#I don’t know. I don’t think peter is good boyfriend material. I think his insecurities would get exhausting.

[sciderman]

You said that if you dated Peter or Wade it would make you miserable. Which– Okay fair, Wade does have a history of purposely hurting the people he loves.

But what about Peter? Why do you think dating him would make you miserable?

because I’ll always know I had the option to climb a 6’8 cyborg and I passed that up for a sweaty little twunk that I perpetually have to remind to bathe (sorry peter)

[slut-4-rafe]

"I'm ready." (Smut)

Sirius Black x Remus Lupin x James Potter x (female) Reader

Summary: You loose your virginity to your boyfriends.

Warning: Smut, first time, soft dom! Remus, soft dom! James, soft dom! Sirius, sub! reader, vaginal sex, oral (female receiving), praising kink, use of pet names, slight insecure reader but not really

Note: Very sweet and fluffy. Also this is my first time writing smut so bare with me.

Today was the day. Today was the day you wanted to fully give yourself to your boyfriends. Yes, 'boyfriends' as in plural. You were dating the most popular boys in school. The Marauders. James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin, and after a year of dating, you were finally ready to give yourself to them.

"Hey pup." the voice of her boyfriend, to be specific, Sirius, pulled her out of her thoughts.

"Hi." you smiled.

"You ready?" Remus asked.

"Yep." you grabbed your bag and stood up from where you sat at the desk in the potions classroom. James, as per usual, stood in front of you with his back to you and bent knees, waiting for you to jump up on his back. You did just that. You wrapped you legs tightly around his waist and rested you arms around his muscled shoulders. "You know you don't have to do this every time." you giggled slightly as the four, well three, of you started to walk back to the dorm.

"But I want to love." James states, a big smile etched on his face.

"Okay."

---

"Can I talk to you guys?" you asked after you reached the boys' dorm. Peter, their other friend, was off somewhere.

They all looked at her with concerned faces. "Your not, breaking up with us, are you?" Sirius asked worriedly.

You laughed at their worried expressions and jumped onto the closest bed, which happened to be Remus'. "Nope. Not yet."

Their eyes widened more as they stared at you. "Not yet?!" James wailed.

"I'm kidding. It's nothing bad. I actually think you'll like it." you shrugged. The three teen boys sighed in relief and joined you on the bed. Remus' lanky arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you onto his lap.

"What's up bunny?"

You sighed and closed you eyes. "I'm ready." You opened one eye to see them just staring with confused expressions.

"For?" the lycanthrope questioned further.

"I'm ready to do, it."

"Do what?" James asked.

You huffed audibly and rolled your eyes. "Are you guys being serious?"

"I sure am." Sirius winked at her.

James laughed at the joke they've all heard oh so many times. You stared at the laughing boys with bored expressions. And Remus just rolled his eyes and turned back to you.

"What are you ready for darling?"

You groaned and nuzzled your face into the crook of the sandy haired boys neck. "I'm ready to do it with you guys. You know, have sex." The room fell silent and you dared remove your face from the boys neck, only to find all the boys staring at you with wide eyes. "Shit. You guys don't want to. How could I be so stupid?" you got up off the boys lap and made an escape to the door, only to be stopped be three sets of hurried feet which came trampling behind you.

"Oh no you don't." Sirius said and threw you over his shoulder. He made his way to the bed, ignoring your pleas to put you down. He threw you into the middle of a bed, which you recognized it as his own. Soon the two other boys joined him at the end of the bed, looking down at your figure.

"You know that's not true love." James soothed.

"If your ready, we're ready." Remus gave you a smile. You nodded. And that's all it took for them to make their way onto the bed.

Sirius attached his lips to yours, while James and Remus' lips latched onto your neck. This went on for a few moments before Sirius separated from you and moved his hands to the buttons on your school shirt. He looked at you for approval, which you accepted with a nod. His slender fingers rushed to loop the little buttons out of their holes until he reached the bottom. Remus pulled your blouse over your shoulder and immediately latched his lips with your own, allowing Sirius a taste of your neck, which was now covered in purple hues. James sucked from your neck, down your collar bone, and to your shoulders. Sirius on the other hand, sucked on the top of the breast that wasn't covered by your lacy black bra. Sucking and biting, causing you to let out little moans.

"Can I take this off love?" James asked, his hands now at the back of your bra, fingers tapping on the latch. You disconnected with Remus and nodded your head. The boy quickly unlatched the piece of clothing and pulled it of, your breasts now out in the open. The boys stared at you in awe, making you slightly self conscious. By instinct, you went to cover yourself up with your arms, a blush creeping up to your once flushed cheeks. Thought before your hands even reached your chest, Sirius grabbed them.

"Your gorgeous. Don't cover up."

You let your arms fall to your sides. Sirius' gray eyes locked with your own e/c eyes. Without breaking the stare, he slowly dove in to take one of your nipples in his mouth. You moaned at the feeling. His tongue swiping over the hardened bud. Remus took the other one in his own mouth, adding to your pleasure, adding to your moans. James' lips went to yours, taking in your moans. The bespectacled boy went down to your skirt, his hand on the zipper, waiting for your approval. And when you gave him the okay, he wasted no time in pulling the zipper down and quickly sliding the piece of clothing down your smooth legs. This left you in only your underwear in front of three fully clothed boys. The two boys joined James in just admiring you.

"She is so beautiful." James said in awe, almost as if you weren't there.

"Yes she is." Remus agreed.

They waited for Sirius to say something, though when they glanced over to the black haired boy, he was busy stripping himself of his clothes. When he was left in his boxers, he joined you on the bed again, placing himself right in between your legs.

"We have to get you ready. Okay puppy?" he asked, looping his fingers in the band of your black panties. You nodded in understanding and lifted your hips up slightly so Sirius could pull off the remaining piece of material. Behind him, James and Remus were being quick of discarding their clothes as well, leaving both of them in boxers.

"Who do you want to do it?" Remus asked.

"Do what?"

"Get you ready bunny." he laughed slightly.

"Um....you?"

"Okay love." the lycanthrope smiled and replaced the spot Sirius once sat. He looked down at your heat, seeing how wet you were already, feeling his hard on, harden oven more. "So wet for us already dove. Look at this."

James and Sirius leaned foreword and observed what their fellow boyfriend was seeing, both of them hardening more at the sight. "Shit." Sirius groaned and leant back, James doing the same.

Remus locked his eyes with you and slowly brought his hand up to your heat. His thumb went to you clit causing you to gasp at the unknown feeling but soon turned to a moan when he started rubbing in circles. Your head went back and eyes rolled back as sighs escaped your lips. "Eyes on me love." Remus said. You rolled your head back up to watch what he was doing. He pulled his hands away causing you to whine.

"Be patient babe." James laughed.

Soon he slender pointer finger traveled from you clit to your folds, gathering your wetness on his fingers. He rubbed it around a little more and allowed his finger to slip in through the barrier of your folds. You moaned as his finger curled up hitting the right spot. His finger pumped in and out for a few minutes before he added a second one. James and Sirius broke from their own kiss when your moans got louder. The two boys locked eyes, having a silent conversation. They both nodded. Sirius attached his lips to yours and you felt the bed rise, indicating James had gotten up, but not for long because soon the bed dipped again, this time down by your legs. That's when you felt the best thing add to your pleasure. James had latched his mouth onto your clit, his tongue swiping over the soft bud. Remus continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, this time with three fingers. Sirius just swallowed in your moans.

"Your so good baby." Remus cooed.

That's when you felt the little ball of heat in your tummy grow. It grew larger and larger causing your legs to shake slightly. Sirius broke away so you both could take a breather and he took in the sight below.

"Are you close pup?" he asked.

"Y-yeah-" you moaned loudly as you were on the verge of reaching your high. "S-shit."

"Let go for us love." Remus said, his fingers working harder and faster.

Your head rolled back, pressing into the mattress. One hand gripped into Sirius' muscled arm and the other held on tight to James' curly brown locks. Your vision blurred as your eyes rolled back and you let the coil in your stomach snap. A loud moan escaped your lips and your legs shook. James pulled away from you and Sirius immediately attached his lips to the boys' desperate for a taste. Remus' hands slowed down, letting you ride out your high. Once your legs stopped shaking he pulled his fingers out. You looked up at him with watery eyes only to see him licking his fingers clean, his eyes locked on yours.

"You okay?" James asked.

"Yeah." you sighed.

"Are you ready?" Remus questioned, not wanting to overdue anything. You nodded. "Words bunny."

"Yes Rem."

"Perfect." he smiled at you and pecked your swollen lips. "Who do you want?"

Your eyes looked over at all the boys, your eyes landing on a certain black haired boy. "Siri." his head shot up and he gave you a big smile.

"You sure?" he asked.

"Yep."

He crawled in between your legs and pulled your hips up. He pulled down his boxers, his painfully red cock springing up to hit his stomach. You gaped at how big he was, nerves now settling in the pit of your stomach. You looked over to the two other boys who were now also fully naked. Your eyes widened at both of their sizes as well.

Remus must have sensed the nervousness in your glossy eyes because he rushed forward and sat down on one side of you, James sitting on the other.

"If your not ready we don't have to." he said softly as he ran his fingers through your hair.

"No. I'm ready."

"Y/n, are you sure?" James asked sternly.

You nodded again, eyes wide.

"Your not just doing it for us right?" Sirius asked this time. "Y/n we don't want to push you into anything if your not ready."

"Please." you begged helplessly. They shared glances and nodded.

"Okay." Sirius smiled. He ran the tip of his cock over your folds. He lined you guys up and looked into your eyes. "If you want me to stop, just tell me. Okay?" you just nodded. "Words."

"Yes Siri." you whispered.

He slowly started to push in. Remus soothed your head whispering sweet things in your ear, hoping to get your mind off the pain. James kissed you, hoping to also help. You cried at the stretch, tears rolling down your face as James took in your cries.

"Shh. It's okay love." Remus whispered and wiped your tears.

"It hurts." you muttered against James lips.

"I know puppy. Do you want me to stop?" Sirius asked, not wanting to hurt you. You broke away from James and shook your head.

"Just, keep going."

