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Y/N dates Julian to make Archie jealous.

Y/N hated Julian. The whole school secretly hated Julian, but they respected him out of fear of who his family was, and all the money they had. So, you're probably asking yourselves why Y/N would ever agree to go out with that blue blooded Blossom? It was quite simple really. He needed to make Archie jealous, and according to Veronica, seeing him with another guy could force Archie to man up and tell Y/N how he felt.

It wasn't for free though. Y/N had to pay Julian two dollars to get him to agree to this, on top of getting him a water bottle in basketball practice. It was humiliating to say the least, but if it helped Archie open his eyes, it would be well worth it.

Julian agreed to be his pretend boyfriend and even though he was cool with handholding and their faces so close together, he laid down the law of no kissing on the mouth, or rubbing cocks together. Otherwise, he'd pound Y/N, who had no problem decking him back.

And that's how this charade started. They would be boyfriends in front of Archie, but enemies to everyone else in the school. They would hangout at all the spots Archie was at, even at his place of work where Y/N laid one on Julian to see Archie's reaction to the kiss. He was shocked, mortified, and jealous. You could see it in his brown eyes as he left to go get more window cleaner before Julian shoved Y/N off him.

"What the hell, man?! I said no kissing on the mouth." Julian wiped his mouth.

"Oh, cut the gas, Blossom. I know you were enjoying it." Y/N said.

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Julien an d Archie fight over your penis and you just want to get off. Fangs jumps in.

Y/N felt like he was going to die. He desperately needed to get off, and Archie and Julian weren't helping his situation at all. They were making it worse. What started out as an innocent locker room shower turned into a war over Y/N's body, specifically his cock.

Both ginger boys were arguing over who got Y/N's penis first. The grasped his cock and tugged and stroked him off as he gasped and whimpers.

"You need to back off, Andrews. This dick belongs to me." Julian said.

"Stick a needle in your eye, Blossom. I had eyes on Y/N's cock long before you did."

Just when Y/N thought it was hopeless, Fangs Fogarty came into the shower and when he Y/N panting with desire and Archie and Julian fighting over his cock, he smirked. "Hey, Y/N? Need a little bit of help getting off?"

"Yes, please?"

Fangs moved towards him as Archie and Julian got in front of Y/N. "Back off, Fogarty!"

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Can you do an Archie Andrews x Male Reader where it’s a few years after the graduate and they share an apartment and for Valentine’s Day Archie takes him out to dinner at a fancy restaurant and then proposes to him? Thanks! I love your work!!

Y/N was in the living room with his socks peeking over the couch as he watched the Hallmark's list of romantic Valentine's Day movie marathon. He laughed at the cheesy plotline of each movie. It was always the same thing. Two strangers falling in love, or two enemies to lovers etc.

As Y/N laughed and threw popcorn at the TV screen as his roommate, Archie Andrews came into the room. After graduation from Riverdale highschool, they moved to New York together and got an apartment together. Archie was trying to make it with his music, and Y/N was an ace reporter for their local newspaper. He saw the mess on the floor and sighed.

"Dude, you're messing up my carpet." He chuckled.

"Dude, this is my carpet too. And you mess up our bathroom with your stinky socks and jockstraps. But you don't hear me complaining." Y/N smirks.

Archie grinned and looked at the TV. "Hallmark Rom-Coms? You've hit rock bottom."

"I feel like it too. Did you need something?"

"Yeah, I was thinking we should go out for Valentine's Day tonight and celebrate."

Y/N stopped mid-air of popcorn as he looked at Archie and laughed. "You're serious, Arch?"

"Very. So, you should start getting ready."

"But, but. We'll be giving into the cliche. It'll be packed. And I don't have anything to wear." Y/N said, trying to make reasons not to get his ass off this couch.

"I've got dinner reservations for 8:00. You've got an hour to get ready. Now, move your cute ass and get ready. I know you've got something in your closet." Archie winked and left the room.

An hour later they were both dressed in nice suits and ties as Archie took Y/N to a fancy restaurant. The ones you see in the movies. The ones only celebrities and their moms can afford.

Y/N looks around. "Arch? This is nice and all. It's very high-class, but it's too expensive. I can't let you pay for this."

Archie looks at him and gives him a sheepish smile. "Come on. We've been through a lot together. You've been there through my dad's passing. My parents' divorce. My indecise on Veronica and Betty. It's the least I can do."

"That's honorable, Arch, but I would have been happy with just burgers and shakes from Pop's."

"I miss those days. Sitting at Pop's diner for hours just you, me, Veronica, Betty, Jughead." Archie said as he blushed. "But there's another reason why I asked you here."

Y/N frowned. "What other reason would you have for bringing me here?"

Archie stood up. And looked around the room before he got down on one knee and pulled out a ring. "Y/N L/N…"

Y/N looks at him in shock as people turn to look at them. He's not going to propose, is he? "Archibald Andrew, what are you doing?"

"We've known each since we were kids. And you've always been my best friend. I have always loved you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?"

Y/N wasn't sure what to say. He was so shocked and happy at the same time. He couldn't believe how vulnerable Archie was right now. He was putting his heart in the line, and just confessed in front of this whole restaurant that he loved Y/N and wanted to spend the rest of his life with him.

He looks at him, tears streaming down his face as he nods. "Yes! Of course I'll marry you."

There was an eruption of cheer from the crowd of people listening and watching as Archie slipped his dad's wedding band on Y/N's fingers and kissed him.

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How about an Archie x M! Reader where they are parents? Preferably to a son who is a toddler and he says his first word like calling Archie ‘dada’ and his and M! Readers hearts just melt. Basically really cute family fluff!

Archie came into the house to find Y/N sitting on the couch as he watched Fred play innocently with his blocks on the living room carpet. He smiled and chuckled lightly as he made his presence known.

"And how are my two favorite guys doing?"

Y/N turned to him and smiled. "Hey, you."

"Hey, yourself." He leaned down and kissed Y/N's lips.

They were that sickly sweet young married couple who were childhood sweethearts in school. Now, they had a baby boy named after Archie's late father, and things couldn't be better. Except maybe sex, if Fred didn't insist on sleeping between them every night.

