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Merry Christmas | Fred x Reader

Prompt requested by @n3ssm0nique: Best friends were all that you and Fred were. Right? Or at least that’s what you thought. But will Christmas at the Burrow change things?

Warnings: literally absolute adorable fluff JFC, Fred being adorable, George being George

Word Count: 5.6k words

A/N: I AM SO PROUD OF THIS FIC IT IS SO FUCKING CUTE My first Fred fic, babeyyy!! Weasley Nation Rise! Just an FYI, we are wholeheartedly pretending that the Burrow didn’t get destroyed for this fic hehe.

Flashbacks told in italics.

“Thank you for letting me stay with your family for the holiday, Mrs. Weasley,” you graciously tell the woman in the kitchen who hovers over a kettle, brewing you a cup of tea. You sit on a chair in the dining room, keeping quietly to yourself, hands folded in your lap. The sunlight streams in from the window, warming you up, the tip of your nose still chilly from your travels here. The Burrow was still quiet; it was early in the morning when you arrived, expecting everyone to be up, but you should have known better that only Molly Weasley would be up at this hour. Everyone wanted to catch up on their sleep while on holiday from school.

Mrs. Weasley turned around to offer you the warmest smile, “No need to thank me, dear. You are always welcome in our home. And please, call me Molly.” She pours you a cup of tea in a delicate piece of china that you knew she saved for when guests came in fear that if she used it in her regular rotation of dining wear her children were bound to break it. “Drink up, dear. You must be freezing. The wind is unforgiving this time of year,” she adds, wrapping a blanket around you making you smile at her motherly gesture.

This year you were spending the Christmas holiday with the Weasleys due to your parents work schedule. They were traveling abroad for work which made you upset that this would be the one year you haven’t spent the holidays together. But when you mentioned in passing that you would be spending the holidays alone this year in passing to George Weasley, he insisted that you would spend it with the Weasleys. You told him that the offer was kind, but you didn’t mind going to your aunt and uncle’s house to spend it with them and your cousins, but George said you would have more fun spending it with his family. Which you knew he was right, so you eventually gave in.

Spending Christmas with the Weasleys also meant more time with Fred which made your heart flutter. You had been best friends with the twins since year three, but you and Fred became especially close in your fourth year. Since then, you two were inseparable. But the more time you spent with Fred, you eventually grew romantic feelings for him. You feared that these new feelings towards Fred would ruin your friendship, so you had kept it all bottled up, knowing that it was best to just stay friends and nothing more.

As you sipped on your tea, still wrapped up in the blanket Moly gave you, you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Molly hovered over the stove again, this time cooking up a large amount of breakfast foods for the many people who would be dining this morning. “Oh, (Y/N)!” Ginny says when she reaches the bottom of the stairs. “I didn’t know you were coming this early,” she skips over to you, giving you a large hug. You had always taken a liking to Ginny and how outspoken she was. You had to be if you were the only girl amongst the Weasley boys. “Fred! George! (Y/N) is here!” Ginny yells up the stairs. “Wait until they see you. They couldn’t shut up about how excited they were for you to get here. Especially Fred,” she tells you with a wink. Ginny knew about your little crush on Fred after she coerced you to tell her after she told you about her crush on Harry.

After the words fall out of Ginny’s mouth, you hear bumbling and crashing from up the stairs before wild running down the stairs. “Easy, boys!” Molly yells at them while flipping bacon over in the pan. “(Y/N) is not going anywhere! No need to rush,” she laughs at them before looking at you with a smile. Molly knew how much her boys loved you. She shook her head while laughing, continuing to cook up enough sunny side eggs to choke a horse.

George saw you first and a beaming smile came on his face. “There she is!” he yells as you laughed, scooping you up in the biggest hug, spinning you around. “I’m so glad you’re here!” he exclaims as you wildly giggle. He places you down gently before looking over at his mother, “Merlin’s beard, Mum, the poor girl is in a straitjacket the way you bundled her up.” George helps you get out of the blanket, wrapping it over your shoulders lightly. “Much better, right? Now you can give people a proper hug,” he teases, hugging you once more.

“Hey, save some for the rest of us,” a voice calls from behind George. You pull away from George and see Fred patiently waiting to give you a warm welcome. When your eyes meet, your heart instantly starts beating faster and a pink hue makes its way up to your cheeks, warming your face instantly. A small smile dances on your lips as Fred gives you a cheeky grin. “Hey, you,” he winks, making his way over to you.

Fred engulfs you in a hug, picking you up and spinning you around similar to George, holding onto you tightly. He puts you down as you beam, hands resting on his shoulders. “Hi, Fred,” you smile up at him, eyes locked on his, allowing yourself to relax under his touch. The joy on his face was evident, his eyes twinkling with happiness and his mouth drawn into a toothy smile.

The two of you just stood there for a moment before George clears his throat, making his presence still known. “Alright, enough of that you two,” he speaks, knowing very well that the two of you had unspoken feelings for the other. George liked using that as leverage against the two of you when he wanted something to go his way. And this holiday, he was going to make sure that the two of you were going to confess those feelings to each other. “We’re glad that you came for the holiday, (Y/N). It’s gonna be wicked time.”

You pull your gaze away from Fred, peeling your hands away from his shoulders, but Fred keeps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a side hug as you smile. This was fine for best friends, right? “I was just telling your mum thank you for having me. I’m excited that I can spend it with my best friends and their family,” you beam as Fred squeezes your shoulders.

“Breakfast!” Molly calls to the rest of the house. With that, you immediately hear footsteps run down the stairs that are unmistakably Ron’s.

Behind Ron follows Harry, the both of them with major bedhead, still in their pajamas. “When did (Y/N) get here?” Ron asks, raspy with morning voice, rubbing his eyes as he tries to get used to the sunlight.

You shake your head, “Good to see you too, Ronald.” He chuckles as you pull him into a big hug, Ron squeezing you tight. Ron was like your younger brother. He was always pushing your buttons, but in the most playful way possible. “Hey, Potter,” you rustle the other boy’s hair as he laughs, giving you a small hey.

Everyone gathered around the table, taking a seat and a plate, piling mixed breakfast foods onto it. The sounds of happy munching and forks hitting plates filled the air. Light chatter between siblings and friends ensued as you sat and took in the atmosphere. The Weasleys were always so happy and that’s why you loved the family so much. They always managed to make the best out of whatever situation was thrown at them. No matter how dark times got, they were able to find lightness and laughter. When you first became friends with the twins, you were in a really sad place, always very homesick. But when the twins came into your life, they brought so much joy and hope into your life. Now you can’t help but feel out of place when you are not with them.

Fred interrupts everyone’s conversations and speaks, “Since (Y/N) is the guest of the house, sorry Harry, you don’t count anymore,” Harry shrugs, “(Y/N) gets to pick what’s on the agenda for today.” Fred sends you a smile and a wink making you lightly chuckle.

“That seems like a big responsibility,” you say as everyone looks at you.

But before you can say anything else, Ginny grabs your hand and pulls you out of your chair. “I need (Y/N) first to help me with something,” she tells the group. The twins look at her suspiciously, knowing that the youngest sibling was up to something. “It’s girl things. You wouldn’t understand. Right, Mum?�� Ginny looks at her mother for support as Molly gives her a thumbs up and wink. “Right then, come on (Y/N),” she drags you to the stairs.

“Ginny, I didn’t even finish breakfast,” you laugh at the girl who has an iron grip on your hand as she pulls up the winding stairs of the Burrow.

Ginny just looks at you quickly before saying, “Ron can finish your plate. Besides, if you think breakfast was a lot of food, just wait until lunch.” With that, you make it to Ginny’s bedroom as she slams the door behind her. The fourteen year old sits on her bed as you slowly take a seat next to her. “So, are you and Fred gonna get together now that you’re here?” she excitedly ask.

You sigh. You wish it were that simple. “I don’t know, Gin,” you softly smile at her. “Anything can happen, honestly.” Ginny rolls her eyes as you laugh. “Give me your brush. I’ll braid your hair,” you tell her. A bright smile finds it way to her face as she grabs her hairbrush from her desk, handing it to you, turning so her back is facing you. Carefully, you brush out her long ginger hair, pushing it away from her face as Ginny happily sighs. “I’ve always wanted a younger sister,” you tell Ginny honestly. You did feel like Ginny was your sister in an odd, yet comforting way. When you first started hanging out with the twins and Ginny arrived to Hogwarts, she kind of latched herself onto you. At first, you were a little shocked, knowing that Ginny wasn’t like this around most people. But for some reason, she trusted you and you with her. Ginny became your little sister very quickly, always coming to you for advice and guidance when it came to school, boys, and everything in between.

“I always wanted a sister,” Ginny retorts, making you chuckle. “Seriously. It can be so much sometimes with all these boys in the house and it’s just me and mum. It’s always nice when you or Hermione visits. It gives me someone to talk to rather than having to constantly hang out with those bloody idiots,” she rolls her eyes, making you laugh.

From outside the door, you hear a hey! The two of you look at the door as Ginny springs to her feet and opens the door to reveal a Harry and Ron eavesdropping on your conversation. “Get out of here, you stupid gits!” Ginny chases them down the hall as the boys laugh wildly. You laugh at the young girl’s antics before she returns into the bedroom. “Do you see what I have to deal with everyday? Drives me mad.”

Ginny returns to the bed, sitting back down as you start to braid her hair. “Poor you,” you tease. The two of you sit in a comfortable silence as you braid her long hair, the ginger hair now perfectly styled and swept back from her face. You pat her shoulders, letting her know she’s done as she takes a look in the mirror, smiling at the results. “Like it?”

“Love it,” she looks at you before coming back to sit next to you. “But anyway, I really do hope that you and Fred get together. You’re perfect for each other. And Merlin, he never shuts up about you. It would just make so much sense if you two were together.”

You knew Ginny was right. Fred and you were a match made. The two of you knew how to have a good laugh, but you balanced each other out. He was always there for you when you needed him most. Fred was everything you wanted. But you feared that he didn’t feel the same in contrast to what everyone told you. The fear of rejection from your best friend was a terrifying thought, so keeping things to yourself seemed like the best option. “We’ll see, Ginny. I’m hopeful,” you brush her cheek.

As you and Ginny sat in her bedroom, what you didn’t know was Fred and George were outside, leaned against the wall, eavesdropping on your conversation much more slyly than Harry and Ron. George bumps Fred in the shoulder with a smile as Fred blushes. This just made holiday much more interesting for everyone.

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The week has gone nothing, but smoothly. Matches of quidditch in the backyard, playing chess, late night bonfires, and long chats all ensued throughout the week and it just made you sad that the holiday would be coming to a close in the upcoming days. You were having so much fun being around the Weasleys and staying in their home. It felt like home to you in a comforting, yet odd way. It felt like you belonged here. Molly treated you like a daughter and Arthur even forgot that you were going to leave at one point, thinking that you had moved in.

But in all of the fun, you and Fred hadn’t got a moment alone. You knew that George and Ginny both were anticipating when you two would finally make a move. Hell, everyone in the house was anticipating when you two would do something. But within the week the most intimate thing that happened was you waiting to use the bathroom and Fred getting startled that you were outside waiting, him still wet from the shower, towel tied around his waist. The two of you just stared at the both, bright red blushed on your cheeks. “I didn’t know you were waiting for the bathroom,” Fred had said. “You could have just come in. You know you’re always welcome too,” he said with a wink making you gulp. And with a wink he was gone, leaving you shocked and unable to speak.

Tonight was another bonfire, everyone in the backyard circled around the roaring crackling fire. The flames were the only things illuminating everyone’s faces. You looked around with a smile, enjoying the night. Ginny sat disgruntled and mad at Ron who sat in between her and Harry, Harry also a little pissed that Ron couldn’t take a hit that he would rather be snuggled up to Ginny rather than his best mate. You giggled at the sight, sipping on your hot chocolate as Ginny just glared at you. With her eyes, she gestured for you to git next to Fred would was just a seat over from you. George was too busy telling Ron a story about one of he and Fred’s many adventures when they first got to Hogwarts, Ron completely enthralled. Sit next to him, Ginny mouths to you.

Absolutely not, you mouth back, eyes darting to see if Fred was watching you. He just stared at the fire, legs kicked up resting on a log, his hands behind his head. I’m not gonna make the first move.

Ginny rolls her eyes. Just do it, she mouths before returning her attention to George and his story. You sigh, looking at your almost empty mug of cocoa. You look at Fred longingly, wanted to be cuddled up next to him under the blanket that rests on his lap. You imagined being able to rest your head on his shoulder, his strong arms wrapped around you, protecting you as you felt safer that ever. He’d kiss the top of your head before resting his head on yours, enjoying the way your body melted into his. As you get lost in your imagination, you realize that Fred has caught you staring at him. Your breath hitches in your throat and you blush, unable to look away from him.

Fred chuckles and smiles at you softly watching you as you are curled up in a ball on the chair just a few feet away from him. Your lips were perfectly pink and the tip of your nose a little red from the windchill in the air. The jumper you wore was pulled over your hands as you cradled the mug in your hands. You looked absolutely adorable as a small smile was on your lips. Fred sighed as you giggled a little at him. He just shook his head at you jokingly before dropping his left eye in a wink.

“I’m gonna go get more cocoa,” you announce to the group, but your eyes don’t leave Fred’s as if you were just directing the statement to him, as if you were telling him to follow you. You rise from your chair and make your way inside. There are small whispers being exchanged behind you that sound like words of encouragement as you smile to yourself before going inside. Shortly after, you hear footsteps follow you inside. As you go into the kitchen and pour yourself more cocoa, you turn your head to see Fred beside you. “Hey, tiger,” you tease him.

He laughs at your nickname for him, “Hey, gorgeous.” Your heart flutters, knowing that he’s been calling you that for years, but now when he says it, it has new meaning to you. “You alright?” he asks.

You nod, happily, turning to face him, ignoring the task you originally came in here for. “More than alright. The week has been lovely,” you tell him as the two of you walk aimlessly around the lower level of the Burrow. “I can’t thank you enough for letting me stay with you and your family for Christmas. It means the world to me,” you genuinely tell him.

Fred smiles, “Of course. There was no way George and I were gonna let you spend it alone or with some weird family members.” You play with the cuffs of your jumper nervously, a thousand thoughts dancing around in your head about where this conversation was going to go. The two of you come to a halt as Fred speaks, “You mean a lot to me, (Y/N).”

His confession makes your heart speed up. “You mean a lot to me, too, Fred,” you confess to him, looking deep into his eyes. “Truly.”

“I don’t think you quite understand how much you mean to me. You make me feel really happy, (Y/N),” Fred tells you, taking a step closer to him. The two of you were so close that you could hold a magazine between the two of you. You can feel his breath on your cheek as you look up at him, biting your lip gently. “I really don’t know what I would do if we had never met that day at Hogwarts,” he recalls making the two of you chuckle. You remember when you met in the common room, them mid prank on a poor first year student as you had joined in on the prank. From that moment on, Fred was infatuated with you, much to your surprise. “And now we’re on our last year at Hogwarts and I’m just scared that I won’t be able to see you as much as I’d like to.”

Impulsively, you take his hand in yours. “Don’t say that,” you shake your head. “I’ll see you all the time. I’ll make sure of it. I can’t imagine living life without you, Fred, honestly,” you tell him, speaking so raw and genuine from your heart. You wanted to kiss him so badly, comfort him that there was no way he was going to get rid of you. He had you and there was no way that either of you were letting go of the other. You were so deeply connected to other that the notion of losing each other was nauseating.

Fred smiles gently before looking upward, you following his line of sight. Above you dangles a small bunch of mistletoe. Your heart stops and then starts beating impossibly faster. The both of you look back at each other, a little smile dancing on both of your lips. This was a good excuse as ever to share a kiss, you could just blame it on the mistletoe. “Mistletoe,” Fred breathes out with a light laugh, you joining. “I hate breaking traditions,” he teases you as you laugh.

“I hate nothing more than breaking a tradition,” you tease back.

Fred looks at your lips and then back at your eyes, waiting for you to do something. Gently you nod as Fred leans in closer and closer. It was like this whole scene was in slow motion as you both lean in, waiting for your lips to collide gently. You couldn’t believe this was finally happening after years of waiting and longing. You were going to kiss Fred Weasley.

“Oh, sorry,” a voice interrupts you both as you jerk away from each other. “I didn’t know I was interrupting something,” you look over to see Ron awkwardly standing in the doorway before darting away back to the group outside as the group yells at him, Ron yelling back he didn’t know in defense.

Fred huffs, “What a bloody moron.”

The moment was gone. It was over. Your chances of getting that kiss from Fred was gone. You both knew it. The two of you looked at each other sadly as you sighed. You gave him a look that said I wanted you to kiss me. He gives you a sorry look as you just stand there for another moment. “Stupid Ron,” you break the silence, making Fred laugh.

He pulls you into his side, wrapping an arm around you. “Come on, the fire is still burning,” he tells you, walking outside. “I’m not letting you get away so easily, no matter how much of an idiot Ron is,” he whispers in your ear, making you blush. What a flirt.

As you return to the group, everyone stares at you two as you walk back together. “Nothing to see here,” Fred dismisses them all as Ginny groans loudly. Fred pulls you next to him on the loveseat that was outside, not wanting you away from him now that Ron disturbed your moment. “You really are a moron though, Ron.”

Ron furrows his brows and raises his arm in defense. “What’s going on?!” he says, completely confused. Was the boy really this clueless?

“Oh, you’re bloody joking,” George says, throwing a pillow at Ron, everyone joining in, hitting Ron with a pillow, everyone erupting with laughter as Ron tries to defend himself.

Although the moment was ruined between you and Fred, this moment was heartwarming as you all picked on Ron before returning to watching the fire burn out.

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Two days later, Christmas morning rolled around and Ginny jumped on top of you waking you up, excitedly. “Merry Christmas, you animal!” Ginny hugs you as you groan, slowly waking up. “Mum made pancakes and there’s presents downstairs! Come on, (Y/N)!” she pulls your hands up and out of bed.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” you laugh.

Suddenly, every Weasley is up and down the stairs in seconds as everyone takes their usual seats around the table. Arthur proudly shows off his muggle radio and explains that muggles listen to Christmas music this time of year, him tuning it until pleasant music emits from the small box. Molly plates everyone a large stack of pancakes dosed in maple syrup. You watch as Ginny squeals in excitement, sitting herself down next to Harry as you watch with a smile.

“Merry Christmas,” George gives you a hug.

You smile at your best friend and squeeze his torso. “Merry Christmas, Georgie.” He rolls his eyes at the nickname you coined for him as you laugh. You see Fred at the bottom of the stairs as he makes his way to you. “Merry Christmas, Fred,” you smile.

Fred pulls you into his chest for a bear hug as you sigh in him. “Merry Christmas, darling,” he whispers into your hair, placing a gentle kiss on the top. You can’t help, but blush at the gesture before the three of you take your seats at the table. “Pancakes, bacon, eggs, and toast? Merlin, mum, you really pulled out all the stops this year,” Fred teases his mother.

Molly smiles, “This Christmas is special this year so that warrants a special breakfast.” Molly sends a wink your way as she hands you a plate. “Merry Christmas, darling. Eat up.”

Everyone munches on the delicious plate of breakfast food, complimenting Molly on how extraordinary the meal was. And that’s when the presents start to come out. Molly and Arthur hand out presents to each of their children as the impatiently unwrap them. Each Weasley gets a hand knit sweater with their respective initial on them as you giggle as Ron pulls his over his head. It was absolutely adorable that they all had matching sweaters. “And don’t think we forgot about you two,” Molly speaks as she hands you and Harry boxes.

“Oh, you didn’t have to, Molly,” you tell her as she insists to open it. When you open it, you see a navy sweater with your initial on the front. “Oh, I love it!” you cheer. “Thank you so much,” you beam. You really did love it, immediately pulling it over your head to wear it over your pajama top.

Molly claps as you do so. “Now, you’re officially a Weasley. No need to marry Fred anymore,” she teases as Fred nearly spits out his pumpkin juice. “What?” she asks. “Did I say something wrong?” You just blush a wild shade of crimson that matches Ron’s sweater as Fred excuses himself, making George let out a wild laugh.

As if the timing couldn’t be anymore perfect, an owl flies through the window with a letter in its mouth. Arthur gets up and retrieves the letter from the owl before it flies away. “It’s for you, (Y/N),” he smiles, handing you the envelope.

You furrow your brows, not knowing who it could be from. You rip open the seal of the envelope and peel the letter open which reads:

Dearest (Y/N),

Merry Christmas, darling. We miss you so much. We are so upset that we cannot be with you on your favorite holiday. But rest assured that we will see you soon after our trip comes to a close. We have beautiful gifts for you from the places we visited and we cannot wait to give them to you. Paris is truly the most beautiful place on Earth.

We hope that you are having a grand time with the Weasleys. Give them our love and gratitude for hosting you.

We are so proud of you and everything you have done at Hogwarts, love. You are truly remarkable. We love you so much and are so excited to be reunited with you soon.

All the love in the world,

Mum and Dad

XXOO

“It’s from my parents,” you tell the group with a smile as everyone softly smiles. You look at the Polaroid pictures that they attached in the letter. Your parents are smiling in front of the Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triomphe, and the Louvre. “They’re in Paris. They send their love and gratitude to everyone. They said that they love me and miss me and they’re proud of me...” you trail off as tears start to form in your eyes. A lump starts in your throat and you become very sad and embarrassed at how you are reacting. You just miss your parents so much. “I’m sorry could you excuse me for a moment?” you ask as everyone nods, completely understanding how you feel.

You rise from the table and move into another room of the house, letting the tears slowly fall from your eyes. You are sure not to make any sounds, too embarrassed that you’re even crying in the first place. Sucking in a shaky breath, you try to collect yourself, squatting low, burying your head in your hands.

As you breathe in and out shakily, you feel a hand on your back, rubbing it gently. “Hey, shhhhh, come here,” Fred’s voice says as he pulls you into him, as you cry into his jumper that his mum made. “It’s alright, darling, it’s alright.” He sits on the floor as you rest next to him, holding onto him tight as if he would leave you. But Fred wasn’t going anywhere. “I know you miss them, but they are right. They’ll be back so soon. You know that they love you and they’re proud of you. What’s not to be proud of? You’re brilliant,” he tells you, rubbing your back in circling, gently comforting you.

Moment pass and you slowly pull away from Fred, looking at his now tear stained sweater. “Oh, man, I’m a mess,” you wipe your tears away as Fred shakes his head, brushing your hair away from your face. “Sorry about your sweater, I can clean it up.”

“I like it better like this,” he says with a smile. You just laugh at him as you sniffle. “I have something for you,” he tells you as you furrow your brows.

He pulls a small box out of his pocket. You sigh, “Fred, I thought we weren’t buying gifts for each other this year. We said we were saving money to go on a trip after graduation.”

Fred shakes his head, “I couldn’t resist.” You slap his arm teasingly. “Open it.”

You slowly open the small box and your eyes widen. Inside is a small golden locket engraved with beautiful detailing. You open the locket and inside is a picture of you and Fred from last year in the common room, laughing on the couch together. The memory brings an instant smile to your face. This was the sweetest, most thoughtful gift anyone has ever bought for you. “Fred, I don’t have any words. This is beautiful,” you tell him.