Sirius slowly continued to push himself in, stopping all movements once he was fully inside of your warmth. After a few minutes, when the pain eased, you gave him the reassurance to move. He pulled out so only his tip remained inside, and slammed back in. You both moaned loudly. His thrusts were slow, but hard. You looked over to see James and Remus pumping the others cock as they looked over the sight. Sirius' thrusts picked up. He pumped into your faster and harder, the grip on your waist almost bruising.

"Shit-" he groaned. "Your so perfect."

You moaned at his words. You tried to say something back, but you were a stuttering mess. He thrusted in hard, hitting a certain spot that made you scream in pleasure

"Keep going right there pads." Remus instructed.

He continued to thrust into that one spot until his thrusts started to get sloppy, indicating he was close.

"Are you close babe?" Sirius said between groans. You nodded, knowing you couldn't trust your words. "Cum for me. Together."

He continued for a few more seconds until the coil that was there before, snapped, erupting throughout your whole body. You let out a loud moan and your body shook with pleasure. Sirius groaned and you felt his seed shoot out in small spurts into you. Painting your walls. He rode our both of your highs. They turned to James and Remus who were both groaning as they came as well, painting their own stomachs.

Sirius pulled out and plopped next to your limp body. "Wow." he sighed with a smile.

You giggled and turned to meet his gaze. "Yeah. Wow."

"Lets get cleaned up." Remus said. He got up and picked up your shaking frame.

"A bath?!" James and Sirius asked excitedly.

Remus shook his head with a laugh. "Sure."

"Yay!" they both ran to the bathroom and started the bath.

---

You and the boys had taken a nice warm bath together and James gave you his quidditch jersey to wear to bed. The four of you snuggled up in Remus' bed, each of you tired from your earlier activities.

"I love you guys." you said into the crook of James' neck.

"We love you too." they said in unison.

[idyllicstarker]

“Come on, let’s go on a drive” • Starker

Warnings: One use of foul language, one comment with implict sexual connotations, otherwise none, just a healthy douse of fluff

“Come on, let’s go on a drive.”

Peter blinked surprised, head lifting from the soft pillow underneath his cheek, to look over his boyfriend. Tony was kneeling on the edge of the bed with a soft smile, his eyes still looked clouded with sleep, as he beckoned Peter to get up. The man was still in the boxers he’d slept in, but he looked as serious as ever.

Peter shifted under the sheets, hand reaching out to tap his phone screen, squinting at the sudden light as he tried to make out what the time read.

“It's 2am Tony”, he said quietly, rolling over again to face him.

“Okay.. so let’s go on a drive.”

Peter let out a tired laugh, shaking his head. “Come back to bed love, you were asleep five minutes ago.”

“Yes but you weren’t”, Tony stressed, his voice no louder than a whisper. Crawling forward he placed a kiss to Peter’s head. “I know you’re worrying over your final grades. So, I thought we could go on a little drive, I know that calms you down, especially when it’s raining”, he hummed softly.

Peter felt very warm - very loved; Tony spoke so gently to him. In all fairness, he was stressed, he’d been worrying all night, and Tony was right, he hadn’t been able to sleep. As the man let out snores, Peter had tossed and turned, and when he’d woken Tony up with all the movement, he’d profusely apologised.

What he hadn’t expected was for Tony to get out of bed. As silence fell over the room, Peter confirmed that it was indeed raining, he could hear the quiet pitter-patter against the window. It was soothing, calming even, and maybe that would lull him to sleep instead. Maybe.

As tempted as he was, he knew Tony was tired. Back to back meetings had wore him out, to make him drive him around so late at night just seemed selfish.

But Tony saw the hesitance in Peter’s eyes, and decided he wasn’t going to give an option. He tore the sheets off the boy, laughing at the way he squirmed.

“It’s cold Tony”, Peter whined, but the smile on his lips showed he wasn’t all that mad.

“Well then put a hoodie on and hurry up”, Tony prompted, gently pulling on Peter’s hands to help him sit up, before climbing off the bed to get into some of his own clothes.

***

The soft purr of the engine rang out into the quiet night. Peter winced, glad they didn’t live around anyone and turned his gaze out the window.

“We don’t have to do this Tones, I promise, I’m fine”, he muttered softly, the guilt obviously setting in.

He’d pulled on one of Tony’s old sweatshirts, the sleeves bunched up in his fists, and the hood pulled atop his head so that only a few chestnut curls could be seen peeking out. The man glanced over at him, and couldn’t help the affectionate smile that rose onto his face at how adorable he looked.

His face was slightly flush from exhaustion, but Tony could see how his brain was still whirring, so the drive was needed, even if Peter denied it.

He decided not to reply, simply pulling out of the garage and out onto the road. Peter let out a small huff at being ignored, crossing his arms over his chest. Tony laughed softly at the sight.

“Peter baby”, he muttered softly “relax.”

“How am I supposed to relax knowing you have four meetings tomorrow, and yet we’re out here at 2am because you’re too stubborn for your own good.”

For a moment the car was silent. Tony’s steady gaze focusing on the road in front of them. He’d put his glasses on before they’d left the house but they were slightly crooked in his haste to get out. He knew better than to drive without them though, especially if he had Peter in the car with him.

“I just wanted to help…”, the man finally whispered. He’d deflated in his seat, no longer as excited as he had been, and all at once a wave of guilt washed over Peter. “I just… I’m sorry, we can go back”, he continued quietly.

A fool. That’s what Peter was. Tony was doing this for him, he was always so good to him, and he still couldn’t appreciate it.

“I don’t want to go back”, Peter mumbled quietly, raising his hand to gently fix Tony’s glasses on his nose, and leaning over the console to press a kiss to his cheek. It was still cold from the shock of leaving the warmth of their bedroom, and so he moved to turn on the heater.

“Do you think you can reschedule the meetings tomorrow?”, he asked gently after a moment.

“If it makes you feel better.”

“It would.”

“Then I will.”

Peter nodded his head, letting out a small breath of relief. “We can sleep in. And I’ll make you breakfast in the morning”, he offered, almost as an ultimatum.

Tony huffed out a laugh, taking his right hand away from the wheel so he could rest in on Peter’s thigh. A smaller, warmer hand, found its way on top of it a second later, lacing their fingers together. “How could I ever say no to breakfast”, he hummed.

Peter laughed gently, resting his head back against the rest, titling his head so he could watch the raindrops fall slowly down the glass of the window.

His thumb gently ran over Tony’s knuckles, brushing over the grooves and scars left behind from a life of hard work.

“You can put on some music if you want”, Tony spoke after a good few minutes of silence, the sound of the rain hitting the top of the car, and the soft hum of the engine.

“I didn’t bring my phone.”

“Have you forgotten what a radio is?”, Tony asked teasingly. Peter giggled, closing his eyes as he yawned, and shook his head.

“Alright old man, we’ll do it your way”, he muttered, slowly opening his eyes to gaze over the man with a sleepy look of affection, before he leaned forwards to turn the radio on.

Within seconds, loud rock music was blasting through the speakers, Peter jumping twice his height as he scrambled to turn it down.

“Jesus Christ Tony”, he hissed, once it was at a more acceptable level. The man himself was laughing hysterically, the sides of his eyes crinkled in the way that Peter adored so much. Tony had such a cute smile, he didn’t know how anyone could ever disagree with that.

He rolled his eyes, moving his left hand to grip at the steering wheel, to make sure Tony didn’t swerve. He trusted him enough not to, knowing he wouldn’t put his life in danger like that. But he also knew that if they did get into an accident, Tony would do everything in his power to make sure Peter was as safe as he could be. Even if it meant directing the car in such a way that the hit was directed to Tony. Therefore, Peter acted as the balance, he wouldn’t allow that to happen. The road was largely deserted, but he wasn’t taking any chances.

“You done?”, he asked, unamused as Tony began to calm down. The older male snickered, glancing over at the boy and smiling softly.

“You love me really”, he said simply, watching as Peter took his hand back off the wheel, to rest over Tony’s on his lap once again,

The boy made a show of pretending to think about it, letting out a hum as he gave the man’s fingers a squeeze. “I guess you’re right”, he ended up shrugging.

Tony scoffed at that, looking out at the approaching lights of the city.

“What?”, Peter asked with a soft giggle, “maybe if you didn’t leave your music blasting all the time, so that when I go to turn it on, I won’t have a heart attack… I’d love you more.”

“The car’s sound proof, no one can hear it…”

“I can!”, he interjected, pouting slightly.

They pulled up to a red light and Tony huffed. “Smile sweetheart, if you frown and pout all the time you’ll end up looking ugly like me”, he said softly, leaning across the console to press a kiss to the sweet lips that were basically inviting him to do it, so Peter couldn’t complain.

“Eyes on the road mister”, Peter muttered when he’d pulled away, but he of course, would never complain about a few extra kisses. “And you’re not ugly, so stop saying that. You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen”, he hummed.

“You have to say that, I’m your boyfriend”, Tony corrected.

“Oh please, the only reason I’m your boyfriend is because you’re sexy”, he teased, causing Tony to gasp as if he was offended, pulling off again as the light turned green.

“Then what happens when my looks start to slide?”, he questioned.

Peter raised an eyebrow, pretending to be very confused as he turned his face away. “I thought they already had”, he mumbled - of course it was all playful, a deliberate attempt to rile him up.

Tony knew that all too well, and began to laugh. “Hey now Peter, I don’t care if I’m seventy, and my chest is sagging, and my stomach’s round, and I have no hair, you're gonna love me anyway”, he said, nudging him gently.

Peter snorted, moving to rest his head on Tony’s shoulder, after having pressed a gentle kiss to his jaw. “I will, I’ll always love you. I don’t love you for your look:, even if the small gray hairs poking out of your head do sinful things to my thoughts. I love for who you are. So yes, even when you’re seventy, I’ll be right here beside you”, he whispered gently, nuzzling his cheek against his shoulder gently.

The rain had begun to pick up a bit more now. The raindrops sounded heavier against the roof. The buttery glow of the streetlights on their faces became more frequent as they turned into the more populated streets.

This was a conversation they’d had many times. Tony was usually the one to express his doubts. He may be egotistical most days of his life, but Peter had quickly figured out that he was a slight bit insecure about their age difference. He was always quick to reassure him, despite the jokes he made. Peter wasn’t going anywhere. And besides, he was pretty sure Tony Stark couldn’t age badly, it just seemed impossible.

