Family’s What You Make Of It | It starts when Dan stumbles through the door of his two bedroom flat with an attractive stranger attached to his mouth, and it ends with, well… a family. Or, the one where Dan is a single father of a three year old, who intends for Phil to be nothing more than a one night stand until he see’s him interact with his daughter for the first time. | Phan | Mature | Smut, self-neglect, implied self-esteem issues, single father Dan | 4,374 Words
Thank you so @phansdick for encouraging me (as always) and then being wonderful and beta’ing for me without me even having to ask ;)
The only thing bringing Lance back to his room was a gentle hand on his shoulder, and a soft voice beside him “Lance? Are you ok?” Shiro looked down at the blue paladin, still taller than him when sitting.
“What? Oh yeah, yeah! I’m fine!” He smiled, turning to shiro who was doubtful, but trusting.
Lance stood up and stretched, blankets falling everywhere, his boxers (a dark shade of blue) sat low on his hips. His arms went above his head and he felt the familiar clicking of joints. “Well, if you insist.” Shiro stood up and walked to the door, pausing only briefly to look at a scar that started just above his belly button and wrapped around to his side, the one Keith had left. “I would have let you sleep but hunk said breakfast was getting cold, everyone else has already eaten.”
“Thanks, be out soon.” Lance waved him off and shiro was gone, the door locking automatically behind him. After finding his outfit he got dressed, letting his jacket fall on his shoulders, Lance walked out the door.
There was nobody in the dining hall except hunk, who was doing the dishes, Lance walked in and immediately hunk started getting on him like a concerned mother. “Time and time again I have told you, boy.”
“Time and time again, what do I say? I say come eat breakfast before it’s cold, and time and time again you leave it. So stop complaining about your not-so-hot cakes and eat them up because-” it wasn’t until now had hunk turned to look at Lance, he was too pre-occupied with his own devices but in that instant hunk wished he’d looked sooner at Lance so he could take in the humour of the moment. “Lance?”
Lance looked up from his cold pancakes he had been whining over with an expecting expression. “Yes?”
“It’s just, your hair?” Hunk gestured to it mildly, with a smirk “it’s kinda messy, like bed head messy.” Shit! Lance felt his head, how could he forget? And twice in the same morning?! Shiro even said something about it!
“I’m trying this whole Edward Scissorhands look, whatdya think?“Lance covered his stupidity with a joke and a smile. How could he forget? He tried desperately to pat it down with his hands and a comb he always kept in his pocket in case of emergencies like this. His hands went down and he felt in his pockets, no comb? He always has his comb! "Where are you stupid little thing?” He mumbled desperately.
“Maybe you’re just having an off day?” Hunks voice was reassuring and suddenly he was right behind Lance, playing with his hair, trying to fashion it with his gentle hands. Lance put his elbow on the table and leaned with the palm of his hand. He shrugged and suddenly lost his appetite. He sat there and started to fade out, why was he so tired? His fatigue got the best of him and he fell asleep to hunk running his fingers through Lances hair.
The blare of the alarm next to Y/N’s head harshly awakening her from her peaceful slumber. The hand around her waist slowly lifts and slams down onto the snooze button before wrapping back around her torso like a living furnace.
“Mmmm babe. Time to wake up. We have to get up if we want to get a head start on beating the heat on the long drive to see Jody and the girls.” Sam whispers in Y/N’s ear as she huffs in annoyance and pulls the covers over her head.
“No….mornings are bad. I know you love to get up early to run. Chuck only knows why but morning is more like bedtime for me. Remind me again why we have to be up early?” Y/N pouts as Sam tries to tug the covers off her head so he can speak to her face to face.
He chuckles at her annoyed expression as he throws the covers off the bed and rests his head on her stomach, looking up into her sleep-laden eyes. He watches as the sleep slowly fades from her eyes and when he has yet to speak, Y/N lifts a brow in question.
“Jody wants to surprise Claire for her birthday so we are coming up for a late lunch so you girls can take her out for drinks and some dancing. Dean and I will find something to do in your absence.” Sam explains as Y/N subconsciously runs her hands through his chestnut locks as she thinks over what he said.
“But I want to sleep. I’m sure the girls will understand. The last month or so has been one hunt after another and we barely have time together that isn’t spent researching or killing monsters. What if we compromise?” Y/N asks hopefully as Sam idly plays with the hem of her tank top as he mulls over her suggestion.
“What kind of compromise?” Sam asks as she suddenly grabs his hair and pulls him in for a kiss that stuns him speechless. They break apart for only a moment before coming back together in a flurry of teeth and tongues, Y/N gaining the upper hand by rolling him so that her panty clad mound grinds over his prominent cotton covered erection. A resounding moan deep in Sam’s throat causes a flood of slick to soak through her panties as his slowly grinds her clit onto his clothed member. His hands wander up and down her backside as she continues a hard grinding rhythm until her breath catches and she trembles in release as Sam grunts his own release into her hair.
