#I like getting dirty in the rocks and meeting all the little spiders but my fingers are a little beat up now
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even after all these years
pairing: Eddie Munson x reader
summary: based on the prompt “i take my little sibling to their school’s halloween carnival and you’re one of the volunteers/workers there and you’re super cute” but slightly different
warnings: light swearing, bats
a/n: is it even legal to finally be posting a halloween fic in december? let’s pretend it is and i’m not criminally late with it! but in my defense, i started writing this before halloween and then just never finished it </3
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Eddie didn’t want to be here. Now don’t get him wrong, he liked Halloween just as much as the next person, but being around all these people that were ready to hunt him down and burn him at the stake just months ago, who were now pretending like it never happened, just didn’t tickle his fancy.
But Dustin and Steve were very adamant on him coming with them, and as much as he wanted to decline, he couldn’t.
So now here he was, shuffling behind his friends as they wandered around the Hawkins High parking lot that had been converted into a makeshift Halloween carnival, trying his best to ignore the stares and whispers aimed his way.
Eddie was no stranger to them, but these were different. He wasn’t just a freak, he was a so called “murderer”. Even though his name had been cleared a long time ago.
“Dude, you look like you’re about to piss yourself. Relax.” Steve’s voice drew him out of his thoughts, his eyes flicking to the brown haired boy currently raising a brow at him. “You’re fine, Munson.”
“Yeah, yeah, okay. Whatever.” Eddie muttered, shoving his hands into the pockets of his denim jacket sulkily.
Dustin cast a glance back at him, frowning when he saw the older boy kicking a rock down the gravel path, much more interested in the toes of his dirty sneakers than anything else around him. He felt bad for dragging Eddie here when he obviously wasn’t having any fun, but it was good for him to get out more. He’d barely left Steve’s house at all the past seven months, only managing to drag himself to Hellfire meetings and to give Dustin an occasional ride home from school.
“Hey, you wanna come with me to get my face painted?” Dustin asked excitedly, making his way back to tug on Eddie’s sleeve with a grin. “I was thinking like a huge spiderweb, straight across my cheek. Pretty badass, don’t you think?”
“I guess.” Eddie shrugged, instantly feeling guilt pool in his stomach when he saw Dustin’s shoulders slump. So he tried his best to remedy it by plastering a smile on his face, clapping him on the back and pulling him closer by the collar of his jacket. “That does sound real badass, Henderson. Lead the way.”
Dustin perked right back up, launching into a mindless ramble about some species of spider that Eddie wasn’t paying attention to all that much as they made their way through the crowds of kids and parents to the face painting table. Immediately plunking into a free chair across from one of the Hawkins High science teachers, Dustin started talking again, probably forgetting that Eddie had come with him.
Eddie, on the other hand, was about ready to ditch him, since he was getting a few weird looks as he just stood in the middle of the array of tables awkwardly.
“Hey, I know you. You’re—”
“Yeah, yeah, Eddie the freak, satanic worshipper, murderer, yada, yada,” He grumbled, deciding to slouch over into another flimsy plastic chair with his arms crossed over his chest to get out of people’s way, barely hastening you a glance before focusing his scowl on the worn out knees of his jeans.
“Uh…okay. That’s not what I was thinking of though.” You frowned. “Hawkins middle school debate team, sixth grade.”
Eddie’s eyes snapped up, widening in horror at the sight of you. You, out of all the people he could’ve snapped at.
He remembered you, and he definitely remembered that year. The year he went to live with his uncle, which then turned into two, then three, then the rest of his life.
He’d been having trouble adjusting to being moved around so much, so he’d started acting out. Arguing with teachers, interrupting class randomly, cutting school, the whole nine yards. Apparently, he was so good at arguing with authority figures, they decided to stick him on the debate team as punishment. But honestly, it wasn’t so much of a punishment when he realized that you were also on the debate team.
Bright eyed and bushy tailed with the brightest of smiles, you were Eddie’s first crush. You were one of the only people who didn’t treat him like a total freak, sitting with him during debate practices and talking to him when no one else would, even going so far as to share your snacks with him. You never brushed him off or called him a weirdo, and you’d even kicked Tommy H in the nuts one time when he made a dig at Eddie’s clothes.
So when you moved out of Hawkins, he was pretty bummed. But now you were back, and he still felt the same butterflies in his stomach right now that he did back when he was twelve.
“What was that about being a murderer?” You tilted your head at him in confusion, to which he shook his head quickly.
“Nothing! I’m not—my name was cleared, I didn’t, uh, I didn’t murder anyone!” He tugged at the collar of his jacket awkwardly, half expecting you to shoot him a weird look.
But you just smiled, laughing a little bit. “That’s always good. Hi, Eddie.”
“Hi,” Eddie said sheepishly, holding up a ringed hand in greeting. “I didn’t know you were back.”
“Yeah, I’ve only been here for a couple weeks…” You trailed off, fiddling with your paintbrush. Hoping I’d magically run into you somehow, you wanted to add. But you didn’t. “I like your hair. Much better than the buzzcut.”
Eddie’s hand flew to his unruly curls, trying his best to smooth them down even the tiniest bit. You remembered what his hair looked like? More importantly, you remembered him?
“Oh, uh, thanks. I like your hair too.” His words came out in an awkward jumble that you just beamed even brighter at, eyes crinkling at the corners. I like your hair too? Stupid, stupid, stupid.
You didn’t seem to think it was stupid. “You’re sweet. How’ve you been? What’ve you been up to?”
Eddie shifted in his seat uncomfortably. What had he accomplished since the last time he saw you?
He’d become a drug dealer, started a club that everyone thought promoted Satanic worship, been accused for multiple gruesome murders, almost died in Hawkins the horror dimension, came back, and was now even more of a loser freak than he’d already been.
“Uh, not much. Nothing too interesting.” He mumbled. “So…what, uh, what brings you back here?”
“My grandparents’ house was damaged in that earthquake back in March and they came to live with us right after, so we’re just here trying to…hopefully salvage some stuff, maybe see if we can fix it up.” You shrugged, waving your brush around aimlessly. “Honestly, I don’t think there’s too much we can do, that was a pretty intense quake.” Eddie didn’t mean to, but he flinched a bit at your mention of the quake, seeing as what really happened was so much worse than a natural disaster.
You noticed, instantly scrambling to rectify your statement with flaming cheeks. “I mean, obviously, you knew that, you lived through it. Sorry, that was really insensitive of me, I don’t—”
“It’s fine! Don’t worry about it.” Eddie shook his head quickly, brushing it off. “I’m—I’m okay.” I nearly got eaten alive by demon bats from hell, but I’m okay. Obviously he couldn’t tell you that. Not only would he sound absolutely insane, but it would definitely scare you off, which is something he really didn’t want.
“Right, well, anyways—” You started, but were cut off by a cleared throat from a quite severe looking woman with a clipboard standing a few feet away, who was aiming a very pointed looking glare in your direction. Leaning in a little closer, your nose wrinkled in distaste, voice hushed so as to not draw her attention even more. “That’s my supervisor. She thinks I talk too much, paint too little.”
“Supervisor? Aren’t you a volunteer?” Eddie whispered, brows furrowing.
You shrugged. “Apparently this whole carnival thing is super serious this year.”
“Uh huh, because painting pumpkins on kids’ faces is such a serious thing.”
“According to her, it’s pretty much the most serious thing in the whole history of serious things.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
You had to clamp a hand over your mouth to keep from bursting into laughter, such a simple act that still sent a shot of warmth through Eddie’s chest. It also garnered the attention from your supervisor, whose angry steps quickly spurred you back to business as usual.
“And what would you like painted on your face today, Eddie?”
His lips quirked into a miniscule smile at your sudden forced enthusiastic tone, which brought a flush to your cheeks.
“Sorry,” You apologized sheepishly. “Too teacher-y?”
“I’d say just enough teacher-y.” He observed, nodding thoughtfully. “Reminds me of Mrs. Paulson from middle school. Y’know, the old lady who always smelled like pepperoni.”
“Pepperoni Paulson, I remember her,” You nodded as well, then squinted at him suspiciously. “Wasn’t she arrested for public intoxication a few years ago?”
“Yeah. I stand by my point.”
You let out a noise of indignance, eyebrows creasing and nose wrinkling in such an adorable way that Eddie almost felt the need to turn tail and run.
“Okay, asshole, what do you want painted on you?” You huffed playfully, poking his arm with the pointy end of the brush in your hand.
Eddie scratched at his nose. “Eh, I dunno. Surprise me.”
“You sure you wanna give me free reign after that smug comment? Might just draw a dick on your face to be funny.”
He couldn’t help it. A snorting laugh fell from his lips at how utterly serious you looked as you dipped the brush into the colorful array of paint in front of you.
You were the first person outside his friends not to tiptoe around him like he was about to snap at any second. Maybe it was because you had no idea what had really happened in Hawkins, but he didn’t really care. He wasn’t used to it, but he liked it. He really liked it.
Both Steve and Dustin’s heads whipped around at the sound of Eddie’s laughter, regarding each other with identical wide eyed stares before gawking over at him. They hadn’t heard him laugh in months. They didn’t even know he still could laugh.
But there he was, sitting at the face painting booth across from you, head tipped back, shoulders shaking, looking…happy.
Eddie, on the other hand, felt like he was about to spontaneously combust at your close proximity—your fingers gripping his chin to keep him still, the delicate swipe of your brush across his cheek, your knees wedged between his own to get the right angle for steady strokes. How you radiated vanilla and cinnamon and the kind of warmth that spread through his own body with every carefully controlled breath he took.
To make matters worse, your tongue poked out from between your lips in pure concentration, something Eddie realized you had in common. Though he probably wasn’t as cute when he did it.
His gaze bounced around, focusing on anywhere else, anything else but you.
“You look kinda uncomfortable right now, Eddie,” You said softly, your breath a barely there puff of air across his skin that still had goosebumps raising on his arms. “Are you okay? Do you need me to stop?”
“No, I’m—I’m good! It’s just…cold out today.” He finished lamely, fingers fiddling with the rips in his pants.
“It is.” You concurred, smiling softly. “I gotta say, I definitely haven’t missed Hawkins in that area.”
Hawkins has definitely missed you, Eddie thought. Okay, maybe not Hawkins. Just me.
The paint on his cheek was cold too, but it did nothing to quell the flame of his cheeks to rosy red the more he realized that twelve year old Eddie would give anything to be where he was right now. Hell, even himself from a few months ago would’ve had an aneurysm if he knew that he actually had the chance to talk to you again.
Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, jerking him back to reality. “Alright, take a look, tell me what you think.” You passed him a small mirror, leaning back in your seat. “You can tell me if you hate it. I’ll just go curl up in a ball and die from embarrassment.”
“I won’t hate it, I promise. I—” He glanced in the mirror, stopping mid-sentence when he saw what you’d created oh so carefully. A flurry of tiny bats scattered across his cheek, the black paint a stark contrast to his pale skin.
“Oh my god, you hate it!” You moaned, hiding your face behind your hands.
“I don’t!”
“You so do!”
“Y/N, I promise I don’t hate it. See, look,” He pulled up the sleeve of his jacket hastily to reveal a similar grouping of bats tattooed on his forearm. “More bats.”
The scars marring his torso and chest twinged, not out of pain, but as a reminder. Bats. Obviously, he couldn’t tell you the real reason why he wasn’t too fond of bats, but he’d sooner face the Upside Down again than tell you he hated what you’d done.
“Oh, okay. Good. Because I was afraid I just blew my chance at impressing you after all these years.”
“You—you wanted to impress me?” He asked incredulously, eyebrows furrowing.
“‘Course I did. Feels a little late to admit this, but I totally had a crush on you in middle school.”
“You did?”
“I did. I was even thinking about telling you before I left, but it just…didn’t feel right, y’know? Dropping such a big thing and then bailing?”
“Y/N, you moved away, that’s not bailing.” Eddie shook his head, then inhaled a sharp breath. “I—I actually liked you too. And I wanted to tell you back then, but then you…y’know, moved, and I thought I’d lost my chance.”
It suddenly felt a lot harder to breathe, but you managed to utter your next words despite it. “But now I’m back.”
“Now you’re back,” He repeated. “You’re back, and I get another one.” His hand came down on your knee, the warmth of his palm sending a different kind of warmth to your cheeks. “I still like you. I don’t think I ever stopped. I actually think it got worse—no, not worse! Liking you was never a bad thing, it was a really good thing. It has been a really good thing, I just—I didn’t know if I was ever gonna see you again, and now that I have, I…am totally rambling, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to—”
“Eddie—”
“—overload you with my feelings, I just felt like it was something I should tell you, since—”
“Eddie,” You repeated, your hand blanketing his on your jeans. “Stop talking.” His mouth snapped shut immediately, brown eyes wide. “I still like you too.”
“You…you do?” You nodded. “Even after all these years?” Another nod, this time accompanied by a soft smile.
“Even after all these years.” You echoed, tapping along the rings adorning his knuckles. His fingers twitched, aching to entwine with yours, but he was afraid that he might be hallucinating right now. There was no way in hell you felt the same way, now or ever. He wanted to pinch himself, but he felt it might be weird.
You could tell by the way his mouth dropped open the slightest bit that the cogs in his mind were working overdrive, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. “I’m gonna kiss you now, Eddie. Feel free to stop me.”
Eddie wasn’t going to stop you. He’d never even dream about it.
When your lips touched his, he could swear that he was dreaming—that any second now, he’d wake up in his own bed, back to the reality where this whole thing never happened. Where you were still god knows where, miles and miles away from Hawkins, probably not even paying him any mind at all.
This time, he really did pinch himself, and he was beyond pleased to realize that this was real, that you were in fact here, kissing him, right now. He leaned forward into you, one hand sliding around the back of your neck while the other cupped your cheek tenderly. Yours came up to grip at his biceps, fingers curling into the worn leather of his sleeves as if you were securing him place, making sure that he couldn’t slip away the way he did all those years ago.
And when his hands moved down to your chair to drag you a little bit closer, you took that chance to take his face in yours, tracing the curve of his jaw lightly as his mouth moved against yours eagerly.
Both of you seemed to realize that you were in a public place with lots of people around at the same time, pulling away from each other swollen lipped and a little breathless, but still with identical stupid grins on your faces.
“Oh no,” You pouted, holding up your hand for him to see the splotches of black paint smudging your fingertips. “I ruined my hard work.”
“Looks like you’re just gonna have to do them all over again.”
“Looks like it.”
“Can I make a request though?” You raised an eyebrow at his sheepish turned suspiciously giddy grin. “No more bats.”
“I knew you hated them, you asshole!”
“I said I didn’t hate them! They’re really good, but bats are just…not my thing.”
“Says the boy with the bat tattoo.”
Cocking his head to the side, Eddie ignored you, instead opting to lean in and kiss you again, and of all the ways he could’ve changed the subject, this was by far the best.
Eddie had never been so grateful for his friends’ constant pestering and dragging him everywhere he didn’t want to go, because it led him back to you, the one that got away. Twelve year old Eddie knew it was you, current day Eddie knew it was you, and now you knew it too.
He’d thank Steve and Dustin later when he had the time, but not now. Eddie was too busy planning out all the things he wanted to say to you and do with you before his luck turned and you were gone again. Though if he’s being honest, he doesn’t think you’re planning on leaving anytime soon.
Neither are you. No way in hell were you thinking about leaving when coming back to Hawkins got you paint smudged fingers, some closure, and finally Eddie Munson.
Even after all these years.
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thoughsts on edens gardens characters except I think weird sorry if I missed some
Damon
deadass???
I like him I think having more if an antagonistic character as the protagonist is really fun I love that idea sm im excited to see where the story goes sm
I dont think hell die but if he does ill be really fucking mad
the blushing sprite is really cute
Eva
girl idek shes really interesting I wobder if shell be support to damon I think shed make a good support for damon
very good vibes!! I like the whole crow or rvane motif btw I noticed she has more red on her and damon has more green and theyre complismrntary colors sooooo
Jett
I love him sosososo much scooby doo.motherfuckinggggg guy. he has the laugh that ny sibling makes all the time to abnoy me the first time hebdid it I was like "oh my god" still love him tho. he is like art(uro). to me. they should meet
if he dies i think ill be depressed for a few hours and in pain throughout the entire trial unless he gets like executed where ill just sit there like 😨😨😨😨😨😨😨. and then be in pain. like in chapter one if danganronpa lapse
Toshiko
good vibes good energy
face reveal when?!?!?!
if she dies im going to expode and die in a car crash bit the car crash is me exploding and doesnt involve cars
Grace
of course her name is grace
love the colors!! and the visor!!!!!!
when I saw her talent I was like "art(uro)"?!?!?!??! but no.shes the opposite of art(uro). they should meet
Desmond
he seems chill I like him if he asked me if he could borrow five dollars I wou'm let him have five dollars. I would like to go to the beach with him and get icecream after ithink I eould like to be his friend if he was real. I am probably too chaotic for him.tbh
Wenona
im sorry everytime I see her I think "elon musk" im doing her dirty shes so mich better then elon musk
honestly dont hav emuch of an opinion on her tbh... shes there. nice that she feeds people
Diana
so true diana. I have a crush on her. but also thats a massive fucking red flag because everytime ive had a crush on a fanganronpa character theyve turned out fucking ballistic soooooooooooooooo yikes!!!!!!!!!!!
im ngl she is kind of boring. maybe a little bit. idk I cant think of much to say about her
Kai
go girl give us nothing!!! ignore this I just feel like this is something hed say. or grace would say
im ngl he is kinda annoying slightly I found myself getting a bit bothered by him.
love the fit btw I wishi could rock and outfit like that
pwople would be like "you look just like a kpop star" to him
anyways pathetic little meow meow no wonder hes a butterfly
Mark
um if he dies im going to commit homixide 😀😀😀😀😀😀
"call the fire bigrade grace" so true bestie pop off
I fucking love his hat I wonder why people call him nayhem... jett probavly gave him that nickname adorable
I think um him and jett are a bit gay for eachother slightly
Cassidy
I cannot take her seeiously with thsoe goofy ahh sprites everytime she does the fucking sprite thats like "waaaaaugh!!!!!!" I cant help but copy it like "waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh!!!!!!!!!" like "WOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAHG YEEEPERS CREEPERS"
that one fucking sprite wherre shes kike "hhhhhhhhhhjhhiyhhhhjdjdjdjdj"
shes not my favorite but she gets bonus points because black widow spider and in the second grade I made black widow spiders my personality for a few days so attachment to them
communist mr beast
Jean
no fucking clue what ti say here. why is he always in fornt of thst tree of ignorance huh.
I like hiw everyone has real aninals and then jean is just DRAGON
Ingrid
I do not trust her!!! I think she has serial killer vibes!!!!!!! She seems way too optimistic about all this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Suspicious!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! she is going to.kill one or more motherfuckers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ulysses
I thiught he was gonna be a douche tbh but hinestly im SOOOOSOSOSOOS GLAD HE ISNT I love him.I know ulysses came first but I cant help but be reminded of pascal as in my oc pascal everyytime I look at him. pathetic man
Wolfgang
I posted this then immediately realized I fucking forgot wolfgang difbdjshdvdvdgdhdgd so now im editing my post nobody had to know
um I like thats hes kinda the more protagy role! I think hes really sus thiugh because WOLFgang and hus animals a dheep also he had like the hope speech thing ig. idfk hes
Eloise
I FORGOT ELOISE FUUUUUUUUUUCK
I like her!!!! shes very sweet I love her I want her out of there get her outta here she deserves to be safe and happy
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Ackerman Juniors
Warning: Extremely self-indulgent, proceed with caution. Mentions of the Vets, Farlan, and Isabel.
Yes, I'm here to introduce Levi and I's four precious children ^^ our kids' names are a nice mix of French, Hebrew, Chinese, and Japanese, so I hope you all are interested to know more about them hehe.
Why these languages, you ask? Because Levi is canonically French, 'Levi' is a Hebrew name, my ethnicity is Chinese, and I go by a Japanese name <3
Our daughters:
Renée Naomi Ackerman 秋山 佳玲
Renée (French) - Reborn
Naomi (Hebrew) - Pleasant one, above all, beauty
佳玲 (Jia Ling) - 佳 (Jia) beautiful; 玲 (ling) tinkling
Birthday: 16 September 2016 (Virgo, Year of the Monkey)
MBTI: ISTJ
Likes: Teddy bears, sweet stuff, dresses
Dislikes: Bugs, getting dirty, anything bitter
Hobbies: Dancing ballet, drawing.
Renée is our first born, and she's Levi's favourite child (yes, he is playing favouritism here). Renée looks a lot like Levi, and in turn, she looks like the mini version of her paternal grandma Kuchel as well. Renée's temperament is very similar to Levi. She has fair skin, long black hair that's a little wavy, and light grey eyes. She has a mole on her right cheek like me.
Although she looks and behaves a lot like Levi, her hobbies and interests are similar to mine. Renée showed talent in dancing when she was young, and she picked up dancing and piano just like me. Renée also hates getting her hands dirty, but she enjoys helping me when I'm tending to our garden. Renée is also more soft-spoken, aloof, and likes doing things on her own. Renée also likes to spend time with her godma Aunty Mia.
Charlotte Rachel Ackerman 秋山 佳琪
Charlotte (French) - Strong and free
Rachel (Hebrew) - Ewe
佳琪 (Jia Qi) - 佳 (Jia) beautiful; 琪 (Qi) fine jade
Birthday: 04 July 2022 (Cancer, Year of the Tiger)
MBTI: ESFP
Likes: Hands-on activities, sleeping, playing with Renée's hair
Dislikes: Spiders, being bossed around, sweet stuff
Hobbies: Origami, hairstyling
Charlotte is our baby girl, and she's the youngest of all the Ackerman juniors. Charlotte is active, outgoing, and friendly; the complete opposite of her older sister. Charlotte has light grey eyes and fair skin, but she looks more like me compared to Levi. Charlotte likes to keep her hair up in a ponytail, and she also has a mole on her right jaw like me.
Charlotte is very active and likes moving around. She is also really good with things that involve her hands, like arts and crafts, hairstyling, pottery/playing with clay, origami, and building toy models. However, she can be a little impatient, and cannot stay still for too long. Charlotte loves playing with Renée's hair because it's long and wavy. She loves to practise tying different braids and updos on her older sister. Charlotte also loves her Aunty Isabel a lot because she always buys her lots of snacks and origami books.
Our twin sons:
(Top) Pierre Aaron Ackerman 秋山 子竣
Pierre (French) - Strong and solid like a rock
Aaron (Hebrew) - Forest, strength, high mountain, inspired
子竣 (Zi Jun) - 子 (Zi) child/son; 竣 (Jun) complete
MBTI: ENTP
Likes: Sports, staying up late, race cars
Dislikes: Cucumber and beans, math, routines
Hobbies: Playing basketball, swimming
(Bottom) Léon Nathan Ackerman 秋山 子豪
Léon (French) - Lion
Nathan (Hebrew) - Gift from God
子豪 (Zi Hao) - 子 (Zi) child/son; 豪 (Hao) pride
MBTI: INFP
Likes: Blueberries, animals, being alone
Dislikes: Strangers, loud noises, crowds
Hobbies: Reading, solving puzzles
Birthdays: 03 August 2020 (Leo, Year of the Rat)
Pierre and Léon are our twin boys, and they're our middle children! They are identical twins, but they have very slight differences. Pierre has Levi's eye shape, while Léon has mine. Also, Léon has a mole on his right jaw just like me.
Pierre is also taller than Léon because he likes to play basketball. Pierre is also the more outgoing and active twin, while Léon is more passive and introverted. Pierre loves meeting new people and making new friends, while Léon prefers a small group of close friends. As Léon is more soft-spoken, Pierre used to bully him a lot when they were young, until Levi got so angry that he banned Pierre from playing with Léon until he knew how to love his younger twin.
The twins have very different personalities and temperament as well, so it's not that hard to tell them apart when they're older.
Pierre loves running around, and he loves playing sports. Pierre also asked his Uncle Farlan to teach him how to play baseball. Whenever Levi's friends come over, Pierre sticks to Mike and Farlan, and the three of them (and sometimes Charlotte) play basketball together.
Léon is Pierre's opposite, and he prefers doing things alone. Léon likes to read and do jigsaw puzzles, sudoku, and other kinds of puzzles. Léon asked Levi to teach him how to play chess, but since Levi had no clue at all, Léon went to his godpa Uncle Erwin for help. Léon also likes Hange a lot, and always asks them lots of questions whenever they're here visiting.