“I know Peter. I do. And I thank you for that”, he said softly, tilting his head to press a kiss to his temple. He felt the way his cheek squished further into the material of his shirt as Peter smiled.

“Don’t thank me for loving you. It’s pretty hard not to.”

“I beg to differ.”

A roll of his eyes, and Peter was poking at his side gently. “Shush, I don’t have the energy to tell you all the reasons why I love you right now”, he huffed out.

Again Tony laughed, turning around a corner so that they could go back the way they came. They weren’t planning to go anywhere in particular, but he knew Peter preferred driving in the more secluded areas. They were more dangerous of course, but they made a great team against anyone who would try to cross them. “Fine, fine, I’ll leave the self loathing to another day.”

“Tonyyy”, Peter whined.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I love you too sweetheart”, he muttered instead.

Peter nodded his head, happy with that answer as he leaned forwards to change the station, ignoring Tony’s grunt. “You said I could play music, we’re playing what I want”, he said adamantly.

When he found a station to settle on, he gasped quietly hearing the song. He was up in an instant, Tony having to blink and register the fact that all the energy had seemed to come back to him. “I love this song”, he giggled, moving to turn it up just slightly.

The slight scrunch of Tony's nose showed it wasn’t quite to his taste, but with the way Peter was grinning, and making up an elaborate dance routine in his seat, he didn’t have the heart to complain. He was wiggling his hips to the beat, singing along quietly, and Tony couldn’t help but smile at the sight. He really did love him so much.

He turned it up just slightly, quite enjoying the personal concert he was receiving.

As the next song came on, Peter apparently coined onto the fact that he knew it. And was begging the man to sing with him. They bickered for a moment, but of course, Tony lost at the sight of the wide puppy eyes, and suddenly they were dancing and singing together.

By the time Peter had calmed down, Tony’s voice was hoarse, but it was worth it because the other seemed less tense. He was yawning slightly, Tony turning the music down as the younger male cuddled up under his hoodie, and curled into his seat. Tired eyes watched as they passed familiar buildings, but they were slowly starting to blur.

“Do you think I’m going to pass everything tomorrow?”, he asked quietly after a moment. He seemed timid and shy, turning his body to look over Tony, as he yawned once again.

“I know you’re going to pass tomorrow Petey. With flying colours, top of your class”, he corrected.

The boy sighed out, pretending to seem uninterested with that reply, but Tony noticed the blush creeping onto his cheeks. “Be serious”, he huffed, and Tony laughed quietly.

“I am sweetheart. I know you better than anyone. You can say I have high expectations but I know your abilities and what you can do. Even if you don’t see it. And I know you’ve tried your hardest no matter what. And that’s all you can do. Your best. I’ve seen your sleepless nights studying, the way you’ve overworked yourself… you’re going to be absolutely fine. I know you are.”

“But what if my best isn't enough.” The look on Peter’s face almost broke his heart. Tony knew, the effort he’d put into his grades, and to fall now, Tony knw would wound the boy much worse than any enemy of the boy could.

“It will be”, he soothed, gently moving to take Peter’s hand in his, and being the smooth knuckles up his lips, pressing a comforting kiss over them. “Everyone, including me, will be proud of you, no matter what you get. If you get into M.I.T great. It’s your dream, and you deserve to live it. If you don’t, then fuck them. You’ve tried so hard everyday, and we all know your so much better than any grade that you get on a piece of paper”, he said.

As the streetlight washed over Peter’s face, he could see the blush had only grown stronger. Spreading over his nose and to his ears. But what got Tony most of all, was the tears that were in his love’s eyes.

“Baby…”, he muttered quietly, his entire expression softening at the sight. He ended up pulling over, onto the side of the road, shutting off the engine so he could give him his undivided attention.

“You really think so?”, Peter ignored his concern, instead focusing on his words. He sounded so trusting of Tony as always, but there was clearly something holding him back from believing in his own worth. It was something that Tony had become well accustomed to by this point. Something he’d tried to make sure wouldn’t grow too heavy on the boy's shoulders. It took a lot of encouragement, praise and overall a healthy support system, something Tony was more than happy to provide.

“I know so, sweetheart”, he confirmed. “Your intelligence is unmatched-”

“Apart from yours of course”, Peter giggled wetly.

Tony shook his head, usually appreciating the ego boost, but not right now. “Peter, honey, sweetheart, baby, love bunny.. you’re so much smarter than I will ever be. And at 18 years old too. You’re amazing. I’m jealous of that little brain of yours. And if M.I.T can’t see that, regardless of your grades, then they’re idiots.” (Peter hadn’t let him interfere with the process, he wanted to do this on his own - the only thing he did was send a glowing recommendation that was of course only filled with praise)

Peter was sobbing by the end of his little speech, and Tony took off his belt, moving to take him into his arms. He held the boy as he trembled, rubbing his back, and letting him cry off all the stress he’d been holding in.

When he was done, and he pulled back, his eyes were puffy, but as always, they held so much love for the man beside him in the car. “Thank you Tones…”, he mumbled quietly. What else was he supposed to say. There were no words he could give to truly display the way he felt.

But Tony didn’t want anything else. He just wanted Peter happy. That was the most important thing. “I love you”, he said softly in the end, moving his thumbs to stroke softly over his cheeks, and wipe away the rest of his tears.

“I love you too”, Peter muttered gently, laughing as he caught sight of himself in the reflection on the window.

“I’m a mess”, he added after, shaking his head, as he caught Tony’s lips against his own.

When he pulled away, Tony winked at him. “My beautiful mess”, he offered instead.

Peter rolled his eyes, but loved the phrase nevertheless. “I guess we can say that”, he hummed playfully, looking over Tony with all the love and affection the small body could possibly give.

Tony could see past that however, noticing how tired he was now. The good thing was, he did seem to be a lot better. And he supposed his words had taken some good effect. At least he could do that right. A quick glance at the clock told him it was nearing 3:30am now, so home was a given, even if he was quite enjoying their time in the car. He wanted Peter at least a little rested, he didn’t want him collapsing from exhaustion. He started up the car again, mumbling about how they should get him home, as he pulled off onto the street.

Peter didn’t try to stop him, or interject. His body was heavy as he leaned back in his seat, rolling his neck as his gaze tried to focus on the lights of the city. They all fused together eventually, his eyes slowly closing despite how hard he was trying to fight it. Tony’s hand still lay comforting on his thigh, and the soft purr of the car was quite a nice background to his fading thoughts.

As the city lights began to diminish, and the car rolled forwards towards home, sleep won the battle over Peter’s body. He knew that whatever happened tomorrow, he’d made Tony proud, and really, that’s all he’d ever wanted to do.

***

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[firefly-in-darkness]

Galaxy Princess - 2/3

Galaxy Princess - 2/3

Characters → Y/N & Peter Quill, Mentions of other Marvel characters.

Summary → After the birth of superheroes, several alien attacks and the blip, you were pretty much ready for anything. That was until you met Peter Quill. He burst into your life at lightning speed and nothing could have prepared you for the way he turned your world upside down.

Word Count → 2k.

Warnings → 18+, Smut - oral (male receiving), p in v (unprotected - wrap it before you tap it bro).

Series Taglist → OPEN - send an ask.

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A/N → Should have posted this at half 7 but everything seemed to go wrong BUT it’s here now… This is for @crushedbyhyperbole - I am so sorry that this is months late to your challenge! [Prompt: To the moon and back - in Part 3]. This is GOTG Vol1&2 Peter Quill set in a post-Endgame world. AND YES MY SCHEDULE WENT COMPLETELY WRONG.

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Previously: Spare bedding was placed on the sofa and Y/N directed him around the apartment, “The shower is just down the hall. If you can’t sleep, here’s the tv remote and help yourself to food.” 

“Thank you, Princess.” 

“Goodnight, Starlord.” 

“It’s Peter.” His cheeky smile had faded to something softer. 

“Y/N. Goodnight Peter.”  

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.” He laid down and continued to wave until she shut the bedroom door. 

Y/N was too tired to process that she was leaving a stranger on his own, in her home. There was an odd comfort from his determination to get back to his ship and crew; the place he belonged.

After spending the best part of an hour deciding when to leave the bedroom and greet her guest, breakfast the next morning was not as awkward as Y/N had imagined. The moment she sat down at the kitchen table; her apprehension disappeared. It seemed natural to be opposite Peter, eating toast and draining her mug of coffee as he did the same.

“I’ve got some clothes that you can borrow,” She mentioned, trying to sound casual.

“Boyfriend?” His eyebrow quirked, obviously noticing the drop of her eyes, “Ex-boyfriend?” 

The air in the room disappeared, sucked out like a vacuum. Y/N was unable to think straight as the image of the owner of the clothes flashed in her mind's eye. Tears began to form, blurring her vision but before they fell she bit down on her bottom lip. Redirecting the emotional pain.

“My um, brother. I’ll be right back,” She whispered and rushed from the room.

She pushed open the door opposite her bedroom, and breathed in the, now faint, scent of hazelnut and him. The feel of the clothes under her fingertips was bittersweet, and Y/N couldn’t help bringing the sleeve of his favourite hoodie to her nose and inhaling deeply. 

Approaching footsteps echoed around the almost empty room, she pulled out a pair of jeans and a cotton t-shirt, immediately failing at composing herself in time as Peter entered the room. Kindness lined his features, and she couldn’t look at him any longer than a second.

“I think they should fit, you’re a similar height but he is- was- a bit leaner.” She offered him the items.

 Skin ignited at the delicate touch of Peter’s calloused hands that wrapped around her forearm, “Thank you. What was his name?”

“Eli. Elijah,” She whispered, her eyes unmoving from the thumb stroking the inside of her wrist. “I don’t like talking about it. Why don’t you try the radio once more and I’ll head to the hardware store to see if I can fix the transmitter.”

Peter nodded, “Believe me, I know family is a tough subject for anyone.” She met his eyes, sincerity and sympathy stared back at her. “But if talking about it would help lighten some of the sadness in your eyes, I’d be happy to listen.” 

Y/N nodded and gave him a small smile, appreciating the kindness from the stranger.

