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corrodedcoffins-blog · 3 months

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Bonding of Sorts

older!rockstar!eddie x popstar!reader

note: isla and walker are 15 in the timeline (probably ~mid 2024 vibes)

warning: teenage love, the start of a step-mom/step-daughter relationship <3

word count: 1.8k

isla_munson

liked by walker.scobell, y/nswife_, and others

tagged: @/sienna.taylor, @/Haley08_, @/_jesss, @/lil.lilian, and @/y/nl/n

isla_munson: "everybody knows that private school girls are bad, and bad girls always wear red nail polish" -loerlai gilmore

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y/nl/n: gorgeous girls!

lil.lilian: you did me dirty in that pic.

isla_munson: impossible! theres no doing you dirty, you look beautiful at every angle!

lil.lilian: liar but 😘😘

_jesss: not hals completely judging me in the forth pic

Haley08_: yeah, im always judging you

_jesss: 🖕

walker.scobell: cute fit, or lack thereof

isla.munson: omg! thats exactly what my dad said!

sienna.taylor: my little private school girl 🥰

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Tina

@/updates_on_y/nl/n

Isla Munson posted these two photos of her and Y/n on her instagram today!

Lani @/percabeth.hearts replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n I've never seen y/n happier!!

Abby (taylor's version) @/decodeisunderrated replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n They're relationship is so cute! 🥰🥰

tess @/it.rhymes.with.jess replying to @/decodeisunderrated y/n and eddie's or y/n and isla's??

Abby (taylor's version) @/decodeisunderrated replying to @/it.rhymes.with.jess Both! 😁

Jamie @/jAmie_ replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n she shouldn't be hanging out with her boyfriends daughter so much until they're more serious.

nia @/parisgellar_stan replying to @/jAmie_ oh? so you know them personally??

anna @/wolfstar.stan replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n why no one mention how pretty isla is?!?!

betty @/betty_broski replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n the thought of eddie taking the second picture warms my heart <33

Kevin @/pens_87 replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n She looks the same age as heR boyfriends kid 😬

leah @/im.talking.nonsense replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n them out shopping together 😭😭

“Ah.” Isla sighed, dropping her phone to her chest, and looking up at the ceiling. She was sitting on the couch in the New York apartment, Y/n had come over and was walking down the stairs when she saw Isla, “What was that love sick look about?” The woman asked, in a teasing voice.

“Oh, um.. N- nothing.” “Who are they?” Y/n asked, completely disregarding isla’s defence. And coming to sit down next to the girl, forgetting she came down to get her and Eddie drinks.

“His name’s Walker..” Isla grinned, not being able to stop it when talking about Walker, especially not with Y/n they were too close and comfortable with each other now. “..and we’ve been friends for a couple years, and he’s really cute, and I really like him.”

At Isla’s little rant, Y/n sprung into action, “Okay, I’m gonna go get what I came down here to get for Eddie then I’m coming straight back and we’ll talk about this.” “Okay.”

Quickly gathering the ice tea Eddie and her wanted, pouring herself some, and getting Eddie a couple snacks to occupy him, not knowing how long this talk with Isla will last. Then saying a quick ‘one sec.’ to Isla, she ran upstairs, opening the door and finding Eddie where he was before.

“Thank you, angel. Hey, where's yours?” “Downstairs.” Coming to sit on Eddie lap, facing the man, with a serious face on. “What’s wrong?” “Nothings wrong. Just… I wanted to talk to you before I talk to Isla, she wants my advice on a boy, and don’t go be overprotective dad on her. That’s exactly what she doesn’t want. But I need to know what you're okay with me saying, or if you're not okay with me saying anything, and I won’t.”

Smiling, and placing a quick, chaste kiss on his girl’s lips before replying, “Baby, thank you for asking me. I’m fine with you talking to her. So who is he?” “She said his name is Walker? That someone from school or-” “That kid?! Oh well, I don’t think that kid has a bad bone in his body. So yeah, you can.. Give her advice.. On a boy. Geez” “You’re getting old, baby.” Giving the girl a pinch on the ass, causing a jolt of the girl's body and a laugh coming out of her lips, before she continues, “Okay. I’m going. I love you” A quick kiss on her soft lips, and in getting an ‘I love you too’ Y/n walks out of the room, running down the stairs to see where Isla is still sitting.

“Okay! Tell me everything.”

“I just don’t know how you tell a guy you like him.” Nodding in understanding, she mumbles, “It’s hard.” “...How old were you when you got your first boyfriend?” “Umm.. I was 15.” “Did you ask him out or did he ask you?” “He asked me.” The girls were now on the floor, Y/n painting Isla’s toenails, drinking ice tea, and eating popcorn, ‘10 Things I Hate About You’ on in the background.

“Of course he did, cause you’re beautiful. No way he would ask me out.” “Hey. Isla, you are beautiful. And gorgeous, and amazing, and smart. Besides from what you’ve told me about Walker. I wouldn’t be surprised if he did really like you, like you like him, but was just too nervous to say anything.” “Shut up.” Isla says, her face permanently red at this point with how long they’ve been talking about her love life.

“And guys like when girls take charge and ask them out.” “But we’ve been friends for years, and I don’t want to ruin that.” A completely logical argument, one Y/n had used on her friends years ago. Now switching to paint Isla’s other set of toes red, thinking about what she can say, to satisfy Isla’s need for a solution. “Hey! Why don’t you ask him to hang out here, just the two of you?” “And have Dad hovering over us the whole time? No way!”

Adjusting her position on the floor, getting more comfortable before continuing, “We’ll what if it was me? A day where you’re Dad will be out and I can come over, you guys take the living room and I’ll stay out of your way upstairs?” “Omg! You can do that?! Please Y/n, please!” “I’ll have to ask Eddie, and if he says no then it’s no.” “Okay! Go! Go! Ask him now!” “I have to finish your toenails!” “I can do that. Go ask my Dad, then if he says yes you have to come help me draft a text to him!” “Okay!”

Hopefully running up the stairs for the last time today, Y/n walks into Eddie’s room, smiling, hoping that might sway Eddie slightly. “I thought you would never come back. What have you been doing down there?” “Painting nails, watching rom-coms, stuffing our faces, the usual for a girls night. But I have to ask you something.” Y/n says, sitting next to Eddie on his bed, pushing his laptop off his lap, in order to have his full attention for this.

“Why do I feel like it’s going to be something I’ll want to say ‘no’ to?” “Well.. Maybe.. Maybe not.” “That was very reassuring.” “Listen, Isla wants to invite Walker here, to hang out, but she doesn’t want her Dad there-” “We’ll she can’t be alone with a boy.” “You said there wasn’t a bad bone in his body.” Y/n said obviously teasing. not wanting Eddie to think that’s what she was suggesting, “Well he’s still a teenage boy.” “Off topic. I was thinking that maybe, the next best thing for her would be if it was me here. They could stay in the living room, and I’ll just hang out upstairs or something, so I can hear what they’re doing but not hover.” A couple seconds of silence was too long in Y/n’s opinion for this subject.

“Okay.” “Really?” “Yes, but they can’t go in her room, and you keep the door open of any room they’re in.” “Of course, baby! I want what's best for her." "I know." "Oh Eds, she’ll be so happy!” “I hate this.” “I know, but she’s growing up.” “I know.” “I’m gonna go tell Isla the good news!” Y/n says, running out of the room. Before quickly turning around going to the side of the bed Eddie was on, giving the man a lengthy kiss and whispering an ‘I love you’

“What did he say?!” The question is yelled at the woman, as soon as she’s back in sight. “You’ll be happy.” “Really?!” “Yes.” “Oh my god! Oh my god. We have to figure out what I’m gonna text him.”

“-and no going upstairs, and if you go in any room together the door stays open. Understand?” “Yes, Dad. Now go, I have to get ready.” Pushing her Dad towards the door, not wanting him here any longer.

“Can I say goodbye first?” “If you must.”

Walking over to Y/n, giving her a peck on her soft lips, then dipping his head down to whisper in the girl's ear, “Please keep an eye on them.” “Of course, Eds, it’s gonna be fine.” With that piece of mind and one last kiss and an ‘i love you’, Eddie walks back towards the door that was already held open for him by his wonderful and loving daughter. “Bye hun, love you.” “Love you too, Dad. Bye!”

Shutting the door and turning to the woman standing at the staircase, “You need to get me ready, and tell me what to wear.”

“I can’t believe you let me do this!”

Y/n sat at the kitchen island, watching as Isla paced in front of her. Isla was a wreck as soon as Y/n started getting her ready 30 minutes ago, just after Eddie left for the recording studio. “You are going to be fine.” Y/n said, to nonchalant for Isla’s taste, “You’re too calm!” “The guy I like isn’t coming over.” ‘Well-” Isla was cut off by the sound of the buzzer, “Hey Isla, it’s Walker” running over to the panel on the wall to buzz the boy in, “Hey! Come up… That was too excited, I’m gonna mess this up.” “Isla. In my experience, if you ask a guy to hang out alone they think it’s a date. In a man’s brain ‘hang out alone’ and ‘date’ are synonyms, so the fact he said yes to this, I’m sure he’s just as nervous as you.” “Okay.. Thanks, Y/n”

Interrupted by the doorbell, Isla gave Y/n a quick hug, running to the door. Of course, flattening her hair before opening the door. “Hey, Walker.” “Hey.” And being teenagers who like each other, Y/n swoops in to save the conversation. “Hi, I’m Y/n it’s nice to meet you, Walker.” “It’s nice to meet you too.” “Okay! The living room is free, I’ll be upstairs, and I’ll order pizza later. Walker, cheese or vegetarian good?” “Yeah.” “Okay! Have fun.”

Within only a couple minutes, Y/n could hear the conversation flowing and not wanting to eavesdrop, putting on a show to watch.

About 40 minutes later, pausing the show she was watching to go to the bathroom, Y/n cannot hear anything from downstairs. And she was sure she knew what was happening, but she promised Eddie she would keep an eye on them and at the end of the day Y/n was a curious bitch.

Creeping slowly down the stairs, not making a sound. Y/n stops abruptly seeing Isla and Walker sharing a small kiss on the couch, in true awkward teenage fashion, Isla’s hands at her sides and Walker's hand on her upper back, the other at his side.

Walking back up the stairs, and waiting a moment the woman makes an over exaggerated amount of noise. Not wanting to embarrass the two that she saw them, “I ordered the pizza! One large cheese, one large vegetarian, and one medium meat lover for your Dad. But Walker, you're welcome to have some of that.” “Thanks Y/n.” Isla said, giving Y/n a look that said ‘go away, this is the same reason I didn’t want my Dad here’ but both of them know that Eddie would be way worse. “Okay.. That’s all, back to it.”

As soon as the door closes, Isla jumps around and lets out a squeal that was close to deafening. “Oh my god! I’m so happy you got me to do that!” “So what led up to that kiss?” “Oh! I knew you saw it! God- that’s so embarrassing.” “Hey, I get it. I was a teenage girl once. And I did way more embarrassing things. Come on sit.” Patting the couch cushion next to her, “I wanna know everything.”

"After we kissed, he asked me out for tomorrow... And I was wondering if you could ask my Dad?" "No. You have to, but I can be there for you."

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lives-in-midgard · 1 year

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A Walk

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Steve and reader find a little girl crying while going for a walk.

Word Count: 664

A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first Steve fic, I hope you enjoy it. If anyone has a request for Steve or any other marvel character you are very welcome to send it in!

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“We should do that more often.” You said and turned to Steve who was holding your hand while walking through the park. It was a beautiful day and you decided it would be a good idea to go for a walk and enjoy the sunny day.

“Yes, we should.” he smiled. A lot has happened lately and it was so beautiful to walk and enjoy your time with Steve. You could hear someone playing on a guitar and there were a few other people walking with their dog, or running, you could also see a family having a picnic. After a few minutes you could see kids playing at the playground and their parents talking with each other. You could see how Steve began to smile and his thumb stroked the back of your hand. He loves kids and couldn’t wait to have some with you. Once he came home to you sitting on the couch and singing a lullaby for Morgan. Since then Steve couldn’t get it out of his head.

You where past the playground when you interrupted Steve’s thoughts “Do you hear that?”

“What do you mean sweetheart?” He looked at you with a confused look and instantly was in his Captain America mood.

“I think there is a kid crying somewhere.” You looked if you could see where the crying sound was coming from. When Steve pointed at a tree and you could see that there was a little girl crying behind it. Steve went to the girl and you followed him. Steve kneeled and the girl looked up to him with tears in her eyes and her stuffed animal in her hands.

“Hey, peanut.” He quietly said and sniffles were to hear from the girl. A worried look was on Steve’s face when he looked over to you. You nodded at him to say he should try it again.

“That’s a beautiful pony you have.” Steve said and pointed at her stuffed animal. The girl immediately began to smile.

“I know. Her name is Fluttershy, she is my favorite because she loves animals just like me.” The girl blurred out and Steve began to smile.

“Then we have something in common because I like animals too.” Steve said and made the girl smile.

“Do you.... have a ... a pet?” She quietly asked.

“No, we don’t but I would love to have a dog someday.” You talked about having a dog but you both agreed that right now your lives are too busy for that.

“I also want a dog, but my mum said I’m too young.” Steve chuckled.

“I would name it cookie.” The girl continued.

“That’s a beautiful name.”

“It is. How would you name yours?” It was so cute to see Steve talking with this girl.

“I don’t know yet, do you have a good idea for me?” He asked her.

“Hmm”

Suddenly you could hear someone behind you “Betty there you are I’ve searched for you everywhere.” The woman went to her and Steve stood up and walked to you.

“M sorry”

“It’s okay. Thank you for looking after her.” She turned around and looked at you and Steve.

“You’re welcome.” You said at the same time and could hear Betty chuckle.

“Wait aren’t… aren’t you Steve, I mean Captain America?”

“That’s me but you can call me Steve “

“Wow, thank you so much not only for looking after my daughter but also what you and the other avengers do for us.”

“Of course, that’s what we are here for.” Steve said.

“We really have to go now.” The woman said and took the hand of her daughter. They said goodbye and made a few steps when the girl turned around, walked to you and faced Steve.

“Dodger that’s a good name for a dog.”

“You’re right that’s a really good name.”

“Bye Steve.”

“Goodbye peanut.” Steve said and the girl ran away to her mum who was waiting for her.

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xqueen-of-disasterx · 1 year

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You can be the boss

Natasha RomanoffxFemale!OC

TW: Toxic!Nat, Mob violence, torture, manipulation, Smut at the end, bad grammar and spelling errors, Natasha speaking Russian

!Disclaimer English is not first language so please excuse any spelling or grammar errors!

Word count: 1.7k

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The dark streets of the city I called home and dangerous, especially as a women like me. I made my way into one of the many bars of the city. The air was smoky and the lights dim, I was being completely honest, I didn't knew what I was doing there. Maybe it was because my family kept telling me to finally get a boyfriend. Of course I didn't like the thought of having a men in my live. I was an independent women who doesn't anyone telling me what to do and what to don't . But my stuck up family didn't get that.

I was sitting alone at the bar slowly taking sips of my beer. When suddenly the door of the bar swung open. Suddenly the crowd went silent, so silent you could've heard a needle drop. All of it just because a woman came in, she walked through the bar a group of four tall guys following her. Slowly the people started conversations again and I was utterly confused. Hardly a couple of minutes went by until I felt the mysterious women next to me.

"Hey there, pretty girl. Is that seat taken?" she asked pointing to the bar stool next to me. "Uhm, no. It's uhm free" I was beyond nervous and I didn't even know why. The women now sitting next to was wearing a withe blouse neatly tugged in her her dress pants.

"Can I buy you a drink, pretty girl" Her green piercing eyes looked in mine. Only now I saw the beauty of her face which was before hidden by her hat. I could only nod I was to stunned to speak. I watched as she orders for two vodkas for the both of us. "Tell me, what is your name?" I couldn't even look her in the eyes anymore. My fear of staring at her like an Idiot was too big. "Betty Carter" I mumbled "Such a pretty name, for such a pretty girl." She said probably more to herself than to me. She was caressing my cheek lifting my cheek until I was looking at her. "I'm Natasha Romanoff, but you can call me Nat."

I could feel my cheeks heat up under her touch "Thank you, Nat" She laughs as she grabs the shot in front of her and drinking it. We talked what seemed like hours I told her all about my job as a teacher, while she listened laughing now and than. She didn't give me a lot about her job except that she was a business women.

"I'll have to say, Betty you are really cute" she bit her red painted lips before she leaned down whispering in my ear "Would like to take you some where more private. So we can talk better" I nodded as if I suddenly lost the ability to speak. She grabbed my arm before leading me too an door with the words private painted big on it. She pushed the door open.

It revealed a smaller room filled with the disgusting smoke of cigarettes and people drinking or playing Poker. The moment Natasha stepped into the room one of the guys was already standing next to her. I recognize him, he already accompanied her when she first arrived. He was fairly good looking, dark short hair, grey eyes, a neatly trimmed beard. You could say every women's dream, except mine.

"Is everything to your liking, Miss Romanoff?" Natasha walked over to a table, me and him following. "Yes Bucky, everything is good" we were now standing in front of a table with even more mysterious men sitting around it. "So Betty, these are Bucky, Pietro, Sam, and Steve. They are my employees. Guys this is Betty, she's our guest tonight so be nice to her." Natasha smiled, but not the kind of smile which was warm and generous. This had this treat to it. I slowly started to realise how dangerous the women.

I was sitting next to her while she played poker. Every now and then she would place her hand on the inside of my thighs. Hours of flirting and touching went by until a woman rushed into the room making Natasha jump up. "Yelena what are you doing here" The blond women was out of breath as if she had just run for weeks. "We got him, Rumlow we got him"

"Bring him in" The younger woman looked utterly confused "But-" "NOW" Natasha cut her off. The fast the Yelena appeared the fast she was gone. Natasha signed before sitting back down. She looked at the men "And you guys are just goanna sit here?" No one dared to say something "GO HELP HER" she punched the table, the men were already grabbing their jackets to leave "DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU GUYS EVERHING" She was now looking at me "I'm so sorry I had to scream зайчик" She strokes my cheek it looked like all the anger disapperared from her face "But sometimes I have to do thing I don't like. Okay зайчик?"

I was terrified but I still nodded she put an arm around my shoulder pulling me close "No need to be afraid зайчик. I'm going to be protected you from all the bad in the world" She kissed my cheek and I blushed "Thank you, Nat. But I still don't understand what is happening" "Don't worry your pretty head. It's just how we make business" She held me close until her men came back through the back door. One off them had a bag over his head, he looked beaten and abused. Bucky kicked him in the knees making him fall to the floor while whimpering in pain. Natasha stood up walking towards the helpless man.

"The big bad Brock Rumlow" she laughed "Well not so big and bad now" Natasha placed her foot on his chest pushing down making him gaps for breath. I didn't know what I had just gotten myself into, I mean I was just an elementary school teacher. How could she be so cruel yet so caring. Rumlow now sitting on his knees with Natasha's gun pressed between his eyes begging for his live while laughed. I couldn't bear the sight I carefully stood up before leaving out of the door.

I couldn't believe what I just witnessed I ran until I didn't know were I was. I didn't realise that I was sitting on the pavement until I felt her presence next to me. I wanted to cry, to scream, to throw up. But I just sat there in silence while Natasha smoked on of her disgusting cigarettes.

"How did you find me" I asked my voice shaking "детски, I have my eyes everywhere this city is mine. Why did you run away from me?" I look at her terrified "You tortured a poor man right in front of me. You... You are a filthy criminal!" She looked at me with her cold gaze "He was a bad guy he killed women, men anyone for fun. He was a threat to my business you have to understand I just did justice. The police b filled with corrupt basters I'm just do justice were justice has to be done." She placed her hands under my chin making me look in her eyes. I wanted to believe her I wanted her to be that hero.

"Do you understand?" she asked me looking directly in my eyes "Yes" I said in a small voice Natasha looked my lips before pressing her lips to mine. Her lips were so warm and soft I didn't want this to end. She breaks away "You are mine, Betty. I know that you want me. You want me to do things to you that normally only a husband would do. Even if you say that you don't want my touch, you would let it happen and you would love it?" I nodded shamefully.

