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dreamifics · 3 years

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A day with the Avengers..

Avengers x Y/N (all platonic, maybe a bit of loki pining..)

The whole avengers entered the part of the compound where a busy Y/N is.. S/he was busy with and was doing things all over the place.

"What are you doing?" Natasha cautiously asks, the remaing avengers behind her..

"None ofnshahana.." S/he utters without looking up from what s/he's doing..

"What?" Tony questioned confused..

"She said none ofnshahana, Mr. Stark.." Peter answered..

"What--No Peter--"

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Sam asks again, and it pushed one of Y/N's buttons..

"I'm doing something for me and it's called NONE OF YOUR FU,--.."

"Languange!" Steve yelled, this time Y/N looked up and rolled her/his eyes..

"Ugh, didn't see you there Capsicle!" S/he said sarcastically causing Steve to shake his head either in amusement or disappointment. It's really hard to tell..

"What are you working on, Y/N?" Natasha continue to ask the questions..

"Nothing, school project!" Y/N answered going back to whatever s/he's doing..

"Didn't you graduate school like five years ago.." Wanda chirped in..

"Oh..Did I say school project?I meant--hahaha!" S/he laughs nervously, Y/N faked a cough.. This made all the Avengers more suspicious of his/her actions..

"I meant just a project.." S/he answered timidly and focuses back to whatever s/he was doing.

"Is it dangerous?" Vision asks as the others wait for Y/N's answer..

"Umm--Not that I can think of.."

"Alright then!Let's drink, throw the party Stark!" Thor announced, he only received glares from the rest..

"No, were not leaving unless we find out what Y/N's working on.." Stark whispers as he lead them away from Y/N's earshot.

"I have a plan Mr. Stark!" Peter pitched in..

"No, I don't want you to get hurt son.." Tony subconsciously called Peter son.. Which he regrets but he had no time for that.

"Di-Did you just call me son?" Peter was in the verge of tears, he finally had a father figure in his life..

"What?!No!I mean---nevermind kid, I need to find out what Y/N's working on!" Tony left but Peter followed him..

"But Dad--i mean Mr. Stark!"

"I love being here!" Thor said earning a praise from the others.. A eerie silence passed by and no one has talked..

"Wanna bet on what Y/N's working on?" Sam broke the deafening silence. All the remaing heroes seemed to agree on Sam's idea..

"Hell yeah!" Clint cheered while crossing his arms.

"Sure, im bored anyways.." Natasha answered while leaning on the wall..

"I bet my 20 dollars, that Y/N's working on a kind of laser end of the world thing.." Clint took out his 20 dollars and showes it to everyone.

"That doesn't make sense.." Natasha countered Clint..

"Well, it does to me.." Clint just rolled his eyes to Natasha

"Fine, I bet 50 bucks that Y/N's working on some kind of serum.." Natasha offered..

"Specify what kind of serum she's making.." Bruce questioned while working something in his phone..

"I don't know Bruce, I don't have fancy diplomats like you do.."

"I bet 10 dollars that Y/N's working on something related to me!" Thor said proudly with a cheeky grin on his face.

"What?That's stupid!" Sam utter.

"Like your plans?" Bucky jokes, making the rest laugh except for Sam..

"Oooh!Sick burn, Buck!" Clint high five Bucky but he was just confused..

"Okay!" Clint said in disappointment.

"Just bet you guys!" Sam was growing impatient.

"I bet that--" Wanda didn't even finish her sentences when Sam cut her off..

"Not you.."

"Why?" She asks..

"You can read minds, I'm not gonna risk my money, Wanda.."

"I don't read people's mind without their permission!" Wanda counteracts.

"You sure?" Vision questioned knowing that his girlfriend was lying..

"Fine!Let's just go and watch Seinfield.." Wanda scoffs and pulled Vision into their share bedroom.

"Alright, call T'Challa and ask him if he wants in.." Clint points at Nat but she mouthed 'no".

"Why not?"

"You're seriously bringing the king of Wakanda into a stupid bet?" Natasha was seriously surrounded by stupid heroes..

"Fine, just call Shuri.." Now Clint has just earned a slap from Black Widow..

"Hey!Why did you do that?!" He shrieks..

"We are not calling anyone!" Natasha lost her patience..

"Scott Lang?" Clint slowly asks..

"No--Maybe.." She gave up, there was nothing keeping Clint from calling their resources.

"Yes!" Clint excitedly leaves to call Scott..

"What about you, Cap?" Sam asks..

"I'm going for a run.." Steve said while almost half way to the door.

"Boooring!" Sam teases, he turns to Bucky..

"What about you Barnes?"

"I bet that this bet is stupid, and I'm going to run with Steve.."

"Geez, what a fun couple.." Natasha mutters, Sam just shrugged it off and focuses on Banner.

"What about you Bruce?"

"Very busy.." Banner answered, not looking up from his phone..

"Alrighty then, so Clint has 20 dollars on lasers, Romanoff's 50 bucks is on a serum, and thor's 10 dollars is on himself? And me!Well I bet 100 dollars that Y/N is working on a weapon to destroy humanity!" Sam recapped quickly..

"Woah, geez Sam.. Not so dark!" Natasha scolds.

"What?I just said she's working on a weapon, I never said she would use it!"

"Still that's so horrid!" Natasha groaned at Sam.. Suddenly Clint was back and he came from one of the vents..

"Hey--I just got off the phone with Scott, he said he bets 10 dollars that Y/N is working on a device that will turn him/herself into a--horse?" Clint explained confused..

"Wait--that's so detailed.." Bruce wondered..

"I know, but hey, easy money!" Clint toss his phone back into his pockets..

"Alright, let's wait on what Stark would be able to find.." Sam announced as they all walk towards Tony's office.

"Your money's mine, Romanoff!" Clint jokes..

"Your wife's mine, Barton.." Natasha smirks and sashay her way to their destination.

"What?" Clint said in a sad tone, he stopped on his tracks as Natasha's word replayed in his mind.

"Let's just find Stark.." Sam pats Clint's back as a sign of comfort, his friend just nod and followed Natasha.

Some of the Avengers were sitting on the living room watching a movie when a loud scream followed by a--

"I HAVE DONE IT!! BWAHAHAHAH!" interrupted them..

Sam came rushing out of his room with a bathrobe covering his body.. There were still soap in his face and hair, he was obviously in a hurry.

"Did you guys hear that?!" He asks..

"Yepp, sounds like a mad scientist to me.." Natasha answered while the others try to focus on the tv.

"LOL, yeah.." Steve was trying on some slangs he heard from Peter and Y/N.. But when he said that, they only gave him weird stares.

"Cap, that's very weird.." Sam whispered to the super soldier.

"I agree.." Bucky agreed.

"Wh-Why?"

"Just-Just don't.." Natasha didn't want to explain that it was weird seeing a fossil say slangs.. Steve was just heartbroken, he tried to fit in but that seems impossible.

"Anyways, Stark said he found something.." Wanda change the topic of their conversation.. They all gave her a thank you look.

"Alright!" Tony's voice boomed out throughout the whole place, he walked up to them..

"Hello, everyone.. No need for applause, I just find out what Y/N was inventing!"

"Yes!Wooh!" They all cheer as they ready their money.. The tension was on just like when Tony and Steve had a petty fight.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, can you please tell Y/N to come to the living room." Tony said to his A.I .

"Calling Y/N, sir.."

"Y/N is coming, sir.."

They all seem giddy and excited to what Stark found, the money in their hands was getting hot as the seconds pass.. Y/N walked in, s/he was covered in hair, it kinda looks like it belonged to an animal..

"Make it fast, Stark..I'm a busy person.." Y/N's voice pulled everyone out of their minds and back to the current situation.

"I just found out what your working on.." Tony blurts out, it made Y/N gasps..

"Wh-What?!How dare you?!"

"And to settle all the bets, I will announce it to everyone.." Tony continue, this was the cherry on top of Y/N's anger..

"You bitch!"

"Languange!" Steve was already wired to say that everytime he hears a profanity but this was obviously not a good time.

"Shut up, Capsicle!" Y/N and Tony both shushed him, he flops back down to his seat..

"Don't you dare disobey me, Stark!"

"Y/N has been working on a device that will turn her into a horse!" Y/N gasps, she felt her heart dropped on the floor..

"Peter is Stark's true son!" Y/N blurted out due to panic in his/her mind..

"What?!" The rest shout at the same time, they were confused on what's going on..

"Peter is not my son, but Y/N is building a device that will turn her/himself into a horse.." Tony explained making everyone calm down a little..

"So, Scott won?" Clint asks dumbfounded, he just lost his money.

"No!This bet is stupid anyways!No one won, this bet is cancelled!" Sam shouts, he just bet a hundred dollars and he was so sure that Y/N was creating a machine to destroy humanity.

"I told you this bet is stupid.." Bucky whisper shouts to Sam but he didn't listen and just gave Bucky the finger..

"I think, I think the bigger issue is Y/N's weird---fondness on horses.." Vision stated..

"Ugh!" Y/N glared at all of them..

"This is your fault Stark!I would kill you if I didn't love Morgan!"

"Do it then!" Stark taunts causing everyone to try and calm the situation down.

"Woah, woah calm down.." Bucky intervenes..

"Y/N what's with this horse thing?" Steve asks causing Y/N to blush and back down.

"Ha ha!Petty humans.." Thor was standing from a far spot away from the rest and just watching with popcorn in hand.

"Well.." Y/N muttered..

"Explain.." Natasha ordered.

"Fine, but first.." Y/N oblied, ,s/he had a soft spot for Natasha due to their one similarity.. And that's to piss off Stark..

"Is Loki here?" Y/N asks in a hush tone.

"No, he's still sleeping.." Wanda answered.. This answer made Y/N relax, s/he sits down on one of the chairs..

"Now tell us everything!" Natasha barks.

"Alright!"

"This information that I'm about to tell you is very confidential, if I find out that this gets to Loki I would kill every one of you.." Y/N threatens causing some of them to be scared.. Y/N was a brutal killer, and s/he was even worse than the Winter Soldier .

"S-Sure.." They all stutter, obviously scared of what information Y/N was about to drop..

"I was reading a book about Norse mythology, and stumble upon a story about.." Y/N couldn't bring herself to say the rest..

"About what?" Sam asks curiously..

"About Loki and a horse.." Y/N finally utters..

"What's with loki and a horse?" Steve questioned..

"He--Umm, I can't do it!" Y/N panicked and broke down..

"Ugh, I'll take matter on my own hands.." Tony said, earning a little applause from the rest of the Avengers.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, search and read the story about Loki and the horse?" Tony was unsure that this even exist..

"Oh god.." Thor whispers under his breath as it daunts to him, slowly backing away from everyone..

"Sleipnir was the eight-legged horse born of Loki, and belonged to Odin. Loki gave birth to Sleipnir after turning himself into a female horse when his father demanded he sabotage the work of a craftsman from being able to complete the fortification of Asgard in one season.." The A.I read the information it got.. They all seem dumbfounded, Y/N seems embarrassed and was shifting weight to every part of her body.. Thor was just shaking his head in disappointment..

"WHAT THE FRACK Y/N?!" Natasha questions..

"DID YOU DO ALL OF THE HORSE THING TO HAVE SEX WITH LOKI?!" Wanda asked..

"No!I was just curious if--umm he was attracted to horse.."

"Why not just buy a horse?!" Sam asks.

"Because--"

"That's just a myth Y/n!" Bucky shouts at Y/N..

"And how do you know that?!"

"God, just ask Loki out the normal human way!" Clint utters as he hide his face in disappoint.

"Bu--"

"No buts, you're banned from my lab.." Tony cut Y/N off..

"Why?!" This causes outrage to Y/N..

"You were doing weird things in there!"

"That's unreasonable!You have sex there with Pepper and you don't see me bitching about that!" Y/N blurted out, the rest suddenly felt weird and just gave each other looks.

"How the hell do you know about that?" Tony questioned..

"Well Pepetony, if you two would have sex make sure no one's around to see it!"

"Shut up!You're grounded!" Tony was mad, he didn't knew that someone knows about that..

"You're not my dad!" Y/N answered..

"But I'm in charge!"

"Of the bills?Yeah!But Steve is really the one in charge, right Cap?" Y/N looked over to Steve but he panics and stands up fast.

"Uhh--I'm going for a walk!" Steve excused and walked away from this uncomfortable moment.

"Me too!" Some utters as they follow Steve..

"We're all coming!" Natasha announced, walking away she follows everyone outside..

"BYE TONY!" Sam shouts..

"I'm coming too!" Y/N was walking when s/he was stopped by Tony..

"Nope!"

"Son of a gun!"