Archie pulled back and grinned. "The Archies are a success."

"What? Arch, that's fantastic." He had been trying to get his band's name out there for a while now, and it was finally happening. Y/N hugged his husband. "When do you guys play?"

"A week from today. It's going to be big."

They were so caught up in the excitement, that they didn't see Fred walking towards Archie and tugging on his pants. "Dada?" Archie looks at him in shock and so does Y/N, before Archie speaks. "Did he just say what I think he just said?"

Y/N nods. "Yes, and I didn't even get my camera to capture this moment. Say it again, champ. Say 'dada' for your dads."

Fred coos and gurgles. "Dada?"

Archie grinned and lifted Fred into the air as Y/N took a picture with his phone. "Atta boy!"

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In the boy's locker room, Julian Blossom comes out of the showers in a gray towel. "Whatever you wet rags are doing tonight, drop it. I got my hands on a stag film." He smirks and stands there like he's waiting for applause.

Archie looks at Reggie and frowns. "Wait, what's a stag film?"

"Jeez, Andrews, maybe it's time to get your nose out of those poems. It's a skin flick, complete with naked women. Sometimes more than one." All the boys murmur at that. Apparently, they like the sound of that. "Where'd you get something like that?" Reggie asked.

"A buddy of mine from Stonewall Prep lent it to me." Julian said. He looks around the room. "So, who's game?" Kevin and Clay look excited as Julian casts a glance at Fangs. "Oh, come on, Fogarty, you've got to be horny with your honey under lock and key at the Sisters'."

"Where would we watch it?" Fangs asked.

"We can hang a blanket up in my parents' barn."

Y/N wiped the sweat off his face and looked at Julian. "Yeah, because there's nothing queer about a group of fellas getting all hot and bothered watching naked women. Maybe you guys can get raunchy and help each other's dicks out."

"And what kinds of skin flicks do you watch, huh, Y/N? Wrestling movies?" Julian said.

"Actually, it's a farm boy and a basketball player rubbing dicks together. He kinda looks like you, Julian." He winks and leaves towards the showers as Archie and Reggie tried not to stare at his naked body as Julian flushed red with embarrassment.

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Loving you

(Songfic — ‘Back to December’ by Taylor Swift)

Pairing : Chris Evans x Male Reader

Summery : Christmas is said to be the festival of joy and happiness. But for you, it brings the unbearable burn of old wounds. The ones you are so desperate to heal, to make all right. But will he ever give you the chance? After all you did to him? The pain, the heartbreak you caused him? Do you really deserve it? Unbeknownst to you, the person still aches for your love. He still stands where you left him, waiting for you to come back.

Warnings/tags : No warnings. Pure angst & fluff

A/N : First of all, I'd like to thank all of you for giving my Lloyd Hansen fic so much love. It truly means a lot. And secondly, this is a small (late) Christmas gift for my Tumblr fam.I actually have a Chris Hemsworth fic already in the work, which hopefully will be released soon. In the meantime, enjoy this angsty fluffy treat that came in my mind outta nowhere. Back to December is one of my favourite Taylor Swift songs and converting it into a fic was interesting. Hope you love it. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!

There is a party at the community park today. The party of Christmas Eve. People are going to gather around and make merry as the season of Christmas settles around. Being one of the biggest community in Boston, the people held no reservation against making it ostentatious. You also heard that a special guest is to come with their family but the identity of the person is rather undisclosed. A surprise sort of.

As a part of this community you are also going to attend the party. And having a good reputation for being a 'singer-in-the-making', also at the insistence of nearly everyone at the community, you complied to perform at least one song on the function.

You sigh as you shrug on your jacket. Your parents and siblings are already there waiting for you. Pocketing your woolen beanie, you head towards the door of your modern house and step outside.

As soon as you close the door behind you, the cold December air hit you, making your eyes water and chills erupting all over your body despite your warm getup. A blanket of thick snow covering all over the surface.

December, you think wishfully as you start to make your way to the community park. So many sweet memories but one can find the sourness of some particular memories if they take their time to sort through them. But one thing you know for a fact, yours can be found very easily. Because they're fresh yet old. Laced with so much pain, heartbreak and an unforgettable end.

You shake your head, determined not to think about them. You need a calm mind to roll the lyrics around your lips. You don't need past memories to sour your mood lest you want to disappoint the audience.

Past, you scoffed inwardly. One year isn't past. Not when the time has barely passed for you. Yes, you still think about that December. It's as if you haven't moved past it yet. Your guilt and regret constantly pulls you towards that endless abyss.

Because you know that, it was your fault. He was the victim. He gave all his love, his precious heart. But you crushed all of it with your bare hands. Still, you could've apologized, but you didn't. You can't blame it entirely on less of opportunities. Because there was plenty. But being the coward you were, you didn't even make a move. And it kills you every single day, awaken and asleep.

He has probably moved on. But you couldn't. You can't. You're still looking forward to a chance. And if it never shows up, you are going to live an incomplete life. Is it worth living?

Finally reaching your destination, you let your gaze roam over the entire scene. Christmas lights all over the area. On the trees, benches, stalls, everywhere. Children running and playing around, gleeful in their own joy. Adults laughing, boisterous. Clapping each other on back, drinking.

There is a stage on the corner where musical instruments are kept. That's where you'll be singing. You can see an elderly couple sitting on a far bench. The man unwrapping his muffler from his neck and wrapping it around his wife's. You smile softly at the display inspite of yourself.

Taking a deep breath, you enter the joy ground. Closing all of your mindless thought at the back of your mind. Masking your expressing with a picture of complete enthusiasm. Why showing them what they'll never understand? You are content in suffering on your own, that's what you deserve.

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December, Chris thinks as he drives his family car to where they're invited to a Christmas party today. December used to be his favourite time of the year. But now it only brings the pain and confusion he felt last December when the person he loved and cherished the most left him.

Yes, that is the word. LEFT him. But never bothered to tell him why. The answer to that why, he craves it just as much as the survivors of a desert craves water. Sometimes the crave suffocates him. Then he remembers the beautiful time they had passed. The blossoming love brimming both of their hearts.