“You like it?” he asks, nervously.

“Do I like it?” you laugh. “I love it. Thank you so much,” you tell him. “Could you do the clasp?” you ask, turning around and handing him the necklace. Carefully, Fred places it around your neck and clasps the necklace. You hold the locket in your fingers as you smile at him. “Why did you do this?” you ask, furrowing your brows.

Fred nervously gulps. “Because...” he starts. “You know, (Y/N)...like I said the other night...we’re close and I really cannot see myself without you.”

Your heart flutters as you look around only to recognize that you and Fred are in the same spot as you were the other night from the bonfire. Mistletoe dangles above you again and Fred follows the sightline. He stops talking and looks at you. This time no one was going to stop from you from doing this.

In this instant, you lean in and press your lips to Fred’s, connecting you two in a sweet kiss. At first, Fred is a little shocked, but takes no time in kissing you back, his hand cupping your cheek, pulling you closer to him. You hands cup his face as your lips move in sync with each other. His lips taste of syrup and you smile into the kiss. It just felt so right like this was how your first kiss was supposed to go.

Slowly, you pull away from the kiss, searching his eyes for what he was going to say. But for the first time in forever, Fred is speechless. “I hate breaking traditions,” you tease him, making him chuckle.

Fred shakes his head and kisses you again, this time more excited and passionate. His arms wrap around you, letting you know that you aren’t going anywhere. You were his now and there was no way he was letting you go. Not like you wanted to. This was home. The kiss is gentle, but loving and passionate. Your heart is beating so fast and your mind is reeling. This felt like a dream.

You pull away again from the kiss, pressing your forehead against each other. “Just so you know,” Fred speaks, “I was going to kiss you whether there was or wasn’t mistletoe.” You giggle at his antics, knowing that he was telling the truth. “This does mean you’re my girlfriend now, right?” he asks, genuinely asking, making you laugh.

“I hope so, Weasley,” you tell him. “That’s my present to you.”

He jokingly pumps his fist in the air. He places a quick kiss to your lips again. “Merry Christmas, (Y/N),” he whispers to you.

Smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt, you whisper back, “Merry Christmas, tiger.”

Fred pulls you up from the floor, giving your hands a squeeze. “And now to face the taunting,” he warns you. “Be prepared. But on a brave face. This is just the beginning. You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into dating a Weasley.”

The two of you emerge back into the dining room, hand in hand making Ginny cheer and George stand up, clapping. “It’s a bloody Christmas miracle!” he yells, making you laugh as Ron just sits there, absolutely lost at what is going on, mouth full on pancakes. You blush wildly as Fred pulls you into his arms, kissing your forehead. “Welcome to the family!” George mockingly yells, embracing you and Fred in a dramatic hug.

In this moment, you have never felt more at home. It was the most wonderful Christmas you had ever had and you couldn’t wait for more.

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navalcriminalimagines · 3 years

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Going to the beach with Gibbs+ him seeing reader in a bikini for the first time

i’m sorry this took me that much time! i hope you’ll enjoy it!

warnings : smut

Mexico

you met Leyla and Amira when Leyla’s mother tried to get them back. You immediately hit off with Leyla, talking about difference things, mostly personal. Amira loves you and it didn’t take her long to call you Aunt Y/N. When she asked if you were Uncle Gibbs’ lover, Leyla saw something in your eyes, and she knew.

She is now the only one that knows, or actually the only one you talked about it with. Ever since they went back to Mexico, Leyla keeps telling you to visit them. Seeing the man you love flirting with some lawyer lady, you thought it was the right time to take some time off.

One night, before going home, you gave Gibbs a paper, “What’s this?” he asked, barely looking at the paper.

“I need you to sign it,” you said. “I’m taking a week off, now that our case is over,” Gibbs hummed in answer, and quickly signed the paper, before handed it to you. “Thanks,” you said and you were gone.

The flight didn’t take that much time, you couldn’t wait to get there. Leyla welcomed you with a hug at the airport without Leyla, “so good to see you, Y/N,”

The weather was amazing. Hot and sunny, it took you two days to get tanned. You were having fun with the girls and Mike Franks. The man probably knows something’s up, he keeps teasing you about Gibbs. “I thought he was coming with you,” “He sure is missing something,” he said when he saw you in your bikini.

“Shut up, Franks,” you just answered, with a smile. How do you wish Gibbs was there.

“He’s probably screwing over with that lawyer,” you told Leyla, on the third day. You two were on the beach at night, enjoying the beautiful view and the warm weather.

“I’m convinced he feels things for you,” Leyla told you. “Mike is too,”

Indeed, Mike does think so. That’s why he did everything he could to bring Gibbs to Mexico. On the fifth day, a friday, Franks went to the city and came back two hours later, with Gibbs. You were playing in the ocean with Amira while Leyla was making dinner.

“Gibbs, I’m glad you came,” she hugged him.

“Nice to see you, Leyla,” he smiled. “Where’s my goddaughter?”

“Beach with Y/N,” she winked at him.

Gibbs dropped his bag in one of the bedroom, figuring out just now it was where you were sleeping. There’s no other room in the house. Is he going to share a bed with you? He can’t do that and not making a move. He’s going to sleep on the couch.

He made his way to the beach, seeing barely your head and Amira’s heads out of the water. He saw her jumping on you, trying to drown you playfully. Neither you or Amira saw him coming, until he had his feet on the water. He only had a beach shorts on and sunglasses. Your heart almost stopped when you realized it was him. “Uncle Gibbs,” Amira shouted. He smiled. She tried to run in the water to get to him, he grabbed her and made her spin before hugging and kissing her, “Hey sweetheart! You having fun with aunt Y/N?”

“Yes, i’m trying to drown her! can you help me?” she asked with a big grin.

“I’m waiting for her to greet me first,” he spoke up, making sure you heard it. Your body was still underwater. You stood up slowly, reveling your perfect shaped body, and glowing skin. Gibbs’s heart sunk at this very moment. He watched you walking up to him, Amira still in his arms. He lost all his strength as he stared at you, he had to put the little girl down.

“Hey you,” you said when you were standing right in front of him. “Isn’t that a surprise?”

“H-Hi there,” he managed to say. “Mike invited me. Hope you don’t mind,” he did his best not to look at you from head to toes. You were so beautiful. Your bikini was only hiding what it has to hide. You didn’t have big boobs but it was perfectly shaped for your body. Gibbs imagined for a second what it would be like to touch, hold, caress and kiss them.

“Uncle Gibbs, are you coming in the water or are we going to just stand there?” Leyla said.

He smiled and grabbed you by the waist, putting you over his shoulder like a potato bag. One of his hands softly brushed your firm ass, sending shivers in your spine. “Gibbs! Not my h—“ he threw you in the water. Which was the worst idea. When you got back on your feet, you rise from water like the most beautiful mermaid. “You’ll pay for this,” you said playfully, Amira was still laughing. You looked at her and tried to grab her but Gibbs protected her from you, putting his arm around your chest. You had your back against his chest, skin to skin. You loved it. “Come on sweetie,” he invited Amira to drown you.

The three of you played until Mike called out for you. Dinner was ready, Franks offered a glass of bourbon to Gibbs and a beer to you. You had a really nice dinner all together. Amira quickly fell asleep in your arms, exhausting from playing all day.

Sun was going down, you had a little summer dress, with your bikini still on. The dress didn’t cover much more, Gibbs was enjoying the view. Leyla and Franks agreed to go back inside, leaving you two alone. “Are you having nice vacations?” he asked.

“Amazing. I understand why you wanted to retire here years ago. It’s beautiful and peaceful,” you said, like at the sea and the yellow-orange sky.

“I hope you don’t mind me coming. Mike had been bothering me since monday,” he told you, “I’m leaving on sunday and you can stay a few more days if you want,”

“I’d love to, but it has to stay occasional. Otherwise, I won’t enjoy it as much as I am now,”

A silence built itself between you. As you watched the sea, you thought about a midnight bath with him. How wonderful would it be? Your naked bodies in the water, touching each other, kissing, making out, making love... You were sad he put a t-shirt back on. You loved the early sight on your bare chest, haired as you imagined, strong and shaped like you love. Should you make a move? Is Leyla right? Is he interested? You looked at him from time to time. You noticed he was looking too.

“Water is at the perfect temperature at this hour,” you let him know.

He looked again at you and chuckled. “Need to check that by myself,” he stood up, and offered his hand. You took it and you and Gibbs walked to the sea, hand in hand. He watched taking off your dress, reveling your body again. He needs to get into water before you saw him getting hard. He followed your lead and the two of you got into water.

“It’s not midnight yet but feels like a midnight bath,” you said.

“We aren’t naked,” he answered.

“Yet,” you murmured but he heard and smiled. A short moment after, he showed off his shorts “I am,” he said.

This was no or never. “Give me a hand?” you turned your back at him. Your hair were tied in a messy bun, Gibbs softly went for your bikini’s knot. He undone the first on your neck and the second in your back. You felt his fingers brushing your skin. You felt like you were missing air. You held on your top for a moment, before letting it go on the water. You still had your back to him, and you took off your bottom. “I am, too,” you said.

Neither of you knew what to do for a long moment. Although he couldn’t see it, knowing you were naked made Gibbs semi hard. “You are beautiful, Y/N,” he whispered. You took a step back so your body was against his. it didn’t matter for the water. You felt his cock against your ass. You wanted him more than you ever did. Gibbs gently kissed your neck, shoulder and collarbone. You hummed in content. He made you spin around so you were facing him, he didn’t even looked at your breast, he immediately went to kiss you deeply.

You let access to his tongue in your mouth. One of your hand was in his hair and the other on his chest, while his hands were rubbing your back and ended on your ass. As he grabbed your ass’ cheeks, you moaned in his mouth which made him smile. Gibbs was getting fully hard, his cock slid between your legs. “Don’t want to ruin the mood but I don’t want our first time to be a quickie in the sea,” you said.

“Me neither,” he answered but stopping kissing and touching you was impossible for Gibbs. He grabbed your legs to make them around his waist. He started to walk out off water, until you both became self aware you were completely naked on the beach. The waves took your clothes to opposite sides. You laughed and Gibbs followed you.

After you recollected your things, you put your dress on and told Gibbs to wait for you. You ran to the house, took a blanket and went back to him. You grabbed his hand as you were running, not giving him time to realize he had to run too.

There was a hidden spot further on the beach. You put the blanket on the sand and took off your dress again. Gibbs didn’t give you another second, he picked you up again before laying you down, kissing you passionately.

His erection came back as quickly. “you sure about this?” he asked.

“More than anything,” you kissed him.

His hands were traveling your body. He grabbed one of your breast and caressed it for a moment before moving to the other. Then his mouth found its way to it, and you moaned. He loved the sounds you were making. While he sucked on your nipple, his right hand moved to your pussy, softly touching your bottom lips. He could feel how wet you were, “So wet already,” he smiled against your skin.

“Don’t want—teasing, Jethro. I need you inside of me,” you whispered to his ear.

“Let me enjoy the view first,” he got on his knees, in front of you. He looked for a moment at your naked body, laying there just for him. It was the most beautiful sight he ever saw. Your body was perfect in every way. And the way you looked at him was making him melt. You had love and desire in your eyes. So did he.

“FYI, I’m on birth control,” you let him know. With your hand, you reached for his hard cock but he didn’t let you.

“No teasing you said,” he intertwined his fingers with yours and lined himself with your center. He stoked his cock against your clit a few times before sliding inside of you. The contact made you both growled from pleasure. He laid on you, kissed you and started to thrust. Slow and deeply. He kept the pace for a moment, stopped at a moment when he was at the deepest inside you. You both stared deep in each other eyes, and he went back at it. You were out of words, the feeling was too much. Gibbs was making love to you. He started to go faster, and faster until he felt you were getting close. So was he but there’s no was he was coming before you did.

“I’m gonna cum, J,” you let him know.

“Cum with me, baby,” he said. Gibbs was fucking you as fast as you could until he felt your body tensed against his, your pussy tighten around his cock, and you were telling how much you were loving it, how good he was. That feeling and your words made him cum too. He whispered your name as he came inside of you.

Gibbs stayed for a moment on top of you, both of you catching your breath. He looked at you for a moment, before kissing you. He slid off you and lay to your side. You moved to rest your head on his chest, listening to his fast heartbeat. “Don’t want this to stay in Mexico,” you said.

“Me neither,” he answered.

You and Gibbs were in a such a happy state, you almost fell asleep naked on the beach.

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ahtsumu · 4 years

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hc/scenario with akaashi, oikawa, & atsumu slow dancing to the beat of your hearts, in the quiet stillness of the night. ❤

slow dancing hcs with akaashi, oikawa, and atsumu

genre(s): tooth-rotting fluff

warning(s): nope!

a/n: i hope this is what you were picturing in your mind !! thanks for the request :)

[ akaashi ]

it’s almost midnight when you and akaashi finally step out of the local cinema hand-in-hand, the rom-com you just watched still fresh in your minds

it’s been raining all day and the puddles in the road look more like mirrors reflecting the glow of the streetlamps lining the sidewalk

the two of you live in an apartment just 10 minutes away so you decide to enjoy the beauty of the city at night and the cool evening air by walking home

you’re chattering on about how romantic the male lead in the movie was

and although akaashi’s listening and nodding to everything you say, on the inside he’s like… wait but that guy literally slayed a mf dragon for her?? is that the new standard ????!!

akaashi isn’t very loud with affection in public–– he’s always been the kind of boyfriend who keeps things subtle and prefers to simp out in private–– and because he’s aware of that, now he’s wondering if this is your attempt to tell him to be more open with pda

tbh you don’t really mind since he’s so affectionate when you’re alone but at the end of the day you’re still a sucker for grand romantic gestures and nothing can change that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

anyway it’s been a good 10 minutes that you’ve gushed about this fictional man now, and he’s had e n o u g h

he’s not mad, just kinda jealous irritated

something in him is like “I CAN BE ROMANTIC TOO !!!!! >>:((” but since he’s mr. cool calm and collected, he starts scheming and he actually comes up with a pretty solid plan

ngl he stole it from another rom-com you made him watch LMAO

akaashi starts humming the song from the end credits of the movie you just watched and lifts his arm up, suddenly twirling you under it

which shuts you right up because you’re STUNNED that he’s doing something so sweet like this

and when he sees your entire face light up by this one tiny gesture, he’s like wait why have i never done this before

so, still humming the same tune under his breath, akaashi closes the distance between you, placing his free hand on your upper back

he leads the dance, stepping forward and sideways then backwards again, staring into your eyes with the utmost adoration

you get so lost in your own little world that neither of you realise when the humming has stopped and the two of you are just dancing around pools of silver underneath the streetlamps at midnight to the sound of a city at rest and the gentle drumming of your hearts

[ oikawa ]

a knock at the door at 2 am was the last thing you’d expected that night, placing right behind a follow-back from guy fieri on twitter and the live-action avatar movie being wiped from humanity’s collective memory

thankfully, it’s not an axe-murderer waiting outside your door. through your security panel screen you see your boyfriend standing in the dimly lit hallway with his suitcase beside him, home one day earlier than the day he originally told you

without hesitation, you fling the door open with the widest smile your face can sustain, briefly forgetting how tired you are

“tooru!!”

“hi,” is all he breathes out before he encases your body in a bone-crushing hug

when his arms finally loosen around you, he explains that he came straight to you from the airport instead of stopping at his own place because he couldn’t stand the thought of being without you for another day

and when you tease him for being clingy (he knows you love it though) he huffs and says, “i spent one whole week without you–– you can deal with one night with me” AS IF THAT’S A BURDEN LMAO HE KNOWS IT ISN’T

after you let him into your apartment he rolls his suitcase off to the side before plopping down on the sofa with a groan

“c’mere, babe,” he murmurs, stretching his arms out in your direction

you try to pull him off the sofa and make him shower so that the two of you can go tf to bed–– you can tell he’s tired by the bags under his eyes

but once he’s upright, he snakes his arms around you and pulls you into his chest, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck

“but i missed you so much :( i don’t wanna go to sleep just yet”

“then what do you have in mind bc it’s 2 am tooru i’m not going to make couples’ tiktoks with you like last time”

but his original train of thought vanishes and all of a sudden he’s Vulnerable Oikawa™ because it’s Sad Boi Hours

“i miss you every time we have to leave to play a game”

“i know”

“and even when we’re in the same country i miss you”

“…”

“i’d miss you a lot less if you moved in with me”

you are s p e e c h l e s s

moving in together is something that you guys have always discussed but no one’s ever said it with so much conviction

obviously you want to say yes IMMEDIATELY but also you wanna make him sweat a bit

so you say, “hmmm i don’t see the appeal” with a cheeky cheeky grin

“for starters,” he says with a chuckle, interlacing one hand with yours and pressing the other against the small of your back, “we’d be able to slow dance all night”

just fyi you melt

time flies right by as you two spin in circles slowly around your living room, the only light in the apartment coming from silvery moonlight pouring through the windows, the last sounds heard throughout the apartment being a gentle “yes”, a relieved chuckle, and then a kiss

[ atsumu ]

“sorry i ruined prom for ya”

you remain silent atop the hood of his car with your out-of-focus gaze on the city below, legs swinging back and forth lightly

“y/n?” atsumu leans forward, resting one arm on the opened car door and the other on the roof. “ya there?”

finally, with an uneven voice, you say, “it wasn’t your fault”

atsumu sighs and, although his ego is like don’t you dare do it don’t–– he reluctantly says, “i shouldn’t have shoved him into the punch fountain”

at that, you look over your shoulder, meeting his gaze for the first time since the two of you were thrown out of the neon-lit, streamer-littered gymnasium in a spectacularly mortifying manner

“it wasn’t your fault,” you say again, but this time you actually mean it because you aren’t sad that your prom experience has been ruined by your best friend shoving your prom date into the punch fountain… you’re sad that you even agreed to go with said prom date in the first place

because then, you think wistfully, fighting the urge to look backwards, maybe–– just maybe–– you could’ve gone with someone else

suddenly you hear atsumu rummaging around in his car and seconds later, the faint sound of a guitar strumming pulses gently through the speakers

as he steps out from the driver’s seat, he cups his hands to his mouth and announces in his best impression of your PE teacher and prom chaperone for the night, “ATTENTION STUDENTS! this is the last slow song of the night so don’t miss yer last chance to dance with that special someone”

and then he’s standing just inches away from you with his hand stretched out between you, brown eyes peering hopefully into yours

“well... ya heard the guy”

and you’re like “what?” special someone?

“stop bein’ a blockhead and do me the honour of lettin’ me have this dance,” atsumu teases with a smile on his face but on the inside he’s like omg... am i rlly being rejected rn

your heart is about to COMBUST but you somehow keep it together and slide your hand into his with a completely lovesick grin

he pulls you off the hood of his car, tenderly cradling your head against his chest in one hand and wrapping the other one around your waist

the two of you stay with your bodies intertwined, gently swaying against the backdrop of the city below with your head tucked into his neck, even after the song fades into nothing, even after the nighttime breeze raises goosebumps on your skin, even after the only sound that can be heard in the clearing of the hill is your two heartbeats syncing into one

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copias-thrall · 4 years

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Worth

Things have been Not Great, so I wrote an angsty Mary fic to cope.

FYI: this is not a lighthearted, heart-of-gold Mary fic. He’s kind of an asshole, and there are some heavy themes.

*brief domestic abuse (not Mary); angst; recreational drug use*

It happened after an impromptu party at her place.

The bars had closed, but no one was ready to stop—so everyone had grabbed some beers and snacks from the all-nighter and headed back to her place. Friends of friends were called, and suddenly at 4am there were maybe 30 people in the cramped 3 bedroom in a run-down house she shared, complete with a DJ and speakers. They'd partied even after the sun came up, too drunk or high to give a shit.

When she passed out around 11am, there were still 10 or so people grinding on each other or playing a slapped-together game of beer pong in the living room.

Waking up at 4pm had been a disconcerting experience, but at least she wasn't too hungover. She’d shuffled out to the living room to assess the damage (lots of trash, but fortunately no irreparable damage)—and that's when she heard noises in the kitchen.

She’d made her way there and saw a skinny punk boy with floppy hair and smeared makeup making eggs on her stove. Upon her arrival, he’d turned and said,

“Oh, hey. You want some?”

And that’s how she became friends with Mary.

***

He was suddenly around all the time.

Sometimes he’d show up early evening with a 6-pack, and the two of them would smoke weed, or play video games, or she’d listen to him pontificate about the musical artist of the week he was mainlining before he left to troll the bars.

Sometimes he’d show up on her couch in the morning, sleeping off the night before, and she’d have to coax him up with coffee and the promise of bacon before he stumbled back out into the world to do whatever it was that Marys do during the daytime.

For a while he became something of an unofficial roommate to everyone—sometimes bringing supplies, other times eating what wasn’t his; sometimes leaving a mess of dishes in the sink, other times taking out the trash—but always her friend first.

That all changed the night one of her roommates gave the couch to a friend from out-of-town. There’d been a soft knocking at her door, and then Mary was slipping into her room.

“Hey.”

“You mind if I sleep on your floor?”

She’d looked down at the space rug that she hadn’t vacuumed in months.

“I don’t mind scooting over. But you have to lose some layers. I don’t want your denim pressing into me all night.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.”

He’d hesitantly stripped down to a t-shirt and boxers before sliding into the space she’d made for him. There’d been some jostling, but Mary had kept his hands to himself.

The friend had finally left the couch, but Mary never left her bed.

Now when he needed a place to crash, he crawled in through her window in the middle of the night to slip into bed with her. (And maybe there was some snuggling—but two friends sharing a twin was perfectly normal, right?) He suddenly seemed to prefer hanging out in her room—chilling cross legged on her mattress as he packed a bowl or they cued up a movie on Netflix—only showing his face in the common rooms anymore when there was food to be had.

Her other roommates even remarked on his lack of presence, to which she’d shrugged. He was her friend, after all.

One morning changed everything.

She’d woken up from a steamy sex dream still unsatisfied—still wet and throbbing between her legs. Half awake, she’d mewled in frustration and rolled onto her stomach, hand reaching down between her body and the bed so she could rock into it.

“Um.”

At the sound of Mary’s voice, she’d frozen. Suddenly fully awake, she’d snatched her hand back up, scrambled to the other side of the bed, and plastered herself against the wall.

“I was just! It wasn’t! I didn’t know …”

Mary was lying stock still, face flushed and very obviously affected. Seeing where her gaze had landed, his hands had flown to cover his erection.

“Uh. Sorry. But you were … you know.”

She’d quickly gone from mortified to fascinated.

“That … turned you on?”

His blush deepened.

“Well … yeah.”

“Why?”

He’d gone to gesture, remembered his predicament, didn’t.

“You were touching yourself. I mean. I thought maybe you were having a nightmare and then …” He’d shrugged. “Kinda hot.”

“You thought it was hot? Even though it’s me?” She didn’t think someone like Mary could find someone like her attractive. That’s why he’d never hit on her, right?

“Even though you’re my friend?”