After catching their breath, Sam leans up to gently kiss Y/N’s nose as she snuggles into his chest in a heap of boneless satisfaction. “We can call the girls and let them know that lunch is out but shopping, dinner, and drinking is a much better plan. Plus, Claire deserves to sleep in on her birthday.” Y/N states smugly as Sam chuckles into her hair.
“Fine. I’ll call Dean and Jody and let them know about the change of plans but you have to explain to Claire why we’re going to be late.” Sam snarks as Y/N gives him a death glare before laughing happily.
“Deal. Now makes those calls. I’m gonna sleep for five more minutes. Join me whenever you’re done Sam. Maybe we can finish what we started.” Sam chuckles as Y/N’s snores softly into the mound of blankets she burrowed into on his side of the bed. He can’t keep the grin off his face as he looks affectionately at a sleeping Y/N before going into the hall to make the calls to Dean and Jody. One last thought has him laughing with tears in his eyes before Dean picks up with a gruff hello. “Who knew that compromise would be so satisfying?”
I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.
Y/N: hey y’all I’m not a total pornhub livestream genius so I don’t know exactly how it works, like if there’s a chat or it’s one on one or you need an account or anything, but I tried to write something similar! Also, my first ryan fic! :)
Anonymous said: Hey, could you do an imagine where you’re dating Ryan Ross and he finds out you do livestreams on pornhub but he finds it super hot? Thank you!!
*female reader, smut
Incognito window. Type in the link. Sign into your account. Click the livestream button. Ease into your chair. Watch as the viewers filed in, eyes fixed on you. And let the fun begin.
Honestly, you had been doing it before you even met Ryan. In a way, it was your own secret guilty pleasure. Why would you put perfectly good lingerie and sex toys to waste when you could spend a couple hours fooling around with your web cam and a couple submissive men on the internet? It was such an easy catch every single time. Hell, half of the time they’d get boners before you even uncovered anything. Just a flirty wink and a seductive lip bite and you had them wrapped around your finger. Especially the public livestreams, where everyone could see you, the comments filing in as your hands roamed your body… It was an adrenaline rush, a great orgasm, and a thrilling experience. So when you started dating Ryan, it only became even better. It was like your own small sexy secret, something to keep to yourself, your own small naughty little sin.
“Hey babe,” Ryan greeted when he entered the apartment and you quickly logged out, shutting down the incognito window, slamming down your laptop screen, hopping in the bed and snuggling under the blankets in just enough time for him to open up the door and give you a sly smile.
“Hey,” you whispered.
“Is this what you’ve been doing while I’m in the studio?” he rolled his eyes, sitting on the bed next to you. “Geez I’m tempted to join you.”
“Then join me,” you smirked.
“I’d love to,” he hummed, laying down and placing his head right beside yours on the pillow. “But I’ve got work I have to do.”
“Come on,” you whined playfully, wrapping an arm around him when he looked down, glancing up at you.
“Are you wearing any clothes, baby?” he raised an eyebrow.
“Maybe yes, maybe no,” you shrugged, eyeing him carefully.
“So this is what you do when I’m gone,” he chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around you and kicking off the blanket, leaving your body exposed. “Just lay in bed without any clothes on, probably waiting for me to get back, hmm?”
“Sure,” you teased, placing a kiss on his lips before rolling out of bed, picking up a random baggy shirt from the floor and putting it on. “I think I’m going to take a shower. You go finish up that work.”
“I just got here,” he argued. “It’s so comfy.”
“Later tonight,” you promised. You loved leading him on just to turn him down. It often built up the anticipation for what was to follow.
“Fine,” he complied. “You go take a shower.” You were halfway out the door when he spoke up again. “And hey?”
“Yeah?” you turned around, staring at him.
“You look really fucking great in my t-shirt,” he murmured.
“I know I do,” you grinned before walking out the door and heading towards the bathroom.
“Try not to moan so loud when you’re touching yourself in there!” he called out playfully and you smirked.
“Whatever!” you shouted back jokingly.
You slipped off the fabric of his t-shirt, taking a moment to breathe in the scent of warm maple syrup and calming tea before turning on the warm water. Humming softly, you stepped into the shower, letting the droplets scatter upon your shoulders before sliding down your back, closing your eyes, mind slipping off into a distant memory. It felt like just yesterday you were in the crowd, making your way to the front of the bar, desperate to know who was playing the music, locking eyes with the skinny boy with the Peter Pan hair and the innocent lips, fingers traveling up the neck of his bass, the same boy who you’d escape with later that night. You remembered the smoke in the air and the taste of his lips and the way he smiled and how gentle and fragile he felt in your arms but how desperate and persistent his body felt against yours, and when you were both nothing but fabric shed on the floor and skin craving for something more. It was then that you both knew very well this wouldn’t be the last time you’d share a night alone in a room.
