#HEY you know what's funny is it's the day just before i get my Annual System Number Upgrade [try to guess what that means :)]

[keeps-ache]

frucken (? word ?) tired for days

[f0point5]

Give us some max/emilia post Australia end cuteness. Emilia misses one race and it’s Australia. Max dnfs. Ect ect

Or have a text chain of Emilia being a pure menace texting max all the innuendos and funny commentary during a press conference.

This is too adorable. I went with the first one because I’m a glutton for punishment lol. I hope you enjoy it 🫶🫶🫶

I’m only up when you’re not down

You don’t actually speak to Max after his DNF. Huddled into the small living room of your suite in Niseko with the rest of your friends to watch the Grand Prix, you’d felt sick the second Carlos had passed Max.

“Fuck, fuck,” you’d slammed your hand on the table so hard that your coffee spilled. You didn’t even take your eyes off the screen. “Shit,”

You watched him crawl towards the pits, smoke billowing from the car. Get out, Max, get out. You all sat in silence until he was out of the car.

When the cameras showed an irate Max talking to an engineer in the garage, all Stan said was, “he’s going to be so pissed,”

He was. You’d tried to call him but it had gone straight to voicemail, a telltale sign that he just needed to stew in the rage for a while. You’d sent him a message telling him to call when he could but he hadn’t. You’d watched the rest of the race just to catch glimpses of him in the garage, hiding his disappointment so well.

Later, he’d texted he’d managed to get an earlier runway slot since he wasn’t attending a debrief and that he’d be in Japan by late afternoon, so you skipped out on dinner to meet him at the small airport in Hokkaido.

Max and Rupert disembark from the jet still talking, and you can see even from twenty metres away the day he’s had. There’s a tension in his jaw, he jogs down the steps of the plane, pushing a hand through his hair, which is getting a little bit too long. He’s moving a bit too quick and a bit too stiff for your comfort.

After nearly two weeks away from him, this is the last state you want to see him in, but you can’t ignore the sheer contentment that washes over you at seeing him at all. You’re pathetic and you know it, too clingy and too giddy, and part of you hopes that in ten years you’ll lose this feeling. Most of you knows you never will, because it’s always been there. You haven’t always called it what it was, but you always felt it. And he did, too.

You can tell by the way his shoulders sag when he comes into the building and spots you immediately, a small smile on his lips as you hurry towards him.

“Hey,” it’s whispered, an exhale, the wind knocked out of you as your body collides with his and you wind your arms around his neck. He’s warm and he smells like the t-shirt you’ve been sleeping in since the last time you saw him. You feel your feet leave the ground for a second and you don’t even know if that’s real.

His gentle, “hi,” is said into the skin of your neck, and it feels like a jolt of adrenaline fed straight to your jugular.

“You were on fire today,” you say, fingers tickling at newly cut hair at the back of his neck.

Max’s body shakes with a laugh as you pull away from him, but in an unusual twist, he knots his fingers with yours before you can move.

“I was hoping this was the day you decided to skip watching. Sorry you wasted your day,”

You squeeze his hand to get his hand to stop his eyes darting everywhere. “I didn’t waste my day, Max. Watching you isn’t a waste, ever,”

You know he’s thinking it’s a platitude, that he didn’t win so he might as well have been at home and you might as well have been skiing. You want to argue, make him hear you. He won’t believe you, and by rights he shouldn’t. So you let it go, because you have no choice.

“Yeah, that was an incredible lap I did there,” Max husks out a chuckle and looks away from you. He’s joking, but he isn’t. He’s let it go, because he has no choice.

“Well, I for one am more excited about the annual Suzuka revenge arc. It’s incredibly sexy, and now,” you say as you lean up to press a kiss to his jaw, your free hand slipping under his jacket so there’s one less layer between you, “I can do something about that,”

Max only hums in response, his fingers tightening around yours.

“Not to kill the mood, guys, but I am, you know, here,” Rupert says.

You’re embarrassed to admit you’re not actually sure when he collected his rucksack from the baggage trolley and came to stand beside Max.

Max laughs, a telltale blush spreading to his ears, while you let go of him and open your arms to Rupert.

“I could never forget you, Rupert,” you say as you hug him, “I just like an audience,”

“Oh my God,” Max groans, laughing harder. He throws his head back, and his face scrunches up. He’s looking more like himself by the second, and you figure you must be, too.

You start to meander towards the exit, following your bags out to the stupidly large SUV with the driver waiting to load your luggage. Rupert wastes no time climbing into the car, while you and Max linger by the boot of the car. This is the last moment you’ll have alone before you get in the car with Rupert, and then Max is swarmed by friends he hasn’t seen in months the second you get back.

“Oh,” you slide a hand into your pocket while Max watches you in confusion. “Here,”

You pull out his Cartier cuff and hold it out to him. He holds out his wrist and you put it back on for him, preparing for him to make some comment about how it didn’t bring him luck this time, and how superstition is stupid.

“No more skipping races,” is what he actually says, and you look up at him to find him pouting. The pout is cute but unserious. His eyes, however, make it seem like he’s asking. “Crazy shit happens when you’re not there,”

He’s right. This is the first race you’ve missed since Singapore last year

You give him a coy smirk. “Is that your way of saying you missed me?”

“No.” He says simply.

You’re surprised when he kisses you. He rarely does when you’re not alone, unless it’s a quick peck at parc fermé. This is a kiss that has him pulling you almost as close to him as you want to be, a kiss that feels a bit like getting back whatever part of you he took with him when he left.

When he lets go of you, he takes a second to look at you before leaning down to press one more kiss to your swollen lips.

“I missed you.” He says, no pout, all promise.

It will never not be embarrassing that three words from this nerd with one hobby and abysmal taste in t-shirts has you weak at in the knees.

“I missed you too, Maxy,” you say, reaching up to brush a strand of hair away from his forehead.

You both take one more deep breath before heading around the side of the car, where Max opens the door for you with the hand that isn’t holding yours.

“Real shame that race got cancelled, huh?” You say as you climb in, meeting Max’s gaze with a wink.

“Oh yeah,” Max agrees as he slides in behind you. “Really sad.”

[babydollmarauders]

HOT — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

FAITHLYNN’S 500 CELLY!

🌷: “Can you please…? Hmmm, I don’t know. Maybe put a shirt on?!” & “That was kind of hot.” with Jack

summers at the Hughes lake house were a blessing and a curse. i spent three years attending the annual trip as Jack’s best friend, but this year is my first year attending as Jack’s girlfriend, which is why many things have been different this time. but the one constant is admiring Jack while he spends most of the summer shirtless.

i did it the past three summers when i was pining for him, and i’ve been doing it this summer while i’m dating him. it’s harder this year though; knowing i can have him if i want, and i do want. but it seems that this summer it’s always at the most inopportune times. like when i saw him out the window when i was helping his mother with the dishes, or when we were out in the middle of the lake and he was wakesurfing.

but this may be the most inconvenient time yet. i’m sat out on the front porch beside Luke, working on my laptop, when Jack and Quinn walk out. Quinn being fully clothed, while Jack wears nothing but basketball shorts and sneakers.

“hey, pretty girl.” Jack walks over, placing a kiss on my forehead. “you working?”

i hum in agreement, but my eyes are no longer focused on the open google doc in front of me, and instead lasered in on his bare chest. my cheeks flush as my mind races to dirty thoughts, thinking of the way he had me in bed just the other day.

“Jack, you coming?” Quinn calls over his shoulder, walking over to the basketball hoop in the driveway and picking up a ball.

“yeah, one sec!” Jack replies, before focusing back on me. “you feeling okay? you seem red, maybe you should get out of the heat for a little bit.”

“i’m fine, babe!” i say, snapping out of my trance and smiling up at him. “go! before Quinn asks Luke to play instead.”

he nods, leaning down and pressing one more kiss to my cheek before jogging down the porch steps and over to Quinn.

“you really are red.” Luke pipes up, reminding me that he’s right next to me. “how are you hot already? you just came out here like five minutes ago.”

“i’m not hot.” i mutter, trying to focus back on my work.

“yes, you are. you’re so red. although it wasn’t until— oh my god.” Luke chuckles and i glance up at him.

“what?” i ask.

“you’re red because he’s shirtless.” he cackles.

“shush!” i look over to make sure Jack didn’t hear, but he’s busy dribbling the basketball. “shut up!”

“this is so funny but so gross at the same time.” Luke continues to laugh and it only makes me blush more.

“what’s so gross?” i question.

“he’s my brother!” Luke scrunches his face up in disgust but then barks out another laugh.

“shut up. i’m trying to work.” i respond, but i still don’t look at my laptop. instead i turn my gaze back to my boyfriend who runs up and down the driveway, sweat starting to drip down his bare abdomen. i watch as he fakes left before going right and throwing the ball through the hoop, then whisper to myself- “that was kind of hot.”

“oh yeah, you’re working so hard.” sarcasm practically drips from Luke’s voice.

“that’s it.” i rise to my feet, setting my laptop down on my chair and walking over to the driveway. Quinn sees me first, muttering something to Jack and jutting his chin towards me. Jack looks over his shoulder at me, and then excuses himself from the one on one game for a moment.

“what’s up, babygirl?” he asks, stopping in front of me.

“can you please…? hmmm, i don’t know. maybe put a shirt on?!” i stage whisper. he throws his head back in laughter, reaching out to grip my waist and pulling me towards him.

“am i distracting you, baby?” he teases, looking down into my eyes.

“yes.” i mumble. “and your brother is making fun of me for it.”

Jacks grin gets even wider as he glances over to Luke and then back at me.

“okay, i’ll go put a shirt on.” he snickers, dropping a kiss to my lips and then jogging back off toward the house.

“where’s he going?!” Quinn asks, exasperated.

“to put on a shirt, so that y/n can go back to her normal color ” Luke calls over in laughter. Quinn looks over at me with furrowed brows, but then joins Luke in laughter when he sees the blush splashed across my cheeks.

“you guys are so mean.”

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[stephaniebrownslover]

Annual Duck Competitions With Pastas And Tons Of Other Shit[Crack]—Part 1

I know I'm not funny but please act like I'm sooo funny because I need motivation to continue.

Also I know they're out of character and sorry for that but it's my first time to writing a crack creepypasta fic.

Let me know about your opinions and ideas!

It was a typical summer day. A heat that constantly overwhelmed people as if it wanted to melt them, a bright sun that wanted to share its joy with the world, flies that kept buzzing around and more. In summary, the residents of Slender Mansion were living an ordinary day of summer.

Jeff was just lying on the couch with no purpose, while he was kicking and pushing Ben, who was trying to play a game. Or rather, he was constantly throwing his foot towards Ben, but he was only getting increasingly angry because he couldn't get any reaction from Ben since he was used to Jeff's endless nonsense. 

Clockwork, Nina and Toby, who were as bored as Jeff in another corner of the same communal living room, were talking about a serious discussion about why it was believed that babies were brought by storks.

Because of the environment's being quiet noisy, Helen and Liu were sitting in front of the long windows where the hall on the ground floor opens to the garden. They were sharing their opinions about the Pulp Fiction movie, the last Quentin Tarantino movie they had watched. 

At a moment when no one expected, Clockwork's, who was hanging upside down from the seat, and Jeff's, who was trying to put his foot in Ben's mouth, eyes met. Two close friends, who were quite bored with the aimless situation they were in, shook their heads, almost reading each other's minds.

"Hey, fuckin' elf, stop eating my foot, I need to piss."

"Hope you'll die, you jerk!"

"But you'll miss me."

When Jeff finally managed to free his foot from between Ben's baby hands, Clockwork also told her own excuse.

"Hey look, a stork beating a crab!"

"Somebody help them!"

"I-it's not real, Nina, s-he's just try-ing to di-ditch us."

''Oh."

And Clockwork, who had managed to slip out of the way while those two were talking, walked towards to Jeff, who was making strange hand signs to her from the corner of the hallway. He was looking so stupid that she wanted to throw a punch to Jeff's face.

A friendly punch, of course.

"The fuck are you doing?"

Jeff, raising his left hand in the air, signaled Clockwork to stop. He seemed very excited and it was very obvious that he did not want to be interrupted.

"No need for shitty talk, we're here to talk business." 

Clockwork tied her sleeves together and put on a sarcastic expression.

"Get your head out of your ass, you don't have the capacity to sell drugs."

"The other business."

"Oh, right."

Jeff began to walk slowly here and there in the rather long corridor, it was dark unlike the other rooms. He had a very serious expression when he was constantly pacing, as if he needed to tell someone about a problem that he couldn't talk about. 

It was like he was going to make the biggest decision of his life.

"We must tell the others."

Clockwork spoke using an extremely soft tone of voice. She also knew that this was an extremely important situation and she didn't want to mess things up. This could be one of the biggest tasks that they shouldn't mess up; maybe even the biggest task they've ever undertaken in their lives before.

“No! I mean, no. It's too risky."

Jeff suddenly stopped walking where he was and began to look at Clockwork's face with a scared expression.

"There is no way, Jeff, if we want success in this task, then others must know!"

"There must be some other way!"

"There isn't!"

Jeff, who bent his head to the ground to avoid eye contact, muttered in a fearful way.

"What about the thing we talked earlier?"

"We can't, we've already talked the reasons!"

"We have to try!"