#renée naomi ackerman#pierre aaron ackerman#léon nathan ackerman#charlotte rachel ackerman#ackerman juniors#self-indulgent writing
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Listen don’t pull weeds without gloves on. This could for gardening and a metaphor for life
#I like getting dirty in the rocks and meeting all the little spiders but my fingers are a little beat up now#it’s enjoyable but at what cost
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“Fool’s gold”
Peter Parker x Reader
NSFW
Warnings: Smut. Sex pollen.
This is an alternative version to my fic "Fireproof", where the reader gets doused by the sex pollen instead of Peter, but you don’t need to have read that first. As any sex pollen fic, this can qualify as non/dub-con, so read at your own discretion and responsability.
Dedicated to @angel-spidey because without her this would have never seen the light of day💓
MY MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST
Peter knew it was wrong. He knew it. He wasn't delusional enough to believe it was something other than the pollen making you act that way. Making you say those things. You had always been sweet to him, that was true, but you were sweet to everybody, didn't make any difference if they were a janitor or an avenger, it was one of the reasons he liked you so much.
He also knew he wasn't the only one. His eyes weren't the only pair of eyes that strayed to you in the lab, Harley too seemed to be rather distracted whenever he was in your presence. And in fact, Peter didn't think he had ever seen Steve visit the lab that often before. Ever. And the guy was freaking Captain America, how could he ever compete with that?
You didn't feel the same way about him, he had resigned to that a long time ago. To watch you from afar. To love you from afar. Because at least that much was true: the only way he knew he beated the other two men, beaten them by a long shot, was that he loved you the most.
That was why he had left the med bay, because he couldn't stand it, seeing you like that, fighting against your restraints, skin flushed and eyes on fire, calling him, begging him to…
He wasn't able to resist it.
And why he had walked away from the lab, leaving Bruce and Tony and even Stephen, to wrack their brains trying to find a cure, when the obvious solution was right in front of them.
That was how he had found himself alone, in the dark, pretending to nap in the little on call room right outside the med bay, still in his suit after that disastrous mission they should have never let you tag along in the first place. Far enough from you not to hear your desperate pleas, but close enough to help if something happened. If the damn alien substance raised your fever enough to- No. He wasn't going to think about that. Dr. Banner was going to come up with an antidote. They still had time.
Yeah, he knew it was wrong. He knew he should have told FRIDAY to alert mister Stark as soon as he heard the soft sound of your footsteps on the hallway. He knew he should have fled as soon as the knob turned and you entered the room. As you made your way to him. But he was paralized, frozen in place, as you leaned down over him, running your hot, way hotter than normal, hands down his chest, leaving fiery trails in their wake over the thin skin tight fabric of his suit. You raked your nails over his abs, feeling the muscle riple under your touch.
"Y-you shouldn't be here" He stammered, as your fingertips came close, dangerously close, to the place where his suit was already starting to feel tight around his hips.
"Hmm… but you won't tell on me" your thumb traced the base of his length, a barely there caress that nonetheless had him jumping. "Will you, Peter?"
He breathed you in, another mistake. He could practically smell your desire, leaking through your pores. Pheromones, sweet and mouthwatering.
He wouldn't. He couldn't.
Even in the dark, he saw you smile bright at his surrender. Discarding your lab coat, you straddled his hips, little blue skirt riding up your thighs, and released your hair from its ponytail as Peter watched, entranced by your every move. You spread your legs a little more, letting your center come in contact with his by then obvious erection. He could feel your heat through his suit, choking on thin air when he realized you weren't wearing any underwear.
"F-fuck…" He gasped, eyes rolling back inside his skull as you started rocking above him.
He tried desperately to hold still, to stop himself from bucking his hips up to meet yours, but it was impossible. Every cell in his body telling him to move, to touch, to take what he had wanted for so long. What he had never dared to dream he could have.
You moaned at the delicious friction you were creating, and you could hear him starting to breathe harder too. He felt amazing, a soothing balm to your burning skin everywhere you touched. This was what you needed, what the chemicals running in your blood demanded. He was warm, and hard, and male. But more than that, he was Peter, and he had to be yours. There was no other way, no other ending for this story.
You grinded your pelvis against his harder, the pressure on your clit just perfect, the coarse texture of his suit only adding to the sensations. You were making a mess of it, ruining it, but it was worth it just to hear his groan the moment your wetness seeped through the fabric.
"We can't… we can't do this" Peter tried to protest, even as his hands flew to your waist to aid your movements.
"Why? Because an alien pollen is messing with my head?" You got rid of your t-shirt, and Peter's reply died in his throat, you weren't wearing a bra either "because it's wrong? Because It's dirty and-"
A wounded sound left Peter's mouth, a wordless surrender, a sob at his own damnation, and he snapped, his fragile control finally shattering to pieces. One second you were on top of him, teasing him within an inch of his life, and the next you were trapped between the soft mattress and his hard body, as his lips ravished yours, one hand roughly massaging your breasts, the other slipping under your skirt, searching blindly, fingertips digging into the delicate skin of your inner thighs. He was furious in his onslaught, desperation clear in the way he was kissing you, all teeth and tongue. Greedy. Ravenous.
Because if this was all he was ever going to get, just one night with you, as you used him to scratch an itch, then he was going to make the most of it. He was going to commit every little detail to memory: The shape of your body under his, the taste of your skin, the smell of your hair, vanilla and cinnamon and something else, something uniquely you. The sweet little moans falling from your lips.
"Peter, please"
He almost died when you said his name like that, breathless and needy.
"What do you need, princess?" He sobbed, "Anything… it's yours…just-"
"You. I need you" You replied, graceless fingers clawing at his suit, "take it off, please, I need to feel you"
He obeyed, pressing the spider on his chest and practically kicking it off in his haste to return to you. You welcomed him back with open arms and open legs, as he crawled up your body, kissing every inch of skin he could find in the way. Your breath hitched when he got to that little spot just under your breast, and you could feel his smile against the curve of it, right before his lips enveloped your left nipple, calloused fingers circling the other one clumsily, unskilled. But you were too delirious, too far gone to notice, the miles of skin against yours both soothing and stroking the fire within at the same time.
You cried out,
"Peter! Please, it hurts so much, please! I- I can't-"
He kissed the tears away, softly, delicately. A stark contrast to his own demeanour just minutes ago.
"I-it's ok. I got you" He cooed, caressing your face "I'll make it better. I promise"
He braced himself on one arm, elbow digging into the mattress next to your face, as he wrapped the fingers of his free hand around himself, aligning with your center. It took him a few tries, even slipping out once. He had no idea what he was doing, only knew that you needed him, and he wasn't going to let you down. Your life depended on it, and it was too important, too precious for him to even think of failing.
You raised your hips just a bit, and he was sliding in, easily, so easily, as if he was meant for it. As if your bodies were two pieces of the same puzzle, finally falling into place.
"Oh god…"
You clutched as his shoulders, burying your hiss into his neck.
"Oh my god are okey? Did I hurt you?" The panic in Peter's voice made you smile despite yourself. He was still Peter, the sweetest most caring guy you had ever met. Soft, even with his hard cock so deep inside you, you could feel it in your soul, in your very essence, already claiming you as his.
But you didn't need gentle. You didn't want him to thread softly. You needed hard, and fast, and more.
"Peter… fuck me"
"I-..." His eyes met yours, and you saw a new determination in them, jaw squaring as he withdrew almost completely, only to surge again, tearing a new cry from your lips.
He let instinct take over, starting to thrust in and out of you, your tight, silky heat making his eyes roll inside his head
"Fuck! Oh god… oh my god… you feel…" He panted, amazed, handsome face scrunching in pleasure, eyes closed and mouth slack, "Fuck, you feel so good!"
You wanted to reply, to tell him how amazing he felt too, every inch of his thick hard cock stretching you just right. Every ridge, every vein sending shocks of pleasure to your body until you couldn't see straight. You could feel you peak already building, with every delicious drag.
"More… Peter, please… more"
How could he say no, when you were begging so prettily in his ear, hand tugging at his curls making it hurt so good? He picked up his pace, hips slapping against yours. Over, and over, and over…
You were still on fire, every inch of your skin alight, exploding in sensation but it didn't burn anymore. Now it was a simmering warmth, making everything sharper, more intense. Better than anything you had ever felt before. He was better than anything you had felt before.
And Peter was lost in you, in your moans, in your body, in your cunt. In the way you were taking him, consuming him. You wrapped your legs around his waist, changing the angle, letting him reach deeper, bury himself almost to the hilt. Your blunt nails digging into his back until he smelt blood.
He fucking loved it, love the idea of carring your marks even after this was over. He knew he wanted you to wear his.
His lips found your neck almost of their own accord, sucking and nibbling until the sounds leaving your throat were nothing short of pornographic, the wanton whines and moans resonating in the room until he was sure Bruce and Tony could hear them all the way to the lab.
"Yes, scream for me baby girl, let them know how good I'm fucking you" Peter didn't know where it was coming from, that arrogance, that… possesivenes. He knew you weren't really his. It was the pollen, you would never be doing this otherwise. And he probably wasn't that good, it was his first time after all.
But your cries, the way your whole body was trembling under his, were giving him confidence.
"Oh god… you're coming for me, aren't you? You gonna come on my cock?"
You opened your mouth in a silent scream, and he almost fell on top of you taken by surprise by the feeling of your walls squeezing his cock for the first time ever, triggering his own release. But he didn't have time to recover before you croaked a weak but firm,
"More"
He met your eyes, stunned, but all he found there was assurance and passion.
He turned around on the small bed so it was you the one on top.
"Ride me"
You didn't need to be told twice, straightening on top of him, rising slightly on your knees only to let yourself fall back down, impaling yourself on his dick. He licked his lips, looking like a king with a hand behind his head, gazing up at you through hooded eyes.
"Show me"
"What?"
He gestured towards the mini skirt you forgot you were still wearing.
"Lift up that pretty skirt, and let me see how good you take my cock"
A little whine left your mouth at his words, and you did as you were told, never stopping your bouncing motions.
It worked as Peter imagined it would, his softening cock coming to life again as he watched it disappear inside you.
"Look at that" he whispered, almost in awe, "such a beautiful pussy, looks so pretty, stuffed full of my cock…"
You picked up your rhythm, a little unstable on shaky legs, both hands still holding the fabric up and out of the way.
"Peter…" you whimpered.
"What do you need, baby girl? I told you, anything you want is yours… I'm yours"
You moaned, incapable to find the words. Thinking was impossible, speaking was inconceivable, not with him still between your legs.
He bucked his hips,
"Uh!"
"That what you want, princess?" He smirked, smug, "Like it better when I give it to you?"
You nodded, shamelessly, your legs burning with the effort but stopping was not an option. He sat up on the bed, enveloping you with his arms, thrusting up into you faster, deeper…
You felt the head of his cock stab your cervix, and he must have felt it too, because he groaned, eyes glazing over.
"Can you feel me? Feel how deep I am?"
"Yes" You hissed.
"Gonna come like this…" He took hold of your hips, bringing you down hard as he thrusted up, "come so deep inside you… mark you… from the inside"
You could feel it approaching fast, the pleasure he was inflicting on you too much, too soon.
"Fill you up so good…"
"Yes"
"Until it's gushing out of you… and then… gonna fuck you again…"
"Yes!"
"Come inside you again… make you my little cumslut…"
"Yes! Please… please give it to me"
He could feel you tense around him again,
"What do you need, princess?"
"Your come" You screamed, "Give me your come, Peter!"
"Fuck! My pretty little slut… take it… Take it!"
And you did.
…
You passed out somewhere between rounds five and six, utterly sated and exhausted, but Peter couldn't sleep, terrified of the moment you woke up, all the pollen consumed, the spell broken. He knew it wasn't real, but for a few hours, he had been happy, pretending you truly did love him, wanted him, as he had loved and wanted you since the first time he had seen you, all that time ago, the day mister Stark had entered the lab with you in tow, announcing Peter that he had a new lab partner.
He was running his fingers softly up and down your naked back, a barely there caress, watching you sleep, relaxed and happy, when he heard the buzzing coming from your lab coat, long forgotten on the floor near the bed. He took it out and saw Tony’s name lighting up the scream.
He slid to pick up.
“Fucking finally! Y/n, where the hell are you?!”
“Mister Stark, it’s me” He whispered his reply, as not to wake you up.
“Peter! Thank God! What happened? Please tell me you didn’t-“
“Sorry, Mister Stark,” Peter interrupted him, “We kinda did…”
“Shit! Please, Peter, please tell me you kids used protection!”
“Uh…”
Tony left out another loud curse at the other side of the line.
“Where are you? Y/n did something to Friday and now it won’t tell me where you are in the tower. You still in the tower right? I need the both of you to come to the lab right now” Tony was talking a mile a minute and Peter knew something very bad, not of the good was going on.
“Why?”
“Because,” Tony’s voice was frantic as he tried to explain the gravity of the situation, “That pollen thing? That’s not an aphrodisiac like we thought, it’s a fertility treatment. It messes your hormones and hers up with every fluid exchange! Like an artificial heath”
Peter turned to look at you, peacefully asleep, curling up to his side, blissfully unaware of anything and everything going on outside that bed.
And maybe it was the alien substance fucking up his brain, maybe he was the one fucked up, all by himself, but the mental image of you, round with his child, sleeping like that next to him every night? It wasn’t half as horrifying as Tony seemed to think it was.
After all, the girl of his dreams was finally his, and a baby would guarantee she would remain his, forever.
“You know what, Mister Stark? I have to go now. Talk to you tomorrow…”
“What? No, kid, don’t hang up on me! Peter Parker I swear-…”
Tony Stark heard the line go dead.
The end.
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Jealousy
Request for: @imaginationjunkie
Warnings: jealousy, slight angst?, smut
So this story has a little bit of body shaming. The reader feels insecure. I just want to let all of the wonderful men and ladies out there know that your body is perfect. You are beautiful. You are Individual and different..that makes you gorgeous. Big or small. Learn to love yourself a little more 🥺💜
"I have to give it to you..you kick major ass" spider compliment with a little giggle. Spider and red hood are platonic co-workers. She helps out on missions or joins Jason when she has nothing better to do. They had just kicked a group of armed thugs asses after tourching a massive crate of shipped drugs that were illegally transported to gotham.
"Oh yeah?" He teased with a sly smirk under his helmet
"Yeah..you do..and its very impressive. You're a badass" she grinned causing him to chuckle. He knew he was a badass but hearing someone call him it boosted his ego a little more.
"Yeah well..someone has to be the badass around here" he remarked in a cheeky tone
"Oh so you're saying I'm not a badass?" Spider pouted teasingly
"Maybe?" The childish pout on her face made Jason laugh. She walked towards him swaying her hips. Her suit was a skin tight black kevlar suit with a zip running down to her lower abdomen. She had a utility belt that held explosives and bullets for the guns that were strapped to her legs in holsters. Much like Jason she too used guns that contained rubber bullets. She wore a black eye mask much like the one Robin wears and red lipstick to make her lips stand out. Her dark hair was always kept in a high ponytail that swayed dramatically everytime she ran or jumped from building to building.
"So. I was thinking we go get lunch someday..yknow...to tighten this friendship more" she bit her lip and fluttered her eyes open and closed while looking a Jason. She stood there like a shy girl scared of rejection.
"Errr..well...*sigh* sure. Why not" he answered
"Yay!! Love ya, bestie" she jumped and ran over to jason in excitement wrapping her arms around his shoulders and resting her head on his chest. Jason didn't say a word but he wrapped his arms around her and gave her a short meaningless hug.
" I *cough* I have to head home. I have a partner to be with" he released the hug and gave her a small smile under his helmet.
"O-oh. Right. Yeah. Sorry" Spider immediately felt a little bit of jealousy bubble inside of her but pushed it deep down. Y/N was a really nice women and her and Jason deserved each other but she couldn't help but feel a little betrayed. She always wanted to date Jason Todd. Who wouldn't? He was hot as fuck. He was a gentleman and he loved women. He was caring and very funny. She released a sigh and started to walk towards the edge of the building they were on
"I'll see ya around, partner" she turned to him giving him a smirk and a wink before jumping across the big gap to get to the other building and continued running.
"Partner. Pffft" Jason whispered to himself shaking his head lightly releasing a sigh. He grabbed his grappling gun and launched it at a tall building that was infront of the one he was on to head home.
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"Y/N! Baby I'm home" Jason called out climbing through the open window of their shared living room. It was Jasons apartment but 4 months in to Y/n and Jason's relationship they decided on living with each other. It was a great decision they both made. They cooked together. Danced together. Cuddled while watching movies. Showered together. Made love in their shared bed.. their relationship was perfect. Yes they argued but neither of them could stay mad at one another. It always ended up with them laughing at each other or their bodies ended against each other in deep need to apologise.
"I'm in here.." Y/n called just about loud enough for Jason to hear. Knowing something with off at the tone of her voice he made his way to their bedroom only to find Y/n laying in bed facing away from the bedroom door. It almost looked like she was asleep if it wasn't for her shoulders shaking a little
"Baby..whats wrong?" Jasons voice was soft despite the voice modulator in his helmet that he discarded only seconds after by pressing a button on the side that opened the helmet allowing him to pull it off his head and lightly placed it on the floor.
"Nothing, jay. Just come to bed. I missed you" you sniffled trying to hide the fact that you had been crying. It didn't work. Jason stood there with a saddened expression on his face, he hated seeing you upset. He began to strip off his armour bit by bit leaving it on the floor by his feet leaving him in white tommy hilfiger boxers.
"Baby please..whats wrong?" Jason moved to the bed slowly trying not to startle you. He pulled back the covers to find a cam pad on the bed. You used a special built tablet like device to watch jason on patrol to make sure he was ok because oh boy..he can be reckless when we wants or when you were missing him. The camera is connected to his lenses that are build in to his red hood helmet. It all clicked together in jasons mind why you were so upset
"Baby if this is about V/P/N..I'll cancel the lunch meeting she planned" he moved the cam pad and placed it on the night stand next to his side of the bed instantly climbing in to bed with you. He moved closer to your side and wrapped his right arm around your waist.
"No no..its not that.." you sniffled again and then released a sigh.
"Then what is it, beautiful?" He noticed a sob that escaped your throat when he called you that pet name and pulled your body closer towards his
"Its just.." you turned yourself around to face him, his hand never leaving your waist.."its just that she's..she's very attractive. You and I both know that, jay"
"No sh-" Jason tried to disagree with that statement but you interrupted
"Yes. You know she is, Jason..and her touching you and always finding ways to show off her figure to you doesn't help the feeling I have that I'm not good enough for you. She has the curves and the thin waist..the face too.." you felt another urge of sadness ripple through you but you tried your hardest not to let it show.
"Baby.." Jasons expression looked hurt but he also looks guilty. He knew he didn't do anything wrong but he couldn't help but feel guilty. "Baby you listen to me. You are the most attractive girl I've met! Those hips..those thick legs..your cute stomach..you are perfect"
His words had made you sob and a fresh load of tears started to stream down your face and he couldn't help but release a small sob too.
"I'm not beautiful, Jason. I'm far from it. L-look at you..you're handsome..only a blind would say different..a-and me? I'm unfit. I-i'm not even average"
"I'm not going to sit here and listen to you talk shit about yourself. Y/n when I tell you that you are beautiful i mean it, ok? No matter how you view yourself I'm always going to be the one to shoot down that negativity and tell you otherwise. Now stop doubting your beauty, baby"
"J-" and with that he pressed his lips against yours surprising you a little but you instantly kiss back. When he pulls back for a little bit of air his eyes stare in to your e/c ones and gives you a reassuring smile and attaches his lips to yours again this time sliding his tongue againts your lips begging for an entrance. You glady accept and your tongues smack against each others causing you to moan.
"Mmmmm" you mumble in to the kiss. Jason squeezes your waist as a sign of arousal and flips himself on to his back taking you along with him gripping your waist and rolls you on top of him. Your covered pussy just inches away from sitting against his covered and slightly hard penis.
The wet noises of your heated makeout and occasional moans are the only thing heard in your bedroom. You Pulled back once more for air with a string of saliva connected to both of your mouths.
"Fuck" Jason moaned huskily. His pants were fully tented and he breaths were heavy. You pushed yourself back and planted yourself on jasons rock solid penis. You were sure that he was leaking through his boxers. The friction of your underwear and his against your soaked pussy make you moan quietly.
"Jay. I need you" you sounded so desperate. He left you breathless and needy in seconds.
"How much do you need me, baby girl?" He placed his large hands on your ass and grinded his hard-on against you causing your breath to hitch and for him to lightly bite his lip.
"Jay I'm soaked" you sounded so beggy but you didn't care. You needed him.
"Oh really?" One of his hands left your hip after your dirty words and made its way in to your shorts "No panties? Did you know this was going to happen?" His ring finger and middle finger slipped against your dripping entrance..teasingly parting your lips and spreading your wetness.
"Mmm you're right. Your cunt is dripping. Who made you like that, baby? Who makes your pussy wet?" His fingers continued to play with your pussy. He dragged them to rub them against your clit causing you to jolt and moan.
"Y-you do. You do, baby boy" you released another moan as he teased your pussy a little more
"Thats right. Me" and with that..he plunged his ring and middle finger deep inside of your pussy. He wasted no time trusting them in and out of you
"Jayyyy" your hands scratched at his shoulders at the pleasure making him groan. His fingers sped up inside of you. His hand slapping against your skin, the squelch of your wet pussy, your moans and jasons heavy groans echo throughout your apartment.
"Jay I'm so close" you moaned, nails gripping in to his flesh a little deeper. "Yes..yeess I'm gonna cum"
"Oh no you're not..not yet, baby" Jasons hand stopped moving and he discarded his fingers out of your pussy
"Jason what the fuck" you snapped but not aggressive. You were disappointed that he didn't let you finish.
"I want you to cum on my cock. Would you like that?" his words made your whimper once more.
"Y-yes. Yes please" you begged. You pressed yourself againts Jason making him groan quietly.
"Good girl. Take off your clothes" He planted a slap on your ass and you immediately rid of your shorts and the tight fitted vest you were wearing throwing them in the direction near the window. Your nipples immediately harden at the cold exposure and your hands went to play with your boobs. You stood on your knees and moved up so your pussy was hovering above Jasons abs so he could take of his boxers which he did and flung them to where his other clothes were.
You were pinching your nipples that caused you to moan. As soon as jason placed his hands on your hips one more you moved back to your previous spot. He then moved his hand to his face and spat on his hand and brought it to his cock..pumping it a few times to lubricate it. Your hand then took over and slowly pumped the base while lining it up to meet your entrance.
You raise your hips and slowly sink down on his cock causing both of you to release dragged out moans. Once you had bottomed out you place your hands on his very defined chest and started to bounce with the help of his hands on your hips guiding you.
"Mmm jasonnn" you moan at the feeling of his large cock filling you so nicely reaching every spot inside of you that pretty much none of your boyfriends before ever explored.
"You feel so good, gorgeous. Shit!" You continue to bounce, your ass slapping against his meaty thighs. Your tits bounce along with the jiggle of your ass and Jason sits up to latch on to one of your nipples as you fuck yourself on to him throwing your head back
"Ohh babyy your cock feels so good! You're so big!" You release a cry as he pleasures your body. "Keep sucking my tits baby" you stop bouncing for a short minute and you plant your feet on to the mattress while you squat in jasons lap. Your new position causes your pussy to clamp down on his cock as it pushes him deeper inside if you and you begin to grind on his cock
"Ohhhhhhh red! Oh jay!!" He releases a nipple to moan out at the overwhelming feeling of your pussy rapidly fucking his cock
"mmmMMMM yeeees. Juuuuuust like that. Keep going" he moans against your chest
"OoooOOOHH YEAAAAH! Oh yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Jay!" You scream as you fuck him at full power. His right travels down to your lower abdomen and starts to powerfully rub your clit in harsh circles
"aaaHHHHH JASON! jason! Fuck! I'm gonna cum baaaaby!!" Your pussy starts to clamp on to him again and in the matter of seconds your body gives out and you begin to cum.
All your body allowed you to do was scream. You couldn't even talk at how good you were feeling you screamed through your orgasm and soon felt jason cum inside of you
"Y/n!!!! Shiiiiiit!" His body shakes as he fills you with his seed. His moans and cries were to die for.
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Moments after you both managed to come down from your highs you collapsed on top of jason and snuggled close to his chest. You were worm out from all of the crying you did before he fucked you and the sex. The sex you two had always left you drained.
"Mmm I love you, jay" you said sleepily giving him a light kiss on the chest.
"I love you too, beautiful. Don't put yourself down like that again, ok?" He tangled his hand in your hair and rubbed your scalp making you drift off to sleep. Jason smiles to himself and closes his eyes, hands still working on your scalp until he too joined you in dreamland...
I'm sorry it took so long 🥺
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Summary: You are Xiao’s sister and a bratty Adeptus. After meeting the Eleventh Harbinger, you find him most entertaining and decide to make a move on him. However, he has a different plan for you.