"I want you to know that from now one you stand under the protection of the Romanoff family." She helped me stand up and placed her expensive fur coat over my shoulders. "Lets get to my car, зайчик"

The moment I stepped into Natasha’s big mansion she had me pressed against the front door kissing me. Slipping her tongue in my mouth moaning as our tongues crashed together. She kissed down my neck smearing her lip stick on my neck. She lashes onto my neck sucking and biting down on my neck. "Nat- Natasha... no.. no marks. I have.. school on.. Monday." She smirked against my neck "Too bad it already happened" She grabbed onto my waist pulling me impossible closer. Natasha unbuttoned my blouse pushing it from my shoulders. Her hands opening my bra kissing my breaths, while I grab onto her hair.

She picks me up caring me up to her bedroom laying me on her bed. Kissing and nibbling on my boobs. I can hear how heavily she breaths "You are probably a virgin right? No one ever touched you right. You are innocent, untouched, ready to be corrupted by me right?" I let out a whorish moan before I nodded. She slapped my boob "Answer me, whore" A strangled moan broken out of my mouth "Yes I've never been touched"

She let out a low groan before moving down to pull off my skirt. The next thing I felt is how she kissed my clit through my underwear. "Please no... no teasing" I get interrupted by my own slutty moan. "Don't tell me what to do" she mumbled. Natasha ripped my underwear before lashing onto my cunt. "Fuck Nat, that I liked that pair" She liked up my cunt neglecting my clit "I can buy you a whole store if you want" her mouth send vibrations trough my body making me moan in lust. She finally played attention to my clit, sucking and kissing it. I grabbed onto her hair while letting out despired moans. She slowly pumped her finger in me. She kept hitting that special spot inside me I clenched around her desperately.

"Nat- I.." she laughed "Your close I can feel it зайчик. Come for me детски" That send me over the edge cuming on her fingers. She cleaned me up before she pulled the blanked over my naked body. She kissed my head before laying down next to me pulling me in her arms

"You're finally mine now" she mumbled to herself.

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babybatscreationsv2 · 3 months

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Graduation

Marvel | Starker

High school is finally over! Peter can't wait to spend the day celebrating with Tony and May after the ceremony, but he's surprised to find that the two of them have made other plans. Plans involve spending more money than Peter has ever seen in his life and finally picking up on a connection he hadn't realize was there.

Rating: Teen+

For H <3

"Congratulations to the class of 2023! You made it!" Betty declared from the stage above the others. She took off her cap and tossed it into the air. The rest of the class followed suit, erupting into cheers that could be heard across the city. Peter turned and grabbed Ned in a hug.

"I can't believe we survived," Ned said in awe.

Peter laughed. "High school or everything else?"

"You name it," he scoffed. "Name one thing that didn't try to kill us."

They pushed through the crowd to get to the guests standing at the back. "Oh I dunno, smallpox," Peter joked.

"Smallpox?" May laughed in bewilderment as she reached them. She grabbed Peter in a hug that probably hurt her more than it did him. Ned was swept away by his Nona and a flock of his cousins.

"I'm so proud of you, Peter," she said. Her eyes were teary when she let him go. Peter didn't mind that he teared up with her.

"Thanks, May." Behind them someone cleared their throat and Peter turned around. An excited heat burned his cheeks. "Mr. Stark!"

"Hey, kid!" the man said with a grin. He looked sharp as ever and in his hands was a bouquet of roses. Tony held out his arms and Peter felt his heart flutter as he stepped into him. His arms were snug and warm. Their bodies pressed together without tension. Tony's head rested against his. "I'm proud of you, too, you know."

"Yeah," Peter sighed. "Thanks."

They separated and Peter looked up at his mentor. The man looked so adoring.

"I have a present for you."

"Yeah, I saw. They're beautiful, Mr. Stark!" Peter happily took the roses from him.

"Oh, I have more than that."

"You didn't have to do that, sir.

"Well actually, Peter," May joined in. "Tony and I were talking and we agreed that you shouldn't be going off to college without everything you might need. Which is to say, he talked me into it." She laughed.

"Talk you into what?" He looked between the two of them, forehead creased with worry. "What did you two do?"

"Let's grab a few pictures and I'll show you," Tony said.

Peter eyed them both with suspicion. "What's going on?" May just laughed and pulled out her phone. They took turns getting pictures with Peter in and out of his gown while Peter's classmates all grew increasingly curious about Iron Man standing among them. He could hear the gossiping spreading through the crowd. A few moms snapped some not so subtle pictures.

"Can we wrap this up?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, I think we've got enough," May agreed. She steered Peter away from the crowd and toward the parking lot.

"This way," Tony turned away with a little wave. They only made it a few steps before a boy came bounding out of the crowd to interrupt.

"Whoa, Mr. Stark- I'm honored, sir. You must be here to award me my internship!" Flash leaned back on his heels, a smug hand smoothing down his jacket.

"Uh..." Tony looked at Peter then back at him. "Who are you? Nice to meet you, kid." He patted the boy on the shoulder and kept walking.

"Maybe next time, Flash," Peter offered as he passed. For once the guy was left speechless.

They carried on to the parking lot. A few families were inching their way across the pavement while groups lingered for hugs. They walked past them all, going straight up to the front. Tony seemed on a mission as he led the way.

At the front of the lot, sitting by itself, parked crooked to ensure no one else could park nearby in fact, was a brand new car with a massive red bow on top. Peter was wondering which lucky kid it was for right up until Tony stopped next to and gestured as if they were in a showroom.

An Audi R8. Brand new, this year's model. It was silver and black and it probably wasn't shinier than any other car, but it felt like it was. The rims looked custom. The windows were blacked out. He was half convinced Tony had gone through his search history and noticed how many times he'd look at the thing.

"What do you think?" he asked.

Peter's jaw dropped. He couldn't be serious. May put her hands on his shoulders and gave him a squeeze. "It was Tony's idea," she reminded him.

"Mr. Stark, I can't-"

Tony held up his hand. "What happened to calling me Tony? Remember that?"

"Tony," Peter corrected. "I can't accept this. I'm so sorry, but that car costs more than my college tuition." Even as he said he stood gaping in absolute awe. He couldn't resist walking over to touch the hood.

Tony waved his words away. "Forget the price tag, kid. You wanna drive it?"

"I uh-" That threw him for a loop. He was supposed to say no and keep saying no until Tony accepted his no. But he really wanted to climb inside. And to drive it? Him? He had wondered why Tony had been so adamant about teaching for the past year. No one has a car in New York unless it's to show off. In fact, Peter was pretty sure if he parked that in front of their apartment it would be stolen within ten minutes.

"Come on," Tony said, coaxing him like a stray cat. He walked around the car and opened the driver's side door. "Let's test it out."

Peter found himself bounding over to the car. He stuck his head inside and the new car smell struck him almost as hard as the custom leather seats embossed with the Spiderman emblem.

"I did the seats myself. Do you like it?"

"It's perfect, Tony! Thank you!" He threw his arms around the man, enjoying the rumble in his chest as he chuckled.

"You deserve the best, Pete. You really do." Tony's smile was twinkling when Peter finally let him go. He slid into the driver's seat and Tony shut the door for him before walking around to the other side. He looked at him. Then he looked at the push start. One foot on the brake, he started the ignition. Thrill burned up from his toes as the engine started and he couldn't help but laugh. May waved from the other side of the glass.

Peter rolled the window down. "You're not coming, May?"

"I'll see you at dinner. I've had my share of sports cars and besides I don't think Tony would appreciate me sitting on his lap."

"I wouldn't mind," Tony leaned across the center to flirt.

May rolled her eyes. "Have fun. I'll see you both at dinner." She leaned in through the window to kiss Peter's cheek. They traded enthusiastic 'love you's before Peter rolled the window back up.

"Where should we go?" Peter wrapped his hands around the steering wheel.

"Anywhere," Tony said. "So long as we make our eight o'clock reservation. That was May's only condition. I did have a few ideas though."

"I'm up for anything!"

"Great! I'll show you the way."

There wasn't a lot of room to open her up and that felt like a shame when he could just feel how powerful the engine was. Still it was far from disappointing to roll through New York in probably the coolest car ever and with probably the coolest person ever. Tony directed him to some fancy looking shops with their own dedicated parking garage. They said goodbye to Peter's new car to hit Tony's first stop.

"We're buying clothes?" Peter looked around at the racks. A saleswoman hurried over to assist them, but Tony brushed her off.

"I thought you'd like to have something nice to wear to dinner."

"What's wrong with this?" Peter gestured to the suit he wore. He was originally Ben's, but Tony had taken him to have it tailored for graduation.

"Nothing. Maybe I just want to see you try on a few things," Tony said, already skimming through a rack.

Peter blushed. He couldn't imagine what he meant by that, but it almost sounded like flirting. He was in a pleasantly overstimulated haze as he followed Tony around the shop. He helped pick out a few things, but he didn't really know what he was doing.

They made it to the dressing room almost too quickly. As if Tony knew exactly what he wanted. He set the clothes on the hooks for him then left him to it. Peter wasn't sure where to start so he grabbed the first thing he saw and put it on.

He felt a bit nervous as he stepped out of the dressing room. He felt like the jacket was wearing him more than he was wearing it. Tony was seated just outside the door. Peter did a little turn while he waited for his approval.

"No, that doesn't suit you, does it?" he commented.

"I hate it," Peter laughed with relief. Tony laughed with him.

"Try the jeans. I have a good feeling about them."

Peter went back to the dressing room and found the outfit Tony recommended. It was definitely better than the last one.

"Okay, how's this?" He modeled the outfit in front of Tony again.

Tony clapped his head together. "I'm a genius. Keep the Levi's, ditch the sweater. In fact, I have a better idea. Let's hit the next one."

"The next one? I thought we were shopping here."

Tony shrugged. "Sometimes you gotta mix and match. This place just isn't doing you justice."

Peter hurried back to his room, blushing again. Why did Tony care so much what he looked like? He probably just didn't want to be embarrassed at one of his fancy restaurants. He changed back into his graduation suit and carried everything back out. Tony helped set the extras on the return rack.

Peter carried the jeans up to the front, but he stopped as he spotted the shoes along the wall.

"See something you like?" Tony asked. Peter nodded. "Well, go on. We're celebrating you today. Whatever you want. Just ask."

Peter walked over to shoes and found a box labeled with his size. He slid it out from the shelf.

"Doc Martin's? Let's see 'em on," Tony encouraged. He took the jeans from his hands and followed him over to the bench. Peter kicked off his shoes and slipped his feet into the boots instead.

Tony knelt down, without hesitating, to do up the laces for him. Peter stared at the top of his salt and pepper head, grateful that Tony couldn't see how much he was blushing. He felt like a princess and not in a bad way.

"How do they fit?" Tony stood, then he pulled Peter up to his feet.

Peter swallowed. "They're great." He looked down at the shoes. He'd never owned real Doc's before. Just some gently used knockoffs he'd been lucky to find at the thrift store.

"Perfect. We'd better move if we don't want to be late. Unless you see something else you want?"

Peter shook his head, already overwhelmed. He followed Tony to the register. Then they were two bags heavier as they walked down the street.

"Dior?" Tony mused as they passed more shops. "Channel. No..." Tony looked at him. He smiled. "I know where. Come on."

Tony grabbed Peter's hand. They walked faster now. Fast enough, that they both ended up laughing at Tony's enthusiasm. Then Peter saw the sign above the door and planted his feet.

"Tony, come on... Saint Laurent?" He chewed his lip.

Tony leaned towards him conspiratorially. "Peter. I'm a millionaire. This is like Kmart to me."

"I'm gonna barf." Just the exterior of the shop looked expensive.

"Well, do it now before you're in your new Saint Laurent's."

Peter took a breath. Maybe the idea of buying clothes brand new gave him a mild panic attack, but he did really like what he saw in the window. "Okay."

This time Peter pulled Tony along as they went inside. He let the man lead him around again, ignoring the overly helpful staff seemingly only to notice Peter and the pile of clothes he intended to put him in. It all blurred together until Peter was once again in a dressing room.

"Let's try the vest with the jeans," Tony called through the doors. He could see his shadow under the door where he leaned against the wall.

Peter put the outfit together hoping this was the last time he had to get in and out of that suit. It was a soft brown vest over a comfortable white T. Tony was right as always, it looked really good with the jeans. He stepped out of the stall.

"How do I look?"

"Gorgeous," Tony said, almost sighing. "You look gorgeous."

"Yeah? It looks good right?" Peter smoothed down the vest.

"You look good," Tony agreed.

Peter's face felt hot. He stared down at his shoes for a while and when he looked back up, Tony was staring at him strangely.

"Are you okay?"

Tony sniffed. He turned his head away quickly. "I'm great, kid. Why don't you wear that out? Well have them cut the tags off." He walked away from the dressing room leaving Peter deeply confused. He turned around and looked in the mirror again. He did look really good.

Peter threw his new shoes on and followed Tony back out to the front. Sinking into the passenger seat of his new Audi, he finally relaxed.

"Thank you, Tony," Peter said. "And I'm sorry I made a fuss about all the shopping."

"Don't mention it, Pete. Did you have a good time?"

"I really did!" Peter smiled. "You had fun right?"

"Yeah. We should do this again," Tony agreed. "And I mean we really should do this again, not like we just say we'll do it again and then we don't."

Peter laughed. "Definitely."

Something felt different. Something felt... different. They'd spent a lot of time together in the lab. But it was different like this. Tony wasn't teaching him things, instructing him. Which, when he thought about it, Tony hadn't needed to teach him much lately anyway. Things were different. Warmer somehow. Tony was like family, but that was different too. That wasn't quite it. It was...

Oh.

But that wasn't right was it? Or maybe he was right to think Tony was flirting with him. Or maybe it didn't matter anyway. Maybe it was okay to love Tony even if he didn't love him back in that way.

Peter rubbed his palms against his jeans. Yeah... it was okay.

They found a parking spot on the street. The idea of leaving the car there made Peter nervous, but he supposed he'd have to get used to that. Besides, Tony had probably put a tracking device in it. It wouldn't get far. Tony turned the car off. For a moment, they sat in silence.

"Peter..." Tony started. "I've been thinking."

Peter looked at him. He had that strange look on his face again.

"We should spend more time together. If you want to. Before you leave for school. Not that I won't come visit because I will if you want me to it's just-"

Peter blinked. Tony was rambling. Rambling. Tony Stark. Peter reached across the car and put his hand on his arm. Tony stopped talking. They stared at each other. When Tony leaned towards, just a half an inch, Peter took it all the way.

Tony's hand slid over his ribs to pull him closer, just a hair, as they kissed. Then he so very gently, Tony pushed him back. His smile was soft.

"You want to uh... I mean maybe tomorrow night. We could do dinner. Just us?"

Peter laughed softly. "Yeah, of course."

"Well then. Let's not keep May waiting." Tony jumped out of the car and ran around to get Peter's door. He laughed as Tony helped him out. They walked arm in arm down the street to the restaurant where May was waiting.

The host led them to their table. May stood as they approached and pulled Peter into a hug.

"You look so handsome!" she squealed. She held his face in her hands and her eyes went teary once more.

Peter pulled her back into his arms. "I'm not leaving forever, you know. I'll come home. I promise."

"That's why I let Tony get you the car." She gave him a sly smile as he let her go. Laughing, Peter pulled out her chair for her and they all sat down. Tony's hand brushed against his and Peter took it. He seemed almost silly, holding hands under the table when Tony was probably too old for sneaking touches. May's eyes flicked between them and he saw the moment it clicked for her. Peter's stomach knotted.

"May-"

"So," she interrupted. "You two had fun today?"

"We did. We had a great time," Tony answered.

Peter jumped up from the table as her eyes narrowed. "May, can I talk to you?" He pulled her chair out and half dragged her away. They found a quiet spot near the bathrooms.

"What is going on?" she asked firmly. She wasn't mad yet, but Peter weighed his words.

"Nothing. We just really like each other. It only just happened today."

"What exactly happened?"

"I uh..." Peter stared at the fake plant tucked into the corner. He babbled all the words out before panic could set in. "I realized that I love him. And maybe I'm in love with him. And that he seemed to like me, too. And then I kissed him. And he said maybe tomorrow we could have a date."

May took a breath. Peter looked at her face again. "See, nothing."

She nodded. "And you love him?"

"I really do, May."

"What if this is like your hero worship thing?"

"Then it'll end awkwardly and I'll be super embarrassed, but don't you think it's worth taking that chance?"

May put her hands on his shoulders. She looked into his eyes, searching in that way she always does. "Okay. But no funny business for three dates at least. Maybe even for." She held up her hand. "Not because I'm against sex, but because this is an unusual situation and I'm only hesitantly agreeing to allow it."

Peter smiled. "Thanks, May. You wanna go read him the riot act?"

"I think it would be a little bit ineffective on Iron Man." She snorted a laugh. "My kid's dating Tony Stark, who knew?"

Peter laughed. "Dating is a strong word. We should go before he thinks we snuck out the back."

They made their way back to the table and sat down again. Tony started to speak, but May held up her hand.

"Don't. You have my tentative permission to be an extreme gentleman with my Peter," she said. "Who I love very much and would do anything for including life in prison."

Tony nodded. "I completely understand."

Peter rolled his eyes. "Did someone order an appetizer? I'm starving. We've been running around for hours."

He took Tony's hand again, under the table. He gave him a reassuring squeeze. They ate one handed, refusing to let go. Dinner went as it always did. Tony made everyone laugh, while May made bad jokes of her own, and Peter chatted excitedly about his future. Then afterward, they all stood outside under twinkling city lights.

"I'll call an Uber home," Tony said.

"What? No," Peter argued.

Tony gave him a soft smile. His hand rested gently on Peter's arm. "Why don't you give May a ride home? I'll see you tomorrow."

"But..." Peter chewed his lip.

"You two go. I'll call a cab," May said.

"Are you sure? I could call Happy-"

"No, that's okay," May laughed. She gave Peter a hug and a look that said she was excited for him. Peter squeezed her extra tight. They waited until May's car arrived. Hands tucked together, they waved her off. Peter's stomach fluttered with butterflies as he realized it was just the two of them.

"I've probably got, what, a week left to live?" Tony said.

"What?" Peter looked at him stunned, but Tony just smiled.

"She didn't seem too pleased with me."

Peter shrugged. "Guess you'd better watch your back, Iron Man."

"I'd rather watch yours," he said, raising an eyebrow.

"I think you did plenty of that already today."

Tony started to lead the way back to Peter's car. His very own car. "What you have to understand, Mr. Parker, is that I am insatiable."

Peter blushed. His mind wandered to what other areas might make Tony so "insatiable". They found the car and Peter slid in behind the wheel. He looked at Tony sitting beside him. Then he took a deep breath.

"Everything okay?" Tony frowned at him, but his forehead wasn't quite creased with his deeply worried lines.

"Yeah. I'm great." Peter started the car and pulled out into the road. They were quiet for a while as they moved through traffic. Peter felt himself buzzing with all of the excitement of the day. Graduation, a new car, Tony. It was overwhelming really.

"This isn't the way to your apartment," Tony noted as they moved along.

"Don't get any ideas," Peter teased. "I'm just dropping you off."

"I could fly home. I've got my suit."

"I think we're going to have enough rumors circulating by the end of the day. We haven't been in public together that much before and people definitely noticed."

"Really? I didn't even see them."

"Yeah right," Peter laughed.

"No, I mean it. I was a bit preoccupied."

Peter's skin warmed. "Do you mean that?" he said quietly.

"Of course I do."

Tony's garage opened up like it knew Peter's car. In fact, it probably did. He must have stored it here while he was customizing things. Putting all of his love into every little part. Peter turned the car off. He turned in the seat and looked at Tony. He still looked so worried.

"Tony?" He paused as they looked into each other's eyes. "I love you. I don't know if what you feel for me is like that-"

"It is. Of course it is." Almost looked pained by the confession. "I've loved enough people to know what it feels like. I've been pretty privileged there. I also know when love is different. When it's something special."

Peter's eyes welled with tears. "Yeah?" He cracked a wet smile.

"Yeah," Tony smiled back as emotion overcame him, too.

