend’s homecoming, the New York Fashion Week is on again and you’re soon with another list of shows and parties to choose from.

So once Friday rolls around and the third day of the Fashion Week starts, your fairly small apartment is crowded with the presence of your hair stylist and make-up artist, all expertly getting you ready in less than two hours.

Even with the city’s frigid temperatures, you’re gifted with a beautiful black and white two-piece outfit matched with a knee-length black wool coat. It kinda makes you feel badass so you don’t complain much about it as you slip into the said clothes with Lia’s help, taking extra care with your hair and make-up as she helps you to adjust the last details.

Now that all you need are your shoes and jewelry, you walk run over to your bedroom to grab  them just in time to catch Sebastian’s FaceTime call on your phone.

With a instant smile growing on your lips, you pick up the phone and sit on your bed, Jack fumbling around your feet as you accept the call. As soon as Sebastian’s face fill up the device’s screen, you can’t help but hold back a laugh at his very particular predicament.

Something that he notices right away with your poor hiding skills.

“You know, if I didn’t know you any better I’d be offended.” He says right off the bat, a feigned angry frown deep between his eyebrows as he notices your struggle to keep yourself serious. “Fucking unbelievable.”

At his indignant muttered words, you immediately give in to your urges and let out a laugh, your chest flaring with low-key affection as you note that he’s holding back a smile of his own while keeping up his angry front.

“I know I should be sorry but I’m not really.” You shoot him a half smile, trying to look as guilty as you can though you know he’s not buying just by the way he’s shaking his head. “You look so funny, I can’t help it.”

To your defense, he really does look kinda funny. Seeing your usually fashionable and very sharp boyfriend sporting classic 90s outfits – that included hideous turtlenecks and dad jeans – with a thin moustache and no sideburns at all wasn’t something that you thought you’d ever experience. And yet, there you are.

“Yeah, story of my life.” Seb rolls his eyes and lets out a chuckle, getting past the playful moment once he smiles tenderly at you, phone shaking as he moves on his hotel bed. “How’s things over there? Where’s the dog?”

With a roll of eyes of your own, you turn to the front camera and focus on Jack playing with his toys by your feet, letting out a laugh as soon he starts speaking and doing cooing noises that the puppy immediately perks up with.

“As you can see, things are good and Jack is right here making me company.” You reply playfully in the background, turning the camera back to you again just in time to smile mischievously at him. “Sooo, how are things over there? Are you staying away from elementary schools?”

“Ha-ha, you’re so funny.” Sebastian glares at you through the phone screen, looking unimpressed by the proud and amused grin on your lips. “Charles already made that joke so you’re a little late on that one.”

“Don’t be like that.” You pout in feigned disappointment, chanelling your best puppy face when he simply hums in reply. “If it makes you feel better I really, really miss you today.”

Almost as if you’d said magic words, Sebastian’s face instantly light up and you swear you can spot a discrete shade of red covering his clean shaved cheeks, though you don’t mention a word about it despite the affection bubbling up in your chest.

It’s always cute when he’s caught off-guard, his sweet and shy self slipping every now and then through his usual charming front even though the bastard can compose himself pretty quickly.

“Yeah? Just today?” Sebastian smiles smugly for a brief moment until you glare at him, a honest laugh escaping from his lips that soon melts into an almost dreamy sigh. “You look so beautiful. I kinda feel bad that you have to deal with this now.”

“Thanks, babe. That’s the perks of going to a fashion show for free, I guess.” You shrug sheepishly, hoping that your flushed cheeks aren’t visible through the phone screen as you laugh. “And don’t worry about that, two hours ago I was wearing my pajamas onesie so you’re good.”

“Let me see you then.” He says abruptly, his lips growing in a smirk when he sees your slightly disgruntled expression at his sudden request. “Come on. You laughed at my moustache just now, can you let me see you for a second?”

Despite being used to his beaming personality and occasional flirty demeanor, you still can’t help but feel slightly timid whenever it sets on him to tease you like this. Even though Sebastian can be a little awkward and quiet at times, he knows he’s handsome and most definitely knows the effect he has on most people once he’s comfortable enough.

One of these people just happens to be you.

And just by the way he’s smiling through the camera with that ridiculous moustache of his (that makes him look funny but still not ugly, much to your despair), it seems like he knows he got his way on this one.

