#it’s uhm. past 1 am now . goodnight !!

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I am extremely intrigued by your hyperspecific taagnus lore if you feel like expanding 👀

oh absolutely 💚💚 this. turned out to be. insanely long <3

okay so. I think that after they met while joining the IPRE, Magnus became interested in Taako pretty quickly. Taako is handsome and tough and pretty and smart as hell, of course Magnus notices all of that immediately. but I can’t imagine him actively trying to pursue a relationship given the whole, yknow, they’re about to literally leave their planet. he’s got bigger picture things to focus on. but I think they do spend quite a bit of time together. Taako actively seeks him out because, despite how much he pokes fun at him, he does think Magnus is fun and cute and sweet. they get along really well, and I like to think Magnus’ pure optimism and general sweetheart behavior made him the first member of the IPRE to really get to spend quality time with Taako without Lup present.

and then I think. there was definitely some light flirting on Taako’s end that was very casual. not super forward or anything, just little things like slightly-more-affectionate pet names or passive compliments that indicated he was paying close attention. and Magnus picked up on maybe half of it. the rest of the time he was like “man Taako’s such a nice guy. what a good friend.” and meanwhile Taako was pulling his hair out going “how is he not in love with me yet I’m being so alluring”

and this dynamic continued for a little while. they got closer. the stolen century actually began. and I think things stayed that way for a handful of cycles, because I don’t feel like either of them would be super focused on starting a relationship while trying to navigate their new lives. but I do think they got closer and closer as teammates and began to rely on each other more, which neither of them placed any extra emphasis on because they were growing closer with everyone else too.

and then I think their relationship started building again a little less than a decade into the century. they’d gotten used to the pattern and their new life, they had a better grasp on the entire situation. and I think they started to lean on each other more and more. Magnus would come to Taako to vent or theorize or talk about their home, and Taako would pick up on the fact that he was seeking comfort and offer it to him, usually through small gestures like making him something to eat and patting him on the shoulder while they talked. Taako would eventually start doing the same sort of thing, showing up to Magnus’ room just to sit quietly when he was struggling in some way and needed to be near someone else. and Magnus would be so sweet and careful about offering him support without hurting his ego, which Taako definitely appreciated.

so. I think things went on like that for a bit and they just continued to get closer and more reliant on one another. and then one day Magnus is sitting in Taako’s room watching him scribble out plans for dodging the hunger and it suddenly strikes him that he’s in love with him. and he says it. and Taako just stops what he’s doing and looks and him and goes “did we not already know this?” & naturally Magnus is a little surprised that Taako recognized his own feelings before him, but he doesn’t have time to worry about that before Taako kisses him.

and I think they date for a while. they work well together and understand how to support one another. they’re a good team!! and both of them are able to find a certain kind of shelter with each other, feeling safe and loved despite facing the end of the world annually. it’s not always easy, but they make a point to work things out when it gets hard.

I don’t really have a timeline for how long they’re officially dating, but I think by the fiftieth cycle, things have changed a little bit. not in a bad way, there’s just been a shift in their dynamic that has changed the way their relationship looks; they’re no longer calling themselves boyfriends, but they’re still super familiar with and supportive of each other. I don’t think they really label the dynamic but they’ve essentially just naturally shifted into being queer platonic partners. they’re technically exes but no one would guess that from seeing them interact. they love each other so much

and oh boy. after the stolen century, after losing their memories, after being (unbeknownst to them) reunited. I think Taako is a little interested in this handsome human he’s working with. the guy’s a little dense but it’s sort of charming to him! Magnus thinks the elf he’s traveling with is very pretty, but he’s not exactly planning on dating anyone anytime soon. he wants to be good buds! and so over the course of their time with the BOB they get closer and a little more intimate with each other, but never to the point of potentially dating. there’s love there and it feels rather platonic for both of them.

and then they get their memories back. and I think it takes Taako a very long time to talk to Magnus about any of it. which is probably a good thing, it gives them both time to digest everything they've been through, and I think their friendship starts to deepen again once they do talk about their history. the love they had lost is back and only reinforced by the fact that they managed to cultivate such a meaningful relationship even without those memories. they eventually get back to where they were during the stolen century, although that takes a couple of years. their relationship is defined by mutual love and they look out for each other as they navigate living (sort of) normal lives

#I literally. ok. uhm. well. that was a lot this is rather long. honestly didn’t think I had this much to say about them. I . okay! #SO. YEAH. here you go <3 #it’s uhm. past 1 am now . goodnight !! #toon talking #taagnus #text #asks #long post #headcanons #tumblr REALLY doesn’t want this under a readmore I’m so fucking sorry it keeps deleting chunks. oh my god.

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NEIGHBOR - ETHAN LANDRY 🏙️

When Ethan can’t get enough of the girl next door!

MINORS DNI!

Content includes: SMUT! oral receiving !Fem, Ethan catching you! Switch Ethan kinda? A bit of praise!

A/n: wanted this to be longer but honestly had no energy to finish it :( but I rlly wanted to publish it anyways so here u go!

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You sighed at the sound of loud music playing. It was just loud enough to be heard through the wall. Even if the song that was playing was from one of your favorite artists, you just wanted to sleep. You had a big Econ test that you couldn't afford to fail.

You picked yourself up lazily, blanket wrapped around you as you slipped on your loafers. You felt the cold touch your legs, shivering as you walked next door.

You knocked a couple of times, looking up to be met with a familiar face. "Oh uh, Y/n...what are you doing here?" Ethan Landry? You knew him from your Econ class, and also Chad's best friend. You two had been partners for projects a couple times, so to say he was a stranger would be a lie. "Oh uh, hey Ethan. I was wondering if you could turn down your music a bit? I'm trying to sleep" He gulped, feeling immediate guilt for disturbing your sleep.

"Oh, yea..yea! I'm sorry" "Thanks" you smiled. You walked back to your apartment, you didn't know he was your neighbor. You had been living in the small, New York apartment complex for about 6 months. And you hadn't seen him till now. 

It was the same thing for the next couple of days, waking up at night to tell him he was being too loud or his music was making the wall shake. He always apologized, yet he never cared to change his volume before you went over to ask.

Ethan started doing it on purpose. He loved the way you looked when you had just rolled out of bed. It drove him crazy. Tired eyes with the prettiest sleepy voice. You would always wear a baggy teeshirt, no shorts underneath and just a blanket wrapped around you, bare legs.

You struggled to fall asleep, confused at the disappearance of the loud music you had been hearing for the past week. It felt strange but you shook it off, finally able to enjoy a full night's rest without any disruptions.

Or so you'd thought.

You groaned into your pillow as you heard a couple knocks on the door. It was a Friday, and you weren't expecting anyone to come over, especially not at 1 am. You dragged yourself out of bed, not caring about your slippers. You slipped out a yawn as you opened the door, this time Ethan at yours.

"Ethan...hey, what are you doing here?" You rubbed your eyes, the light from the hallway hurting them. "I got locked out of my apartment...I left my keys in class.." you frowned. "Oh no, did you call the landlord?" "He's in New Jersey?" his hands were in his sweats, small and worried frown on his face.

"Uhm, I guess you could stay with me for the night" his heart pumped out of his chest. That's exactly what he hoped you'd say. "Are you sure...? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable or anything" You nodded. "Yea It's fine" you smiled, letting him inside. "Sorry to wake you up again" you shrugged. "Felt weird without your music anyways, I'm kinda getting used to it"

He put down his bag by the couch, watching you walk Into your bedroom to get blankets. He was more than excited. His plan had worked. He had his keys in his bag and had dressed in comfy clothes so he had no problem with having to change.

You plopped down the pile of blankets on the couch, tossing a pillow over to him. He watched as you laid out the blankets for him, placing the other pillow at the end of the couch. "Thanks" He smiled up at you. "No problem, if you want any snacks you can go in my pantry, Tara makes me stack up. And uh, there are drinks in the fridge"

"Thanks, for everything" "Stop thanking me, I'd want you to let me sleep over if I was locked out" you shrugged, turning around to go back to bed. "Night, Ethan" "Goodnight..."

But you weren't having a good night. Tossing in turning in your bed as you felt an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach. Warmth gathered in your core and you rubbed your thighs against each other. You knew you couldn't do anything about it, especially not with a guest in the house.

But your pussy was hungry for touch, a pain filled you up. A pain that could only be relieved by touching yourself. You sighed with guilt as you stuck your hand into your panties, rubbing small circles against your sensitive bud. You bit your lip, holding back any small whimpers. You'd die before you'd let Ethan see you like this, yet again you probably wouldn't mind if he walked in on you.

Your movements got faster, a small sloppy moan coming from your mouth. You heard the couch creak, making you pause. "Y/n...you okay in there?" "I'm fine" you answered, melting into the mattress as you pulled out your hand. You were frustrated, almost close to your small orgasm. "You sure?" "I'm Good, Ethan" You heard his footsteps go back to where he originally was, putting your hand back into your panties.

This time you were careful not to make a noise. Only the sound of your wetness was barely heard under the sheets. Your mouth was deep into your pillow, shoving two of your fingers deep into your hole. Your walls tightened around your hand, dripping wet as you thrust your fingers into yourself.

Your mind was clouded, the feeling of your hand on your clit while the other was thrusting hard made you roll your eyes back. You were careful not to make any noise, a tie in your stomach forming. You were so so close, the possibility of getting caught turned you on even more.

What would Ethan think of you? That you're a slut? That you're gross? Or would he rip your legs open and help you out? You felt your legs shake as you pushed towards your orgasm. Frustrating and embarrassment filled you as you heard the door open. You couldn't care less though, you continued to fuck yourself as Ethan walked over.

"Y/n...what are you doing?" Ethan rubbed his eyes, staring at your position. "Oh..." he walked closer to the bed, your head still fucked out as you rubbed small circles against your clit. "You're so dirty..." a small scoff fell from his lips as he peeled the cover off of you, your hands covered in your juices.

"You're not very quiet Y/n" Every time he said your name you wanted to melt. It sounded so good rolling off his tongue. You continued to pump your fingers into yourself, biting your lip with your eyes closed as he watched. You felt so dirty, just like he said.

Your body heated up at his touch, his warm hand gripping your thigh. A whimper escaped your mouth as your movements slowed down, the tie in your stomach seconds away from snapping. "Don't stop, you can do it" his hands held onto your inner thigh, thumb gently rubbing on your skin.

"You look so pretty fucked out" his words shot straight to your core, legs shaking as you felt yourself release onto your fingers. "Wasn't that hard, was it?" Your chest raised with every breath you took, Ethan taking your cum covered fingers into his mouth.

Your breath hitched Ethan, staring into your eyes as he sucked your fingers, letting them out with a "pop" coming from his lips. You didn't think twice before you were on top of him, lips sucking with desperation as his hands ran up your shirt.

You knew this was wrong, but damn it felt so right. The way his hands perfectly grabbed your waist, lips fitting together like a puzzle. He let out a small groan as your knee slipped in between his legs. Feeling his hard boner on your skin.

You deepened the kiss, lowering yourself on top of him as you rubbed against his dick. He let out a small moan, your hands now pulling on the strings of his grey sweats.

"You're such a slut" You pulled away from the kiss, Ethan's lips on your neck. "Yet you're the one that was watching me" "And you're the one that kept going" you melted into him as he pressed down on your clit, still sensitive from earlier.

Your small, whiney sounds turned him on. Thrusting himself against your clit. "Don't be so desperate" you mumbled, your teeth sinking into his shoulder as he made friction. "I could say the same about you" he flipped the two of you over, pushing you up closer against the headboard.

He hovered over top of you, biting down on your lip as you looked up at him with eyes full of desire. You'd never looked as good as you did right there. "Can I go down on you?" You were slightly taken aback but nodded anyways. You had never had a guy ask you, you always had to ask them first. And they always insisted for something in return.

Ethan wasn't like that, he just wanted to pleasure you. Just getting to see your eyes roll back and your cum on his fingers would be enough for him.

He pampered small kisses against your jaw. They got sloppier as he moved down, marking you with his lips all the way to your waist. Ethan looked up at you with sweet eyes. He pulled down your panties, pulling apart your legs. You felt the cold air on your pussy, wetness covering your glistening core. You felt nervousness gather in your stomach, taking a deep breath.

He ran his fingers through your folds, jolting at the feel. You felt so vulnerable with him. He honestly had no idea what he was doing. He had seen it done once. Accidentally walking in on Chad and Tara one night. But besides that, absolutely clueless.

You sensed his confidence start to go down, taking small breaths. "You okay...?" "I uhm, yea...just not too sure how to do this" You just shook your head, smiling before sitting up. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to do anything" his face was soft, running your hand through his hair as he stared with his lips agape.

"No...no it's okay. I want to learn" "yea?" "Mhm," he chewed on his lip, staring back at you with doughy brown eyes. "Just do what feels right. And I'll tell you what feels good, alright?" He nodded, watching as you spread your legs open once again. He swore you were the prettiest person he'd ever seen. And to see you like this got him so flustered.

He ran his finger through your folds once again, collecting the extra cum from your hole. Your body shivered, craving more of his fingers on you. Your breath hitched as you felt his tongue flatten on your clit, biting back your lip as he stared at you.

"Keep going, good" he felt better as you praised him, doing tricks with his mouth on your pussy. His nails dug into the skin of your thighs, the pain proving you with more pleasure. Small whimpers and heavy breaths escaped from your mouth, Ethan lapping and sucking all over your core.

Your mind was cloudy, your back arching as you grabbed onto the bedsheets. "Please please please" Your hands dug into his hair, pushing his mouth closer to your pussy. His nose rubbed against your clit, his tongue deep in your hole. Your stomach pulsed, feeling hot all over your body.

"Fuck, E... I'm gonna cum" you hummed, feeling his fingers quicken on your sensitive clit. He hadn't even pushed his fingers into you and you were about to cum. The way he looked up at you made you moan, staring back through barely open eyes. Your legs wrapped tightly around his head, basically suffocating him with your thighs.

He pried your legs apart, shaking and weak as he continued to taste you. You tasted so sweet, the feeling of you on his tongue was addicting. He tried to rub himself against the bed, feeling the pain of his ignored boner get to him.

"Shit…shit" you bit back your bottom lip, body shaking as you felt cum drip from your pussy. Ethan's mouth was wide open, licking all of the cum up like your pussy was an ice cream cone. "Taste so good" You pushed his head away while he licked, too sensitive to continue.

He admired your sweaty face, watching as your chest rose with each heavy breath. "You okay...?" He asked, concerned. "Mhm," you hid your face in the pillow, Ethan coming back up to kiss you. "Was I okay?" You held back a smile, nodding at him.

Your lips connected once again, tasting yourself in his mouth. You got why he wanted more, pushing yourself closer to him. Heavy breaths filled the room, Ethan grabbing your waist before whispering something in your ear. “I didn’t actually…leave my keys” he chewed on his lip, watching as your eyebrows furrowed. “Really? Why’d you lie?” “For this”

You rolled your eyes before kissing him again, his cheeks a light pink as you pulled back. “Fucking creep” your lips formed into a smile, teasing him. “I’m not a creep” “You are, but you know what? It’s kinda hot”

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Hello - ☆ Ah hi there!~ I'm pretty new to posting here. Oh? Hehe! My apologies. My name is Zero.. I hope to befriend everyone

Chat: Tickles | hehehe... oh?- what am I writing. Ah.. uhm.. just a few thoughts! Nothing mu— hey give me that. — *scowl* yes. I do like tickles. Its comforting to me now give— EEP!-

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Chat: Writing | Hm.. I haven't traumatized this character enough. But what should I do? Wait a minute.. OH- i forgot about my literary analysis! UGHH why is my own creative writing better than my actual school work?!

When it rains | Cold— cold , cold. COLD! *achoo!* I need to get inside.. its alot better when it rains when you're indoors.

When it snows | Oh my gosh! Its snowing. Its actually snowing! I haven't seen snow in forever! I am going out immediately!!

When its night | Goodnight! Love you!~ oh? Am i going to bed? I cant really sleep. Don't worry. I will later

When its morning | Hm..? Oh . Goodmorning! How long have i been up?- 4 am. Cool right?. What do you mean i have 'sleeping issues' ?!? 😡

Favorite food | Ramen... spicy rame— I.. thats mine! Let me eat it!!

Least favorite food | I don't give a shit if you hold me hostage at this dinner table i am NOT eating a single vegetable!

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Day 10: Used Tea Bags - Javier Pena

Day 10: Used Tea Bags - Javier Pena 

This takes place during season 3 of Narcos. Honestly I love season 3 Javier when he’s the boss and even more stressed and I just want to rub his shoulders and tell him it’s all going to be okay. 

Pairing: Javier Pena x reader 

Rating: 18+ language and implied sexual situations. 

November Writing Challenge Masterlist (Holy crap I am 1/3 of the way done!) 

Day 9: No, you don’t - Maxwell Lord 

It was late, the sounds of cumbia played through the open window from the bar down the street. The well worn kitchen table is covered in maps, half drunken cups of coffee, a chipped plate is covered in cigarette butts, some still smoldering, and on another is several used tea bags bleeding onto the plate. The world should be sleeping but not here, here there were plans to be made. 

Javier Pena kneeled next to the coffee table flanked by Trujillo, and Colonel Hugo Martinez on his left and Chris Feistl and Daniel Van Ness on his right. A map of Cali with different routes to the airport are highlighted. The Cali police force are crooked as hell so they needed a way around them, if they got in there and actually found Gilberto Rodriquez they needed to figure a way to get him out of Cali and back to Bogota without any corruption. The only way to do that was to plan everything in secret. 

You had been assigned to work with Javier upon his return to Columbia as his assistant. Everyone had warned you before he got there about Agent Pena, saying he was an asshole, womanizer, and should have gone to jail for his involvement with Los Pepes. But, you tried to go into it with an open mind. 

When you first introduced yourself the only thing that stuck out to you was how exhausted he looked and not just physically. His eyes held a weariness that couldn’t fade from only a good night's rest. He was reluctant at first to accept any help whether it be in the form of a cup of coffee, an ashtray, or a file he had left on your desk the night before. 

But you never gave up, always thinking one step ahead of him. You handed him a file before he even asked for it, you brought him lunch before he starved to death in his office, and you always knew when he was low on cigarettes because a new pack would appear on his desk. He tried to tell you he was quitting but you both knew that was bull shit. 

When Feistl and Van Ness made their connection to ‘Natalia’ the informant inside the Cali cartel things began to move quickly. It became apparent that they needed to work under the radar on this one. They needed to find somewhere they could meet but would also be discreet and before Javier could even asked you offered your apartment as ground zero for taking down Gilberto Rodriquez. The small government provided apartment wasn’t meant to hold more than maybe two people but over the past few nights it held at least ten at all times. Not only the Colonel, and Trujillo but Pena, the DEA guys, and several loyal members of Search Bloc. 

At this point you're sure your neighbors believe you’ve become a prostitute from the revolving door of men who come through your door during the night. Especially Senora Rivera who yesterday morning gave you a rosary before telling you she is praying that you don’t get any diseases from the men you keep company. What a charming neighbor she is. You're tempted to bake her some chocolate chip cookies and ask a few Search Bloc guys to deliver them but you know that will only make it worse. 

Javi is going over the plan for the twelfth time that night and you're in the kitchen making another pot of coffee. You yawn silently to yourself before pouring the steaming magic into the cups and putting them on the tray to bring them to the men in the living room. They nod there thanks and you return the gesture taking the remaining two cups over to the window and tapping lightly. On the fire escape are two armed Search Bloc members keeping their eyes open onto the street below. They take the cups gratefully before thanking you. 

