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#Also she likes having a dad but shhh she's in denial
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Akari sees Ingo babysitting the little Sneasels and decides to make Ingo a little #1 Dad mug out of wood as a joke. 
In a classic case of miscommunication, Ingo takes this to mean that Akari views him as a father figure now. And, naturally, he decides to take this role Very Seriously. Akari thinks he’s just leaning into the joke for a while but then he just. Never stops.
He outright calls Akari his daughter, all casually while in public, and Akari finally realizes that she accidentally got herself adopted.
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kyber-crystal · 4 years
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department of matchmaking || s.r
summary: in which you’re asked by aunt may to babysit peter while she’s away at a business conference & steve tags along. peter, being the innocent smol bean he is, tries to get you and the Captain together.
words: ~3.1k
warnings: none, just fluff & a little matchmaking spider-man :) and OH steve’s blue jacket heheh. tony’s your dad in this oop cant resist a stark child. shhh CW never happened bc i’m still in denial 
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Peter: Aunt May says she has a couple errands to run so she won't be back until later this afternoon. Can you pick me up? School just ended.
You: Of course!
Peter: Ned and I are planning on building the Lego Death Star tonight. I know you're a sucker for building stuff :)
You: You know me so well, kiddo. I'm definitely in. How could I miss out on our weekly date nights?
Peter: You're the best! See you soon
You: See you!
"Where are you going?"
"May's busy, so I gotta go pick Peter up from school," you explained to Steve as you slung your purse over your shoulder and grabbed the keys to your (Tony's) Audi, sliding your sunglasses on. "We're having one of our weekly Friday movie nights, and he and Ned just got a new Lego set that they want me to help construct. You wanna come along?"
"Sure, I don't mind."
You headed outside to the car together, sticking the keys into the ignition as Steve slid in next to you in the passenger's seat. "I hope you don't have anything else planned for the rest of tonight. We might be there for a while...I know we were gonna see that new action movie in theaters tomorrow. I'm sorry."
"Nope, no plans," he smiled, "I'm free for the rest of this weekend. As long as I get to spend time with you, it's okay."
You couldn't help but feel your heart flutter a bit at his words. 
But you quickly brushed the thought off, knowing the last thing you were supposed to do was fall for someone after you'd just gotten over a nasty breakup.
Soon enough, you pulled up in front of Midtown High School and saw Peter standing with Ned by the curb. You rolled the window down and called out to them. "Hey, boys. Need a ride?"
"My favorite Avenger! Hi!" Ned greeted as he and Peter got into the backseat, strapping their seatbelts on.
"Ouch, I'm offended," Steve placed a hand over his chest and pretended to look hurt. "I thought I was your favorite?"
"Captain America! It's an honor!" he exclaimed. "I've heard so much about you from Peter!"
"Oh, really? I hope he only told you good things?" the super-soldier chuckled.
"Yup!"
"So, how was school?" you glanced back at the two teenagers from the rearview mirror. "Anything interesting happen?"
"No, except they actually served something edible in the cafeteria for lunch today," Peter rolled his eyes. "Which is a first."
You sighed, placing your hand back on the wheel, "School food isn't the best thing ever."
"So uh, I have a question," Ned spoke up as you headed down the street, "are you and Y/N a...thing? ‘Cause I hear a lot of fans are speculating that the kickass agent and America’s golden boy are dating."
"What? No," you and Steve replied in unison, exchanging a knowing look before bursting into laughter. "No."
"Okay..."
It was mostly quiet for the rest of the car ride back to the apartment. Peter pulled out the keys from his jacket pocket and slid it in the lock, pushing the door open and gesturing for the rest of you to come inside.
"So," he breathed out, setting his backpack down by the front door and dusting his hands off. You sat around the sofa together, glancing at the massive Lego set on the coffee table. "Here it is, in all its glory."
"How many pieces is this?" Steve questioned, looking at it in shock.
"Almost 4000."
A buzzing sound from his phone made Peter look down, swiping a few times before unlocking it and scanning over the new notification.
"May has an overnight business conference and she won't be back until tomorrow evening. She wants you to babysit," he explained as he looked up at you.
"Fine by me," you shrugged. "Cap?"
"Sure, why not."
"But I'm 15 and 8 months! I'm not a baby."
"Well, kiddo, I'm 28 and Tony treats me like a baby even though I’m not a baby anymore. Steve's going on 32, and acts like he's 12."
"I do not!"
"Yes, you do."
"I do not!"
"Yes, you do."
"Arguing like a married couple," Peter coughed, and Ned wiggled his eyebrows up and down. "Cute."
"For the last time, we're not a thing," you let out an exasperated sigh, but felt a blush creep up your cheeks as you spoke.
Two hours later you were a little over halfway done with building the Death Star, and fatigue was beginning to catch up with you after you neglected your sleep schedule and pulled three all-nighters in a row bingeing Netflix with Sam.
You let out a yawn as you flipped through the instructions pamphlet, stretching your arms up in the air.
"You tired?" Steve asked. You were too tired to respond, simply leaning into him and closing your eyes.
"You can take her to the guest room. Straight down the hall, then turn right," Peter said as he noticed you'd now fallen asleep on him. "We can continue this after dinner."
Steve scooped you up into his strong arms and carried you down the hall, pushing the door to the guest room open with one hand before carefully setting you down on the bed, tucking you in.
"Sleep tight," he whispered, a ghost of a smile on his face as he leaned down to kiss your forehead and left.
"Ahem. Now that she's gone," Ned cleared his throat, "time to plan on how we're supposed to get our OTP together!"
"Ned, really-"
"You should ask her out, Cap. I see the way you look at her," Peter raised an eyebrow at him, "I mean, it's clear to everyone how you feel about her, and the way she feels about you. Sam sees it, Mr. Stark sees it, heck, I think May has her suspicions as well because she wouldn't stop talking about how great of a couple you two would be over dinner last night-"
"Look, Peter, I don't think she's ready for a relationship."
"Why not?"
"She just broke up with her boyfriend two months ago. I doubt she'd be willing to date again."
"But you're her best friend! You're literally the perfect man for her!"
"It doesn't matter. I'm not taking advantage of someone when they're vulnerable. That isn't right."
He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest and kicking his feet up against the coffee table, tossing a spare Lego piece up and down in one hand. "Yeah, I totally believe the great Captain America isn't in love with the great Y/N."
"She's my friend. A teammate."
"Friends with benefits!" Ned chimed in. Steve made a face at this. "No, not like that. I mean that as in, you guys do all the things that regular couples do, except you're not officially a couple. And I think that's big enough of an indication that you should get together for real."
"I'm just waiting for the right time."
"AHA!" both boys shouted. "So you are in love with her!"
"Keep it down!" he scolded. "She's asleep!"
"You didn't deny it this time..."
"Fine, whatever. What do you guys want for dinner? I'll go pick it up."
"Pizza."
"If Y/N asks where I am, just tell her I went to go get the food."
"Okay."
As soon as the door shut behind Steve, Peter and Ned's heads immediately whipped over and they faced each other, exchanging evil grins.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Ned practically squealed.
"Yeah, I'm thinking what you're thinking!"
"Romantic dinner and movie night setup!" both boys whooped and hollered.
"I'll light the candles and get the napkins. May always keeps a stock of scented ones when Y/N comes over because she loves the smell of cherry blossoms."
"...I'll grab the rose petals and tablecloth."
"Rose petals?"
"Mind if I tear apart the flower on your desk?"
"Yeah, yeah, go ahead. Also, the regular tall candles are in the cabinet below the sink in the bathroom."
"Yessir."
Twenty minutes later, Steve came back with the pizza in hand, setting the keys on the counter and closing the door, stopping dead in his tracks as he observed the scene before him.
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"What is going on?"
"We set up a date night for you two because we know you've been working hard this past week and deserved to relax," Peter explained happily. "So, here you go!"
"Peter," Steve sighed, rubbing his forehead, "I appreciate your effort, but Y/N isn't ready for a relationship and neither one of us has feelings for the other."
"But you guys deserve a break! After working nonstop you should at least rest or something."
"Alright, alright. I'll go get Y/N. You guys set the pizza on the plates for everyone, okay?"
"Got it."
You yawned and rubbed your eyes, then stretched your arms up into the air, skidding to a halt as you observed the sight before you.
“Wh...what’s going on?”
Peter and Ned grinned from where they sat on the couch, paper plates on their laps. “We thought you deserved a nice break, so we set up a little something for you guys!”
“A romantic dinner? Why...”
"It looks pretty and gives off a relaxing mood. Why else?” Peter laughed nervously. “Now eat!”
“Okay...” you started growing suspicious, but didn’t question it, “alright, then.”
You fell into an awkward silence after that, aside from the occasional sound of silverware clinking against plates and drink glasses being set back down on the table. The atmosphere felt heavier than before and you couldn’t help but wonder what it was. 
“So, uh...how have you been holding up?” Steve asked you tentatively. He knew the topic of your ex-boyfriend was still that of a rather sensitive one - you’d come storming through the elevator doors and gulped down half a bottle of vodka (you never drank, so this had everyone genuinely worried), before heading upstairs and taking a forty-five minute shower, then afterwards, proceeded to lock yourself in your room for the rest of the afternoon. 
When you wouldn’t come down for dinner, he had to carry up your food to you and when you refused to eat, he was the one to force-feed you. When you suddenly broke down sobbing when he asked you if you were alright, he was the one who held you in your arms. He was the one who got you out of bed to bring you downstairs for some fresh air and to interact with the others, and not once during the time he was having to take care of you for, did he question any of your behavior. You were hurting and that was all that mattered. If you were hurting, he was hurting, too.
“It’s been a rough eight weeks...” you sighed, rubbing your forehead with one hand as you took a sip of wine. “Could be better, but...I’m alright. I just wish I could’ve seen that coming from the moment I went on that blind date with him.”
“What do you mean?” Steve was confused - you’d never mentioned any details of your relationship, you were a very private person, for that matter. You rarely ever opened up to anyone. “I thought you were...”
“Happy? Hell no, I don’t even know why I stayed,” you scoffed as you took another swing of your drink. “It was so easy to fall into a routine. There was this gaping hole in my heart, and...I needed it to be filled somehow. Then Agent Williams comes along, a seemingly perfect new SHIELD recruit, almost everything a girl could possibly want in a man standing right in front of me...how could I not fall for his façade? I didn’t realize it was doomed from the start until about a week into the relationship...but I held my tongue. I knew if I dared to speak up against him, he’d somehow manage to use my words against me, twist everything I said into a whole new lie...he manipulated me, day after day...yet I still didn’t leave because I genuinely believed he’d change. 
“But I was wrong. I was naïve, I stayed because I was so desperate to experience true happiness that I went as far as to stay with someone I knew would do a number on my mental health in the long run. I shouldn’t have been surprised when I walked into HQs one day to drop stuff of for Coulson, to see Williams on top of someone else...in the gym. In the gym...of all places. I only didn’t blast him because I didn’t want to destroy Fury’s property. So I slapped him and left. That’s it. This whole...fling, or whatever the hell you want to call this shitty relationship, lasted only twenty-six days before everything fell apart. God, I’m so stupid - I should’ve known. I was so stupid, I’m such a horrible person for doing what-”
Steve felt his blood boil with anger. Williams had cheated on you - that’s why you’d broken up. All this time he’d been thinking that you simply fell out of love, or maybe ended it on friendlier terms - when in fact, it was anything but.