"I'm also taking you to a therapist.." He announced, but Y/N gave up, s/he was tired and need to rest..

"Ugh, whatever..Imma throw out my horse convertible.."

"That's a stupid name.." Tony mutters..

"Not as stupid as yours.."

"I'm giving you back to Strange.."

"I rather live with Voldemort.." Y/N answered as s/he rolls his/her eyes..

"Ehh, he is weird.." Tony commented..

"Tell me about it, you know his cloak?" Y/N was suddenly intrigued by talking dirt behind Stephen's back but s/he knows that Strange already knows that this is happening..

"Yeah.." Tony answered unsure of what Y/N was pointing out

"He doesn't wash it.."

"That's disgusting!" Tony gasped and shakes his head..

"I KNOW!"

Loki was sitting from the surveillance room, watching it all happen with a scared Bruce on his side..

"Are--Are they always like this?" He asks..

"Yeah.." Bruce answered, obviously terrified of Loki..

"Fascinating.." Loki said as he relax more into the chair and played with his dagger.. To Bruce, this scared him but he knew that Loki was change.. He was just baffled by his obsession with daggers and how his eyes are always dark.. But he still can't believe that Y/N 's working on a device that will turn her/him to a horse..

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chalkboardgirl15 · 4 years

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-Read the signs-

Scott (Daisy) x Female reader

Spooky Kids era

Synopsis: In the middle of summer, you and your friends are trapped in your hometown and spend time hanging out or terrorizing your neighborhood. One of so many days of mischief ends differently than the others when you and Scott discover that you both have felt the same attraction to each other for all this time.

Tags: @antichrist-super-stoned

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It's almost 5pm. You get to your friend Brian's house and park your car in the driveway, you can see his mother, Barbara, hanging out the washing. You get down of your car and walk towards her.

-Hi, Mrs. Warner

-Oh, hello (y / n). How are you, darling?- She says with a tender voice

-I'm fine thanks. Is Brian home?

-Oh yes. He is in his room with Scott, you can go in

-Thanks- you answer with a smile and head inside.

As you were passing the living room you could see Mr. Warner sitting on his couch, watching TV. You try to sneak to the stairs and run up to Brian's room, you know Mr. Warner's dirty jokes very well and you don't want to give him a chance to start one. So you walk really slowly, passing behind his old couch

-(y/n)!- He screams with a joyful voice (but almost fake, for some reason).

-Fuck, how does he do that?- you say under your breath -Um, Hi, Mr. Warner. I came to see Brian

-Why don't you come and sit here with me? Those boys surely are just fooling around up there

-Well I better go stop them- You say with a nervous tone and rush up the stairs

You walk towards Brian's room, and since you know Scott is also there, you fix your hair on one of the mirrors hanging on the wall.

You stand at the door of the room, Scott is sitting on a chair and in front of him he has his 4-track recorder that his parents gave him on his birthday, Brian is sitting on his bed and holds a small microphone between his hands; they are both laughing as Brian sings a kind of rap that talks about tuna sandwiches and a girl with hairy legs.

-What the fuck are you guys doing? - You say with a laugh.

Scott looks at you and controlling his laughter he puts his finger across his lips -Shh- Brian continues with the song but he can’t contain himself and bursts out laughing.

Scott stops recording.

-I’m sorry, man. I couldn’t handle it - Brian says, trying to recover his breath

-Don’t worry, it’s a good start. But we have to record the full version someday

You walk into the room and drop onto the bed, right next to Brian

-Your father was right about you two just fooling around- you say with a sigh

-Fooling around?! We were just recording our first complete song!- Scott is offended by your words

-No, she’s right.- Brian slides down onto the bed and sighs as he puts his hands over his face -This summer sucks!- he growls

-Sucks more than the weekend at my grandma’s- you giggle

-Oh, don’t remind me about that, a whole weekend looking only at Scott's face. At least when you are here we can pretend we are not looking at your tits

-Well I’m sorry for not having tits to entertain you with- Scott responds

-Yeah, you should be

-Scott with tits. I would pay to see that- you and Brian snort a laugh and Scott rolls his eyes at you, then he proceeds to unplug his recorder.

You stare at him as he gets down on one knee and tucks the wires into his bag, admiring his brown hair and round glasses. You've had a crush on him for quite some time now, and it seems to be getting stronger, but for some reason it's very difficult for you to approach him in any way other than joking. Not so with Brian, with whom you have spent some very intimate evenings, you find him attractive and the sex is incredible, but Scott has something different, he is not like the others and you love that.

Suddenly Mrs. Warner steps at the door of the room, holding her purse in her hands.

-Brian, darling, your father and I are going to run some errands. There's cereal in the pantry, be good kids

-Mom, I'm twenty- says Brian with an annoyed face

-Be a good twenty-year-old, then. I'll see y'all later- she kisses her hand waves it.

Brian stands off of the bed quickly.

-Man, I can't believe my parents leave the house more than us, it's fucking summer, we should be doing more than just staring at the wall

-We can watch tv, I think they were going to broadcast "the exorcist"- you propose

- "The exorcist" and a bowl of cereal seem like a good plan- says Scott excitedly

-But we can watch "the exorcist" and eat junk every other day. I want to do something different or I'm going to go crazy- Brian puts his hands to his head

-Then tell us your summer plan, Warner

-And I hope it's better than eating cereal or I'm going to be very pissed- Scott warns

-Ehrm, I don’t know. I can't think when I'm locked up here.

-Let's go outside then, I have the car- you show him your keys

-There we would have started, woman. Were you waiting for me to pull out my hair to tell me you have the car?

-You guys always tell me that my car is trash!

- (y / n), I am so desperate that right now your old car seems to me like the most wonderful vehicle in the world!

-Could it have nothing to do with the fact that you are not allowed to drive because you don't have a license and that my parents no longer lend me the car after I spent the night in jail for drunk driving?

-No, Scott. It has nothing to do with it. Now please shut up.- You and Scott look at eachother and laugh. He has such a beautiful smile and is not afraid to show it, he does not try to act tough like others,

-Okay, let's go then- you say as you get up from the bed

-Yes, finally some fresh air- Brian says raising his arms and going out the door

-Come on, Scott- you invite him with a smile

-I’m after you, sweetheart- you feel his words as heavy as his voice, chills run through your body and you turn your face trying not to blush

-Hurry up!- Brian shouts from outside the house

You three get in the car. Brian takes the whole back seat for himself as usual, leaving Scott with the only option of going in the passenger seat. You always said you prefer it that way because, unlike Brian, Scott is quiet and doesn't distract you while driving, but the truth is that you like having him a few inches from you in that bench seat.

You drove around the neighborhood for about half an hour, while Brian looked out the back window like a little boy pointing at things and people, and Scott hummed and tapped on his thighs to the tune of the songs on the radio like "love me two times" by The doors.

You try not to be very obvious while you turn to see him and when he realizes he just smiles at you and keeps singing. Hell, that smile could make you crash in a second.

But that's not what makes you slam on the brakes.

-Stop! - Brian shouts from the back seat -I know what we gonna do- he says with a huge smile on his face as he points to the street name sign.

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-”Baked st”? - You say with a confused look.

The three of you are standing in front of the sign Brian pointed out.

-Yeah! It's amazing, it would look great in my room!- says Brian

-Woah, are you suggesting we steal it? - Scott doesn't seem convinced by the idea.

-Yes! It's exactly what I'm suggesting

-That doesn't sound very legal, man.

-Yeah, Brian, there's still a lot of light, someone could see us- you point out

-Thank you, (y / n) - Scott is relieved that you're on his side

-You'll be the lookout, Scott- you say as you pat him on the shoulder

-What?!

You and Brian laugh and bump fists.

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-We're gonna get caught. We're gonna get caught and we will be arrested. I will spend another night in jail. We should have stayed to eat cereal and watch tv- Scott mutters in a nervous voice from inside your car. He is sitting behind the wheel with the engine running, prepared to be the escape driver.

-Do you want to shut up? No one will catch us if you do your job as a lookout

-I always end up in trouble when I'm with you, Warner!

-Calm down, will you? Smoke a cigarette or something

-No! Not smoking in my car - you shout in a demanding voice -Calm down, Scott, nothing will happen

Brian kneels and you climb on his shoulders, so when he stands up you are at the exact height of the sign and you can remove it with the help of a screwdriver that you had in the trunk of your car.

-Brian, stay still, if you drop me I'll kill you

-Sorry, but the last time I carried you on my shoulders was that night when you forgot your keys and ended up with your dog biting my balls

-Haha! That's his way of saying he loves you!

-Whatever it was, since that day I can't stand being near a dog

-Don't be a crybaby ... oh, is that a doberman?

-Oh shit, where?! - Brian staggers with fear

You laugh out loud.

-That´s not funny!

-It was for me!- you're almost tearing with laughter

Scott rolls his eyes and sighs -Can you hurry? If you guys don't get in the car on time I won't mind leaving you behind

-But it's my car!

-Well ... maybe I'll wait for you- he gives you a small smile

- * cough * Get a room

-Shut up, Brian, or I'll drop this on your huge head

-Guys, I think someone’s coming ...- says Scott worried

-Calm down, I'm almost done, there's one last screw left- you say without taking much importance

-Oh oh, cop car. Guys, cop car!- Scott shouts through the window

-What?! - Brian screams

-GET-IN-THE-CAR!

-Done!- You say with a smile of triumph and almost fall when Brian takes you off of his shoulders.

You both rush to get into the car and Scott speeds in the opposite direction to the cops

Brian, as always in the back seat, looks through the window to make sure you were not seen and are not being followed, then he collapses into the seat and bursts out laughing.

You and Scott look into each other's eyes and laugh a little, then join Brian in his loud laugh.

-That was incredible, I think I peed in my pants- says Brian trying to catch his breath

-You almost threw me, man! - You shout from the passenger seat

- I'm sorry, I panicked!

-Scott, are you okay? Your hands are shaking- you ask

-I'm fine. I'm fine, don't worry- Scott can't erase from his face the big smile that has appeared as a result of the feeling of being almost caught.

You stare at him and you feel your heart pumping like crazy and you're not quite sure it's still due to the thrill of your successful robbery.

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The sun has already set, it is still a warm summer night. You drive through the neighborhood with the windows down letting in the cool wind, and with stupid smiles of satisfaction on your faces, without saying a word.

You go back to Brian's house and see his parents' car at the entrance.

"Shit, they're back," says Brian, rushing to open the car door and close it behind him, he leans against the driver's window to look at you both.

-Come tomorrow and you will see this beauty hanging on the wall of my room. - He says holding the sign and then he enters his house, leaving you alone in the car with Scott.

There is an awkward silence for a few seconds after Brian is gone.

-Well, I think I should go home now- Scott puts his hand on the door handle, turns to you and looks at you over his glasses -It was a great afternoon, it wouldn't have been if you hadn't appeared- He gives you a last half smile -Well, good night (y/n), hope to see you tomorrow- he opens the door

-No, wait ... let me take you home

-Do you want to take me home?

-Of course, I'll let you drive - you say tapping the steering wheel

-You've convinced me!

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You really enjoy the drive to Scott's house, he just keeps making you laugh by telling you the story of the night he was arrested, making silly voices as he impersonates the cops who pulled him over.

And he takes advantage of the moment to do some other imitations of people you know, and cartoon characters. You just can't stop laughing.

When you are close to getting to Scott's house, he stops the car near an alley.

-I will stop here so my parents don't see us, if they find out that I've been driving they will kill me

-Oh yeah, no problem. That way you could also stay for a while to chat- you are really enjoying his company and you don't want to stop being by his side

-I guess I can, it's not my bedtime yet- You both laugh

-You're so funny

-"Oh, thank you, I appreciate it" -he says faking his voice like a talk show host, and you laugh again.

-Really, why have we never had these talks?

-What do you mean?

-Yes, you and I, we have never hang out together, why is that?

-Are you serious? I think the reason is pretty obvious

-It’s not so obvious for me. Why don’t you tell me?

-Well, it's because whenever we go out, I'm the first to be back home, whether you drop me or I leave so that you can, I don't know, take care of any "matter" you have

-What? What are you talking about? - You look at Scott with a confused expression

-Come on, you know what I'm talking about ... don't make me say it- he rolls his eyes and you look at him without being completely sure what he means

-You mean...?

-Um, yeah- he says raising his eyebrows. You drop your jaw

-He told you about that?!

-Of course he told me- he sighs with annoyance- you already know him

-When-when did he tell you?