Peter looked away, unsure of what to do now. He knew it wasn't the right time to stay the night. He wasn't ready. This whole thing felt a little bit terrifying, but he also felt like words just weren't enough. And it was funny, because they had already kissed once. It shouldn't be so hard to do it again. But it was different now with those words in the air between them. Only when he looked back at Tony, he felt sure.

He grabbed him. Two fists in his clothes and pulled him across the car. He pressed their mouths together, too hard at first, until he relaxed his hold a bit. Tony laughed and Peter did, too. He struggled for a moment to just let the moment happen, let their kisses be tender. All of that pent up excitement was burning through him. Then it was sweet and Tony's hands were warm on his face and it was exactly what words just couldn't say.

They stopped and Peter looked at those wide brown eyes. "Goodnight, Tony," he whispered.

"Goodnight, Peter." Tony gave him a last quick kiss before he stepped out of the car.

Peter headed back out onto the street, eager to see what tomorrow would bring.

#starker #marvel #graduation #fluff

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cyber-corp · 9 months

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A """summary""" of Homestuck: Act 6 Part 1

by someone who's glad they've gone back to basics for a bit

Let's (for a brief, fleeting moment) start again nice and simple.

It is the 11th of November, 2011 and today a young girl named Jane Crocker is excited to play the alpha for a game that comes out today called SBURB. How fun!

Jane here is heiress to Betty Crocker's baked goods empire (as mentioned previously in Nannasprite's story), and there is also set to be a major rebranding initiative happening today as well. She likes baking, detective stories, as well as the occasional jape.

But look out! There's another guy! His name is Jake English, and he's quite fond of action-adventure flicks, guns, and blue alien chicks. Fucking freak he is.

Jake is currently helping/pestering Jade, his ectodaughter/dead grandma who is set to give it to John (Jake's relations with him is yet to be revealed), before realising that it'll need a bit of uranium to be finished. He only can get it through a boy called Dirk Strider, (unfortunately), and his Brobot which just so happens to be the only source of uranium on the island that Jake lives on.

Before he pesters Dirk, Jake gets a message from someone (presumably a troll) named UU. They essentially tell him "hey!!! go for it!! i believe in yoU!!! also this event is extremely important timeline-wise, so dont screw it Up!!!!"

Jake attempts to get to Dirk about uranium, only to get the equivalent of an AI-based answering machine, much to his dismay.

He then heads out of the island's forest (with the dread of the Brobot lingering) and into the open. He witnesses the beautiful fauna on display.

Too beautiful for comfort.

Jake attempts a getaway, before being swarmed by a large swarm of fairy bulls! Whatever shall he do now? But not to worry, because a certain BrotherRobot has come to rescue!

He then immediately gets his ass kicked royally, (complete with Tensei's amazing score) and blacks out. He has a dream about someone who kinda looks like Vriska???? But isn't really??? Maybe it's one of the prophecy people that Doc Scratch was talking about??? Or undead Vriska??? idk man.....

He tells Roxy Lalonde about this, who panics because everyone in the group is attracted to Jake in some way. He is a harem protag, apparently.

Anyway, while Jane has the most relatable moment in all of Homestuck by awkwardly confirming her and Jake's 'friendship', Brobot tears out its own heart, then blows itself up, giving Jake the uranium he needs. He also confesses to Jane that he and Dirk would be a good couple!!!!

The Alpha Gang have proved themselves to be superior to the Beta Gang by being gay.

Jake is last seen in this chapter heading down the frog temple, presumably to finally send that package.

Where was I? Oh yeah, Jane!

So CrockerCorp undergoes its big rebranding, changing its symbol to a fork instead of a spoon, which will have very big implications later on.

After UU pesters her about the nature of the game she will play, she continues to look out the window, to no game yet in her mailbox.

While pestering a ditzy girl named Roxy Lalonde, she just so happens to notice that her mailbox flappy thing is up, meaning the game is finally here! She dons a shitty disguise to confuse her dad (which is the same as John's dad), and, with the help of Dirk's robot bunny Lil Seb creating a massive hole in the wall, she lass scampers out of there.

She opens the mailbox, which then proceeds to fucking explode, knocking her out and sending her to Prospit, where Jack Noir ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵏᶦˡˡˢ ʰᵉʳ ᵍᵒᵈᵈᵃᵐᵐᶦᵗ before she wakes up.

I think at this point I am completely past the point of no return and have no choice but to cosplay as Gamzee with nothing but grey Sharpie. Other than that, Homestuck continues to keep itself fresh and interesting through established lore (probably from a page you don't even remember because you were too distracted by Karkat yelling).

Even more excited to see where this goes!

#jane crocker #jake english #jack noir #homestuck #alpha kids #roxy lalonde #dirk strider #gecko boy #gecko boy reads homestuck #also guy fieri could smash the supreme court no contest

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cartoonscientist · 7 months

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oh mannn so after I typed up that alternate timelines post I hammered this out in like a day because I was just POSSESSED

it's also on ao3 here if you prefer that

And They Lived Happily Ever After -or- Weird, Pretty, Pretty Weird

ships: Magic Woman/Ice King, Betty Grof/Simon Petrikov

summary: The Ice King reflects on how everything changed when a special lady mysteriously showed up in his life. Or, one love story recorded over another on an old VHS tape.

notes: contains colorful ableist language and references to sex and violence. and manga.

Ice King didn’t really know where the weird pretty lady had come from. She just flew into his window one day and asked to go on a date, like an angel or a beautiful seagull. It reminded him of a comic he was pretty sure he’d read, about a sad lonely guy who wakes up to find a girl who, get this, is already his girlfriend in his apartment. He’d always thought that sounded like a pretty good deal, just a nice lady who would love you and be friends with you without you having to put in any of that pesky flirting legwork. What busy, high-powered wizard had time for things like that anyway?

It wasn’t all perfect to begin with. She actually kind of stressed him out at first, always acting like she had important things to do that he couldn’t understand. She would startle and run off and start talking to herself when he just wanted her to stay and hang out. Worse, she even tried to get him to do boring complicated things that sucked and made him feel bad. The pretty weird lady was kind of a scary pretty weird lady sometimes, come to think of it.

But it seemed like maybe she just needed to spend more time getting to know him to really relax and get out of her shell. There was a time he thought she wasn’t going to see him again. They had a fight, or at least they did according to her, and she said she needed time to process things. She was talking really fast, saying a lot of words that would get you a lot of points in Scrabble. It didn’t really register with him because he was too disappointed that he’d somehow managed to make her upset again . Women and their mysteries, right?

Apparently she processed them really well! He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before she came back (it was hard to maintain a calendar when the pages would just end up scribbled on and scattered across the castle), but she was the happiest he’d ever seen her. She was darting and dancing around the way she did when she got excited, and as soon as she saw him she ran up to him and gave him a hug, bouncing with enthusiasm even as she held him.

“Simon!” She squealed, nuzzling into the side of his beard. It didn’t really make sense because it wasn’t his name, but it was her special pet name for him and he thought it was kind of cute. Weird ladies with their weird nicknames.

“Hey, you! You’re doin’ a lot better now!” He sniffed her hair, a privilege he got to enjoy as her Boyfriend. She pulled away and looked up at his face, still smiling.

“What was I doing before?”

“Oh, you know. You were all down in the dumps. It’s not real important. But now you’re good!”

“I am so good, you wouldn’t believe.” She did a little spin and as she did, tossed a bolt of pink energy at a nearby boulder that left behind the smoldering engraving of two bees kissing, with the appropriate floating love hearts.

He learned more about her on their dates, which were pretty crazy awesome to tell you the truth. It seemed like she knew all the best spots in Ooo to collect spell ingredients, or just have a seapolyp fight or snuggle under a crying willow. He was embarrassed to admit he didn’t travel much, mostly to places like the laundromat and the Magic General, but she just said he was adorable, which made him like her even more.

He learned that she was a wizard too, but didn’t go to meetups, and she called herself Magic Woman.

“Look!” She said, excited, holding aloft a section of warped branch. “I found this when I was stalking the forest for shrooms. It really looks like, like, a prehistoric fish? And I did some magic stuff to it too. To enhance the effect. I get immense vibes from it.”

“Woah.” He traced the lines with a claw. “This is like, a super advanced artifact.” Magic Woman was so cool and good at being a wizard that it almost made him jealous sometimes, but then he would remember that she was his girlfriend and it would change to pride. Something about taking something from her and holding it, examining it, something important, that they found… Deja vu could be so weird.

“So, um, I thought, if you like it, you can have it. As a romantic gift.”

“Wow, that’s probably one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me!” He planted a messy kiss on the lens of her glasses and she giggled. “I’m gonna put it right on top of my microwave so I can look at it whenever I go in the kitchen. That’s a spot for special stuff!”

This pleased her greatly, and she almost threw him off balance tackling him with a hug. “ Yes! That’s exactly what I wanted to happen! I’m a freakin’ genius!” She devolved into a bout of contagious laughter and they ended up cackling together on the icy floor.

After they had regained their breath, Ice King thought of something that he was pretty sure he’d thought of before but forgotten before he could ask it. “You’re such an awesome, nice, pretty magic lady, and I was hecka lonely for like, ever before you showed up. Where did you even come from?”

She stopped to think for a moment. “You know, I don’t know! Mars, maybe? Mars feels like the right answer.”

“Heh! I don’t know where I’m from either! Crazy how we have so much in common, huh?” His left hand found a discarded fleece blanket that was only slightly dirty, and he clumsily started wrapping it around them before Magic Woman helpfully straightened it out. “But if you are from Mars, that’s cool! My girlfriend is from Mars.” He couldn’t help but beam saying it. His girlfriend. His. Girlfriend. Who slept over at his house all the time and really, really loved him.

“My boyfriend is an ice wizard with a karaoke machine that has two microphone jacks!” She grinned and hugged him again. That was one of the great things about her, she was so energetic and full of affection. It seemed like her magic was electric and vibrating, and so she was too, unlike his cold, harsh elemental magic. Then her mood seemed to shift a little, to something more serious. “Look. You wanna talk realness, Simon? You wanna go into some serious, uncut Wiz Biz to get your fix, scratch your eldritch knowledge itch?” Her hair had begun to blow lightly in some unseen breeze, which meant she was feeling some intense stuff. Maybe ready to unleash all kinds of powers.

“Yeah! I’m open to all the weird stuff!”

“Okay. So like, inside my brain, I see the cosmos. That shit is always rotating, it’s gyrating, pulsating, complicating, undulating, aggregating, contemplating… It makes me crazy good at magic because I can see all the little guys holding hands that our reality is made of.” She waved her hands broadly for effect. “I think it pointed me to you, because all I can remember about coming here is wanting to see you. And now that we’re together I feel like… I found someone I was missing. Does that sound weird? I feel like I missed you for a long time even though I don’t think I ever knew you before. But it feels like I knew you, and we were friends. More.”

“Honey, you’re gonna need to print me up a TV Guide if you want me to follow all that.” He paused. “But… you know what, I think I get it. I kinda feel like I know you too, but I didn’t wanna tell you because the ladies don’t always take that stuff so good.”

“Then we’re cosmically fated to be soulmates!”

“You really think so?”

“Yeah! I really really think so.”

—

“Boys! Your cool big brother has good news!”

Finn looked up from his attempt to whittle a toy sword, which was admittedly turning out more like a bent popsicle stick. Ice King and Betty were walking- no, they were skipping? Something like skipping but less coordinated? Towards him, hand in hand. He jumped up straight into a standing position from his cross-legged pose on the grass and almost tossed his project aside before reconsidering and setting it gently on a nearby stump. Jake didn’t feel up to moving yet, so he simply rotated his head 360 degrees. “Hey, Simon! It looks like you and Betty worked things out, huh? That’s great!”

Betty cocked her head to the side, amused. “Who’s Betty? Is that one of your little pengies, Simon?”

“Nah, that one’s not in the rotation yet. It’s a cool name, though! Really pretty.” An idea came to him suddenly. “Hey, you know how you call me Simon as our special couple thing? Your girlfriend codename can be Betty if you want.” She seemed to like this idea.

Finn looked out of the corner of his eye at Jake, who pulled his mouth tight and gave a tiny shrug. He felt kind of sick and cold, the way he did if he realized a monster had been stalking him for miles without his knowledge.

“That’s actually what we came here to tell you about!” Betty crowed, sounding unusually melodic. “We’re going steady now and we’re gonna get officially soulbound in Wizard City this winter.” She looped her arms around Ice King’s shoulders and dropped into a dead weight, almost toppling him. “Two moonrises sealed inside a crystal coffin with fragrant herbs, our blood circulating into one another’s veins through the palms of our hands… It’s going to be so romantic!” A squeal that would have been girlish were it not so discordant.

“And you’re invited!” Ice King added, handing Finn a crumpled napkin with some markings scrawled on it in ballpoint pen.

“Don’t worry! I’ll make fancier invitations later and they’ll explode into birds and butterflies and stuff when you open them.” She wiggled her fingers. “They’ll be super cool, you’ll see!”

“That’s awesome, dude.” Jake gave the couple a thumbs up. “I’m really happy you two found each other, you seem really good together. Happy.”

“Jake, can I take you aside for a sec to talk about… chimichangas? Like the logistics of chimichangas?” Finn asked, somewhat nervously.

“No problem, you know I’m up for an emergency fried burrito discussion any time of the day.” Jake replied. “Hey, can you lovebirds give us a second?”

They walked some distance away, and Jake casually shaped himself into a small dome tent so they could have some privacy. Finn was wringing his hands, something he didn’t normally do. “I’m not alone in thinking this whole thing is super messed up, right? I was worried Betty would get all messed up from Magic Man’s nasty-ass body moisture, and she totally did! And now neither of them remember who they are and it’s so frikkin creepy! That’s worse, right? That’s twice the crazy wizards now.”

“Finn. Finnland. Little Finn bro.” Jake stretched an arm down from the ceiling and gently patted the human’s shoulder. “Sure, stuff happens that isn’t ideal. People get messed up all kinds of ways as they walk the highway of life, man. I mean, now at least they’re both equally donked, right? Betty doesn’t miss her old boyfriend and now Simon has a mashed potato brain lady friend to keep him company.”

“I guess.” He sighed. “It just seems wrong. She wanted to help Simon so bad and now she’s just… fine with everything.”

“Maybe it was stressing her out, trying to help him. They both seem like they’re doing much better, right? Sometimes you try to build a go-cart and you end up just having a good time playin’ around with the fruit crates. I get that they’re weird and kinda scary, but they’re having a good time.”

“Maybe.” Finn bedgrudged. “It just makes me really sad that Betty time traveled here and everything, and she just ended up turning into another magic person with Problems.”

“It is sad.” Jake said. “But it’s less sad than if like, she fell into a volcano or got eaten by a giant bear or whatever. At least now they can be together.”

“Yeah…”

“Now let’s get back out there and ask those two nuts where they registered for freaky blood magic sex coffin gifts.”

“...Sure, bro. Probably at the weird cursed stuff store, right?” He still couldn't really get on board with the whole thing, but if it was true that they were happy... He didn't feel comfortable even holding any of that information in his brain yet. But he would probably only make things worse if he got upset. Simon could be really sensitive, and Betty was already acting emotionally weird the last time he saw her...

“Haha, probably! Wizards, man.”

“Yeah. Wizards.”

#adventure time fanfic #adventure time #petrigrof #ice king #betty grof #simon petrikov

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I am on a cheesy movie kick & this is the direct result. It's corny and fluffy and not done yet. Check back for part 2 soon! Oh & leave a comment if you'd like to be on the tag list. I'll add you to part 2!

It all starts with Black Betty.

Steve is in his new rental studying for his comps when the loud music begins to play. Though it’s not the worst sound in the world, Steve’s brain focusing in on it is not ideal. He is renting a place off the mainland in hopes of getting through the slump of cramming without any distractions.

Clearly, that’s not going to happen, not even in this new place.

All is well until Molly starts to whine. Steve’s so in love with that dog that he immediately stops what he’s doing to investigate. “Are you still feeling bad, Molly girl?”

She stops whimpering when Steve puts a hand on her but she still seems a little off. Getting up from his chair, Steve prompts Molly to sit up when he notices it – there’s the smallest little swell to her stomach.

It takes no time at all for Steve to abandon his books and stalk out his back door, instead. There’s an unruly boy dog that lives in the house next door that Steve is absolutely positive is the culprit. Sweet Molly follows him out the door, though her steps are lethargic and slow, further driving home Steve’s diagnosis.

“Hey, excuse me – “ Steve says, practically shouting over the music.

He’s just mad enough not to notice the true beauty of the man sitting on an old wooden beach chair right away, though that changes quickly. Steve’s immediately transfixed by a thick head of dark brown curls and the biggest chocolate eyes he’s ever seen. A flare of lust settles in his belly – it’s the first one in a long, long time.

Though, that too is easily forgotten when Molly whines again and Steve remembers why he made the trek out of the house in the first place. By now, the music’s been turned down and his neighbor’s attention is completely on him.

“You’re my new neighbor, aren’t you? I’ve seen you watching me from the porch.”

Steve scoffs at the question, both because it’s annoying and the stranger’s voice is disgustingly hot. Is it too much to hope for a bad attitude to come from such a gorgeous creature?

“I haven’t been watching you. We live within 100 yards of each other, where else am I supposed to look?” There’s something so adorably obnoxious about the man before him that Steve continues, unable to decide if he’s truly upset or he just likes the fight they’re heading for.

His neighbor starts to laugh, even puts up both of his hands in surrender. “I’m just playing. I’ve noticed you, that’s all.”

“You’re hilarious,” Steve says, ignoring the beautiful man’s easy compliment.

“What’s say we start over, huh? You can have a seat and I’ll grab you a beer. As a peace offering.” His neighbor is almost out of his seat already when Steve gets himself back together enough to answer. He’s surprised how much he wants to ditch the books and join this rude man.

“I’m fine, honestly.”

“Oh, come on. Have a beer – I’m trying to be neighborly.”

“I don’t want one, thank you.” Steve reaches up to run a hand through his hair, a little exasperated. But, so does his neighbor. It’s almost like their movements are in sync.

The eeriness is hard to shake off.

“Well, I’m Eddie. And this little guy,” the man, Eddie, says as he reaches down to pet the dog Steve’s out here to complain about in the first place, “is Bugsy.”

Steve stares down at the dog in hopes that his lingering glare will relay his very unhappy message. Instead, the silence it causes is heavy. So much so that Eddie works to fill it in.

“This is usually where you tell me your name. Introduce yourself.”

Without thought, Steve shook his head. “No, I don’t think I will.”

Eddie is taken aback for the briefest of moments but eventually pushes on. “Then what can I do for you, neighbor? You sure looked amped up when you came barreling over here.”

Suddenly, Steve’s anger returns with a vengeance. “Your dog, that stink butt, knocked up my dog. My sweet little Molly!”

The smirk that takes over Eddie’s face is almost enough to have Steve swinging, but he holds onto his composure. He’s about to be a master’s graduate, fist fitting would be unbecoming.

Though, the urge is so very strong.

Especially when Eddie’s look turns into a laugh.

Things do not get any better after that. Steve is determined to pin Molly’s condition on the rascally dog, despite the knowing look Eddie has on his face. When the man tells him to check out one of the local vets in town, Steve almost chucks the card back into his neighbor’s face. While he knows he’ll be there bright and early the next morning, Steve isn’t very inclined to back down. Not even when he’s the obvious fool.

Which… becomes very apparent the next day when Steve walks into the vet’s office to see that Dr. Munson of Munson’s Veterinary Care is none other than Steve’s neighbor himself. His cocky smile makes Steve’s heart thump in his chest, though he swears it’s because of hatred, not burning desire.

In the end, Steve gives up his name and finds out that Bugsy is a fixed dog incapable of being the father to Molly’s puppies. He feels stupid enough that he doesn’t even insult Eddie when he so affectionately says, “you are the most bothersome person alive.” In fact, he’s a little weak for it.

Steve manages to keep his feelings under wraps for another couple of weeks before he’s desperate and goes running to Eddie for help. Molly’s been trying to deliver her pups for a while and nothing’s happening – other than her increasingly harrowing whimpers of pain. It’s gone too far and Steve knows Eddie will help.