Nobody deserved to be treated this way, especially you. I could treat you much better, he thought to himself.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he said softly, reaching a hand up to wipe the stray tears that fell from your eyes. Instead of letting his hand fall back at his side right away, he let it linger there for a moment, gently stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. The feeling sent electricity up his fingers. “It’s not your fault. You’re not a bad person...he is.”
“Shit, I think our plan’s backfiring,” Peter hissed into Ned’s ear as they watched the scene unfold from the couch. “What the fuck, Ned!”
“Shh! Hold on, they’re having a really deep conversation. Let them be for a second.”
“I was stupid enough to stay, when he was giving off all the wrong signs...I should’ve listened to Tony and Nat. They knew. They knew from the moment we first got together, but I didn’t listen...”
“It’s okay. You didn’t know any better,” he reassured you, absentmindedly taking your hand in his and rubbing circles across your palm, “you just wanted to be happy. To experience that feeling that came along with being in a relationship. Frankly, I think I would’ve done the same thing.”
“And what makes me feel even worse,” your voice caught in your throat as you spoke, “...were my true intentions of staying. I wanted to be happy, I really did. But I realized I’d never achieve that with someone like him...in a way, I was using him too, I guess. Not for my personal gain or anything, not to boost my social status, like he did...he always made a point of walking around and declaring that he had an Avenger girlfriend. But...”
“But what?”
“I knew if I was in a relationship with someone, that’d prevent me from thinking about being with anyone else. Well...that plan failed...horribly.”
“...What are you saying?”
“Of course, I didn’t figure that out until not long ago...but yeah. The heart wants what it wants...and it didn’t want him.”
“Then who was it?”
Your gaze flickered down to your now-intertwined fingers. You hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “...I think you know who it is, Steve.”
“See!” Ned kicked Peter in the shin as he was in the middle of finishing off his second slice, and he winced. “It’s getting saucy!”
“Ow!” 
“I think we both know,” Steve murmured. 
You let out a sound that was a cross between a laugh and a sob. “I don’t know why I tried pursuing a relationship that wouldn’t fulfill me in the long run. I should’ve known it was you all along, huh? You know me like the back of your hand. For Odin’s sake, you remembered every detail of my SHIELD file, my favorite color, my exact birth date, everything there is to know about me. It’s always been you-”
“...It broke my heart to see you with someone who wasn’t me,” he said quietly.
“Then why didn’t you say anything?”
“I didn’t want you to feel like I was meddling in your love life. I know you hate it when people do that.”
“Steve-”
“I knew you weren’t as happy as you let on. I shouldn’t have stayed silent...I should’ve at least said something. I was terrified to speak up, thinking that you wouldn’t reciprocate my feelings-”
“You...you what?”
“Yeah,” he chuckled lightly, “I’m in love with you.”
Peter let out a squeak. Ned chucked a pillow at him, a giddy look on his face.
“Good news,” you laughed, “because I’m in love with you too.”
“FINALLY!” Ned whooped, unable to contain his excitement for any longer. He and Peter exchanged a fist-bump. “FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY! I can’t believe our ship finally sailed! Though I gotta be honest, I had no idea pizza could bring out people’s true feelings like that.”
“We’re geniuses!” Peter squealed, pulling out his phone.. “Oh, wait until Mr. Stark hears about this!”
Your eyes widened in realization. “Peter, don’t you dare c-”
Too late. A buzzing sound came from your phone, alerting you of a new notification, and you unlocked it to see a text from your father. 
Mr. Stank😡: Took you long enough, honey. I expect a grandchild soon.
Mr. Stank😡: But I’m gonna be honest, I wouldn’t want any other man for you than Capsicle himself.
You let out a loud groan, shoving your phone back into your purse. “Oh, come on.”
A buzzing sound came from Steve’s phone as well, and he took it out of his pocket to take a look. 
Stark: You better not knock her up until after you get married and then leave. I learned that lesson too late. I’m being serious when I’m telling you to treat her right - she hasn’t been the same since her mother walked out all those years ago. You make her happy, though, so I won’t try to intervene.
Stark: But if you hurt her in any way, I’ll break your face. Capiche?
Steve: ...Capiche.
“Ooh! I just got a promotion for telling him about you guys!” Peter clasped his hands together. “I’m joining you on your next group mission!”
“That’s great, Peter!” you congratulated, “but...why would he give you a promotion for...this?”
“Because he’s been waiting for this to happen for the longest time! Oh and also, your food’s getting cold.”
“We could just reheat it. Or...if you guys are still hungry, do you want to go to Olive Garden?” Steve looked over at the two teenage boys. 
“YES.”
“Y/N, what about you?”
“It’s a date,” you winked. You let out a small laugh upon seeing his cheeks flush red.
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whitecatindisguise · 4 years
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He Will Pay
Woah, crazy me! Two chapters in one day! Who does that?
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WARNING: near-to-death experience, panic attack, swearing
Chapter 6
Something was clearly wrong. He couldn’t put a finger on it, but he could FEEL something was not the way it should be.
It was dark, he could see it even though his eyes were closed. There was no light falling to his face. He shivered and tried to go back to sleep, but something was stopping him.
He heard quiet footsteps approaching his bed. Deciding it being Eugene, he opened his eyes to see, what the man was doing in his room so late at night.
His baby blue eyes met green and he startled. He opened his mouth to cry for help, but a strong hand closed on it, muffling the sound.
“Not a peep.” Andrew hissed, his face merely inches from Varian’s. He stared in terror at the deformed Saporian, face covered in scars, bruises and limos. If it wasn’t for the eyes and the voice, the alchemist wouldn’t even recognise the male.
He wanted to fight the man, to call for help. He needed someone to come and save him. But his body seemed frozen in terror, not willing to obey.
His mind whirled as he tried to make heads and tails of the situation. How was Andrew even here? From what Eugene told him, he was badly injured. And, it’s impossible they kept him in the castle without some guards.
Andrew seemed to understand the unspoken questions and smirked, looking down at the terrified boy.
“Wondering, how can it be I am here, are you?” he asked grinning evilly. “Wasn’t easy, but I managed to take care of the guards they put over me. I knew they wouldn’t be so stupid and put you in the medical wing, since I was there. So I figured they probably gave you one of the guest rooms. After that, it was easy. Simply find the door with guards in front of them.”
If Varian was shocked by the detailed answer, he didn’t show it. His eyes still wide with fear and body frozen, he couldn’t do much except quickening his breathing.
“Seems to me, like we’ve stalled long enough, traitor” the male spoke, something metallic glinting in his other hand.
The alchemist gazed that way and noticed a small dagger. His breath quickened even more, eyes almost falling out with how wide-open they were. He willed his body to move, to do anything, but it was as if he was a puppet with cut-out strings. Limp and vulnerable.
“This will probably earn me a death sentence, but don’t worry.” Andrew lifted his armed hand and positioned the blade over Varian’s body. “I’ll have all the time in the underworld to make you pay for what you’ve done.”
Varian’s vision blurred as the tears started to fall from his eyes. Was that it? This is how he would die? Earning just a few hours of comfort and safety, for all of that to be taken away so quickly?
“See you in hell!” the Saporian cried triumphantly as he pushed his hand down, the dagger sinking into the boy’s chest. The alchemist’s body exploded with pain and in a spur of a moment he managed to pry off the hand from his mouth.
He screamed.
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He was screaming and trashing, darkness surrounding him from all directions. His chest burned, his stomach burned, his arms, shoulders... his whole body seemed to be on fire.
Someone rushed to his side, strong arms finding a way to his shoulders. He cried out and shook them off, head held in his hands, eyes clenched. He kept shouting, mumbling, pleading for everything to stop. Stop hurting him, stop torturing him, stop everything.
Arms again held him and he trashed even more. He didn’t even know were they the same arms as before or different. The person holding him didn’t pay attention to his cries, pulling him closer and into a strong hug.
He cried more, begging for them to let him go, leave him alone. They didn’t listen, instead slowly deepening the hug to give him less opportunity to escape. He panicked, trashing even more, remembering Andrew pushing him against the wall, a vial in his hand. He remembered him pushing his hand onto his mouth, a dagger slicing into his chest.
One of the hands around him moved, rubbing small circles on his back. Someone was speaking softly, but his clouded mind couldn’t comprehend the words.
Slowly, the panic subsided, as the person kept rubbing small circles on his back. His breath slowed down and he started to be more aware of his surrounding. The person kept on talking, words of reassurance bringing comfort. The voice seemed familiar, but his mind couldn’t connect it to any face.
Their shirt smelled of apples, fur and various chemicals, all of which seemed familiar. He focused on that scent, as his breath started to even. He took notice of a large frame, holding him securely in his arms. Then it clicked.
“Dad...” he whispered, his own arms lifting and grabbing for the back of his father’s shirt. He snuggled closer, eyes watering.
“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m here.” His father whispered, his hand still massaging his back. “I won’t let him hurt you. Not anymore.”
The dam broke and he cried into the man’s chest, large tears sinking into the material. His father didn’t mind, holding him close and speaking softly. You’re okay. You’re safe.
He cried until there were no more tears. Even then, Varian didn’t let go of his father’s embrace, and neither did he. After some time, his father gently unwrapped his arms but didn’t move away from where he was sitting at the side of his bed.
“Sorry...” the boy mumbled, his bangs covering his eyes.
“What are you sorry for, kid? For that dick being a dick he is?” a sharp but familiar voice cut in and he looked up. Hector was standing not far away from his bed, Adira right beside him. Both of them looked angry, but he knew it wasn’t at him.
“Hector-” His father said warningly, but the man paid him no mind.
“What? I only say what is true.” he replied, irritation in his voice. “If those bucket-heads didn’t stop me, I would have kill the sorry excuse of the man. Then I’d burn the body and spread the ashes, so we’d never had to see him again.”
At the mention of the kill, Varian’s mind produced the picture of Andrew, arm with the dagger shooting towards his chest. His breath hitched and he felt panic overtake him once again.
His father was at him immediately, hands wrapping protectively around him and quietly soothing. It took shorter than the last time to calm him down, however, to which Varian was grateful.
“No talking about that near him.” Quirin sent and angry glare towards the dark-haired man. Hector’s shoulders slumped as his gaze fell on the trembling form of his nephew.
He sighed and came closer, reaching out his hand but never touching him. He let his arm fall limply back to his side, his eyes full of hurt.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” he said and Varian knew it was meant for him.
“It’s okay...” he mumbled against his father’s chest but Hector shook his head in denial.
“No, it’s not. You’re hurt. HE hurt you.” the man said and the boy shivered at the mention of Andrew. “Not only physically, but also mentally.”
“Nobody expects you to be okay” he heard a female voice and Adira stepped closer, her face void of emotions he somehow knew were boiling inside. “What he did is unforgivable and I would gladly end his life, if you’d want me to.”
Varian’s eyes widened in terror and he tensed. Adira looked at him and took a deep breath.
“But I won’t do it.” she reassured. “Not because he’s not worth it, but because it breaks my heart to see you like that.” a small sinister smile crept up her lips before she continued. “And, it would be a much better punishment for him to live knowing, it was your decision that saved him.”
Varian stared mouth agape at the woman. It felt like forever but he felt himself smile a little. He couldn’t contain a quiet chuckle that escaped his mouth. He saw his father smiling and Hector grinning wildly.
“It would kill him if anyone were to know.” he added when the chuckle subsided.
“Well, then we can’t have that happen, now can we?” Hector said and they all laughed. He felt his father put a calming hand on his shoulder and he looked up to him.