“Estrella, can you come over here?” Javier calls you. 

You turn raising one eyebrow at the nickname but you don’t correct him, “Si, what’s up?” 

“I want you to sit down and listen to the plan, if there is anything you think we missed or does not add up I need you to tell me. People’s lives could be at stake if we make any mistakes.” 

Feistl sighs loudly running his hands over his face, “Pena why the hell are you going to explain this to her? She’s not going to understand any of this!” 

You have to bite your tongue before you say something you regret. Luckily the looks the other men give him are enough to shut him up. “Because idiot it’s good to get a fresh set of eyes on these things, and she can always see things before I even think them so sit down, shut up, and let her listen. I’m sorry Estrella, can you sit please?” he gestures to the seat across from him. 

You sit down and nod your head. Javier proceeds to go through the entire plan again. Describing the whole thing from beginning to end, it was truly brilliant to use a poultry truck to transport Rodriquez to the airport, no one would be looking for a poultry truck….Except for any of the crooked Cali cops that see him being arrested. 

You interrupt Javier, “What about two trucks?” 

“What do you mean Estrella?” 

You try to prevent the blush that is slowly creeping up your neck from the new nickname, “I mean using the poultry truck is brilliant but why not have two trucks a decoy to mislead them. Someone else can drive the other truck and lead the cops on a wild goose chase while the truck containing Rodriquez goes to the airport.” 

The Colonel grabs a new cigarette before lighting it, “that's’ damn genius, they will see the truck when we arrest Gilberto but they won’t know there are two. We get them to follow the wrong truck and we are in the clear,” he smiles at you, the first smile you had seen on his face. 

Javier is just about beaming at you from across the table and you listen for several more hours as they rework the plan to include your idea. When they finish each man feels like the best plan has been laid forward and they break up the group to go home. Tomorrow would be a big day for them all and they would need to be on the road to Cali by ten AM if they wanted their plan to work. 

You walk everyone to the door, and as they leave one by one they thank you for the use of your apartment until they are all gone except for Javier and Fiestl. “Hey boss, are you leaving soon? I want to have a private talk with our hostess,” Fiestl asks gesturing with his thumb toward you.  

You frantically shake your head no begging Javier not to leave you alone with the DEA agent, “Actually I have some more things to finalize before we leave tomorrow, just ignore me it will be like I’m not even here,” he smirks at you and you are half tempted to walk across the room and slap the smirk off his face. 

Chris turns to you, “So uhm listen, I know that this is all really scary for you, but I want to let you know that we are all going to be ok. And I was kind of wondering when we get back if you’d like to go out and get a drink?” 

You try not to let the cringe show on your face, “Oh uhm Chris, thank you but I don’t really drink and uhm…” you're trying to think of some other excuse when you lock eyes with Javier across the room. Gone is the smirk and instead you see something dark in his eyes, unwavering, and you know what to say, “I’m actually already with someone else, it’s not really a public thing but I’m really serious about him.” 

Chris’s right arm comes up to scratch the back of his head, and he lets out an awkward chuckle. “It’s ok, you don’t have to lie to me. I understand.” 

“I’m not lying. This guy he...he drives me crazy, he’s better than any drug on the market I...I’m already taken, I’m his.” You can feel the burning gaze of the man on the couch and it takes all your strength not to look at him, 

Chris lowers his head nodding before turning towards the door turning at the last moment to say, “he’s a lucky man then, goodnight,” before he leaves shutting the door behind him. 

You don’t turn away from the door scared to death of what you will see behind you. You are so focused on keeping your breathing level you don’t notice Javier has gotten up and is now behind you. You let out a small yelp when he spins you around to face him. “Did you mean it?” His voice is raspy and deep from years of smoking and his cologne is deep and strong in your lungs. 

You're worried your voice will betray you but you need to get this out, “Yes...you do drive me absolutely insane, but we both know what’s been going on here, I’m yours...I’ve always been yours,” you whisper. 

The hands on your waist slide against your lower back pulling you even closer to him. You can smell the smoke, and coffee on his breath and you try to calm down your heartbeat but it’s useless when he looks you in the eyes and says, “mine.” 

You crash together, his mouth is fused to your own and every single one of your senses is screaming Javier. His taste, his touch, his smell it’s all overwhelming and you cry out when you feel him grope your breast through your shirt. His lips move towards your neck and begin nipping as his tongue tracing along the same path to the curve of your ear, “bedroom?” The raspy question breaks you from the haze and you pull him towards the small bedroom. 

The whole way your lips never break from his skin even though you both aren’t the most graceful and when you both land in the bed with a small grunt that’s the last discomfort you felt for the night, from then on it was all pleasure. 

When the sunlight streams through the sheer curtains the next morning, illuminating the bed in the warm glow of the morning. Rough calloused fingers trace patterns over the top of your exposed back and you smile before nuzzling yourself further in the warmth of Javier’s chest. He smells like smoke, leather, and cologne; an intoxicating combination. 

“I have to leave soon,” his voice is raspy and heavy from sleep. 

“I know...but I really wish you didn’t have too,” you tell him, pulling back to look into his eyes, “but when you come back you will be the man who took down Gilberto Rodriguez.”

“This better work,” he sighs, “or else I will probably be sent back stateside, I messed up once already, they aren’t going to let me do it again.” 

“You're going to succeed! Don’t be so defeatist, your amazing at what you do your-” 

“Would you come with me?” he asks so quietly you almost don’t hear him. 

“What?” you whisper. 

He takes a few minutes to collect himself before he asks again, “if I get sent home, would you come with me back to Texas? I...I am not the same person I was when I first came here. Yes, I drink too much, I smoke too much, and I can be a real asshole but I’ve never been shy about what I want. I want you Estrella.” 

You have to remind yourself to breathe before you close your eyes letting out a small sigh, “Yes, yes I would go with you Javi. Remember what I said last night? I’m yours.” 

He pulls you back towards his chest, putting a finger underneath your chin and fusing your lips together he only pulls back once to repeat the same thing he told you the night before, “mine.” 

Day 11: Walking the dog- William Miller 

#November writing challenge #day 10 #Narcos #javier peña #Javier pena x reader #Pedro Pascal

[welcometoherdomain]

Chapter 8

YN got home at 1 am past midnight, the lights of the house are completely dim and almost out, YN sighed in relief and slowly make her way to the stairs.

"Hey." YN jolted when she heard someone making her eyes looked whose voice is it, and it is from Kenma who are sitting on the couch while playing his Nintendo but he put it down when YN comes in at the front door. YN quickly hide her small paper bag filled with her medicines and her procedures. She quickly smiled, hiding her tiredness and soreness from her eyes due to nonstop crying.

Kenma didn't speak and stand up, close their distance between them, looking at her thoroughly. "Uhm~ why you're still awake?" She asked still smiling but Kenma didn't respond and caressed her cheeks and now examining her eyes, YN look down for a minute and still continuing with her smile. "So! Uhm... I have fun with my spa.. now I'm tired.  And only can heal this tiredness is sleep, so goodnight!' she said happily, changing the mood. Kenma didn't respond again and holding now her both cheeks. "Then, I'll go," she added and put Kenma's hand out of her face and last smile at him before she makes her step to the stairs, 5 steps but she was stopped by a hug from the back,  so tightly. "You're not okay," he said, making YN bite her lip, she closed her eyes tightly and quickly shooked her head. "No, I'm okay just tired." added a small giggle in the end, but Kenma is still not convinced, she makes YN looked at her and slowly hugged her, putting her head on his chest, YN bites her lip more stopping herself from crying again, she's done for today.

"I've never been good at making friends, nor saying comforting words. Even expressing how I feel but..." he stopped and start caressing YN's head,  making her teared up, still holding her hiccups and sobs. "You're special to me, I want you to be vulnerable to me, and being there while you cry is what I want. It's not enough if I were just here because you're happy and not letting me see what you're going through, the sad times I want to see it." She tightened her grip on her handbag,  still holding everything. "I love you." He said softly making YN burst into tears, she hugged him back so tightly like she didn't want him to let him go.

Only her sobs elevated the room YN buried her face even more on his chest, memorizing the scent and the eagerness to hear his heartbeat while she cries. Kenma didn't ask anymore and just let her cry. "I -" YN's words cut because she feels soft pain in her chest, she didn't know if it's her illness or just her emotional heart. "I want to live with you." she softly said almost in a muffled tone, Kenma comprehends it hardly but he gets it eventually. He hugged her more tightly. "Forever." She added, Kenma smiled making him buried his face on her neck. "I might be late admitting my feelings but the first time I laid my eyes on you. You're big trouble especially.." He stopped and kissed her neck, not still looking at him.  "to my heart.' he said. YN gave in more to her crying, it's like her crying from her way back home is not enough. "I don't want to die," she said softly, making Kenma hugged her even more tightly. "No one's allowed to die. Are you?" Kenma asked nervously, YN bite her lip and buried her face more on his chest. "NO! I'm-I'm just  scared of that thought especially I'm-I'm leaving early as expected." She said as she continues to cry but slowly calming herself. "When will you leave then?" Kenma asked as he continues to caress her hair. "After -a-a month." She said in between sobs. Kenma bites his lip and hugged her even more, it's like a message that he doesn't want her to go, she slowly pulled her away from her, and lifts her face. He smiled sadly as she was covered with her wet hair. He wiped her face with his hoodie sleeves and make her looked at her. "Do you really need to leave?" Kenma asked, YN looked at her and slowly nod.

"I need to. For my future. for.." she stopped and sighed continuing her lie, "for my studies, and living.' she said. Then Kenma smiled again sadly and nod, caressed her wet cheeks softly, and kissed them, "Then I'll wait." Kenma said, "you'll  come back right?" Kenma asked, hope in his eyes, without any hesitation YN nodded vigorously. "I will." She said now looking at him, with full hope and tears in her eyes, Kenma smiled and kissed her.

"I love you," Kenma said in between their kisses. "I love you too," YN  answered. YN slowly calm down, Kenma went for his Nintendo on the coach and pulled YN into his room, YN wiped her tears but stop in front of Kenma's room. "Wait I'll just put this in my room. "YN whispered, Kenma smiled and nodded and headed first to his room. YN went into her room, she put her bag under her bed, she sighed and smiled. She went out and close her room door, fixing herself and making her heart calm down. The door from Kenma's room is open, she opened it slowly and she smiled while seeing Kenma fixed his bed. Opening his galaxy gamer lights, YN smiled, even more, one of YN's favorites in Kenma's room is his lights,  galaxy lights that covered the whole room, he used it on his stream very seldom because he preferred his led lights near his gaming table.

He ushers her to his bed while Kenma makes himself comfortable, YN smiled and make her way to his bed, she lay not too far or not too close to Kenma, Kenma giggled and pulled her more closer, cuddling her. "Hey, you said I should behave.' she said softly as she pulled herself away from him but Kenma don't let go and pulled her even closer. "Kozume," she said but Kenma ignored it as he closed his eyes and putting his chin on YN's head.   "Mom knows already,"  he said, YN's eyes widened. "Really? what? How? Whe- SHHHH~ Sleep you're tired so sleep.' Kenma smiled as she shuush YN, YN pouted and nodded.

As YN continues to watch the galaxy suffusing Kenma's room, slowly drifting off. "with you,  euphoria succumbs my life." Kenma said making YN laugh. Kenma opened his eyes and looked at YN, who is still giggling, "Did Kuroo manifest you with his metaphorical words? Well, not as sciency as him but something." She continues giggling making Kenma even more embarrassed. "Stop! I'm supposed to be angry at you because you didn't watch my stream today," he said softly and cutely making YN looked at him, she smiled because he's pouting. She pinched his cheeks and kissed him passionately, "'Sorry." she whispered after they kissed, Kenma give in easily making YN smiled. "Don't forget I will kick the chosen fan on your stream today If I watch that." YN threatened him cutely.

"No I will let you," he said. YN raised her eyebrow and punched his chest softly. "What?! Who is it!" she yelled as she tries to get her phone and watched her yesterday night stream but before she can get up Kenma pulled her again on the bed hugging and cuddling her tight. YN struggled but Kenma's hand was now both on her waist and back caressing it making her weak and just give up.

"A month right before you leave?" Kenma asked not looking at her, YN nodded as she draws circles on his chest. " okay. A month of working with me, beside me, spending time with me before you go,   you will work WITH me." Kenma said as he gets his cellphone still letting YN go, YN"s eyes widened. "But I h- A month will be just a week and I don't want to regret every second that I didn't spend more time with you or you with me before I let you go. "

#kenma x reader #haikyuu #kenma imagine #kenma x y/n #kozume smut #kozume kenma

[btaffy02]

“Friends”

This is a draco x reader fanfiction. I used she/her pronouns and nothing too “serious” happens. I hope you like it! Sorry for incorrect grammar and also italic writing is your thoughts.

“y/n?” You turn to your right so see draco greeting you. You're kind of caught off guard by how handsome he's gotten. He's a bit taller and his hair sits almost perfectly. “Hey! I see you've lost the hair gel. It took you long enough.” You say. He pulls you in by your right sleeve for a hug. “Haha very funny y/l/n.” Draco has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. Your families were always close so you two kind of grew up together. He's always had a special place in your heart but you can never determine if the feeling is romantic or if it's just because you care for him. He pulls out his schedule so you two can compare and see how many classes you have together. He rolls his finger down the papers and counts, “1, 2, 3… I guess thats it. Three classes together. I suppose it better than none.” You nod in agreement. You guys head into the great hall so the first years can get sorted and you can all feast. Of course, you sit beside Draco. He's kind of your anchor. You just follow his lead mainly because you're socially anxious but you also just want to stay out of things. You don't want to be the center of attention.

You've never really been the talkative type ever. You're just average. Your grades are fine, your looks are fine (though you'd never admit it outloud), your parents are still together, you only have a few friends. There's not really anything special about you, but you have something they don't, him. After dinner you say goodnight and head your separate ways.

A COUPLE OF WEEKS HAVE PASSED

As much as you hate to admit it you've found yourself staring at Draco frequently. And for the most part, no ones noticed, until today that is. “Miss y/l/n am i a bore to you?” Professor Snape slams a book shut.

Uh oh.

“Ye- i mean no sir.” You respond in panic. “Oh I am? Well maybe detention will be less boring.”

Ugh youve got to be kidding me. Detention? I'll miss my only free time with Draco.

You frown. Draco snickers in the distance and Snape turns to him. “You too Malfoy.” He continues teaching. Draco smiles at you. You finish the day and go to detention like you were ordered to. 

IN DETENTION

Lucky for you detention is pretty relaxed and you're hardly monitored or checked on. You sit down and whip out your herbology homework. It's easily your favorite subject and you're very good at it. It's actually introduced you to Neville Longbottom who has taken a liking to herbology studies. You consider him your friend but you aren't close. Your thoughts are interrupted when you notice feet walking up in front of you. You look up from your book to see Draco in his typical black turtleneck. “I know why you have detention.” He says. “Uhm yeah i wasn't paying attention in class.” You say confused.

Oh god did he see me staring at him?

“Yeah right, you were staring at me.” “What? Full of yourself much?” You joke with him.

I didn't think he could see me.

“I mean what's not to love.” He raises his brows. “Omg, in your dreams.” You give him a little shove. “No, but im in yours.” He winks at you and smiles. You both laugh it off. The conversation is innocent but it actually means something to you. You love little flirty jokes and whatnot and no one does it better than Malfoy. The rest of detention is pretty boring and you guys make small talk and he helps you with potions and spells but nothing else really happens. When you're dismissed he walks you to your common room and says goodnight like usual. You're pretty restless because you don't know what to think

Do i have feelings for Draco Malfoy? Do i even have a chance? I mean he knows pretty much everything about me and i know everything about him. I could never tell him how I feel though, I don't want to make things awkward. 

You stay up an hour later than usual but decide your thoughts can wait till morning.

WEEKS PASS

It's been weeks since detention and ever since then things have been different. You see a different side of Draco and he's a bit more “friendly” to you. You don't really think much of it and just wait for things to play out.

Most people think Draco is snobby and closed off. I beg to differ. He puts up this like barrier between his feelings and the world so he doesn't seem weak. I blame Lucius for that, I've honestly never liked him. He's a bit strange and expects too much of Draco.

You can 100% say you have feelings for him now. Though it pains you to say it's true. Day by day your feelings have grown stronger and so have his. Or at least you think, you can't really speak for him but he is more flirty than usual and less pissy in general. Tomorrow is October first, it marks 10 years of friendship with Draco. 

Yes, I remember the date and everything. Not that he would remember because it probably doesn't mean much to him if he even remembers the day you became friends.

But it doesn't matter because this is something for you to celebrate and keep to yourself. Whether he notices or not you know you will be happy.

OCTOBER 1ST

You wake up to the scent of your roommate's apple cinnamon candle slowly burning. 

Today is a good day.

You think to yourself. 

Nothing could make this day bad.

Well you were wrong. In all today was not a good day. Nothing super bad happened, it's just little things kept going wrong. You failed a test, you tripped on multiple occasions, and one of your only friends, neville, got sick. You don't come out and say that today has been a bad day because you so desperately wanted it to be a good one. School has finished so you head to your room to chill out for a bit. You grab a notebook and begin a sketch to take your mind off of things. You hear a knock from the door and get up to see who it is. You're a bit shocked to see Draco standing outside your door. “Bloody hell- shhh what are you doing here you could get into trouble.” “I need to talk to you about something.” He says. “Is it that urgent? Im not really in the mood.” You look around to make sure no one sees you two. “Yes it is. Let's go somewhere that I don't have to look behind my shoulder every five seconds.” He grabs your hand and you walk to the stairs to get some privacy. 

What's going on? Is he in some sort of trouble or does he just want to gossip? It's probably something to deal with Potter. He absolutely despises him. 

“What's wrong?” You're actually a bit worried. “Uhm- nothing. There's something I need to tell- give you.” “All right. What is it?” He's never given you a gift before. Not even on your birthday. He pulls out a small box from his pocket and gives it to you. You smile at him. “Happy friendaversary loser.” He says while he smiles back at you.

He remembered. He actually remembered. I'm so happy I could scream. But he didn't have to give me a gift. I feel bad, maybe i should've gotten him one too i just didn't think he would remember it.

You untie the bow on top of the box and open it. Inside the small box was a bunch of extremely small flowers and a necklace in the middle. 

I'm not the type to usually like the whole necklace cliche but for some reason with him it's different. I'm grateful for anything he could give me.

The necklace has one single charm of a serpent with a small diamond flower attached. “Thank you!” You fling into his arms and he wraps his arms around your waist. You're absolutely ecstatic and a bit shocked all at the same time. You were expecting maybe a chocolate of the sorts but not a necklace. 

What does this mean?

“Do you like it?” He asks you. “Oh absolutely! It's beautiful, and wicked, and I love it.” He looks a bit nervous but you can see some relief when you answer yes to his question. You stare at the necklace for a bit before you actually pick it up. “Here I'll put it on for you.” He takes the necklace out of your hands. He moves your hair out of the way. His hands are cold, but you find them comforting somehow. He wraps the necklace around you and hooks it into place. “Thanks.” You turn around and smile at him. You're so close you think you can smell his cologne. “Y/n can i confess something?” He looks into your eyes.