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

Neither Jeff nor Clockwork noticed Masky sneaking up behind them because they were both too busy yelling at each other.

Completely no different from a child who had been caught, the two murderers were looking at the proxy that entered the room. Masky, whose porcelain mask was surrounded by filth, was watching them as if waiting for an answer.

Damn it, they made too much noise, and their plans were ruined by their stupid moves, and the stupid Masky would immediately-

"Masky! Just the man I wanted to see!"

Ignoring Jeff, who extended his hand to shake hands with him, Masky walked to the Clockwork in calm but eerie silence. It was a fairly common reality for those staying at the mansion that Masky didn't have many loving thoughts for Clockwork.

He saluted with the same menacing air.

"Clockwork."

Clockwork, who received the greeting, was nervous like a cat who had seen water, there was no trace of her relaxed mood just a little earlier.

"Masky."

Annoyed that his hand was in the air while an uncomfortable silence was forming between them, Jeff lowered his hand in the hope that his foolish behavior had not been noticed. 

Jeff felt uneasy while Masky and Clockwork were busy threatening each other without needing to use words. He wanted to break this silence.

"Can you keep a secret, mysterious-masked-face?"

Masky's one eyebrow was raised in the air, questioning what he had fallen into. Keeping a secret from his master would definitely not even be the last thing he would do, but in order to find out their secret, he had to gain their trust first. He wasn't sure about the girl, but he was aware that the idiot called Jeff and he knew his mouth wasn't too tight.

This was going to be as easy as gambling with a baby.

"No, Jeff, that wasn't in the plan!"

While Clockwork was shouting with an angry expression, Jeff placed his hand on her shoulder in a reassuring manner to calm her down.

"Relax and trust me, Clocky, everything is under my control."

"If you screw this up, consider yourself dead, fucker."

Masky, who could not stand this nonsense any longer, impatiently tapped his foot on the floor.

"Spill it out."

Wearing a sincere smile, Jeff dramatically raised his hand in the air and spoke using an extremely serious sen tone.

"Tell me, Masky, have you ever wanted to be rich?"

Other parts

[engie-ivy]

(@wolfstarmicrofic No Angst, just a (maybe funny) Fluffy Wolfstar Get-Together! That I somehow managed to incorporate an olive into😂)

7th: Olive

Sirius can't go out with Dearborn because Mary is having a party. Remus just has to inform Mary about this.

You Should Tell Him

“So I asked my mother, ‘which one is it?’ I asked, ‘do you want to punish me, or do you want me to stay away from the annual family dinner?’ I told her she was being quite contradictory, and it’s either one or the other.”

“Sirius, you didn’t!” Remus laughs, and takes a sip from the cappuccino he got on his and Sirius’ daily coffee run before their last class of the day.

“I sure did!” Sirius exclaims. “So what do you thing she did? Well, she-”

“Hi there. I was hoping to run into you.”

Sirius stops walking as Caradoc Dearborn approaches them. Caradoc Dearborn, who’s looking like he’s on his way to the gym, though Caradoc Dearborn always looks like he’s on his way to the gym. He looks like the kind of guy works out every day, Remus thinks sourly.

“Oh, hey Dear.” Sirius gives Dearborn a small wave. “You know that on a day packed with classes, you’ll most likely find me where the coffee is!”

Dearborn laughs. “That I do, B.”

“B?” Remus only realises he said it out loud when Dearborn turns to look at him.

“Yeah, I figured if Sirius calls me by an abbreviated version of my last name, I should do the same for him, and there’s just something so unsexy about Bla, don’t you think?” Dearborn turns back to Sirius with a sly smile. “And anything unsexy is definitely not fitting for Sirius.”

“As opposed to the immense sex appeal of the letter B,” Remus mutters, but he’s not sure if Dearborn even hears.

“So, B,” Dearborn says. “I wanted to ask you out for a drink tonight.”

“Oh!” Sirius looks surprised, though Remus can’t understand how he didn’t know Dearborn is into him. Sirius briefly glances at Remus, who does his very best to look uninterested as he takes another sip from his drink. Sirius looks back at Dearborn. “Uhm, yeah, I suppose I-”

Remus has no idea what on earth possessed him, but before he can think better of it, he says “Mary is having a party tonight.”

Sirius blinks at him in confusion. “A party at Mary’s? Tonight?”

“Yeah,” Remus says, surprised himself at how convincing he sounds. “Did you forgot to put it in your calendar again?”

Sirius frowns and scratches his head. “I guess I must’ve.

“In any case,” Remus says. “You can’t make tonight, Mary is expecting you.”

Sirius gives Dearborn an apologetic smile. “You heard it. I’m sorry, Dear. Another time, okay?”

“Sure,” Dearborn mutters, throwing Remus an annoyed look.

Remus just smiles innocently at him, feeling very pleased with himself, until he remembers he now has to convince Mary to throw a very last-minute party.

Crackling music is playing from Mary’s laptop in the corner. On the kitchen table are a few old bottles of beer found at the back of the fridge, a couple of half-empty bottles of wine, half a loaf of bread to tear off a piece and dip in a jar of mayonnaise, and a jar of olives with some tooth picks.

Besides Remus and Sirius, Mary and her roommates Lily and Marlene are there, though none of them seems entirely pleased with that themselves. Peter, who luckily let himself get dragged out of the house to a party he knew nothing about without asking too many questions, and James, who’s always excited to go to Lily’s and is probably the only one who doesn’t seem disappointed as he’s happily dipping his bread in mayonnaise, are there. Amelia and Edgar are there, though they don’t seem to know why themselves, and the Prewett twins are there, as they always seem to manifest themselves out of thin air whenever someone mentions the word ‘party’.

“Mary!” Remus hisses. “This party is terrible!”

Mary gives him a deadly glare. “Gee, I wonder why,” she says through gritted teeth. “One would almost think I had to throw it together in an hour!” She turns on her heels and stalks off to yell at Peter for using his fingers instead of a tooth pick to pick an olive out of the jar.

A very groggy-looking Lily walks up to Remus. She’s wearing pyjama bottoms and has got her hair up in a messy bun. “I asked Mary what possessed her to keep us away from our beds for this,” she says, placing her hands on her hips. “And she told me to take it up with you. So, Remus, what the hell?!”

“Caradoc Dearborn wanted to take Sirius out tonight,” Remus says sourly.

Lily blinks at him in confusion, then understanding dawns on her face and she pinches the bridge of her nose. “Remus John Lupin,” she says slowly. “Are you telling me that the reason we’re all missing out on our vital sleep is because you don’t want Caradoc Dearborn to get into Sirius Black’s pants?”

“What else could I have done?”

“What else could you have done?” Lily asks. “What else could you have done?! You could’ve just told him you don’t want him to go out with Dearborn because you’re absolutely mad about him yourself, like you should’ve done bloody months ago!”

Remus goes pale, and Lily sighs deeply. “He’s standing right behind me, isn’t he?” She turns around to indeed find Sirius standing there, wide-eyed, frozen in place, his hand tightly gripping his beer bottle. Lily shakes her head. “You know, maybe tomorrow I’ll feel guilty about this, but right now, I’m just too damned tired to even care,” she says, before walking away.

Remus wishes the ground would swallow him up whole.

After a very awkward moment, Sirius scrapes his throat to undoubtedly have a very awkward conversation. “She does have a point, you know. It would’ve been better to tell me rather than making poor Mary go into the books as the person who threw the worst party in the history of college.”

“Yes, thank you,” Remus replies. “In hindsight, I can indeed see I made some unfortunate decisions.”

“Would’ve been more effective too.” Sirius is looking down at his beer bottle, playing with a loose corner of it’s label. “I mean, if I had known you’re interested in me like that, I wouldn’t have told Caradoc ‘some other time’.”

“What...” Remus scrapes his throat as his mouth has suddenly gone completely dry. “What would you have told him?”

Sirius looks up at Remus. “I hope I would’ve told him I’m not interested in having drinks with him ever as I’m already dating this amazing guy whom, for the record, I’m also absolutely mad about.”

“Yeah, that... that’s...” Remus swallows. “You should tell him that.” He takes a step forward closer to Sirius. “Next time you see him, you should tell him that.”

Sirius smiles and arches an eyebrow. “Should I?”

Remus leans in so that his next words are almost whispered against Sirius’ lips. “Yes, you should.”

[newtonsheffield]

After that spicy sunday 👁️👄👁️

Maybeeee... Can we see Kate giving a sexy surprise to Anthony for his first birthday together?

Hurst like heaven could be my favorite AU, it's too funny (and spicy 😏) though we don't read it yet 😂

Ahhhh Hurts like Heaven Anthony might actually never survive what Kate has planned for his first birthday. Especially given it marks a year since they'd met again.

Anthony would be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to his birthday. It was his birthday, for one, but for two he was almost sure Kate had a plan. There'd been little whispers. Conversations he'd caught the end of and little tuts when he mentioned making plans. Your Mum and the kids are throwing you a party on Friday, you know that She hummed kissing his forehead but most damming of all was the lingerie bag he'd spied in the back of their wardrobe, a childish gasp rising in the back of his throat as he took in the bag, the silver lettering shining in the light. He'd barely managed to leave the wardrobe without rifling through the tissue paper like a rabid racoon.

For once he didn't let himself wake slowly, he sat uprights as soon as his eyes shot open, smiling a little apologetically at Kate who was jolted roughly to the side with a huff.

"Sorry, I'm excited."

Kate groaned, rolling over to press a kiss against his arm the only part of him she could reach. "Why is something special happening today?"

Anthony bounced the mattress, letting himself land on top of her, grinning as she smiled at the contact. "It's a day you should be giving thanks for, Kate. The annual celebration of my birth."

Kate let out a faux gasp, "Is it?"

He nodded against her, laying with his body draped over hers, "It Is."

Kate left a quick kiss on his lips, before she pushed back against his chest until she could sit up, ruffling his hair with a sad hum. "And unfortunately when you're a big boy you have to work on your birthday. Do your little sums."

Anthony Rolled his eyes, "I do complex mathematical equations, actually."

Kate stood from the bed, tugging one of his tshirts over her naked body, obscuring it from his view. "Ooo Sexy."

Anthony caught her around the waist spinning her around until she settled between his legs, his chin resting on her shoulder, "I could be very sexy."

Kate groaned, "I don't have time for you to be sexy this morning, Honey."

Something disappointed settled in his chest, ridiculous, and petulant that Kate was brushing off his birthday. "Um, Yeah, okay."

"You're okay right? You aren't upset?" Her teeth bit into her lower lip, her fingers threaded through his hair.

He shook his head, because what else could he do? "Nope, just need you."

"Well you have that. Happy Birthday, Ant."

He told himself he wasn't disappointed all day. Wasn't sad that Edwina hadn't sent him a happy birthday text, lunch came and went without her sending him his usual birthday cookie and he just felt... sad. He felt sad.

"Hey Josie, um-"

"Anthony I am not sharing this packet of crisps with you, those sad little eyes just won't work on me." His desk mate said dryly.

"I would never lower myself to cheese and onion. Not today." Anthony groaned. "Has Edwina messaged you today? Like what's she up to?"

"I'm her roommate, not her calendar."

"I just wondered. Um- It's my birthday and... it's dumb but... this is the first time since we were fifteen that she hasn't sent me a cookie for my birthday and like... I don't know what I did or if she's okay."

Josie smiled gently, "She's sent me 13 gifs of Alexis Rose today so she's definitely okay."

And that would have to be enough.

By the time he went to leave for work, all he wanted was to go home, get into his pyjamas and sulk, honestly.

He sat at the reception desk, waiting for Kate like he always did, his chin resting on the desk as she walked towards him, so beautiful his chest was aching.

"You're pretty."

Kate chuckled, kissing the top of his head. "So are you. Sad little puppy."

Anthony sighed, "I just... I didn't have a good day. Eddie didn't answer any of my texts, and... this is stupid, can we just go home?"

Something crossed over Kate's face for a moment before she nodded, tugging on his hand. "Come on."

He took her hand, kept hold of it while Kate drive through the city, kept hold of it as they stood in the lift, Kate jittering nervously for some reason as she tugged him down the hallway, suddenly spinning back towards him as they stood outside.

"Okay, I get this has been a really shitty day today, but if I hadn't, I wouldn't have gotten to see that look on your face."

Anthony's stomach dropped, "What face?"

There was a mischievous little smile on her lips, as she threw open the door, their living room overflowing with their friends and family, waiting for him.

"Surprise!"

"That look." She chuckled, kissing him quickly through his surprise, her lips nipping at his ear before she said, "And if you check your phone, You'll see something for you to... unwrap a little later."

"Tony!" Edwina called, "Stop crying to my roommate! Your fucking cookie's over here!"

But Anthony wasn't paying attention to anyone, not even his own mother calling him over, not even Newton who Edwina had forced into a birthday hat that said Happy Borkday, he dropped his satchel and Kate's at the door, scrambling for his phone, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Oh my god." He let out a gasp as he stared down at them, several pictures, every one of them taken in her office, how he didn't know, but he could see her, sitting behind her desk in nothing but tight black lace, her feet up on the desk, her long legs stretched out as she stared at the camera, the brass nameplate shining in the sun, Miss Kate Sharma Solicitor

She'd sat, in her office, in broad daylight and posed herself in lingerie she'd bought with him in mind, for no-one but him to see.