When you stepped out, shutting off the stream, wrapping a towel around your body and squeezing the water from your hair, you heard the soft acoustic melody meet your ears from the sofa in the living room. You gave a small smile, walking out into the room and listening to him sing as he strummed on the strings, a melancholy sort of song. The tune was soft and sweet, slow and delicate, lyrics along the lines of diamonds and broken glass. “That’s beautiful,” you whispered when he finished, and he turned around, surprised to see you there.
“Not as beautiful as you,” he responded with a grin and you rolled your eyes.
“Come here,” he instructed, placing the guitar on the ground as you walked over to him. “Drop the towel for me, baby.”
“Magic word?” you teased.
“Please,” he looked up at you, pleading puppy dog eyes and pleading expression on his face.
“Only for you,” you smirked, dropping the towel to the floor and sitting on his lap, wrapping your legs around him as he pulled you in for a soft kiss, his hands roaming your body.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he breathed against your neck, placing soft kisses down your skin.
“Don’t let me distract you,” you shook your head, pulling away and scooping up the towel and sliding off his lap. “Get back to work.”
“You always distract me,” he rolled his eyes, and you blew him a kiss before exiting the room, giving a soft smile when you heard the return of soft guitar chords and the faint singing. Sometimes you couldn’t tell whether he was singing song lyrics or reciting poetry, the words were so sweet.
Entering the bedroom, your eyes flickered at the laptop laying on the desk. You were already practically naked, plus Ryan was busy with his songs, a couple minutes of a public livestream wouldn’t hurt, right? Temptation lingered in your mind before you reached for the laptop, locking the door of the bedroom and positioning it at the edge of the mattress while you typed in the familiar website, signed into your account, and scrolled until you found the livestream button. You wrapped your towel around yourself and clicked the button, smirking as the viewers filed in, keeping the towel loosely wrapped around your body, showing off just enough cleavage and biting your lower lip. “You like that?” you whispered for them to hear. You chuckled softly to yourself as you read the comments.
What a dirty little slut. Be a good girl and drop the towel, sweetheart. Let us see that body!
“So pushy,” you clicked your tongue with teasing hint of disapproval, watching the rest of the comments scroll by. There was a good handful of people in by now, and you were just about ready to start. You paused a moment just to listen to the faint noise of guitar chord strums, knowing very well Ryan wasn’t paying any attention, and then flickered your eyes back to the screen. “Ready for some fun?”
Fuck, she’s taking forever. Enough with the teasing, give us what we want. Come on, you whore. Show us something!
“Show you something?” you smirked, dropping the towel instantly and giving them a great view of your tits. “How about this? Hmm?”
Holy shit. That’s what I’m talking about! Give us more! Hot damn….
A smile crept on your lips as you took one of your breasts in your hands, giving it a good squeeze and letting out a soft moan, slowly opening your eyes and watching the comments slide down quickly. More viewers filed in and you gave a slight chuckle.
Move the camera lower! Absolutely gorgeous. Let’s see some more of what you have to offer, baby.
“What?” you raised an eyebrow. “You want to see more?”
Yes please! Stop being a brat and show us that good pussy. Behave for us, princess. Come on you whore.
“I don’t know…” you sighed, resisting the urge to grin as they became more agitated. You loved playing with them like this. That’s when you shoved your towel off the bed, ready to tilt your laptop screen at just the right angle when the last thing you expected happened. There was a knock on the door.
Not so alone, huh? Naughty, naughty girl. Who might that be? Mm something’s going down! Ignore it and give us a good show, baby! Was that a knock on the door?
You cringed at the comments and frantically searched for the small x on the corner of the screen when there was another knock on the door and then a voice, practically giving you a heart attack. “What are you up to in there?” Ryan wondered and you froze, instantly paralyzed with guilt.
“Nothing…” your faint voice responded, deciding to instead just shut the motherfucking laptop and place it behind you in a panicked sweat, then whipping your head around the room searching for some clothes. “Uh, just getting changed.”
“I think I heard you say something earlier,” he argued. “Come on babe, open up the door.”
“Hold on-” you begged, picking up another one of his shirts up off the floor in a rush and sliding it on before racing to the door and opening it, trying your best to catch your breath and look as composed as comfortable as possible. “Hey.”
“You okay, y/n?” he inquired, eyeing you up and down.
