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Guys My Age (3)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 4k

Warnings: Lap dance to rough Smut. NSFW gifs.

Anon asked “Can you please do a part 3 to ‘guys my age’ were Bucky asks reader for another lap dance”

A/N: The fic that started it all. I’m so glad people liked it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know if you want to be tagged. Also, dominant/jealous Bucky is just wow. Let me know if you want to be tagged HERE or HERE. Go away kids! And please use protection y’all.

Part 1 Part 2

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Different Ways to Say “I love you”

Peter and you had been seeing each other for quite some time – longer than he had imagined you staying with him, anyway. Five months of his life had been dedicated to you, romantically. Peter would never tell you, but he had dedicated his life to you since your first day at Midtown High. You had met Ned in one of your classes and he had convinced you to join the decathlon on your first day. Peter had owed him ever since that day.

It was hard for Peter to ask you out – hell, it had taken him a year to even tell you that you were pretty. So, it didn’t come to a surprise to him when he found himself too terrified to tell you how deeply he felt for you. He loved you – he loved the way you were smarter than him (you knew that, but you never made him feel insignificant), he loved that when you wanted to hold his hand you’d walk next to him and let your hands brush first (you’d start tapping his fingers with yours until eventually your hand engulfed his completely), he loved how when you found out he was Spider-Man you weren’t mad that he kept it from you (“I get why you couldn’t tell me – you have to promise me you’re going to come back… you have to come back to me.” “You’re the only reason I’ll always come back… a-and Aunt May, obviously.”). He loved you – he knew he did. He had tried to tell you so many times. But, what he didn’t know was that he had already told you he loved you – in so many different ways.


“You got me this?” Peter nodded at you. “You were in Berlin – fighting alongside the Avenger’s… and you found time to get me something?” Peter couldn’t fight the blush on his face even if he tried.

“I-It’s not a big deal. I saw it in the window. I don’t know, I just – it reminded me of you.” You smiled, leaning in to peck him.

“I love it.”


“Ugh, Pete,” you whined, your eyes welling up with tears. “It’s broken.” You held up the charm bracelet that Peter had given you for your birthday. “I’m so sorry,” a couple of tears had fallen and Peter was quick to reach up and brush them away.

“Hey, hey,” he cooed, “it’s just a bracelet, it’s okay.” You shook your head.

“I loved this gift – it’s my favorite bracelet.” Peter’s heart beat a little faster.

Come here,” he whispered, “come on. Let me fix it.” And he was relieved to see the smile on your face as you made your way to him.


“I’m glad you came tonight, Peter.” You nudged him as you walked out of Liz’s house together, side-by-side.

“I am, too.” He smiled softly at you, stuffing his hands into his jeans pockets as you both fell into a comfortable silence. It was a cool night in New York and as Peter saw you wrap your arms around yourself he registered you had forgotten to bring a jacket. He automatically pulled his sweater over his head, straightening out his shirt. “Here,” he handed you his sweater. You shook your head.

“Peter, no. It’s fine, I’m fine.” He gave you a pointed look.

Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.” You reluctantly took the jacket and pulled it over yourself, feeling his scent overwhelm you and a smile ghosting on your face.

“Thank you, Peter.” You linked your arms together and pushed yourself up to kiss his cheek. Smiling when he turned red and mumbled a small ‘anytime’.


“I’m sorry that I’m ruining our date night, Peter.” Peter shook his head until he remembered you couldn’t see him over the phone.

“You’re not ruining anything, babe,” he said, packing up his backpack with the necessities May told him he’d need. “You need to focus on that sore throat.” There was silence. “Babe?”

“Huh?” He chuckled, walking out of his front door. “I’m sorry, Petey. I dozed off.”

“It’s fine, I’ll see you later. Okay?” You mumbled an incoherent response before Peter decided to end the call. He found himself outside of your home fifteen minutes later. He knocked and your mom let him in, letting him quietly use your kitchen to warm up the tea he had brought for you. He then quietly walked to your room, opening your door to see you sleeping. He almost didn’t wake you up, but knew your tea would be cold. “(Y/N)? Babe?” You stirred awake, feeling alert and sitting up when you saw Peter on your bed.

“Peter! What are you doing here? You’re going to get sick!” He shushed your hoarse voice, picking up the cup and handing it to you.

“Here,” you grabbed the cup, looking at its contents, “drink this. You’ll feel better.” You looked at his dough eyes and opened your mouth to say something, until deciding to just keep quiet and drink the tea, a soft smile on your face.


“Oh, my god.” Peter turned around from his seat at his desk, seeing your distraught expression as your eyes grazed over the test you both had received from Calculus.

“What’s wrong?” You bit your lip to stop it from quivering.

“I failed,” you whispered. You had studied with Michelle and Betty for two weeks straight. You had thought you were doing so well – even Michelle had thought so. How could you have failed?

“Hey,” you looked up at Peter, “it’s just one test. You’ll get ‘em next time.” You smiled at the use of his words – it was a phrase you’d use on him whenever he didn’t pass a quiz or test he didn’t study for due to his after-school activities.

“I guess,” you sighed, your smile fading. Peter stood up, walking over to his dresser. He opened the top drawer and shuffled through it, picking up a CD case. He sighed, counting to three before turning around to sit next to you on the bed.

“Here,” you took the CD from his hands.

PETER’S HAPPY MIX

You looked up at him, seeing him shrug. “You might like this,” he stated. “It makes me feel better when I feel like crap.” You reached over and hugged him, mumbling about a million thank you’s.


Now here Peter sits, next to you on his couch, watching a movie of your choice. It was one that you had seen at least a hundred times, but he didn’t mind. If you loved it, so did he. And, god, did you love it. He watched your profile, seeing your lips move as you recited the character’s lines – every character’s lines. Your hands were moving in tune with them, too. And as he looked at you he couldn’t help himself. He didn’t plan it coming out like this, but it just happened. He just – “I love you.” Your hands stopped and so did your lips. You turned to look at him quickly.

“What?” Peter nodded slowly, reaching for the remote and pausing the movie.

“I love you.” He repeated. “I love you, and I have for awhile. I don’t know when liking you stopped and loving you started – it all kind of just blends together but – yeah. I love you.” You blinked a few times, registering how your shy and reserved boyfriend, Peter Parker, got the nerve to tell you he loved you before you did. You shook your head at the thought. Peter Parker was braver than you – who knew?

“I love you, Peter.” You finally said, the look on his face telling you your silence was scaring him.

“You do?” He asked, too ecstatic, but he didn’t care. You nodded, setting the bowl of popcorn that was on your lap on top of the coffee table. You sat up and crawled closer to him, leaning over him slightly.

“I love you so much, Peter Parker.” You leaned all the way down, pressing your lips against Peter and feeling Peter wait not even a second before matching your pace.

“I love you, too,” he mumbled against your lips, but not stopping your kiss.

Even though Peter Parker had told you he loved you more than once, he felt a weight lift off of his chest after hearing it come out clear as day from the both of you.

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To Own A Hybrid P.2

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff (eventual smut) Hybrid!AU Cat!AU

Summary: The hybrid world was one y/n never really involved herself in; however, after certain events, she is tossed into a world of uncertainty in the company of a particularly rude hybrid.

Word Count: 3.5k +

A/N: I should be doing my assignments right now…opps 

WARNING: Mentions of abuse, emotional torment, and prostitution 

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5

“here it is!” you chirped as you opened the door to your apartment.

“here, keeps this key” you added as you passed him the spare key happily. His movements were extremely hesitant so you made sure all your actions were big and obvious so you wouldn’t cause him any suspicious.

“I don’t need it, I’m not staying for long” he huffed as his ears flattened against his head. You tried your best not to make him uncomfortable and stare at his dark chocolate ears, but the curiosity was getting to you and you just wanted to know what they felt like.

You still weren’t a master at reading hybrid body language but by the way his head tilted upwards as he sniffed the place and his tail wagged side to side you could tell he was happy enough to have a place to sleep.

“it’s not a huge place so you should be able to find your way around, feel free to take a shower and relax while I make dinner. Your room is just through that door there” you said as you pointed to the door.

“you mean my temporary room” he corrected with an attitude.

You let out a chuckle before nodding your head and raising your hands in defeat.

“right, my bad” you stated.

It was getting closer towards 7pm which meant your stomachs growls were getting more intense. You were almost positive the hybrid currently roaming your apartment wouldn’t mind what you made as long as it was editable so you decided to go with some basic pasta.

As you chopped mince you started thinking about this being a long-term arrangement.

He was already insured, he has nowhere else to go and you were sure Namjoon would help you with anything you didn’t understand. Sure, the hybrid was mildly rude but you could get used to that…

You excitedly finished cooking your spaghetti with a small happy dance before grabbing two plates and dishing out the meal.

“JUNG-“ you started to yell but as soon as you whipped around you saw him staring at what would have been your back with his arms crossed over his chest.

You let out a small shriek of surprise before clinging your chest and breathing out in relief.

“Jesus Christ” you whispered to yourself as you grabbed the two plates and made your way over to the dinner table, not hearing any form of apology from your new roommate.

“I hope you like spaghetti” you smiled as you sat down and dug into your much-awaited meal.

Jungkook slowly sat down as he sniffed out the meal, probably looking for poison. His eyes narrowed as the swapped between the plate of food in front of him and you.

As you tried to slurp the strands of spaghetti into your mouth you rolled your eyes at his caution.

When he concluded that it was safe to consume, you watched in awe as he shoved the spaghetti into his mouth, letting out small groans of delight every now and then.

“Careful, you’ll get indigestion if you eat too fast” you commented as he continued to stuff his mouth.

He didn’t stop his feast or snap back like he usually did, his eyes just clicked to yours portraying one simple message…

‘shut up, I’m hungry’

You laughed wholeheartedly before continuing to eat your meal.

“did you shower?” you asked as you noticed he was wearing the same clothes as before.

He shook his head before briefly stopping his eating.

“I don’t have other clothes” he said bluntly before getting up and going to get some more food.

You sat there like an idiot. Of course, he doesn’t, he literally walked through your door with nothing but himself.

“oh! I think I have something for you!” you said remembering your friend had sent you some clothes because his washing machine had broken down, not your fault he had never returned to collect them.

You quickly ran into your room and shuffled through your draws before finally pulling out some underwear, a shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

“here! This will have to do for now if that’s okay” you said as you folded the clothes and placed them next to him.

He looked at the clothes before looking back down at his dish of spaghetti.

“this isn’t permanent” he whispered softly as his ears slowly flattened against his head and his lip quivered a little bit.

You sat in silence as you watched him continue to shove food in his mouth, however, the atmosphere had changed. A coat of despair and loneliness placed itself over the pair of you.

You were uncertain if it was a statement or a question; you thought carefully about if you should reply or change the subject completely.

As you brain buzzed with a thousand different options and routes you didn’t notice Jungkook giving your apartment a thorough scan.

“what do you do? This seems like a place a rich person would live in?” he asked in disbelief as he scanned you up and down, a look almost resubliming the statement ‘how the hell do you live here?’ covering his features.

You were about to argue with him and defend yourself against what he had just implied, but the curiosity in his eyes told you to just answer the question.

“I work at a creation company, basically all the employees there are all-rounders and are tasked to design different products concerning whatever is trendy that month” you shrugged.

It was a pretty cool job. You had good pay and a diverse range of hours, it was nice.

“so why are you alone?” he asked bluntly.

You gaped at him in confusion. The question could mean a whole range of different things, you just didn’t know which one.  

“as in where is your significant other? Your bae? Your boo? Your one and-“he started with an antagonizing voice.

“I don’t have one” you cut in as you rolled your eyes and walked your dirty plate over to the sink.

The hybrid silenced as you ran your plate under the Luke warm water. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to have a boyfriend, or that you couldn’t get one. It just wasn’t the right time…

“then who’s that?” Jungkook asked as he pointed towards a picture frame, carefully seated on your draw.

Your heartbeat increased as you recognized the devilish smile that had once captured your heart.

You gulped before trying to hide your now watering eyes. “someone I used to know” you spoke softly as memories of your previous relationship flooded your mind.

You had met him in what you thought was a café; never judge a book by its cover because what had looked like a café turned out to be a strip club…this should have been your first warning sign when he had approached you.

He had told you he owned a café, a real one and that you should go sometime. What eventually turned into a date was a set up for many more to come; soon turning into a relationship.

It had been a year and a half when you found out what you did. When you found out who he really was…Mark…someone who had stolen your heart and crushed it like the dick of a human being he was.

You shook off the feeling of heartbreak and turned your attention to the hybrid still stuffing food in his mouth.

“I think you’ve eaten the whole pot” you chuckled as you cleaned up the area around you.

Jungkook hummed in confirmation before dragging his body up off of the chair and cradling his belly in his hand. As he rubbed it comfortingly he released a small whine of pain yet relief.

“I feel so bloated” he whined as he passed you his plate.

“go shower and then you can sleep for as long as you want to” you smiled before resuming with the dishes.

Jungkook stood there in silence for a minute before swerving on his heels and shuffling his way to the bathroom.