Eddie, despite it being the middle of the night when Steve knocks, doesn’t hesitate to run across their yards and come to Molly’s aid. The pups are there within the next half an hour and Molly is once again safe and happy. Steve’s so overcome, he forgets to try and be upset with his rude neighbor.

Their banter is flirty instead of argumentative.

“Thank you so much for helping her. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.” The admission makes Steve’s cheeks heat up, but he presses on. “Molly’s my girl.”

There’s a second where staring is the only thing that happens. Eddie’s big, brown eyes look at Steve as if he’s a puzzle that the man’s finally figured out. His gaze is so steady, Steve is disoriented when it eventually breaks.

Denying their chemistry after that is pretty futile. Steve makes dinner for Eddie the next night and the rest is history.

Steve graduates with Eddie by his side.

When the time comes that their relationship is put on trial, Eddie chases Steve down to bring him back home. Though, it’s with a shiny ring on his finger and a promise of forever that Steve wasn’t all that sure he had before.

They marry in front of the water that connects their two houses and keep them both, though Eddie’s place is their home base. Eddie adds another beat up wooden chair to his perch by the dock and their dogs find a way to cohabitate, despite Molly still not being Bugsy’s biggest fan.

Their family grows by one mouth a couple years later. Blue, their baby girl, is a happy accident that neither Steve nor Eddie is ever going to regret. Her arrival into the world is a whirlwind but they figure it out. Fatherhood, fortunately, fits them like a glove. Steve glows when he holds Blue and Eddie never stops making noises or funny faces to entertain the little girl.

It quickly becomes clear that just the one isn’t enough. Robin, always the reliable friend, offers to surrogate for them. It’s the best decision they’ve ever made. The little boy she gives birth to has big chocolate brown eyes that stare up at them. Travis comes home to a big sister and two dogs that love him from the moment Steve carries his car seat inside.

For all intents and purposes, things are amazing. Steve’s life is even better than he ever imagined it to be.

Except it’s not. Not really.

Eddie’s busy life at the clinic makes it easy for Steve to feel neglected. Between the hustle of having two kids and both of them working full time jobs, it’s hard to find some time for just the two of them. Especially when Eddie has trouble saying no to old ladies and their fickle cats.

After one missed date, Steve’s ready to make up for lost time. When he pulls into the restaurant for their makeup dinner and doesn’t see Eddie’s van, he tries not to get upset. Three glasses of wine later, Steve’s far past understanding and is mad as hell. He quietly pays the bill, seething on the inside.

He waits to unleash his ire until he’s in the car. “Eddie Munson, this is your husband calling. I can’t believe you stood me up on another date. That’s two now, baby. I need you to come bother me, Eddie. You’re never around – “

Steve’s stopped midsentence by a car slamming into the driver’s side door. His preoccupation makes him slow to react, though it’s futile, anyway. He tries hard to get his hands back onto the wheel, yet he’s already too late. The car rolls and turns and flips over with Steve along for the ride. The last thought he has before it all fades to black is of Eddie and his beautiful face.

He so desperately wanted to see him one last time.

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #the choice au #bobbie writes #steve harrington x eddie munson #bother me baby #that's probably what i'll call this #steddie ficlets #ficlets #short things

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Avenger Lane Chapter Three

Summary: You and your wife Quinn move your family outside of New York City to Avenger Lane; a small private suburbia. There you face your toughest obstacle of your marriage. Will your marriage with Quinn be strong enough when a certain redheaded beauty captures your attention?

Parings: Quinn Fabray x G!P Reader / eventual Natasha x G!P Reader

Warnings: Smut in this chapter!

Word Count: 10,594

A/N: Originally this was like 4k words, but since I didn't post last week I figured I'd make it extra long for you guys. Let me know what y’all think and drop a review 😅

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Avenger Lane

Chapter Three: Angel

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Natasha turned from the closed curtains to her phone that rang on her nightstand.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Tasha.”

“Bruce? Where are you calling from?” She questioned furrowing her brows looking at the foreign number.

“I dropped my phone in the lake.” He sighed. “I was trying to grab a specimen and I fell in.”

“Okay.” She said, trying not to laugh at the mental image in her head of Bruce falling in the lake.

“I’m at the store now trying to get a new phone but they need your authorization which is ridiculous considering I’m the one that pays for it!” He yelled at the employee.

“Bruce calm down, stop yelling at the employee and give them the phone.” The redhead rolled her eyes before rattling off to the employee before they handed it back to Bruce.

“Thanks.” He sighed feeling his frustrations start to dwindle.

“You’re welcome. So is that the only reason you’re calling me? I haven’t heard from you in a while and you call me to help you get a new phone?”

“I’m sorry it’s just I’ve been swamped out here.”

“I thought that’s why you have Betty?” She countered.

“Tasha, come on don’t start.”

“I wasn’t aware I was starting anything.”

Bruce sighed into the phone. “I have to go.”

“Of course you do.” She chuckled before hanging up the phone.

She sighed she wasn’t angry. She wasn’t sad. Truthfully she nothing’ed him. Truthfully she was biding her time, and he knew it too. They were both biding their time. She sighed, staring up at the ceiling; thinking back to the events that led her to first meet him.

Natasha's modeling career never dwindled because of her looks she was black listed. One day the modeling agency lost its CEO, the very one that had climbed her way to the top after finding Natasha. Unfortunately a man was put in her place.

She remembers the day he called her to his office. He had told her that her visa was almost up and that he could finally get her citizenship. IF and only IF she slept with not him but a competitor of his, of course Natasha immediately said no. He begged her to reconsider and she told him his most hated word ‘No.’.

Before the end of the week was over no one would hire her. No one. Not even smaller modeling agencies. He took away her career and her chance at citizenship.

That’s when she was sitting in a coffee shop crying because she had to video call her family and tell them their chances of coming to the states was slim to none unless she could think of something else. Dreykov had already reported her to Immigration and she was dodging them left and right. She had her hands against her face when she felt a small tap on her shoulder.

“Hi, I’m sorry to bother you, it's just that I overheard your phone call.”

“You understand Russian?” She furrowed her brows.

“Well bits and pieces I spent a year in Moscow once for research purposes. My name is Doctor Bruce Banner.” He smiled awkwardly before gesturing to the chair in front of her,

She nodded.

He sat down quickly earning glances from the other patrons around the cafe. He placed his coffee down and set the other in front of her.

“Thank you.” She whispered.

“I heard what your boss did. I am so sorry. That’s terrible!”

She nodded.

“This may be crazy, absolutely insane but there is a way for you to get citizenship and still help your family.”

She looked up while studying him. “Like what?”

“Well the easiest way would be marriage.”

Natasha scoffed, rolling her eyes at him of course this is what he wants all men are the same he’ll probably ask her to sleep with him too.

“Oh no it’s not like that at all. I really just want to help you. I-I’ve never done anything-“ he looks around before whispering. “Illegal before.”

“Why would you want to help me? What’s in it for you?” She questioned him.

“Nothing is in it for me!” He said quickly.

She raised her brow at him.

“Okay so I…” he cleared his throat. “It’ll make me sound very shallow, but I recently got out of a relationship I thought would go to distance.” He sighed and took a sip from his cup. “Anyway I have a lot of events I have to go to where I basically kiss rich peoples asses until they give me money for my science projects.” He chuckled. “Betty- my ex will be at those events and I don’t-“

“You want her to be jealous.” Natasha added,

“Yes!” He apologized to a glaring woman next to their table.

“So I’ll be the trophy wife?” She raised her brow.

“Yup basically. You’re gorgeous. Betty would rage, and all those rich bureaucrats will be shoving money in my hands just for a chance to talk with you. Plus I’m pretty sure there is a way for me to sponsor your family as well.”

“Can I think about it?” She asked furrowing her brows.

“Oh yeah of course. Of course take as long as you need.” Bruce stood before taking his wallet out and handing her a card. “Call me. Let me know what you think.”

Needless to say Natasha with little to no options broke down a couple days later and called Bruce.

“I’ll do it.”

“That’s-“

“Ground rules; we are not actually a couple, and we will not be having sex together.”

“Of course, of course!”

Within a week the two learned everything they could about one another before

she and Bruce tied the knot. The ceremony was brief and through the court. She moved right in with him, and he immediately got her citizenship. Even petitioned for her family to come out, and all she had to do was be the eye candy on his arm.

Every Friday she’d be in a new dress he’d insist on buying for her. Freshly out of the spa. Skin supple and dewy. It was almost like her modeling days. Except there were no cameras and she was helping Bruce not only make Betty green with jealousy, but helped him rake in thousands.

It wasn’t until about a year into the fake relationship that she started noticing how well they worked together. Sure it wasn’t love, but one night during one of their normal Friday gala events. She found herself attracted to him. He was doing everything right. He got a nice suit, haircut and freshly shaved. Made good conversation points and got people to laugh. He was envied and so that night as they danced to the band she kissed him. Not a ‘for show’ kiss and actual kiss.

To this day she still regrets that damned kiss. Because it led her down a dead end road with Bruce. She knew Betty was all he wanted. She knew better than to catch feelings. The moment she let her guard down she noticed a change in him. Didn’t take her long to figure out he was with Betty. Since he did a piss poor job of his infidelity the redhead always lets him know how much she regrets ever meeting him.

She recalled their biggest argument when she confronted him.

“Natasha, come on you always knew this was about Betty.”

“Then why lead me on?” She yelled.

“I didn’t! I thought maybe you just wanted to have some fun.” Bruce admits.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Tasha, we got married so you can become an American citizen and bring your family back. That was the reason and my reasons were to-“

“Flaunt me off.”

He sighed, rubbing his temples. “I have to go.”

“Of course you do.”

“Look I’m sorry you thought we could be something. I am. Maybe I shouldn’t have kissed you back, but let’s just get through these next couple years please.” With a huff he walked away.

She only has another 6 months left until she and Bruce could finally go their separate ways.

Natasha was brought back from her memories hearing a car door shut and kids in the background. She looked out the window expecting The Barton’s, but to her surprise she saw a woman who looks a lot like Quinn with who she is assuming are your daughters.

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You and Quinn wake up with a jump hearing your doorbell ring and Ollie barking.

“Shit it’s Frannie with the girls! You go downstairs, I'll change and air out the room.”

You nodded before kissing her lips and jumping out of bed. You jumped in a fresh set of briefs shorts and a shirt before running downstairs.

“Ollie enough.” You chide to which he obeys.

You opened the door smiling as your youngest squealed with glee. “Hey Franny, come on in.” You hug her before stepping aside for your sister in law to walk in who's looking at you with a knowing smirk. “There’s my princess!” You lift Beth up, squeezing her tightly as she giggled. You barely caught Finley who wiggled out of Frannie’s arms and jumped into yours. “Papa!” she squealed.

“Hey Ols!” Beth smiled brightly, earning kisses from her pup.

“I am in love with this place!” Frannie looked around.

“Princess.” Quinn smiled, kissing Beth’s cheek. “Hey sis.” Quinn spoke, hugging her sister.

“Glad you two had time for some lovin’.” Frannie smirked.

“How does she always know?!” You huffed, flailing your arms looking at your wife.

“Your shirt is backwards, Y/N.” Frannie gave you the infamous Fabray brow, slapping your ass. Making Beth giggle.

“Oops.” You chuckled, handing Quinn, Finley before turning your shirt around.

“Mama!” She giggled as Quinn blue raspberries against her stomach.

“Oh my sweet angel.” Quinn cooed.

“Show me around, or are you too tired from your activities?” Frannie grinned.

“Shut up.” Quinn rolled her eyes before leading her sister through the house.

“Have you eaten lunch kiddo?” You asked Beth, pushing her hair out of her face.

“Hmhm.” She shook her head negatively before spinning around on the bar stool.

“Want me to cook up your favorite?” You grinned.

“Tacos and arroz?” Beth perked up.

“If that’s what my Princess wants.” You winked taking out the ground beef.

“I hungy, I hungy!” Finley cheered from her high chair.

“Alright I’ll get started on lunch. Beth, you wanna go upstairs, wash up and see your new room.” You grinned looking up at the ceiling.

Beth gasped before taking off in a sprint upstairs Ollie hot on her heels.

“OH MY GOD!”

“DON’T TAKE THE LORD’S NAME IN VAIN, BETH!” Frannie and Quinn both shouted from somewhere in the house. You’re guessing Quinn’s office.

“VAIN BETHY!” Finley shouted playfully trying to repeat after her mother and aunt. She was such a sponge and a repeater. You had to watch everything you say in front of her. Once you said ‘aw nutz’ and she wouldn’t stop saying it until your ears were bleeding.

“Whatcha got cookin’ good lookin’?” Quinn asked, seeing you taking out ingredients.She gently hugged you from behind laying her chin on your shoulder.

“Tacos and rice.”

“Hmmm… Guac though?” Frannie kinked her brow sitting next to Finley.

“You know it.” You grinned.

“Put me down for 4 tacos please.” Frannie smirked.

“Is it okay if I-”

“Taco salad?” You grinned, moving to show Quinn you already had her lettuce out.

“You’re the best wusband / hife a girl could ask for.” She smirked. “Beer?” she asked.

“Duhhh!” You smirked, slapping her ass as she bent down to take the beer out of the reach in cooler near the bar.

“Duhhhh! Duhhh!” Finley began repeating.

“Parrot is back.” Frannie said, covering Finley’s mouth with her palm to keep her from saying the word over and over.

You sighed, shaking your head at your giggling babbling baby girl. You grabbed an avocado, slicing it before setting pieces on her plastic plate.

“Avi!” Finley squealed, clapping her hands before taking tiny bites. “Hmm Avi.”

“That’s right baby girl, that's an avocado.” You grinned.

“Avicadi.” She nodded, squinting with a toothy smile.

“Ugh she’s so cute.” Frannie squeezed her causing her to whine. Your daughter doesn’t play when it comes to food.

“No!” Finley, huffed wanting to cry.

“Okay, okay, letting go.” Frannie huffed.

“Just like her mama.” Frannie shook her head looking at Quinn who shrugged.

“Don’t touch us when we’re eating.” The younger sister laughed. “Where’s Beth?”

“Checking out her new room.”

“Aw Y/N, I told you I wanted to be there when she saw it.”

“Saw what?” Frannie asked

“Y/N and I surprised her with a new bedroom suite she was eyeing at the furniture store. We fixed it up this yesterday.” Quinn stood lightly glaring at you on her way upstairs.

Franny deadpanned looking at you before downing her beer with a roll of her eyes before grabbing another. You chuckled sipping your beer hearing the doorbell. Ollie barreled down the stairs barking. Looking over at the monitor on the fridge you huffed at Hammer tech. You knew you shouldn’t have agreed to the security system already in place.

“Fucking Hammer tech sucks ass.” Frannie shook her head watching you walk to the front door wiping your hands on a dishrag.

You took your wife’s hand seeing her step off the staircase, Beth close behind.

“Well hiya neighbors!” You grinned seeing Wanda and her sons, but this time her husband was with her.

“Hey Y/N!” Wanda beamed. “I made you guys a little something sweet and the boys wanted to come with me.”

“Oh great you get to meet my wife. Quinn, this is Wanda, Tommy, and Billy.” Quinn smiled at the boys before shaking Wanda’s hand.

“Y/N, Quinn, this is my husband Vis.” Wanda smiled looking up at the lanky man.

“Greetings and salutations.” Vision smiled holding a container of brownies and a smaller baggie which you can only assume is for Ollie. Vis extends his hand and you meet his hand shake before he shook Quinn’s.

“Oh hello.” Wanda smiled sweetly at Beth who peeked behind your back.

“This is our daughter Beth. She’s going to the 6th grade this year.” Quinn smiled bringing Beth to her side gently brushing her blonde locks back.

“Well you are just the prettiest thing! She looks just like you Quinn.” Wanda smiled.

“You should see this one’s mini me.” Frannie smirked walking up behind you with Finley in her arms.

“This is our daughter Finley and my sister Frannie.” Quinn smiled.

“Oh..Ohhh Vis!” Wanda whined seeing Finley’s sweet smile. “Oh I want one.”

“Oh dear.” Vis chuckled, his cheeks heating up. “You know Beth, our boys are going to the 6th grade as well. Maybe you all might be friends? This is Tommy and Billy.” The two boys smiled, waving shyly.

“I’m in the middle of cooking up some dinner. Would you all like to stay?” You gesture inside.

“We would love to have you.” Quinn nodded even though she was lying. It wasn’t anything against the family, it was just that Quinn is a private and introverted person.

“We appreciate the kind invitation, but we are actually on our way to have dinner with my brother.” Wanda says apologetically.

“Next time for sure.” Vis smiles handing you the homemade brownies.

“Well it was great meeting you all.” Wanda smiled.

You said your goodbyes before making your way back in the kitchen.

“She was super sweet.” Frannie commented, setting Finley back in her highchair. “What kind of name is Vis?”

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You woke up bright and early and figured you’d start the day off with a light jog and some lifting. You kiss Quinn’s warm cheek before leaving the house.

“On your left.” You heard a voice pant you moved to your right and suddenly a bright eyed blond man was jogging right next to you.

“Morning neighbor!” He said with a toothy grin, his baby blues gleaming in the sunlight.

“Morning Y/N!” Thor grinned, joining the other side.

“Hey what’s up Thor!” You fist bumped him as you three continued your jog.

“Steve Rogers.” The man on your left grinned. “Been meaning to come over and introduce ourselves, but my wife Peggy said it’s better to let you settle in first. We live right between Clint and Tony.”

“Haven’t met them yet, but I’m pretty sure I know where you’re at. You’re the one with the flag right?” Steve was the only one on the block who had a flag pole in his front lawn.

“Damn right.” He smiled.

“Y/N we were just jogging to my gym I was telling you about. Care to join us?” Thor gestured.

“Yeah sure I was going to do some lifting anyways.”

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The gym wasn’t far at all, just under a mile away. You text your wife through your watch letting her know where you are before stretching. Thor comes back into the gym this time with a woman by his side.

“Y/N this is my partner and your neighbor Val. She and her wife Carol and their daughter live like a house down from you.” Thor smiled.

“Right next to Wanda.” She explains. “What’s up, neighbor.” She smirked, shaking your hand.

“Nice to meet you.” You grinned.

“So are we gonna talk all day or are we doing some lifts?” Steve grinned.

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“You three are on another level.” You chuckled sitting down in their smoothie and juice lounge.

“Don’t sell yourself short. You did great work out there my friend.” Thor said, laying his large hand on your shoulder.

“How is your body to fat ratio because you're very lean.” Steve asked, noticing the defined lean cut you have going on.

“I’m not too sure. I was a Running back in highschool. Back then I had a little more meat on my bones, but after highschool I did a lot more calisthenics.”

“Oh nice! Quarterback myself.” Steve smiled.

“I was in Rugby.” Thor grinned.

“Same.” Val smirked. “Y/N we usually all work out together in the mornings here. You’re more than welcome to join us anytime.”

“Might just take you up on that.” You grinned as a waiter came up with your smoothies. “Maybe you guys can help me build some more muscle.”

“Hey hey what’s up guys how's it going?” the waiter smiled, setting the smoothies down. “Oh hi you’re new. I’m Korg!”

“Y/N.” You smiled, shaking his hand.

“Just moved here.” Thor said in between sips towards Korg.

“Welcome to ‘Revenger's Bod’! If you ever want a juice or a smoothie I’m you’re guy!”

“Thanks Korg.” You smile nodding at the smoothie.

“Anytime, well I better get back those smoothies won't make themselves.” He chuckled before walking away.

“Y/N, I have to head back home, wanna ride home? I have a golf cart.” Val smirked.

“Sounds great, thanks!”

“Great meeting you Y/N see you soon.” Steve smiled.

“Very soon we hope!” Thor smiled.

You and Val walked out getting in her golf cart.

“Thor mentioned you have a wife?” Val said as she pulled away onto the road.

“Her name is Quinn, we’ve been together since highschool.” you smile messing with the workout band around your ring finger.

“Wow, that's a long time.”

“What about you?”

“My wife Carol and I met about 5 years ago. We actually met at a widowers meeting. I lost my previous wife to cancer-”

“I’m so sorry.” You gulp.