The fixed transmitter sat on the windowsill. One of the three lights had finally turned on, it had beeped a few times which was, hopefully, a good sign. After four hours of waiting for something else to happen, Y/N and Peter resigned to watching Stranger Things.

Even though Peter was enthralled with the music and monsters that came from the television, he couldn’t help the way he felt as Y/N shared snippets of her life with him. The way she would talk to him about all the things she loved about science fiction, space and of all the new things on Earth. Y/N’s excitement was infectious, and he didn’t want to part with it.

To slow down and spend time with someone as enigmatic as she was a one-eighty on his usual fast-paced crazy life as a Guardian of the Galaxy.  And that’s when he knew that he’d have to stall his departure if possible.

While Y/N was getting ready for bed in the bathroom, Peter grabbed a cell phone from his red jacket and hopped out the window and onto the fire escape, perching on one of the steps. He flipped open the phone and dialled one of the few contacts he had.

“Hey, Bird Boy ‘Merica.” He chirped, glancing through the window to check that she hadn’t left the bathroom. “Can you give Rocket these coordinates? Pick up in five days? Cheers Cap.”

Pocketing the phone, he sat looking up to the sky, watching the stars twinkling in the distance, and for the first time since he was abducted all those years ago, he felt at home. Y/N’s footsteps brought him back to reality; he was leaving but not just yet.

“Whatcha doin’ out there?” She giggled, now in pyjamas and knotting the ties of her robe at her waist.

“Just checking out the sky, Princess.” He grinned at her.

Y/N climbed out the window and grabbed his hand, pulling him up the fire escape. They both greeted Stan on the way, a mischievous look on the older gentleman as he watched the pair laughing as they rushed up the stairs.

Once they reached the top, Y/N dropped his hand and twirled around with her arms open wide, then gestured to the sun lounger. “Welcome to my little piece of heaven.” She smiled proudly, “Take a seat.”

Peter sat back, legs either side of the lounger to allow Y/N to perch in between, “Come up here often?”

“Yeah, every Friday night, at least. It’s how I knew where you crashed,” She pointed to the woodlands in the distance.

“Well, I thank the stars that you were out here. Honestly, I don't know what I would have done.” Peter paused, watching the modesty line her features as she shrugged.

Y/N was different from the other girls he’d met. She had this look of adventure and passion for space, the universe, the unknown. Something that he had only seen in children. He could feel something blossoming; a desire to know more about her, spend more time with her, but he also knew that he’d be leaving and that was not going to put a downer on tonight.

Peter wanted to make the most of the time they had. However long they had. His hands gripped at Y/N’s waist, and he tugged her back, guiding her to lay on his chest. She hesitated at first but after a few seconds, she curled into his arms and rested her head on his shoulder. Watching the sunset over the trees.

The cool breeze sent shivers up and down Y/N’s body, she held tighter onto Peter’s waist. Her mind raced with all the possibilities only to be destroyed by her insecurity; maybe this could be my way out? Don’t be silly. He’s just going to leave. You don’t know him; he could be a serial killer.

Peter brushed the strands of hair away from her face, bringing her out of her thoughts. Her body tensed as he tipped her chin upwards. She looked at him in wonder and slight confusion. Peter cupped her cheek, his lips met hers, and she was frozen in place.

After a moment, she melted into him, their lips moulded together seamlessly. Peter deepened the kiss, and earning a gasp from her, it allowed his tongue entrance into her mouth. It silenced her worries and all thoughts of this man being a stranger and being from out of space left her mind. The fact that they were on a rooftop and anyone could glance from the neighbouring apartments slipped away as his tongue danced with hers.

She couldn’t refrain from his touch any longer and adjusted her position; swinging her leg over his and straddled his lap, not breaking the kiss for a second. Peter’s arms snaked around her waist, holding her almost impossibly closer to him. 

The dressing gown fanned around them, giving her body access to the delicious friction of his erect cock through his jeans and her pyjama shorts, the material dampening at her core.

She wished she’d changed into the black underwear set that she had bought on a whim a couple of days ago. She was confident in pursuing this with Peter and she was glad her instincts were correct; it was just bad timing.

Peter’s deep moan disconnected their lips and Y/N bit hers as she watched the pleasure take over his features. His hands trailed down to her hips, gripping tightly to the soft gown, and untying the rope and pushing it off her shoulders. His lips met hers once more, she whimpered as his hands lifted her tank top over her head.

He drank in her appearance, his eyes scanning from her face down to her chest. He surged forward, his mouth leaving wet kisses to her jaw, following the path down her neck. Y/N’s hands found their way into his locks, tugging at the ends as he nipped at a sensitive spot on her collarbone.

Peter glanced up at her, an unspoken request for permission. She nodded and Peter obliged, latching around her nipple with his hand palmed at the other breast. Y/N gasped as his teeth scraped at the hardened bud then she tugged at Peter’s cotton top. He huffed as he finished his assault across her chest and pulled off the offensive article. Y/N stood up and shimmied out of the shorts. Peter followed suit with the denim and boxers.

The summer breeze struggled to cool their heated skin as they admired each other’s exposed figures. The moonlight cast shadows over their naked bodies yet highlighted every delicious dip and sensuous curve.

Y/N dropped to her knees in front of him, ignoring the debris that dug into her skin as she levelled herself with his cock. She used her index finger to smear the beaded pre-cum around his head. She curled her hand, gripping his shaft and languidly pumped.

“Fuck, Princess.” He grunted as she twisted her hand up and down his length. “Want your mouth.”

Y/N immediately parted her lips and began licking his tip then took him fully. The tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat caused her to choke slightly but as she regained her composure she looked up at Peter. Flushed cheeks and the darkened glint in his eyes held her gaze turned her into a mess.

Raspy moans and grunts spurred Y/N on; her tongue swirled, and she took him deeper into her throat once more. His hands gripped her shoulders, tugging her away to stand. The passion erupted between them, a clash of lips, teeth, and tongues. Peter’s hands slid down her body, grabbed at her thighs to lift and she obliged. 

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he laid her down on the sun lounger. She was in awe at his strength while he pulled the cushions to soften her head and back before letting her go completely. 

Peter pulled the blanket across them both then nuzzled at her neck, nipping at her sensitive spots, behind her ear, the corner of her jaw and along the edge of her collarbone. He rested on his left side, to keep her from toppling off the side and to keep his full weight off her.

Y/N whimpered at the way his cock teased at her entrance with each of the restricted ruts of his hips. His hands snaked down to her core, fingers rubbing at her clit, coating in her slick before two entered her pussy. 

Peter’s mouth continued the assault on her neck, leaving darkening marks while Y/N’s soft moans rang through the night. It coaxed the fire burning in her belly; the pleasure shivered to the tips of her fingers and the curl of her toes.

Y/N arched her back, her nipples grazing against the hard planes of his chest. Her head tipped back into the cushions; he was filling every part of her existence with ecstasy. The stars above them blurred as he added another finger; widening her ready to take his dick.

Peter entered her slowly; both adjusting to this new level of intimacy as his lips connected with hers and their tongues joined the fray. Y/N’s core twisted in desire and impatience as she ground her hips to encourage his movement.

Peter pushed and pulled against her body, his pelvis hitting her deliciously with each thrust. Her walls clenched around him as he continued to grind and dip and tug at her. Y/N surrendered her body to him, letting him take control, and relished in every second as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.

Her hands gripped tightly to his shoulders, nails digging into his tanned skin as his thrusts slowed but hardened. Their bodies moulded together as one, the feeling of weightlessness reached every corner of their existence as they reached their climax.

Peter pulled Y/N to lie across him, her head tucked into his neck. Their bodies relaxing into the cushions, their skin glistening with beaded sweat and the moonlight shining delicately across them both.

Y/N felt the gravitational pull back to reality; he was going to leave. It was only a matter of time.

To Be Continued...

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“I wanted to do a nice happy greeting, but instead I have to warn you that you have a problem up ahead.’

Betty, Martha and JD had all met them by a window that Duke had happily perched herself on. Well, happy was a stretch. Content might be a better word. She hadn’t exactly been joyful at any point throughout the entire morning, it was starting to get excessive, even for her. It made Heather so sure that she was still keeping a lot from her, even though she had confessed she was upset because of her parents, because there had been plenty of times she had been upset with her parents and she had recovered the next day. It was down to the sad fact of ‘growing numb from it’, but still. She wouldn’t even turn away from the scenery outside, though it was grey and dim, to greet any of the newcomers.

Heather followed Betty’s gaze as she nodded up the few steps next to them. She had been speaking to Veronica, but it concerned her too.

“Oooh, look who decided to show her face,” Veronica commented, having also turned to see the figure furiously marching towards them.

“Oh, she looks mad,” JD said, coming to stand next to her. “And she’s looking at you directly. Good look, babe!” He shoved her forward playfully, to which she grunted at him indignantly.

“I love having support from my boyfriend,” she snarked, before turning back to the huffing girl stopping just a few feet away, glowering at her dangerously. Not that it was scary, Courtney wasn’t all that tall.

“What the hell did you do?” she hissed. Heather just smiled innocently at her.

“Whatever do you mean?”

“You - or somebody here, knows exactly what I mean.” She shot an accusatory glare to all of them. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed. People have been whispering about me all goddamn week, and I want answers.” She reached out and grabbed her collar, sneering, “What did you tell them?”

Heather slapped her hand off in disgust. “You’re delusional,” she said, feeling a twinge of guilt for pretty much gaslighting her, but she reminded herself that it was different from when her parents did it to her. Courtney actually deserved it. “I haven’t spread anything about you.”

“It has to be you!” Courtney barked. “I know you’re upset that I insulted your little loser posse.” She eyed Betty, Martha, JD, Veronica and Duke in disdain. “It’s not my fault you let a bunch of nobodies infiltrate your friendship group, I was just pointing out the obvious!”

“Now, if you keep talking like that, maybe I will spread a rumour about you,” Heather said. “How’s, ‘the amount of times I’ve seen Courtney not wash her hands after using the restroom is gag-inducing, to say the least.’”

The group (except Duke) chuckled quietly while Courtney looked disgusted.

“That’s not even true!”

“Doesn’t have to be true. They’ll believe me.” She examined her nails, looking aloof. That only enraged Courtney more.