Kate was leaning back against their kitchen counter, a smug smile on her face as she tossed her hair over her shoulder, talking to her father, but her eyes were burning into Anthony's.

"Tony, are you even listening to me?" Edwina sighed, tugging on his arm.

"Ah, no, I love you, Eddie but your sister just sent me smutty fucking pictures so no, I'm not listening to you at all."

He honestly could barely refrain from Kicking Kate's father out the front door merrily, his heart pounding as he spun around, pressed against the door, as Kate's eyes stalked him across the room, pulling him forward.

"Mr Bridgerton," Her voice was low and firm as she tugged a chair out from under the table, settling it in the middle of the room, "I heard you've been a very good boy today."

Anthony scrambled forward, practically knocking over the chair as he sat in it. "I have, I have been a very good boy today."

Kate hummed, leaning forward pressing her chest against his forehead through her blouse. "Then I suppose you deserve this then. Happy Birthday, Anthony."

And the minute the music started to play and Kate's hips started swaying right in front of him, Anthony realised he didn't actually care if no one else ever celebrated his birthday ever again. So long as Kate kept smiling at him just like this.

Also: Her tits looked incredible in that bustier and he was fairly sure, this was what happened in heaven.

[dream-beyond-the-fantasy]

Prompt-oween Day 8

@occreatorexchange

Prompt: "Can we do ugly sweaters for Halloween too or is that just Christmas?"

Fandom: The Karate Kid/Cobra Kai

Characters: Jimmy, Jenny, OCs Jesse Parker, Alyssa Morgan-Parker

Rating: G

Word Count: 520

Summary: Jesse chooses alternate spooky season apparel after deciding he's too old for costumes and trick-or-treating.

Jimmy and his wife were on the planning committee for the annual neighborhood Halloween party.  They are throwing out ideas to each other that they may present to the committee.

“Hey, Mom?  Dad?”

Jimmy and Jenny look up to see Jesse in the family room.  Jenny smiles at their middle son.

“What is it, sweetheart?” she asks.

Jesse perches on the end of the sectional.  “I’m too old for trick-or-treating,” he states.

Jenny frowns.  She knows how much the boys love the holiday.  They always have and the twins still do.  Jenny wonders if someone said something to Jesse to make him think this.  “Honey, we don’t really have age restrictions here.”

Jesse sighs.  “I know, but trick-or-treating is for little kids.  I’m not one anymore.  I mean, I still love Halloween, but I think I’ve grown out of that part.”

“Okay,” Jimmy replies.  “How do you want to celebrate Halloween?”

“Keep in mind, you can still buy and wear a costume, either at the neighborhood party, Knott’s Spooky Farm, Disney, or at school,” Jenny assures her son.

“Well, as long as the costume is compliant with the LAUSD’s rules,” Jimmy grumbles.

“Maybe,” Jesse says uncertainly.  “Speaking of the neighborhood Halloween party, I’ve been thinking… Can we do ugly sweaters for Halloween too, or is that just Christmas?”

Jimmy pretends to be offended.  “Are you calling my Christmas sweaters ugly?”

“No,” Jesse shakes his head.  But the way he drags out the last syllable is unconvincing.  “Well, not all of them,” he amends.

Jenny laughs.  “You know what, Jesse, I think you have a great idea there.  There are some funny, tacky Halloween sweaters out there, just like at Christmas.  And if people don’t want to dress up or spend money on costumes, they can still show their spooky season spirit.”

***

The neighborhood party was set for the Saturday before Halloween.  Jimmy insists that before they head out, they take a family picture.

“Do we have to?” Alyssa whines.  “I can’t believe you’ve got me wearing this,” she gestures to the pastel lavender, pink, and green sweater with black witch hats, ghosts, moons, cats, and gravestones printed on it along with the black, wide-brimmed witch hat.  “It’s bad enough that I’m going out in public like this.  Don’t torture me further with photographic proof of my humiliation.”

Jimmy pats her back.  “Sorry, sweetheart, but you’ll just have to get over it.”

“I think you look nice,” Jesse smiles sweetly at his sister.  His red hair clashes with the garish orange jack-o’lantern sweater.

She glares at them both.

“Okay, that’s enough, you two.  Let’s just take a quick picture and we can head out,” Jenny cuts in.  She has her red curls pinned up like Winifred Sanderson, which pairs nicely with her officially licensed sweater depicting the Hocus Pocus witch.

Jayden is the first to pose, happy with his orange and black pumpkin patch sweater.  The twins stand in the back, wearing zombie face makeup and Beetlejuice and skeleton sweaters, respectively.  Jimmy uses a selfie stick to ensure that he, Jenn, and all five kids are in frame.

“Alyssa, smile.”

“No.”

[disneyreactor]

Father's Day

The Muppets have their annual bring your dad to work day. All of the Muppets have their dads with him. Well, except for Miss Piggy.

Piggy sits on her couch with her knees up to her chest, her head resting on her knees. She doesn't want to go out there and see everyone with their fathers. Not since she's not able to.

She blames herself for her dad's death and to be honest, so does her mother which is why Piggy has no family like Kermit or Fozzie has.

Is she jealous? Extremely, but she won't let that show. Not now.

Uncle Deadly walks into her dressing room. "Piggly, dear, why did you show up today?"

"I don't know."

Deadly smiles sadly. "Do you wish to be alone?"

Piggy shrugs. "I'm gonna be alone anyway."

He sits next to her. "Deary, I don't care for this day. I can say the same for my father."

"I watched my daddy die, deadly," she says quietly. "I had this taken from me."

He rubbed circles to her gloved hand. "Go home, sweetheart. If the frog has any issues, he can take it up with me."

She nods and is pulled into a rare hug. She smiles sadly at him before leaving to head home.

**

Piggy is sitting at the kitchen table with her herbal tea when she hears a knock on the door. Please tell me it's not mother berating me in person. She slowly makes her way to the front door and opens it to reveal Kermit.

"Hey, Deadly told me you went home," Kermit says and steps inside her house. "Listen, I didn't get to talk to you earlier. You alright?"

"Not really," she admits. "I just miss him."

The frog nods and pulls her into a tight embrace. "My dad couldn't make it in this year. Need someone to stay with you tonight?"

Piggy nods slowly. "That would be nice."

Kermit pulls away and places a hand on her cheek. "I'm here, doll. I'm here." He presses a kiss to her forehead and leads her to her bedroom (not in the way you're thinking).

Piggy lies down on her bed and feels the dip next to her as she turns her body over to face him. She lays her head on his chest and sighs. "What about Denise?"

Kermit looks down at her. "You're my friend. I'm going to help my friends."

"And if she doesn't approve?"

"Well," he sighs. "I guess she'll live." He turns on her television and puts on her movie playlist titled Comedy Funnies.

Piggy finds herself relaxed next to the frog. Later on, she falls asleep to the sounds of the movies playing in the background.

And if she wakes up to him watching The Golden Girls in her bedroom, well, that just tops the cake.

@imtoffe

[gallavich-headcanon]

Birthday sex on the roof definitely happens! And since you like bartender AUs, I’ll bother you with a ramble-y mess of a headcanon! I like to think that Carl buys The Alibi but doesn’t make it a cop bar and winds up not being a cop himself (it’s just never made sense to me). After a while, I think Ian and Mickey wind up as sort of silent partners with him.

Ian has the customer service mindset and the ‘tell me your troubles’ face, Carl deals with drunks and regulars and “gives the place a non-felon name on the paperwork” and Mickey handles all the numbers, from accounting to inventory although he makes Carl do the computer work bc he’s adamant that the whole thing is temporary, “just til Carl gets it under control” even though it’s been over a year.

They still run Gallavich Security but now it’s out of the back of the bar, in a little office with the name on the door and everything. They’ve hired a few other almost cops that Carl recommended, and Mickey and Ian do less runs nowadays, have cleaned up things to nearly legit or as legit as they need to be to avoid any issues.

I think maybe Sandy comes back and bartends as well, constantly jokes about it being a gay bar to which Mickey replies “a gay bar named The Alibi? Why not just call it The Closet and get it over with?” but between the armed guards eating lunch at the tables and a couple of Milkoviches working the taps, no one starts shit when it actually does become a bit of a gay bar, at least in the sense that you can hit on anyone you’d like save the redheaded bartender and not get punched for it. And when Ian’s having a low day, he can crash on Carl’s couch in the apartment upstairs, watching daytime tv on mute, listening to the sounds of the South Side and knowing Mickey will be up after the lunch rush to poke and prod him into eating a sandwich.

Maybe the rest of the Milkoviches are known to drop by from time to time? Mandy at the holidays, Iggy on even more random days, maybe Jamie-the one who helped with keeping Terry from the wedding-winds up one of their guards. I’d like to think Molly pops up at some point and Ian gets to help her figure out some things, like he used to do with Gay Jesus kids. And every year, the bar closes for a private party to celebrate Mickey and Ian’s anniversary where all the Gallaghers, Milkoviches, etc. get together and hang out. 🦖

Hey 🦖 anon! Sorry it took me so long to get to you!

Yes! I don’t think Carl should be a cop. Also the alibi? A cop bar? OVER MINE AND MICKEY’S DEAD BODY. “Carl, you are not turning the bar I came out in into a pigs bar! What’s next? You’ll make it a pussy lover only bar? No fucking way”

sorry about that.

Mickey being his business savvy self? Hell yes! Also I have a feeling Ian would love to give people relationship advice but would suck at it so bad. Like “oh really? This reminds me the time that my husband and I…” and would just end up talking about his and Mickey’s relationship.

I’ve seen it before in a couple of fics (some bartender AUs, some not) that Mickey is the surprisingly the best guy to get relationship advice from. He’s romantic, doesn’t beat around the bush, will tell you the truth and genuinely has good tips.

a few other almost cops that Carl recommended -> hahaha why is that so funny to me? Also Ian and Mickey running their security business like bosses? Yes, please! Do they share a desk? Do they share a chair? (Aka Ian sitting down with Mickey on his lap?) do they still fight about who is the boss boss?

THE CLOSET hahahahahah this is pure gold 🦖 Anon!

Oh my god this is such a sweet AU! The milkovich’s joining the bar and coming to visit! It’s like Ian and Mickey’s relationship just blended those two families together 💗 this is making me feel things.

Not the annual anniversary party! You’re killing me with fondness! This is so fucking cute! I want this to be real!

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#5

Incorrect quote

Y/n: *imitating Crowley * you are so lucky I am so gracious and wonderful, so benevolent.

Ace:*snickering* truly. You are even more benevolent that the great sea witch herself.

Azul,who's in the room:....... I'm right here you know

Based on a convo with a friend

88 notes - Posted December 8, 2022

#4

Could I have Malleus for prompt 3?? It'd be really cute having them trying to figure it out together

The icing on the dragon

Day nine: prompt 3: making a gingerbread house. Malleus draconia x reader

Cw

An

Another staple of the winter holiday season, is making gingerbread houses. Big, small, amature or professional, it doesnt matter, a gingerbread house is a gingerbread house. And it was no different for night raven college.

Now, night raven college has an annual gingerbread house making competition. For the past three years, trey and his team has won each time. But y/n was hoping to change that. And for help with that, they recruited their dragon fae partner…

…who has never made a gingerbread house.

“Why can i not use magic child of man, the other teams will be.”

“Because, tsuno tarou, we should make it from scratch, with our hands. It may not turn out the best, but the judges will see that it was made with love.” malleus shook his head, but would comply with his partner.

Now, without much experience, making a gingerbread house can be tough. And it was no different for the dark fae prince of briar valley.

Hands covered in icing, he groaned as the roof fell off, yet again. “Child of man, this is a mighty difficult task. What is the reward you hope to receive from doing this all by hand?”

“Well, tsunotarou,” they hummed, and put some icing from their finger on his nose. “I wanted to have fun making something with you. “ the dragons eyes widened and he looked at his nose, before smiling and looking at his partner.

“Truely you do have no fear child of man. “ he smiled, pulling them closer with his icing covered hands on their shoulders. “But thats what i love about you. Ill try more, just for you.”

They did no end up winning, but before the building was over they ended up both covered in icing.

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-queer.lord

Sorry for it being late yet again, but i hope it was good enough. Malleus may be out of character, but i tried. I hope you enjoyed, requests are still open, you can find the prompt list HERE and the masterlist HERE. and ill be uploading another today, so see you then

90 notes - Posted December 10, 2022

#3

I would like to request prompt 8 with Ace!!🤭

Mistletoe Menace

Day one: prompt 8 “stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe” ace trappola x reader

Cw: mistletoe, tricks. Mostly funny

Authors note: welcome to the first day of  A Very Twisted Christmas, hope you enjoy it!

The holidays, a lovely time, and full of traditions and magic. Snow was on the ground and tinsel was being thrown around. Along with all of the other traditions, the mistletoe was hung all around.

Now we have no idea why that would be, seeing as it's a school, but who knows. It seemed likely that Crowley would be shipping his students. 

Or maybe it was Cater, he also seemed to be a likely culprit. 

Whoevers fault it was, it was now y/ns problem. Having to duck out of the way of the mistletoe, just to be cautious. Though it seemed, someone didn't get the memo. 

“Hey n/n! Come look at this thing on the ground!”