“It’s okay she’s in a better place just like Carol's previous wife Maria. She was in a car accident. Tore Carol apart for a long time.”

“I’m sorry you both had to go through that, but at least you have each other.”

“Yeah. Maybe one night you and the family could come over for dinner?”

“Yeah of course that’d be great. Quinn and I only have one other lesbian couple we hang out with so this is nice.” You chuckled.

“Oh sweet we need more gays in this fucking lane.” Val laughed.

“Always needed.” You chuckled. “So how old is Monica?”

“She’s just about to turn 11 in a couple weeks.”

“Oh that’s awesome! Beth just turned 11 last month.”

“Bloody hell 11 years old? You had to have been-”

“We were 16 when she was born.” You nod.

She whistled. “What happened? Forgot to wrap it?” She teased.

“I definitely did not forget.” You laughed. “It must have ripped.” You shrugged.

“You know I only ever had a scare once and it was with Sigrun, my late wife. She unfortunately lost the baby due to cancer. That’s actually how we found out, and please do not say you’re sorry again.” She laughed. “It happened. She’s in a better place and I’m better having loved her and been loved by her.”

“Think you and Carol will have more kids?” You ask now, seeing Avenger’s Lane in view. You waved at an older black man who bent down to grab his newspaper.

“Uhh, I don’t know, we haven't really discussed it before. Truthfully I think I’m good. Monica is great, but I just don’t know if I can handle a baby you know?”

“It’s definitely hard but worth it.” You chuckled. “Beth, was a very chill baby, Finley is a little more wild.”

“Hi Mrs. Danvers.” a young man with two other teens with him waved ahead.

Val slowed down to a stop. “Hey Parker, this is our new neighbor Y/N Y/L/N, Y/N this is Peter Parker he lives right across the street from me with his aunt May and Uncle Happy.” She introduced you.

“Hello Mrs. Y/L/N, welcome to the burbs.” He grinned walking up to shake your hand.

“Nice to meet you Peter, please call me Y/N.” You chuckled.

“I’ll try.” He blushed. “This is my girlfriend MJ and my best friend Ned. They live right behind the block.”

“On Midnight Lane.” MJ added with a nod.

“So what are you dorks up to?” Val asked, sipping from her smoothie.

“Oh well we were just about to head to Gamers Oasis.” Ned smiled.

“What’s that?” You ask.

“Its this arcade not too far from here.” Peter explains.

“Super fun.” Ned nods.

“Super nerdy.” Val smirked, nudging Peter.

“Low key sounds amazing. I'll have to check it out one day.” You admit.

Peter and his friends smile in surprise. “You definitely should come with us some time!” Peter gasped.

“Pete, she doesn’t wanna hang out with a bunch of teenagers.” MJ laughed.

“Bu-” Peter stuttered.

“Honestly I’d love too. My wife hates video games so I end up playing online with an old friend or with my daughter.” You chuckled.

“You are so invited to join us anytime!” Peter grinned.

“Alright well you little droks be safe.” Val smirked before driving off.

“Nice kids.” You find yourself saying.

“Honestly.” Val nodded pulling into your driveway.

Your wife furrowed her brows watching you and Val from the kitchen.

“Make new friends?” Quinn smiled as you walked in.

“Yeah! Babe we finally have another lesbian couple to hang with that isn’t Santana and Brittany.”

“Seriously?” Quinn raised her brows.

“Yeah! And get this! They have a daughter who is just about to turn 11.”

“Oh my God that is perfect Y/N!” Quinn squealed. “Beth is actually going to make friends. I was so worried there wouldn’t be anyone her age here.” Quinn admitted. “So what are their names?”

“Val and Carol Danvers. Val is the one who just dropped me off. She’s also co-owners with Thor for the gym Revenger’s Bod. I also met a couple of our neighbors who live across the street. I met Steve Rogers, he's the one with the flag-” Your wife replies with a soft ‘Ohh’. “Anyway, I worked out with him, Thor and Val. Then coming in I met Peter Parker. He's the son of- Oh man forgot their names, but they live across the street too.”

“Where do Carol and Val live?” she asks, setting down a small bowl of freshly cut fruit in front of you and a sleepy Finley.

“Thanks baby.” You say pecking her cheek and eating a grape. “They live right next to Wanda.” You point towards the Maximoff residence.

“That's so awesome!” Quinn gushed, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. Her nose wrinkled. “Ew babe you stink.” She quickly tries to let go but you pull her back kissing her with a laugh as she tries to shove you away. “No Y/N you’re all sweaty!” Quinn huffed

“No papa!” FInley yelled, throwing a grape at you to protect her mother.

“I’m sorry.” You laughed, pecking your daughter's cheek.

“Go shower.” Quinn slaps your shoulder before bending down to pick up the discarded grape.

You make your way upstairs seeing Beth sleepily make her way downstairs.

“Hey sleepy head.” You grinned, kissing her cheek, inhaling her sweet scent and spearmint toothpaste.

“Ew you smell.” She groaned tiredly, shrugging away from you.

“Go shower!” Quinn shouted.

“Go chowdy!” You hear Finley echo. “It’s shower my love.” Quinn’s voice is faint as you enter your room.

You're in the middle of grabbing your clothes when a light glares in your direction. Looking at the cause you notice it’s Natasha. She just stepped out of her bathroom. You were just about to grab your clothes and walk away, but the moment she dropped her towel you were stuck. Transfixed in a way. You gasped as she slipped on her under garments realizing you just watched her get dressed like some fucking creep. You shake your head at yourself and go into the shower.

Starting your shower playlist your mind instantly drifts right back to the image of your ginger neighbor. Who you have to admit has a body that could bring anyone to their knees. She was absolutely gorgeous and sweet. You love Quinn, that is your wife, but you’re also human. You prefer to think of your wife when you masterbate. Occasionally your favorite actress, but rarely someone you know personally.

You can’t help it though. You just saw a very attractive woman derobe, and put on very sexy undergarments. You couldn’t help but think of the way her back arched as she pulled her socks up. The way her pink pussy glistened, begging to be tasted. Begging to be properly fucked.

“Ohh.” You groaned, leaning an arm against the cold tile. You close your eyes and lay your forehead on your arm letting the hot water run over you. Pumping yourself you imagined yourself tasting her as your wife rides your cock. “Fuuuck.” You pump faster, feeling your mouth water at the thought of a new taste. You haven’t had anyone but your wife. You imagine the Russian beauty would taste sweet. You wonder if she’d feel like Heaven. “That’s it baby ride daddy.” You grunt picturing her riding you like her pussy couldn’t get enough. You groan at the naked image of your neighbor slamming herself down on your cock.

You jump hearing the bathroom door open. The shower curtain opens revealing your smirking wife, and thoughts of the Russian model quickly shattered.

“Well Hello.” Quinn stepped under the warm water taking your lips with hers. You rid your thoughts of your new neighbor and enjoy the feeling of your wife against your body. Your fingers make their way under her folds feeling the warm slickness beneath your fingers. You lightly work motions against her clit as you kiss her softly. She whimpers against your touch humping into your hand.

You lift her leg up letting the head of your cock dip in her wetness; lightly rocking against one another. She dips her hips letting you inside of her with ease. Moaning, you grip her thigh before rocking into her roughly.

“Ohh fuck!” She moans trying not to be too loud. “Again.” She says rocking her hips. Digging your fingers deeper into her thighs you roughly pound into her harder and harder until she’s shaking, eyes rolling back into her head gasping for air. You pull out letting her recuperate before spinning her around and slamming back inside of her.

“That’s it.” You growl into her neck as she groans, arching into you. “Take me like a good wife.”

Her hands push against the bathroom tiles; moving her ass against you.

“That’s it baby cum inside me.” She husks looking back at you. You hump into her as you kiss her.

“Fuck.” You sigh as you feel yourself cum. Quinn’s ass moved slowly as your seed spilt down your shaft. Your chest rises up and down as you try to catch your breath. You pump softly and slowly letting every bit of you spill out.

“I came in at the right time.” Quinn sighs, turning around in your arms to face you.

“Hm.” You grunt, kissing her lips.

She grabs the rag you brought in with you. Lathering it in soap before scrubbing every inch of you.

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“How did you manage to keep the girls occupied?” You grinned while putting on your clothes.

“They’re in the middle of watching Frozen.” She smirked.

“Nice.” You slapped her ass right before she pulled up her shorts. Even though Rachel Berry would tend to give you a headache she did wonderfully in Frozen. The woman was very talented. She could always sing circles around anyone. You were certain, Quinn watched it more times than the girls did.

You never really wanted to admit it or say it out loud, but Quinn always had some weird affinity for Rachel Berry. You distinctly remember her bullying the brunette in her high school days. Sometimes she would be so cruel you would have to say something. Quinn would always chalk it up to Rachel being unbearably annoying, but you saw the way she’d look at Rachel’s legs in her short skirts. You try not to dwell on it, especially the collection Quinn has had over the years of Rachel’s movies and Broadway shows on dvd. Not to mention her albums. You feel your body tense at the thought.

“What’s wrong?” Quinn asked, noticing your change in mood.

You internally roll your eyes at how well your wife knows you. In order to save you from an unwinnable argument you sweep it under the rug. Looking up from your spot on the bed you begin putting on your shorts as you look into Natasha’s bedroom. Your thoughts drifting back to her naked body. “Oh nothing.” You turn back to smile sweetly at your wife. You push your thoughts of her possible infatuation with Berry and Natasha’s very smooth body away. “I think I’m gonna get started on the gardens-”

“Already?” Quinn furrowed her brow. “I thought we were gonna go to the flower shop this weekend and start the garden together?”

“I figured I’d go to the lumber yard. Get started on the materials first. That way everything is built and ready.” You explain grabbing your shoes.

“Oh… okay that makes sense.” She nodded as she combed her long hair. You placed your hair in a messy bun before heading down stairs.

“Papa, where go?” Finley furrowed her brow.

“I’m gonna go grab some wood my love.” You explain grabbing your wallet and keys.

“I go too.” Finley said, climbing off her tiny chair in front of her coloring book. She waddled as fast as she could to her shoes.

“No sweetheart, stay here with your mama and sister.”

“But…” Finley’s big eyes began watering and her bottom lip trembled.

“Okay.” You chuckled before she could bawl her eyes out.

You grab her go bag as Quinn comes down.

“Is daddy taking you to the lumber yard? Are you gonna be Bob the Builder?” Quinn smiled sweetly at her baby, kissing her cheeks as you placed on her shoes.

“Bob the builder mama!” Finley squealed.

“Will you bring me back some candy? Please?” Beth asked.

You nodded, lifting up your daughter, grabbing her sling.

“You sure you wanna take her?” Quinn asked.

“If I don’t you and I both know she will never stop crying until I come back.”

“She’s going to have to learn at some point Y/N.” Quinn shrugs.

“S’go papa!” Finley said, putting on her sunglasses.

“Okay but why do we have the cutest daughters in the world?!” Quinn growled, lifting Finley up peppering her face with kisses until the smaller child whined.

“Alright alright calm down, it's just your mother.” You chided FInley lifting her up in your arms. “We’ll be back later.” You say bending down to peck Beth’s head and stand up to peck Quinn’’s lips FInley follows suit kissing Quinn’s cheek.

“I’ll see you two cuties later.” Quinn smiled.

You winked before walking out going to your truck. You were just about to put FInley in her car seat when you heard her say “Hi!” Waving at someone behind you.

You turn in your spot seeing Natasha looking at her bike. Finley grunted, wanting to go meet the redhead. You smiled at her as she waved at your daughter. You walk over putting your daughter down as she whines in your arms.

“Hiya Y/N.” She smiled before looking down at your mini me. “Well who is this cutie pie? Are you Y/N Jr?” She smirked as the toddler smiled, lifting her arms up for Natasha to lift her up.

“No! Finley!” She giggled.

“Hello Finley, I’m Natasha.”

“Nata-Natassaa.” FInley said furrowing her brows.

The redheaded beauty laughed and said “It’s okay my friends call me Nat.”

“Nat.” Finley smiled, pointing her small finger against Natasha’s chest.

“Hey Natasha.” You smile. “What’s going on with your bike?”

“Please call me Nat,-”

“Nat!” Finley beamed; her tiny hands holding Natasha’s cheeks. The redhead smiled, bringing them down with a soft peck to each hand. “I’m not too sure what is wrong with it. I usually have Tony look at it but he’s been out of town for the last week.”

“Mind if I-”

“Be my guest.” She chuckled, gesturing to the bike.

“Damn this is a nice bike.” You bit your lip realizing what you said. “Oh no-”

“Damn!” Finley shouted. “Damn! Damn!”

“Fin! Stop!” You hiss quickly looking over at your home as you dig in your pockets.

“Damn!” Finley shouted once more with a giggle.

You rip open her packet of fruit snacks and stuff a few in her mouth.

“Amn!” She mumbled, humming at the sweet taste of candy.

Natasha chuckles at the relief on your face as you sigh.

“She’s a parrot and a sponge these days. If Quinn heard that I’m in deep- well you know.” You shake your head turning the engine over. “An electric Harley.” You chuckled.

“Bike ride papa bike ride!” Finley clapped her hands still in Natasha’s arms.

“Your mother would kill me.” You grunt as you open her engine cover. You grinned finding the issue. “It needs some new dry clutch parts, and a software reset. I’m going to the lumber yard now, I can drop by a parts store on the way back.”

“Thank you so much Y/N.” She grins. “Mind if I tag a long?”

“The more the merrier. “ You chuckle trying to hide the fact that this was really your alone time to decompress. You love going to the lumber yard. You remember going with your grandpa when you were a child.

You push Natasha’s bike back inside her garage as she lowers the door and you both make your way to the truck.

You take Finley from her arms and she begins to whine. “Hey come on now Fin don’t start.”

“Natty too! Not you papa!” She huffed pushing you.

“Natasha, doesn’t know how to work this contraption. I barely know how to work this thing.” You say placing her in her car seat. She’s glaring at you and crossing her arms.

Natasha giggles at your daughter’s frustration with you making the toddler forget why she was upset in the first place. She smiled and giggled along with the redhead.

You both chuckled at her ability to quickly forget things as you get in the truck. You turn it over and before you can even pull out of the driveway your phone dings. Your truck being newer of course reads out the text much to your dismay.

“One new message from The Old Ball and Chain”

“First of all who just got in your truck and second I can not believe you used a bad word around Finley Y/N you know how bad-“

“Jesus.” You cut off the text and quickly text her back with a huff. “Sorry about that.” You roll your eyes as you back out of the driveway.

“That’s alright.” She chuckled. “Does Quinn not know what you titled her as on your phone?”

“Nope.” You chuckled awkwardly.

“Papa!” Finley said from the backseat.

“Hmm?” You hum looking at her through the rear mirror.

“Shaggy!” She huffed.

You move your thumb on the steering wheel turning on the stereo as some pop song comes on.

“No! Shaggy!”

You sighed before clicking on your Bluetooth and clicking on Finley’s playlist. Natasha furrowed her brows as the song came pouring out of the speakers.

“Is that Angel by Shaggy?” She couldn’t hold back her snort.

“Don’t you judge my baby, it's a good song!” You laughed.

She grinned turning around hearing your daughter sing out the words.

“Shawty, you're my angel”

“She’s so freaking cute.” She chuckled, turning back around.

You came to a stop at the sign when an old firebird roared to a stop as well; music blaring. The two in the front seat waved with a smile and Natasha waved right back.

“That’s Peter Quill and Gamora. They live across the street from us at the end of the block. Quill is always blasting music. He’s a DJ for the local radio station, and Gamora is a bounty hunter.”

“That’s a badass woman right there.” You nod to Quill and Gamora as you both drive past one another. You look through the rear view mirror to see Finley bobbing her head to the song on the stereo.

“Okay but what’s up with this song? I was thinking Disney songs?”

You laughed looking at your daughter through the mirror. “Yeah you know it’s kind of a funny story. I’ve always been a fan of this song and Bombtastic. Well I played Angel so many times for Quinn she must have had Finley listen to it when she was pregnant with her. Anyway one night Finley would not stop crying. Quinn and I played some music just to drown her out for a bit. Angel comes on and suddenly she just stops crying. After a couple plays she went right to sleep.”

“You’re kidding.” Her green eyes wide with amusement before looking behind her back at Finley who sang along with the song.

“Nope.”

“Wow, that is- very interesting.” She chuckled.

Your phone began playing a familiar tune. “Mind if I take this?” You ask Natasha.

“It’s Ganpa!” Finley cheered hearing the familiar ring as well.

“Of course you don’t have to ask!” Natasha smiled with a crinkle in her brow.

You smiled back before answering.

“Hey pop!” You grinned.

“Hey kiddo!”

“Pop Pop!” Finley squealed.

“How are my sweet babies!?” Your mom chimed in.

“Hey mom!” You chuckled.

“GG!” Finley shouted.

“How is my little Finny today?!” Your mom cooed.

“Goooood!” Finley sang.

“Good Finley GG and Pop Pop love you!” Your mom says sweetly.

“Lub you gama lub you gandpa.” Finley surprises you.

“We love you Finley!” Your dad says.

“She just said a full sentence!” Your mom cheered. “Go Finley! I can’t wait to squeeze you and kiss you!” Your mom squeals. “Where is Beth and Quinn?” She asks.

“There at home I left for the lumber yard.” You explain.

“Aw Y/N you should wait, I'll be there in a month!” Your dad sighs.

“It’s okay dad, I've done it before. Besides, you're coming up here to relax and visit. Not work.”

“You know you’re father Y/N. You should have waited.”

You opened your mouth but decided against arguing with your parents. Especially with your neighbor next to you, to which she was holding in a laugh. She found it endearing. It made her think of her parents.

“Y/N I can’t remember, did you and Quinn choose the one with the pool or the big backyard with the beautiful tree in the front?”

“The second one. Quinn and I were just worried that Finley would fall in when we weren’t around.” You explain.

“That’s exactly why your father and I didn’t get a pool.”

“That and it’s crazy expensive for the upkeep alone!” Your father bellows.

“Y/N remember the time your cousin jumped on you in the pool and you refused to go near large bodies of water for years?!” Your mom laughs.

“It was traumatizing! I could have died!” You yelled. “Why do you guys act like I didn’t almost die?!”

“Oh don’t be so dramatic your grandmother saved you.” Your mom huffs.

Exasperated, you grumbled to Natasha. “I really did almost die.”

“Anyway chief, we just wanted to check in. See how the move in was. Did you sort out that mess with the movers?”

“I did, we moved in a couple days ago. Everything is already put away.”

“Good!” Your mom says.

“Pop pop!”

“What is it Fin?” You can practically see your father smile. He was nuts for your daughters.

Your daughter began babbling. “Slow down sweetheart.” You chuckled; she only did that when she was super excited and had so much to say. However it also makes her fussy when you don’t understand her. Your dad already knows this.

“Really?” He gasped listening to his granddaughter.

“Yeah gampa!” She said, shaking her head.

“Well you keep being a good girl and me your GG will be there in one whole month!”

“Yayyyyyy!” Finley cheered.

“Alright sweetheart we’ll talk later.” Your parents say in unison.

“Alright love you guys.”

“We love you too Y/N.” Your mom says.

“Bye gampa bye GG!” Finley shouted.

“Bye bye my sweet baby girl!” Your mom cooed. “Send Quinn our love and give Bethy a big ole kiss from us!”

“Alright Mom.”

You both say I love you before you hang up the phone.

“Sorry about that.” You chuckled as the music began playing again.

“Don't apologize, I understand.” She chuckled thinking of her crazy family.

“Yeah? Your parents crazy too?” You grinned.

“Oh God yes, probably crazier than yours. They’re very… Russian.”

“Maybe we can have a competition one day on whose crazier.” You chortled.

“Pretty sure you would lose.” She pursed her lips with a nod.

You laughed back into a parking spot. You look back to see Finley already getting out of her car seat. You shake your head making a mental note to make sure and tell her not to get out of that seat while driving.

You both jump out of the truck and you grab Finley and her bag before going inside. You grab a cart wiping it down before placing Finley in the seat. Just as you’re all walking inside a young man stops you.

“Oh man, 3 women? You’re definitely gonna need my help! Hi I’m Toby!”

“I know more than you.” You deadpan before pulling Natasha along with you.