Pairing: Childe x Xiao!Sister Reader
Word Count: 4K
Warnings: 18+ || Sexual Content || Dom Childe x Sub Reader || Fingering || Rough Sex || Vaginal Penetration || Choking || Dirty Talk || Blowjob
A/N: This is part one in a series I plan to do with Xiao!Sister reader. Part two will be Scaramouche and Part three with be A threesome of Childe x Xiao!Sister Reader x Scaramouche. I adore this pairing. Also, a little bit of overprotective Xiao at the end! Enjoy!!
It was only a matter of time before your teasing became too much for the Fatui Harbinger. You’d traveled to Liyue Harbor out of boredom, after having a fight with your brother over something you couldn’t remember now. It didn’t matter now that you’d found someone to play with. And Childe was unlike anyone you’d ever met.
“Going to retire early? How boring.” You had been waiting for him outside of Northland Bank, in the shadows, planning on sneaking up on him on the way to your usual tavern. You’d been most shocked when he’d gone straight back to the place he was staying instead. It was irritating to see him blow you off so easily, so you’d decided to tease him about it.
He didn’t startle easily. On the contrary, Childe wore a smirk that said he’d expected this, expected you to follow him here, like a spider drawing the moth into its web, where escape was impossible. “Oh, I have no intentions of that. I merely wanted to see how far you’d follow me. It’s rather bold of you to come so close to someone’s bedroom. I might get the wrong idea.”
He wasn’t like others you toyed with. The Harbinger liked to play with you and didn’t worship at your feet as the people of Liyue did. He wasn’t enamored, nor pulled in by your charm. He had you chasing after him, a new experience. “The wrong idea? Whatever do you mean?” You batted your lashes, peeking from under them with feigned innocence.
Humans were oh so gullible. They fell for the act without much effort, tripping over themselves with heated cheeks and stuttered, incoherent apologies. They’d never be so bold as to proposition an Adeptus.
“I want you, little miss Adeptus.”
You were surprised, blinking in confusion. Did he outright ask for you? An Adeptus? It was frustrating. You were the one to play with humans, not the other way around. You’d only let your gaze fall away for a moment, debating how to approach this... how to win. How to make him beg for you.
Childe was quick, calculated. He’d rushed you, pressing your chest against the wall and using his weight to keep you there, expertly tying your wrists together behind your back. “You let your guard down. You’re my captive, now.” His tone dripped with smugness.
“You’re still human.” Snapping the ropes was child’s play for someone with your power. It was cute that he thought that these could... hold... you? You tugged and tugged but the ropes wouldn’t give. “What did you do?”
Childe snickered, placing a kiss on your exposed shoulder while his gloved fingers lightly traced up your thigh and under your skirt. “That was so adorable. I’m thrilled it worked.” He nipped at a sensitive spot on your neck, eliciting a moan from your lips. “I asked a mutual friend to supply with me an interesting artifact that suppresses your Adepti powers. You can’t see it, but I do have to say the bracelet looks beautiful on your wrist.”
Did an artifact like that even exist? It must, otherwise you couldn’t imagine how this was possible. “Zhongli--” He was the only one with access to such an object. Heat flooded your cheeks. Surely, Childe wouldn’t have told him what he wanted it for.
His fingers slipped into your panties, sliding between your legs. “Ah, look how wet you are. Were you wanting me to do this to you?” He loved the way you were unafraid to talk back to him, but he’d never had the ability to shut you up like he wanted.
Until now.
“Without your powers, you’re practically a human, and we both know who’s stronger now.” Childe rubbed your clit as he spoke. Normally, the two of you were evenly matched, as he was stronger than the average human. But you could hold your own.
Somehow, you felt so small now. Childe towered over you, his body caging you against the wall. And you liked it.
“Is that why you tied my hands? If you’re so much stronger -- Ah-” You gasped as he thrust two fingers into your wet cunt.
“You’re mine tonight. So, I’ll do whatever I want, and you’ll have no choice but to take it.”
You’d never heard a man sound so sexy before. His deep voice filled with a threat that sounded more of a promise to your ears. Humans were your playthings. Feebly creatures that you had your fun with. But you weren’t unaware that it was lacking. You craved this treatment.
Childe trailed kisses up your neck, nibbling on the lobe of your ear. “Unless you want me to stop. Simply say the word and I’ll leave. Otherwise, I’m going to take you to my room,” he paused to trace his tongue along the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your body, “and I’m going to abuse you with pleasure until I’m satisfied. All. Night. Long.”
He’d given you an out, fully confident that you wouldn’t take it. Not with how your pussy clenched around his fingers. Not with your hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more than the languid pace he moved.
You wanted the abuse. You wanted to know what it felt like to be used and dominated by someone. It would feel so good to have him fill you up with his cock and make you cum over and over. Perhaps until you were begging him to stop.
The thought alone alighted your desire.
A whine passed your lips at his slow menstruation. “Please-” Each brush of his thumb across your clit sent a jolt of pleasure up your body. It wasn’t enough. You needed more.
But he wouldn’t give in so easily. “Please what? Let you go? Keep going? I’m getting a lot of mixed signals here.” Childe stilled his hand, chuckling at the frustration on your features. How he wished to see your face contort with pure ecstasy with only the pleasure he could provide. You’d certainly feel amazing on his cock, he was sure. So tight around his just fingers.
He would make you say it.
“Stop being an asshole and take me already!” You threw him a glare, annoyed and completely turned on by his attitude. You were taken by surprise when his hand clamped down over your mouth, fingers digging into your cheek.
“Seems I have a bit of brat on my hands. I’ll have to thoroughly fix that, won’t I?” Childe promised. He did so adore how you couldn’t fully give up your behavior. The mighty Adeptus now rendered helpless and under his control. It would be oh so fun to break you down into the slut he knew you were.
Voices floated down the hallway, heading in your direction. But Childe didn’t move you, instead thrusting his fingers up into your pussy quickly, grinding his palm roughly against your clit.
Surely, he wouldn’t risk you being caught. You couldn’t cum here, in the hallway, out in the open, when at least two of his subordinates were about to round the corner. But you had no choice.
“You’re so tight, little miss Adeptus. Are you excited? Admit it. You want them to find us here, to find you in such a shameful mess. A might Adeptus at the mercy of a lowly human, about to cum all over my hand. Should I wait for them? Show them how dirty you are?”
You shook your head, attempting to deny his words. But it made you weak in the knees. What would it be like to have them watch? Would they get hard? Would they tease her and spit on her? Call her words that no one dared? You were thankful for his hand over your mouth, muffling the moan that tumbled from your lips as you came so hard. Childe was unrelenting his assault on your pussy, letting you ride out the orgasm fully.
His cock was rock hard. He refrained from taking you right there. If you could see how you looked right now... at his mercy. He could pound you against this wall, right now, and have his subordinates discover you creaming all over his cock, a babbling mess. It was tempting.
“I want you all to myself tonight.” Childe caught you as your wobbly legs gave out. The thrill of almost being caught had given you an orgasm unlike any you’d had before. He threw you over his shoulder with a playful smack to your ass. “Don’t go quiet on me now. We’ve just begun.”
“Asshole. We were almost caught!” You said between pants. Obviously letting him know how much it had affected you would only feed his ego. And you couldn’t give that to him.
Childe was quick to take you to his room, not about to let that comment go. He only set you on your feet long enough to expertly strip you of your clothes before tossing you onto the bed. He tongue traced over his lips, blue eyes raking over your naked form. “What a treat. I wonder how many men have seen you like this?”
The hidden meaning behind his words evident to the both of you. She’d had intercourse before. You were thousands of years old. But you were always in control. Now, stripped of everything, including your powers, you were vulnerable, exposed. He could do anything to you, and you were unable to stop it.
Completely under his control.
And slightly embarrassed as Childe made no effort to remove his own clothing. He assessed you as a predator would its prey. The Harbinger was quick, hooking his arm under your knee the second you attempted to close your legs.
“Now, now. I want to see all of what’s mine, girlie.” Childe easily avoided the strike of your other leg, amused by your feeble attempt to kick him. He caught your ankle, now controlling both your legs. You truly were without your powers, and that thought alone made his cock twitch. He could do anything. You were his.
You turned your head away but frowned. “Stop teasing me. I want you to--” It was hard to say it. You were always the one teasing, asking if they really wanted you. How they wanted you. Winding them up tighter and tighter. Your pride unable to say the words you forced others to.
His tender kiss against your ankle a different pace to his rough treatment in the hallway. “What was that? You want me to...” He trailed off, placing kisses along your calf. If he were in the mood, he could worship your entire body with only his mouth. He’d save that for another time. He was well aware of what you truly wanted.
“Seriously? You’re going to play dumb? Untie my hands and let me show you what I can do even without my powers. Ouch!” You squealed as he bit hard on your inner thigh, licking away the pain with his hot tongue.
“I think I understand.” Childe said, nodding his head as he pondered his next move. He unceremoniously dropped both your legs, crawling onto the bed on top of you, taking a rough kiss from your lips. His hand clamped down on your throat, cutting off your air. His blue irises reflecting a demand for compliance.
Your struggle was useless. Without your hands, all you could do was writhe underneath him.
“This is what you want, isn’t it? Someone to be rough with you? It must be hard when the Adepti are so revered. I’ll be no one had ever given you a real good fucking, like you so clearly want. Poor thing. I’ll fix that for you.” He lessened his hold on your throat, just enough to allow you to suck in a gulp of air. His head tilted to the side ever so slightly. “Are you going to be a good girl, and do as I say, or do I need to continue to show you who you belong to?”
Childe loved the defiant look melting off your features. It was refreshing, having someone challenge him. But he was going to take this opportunity to absolutely ruin you. And he knew you’d let him. Because in all your years, you’d never been submissive to anyone. Adepti were above humans, but now you are nothing more than a human girl in the hands of the big, bad Harbinger.
“That’s a good girl. Open your mouth.” He instructed, positioning himself up on his knees, tugging his pants down to free his throbbing cock. As he waited, he stripped off his shirt, tossing it onto the floor behind him.
In all your years, you’d never allowed anyone to actually use your mouth. A teasing lick here or your hand to rile the man up but humans were there to serve you. You let them cum on your tits or stomach, never in your mouth. Besides that, you were enthralled by his nearly perfect cock, length and girth, with a little curve that would undoubtedly aid in hitting that sweet spot in your pussy.
“Come on,” Childe said, prodding the tip against your pink lips, precum coating as lipstick would. He could be achingly gentle when he wanted to be, stroking your cheek with his gloved fingers. As if he was aware that this was a first for you.
You parted your lips, heart leaping in your chest when he praised you. It barely fit, filling up your mouth so much that it ached. Childe’s guttural moan made heat flood to your cheeks.
He started out slow, slipping in and out of your mouth. Childe entangled his fingers into your silky hair, jerking your head back to create a better angle. “Breath through your nose.”
It escaped you as to why he’d say such a thing, until he thrust forward, all the way to the back of your throat. You gagged, the feeling completely foreign and it did limit your breathing.
“Keep your eyes open. Watch me fuck your mouth,” Childe demanded, giving you a smack on your cheek. He picked up speed, hitting the back of your throat over and over. Each time his cock hit, you felt it in your cut.
Spit drooled out the sides of your mouth. You probably looked disgusting, choking on his hard dick. Even tears spilled from your eyes. It was unbecoming of an Adeptus, but you wanted to hear more of his moans. Your legs started to twitch, thighs rubbing together for the tiniest amount of friction.
A smirk tugged on his lips. “Oh, someone is desperate for attention, aren’t they? But you look so pretty taking all of my cock. I’ll bet I’m the first to ever see you like this. Swallow it all for me.” He gritted his teeth, moaning between his words. A few more deep thrusts and he shot his load down your throat, warm and sticky.
As he pulled out, you sucked in a deep breath, able to fully breathe again. You coughed, keeping it from going down your windpipe. Although hazy, you could tell he was already ready to continue. You’d slept with a lot of humans, but they’d always quit after cumming once, even if you hadn’t gotten off.
“Untie my arms-” You said through your pants. Your entire body was oh so hot.
But Childe chuckled, leaning back against the headboard. “If you want me so badly, then come here, little miss Adeptus.” He threw out the nickname only he used, taunting you to make a move. It was a damned situation either way.
You whined loudly, kicking your legs. “You can’t abandon me at the good part! I AM an Adeptus and--”
His hand was at your throat in an instant, but he smiled down at you. “I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you. I do believe I told you that the bracelet takes away your power. But if you want to play the power game, I’m more than willing.” He didn’t squeeze, only threatening to.
You were silent, gauging how serious he was. You’d seen this side of him countless times in battles together. Ruthless.
“I’m sure as a revered Adeptus, you’ve never had to beg for anything. Humans bowing down in your presence. But right now, you’re nothing more than my plaything. So, if you want me to fuck you, to make you cum over and over, then beg. Prove to me that you want my cock more than anyone else.”
Childe only waited for a second more before sighing dramatically. “Ah, well. Be that way.” He climbed from the bed, pulling up his pants to hand loosely around his waist. “This was fun. Good luck freeing yourself from those ropes.”
He was really going to leave. No, you couldn’t allow that. Not with the heat pooling in your core, thighs slick with your own juices. You need release. And he was the only one who could give it to you. Your head hit the mattress, causing it to squeak. “Wait! Don’t leave me.”
But you got no response. Frustration built up in your body. When your eyes found him again, he was at the door, not even bothering to give you a glance. Tears pooled in your eyes. You needed him to come back. “Please! Childe! I need it. I can’t stand how much I need you!”
“Go on. I’m listening,” Childe toyed with you more, approaching the spot where you writhed on the bed. He loved the way your chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. Your body a sight, really. Otherworldly. He couldn't pass up an opportunity to have you, although it was cute that you believed him.
Gloved fingers trailed over your thighs. You bit down on your lip hard enough to draw blood. “You’re the only human I’d let do this to me. So, fuck me! Please!” It was the truth. You couldn’t imagine another human who could light your body on fire without having even entered you yet.
“Desperation makes you look so pretty, but I’ll bet you’ll look even better cumming around my cock,” He teased, ghosting his hand over your pussy just to see your hips buck forward. His gaze traveled over your trembling body. “Be sure to cry out for me as loud as you can.”
You whined when he pulled you to the edge of the bed, resting one of your legs against his shoulder. His tip prodded your entrance. “Don’t go soft on me now,” You barely got the words out. “Ah-”
Childe went easy until he’d sank fully into you, your walls barely adjusting to his size with a satisfied moan. “You’re so wet for me. Perfect for this-” He didn’t give time to think, snapping his hips back and forward with an intense pace. “Keep squeezing me like that.”
It wasn’t intentional. The curve of his cock hitting against your g-spot and how full he made you. Your pussy wanted to feel it more and more, harder and harder. “More-” You were losing your grip on reality, only able to focus on his ramming into you.
The Harbinger smirked. You’d only barely taken what he had in store for you, but you were already so far gone. “Cum for me.” He rubbed his fingers over your sensitive, swollen clit, a little too hard.
And you were oh so sensitive. Stars erupted in your eyes, toes curled, and your legs quivered as the coil snapped and you spiraled into the abyss of pleasure. It hardly sounded like your own voice coming from your mouth, noises you’d never made before spilling from your lips.
“Shit-” He was struggling to keep his pace with how tight your cunt had gotten, milking his cock. You nearly pushed him out, but he leaned down, pushing both your legs back toward your chest and thrusting you through the orgasm.
The room was spinning when you finally opened your eyes. Has anyone ever made you cum so hard before? “Hurts-” The muscles in your shoulders were aching from being pulled back by your tied wrists. “Take them off-”
Childe complied, freeing you from the ropes and bringing your red wrists up his lips, kissing them gently. He hadn’t intended to make you bleed but apparently, you’d been tugging so much that it had caused the rope to scratch your skin raw.
“It’ll heal.” You said, finally able to sit up without assistance, reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck. “Don’t stop now.” You pressed a kiss to the side of his head, languidly rocking your hips.
“I wasn’t planning to,” Childe retorted, easily lifting you off the bed, still all the way inside your drenched pussy. A showoff to the end. He had no issue holding you up, only using the wall to allow you to lean back, giving him access to your breasts that bounced with each thrust.
He dipped his head down to scrape his teeth over your hard nipple, biting gently and licking away the pain. You entangled your fingers into his soft hair, clinging to him with all the strength you had left. Breathy whines escaped your lips. Not as rough as before, but the changed position hit differently.
“Ah - I’m gonna-” Words were too difficult to form. Your legs loosened around his waist, but Childe’s arm tightened around your waist, holding you up. His lips exploring your breasts and up your collar, leaving marks to be found in the morning.
The third orgasm of the night left you speechless. Your mouth was open, but no sounds came out. It felt so good. You never wanted this feeling to end. Your walls clenching around his cock sent him over the edge as well. Childe came inside you without a second thought.
He made a few more languid thrusts, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss. Neither of you could catch your breath but wanted to taste each other a little longer. But your bodies were exhausted, and Childe managed to get you to the bed and cover you both up with the covers.
His final thought before falling asleep was how cute you were cuddled up against him. He brushed his fingers through your hair, kissing your head tenderly.
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You arrived back at Wangshu Inn around dawn. Your escapade for the night over, and Childe had been called in for some emergency. Staying in his room after he left was strange, so you decided to go back home. You gave a halfhearted wave to Boss on the long walk up to the top floor. Were there always this many stairs?
“You stayed out all night again.”
The nagging voice of your brother this early in the morning was very annoying. “Were you worried, Xiao?” You flopped onto the bed, not bothering to get under the covers, or even fully crawl onto it. You were sore, but in the best way.
Xiao rolled his eyes, already aware of what you had been up to. He’d been witness to your escapades for centuries. Some more serious than others, always the one to pick up the pieces when the human inevitably didn’t meet your standards and your heart was broken.
“Don’t give me that look.”
“What look?”
You squint your eyes at him. “That look. The one that says, ‘You’re being irresponsible and going to end up hurt again.’ There are no feelings involved. Just sex, which by the way, you should try. It might mellow you out. Loosen up all those tense muscles- oof” You hadn’t the energy to block his chop to your head. Lifting any part of your body would be near impossible.
“At least get under the covers,” Xiao said, refusing to indulge in your teasing. He was a good brother, though. He took your shoes off before tugging the comforter back and getting you settled. “Get some sleep.”
“Only if you go get laid.” You grinned at his frown. He never spoke of any of his intimate relations with humans. It might have made anyone else wonder if he’d ever actually done it, but you knew better. He was simply private, and very good at keeping secrets.
Xiao pulled the covers up over your head and muttered a goodnight.
You giggled through a yawn. After only a few hours rest... after what Childe had made you experience... You were absolutely exhausted. It wasn’t so bad being human, if only with him. Perhaps there were other humans as commanding and brutal as he was in bed. You’d surely find out someday.
#genshin impact#genshin impact childe#genshin impact childe x reader#READ THE WARNING#this is not holy#xiao sister reader#genshin impact x reader#long genshin fic#now that this is out of my head#i can work on more requests!
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Spotlight - Prologue
Author D.
Pairing Jungkook x Reader (female)
Genre Actor AU | Hollywood AU | Exes to Lovers AU | Romance | Fluff | Angst
Warnings Mentions of cyber bullying
Word count 3.5k
Summary “Her stylist had chosen a wonderful black Elie Saab Haute Couture for the occasion. The gown was long, sleek and structured, with overlaying tulle and tafta, the top was semi-transparent, with long sleeves and padded shoulders, and the whole dress was adorned with an intricate golden embroidery that highlighted her figure craftily. Her hair had been pinned neatly in a bun on top of her head, with some twists and braids that she had no way of replicating on her own. The make up artist had played with golden eyeshadow and had drawn a strong and thick black line with the eyeliner, making her gaze sharper and sexier. Y/N looked like a chic princess warrior, ready for battle. And, somehow, she really felt like it. She wasn’t anxious only about the ceremony, she had read the lineup, she had read his name. She knew there was no avoiding him this time: her first love, Jeon Jungkook.”
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Award season was the period of the year Y/N hated the most. Despite being in the entertainment industry since she was a teenager - and now being in her late 20s -, she still couldn’t get used to the stress it put her through. She actually looked forward to dressing up and posing in front of dozens and dozens of photographers at the beginning of her career, but now that she had made a name for herself, now that everyone knew who she was, Y/N would gladly stay in her king sized bed watching some movie instead. Unfortunately, even if she wanted to, there was no way she could avoid attending this season’s ceremonies.
The past year had been Y/N’s most rewarding yet. She had been in fact casted by a renowned and award-winning director as the main character of his new historical movie, which turned out highly successful at the box office - earning more than $110,000,000 on its opening weekend - and highly acclaimed by the critics who had praised, not only the cinematography and the intricacy of the plot, but especially Y/N’s performance - described as raw, heartbreaking and graceful. To no one’s surprise, she was soon nominated as Best Actress in most of the award events, winning all of them despite the high competition and enriching the collection of trophies she had displayed in her home office.
When she debuted ten years ago with a minor role in an episode of a television series she only dared dreaming of reaching such a peak in her career. She could have never imagined that she would become one of the highest paid actresses in the industry, that she would afford buying her dream car and her dream house in Los Angeles, and that she would have millions of fans supporting her all over the world. Yet, there she was, getting ready for ‘the dream come true’, the award of the awards: the Oscars. And she, Y/N Y/L/N, had been chosen as the strongest contender in her category: Best Performance by an Actress in a Leading Role. She had already been nominated twice before, but this time was different, this time she felt she could actually win. Hence why she couldn’t stop walking anxiously back and forth in the 5 star hotel room her staff had booked for the day.
Her stylist had chosen a wonderful black Elie Saab Haute Couture for the occasion. The gown was long, sleek and structured, with overlaying tulle and tafta; the top was semi-transparent, with long sleeves and padded shoulders, and the whole dress was adorned with an intricate golden embroidery that highlighted her figure craftily. Her hair had been pinned neatly in a bun on top of her head, with some twists and braids that she had no way of replicating on her own. The make up artist had played with golden eyeshadow and had drawn a strong and thick black line with the eyeliner, making her gaze sharper and sexier.
Y/N looked like a chic princess warrior, ready for battle. And, somehow, she really felt like it. She wasn’t anxious only about the ceremony, she had read the lineup, she had read his name. She knew there was no avoiding him this time: her first love, Jeon Jungkook.
Y/N was a completely different woman from who she was back in high school.
She had grown in a very poor family. Her mother had to raise her, alongside her older brother, all on her own, working long hours as a housekeeper for a rich and snob family who mistreated her and paid her just enough so that she couldn’t resign. She was a very sweet woman who had to struggle every day to give her two children the most normal life she could afford. Y/N’s father, on the other hand, was never present: an alcoholic who couldn’t keep a job for more than a month, he regularly failed to pay child support after the divorce and never once made a call to hear from them.
Y/N understood the importance of money early on, in elementary school, when her classmates started teasing her because of her hand-me-down clothes. She was used to wear her brother’s old t-shirts every now and then and never thought too much of it. She didn’t see any difference between the rock bands pictures or the flowery prints, she didn’t realize it mattered. And when she had told her mother that those girls had laughed at her, the woman almost cried, so Y/N decided not to mention it ever again.
Y/N grew up into a very introverted and shy teenager. She wasn’t good with socializing and generally preferred being on her own. Her desire for solitude was so evident that her classmates gave up on their attempts to befriend her and she soon became the lone wolf of their high school. By junior high, she became almost invisible.
Strangely enough, Y/N’s dream was that to become an actress, a profession that required a lot of things she lacked of. Confidence, to begin with, or charisma. The only thing she believed she could do was hide inside the unused storage room on the second floor and play with the old props left by the drama club.
She met Jungkook while doing just that.
The boy was just coming back from the first meeting of the Mathematics Discussion Club - of which he was the president - when he heard someone crying from a room he never noticed before. He opened the door quietly, peeking his head inside the dim lighted room, only to find the silhouette of a girl lying on the floor in a fetal position and seemingly crying her lungs out in pain. She had her hands clutching tightly her head and she was sobbing so hard that she was on the verge of hyperventilating. On instinct, Jungkook rushed to her side, his books, pencils and calculator clattering all over the floor.
“Are you ok?!” he screamed in worry, putting his hands over her shoulders.
Y/N jumped up, her wailing stopping so abruptly that it made Jungkook jump as well. As it turned out, Y/N was doing nothing more than acting the part of a terminally ill girl who was suffering intense head pains - a part she had invented all on her own to test her ability with dramatic scenes. it was something she did quite often. Just the day before she was performing Meryl Streep’s part in “Into the Woods” to an invisible audience.
“I-I’m ok.” she mumbled, drying the fake tears from her cheeks.