So his smile just widens as you groan and get up from your spot by the edge of the bed, the phone’s image shuffling as you walk towards the big mirror covering up one of your walls. When you flip the camera to the front side again and frame it on your reflection, you dare to give him a cheeky smile before pulling out a pose.

“There you go, mom.” You tease with a short laugh, turning to your sides a few times in a playful way to show him the full outfit. “Happy now?”

Sebastian lets out a content hum as he runs a hand through his jaw, eyes squinted and lips pursed into a smirk you know too well.

“That’s one look, I’ll tell you.” He boasts with a cocky smile, his eyes set on your frame in a way that almost makes you feel as if he’s right there watching you. “I gotta ask though. You’re going barefoot or...?”

The question comes as no surprise but your reaction is immediate. Once your laugh fills up the room, Sebastian is all the way over in Georgia smiling like the biggest show-off on Earth, low-key eager for whatever is coming next.

“Christ, you’re like a predator or something.” You shake your head in mocked disapproval, knowing that the action won’t put him off due the clear amusement still laced to your voice as you continue. “Of course not moustache man, I got new shoes just for this and they’re awesome.”

Before he can even ask, you walk over to where the box is set and makes a show of opening it as best as you can one-handed, still filming the whole thing with your front camera just to spite him. Even though he doesn’t see it, you completely fail at holding back a smile when he lets out a low, almost amazed ‘wow’ as the shoes come into the view.

Finally setting them on the floor, you slowly step into the heels and frame the image on your legs, unpretentiously walking back to the mirror to frame the camera on your reflection once again.

“God, I miss you so much.” Sebastian sighs tiredly, his eyes looking kind and tender despite the serious tone of his voice as he tilts his head to rest against the bed’s headboard. “Can’t wait to be home with you and the dog.”

His words warm up your chest right away and you bite back your lower lip to hide one of your giddy smiles, the camera now set back to your face.

“We miss you too.” You reply softly, giving in to a smile when Jack walks past you to walk into your closet. “Jack’s been out of his mind without your runners around to chew off, believe me.”

Seb laughs but doesn’t go further than that as Lia’s call from the living room interrupts the moment, warning that your Uber is just a few minutes away and asking if, for the love of God, you’re ready to go after all this time. As you glance apologetic at Sebastian, all he does is offer a cute laugh and a shake of head.

Well, at least you’ve put your shoes on. Jewelry is the least of your concerns right now. Or it’s supposed to be.

“Hey, knock them dead for me.” He says with a serious expression though his tone of voice is light and sounding as teasing as ever, his tongue running over his lower lip before he finishes. “I’ll be home in no time.”

“I will, handsome.” You smile knowingly at him, throwing a wink before gesturing around your mouth with a pleading face. “And please, take that thing off your face before you get into the plane, okay?”

Sebastian laughs, lower lip caught between his teeth and suddenly you can’t wait for the next six days to be just over.

“If you don’t forget to save these shoes for me.”

Just a few more days. 

[spxderman-s]

I Hope That’s A Yes

requested: hi, if you're still taking requests i was wondering if you'd write a peter parker x reader imagine about him taking her to another homecoming or a prom, like maybe how he asks her and the dance itself? maybe he's her first kiss?

send your requests here! 

word count: 1880

pairing: peter parker x reader 

warnings: some mean names, some bad words. 

a/n: so i tweaked it just a LIL bit, hopefully it still works out!! this was so fun to write because its not the usual personality i give Y/N, compared to my other fics. im also sorry to the anon who requested it, i know its been awhile!! but here you darlings go! 

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“If I have to see one more person put on a giant performance just to ask someone to homecoming--” you complained as you and your friends watched Flash ask some poor girl in an extremely over-the-top manner, “--I’m gonna puke.”

“I think it’s romantic,” Ned said, pulling apart a banana. “In a weird, disgusting way.”

You rolled your eyes, turning your focus back to your homework that was due next class. “It’s obnoxious, especially for someone like him.”

Peter laughed into his sandwich. “I don’t know what you expected, [Y/N], the guy’s name is Flash.”

“Touche.”