“More than you.” Finley huffed crossing her arms

The redhead chortled as you all strolled away from the bewildered young man. “His face.” She laughs again hearing Finley giggle with her.

“She’s so cute.” Natasha gushed. “She looks just like you, it's uncanny.”

“So you’re saying I’m cute?” You smirked seeing her flabbergasted. “It’s okay I tend to make women do that.”

She furrowed her brows, a playful smile on her face before smacking your arm. You laughed wholeheartedly going back to the task at hand.

Natasha smiles at the way you crinkle your brow the way you squint your eyes as you peer over the tools in front of you. “So how long have you been- I can’t think of the word I guess a carpenter, a handyman, contractor?”

“Since I was a kid.” You say grabbing another thing off the wall. “My grandpa used to take me everywhere with him. My parents were both hard workers and everyday they’d drop me off with my grandparents while they went to work.” You smiled fondly. “It was the best. They spoiled me rotten. I loved them so much I would cry when my parents would try to take me home.”

“That’s really sweet.” She chuckled.

“Eh, I don't know about sweet. Finley gets that way sometimes, and I swear it must be pay back.”

You laugh, placing an item Finley took back in its place.

“I help.” Finley said proudly.

“Yes, you’re my little helper.” You grin, pecking her forehead.

“So do you have a business?”

“Not really, I just did work whenever I could. Beth was only 2 when we graduated. Quinn and I both agreed that we both wanted to leave Lima. Raise our daughter somewhere better. In order to do that we needed to go to school, but we knew only one of us could actually go.” You sighed remembering the conversation.

“So the agreement was that if our dream school wanted both of us then we would draw straws or something. But if one of us got rejected then that person would take online classes.” You grab one of Beth’s favorite candies and one for Finley.

“I guess that it makes sense not all ivy schools are close to one another.” Natasha chimed in.

“I wanted to go to MIT. That was my dream school. I was so certain I was a shoo-in, my father was an alumni, and my grades and activities were golden. Quinn wanted to go to Yale... MIT ended up rejecting me and Yale accepted Quinn. So we moved to New Haven. I worked different jobs and took care of our daughters while she went to school. After she graduated she was headhunted for a publishing house in New York.”

“That must have been really rough.” Natasha says softly. “Not being able to go to your dream school. Not being able to have a normal college experience.”

“It was but we made it work.”

“What made you guys leave the city for the burbs?”

“Truthfully?”

Natasha furrowed her brows nodding.

“Truthfully Quinn and I weren’t doing too well in the city.”

“You know I have marital issues as well. If you ever wanna vent I’m here. I’d like to consider us new friends.” She smiled softly.

“I’ll keep that in mind… friend.” You grinned, nudging her. You turn your head seeing The young man Toby again this time helping an older man. You furrow your brows at what the young man is saying to the older man.

“This is the one you need sir.”

“What’s wrong?” Natasha asks following your line of vision.

“He’s giving him the wrong kit.” You watch the associate walk away before grabbing the correct kit tapping the older gentleman on the shoulder. “That’s the wrong one, you need this one. If you place that on your water heater it’s going to break and you’ll end up buying a whole new one.” You hand him the right kit before walking away.

“Thank you! Thank you!” He smiled gratefully, placing the wrong kit back on the shelf.

“That was nice of you.” Natasha commented.

You shrugged nonchalantly making your way to the lumber you need.

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“So what do you need all this wood for?” She asked, helping you place it on the truck bed.

“I’m building raised bed gardens and I was thinking about building a treehouse for the girls. I just don’t know if Beth will want one anymore. She’s growing up so fast, and Finley is still too small.”

“Oh, Beth will love it.” Natasha grinned with a wave of her hand. “My father built my sister and I one when I was around Beth’s age. We loved it!”

“Alright.” You chuckled. “Guess I’m building a treehouse.”

“I guess I’m gonna have to sneak over and use it.” Natasha joked.

“Honestly I might join you.” You laughed.

“It’ll be a club.” She grinned as you shut the truck bed. You lift Finley from the cart.

“What would the club name be? And can we keep wives out of it?”

“Hmm… The Avengers and deal; no spouses.” She chuckled watching you clip a sleepy toddler in her car seat. She whined softly as you pried her tiny arms from around your neck. You subtly stuff her zippy cup in her hands and she automatically closes her eyes leaning back to drink from it.

“The Avengers; I like it.” You say in thought.

You move around the front of the truck letting her get in the passenger side. “Alright let’s get that part so you can ride again.” You grinned, turning on the truck.

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Getting the part took you less than 5 minutes now here you are pulling into your driveway. You and Natasha got out as carefully and quietly as possible. Finley had fallen asleep on the drive home. You send a text to Quinn letting her know to be quiet when you enter the home.

“I’ll be right back.” You say softly to Natasha who nods understandingly. You carefully and gently take her out of the car seat walking up the steps to your home. Quinn must have unlocked it cause you walked right in. You smile softly seeing Beth napping on the sofa. Her head on Quinn’s lap as she reads. Your wife smiles at you and gestures for you to place Finley on the other side of her.

“I’m gonna go fix up her bike-“

“As long as you’re not riding it.” She says softly.

You sighed trying not to get upset. She always treated you like that, sometimes it made you feel like a child. “When I’m done with that, wanna have lunch?”

“Sure.” She smiled as you leaned down pecking her lips softly.

You make your way to the garage grabbing your tools. You open the garage door walking over to Natasha’s garage. You find she already moved the bike on a stand in her garage.

“Hey.” She smiled before gesturing to a tray on a nearby bar. “Got you a glass of lemonade-“

“Cookies!” You gasped.

“Yes and cookies.” She chuckled as you took a bite dropping your tool bag. “Dammmmn.” You moaned, throwing your head back.

Natasha’s cheeks began to heat up: she turned her head away.

“Don’t tell Quinn this and I do mean that don’t tell her or I’ll have to kill you.” You joked.

“What is it?” She laughed.

“Your cookies are almost now I said ALMOST better than sex.”

Natasha’s arms fell as her brows raised and suddenly she began walking towards your home. “Oh Quinnnn!” She sang teasingly.

“No stop!” You laughed hearing her giggle as you chased after her. You jumped in front of her and she tried to dodge you but you managed to grab a hold of her. “You better stop playing with my emotions, gingersnap.” You chuckled feeling her body shake as she silently laughed.

“I like you, you're crazy.” You both began walking back to the bike chuckling at what just happened.

“Mind telling me what you’re doing while you fix it? I’d like to learn.” The redhead asked softly as you learned over the gears.

“Of course.” You nod with a grin.

As you go through the steps you both go in and out of conversation. You both realize you’re obsessed with good true crime podcasts and Tiktok. Which leads you both to exchange numbers. Which then leads to adding one another on social media accounts.

“I can’t believe this is you.” She laughed seeing you dressed up as a member of Kiss with the boys from Glee club. She had been scrolling through your page as you worked on her bike.

“Wait until I get a hold of your old photos and make fun of you!”

“Go ahead, and try! They're all hot.” Natasha smirked looking up from her phone at you.

You snorted while continuing your work.

“So what is a glee club exactly?” She asked; watching an old video of you and the club winning nationals.

“It’s like a choir but not.” You cringe at your explanation.

“So you sing?”

“Yup.”

“Do you play any instruments?”

“Yeah I play guitar and Finn taught me how to play the drums when we were younger.”

“Oh wow maybe you can play me something sometime?”

“Uh sure.” You chuckled. “I haven’t really played in a while.”

“Well now you’re really gonna have to play me something.” She smirked.

Laughing, you asked “Are you a big music fan?”

“I like to think I’m above average.” She smirked. You noticed she did that a lot. Kind of how Quinn always kinks her brow. This is Natasha’s tick. She smirks playfully.

Within an hour her bike was back up and running. She moved it to the driveway before asking you. “Wanna go for a ride?”

“Uhh…” you look over at your house remembering Quinn’s words. “As long as you’re not riding it.”

“Come on, she won’t know.” Natasha smirked.

“Oh she will. My wife has a sixth sense for this sort of thing.”

“Then I’ll say we went slow so you could hear if there was anything else that was wrong with the bike?”

“Hmm…” You tap your chin in thought. “You drive a hard bargain tiny dancer. That’s not a bad idea, I’m in.” You nod.

Natasha grins as she handing you an extra helmet before getting on the bike. You sit down behind her getting your bearings before holding on to her.

“You smell really good.” You chuckled hoping that didn’t come off as creepy.

“Thank you.” She smirked before riding away.

Natasha led you both out of Avenger Lane and down an old back road.

“This is my favorite spot to ride down.” She smiles, turning her head just enough so you can hear her. She felt your arms let go as you sat up straighter moving your hands to her hips. The Russian shivered at the sensation. Images of you gripping her hips as you kissed her back came to mind. She inwardly berated herself for being a terrible new friend. Friends don’t think of one another that way.

“It’s beautiful.” You say back. It really is. There’s old trees on the side of the road that meet and create a canopy over the road. Night time you’re sure it’s terrifying but right now with the sun shining down on you and wildflowers beyond the trees make it a blissful place.

The road wasn’t too long. You both rode a few miles before the trees ended. She turned around making her way back towards her home.

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“Hadn’t done that in so long.” You grinned while getting off the bike.

“Maybe we can ride again some time.” Natasha smiles.

“Natasha there’s something you should know.” You say cringing.

“I told you my friends call me Nat.” She smiles nudging you

“We’ll see how you feel after this.” You bite your inner lip nervously.

“What’s wrong?” She asks, tilting her head, placing her hand on your arm.

You look up from the ground “The other day after my run I was grabbing a fresh set of clothes when I saw you…“ You pause wondering how to word this when unbeknownst to you Natasha’s heart begins to thump rapidly against her chest. She’s certain she’s been caught. “Well really I looked up and you were…well you were getting dressed.”

Natasha is so relieved she smiles and lets out a tiny chuckle.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to look.”

The redhead stares at you for a moment, you gulp and feel your cheeks heat up under her gaze. What you didn’t know was that she actually found it sweet that you told her this. Because who in their right mind would admit that? It definitely made her like you. It showed her you were truthful, and cared about this new found friendship.

“First off I’m a little mortified, and second It’s okay Y/N you didn’t do anything wrong.” She smiles followed by a sweet giggle. You chuckle out of nervousness when you briefly recall thinking of her while you masterbated in the shower not too long ago. Now you feel guilty because she’s quickly becoming your friend. “Did you?” She teases you with a smirk.

Yes you say in your head.

You chuckled awkwardly, shaking your head.

‘Why do I get the feeling she did what I did?’ Natasha muses to herself. Were you thinking of her the way she thinks of you?

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N! Get your ass inside!” Quinn fumed stepping outside.

“Ah shit.” You gulped.

“She was just making sure it was running smoothly. We didn't go fast just down the road and back.” Natasha inserts herself on your behalf. “She didn’t drive, she was just a passenger I promise.”

“Nat it’s okay.” You say letting your fingertips gently touch her arm.

“A passenger on a Death machine. Y/L/N. I swear if you don’t get your ass inside-“ you quickly snatch your tool box up and rush back home.

“Quinn stop.” You say now in front of her. “I’m a grown ass woman.”

“You mean an overgrown child.” She snaps as you walk inside.

Natasha let a puff of air escape. She felt partially responsible for you getting your ass chewed out by your wife. She sighed, feeling guilty and alone. She cranked her motorcycle back to life before riding back to the road she showed you.

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“Quinn-“

“No Y/N I don’t want to hear it-“

“Stop treating me like a child! It was down the road and back!” You yelled pointing.

“Stop yelling!” She yelled back

“I’m upset, I can yell if I want too, Quinn, God dammit!”

Finley woke with a cry causing Quinn to glare at you before she made her way to Finley.

“Mama!” She cried, feeling confused.

“It’s okay Fin.” Quinn cooed holding the toddler in her arms noticing Beth had placed her headphones on. She turned towards you; Finley on her hip burying her face in her neck. “Y/N that was the only thing I asked of you. Not to ride that death machine.”

“You never asked me anything, you stated it. I'm a grown ass woman Quinn. If I wanna go for a ride I am going too.”

“You also have two little girls and a wife that love you.” She said back. “Look we’re all hungry just promise me you won’t do it again.”

“That’s an insane thing to ask me.”

“Not really.”

“Quinn I could get hurt walking across the street! What difference does it make if I ride a motorcycle?!”

“Everything. Y/N it’s one of the easiest ways to get hurt in this day in age.”

“I’m not promising anything and I don’t even have a bike I was fixing hers.”

“That’s another thing you just left with her for hours. What the hell was that about?”

“Oh my God; you’re so overbearing. She is a friend.” You roll your eyes.

“Well I didn’t appreciate you galavanting off with our hot neighbor.”

“Galavanting.”

“You got on the back of her Harley.” Quinn glared, kinking her brow.

“It wasn’t like that.” You huff.

“Considering I’ve been in that position before I’d say it’s pretty intimate.” Quinn rolled her eyes with a chortle. She remembered being thoroughly drenched when you would take her out on your bike when you had one, but it just wasn’t worth the risk in her opinion.

“There you go being jealous again. Surprise, surprise.” You sighed, rubbing your face.

Her eyes softened before placing a sleeping Finley back down on the sofa.

“Hey.” Quinn said softly as she took your hand. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have gotten so upset. I trust you. I’m glad you’re making friends. I am-”

“But?” you sighed looking away from her only to have her hands redirect your gaze.

“-however I really just don’t like you riding something so dangerous. Can we please come to an agreement on no riding motorcycles?” Her hands pressed against your chest softly rubbing you before hooking her arms around you. “For us? Please?”

With a heavy sigh you nod and she leaves a soft kiss against your lips.

“Thank you. Now how about we order pizza tonight?”

“Breadsticks too?”

“We definitely need breadsticks.” She chuckles, leaning up to kiss you.

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Later that night after putting the girls to bed you received a text.

1 New message from: Nat

‘Hope, I didn’t get you in too much trouble.’

‘She was upset but I can’t ride anymore. :( ‘ You text back.

Natasha texts you back with a :( .

You set your phone down getting in bed when Quinn takes your hand.

“I want you to know I’m trying Y/N. I’m working on myself, I promise.”

“Quinn, we left the city because of your jealousy issues.”

“I know, and I promise I’ll work harder on it.”

“Please do so because so far I’m making friends and I wanna keep them.”

“I know.” She whispered, this was something Quinn loathed about herself. This jealousy she harbors. It comes from her father. She absolutely knows it stems from him. “I’ll be better, I promise. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too.” You open your arms and she cuddles into you. The past year has been rough on you both. Here’s to hoping this year will be better.

<- Chapter two Chapter Four ->

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kipscorner · 1 year

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“Doesn't this seem like a bit much?”

“This is what Christmas is all about! Can't you feel it?”

“You guys, where are we? I think we should go back.”

“Serves them right, those Yuletide-loving sickly-sweet, nog-sucking cheer mongers!”

“I really don't like them. No, I don't.”

“I've been much too tolerant of these (Whovenile) delinquents and their innocent, victimless pranks.”

“So, they want to get to know me, do they?”

“I guess I could use a little social interaction.”

“Yeah, you bet. Ho, ho, ho, and stuff…”

“You see, [name]? The city is a dangerous place.”

“Now, please, don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.”

“Well, it's just, I look around at you and [Mom] and everyone getting all kerbobbled. Doesn't this seem...superﬂuous?”

“I think they were up on the mountain playing with matches, or defacing public property, or....”

“Take a look at his mailbox, (sweetie). Not a single Christmas card, in or out… Ever!”

“And for the rest of you: Jury duty! Jury duty! Jury duty! Blackmail. Pink slip. Chain letter. Eviction notice. Jury duty!”

“Well, that worked out nicely.”

“[Max], let's go. Our work here is finished.”

“Don't you know you shouldn't take things that don't belong to you? What's your problem? Are you a wild animal?”

“Saving you? Is that what you think I was doing? Wrong-o.”

“You've been practicing your Christmas wrapping! I am so proud of you.”

“My, I've never seen so many beautiful Christmas lights, [Betty Lou!]”

“It's handcrafted and almost 100 years old.”

“Come on, hurry up, Slowpoke.”

“What's that stench? It's fantastic!”

“One man's toxic sludge is another man's potpourri.”

“Did Christmas change or just me?"

“First floor, factory rejects.”

“But we did our worst. And that's all that matters.”

“At least I scared the bejeebles out of that little [girl] at the post office. [She]'ll be scarred for life, if we're lucky.”

“Funny she didn't rat on us, though. Must be afraid of reprisals.”

“If you utter so much as one syllable I'll hunt you down and gut you like a fish!”

“I've got all the company I need right here.”

“I'm an idiot!”

“You're an idiot!”

“Am I just eating because I'm bored?”

“In your own words, please tell me everything you know about [the Grinch.]”

“Hey, honey, our baby is here! He looks just like your boss.”

“It was Christmas Eve, and a strange wind blew that night.”

“Do you want a Christmas cookie?��

“Don't forget, tomorrow is our big Christmas gift exchange.Everyone bring a special gift for a special someone.”

“You don't have a chance with [her].”

“It was a horrible day when they were so cruel to [him]. And I could hardly bear it.”

“And that was the last time we ever saw [him]. The very last time.”

“I hate you.Hate, hate, hate. Hate, hate, hate. Double hate. Loathe entirely!”

“Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!”

“I may do something drastic.”

“You made that up! It doesn't say that.”

“But the book does say: The cheer-meister is the one who deserves a back slap or a toast. And it goes to the soul at Christmas who needs it most."

“Blast this Christmas music. It's joyful and triumphant.”

“The impudence! The audacity! The unmitigated gall!”

“You called down the thunder now, get ready for the boom!”

“Gaze into the face of fear!”

“You see? Even now the terror is welling up inside you.”

“Run for your life before I kill again!”

“Maybe you need a time-out.”

“Kids today. So desensitized by movies and television.”

“"Holiday Whobie-what-y"?”

“I know you hate Christmas, but what if it's all just a misunderstanding?”

“I myself am having some Yuletide doubts.”

“Award? You never mentioned an award!”

“Was anyone emotionally shattered?”

“Come on, a minute ago I couldn't shut you up! Details, details!”

“I don't know if it's that adorable twinkle in your eye or that nonconformist streak that reminds me of a younger, less hairy me.”

“Who knows? This Whobilation could change my entire outlook on life!”

“You can make snow angels later.”

“The nerve of those (Whos). Inviting me down there on such short notice. Even if I wanted to go, my schedule wouldn't allow it.”

“4:00, wallow in self-pity. 4:30, stare into the abyss. 5:00, solve world hunger tell no one. 5:30, jazzercise. 6:30, dinner with me… I can't cancel that again. 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing… I'm booked! If I bumped the loathing to 9:00, I'd have time to lay in bed stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness.”

“It's not a dress, it's a kilt! Sicko!”

“This is ridiculous. If I can't find something nice to wear, I'm not going! That's it, I'm not going.”

“Ohh, ahh, mmm… That's it, I'm not going.”

“[He] isn't here. What? [He] didn't show? Who could have predicted this?

“All right. I'll swing by for a minute, allow them to envy me grab a handful of popcorn shrimp, and blow out of there.”

“But what if it's a cruel prank? What if it's a cash bar? How dare they!”

“All right, I'll go. But I'll be fashionably late.”

“All right. I've made my decision! I'm going, and that's that!”

“Come on, while I'm young!”

“But first, a little family reunion.”

“Are you two still living?”

“Sweater? What are you talkin' about? No, I can't! I can't do that!”

“No. I can't do it, honestly. I'm not ready. It's too much, too soon!”

“I've got a lawyer. There'll be hell to pay!”

“Look at the time. I really should be getting back.”

“Bring it on! Is that all you got? Is that all you got? Come on!”

“That's what it's all about, isn't it? That's what it's always been about!”

“Look, I don't want to make waves, but this whole Christmas season is stupid, stupid, stupid!”

“There is, however one teeny-tiny Christmas tradition I find quite meaningful. Mistletoe.”

“Burn, baby! Burn!”

“Evening, folks. Mind if I ride along? You might want to scooch over.”

“You fellas all right? How about a nice hat?”

“I'm hurt, [Lou]. I'm hurt, and I don't hurt easily.”

