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applerubyy · 3 years

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Summary: When you find your boyfriend cheating on you yo decide to expose him in the pettiest way you can think of.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (some Loki x Reader if you squint)

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Cheating and cursing (I think that’s it?)

A/N: Hi! So this is my first time writing and posting anything here so if its terrible please tell me nicely :). This is some AU where everyone lives and all is happy ok? Also english is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Anyway, if it turns out that some of you like it I think I’d be willing to do a part 2 if you like. Hope you enjoy it! <3. Btw, the gif is not mine so credit to whoever made it.

Crack. That’s the sound of your heart breaking, ripped to pieces in just a few seconds. And no, you were not exaggerating. Seeing your boyfriend kissing someone else while taking off their clothes would do that to a person. And in his office of all places.

How did you not see that coming? They had a lot in common and they did spend a lot of time together but you were just so naïve thinking that he was the most trust-worthy person ever that you looked the other way and believed him when he told you she was “just a friend”.

Just a friend my ass you thought as you calmly walked to your room. No running, that would draw attention to you and you didn’t need that. No crying either, because once you started you wouldn’t be able to stop. Walking down the hallway and taking the elevator to your floor feels like it takes forever.

Time is funny that way. It has that annoying tendency to slow down or speed up at the worst times. Like when you were in college and the clock seemed to literally stop, you would look at the time and it was 10:20 am and check again after what felt like half an hour for it to be 10:25 am. Or like when you are having fun with your friends at a club and you see it’s 12:30 but when you look again a few minutes later it’s 2:40. Right now it feels like the former, time seems to have slowed down. Maybe Dr. Strange did something to it? No, that’s stupid, he wouldn’t play with time that way.

Finally the elevator pings open and you rush to your room. Well, it’s not only your room anymore. You share it with him and everything is a reminder of what you just saw. The art supplies on the desk by the window, the famous shield leaning against the wall near the door, the messy bed where you sleep together every night …

And every single thing brings tears to your eyes until finally, the dam breaks and you let the tears fall down. You bring your hand to your mouth to muffle a sob that brings you to your knees. Crying is the only thing you can do right now because your brain is stuck on a loop. All you can see is Steve kissing her, unbuttoning her shirt with one hand while the other grabbed her ass. And all you can hear are their moans, Sharon’s whimper when he touched her and his groan as he did so.

And now you are full on crying and choking on air because that scene keeps replaying itself over and over no matter how much you want it to stop. And you do, Gosh you do because there is so much your heart can take and this is too much. It shatters you in more ways than one. It makes you question everything you thought you knew about him, about her, about your relationship and about yourself.

You remember the first time you met him. You were already in college and looking for an internship. Luckily you happened to be the niece of the one and only Pepper Potts. And who wouldn’t want to work near Earth's mightiest heroes? You sure did. You were studying journalism and communications in New York and working with the Avengers was the ultimate dream, one that was about to come true.

Your first day was uneventful, it consisted mainly of coffee runs, delivering files and passing messages along. That was until your third coffee run where you ran straight into a wall, well actually it wasn’t a wall but it felt like it. The coffee spilled everywhere, on your clothes and his, and you were going to fall on your butt if it wasn’t for him grabbing your arms to steady you. Imagine your surprise when you looked up to see Captain America himself.

And that’s the moment your love story started. It seemed like something straight out of a romantic comedy and you loved it. It started with flirting, a date and then another, him asking you to be his girlfriend and finally asking you to move in once you graduated. It felt like a fairytale.

Tony wasn't very happy about you and the Capsicle but he saw how happy you were so he tried to be happy too. Tony was your uncle even if you didn’t share any blood. Growing up you would visit your aunty Pepper in New York and he was always around, you even stayed at his house when Pepper and him had to work. So, you two became really close even before he became Iron Man and started dating your aunt.

The same thing happened with Rhody. Your close relationship with Tony meant you were close to him too, seeing as he was one of the most important people in his life. Rhody treated you like his niece and was the only one he didn’t make fun of which you took as the ultimate compliment.

So those three you knew before you started working at the compound and before Steve. But once you started working there you met the rest of the Avengers. Being Pepper and Tony's niece and Steve's girlfriend meant they all wanted to get to know you.

You met Bruce Banner, the Hulk, and you became really close. But that was thanks to his close relation with Tony and all the time you spent with him working on his social media presence to make sure people saw him as more than just the green monster who smashes things. After a while of working there they promoted you and now you manage the Avengers social media.

Nat and Wanda became your best friends from the moment you met. You just clicked and hung out as much as possible, being the only girls on the team meant they were really happy to have another female added to the mix. As for Vision, he liked you because Wanda did, simple as that.

Bucky and Sam were the funniest people ever, their constant bickering always brought a smile to your face and they welcomed you with open arms. Happy that their friend had finally found someone to be with.

Thor and Clint were like the fun uncles you got to see every once in a while. The God of Thunder was like an excited puppy and would hug you till you couldn’t breath every time he came to Earth and Clint would joke around with you and FaceTime you when he was with his kids because they loved you (“best babysitter ever” that called you).

You met Peter when he started working for your uncle. He was a sweet kid and your love of memes, vines and pop culture made you instant friends. He would ask you for advice on girls and tell you science jokes.

But we all know not all fairytales have a happy ending and this one definitely didn’t. You’re feeling so many things at once. There’s anger, sadness, jealousy and something else you can’t put your finger on. You keep crying and are unable to move from your kneeling position on the floor. Checking the clock you realize you’ve been on the floor crying for an hour so you stand up.

Taking a shower seems like the best thing to do, your head is pounding and your face is all puffy. As you shower it hits you, that other feeling swirling around is inevitability. In a way you always thought he was too good for you, you always thought he would eventually get tired of you and trade you for someone else.

It just hurt too much that it was her, the woman he shared so much with. The niece of Peggy Carter, his first love. An agent of S. H. I. E. L. D. Someone who risked their life for the world like he did. Someone prettier. Someone better than you.

Yeah, you were definitely on a self-pity party. But you needed to be miserable for a while, to cry it all out, to hurt so that you could move on to the next stage of grief: anger. And when that came, there was no stopping you.

You weren’t a mean person, or a petty one. You gave everyone countless opportunities and forgave way too easily so you never really got angry. But when you did, when you said enough is enough, yeah, you better watch out. That could be the meanest bitch you ever met and she had no mercy.

So you got out of the shower, dried yourself and started getting ready. Tony was throwing yet another party about who knows what and you were not missing it. You liked parties, they were the perfect excuse for wearing pretty dresses and putting on make up. And tonight you were going all out.

Your inner bitch was concocting a plan and you were going with it.

You hear the door open and prepare yourself to put on the best acting of your life. You take a deep breath and in the sweetest voice you can muster say: “Steve is that you babe?”

“Yeah doll it’s me” you hear him say. A few second later he pops into the bedroom and gives you a peck on the lips as you continue with your makeup.

“How was your day?” Steve asks as he takes off his clothes, probably to take a shower. “I missed you today, i went by your office but you weren’t there” he says with a small frown between his eyes. You could stare at his blue eyes forever but snap out of it when you remember what he did.

“Oh not much, i left work earlier to get ready for tonight” you answer. Shit your work. You really did leave like that, but after tonight hopefully they’ll understand. “You should start getting ready, the party starts in thirty minutes”.

He smiles at you and tells you he’s going to take a quick shower before getting dressed. He goes to the bathroom and you feel like breaking the mirror but instead take a few deep breaths and remind yourself he’s getting what he deserves later on. With that in mind you finish applying you makeup and smile at yourself, you look good. Moving on to your hair you decide to do some loose waves and that’s it, you really don’t know how to make those complicated updos.

Steve gets out of the shower and starts putting on his suit. Men really do have it easier you think to yourself when you see all the work you had to do and he just showers and that’s it.

You take your dress out of the closet and admire it. It really is beautiful. It has a deep plunging neckline that shows a lot of cleavage and is skin tight with a slit on one side. The fact that it is silver with sequins makes it even better. Pepper helped you pick this dress.

You put on the dress and admire yourself in the mirror. You look good. Behind you, you hear a whistle and turn around to see Steve watching you lust in his eyes. He comes closer and grabs you by the waist, pulling you to him.

“You look stunning” he says as he wets his bottom lip. “I can’t wait to take it off of you when we get back”. Lying cheating bastard.

“Can't wait” you lie as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. This is just a kiss goodbye you tell yourself. One last kiss before he’s out of your life and probably runs to her. Tears threaten to fill your eyes but you hold them down. Not now.

You break the kiss when the need to breathe is too strong. Grabbing his hand you start walking towards the door and say: “Come on, we’re already late”.

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The party had already started once you walk in and in true Tony fashion it is elegant and extravagant. Everyone is there: S. H. I. E. L. D. agents, the Avengers themselves, politicians and a few famous people.

You and Steve walk to the bar and order drinks. A whiskey for him and a strawberry daiquiri for you, yes you are that basic but hey, it tastes awesome. He offers you his arm and with drinks in your hands you start looking for your friends. A lot of people stop you on the way, nobody wants to miss an opportunity to talk to Captain America.

One thing, or rather on person, catches your attention: Loki. He’s sitting on one of the cushions alone with a drink in his hand. It’s weird to see him there. Sure, he was redeeming himself for what he did in 2012 and Thor said he was doing better but he rarely left Asgard (he “hated mortals”) and when he did come to Earth it wasn’t for a party.

As if he could feel you staring he turns his head and locks his eyes with yours. You weren’t going to lie, he was gorgeous. He was incredibly tall, had those charming green eyes and was actually funny (but you’d never admit that to anyone). But you were in love with Steve and never saw him as anything more than Thor's hot brother. And everyone in the Avengers was hot so that’s not saying much.

You turn away from him and see Nat and Wanda on the dance floor and you tell Steve you’ll see him later and to go find his friends. He’ll need them after tonight you think to yourself. You greet the girls and start dancing with them, for a moment forgetting about what you saw today and putting Loki out of your mind.

The three of you decided to take a break and order some more drinks. Once at the bar Wanda orders for you and when your drinks arrive you go back to the dance floor. You spend the next few hours dancing, talking to your friends and pretending that nothing's wrong. Talking to Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Hugging Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong. Kissing Steve and pretending that nothing's wrong.

The fact that Sharon is at the party doesn’t help at all. When you see her talking or touching him you feel like you’re gonna lose it but you remain strong. You remind yourself of your plan and try to keep them out of your mind.

There’s a small stage at the far end of the room and you see your uncle Tony step on it and grab the microphone.

“Hello everyone and thank you for coming to another one of my amazing parties. I hope you are having a good time and taking advantage of the free bar over there” he points to the other side of the room and continues, “Now for what we have all been waiting for: karaoke! And yes, i want everyone to sing something because that’s the whole point of this. I'm looking at you Manchurian Candidate, you’re singing”.

With that he gets off the stage and passes the mic to Sam who decided to sing a Marvin Gaye song. He’s pretty good actually but you can’t fully concentrate on him because your mind is going a thousand miles an hour for what it’s going to happen later.

More people go up and sing their songs and you applaud when they’re done. Nobody is talking much, they're all too busy either laughing at the others performance, drinking or actually listening to the songs. You’re sitting with Steve to your right, Bruce to your left and the rest of the Avengers nearby. You’re your own little group.

It’s finally your turn and as you walk to the stage you can hear your friends whistling and cheering you on. Once you’re up on the stage you choose the song and start singing.

Ask you once, ask you twice now

There's lipstick on your collar

You say she's just a friend now

Then why don't we call her?

So you wanna go home with someone

To do all the things you used to do to me

I swear, I know you do

Used to take me out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when I ring you up

Don't know where you are

'Til I hear her say your name

Used to sing along when you played guitar

That's a distant memory

Hope she treats you better than you treated me, ha

As you continue singing you get more and more confident and take the mic. You walk off the little stage and over to your friends while dancing and you can see them smiling, clapping and having fun. They have no idea how much i mean all of this you think. You look at Steve and he’s completely oblivious. Good, you want to take him by surprise. You arrive at your little circle of friends and start singing the chorus.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her

Kissing and having fun

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

You keep dancing and go back to back with Wanda who’s also singing along. You then turn to Nat and she grabs your hand and makes you do a little spin.

After three, after four times

Why did I bother?

Tell me how many more times

Does it take to get smarter?

Don't need to deny the hurt and the lies

And all of the things you did to me

I swear, I know you did

And now you take her out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when she rings you up

She know where you are

But I know differently

Now she sings along when you play guitar

Making brand new memories

Hope you treat her better than you treated me

You go up to Tony and he starts dancing around you busting out some dad moves. You laugh and keep on singing and dancing.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her

Kissing and having fun

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)

Ciao adios, I'm done (no, no, no, no)

Ciao adios, I'm done

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

And now you take her out in your fancy car

And make out in the rain

And when she rings you up

She know where you are

But I know differently

Now she sings along when you play guitar

Making brand new memories

Hope you treat her better than you treated me

You walk back to the stage as you sing and step up. You put the mic back into place and sing the last part of the song.

I'm onto you, yeah you

I'm not your number one

I saw you with her (with her)

Kissing and having fun (and fun)

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done (I'm done)

Ciao adios, I'm done (you get on with your life, I'll get on with my life)

Ciao adios, I'm done

If you're giving her all of your money and time

I'm not gonna sit here wasting mine on you, yeah, you

Ciao adios, I'm done

When you’re done people are clapping and cheering and you look to your friends to see them all smiling. You look at everyone and make a little mock bow and when you straighten you see Loki sitting on the same couch as before. But this time he’s looking at you and he’s laughing, not smiling and cheering but actually laughing.

You look back at your friends and say “Thank you, thank you” with a smile on your face. You continue , “I wanted to dedicate this song to my boyfriend Steve” you point at him.

“In case it wasn’t clear enough, i wanted to tell you that i saw you with Sharon”. You could hear a pin drop. No one was talking and all eyes were on you. This is what you wanted, to humiliate him as much as he did you. And what better way to do it than publicly? Oh but you weren’t done.

You could see Steve's face going pale and nobody knew where to look, if at you or at him. Tony look ready to murder him as did Rhody, Pepper, Peter and Bruce. Thor, Clint and Vision looked shocked. But Bucky, Sam, Nat and Wanda looked guilty.

Your heart breaks a little more when you realize they knew. You can’t really blame Bucky and Sam for not telling you, they were Steve's friends after all. But you thought the girls were your friends, that they would have told you. Apparently you overestimated that friendship.

You keep on smiling and continue “So… I’m breaking up with you. Hope she was a good fuck and wasn’t uncomfortable with the fact that you were once in love with her aunt”. You do a dramatic pause and make a little disgusted face. “Anyway, if I’m lucky i´ll never see you again. Have a great life!”

And with that, you walk off the stage and make your way to your friends. Steve is rooted to the spot and his face is red with embarrassment. You walk up to him, look him straight in the eye and give him an evil smile. He gulps and opens his mouth as if he’s about to say something and then closes it. He does is two more times and still nothing comes out.

You turn to your group and look at Wand and Nat, who can’t seem to be able to look you in the eye. You sigh and say: “Who want enemies when they can have you as their best friends right?”. They look up then and start talking. Telling you how sorry they are and to please forgive them. You raise your hand to silence them and they do.

You go to your aunt and uncle who look like there should be smoke coming out of their ears and say: “I’m gonna stay in a hotel for the night, can’t stand to be here anymore”. Tony scrunches his eyebrows and look at you like you’re crazy.

“Hell no. You’re staying here. We can find him another room to sleep in but you’re not leaving. If anyone’s leaving is Mr. Star-spangled over there” he practically screams the last part as he points at Steve.

You take a deep breath and hug him. It takes him by surprise but he puts his arms around you. “I appreciate it uncle Tony but i can’t stay at the compound, it just hurts too much” you say as you let go. Turning to your aunt you hug her as well and say: “Thank you for everything but I quit”.

The moment those words leave your mouth everyone starts talking at the same time telling you how crazy you are and to think about it. You just smile at them and tell them you already made up your mind. “I'm gonna go pack a bag and ask Happy to take me to a hotel nearby. Please make sure he doesn’t follow” you say as you point to a still red-faced Captain America.

With that you turn around and leave. The room is silent for a few seconds before you hear your friends all screaming at Steve. You look around for a second and notice that Loki is staring at you with a smirk on his face. When you look him in the eye he raises his glass at you ant takes a sip.

You give him a small smile and walk through the doors towards the elevator.

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thepremedthatwrites · 4 years

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hi so i've written this one shot where y/n was dating edmund and he takes her home for a study session and throughout the whole thing she and peter kept flirting, anyways she ended up staying the night in peter's room to be precise (i made it fluff). could you maybe write an alternate smut ending because peter is a naughty boi, i wrote this as if peter was 21 and she was 18 along side edmund, is this idea well written because i can't describe stuff sjdjskd

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I have never felt so dirty after writing something lmao but I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy writing it. I hope you like it! (also Edmund deserves the world so if you want to read some A+ Edmund imagines/smut I recommend checking out edmundpevensieisbaby on tumblr)

warning: smut below the cut

My fingers were interlocked with his as we walked down the street. The unforgiving sun was beating down on us as we neared his house. “This calculus exam is going to kill me,” I groaned.

“That’s why I’m here,” Edmund chuckled, squeezing my hand. “I’ll teach you all that I know.”

“So we’re actually going to do work this time?” I questioned, raising an eyebrow and causing Edmund to laugh.

“I’ll try my hardest but that skirt you're wearing might make it hard for me to concentrate.” I felt my face warm at his words. The skirt I was wearing reached just the middle of my thigh, a bit shorter than I was used to but it was so hot out that I couldn’t help but wear as little clothing as possible.

“It is only Lucy at the house, right? I don’t want to make a poor first impression with your other siblings.” Ed and I had only been dating for a few months. I didn’t want his family to already disapprove of me.

“Actually, Peter just got home from university. He’s staying for the weekend.”

“You’re joking,” I groaned as we walked up to the front door. The extra car in the driveway supported Edmund’s claim.

“I’m home!” Edmund announced as we entered the house. Lucy was sitting at the kitchen table, eating an apple while scrolling through her phone. She glanced up, giving a smile and a wave before returning to her phone. I heard the sound of footsteps approaching us from the hall to our right. A tall man who seemed to be in his early twenties appeared. I was taken aback by his attractiveness, his blond hair slightly messy as if he had just woken from a nap, his blue eyes still slightly clouded with sleep. He ran his fingers through his hair as his eyes landed on me.

“You didn’t tell me you were bringing home a guest,” the man said.

“Well I didn’t know I had to tell you,” Ed replied, releasing my hand to wrap his arm around my waist. “Pete, this is my girlfriend (y/n). (Y/n), this is my older brother Peter.”

“Nice to meet you,” I smiled, extending my hand for him to shake.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well,” Peter said, shaking my hand as his eyes traced my figure, lingering on my skirt for a moment before flickering back to my (e/c) eyes. “Ed didn’t tell me he had a girlfriend.”

“We really only just started dating,” I said quickly, feeling my heart race as Peter’s eyes focused on me.

“If you excuse us, (y/n) and I will be in my room studying,” Ed said as he started to guide me towards his bedroom.

“Are you guys actually going to be studying this time?” Lucy asked from the kitchen table causing me to start blushing. While I had thought we had been quiet, Lucy’s comment suggested otherwise.

“Haha very funny,” Edmund said, sticking his tongue out at his little sister.

“Wow, very mature Ed,” she replied with, rolling her eyes and causing me to chuckle.

“Come on, stop your bickering. I need you to help me pass this calc exam,” I said, pulling him towards his bedroom door. I could feel Peter’s eyes watching me as I walked into Ed’s room. I turned back towards Peter, my eyes catching his causing him to turn away as I closed the door. My heart was still racing as the door replaced my vision of Peter. No, this was wrong. I was with Ed, not Peter. But there was something about Peter that seemed to draw me towards him.

“You okay (y/n)?” Edmund asked, breaking me from my thoughts.

“Yeah, of course,” I lied, making my way to my boyfriend. “Now, please for the love of God explain what an integral is,” I said as I pulled out my notebook from my backpack.

Ed and I had been studying for about an hour. “Does that make sense?” Ed asked as he finished his explanation.

“I think so,” I said, slowly nodding my head.

“Good. I think we should take a break,” he said while bringing his hand towards my thigh.

“What exactly were you thinking we should do during this break?” I questioned, my voice low as I started to lean in towards him.

“I have a few ideas,” he growled, his hand roughly squeezing my thigh causing me to gasp. “And a few of them include taking off that pretty little skirt of yours.” He closed the gap between us that I had already been slowly closing. The kiss was rough, taking the breath out of me as his hands wandered my body. Somewhere during the kiss, I moved so that I was straddling him. I held his face in my hands as I parted my lips, allowing him entrance. His hands squeezed my ass causing me to let out a small moan. The sound of someone clearing their throat caused us to pull away quickly. I looked up to see Peter in the frame of the now opened door.

“Dinner’s ready,” Peter stated through clenched teeth. He seemed stiffer than before as he looked at the scene in front of him. I slowly climbed off of Ed, my face now a light pink from a mixture of the make-out session and being caught. I adjusted my skirt which caught the attention of Peter whose eyes flickered to it. “Will you be joining us for dinner (y/n)?”

“Oh yes,” I replied quickly, hoping the new conversation would help ease the tension in the room. Ed got up, walking to my side.

“She’s actually staying the night since I live much closer to school. That way she can get to school early to study before her exam.” Peter shifted his weight between his feet as he listened to his brother, occasionally glancing at me.

“Alright,” he said before turning around and heading back to the kitchen.

“He isn’t mad, is he?” I asked quietly.

“No,” Ed shook his head. “At least I don’t think so. I’m not sure what his problem is. Maybe he’s just stressed.” He gave a shrug before grabbing my hand and leading me to the kitchen.

“Oh look! The two lovebirds finally decided to grace us with their presence,” Lucy said as we walked into the kitchen. Edmund’s parents chuckled at their daughter’s comment.

“You’re just on a streak today of making fun of me,” Edmund said, shaking his head.