As if he could hear you, your greasy classmate swaggered over with his arm draped over his new date’s shoulders. “You nerds better start getting to asking someone to the dance,” Flash drawled, ruffling Peter’s hair with entirely too much force. “Especially you, Penis Parker. You don’t wanna show up alone, do you?” With a malicious laugh, he steered himself and the girl he was with away.

“God, what a tool,” you muttered. “Seriously, Parker--you need to just pop him one time, right in his smug mouth.”

Peter chuckled, fixing his hair. “He’s not worth it.”

Shrugging, you fixated your glare onto Flash as he was leaving the cafeteria, feeling your hands curl into fists. If Peter won’t stand up to him, you definitely would take that opportunity for him.

“Hey, Flash!” you called, your voice echoing across the room. He turned around, his lip curled in a cruel grin.

“[Y/N], don’t,” Peter hissed.

You shushed him. “I know what I’m doing.” You stood up, palms flat on the table. Both of your friends were looking up at you, terrified of what you would say or do. “Peter already has a date, so quit sticking your prick in his business.”

That was enough to get Flash back to your table. He placed his hands roughly on Peter’s shoulders, and leaned down. “Penis Parker got a date?” He guffawed, loudly. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

“That lucky guy,” you said through clenched teeth, feeling your fists twitching--begging to just land one good punch in Flash’s face, “happens to be me. So get your slimy hands off of him--unless you wanna give me a run for my money.”

Flash immediately took his hands off of Peter, and took a large step back. “He--you--he asked you?”

Peter was staring up at you in astonishment, and also confusion.

“Is that a problem?” you asked, warning in your voice.

“It’s--it’s not really my business,” he muttered, before turning away and leaving the cafeteria.

You sat down again, satisfied, flipping the page of your homework. Ned cleared his throat loudly, causing you to raise your eyes to him, who stared at you with huge eyes.

“What the hell was that?” Ned exclaimed, looking between you and Peter, who was still staring at you with his mouth slightly open.

“Look, he can’t keep treating you like this,” you said, crossing your arms. “I’m tired of seeing you get treated like this--you don’t deserve it.” After a moment passed, they still didn’t change their expressions. You slammed your notebook closed. “I’ll see you guys in P.E, alright?”

--

“C’mon, Peter. Just do like, one more,” you coaxed. “Coach Wilson isn’t anywhere near us.”

Peter groaned and did another sit-up. “[Y/N], about earlier today--”

“Don’t mention it.”

“No--I….well, first of all, thanks for sticking up for me,” he said. “But….were you serious? About--about going as m-my date?”

You didn’t say anything at first. “Do you want to go?”

Peter sat up all the way to look at you. “Kind of,” he replied sheepishly.

“Okay,” you shrugged. “But you have to ask me.”

“But you just asked me!”

“Did I?”

Peter stuttered out some words, a blush rising in his cheeks. You patted his knee, and moved to take his place to do your share of sit ups. As you moved, Peter rolled to his feet and stood up.

“I have a question to ask you,” he spoke loudly, his voice echoing through the gym, everyone stopping and staring at him. Your eyes widened and you shook your head vehemently at him, but Peter ignored you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you hissed at him, blushing furiously.

He moved and stood on the first step of the bleachers. “I only asked you in private,” he went on in the same clearly audible voice, “but [Y/N], will you do me the absolute honor of being my date to homecoming?”

Peter’s words hung in the silence, until you realized everyone was waiting for your answer. Looking around, you returned your glare to him and spoke through your teeth, “Yes.”

He returned to sitting beside you on the mat. “There. Was that good enough?”

“Peter Parker,” you growled, trying to keep your thoughts in order and your head on straight. “You--you--”

“I hope that’s a yes.”

--

“Sweetheart, there’s someone at the door for you!” your mother called down the hall. “I think it’s Peter--are you two going to the dance together?”

You fiddled with the neckline of your dress, staring at yourself in the mirror. You couldn’t believe that you wanted to actually look good for Peter--but ever since he embarrassed you in the gym last week, you couldn’t stop thinking about him. At first, you tried your hardest to push the rising feelings far, far away, but they kept resurfacing every time he looked at you, laughed, every time he ate a damn grape. Was he always this attractive? And smart, and funny?

“[Y/N]?” your mother called again. “Did you hear me?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a second,” you shouted back. You tugged at a lock of curled hair, and decided it would have to be good enough. You closed your bedroom door, stuffed your phone and some cash in your clutch, and entered your living room.