-The weekend you were at your grandma's house ... I would like to say that he brought it up for conversation because he was bored and wanted us to talk about something but I know he likes to brag about those things

-I'm going to kill him- you say clenching your teeth

-No... I mean, you don’t have to, there’s no reason for you two to hide those things from me, if you feel something for each other, I..-

-What? I don’t feel anything for Brian! It was just sex…

-”Just sex”? what does that even mean?- he chuckles and you cover your face with your hands

-I mean… Well, he’s attractive but he can also be a total asshole. And we had sex a couple of times but it’s not like… I don’t like him and I totally don’t “love” him

-It´s ok, I was just saying that if you were trying to have some kind of relationship… I'm ok with that

-Well you don’t need to ‘cause there’s no “relationship” nor will be. I only had sex with him because, well there aren't many guys available, you know? And apparently I'm too bad at letting the boys that I like know that ... I like them

-Really?- he arches his eyebrows

-Yeah, believe it or not- You say with sarcasm

-Well I think any guy you send a hint that you like him and if he doesn't get it then he's an idiot and you shouldn't be wasting your time with him

You snort a laugh

-You think that?

-Totally. Of course.

You look at him and laugh

-What? What’s so funny?

-No, nothing- you stop laughing and look down, trying to avoid his gaze

-Really? Come on, we already discussed your stumbling with Brian, that is surely the most embarrassing thing in your life, and now you are going to hide something from me and tell me that it's "nothing"? Come on, tell Dr. Love here

-Oh my god, don't call yourself Dr. Love! - You burst out laughing as you cover your face with your hands

-Ok, I will not. But come on, you were the one who wanted us to talk, now talk- he bumps your shoulder

You take a long breath

-Is just that… I really don’t know how to tell you this. I got into this by myself and now I don't know how to get out- you laugh nervously

-You are scaring me. I'm not gonna let you drive me home again…

-It's that, when I was talking about the guys I like, I was ... really ... talking about you ...

Scott stares at you and is silent for a few seconds.

-I’m sorry, what?

You laugh again and avoid his gaze

- (y / n) I need you to repeat that, I think I did not hear you well

You raise your head and look at him with your eyes tearing a little

-I was talking about you, Scott. You are the guy that I like

Scott leans back and readjusts himself on the seat

-Wow, I wasn't expecting that

-Yeah, well …

You both remain silent, trying to assimilate what just happened. After a few seconds Scott takes a long breath, opens his mouth but he has trouble organizing his thoughts

-(y/n)? Can I...Can I ask you something?

-Yeah, of course

-And it’s ok if you don’t want to answer, I understand

-Okay…

-You say you like me ... but if that's the case, why have you been sleeping with Brian?

You sigh heavily

-Well, Scott, it's quite simple really. You see, it's because you are you, and I, well, I am me ...

-I'm not sure I understand that

-You're an amazing boy, Scott. You are kind, you are talented, you are intelligent, you are very funny without having to make fun of others

-And is that a bad thing?

-No! It is not at all!

-So? I don't understand

-It's that you're VERY good, Scott. So good that you deserve someone just as good as you ...

- Seriously?

-Seriously. And I deserve guys like Brian, I don't mean Brian is a bad guy but hey, you said it yourself, "we know how he is"

He throws his head back, looking at the roof of the car

-I guess I'm screwed, then ...

- Why do you say that?

He turns his head towards you, still leaning on the seat

-Because (y / n), during all this time, I have only been attracted to a one-single-girl

You notice his hand moving along the seat, getting closer and closer to yours. You can already feel it with the tips of your fingers, it's like an electric shock that runs through your entire arm. You look up and he's looking you in the eye.

-And that girl is you.

You feel your face turning completely red, your heart is racing, you are short of breath.

Time seems to move so slow.

-I think I'm having a heart attack- you say under your breath

- (y / n) Are you okay? - He gets closer and sits right next to you, his knee touches yours and he puts his hand on your shoulder. You have your eyes on the ground and your hair covers your face -I shouldn't have told you all that, I'm sorry-

He leans in front of you and brushes your hair from your face with his fingers -It's just that we were being so sincere that I thought ... I don't know what I thought, I let myself go. Please look at me-.

You feel your body vibrating, trembling. The rhythm of your heart has not calmed down. And your mind is spinning.

You can see Scott's face out of the corner of your eye. You have never been so close, and you don’t know if this will be the only time. Your only chance.

- "Fuck it" - you say in your mind and raise your head. You both look into each other's eyes for a few seconds, you lean towards him and slowly seek his lips with yours. He doesn't move or say a word, just closes his eyes and receives the pleasing touch of your mouth.

His lips are so soft and sweet. Almost unreal.

Kissing him feels like an explosion inside your head, you can almost see the flashes.

You take him by the back of his neck to bring him closer to you, you don't want a single space between your lips. He responds by putting his hand on your thigh, gently grabbing you, like trying to convince himself that you really are there.

The kiss begins to get more intense, you gently suck on his lips a little and you can feel the tip of his tongue touching you, but you know he is too shy to dare to do it. So you go and gently insert your tongue between his lips as you grab him by his shirt. He lets out a slight moan and reaches up to grab you firmly by the hip.

The feel of his hand grasping you feels so good that you tilt your head back and bite your lip. Scott can't take his gaze off of you, his breathing is fast, with his hand still on your hip, he pulls you towards him and makes you end up sitting on his lap.

You look him in the eye, he puts both hands on your hips and you give him a devilish smile to which he responds the same.

You run your hand over his chest. He looks at you with a smile and bites his lip. You lean over him and start kissing his neck, he raises his hands to your waist and his thumbs touch the bottom of your breasts. He moans a little and you pull back. Without taking your eyes off his, you take your hands to the end of your shirt and take it off. He stares, wordlessly, at your body, one of his hands goes up your belly and stops before touching your bra. He sees you again in the eyes and licks his lips, more than a look of desire, you can see tenderness on his face.

You put your arms behind your back and untie the clasp of the bra, gently lower the straps of each of your arms and drop it. He takes a deep breath and you bend down to kiss him again, pressing your lips firmly against his.

He moves his hands forward slowly, his fingertips running up your bare back giving you chills and making you shiver, and that's where he tucks his tongue into your mouth and gently grips your breast with one of his hands.

You moan and you can feel the warmth between his legs, so you bring one of your hands to his waist, raise his shirt with your index finger, and play a little with his belt before you unbuckle it. He rushes in and helps you take his pants down to his knees. You bite your lip and run one hand over his underwear. He is hard.

You start moving your hand up and down over his clothing. He lets out a groan, closes his eyes, and tilts his head back.You give him a sloppy kiss while still stroking him. Scott puts his hand on your lower back while moaning. You stop kissing him and pull back.

-You want me to…?- You say as you put your hands over the buttons of your trousers

-Please…- he says under his breath

You start unbuttoning them and he pulls them down, leaving you only in your panties.

He runs the tip of his index through the line of cloth that passes just below your belly, you take his entire hand and lead him inside.

He gasps, he feels a little scared but much more curious to feel your body, so he works his way down with his fingers and touches you gently. You groan and start to feel more and more wet as his fingers get inside of you, you can't control it. You start pulling down his underwear and he takes his hands off of you. You take his bulge with your hand and stroke it making him close his eyes again. You take off your panties and get closer to him, sitting on his lap. He puts his arms around you, down your lower back, and kisses you.

-I guess today we will only do illegal things

-Does that bothers you?- you answer with a seductive voice

-Not at all- he smirks

You bring one of your hands behind you and between your legs, take hiss length with your fingers, positioning it just below you and slowly insert it into yourself. You push your hips down to get him fully inside.

You both moan loudly with pleasure. Scott has a huge smile drawn on his face. You put your hands on his shoulders and start moving your hips up and down, you can feel how he tightens you with his arms and he starts to thrust himself against you, faster and with more force than you were doing. You squeeze his shoulders and dig your nails into them a little. His body slams against yours, you can feel him getting out completely and back in with ease. Your legs start shaking, you can feel that you are very close, you don't want this moment to end but you are about to, so you kiss him one last time and feel his deep breathing on your lips. You arch your back and press your lips together tightly to contain your loud moan of exasperation. Scott growls and you feel a wetness running down your thigh.

You drop your body onto Scott's. Your head rests on his shoulder and he lovingly caresses your back. He looks at you and approaches to give you a tender kiss, at the end of which he smiles.

You remain silent for a while, for the moment you do not have much to say, the contact of your bodies shows your feelings.

Scott puts his hand on your head and brushes your hair from your face.

-You know? I feel very lucky today- he says

-Yes?

-Totally. I did a lot of things today that I never imagined ... like running away from the police

You laugh a little

-No, seriously, I feel very lucky, and I don't want to abuse that fortune, but if I don't do this I think I won't be able to forgive myself

-What happens?

- (y / n) Would you go out with me someday?

You blush and hide your face on his shoulder

-Of course I will go out with you

#Daisy Berkowitz #Scott Putesky #fanfiction #Daisy Berkowitz x reader #Daisy Berkowitz fic #marilyn manson and the spooky kids #oneshot

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Star Wars 101 (Ch. 2) Episode IV - A New Hope

Masterlist

Gender: Female

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Wow, I didn't realize how much I'd written until I hit the tumblr limit. Hope you like it! Comment your thoughts!

Chapter Summary: Steve just wants to do his job, the avengers are the best wingmen, Scott doesn't like porn, and [y/n] thinks all nerds are freaky

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sci-fi boi: okay which cartoon rivalry was better?? Popeye the sailor man and Bluto or Tom and Jerry?

crackhead [y/n]: dude.

crackhead [y/n]: how is that even a question??? Obviously Tom and Jerry lol

sci-fi boi: explanation pls

crackhead [y/n]: popeye and bluto were always fighting over that girl olive and some other stupid crap but with my two furry buddies it was no talk pete no discussions just murder attempts ON SIGHT. Tell me they don't go harder than any other rivalry

sci-fi boi: haha truuuu

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"Are we boring you, Queens?"

Peter's head snapped up quickly, discreetly turning his phone off underneath the meeting table. "Um-huh? No no no, Mr. Rogers I'm listening. Sorry."

Steve shook his head and continued to speak as he pointed to the pictures on the screen at the end of the room. All of the Avengers of Earth were there, some half asleep, while the others either joked or listened intently.

In two short days, they were going to be taking back powerful tech that Martin Li(aka: Mr. Negative)'s "demons" had stolen from Stark Industries. A simple "get in and get out".

They'd known this plan for some days now, yet Steve insisted on calling meetings to go over it again and again.

Feeling a quick vibration go off in his hand, Peter instinctively looked back down at his phone to see a snapchat text notification from you.

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crackhead [y/n]: According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible🐝...

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Peter shook his head slightly as he chuckled, a smile shamelessly creeping onto his face.

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sci-fi boi: did you really just quote the bee movie at me???😂😂

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"Hey spidey-boy, would you mind sharing to the class what's so hilarious?" Rhodey's voice rang out loud and clear from across the table.

Quick as lightning, Peter turned his phone off and buried it in between his thighs, realizing that he hadn't been as quiet as he'd thought. To his luck, everyone’s eyes were trained on him now.

“It's n-nothing!” Peter squeaked, his voice breaking embarassingly. He shoved his phone into his pocket in fear of someone snatching it from him.

Natasha rolled her eyes and smirked. "So what're you looking at down there?"

"I-i, uh, I was just um, w-watching a funny- very funny video actually-"

"C'mon guys!," Sam laughed, clapping his hands together. "Don't tease the kid. We all know what he was smiling at down there!"

At that, Peter practically choked. "WHAT?!"

Tony snickered. "Personally, I don't think two inches is something to be proud of, but alright."

Peter's eyes widen, nearly falling out of his skull by the looks of it. "I-it's not two inches a-and I wasn't looking at-!"

"Jesus christ, guys..." Bruce sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "He was obviously just doing something on his phone. Leave the poor guy alone."

Peter coughed as he saw Steve glare at him with that infamous 'Im Captain America and Im judging you' glare. Phones weren't allowed in the meeting room. Well, they weren't supposed to be. No one ever really followed that rule except Peter. But he'd already been so deep in his conversation with you that he just couldn't put his phone down. "No no, um, I wasn't.. I was just zoning out, y'know, and I just happened to be looking-"

"-at your phone?," Steve cut in to ask.

"-at your dick," Rhodey stated at the same time.

"-at porn," Tony said with an all-knowing smile, causing everyone at the table to turn towards either him or Peter, whose face was beet red with embarrassment.

"Peter please tell us you weren't watching porn," Scott begged, his jaw completely dropped. "I mean, no judgment but-"

"Full judgement, actually," Clint corrected, an extremely disturbed look on his face. "Seriously, what were you doing, kid? You gotta tell us now with all these assumptions being thrown around."