“Son, whatever’s going to happen, I’ll be there with you” he said. “We all will” he added, looking back at the others. They both nodded in response.
“Thanks Dad, Uncle Hector, Aunt Adira.” he said with a smile on his lips. The man and woman stood frozen. It was the first time he referred to them as such.
“Oh, fuck it. Give me a hug, nephew!” Hector said with a large grin and closed him in a bear-hug before he could even oppose. He didn’t pay attention to his father’s “no swearing!” shouts or cries of protest as he was pulled into a group hug, along with Adira.
Yes, whatever’s going to happen, Varian was ready.
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So, we’re almost at the end. The next chapter will be an epilogue to the story. Thank you for keeping up with me and see you next time.
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tonystarkissist · 4 years
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Do you have any other fun stories about your Boss??
Boy, do I?? I didn’t think anyone was even paying attention to that lol! Yes, I’ve got plenty more to share. This one actually happened today and it’s kinda long and it’s not as exciting but Oh well.
So, as all you nerds out there probably know, tomorrow is pi day! So as an honorary nerd, I’m throwing a pi day party for me and my nerd friends and they’re families... and I also invited my Boss and his wife.
Now, a little background on my Boss so you can have the full scope! He’s a complete and utter nerd in denial (but that’s another whole story in itself) and I constantly tell him so! Anyway, In an effort to appear cool and not nerdy, he constantly calls me and my coworkers “NERDS” when he overhears us talking about marvel, Star Wars, or even Disney! (And this is coming from the guy who watches documentaries for fun) So it went about as good as you’d expect when I gave him his invitation!
Boss: What is this NERD stuff—
But I quickly cut him off with a “Shhh!” and explained that he was the only one from the office that I was inviting and I didn’t want to cause a huge problem since all of us in the office are real close.
So he grinned kinda sheepish like and thanked me real nicely and walks back towards his office... which just happens to pass by Boss2’s desk. At first I felt relieved for escaping another one of his teasing monologues. But, of course, I was mistaken. Just as he passed Boss2’s desk, he held the invitation in the air and bellowed real loud
“Look at this NERD stuff”
And he looked back at me so smug I couldn’t help but roll my eyes...
Now, it’s been a week since then and I haven’t heard the end of it. I’ve been pretty sure he’s secretly super excited for the party though. And my suspicions were confirmed today...
I got this message early this morning before work
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And I was just like, okay... he’s probably just checking in to make sure. But THEN I talked to his wife (we’re real tight) today when she came in during my lunch break (she was visiting the bakery next door and came to say hi). I’ll call her Boss Lady.
So, me and Boss Lady got to talking about the corona virus and how she’s dreading going to the store later and then she brings up the Boss.
Boss Lady: Yknow [Boss] was asking my this morning if you’ve told me anything about the party being cancelled. He was going on and on about you maybe not having the party. I told him to text you and ask so he’d stop freaking out.
Me: Oh yeah, he texted me this morning. It’s still on
Boss Lady: Oh good, I didn’t need him moping around for the rest of the month.
Me: Ha! He’s a total nerd in denial! I knew he was excited about the party!
Boss Lady laughs: Oh yes. He’s really excited! He came home so happy when you gave him the invitation. I haven’t heard the end of it since
My Boss-Dad is a huge NERD!!
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yellowdistress · 5 years
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I was wondering if you could write a short story of peter and Tony, after peter has accidentally killed his first person, maybe in the What We Are verse
THIS ONE GOT SO BURIED! I think it was because I looked at it and thought ‘that’s angsty gotta save it for when I have an appropriate amount of time’ and then I just kept forgetting about it. So sorry this one is so late, I’m starting from the bottom now to get the older ones answered.
Anyway, this is angst, so here we go. Sad Peter ensues. I’m not sure where to fit this ‘canonically’ in the verse, because I wanted it before Infinity War, but it was never mentioned in it Hurts to Become cause obviously it’s a prompt. I think I’m thinking too hard about this…haha, but can we consider this outside of canon What We Are? Because I feel if something this traumatic happened it would’ve come up again. So yeah, it’s What We Are verse, but after this little drabble it’s gonna disappear from ‘canon’ What We Are just cause I think it’d be unrealistic for it not to have been mentioned in It Hurts to Become.
It made sense for the world to smell like vomit and cigarettes on New Years.
New York often flourished in it on that holiday in particular. Strong vomit, caked in alcohol and pretzels, peanuts, party hats and the inhalation of fireworks and camel smokes. Peter’s nose was burning, he felt fried right at the top of his brain, staring into the sky where it had begun to rain cold needles into his skin. It wasn’t quite cold enough to snow, but it was icing over where it puddled underneath his horizontal body. His chest heaved, and blood filled his nose, tasting like pennies in the back of his throat.
Peter wasn’t supposed to be out.
He had told his dad he was going to spend New Years with Ned and Ned’s mother. But he had slipped on the suit, had told himself patrolling would only be an hour or two to avoid his father realizing the suit was in use. He probably wouldn’t be checking, he had taken the opportunity of an empty house to take Pepper out to some party, even though he swore he had aged too much for such things. It made the sneaking out easier…New Years was one of the biggest nights of crime in the entire year. People were being robbed, assaulted, stumbling home drunk. Peter had felt he had to go out, despite the fact his dad had forbidden it because it was ‘dangerous’. 
Now Peter supposed he was right.
It had started with a guy mugging someone in an alley. Kicking repeatedly, bloody, until the guy lay limp in the vomit smell on the ground, and Peter had jumped down, had intervened, but the guy had hit him with a pipe…Then there had been hands on his throat, then Peter had grabbed the pipe…and then the rest was relatively blurry. But he knew his nose and head were gushing…and the man beside him wasn’t moving. 
Peter hadn’t meant to hit him so hard, he really hadn’t.
“ - eter? Peter?”
The boy groaned, mind whirling. No stars to sink into above him, only water pooling. Peter sucked in, more blood slipping down his throat and into him. He rolled over in response to Karen’s voice, lifting the bottom of the mask to spit the blood onto the concrete. He replied hoarsely, “Yeah?”
“Peter, you’re injured.”
No shit.
“The laceration on your skull will more than likely need to be sutured,” Karen continued, and she sounded too loud in Peter’s ears, bouncing around, then out again, “Also, your nose needs to be set. I’m contacting your father - “
“No,” Peter snapped, sitting up and holding his ribcage, “No, don’t call him…Karen.”
Karen was silent, then, “I’m programmed to call your father whenever you receive an injury, despite your protests.”
“Do not call Dad,” Peter argued, “Alright? I’m fine, I’m getting up now…”
His voice trailed off when he looked at the man beside him. The man with the discarded pipe just a few inches away from his bloody forehead. Peter blinked, over and over again, trying to get his eyes to adjust, but he felt more confused than anything…Concussion. Definitely concussion…He couldn’t put one thought in front of the other. Peter tried to expand his chest…To open to air, but there was something stopping him and the world felt like it was imploding.
The guy was…definitely not moving.
Peter moved to his knees beside the guy who had attacked him…The guy he had smacked with a pipe. It appeared the victim from earlier had run off, because he was gone from the alleyway. Peter loomed over the figure, slowly reaching out and pressing his fingers to the guy’s neck. When he felt nothing, a shrill horror clung on and Peter spoke shakily, “K-Karen - Karen…is he…Oh God, is he…”
“He appears to be deceased,” Karen replied, clinically, “My scanners indicate a skull fracture consistent with your counter attack to escape his choke hold.”
The smell of vomit disappeared. Vomit and alcohol and pretzels and instead, it was replaced with just the smell of his blood in his nose. Peter fell back off his knees, onto his bottom, holding his hands out in front of himself. They weren’t red…not like the inside of his mask from his gushing head. But he almost expected them to be. A sense of drowning overcame him, and Peter tried to take in a deep breath, but it was difficult…Like his lungs had never learned. Peter supposed…well, he supposed at some point, he was bound to accidentally hurt someone. That was why his father was always so strict about him using his strength. And there were the repercussions, right in front of him. Repercussions for his actions. A dead person…
“Peter, you’re having a panic attack.”
But it didn’t compute - nothing was computing - not the lifeless corpse, not his inability to breathe, not the brokenness clinging into his joints as he grabbed both sides of his head in desperation to escape. To get out of his body. Peter barely heard Karen say she was contacting his father when he pressed the spider on his suit and freed himself from the cocoon. Ever since the ferry boat incident, he had begun to wear clothing under the suit. Just to avoid such a walk of shame again, but he was still exposed in his sweats and t-shirt, barefoot as he started to scale the wall behind him, ripping the mask off and dropping it.
In retrospect, it was unwise was abandon his suit in the alley with the dead man, but it was the only way to get away. From what he wasn’t sure. His father? Karen? The body? There were people cheering in the distance as Peter ran over the rooftop, pebbles digging into his toes. He wasn’t sure how far he ran as the rain continued to pelt him. But he could hear people counting down…
8…
7…
6…
5…
4…
3…
2…
1!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Fireworks bombarded him and Peter ducked under a ledge, flashing lights parading in the sky as he curled into himself, trying to hide from the cold water. He wasn’t bleeding anymore, his hands were clean, but he felt like there was something clotting under his nails. Like an existence he had stolen from the dead man in the alley. The dead man he had murdered. Peter dropped to his side, hugging everything close to him as he shut his eyes and shivered…trying to block the sounds of war - but celebration and he could have wailed.
Peter supposed he should have known his father would find him.
His father always found him.
There were no coherent thoughts, until Peter was cracking open his eyelids, and he found himself in his own bed…Not on some roof on New Years, with screaming below him, with blood on his face, though his nose did hurt. Everything was in a heavy haze, like when he had been bitten, and the fever had went through the roof, leaving him incapacitated for so long - 
“Yeah kid…A fever.”
Oh…he must have talked.
Peter blinked, it felt like the movies with the blur at the edges of the screen. His father was there, standing above him, and Peter felt himself, he felt he was wrapped in a warm blanket. A calloused hand rubbed the side of his face and his dad went on, but he sounded like he was under water, “…almost froze to death.”
Which Peter deserved, but his father would never be able to see that. Peter swallowed, throat bobbing, and he wanted to say it, but it wouldn’t come. However, nonsense formed, and he whispered, “…the man…”
“Shhh,” His dad hushed, “We’re not talking about that right now.”
“It was an accident.”
“I know,” His dad said, “I know…I’m handling it.”
Handling it. It didn’t need to be handled. The hand continued to stroke his face, and Peter felt the fever taking hold again. His eyes burned, “I’m so sorry.”
“I’m handling it,” His dad repeated.
Peter tried to wet his lips…
“Am I…am I goin’ to jail?”
He watched as his father was standing, but suddenly he was sitting on the edge of the bed, as if Peter had blinked and he had teleported. Peter must have been so, so out of it…because it felt hard to see. His dad shook his head, “You’re not going to jail.”
“I deserve to go,” Peter felt warm tears, and he didn’t know why he was crying, because he couldn’t feel much under the clamminess of the fever, “I deserve…to get hurt or something.” 
“Hey,” His dad’s voice lost all softness, and it was replaced by a vehement denial, “Don’t start that. That guy was trying to kill you. You did what you had to do.”
Peter could hear under his father’s voice…the dare to argue. But Peter didn’t have the energy and the haze was spreading fast. Peter’s eyes pleaded to close, so he closed them…murmuring, more off topic than anything, but it was the only coherent thought he could muster…
“I hit ‘em…I hit ‘em too hard…you always say to be careful but I wasn’t.”