“Goodnight!” you yelled out before hearing the door to the bathroom close.

Quickly finishing up the dishes you decided to finish your superhero marathon that you started a couple nights ago. You had the day off tomorrow so you had allllll nightttttt.

The iron man movie played as you dug your hand into a bag of Doritos.

as you listened to the sound of shower water pouring to the floor you took the chance to quickly wipe out your phone and search up more information about hybrids.

‘how to read hybrid body language’

You stared at your phone intensely as multiple sources popped up on our screen.

One article caught your eye.

‘when a cat hybrid has been abandoned and or abused the said hybrid will shy away from touches of strangers or people they don’t trust yet-‘

“what are you doing?”

You let out what would be the second shriek today as you chucked your phone down to the floor in panic.

You quickly turned around to Jungkook who was looking towards the T.v paying you no attention.

“err..just watching iron man” you stated as you tried to calm your beating heart “weren’t you going to bed?” you asked as you picked up your phone, checking it for cracks.

“I can’t sleep when I can hear you obnoxious crunching from miles away” he spoke as his eyes stayed glued to the flashing light of the T.v

“do you wanna watch with me?” you asked ignoring his blatantly rude comment.

Instead of answering your question he simply moved around the couch and sat across from you, his eyes still glued to the big screen.

The movie continued to entertain the two of you, Jungkook seemingly more interested in the movie than you; You swore you saw a small smile sneak its way onto his lips as tony stark dropped some mad jokes.

This was the fifth time you had watched this movie so sleep was easily taking over your body. Before you completely passed out you watched as Jungkook quietly removed the bag of chips from your failing limbs.

He’ll be excited to know there’s are two other iron man movies, but you’ll save this information for later.

——-

The sounds of intense alarms had your body flying off the couch.

The sudden brightness of the room had you groaning in confusion but the slight pain in your leg had you wide awake.

“ugh get off me”

You look beneath your bottom half to see jungkook’s legs entangled with yours. You had no time to question the situation as the alarm continued to blare.

The both of you quickly stumbled to your feet, drool chilling on your chin as you quickly tried to fix your bird nest hair.

Jungkook’s tired groans of annoyance could be heard evidently behind you as the two of you exited your apartment to find other residents living on your level in the hallway.

“y/n! darling!”

Fuck…fuck fuck fuckity fuck.

“oh! krystal! How nice to see you” you smiled fakely as you tried your hardest to be nice.

“sorry! That alarm was my fault everybody!” she chirped before turning around to all the other guests.

While she proceeded with her sickeningly sweet apologies you took the time to look her up and down. She wore bright pink workout clothes with a white headband that screamed ‘I’m too good for you’.

“I was just baking my daily goods too send down to the children’s center” she said before flicking her perfectly straightened locks from her shoulders.

“you all know how I just love to help others!” she exclaimed as circled back around to you. Thankfully, the maintenance guy had fixed the continuous ear deafening sound.

You tried your hardest to sneakily turn around but the bitch was too quick.

“y/n! are you not going to introduce me to your new hybrid?! Oh my gosh! We can have hybrid play dates!! I already know my little BamBam would love too meet him!” she ‘epped’ excitedly as she grabbed your shoulders enthusiastically.

It was way too fucking early and you were not in the mood but at the mention of BamBam your ears perked up. You loved BamBam, he was such a little bundle of joy who also loved to bitch about his owner.

You exchanged a quick look with Jungkook before she continued to blab on.

“you’re quite the looker aren’t you! It’s a pleasure to meet you! I would love to get to know you more! Maybe I should come over later!” she said before grabbing his hand forcefully.

You watched in slow motion as Jungkook hissed lowly at her before harshly tearing his hand away from hers.

She jumped back in shock as she looked at him in disgust.

“how dare you! Y/n! control your hybrid!” she shouted as she placed her hands on her hips. Jungkook’s fists balled up before you rolled your eyes at her.

“maybe you should have asked to touch him first” you said calmly, shocking both Krystal and Jungkook.

Usually, you would avoid confrontation with Krystal but as mentioned before…it was too fucking early and you weren’t here for anything that was taking place.

“wh.. what did you just say?” she asked in confusion.

“I said. Maybe you should have had the decency to ask if you could touch him first. You don’t know him, you can’t just go around grabbing strangers. Look, it’s too early for this shit and I hope everything goes well at the children’s center but please don’t disturb my friend” you said before smiling at her softly.

You proceeded to enter your humble home, Jungkook following close behind you.

“does she come around a lot?” Jungkook asked annoyed as he ruffled his hair.

“it’s just a matter of knowing when it’s safe to leave” you replied as you plonked yourself back on the couch.

“don’t you have work today?” he asked as he sat on the couch facing you nervously.

“nope not today. Why do you wanna do something?” you stated as you stared at him.

There was a Hugh elephant in the room that you knew the two of you would have to address soon enough. Is he gonna stay? Or is he leaving?

The apartment was silent as the two of you stared at each intensely, neither of you knowing what to do or say.

Before you could speak your pleasant ringtone was entering your ears.

“Y/n! Quick! I need you to go to the headquarters and just disable my robot for me! Please! I know you live really close so would you do this for me?” namjoon pleaded on the other side.

You could hear the stress and struggle in his voice. Along with the begging cries for attention you could only assume were from his hybrids.

“of course, I can!” you answered as you shot up from your seat.

“I owe you one!” he said before hanging up on you.

“Alright Jungkook! We’ve got places to go and things to do!” you said enthusiastically as you bolted for the door.

“were still in our pajamas!!!”

—-

The two of you ran into headquarters in sweatpants and slippers but you didn’t care, this was urgent.

As you ran through the marble opening towards the elevators people stared the two of you down. Some judging, some in confusion.

“so, what do we have to do?” Jungkook asked as he admired the clear black marble. It was a beautiful office. Only the higher-ups and important people were allowed access.

You, Namjoon, Jimin and other people that worked on your floor were allowed to store your creations here and gather equipment.

“Namjoon must have been in a rush to get home and didn’t properly deactivatethis robot that he’s been working on. Who knows what it’ll do if it wakes up” you said as you tapped your foot against the ground anxiously.

“and when will it wake up?” Jungkook asked as the elevator doors opened.

As you took a step into the holding department, you were met with a pair of shining silver lights and a strong metal build.

“I’d say now” you said as fear too over your being.

“run!” you shouted as you pushed Jungkook in one direction and ran in the other.

You could feel something…you didn’t know if it was adrenaline or pure fear but you could feel the vibrations of how hard your feet were hitting the floor through your body.

The robot had long legs so you knew you wouldn’t really be able ot out run it, but the lack of sound had you praying for the best.

You hair swished in front of you face as you tried to listen out for the robotic sounds of running behind you, however, nothing could be heard.

You slowed down as you hid behind a stack of boxes and tried to catch your breath. Your heart was pounding against your chest but it was the only thing you could hear. You slowly made your way to the end of the boxes to try and see what was going on.

Slowly…

Slowly…..

Before you could peer past the boxes you felt hard mental smack against your back.

You cried out in pain as your body skid against the ground. You hissed at the feeling of your skin grazing against the solid floor before lifting your head up, your eyes meeting with the silver ones.

You quickly tried to crawl away from it as you started to walk towards you. Its movements sharp and predator like.

Giving up on your escape you simple closed your eyes and got ready for impact.

…but it never came.

At the sound out colliding metal you slowly opened your eyes too see Jungkook plunging a large plank of metal through namjoons creation.

As the robot’s eyes started to flicker off Jungkook pushed it right through with a grunt of struggle.

You sat in previous position in utter shock. It had only been a couple minutes and you had been attacked by robot and saved by your hybrid friend who you thought had run for his life as well.

Jungkook watched the robot fall to the floor before turning to you and helping you up.

“are you okay?” he asked with a hint of worry as he freed your hair from your sweaty forehead.

“yer…t-thanks for saving me” you stuttered as you tried to collect your thoughts and emotions. Fucking Namjoon, how do you forgot to tell someone that your robot is a warrior and will not hesitate to try to annihilate you.

“what do we do with it?” Jungkook asked as the two of you stared at the now pile of wrecked metal.

“let’s just leave it here…someone else will get it” you said as you started shuffling towards the door keeping close to Jungkook as you pasted the beast.

You took a mental note to personally tell namjoon that his creation was a death machine and he owed you three thousand favours just for it attacking you, not counting the emotional trauma that came with it.

The elevator ride was silent because now you had no distraction. It was time to discuss what needed to be talked about.

—-

You sat silently on the couch as Jungkook grabbed his belongings.

You fiddled with your pyjama shirt as he placed the clothes he borrowed from you on the counter.

“er…I’ll just be going now” he stated as his eyes locked with yours.

You stood up awkwardly before nodding your head and walking forward so you could be closer to him. You didn’t know how your next sentence would come across but you knew they were your true feelings

“I…don’t want you to go..you know you don’t have to leave, right?” you asked strongly as his hand grasped the door.

“I can’t stay” he whispered softly and you could almost hear his voice cracking.

You shifted your weight onto your other foot as you pondered what to say next.

“look, I’ll admit I have no idea about hybrids or the hybrid world. And im not going to tell you that ill be this amazing companion because I already know im going to make mistakes. But ill never hurt or belittle you. Were equals here okay? So it’s completely your decision if you want to stay or leave but just know that I’m an option. Even if you leave now and are hungry or need a bed…or maybe even if your just lonely. This will always be your home as much as it is mine” you declared nervously as you played with your hands.

Jungkook slowly dropped his hand from the door before turning back around to you, his eyes glistening with an emotion you couldn’t quite read.

“Having a hybrid is a lot of work”

“yes, I am aware”

“if you have a future partner, they probably won’t like it”

“the right one wouldn’t care”

Jungkook continued to bore into your eyes, neither of you backing down. You could tell by the way that his eyes were welling up that he wanted this.

“I can see that you want to stay” you said smiling at him teasingly, immediately brightening up the mood.

“I never said that” he replied as he crossed his arms in annoyance. You let out a chuckle of endearment before passing him the pizza hut brochure.

“pick what you want and ill order it for lunch, I think I’m just gonna stay in pajama’s”, you said before yawning and stretching out your arms.

“I’m not your hybrid…alright, I’m just living with you” he said shyly as he looked down at the different options of pizza.

You gave him a warm smile before nodding your head in agreement

“I wouldn’t have it any other way”

Hunting Trip

Dean x Reader (Best Friends to Lovers AU)

Summary: Something doesn’t feel right when your dad, Bobby, and best friend, Dean, invite your new boyfriend on a hunting trip. Convinced that their plan is to scare him off, you decide to tag along. Is it a good idea, though?

Originally posted by canonspngifs

“Dean, what the hell?”

“What the hell what?” He asked, unfazed at seeing you barge into his apartment; he kept packing his duffel bag unbothered, not sparing one glance in your direction. You knew he was just playing it cool.

“You and my dad – what are you two planning?”

The corners of his mouth bent down as he shrugged. “Nothing. Bobby wants to go hunting, so we’re going.”

“What about Chet?”

And he had the audacity to feign innocence at that. “What about him?”

“You invited him. Why would you do that?”

“I thought he wanted to come, and he does. That’s all.”

“That’s all?” You scoffed. “You, my dad, and rifles, and that’s all? Right. You’re not at all trying to scare him off like you did with George.”

Dean stopped packing and turned to face your entirely. “All right. George was a douchebag. I know it, you know it, everyone knows it. The way I see it, we did you a solid.”

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I Hate History

 Author: bvidzsoo

 Warning: light swearing, smut

 Pairing: Park Chanyeol x female reader

 Word count: 5, 925

 Summary: You always hated history. Maybe because your previous teacher was a nightmare, you weren’t sure….One day, a very hot and young teacher introduces himself as Park Chanyeol, your new History teacher. In some ways you’re glad that you have a hot teacher, but you also find him weird. Things turn out diferently when you have to make a project with him.

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Ugh P.6 [Peter Parker] [Soulmate AU]

Originally posted by peteyprker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, more angst, mentions of pain etc

A/N: I don’t know shit about helping patch someone up. Also- I’m an ass and I know it and I’m not sorry asdfghjk I love you guys! Seriously, when I wrote the first part to this, I had no idea it would lead here or become so well liked! <3 This ones a little long to make up for the shit I may or may not pull 👀

Part 5.5, Masterlist


There he was, fingers weakly tangled into the end of your shirt, gently pulling with what strength he had left. He was face down and obviously beaten. Why did you always meet in such frustrating or bad ways? The first time was because you screamed. The second because he slammed his foot upon his own and broke his toes- and now this.

He was bleeding.

“God- you idiot.“, you whispered to him after you’d calmed yourself. It seemed like he loved to find you at the worst times- like he lived for causing you pain and frustration. Slowly, you pulled him further into the alley, not wanting him to be seen in such a state. Any thug would take the opportunity to kick him while he was down and you would not have that. You weren’t sure if you could protect him- but you’d try. You’d try with all your might, and damn anyone who had the audacity to try you.