"Curious," Thor stated, leaning back in his chair. "What is porn?"

"Something that I definitely WAS NOT watching!," Peter responded as he practically slammed his face into the table and slapped his hands over his eyes. "Does it even matter what I was doing anyway?," he mumbled into the table.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, blowing the smoke off of her coffee. "People usually aren't this defensive when they're telling the truth, Peter."

Peter shrunk into his seat with a loud groan. Can I die. Can I please just die. Like why am I seriously even alive right now??? Some bad guy please just burst through the door and maim me please.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. pull up Parker's phone," Tony commanded once the commotion in the room died down.

Peter quickly lifted his head. "Wait, what?!"

"Accessing Peter Parker's mobile device, sir," F.R.I.D.A.Y. responded. "Would you like for me to transfer the screen to the meeting board?"

Tony looked back with a laugh to see a frozen, slack-jawed Peter. He turned back around. "Yeah sure, F.R.I.D.A.Y., what the heck let's have fun."

"No wait- are you seriously hacking into my phone right now?!"

"Well why're you so tense, Parker?," Sam asked teasingly. "Thought you had nothing to hide?"

"I-i don't!," he stammered. "I-it's just..." he trailed off, looking for the right words to say. "..that's my private property," he said lamely while staring at the wall.

Tony stared back at him. "Well that's the dumbest excuse I've ever heard." He pointed towards the board. "Alright it's coming up."

Scott closed his eyes. "Oh God, please don't be porn.."

Peter rolled his eyes. Everyone else looked to the large board, fully expecting to see either porn or just some stupid game the boy had been playing.

But none of them expected him to be texting a girl.

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crackhead [y/n]: hey u still there?

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"Who's crackhead [Y/N]?," Natasha asked.

Scott turned to Rhodes who was sitting on the side of him. "Is that some trashy porn star?," he whispered.

"Why're you asking me like I know?"

"It's this girl from school.." Peter answered, blushing profusely.

"And you like her," Natasha noted, watching his body language intently.

The boy's eyes widened. "N-no I don't!"

"Why crackhead though?," Rhodey asked, crinkling his nose.

Peter shrugged. "That's what she wanted her name to be," here responded. "Thought it was funny."

Steve rolled his eyes. "Just like you thought 'sci-fi boi' was funny?" Shaking his head, he changed focused. "Guys, are we gonna get back to work or not?"

"Not," Tony answered as he scrolled up all the way to the beginning of the messages from early that morning. "So, you've been texting this girl today off and on since..." He checked the time. "Five in the morning?"

Clint chuckled. "Oh yeah, huge crush."

“No!” Peter protested, his voice an octave too high. Realizing that it isn’t working, he decided to try a different technique. Clearing his throat, he tried to sound and act as nonchalant as possible. “She’s just a friend from school.”

"She's first on your best friends list, even over that computer kid you practically live with. And you and her practically snap each other nonstop."

Peter scratched his nose. "W-well that's only cuz Ned doesn't like to text much."

Bruce took his glasses off and sighed, realizing there was no way this meeting was getting back on topic. "Look Pete," he said. "Friends don't do that. I've seen it all before. If you and this girl are talking on a daily basis all throughout the day starting at five in the morning?" He titled his head in a suggestive way, though Peter stared back at him blankly.

"What?," Peter asked.

"Oh my God, kid," Bruce sighed.

Tony held his head back and laughed. "It means either she likes you and your just too dense, you like her but won't admit it and she's just concerningly nice, or you both like each other and just won't make your moves!"

Sam, who hadn't lifted his eyes from the board the entire time, spoke up. "And judging by these texts, you already got her, it's just not official yet."

Tony kept scrolling. "You two went to winter formal together?"

"Yeah... but as friends," Peter said with a shrug.

Steve cleared his throat loudly, gaining the attention of everyone in the room at once. He looked at Peter who was doing everything here could not to look him in the eye. "Look, as much as I would love to talk about Peter's sad love life, we have a mission-"

"-that will still be there tomorrow, Cap," Bucky finished for him. "C'mon we've been going over this stuff for hours. Let us have this distraction."

Everyone looked to him, Tony feigning a puppy dog expression. Crossing his arms, he left the room. "Fine, but when someone gets hurt because they didn't know where they were supposed to go, don't blame me."

"...literally no one's ever blaming you, man," Sam said.

Suddenly, the screen lit up and F.R.I.D.A.Y. spoke. "Sir, Peter Parker has a new message."

Everyone looked to the board. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh. Scroll down, Mr. Stark. Scroll down!," Peter yelled frantically. "What's she saying?"

Natasha smirked. "And you're sure you don't like her, Peter?"

His face flushed. "Okay fine...I might have a tiny crush-"

"I'm sorry I can't hear you," Tony cut in. "Can you say that agai-"

"-I SAID YEAH I REALLY LIKE THIS GIRL!," Peter finally yelled with his eyes squeezed shut. He kept them closed for about twenty seconds afterwards, afraid of the judging faces he would see if he opened them.

He carefully opened his eyes to see all of the avengers (minus Cap) staring back at him with stupid smiles and smirks on their faces.

"Well, that's all I needed to hear," Tony said. He clapped his hands together. "Okay everybody, first order of business, checking the text. Sam, you're our reader."

"Got it."

"What?," Peter yelled, reaching for his phone. Tony dodged him and gave it to Sam. "Mr. Stark, I can text a girl on my own. I don't need help."

"Nat, you're our timer. Make sure none of the responses take longer than a minute. We don't want the girl to get bored and go on to something else."

"Check."

"Mr. Stark, c'mon-"

"Sam, you explain stuff to lightning head over here if he doesn't understand it. This could be learning moment for ole Shakespeare. Thor, you listen to Sam."

"Right."

"On it."

"Everyone else, you're with me. We gotta find the perfect thing to say to this girl. I've got a feeling this is probably the only chance he's gonna have to get a girl in a long time."

Rhodes, Scott, Clint, Bruce, and Wanda looked to each other and nodded.

"And Pete?"

Peter raised his head. "Yes sir?"

"You know this girl more than anybody here does, so you tell us if what we say is appropriate for her or not."

Peter rolled his eyes and nodded. After all, what's the worst that can happen?

Tony pointed to Sam. "Okay, read it."

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crackhead [y/n]: u going to flash's party on saturday??

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"She wants to know if the kid's going to some party Saturday."

Tony turned to the boy. "You're going," her demanded.

Flash was the most popular douchebag in school. Totally rich and totally rude and totally determined to use his every breath to spite Peter. "I wasn't even invited," Peter mumbled, shooting a glare towards Sam when he heard him laughing.

"Well get invited," Tony ordered. "A party is the perfect place to make a move. Send yes."

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sci-fi boi: yes

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"Mr. Stark, how am I supposed to get into this party? Flash hates me! And if I crash it and Flash sees me, he's gonna make sure everyone thinks I'm a loser!"

Tony rolled his eyes and sighed. "Peter we're trying to help you here. Figure that part out on your own."

Peter sighed, leaning forward in his chair. The last thing he wanted was another assignment, even if it wasn't actually an assignment. On the plus side, he'd get to see you, and maybe have some fun if he actually tried to enjoy himself.

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crackhead [y/n]: cool so i guess ill go too

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Rhodey chuckled while shaking his head. "Kid, if you don't ask this chick out the second you see her again, I'm gonna bodyslam you."

Peter frowned. "What do you mean?"

Bruce smiled. "Whether or not she went to the party was depending on if you were going," he pointed out.

"This girl used to be like that with me back in college," Scott said with a shrug. "Thought she liked me. Turned out she just had social anxiety..."

"Yeah you're really not helping this, bugman," Tony said.

"Wait, you guys think [Y/N] actually likes me back?," Peter asked, getting groans and laughs in return.

"Where have you been the last few minutes?," Natasha said.

"We've literally been saying that this entire time," Sam deadpanned.

Peter stared at his feet below the table. If the team was right, and you did actually like him back, then the movie marathon he was planning was the perfect excuse to hang out with you. "I-i think I might have a plan!," he rushed out, his head flying up. He pointed to Sam. "Ask her if she's free tonight!"

"Yes!," Thor yelled, his fists pumped into the air. "The spider child has grown his man balls!"

"Now that's what I'm talking about." Sam nodded approvingly as he texted.

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sci-fi: r u free tonight??😉

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"Wait hold on," Peter said, suddenly rushing towards the phone in a frantic manner. "Why is there a winking emoji?! I didn't say anything about a winking emoji!"

Sam raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were flirti-"

Peter groaned. "Delete it, man. Delete it before her bitmoji pops up!"

"Okay okay, dang kid," Sam chuckled, quickly deleting the text and replacing it with one without a winking emoji. "There. And ya girl didn't even see it."

"Hey guys," Scott said. "I know we're all freaking out and stuff. But honestly, I'm just glad he wasn't watching porn." He shrugged. "So no matter what happens with this girl, today's still an absolute win."

It went on like this for a solid thirty minutes.

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crackhead [y/n]: yeah wassup

sci-fi boi: wanna come over and watch movies?

crackhead [y/n]: sure what're we watching

sci-fi boi: we can decide that when u get here. how about 4??

crackhead [y/n]: alright sure

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"Okay, last thing," Tony said. "We need a sly compliment. Something not that special about her, but enough to show her that you're tuned in. Gets them every time, trust me."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Wow, lady-killer."

Tony pointed towards her and shrugged. "She said it, not me."

Thor looked to Peter. "So, young spider. What have you observed about your darling love?"

Peter blushed, almost wanting to comment on the Thor's word choice but ultimately deciding not to. "Well, um, her eyes light up a lot when she gets excited and it's really dorky in a cute kind of way I guess," he mumbled, scratching his head.

"Alright I got it," Sam said, typing the words in. He lifted his shoulders into a shrug. "Who knows, kid? There be some hope for you."

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sci-fi boi: btw how do you get ur eyes to sparkle so bright when u get happy about stuff? Just thinking about it lol its cute

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Peter blew out a shaky breath as he looked back over the set-up he'd made in the living room.

He'd cleared out space to build a super huge homemade blanket fort and inside it at the end was his tv. Towards the middle were all of pillows he could find inside the house and at the other end were snacks. All around the inside were fairy lights because he knew you liked them, though personally he found them cliche.

He spent about an hour on the whole set and an additional thirty minutes stressing over and making sure everything was safe (with all three fairy lights and tv cords). The last thing he needed was for the both of you to catch on fire while watching the movie.

The two of you were going to be watching Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope (or as normal 'not-nerds' like to call it, "the first one"). Of course, he hadn't told the team that. If they'd known what movie he'd planned on showing her, high chances are they wouldn't have even let him out of Avengers tower. But if Peter was gonna be forced to hang out with someone (not that he was really complaining), he would at least pick the film.

Finally checking all the boxes in his head for the night, Peter went to go check the DVD before he heard your knock at the door.

"Coming!," he yelled, quickly chucking the disc into the DVD player. He ran to the door and opened it with an awkward smile. "Uh, hey [Y/N]."

"Hey," you said back, already sort of blushing. "How's it going?"

Peter stared. Are your eyebrows done or are they just naturally that nice? He found his voice after abruptly noticing that he was staring. "Uh-well. It's been going great! How's it going for y-you also as well?" He frowned. "I-i mean, what's been going on with your life lately? No, that's dumb. I meant-"

"Peter, Peter! Calm down, dude," you giggled. "I've been fine."

"Oh," he chuckled. "That's good... d-do you wanna come in?"

"Question. What're we watching, Peter?," you asked, a smile playing on your face. Considering what you remembered from the last time you were at his house, and the fort you could get a peek of from the doorframe, you figured it was special for the nerdy boy. Plus his shirt had Yoda on it.

Freakin' Star Wars.

Immediately, a wide grin spread across his face. "Remember what you promised me we'd watch?"

You rolled your eyes, stepping past him into his living room. "Yeah yeah, whatever. Time to get nerdy I guess."

"Come on, you'll love it,"Peter said, quickly closing the door behind them and then briskly running towards the fort to hold up the side blankets for you. "So, snacks and drinks are beside us. We'll chill on these blankets here. And...um, yeah. That's about it." After stepping outside for a bit to go turn off the lights(for the full "movie theater" experience), Peter laid down on his belly, reaching for the DVD player to press play.

You watched as he fumbled with the wires, making sure the DVD player was plugged in before turning it on. Has your jawline always been that sharp?

You couldn't quite place it, but his texts from before seemed.. weird. But not a bad weird at all. A good, intriguing weird.