“Yup,” you nodded a little too quickly for his liking, your brain still frantically trying to piece this all together. Plus, what the fuck were you supposed to do with the viewers in the livestream?
“Y/n,” Ryan narrowed his eyes. “Come on.”
“What?” you tried to argue as innocently as possible. “I was just changing!”
“Into one of my dirty t-shirts,” he stated flatly.
“You know I love your clothes,” you counteracted, actually proud of yourself for coming up with a quick fix and a believable lie.
“You just got out of the shower,” he rolled his eyes. “Plus, you’re wearing it inside out.”
“Huh?” you looked down instantly to find that indeed, you were wearing one of his shirts inside out, and you turned red with embarrassment.
“Seriously, I mean, I can even tell you’re not even wearing a bra or underwear baby,” he sighed. “What were you doing?”
“Nothing,” you persisted.
“I heard you talking and I’m pretty sure it was not to yourself,” he pointed out. “And now my shirt and… what’s on the bed?” He craned his neck and saw the discarded towel on the floor, the laptop not even fully closed laying on the mattress, and you could’ve sworn your heart stopped beating.
“Ryan-” his name barely even escaped your lips and you watched in horror as he crossed the room slowly, eyeing you carefully before picking up the laptop.
“Do you want to explain or should I find out on my own?” he gave you a last chance, but it was useless. You were a blubbering, stammering, nervous wreck, your mind not even able to string together a coherent sentence.
“J-just look for yourself,” you choked out defeated.
Ryan stared at you strangely before opening the laptop, blinking twice with a blank expression on his face, swallowing uncomfortably before slowly shifting his gaze back to you. “Were you, uh, on a porn website?” he wondered. The second his eyes meet yours you feel like you just might shrink. Except there was something in his gaze you couldn’t seem to recognize. Lust, almost, maybe jealousy. You couldn’t quite tell. He returned his attention back to the computer screen and you could tell from the way his expression changed that he was just now fully understanding what was going on, his expression turning to curiosity, and you knew very well he was probably reading the comments. His brown eyes grew dark, his brow furrowed, biting down on his lower lip. There was a moment of silence that passed before he spoke again. You could practically hear your heart beating out of its chest. “The livestream’s still on, you know.”
“Yeah,” you were barely able to whisper back.
“Then continue what you were doing,” he stated.
“What?” your eyes almost fell out of their sockets.
“I want to see you, y/n,” he rephrased it. “Come on, continue the livestream. Show them what they want, baby. I’m sure you know what to do.”
“Babe…” you stared at him in disbelief, your feet frozen in place, not daring to even inhale another breath. There was no way you were doing that.
“Go on,” he urged, handing you the laptop. You watched as he pulled a chair from the desk across the room and positioned it in front of the bed, perfect view of where you had been sitting previously, crossing his hands over his chest, eyes fixed on you. “I’m not going to tell you again.”
You inhaled a shaky breath and then placed the laptop on the edge of the bed, sitting in front of it and closing your eyes tight before opening them up again, staring at the screen and trying to forget that Ryan was sitting right there watching you. Glancing at the comments you surprised a grin. “Miss me much?” you smirked.
There she is. What the fuck was that all about? Cute boyfriend!!! Did he leave? Show us that beautiful body!
“You want to see me, hmm?” you raised an eyebrow. “I suppose I’ve made you all wait long enough, yeah?”
Come on, give us something! I’m dying over here. Take off the shirt!
Smiling, you slipped the shirt up off your body and tucked your hair behind your ear, trying to ignore the fact that Ryan was there and you looked at the comments which were now sliding down the screen at a rather reckless pace. You could barely read them all.
Spread those gorgeous legs, baby. Fuck that’s what I’ve been waiting for. Body to kill for! Holy motherfucking shit.
“You like this?” you raised an eyebrow, slipping a hand down your chest towards your stomach and even lower, separating your legs slowly and sliding your hand over your center. You heard a gasp and you looked up, realizing it wasn’t from your lips, but instead, Ryan’s. You gave a sly smile and watched as he blushed, caught with his own hand in between his legs, making you even more turned on. The comments never stopped.
God that’s hot. You’re so fucking wet for us, you dirty whore. Show us more of that pretty pussy, baby! Be a good slut and let out a moan. Finger yourself so fucking good.
“Damn,” you sighed, easing your back into the bed and slipping a finger into your core, closing your eyes. You pumped it in and out, rubbing your clit in small circles and letting out some soft moans before inserting another finger, this time gasping and knowing very well Ryan was watching. However, instead of being embarrassed, shy, or hesitant this time, you fucking owned it. Let him watch if he wanted. Hell, why would you ever deny someone a good show?