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Title: Doubt
Fandom: X-Men
Word Count: 1,220
Characters: Kurt Wagner x Reader, Warren Worthington III, Jubilation Lee
Reader Gender: Not specified
Warnings: Assumptions of infidelity, a bit of self-deprecation
Notes: Request from @multipotens for “idk if I already sent you this (if I did oops) but could you maybe write a Kurt X reader where he’s jealous of warren cause the reader and him are best friends (both the badass leather jacket people at Xavier’s) and when people hear that Kurt is crying in his room the reader comforts him and flufffff? ugh nervous and insecure Kurt is my life! thank you so so much I love ur account!!!!” // Thank you!!

Originally posted by claracivry

When you know someone extremely well, it’s easy to tell when something is bothering them. They may never intentionally give any indication that something’s wrong, but nevertheless, you can still tell. And that was how you knew that something was up with Kurt.

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Surprise (3/?)

Summary :  You die while being on a mission with the team. At least , that’s what you thought. What happens when you suddenly wake up alive ? What do you do now? & how will the team handle the news after thinking you’ve been dead for months?

Warnings : swearing, angst, violence , fluff( tiny, tiny bit for now).

Pairing, (so far) : Avengers x reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader( No permanent pairing yet!)
* Bold is readers thoughts,  &  italics are memories. *

Surprise Master List          Marvel Master List


“ I CALLED IT! BANNER YOU OWE ME $100." 

 You laugh at Tonys outburst as he pulls you to him, returning the tight hug. ” Welcome Back Y/n. “ He whispers into your ear . 

The rest of the teams welcome was the same, except Steve, Sam and Buckys. 

  Sam lifts you off the ground, swinging your around .” I fucking hoped it was you ! “ he cheers as he sets you down. You kiss his cheek and giggle. Bucky tugs you into a bonecrushing hug as he swears under his breath .  

” Hi Buckaroo “

  ” I cant believe its you Y/n. “ he admits as he steps back to look at you . A smirk forms on his face, ” Damn, looking as good as ever darling .“ he flirts. A blush blossoms over your cheeks.

 ” Bite me Barnes. “

” With pleasure .“ he shoots back with a wink. You roll your eyes .

Steve is still standing there with his eyes bugging out of his head.  ” Hi Stevie .“  your voice shy & quiet . 

” Oh my  God. “ he whispers, still staring at you .

Is he not happy to see me?

  Tears start flowing down your cheeks at the thought. When Steve sees the first one fall he steps forwards, swiping It away gently. He pulls you to him, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your hair. You swear he sniffs your hair, but you ignore it , hugging him tightly to you .

Originally posted by peoplealwaysleave-99

All too quickly his arms disappear , and he is stepping back from you . He doesn’t say a word, just walks out of the room like his life depended on it.You , Bucky & Sam all exchange confused glances at Steves behavior .What the hell? Bucky races after him, while Sam pulls you towards the bar.

  ” You know, he wasn’t the same after that mission.“ Sam tells you as  he knowingly watches you look for your friends.You sigh, bringing your glass to your lips. ” He blames himself for losing you . Me & Barnes have caught him sleeping in your old room a handful of times.  He wouldn’t let any of us pack up your things. “ Your heart breaks at the information sam feeds you ,I never wanted him to blame himself, dammit.

 ” Its not his fault though . He didn’t know-“

” You know you told him you loved-“

” Shut up Sam. “   

He starts laughing loudly , ” Damn , I missed you.“ 

” Yeah yeah , I missed you too bird butt.“  You hear him groan . You giggle, and pull him to the deserted dancefloor.  

” Come on Sammy!“ he doesn’t fight it, just lets you drag him  . The song changes to something a little more upbeat, and he starts twirling you around the floor. You giggle as you two dance, knowing you look anything but suave . 

Originally posted by giftedmotherfucker

  The team surrounds you two ( minus Steve and Bucky) and laughs while they watch you and Sam horribly dance. You manage to coax most of them into dancing, and before you know it the dancefloor is filling with people.   

    You take a break from dancing and weave through the crowd and back to the bar.  You see Steve and Bucky leaning against it ,so you dart towards them . 

” Can we talk?“ you ask Steve as you approach  .  He sighs, and nods towards the door leading to the balcony. Bucky sends you a symphathetic  look before you follow behind Steve.  When the door shuts behind you , you decide to make the first move ,

” Steve -“

” You died. I watched you die in my arms from bullets that were meant for me.“  You don’t know how to respond, so you don’t. 

” You’ve been gone a year , and ive spent every god damn day blaming myself.“ "It wasn’t your fault !  I- ”

“ Your right ,it wasn’t my fault. It was yours. What the hell were you thinking  jumping infront of me like that ! ” he bellows . You’ve never seen this side of him, hes never been angry with you before and its terrifying.

 " I was saving your damn Life Steve!“

” No one asked you to y/n! You aren’t enhanced, you weren’t even a part of the damn team! , I didn’t need you to save me!“Tears escape your eyes, his words sinking in .

 ” I couldn’t watch you die Steve.“ you whisper  


Steves POV

  I let out a dry laugh at her statement, ” So you made me watch you die instead? You were selfish and naïve. You had no place being there that day. You aren’t special  like the others on the-“ As soon as the words leave my mouth I realize just how bad they sound. Before I get a chance to rephrase she speaks,

Originally posted by heartfulloffandoms

 ” I’m so fucking sorry , did I hurt your fucking ego saving your life?!“ she spits, her voice dripping with anger. 

 Fuck , I didn’t mean to - ugh I really need to learn how to not look like an ass.

” Y/n I didn’t-“

” Fuck off Rogers. I thought we were friends, i thought youd be happy to see me but clearly i was fucking wrong. “ She says before storming back into the party . ” I’m an idiot.“ i say to myself,

” Yeah you really are.“  I look seeing Bucky in the doorway . ” What the hell were you thinking ?! That girl saved your ass because she loves you ,Did you forget that ?  Or are you still trying to deny your own feelings . “ he barks  at me.

 ” I need to find her. “ I say as i push past him , I know he is right, i think about the fact that i never got to tell her how i felt about her everyday  .  I search through the crowd of people, but come up empty .

 ” Her and Pietro just left, it was a big night for her . Let her sleep it off.“ Sam says as he approaches me.

 Son of a bitch .


Y/n POV

 You’re thankful Pietro is just as exhausted and overwhelmed as you  .He jumped at the chance to head to bed when you announced you were calling it a night. You’ve spent a lot of night together back when it was just the two of you , never in a sexual way though .    Tears start falling the second you step foot in your old room .  Everything was the same way you left it that day , except your bed. You always made your bed before you left,   right now though the blankets tossed to one side and the pillows are strewn across it. You step closer and Steve scent find your nostrils. He really has been sleeping  in here.

    You shake off the sadness that starts to form, and begin digging through your drawers for pajamas. You both switch from your party clothes into pj’s , then fall into your old bed. 

 ” P, even though its not just the two of us anymore, we are still going to stay close right? “ you question .

He pulls you closer to him , placing a light kiss on your forehead, ” You cant get rid of me that easily Y/n . I never really thought id be this close to someone other than Wanda , I don’t plan on giving it up.“    You lean up to kiss his cheek,

” Neither do I “ .    


  ” Sex must not have been that good, we didn’t even hear you doing it.“  

You groan , rolling on your back as you look towards your open door. Tony is standing there with a smug look on his face . You hear Pietro mumble as he stretches next to you .

"  For all you know Tony, I’m a quiet lover. ” you say through your yawns . 

He lets out a loud laugh , “ I’d love to find out. ”

You fake gag as you stand , all your bones cracking as you fully stretch  .“ What do you need ironballs?”

 " I wanna run a few tests on you two, see how your insides are looking.“ he simply states, you watch as his eyes go to your bare legs .

” Eyes up here perv. You want to do this now?“  You slide on the first pair of shorts you find. 

” Yeah , might as well get it out of the way .“ he shrugs  .You hear Pietro lightly snoring then look to see him asleep again and wrapped in your blanket.

"Seriously?"    you yank Pietro out of bed by his foot . He yelps as he lands on the floor. A strong of curses flows from his lips as he stands .

” We have to give Tony blood, stay awake for like 20 minutes then you can go back to bed ,lazy ass. “ He mumbles but follows after the both of you .      It doesn’t take long for Tony to poke and prod at the both of you. You decide to head to the communal kitchen,  your stomach kept grumbling while  you in the lab . As soon as you step off the elevator you hear laughter echoing through the floor. 

 You keep walking towards the sound, finding Sam , Bucky and Steve sitting on the couch watching cartoons. Are they watching Scooby doo? !

  You fight the urge to yell at them for not inviting you , you still don’t want to speak to Steve after last night. You walk straight to the kitchen  ,but since you have to pass by the couches Sam sees you .

 " Well good morning Sunshine!” he calls, you wave but keep moving.  

You go right to the fridge, finding a bowl of fresh cut fruit.God yes.

You grab it then hop on to the counter as you begin eating.  You moan at the taste of the strawberry ,

 " so that’s what gets you hot & bothered, huh?“  Buckys voice startles you ,causing you to almost drop your fruit.

 ” I’m putting fucking bells around your neck.“ you playfully threaten .

 He lets out a booming laugh while he walks closer to you . He opens his mouth , silently asking for a piece . You roll your eyes as you feed him a grape.   

" Why don’t we go  out and do something today ?” he asks,  you hum in agreement before adding,

“ If I don’t eat right now Barnes, ill be your worst nightmare."  He rolls his eyes at you with a chuckle.

 ” Shes not kidding, I’ve seen her up close when she hasn’t eaten Buck. I’m glad you found the fruit I left you . " Steve says as he enters.

Oh so now hes friendly? Fuck him and his dumb delicious fruit.

 You don’t acknowledge Steves words, or even his presence . You place the bowl of remaining fruit on the counter , hopping down from your seat . 

“ Y/n , can we -”

 " No, I don’t think we can Captain Rogers. “ 

Originally posted by wonderloves

Bucky sighs at the two of you .

 ” Told you she wouldn’t talk to him !“ Sam yells from the couch . You snort, and grab an orange off the counter and lean towards the doorway to toss it at him. You hear a thud then Sam grunt.  Bucky bursts out laughing, and you can see Steve shake his head at your antics.

 ” I’m still kinda tired Buck, maybe we can go do something another day .“ you offer

 ” What about a movie day ?“  His puppy dog eyes on full display as he asks.Jesus, I don’t think anyone can say no to him.

” Damn it Barnes.  Fine. “   You invite the rest of the team for a movie day , but only Sam, Steve , Pietro and Wanda join the two of you .  The twins sat next to each other , laughing and teasing each other the entire time.  Watching the two of them made your heart swell with happiness. They both looks so complete in each others presence, you’ve never seen Pietro so happy  .   

Originally posted by e-dna-e-mod-e

” Mr. Stark is requesting everyone in his lab in 5 minutes.“ FRIDAY announces.

I wonder what new toy he wants to show us  .

    You make your way down, sitting next to Natasha on a stool .

 ” What did he build now?“ you whisper to her

” I have no idea, but whatever it is better not be alive. “ she hisses. You cant hide your snort at her comment. The team breaks out in smiles at the sound 

 ” I cant believe I’m going to say this , but I think I fucking missed your laugh snorting. “ Clint says . You hear everyone agree , making you blush  .

” Guys stop .“ you say bashfully.   

” So get this , “ Tony says as he strolls in .

” You know you’re the one that called us here , and YOU were late. “ you point out

” I do what I want.“ he says with a shrug. Of course you do Tony.

He has FRIDAY pull up two screens, one showing your blood cell samples, and the other Pietros . They looked drastically different, yet with some similiarities.  His have specks of silver in them, along spikey balls attached to some .Ewh is that normal?

  Yours is what makes your eyes nearly pop from your head, you had the same spikey balls , but they are blue, & multiplying every few seconds.

 ” Tony what the hell is that !“ You shriek

 ” Calm down .  Pietros looks the way it does because the particles that came from your TAHITI bonded with his already mutated ones from his enhancements. Weird bonded with weirder and seemingly complimented eachother well and balanced him out. You my dear, didn’t have the prior enhancement, but the program seems to have created some. “ It did what now?

” I’m sorry what? “ He clears off Pietros screen and zooms onto yours.   

” Tony what are you saying ?“ Steve asks as he watches your screen . 

” I don’t know how to make this anymore understandable. Speedy over there, already had mutated cells when TAHITI was administered. He is already enhanced so his cells were trying to heal him the minute he was injured, the program only slightly helped since they were already laced with all the mutation possible. Y/n, had completely normal cells , hence why TAHITI helped her heal so much faster. It seems it also mutated her cells. “  

 You all are still sending him ’ wtf ’ looks, Tony pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration . ” English Tony.“ you say, annoyance clear in your tone.  

” You . Are.Enhanced. Whatever abilities you have just haven’t surfaced yet.“   

  Your mouth drops open,  ” you- I - but - what?“  Your mind cant seem to stick on one question ,the team stays silent as they watch your face scrunch in realization .