“Isn’t that every day?” Peter questioned causing all of us to laugh. Edmund sat down next to Lucy while I sat across from him next to Peter.

“How’s studying going?” Edmund’s father asked.

“It’s going good. Edmund’s amazing at teaching math,” I said.

“Well, it’s easy when the student is so amazing.” I smiled at Edmund’s words. His parents smiled as well while Lucy made fake gagging sounds. This caused her parents to turn to her and ask her about her day. I half-listened while shoveling food into my mouth, starving after a day of school which included no breaks for lunch.

“Hungry?” Peter questioned, chuckling at his own joke.

“Only a bit,” I replied with, cracking a smile. “I haven’t eaten all day plus it doesn’t hurt that the food is absolutely delicious.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You cooked this?” My eyes widened in surprise. At first glance, you wouldn’t think of Peter as a cook.

“My specialty,” he said, a grin on his face.

“(Y/n),” Edmund’s mother said causing me to turn to her. “We set up the couch for you to sleep on but if it’s too uncomfortable, I’m sure Susan wouldn’t mind you borrowing her bedroom for the night.”

“The couch is fine,” I replied as everyone had started to clean up.

“Great! Edmund, would you clean up your girlfriend’s plate while I show her to the bathroom.” Edmund nodded, grabbing my plate and walking towards the sink where Lucy was waiting. I got up from my seat. As I started to turn to follow Edmund’s mom, I couldn’t help but realize that my ass was level with Peter’s face who was still sitting next to my seat. I straightened my skirt, trying to pull it down a bit lower to cover as much as possible so Peter didn’t see too much. I could feel his eyes watch me as I walked away from my seat and towards the hall where the bathroom was.

I laid on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. It was almost midnight now but I could barely sleep. All I could think about was Peter. “Snap out of it,” I mumbled to myself as I turned to my side. I was with Edmund, not Peter. But why did Peter make my heart flutter and my stomach do somersaults? “This isn’t working,” I said, sitting upright. I ran a hand through my (h/c) locks. Maybe spending some time with Edmund would help me get my mind off of Peter.

I slowly got off of the couch, tiptoeing my way towards Edmund’s door. I paused as I heard what sounded like panting coming from another door. “(Y/n),” I heard a voice gasp through the wooden door. I inhaled sharply as I realized it was Peter’s voice. I slowly opened the door to see Peter laying in bed, his hands wrapped around a very erect cock.

“Peter?” I questioned, causing him to freeze. He rushed to cover himself as he started to mumble something. I felt my heart race as I closed the door behind me, the knot in my stomach becoming more intense with every step I took towards him. “It’s okay,” I said softly as I crawled into his bed. Peter let out something between a sigh and a growl as I felt his hands wander my body.

“Fuck (y/n),” he muttered as I allowed my hands to wander his body. He was completely naked which allowed me to trace over his defined abs and warm skin without any barriers. “You know, you look a lot more mature than eighteen.”

“Really,” I chuckled as my hands wrapped around his cock causing him to inhale deeply. “You know, I was actually on my way to see your brother. I couldn’t get my mind off of you, wondering what it would feel like to have your huge cock stretching out my tight little pussy. I thought maybe Ed could take my mind off of it,” I leaned in so that my mouth was right by his ear. “But maybe acting out my fantasies would be the best way to get over them.” I gently bit down on his earlobe causing him to let out a low moan. I had started to slowly move my hand up and down his cock, watching with interest at how Peter reacted to my actions.

He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back on his pillow as I quickened my pace. He let out a low moan, bucking his hips. After a few minutes, his hand grabbed my wrist, stopping my hand. “If you want me to fuck you, you’ll have to stop jerking me off before I cum,” he said. Although he didn’t say it in any particular way, his words turned me on even more as I rubbed my legs together, wanting any kind of friction. Peter sensed this as he pinned me to the mattress, his face only inches from mine.

His lips crashed with mine, his tongue ripping open my mouth and exploring it while his hands worked on removing my clothes. We separated for a moment to take off my shirt before our lips were back together. I helped take off my shorts and underwear, our kiss being broken up into smaller kisses with gasps of air in between. He pulled away leaving me both breathless and dizzy. I watched as he lined himself with me before pushing in. I let out a loud moan causing him to cover my mouth with his hand. “We don’t want Edmund to walk in on us now do we,” he said, raising an eyebrow. I shook my head no. “That’s a good girl,” he said before slowly rolling his hips.

My back arched in pleasure, my hands gripping the sheets as Peter quickened the pace. The bedsprings groaned underneath us as Peter slammed into me over and over again. He fell onto his forearms, panting into my ear as he quickened his pace even more. I dug my heels into him, pushing him even deeper. “You’re so fucking tight,” he said in a half moan. His lips found my neck causing me to gasp. Peter sucked and bit down along my neck causing my hands to rake down his bare back, the pleasure becoming too much.

“Peter,” I gasped as he bit down on my neck one last time, almost surely leaving a hickey. If my mind hadn’t been clouded with lust, I would have chastised him for leaving a love mark on my body, something Edmund was sure to notice. Instead, it caused me to let out a low moan as my orgasm rippled through me. My eyes were forced closed as my head flew back my body pressed against Peter’s as I held onto him for dear life. The pleasure became almost unbearable as Peter quickened the pace, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and desperate as he chased his own orgasm.

He let out a moan as I felt his warm seed spill into me. “(Y/n),” he moaned as he thrusted into me sporadically as his orgasm started to slow down. He slowly got off of me, falling to my side before turning to face me. He pulled me in for a kiss that was much more gentle than the ones we had shared during our moment of passion. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as I was slowly lulled to sleep. The one thing that I could think of as I was pulled into my dreams was that I had just fucked my boyfriend’s brother.

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heartsandmuses · 4 years

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tiktok famous

for @stonyweek 2020 // prompt: “social media”

steve rogers/tony stark. rated g. 1.8k. universe: mcu.

Two months after the rest of the team gets TikTok, Steve finally caves and makes an account of his own.

He doesn’t tell anyone though, because while his grasp on technology is better than what most would assume, part of the fun is letting people think he’s completely helpless. It’s made for some pretty amusing afternoons, between Clint trying to teach him for an hour straight exactly how to empty the recycle bin on his laptop and Bruce attempting to talk him through uploading a photo onto his Google Drive, and Steve figures that the team’s exasperation at his supposed tech incompetency might make for a few good videos.

And it does — his popularity soars seemingly overnight, and it’s only a matter of days before people start to catch on to the fact that Captain America’s making TikToks now and barely a week before he’s amassed hundreds of thousands of followers.

Unfortunately, that means the team’s caught on too.

It’s a bit of a disappointment that he can’t continue to be—as Clint would say—a troll, now that they know he’s not as much of an old man as previously thought, but there’s still plenty else he can do on the app. In the week after his account gets verified, Steve isn’t sure how many videos he gets dragged into, but between all the dance covers Natasha teaches him, all the easy food hacks Bruce does, and all the workouts Thor records, he’s certain that he’s made an appearance in well over a hundred drafts for the other Avengers’ profiles.

Not that he minds all that much. It gives him a chance to explore the full scope of TikTok in a way he probably wouldn’t on his own.

— — —

It’s Peter who introduces Steve to the concept of TikTok “challenges,” which, really, consist of anything ranging from simple choreography to lighthearted pranks, and Steve takes it upon himself to scroll through the kid’s profile for some fresh ideas.

It’s a slow weekend anyway, no missions planned or battles to fight, and the renovations in the gym thanks to Hulk’s latest tantrum means that all team training sessions are cancelled until next week. Outside, rain patters against the windows of the common room; the TV’s on low, playing a rerun of some competitive cooking show that Tony, sprawled out on the other side of the couch, fell asleep in front of, having lost interest about halfway through. Steve smiles as he lets his gaze trace over Tony’s profile—his messy hair, the curve of his nose, the way his eyelashes fan over his cheeks—and when his eyes finally turn back towards his phone...

Steve blinks.

Because the next video he lands on is tagged #KissYourBestFriendChallenge. And if he happened to miss the tiny print at the bottom of the screen, a text bubble pops up in the first few seconds with exactly the same words.

The video starts off innocently enough, with Peter and Ned laughing and joking around in what Steve assumes is Peter’s bedroom, both of them sitting on the floor with a half-finished Lego Death Star between them. Steve has the volume turned on low, but he can still hear Ned’s breathy Vader impression, as he holds up one of the figurines and walks it along the carpet. Peter laughs, and when his gaze shifts from the Lego figurine back up to Ned’s face, bright and beaming, his grin softens at the edges, expression turning into something much more... wistful and wanting and affectionate.

Something smitten.

Ned’s gaze meets Peter’s once again, and he trails off in the middle of his sentence when he sees him leaning in, closer and closer until their lips finally meet. It’s a tender kiss, a hesitant one, but Ned pulls away after a moment, partly in surprise and partly to search Peter’s face, a look of— of astonishment, of realization, coming over his own. And just like that, he leans back in and kisses him silly, smiling against Peter’s mouth.

Steve’s heart clenches, his eyes drifting back down to the bottom of the screen, and right next to the extensive list of hashtags, the caption reads: he feels the same way, followed by a row of heart emojis.

He’s known for a while that Peter’s been going out with Ned, but Steve had no idea that this is how they got together, and as he thinks about that look of mutual longing that they’d shared, he can’t help but glance back over at Tony, still blissfully asleep and snoring soundly.

— — —

Steve can’t get the idea out of his head.

It might have something to do with the fact that he’s spent the past few days going through the hashtag, watching as people have their dreams come true or—equally as often—dashed. But Steve’s a strategist, he needs to consider all possible outcomes before he can start to even plan, and while there’s a very large, very scared part of him that wants to call the whole thing off before it can even really begin, he knows, deep in his gut, that no better opportunity would ever present itself to tell Tony how he feels.

Steve’s brave, but he’s not the kind of brave that can go up to his best friend directly and confess his love to him. He’s learned that lesson all too well from silently pining around Bucky for the better part of a decade, and Steve knows he won’t be able to go through the same thing again. Even if Tony does reject him—which is a possibility he’s certainly preparing himself for—at least he’ll know for sure that he doesn’t have a chance, instead of being stuck in the familiar limbo of wondering and wanting and hoping.

And if that does happen, if Tony turns him down, Steve’s reassured by the fact that he can play it off as a joke, say it was all just for the challenge. That’s been his biggest concern in the past, whenever he would consider taking the leap and asking Tony out, the risk of something shattering between them. Their friendship, their closeness, what they have right now — none of it is worth throwing away just because Steve can’t tamp down his desire.

He’s thrown himself into some hastily thought-out plans in the past, but this one feels pretty foolproof.

— — —

Steve isn’t sure how it’s possible, really, but there’s just something about the sight of Tony laughing—crow’s feet crinkling at the corners of his eyes, lips curling into a grin—that makes him about ten times more handsome than he usually is. It’s just as heart-stopping as it is distracting, and it takes a good five minutes for Steve to even remember why he’d come down to the lab in the first place.

Officially, the excuse he gave Tony is that he needs some input on which TikTok to post next; unofficially, Steve’s just trying to calm his racing heart as he watches his best friend go through the entirety of his drafts folder, trying to muster up every ounce of courage he has, for one little moment. One little kiss.

“I think this one’s a real winner,” Tony says, turning the phone back towards Steve, and on the screen is a time-lapse of him sketching the Tower. He has a few others like that up on his profile already, quick little drawings of the common room or of the team, and Steve realizes with some embarrassment that if Tony went into his camera roll he would find more than a few real-time recordings of Steve sketching full pages of those warm, brown eyes and those long, fanning eyelashes. “The pranks and storytimes are fun and all, but I like the videos of your art the best.”

There’s such a startling sincerity in his words that it makes Steve’s heart skip a beat. He feels warm and nervous all at once, stomach churning and palms sweating, and he gets so lost in the adoring look in Tony’s eyes that he doesn’t notice for a long moment how close they really are. And it doesn’t stop, either. They just keep getting closer and closer and—

Steve’s leaning in, he realizes. He’s leaning in and he can see Tony’s tongue dart out to wet his lips, can see Tony’s gaze dropping to Steve’s mouth, can see a flicker of want in his eyes, pure and desperate, and that’s all Steve needs to know before he kisses him.

For days all he could imagine were the countless ways that Tony might let him down gently, pulling back with a laugh and a friendly squeeze to his shoulder, shaking his head and telling him that they’re better off as friends. But Tony doesn’t do any of that. He kisses back almost instantly, hands coming up to cup Steve’s cheeks, and Steve absolutely melts into the touch. It’s sweet and gentle and perfect, and now that he doesn’t have to worry about playing it off as a prank anymore, he pours everything he’s feeling into it — everything he’s been feeling, for all these years. All of his longing, his fondness, his desire.

All of his love.

The kiss seems to last somewhere between a second and an eternity, and when he finally pulls back to look into Tony’s eyes, he can see it all, every thought and feeling written out so clearly in his expression, a picture-perfect mirror of his own. Steve smiles, as a rush of relief fills his chest, and he can’t help but lean in again, just as his heart flutters and his stomach swoops and he thinks, with absolute certainty, he feels the same way.

— — —

JARVIS catches the entire exchange on video for him, along with the elated and impromptu make-out session that had ensued immediately afterwards, and while Steve plays back the footage of that initial kiss at least a hundred times, smiling stupidly at his phone, he doesn’t upload it.

It just feels too... intimate, too personal, for the rest of the world to see, at least right now. Steve just wants to keep the moment—and Tony—to himself for a little longer, and so, what he posts instead is the time-lapse of him drawing the large, looming Tower and the cityscape surrounding it.

— — —

Days later, he posts another sped-up sketch. This time, it’s one of Tony, with that big, gorgeous grin, that familiar twinkle in his eyes; it’s the exact expression that came over his face after Steve had kissed him, and it feels good, committing it not only to memory, but to paper as well.

But his followers aren’t completely clueless, he knows that, and it’s over the next few weeks—during which Steve gets a little more confident in uploading his drawings of Tony—that they begin to suspect something might be going on between the two of them.

Steve, of course, never outright confirms nor denies their claims, though he does, three months into their relationship, film that “walk into the room naked and record your boyfriend’s reaction” challenge, and that pretty much says it all.

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kiwi-bitchez · 4 years

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can i just say that your writing style is absolutely phenomenal and that i adore the work you’ve put out so far. i know whatever you write in the future is going to be incredible and i can’t wait to read it!! in terms of suggestions, i was wondering if you could write something with virgin peter being with a more experienced reader? maybe she finds his lack of experience cute and calms down his nerves by being straight forward? maybe a little praise kink discovery as well?? totally up to you!!

Holy shit yes! Honestly, I got a little carried away with this... sorry I took so long lol, hope this holds up to any expectations ;)

Straight Forward, Straight Backwards (a college!Peter Parker AU)

Warnings: SMUT, college!AU, sexy times, praise kink, Peter Parker is a cutie, also everyone is legal ages here obvi

Word count: 6.5k

Summary: You move into a new dorm building and a cute boy down the hall catches your eye. Little did you know he's a smarty pants who takes directions very well ;)

You should have done a better job packing. Your personal items lay strewn about in your new dorm room, clothes and other items all jumbled together in unorganized boxes. You typically didn’t leave things until the last minute, but moving across campus didn’t seem like a big deal until it was actually time to do it.

You flop back on your unmade bed and scroll through your phone, finding any excuse not to deal with the chaos of unpacking. Hopping up to your feet, you decide to wander down the hall to see if anyone’s doors were open. You hadn’t had much luck making friends in the last building you lived in and wanted to take the opportunity to try and meet some new people.

You walk down the hall searching for someone to introduce yourself to, poking your head into a handful of rooms and saying hello. You tell them your name and that you just moved in, having a quick few interactions with the people in the rooms next to yours. You venture a little further down the hall to a door propped open with a doorstop, faint music coming from inside.

You knock lightly and then poke your head in, not wanting to intrude on anyone. You see a curly-haired boy sitting at a desk concentrating on something. For a second you wondered if you should just let him be, but something told you to knock again and see if he noticed.

You knock a little louder this time, saying a quiet “Hello?” as you do so. He turns around abruptly, startled by your presence. He lurches back in his chair a little bit, rolling across the room and away from his desk.

“Hey,” you say again, “sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.”

“Nonono, it’s ok,” he says quickly and nervously.

“I just moved in down the hall,” you gesture towards your room, “I just wanted to introduce myself, I’m y/n.”

“Oh, hi,” he still seemed nervous, “I’m Peter.”

He got up out of his desk chair quickly and walked a few steps over to you. He jutted his hand out, offering it to you. You couldn’t help but smile a little as you shook it tentatively. Most of the people you had met didn’t even bother to leave their beds, let alone get up to shake your hand.

“It’s nice to meet you Peter,” you say as you continue to shake his hand.

“Shit, sorry,” he pulls his hand away, realizing he had been shaking yours for much longer than necessary, “do you wanna come in? I have snacks.”

You chuckle a little before entering his small single dorm and comfortably plopping yourself onto a beanbag chair.

“Purple Doritos,” you gesture to the hoard of junk food he has piled on a shelf in the corner, “respect.”

“Totally underrated right?” he says with enthusiasm.

The two of you exchange the typical chit chat of college students, asking each other what your major is and how long you’ve been in school.

“Biomechanical engineering and robotics, but also maybe chemistry if I have the time to do that too,” he runs his hand through his floppy curls.

“Damn,” you look at him wide-eyed, “guess I’m coming to you for science help from now on, freakin genius over here.”

He laughs nervously and turns away, “I just think its all so interesting, and I love to build things.”

You can’t help but smile at the way he talks with his hands, spinning around aimlessly in his desk chair. He tells you about your school’s robotics lab, something you would never have had a reason to know about otherwise. He starts to tell you about the kinds of things he’s built, and the projects he was currently working on. Most of what he said went right over your head, but you liked how excited he was to tell you about it.

After shooting the shit for a while, you get up, “I guess I’ll head back to my room, didn’t mean to distract you from your work or anything,” you gesture to his desk, “it was really nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, if you um ever need a study buddy or anything like that you can usually find me right here,” he was a little jittery, and his voice was nervous. You give him a smile and tell him you will take him up on that offer.

You feel a blush creep up into your cheeks as you hurry down the hall back to your messy dorm. He was cute. And nice. And funny and smart. He was nothing like the guys you usually went for. He seemed awkward and shy, and you knew you’d have to be the one to make the first move. You were used to just letting others do the work when flirting, so this would be different.

A few days later you found yourself bored and alone in your dorm. You had spent the morning finishing up some school assignments, so you hadn’t had the chance to get any food. Only now were you realizing how hungry you were. Jumping up from your desk and throwing some clean clothes on you decide to venture out onto campus.

Peter’s dorm door is propped open once again, and something inside you tells you to pop your head in. You had seen him in passing since meeting him, and he would always give you a friendly wave and a smile.

“Hey,” you say as you knock quietly, “hope I’m not bothering you.”

He’s sat in his bed, big headphones on and furiously scribbling in a notebook. He only notices you once you enter the room, startling him.

“Oh, hey y/n, what’s uhh, what’s up,” he stumbles on his words as he takes off the headphones and hops off the bed.

“Just wanted to say hey and see if you wanted to come to the dining hall with me,” you help him gather his papers that had fallen on the floor.

“Oh, yeah, um, sure,” he looks up at you, big brown eyes meeting yours, “that would be nice, I haven’t eaten yet today.”

“Me either,” you hand him the stack you had gathered. The two of you decide on which dining hall is best and make your way across campus. He’s a fast walker, which you like, and an even faster talker. You can tell that you make him a little nervous, but you kind of like that too. It made it easier to hide how nervous he made you.

The two of you grab some food and find a table off in a corner to sit at. Despite his awkward nature, you found Peter to be incredibly sweet and a nice person to be around. He always seemed interested in what you were saying and would never cut you off or talk over you.

You start asking him more about what he does in the labs at school, liking the way his eyes light up and hands get restless when he talks about the projects he’s working on. He knows you aren’t a science buff like him, but he appreciates that you are interested in hearing about his projects.

You realize that you had finished your food long ago and you had been sitting at the table for quite a while, just going back and forth with Peter, telling stories and jokes and facts about your lives. He was an easy person to talk to, which was rare to come by.

“Maybe sometime you could sneak me in and show me what you’ve been working on,” you rest your head onto your palm.

“Oh, no sneaking necessary, I could bring you anytime,” he says casually, “you wanna go?” He gestures towards the door.

“Now?” you were a little surprised at the suggestion, but nodded in agreement and moved to clear your plate.

The two of you start walking across campus once again, you following his lead. You were excited to be spending so much time with him, growing to like him more and more as you got to know him better.

Your first years of college had been spent doing the typical partying and experimenting, as custom. You had your fair share of one night stands, good and bad. Sort and long term relationships, both good and bad.

As much as you were attracted to Peter, you truly just enjoyed spending time with him. He is hard to read, and you couldn’t quite tell if you had a shot with him. If not you were content with just being his friend, although you did think about jumping his bones most of the time.

He swipes his student ID in the door of a large grey building, letting the two of you in. You follow him down a series of halls and stairwells, he tells you about all the different labs as you go. You finally reach a large set of double doors that lead to the robotics lab.

It was a vast space with mounds and piles of mechanical equipment. Goofy drawings and photos were hung up on the walls by people’s workstations. You couldn’t even begin to conceive what all these machines are and what they do.

You wander around the space while Peter walks over to a desk and piles of boxes, telling you about the project he had been working on. You jumped up onto a large table, figuring it was alright to sit there when Peter didn’t comment on your position. He was talking in circles about the machine, using acronyms and names of things you had no idea about.

Walking over to where you were sat, he shows you a small mechanical spider, roughly the size of his hand.

“I’m trying to program him to follow instructions that I can give from a mobile device,” he starts to tell you. You think it's cute that he called the robot a “he.”

“Do you wanna see?” he asks, you were too busy staring at his face to realize he had asked you a question.

“Oh yeah, of course,” you snap out of your trance and turn your attention to the little spider on the table next to you.