Peter stood there talking with your mother. He looked incredibly handsome in a freshly ironed suit, his hair combed to get the curl perfect, flashing his award-winning smile. You gulped, feeling your heart begin to race, and you almost turned around and went right back into the safety of your room.

Your mother noticed you first, who clapped her hands and exclaimed in joy. “You look so pretty, sweetheart.”

You met Peter’s gaze, who was staring at you in wonder. He held a small bouquet of daisies in his hand, with a corsage and pin in the other.

“Wow,” he breathed, before shaking himself and stepping towards you while holding out the flower pin. “I--uh--bought this today. I think you’re supposed to pin this on my suit.”

“Wait, wait!” your mother cried, holding up her camera. “Smile, kids!”

You groaned, but obliged. After pinning the flower to his suit, Peter clasped the corsage to your wrist, his fingertips lingering for a moment that raised goosebumps on your skin.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered to you.

Looking to him, you made a mental note of how close his lips were to yours. You had never once thought of kissing him before, but now….

“Your tie is crooked,” you said bluntly, reaching up and fixing it, mentally kicking yourself. “Sorry--that was rude. You….you look really handsome, Parker.”

He smiled, and you both posed for the countless pictures your mother begged for, your heart racing and palms beginning to sweat at how he held your waist so tightly, the familiar scent of his cologne dabbed onto the hollow in his throat, and the way the butterflies in your stomach fluttered relentlessly whenever his brown eyes landed on you.

--

The music throughout the gym was booming, the bass shaking the entire building. The laser lights danced across the walls, ceiling, and the large mass of dancing students in the middle of the floor. Peter guided you over to the refreshment table, offering you a cup of punch.

“I don’t really know how to dance,” you shouted over the music, accepting the cup and taking a tentative sip.

“I don’t either,” he shouted back. You laughed, and bobbed your head along with the music. It was something that you probably wouldn’t listen to willingly, but you had it admit--it was catchy. Pretty soon you were tapping your feet and swaying side to side with the beat.

“We can both make fools of ourselves out there together,” you spoke in his ear, grabbing his arm and steering him towards the group of dancers. He protested, stammering about really not knowing how to dance, but pretty soon you were surrounded by dancing people. Peter started swaying awkwardly, but after a few more minutes of the catchy beat, you were both getting more and more comfortable and having a good time. With having Peter so close, the good music and flashing lights, you felt like you were floating on a cloud.

“Alright, we’re gonna have a little tune change--time to slow things down a bit,” the DJ drawled into the mic, fiddling with some flips and switches on his spin table. The pop song playing faded into a slow melody mixed with acoustic guitar and a smooth voice cooing about love. The large group of students began to disband, with a few select staying behind to sway romantically along with the song.

You looked to Peter, whose eyes were already on you. He held out his hand, and gestured to the song, pulling you close to him. As if by instinct, you wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands rested firmly on your waist.

“I’m having a lot of fun with you,” you said, relieved to not have to yell over the music.

Peter smiled shyly, resting his forehead against yours with a contented sigh. “Me too.”

Once again, you were very aware of how close his lips were to yours. You could just lean in, and….

“[Y/N]?” Peter murmured, breaking into your thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“Could I--” He cleared his throat nervously. “I mean, I’ve never--”

“Just kiss me, Parker,” you breathed, and he obliged. You were not expecting your first to be with Peter, and you wanted to accuse him of lying about never kissing a girl before because it seemed like he knew what he was doing. His lips were soft and sweet, and he tasted like the sweet punch you had earlier.

You pulled away, head spinning and butterflies flying around in your chest. He looked at you in confusion, his adorable lips still pursed.

“Is--is everything okay?” he asked uneasily.

You smiled and nodded. “Everything is….perfect. I just--I’m still processing all of this.”

He laughed. “Y-yeah--me too.” You both were silent for a moment, before he said, “So the kiss was--it wasn’t too bad, right?”

You playfully punched his arm, but followed it with a kiss to his cheek. “You did great, Parker. We’ll have to do it again sometime.”

The two of you spent the rest of the evening stealing kisses, dancing together, and then walking home holding hands, something that you had never thought would ever happen to you. You looked at Peter with fresh eyes now, and you couldn’t deny the growing feelings that now you knew were reciprocated--which held a certain kind of excitement for what the future held for the two of you.