“Hey n/n! There's a hole in the floor, and deuce fell down it! Come look!” deuce was not pleased in being used as a ploy, especially since he was standing next to y/n.

“Hey n/n! Come get your notebook” the redhead waved it. And y/n shook their head, opting to go without the notebook until he gave in and gave it back.

“n/n! Come look at this!” y/n, did not in fact, go and look at it, and walked the other way.

Ace then came up with more, shall we say, daring tactics.

“Trappola stop running in the hall- why the heck do you have a beanie with mistletoe attached to it???” y/n did not come out from hiding behind Vil the rest of the day. Who was not having any of the card's antics.

“Spudling, if your gonna try to get a kiss, at the bare minimum do not wear a potato brown hat while doing so”

“Ace, what are you doing with my shampoo?” The boy looked meek, getting caught in the act. 

“...putting mistletoe in it?” 

“Get out.”

–

“We will not throw a hedgehog with mistletoe attached to it so you can trick y/n into kissing you, ace!” Trey shook his head. Cater was down. But Trey put his foot down.

“Ace, you gotta stop trying to get me under the mistletoe” y/n finally sighed, exasperated. Ace huffed.

“Well, stop dodging all my attempts!” y/n shook their head. 

“You know you didn't have to try and trick me under it, right?”

“.... what?” Y/N shook their head, before approaching the red head. 

“Now try looking up, trappola” the boy looked up, making an o on his face. Right above them, was indeed, mistletoe. y/n smiled and kissed his cheek. “Merry christmas ace” they hummed, before darting off. It took a moment for the boy to register what happened. Before chasing after y/n.

“Get back hear you- you mistletoe menace!”

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Short, but sweet, and pretty funny. Thanks to the anon who requested this, and I hope you enjoyed it. Welcome to  A Very Twisted Christmas , and I hope day one was satisfactory!

-queer.lord

92 notes - Posted December 1, 2022

#2

Didnt know wherelse to go pt2

Prompt:

Looking up at the boys, swaying slightly as they’re close to passing out, mumbling “..didnt know where else to go…” the collapsing into their arms

y/ns sick, and after dark on a week off school, appears at the entrance of the boys dorms, before passing out.

Characters:riddle, ace, jade, vil, silver, floyd, rook, sebek

a/n: the first one was very highly received and liked, so i figured id do another one cause i dont have time yet again, but still wanted to write again

Heacannons below the cut

Riddle

He was finishing up making sure everything was taken care of for the next day, the unbirthday party, when you stumbled in.

He nearly scolded you for coming so late without warning, before taking a look at you.

He can immediately tell your sick, hes studying to be a doctor after all.

You mutter your line, before passing out onto the floor.

well actually he quickly slid to catch you, but he will never admit it and no one witnessed it

He picks you up and carries you to his room, so his noisy, nosey dormmates would leave you alone

He has the medications that you would need in his room, for studying, so hes all set.

Covers you with another blanket, sitting in the chair in his room.

Thats where youll find him when you wake up, though it seems hes dozed off.

Will nurse you back to health, while lightly scolding you, telling you to take better care of yourself and not to get sick again, cause he wont be taking care of you again

He totally will be though

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137 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Didn't know where else to go

Prompt:

Looking up at the boys, swaying slightly as they’re close to passing out, mumbling “..didnt know where else to go…” the collapsing into their arms

y/ns sick, and after dark on a week off school, appears at the entrance of the boys dorms, before passing out.

Characters: idia, epel, ruggie, jack, leona, deuce, azul, kalim, trey, malleus and lilia (a few of my faves essentially.)

a/n: i wanted to create something for you all, but im not feeling the best (mostly just dizzy, dont worry to much) so this is a fluffy comfort headcannons thing for me, but if you want i can do a part 2 (minus jamil,)

All of these are both platonic or romantic, you can definitely decide for yourself,

Headcannons below the cut

Deuce:

The shock on his face when he sees you exit the mirror, bundled in a ragged blanket from ramshackle, was already too much, much less you passing out.

Immediately catched you however he can and rushed back into the dorm house, shouting, which had agitated riddle

Until he saw you in that state and allowed deuce a pass.

Kicks everyone off the couch to lay you there

Riddle had trey get some medication, while helping out brew some tea for you.

Deuce was very frantic, staying with you, and was trying to wake you before cater stopped him, saying you needed to sleep to get better.

When you wake up, its dark, and your warm, bundled in a better blanket,

Riddle had made everyone go to sleep on time, but deuce stayed with you.

When you look around and attempt to sit up, you see him sitting on the floor by the couch

The movement jolted him out of his thoughts, making you stay laying down for a bit.

You heart warmed slightly at his efforts,

He basically nursed you back to health, with the help of his dormmates. (ace was keeping an eye on grim for you, the sweetheart)

Lots of cursing crowley for letting this happen to you

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227 notes - Posted November 6, 2022

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[bbangsoonie]

rekindle

member: sunwoo genre: fluff word count: 1,207 synopsis: a valentine’s day matchmaking survey turns out to be more than just a fundraiser.

for the make or break collab

“Alright, my lovely group of friends who I cherish very much,” Eric dramatically slammed a pile of papers onto your desk.

Jaehyun groaned at the sight of the pink title on the paper.

“That stupid matchmaking survey again?” you raised a brow.

“Hey, it’s an annual fundraiser that the student council holds,” Eric said as he handed a form to each of his friends. “And it’s an opportunity to find yourself a valentine.”

“It’s only a couple of dollars,” Juyeon shrugged as he reached into his bag for his wallet.

You sighed, knowing there was no way out this year. You had already bailed on Eric last year, not wanting to spend money on some dumb statistical pairing. There was no way you were going to find the love of your life at IST High.

As if he could read your mind, Eric gently shoved a pen into your hand.

“I know you think it’s not worth it but please? For me? And for our school’s spring dance?” he pouted. He didn’t know that you didn’t find his puppy eyes cute at all. But it was funny to see him try.

“I’m telling you, Sohn Youngjae is the student council’s one and only asset,” you rolled your eyes as you began to fill out the form.

A few weeks passed and you forgot all about the survey until the morning of February 14. Your mind was occupied as you stared out the window, appreciating the pretty flurry of snow.

That was, until Eric demanded all attention at the front of the classroom.

“Alright, singles, are you ready to mingle?”

You snorted at the corny one-liner that he probably spent a lot of time coming up with. He shot you a sarcastic glare before returning to his purpose.

“The results of the Valentine’s day matchmaking survey are out! May you all find your very own high school sweetheart,” he winked.

You looked through your results without much expectation. You honestly thought you might get paired up with Jacob or Sangyeon, due to the compatibility of your friendships.

So you were surprised to see a name you hadn’t spoken of or spoken to in years.

Kim Sunwoo.

You two had dated for a month back in middle school. But it was an immature puppy love relationship that barely held relevance in high school. Or at least, to you it didn’t.

“No way,” Jaehyun gasped as he snatched the paper out of your hands.

Eric peaked at the results and snickered. He wasn’t as oblivious as you when it came to Sunwoo glancing at you during lunch time or looking for you in the crowd every time he shot a goal in a soccer game.

“What did I tell you? This fundraiser is the perfect cupid,” he said smugly.

“Whatever, it doesn’t even mean anything,” you brushed off the teasing but couldn’t ignore the giggles that arose when Haknyeon walked in.

He had his eyes set on one person as he walked straight up to a girl who was sitting in the back of the classroom. She looked up and her cheeks tinted pink when she realized it was the guy she had been having a fling with for weeks.

“I guess this is the push I needed to finally ask you to be my valentine,” Haknyeon sheepishly confessed, eliciting squeals and cheers from your classmates.

Eric had a knowing look on his face as the two walked out to have a more private conversation.

“Okay, so one couple that was already on the brink of dating came out of this thing,” you huffed.

“Well, here comes your man,” Jaehyun awkwardly coughed as he and Juyeon moved to make way for your ex.

Your jaw nearly dropped seeing Sunwoo in front of you. Holding his results that printed your name.

He did that thing that you always found adorable and made your heart skip a beat. That thing where his round eyes blinked as he adjusted his bangs to see better. And his nervous habit of tugging at his sleeves to make sweater paws.

“I just wanted to see if you also got me as your match,” he said.

You didn’t know what you expected him to say but it certainly wasn’t that. And you definitely didn’t expect that to be the end of the talk.

Dumbfounded, you watched as he turned around and left after confirming that he was indeed your statistical match. Your friends were just as confused as they struggled to comprehend the situation.

“Well, he was always a bit of an oddball,” Juyeon attempted to clear the weird atmosphere.

Juyeon wasn’t wrong about that. At all.

During gym period, he lingered around wherever you were but never approached close enough to actually talk to you. But close enough to block a volleyball from hitting you.

He didn’t make eye contact with you during lunch but left a bunch of snacks on your desk for you to find when you returned to class. With a note that read, “I didn’t know if your tastes had changed so I just got one of everything.”

Before you could find him after dismissal to demand an answer as to why he was being so different all of a sudden, he was waiting for you by the door first.

You agreed to talk on the rooftop and followed him up the stairs, ignoring the teasing looks that your friends gave you.

The two of you stood in awkward silence until he finally blurted out a confession.

“I know that you and most people probably consider our middle school relationship as something that “doesn’t count”. Because we were young and it barely lasted a month. But to me, you were the first person I genuinely liked and my first girlfriend and I never really lost feelings for you,” he rambled on, not giving you a chance to reply.

“I still find myself ordering your favorite ice cream flavor and holding my breath whenever you pass by. But because we don’t talk anymore, I become curious about how you’ve changed. I wonder if you still only eat the bread of a cake and not the frosting. I worry when I see you have a troubled expression and get sad that I can’t ask if you’re okay. The only thing I can do is secretly admire you from afar. But like, not in a creepy way.”

You couldn’t hold back the chuckle that escaped your lips. Kim Sunwoo really hadn’t changed much.

“And you’re just now saying all this because of the survey..?”

“When I saw that you were my valentine match, I was dying to see if I was also yours,” he admitted. “And with the way I acted today, I figured that I already exposed myself. I just needed to make myself clear so as to not confuse you.”

“Well,” you paused. “I still hate frosting but my favorite ice cream flavor isn’t mint chocolate anymore. It’s cookies and cream.”

It took a moment for him to process the implication of your words. When it finally registered, he beamed and rushed to write it down in his notes app.

“This doesn’t mean that we’re dating again by the way,” you clarified. “Yet.”

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[gallusrostromegalus]

So did Misha ever actually SPEAK during the phone call in the chapter where Sergei is on his way to attempt to wake Seto up, or was it one of those 'one-sided but the other person reads the silent one really well/just knows what they mean somehow'-situations? Also if you got any more Sergei and/or Misha-lore please share.

Sergei has never actually noticed that Misha doesn't 'Talk'. He knows Misha doesn't talk to Other People, at least aloud- Misha is perfectly capable of communicating by text and usually does any writing-related tasks for the pair of them, because he enjoys it and because Sergei has very bad Dyslexia and spells like it.

Sergei literally found Misha in the woods as a teenager while trying to deliver a bunch of pirozhoki (like a large filled crossaint, or hand pie) for the Russian version of Doordash. Misha stole the pirozhok off him and told Sergei to do a funny dance if he wanted it back, mostly because he was bored and wanted someone to play with. Sergei, not entirely a fool, asked Misha what he meant, and Misha demonstrated. "Aha! It is *I* who have tricked *YOU* into doing a funny dance, now you must eat the pirozhok!" and Misha went What? but agreeably shared the delicious fucking pastry with Sergei, who was also bored and lonely and wanted someone to play with. Sergei's boss at the time started texting him about if he missed one more delivery he was fired, and Sergei essentially went "Actually, Fuck This Job, I Wanna Hang Out With This Weirdo Instead." and they've been inseperable since.

Misha's appearence is fearsome and terrible to most people, and he is also intensely private and doesn't like people Knowing Things about him, so he wears many layers of clothing to obscure his appearence whenever he has to be around strangers.

Marik walked in on Misha before he was fully dressed once, went "Oh hey that's where I left my phone!", grabbed it, waved to them, and left. It was on that day that they decided they were Ride-Or-Die for this Beautiful Idiot.

Odion was Formally Introduced to Misha's Face shortly thereafter and was understanding that most people would not Handle That Well, and that he was welcome to have his face exposed whenever he wanted because The Ghouls are not Most People. That's very kind of you but Absolutely Not. replied Misha. The sight of me will kill Hodgekiss on the spot, and then we will not have a forklift operator and Marik will be Sad. "Unfortunately, I think you're right."

Sergi is extremely far-sighted and has to wear contacts for it, which annoys him. He's also the only Member of the Ghouls shorter than Marik. Marik is 5'2", Sergei is 5'1", which annoys him even more.

Misha's hobby is Knitting but he doesn't take it on jobs because if a project gets burnt or stained or sent to the shadow realm it really depresses him. Seto doesn't know it yet, but he has been added to the Christmas List and will be annually recciving assorted knitwear for the rest of his life.

[greyeyedmonster-18]

good things take time

“I’m short.”

Sirius tilted his head, “You’re growing, Harry.”

“Yeah but I’m still short,” he mumbled, “Ron’s taller now, even Hermione is and I’m tired of waiting. It’s embarrassing.”