As Peter controlled the robot with his phone, giving it basic instructions like to move or stop, you tried to keep your attention on the spider rather than the cute boy next to you. You felt the overwhelming desire to make a move, going back and forth in your head as to whether that is a good idea or not.

He takes a few steps towards you, really reaching for his robot, but in the process positioning himself comfortably standing between your legs. He reaches past you to grab his project. You lean forward a little so your shoulders touch.

“Oh shit, sorry y/n,” he backs up quickly, realizing he had been standing so close to you, “I didn’t mean to get all up in your space just then.”

“It’s ok,” you brush your hair behind your ear and try to give him a flirty look, “come here.”

Peter gulps, and sets the spider down behind him on a different table, tentatively stepping towards you. “Can I show you something?” you lean your shoulders into him again, moving to the edge of the table to move your body closer to his.

Peter nods, clearly nervous at your forwardness. You take his hand, looking into his eyes to see how he responds to the action. He was now stood between your legs again, head only a few inches above yours. You tilt your chin up, and bring your hand to the side of his face.

“Is this okay?” you ask in a whisper, lips parted and hovering over his.

He nods, giving you permission to follow through with your plan of action. You gently place your lips on his, finding them to be soft and inviting. He kissed you back, shakily bringing his hand to the back of your neck.

You could tell he was incredibly nervous. You were used to guys kissing you hard and fast, with little buildup, all tongue and grabbing. Which was alright after a few tequila shots at a frat party, but not your favorite. This kiss was nice. Slow and gentile and in the moment. You liked initiating it, and you liked that he was kissing you back, but not trying to eat you alive.

He pulls away, eyes wide and making contact with yours, “was that… was I…?” he starts a few statements but can’t seem to find his words.

“I like you Peter,” you take his hand again, “I think you’re really cool.”

“Thanks, I…um,” he was blushing furiously and was looking down at the floor, “I like you a lot too.”

“Would you maybe want to come with me to a party on west campus this weekend?” you ask, “You know, like, as my date?”

He breaks out into a big goofy smile, nodding and giving you hand a squeeze. The two of you go on to talk more about his spider, you tell him how awesome it is and how you can’t believe how smart he must be to make something like that. He never lets go of your hand, squeezing it tightly the whole walk back to your dorm building.

Saturday rolls around and you stand in your dorm, not knowing what to wear to this party. You settle on an outfit that is the perfect blend of cute and sexy, and head down the hall to meet Peter. You give his door a quick few knocks before he opens, eyes wide looking at you.

“You look really, really good y/n,” he compliments you and you bashfully tuck your head into the crook of your shoulder, “I mean it.”

The two of you relax in his dorm room until you get the text from a friend that its time to head to the party. You can tell that Peter is a little anxious, he doesn’t seem like the partying type, but you wanted an excuse to spend some time with him. You grab his hand reassuringly and walk together out of your building, meeting up with a group of friends.

They tried to play it cool, but your girls kept indiscreetly mouthing things like “holy shit he’s so hot!” and “where did you find him?” as you walked towards the party. You rolled your eyes and brushed them off, clinging to Peter’s arm.

The party was nothing special, just a typical college party. People were drinking, dancing, grinding, smoking, mostly drinking. You whip up some quick cocktails for you and Peter and join him with some of your friends in a more secluded area of the frat house. You made sure to stand close to Peter, tucking yourself closely into his arm. You wanted everyone to know you weren’t there alone, and you wanted Peter to feel like you were his for the night.

You weren’t quite done with your first drink when you noticed an off energy from Peter. You wanted to bring him to this party as your date, but never really considered if parties were his thing or not. He was talking and joking with you and your friends, occasionally taking a sip from his pink cocktail, but you could sense an underlying sense of discomfort.

“Hey,” you pulled him into a secluded corridor, “what’s up?” You kiss him quickly, wanting to show him that you were having a good time with him. He kisses you back and your heart flutters. You love the feeling of his tentative lips on yours, light and soft.

“Just at a party with the most beautiful girl here, that’s all,” he says jokingly, but kisses your cheek after to show that he means it.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” you ask, raising an eyebrow, “I feel like you aren’t having a lot of fun.”

“Are you kidding? I love spending time with you,” he says earnestly, realizing what you meant, ‘“but parties aren’t exactly my scene if you haven’t noticed.”

“I’m noticing,” you joke, “and I think the two of us alone in one of our rooms would be much better.”

You lean up to kiss the side of his neck, leaning your head into his shoulder. Your wide eyes meet his, observing that he definitely agrees with you but is still very nervous. He nods at your suggestion, and the two of you abandon your cocktails on a coffee table and leave the house.

“I didn’t mean to imply anything, “you say sweetly, “I really just like spending time with you, no matter where it is.”

“That means a lot,” you see a smile creeping onto his face.

“Your room?” you suggest, “mines kind of a mess right now.”

“Sure,” he responds, “not that I mind mess though.”

The two of you make your way up the stairs and down the hall to Peter’s room. You instinctively kick off your shoes and set down your bag.

“Sorry if I ruined the night,” he apologizes nervously, “I just don’t really fit in with big crowds like that.”

You can tell that he feels genuinely sorry. “Peter,” you start, “are you kidding? I meant it when I said I like spending time with you no matter where. We could go to a party or the dining hall or the robotics lab, I don’t care, I just like being around you.”

“You mean that?” he looks at you apologetically again.

“Of course I do, I’ve really liked you ever since we first met,” you admit. You walk over to him, snaking a hand around his neck and bringing his face closer to yours, “I really mean it.”

You lean in and kiss him, with more passion and want than the kisses you had shared before. You latch your lips around his lower one, sucking a little. He is warm and slightly apprehensive. You kiss him deeper, trying to prove that you wanted to be with him. You let your tongue roll over his bottom lip, opening up the kiss.

A slight moan from the back of his throat catches your ear, and you keep kissing him deeper, knowing that he likes it. His hands have made their way to your hips, although you are the one guiding the kiss.

Before he realizes it, his back is up against his bed and the two of you are falling backwards onto it.

You land slightly on top of him but refuse to break the kiss. You love the feeling of his soft tongue against yours, lips parted and meeting halfway. Your hands tangle themselves into his brown curls, another soft moan leaving his mouth when you tug a little at his roots. You continue to suck on his bottom lip as your fingertips begin to graze the stripe of exposed skin between his pants and his pushed-up t-shirt. You can feel the muscles in his stomach tense up underneath your touch.

His heavy breathing comes to a harsh stop with a sharp intake as you run your hands flatly across his toned stomach.

“Are you okay?” you ask, concerned, as he seemed to seize up the moment you started touching him.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. I didn’t mean to- I just- Ugh I’m sorry if I’m bad at this. I just don’t really know what I’m doing.”

You bring a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw, wrapping your hand in his reassuringly. “It’s okay, you don’t have to try and impress me or anything. I’m really enjoying myself so far, you’re a really good kisser, I promise.” You bring your lips back to his, cupping his face in the process.

He scooches back onto the bed, sitting up. “I don’t think you understand,” he starts, you can tell he’s on edge, “I’ve never really done this before. I’m… a virgin. I guess I just feel stupid, cuz I want this to be good for you, but I’m sort of clueless.”

“Okay,” you look him dead in the eyes, holding tightly onto his hand.

“Okay?” he asks, still feeling all over the place from telling you.

“Yeah, okay,” you try to play this as cool as possible, you want him to feel nothing but comfortable with you, “Peter, it’s fine, it's okay if you’ve never slept with someone.”

His eyes are wide and he’s still trying to read your reaction, “I promise I don’t care, and we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I just like spending time with you, no expectations.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to…” you had moved up on the bed to sit next to him at this point, legs still tangled together, “I’m just an idiot, and I feel bad, like you probably don’t want to sleep with someone who’s bad and inexperienced, and I really just want to make you feel good but I don’t know how…” he was frantically rambling at this point, face still flushed red.

“Peter,” you say slowly, trying to get him to focus, “I’m gonna be straight with you right now: you’re the first guy I’ve met in a long time who isn’t an egotistical asshole. You’re really sweet, and that’s honestly so hard to come by, I feel lucky to have met you. I can tell you’re super nervous, and you shouldn’t be. I like you a lot, so if you want to spend the night with me that’s cool, and if you don’t then that’s cool too.”

“Really?” you answer his question with a soft kiss, resuming the contact that you had before, “You’ll tell me if I'm horrible though?” His anxieties were slipping through again.

“I could… ya know, show you,” you suggest, his face lights up, “and if you’re bad it will only be a reflection of my poor teaching skills. And if I’m going to be completely honest with you here, most guys who are super experienced are still trash at sex, so the fact that you’ve even expressed concern about making me feel good gives you a massive leg up on most, so don’t sweat it.”

“You’re so fucking cool,” he brings a hand back up to your cheek, “sorry if I’m acting like a neurotic mess, I just honestly didn’t ever imagine being in this position with someone as beautiful as you.”

You feel yourself blushing at his compliment, pressing your face into his large palm. He tentatively guides your face to his, meeting your lips with his. You were glad to have had this conversation with him, because he kissed you with much more confidence. He was now sure of himself.

You decide to take the lead and swing your opposite leg over his lap, straddling him. You let your hands run up and down his arms, exploring his strong biceps, his toned sides and flexed stomach. You feel his tongue peek into your mouth, and you invite him in with an open-mouthed kiss, rolling your wet tongue against his.

You let your hands settle back in his hair, remembering how he liked it before when you gave it a tug. You found your hips rolling slightly into his with each kiss, effectively pressing your center down onto his. You couldn’t help but notice how hard he was, straining against his pants.

“Peter,” you say breathily into his mouth, “can I touch you?”

“Fuck,” his hips buck up slightly into you at your question, “please y/n.”

You let your hand trail down his stomach, fiddling with the hem of his shirt for a second. You tug at it, signaling for him to take it off. Before you could even take in the sight of his beautifully sculpted body, you trailed your hands underneath the waist of his pants, palming him above his boxers.

You knew you should move slowly, take your time with him and let it build up, but your senses were going wild. You wanted nothing more than to feel his cock in your mouth, inside of you. It felt so perfect in your hand, and although you couldn’t see it, you knew it was nice.

“Peter,” you whisper again between breathy kisses, “your cock feels so good in my hand, so hard for me already.”

You feel him shudder underneath you as you move from his mouth down to the underside of his jaw, sucking on a spot while you continue to jerk him off.

You slowly take care of the button on his pants, sliding them down his legs. The moment of separation makes you realize his hands had been placed firmly on your hips. After his pants were kicked off his legs, you grind down onto him again, less fabric separating you this time.

“Do you want to touch me?” you ask seductively into his ear as you continue to roll yourself down onto his clothed, but incredibly hard member. He gives you an eager nod, eyes blown and glassy from all the stimulation he was receiving at once.

You guide his hand from its place on your hip down between your legs. Up your skirt and over the sopping center of your cotton panties, his hands find their way to your center. You slow your movements over him, allowing him to feel around and get a sense of your body. He groans at the immediate contact, noticing the unavoidable wet patch around your entrance.

“Do you feel that?” you ask before kissing down his neck again, “feel how wet I am?”

He continues to meet your movements by pressing his hips up into you. You notice how responsive he is when you talk dirty to him, especially little compliments and words of praise. You could have your fun with this, make him fall apart just by telling him how well he’s doing.

“You did that to me Peter, you make me so fucking wet.”

He lets out a groan into your neck at your words. You take the opportunity to slip your hands under the waistband of his boxers, looking into his eyes for a second for silent permission to continue. You nip at his earlobe and whisper words of praise to him as you fully grasp his cock for the first time. Jerking him off slowly, you grind yourself down onto his hand, letting his fingers press harder into your underwear.

You move your other hand down to meet his, showing him how to rub circles on your clit. Moaning into his skin, you pull aside your underwear, completely wrecked at this point. You grant him access to your slick folds, ready and waiting for him.

“Fuck, Peter,” you fuck yourself down onto his long fingers, letting him comfortably slip inside you, “you’re doing so good, making me feel so good.”

You arch your back a little, giving him a good view of your face as he twisted his fingers inside you. You sit straight up, perpendicular to him now. Your full weight pressed down onto his hand, his middle two fingers fluttering perfectly inside of you with little instruction. You expose your chest by removing your shirt before leaning your arms down onto his shoulders. You grind your clit against his palm as his fingers work inside of you.

“Oh my god, Peter,” you bite your lip, “fuck, you’re going to make me come.”

He gives you a look before stuttering, “I- um, can I…”

“What is it,” you try to ask him genuinely but cant help the moans that slip out, “what do you want?”

“I, uh, I wanna taste you.”

“Fuck.” Your head falls back at his request, hair falling slightly over your face, mouth gaping open.

“Is that okay? Is that a weird thing to ask?” his voice was tentative, which made you chuckle a little considering his fingers were still fucking deeply into you.

“Peter, that’s so fucking hot.” You rush down to capture his lips in yours, letting your tongues meet. You bite down slightly onto his lower lip, knowing you wouldn’t be able to last much longer. You move down flat on your back, slipping off your only remaining garment, your skirt.

He takes the cue and removes his boxers as well, now leaving you both completely naked. You try to steal a look at his hard cock, but he quickly moves down in between your legs. He looks at your dripping pussy with wide brown eyes, a mix between glowing and uncertainty.

You start to give him instructions, trying to fulfill your role as teacher, “You can just- mmmmhhh fuck,” he meets his warm tongue with your entrance, licking a wide stripe up the middle.

“Fuck, just like that,” he continues to lick and suck, “and you can add a- fuck, Peter.” He always seems to know what you’re going to tell him seconds before you say it. He dips his two, already wet, fingers back into you as he sucks on your clit.

You arch your back, grinding yourself into his tongue slightly. Through pants, you tell him how close you are, how well he’s doing. With a final flick of his tongue, you clench around his fingers tightly and scrunch your face up in pleasure. Your hips gyrate against him, thighs shaking, hands grasping at the sheets, at his hair, at anything.

You let out his name with a strangled moan, knowing he would love hearing his name come from your lips as you reached your high. “Peter, fuck, Peter,” over and over.

You pull away slightly, telling him he can stop. You flop back, panting, hand coming up to your forehead.

“Um, was that? Was I okay?”

You couldn’t believe that after you had been writhing and coming underneath him, he would still question himself like that. “Yes,” you were still a little out of breath, “that was really fucking good.”

You move down the bed to meet him, pulling him into a deep kiss. You relished in the feeling of his warm mouth, the taste of yourself on his lips. You wrap your legs around his torso, kissing him more fiercely.

You look up at him, hair a mess and face red, “I want to make you feel good now.”

“I mean, we don’t have to, like, you don’t have to…”

“Peter,” you wrap your legs around him a little tighter, “do you want to fuck me?”

He groans slightly and thrown his head back, hands coming down to grab your ass.

“Please,” he half moans as you attack his neck with your tongue, “I really want to.”

“You have condoms?”

“Mhm, just give me sec,” he doesn’t want to stop toughing you, but untangles your bodies to move over to the side table drawer. He stands next to the bed, fiddling with the unopened condom box.

You have a devious idea, and decide to position yourself at the edge of the bed, legs propped up behind you, ass in the air, hands and mouth perched and ready for him. He turns slightly, condom package in hand.

“Before you put that on,” you bat your eyelashes up at him, “I want to taste you.” You quote his words from earlier as you take the base of his cock in your hand, pumping it slowly.

“Can I?” he gives you permission before you slip the tip between your puffy lips. He is fully stood above you as you take him into your mouth, gagging a little on his length. You bob your head back and forth, giving him the perfect view of your ass.

You run your tongue firmly against the underside of his shaft, giving a harsh suck to the spot where the body met the head.

“Y/n,” your name was shaky in his mouth, “I need to fuck you right now.”

You like the directness in his tone and reach up mid-blow to take the condom from him. You flip around, so you are now simply seated on the edge of the bed, Peter still standing. You rip the foil with your teeth and take the rubber out.

Pumping his shaft a few times before rolling the condom on, you bite your lip and look up at him, “I’m so fucking excited to have you inside me, gonna make me feel so good.”

You were impatient, so you simply laid back on the bed where you were sat, letting your legs dangling off the side. You could tell he was too impatient to move either, as he ran his cock up and down the length of your entrance, waiting for your signal to push into you.

You motion for him to grab your legs by the thighs, allowing him to fuck into you deeply.

“Holy shit,” he grunts out as his length fills you for the first time. You arch your back and grind yourself against him, letting out little desperate moans mixed with his name.

“Fuck, Peter you can move now, you can fuck me.”

Although this was an unusual position for someone’s first time, both you and Peter were loving it. He got to see all of you as he pushed into you, your face, your tits bouncing with each thrust, the way your pussy opened up and took his cock so well. His grip on the back of your knees tightened as he fucked you harder, slightly shaking the bed.

“Oh my god, Peter,” you make eye contact as his hair flops against his forehead with each thrust, “touch me, please, fuck, I need you.”

His stamina was incredible, relentlessly fucking you as his hand seamlessly found your clit, rubbing the tight circles you had shown him how to do earlier. He loved having you splayed out before him, making you feel good, hearing you tell him how well he was fucking you, how you needed more, more, more.

He notices the familiar look on your face as he feels your walls tighten around his length. He moans out, loving the feeling of you squeezing around him. His thrusts become deeper and slower as he brings you to your second orgasm. He observed the way you squirmed when he would touch you one way, back fully arched when he would touch you another way.

“Fuck, I-” you try to communicate, “Peter, I want to come all over your cock, please don’t stop fucking me, oh my god.”

He can’t help but close his eyes as he feels you tighten around him for the last time, letting your wet orgasm drip all over his dick. You shook underneath him, legs vibrating under his grasp. Your mouth fell into a perfect Oh, and the sounds that were coming from your lips almost sent him over the edge.

He wanted to keep fucking you though, he never wanted to stop. He wanted to make you feel good over and over for the rest of forever. You were coming down from your orgasm, still letting moans and words of praise fall from your lips to him. You loved how you could feel his dick twitch a little when you told him how good he was doing.

Fully fucked out from your last orgasm, you wanted to move onto the bed for him. You move back, causing him to slip out of you. For a moment, he thought you were done, which would have been fine, he only wanted what you wanted. He would just have to go take care of himself somewhere else…

It wasn’t until you moved up onto the bed and propped yourself up on all fours, arching your back perfectly for him, leaning down onto your forearms.

“Peter,” you coo to him, “will you fuck me like this?”

He couldn’t find the words to answer, only to hop onto the bed over eagerly and position himself behind you.

“Just grab my hips and- fuck,” he filled you up perfectly, rucking your hips back onto him with his hands.

The feeling of his strong hands grasping your hips, and his dick perfectly hitting that spot inside you was almost enough to push you over the edge for the third time. You had no control over the noises that were leaving your mouth, and you suspected the same was true for him.

His hips were snapping directly into yours, and you could feel his cock swell a little inside of you. He didn’t have to tell you for you to know he was close, but regardless,

“Y/n,” you name barely made its way past the grunts and profanities, “I’m gonna, fuck, I’m-”

You felt him fuck deeper into you, hitting a new spot for a few thrusts that made you see stars. You couldn’t do anything but fuck yourself back onto him and scream his name. His orgasm washed over him, his sweaty chest quickly falling to meet your back. His hands grasped around you, something in between a hug and gripping for dear life.

He pulled out of you, and rolled over onto the pillow next to you.

“How was that?” you asked, less nervously than how he had asked you earlier, but curiously, “for your first time?”

“I-” he couldn’t even begin to come up with the words to tell you how fucking amazing it had been, he pulls you down for a long kiss, sweaty foreheads meeting. “We can do that again, right?”

You let out a laugh, “right now?” with raised eyebrows.

“Nonono, just like, in general?” he already knew your answer with the way you smiled at him.

“Peter, nobody has ever made me come like that, of fucking course we can do it again.”

You offer to take care of the condom, and head over to the bathroom to pee and clean up. Peter laid back with eyes closed, feeling unreal about what had just happened. He couldn’t help but let his mind wander to all the things he wanted to do with you. He wanted to use his spider strength to lift you up, fuck you against a wall, in the shower, on the floor, everywhere and in every position.

You returned with a hand towel for him, “Was I an okay teacher?”

“You tell me,” he joked.

You flop down on the bed next to him, letting your sticky body tangle with his in a new way.

“You’re fucking amazing,” he tells you, “but I think there are some new things I want to show you next time.”

You look at him with raised eyebrows, and let out a giggle as you bury your head into the crook of his neck. He kisses the top of your hair softly. You couldn’t help but feel a little flustered at the notion of fucking him again, of getting fucked by him again. But also, the notion of spending more time with him just in his bed, wearing one of his nerdy t-shirts and getting your hair stroked as you doze off to sleep.

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spidercakes · 4 years

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Have a fun lil ABO high school starker thing (because apparently that’s what I’ve been feeling lately) :) Featuring omega!Tony and alpha!Peter

Peter watches Tony like he always does, in like, a not creepy way. Okay, always watching him his kinda creepy but its not really always its mostly when he comes and goes from his locker because Peter’s is three down and Tony is always a whirlwind of drama and snark that Peter thinks is amusing. And also because he has a giant neon crush on Tony and has for like, ages. But he’s a year younger and he can’t say he blames omegas for mostly dating older when their pool of potential dates thinks farting on each other is the funniest thing they’ve ever seen. Even he doesn’t like alphas his age and he is alphas his age.

Still, Tony. He walks in, some guy trailing behind him obviously trying to get his attention but Tony ignores him for the most part. “Oh come on, at least take the-” Tony cuts him off as he turns around. He looks beyond annoyed so Peter grins, sure that Tony’s companion is about to get told off.

“Okay, I don’t know what gave you the impression I actually give a shit about you but I don’t. I wanted to fuck you, I did that. Now get the hell out of my face,” Tony snaps at him.

Peter shakes his head because they never learn. This happens at least once a week and they all react the way this guy does now, yelling about Tony being a slut or whatever insult that comes to mind. “Dude, if the worst you can say about Tony is that he has a lot of sex I think he’s winning,” Peter says and then his eyes go wide because he hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

Tony looks over, then looks him over and Peter swears to god he’s going to die of embarrassment. “Why don’t you shut up and stay out of it,” the guy snaps at Peter.