 ” It’s going to be alr-“ 

” What the hell Tony !“ you bellow ” How did SHIELD miss this !?!“   

” They didn’t miss it , they sent it over to me  so I could get a closer look and see if I could trigger-“ 

” THEY KNEW AND DIDNT TELL ME!?“

  You hate this, you hate being left out of the loop , and you especially hate being left out when its concerning you . 

   ” Y/n, calm down -“ Steve starts, he puts his hand on your shoulder but you rip yourself out of his grip .

  "  Back the hell off Steve. ” you growl   

 " Sir, it seems Miss Y/n’s vitals are skyrocketing into dangerous numbers .“ FRIDAY announces.

  ” Y/n, you need to relax. “ Tony says as he slowly approaches you .   

” Wait , Tony did you know about Y/n and Pietro all this time?“ Natasha asks suspiciously .  

He hesitates before answering, ” I didn’t know about Maximoff, but I was informed about Y/n when she woke up and they saw the abnormalities in her cells. They sent me her bloodwork when their team couldn’t- "  

“ You knew ? ” Steve slams his hands against one of the tables.   

“ It was confidential ,and even if it wasn’t, I couldn’t risk telling anyone. What If something went wrong and she didnt come back? You’d all be heartbroken  !” Tony defends.

 " I WAS ALREADY HEARTBROKEN!“  Steve snaps at Tony.  At this point, all you feel is pure rage flowing through you .

How could Tony know ,and not even call me ?  I sat in that damn facility for months, and he fucking knew?! And who the hell is Steve to say he was heartbroken! Did he forget our conversation from  last night already! 

  You try to even your breathing ,but nothing seems to help .  You register your name being called but you’re so focused on not trying to kill Tony or Steve that you cant answer. They are still bickering about you like you aren’t even in the room .   ” SHUT UP. BOTH OF YOU , JUST SHUT THE HELL UP !“ You scream at the two infront of you .  They go silent, locking their eyes on you.

 ” Miss Y/n, I advise you take a seat your vitals are showing-“  You don’t hear the rest, everything goes silent  and your vision fades to absolute darkness.

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How One Day Changed Everything

Dean x Reader

A/N: This fic was written for @iwantthedean ‘s Two Prompt - One-shot Challenge. My prompt was: “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

A/N2: Moving this fic from my side blog @canyonic to my main one.

Summary: Dean has been your best friend since when you were four. But is he just that? (Best friends to lovers - College AU)

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The Contest - Chapter 4

As you and the rest of The Avengers test your willpower in an unusual challenge, your attempts to remain Master of your Domain are complicated when James “Bucky” Barnes makes you his mission.

Pairing:
Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings:
Chapter 4 continues with the slow, slow build, Some angst thrown in, Smut to come, Fluff for now, Serious with some funny, Swearing, Flirting, Sweetness, Sexual tension, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Touching, Groping, Fingering, Language, NSFW, Marshmallows, Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 5,075 (wait, what?)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

A/N: Wow, this chapter was a tough one…things got a little out of hand with the word count. I know it’s a change in pace from the previous ones and probably not as entertaining (or smutty) so I hope you’re not too disappointed. I just really needed to write this - would not get out of my head.  So please bear with me…promise to get back to the smutty hilarity in the next two chapters ;)

To everyone who sent me messages, feedback and requests to be tagged after Chapters 1 - 3 THANK YOU! You are the best! I hope I remembered to tag everyone, apologies if you were missed. Send me a note if you would like to be tagged.

To my twitter babes: thanks for the support, love and smut ;)

Chapter 4: Dreams

That night you collapse into bed, groaning loudly as your bruised and weary body sinks into the mattress. Staring at the ceiling you try to shake thoughts of Bucky from your head but you can’t seem to stop the scenes in the gym from replaying on a continuous loop. Every captured image, from his eyes wild with excitement and want or his hard body pressed against yours, is like a self-imposed torture on the senses.

Although every muscle in your body is on fire, nothing compares to the ache between your legs. You and Bucky had both crossed a line that afternoon and as far as you were concerned, you never wanted to go back. All you could think about were Bucky’s fingers rolling over your slick and sliding into you. Even though it was only for a brief moment, it was enough to drive you out of your mind. And they weren’t even his metal ones. You bite your lip hard at the thought of those metal digits circling your clit and plunging into your heat.

You had been fascinated with the mechanics and sheer power of his metal arm from the very moment you meet Bucky. But after overhearing him tell Steve one day that Stark had fixed the vibrating function on his bionic fingers, you found yourself constantly imagining all the dirty things you wanted that hand to do to your body.

The first time he had touched you with it, you were so turned on that you couldn’t speak. You had just stood there silent, your eyes growing wide and mouth falling open as a wave of heat rolled through your body. Bucky however, mistakenly interpreted your reaction as one of fear and to your disappointment, had quickly withdrawn his touch in embarrassment.

For weeks you tried everything to get his hands back onto your body but he seemed to be avoiding all contact – going as far as disobeying an order from Natasha to train with you. He finally confessed the reason to her the night of the party when he had bolted from his seat to escape your stare. Natasha, the consummate matchmaker, assured Bucky that the only thing you were afraid of was how hard you were falling for the super soldier…and that you may explode the next time he touched you with what you referred to as his “weapon of mass distraction.” Noting his confused expression, Natasha was only more than happy to fill Bucky in on your metal arm kink.

After that, it was near impossible to wipe that cocky smirk off his face every time he caught you staring at his arm. It was no surprise then that he was doing his damnedest since the contest started to feel you up every chance he got with his metal fingers. And they did not disappoint.

Fuck. If his fingers feel that good on your body, his cock was going to wreck you.

Jesus that cock. Your pussy twitches as you recall your fingers tracing his erection – so big and thick - through his shorts. How you had managed to restrain yourself from pulling down that thin layer of fabric and wrapping your mouth around that cock was a mystery. The taste of his pre-cum was seared on your lips and you wanted more, so much more. Back arching, you imagine the feel of his hard shaft sliding between your folds and filling your core.

Huffing loudly as you kick the blankets off your legs, you wonder how the hell you’re going to sleep tonight with all of these filthy thoughts of Bucky circling in your head. Turning towards the direction of Bucky’s room you wonder if he’s awake – if thoughts of you were driving him to distraction.

Hmph. Bastard was probably sleeping like a baby, dreaming of Dolores or Mildred or whatever the fuck the women back in his day were called. You feel a pang of jealously as you picture Bucky, looking handsome in his army uniform, flirting and dancing with all the ladies. Arm flexing, you smirk as you give his imaginary girls the once over. You could probably take them, no contest.

Ugh the contest.

Pounding the pillow with your fist, you squeeze your eyes shut and curse yourself for being so competitive. Just give into him and let him win you argue in your head. So you lose just this once, no big deal.

Oh my god, did you just say that? Your eyes fly open. No fucking way in hell Bucky was going to come out on top.

Shit. Now you were picturing him on top of you, driving his hard cock into your pussy.

You look up at the ceiling and sigh. It was going to be a long night.

When sleep finally claims you it’s only for a short while as dark dreams take hold.

You’re standing at the end of a long hallway, lights so bright that they burn your eyes. Two figures appear at the other end, calling your name. Your parents. You try to run to them but your feet are too heavy. Light bulbs explode overhead as you struggle to make your way towards them. By the time you reach the other end of the hallway, they’re gone. All that’s left is a small wooden box at your feet. You bend down to pick it up and open the lid. A sweet, fragile melody fills the space. You are so entranced by the music that you don’t notice the hands reaching around to cover your mouth.

You wake strapped to a chair, faceless men surrounding you. Then you see him, standing silent against a wall. Bucky. You try to call out to him but your head is gripped tight in a steel vice. On the floor is the music box, playing its haunting melody. As the vice begins to pulse around your head, Bucky’s face begins to fade. A booted foot comes crashing down on the music box. Then there is darkness.

You start screaming Bucky’s name.

You awaken to the sound of your bedroom door flying open, a large shadow filling the frame.

“Bucky?” you gasp out hopefully through your tears.

As the figure moves forward, your eyes focus on Steve smiling warily.

“Sorry to disappoint you kiddo,” he says in a slightly dejected voice. “It’s just me.”

“I can go get Bucky if you want.”

Sensing his wounded pride, you shake your head and manage a small smile.

“Get that cute ass of yours over here Cap,” you order shakily, patting the bed.

Steve smiles and sits himself down.

“Another bad dream?” he murmurs as he rubs his thumb over the top of your hand in slow, comforting strokes.

You lean forward to rest your head on his shoulder.

“It’s been months since I had any and now this week, one every night,” you answer sheepishly. “I thought I was finally getting a handle on them.”

Steve tilts his head trying to make eye contact.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up. Believe me, I know how just the smallest thing can trigger these dreams.”

“Didn’t mean to wake anyone,” you mumble as you brush away a fat tear rolling down your cheek.

“It’s ok, I was already up,” he answers with a heavy sigh.

As Steve leans in to wrap his arm around your shoulder, you wince as he makes contact with your sore body.

“Looks like you and Bucky went at it pretty hard today,” he scolds as he looks over the bruises on your arm.

“Ugh, he’s such a punk sometimes,” you protest while looking up at him with an innocent pout. “Can Captain America beat him up for me?”

“I think you’re doing a damn fine job on your own,” he chuckles. “And I suspect if I ever threw a punch at him you’d clock me.”

Steve’s lips curl into a mischievous grin. “You’re crazy about him, aren’t you?”

“What?” you sniff indignantly. “You think I’m falling for that smug bastard?”

Steve shakes his head smiling. “You’re not a very good liar sweetheart.”

Your attempts to stare him down in defiance fall to the wayside as he raises an eyebrow and gives you a knowing look.

Hands covering your face, you fall back onto the bed. “I’m a fucking idiot.”

“You are far from an idiot,” he laughs as he rubs your leg. “You’re a smart, beautiful, strong woman…with lousy taste in men.”

His smile fades slightly as he looks at you, a hint of regret in his eyes. “Any man would be lucky to be with you.”

“I just want one man,” you confess as you turn your head to hide the blush creeping into your cheeks.

“But I can’t seem to shake the feeling that he’s just messing with me to win this contest.”

Steve shakes his head in disagreement. “Bucky isn’t a player. He wouldn’t string you along like that.”

“You’re good for him, good for each other,” he continues with a distant look in his eyes. “He’s been so happy lately.”

“When he’s with you, it’s like he’s my old Bucky.”

“Well your Bucky is kind of hard to read sometimes,” you stammer in frustration. “I can never tell what’s going on in his head when we’re together.”

“Well,” Steve smirks. “I’m no expert when it comes to relationships, but I think it’s pretty obvious that Bucky has a thing for you.”

“The guy has a constant boner when you’re around.”

“Oh my stars and stripes,” you gasp in mock horror. “Did Captain America just say boner?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “You’re such a brat.”

“You know on second thought, forget what I said about Bucky being into you,” he ponders while rubbing his chin in exaggeration. “He told me just yesterday that he prefers redheads.”

You scoff in annoyance and pull back to strike him in the arm.

Despite being doubled over with laughter, he somehow manages to grab your fist and block your punch.

“Bucky wasn’t kidding,” he teases as he brings your hand up to his lips and kisses your knuckles in apology. “You’re a feisty little kitty today.”

“hmph,” you grumble as you pull your hand away and cross your arms.

“Come on kitten,” he coaxes in a smooth voice as he rises from the bed. “Let’s get you some warm milk to help you sleep.”

“Meet me in the kitchen in 5 minutes.”

His warm smile melts away your glare.

“Steve?” you whisper, your eyes lowered as you play with a loose thread on your comforter.

He frowns, his face masked in concern.

“Thanks,” you stammer, eyes welling up with tears.

“Anytime sweetheart,” he murmurs while kissing your cheek.

As he makes his way to the door, he pauses to examine the splintered frame.

He shakes his head and mutters. “That little punk has it bad.”

The walk down the long hallway to the kitchen proves to more nerve-racking than anticipated and by the time you reach the entrance, you’re clutching your arms around you to stop from shaking. Your heart sinks as you enter the dark room and realize that Steve must still be upstairs. Eyes cast down to the floor, you hurriedly make your way to the fridge and swing the door open to grab a bottle of water.

“Back for another round?” a voice questions gruffly from the darkness.

You gasp loudly, nearly dropping the bottle and snap your head up. Peering into the darkness, your eyes land on Bucky, sitting alone at the table.

“Or are you too busy licking your wounds?”

You smile weakly at him, too spent to offer a retort.

“What, no smart comeba…” His smirk fades as the light from the refrigerator illuminates your tear-swollen eyes and ashen complexion.

Within seconds he’s standing in front of you, hands running over your shoulders and down your arms.

“What’s wrong doll,” he stammers as his eyes quickly examine your body. “Are you hurt?”

“Oh god, did I…did I hurt you?” His voice thick with fear and concern, you barely hear the words come out of his mouth.

As you start to shake your head from side to side, he breathes an audible sigh of relief. His worried eyes searching yours, it only takes a moment to read the terror and sadness in them – a reflection of what he’s seen in his own far too many times.

And in that one moment of understanding, your walls come crashing down. Without a word, Bucky swiftly pulls you into his body and wraps his arms protectively around you as you begin to sob uncontrollably against his chest.