“Fuck baby, I can’t stand it,” you heard him mutter and you looked up, confused, when you realized Ryan was getting up from his chair, exposing an extremely obvious hard on inside his skinny jeans. “I need you.”
“Hey-” you began to protest when he climbed on top of you on the mattress. He was capturing your lips in a kiss and pushing you down, his hands pinning yours above your head, sliding his tongue into your mouth before trailing his lips down your jaw, your neck, your breasts, your stomach, licking a stripe down your folds before working its way up again. “You’re all mine, baby.”
“Goddammit Ryan,” you let out a shaky breath as his hands and mouth roamed your body.
“That’s right,” he whispered in your ear, kissing you on the lips before unzipping his jeans and tugging them down with his boxers, kicking them aside and lining up with your entrance. “All mine.” He thrust into you and you gasped. He started to gain a rhythm and you wrapped your legs around his waist, slipping your tongue into his mouth as he rocked your body back and forth in sync with his, sinking deeper and deeper every time.
“Shit you feel so good baby,” you moaned softly against his neck as he got faster, edging you close to your climax.
“Better than all that teasing with the camera, hmm?” he wondered, letting go of his grip on your wrists and letting your hands instantly fall to his shoulders, pulling him closer to you, his hands on your hips to steady him. “You. Are. Mine.”
“Fuck,” you gasped, feeling a familiar warmth pool within your stomach. “Ryan…”
“Come on baby,” he urged. “You’re not going to give in that quick, are you?”
“I can’t-” you barely choked out before cumming, moaning out his name and digging your fingernails into his shoulders, your body shaking with waves of euphoria as he kept sliding in and out. It wasn’t long before he came too, gasping and losing control as an orgasm took him, burying his face in the crook of your neck and mumbling a string of curse words.
“Fuck y/n,” he sighed, slowly pulling out and then curling you up in his arms, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” you replied, struggling to catch your breath.
“You’re so fucking good,” he murmured, kissing your lips. The two of you laid there with arms wrapped around each other, struggling to catch your breath, recovering from the amazing sex you had both just experienced. Several moments passed before you came to a realization, taking a couple seconds to let it sink in before you decided to draw attention to it.
“You know they were watching all of that right?” you smirked.
“What?” Ryan’s eyes went wide, just now realizing what had gone down.
“Yup,” you chuckled softly, placing a soft kiss on his lips. “You’re fully exposed now, baby.”
“Shit,” he mumbled, looking at the laptop that was still miraculously perfectly positioned at the edge of the bed, instantly shutting it closed with his foot.
“What?” you raised an eyebrow, amused. “You embarrassed?”
“Huh?” he looked at you, the obvious blush in his cheeks and worried eyes saying it all.
“You’re cute you know,” you reassured. “I bet they thought you were hella hot.”
“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes. “I’m just the cranky over possessive boyfriend.”
“Yeah but being dominant is sexy,” you winked.
“Being dominant means I get to give out punishments,” he reminded and you swallowed uncomfortably, starting to let the entire reality of the situation sink in.
“So…” you trailed out the word. “Am I, uh, going to get in trouble for being naughty?”
“What do you mean?” he wondered, confused.
“The whole livestreaming on Pornhub thing,” you reminded. “Remember?”
“Oh, that?” he laughed. “Babe, I thought that was fucking hot as hell.”
“Really?” you raised your eyebrows, surprised. “You like that?”
“Shit y/n, that was, that was…” he searched for the right word but failed to find it. “Just really fucking hot.”
“What did you like about it?” you gave a sly smile.
“The teasing and the putting on a show and how cocky and arrogant you were and just, fuck. It was such a turn on,” he closed his eyes tight and opened them again. “Surprised me.”
“So you didn’t mind?” you asked carefully.
“I was kind of jealous,” he confessed.
“But you enjoyed it,” you pointed out. “You loved it.”
“I did love it,” Ryan admitted shyly.
“So you’d do it again?” you inquired.
“Huh?” his eyes went wide.
“You’d do it again?” you repeated, hopeful gaze meeting his.
“I don’t know,” he smirked. “Looks like we’ll just have to wait until next time to find out.”
Prompt: the time they found out Pepper could wield Mjolnir cuz spiders.
The thing Tony dislikes most about Beijing is the air. The traffic is nothing to shake a stick at either, but Tony’s dealt with traffic all over the world. No, in all honesty, it is the air that causes the most problems. Even in the suit– the few times Tony has had to wear the suit, anyway– with the filters maxed out couldn’t always keep the smog from slipping in, clouding up his already shoddy lungs, making him wheeze.
He’s lucky he’s inside for this visit. Even if the haze settled over the peaks of towers light up from within, looking a bit like a halo around the city, are near enchanting.