“If you want me to stay out of it then stop shrieking like a banshee for everyone to hear, it is seven thirty in the morning you are so annoying,” Peter says, shutting his locker door and he’s fully prepared to flee because he hadn’t meant to say that either but Tony’s voice stops him.

“See, he thinks your annoying too and he didn’t even have to deal with the shitty sex,” Tony says, shrugging like this is something that can’t be helped and he turns to his locker. “So how about you go, hmm?” He flicks his fingers at the guy in dismissal and Peter’s kind of shocked that he just goes. Peter turns too, figuring he’s also been dismissed. “Oh, not you. Where’d you come from?” Tony asks him and Peter frowns.

“I’ve been here the whole time,” he says and Tony rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, I can see that but like, why are you here now?” he asks.

Okay, MJ would totally think its arrogant that Tony didn’t know Peter’s locker was three down from his but also Peter didn’t know bananas weren’t supposed to make his mouth all tingly until last week so if he can go sixteen years without noticing an allergy he figures Tony can be forgiven about the locker thing. “That’s my locker,” he says, gesturing to it. “Which is what I meant by I’ve been here the whole time.”

Tony looks him over again and Peter wishes he would stop that or maybe continue he’s not sure yet, his brain is panicking. “Huh. Well there’s something new.”

Peter is trying with some success to jam his books back into his locker when Tony walks up to him. “How come I don’t know you?” he asks and he takes a bite of his apple.

He has no idea how Tony can make these things look so damn casual. “Probably because I’m a year younger than you,” Peter says, finally managing to shove his biology text book back into his locker shelf.

“That’s no excuse, plenty of people go to parties,” Tony says and its so cute that he thinks Peter has ever been invited to any party ever.

“Uh, yeah, the only parties I go to are the ones involving Dungeons and Dragons so that’s like, probably another reason why you don’t know me.”

He doesn’t really expect Tony to look excited but he lights up anyway. “I love D&D!”

“I don’t but that’s because MJ keeps finding ways to make sure my characters die.” Usually in horrible ways and he works so hard to make them live but somehow he always ends up with a himbo who dies brutally.

“Michelle? Yeah, she’s great. A little intense, but hilarious,” he says and if he didn’t describe her as intense he would assume that Tony was talking about some other Michelle. Not that any of her friends call her that.

“How do you know MJ?”

“She likes to draw people in crisis in detention and I’m in there a lot. Which brings me to point number two, we have friends in common and I’m offended no one has introduced us,” he says.

Peter’s fucking confused and in a good way maybe? He has no idea what’s going on but it seems good so there’s that. “MJ likes to toy with people, she probably did it on purpose.” Definitely more like, she’s known that Peter has had a crush on Tony since forever and she’s never said anything about them talking anywhere let alone detention.

“Uh huh. So here’s the thing Peter, and I had to dig for that information because for someone reason everyone knows you as penis? I’ll forgive whatever weirdness that is, point is I think you’re cute and we’re gunna go a date and you better like Star Wars otherwise I’ll have to shoot myself for being attracted to someone who doesn’t like Star Wars and that’s messy so. See you at eight?” he asks and Jesus Peter wishes he had that kind of confidence.

“I’ve already seen the new Star Wars movie. I went opening night, obviously,” he says, frowning at himself because why is he even arguing this?

“Great, so did I. We can compare notes on how we think things should have went and annoy the other movie patrons with it. See you at eight?” he asks again, totally unperturbed and man, Peter is probably in love with him.

“Yeah, sure. But like, I have so many opinions so you should be prepared. I literally have notes and like, a slide show about it.” He has no idea why he admitted that out loud and honestly its more of a theory board done up Charlie Day style with a bunch of strings attached to it so Ned can stop being wrong and realize why Peter is right about everything to do with Star Wars canon but also. There’s no need to say any of that out loud.

Tony doesn’t look the least bit put off by that and instead grins, “good, and you should be prepared too because I have a freakish amount of Star Wars knowledge just lingering around in my brain for when morons try to claim they know more about Star Wars that I do.”

Peter grins, “awesome!”

MJ looks confused and Peter is also confused, he gets it. “You went on a date with Tony Stark? Stark doesn’t do dates, he barely even does one night stands.”

Oh, he does one night stands just fine, maybe a little too fine if his dramatic love life is any indication. Still though, he went on a date with Tony so he shrugs. “Well I don’t know but we went on a date and it was nice and he’s a total heathen when it comes to Star Wars theories but I can forgive that.”

MJ rolls her eyes, “dude, if he killed a man right in front of you you’d forgive it if you got a chance to sleep with the guy,” she points out.

“Oh my god MJ, don’t be so rude. I don’t want to just sleep with him, like a relationship would be nice. If he’s interested, which is probably a no because I’m me and he’s him but still. I can dream.” Its not like he doesn't already and if nothing else he did get to go on a date with the guy so there’s that.

“Nice to see MJ wasn’t talking out her ass when she said you weren't you know, like that. You know what I mean,” Tony says, making Peter jump in surprise as he sits beside him.

He does know what Tony means though and he lets out an annoyed huff. “Oh my god alphas are all so fucking annoying. They’re all ‘why don’t omegas like me,’” he says in a fake whiny voice, “but then they go on to make fun of literally everything omegas do and how they do it and then to top it off they walk around trying just scent people like walking up and sniffing the shit out of someone isn’t creepy as hell. They don’t like you because you’re stupid, Chad.”

Tony squints at him, “how are you single? What’s wrong with you? Do you keep a bag of baby teeth under your pillow?” he asks and Peter frowns.

“Oh he’s got no baby teeth, no bag of hair, and he’s not pretending to be woke just to get laid either, he’s just like that. His downside is that his voice hasn’t gone through puberty and he has a really sad tragic backstory that will make you want to pet him to make him feel better and that’s disgusting,” MJ says, laying out Peter Facts like its her job. Except she and Tony clearly talked about something because they’re talking like they did and he is so confused. “Also he’s dumb as hell and doesn’t know omegas have vetting systems, which is why he looks like he’s trying to take a shit right now.”

“Perfect. So we’re going to a museum later, right?” he tells Peter and he nods because like, obviously.

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stories-sometimes · 4 years

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I’ve Made A Huge Mistake {9/?}

Peter Parker x Reader, Quentin Beck x Reader

Summary: Peter just wanted to enjoy his trip to Europe, maybe even confess his feelings to his best friends.But along came a mysterious new hero to ruin those plans. Peter and his class are aged up and in college.

Warnings: Violence in later chapters, manipulation, age gap, smut

Word Count: 1565

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Beck was fuming, he’d actually liked Peter, but he was too focused on his plan. Nothing was going to get in his way. He stormed back into the hotel room. She’d be heartbroken when she found out, he hadn’t anticipated that and now had to rewrite much of his meticulous plan.

“Hey, what’s happened?” She asked as he slammed the door behind him. He froze, trying to think of a plausible excuse outside of ‘I just killed your best friend’.

“There’s another.” He lied.

“What?”

“There’s another elemental, in London”

“I thought the one in Prague was the final one, you said that was the last one.”

“It was the last one on my planet, it was the one that destroyed my home. I didn’t get a chance to see it.” Beck replied, fuelling all his current anger into this bullshit story.

“We should call Peter, you’ll need his help.” He clenched his jaw at the mention of the younger man. “I can’t get through to him, but you should try.”

“We don’t need to call him, he’s going back to New York.”

“He’ll come back straight away.” She tried to reason.

“Just forget about him.” Beck snapped, grabbing her upper arm and pushing her against the wall. She gasped in shock. This pushed Beck out of his head, switching back into the persona he’d so carefully formed. “I’m sorry, I’m just stressed about another elemental.” He whispered, trailing his hands down from her arm to her waist. “I can’t lose you again.” Beck faked a sob. And just as he’d hoped, her sympathetic side came out, reaching her hand out to the top of his neck, soothingly stroking over the base of his scalp.

“Don’t worry, I understand. I’m not going anywhere.” He cupped her face.

“Promise me.” He pleaded convincingly. Part of him was being honest, as much as she was another part of his plan, but he was growing accustomed to having her around. He looked forward to seeing her, she brought a certain sense of comfort with her. Gently, Beck ran his finger along her bottom lip.

“I promise, relax.” She reassured him. Still, he looked worried. “I can help you relax.” She suggested.

“Oh really, how are you gonna do that?” Gently, Beck ran his thumb along her bottom lip, dragging it down. She took it in her mouth, sucking on it gently, maintaining eye contact with Beck. “That all you gonna do?” He teased, she playfully hit him in the chest in response.

“Give me a second.” She said before dropping to her knees, slowly unbuckling his belt, unzipping his jeans and dragging them down. His dick, already hard, slapped against his stomach. She darted her tongue, tracing it over his head. She took his dick in her mouth, slowly moving forward. Instantly, he weaved his hands into her hair, guiding her further down. He groaned as he heard her gag. When she pushed her hands on his thighs he let her off. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” She nodded, catching her breathe, “Sorry, I don’t really know what to do.”

“Hey, don’t apologise. You have done this before.”

“Kinda, he came as soon as I put my mouth on him, so I don’t really think it counts.”

“You want me to guide you through it?”

“Yes sir.” She looked up at him pleadingly, her face far too innocent for what she was about to do. Just how Beck liked it.

“Open your mouth,” She obeyed immediately, “Relax your throat, and let me do the work.” He pushed back into her mouth, letting out a loud moan. “That’s good baby.” He felt her moan around him at the praise. “You like that, hearing me tell you how good you feel. How fucking gorgeous you look wrapped around my cock.” He relished in the control he had over her. Quickly, he began to thrust harder, getting deeper. He kept his hands on her head, moving her as he wished. The pressure built up as he made her gag again, watching the tears threaten to spill from her eyes. “Breathe through your nose, relax baby.” Soon, he came with a groan, holding her in place.

“How was that?” She said once she had swallowed, her voice slightly hoarse.

“Jesus Christ, you so fucking amazing.” He helped her back up to her feet. “You look so beautiful right now.” He took in her now dishevelled appearance, messy hair, swollen lips and a tear in her eye, all because of him. He could definitely get used to it.

“Did it help sir?” She asked.

“Absolutely, and as much as I’d love to carry this on, we need to get to London.”

A few hours later they pulled up to a hotel in London. Their bags were taken up to the room.

“What’s wrong?” Beck asked when he heard her groan.

“Nothing, it’s just none of my texts are going through to any of my friends.” She complained.

“It’s probably just no signal in a new country."

“You go unpack,” He instructed, “I need to scope out the area for when the elemental attacks. I’ll be back in a couple hours.”

“Good luck.” She replied, leaning up to give him a quick kiss. The room was just as upscale as the others, Beck was clearly getting used to the high-life, booking another five-star hotel. Everything went smoothly as she pulled out their possessions, moving them to wardrobes and draws. That was until she picked up his suit. Curiosity got the better of her and she inspected it, admiring it up close. She traced her finger over the scale-like design of the sleeve. When she got to the wrist, she felt a metal object under the fabric. She flipped the sleeve inside out to get a closer look. There was a thin piece of technology, sending a flash of recognition through her brain. She examined it further, praying it wasn’t what she thought it was. An overwhelming sick feeling rose through her.

“I’ve made a huge mistake.”

She rushed to her phone, calling Peter urgently. When it went to voicemail she tried MJ, then Ned, then anyone who might have any contact with Peter. No call went through. She ran out of the hotel room, down to the payphones in the lobby. Once again she called Peter, who once again, didn’t pick up. So she tried MJ again.

“Hello.” She heard MJ, the other girl’s voice soothing her panic slightly.

“MJ, are you with Peter?”

“Oh god, are you okay? Please tell me you’re safe.”

“I need to talk to Peter.” She repeated.

“He went to Berlin, he went to find you. Look, I know Peter is Spiderman, and Beck’s lying, I need to know if you are safe.”

“I don’t know, he’s out. But I found this illusion tech in his suit.”

“Yeah, he’s been using that to create the elementals, and drones to destroy the cities.” MJ explained.

“I think he used to work for Stark Industries.”

“What?”

“I’ve seen this tech before, I’ve used it. I’d tag along with Peter to Tony’s lab a few times, and there was one time I was running tests on how a prosthetic I designed would work. Tony let me use the illusion tech. And I remember him ranting about the unstable guy who made it, wasted potential, all that. It was the exact same technology in the suit, being used by some probably unstable liar.

“Holy shit.”

“I don’t know what to do.” She said between heavy, panicked breaths.

“Okay, okay,” MJ tried to think of a plan as rapidly as she could, “You gotta stay calm, pretend everything’s fine. Don’t let Beck know that you know. Don’t make him angry until you’re safe and away from him.”

“I can’t get ahold of Peter.”

“Me neither. But I’ll, I’ll tell Ned, he’ll know who to call. Breath, be careful.”

“Thank you.” She whispered.

“We’re gonna get help.” As soon as the call was over, she went back up to the hotel room, putting the suit away to seem as though she’d never touched it. She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself back down. When Beck returned she’d managed to relax herself. While her heart was racing 100 miles a minute, and her mind felt as though it was about to implode, she managed to remain calm on the outside.

“Hey, how’d it go?” She asked, accepting him when he leaned down to kiss her.

“As well as it could’ve gone. I know London more, so I should be able to fight off the elemental better.” She watched him lie so effortlessly, angry at herself for falling for it. “But I really don’t want to talk about it.”

“So what do you wanna do?”

“I just wanna spend time with my girl.” He gently caressed her face. She leaned into his touch, just like she would’ve done before, and smiled shyly, just like she would’ve done before. His hand moved to cup her face fully. “So the real question is what do you wanna do?”

“We can just cuddle, watch a film.” She suggested. Beck nodded, leading her to the plush bed. Once they got comfortable, Beck moved her legs over his, draping his arm over her, pulling her into him. She tried to relax into his touch, act as though everything was completely fine. And it scared the absolute shit out of her.

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mydarlingvioletine · 5 years

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‘Just a Puppy Crush’

Ship(s): Violet/Clementine

Media: The Walking Dead Game (Season 4)

Summary: a zombie-less modern AU in which two dorks finally get together with the help of their friends.

Chapter 1

It started out with an invitation Violet found on her desk. A light purple envelope, her name written on it in beautiful calligraphy.

Well, it started a little bit before that.

Violet missed her alarm. And six of the backup ones she had set in advance. Her mother had left early for her shift at the diner and her father didn’t come home last night, so she slept peacefully and uninterrupted.

Until she lazily stretched out with a yawn, eyes opening and landing on the alarm clock across her.

7:20

She hardly had time to register what it said before the alarm started angrily beeping again.

“Holy shit… Fuck… Shit!” Violet scrambled to get up, smacking the top of the alarm clock to silence the robotic screaming. She threw her sheets to the side, grabbing her jacket off the door hook on the way out.

While vigorously brushing her teeth, she looked down at her phone.

15 missed messages from Pain in My Ass.

[ur uber is Here… am outside]

[got your drink & bagel, where are u?]

[viiiioooooleeet]

[ v i o l e t ]

[did you put the key in a different spot?]

[coward.]

Violet scrolled through the herd impatiently, getting to the latest messages, about 15 minutes ago.

[violet please fucking get up i didnt do my english homework i need to copy off of you marlon won’t let me copy his anymore]

[fuck i have to go i cant be late to pre-session but I’ll have brody come check on you to see if you can make the late entrance with her! ill keep your breakfast with me im sure mr. everett wouldn’t give a shit if you ate in class. i do it all the time]

As if on cue, there was a faint, nervous knock on the door. God bless Brody.

“Be right there!” Violet shouted, quickly throwing her work messily into her backpack. She grabbed a couple dollars off the kitchen table for lunch, threw on her boots, and booked it towards the door.

"Hey,“ Brody grinned at the shaggy-haired, droopy-eyed messy Violet in front of her. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Violet grimaced, mumbling to herself as she ducked into the passenger seat of Brody’s truck. She caught a glimpse of herself in the rearview mirror, and pulled up the hoodie of her jacket to cover her shame.

The drive felt like forever, with Brody’s insufferable choice of music. Who still listens to Coldplay? In 2019? Violet was too grateful to complain, and clenched her jaw to hold her tongue.

Brody tried to hold a conversation, but Violet was too out of it to contribute anything other than nods and the occasional “mhm.”

“Then Marlon was mad at me! I can’t believe that guy. I swear, if he wasn’t my best friend I’d…” Brody’s voice petered out as she pulled into the school parking lot, backing into her spot next to Louis’ car.

Violet immediately jumped out, gave a quick “thankyousomuchioweyouone,” and booked it towards the front doors of the school. The front desk ladies were distracted, so Violet was able to sneak past them and make her way down to the math wing.

106… 108… 110!

Relieved, Violet peeked through the window, seeing Marlon’s pathetic excuse for a haircut as confirmation that she was at the right place.

She tried her best to quietly open the door as to not interrupt the class and draw attention to herself, but wasn’t surprised when the door noisily creaked open, everyone’s heads turning towards her.

Really, Ericson? Ever heard of WD 40?

Violet shyly ducked her head, placing herself between Louis and Aasim. Before she could say anything, Louis placed her coffee and bagel on her desk, a patient smile on his face.

Violet was able to manage a “thank you” while she was scarfing down the bagel. Cheeks full and a dab of cream cheese hanging on her top lip, it’s safe to say that she did not expect Clem to approach her desk at that moment with the worksheet she’d missed.

“Hey, Vi,” Violet’s head jerked up, meeting eyes with Clementine. Embarrassed, she took a tissue and wiped her face, swallowing before she took the worksheet from Clem’s hands. “Grabbed this for you.”

“Thanks,” Violet managed to stammer, giving a sheepish smile while pulling her pencil case out of her pocket. Clementine hadn’t moved.

Violet tensed up, waiting for Clem to make a comment on her appearance or tease her. Instead, she placed an envelope on top of the worksheet, uncertainty embedded in her actions.

"Uh, that’s for you. I’m having a birthday party tomorrow night at my house.“ Clem pushed the envelope towards her with emphasis, and cleared her throat nervously. "You don’t have to come if you don’t want. It’s on a Friday night and I know you probably have pla-”

“No,” Violet interrupted her, her voice louder than she anticipated. She received an exhausted look from Mr. Everett. “I’ll totally be there.”

Clementine immediately perked up, a dorky smile on her face. “Awesome. Oh, and it’s gonna be a sleepover. You don’t have to stay for that.”

Violet frowned, cocking her head and looking at Clem under a suspicious lens. “You don’t have to invite me, y'know.” She sighed, placing the envelope back into Clementine’s hands. “I get it.”

Clem froze up, visibly upset. “No, fuck. I really want you to come. I just didn’t know if that was your kind of thing.”

Violet, unconvinced, lowered her eyes and took a sip of her coffee. Cold. The heat of Clem’s hand covering her own was a nice contrast to that.

Wait.

“I want you there,” Clementine insisted, squeezing her hand between her own. The heat from the touch quickly flushed to Violet’s face, her pale skin unable to mask the blush that covered it. “Please come.”

Louis and Aasim exchanged an annoyed glance at the useless sapphics. Mr. Everett had stood up and taken an interest to their conversation at this point.

“Clem, go back to your seat please,” Mr. Everett cleared his throat, to which Clem recoiled, dropping Violet’s hand. “Violet is more than capable and doesn’t need hands-on help.”

Clem, face red and flustered, ducked her head and moved back to her seat in the front of the classroom. “Sorry, da- I mean Mr. Everett.” She squeaked, glancing over her shoulder one more time at Violet, uncertainty and sadness on her face.

Mr. Everett continued the lecture, but Violet was too busy staring out the window. She was completely zoned out. She figured she’d just get the notes from Aasim later. She saw Louis give her the occasional worried glance out of the corner of her eye, and kept her focus on the kids playing in the courtyard.

The class couldn’t have gone any slower, but eventually the bell rang, and all the tension that had built up in Violet’s muscles was relieved.

She didn’t know why this class stressed her out so much. She was pretty good at math, only the second highest grade in the class behind Aasim. Mr. Everett made her feel uneasy.

He wasn’t a bad guy. Quite the opposite, really. He was a fun teacher who had gone to great lengths to help Violet out with her work. A little by-the-book, but a big sweetheart.

Plus, he picked on Louis a lot. So he was pretty likeable in her eyes.

Clementine had gone up to Mr. Everett and they were now talking, Clem dropping the classroom decorum to tug on his arm and take a $5 dollar bill out of his wallet for lunch.

Violet didn’t realize she was staring until both of their gazes landed on her. Startled, she pulled her hoodie back over her head and started gathering her books as quick as she could. She could hear distant murmuring, but couldn’t make anything out.

Her panic was interrupted by Louis swinging an arm around Violet’s shoulders, holding an almost identical envelope up in front of her face, but it was green.

"If it’s about transportation, I can pick you up. C'mon, the Vi I know and love would never miss out on a chance to get her ass handed to her in Super Smash Bros.“ Louis teased, earning a playful punch on the shoulder from Violet.

"Yeah, right,” Violet rolled her eyes, looking over at Aasim to see he also had one, but orange. “You going?”

"Nah, my moms are taking me camping this weekend.“ Aasim chirped, a glint of mischievousness in his voice. Noticing the curious glances from his two friends, he cracked an evil grin and spoke one word. "Campfire.”

“Smokey the Bear, Aasim,” Violet giggled, shaggy hair falling in front of her eyes. “What can you do to prevent forest fires?”

Louis laughed while Aasim rolled his eyes, picking up his backpack and swinging it over his shoulder. “I’ll see you guys at lunch.”

Aasim was gone for what seemed like half a second when Clementine appeared at her desk again, followed by Mr. Everett. Violet froze, her grip on her books tight.

“My dad wants to introduce himself. Not as Mr. Everett, but as ‘Cool Dad Lee.’” Clem raised her hands to make air quotes, while Le- Mr. Everett held out his hand to shake Violets’.

Bewildered, she shook his hand.

“Hello, Violet,” Mr. Everett looked happy, glancing between Clem and she. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

That line earned an elbow in the stomach from Clementine. Violet, still frozen, gave a robotic laugh.