“Because I’m. Me.” She’d swept her hands up and down her body.

He’d rolled onto his side and carefully arranged the sheets to cover him. She’d watched as his hand reached out to rest on her knee.

“You’re very attractive.”

She’d scoffed at him. “I have a mirror. You don’t need to patronize me.”

His hand had scooted up to her thigh, and he’d looked up at her. Her heart had begun to pound just as all the blood that wasn’t already between her legs rushed through her ears.

“Do you … want me … to show you how attractive I find you?”

His hand had slowly traveled up the leg, and was now resting on her sweaty inner thigh. Adrenaline was coursing through her—making it hard to verbalize her need for him to keep going—so when she’d opened her mouth, all that had come out was a whimper. Still looking up at her, Mary had pressed his thumb with unnerving accuracy into her clit.

Like it had been a release valve, she’d let out a long whine as her body opened up. His thumb had continued to pet at her clit through her dampening panties, and she’d rocked into his touch, legs splaying wide.

And maybe it was because she’d been so worked up already. Or maybe it was because it had been so long since someone else had touched her. Maybe it was the dangerous expression on Mary’s face … but she’d cum in no time—her clit bubbling as she twitched and groaned to each pulsing wave.

Before she’d had time to come down—or feel embarrassed—Mary was on her, all previous attempts at modesty gone as he’d pressed his hard-on into her thigh.

“Can I fuck you?” he’d mouthed into her neck.

Her first instinct had been to tell him “yes” … but it had been so long since anything bigger than a finger had been in her, and she’d hesitated. Feeling her tense, Mary had backed off.

“Or, I could just jack off.”

“No—I …” she’d wiggled around and kicked off her sticky panties. “Thighs ok?”

Mary had eagerly pressed into her back. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s great. Wanna feel how wet you are.”

There had been some wiggling around on his part—to divest himself of his boxers, she’d supposed—and then she’d felt as his dick eased between her closed thighs. He’d grunted, and then his arms came around her: one held her hips steady while he thrust, the other grazed and pinched at her nipples through her nightshirt.

“So hot,” he’d said as his lips smeared down her neck. “Wanted you for a while.” They came back up to press behind her ear.

All she’d been able to manage in return was a gasp as his clever fingers worked at her body—his free hand grazing her nipples and his steadying hand slipping down to rub at her clit again. Panting, he’d brought her to climax once more before clutching her tightly to him so he could finally pump himself to release as well.

Wheezing into her shoulder, Mary’s hips had finally stuttered, and he’d let out a breathy moan right before she’d felt the wetness of his cum start to drip down her thighs. Languidly, he’d rocked his hips as he worked himself through the aftershocks; then,his arms had loosened their hold, and he’d sighed before placing a quick kiss to the back of her neck.

“Good?”

Her head was spinning, and she’d murmured out a “Yeah.”

He’d shifted around, his arms withdrawing from her space.

“C’mon, let’s go back to sleep. Still early.”

“But the mess …” she’d begun, but he’d just pulled her onto his chest.

“Later.”

Mary had fallen asleep immediately, but she’d lain awake wondering what whatever the fuck had just happened meant.

***

Neither of them really talked about it later, but Mary had stopped showing up just to hang. Instead, she’d leave her window open, and most nights he’d crawl through her window in the AM and stick around for breakfast. A fresh box of condoms (since the existing ones in her underwear drawer were 5yrs old) and a few solo practice sessions later had her back on the horse. Mary had relished the full access to her body, delighting in fucking her lazily while he played her body—his mouth sucking on all the right spots while his hands and fingers teased at her other erogenous zones.

He always made sure she came before he did—often multiple times—before finally letting loose and using her body to get off. He always seemed so desperate for it, and she was happy to let him use her—afterward contently sighing into his chest while basking in the afterglow as his arms wrapped around her. It was nice to be wanted, to be touched—even if she missed the part where the two of them drank shitty beer and talked shit while gaming.

When she voiced her regret to her roommate, they had just rolled their eyes at her.

“Have you been out of the game that long? He was courting you then. That’s just how men are. Don’t worry about it.”

So, she tried not to.

***

It’s one of those nights she feels the stirring to go out. She tries to coax one of her roomies to come with her, but they all beg off with the excuse of work in the morning.

“I do too! We don’t have to stay super late!”

But they remain unmoved.

So, she shimmies into the dress that makes her feel the best about herself, pust her face on, and goes out for a drink.

The bar is moderately crowded when she gets there, and she makes a beeline for the electronic jukebox, determined to get some of her bops into the queue so maybe she’ll even get to hear them before she leaves.

Satisfied, she approaches the bar to order a chocolate porter. And hey, wait!—she recognizes that shape across the bar! As her eyes adjust, she's even more certain that it’s Mary. A smile breaks out on her face—she can’t wait to surprise him after she gets her beer.

Pint glass in hand, she makes her way through the bodies to the other side of the bar to where Mary is talking to the pink-haired woman next to him. He’s so engrossed that he doesn’t notice her standing in front of him. In fact, it’s the woman he’s talking to who notices her first.

“Um, hello?” says Pink Hair.

“Oh. I … just wanted to say hi to Mary.”

Mary looks over at her, but his expression is guarded.

“Oh, hey.”

“Hey!”

Pink Her takes an exaggerated sip of her cocktail.

“Did you need something? Because I’m kinda busy here,” he says.

She can feel her smile fall. “Oh. O-ok. I just thought …”

“Look, I’ll catch you later or something, ok?”

Her stomach turns to ice. “Oh, um. Ok, sure.” She starts to say that she’ll be here for a bit, but he’s already turning back around, a smile breaking on his face just for Pink Hair as his hand goes to res on the woman’s knee.

As she stiffly walks away, she hears Pink Hair say, “Who was that?” and Mary respond, “Just some girl who follows me around. You know how it is.”

On autopilot—heart making a rapid tattoo against her ribs—she makes her way to an open high-top. Her good mood has evaporated like water during a scorcher. The sensible thing to do would be to go home—but she hates herself, so she stands there, nursing her beer and trying to make it look like she’s not zeroed in on Mary and his … friend? No need to think the worst. Maybe Pink Hair’s having a rough day and Mary’s listening to her. He’s good like that.

Her bubble of delusion pops when she sees him lean in to kiss Pink Hair’s neck. When his mouth meets the woman’s, her heart officially drops into her stomach … but for some reason she can’t seem to look away. She feels an almost destructive need to make herself see this.

The two of them make out for a bit before Mary puts a bill on the bar and they start to make their way to the exit. For half a second Mary’s eyes catch hers across the bar … and then they slide away, his hand on the small of Pink Hair’s back as they leave together.

She watches the door for a long time after they disappear. She wonders if she’s going to be sick.

Beer unfinished, she sluggishly makes her way to the door, no longer interested in a night out. As she walks home in a daze, she keeps replaying the entire thing over and over in her head to the extent that she walks half a block past her apartment.

Her roommates are still up when she makes it inside, but she just mumbles out a “Hey” and goes straight to her room. For several minutes she just stands there, unsure of the next action to take: change clothes? smash things? brush her teeth? cry?

She ends up walking over to her window. Instead of lifting the pane open, she makes sure it’s closed all the way before thumbing the latch to locked. To make a further statement, she pulls her curtains shut. Mechanically, she undresses and crawls into bed—she'll brush her teeth in the morning.

It’s only because she's still awake—her brain unable to shut off—that she hears it: little plinks. At first she wonders if it’s raining, and then she realizes something is hitting the window pane. A glance at her clock tells her it’s 3:56am.

Even though she already knows what she'll find, she sloughs over to the window and parts the curtains. There’s Mary in his leather jacket, arm raised as if to throw another pebble. He grimaces at her, then motions for her to open the window.

But she's just some girl, so she closes the curtains again and gets back into bed.

As she lays there, a horrible thought passes through her brain: Is this how it always is? He always shows up around the same time every night. Has … has he been coming to her after he’s had his way with his stunning girl du jour? Is she just a warm bed to sleep in after they kick him out? How many times has she been sloppy seconds? Was he even attracted to her, or were those just pretty words to keep him in her bed?

Rolling over for the hundredth time, she thinks about how he always fucks her with her back pressed into him. She'd always thought it was nice—cuddled up close to Mary, his hands free to touch her everywhere … but now she wonders if it was so he didn’t have to look at her, so he could pretend she was the girl he’d just left.

Well. No more.

The next several days crawl. Her roommates give her a wide berth, waiting for her to say something … or not. Every night around 4am, she hears the telltale plink of detritus hitting her window, but she doesn't show her face again.

She wishes he’d just go away.

And then he does, and she wishes she knew what she wanted.

***

She never does say anything to her roommates, but with her mood and the lack of a Mary Goore, they put two-and-two together. They arrange movie nights with vodka and popcorn; they drag her out to clubs that play booty music; they snarl at any man who dares approach her.

She'd never met Mary before her house party, and now it’s like she can’t go to a bar without running into him. The first couple of times, her friends and roommates had barred him from interacting with her with hissed words and thinly-veiled threats, and he’d backed off. But as the leeway around The Event wears off, she eventually has to tell him to fuck off herself.

“But I just want to …”

“No. We’re done, Mary.”

“But—”

“Go away. Or I’m gonna grab a bouncer.”

She feels like she already knows what he’s going to say, anyway, and she’s already exhausted. While she never assumed he was her boyfriend, she had assumed they were exclusive. But: it’s not like the two of them ever talked about what they were, so he has her there … and she can’t help feel like he got away on a technicality on that point. Even before he started sharing her bed and then fucking her, Mary was crashing at her place on the reg. Was it so outlandish to think he wasn’t working his way through half the scene before crawling into bed with her?

And what good can he say about the cruel way he’d dismissed her? Perhaps even going out of his way to show her exactly what she meant to him?

As if she were nothing.

Some. Girl.

No. She has nothing more to say to Mary Goore.

***

Mary finally takes the hint. Now when she sees him out, he sends her looks, but doesn’t attempt to talk to her anymore. She knows all she needs to know anyway when she sees him still consistently leaving with a hottie on his arm.

So it’s with some surprise to her that he tries again in a way that takes her completely off guard.

It’s late in the evening, and for once she doesn't see Mary skulking about the bar she's at. A woman approaches her table and asks if she can talk to her. She thinks maybe the woman needs help, or likes her shoes or something—If she'd known what the woman was about, she'd have never agreed.

“What’s up?” she asks when the two of them are alone at a free high-top in the corner.

“I’m one of Mary’s friends, and—”

She scoffs and makes to go, but the woman rests a hand on her arm.

“No! Wait, hear me out.”

The woman’s eyes plead, and—against her better judgement—she stays.

“You’re not going to convince me of anything.”

“Just listen, ok?”

She folds her arms.

“Look, Mary’s really sorry. He’s really torn up about it. You don’t even—”

“I don’t give a shit about how he feels.”

The woman swallows. “He really does feel awful about the misunderstanding, and—”

“No,” she hisses, making a cut off motion with her arm. The woman’s mouth clicks shut. “Fine, I get it—I shouldn’t have assumed I was the only one he was fucking. That’s on me, I guess. But there was no misunderstanding. He wasn’t confused when he pretended I was just some sad little girl mooning after him. And I don’t know if he saw sex with me as repayment for giving him a place to crash or if my spreading my legs for him just an added bonus.” She's pretty sure her face is purple at this point. "But I seriously doubt he didn’t understand that fucking one person and then leaving to fuck another in the same night is not acceptable—especially without telling them.”

“I … he—”

“So I don’t care how many sympathetic friends he gets to do his dirty work, I’m fucking done with him. He can find another warm body to dupe. He certainly doesn’t lack options.” She starts to walk away and then turns back. “This isn’t some version of hard to get. I want him to leave me alone.”

***

She meets Benny at a friend of a friend’s house party. He’s … ok. Kind of pompous and into himself—but charismatic and funny. And if she wasn’t looking to fill the Mary-Shaped void (instead of waiting for it to close on its own) she probably would have just tossed his number. But he focuses his wattage on her, and his eyes take in her body like it’s a treat, so she thinks: what the hell?

As a boyfriend he’s … ok. He takes her out on dates and buys her small trinkets—so she purposefully overlooks that he has to have his own way. And when she’d been upfront about looking for exclusivity, he’d said they both were both on the same page. So what if he has the tendency to talk over her? It’s not like it’s forever.

In bed he’s … ok. Not exactly a thoughtful dynamo, but he touches her body and meets her eyes during sex—and that’s more than she's had in a while. So what if he sometimes makes little comments about what a catch he is and how lucky she is? It’s not like anyone else is asking to be put on her dance card.

He’s not Mary—but what had Mary been, really? Some guy who’d trespassed on her hospitality because she’d been so starved for contact that she confused gratitude for affection.

It’s inevitable that they run into Mary at a bar—she’s surprised it hadn’t happened sooner—but that doesn’t mean she has to like it.

She and Benny are at the bar eating rubbery burgers and decent fried pickle chips with a pitcher of beer to wash it all down when she looks across the bar and catches Mary glowering at her. She ignores him, and she resolves to put him out of her mind.

Her resolution is blown to shit when she comes back from the bathroom and she sees Mary on a stool next to Benny.

“… you hardly have to do anything. Oh hey, babe.”

“Hey.” She climbs back up onto her stool.

He turns to her. “This is—wait for it—Mary.”

Mary’s eyes bore into hers. She sticks her hand across Benny.

“Hi, Mary. Nice to meet you.”

He limply takes her hand, gives it a shake, then lets go.

“I’m gonna hit the head. Try not to talk about me,” says Benny with a wink.

When he’s well out of earshot, Mary lays into her.

“Are you fucking serious with this guy?”

“What’s it to you?” She pops a pickle chip into her mouth.

“He’s an asshole. He was just telling me he dates girls like you because you’re so grateful for the attention that you’ll accept anything.”

She's a little stung that Mary thinks of her as ugly too—some part of her had been holding onto the scrap that maybe Mary hadn’t been lying about finding her attractive.

She continues to graze the pickles.

“Well, I am grateful, Mary. I’m not like you; I don’t have people lined up around the block waiting to fuck me. I was grateful you were willing to fuck me, and I’m grateful he likes touching me.” She locks her gaze with his. “At least he isn’t ashamed to be seen with me in public.”

Mary’s mouth opens and closes like a fish. Benny’s reappearance interrupts his attempt to form a coherent retort.

"Getting acquainted, I see.”

“Sure,” she says.

“No, that’s good.” He turns to grin at her. “See, Mary here came over to express his …” Benny sucks his teeth and gives her a once over. “Interest in what a … healthy-looking girl you are.”

She squints in confusion as Mary’s face shows open shock.

“That’s not what I …” Mary sputters.

Benny puts his hand over hers.

“Do you think we could accommodate him, babe?”

“What?” she spits out as Mary tries to back away as much as he can while still sitting.

Benny looks at Mary and then at her with a knowing glance. His hand comes up to brush at her cheekbone.

“What would you think about me watching him fuck you?”

If it were any other guy, she might have thrown her drink on Benny—but any disgust she feels toward him seems to be overridden by the opportunity to get in a jab at Mary. Glancing over, she pretends to assess him.

“No,” she says with as much haughtiness as she can muster. “He looks like a hobo. I don’t want to catch fleas.”

Mary actually has the audacity to look hurt.

“Well, let it never be said I couldn’t take a hint.”

He slides off the stool and walks away.

“Hey, wait—she didn’t mean …” sputters Benny.

They watch in silence as he exits the bar.

Benny turns to her. “Why the fuck would you say something like that?”

“Why would you?” she retorts as she crams the last of the burger into her maw.

The mood effectively killed, they pay and head out.

The walk back to his place is a quiet one, both of them annoyed at the other for very different reasons. Once in his apartment, she's barely hung up her coat before Benny is laying into her.

“What that fuck was that back there, huh? Do you know how embarrassing that was for me?”

She rolls her eyes at him.

“My ‘gratitude’ has limits, Benny.”

The slap comes out of nowhere. More of an open-handed punch, really. She goes stumbling backwards, momentarily stunned. When her hand touches her face, it comes away with blood from a split lip. When she looks up, Benny is looking at her coldly, but calmly.

“You hit me,” she says, incredulous.

“I think I’ve been really good about restraining myself until now. You know how you are.”

It should say something that she's more annoyed that Mary was right about wasting her time on an asshole like Benny than she is in fear of him.

She grits her teeth.

“We’re fucking done, Benny.”

His face contorts in a journey of annoyance, disbelief, and irritation.

“You think anyone else is going to want you? Just look at you. You’re lucky to have me.”

“Mary wanted me,” she says.

“What?”

“The guy at the bar. For the record, I’ve already fucked him, and he might have bedbugs, but he’s a much better lay.”

Benny, face red, crowds into her space. “Are you really trying to provoke me right now?”

“You’re right. I’m actually leaving.”

“Bitch, you think—” he moves to grab her wrists, but she pushes him, hard.

He stumbles back and trips over his rug, landing on his ass. It would be comical except for the dark look he gives her. Feeling a sudden lance of fear, she goes for the door, knocking the end table over as an extra obstacle for him. She wastes precious seconds yanking hard at her coat as she flees—hearing it tear somewhere as it pulls free—since her phone and her wallet are in the pockets.

She catches a glimpse of him just getting to his feet yelling, “You fucking cunt,” as she slams the door behind her. Heart pounding, she runs up a flight of stairs, hoping to fake him out—but his door slams open just in time for him to see her.

“You never had it so good!” he screams as he climbs after her.

She chances running down the hall on the next floor to get to the back stairwell, but she’s not quick enough. “If you leave don’t expect me to take you back,” she hears as she practically vaults down the next flight. Instead of continuing or booking it back to the main stairwell, she sprints to the turn in the hall and stops—back pressed against the wall, hand across her mouth as she pants.

Benny’s footfalls stop as he reaches the landing to his floor then pause. She can hear him let out a Fuck, and she tenses—ready to claw if he comes around the corner—but he continues on down the hall. It sounds like he searches the main stairwell again, but it’s hard to tell.

She remains there, getting her breathing back under control and listening intently for the telltale sounds he’s checking the back stairs again … but so far: nothing. As she waits to make sure Benny isn’t going to chase after her, she has time to think about what she'd said to goad him. Part of her wonders if she didn’t have it good with Mary after all; the more reasonable part reminds herself that she deserves better than either of them—even if that means no one.

Finally, she hears him stomping and cursing, and then the slam of his door. Even so, she still waits—playing repeating songs over in her head—before craning her head around the L of the hall. Seeing nothing suspicious, she carefully slinks to the back stairs, lightly tiptoeing down them until she reaches the emergency exit. Uncaring about an alarm, she slams it open, making her way into the cooling night air.

She runs all the way home, never stopping to even put on her coat.

***

For months she’d kept her bedroom window closed and locked—not wanting to give Mary the impression that an open window was an invitation—but after his attempts had stopped with his friend’s plea, she'd felt comfortable cracking it open again.

Which is why several days after the incident with Benny, Mary can once again climb through her window. He scares the bejesus out of her—part of her half-asleep brain convinced it’s Benny here to enact retribution.

Something in her eyes must convey her alarm because he blurts out, “Hey, hey—it’s just me.”

She's relieved until she remembers how pissed at him she is.

“What the fuck, Mary.”

“Sorry.”

She sits up in bed and turns on her bedside lamp.

“Are you fucking kidding me? What about my memo didn’t you get?”

He rubs the back of his neck.

“I know—I’m sorry. I just. I wanted to make sure you were ok.”

“Because I obviously must be wasting away without a dick to fill me?”

He gives her a strange look.

“No. Because of …” He makes a flapping gesture with his hand.

“Because of … what? First word? Sounds like?”

His brows furrow.

“Shit. You don’t know.”

She rubs at her eyes. “It’s fucking late, Mary. Help me out.”

“May I?” he asks as he goes to sit on the edge of her bed.

“No,” she hisses, and he pops back up.

He teeters awkwardly before turning it into a lean against her dresser.

“Benny’s been around. Saying shit.”

“Lemme guess: he’s been talking shit about putting me in my place with a firm hand or something? Maybe that he broke up with me because I’m pathetic? Neither of which are true, by the way.”

Mary actually looks nervous.

“Um. Kinda. But it’s …”

“What?” she snaps.

He takes a deep breath.

“He’s been saying that he found out you were cheating on him so he ‘taught you a lesson’ by ‘destroying your ass’ before kicking you to the curb. He, um. Described it in great detail.”

She stares at Mary, stunned.

“What?”

He rubs his neck again, unable to meet her eyes.

“It’s just. His accuracy … I had to make sure you were ok.”

She realizes she’s balling her fists in her sheet, so she unclenches.

“Oh,” she says. “Well, thanks. I guess.”

“So you are? Ok?”

She rubs her face with her hands.

“I mean, he hit me, but—”

“What?” barks Mary as he looks up at her sharply.

“Yeah. He was pissed I declined to let you fuck me in front of him, so he slapped me. I told him to fuck off and left.”

Mary goes to examine her face before he remembers she's no longer his to touch.

“Sorry,” he mumbles as he backs away again.

“I’m fine, Mary. Just a split lip. Practically healed. You didn’t even notice it.”

“Well, you’re light’s fucking dim. You didn’t even notice …” He trails off.

“Notice what, Mary?”

“Nothing.”

“Notice. What?”

He sighs and holds out his hands. She sees immediately that his knuckles are bruised and bloody.

“Mary! Your hands!”

Before she can stop herself, she shoots up and grabs his hands to examine the damage.

“What happened?”

“Do you really want to know?”

She squints up at him, feeling like she already knows the answer.

“Tell me.”

He sighs.

“True or not, I just couldn’t let that douche talk shit about you in public. I wasn’t the only one, either, you know—you have more friends that you think you do. A couple of us … drove home that he needed to shut the fuck up and move on.”

She hates that she feels thankful, but she is.

And then he has to go and ruin the moment by saying, “I’m not really boyfriend material, you know.”

She lets his hands go.

“That’s such a fucking cop out, Mary. An excuse to keep you from responsibility.”

He makes a frustrated noise.

“I have friends and I have people I fuck. I’m not …. I don’t have friends I fuck.”

The old feelings of righteous indignation flare up.

“Then why? We could have written off that first morning as a one off. Laughed about it as half-asleep shenanigans. Why keep fucking me?”

His head thunks back against the wall.

“Because I was fucking selfish, ok? Sleeping next to you for weeks without touching you was a special kind of torture. I didn’t think I could go back to that. And I wanted … I wanted you to feel good. That’s what I’m good at: making people feel good. You think that you’re this troll who’s lucky if someone looks at you, and I needed to show you that you’re not. Just because you don’t see it doesn’t mean you aren’t hot, ok? Your problem isn’t that you’re ‘ugly’—it’s that you refuse to believe anyone could be into you. You miss what’s right in front of you—and I don’t even mean me.”

Her lather gets up.

“Well, congrats: you did, you asshole. You made me feel like I could be worth something. You came by and talked to me about shit and slept in my bed and touched me like I wasn’t a gross beach ball. And then you,” tears suddenly well in her eyes, “and then you treated me like trash. You tell me you wanted to show me I was worth something, but then you treated me like I was some delusional fangirl—like you weren’t coming here and fucking me every night—so you could go home with a fucking goth model. You made sure you weren’t even subtle. Was I ever more than just the after party, Mary? Some place to slink to after the main event so you didn’t have to go home?”