Chris could feel himself lost in those beautiful eyes whenever he looked down in them. Could feel himself bewitched by that beautiful smile. So delicate, so lovely. He could feel himself floating by that beautiful twinkling laughter that never failed to put a fond smile on his face

He thought he could never hear his name so beautiful coming out of someone untill he heard the breathless ‘Chris’s falling from those sinful lips. Every kiss, every intimate moment they shared was precious to him. Because it felt so right.

Then what happened? When did it all go wrong? Did he do something that could jeopardize their relationship? Was his love not enough? Was he not enough? He could swear he felt the same amount of love pouring from that person. Then why the goodbye?

He wants the answers. But more than anything, he wants that person back in his life. Back in his arms. To give their love a second chance. But how? He doesn't know. All he ever knows is that their love was everything to him. He could never love anyone like that. Their love was it for him.

Reaching where they're invited, Chris parked the car along with the other ones on the parking spot and got out. They used to live here once. Therefore so many of their close friends are from this community and insisted them to be their guest on this party. Tucking his hands inside his pockets, he makes his way inside the park along with family, Scott, Lisa and two of his nephews.

People immediately spot them and greet them. Some of them already started to take pictures with him. As the night progresses, he found himself genuinely enjoy talking with old friends and just being himself.

After awhile, there is a slight commotion from the mic on the stage and one of the hosts clears his throat, grabbing everyone's attention. “Merry Christmas and a very good evening, ladies and gentlemen. It is so nice to have all of here today. Our celebration of Christmas Eve this year couldn't have been more perfect. I'd like to thank Mr. Chris Evans and his family for accepting our invitation and joining with us. Now, we also have someone here to make our evening even more brighter. A lot of you have guessed already, I know. They have the sweetest voice to enlighten all our mood. So please welcome on stage, (Y/N) (L/N)!!”

Chris's heart stops beating in his chest in time of a loud cheers erupting all over the audience. He completely froze. (Y/N)? His (Y/N)? Beside him, he can feel his mom and Scott stiffen. He doesn't know what to do. Laugh? Cry? He just stands there, eyes glued on the stage.

Then a figure starts to slowly approach from the backstage. Dressed in white t-shirt, dark jacket, dark jeans and boots. As the spotlight steadily falls on the figure, their beautiful face comes to view.

Chris felt as if his breath has been knocked out of his lungs. He can't move, feels like he's shaken to his very core. His (Y/N), the love of his life standing there on stage with a mic in his hand. Beautiful as ever.

One year, but your beauty still doesn't fail to leave him breathless. Lips parted in a small smile, delicate hands clutching the mic, wavy hair flailing about from the gentle breeze, you looked etherial to him. Your wide eyes searching the crowd. Those eyes, he thinks. He just wants to jump on the stage and take you in his arm, never let you go.

But he can't. It's like a wall has been built between you two. One word is echoing in his mind, 'why'. Why did you do what you did all those months ago? But at the same time he's scared to ask, scared to know even. He can't be vulnerable again, not before you. He has to be strong.

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You saw him right the moment you step into the stage. How could you not. You loved this person too much to not spot him, even in this crowd of so many people. Okay, maybe that's too much. Any one could spot him anywhere, even from a mile afar. Because he is The Chris Evans. But for you, he was only Chris. Your Chris.

Your heart hasn't calm down since you've seen him. You feel as if it's going to burst out of your chest any time now. You're only able to maintain your composure because they're so many people watching you right now. Even if your eyes are slightly widened.

But, God does he look handsome. He always does. That muscular figure clad in black button-up, slacks, suit jacket and shoes. He has overgrown his beard, through which once you loved to run your fingers. The delicious coarseness you felt everytime it brushed against one of your body parts. Your neck, chin, inner thighs......you blush immediately at your train of thoughts.

But what you loved most about him, was his eyes. So blue, it pierces right through your soul. Eyes that are now averting yours. Shame and guilt bubbled up inside you at his action. He has his guards up. Why shouldn't he? After all you did to him.

He deserves someone better. Someone that'll love him, trust him just as much as he does. Not some coward. Maybe he has already found that person, maybe they're happy. He doesn't love you anymore, you think disgustedly. But you do owe him an apology. But you are not so eloquent with your words. Still there is something to help you today.

You look down on the mic in your hand and make your mind. Stealing one last glance at him, you nod at the host and the instrument players and make you way towards the front of the stage. Closing your eyes, you begin.....

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I'm so glad you made time to see me How's life, tell me how's your family I haven't seen them in a while

You open your eyes and look over in time to see Chris's mom giving you a small smile and Scott waving at you. You smile back and let your gaze flit over to where Chris is standing, eyes glued to you. You feel your cheeks heaten up.

Meanwhile Chris is transfixed by your voice. He can't believe how sweet you sound. You used to sing to him at night and he always encouraged you. He believed you could be a great singer one day, he just couldn't get you out of your shyness. And here you are today. Displaying your talent and making his heart feel full.

You've been good, busier than ever We small talk, work and the weather Your guard is up and I know why

You drop your gaze to the ground. Somehow ashamed to look at anyone. Chris looks away as the reality of the song slowly dawns on him.

Because the last time you saw me is still burned in the back of your mind You gave me roses and I left them there to die

Yes, Chris can remember that night. He came home from a 2 days shoot to see the bouquet of your favorite roses that he sent to you with a 'Merry early Christmas, love' card laying on the tea-table haphazardly. Almost rotten. Just beside the bouquet was a letter, you letter, saying this wasn't working for you anymore and you're leaving. He cried so much that night that he had a constant migraine the next day.

So this is me swallowing my pride Standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night And I go back to December all the time

You and Chris make eye contact for the first time and Chris can see the plea and intent in them. Your beautiful eyes shining with unshed tears making his eyes water as well.

It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine

Chris was the best thing that had ever happened to you. No one ever loved you and cherished you like he did. His love was so selfless and you miss it. Miss all of it.

Chris can see the longing in your eyes. He misses you just as much you miss him. But he's too afraid to say it out loud.