“You spread something! Tell me what it is, Chandler!” she demanded furiously. “Nobody will tell me. Whatever it is, you’re going to tell me right n-”

“Oh, fuck off, Courtney,” Duke suddenly spoke up, turning her head away from the window at last to shoot her an irritated glare. “Take your damage elsewhere, would you? Literally none of us care about some random preppy bitch scared of what some randos in the school are saying about her. You’ll be forgotten as soon as we all leave for college, hell, you’d be forgotten now if you didn’t constantly whine like a stuck up, spoiled little brat.”

Courtney, as well as everyone else, was understandably taken aback by the sudden outburst. Perhaps it wouldn’t have seemed so harsh, had Duke not looked so disinterested. She didn’t even hold her gaze, she just turned back around and gestured for her to leave with a flick of her wrist. Courtney let out a frustrated grunt, but exited the scene and made sure to glare at Heather snidely on the way out. Once she was out of sight, she laughed out loud.

“Oh, she is mad,” she chortled. “Coming up with a non-existent rumour was perfect, Heather.” She glanced at Duke, hoping to catch her eye to give her some praise, but she didn’t turn around. She gave a shrug, to Heather’s disappointment.

The group frowned at her, and while Mac decided to sit next to her on the window sill, she heard Martha lean to Veronica and whisper,

“Is she okay?”

“Um… she’s…” Veronica stammered, wondering what to say that wouldn’t get his head bitten off by Duke.

“Her parents are… getting on her nerves,” Heather quickly said, saving Veronica the stress. That shouldn’t reveal more than Duke would have liked; everyone gets irritated by their parents.

“That’s one way to put it,” Duke muttered, mostly to herself. Mac scratched the back of her neck nervously.

“So, should we go grab lunch? Since we’re all here,” she asked, looking around the group. The mood lifted and everyone agreed.

“I’ll catch up,” Heather told them. “I just need to get today’s question for lunchtime poll.” She left with them down the hallway, but stopped when they reached a turn.

“I also need the bathroom, so, I’ll catch up too,” JD added, hurrying off ahead of the group. Heather went in the opposite direction, and just before she reached the door to the student room, an arm slammed in front of her. She stepped backwards, immediately growing irritated upon seeing Courtney again. Didn’t she ever quit?

“I know you did something,’ she growled. ‘I’m not giving up until you tell me what.”

“Fuck off and stop bothering me, you goddamn leech.” She pushed her arm aside and tried walking towards the door again, only for her to step in her way.

“And here I thought you were wise in picking friends and enemies, Heather,” she hummed patronisingly. “As of late, it appears that isn’t true.”

“I know what I’m doing, so quit acting like I’m falling from grace or whatever you want to call it. Those people sit at my table because I let them. They’re Veronica’s friends, so I’d rather they not be harassed by bitches like you. And, you know, I’m dating one of them, of course,” she quickly amended. Courtney’s eyes narrowed.

“So you’re picking loserdome over people actually worthy of recognition now?” She not-so-subtly gestured to herself. “You’re a disappointment.”

“If it pisses you off, that’s fine by me.” She went to step around her, but Courtney wasn’t finished.

“Fine. If that’s how you want to play this, then maybe I’ll just find something to spread about you. You know, to make it even.”

Heather laughed out loud at that. “Good luck getting people believing you. Why do you think no one ever bothers us, hm? I make sure they don’t.” She turned to sneer at her. “Spreading lies about me won’t get you anywhere.”

Courtney took a step back, but brushed her threat off. “You’re not exactly as respected as you once were, Heather. Hence my whole warning about the friends you’re picking.” She cocked her head to the side and smirked. “Besides, I wasn’t going to spread a lie. I’m sure behind that perfect little image you’ve made for yourself, there’s something dreadfully embarrassing that you’d hate for anyone to get their claws on.”

Heather did her best to keep her expression from changing.

“Then I wish you luck finding whatever secrets you expect to find somehow. You’ll need it.” She straightened herself up, brushing non-existent dust off of her collar as if the mere presence of Courtney was making her filthy. “Meanwhile, I’ll find a lot of entertainment in your weird obsession with me.”

“It’s not an obsession-”

“Yeah, yeah. Have fun stalking me to figure out what’s happening in my personal life!” she sang over her shoulder as she walked away. “Totally not weird of you at all!”

She was soon out of her view, having stepped into the student room to grab her clipboard from Peter. She read over the question several times on her way back to the cafeteria, but it was hard to focus. As amusing as her argument with Courtney had been, the thought of her actually figuring something out did alarm her, whether she wanted to admit it or not. It’s not that she felt insecure about her choice in friends - even times when she thought she regretted expanding her bubble the way she did, she immediately shook the thought away when remembering what had happened last time she had disregarded Veronica’s friends as little more than the scum of the school that she could take advantage of whenever she wanted.

She wasn’t going to go back to that state of mind all because Courtney didn’t approve of her decisions. As daunting as the status quo change had been, she knew it was for the best to rid of that toxic mindset. But since she was making that choice, it seemed now she was an easy target for sabotage. And there was a lot of material one could use, if they found out somehow. Small things, like how her relationship with JD wasn’t real, or that she hasn’t seen a Remington party invite in ages, and didn’t want to see one ever again. Or there were the bigger things, like her actual choice in partners, or her reasonings for being so much more wary at parties. If any of those things got out, she knew it would be the end. Sure, Duke had managed to stay in power, but she wasn’t sure if she could be quite as strong as her if it came out that she was pansexual. Last time people had assumed she was attracted to women, hell had broken loose, and… she never wanted to go through that again.

The exception being her family, of course. That hadn’t bothered her at all. Coming out was little more than a tool to cut them out of her life for good.

She unfortunately found herself wondering if it would be better to separate the lunch tables again; perhaps she’d be safer that way. Not even just her - all four of them would be safe. Then that thought was dismissed upon seeing Veronica so happy to have Betty and Martha with him, laughing as he attempted to toss popcorn into Betty’s mouth from one corner of the table to another. No, she absolutely could not return to the old status quo, even if it benefited her a lot more. She had to stop being so selfish.

Then she found herself wondering, what of her reputation? She wasn’t about to deny that it was definitely crumbling. People still looked up to her, sure, but how long would that last? Would her newfound generosity slowly erode it away until she was just a face in the crowd?

But that thought got chased away while she was travelling around table to table, when she saw JD in the line for lunch, later than the rest of the group due to his trip to the bathroom, probably. A couple of guys were pushing and shoving him, all to cut in front of him in the queue. Well that just wouldn’t do. She marched over and grabbed his arm, pinning all three boys with a piercing glare.

“Is there a problem here?” she spat. Their brave, cocky expressions all collapsed, frightened ones being left behind in their place. They slowly shook their heads, awkwardly and fearfully. One of them stepped backwards in line, as if offering JD his place back, but she just scoffed scornfully and walked forward, until the two of them were right at the front. She felt bad for the girl who was about to grab a tray and walk through to grab her food, but it was worth it to gain the satisfaction of having JD grin at not having to wait in line any longer. When the girl behind them shot them a disgruntled look, she glowered at her threateningly, which got her to lower her head.

“Nice, I love boyfriend privileges,” JD said, grabbing a tray. He stepped aside and gestured to the space next to him. “You coming?”

“I’ll be there in a bit, I still have to bother some people with today’s question.” She stepped away. “See you later.”

So, no, she wasn’t going to change anything about her relationships to get Courtney off her back. If Courtney wanted to try and have her revenge with her, then so be it. If she suffered because of her, then surely, surely it would be worth it.

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Cookies | Peter Parker

Pairing: college aged!Peter Parker x Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: your best friend brings freshly-baked cookies and tells you a secret.

Request: do you listen to asmr boyfriend roleplay (on yt)? Some of them would be great as fics.

Warnings: the littlest angst, nosy people, awkwardness, a hint of low self-esteem, fluff, making out, language?

A/N: anon didn’t clarify which Peter Parker she meant so picture Andrew, Tom, 616!Peter, Peter B. Parker, Pine!Peter PS4!Peter or whoever you want.

Based off this YouTube video

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“Hi, beautiful.”

You made a face, cringing as the greeting left Peter’s lips.

His shoulders dropped. “Why do you always make that face when I call you beautiful? You know I’m joking.”

That was exactly the reason why it bothered you so much, he was just joking. He made a move to step into the household which prompted you to tease him in order to lighten the mood. “Why should I let you in?”

“I brought cookies! And your jacket.” His comment made you observe he was holding a container in his hand while your jacket hung from his left shoulder.

You let him in, following him toward the kitchen where he was placing the cookies on the counter. Peter always made himself comfortable in your house, he moved freely, probably because he had frequented it since he was a child. May and your mom were great friends, that meant Peter and you had practically been raised together.

“You’re home alone?” he inquired, taking in the unusual silence around the house.

You hummed, leaning against the wall. “I think I’ve been home alone since the early morning.”

“You think?”

“I was tired last night and went to sleep early—“

“And for the looks of it, you just woke up, huh?”

You looked down, realizing his eyes were on your body. You were still on your pajamas. Unconsciously, you straightened your back and nodded.

“I get it,” he assured. “I’ve been really busy, haven’t slept well in weeks.”

“How is everything going? We haven’t really talked in ages.”

One of the disadvantages of having Peter as a best friend was that with the constant teasing from your mom and May, you couldn’t have privacy. You had lost count of the instances in which your mom had burst into your room just to see if you weren’t finally making out with him. May wasn’t any better, constantly dropping hints that Peter and you would make an amazing couple.

Many times you had wondered if your mom’s attitude wasn’t just to make you feel less insecure, but if that was her intention her execution had the opposite effect.

Peter sighed a lament, “I know, I’m sorry. It’s just everyone around us says we should date and... w—well,” he stuttered, focusing on the wall behind you, “between you and me, w—would you ever...” his voice lowered to a mumble, “date me?”

“Sure,” you shrugged, frowning upon seeing his shocked expression. “You don’t believe me?”

“I thought that a—all the pressure everyone puts on us to date was a turnoff,” Peter explained, playing with the strings of his zippered hoodie.

“Not really.”

“But think about it, we wouldn’t have a single moment to ourselves! Everyone would always have their attention on us and our friends would tease us and—“ he stopped himself, analyzing your face. “You’re sure,” he asserted, you nodded in confirmation.