Sirius made a noise of understanding. That’s what this was about. Not about a tie or a piece of clothing at all. It was about being in a room full of other teenagers who were all going through growth spurts and Harry was falling behind.

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It was Christmas Eve at the Potter-Lupin-Black household and Remus and Sirius were tucked away in their bedroom getting ready for their home to be flooded with noise and guests at the annual holiday dinner they hosted. They were in their bathroom, sharing kisses between comments and snogging sessions between belt buckles, relishing moments of quiet before their home was filled with hoards of teenagers and chatty adults, when their bedroom door flew open, an audibly huffy Harry passing the threshold without a knock.

“Woa, hey,” Remus recovered first, pulling away from Sirius as his partner sorted out his trousers, walking into the bedroom to see Harry standing there with a tie in his hands and a scowl on his face, “You really need to knock, Harry, that could’ve been...catastrophic for you.”

Harry’s sour expression deepened, “We have people coming, you know. I don’t think now is the time to be shagging.” Sirius snorted from the bathroom as he finished tucking in his shirt, walking to where his husband was now inhaling deeply. Having a teenager, as much fun as Sirius thought it was, was proving to be a lesson in patience and Remus had a very short fuse when it came to back-talk. 

“Did you need something?” Remus asked calmly, “Or are you just here to give us attitude because I might request that wait a few days. Boxing day is much more appropriate for sass.”

Harry rolled his eyes, with all the annoyance the fourteen year old could, “I don’t understand why we have to dress up for this thing. Every year. It’s not like the Weasleys care, or the Tonks or bloody anyone.”

“I dunno, Andromeda might care a bit,” Sirius offered, putting his hand on Remus’ back. Harry undeniably looked like James, but in the moments where he put on a challenge, Sirius saw nothing but Lily. He saw it in the way Harry’s chin jutted out and the way he would fold his arms; he saw it in the way he didn’t back down even when he knew he was wrong. Which was perhaps why Sirius had been sifting through more of the arguments since Harry had drifted into his teens, having had more practice diffusing Lily Evans who had a temper to match her hair. 

“She’s one person,” muttered Harry, looking down at his sock-clad feet, “It’s stupid.”

“I might agree with you,” Sirius nodded.

“Then why do we do it? You’re the one’s hosting, you can make the rules...just change it and we can all wear jeans or whatever...” 

“I had no idea you were so passionate about clothing, Harry.” Sirius said, “Should I write Witch Weekly and see if they have an opening for a columnist?” 

Harry looked up at his godfather, spitting image of his mother, “Piss off, you’re not funny.”

“Harry James, please watch your mouth,” Remus said mildly.

“Why? You don’t.” 

Remus cleared his throat, a breath away from walking away from the situation to leave Sirius with his teenager, “Is there something we can help you with?”

“No, I’m just whinging.” Harry replied sarcastically and beside him Remus looked up at the ceiling. Sirius kissed Remus on the side of the face, before taking a seat on the chest at the foot of their bed. 

“You’re doing an excellent job, kid,” Remus responded nodding slowly, “Unfortunately, I didn’t schedule for it, so if you do decide you need something from me, I will be in the bathroom, just there, finishing with my own stuffy preparations.” Remus separated from Sirius, walking into the bathroom, Harry bristling slightly at the lack of response from Remus. The parenting books said not to engage in arguments and Harry was irritated even further that he didn’t have anyone to fight with, knowing he could usually get a rise out of Remus for being disrespectful. 

“Do you want some help with that?” asked Sirius gesturing to the tie in Harry’s hands after a few moments of silence and sitting, watching his teenager shuffle on his feet.

“No.” Harry said but moved closer to Sirius with a hefty sigh anyway, handing him the black tie in his hand. “Still think it’s a load of bullocks...you say all the time you don’t like dressing up... I don’t understand why we do it.”

Sirius smiled a little, sitting up so he could put the tie around his godson’s neck and under the collar of his burgundy shirt, “You’re right, I’m not the biggest fan of it either...but it’s tradition.”

“Why?”

“Your grandmother, actually.” Sirius smiled softly, well-practiced hands adjusting Harry’s tie and going through the motions of knotting it, “Your Dad would’ve worn sweatpants and t-shirts every day of his life if he could. He...was active and liked to be able to move in his clothing. He tried on a pair of my jeans once and it was hysterical.”

“Really?”

Sirius nodded, smiling at the memory, “He said they were too tight,” he said, “Anyway...your grandmother didn’t care, except for Christmas Eve. She and your grandfather would host these dinners and invite their friends and she said it was the one day the entire year she would ask your Dad to dress up. And... we did. Because it made her happy. And...I’d like to think it still makes her happy by upholding the tradition.”

“Oh.” Harry said mutely, the wind deflating from his sails as Sirius turned his collar over the tie, before putting his hands down on his thighs, “Thanks...I leave my school ones knotted.”

“I always did too.” but Harry continued to stand there, “Something else? I’ll put on your shoes for you if you’d like.”

“No,” Harry shook his head but his eyes met Sirius’, “How tall was my Dad? You know when...he was fourteen?”

“Mmm...probably about your height I would guess.”

“I’m short.”

Sirius tilted his head, “You’re growing, Harry.”

“Yeah but I’m still short,” he mumbled, “Ron’s taller now, even Hermione is and I’m tired of waiting. It’s embarrassing.”

Sirius made a noise of understanding. That’s what this was about. Not about a tie or a piece of clothing at all. It was about being in a room full of other teenagers who were all going through growth spurts and Harry was falling behind. 

“Good..things take time.” Sirius offered, “Remus was also very late to grow, and he turned out alright. Your Dad grew, and so will you. I promise.”

“Did you?”

“No,” Sirius told him, “I’ve always thought my ancestor made deals with the devil to give us strong genetics...but it was in exchange for being rotten people, which is a lot harder to unlearn.”

“I dunno. I think I’d take my chances with being a shit person if it meant I could reach the top of the tree...” Harry said and Sirius laughed quietly, hearing his husbands sigh from the bathroom.

“You, my love, have cashed in your blasphemy bank for the week.” Sirius teased, putting a hand on the side of Harry’s face, “And you might just have to trust me on this one.”

Harry sighed, and Sirius could feel him lean into the hand on his face a little, “Promise? What if I’m a short specky-git for the rest of my life?”

“Then, I will track down some ancient troll who casts spells and have them make you a terrible person in exchange for height and perfect eyesight. Or, I’ll chop off my legs and have St. Mungo’s give them to you. Sound good?”

“You have weird tattoos on them, though.” Harry made a face.

“Weird?” gasped Sirius in mock offense, “What part about a make-shift numerology puzzle is weird? If I ever get bored, I have a built in game on my ankle.”

“Weird.” Harry shrugged, finally cracking a smile, “Thanks.”

“Anytime.” he said standing up, moving to kiss Harry on top of his messy hair. 

“Do...you think I could see pictures sometime? Do you have any? Of Christmas parties with my grandma?” he asked looking up at Sirius

“We have so many. Why...don’t you go finish getting dressed, and I will meet in you in the kitchen with a few. Yeah? I haven’t looked at them in some time either.” Harry’s smile increased finally, the scowl off his face, shifting from Lily to James with a single expression as he walked out of the room quickly. 

Sirius chuckled a little going to the bathroom where Remus had been listening, now properly dressed himself, brown leather shoes and all.

“Sirius Black teenager whisperer,” Remus told him, putting his hands around Sirius’ waist, “I think he was my kid for the past five years, but now he is definitely yours. Until he’s eighteen. Sound alright?” 

“Mhmm...” Sirius kissed him softly, “...Do you see Lily sometimes?”

“All the time, love. All the time.” 

“And...we’re also in agreement we’re never going to tell him how much we made fun of James for being shorter, right?” Sirius added, “I’m going to need a second just to get all my laughs out...he would get so upset when we put things just out of his reach...”

Remus grinned, “I will take that to my grave.”

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warnings/tags: dom!Jaehyun sub!reader, fanfic, smut; cursing, hook up, fingering, cunninilingus, unprotected sex, cream pie

summary: a chance meeting while shopping for bathing suits turns your summer vacation a little hotter

word count: 4.4k (help)

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this was interesting to write as the beginning and ending are based off of separate dreams this time, so hopefully I was able to link them in a way that made sense. please enjoy!!

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"How does this look?" You asked your friend Jamie, holding a skimpy neon bikini set to your body. 

It was the first full day of your annual summer beach trip with your bestie, and you'd arrived in the seaside town you always traveled to late last night. After eating a mediocre breakfast provided by your hotel, the two of you had headed to a nearby mall to buy new swimsuits. She'd had luck finding one relatively quickly. But the reason you were still there, on the second story of a large department store several hours later, was because you had yet to. 

She made a face. "No offence, but it's not really your style..."

Sighing, you put it back on the rack. "I know."

Rounding the stand that contained the bikini you'd just put back, you briefly glanced over at the neighboring section, which had swim trunks. Movement had caught your eye, caused by three guys walking through. You barely even paid attention to them at first glance, but the one in the back caught your eye, and you did a double take. 

At this second glance, you saw they were all young, probably close to your age, and very attractive. 'Are they models?' You wondered. But again, it was the one behind the first two that really made you look on in awe. He had muted fluffy purple hair that covered his forehead, and dark eyes that shone like diamonds even from this distance. His soft features and perfect skin made you wonder if he was an angel. His thin white shirt hugged what was probably toned muscle underneath. When the taller of his two friends said something funny, he smiled and oh my God, he had the cutest dimples. 

At that moment, he shifted his eyes up and saw you standing there, staring. Like a deer caught in headlights you froze, embarrassed as fuck you'd been caught. But his smile only widened, and he gave you a slight nod in greeting. 

Ripping your gaze away, you acted like nothing had happened and tried to return to shopping. 

"Oh wow y/n, you saw those guys right?" Jamie exclaimed, following you. "Now that's what I'd call eye can-"

You interrupted her, face flushed, by holding up a pale blue gingham bikini. "What about this?"

Before she could answer, her eyes focused on something behind you, mouth falling open slightly. A deep voice then responded to your question. "I think it looks cute."

You whipped around, only to come face to face with the man you couldn't keep from staring at. Your eyes widened and you gulped, startled. Up close, he was simply breathtaking. Literally; you felt your breathing become strained as your heart pounded in your chest. 

"Th- Thank you, um..?" You stuttered before taking a deep breath.

"Jaehyun." He answered. 

"Ah, Jaehyun." Damn, even his name was cute. You gave him a shaky smile. "So I should get it?"

"Definitely." He encouraged. He then looked to Jamie, who'd been speechlessly watching the exchange. "What do you think?"

Turning around, you waited to see her response. After looking between the two of you for a couple of seconds, she grinned and gave a thumbs up. You weren't sure if she was approving of the bathing suit or... 

"Hey, what are you guys doing the rest of today?" Jaehyun asked. 

"Oh, not much." You replied quickly, not planning to elaborate. 

"We'll just be at the beach!" Jamie said louder and at the same time, speaking over you. "Wanna come with?"

You gave her a look, trying to shut her up. She looked back at you as if to say 'what?'

He smiled. "Sure. Let me ask the boys if it's okay with them."

He beckoned the two of them over, who didn't hesitate to comply. Jamie introduced you and her to the group, as you were still majorly distracted by the million thoughts running through your head. The tallest of the three then introduced himself as Johnny, a friendly guy with a round face and sculpted arms that were on full display thanks to the tank he wore. The other was Mark, who shyly said hi to you and Jamie. He had a boyish and youthful aura about him that made you immediately assume he was the youngest. They both readily agreed to head to the beach. 

Still not fully registering what had just happened, you walked to the check out in a near trance and bought your swimsuits. Then you exited the mall, and made your way to the parking lot. Jaehyun went to get his car while the rest of you waited at Jamie's. When he pulled up, the guys got in. After quickly entering her car with her, Jamie pulled out of the parking lot and followed them as they lead the way to the beach.

"Y/n, you okay?" She asked, taking her eyes off the road for a split second to glance at your face. Your prolonged silence had prompted her to speak.

You removed yourself from your racing thoughts. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just surprised."

She grinned. "Well, today's not gonna be boring, that's for sure. It'll be a lot more eventful than if we'd hung out at the beach by ourselves."

You nodded in agreement. You knew there wasn't much harm in doing this - there would be plenty of people on the beach around you - they couldn't try anything. And besides, you didn't even get those vibes from them. That wasn't what made you uneasy. It was the thought of spending a day at the beach with such attractive guys that made the tips of your ears turn pink and your heart rate increase. You just prayed you wouldn't say or do something utterly embarrassing. 

Jamie drove into the public beach parking behind their car, parking a few spaces away from them. Exiting the car, you and her first made your way to the bathrooms to change. This beach was well maintained, a stone walkway lead to them and then continued on and up to a wide bridge that arched over the barrier dunes and then down onto the sand. Palm trees provided shade, which was made good use of as it seemed wherever a tree cast a shadow there was a cool bench to sit. 

Locking yourself into a stall in the women's bathroom, you undressed and then pulled on your brand new swimsuit. Thankfully, despite not being able to try it on in the store, it fit extremely well. The gingham pattern, pale blue color, and small ruffles on the waistband and straps made you conclude this was the cutest bikini you'd ever seen. Exiting the stall, you briefly peered into the mirror above the sinks to pull your hair into two low pigtails. 