I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright I go back to December all the time

Yes you want to. God do you want to just go back in time and change all of it. If it means to have him back, you'd do anything.

Chris also wants nothing else than go back in time and keep you from leaving.

As the instruments plays in the background, you two stare at each other and just wonder what went wrong. You know what went wrong. But you don't know at the same time. It frustrates you so much you can't even explain.

These days I haven't been sleeping staying up playing back myself leaving When your birthday passed and I didn't call

On every birthday of Chris during your time together, you were the first one to call him and wish him Happy Birthday when he was away. Even after your breakup, you desperately wanted to call him just as always. But you couldn't find it yourself to get to dial his number. Couldn't find a reason.

Chris remembers his birthday this year. The first thing he did after waking up was checking his phone. It was as if on instinct. Like he was waiting for your call or message. But he couldn't find any. Among so many well wishers, there wasn't you. And it crushed his heart even more. You could at least give him a text. But you didn't.

Then I think about summer, all the beautiful times I watched you laughing from the passenger side And realized I loved you in the fall

“You know we could be lounging in our pool right now?” You huffed and glared at Chris from the passenger seat. Chris, with his one hand on the steering wheel and the other petting dodger's head, gave you a broad grin, “But baby, this is much more fun” he countered. You rolled you eyes and made a face, “What? Fishing in this summer heat? I swear Chris, if I get a sunburn on anywhere on my body, I'm not letting you touch me for the entire week.” You crossed you arms over your chest and stared ahead. Chris only laughed and pulled you in a kiss. You couldn't help but smile into the kiss.

The memory brings a soft smile in your face as you sing the lyrics. From few feet away, Chris also smiled at the same memory. Both of you felt the love and it went even more deeper when you walked hand in hand on the evenings of fall.

And then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind you gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye

Fear. It was fear that made you do all the things you did to him. You feared your love wouldn't stay the same. You feared it'd inevitably end in heartbreak. You feared Chris was too good to be true. But at the same time, you knew you were being unreasonable. The fear of losing him was so great that you started backing up from the relationship. Leaving him entirely clueless as to why you felt like that.

Chris notes the slight quiver in your voice. And suddenly, something clicks inside him. With a frown on his face, he remembers how you to started detach yourself from him in the prior months to your breakup. You started to withdraw yourself more and more. And whenever he looked into your eyes, he saw something imperceptible. What was it? Was it fear? Fear of what? He never bothered to ask you and now he feels the regret come crashing down on him.

Coming back to present, he looks over at you. But you are looking at anywhere but him. Like you're ashamed. Like you revealed something really personal.

So this is me swallowing my pride standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night And I go back to December all the time

You wish he'd know how sorry you are. You want to scream at the top of your lungs, beg for forgiveness. You can't stay alive knowing you brought a pain so vicious. Reminder of it will eat you every day.

it turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind I go back to December all the time

You just want to go back and change all the things that went wrong. Change your mind about leaving him. But you can't change the past, even if you wanted so desperately. Life isn't some science-fiction. You nearly laughed at the irony of your song and reality.

I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile so good to me, so right

You sing the lyrics with a slight head tilt and sad smile on your face all the while looking at him. Your eyes are misty but you don't seem to care.

Chris can see the open longing in your eyes. And he realizes for the first time that you still love him. You still love him to miss him like that. He can't breath and just stares at you, studies you.

And how you held me in your arms that September night the first time you ever saw me cry

Chris has always been a constant source of comfort to you. Whenever you felt sad or felt like crying, he'd wrap his strong arms around you and hold you tightly. He would shush you gently and kiss your forehead. He was someone that you could easily confide in and take refuge in his strength. So warm and so right.

Maybe this is wishful thinking probably mindless dreaming But if we loved again I swear I'd love you right

Chris feels dizzy. Because it's not your wishful thinking nor some mindless dreaming. He wants that too. So desperately. And he doesn't have to look in your eyes to see that you mean it.

But then, just as quickly, your expression changes. Morphs into something more difficult to understand. He watches you blink several times and look down before continuing.....

I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't so if the chain is on your door, I understand

You don't want to lift your expectations too high. Why should he open the doors to his heart once more for you? You don't deserve it.

Chris watches the hard acceptance on your features. He wants rush to you and show you that he is still yours. He hasn't moved on. But he stays glued to the ground. Why everything has to be so hard for both of you?

But this is me swallowing my pride standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night And I go back to December It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright I'd go back to December turn around and change my own mind I go back to December all the time

You feel so exhausted at once. More than you felt for a long time. You just want this to end, want your sufferings to end. You can't keep fighting anymore.

All the time

With the song concluding it's final note, Chris watches as a silent tear slide down your cheek, making his heart shatter into million pieces. He hates your tears. Especially when he can do nothing about it.

You slowly open your eyes and let your gaze roam over the silent crowd. A flush of embarrassment creeps up your cheeks as the reality dawns on you. But it doesn't matter anymore. You have done what you wanted to do. Now you just want to get out of here. Away from here.

Scrambling, you excuse yourself from the audience and rush out of the scene, wiping your tears, not looking at anyone. You're angry at yourself for showing this much vulnerability in front of everyone, especially him. He must be thinking what a fool you are. Must be laughing at you right now.

Chris watches with dread as you leave hastily. No, this is his chance, to make everything right between you. Your fate brought you together this day. Exactly one year after that nightmare. Destiny has given you both a chance and he can't lose it, even if his life is dependend on it.

He feels a hand on his shoulder. Turning around he sees his mom and Scott nodding at him. Go, they want to say. Go get him.

Wasting no more time, Chris runs after you. Determined to not to let you go this time.

Walking has never felt like a chore before. Your legs feel like they'll give out at any time. You feel your phone vibrating in your pocket. Sniffing, you reach out to pull out your phone. It's your dad. Probably calling to check in on you, seeing how you left. But you don't want to talk to any one right now. You want to be alone. Shutting off your phone, you put it inside your pocket and resume walking.

Suddenly you feel a strong grip around your wrist, tugging you back. You yelp and bump against what must've been a brick wall. But it's someone's chest. Someone you're so strongly familiar with, someone you're connected to the heart.