Piece said, she scrubs her eyes and sniffles at Mary. He only stares back at her as the minutes start to tick by uncomfortably.

Just when she's given up on getting a response from him, he says,

“I just assumed you understood who I was.”

She waits for more. Anything else.

But that’s it. That’s all he has to say.

“I didn’t, but I do now,” she says tiredly. “And I deserve better than your paltry offering.”

Again, he has the audacity to look hurt.

She settles herself back into her covers.

“I appreciate you beating the shit out of Benny, but I really do wish you’d leave me alone. My open window just means I’d like some fresh air.”

“I—”

“Leave,” she hisses as she drapes her arm over her eyes.

It takes a moment, but then she hears Mary shuffle over to the window and scramble out of it.

And then all she hears is the wind blowing through the trees.

Epilogue

And that could be the end of it.

It certainly feels like the end of the 2yr entanglement with Mary Goore. He seems to disappear from her life just as suddenly as he arrived. Everyone around her vows to hate him on principle even if she suspects a few of them still smoke with him.

One of her roommates moves out, and one that she ends up hating moves in.

She gets a new job, and has a brief affair with a colleague that ends in tears when he realizes he actually is ready to marry his ex.

Once or twice she Googles Mary, but he has zero social media presence—just a few blurry, red-eyed pics of him with other people from the scene.

She moves into a place with another girl from work.

Two of her friends get married to each other.

She pays off her student debt and buys a modest place.

Occasionally she hears mention of one of his shenanigans, but never anything substantial. Never anything about his lovers.

More of her friends get married.

She finds herself missing the days when she could do casual shots with roommates and still be fresh for work the next day.

She dates every asshole her dating app has to offer before deleting them all and buying some very nice toys.

Sometimes she goes out to her old haunts and watches the social shit show with fondness.

Mary becomes like that song: someone she used to know.

Until …

He isn’t.

It’s in that Japanese coffee shop of all places that she finally sees him—the man behind the myth—again. She’s tapping away at her laptop, latte in hand, when she sees him in line. At first, she doesn’t even think it’s him.

She thinks, “Huh. That dude looks like Mary Goore.” But the longer she stares, the more she realizes that it is Mary Goore.

Mary used to be a skinny-ass noodle boy. His hair was always greasy and flaky with product. Even when clean, his clothes were covered in stains and holes. His leather jacket was dull with half the lining ripped away, and his Docs were covered in black duct tape. Under his makeup, his face was handsome, but covered in acne.

This … man is still very slender, but his shoulders have broadened, and she thinks she can detect a little potbelly. His hair is still styled, but it looks clean. He looks clean. His leather jacket looks lived in, but is still shiny. The black jeans are still molded onto his legs … but the only rips are at his knees and—unlike the only pair she ever saw him wear—don’t look like they’d ooze oil if you pressed hard. The ends are tucked into boots that—while scuffed—aren’t cracked or peeling. When he turns to stare absently at the wall, she can see that his face has filled out a bit, but the makeup is more subtle—still white in pallor, but instead of clunky skull accents, his eyes and cheeks are sleek and contoured.

The old feeling of longing stirs in her gut.

It’s why, stupidly, instead of being satisfied with just this glimpse, she says (in a hesitant, wavering voice), “Mary?” after he gets his order. She doesn't know why she does this to herself. It’s not like she wants to hear about his marriage or his kids. Or worse—how he’s still giving it away for free like that’s all he’s worth.

Despite various diets and exercise regimes, she's only grown more womanly—but she's learned that what Mary told her all those years ago was truth: she was the only thing cockblocking herself.

To-go cup in hand, he swivels his head this way and that, trying to find the source of his name. His gaze glosses right over her, and she doesn't quite have the courage to call out to him again. But then his eyes land on her and focus—and then he breaks out in a huge grin that opens up his whole face, that shows the fine lines his placid look was hiding.

“Oh my god. Is that you?”

She blushes and nods. He saunters over and half sits against the opposite stool. His eyes travel her up and down. She’s only a little self-conscious that he’s managed to glow-up while she's merely discovered the miracle of a tailor and Vaseline.

“You look great,” he says in a soft voice.

She waves away the compliment. “Look at you! Did you go into modeling or something?”

He snorts at her. “I—well … I guess there’s a lot of shit you wouldn’t know; a lot of shit I didn’t want to tell you. Anyway—long, boring story—after I got kicked out of my living situation, I ended up rooming with a bunch of drag queens.” He shrugs, but there’s a half smile on his face. “I was kind of their pet project for a while.”

She mirrors his expression. “That would only happen to you.”

“So how’s—” “Are you—”

Both of them chuckle nervously. Mary makes a “go on” motion.

As she wet her lips, her eyes flick to where his left hand is wrapped around his cup. No ring.

“I believe this is the part where I inquire after the health of a … uh … girlfriend?”

Subtle.

Mary’s half smile becomes whole.

“Oh, ah. Not one of those. Or the other kind. Not for a while, anyway.” He shrugs. “And … you?” he says carefully. “Husband? Kids?”

She feels her face flush, and she looks down.

“No, nothing like that.”

There’s what feels like a tense pause, but when she looks up, Mary is worrying at his bottom lip.

“I, uh. I looked for you, you know.”

Her eyes go wide “Y-you—you did?”

He nods. “But you … moved.”

She mirrors his nodding. “And changed jobs. Twice.”

He taps the tabletop between them. She rubs her palms down her jeans.

“That was kinda a fucked up time for me. I’m afraid I was really shitty to you.”

“Oh no, Mare—”

He holds his hand up. “No, I was. And I’m really fucking sorry about it. If this is it, if I never see you again, you have to know that. That, and you were just about the only good thing in my life for a while. I think I spent years chasing what I gave away with you.”

“Oh, Mare …” she says, too overcome to verbalize anything further.

“Except beating the shit out of Benny. He deserved that, and I’d do it again.”

She laughs, as was his intention.

“Maybe you should have knocked his head harder. He went away for trying to run over his girlfriend, you know?”

Mary’s brow furrows. “No shit?”

“No shit. She survived but ended up in traction.”

His face seems to darken.

“Did I push you into his arms?”

She sighs. “No, Mary. That was my own shitty decision. It’s not like I was at my best either.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” he says almost under his breath.

The two of them stare at each, the conversation seemingly having run its course. Then Mary jumps, and fumbles to get his phone out of his pocket. His eyes scan the screen, then he locks it.

“So … I, uh. Have to go.”

Her blood turns into ice in her veins, and she plasters a smile on her face. “Oh, ok. I understand.”

He slides off the stool, his phone scraping across the table in tandem. He goes to put it in his pocket, then raises it, then half lowers it, then grimaces at her.

“You wouldn’t want to get coffee sometime, would you? I mean, again. Not here. Or here is fine, but as a date.” His faces screw up. “Not like a date date—but like, a get together. To … talk.” His eyebrows form a triangle and he sucks his lips into his mouth, as if that’ll stop him from his verbal diarrhea.

She smiles at him. “I actually would like that very much, Mary.” She holds out her hand, and he hands her his phone.

#angst #mary goore #ficlet #brief #domestic abuse #not by mary #but mary is a dick #female reader 3rd person #n/sfw #longfic #my writing #original content

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The Trainee Ch2 (Dark!Bucky/OC/Dark!Steve)

I keep forgetting to mention I imagine Dark!Steve as bearded long haired Infinity War Steve.

WARNING MINOR THREAT!!

I'm woken up by someone banging on my door and its now daylight outside, I throw the covers off of my body with a groan and sleepily walk over to the door before unlocking it. As soon as the lock clicks the door is forced open and I am pushed back onto my bed.

I look up into the eyes of a very pissed off Cap "C-Cap? W-What did I d-do?!" I whimper moving back up the bed to the pillow area, He says nothing as he closes and locks the door again. He turns to me crossing his arms and leaning against the door "So you talk now? You wouldn't tell me your name but you told Bucky, Did you fuck him?" He asks dangerously calm, My jaw drops "What?! Of course not!" I yell eyes glowing and he looks...scary. He storms over to me pulling me off the bed and slamming me into the wall!

"Do not lie to me Sweetheart! Did you fuck Bucky?" He growls looking into my eyes "N-No we didn't do anything...He was nice to me and I felt I could tell him my name"His eyes soften as mine stop glowing "Good because you are mine and don't even think about running to Stark because he will take my word over yours...Am I understood?" He smiles leaning his forehead on mine "Y-Yes Cap" I'm so screwed! "Hmm call me Steve" He brushes his lips over mine "S-Steve" I almost whisper, He groans and crashes his lips onto mine. I gasp into it as he lifts me up forcing me to wrap my legs around him, He kisses down my neck nipping gently "Say it again" He mumbles into my neck "Steve" I whimper as he grinds his clothes crotch into mine "Fuck I love my name on your lips" He kisses me again before gently putting me down as someone knocks on the door.

I sit on the bed smoothing out my hair while he opens the door "Steve? Good morning, Is Raven ok?" I hear Wanda ask before she peeks around him "She's fine I woke her for you" I hear the smile in his voice before he walks out.

"Morning Wanda" I smile as she walks inside "Are you feeling better today? You look a little pale" She asks going to the closet "Y-Yeah a little" I clear my throat as she takes out an outfit and hands it to me "Good! Get dressed and we can get breakfast while we are out" She smiles, I nod going to the bathroom to change.

I change into the black skinny jeans, Grey over-sized sweater, and black wedge boots.

I walk back into the room "Wanda? How do these fit? They aren't mine" I ask head tilted "Stark sent Nat to get them while I got you for dinner, There's a small store around the corner so it didn't take her long...She is scarily good at guessing people's clothing sizes" She smiles "Oh? I mean she did a great job" I laugh a little as I brush my hair "She'll be happy to hear that, Should we get going?" She asks standing up "Of course" I smile and follow her out.

We got breakfast and did way more shopping than I am comfortable with "Are you sure we didn't buy too much?" I ask sipping my caramel frappe and getting out of the car "Stark told me to spoil you, He seems to have a soft spot for you. So no I don't think it's too much" She shrugs using her powers to carry the bags inside the Tower "At least let me carry 1?" I smile reaching for a bag but she moves it higher away from me "Nope!" She giggles as we walk by the training room.

Bucky and Steve are sparring inside and my eyes instantly become glued to them "Wanna watch them for a bit?" She asks noticing I stopped "Can we?" I smile excitedly "You go sit and watch them, I'll take your bags to your room and come back for you" She walks off and I shyly walk inside the room, Both men stop and turn their attention to me as I sit down on a bench.

I give them a small wave and they both smile at me "Looks like we have an audience Stevie, Should we give her a show?" Bucky smirks as I sip my coffee "Sure you want me to kick your ass in front of a pretty girl?" Steve laughs patting Bucky's arm, I feel my face get very hot as Steve flashes me his charming smile "Bring it old man" Bucky laughs putting Steve in a headlock, Steve twists out of it before knocking Bucky on his ass. Bucky elbows Steve in the ribs before getting back up and tackling him to the floor, The start rolling around throwing punches and kicks before getting up and going back and forth for a while.

I cross my legs honestly feeling a little flustered watching them, They may be a bit messed up but they are also both very attractive...What the hell is wrong with me? Bucky gets up and winks at me "Wanna try sparring with me Doll?" He smirks making me choke on my coffee "N-No thank you B-Bucky" His eyes seem to darken as soon as his name left my mouth, Steve gets up and walks closer to me "Maybe you should try it, We still don't know what you can do" He smiles down at me, As I am about to protest the door opens and Stark smiles at Steve "Capsicle with me now" Stark smiles at me before walking out with Steve, I nervously sip my coffee as Bucky kneels on the floor in front of me.

I shakily put my coffee down and smile at him "H-Hi" He smirks eyes dark "Why was Steve in your room this morning?" He suddenly asks making me sigh "Nothing gets past you does it?" I groan sass evident in my tone, I immediately tense up as he glares at me "Tell me the truth and I'll let that slide Doll" He takes my hand gently but there is nothing comforting about it, My heart is pounding.

"H-He asked i-if you and I f-had s-sex, I told him no...That's all" my voice cracks making him sigh and pulls me into a standing position with him "You let me down Doll" He growls pulling me into the middle of the room with him "B-Bucky please" I whimper looking at him innocently, He stands not too far away from me and smirks "I have an idea, I'll ask you again and if you continue to lie to me? I will throw this knife at you...How good is your dodging?" He starts twirling the knife in his hand "Are you insane?! I told you the truth! I can't dodge a knife! I've never been in a real fight in my life!" My eyes glow and he smirks "Well you better hope your 'powers' come out to play" He clears his throat as I start shaking "What happened between you and Steve?" He asks preparing to throw a knife, I am in the worst position possible! Am I more afraid of Steve or Bucky...Steve doesn't have a knife ready to throw at me, I growl in frustration "Fine! He kissed me! Happy now?!" I snap, He stops twirling the knife and walks over to me "Did you like it?" He asks gently dragging the knife down my cheek "Y-Yes" I whimper as he drags it over my throat "Hmm Did you like mine?" He asks applying more pressure "Yes" I whimper again as he removes the knife "I have 1 more question Doll, Are you a virgin?" I choke on my own saliva "W-Why would y-you ask m-me that?!" I stutter through coughing "Simple question Doll, Answer it and maybe I'll tell you why I asked" He looks into my eyes and my heart pounds even more "Yes Bucky I am a virgin" I whisper and I swear his eyes actually light up this time "Well this changes everything" He smiles almost crazily "Why did you ask?" I step back from him a little "Because now I need to keep Steve away from you until I have my fun" He puts the knives away and I am so confused!

"Oh! You're still here!" Wanda yells walking into the room "Of course, What took you so long?" I laugh walking over to her "I put your clothes away" She smiles "You didn't have to do that" I mumble as she leans closer to me "Do you like him?" She whispers and I see Bucky listening "I just met him...I mean he's definitely attractive" I blush as I see him smirk "Well just an FYI he is single" She giggles, The door opens and Stark walks in followed by Steve.

"Barnes there will be no sparring with Raven until we have at least some idea of her power. Raven so far all we know is your eyes glow with emotion, Have you ever done anything we should take note of?" Stark smiles at me and I can feel Steve's eyes burning a hole through me "Um...The only power I'm able to use easily is Telekinesis" I look down "Can you show me?" Stark asks excitement evident in his voice. I nod and use my power to bring 1 of Bucky's knives to my hand, I spin it around my body and send it back to the shelf.

I hazard a look at Bucky and I know the minute we are alone again I am dead, Wanda looks very shocked "Don't give me that look, I said I would take my bags" I laugh "B-But you didn't tell me you could actually use any of your powers!" She smiles almost bouncing on the spot "Yeah Doll, Why didn't you mention this sooner?" Bucky asks standing beside Steve "W-Well I just got here yesterday...And I don't really use it" I shrug immediately regretting it as he glares "This is great! With some combat training you may be able to join us soon!" Stark claps "M-Maybe" I mumble as Steve pats my shoulder "With this new development maybe Raven should train with Bucky and I? If she throws us across the room it won't do as much damage as it would to say Nat or Clint, We can train her better than anyone and you know I'm right Tony" Steve flashes me that charming smile again making my heart race, Stark pinches the bridge of his nose "Raven, Are you ok with this? Be honest" I feel Steve firmly squeeze my shoulder "S-Sounds fun" I smile, Stark groans "Both of you go easy on her or I swear I will have you de balled" I giggle a little "I'll take Raven to her room, We did a lot of shopping and I'm sure she needs to rest a little" Wanda smiles and pulls me out of the room with her.

End of chapter 2! Please tell me what you think!

-Ray

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new york boy (hc) | p.p.

a/n: 50TH IMAGINE WOWOWOWOWOWOWOWWWWWWWWWWW!! this shit go 🅱razy!

summary: life is hard when you visit your uncle in new york and all of a sudden there's a cute boy named peter parker in your life (i suck at summaries just stick with me here)

warnings: the usual fluff/hella cussing + like a minute of slight angst, also DEADASS THIS IS LIKE 8.5K WORDS I GOT SO SO SOOOOOO CARRIED AWAY AHSAHDJFKSNFK

ALSO I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY INCONSISTENCIES OR TYPOS OR ANYTHING I LITERALLY WROTE THIS OVER A FEW DAYS AND GOT SO CARRIED AWAY WITH DIFFERENT PLOTLINES AND BASICALLY WHAT IM SAYING IS THIS IS VERY VERY CHAOTIC BUT I HOPE YOU GUYS GET THE POINT LOL

+ + +

- SECOND HEADCANON IN A ROW YEAHYEAH

- you guys i've had a one direction relapse i was literally Obsessed with them like eight years ago (when they were still together rip) and all of a sudden they are just living in my brain Rent Free once again

- btw harry is my favorite and always has been. call me basic but it's been an eight year bond so try and fight that 😌✋

- anyways time to write the actual fucking story

- haha Oops!

- no i didn't accidentally spell oops "opps" at first. the fact that you even think that is complete absurdity

- CAN LITTLE THINGS BY 1D STOP MAKING ME EMOTIONAL RIGHT NOW

- this is the eighth bullet point and i have yet to get into the actual story holy fuck

- guys i just watched knives out (yeah i know i'm late whatever) and i haven't fully processed it yet but it was Muy Bueno!

- STEAL MY GIRL IS PLAYING

i knowwww i knowwww i knowwww for sure

EVERYBODY WANNA STEAL MY GIRL

EVERYBODY WANNA TAKE HER HEART AWAY

- i am so sorry

- OKAY THIS IS WHERE THE ACTUAL STORY STARTS HOLY SHIT

- yeah ❤

- SO BASICALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- fuck what is this imagine about again?

- OH RIGHT

- OKAY

- YOU'RE TONY STARK'S NIECE OKAY

- don't ask me how that works i have No Fucking Clue (which i'm sure you've gathered at this point)

- (i don't know what i'm doing)

- y'all i've got a headache but ❤ nevertheless she persisted ❤

- so basically

- you live like

- not... in new york...?????????

- so like SOMEWHERE ELSE

- let's say you live in like california

- YEAHYEAH OKAY

- SO LIKE YK HOW TONY USED TO LIVE IN CALI

- so you and uncle tones (😌) were super close when he lived in cali and he'd like pick you up from school and get you ice cream and basically be the Coolest Uncle Ever

- ur mom (let's say she's tony's sister) would be like 🙄 whenever he'd goof around with u but she loved y'all's relationship

- ain't that fluffy

- but THEN

- tony moved to new york

- bitch how fucking rude is that

- so u were like

- a little dead inside

- but that was when you were like six so time moved at Hyper Speed back then and you don't really like Remember the Pain 😀

- OH AND BY THE WAY KINDA IMPORTANT SIDE NOTE!!!!!

- SINCE UR MOM GOT MARRIED SHE TOOK YOUR DAD'S LAST NAME (aka l/n) AND YOU KEEP THE FACT THAT TONY IS YOUR UNCLE A SECRET FOR LIKE SAFETY REASONS IG LOL

- Anyways! from there on you only visit once a year and be there for a week

- but u best BELIEVE those visits were HYPE AS FUCK YEAHYEAH

- when you turned 13 ur mom surprised you by finally letting you start going by yourself

- badass 13 year old y/n 😌

- so u were like Heck Yeah!

- YeahYeah 😀😀😀

- happy picks you up from the airport and ur like "uh hi"

- ANYWAYS THE POINT IS YOU START TRAVELLING TO NEW YORK ALONE

- SO!!!!!!!!!! WE ARE NOW IN PRESENT TIME

- you go on your annual trip

- happy picks you up as per usual

- the usual awkward convo goes on which typically goes something like:

"are you excited to see your uncle" "yeah" "cool" "mhmm"

- yeah ❤

- but anyways by the time you're like 10 mins away you're practically Bouncing in your seat

- happy is like.... Girl. Calm Down! 😀

"oh by the way tony has the kid over today"

- bro Huh???????????

- ??????

- "the kid" Very Specific Thank You!

- you're like "who tf is the kid"

"spider-man"

......

😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

- your head SPINS over to happy

"he's SPIDER-MAN?"

- happy just gets that Smug Smile Look on his face (y'all know the face) and shrugs, pulling into the garage

- you JUMP out of the car

- you wanna see sum real speed?

"identific-"

"FRIDAY! it's y/n let me in!!!"

- bitch calm down

"welcome back, y/n"

- WANNA SEE SUM REAL SPEED? 2.0

- you BUST through the doors

- not to mention your backpack is Barely Hanging On and happy is still in the garage hurling your suitcase out of the trunk

- sorry happy 😔😔

- happy ain't lookin so happy rn!

"friday, where's my uncle?"

"he's in the laboratory"

- WANNA SEE SUM REAL SPEED?????? 3.0

- go! go! go! go! go! go! go! go!

- spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬

- you FLY down the stairs to the lab

- tony looks over and a smile immediately breaks on his face

- you look disheveled as HELL cause you're like panting and Far Too Excited

- peter looks over and sees you and is like 0_0

- as soon as you see peter you're ALSO like 0_0

- he cute

- wait no fuck he's HOT

"short-circuit!"

- you manage to tear your eyes from peter Somehow and look over at tony, smiling like a madwoman as you jump into his arms and give him a hug

"short-circuit?"

- oh damn

- this kid's Voice!!!!!!!!!!

- adorable!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- you and tony pull apart and tony explains the nickname

"peter, this is y/n, my niece. short-circuit just so happens to come from when this idiotic girl will be talking about something when we're in the lab and she suddenly drifts off and gets this zoned out look on her face. she short-circuits, basically"

- peter's Still like 0_0

- his brain can't even Function Properly because tony was just explaining the next updates to peter's suit and then you're here and you're really pretty and tony apparently has a niece? and Everything Is Happening!!!!!!!!

"well im so sorry that i drift off because my brain is coming up with super cool stuff, which usually tends to make your little inventions even better. let's not forget me figuring out how to properly program JARVIS"

- *not peter's 0_0 look managing to amplify*

- eyebrows are RAISED

- (also quick moment of silence for jarvis i miss him 😔)

in memoriam:

graphic design is my passion 2.0

fyi graphic design is my passion is becoming a new ~segment~ on these hcs because i love making them and i deadass couldn't stop laughing at my last one

- okay back to Da Program

- all tony does is scoff, clapping you on the back

"anyways... peter's interning for me, so i was just explaining-"

- intern? i don't think so!

- time to be a stark and fuck things up!

- YEAHYEAH

"happy told me he was spider-man? the suit is literally on that table over there? unless he's doing both spider-man and an internship? which is honestly impressive, i mean-" you look over at peter, "with school and everything- unless you don't go to school, but still-"

- you look back over and tony and this man is.........

- he's got that Look on his face you know what i'm talking about

"dammit, now i gotta go yell at happy"

"oh shit was i not supposed to know?"

- tony gives you an exasperated look and you're like Oops!

"it would've been better if you didn't know. just don't go running that big mouth of yours"

- you give him an offended look before being like Okay Fine Whatever

- tony is just tired and peter's standing there like OH FUCK UH OKAY??????????