Turning back around, you found Jamie standing there in her new suit, smiling at you. 

"Ready y/n?" She asked. 

You took a breath before replying. "Yep."

Arm in arm, you walked out to meet the boys, who'd already changed and were standing there waiting, beach bags in hand. Johnny got excited as he spotted you both and practically ran towards beach, Mark trying to keep up with him. Jaehyun looked unbothered as he stayed behind to walk at a normal pace with you. By the time you'd crossed over the sand dunes and strolled onto the beach, Mark and Johnny had already found a good place a little ways away to set up. They'd brought two large towels, big enough for multiple people to sit on, and had spread them out over the sand.

Jaehyun sat down on one, then patted the ground next to him, motioning for you to sit next to him. After a few seconds of contemplation you complied, folding your legs to the side as you still kept a couple feet of distance from him. Jamie sat down with Johnny and Mark on the other towel. 

For the next hour or so, the five of you talked about various topics in an effort to learn more about each other. Gradually, you loosened up as you got used to their company. Johnny and Mark were college friends of Jaehyun's, who'd came into town a few days before you to visit him where he now lived on the coast. Funnily enough, the two boys were staying in the same hotel as you and Jamie while they did so - it was the closest to Jaehyun's apartment.

Noon came and went, and the air continued to heat up around you until it was unbearable. You looked out at the ocean water longingly,  but didn't want to leave by yourself, and the others seemed to be having such a great time...

Glancing over at you, Jaehyun made a suggestion. "Who's up for the water?" 

Despite your assumptions, the agreement was unanimous. As one, you all rose and ran towards the rolling sea, chasing each other. Diving into the waves, you ran out until the water was up to your waist. Johnny swam out farther than any of you, while Jamie and Mark stayed in slightly shallower water. 

You heard the sound of someone sloshing around in the water directly behind you. Spinning around, you were met with his chest - his white shirt was now wet and you could see some of the muscles through it - as your eyes widened and you looked up into Jae's eyes. He smiled down at your face, less than a foot away, dimples on full display. 

"Hi." He said in a way that made your heart melt. Then: "Feel better?" 

"Y- yeah, it was really hot before." Your words betrayed your body - being in the water wasn't cooling you off at all anymore. 

You stood there for a few awkward moments in silence, not knowing what to say. 

"Um-" You began. 

"Woah y/n look out!" He cut you off, sudden panic on his face as he closed the small distance between the two of you.

Suddenly, a large wave crashed into your back. It pushed you straight into the only thing that would keep you standing - his body. Instinctively, you gripped onto his shirt tightly so you didn't fall, tugging it towards you. He didn't hesitate to wrap his strong arms around your waist to steady you. Only after the wave had passed did you realize what you'd done, quickly releasing the fabric from your hands. But he didn't let go. 

"Are you okay?" He asked, worry in his tone.

You nodded, heart pounding loudly in your ears. However, you were shaking slightly. 

He began leading you back towards the shore, not convinced. Stumbling onto the hot sand, he guided you back to the towels, sitting you down once you got there. Getting a smaller towel, he wrapped it around you so you could dry off, then he sat down next to you. 

You looked at him, embarrassed. "You can go back if you want, I'll be fine here."

"No, I'm good." He leaned back a bit. "I'm not much of a swimmer anyways."

He then lifted his arm and ran his fingers through his damp hair, brushing it back off his forehead. You gulped, incredibly bothered by the motion. 

He looked at you with a slight smirk. "Thirsty?"

"Yeah." You replied. 

Smirk widening, he handed you an unopened water bottle. You drank, trying desperately to calm down. 

Jamie ran up to you, Mark following close behind. "Y/n are you okay?" She asked, confused and concerned. "What happened?"

You explained without including the details that made you blush when you thought of them. She sat on the towel next to you, deciding not to go back out. Mark followed suit and shortly after Johnny joined you again when he realized everyone was out of the water.

After a bit, you began to get hungry and got up to try and find some food. Luckily, there was a food truck nearby with some cheap lunch. Returning to the towels, you ate in relative silence as the sun moved slowly west overhead. The rest of the afternoon was spent walking, playing with a frisbee, and sunbathing. You noticed Jaehyun seemed to be keeping you within a few feet of him the entire time, never leaving you alone or with the others. Even when you went back out with Jamie into the shallow water, he followed - even though he tried to appear like he wasn't. 

            .•°•. ♡ .•°•. ♡ .•°•. ♡ .•°•.

Once the sun went down, everything was packed up and taken back to the cars. You threw back on your shorts from earlier before heading to a nearby bar, open to the sea and cool night air. It was already crowded with many tourists, and once you entered you quickly lost sight of the others,  later catching a glimpse of Jamie talking to Johnny off to the side with a drink in hand. 

Seeing the bar, you made your way over to it by yourself and sat on one of the barstools. You beckoned the bartender over to order your drink. 

"What can I get for you?" She asked, polishing a glass. 

"A margarita please." you answered.

She then looked at the seat next to you. "And you sir?"

"A margarita for me too, thanks." A familiar voice answered. 

You turned around in your seat to face Jaehyun, blinking at him.

He smiled and nodded in greeting, those adorable dimples reappearing on the corners of his mouth. Feeling your face heat up, you quickly turned to look at the bartender as she made your identical drinks. 

You cleared your throat a little. "So... you like margaritas too?"

He chuckled softly at your attempt to break the awkwardness. "Truthfully, I've never tried one. Thought tonight was good first time."

You could feel his eyes on you, boring into your soul in an attempt to get your attention. When you couldn't take it any longer and tilted your head to look at him, his eyes immediately met yours. A slight smirk spread across his lips.

When your drinks were served, he was the first to take a sip, eyes not leaving you for a millisecond. You drank and shifted in your seat, fully aware of how he was checking you out as his eyes began to roam. You wondered if maybe you should've put on a shirt over your bikini top to cover yourself better. But that thought was quickly dismissed as a new one took its place. You liked it - the way his attention was focused on no one but you. There were plenty of other hot girls there that night,  but he paid them no mind. 

The hours drifted by as those around you melted away and it felt like you and Jae were the only two in the entire world. The music and voices of patrons were only a buzz in the distant background as you focused on his soft words. You found you enjoyed each others company - he made you comfortable with the idea of spending as much time in it as possible. 

When the clock struck ten, you could feel the beginnings of fatigue creeping into your mind. An incoming text made his phone buzz. He checked it, relaying the message to you after briefly lifting up his eyebrows in surprise.

"Your friend's heading back to the hotel with Johnny and Mark, she's driving them there."

"Oh!" You replied in surprise, glancing around the bar but finding them already gone. You knew what was probably going to happen to Jamie, but you didn't voice it. 

He looked at you for about a minute before speaking again, slowly. "Do you.. wanna come to my place?"

You met his eyes again, heart and mind racing at his invitation. The implications of his question didn't slip by you, they were fully realized. Still, it didn't take you long to make up your mind - in fact, you'd already made it before he'd asked. 

"Yes." You replied. 

He smiled wide and grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. You quickly slid off your barstool and exited the bar, making for the car. You giggled as he pulled you along. The moon shone down on you from high overhead, lighting the way. Once reaching the car, he opened the passenger door for you and you hopped inside as he then closed it and rounded the car to his seat. Getting in, he started the car and drove out onto the road towards his apartment. 

Your mind raced as you made the silent drive to his apartment, listening to the low sounds of the radio coming through the speakers. It only took a few minutes before he was parking, getting out, and coming around to help you out of the car. Grasping your hand tightly again, he lead you into the building. The lobby of his apartment had only dim lights on at this time to illuminate the room. No one was around. Jaehyun took a left after guiding you through the main doors. 

"This way." He practically whispered, taking you into the elevator. 

He hit the three and the doors closed, leaving you alone in the small space with him for a few moments. He didn't waste any time in turning you around to face him, closing the gap between you. Locking his lips with yours in a heated first kiss, he backed you up into the elevator wall, driving you up it slightly with his strong arms. You instinctively wrapped your limbs around his body to steady yourself and kissed him back. You could taste both him and the drink he'd had at the bar - the mixture was heavenly. 

A ding signified your arrival at his floor, forcing you to part. Thankfully for the both of you, his door wasn't too far away. Pulling you down the hall quickly, Jae stopped at his door and took out his keys, fumbling with them for a few seconds as he tried to rush. When the door was unlocked, he pushed it open, letting you both walk through before harshly closing it again. 

For the few seconds it took for him to throw the keys on a small table next to the door you glanced around the dark apartment. Through a cracked door to your left you could make out a bathroom. A small kitchen stretched across most of the right wall from the door, a long bar separating it from the rest of the room. In this main room was both his living area and bedroom. His bed was pushed up against the farthest wall, which was taken up entirely by two giant windows. The moonlight shone through them, illuminating a balcony on the other side that looked out into the night and the street below, where palm trees waved back and forth in a light breeze. 

The sudden grip of his large hand on your waist from behind made you jump. He spun you around, and gave you that soul piercing stare that made all your self-control fade away. You leaned in this time, seeing a smirk spread across his face right before you closed your eyes. As soon as your lips brushed against his again, he picked up were you'd left off, kissing you relentlessly and leaving you breathless. Slowly, he backed you up further into the apartment until the backs of your legs bumped up against the edge of the bed as you struggled to bring air to your lungs. 

He lifted you just enough to clear the mattress and sit you down on top of it. Climbing onto it himself, he gently laid you down onto the sheets underneath him. He kept himself up with his knees, one on each side of you as he started to move his plush lips down to your neck. He proceeded to mark you, painting several dark spots onto your skin that would surely be there the next day. 

"Ah, Jae." You moaned out for the first time, when the tenseness that had been building between your legs became too much to stay silent.

He paused. "What is it princess?" 

"I need..." You began, heating up at the petname.

"Yes?" He asked patiently, waiting for your commanding words. He smiled down at you, raising a hand to your cheek to stroke it soothingly. 

"You." You finished, meeting his gaze. "I need you."

He smiled wider. "Sure thing."

Removing his hand from your face, he moved it down to the waistband of your shorts. Unbuttoning them with both hands, he slipped them off and down your ankles with ease. Placing his strong hand on your upper thigh, he spread it away from the other and began moving his fingers closer to your heat. Shivering at his touch, you sunk deeper into the bedsheets. He let his fingertips get to the edge of your bikini bottoms, but stopped there, teasing you. 

"Hey-" You breathed, scolding him when you realized what he was doing.

He looked down at you, hair messily splayed around your head as your chest rose and fell beneath him. Your skin was beginning to glisten with perspiration, your eyelashes fluttering slightly every time you blinked your half-closed eyes. "Hm?"

You took a moment to respond. "Touch me Jae."

He smiled a dark smile as he brushed your bikini bottoms to the side. The first touch of his fingertips against your slick clit had you lifting your hips up off the bed, curses falling from your lips. He forced them back down, pinning you to the bed with his body. He quickly resumed his actions, running his fingers back and forth over your folds as you moaned at the pleasure. He then suddenly inserted a finger into your dripping core. 

"Ah-" You gasped in surprise as he continued, using his thumb to trace circles across your clit. It was all too much for you to handle. He watched as you gradually lost control beneath him, writhing about in pleasure. The dangerous combination of things he was doing to you quickly brought your first high like a rising wave that crashed into the beach before it. 

You didn't have time to warn him before your walls clamped down on his finger and your juices spilled out onto his hand, sheets, and down your legs. He let you ride out your orgasm and calm all the way down before removing his finger and sitting up, licking every last bit of you from his fingers. You peered down the bed at him, watching in fascination as he lapped it up like a man starved.

"Shit, you taste good." He complimented, making your face feel flushed. 

When his hand was clean, he bent down and stuck his head between your legs. A second later, you felt the flick of his tongue on your inner thigh. He left a trail of wet kisses up it, making his way back up to your heat. Without warning, you felt his lips brush against your folds as he proceeded to use his tongue to clean you up as best he could. His hot breath against your pussy made you squirm and draw your legs up closer to your chest. Once satisfied he sat up again, licking the last of you from his lips. 

He then repositioned himself above you. Removing his swim trunks, his hard member sprung free and stood erect, precum trickling from its pink tip. Slipping a couple of fingers into the waistband of your bikini bottoms, he pulled then down your legs, leaving them with your shorts at your ankles. Lining up with your entrance, he held himself up with his strong arms, caging you in. You looked up at him, his faded purple hair messy across his face. He gave you a reassuring smile - dimples and all - before pushing into you with ease and rolling his hips down onto yours. Matching the pace he set, you pulled his face back down to yours to kiss him again, softer this time. He complied, kissing you deeper and slower as he pushed further into you with each thrust.

When he bottomed out, he speed up the movement of his hips, gripping yours to bring them closer to his. The lewd sounds of sex filled the apartment, combined with both of your increasingly loud moans.

"Jae." You moaned out, breaking your kisses. You felt the tenseness building in your abdomen again. 

He groaned as you felt him twitch inside you. "Fuck, you sound so hot saying my name like that."

He then hit your g-spot with the tip of his cock, pushing you over the edge. You came undone all at once, flexing your walls around him, gasping for air. Seconds later, hot strings of his cum shot through you, spilling out onto the bed along with your own. Riding out your orgasms simultaneously, your heavy breathing gradually quieted until he pulled out and sat up on the bed beside you. Watching him slide off the edge and stand up, your eyes followed him as he made his way to the bathroom entrance, ducking in for a second and returning with a towel.