He felt chapped lips press to his forehead, then, “Bullshit. You saved yourself.”
Murder didn’t feel like saving.
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Your parents tried to have children for years… They were desperate to conceive a child, almost gave up on the idea, until finally your mother got pregnant with you. Fragile child, born underweight and prematurely. You were the light of their eyes. Now you were a teenager and still treated you as if you were going to get broken. Homeschooled and trapped in your house. You didn’t need anything from the outside world.
Nothing. Until you saw the postman one day.
Angst/Fluff/Smut
Lay x reader
Masterlist
< Part 5 - Part 7 >
Summary: You weren’t going to let anyone separate you from Yixing. If he wasn’t allowed to visit... maybe you should.
As you father was back from his business trip he was informed of the news. He didn’t believe it. None of it, but it was still very fresh. Also the silent treatment you give your parents was killing him. He had to let Marie calm down to be able to think this one through.
It was Yixing who took the initiative because the silence was worrying him, also your phone was switched off all the time, most probably your mom took it making sure no contact will be made from his side.
“I am here to meet Moon Changwook” he announced to the receptionist at the front desk.
Yixing was there in the corporation, looking flawless. His suit and his hair giving away that he was as rich and as important as any of the people who would come and visit Moon Changwook.
“Do you have an appointment?”
“No I don’t, I don’t need one”
“Excuse me?” said the receptionist almost scoffing.
“I am his daughter’s fiancee” he stated arrogantly leaning on the counter “I suggest you announce me if you don’t want to upset him”
“Absolutely” said the receptionist swallowing wanting to rewind the last 3 minutes.
Yixing fixed his tie really proud of this scene his just did. Who knew that Baekhyun’s advises would come in handy like this. Of course he had to filter the advise adding bits of what Junmyeon advised him.
“Just go there and act like the shit you are hyung. ___ loves you so you’ve got Moon Changwook caught by the balls” 
“I mean Baekhyun isn’t all wrong. Just calmly, expose his wife and don’t let anyone take ___ from you. Good luck Yixing”
Yes, they were precious advises. And here he was walking behind the secretary that came to collect him from the front desk after your father was advised of Yixing’s visit. 
She knocked the door on your dad’s office door letting Yixing in, he walked standing in front of his desk bowing a 90º bow.
“Sit down Yixing. Thanks Haru” his secretary closed the door.
Yixing sat down, his confidence dying as he didn’t know where to start. It’s been 3 days and 3 nights since the incident.
“I knew sooner or later you would come. I take it you went to your lectures today?”
“Yes abeoji”
“Abeoji? Wow, now you address me like that? When it’s not even needed anymore?”
“I didn’t do anything. I was framed. Nothing that happened that day is true”
“Are you calling my wife a liar?”
“With all due respect sajang-nim. Whatever she’s told you it’s not true” he reiterated politely.
Your father held his head with with hands leaning his elbows on the desk sighing deeply. It stung Yixing to see him this weak. He knew Moon Changwook was one of the most powerful and feared men in the country. He was capable to deport him if he wished. But now he was weak...
“I know. I know it’s not true, what it’s bothering me is your friend and the scene he caused in front of my ___. Do you not not feel any remorse? Are you just this obnoxious? Is this how you plan to take care of her?”
That was something that didn’t cross Yixing’s mind.
“Sajang-nim, I didn’t know that something like this was going to happen, Baekhyun is not like this usually. He was trying to help me and things got out of hand”
“That is something that also worries me. Marie... I never knew she would go that far to get rid of you”
“I- sajang-nim, I am really sorry, I don’t know...”
“Don’t apologise Yixing, maybe all this was a bad idea. We should maybe take a break, some time to think?”
“You want me out of ___’s life?”
“No! No no no, I mean just a little break. You will keep going to your university and don’t fail me Yixing”
“I don’t want to. If it’s not with ___ what does it matter? I gave up on being a doctor long time ago. I am doing it for her now, and if she ain’t with me I don’t want it. I’ll go back to delivering the post, at least I’ll get to see her because I am not planning on stop seeing her” 
Yixing stood up to leave.
“Wait son! I didn’t say anything about breaking up the commitment. I just... this is not benefiting ___ at all right now. But I like that you aren’t giving up on her”
“I will never leave ___ sajang-nim”
“Just give me time. I need to smooth things up with Marie. Give me a week”
“I can’t see ___ for a week, I didn’t see her for the past 3 days, that will be a total of 10 days!”
“Wow son, you really like her?”
“I love her”
*****
"When are you going to kick that filthy rat from the university?”
“I am not going to Marie, you and I know you made everything up”
“What? No I didn’t”
“Well where is the ring you never take off? Did you pay her with that ring? Is that how much Yixing is bothering you?”
Your mom looked at her ringless finger hiding her hand behind her back.
“Can’t you just see how unhappy I am?” she attacked back.
“Can’t you just see how happy ___ is? And how unhappy she is when Yixing isn’t around? We won’t last forever Marie!”
“She’s never been this stubborn, she stopped listening to me, she is locked in her room ignoring me. This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to us. You want her to get married? Why not anyone of your friend’s sons”
“You know why! You know!” your father screamed muting your mother.
You heard it. All of it and it was making you die inside. You were nothing, and Yixing in their eyes was nothing. That is why your father thought he was a good match. Your mother was just in denial that a good rich man she would approve to would ever take you.
You cried and cried. All you wanted was to see Yixing. Be normal and healthy for him.
You got up from your bed and unlocked your door going to the kitchen surprising all the house workers.
“Ada unni!”
“Yes ___, how are you? Are you hungry? You shouldn’t be here, I will bring you food to your room”
“I’M SICK OF MY ROOM!”
“Oh- oh alright”
“I am sorry Ada unni, I need to talk to you”
You went back to your room and made sure no one heard you or followed you except for Ada.
“___ What is it? Are you alright? I think you should really eat something, you haven’t eaten anything in lik-”
“Ada unni! Listen to me”
“Yes ___, tell me”
“Do you have an extra uniform?”
“What?”
“Do you?”
“Well yes, yes I do, why?”
“Bring it!”
“What? Why?”
“Go! And don’t let anyone see it”
“Alright! Alright!”
Ada came back with the uniform tugged under her armpit.
“Here it is”
“Perfect, let me try it on”
“What? Why???”
“Shhh” you whisper-shouted “I will go see Yixing”
“What? No!”
“Yes! And you are going to help me get out of the house, you mentioned before that your boyfriend knows Baekhyun, he recognised you when he was here, call him and ask him to take me to Baekhyun’s workshop”
“What? No I will not help you do that, I will get fired and it’s dangerous for you!”
“Now make me pretty, you draw the eyeliner really good and also make me a french braid, mmm maybe 2?″
“___, no”
“And I need that set, the nude coloured one”
“Why do you need lingerie? ___, no!”
“Yes, and if you don’t help me I will go with the vegetable provider, that” you raised your hand to see the time “he is due to be here in about an hour”
Ada found herself taking you to the back door, your old regular meeting point with Yixing. She had called her boyfriend and did for you them French braids you asked for. She’s helped you do your makeup and finally you got in that maid’s uniform that run too long on you.
You had packed your meds and you small oxygen bottle, and other toiletries. You hugged her thanking her and off you went when you saw Taemin’s car waiting for you.
“Take care ___, please don’t be late”
Taemin was lovely, no wonder Ada loved him that much. He talked to you about how he met Baekhyun through a mutual friend and some of Baekhyun’s funny stories.
“This is it ___”
“Are-you sure?” you asked at the look of the place “I’ve never seen a mechanic’s workshop, but is it supposed to look like this?”
Taemin laughed a little, he knew you’ve never seen such a place “yes ___, it’s alright, you know my friend Kim Jongin knows Byun Baekhyun well. He is a good lad, don’t worr-”
“No no, I’m fine, I know Baekhyun, he is my oppa’s friend. He helped us a lot... long story”
Taemin didn’t know Yixing, but for some reason he was uneasy with the whole leaving you alone situation.
“Do you want me to check on Baekhyun and see...”
“No I will be fine, look! I see Baekhyun oppa. Thanks so much Taemin-ssi” you got off the the car and walked towards Baekhyun. 
He didn’t recognise you at first but he sure recognised Taemin’s car. Both males greeted each other like they usually did.
“Who is? Oh my god! ___? Is that you? Wha-”
“Take care of her hyung”
“Don’t worry Taemin-ah”
Taemin finally asked you once again if you needed anything before leaving you in the dirty place with a very dirty and greasy looking Baekhyun.
“Come upstairs, I don’t think you should stand here, you are drawing to much attention”
You looked around you and indeed you had 3 other mechanics giving you intimidating looks. You felt so strange, you had never been in a situation like this, suddenly you were thankful of your parents overprotection.
Baekhyun led you inside climbing some stairs “here is where we live”
The stairs were very narrow and dark, and it smelled funny... 
Oh dear... this was a bad idea because you certainly didn’t plan on getting sick for Yixing today. The place was filthy.
“You look a bit pale, are you alright?”
You nodded.
“I... I am sorry, the place is not... it’s not good enough for someone like you” he finished before opening the door to a small apartment “please ignore the mess” 
He started awkwardly cleaning around hiding the socks under the table and taking empty glasses to the kitchen.
It was very dusty, and dirty and the clutter was all over...
“Which one is Yixing oppa’s room?”
“Oh this one of course” he pointed to the small room next to you.
You entered and it smelled like Yixing. Here everything was different. You sighed in relief and finally smiled at Baekhyun.
“Yeah... he doesn’t let me enter his room, because I’m a pig as you can see, he tried keeping the whole house clean but I am a mess and now he studies day and night so he stopped caring about the rest of the apartment”
There was a desk neatly tidied, he had books on the right side and notebooks on the left. A ruler, 3 pens and a pencil lined up perfectly in the middle. A small work lamp and a towel over the chair. 
“I- ___, I am sorry for what happened the other day. I swear Junmyeon hyung and I came to help Yixing hyung. I really didn’t know that bit- sorry that girl was going to make that scene, Yixing hyung didn’t do anything she was the one...”
“I know, I trust my oppa. No need to apologise. And thanks for helping. After all it’s my mom’s fault” you sighed.
“So how is it that you are here? Dressed like this? Did you escape with the help of Ada?”
“Yes I did. Can I have your phone for a moment please?”
“Sure!” he handed you the phone.
You took it calling Yixing waiting for him to pick up, but he cancelled the call. You tried again and he cancelled it again.
“He isn’t picking up”
“He must be in a lecture, would you like me to send him a text?”
“No no, I will surprise him”
“Alright so, I need to go back to work. If you need anything just come downstai- No no, don’t come. Dressed like that, the guys must already think we- hmmm I’ll leave my phone here, call this number if you need anything, it’s the workshop’s phone. Alright?”
“Thanks Baekhyun oppa”
When Baekhyun closed the door behind him you sat down on Yixing’s bed, the white sheets felt nice under your palm, you rested your head on his pillow, it smelled like him. I felt almost like kissing him.
Oh the thought... it was too vivid now on his bed, his scent intoxicating all your senses. 
It felt the best you’ve felt for the past 3 days...
*****
“What do you mean she’s here!?”
“Shhh, hyung~~~ I’m not supposed to tell you. She wanted to surprise you”
“Then why did you tell me? You will never change Byun Baekhyun”
Yixing run up the stairs opening the door of the apartment, he was about to open the door to his room but he stopped to run his hands over his face, he was too excited. He placed his hand on the doorknob but then he remembered that he better wash-up first. He went to the bathroom taking off his shirt tossing it to the laundry basket, he was wearing a sleeveless undershirt that he kept on. He placed his head under the tap and washed his hair and face really quickly. He towel-dried his hair looking at himself in the mirror.