Blimey does he feel the same way? I'm nervous, what if he tries to kiss me, am i ready for  that? I need to stop freaking myself out. It's not going to help anything.

“Sure, what's on your mind?” He takes his eyes off of you and looks around the room. “I like you.” You're a bit confused on how he means it so you say, “Well i like you too.” He looks a bit annoyed, “No I like you. A lot. I have all school year. I don't know what made me realize it but I did. You're so beautiful and confident-”

I'm really not but I won't interrupt.

“-and you light up every room you walk into. You know me better than anyone and i don't know if this is overwhelming but i just had to say it. I understand if you don't like me back i just-”

Is he serious right now. Of course I like him back. I more than like him.

Before you can even let him finish or gather your thoughts you put your right hand on his face and pull him in by his shirt with your left. He's a bit shocked but then puts his icy hands on your waist. The kiss is good. A long time in the making but good. 

Holy Sh*t! Did I seriously just do that? Wow who would've thought I could do that. I never want the kiss to end. I could kiss him a million times again and again. 

When your lips finally part he makes a funny face by lifting his eyebrows and widening his eyes. You laugh. “I like you too.” You don't even notice you've been smiling for the past five minutes and you don't think you could stop smiling. “Bloody hell i hope so.” He puts his hands in his pockets and smiles at you. It's one of the few times you've seen him genuinely smile in a really long time. You finally got what you've always wanted, to make him happy.

-thank you for reading <3 sorry it was so short.

#draco malfoy #draco x reader #harry potter #hogwarts #fanfiction

[hystericalweenie]

Just Another Day at the Office Series - New Experiences

George MacKay x Reader Series

Part Three: Little Things

Masterlist

Summary: Y/f/n Y/l/n had found herself stuck in a scenario she’d never thought she’d ever have to face: she’d been catching feelings for a coworker. While she attempted to adapt to her new job and work load, she also had to get used to these new feelings and figure out what the fuck to do with them. George made her want to take risks, she didn’t care about the potentiality of a broken heart with him, because falling in love with him made it seem worth it. Is George falling for Y/n too? Will he be able to reciprocate her feelings?

a/n: I have absolutely no personal experience in magazine/journalism career, so the information in this fic will be provided with the knowledge I have conducted from research. With that being said, please don’t be mad if this is not accurate!!! Since you guys seemed to like the text messages between Y/n and George, I decided to include a chunk of them, since there weren’t any in the last part. 

Warnings: This is a slow burn fic, their relationship won’t happen in one night, so if you’re not into that, check out some of the beautifully written imagines that you can most likely find under the george mackayxreader tag. I might eventually write some of my own too :P At least one person’s saying “fuck” and there’s some sexual! tension! up! in! here! Digital penetration (fingering lolz)

12:36 am, George: I cannot stop thinking about you.

My stomach churned with butterflies, but I wouldn’t let him know.

12:38 am, Me: Creepy, much?

12:38 am, Me: Kiddingggg :P

12:40 am, George: Haha. Very funny. 

12:41 am, Me: Have you gone back to rehab to visit your friend?

12:43 am, George: Yes, Dean and I went yesterday after work. He’s not doing very well, but I know he’ll get better. Addiction is very scary.

12:44 am, Me: I can’t imagine. It must be hard seeing him so sick.

12:45 am, George: It is, but you’ve made all of this a lot easier for me to deal with. You make me forget about every single little flaw in life. 

12:47 am, Me: Then I guess I’m doing my job. 

12:48 am, George: You distract me too much sometimes, especially after last night. 

12:49 am, Me: Really? Huh, I wonder why, that’s weird.

12:51 am, George: *insert eye roll*

12:52 am, Me: It’s time to get emojis, old man.

12:53 am, George: Nah

12:53 am, George: Unless you want to show me how to install them this weekend?

12:55 am, Me: Sounds like a plan, grandpa

12:56 am, George: You must be into older guys then, huh?

12:58 am, Me: Yup, I have a bingo kink

12:59 am, George: Gross. 

12:59 am, George: I’m not thaaat old, I’m only 27.

I was twenty-four. Was that weird? Would he think that’s weird?

1:00 am, Me: When’s your birthday?

1:02 am, George: Next week, actually. March 13th.

1:03 am, Me: You doing anything to celebrate?

1:05 am, George: Eh, probably not. Dean and I might go to a bar or something, that’s what we’ve done in the past.

1:05 am, George: You’re welcome to come along if that’s the plan.

1:07 am, Me: I’d like that a lot, actually. I won’t get plastered this time, I promise.

1:08 am, George: Mhhhmmm.

1:08 am, George: It’s getting late, you should go to bed love

There it was, again. Love. I melted in my bed.

1:09 am, Me: You’re the one texting me!

1:10 am, George: You don’t haave to respond. 

1:12 am, Me: But I want to.

1:13 am, George: See, there’s the problem.

1:14 am, Me: Is it a problem?

1:16 am, George: Yes, because I’m making you lose sleep.

1:17 am, Me: I don’t mind.

1:18 am, George: You’re making this harder for me, Y/n.

1:20 am, Me: Fine. I’m going to sleep.

1:21 am, George: *insert me sticking my tongue out*

1:22 am, George: Good. Goodnight, love.

I woke up the next morning with dark rings underneath my eyes, but they were well worth it due to our conversation; I’d found out that George was twenty-seven years old and his birthday was on March thirteenth, making him turn twenty-eight the following week. I wondered if our slight age difference would make things weird, I hoped it wouldn’t. 

I went to work that morning with extra concealer on my face, and a sleek black pencil skirt with a dainty blouse. I rolled through New York traffic, waved at the receptionist once I’d arrived at the building, and made my way to the second floor with the not-so-speedy elevator. I welcomed my desk, waving at silently at Dean before stretching my hands and typing my results from the experiment. 

The CBD oil experiment had gone pretty well; I used it only temples after coming home from work with a headache and I’d definitely noticed a difference. I spent the entire morning rewriting everything over and over again, wanting to perfect my first article and impress the HBIC that Connie was. 

When lunch had rolled around, I decided to head to the small cafeteria to see what they had in store for me that afternoon, hoping it’d give me some energy to finish writing the article. I decided to go with my regular salad, picking out the toppings, as I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around noticing the presence of Faith, the small ginger haired girl I’d met on my first day. I smiled at her, before returning back to my salad. 

“I meant to tell you before, but your idea for your experiment is really good, I’m kind of shocked at how well your first pitch is, actually,” she admitted with a smile as she opened some cabinets, scavenging for food.

I blushed at her compliment, turning my face to look at her.

“Thanks, Faith, that means a lot coming from you,” I beamed at her. “Your article of your interview with that producer from The Bachelor was amazing!”

I saw her cheeks tint pink as she turned her body to me after finding a small bag of chips.

“Really? You couldn’t tell that I was nervous during the interview?” she asked worriedly, her thin, groomed eyebrows knitting together anxiously.

I shook my head. “Not at all! It was perfect.”

She chewed on her lip before smiling at me.

“Thanks, uhm, maybe we could work on something together sometime? After the article you’re working on right now, of course,” she suggested. 

I grinned at the girl.

“Of course!”

“Okay! I’ll see you around, Y/n.” She exited the room with a soft smile, and left me to finish my salad. 

I was glad to have finally made a girl friend, especially someone who could potentially help me with my writing. I finished my salad-making, returning to my desk and immediately conversing with Dean.

“So,” I began, shoveling the lettuce into my mouth. “Any new office drama we can talk about while we’re on lunch?” 

The people that usually sat beside us had gone off to some restaurant down the block from the office, leaving Dean and I by ourselves at the table.

“George heard two people goin’ at it in one of the conference rooms earlier,” Dean shared with a laugh, his blue eyes softening in humor.

Hearing him mention George made me wonder if George had told Dean about me. I brushed this thought off, knowing it’d result in unnecessary anxiety.

“Do people usually have sex in the office?” I asked, lowering my voice.

He shrugged.

“Sometimes, I guess, but George works on the third floor with the most empty offices, so he hears about it more than me, I’m sure.”

I shoveled more salad into my mouth, as I pondered what it’d be like having sex at the office. Having sex on one of the empty conference tables and risking someone coming in or hearing, or doing it on a desk after everyone’s gone, the building empty and the bright lights of New York lighting up the office through the windows; my legs were quivering at the memory of George’s tongue and imagining how he could fuck me at the office. It’d be so scandalous, so risky, but why did I like thinking about it?

“Y/n?”

I brought my head up to the brunette, observing his confused expression.

“What?” 

“I asked how the article’s going,” he repeated.

Shit, did I space out that bad?

“Oh, it’s going well,” I stammered. 

“Don’t be nervous about it, I’m sure Connie’s going to love it,” he reassured me, his expressions softening with concern.

I was not just spacing out due to anxiety from the article, but I led him to believe so because I was sure as hell not going to tell what I was really thinking about.

“You’re right,” I agreed.

I shoveled the last of the lettuce into my mouth, the fork lingering in my mouth as I thought of George’s lips; I missed the taste of him. 

I wondered where his office was; I wanted needed to see him. I needed to feel his lips against mine, I needed to feel his hands explore my body, I needed something to relieve the aching between my legs. 

“I’ll be back, I’m going to go to the bathroom,” I announced, grabbing my phone and quickly exiting the office. 

I scurried into the elevator, pressing the third floor button and opening my front camera on my phone to perfect my appearance. I ran my fingers through my hair, teasing my roots to make my locks look tousled and sexy. As the elevator stilled, the doors opened, and I headed down the hallway, hoping for a sign that had George’s name on it for navigation. There was an open room with tables of desks like my floor, but it was much smaller, revealing the small amount of people in the art department.

It led to a hallway with several rooms on each side, as I slowly walked down and turned my head to each door in hopes of seeing his name or his face somewhere. I was finally introduced to a wooden door with “George MacKay” written on it. My cheeks flushed, and I knocked on the door with my knuckles. I heard footsteps as my heart raced, his door swinging open and revealing his face. 

His hair was in perfect form, his locks styled effortlessly while he was dressed in a light blue button up and slacks, his blue shirt making his eyes look even lighter. His shirt fit his torso just right and his sleeves were rolled up, revealing the veins that trickled up his arms. I licked my lips at the sight of him, as he fisted my shirt and pulled me inside of his office, kicking his door closed.

“I have to say, this is the best surprise I’ve gotten in a while,” he muttered, his eyes looking me up and down. 

His hands wrapped around my waist, going to my lower back as his face inched towards mine. I felt his warm minty breath welcome me, already relieving my craving for him. I moved my nose to gently nudge his, before my lips attacked him. I couldn’t hold back anymore; George took away any self control I'd had in the past. 

My hands went to cup his face before snaking around his neck. I felt his hands travel down to my ass, squeezing it, causing me to moan into his lips. I pulled on his hair instinctively, slipping my tongue into his mouth. He began walking, making me walk backwards until my back hit the desk. I pulled away, as I sat myself on it without thinking, scrunching my skirt up to my waist so that my legs could open for him to stand in between them. He stood himself between my legs once I’d given him access, staring at me momentarily. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were swollen as he stared intently at me.

“What do you want to do, Y/n?”

I chewed on my lip. There was no way in hell that George and I’s first time would be at my work. But, I needed a relief; the ache between my legs was too much, almost painful at this point. 

“Can you make me feel good?” I whimpered confidently, my fingers threading through his locks as we looked at each other.

His eyebrows furrowed and he nodded, his cheeks turning pink at my request. 

“How do you want me to make you feel good, love?” he asked, his hand coming up to cup my face. 

He slipped his thumb between my lips, surprising me. Without thinking, I swirled my tongue around his finger and gently sucked on it. His eye lids drooped as he watched me in awe, probably imagining my mouth on his cock. I opened my mouth as he removed his thumb and I looked at him innocently. 

“Your fingers, George. Please,” I begged.

Still gazing at me, he lowered his hand, pushing my panties to the side with his index finger. 

“Your wish is my command,” he whispered, the pad of his thumb running down straight to my clit.

My hips bucked at the action, and he attached his lips to mine to swallow all of my moans. He rubbed circles on the sensitive bud before running his finger through my folds. My fingers knitted themselves into his hair as he teased my entrance, driving me absolutely insane. His finger slid into me easily due to how wet I was, how wet he had made me. He pulled his lips away from me, using his free hand to insert a finger into my mouth. I sucked on it, as I tried not to let any moans escape my mouth while he attached his lips to my neck. His thumb began picking up its pace, his finger curling into me faster. I gently nibbled on his fingers as my stomach began to twist, my legs sticking straight outward and trembling. The delicious pleasure was building and building, and I wasn’t sure how long I could last. 

“You gonna cum, angel?” 

Angel.

I cried out against his finger with a closed mouth, hitting my climax as I came undone onto his fingers. My jaw went slack as I rode out my high, fingers threading themselves and pulling on his hair for dear life. My body spasmed against him, overwhelmed with pleasure. Once my legs finally relaxed, he slowly removed his fingers from my heat, and latched his digits into his mouth. He hummed, sucking me off of his fingers as I watched him in awe. He removed his fingers from his mouth, before grabbing some tissues off of his desk.

“I’m gonna clean you up, okay, love?” He informed me, looking at me for permission.

I nodded, watching as he got onto his knees and began gently wiping my pussy with the tissues. My breath hitched at the contact, sensitive after my climax. I watched him as he looked intently at my heat, concentrating, as he strategically cleaned where I’d been dripping. 

“I wish I could’ve cleaned you up with my mouth, love, I hope you know that,” he admitted, looking up at me. 

I whimpered, looking down at him as he gazed at me with innocent blue eyes.

He pressed his lips against each side of my inner thigh, before standing up and tossing the tissues into his trash can. He returned between my legs, moving his palms to cup each side of my face.

“Y/f/n Y/l/n, you’re going to be the death of me,” he confessed with a chuckle. 

“Rest in peace, George MacKay,” I joked. “Cause: Y/f/n Y/l/n being too sexy.”

“That's for damn sure,” he moved to peck my lips, his fingers pulling down the bunched up fabric of my skirt. I held onto his shoulders as I stood up, needing extra support for my weak legs. 

I flattened the skirt, adjusting my top as well. “How do I look?” I attempted to brush through my hair with my fingers.

“You look perfect,” he smiled, pecking my lips again. “I wish we could see each other after work this week, but I’m supposed to visit Andrew at the rehabilitation center with Dean until he starts improving.”

My eyebrows furrowed and I brought my hand to his bicep, ignoring how muscular it felt.

“It’s okay,” I reassured him. “You have to be there for your friends.”

He looked down at me, his expression softening as I watched him examine my features. 

“Thank you, Y/n,” he said softly, his eyes returning back to mine. “You’re one fucking amazing woman.” He grinned, crinkles appearing next to his eyes.

My cheeks flushed as I fought back the urge to melt straight into the floor; I felt like I could have passed out if I hadn’t forced myself to remain composed and on my two feet. 

“I’m not all that special,” I assured him. “I’d say I’m pretty much just an average millennial woman.”

He rolled his eyes. “But you’re not,” he argued. “You’re so fucking intelligent and determined, it truly baffles me. Most adults go into work, because they have to; you come into work everyday, prepared to blow everybody’s fucking minds, no matter what it takes.”

He brought his hand up to his face, the pad of his thumb stroking my bottom lip. “You have these little quirks, like, you chew on your bottom lip whenever you’re nervous or focusing on something.” He poked my cheek with his finger, causing me to smile. “You have these adorable little dimples.” He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “You roll your eyes all the time, too, which could get you in trouble one of these days, love.”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes, not wanting to prove him right. I shook my head instead.

“You’re stubborn too,” he added, noticing my expression. “But, I think you’re the most kind and forgiving woman I’ve ever met; I don’t think I know someone who could forgive their roommate for the shit she’s done to you,” he admitted. “But you want to see the good in every person.”

My eyebrows furrowed at the accuracy of his observations.

“How do you know all of this?” I interrogated, my eyes squinting in suspicion.

He smiled softly. “I notice all of the little things about you, love. They’re hard to miss when I’m with you.”

I bit back my giddy smile. “I notice a lot of the little things about you, too, George.”

He stepped closer to me. “Like what?” he chided with a smirk.

I brought my fingers to the sides of his eyes–careful enough not to touch his bruised eye–mimicking his previous actions. “The crinkles by your eyes whenever you smile or laugh.” I moved my finger to his nose, gently running along the bridge of it. “The way your nostrils flare whenever you’re concentrated or confused.” I poked the small freckles that were sprinkled along his nose. “These adorable freckles.” I could see him blush under my touch. My fingers went up to trace his right eyebrow. “Your eyebrows furrow whenever you’re focused on something.” My fingers moved down to his arm, tracing the veins. “The way your veins travel from the backs of your hands to your forearms.”

My palm moved back up to his face, cupping his cheek as I stared into his blue piercing eyes that gazed back at me.

“You’re incredibly loyal, and as much as you may not want to admit it, you’re hardworking and you love your job.” I stroked the small freckles along his cheek with my thumb. “I notice all of the little things about you, too. They’re hard to miss whenever I’m with you,” I rephrased his words sincerely with a whisper. 

I watched his Adam’s apple rise and fall, as he gulped and stared at me with an intense expression. 

“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Y/n.”

#george mackay #george mackay x reader #x reader #x reader fic #fanfic #1917 #1917 cast #dean charles chapman

[peter-parkourwrites]

Searching For Forever ~ Part 1 (Peter Parker x Stark!FemReader)

Warnings: Swearing,, mediocre writing, uh angst ig??

Summary: When everything seems almost too perfect, your family is starting to fall to pieces. Your father chooses his path, and Steve chooses the opposite, and you’re in the middle of it all. Only confiding in your best friend who just so happens to be everyones favorite Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, and the one you fall for.

Part 2 is here

A/N: Hi!! Part 1 is here!! I hope you all love it as much as I do, thank you for reading. I am going to hopefully have part 2 up sometime next week. I will let you all know the night before I post it. Enjoy! Love you all,, xx ~ Devyn <3

Civil War Part 1 -

“Miss Stark?” FRIDAY’s voice rang through your ears. You lay disheveled on your floor. Hair up in a messy bun, and stains covering your clothes of chemicals, food, and water.

“Yes, Friday?” You called back as you jotted down another equation into your notebook for later solving. School was most certainly your least favorite thing, well, that and your dad being mad at you. Your father, Tony Stark a world-famous billionaire and genius, and he loved to add onto that with ‘playboy and philanthropist.’ While the last part was true he had now had a steady relationship going with Pepper Potts. When you were dropped off at your father’s house at the age of three, by your mother, Pepper had been the one to whip Tony into shape and made him realize he had a responsibility now. You.

“Your father is asking if you could join him for something to eat.”

“Eat? It’s only three…”

“Miss, it’s seven o’clock. He said dinner is ready and he needs to discuss some things with you.” You pushed yourself up off the floor and closed the notebook, making sure to mark your place with a pencil.

“I swear if this is about me stealing all of Caps sweatshirts again…” You grumbled and walked out of your room after putting on a clean shirt. You feet collided with the cool marble flooring, a soft pitter-patter echoing off the walls of the tower. As the elevator whirred and took you down to the dining area, you picked at your cubicles, a nervous tick you had picked up since you had found out your dad was Iron Man. You had snuck into his lab one night when you were seven. Trouble sleeping and lack of comfort from him led you to where you were standing in the lab. Your jaw hits the floor, the teddy bear in your hand, -who you ironically named snuffles because really what kid didn’t have a weird name for their stuffed bears- had hit the floor with a gentle thud. Right in front of your eyes was your father testing out his new suit, DUM-E right by his side holding up a fire extinguisher.