Climbing back onto the bed, he leaned over you and gently cleaned you up with the towel, being extra careful around your sore clit. When most of it was wiped up, he discarded the towel onto the floor and laid down next to you. You rolled onto your side to look at him in the moonlight.

His skin had a visible sheen to it and his hair was a fucking mess - it stuck partially to his damp skin. But that only made his perfectly sculpted features more beautiful. You felt him wrap his arm around your naked waist, holding you to his body. Brushing a loose strand of hair away from your face, he spoke for the first time in minutes.

"Let's do this again tomorrow."

In your fucked out state, you couldn't respond with much else than an excited nod as you snuggled up to him. He gently kissed your swollen lips, happy. 

Brushing your nose with his, he whispered: "Night y/n." 

You replied by kissing him back, closing your eyes, and drifting off to sleep in his arms. 

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About Time | Bucky Barnes

Summary - Coming clean about being in a relationship with your brothers best friend is never easy—or is it?

Category - Brother’s Bestfriend!Bucky x Wilson!Reader, Modern AU, fluff, secret relationship.

Warnings - none

Word Count - 1.0k

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“We’re gonna get caught.” You giggled against Bucky’s lips as his hands gripped your waist and walked backwards until you were propped up against the side of the house.

It was the first day of summer and Sam was throwing his annual summer cookout that’d soon be followed by more during these next three months of the summer heat.

But this time it was different. This would be the first summer that you and Bucky had been sneaking around your friends and your brothers back, seeing each other. The secret dates, meetups, late night calls and spending the night at each other’s places, more you at his since he lived alone and you were still roommates with your college best friends. Sneaking a 6 foot, 200lbs, heavy footed man into a small apartment was everything, but easy.

Yours and Bucky’s relationship started a few months ago when you returned home after graduating from college and was introduced to some of Sam’s new friends he made while you were gone. Your eyes flew immediately to Bucky. His demeanor was calm and aloof. The build of his body, those steel blue eyes that were so intense yet so welcoming. It didn’t take long for the two of you to end up together. But secretly, well because, you were 23 and fresh out of college while Bucky was pushing 30. You were Sam’s baby sister and there was no way he was taking that lightly.

But those months led to this moment here. Your arms wrapped around Bucky’s neck, fingers running through his cropped hair. His hands sliding up the back of your thighs, under your dress and rested on your ass, squeezing the flesh every couple seconds as your tongues explored each other’s mouths. Lips moving together in sync, soft moans passed back and forth between the two of you and Bucky’s front pressed against yours with a growing bulge.

“Bucky..” You pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath, leaning your head back against the wall, focusing on the way Bucky pressed kisses down the column of your neck, humming in response to you, “We aren’t having sex on the side of my brother’s house.”

He pulled away from your neck, resting his head on your shoulder with a small chuckle, “I know, I know.” He sighed, removing his hands from inside of your dress and opted to just place them on your waist, “You just look so damn good and—fuck it’s hard when I can’t touch and kiss you.”

“Why can’t we tell him again?” You huffed, closing your eyes as you tried to let your body calm from being worked up.

“What guy do you know will be okay with his friend dating his little sister?” Bucky asked, but didn’t need an answer because the odds of that were low. He placed a kiss on your shoulder before standing up straight, looking at your mostly relaxed face that was accompanied by the small pout on your lips, “Doll, don’t pout. We’ll tell him soon, but we have to play it smart.”

He was right and you knew it. You opened your eyes to finally meet his, “But when is soon, Buck? I’m tired of hiding. I want to be happy with you, publicly.”

“I know, baby. Maybe w—“

“AH HA! I knew it!” A voice shouted, causing you and Bucky to break apart. Bucky went pale and your heart nearly thumped out of your chest at the sight of Sam and his long term girlfriend, Nat, “You owe me 20 bucks and you have to do the dishes for the next month.”

“Sam, we can explain!” You called out nervously.

“Explain for what?” He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest.

You and Bucky shared a confused glance before looking back over at Sam, “You just caught me kissing your little sister and you’re not mad?”

Sam shrugged, “Why would I be mad?” He chuckled at your confused looks again, “Look, my sister is an adult and can do whatever she wants with whoever she wants. Am I mad it’s my friend? No. Is it a little weird? Sure. But am I okay with it because I know Bucky is a good guy? Yeah. What she does is none of my business as long as she’s okay and happy—You’re happy, right?”

You felt your cheeks heat up as all the attention was put directly onto you, including Bucky’s, “Extremely.”

Sam smiled again, “Then it’s none of my business. Just no funny business at my house—or on the side of it.” He pointed out, causing you and Bucky to shuffle uncomfortably, “Buck, I don’t think I need to give you the big brother speech, do I?”

Bucky shook his head, “Nope, all good. I break her heart, you kill me. Got it.”

He nodded, placing his arm around Nat’s shoulder, “Come on lovebirds, foods ready.” He began to walk off but not without Nat glancing back at you to throw a wink.

“Thank you.” You mouthed to her. Did Nat actually know the entire time about you and Bucky? Yes. Did she help plan Sam catching you and Bucky in the act? Yup. Did Bucky need to know that? Nope.

“Hey.” Bucky called, stepping in front of you, hands going right back to your waist, thumbs rubbing softly at your sides, “I guess I was wrong, huh?”

“Maybe,” You bit back a smile, placing your hands on his shoulders, “But at least we don’t have to sneak around anymore. We can be a normal couple.”

“Yeah, we can.” Bucky smiled, kissing your lips softly, “Come on, let’s go be a couple.”

Walking back into the crowd hand in hand, grabbed the attention of the people surrounding you. None of them actually said anything except for the two little boys that happened to be your nephews ran up to you, “TT, do we call him Uncle Bucky now?”

You went to respond before Sarah called them, “AJ and Cass, get over here!” They giggled and ran away. Sarah walked over with a smile on her face, handing the two of your plates, “About time.”

You playfully rolled her eyes, taking the plates as you shooed her away, turning back to Bucky who released a chuckle before placing a kiss on your temple.

Yeah, it was about time.

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Oh Brother

Pairing: Peter Parker x Flash’s sister!reader

Requested by @forlaughingoutl0ud : Peter has a crush on you, despite how much your brother torments him

Masterlist

Flash was known to torment Peter.

You, being Flash’s sister, were known to defend Peter from your brothers antics.

“Morning, Penis Parker.” Flash came up to Peter at his locker. “What did you have for breakfast this morning? Food stamps?”

Before Peter could respond, you appeared behind Flash and grabbed his ear.

“Ow! Ow ow ow ow!” He whined as you pulled him by the ear, dragging him away from Peter. Peter watched you with a smile as you dragged your brother away.

“Let’s go.” You sighed. “If you’re late to homeroom, Mrs. Weiss is gonna send a note home. Again.”

It was an every day occurrence.

“Nice shoes, Parker.” Flash snorted. “Dumpster diving is so amazing these days, isn’t it?”

“Oh my God, you’re so funny.” You whipped around in your seat and narrowed your eyes at your brother. “Tell us another one. Please?”

He liked it to keep it consistent.

“Can anyone tell me what this number is?” Your teacher asked as she wrote the digits of Pi, 3.14, on the board.

“It’s Parker’s annual income.” Flash called out, earning a few laughs.

“Why is it that no one ever wants to hear you speak and yet you’re always talking?” You piped up in Peters defense. The class “ooed” at your comeback and Peter smiled shyly to himself.

“Whatever.” Flash scoffed. “You look fat today.”

“I’m sorry, Peter.” You directed your attention to Peter. “He’s a little cranky this morning.”

“It’s okay.” He smiled sheepishly. You smiled back and shot him a wink before turning around in your seat.

And that was when Peter realized he was whipped for you.

“Can anyone tell me what an impulse is?” The teacher asked the class one day. “Yes, Flash?”

“It’s something you really want to do and have no control over.” Flash answered. “Like when I give Peter a wedgie during gym class, I did it on an impulse. That means I can’t be held responsible.”

“No.” The teacher signed. “Can anyone else tell me what it is? Yes, Peter?”

“A change in momentum.” Peter said, just a little smugly. “Ft equals mv minus mu.”

“Thank you, Peter.” The teacher smiled. “That’s right.”

“I was technically also right.” Flash spoke up. “You didn’t specify what context it was in.”

“This is a physics class.” You laughed. “That’s your context.”

“Whatever. You don’t have to defend him just because he has a giant crush on you.” Flash shot back and the class reacted accordingly. It was common knowledge that Peter had feelings for you and Flash liked to use that to his advantage.

“What? No I don’t.” Peter stammered. “That would be stupid.”

“Why would it be stupid?” You looked at him curiously, sending a flush across his face.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Can we get back to the lesson, please?” Your teacher asked through a tight smile. “You three can sort this out in your free time.”

“Lucky for us, Peter never has anything but free time.” Flash taunted. “Being poor really opens up your schedule.”

“Leave him alone, Eugene.” You snapped. “This is why mom doesn’t love you.”

“She does too!” Flash took the bait. “You’re the adopted one.”

“I know.” You shrugged smugly. “Our parents chose me. You were just an unfortunate accident.”

“My existence is not unfortunate.” He stated.

“Aren’t you a Gemini?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.” He said.

I’m a Gemini too I’m so sorry

“Then yeah, it is.” You scrunched your nose. The class stopped laughed at Peter and directed their attention to Flash. Peter looked at you in amazement and you winked at him.

“Thompsons.” The teacher interrupted. “I want you out of this class. Both of you. Now.”

You glared at your brother angrily as you grabbed your bag and headed towards the door.

“This is all your fault.” He growled at you as he opened the door.

“Oh, please.” Your argument was muffled as you made your way down the hallway.

Peter’s leg bounced in anticipation as he waited for the bell to ring, springing out of his seat as soon as it did. He immediately went to your locker, where you were busy putting your books away. Peter took a deep breath before he approached you, nervously making the first move.

“Hey.” He spoke up, making you turn your head in his direction. You shot him a smile that heated his entire face up.

“Hey, Peter.” You greeted. “Did I miss anything fun in physics?”

“Not really.” He shrugged. “Unless you like learning about momentum.”

“You know what, Peter? I can’t say I do.” You chuckled as you took a notebook out of your locker.

“Thanks for sticking up for me before. I’m sorry you got kicked out of class.”

“Don’t be sorry.” You shook your head and shut your locker. “It was totally worth it to put Flash in his place. Plus, I’m totally gonna dip his toothbrush in the toilet later. Walk with me.”

He began to walk with you out of school and in the direction of the residential buildings.

“Do siblings do that?” He wondered. “I’m an only child.”

“Are you? You’re so lucky.” You sighed. “Do you know how many times I’ve fallen into the toilet because he left the seat up?”

“Yeah, thats never happened to me.” He laughed gently. “I take it you guys don’t get along.”

“It’s weird with siblings.” You shrugged. “One minute we hate each other, the next minute we’re talking about the stupid games we used to play on long car rides. There’s no way to describe it.”

“I can’t imagine living with him. It’s hard enough to spend 8 hours a day with him. No offense.” He added quickly.

“None taken.” You smiled at him. “It’s not fun to live with him. The amount of times I’ve walked into the bathroom after him and choked on his body spray is unacceptable. I think he’s trying to kill me.”

“I would be very upset if he did that.” Peter said softly.

“Did what?”

“Killed you.” He looked at you and held your gaze for a moment. You smiled shyly at each other before looking straight ahead.

“What did you mean before when you said it would be stupid to have a crush on me?” You wondered out loud.

“Oh, I don’t know.” Peter rubbed the back of his neck. “Flash has just been bullying me since first grade. It would be stupid if the girl I decided to pine after was his sister.”

“I don’t think that would be stupid.” You shrugged as you snuck a glance at him. Peter blinked in surprise as he made eye contact with you. You both stopped, standing alone in an alleyway now.

“You…you don’t?” He looked at you shyly.

“Not at all.” You shook your head slowly as you took a step closer to him. Peter looked at his shoes for a moment as he gathered some courage, just enough to do what he’d been meaning to do for years now.

“Would you wanna go out sometime then?” He blurted. “Like, on a date?”

“I’d love to.” You smiled. “You still have my number from that group project right?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, still swimming from the fact your said yes.

“Then you should text me.”

“I will.” He promised.

“Good. I have to walk back to school before Flash notices I’m gone. I’ll be waiting for that text.” You winked at him and he let out a flustered laugh. You took this as an opportunity to lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek, feeling his skin heat up beneath your lips. You pulled away and squeezed his hand before leaving him alone in the alley.

Yeah, he was definitely whipped.

“Penis Parker.” Flash slammed an open hand against the lockers next to Peter the following day. “Do you want to tell me why I kept seeing your name on my sister phone last night? Why were you texting her? Are you trying to colonize my families bloodline or something? No white men allowed.”

“What? And no.” Peters face heated up at the accusation. “We’re just friends.”

“You don’t have friends.” Flash snapped.

“Yes he does.” You appeared behind your brother and pushed him lightly. “That’ll be all, thank you.”

Flash narrowed his eyes at you before returning his attention to Peter.

“If you go near my sister again, I’m gonna turn your innie belly button into an outie.” Flash whispered.