“But you and your family.... I'm so disappointed.”

“I just wanted everybody to be together for Christmas.”

“Suffering snorkelblatz! They're relentless!”

“Oh, no. I'm speaking in rhyme!”

“I must stop this whole thing. Why for year after year I've put up with it now.”

“Are you having a holly, jolly Christmas? Wrong-o!”

“If you're not going to help me then you might as well…”

“You're as cuddly as a cactus and as charming as an eel.”

“Just face the music, you're a monster.”

“Your heart's an empty hole.”

“I asked for three-quarters, not five-eighths. Stay focused!”

“Air bag is a little slow. But that's what these tests are for!”

“Talk about a recluse. He only comes out once a year, and he never catches any flak for it!”

“Probably lives up there to avoid the taxes.”

“No, forget that part. We'll improvise.”

“Saving Christmas was a lousy ending. Way too commercial.”

“We're gonna die! We're gonna die! I'm going to throw up, and then I'm gonna die!”

“[Mommy], tell it to stop!”

“Almost lost my cool there.”

“It's Santa! Go right back to sleep.”

“[He]'s planning a double-twisting interrupted forward-flying 2-and-a-half with a combo tuck and pike. High degree of difficulty.”

“Blasted water weight! Goes right to my hips.”

“Okay, fellas. Show time.”

“[Mr. Santa], what are you doing with our tree?”

“[Santa], what's Christmas really about?”

“I know [he]'s mean and hairy and smelly. [His] hands might be cold and clammy. But I think [he]'s actually kind of sweet.”

“Nice kid. Bad judge of character.”

“Clearance sale. Everything must go.”

“That wasn't so bad, was it, [Max]?”

“What an embarrassment! I've been robbed!”

“I wonder who could have done this.”

“But did anyone listen to me? No.”

“[Cindy], I hope you're very proud of what you've done.”

“You're glad. You're glad everything is gone. You're glad that [the Grinch] virtually wrecked.... No, not wrecked, pulverized Christmas. Is that what I'm hearing?”

“You can't hurt Christmas, [Mr. Mayor], because it isn't about the gifts or the contests or the fancy lights. That's what [Cindy]'s been trying to tell everyone! And me. [She]'s been trying to tell me.”

“What's wrong with you? This is a child!”

“[She]'s my child. And she happens to be right, by the way.”

“I don't need anything more for Christmas than this right here, my family!”

“Now for the final note in my symphony of downright nasty not-niceness! The crescendo of my odious opus! The wailing and the gnashing of teeth. The bellowing of the bitterly bummed out! It'll be like music to my ears!”

“Somehow or other, it came Just the same!”

“How could it be so? It came without ribbons! It came without tags! It came without packages, boxes or bags!”

“Maybe Christmas doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.”

“Help me! I'm feeling!”

“What's happening to me? I'm all toasty inside. And I'm leaking?”

“All right, that's enough! Knock it off! beat it! Get out of here! One step at a time!

“Wait! This can't happen! It shouldn't! It couldn't! It mustn't! It wouldn't! Not now, not then, not ever again!”

“What are you doing up there!?”

“I came to see you. No one should be alone on Christmas.”

“I got you, [Cindy Lou]!”

“Are you kiddin'? The sun is bright and the powder's bitchin'!”

“Now scoot over! It's my turn to drive!”

“Now you listen to me, [young] [lady]! Even if we're horribly mangled there'll be no sad faces on Christmas.”

“By the way, these lights match your outfit perfectly.”

“This could be more difficult to negotiate.”

“Out of the way! I have no insurance!”

“Run for your lives! Watch out, I can't stop!”

“Aren't you gonna cuff me? Put me in a choke hold? Blind me with pepper spray?”

“Sorry but my heart belongs to someone else.”

“Cheer up, dude. It's Christmas.”

“There's nothin' like the holidays.”

“Too late! That'll be mine.”

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bellewintersroe · 1 year

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Ronald Speirs x reader

Part 3! This should be better than the last part and less of a filler chapter?! I hope anyway.

Anyway, surprise surprise, sorry not sorry, this is smutty asf. Idk what’s wrong with me atm but whatever, I just need to write this whilst I can!!

Tw - 18+, sexual references, sex unprotected AGAIN lmfao, whatever, dirty talk, let’s just see what I end up writing.

Jenny keeps dreaming about Ron, now there’s no distractions with war, she finds the tension between the two of them too much and some how they end up in an office together… talks about fraternising ensue between the pair.

“You’re so good… so fucking good at that.” Ron whined, bucking his hips further up into my own. I was riding him, my hand pressed to his chest as his head dropped back, overwhelmed by the pleasure he was experiencing. He was beautiful, so overwhelmingly perfect, and he just oozed sex appeal.

“Keep riding me like that.” A soft spank was left on my ass cheek, my hips quickening their assault and my knees ached for release. “That’s it… cum for me Jenny, cum all over me.”

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna c-“ gasping, my eyes burst open, scanning around the room wildly. My heart was thumping against my ribcage and my momentary confusion was soon dissolved when I remembered where I was and what had just happened.

A stupid dream, another one. About Ron as well, god, these stupid wet dreams had to stop, what was I, a 14 year old boy?? Glancing around my own room, I was grateful I had my own space, able to not disturb any of the other girls from their slumbers.

As I slumped back down into the bed sheets, I couldn’t help but feel the aching of my core between my legs, sighing, I crossed my legs and attempted to ignore the sensation. I was becoming obsessed with the idea of being around Speirs, I hated it, another few days had passed and I just couldn’t clear my mind of all the nasty thoughts I had about my commanding officer. We could be dishonourably discharged, punished, locked up- even though the war was drawing to an end, the methods of punishment were still severe. My hand didn’t slip anywhere near my underwear this time, I just couldn’t give in to the thought of ruining mine and somebody else’s life. It was easier for me to think that when I wasn’t around him, when he was there, I felt compelled towards him. Fuck.

The following day, I’d spent my day off in the confinements of my bedroom. I’d had a relaxed morning, desperate to avoid the exact same guy I was also desperate to see again. The only time I’d ventured out was to go on a gentle stroll around the lake to meet Betty who would be waiting for me somewhere around the waters edge. It was tranquil, peaceful, I enjoyed myself. That was until I’d bumped into a group of men from a company I didn’t realise. They’d been drinking, and for the most part the majority just smiled and walked past me, but two guys towards the back of the group began nudging one another, sneering towards me. I knew better than to react, so I continued walking past them, praying nothing else would be said until they decided to steer directions and walk up at either side of me. “Hey, pretty, what’s such a nice dame like you doin’ walking all alone?” “I’m meeting somebody.” I politely responded, forcing a smile as I continued my quick pace to my destination. “Oh yeah, who? Your boyfriend?” The other one responded as I simply forced an awkward laugh. “Shut up, Frank, she’s obviously not taken if she’s walkin’ around here alone.” “Uh- I actually am.” I lied, crossing my arms over my chest defensively as I waited for my answer to get rid of them. “Oh, really? What’s his name?” “Where is he?” I winced at their questions, ignoring them again and continuing to walk forwards. I was growing increasingly uncomfortable with the interaction, especially with both of them being on either side of me. “You don’t speak very much do you?” The one I assumed was called ‘Frank’ questioned, almost stepping in front of me so I had to step around him. That’s where things got weird. Just as I stepped around this ‘Frank’, the other guy stepped straight up behind me, seeming to find it appropriate to place a hand on my lower hip. “Get off me!” I snapped, brushing his hand off and yelping in surprise as I turned around to face the two of them. “Hey!” A third voice erupted, bellowing from across the dusty track. As I turned over, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. The moment couldn’t have been any more awkward than if it tried, but of course Speirs had witnessed the whole thing. “Oh great, who is that? Your boyfriend?” The first man leered as I watched Ron practically push straight past the second guy, snatching the other man’s arm. “Touch her again and I’ll break your fuckin’ arm. Both of you what’s your name and company? You’ve got nothing better to do than harass women, huh?” Woah. Even I was intimidated by Ron’s act of dominance. The men learnt the hard way not to mess with me again- or Captain Ronald Speirs. I’d never seen him in such a bad, bad mood and I didn’t know where to look when he and the two men’s commanding officer were practically telling them off like school children. As if the exchange couldn’t get anymore awkward, the men were fully escorted away to be dealt with, both their heads hung sheepishly low. Their commanding officer apologised to me once again before following the disgraced pair with a harsh stomp in his step. “You ok?” I was squinting watching the pair being practically arrested, my face only relaxing when I looked back over to Speirs. He was calm now, he wasn’t all pissed off and protective, even though I found that charming that he’d stand up for me, the way he was so soft now made me feel something deep within my chest. Something other than lust, oh no-

“I’m ok… thank you sir, I should go and find my friend.” “Where are you walking to? I’ll walk with you.” He swallowed as I averted my gaze from his. “To wherever my friend is, sir, Betty’s waiting for me somewhere.” “You don’t have to call me that, you know.” He muttered, beginning to walk besides me as I looked back up to him curiously. “Call you what?” I slowly asked, looking over his jawline that had a slight layer of stubble growing on. The afternoon sun was creating an orange glow across his profile, and I began to find myself admiring him in the most stupidest of moments.

“Just call me Ron.” He gently told me, kicking the dusty dirt below him. His words made me smile, the softness of them surprised me, before I then, of course, panicked that we were suddenly having a one on one conversation. “Okay… S- Ron.” I let out a soft breath of laughter at how normal it felt coming from my mouth. I’d only really called him that once before, and that’s when we slept together in the Eagles Nest. “I’ll have to get used to that.” I admitted. “I think I see your friend.” Ron then responded as I glimpsed up to see Betty waving me over. “Oh, yeah. Thank you for standing up for me earlier, I appreciate it.” Ron’s lips twitched half up as his eyes remained fixated on my own. “You let me know if anybody bothers you again.” Nodding, there was something a lot more innocent about the exchange compared to all the others we had. It felt pure, and it filled me with a sense of warmth. “Thank you, sir.” I quickly spoke, walking backwards, get still facing him. “Ron!” I corrected, before scurrying off to where my friend was.

* ”Then fourteen hundred you can report back to me that it all went smoothly in there.” Winters explained to me as we walked side by side towards battalion headquarters. Winters was busying everybody up, giving them ways to escape the war, whilst half of us nurses had been treat unfairly, he’d managed to get me out of a night shift by going down to a children’s hospital for the morning and visiting there. “Perfect, thank you so much, sir, I appreciate it.” I turned up to the red headed man with a smile on my face. “Good, you’ll be good help in there. It seems slightly more… alive than the night shift does.” “You’ve got a good point there.” I chuckled, entering the building to where a few of the other nurses were gathered around with our superiors. The majority of us had been fixed up with a good reasoning to get us off this unfair treatment, Winters wouldn’t have us being used unfairly.

The only space there was, was besides Captain Speirs at the back, as I walked over I smiled gently, swallowing the lump in my throat at the sight of him. I figured it would be substantially less awkward considering our interaction earlier, I hoped so anyway. Throughout the whole meeting I was only half listening, Ron’s arm would brush up against mine every now and then, and out of the corner of my eye I could see he was so close. If I stepped just the slightest bit closer, we’d be touching, to an outsider it looked normal, but to us it felt like there was something else completely different happening. Maybe that’s what he wanted, to play some kind of game, like cat and mouse. It was dangerous, so risky in a room full of all these people, but I liked the thrill of it. It felt like my breathing was uneasy, I swear he could tell, with one small glance to the side he’d be able to watch over my every movement.

Fidgeting, I moved my hand behind me, to rest on the table, but my fingers had brushed over his warm ones, and if I wasn’t crazy I swear I felt the nudge of his hand against my own. I remained completely still after that, feeling like a prey in that room under a predators beady eyes. Captain Speirs was so close to me, there was barely any room for small movements without grazing over one another. Worst of all, I wanted him to touch me- I wanted to touch him. After all the dreams I’d had about him…

There was a short film to be played, about the army nurses going into Japan. Exactly not what I wanted to think about, the impending threat of war not being over in the pacific somehow seemed even more daunting than everything we’d gone through in Europe. I switched my mind elsewhere, Ron. Avoiding listening to such statements such as ‘suicidal enemy’, I instead glanced down to the darkness that surrounded us in that small room. If he or I were to touch one another, nobody would know. He could probably slip a hand right up my dress and it would all be concealed by the darkness of the room. Sighing, I purposefully inched my hands ever so closer to him. Whilst I didn’t think he noticed, he did rest one hand on the table, the side closest to me. Stopping my movements, I glanced down to my left, making it a little obvious what I was doing. He must’ve noticed, copying my actions and gazing down to where my hand lingered before back up to the short film once again. For a moment, I thought he didn’t like it, so just as I went to retrieve my hand I was shocked when a simple finger ran over mine. A smile grew on my face, it was good it was dark in there because the footage was nothing to be smiling about. I felt his finger tip dance over the skin of my fingers, then my hand, before daring to reach behind me and stop at the tables edge. The small action drove me crazy, I think Ron knew it as well. When the lights were back on both of us acted like nothing had happened, despite the fact I was still breathing in manual mode, I semi ignored him, not knowing what to take from that situation.

Later that afternoon I was doing a few physical exams of the men for their records. I didn’t mind them, they passed time and I usually just got to spend time with the men I’d grew close friends with. It was 7pm, however before I’d got to the last man. “See you later, Alton, can you send in the next guy?” “Sure, I’ll catch you in a bit.” He winked, leaving the room as I ticked off a few more things on the paper before hearing the door shut quickly. “Oh, Captain Speirs, sir.” Scraping back my chair, I moved to stand at attention. “It’s fine.” He was quick to settle the formalities, handing me his papers over. “You’re here for a physical?” I asked dumbfounded as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. “Yes.” He responded, looking at me like I had two heads. What else would he be hear for? Stupid, stupid.

“Oh, yeah, of course.” I shook out of my awkwardness, glancing down to the papers on the table. “So you passed your physical exam by miles… you feeling okay in general?” My eyes widened seeing his physical scores. He was one of the top men, fastest, strongest- no wonder he was now the commanding officer. Ron nodded with a slight pout. “Okay, good.” I pushed the papers to one side, grabbing the stethoscope from the side. “I’m gonna just listen to you heart and breathing, take some blood and then I’ll start examining, come sit over here.” I nodded as he awkwardly took a seat in front of me. I smiled gently, moving over and pressing the stethoscope on his skin, under a loose gap in his shirt. Everything was fine, heart, lungs, but what I felt more awkward about was telling him to strip. “Um, if you just go behind the curtain and undress for me, same as always.” I avoided all eye contact, pretending to busy myself with a pen that I couldn’t find a home for. When I glanced up I noticed Ron attempting to undo his shirt right in front of me, my eyes widened. “Oh no, sir, you gotta go behind the curtain.” My hand landed on his as our eyes met for a brief few seconds. “Oh, okay.”

Within moments Ron was undressed and I was a blushing mess, of course he had his underwear on, but seeing him like this when we weren’t in a sexual situation made me al flustered. “You can come sit back down.” I watched as he sat back in front of me and I began examining, feeling his glands for any sign of bother, there was nothing.

“How much of this are you gonna do?” Ron then cleared his throat as I looked back up, my hand still rested on his chest. “How do you mean?” “As in… what else do you have to examine.” “oh, nothing private.” I sheepishly spoke. “That’s a man’s job, not mine.” An awkward giggle escaped my lips as I pressed over his chest, feeling for any abnormalities. I’d moved in closer, our knees knocking slightly, as I shuffled in my hair hearing him exhale gently. “You got any more after me?” Ron then questioned, my eyes lifting to really recognise how close we were. “No, you’re my last of the day.” My voice came out, barely a whisper as he nodded, a half smile growing on his face. Bashfully, I fluttered my eyes away, my heart rate taking off at a million miles per hour. Once everything was checked, sight, hearing, breathing- Ron was fine, but I however was left completely flustered, a literal mess, I was overheating as well. “You’re all done, everything’s fine.” My hand ran off his shoulder, standing back up from my chair, to push it back to where I got it from. “It is?” Ron spoke as I nodded. “Perfect, yeah. No surprise you got some of the top scores for your fitness earlier.” Ron sheepishly shrugged it off as I picked on the wooden table nervously as he stood up once again in front of me. “Don’t do that.” He winced, a hand covering mine. My gaze directed straight up to his, head tilting back to fully catch sight of him.

“Sorry.” My voice came out weak, like a whisper. “You said I was your last check up, right?” His voice lowered as I nodded, anticipating where this was going. His hand was still on mine, and we’d began to close the gap between us. “Yeah, last of the day. I got more tomorrow.” I averted my gaze one again, seeing him nod from the corner of my eye as his hand slipped off mine. Without thinking, I chased after it, my hand resting back in his again. “Ron, wait.” I stepped closer, borderline freaking out when I realised what I’d just done. Ron’s brows furrowed slightly, his free hand coming up to caress into my hair and over the side of my neck.

“You should go relax tonight.” He muttered, tracing his fingers across the sensitivity of my scalp. “I’m fine.” I sighed into his touch, hearing him hum out before moving closer to fully end the gap between us. Ron kissed me once sweetly, and again, before I felt myself practically dive on him. Shit, I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t get enough of him.

My fingers dug into the bare skin of his back, deepening the kiss as I couldn’t decide whether to yank on his underwear or his body to get even closer to me. The close proximity all day had ruined me, I was already aching desperately over him, and it was so wrong, in a physical exam with one of my superiors. But shit, I couldn’t help it. When my hands fell to his underwear, pushing on the band, he borderline pushed me back onto the desk, body toppling onto mine whilst pushing up my skirt. “I need you.” I admitted. “I just need you to fuck me.” The words came out bolder than what I expected. His fingers snapped at my underwear, stretching them down as he kicked at his fingers, lubricating my aching pussy before I pulled him by the ass into me. From the lack of foreplay I was still a little tight, but god I needed more of him, the second he entered me I let out a relieved sigh, feeling his arms wrap around my body to pull me close. His thrusts began, quick and harsh, filling me up in the way I’d needed. The sexual tension between us couldn’t be contained, and it always came to this in the most sneakiest of times. “Fuck me, sir.” I sighed out, keeping my voice on the low seeing as there was most likely people outside the door. Ron huffed with each thrust as he fucked into me, making the the table jump and move with each pump. He took a few harsh, slow thrusts, before giving it to me exactly how I wanted. One of his hands guided down to my clit, rubbing fast circles over my core as I covered my mouth with one hand.

Ron, knocked this hand away with his chin, attaching his lips onto mine as he groaned into the kiss causing me to scratch at his back harshly. “Please, please- like that, I’ve needed you so bad.” I admitted as he panted out, quickening his pace as he was encouraged by my words.

“Can’t stop thinking about you- about this.” He whispered back, grinding his hips right up to mine now as I let out a yelp maybe a little too loud. His words went straight to my chest, a warm swell filled me up and it caused me to scratch at his back more, Ron letting out a growl at the sensation.

It wasn’t long before I came crashing over the edge, babbling away as Ron moaned into my ear. “Cum all over me, fuck, that’s it.” He growled, biting down on my shoulder as his movements became choppy and strained. “Fuck.” “Cum for me, sir, fuck, I want it so bad.” With one last whimper from me, Ron pulled out and unloaded his seed onto my thighs, his high following mine shortly after as we both laid there breathing heavily. He was collapsed onto me, his cum rubbing up all over us uncomfortably. Grimacing, I glanced down as he followed my eyes. “Oh.” With that he was yanking tissues out of the box, wiping me clean before he did himself. I sat up on the table, still coming down from my high as Ron turned back to me, reaching forwards to do up my buttons. “So, is this becoming a regular thing now?” He practically smirked as my eyebrows raised. “I don’t know is it?” I straight up asked.

“Well… seems like it.” He muttered as he pulled his underwear back up, my eyes averting from his still evidently hard bulge. The white briefs didn’t do much to conceal anything, let alone something that bi- “shouldn’t we be more… careful?” “what d’ya mean?” He dumbly asked as I snatched my underwear back off the floor, pulling them back up. “I mean… you know, careful. If somebody finds out we’re both done for.” Ron watched me speaking with an unreadable expression. “You’re my commanding officer, I mean.” I mumbled out, shrugging with an awkward kinda chuckle leaving my lips.