“What the hell?” Jungkook murmured, looking at her in astonishment. “What was that?”
“I was ... I was just pretending.” she replied, her voice horse from all the screaming.
“Pretending?” he repeated as he sat bewildered on the dirty floor. “You were pretending to be in pain? Why?!”
Y/N felt the heat rising to her face. This was the first time she had to explain her weird little secret to anyone. “Acting.”
“Acting.” Jungkook repeated once again. “And why are you doing it in here?” he asked looking around the creepy space, with its spider webs and abandoned miscellaneous objects. “What is this place anyways?”
“It was the old storage room of the drama club.” Y/N replied. “They don’t use it anymore. There’s no space left.”
“I can see that.” he said staring at the shelf just above their heads that looked about ready to collapse. “So, I guess you’re not in the drama club?”
“No.” Y/N answered looking down at her crossed legs. She wondered if he was going to snitch on her. She really didn’t want to get in trouble. Besides, it wasn’t like she was doing something that terrible.
“I could tell.” Jungkook replied. “I saw last year’s winter play and, let me tell you, you, crying on the floor 5 minutes ago, were ten times better than that.”
Y/N looked back at him with her mouth open in surprise. She had no idea who this boy sitting crossed legged on the floor with her was, with his white button down shirt and over washed jeans, but he singlehandedly gave her the best compliment she could wish for. “Right?!” she exclaimed sitting straighter. “I thought so too! But everybody else acted as if they saw the best performance of their lives! I knew I couldn’t be the only one who taught that their interpretation of Shakespeare’s Antony and Cleopatra was nothing but underwhelming.”
“Damn right.” the boy nodded in agreement. “I actually looked forward to it because I prefer it over Romeo and Juliet, but I was so disappointed. You should have played Cleopatra!” he added in an afterthought. “Why didn’t you?”
Y/N felt herself blush once again. “I never performed in front of anyone.” she confessed. “Apart from my mother an brother, that is.”
“That’s a shame.” Jungkook murmured pensively. “You have real talent, storage room girl. Believe me, I’m an expert.”
Being friends with Jungkook was easy, falling in love with him was even easier. It came so naturally that Y/N didn’t even have the chance to fully realize it before they were officially dating.
He was everything Y/N wasn’t and everything she wanted to be. Even at 16 years old he already was a very confident boy. He was incredibly smart, funny and a little bit nerdy. He didn’t belong to the upper class of their high school social pyramid, nor the middle, but he had no care in matching those standards because he loved himself for who he was - Stark Trek t-shirts, consumed tennis shoes and all.
In the short year the two of them were together, from junior to senior year, Jungkook became the reason behind Y/N’s happiness. She wasn’t aware of how lonely she really had been while asking to be left alone. Jungkook taught her to be open towards the world, to be curious and to believe in herself and her abilities. Thanks to him and his never ending support Y/N came to realize that she wasn’t meant to hide inside the abandoned storage room on the second floor, but she deserved the chance to follow her dreams.
Together they filed their applications for college: Jungkook always wanted to become an aerospace engineer and had set the personal - and ambitious - goal to work for NASA; Y/N, on the other hand, had worked hard during her last year in high school to win a scholarship for whichever Performing Arts College was willing to take her in - it didn’t matter which one because she knew she started her acting career late. All she wanted was to study to become an actress, to perform on stage and bring to life incredible stories, to be someone one day and someone else the other.
But it was such a big dream, something so fickle and risky, that Y/N couldn’t help but being overwhelmed by fear, not only for her future but that of Jungkook’s as well, because after all, despite all the changes she had gone through, a part of her was still hiding from the world. So she did something stupid, something very cliché, that nevertheless seemed the right thing to do at that time: she broke up with him.
It’s for his own good, she had thought. He is brilliant, I don’t want to hold him back.
Jungkook fought her and for her. He was afraid something like this would happen, he was sure it wasn’t what she really wanted, he knew she was just afraid. But Y/N was a very talented actress indeed and for a moment, as she looked straight into his dark eyes and told him she didn’t love him anymore, Jungkook felt his confidence waver.
“I’m really thankful for what you’ve done for me.” she had said. “I wouldn’t be who I am today if it wasn’t for you.”
“Please don’t lie.” he had whispered, trying to stop the angry and disappointed tears from falling from his eyes. “Don’t pretend. Not with me.”
“I’m not.” Y/N replied, her voice firm. “I loved you, I really did. You’ll be my first love forever, Kook.”
And the very next day, just like in one of those cheesy television dramas her mother loved so much, she flew hundreds of miles away from him, trying to not looking back.
If she said she never regretted it over the following years, it would be a lie. As she started her new life, she never failed to think of him. She wondered how he was doing, if his dreams were coming true and if he ever thought of her as much as she did of him. As she grew up and matured, Y/N realized how stupid her choice had been and how important Jungkook’s role had been in shaping her personality and in breaking her shell. Y/N was sure of it: if he didn’t found her that day inside the storage room, she wouldn’t be who she was today.
Years after she broke up with him, Jungkook still popped up into her mind every now and then. She thought of him the first time she was casted for a walk on role in a movie; she thought of him the first time her name was credited in an episode of a TV show; she thought of him the first time she won an award.
She thought of him with regret and a little bit of melancholy. Y/N never forgot him. Not even when when became so famous she barely had the time and energy to think about herself.
The first time Y/N heard his name spoken by someone else’s mouth, three years ago, was a complete shock. She never talked of him to anyone, apart form her mother, her brother and Jimin, her best friend and manager, so he was supposed to be a nobody to everyone else but herself. As it turned out, with a very mysterious turn of events, Jungkook had left the path towards aerospace engineering and had decided to take his chance with acting. And from what Y/N gathered from the overheard conversation, he was starting to make a name for himself as well.
That night, back in her multimillion dollar villa, Y/N researched his name on the internet for the first time.
He was new to the industry and there wasn’t much about him, it was like he popped out of nowhere. But it was definitely Jungkook, Y/N recognized him from the pictures. He had grown into a beautiful man, so handsome that she did a double take and then had to stop herself from drooling. It wasn’t like he was ugly when they were together, but he was just a skinny teenager back then and this was a man, a real man who had lost all of his baby fat and now had a razor sharp jaw and a muscular body. Apparently, he was the protagonist of an ongoing TV series that was gathering a lot of success putting him in the center of the attention. ‘The new heartthrob’, that was how he was being called.
Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what happened after they lost contact with each other that made him change his career so drastically. Whenever she thought about him she imagined him working on some challenging project for NASA, never on a movie set. She remembered he was passionate about theatre and cinema, but never once he had expressed the desire to become an actor like her. Y/N didn’t know what to think.
As the years passed, Y/N watched as his acting career grew, as he starred in a success after the other and as he earned the respect of even the most strict directors and critics.
Y/N watched, yes, but from afar, never daring to contact him and secretly avoiding the chances to meet him again.
She had been successful, until now.
The drive to the Dolby Theatre went far too quick for Y/N’s taste. She could barely remember how she got from the hotel room where she had been preparing to the black luxury van. Before she knew it her stylist was taking away her favorite slippers and was putting on her dress-matching Dolce&Gabbana heels.
Y/N didn’t have the time to think. Three years of running away and finally the moment had come. Jeon Jungkook - her first love, her ‘the one that got away’, probably her biggest regret - was probably in the car behind hers.
“Y/N, two minutes.” Jimin called out, warning her to get ready. “You know the deal. Deep breath and own that red carpet as you always do. And-”
“I know.” Y/N interrupted him. “The left side is my best side.”
The man, dressed up as well in a black tux, gave her a wink. “I’ll be right behind you. You got this.” he declared, looking at her intensely. “This is the one.”
“Thanks, Chim. But from all we know I could be the next Di Caprio.” she joked, the roaring noise from the red carpet now deafening.
“On my dead body.” he smirked. “Talk to you later, princess.”
“Later.” she hugged him briefly. “Oh, can you please make sure my mom and Seokjin got in fine? I totally forgot to call them.”
“Of course. My assistant is with them, anyways.” Jimin said, putting a hand on the door handle. “Ready?”
Y/N took a deep breath, put on her best charming expression and nodded. “Ready.”
As soon as he opened the door, Y/N was immediately hit by the boisterous and echoing call of the fans. She wasn’t sure if it was only her impression but it seemed like every single one of them was screaming her name. She was, indeed, one of the biggest names of the night, there was no use in denying it, but Y/N couldn’t help but wish they stopped making her presence so obvious.
A young usher, pretending not so well to be indifferent and trying to be professional, guided her towards the beginning of the red carpet, hundreds of cellphones following her movements like magnets.
“Please, come this way, miss Y/L/N.” the usher instructed in a slightly trembling voice. “There will be someone from the staff signaling you were to stop to pose for the photographers.”
Y/N knew this already. She had attended countless of events like this, after all. Yet she didn’t say anything to the shy boy, preferring to smile at him sincerely. “Thank you very much.” she said, watching as he blushed violently.
Y/N started her walk, Jimin and her stylist following a few steps behind to make sure that everything went smoothly. The photographers went wild as soon as they saw her, the flashes of their cameras blinding her almost angrily. She was used to it now, she had mastered the trick: squinting sexily and blinking strategically.
As she walked slowly towards the entrance of the theatre, posing with confidence and channeling her best princess warrior, Y/N almost forgot the worries she had about Jungkook, until a new wave of screams echoed to her ears. She stiffened, even if imperceptibly. It was him, the line up said he would be walking right after her.
The time had finally come. Ten years had passed and she was seeing Jeon Jungkook again for the first time.
She continued to walk nonchalantly, every step confident and her chin up and proud. But once she reached the end of the red carpet and the photographers moved their attention away from her, Y/N couldn’t help but stop for a second, ignoring a fellow actress and ‘friend’ waving at her a few feet further.
She could feel him, she could feel his presence behind her back. She could either turn around and catch a glimpse of him, or resume walking and pretend he wasn’t there. It took her a couple of moments of indecisiveness, in which Jimin looked at her questioningly, before taking the umpteenth deep breath of the evening.
She turned, the hem of her $30 000 black dress brushing almost magically over the carpet, and there he was. For a moment the memory of the nerdy boy from high school overlapped the image in front of her. She was well aware of the fact that he wasn’t that teenager anymore, she had seen his pictures, watched his movies and interviews. The boy she remembered was long gone: standing tall and proud, more than twenty feet from her, was now Jeon Jungkook ‘the actor’, dressed in a perfectly tailored night blue tux that highlighted his toned body, black patent leather shoes and impeccably styled hair.
And he was staring - with his dark and deep black eyes - right back at her.
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Summary: Reader moves into Peter’s apartment building with an unpredictable start to an abnormal friendship.
Peter Parker x M!Reader
Requested? Yes.
Word count: 3311
Warnings; mentions of sex, drug use.
Your meeting with the infamous Peter Parker was, well, anything but normal. You didn’t mean to come off like you did, he just caught you off guard was all. Not to mention being caught off guard just makes you defensive, even if you don’t mean to be.
It was late into the afternoon. Parents were starting to come home from work, kids were out of school, people were starting their late night plans. For Peter, he just planned to stay in tonight, especially with that Spanish test coming up tomorrow. He needed to be prepared. He needed to study in a peaceful and non-disturbing environment. Normally, that was achievable. He would usually have no probably aside from his Aunt May coming in and telling him that dinner was ready. Today though, he had way bigger problems than just his aunt.
Peter sat at his desk, his head kept up by the palm of his hand. His eyes rolled over lines of ink over and over again, sometimes repeatedly. The ink that was seeped into the notebook paper was nothing more than a few words and then the meanings of them in English.
He was relaxed, calm. That was until a sudden noise shook his body alive, jumping up as if sitting in the back of a school bus during a bump in the road. He had to piece together his now scrambled thoughts, his lips letting past some quick breaths as he tried to understand what just happened. Though, when it hit him, his brows furrowed in deep confusion. Music. Loud and heavily explicate music pounded against his ear drums like someone was banging pots and pans right against his ears.
He thought the controller of such music would lower it soon after, unaware of how loud it would be when connected to their speakers. But after a while, maybe thirty minutes or so, the music never went down. Never getting any lower and knowing Peter’s aunt won’t be home until another thirty minutes, he got irrational. Frustrated with his splitting skull he marched over, the sound it was coming from only just across from his own apartment.
He froze for a moment. He knew the person that lived here. They were nothing more than a simple old couple, probably closer to their eighties at least. He had no knowledge of anyone moving in or out, or if the people that lived here had any kids or grandkids. Still, he was determined to find out. He knocked a few times, the first few not being heard making him more rough with his knuckles against the wooden door.
Then, the door knob started to twist. He was prepared to deal with a little kid, maybe even a teenager that was going through that weird faze in their life. What he didn’t expect was this guy that looked about his age, maybe even a year older. He was tall, about two inches taller than Peter. He had messy, an almost bed headed locks on the top of his head. Pursed between his lips was a small blunt that looked newly lit. He didn’t have much of anything on, honestly, all he wore was a pair of boxer briefs that were clearly wrinkled. Though, with his exposed body came the sight of a few tattoos that littered his upper arm down his wrist on his left arm.
“Can I help ya?” He asked, his voice deep and rough, like he almost got done taking a nap. Though, the way he spoke was clear he was native to New York unlike the older couple before he held a southern accent.
“Uh, I was wondering if you could turn your music down? I’m trying to study.” Peter asked, his confused features noticeable to the one he spoke too.
The guy in front of Peter took a quick hit, aiming it up in the air. “It’ll be off in about two minutes or so. We were just about done anyway.”
“We?” Peter questioned, wondering if he had another new neighbor that he had no idea about.
He watched as the unknown guy opened his mouth, almost like he was going to answer Peter’s question. That was until a new voice came into the mix, a giggle, from a woman. It was only confirmed when a girl with dark hair slipped under the guy’s arm that rested on the door. Her clothes were disheveled, almost like she put them on with the knowing that they were dirty without a care in the world. She pushed her body against his in a playful manner, a giddy smile pressed on her noticeably swollen lips.
Peter cocked his head for the side as he studied the two as they interacted. His face flushing without his control when the man ask lowly, “Hey, baby, you leavin’ already?”
“Yeah, I had a good time but I gotta head to work.” She smiled, her lips gently pressing against his cheek before nodding in Peter’s direction in an acknowledging way before heading down the hall towards the stairs.
“Was that.. your girlfriend?” Peter asked shyly, wondering if it was okay to ask for a moment.
“Nah,” he replied. “She just comes over from time to time.”
“Oh,” Peter hummed out. His mind not fulling registering the words until a few seconds later, the tips of his ears boiling in a red tint that slowly trailed down the back of his neck. He quickly waved his hands in front of him in a dissmising way as he said, “I’m sorry if I interrupted or something! I mean, you were at fault with the music and all, but I didn’t know, so, sorry!”
The guy leaned his head against the door, clearly exhausted. “It’s whatever. We were finished anyway.”
“Right..” Peter trialed off. His composure coming back when he introduced him, though he held back on shaking hands this time around. “I’m Peter, by the way. Peter Parker. I live across from you with my Aunt May.”
“Hm?” The guy hummed. “Just your aunt?”
“Yeah, just her.” Peter stated.
You held back on answering any further before you introduced yourself to the guy in front of you. He was timid, awkward, but entertaining in a way that you haven’t quite figured out yet. But, you were in no rush. You never had a thing for doing things quickly, better to savor it at a nice, slower pace.
“I’ll see ya around, Parker.” You smiled as you raised your blunt to him in a salute fashion before shutting the door on him before he could say anything.
Peter stood outside your door for a moment. He was serious about going back to his studying, back to his apartment. He was still determined to do so, but, it would have to be delayed by a minute or two. When that door shut, his whole body stiffen up. His feet felt like they had been nailed to the ground as he was unable to move a single muscles in his body. He was tense, unaware of anything except for this small noise that played in his head. It wasn’t anything significant to him, nor did he remember ever hearing it before.
When it played, it sound like the melody of a song to him. The weird thing was that he couldn’t pin-point the song. He knew he had never heard it before. Though, the truly odd part was that he didn’t hear any lyrics. It had no words, missing from the music they belong to. They were lost to him, if not lost, then simply unidentifiable in this very moment in time.
Peter didn’t see you the next morning, gone before he could deliver some welcome cookies that May made for you. Peter was on his way out for school, and thought to do it then, but you didn’t answer. He thought he would just do it after school, around the time yesterday when he knew you would be home.
A normal morning was what he wanted. He just wanted to get the school day done with, the Spanish test taken, and then go home and celebrate the weekend. His body was flushed between a sea of souls that chatted with friends about meaningless things. Conversations would range between after school plans to simple crushes that some people gushed over. This kinda chat in high school was nothing new for Parker, but the scene that was unfolding before him against his own locker was something that made him genuinely shocked for once.
A dark haired girl, maybe a junior, had her back against Peter’s locker with a taller body looming over her with a cocky grin against his features as her hands squeezed and trailed over his biceps. Thanks to his Spider-senses, Peter was able to hear the entire conversation even though he was a few feet away.
“Wow, you’re really strong.” She hummed out in a honeyed voice, her voice filmed over with something erotic.
“And you sure can’t keep your hands to yourself..” You cooed out, your mouth making way over towards the new girl’s ear and whispered, “You know, that outfit looks good on you, but it’d look even better thrown all over my floor.”
Peter’s back instantly stood straight as he gripped his hands tighter around the strap of his backpack. He blinked aimlessly for a moment before taking a gulp, his feet finally moving froward and behind you. He rocked on his heels, hoping you would notice him, but when that wasn’t working, he tapped your shoulder.
When you turned you held a small scowl on your features, well, that was until you noticed the guy behind you. “Ah, Parker.”
“What? You know him? Seriously?” The unknown girl asked before holding some sort of look of disgust on her features. She pressed her hands against your built chest with pressure so she could escape your grasp. She started between the two of you guys for a moment before walking away, though, not until she got the chance to whisper under her breath, “Losers.”
“Well, now look what you did.” You hummed out as you scratched the back of your neck. A smirk inched across your lips as you leaned back against the lockers saying, “That’s what, twice now? What is it, got a lil crush on me or something, Parker?”
“Huh? No, no--nothing like that! If anything both times were kinda your fault.” Peter blurted out.
“My fault? Really?” You asked. “How?”
“Well, I mean, the music was you, not me. And you’re against my locker.” Peter said, his voice trailing off the more he started into your eyes that made that lyric-less record start to play again in his mind.
You pressed your lips together, shrugging your shoulders before stepping to the side. Off of Peter’s locker. “You got a point, sorry, man.”
“It’s, uh, it’s cool.” He muttered out as he slowly approached. It was odd at how cautious he was, like if he got too close he’d get burned or something.
You kept your eyes on him, cocking up a brow at how skittish this kid was around you. Though, a reason why did manage to come into your mind. Normally, you didn’t really care what people thought about you or their opinions on what you did in your free time. But, you did block his locker and disturbed his studying, so, you thought it wouldn’t kill ya to let him know.
“I’m not a cheater, yanno.” You said casually, like it was nothing but normal to say that suddenly.
“What?” Peter asked, his textbook in hand.
“I’m not dating either of those girls, so don’t think I’m a cheater or something.” You hummed out as you crossed your arms across your chest. “I’d never cheat if I was committed to anyone, but I’m not, so, yeah.”
Peter blinked aimlessly at you, your head lower than normal. From the two encounters he could tell you were confident, cocky even. But the shy persona quickly went away when you turned to eye Peter down, the look in your eyes making him flinch and yell out, “I never thought that! Sure, you kinda look like a playboy or whatever, but I don’t have a problem with that!”
You chuckled, cracking a smile at Parker. “Look like?”
“Yeah?” He questioned, unsure if that was the correct answer.
“Well, if it’s any consolation, you don’t look like much of a nerd like I’ve been hearing.” You said, pushing yourself off the lockers. “For my first day, people are awfully chatty with the new playboy.”
“T-Thanks, I guess..” Peter uttered out as he watched you start to walk backwards.
“See ya around, Parker.” You said with a cheeky wink before turning away and heading to class.
Overtime, Peter and you bonded. Normally he would connect with people based on interests, maybe Star Wars or his fascination with the Avengers. You didn’t have a shred of interest in any of those two, practically nothing in common with each other. Still, maybe by some weird twist of fate, you two bonded, quickly too. Perhaps it was also because you two were neighbors, but either way, it happened.
The friendship that formed between you two was nothing but normal. If anything, some thought you were a little too close. Nothing ever happened, but Peter and you didn’t mind the rumors, even if neither of you said that to one another. Both of you knew people talked about anything they could. Plus, it was something abnormal when the school nerd and playboy were chatting up with each other whenever either of you got the chance.
Sure, there were some thing that Peter didn’t quite like about you as you did him. For him, he didn’t quite agree with the fact that whenever he wanted to hang out with you and had to come to your apartment, he always caught you with a new girl. It was kinda embarrassing for him in the beginning, but after a while, it got tiring and frustrated for some reason. Though, for you, it was how late he’d want to hang out. It was like any time from past the school day until almost seven at night was off limits with Parker. You could understand at times with the Stark Internship, but every night was extreme, even for you.
Today, both you and Parker agreed to hang out for the day and possibly spend the night at Peter’s place. You thought it would be a peaceful day with some movies and snacks from his Aunt May, who you found very sweet. When you arrived though, you noticed his eyes directly latch onto your neck like a fish with a hook. You decided to ignore it, knowing what he was looking at but really didn’t care to bring it up.
“I brought some movies.” You said with a cheeky smile as you held up the few cases you brought. Normally, you would hear an excited Parker wanting to pick the first movie, instead he stood at the doorway of his room while you sat upon the edge of his bed. He was looking at you, you knew he could hear you, but it was like he was ignoring you on purpose as he studied the spots that colored your your neck.
“You enjoy yourself last night?” Peter asked in a cold tone that was layered with something unfamiliar to you.
You frowned a bit, unable to even fake a neutral expression. You placed the movies down at your side, putting your hands behind you to keep you up as you leaned back on Peter’s comfortable bed.
“Depends who you ask. Personally, could’ve been better.” You said calmly, praying he didn’t notice your uneven tone.
You watched something new twist into Peter’s eyes, something that made your stomach drop like some love struck idiot. It made you feel, for some reason, a bit guilty. You were never one to apologize for how you were, how you thought about just living in the moment. With him though, it was different, and it kinda freaked you out a bit. Though, in the end, you didn’t mind it so much. It was exciting how he could keep catching you off guard like this. He was unpredictable to you, never boring.
“Which one was it this time? Maybe a blond?” He asked roughly.
“Nah, I got a thing for dark haired people.” You answered calmly, not wanting to start an argument with him. “You never met him.”
Peter stared aimlessly at you. “Him?”
You nodded. The silence taking up the entire room. You didn’t like it one bit to the point were you said, “If you don’t the hickeys, just give me one of your shirts to cover them or something.”
“It’s fine, I don’t mind. Let’s just watch some movies.” Peter suddenly said, his smile not quite reaching his eyes like normal.
You nodded. “Okay.”
It was, well, more than a little awkward. Neither of you didn’t speak but just silently watched. To anyone other than the two of you, this would be normal and seen as okay. But, it wasn’t. Under normal circumstances, both of you would often make jokes about the movie. If it was a horror you’d try to understand one would make such a dumb move of investigating instead of turning the other way. Making bets on who would die next. When it came to action, Peter would often gush about the effects and badass dialogue.
Today, it was pure silence. Thick enough for a knife to have trouble with. Now, you didn’t have a problem with silence in general. You thought people needed to understand which types of silences there are, which to enjoy. This one wasn’t one of those enjoyable ones that you lived in. No, this made even you antsy.
You cracked your knuckles one by one, waiting until you ran out of fingers before saying, “I’ll stop, only if you want me to.”
“Huh?” Peter asked with wide eyes. His head causing a small hiss within the air at how fast he turned. ‘What’d you say?”
You took a deep breath. You seriously couldn’t believe you were doing this for one stupidly cute guy. “I’ll stop. But only if you want me to. I can see it gets to you a little.”
“You do..?” He uttered lowly, his breath shaken like he just got caught in the one of the worst lies ever.
“Mhm,” you hummed. “I mean, I kinda get it. If you were doing what I was, I’d be a little jealous too.”
Peter’s eyes widened a bit as you laughed a little louder this time. He gathered it was a dismissive laugh, one to distract him from your words. Still, it worked. He listened to the way you laughed, watched the way your shoulders bounced as you held a smile brighter than the sun. The sun that was starting to sun sneaking through his window and hitting your skin just right, almost getting sun kissed by the gods. He had heard you laugh countless times, but one was different.