- aka that one scene in infinity war

youtube

moving on

"y/n, your room is set up. i'm gonna finish up here with pete and then we can go get cheeseburgers. deal?"

- you smile and nod, giving tony a kiss on the cheek (signature stark move)

- (i'm sad now)

- (fuck)

- you start to walk off and look over at peter

"it was nice meeting you, peter"

- mans is like Oh! Who? Me!

"oH- uh- y- yeah, it was nice meeting you, too"

- you give him a small smile and walk up the stairs out of the lab

- fucking dopey ass smile on your face because YOU JUST MET CUTE BOY SPIDERMAN AND HES CUTE AND HOT AND KJSDFHKSDJF FUCK!!!!!!!!!!

- peter looks back from watching you walk away and makes sure you're out of earshot

- fyi his ears are like Red Red and homeboy looks WHIPPED

- silly goose. fools fall in love

"i-um, i didn't know you had a niece?"

- tony just kind of scoffs

- very original reaction, tony! Never Been Done before, Especially by you! Wow!

"and i didn't realize how little time it takes for you to fall in love. i mean the bar was low but, jeez, kid"

"wait- no- i'm not in love"

"hmm okay. but if i catch you pulling something i will not hesitate to say i told you s-"

"no- yeah- that won't be, uh, that won't be a problem, mr stark"

- yeah tell that to your FACE peter

- he's like No! Of Course Not! meanwhile his face is just 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

- why are emojis so goddamn funny. they're the stupidest shits ever but i love them so much

- ANYWAYS!

- you go to your room and unpack and everything and yeahyeah whatever

- btw tony Knows you so when he first moved into the headquarters he immediately set aside a room for you with a view he knew you'd love and like all ur favorite things (posters, comfy bed and pillows and blankets, any instruments u like to play etc) because Uncle Tony is Bae Man

- then tony like sticks his head in and knocks on the doorframe

- ur like "hola!" (soy dora!)

- is that what she says? fuck idk i didn't take spanish and have the memory of a breadcrumb anyways!

"y/n i think you made my intern fall in love with you"

- bro Huh?????????/

- cute random slash ryn! Very Good At Typing!

"what on earth do you mean?"

- on the inside though ur like YEAHYEAH

- MOVING ON I'M GETTING A BIT DETAILED AND IT'S CONFUSING MY DICKHEAD OF A BRAIN

- you and tony get cheeseburgers yeahyeah okay

- so you have the whole week in nyc right

- guess what

- guess

- the fuck

- what

- can i just make my goddamn point already goodness gracious

- these hcs are literally me just writing down every single thought i have while writing these

- you guys do be living rent free in my brain 0_0

- OH MY GOD ANYWAYS

- you best BELIEVE peter is at headquarters

- every

- fucking

- day

- YEAHYEAH

- now the whole reason for that is

- when you got back from the Cheeseburger Extravaganza! tony called peter and was like

"sup bitch"

- i'm kidding

"kid listen my niece needs a friend and at this point maybe even a boyfriend. she hasn't managed to pull anyone yet and you'd be a nice fit ANYWAYS come over tomorrow and show her around new york"

- now, hearing this, peter cannot breathe

- internal monologue be like holyhdhdjhksjdbfhitshitskjfdbjfk

- basically me

- my thoughts

- ✨always✨

- the inner snape in me just came out SORRY

- I JUST MADE MY SCREEN SMALL WHAT THEFUDBS

- oh i fixed it

- okay so YEAH

- peter wakes up next morning and pays SO MUCH ATTENTION TO THE WAY HE LOOKS

- puts on his best science pun tee (i love him so much wtf) and makes sure his hair is just right

- aunt may is like o_0

- Hmm...... something Hinky is going on!

(once you get your bearings, find the carpet that covers the taillight, peel back the carpet, make a fist, punch the taillight out the back of the car, thus creating a hole in the back of the automobile, then stick your little hand out and wave to oncoming motorists to let them know that something hinky is going on!)

- bae man john mulaney

- i can't hear or even fucking THINK of the word hinky without thinking of detective jj bittenbinder STREETSMARTS

- shut up! you're all gonna dieSTREETSMARTS

- guys i'm starting to think i have ADHD

- oh my god okay BACK TO THE FUCKING STORY COME ON KAMRYN

- writing my full/actual name on here felt weird as fuck. dunno how often i'll be doing that okay anyways

- peter gets to headquarters and is immediately met by thor

"ah, the spider!"

0_0

"sir stark said something about you coming today to show madam y/n around the city!"

- thor gives peter the biggest pat on the back and peter Does Not Know How To Act

"uh, yeah, that's um.. that's what i'm doing"

- thor smiles (the smile he gives hulk in that one scene in ragnarok makes me LOSE MY MIND it's so FUNNY)

- can my cat stop rubbing her face on my laptop goddamn

- I MADE MY SCREEN SMALL AGAIN WTF

- okay reset ANYWAYS

- take a shot every time i say anyways

- hi i'm editing this imagine rn and according to ctrl+f i wrote "anyways" 20 times. time to get blackout drunk and chug a bottle of perfume everyone!

- Not Me with the john mulaney reference Again!

- thor's like "go get em kid"

- peters like "y-yeah thanks"

- gets in the elevator and he's still so flustered and confused and anxious

- his voice fucking CRACKS when he asks friday to take him to your floor

- why is it so cute when boys' voices crack wtf

- when he reaches ur door his heart is like WANNA SEE SUM REAL SPEED? 4.0

- he just knocks quietly and ur like "yeah?"

- ohgodohfuckohgodohfuckohgodohfuck

- peter opens the door and the LOOK ON HIS FACE

- he (⊙ˍ⊙)

- as soon as you see him you go into Fight Or Flight ur like (ง •_•)ง...?

- but u regain ur composure cause ur a stark 😎

"oh, hi peter!"

"hey, um,"

- he like slowly walks in

- mans is So Unsure of what he's allowed to do

- ur just like My Man it is OKAY

"mr. stark- your uncle-"

- yes peter i know hes my uncle

"so i said to her, 'we've been married for three and a half years.' and she knew that."

no i will not stop with the john mulaney quotes do not even try me (Do Not Fuck With Me)

"told me to show you around new york today"

- ur like O Shit Okay?

- you already know tony is tryna pull some SHIT because this is deadass like the idk..... at LEAST tenth time you've been to new york??????

- you tell peter you'll be ready in a few and he just cautiously sits on your bed cause he's so unsure of everything (babey)

- the two of you talk about the whole story about you and tony and stuff

"so yeah then he moved to new york and i've just been visiting him for a week once a year"

"wait"

- you look over, aggressively shoving on ur shoes and peter's just Thinking

"if you've been here before then why does mr. stark want me to show you around"

- you shrug

"he's weird like that"

- so ANYWAYS (take a shot!)

- ur ready n stuff so the two of you leave

- sam is being himself ofc so he starts clapping for the two of you and whooping as you walk past

- bucky starts clapping too but he doesn't know what he's clapping for so he's just looking around like o_0? 👏

- (he eventually sees the two of you though and smiles SO BRIGHT)

- sam's like

"I KNOW THE TWO OF YOU JUST MET BUT DAMN Y/N'S BEEN NEEDING A MAN!"

- you turn and almost beat the Fuck out of that bird-man ur like:

┗|｀O′|┛

- WHY IS THT SO FUNYNJFDN

we ┗|｀O′|┛┗|｀O′|┛┗|｀O′|┛┗|｀O′|┛┗|｀O′|┛

WHAT THE FUCKDBGKDJFGNSKDJFNHEHAHHFSBJDFA

┗|｀O′|┛I'M WALKIN HERE!

- oh my god ANYWAYS (TAKE A SHOT)

- tony just chillin in the back with a smug look on his face

- so you guys just start walking through the streets and peter just points out random things

"this is where an old lady gave me a churro"

"right up there is where i did a flip for this guy at a hot dog cart"

"i hung a bike robber right here- oh shoot well like i didn't hang him but i like suspended him in the air.. with my web.... if you, uh, know what i'm sayingi'mgonnastoptalkingnow"

- ur like bitch if you keep acting like this (aka like yourself) imma start Acting Up

- it's Too Cute

- the two of you take the subway to get to queens so he can show you around His Area Of New York

- which is a whole experience cause it's

- the fucking

- subway

- in new york

- you see a subway rat and you get SO EXCITED

- the fucking brightest smile is on your face and peter just looks at you in awe because it's a fucking rat but for some reason you got so happy over it???????

- the subway car was PACKED AS HELL (aka peter. we all know it)

- (there's NO WAY peter's dick is small moving on)

- so the two of you are forced to hold onto the pole things

- and since cali doesn't have subways and subway poles are not something you generally see

- does it? i've never fucking been there i shouldn't be spitting facts that probably aren't actually facts

- for the sake of this imagine california does not have subways

😌

- you decide to Pull a Move and fucking wrap your leg around it, laughing as you spin slightly

- very ungracefully might i add

- we're talking about y/n. the Clumsy Messy Hair Bitch from every goddamn book on this app

- can we talk about how y/n is a whole ass character. like ask anyone who reads fanfic to describe y/n and they Would Not describe themselves DESPITE THE FACT THAT Y/N LITERALLY MEANS "YOUR NAME"

- anyways (two shots of vodka *glug glug*)

- peter gets slightly flustered at your stripper move but covers it up with a laugh

- something about The Way peter's holding onto the pole above ur head is VERY ATTRACTIVE

- now is the time to go look back at the gif i used for this imagine

"what's a camera like you doing in a place like this?"

- fuck you tom for being cute shut up

- the car stumbles and

- CLICHE MOMENT ALERT y'all know what's going on

- you stumble slightly and peter (speedy spidey reflexes) quickly grabs you by the waist to steady you

- AWKWARD MOMENT

- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"thanks"

"oh- yeah, uh, no problem"

- he like... awkwardly pulls his hand away from your waist and suddenly his hand feels like a fucking lead balloon with No Purpose so he just stuffs it in his pocket because Pockets!

- you lowkey wish he'd kept his hand on your waist OOPS

- we desperate for human contact 😔

- the two of y'all get off the subway at his stop and as soon as you step out into the like Actual Street or Whatever you're like 😀 cause it's so PRETTY and it's peter's home so it's even more exciting

- you get lunch at delmar's (ofc)

- mr delmar kept making suggestive eyes between the two of you so you were like o_0

- but it was SO CUTE BECAUSE PETER AND MR DELMAR JUST HAD SUCH A CUTE RELATIONSHIP TOGETHER

- AND FUCKING MR DELMAR HAD THE BALLS TO GO

"supongo que ya no preguntarás por mi hija, eh?"

- WHICH

- IF YOU DON'T SPEAK SPANISH CAUSE I SURE AS HELL DON'T

- thank u google translate for the assistance😌

- TRANSLATES TO "guess you won't be asking about my daughter anymore, huh?"

como estas tu hija eh?

that'll be ten dollars

IT'S FIVE DOLLARS

- anyways (shots! shots! shots shots shots shots! shots!)

- ur like Bro Huh and peter's like NOTHING

- and fucking 🅱ETER

- this BITCH

- ALSO HAD THE BALLS TO FUCKING REPLY IN SPANISH

"ella es la hija del señor stark" (she's mr. stark's daughter)

- ngl you couldn't breathe for a second

- cause who The Fuck can when 🅱eter 🅱ucking 🅱arker speaks ESPAÑOL

- ????????????? WHO

- moving on (not saying a****** to give you a break from the shots you're welcome)

- you get your sandwiches and they fucking SLAP

- peter smiles SO HARD WHEN HE SEES YOUR REACTION CAUSE HE'S SO EXCITED THAT YOU LIKE HIS FAVORITE SANDWICH (not you saying "i'll have what he has" just because you were too busy thinking about him speaking spanish oops)

- the two of you share a bag of gummy worms

- overall 11/10 experience

- i got a bit carried away with that and we're running on over 3000 (rip) words here so i'm gonna hurry this up goodness fuck

- editing ryn here to say HAHA 3000 words little did i Fucking Know

- the two of you get back to headquarters and peter DROPS YOU OFF AT YOUR ROOM LIKE THE GENTLEMAN HE IS AND IT'S KINDA AWKWARD BECAUSE HOW ON EARTH WOULDN'T IT BE BUT HE'S SO CUTE SO IT'S OKAY

- ngl you lay on your bed for a second like "wait was that a date?"

- peter legit just walks to the end of the hallway before closing his eyes and leaning back against the wall, letting out a sigh

- he's like holy shit i need to stop getting so whipped over girls within less than 24 hours

- then fucking sir STANK rounds the corner

"hey, pete! how was showing short-circuit around?"

"oh, hi, uh, it was good"

- this boy is fucking Flustered As Hell

"good? good. what'd y'all do?"

"we, just, um, walked around and i showed her around queens, too"

- tony just looks at him for a second and is like damn this kid needs a break i'll lay off of him

- so like the Cool Guy he is he like awkwardly pats peter on the shoulder and walks over to your room

- u and tones have a convo about your day and you end up gushing about it a little bit OOPS

- tony is so proud of himself him and his egotistical ass Goodness

- a n y w a y s ( t a k e a s h o t ! )

- peter ends up coming over everyday because It's Summer! and he has No Life!

- just thought i'd let you know that i have spent the last couple days binge watching bestdressed's videos and now everything i write down is being narrated by ashley

- actually fuck that everything i THINK is narrated by ashley

- also can we gush about her in the comments like she seems like the coolest person ever and like the big sister i never had and she's so open about her life and funny and quirky but in a good way and i just have So Much Respect For Her!!!!!!!!!!!

- and i want her apartment SO BAD I'M LITERALLY OBSESSED WITH IT

- THE FUCKING FIRE ESCAPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

- not me having a weird obsession with fire escapes ever since reading/writing peter parker fics which tend to involve them in some way or another

- SO YEAH peter's hanging around a lot

- at first it's a bit weird cause you're like..... You Don't Live Here.....??????????? but At This Point You Almost Do????????????????

- AIN'T NO COMPLAINTS THOUGH

- the two of you break the ice pretty quick

- the night of the day after peter showed you around (did that make any sense at all probably not) you were just chilling in your room watching uhhhhhhhhhhhhh

- let me think rq

- um okay uhhhhhh (bonus points to you if you read that in peter's voice)

- OKAY SO YOU'RE WATCHING LADY BIRD (bomb movie)

- fun fact time! i like saying "what you do is very baller" at random times because idk why but that line makes me laugh SO HARD

- timothee's character in general was just..... so............

- ????????????

- yeah so you're watching lady bird and peter passes your doorway cause he was "going on a walk"

- headass

- you see him and ur like o_0

"peter?"

- bitch fucking TRIPS

- oh u got me trippinnnnn oh stumblinnnnn oh flippinnnnnnn oh fumblinnnn oh

- clumsy cause i'm falling in ~love~

- are those the right lyrics? eh whatever

- CANADA EH

youtube

ah the serotonin.. okay MOVING ON

"y-yeah? oH hi y/n didntuhhhhhhh didn't see you there"

- he's casually scratching the back of his neck because he's nervy

"yeah, i'm, um..."

- YOU'RE NERVY TOO

- composure equals regained though bc stark. yeah!

- my thoughts are........ incoherent

"i'm watching lady bird, uh, if you wanna join"

- WATCH A MOVIE?

- WITH YOU?????????????????

- hells yeah!

"o-oh, yeah, sure"

- mans awkwardly waddles in and sits at the edge of your bed

"you can like... lay down, peter. i don't bite"

- he just awkwardly lays down and his side lightly presses against yours

- you have to shut your eyes for a second because MAN does unexpected contact from a boy have such a big effect on you

- not even kidding one of my guy friends patted me on the head as he walked past my desk and i DEADASS GOT BUTTERFLIES I WAS SO ASHAMED

- LIKE WHAT THE FUCK WHO ALLOWED THAT ???????????????

- so anyways (🥂)

- why isn't there a shot glass emoji this is discrimination (i'm kidding)

- the movie was great like

- you and peter would just laugh at random parts and eventually just started critiquing every little moment

- it ended up as a very great moment very nice very cool

- we like furthering our relationships with cute boys :D

- those of you who have been following the story (on my message board) abt the boy i'm talking to aka furthering my relationship with... yeahyeah!

- essentially you and peter start hanging out every day

- the Chemistry you have is Unmatched

- like you just clicked really well

- mainly y'all just watch tv in the commons

- you binge watch i'm not okay with this even though you've already seen it

- peter's like "so why do you like this show so much?"

- ur like 0_0 ... "the plot"

THE PLOT IN QUESTION: stanley barber

- who happens to give me peter parker vibes a little bit

- food network turns on and it takes you like five minutes tops to migrate to the kitchen

- the brownies y'all made did not turn out well

- bucky took a bite, made a face, then smirked

"you two put weed in here?"

- no, bitch, we just suck at baking

- lots of late night convos ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

- BIG ICEBREAKERS THERE

"wait so like... how big do you expect our dicks to be"

"peter what the fuck"

"i'm curious!"

- if you haven't had one of those convos with someone of the opposite gender... You Haven't Lived

- also why do guys like talking about their dicks so much???? the amount of comments they make about them during those convos.. meanwhile i'm just trying to figure out their personality 😔

- the two of you even spend time in the lab together

- this is when he sees ~short-circuit~ in action

- y'all are doing some dumbass experiment idk

- OOH IDEA

- so y'all are making ✨something✨ for an upgrade on peter's suit

- my idea was only half developed don't make fun of me

- and you make a Stunning Realization and fucking SPIN around in your chair to face peter

- ur just rambling making science-y smart connections and peters like holy shit she's a fucking genius of course she is how on earth did she just

- and then as you get further into your discovery you suddenly just cut off and stare into the distance with this Super Serious Look on your face

- THE WAY THAT AS I WROTE "SUPER" 1D WENT "I CAN'T BE NO SUPERMAN"

(but for you i'll be superhuman!)

- then you just SPIN AROUND in your chair and start working on the suit again

- peter's just like 0_0 for a moment

"huh, okay"

- it takes you a few seconds to realize he even said anything but then you look up and ur like 0_0 (we're gonna have to start taking a shot every time i use that face goodness fuck)

"what?"

"you short-circuited!"

- he's all giddy and smiley about it too cause he FINALLY UNDERSTANDS

"shut up, parker"

- peter Totally has a thing for being called parker i just know it

- MY CAT JUST JUMPED UP AND CLAWED ME

- greedy bitch

- AS I WAS SAYING...

- once you get in the ~thing~ that you designed for the suit

- okay i really need to think of an actual upgrade give me a min

- OKAY SO YOU MADE A VOICE CHANGER

- wow very cool, me! innovation that Excites!

- we're just gonna ignore the fact that the interrogation protocol has a voice changer got it? yeahyeah

- peter's like No Way when you tell him you finished it

- you slip on the mask and tell karen to activate the Grown Man Protocol (not peter being offended by the name)

- you start talking and immediately BUST OUT LAUGHING because you sound like Siri

- and since you're Hella Genius you made it so you could change the voices just like how siri is

- so suddenly you're a BRITISH MAN

- you and peter can't stop laughing

- you give it to peter and then you're like

"wait no try it on with the suit too"

- peter's like o_0?

"for effect!"

- walter beckett?

- TOM?

- okay whatever

- peter's like

"okay um i'm just gonna uh... change over here"

- you nod and turn around

- just the sound of his clothes hitting the ground itself gives you butterflies

- and then you realize

- you can deadass See Him Through The Reflection Of The Microscope

- is that even possible? for the sake of this imagine Yes

- your face gets SO HOT

- it's a very small reflective area thing so not a lot of detail but ENOUGH TO SHOW HIS TONED SEXY ASS PHYSIQUE

- fucking crush me peter please i beg it would be an honor

"i want you to do it so i can stomp you with my hooves, i'm so fucking crazy"

- (crazy for you, peter!)

"okay it's on"

- you practically BLAST around in your seat because the VOICE IS WORKING AND IT'S STILL BRITISH

- peter your tom is showing

- ngl though you couldn't stop thinking about how peter looked through the reflection and you didn't even want to THINK about how he would look-

...

- you know

- in all actuality you did want to think about it like think about it for literally the rest of your life if you could but we're gonna ignore that

- nonetheless the experience was Muy Bueno Very Fun and you and peter spent a solid hour just messing with the voices

- ALSO!!!!!!!!!! another plotline: WHEN PETER'S AT HEADQUARTERS FOR A LEGITIMATE REASON

- that reason being training

- let me just say

- even though he only trained twice during ur visit

- you fucking CHERISHED those moments

- because when peter told you the night before his training session that he would be training in the morning you were like Hmm...... I Need To See This

- so you deadass "take a walk" (Very Peter Of You) by the training room

- and ur met with the sight of this:

i hate him so fucking much

who the FUCK ALLOWED THIS i can't breathe

- you definitely take out your phone to snap a few pics DON'T EVEN LIE TO ME YOU WOULD

- ur camera is on live mode too 😌

- then you run away before you get caught but DAMN

- when you go back to your room you just Inspect those pics like a crazy person and keep replaying the live

- then u look at the time

"friday, when does peter's training end?"

"peter parker's training is scheduled to finish in two minutes"

- TWO MINUTES?

- SAY LESS!

- you check yourself in the mirror before ZOOMING downstairs and distracting yourself in the kitchen

- silently thanking the gods (thor?) that no one was in the kitchen when you got there

- (hi i'm getting carried away with this mini plot so just like don't mind it)

- (carried away as in i really really did get carried away LOL)

- you're like what the fuck i can't just Stand Here in the Middle of the Kitchen so you grab some strawberries from the refrigerator and start cutting them up (they just Taste Better that way don't fight me) for a "snack"

THE SNACK IN QUESTION: peter

- yeah ❤

- just as you pop one into your mouth peter walks in to get a glass of water

- now let me just set the scene:

you: mouth in a weird 'o' shape as your mouth forgets how to chew because fucking peter just walked in peter: curly hair a sweaty mess, skin glistening with sweat, wearing black shorts and a gray tank top which Just Fucking Ends You, his usual adorable baby face, oh and he's also panting cause he's fucking exhausted and now you're also out of breath because damn that is Hot strawberries: chopped

"oh, hi y/n"

- the fucking PANTING

- why is breathing heavy so hot?

- i think we all know

"hey, peter"

- shoutout to your stark genes for giving you fake confidence whenever you need it

"want any strawberries?"

- he fucking chugs half of his water just Right In Front Of You

the jawline i hate him so much can he shut up right now like genuinely please shut the fuck up goodness fucking gracious tom

jk please step on me

- he swallows and has Finally Caught his Breath

"oh, yeah, thank you"

- he just walks over to you

- as if he doesn't look the way he does

- and just grabs a strawberry and pops it into his mouth

- nonchalantly or whatever

- you pray to THOR he can't hear your heart as it fucking SLAMS AGAINST YOUR STERNUM

- it's beating so fast it's like LET ME OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- he hums

"strawberries taste so much better after training"

- you know what would taste better after training?