~

“YOU'RE IRON MAN?!” Your voice filled the lab, and Tony jumped slightly, one of his arms getting knocked loose from the suit.

“(Y/N)!” He hissed, “What the hel-heck are you doing in here! You should be asleep!” Tony yelled, his face turning red from anger or embarrassment, you couldn’t really tell. You bent down and picked up snuffles drawing him into your chest as you held him close.

“I-I couldn’t s-sleep and Miss Potts isn’t here so…” You shrugged and Tony sighed, a greasy hand running through his hair as he climbed out of the suit. He sat down on a stool and motioned for you to walk over. A small smile graced your features as you happily walked up towards him, hair bobbing around as you jumped with every step. Tony let out a small chuckle as he wiped his hands with a rag and reached out for you. He lifted you up and sat you on his knee.

“Listen pumpkin, you can’t tell anyone about this. This is our little secret… okay?”

“Okay!” You cheered nodding at him and holding up your pinkie. He laughed and linked his with yours.

“You can’t tell anyone, not Miss Potts, Happy, your uncle Rhodey… no one. This is dangerous and I don’t want anyone to know.”

“But why not?” You asked moving your attention from the bear in your arms up to his face. Your big (y/e/c) doe eyes made his heart warm at the sight.

“Because pumpkin, you could all get hurt. And I can’t let that happen. Especially not to you.”

“I’ll be fine daddy, you’re iron man!” You giggled and he shook his head a small laugh escaping past his lips. You were so young and had yet to figure out the dangers of this world. Tony wanted to keep it from you for as long as possible, he was going to protect you no matter the cost. His hand cupped the back of your small head as he gently pulled you closer to his chest.

“I love you.” He whispered and placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You smiled warmly and looked up at him.

“I love you too Papa.” You hummed and rested your head against his chest again, your eyes scanning the room around you as you asked, “Does this mean I get my own suit now?”

“No.” He stated, before laughing softly. “You’re too young, and-”

“Then can I try on your suit?!” You cried out, raising your head from his chest and giving him a goofy grin. He let out a defeated sigh and shook his head.

“Not tonight pumpkin, it’s time for bed.”

~

“(Y/n)!” Your father’s cheery voice filled your ears as the elevator doors slid open.

“Hey Old Man, Miss Potts.” You greeted the pair as you walked up to the kitchen island and climbed up onto one of the obnoxiously high stools.

“(y/n/n), sweetie how many times have I told you to call me Pepper?” Pepper said, looking over at you with a teasing smile. You chuckled nervously and shrugged.

“Heh, sorry force of habit I guess… Anyways uh what’s for dinner?”

“Cheeseburgers and I made them.” Tony grinned and you sighed shaking your head.

“Well, Pepper guess we had better start apartment searching.” You said nudging the blonde woman's arm. She laughed and nodded in agreement.

“I’ll call the relators now.”

“No no no! There is no need for that. I didn’t even burn the kitchen down!”

“Yeah, this time! Besides for all we know this could be an illusion Old Man.”

“Oh, can it. I know what I’m doing.” He grumbled turning away from the both of you and grabbing the plates. He handed them out before sitting down across from you. You looked down at the burger and fries sitting beside it. You tossed a fry into your mouth and chewed, before picking up the burger. Your eyes flickered from the burger to Pepper who was looking over at you as well. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you bite into it.

You placed it down again and nodded, your eyes meeting the cheerful face of your father.

“It’s… really good. Nice job Dad.” You said with a smile as he gave you a goofy grin and cheered.

“I knew it! Now next time you underestimate my cooking you’ll be eating rats.”

“Dad!” you screeched, “Tony!” Pepper and you called at the same time making you chuckle a bit.

“Oh whatever anyways, what I needed to talk about Uhm…” Tony cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “Do you remember a few days ago your Uncle Steve and crew went to Lagos.”

“Yeah…”

“Well, Wanda… she uh. She basically contained the blast but she threw it upward near a building, which was full of Wakandan humanitarian workers.”

“Wait wait so, Rumlow the guy I told you looked like a bad guy, tried to steal that staff thing or whatever it was, and then blew himself up, causing Wanda to hurt Wakandans?”

“Yes, now we have some of it under control. We are getting word to Wakanda and they will be handling everything with the families but, Secretary Ross-”

“I hate that guy…” You grumbled taking another bite of food.

“So do I pumpkin, but he informed all of us that we need to have a meeting about what happened. So the rest of the team is coming back soon, and we will have a meeting tomorrow night.” Tony said as he took the last bite of his burger and sighed. “So just be prepared for anything to happen.”

“Already am Dad.” You said with a reassuring smile as you stood up and put your plate in the sink. “Besides you guys will work it out and come up with a solution together, you always do.” You said walking back over to him and placing a small kiss to his cheek. He smiled and hugged you before standing up. “I’m gonna get back to work… I’ll see you two in the morning, night Pepper, night Dad.”

“Goodnight (y/n), sleep well.” Pepper said as she poured herself a cup of tea. You smiled at her and waved before walking over to the elevator.

“Night Pumpkin!” Tony called off as you walked into the elevator. A small smile curled on your lips as the doors slid shut. You hit the button for your floor and up went the elevator with a quiet whir.

-

“(Y/N)?! Hellooooo?” Ned snapped his fingers in your face making you jump. You brought the palms of your hands up to your eyes and rubbed them gently before looking up across the table at him and Peter with an apologetic grin.

“Sorry Ned, uh what was that?” You asked bringing your pencil up to your face and tapping it against your lip.

Last night all seemed like one big blur. You had gone back up to your room and sat down in front of your Ap Physics homework, the equations jumbled together in your head, mixing with thoughts of how the meeting tomorrow would play out. Everything was a mess. You tried calling Steve but he sent you straight to voicemail. You assumed it was because technology was never his strong suit, but when you had called Nat she told you he was sitting alone on the jet by himself and refusing to speak. Which was never a good time in anyone’s case. And it didn’t help the fact that Wanda refused to talk to anyone either, leaving Sam and Nat to chat amongst themselves or sleep. Which Nat had problems with in the first place. So the two of you remained talking for most of the night, she explained what happened during the mission, and how she took down some of his men after chasing them through the crowded village streets. A real mess, the mission actually turned out to be, even if they did stop Rumlow… sort of. You knew this whole thing was going to be one huge lawsuit, and mess to clean up. Nat had urged you to sleep after talking until three am, and when you argued she hung up, leaving you to sit and ponder for a while until your alarm blared twenty minutes after you fell asleep. You had no clue you were awake that long, figuring you were dreaming when in reality you sat alone with your clouded and messy thoughts. They ran a mile a minute and nothing made sense. Not then, and certainly not now as you sat across from a rambling Ned and Peter in study hall.

“I asked if later tonight you wanted to come over to Peters with us and watch Star Wars? Right, Pete.” Ned asked, giving the blushing boy beside him a knowing glance before turning back to you.

“Oh uh yeah, yep. We were gonna grab sandwiches from Delmars on the way back along with some snacks and just hang out like we used to before…” He gulped and faked winced. “SAT’s.” You chuckled softly at his dramatic performance and leaned back in your chair, a yawn escaping past your somewhat chapped lips, after licking them nervously all day long.

“I would love to!” The boys perked up at that sentence, “But I can’t… I need to be at home. My father has a meeting tonight.” The boys frowned in sync before Peter’s face seemed to light up and a glimmer of hope shown in his eyes.

“Wait do you have to be there? Like will the world end if you’re not?”

“Dude, she said no. Her dad is Tony Stark I mean I don’t think she’d be able to get out of it anyways.” Ned’s disappointment was seemingly making you and Peter upset, but Peter did have a good point.

“Actually, Pete’s right. I can just call and ask him. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind, as long as I’m home by ten. Which won’t be a problem with Happy.” They nodded their heads eagerly and you shook your head with a small chuckle, opting to call your father later and going back to your studies.

“‘Sup Losers.” Mj stated as she dropped her sketchbook on the table open to a freshly drawn image of you. As your brow raised in confusion, you reached over and picked up the book, your eyes skimming over the charcoal drawing and chuckling softly to yourself before handing it back to her.  

“Hey Michelle, I guess I was another one of your ‘muses’ again? What was it this time, me being dead tired, or over-stressed?”

“A bit of both, Stark. You always have an interesting expression. Hard to read but not impossible.” She said before closing her book and slinking back in her chair as her gaze fixated on Ned and Peter. “I think your nerds are broken, (Y/N/N).” You looked up and rolled your eyes realizing Peter and Ned’s mouths were agape, and they had confused looks on their faces.

“Ahem, Peter… Ned, this is Michelle. She’s in my art appreciation class.”

“My friends call me MJ.” She said pushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

“So… why doesn’t (Y/N) call you MJ?” Peter asked, raising a brow as he looked between the both of you. MJ let out an annoyed huff while you chuckled.

“Well, I forget sometimes.”

“No, it’s because you’re a loser like them and do it to annoy me.” MJ chimed in with a small smirk as she pulled out her notebook.

“Hey! We are not losers!” Peter squeaked making you laugh, and shrug.

“Yes you are, we all are. Right MJ?” You said looking over at her with a playful smirk.

“Nah (Y/N/N) you are because you hang out with them.”

“What’re you doing right now?” You asked leaning forward in your chair to reach for a pretzel from Peter’s snack bag.

“Touche Stark, Touche… Anyways going back to art, did you finish your assignment yet?” MJ spoke up as she began jotting down notes in her book.

“Haha no. I don’t know how I’ll get any photos of Spider-Man for the school paper. One no one reads that and two, I’m not even allowed out into the city!” You cried, wincing as people around your table shushed you. You shot them an apologetic smile before continuing. “I mean I live with the Avengers for god’s sake and I haven’t even met him. My dad talks about him and his work all the time. Although, he’s never actually met him… that much I know.” Your gaze flickered up to Peter for a moment as he shifted somewhat uncomfortably in his seat, before focusing on Ned as he spoke up.

“You know the only reason they want those photos is because for whatever, stupid… very stupid reason, Flash runs it and he wants those photos, and he thinks people will read it.”

“I swear he’s so gay for Spider-Man.” You joked as Peter let out an obnoxiously loud laugh. The three of you turned to look at him and waited for him to explain what the hell it was about.

“Uh… ahem, sorry I was thinking about a cat video on youtube… yeah…”

“Okay…? Well, I’ll leave you weirdos to it.” MJ said, standing up and gathering her things.

“What so were just weirdos now?”

“Yeah gotta keep you on your toes Stark. Now, are you coming with me to grab an early lunch or are you just gonna starve till third?”

“Nope, on my way. Bye, Ned and Peter! I’ll see you after school, yeah?” You asked pushing your chair in and walking off towards MJ as they called back.

“Yeah bye (Y/N)!” Ned called.

“B-bye (Y/N/N)!” Peter called before immediately looking down towards his notes. Ned rolled his eyes and elbowed him, hard. “Dude!” Peter hissed, looking towards his best friend.

“When are you going to tell her that you like her? We have known her since middle school, and you’ve had the biggest crush on her since then.”

“I have not!” Peter retorted before messily scribbling down the last of his homework.

“Yes, you have. Just tell her!”

“No, Ned! She can’t know, one her dad would track me down and kill me if I ever hurt her, and I really don’t need any avengers coming for my ass, and two she’s out of my league!”

“Peter if she’s out of your league then so am I. I mean come on, she chooses to hang out with us, she doesn’t have to. Hell when you dropped your orange juice all over her on the first day of sixth grade she could have hated you and had her dad kill you then for ruining her converse and she didn’t, she smiled and helped you clean it up. You were so frazzled you couldn’t even figure out how to wipe up a liquid.”

“Yeah because she was so sweet about it and ask if I was okay. I should have been asking her that.”

“Exactly! So tell her, or I will.” Ned joked before closing his textbook and standing up, as Peter stuffed his books into his bag.

“Ned, no. God, it’s just… complicated, look I’ll talk to you later I gotta get to class.” Peter muttered before rushing off down the hallway.

“Look (Y/N/N), all I’m saying is you could avoid getting yelled at by Miss Henderson if you didn’t question her teaching methods all the time.” MJ said as she closed her locker and looked over at you with crossed arms.

“Well it’s not my fault she barely knows the difference between oil paintbrushes and acrylic.”

“There is little to no difference!”

“But there is still a difference!”

“A difference in what?” Ned asked as him and Peter approached you. A soft groan fell from your lips as you pushed yourself up from your locker.

“It’s nothing, uh I’m basically ready to leave just have to ask my dad. I’ll see ya later MJ?” You asked raising a brow up at your dark-haired friend. She nodded, saluting you playfully before walking off.

“Sounds good, we'll meet you out front yeah?” Peter asked shooting you a small smile. You nodded and pulled out your phone when they walked off. You scrolled through your contacts and clicked on Tonys, it rang a few times before he picked up.

“Hey pumpkin, everything alright?”

“Hey Dad, yeah I’m fine. How’re things over there?” You asked biting at your nails from nervousness. He was silent for a few minutes before letting out a small sigh.

“Messy… uh I mean everyone is resting right now. We were shown something called the Sokovia Accords that the UN wants to pass.”

“What do they have to do with you guys?” You asked, walking towards the front doors that led outside.

“It’s a lot actually… I Uhm, they want to oversee us. The world sees us as a threat more than saviors. Which is understandable but they are hosting a meeting in Vienna and I need you to go with Nat, I can’t attend and neither can Pepper.”

“Wait but dad I-I have school?!”

“Not like you haven’t missed it before kid. You’ll be fine. But you leave tomorrow morning.”

“Fine, but if I miss any big tests and fail I am blaming you. But I was actually calling to ask about tonight. Can I go over to Peter’s? Ned and him want to watch Star Wars and study.”

“Wow, how entertaining…”

“Dad, I can hear the sarcasm dripping from your voice.”

“That’s the point, but I suppose just be back bef-”

“Before ten, yeah yeah I know the drill. Bye Tin Can love you!”

“Love you too, be safe,” Tony said before hanging up. You sighed and pocketed your phone before walking outside.

What in the hell could the Sokovia Accords even mean? And why do Nat and I have to go to a conference in Vienna?! And if we live here why the fuck does the UN want to try and control us… All these thoughts flooded your mind. I mean really what the hell could the United Nations do? Your entire family did save New York and the rest of the world from impending doom from Loki, and you even helped. Sure you weren’t out there with the rest of the action but you helped back at the tower. You kept tabs on everyone, checked their vitals out in the field all while in the comfort of your fathers' lab. Sure you didn’t fly into space and destroy the entryway like your father had, but you did what you could, and it was enough.

“He said it was cool, you ready to head out?” You asked, walking up to Peter and Ned as they chatted away about legos. You let a small chuckle slip past your lips as they turned and gave you a horrified look. “Relax nerds, I won’t tell Flash about your lego escapades. Now let’s get those sandwiches I am starving.” Peter let out a nervous chuckle before nodding.

“You’re telling me… I woke up late and didn’t eat breakfast.” Peter admitted as you all began to walk towards the infamous sandwich shop.

“Pete, you know May hates that.” Ned said with a small laugh as he walked turned onto the street leading away from Midtown.

“I’m surprised she didn’t ground you. I mean I remember that one time she found out when we were over at Neds and she made you go back home immediately.” You added nudging Ned slightly who broke out into a fit of laughter at the memory.

“Yeah yeah, I remember you were in such a rush your glasses fell off your face and you stepped on them.”

“Yeah which May was only more mad about. But I mean she knows this time she just isn’t happy about it.” Peter grumbled kicking at a stone on the sidewalk. You chuckled and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Well, we can make up for it with subs and junk food.” You said with a content sigh, as you all walked off towards the shop. Conversations ensued about many things, homework, what classes were really bothering you, Flash’s shitty teasing, and whether or not Mr. Harrington and his wife were going to last. It seemed like every class the poor guy had a new sob story about something shitty she ended up doing.

“Listen, all I’m saying is if she doesn’t love him anymore leave don’t lie to the poor man,” Peter said as he held the door open and let Ned and yourself walk in. You took in the smell of fresh bread and deli meats, a gentle hum of delight escaping your lips

“Peter it’s way more complicated than that.” Ned said as you walked up to the counter to pet the cat.

“He does have a point, Peter, I mean there’s divorce papers, lawyers, court, and who even knows if they signed a prenup. Probably not with how she treats the poor dude.”

“How who treats who?” Mr. Delmar’s voice rang through your ears, and a smile perked at the sides of your mouth.

“Delmar! My man, what's up?” You said scratching behind the cats' ears once more before walking over to the main counter, Ned and Peter following beside you.

“Eh working, sick of teenagers, what else is new. I see you’re still hanging with my least favorite customers.” He teased motioning towards Peter and Ned. You laughed and shrugged as they let out fake gasps.

“Mr. Delmar, I will have you know if it weren’t for Ned and I’s reviews on Yelp you wouldn't be named the best sandwich shop in Queens!” Peter said grinning and resting his arm on your shoulder. A small blush crept up your neck and onto your cheeks, looking anywhere but Peter’s chocolate brown eyes. Taking a deep breath, you compose yourself and rolled your eyes, scoffing slightly at his comment.

“Yeah okay Pete, anyways the usual please!” You said with a small grin as Mr. Delmar chuckled and got to work.

“I’m smashing down all of them real flat… correct?”

“Yes.” You all said in unison. Ned simply shrugged before taking out his phone and typing away. Peter grabbed a bag of Doritos, and some gummy worms to eat for later, and Ned grabbed a pack of starbursts and lays. You pondered the choices for a moment before grabbing a bag of Fritos and gummy bears, along with some chips for Sam, who always complained when you never got him any.

After Mr. Delmar handed you the sandwiches, you took them with a warm smile and said goodbye before heading out and walking off to Peters. Once at Peters, the TV was switched on to Star Wars A New Hope, and you all studied away, ate snacks, and joked. Occasionally your eyes would flicker to the movie, and then back to your paper in front of you.

You jumped slightly when your phone buzzed on the coffee table beside you. You huffed slightly noticing it was 9 o’clock meaning Happy was here. You brought the phone up to your ear and spoke up.

“Hey, Hap.”

“You’re late.”

“No you’re early the drive from Peter’s to the Tower is half an hour tops.”

“Oh whatever kid, your dad wanted me to get you so let's get a move on. I have your favorite waiting for you.”

“(Y/F/F)! Okay, I’ll be right down. Bye Hap!” You called into the phone before shoving it into the pocket of your jeans. You looked up at Ned and Peter who sat noses buried in books. A small chuckle fell past your lips as you grabbed your books and shoved them into your backpack. “Bye dorks see ya later.” You said slinging your bag over your shoulder. You laughed when they just gave you simple grunts as a response. “Bye May! Thank you for letting me over!” You called off as you walked up to the door and opened it.

“Bye (Y/N)! Come by any time!” May called from the kitchen. You smiled to yourself and shut the door behind you and raced down the steps of his apartment building.

You threw the door open to the car and Happy dropped his phone from his hands and turned to you, his face slightly pale as he looked at you like you had three heads.

“Jeez Hap, head of security getting scared by a teenage girl? Dad should know about this don’t ya think?” You chuckled and tossed your bag into the back seat, and climbed into the passenger's seat. He scoffed and handed you your food.