“Oh, I wanted to tell you to ignore that part of the envelope where it says 'presents mandatory.’ My mom is a bit of a smart-ass.” Clem snorted, before cocking an eyebrow over at Louis. “Not you though, rich boy.”

Louis gave her some finger guns, a big, goofy smile on his face. “Respect for that.”

The second bell rang, interrupting the conversation. Violet threw her backpack over her shoulder, and shot a glance towards Louis. “Fuck, Ms. Martin is gonna be so pissed.”

"I’ll write you a pass. Don’t worry about it.“ Mr. Everett pulled a notepad out of his pocket and took the pen that was perched on Clementine’s ear. "Just.. try to make sure he actually gets there.” Mr. Everett gestured to Louis, who gave a mock gasp at the implication.

“Will do,” Violet promised, grabbing Louis by the neck of his coat. “I’ll uh.. see you two tomorrow night.”

“You’re coming?” Clem squealed, her eyes giving away how happy she was. Violet nodded sheepishly, looking back at Mr. Everett before dragging Louis out of the classroom.

“I like that girl,” Lee stated, capitalizing on the blush that had taken over Clem’s cheeks. “Reminds me of someone.”

Clementine rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, tapping her foot impatiently as he made up a pass for her. “That’s good…”

Lee tore off the front page of the notepad, and held it high before giving it to Clem. “You have my blessing.”

Clementine’s flustered state turned into a fit of anger, as she jumped up to try and grab the pass out of his hand. “Shut. Up.” Clem grabbed onto the slip, wrenching it out of his arm. “I introduce you as my Cool Dad and this is how you repay me?”

Lee chuckled, putting the pen back behind her ear. “If you think I’m bad, just wait ‘til Carley sees her.. Oh, boy.. Her cheeks are gonna be red from all that pinching.”

Clementine huffed and stomped out of the classroom, putting all of her weight onto her prosthetic foot, so it noisily clattered. She kept up the noise until she knew she was out of ear shot, and smiled to herself, bunching the bottom of her sweatshirt up in her hands.

Her seventeenth birthday was going to be perfect.

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stressa-bessa · 6 years

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Taco Thursday

Prompt #24 “What on earth are you wearing?”

Submitted by the wonderful @prince-p-parker for my 100 follower celebration, please go give them a follow!

You can submit a prompt or suggestion here as the celebration runs till November 5th!

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Peter Parker x Reader

Fluff!

Word count: 2282

“Alright class, I guess that is the end of our lesson today. Please don’t forget that your Spanish presentations are on Monday!” The teacher shouts over the sound of the ringing bell and the shuffling of papers and desks.

“Hey, Y/N!” Peter Parker yells as he walks up to you from the back of the class. “Would you want to come over tonight to work on our Spanish presentation?” He blushes lightly, tightening his grasp on his copy of Don Juan.

“Sure thing, Pete. Do you not have to go to your internship?” You laugh, curious as to how Peter can balance his courses and the Stark Internship.

“Nah, Mr. Stark told me school first after all the craziness from last year.” Peter smiles as laugh lines form on his cheeks.

“Alright, sounds like a plan. I can meet you after school, by the lockers?”

“Yes! That’s perfect.”

“Alright, see you later, Pete.” You smile, giving him a wave as you walk out of the classroom.

You had known Peter for ages as you had attended the same middle school in Queens. The both of you had been accepted into Midtown on a scholarship and from the first day of grade 9, you had become close friends.

It wasn’t hard to be around Peter. He was fantastic company and always made sure he walked you home, even though his apartment was 3 blocks closer to the subway than yours. When your dad had gotten sick half way through your first year, Peter was there. May was constantly sending casseroles and Peter would always show up at school with two sets of homework, the one he did for himself and the extra for you. He would always say it was nothing and that he had changed a few of the answers so you wouldn’t get caught, except he would change the answers in his homework, so you would get the better grade.

After your dad had passed away, Peter knew how to comfort you. He would just hold you when the grief and tears would creep up on you. Once the dust had settled after the passing of your father, you realized that maybe there could be more there between you and Peter. More than just friendship. There was something about his big, brown eyes and the freckles that sprinkled his cheeks that took your breath away.

At the beginning of your third year, you noticed a change in Peter. As if he had filled out and gotten hot overnight. You did your best not to notice the way his shirt would cling to his abdomen, or how tight the sleeves of his once baggy tee shirts were bursting at the seams around his biceps. You always did your best to conceal these feelings as Peter was your best friend. You told each other everything.

One night, the two of you were at his apartment studying for a chemistry final when Peter brought up homecoming. The second those words left his lips, you got butterflies. Was Peter going to ask you to be his date?

“Yeah, I want to ask this girl, but I don’t know how.” He sighs, shutting his textbook as he admits defeat.

“What’s stopping you?”

“Well, I don’t want to ruin a friendship or make it weird. I don’t want to seem like the freak who goes out of his league, you know?”

You could feel your cheeks grow hot. It had to be you, right?

“Peter, anyone would be happy to go with you! Just ask her, who is it!” You beam, the butterflies in your stomach grow and become more persistent.

“Liz, Liz Allen from our English class.” He smiles, a cheery blush growing on his cheeks.

You could feel the pit of your stomach drop. You tried your best to conceal the disappointment on your face but, how could you? You were heartbroken.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Peter asks quickly, a concerned look forming across his brow.

“Nothing, nothing, Pete. You know? I should probably get going. It’s getting late and I need some sleep before the test tomorrow.” You say lightly, pressing your lips together in a firm line.

“It’s only 7:30…?” Peter questions, running a hand through his soft, brown curls.

“I had to get up early for band today, I’m pooped.”

“Uh, okay, yeah. Let me get my coat and I can walk you home.” He says as he stands up from his bedroom floor.

“Nah, I’ll be okay, Pete. You have a good night, okay?”

“Y/N, seriously. Let me walk you home.” Peter persists, grabbing your hand in the process. His touch sent your heart into a frenzy. The way his gaze pierced into yours made you weak in the knees.

“Peter, I’ll be okay.” You whisper as you pull your hand away and open his bedroom door.

“Let me know when you get home at least?” He asks as you walk out his front door.

You had briskly walked back to your apartment, tears streaming down your face as you angrily texted MJ about the events that took place this evening. You vowed that you would bury these feelings and just focus on yourself and your friendship, so, that is exactly what you did. From that day forward, you hid your feelings and pretended they didn’t exist. It was better like that, anyways. Less drama, less pain, you had already dealt with a life time of both.

The sound of a locker slamming shut drew you from your thoughts. Quickly grabbing your English books, you shut your locker and walk briskly down the halls to your last class of the day.

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The bell signifying the end of day rang in your ears. The teacher put down her copy of Hamlet and excused the class, wishing everyone a happy evening. You hurried along the halls to get to your locker. You were looking forward to hanging out with Peter. The beauty of having to do an aural presentation meant that you could see Peter come out of his shell.

You grabbed your things from your locker and took a quick look in the magnetic mirror that hung on the door of your locker. Fixing your hair, you smile and shut the door. As you leaned against it, you pulled out your phone and texted Peter. Maybe he was still stuck in class?

Your phone vibrated gently.

Pete🔬: Running behind! Meet me at my place!

With a sigh you commenced your march to Peter’s apartment, classic Peter always showing up late.

Meanwhile….

Peter was twiddling his thumbs in algebra, praying for the bell to ring so he could hang out with you. His favourite part of the day was when the two of you would walk home from school. The laughs and good times you’ve shared are precious memories to Peter.

Tonight, he wanted to invite you for dinner and talk about the elephant in the room. Peter realized that he had messed up last year. MJ had screamed at him after the Homecoming dance when he hadn’t shown up for either Liz or you. That was when he realized that he had been ignoring his feelings for you. Getting to rehearse this intimate scene from Don Juan would give him the perfect change to spend an intimate moment with you, and hopefully he would be able to find the courage to apologize and right his wrongs.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, drawing his attention away from the pigeon that was flying around outside.

Aunt May🌻: Still on for Thai tonight?

Peter: Shoot! I forgot to tell you, Y/N is coming for dinner. We must practice for a Spanish presentation.

Aunt May🌻: ahh…Tacos?

Peter: Tacos 😇

With a smile and light chuckle, Peter tucks his phone away. He swiftly copies the equation off the board and adds it to his pile of notes.

Another buzz pulls his attention from the lesson.

Mr. Stark: Spiderling, we need back up

In seconds Peter gathered his things and jumped out of his seat, muttering some lame excuse as he ran out of class.

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Your feet carried you up the steps to Peter’s front door, your then knuckles wrapping softly at the wooden door. The door creaks open slowly to reveal Aunt May in a sunflower apron.

“Hello, Y/N!” She smiles, greeting you with a big hug.

“Hey, Aunt May. It smells delicious in here!”

“Taco Thursday, as per Peter’s request.” She giggles, as she holds you by the shoulders, her gaze examining your face. “You look more and more like your mother every day! It’s been ages since I’ve seen you around here!” Aunt May beams as she walks back to the kitchen.

“Oh yeah, just super busy with extracurriculars. Trying to beef up my resume for college, you know?” You laugh awkwardly, as you lean against the kitchen counter. In truth, you had been avoiding this apartment since the day Peter had told you about Liz and homecoming.

“Peter is always swamped with the Stark Internship! I swear, I never see that boy anymore…I’m not so sure that I am a fan of that Tony Stark. I think he pushes Pete too far.” May explains in a concerned tone.

“Speaking of, is Pete here?”

“Uh, he should be in his room. I thought I heard him come in the door.” She smiles, “Go a head into his room! I’ll call you kids when dinner is ready.”

“Oh okay, let us know if you need help!” You reply as you turn and walk into Peter’s room. You open the door and find a strange man crawling through Peter’s bedroom window.

The second you opened your mouth to scream, the man’s gloved hand covers your mouth while the other shuts the door swiftly.

“Shh shh, it’s me, Y/N!” the figure hisses, pulling off his mask.

It was Peter. Wait- it was Peter? What the hell?!

“Peter?! What on earth are you wearing?” a nervous giggle escapes your lips as you pull on the crazy costume he was wearing.

“You have to promise me you won’t tell a soul.” Peter whispers, a panicked look in his eye.

“Peter, of course.” You reply, squeezing his hand tightly.

“Okay, the Stark Internship is this. I’m Spider-man, and Tony builds my suits and I help fight crime.”

“Wait- You’re Spider-man?”

“Yeah, kinda.” Peter laughs, running a hand through his messy hair.

“Wow, that explains so much.” You reply, flopping onto his bunkbed. “So, in Washington…that was you?”

“Yeah, it was.”

“And homecoming-“

“About homecoming.” Peter interrupts. “Look, before we get into this, I want to apologize for homecoming. I was dumb and didn’t realize that I had hurt you so deeply.” He says as he takes your hands in his, his big brown eyes staring into yours.

“Peter, it’s fine-“

“Liz, wasn’t worth the risk of losing you or our friendship. I am so sorry that I am such an idiot that I couldn’t see what was right in front of me. I was going to wait to tell you after we had practiced our Spanish presentation, but…whatever. Look, I like you, like a lot, Y/N. And I am so sorry I fucked it all up because I was dumb, and ignorant, and cocky, especially after becoming Spider-man.”

“Peter, it’s okay, it’s all water under the bridge-“

“No. It’s not okay. I hurt my best friend. I was really annoyed with MJ, for weeks, but eventually I realized that I was being a jerk and I’m sorry. I totally get it if you aren’t into me anymore, and if that’s the case please pretend that I never said any of this.” He sighs, rubbing his eyes with his hand.

You stood there dumbfounded. A years-worth of emotions starting to bubble in your chest while Peter’s deep, brown eyes burned holes in your forehead.

“Peter, I like you too.” You smile, the butterflies starting to return in your tummy.

Peter walks forward, closing the gap between the two of you. His hand slowly reaching for your cheek.

He leans down and presses his lips onto yours. Peter’s lips tasted sweet like bubble gum, drawing you in to kiss him deeper.

A soft knock at the door pulled the two of you apart.

“Dinner’s ready!” May’s voice chimes from Peter’s door.

“I’m going to change, I’ll meet you out there?” Peter smiles, tucking a curl behind your ear.

“Sounds like a plan. Better not get too distracted, Parker. We have mucho work to do!” You giggle as you slip out of his room, giving Peter the chance to change in private.

The fiesta that Aunt May prepared was an absolute delight. You could see the joy in her eyes as the three of you giggled over making tacos and trying to name all the types of food that start with the letter T.

Once dinner was over, you and Peter retreated to his room to rehearse your scene from Don Juan. Unfortunately, Peter hadn’t listened to you earlier and got way too distracted.

“I just can’t help it, I’m sorry.” Peter smiles, placing another soft kiss on your lips.

“But we need to practice, Pete!” You giggle, trying to wrestle out of his embrace.

“That just means you will have to come over again tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day.” Peter jokes, placing a kiss on your face between words.

“Oh, Peter. What am I going to do with you?” You giggle, caving into his affection and placing a big kiss on his lips.

A/N: I hope you like it! Thank you so much for submitting a prompt! If you would like me to fix or change something, please let me know! :)

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girlwithacrown · 5 years

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Stuck

my first fanfic ... no warnings, mild swearing

They could not figure out which spell Lily had used. Madame Pomfrey had not given it a real try, but instead found their punishment fitting and hilarious.

Ever since the other marauders had figured out Remus' "furry little problem", Sirius had started to challenge his friend to little games of strength - just so he could proclaim to have defeated a werewolf. James found it hilarious, of course, although he could not bring himself to the same degree of insensitivity. It wasn't helping that Remus refused him most of the time: "Are you a wolf or a chicken"? That damn mischievous Black smile. Remus just could not bare the physical attention of his handsome friend any more. The constant nudging and tackling had messed further with his already messy dreams.

In an attempt to resolve this issue once and for all Remus had lured Sirius into an arm wrestling match, something so outragious muggelish that the notorious marauder could not refuse. Remus had not even planned on winning, but Sirius sometimes was just so infuriating. So it was definitely his fault when their hands slipped and caused a chain reaction resulting in the spilling of pumpkin juice over Lily's essay on the Declaration of Vampire Rights. Her fast and unspoken hex directly met their still entangled hands and they had not been able to detach them since.

"Is it really so bad to be stuck with me?" Remus had not talked to Sirius since his miserable attempt to disolve the hex by changing in Padfoot had caused them to trip over - Remus bruising his already bad shoulder. Now they where lying in Remus bed, him trying not to think about the next morning when they would be forced to hold hands at breakfast. It should not have been LIKE THIS. Also, not thinking about the possibility to close the gap between them. No sleep then, he thought to himself, with a deep and grumpy sigh.

James and Peters constant giggles had eventually

been replaced by their snoring. Remus shoulder still hurt and he shifted his body to release some of the pain, without closing the wide gap to Sirius, gasping when it did not work. Sirius must haved misread this as another unnerved sigh (of which there had been quite a few in the last hours).

"Oh for fuck sake, Moony. I will cut my arm of when you think it's so unbearable to be stuck in bed with me."

This made Remus laugh. Whenever he had imagined being stuck in bed with Sirius it had not been because of a hex. "My shoulder hurts, you fucking moron"

"Oh ... should I... I could ..." Sirius sat up straight abruptly, lifting up Remus with him and then drawing closer. "Which one is it?"

Remus knew it was a bad idea but the sweetness in his friends voice overwhelmed him.

"Left"

Sirius shifted behind him.

They had managed to change into pyjama bottoms, but because of their circumstance still wore their smart white shirts. Still, Sirius could feel some swelling beneath the stiff fabric just underneath the shoulderplate.

"Accio murtlap"

A small tin full of the healing lotion came flying through a small crack in the drawn red velvet curtains surrounding the bed.

Without asking, Sirius started to unbottom Remus' shirt from behind, just enough to reach into it.

The lotion instantly brought comfort and this time Remus' sigh was one of relief. A feeling that was not lasting, because without the pain to complain about, he instantly became even more aware of his situation. Suddenly, Remus felt reminded that this had been exactly the reason why he tried to prevent physical contact with Sirius to begin with.

Without making it seemed to rushed he tried to move away from Sirius, whose breath in his neck made him all dissy, not to mention his gallant hand still skin to skin with his. The grip tightend.

Sirius was not strictly known for thinking before speaking, but now his words seemd more carefully: "Why is it that you always move away from me?"

"Oh for heaven's sake. We are hexed together aren't we?"

"If I had known that's the excuse I need, I would not have resorted to tackling you"

Remus thoughts spiralled. Was it just him or seemed the room awfully quiet. This was it. He finally got Sirius into bed ... .

"Wait a sec, I have an idea .."

Sirius had removed his free hand from under the shirt and was now fiddling with the murtlap essence again.

"Oh that girl, I am going to kill her"

A strange sensation went to Remus' body as Sirius detached his trapped hand from their, what had seemed, never ending handshake. "She tampered with muggle inspired magic again - super glue handshake? We really have to forbid James to talk with her about practical jokes".

Remus looked at his now released hand, not believing that he had been attached to Sirius for some hours and had not even paused to enjoy one bit of it.

"Too soon?"

That Black smile again. "I think I could replicate it if you want a second chance". Sirius gripped Remus' hand again but instead of performing the hex he pulled Remus in. Their faces were inches apart. "Just heads up, I am going to kiss ... ". Sirius could not even finish his warning. Remus had already moved towards him, closing that final gap between their lips.

Sirius scent rushed through Remus' nose, his taste, his hands. This was it. This was what he wanted since the day Sirius started to grow his hair out and became the most attractive wizard of history. That damn Black smile.

But Sirius pulled away. Remus opened his eyes to find his crush looking at him suspiciously. Oh no, not the thought spirals again. "Remus?", he was holding his stare but barely keeping it up. "Can we just pretend that we did not need a hex from Lily to finally start snogging?"

"I actually thinks she deserves this and also I am going to give her all my money as a thank you gift".

"Well then just kiss me again"

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"Hiya Lily, enjoying breakfast?", Remus was really good at hiding his excitement.

Lily glanced up, one hand still engaged in rewritting her essay, the other holding a buttered toast: "Hey Boys, still not figured out the counter spell?"

Sirius was much worse at sounding severe, beaming with happiness: "Well you are just way to clever for us. Seems like we are going to be stuck together forever"

Lily smiled into her coffee mug: "Oh what a pity", then, more suspicious, glanced at the again. "Wait a moment... Sirius, why are your lips swollen. Remus ... Is this a fucking love bite above your collar? Oh for fuck sake, you are just holding hands aren't you? FINALLY ..."

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Chapter 5: Peanut Butter and Jealous (Spider-boy - Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)

A/n: Liz is also a sophomore in this story, not a Senior. Also, the Y/n character is not the usual girl next door kind considering the fact that she’s a Stark, she’s somehow the Blair Waldorf in her own world, but ya know... with an MCU twist (kinda lol)

PROLOGUE, CHAPTER 1, CHAPTER 2, CHAPTER 3, CHAPTER 4, CHAPTER 6, CHAPTER 7, CHAPTER 8, CHAPTER 9, CHAPTER 10, CHAPTER 11, CHAPTER 12, CHAPTER 13

Y/n scrambles to her feet helping Peter stand up from where they were laying. You fix your hair and put on your silk robe.

Peter can sense the horror-struck feature on your face. Y/n grabs Peter by the arm as the two of you head upstairs to your room.

“If you think my dad is scary, you should meet my mom. She can be quite hypercritical, so don’t hold it against her if she says something harsh. That’s why she’s friends with people from Vogue, they’re both just as horrifying.” Y/n explains as the two of you enter your room.

“Does May know that you’re here?” Y/n asks Peter.

“I told her I was going to crash at Ned’s place.” Peter replies.

“My mom is on her way up, I can’t let you just hang inside my room the whole time she’s here.” Y/n says.

“I know! Can’t you just distract her something? I’ll try to run to the elevator as fast as I can.” Peter reasons out.

“I don’t think you understand how elevators work. They make a sound whenever someone enters or leaves.” Y/n snaps.

“I better go check if my mom’s here.” Y/n tells him before opening the door.

“Don’t leave until I come back here okay?” You remind him before you hear the familiar elevator sound.

The footsteps of your mom’s heels click against the marble tiles.

“Helena, tell Y/n to hurry up. Today’s the annual Stark Industries brunch. Plus, Eloise and Nicholas are waiting for her inside the car.” Y/n’s mom’s commanding voice echoes in the foyer.

“They’re here for the weekend as well?” You run downstairs to see your mom standing by the main entrance.

“Why aren’t you dressed? The brunch is starting in 30 minutes.” Your mom scolds you

“Good morning to you too, mother.” Y/n greets the Impeccably dressed French woman who removes her sun glasses the second you get to her.

“Hello, sweetie! You look exhausted. Did your dad bore you to death with all those inventions he’s been making?” Y/n’s mom asks, opening her arms wide open as she hugs you.

“I went to a party last night, actually.” Y/n corrects.

“I know... Happy told me everything.” She says as the two of you pull away from the hug.

“Everything?” Y/n eyes shot wide open.

“He told me that you got drunk and passed out before he could fetch you.” Denise states.

Y/n lets out a sigh of relief after realizing that Happy didn’t mention the part with Peter.

“Yup! That’s what happened.” Y/n replies nervously.

“Gotta go freshen up a bit. Be right back. Brunch at the Plaza, right?” You inquire before quickly running up the stairs.

“I’m actually planning on leaving now.” Y/n’s mom’s stern voice echoes.

“Why don’t I just catch up with you guys there? I just need to bathe and change. Bye!” You run up to your room to see Peter standing in the middle of your room, half naked.

“Oh my god! Peter put on some clothes!” You cover your eyes.

“I don’t know where my clothes are! I can’t remember where I placed them. I have to go home, I forgot your dad’s brunch is today” He panics.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure my brother has spare clothes in his room. Okay, did everyone receive a secret message about the brunch but me?” Y/n grumbles, grabbing Peter by the arm as the two of you head to Nicholas’ room.