- lol

"thank you for the snack, i'm gonna go shower now"

- he elbows you and smiles lightly

- you almost can't speak because it's all Far Too Much for you to handle rn

"no problem, peter"

- as if you weren't having a heart attack okay

- i really got caught up in that but WHATEVER

- ladies and gents we are running on over 5k words at this point holy shit

- SO I'M GONNA START WRAPPING THIS UP A LITTLE

- basically you and peter become good friends by the end of your trip

- and then

- the dreaded

😔

- time to leave, bros

- the night before is kinda weird cause you and peter are just hanging out on the roof of headquarters because why not

"leaving new york usually doesn't feel as weird as this"

- peter looks over at you

- btw at this point 🅱eter is Beyond Whipped so he's fucking SAD that you're going home

"what do you mean?"

- the two of you share a look and it's very sad because you both know that you've become really good friends and both want a bit more

- part of you considers being a baddie and just trying to like at LEAST kiss him tonight (maybe more wink wink) so you could at least have that before you go but you chicken out

- the two of you say goodbye that night because your flight is at the Crack of Dawn

- he awkwardly pulls you in for a hug and suddenly you deeply consider locking yourself in your room so nobody can make you leave

- and then you remember vision can fucking Hover through walls and you're like Well Damn!

- you hug him tightly (a bit too tight yeah maybe)

- when you pull apart this Bitch literally goes

"well it was nice meeting you"

- you CAN'T FUCKING HOLD IT IN AND JUST MAKE THE MOST OBSCENE LAUGHING NOISE

"peter we spent a week together and you're acting like we had a 5 minute encounter"

"i don't know how to act!"

- me neither, peter. me neither

- so you leave in the morning and you're fucking UPSET

- tony is in the car with you and happy and he WONT STOP TALKING ABOUT YOU AND PETER BECAUSE YOU SPENT AT LEAST HALF OF YOUR TIME WITH HIM

- YOU'RE LIKE SHUT UP I'M GOING THROUGH A HEARTBREAK OVER A BOY I'VE KNOWN FOR SEVEN DAYS

- aren't we all

- your goodbye to tony is sad but like Not Even As Sad as your goodbye with peter which is KINDA MESSED UP BUT

- the heart wants what it wants

- and just when you get on the plane

- is when you realize

- you and peter didn't get each other's numbers

...

- Wtf 💔

- so THE WHOLE PLANE RIDE IS SAD

- YOU LISTEN TO MUSIC AND DRAMATICALLY LOOK OUT THE WINDOW LIKE UR IN A SAD MUSIC VIDEO FOR HALF THE FLIGHT

- YOU ALSO REWATCH LADY BIRD :,(((((((((((((((((((((((( in remembrance of the good old times

- when you get home you're like kinda happy to be home but you miss new york and tony and peter and everyone So Much

- even ur mom notices she's like 🤨 Hmm... this Ain't The Usual!

- so this is where the request ended off but i'm adding to it because i do Not want to leave this on an angsty note

- I'M ABOUT TO HIT 6K WORDS BUT IT'S FINE

- LET'S CRANK THIS OUT WOOT WOOT

- so peter just so happens to wake up that morning and SIT UP VERY QUICKLY AS IT HITS HIM

- (ur like on ur flight probably zooming over the Goddamn Midwest)

- he has the same realization that you did

"may!"

- the woman RUNS in she's like WHATISEVERYTHINGOKAYAREYOUOKAY

"i just realized i didn't get y/n's number"

- woman melts she's like i thought you were fucking DYING goddamn spider bitch boy

- but then she melts even more because she didn't even need peter to tell her how Whipped he is

"awh, i'm sorry hon"

- next time peter goes to headquarters he talks to tony and the mans just like This Is Your Fault!

- but then nat pops in

"peter, you do realize you could probably find her on social media, right"

- moment of silence for you and peter's stupidity because somehow Neither Of You Thought Of That???????????

- rip

- as soon as he leaves from training (looking Sexy As Hell) he searches your name on instagram

- "y/n stark"

- and nothing shows up

- because you never told him your actual last name because IT NEVER CAME UP

- he just assumed it was stark cause why wouldn't he

- SO HE'S LIKE :,)

- until his next time at headquarters

"mr. stark i couldn't find her on instagram"

- tony's like i really got this kid hooked huh

"pretty sure she has one, pete"

"well i looked her up! y/n stark. nothing"

- then tony's like oHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

"kid, her last name's l/n."

- peter just sits there like 0_0 for a second before it all ties together in his head and makes sense

"oh my god"

- SO HE GETS YOUR INSTAGRAM

- he definitely looks through all his posts and deletes a few embarrassing ones before requesting to follow you

INSTAGRAM peterbparker has requested to follow you.

- you SHOOT UP IN YOUR BED

- NOBODY MOVE

- you do the same thing peter did and look through all your posts and delete a few before accepting his request

- and then you request back and he immediately accepts it

- commence the hour of stalking!

- the two of you just fucking Investigate each others' accounts before peter's like O Shit! i should Probably message her!

peterbparker: Right after you left I realized I forgot to get your number

- kinda awkward but your heart is RACING you're like AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

- the two of you begin talking and get each other's numbers and snapchats and whatever

- over time the two of you get really close over the internet like

- you become the first ones you go to when you see a dog or get food at a cool place or see a funny meme/tiktok or just like have a problem in general or want to talk

- and ofc you gush about him to your friends and they're like

- Girl... u really fell for a New York Boy Huh

- after a few months you finally muster up the courage to facetime him

- you almost Collapse once his face shows up because guess the fuck what

- he just finished training

- mua ha haaaa

"hello!"

- he says it all goofy like hi hello we're facetiming now holy shit oh FUCK we're FACETIMING!!!!!!?????!?!?!?!?

- i luv him

- the two of you talk for a bit and you fan yourself off-screen because the sight of him Genuinely made you light on fire and plus you were just nervous in general

- he even runs around the entire fucking building to find everyone so you can say hi cause he's babey

- the team DEFINITELY yells stuff like "lovebirds!" and "date already!" in the background and peter's face just gets So Red

- he finds tony and deadass goes

"mr. stark! it's your niece!"

- tony's like No Shit!

- overall amazing 100/10 time facetiming

- so the two of you start facetiming practically every day even though it's not summer anymore and you're back in school and have hella busy lives (peter's literally a superhero?)

- you'll facetime while doing homework and he'll help you with physics (even though you don't really need the help you pretend you do anyways) and it's so cute when he does because he Loves physics so much so he gets really excited and into it

- sometimes you'll fall asleep while on ft and he'll take screenshots

- ngl he set his favorite one as his lockscreen because he loved it so much and ned and mj definitely saw it and were lowkey like 🥺🥺 cause they ship you two so hard

- and when he'd fall asleep on ft you'd take screenshots too and look at them every time you missed him

- NOW THE EXCITING PART

- so it's winter now

- the Horrible Disgusting period between thanksgiving and christmas break

- because of finals the two of you facetime a bit less so it's kinda sad

- BUT THEN

- right when you get out of school for christmas break you're about to call peter so the two of you can celebrate (not peter checking the time every few minutes after he got out of school because he's a couple hours ahead)

- somebody's got a surprise

- you get a call from peter right when you get into your car and you're like Perfect Timing Hell Yeah

- you answer it and are met with the sight of him and tony smiling at the camera

*immediately screenshots it*

"oh, hi tony!"

"we have a surprise"

- peter's like bouncing from excitement and tony gives him a look before starting to talk

"we're fl-"

"WE'RE FLYING YOU TO NEW YORK FOR CHRISTMAS!"

- peter interrupts and tony looks so defeated but YOU BARELY EVEN NOTICE BECAUSE YOU'RE SO EXCITED

- tony explains everything cause he worked it out with your parents (y'all are just gonna celebrate early)

- (tony doesn't say this but deadass the reason ur parents even let you is because they know how much you wanna go back mainly to see peter)

- eventually tony leaves the two of you alone to talk and you're just in your car in the school parking lot practically yelling at your phone as you and peter talk about how excited you are

"and you can finally meet may-"

"may!"

"yes, may! and we can go back to delmar's and see murph-"

"murph!"

- peter can't stop smiling cause you're so excited and you look so cute cause you're Trying Your Best to get out of the parking lot while maintaining excitement

"can we go see times sq- MOTHERFUCKER GET OUT OF THE WAY JESUS CHRI- sorry peter i didn't mean to explode"

- if anything that made you even cuter in his eyes

- you and peter facetime while you pack and neither of you can handle your excitement AT ALL

- the night before you leave you're both in your beds across the country just talking quietly to each other over the phone and it's like the quiet cute excitement because you're seeing each other in less than 24 hours and you're both so so whipped by each other and just Cannot Wait

- it's really late ESPECIALLY for peter since he's ahead of you but he doesn't care at ALL

- so y'all are just whispering to each other

"i'm so excited, pete"

"i know, me too"

"i'm not gonna know how to act"

"me neither. you're not allowed to make fun of how awkward i am, okay?"

"peter, you being awkward is cute"

- the two of you can barely sleep from excitement but you fall asleep (on ft ofc) with smiles on your faces

- as soon as you wake up you text peter and you're like GO GO GO (spinch🥬spinch🥬spinch🥬)

- you call him one last time while you're waiting at the gate

"i think i'm gonna pee myself"

"well if you do at least clean yourself up before i get there"

- his LAUGH

- the boyish laugh that FUcking Ends Me

"i'm still so amazed at how i managed to convince mr. stark to let me pick you up"

- you can't stop smiling especially at the thought of peter DRIVING (hot as FUCK)

"you'd better be a good driver, peter"

"it's fine, the car has autopilot so we won't die"

"glad to hear it, pete- oh sHIT my plane's boarding"

- peter FREAKS OUT

"have a safe and amazing flight and text me when you land, okay?"

"i will peter, thank you. see you in new york"

"see you in new york"

- y'all say that in the most Giddy Way (literally how could you not)

- you're bouncing in your seat the whole flight and the dude next to you is like o_0

- the SECOND you land you text peter

y/n: IM HERE IM HERE WE JUST LANDED ILL BE OFF THE PLANE IN A FEW MINUTES

- peter's sitting in this Far Too Expensive Car and he's just bouncing in his seat cause he has so much pent up energy

- he gets the text and that's when it really settles in

- he starts freaking out a little and like constantly checks himself in the rearview mirror and starts playing the playlist the two of you made together (puppy eyes) and makes sure he smells good

- then he sees you walk out out of the airport looking really excited and tired and confused

- mans JUMPS OUT OF THE CAR

"y/n!"

- you see him and ur literally smiling SO HARD

- you run at him, suitcase flopping around and backpack nearly falling off of your shoulders

- but you look so cute and peter can't handle it especially when the two of you finally make contact and your arms wrap around him

- he squeezes you so tight and even lifts you off the ground cause he's Strong and Excited

- that sounded a bit sexual OOPS

- you can't even process the fact that you're finally back in peter's arms after half a year and now you're literally so much closer than you were when you left new york last summer

- when you pull apart you can't stop looking at each other and just smiling giddily

- your arms are still like holding onto each other

- what finally breaks you is a fucking Ungodly gust of wind and you're like

"holy shit winter here is a lot colder than cali"

"oH, right, uh we have blankets in the car"

- the two of you just take another few seconds to look at each other until it gets a bit awkward and you clear your throats

"i can take your bag?"

"yeah, thanks"

- you watch his muscles flex as he lifts your suitcase into the back and you're like i hate this man

- this GENTLEMAN even RUNS OVER TO YOUR SIDE AND OPENS YOUR DOOR FOR YOU BEFORE YOU GET THE CHANCE

- you MELT

- when you sit down he closes the door for you and you're hit with the sound of your shared playlist and the car smells like peter's scent and it's AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

- when he gets into the driver seat (which was very attractive to watch) you're just staring at him excitedly

"you put on our playlist!"

"why wouldn't i?"

- he smiles at you before reaching back and getting the blankets for you, also turning on your seat heater to make sure you're comfy

- mans just watches you as you shift around, buckling in and getting your backpack situated at your feet

- by the time you're all ready and stuff you look over and he's just looking at you

"pete-"

"would it be too soon for me to kiss you?"

- AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

- it takes you a second to process but you're like OH MY GODKFSDKNFSK

"yeah, peter, it would"

- your serious tone RUINS PETER

- HE'S LIKE OH MY GOD WHY DID I ASK THAT WHY DO I EXIST

- until you laugh and wrap a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him to you and planting your lips on his

- (AAAAAAAAAAHDKSJDFHSKJDFBKSDJGNSDKJFNADSJKABBJFS)

- bonus: the two of you are just singing in the car and (peter looks so hot when he's driving anyways) peter suddenly goes silent and you're like "what" and he just glances at you before going "is it bad that i really want to pull over so i can kiss you again?"

- double bonus: he pulls over and y'all makeout LOL

+ + +

holy FUCK i got so so carried away but i really like this one soooooo

OKAY HERE'S MY LITTLE THANK YOU NOTE IN HONOR OF THE 50TH IMAGINE AAAAAAAAAA: you GUYS. when i started this book it was literally just me being like "i'm in love with this fictional boy and need an outlet and have FAR too many ideas," which is really how every fanfic writer starts tbh. but oh my god, i never expected to get so much love and support and just such an amazing experience from this. there are people all over the world that read my chaotic fluffy shit, that are actually touched by my work and it legitimately blows my mind. 180k reads in almost a year? like 250 followers? INSANE. i've made so many friends on here that i can come to when i have no one in my real life to talk to and every time i reach out, you guys are here for me and so incredibly supportive and helpful and amazing. i love each and every comment you guys post on my works. they make me laugh so hard and are so beyond sweet and make my heart melt. some of them blow my mind cause you guys will be like "omg hi you responded oh my god i love your work" and like hype me so much and i'm like BRUH!!!! i'm literally just a stressed out, anxiety ridden teenage girl in love with peter parker lol and the fact that you guys support me so much and love my work just truly makes me so happy. i love writing and i love that my writing has reached other people, even if it's literally just silly fanfiction. I APPRECIATE AND LOVE YOU GUYS WITH EVERYTHING IN ME AND EVEN IF I DON'T REPLY TO YOUR COMMENT I SEE IT AND YOU GUYS MAKE ME SMILE AND AAAAAAAAAAAKJSDFNKJDF <33333333333333

okay now i have 5 more requests to write HAHA but i hope u guys are having an amazing day/night/whatever and that ur drinking enough water and eating enough and staying happy and healthy <3 MWAH!

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Targets On Their Backs - Part 4

This is getting so damn long, oh my. Also, in case anyone wants to be alerted, that’s oc an option, fyi.

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You had just tucked Ragnar in - he’s been very cranky and whiny- when Ivar came in, wooden box under his arm and grinning from ear to ear. “Y/N, Love, come here.”

He laid the box on the table and waved you over. Curious, you went and were promptly shoved down into a chair. The box laid in front of you, your husband stood by your side, basically vibrating on the spot. “What’s this?” “A present.” “Oh?” You let your fingers run over the lid, completely amazed by the beautiful carving. Your fingertips followed the spread wings of the falcon, who stood amidst a bed of flowers. Ivar leaned on the table next to you and watched your every reaction. Carefully you opened the box. “What- Ivar?”

There were three knives in it, bedded on green fabric. Each one was about twice as long as your hand, flat with sharp edges, which dulled farther from the handle than you were used to. The grip was wrapped in thin leather straps, the edges covered in blood-red stitches, and ended in a ring. They reminded you of Ivars throwing knives, but his were blank metall all around. “You like them?” “I-” You were speechless. Never would you have thought you’d be so taken by a weapon. And then Ivar happened. “They are magnificent, I-” You touched ones handle, feeling the soft leather under your fingers. “Where did you get them?” You touched a hand to his thigh, over his brace. “These must have been so much work?” “Oh, I called in a favour.” He played it off, but his ears did seem a bit darker than usual. Suddenly emotional, you got up and hugged him, arms around his middle, pressing close and breathing him in. “Thank you so much.” “Everything for you.” He cleared his throat. “I also let the smith make a set for Ragnar.” That made you look up in exasperation. “Ivar, he is barely teething!” His big hand were on your back, stroking up and down, while he laughed at your expression. “He can start very early then!” You scrunched up your nose and shook your head. “You’re incorrigible.”, you groaned, while lifting your hand to raise it to his bicep. He didn’t seem to suspect and you used this moment to burrow under his arm and pinch the soft skin on the inside. Flinching, he caught your wrist, curses flying off his lips and he free hand rubbed at the offended spot. You just smiled innocently. “Woman, you are just as bad as me.” “And whose fault is that?” You freed your arm and faced the knives once again. “You’re the one gifting be knives.” “You said you wanted to learn.” An arm came around you and pulled you closer to the warm body beside you. “And to throw well, you need fitting knives.” He started to go on a tangent about proper balance, the right shape and techniques. It wasn’t often that he spoke so carefree, even when the reason was such a dark one. You tried to soak it all up, remembering techniques and what he was saying about finger placement, while taking in the sight of your excited and animated husband as well.

“Bree, are you still in contact with Edgard’s court?” You twirled a knife, let the ring spin around your finger. Bree looked up from her work and put her quill away. “I exchange letters with Aethel. Lord Aldwyns wife, I’m sure you remember her.” “She sliced her hand open on a knife at dinner once, didn’t she? And then proceeded to eat and refused treatment, on grounds that ‘her food will get cold’? If her husband was as dedicated to her as she was to meals, they’d have had a proper happy marriage.” “Indeed. And don’t pretend you could refuse any meal the cook ever made.”, Bree chuckled. “She sends me updates once in a while.” “Is she loyal to my brother?” Maybe… “The only people she’s loyal to are the cook and her son.” “Did she say anything about rumours, or strange behaviour regarding my brother?” “She did not. But I can ask her.” Bree narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “Do you want her to spy on Edgard?” “It wouldn’t be spying. She’d just tell a long gone, dearly missed friend about current happenings in her old court.” You closed your hand around the knife and laid it on the table with a dull knock. “None of the Lords in Edgard’s court think of women as independent and intelligent beings. They’d never suspect her to actually be audacious enough to spy on their King and give his hated sister information that could ruin him.” You went back to playing with the knife, pointed end drilling into the wood as you twisted it around. Bree tilted her head and thought quietly for a moment. Then: “How would you repay her? I’m sure she’s going to ask.” “I’ll let her and her son live, when we take down Edgard.”

It’s been a couple weeks since the attack, and your inner circle started to gradually relax. Word surely had reached the offender, but if they were wise, they’d not attempt again. However, your guts as well as your experience with men in powerful position told you, it wouldn’t be that way. There was another attack coming. But opposed to last time, you felt not intimidated, or scared out of your wits. You had your dagger and knives on you, at all times, hidden under your cloak. You had a belt made, with worked in sheats, so you’d be able to draw them comfortably by simply reaching back. It gave you security, a sense of protection, even if a trained assassin, or just any experienced warrior could take you down in a couple seconds. Bree had written that letter, and now it was only a matter of time, until either answer arrived or your brothers ships. “Lock your wrist more.”, Ivar called over. “You need to be steady, so it flies steady.” You tried again. It almost stuck, this time. “Take a step back. If your knife doesn’t meet your target on point, you’re either too close, or too far.” You did as told, and tried again. With a groan of frustration, you stomped over to the target and collected your and your husbands knives. “I don’t get it. Only every other throw hits, and I am doing them exactly the same way.” “Well, dear sister, throwing knives are fickle bitches. There’s a reason, we’re preferring axes and swords.” You fixed Ubbe with a mean look. “Are you sure it’s the knives and not lack of patience and talent?” You straightened up and walked back to your spot. “Also, watch your words in front of your nephew.” Ubbes brothers just about died of laughter, sending Ragnar into a giggle fit as well. He was seated in Galas lap, who was residing on a fur on the earth. Ubbe threw an apple at Ivar, who caught it promptly and presented the most shit-eating grin. “You are the worst influence. She was so nice and timid when she arrived, and now look at her.” “Yes, lovely isn’t she? Gets my blood running, seeing her like this.” Now, that earned him a sharp hiss from you, and another apple, this time it hit it’s intended target. Gala suddenly spoke up. “Y/N, maybe… maybe if you pull your arm back, like you would with a bow? It seems, it’d be more comfortable for you.” You turned around, blinking stupidly at her. “How do you mean?” Ivar squinted at your hand and slowly nodded. “She’s not stupid, I’ll give her that.” He took his crutch and came over to show you. Behind him, you could see Hvitserk moving over to Gala, talking to her and, judging by the sudden redness on her face, complimenting her. You hid a grin, as you looked down at Ivars hand on yours. “Find the point of balance, that’s where your finger has to be.” You did, fingertip pressing against the dull edge, handle in your palm. “Right, just like that. Now grip it, not too hard, we talked about that. And then you’re gonna pull back your arm, like Gala said- keep your wrist straight- and just when your hand is on height with your face, you’ll bring your arm and shoulder back. Good.” His hand was on your shoulder blade, pressing slightly. “Before you actually throw, repeat the very same movement, just the other way around. Shoulder, arm, then wrist. You finger has to slide along the edge.” You tried. And while it was better than the other tries, you didn’t hit. “By Odins balls, why!” “Language, Y/N.” You threatened Ubbe with the knife in your hand, before turning towards the targets. Bjorns voice interrupted you: “Imagine it’s someone you hate. Your brother. Or Arna. Channel the hatred you felt for Ivar, when you gave birth to your son.” You concentrated, but their voices still reached your ear. “Who’s Arna?” “Earl Finnrs daughter.” “The one who tried to seduce Ivar by surprising him in his bed, right?” “Yes.” Hvitserk let out a harsh laugh. “Ha, good times.” “I’d have killed her, if it wasn’t for Bree.”, you let out. “What?” You could feel their eyes on you. Gala jumped in. “Bree had to block the door.” Then she raised her voice towards you. “I’ve never been happier to have hid your dagger.” Ubbe grumbled at Ivar and his voice barely carried over Bjorns laugh. “As I said. Your influence is horrible.” The sound of metal meeting wood interrupted their banter, and you’ve never seen gala look so smug before. You just hit bullseye.

You were in the Map Room, discussing with the Ragnarssons, when Bree breezed in, letter in her hand. “Y/N.” You immediately understood and got up, taking the paper from her. “What’d she say?” “Edgard is unpredictable, barely listens to his advisors. She says, he acts paranoid and rash and he and the queen haven’t been seen together in at least 6 months.” You skimmed the letter for additional information, before you threw it on the table and pressed your hands into the cool wood to ground yourself. Ivar stood next to you, Ragnar in his arms and looked quizzically at you. “What is going on?” You couldn’t talk. You tried not to scream and rage, you’d only wake and scare your son. Bree started talking instead. “I wrote a friend in court. I asked her, if there were any rumours, regarding Edgard and the attack.” Bjorn stood up, suddenly in fighting mode and went over to her. His face was like an open book. Bree’s surely going to have a heavy discussion with him. Ivar didn’t move, but you could feel him tense. “What is the answer?” You simply pushed the papers to him, and pointed at a line.

My husband and Lord Barth discussed in our chambers, I was there. They say, he is going crazy from fear, due to a failed attack he ordered. I think it very much possible to have been the attack on the young Queens child.

Part 5

#Targets On Their Backs #totb #Vikings #reader x Ivar #there's gonna be blood #not in this one #but the next #Faint Of Heart #Faint of Heart au(?)