“It’s ok baby, I’ve got you…I’ve got you,” he murmurs over and over into your ear.

His hand comes up to stroke your hair in comfort as he plants a long kiss on the top of your head.

It takes a while before your tears finally subside and you regain your breath. Clutching his shirt, damp with your tears, you start to mumble the details of your dream into his chest.

He grips you tighter as you tell him about your parents, the music box, the Hydra agents and how he had just stood there and watched as they erased your memories.

“I called out to you but it was like you couldn’t hear me,” you whisper, trying to contain the tears that were threatening to spill over again. “I woke up screaming your name.”

As you feel his body tense, you silently wish you had kept that part to yourself.

“I promise I’ll never let anyone hurt you,” he chokes out defiantly. “I’ll keep you safe, always.”

He looks at you, his intense blue eyes shimmering with tears.

“Please say you believe me.”

You answer his plea with a soft kiss on his neck before locking your gaze onto his.

“I trust you with my life James.”

A quiet sigh escapes his lips.

“I’m so sorry doll…that I wasn’t there to hear you calling for me.” His voice cracks with emotion as he cups your face in his hand.

“I came down here after…” His voice trails off as a wave of pain and fear rolls across his face and his body sags heavily against yours. It only takes a second for you to register why Bucky was up so late, sitting alone in the dark.

You pull his head down to rest his forehead on yours. You can feel his body trembling as you run your hands up his back and pull him closer.

“Shit I’m so stupid,” you mutter as you rub calming circles on his back. “Here I am spilling all my emotions onto you and I didn’t even stop to think what you were doing down here.”

“Is there anything I can do for you babe?”

A small smile flickers across Bucky’s lips. “For starters, never stop calling me babe.”

You blush fiercely in the dark as you realize your slip.

“Second,” he says as he leans in to kiss your forehead, “let me make you some hot chocolate.”

“I hate drinking alone.”

You nod and give him one last lingering hug before he pulls away towards the stove.

“Not sure what happened to Steve,” he shrugs as he turns on a small light over the stove and lights the gas. “He heard me yelling in my sleep and came in to check on me. Told me to meet him down here so we could talk.”

“That’s my fault,” you mumble guiltily as you come up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist while he pours some milk and hot chocolate mix into a pot. “He came to my room too after he heard me screaming. He must have been on his way to see you.”

“He said the same thing, to meet him down here…” You pause, smiling as you realize that Steve had intentionally sent you to the kitchen to be with Bucky. Bucky shoots you a knowing smile over his shoulder as he comes to the same conclusion.

A hiss from the stove diverts your attention. Bucky chuckles as you rise up on your tiptoes to try and get a better look over his shoulder.

“So, the Winter Soldier drinks hot chocolate when he can’t sleep?”

He motions to a bottle of rum and marshmallows on the counter. “My own special recipe.”

You smile in approval and move to grab two mugs from the cupboard. Bucky steals a sideways glance, humming in appreciation as he watches your t-shirt ride up to reveal a pair of black silk panties.

Turning to make your way to the kitchen table, you stop abruptly when you spy his Mark II knife next to a can of whipped cream.

“Were you expecting to come down here to find Hydra agents raiding the fridge for our leftovers?”

You raise an eyebrow as he turns towards you, his arms crossed in defense.

“Old habits die hard,” he drawls as his eyes dart to your waist. “But you know that better than anyone, don’t you sweetheart.”

You stare unblinkingly into each other’s eyes for a few moments until Bucky drops his gaze to slowly scan down your body.

“Are you going to surrender yours or do I need to throw you down on the table and do a strip search?”

You swallow hard and feign innocence as you feel the wetness pooling between your legs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about solider.”

“The hell you don’t.”

“I felt it through your shirt,” he challenges as he takes a few steps towards you, eyes shining in amusement.

“Or should I say my shirt.”

Sighing in defeat, you pull up the right side of your t-shirt to reveal a small, sheathed Yari tucked into the waist band of your panties. You pull it out and place it next to his.

“Fuck doll,” he purrs, biting his bottom lip. “Talk about a killer body.”

“You make me want to blow my load right here.”

“Keep it in your pants Barnes,” you warn, rubbing your hand a few times along the bulge forming in his sweats until he moans. “I want to be surprised when I rip them off your body.”

He runs his tongue slowly over his lips at the thought as he turns to pour some hot chocolate into two mugs. He adds a splash of rum to each and throws in a handful of marshmallows before joining you at the table.

“We make quite the pair,” he muses as he hands you a mug.

“It’s a wonder we’re allowed to stay here considering we could snap at any minute and wipe out all of the Avengers in a murderous rampage.”

“Dibs on Tony,” you call out as you lightly blow on your hot chocolate before taking a sip.

Bucky throws back his head and laughs.

“Deal,” he answers. “But only on one condition.”

“Should have known there was a catch,” you grumble, narrowing your eyes while you peer at him over your mug.

He smiles and looks down at the table, his fingers tracing over your knife. “Well, since you’re armed and dangerous, I know I’d feel a lot better if I kept you close to me tonight.”

Placing the mug down, you chuckle to yourself and raise your eyebrows in amusement.

“And just how close do you want me soldier?”

Bucky’s lips curve into a flirtatious grin.

“Well, I’m thinking I could keep a really good eye on you from my bed,” he murmurs, his eyes locked on yours as he drinks from his mug.

You’re about to respond with a smart remark when you notice a hint of pleading in his tired eyes, and realize his proposal is masking a need he’s too afraid express. Just like you, Bucky Barnes doesn’t want to be alone tonight.

Bucky drops his head slightly in disappointment at your silence but raises it quickly when he feels your fingers tracing over his metal hand.

“I have one condition of my own Barnes before we get in between your sheets,” you counter with a sly smile. “Hands where I can see them, especially this one.”

Pushing back your chair, you grab your hot chocolate and the two knives before turning to go.

Glancing behind you see Bucky, grinning widely, pick up his mug and start towards the door. He pauses and turns back to grab the whipped cream from the table.

You shake your head in exasperation and laugh.

“Really Bucky?”

“In case we need it for our hot chocolate,” he responds with a wink.

A sigh of contentment passes from your lips as you slip under the covers of Bucky’s bed and breathe in his scent. As his metal arm snakes over your waist, you turn onto your side to face him. You reach up to brush a rogue strand of hair from his eyes so you have an unobstructed view of his gorgeous face.

“I hate my hair sometimes,” he mutters in annoyance as the strand falls back over his eye. “I should just cut it all off.”

He’s surprised by your loud gasp.

“James Buchanan Barnes, if you ever cut your hair short I swear I will kick your ass all the way back to 1944!”

Bucky laughs and holds his hands up in surrender as you remove a hair tie from your wrist and reach over him to pull his hair back into a small bun.

“So you like your men with long hair,” he teases as his hand tucks under your shirt and starts to move lightly over your back.

“Mmmm yes, and your hair is the perfect length to grab onto when your head is in between my legs,” you purr into his ear before lying back down.

His eyes flutter closed for a moment and you hear him mutter “fuck” under his breath.

Opening his eyes, he questions hopefully. “What else do you like in your man?”

“Hmmm,” you ponder as you play with the collar of his shirt. “Well, my guy is this ridiculously handsome solider from the forties who is smart, funny, too sexy for his own damn good and aggravatingly cocky.”

“He’s extremely flirty and the dirty mouth on this man, unbelievable. He’s also incredibly protective and caring and although he will deny it, has a really good heart…plus a sinful body that looks like it was carved by the tears of angels.”

Bucky shakes his head blushing. “Sounds like a ghost story.”

You bite your lip and reach out to stroke the stubble covering his sharp cheekbones.

“I like his stubble too…oh yes, very much,” you whisper lost in thought.

Bucky dips his head to rub his stubble along your neck.

“Fuck babe, that feels incredible,” you whimper.

He brings his lips to your ear and whispers. “See anything else you like?”

“Well, he needs to be able to fuck me properly, so…” your purr as your hand travels down his taut chest to dip below the band of his sweatpants.

Bucky groans into your neck.

“And this,” you moan breathlessly as the fingers on your other hand begin to make their way slowly over his metal arm. “I really like this.”

“He sounds pretty awesome,” Bucky teases as he pulls you closer.

“Yeah, he’s alright,” you shrug nonchalantly. “Except for the fact that he won’t kiss me.”

A mix of surprise and frustration registers briefly on Bucky’s face. He sighs deeply and begins to trace his metal fingers gently along your jaw line.

“Well maybe he’s a hopeless romantic who’s met his soulmate” he confides shyly. “And he doesn’t want to fuck anything up so he’s waiting for the right time to kiss you.”

“A moment when he doesn’t feel like he’s taking advantage of you because you’re drunk, or scared because of a bad dream.”

“That one perfect moment,” he continues in a hushed whisper, “when you both know that you’ve found something special; beyond anything you ever expected or thought you deserved to have in your life.”

You stare silently into his warm blue eyes with a stunned expression on your face; cheeks flush as your heart nearly beats out of your chest.

“I will never get tired of seeing you blush doll.” As his hand moves up to gently stroke your cheek, he frowns at the dark circles under your eyes.

“Nat says you haven’t been sleeping well these past few days.”

Eyes dropping, you slowly nod your head.

“These dreams started up the night you left,” you confess. “I’m not sure…not sure what triggered them.”

“Is it the same one every night,” Bucky asks. “The one you told me about in the kitchen, with your parents?”

“No, that’s the strange thing,” you muse. “I’ve always struggled to dream about my parents but tonight I saw them so clearly - like they were in the room with me and my music box.”

Bucky tilts his head in interest. “The music box in the dream, it was yours?”

“Yes, the one my dad gave me as a birthday present,” you recall with a smile. “It was a little wooden box with a ballerina on the cover – it played Swan Lake. When I was around five, I remember being afraid of the dark and I was scared to fall asleep at night. My dad told me that the music in the box was magic and it would protect me. I would fall asleep to that melody every night.”

“It’s silly, I know,” you admit.

Bucky smiles gently. “No, that’s really sweet.”

“After my parents died, the music box was the only thing I had left of them when they brought me to the orphanage.”

“I was so young when they took me away to the Red Room to start my training, so confused and scared. I would take out the music box every night and think about my parents as I cried myself to sleep.”

Voice faltering, you hesitate, not sure if you should continue. Bucky cups your face with his calloused hand and smiles in encouragement. You take a deep breath.

“I had hidden it under a floorboard in my room, but somehow they found it. They told me that sentiment was a weakness I couldn’t afford and they destroyed it in front of me.”

Bucky brushes away the tears that start to flow down your cheeks.

“I’m being ridiculous,” you whisper. “Crying over a toy.”

“You’re not being ridiculous,” he scoffs as he tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses the tip of your nose.

“So much for my badass reputation eh?” you laugh sarcastically. “I guess they were right, sentiment makes you weak.”

“Want to tell that to my body sweetheart,” he murmurs as his lips brush over your jaw line. “Trust me, you’re anything but weak.”

You breathe in deeply as his lips skim down to the hollow of your neck.

“I guess I should lay off the ass kickings for while,” you chuckle as your hands move down his back to lightly smack his ass. “Don’t want to make this gorgeous body of yours too sore to move.”

You feel him smile against your neck.

“As much as I enjoyed rolling around with you on the floor of the gym today,” he confides, “I’d much rather work you into a sweat right here in my bed.”

“I’m a lover, not a fighter.”

A groan escapes your lips.

“What,” Bucky exclaims in mock surprise. “You can’t handle the romance?”

“I’ll let you know when you get around to dishing some out soldier.”

He laughs and guides your head down onto his chest. You lay silent, listening to the comforting rhythm of his heart as he strokes your hair.

“You know, I’ve never told anyone that story about the music box,” you admit, lazily drawing circles over his hard pecs.

“I need to be careful around you Barnes. I seem to have a weakness of opening myself up a little more than I should with you dark, brooding types.”

Bucky smiles and shifts your body so you’re lying on top of him.

You let out a breathy moan as his hands move under your panties and his fingers start to trace down the cleft of your ass.

“Doll, I haven’t even started to open you up yet.”

“James!” you whimper as a metal finger circles your back entrance. “Wh-what did I say about that hand?”

“Well, if I remember correctly,” he smirks, “you said my metal hand was your biggest kink, your pussy gets wet just looking at it and you constantly imagine all the dirty ways I’m going to use it on your body.”

“Fucking Nat and her big mouth,” you grumble as you still his hands and pin them down on either side of his body.

“Mmmm, I love it when you take control,” he growls while nipping at your shoulders.

Hovering over him, you grin wickedly and drag your pussy along his hardened shaft. His head falls back, eyes closing as he moans.

You lower yourself to whisper into the shell of his ear.

“Tell me Barnes,’ you coax in a low growl. “What else do you love about me?”

As he knits his brow in concentration and stares deeply into your eyes, you become mesmerized by his expression and start to loosen your grip on his wrists. A sly smile suddenly flashes across his face and he overtakes you by surprise, flipping you on your back.

“Absolutely everything doll.”