[cryptoriawebb]

Spider-man Homecoming: Review

Heads up: this isn’t for the super sensitive. 

I’m not gonna lie: I didn’t love this movie. I didn’t go into it expecting much but carried with me that hope the movie might prove those expectations wrong. It has thus far. This year has been one surprising but pleasant ride as far as super hero films go. Logan, Guardians of the Galaxy 2 and of course, the masterpiece that is Wonder Woman. Each film stood strongly on its own, raising the stakes for the genre in a way I haven’t seen in years.

In my personal opinion, the latest addition to the MCU felt a little lackluster in comparison. There were highlights of course: Michael Keaton, Peter’s unusual preference towards being Spider-man rather than viewing it as a responsibility, his relationship with Tony Stark, and this new/reimagined cast of classmates. That said…I almost felt like I was watching a Spider-man fanfiction, rather than a new, professional blockbuster installment. At this point, maybe it is fanfiction, or rather, since Marvel is in charge again, writers picking and choosing from previous “fanfiction” and crafting their own, alleged relevant interpretation. Fanfiction of fanfiction.

I’ve never seen so many new characters in a super-hero film than this one. They have existed of course, both in the MCU (Coulson as the most well-known example) and the X-men films (Nina, Peter’s little sister), this is just the first time, as I’ve said, I’ve seen so many in one setting. It’s incredibly strange for someone like me, someone who knows the Spider-man mythos better than almost any other hero/comic line, with the exception of the X-men.. I’m thinking specifically of Ned and Michelle. Ned I know was inspired by Ned Leeds, and I do think it would be cool to see him as a reimagined hobgoblin one day. Michelle…I loved her character, she’s fun and weird and something not seen too often in the super hero world, super-powered or otherwise. That said, and this is my personal opinion, I don’t particularly care for this implied idea she’s the new “Mary Jane.”  Generally when it comes to the MCU, Marvel has been pretty good about keeping iconic characters true to their comic book origins. Minor or less well-known (Jeri Hogarth, Kilgrave and Claire Temple as two primary examples), have been, in the past, Marvel’s way of exploring reimagined characters and including a more well-rounded universe without upsetting fans for whom certain characters left such an imprint.  

Before anyone says anything, I want to reiterate that I liked some of these changes: Queens New York in 2017 is very different from the Queens of Peter’s comic origins. I adored this reinterpreted Flash, although it took a bit to digest. Not only because he wasn’t the Flash I’d grown up with but his interests and methods of bullying were so different than what I remember. I liked that. I liked that there was friction within the same social circle. I liked that Peter was sort of an outcast in said social circle; when I was growing up I frequently felt that way. Sometimes I still do. I forget where I read this but someone mentioned this Flash chose to bully Peter verbally, and only verbally, which I think is definitely worth noting as well. We live in a different era now; physical bullies are far less prevalent than they were twenty years ago. Speaking as someone who was bullied (although not within my social circle, not really) I found it…not important but I liked that they went that route because verbal bullying can be just as damaging as anything physical. Just because you can’t see the scars doesn’t mean they aren’t there. So I liked this Flash, I liked that he was part of the Decathalon, I liked that part of his dislike seemed to stem from that dislike and I also liked that despite not knowing all the answers (which could have implied he cared less than his classmates) he cared enough to snap at Peter when he rejoined the team at the last minute.

To go along with that, I liked that Liz was also on the team. That she was fairly popular and well-liked, but didn’t fall into the cheerleader type, so to speak. She was that smart and pretty senior nerd whom the slightly nerdier Peter (and I loved that he and Ned were nerds among nerds; that word is so vast now) felt far above his league. I also liked that she didn’t treat him like a nobody and seemed to like him from the start. I don’t know…I’m not big on high school stories or high school romances but this particular interpretation felt more human than formulaic.

With that cleared up, I’m going to go back to Mary Jane really quickly:  I don’t care about romantic interests in super hero films and I never really liked Mary Jane. That said, I grew up with her looking a certain way and seeing someone who not only behaved but look so different and just having to accept this is ‘Mary Jane’ now when she’s very clearly her own character bothers me. Don’t groom me to believe one thing and just expect me to be okay with this. I love Michelle as her own character, I want to see more of her and I’d love for her to join Peter and Ned as the third member of their friendship circle but I don’t want her to be Mary Jane. I just don’t.