Peter hadn’t thought it through when he decided to confess. Should he ask you out? Tell you to forget about it? One would make him happy and the other would save him from a big embarrassment. But it was you, everything had to be okay — it was you, yes.

“Would you like to maybe catch a movie next weekend? Would that be okay for a date? I don’t know what you like in that way...”

“That sounds good, yeah.”

He licked his lips, “May is gonna kill me for this...” Peter got closer to you, eyes on your lips, “can I kiss you?”

You nodded. You only had kissed him once, you both were drunk and had dumbly made out — you didn’t think he remembered it and to be fair you only remembered parts.

Peter leaned in, slowly closing his eyes the second your lips made contact. The kiss was too short for your liking, but his lips were softer than anyone who was familiar with his habits would’ve ever assumed.

“W—was that okay? ‘Cause I would understand if you didn’t want to date me because of my kissing ski—“

You interrupted him with your mouth on his, cupping his cheeks while kissing him as intensely as you felt comfortable with while in the middle of the kitchen.

“I would date you if you were a bad kisser, though,” you whispered on his lips.

“Why on earth would you do that?”

“Because I like you, and it would be fun to teach you.”

“God, this is so embarrassing,” he laughed, shaking his head. “It’s not cool telling the person you like you like them, it’s supposed to just happen!”

“It literally just happened, Pete,”

“Yeah, but we’re both extremely busy! You have all those projects and I have school and then the other thing...”

“It’s okay if you don’t want this,” you told him, hoping you didn’t sound as disappointed as you felt.

“I do!” Peter wanted it more than anything he had ever wanted. He had liked you for such a long time, the pressure from everyone around the two of you made it all difficult and confusing but he couldn’t remember a moment in which he hadn’t thought you were absolutely perfect.

As much as his responsibilities didn’t align with yours, you always had time for him and he always orbited around you. You made him a better person, he wanted to impress you all the time and make you laugh and make you proud — he looked up to you, you kept him in check.

“I don’t wanna lose you in this,” he confessed, “I don’t want their pressure to ruin everything, I don’t want Spider-Man to get between us...”

“As long as you’re careful, there won’t be no problem.” You admired him too much, both as a person and as a superhero to have a problem with it.

Peter pulled you closer, his nose brushing yours as he spoke, “I’ll put it like this: do you wanna go out with me? Not like just going on dates but like being an actual thing. We don’t have to tell anything to anyone if you don’t want to, we won’t listen to them.”

You placed your hands on the back of his neck, “what if I want to tell them?”

You didn’t feel comfortable with being his secret. It would only be detrimental for your mental health and self-esteem, enough you had with the societal expectations placed upon you.

“Do you want them to know you’re dating a loser like me?” he half-joked, eyes boring into yours.

“I’d proudly say I’m dating a loser like you.”

Peter kissed you again, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Do you mind if I stick around for a bit? We could watch a movie or something.”

You shook your head, leaning in to peck his lips. He laughed into the kiss, lifting you off the floor over how excited he was. Instead of putting you down, Peter tightened his grip around you and carried you properly.

You giggled his name, squealing when he shifted you against his hips to fit you against his side. Out of reflex your legs wrapped around him, arms snaked over his neck. “Don’t drop me or I’ll cry.”

“Living room or your bedroom?”

“Bedroom, I have to take advantage of you being strong enough to carry me.”

He burst out laughing, walking toward the stairs and trotting up them. “I’ll carry you everywhere, baby.”

Pete didn’t put you down once you were in your bedroom, your now-boyfriend laid on your bed with you on top, enjoying the sight in more ways than one. With his hands on your wide waist, he leaned up to kiss you, too excited to hide it was one of the many things he had fantasized about.

Soon he was panting underneath you, the bulge in his jeans pressing against the thin material of your cotton pajamas making you shudder. His hands were strongly gripping the sides of your thighs as he bit into your bottom lip, the sound that he caused to come out of you the hottest thing he had ever heard. You kissed him heavily, trying to shut both of you up in case your family was back.

It didn’t matter if you made noise or not, a squeak from behind you made the both of you pull away. Turning around, you saw your mom frozen in the doorway. You sheepishly smiled at her, trying not to giggle when you saw Peter cover his boner with a pillow from your peripheral vision.

He blurted, nervously, “May sent some cookies.”

Your mom nodded, blinking rapidly. It was like she couldn’t believe what she had just seen and you didn’t know how to interpret it.

“Are the two of you a thing now?” She asked out of the blue, as if things had sunk when her eye caught Peter’s disheveled hair.

“Yes,” both you and Peter said at the same time.

Your mom clapped her hands together, “finally!”

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hey do you know of any fics where derek tries to impress/court/flirt with stiles but stiles is insecure and doesn't think or believe he's serious.

Here you go, @shadowfang18! - Anastasia

A Potato By Any Other Name by maiNuoire

(1/1 I 2,054 I Teen)

Derek is an excellent gift-giver, but Stiles has a hard time taking the romantic gestures as an honest declaration of abiding love. Eventually, he realizes he's being a terrible boyfriend and gets with the program by giving Derek a rather non-traditional gift of his own.

The Courting Dilemmas of a Spark and a Werewolf Prince by green-leaf (greenleaf)

(2/2 I 11,472 I Teen)

Talia smiled calmly. “I am well aware that you are not a werewolf, my darling, but I thought this would be the best reading material for you to use as reference. After all, how would you know how to act during a courting ritual if you do not study it?”

“But I don’t... I’m not…” Stiles narrowed his eyes at her. “Are you setting me up with someone?”

Talia rolled her eyes at him. “Don’t be obtuse, my darling. Why would I set you up with someone –”

“Oh, well, that’s good, because–”

“–when I have a son who is already perfectly enamored with you?”

The Many Downsides of Werewolf Bureaucracy by onceupon_adream

(11/11 I 35,049 I Mature)

Stiles is thirteen, and his life is over. His best friend is about to become a werewolf to cure his asthma, and there’s nothing Stiles can do about it. Well, there's one thing: he can apply to be a human part of the pack. He does, but gets rejected - or so he thinks. Five years later, Peter Hale brings up an obscure clause in the contract he signed, forcing him to formally court a werewolf of the Hale pack. Scott says Stiles can court him - they're best bros, after all - but there are other forces at work.

Or, Stiles accidentally has to court Derek Hale, who won't let him phone it in.

[mairights]

→ lovebug | p.p.

summary: peter parker gives you a present on your birthday.

words: 2.2k

paring: peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: none

this is dedicated to crackhead in crime aka em aka @poetrypeter for her birthday 💘💘 happy birthday em n i hope u enjoy this

“tell me a secret,” peter whispers. his dark brown eyes flit in and out of your vision as he blinks slowly, lashes fluttering with the movement. his fingers ghost your cheek with a gentle touch. you nudge against the touch, urging his hand closer. he obliges and cups your cheek.

the two of your rest on top of your covers, facing each other with tentative smiles and gentle touches. your birthday’s been a quiet one; morning texts from peter detailing sweet promises, lunch at delmar’s (discounted by the man himself), and then a long nap at home with peter. now nearly seven in the evening and the sun going down, things were coming to an end.

“what kind of secret?” you giggle, matching his soft tone of voice. the comforter nearly swallows your words, what with your cheek pressed against it, but peter hears you. he scoots closer to you on the bed.

“like...” he pauses, searching for the words; he looks up to the ceiling in thought. you playfully mock the look on his face, sticking your tongue out between your teeth. peter pinches your cheek when he notices, sending you both into a fit of quiet laughter.

“peter, what kind of secret?”

your boyfriend exhales softly. “hmm... perhaps... what you might want as a present? for a certain occasion?”

you give peter a deadpan look. he tries to keep a straight face, lips pursed to hide a smile and eyebrows raised. the freckles dotted across his nose and cheeks bloom like flowers— the fading evening sun makes them particularly noticeable. they pop against his rosy cheeks and tempt you to count them. you’ve always thought them to be one of his most precious features, poking them or kissing them whenever you could. maybe peter knows you’re thinking that because he breaks his gaze at the wall.

“so?” he says expectantly, still biting back a smile. you gently shove his shoulder; peter reaches to catch your hand before you can pull it away, entwining his fingers with yours. you squeeze his hand.

“if you’re looking for a birthday present,” you begin teasingly, “you’re a little late, baby.”

peter’s suddenly blushing deeply, looking down in between your bodies. his thumb strokes along the side of your hand in a familiar gesture.

“no! i have your present, lovebug, promise. i just...” peter bites his lip, looking nervous for what seems like no reason. your eyebrows furrow in concern.

“hey,” you squeeze his hand once again, pulling it to your chest. he can feel your heartbeat, loud and even. he thinks your hearts must always be in sync; every time yours calms, his calms. when you’re nervous, his speeds up. maybe you share a heartbeat, like some sort of soulmate connection has linked them together for no reason other than to show how much he needs you, loves you. how much you love him.

you lean down and press a kiss to peter’s fingers. he smiles, falling deeper for the pretty, pretty girl in front of him. you’ve always been so sweet and loving, had such an entrancing quality that made him want to be near you all the time. he thinks about that when he feels your soft breath as you talk.

“i will love whatever you give me,” you promise him. “even if it’s just you. i’ll take kisses if that’s what you have for me.”

peters eye’s crinkle with laughter.

“it’s better than kisses, angel. at least, i hope so.”

“better than kisses? must be really good then.”

peter meets your eyes after the playful statement. the worry is gone and replaced with a hopefulness.

he sits up quickly, pressing a peck to your joined hands just before he releases them. you prop yourself up on an elbow and watch him clamber out of bed. he fumbles around a little, socked feet sliding around on the wood floor. he’s wearing one of your favorite comfy outfits of his; it’s just black jeans and a midtown sweater, but it looks really cute on him. it’s something about the way the sleeves are too long and cover his palms and how the jeans hug his legs, you guess.

peter throws a look over his shoulder when he bends to shuffle through his backpack.

“close your eyes,” he commands softly. you smile and obey.

“eyes closed.”

and peter resumes rummaging. it takes him a minute to find his gift, leaving you with a few moments of impatience. he catches you once peeking from beneath your lidded eyes and tsks, waving his hand.