He’s caught up for a moment, so long that he doesn’t notice he isn’t alone, standing and staring out the vast expanse of windows from the 80th floor of the Chinese World Trade Center. It reminds Tony distantly of the One World Observatory back in New York; the glass floors and expansive windows looking out over Beijing the same way the Observatory looked out over NYC, even if the Atmosphere bar is a little more stringent about who is and who isn’t allowed in it.
Tony blinks away from the distant sight of city lights and up at King T’Challa, drink still clutched in hand. “Your Majesty,” he nods.
T’Challa’s small smile broadens. “Please, I do believe we’re rather beyond such formalities.”
“You started it,” Tony shrugs, but he’s grinning. “I enjoyed your speech today. I think we’ve finally won them over.”
“All thanks to your team’s work with the Office of Legal Affairs.” T’Challa steps up, tucking his free hand into the pocket of his slacks as he joins Tony in overlooking the city. “Ms. Walters is… a sight to behold.”
Tony doesn’t fight his broad smile. “She scares me shitless too.”
“At least I am not alone in that respect,” T’Challa huffs on a laugh.
Tony hums and takes a pull from his drink.
The wind must be strong tonight; he can see it galing against the smog, pushing it away from the streets. From way up here, Tony wonders what it would be like to drop into that wind, to let it sweep him up and away with it.
It’s a tempting thought.
“How are they?” he finally asks.
T’Challa sighs. “Mr. Stark–”
“Like I don’t know where they are,” Tony lets his head lull over just enough to level T’Challa a dry look. “Don’t worry, big cat, I’m not going to go blowing whistles. I haven’t, yet, have I?”
“No,” T’Challa inclines his head, shoulders slumping slightly, and Tony catches someone shift just out of the corner of his eye, but T’Challa holds up his hand and whichever Dora Milaje was about to approach takes a step back. “Though, I cannot help but wonder if that is because you genuinely wish them no harm, or if it is because you have no evidence to confirm your hypothesis.”
Tony’s nose wrinkles. “Guess they haven’t been singing my praises if that’s what you think.”
“I think that you are a powerful man with a lot of resources– some that even rival my own.” T’Challa says, twisting to face him proper. “But I think you believe, wholeheartedly, in what the Accords stand for. Or could stand for Which, if I were housing fugitives of their legislation, could cause problems.”
For a moment, Tony just stares. Then, he tips his head just slightly. “Do you believe in the Accords?”
“I would not be here if I did not,” T’Challa assures with another one of those small smiles. “My father’s legacy or otherwise.”
“I’m glad I’ve got you working with me on them, then. They’re a headache and a half, but it would be much worse if… well.”
“Yes,” T’Challa sighs his agreement and then regards Tony much the same way Tony had regarded him not a second earlier. “You know where they are? Beyond a shadow of a doubt?”
Tony lifts a dry brow, mouth twitching.
“And yet you do nothing about it.”
T’Challa looks at him for another long second and then nods, once, firmly. “They are safe. They are well. They are… restless. And a handful.”
Tony barks out a laugh, head tipping back as it ripples through him, and he balances a hand on T’Challa’s arm. There is a woman there just as suddenly as there wasn’t, her scowl severe, though she does not move to remove Tony’s hand.
T’Challa smiles, almost indulgently. “A familiar sentiment, I’m assuming?”
“Oh,” Tony shakes his head. “Oh, you have no idea.”
“No,” T’Challa’s smile broadens. “But I imagine I will.”
When Tony returns to his rooms, not long after his talk with T’Challa and another far more dull conversation with a delegate he can’t really remember the name or face of, he pulls out his tablet and blinks down at the notification. He swipes it open, stripping out of his tie and suit jacket as the call rings.
“Tony,” Pepper greets with a breath.
“Pep,” Tony falters. “You seem… ruffled.”
She waves a hand. “Nothing to worry about. How was it?”
“Grand,” Tony grins with all his teeth. “We’re definitely going to get the emergency clause pushed through; tomorrow, we’ll tackle the Enhanced regulations. Some of the shit still in there is appalling.”
“No more tracker bracelets,” Pepper replies, looking flush. “That’s a start.”
“I’ll consider it progress when the indefinite detainment without trial is ousted. Russia might like that, might do that to regular Joes too, but I guarantee the pressure from the other nations isn’t gonna be pretty. Scared or not, it goes against the human rights laws that the UN likes to tote, so…” Tony cuts his ramble off, eyes narrowing at the image in front of him. “You sure you’re okay, Pepper Pot?”
Pepper sighs, head hanging heavy. “There was a… thing. Today.”