“Please, Tony wouldn’t know his ass from his head if I wasn’t around.”

“I think you’re confusing yourself with Pepper… but true. I mean I know I would be okay but my dad? Ha, no.” You said as you took a bite from the food and looked over at him. Happy pulled out of the parking space and began driving down the main roads back to the tower.

“Please kid, I remember you called me sobbing because you killed a bird with Clint’s arrows, after stealing them, and you thought it was a person. Then when I told you it wasn’t a person you made me plan a funeral.”

“Oh so what you’re saying is I can’t plan a funeral for a bird on my own?” You joked with a small laugh as Happy simply shook his head and chuckled softly before merging onto the highway. You let out a small sigh as you finish off the meal and leaned back in your seat.

“So, do you know anything about this trip to Vienna?”

“Not much, your dad told me it was basically about the accords, and you’re going to represent him and Stark Industries there tomorrow since he can’t go. I think he wants you and Nat to sign them? I don’t know for sure but all I know is Cap is completely against it. Thinks you should all have free will to take down threats.” Happy said as he turned down the main road of the tower and pulled into the garage.

“So Steve…?” You raised a brow and looked over at him as he let out a small sigh.

“Him and your dad never… got along well, but I think this is going to be worse than any threat we will face in the future.” You gulped at his words and nervously began to pick at your nails. ‘What the hell did Ross do?’ You thought to yourself. The Avengers as a group always just kind of… clicked. Sure your father and Steve did butt heads about a lot. You were the one to originally bring Steve to your fathers' attention, the super-soldier, frozen in the ice for years. I mean, why wouldn’t that be interesting? But according to your dad, it just meant bad things. You had grown up around those ‘bad things’ and sure your life wasn’t perfect, but no one’s was. But when you met Steve he didn’t come off as a threat. Sure he needed a little help around the edges of figuring out the new era he was suddenly thrown into, especially with wardrobe and hair cuts… But you and Steve always remained close, you would show him around New York, show him old movies and all the new memes. Although he didn’t understand it meant a lot to you that he tried and cared enough to do so. Steve was like another father to you, an uncle. He wasn’t some stranger who worked with your father, he was family. All of the Avengers are your family… and Ross will be damned if he thinks he can split it apart.

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[5evahbeyou]

THE BIG FOUR:AND THE MISSING GEM (BOOK 1)

Chapter 10: Team Planning

Rapunzel’s POV: 

After the dragon racing, it took a lot of effort to push Merida to do something. Perhaps it’s because of how she felt about the dragon racing, or so we thought. “I told ye guys, I can’ walk!” “Oh come on red, you’ve been cooped up in the Phoenixs’ house for a week now!” Jack said, trying to pull up Merida from the coach. “Honestly Jack, ye can’ just leave me alone for another week! I told ye, my body aches from the flyin’!” Merida said, as she roughly kicked Jack away from her causing Jack to stumble. “What did you even do to get to this state anyways?” I said, wrapping my hair at the exact location merida is pointing where it aches. “Even ya Punzie? Mor’du help me.” “Don’t push away the question red-head.” Jack said, sitting down as he twirls around his staff. I sang as my hair glows from the roots to the tip of my hair. “Like I said a few days ago, I went out after te Dragon racing.” All of us raised our eyebrows as we looked at each other before looking back at Merida. 

“ And I had uhm, caught into a problem so I had te fend me self.” So that’s news for us. what problem was it?” Hiccup asked, pushing Merida to tell us but to no avail. “It was no biggie, Kryton was with me. Das why me body aches till now.” Merida said, removing my hair from parts of her body as she tries to move slowly but surely. “Ye done this couple of times now, it ain’ workin’ I’m tellin’ ye.” Merida started, gasping as one part of her body still ached even after wrapping it with my hair. “Maybe you should see Professor Strongbear?” Hiccup asked, as we both help Merida settle down gently to the couch. Suddenly Jack came walking at us, shoving both of us out of the way. “Jack, what’s the problem?” I asked, a little shock to his sudden action. Jack scan Merida’s body, until he finally caught a glance at Merida’s neck. “Did someone bit you?” “No, but I do remember bein’ stung last time.” She said, rubbing the sore place. “We gotta get you to Strongbear ASAP. Come on Hiccup, help me carry her.” Jack said, Hiccup nodded and quickly went to Merida’s side to support her. “I knew it, If you can’t tell us something sooner, you’d be dead by now.” Jack blurted, The shock in all of our face was shown whilst I opened the door for them. Closing it as soon as they got out, I quickly went beside Jack. “What do you mean ‘dead’?” “There’s a small purplish spot on her neck. It’s not some paint nor ink, it’s one of Pitchs’ weapon.” Merida looked at Jack horrified, “Wait, so am I goin’ te die?!” “Hmm, tell me princess, are you afraid of a train coming out of your body?” Jack asked, a smirk plastered on his face. Hiccup and I looked at each other, confuse to what he was referring to.

Merida’s POV: 

“AHHHH! Bloody Roaster!” I yelled, I didn’t asked for this. I swear to Mor’du myself that I’d rather get eaten by a pack of wolf than be in this situation. “Miss. Merida, I have you know, stating a foul word won’t help you.” Professor Strongbear said, as he did what he was doing for the past 30 minutes. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” “Oh shut yer pus Jack- GAHHHH!” I gasped, tighting my hold to Jacks’ arm. “Okay ow ow ow!” Jack said, trying to remove my hand from his arm. Hiccup on the other hand, was trying so hard not to laugh while pinning down my other arm. “And done!” Professor Strongbear said, as he got the last one out. I finally removed my hold to Jack, whilst Hiccup let go of my other arm. Professor Strongbear got a plaster and put it on my neck. I got up from the bed, and looked at the plate filled with dark wiggling worms. “Wha’ in Hackit is tha’?” I said as shivers ran throughout my body. Rapunzel twirled her hair around my neck, “Come on, let’s heal it quicker.” She said, which I obliged her to do. As her golden hair glow, Professor Strongbear got them in a small jar and closed it. “These are some rare parasites you have Merida. Where on Earth did you go to be able to have 5 parasitic worms in your neck?!” “A long story Professor, but wha’ is et?” “These are curvigris. A type of worm used to paralyze people. I haven’t seen one especially it has been extinct for-” “For 5,000.” Jack stated along as Professor Strongbear nodded in agreement. “Just rest up a bit, you’ll get better in no time. The toxins from the worms will be gone soon. In the meantime, I’ll leave you guys to take care of her.” Professor Strongbear said, and left us. The three then looked at me, as if I needed much more explaining to do. “Where did you go after the dragon racing?” “Who did you or what did you find?” “Speak up or I can spank you with a pan Merida.” Rapunzel said last, looking at me as she squints her eyes to be intimidating. “Okay fine! I’ll tell ye wha’ happened that night.” I looked at them and got out something from my pockets. A small fragment of a gem that glowed vividly. “Is that--” “Yes, it’s a small piece of the gem Eve was talkin’ about. Remember what she told us about it?” Rapunzel said, picking up the small piece, as she passsed it on to the others to looked at. “Why do you have a fragment of it?” Hiccup asked, passing it back to me. “Last night after the Dragon Racing..” 

F L A S H B A C K

Nobody’s POV: 

The night was chilly, after the gangs small get together for Hiccup and Merida’s mini party. They went to their seperate ways. Merida has thought of going back to her room when a small cry was heard. She looked around to see if someone was just playing with her hearing, but it happened again, causing her to leap from the sound. She went back inside and got on Kryton. She instructed Kryton to follow the sound. They finally landed on the farthest end of the forest. Merida followed it, Kryton follow pursuit as it also analyzes it surrounding. Until finally, a small glow of an object was illuminated by the Moonlight. Merida went closer, slowly as she tries to look for any traps or possible predators just waiting to jump on her. As she finally got closer, she circled the gem, seems to be floating above. As she was about to touch it, a small evil laugh was heard from behind them. Merida twirled around to find a shadow figure, eyes glowing from the dark. “W-Who are ye?!” Merida asked, but only a laugh was heard from the figure. Merida thought of her bow and arrow, but she have forgotten about it, a stupid part of her as what she said. “It seems, you’re just what my father have said, a little fiesty.” The dark figure said, as it moves ever so slowly in to the light. The figure slowly sown apart of its face. “I said, wha’ ye want?!” Merida said, signaling Kryton to be prepared if the figure does something stupid. “I’m no one, but perhaps, you’ll know me soon enough, my love.” The figure said, disappearing but suddenly was now closer to Merida. Merida twirled around to find the figure taller than her, much more pale, and eyes whiter than it should be. “For now, this is my gift for you.” The figure said, and slowly cares Meridas’ neck and before Merida could remove the person’s hands away, a stung caused her to stumble a little. She looked at the figure, holding her neck as it stung even worst that it should be. “Wha’ did ye do!?” Merida said, her breathe getting rougher by the second. The tall figure only laughed and slowly backed away from the light to finally disappearing. Kryton helped Merida to stand up, whimpering at her Masters state. “I’ll be alright ye big beby. Ugh, just, we gotta go back.” She said, and slowly got to Kryton. 

F L A S H B A C K E N D

To Be Continued

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Knock Knock! Yes it is I, Lord Farquaad, here to bring you the next update. Just kidding! Hey guys what is up?! It’s finally summer break and I had an inkling to update as soon as possible. I hope you guys like this chapter, it’s not much of an event but I tried, I still have a lot of things to think about especially our finals wasn’t pushed through because of the COVID happening. But no matter, I still am a reckless bad ass I am. 

Thank you guys so much for welcoming me back! I’ll have a story come up soon for the one shots *wenk wonk* If you have any request, feel free to leave a message at the tone *Stonks* What I meant is leave a message privately. Give me details for what you want. And that’s all it’s like 10:18PM here at my country. Guess I won’t be having a goodnight sleep again. 

Book 1:  CHAPTERS: 1 - 2 - 3(1) - 3(2) - 4(1) - 4(2) - 5(1) - 5(2) - 6(1) - 6(2) - 7(1) -7(2) - 8(1) - 8(2) - 9(1) - 9(2)

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[imajoonations]

Mechanism Pt. 2

Masterlist

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |

Word Count: 1,801

Warnings: None

"Eva...I know you're watching me~", I smirked as I took off my shirt. "Of course I am. I can watch through anything with a reflection. Why wouldn't I want to see this?" I chuckled at her response, "Did you give me this appearance because you find it more attractive?" I waited for her answer. "I can see the real you. This is my illusion." I turned to face the mirror with a playful smile, "but would you rather I looked like your illusion? It's quite handsome. This face and body." I heard her let out a frustrated sigh and pictured her precious face, "Don't be ridiculous." She clearly liked her creation even if she can see the real me. "Well I'm going to shower now, so quit watching perv." She playfully whined, "but you've been gone a whole week and I miss you~ Plus I saw you staring at the girl and it made me so jealous!" "Goodbye Iva." She reluctantly sighed and I felt as her energy left the mirror.

It was probably wrong for me to feel this way, but after spending many millennia with Eva, it's nice to be alone. I still haven't figured out how to perfect this world and that weighed heavily on my heart. However, tonight is something I looked forward to. It's a night with the guys. Plus, she would be there.

Sweet time transition??

"Joon I'm freezing! How much longer?" What this jerk promised to be quick was taking forever. We've been out in the cold for 20 minutes now. "I told you my friend ran back to his place real fast. We have to wait for him. He really wants to see you." I sighed and rolled my eyes, huddling closer to him for warmth, "well he's already making a bad first impression and I'll be a frozen dumb ass by the time he gets here." Joon chuckled as he took his scarf off and wrapped it around my head, "There now stop whining, you big baby." If you weren't so cute I would hurt you. Also I'm never giving this scarf back.

"Hey! Sorry. That took me longer than I thought." A boy said from behind me. I turned to look at him. 5'10. Bunny teeth. Twinkly eyes. "Hey! You're the guy from earlier!!" Namjoon looked at me with a puzzled look. "You know each other?" I couldn't help but giggle at him, he looked so butthurt. "No. Not really. He just asked for some bus money earlier. I'm y/n." He quickly returned my gentle bow, "I'm Jungkook, but everyone calls me Kookie." Our eyes locked and I can't help but smile at his twinkly eyes and fluffy hair. Cute! "Nice to meet you Kookie." Namjoon wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pushing himself into me, "you said you were cold. Let's go already." If I weren't about to implode from the contact I might have had something snappy to say back.

"Kookie?", he turned his head back to me with a raised eyebrow, "you're hair is wet...aren't you cold" He reached his hand up to grab at the ends of his hair, "No. I ran here so I am warm." I just shrugged and looked down at my feet. Namjoon reached down for my hand and softly says, "you're not worried if I'm cold." I squeezed his hand, "no cause you made me wait in the cold for your friend." Kookie chuckled softly, "rip dude." "Shut up Kookie", I could feel Namjoon tense beside me, "Uhm y/n...how come you never call me Joonie?" I looked up from my shoes to see a slightly hurt expression on his face, "cause you're older than me, I guess." It didn't ease him at all, it just made him frown more. "Yea, but I want you to."

I nodded my head and returned my gaze back to my feet. I didn't want him to see the blush that had risen to my cheeks. How lame would he think I am if I already have a crush on him after a week? We walked for a few minutes in silence. Kookie was slightly ahead of us and Namjoon was fiddling with my fingers in his hand. "Well this is it!" I looked up to see Namjoon gesturing to an apartment complex. It was simple, something you'd expect a college student to live in. He put in the code for the security gate to open, still refusing to let go of my hand. I turned my head so I wouldn't know the code. I guess, it's polite?

I looked back the way we had come to see a figure standing in the shadows. I gripped onto Namjoon's hand a little tighter and placed my other hand around his arm. He pulled me inside the gate with a smile. It was hard not to smile back. "Come on! You're going to love my friends." I chuckled nervously. "How many friends exactly?" I glanced back to where I saw the figure, but I didn't see anyone. My eyes must be playing tricks on me.

"Yay!! You guys are back. Oh...hi. Who's this?", a very cute energetic guy ran up to us at the door. "Guys this is y/n. Be nice," I looked around to see 4 other guys, "Ok. Idiots introduce yourselves." The adorably, childish one who greeted us at the door said his name was Taehyung. The 2nd one, resting on the couch, simply said, "Yoongi", and didn’t even look our way. The third said his name was Hoseok, but said he liked Hobi better. The fourth, who was about my height, said his name was Jimin, he looked cute too. Actually, all the guys were very attractive in their own ways, making me feel like a potato.

"Where's Jin?", Kookie asked as he looked around the room. "He said he needed a shower after work.", Yoongi mumbled, he still refused to look at us. "I'm starving. Is food apart of tonight's plan?" Namjoon chuckled at me, "Right. You went to work right after class. What do you want? I'll order something." Taehyung came out of nowhere, pushing himself between me and Namjoon, "What about me? I didn't eat either~" I giggled at his childish behavior. It would probably be annoying if someone else did that, but with him it felt normal already. "Uhm...is anyone else hungry...?" The room pretty much was a chorus of yes and Namjoon sighed, "alright, but you guys better pay me back this time. Except you y/n."

Jimin tapped my arm and gave a quick eyebrow wiggle. "What?" He just smirked and walked off. Weird... "What should we get?" After a few minutes of arguing, we settled on pizza. Well, I wanted pizza at least and Namjoon is buying...so. "What's all the ruckus?" I looked to my right to see a really gorgeous, half naked god. "JIN! Put some clothes on!" Namjoon covered my eyes and I internally groaned because I was enjoying being a pervert, to be honest. Namjoon sighed removing his hand after Jin had left the room, "Well...now you've met Jin." Yea and you ruined the view. I nodded and claimed a spot on the couch, finally getting a look at Yoongi. Man...did I die and go to heaven? Everyone is seriously hot! "Stop staring." I immediately blushed and looked to my left to see Jimin smirking again. Crap.

It didn't take long for the food to get here and I was thankful because Jimin was quietly enjoying torturing me. It seemed like it was just his personality, but he was very flirtatious and I couldn't handle it. Not to mention Namjoon was being extra needy for my attention. It was all a bit overwhelming. Also Jin came back, but now he's fully clothed and I get to die of embarrassment because he was Mr. Kim, my manager. He definitely saw me drooling over him. Kill me!! At least Kookie and Taehyung were keeping each other busy with stupid games and bets. As for Yoongi, he was a bit like a rock. There, but blended in to his surroundings to be forgotten.

I glanced at my screen as I started to feel my eyes growing heavy. 11:39 PM. At least there's no classes tomorrow. "Do you want to stay the night? It's late and Jin already went to bed so he can't drive you back." I thought about it and honestly going back out into the cold sounds like a dumb idea. "Uhm. Where will I sleep?" I looked around to see everyone nestled onto all the comfy surfaces for sleeping. "Well you could always sleep with me?" I mentally died a bit inside and tried to keep my composure on the outside, "Joonie..." I could see the panic spread across his face, "if it makes you uncomfortable I could always sleep in Jin's room. There is a couch in there. Kind of small, but it'll do the trick." I grabbed his arm and softly smiled, "it's ok. I don't mind."

The worry lines in his forehead faded and he pulled me towards his room. I could feel my heartbeat in my toes. I know it's just sleeping next to a guy, but this guy is really hot. Sue me! He shut the door behind me and went over to his dresser, pulling out some clothes. "Here. There's a bathroom there." I went to the door he gestured to and locked the door. I looked around and it was nice. My mom always said if you want to get to know how dirty a boy is, look at his bathroom. I chuckled as I started to undress, but I felt uneasy, like someone was watching. Don't be ridiculous. You're the only one in here. I finished changing and opened the door to see Namjoon quietly waiting. "What?" He grinned and leaned down to my height, "you called me Joonie earlier." Internally, all the uh-oh alarms were going off as I realized that I called him that. "So? You asked me to."