Michael Keaton was, as I said before, my favorite part of the movie. I didn’t latch onto him right away but I liked his approach: a middleclass dad engaged in weapons’ distribution felt very appropriate as this friendly webslinger’s first real villain. That is one thing Marvel handles well: exploring not only the heroes but what impact they leave on the rest of the public. This goes for both Shockers, too. Neither they or the Vulture have ever, in my opinion, been impressive enough to steal the show the same way someone like Loki or Magneto could, but capitalizing on their strengths to harness not only alien technology but hijack an invisible plane (much less an Avengers’ plane) was, in my opinion, a smart move. Spider-man is young, his powers are limited and these villains felt as though they were just out of his league enough to pose a threat and teach him something about, well, “power and responsibility.” What it means to be Spider-man.

I really didn’t see the twist coming, that he would end up being Liz’s father. I’m not sure how I feel about that. I love a good twist but they weren’t (to my knowledge) related in the comics…if they were, well, that’s my bad. Like I said, certain things I don’t mind changed. Others I do, if only because after a point the franchise movie starts feeling like an original movie, an original franchise and it’s not supposed to be. On the other hand…this is the second Spider-man reboot and I’m sure Disney/Sony wanted to make sure it stood on its own. So the question is, where is the middle ground? How do you create something original with a subject that’s been done over and over and over again? Teenage super heroes struggling to come into their own, struggling to get the girl and dodge the bully, all the while keeping secrets from their guardian…do you know how long it’s been since I’ve seen anything featuring teenage super-hero situations? I don’t count X-men apocalypse because it didn’t deal with that so much as…that movie was as much the adult’s story as the teens and they were trying to stop a literal apocalypse. Spidey, however…it was like someone transported me back to the early-mid 2000s. Sky High, Danny Phantom, even X-men evolution and of course the first three spider-man films…that was the era, at least I think, of the teenage super-hero. Nowadays it feels more like an anomaly, at least in cinema.  There’s nothing wrong with that, of course, it was just…strange…and really made me feel my age.

Like I said though, there were some things I liked apart from Keaton: Peter reacted to the whole having super powers and being invited by the Avengers thing like I imagine most real-world teens would, the way I would’ve reacted when I was a teen if I were in that situation. He wasn’t the adult in a teenage body Toby McGuire and even Andrew Garfield took on after a while. He genuinely wanted to be Spider-man, he didn’t see the point in his studies if he got to be a world-renowned super-hero. It was really interesting to see him discover what previous Spider-men already harbored, and from Tony of all people. I love Tony, he’s probably my favorite character in the MCU and seeing him try to play dad was both heartbreaking and heartwarming. I look forward to seeing that relationship develop.

I also…I’m not sure how I feel about both Ned and May discovering his identity so quickly. I guess it makes sense? Maybe? Teenagers, especially in this day and age, can’t sneak out the same way they used to. With May no longer a frail old woman, it would make sense she’d be more engaged in Peter’s life. Sally Field played some of that up, and Marissa Tomei continues it. I loved her relationship with Peter, side-note. Always have. She really did behave like an aunt. That aside, maybe the identity revelation was intentional…maybe secrecy has no place in this MCU. Spidey is just one small piece of a larger puzzle. Maybe they didn’t want to waste time with that kind of drama. The MCU never has been big on drama, with a handful of exceptions. Previous Spider-man films were more dramatic, even the Amazing series (which I maintain as my favorite interpretation.)

To summarize: this movie was different, but it wasn’t. Some changes worked, some didn’t. Some similarities worked, others didn’t. There was both life and fatigue in this movie, and a whole lot of pandering.

I would go see it again, if only to pay more attention (I saw it at a drive-in. Missed the Stan Lee cameo, ugh.) As far as Spider-man films go, I’d personally put it ahead of the McGuire films but behind Andrew Garfield’s. At least for now. I do want to see more of this Spider-man, see how his relationships develop and see what other characters they incorporate or invent (J.K. Simmons to return as Jameson, anyone?)

Please remember my opinions are my own. They are not meant to stir any political fire. Just the thoughts of a long-time super hero fan who never quite fit the mold.