It was louder, more contagious than usual. The way you face lit up a bit brighter didn’t go unnoticed either. His heart even beating a bit faster against his chest than normal. It was like his senses got even more heightened than they already were, but it was only when he was looking at you. The one thing that caught his attention most though wasn’t anything about you, but solely about him. In that moment, the record player that was sealed in his mind started to play again. Same melody as when you met and may times after that. The thing was, he could hear the lyrics this time. Lyrics that were sensual and loving in a way he’d never experienced before. Lyrics that finally placed the pieces together.
In that moment he knew in his heart, body, and soul that he had completely fell head over heels for you without his knowledge or even consent. You truly stole his heart rom under his nose without either of you knowing the actions of the other.
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New Orleans playlist
Hungry for some po boys?
Feeling the Mardi Gras vibes for this weekend?
This is the ultimate NOLA playlist, right here.
Play the songs here:
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC182dTlE-Gii6ZOO5ZrN1Z1T
Louisiana and New Orleans, all in the one awesome playlist.
If there are songs I left out, let me know and I can add those.
Or come meet me at Le Bon Temps Roulé and we’ll listen to this NOLA playlist together with drinks.
LOUISIANA & NEW ORLEANS
001 Bob James - Take Me To The Mardi Gras
002 Earl King - Ain’t no city like New Orleans
003 John Lee Hooker - goin’ to Louisiana
004 Crowbar - Wrath Of Time By Judgment
005 True Detective - Theme (The Handsome Family - Far From Any Road)
006 EyeHateGod - New Orleans Is The New Vietnam
007 The The Meters - Chicken Strut
008 Paul McCartney - Live And Let Die (from Live And Let Die)
009 The Rolling Stones - Brown Sugar
010 Lucinda Williams - Crescent City
011 King Hobo - New Or-Sa-Leans
012 Concrete Blonde - Bloodletting
013 Down - Underneath Everything
014 True Blood Theme Song (Jace Everett - Bad Things)
015 Corrosion of Conformity - Broken Man
016 The New Orleans Jazz Vipers - I Hope Your Comin' Back To New Orleans
017 Willy DeVille - Jump City
018 Left Side - Gold In New Orleans
017 Necrophagia - Reborn through Black Mass
018 Johnny Horton - The Battle Of New Orleans
019 Dr John - Litanie des Saints
020 Foo Fighters - In the Clear
021 Redbone - The Witch Queen Of New Orleans
022 Jucifer - Lautrichienne
023 Danzig - It's a long way back from hell
024 Harry Connick, Jr. - Oh, My Nola
025 The Gaturs - Gator Bait
026 Jon Bon Jovi - Queen Of New Orleans
027 Cyril Neville - Gossip
028 Carlos Santana - Black Magic Woman
029 Gentleman June Gardner - It's Gonna Rain
030 Eddy G. Giles - Soul Feeling (Part 1)
031 Tool - Swamp Song
032 Beasts of Bourbon - Psycho
033 Seratones - Gotta Get To Know Ya
034 Chuck Berry - You Never Can Tell
035 Grateful Dead - Mississippi Half-Step Uptown Toodleoo
036 Pale Misery - Hope is a Mistake
037 Exhorder - Homicide
038 King James & the Special Men - Special Man Boogie
039 Chuck Carbo - Can I Be Your Squeeze
040 Amebix - Axeman
041 Tomahawk - Captain Midnight
042 Waylon Jennings - Jambalaya
043 Heavy Lids - Deviate
044 Red Hot Chili Peppers - Apache Rose Peacock
045 Necrophagia - Rue Morgue Disciple
046 Johnny Cash - Big River
047 Albert King - Laundromat Blues
048 Meklit Feat Preservation Hall Horns - You Are My Luck
049 Le Winston Band - En haut de la montagne
050 Dr. john - I Thought I Heard New Orleans Say
051 Down - New Orleans is a dying whore
052 Samhain - To Walk The Night
053 Creedence Clearwater Revival - Green River
054 Southern Culture on the Skids - Voodoo Cadillac
055 Bonnie, Sheila - You Keep Me Hanging On
056 Warren Lee - Funky Bell
057 Elf - Annie New Orleans
058 Cannonball Adderley - New Orleans Strut
059 Doug Kershaw - Louisiana Man - New Orleans Version
060 Willy deVille - Voodoo Charm
061 The Animals - The House of the Rising Sun
062 Porgy Jones - The Dapp
063 Lost Bayou Ramblers - Sabine Turnaround
064 IDRIS MUHAMMAD - New Orleans
065 John Lee Hooker - Boogie Chillen No. 2
066 Hank 3 - Hillbilly Joker
067 Nine Inch Nails - Heresy
068 Talking Heads - Swamp
069 Irma Thomas - I'd Rather Go Blind
070 Mississippi Fred McDowell - I'm Going Down the River
071 Dee Dee Bridgewater - Big Chief
072 Dr. John - Creole Moon
073 Agents of Oblivion - Slave Riot
074 Steve Vai - Voodoo Acid
075 Saviours - Slave To The Hex
076 Kris Kristofferson - Casey's Last Ride
077 JJ Cale - Louisiana Women
078 Cher - Dark Lady of New Orleans
079 LE ROUX - Take A Ride On A Riverboat
080 The Melvins - A History Of Bad Men
081 Floodgate - Through My Days Into My Nights
082 Opprobium - voices from the grave
083 Quintron & Miss Pussycat - Swamp Buggy Badass
084 Child Bite - ancestral ooze
085 Sammi Smith - The City Of New Orleans
086 The Explosions - Garden Of Four Trees
087 Bobby Boyd - straight ahead
088 Bobby Charles - Street People
089 Wall of Voodoo - Far Side of Crazy
090 Rhiannon Giddens - Freedom Highway (feat. Bhi Bhiman)
091 Elton John - Honky Cat
092 Serge Gainsbourg - Bonnie and Clyde
093 Fats Domino - I'm Walking To New Orleans
094 Cruel Sea - Orleans Stomp
095 Down - On March The Saints
096 Danzig - Ju Ju Bone
097 The Neville Brothers ~ Voodoo
098 Megadeth - The Conjuring
099 Miles Davis - Miles runs the voodoo down
100 Elvis Presley - King Creole
101 Led Zeppelin - Royal Orleans
102 The Lime Spiders - Slave Girl
103 BIG BILL BROONZY -'Mississippi River Blues'
104 Kreeps - Bad Voodoo
105 Dirty Dozen Brass Band - Caravan
106 Kirk Windstein - Dream In Motion
107 Eletric Prunes - Kyrie Eleison - Mardi Gras
108 Merle Haggard - The Legend Of Bonnie And Clyde
109 Corrosion of Conformity - River of Stone
110 THE ADVENTURES OF HUCK FINN (MAIN TITLE)
111 Zigaboo Modeliste - Guns
112 ReBirth Brass Band - Let's Go Get 'Em
113 Inell Young - What Do You See In Her?
114 Jimi Hendrix - If 6 as 9 (Studio Version) Easy Rider Soundtrack
115 Deep Purple - Speed King
116 Exhorder - The Law
117 Crowbar - The Cemetery Angels
118 A Streetcar Named Desire OST - Main Title
119 WOORMS - Take His Fucking Leg
120 steely dan - pearl of the quarter
121 Tabby Thomas - Hoodoo Party
122 Black Label Society - Parade of the Dead
123 Dwight James & The Royals - Need Your Loving
124 Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter (2012) The Rampant Hunter (Soundtrack OST)
125 PanterA - The Great Southern Trendkill
126 Ween - WHO DAT?
127 Earl King - Street Parade
128 Ernie K-Doe - Here Come The Girls
129 Dejan's Olympia Brass Band ~ Mardi Gras In New Orleans
130 Body Count - KKK Bitch
131 Goatwhore - Apocalyptic Havoc
132 C.C. Adcock - Y'all d Think She Be Good To Me (from True Blood S01E01)
133 The Meters - Fire On The Bayou
134 Dr. John - I Walk On Guilded Splinters
135 Balfa Brothers - J'ai Passe Devant ta Porte
136 Ween - Voodoo Lady
137 King Diamond - 'LOA' House
138 Creedence Clearwater Revival - Born On The Bayou
139 Dax Riggs - See You All In Hell Or New Orleans
140 Professor Longhair - Go to the Mardi Gras
141 Dixie Witch - Shoot The Moon
142 Ramones - The KKK Took My Baby Away
143 Fats Waller - There's Going To Be The Devil To Pay
144 Mississippi Fred McDowell - When the Train Comes Along with Sidney Carter & Rose Hemphill
145 Treme Song (Main Title Version)
146 Tony Joe White - Even Trolls Love Rock and Roll
147 Nine Inch Nails - Sin
148 Exodus - Cajun Hell
149 NEIL DIAMOND - New Orleans
150 James Brown - Call Me Super Bad
151 Jimi Hendrix - Voodoo Child ( Slight Return )
152 Allen Toussaint - Chokin Kind
153 Dash Rip Rock - Meet Me at the River
154 Hawg Jaw- 4 Lo
155 Hot 8 Brass Band - Keepin It Funky
156 Hank Williams III - Rebel Within
157 Dejan's Original Olympia Brass Band - Shake It And Break It
158 Jelly Roll Morton - Finger Buster
159 The Royal Pendletons - (Im a) Sore Loser
160 Little Bob & The Lollipops - Nobody But You
161 Gregg Allman - Floating Bridge (True Detective Soundtrack)
162 Michael Doucel with Beausoleil - Valse de Grand Meche
163 Dolly Parton - My Blue Ridge Mountain Boy
164 Othar Turner & the Afrossippi Allstars – Shimmy She Wobble
165 Jucifer - Fleur De Lis
166 Soilent Green - Leaves Of Three
167 Ides Of Gemini - Queen of New Orleans
168 Betty Harris - Trouble with My Lover
169 Lead Belly - Pick A Bale Of Cotton
170 Candyman Opening Theme
171 Goatwhore - When Steel and Bone Meet
172 Acid Bath - Bleed Me An Ocean
173 Pere Ubu - Louisiana Train Wreck
174 Walter -Wolfman- Washington - You Can Stay But the Noise Must Go
175 Alice in Chains - Hate To Feel
176 Body Count - Voodoo
177 Live and Let Die - Jazz Funeral
178 Smoky Babe - Cotton Field Blues
179 Professor Longhair - Big Chief Part 2
180 Lewis Boogie - Walk the Line
181 James Black - Theres a Storm in the Gulf
182 The Balfa Brothers - Parlez Nous A Boire
183 The Jambalaya Cajun Band - Bayou Teche Two Step
184 The Deacons - Fagged Out
185 Thou - The Changeling Prince
186 Black Sabbath - Voodoo
187 King Diamond - Louisiana Darkness
188 Doyle - Cemeterysexxx
189 KINGDOM OF SORROW - Grieve a Lifetime
190 Hank Williams III - Louisiana Stripes
191 FORMING THE VOID - On We Sail
192 BUCK BILOXI AND THE FUCKS - fuck you
193 Down in New Orleans - The Princess and the Frog Soundtrack
194 Trombone Shorty & James Andrews - oh Poo Pah Doo
195 Whitesnake - Ain't No Love In The Heart Of The City
196 The Dirty Dozen Brass band - Voodoo
197 Joe Simon - The Chokin' Kind
198 Down - Ghosts along the Mississippi
199 AEROSMITH - Voodoo Medicine Man
200 Nine Inch Nails - The Perfect Drug
201 The Byrds - [Sanctuary III] Ballad Of Easy Rider
202 The Iguauas - Boom Boom Boom
203 PJ Harvey - Down By The Water
204 Louis Armstrong - Do You Know What It Means To Miss New Orleans
205 Dr John - Right Place Wrong Time
206 ESTHER ROSE - handyman
207 Lightnin Slim - It's Mighty Crazy
208 Slim Harpo - Blues Hangover
209 Irma Thomas - Ruler Of My Heart
210 WEATHER WARLOCK - Fukk the Plan-0
211 Superjoint Ritual - The Alcoholik (Use Once And Destroy)
212 Stressball - dust
213 Trampoline Team - Kill You On The Streetcar
214 Xander Harris - Where’s your Villain?
215 Dukes of Dixieland - When The Saints Go Marching In
216 Kid Congo & The Pink Monkey Birds - Su Su
217 Danzig - I'm the one
218 EyeHatteGod - Pigs
219 Hank Williams Jr - Amos Moses
220 The Cramps - Alligator Stomp
221 Crowbar - The Serpent Only Lies
222 Shrüm - drip
223 Thou - The Only Law
224 DR. JOHN - Babylon
225 Garth Brooks - Callin' Baton Rouge
226 Wild Magnolias - All On A Mardi Gras Day
227 NCIS New Orleans TV Show theme
228 Skull Duggery - Big Easy
229 Harry Connick Jr. - City beaneath the sea
230 Elvis Presley - Dixieland Rock
231 Tom Waits - I Wish I Was In New Orleans (In The Ninth Ward)
232 Neil Young - Everybody's Rockin
233 Philip H. Anselmo & The Illegals - Delinquent
234 CORROSION OF CONFORMITY - Wolf Named Crow
235 Widespread Panic - Fishwater
236 Lillian Boutté - Why Don't You Go Down to New Orleans
237 Bryan Ferry - Limbo
238 Scream - Mardi Gras
239 EyeHateGod - Shoplift
240 Better Than Ezra - good
241 Duke Ellington - Perdido (1960 Version)
242 Bob Dylan - Rambling, Gambling Willie
243 Big Bad Voodoo Daddy - sAve my soul
244 Le Roux - So Fired Up
245 Concrete Blonde - The Vampire song
246 Boozoo Chavis - Zydeco Mardi Gras
247 Idris Muhammad - Piece of mind
248 Les Hooper - Back in Blue Orleans
249 Doug Kershaw - Cajun stripper
250 DOWN - Witchtripper
251 Soilent Green - So hatred
252 Professional Longhair - Big chief
253 Willie Nelson - City Of New Orleans
254 Tom Waits - Whistlin' Past The Graveyard
255 Brian Fallon - sleepwalkers
256 Patsy - Count It On Down
257 Into the Moat - The Siege Of Orleans
258 Bruce Cockburn - Down To The Delta
259 Jello Biafra · the Raunch and Soul All-Stars - Fannie Mae
260 Exhorder - Asunder
261 Cane Hill - Too Far Gone
262 The Slackers - peculiar
263 Crowbar - A Breed Apart
264 COC - Wiseblood
265 Necrophagia - Embalmed Yet I Breathe
266 EYEHATEGOD - Fake What's Yours
333 Alan Vega - Bye Bye Bayou
666 DOWN - Stone the crow
I don’t beads by the way!
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One Spider-Man and a Baby
A/N: This was supposed to be part of a 5+1 in response to an ask prompt, but I’ve been stuck for...honestly I have no idea how long at this point, and I really want this one to see the light of day, so I’m posting it.
Summary: Peter is definitely out past his bedtime, but to be fair, babies are also definitely not supposed to be out in the dead of night...or in dark, spooky alleys.
It’s a slow night on patrol.
Peter is sitting atop a Subway, his legs hanging over the edge, and he’s just finished munching on a complimentary six-inch. He stands, stretches, and shoots his balled up trash in to the large silver can below him before hopping to the ground, opting to walk in the shadows instead of webbing so that his food can settle.
It’s very early in the morning (or late at night, depending on how you look at it); it’s low traffic hours, so for once, Peter is able to navigate his own city as Spider-Man with ease. Every once in a while, he passes a pair or a group of partygoers, slurred exclamations of “Spider-Bro!” and “Wow, Spider-Man!” making his cheeks burn with pride. He’s just fist-bumping an especially enthusiastic passerby when a new sound reaches his ears.
The cries of a baby definitely aren’t novel sounds to Peter, especially around bedtime in New York, but something about these cries are wrong, aside from the fact that it’s almost 1 in the morning. They seem raw, desperate, even.
Following his ears, Peter comes to the mouth of an alleyway. He listens for a moment more before slowly inching his way into the darkness.
“Hey, Karen,” Peter mumbles. “Do we have night vision?”
“Of course, Peter.”
Instantly, the small space is lit up in a strange, fluorescent green that Peter has seen on numerous ghost-hunting shows.
“Seriously? Green? I feel like I’m on ‘Ghost Hunters.’”
“I believe that was the intended effect. Mr. Stark was aware of your television preferences.”
Peter smiles a bit, but it melts when he realizes where the cries are coming from. Peter carefully steps toward a large dumpster and hoists himself up; a dark blue infant car seat sits on top of a pile of full black garbage bags. Peter quickly dives over the edge of the large bin and wades toward the source of the continuous cries until he’s able to lift the blanket draped over the handle; the smallest baby Peter has ever seen lays swaddled inside. The tiny human’s face is so wrinkly and pinched that even Peter can tell it’s the closest to a newborn you can get without being in a hospital. Peter feels his stomach turn over when reality sets in: someone probably abandoned this baby here. The night vision just picks up the tear tracks on the baby’s cheeks, and Peter’s heart clenches.
“Karen, can you scan the baby for injuries?”
“She appears to be unharmed, Peter, but her body temperature is low. Considering she is a newborn, I suggest skin-to-skin contact if possible.”
“Oh....” Peter considers for a moment. “I have my Midtown hoodie. It’s pretty thick.” He knows his backpack is webbed up behind the aforementioned Subway, about fifteen minutes away, but he knows he can’t leave the baby behind. “You said skin-to-skin, right, Karen?”
“Yes, Peter.”
“Okay, Babygirl, we’re gonna get you warm.” Peter hits the spider logo in the center of his suit, and it becomes lose all around him. He slips out of the top half of his uniform and reaches into the car seat; he carefully brings the squirming infant against his chest and grits his teeth when she cries louder at the movement and harsh cold. He holds the surprisingly light little body with one arm and then the other as he slips them back into his sleeves. He presses the little spider again, and the suit becomes form-fitting around them. “Hey, Karen, can you loosen the suit around Babygirl?”
Immediately, the pressure against his chest lessens, and he cradles the little one there, shivering at how cold she is against his warm skin.
“Can you put the heater on low, Karen? Don’t want to hurt her.”
His suit is instantly less warm than normal, and Peter hugs Babygirl close. She’s still crying, so he tries to bounce her a bit, like he’d seen on countless T.V. shows.
“She’s probably hungry, huh, Karen?”
“Most likely.”
“Mmmhmm...Is there like a shelter or something nearby?”
“May I suggest a hospital?”
Peter smacks his forehead. “Duh. Get me directions to the closest one with a 24 hour emergency room.”
“Done. Directions starting.”
Peter grabs the carrier and sets off under Karen’s direction. It’s an hour journey on foot, but Peter would rather not risk upsetting the baby more than has already been done.
As they’re walking, Peter tries to keep Babygirl as steady as possible, running a hand over her head over and over, cupping the infant to him as he silently pleads for her to calm down.
“Karen, what calms babies down?”
“Top results include: feeding.”
“Can’t do that.”
“Diaper changes.”
“Also can’t do that.”
“Pacifiers.”
“Didn’t see one.”
“Rocking.”
“Limited ability right now.”
“And singing.”
“If I do that, she’ll scream.” Peter snorts.
“Why is that, Peter?”
“Let’s just say I’m not the best singer.”
May may not be his biological aunt, but he definitely inherited his tone deafness from her by proxy.
“You don’t have to be. Just the sound of a voice can be comforting. Studies show that babies are calmed by hearing familiar voices talking, but singing has been shown to be even more effective.”
“What about humming?”
“Close enough.”
“Hmmm...this is weird, Karen, but I have ‘Bella Notte’ from Lady and the Tramp stuck in my head right now.”
“I can play that quietly for you, if you want.”
“That works.”
The opening accordion notes of the Disney classic play quietly around them, and Peter smiles. “I’ve always loved this song. There’s just something about it.”
“Are you going to sing along, Peter?”
“I already told you I’m awful, Karen.”
“You can still hum. The vibrations might be soothing for Babygirl.”
“I guess-hey, Bella. I’ll call her Bella. That’s nicer than Babygirl.”
“Bella is a nice name. It means ‘beautiful.’”
“I like it. Bella Notte...” Peter takes a deep breath and silently resigns himself to humming for Bella’s sake.
The baby has quieted down quite a bit by the time the hospital comes into view, and Peter has literally memorized “Bella Notte” as it plays for the 20th time.
The ER only has a few scattered patrons when they arrive, and thankfully, none of them really acknowledge the strange pair. “Karen, voice disguise.” Peter whispers as he crosses into the reception area.
“Uh, hi. I’m, uh-”
“Carrying a baby in your shirt?” The receptionist is terse but smiling just a bit as Peter fumbles with the carrier.
“Uh, yeah. I found her abandoned in an alley.”
“Oh, dear.” The woman clicks her tongue and picks up her phone. “Katie,” She sighs after a few moments. “Can you come to my desk please? An infant. Yup. Thank you.” She smiles softly at him this time. “One of our pediatric nurses is coming. There is a single bathroom back here if you you want to take her out...privately.”
“Oh, thank you so much.” Peter tentatively rounds the desk and nods when the receptionist, Patricia, her nametag says, lets him in the locked door.
In the privacy of the one-person restroom, Peter rips off his mask and sags against the wall, breathing deeply and unevenly as he tries to get his bearings. He can’t believe he walked all the way here with a tiny baby in his suit. He presses the logo and carefully extracts her, immediately bundling her in the blanket he’d found her under. He realizes in the light that she’s only wearing a dirty white onesie, and he feels tears spring to his eyes.
“Don’t worry, Bella.” Peter coos softly, his voice breaking as he really looks over her scrunched up face for the first time. “You’re safe now.”
Before he can think, he places a featherlight kiss on her little forehead, and his heart flutters. He clenches his eyes against the tears welling there as she whimpers in his arms, exhausted from crying for who knows how long. The boy stares at the baby for a few more moments before sighing deeply and pulling his mask back over his tired features.
Peter keeps the baby cradled to him with one arm and carries the car seat with the other; he carefully opens the bathroom door and inches out into the employee area behind the reception desk. A young woman with a brown ponytail and soft hazel eyes catches his gaze and gives him a small wave; she pushes off of the table she’s leaned against and meets him halfway.
“Hi, Spider-Man.” Her voice is like tinkling bells. “Pat says you have a visitor for me?”
“Yeah....I don’t know her name, so I’ve been calling her Bella.”
“That works for now.” Katie smiles and reaches out. “Mind if I take her off your hands?”
“Oh, yeah, of course.” Peter hesitates and looks down at Bella, his eyes filling again, and he feels himself blush. He looks back up at Katie but subconsciously pulls the baby closer.
“You can hug her good-bye if you want,” Katie offers softly, gently pulling the carrier from his arm. “I’ll be right out front with Pat when you’re ready.”
“Okay. Thank you, Katie.”
The young nurse smiles and leaves quietly.
Peter looks down at Bella, his view of her distorted through tears. “You’re gonna be okay now, Bella. Katie and Pat will take good care of you.” Peter swallows thickly and places her laterally against his chest, bouncing her gently to comfort both of them, if he’s honest. He squeezes her against him and brings his head to rest on top of hers. “This is so weird. I only met you like an hour ago, but...I love you so much, Bella.” Peter sighs and sniffs before straightening up; he continues slightly rocking Bella as he walks toward Katie and Pat, the former continually smiling at him as he hands the tiny bundle over.
“She’ll be okay. Thank you for bringing her to us.” Katie pats his shoulder and holds an arm out. Peter is taken aback for a second until he really looks at her, sees the lines in her face and bags under her eyes. She suddenly reminds him of May, the desire to help and love so evident in every part of her, and he steps into her embrace. Katie squeezes him lightly and rubs a hand over his back. Peter breathes shakily, and she squeezes again before pulling away. “You’ll both be okay,” Katie promises.
“Why...was she abandoned?”
Katie’s eyes turn down at the corners. “Any number of scenarios for why, but Pat told me you found her in an alley.”
“In...a dumpster.” Peter chokes out.
“Sadly, not the first time we’ve heard of that, but she’s definitely better off now that she’s here. Our social worker specializes in infant care, so she’ll find a good foster family for her.” Katie pats his back one more time before holding Bella close to her; she runs a finger over her forehead.
“She was so cold when I found her,” Peter whispers. “But I think I helped warm her.”
“I’d say so; she doesn’t feel too cold at all. You did good, Spider-Man.” Katie turns back toward the door he came through, and Peter holds it open for her. “You’re welcome to stay here until we’re done looking her over and getting her settled, if you want.”
“I...I want to...” Peter sighs and rubs his arm. “But I already said good-bye. I should go home. Someone is waiting for me. Plus, I trust you guys.”
“Well, thanks.” Pat laughs and rubs his arm. “This is what we do, baby. She’ll be just fine. You did good.”
Peter nods, puts a hand on Pat’s shoulder as he passes, and heads out of the emergency room before he can break down.