“Running away from me again?” that deep baritone voice, making you look up into the owners piercing blue eyes.

“Chris” you whisper, making his heart set ablaze. He clutches your hands close to his chest. You two are standing so close that you can feel his body heat wafting off of him. It's taking all of your willpower not to snuggle close. Chase that warmth.

Chris can't stop looking into your eyes. It still feels so surreal to have you close to him again. You feel perfect tucked against him. Like you two are two puzzles fitting around all edges. And he knows then and there, that he'll have you again. Make you his again.

But then you gently push him away, making unwanted distance between you. Looking away, you ask him, “What're you doing here?” “I'm here to get back what's mine” he replies, looking at you intently.

You shake your head, not understanding, “Why?” you ask. Your eyes going watery again and you hate yourself for it. Hate yourself for even seeing the beacon of hope.

Chris gently takes you by the shoulder and looks deeply into your eyes, “Because I love you” he whispers. And you can see the truth behind his words. There is no hesitation behind it. No cruel joke. But still you're confused. Why would he love you after....

“But I hurt you” you said, not looking at him. Waiting to be laughed in the face. But it never comes. Instead, you feel his callaused, rough palm on your cheek, turning your face towards him. “Yes, you did.” he said making you feel worse than you ever felt now that you heard it from him.

Then he took your hand in his and gently put it over his chest where his heart is steadily beating. “But the hurt wasn't greater than what I felt in here. And do you know what that is?” he asks. You can only stare dumbly at him, too shoked to say anything.

“Your love”, he declares. And he says it so reverently that you feel your legs slowly giving out. Is it truly happening? Or is it some cruel game of fate? You are completely dumbstruck. You feel like you're going to break into tears any time. You are beyond ecstatic.

Finally, not being able to hold back anymore, you reach up and crash your lips onto his. Chris returns the kiss just as eagerly. He snakes his strong arms around your waist and pulls you even more closer. You get on your tiptoes and wrap your arms around his neck to fully submit into the kiss.

The kiss is feverish. Laced with the pain of a year of longing. You both kiss like it's the end of time and you're never going to get the chance again. Chris licks your bottom lip, asking for access. You comply happily and let him deepen the kiss.

So what if the pain is still fresh? What if things are yet to gain semblance? You both simply don't care as long as you have each other. You'll work on your faults and make your relationship better. You'll grow to love and trust each other once again. This is a promise of giving your everything to the other person. Destiny has brought you together in this moment to simply give each the love you preserved in your hearts.

As you break the kiss and stare deeply into his eyes, you know that you'll give your everything to make this work. You'll love him as long as he'll allow you to and looking at him you know that he's not leaving you anytime soon.

With a sigh you bury yourself in his warm embrace as the snow starts to fall around you like a blessing from the sky itself.

“I love you, Chris”

“I love you too, baby”

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Y/N watched from his position behind his phone as he saw Peter and Ikaris go at it in the locker room showers. It was like an amateur porno video as the warm water dripped down their naked bodies as Peter railed Ikaris from behind. Y/N felt himself getting hard watching the young man fuck the other one of the three of them.

As if sensing his gaze, Ikaris turned his head towards him and when he saw the phone pointed at them, his face got red with heat. "Ye're not gaun'ae show anyone this, richt?"

Peter followed his gaze in between thrusts as he saw Y/N recording them. He blushed. "Holy shit, Y/N! You're recording this?"

"Yup. Gonna post it on my onlyfans."

"Y/N!"

"Relax. Relax. This is for my eyes only. Good wank material. Now, keep fucking him, tiger." Y/N winked.

Peter nods and continued to fuck the Eternal as he whimpers and moans for him.

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hcns for being Peters short boyfriend ? :) (any peter is fine)

I was working, here is it!

Peter Parker x Short! Male reader

Tom! Peter

• It's kind of rare for him to find someone shorter, so it was definitely a surprise, and he loved it.

• Since you guys started dating, he was quick to like hugging you putting his chin on your head and etc… cute, just cute.

• Lend you hoodies!! No matter when, how or why, he will want to lend you!

• I'm sorry, but he would give you stupid nicknames;

Hey, my little one/mini spider.

• Of course, if he ever told you about being Spider-Man, he would do something I'm sure: • Make you wear his suit, at least once.

• He likes to make a lot of jokes too, like walking with his legs bent next to you, but he would apologize right away and kiss you smiling.

• If you asked him to stop the jokes, he would stop right away.

• If anyone DARE makes a joke about his height he will beat them up. It doesn't matter location or situation.

Nobody messes with my little love.

I thought the nicknames were over..

Oh no, I have 13 more of these.

Andrew! Peter;

• Okay, this one isn't that hard to find someone smaller than him, so he's gotten used to it.

• However, some customs never go away, one of them is loving to hold you. • You can be anywhere, in any situation, he would like to pull you close to him and wrap his body against yours.

• Hold your chin with your hand sometimes to make you look at it.

• If it's a good mood day, your 'good morning' already comes with the addition of something;

Good morning my sweet little mess.

• He won't make fun of you, he just likes you to feel protected.

• BUT, he loves to grab something from him every now and then and hold it aloft, daring you to try to take it back—he'll only let you if you pay the toll, which can be a kiss or a hug.

• GODS THIS BOY THINKS YOU'RE SO CUTE.

• No matter what, he'll think you're cute doing it. • Studying? Cute. Cooking? Cute. Just stopped watching TV? Cute.

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Archie, is it worth getting spanked by your Uncle to fool around with Y/n?

Archie: "Honestly? It hasn't been a gas. To be spanked over and over again because my uncle Frank thinks fooling around with another fella is bent. It's definitely a challenge with my mom disapproving and Mr. And Mrs. Cooper doing everything thing they can to keep me away from their son. I just think about what I want. And what I want is Y/N. The way I feel for his is stronger than anything that I've felt for any hot chick. Veronica and Betty included."

"I want to be brave like Kevin and Clay and just show Y/N how much he means to me, and I will happily accept the consequences of my actions."