“Well, I– I came over to discuss something with Thor and then that– that kid showed up, out of nowhere, I might add– scared the life out of me with that little… spider dohickey–”
“Dohickey?” Tony scoffs. “It’s a little more than that, Pep. Tracker, camera, LifeAlert button, all wrapped up in a neat little–”
“–dohickey,” Pepper repeats, eyes narrowed dangerously. “That looks like a giant spider, I might add, and I just… panicked. A little.”
Tony’s brow fly up. “You panicked.”
Pepper purses her lips for a moment. “It was crawling across the back of the couch, Tony, what did you expect? But now! Now, Thor is distraught because apparently no one is supposed to touch his precious hammer and the kid is in a blind panic because one of his toys is broken and– Tony, you really need to get a babysitter for these people.”
“I’m… I’m sorry, backup, did you just say you picked up Thor’s hammer in order to kill a very fake spider?” Tony sits on the foot of the bed, legs pretty much going out from under him, some mix of hysterical mirth and overwhelming exhaustion zipping through him.
Pepper just waves her hand again, like it isn’t a big deal, and jesus, she doesn’t know, Tony realizes. “Apparently, the kid was in on some kind of payback with Thor, but I got caught in the crossfire.”
In one moment, Tony is staring at her, completely dumbfounded and a little bit in love, and in the next he’s laughing, howling really, so hard that he has to lay back on the bed and hold his stomach. He laughs until tears well up in his eyes, prick at the corners, and his side begins to ache along with his lungs.
“Tony,” Pepper scolds, though her expression is not nearly as severe as it could be, even if her arms are crossed over her chest. “Tony, come on, it isn’t that funny.”
“Oh, Pep.” Tony breathes when he peters off, rolling onto his side to grin at her projection. “Pep, thank you. You’ve no idea how much I needed that.”
Her expression softens considerably. “Well… you’re welcome, then. But I’m serious about the babysitter.”
Tony snorts. “I’ll look into it. Promise.”
“FRIDAY can only do so much,” Pepper reminds him, though she’s smiling now too. “She’s still a baby AI. It’s one thing to watch after you, but Thor and Bruce and Vision and Rhodey? Plus, the occasional wizard and spiderkid? That’s a lot for her to handle. No offense, FRI.”
“None taken, Miss Potts.” FRIDAY replies. “And, please, boss has taken to referring to me as a VI until he can finish tackling the next round of amendments.”
Tony beams. “That’s my girl.”
Pepper huffs. “Get some sleep, Tony. You look exhausted. I’m glad to hear things are going well.”
“Yeah,” Tony bobs his head, reluctant to end the call. “Yeah, me too.”
“Sleep, Mr. Stark.” Pepper warns. “Will that be all?”
If your request box is open, could I ask for fluff? Maybe a love at first sight sort of deal with Ignis where he loses himself at the sight of his, not yet, s/o? I hope this made sense. Also, thank you for making song recommendations, they're amazing. Keep up the amazing work you do!
Of course you can ask for fluff. You came to the right place 😊
Although some people consider love at first sight to be either fake or only “lust at first sight”, I still hold out hope in my hopeless romantic heart that it does exist out there somewhere.
I’m so honored to hear that you enjoy the music recommendations!
I love pairing my writing with a musical mood; I think it really enhances the experience. ❊
Your shirt is see through and how he tells you/fixes it (SEVENTEEN)
F/C: favorite color
S.Coups: -he awkwardly looks at you while trying to think of the best way to say he could see your bright bra through your shirt- “so is F/C like your favorite color or is it just the one color you picked today?”
Jeonghan: -he tried to say it without having to actually say it but he really wasn’t getting the point which was confusing you- “well um you know um the shirt you’re um like have on is like not the right um color for what you have on under it”
Joshua: -you felt a jacket wrap around you and button in the front you were really confused on why he did that- “well lets just say that your shirt doesn’t cover F/C very well”
Jun: -he was nervous because you guys were in public and your shirt got wet- “babe I really need to find a clothing store for you”
Hoshi: -he blushed brightly when he saw it. He could see the outline of your body and the outline of your tanktop through your wet shirt- “would you like to wear my jacket Y/N you might get cold if your shirt stays wet”
Wonwoo: -he was almost unable to tell you so he kind just stared at your shirt and he headed up getting hit for not telling you and being a pervert- “sorry Y/N I didn’t know how to say it and I had no idea I was staring”
Woozi: -he was uncomfortable with it but he knew he had to say it before the boys noticed- “your shirts not the right color for that undergarment you have on Y/N”
DK: -he was straight forward with you. He wanted to make sure you knew it before you got embarrassed- “I can see your bra through your shirt babe. You might want to change it”
Mingyu: -he was willing to say it but then when he got closer he wasn’t able to anymore- “Y/N your shirt is um like um. Nevermind have a good day”
The8: -he tried to do it by not saying you thought he was just being a good boyfriend when he offered it- “wanna wear my jacket. I bet you would look good in it”
Seungkwan: -the others noticed it after someone spilled water on you and he had to tell you but instead you were given his sweater to cover yourself up- “there’s a lot of immature males here”
Vernon: -he offered you his sweater but you denied it and tried to clearly say what was happening- “are you sure? It might help with the shirt issue that’s currently happening”
Dino: -he didn’t really say anything he kinda giggled at you before long you caught on and he received a smack- “sorry I’m still a teenaged boy”
“So Chat Noir says he’s my cat,” Marinette said, as she sat down for a quick breakfast. Her mother was running the counter and her father was between bread batches, with all the ovens full. It also meant she was running a little behind schedule and needed to pick up the pace or she’d miss her train.