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It’s after 3am when Peter finally climbs in his window. He shouldn’t be surprised to find May asleep on his bed, but his vision, physical and otherwise, is a little hazy thanks to his senses being on alert ever since he left the hospital. It wasn’t like the normal shriek of danger but a buzz at the base of his neck, like the area there has somehow fallen asleep.
Peter shakes his head when he finds himself still sitting on the windowsill. He crosses to May silently and gently rubs her shoulder. “May?”
May stirs and squints up at him; her eyes widen before she sighs and laughs, slightly delirious. “Oh, shit, Peter. I always forget about you under there.” She sits up and stretches. “Why didn’t you call me? Way past curfew.” She yawns into her hand.
Peter hits the spider logo and strips out of the suit, exhaustion flooding his bones and tears in his eyes at her comment. “I’m sorry, May. Crazy night.”
“Yeah?”
Peter slips into a t-shirt and sweatpants and turns to face his aunt.
May’s expression falls when she really sees Peter’s face.
“Oh, baby, what happened?”
Peter bites his lip and blinks, releasing a few of the tears he wouldn’t let fall in the hospital. “That’s exactly it. I...I found a baby.”
“Oh my god.” She’s across the room and hugging him before he can blink again. She pulls him back toward the bed and hugs him close as he begins trembling.
May hugs him against her cups the back of his head; she looks down at him and murmurs, “Why didn’t you call me? I could’ve helped you, sweetheart.”
“You’ve never had a baby, May.” Peter says between shuddering breaths. “And I was six when you got me.”
“Touché.” May brushes some bunched up hair form his forehead. “But I had cousins growing up. I know how to deal with babies.”
“I just....didn’t think to. I took care of her, though. Took her to an emergency room. I had it handled.”
“Good thinking, kiddo.”
“It was Karen’s idea.”
“Well good on Karen, then.”
Peter nods mutely, staring blankly at the floor.
May wipes the stray tears from his cheeks and just lets them sit in silence for a few minutes, letting Peter get himself together before a yawn shudders through her. They both laugh a bit, and May asks, “Good?”
Peter nods.
“Good.” May carefully detaches herself and picks up his bedside water glass. “I’ll fill this for you, then bed time.” She goes and returns swiftly, kissing him tenderly on the brow while whispering, “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. The hero with a heart of gold.”
Peter’s smile is wobbly, but he forces it up for her.
When she leaves, he lays on top of his covers for a little while, staring at his ceiling. Even with his windows and doors closed and locked tight, Peter can’t seem to shake that buzz in his senses.
It’s a little after 5am when his eyes finally fall closed, though the threat was long gone.
Stories below him and hours before, a hooded figure had slipped off into the night, having been at the right place at the right time for his own gain.
#spiderman fic#spiderman fanfic#peter parker#peter parker fic#peter parker fanfic#mcufanfic#mine#spiderbabyfanfic#may parker
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March 15, 2021: Clash of the Titans (1981) (Part One)
This one’s personal…sort of.
Other than the fact that this is based on Greek mythology (previously well-established as one of my favorite subjects), this movie is, in a way, responsible for my existence. And that is because, according to legend, this is the film that my parents went to on their first date. And apparently, it went very well, because I came into being 10 years afterwards. So, yeah, this film is personal, like Dirty Dancing.
And also like Dirty Dancing, I HAVEN’T SEEN IT? I don’t know HOW I escaped seeing this movie. And that’s especially considering that I’ve seen the new one. And that movie was...not great.
Maybe not the worst film I’ve ever seen, but it’s definitely not a good movie. But OK, what’s this one about, exactly? Y’all ready for “The 365 Greek Mythology Hour” again? OK, then, here we go. SING IT LADIES
Clash of the Titans concerns the myth of Perseus, one of the greatest Greek heroes ever. Before Heracles, there was Perseus, son of Zeus. Yeah, Zeus, as he is wont to do, came down to Earth and had some good time with the princess of Argos, the beautiful Danaë. He came upon her while she was locked in a box by her dad, Acrisus, king of Argos.
Yeah, the Oracle at Delphi, ever the wisest, was visited by Acrisus one day, who wanted a son instead of a daughter. The Oracle spoke with Apollo (AKA huffed some of that SWEET SWEET ETHYLENE GAS), and told him that his daughter’s son would kill him. And so, he did the most logical thing: he locked her in a box. Yup. Dick. SPEAKING of dick, Zeus appeared to her in the open box as a golden shower. NOT THAT KIND OF GOLDEN SHOWER. I mean a literal shower of gold. Although...I wouldn’t put it past Zeus, of all gods. Dude was kinky.
So, Perseus is conceived, and Acrisus responds to this with his usual tact; he stuffs Danaë into a SMALLER box, and shoves it out to sea. She gives birth to a boy in the box, and the two eventually wash up on the shore of an island, where a fisherman finds them and takes them in. The boy is named Perseus.
Years go by, and Perseus’ mom is sought by his adoptive dad’s brother, and the king of the island, Polydectes. Polydectes is kind of a dick, and Perseus, now an adult man, doesn’t like him. The feeling’s mutual, and Polydectes has a plan. He holds a banquet, and forces all invited to bring a gift of horses. Perseus, being pretty poor, cannot bring this gift, but promises on his honor to bring whatever Polydectes wants of him, no matter what. And Polydectes asks for the head of Medusa.
Fuck.
Medusa’s one of your classic Greek monsters, a Gorgon. She’s one of Athena’s victims, formerly a vain temple priestess who was, well...raped by Poseidon, let’s be honest. However, since Athena’s priestesses were meant to be celibate, she was the one who ended up being punished. Fuckin’ YIKES. But OK, literal ancient gender politics aside, Athena cursed her with snakes for hair, and the ability to turn her victims into stone with a gaze into her eyes. Classic. And sure death for anyone who went after her.
So, Perseus is fucked. He’s gotta kill Medusa, and he doesn’t even have a way to get to her place. And that’s when he gets a favor from none other than Athena, goddess of wisdom and wartime strategy, as well as Perseus’ half-sister. I love Athena (other than the Medusa bullshit, obviously), and this is one of her most prominent roles in mythology. Well, that and the creation of spiders. That was also punishing a woman for her vanity, by the way. She has a type.
First, Perseus was told to find the Hesperides, nymphs of the dusk and dawn who would give him weapons. He got their location from the Greae, more colloquially known as the Gray Sisters. Weirdly enough, you may know them from Hercules, where they were combined with the Fates. They don’t have the future gimmick, but they do have that whole “sharing an eye” thing. Also, they share a tooth. Neat.
Anyway, Perseus takes their eye hostage, which makes them tell him where the Hesperides are. He goes to them, and they give him a bag to hold Meduga’s head. Then, the gods step in. Zeus decides to be a good dad for a change, and gives him an indestructible sword, and Hades’ Helmet of Invisibility. Hermes, another of Perseus’ half-brothers, gives him a pair of winged sandals to fly with. And Athena, technically Perseus’ patron, gives him a mirrored shield.
Perseus heads to the cave of Medusa, uses the shield, then goes up to her and cuts off her head. From her neck, for some goddamn reason, and golden sword pops out, alongside this guy.
Yeah, he’s not made out of clouds. He’s actually the, uh...he’s the result of Poseidon’s crime against Medusa. Fucked up, innit? Pegasus flies up to hang out with Bellerophon to kill the Chimera, and Perseus heads back to...actually, he goes to ANOTHER king who was a dick to him, and turns him into stone with Medusa’s head. Kings hate Perseus, seriously.
Perseus heads home after that, and goes through Ethiopia. There, he meets the King and Queen, Cepheus and Cassiopeia. Cassie’s gorgeous, but she tells Perseus that her daughter Andromeda is, like, WAY hotter, as beautiful as the sea goddesses. Which PISSES OFF POSEIDON (who is basically the villain of Perseus’ story, let’s be honest), and he send a sea monster named Cetus to destroy the kingdom, UNLESS they sacrifice Andromeda to it. And, because kings are assholes in this story, they do, chaining Andromeda to a rock. But, because Perseus believes that all women are queens, he goes to rescue her, and kills Cetus using all of his things. He weds Andromeda, and turns his romantic rival Phineus into stone using Medusa’s head.
Usually, that’s where retellings end, because there’s a recurring trend to Perseus’ story after that. A king is an asshole, Perseus whips out the head, asshole becomes statue of an asshole. However, there is that prophecy to contend with, about Perseus killing his grandfather. See, Acrisus basically retired by this point, and lived in the kingdom of Thessaly. But one day, he went to see some games, in which Perseus was competing in the discus. Well, wouldn’t you know it, Perseus isn’t great at it, and loses control of the discus, which hits Acrisus, killing him instantly.
Utimate frisbee, man. It’s dangerous.
There’s another version where Perseus uses Medusa’s head to turn his dad into stone, surprise surfuckingprise there. But yeah, after that the story varies. Sometimes he becomes a king, sometimes he doesn’t. He basically always marries Andromeda and has kids with her. Sometimes he founds a city of his own, sometime he doesn’t. And in one ending, where he’s lived to be an old king, he fulfills his ultimate destiny and turns Medusa’s head on himself. Geez.
So, yeah, there you go. That’s the story of Perseus. Let’s, uh...let’s see what the movie does, huh? This is another Ray Harryhausen joint, so I’m...tentatively excited for it. We’ll see how badly they mess up the myth, and whether or not it works despite that. So, ENOUGH of me lecturing you guys, huh?
SPOILERS AHEAD!!!
Recap (1/2)
We begin approximately where most iterations do: King Acrisius (Donald Houston) has just cast his daughter Danae (Vida Taylor) and grandson Perseus into the ocean, containing them within a wooden chest in order to “forgive his daughter’s crimes”. Yeah, sure, OK, buddy. Whatever helps you sleep at night.
This also pisses off Zeus (Laurence Mother Fucking Olivier), who consorts with the rest of the Olympians on what to do to Acrisus. Said Olympians include Hera (Claire Bloom), goddess of marriage and women; Thetis (Maggie Mother Fucking Smith), goddess of the sea and leader of the Nereids; Athena (Susan Fleetwood), goddess of wisdom and strategic victory; Aphrodite (Ursula Andress), goddess of love; and Poseidon (Jack Gwillim), god of the sea.
Hera tries to defend Acrisus, noting his prior years of devotion to Zeus and the other gods. But Zeus ain’t HAVING that shit, and tells Poseidon to destroy the city of Argos in revenge. This is to be done by...releasing the last of the Titans? Which is apparently the Kraken. I mean...no, a thousand times no, but whatever.
This little tantrum is Zeus’ way of showing his love towards Danae, whose child Perseus is his. This is helpfully pointed out by Thetis, who seems...a little spiteful, as much as Hera is about Perseus. Seems like she’s stoking some fires. Hmm. She is Queen of the Nerieds, so she may play a larger role later on.
Beneath the sea, Poseidon readies himself to set loose the Kraken and destroy Argos, at Zeus’ command. Zeus, meanwhile, kills Acrisus by using a clay voodoo doll of sorts to strike him down. And that’s when Poseidon lets loose the Kraken for the first time. And the Kraken...
Guys, the Kraken looks...actually, I’ll spoil his appearance later on. The Kraken destroys the city, and Zeus kills Acrisius. So much for the goddamn prophecy that explains why Acrisius did what he did, but fuck me, I guess. Danae and Perseus, meanwhile, have safely arrived on the shores of the island of Seriphus, at Zeus’ insistence. There, Perseus grows from child into a fine young man, with Zeus always watching over him...and with Thetis and company always watching over Zeus. Interesting.
The adult Perseus (Harry Hamlin) lives happily on the island, much to Perseus’ delight. Thetis, on the other hand, asks about her mortal son, a young man named Calibos (Neil McCarthy). Apparently, Calibos is a bit of a monster, and while he’d been set to wed the princess Andromeda, he’s also managed to kil all living things on the island that he’s been given, save for a single winged horse named Pegasus. Hence...he is to be punished.
Calibos, by the way? Entirely original creation of the film, and there’s nobody like him in Greek mythology. Anyway, Thetis is crushed by this, and decides to exact revenge of both Perseus and her son’s would-be fiancee, Andromeda. She pledges to open up Perseus’ eyes to grim reality, and does so by placing him in the kingdom of Joppa, where Calibos was originally set to rule alongside Andromeda.
Here, in an amphitheatre, he encounters a mysterious masked and robed figure, who quickly reveals themselves to be Ammon (Burgess Meredith), a poet and playwright. Apparently, Ammon wears his disguise to scare off trespassers. He tells Perseus that all of Joppa is in a tizzy about a curse of some kind, and that the story of the fallen kingdom of Argos is a famous legend.
Ammon tells Perseus to go back home to Seriphus, but Perseus tells Ammon that he’s promised to restore his mother’s old kingdom, and decides that Joppa would be a good start. Despite his drive, though, Zeus is pissed off at Thetis for plopping Perseus down unprepared. He tells the other goddesses to give him gifts to help him claim the kingdom of Joppa as his own. This includes a helmet from Athena, a sword from Aphrodite, and a shield from Hera. I mean...OK, that’s super goddamn weird, but OK.
After Zeus leaves, the goddesses rightfully complain about Zeus’ constant womanizing, but note that he probably doesn’t remember Danae at this point, is is most likely acting out of stubborn pride for his “handsome son”. Their words, not mine.
In Joppa, Perseus finds the gifts by the statues of their grantors. The sword from Aphrodite is adamantine, like the original myth, and slices through marble without a blemish. The shield from Hera...talks. Yeah. The shield bears the visage of Zeus, who tells him that the weapons are gifts from the gods, and that the helmet from Athena turns the wearer invisible. I mean, fuck Hades, I guess, but OK. Technically Athena did give the helmet to Perseus, so OK.
Armed with his new gear, an invisible Perseus immediately takes off to see Joppa, sans his sword. We only see his footsteps in the sand as he leaves, which is legitimately a VERY neat effect, and I’m not sure how they did it, but it’s neat as hell. Off to Joppa, a vaguely Phoenician/Persian kingdom, despite the fact that the original Joppa, or Jaffa, is a port city in Israel.
There, he meets a soldier, Thallo (Tim Pigott-Smith), who tells him of the situation. Since Calibos fell to Zeus’ wrath, Andromeda rejected him, allowing any suitor to try for her hand, whether they be royal or not. To do so, they must answer a riddle. If they fail to answer, the would-be suitor is burned to death. This is lorded over by Queen Cassiopeia (Sian Phillips), while Andromeda (Judi Bowker) lives in the tower of the palace.
Which is why Perseus IMEDIATELY uses the helmet to go into her room that night! CLASSY, PERSEUS. There, he sees...a giant vulture bring a cage to Andromeda’s balcony. No idea where in the fuck this is going, but that’s a damn good looking vulture. God, I love Harryhausen.
Anyway, the vulture is here for Andromeda’s soul, which leaves her body and goes to sit in the cage. The vulture takes off with it, al as the invisible Perseus watches on. He takes this opportunity to touch Andromeda’s face in her sleep (stop, Perseus, for the love of Zeus), then decides that winning Andromeda is his destiny. And so, his simpin’ journey begins.
The next day, Perseus asks Ammon how they can follow the vulture, who has apparently headed to the marshes to the “marsh lord”. To follow the vulture, Ammon suggests that they find and capture the last of the winged horses, known as Pegasus. And we’ve officially lost the track of Greek mythology at this point. Shit.
Well, with Ammon’s help, Perseus captures Pegasus and rides him through the skies. Meanwhile, in Corinth, some dude named Bellerophon is just having a stroke, I guess, because he’s totally fucked now. Whatever. The next day, the vulture comes back to Andromeda’s place and takes her soul to the marsh. But this time, Perseus and Pegasus follow them.
In the marsh, the marsh-lord and riddle-maker is revealed as Calibos, who is still in love with the beautiful Andromeda. As she cannot love him, he provides to her another riddle to give her would-be suitors. In tears, she memorizes the riddle and its answer, Calibos touches her uncomfortably, even as Andromeda asks him to lift his curse and show pity. But he refuses, in pain from his love. Jesus, this movie should be called Clash of the Simps, goddamn.
Perseus was watching the whole thing, though, which Calibos immediately figures out when he sees Perseus’ footsteps in the dirt. As Perseus goes through the swamp looking for Pegasus, he’s found and attacked by Calibos. Calibos, by the way, is a guy in pretty solid makeup in close-up shots, and a Harryhausen model in far-away shots.
The two struggle, the helmet is lost in the swamp, and Perseus draws his sword. But we suddenly cut away to see the daily ritual of the presentation for Andromeda’s would-be suitors. Perseus steps in, having survived the attack from last night, and offers his hand to Andromeda, who recognizes Perseus from a dream. She gives the riddle, which is ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT. Here, I’ll prove it.
In my mind’s eye, I see three circles joined in priceless harmony. Two, full as the moon; one, hollow as a crown. Two from the sea, five fathoms down. One from the Earth, deep under the ground. What is it?
Any guesses? Anybody?
NO MATTER WHAT YOU FAIL. Because the answer is Calibos’ ring! HOW IN THE SHIT WOULD ANYBODY HAVE GUESSED THAT? It’s a golden ring with two pearls on it! WHO KNOWS THAT SHIT? I call complete bullshit, and the only reason that Perseus knows it is because he spied on this last night! Also, because he cut off Calibos’ hand, and made him renounce his curse, which is...never really specified, now that I think about it.
With that, Perseus has both Andromeda’s and Calibos’ hands! HA! Calibos is not as amused, as he preys to his other Thetis, at a temple of hers. He demands that Thetis take revenge on those whom Perseus loves, specifically Andromeda and the city of Joppa itself. He demands justice, but Thetis identifies this correctly as revenge. All the while, Perseus declares his love for Andromeda, and they seal their union with a kiss and ritual.
During this ritual, in which Andromeda and Perseus are essentially married, Queen Cassiopeia, LIKE A DUMBASS, says that Andromeda is more beautiful than the goddess Thetis herself. Yeah. BAD FUCKING MOVE, especially because she said that IN FRONT OF THETIS’ FUCKING SANCTUARY. At least that dumbass move was kept from the original story.
Well, Thetis tells Cassie that she can only atone for her stupidity in one way: sacrifice your daughter to the Kraken in 30 days. Later on, Perseus speaks with Ammon to figure out how they can defeat the Kraken. Ammon suggests speaking with the “Stygian Witches”, who I’m assuming are our Grey Sisters for the night. However, according to Thallo, they have a taste for human flesh. Still, Perseus is going, as are Ammon, Thallo, and Andromeda. But not Pegasus.
Well...shit, man. That changes a few things, huh? But that’ll be addressed...IN PART TWO! See you there!
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Certain Aspects | Bucky Barnes{
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x black!reader
Word Count: 4,837
Warnings: smut!
A/N: It’s still spooky szn ‘round these parts. Here is my joint submission for @sourpatchkidsandacokecan all things fall challenge and @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan multi fandom challenge! My prompt for All Things Fall is “you’re too old to go trick or treating” and Neighbors to Lovers for the Multi Fandom Challenge. Hope you enjoyyyyyy :)
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“Girl, he is too fine.”
You chuckle and roll your eyes as your sister bites her bottom lip while staring at your new next door neighbor. You lift your beer to your lips as the two of you sway slowly back and forth on your porch swing, your eyes closing lightly as you swallow the golden liquid.
A warm breeze whips down the street, the leaves on the trees swaying and adding a natural soundtrack to the evening as the sun sets. You cross your legs at the ankle as a smirk spreads on your face when you hear your sister moan again.
“Oh my God, will you stop?” You nudge her with your elbow, rocking her to her right slightly.
She puckers her lips as she shakes her head slowly, “And he’s a good dad too? You need to snap his ass up real quick.”
You cut your eyes toward your dark, long haired neighbor. He’s new to the neighborhood, only having been next door to you for about a month. You’ve gathered that he’s divorced, only seeing the dirty blonde haired little girl every other week and alternating Wednesday nights.
His laugh wafts toward you and you sit up a little straighter. He is cute, you’ll give your sister that. His hair is piled high on his head in a messy bun, loose, wavy tendrils falling around his face. He throws a fake spider toward the little girl as they decorate, her scream bouncing off of the houses, bringing a smile to your face. He shushes her and scoops her up in his arms before twirling her around, more laughter filling the air.
Ok, so you’ll give your sister that too. He is a good dad.
“I betchu he’s got good dick.”
You snap your head toward her, your mouth falling open, “Can you stop it! Damn, his kid is right there.”
“So? She can’t hear me. Come on, he is a prime piece of real estate! You should go talk to him!”
You shake your head, sipping on your beer again, “Not going to happen Tanisha.”
She turns toward you, her lips pursed, her eyebrows turning in on each other as she rests her balled fist on her hip, “Why the hell not?”
“Because,” You shrug, “I’m not going to just jump him because he’s hot and looks like a good dad. He could be a serial killer for all we know.”
“Right,” She draws out, rolling her eyes, “Next excuse?”
“He’s brand new to the neighborhood. I don’t want him thinking he moved in next to a stalker.”
“Next!”
You tap your fingernail against the glass bottle in your hands, “Umm, he’s white?”
You smile widely as your sister throws her head back to laugh, “You’re stupid! You’ve had white boyfriends!”
“Not since college.” You say, letting out a deep breath.
“No better reason to try again.” She loops her arm around your shoulder, her face softening as she smiles at you, “Seriously. You and Dante have been divorced for two years. Jourdan’s in college… it’s time for you to get out there.”
“I’m forty,” You laugh.
“That’s the new twenty!”
You let out another sigh, raising the bottle to your lips, “Listen, after eighteen years of marriage, I deserve a few years to myself. I just got Jourdan out of the house.”
Tanisha nods quickly, “I completely understand and you do deserve it, but you also deserve some of that hot, daddy dick next door! I’m not saying you have to marry his ass!”
You close your eyes and shake your head slowly, “I’m telling mom. You are getting out of control, ma’am.”
“Shit,” She smiles, bumping her shoulder into yours, “Let mama get a look at him, she’d jump him herself.”
Your eyes widen as surprise and shock fill your face, “Wow, Tanisha.”
She shrugs defiantly as she turns her head back toward your neighbor. You watch as well as they wrap the large oak tree with fake spiderwebs and carefully place their carved pumpkins on the steps of the porch. The small human starts to yawn, rubbing her eyes with her little fist and he scoops her into his arms again, planting kisses all over her face. He takes the stairs to his porch toward the front door and casually glances over at the two of you - catching you both red handed.
“Shit,” You mumble, dropping your eyes and tucking some hair behind your ear.
You cut your eyes back toward him after a few seconds. He smiles gently at the two of you, raising his hand toward you. You both return the gesture, your wayward sister wiggling her fingers at him, and you plastering a nervous smile on your face. He disappears seconds later, the slamming of his screen door floating toward you.
“Damn it, Tanisha!” You say, punching her shoulder.
She laughs again, clapping her hands, “What? I think that was a great first meeting.”
You stand and slip your feet back into your flip flops and pass in front of her, throwing open your screen door.
“What?” You hear her call behind you as you pass through the threshold of your home, ignoring her completely, “It’s not my fault, I wasn’t forcing you to stare at him… did you peep that ass though?”
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Your doorbell rings for what seems like the hundredth time that night. You jog through the kitchen, grabbing the bowl of candy and your cat ears as you rush toward the door.
“Trick of treat!”
You smile widely at the gaggle of children on your porch holding open their bags of candy. You wave quickly to the parents by the mailbox before bending over to toss random bits of candy into their bags. Moana, Buzz Lightyear, Elsa, Batman, and Maleficent all sing their thank yous before scurrying away back to their parents. You watch as the run off, smiling and waving again as another group approaches.
“Oh my gosh, you guys are so cute!” You coo as you throw Reese's Peanut Butter Cups and bags of skittles into their bags, “Be careful, okay? Happy Halloween.”
You glance up as they run off, your breath hitching in your throat as you meet a pair of blue eyes. Hunky neighbor. He blinks at you slowly, another one of his smiles spreading across his face as he raises his hand toward you. You blink back, your eyes dipping down his lean body, taking in the sight of him in his leather jacket tossed over a polka dotted black button up and tight black jeans.
“Umph,” You let out inwardly as your mind starts to run wild.
His hair is pulled back again, but this time in a ponytail. His free hand is shoved in his back pocket as his face twists in a mild confusion. You jump slightly, snapping back into reality and cover your face with your hand as you realize you’ve been standing like an idiot gawking at him. You plaster a smile on your face and wave back awkwardly as his daughter runs up to him, wrapping her arms around his thick thighs - damn it!
You snap your eyes back up toward the group of adults huddled at the bottom of your driveway. A leggy blonde, dressed as a nurse, slides her arm around his shoulder and rubs his back gently as they both smile down on their children. Embarrassment flushes through you and you roll your eyes inwardly before shutting the door as the group moves to the next house.