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بيغي يجد رفيقها (Peggy Finds her Soulmate)

Y’ALL I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER I’VE BEEN SUPER PREOCCUPIED WITH REWRITING MTB

but it’s finally here - the story of Peggy and her soulmate (or... part of it :D) in the Meant to Be universe. just fyi, it takes place like a month after chapter 19 of mtb.

w/c: 2953

a huge shout-out to @limpblotter for beta-ing <3

MAKE SURE TO READ -THIS- FIRST.... enjoy :D

“Hello.”

“Marhabaan,” Peggy said confidently.

“My name is.”

“Aismi.”

“Good,” Angelica smiled. “We got through the first page!”

Peggy grinned, clapping her hands together excitedly. “How’s my pronunciation?”

“How would I know?” Angelica shrugged, flipping to the next comically small page in the pocket-sized “Learn Arabic” book and furrowing her brow.

“Aaaaaange,” Peggy groaned, hitting her sister’s knee frustratedly. “I have to learn this properly.”

“Why?” Angelica demanded. “It’s not like you’re going to have to speak it, you just have to write it.”

“But when we meet…” Peggy countered, pouting. Her older sister looked down on her sadly.

“Peggy… they probably live across the world,” she said.

“I know, so one day we’ll find each other…”

“Peggy…” Angelica said again, apparently lost for words. She then got up from her bed and went to her desk, fetching her globe. She sat down on the bed next to her tiny sister and held it up to her, pointing to Northern Africa and Southwest Asia. “There are 22 countries in the world that speak Arabic. Your soulmate could be in any one of them.”

“I could go on a trip!” Peggy said, spinning the globe frustratedly. “Tell my soulmate what I’m doing… we could find each other!”

“How?” Angelica demanded. “Peg, you guys don’t speak the same language.”

Peggy’s eyes welled up with tears. “I’m learning…” she muttered.

“Oh no,” Angelica groaned as tears began to streak down her sister’s face. “Eliza!”

Eliza’s face soon peered around the doorframe to Angelica’s room. “What’s wrong?” she asked, before her eyes fell on her weeping little sister. “Oh no, what did you do, Ange?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Angelica said defensively as Eliza crossed to the bed and gathered the small girl into her arms, stroking her curly hair.

“What did Ange say to you, Peg?” Eliza asked gently, earning a small smack on the arm from Angelica.

“She says I’m not gonna meet my soulmate,” Peggy sobbed into Eliza’s shoulder. Eliza looked up at her older sister in exasperation. Angelica shrugged indifferently and Eliza rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to her inconsolable younger sister.

“That’s not true, Peggy… the universe has a plan for soulmates. We all meet ours,” she said gently.

“No!” Peggy cried angrily. “Alex told me that his dad never met his soulmate. That she died before they met!”

Eliza looked up to the ceiling as if wishing God to strike Alex down. She sighed and then looked back at her young sister. “Peggy. You’re six years old. You have a whole lifetime to find them,” Eliza said warmly. “And I promise you will.”

Eliza used her thumb to wipe away her younger sister’s tears and placed a kiss on her forehead. “I mean… I found Maria. Angelica found John. You’ll find yours too, okay?”

Peggy nodded, giving her older sister a watery smile. “Okay,” she said.

“You okay Peg?” Alex asked, squeezing the young girl’s tiny hand. The six-year-old was uncharacteristically quiet as he walked her home from school; she trotted along beside him, glaring at the sidewalk.

She heaved a great sigh. “I have ennui,” she said morosely.

“You’re bored?” Alex asked, stifling a laugh.

“No! I thought that meant sad!” she said grumpily. “Well… I’m sad.”

“Aw, why are you sad?” Alex asked with a small pout.

Peggy frowned. “When did you meet Thomas?”

Alex laughed awkwardly. “Um… we knew each other for a few years before we realized we were soulmates, but, uh…”

“How old were you?”

“He was fourteen. I was thirteen. When we met, that is.”

“But… you’re almost sixteen now!” she gasped. “That’s so long…”

“Yeah, it took us a while…” Alex laughed nervously. “Wh - why do you ask?”

“I’m never gonna meet my soulmate,” she sighed. “Ange said so.”

Alex smiled sadly and stopped walking. Peggy paused as well, turning around to face the now crouching Alexander. He stared intently into her large brown eyes. When he spoke, his voice was lowered confidentially. “Now… don’t tell her I said this,” he began at a whisper. Peggy leaned forward intently. “But Angelica doesn’t know everything.”

Peggy’s eyes widened. “But she’s -”

“Very smart, yeah,” Alex nodded. “But she doesn’t believe in a lot of the stuff that makes soulmates so special.”

“But you said your dad -”

“-and my mom never got to meet, I know,” he said with a sigh. “But the world works out in weird ways, right? Thomas and I… went through a lot before we got together… but it worked out, now. I mean, he’s far away, but we’re still happy.”

Peggy furrowed her small brow. “Thomas is just in Virginia. My soulmate’s across the world.”

“My mom was Caribbean,” Alex sad with a slightly broken smile. “And in third grade they picked pen pals from a school in New York and it just so happened to be my dad. You never know what could happen, Peg.”

“But I don’t just wanna write to them, I wanna be with them,” Peggy moaned.

Alex smiled and ruffled her short curls. “So then find them, Peg.”

“I’m home!” Eliza called as soon as she was in the door. No reply. She figured her dad was still at work; Angelica probably had headphones on… where was Peggy?

“Peggy?” she shouted, slipping off her shoes. “Peg?”

“Eliza shut up!” Angelica yelled. Eliza rolled her eyes and padded up the stairs, going to Peggy’s bedroom. She wasn’t in there. Feeling a tinge of worry, Eliza crossed the hall to Angelica’s bedroom. She opened the door without knocking, finding Angelica, as expected, with her headphones on, Skyping with John.

“Yo, Ange, did Alex get back with Peggy?” Eliza asked after waving to John.

“Yeah,” Angelica shrugged. “He dropped her off like an hour ago.”

“So… where is she?”

“Is she not in her room?” Angelica asked, immediately getting up from her desk and pulling off her headphones. John watched bemusedly as the girls left the room. They rushed into Peggy’s overwhelmingly bright bedroom, Angelica frantically opening the closet to see if the little girl was playing a prank on them.

“Oh my God,” Eliza said, and Angelica whipped around to find her sister staring at a note on flowery stationery, her hand clapped over her mouth.

“What?!” Angelica demanded, rushing over to her sister and pulling the note out of her hand.

Alex told me to go find my soulmate. So I’m going to. I’ll send postcards!

-Peggy

“I’m going to kill that boy,” Angelica groaned, tossing the note to the side.

“Where is she gonna go, Ange?” Eliza asked, her voice reaching super-sonic levels of hysteria.

“Eliza, relax. She’s six years old. She probably just barely made it to the end of the street.”

Peggy had made it a lot farther than that. She’d at first been stumped, unsure of the best route to JFK. But she’d recently been visited by the tooth fairy - who was rather more generous to her than some of her schoolmates, though she’d never brag - and she’d saved up her allowance for quite a long time, not knowing what she could use it for. Her pockets jingled with coins, and her wallet was fat with bills, and now she had the perfect reason to use it all - the pursuit of love.

She decided to walk to the bodega - where Alex took her sometimes to get her a lollipop - and see if she could catch a cab from there. Once there, she stood on the edge of the curb, watching the traffic.

“Peggy? What are you doing out here all alone?” a voice said from behind her. She whipped around and saw the owner of the bodega, Mr. Caraveo.

“Oh… I need a taxi,” she said with a bright smile.

His brow furrowed. “You don’t have anyone with you?”

“No, I’m going on a quest!”

“Does your dad know where you are?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow at the young girl.

“Yep!” she beamed. She’d left him a note for when he got home, just like her sisters.

He looked conflicted for a moment before nodding. “One second,” he said, turning to go back into the bodega.

Peggy waited patiently, shifting her heavy backpack on her shoulders. Mr. Caraveo returned moments later, holding an assortment of items in his hand.

“Here’s a lollipop for your journey,” he said, passing the candy to her with a smile. “Here’s a map, and here’s a compass.”

He unfolded the large piece of paper and pointed to an area near the top. He circled it with a red marker. “That’s where we are right now. If you get lost, come back here. And, see this?” he pointed to an arrow in the top right corner. “That’s telling you where north is. As long as your compass points to the N, you’re facing the same way as your map. Okay?”

Peggy grinned, grabbing the map and compass from the man and putting them both in her backpack among her books and snacks.

“Thanks, Mr. C,” she grinned.

“Be safe, okay, Peggy?” he said seriously, and she gave him a grave nod. He patted her on the head before returning inside, and she stepped to the edge of the curb again, waving her tiny hand in the air as a cab approached. It pulled up to the side and she skipped up to the passenger door, swinging it wide.

“Are you lost, little girl?” the driver asked with a small smile.

“Nope!” she grinned, buckling herself in. “I want to go to JFK airport please!”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Are you meeting someone there?”

“Not exactly, but I am supposed to be there!” Peggy said cheerily.

“Alright then,” he said with a chuckle, beginning to drive.

“I’m Peggy,” she grinned at him.

He smiled back. “I’m Anush,” he said. She nodded at him with a wide grin before turning to look out the window. He glanced over at the small girl, bemused as she kicked her feet distractedly, staring at the passing road signs. He glanced down at her arm where he saw a very short conversation.

Hi!

مرحبا (Hello)

He smiled. “Do you speak Arabic?”

She looked over at him with a small smile. “I’m trying to learn. My soulmate speaks it though!”

“I can see that. Do you know where they’re from?” he asked.

“No,” she shrugged. “But I’m gonna find out soon! I’m flying to North Africa and I’m gonna try and find them.”

Anush’s eyes widened. “By yourself?”

She nodded happily. “Yep!”

“Do you have money? A place to stay?” he asked.

“I have money,” she grinned. “And a map and compass! So I’m all set. Plus my friend Alex told me that soulmates just kinda… work out. So I figured I won’t have to look for too long.”

“You know,” he said gently. “You might want to wait to find your soulmate. I was forty when I found mine, but she’s everything I could have hoped for.”

Peggy’s eyes went wide. “You were forty?” she gasped.

He chuckled lightly, turning onto Grand Central Parkway. “Yes. I thought we were never going to meet. But it was worth the wait. You can’t force these things.”

“But am I forcing it or am I just doing what I was always supposed to do?” Peggy asked, and the driver shook his head, baffled.

“You got me there, kid,” he laughed. “You got me there.”

The two shared a happy conversation as they made the rest of the long journey to the airport. Peggy babbled excitedly the whole way, telling Anush all about her sisters and Alex; about her friends… he listened attentively, seemingly quite amused by the youngest sole passenger he’d ever had. When finally they arrived at the airport, she was buzzing with energy.

“How much do I owe you?” she asked.

“Uh…” he looked conflicted, glancing at the meter. Sensing that he was about to lie, Peggy leaned over to take a look. $56.52. Her heart sunk. That was almost all the money she had.

Trying not to let her sadness show on her face, Peggy reached into her backpack and pulled out her yellow plastic wallet her grandmother had given her, and took out everything she had. $65.

“Uh… tell you what, kid. Just give me twenty, okay?” he said awkwardly, but Peggy shook her head, passing all but her five dollar bill to him.

“Thanks for bringing me here,” she said, smiling despite the tears that were threatening to fill her eyes.

“You gonna be okay, kid?” he asked as she unbuckled her seat belt.

“Yep!” she said, forcing her normal cheeriness and hopping out onto the curb.

“Might wanna tie up your shoelace!” Anush laughed, and she grinned, saluting him. He smiled back, shooting her a little wave. Once he drove away, Peggy wandered helplessly into the airport, shifting her tiny little backpack higher on her shoulders.

She walked up to the information booth and stood on her tiptoes, leaning her elbows on the counter.

“Well hi there,” the lady behind the desk smiled warmly. “How can I help you, little lady?”

“I was wondering how much a plane ticket to North Africa is?” Peggy asked, biting her lip.

The woman furrowed her brow. “Where in North Africa, darling?” she asked.

Peggy pondered for a moment before pulling out the map Mr. Caraveo had given her. A little dimple appeared between her brows as she studied it. This didn’t look anything like Angelica’s globe. She passed it over the counter.

“Where on here is North Africa?”

The lady took it, bemused, and stifled a laugh. “Honey, this is a map of New York. Africa’s all the way across the world.”

Peggy emitted a frustrated sigh and took her map back.

“How about Egypt?” the lady suggested warmly. Peggy nodded and smiled. The lady tapped her long, acrylic nailed fingers on the keys, staring intently at her screen. “Well… there’s a flight heading for Alexandria in about five hours that’s… fifteen.”

“Dollars?” Peggy asked with a grin. She could easily get ten dollars somewhere.

“Fifteen hundred, darling,” she said, and Peggy felt her stomach drop out.

“Oh…” she muttered softly, eyes glazing over with tears. She chewed her lip, willing herself not to cry. “Well… um. Do you… do you have a phone I could use?”

The lady pouted sympathetically. “Sure, sweetheart. There’s a payphone down that way.” She pointed down the hall and Peggy nodded, traipsing off in the direction of her dainty finger. She stumbled slightly on her loose lace, but continued on her way, eyes trained on the ground.

The disappointment she felt was utterly crushing. Maybe she would end up like Anush; not finding her soulmate for another thirty-four years. The thought made her want to cry even harder. As she approached the pay phone, she noticed a large crowd of people coming her way; the babble was almost deafening in the wide, echoey halls.

She stood on her tiptoes to reach the phone, slotting in a quarter she had in her pocket from the tooth fairy. When she heard the dial tone, she punched in Eliza’s cell-phone number, waiting impatiently for her to pick up.

“Hello?” Eliza answered, her voice frantic.

“Hi,” Peggy said softly.

“Peggy! Oh, thank God. Angelica! She’s on the phone! Where are you?”

“I’m at JFK… I don’t have enough for a plane ticket,” Peggy muttered.

“Oh my God…” Eliza groaned. “Stay right where you are. We’ll be there as soon as we can.”

The phone went dead and Peggy hung it up reluctantly, turning to watch the crowd of people milling around, apparently waiting for something. She watched with rapt attention until a man in a bright yellow vest stepped in front of her, blocking her view.

“You lost?” he asked in a gruff voice. “Where’s your mom?”

“Oh… I don’t have one,” she said with a smile. “And no, I’m not lost. My sister’s coming.”

“Hmmph,” he grumbled, turning to walk away.

“Wait!” Peggy said, and he turned back to face her. “Who are all those people?” she asked, pointing to the crowd.

The man’s face soured. “Oh. They’re refugees.”

Peggy’s eyes widened. “Wow. Where did they come from?”

But the man had already left. Intrigued, Peggy began to walk their way.

Suddenly, there was a loud clamour from down the hall. It sounded like instructions... in another language. The crowd of people began moving her way, and Peggy was shocked by the sheer number of them. Many of the women wore beautiful head scarves… Peggy tried to remember what they were called; Eliza told her once... Hijabs. They were gorgeous; some brightly coloured, some more subdued.

Soon the swarm of people were upon her and she tried to pin herself to the wall to let them all pass. Unfortunately, as they passed, someone stepped on Peggy’s loose shoelace, causing her to lose her balance and fall painfully on her backside.

“Oww,” Peggy moaned, rubbing her lower back.

“Um… you - are… hurt?”

Peggy looked up into a set of beautiful blue-gray eyes, set strikingly against dark, freckled skin. The girl was young - maybe seven or eight, and stunningly beautiful. Peggy smiled despite her pain and shook her head. The beautiful girl held out her hand, and Peggy reached up her own.

The girl gasped softly, eyes transfixed on Peggy’s forearm.

“What?” Peggy asked, eyes going wide.

The girl’s soft fingers grazed the inked-on words she and her soulmate had shared. Wordlessly, she pointed at herself.

Peggy’s heart soared as she looked back up into those beautiful blue eyes, now swimming with tears.

“Marhabaan,” Peggy whispered softly. “Aismi Peggy.”

#AAAAAAH #meant to be #peggy x ???#her name is uri #mayhaps there will be more of this ship.....#:DDD #hamilton #hamilton fanfic

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01|A Bad Situation

Even though I was almost two months into my third year of medical school my body still found it difficult to adjust to the hours I was putting in like now. My eyes felt heavy and the steady beating of the rain against the hospital window wasn't proving helpful to my current situation. Attempting to keep up my grades, I was doing some reading on the conditions I had come across with patients during rounds this morning, but all I really wanted to do was sleep. A yawn escaped my Ruby Woo painted lips before my phone nearly startled me as it vibrated against my leg.

I was thankful I was in the M3-M4 lounge and not on the floor with my attending physician. Fishing the iPhone out my pocket my face scrunched up in confusion as I registered the caller. It was Shayla: my cousin. Our relationship hadn't been the same over the last few years. We went from speaking just about every day to not really speaking at all so I couldn't fathom why she'd be calling me, but nonetheless, I exited the lounge not wanting to disturb anyone else as I answered my phone.

“Hello?”

“You need to get down to Methodist hospital right now. I'm here with your mother.”

“Wait what! Is she okay? What happened?”

“She’s in surgery. Trinity please just get down here.”

The familiar beep let me know the call ended and I couldn't gather my things fast enough as I went to find my resident and let them know of my sudden family emergency. I ran as fast my feet would carry me and caught the first cab I could get into. Any other day I would have gotten on the subway to get me to Brooklyn, but the hour long ride wasn't going to cut it today: not while my mother was sitting in the hospital and I had no idea what was going on.

As the cab drove through the busy streets of New York City my mind kept running over different scenarios. I hadn't gotten a chance to see her this morning because when I left she was still in bed, but up to last night she'd been just fine so what could have gone wrong while I was at school. What could be wrong that she’d be in surgery? My mind was spinning and it didn't help that I didn't have any information besides the fact I needed to haul ass. The salty liquid left my eyes causing me to wipe at my face as I pulled my phone from my pocket.

I wanted to call Shayla back, but if she wasn’t willing to give me answers before I knew she wouldn’t give them to me now and honestly I wasn’t sure if I could handle the information I was seeking in my fragile state. So instead of dialing her number, I hit my second favorite contact and placed the phone to my ear. Upon hearing my best friends voice I didn’t even give him our usual stupid greeting.

“Caleb, mama is in the hospital,” My voice shaky.

“What? Is she okay?”

“I don’t know.” As the words fled my lips I felt a sense of hopelessness leave with them causing a sob to push its way through.

“Calm down baby girl. Don’t get yourself worked up until you know any thing for sure. Where are you now?”

“I’m in a cab on my way to Methodist.”

“I’ll meet you there and I know you’re stressing yourself out. Stop it! Mama is going to be fine.”

The line disconnected and though I knew his words were sincere I still couldn’t stop my brain from getting ahead of itself. I could feel the driver looking at me from the rear view mirror, but I had no shame as I continued to let everything out not caring that I was embarrassing myself in the back of this cab. Pulling up to a red light he handed me some tissues and I mumbled a barely audible thank you before dabbing at my face.

“You’re welcome beautiful. Keep it positive.”

The trip from the Lower East Side to Brooklyn didn't take too long considering it was rush hour and upon overhearing my situation the driver put a little peep in his step. Pulling up to Methodist I was pretty much out the cab before it could come to a complete halt. Upon entering I wasted no time asking for directions to get where I needed to be. The elevator doors let me out on the third floor and I immediately spotted Shayla, but she wasn’t alone. By her side was her fiancé Brandon. It wasn’t that I disliked him I just didn’t know him very well and that was partially to blame on the lack of communication between Shayla and myself. Had we been close like we once were I’m sure things would be different. Rushing over to them I skipped over the formalities.

“Tell me what’s going on.” My tone demanding.

With tears in her eyes and trembling lips, Shayla looked up at me and immediately I could spot how uncomfortable she was and maybe that’s why she didn’t oblige with my request. Instead, it was Brandon who gave me the 411.

“She’s still in surgery, and the doctors haven’t given us much word yet, except they believe she had a stroke.”

“A stroke?” I asked in disbelief. “How?” My question was rhetorical because I didn’t expect Shayla or Brandon to have those answers, but why didn’t I notice something. Maybe because stroke symptoms weren’t exactly obvious and I’d never heard her complain about said symptoms. That could’ve been it or perhaps it had something to do with me spending most of my day at a hospital worrying about everyone else’s issues but my own. Was I not the girl with six figures worth of debt all in pursuit of a career in medicine, yet I couldn’t see problems in my own household or with my own mother? I was already failing.

Plopping down in the seat next to Shayla I buried my face into my hands as I found myself crying again. My emotions were getting the best of me again and I absolutely hated it. I felt a hand on my back offering comfort, but the touch felt forced and it made my sense of anxiety even higher. With my tear filled eyes, I looked over to Shayla as I shrugged away from her touch, feeling myself growing angry and frustrated.

“Don't touch me.” I spat.

“Excuse you?”

“You heard me.”

“Let's get something straight I don't need to be here. That isn't my aunt or mother in that operating room. And FYI had I not found her she'd probably be on her way to the coroner’s office you ungrateful brat.”

“Ungrateful? When my father was around she was your aunt, right? When your mother did -” I got ready to tell her something she might not be too fond of hearing, but someone calling my name stopped me from reading her for filth.

“Trinity.”

Looking to the caller of my name I got out my seat and engulfed Caleb in a hug. His touch on my back was one of security. It felt soothing as I cried into his shirt while he attempted to hush my cries. Pulling away from me he held my face as the pads of thumb removed stray tears from my face.

“She had a stroke. What am I going to do if she doesn’t pull through? I can’t lose her, Caleb. I can’t go through that pain of losing a parent again.”

Almost eight years ago I’d lost my father to coronary artery disease. I knew he was watching over mama and me, but it wasn’t the same thing as him being here. I missed our car rides where we’d drive around aimlessly talking about any and everything. The only cap and gown he’d seen me in were my high school one. He wasn’t there to see my biggest accomplishment thus far: graduating from NYU with my bachelors of science in biochemistry. Even though it’d been so long I still thought about him and tried to honor his memory.

“I know. Mama’s a fighter. She’s gonna make it and the first thing she’s going to do is whoop your ass for doubting her.”

A chuckle escaped our lips. I appreciated his efforts to cheer me up with everything going on.

Taking a seat, we began playing the waiting game hoping to hear some good news.

The three hour surgery felt like it had lasted forever, but the doctors finally emerged to update us on my mother's condition

“So Mrs. St. James suffered a hemorrhagic stroke caused by a brain aneurysm. We were able to stop the bleeding from the aneurysm, but there might some side effects from the stroke. With the stress of her stroke we had no choice, but to put her into a medically induced coma. We’ll be monitoring her. For now, her condition is critical but stable. “

My mouth felt dry as words failed to form. How was I supposed to respond to that? She was alive and I was grateful, but she was in a coma. What was I going to do without my mama?

“Can we allow her daughter to visit her for a few minutes?” Caleb spoke up.

“Certainly. We encourage you to talk to her.”

My feet felt like they were stuck to the floor, but I somehow found it in me to move forward and follow the doctor my mother's room in the ICU.