He smiled to himself, he loved the though of you in his room, not thinking of the consequences that would follow.
Finally he went to his room and opened the door slowly without knocking. You were lying on his bed, the uniform had ridden up giving a full view of your legs. He stopped for a moment and he did look in detail.
He more than looked, because his body felt it all over. You were on his bed sleeping, looking as angelical as ever, wearing a uniform... and your legs were bare to him.
He felt it. The blood in his body flowing faster.
He felt it... oh he did feel it more than ever.
‘No no no, stop it Zhang Yixing, she is asleep and you can’t have these thoughts now... or ever for that matter...’
“___! What are you doing here? Why are you here?” he asked moving your fringe away from your forehead going on his knees pulling the uniform dress down.
You opened your eyes alarmed, you didn’t want to fall asleep, you wanted to greet him and kiss him and hug him. It gave you an instant boost of energy.
“Oppa!”
You straightened yourself and threw your arms around his neck making him lose balance falling bottom down on the floor. 
“__-” 
You kissed him, you were getting better in this and you paralysed him with your lips, angling your head to one side to get better access. You missed him and he could feel the love in the kiss and in all your actions that followed. 
You placed both hands under his ears bringing him closer if possible, your lips taking all his, your tongue forcing his mouth open and he moaned when you found his own tongue welcoming.
You didn’t know how but you found yourself slowly being carried and placed back in bed never breaking the needy kiss. It was when he felt your hand on his lower back after you had pulled his undershirt off his pants that he stopped.
“___!” he said realising how much he needed oxygen.
“I love you. You left and never came back” you said trying to pull him back to you but he resisted.
“___, wait. Your parents will kill me. No this is not OK” he sat back.
“Let’s think about that after” your lips were on his collarbones.
“Wait, no no. Look, I made a promise to Changwook sajang-nim. I’m going to play by the rules. This is not right”
“You didn’t even tell me you missed me. And now all you care about is appa?” you looked down disappointed.
“Hey! Look at me! Of course I missed you. What do you think I didn’t? I wasn’t even alive. I missed you more than what I can put into words” he pulled your chin with his forefinger to look at him “but this isn’t right, you might get sick. Haven’t you seen the pigsty I live in?”
“Your room is clean. That is not the reason. I must look ugly because of this uniform”
Yixing moved his head backwards eyeing you up and down taking unintentionally his lower lip between his lips.
“Oh baby. That’s definitely not it, you know uniforms and on my bed... it’s kin-” he stopped bitting hit lip hardly “forget about it” he shook his head trying to forget what he was about to say.
“A kin? What is kin? What did you want to say?”
“Nothing, now I’m calling sajan-nim to collect you”
“NO!” you pulled his phone out of his hands hiding it inside your chest.
“___! Give me the phone!”
“Not before you tell me if I’m sexy. Tell me things”
“You are acting like a child right now. And it’s definitely not sexy”
You pouted and your eyes filled with tears instantly. You didn’t know how easy it was to be torn when it came to Yixing directing you unloving words.
“Baobei? Are you crying? Please don’t cry. No no no. I’m an idiot, no please I can’t make my girl cry”
“Tell me more” you sniffed.
“My girl, my baobei. My sexy...” he bit his lip again.
“Yes that look! How do you do it?”
“Weren’t you crying right now? Aish you naughty little girl” he pinched your cheek.
“I sometimes think that you are an angel. A holy creature sent by they heavens. But then for a spilt second you look like this. You are so hot”
“I am not an angel ___. Believe me baby girl” he said almost whispering, his hand on the side of your neck and his thumb caressing your cheek “now let me call your dad, to make things right. I don’t want to be stealing my time with you. I want our time together to be with acceptance of your parents”
You sighed in defeat. He was right. If he didn’t call your parents they would definitely hate him and maybe break it up for real. You couldn’t risk it. 
You unbuttoned the upper part of the uniform exposing your nude lingerie set. And he choked on his spit... he coughed looking away.
“Oppa~~~” he looked at you his eyes teary from coughing “and I’m the weak one? You can’t even take in some skin” you teased giving him the phone.
He ignored your cheeky comment and took the phone dialling your father’s, looking anywhere but your face.
"Good evening sajang-nim”
“Good evening Yixing son”
“I- I am not sure if you are aware, but...”
“Yes?”
“It’s ___. She’s here, I don’t know how this happened and I’d like to bri-”
“WHAT?” your father exclaimed to loud that even you could hear it. He went straight to your room opening it finding it empty “ZHANG YIXING!”
“Sajang-nim, I didn’t tell her to come. I didn’t speak to her since the incident, you are aware that I have no means to communicate with her. And here I am calling you so that you are aware. I shall bring her right away”
“Wait” your father though about how bad you were doing all this time, how hurt and needy of Yixing you must of been that had you do such a thing “is she alright?”
“She is perfectly fine and smiley and sorry also. I have talked to her and this is not going to happen ever again. I won’t forgive her if she does”
“Yixing... I think... is she near? Can I talk to her?”
“Sure” Yixing closed the speaker with his finger looking at you.
“What?” you asked innocently.
“Apologise. Now!” he requested firmly before giving you the phone.
You swallowed and took the phone feeling the most afraid you’ve ever been. This is how breaking the rules felt.
“Appa~~~” you whined.
“You spoiled little brat!”
“Appa~~~ I am sorry, but it’s not fair. eomma is treating Yixing oppa so bad, and it’s not his fault, and I miss him, and I just feel better now that I am with him”
“I know my dear. I know, but this is not acceptable. What if- listen honey. I am sorry too, I won't allow Marie do this again”
“So can Yixing oppa come to the house again?” you asked your eyes sparkling so much that Yixing’s heart pounded on his ribcage aggressively so, his knees felt week.
He was so in love, so in love and all he wanted was to see that eye smile for the rest of his life.
“Yes honey he can. I won’t stop your happiness, and I will not make you sad ever again”
You giggled and laughed and you just made your father and Yixing happy.
It was so simple you just wanted to be able to see Yixing...
“Honey can I talk to Yixing again?”
“He wants to talk to you” you whispered, your smile from ear to ear.
“Y-yes sajang-nim”
“Yixing son, listen, I am very sorry, for everything”
“No ne-”
“Listen to me”
“Yes sajang-nim”
“I think we had agreed to call me abeoji”
“I apologise. A-abeoji” 
“Bring her tomorrow morning before you go to college”
“Excuse me!?” Yixing’s expression changed alarmingly.
“I trust you son. It’s selfish of me... but you are doing her good, better than her mother and I ever did. Make her happy Yixing”
“And Marie samo-nim?”
“None of your concern right now. Just make sure she is in a clean, dust-free place, not too warm, not too cold, I saw she took her medicines. You need to disinfect the surfaces. Is it too much son?”
“Ah-no! Not at all I mean, all good”
“Take care of her Yixing, you know she is like a child, she is fragile and...”
“Saja- abeoji” he corrected himself “I don’t know what to say”
“Take care of your future wife son. Good night Dr. Zhang”
Yixing hung the phone noticing how agape his jaw really was.
“Oppa? What’s wrong? Did he scold you? I am so sorry. Don’t be mad at me please?” you said wrapping your arms around his shoulders kissing his temple.
You stood up and offered your hand to get ready and go home.
“He-”
“What? What’s wrong?”
“He said you can stay- he said- he said you can stay the night, here with me”
“Sweeeeeeeeet! Someone’s getting some with his girl dressed as a maid!”
Baekhyun’s voice was heard from outside. Yixing covered his face in embarrassment, but you giggled. He uncovered his face to watching laugh at him, his cheeks flushed.
“I am going to kill him!” 
Before he could open the door you stopped him pushing him backwards till his back hit it the door.
“Baobei!”
“Yes? Oppa”
“I- I need to clean around, and cook you dinner- and and- and study, yes study”
“You are freaking out Yixing hyung? You need some advise?”
You giggled again when you heard Baekhyun continue.
“Wait a second” said Yixing turning the doorknock that was just behind his back.
“Yah!” shouted Yixing taking a cushion and shoving it at Baekhyun’s head “what is your problem ha?”
You watched them play, Baekhyun not stopping laughing asking you to help him. 
It looked nice, everything despite the dust that was flying right and left everywhere and the itch that it was causing on all your skin. 
You loved it, it was like having a brother. You could tell how much Baekhyun loved Yixing after that trap your mother had set up for Yixing. Baekhyun coming to the rescue without caring. It was also funny how he was letting Yixing beat the hell out of him up. You laughed louder when Baekhyun started whining. 
You started sneezing and Yixing stopped to see you, your arms and face full of little red spots.
“___! Get in the room!” exclaimed Yixing alarmed “see what you’ve done you pig! Clean around Baek! ___ can’t- ugh” he added leaving Baekhyun confused.
When Yixing entered his room again he found you scratching your arms.
“Stop! You could harm yourself, and scars aren’t pretty on a girl”
You froze when he said that, but it was itchy. He ran his hands up and down to cool you off.
“It doesn’t look good I think we really should take you home ___”
“No!” you protested pout visible in your face.
He lowered his head and kissed your pout away slowly savouring your lower lip, taking time in the process.
“Please ___, we really should go”
“All I need to do is take this off” you pointed at the uniform “and get inside clean sheets”
Yixing thought of your offer... he was too weak “alright”
“Wait where are you going? I need help removing this thing off me”
“And you want to be a wife and you can’t even undress yourself? Tsk tsk tsk”
“Just help her. I’m sure you are dying to”
Baekhyun kept teasing his older hyung from outside. But no one not even you knew how hard this was being on Yixing. First of your father and what he asked him to do, this wasn’t exactly ‘taking care of you’, second reason was the effect you had on him. He didn’t how that he was this weak. He knew when he fell in love it was going to be for his beloved.
Everything, his all.
But you were delicate and he didn’t want to break you.
“Alright I will do it” you confirmed pissed “you will see how I-uh, I will-just one more push, I can of this” the sleeves were stuck and you started panting “oppa~~~ I’m tired” you whined.
Yixing was scared that you overworked yourself. Today was too much work for you...
He convinced himself.
“Alright stand still” 
He unzipped the dress till the end and helped your arms out noticing the little red spots that had formed on your back. Also noticing the laced strings of your nude coloured vest.
He tried to calm himself breathing out before pushing the uniform down and out of your legs.
“Alright now I am going, I need to cook you dinner”
“No I don-”
He ran outside the room without noticing the uniform was still in his hands. He was trembling as he leaned on the wall to try shake off the sinful thoughts that came to his head.
Baekhyun was actually cleaning and putting all the empty food boxes in the bin and noticed...
How affected Yixing was.
“OK, rule number 1, if you aren’t planing to take care of that, you should try and not make it that obvious. I mean in front of her” said Baekhyun cheekily pointing at Yixing’s crotch.
Yixing looked downwards and it was indeed noticeable, there was a tent down there.
“Yah!”
“Really hyung. This is the first time I’ve seen it so obvious...”
“Because I am not a dog like you are and because I actually wanted to wait to fall in love? Does that make me weird?”
“All that is right inside your room hyung. I will leave if you need me to. I’ll crush over at Chanyeol’s”
“No” he sighed “no need, nothing will happen” he said defeated.
Yixing knocked on your door again “are you inside the sheets?”