“You have a habit of grabbing me by the hand, you know that?” Peter asks, chuckling.

“Oh please, we both know you love it when I hold your arm.” Y/n sneers.

You roll your eyes and open the closet to see your brother’s collection of Prada Long sleeves.

“Excellent!” You grab the Prada white button downs and Navy blue blazer, and your brother’s favorite Ralph Lauren Cotton Chino pants.

“Since you liked our teenage night scene so much, it’s time to spend time the adults of the Upper East Side at brunch. Suit up, Parker.” Y/n hands Peter the outfit.

“What about my shoes?” Peter asks.

“Say no more. I’ve got you covered.” Y/n reassures him.

The hall is filled with food, from croissants and scones of different flavors to mixed fruits, the freshest yogurts and multiple choices of drinks, from juices to Moet champagne battles.

“Don’t draw attention to yourself. Stick with me, okay?” Y/n reminds Peter.

“Mr. Parker! I thought you didn’t want to attend... What are you doing here with my daughter?” Tony walks towards the two teenagers.

“Hi, dad.” You kiss your dad on the cheek.

“Sweetie, why don’t you go talk to your siblings for awhile? I need to talk to Peter.” Tony tells Y/n who is unsure.

“I won’t harm your pet, don’t worry.” Tony reassures his daughter before she walks away.

“What are you playing at, Parker? I thought you had feelings for someone else name... Liz was it?” Tony inquires, putting an arm around Peter.

“Sir, I can assure you, Y/n and I are just friends. She actually convinced me to go here actually. And how did you find out about Liz?” Peter furrows his eyebrows at Tony.

“I got it from your suit and that is beside the point. If I could prevent Y/n from growing up, I’d do it in a heartbeat. I’ve seen how boys look at her, how you look at her. She got all her good genes from me, not from her mother.” Tony explains.

“I can see that, Mr. Stark.” Peter just nods in agreement.

“I know everything, Mr. Parker. I also know that you tried to make a move on her at some party.” Tony says sternly.

“Tony!” A male voice calls him.

“We’ll continue this discussion later.” Tony walks away.

‘Shit. I knew this was going to get messy. I just didn’t think it would get messy this quickly.’ Peter thinks to himself.

“Peter! Hi!” A voice interrupts his thoughts.

“Finally, someone normal.” He mutters.

“Oh hey!” Peter smiles at the person who called him.

On the other side of the room:

Y/n is about to walk towards the Stark table when the three friends stop her.

“Thank god we found you.” Tina sighs.

“Why? What’s going on?” You ask.

“It’s kinda coincidental that we were talking about Liz last night when...” Eliza doesn’t finish her sentence, instead looks at what’s behind Y/n.

You turn around to see Liz and her mom talking to someone.

“What is she doing here?” You ask, facing your friends.

“His father owns a Salvage company that works with your father actually. I’m kinda surprised she’d be here.” Tina states.

“I think Peter has a thing for her. I need you girls to distract him for me. I’ll go talk to Liz.” Y/n tells the three girls whose eyebrows are raised.

“What? He has a thing for Liz and you know how we operate.” Y/n sneers.

“Looks like we’re a bit late with the plan.” Maddie tells Y/n.

You turn around the third time to see Peter and Liz talking, smiling at one another.

“Unbelievable.” Y/n mutters and walks towards the two.

“Hi, Liz! I’m so glad to see you! What are you doing here?” Y/n exclaims and hugs Liz in the process.

“My dad couldn’t go, so I was kind of forced to come today. Your family brunch is still glamorous as always.” Liz smiles at you as you let go.

“Thank you! I do hope you’re enjoying everything. By the way, the girls are also here.” Y/n looks at Tina, Eliza, and Maddie and signals them to walk towards Y/n, Peter, and Liz.

Peter can sense the tension radiating from Y/n. His phone vibrates and sees Ned’s text about the Vulture and his men are stealing equipment from a truck.

As much as he loved spending time with Y/n, he can feel the socialites glaring at him, probably wondering whose kid he is or why he walked in with Y/n Stark. Ned texting Peter about the Falcon is the perfect excuse to ditch the brunch.

Tina, Maddie, Eliza, and Liz start to converse.

“Can I borrow Y/n for a second?” Peter asks the girls.

Y/n smiles at Peter as he holds her arm and they move towards the door.

“I uhh... I have to go.” Peter tells Y/n.

“Now? Peter, you haven’t even eaten yet. I can call your Aunt May for you.” Y/n replies.

“I know, but I never told her that I’m going to the brunch today. She’s going to freak out.” Peter lies.

“You could’ve just told me you that you didn’t want to go here in the first place.” Y/n mutters, crossing her arms.

“Y/n... I’m so sorry. It’s just.... Our lives are so different. I can live without the fancy brunches, sports cars, and New York socialites, you can’t. I’m really sorry. I’ll talk to you soon, okay?” Just like that Peter leaves brunch, leaving Y/n disappointed and mad.

And nobody wants to see Y/n Stark when she’s mad.

“So Peter’s crush, Liz is the daughter of Mr. Toomes? New York is getting smaller.” Tony puts an arm around his daughter.

“Come on, you deserve a healthy breakfast.” Tony leads his daughter away from the door, knowing that Peter won’t come back after storming out.

Y/n releases herself from Tony’s hold and walks away.

“It still feels like a television show when I’m with her.” Tony whispers seeing his daughter stomping towards the family table. He couldn’t have his daughter any other way.

“Y/n!!” Tina calls you as she approaches the table, holding her Stella McCartney coat in one hand and her phone in the other.

“Unless you have something that is related to our math homework or anything that concerns my well-being. I’m not interested.” Y/n replies.

“Even better. A little birdie tells me that Liz is throwing a party tonight at her place.” Tina sits beside you, handing you her phone with a photo of the invitation.

“Hold on, Liz Allan? As in, Peter Parker’s crush, Liz Allan?” Y/n asks.

“Are we talking about Liz again?” Maddie chimes in, as she and Eliza, join in on the conversation.

“A little birdie told me she’s hosting a party tonight.” Tina tells them.

“Didn’t we just go to a party last Friday night? Why are we going to Liz’s place when she lives in Queens, oh and it’s a Wednesday night!” Eliza clarifies.

“Well, Think of it this way. Peter’s surely going to be there because of Liz. I say we crash her party.” Maddie shrugs her shoulders.

“Looks like our monthly dinner at The Plaza is postponed until further notice. Anyone up for a party in Queens?” Y/n smirks at her friends.

“I’m totally dreading the fact that Liz lives in Queens but I’m so in.” Eliza returns the smirk at Y/n who is looking down at the invitation.

“Wow, Liz never told us her house is huge.” Maddie sighs, looking at the bright lights coming out from the Modern house.

“Ready to crash the party?” Y/n asks the three girls who are all glammed up more than ever, ready to make a statement.

You and your friends walk in to see the party in full swing. The boys are starting to take notice, which is what you wanted in the first place, but the only boy you’re looking for in this party is Peter Parker.

Liz and the rest of her friends are seated on the floor and look like they’re playing spin the bottle.

“Oh my god, this party is just like the one we had in 7th grade. They’re clearly just looking for a reason to play 7 minutes in heaven.” Eliza mutters.

“Well well well! If it isn’t the Queen B of the Upper East Side. What, did you guys get bored at your 2-storey apartments and Prep school boys?” Flash looks up from where he’s seated.

Liz eyes shoot wide open upon seeing her four former friends from Spence.

“Cool party you got here Liz.” Y/n smirks at Liz who stands up to welcome them.

“Y/n, girls! What are you doing here?” Liz smiles at the four of them awkwardly.

“We were supposed to have dinner at the Plaza, but we wanted to stop by to our friend Liz’s place, surprise surprise, you’re actually in the middle of a party.” You reply.

You look at your friends and raise your eyebrows at them slightly, signaling them to bombard Liz. It’s your time to find Peter.

You see Peter holding a red solo cup, standing beside Ned who is wearing a weird hat. Instead of making your presence known, you hide behind the wall that separates the kitchen and the walkway.

“So when are you going to ask Liz to homecoming?” You hear Ned ask Peter.

“I don’t know.... She’s THE Liz Allan, I’ve been longing to ask her out since freshman year and then there’s Y/n who is so amazing-” A smile forms on your lips upon hearing Peter’s words.

“-But I just can’t handle the pressures of liking a Stark. Liz is the girl of my dreams, you know that right?” Peter sighs.

It’s time.

“That’s not what you told me when you kissed me last Friday.” Y/n sneers, interrupting Peter and Ned’s conversation.

Ned’s eyes widen, looking at both you and Peter.

“I’m gonna go.... polish my hat.” Ned runs away slowly.

“Y/n, I can explain.” Peter sighs.

“Explain what? You already made it very clear that I’m nothing compared to THE Liz Allan. I already lost the guy I liked because of Liz back when she was still at Spence, now it’s come back to haunt me again, and this time I thought I actually had a shot.” Y/n bites her lips to stop herself from crying.

“Thank you, Peter. Thanks for bringing me back to those days. I always have been just second best after Liz Allan.” You storm out of the house.

“Y/n wait!” Peter runs after you, grabbing you using his web, you spinning into his arms.

“I like you, I really do. I’m just.... confused. This whole Spiderman thing just made things difficult for me.” He holds you tight in his arms.

“Let me make it easier for you then. Enjoy your homecoming, Peter.” You push him away, heading towards your car.

‘Get out of Liz’s house. We’re done.’ Y/n texts the girls.

Peter Parker won’t know what hit him.

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accio-infinity-stone · 7 years

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The Sunrise Part 3 (Sirius Black x Hufflepuff!Reader

Part 1 Part 2

Part 3 requested by anonymous (and whoever else wanted it): Dude I love you and your blog but I need 'Sunrise part 3' in my life. Maybe make it about the reader meeting the marauders? Idk ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Word Count: 3, 253 (wow, that’s a lot sorry)

Warnings: A LOT of dialogue in this, sorry. Other than that none. Oh and kissing.

A/N: I’m sorry that it sucks, I feel like this series has just dragged on now. idk

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Sirius, Remus and Peter watched as James trudged back to their spot on the couch in the Gryffindor common room after another unsuccessful attempt at wooing Lily, now sporting a very vibrant shade of orange hair instead of his usual raven mess. He flopped down on the couch and let his head fall back.

“What’d you do this time?” Remus asked from his spot next to Peter in front of the fireplace on the floor, sitting cross legged in an oversized sweater.

“I made a red head joke.” James mumbled.

“Again?” Peter asked, laughing as he moved to lay on his stomach, propping his head up on his hands.

“Come on, mate, you know she hates that. It’s as if you want her to hate you.” Sirius said, shaking his head.

“I know! It just comes out, I can’t help it!” James exclaimed exasperatedly.

“You can’t help being a wanker…?” Sirius asked amusedly, not quite understanding how his normally smooth talking friend could become so tongue tied.

“Sod off.” James said, nudging Sirius. “What did you even say?” Remus asked, looking to James’ almost neon orange hair.

“Something about having orange hair like a carrot.” He said then paused before mumbling the next part “Then she decided to show me what actual carrot orange hair would look like.” Peter and Sirius burst out laughing and Remus let out an amused grin.

“That’s some radioactive carrot you got there.” Peter said, making them all laugh again.

“Bunch of tossers.” James grumbled as he rested his head back on the couch and sighed despondently.

“Aw, cheer up prongs.” Sirius said, grabbing him and ruffling his already messy hair. “Just stop being such a twit and maybe she’ll consider having a conversation with you.” He joked.

“Get off!” James said, pushing Sirius away and running his fingers through his orange hair. “What would you know about it, pads, it’s not as if you’ve ever fancied anyone.” Sirius’ thoughts immediately snapped to you and he gave a nervous chuckle.

“Yeah…guess not.” He said. Remus narrowed his eyes at him and cocked his head. He was always the quickest to sense whenever something was wrong. The three of them had just assumed that Sirius never liked anyone due to his flirty habits and a lack of any romantic relationships. They had never thought that maybe he did have a love interest. Was that even possible?

“Padfoot…” Remus started cautiously. Sirius raised his eyebrows and looked at him, feigning innocence. “You’ve never fancied anyone, have you?”

“What? Of course not.” He answered, a little too quickly.

“Oh really?” James inquired. Sirius gave a tight lipped smile and nodded his head. “So there’s absolutely no one that you’d like to date?”

“No.” Sirius said, leaning further back on the couch, trying to look casual and not like he was hiding anything.

“Y’know, he has been acting a little strange lately.” Remus said to James, raising an eyebrow. Peter was still unsure of what was happening and was paying rapt attention to what James and Remus were saying, trying to piece it together.

“Yes, yes.” James agreed, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “He seems to be paying more attention to how he looks.”

“And, he’s always looking around whenever he goes anywhere.”

“As if he were looking for someone.”

“Indeed.”

“I feel like I need to give you two a pipe and a Sherlock Holmes hat.” Sirius said, unamused. James and Remus flashed him cheeky grins, quite enjoying themselves. “And I thought we were talking about James’ love life not mine.”

“The tables have turned, my friend.” James said. Suddenly Peter’s eyes widened as he finally solved the puzzle and let out a choked cough, earning a laugh from James and a pat on the back from Remus.

“Sirius fancies someone?” He practically shouted, drawing the attention of the whole common room. Sirius groaned and buried his head in his hands.

“That’s what we were figuring out, ya plonker.” James said, shaking his head, although his amused smile refused to disappear.

“Didn’t have to yell it, wormtail, we’re right here.” Remus said, wincing at the embarrassing situation.

“Now even if I don’t like anyone, everyone think will think I do.” Sirius said, sitting back up with a frustrated look.

“Even?” James asked. “So you might fancy someone?” Sirius groaned.

“Piss off, carrot hair.” Sirius said, standing up and stomping off to the dorms, rather grumpily as well, but not before hearing a victorious laugh from James.

———

It was 4:15 in the morning and Sirius was already in his school robes and ready to go. He grinned excitedly at the thought of seeing you again. All tiredness from being up at this ungodly hour being replaced by a joyful buzz. As the weeks flew by since you two had admitted your feelings for each other, his emotions only grew to the point where you were constantly on his mind.

In class; does Y/N think this is the boring too?

At night; is she asleep yet? Maybe she’s reading her book or maybe she likes to go to sleep early. I should ask her.

Sitting with his friends; I wonder who her friends are. Would she let me meet them?

Playing a prank; Y/N would scold me for doing this. I love it when she does that.

Sirius was never one to get lovey dovey and he hated couples who were constantly all over each other and who always wanted to be together. But perhaps now he was beginning to understand the urge. He’d never admit it but sometimes he couldn’t believe that someone as kind and funny and interesting as you could be attracted to him and the thought that you do brought a smile to his lips.

He grabbed the books he’d need for the day’s classes and started to creep down the stairs, keeping quiet so as not to wake anyone up. The dorms and common room were almost pitch black, proving difficult for him to manoeuvre around the place. Sirius had sacrificed many toes against furniture to get to you, something that he made a mental note of telling you about, hoping it’d make you laugh. He couldn’t use his wand to light his way yet as he didn’t want to wake anyone.

Suddenly the common room filled with light as someone cleared their throat unexpectedly, making Sirius jump and whirl around. There, still in their pyjamas, stood James and Remus, hair messy and faces smug.

“Merlin’s beard, what are you doing here?” Sirius said, his heart still beating fast from the shock and from being found sneaking out at such an early hour. He felt as if he had been caught doing something bad by his parents, which albeit they kind of were.

“We could ask you the same question, pads.” James said, raising a questioning eyebrow. Sirius’ mind rushed to find an excuse only to be distracted by James’ hair which was an even brighter shade of orange now. Sirius couldn’t help but think what you would’ve thought of it, you’d probably find it hilarious. The thought of your laugh and your smile made him even more anxious to get to you.

“I honestly can’t focus on anything you’re saying with your hair like that.” Sirius said, grinning amusedly. James gave him an unamused look.

“Stop trying to change the topic.” He said, pointing an accusing finger at Sirius, who was visibly struggling to contain his laughter.

“I talked to Lily and she said it would keep getting brighter for the next few days.” Remus said, making Sirius burst out with laughter that Remus joined in with. James took his glasses off to rub his eyes and sigh, as if he was a disappointed father trying to calm his naughty children.

“Remus, we came here to do something.” James said, desperate for a change of subject.

“I know, but it’s funny.” Remus said.

“Where are you going, Sirius?” James asked.

“For a little walk, I couldn’t sleep.” Sirius lied, hoping they’d believe it.

“Then why do you have your books and wearing your school robes?” Remus asked, raising an eyebrow. Sirius tucked his dark, shoulder length hair behind his ear as his mind rushed to find a believable lie.

“I didn’t know how long my walk would last?” Sirius said, hearing how fake that excuse sounded.

“Then you wouldn’t mind if we joined you?” James asked, making Sirius even more nervous.

“Wait, I didn’t agree to this.” Remus said, turning to James.

“Yeah, moony’s still tired. I can go alone, it’s fine.” Sirius said, quickly turning around and moving to the common room door.

“No no no, we’re coming.” James said. Sirius sighed, he didn’t know what he had expected, whenever James wanted to know something he’d find a way. He turned around and searched his mind for a reason why they couldn’t come.

“But you’re still in your pyjamas.” He said.

“If it’s just a walk, we’ll come back before classes and get changed.” Remus remarked.

“I thought you didn’t want to come.” Sirius said, frowning.

“The fact that you so desperately don’t want us to come, makes me want to come.” He said, shrugging.

“Why don’t you want us to come, pads?” James asked. Sirius pursed his lips as he debated whether to tell them or not.

“You’re not doing anything…illegal, are you?” Remus asked, narrowing his eyes at him. Sirius smirked at the thought that that was the first thing to come to his mind.

“Perhaps.” Sirius said, wanting to see Remus’ reaction.

“He’s not doing anything illegal, moony.” James said, sighing. “What are you doing, pads?” Sirius clenched his jaw. He could tell them, right? They were his friends after all and he knew he could trust them with anything. The thing was, he didn’t know if you’d be ok with him telling anyone. It was a time just for the two of you and before he came along it was just you, maybe you didn’t want anyone else to be there and to know. He was cornered, though, he had to tell them now. Sirius took a deep breath.

“I’m meeting someone.” Sirius said.

“A girl?” James and Remus asked in unison. Sirius looked between them with narrowed eyes.

“How much have you talked about this?” He asked, only to be answered with a shrug.

“We want to meet her.” James said. Sirius rubbed his forehead. He knew he’d have to introduce you to his friends some day if he ever wanted whatever you two had to grow but he was still nervous. He gave a defeated sigh.

“You’ll make a great first impression.” He grumbled. James hand flew to his hair and he gave a bashful chuckle.

“Maybe we should change out of our pyjamas?” Remus suggested. Sirius checked his watch and groaned, he was going to be late.

“No time.” He said and gestured for them to follow him. They both smiled eagerly as rushed after him.

———

Just as the three of them were about to round the corner into the courtyard, Sirius turned around and stopped them.

“Just - just be normal, ok?” He pleaded.

“Wow, you’re really nervous about this, aren’t you?” James asked amusedly.

“I swear to Merlin, James-“ Sirius started.

“We’ll try to be normal.” Remus interjected, placing a hand on Sirius’ shoulder. Sirius pursed his lips, nodded his head and continued walking. He saw you sitting in your normal spot under the tree, reading a book, a look of blissful calm on your face. He took a moment to admire you, your Y/E/C eyes glistening from the light of your wand, soft wisps of Y/H/C hair that had fallen from your messy ponytail swaying in the breeze.

“She’s a Hufflepuff.” James stated, a little shocked. Sirius bit his lip to stop from retorting.

“Hey, Huffles.” Sirius said tentatively. He watched as a smile grew on your lips. You looked up, the smile falling from your face as you noticed James and Remus with him, nervousness growing on your face.

“Sirius?” You questioned, eyes flickering to James and Remus.

“Uh, these are my friends.” He said awkwardly, gesturing to James and Remus who both gave you a small wave. You rolled your eyes.

“Yes, I know who they are, it’s kind of hard to go to Hogwarts and not know who they are.” You said, making Sirius smile. At least you were still your smartass self. “But why are they here?”

“Hear that, moony? We’re popular.” James said, nudging Remus slightly who smiled and shook his head. You suddenly noticed that you were still sitting on the ground so you quickly stood up, book and wand still in hand.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” You said, back to being nervous again, as you placed your book down on a bench and tried fixing your messy hair. You had only thought you’d be seeing Sirius so you hadn’t bothered to try to look…well…tidy.

“Hey, Y/N.” Remus greeted.

“Can we call you Huffles too?” James asked, pushing his glasses up and grinning boyishly. You looked at Sirius pointedly.

“See what you’ve done?” You said, gesturing to James and making Sirius laugh.

“You can’t use that,” Sirius said to James, “that’s what I call Y/N, come up with your own nickname.” Sirius said. James crossed his arms and stuck his tongue out at him.

“Uhm, anyways, Sirius,” You started, bringing Sirius’ attention back to you. “what are they doing here?” You asked, then looked to James with a questioning look. “And why is James’ hair violently orange?” Sirius rubbed his nape nervously as he tried to formulate his response.

“Well, they caught me sneaking out and forced me to bring them along.” Sirius said, lowering his eyes. “Sorry.” Both James and Remus looked to each other in surprise. Neither of them had ever heard a non sarcastic apology come from him. You sighed and walked up to Sirius, sliding your hand into his. He looked back up to you and gave you one of his special sincere smiles that you so loved.

“It’s alright.” You said then paused. “And the hair thing?”

“James?” Sirius asked, smirking and looking to his orange haired friend.

“Uhhh…” James struggled, bringing his hands to his hair self consciously.

“Lily.” Remus answered for him, grinning in amusement. You hummed and nodded your head in understanding. Unbeknown to James, the whole school knew of his fruitless attempts at winning over Lily and the fact that he constantly made a fool of himself around her. James frowned in confusion and opened his mouth to ask.

“Prongs, the whole school knows that Lilly hates you.” Sirius said before James could say anything.

“She doesn’t hate me, she just doesn’t know she loves me yet.” James retorted, making you laugh.