She looked to be in a deep sleep, but I knew it was more than that. I didn't even bother taking a seat bed side; I instantly took a hold of her hand.

“Mama, I need you so you have to snap out of this. You can not leave me.”

Casting my gaze to the ceiling I was attempting to keep my tears at bay.

“You have to watch me graduate from med school and start my residency. We have to argue about where I'm going to pursue my residency. We aren't done yet. Our story isn’t done. We still have so much to discuss. I just... I love you, mama.”

There was so much more I wanted to say, but she’d hear it when she woke up from this coma. Placing a kiss on her forehead I exited the room and walked right into Caleb’s arms.

“Let’s go,” I said.

Taking one last look at Shayla I shook my head as Caleb and I headed to the parking lot.

Music poured from the speakers of Caleb’s Maxima, but other than that the car ride was silent. I was all in my head over analyzing trying to put my medical knowledge to the test, but it wasn’t doing anything for me. Taking a deep breath, I repeated the words said to me earlier.

‘Keep it positive.’

The familiar white and blue brownstone house came into view before the car came to a stop.

“Do you want me to stay the night?”

“No, it’s okay Caleb. Thank you though. I appreciate the offer.” I gave him a small smile before placing a kiss on his cheek.

Exiting the vehicle Caleb didn’t pull off until I made it inside. I immediately went to shower hoping for it give me a more relaxed state of mind and it did exactly that as I had come out half an hour later. Getting comfortable in the living room I attempted to get some studying done, but that was useless especially with my stomach grumbling letting me know I should feed myself.

Searching the fridge, I pulled out yesterday's leftovers which consisted of breaded pork chops, baked potatoes, and a side of veggies. Heating it up I sat at the dining room table, but even with me being as hungry as I was my appetite wasn’t there.

Memories of Mama and I preparing the food flooded my head. We were happy and laughing as we cracked jokes. Now, what if this was the last time I had one of her meals?

I couldn’t do this to myself and I wouldn’t. I would not drive myself crazy and throw a pity party. Mama wouldn’t want me to so I decided to take Caleb’s offer, but it wasn’t him I was inviting over. Picking up my phone I dialed an old friend up knowing he’d find the perfect way to keep me occupied.

“Finally figuring out how the phone works?”

“Tristian, I need you to come over.”

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CSJJ Day 31: “Knead Your Loving”

A/N: Here it is, the final day of @csjanuaryjoy! I am so happy to be the endcap on what has been a fantastic month!! Have some lighthearted smut-glitter with inferences of terrible pornos. Thanks to @sambethe for looking this over and finding all my dumb errors and liking the same silly things I like about this one. (FYI: I have been up for 20 hours and worked both jobs today, finished this fic, and had too much caffeine. Please forgive me for such a title.)

Prompt: My friend keeps lecturing me on the importance of self care and I booked a massage to shut them up.. But my masseuse is the anonymous stranger I fucked at Christmas.

Rating: M to be safe?

So far, 2017 has been… less than kind to Emma Swan. That’s the way she’s putting it right now, at least. She won’t claim it’s anywhere as bad as 2016 – she’ll give it a couple more months before she claims that. But January has not been very gentle with her.

The colder-than-average weather means everything hurts just a little more. Running after criminals in bitter chill doesn’t work as well as in the more temperate weather, so she’s bruised and bumped and has spent more nights with her feet in a tub of hot water than she can really count.

There’s a text waiting for her when she gets home from work, Snow’s cheery message of greeting reminding her there’s a reason she got her a gift certificate to the local spa.

“Treat yo’ self,” Emma mutters out loud, her eyes gliding across the letters as they appear in the message. She can’t remember the last time she did something as simple as relax. She’s been perpetually on the move for what feels like her whole life, but at least the pace she keeps now is up to her instead of being shoved from one home to another in the foster process.

She closes out of the messaging app and dials the number on the certificate before she can talk herself out of the decision. There’s still another week before her son comes back from a winter vacation with his adoptive mother, and it might be nice to hit the reset button in celebration of the new year. Get a massage, clean house, refocus herself, and be ready for whatever the next eleven months might throw at her.

They can’t fit her in until the end of the month, but Emma finds out that Snow went all out on her. The certificate entitles her to a full spa day, with a massage and facial and all sorts of services included. She sets up the appointment for the last day in January and writes it on her calendar. It becomes something to work towards, and she bases all her to-do lists around that single day.

It turns out that, since moving to Storybrooke, Emma has been hoarding more than usual. Maybe it’s because she’s looking to put down her roots for once. When Henry barged in on her over a year ago, she was lonely and walled off, living in Boston and unsure what direction her life was going to take from that point on. Henry at least gave her a starting point.

After a couple months of tension, she worked out a deal with Regina, the woman who adopted her son when she gave him up at birth. If Henry wanted Emma in her life, she was sure as hell going to be there, and Regina finally agreed after much tongue clicking and eye rolling. Thankfully, since the worst of the aggression and wariness wore off, they found they actually get along.

Emma has made several other friends in the small town as well, including Snow. She and her husband, David, have begun taking care of her like they’re her parents. She doesn’t fully hate it, and by that she means she loves it, but she’ll never admit it out loud.

The small town is unlike any she’s ever been to. For one, there’s a decent amount of people, so she doesn’t feel like she’s seeing the same faces every single day. She is, but there’s enough variety to not make it feel that way. There’s also a revolving door on the town limits. Despite the fact that so many people claim they live there, she’s not seen people she met during her first week for months at a time. It’s bizarre.

As far as stress relief goes for Emma, though, she doesn’t really do a lot. She uses the local gym to get a lot of her frustrations out, either by kickboxing or taking spinning classes with Snow. That second option takes a lot of cajoling and bribery in the form of grilled cheese sandwiches for her to get Emma to agree, thus rendering the workout almost useless in the face of the carbs.

The way she most enjoys letting off some steam is by having sex, but in a small town there’s only so many choices, even with the irregularity of the residents. The last thing she needs to do is accidentally one-night-stand one of Henry’s teachers, or a friend of Regina’s. On the list of Emma’s nightmares, those scenarios top it.

Since moving to Storybrooke, Emma’s conquests have been few and far between. But that isn’t to say they’ve been non-existent. There was a romp on Christmas Eve that still leaves her tingling if she thinks about it for too long.

It was good, and that’s the reason she’s still thinking about it a month later. It has nothing to do with the easy conversation he drew her into. It isn’t the fact that a lost girl and a lost boy were able to recognize each other almost instantly, that connection being the starter spark to what was an intense fire of passion as they drove each other over the edge time and time again. Nope, those aren’t why she’s thinking of the stranger with the gorgeous blue eyes that hid sadness and loss. And while the looks and the mattress tango were, admittedly, stellar…

She couldn’t allow herself to fall asleep in his arms. Instead, she chose to flee the moment he fell asleep, without the decency to get his number or leave hers on a note beside the bed. Connections like him only lead to trouble, because it would only be a matter of time before he was either leaving her behind or demanding more than she could give.

Nothing good comes from relationships. Except Henry. He’s the one exception to any rule, she supposes.

When the day of her spa treatment finally arrives, Emma is ready for it. She even leaves her cellphone at home, not willing to accept a single call or text while she’s trying to relax.

She’s immediately bundled into a robe and slippers, compliments of the spa. The robe feels more luxurious than the cotton one she has at home, especially with the thick terry material lining it and the sleeves that dip past her fingertips. She cuffs the extra material and smiles at her reflection, already feeling pampered beyond her norm. With her belongings stored in one of the lockers, she heads back to the waiting area for the next step.

A quiet woman directs her to a little sitting room with a metal basin resting on the floor. This she’s familiar with, even if her own foot bath uses hot tap water from her tub and some of the lavender bubble bath Henry gave her for Christmas. Theirs, however, isn’t lavender bubble bath, and the moment her feet sink into the water, she can feel the tension leak out of her body.

The woman instructs her to fill out some kind of form about her stress levels and where she carries her tension.

She ends up circling most of the options, noting all the places she has current bruises from work-related injuries. The woman tuts when she collects the clipboard from Emma, telling her to sit back and relax, and that Killian will be right with her.

Killian. Killian? Oh, shit. Killian.

All at once she can taste peppermint schnapps and rough kisses. She can feel the gear shift in her side as he all but drags her across the console to straddle his lap – no easy feat in an old Volkswagen Bug. Cold hands and cold noses and cold cheeks all brushing and seeking the warmth of the other. An accent and a voice like some manifestation of sexual desire in human form. His lips, and tongue, and eyes, and –

She realizes she’s blushing furiously when the man himself rounds the corner, already starting a routine greeting and introduction as if he isn’t going to find the woman he fucked senseless a month ago waiting for him. Emma can pinpoint the moment he stops glancing at the small bottles in his hand and looks at her because there’s a high-pitched whisper of something that sounds a lot like “bloody fucking hell” tripping out of his mouth before he catches himself.

“Swan,” he says, the oils almost forgotten, as is most of the decorum on both their behalves in a situation such as this. She can feel the flush spreading all the way down her chest, her body remembering every glorious place he touched and how at the simple utterance of that one syllable.

She whimpers, but Killian collects himself faster than she does, launching directly into his spiel about the scents he’s going to use. When he kneels down in front of her to have her smell each one, his voice once again drops to a whisper.

“Relax, love. I promise that no one will know a thing unless you don’t change that terrified yet oddly aroused facial expression you’re currently wearing.” He winks, his smile calm and teasing as he does so.

The words have their intended effect. She huffs out a small laugh while her body relaxes again. She can almost forget all the things they did together by the time he’s declared that her scent for the day is vanilla, until he mentions he’s sure she would’ve been happier with something more like hot chocolate and cinnamon. Thankfully, he doesn’t give her enough time to be flustered about his memory, as he gently pulls her feet out of the water, drying them thoroughly and sliding the spa-issued plastic sandals back on her feet like they’re Cinderella’s glass slippers, instead.

The notion of being naked, save for her most sensible pair of cotton underwear, under a sheet on the table shouldn’t be a big deal. Especially when the man who enters the room again when she’s settled has seen her in much, much less. And is very intimately acquainted with what the sheet and undies are hiding. She hears him pause by the door, and a lone, shaky exhale escape from him.

“Comfortable?” he asks, his voice clear.

Her response is high-pitched, but apparently convincing enough that she sees him pop into view above her. He smiles down at her, explaining the process of the facial and eye zone treatments. She has no idea what half of them are, but he reassures her that it’ll make her look amazing.

“As if it’s possible for you to be more beautiful,” he mutters. He’s moved away, over to the counter by the sink that the small room contains. She hears him readying products and such, but again, has no real idea of what to expect since it’s her first time for any of this, but if she was trusting enough to leave her pleasure in his hands once (or several times, as the memory stands) then she can do her best to relax and give over to a different kind of enjoyment.

Once Killian begins, he is the face of professionalism. He doesn’t speak unless he’s explaining something to do with what he’s applying. He’s gentle, but confident in each swipe of his fingers over her face. His fingers are the exact right amount of pressure on her scalp as he massages. His breath fans over her face once or twice and she hazards a peek at one of those junctures.

While he’s bleary in the dimly lighted room, she can see the intense look of concentration on his face and she takes the quick moment to appreciate his dedication to his job. It’s clear that when he entered this room, their history stayed on the other side of the door.

The hour flies by, and Emma has to admit that she is nearing sleep in her ultra-relaxed state of being.

“Normally, I would recommend coming in once or twice more to complete the process, but your skin is already so well managed that there’s really no need for a follow up facial,” Killian explains as he removes the last of the masque he’d applied. “This completes the first step of your spa package. I do believe you’re signed up for the half-day getaway, correct?”

“Yeah,” Emma says, almost incapable of forming any other response as his fingers smooth over her chin, her cheekbones, along her brows. She has no idea what comes next, though, so she feels she should at least find her words and ask what else is in store for her. “So, do I leave you at this point and go somewhere else?”

He chuckles softly, and she can feel it ruffle the hair right at her temple, so she waits until he’s done before opening her eyes and turning to look at him.

“You’re stuck with me, I’m afraid.” He says it so seriously, however she can see the smile he’s fighting down and the sparkle in his eyes as he does so. “Would you like a refreshment? Or to use the restroom before we begin the massage?”

“Wait, you’re doing a massage, too?”

“Aye, love. As I said, you’re stuck with me. At least for this half of your treatments. It’s not -” Here he pauses, and she can hear the hesitance in his voice for the first time since she got here. “It’s not a problem, is it? Would you be more comfortable if I found you another specialist?”

She doesn’t have a chance to answer before he’s sliding away on the small rolling stool he’s been using, muttering something about being “bloody stupid” and she almost upsets the sheet that’s covering her when she makes a wild grab for the sleeve of his shirt and instead grasps his arm. “Killian, wait.” He stops immediately, turning only enough to make eye contact with her. “I’m okay. This is okay.”

Still he hesitates, and she thinks he’s going to ignore her reassurance and go find another person to handle the massage, but then there’s one small nod and a hint of his smile, and he declares he’s going to get her a glass of fruit-infused water if she’d like to use the restroom while he’s gone.

It’s a challenge to slip her robe on and wiggle her feet into the sandals again, and even more of an obstacle to get across the hallway to the small public restroom where she locked her clothes earlier. She tries to move quickly, but this is possibly the most relaxed Emma has ever felt in her whole life and she cannot convince her limbs to cooperate with any pace other than glacial.

Despite the time it takes her to complete the simple task, she’s still back in the room and under the sheet when Killian returns with her water, and it’s not until she sees the drink that she realizes she’s parched.

“Make sure as you continue your time here, and especially after you’ve returned home, that you hydrate all day. That’s the key mistake most people make when they get massages,” he says as he places the glass on a small table beside her and urges her to sit up and drink. “I’ve got to prepare a couple things here, so my back will be turned to you. Take your time and let me know when you’re comfortable again.”

She takes his advice to take as much time as she wants, sipping the water at his insistence instead of chugging it down.

“So is this where you prepare the giant bowl of baby oil to dump all over my body?”

“I don’t know what porno you think we’re reenacting, Swan, but I assure you there will be no bowls of oil today.”

She laughs, the sound coming out both amused and embarrassed since he was able to so effectively pinpoint where she may have gotten the idea in the first place. Especially since she’s slept with this particular massage specialist and she’s definitely touched herself to the videos in question. She wonders if she just fucked it all up again, but Killian hums along to the quiet, classical music playing in the room and continues on like mentioning porn is just another aspect of his day.

Suddenly, she wonders if it is. She wonders if other women walk into this room and hit on him. She wonders if he’s ever fucked anyone on this table before, or if he would like to, and she has to drink the last of the water a little faster when she very abruptly imagines herself on all fours, Killian behind her naked and glistening and thrusting into her.

She needs to watch less porn.

But it’s that thought that led her into a bar on Christmas Eve, and led her back out of it with Killian in tow as they headed for her car, and then to his place.

“All done?” Killian’s voice effectively pops the little bubble of Emma’s daydream and she nearly slams the glass back on the table before she situates herself.

Her response is almost croaked out, despite the recent hydration, and she prays he doesn’t notice the flush of arousal across her collarbones that’s slowly spreading downward.

“I’ve no idea what you’ve been thinking about in that pretty little head of yours, Emma, but you need to relax again.” He rubs his hands together and holds them a few inches above her face, instructing her to breathe in and out with him as she inhales the calming scent that reminds her of the bowl of peppermints Snow keeps on the table in the entrance of her and David’s home.

Somehow, over the course of the next hour, Emma manages to turn herself over to the rhythmic repetitions of Killian’s attentions as he massages one arm, then the other. His strong fingers gently but firmly apply pressure to hers, all the way to the tips of each individual finger before moving to the other side and doing the same.

He goes from her scalp to her toes before quietly requesting that she turn to her stomach as he holds the sheet for her to move. After he’s propped two towels under her shoulders, he resumes his attentions across her shoulders and along her spine, stopping just short of where he’s rolled the blanket down to her lower back, and she sighs at each knot that dissipates. It takes everything she has not to moan when he drapes a heated towel over the whole of her back.

When Killian rolls the coverings back up to her shoulders, she has to stop herself from being disappointed, especially when she recognizes the weight of her robe being placed across her legs.

“Well, love, you’re all set with me. It’s on to lunch and the second half of your spa day, now. Your robe is here, there’s a brush on the stool over in the corner and an extra hot towel if you want to remove any excess oil before moving on to the salon portion.”

She hears him shuffle around, moving no closer but no farther away from the table as he does so. His hand ends up resting lightly just below her shoulder blade, the pressure of his palm almost non-existent but she can feel it burning through the layers that separate their skin.

“Emma, I gathered you didn’t want any further contact by the way you left things at Christmas, but I wanted you to know how good it was to see you again.” He pauses, his fingers slipping away as he finally moves, and his voice is even softer as he says, “I hope you enjoy the rest of your day here.”

He’s almost to the door when she sits up, flinging off the sheet and temporarily forgetting that she’s in nothing but a pair of underwear as she rushes to get to him before he gets the door open.

“Killian, wait!”

His face is a combination of shock and confusion as he glances down briefly before focusing on her face, but his eyes don’t stay open long as she reaches up to kiss him. It’s when his hands find her bare back that she suddenly realizes what she’s done, and how undressed she is, and a flush of arousal mixes with one of embarrassment. She keeps herself pressed close against him to try and save some shred of dignity.

Don’t get her wrong, if this weren’t his place of employment, she would have no qualms walking about naked as a jaybird, and would probably insist he do the same. But she does like to pretend that she has tact at some points; this moment will just have to go down as an oversight.

“A lost boy can always recognize a lost girl, right?” she says, her arms wrapped tight around him and her hands clutching the back of his shirt.

“That’s right, love.”

“Well, maybe this lost girl can call this lost boy sometime?”

“I’ll leave my card over on the counter. Just as soon as you turn away, so I can be spared an erection as I go to prepare for the widow Lucas.”

Emma snorts at the mental image, and accepts the quick peck to her lips he gives her. She backs away and brings her arms across her chest at the same time, shielding herself from his view and turning her back to him. She glances over her shoulder and smiles at Killian as he keeps his word, sliding one of his cards onto the counter before he gives her one last wink and vanishes from the room.

She flops onto the table, grousing at herself in the muffled freedom of her robe before she straightens again. She’s diligent with herself after that, taking the extra couple minutes to run the hot (more like lukewarm, now) towel across her shoulders and neck. She brushes her hair and twists it up into a bun before she slides the heavy robe back on and slips Killian’s card in her pocket.

The quiet woman from her arrival is waiting outside the door when she exits, and she leads her to another area where they start the process for a pedicure and leg moisturizing treatment and serve her a light lunch. The quiet woman is replaced by a woman named Tink, who enthusiastically asks her life story while working to make her feet resemble feet, instead of rough blocks of sandpaper.

When she asks Emma what color she wants for her polish, Emma smiles wide at the array of colors she presents and chooses a soft pink. She absently notes that it’s a perfect match to the dress she’s never had a chance to wear.

“Nice choice,” Tink says with a grin, grabbing the selection and getting to work. “So, standard small talk question for you. How’s the love life?”

“Complicated,” Emma says, looking up when she hears footsteps going towards the massage rooms and making eye contact with Killian. He presses his lips together in a smile and disappears into the room, and Emma emphasizes when she repeats, “very complicated.”

By the time Tink has moved from feet to hands, Emma almost feels like she has another friend. The conversation is easy, her smiles are relaxed and happy, and she wonders if this is what spa days are meant to do. Besides relaxing her physically, it’s almost as if it’s repaired years of emotional damage as well. It’s like the people in this place are painstakingly putting her pieces back in place, erasing some of the abandonment issues and blurring out bad memories.

She’s shipped off to one last stop when her nails are finished, this time having to discard the robe and sandals and climb back into her own clothing. She’s also shuffled out of the serene spa environment and sent to the salon to have her hair and make-up done.

By the time she’s out of there, it’s almost dinner time and the sun is setting behind the gloom of winter. She resists pulling her beanie back over her hair, instead fluffing the silky curls over her ears to protect them from the cold. She’s headed straight for her car, but she hears a door shut on the side of the building. She leans a little, peering around the corner just in time to see Killian exiting through what must be an employee door.

She considers calling out to him, but instead clambers into her car to text him. It’s only when she reaches for her phone that she remembers it’s at home in preparation of her quiet, stress-free day, and she mentally kicks herself. But it’s not like she knew Killian would be here, or that she would want to call him so soon after seeing him again. She brushes her fingers along the edge of the card she slipped into her coat pocket and weighs her choices. With a smile, she glances in her rearview mirror to see him in his car, rubbing his hands together as he waits for it to warm up.

Snow did give her the spa day so she would treat herself. Maybe this will cross off another item on Snow’s wishlist of “Things She Only Wants for Emma to be Happy” – hope is within reach again for the first time in a long time.

-x-

When the unknown number pops up with a text message less than five minutes after he’s arrived home from work, Killian would use ‘surprised’ as an understatement to his reaction. Sure, she came after him, and sure, she kissed him (with nothing but a delightful pair of knickers with polar bears all over them, his memory rudely supplies), but she also picked him up in a bar and left before he was even fully asleep.

He’d had to run football stats in his head for two hours straight just to stop his body from reacting to Emma, pliant and softly moaning beneath his hands for both the facial and the massage. He’s pretty sure she didn’t even realize she was making the quiet noises of pleasure and encouragement, and thus he worked on deep breathing techniques and tried to remember as much Latin as he could from his high school classes.

The message is a simple one, inquiring if he’s had dinner yet. When he responds that he hasn’t, she replies almost immediately to ask if he’d like to meet her at the Italian place on Main Street in an hour. He sends an affirmative before he really considers it, but even after the message is sent, he knows he’s made the right choice. Emma’s words about lost girls and boys resonate deep and he remembers how talking to her that night felt like talking to a kindred spirit.

While he’s enjoyed Storybrooke’s small and quiet nature since he moved here, he’s also been impressed that it was possible to get lost in the crowd of a small number of people. But that same nature meant that it just took a few well-placed inquiries to find out who his mystery woman had been on Christmas Eve, all without letting on exactly why he was so interested in Emma Swan.

She’s been on his mind ever since, the couple hours of conversation lingering in the back of his mind during every breakfast, every shift at the spa he’s grown to love, every boy’s night with his mates. Her voice has echoed familiar sentiments as she spoke of being alone for the holidays despite a number of friends, and a son who loved her enough to track her down and bring her here.

Sometimes loneliness is more a mental thing than a physical one, as Killian knows all too well.

He dresses for the location, making sure every hair is in place – which is to say that it’s as artfully disheveled as he can make it. In an act of impeccable timing, he arrives just minutes before Emma’s familiar yellow Bug pulls into the parking lot.

There’s this perfect, slow-motion moment when she climbs from the vehicle and he gets a look at long, lean legs. With one last deep breath, he walks over to her car, ready to escort her in for what he hopes is the first of many dates.

-x-

For the record, they always split the massages, so that Killian isn’t doing all the work. By the following Christmas, the loneliness has seeped from both their expressions, leaving behind the comfort and love that’s grown in its place. And no matter how mind-blowing the sex is, bowls of oil are still never invited into their bedroom.

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