You didn’t reply but he could hear your breathing loud.
“Baobei?” 
He opened the door and found you there in bed wearing nothing but your laced lingerie... using the little oxygen bottle.
Not covered with the sheet.
“What’s wrong? Too much dust right?”
I feel itchy, and it’s warm.
“I have a fan”
“No I can get direct air, only air condition”
“That’s it ___, I’m taking you home. Let me help put this dress back on you”
“I don’t want to go home~~~”
“Stop whining like a baby. It’s really not attractive”
You muted when you saw that he was being serious.
“Put it on and I will zip it back for you” he ordered firmly.
He went outside asking Baekhyun for the car keys of Junmyeon’s car that he was fixing.
“We can use it right? It’s ready?”
“It is... but I need to drive it myself because the cables are all out. I don’t want you to get electrocuted as you drive” joked Baekhyun.
But he had other motives.
“Great, now take us back to ___’s house”
Yixing entered his room again and saw you standing waiting for your dress to get zipped up again.
He felt that he over did it.
He zipped your dress and kissed you at the back of your neck “I am sorry ___, I shouldn’t of had spoken to you the way I did”
You didn’t say anything liking where this was going.
“I just get too anxious and worried that you might-”
“Don’t treat me like that. It feels like you pity me more than love me”
He turned you around holding your shoulders.
“Don’t say that. You know it’s not true”
“I know it’s not but I feel it sometimes. Like you don't want me or something”
“Baobei that is the last thing you need to worry about. Not wanting you is not the problem. Maybe wanting you too much is”
“I’m all ready. Let’s go to a decent house” said Baekhyun leaning on the doorframe.
Decent house?
Yixing put a simple black t-shirt on before carrying you down the stairs and placing you in Junmyeon’s car. Baekhyun had the air-conditioning on that soothed your itch instantly making you hiss in relief.
Yixing took the seat next to Baekhyun making you upset again. You thought maybe he was just ‘taking care’ of you, just like your father asked him.
The drive back home was quiet, Yixing didn’t stop looking at you from the rear-view mirror and Baekhyun was being too clam for his own good.
Yixing glanced at the road for a second questioning the choice of route Baekhyun took, looking around finding it was not the right way to go.
“Baek?”
“Hmmm?”
“This is not how you go to ___’s house. You missed the exit and- where are we going? Is this a shortcut?”
“Yes it is”
“Oh, I didn’t kn- wait isn’t this how you get to Ju-”
“Yes it’s a shortcut to take you to Junmyeon hyung’s place”
“Byun Baekhyun! We can’t have ___ travelling around. She’s exhausted! Take us to her house right NOW!”
“Oh tonight hyung’s house is your house. I’m taking him to sleep over with me and you are taking his apartment”
“How dar- when did y- Baekhyun!”
“I will take you to ___’s house if that is what she wants” Baekhyun glanced at you for a second with a smirk displayed on his face.
“I would love to stay at Junmyeon oppa’s house for tonight” you confirmed.
Yixing pinched the bridge of his nose making his head fall on the head rest.
“You are all against me” Yixing whispered.
You soon arrived at this posh building, Junmyeon was waiting outside already wearing casual clothes, a cap and holding a backpack. Bright glorious smile welcoming you.
He opened the door for you helping you out of the car.
“Oh! Maid’s uniform? Are you into that-”
“HI MEYON-AH!” interrupted Yixing.
Baekhyun and Junmyeon laughed patting on Yixing’s back.
“I don’t know why are you acting this childish I swear” barked Yixing.
“You know the passcode to my apartment. I have the books you asked for in my room. There is food ready to heat also. If you need anything call the concierge”
“Thanks Junmyeon”
“Junmeyon leaned closer to Yixing “but really if you need anything, advise... or anything like that, give me a call”
Yixing shook his head in disbelief taking your hand and disappearing into the huge entrance of the building. Yixing bowed at the concierge walking in the marble corridor quietly till you reached the elevator.
He pressed the button to the 7th floor resting his forehead on the mirrored wall of the elevator. 
“Oppa? Why are you upset?”
“I am not upset. I’m tired, and you are tired, and we really need to go to bed because it’s very late”
You raised your hand to see what time it was “it’s only 7:12″
The elevator indicated that you had arrived to the seventh floor.
He took your hand again and walked ignoring what you said and how ridiculous it sounded that he wanted you to go to bed at 7 in the evening.
He entered the passcode and noticed before switching the lights on some lit tea lights on the floor. He scoffed and went to switch the lights on but you stopped his hand.
“Wait! No need it looks pretty”
“It looks immature. What is this?”
“Yixing oppa please, I never seen tea lights on the floor it looks sexy”
“Baobei~~~”
“Please just let’s get in and follow the tea lights, Junmyeon oppa is so nice to do this for us”
Yixing was fighting his inner voices, but really everything was getting harder.
You followed the small candle’s lights till you arrived at a room where there were a lot of them all over the bedroom floor. There was a big bed and you noticed some chocolate strawberries in the bedside cabinet.
“Isn’t this so nice?” you asked looking back at Yixing who by now had face-palmed his forehead several times.
‘I will kill you Kim Junmyeon’
“Unzip my dress again”
“Why? No need, can’t you feel how chilled the room is?”
“I will go under the sheets I promise”
“But aren’t you hungry?”
“You just said I should go to bed oppa”
“Yes, yes I did... but- aren’t you hungry?”
“I’m tired I’d like to lie down”
“Ah sure... sure I will go there- I mean out, so you can sleep, and I will go study outside”
“Can you study here? I won’t fall asleep alone, it’s scary for me. Your books are on the desk, I need some light to sleep anyways”
“Ah sure I will stay if you want after you cover yourself” 
He finally unzipped the dress and now he wanted to leave more than ever.
“Wait, don’t go... I’ll cover myself” 
Yixing nodded sitting on Junmyeon’s desk chair. He turned on the desk lamp and buried his eyes on the books he had asked Junmyeon to get him.
Anatomy, Biology... all sorts of books that seemed to be the most interesting thing in the world.
However from the corner of his eye he saw your figure wearing that nude coloured set walking towards the bed before you got inside the sheets.
Finally he could breath. You were tired and tugged in bed, and he needed to study and it was just 7:30 so he will have a peaceful evening in company of his books and-
“Oppa~~~”
Would she ever let him?
“Yes my beautiful princess”
“Kiss me goodnight”
“Are you begging for attention?”
“What if I was?”
Yixing got up walking towards the bed, he bent down pressing his hands on each side of your head kissing your forehead. He raised his head a little to look at your eyes.
“Are you feeling better?”
“I am”
“I am glad. Good night princess, dream about me”
Yixing went back to the desk and exhaled in relief, it looked like it will be working after all. He did really need to check the books out because he was falling behind in anatomy and this book Junmyeon got him was hard to find.
Not even half an hour later...
Yixing was really starting to calm down and get into studying, he spread all the books and started to take some notes really concentrating and whatever he was feeling was long gone...
Until he saw you walking in front of him with that lacy set and the vest...
He exhaled putting the pencil down.
“What now? Don’t walk barefoot”
“I am thirsty, and anyways I need to take my meds”
“I will get you some water, go back to bed”
“But you said I should start doing things for myself and here I am doing it. Go back to study, don’t mind me”
As if he could... the dim lit room and you bared to him, your delicate skin ALL exposed for him to enjoy.
He rubbed his neck and went back to what he was doing. He swallowed feeling it not going down...
He just wanted to cuddle with you really nothing bad about that.
He felt your fingers on his shoulder as you spun his chair to face you, before he could protest you were sitting on his lap straddling him, hugging his waist with your legs.
“Oh my god! ___ what are you doing? No!”
“Why not?”
“Get down”
“What if I don’t want to?” you asked rocking yourself on his lap.
You took his hands and forced them behind you so he could hug you back.
“This is not- we- ___ I need to do this step by step. I am not sure what will happen- we just... this is too rushed and I need to study”
“You don’t like me”
“Not again. What is this have to do with not liking you? You are a grown-up and you need to be told things the way they are. You are fragile and this needs to be thought before hand”
“Yes, you don’t like me because of that reason. Because I am not normal and you think I will just break and I hate myself”
“Babygirl” he laughed “you know that is not it. How many times do I need to tell you?”
“Then explain to me! How can someone that likes someone, that they are in their lap practically naked and throwing themselves at them, they are so chill and unmoving and- you just don’t find me attractive enough”
Yixing’s stomach flipped, it was getting impossible to hold back any longer. He stood up holding you at your bottom looking into your eyes intensively. Gaze unreadable, as if angry... it made your body shiver. 
He walked to the bed trying to read his eyes.
He didn’t look cute.
He didn’t look angelical.
He looked hungry. Hungry for you. No words were needed.
You felt desired.
He walked on his knees on the mattress slowly placing your back on it, he shamelessly spread your legs to nestle himself between them.
You felt his weight on you, and you felt his warm hand feeling your thigh.
“Oh”
“Yeah. Do you think I don’t like you? Do you know what you do to me? I tried conceal it and every single time you make me go crazy. Is that what you want? Lose my mind over you?”
You felt him thrust in your clothed entrance.
“Ah!”
“Is that what you want? You want to see me go insane as I make love to you? I wanted to go slow, but no... this spoiled little girl just wants me lose it. Is that it?”
“Yes, I want to feel you and feel that you love me. I want your body the closest it could get to mine. I want you to make love to me.”
“Aghr” Yixing growled retracting his hand falling on the mattress.
He placed his hand on his crotch that grew incredibly hard, his body couldn't handle it anymore.
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“Oppa?”
“Shhh- stop it”
“I really want you, I know I can do this, you give me a lot of energy”
Yixing raised himself back again grabbing his t-shirt from the back of his neck yanking it over his head tossing it aside displaying his glorious and perfect toned abs to you.
He wanted to go soft on you, he really wanted to but he was way too hungry right now...
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A/N: Man!!!! I really had to cut it there... this got out of hand but trust me next update... more drama and loaaaaads of smut ^_~
Thanks for reading, feedback always welcomed. 
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50 Reason’s To Have Sex #15 -  You finally get the chance to show your childhood bed some action
Request: So for number 15, I was thinking that the childhood bed could be Derek's instead. He takes the reader to meet his mother for the first time (and also the rest of his family) and they end up staying for the weekend. They have to sleep in his old bedroom together (as the rest of the rooms are occupied) and on one of the nights there, things get heated, and... well... his bed gets some action and they end up breaking it and then he has to tell his mother about it in the morning.❤
Author’s Note: This idea is adorable and sexy and I just love it. It is sort of AU-ish...I didn’t really picture the Hales as werewolves for this one, rather just a close family. This is seriously a monster fic, guys. It totally got away from me. I really hope you like this one because I loved writing it! Let me know what you think, I always love feedback :) Enjoy!
Warnings: Language; smutty smut smut; awkward situations
Tags: @openly-panda​, @angels-secrets, @logancola, @wolfshifter4life, @palaiasaurus64, @lipstickstainsandwerewolfchains, @melanie451, @hardladyheart​, @noordinarymagic, @t0ribr0, @bubbles2416, @a-court-of-stydia, @palaiasaurus64, @iliketoimaginestuff, @wheresthekillswitch, @justdreamstars, @hattnco
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“Sweetheart, it’s only one weekend,” Derek chuckled as he eyed my overstuffed suitcase. I sighed in exasperation, gnawing on my bottom lip.