“i said eyes closed!!!” he scolds. you bite back a laugh.

“well, hurry up!!”

but as you’re saying that, he finds the gift. beneath everything else in his bag. he lets out a sigh of relief and holds it close to his chest. when he straightens up, facing you again, your eyes are still closed.

“keep ‘em closed, okay, pretty girl?”

he can see your little smile even though you can’t. you nod in agreement and keep your eyes shut.

peter makes his way over to the bed again. he prompts you to sit up and slides back into his spot. he’s nervous but unsure why; you’ve never had a bad thing to say about any of his gifts, be it valentine’s or christmas or ‘hey, i saw this and thought of you’ present. it’s not even just because you’re a sweetheart and would love whatever he could give you, it’s that he genuinely gives good gifts. but he still worries and feels insecure. he can’t help it.

your hand reaches out in the dark (your dark) to squeeze his knee. it’s mostly to reassure him, but you’re also impatient; he’s been sitting there for an excruciating amount of time. only a few seconds, but that’s enough.

“quit holding it hostage,” you beg, “please?”

peter smiles at your pleading, at the way your closed eyes soften with the words. he touches your wrist and turns it palm up. before he gives you the present, he strokes his thumb across the lines and grooves of your palm— a sweet gesture. you relax beneath it.

“alright,” he concedes, “just, maybe... oh, god, never mind. i’m gonna shut up.”

without further adieu, peter presses an object into your hands. before you open your eyes, you skirt your fingers over it. it’s a box, that’s for sure, but the corners are rounded and it’s coated in a soft, celebrity material.

“did you get me jewelry?” you ask, still fumbling with the box.

“uh, sort of... open it and see?”

he says it like a question, so timid. you finally open your eyes and look down; sure enough, it’s a jewelry box about the size of your hand. after one last look up at your boyfriend and an encouraging nod, you open it.

inside is jewelry, as you expected, but it’s not quite what you were picturing.

a light gold chain is tucked into the velvet of the box, revealing the charms dangling from it. a tinier chain of the same color, but only about three-quarters of an inch long, holds a charm styled like a pale pink peony flower, material molded so the olive-green stem is curved and the petals bloom outwards. dangling just in front of that adornment is a smaller one, this time in the shape of a bee, its tiny wings the same material as the chain. when you press your finger to the back of the bee charm, your find a slightly raised circle, like a button.

“peter,” you say softly, “sweetheart, where did you even get this? it’s... this is so pretty, it must’ve...”

you can’t even get the sentence out properly. peter finds a grin spreading across his cheeks.

“it didn’t cost much, if that’s what you’re asking. i, uh, kinda made it.”

“made it?” your head flips up, eyes wide, “you made this?”

peter nods sheepishly, teeth dragging on his bottom lip.

“except for the chain. and with ned’s help. he has lots of little tools. and, uh..”

peter reaches forward, nudging your fingers out of the way. he turns the bee over, revealing the button you felt.

“see this?”

“mhm. what is it?”

“well...”

he presses the button three times; nothing happens, but you hear a soft, intermittent buzzing coming from his bag. it’s quiet and you can barely hear it, might not have if it wasn’t so quiet in your room. you think it’s his phone until he reaches for it and pulls out his suit. not the whole suit, but the sleeve. the glove is what’s buzzing, a flow emitting from a spot on the back of it.

you raise an eyebrow. “it... makes your suit buzz?”

peter laughs. “yeah, but more than buzz.”

“huh?”

peter lets go of his suit when you ask. he raises his eyebrows, a little ‘may i?’ before he slips the necklace from its box. he leans in close to clip it comfortably around your neck.

“i always worry about you, y’know?”

“i know. but you don’t have to.”

“i still do, though,” he says into your ear, “and this is my little way of remedying that.”

he kisses a spot behind your ear and pulls back.

“press it three times,” he presses the bee the same way as before and the suit buzzes once more, “whenever you’re in trouble, whenever you need me, and i’ll come find you. i put, uh, a little tracker in it. but it only activates if you press it, i promise. just when you need it. i’m not a creep. i don’t think.”

peter speaks quickly, so excited and nervous that he’s pretty much babbling all of this info to you. he looks so pretty when he talks so fast; his eyes shine, his cheeks flush, and he fiddles with his fingers. you thumb the necklace and silently admire it for a moment; it really is pretty. you’d wear it without the little buzzer in a heartbeat, but something about that makes your heart melt.

you can tell peter’s nervous as he awaits your reaction— whether you’ll think it’s dumb or creepy or anything in between. but you don’t; peter always worries, no matter how much he tries, no matter how much you talk him down. you worry for him, too. the charm sets you at ease as much as him. it’s an aim to protect you without being invasive.

“peter...”

“you don’t have to wear it, if you don’t like it. or i can take the button off, whatever you want, i-i–“

you stop him with a squeeze of his fingers. his eyes are so wide and soft, pleading for your reaction. in an attempt to soothe him, you bring his hand to your cheek.

“i love it,” you say softly, “so much.”

peter sighs in relief. “you do? really?”

a breathy laugh falls from your lips in sync with a nod. it’s incredible, the way you’ve managed to fall for someone just as in love with you as you are them. someone so tender and gentle and worried for you.

the air between you two settles, peter’s eyes softening into adoration. he leans forward to kiss you through a grin. it’s spoiled when you smile back into it, but peter just tilts his forehead against yours.

“i love you so much,” he breathes out, “and i... i’m so glad you like it. i was really afraid you wouldn’t.”

“i can tell, bug.” you shut your eyes. peter’s still holding your hand.

“sorry,” he kisses you again, just a brief peck, “i just... i dunno. just really wanted to give you something you love. plus...”

he reaches in between the two of you to touch the necklace again.

“...you’re my little flower, y’know? my honeybee. just wanna keep you safe. a bug for my bug.

god, the way your stomach flutters. tears prick at the corner of your eyes; you really like bein’ his honeybee. you think of saying something really sweet back, but all you can think to respond with is:

“and decked out in really dope jewelry.”

the both of you laugh, foreheads still pressed together. the atmosphere is tender and sweet, nothing but love between the two bodies on top of the bed. two hearts beat in tandem and you swear the bee on your chain flutters, too.

when you release peter’s hand and press your lips to his, he wraps his arms around your torso and tries to pour every bit of love he can into the kiss. your knees overlap with his, what with the both of you sitting cross-legged, and it’s kind of uncomfortable but neither of you mind.

you pull away one more time.

“i love you too,” you tell him, “and i’m gonna wear this all the time, okay?”

peter squeezes your torso in a silent thanks. he doesn’t say it, but you know he appreciates it. it sets him so much at ease; the necklace is your present, but it’s for him, too. that’s partly why he didn’t know if you’d like it— thought you might not enjoy the concept of a “shared gift,” might think him selfish. but all the gift does is make you fall more for him. you’re already planning outfits in your head to accentuate it.

your boyfriend strokes your waist and kisses you on the temple.

“happy birthday, lovebug.”

“happy birthday to me.”

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[wondershawns]

a blurb about being raul's gf PLS? i need it

A/N: Here we goooo, the last few were more focused on Peter so I figured it was Raul’s turn.

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“Baby, what’s wrong?” Raul sat on the edge of the bed, letting you pull him closer until you were curled in a ball with your face hidden in his chest.

“Nothing,” You mumbled, breathing in his comforting smell.

          There was nothing like Raul, really. He might have two brothers who almost looked identical to him, but he was the kind of person you could only meet once in a lifetime. Meeting him was… interesting to say the least.

         Raul had this exterior, this layer of him he used to protect himself from bad friendships and people with shady intentions, and getting through it hadn’t been easy. His family knew him, the real him, but he didn’t give his trust easily. With Shawn’s fame and his own career as a model he met dozens of people every day, and finding out who was honest with him was hard. Shawn and Peter were these human lie detectors, and Raul envied them for it. They could analyse situations and tell if someone was being genuine or not, but Raul couldn’t. Instead, he hid himself under his sass and confidence.

         He was the one the fans had categorised as the ‘bad boy’, not the soft gentle one, the one you didn’t know much about but fantasized over anyway. To them Peter was the cute one, the one they wanted to cuddle with, and Shawn, of course, was ultimate boyfriend material. Raul rolled with it most of the time, why wouldn’t he? It worked for him, and it meant people couldn’t get into his heart too easily, it was perfect.

         Still, somehow, you managed to get through all of this to be with him.

“Honey,” He whispered, playing with your hair in a calming way. “Tell me.”

“I don’t want you to leave.” Your fingers fiddled with the hem to his t-shirt, occasionally brushing over his skin.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” He kissed the top of your head. “I’ll call whenever I can.”

“It’s nice when you’re around.” You pulled away enough to look at him, and he nodded slightly.

“Yeah, it is.”

         You angled your head up a little, asking for a kiss that he gladly gave you. Maybe he wasn’t ready to talk about his feelings yet, and maybe he wasn’t ready to hear about yours either, but he was still showing you he cared every day. Raul just wasn’t good with words. He expressed himself through his actions, it was easier for him to give you a kiss than tell you he’d miss you.

         He was making progress, slow but steady progress that made your heart burst every day. One of his biggest insecurities when he began seeing you on a regular basis was that he had never taken the whole relationship thing seriously. You were friends first, of course, but it didn’t mean it wasn’t scaring him to death.

         When you began hanging out alone with him he fought his feelings to keep them friendly, but it didn’t take long for the attraction between you to become too much. He couldn’t keep himself away from you, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. He let you come over anytime, and at first you left late at night before falling asleep, going home and leaving him alone. It took him more than you’d think to ask you to stay the night.

         He didn’t just want you to come around, he wanted you to stay. He didn’t just want you in his bed for a few hours, he wanted you to sleep there and cuddle with him until morning. His mood swings confused you so much that you fought more than once, one second he was saying he wanted you to stay the night, the next he was too busy to see you for a whole two weeks. You didn’t know where he stood until you met his brothers. He was more relaxed then, a little softer than usual perhaps, and Shawn and Peter were just too nice for you to think Raul was the kind of asshole who would play with you. He was as sensitive as Peter was on the inside, he just hid it and coped with things differently.