You let out a soft moan as his metal hand begins to move under your shirt.

The next morning, you hear the door to Bucky’s room creak open slowly and see Steve peer around the corner.

You lift your head to speak but Steve stops you with a motion of his finger to his lips. He gives you a questioning gesture and sighs in relief when you respond with an ok sign.

A look of confusion clouds his face as he watches you point repeatedly to where Bucky’s hips are pressed tightly against your ass until you clearly mouth the word “boner” and wink.

Steve hangs his head, shaking it in resignation before slowly closing the door. But not before making a not-so-Captain-America-like-gesture with his middle finger in your direction. You gasp silently in mock disapproval.

Behind you, Bucky chuckles softly and pulls you back into his chest, nuzzling his face into your hair as you both fall back asleep.

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Ugh P.8 [Peter Parker] [Soulmate AU]

Originally posted by yourcoffeeguru


Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, more angst, mentions of pain etc

A/N: This still feels a little rushed to me, but also not?? I dunno. If I forgot to tag you, pls shoot me an ask or a msg! I lose track of things, esp my taglist ;-; Also- I swear I love you guys <3

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It took everything in him to be able to say those words to you. He wanted to let you say whatever it was you had to say, even though he was sure he didn’t want to hear it. He wanted to say he was strong enough to just be friends with you- to get to know you and learn you but not be able to love you. It would be a lie, but he didn’t have to tell you that. Still, it should be better this way, shouldn’t it? He could keep you safe from a distance. No one would suspect that you knew he was Queens hero. He also wouldn’t have to know you- so it wouldn’t hurt so much, right? He’d be fine right?

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Wreckage

Originally posted by ehigiuseppe

For @outside-the-government ‘s “write away the winter blues” challenge

Prompt: “It was touch and go for a while there, but you’re going to be just fine.”

2,604 word(s) of angst and a little fluff.

Warnings: blood, drunk driving and its consequences


“Hello?” Came a gruff voice answered, echoing through the speakers of the car.

“Hey Len, it’s me.” You replied as you turned on your blinker and looked both ways before pulling out onto a deserted street. “What did you boys want from the store again?”

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crush - mark lee bulleted scenario

a/n this is my first thing ever and my requests are open!!! request scenarios, reactions, and mtl’s pls! nct only!

summary: you have a huge crush on mark and donghyuck snitches and you try your best to avoid him as much as possible
genre: fluff

- so you’re like ,, super close with donghyuck but not as close as he is with mark
- and you like mark A LOT but you don’t even know him personally you just hear about him from donghyuck and see him around school
- and OFCOURSE you wouldn’t tell donghyuck about your crush on mark. that boy can’t keep his mouth shut even if he tried
- so like one day you’re just hanging out with donghyuck doing your own best friend-y things at this cafe
- then suddenly mark and their other friends (literally the rest of 127 but thats so irrelevant) come in so donghyucks like YOOOOO U GUYS ARE HERE TOO
- so he calls them over and hes like this is y/n they’re my bff
- and you’re like . h-hi stutter stutter bc mark!!! lee!!! is standing right in front of you
- and theyre like oh nice to meet you but we gotta get going now we’re gonna be late for our thing
- so they leave and as soon as they’re out of the door donghyuck turns to look at you and goes
- “i have no idea why i never realized”
- and you’re like “bitch what”
- and he’s like “you like mark DON’T YOU????”
- and you’re like “I DONT EVEN KNOW HIM”
- and he’s like “shut up i saw how you were looking at him earlier i bet you didn’t even see the other guys”
- and you try to defend urself by saying “i paid attention to the other guys just as much as i did to mark!!!!! the hell are u talking about”
- and so donghyucks like “then whats the name of the guy with the pink hair?”
- you’re like “tae……yeon?”
- and hes like SEEEEEEEEE
- he doesnt stop teasing you about it
- you eventually get fed up and youre like “OK I LIKE MARK NOW SHUT UP BEFORE I BREAK UR NECK!!!!! keep it a secret though or i’ll actually break your neck”
- so donghyucks like “ofcourse your secrets safe with me”
- you don’t trust him but you don’t really think much of it
- so a few days pass and you’re at school and you notice marks kinda glancing at you but he never really says hi
- but youre like oh maybe he just recognizes me from the cafe
- and this happens a couple more times which makes u feel kinda :3333 bc mark lee is looking at u but maybe he just looks at everyone so ur also like ;((((
- then probably a week after the cafe thing you’re eating lunch with donghyuck at school and you notice he’s really quiet
- and he’s being EXTRA EXTRA EXTRA nice for some reason and youre like. this can’t be real
- so you’re like “what are you hiding”
- and donghyuck stares at you in shock
- then he stuffs a whole spoon of rice into his mouth
- and he’s like “imayormaynothavetoldmarkyoulikehim”
- and you obviously didn’t understand a thing he said because it was muffled by all that RICE
- so you ask him “what did u say”
- and he swallows his food and goes “DON’T GET MAD AT ME PROMISE YOU WON’T GET MAD”
- you’re like ok i promise
- and donghyucks like “i told mark you like him”
- AND YOU KICKED HIM IN THE LEG FROM UNDER THE TABLE SO FAST
- HE’S LIKE “YOU SAID YOU WOULDNT BE MAD YOU PROMISED”
- and you’re like “YOU KNEW I’D GET MAD”
- then you two are just sitting there in silence til u finally calmed down and went “when did u tell him”
- and donghyuck says “like … last week maybe”
- and you’re like UGH THATS WHY HES BEEN STARING but u dont tell donghyuck that because hes annoying so u say “what did he say”
- so donghyuck goes “he just said oh really?”
- and you’re like OH REALLY ?
- TF DOES THAT MEAN
- so ur over it (on the outside, because you don’t wanna talk about it with donghyuck anymore) but on the inside you’re silently freaking out and now you don’t wanna have any encounters with mark at all
- so you start avoiding being near him at all times
- see him in the library? RUN!!!!
- oh he’s in the nurses office too? you’re suddenly not sick
- donghyuck wants you and his friends to catch a movie together??? you suddenly have so much homework sorry can’t make it
- you’re just doing everything in your will to not encounter mark because its kinda embarrassing if he addresses it ya know
- so one day you’re walking your dog in the park
- and you let her off her leash bc its safe anyway let her have fun ok whatever
- then you’re just sitting on a park bench just on your phone texting and shit
- then you look over at where your dog is and you see ANOTHER DOG HUMPING HER
- so you’re like OH MY FUCKING GOD
- and you rush over to where the two doggos are at
- and so does the owner of the other dog
- and you’re too busy RUNNING OVER TO YOUR DOG TO REALIZE THAT THE OTHER OWNER IS NONE OTHER THAN MARK LEE
- so u finally get there and u look at him and you’re like AW CRAP
- and he looks at you and goes “oh hey y/n…… sorry about this”
- and you’re like “uhhhh its fine i mean i guess she’s old enough ugh what am i saying im sorry too”
- and he just laughs and inside ur like HES SO CUTE
- but yeah deep inside you’re like “UDHDHHDHDJD THIS IS SO AWKWARD OUR DOGS ARE LITERALLY MATING AND THERES NOTHING WE CAN DO”
- so youre both just standing there awkwardly
- ……waiting for your dogs to finish
- and he breaks the silence by saying “you’re pretty close with donghyuck huh”
- and you’re like “oh uh yeah our parents are friends”
- and he’s like “if i hadn’t known better i would think you’re dating tbh”
- and you’re about to say “BUT U KNOW I LIKE U”
- but he doesn’t know that you know so you’re just like “hes like a brother to me i’d never date him”
- but then he goes “so who would u date”
- and ur like wtf is he trying to get me to say its him thats so cocky of him
- and something just comes over you because bro. mark lee is right here talking to u just take ur chance RIGHT
- and u go “i know donghyuck told you”
- and hes like ???? what
- and you’re like “you don’t have to deny it mark i know donghyuck told you about my crush on you”
- and marks like “WHAT CRUSH HE DIDNT TELL ME ANYTHING”
- and you’re like WHAT
- but what you weren’t expecting was this
- mark goes “DONGHYUCK TOLD ME HE TOLD YOU THAT I HAD A CRUSH ON YOU”
- and youre just SHOOK
- you’re like “THATS WHAT HE TOLD ME ABOUT YOU”
- and youre both too shocked at how well donghyuck planned this
- you’re literaly forgetting to acknowledge the fact that the feeling is mutual and YOUR DOGS ARE DONE MATING
- then it hits u and ur like “wait u like me?”
- and marks like “i always have??? YOU LIKE ME?”
- and youre like “I ALWAYS HAVE TOO”
- and marks like “damn….. donghyuck really did this…..”
- and you tell him you’re already planning dh’s death
- and marks like “count me in…. he’s dead to me too….”
- and you’re like “ill hold his arms you hold his legs”
- so mark goes “we should plan this thoroughly over lunch… maybe this saturday?”
- and you’re like “is that a date?”
- and he’s like “PSH NO obviously nOt its a plan to kill donghyuck”
- you’re like :333 “see you on saturday then”
- and hes like “lets not bring our dogs”
- and you’re like “agreed”
- so now you’re going on a date with mark all thanks to donghyucks devious plan. that boy lied to both of you to get the truth out GENIUS

twin andrews part 4 | jughead x reader

part one:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158708863703/twin-andrews-juggie-x-reader-an-im-hoping

part two:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158896154168/twin-andrews-part-2-jughead-x-reader

part three:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158929430293/twin-andrews-part-three-jughead-x-reader

part five: https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/159487616565/twin-andrews-part-5-jughead-x-reader

a/n: wowie lil nuggets we’ve reached part 4 im having a lil happy dance over here! im so overwhelmed about how much you guys are liking this series so im more than happy to get busy making parts as long as you’ll are loving it so let me know!!🥂👱🏻‍♀️💛🤓💐🌈💚🌻ps: if you’ve missed a part click on the masterlist in my blog ✨

“ugh i hate calculus with my whole heart” i mutter flicking through my text book pooping a few gummy bears in my mouth. it was free period so Betty, Kevin and I decided to try and study for a calculus text tomorrow.

my brother and he’s team mates were also here with veronica and jughead sitting off to the side taking in everyone’s conversation. i catch him glances at me which cause me to smile and fiddle with the ends of his jacket

reggie was going on about his theories on who killed jason and everyone was getting pretty fed up with his antics

“it couldn’t have been a jock-” i groan closing my book “reggie can you just stop! jesus christ” he turns in his seat smirking at me.

“well well well my little vixen what’s gotten into you-” i roll my eyes “im trying to study and i can hear is your idiotic voice so it’d be wonderful if you just shut the hell up!” i smile sweetly the room snickering at my response.

“terribly sorry my lady- please continue working” i curse under my breathe turning my attention away from reggie and toward the brunette leaning against the far table, a smirk drawn on his face, i give him a wink causing his chest to shake as he laughs

my attention is brought back when reggie bellows jugheads name, i move out of the chair and over to reggie, “seriously?” he ignores me and continues to interrogate jughead

“what was it like suicide squad? when you shot jason?” “you didn’t do stuff to the body right? like after?”

i turn to jughead awaiting his response “its call necrophilia reggie, can you spell it?” he replies emotionless. he’s arms folded across his chest

“come here you little punk” reggie launches himself over the couch and rushes up the jughead not before archie jumps in front of him pushing reggie in the chest away from the two

i sigh relived that my brother was protecting him even though they weren’t the best of friends right now

everyone stands “boys” veronica warns touching chuck on the arm, i look at her puzzled at how snug she was being with yet another jock

i push past moose and grab reggie by the shoulder “would you just stop for a minute-?” i spit annoyed at the air head “leave him alone” i warn. he pushes up his selves glancing from me to jughead to my brother and then back to me.

“wait is that jugheads jacket your wearing princess?-” my brother shoves him once more “god just shut up reggie”

“what do you care Andrews?”

he glances quickly to me before back to reggie “nothing just leave him alone”

i smile small at my brother but it’s short lived as reggie speaks “holy crap”

“did you and donny darko kill him together? was it some sort of pervy blood brother thing?”

my brother shoves the raven headed boy, jugheads eyes going wide stepping away from the table and outstretching his arms shielding me from the two. i push past his arms and place a hand on Reggies chest “walk away”

anger flashes in his eyes “no can do princess” and with that he grabs my brother and throws him into the vending machine the glasses smashing, arms around me waist tug me back and i try and fight it until i realise it was jug.