Goddamn Tanisha.
The night progresses quickly. Hours have passed, your candy bowl is empty, the wave of children and teenagers has slowed to a stop, and you’re currently cuddled on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and shoving popcorn in your mouth as Michael Myers slashes his way through his victims. You check your phone as a picture of your baby sister and her friends at a Halloween party slides through. You smile and are tapping out your response when suddenly the lights and television snap off.
You glance toward the ceiling, waiting for the lights to click back on. The low buzz of the power trying to reconnect sounds through the house seconds later. The TV and lights flicker, but then die away again. On any other night, you’d be perturbed but since it is Halloween, it’s fitting. You push away from the couch and move toward your hallway closet, collecting a handful of candles and disperse them throughout the kitchen and living room. Once they are lit, you grab your iPad, log into Netflix and continue your slasher movie binge.
A knock sounds from the front door an hour or two later. You snap your head toward it, glancing down at your phone to check the time. 12:02am flashes back at you. It’s too late for trick or treat-ers, and your sister is three sheets to the wind two cities over. You glance slowly back down on the paused screen of your iPad, Michael Myers’ bloody knife on full display. A quick thought flashes through your head of a six foot, masked man standing at your door.
You roll eyes and throw the blanket away from your body. You really do need to get out more. You jog toward the door, cracking it open just a sliver to reveal the smiling face of hunky neighbor. Oh shit. You gulp as your eyes go wide, but you pull the door open and push the screen door out.
“Trick or treat.”
You squint coyly, cocking your head “You’re too old to go trick or treating.” You smile, trying not to sound nervous as the earlier events of the evening reply in your mind.
He throws his hands up, “You caught me,” He smiles widely, his eyes crinkling at the sides as he scrunches his nose.
You could melt. He is too cute for his own good.
“Sorry, I know it’s late,” He starts, shoving his hands back in his pockets, “I just um, I just wanted to check on you since the power’s been off for a few hours. I haven’t seen… I don’t see… I think you live alone? Not that I’m watching you or anything, I just, you know, I - “ He laughs nervously, rubbing his forehead and then pinching the bridge of his nose, “Sorry. I just wanted to check on you, and see if you need anything. I’m not a creep, I promise.”
You laugh with him, feeling as though the awkward scales have evened out nicely between the two of you as he stumbles over his words, “That’s really sweet, thank you. I’m fine, really. It’s um, it’s Bucky, right? I think I heard one of your friends screaming at you from their car one night.”
“Oh god,” He chuckles, covering his face, “Sorry, that’s my buddy Sam. He’s unreasonably obnoxious and enjoys being the loudest person in the room.”
You nod, “Oh I get it, that sounds exactly like my sister. You are not alone, sir.”
The two of you share a laugh before it dies away naturally and you’re left looking at him and him looking at you. You smile nervously under his piercing blue eyes, glancing down at your sock covered feet before smoothing your hand over the top of your head. You glance back up at him, finding his eyes still on you as another soft smile spreads on his lips.
I’m not saying you have to marry his ass!
Your sister’s words float through your head as you smile stupidly back at the incredibly handsome Bucky. Suddenly, everything Tanisha has ever said to you makes a whole lot of sense.
You point behind you toward your kitchen, “I’m sure they’re warm by now, but I have beer and a dump cake if you’re interested. You know, as a thank you for coming over to check on me.”
His smile widens, “That sounds great, thanks.”
You take a breath and tread through the house, glancing over your shoulder quickly as he follows you. You point toward one of the bar stools at the counter and move to the fridge, plucking out two Modelo’s and sliding one toward him. You can feel his eyes on you as you move around the kitchen, grabbing plates and forks before sliding the glass pan holding your famous dump cake toward you.
“Thank you,” He smiles as you pass him a small plate.
You watch him through your eyelashes as he takes a bite and closes his eyes, moaning as he chews, “Mmmm. This is so good,” he says after a minute.
Pride flashes through you as you dig into your own plate, “Thanks. It’s one of my specialties.”
“It’s amazing. It’s been a while since I’ve had homemade dessert, my ex wife wasn’t much of a cook.”
“ Well, it’s not for everybody,” you chuckle as you take a bite, “Do you cook?” you ask quietly, trying to make conversation.
“I do now. I think I bought every cookbook I could find when we separated, especially since I’ve get Kimmie half the time now.”
“She was so cute tonight.” You gush, holding your hand to your chest.
“Thanks,” He nods, “I was surprised my ex let me have her tonight. That was a fight I was not prepared for.”
“Ah, not on good terms, huh?”
“Not in the slightest, no.” He chuckles.
“I know the feeling. My son was sixteen when my ex-husband and I split and my ex did everything in his power to make it as difficult as possible. We still don’t speak much.”
Bucky mouth falls open as he widens his eyes at you, “You have a sixteen year old?”
“I have an eighteen year old now.” You laugh.
“Holy shit,” He laughs, “You don’t look old enough to have an eighteen year old.”
You throw your hands up as you chew, “I started young. I wouldn’t recommend it, but I’m kinda glad I got it over with. I’m young enough to start over, but old enough to know better.”
“Let me tell ya. I was thirty five when Kimmie was born, and four years later, I’m still scared shitless. There is no way I could have handled a kid in my twenties.”
“Well, that comes with the territory. You’re never going to not be scared shitless.” You push your fork around your plate, averting your eyes from his, “I’ve seen you with her, you’re doing a great job. Don’t worry.”
You lift your eyes to catch the smile that crosses his face. His eyes linger on you, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering so quickly that it makes it hard for you to finish your cake.
“Thanks,” He says softly, dropping his eyes seconds later to grab his beer.
It grows silent between the two of you, your forks scraping along the glass of your plates filling the space as random crackles of the candles butt in as well. You sip on your beer before sitting it back down, spinning it in slow circles.
“So um,” Bucky says after a few moments, “Does dating get easier after a divorce?” You groan inwardly and he laughs, “I’ll take that as a no.”
“I’m not the one to ask,” You chuckle.
“Why’s that?” His voice drops to a soft tone, his head tilting slightly as he watches you. You shift in your seat and send your eyes back down to your plate as your face heats up , “Sorry,” He says after sensing your reluctance, “I am a complete stranger and that was totally invasive.”
“No, no, no,” You shake your head as you hold out your hand, “It’s not, sorry. I just, I dunno. I was married for so long, I just want a little time to myself, you know?”
He nods slowly, “I get that. But, you don’t miss certain… aspects of being in a relationship?”
You snap your eyes toward him as your lips part at his suggestion. He blinks at you as his lips curl up at the corners. His eyes dip from yours down to your lips, his tongue darting out to sweep along his before he reconnects his vision with yours. You take a breath.
Hunky neighbor.
You stand, not able to take the closeness of the two of you any longer, and move to the sink to dispose of your barely touched cake, “I mean, naturally,” you finally answer, “But it looks like you’re getting certain aspects already.”
He squints as he flashes a baffled smile, “What is that supposed to mean, neighbor?” He asks, batting his eyes playfully.
You laugh loudly, “Oh please! I saw nursey nurse nurse out there.”
“Oh no. No, no, no,” he starts, throwing his hands up, “That’s not that.”
“Uh huh,” You nod quickly, pursing your lips.
“I’m serious!” He stands and grabs his plate before moving around the bar to stand next to you at the sink, “That’s nothing. Sam set us up a few weeks ago, but it’s not going anywhere.”
“Oh yeah, neighbor?” You ask, mocking his previous playful tone, “And why is that? Since you wanna be all up in my shit.”
He shrugs, “She’s not my type.” He states matter of factly.
You laugh again, clicking your tongue as you roll your eyes, “What’s your type then?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest as you beam up at him, “Hmmm? Neighbor?”
He flips off the faucet and grabs for the hand towel hanging from the handle of the dishwasher. He dries his hands quickly before tossing it to the counter and turns toward you, resting his hip on the edge of the sink, “Girls who pretend that they aren’t staring at me every time their sister comes over, which is a lot.”
Your mouth drops open.
“Girls who haven’t dated white boys since college.”
Your hands fly to your face as you gasp, “Oh my god! You heard that?” you squeal in embarrassment.
He pries at your fingers as he chuckles before pulling you flush against his broad, hard chest, “I thought it was funny.”
You swallow hard before peeking up at him to find his soft eyes back on yours again. His eyes bounce wildly between yours before lowering to your lips. Your lips part as you stare at him, your heart racing a million miles a minute as your breath starts to quicken. He tilts his head as he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, his eyes wandering around your face.
Even in the current circumstances - your body pressed against his, those big blues all over you - you’re completely taken aback when he kisses you. You inhale deeply as his lips pull at yours. Your eyes flutter shut as he deepens the kiss with his tongue, sweeping it over your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth. You flatten your hands on his chest, letting them linger before you push them along his shoulders and down his biceps.
He pulls away after a moment, a light smack sounding as your lips separate. You keep your eyes closed, not wanting to open them for fear that this is all a dream. He lifts you from your feet and sits you on the counter. You feel his warm hands cup your face, his thumbs rubbing soft circles against your cheeks.
“Open your eyes, doll.” He whispers.
You obey immediately. You slide your eyes open slowly to find that this is in fact, not a dream. He’s here, in front of you, and capturing your lips with his again. You moan into his mouth as you slide your hands over his shoulders.
Bucky pulls your hips toward his and lets his large hand linger on your hip. He pushes his fingers into your shirt, skipping them along your warm skin until he palms your left breast. You inhale sharply as electricity shoots through your body.
You thought this would be hard for you and maybe - secretly - this is why you’ve waited as long as you have. The fear of being with someone new. But, as Bucky’s hands push along your skin, so nimble and soft, as his lips and tongue massage yours with command and purpose, you realize just how much you’ve missed this. It’s been too long since you’ve been excited, achy, almost desperate for someone to just touch you.
You’ll deal with your conscience in the morning.
You let Bucky push his eager hand underneath the band of your black yoga pants. You ball his t shirt into your hand as his fingers graze over your slick, sticky lips. He rests his forehead against yours - a smile curling on his lips. He takes a step back as his hand reappears from inside your pants. He grabs at the hips of the stretchy material and slowly peels them away from you, lifting each leg gently to free them.
He tosses your pants to the floor and sinks to his knees in front of you as he brings your right ankle to his mouth. He plants a warm, gentle kiss just on the inside of your foot, tossing his eyes toward yours quickly before returning them to your long legs. You bite your bottom lip as he kisses his way toward your thighs, giving each ankle, calf, and knee ample attention as his fingers skirt toward your soaked, thin panties.
He pulls you sheer thong away from you with ease. You shiver when the air caresses the heat between your legs. He stands as he slips his fingers between your lips, groaning again as your wet warmth envelopes his digits.
You push your hips into his hand as he strokes your clit, slipping it between his fingers to brush along the length before rubbing circles against it. Curse words fall from your lips as you roll your hips into his devilish fingers - random synapses firing rapidly inside your overdue body.
You’re tired of waiting. You lean up as he teases your pussy and pull his chest closer to yours. You kiss him hard and moan into his mouth before you pull away. Your tongue darts out from behind your lips to lick from his chin to the tip of his nose.
His eyes glint in the moonlight with delight.
You stare back at him with confidence as the candle light dances across your figures. You reach for his belt, unbuckling it slowly, pulling it from around his waist, only to discard it with a loud thud against the hardwood floor. You pop the button of his jeans and slip the zipper down the track before dipping your hands into the denim. You keep your eyes on his as the tips of your fingers brush along his hard cock.
Ooh, hunky neighbor.
You pull him free with no hesitation and slide your hands along him, smiling to yourself as his eyes flutter. You wrap your legs around his waist again to scoot toward the edge of the counter and to push him closer. You guide him toward your entrance, teasing him slightly as you rub his dick against your clit and through your folds. You press the tip of his cock at your entrance and grip his forearms - wanting him to do the rest.
He pushes slowly, both his eyes and yours cast toward your connection as he disappears into you. You ball the soft cotton fabric of his shirt in your hands as your body spreads and close your eyes as you relish in the fullness. He presses his chest to yours and holds you to him as he starts to withdraw, expletives falling from his mouth when he pushes in again - even deeper.
Within minutes his pace has quickened. One of his long arms is hung around your waist, his fingers digging into your flesh as the other holds his weight against the counter. He’s still trying to be gentle, knowing it’s been a while for you, but his hips are almost feverish. Pushing and pulling, with a slight hitch every now and again as shudders ripple down his spine.
Your moans echo throughout the kitchen as they bounce off the walls. You let your head lull as your body lunges with each one of his deep thrusts. You clench your muscles to make your pussy constrict around him to add to the sweet pressure. Your skin is on fire, your head swimming, as the dull ache in the pit of your stomach grows with each push of his hips.
He reintroduces the pads of his fingers to your clit as he straightens up, pulling his chest from yours. They’re quick and fluid, rubbing fast circles before slipping along the length of your clit. His eyes dart between yours and his hand before he dips in to capture your lips with his own.
“Come on baby girl,” he coos, egging you on, “I know it’s been so long, baby.”
He wants you to cum. Begs you to, almost. It’s been so long that you’ve actually been treated like a living, breathing woman - and not just somebody’s fuck toy - that his words do you in. He drives you to the absolute edge of your orgasm, and you let him push you right over.
You don’t even recognize the sound that scrapes at the back of your throat as your walls constrict around him. The ripples of your orgasm splash over you in waves, soft at first as you start to tremble. The waves crash harder and harder throughout your body as he punishes your cunt with his hips, drawing the orgasm out of the depths of you. You tense hard, digging your nails into his skin, gritting your teeth as you mewl as the most intense part of the eruption powers through you.
A warmth spreads through you as you continue to cum, Bucky’s grunting growing loud and deep as he spills into you. Your muscles flex as Bucky falls on top of you, nuzzling his face into your neck, his hot breath sticking to your skin. You tighten your legs around his waist as your head and body start to come down from the high he’s provided. A lazy smile forms on your lips as the urge to giggle fills your chest.
You can’t stop it as the light laughter rolls through you. You feel Bucky chuckle against you, his cool lips brushing against your hot skin, “Sorry,” you say through your laughter
He laughs again, this time fuller, the sound calling to the butterflies in your stomach again. He leans back - just to look at you. His eyes wander around your face like he’s trying to etch it into his brain forever.
You enjoy having his eyes on you. You enjoy his full attention.
The two of you stare at each other for a while, his fingers tracing yours slowly. The low buzz of electricity sounds through the house suddenly, and within seconds, the two of you are doused in artificial light. The TV pops on in the living room, the microwave and oven beeping as they both reset. The peace of the moment slips away.
“Bummer.” He whispers, kissing the tip of your nose.
Bucky takes a breath. He closes his eyes as he brings your fingers to his lips to inhale your scent before splattering kisses along them. The two of you separate, physically and emotionally, and dress in silence.
Once you’re clothed, you both move toward the front door and out onto the porch. You walk side by side through your yard as the moon lights the way. Light fills Bucky’s house as the two of you set onto his porch. You smile softly, dropping your eyes as he turns toward you.
“I really did come over to just check on you,” he chuckles, running his hand over the top of his head, “I don’t want you to think - “
“I don’t,” You cut him off, “Thank you for checking on me.” You wink at him, causing him to laugh again, “I’ll see you around, neighbor?”
He nods slowly, “You know where to find me.”
You shoot him a finger gun as you step down off of his porch, “You’ll be the first person I call the next time the power goes out.”
He wiggles his fingers at you as you retreat back to your own house, his eyes on you the entire way. You peek at him out of the corner of your eye as you reach your front door, flashing another smile toward him before stepping inside.
You have the best night’s sleep that you can remember.
You’re up with the sun. You head out the front door toward your car and squint as you find a folded piece of paper stuck in the frame of the drivers side window. You pluck it from its place and smile widely as your eyes scan over the handwritten note.
Not sure what time you get off work… but I think my power will be out around 7… after I make you dinner, that is ;) - B
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Hey love your stuff! I was wondering if you could do a Tom Holland imagine - idk like angst they have an argument over something maybe like they have a new baby and he not helping enough instead maybe going out. though it’s sad there is a happy ending like fluff. Thanks 😊 P.S your imagines really good, talent is amazing!
I’m tired.
TOM HOLLAND X READER
Tom’s not there for you and your new born son. You’re tired of being on your own most of the time.
(Kinda sad at the beginning, but definitely a happy ending!)
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You were asleep on the couch with William, the 3-month old son of you and Tom in your arms, waiting for Tom to have dinner with you two after his meeting with the directors for his next Spider-man movie. You woke up when your son jolted, crying.
“Hey, hey, baby. Mommy’s here.” You rocked him back and forth to comfort him.
“Oh god, it’s 8 already. Poor Will must be hungry, right?” You talked to William with your baby voice, giving him a nose boop and he stopped crying slightly.
You stood from the couch and made a small groan once you felt the pain from you back and mostly from your shoulder. It must be because of how long you’ve held William in your arms. You’ve got the pain for weeks, considering that you’re the only one who’s held William here and there and got all the chores done.
You barely remembered when you fell asleep, all you knew was that you were watching Spider-Man: Homecoming with William. You play films of Tom whenever Tom’s out. You wanted to show him how great his dad is and be more familiar with Tom as he’s not always here. Playing the movies and listening to Tom’s voice from them make you feel he is here for you and let you feel less lonely.
You were getting ready to breastfeed William when you heard the sound of key clinging right outside the door, so you walked there instead.
“Daddy’s home!” You talked to William in your baby voice again and Willie giggled.
“Y/n, Will.” Tom entered the house and greeted you with kisses on your foreheads.
“I miss you so much, babe. You have no idea how tired I was. Could you hold Will when I go preparing to feed him? And then we can have dinner, I’ve got your favorite for tonight!” You said with a wide smile as you handed Willie to Tom and he took him hesitantly.
“Uh, love.” He said which made you stop you way to the island of the kitchen and turned around.
“I gotta go. I just come back to get my clothes changed as I sweat a lot from the fitting and I’m gonna have dinner with the cast. There’s something minor about the script that Jon wants us to talk about…"Tom said with an apologetic look.
You didn’t really know what to say, all you could do was just standing there and froze. You got everything planned for the night to be honest, you prepared sushi and other foods that Tom likes. You even took William’s nap time to bake some cookies, thinking that would lighten up Tom’s busy day. You’re thinking to have a chill night cuddling with Tom and William in his arms on the couch, watching whatever shows that are on the TV. But this plan was just like any other plans that you’ve made nights before, got cancelled with whatever plans that Tom got in advanced.
“Can’t it be discussed tomorrow?” You tried your best not to sound harsh, but you’re tired, really tired. You’re happy to see Tom being busy cause that means he’s one step closer to what he always wants, becoming an influential star. But meanwhile, you’re tired of waiting for Tom to be back till midnight, taking care of William on your own. You didn’t really have the chance to tell Tom about the pain on your back and shoulders. You literally didn’t know how long you could stand with the pain, physically and mentally. You just wanted him to be with you and William more.
“I don’t think so… I got meeting for my next project tomorrow, remember?” Tom said with much more sadness in his voice as he patted William’s back.
All you could do was nodding your head. You stared at the floor, figuring out what to say next. Suddenly, William burst out crying, just like he could tell Tom was leaving. Tom was startled to William’s sudden crying and rocked him back and forth, trying to comfort him.
“You better hurry up then.” You took William from Tom and kept your eyes on your poor little son, just because you wanted to hide those tears from Tom. You knew he’s feeling guilty and making him feel more guilty was the last thing you wanted to do.
“Love…”
“Just go and get changed. We’ll be fine.” You forced a smile to him.
“Say goodbye to daddy!” You waved William’s little chubby arm at Tom and he sighed.
“If you’re tired, don’t stay up to wait for me. I love you, y/n.” He pecked you on your lips and so did you.
“I love you, Tom. I’ll be waiting for you, as always.”
You breastfed Will as Tom headed upstairs to get changed. When he left, you didn’t bother to say goodbye to him as you knew you would break down crying, which was what you’re doing. You tried so hard not to let the tears drop down on Will’s cheeks. You’re always positive but not now anymore. Why couldn’t you just be a supportive wife for Tom and take good care of William when he’s working so hard for your little family?
When William finished his meal, it’s time for yours. You walked to the kitchen still having William in your arm, took out the sushi and cookies you’ve prepared. However, you didn’t feel like eating them anymore. You ditched them all in the trash can, tears brimming in your eyes. They’re supposed to be the dinner for you and Tom, but now you just didn’t wanna eat anything.
After putting William to sleep, you laid yourself down on the couch with the baby monitor in your hand. It’s just half past nine, which meant Tom’s not gonna be here any sooner. A familiar key clinging sound surprised you, you wanna stand up right away but your back was killing you, you could only sit and stand up slowly.
“Tom? Aren’t you supposed to be in the dinner meeting?”
Not till Tom could answer you, there’s a crying sound coming from the baby monitor.
“I’ll go get it, you stay here and rest, love.” Tom said and he headed upstairs to take care of William.
You looked at his back and got tears rolling down on your face. They’re happy tears this time. This was the life that you’ve waited for weeks, Tom was here to help you look after William while you could take a rest on the couch.
Tom got William with him when he was back downstairs. He held the dirty diaper in his free hand and threw it in the garbage can in the kitchen, where you’ve just got rid of the food that you’re prepared.
“Tom?” Tom sat down on the couch with you and you wanted to take William from Tom. However, you couldn’t help but frowned a bit when stretched out you arms. Tom noticed it and he shook his head.
“Once I left the house and got in the taxi, all I can think about is your sad face. You’ve tried so hard to hide your emotions from me and I’m so stupid to not notice it earlier.”
“You must be so disappointed in me. I’m always out and not helping enough…” Tom stared right at you eyes and both of you got tears brimming in your eyes.
“I’m not disappointed, Tom. I’m proud of you. You’re so talented, you’ve worked so hard and I’ve never blamed you. I just maybe, sometime, wish that you could squeeze more time for William, for me. I’m tired, tired of being all alone. I wanna have a life with you. Right now, seeing you holding William completes my life.” You felt much relieved once you told Tom what has bothered you for weeks.
“I know. I’m sorry, love. I promise, you and William will always be my 1st priority. Whenever you got plans for a chill night, you tell me and don’t you dare throwing away sushi and cookies that you made again. Will and I are the ones who are supposed to eat it. Oh, not you, little buddy, you gotta wait till you grow up. You could only got the milk from mommy now, which must be so nice.” You chuckled and smacked slightly on the biceps that he’s built up for Spider-man. Both of you helped each other wipe away the tears on your cheeks.
“You haven’t had dinner, right?” You said as you stood up from the couch, but then you realized it’s a huge mistake.
“Love, I’ve got your back! Ah hahaha, I literally mean it! I know you’re having trouble with your back and shoulders from holding Will for a long time. I did research on my way back. By research, I mean asking Mum.” He gently pulled you down on the couch and continued,
“I got some painkillers for you and you’re gonna take a day off from being a mum tomorrow. I’m gonna do everything, making meals, baking cookies, and all the chores. Well, there’s a thing that only you could do.”
“I know,” you knew what he meant of course,
“But how about your meeting tomorrow?”
“My wife is sick so I’m sick. Homesick.” He pouted like a kid, literally a grownup version of William.
“Idiot!” You said and wrapped your arms around Tom’s waist, giving William a peck on his cute, chubby cheek.
“Your idiot.”
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Peter Parker x Reader
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Warnings: Smut, of course
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More dom reader and subby pete pls!!! maybe something like a badass shield agent reader? and peter having a crush on her and there goes the smut? hope u like this idea, take ur time!!
I've been holding onto this for a couple of days now. I'm quite proud of how it turned out, I had to stop for air quite a few times as I wrote it so beware. This is my Christmas gift to you, consider me your Naughty Pagan Santa🔥
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"P-please" Peter's desperate plea broke the silence. His voice was hoarse, wrecked, no louder than a whisper and at first you weren't even sure he had spoken, but then he begged again, "Please, please!"
You were torturing him, breaking him, shattering him to dust and then putting him back together again, building him anew to your liking, and he wasn't sure how much more he would be able to take without losing his mind. He felt your smile against his hip bone and dared looking down, teary red rimmed eyes meeting yours, ablazed and alluring, every bit as beautiful as the first time he had seen them. He had lost himself in those eyes more times than he could count, and yet he could map them to micrometric precision, dozens of pictures on his phone dedicated solely to them, to their idiosyncrasies and nuances under different lighting.
He never thought he could have this, never thought he could have you: Y/n from biology. Agent 16, S.H.I.E.L.D. level 7. "I guess it's something we have in common," You had said, "we are both liars." Peter had wanted to argue that it wasn't the same thing, but it was hard to complain as you drove away from the angry mob of Mysterio stans you had saved him from. You had been fast, efficient, one quick drive to Manhattan, to the helipad of the ex-Avenger's tower (now property of S.H.I.E.L.D.) and before the day was over, you both were out of the city, out of the country, on that desert island just the two of you.