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"Y/N, this is Reggie Mantle. Reggie, this is, Y/N Cooper." Archie introduced the two boys together. He told his best pal that his uncle Frank had a secret weapon to help them win more basketball games. A houseguest that would be staying with them for the time being. Y/N was looking forward to meeting this mysterious secret weapon. And he has to say, he's impressed.

"Howdy, partner. Glad to meet cha." Reggie smiled and held out a hand for Y/N to shake. He had black hair and dark brown eyes. And a country boy accent. He was quite a hunk.

Y/N smiles and shakes his head. "You too. Nice to finally meet Frank Andrews' secret weapon. They say you're pretty good. That true, farm boy?"

Reggie smiled. "Aw shucks. I ain't that great. I'm alright."

Archie was glad they were getting along so well, but he couldn't help but frown watching Y/N smile at Reggie, and him at Y/N. He felt this fire in belly and he didn't like it. It's like he drank coffee or hot cocoa and it just sat there and boiled inside his tummy.

He cleared his throat. "Well, this has been a gas, but Reggie and I have to get going. I promised that I would take him to Pop's for a burger and a milkshake."

"Oh, cool. Mind if I join you guys?" Y/N asked.

Before Archie could say anything, Reggie interrupted him. "Heck, yeah! Come on." He put his arm around Y/N and led him outside to Archie's jalopy.

The ginger male pouted.

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"This is your cot." Archie announced as Reggie ',the Blur' Mantle threw his bag onto the bed, the ginger male holding some blankets for him. Reggie was a young farm boy from Duck Creek, who used to play basketball for Stonewall Prep. According to uncle Frank, he was so fast, you never see him coming. Reggie was going to be the Bulldog's secret weapon to win more games and hopefully, a championship.

"There's some more blankets down the hall if you get cold or anything." Archie said as he set the blankets on the bed. He pointed to the dresser. "Oh, I emptied a drawer. If you need anymore space, I can make some..." Archie trails off when he notices that Reggie wasn't listening to him. The young man of Korean descent was looking across the street and into the bedroom of a young man who was sitting on his bed, happily reading a book. Reggie takes a step towards the window. "Who's that?" He asked.

Archie pokes his head behind Reggie to see that he meant Y/N, who was reading at the same time that he always did at this hour. Not that it was weird or anything that Archie knew that. The ginger male looked at the other boy and frowned slightly. Why would he be asking about Y/N? There was a strange feeling inside his stomach at Reggie eyeing his best friend. "Oh, that's my neighbor, Y/N Cooper. We've been pals since boyhood." Archie quickly closed blinds to keep Reggie from seeing him as he gave him an apologetic smile.

"Uh, you'll meet him at school. He's actually on the basketball team, so, you'll be seeing a lot more of him." Wait, that didn't sound good or right. "We're actually supposed to be keeping our curtains closed from now on." He didn't want to tell Reggie the reason why they had to be closed was because he and Y/N had a private peepshow that was interrupted before anything could happen or show any skin.

Reggie nods. "I see. Can't wait to meet him."

Archie flashed him a fake smile and patted his shoulder as he left the room.

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"You had sex with Peter in a car last night? Do you realize how dirty and dangerous that is?" Tony asked Y/N. Seems he and Peter were getting more and more brave with their sexual escapades. Now, they were car fucking? They were honestly giving teenage Tony a run for his money.

Y/N rolled his eyes at that. Tony acts like he's never done worse than that when he was younger. He's probably done so much more in his youth than they are doing now. "Oh, relax. It was one of your cars and it was in the tower's garage."

"You had sex in one of my cars?!"

"I'd change the seats if I were you. They're still sticky."

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The avengers found a kid who was experimented on and is scared of people touching him while on a mission and the reader and kid gets close,so peter walks into the living room section of the compound to see his bf asleep on the couch with the little boy asleep on his chest + other avengers reaction

Y/N knew that Hydra was evil. They had experimented on himself, Wanda, Pietro, and Bucky Barnes, but he never expected the terrorist organization to go as low as they had. How during the blip, they had captured innocent little kids and experimented on them. On an Avengers' mission to permanently put this evil organization away for good, they had discovered a little boy who had been placed in a holding cell. He looked so sad and dirty and when Tony tried to pick him up, the Avengers and Y/N quickly discovered that he didn't like to be touched and that he had superpowers.

The whole building began to shake and Y/N had a sneaking suspicion that this little guy was responsible for it. Y/N tried to calm him down and held his hands where the little boy could see them as he coaxed him into coming with them back to New York and the Avengers Tower. The whole way back, Steve and the others discussed what to do with him. "I say we keep him." Y/N piped up.

The others looked at him like he was crazy. "Kid, you do realize that he can shake the earth right?" Tony asked.

"Yeah, and I know what it's like to be born with powers you can't control. Dangerous ones. This kid needs our help and I'll be damned if I let you turn him over to Fury, or to that school for gifted students run by that Professor Xavier guy."

"Okay, first of all, language." Steve said. "But Y/N's right. This kid needs our help and if anyone can help him it's us. I second his vote."

Soon everyone voted on what to do with the little boy and they agreed to keep him at the tower until they came up with another plan. They minded touching him as Y/N tried his best to get the young boy to trust him. He took it slowly in the weeks that followed, trying to use his own experience with Hydra to make friends with the boy. He would show him his own powers and tell how special he was and not just because he had powers of his own. Y/N had Tony go shopping for kid clothes and toys, trying to make him as comfortable as possible.

Slowly, but surely, Y/N got the young boy, who they named, Arno to let him touch him and allow him to try and establish a relationship with him. Almost like father and son. Peter found out about Arno in the weeks that followed, so it wasn't all that surprising to find his boyfriend in the living rooming section of the compound with Arno resting comfortably on his chest as Toy Story played on the TV.

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Their reaction to the Reader being a stripper: (all +18)

Warning: I'm not implying that stripping is 100% horrible, it has its downsides and there are good things that can come from this. I totally support strip clubs because for many it's one of the only ways to get money and some people actually enjoy it.