And that compliment was pretty nice, but odd for Peter. Sure, he complimented you often, but it just felt different this time. Usually it'd be something like, "new dress?" or "nice shoes". But never "you're eyes sparkle when you get excited." Heck, you didn't even know that about you. Was he paying attention? Did that mean he-

You remember how he acted about Liz Allen and Michelle Jones. Always staring. Never able to even say a full sentence in front of them without stuttering up a storm.

But he was so comfortable about you for the most part. You were just a friend.

"Okay got it," Peter said, laughing excitedly as the screen in front of him lit up. He scooted back to where you were sat. "Prepare to have your mind blown."

The Fort quickly became dark as the Lucasfilm logo shined on the screen.

"I seriously dou-"

"Shhh!," he cut you off. "Wait for it..."

You gave him a look but joined him in his silence to see what he was waiting for.

BUMMMMM buh buh bummmm

Practically jumping on top of him, you flinched at the loud and sudden music. "Crap dude! Turn it down!"

Peter shook his head, reaching for a soda. "You have to get the full effect, [Y/N]!," he laughed. "Just embrace it." He began to sing with the music and mime crazy gestures as if he were directing an orchestra.

Duh duh duh DUH DUHHHHHHHH

Halfway through he stopped and recited the opening crawl, his eyes glued to the screen with a sort of focus that made you sure that not only was this not foreign to him, he probably did this every other week.

"It is a period of civil war," he mumbled, throwing some popcorn into his mouth. "Rebel spaceships, striking from a hidden base, have won their first victory against the evil Galactic- [Y/N] you have to watch the words, I swear it'll make the whole experience better." It went on for a little while longer until he paused the movie and looked over at you, cowering a bit. "D-do I have something on my face?"

"Huh? Nah you're good," you said, realizing he'd noticed you staring. "It's just-" you remembered his text from earlier. "-you got really excited... It-um..it was cute."

Because of the darkness(the only lighting being from the tv), you couldn't see if Peter blushed or not, but you could clearly see the stupid grin plastered on his face that he was trying to hide from you with his hand. Repeatedly licking his lips as a desperate attempt to stop smiling as he pressed play on the remote control. "A-ah, um, thanks [Y/N]."

The opening crawl was over and soon the movie actually began, showing a huge spaceship.

"That's the imperial star destroyer," Peter whispered, never taking his eyes off the screen. "They belong to the empire." He saw your blank expression, wide eyes as he realized that meant nothing to you. "Uh, the bad guys."

You squinted your eyes at the screen, silently judging the graphics of the energy blasts- space bullets?- or whatever they were supposed to be. "Pete, when was this movie made?"

"1977."

"Oh okay," you said, deciding to give it some leeway for the trash designs.

You scooted a little closer to your friend, figuring you'd get a little bit more comfortable.

Oh how he wished you hadn't done that.

Nothing like actual, physical contact with a girl that you like and you think she might like you back to actually manage to distract you from one of your favorite movies ever.

He froze, not wanting to pull away and offend you, but definitely not wanting to stay because just being this close to you was making his mind run wild.

Does she actually like me back? What if Mr. Stark and the team only said that to get me to make a fool of myself? She's too comfortable with me. She just sees me as a friend. Or maybe she likes me and she's just really chill about it? Ooh my gosh and she's leaning on me right now. What am I 'sposed to do?? I don't know I don't know I don't know!!!!!!!!!

Deciding for a quick compromise, he got up completely to reach for another soda, though his sprite was still half finished. When he sat back down, he wasn't as close. Hopefully, you'd just see it as natural human behaviour and not him wanting to be away from you.

Course you would see it that way, wouldn't you?

"Oh my gosh I recognize someone! That's R2D2, right?!" You pointed wildly, glad to not be completely clueless for once with this nerd crap.

"Yeah that's R2," Peter responded, letting out a secret sigh of relief, thankful for the distraction.

"A-and that's that gold dude!"

"Yeah, C-3PO."

"And oh crap that's Princess Leia!," you shouted. "Fucking feminist icon!"

Peter tilted his head. "Wait, how would you know that if you've never watched this?"

You laughed. "I still have access to the internet, doofus! Scroll down the nerdy feminist side of tumblr and Leia is literally everywhere."

Peter chuckled as he finally finished his sprite. "Okay. Valid."

Since that, you stopped talking for a bit. Part of you actually did figure that since you're here, you might as well actually try to enjoy the movie and maybe find out what the fans actually see in it that makes them like it so much. The other part just really didn't want to annoy Peter while he was watching his favorite movie series.

But sometimes you just have to say something.

"Hold up, wait. Isn't that his sister? Oh my God, Pete I swear somebody told me before that Leia was Luke's twin!"

Peter shrugged while nodding. "Well, that's a bit of a spoiler, but yeah. What about it?"

"Oh my gosh, Pete- what about it?! Dude, he's literally making 'fuck me' eyes at his own sister! He's all like, 'ooh you're so sexy I'm gonna bone you all over the galaxy'. That's freaky!"

You grabbed the remote and began to rewind it.

"C'mon now [Y/N]," he explained. "He didn't call her sexy. He said she was beautiful. Sexy is wayyy different from beautiful. You can think your family members are beautiful can't you?"

You paused it once you got to where you wanted.

"Okay Parker, look at that. Look at that and tell me Lukes's not totally undressing her with his eyes!" You pointed at Peter's face with a goofy smile on yours. "Oh wow, I've finally figured you people out now."

Peter's head cocked to the side. "Figured out what?"

"Star Wars nerds are a bunch of horny kids that like that step-sibling porn stuff but can't watch that in front of their parents so they have to use an alternative!"

Peter fell on his back with laughter, practically rolling around like a pig. "[Y/N], what?!"

You gave him an incredulous look. "Who else likes to see two siblings bang each other, Peter?!"

At that he pointed back at you while picking up his other soda. "To be fair, they never do that with each other. They only kiss, like twice and that's it. And one of them is only to make Han Solo mad."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about the Han Solo guy. Where is he anyway?"

Peter smiled. "Well, we're only twenty mintues in. He'll come soon."

To tell the truth, Peter really didn't even know what part you were at. His eyes were watching the screen but nothing was being comprehended. The only thing he could manage to think about was all the tiny things that were going on over on your side of the fort. Did you notice him staring? Was Tony right and you were just concerningly nice?

"I love how everybody at this bar is so chill south everything that's happening. It's like oh wow this guy just shot this green dude at table 8 and nope we totally don't care," you joked, pulling Peter out of his trance. He reminded himself that he should probably try to pay more attention. He didn't want to ruin the movie for you in case you had any questions.

But eventually, like all things do, the movie came to an end.

"So, how'd you like it?," Peter said while neither one of you made a move to leave the dark fort. You were laid out in practically a starfish-type position while he was sitting Indian-style.

You smirked. "I'll admit, it was pretty nice for a movie made in 1977. Still a bit lame though," you teased, pinching your fingers together with a giggle. Suddenly, you gasped. "Ooh, Vader was pretty lit though! Just straight force-choking people who disagree with you is such a power move."

Peter rolled his eyes and scoffed lightly. "Typical..."

"Excuse me?"

He bit back a quick smile. "Look, I'm not saying that Darth Vader isn't awesome. Because he is! Totally and completely but [Y/N], you do realize that in literally every movie we watch you like the villains?," he said, raising an eyebrow.

"Because the villains are awesome!," you defended.

"Just saying. I'm sensing a bit of a pattern...," he teased.

You scoffed. "This coming from the guy who actually feels bad about some the people crashing into things when we're watching Ridiculousness," you said, reminding in how Peter was forever the relentless sap. "Well, while you're so busy judging me, whose your favorite character?"

At that, he gave a small sincere smile. "Ben. He's really cool."

"Ben Kenobi? The old guy that literally let himself die? But why?"

He shrugged, the small grin still present on his face. "Eh, sentimental reasons..."

He watched you return his sweet smile and it was then and there when Peter really felt content with the night. Though, you hadn't even known the weight his words carried, he did. Ned was the only other person who knew about it. But Peter knew right then and there that if you had asked, he'd tell you. And he knew you'd understand. Maybe you were just nice. Or maybe you did like him back. But in that moment, Peter didn't care. He just wanted to be here with you. Lost in the warm smell of popcorn and your vanilla perfume, watching a Star Wars movie with Uncle Ben surely smiling down from Heaven. And it gave Peter hope that maybe, just maybe, this was a step in the right direction.

2 hours (and five minutes) down. 22 hours (and forty seven mintues) to go...

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cornycornflakes · 5 years

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39. I'm flattered when you're jealous

I’m sorry it took me so long to write it, but I was on vacation. Anyway here it is and I really hope you’ll like! P.S.: I'm very flattered that I got an ask from one of the best Jopper writers! :)

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I’m flattered you’re jealous

Friday, July 5th 1985

"So you weren't kidding when you asked me out on this date, huh?", Hopper asked as he opened the door for the lady, placing his hand on her back and guiding her inside.

"Oh, I'm sorry, is it too late to say I'm just kidding?", Joyce answered with a slightly mocking tone and a cheeky smile creeping over her face while entering the restaurant.

"A little bit, yeah", he replied, walking over to a waiter and asking for a table for two. A tall, blonde man offered them a free place in the middle of the room, which was surrounded by many other customers. Joyce would lie if she said that it didn't make her feel uncomfortable, but there was no other place to sit. Enzo's was always filled on Friday nights.

"May I take your order?", the waiter asked, giving Hopper a have we met before? look and handing the pair menus.

"Uh, yes. I'll have a scotch and the lady will have... a bottle of Chianti?" As he ordered he kept looking at Joyce's face, searching for approval. She just smiled and nodded slightly, letting him know that she's happy with his choice.

"Very good, sir. I will be back with your order soon."

Once there was only the two of them, Joyce had the opportunity to take a closer look at the restaurant. Enzo's was a very fancy place, a place that actually shouldn't belong to a town like Hawkins. Violins played in the background and she couldn't even pronounce half of the meals offered on the menu. God, how expensive must this place be?

"Joyce, are you ok?", Hopper suddenly asked her with a visibly worried tone, pulling her out of her thoughts.

"I'm sorry, I just- when you invited me to this dinner between friends, you invited me on a date, didn't you?" She noticed that this question surprised him. His mouth was slightly hung open and he was looking for the right thing to say.

"Will you be mad if I say yes?", he asked instead, nervously waiting for her answer. The tension disappeared the moment Joyce smiled and shook her head though, making him sigh with relief.

"I'm just sorry that I didn't notice it before. I- I wouldn't have stood you up if I knew how important it was to you." She added, placing her hand on his and giving it a light squeeze.

"But I'm happy you're here with me now." He stared at her with heart eyes again, something he caught himself doing a lot recently. The entire town had been calling her crazy and out of her mind for the past two years. But what he saw in her sparkling brown eyes wasn't insanity. He saw courage, empathy, determination, patience, beauty. Joyce Byers was unique and perfect in her way, which was even more highlighted by the tight red dress she was wearing that night. Hopper never admitted it, but he was grateful for having her on his side in the past two terrible years. She was-

"Mrs. Byers?", a familiar voice suddenly asked from behind them, interrupting their intimate moment.

"Scott? Uh, hi! What are you doing here?" Joyce asked, pulling her hand away from Hopper's and nervously tucking a loose hair strain behind her ear.

"Just having some dinner with a friend. And so do you I see?" Scott asked, giving Joyce and Hopper a curious look.

"Kind of. And we'd like to have some privacy if you don't mind, Mr. Clarke", Hopper answered with a mischievous grin, clearly indicating his annoyance by the man's presence.

"Hop, don't be so rude!" Joyce laughed awkwardly and softly punched him in the shoulder, which made the situation only worse. "Thank you again for your help with the magnets, the knowledge was very... useful."

"The pleasure is on my side, Mrs. Byers. You know how much I love teaching others." Scott laughed and placed a hand on her shoulder just for a moment, but it was enough for Hopper to get even angrier.

"I have to go back to my table now. But it was nice talking to you! Have a good evening." Mr. Clarke finished the conversation the moment he noticed Hopper's threatening expression.

"Thank you, have a nice evening as well!", Joyce added as he walked away, her broad smile slowly disappearing.

"What was that?" Hopper asked with a croaky voice, taking a long sip of the drink the waiter just handed him.

"I could ask you the same question", she replied instead, with an expression just as enraged as his. Not being able to deal with the situation sober, Joyce grabbed some alcohol as well.

"What was all that smiling, flirting and shoulder punching?" He hissed, smashing the glass of Scotch against the table.

"God, Hop! I was just having a conversation with a friend!" She almost screamed, but she lowered her voice before anyone else in the restaurant could hear her.

"A conversation like we were having before?" He knew that he was pushing too hard, but with the alcohol reaching his brain and the emotions boiling inside him, he couldn't stop himself.