“Maybe if you didn’t act like such a tosser around her, she’d like you.” You said.

“She has a point.” Remus said.

“I thought Hufflepuffs were supposed to be nice.” James grumbled.

“They are but they also have opinions.” You said. Sirius chuckled and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “So did you use your wands to get here or did James’ hair light the way?” You teased, making both Remus and Sirius burst out with laughter. You couldn’t help but grin as you felt like part of their group.

“It’s not that bad.” James argued.

“Have you looked in a mirror lately?” Sirius asked.

“Wait, I’m not meeting everyone. Where’s Peter?” You asked. Sirius looked to you and shrugged.

“We couldn’t wake him up.” Remus said. You slowly nodded your head. “So what do you do here this early in the morning?”

“Some good old fashioned snogging sessions?” James joked. You and Sirius looked away awkwardly, a blush rushing to your cheeks. The thing was that you two had not kissed yet. You weren’t sure why, it wasn’t that you didn’t want to. It just never… happened. You were too shy to make the first move and Sirius didn’t seem to want to either, making you very self conscious. Sirius Black, the boy known for snogging hundreds of girls, didn’t want to kiss you. Remus picked up on the sudden awkwardness and decided to change the topic.

“Uh, we should go now, right James?” He said, raising his eyebrows at him.

“What, why-?” James began.

“Because we still have to get ready for classes.” Remus said exasperatedly.

“But-“ James started but was interrupted as Remus dragged him away, giving you a goodbye and a wave as they left. You slowly broke away from Sirius, keeping your eyes away as you gave an awkward laugh. Sirius cleared his throat nervously.

“Sorry about that. I promise not to bring them here again, they were just curious.” He said. You gave him a small smile.

“It’s ok, it was fun to meet them.” You said quietly, making Sirius frown.

“Now, it’s my turn to meet your friends.” He said, smirking. You groaned inwardly at the thought of Sirius meeting Dovie and Annabelle, you just knew they’d make utter fools of themselves, embarrassing you to no end. But you still loved them, despite their kookyness.

“That should be fun.” You said sarcastically, then grew quiet as you focused your eyes on the ground. You were still thinking about the kiss and was feeling a little gloomy.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” He asked, stepping closer to you.

“Oh, uhm, nothing.” You said. You suddenly felt Sirius’ fingers lifting your chin, making you look up at him. You gazed into his dark, curious eyes as he gently tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear. Sirius was pretty sure what was bugging you, knowing you so well already.

“You’re amazing, you know.” He whispered. He felt his heart swell as you giggled bashfully. “And beautiful.”

“You too.” You said before you could stop the words from escaping your mouth. Your eyes widened in horror and embarrassment as you stuttered and tried to take the words back. Sirius chuckled and rested his forehead on yours.

“I know I am.” He said. You rolled your eyes at the arrogant boy you loved.

“I love you.” You whispered. He smiled widely and closed his eyes.

“I love you too.” He said. You sighed contentedly, closing your eyes too and enjoying the feeling of your breath mingling together. Suddenly you felt Sirius lean in closer and your breath hitched in your throat nervously. Was he going to kiss you? Was he finally going to kiss you? Was it going to be as wonderful as you’d hoped?

And then he kissed you and it was like nothing you could have imagined. His lips were soft and he was being surprisingly gentle as his hand slipped to your waist and he pulled you closer against him. Your mind switched off as your wildly beating heart took over. Sirius swore that this was the best kiss he had ever had, and that was saying a lot. His whole being shattered as you moved your lips against his and he groaned as you dropped your lit wand to wrap your hands around his neck and tangled your fingers in his hair. You broke away reluctantly for breath and Sirius groaned in protest, making you laugh joyfully.

You were both silent for a while, enjoying the feeling of each other before Sirius smirked cheekily and said: “I’m a great kisser aren’t I?” You groaned and shook your head at him. “Oh and all of Gryffindor might know that I fancy you.”

“Wait, what?’

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Well…that is a thing…that is now on the internet forever. Sorry that it’s kinda crappy. Writer’s block is a horrid thing. Constructive criticism is always welcome.

K LOVE YOU BYE

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The Year Before Tomorrow

Chapter Five-Year I- Echo, Love

On Monday, October twenty-seventh, a small family made up of Muggleborns was found dead. Hermione felt an exhausted sigh bubble up in her chest. Two Muggleborn parents and their eight-year old daughter were killed in their living room with the Dark Mark floating over their house. Eight years old, and still filth.

Hermione wasn't the only one affected, either. Lily was fairly subdued that day, and most of the other Muggleborns as well. With the rest of the students it really depended on the individual.

"It's begun, hasn't it?" said Lily at breakfast that morning. "They haven't caught him over the summer. He's still here. He's not going to go away, is he?"

The time-traveler looked down at her plate and said nothing, gritting her teeth against the words she wanted to say.

None of the teachers commented on their somber students, which Hermione was grateful for. "Business as usual" would probably be the best thing to do.

"Miss Granger," called Professor McGonagall. "Would you please demonstrate the wand motions and incantation necessary to change a tortoise into a hat, without using your wand?"

Hermione complied absentmindedly, earning herself ten points for Gryffindor. Lily reached under the desk and squeezed her hand. The bushy-haired girl squeezed back.

Lunch came and went, and Hermione was happy to find the volume level back to normal. Things like this would happen all the time, and it wouldn't do to get hung up on each. At the same time, Hermione felt herself wincing internally at their willingness to move on so quickly.

Hermione found Lily in the library later that day. "You're planning something," she observed.

The redhead nodded without hesitation. "I've been thinking. Perhaps Potter can have a chance. If the war's on... we don't have 'all the time in the world', do we? And it would just be a date, not getting engaged. No commitment, right?"

Hermione nodded, doing her best not to seem too enthusiastic. It was about damn time! "When?"

Lily's only response was a thoughtful shrug. Hermione joined her and they both began studying, although fundamentally different subject matter.

*|II8II|*

Lily was a very bold girl.

Hermione smiled at the tiny blush on Lily's face as Lily daintily speared her pasta with her fork. The brunette wondered vaguely how Lily could be so graceful about it, seeing as she was hardly looking at where it was going. She was far too busy trying to be sneaky about staring at James Potter.

Was today the day?

Dinner ended soon after, and no one was in a huge rush to get back to their common rooms. Lily strode up to the Marauders and tapped on James's shoulder. "Excuse me, may I have a word?"

Anyone with eyes could see the shock and excitement that were at war on the boy's face. He nodded eagerly and glanced at the others. Sirius was grinning.

Would you like to go with me to Hogsmeade this weekend? Hermione didn't have to be within earshot to understand the phrase that Lily had rehearsed over and over.

James said yes immediately, as Hermione had expected. She felt almost as if she should applaud.

It seemed that she'd drifted over to the other three Marauders, but she didn't notice until Remus said, "Well, I wasn't expecting things to go quite that way." Sirius laughed at Hermione's startled jump. She normally would have glared, but she didn't really feel like it. Everyone was in an exceptional mood.

Lily practically dragged Hermione away, boldness evidently drained for the moment.

"Merlin, that was- that was scary, and exciting, and- wow! I'm going on a date with James Potter! Can you believe it?" Lily was beyond happiness, and into the giddiness that only such a situation could warrant.

"You and I both knew he would say yes, Lil." Hermione couldn't fight down her grin, either.

"Yeah," said Lily. "Still, it's not normal for the girl to ask the boy out." Hermione felt a twinge of irritation. She'd forgotten the mindset of the seventies when it came to gender roles. "All the better! It's a welcome change."

*|II8II|*

The date evidently went well, judging by Lily's rosier-than-normal face. Her eyes were positively shining, and she couldn't seem to stop giggling.

"What did you think?" Hermione asked, patting the space next to her on the bed.

Lily's grin grew. "It was wonderful! James was a perfect gentleman, but not so much that he was overbearing. He didn't take me straight to Zonko's like I expected, he asked me where I wanted to go and actually seemed happy to follow me around a bookstore for two hours! Can you believe it? I mean, I know I asked him and everything, but I kind of expected it to be a flop."

Hermione smiled back, rubbing Lily's hair until it was messy and static-y. Instead of yelping and rushing to fix it like Hermione anticipated, Lily just laughed and mussed her hair right back. Hermione scowled. She deserved that.

"I think it's about time for dinner, Hermione," declared Lily after glancing at her watch.

Dinner itself went without a hitch. Lily couldn't stop touching or looking at James, and James just seemed completely thrilled at Lily's hard-won attentions. Hermione doubted that very much food actually got to their mouths, as their plates were both nearly full when dinner ended.

Sirius was still confused about James and Hermione getting along, and now Lily had finally agreed to date James. Hermione could read all of his emotions on his face: bemusement, smugness, and concern. She smirked and patted his shoulder sympathetically. He swatted at her hand vaguely, scowling at her.

Dinner was over soon after, and the group picked up their bags and made to leave. They were halfway out the doors when Hermione spotted Severus Snape approaching.

Oh, no, she thought, horrified. This would not turn out well at all.

"What do you want, Snape?" Lily asked coldly as the boy stopped in front of them.

"How could you, Lily? After six years of abhorring Potter, you date him? What about all he's done to you? To me?" Severus Snape was well and truly furious. Hermione knew that he loved the woman he was yelling at, and so did Lily, so Lily shouted back. No one seemed to care that they were in no way somewhere private. The six of them were drawing a crowd.

"We aren't friends! You have absolutely no right to say anything about us, not after what you called me! If I date James, it's my own damn business! Keep your nose out of it!" Lily was worse. Her eyes snapped with rage, and Hermione wanted to smack some sense into her. Not enough to actually do it, apparently, because she remained shifting her weight awkwardly.

"Snivellus, I suggest you find your snake pit and slither back in."

Lily shushed her boyfriend, but Sirius found his way into the screaming match.

It was almost too loud to hear what they were shouting.

Hermione, Remus, and Peter exchanged glances. This whole thing- it wasn't their battle to fight. Yet, they couldn't leave, because the three angry teens would turn on them later if they did.

This went on. Lily ended up in tears, James was obviously a hair away from punching the boy, and Sirius's face was purple.

Severus walked away quickly, and Hermione could have sworn he was also about to cry.

She felt sorry for him, but not enough to abandon Lily.

"Come on, then," said Remus after a moment.

Lily sniffed, wiping at her cheeks and attempting a smile. "Yeah," she agreed. "There's homework to do before tomorrow."

Hermione and Peter followed the rushing quartet at a more sedate pace. Hermione glared over her shoulder at the crowd. "Get a move on, would you?" she growled, and the hallway cleared.

Entering the common room some minutes later, Hermione saw the Marauders, but no Lily. Sirius noticed her roving eyes and jabbed his thumb in the direction of the girls' dorm. She smiled politely to thank him and raced up the stairs.

Lily was sitting on Hermione's bed, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. She greeted her friend with a watery smile and a shrug. "I knew that would happen," she said.

Hermione wrapped her arms around the crying girl. "It still should have happened differently. It'll be fine, Lily." When that didn't cheer her up, Hermione decided to try a different tactic. "So you and James are dating now, huh?" She grinned slyly down at Lily.

The redhead was startled into laughter. "Oh," she said, calming down. "Yeah. We decided at dinner."

Hermione pulled her into another hug. She was relieved that her work hadn't been for nothing.

Later that night, after homework was finished and the lights were out, Hermione could hear Lily's muffled sobs. She pretended to be asleep when Lily got up early the next morning to clean up before anyone saw her face. Lily hadn't slept any more than Hermione had, and she was pretending not to hurt. Hermione knew better, and she frowned into her pillow. When Lily came to wake Hermione up, Hermione smiled at her friend. "Are you okay?" she asked as if she didn't know the answer.

"Not really," Lily answered honestly. "But I'll get over myself." She busied herself at the vanity, puttering over lotions and cosmetics before applying nothing, as usual.

"What are your plans for the holidays?" Hermione changed the subject, stretching languidly once on her feet.

Lily's lips turned up. "Going home," she said. "It'll be good to see my Mum and Dad, and even Tuney. Maybe she'll be happier now that she's going out with that Dursley boy."

Hermione agreed, thinking on her own arrangements. She would be staying in Aberforth's pub again. A contented smile spread over her face at the thought. When Lily asked her, however, Hermione lied and said that she would be staying with her parents. No one here knew how alone she was, fortunately. Except for Dumbledore, of course.

"Do you like them?" Lily asked curiously.

Hermione started, not expecting her friend to ask for details. "They're wonderful, especially since I'm never around. They don't have enough time with me to become frustrated, which does wonders for our relationship."

Lily giggled. "It's the same with mine, actually. Distance hasn't exactly made my sister fonder of me, though."

"Oh." Hermione remembered very well the personality of Petunia Dursley. She wasn't sure that the woman could feel any fondness for anyone who wasn't completely, totally mundane. Like herself.

Potions that day was full of tension. Lily was determinedly not looking even in the direction of Severus Snape. The boy himself was focused on his cauldron with a carefully blank expression.

Hermione frowned. This wouldn't do at all.

Perhaps the only upside to the situation was that Lily and James had gotten closer faster. Lily hesitantly pulled him aside on the way back from dinner and gave him a kiss.

Hermione thought it was sweet. Normally she would feel at least the tiniest bit of disapproval, but James was Harry's father. She couldn't possibly want them to not get together.

She couldn't help but be slightly annoyed at finding Lily and James snogging in the corner of the common room whenever she came back from the library. Thank Merlin Madame Pince didn't allow displays of affection in the library.

*|II8II|*

The search for the properties of the stone wasn't going well. No matter how many books Hermione stayed up until dawn reading she couldn't find even a mention of the thing. Even just the name of it would be helpful.

The stone was safely wrapped in exactly eighteen pairs of socks. For a reason unknown even to herself, Hermione was terrified of her roommates seeing the stone. What if they discovered its powers and she wasn't there? What if they asked where she'd gotten it?

In any case, Hermione figured the best place for it was inside her locked and warded trunk.

Hermione was locked inside the bathroom well after the rest of the Gryffindors left on the Hogwarts Express, examining the stone as best she could under the bright light. There was nothing new. She didn't know what she'd expected.

She sat cross-legged on the cold floor, cradling the stone in her lap. One hand ran over the surface, when she found an irregularity that hadn't been there before.

"Hmm?" she said aloud, holding it up to the light. She hadn't imagined it! There was a crack, spanning over half the thing. Before Hermione's thrilled eyes, several more appeared. There was a clicking sound from inside.

How foolish of her, to just assume that it was a stone! It was so obvious now that it was an egg, and she couldn't wait to see what hatched from it.

Then it occurred to her that not everything was harmless. Basilisks, for example, turned their mothers to stone immediately upon hatching.

As much as Hermione didn't want to, she backed away from the egg and placed protective wards around herself, feeling what little magic she'd regained drain away. She found a handheld mirror and angled it just so. If she did accidentally catch sight of the thing's eyes, she wouldn't die.

The first thing she saw was the head, pretty and damp. It was the color of fire, but Hermione could see shades of purple in there, too. The creature's beak was deadly-looking, but it was obviously not a basilisk. Hermione dropped the mirror.

"Hey," she crooned, realizing it was a bird of some sort. There was something incredibly familiar about it, she thought as the beautiful baby shook itself free from its shell.

Hadn't Fawkes looked much like this when he was reborn?

Oh.

Hermione canceled the wards and the baby phoenix waddled towards her. Its feet were purple and silver, just like Fawkes's had been. It rubbed its head against the bare skin of Hermione's leg. She smiled fondly down at the creature.

"Do you have a name?" she asked, and the phoenix jumped slightly. "No, I suppose not. I don't know much about new phoenixes, though, as Fawkes was very much grown up by the time I knew him. What do you eat, anyway? I'll bet you're very hungry, my love. We'll see what we can do, won't we? To the library!"

She scooped up the phoenix and placed it on her shoulder. It grasped her hair tightly in it's talons, and Hermione felt a moment of worry. Her shoulder probably wasn't a very secure perch. Sweeping out into the dorm room, Hermione grabbed several pieces of cloth and wrapped them into a makeshift pouch, lamenting her lack of magic.

"Is this okay?" she asked the phoenix, showing it the pouch. There was a small chirp in response, which Hermione took as a yes.

Once the phoenix was situated and hidden in the folds of her robes, Hermione made her way down to the library, intent on searching for information on phoenixes. However, it quickly occurred to her that it would be much more efficient to go to Harry's and look there. After all, as smug and obnoxious as Keane was, he had obviously known what the "stone" was. He would be able to point her towards the most helpful books.

"We're going to go see Keane, okay?" she told the phoenix. Hermione really needed to find a name for it. And find out its gender.

The pair successfully maneuvered through the streets of Hogsmeade without the phoenix being spotted. Keane greeted Hermione immediately upon their entrance, and Hermione beamed at him.

"A phoenix egg," she breathed, and showed him the pouch and its occupant.

"May I see?" asked Keane, and Hermione looked to the phoenix for permission. It didn't seem to have any problems with the man handling it. After several moments of scrutiny, Keane announced, "A female. She's a female."

Hermione took back her phoenix and settled her back in the pouch.

Keane took her into the second room, and Hermione was surprised to find that the books had changed. Instead of the rather broad topic of "Light magic", now the room was filled wall to wall with books on phoenixes.

"Thank you," said Hermione. Her phoenix trilled.

Hours of research later, Hermione felt that she knew everything she could possibly want to about phoenixes, the most important of which were eating habits. Phoenixes evidently did not kill even to eat, and lived on dew. Judging from her own phoenix's lack of grumpiness, they didn't get hungry very often.

"Well," she told her phoenix, "I guess all I need to do is take you outside in the morning. You think?"

That night, settled once more in Aberforth's pub, a name occurred to Hermione. "Echo," she called quietly, and the phoenix's head popped up. "So mote it be."

*|II8II|*

The first morning of Christmas break came with a small struggle between Hermione and her new companion. Echo had spent the night curled up on the pillow by Hermione's head, and was reluctant to be left behind when Hermione went downstairs to get back to work at the bar.

"I can't let the others see you," Hermione explained. "You haven't grown enough yet to defend yourself, and I don't want you to be stolen."

Echo gave an indignant squawk as Hermione tried once more to open the door.

Hermione sighed. "Please?"

The phoenix snorted.

"Oh, fine!" Hermione scooped up the creature and placed her in the hood of Hermione's jacket, hiding Echo in her voluminous hair. "Just try to be quiet, all right? I haven't told Aberforth about you yet, and I don't want to have to do that in the middle of washing dishes. Capische?"

Echo crooned and settled into the hood, evidently satisfied with those conditions.

The time-traveler smiled fondly over her shoulder at her before going downstairs to earn her keep.

"'Morning," said Aberforth. Hermione mumbled something similar and set about washing the dishes that Abe couldn't be chuffed to do. It would be a while before customers came in, so she could do as she pleased until then. Once her morning chores were finished, of course.

Hermione could not, however, leave the Hog's Head. With Echo so unwilling to be left behind, Hermione couldn't risk some ruffian deciding he wanted the pretty bird. Echo was a hatchling, and Hermione couldn't defend either of them, as her magic was so woefully nonexistent.

The pair contented themselves with staying in their room and reading, Hermione wondering if she could possibly teach Echo to decipher the letters and form them into words. Phoenixes were intelligent creatures, there was no doubting that, but were they coachable?

It was a worthy use of her afternoon, in either case. "Echo?" Hermione called softly, watching as her phoenix stretched her neck towards the witch. "Do you see these? These are called books, and they hold knowledge. These little squiggles are called letters, and they make up words. Do you want to learn?"

She didn't know what she was expecting. After all, human babies weren't taught to read until they were several years old. Echo had been born the day before. Even if phoenixes were intelligent, one simply could not expect any day-old creature to do much in the way of learning anything.

Still, Hermione was disappointed when Echo simply rubbed her head against her arm, showing no signs of even comprehending her words.

Hermione fell back down the well of thought, open tome forgotten.

Had she ever loved anything so quickly and unconditionally as she loved Echo? She hardly thought so. Crookshanks had been an immediate infatuation, but certainly not love. That had grown with time. Harry and Ron were definitely a very long process. If she had a younger sibling or a child, Hermione supposed that the feeling would be quite similar.

Casting a quick Tempus, Hermione realized that it was time to head back to work. She replaced Echo in her hood without any prompting, and the phoenix gave a low, satisfied trill. It seemed Hermione was trainable after all.

"Stay quiet back there, all right?" Hermione reminded Echo.

Hermione was greeted with the grins of some of her early regulars. She'd forgotten how much she liked it here.

The night went well, perhaps louder than she remembered, but overall pretty great. They made a good profit, with Hermione even being tipped. She was in a better mood than she'd been in since going to Hogwarts.

That is, until Sirius Black stepped in.

He made a beeline for the counter as soon as he spotted Hermione. "What are you doing here?" he asked stupidly, eyes skating down her figure as if to make sure it was really her.

"Just washing glasses for kicks," Hermione shot back. "What did you think? I work here." And live here, but that's beside the point.

Aberforth appeared to her left. "What can I get you?" he asked curtly. Hermione flashed him a smile.

Sirius considered for a moment before replying, "Just a butterbeer, thanks."

Hermione turned abruptly and took a bottle from the shelf, popping out the cork and pouring some into a glass. She set the beverage in front of her irritating classmate without a word.

"Hey, thanks," he said, as if it were a favor she'd done him.

"Mm," replied she. Hermione realized that she was probably being a git, but it felt good. She didn't even know why she was so aggravated with him, or why her mood had completely flipped as soon as Sirius had walked in.

Echo's feet scrabbled slightly at the back of her neck, and Hermione jumped. They were both getting agitated, and the last thing she wanted to do was expose Echo so soon.

"What's wrong?" asked Sirius, noticing her brief expression of panic.

"Nothing," said Hermione with a bright smile. "Just forgot something."

Sirius continued to stare at her suspiciously until Hermione resumed wiping the glasses. Then, taking a few large swallows of his butterbeer, he said, "What's that in your hood?"