“I know, but I wanted to make sure I was prepared for anything. You said that you’re family is really outdoorsey and can be spontaneous, and I don’t know what all we’ll be doing there, so I just wanted to make sure-” My anxious rambling was cut off by Derek’s hands on my arms, running up and down soothingly.
“Hey, hey, hey. Shhh,” he said, reaching up and cupping my chin in order to pry my eyes from the luggage. “It’s alright. Just relax, everything is going to be fine. They’ll love you, I promise.”
“But what if-”
“’But’ nothing. Now, come on. Let’s get the car loaded up and hit the road. Mom wants everyone there before dinner.”
The drive to Derek’s parents’ house was a few hours, but between napping and staring out the window at the early Autumn scenery, it didn’t feel nearly that long. When we pulled into the drive of a huge country home, my jaw nearly dropped. The property, especially the house, was gorgeous.
“This is where you grew up?” I asked in disbelief, whipping my head around to stare at my boyfriend wide-eyed. He just chuckled like it was nothing, throwing the SUV in park before turning it off.
Placing a quick kiss on my cheek, Derek hopped out and came around to open the door for me. After I stepped onto the dirt driveway, my feet didn’t move. I just couldn’t tear my eyes off the giant house in front of me, or my mind off of what, or rather who, waited inside. Derek lacing his calloused fingers through mine and giving a gentle squeeze brought me back. His green eyes sparkled in the afternoon sun as he smirked down at me.
“Ready to meet the family?” 
“I went inside for two seconds to grab the phone and the next thing I hear is Derek screaming from the yard,” his uncle, Peter, continued with his story as we all sat around the table, listening intently and trying to suppress laughter. “At first, I figured that he and Laura had just gotten into a fight and he was upset over that. So, I go out there and he’s laying on the ground clutching his arm, crying and wailing about how ‘superheroes are supposed to be able to fly!’”
Peter level his nephew with something between an amused look and a glare, a blush creeping up Derek’s face enough to be visible through his dark beard. The room had erupted into chuckles and I affectionately nudged his broad shoulder with my own as he glanced over and shook his head at me in denial.
“Well, they are!” Derek defended through his laughter. “Superman did it on TV, I thought I could, too. Besides, it wasn’t totally my fault. She helped me get to the top of the shed!” He pointed at his sister, earning a scoff.
“Hey, don’t try to avert the blame here,” Laura said, the corners of her mouth curved the slightest bit upwards. “It was all your idea in the first place.”
“Regardless,” Peter interjected, his fork stopped halfway to his mouth. “I got shit from your mom for months after that.” 
“Could you blame me?” Talia replied, her light laughter echoing in her words. “My son broke his arm on your watch! By jumping off of a building.”
“Needless to say, I wasn’t the primary babysitter after that.” Peter grinned over at me after he finished speaking. I smiled back, enjoying hearing their family stories. Especially the ones that embarrassed my boyfriend.
Everyone continued to reminisce and share, smaller conversations breaking off around the table. I sat back and tried to take it all in, the warmth, the closeness, the love that seemed to radiate from this family. From the moment Derek and I had walked in the door, they had been so welcoming and kind, making me feel like I’d been around forever, like I belonged there. 
His mother and sisters had taken an especial liking to me, something that shocked me in the best way. They were all so sweet and kind, not to mention hilarious, and more than willing to include me in their girl talk after shooing the men away from the kitchen. 
Truthfully, I hadn’t seen much of Derek since we arrived, aside from dinner. He had gone out with his father and several others to play some basketball while we had stayed inside to start getting the food ready. Talia was an amazing cook, even teaching me a few new tricks. She and her daughters had asked me questions about myself and about Derek and I’s relationship, getting to know me throughout the day. They had shared all kinds of details and stories about him growing up, much to my liking. His mother had even admitted that I was the first girl he had brought around in years, the only one she had ever heard him talk about so fondly and openly.
My heart nearly exploded at her words.
When Derek and the others had come inside after it was announced that dinner was almost ready, I had practically attacked him, not caring that he was sweaty and hot. Catching him in the hall with nobody around, I had gripped the front of his shirt tightly and slammed my lips onto his, the force making us stumble until his back hit the wall. Derek had been surprised at first, but soon recovered, pulling me into him and kissing back with just as much passion.
Once the need for air became too much, we broken apart breathlessly, bodies still molded together and chests heaving. He let out a low chuckle, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear. 
“Well, hello to you, too,” he said, his voice a deep rumble. 
“Hi,” I whispered, smiling as I stared into those gorgeous green eyes.
“Don’t know what that was for, but I sure as hell wouldn’t complain if that was how you greeted me all the time.” The smirk on his face made me giggle as he leaned in for another kiss, only this time, we were interrupted by a voice calling down the stairs that another shower was open just before his dad appeared.
Derek and I jumped apart, trying to hide the flush in our cheeks. He looked between the two of us, giving a knowing look before clapping his son on the shoulder and heading toward the dining room. I looked at Derek once his father was out of sight, spluttering out a laugh at the situation. 
Leaning forward, Derek placed a sweet kiss to the top of my hair. Before pulling away, he bent to place his lips by my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine as he whispered a gruff, “We’ll finish this later” while one of his hands squeezed my ass for emphasis.
With that, he had walked off for a shower and, after taking a second to compose myself, I headed into the other room to help the set the table for dinner.
After everything was cleaned up, Peter and Derek’s father had started a bonfire in the backyard. His sisters had grabbed everything that was needed for s’mores and eagerly headed outside, Derek and I in tow.
It was a beautiful Fall night, the air just chilly enough that I pulled on a jacket. There were more stars visible overhead than I had ever seen before, completely stealing my attention. Chuckling at my preoccupation, Derek pulled me into his lap, his arms wrapping around my waist. Caught a bit off guard, I turned my head to quirk a brow at him, only earning a sweet smile in return.
“Wanna roast a marshmallow?” he asked, grabbing one of the sticks. I nodded and reached for the open bag, pulling out two. 
“Figured I’d be nice and do one for you, too.”
“Just don’t burn it,” he chuckled. My brows scrunched together in mock offense as I scoffed at his words. 
“Who do you think you’re talking to? Golden brown is perfect.”
“I knew there was a reason I kept you around,” Derek replied with a wink and toothy smile, making my roll my eyes and grin at him before turning to put our marshmallows over the flames. 
After awhile, people began to excuse themselves, turning in for the night and heading back to the house. Through the course of the night, I had curled into Derek’s chest, watching the flames with half-lidded eyes and perfectly content to stay right where I was. But when I let out a yawn for the third time in 15 minutes, Derek announced that it was probably about time for us to head in, too. After saying goodnight to those who were still up, we walked back hand in hand.
My nightly routine completed, I packed my now dirty clothes back into my bag. Once that was done, I stood up and stretched, sighing in relief when my joints popped. With Derek in the bathroom, I took the opportunity while I was still alone look around the room.
Derek and I had been placed in his old childhood bedroom. As he claimed, it was ‘exactly how he left it’. There were a few posters up on his walls, mostly showing off sports cars, a bookcase filled for the most part with athletic trophies, but there was a row of books, too. A desk sat in one corner, a long dresser placed against one wall, and a bedside stand with an alarm clock and lamp on it completed the look. I smiled to myself, imagining a teenage Derek inhabiting this space.
Warm hands and soft lips broke me from my thoughts. Leaning back into the solid chest that I knew so well, I closed my eyes and let out a soft sigh. 
“I didn’t hear you come back,” I told him quietly.
“That’s because you’re easily distracted,” he joked, the words mumbled against my neck.
“Oh yeah? And what was I so distracted by?”
“Mmmm, probably all those trophies over there. Thinking about me being a star athlete.” A smirk made it’s way onto my lips.
“Or maybe I was busy wondering why there was a desk in here taking up space since I definitely can’t imagine you ever using that, mister star athlete,” I countered, earning a chuckle. Gently pulling away from his neck kisses, I turned in Derek’s arms, bringing my hands up to play with the little hairs at the base of his skull. He held my gaze, those green eyes boring into mine with such an adoring look that it nearly made me choke up.
The moment was broken, however, when Derek glanced over at the bed. The edges of his mouth quirked up as he studied it.
“I’m not sure I can still fit in that thing,” he stated. Scrunching my brows, I turned to look at it. The bed was a full. It may be a tight fit, but it should be more than fine. When I looked back at him to say as much, there was a playful smirk on his face. “Especially with you hogging all the space.” There it was. I slapped his chest lightly, making Derek laugh. 
“You’re ridiculous,” I said, pulling away from him and moving to crawl under the covers. 
“You love me,” he quipped, following my lead and switched the bedside lamp off. Settled in, I turned to look at my boyfriend, finding his green eyes in the darkness. With a small smile, I leaned forward and gently pressed my lips to his, the kiss tender and sweet. Derek happily returned it, one of his hands coming up to cup my cheek. It was flirty and playful, nothing too serious. Our legs tangled together as we moved closer to each other, both grinning through the mini makeout session we were having. 
Just barely breaking away, our mouths so close they were almost still touching, I couldn’t help but bite my lip to try and suppress the giggle that was building up in my throat. A curious look on his face, Derek pulled back a bit and asked what was so funny.
“How many girls have you made out with in this bed?” I asked.
“What?” he laughed, raising his eyebrows.
“You heard me,” I pressed playfully. “I’m curious.” 
“Okay,” he breathed. “Um...maybe three or four?” I gave him my really? look, earning a scoff. “Alright, fine. Including you, nine. Happy?”
“So, you weren’t only mister star athlete, but mister player, too, huh?” I joked, making Derek roll his eyes at me. Feeling daring, I pushed a little further.
“Ever get past first base?” His eyes darkened at my words, a hand sliding down to the small of my back and pulling my body flush to his. The atmosphere in the room had changed, suddenly feeling much more tense.
“A few times,” he answered, lips back to hovering over mine. I hummed in acknowledgement of his words, trying to collect myself before I continued.
“Ever fuck someone in this bed?” I asked, my words much quieter this time.
“Just once.” Derek rolled overtop of me, pressing his hips into mine. I gasped when his hard length rubbed against my core. “Right now.” 
I didn’t even have time to say anything before his mouth was on mine, hot and demanding. The kiss was passionate and consuming, our tongues sliding past each other, causing a slow burn to build inside of me. God, I was already aching for him.
Derek caught my bottom lip between his teeth, nipping with just the right amount of pressure and tugging in that way he knew drove me crazy. Both of us nearly panting, I looked up at him with a kinked brow and a smirk.
“So, I’m guessing you have other plans that don’t involve sleeping them?” Humming his confirmation, Derek leaned back down to start kissing a warm trail down my jaw and to my neck.
“I do believe,” he mumbled between kisses. “That we have something to finish.” He reached the top of my shirt as he finished speaking, glancing up at me while his hands slid under the fabric, pushing it up until it was bunched just under my breasts. Biting my lip to contain my noises, I watched with baited breath as Derek pressed slow kisses from my navel up until he reached the fabric once again.
Whimpering under his teasing, I moved my arms above my head, arching my back so that he would get rid of the damn thing already. Thankfully, he did, and once it was discarded somewhere on the floor, Derek’s mouth was on my nipple, sucking lightly while one of his hands cupped and squeezed the other, making me gasp. 
He lavished my breasts with attention, driving me totally wild. My panties were absolutely soaked, my pussy throbbing for him. I wiggled my hips in a poor attempt to find some friction, but it caught Derek’s attention because the next thing he did was kiss his way down my torso until he was hooking his fingers in the waistband of my shorts, sitting up to pull them off along with my ruined underwear. 