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Steve

He was shocked and a little curious, he never knew about this. You rarely talked about your past to anyone, which made everyone deeply curious, and Steve noticed some hints but never mention it. Afraid to be disrespecting you and being selfish. However after a multitude of missions, he concluded that there was a pattern in your way of talking, touching, walking and even maneuvering through many obstacles. It all felt very fluid and flirtatious. Like you were seducing without even trying.

Sure you were quite the assasin and master interrogator, capable of manipulating people with your own words, which was a whole new facade that you acquired to forget about your troubled past. But Steve saw through that. He saw a wonderful man, humorous and very knowledgeable. Over the time he worked with you, he couldn't lie to himself that he was falling for you. And you were too falling for him.

Bucky

I guess he was quicker to find out since he was one of your best friends. But he didn't judge you, he sympathized with your confession. You later explained yourself and informed him about the situations that led you to work there and he felt frustrated that that had happen to you.

Later he realized that the way you manage yourself through many spaces, your flexibility and fluidity was very apparent when you are beating the bad guys. Either way, Bucky started to think about you in a diferent light, a red light. He saw you in a more passionate and loving way, not to mention the dirty thoughts he had about you when you first showed him what you can do with a pole.

Thor

Initially he didn't care that much, he still loved you. He thought you enjoyed it, and in some parts sure, but when you revealed your detailed past and the insecurities that came with it, he lost it. He was sad for you and he made sure you knew...and i repeat...HE MADE SURE that you knew that you were the most amazing and majestic midgardian ever. He would always compliment you, even when there was no conversation or no context. He would always hold you and embrace you, he would treat you like you were his prince and he reminded you that he would trade his life for you. He did get mesmerized by your abilities when your first started making out and having sex, things that you did that drove him crazy, making him fall even deeper in love for you.

Peter P.

(After the NWH incident)

You two first saw eachother in the café where Mj works in. This time she wasn't here, so his focus wasn't on her. But his eyes were sat on a boy. He sat near you and gave you a quick glance before ordering. You surely made notice of his staring and you didn't really care, you were used to it. He noticed your posture and your facial details, the rosy cheeks and those plump lips, he couldnt stop looking at you. After many encounters you decided to initiate a conversation with him: "Dear boy, you know i can see you staring?" You said that with a boldness that made him a little intimidated. After this question you two seemed inseparable. Always meeting up and talking about many things except your lifes. He would invite you to his place to hangout, and after a few hours he told you everything since the beginning. You sympathized and above all felt connected. All he said seemed true to you, maybe you were biased because you adored him. Later that day, you brought him to the place you work at. He was above all suprised and incredibly curious and later you even gave him a private session. He loved it and right there you shared your first kiss.

Eddie + Venom

Eddie was having a horrible week and Venom noticed it. He decided to go to a bar, but Eddie rejected and Venom got a better idea. The symbiote decided that what he needed was to get laid or at least something to ease up his mind. They transformed into Venom, and jumped from building to building trying to find what Vee had in mind. A strip club.

After entering Eddie felt a little out of place, since most of the guys here were a little more formal but Venom told him to focus. Until both of them were gawking at your performance.

The way you swayed your body, the curves and the flexibility made both drooling. You noticed from the stage that you had quite the admirer, so after your presentation with many dollars and whistles being thrown at you, you quickly walked to Eddie. Even for them your walk was way to damn seductive for a man, your hips and your junk were prominent and incredibly hypnotizing.

You introduced yourself to him and he didn't respond right away, still processing and shying away but Venom slapped him mentally and he told his name. You then invited him for a private session. Let's just say you needed a week off from work after he invited you to his place.

Wade

He found out you once had worked with Xavier, but left because of his negligence and careless attitude towards your powers. From the records, you weren't a mind controller, but a love manipulator. Wade wanted to test that, and he tracked you walking to your place of work in a long black coat that really accentuated your figure. He was shocked but grinning in curiosity and maybe horniness. After he entered the building he saw you in the mainstage swaying your body, your ass hanging out and you on that pole that instantly gave him a huge boner. He let you end your performance, and he instantly followed you to through the halls of the strip club. Until you stopped. And turned back. "Sir, you cant be her-" he pushed you back into a room usually reserved for the richer, who wanted more than teasing. You were grunting and moaning in his mouth, which made him weirdly aroused. You look back at him and you see that he is under your control. "Sit! You... have been a very naughty boy" he quickly sat on his legs with his thighs spread open.

"YES! I have been a naughty bo...what?" Yep a love manipulator. Who would've thought about it. He couldn't really complain and afterwhile you two were having the most hot and passionate sex, and mid the experience he wasn't even under your spell. Good memories.

Sam

He didn't hate you for it, and understood the risks that you were accustomed to. He still finds it curious that someone who looks like a cinnamon roll, could be 1. A ex-Assassin 2. A former stripper.

You did mention once that you had taken a lot of dance classes and other activities regarding flexibility and resistance, but he never thought of it. He never correlated to the stripping. Either way, he is proud of the person you have become, even after all hardships you faced in that horrible and nasty work place. He still loves you, and as he simply put it: "the man of my dreams, and the beast i want in the sheets".

He said this so many times it got stuck in your mind, and you loved it. Sam was always helping you recover from those small unfortunate memories and you recovered rather easily with his help, that you were so grateful for. Oh and also after confessing your tragic past in the strip clubs, he cuddled you and complimented you non-stop.

Pietro

Initially he wanted to see you in a pole, waving your body to the music and seducing him. But after seeing your face and the well lit insecurities on your face, he was deeply guilty and sad. He didn't realize that you were miserable there. He quickly embraced you and started to compliment you overwhelmingly, to the point you had to shut him up by kissing his cheek. "I don't need compliments, only a listener...and maybe a cute boyfriend like yourself but im still thinking about it." He faked a gasp and looked offended before smothering you with kisses all over your face and neck. He called you pet names and in the next months he was always defending you and always by your side. But when you were recovering from those traumas, you did experiment pole dancing again but in a more calmer and romantic way, not so graphic and more fluid. You felt reinvigorated and Pietro was getting a little too aroused with your movements. That night, you were dancing on another pole.