"You're unbelievable, Hopper! You know that I'm on a date with you, not with Scott Clarke!" This time she couldn't control the volume of her voice anymore, making a couple of people turn around and stare at them with curiosity.

"Yeah, I wouldn't be so sure about that." He knew that he shouldn't have said that. It was too much. He was finally on a date with the woman he wanted for the longest time and he had to ruin it. Again.

But Joyce's expression suddenly changed, it was softer and her lips formed a sly smile. "I'm flattered you're jealous."

"What?" Hopper was surprised by her statement, leaving him completely speechless.

"I said I'm flattered you're jealous. It's kind of cute." Joyce winked as she took another sip of her Chianti, which tasted much better than the usual cheap wine she bought for her lonely dinners.

"I'm not jealous!" He lied, but his nervous giggle gave him away. He had always been a terrible liar.

"Yeah, I wouldn't be so sure about that," Joyce repeated the same word he had said earlier and tried to not laugh out loud, smirking broadly instead.

"Would you like to order an entrée?"

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"God, when did it get so cold?" As they left Enzo's, Joyce felt her skin shivering to her surprise and rubbed her shoulders for some warmth.

"When the sun set, I guess," Hopper replied, guiding them to his new car, which was just rented until he could afford his own. Nothing could replace his police blazer though, which had accompanied him for years.

"But it's summer!" She exclaimed, still not able to process the fact that she was freezing, although it had been burning hot outside just two hours earlier.

"Here, take my jacket," he offered as he proceeded to cover her fragile body. Once they were by the vehicle, both leaned against it instead of entering it. Without saying a single word, Hopper grabbed a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to Joyce.

"Hop, can I ask you something?" She spoke after a while, lighting the cigarette and taking a long drag.

"Sure, but I don't know whether I'll be able to answer it." His voice was croaky, almost as if he wasn't prepared to say anything yet.

"Why did you ask me out on a date?" Joyce knew that she may not get an answer to that question, but she wanted to try at least. She simply couldn't understand why a man like him, who could have every younger and prettier woman in town, wanted to go out with her so desperately.

"You were the one who asked me out."

"Yeah, but you asked me out the first time. Why?" She needed to know. She needed to know his feelings and intentions. If this relationship was supposed to have a future, she needed to understand him before she could fully trust him.

"Do you really want me to answer that question right now? On this parking lot?" Hopper wanted to avoid telling her the truth because he was too scared of her reaction. But he realized that if they wanted to spend the rest of their lives with each other, they needed to be honest as well.

"Yes."

"Alright." He exhaled, taking some time to find the right words to say. "All my life I thought that I was a black hole. Everything and everyone I ever loved had to be destroyed at some point. But here you are, by my side during the worst two years of my life. And I guess I just wanted the most beautiful and strongest woman I've ever met to be by my side for the rest of my life. Before it was too late."

Joyce was speechless. She expected everything but that answer. She wanted to say something, anything at all to not make this situation awkward, but the only thing she could do was stare into his ocean blue eyes with a shocked expression and slightly open mouth.

"Can I ask you a question now?" He interrupted the silence and took another drag of his cigarette, exhaling it slowly, enjoying every part of it.

"Yeah?" Joyce finally answered hoarsely after a long while, still processing everything Hopper said.

"Why didn't you go on a date with Scott Clarke?"

The moment these words escaped his mouth, Joyce grabbed his face, pulling it down to her height and quickly pressing her soft lips against his. Before he could even notice everything that just had happened, they parted again, her cold hand still resting on his burning hot cheeks.

"Shut up." Her expression was more serious than ever, but Hopper could see the amusement and surprise about her actions in her widened eyes. Once he finally processed everything Joyce just did and said, he simply rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes.

"Okay."

After a short moment of silence and enjoying one another's company, Joyce slightly raised her head, making their noses rub against each other and their lips meet again. This time the kiss wasn't rushed, it was gentle and passionate. She could taste cigarettes and cologne she didn't smell on him before. It was an earthy scent, which suited him very well. It felt like soft rain on a summer evening. It felt like an explosion of the best flavors in the universe all at once mingling together and creating the best taste and sensation she’d ever felt. It felt like she wasn’t in her own body anymore and she was in another universe floating. It felt like she could get lost forever in Hopper and she wasn’t sure how, but she was, and it was only through kissing. She never felt this way before. And so did he.

His arms were stroking Joyce's back, pulling her closer to feel every movement of her body. He felt as her skin started to warm up every second he was touching her. Hopper had imagined that moment for ages. He had made up thousand of different scenarios, but making out on a parking lot after a non-perfect date wasn't one of them.

"My boys aren't home tonight." Joyce pulled away from him as she quietly spoke those words, wanting to see his reaction to her subtle offer.

"I'm sorry, but El and I always watch Miami Vice on Fridays." As much as he desired to finally feel her naked body against his for the longest time, he had to say no. This moment needed to be perfect and passionate, not rushed. He wanted to fall asleep with her head on his chest, not get dressed and drive home right after they'd be done.

"It's ok. Go home to her, it's already late. Maybe we can continue another time." Joyce managed to put a small smile on her face, although it was difficult to hide the disappointed by his rejection. Before Hopper could ever respond to her statement, she already stepped into the car.

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Loneliness.

Joyce didn't hate any other word in the universe as much as the word loneliness. Whenever she would feel this way, something inside of her would break. Depending on the situation, it would just be a small crack or an entire piece crashing into a thousand pieces. Sometimes she even felt lonely when she wasn't actually alone. But that night, she didn't feel lonely although she was alone.

Their date had a rough start but ended on a very good note. After all the terrible things had happened in the past two years, Hopper was still by her side, constantly supporting and protecting her and her family. Everyone in town called her insane, but he believed her even when she thought herself that she was losing her mind. Even when she was freaking out about goddamn magnets, he helped her find the answer.

He was there when she had questions. He was there when she was going crazy. He was there when she needed a shoulder to cry on. He was there when she felt lonely.

It was almost midnight when Joyce noticed that she was still sitting on the couch, watching TV and drinking some cheap wine. Normally she should be in bed, sleeping in her comfortable pajamas. However, she wasn't tired and the red dress looked too good on her. She was lost in her thoughts, processing the events of that evening while Cheers played in the background. Until...

a knock suddenly interrupted her. There was only one person who would show up at her place out of nowhere past midnight. Joyce got up, switched off the TV and opened the door. It was Hopper.

Without even saying a single word, he grabbed her face, making her stand on her tiptoes and kissed her. His lips were soft, but the kiss was rough and passionate. It took her a while to realize what just had happened and to reciprocate his actions.

"I'm sorry, I hope I didn't wake you. El is already asleep and when I came over I saw the light-"

"Just shut up." She didn't want to talk. She didn't want to think. All she wanted was to feel him.

After a while of passionately making out in the middle of the room, Joyce finally started to slowly unbutton his Hawaiian shirt, which perfectly emphasized his figure. God, he looked so fucking hot in it. She wanted to literally rip it off of him, but that shirt was way too nice to be destroyed.

In the meantime, Hopper tried to guide them towards the bedroom without breaking the kiss. He didn’t mind doing it on the floor or against the wall, but he wanted to make it properly. It needed to be special, perfect. But right before they would lay down on her bed, he had to get rid of her red, tight dress. Her breasts and curves looked fucking amazing in this thing. He became hard just by looking at her in that dress.

Joyce, on the other hand, felt slightly uncomfortable with revealing her body. Being in your 40's and having two children doesn’t help make your body look better. Would he still be attracted to her after seeing her imperfections?

He gently pushed her backward, making her fall onto the soft covers with a big smile on her face. Without saying a single word, she let herself get undressed by Hopper and waited nervously for his reaction. She was still wearing a black bra and a pair of panties, but he stopped kissing her and scanned her body for the bottom to the top instead.

“You’re so fucking beautiful”, he whispered into her ear and almost made her tear up. He was the first man who ever said these words as he meant them. Every single word. Trying not to cry from all the emotions she was feeling at that moment, Joyce cupped his face and kissed him to make her forget everything, at least for now. What she wanted at that moment was him to be inside of her, making her scream from pleasure.

Keeping his blue eyes at Joyce the entire time, Hopper quickly got rid of his shirt, throwing it somewhere on the floor and focusing on undoing the buckle of his belt, trying to tug it from the loops of his matching jeans.

Not being able to resist the sight, he quickly pushed his pants down his hips and crawled on top of her, his elbows resting right next to her shoulders. Taking one last look at her perfectly shaped breasts, Hopper started kissing her neck and collarbone, while trying to smoothly remove the bra off of her body. She could lay all day long on that bed and get her body kissed by him. After a while a quiet moan left her mouth, making his cock even harder than it already was, although he thought it wouldn’t be possible.

Lonnie could never make her scream from pleasure by not entering her, sometimes not even when he did. But Hopper… he made her heart race with the smallest movement of his body.

“Please don’t stop”, Joyce cried out, running her hands through his short hair to keep him close to her. However, he pulled away to travel further down and put small kisses on her stomach and hip bones. Shortly after, Hopper ran his fingers through her soaking wet entrance, stopping at her clit and pressing against it, just to hear another moan coming from her.

Noticing his cock standing upright, Joyce bit her lip and pushed down his boxers, stroking it and keeping eye-contact the entire time. It also turned her on to hear his moans of pleasure, in fact, more than she expected.

He wasn’t able to resist the sight of Joyce, fully naked beneath his warm body, ready to be taken care of. With one smooth move, Hopper pushed his cock into her, making her cry out and bury her nails into his back. He didn’t mind it though, he wanted to be reminded of this encounter for as long as possible. His thrusts were slow and tender at first, becoming faster and deeper after every move. Joyce almost forgot how good it felt.

Once Hopper’s thrusts hit their maximum speed, both felt their orgasms building up. He was hitting Joyce at the perfect angle, rubbing her clit and sucking on her neck. The intense moans leaving her body made him feel weaker and weaker every passing second, not making him last much longer.

Their releases came almost at the same time, making him fill her up completely and her shaking like crazy. No one ever made her come so hard, not even Lonnie when they were young. She was sure that she wouldn’t be able to walk properly for the next few days.

He stayed inside of her, until both their breaths and hearts slowed down, placing one short kiss on her hung open mouth and finally laying down beside her, covering himself up with the sheets.

"Are you still jealous?" Joyce finally asked when the silence began to fill the space between them again.

"Only if it makes you want me more."

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teenwolfhot · 6 years

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Scott McCall imagines part 4

Inspired by ariana grande " break up with your girlfriend...bored "

You and theo were trapped completely surrounded by these people until

This shit always happens to me (Yeah)

Why can't we just play for keeps? (Mmm-mmm)

Practically on my knees "

The lyrics of the song was loud theo sighed and looked at you while " i can hear a faint heartbeat sister " the voice said " nevermind Elijah we have to go nik will have our heads with we meddle " as the footsteps were suddenly disappearing

Theo grabbed you " go ahead and maybe get us killed " you nodded still in shock " who was that ?" Theo couldnt scent them out " i dont know whoever they are definitely aren't from here that's for sure "

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Ever since you were little girl a slight obsession with a certain boy and well it started since that very summer day back in kindergarten

" thats my doll give it back " a tall girl with pigtails wrapped in red ribbons snatched your favourite doll away from you " well its mine now ...hahahaha " the girl stuck her tongue out while another kids watched afar was scott meeting his long term best friend stiles

He wasn't listening to the young boy in front of him as he saw you got pushed he immediately ran over " stop .... give back the doll " you looked up to see a boy in front of you wearing blue and white stripe polo shirt and a dirty jeans with converse on " why she your girlfriend... nananananan " scott pushed the little girl " shes my firend " snatched the doll away from the girl and turned to you " here i think this is yours " he smiled while handing it to you somhow your knee got scraped " here... for ummm... your knee "he pointed

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Lydia was unable to read kira " soo what's up with you and scott lately... i want the juice " looking puzzled at the girl " lately his been well ummm his been avoiding me recently... i try to help but .... " she looked malia

" why do i get the feeling something happens between you two " pointing to malia and kira " we discuss some .... well ... scott ..... ummmmm isaac ..... uhhhh " kira didnt feel like talking about the situation about isaac and malia even scott its like a plague

" malia ???" The girl simply zoned out unfortunately " it will eventually come out im telling you

Hearing liam and stiles argue about the jeep and the adjustments liam made to the jeep

" i said you can have the jeep not redesigned it " lydia walking towards the two boys " well its my jeep ... you gave it to me .... well i simplify the jeep to my liking " liam looked at stiles and all the boy did was sigh " is okay I've got a new car or jeep " stiles said with dignity