He sighed and walked over to his bed and I followed him. "Dibs on the inside!" I said as I ran past him. "It's my bed..." Namjoon crawled in next to me, taking the inferior outer edge. "Yea and? You want me in your bed so deal with it." He smirked and leaned close to me, pressing his body against mine. Oh crud! Oh crud! Personal space! He looked at me with hooded eyes and his mouth gently hung open. I'm pretty sure the whole damn universe could hear my heartbeat at this point. "Don't flatter yourself ugly.", he rolled over, leaving me to stare at his back dumbfounded, "goodnight y/n~"

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[namisuki]

How can we dye our hair black from the inside out? #ChineseBlackSesameDESSERTSOUP.. Hey. I think I need to cut out the sweets for once and for all.. Hmm? I may think like this today but I will do the complete opposite when I feel the stress hormones surging through my veins again. Is that why my hands are starting to look veiny? Hmm. I want to go back to the past only to dig my own grave for my past self so I can be reborn again into the present moment the real. Me.. That is trying to pave her own way into a brighter future tomorrow. Hey. Let's go and be practical for once and forever. I mean.. Who's going to take care of my family but me yoooo? XD I mean who's going to take care of me but me

Duh

FACEPALM straight on my flat face. Let's go~ 🎤😭💬 I.... WONDER WHO U AREEEEE? I DON'T KNOW YOU~ BUT U MAKE ME WONDER WHOOO UUU RRRR LALALALALAAL... GOSH. Ooooooorrreaaallly what does being practical mean? It means u r having all your thousand hands like a Boddhisattva on this deck ⛵.. Dude I am about to go to the otherside in my imagination for now because who is this quarantine made for? Us human beings have... The right hemisphere for a reason.. It is for me to.. Cross.. Towards Euphoria... Because.. 💯✨✨✨I 👁️👃👁️👂this Peaceful Melody calling me in the left hemisphere of my brain hahahahahahahahahaahhahahahahaahhaahah XD dude. I feel like a total alien on this planet earth. Who's my captain hook maan..... Ok

Jaaa you

Goodnight. I love the song "Sorry" it reminds me not to feel sorry for myself but to actually make something out of my future..? Out of my present moment.. But my.. I seem to be everywhere right now. That is why..I don't speak or say a lot in real life. My words hold no meaning if they are not backed up by any actions. Let me take some action right now.. 🎬🎞️I don't like to cut corners but u may cut me some slack while I don't want to slack off so I have to take... Some action now... This is weird... Why do movies exist? I guess........... This is..... For me to find out. I want to be Sonmi... 45..1..?xd ha no.. I don't know. I don't want to be anyone but me.. That is liable to play different characters in a different.. Time zone.. Eh.. Anytime.. Call me.. Don't call me... I will pick up... This line is dead straight.. Haha hahahahahahha ha... Gosh. Bye! I get lost inside my own head. It is not funny anymore

The world must be brighter outside my head.. Hmm.. I wonder how my life looks like when I live from. My heart space? 🤔🤭😇🥳... 🤠🏇.. Ehhhtooooaaoaoaoaooa CD.... I ate his CD for breakfast and now I sound like a broken record hahahahahaahah k.. I have to get some 🎥 soul going on in my room because my room is... Seoullesssssswwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa dude. People that read this may that I am weird.. But maybe u are... This.. Really... No nonsense type of person like me.. But u know what... This kind of.. Doesn't make sense to. Me either but it does.. In a very weird.. Paradoxical way... I sneezed. Goodnight. Take care. I will do what I didn't do a few weeks ago. I am behind. But I will catch up. Don't Heinz me. Byebye! 😭😂✨✨😁✨✨✨😁😁✨✨✨✨🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅~ aserejee jee Haa jshajajana I forgot that song.. The ketchup song made me.. Boogy woogy... I forgot them lyrics do Ooooo hahahahahaahah OK. 🎶

I want to do a cover of the Rose's song or a cover of my beloved.... 🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫.... Eric Nampyeonieeeeeeeee.. I swear I do not dare to talk like this to him again, because this is kind of cringy? I actually dont want to be with u-ooh anymore because I don't love people that cheat on me? I don't even know you yet so how is this cheating? XD sassaeng 101.. Is what people will say but I don't mind. I think what matters most is that we are able to express how we truly feel without suffocating one another with our words. Ain't it right

Heeeeeh.. I don't think I am right but...for now I want to be myself again. Sigh. I am sick of hiding my heart inside a really suffocating chamber myself so... Hmm.. I miss this... Larger than life feeling I got when I was standing on the mountain top back in China. Ha. Or in Italy. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm........ Some people are experts in letting pasts be bygones but I don't think I am that great in it yet so let me start from now on. Honestly, I don't think anyone can just let bygones be bygones.. Without... Harboring some.. Thorns inside their own hearts.. Can they? XD I mean can we? Can I? Yes!.! A. A! Said yes we can. Yes I can. So yes we can. Alrighties. Ssssssleep well.... Use the time we have to build a stable foundation for the children of tomorrow~ duhuhuuhu... I can be one of them or I am one of them and so are you! No matter how old you are now. I am still convinced that we are all... Babies, turning into adults... Becoming grans and gramps of the universe.. Reaping or sowing tiny gems of wisdom into the planet earth 🌱🌲🌳🌴🌵🌾🌿☘️🍀🍃🎋🎄.. And what more? I know I can not be the person I wanted to be a while ago or I know that is trying to emerge from. Within me in just a split second because.. Like an onion.. I don't like to eat

U have to peel it one layer by one layer... Until u reach its core.. It is the essence that is able to kill our eyeballs with a fragrance that even garlic can't top... Off this vampire diary is ending now. I have to take care of. My psychical needs? Body now. My gums are bleeding red like the Rose I couldn't receive from Eric Nam a while ago lol. Hahahahah hahahaha. So I got a digital rose instead and honestly I am glad he sung that song because it got me like wooooo hahahahahahha. XD gosh. I have to buy myself a guitar for.. The birthday I wish I could attend a bit sooner than now.. But this date of birth is only starting... In September so.. Uhm.. Let's pray COVID-19 is ending soon so I can flyyyyyy away.... Save money

And... Uhhhhhmmm u know. There are a lots of places left for us as human beings to visit and a physical! Geographical location u can see, hear, taste or.. Feel or any other senses we can use to.. Discover planet earth is not one of them... I want to take everyone to Euphoria soon, with notes🎶 that will give me paper that means something to the society so I can pay my bills and live a happy and peaceful life with my hooman!.. MAN. MAN MAN MAN WHERE R THOU? OK. I DON'T NEED A MAN IS WHAT MODERN AGE WOMEN SAY IS WHAT I SAID TOO BUT OOOOLAAAAAAYAAAAJAKAKAKKAAKAKAKAKKAKAKAKA I JUST WANT A PSYCHOLOGIST I CAN TALK TO FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE IN ZE BATHROOM BECAUSE I NEED A SINK TO BRUSH MY TEETH IN NOW BECAUSE IT IS BED TIME. OK. go.. PEACHES and cream are nice but u know what sets avocado's on fire?...... Chilli pepper flakes in the form of gochugaruuUuUuuiu haru haru😂😂🤣😅🤭 hahahahah.... I need to see if I can find someone as gross as me... Just kiddink actually we don't ... P💩P.. We let go~ of our goals.. That do not benefit anyone but ourselves... Because we have to embrace the golden Middle way that is going to help us... All... Go Back to or come through this heaven's doooorr.... 🚽🧻🚪🎤😇🤝😇🎻🎼🌐☮️🎸🎷🥁🎹.. This sounds like a peaceful melody that I can jam to.. For.. Longer than... This evening is really weird. I literally did nothing but roam in my own head space and the only thing I found was something that my heart didn't want to see because my soulmate said.. 🤫🤐Worry no more~ u are right where u are~ just take it slow 🐢 and we can go there anytime when you are ready, I am ready! When we are ready.. HUMANITY WILL BE READY TOO! SO LET'S GOAAAL 💗❤️💖🧡💛💚💙💜.. FOR THE UMPTEENTH TIME I am going to bed. 🎶

[fascinationcure]

Fan-Fiction Title: "Down on Fascination Street" 

Chapter 1: "A Night Like This (Stay With Me Tonight)" 

Pairing: Robert Smith + Reader.

Word count: 1.896

Warnings: None.

Pilot Recap: Previously Robert and you had something going on last time at work. They openly talked about it to each other and things got clearer for (Y/N), but now the situation draws an even more tense but intense possibility and you're deciding on it... What will happen next now? Why don't we all find out?! Ready for 1st chapter, then? Here we go... 😏

Every minute spent with Robert was like a little bit of heaven for me. Small bits of paradise captured in two perfectly round oceans. They looked back at me from where he sat on the other end of his couch. And it felt like the last day at work again, but the bright colour in them was getting harder to distinguish as it was now completely dark outside and there were only a few small lamps lit in his living room. I knew it had been hours, but it felt like minutes. Jumping from serious topics to laughing within seconds was our specialty and it had quickly become my new favorite thing to do. Apparently for hours on end.

A comfortable silence had arisen between us and he mindlessly looked around in the room. I thought for a second he was searching for a new topic, but he wasn’t. He was contemplating how to form his next sentence, or if he should even say it at all.

“What do you want for breakfast?” he asked, now looking me straight in the eyes. I was confused and laughed lightly at him.

“Why would you ask me that at 10 o’clock at ni-” I questioned but realised, in the middle of my sentence, what he was trying to say. “Oh!” I laughed again, at myself this time. I felt my cheeks burn because I was so happy about his proposition, apparently my body couldn’t handle it.

“Well, what do you have?” I asked back.

Robert wanted me to stay the night at his house. Our relationship was very new and I wasn’t even sure it would be appropriate to call it that yet. All I knew was that we would talk for hours and that we’d shared a few kisses, and that I could not stop thinking about him. So, of course I wanted to spend  as much time with him as he would let me.

“Uhm...” he started to shift in his seat and look around the room again, trying to recall what the inside of his fridge looked like. “Not a lot,” was the conclusion he came to. We both laughed and I nodded.

“Excellent. Pancakes would’ve been nice,” I frowned excessively and he gave me one of those smiles that made my insides clench and squirm. A few of our mutual friends had told me about that smile and how I’m the only one that’s ever been able to prompt it from him. I didn’t know if he knew he did it or if it even was as special as it was rumoured to be, but I didn’t want to bring it up because I wanted it to stay sacred. I wanted to maintain the silly belief that he had a y/n smile.

“We could go out and get some, Sainsbury’s is still open,” he suggested and was already off the couch. I followed.

“Okay,” I chuckled at his spontaneity.

The drive to Sainsbury’s was short and scattered with insignificant little conversations. But my favorite moments were the silent ones, when I got to watch his face without having to focus on anything else. Every little street light flashed on his skin beautifully and passed quickly. The drive ended sooner than I had wanted. He caught me looking at him as he parked the car. He didn’t say anything, and neither did I, but he smiled widely and blushed.

It felt strange to be in such a bright building at 10:15 pm. It seemed like all of Sainsbury’s was completely empty though, which was - equally as strange, but - very nice.

“Are we getting pancake mix, or-”

“No, no, no,” he didn’t even let me finish my sentence before protesting. He looked so cute with his deeply offended expression, his brows pushed together and his eyes wide.

“We have to make them from scratch,” he kept gushing and looked away from me. I just laughed tiredly and rolled my eyes.

“You’re gonna have to do that then. I’m not a morning person,” I whined. The aisle we were walking down felt never-ending but I didn’t mind. I was happy following Robert’s lead as he looked for the groceries we needed, as I wasn’t too familiar with this particular store and where everything was located.

“Well, I am. So that’s fine. You can watch me make them,” he suggested casually and took a sharp right turn. I followed, my eyes glued to his back. I wondered how a back could look so beautiful with several layers of clothing covering it.

“With pleasure,” I mumbled and smiled to myself, presented with the image of him cooking pancakes for me early in the morning. He grabbed a bag of flour and spun around. My body walked as if on automatic pilot, it took a short moment before I managed to stop my feet. I almost walked right into him. He saw an opportunity and took it, grabbing my hand and squeezing past me in the narrow isle.

We held hands for exactly one minute and three seconds. My swelling heart deflated slightly when he let go of it, but I was happy to know holding hands was something we could do now. If I wanted I could grab his hand again, but I didn’t because I was scared. I tried to not chuckle out loud at my silliness, but it was in fact quite ridiculous. He made me feel like such a little giddy school girl.

“I wanna flip some of them though,” I said suddenly. That minute and three seconds of holding hands had been silent.

“Huh- Oh!” he laughed, quickly realising what I was talking about. He often zoned out like that and went to his one little world. It was one of his most endearing qualities; that he could be so in his own head sometimes and oblivious to the world around him.

“Of course,” he laughed. Had he still been holding my hand I imagined he would’ve squeezed it as he chuckled at me.

Seeing another person for the first time in hours was strange. It made me realise how much I enjoyed being with just him. I never missed anyone’s company when I was with him.

I watched him make small talk with the woman at the checkout as he paid. I flashed the cashier a small smile and followed Robert out of the store, helping him carry the groceries. We made it outside to the dark city. I had almost forgotten it was night, having been inside the bright supermarket for a while. It was probably almost 11 pm now, but I didn’t bother to check. Whatever the time was I knew it was perfect for us in this moment.

Within the first few seconds of being back in Robert’s quiet house again we both yawned, almost in unison. Two completely synced laughed followed.

“Yeah, it’s getting late,” he said and glanced at his clock on the kitchen wall.

“You better get some sleep if you’re gonna get up and make pancakes before going to the studio tomorrow,” I said and poked my index finger at his chest. He laughed again and rolled his eyes.

“I can be late, I am the washed up rock star after all,” he joked and shrugged. I loved his humour and the fact it was identical to mine.

“Um, well, you decide where you want to sleep but my bed is probably big enough for the both of us,” he hinted and scurried off towards the part of the house where his bedroom and bathroom were located. I followed him into the bathroom and watched him search through the cupboards and drawers for something. At first I thought he was just trying to seem busy to avoid the slightly awkward atmosphere, with the question of where I’ll be sleeping still hanging in the air, but I soon realised he was actually looking for something. He pulled out a toothbrush and handed it to me with a smile, showing his teeth.

“Thank you,” I chuckled at his cute face.

“And, yes, I can sleep in your bed,” I finally answered Robert’s question.

Soon enough we had brushed our teeth and we were in his bedroom.

“Hold on,” he said. He was suddenly acting a little bit like a nervous child around me as he rummaged through his wardrobe. I nodded and waited. He pulled out a black t-shirt. 

“Here you go, this is very soft,” he explained and handed it to me. I couldn’t hide my laugh. It was warm and filled with an enormous admiration for his soft side. Robert talking about the material of a shirt - and the fact that he cared enough to look for the softest one for me - made my heart bleed with infatuation. He was the biggest sweetheart I’d ever known.

“Thanks, that’s very sweet of you,” I chuckled and he shot a small smile back at me. 

He turned around and this time he really did pretend to be occupied with something, so that he wouldn’t just be standing there staring at me as I changed into his shirt. As his back was facing me and I was sure there was no way he could see me, I put the shirt up to my nose and inhaled. My chest swelled even more. The t-shirt smelled just like his hugs.

I quickly removed my dress, and my bra and slipped the t-shirt over my head. It fell like a short flowy dress around my body and made my soul feel warm. It was crazy how I felt more at home in his clothes than I ever did in my own.

“Which side do you want?” I asked and he finally dared to look at me again. I noticed the subtle scan of my body he did and it made me feel so good. He smiled at the sight of me in his shirt and gestured towards the bed, indicating that I could pick whichever side I wanted. I laid down on the left side of his bed and made myself comfortable under the covers. I saw him take his jeans and sweater off and I tried to not look directly at him. I didn’t know what was appropriate at this very early stage of our relationship. Apparently sleeping half naked in the same bed was. I definitely wasn’t complaining though.

He yawned again when laying down and it made me yawn as well.

“Well, goodnight,” I muttered and when I pulled on the covers a bit I realised we were sharing a big duvet. I began to flip over on my side to face away from him.

“Nu-uh, no no...” he protested and grabbed my shoulder. I let him pull me back and I, gladly, let him plant a gentle kiss on my lips.

“Goodnight,” he mumbled.

I saw his satisfied little grin through my half-lidded eyes and it made me smile as well. I put my hand on his cheek and kissed him again. The second kiss was a little deeper but it was still not very sexual. 

“Night,” I said again and pulled away from him. The last thing I saw before closing my eyes was his smile, and I swore that was the prettiest sight I’d ever seen. It wouldn’t surprise me if it turned out I smiled through that entire night’s sleep.

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Created and submitted by: Charlotte Sometimes.

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an awkward confession

part: 1

Ship: Todoroki x Midoriya Genre: Fluff | Smut Word Count: 2.4k Synopsis: Stuck in the dorm rooms, alone and sick, Midoriya wonders if there’s any way his weekend can get any worse. But when you’re caught at the worst possible time by your unrequited crush, things can always get worse.

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Midoriya glanced at the clock - feeling a bit sheepish that it hadn't changed much since 10 seconds ago. He felt even more sheepish when he tried to hold back his coughs that sounded seven times louder in the empty living room - only to remember with everyone gone there wasn’t really a reason to hold them back in the first place.

Class A had planned a trip for the weekend to relax a bit after their exams and before everyone went on holiday. Deku couldn’t shut up about it - planning what they were going to do everyday, making lists of things to pack and even going so far as to buy a camera for the trip.

So when Midoriya started to feel a bit off a few days before their little holiday, he had hoped against everything it was just his imagination acting up. But with his bad luck, he should have known it wasn't a cold he could just shrug off - Midoriya was pretty sure he could fry an egg on his burning forehead.

What else could he do but plaster a smile on his face and persuade everyone else that they should just go and enjoy themselves. Mineta didn’t need much convincing - saying that not even All Might could stop him from seeing the girls in their bikini’s.

Mineta was then promptly punched in the face by Jiro.

He made sure to keep smiling until they were all driving off to go enjoy their time at the beach - even though his chest felt like someone had stuffed a bunch of lead between his ribs. The only thing that made it a bit better was the way Todoroki’s brows furrowed with concern for him as he was leaving...

Midoriya blushed at the memory, bringing his knees up to his chest and whining into them. It always seemed to hurt a bit when his heart squeezed so tightly - but it hurt in the way that Midoriya kind of liked. The thought of Todoroki - his unrequited crush - worrying over him, made his stomach knot.

It was so difficult living in the same space as the half-headed boy: seeing him in casual clothes, saying good morning and goodnight every day, having Todoroki stand next to him when they brushed their teeth and feeling so self conscious about how he looked. Pausing every time he walked past his room, holding his breath when he'd sit a bit too close to him in the lounge when they watched a movie...

or catching him just as he came out of the shower.

Midoriya let out a quiet swore, squeezing his legs together as he felt his body start to react to his wandering thoughts. Ahhh, he shouldn't be thinking about these things.

But it was a bit like eating sweets. One was never enough, and once you started it was just so hard to stop. The more he tried not to, the more he thought of Todoroki’s hands - both warmth and cold passing over Deku's skin, soft hair brushing against his cheek, lips - hovering so close to his he would be able to feel his breath. Todoroki's low voice growling in his ear-

Clutching his shirt he pulled it down over his pants, anxiously looking over his shoulder.

Of course, no one was there. 

He covered his face with his hands, wondering how on earth his brain managed to come up with such lewd things. Guilt sat awkwardly in the pit of his stomach, and he apologized a few times to Todoroki in his head.

"Awe jeez, what am I thinking about."

Midoriya glanced down at the situation between his legs - grimacing at the uncomfortable tightness of his shorts. He couldn't just leave it like that...

Nervously glancing around the living room again, Deku contemplated what to do. Well, he was the only person in the house... and it wasn’t really like he could take a cold shower while he was sick.

Biting his bottom lip, he slowly inched his hand past the seam of his shorts - his other hand flying up to cover his mouth as his fingers made contact with his sensitive member.

Shit, what am I doing?

A part of him felt really guilty for jerking off, but the rest of him just wanted to entertain his fantasies for a little while longer.

Whenever he imagined Todoroki embracing him, it was as if a switch inside him was turned on. His body became hot and restless, and he couldn’t recognize his own voice spilling out - needy and desperate.

"Hnng... T-Todoroki," he whispered softly, his eyes squeezed shut as he pleasured himself. With every touch he got a little bolder, his hand moving to grip the couch and his moans growing louder with each stroke. It felt exhilarating to let his voice out after living in the dorm for such a long time.

"Ah-Ah Todoroki please, there- right there, T-Todoroki-kun," he moaned loudly, the boy’s name falling from his lips like little prayers.

Midoriya was so wrapped up in his pleasure and his fantasies - that he didn't hear the front door being unlocked and opened. Nor did he hear the footsteps - hurrying inside before stopping abruptly. Nor did he feel the presence finally enter the living room and freeze in the doorway.