Chuck and Jughead are up trying to pry the two apart as they wrestle on the ground Reggie getting one solid punch to my brothers eye before giving up the fight and letting Chuck drag him up holding him against the wall to stop him from causing further harm.

i move toward him anger moving through me like a tidal wave, “don’t you ever speak to my friends like that ever again- and i swear if you lay another hand on my brother i will make sure you cannot reproduce got it?” i sneer and he wink at me “god i love it when your mad” a flick switches and i punch him right in the eye.

he tries to break free from chuck as i continue to hit him annoyance taking away “you little jerk” i yell being lifted off the ground and dragged out of the room by the beanie wearing brunette

he walks me over to my locker as we see the principle enter the room walking away with the two jocks “i can’t believe him” i mumble slamming my hands against the locker

“hey don’t let him get to you” he places his hand on my shoulder and i exhale loudly “yeah i know- i don’t get how you can deal with it jug- what he said was totally out of hand and im sorry-” he shakes his head “don’t worry about it i seemed to have both andrews in my corner anyway”

i smile down at my feet “did you and archie make up last night?” he shifts on his feet “uh- no no we didn’t we just talked and yeah” i sigh “will you ever?” he shrugs again “i don’t know- i want to tell you it’s just” he clears his throat “it’s fine jug, ive got practice ill see you tonight at the rally?” he nods “yeah”

“(y/n) wait-” i turn and face him “will i be getting my jacket back anytime soon?” he chuckles, my eyes widen i had totally forgotten that i hadn’t returned it to him since he gave it to me last night “my bad” i shrug off the jacket and he shakes his head

“no no- keep it for now- it’ll give me an excuse to see you again-” i blush but continue to remove the jacket “i have practice so ill be in my uniform so it’ll just be in my locker so please take it, the game can be your excuse”

he reluctantly takes it from me and places it in his locker “i don’t think ill ever be able to wear it again, you wore it too well so now it doesn’t look as good on me anymore” he gives me a smug smile “yeah yeah whatever jones, i love that jacket on you-”

“see you tonight” i yell to him as i walk myself toward the girls locker room, great a whole period of my two favourite people; Cheryl Blossom and Veronica Lodge.

after what seemed like the longest hour of my life the bell finally rings ending the period and i give a silent prayer as i now have an excuse to put as much distance as i possible can before i launch myself at veronica for breaking a thousand girl codes.

my head was aching from listen to her trying to tell Betty how she realised she did was wrong but she wasn’t the only one involved and that apparently she was being a ‘good’ friend and ‘protecting’ betty because cheryl would’ve gone in if veronica didn’t.

im almost in the clear until i hear the all to familiar voice calling out my name, i bring my hands to my mouth and scream into them before slapping a smile on my face and turning to face the raven haired girl.

“okay so i understand your mad at me for what happened between me and your brother and I just want to apologise” i pause before i answer trying to think of ways to place it nicely.

“look ronnie i wouldn’t have given a crap if you hooked up with my brother okay he can date and kiss whoever the hell he wants but when you add my girl to the mix that’s where i draw the line, you knew how betty felt- you both did yet not one of you thought to yourself maybe i shouldn’t smash b’s heart to smithereens” i smile sarcastically

“if your goal was to piss me off to the point where i actually can’t stand to be near you then congrats you’ve done that. im annoyed and hungry so quite frankly don’t approach me until ive calmed down because i swear i will take you down and i really don’t want to make an enemy out of you”

i move past her and make my way to my locker to grab a few things before heading home to change and prepare for the rally tonight it’s supposedly forecast to flash flood but for some wack reason they’re making us cheer in the pouring rain. yay school spirit

“hey andrews”

“oh for fuck sakes can’t a girl just be left alone!” i complain turning to see the smug look of Reggie Mantle, black eye and all. “not in the mood Mantle shove along go find another cheerleader to torment.

i begin to walk out of the school reggie still hot on my heels “but your my own and only vixen i swear” i furrow my brows at the boy and ignore him as i begin my journey home

im almost at my house when I realise reggie still trailing behind me “jeez reg what are you walking me home?” i complain trying to pick up my pace “we aren’t in school anymore you can leave me alone and stop acting like an asshole”

“oh c'mon (y/n/n) i thought we were past this” he complains stopping at the gate to my house “guess we aren’t” i say enthusiastically giving a thumbs up for encouragement before slamming the front door and flopping onto the couch.

the front door opens and closes but im too tired and grumpy to move so i stay out sprawled out onto the couch “why is reggie outside our house?” archie asks moving my legs so he could sit down.

i sit up and take the apple from his hand “reggie who?”

“you ready for tonight?” i ask the blonde girl fiddling with my hair as we start the walk toward school

she nods her head and to swinging her blonde pony tail “im actually really excited- my first pep rally as a river vixen” she giggle spinning around in her uniform

“well miss betty cooper you were made to be a cheerleader, us vixens are lucky to have you” i encourage her attempting to calm the nerves i know she has.

“thanks (y/n/n), im so glad your back” i wink at the blonde “so am i- i did really miss you a lot, seems like everyone’s life just sort went on with me” i smile sadly.

we enter the locker room and my good mood seems to have diminished completely “ronnie!” Betty calls to the raven haired girl gesturing her over so we could walk out onto the field together

“looking good ladies” veronica compliments offering me a small smile, i decide to return it “we good?” she questions and i take a second to respond “yeah lodge we’re good”

she smiles placing both hands on our shoulders “now should be go and show some school spirit” her grin wide and preppy cheerleader tone on point “lets go!” i return the enthusiasm throwing up some spirit fingers.

we rush onto the field bouncing on the balls of the feet and get the crowd up and alive, it was pouring down and we were soaked as soon as we stepped foot onto the field. the bleachers filled with umbrellas to shield themselves.

the mayor steps up to the podium and gives a small speech dedicating the rally to the late jason blossom before introducing josie and the pussycats and the river vixens to start their performance

the music starts and we launch into the routine all eyes on us as we swish around our skirts doing a few flips but mostly choreography from one miss blossom. i grab my poms and start catching jughead staring right at me, it throws me off but i mange to get back into the groove a blush covering my face

we finish our routine and coach runs across the stage and introduce the almighty riverdale bulldogs. they break through the banner my brother at the front of the group wearing jasons jersey. i freeze sickness washing over me, i turn instantly to see cheryl turning white before catching my gaze and bolting off the field.

betty & veronica rush off the field following her but i decide against following them and walk toward my brother whom was amongst the crowd talking to one jughead jones

puzzled i jog over smiling brightly as i approach the two “whatcha talking bout” i ask smiling shyly at the brunette, i bump hips with my brother “nice way to spook everyone arch” i tease and he just shakes his head

“so?” i raise my eyes brows glancing between the two awfully chummy “uh arch just apologised and well im going to give him a second chance” jug speaks playing with the back of his neck

i smile to myself jumping up and down before launching myself into jughead, he stumbles but wraps his arms around my waist holding me up before setting me down “thank you” i mumble into his ear before turning and punching my brother playfully in the arm

“about time you big idiot”

“ow!” he exaggerates rubbing his arm “oh stop being a baby” i roll my eyes at him the boy laughing at the sibling banter

“Pop’s?” i ask the two and they nod i start walking and the lag behind “c'mon what are we waiting for!” they laugh and share a glance before jogging to catch up to my long strides

“can i ask yous something” archie asks me as we start our short journey to pop’s “shoot” i tell him adjusting my gym bag on my shoulder before jughead removes it from my slinging it on his own shoulder

“what’s with you two, why have you been wearing jughead’s jackets are yous like a thing or-?” i giggle glancing at the brunette next to me who decides to stay quite

“it was pouring down on the way over from the dance, i was cold so he leant it to me and i wore it to school the next day to return it. is it really that big of a deal?”

he shakes his head “not that it’s really any of your business anyway right jug?” he looks at me wide eyes glancing between his best friend and his little sister “i mean yeah”

i laugh at his nervousness and push open the door to Pop’s spotting B & V already sitting in a both toward the back, i don’t wait for the boys i just continue down and slip in next to veronica

“ladies” i smile at them and betty turns in her seat looking at my brother and he’s best friend, i realise instantly and cuss under my breathe “they don’t have to seat sorry my bad” she shakes her head and speaks out to the boys as they wait for permission to join us”

“you wanna join us?” they both share a smile “only if your treating” jughead comments walking over and sliding in next to me placing his arm along the back of the booth

i watch as my brother does the same sharing a glance of respect with betty then laughing at something veronica said as we all sit cozily in our booth waiting for our food to arrive engrossed in our own little world.

i feel jugheads arm drop slowly resting on my shoulder causing me to wriggle closer to him sharing a smile with the brunette before returning back to the conversation

last nights drama had fizzled away, friendships mended and on their way to being so for now we sit happy and content wonder what tomorrow brings and in this moment i smile this, this was home.

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Three’s a Crowd (Part 11)

Originally posted by kths

Member: Taehyung x Reader x OC

Type: Poly Au, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8. Part 9. Part 10. Part 11.

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Please, baby? (JB x reader one shot)

Genre: smut (thigh riding, orgasm denial)

Word count: 730

Summary: Jaebum’s had a long day, but he still cant resist your charming presence around him.


When his seemingly endless day of the week finally reached its peak, Jaebum refused to do or even think about anything else for the rest of the evening. All he had in mind was the comfortable couch waiting for him at home, casual clothes and TV. That is exactly what he did, since he knew you were out for supposedly hours, having your girls night. He changed into a pair of shorts, white T-shirt and put on a snapback just cause he did not feel like taking a bath and washing his hair. He turned on the TV, getting hung up on a football game that did not start too long ago.

After a little while, the door swung open and he heard footsteps approaching into the living room. His cat-like eyes widened at the sight of your silhouette, dressed oh-so-tempting in a red, slightly tight dress, knee long.

“What are you doing home already?” he asked curious. “I thought you were out with the girls tonight”.

“It was just two of us. one didn’t even have the courtesy to answer her damn phone, other had food poisoning… ugh, it was a mess”.

Jaebum watched you take of your heels and preparing to take a shower. Instead, his mind and heart started to race and wonder to places he hadn’t went to for several days now. With his hectic schedule and yours too, neither of you were left with much energy nor time to get some closure.

But suddenly, Jaebum got needy.

“Baby?” he called.

“Yes?”

He gulped, despite knowing exactly where he wanted to go with his request.

“Come ride me. Please”.

There was no verbal response. Jaebum felt slightly flustered at his own words, but his feelings eased when you walked back into the living room, looking at him with confusion.

“You want me to do what now?”

You heard him terribly well, but still you asked. It happened so that riding him was one of your free time hobbies.

“Ride me”.

His tone was by no means dark and demanding, but rather begging in a sweet manner for such a promiscuous request. You raised your brow, his eyes sparkling with need.

“Please, baby?”

You wanted it as well, there was no point in denying the truth. So naturally, seeing Jaebum sit with his legs crossed, inviting you in nearly, made you spread your own and sit on his left thigh, slowly kissing him as you placed your hands on his chest for  support. Mid-kiss, you began grinding on his thigh, the friction feeling so good, burning your entire skin almost that you moaned, Jaebum grabbing a handful of your hair in response; he moved his mouth to your neck, gently biting the skin there, though he couldn’t focus properly as his growing erection was fogging his mind.

“Keep moving, please” he whispered.

You succumbed, your hips grinding a little faster. Your insides were twitching and you flinched when Jaebum’s ferm hands were placed on them, forcefully stopping you.

“Baby…” you started to protest.

“Don’t cum, not yet, please baby…”

The fact that he maintained his tone in such a low register, speaking so informal and auditory pleasing turned you on even more, if possible. Jaebum ensured you get off his thigh before he stripped out of his shorts and briefs, watching you search for a condom to put on his hard-on before you started to ride him, just as he asked you to. Both of you relished into the ecstasy provided by the deep and only a little fast movements. Your hips seemed to naturally know their way around Jaebum’s dick, moving up and down, then grinding slower to increase the anticipation. You noticed his little nose scrunch, his throated moans, and you figured what was about to happen, so you decided to turn the events in your favor, knowing well you might regret it later on.

You got off of him, adjusting your dress and your bra as you casually walked away, part of you enjoying Jaebum’s disappointed and needy as hell face.

“I didn’t want you to cum just yet” you said, smirking, then winking.

You ran towards the shower and you heard him running behind you, still naked. That’s when you realized that this time, Jaebum wouldn’t be sweet and asking kindly for what he wants. He was about to take what he wanted.

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader x Archie

Request: @an-enigmatic-avenger “Hiya! Could I have a prompt with 3 and 6 with a polyamorous triad of Jughead, Archie and Reader? Thank you!!”

Prompts:
#3 “Oh, love, I don’t think you understand the meaning of sarcasm.”
#6 “You’re the only one for me.”

A/N: hope I did poly relationships justice! I’m not poly, so obviously I don’t have experience in this. If it offends you or is misinformed, please message me and I’ll change or, if it’s super offensive and unsalvageable, delete it!

Tag list: @1amluke, @betty-coopers-number-one-stan, @keepcalmandflywithtoothless, @lostinpercyseyes, @captainsuperfangirl

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Crazy days & even crazier nights.