" yes stiles we all know the FBI gave you a Land Rover " lydia rolling her eyes when suddenly theo's car pulled into the McCall drive way "we all need to talk " rushing out of the car

As you step out of the car you never been to McCall house before this is your first time " i should... probably. I'll wait in the car " as you headed back isaac grabbed you by the arm and dragging you inside

" whats the problem raeken couldn't it wait till tomorrow?" Stiles squinting his eyes " well no ... me and (y/n) were at the library earlier and well .... three people broke into the school and they were searching for something " scott looked at theo " i don't think is supernatural related theo " scott said quietly while everyone else got it " well .... i can smell them and they aren't from here scott ... especially at a time like this ... what are they thief I'm sure parrish is on patrol ..." which made everyone think

" well of theo is right what do they want ?" Lydia looking at you" are you okay (y/n)?" Just then stiles smacked the back of theo's head " you brought her .... her seriously " looking at you "isaac dragges me in i wanted to wait in the car .... anways I'm intruding i should go .... either way we dont hang out anyways... " smiling at each of them before leaving

As you were making your way to the door " hey ... about stiles ... is going to be fine ... we should hang... " the strawberry blond smiled " im lydia martin ... im ..." you intrude " i know my teacher talks highly of you " you said to her " thanks well I'll lead you out then

Isaac felt the need to follow after you " wait "(y/n) .... (y/n) " isaac walking up to you before lydia walks back in "im sorry ... i thought you .... " you rolled your eyes " really lahey thats how you want to play out ... the I'm sorry to drag you into something you shouldn't be there for .... i know we're friends but i don't think.... they like me .... martin sure made some.... kind of gesture or something to get me involved "

" you know what lahey ... stop ... just stop caring.... yes I'm a little bit insecure and sensitive but at least i don't draw attention to myself ... so save me the pleasure of acting like i belong in your group "

Walking away

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Meanwhile " i supposed you know who i am then ?" Chris was hanging like an X arms being held down with cuffs while spikes on this inside the cuff diggs in " slowly your bleeding " the voice simple said " now ... do you know us ... do you know what we are ?" The strange man asked again this time digging into argent chest and blood soaking through the black shirt " yes ..... yes .... yes ... i ... i ... DO !!!"

the man removed he hand from argent chest " well thats great news ..... so where are the rest of your groupies " the man looked deep into argents eyes " i said i know what you are .... i definitely can't be compelled " Chris laughing

" well i just have to ...... bleed you some more then .... until you're able to be compelled Chris "

The blond walked through the door and ran to chris " you lied ... hunter you lied ..." as the blond reached into chris chest he started to have a short breath " i can hear your heart beating fast " sister... sister ... sister ... toture should be fun.... " another young fellow with a metal baseball bat at hand and wacked it on the side of argent chest " did i hear ribs being broken " the young man laughed

" all of you are interrupting my interrogation.... really so much blood " as the blond release her hand away from his chest heavily breathing " blood of hunter " dragging her fingers over his arms that are in blood " i wouldn't taste his blood ... his on vervain "

As the blond wiped it off " we just have to continue till you talk then "

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5 days after the event

Walking to school you've been avoiding every single one of isaac friends like a plague " sooo.... you're alive " it was isaac looking at you and smiling you pushed passed him " why do you care suddenly... lahey its not like you care in the first place anyways "

Continuing walking while lydia and malia catched up to the curly boy " soo anything... nope ... she wouldnt talk .... it seems she closed herself up again" lydia started to smirk " what if ... scott ... im mean scott could get her to talk right ?" Isaac was sceptical about this

" well yeah but they've had brief conversations but not a full one ... im telling you its a bad idea "

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Taking out your biology books and writing down the extra writing on the board scott took tbe opportunity to seat next to you " hey " you didnt pay attention to him kept writing down the notes till " oh man ... i forgot my biology books ..... i swear " you turned into your bag " here this is yours ... ms martin gave it to me to give to you ... i was gonna give it to you somehow but " yours and his hand slightly touched as he grabbed the book

" thanks ... " smiling

You were happy that you managed to give the item back to him but still you wanted to know everything... especially his relationship with malia and kira

You didnt like kira you had no problem with malia is that asian girl you didnt like .. she somehow inserted herself into scotts life without even knowing him

You were furious when you found out that scott was dating her , it was a stab in the heart one way or another your going to make scott McCall yours

Thinking of ways to be in his life you didn't realise that the teacher was calling you " (l/n)...(l/n).... (y/n)" you paused and heard your name being called

" im sorry miss (y/t/n) i was elsewhere... i do apologise " the teacher rolled her eyes "what i meant was ms martin would like to see you " she gave you an orange slip for you to leave class " right now ?" Yhe teacher stop in her tracks "yes right now .. unless you want to stop her orders or you willing to tell the principal why you aren't obeying one of " you shake your head " I'll go " picking your stuff up you rushed out

Thinking why would ms martin see you now what possibilities could she be thinking pulling you away from class especially AP BIOLOGY

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Seeing two people in ms martins office you sighed and opened the door " ms martin you wanted to see me ?" The much older strawberry blond woman smiled " yes i do ... actually i wanted to discuss your career future college " as she points to a chair " i hope you don't mind I've took the pleasure of asking your parents to come by too "

As you took a seat next to your parents " well we 100% be involved in whatever our daughter decisions today " as ms martin smiled and sitting behind her desk

" mr and mrs (l/n) your daughter records are outstanding she will be graduating with honours " ms martin smiled while your parents looked like their on cloud nine " we are very pleased to hear " your mother said with joy in her voice " i must say (y/n) since you've not give in your final recommendation on the career path we will have to submit it today " your parents were shocked " very well "

"( y/n) what is your career goals " ms martin looking at you "- ummmm uhhhhh ummmm ..... biology.... i want to do something with biology " you started to gain confidence " biology is your main career point ?" Ms Martin writing it down "yes it is im very passionate about biology and i would like to study furthermore into the subject if i can ... im also looking into go apprentice in a laboratory on biology something like genetic or microbiology " you said while looking at her

Your parents were surpised you wanted to go that way becuase generally you talked about veterinary and medicine about the well being of animals this is sort of different types of research

" very well... i see you've made your research I'm pleased on that "ms martin smiled

" also theres three apprenticeships round the areas including here at school and some at local biology department in the science community " pausing " the only i like is not in this town but in mystic falls " your mother gasped

" well you certainly did your research on this subject then .... i will see to it your application form has been sent to all of these locations... in the meantime please keep your grades to these standards "

Walking out of the offcie the whole interview along with your parents exhausted you completely " so ... what did lydia mum want ?" Isaac putting his arms round your neck my career choice " removing isaac arm " plus i think i might have a chance of leaving this place lahey "

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feelingsdusk-writes · 6 years

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Sweet, sweet Karma

(Awesome art by @twothumbsandnostakeincanon.)

Prompt: I shouldn't be in love with you.

"Why?" Peter whisper-moans dramatically as they advance through the darkened tunnel, half-crouching down and slowly but surely approaching a fully-crouching down status. "Why? It just doesn't make sense, I shouldn't be in love with you, why am I even? You're a nuclear hazard, my dear sweet-cheeks, and a trouble magnet. You br-"

"Excuse me???" Stiles hisses, incredulous, and then grunts as his head collides with the top of the tunnel. He halts, swears lowly but colorfully for a moment and then continues walking forward with an aggravated snarl. "I shouldn't be in love with you, why am I even? This is your fault, my choco-muffintop, it was your idea. How-"

"Excuse you??? First, what muffintop?! I resent that. Deeply. Second, no, it wasn't, my sugarplum fairy. I distinctly remember saying no. You-"

"You said no, well, maybe, my sweet honey-bunny, not-"

"That still has a no, oh, spark that lights my candle!"

"Which gets negated by the well, maybe that came right afterwards, oh, howl that echoes in my soul!"

A kelpie springs from the darkness right at Stiles. Peter has his claws embedded in it with a mighty snarl before it can even get inside his personal bubble, which is awesome, but the resulting spray splatters heavily on Stiles, which is not. He stops, closing his eyes, and then takes a deep breath to contain a snarl of his own. Seconds later, he feels Peter's handkerchief on his cheek when the man uses it to clean Stiles' face.

"There, there, oh, center of my universe." Peter croons, saccharine sweet.

"Thank you, oh, rose king of my secret garden of life," he bites out after a few seconds, opening his eyes to glare at the answering snort.

They continue down the tunnel, following the pointing light of Stiles' spell. A few minutes later, Stiles' head collides once again against the top of the tunnel with an echoing sound. He bites his tongue to contain the profanities at its tip and his whole body shakes with the effort.

"Still not my fault, dear," Peter sing-songs, a heavily implied it's yours evident in the tone.

His hand closes around Stiles wrist and the pain slowly drains away, but, while Stiles is grateful for the gesture, he's way past the point of feeling charitable. "At this point, it will be worse to keep, quote, rebelling like two-year-old toddlers, unquote, so let's just save ourselves some pain and let them do what they want and be done with it," he mimics in a whiney voice before returning to his normal pitch, "you said, honey, which makes this totally your fault. I was completely fine giving them a big fuck y-"

"I did not say that, and much less in that whiney voi-"

An at this point, it will be worse to keep, quote, rebelling like two-year-old toddlers, unquote, so let's just save ourselves some pain and let them do what they want and be done with it, comes from Stiles' phone, crisp clear and loud.

"See? I didn't," Peter says.

"You didn't-" Stiles starts, his bitchface truly epic. He takes a deep breath. "Enlighten me, please. What exactly did we just h-"

"I didn't say whatever they want."

"Oh, excuse me, oh, love of my life. Of course, that's an important distinction," Stiles snarks, heavily sarcastic.

"Yes, excuse you, because it is, oh, light of my world." He reaches to make Stiles duck his head before it collides with the tunnel. Again. Stiles curses anyways. Then he swings his bat against another kelpie before it can get the jump on Peter. When he's done and it's not moving anymore, he curses some more as he proceeds down the tunnel once again. Peter keeps talking as if nothing happened. "The word whatever implies they can do whatever they want and not what they want within reason. And you're the one that said by the lake? Yeah! A dream come true! Hence, your fault."

"I did not!"

... by the lake? Yeah! A dream come true! resounds in the tunnel, but from Peter's phone this time. The tone of Stiles' voice clearly conveys a frazzled, manic quality, sarcasm in its purest form.

"Oh, for the love of..." Stiles growls.

"Ha!" Peter crows triumphantly, because he knows he's won. Then he seems to think it's undignified because he schools his expression into something more aloof. "But do not worry, oh, moon of my sky. I will only use this as leverage for the next ten years or so."

"First of all, you're a lying liar who lies," Stiles hisses like an angry cat, because he knows he'll milk this until the day they die... just like Stiles would have. "And second, I was clearly being sarcastic, oh, refuge that keeps me warm in a snowstorm, water that lets me survive in a desolate desert, delicious food after a year of Scott's cooking!"

"Well, that's true," Peter replies flippantly. "But you still said it. Hence, your fault."

"I swear to God, snuggle-"

"How are you two getting married?" an ancient Hale grand-aunt he's never spoken to says judgementally from just ahead. "I knew we shouldn't have allowed this to continue. In my days, young man-"

"-wolf... Ah, yeah, it's their fault. How could I possibly have forgotten that," Stiles deadpans, the anger draining out of him abruptly.

He looks around and grins vindictively when he sees all the guests piled upon each other because apparently the mermaids had very little space to hold land people and they had to make do with what they had. They look like sardines in a can in their prisons. Serves them right. Talia is being squashed between two of Stiles' very own grand-aunts, who had been drinking heavily hours before the ceremony even started.

Then he spots Deaton, looking none too happy in his little spot against the wall. His grin widens.

"Well," he starts. His dad, who seems to have caught on to what he's about to do, seems amused and resigned to his fate. He should, Stiles thinks uncharitably, all of them, Stilinskis, Hales and friends in between, have been downright horrible in their own particular ways. "All the family is here. And we're by the lake... sort of."

"The decorations are certainly unique and the setting is so special I'm sure no one will forget this... ever," Peter continues, following his lead. His smile is so wide that it should start hurting soon, if it's not already. "You did want a grey-green color scheme, Talia, sister dearest."

"Peter-" she growls in warning.

"Exactly!" Stiles barrels on, undeterred. "And we've followed tradition too. We're coated in the blood of our enemies."

"Mr. Stilinski, nowadays-" Deaton starts.

"Well, more like we're both coated in the blood of yours, Stiles. I never-"

Stiles turns around and leaves through where they came from. They hear something hitting the wall and then cursing follows. Peter smiles genially at the guests while he waits. Minutes later, Stiles comes back and splatters the only part of Peter's dress shirt that was still white.