The loud thump of Todoroki's bag hitting the floor broke Midoriya's haze - his eyes flying open and his head snapping towards the entrance:

Green eyes met surprised blue and silver, and it only took a second for Midoriya to register the absolute shock on Todoroki’s face, and the way his whole body seemed to be frozen in place.

In a second it felt like Midoriya's world came crashing down on his head.

He didn't try to explain, he didn't even try to speak - his head just told him to run and his legs were moving before he had time to think.

"Midoriya!" Todoroki called, bolting after the boy who was already halfway up the stairs.

Oh god he heard, he heard, he saw me do- do that, oh god i can’t believe he saw me do such a thing, he heard me, he-

he knows.

Midoriya felt his eyes burn with tears, and he wasn't sure if his face was burning because of the fever or with embarrassment. He wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

Damn it Midoriya was fast. "Midoriya, wait!," he called after the boy, a moment too late as Deku dashed into his room - slamming the door shut and locking it. Todoroki crashed into the door, gritting his teeth on impact.

Deku felt the vibrations - with his back pressed against the door - of Todoroki banging his first on the wood, tugging on the handle and slamming his shoulder into the door.

"Midoriya, open up, just let me talk to you!" he pleaded, pounding on the door again.

A million things were running through Todoroki's head. The way he came in and felt so sheepish for coming back, the way concern washed over him when he heard Deku whine in what he thought was pain - the way his whole body froze when he heard his name.

God, the way he felt like the room was spinning out of control when he heard his name again - coming out as a sweet, breathy moan in Midoriya's adorable voice. No... more than that, it was the sight of Midoriya on the couch with his feet propped up on the seat, his hand in his shorts and his face flushed with pleasure. The image was burned into his mind.

"Midoriya, I'm sorry I didn't mean to see you-"

"Don't say it!" Midoriya squeaked from the other side, clearly upset.

"Just open up and let me explain, I-"

"Please don't say it, just pretend it never happened, please!" the boy begged - his voice cracking. 

"Midoriya, just listen to me, open the-

"No, I can't, I can't, I'm sorry-"

"-the door and let me just-"

"I'm sorry Todoroki, I’m sorry, I’m sorry," the boy repeated over and over again, and Todoroki could hear the sob threatening to filter into his voice.

It was quiet for a second and Midoriya wondered if he had maybe left. The elemental boy pressed his hand against the door, wondering what kind of expression Deku was wearing right now. 

When Midoriya heard his voice, soft and stern, it felt like someone had punched him in the stomach and he completely forgot how to breathe;

"Hey Midoriya. Do you like me?"

He wanted to die. It felt like his heart was going to crash through his chest and land on the floor. He covered his mouth - his whole body trembling uncontrollably. It was all over now.

When he got no reply, Todoroki pressed his body closer against door, wishing he could feel Midoriya just a bit through the wooden planks.

"...I'm going to take your silence as a yes."

The green haired boy winced, squeezing his eyes shut as his body seemed to crumple inwards.

Todoroki sighed heavily, running his hand through his hair. "Midoriya, listen to me okay, it’s not what you think I swear. I’m not disgusted or put off, or- or grossed out, I- it’s more like the opposite- uhm, wait that’s not what I meant to say-”

All the words were getting fumbled up and everything that sounded good in his head came out a mumbled mess of words and ’uhms’ tangled up together. 

 “You see I meant to do this properly, at the right time and with the right words, and I’ve been planning it in my head for months, and- and it never seemed right! When’s the right time to- to just... and then I walked in- I didn't expect to walk in on- uhm,” 

Midoriya had never heard Todoroki stumble over his words like this before. His heartbeat pounded in his ears. He sounded so desperate.

“-Ugh wh-what I mean to say is, what I’m trying to say is-"

Todoroki pressed his forehead against the door, his eyes scrunched shut and his hands clenched into fists. Damn it, was your heart supposed to pound this loudly when you confessed? He felt both nauseous, scared and excited at the same time. It felt like the whole world was silent for a second as he desperately shouted;

"I like you, Midoriya!"

The world fell away - suddenly and without warning, and Midoriya couldn’t feel the floor beneath his feet anymore. He wondered if he was dreaming, or if he had actually heard the words that had just come from the other side of the door.

He felt like crying. Or maybe like laughing. Relief and disbelief got all mixed up and he felt dizzy with thoughts and feelings. He was happy. He was so happy. Midoriya didn’t know you could feel this incredibly, overwhelmingly, heart-in-your-throat, belly-doing-backflips, impossibly happy.

He likes me.

After what felt like an eternity waiting in silence, the smallest, most choked, most overjoyed voice cut through the tension;

“R-Really?”

Todoroki felt his heart grow lighter, a relieved smile stretching across his lips. His voice was tender, and Midoriya could hear the joy lining his words;

“Really.” 

Another never-ending pause. The door unlocked and it was as if a desperate need to suddenly be with each other overcame them both. Midoriya tore the door open - his thoughts racing - only to be met with Todoroki’s outstretched arms and his body crashing into his.

The green haired boy yelped, their limbs getting all tangled up, colliding legs and feet stumbling backwards until they both fell back onto the bed.

Midoriya blinked in confusion, the room still spinning. Todoroki’s body was heavy on top of him. His arms were so tightly wrapped around him. He could feel his hair against his cheek and his chest rise and fall with quick breaths.

This was really happening.

Covering his face with his hands, he could feel his face turning red. Todoroki sat up - suddenly embarrassed - catching Deku hiding behind his hands.

“M-Midoriya?”

“I can’t believe it. You like me. You really, really like me,” he softly mumbled into his palms. Todoroki could’t help but blush. Peeking out from behind his hands, Midoriya laughed softly and giddily like a child, throwing his arms around the boy’s neck and hugging his tightly;

“You really like me!” he squeaked, and Todoroki felt like all the jars in the world couldn’t contain his affection for this boy in that moment.

The half-haired boy happily hugged him back, and Midoriya had to squirm not to get crushed in his arms. His attention was suddenly brought back to his previous predicament as Todoroki’s legs slid against his.

“Ah wait, wait Todoroki, don’t move like that, I-”

A mewl tumbled past his lips as Todoroki’s knee pressed against his shorts, both of the teens freezing as they realized the situation they were in, before turning bright red.

“M-Midoriya,” Todoroki murmured, and Deku would be lying if he said the usual Todoroki’s stoic face flushed with pink wasn’t cute. His eyes shyly trailed over Midoriya’s figure beneath him before quickly glancing away. Their gazes connecting again, Todoroki bit his lip - his self control waning. As if testing the reaction, he pressed his body closer again, a quiet whine sounding in Midoriya’s throat.

“Ah, don’t do that, I-”

“Midoriya, are you still-”

“S-Sorry Todoroki, I-, hng~”

Their breaths grew quick and shallow, quickly intoxicated by suppressed feelings suddenly pouring over and needy bodies pressed together. Eyes, hazy and wanting, met in an brief exchange - Midoriya’s heart pounding as he looked up at Todoroki’s frame pinning him on the bed.

Todoroki leaned in to kiss him, Midoriya clamping a hand over his mouth and pushing him away with a hand on his chest.

“You-you can’t, I’m still sick!’ he hissed.

Todoroki looked at him for a second, pouting - clearly annoyed - before intertwining his hand with Deku’s still pressed against his chest and kissing the hand guarding his lips. Midoriya’s eyes widened, flinching as Todoroki softly sprinkled kisses over the top of his hand, gently sucking and licking at his fingers.

The boy’s mind went blank, his body reacting to the smallest touch from the older boy. Todoroki’s eyes met Midoriya’s as he dragged his tongue across his digits - dark with desire and almost possessive.

“Midoriya,“ he rumbled, and the way the syllables rolled off his tongue made Midoriya weak. He knew the meaning behind his tone - there was no way Todoroki was letting him escape. Pressing his knee against Midoriya’s arousal, the boy let out a satisfying whimper, Todoroki’s words irresistibly sweet;

“Do you want some help with this?“

~To be continued.

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EVERGREEN LOVE, part 7

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7 , part 8, part 9

Summary; Roger is with a girl and you decide to get home on your own, but Rog has other plans. He later calls you on the phone for advice. Feelings all over the place.

Warnings; Angst, swearing, hints of sexual intercourse

Wordcount; 2,1k

Thanks for reading y’all! This part is a bit angsty but hang in there, loaaads of fluff ahead! And adventures with the whole gang, (also with Fred!) And smutt of course. Stay tuned! 

‘Come on Ally, let’s go.’ You said while grabbing your things. You didn’t feel like waiting for Roger and neither did you feel like going up to him and Christina to ask him to bring you home. Not only would it be awkward for you to interrupt whatever the hell they were doing, you also didn’t want to feel like you were his little sister, not capable of handling things on her own. It was already dark and about 10 in the evening so it was probably better to just go now.

‘Shall we give you a ride?’ Brian proposed, noticing you had a problem getting home without your lift.

‘We’ll take a cab, but thanks Brian.’ You smiled at him.

‘Sure? It wouldn’t be any trouble.’

‘We’ll manage. You guys enjoy your night, you deserve it.’  You gave him a quick hug and waved at Tim before leaving the room, Ally following closely behind.

You walked through the space that was still noisy from people chatting and drinking, avoiding Roger and went outside looking for a payphone.

‘Well that escalated quickly.’ Ally said while you crossed the road.

‘What did.’

‘Well… Roger and that girl..’

‘Oh you saw that too?’ You hadn’t noticed Ally standing behind you when you were looking at him.

‘Yeah, yea I did.’

‘Hm-hm, well good for him.’ You said looking around, not in the mood to talk about it. ‘Where are those bloody phones?’ You tried changing the subject. You were moody and tired. You walked down the road but it was dark and there were no streetlights.

‘I’m not sure. Do you know what number to call anyway?’

‘Fuck.’

‘You don’t.’ Ally stated.

‘No, do you?’

‘No.’

‘Shit.’ You sighed. ‘Okay let’s go back inside and ask the boys.’ You turned around and crossed the road again, walking fast because of the cold.

When you were inside you walked to the back to find Brian so you could ask him for the payphones and a phone number but you ran into Roger instead. He was walking towards you, alone and looking very exhausted. What on earth did that girl do to him, you wondered.

‘Hey, where were ya, I saw you walk out and I was looking for you.’ He asked, a bit out of breath.

‘We’re gonna take a cab.’

‘No.’

You laughed surprised. ‘What? Why not.’

‘You came here with me so I should bring you back too.’

‘Don’t you want to stay with your girl?’ You asked.

‘She had to go.’ He said curtly, almost irritated. You pulled up your eyebrows. What was up with him. ‘Now wait here, I’m gonna grab my keys.’ His voice sounded weird. You wondered what had happened. Why wasn’t he happy?

‘Owkay.’ You assented but it sounded more like a question. You were slightly confused and put your hands in your pockets. What had Christina said? You asked yourself. Maybe she had rejected him? But that didn’t make any sense as she was the one kissing him. Maybe he was a bad kisser then? Like, extremely bad?

For some reason you had to suppress a chuckle thinking he was bad at that, as he would probably think of himself as some kind of Greek kissing god. He probably wasn’t bad at it though, looking at him and knowing him. Maybe she was disappointing then? People were so confusing.

‘Okay, let’s go.’ He said while putting on his jacket and walking past you.

In the car you put on the radio. The song Something from the Beatles came softly through the speakers.

‘So…. What was she like?’ You tried sounding unbothered and cheerful. You really tried to be happy for him.

He kept his gaze focused on the road. ‘Yea she’s hot.’

‘And…?’

‘And?’

‘You like her?’

‘Yeah she’s great.’ You waited for more but he didn’t explain further.

‘That’s it? She’s great?’

He looked at you for a second before returning back focusing on the road.

‘Yea, why you wanna know all this.’ He asked while making a left turn.

‘Because I’m being your friend and showing interest?’ You said and saw the corner of his mouth curl up a little. ‘Okay.’

‘I thought she was like, your dream girl.’ You continued.

He sighed. ‘I never said that. But, yes I am going to take her out this Thursday.’

‘Where to?’

‘I don’t know yet Y/N.’

Him using your full name sounded so serious so you decided to just drop it. Whatever had happened between those too, it had made him awfully moody.

You looked into the rearview mirror and saw Ally had closed her eyes, either asleep or pretending to be. Then you looked at the clock above the speedometer. It was 11:14. Roger saw you looking and gave you a smile. ´We´re almost there.´ You nodded and turned around in your seat to wake her up.

When you arrived at your apartment  Roger pulled up in the driveway. You bent over to him and gave him a light kiss on his cheek. ‘Good luck Thursday.’ You said.

‘Thankyou.’ He gave you a quick nod and it was such a formal gesture you wanted to ask him what was wrong. But he seemed so far away so you just put your hand on his arm and said ‘You were really wonderful Rog, sleep well.’

‘You too love.’

And with that you stepped out of the car, followed by a sleepy Ally.

  Earlier that same evening.

 Roger was leaning with his back against the bar when she bent over and kissed him. She smelled very strongly like coconut and it had made him a little nauseous but her lips were soft and her body that was hurled against his was steady and warm. He had thought about this moment a lot, a year ago or so but it wasn’t half as passionate as he had imagined it to be. It wasn’t her though. She was definitely willing. He could feel her small hands all over his body and her tongue was in his mouth. He had to pull back for a bit to get some air when he heard the backdoor open and close.

That’s when he saw you walking out towards the exit, a whirlwind of floral fabric. He wanted to call out to you but you walked fast and it was still boisterous from the people lingering in the space.

He told Christina he had to go and he would pick her up Thursday evening to take her out. She had kissed him goodnight and so he went out to look for you.

He couldn’t find you outside as it was still crowded and went back in, thinking maybe you had forgotten something.

In the back he found Brian and some other people and asked for you.

‘She’s already gone you arse.’ Brian shook his head but smiled nonetheless.

‘Where to, she came with me.’

‘She’s taking a cab, shouldn’t have made her wait that long.’

‘It wasn’t that long, honestly, and she didn’t mind.’  

‘Well go look for her then.’

 When he found you he was determined to not let you go into the night this late and brought you and Ally safely home. You had seemed entirely unbothered by the whole Christina thing, and though he wasn’t surprised, he had still hoped you would’ve been at least a little jealous. You didn’t have a possessive nature, and he was happy so, but still he secretly hoped you would be a little protective towards him.

 He knew you incredibly well, but he got your defensive mechanisms completely wrong. 

-----------------------------

It was Wednesday evening, two days after the gig and you were in your bedroom painting your toenails when the phone rang.

‘Hi.’

‘Hi, who is this?’

‘Roger.’ You closed the nail polish bottle and sat up straight. He never called.

‘Hey Rog, what’s up.’

‘What are you doing right now?’

‘Painting my toenails.’

‘What color?’

You smiled, only Roger would ask such unimportant questions. ‘Cornflower blue.’ You answered.

‘Oh that’s really great.’

You chuckled. ‘Why are you calling Rog.’

‘Uhmm, well tomorrow I am going on this date you know.’

‘Yes of course.’  

‘Well I was thinking if maybe I could get your advice? You know, you being a girl and all.’ You pulled up your eyebrows, realizing he couldn’t see that. ‘Yes, I’m a girl, glad you finally noticed.’ You joked. ‘What do you want to know.’

‘Well I was thinking about taking her to this drive-in cinema, what do ya think?

‘Yes that sounds like a good idea.’

‘Well I was wondering if I should take like, food and blankets and stuff?’ These were really general and nonsensical questions, you thought. ‘Yeah sure.’

‘And should I wear like cologne or do girls not like that.’ This conversation was getting weirder and weirder.

‘Uhm, maybe a little, but you smell nice on you own Rog.’

‘Ow. I do?’ You could practically see him smirking on the other side of the line.

‘If alcohol and cigarettes are your thing than yeah.’

‘Fuck you.’ He said. You laughed. ‘Hey I don’t mind, just don’t forget to take a shower.’

‘Hm-hm.’ He seemed distracted.

‘It’ll be alright Rog, no need to be nervous.’ You said. ‘Any more questions?’

‘Not really… unless you have some further notes for a proper date.’

‘Be on time.’

You heard him sighing. ‘I won’t be late. Anything else?’

You thought about it for a second. ‘Don’t go home with another girl?’ You tried, referring to a rumor that circulated around him about that one time he had gone out with one girl and ended up sleeping with a different one.

It stayed silent for a while on the other side of the line. You had meant it as a joke as it was his own doing after all, but when he finally spoke you could hear the hurt in his voice.

‘You think I am going to be the most horrible boyfriend ever, don’t you.’ He spoke softly.

‘No, no I didn’t mean it like that.’ You said, wishing you hadn’t said it. Truthfully you thought he would be a great boyfriend, once he would ever let himself fall in love. But you didn’t say that.

‘What did you mean then.’

‘Just be yourself Rog, treat her like you would treat me and you’ll be fine.’ Honestly you were really done with this subject.

‘Alright, I could do that.’

‘Good.’

‘Thanks for the advice Y/N.’

‘Anytime Rog.’

‘Goodnight.’

‘Goodnight.’

  Thursday night Roger picked up Christina, only three minutes over time. In the back he had a thick red blanket, some homemade sandwiches and cookies in a paper bag. He drove to the drive-in while she talked about university and music and he decided she was actually a really nice girl. She was from Northampton and had five sisters, her being the only one of the six who was studying in London. He just let her talk and tried to genuinely listen to what she was saying.

When he found a spot in the back of the drive-in he pulled up and took the blanket and the food from the backseat. Christina snuggled against him, her face on his chest. Like that they watched the movie. It was a stupid movie Roger thought, and he consistently had to fight the urge to yawn. She noticed he was bored and started kissing him. First his neck and jaw and then his lips. He kissed her back, all from muscle memory. He knew how to be with girls, it was something that just came naturally to him, like playing the drums or driving.

When the movie finished she started undressing herself and began placing kisses all over his body. He didn’t stop her, enjoying the warmth of a female body, but couldn’t understand why he wished to be with someone else instead.

 He made love to her that night.

 When someone would ask him about it later, he would say it was a good one and she really got it on with him. But there were also things he would keep to himself.

 Like the fact that when he was inside her, not her name but yours had come softly slipping from his lips.

 TO BE CONTINUED!

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[wannabebtswriter]

Ticket on the Train pt. 4

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader, BTS x reader.

Warnings: Suggestive dialog but nothing explicit. Cursing :)

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2.9k+

Summery: Booking a ticket to a BTS concert isn’t easy, especially when you don’t speak Korean. Luckily for you, a stranger is there to help.

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5(Final)

You slowly blinked your eyes open as you woke up in your hotel bed. Last night felt like a dream and you would have believed it was, if it weren´t for the light tingle in you lips that had been left behind by Namjoon´s goodbye kiss a few hours prior. 

You smiled at the memory. Before you had left, the two of your had talked about you hometowns and family. It had been nice. You felt like you really knew him and had for the first time in a long time felt a connection with someone this strong. 

Lightly stretching your tired limps, you let out a soft yawn. It was however turned to a groan as your best friend, jumped onto your bed, landing flat on top of you. 

“Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” she said happily, bouncing up and down. You tried to push her off but to no use. “We are going to the concert today! I can´t wait to see them all! What if they see me?! What if they throw me a finger heart?!” 

“How can you possibly have so much energy? It is 8:30 in the morning” you groaned and buried you face in the pillow.

“What? Did lover boy tire you out last night?” she smirked and wiggled her eyebrows at you. A red blush spread over your cheeks as you sat up. 