“How?” Peter asked with genuine curiosity.

“You don’t want to find out.” He said through gritted teeth before storming away.

“He’s so annoying.” You rolled your eyes and leaned against Peters locker. “You look cute today.”

“Thanks.” Peter chuckled shyly as he looked down at his outfit. “I, um, I have a dilemma.”

“Is this about our date?” You worried.

“It’s just, your family is rich and my family is just me and my aunt. I know Flash makes a lot of jokes about me being poor, but they’re not really jokes.” He explained sheepishly. “I don’t think I can give you the kind of magical date you deserve.”

“Peter, I don’t need a fancy date. I just want to be with you.” You assured him as you stroked his cheek. “Why don’t you bring your favorite snack and I’ll bring my favorite drink and we can lay on top of your building and stargaze?”

“That sounds kinda perfect.” He admitted with a sly smile.

“Does tonight work?” You asked hopefully.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “I’ll text you my address.”

“Okay. I’ll see you in Physics.” You squeezed his hand before walking away.

You walked into your living room that night, all dressed up for your date. You stopped in front of a mirror to check your makeup, accidentally catches Flash’s eye.

“You look nice.” Flash said as his eyes flicked from you to his phone. “But you know, prostitution is still illegal in New York. It’s a damn shame, though. Sex work is still work.”

“You know, every once in a while, something intelligent comes out of your mouth. Gives me goosebumps every time.” You teased him as you applied your lipgloss.

“Wait, where are you going?” He put his phone down. “It’s a Wednesday night.”

“I’m going to a friends building to look at the stars.” You told him most of the truth.

“Are you walking there?”

“Yeah.” You shrugged. “It’s not that far.”

“Let me drive you. You have your mace on you, right?” He asked from the kitchen as he grabbed his keys.

“Always.”

“Okay.” He reappeared with his keys. “Let’s go.”

You kept light conversation as you drove to Peters apartment building, careful not to reveal who you were meeting. Flash parked out front and looked at the building in disdain.

“Your friend lives here?” He grimaced. “Is she poor?”

“Shut up. Those jokes aren’t nice.” You shoved him lightly. “Thanks for driving me.”

“It’s okay.” He nodded. “Text me when I should pick you up.”

“I will. Get home safe.” You told him as you got out of the car.

“Whatever. Don’t get pregnant.” He pointed at you. “I mean it.”

“Drive away.” You rolled your eyes as you shut the car door. You walked into the lobby and found the elevator, letting out a nervous breath as you got in. You were standing in from of Peters door in no time, anxiously waiting for him to open it.

Finally, he did.

“Are you ready to stargaze?” You asked as you held up a jug of apple juice.

“Are you ready to eat this entire box of goldfish?” Peter responded as he held up a carton of goldfish.

“You know it.” You laughed and grabbed his hand. “Let’s go.”

An hour later, you were lying on your backs in opposite directions with your heads pressed together, staring up at the stars.

“I don’t think there’s anything more beautiful than a night sky.” You sighed in content.

“I know something.” Peter looked at you, though you were upside down from his perspective.

“If you say me, I’m going kick you in the throat.” You laughed as you looked at him.

“Why?” He laughed as well.

“I don’t know.” You covered your face with your hands. “I’m not good with compliments. I don’t know how to respond.”

Peter turned his head so he was looking at you, eyes trailing over your side profile.

“I think you’re beautiful.” He told you, loving the way it made your draw drop. You rolled onto your side and looked at him before rolled on top. You rested your arms on either side of his face, admiring his face in the starlight, even if it was upside down. Your eyes flickered from his lips to his eyes and before he knew it, you were kissing him. He tilted his chin up so he could kiss you back, finding the position a little awkward as your nose bumped his chin. You both giggled into the kiss before continuing, only breaking away when you needed air. You flipped back on your back and let out a happy sigh, covering your face with your hand to hide your smile.

“That’s one way to respond.” Peter joked, breaking the silence. You laughed and rolled onto your side, him doing the same.

“I really like you.” You admitted, scrunching your nose at how weird it felt to say out loud.

“I really like you too.” Peter told you before leaning in for another kiss.

And that was the beginning of your relationship. You both knew Flash could not find out that you were dating, at least not yet. You had to cave and tell him you and Peter were friends around your second month of dating after he caught him in your room, but you didn’t tell him the full extent of your relationship. You disguised dates as casual hangouts, to which Flash heavily objected. He made his disliking for your “friendship” with Peter known.

“Ugh. You two.” Flash grumbled when he came into the kitchen to find you and Peter making cookies. You gave Peter a pointed look that told him to ignore your brother as Flash got food out of the pantry.

“Cracker.” He looked at Peter with a box of snacks in his hands.

“No thank you.” Peter said politely.

“I wasn’t offering. I was insulting.” Flash blew him a kiss before putting a cracker in his mouth. Peter looked at you for help and you gave him a sympathetic smile.

“How are you two friends?” He wondered. “You’re the worst people on the planet.”

“I beg to differ.” Peter began. “I think-“

“The beg.” Flash snapped before winking at Peter.

“We’re friends because we have similar interest.” You shrugged as you stirred the ingredients. “For example, we’re both very interested in you leaving the room.”

“Whatever. I was just making sure Parker doesn’t steal anything.” Flash shot daggers at Peter as he got a drink from the refrigerator. You and Peter stood in silence until you were sure Flash was gone, sighing in relief when he disappeared.

“Do you think he knows?” You whispered to Peter out of the corner of your mouth.

“He doesn’t suspect a thing.” Peter shook his head before pulling you into a kiss.

This was how it continued for month. You posed as friends and dated in secret, never letting your brother know the truth.

“Guess who?” You felt hands cover your eyes from behind. You immediately recognized Peters voice and turned around in his arms.

“What are you doing here?” You looked at him with wide eyes. “Flash could walk in at any minute.”

“I wanted to surprise you.” He smiled. “Happy three month anniversary, princess.”

“Happy anniversary, lover.” You smiled back at him before pulling him into a long kiss. For once, you didn’t care if your brother walked in. All you cared about was Peter.

“I have something for you.” Peter smirked once he pulled away.

“What? You didn’t have to get me anything.” You told him.

“Course I did.” He shrugged as he took a small box out of his pocket. “It’s okay if you didn’t get me anything.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t get you anything.” You winked at him before disappearing into your closet. You returned with a large carton of Goldfish with a bright red bow on it.

“Goldfish!” He lit up. “You remembered.”

“Of course I did, lover. How could I forget the taste of your goldfish breath the first time I kissed you?” You teased him as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Well you must’ve like it since you’ve come back for more everyday since.” He shot back before kissing you. “Open yours.”

You took the box from him and opened it up, finding a hand maid needed bracelet with a moon decal that looked like Peter had carved himself.

“The moon?” You looked up at him with a curious smile.

“It’s a waxing crescent. That’s what the moon looked like the night you kissed me. I have a matching one, see?” He held up his wrist to show you his bracelet. You stated at it for a moment before your eyes went back to his gift.

“Peter.” You mumbled without taking your eyes away from the bracelet.

“Do you like it?” He bit his lip as he waited for your reaction. You looked up at him with a grin before throwing your arms around his neck and squeezing him tightly.

“I love it.” You said into his ear. “Thank you so much.”

“I’m so glad you like it.” He smiled at you for a moment before getting serious. As he was looking at you, he realized he had never trusted someone more. Something came over him that made him want to give you every thing he had, including his deepest secret.

“I have to tell you something. No, I, I want to tell you something.” He corrected. “I’ve wanted to tell you for a while, actually. Um, this is so hard to say, wow.”

“It’s okay, Peter.” You put your hand in his face when you saw how flustered his was getting. “I love you too.”

Peter’s face drained of color at your confession as that was not at all what he was about to say.

“What?” He squeaked.

“I love you too.” You repeated, not understanding his confusion.

“That’s…that’s not what I was gonna say.” He blurted and your face fell.

“Oh.” You withdrew your arms from around his neck, feeling embarrassment and disappointment all at once. Peter realized his mistake and tried to pull you back.

“No, no.” Peter said quickly. “I was gonna tell you I’m Spider-Man.”

“What?” You nearly screamed.

“But I love you too! I love you so much.” He took your face in his hands and kissed you repeatedly.

“You’re Spider-Man?” You pushed him away long enough to ask.

“Yes. But more importantly, we’re in love!” He kissed you again. “Happy three months.”

“Happy three months.” You giggled between kisses.

You stood with Peter outside of school a few months later as you waited for Flash to come out.

“This is my least favorite part of the day.” Peter pouted as he rubbed your hand with his thumb.

“Why?” You tilted your head.

“I don’t get to see you anymore.” He looked at you with a shy smile. You smiled back at his cuteness and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Marching band ends at 4 right? How about I come over after that? We can do anything you want.” You suggested as you played with the collar of his shirt.

“Anything I want?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. I’m feeling generous.” You shrugged. You were about to lean in to kiss him when you noticed your brother in the distance.

“Oh no.” You sighed and stepped back from Peter. “Don’t turn around.”

“Hey Penis Parker.” Flash jumped behind Peter and smacked his butt before looking at you. “Sup bitch.”

“Hi Flash.” You smiled tightly at him.

“What are you losers taking about?” He asked. “How you’re never gonna lose your virginities?”

You and Peter exchanged a knowing look and he turned his head to snort.

“We’re talking about how grabbing peoples butts without their permission is sexual harassment.” You spoke up to cover Peters laugh.

“Oh, really? That’s cool.” He smacked Peters butt again. “Are you ready to go? My car is on and she’s ready to purr.”

“God, I hate you.” You sighed. “I’ll see you later, Peter.”

“See you later. Bye.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your lips, entirely forgetting that Flash was there. Your eyes widened as Peter was about to walk away, but Flash held his hand up to stop him.

“Hold up.” He looked at Peter. “What was that?”

Peter furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and looked at you, only realizing his mistake when he noticed your messed up lipstick. He let out a small gasp before looking at Flash, who was shaking with anger.

“Um…physical affection?” Peter said weakly. You slammed your palm against your forehead and let out a sigh.

“Thanks for the run down, Penis Parker.” Flash snapped. “You’re dating my sister?”

“Yeah, Flash.” You put a hand on Peters shoulder. “Peter and I are dating.”

“Excuse me a minute.” He held up and finger before bending down as if he was going to puke. “BLEH.”

You rolled your eyes as your brother continued to make puking sounds.

“I cannot stand this man.” You grumbled. Flash stopped for a moment and stood up, looking eerily composed.

“Y/n, could you give Peter and I a minute to ourselves, please?” He said through a tight smile.

“Um, are you gonna kill him?” You scratched your ear as you looked between your fearfully boyfriend and your suspiciously calm brother.

“I haven’t decided yet.” Flash said, never breaking his smile.

“Don’t go.” Peter looked at you in fear.

“You’ll be okay.” You decided. “I’ll be right over there.”

Flash waited until you walked away until he started interrogating Peter.

“How long had this been going on?” Flash started out.

“Seven months.” Peter told him.

“Is it serious?”

“I love her.” Peter smiled shyly.

“Gross.” Flash gagged. “Does she love you back?”

“Yes.” Peter nodded. “She tells me everyday.”

“So every time I drove into the slums of New York to drop her off at the cardboard box you call an apartment building, I was dropping her off at your place? I was hand delivering my sister to you?” Flash realized.

“Yes.” Peter repeated. “Are you mad?”

“You know what”,Flash let out a breath, “I’m okay.”

“You are?” Peters jaw dropped a little. He had been expecting a beating, or at least a wedgie.

“Yeah.” Flash put his hand on Peters shoulder and rubbed it. “She couldn’t be in better hands, Spiderman.”

He had whispered the last part, making all the blood drain from Peters face.

“How did you-“

“I eavesdrop on people constantly.” Flash cut him off. “I can’t stop. My therapist says it’s because I didn’t get enough attention as a kid, but what does that bitch know? I overheard her husband on the phone telling her that their kid bit somebody again. Again! I never did that. The moon bracelet was a nice touch, by the way. She really likes it.”

“You just told me way too much about you.” Peter blinked a few times as he processed what he just heard.

“Now we’re even.” Flash smirked and shot him a wink.

“Are you gonna tell anyone?” He asked nervously.

“Course not. I would do anything for Spider-Man.” Flash stated firmly. “That secret is safe with me. I am, however, gonna tell everyone that you and her are dating.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s super embarrassing for her. Later, Parker.” He held out his hands for Peter to shake, pulling him in when their hands touched.

“Swing me around the city in your arms and I won’t kill you for dating my sister.” He whispered in Peters ear. Peter looked at him in fear as he walked away. You immediately ran up to Peter once your brother was gone and put a hand on his arm.

“What happened?” You asked. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Peter told you. “I think I have a date with your brother.”

“You - huh?” You asked for clarification but Peter just shook his head.

“I don’t know.” He sighed in defeat. “I’ll text you after band practice.”

“Yeah I’ll-“ You were cut off by Flash honking his horn and calling your name.

“I’ll text you later.” You grumbled and shot a look at Flash.

“Okay.” Peter kissed you before you began to walk away. “I love you.”

“I love you.” You called over your shoulder as you made your way to Flash’s car. Upon hearing this, Flash just had to chime in.

“I love you too Penis Parker!”

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