"There you go," he nods.

"Thanks, sweetheart."

"Anytime, love." He grins. "Now, two things. One, grandma Esther, I'm happy to inform you that while we struck seafood out of the menu due to allergies, we now have plenty of that literally lying around." He winks at her. Peter chokes out a laugh and then coughs to cover it. "And two, let's get going. You did preach on the importance of punctuality, uncle Brian, I wouldn't like to disappoint you."

"Certainly!" Peter nods, still grinning. "And it's exactly the time on the dot, look that that!"

Deaton takes a look at their smiles and sighs. Then he proceeds with the ceremony, drowning the sounds of the protests around him. By the time he's done, everyone has fallen silent and accepted their fate. They're trapped under who knows how many litres of water, inside the lake, inside a prison from which not even the werewolves have managed to get out. Either they shut up and they're let go (hopefully soon, because the couple seem especially vindictive today), or they keep protesting and prolong the inevitable. They choose the first option.

Eventually.

(And they're let go.)

(Eventually.)

(Karma, Stiles thinks gleefully. Sweet, sweet Karma.)

#tumblr shorties #teen wolf fics #my writing #teen wolf #steter

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antigonick · 8 years

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hi pauline, I was just wondering if you have any places in edinburgh you find particularly interesting/enjoyable/that you'd recommend to someone visiting there? I'll be there for 4 days with a friend, and we're trying to make the most of our visit. (also I hope you're enjoying the ma and living there, and apologies if this has already been asked!)

Hey love, sorry for my late reply!

First things first, I have to say that I’m still pretty much a tourist in the city, and that I keep to the old part of town anyway, which might make things a bit boring for you. But here are the things I like doing best here:

Walk the Royal Mile up and down over and over again. It’s terribly cliché, but it’s such a lovely street, cobble-stoned, full of overpriced, archetypal scottish products, but resonating with the song of bagpipes, buoyant with street artists, surrounded by old, tilting houses, peppered with fairy lights; at the top, you enter a strange, time-travelesque, gothic slope that will bring you up to the castle, which is absolutely a must see. You can stay within the castle walls for hours on end—magnificent view, multiple museums and chapels, stony benches, a strange step in the Middle-Ages.

Tour the university campus—there, you’ll find Walter Scott’s house, the beautiful Old College buildings, the modern Library and its art collections. In the Student’s Union House, you’ll be able to take a drink and walk through rooms upon rooms of comfortable armchairs, hushed whispers and loud laughters, impressive ballrooms and tiny writing offices. Down the Middle Meadow Walk, you’ll find a large, green park too.

Really, it’s a strangely scaled city: it feels like an out-of-time town, small and twisty and labyrinthine, yet it’s the capital, full of historic sites and cultural spots.

St. Giles Cathedral is exquisite, and solemn, and full of hushed light; of course the National Gallery is lovely if you’re interested in British art, but my favourite is the National Museum, which is a wonderful bric-à-brac of knowledge and playful activities and delightful treasures. There you’ll find fashion designs as well as medieval war weapons, dinosaur skeletons and Art Deco tapestries, the Lewis Chessmen, and even space stones. The National Library is worth a short visit, with its whacky museum and a bunch of beautiful maps and books. Grab a coffee in the charity coffee-shop of the Storytelling Centre, enjoy the view of its lush, secret garden, and its folktales bookstore. Near it, you’ll find my favourite jewellery shop, full of Scottish stones, Highland Gems. I also love to walk in the Greyfriars and the St. Cuthbert cemeteries, which are gothic and yet full of whimsical life stories, ornate benches, strange, twisted trees; and of course, try and go climb Arthur’s Seat—the climb is painful and the view is spectacular, and it’s so strange to see this ragged, wonderful, green, ocre, beautiful hill in the corner of your eye, wherever you are, alien in the center of the city.

The light, here, anyway… The light on Arthur’s Seat, on Calton Hill (another nice climb!), on the Castle; rich and golden and extraordinary.

In Grassmarket, you’ll find Armstrong Vintage store, which I recommend wholeheartedly, especially if you want a Scottish wool cardigan for an affordable price, or even just to take a look at the ancient ecclesiastical and victorian garments hanging from the ceiling. There’s also this wonderful shop with a lot of dinosaur’s bones, fossils and star stones, Mr. Wood’s Fossils. From there and up to Westport, you’ll find Mary’s Milk Bar (great ice-cream), cute antique shops, bookstores, and the Art Library.

Now for my favourite bookstores, I’d recommend you go to Armchair Books (the absolute best, a twisting labyrinth of new and second-hand books, with a great antique section); Southside Books; Waterstones on Prince’s Street, where you’ll find beautiful modern editions and will be able to get some great coffee/tea and nice gluten free (or not) cakes; the OldTown bookshop, where victorian copies neighbour old maps and antique drawings of the old Edinburgh, and which is incidentally located on the lovely Victoria Street; and of course Blackwells, which features a very cool Harry Potter window.

Now for the real Tourist Experience, I do recommend you take one or two of Edinburgh’s walking tours, because they’re wonderful. One of them would be the writer’s museum book-lover tour, which starts at the museum (very small, but super nice, with a lot of Scottish’s writers memorabilia) and takes you around Old Town—to the university where Conan Doyle studied, the hospital where J. M. Barrie invented Wendy, wrecking the myth of J. K. R’s Elephant House (Harry Potter was NOT written there!), etc. The other tours I’d recommend are the ghost tours (usually guides dress up and play morbid jokes on your group, and it’s a very fun way of learning about the actual old Edinburgh) and the underground tours (the underground city being full of morbid legends, spooky closes, twists and turns).

Here you go, it’s mostly stuff you can find online, I’m afraid, but I hope you have fun!

#mrsives #whisperers #auld reekie #about travels

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creamocrop · 8 years

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Haters gonna hate

Sherlock: *furiously typing on his laptop*

John: *Just got in with little Rosie on his hips, sees tall, dark and brooding slamming the keys in his laptop. Turns to his daughter.* Well, Rosie looks like Uncle Sherlock is in a bad mood again. Should we just go down and see if Nana Martha has some delicious cookies?

Molly: *Exits from the kitchen and walks up to them* Hi John. Hi Rosie, my sweetheart *goes to take the giggling baby from her father* He's doing it again. I already tried telling him to stop but he's in too deep now.

John: *Sighs deeply then worriedly looks over at his former flat mate* How deep?

Molly: *Frowns then leans closer* I think he is tracking their IPs now.

John: Okay, that's scary but also routine. He always does that when things like this happens.

Molly: *Huffs* No, I think he's...well, I think he is tracking them down *Leans even more to whisper* and is shutting them one by one.

John: *whispers* He can't do that! *Looks at his best friend who is still abusing his keyboard* Can he?

Sherlock: *Still very much engaged in his laptop* Doing it.

Molly: *Jumps away from John* Okay, that's my cue. I'll just take Rosie down to Mrs. Hudson for some sweet treats. *Turns to the little pod of cuteness in her arms* Come on sweetie, let's leave Daddy and Uncle Sherlock to do their serious grown up talk. *Looks up to John and whispers before leaving* Do something, please!

John: *Pats Molly in the arm as she turns to leave then slowly walks to his chair* So...

Sherlock: *Still karate-chopping his keyboard* Nope.

John: *Lowers himself in his chair* You haven't even heard what I was about to say.

Sherlock: *Without looking away from his computer* Didn't need to. And the answer is still no.

John: *Beginning to feel frustrated* Sherlock, this is not healthy. You've been at it for almost a week now. Surely you've realized by now that engaging with them only makes things worse.

Sherlock: *Still drilling through his keys* Yes, which is why I am about to finish them off now. Except, you are bothering me so I have to portion part of my brain cells just to talk to you, instead of using all of them to finish this.

John: *definitely frustrated now* How are you finishing them off? By shutting them down? That's hacking, Sherlock! That's illegal!

Sherlock: *still hammering away* We both know I have done far worse.

John: *Sighs and then begins to massage his temples* Yes. Unfortunately, yes. But Sherlock! These are trolls, haters! As long as there is internet, they'll keep popping out no matter how many times you try to shut them down!

Sherlock: *Noncommittal voice* Yes. Yes. Uhuh. I agree. You are right.

John: *Huffs and sinks in his chair* Aaaaand you are not listening anymore. You know one of this days, that act of yours will get you in trouble.

Sherlock: *Definitely not paying attention* Yes. Yes. Uhuh. I agree. You are right.

John: *Throws his arms in the air* That's it, I give up. *Reaches for his phone* I'm telling Mycroft what you are doing, just so he knows why there is a sudden increase of angry customer service calls on internet providers.

Sherlock: *Hammers through a few more keys before finally stopping and shutting down his laptop with a loud snap* No need.

*As if on cue, approaching footsteps could be heard from the staircase*

John: *glares at the consulting detective* What did you do?

Sherlock: *Shrugs then looks around* Where's Molly?

John: Sh-

Sherlock: Ah yes, you brought your sprog. Did you tell her to bring up some gingernuts here?

John: *disbelievingly* No I di-

Mycroft: *Appears out of nowhere* William Sherlock Scott Holmes! What do you think you're doing?!?

Sherlock: *Turns to look at his brother* When Mrs. Hudson let you in, did you tell her to bring up some gingernuts with the tea?

Mycroft: *Strides in and stops in the middle of the room* Need I remind you that I have far more important things to do than arrest these *takes out a piece of paper* haters of yours.

Sherlock: Hmmm...guess you didn't. *Shouting out* MRS. HUDSON, PLEASE BRING SOME GINGERNUTS WITH THE TEA!

*From Below* NOT YOUR HOUSEKEEPER SHERLOCK!

*Sherlock's phone rings immediately after*

Sherlock: *Answer's his phone* Molly can you tell her to bring some hob-

Molly: Sherlock! Rosie's here! Don't scream! And Mrs. Hudson is not your housekeeper!

Sherlock: *Rolls his eyes* Mrs. Hudson screamed too! And she's down there with Rosie!

Molly: I covered her ears! Now stop being a petulant child and listen to John and Mycroft. And no, Mrs. Hudson is not going to serve you tea. Go to the kitchen and prepare it yourself!

Sherlock: *whines* Bu-

Molly: There is also a plate of gingernuts and hobnobs in there.

Sherlock: And custard creams?

Molly: And custard creams.

Sherlock: *Smiles* I love you

Mycroft: *groaning* Oh for Christ's sake!

Molly: And I, you. *hangs up*

Mycroft: Now that we are done with that cringe-worthy display of sentiment. Can we go back to the topic at hand?

Sherlock: *puts his phone away then immediately shots up from his chair to go to the kitchen* Nope

Mycroft: Sherlock, you cannot keep doing this! You cannot keep disconnecting people and taking away their internet connection. You're disrupting the flow of information and the system.

Sherlock: *returning from the kitchen with a heaping plate of cookies* What flow of information? That apparently John and I are secretly engaged and that Molly is just my beard. That she is just here to hide the fact that John and I are secretly raising Rosie together? That Molly Hooper is a little morgue mouse that needs to be shut down because she's interfering with our great love? That Mary's dea-

*looks guiltily at John before turning back to his brother* There is no flow of information Mycroft. There is however, systematic character assassination towards important women in our lives. *plops down his chair and shoves biscuits in his mouth*

John: *grave* What are they saying about Mary? *reaches for Sherlock's laptop*

Sherlock: *stops eating and reaches out to firmly place his hand above his laptop and stare solemnly at his bestfriend*

John: *holds his bestfriend's gaze for a few seconds before leaning back and turning to Mycroft* You know, if people can't properly use the internet, maybe it's for the best if they are kept off of it for a while.

Mycroft: John, the internet is a complex system of neural net-

John: Off of it. For. A. While. *stares at Mycroft as if daring him to do otherwise*

Mycroft: *Meets Dr. Watson's heavy gaze before turning to look at his brother who is also looking at him in the same way*

...

Mycroft: Fine. I suppose there's a solar flare that could be cooked up somewhere. *Approaches Sherlock's work table and puts down the piece of paper* I am, however, drawing the line with arresting people. Unless they do something illegal, no one is going to jail. They'll simply have to live without internet connection for a week.

Sherlock: *still munching despite consuming half of the treats* Based on their psychological profiles, a week without internet is a worse punishment than jail.

John: Speaking from experience?

Sherlock: *raises a gingernut in the air before tossing it in his mouth*

#sherlock #sherlolly #ish #sherlock holmes #molly hooper #john watson #mycroft holmes #ficlet #i dont know how to finish this #it got too long and so i am ending it in this awkward part #meeeeh

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