“Not like that, you idiot” you mumbled shyly and looked away. 

“Aww it´s too bad that the nice underwear went to waste” she giggled and laid down beside you on the bed. “But hey, put on another cute set tonight, we might meet BTS after the concert” she giggled as you hit her lightly on the arm.

“I wasn´t planning on sleeping with him, you know” you said and turned around so you were facing her. “It was just a dinner date”

“Yeah but you know... things escalate. But please tell me you did something” she said and sat up on her knees looking at you excited. 

“Well....” you mumbled, the blush creeping back as you glanced over at the rose on your nightstand Namjoon had given you. “He kissed me”

You best friend let out a high pitched squeal as she jumped up from the bed. “I knew it!” she shouted happily as you rolled your eyes. 

“Yeah yeah...” you said and got up from the bed as well, stretching your entire body. “Come on. We gotta get ready and head to the venue if we wanna be able to see something tonight” you said as you walked towards the bathroom. 

“I call dips to shower first!” she called and ran past you, closing the door right in front of your nose. 

“Fine” you mumbled and climbed back in bed, grabbing the rose off the nightstand, letting your fingers run over the pedals. “Fine indeed....”

0-0-0-0

It was early when Namjoon walked out of his room, freshly showered and dressed in comfy clothes. The dorm was quiet but he knew that soon it would be buzzing with sound as the members got ready to go to the soundcheck for the concert tonight.

He couldn´t stop the smile forming on his lips as he grabbed himself some juice from the fridge in the kitchen. He had had a hard time sleeping because of the events last night. Happiness filled him to the brim and whenever he closed his eyes, he just saw you and his heart picked up speed. 

He knew he should have told you about his job last night and what he did everyday. But every time he tried to, the fear of you getting mad and walking away took over. Maybe it was for the better. If you found out when he walked on stage tonight and decided that you didn´t want to see him, you could walk away and he wouldn´t have to deal with the rejection head on. 

Or he could give himself 110 % tonight. He always did his very best at each performance but tonight, he wanted to impress you. He hoped with all his being that you wouldn´t see him as RM, member of BTS and international star. But as Namjoon. The guy you kissed last night, firing up the stage, doing what he loved. 

He leaned against the table and closed his eyes, mind wondering to the multiple times last night where your lips were against his. 

“You look happy” Jimin´s voice sounded, snapping Namjoon out of his daydream. He turned around and saw the said member walking through the door with a sleepy Jungkook behind him.  

“I am happy” he mumbled into his glass before he began to pull ingredients for breakfast out of the fridge. All of them, besides Hobi had gone to bed by the time he had said goodnight to you. Hobi had greeted him in the living room, giving him a pat on the back and soft smile before heading to bed as well.  

Jungkook sat down on one of the chairs and yawned, rubbing his tired eyes. “What did you two even do last night? Wasn´t it boring to just talk? What did you even talk about?” he asked and looked over at Namjoon. 

“We just talked about... well just about everything” Namjoon said softly. “And she isn´t boring, quite the opposite actually” 

“Now now don´t you lie to Kookie” Jimin said and crossed his arms. “We both know the two of you did a little more than just talking” he smirked evilly as Namjoon´s cheeks grew red.

“Jimin-ah. You only know that because you can´t listen to your hyung” Yoongi´s disapproving voice said as he entered the kitchen, giving Jimin a small clap on the back of the head, making him shut his mouth and sit down besides Jungkook. 

“Wait, I don´t understand” Jungkook said confused, still not completely awake yet. “What did you do?” 

Namjoon´s cheeks became even redder as he turned his back to he others, trying to start breakfast. The rest of the guys entered the kitchen and Jin quickly walked over and got Namjoon away from the stove. 

“I want to have eatable food for breakfast” he said and took Namjoon´s place. Namjoon turned back to Jungkook who were looking at him with curious eyes. “Well...” Namjoon mumbled and poured himself some more juice. “I kissed her” 

“What?!” Everyone except Jimin, Tae and Yoongi gasped. “Uhhhh Namjoon is quite the charmer when it comes to the ladies!” Hobi laughed and clapped his hands. 

“Shut up” Namjoon mumbled shyly and gave Hobi a light punch on the arm. “It was just a kiss”

“But not a peck, tho” Jimin laughed wholeheartedly, joined by Jin and an embarrassed Jungkook. “You told me the difference yourself Hyung”

Namjoon wanted to crawl into a hole from embarrassment. His cheeks were bright red and eyes blown wide as the rest of the guys started laughing.  

“Aish you´re so lucky” Jin pouted as things calmed down and placed the breakfast on the table as everyone dug in. “How did she take it when you told her about us?” Jin asked as he sat down at the table, leaving Namjoon the only one standing.

Namjoon froze in his tracks. He had sorta promised Jin to tell you. His hyung had made it very clear that he did not think it was okay if Namjoon continued to keep you in the dark.

“Uhm... she took it well” he said hesitantly, he had never been the best at lying. He stared down at his feet. There was silence from the table and as he looked up, he saw his six bandmates starring at him. 

“You didn´t tell her did you?” Jin asked disappointed, already knowing the answer. Namjoon slowly shook his head in shame. “Im sorry hyung! I just couldn't get myself to do it” he said in defeat.

“You promised me, Namjoon” Jin said as he stared at the younger member. “It´s not right to toy with her like that. She needs to understand what she is signing up to if you two were to become something more”

Namjoon´s heart fluttered at the thought of the two of you becoming something more, but it was quickly pushed aside as he realised how bad he had messed up. “I know that!” he sighed and buried his face in his hands. 

“What are you gonna do then? You said she was coming to the concert tonight” Hobi asked as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“I don´t know” Namjoon sighed. “I guess I´ll walk onstage and hope she won´t hate me”. He knew that this was bad, how could he not have told you?! He wouldn´t do it over the phone and they had to leave in a few minutes anyways so that wasn´t a option. 

“Well you have about 8 hours to figure it out” Yoongi said and gave him a sympathetic look as they all stood up, gathering their things. 

 0-0-0-0

It was chaos as the doors opened. You clutched your best friends hand like your life depended on it as you ran behind her. Everything was a sea of people, all scrambling to get as close to the stage as possible. 

You were so focused on not tripping that the air was knocked out of your lungs when you collided with the girl in front of you, everything coming to a sudden halt. You gave the girl an apologetic smile and looked at your best friend, still clutching her hand tightly. 

“Look how close we are to the stage!” she said excitedly as the rest of the fans pilled through the doors. “We´re almost at the front!”. You nodded and looked around. It had been a long time since you had been to a concert but you were really excited for this. You made a mental note to thank Namjoon for getting such good tickets for the you and your friend. 

You tried to keep close to your friend so you wouldn´t lose her at some point during the concert. And before you knew it, the lights dimmed and everyone started screaming at the top of their lungs. You shrugged and screamed along, getting all hyped up by the energy around you. 

The huge screens on each side of the stage lit up and a video started playing, music blasting through the speakers. You watched curiously as silhouettes of the seven members appeared in the video, making everyone around go crazy.

However, when the close ups of each of the members began appearing on the screen, you froze, eyes blown wide.

“Wait....” you mumbled as you recognized some of them from the night before. In a quick flash someone that looked alarmingly like Namjoon graced the screen but was gone within a second. 

No.... it couldn´t be... You would have noticed... you thought to yourself. But as the video ended and the seven member rose from the stage, all doubt was erased from you mind. 

You didn´t even notice the music to the first song beginning to play. Your jaw dropped to what seemed like the floor as Namjoon walked forward on stage.

“You can call me artist! You can call me artist!” he started confidently, moving like he owned the world. You were in absolute shock. Unsure what to do of yourself, you just watched. Feeling everyone moving around you, jumping, dancing to the music. 

Your best friend jumped up and down as she screamed the lyric at the top of her lungs. You grabbed her arm, wanting to make sure you weren´t beginning to imagine things. She turned to looked at you with the biggest smile and leaned closer to you to hear you.

“What is his name?! The one who started the song!?” you shouted over the music and into her ear.

“That´s RM!” she screamed back, dancing happily to the song as she looked back on stage. You squeezed her arm again, regaining her attention.

“I mean his real name!” you screamed, your voice going a little high pitch.

“KIM NAMJOON!” she screamed back. You slowly looked back on stage, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Namjoon.... That is Namjoon!

You looked on in disbelief as the song came to an end and the members walked forward to the edge of the stage and started speaking. You, however, didn´t pay any attention to the words, your eyes locked on only one of the members. 

He looked... nervous. You furrowed your brows as you watched him fiddle with his fingers, eyes seeming to scan the crowd.

Is he looking for me...? You thought as the tingle from last night returned to your lips. He couldn´t be, you reasoned with yourself. How could you have been so stupid? He probably did this every time he met someone who didn´t know he was. They all did for sure. 

A pang of regret and hurt hit you right in the chest as you realised you had been nothing to him. You had only been a toy, a plaything. You felt tears welling up in your eyes as you looked around, no one seeing the pain you were in. 

You weren´t able to move. You weren´t able to leave because of the people surrounding you. So you closed your eyes and endured the rest of the concert, forcing yourself to ignore the feelings you had grown for Namjoon. Because if you were completely honest you had started falling for him, oh how wrong you had been.  

0-0-0-0

The concert was coming to an end and Namjoon felt proud of his performance. You would be impressed for sure... right? He and the members were performing the last song while saying their goodbyes. He had tried to see if he could spot you during the entire concert, but in vein. 

As they all waved goodbye, he glanced over the crowd one last time and this time... he saw you. You were standing not far from the stage in a sea of screaming fans. But you weren´t screaming.

For the second the two of you made eye contact, he saw all the emotions in your eyes. Hurt, confusion and bewilderment. That was when he knew he had messed up. He should have told you. Letting you swallow the idea instead of springing it on you like this.

He hoped you saw the sincerity in his eyes before he put on a smile and gave the crowd one last wave as they walked off the stage. The second he was out of sight, he ran back to their dressing room, scrambling to find his phone.

“Namjoon hyung are you okay?” Jimin asked worried, having run after him as he saw the panic in his steps. 

“She can´t leave. I need to explain” Namjoon mumbled as he finally found his phone, pressing you number.

It rang.

It rang.

It rang.

Voicemail.

“Shit” he mumbled as he tried again with the same result. He sank onto he couch and started hastily began to type a text message. The rest of the guys slowly walked into dressing room, looking at their leader with sad eyes. This wouldn´t be the first time one of them lost a girl due to being an idol.

0-0-0-0

Everyone started to file out of the venue but you and your friend stayed put, wanting the most of the crowd to get out first so you wouldn´t get too squished. You looked at your best friend who was bubbling with excitement. 

“That was amazing!!” she said happily as she jumped up and down. You gulped and took a deep breath.

“That was loverboy” you said lowly, awaiting her reaction.

“What?” she asked confused and stopped jumping.

“Namjoon.... that was loverboy. He is the one i´ve been texting the last couple of weeks. He is the one I met on the train” you said. The reaction you got wasn´t what you expected because your friend doubled over, laughing like a maniac. 

“That´s a good one” she managed to say.

“I´m serious!” you said and started looking for your phone in you bag. “I´ll prove it”

Your heart stopped as you saw two missed calls from Namjoon on your lock screen. But before you could react, a text popped up. From none other than loverboy himself.

*I´m sorry. Please. Please let me explain! I´m sorry you had to find out this way. Walk out through exit 2 and take a sharp turn to the right. A security guard will be waiting for you and your friend. Please. If last night meant anything to you, give me a chance to explain.*

You reread the text at least three times. Should you give him a chance? Did he deserve it? Was this a last attempt to just get in your pants? At least if you talked to him you could flip out and tell him how wrong it was to use a person like that. 

But last night had seemed so real, so genuine. There must have been something real, right? So with hesitant fingers you typed a single word before looking up at your friend, taking a deep breath. 

*Okay*

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[peter-parkourwrites]

Searching For Forever ~ Teaser (Peter Parker x Stark!FemReader)

Warnings: Swearing?? Eventually, I think. Mediocre writing lol,,

Summary: When everything seems almost too perfect, your family is starting to fall to pieces. Your father chooses his path and Steve chooses the opposite, and you're in the middle of it all. Only confiding in your best friend who just so happens to be everyone's favorite Friendly Neighborhood Spider-man, and the one you fall for. 

A/N: Hi hello okay so, this is the very first series I will be doing and I’m excited to share it with you all. I don’t know when the first part will be uploaded because I’m busy with college applications and volunteering. But I will try and update as often as I can. I will alter some details, and such within the storyline. Also, the mood board above is my own and I love love love it !!! AnyWAyS, I haven’t seen Civil War in forever so plz forgive me any of this is wrong. Love you all, xx Devyn, <3 

Part 1 is here

Civil War Part 1 - 

“Miss Stark?” FRIDAY’s voice rang through your ears. You lay disheveled on your floor. Hair up in a messy bun, and stains covering your clothes of chemicals, food, and water. 

“Yes, Friday?” You called back as you jotted down another equation into your notebook for later solving. The school was most certainly your least favorite thing, well, that and your dad being mad at you. Your father, Tony Stark a world-famous billionaire and genius, and he loved to add onto that with ‘playboy and philanthropist.’ While the last part was true he had now had a steady relationship going with Pepper Potts. When you were dropped off at your father’s house at the age of three, by your mother, Pepper had been the one to whip Tony into shape and made him realize he had a responsibility now. You. 

“Your father is asking if you could join him for something to eat.”

“Eat? It’s only three…”

“Miss, it’s seven o’clock. He said dinner is ready and he needs to discuss some things with you.” You pushed yourself up off the floor and closed the notebook, making sure to mark your place with a pencil.

“I swear if this is about me stealing all of Caps sweatshirts again…” You grumbled and walked out of your room after putting on a clean shirt. You feet collided with the cool marble flooring, a soft pitter-patter echoing off the walls of the tower. As the elevator whirred and took you down to the dining area, you picked at your cubicles, a nervous tick you had picked up since you had found out your dad was Iron Man. You had snuck into his lab one night when you were seven. Trouble sleeping and lack of comfort from him led you to where you were standing in the lab. Your jaw hits the floor, the teddy bear in your hand, -who you ironically named snuffles because really what kid didn’t have a weird name for their stuffed bears- had hit the floor with a gentle thud. Right in front of your eyes was your father testing out his new suit, DUM-E right by his side holding up a fire extinguisher. 

“YOURE IRON MAN?!” Your voice filled the lab, and Tony jumped slightly, one of his arms getting knocked loose from the suit.

“(Y/N)!” He hissed, “What the hell-heck are you doing in here! You should be asleep!” Tony yelled, his face turning red from anger or embarrassment, you couldn’t really tell. You bent down and picked up snuffles drawing him into your chest as you held him close.

“I-I couldn’t s-sleep and Miss Potts isn’t here so…” You shrugged and Tony sighed, a greasy hand running through his hair as he climbed out of the suit. He sat down on a stool and motioned for you to walk over. A small smile graced your features as you happily walked up towards him, hair bobbing around as you jumped with every step. Tony let out a small chuckle as he wiped his hands with a rag and reached out for you. He lifted you up and sat you on his knee. 

“Listen pumpkin, you can’t tell anyone about this. This is our little secret… okay?”

“Okay!” You cheered nodding at him and holding up your pinkie. He laughed and linked his with yours.

“You can’t tell anyone, not Miss Potts, Happy, your uncle Rhodey… no one. This is dangerous and I don’t want anyone to know.”

“But why not?” You asked moving your attention from the bear in your arms up to his face. Your big (y/e/c) doe eyes made his heart warm at the sight. 

“Because pumpkin, you could all get hurt. And I can’t let that happen. Especially not to you.”

“I’ll be fine daddy, you’re iron man!” You giggled and he shook his head a small laugh escaping past his lips. You were so young and had yet to figure out the dangers of this world. Tony wanted to keep it from you for as long as possible, he was going to protect you no matter the cost. His hand cupped the back of your small head as he gently pulled you closer to his chest.

“I love you.” He whispered and placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You smiled warmly and looked up at him.

“I love you too Papa.” You hummed and rested your head against his chest again, your eyes scanning the room around you as you asked, “Does this mean I get my own suit now?”

“No.” He stated, before laughing softly. “You’re too young, and-”

“Then can I try on your suit?!” You cried out, raising your head from his chest and giving him a goofy grin. He let out a defeated sigh and shook his head. 

“Not tonight pumpkin, it’s time for bed.”

“(Y/n)!” Your father’s cheery voice filled your ears as the elevator doors slid open.

“Hey Old Man, Miss Potts.” You greeted the pair as you walked up to the kitchen island and climbed up onto one of the obnoxiously high stools.

“(y/n/n), sweetie how many times have I told you to call me Pepper?” Pepper said, looking over at you with a teasing smile. You chuckled nervously and shrugged. 

“Heh, sorry force of habit I guess… Anyways uh what’s for dinner?”

“Cheeseburgers and I made them.” Tony grinned and you sighed shaking your head.

“Well, Pepper guess we had better start apartment searching.” You said nudging the blonde woman's arm. She laughed and nodded in agreement.

“I’ll call the relators now.” 

“No no no! There is no need for that. I didn’t even burn the kitchen down!”

“Yeah, this time! Besides for all we know this could be an illusion Old Man.”

“Oh can it. I know what I’m doing.” He grumbled turning away from the both of you and grabbing the plates. He handed them out before sitting down across from you. You looked down at the burger and fries sitting beside it. You tossed a fry into your mouth and chewed, before picking up the burger. Your eyes flickered from the burger, to Pepper who was looking over at you as well. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you bite into it. 

You placed it down again and nodded, your eyes meeting the cheerful face of your father. 

“It’s… really good. Nice job Dad.” You said with a smile as he gave you a goofy grin and cheered. 

“I knew it! Now next time you underestimate my cooking you’ll be eating rats.”

“Dad!” you screeched, “Tony!” Pepper and you called at the same time making you chuckle a bit.

“Oh whatever anyways, what I needed to talk about uhm…” Tony cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “So you remember a few days ago your Uncle Steve and crew went to Lagos.”

“Yeah…”

“Well, Wanda… she uh. She basically contained the blast but she threw it upward near a building, which was full of Wakandan humanitarian workers.”

“Wait wait so, Rumlow the guy I told you looked like a bad guy, tried to steal that staff thing or whatever it was, and then blew himself up, causing Wanda to hurt Wakandans?”

“Yes, now we have some of it under control. We are getting word to Wakanda and they will be handling everything with the families but, Secretary Ross-”

“I hate that guy…” You grumbled taking another bite of food.

“So do I pumpkin, but he informed all of us that we need to have a meeting about what happened. So the rest of the team is coming back soon, and we will have a meeting tomorrow night.” Tony said as he took the last bite of his burger and sighed. “So just be prepared for anything to happen.”

“Already am Dad.” You said with a reassuring smile as you stood up and put your plate in the sink. “Besides you guys will work it out and come up with a solution together, you always do.” You said walking back over to him and placing a small kiss to his cheek. He smiled and hugged you before standing up. “I’m gonna get back to work… I’ll see you two in the morning, night Pepper, night Dad.”

“Goodnight (y/n), sleep well,” Pepper said as she poured herself a cup of tea. You smiled at her and waved before walking over to the elevator.

“Night Pumpkin!” Tony called off as you walked into the elevator. A small smile curled on your lips as the doors slid shut. You hit the button for your floor and up went the elevator with a quiet whir.

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