The feeling of your tongue, hot and wet on the v of his hips pulled him back into the present. You sucked a little pineapple cube, cold against his fevered skin, into your mouth, before chasing down the drop of juice the fruit had left behind with your tongue. Peter dug his fingers on the white, soft sand, searching in vain for purchase. He squirmed, a steady stream of 'pleasepleaseplease' falling from his lips, as you ate a piece of cantaloupe off his abs.
You were using his body as a plate, eating fresh fruit off it, a new torment to add to the long list of wicked, delicious ways you had been playing with him all afternoon. You had been pleasuring him for a couple of hours now, and he was delirious with it, overstimulated. He felt immaterial, disembodied, undone. He was soft clay under your hands, under your mouth, under your tongue. Your touch was the only thing shaping his reality, shaping him. So what if the whole world knew Peter Parker was Spider-Man? He wasn't either of them anymore. Here on this island, laying under you, he wasn't the next Tony Stark or the last Avenger; he was just 'baby boy', and 'tiger' and whatever else you choose to call him.
He was free.
He didn't have to save any body, because you had saved him, didn't have to decide anything cause you gave the orders. You could take care of him, all he had to do was surrender to you.
You crawled up his body, tiny slice of watermelon between your lips, and Peter immediately parted his, to let you glide it into his mouth. It tasted faintly of your strawberry lip balm, making his head dizzy with longing.
"Please" he croaked again, after swallowing the sweet, juicy fruit.
"What do you need baby boy?" You breathed, hot against his ear.
"To kiss you" he panted, "please, let me kiss you"
You complied, and he finally got to taste your soft, warm mouth. Strawberry lipstick and cherries and himself and he loved it, loved that sharp bitter tang on your palate. His fingers buried themselves in your hair, pulling you closer to taste it better. Only when you pulled away, giggling a little maliciously, did he realize his mistake.
"Bad, bad boy" You leaned back, disentangling from his fingers, sitting up and away from him.
He paled,
"No, please, I'll do anything" He moved to get up too, but caught himself at the last second, your disapproving glare all that was needed to halt his movements. You smiled to yourself, he truly was insatiable. After coming so many times that afternoon, he still looked heartbroken at the prospect of this little game of yours ending. With his big brown eyes full of tears and bottom lip wobbling slightly, he was just too God damn adorable, and you… well, unlike him you were only human.
But he still needed to be punished.
"You like what we do, baby boy?" You inquired, sitting back down, straddling him, pressing yourself against him, only the thin fabric of your bikini bottoms separating your core from his gorgeous, naked cock. "You like the way we play?"
He nodded frantically as you started to rock on top of him, tearing a moan from his lips.
"Do you like the things I do to you?"
"Yes, ma'am" he groaned. You ranked your fingernails down his chest, down his stomach.
"Do you like it when I touch you?"
"Yes! Oh god…"
You reached back, untying the scarf you had turned into a bandeau. Peters hands twitched, but he kept them by his sides.
"Do you like looking at me?"
"God, yes!" He cried, as you rubbed yourself down on him harder, faster, "I love it, love watching you! I - I love.."
You stopped moving, making Peter whine loudly, fists hitting the sand like a little boy throwing a tantrum.
"Do you want to touch me?"
"Yes! Please, please ma'am, please let me touch you…"
How could you ever say no to that? You nodded your permission and chucked as Peter's hands went straight to your breasts.
"Can I…" Peter hesitated, not wanting to push his luck. But judging by the way your head lolled back, you seemed to be enjoying his touch, and that gave him courage. "Can I put my mouth on you, ma'am?"
You smirked, looking down at him through half shut eyes,
"Such a greedy boy…" You scolded, but tugged him up to a sitting position anyway, capturing his lips again. The feeling of your nipples against the naked skin of his chest had him moaning into your mouth, and you swallowed it, devoured it, dominating the kiss as you were dominating him. Your hips started to move again, by their own volition, and his followed in kind, until you both were breathing hard. You broke the kiss, pulling at his soft curls, guiding his mouth to where you wanted it. He wasted no time at nibbling and sucking, rolling your nipples with the tip of his tongue, first one and then the other. He had a naturally talented tongue, and you couldn't wait to see what else he could do with it.
"I'm going to ride your face until I come" you were proud of how steady and commanding your voice was, "and then, I'm going to ride your cock until you come…"
His answering broken sob let you know he was ok with that idea.
"And then… then I'm going to keep on ridding you… gonna go on… and on… I'm not going to stop until you give me all your come…"
"Yes, oh my god yes!"
"Until it's gushing out of me…"
"Yesyesyes…" Peter was close, so so close. Between the rocking of your hips and your words, he was seconds away from bursting, and you knew it.
That's exactly why you stopped, and pushed him away from you, watching him fall back onto the sand. It was just for show, of course. He was way stronger than you and, if he wanted to, he could easily flip you, overpower you and have his way with you. That only made the adrenaline rush greater, knowing how powerful he really was, knowing he was giving up all that power willingly and placing it on your hands to do with it, with him, as you pleased.
To use him as you pleased.
...You had always loved big guns.
"I'm going to give you a choice now, tiger" You spoke over the cute little whimpers escaping his throat. He was so precious, so innocent, you almost felt bad for corrupting him like this. Almost. "I am going to do all the things I just promised, I won't stop you from coming again. And you can keep on touching me while I do those things to you… or you can keep on watching me, but not both"
He met your eyes and you could see the conflict behind his. He looked about ready to cry, fingers trembling where they rested on your thighs, brown orbs never leaving yours, imploring. You straddling his waist almost naked, free and unashamed under the clear summer sky, were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, he didn't want to give that up. But the thought of taking his hands away from your soft skin, from your lovely body, was almost physically painful.
"I-I can't" He stammered, a little pathetically but he was long past pride, "please, don't make me choose"
"Then I guess I'll have to choose for you"
You tried to pry his hands away, but he held on tighter.
"No! No, please, I wanna touch!"
You leaned over, taking your abandoned silk scarf from the sand, tying it around his head and over his eyes.
"But I wanna see you!" He complained petulantly. Such a brat… you were going to love breaking him.
"But you misbehaved, baby boy" You reminded him, "You touched me without permission, and now this is your punishment. I can't just let you off the hook now, can I? Can't let you think you can get away with anything…"
"But-"
"One more word" he felt your hand squeeze his balls softly, warningly, "and you'll regret it"
He snapped his mouth shut.
"Atta boy" You approved, rewarding him with a filthy open mouthed kiss before standing up. Peter didn't have time to protest before something, a piece of cloth hit him square in the face. He fisted it in his left hand, the wet patch letting him now right away it was your bikini bottoms. Peter pressed it to his nose, inhaling deeply.
"Dirty boy" you tsked from somewhere near his pelvis, startling him. He felt your warm breath against his cock right before he felt your searing tongue, placing one long lick from base to red, angry tip.
"F-FUCK!"
You laughed and then you were gone again, only to flick at his nipple a moment later, making him cry out. You kept on toying with him for a few minutes, a kiss here, a suck there, until finally, finally, he heard your knees hitting the sand at either side of his head as you slowly lowered yourself, hovering right above his mouth.
He ventured a lick, but you backed away. He gave chase, straining his neck, but you always raised yourself just enough for him to be unable to make contact, until he frustratedly grabbed a hold of your thighs, using his superior strength to force you down onto his face.
"Holy fuck!" This time, it was your turn to curse as his tongue made it straight into your soft, velvety insides, delving deep, crashing unexpectedly with something cool and sweet. He twirled his tongue around until he was able to take it into his mouth, moaning as he bit down onto it. You had buried a strawberry inside your pussy for him to find.
And you called him dirty.
He swallowed and thrusted his tongue inside you again. You were sweeter than the strawberry and he wondered idly if his Spider half had anything to do with it, if he could somehow taste your pheromones or something. Or if it was simply you, delicious and addictive all of your own.
You were making the most beautiful sounds, bucking your hips erratically, wave after wave of sugary nectar falling to his lips as his nose bumped against your clit with every one of your movements. And he was mad about it, mad about you, growling and moaning into your cunt. He couldn't possibly want you more than he did right then, cock so hard it hurt, pelvis grinding pitifully against nothing. But he wasn't important, this was all about you, about pleasing you, worshiping every inch of you. His amazon, his pagan goddess in a tropical paradise. Even back in Europe, hell, even way back in New York, all he had ever wanted was this: For you to let him adore you.
Peter had never understood the need to submit, what was about being tossed and ordered around that appealed so much to those men on the internet. Not until he met you.
Because from the moment he met you, he wanted to belong to you, to be your slave and follow your every command, fulfil your every need.
And now you were screaming, falling apart above him and he had done that, he was the one you were coming for. It made his head swim with pride and something else, something unnamed and powerful. He kept on lapping at your cunt, leisurely, slow like honey, until your legs stopped trembling.
You pushed his curls, slick with sweat, away from his forehead tenderly.
"Good boy," You cooed, "I'm so proud of you, you did so good"
A warm feeling spread out in Peter's chest at your words.
"Thank you, ma'am. Good enough for my punishment to be over?"
You laughed breathlessly as you pushed his hands away and stood up on slightly unstable legs.
"No, but nice try"
His pout was so cute you had to bend down and kiss it off his face.
"Pretty please?" He insisted, once he felt you straddling his thighs.
"Don't be difficult, baby. Don't you want to be good for me?"
"I d- OH" your hot hand around his shaft made him cry out, cutting his answer short. Had you known before a hand job was all it took to shut Peter Parker up… You would probably have done everything exactly the same, actually.
Peter's head was already trashing from side to side as your hand moved, deliberately slow. Up and down, up and down, up and down…
Up… up, up, guiding him into your tight, exquisite heat. He heard you moan as you buried his cock inside you to the hilt, pelvis kissing yours.
"You are… the best thing I've ever felt inside me"
He groaned his agreement, hands flying to your waist, as you started to move, started sliding up and down his cock steadily, imitating the same unhurried rhythm you used with your hand.
But your cunt felt so much better than your palm, all that wet, silky pressure over every lavish inch of him… up and down, up and down…
He felt you brace yourself on his abdomen, nails digging into firm flesh.
Up and down… up and down… Faster.
Faster…
"Peter… oh, god, you feel so good… So good between my legs"
And you felt like heaven, he wanted to tell you, but he was reduced to cries and sobs, to clutching and grabbing at your skin, fingertips eagerly searching any part of your body they could reach. You took one of his hands and lowered it until his thumb was right above your clit, your own fingers showing him how to rub just right to make pleasure explode inside your loins.
His eyes fluttered open underneath the blindfold. He didn't mean to, he truly didn't, he wanted to be good, he wanted to obey, but this? You riding him hard, coming from his cock and his fingers? It was a vision way too tempting to resist. He could see you clearly through the rainbow of silk threads, head thrown back in ecstasy, mouth open in a silent scream, little beads of sweat glimmering on your skin under the sun, sparkling almost as bright as the jewel colored water on the horizon behind you. And your cunt, juicy and red as the strawberries you favoured, stretched around his cock, taking it in over and over and over again, little contractions milking him, hungry for his come.
So he gave it to you, surging deep inside you, hips thrusting up to meet yours. You almost fell back, but he caught you in his arms just in time. Raising to a sitting position still buried inside you, he gathered you to his chest, the makeshift blindfold falling from his face.
"Hey…"
You smiled, a little drunkenly,
"Hey, stranger"
Closing your arms around his shoulders, you tucked your face into his neck. You were boneless, completely spent and sated, about to fall asleep, lulled by his soft caresses on your back, when you felt him start moving inside you again.
Definitely insatiable.
Tired and overstimulated, you tried to get up, get away but his arms, strong as steel around you held you to him, as he rocked beneath you, pubic bone smashing into your oversensitized clit with every drag. Pushing against his shoulder also proved completely useless, his hold on you only tightening, as he started fucking up into you harder.
You bit into his shoulder, making him groan.
"I think… think I like that punishment better…" He declared, grabbing your chin, holding you in place to kiss you, deep and dirty, only releasing your lips once your head was spinning, your lungs burning. You gasped for air.
"Naughty" You admonished, still struggling against him, albeit a little halfheartedly. He splayed one of his hands against your lower back, pressing you to him. The new pressure was delicious, the heat starting to build again, even if you didn't want it "You're so naughty"
He scraped his teeth softly on the hollow of your throat, only to sooth it with his tongue seconds later, his cock moving so deep you could feel it hit your cervix. You screamed, he was going to tear another orgasm out of you soon.
"Only holding you to your word" He whispered against your skin, making goosebumps erupt down your spine, "You promised not to stop… until I give you all my come"
To be continued...
PS: Let me know if you are reading this under the table during a horrible family reunion, I' love to bring you a little joy during these very difficult rimes... Love ya!!
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Part 46 Here!!!
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"Okay. It's okay. All you have to do is go to the store and pick up a test. Maybe some ice cream if they have it." I speak to myself in the mirror as I apply my makeup.
I pull my hair up and huff as I look at myself. "I think you look pretty hot," Jerome says coming up behind me and placing his hands on my belly. He rests his chin on my shoulder and smiles at me. "I want a little girl, (y/n)." I roll my eyes moving out of the grip of his ghostly fingers.
"Stop this." I shake my head wanting to bang it against something to help make him leave. "You have to give in one way or another." I shake my head groaning.
I move to my closet grabbing a T-shirt and jeans. Jerome starts to sing loudly in my ear clogging my brain.
"Oh, I know what you really missed!" Jerome cackles and hides behind the bathroom door. Seconds later a younger redhead emerged. I shake my head and turn my back to him. He laughs climbing onto the bed and jumping up and down. "If you can't stand me I can't wait to see how that little baby makes you feel!" I scream, picking up my pillow and attacking the child vision.
"(Y/n)! What are you doing?"
Jeremiah tangles himself with my arms and holds me steady as I catch my breath.
"Darling what is it?" Jeremiah slightly laughs at my frustration. "Was there a spider?"
I look at him and point to the little child cackling on the bed. "This little shit won't leave me alone!" Jeremiah looks over to the bed and back to me. "Jerome?"
Jerome starts to kick his brother trying to tackle him. "Yeah... kinda... he is 9 right now."
Jeremiah gives me a look of sorrow pulling me towards him into his arms. "Focus on me, love." He sways us calmly running his fingers through my hair.
"What has got you so worked up? Ecco has told me you've been rather stressed and you'll zone out when she's trying to talk to you." I sigh laughing into his chest.
I can't tell him Jeremiah about the possible pregnancy now. He would go fully insane if I opened that can of worms. Just the thought of it trying makes me sick with worry. What would my father say?
"(Y/n), is everything okay?"
Quick. Think of something to say!
I look up meeting Jeremiah's green eyes smiling. "It's dumb." "What is it? Have I done something? Ecco told me it might be because of me."
Ecco...
"No, Jeremiah. I did something.... and it has me stressed." "Well you know you can tell me anything, love."
I nod huffing. "I'm stressed because... um...." don't tell him, (y/n)." I shrug laughing. "Ecco kissed me when we were drunk!"
BINGO!
Jeremiah stares at me only to smile and start to laugh. "What?" He holds his chest laughing even harder now. "I-I knew it! Oh my god! I knew she liked you from the moment I asked her to look after you!"
I smile laughing with him. "You're not mad?" He reaches for my hands again bringing me close. "Now why would I be angry? You're still my girlfriend. Ecco knows her place now and is here to assist me in my business and to protect you when needed. You're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. How could I blame her for a slip of lust, huh?" Jeremiah's voice deepens and his words slip out like honey.
His grip moves down my waist and grips me tightly pulling myself to him. He smirks darkly turning to the small Jerome. "Are you going to leave? Or watch me fuck your ex-girlfriend, brother?"
Jerome smirks patting his brother's shoulder. "Nah, I'll leave you two insane love birds to do the dirty work."
I look at Jeremiah seeing a new shade of confidence washed over him. He does this often now. He will switch from a timid man who works too hard to this confident individual who takes what he wants.
"You saw him?" Jeremiah smiles at me cocking an eyebrow. "Moment of weakness into the spray. It feels... good. Don't you think?" Jeremiah quickly retreats his confidence and shelters into sanity again.
He adjusts his glasses laughing lightly. "I'm sorry, (y/n). I'm not giving into him. Into that person Jerome poisoned me with. Anyways! Are you going out?"
I nod smiling at him with worry. I can see how hard Jeremiah is trying to hold himself together. "Do you need anything, Jer?" "Would you mind getting some more of the foundation? I've already run low on the first bottle."
Jeremiah refuses to show any part of his new porcelain skin. Last time I had seen it his cheeks were while leaving half of his face peach. That was 3 weeks ago.
I kiss him quickly, giggling as he tries to hold me back again. "Oh! I forgot! Bruce is coming to work with me." "Do the best friends need snacks?" Jeremiah shrugs laughing, "it's never a bad idea, love!" I peck his cheek shaking my head. "I'll be back!"
"I love you!"
~
I scan over the different tests frustrated. "7 days earlier? How can they know that?" I pick up the box looking on the back.
I place it in my cart and walk away quickly bumping into someone falling down. I look up seeing someone I've missed dearly. "Barbara!"
She grins down at me helping me stand. "Well, well, well, Ms. Gordon in the flesh!" Her eyes scan the floor and pick up the one thing that had fallen out.
She waves the test in front of my face with wide eyes. "You want to tell me something?" "No."
She smirks, "Smart. How about an exchange. I buy you lunch and you tell me why you're buying this." I stare at her biting my lip. "I feel like I don't have an option." She hums, locking arms with me. "You don't."
~
"With Jeremiah? His twin?" I chew my slide of pizza nodding. "I mean it could be his." Barbara tilts her head, tapping her nails on the table. "I didn't know you were that type of girl, (y/n)." "I'm not! I could be his... or Jerome's." Barbara slams her hand on the table laughing. "Should I play Mama Mia and sing to you?" "This isn't funny!"
She laughs grabbing my hand. "Come to my place and let's take it. Then we go from there."
~
I close the bathroom door looking at myself in the mirror. "Okay." I take the test and set a timer waiting for it to pass. "Ugh, could this take any longer?"
"I could help pass the-" "Don't." I point my finger at Jerome.
After what felt like hours my phone beeps sounding the end of the timer. "Aren't you going to look?" I look at Jerome shaking my head. He rolls his eyes.
He pushes me over forcing me to look at the small stick. The small white stick holding two solid blue lines proved my fate.
I picked it up in shock. I sigh feeling a smile making its way to my lips. I stare in the mirror with unplanned happiness taking over. "Okay, momma. You've got some work to do." I place my hand on my stomach smiling.
~
~5 Weeks Ago~
Jeremiah POV:
It was all a scary dream. I was working too hard and slept on the floor. That's what happened.
I shake my leg as I try and focus on the words of this book. "Come on, brother. We need to have a little chat." I flick my ear shaking my head. "It's not real."
Jerome's laugh fills the room making me jump. There he stands in front of me smirking with his scars. "Ah! There he is!" He laughs sitting on my desk. "Alright, Jeremiah. There are a few rules you'll take in when this kicks in!" "What are you-" "HUSH! Number one... You never get (y/n) hurt. Number two... Jim Gordon will end up hating you blah blah blah. Kill him. And number three... Burn it all down, and make it suitable for our queen. What do you say, Jeremiah? Do it for (y/n)? For love?" Jerome places his hand out for me to shake it and in a moment of weakness, I reach for it.
"You're not real."
Jerome huffs tailing towards the door. "Whatever. You'll find out soon enough."
~
I twist the cup of coffee just so a few words of the book title would show. After finding out about the baby I planned a way to tell Jeremiah in a day. I bought him a new book about parenting.
"A book? You're telling him by a book? No streamers or fireworks?" "He's not you Jerome." He rolls his eyes vanishing.
The door unlocks and Jeremiah and Ecco walk in. "(Y/n)! How are you?" Ecco waltzed over hugging me. "I'm good! Great actually." I smile not being able to contain my giggles.
"Darling? What's got you so excited?" Jeremiah places his notebook on the table and sits in the seat at the island. "I got you a new book."
I slide the book and coffee over with a growing grin glued to my face. Jeremiah lifts the drink looking at the book and laughing. "Very funny, love. Yes, my work is my baby. So clever." Ecco stares at the book and then back at me.
"You're not." I smile at her nodding. She yells hugging me happily. Jeremiah looks at us confused. "What's going on?"
"I thought you were smarter than this, Jer. Think about it."
I watch as Jeremiah's mind turns and his thoughts roll over each idea. He drops the book on the counter staring at me with wide eyes. "Oh."
"OH!" Jeremiah runs around the counter and picks me up in his arms. "You're pregnant?" He says into my shoulder.
He looks at me with tears streaming. "Yeah. I'm pregnant!" He hugs me again tightly crying into my form.
"Oh my! I-I have to go do something! Don't move- well you can move... just.... I'LL BE BACK!"
Jeremiah runs out the door leaving Ecco and I alone. She smiles at me resting her hand on my shoulder. "I am so happy for you." I smile hugging her. "You know you'll have to help me." She nods laughing. "Of course I will!"
~
Jeremiah POV:
I knock on Jim's door, quickly stumbling with the ring in my pocket. The door swings open revealing Jim Gordon. "Jeremiah? Is everything okay? You look pale. Is (y/n) okay?" I laugh putting my hand on the back of my neck. "Yes, Jim. We're fantastic. I just... wanted to talk to you about something." He narrows his eyes but opens the door allowing me in.
"What can I help you with?" I turn to Jim smiling like an idiot. "I love (y/n), Jim. I want to make her happy for the rest of my life." Jim nods smiling. "I'm glad you feel that way, Jeremiah. Where is this headed?"
I sigh, grabbing the ring box from my pocket. "I'd like your blessing to ask (y/n) to marry me." I open the box revealing a lovely ring holding a diamond rock in the center.
Jim stares at the ring in shock. He clears his throat nodding. "Wow. It's not been... long has it? It's been what? 7, 8 months? Don't you think it's a little fast?" My hopes die and my blood runs cold. "I love her."
Jim nods patting my shoulder. "I do too. I just want to make sure this is the best thing for her, Jeremiah."
"But I love her, Jim."
He sighs nodding. "Let's sit on it for a few days. Alright? Then come talk to me. Over dinner!" I stir the ring in my pocket shielding my disappointment. "Of course. Goodnight, Jim."
I run down to the car sulking in my sadness.
"Are you really going to listen to that bozo?" I look in the mirror seeing Jerome in the back seat. "He is her father." "That she doesn't listen to. It's not his choice. One thing I learned from dealing with Jimbo is he never will make the right choice for (y/n)'s happiness. In short, words, fuck Jim Gordon." I laugh, shaking my head at his comment. I open the ring box staring at it.
"You really spoil her." "I do what you couldn't." He hits my shoulder laughing. "Good one. Now, what do you say we go ask for a wife?"
~
I wander into the house and see (y/n) sitting on the couch. She looks up smiling at me. "Hey, where'd you go?" I bite my lip pushing her down and connecting our lips. "I love you so much." I kiss down her neck feeling a wash of control take over.
"Jeremiah." she gasps against my hold, making me growl and crave her even further.
I look up at her face, but a slight patch of makeup is wiped on her shirt. She places her hand on my cheek running her fingers over the newly revealed skin. I panic removing myself from her.
"No Jeremiah." She crawls on me straddling me. "Show me." "(Y/n), it's horrible." She shakes her head kissing the pale skin along my neck. "I want to see you, Jeremiah."
I nod removing myself and going into the bathroom. I wipe all the foundation off allowing the porcelain skin to shine through. I take off my glasses and take out the green colored contacts.
The icy shade pierced into my soul as I stare at my new appearance. "Jeremiah?"
"I'm coming, love."
I grab the ring box and stuff it back into my pocket. As I enter the living room her eyes rake my figure. Her eyes widen as she takes in the new me.
I sit down across from her and look away. "I told you it was horrible." (Y/n) crawls into my lap again grabbing my face. "No. Just like I said. Still handsome." She leans down connecting our lips.
I pull away smiling at her. "Before we get too busy I need to ask you something, doll." She nods removing herself from my lap.
"You've brought me so much joy and happiness into my life, (y/n), and I never want it to end. You're going to give me a child who we can watch grow, but I want to do it right." I get down on one knee in front of her and pull the ring box out opening it.
"(Y/n) Gordon, will you marry me?" She covers her mouth as she gazes down at the ring. She nods her head speechless. "Yes?" "Yes, Jeremiah!" She cries and kisses me passionately.
I slide the ring on her finger and admire the band. "Mrs. Valeska. I love it."
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