The last 10 days we’ve been traveling on this ladies trip. So all 6 of us are single as of recent. My husband well EX is a clown. We have managed to keep ties for the sake of business but soon as his creep ass fuck up wit his drinkn and gambling problem again IT’S ALL MINES!! By the way Im Key'sha. So the first night started great wit drinks music and fine ppl all around. I met Max a handsome Samoan whom I danced my ass off wit sweat dripn legs sore but my body wouldn’t stop moving.
Max fucked the soul out of me on that beach left a bite mark on my ass and grip marks on my thighs. Mmm lovely first night. Next morning I was finding sand in all my creases. Me and my girls get day two started we are going snorkeling and a yatch ride. My girl Val keep crying bout sorry ass E. E and Val were together since 10th grade and E was all she knew. I feel bad for her but she knew how he rocked from jump. They even had a third partner at one point so go figure he’d shit on her wit they sitter. Mika Shay Brea and Issa tho been turned so far.
The snorkeling was fun I got mad underwater pics and selfies. The boat ride was epic tho these Hawaiians party hard and a few Jamaicans on vacation too. Of course we change to hit the club and day two is going to end crazy cuz im feeling this fine dread head from Kingston Jamaica. I mean it’s vacation im single and HORNY. I eyed him then nudged my head to the right and walked off towards this lil cabana far off. His sexy ass walks up behind me all I felt was DICK on my back. I pushed back on him then told him to strip😜. Pure bliss brown glistening ass skin I had to lick him and lick I did. I sucked dick like the last super I was fuckn drunk as all hell. He gripped my waist sat me on dick and said “Work”. He didnt have to tell me twice , I bounced on dick then felt them pulsations I told him to paint me he busted all over.
I swear day three I stayed focused sight seeing and trying the local foods. Me Brea Mika and Issa. Val and Shay were doing some shopping I guess. As we go to grab drinks before we head to the hotel its been a long day We run into Max and his friends. Yes we ended up wit them drinkn and playing cards music blarring laffs and all of a sudden it starts pouring rain. We run to a bungalow right on the beach come to find out its Max’s home.
I jus strip my clothes were soaked then my bitches do the same next thing u know we all naked and just proceeded to partying. Max grabs my hand we go down some steps to a lil love nest he eats pussy so gentle and tongues my ass and sucks my pussy more non stop I done nutted in his mouth 6x no lie. He finally dozes off I head up to go piss and see the illest shit my bitch Mika and Brea were getn it slapn. Issa was fuckn his cuz Gary. I went pee grabd some wine and sat to watch from the corner. Brea was eatn Mikas pussy crazy all you heard was smackn slurping and Mika telln Brea to finger her ass harder. Im thinkn where did Allen and Paul go? So I go upstairs and low and behold Paul had his face barried in Allens ass tongue deep in it. I go all the way in and stand by the bed. Pauls nasty ass tells me to sit on Allens face and watch him tongue big hole. So I obliged and Allen goes to town moaning crazy loud on my pussy begging me to fuck his tongue.
When they started fuckn I went to check on Max who was up going thru tumblr lookn at naughty shit. I grabd dick jus to play with head on my lips lick balls kiss them. Then being the ball lover I am I go to work on them. Rubn them on face lips tongue then I let him in my juicy pussy wet from his and Allens naughty tongue action😝. He stroke like he love a bitch , all I kept saying was “damn” yes Max baby….
By the 7th day I done fucked 3 new men and my body count was at 5 dicks and 7 faces, aye fuck it!
Day 8 all of us went to this luau at the far end of Maui. I walked along the beach alone sat down to feel the waves hit my toes and thought about everything business kids my life and it dawned on me IMMA BOSS.. I never miss a beat. Meetings games recitals church choir and running the food bank this 10 day trip was needed.. I head back over to the luau and join my bitches. Vals neby ass had to ask Key you good? Im perfect Val. Love you bitch , love you too Val. We get the party lit Brea wit her twerkn habit Mika & Val slow grindn on couples, Shay wit dat tongue out and the whole bottle in hand Issa in the DJ’s face cuz back home in Atl “Dj Is” is 🔥🔥🔥 so she got tell every dj what to mix and how to mix it😂
I see Mr Jamaica lookn fine as usual I sit and await his approach. In my head im thinkn I am not fuckn him tonight Im not fuckn mr sexy im not fuckn his ass ugh Key bitch jus fuck him tonight! Lmao to myself he asks why you giggling Key? Mr Jamaica whats your name? He bust out laffn Key its Daddy. Shut up Im serious what’s your name? Derious. Well Derious do you wanna walk me to your room? Yes I do baby girl. We don’t make it out the elevator before he got my bikini bottom to the side playn wit my holes kissing me strong but gripn my neck so soft. We hit his floor and dart for that room cuz Mr D has my bottom in his mouth. I get in the room and turn on the shower and tell him to wash my pussy. I stare down at him wit lust all in my eyes as he cleans pussy and kiss thighs. I tell him to take it and Derious once again fucked me so raw and uncut. Hair pulling ass smackn floor action balcony I mean he tore up every hole in every inch of that hotel room. He had my pussy squirting from that ass stroking. His dick in my ass was warm and he kept pulln out putn his tongue in it omg I was melting. It was tasting time I put dat nut on my cheeks lips chin tongue and licked around my mouth clean.
Next morning he was just staring at me wit fruit and water for me. He says do you have to b wit ya bitches. Nah why? He jumps behind me and cuffs me up in spooning position. 2 more hours Key swear I have to hold you a lil longer. I woke up 4 hrs later he still sleep. I tap him, wake up. He says sit on him and we go in again I lick balls while he jerk dick then I was snoozing. I wake up its day 10 and I literally don’t wanna leave Derious.
We go to my suite and we all have a mid day orgy with Derious Frank and Shane with all of us

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v

part vi: in which we let sasuke live

The phone sat between them as the seconds ticked by. Like a good friend, Naruto came over the moment Sasuke told him there was an emergency.

“Fuck,” Sasuke cursed for the nth time, glaring at his phone. He touched the screen when it dimmed, bringing it back to its full brightness and displaying Tinder Girl’s selfie of herself in a green bikini as she hugged the neck of her unicorn floatie like the basic bitch she probably was. “Fuck.”

“Okay.” This was the first word said in the past ten minutes aside from ‘fuck.’ “Okay, I have a plan.”

“What is it?”

“You have to like more photos.”

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Love Inversion Theory II

First!

Originally posted by dayaholics

A/N: I hope you all like! Next one will be more eventful :) this chapter consists mostly of Peter realizing things on his own


“So, are you going to talk to me or am I going to be victim to your ‘method acting’ all day?” You suddenly asked.

“Of course not,” he said around a thoughtful chew of breakfast food. His voice wavered and he was just barely able to catch the American accent in time. “You can tell me what’s up, you know,” you say comfortingly. Your hand moved up his thigh in a loving way rather than a sexy way. “Just nervous,” Peter managed to say after swallowing his food. “I’d be more surprised if you weren’t,” you laughed, smoothing out a napkin on the table. “After all, this movie-it’s just still a giant ‘wow, what?’ in my brain. I guess for you it’s like that times a billion.”

Peter nodded slowly. “Yes, of course.” What the hell is she talking about? 

You stood up a few moments later. “I have a present for you,” you randomly declared. “But it might take around fifteen minutes to get a hold of. Will you be alright here while I step out for a bit?”

The clothes which you bore didn’t fall under typical [Y/n] standards. These were more revealing. The top dipped down your neckline and showed more cleavage than you usually did. You looked gorgeous-of course, because when do you not?-but different. 

“No, yeah, yeah, of course,” Peter assured you, raising his arms over his head. Every move he made was an attempted relaxed and natural looking one. You gave him a double glance before shrugging. “Okay,” you smiled. “I will be back as soon as possible so don’t freak out. Oh! And your mom texted me. One, she’s a bit too pleased to see any pictures of us out together and a bit not too pleased with the ‘Tomdaya’ rumors. She makes a lot of marriage comments about us…”

You looked at him for a lingering couple of seconds, almost as if you were waiting for him to say something.

“Oh. I’ll-I’ll tell her right away to stop that. You know my moooooum.” He inwardly cringed at the slip up.

You tilted your head back in surprise. “What?”

“My mum. Gotta love ‘er,” Peter chuckled, pointing his fingers at you like guns. You popped your lips. “Okay. Well like I said I’ll just be out for a little bit…be careful.”

“You too,” he called after your retreating figure. 

Click. The door shut and Peter stared at it for a minute to ensure you wouldn’t come back. When he deemed it safe, he stood up abruptly. “What the hell?! Where’s the suit, where is my suit?!” He clamored over open suitcases and random assortments of furniture and flung a closet door open. Empty. 

Well, empty except for a gray hoodie. Peter pulled that on without really thinking about it then began to pace. 

[Y/n]. Tom. British? Someone’s mom. Waffles. 

Those were the only words that flew around his brain. He had to calm down, and soon. There wasn’t time to panic!

You telling him his mother texted threw him off guard since his parents had been dead for over half his life. He hardly remembered what it was like to have a mom. There had only ever been May and up until a few years ago, Ben. 

There was a laptop positioned neatly on the nightstand. Peter sighed in deep relief before opening it. 

The prompt for a password appeared on the screen and on impulse, he typed in the first dessert he shared with you. It opened. How convenient, he thought bitterly. Okay, Apple, time to not fail me with your pitiful excuse for a default browser.

(Safari was for losers. He firmly believe that, being an avid Google user and all.)

“Okay…uhm. Peter Parker,” Peter said his search out loud. You said something about the name, but not in the way he would have liked. You said it almost as if Peter wasn’t an actual person. 

“Wha…?”

‘Peter Parker (Earth-616), Marvel Database-Fandom Powered. Peter Benjamin Parker was born in Queens to Richard and Mary Par-’

He leaned away from the screen, half expecting it to blow up in his face. It wouldn’t surprise him. 

He scrolled down. 

There was a youtube link to some video titled ‘Peter Parker vs Flash basketball scene.’ Uhm. Yeah. Okay. 

Watching the video was a total waste of two minutes. Sort of. The school was, unnervingly, called Midtown. But its layout was definitely not his Midtown high. 

And that ‘Parker’ kid-not Peter. What the hell was up with that Flash person? Is this some elaborate joke? 

If so, Peter wasn’t understanding the punchline. If someone were to go to such lengths, why would they have someone who looked nothing like Flash Thompson be ‘Flash.’

The ‘up next’ logo was flashing to yet another video titled ‘Peter Parker vs. Flash.’ 

“These guys look nothing like me-!” Peter suddenly exclaimed mid way through the video. Some red headed girl was asking someone named Harry to help ‘Peter’ and Peter-the actual, real one-was not amused. 

“That guy looks nothing like Flash!” And Flash and I have never even fought like that. What is this, some cheesy high school movie? Maybe the names are a coincidence. He angrily paused the video, not wishing to hear it or watch it anymore. There was a few more movie clips-some media footage of Captain America and Tony Stark (that wasn’t new) but there was a thumbnail that caught Peter’s attention. 

It was a picture of him, sitting in his old room at the old complex and May used to live in. 

The video’s title read “Tony Stark Recruits Peter Parker | “Responsibility” Civil War Scene Full HD | Tom Holland.”

Okay, what the fuck. 

Tom-isn’t that what you were insisting Peter’s name was ever since he woke up? Tom Holland.

He warily watched the video. It all consisted of that one day Tony Stark decided to waltz in and recruit him. 

Only this video, it wasn’t from the point of view of Peter or Tony. It was a third person view, as if the camera person was filming it like a movie. Peter somehow thought he would remember another person recording from all different angles. 

With a knot in his stomach, he read through the comments:

Usernames like  “Parker Peter” or “Spider-Dork” just existed, and they all commented on this one video. 

“Tom Holland,” one comment read, “is the best Spider-Man!”

Another read: “Tom is the best” 

“Peter is such a daddy”

“Tom is so hot ugh”

“Tom Holland…the love of my life, more like”

“Tobey Maguire did better”

“Am I the only one who misses Andrew Garfield?” followed by a long string of replies:

“Yes”

“Yes”

“Nope”

“Wow what about Bucky no one ever gives him any love”

“YEp! I LOVE TOM HOLLAND I DON’T NEED ANDREW ANYMORE”

Peter stared at the comments with his mouth dropped open. The suggested videos to the side were all of “Captain America: Civil War” or “Spider-Man: Homecoming OFFICIAL trailer.”

It made him nauseous, so that with shaking hands, he opened up a new tab and typed in the name “Tom Holland.”

“Oh, no,” he groaned when new articles popped up. “What the fu-is that MICHELLE?! Am I dating Michelle?!” Indeed, there were articles headlined with things like ‘Tom Holland and Zendaya are dating!’  He scrolled away from that, not enjoying to feeling that one headline called Tom Holland a ‘cheater’ and accusing him of ‘dumping famed young adult author and girlfriend of three years, [Y/n] [L/n] for Spidey co-star, Zendaya.’ Another was labeled ‘Spider-Man: Homecoming opens for the first time tonight! We’re all excited-find out why!’

Peter finally found a wiki page and reluctantly clicked. The profile photo was of him, but not a photo he remembered taking.

He swallowed a thick lump in his throat and read aloud to himself “Thomas Stanley Holland, born the first of June in 1996, is an English actor and dancer. Holland is known for playing Spider-Man in the Marvel Cinematic Universe-”

Oh fuck. 


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Sources

Vid One-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TcGHKrh8J8I

Vid Two-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWCi9Bxu1pk

Vid Three-https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DESwBLlniCg

Tom Holland Wiki-https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_Holland_(actor)

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