Hermione froze, looking at him sharply. "Nothing. What would possibly be in my hood?" She winced internally as soon as the words left her lips. Engaging Sirius's curiosity was exactly the wrong thing to do.

He, predictably, reached over the counter and tried to catch the back of her jacket. Hermione leaped backwards, knowing at the same time that there was very little that could get her out of this situation without causing a scene.

"No, let me see," Sirius said, eyebrow furrowed. "There's something in there."

"You know what? Why don't I just go check in the the loo?" she said, already moving away from him.

Once safely locked inside the loo, Hermione set Echo on the edge of the sink. "That's why I didn't want to take you," she groused, crossing her arms at the phoenix. "I guess there was no way of knowing that Sirius would show up, though. And it's entirely my fault, anyway, so don't listen to me." Hermione bit her lip. "How are we supposed to sneak back up to our room?"

Echo responded with an unhelpful chirp.

Hermione sighed, squatting on her heels and leaning against the wall, prepared to think. "He's wondering why I'm taking so long," she predicted. "Should I just hide you somewhere else? I don't see a way I could sneak past everyone and go to our room, and I don't want Sirius to know I live here. He would... I don't know, do something very Sirius-y. I'd like to avoid that if at all possible."

The hatchling phoenix tilted its head, looking her in the eye.

"That's the best solution, then," Hermione decided. She spent several moments searching her clothing for possible hiding places before finding pockets on the inside of her jacket. "Is this all right? It'll be hot in there."

Echo didn't seem to care one way or the other, so Hermione transferred her to the pocket immediately, not wanting to spend too long away from the bar.

"What did you find?" asked Sirius as soon as she was back behind the counter.

"Nothing, like I said," Hermione said nonchalantly, passing a bottle of firewhiskey to another patron. The woman returned her friendly smile with a strained look in her eyes before popping the top off and chugging straight from the bottle. The woman swayed slightly, and Hermione slid to her side and guided her to a stool. "You all right?" she asked, genuinely concerned.

The woman put her head down on her arms, firewhiskey forgotten. Hermione smoothly pushed the bottle further back from the edge so that it would be less likely to fall to the ground and shatter.

Hermione stood there for a moment, rubbing the woman's back in soothing circles. She'd worked at the Hog's Head long enough to know when someone had had a horrid day.

Sirius clinked his glass slightly against the tabletop, reminding Hermione of his presence. "Wait," she mouthed. Then, to the woman she said, "Hey, do you want to talk about it?" She noticed out of the corner of her eye Sirius finishing his drink and then leaving, tossing a few galleons onto the counter.

She loved working here, she thought, listening to the woman's life story. If only her classmates would just go somewhere else.

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riding the storm (02) | stiles stilinski

word count; 4378

summary; after realising that he isn’t as alon as he though, stiles has a plan to come up with.

notes; I fixed the angst. you know how i hate unhappy endings.

warnings; none.

“Excuse me, ma’am, I was wondering if I can ask you a question.” A man shook me from my thoughts, a voice I recognised and the ball almost missed my hand as I jumped. I looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed as I glanced over him. I knew who this was, but I couldn't quite place it. He felt like someone I hadn't seen for a long time and I thought back, the remembrance suddenly hitting me.

“Since when was Peter Hale ever one for formalities?” I finally voiced, smirk tugging at the sides of my lips as he seemed relieved, dropping into a crouch beside me, the smell of dirt and the wearing scent of whatever cologne he had been wearing filling my lungs.

“So you remember me? Good, I can drop the act. Look at this picture and tell me who you see.” He instructed, the mannerisms, attitude and tone he returned to would've sparked immediate recognition in me, had it not been for the false and polite cover he had donned. He held out a crumpled piece of paper, his fingers holding the end and I lifted my own slightly trembling hand to receive it.

Letting my eyes roam over it, the gut wrenching feeling I'd had making me shake on the first place was confirmed as my breath hitched in my throat, lungs closing up and eyes watering. My cocky façade dropped and I glanced up at him.

“T-That’s me.. and Stiles. Where the hell did you get this?” I stuttered, pulling my own picture from my wallet, to see myself with my arms seemingly wrapped around nothing smile wide and eyes gleaming. “He was erased from mine, so how do you have this with us both in?” I questioned, tone rising and I was panicking.

“He got it from me.” A voice snapped my attention and I looked up as he rounded the corner, scratching the back of his neck and looking at the ground. His lanky figure was one I'd never forget, the messy brown hair that looked like he'd run his hands through it a hundred times. His skin pale and dotted in dark moles, brown eyes twinkling. “Hey, baby..”

“S-Stiles?” I whispered, not trusting my voice and he nodded, a tiny smile lighting his sad features and I bound forwards, wrapping my arms tightly around him and relishing in the familiar warmth that enveloped me. The way I fit into his arms perfectly, his head resting on top of mine as I breathed in his familiar smell, settled into his breathing pattern and held him tightly.

His arms wrapped tightly around me, holding me close and his breathing was shaking, matching my own and he continued to squeeze me tighter, as I was to him. My legs gave out beneath me and we crumpled to the floor, still holding to one another tightly.

“I don't mean to interrupt your.. ‘cute’ moment, but I just wanted to say I told you so. And you're welcome.” A voice teased, and at this moment with the joy flooding through my system I couldn't find it in me to be angry at him. I chuckled, Stiles huffing out his own version of the laugh as we sat up, his body curling around me.

Peter had wandered off, taking a seat on the bench he must've come from and my fingers ran over the pictures again, looking at the picture of me and Stiles together still. We moved into a corner, his forehead leaning against my shoulder and I was sat across his lap. My own picture was back in my wallet and I was absorbing every detail of Stiles’.

“Why didn't I get removed from yours when I was taken?” I question after a while, nudging him and he jumped, head listing from shoulder and arms tightening around my waist.

“You were taken after me, remember?” He smiled, nuzzling his nose into my cheek and I nodded.

“Stiles! Stiles, I can't find Liam. I can't let him be taken. I know how annoying he is, he's a little shit but I love him like a brother. He can't be taken Stiles! I-I don't know what I’d-”

“Baby, I need you to calm down. We're gonna find him, okay? I promise you. I promise you that Liam will be okay.” Stiles shushed, hands gripping the sides of my face as he stroked tears from under my eyes away with his thumbs.

“What if he's not? Please don't let them take him, Stiles.” I cried and he pulled me to him, holding me close against him as his arms wrapped around me, hands stroking up and down along my back as he whispered reassurances in my ear. My hands came away from where they were balled in his shirt gently as my sobs receded and I nodded against him.

“I'm gonna go and get him, you know that's as much as I'd like to chloroform the little bastard and throw him in the lake, you love him for some reason and that means I gotta look after him.” He teased and I chuckled, reaching up and pressing my lips to his, feeling him respond immediately. His lips moved against mine and he sighed gently, expelled air brushing across my face gently. My hands cupped his face as I tilted my nose to the other side of his, deepening the kiss slightly.

His hands were still holding my cheeks, fingers tucked under my ears and for a moment we had blocked out the trouble of the world, we'd blocked out the situation at hand, we'd blocked out everything. When he pulled away, he gave me a wink, heading off down the corridor and leaving me standing there, anxious and unsure of what I could possibly do.

I had no idea what I was to expect, seeing Lydia stumbling through the doors, mumbling to herself as she came and I rushed up to her, the wide smile soon being wiped from my face as I took her trembling form in my arms, everyone else gathering around.

“It wasn't Liam. It was Stiles.” She whispered to me, knowing I was the only one left who remembered him and I remember feeling my own heart break. I was too shocked to even cry, but in that moment Scott had claimed that whatever Lydia said had such an impact on me he'd heard my heart break. Of course that was physically impossible but I could only imagine the smell of my emotions that he'd picked up on.

“Yeah, I remember. I remember being the only one who remembered you and thinking I was insane. I drew so many pictures, painted and sketched everything I could relate to you in hopes of not forgetting, and I never did. It's why I had them take me.” I sighed, leaning back against him, but he bolted upright, looking down at me.

“Who have you been doodling so much, I swear I see you drawing the same person each lesson.” Lydia sighed, peeking over the edge of my book.

“Y-You don't remember?”

“Remember what?” Her eyebrows furrowed and I felt as though the world was already spinning. “Are you okay? You look a little sick.” She muttered, pressing her hand against my forehead and feeling for a temperature.

“Lydia, please tell me you're joking.” I spoke, rather loudly but I didn't care, hands gripping her shoulders and she looked rather unnerved. “Oh god, oh god, I have to go.” I swallowed, feeling the oncoming panic attack rising and knowing I had nobody who could help me now that Stiles was gone.

“Wait, let me-” I slammed the door, running from the classroom and making my way along the corridor as tears filled my eyes. The bathroom was too easy of a place to go, a teacher would come and find me. I pushed the doors open, staggering into the fresh air and moving around the barely used back car park.

I'd stumbled out, finding the only thing left of Stiles. His jeep. Still parked there, dirt coated on the bottom from where he had driven the back lanes and duct tape peeking out from under the bonnet. Here was Roscoe in all his glory and comfort. Sitting on the grass verge, I leaned against the back of the dirty jeep, tears streaming down my face. That was when I decided that no matter what, I needed to be taken too.

When the opportunity had finally rolled around, I was on my feet and sprinting onto that lacrosse field with Liam and Scott in seconds, although of course neither knew of my plan. As it turned out, another girl had that same intention, planning to find her twin and despite the screaming, the pain shooting through me as the bullet hit me and I was taken, the only thing I had was hope.

“Y-You got yourself purposely taken? Why?!” He near shouted, quieting as he was shushed. “I'm going crazy out here, no where to go, trapped with most people who are entirely comatose. Why'd you do that to yourself, baby?” His fingers ran gently along my cheekbone.

“Because I’d rather be crazy here with you than crazy on my own.” I smiled and he chuckled at the phrase, leaning down to press his lips to mine and I smiled. It had been so long since I'd last felt his lips on mine and it felt like the first time all over again as he hummed, tongue pushing through my lips to find mine, tracing my mouth and pressing further into the kiss.

“I missed you so much.” He whispered against my lips, for only me to hear and I pressed my lips back to his, hand threading around the back of his head and one of his hands found the back of my neck in return, the other squeezing my knee and running along my calf.

I pulled back for air, Stiles shifting to lie next to me in the small corner, the light above us continuing to flicker erratically. The concrete was cold beneath my back and rough. It was uncomfortable and as I curled into Stiles’ side I realised as long as I was with him I was home, I didn't care who else remembered me as long as he did. “I missed you t-”

“The doors.” Stiles cut me off, sitting up as my head hit the ground and I cursed, rubbing it as he apologised, but jumping to his feet and skidding over to Peter, frantically explaining it to him, he was soon across the room with Peter, inspecting a set of chained doors carefully and I brushed myself down, making my way over slowly.

“Thanks for helping me up after dropping me on the floor. What are you doing?” I huffed and the boy merely glanced at me, Peter shrugging and giving me a look while sighing over-dramatically.

“Little help, please?” He sounded exasperated and Peter hopped from where he was sat, snapping the chains with an air of boasting around him and I rolled my eyes at them both.

“Okay.” Swinging the doors open, Stiles stepped through, disappearing into the darkness and I watched after him, spinning around as another set of doors opened behind us, Stiles appearing through them, a confused look on his face and I wanted to laugh at the stereotypical practicality of it. He ran past me, muttering to himself before doing it again, running through the doors in a loop as if one time it was going to change.

“No, no, no, keep going.” Peter jeered on his third trip through the doors.

“I don't see you comin' up with anything.” He retorted, Peter opening his both to make some form of snappy remark and I put my hand up.

“Guys. Left shoulder, against the pillar. Don't look. I said don't look!” I hissed, slapping them both on the arms when they leaned either side of me to stare at him directly. “He's watching us.”

“Yeah, so?”

“So.. every person in this station is either comatose or catatonic. He seems very interested in keeping an eye on us.” Peter caught on and I nodded, Stiles thinking it over.

“Hey! Oh, my god!” Stiles shouted, scaring the boy as he ducked away. “Why are you watching us?” We cornered him in and he looked between us all, knowing he had nowhere to go and no chance of escape. He sighed, leaning back against the pillar as we all looked at him.

“You tried the doors. Nobody ever tries the doors.” He chuckled, looking among us and I raised an eyebrow, sharing a dubious look with Stiles, which was then passed to Peter as I turned to him.

“Sounds like you have.”

“The ones that I could open. I've tried everything else.”

“Not everything. You're still here.” Stiles grumbled, his urgency to get out of here showing and I laced my fingers with his, squeezing reassuringly as he looked down at me, pulling me even closer to him and placing a kiss gently against the hair on my temple.

“Seems like you got some kind of a plan. So why don't you tell us about it?”

“I can tell you. Doesn't mean you can do it.” He assured cockily and I rolled my eyes, completely and utterly done with the testosterone battle going on in this place right now.

“Oh, we, we can do it. He can, he can do it. And probably her too.” He pointed between me and Peter, Peter’s arms crossed over his body as his eyes squinted, listening intently.

“Well, it's right in front of your face. You didn't see it, did you?” I opened my mouth to reply, but I was cut off by a wave of his arm. “Then why'd you waste so much time running through the doors? I'll tell you why. Because it's all part of the illusion. You're afraid. And they want you to be afraid.”

“I'm not afraid.” The werewolf pride showing through and I nodded in acknowledgement.

“Then just walk through it.” I looked at the dark tunnel, fear seeping into me at the mere sight of it and we slowly made our way over, nobody in a particular hurry to reach the extremely ominous looking pathway, no end in sight, except for the three archways a while down that flooded a small and shallow amount of light into the dark cavity.

While the boys argued over who was going in first, I breathed deeply, taking three shorter breaths before giving myself a pep-talk, not having been this scared since the time we broke Lydia out of Eichen.

“Look, all you have to do is wear this uniform, walk in with this badge that I have from the whole.. possession period.. and go through. It should still work, because technically it was never deactivated. All we need you to do is get in and photograph everything.” Stiles cleared up, using a pink highlighter to track my pathway on the path, which was almost every corridor.

“‘All I have to do’? It sounds like an awful lot to me and it sounds awfully risky.” I moaned, everyone around the table looking at me, pleading with me as they all had their own plans written out and although mine was the least dangerous, just walking around and taking pictures, I could only imagine what would happen if I got caught. “Fine. But if I die you can count on your dumb asses that I’ll haunt you for the rest of your lives.” I chuckled, pulling the mock-uniform and amended pass across the table, heading upstairs to change. I was just pulling my hair up into a tight ponytail, the clothes already itching my skin when the door clicked open, Stiles stepping through.

“Hey, how you feeling?”

“I'm nervous as hell, but I gotta save Lyd, right?” I smiled, subconsciously smoothing the non-existent wrinkles from the clothes. He stepped over, one arm around my waist and one cradling the back of my head, just holding me against him and placing a sweet kiss to my forehead.

We had all driven up but only I had been dropped off outside and it was now or never. Stepping up to the receiver, I pressed the button and a voice sounded telling me to place my badge under the scanner. I did as told, and the small identification light flashed from red to green, the large gates buzzing open and I pushed it, stepping onto the compound.

Taking that first step forwards into the darkness gave me the confidence I needed to take another, and another, already moving closer to the light pouring through the arches at the end, and now I could hear three sets of footsteps following me. We finally reached them and for a while I had thought we never would, just seeming to get smaller and further away.

Eventually I stepped through, disheartened to see it was just another platform, like the one we had come from and I threw my head back, cursing myself for being stupid enough for letting myself have hope. I picked up a stone from the floor, throwing it angrily across the space and hearing it smash some glass, clattering to the floor before coming to a halt.

“Hey, come on. Let’s look around?” Stiles suggested, arm around my waist and pulling me to his side but I could hear the same tone of dismay in his voice. While mulling over what to say next, the close but muffled sound of hooves clattering the floor and horses screeching angrily sounds, the padding getting closer and I dashed for the platform, jumping up and jumping through the window I’d smashed with the rock into what appeared to be a ticket booth, Stiles, the boy and Peter hiding behind pillars.

For a moment it went silent and I could hear my heart thundering in my ears, blood rushing to my brain as my breathing rate picked up. I couldn’t break down, not now. I did a breathing exercise, holding the sides of my head and prying the eyes I had squeezed shut open, Stiles’ brown ones across the room a few metres away meeting mine and begin to calm me as he nodded. I smiled back weakly, trying to think back to a happy time.

“That was.. Woah.” Stiles grinned after a while and I slapped his bare chest, but let my hand stay there, playing with the small hairs and drawing patterns as we lay in the lazy aftermath.

“Yeah, it was.” I leaned over the edge of the bed, pulling on his shirt and passing him his underwear and sweatpants, watching as he awkwardly wriggled them up his hips, too spent to actually stand up and do it. I rolled over, lying between his legs with my torso resting on his, faces centimetres apart. “Hey there.”

“H-Hi.” He returned shyly, and despite the fact he had now grown out his hair, he’d certainly gotten a good few centimetres taller and he was developing tones muscles from the more vigorous lacrosse practices and working out, that I saw the same old shy, dorky Stiles that I always knew. His fingers brushed hair that had matted to my forehead from my face and I smiled, leaning into his hand. “You know, if you’d told me four years ago that I was going to get to spend days like today just having lazy sex and eating pizza while watching Star Wars with the most beautiful girl in the world, I would’ve laughed at them and told them that was about as likely as Han Solo to ask to hear the odds, but here we are, huh?”

I shook my head, laughing at his insane reference and kissing the tip of his nose, fingers playing dot to dot with the colony of moles that stood out against his pale skin.

“If someone had told me three years ago that I was going to fall in love with a nerdy, spastic boy who says the most inappropriate things at all the wrong times but always ends up saving the day I would’ve shook my head. But here we are.” I agreed, placing my head and listening to his steady heartbeat in the hazy aftermath.

The noises were suddenly amplified and they seemed to appear from nowhere. They burst through, galloping along the tracks, disappearing into the darkness as we seemed to go unnoticed. Hopping out from the box, I brushed myself down, meeting back up with them.

They'd arranged a plan, a plan that the boy was going to try and jump on the back of one and see if he could go through, much to me and Stiles’ protesting but the boy insisted and Peter let him do it. I was on the verge of tears for the third time that day when he was slammed back by the barrier, watching him writhe as he burned until nothing was left but dust that added to the grit of the floor.

Dry sobs left my throat as I gasped for breath, it all becoming too much as Peter suggested he do it, fully intending to go on with his plan and I was pulling at my hair, slowly losing my mind in this place, the death and destruction taking it out if me. Peter thoughts he could survive, that he would heal but what if he didn't and what if I had to watch another - dare I say - friend die? I couldn't handle anymore loss and death, I physically couldn't take it.

Peter had made it through, but the stench of burning skin and the sound that echoed through, his muffled screech in pain tearing into my ears as I screamed out, sobbing on my knees as Stiles held me, stroking my hair and soothing me.

“Don't leave me again, Stiles. I couldn't take it.”

“Hey, hey, hey! Where's that coming from? I'm not leaving you, never again, I promise.” He chastised softly, pulling my chin up with his thumb and forefinger. “I'm not going anywhere, you'd have to drag me away kicking and screaming.. again.” He chuckled and I shook my head, hands steady on his hips. “I had a thought before, if we get the announcement through a set of speakers, there must be a radio of some kind. I want to see if I can hook it up to the one in the jeep.”

“You think you can use a train station announcement radio to break through a supernatural barrier and speak to the jeep?” I raised an eyebrow and he nodded, pulling me along and back through the dark tunnel, pushing the door open to the room and waving his arm across it to show me, shutting it behind him. My eyes roamed over the droves of dusty and abandoned furniture. Wires and equipment everywhere but it didn't look as though it had been used in a long time.

He sat there for hours, working on the connection and trying hundreds of different things, never giving up hope. In the meantime I sang gently, filling the empty space with sound, but it all cut off when a sudden crackling and a noise between a whir and a whistle cut me off, Stiles beaming as he tuned the radio.

“Hello? Hello can anyone hear me?” Stiles spoke loudly into the radio, gripping it between his fingers tightly and I sat next to him on the floor, hand wrapped tightly on his arm as I let hope fill my system again. We waited for a minute, muffled voice from the outside of the car being heard as they come closer.

“No, Lydia! I'm not imagining it, I definitely heard voices coming from it!” Scott persisted and I was almost jumping in joy. The door opened the voices becoming clearer as they climbed in. “See I told you, the lights on!”

“Hello?! Hello!” Stiles urged through the radio, interference sounding as someone picked up the battered microphone on the other end.

“Stiles?” Lydia tested, the name sounding foreign on her tongue.

“Yes! Oh my God! Scott, Lydia?! You remember me?” He grinned, his body shaking in joy.

“Stiles? Is this you? Is it actually you?” I shook him to reply as his wide and happy eyes met mine, the youthful spirit and easiness he'd lost years ago due to worry and stress resurfacing, even if just for a little while.

“Yes! Yes it is! Look, we don't have long because the radio is already cutting out, but just find Canaan. You have to find Canaan. Come and save us, I believe in you.” He pressed, the interference getting louder and cutting them out more and more on the other side until it clicked off, the light going dead and silence enveloping the room once more.

He turned to look at me, the twinkle of optimism dying down again, but not disappearing, and his smiled was fading but still present. His hand was laced with mine and he lunged forwards, resting his head on my stomach as we lay back in the dirt.

“I wouldn't be able to do it without you.” He sighed and I chuckled, his head bouncing on my torso.

“I didn't do anything. You saved the day once again.” I smiled back, placing a kiss against two of my fingers and pressing it to his lips as he kissed back, both unable to move simply from the ability to relax once more, even for just a moment.

“But I needed motivation, I needed something to work for. And that something is getting you out of here and home. Thank you for being my motivation.” He murmured, arms tightening around me and he sounded tired, I assumed his eyes were closed and I let my own eyelids slide shut, lacing a hand under my arm.

“Thank you for being my Han Solo.” I grinned and his laugh shook through me, the moment taking me away from where we were, what was happening and putting us in a bubble of comfort and warmth, just the two of us, holding each other and waiting for what was to come.

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