“We saw him tell you that yesterday,” her father pointed out as he reached for a croissant. "That pawing and purring was cat for, you are my favorite person ever.“
"Yeah, well while I was doing homework he told also me in Mandarin.” She pulled the flash cards out of her pocket and set them on the table.
“Your familiar speaks Mandarin?” He glanced at her in surprise.
She rocked her head from side to side. "Well he didn’t speak it, he still has kitty vocal chords, but he pointed out the characters, in order, and scent marked me after I translated it.
Her father beamed at her. "And you were afraid you wouldn’t find a cat, that this one wouldn’t want to stay.“
author’s note: anon mentioned the idea of writing a part two to this…….ask and you shall receive. and there’s a bit of cute fluff at the end! i hope y’all like it ;-) you can read part one here!
“Roman Burki,” he says, before spelling out his last name. “B-U-R-K-I.”
The receptionist in the hotel lobby types his name into the computer. His girlfriend has wandered off down the hall, looking at the paintings hanging on the walls, so he’s left hiding his boner while trying to get a last-minute room so they could have some privacy. Because they’re too impatient to make it all the way home.
“And how many nights will you be staying?” the receptionist asks.
“Just the one,” Roman sighs, wishing that she’d hurry up.
“Okay, you’ll have room 511,” she says, grabbing the room key and handing it over to Roman. “Enjoy your stay.”
“Thank you,” he says, taking the key before practically running down the hall after his girlfriend. “Hey, Y/N.”
Her head jerks up. He flashes her the room key and she smiles, meeting him in front of the elevator. He pushes the up button and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to his body.
“Why are we doing this?” she laughs as he dips his head into her shoulder. “We literally live so close –”
“Shut up, everyone knows it’s more exciting having sex in a hotel instead of at home.”
↳ Simon x Reader Requested? |
Could you write an imagine where you and simon are friends but you 2
like eachother and you guys go to a new years party with the sidemen.
And u guys are dancing and can there be smut throughout the night?? Lol
by the way you are such a good writer omg ive read all your simon
imagines! Keep it up girly!! ❤️
Warnings | slightly smutty touches (not much), drinking alcohol Word count | 1818
The sun was shining brightly as the group of students gathered in the familiar cafe for the last goodbyes. There was talk of the past years, reminiscing about fun moments, as well as wondering what the future might have in store for them. Some people were proudly chatting about the prestigious universities they were going to attend, while others exchanged gifts and cards. In a corner of this cafe, two unlikely friends sat together, sharing a pot of green tea.
“It all went by so fast,” Izumi said, “I can hardly believe we’re already graduating high school.”
“It was quite an eventful year.” Wakatoshi took sip of his tea. He toyed with a button in his hand. Their school might not have a the traditional gakuran, but Wakatoshi and Izumi had still wanted to give Kouhai their second button, so they had taken it from their shirt instead. They had also prepared some other presents as well. However, it turned out that a lot of people wanted to give Kouhai gifts today, so they sat patiently waiting their turn. Despite the large amount of people who wanted to greet her, she still managed to spend time with everyone.
A dressmaker friend found this very old pattern and made me a gift of it. The above-the ankle hemline tells us it is very early in the 20th century, but the flared skirt says not too early as they haven’t moved to the tube silhouette that would take over in the 1920s. The pattern envelope is crumbling, but you can still see the details. It seems to be a wrap dress that buttons both on the skirt and the bodice, and yet the v-neck is still placed in the exact center. See the smaller images on the top right for how they accomplished that.
The sleeves have four different options, one short, and one long without cuffs, or with a deep cuff or a turnback cuff which you can see in the plaid in the larger illustration. Using plaid in smaller details is a great way to avoid the trouble that comes with trying to match plaids while still enjoying the color play they offer.
The bodice back offers a little frill option near the shoulders, while skirt back includes an option of a laced back yoke. Why and how that works, I don’t yet know. Now, when will I be brave enough to carefully open all the pattern pieces and trace them?