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☾ - Spiderman/Peter Parker (tom) x male reader

☾ - sleep headcanon

Peter talks in his sleep; but never about nightmares.

“No! You;re outta.... bread..cheese. milk.... oh not the shopping!” You cover your mouth and try not to laugh; Peter had barely been at your study date for ten minutes before he’d fallen asleep; you’d decided to let him sleep; you knew how hard he was working.

Of course you knew he was Spiderman; he’d asked Dr. Strange; the Dr. Strange, you were still not going to get over that, to keep your memory. You let him sleep, making sure the fabric suit he kept at your place was carefully tucked in your closet; you were happy to let your family tease you about having a crush on spiderman; they had know idea he was usually sitting across from them at dinner.

“NO! Bruce noooooo you said i would have clothes for my.... no it’s a group project!” you laugh again and send the video to Bruce Banner, he responds with a sleeping emoji and then a laughing one.

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What Else Is There? (Bucky Barnes x Clark Kent x Male Reader)

Requested by @jayfeather965 for  A short fix on how Bucky and Clark help convince you that your worthy enough to be with them in a relationship despite being so boring and normal.

Bucky sometimes goes out to help Clark at those times that the villains get more rowdy than usual.

And since it's been so busy with that, they haven't been at home as often, and maybe that's what's felt so off the past week.

You get so much more into your own head when you're alone.

With them helping people, fighting together, you start to let your insecurities get the better of you.

Can two superheroes really be happy with you? No powers, no exciting past.

You wonder what you really bring to the table here. Even out of heroing - Clark has a pretty-well paying job as an award winning journalist, and Bucky gets a stipend from the Stark Foundation anyway, so even monetarily you don't contribute especially much.

Maybe they're just being nice, taking you in. Their beautiful bodies and incredible eyes and luscious hair.

Maybe they pity you, and they just don't know how to say they don't want you anymore.

Is it any wonder that when Clark flies him and Bucky home, they find you in a morose state?

Bucky instantly frowns sternly when you try to tell him nothing's wrong. He knows better.

Clark gently but firmly gathers you up into his arms, and his kind and patient face is the last straw.

You cry into his chest, feeling more like a burden than ever.

They share a glance at each other, both shocked that you could ever feel like they weren't happy with you.

Clark suddenly starts to chuckle and tilts your chin up so your eyes meet.

"Sunshine, I have to stop you right there. Now just how exactly do you think you're a burden to us? We literally gave you two of the most dangerous possible secrets for anyone to have! The location of the former Winter Soldier and the identity of Superman."

You frown. "And now you have to protect me because of it."

"No. We have to protect you because we love you, and because we're able to. I mean, I feel like I still haven't been able to make it up to you, uprooting your life and changing everything."

"Wait, what?" you ask him, confused.

"I told you I was born a space alien, that I can crush diamonds like they were chunks of sugar, and you still love me."

Bucky lets out a grunt. "I don't take well to people insulting the people I love. You think you're boring and normal? Well, you're not."

He clears his throat. And proceeds to list what he thinks is special about you and why. He's noticed things that have long since fell below your radar. Somehow he turns every little thing you can do into a comment on your character or personality. He makes the mundane seem special. Clark's eyes are sparkling.

Clark cuts in. "And what's more - you give us both normal lives. Do you know how special that is? I never really thought I'd be able to have a boyfriend that I can do things with, that doesn't mind my quirks, and the way all the noises can get to me sometimes."

"And not to mention you're providing me with a safe space. I still have bad days, but I... I feel safer here with you. I guess in my mind you feel like home. Like nothing can get to me. Because you're there and that means things are okay." Bucky adds sheepishly.

Clark smiles. "You say boring and normal like it's a bad thing. Do you know how long I had to take to come to terms with who I am? How many times I wished I could be normal?"

"And how much I sometimes wish my life hadn't been so exciting?" Bucky growls.

"It's normal, and okay to doubt yourself, sunshine." Clark says softly, pulling Bucky in so they both embrace you. "But I want you to promise me you'll tell me or Bucky when you feel like that again. Cause I guarantee you we both love you so much. When you feel bad, we feel bad too. You're our wonderful, boring, normal, fantastic, understanding, kind, irreplaceable boyfriend."

"I think, for good measure, I'm gonna cuddle you for the next few days." Bucky grins.

"Oh, be honest, you were gonna do that anyway." Clark teases him.

Bucky nods. "I was. Because I wanna spend time with my best guys." He gives you both a kiss.

Your doubts don't go away completely. Every so often your brain will do this little dance with you. But when Clark and Bucky stay, and when they keep staying, it becomes easier and easier to get rid of those doubts.

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Just Kickin' It | Clark Kent x Male Reader

Summary: You and Clark are both able to finally chill after not being able to for a while

Sorry if this is bad it's my first fic so I hope you enjoy!

CW: Fluff

It was early in the morning and you just woke up. There beside you was the most perfect man ever. Your boyfriend, Clark Kent. You woke up first of course and just rested your head on the chest of your lover. He woke up shortly after and gave you a soft kiss on your temple. "Good morning handsome," you said "Good morning sunshine," Clark said with a full-blown morning voice.

"What should we do today?" you asked Clark. "I'd love to just spend time with you" he replied. "I know things have been pretty busy lately at the Planet, and well you know Superman stuff. But I'd really like to make things up to you by giving you all of my attention". "Sounds like a plan, I'll make breakfast and well I guess we got the whole day to ourselves," you said. "Nah I got it, darling, like I said..." he continued "Today. Is. All. About. Me. Giving. You. My. Attention." He said to you in between kisses.

"Damn, since when was dudes from Smallville, Kansas so smooth?" you joked, Clark laughed "You must've known for a minute if I was able to land you." Damn, he's good. "Good point, also as much as I love this and I love you, I'm hungry as hell and cinnamon rolls sound like the move this morning," you said. Giving you one more kiss, Clark says "Oh really?" He gets out of bed, throws on a shirt, and heads into the kitchen followed by you shortly after. "So, Fresh Prince Reruns?" Clark asked. "You already know," you replied.

You missed days like this, where you and him could just kick it.

(I might add a part 2 to this!)