“Jesus, Y/N,” he breathed, eyes dilating at the sight of my drenched core. Not able to resist anymore, I reached up and pulled Derek down roughly into a sloppy kiss. My nails dug into his shoulders and he let out a groan, the hardness in his pajama pants twitching against my thigh.
“Der, please,” I whined. “Please touch me.” My voice sounded desperate and needy, but I didn’t care because, fuck, I was desperate and in need.
“I’ve got you, baby,” Derek whispered in my ear, his hand sliding down to cup my aching pussy. I moaned at his touch, but it was taken away before I could even enjoy it, his other hand covering my mouth. “You’ve gotta be quiet, babe. Can you do that for me?” I nodded my head vigorously, wanting nothing more than to feel him again. 
Without another word, Derek’s hand was back, his fingers running up and down my folds, circling my clit a few times before dipping down again only to push into me.
“Fuck, yes,” I breathed, throwing my head back into the pillows. Derek took the opportunity to attack my neck once more. His fingers sped up quickly, the heel of his palm rubbing just right against my clit to send me toward the edge in no time at all. Curling them just right, he quickly found the spot that drove me crazy. One of my hands flew down to grab his wrists, my hips bucking with his movements. “Yes, oh God- don’t stop!” 
“You gonna come on my fingers, Y/N? Hm?” Derek asked, his words practically a growl. 
“Yes- fuck!” Turning to bury my face in one of the pillows, my cry of pleasure was thankfully muffled as the orgasm crashed through my body, limbs trembling, back arching, walls clenching tightly around Derek’s fingers as they gradually slowed their movements before pulling out.
“Look so good when you come, baby,” Derek said quietly, positioning himself over my still recovering body after kicking off his bottoms. “Need to be inside you.”
“Please,” I whimpered, wanting desperately to feel him filling me up. I truly couldn’t care less at this point that we were in a house filled with his family, I just needed him to fuck me.
After running his head through my drenched folds, Derek pushed in to the hilt, leaning down to bury his face in the space where my neck meets my shoulder and let out a groan. He moved slowly, but purposefully, thrusting deeply in a way that had my mouth open in a silent scream. 
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I begged for Derek to move faster, harder. And my God, did he. Letting loose a primal growl, he snapped his hips forward. Then he did it again. And again. Reaching up to grab the headboard for support, Derek maintained his quick pace. The bed squeaked in protest, but all I cared about was the coil winding tighter and tighter in my stomach. 
A handful of thrusts and several chants of Derek’s name later, I was coming around him and biting down on his shoulder to contain my screams. I clung to him for dear life as the pleasure coursed through me, slowly subsiding until I could see straight again. Derek was only a couple of seconds behind me, his forehead falling against my own as we tried to catch our breath.
Moving to his side of the bed again, we each took a second, staring up at the ceiling and processing everything. That was some of the best sex we had ever had, and in his childhood bed no less. Finally shifting to my side so I could look at him, Derek met my eyes and we both broke out in huge smiles.
“Damn,” he said quietly, chuckling as I agreed. He reached over and pulled into a sweet, quick kiss before we settled into our usual sleeping position, his arm around me and my head on his chest. After a few second of silence, I spoke up.
“I do, you know.” My voice was small in the dark room. Looking up at Derek, he had a questioning expression. “Love you.” 
It took a few seconds, but once he remembered the transaction from earlier, his statement that I loved him despite being a dork, a soft smile broke out on his face.
“I love you, too, Y/N.” It was a sweet moment, an intimate and vulnerable one.
But it was interrupted by what sounded like the cracking of wood. Before either of us could react, the mattress suddenly dropped, the creaks of old springs echoing out along with Derek’s curse and my squeal.
“Are you okay?” he asked, grip tight around my body. We were both frozen in place, too afraid too move and wondering what the hell had just happened.
“Yeah,” I breathed. “You?”
“Mhm.” Carefully, very carefully, Derek shifted to stand up. There was the sound of more wood splitting, a few more creaks and groans, and then nothing. Pulling on his pants that he’d located on the floor and turning on the lamp, he helped me get up as well. I found my own clothes and threw them on as Derek inspected the damage.
“We broke the bed,” he murmured. “We broke the fucking bed.”
“Holy shit.” He gave a few nods of agreeance before sighing and running a hand through his hair.
“Well, looks like we’re taking the couch tonight.” Gathering some blankets and a pillow, I followed him downstairs in the dark, trying our best to be quiet. We made a quick bed on the couch and got comfy. Just as I was about to fall asleep, my body exhausted from all of the day’s (and night’s) activities, Derek’s voice caught my attention.
“Your hair smells like smoke from the fire,” he said, pausing before he spoke again, this time with a smirk evident in his tone. “And sex.”
With a snort, I playfully smacked his arm.
Sunlight assaulted my eyelids, making me groan and try to pull the blanket over my head. It felt like it was too early to get up. Plus, I was so warm, so comfortable, and I definitely did not want to move. 
Unfortunately, my boyfriend didn’t feel the same way. 
He grumbled as he started to wake up, letting out a yawn and stretching his arms. I tried my best to ignore his movements, but it was a small couch and I couldn’t escape. Opening my eyes with a huff, I glared up at him only to be met with a sleepy smile.
“Morning,” he rasped, his voice sending tendrils of arousal licking down my spine. Before I could say or do anything, though, another voice cut in.
“Good morning,” Talia said, entering the living room with a steaming cup of coffee in her hands. She raised her brows at us. “How’d you sleep?”
“Pretty well,” I supplied, sitting up and rubbing my eyes a bit.
“I can’t imagine it was too comfortable being cramped on that couch all night,” she replied. “Speaking of, why are you on the couch and not in your bed?” Derek and I instantly looked at each other, our faces going red. Running a hand over the back of his neck awkwardly, Derek looked over at his mom with a sorry expression.
“About that...”
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Our 2nd wedding anniversary!
Hello, tumblr!
@nancydrewnickerson and I were talking the other day about how although it's 2017, we still haven't updated you guys about some of what happened at the end of last year. Henry has graciously offered to take full responsibility; after all, it is his adorable face that's been distracting us ; )
He and Nancy aren't home right now, so it's as good a time as any to update you. ( Shhh, no one tell Nancy. She took Henry to run an errand so I'd have some time to finish packing. I'm leaving for a business trip tomorrow, but I'm in a bit of denial. It'll be my first time leaving Henry for so long. Nancy promised that she'll flood my phone with pictures and we'll face time every night, but I'm definitely going to miss holding the two of them in my arms. )
One of the reasons Nancy and I are so busy at the end of the year is our wedding anniversary. Our second anniversary fell on a Tuesday, so we celebrated the weekend before. Nancy and I are very fortunate to have so many people in our lives who are not only willing but also eager to help out with Henry, especially Mom and Hannah. When we were planning how to celebrate our anniversary, Mom and Dad said they'd be happy to take Henry overnight.
I thought it'd be nice to go to dinner at Chez Louis on Saturday. It didn't take long for me to get ready, so I entertained Henry while Nancy got dressed. She looked spectacular, and I made sure to tell her I was the luckiest husband in the world. When we dropped Henry off at my parents' house, I was almost expecting Mom to have us pose for pictures. In fact, I can't say I'm 100% sure she didn't sneak a few when we weren't looking.
As usual, the food at Chez Louis was great. It was nice to reminisce on some of the other times we've gone there. The first time we went was our first fancy date, which seems like so long ago. And now we've been married for two years and have a son. Thinking about it now still amazes me how far we've come. We stayed home instead of going to a hotel. It was a little strange to be there and not keep an ear out for Henry. And Nancy almost scolded me for placing lit candles in easy-grab spots, ha. Well, let's just say we took advantage of our alone time. ;)
On Sunday, I attempted to continue the French theme by making Nancy crepes. It turns out there's a bit of an art to them, and they're not just like making really thin pancakes. When I woke up Nancy, she was sweet enough not to comment on the too thick to be crepes but too thin to be good pancakes that I presented her with.
In the afternoon, we went to see a French movie, and we even behaved so that we wouldn't miss too many of the subtitles : D
I had a little help from Hannah. While we were at the movie, Hannah went to our apartment and left a picnic basket full of goodies. I had ordered some cupcakes with French decorations—the Eiffel Tower, little fondant berets, 'je t'aime'—from a local bakery. Hannah picked them up, as well as going all out with her own creations, which was greatly appreciated. Because it was too cold out, Nancy and I turned the living room into a picnic area.
We usually have brunch with my parents on most Sundays, so because we missed it that morning we stayed for dinner when we went to pick up Henry. Mom knew about my plans for a Parisian day—she loves the romance behind our Paris connection—and she made coq au vin with chocolate mousse for dessert. 
As much as we loved getting some alone time, we were definitely happy to bring Henry back home. Knowing how hard it was to be away for less than a full day... I don't know how I'm going to get through a whole week.
We finished celebrating on our actual anniversary. Nancy and I were running a bit late that morning—for, uh, no reason at all—but both of our days had calmed down a bit by lunch time. My original plan was to have flowers delivered to her at work, but I decided I didn't want to cheat myself out of seeing her reaction. On the way to picking her up for lunch, I stopped by the flower shop for my order—an arrangement of flowers from her bouquet. Seeing her smile was definitely worth the detour.
The rest of the day seemed to drag on. We both got home about the same time and started to make dinner together. Nancy took the lead with dinner, while I stuck to stirring the pasta sauce. But then I scooted her out of the way so I could make dessert—brownies from a box that were no where as delicious as Nancy's, of course, but we made brownie sundaes and with all the toppings you could barely tell the difference.
( Nancy has thankfully stopped teasing me about a certain chicken dish that shall not be named, but she has started to joke that Henry is more help in the kitchen than I am. With the amount of time he spends with Mom and Hannah, I suspect it won't be long before that's actually true. )
The three of us cuddled on the couch after dessert, and I put on our wedding video. Even though Henry had no clue what was going on, he listened attentively as Nancy and I explained it to him. I told him that hopefully one day he'd be as lucky as I was and fall in love with someone so intelligent, caring, and beautiful. Nancy told him that if he grows up to be anything like me, he'll have no problem finding someone. He smiled at the both of us, but I'm sure in a few years, once he understands what we're talking about, his reaction won't be the same.
After we put Henry to bed, we exchanged our presents. Last year, we agreed that we should stick to sentimental gifts, which we did again this year. When Nancy told me how much she loved my gift to her last year—a letter I wrote on the morning of our wedding—I came up with an idea. For the year between our first and second anniversaries, I wrote her a letter each week. A lot of them focused on how excited I was that we were going to be parents, and then once Henry was born, a lot were about how amazing Nancy is as a mother. My goal was to make sure when Nancy read them she'd know how much I love and appreciate her and how incredibly happy she and our life together makes me.
Right before our anniversary, I had the letters bound together. There were a few letters that I left out and gave to her separately. I wanted the book to be something we could share with Henry, or any other children, in the future. But sometimes when I was writing, I realized I wanted to keep the words between just the two of us.
Nancy gave me an incredible gift too. Every day since our last anniversary, she wrote down a reason she loves me. Some were general, others were specific to something that happened that day. It was such a sweet and thoughtful gift. Other than Henry, I think it might just be my favorite gift from her.
We exchanged a few other gifts too. The traditional second wedding anniversary gift is cotton, so Nancy found a band tee from the first concert we went to together and I'm sure you can fill in the blanks about some other cotton gifts we gave each other... 
I can hear Nancy in the hallway, though, so that's a story for another day!
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