Ron cleared his throat and moved around to retrieve his uniform that was discarded on the patient bed. “Yeah, suppose so.” Suppose so? How was he acting so nonchalant about this? His laid back attitude confused me, I’d expected him to be slightly more uptight, concerned, or maybe that was just me deflecting my emotions on him. “We should, I mean.” Ron corrected as I nodded, nudging down my dress to flatten any creases. Once dressed, Ron inhaled sharply like he was about to announce something important, but it fell flat. “Hm?” I frowned, not knowing how to fill the awkward silence. “I’ll see you… on patrol, tomorrow.” He too seemed a little awkward. After the intensity of our love making, our mundane conversations felt weird and unfitting. “Oh, I’m not going. I’m in the hospital tomorrow morning, so… I won’t be there…”

“Really? Forget what I said then.” He shook his head, fastening the last of his buttons on his uniform. He looked so handsome stood there, all tall and brooding, if it wasn’t so goddamn awkward then I would’ve been overjoyed. “I’ll see you later then, sir.” I smiled softly, fixing all the crumpled papers on my desk which we had messed up previously. “See you.” With one last nod of a goodbye, he’d left the room. A good 10 seconds later I’d noticed he’d left his god damn tie. Fuck. I contemplated running up after him, but then I didn’t want to seem desperate if I did so. Maybe he’d come back for it? Or maybe not, it had been too long of me sat there contemplating for him to have remembered. I was overthinking to the next level, so I simply left the tie there on my desk, gathered all my papers and left the office which I probably could never look at the same again. I was in trouble, big trouble- with myself.

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dearshelby · 2 years

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Hi Lora- those Halloween requests are irresistible. Could I request "tying up" with Tommy?

I hope you have fun

xx Val 🤍

Hey, Val! This one is a bit long, I'm starting to suspect I'm not good in writing blurbs 😅 Hope you like it!

WHERE YOU SHALL REMAIN | “Tommy Shelby + Tying up”

Tommy killed the engine after parking in front of black, fancy iron gates, the walls circling the property were tall and intimidating, it was the first time you visited the place and you already weren't fond of it.

"Are you sure it's here?" you asked, caressing your pregnant belly.

"It'll be good for her to grow up near nature, don't you think?" he rhetorically asked, regardless of your opinion, you knew Tommy would have more say in your child's life than you, after all, he was paying for everything.

In spite of the unbalanced power dynamic between you and him, you were happy to have Tommy in your life, if he was entirely yours, you'd dare to say you love him.

He was sweet, affectionate and protective of you, the only downside was the ring in his finger, but according to him, his marriage was a sham, so what was the harm?

Mr. Thomas Shelby, a respectable member of the parliament, took you as his mistress around eight months ago. Considering the age gap, you got pregnant quite soon and when your belly started to show, he bought you this house in the countryside.

"How can you be so certain it'll be a girl?" you questioned while he helped you climb out the car.

"I can see the future." he answered and you giggled, he didn't seem to be joking though.

To be honest, you were glad Tommy was accepting of the pregnancy, he even wanted it to be a girl, the reason for that, however, Tommy won't tell you, he didn't want any possible bastard boy to get in Charlie's way in the future.

He guided you inside with a hand on your lower back, walking through the garden, you noticed the grass was recently cut, you wondered if there would be any servants to help you.

Tommy unlocked the front door and let you walk in first. The living room had a simple, but tasteful decoration, the bedroom was cozy and perfectly sized for you and Tommy, but your favourite part was the library, three walls full of books for you to devour.

"The maid, Betty, will bring more condiments tomorrow evening, she'll come three times a week to clean and cook." Tommy explained at the end of the house tour.

"Does she know about us?" you sat down at the living room's sofa.

"She's related to my house's head maid, so I guess they're alike, if she asks too much just give her a bribe and she'll shut up."

"I see." you nodded, "I won't need to do anything then."

"You're carrying my child, I don't want you running around." Tommy sat beside you, "What do you think of the house?"

"Well, I-" you gulped, not wanting to sound ungrateful, "it's beautiful, but I think- I think I still prefer the flat I showed you in London."

"Y/N-"

"I know, Tom, I'm not complaining, I know you've got a reputation to maintain and be seen with me…" you pouted, showing your disappointment.

"You know things aren't like I want them to be, love," he took an affectionate hand to your belly, "if it depended on only me you'd move to my house so I'd be able to see you- both my girls every day."

"What about when she grows up?" you weakly smiled, "I doubt there's a good school around."

"She'll be homeschooled."

"My child won't be homeschooled, Tommy," you quickly disagreed, "you can afford a good, private school."

"People will talk if some girl called Shelby suddenly show up."

"She won't take your name then, only mine." you argued and he scoffed.

"She's my fucking child, of course she'll take my name."

"If she's your child, give her a decent future then!"

"Let's discuss her future after she's born, eh?" Tommy slowly said, by his tone you could tell he was angry.

He lit a cigarette while you looked around the room, getting some courage, you confessed, "I don't like this place."

"You don't like the house."

"I like the house, but not the place, it's isolated from the world."

"I told you I'd get something discreet."

"Yeah, I imagined it'd be something near Birmingham or London, not something like this!"

"You'll get used to it, you grew up in big cities, that's why you don't like it."

"No," you teared up, there'd be no way you'd live in a place like that, "please, for my and the baby's sake, Tommy, don't make us live here."

"It's already arranged."

"But how will you visit us, you barely have time and it's so far-"

"Enough, Y/N."

He never had spoken to you in such a manner, looking down, you tried to fight the tears threatening to run down your face and lost, Tommy softly squeezed your arm, pulling you to his lap.

"There," he brushed your tears away, "didn't mean to make you cry."

You wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder, he patted your back almost in childish consolation. Slowly, frustration went away, you felt safe and relaxed in Tommy's arms, his smell, his taste, his touch, everything about him worked like morphine every time you were nervous.

"Better?" he asked, taking off his tie.

"Yeah."

"Good." while still petting your back with one hand, Tommy grabbed your wrist and held it behind your back with the other.

"What are you doing?" you peeked at him.

"Gonna make you feel good now." Tommy kissed your shoulder and took your other wrist, holding them together and tying them up with his tie.

"Here?"

"So you'll get used to it." with that being said, Tommy laid you on the sofa.

He took your shoes and stockings off, leaning in, he pressed a trail of kisses from your jaw to your chest.

Breathing heavily, you tried to wrap your arms around him like you always do, but the knot around your wrists made it impossible.

"Tommy," you moaned, "untie me."

"'I'm afraid I can't do that." he drawled, looking into your eyes.

"What?" you nervously giggled, "C'mon, Tommy, untie me."

"If you weren't so stubborn, we could have spent the night here."

Tommy stood up and took the keys of his car, you immediately sat up, "What-"

"Betty will bring your baggage tomorrow morning."

"Tommy, stop playing, this isn't funny."

"It really isn't, love," he kissed your forehead while you tried to set yourself free, "see you next week."

"Tommy! Tommy!" you called while he headed to the door.

You stood up and tried to run after him, but as soon as you got close, he pushed you with such strength that you fell on the floor.

"Don't do that again, it's not good for the baby." he ordered.

As he walked out and locked the door behind him, you knew there was no escape, you'd be there for a long, long time.

HALLOWEEN REQUESTS

#tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #2022's halloween

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somebodystoleme · 2 years

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AUGUST: 𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

pairings: eren x fem!reader, jean x fem!reader (slight)

type: angst, fluff, oneshot

word count: 2,754

warnings/tags: cheating, pet names, (baby, my love, pretty girl, my dearest) based around taylor swift’s song; AUGUST, childhood friends to lovers, eren is kind of a douchebag, misaka is betty, misaka and reader are friends, unrequited love, highschool AU, suggested mental breakdown during the summer, one suicidal thought at end

a/n: hi!!! i’m so excited to be starting off my writing with this piece! i’m a huge folklore fan, and i have so many ideas that i feel the need to write them down. constructive criticism is always welcome! I DONT KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABT THIS SO UHMMMM

not proofread

enjoy :)

FALL:

i remember that day so clearly.

my hot pink converse are covered in mud. “c'mon hurry up.” i look up the hill to see eren already at the treehouse. “ugh i’m coming not all of us can be so fast and beautiful like you.” i say while rolling my eyes. “so you think i'm beautiful?” he’s smirking i know. “hahah, don’t we all.” i say awkwardly. “only you. always you.” i hear faintly, it sounds almost like the wind said it, not him. “y/n, promise me something.” he says. “ok.” he lets out a breathe, “promise me when we are in highschool-” i cut him off, “eren we’re in 4th grade. i’m not going to remember this.” he shoves me in the front. “no no listen you know how they do a dance and i want to go with you okay? don’t go with connie. i know he’s been crushing on you for like weeks. go with me. okay?” a blush locks onto his face and it seems like it won’t let go. “ok i promise-” suddenly i’m rolling on the grass down the hill, “eren you jerk!”

i’ve known eren for years, we started as friends, our friendship ended in our earlier years of highschool. but soon during this year we both would exchange quick hellos in the hallways and then we would shuffle past to get to our lockers. but as those rapid hellos turned into him asking me for what our AP biology homework was. i hoped that maybe our small interactions would turn to him asking me to dinner or maybe a movie. just like old times

until, he chose mikasa. as usual. my eyes flash over to them walking to school together. they look good together. a small blush is scatter over mikasa’s face as she’s laughing with eren. she locks eyes with me, “y/n! hey,” i want to turn around i need to go, i can’t be here. a hand wraps around my wrist, i quickly turn around to face eren. “hey y/n are you okay? you look pale.” he’s so caring. so sweet. i would treat you amazing, eren, why don’t you see? “i’m fine eren thanks. mika what’s up?” mikasa face goes brighter; she’s blushing again. “eren and i are dating!” they should’ve started dating a long time ago. a fake smile warps into my face, “oh mika i’m so happy for you! you too, eren! now if you excuse me i’ve gotta to go to government.” i turn into my locker, grabbing my books.

WINTER:

i fiddle with my white spaghetti straps using one hand while my other one is messing with my rings. can you tell i’m nervous? an arm wraps around my waist while we walk up the stairs. i manage to smile, “are you excited?” i let out. “to be here with a pretty girl like yourself, yeah.” i smile, he isn’t eren but mikasa set him and i up for me to at least have a date for my senior homecoming.

i’m at the homecoming game, the dance is in an hour, and i’m scared. yes technically i’m going to dance with eren. but he didn’t ask me with a sign or anything like how niccolo asked sasha. mikasa walks up to the stands. “you excited, y/n?!” she’s wearing jean’s hoodie. “why in the world are you wearing jean’s hoodie.” i squeal a little bit out of excitement for her and relief that she’s not into eren. “oh he just asked me to homecoming with a sign and everything. heh.” she’s smiling brightly but not as bright as that time i saw her hold hands with eren because she had to for something. i nod my head, “congrats mika!” i lock eyes onto eren stuck on the bench. as almost on beat he turns his head to meet my eyes. he waves and smiles. not at mikasa but at me. but maybe he was waving at her because she waved right back and looked at me with a confused face.

the homecoming dance is just as you expect. the seniors and juniors have a huge mosh pit in the corner, while pieck and porco are making out on the other side. bleh. a slow song turns on. every person with a date starts scrambling to find their other half. i look around to find eren, he’s nowhere in sight. i see a shadow moving towards me, eren? “er-” i almost say till i realize it’s jean, sweaty, gross, and adorable jean. “if you’re looking for eren he’s outside with mikasa making out and shit. fucking dickhead.” i stared at the wall in shock for eight minutes.

as we both shuffle into the sweaty and crowded gym, i notice eren and mikasa walking towards. i notice his arm is draped around her waist. “y/n! jean! can you believe it? this is our last homecoming.” a faint frown graced her face. “you remember that time when eren got into a fight with connie over who gets to dance with you first, y/n?” i swat away jean’s comment. “yes, luckily eren won. i wouldn’t want to dance with connie.” i say. “don’t we all agree?” jean laughs, “ok eren calm down.” jean pats eren on the back and whispers something in his ear. the gym erupts into a loud scream, “whats going on?” i ask mikasa, “omg story of us is playing come dance with me?” i shake my head, “i'm starving and i'm going to mingle, ask eren.” she walks over to eren and asks him the same but i guess he declines because he moves over to me. “she knows i hate the crowds.” he lets out, i nod in return, “don’t we all.” he lets out a chuckle, “please you’re not like all of us.” he nudges me into the side. a blush paints my face, i'm not like the others? “pleaseeeee,” at this point i'm laughing so hard i can feel sweat forming on my forehead, “i bet you say that to mikasa.” he face changes mood quickly. “oh- wow look what song is playing.” he grabs his drink off our white clothed table and walks away.

SPRING:

the school library is stuff-full of high school students attempting to study for their final but all i’m hearing is freshman talking about who knows what. i turned up my volume on my chromebook.

pitter-patter, pitter-patter. it’s raining, great, how unlucky can i become now?

my hand is cover in blood. hitch sits on the concrete with a bloody nose. “ugh you’re done now, y/n” i wipe off my hand on my dress shirt, great, mom is going to kill me. “yeah okay. so scary.” she gets up and starts running towards me, i’m about to land a punch right at her eye. until, someone grabs me and pulls me away. “y/n what the fuck do you thing you’re doing?” eren is there. he’s always there helping, for what? he grabs me by the waist, throwing me onto his shoulder. “sorry hitch. y/n didn’t mean whatever happened, okay?” he winks at her and starts running away. “you asshole let me down! i could’ve taken her.” he puts me down, i guess football has made him buff. “you just moved back schools. i know you hate her but calm down. we’re in our freshman year, don’t get suspended dumbass. what would we do without you?” a tear falls out of my eye, for no reason, i shouldn’t be crying, i won. it’s just the fact he cares about me. i stand up on my tip toes and kiss his cheek. “thanks eren.”

i grab my tote bag opening wider to stick my hand inside fiddling around. seriously. no umbrella? i pick up my stuff and stuck it in my bag. i move to the exit of the library, meeting face to face with eren. “oh hi eren.” i smile, a smile that’s too genuine, that should be saved for someone who’s single or who is actually into me but i know he doesn’t. “hey y/n, can you help me find a book?” a book? damn when did he start visiting the library? “yeah totally. what book?” he pulls out his phone and shows me a picture, “wuthering heights. emily brontë.” i set my bag on a table close to us and walked over to the fiction section. i hand it to him and soon he’s back after checking it out. “soooo, when did you start reading emily brontë?” he lets out a chuckle, “please y/n. it’s for mikasa not me.” oh. “i heard mikasa is going to spain for the summer. you scared she’s going to find some hot spanish dude?” he starts cracking up. “no way.” we started heading to the exit, together. “where’s your car? do you need me to drive you back?” i notice eren’s white jeep is parked at the pickup section, i point towards my red mini cooper at the far end of the parking lot. “lemme drive you over there.” i nod my head, “thanks eren.” he moves to the shotgun seat and opens the door, holding the door just long enough. “ok once you get into your car run in there so you don’t get wet.” it’s cute he cares. “ok eren.” i roll my eyes. “i'm just trying to help!” i punch him in the arm, “thanks sherlock.” he pulled up right next door to my car. i drive home smiling.

SUMMER:

i notice eren skating home one day, i bet he’s thinking of mikasa right now. i roll down my window, “hey eren let’s go ride.” he looks a little shocked to see me. “ok.” i unlock the doors and roll up my window. “i’m about to go to the beach. you should swim with me.” he nods his head. “yeah okay y/n, just like old times.”

eren and mikasa have been hanging out a lot more than usual. jean says it’s because they hooked up during the summer. connie says it’s because eren realized mikasa has been into him since the beginning. and truly i don’t know what to do. i pull up snapchat to watch those really bad stories because they are quite funny. eren’s story has been updated. i click on it to find myself looking at mikasa and eren laughing in many poses. one is him holding her up and another is her on his back. i shut off my phone, i feel my heart break into tiny little pieces.

i pull into the beach, recently many young people have been leaving trash here and it pisses me off. i grab a trash bag. “wait why do you have a trash bag? please tell me you aren’t going to murder me.” i laugh. “no idiot. whenever i’m done surfing i pick up some trash.”

i started picking up eren a lot more. mainly his parents would be fighting and he’d let me know a time, place, and we would drive. he would rant to me while blaring his trash rap. and i would nod my head listening. because i love him. i park into a fast food place i think has been out of business for years now, just for me to hear him more clearly. “y/n.” i look over at him, “yes eren.” he looks down at my lips and i can’t help to feel a little excited. “can i kiss you, please, just once i want to know what you taste like.” whatever this is, is wrong. i should say no and kick him out. “are you sure?” but i can’t pull myself together and do it. “never have i ever before.” we both lean in and finish it. eren and i are kissing and i don’t know how i should feel. he tastes just what i pictured. i can smell his dad’s cologne on him, i feel his hands tug at my shirt.

today, sasha and i should be hanging out but eren said he might be free. i quickly call up sasha apologizing saying i might have the flu, so maybe stay as far as you can away from me. i send a message to eren asking if he wants to hang. he doesn’t respond. i sit in my bed laughing at myself. oh how stupid am i? to chase a boy just for attention. he’s not mine. he’s not mine to lose. after an hour or so i get a response saying to meet him behind the mall. then again all my feelings prior are gone. i’m happy, i have a chance. “hey baby.” he says looking at me. me. me. “omg already with the pet names?” i try to hide my face cause the red is taking over. “i mean c’mon have you seen us.” us. us. us. you called yourself and me, us. “can we go to your house. i want to sleep.” i nod my head, i know what he wants. he wants me to give him a piece of my heart again, again, and again.

“do whatever you want my parents are out in mexico right now.” i say. he moves over to my parent’s wine cabinet. “care for a sip?” i sigh. “i’m not a good drinker.” his hand cups around my cheek, “my love. please. i haven’t had wine before.” i’m blushing again. “sure.” i grab the wine from his hand and pour it into glasses. “cheers.”

i’m sitting on his lap in his front room taking photos of us. he says it for his wallet. he calls me pretty while i stumble over my words unsure on what to say. it seems so perfect. our relationship. i want to call him my boyfriend. “baby.” i tap his shoulder as he’s typing away a response to someone. i look over his shoulder. it’s mikasa. of course it is. i bite back any words i had or want to say because she’s first pick. he’s not mine. i keep on forgetting.

we’re sitting in front of my tv watching the gilmore girls, his arm is around my waist. i wonder what mikasa would do if she saw us. summer ends in exactly three days- “my love, my love, my love?” he keeps whispering in my ear. i pause the tv. “eren if you want to talk do it during a pause scene, gosh.” he pushes my head towards him, “i want you right now.” my eyes lock onto his. “eren- no no no.” i’m pushing his arm off me. all he wants is sex. all the time. “baby if you loved me you would. mikasa would.” mikasa would do it. i nod my head and give into temptation one more time.

when i wake up the next morning i realize eren left. i sigh, picking up my phone to check in with my mom and dad. sasha has been blowing up my phone for the past thirty minutes. i scan over the texts. from all i can see is, mikasa, mad, eren, you, fucking, and cheating. sasha knows. and knowing how sasha knows everyone knows now. my heart picks up in pace when i finally get the call from mikasa. i power off my phone completely.

once i power it back on i have thirty miss calls from eren. his contact name in my phone is ‘my dearest <3′ probably not anymore. i call him back, he answers on the first ring. “you dumbass what the fuck did you do.” he’s yelling into the mic. his mad for sure. “i didn’t do anything, i swear.” i hear a grunt. “we’re done y/n. ok? whatever we were was just so i had someone. i missed mikasa so i used you. i’m sorry-” he’s not. “don’t get me wrong you’re amazing and perfect for someone who isn’t me. i mean, back in the day yes. just now, no. sorry. i don’t want to see you again and after this call i’m blocking you. so please don’t try to find me i won’t pick up.” he hangs up. the tears started and i wish i could turn off my emotions. i’m not good enough. i’m not good enough. i pick up my pillow and throw it towards my closet. i’m not good enough.

i send a text to mikasa saying i’m sorry and quickly turn off my phone. i roll over in my bed replaying everything. and hoping i don’t wake up.

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