         You then made it your mission to get inside his armor. You didn’t doubt for a second that you’d find the most amazing person under his protective layers, and you were right. Raul was sweet and caring, he was just learning how to open up to strangers. He had spent so many years close to a steady group of people that he was having a hard time letting anyone else in. He wanted to, he really did, and he managed to tell you that a few times.

         It took a while for you to talk things out to be comfortable with the way you both communicated. At first you thought words were easier, telling someone how you felt was clear, there was no second guessing, but you quickly learnt it wouldn’t work with Raul. He couldn’t have you say things so openly when he was incapable of saying them back, not because he wouldn’t mean them, but because he couldn’t put the words together.

         You took note of the little things he did around you and realised they were more meaningful than you had thought. What most people did for affection he did for meaning. Forehead kisses were his way of reminding you he was there for you, and when you were at his place he was pretty much constantly touching you. In more crowded spaces he’d try to hold your hand, wrap an arm around your waist if he could, but if he was too far he’d look at you and smile every few minutes.

         You liked the way things worked, it was nice not to have to over explain everything, but you had a hard time remembering how much he cared when he was away. Visiting Shawn on tour was one of his favorite things to do, but when all he had to communicate with you was a phone he was forced to use words. He couldn’t pull you closer at night, bring you lunch on a bad day, kiss you softly to make you melt.

“Baby?” He cupped your cheek, making you look at him again. “I’m only leaving for three weeks, you won’t even notice I’m gone.”

“Of course I will,” You let him kiss you again.

“Promise I’ll talk to you every day.” He let his nose brush over yours and you nodded lightly. “The first thing I’m doing when I’m back is coming to see you.”

“Okay,” You closed your eyes, feelings his lips brush yours again.

         You allowed him to push you back into the mattress so that he could hover his body on top of yours while he kissed you. You set one of your hands on the back of his neck, playing with the short curls there. Raul deepened the kiss slowly and he rested his weight in his hips, keeping you underneath him.

         You weren’t planning on going anywhere anyway, you were exactly where you needed to be. You helped him raise your shirt over your head and ran a thumb over his cheek. No matter how many times he saw you like this he always needed a few seconds to take you in. He loved looking at you and reminding you of how gorgeous you were, but this time his eyes came back to yours quickly.

         You didn’t speak before he kissed you again, still slow and soft, in sync with his hands over your skin. His lips barely left yours unless it was to remove clothes, and you pretty sure he had never been that soft.

         You caressed his skin, resisting the temptation to kiss your way down his neck. He wasn’t about to break that kiss, and when you both needed to breathe he pulled away just enough to let you do that. You panted against each other but you didn’t make a move to get away either, instead you lifted your head to press you lips to his again, swallowing his quiet moans.

         He took his time, getting as close to you as he possibly could. He needed to be slow, to show you how much you meant to him.

         You clutched his shoulders to steady yourself, and he kissed you harder, his rhythm never faltering until he reached his high too. Raul rested his forehead against yours for a few seconds, breathing hard in sync with you. He wasn’t ready to move just yet, and the way you held onto him told him you weren’t either.

         When he finally did, it was only to kiss you and lift his head to look into your eyes.

“Honey, I-” I love you. The words got caught in his throat, but everything he wanted to tell you was written in his eyes.

“I know,” You whispered, tugging on his hair gently when his head fell to your shoulder.

         He rested his weight on you before rolling to the side with you, cradling you against his chest as his fingers traced patterns over your back. You kissed his chest, wrapping your arms around him. Raul kissed the top of your head in return, praying that someday you’d notice the patterns he traced on your back were letters to all the words he wanted to say to you.

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Based on my new favorite concept by @thotmendes of course

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[whovianfeminism]

Whovian Feminism Reviews the New Target Novelizations

I fell in love with the Target Doctor Who novels in the year between when the Classic episodes were taken off of Hulu and when they were finally put back up on BritBox. Trying to catch up on all the stories I hadn’t seen yet — and re-watching some of my favorites — was becoming an insurmountable financial burden. DVDs for individual stories regularly cost anywhere between $15 and $40 (and some out-of-print DVDs could go for as much as $90 on Amazon or eBay). I started combing the local second-hand bookstores to find cheap used DVDs, but oddly, I rarely found any. What I did find were stacks of Target novels — $2 each, or three for $5, and suddenly I had a handful of stories previously out of my reach.

Even though the Classic stories are available for streaming again, I still love collecting and reading the Target novels. So when I heard they were reviving the imprint for novelizations of the modern series, I was ridiculously excited. Instead of waiting for the U.S. release date, my family ordered three of the novels for my birthday from Amazon UK: Rose by Russell T. Davies, The Christmas Invasion by Jenny Colgan, and Twice Upon a Time by Paul Cornell. I read them all in one weekend and then re-read them all again. Each is a delightful novelization that could entirely stand on its own and be appreciated by someone who has never seen its on-screen counterpart. But for those who have already seen the episode, each novelization brings a renewed and deeper appreciation for the on-screen story.

First up was Rose. It’s a hefty novelization that diverges fairly significantly from the on-screen story. The original story is there, to be sure, but Davies has slipped in a few more plot twists to keep even devoted re-watchers on their toes. He’s fully enjoying having absolutely zero time or monetary restrictions to build his new story — to be honest, I’m not even sure he was given a word-count limit. And yet, it never feels tiresome. There is genuine dread and horror at what the Nestene Consciousness is capable of. And even though the reader will likely already know which characters will live and die, there are enough new characters introduced to create a real sense of concern about whether your favorites will survive. 

Davies also goes on significant and lengthy digressions to explore the lives and inner thoughts of these characters. Surprisingly, it’s “Mickey the idiot” who comes out looking the best. Significant care is taken in Rose to explore Mickey’s life and how it influences his world view. He still has his flaws — he’s not the most attentive boyfriend, and he doesn’t react particularly well to the Doctor — but far greater qualities are revealed. Mickey is a man who has lived and suffered and lost most of the people he loved most, and yet all of those experiences have just made him kind. His life in the Powell Estates doesn’t feel stifling to him like it does to Rose, because to him it offers stability and the opportunity to make a new family. He opens his home to anyone who needs one, including three of his friends who don’t feel safe or welcomed in their homes.

Those three friends include a gay man, a trans woman, and another male character who doesn’t explicitly state his sexuality, but does take his first tentative steps towards a relationship with the other man after surviving the Auton attack. And Mickey welcomes them all with open arms. Davies could have left out several pages of additional material and rested on his laurels, and yet he went out of his way to add new characters to make this novelization explicitly, unapologetically queer. 

Next up was Colgan’s novelization of The Christmas Invasion. Personally, I think Colgan is one of the most quietly devastating writers working on Doctor Who right now. I rarely walk away from one of her books or Big Finish audios without feeling deeply upset about something she’s written (in the best way possible!). And The Christmas Invasion gives Colgan a lot of tragedy to work with. By the time that Harriet Jones orders the destruction of the Sycorax ship, you see a fuller impact of the invasion and how many lives were still lost despite the Doctor’s intervention, and the victory over the Sycorax seems even more hollow.

But Rose’s own personal tragedy is the focus here. It’s easy for those of us who have sat through regenerations multiple times to have our empathy for the companions dulled, and The Christmas Invasion is easier than most to mock. After all, the Doctor told Rose what was going to happen to him right before he regenerated. But Rose doesn’t just have to come to terms with what physically happens to the Doctor. She has to work through her own fears and insecurities about how their relationship will change, and whether she’s just permanently lost one of the most important people in her life. It’s another form of grieving, and Colgan handles Rose’s grief beautifully. 

But by far the most tragic scene was right at the end, when Rose leaves with the Doctor again and Jackie is left alone, desperately bustling around her empty apartment and creating as much noise as possible to hide her own sadness. Perhaps this just reflects my own guilt as a daughter who left her mother and travelled very, very far and doesn’t call nearly as often as she should, but damn, that hit me hard.

Finally, there was Cornell’s novelization of Twice Upon A Time. This was actually the first of the novelizations I read. The bittersweet joy of Peter Capaldi’s departure and the pure exhilaration of Jodie Whittaker’s arrival were still so fresh that I couldn’t wait to experience them all over again. And, oh, it was so good. I’m not exaggerating at all when I say I literally sobbed at the end of the book. But thankfully, Cornell kept me laughing all the way through.

Twice Upon A Time’s ending is a tear-jerker, but at its heart, this is a classic multi-Doctor story, full of humor and merciless mocking of each of the Doctors. Every single joke set up by Steven Moffat gets knocked out of the park by Paul Cornell. An anachronistic VHS becomes the Dalek’s missing Master Plan. An off-hand joke comparing the first Doctor to Merry Berry becomes an entirely new side-story about her friendship with the Third Doctor.

One of my greatest disappointments with the televised Twice Upon a Time was that Bill didn’t get a satisfying arc of her own. She existed largely to facilitate the plot, or to assist with the Doctor’s emotional labor towards his regeneration. But in his novelization, Cornell gives Bill the happy ending with Heather that she deserved, full of adventures and cats and love. 

But it’s the regeneration scene that keeps pulling me back to this book. The interior monologue that Cornell creates for the Twelfth Doctor as he decides whether or not to regenerate is so perfect for the moment. It reflects not only on Capaldi and Moffat’s tenure on the show, but also on the pivotal importance of the moment that’s about to come. This is a Doctor who feels trapped in a never-ending cycle, moving from battlefield to battlefield, gaining and losing friends along the way. And he’s doing it all from “basically the same model of body,” because he’s “one of those stuck-in-a-rut Time Lords.” He knows change is necessary, but doubts how much he’s really capable of.

The Doctor’s upcoming regeneration isn’t just a curiosity or a gimmick, it’s necessary, and vital, and a validation of the Twelfth Doctor’s decision to regenerate. The Thirteenth Doctor proves that change is possible, and that even the Doctor can still be surprised by something new and delightfully unexpected.

“Rose” by Russell T. Davies, “The Christmas Invasion” by Jenny T. Colgan, “The Day of the Doctor” by Steven Moffat, “Twice Upon a Time” by Paul Cornell, and “City of Death” by James Goss are currently available in the U.K. and will be released in the U.S. on June 19th. Or, if you’re impatient like me, you can order them through Amazon UK.

[lavenmadelaine]

WORTH THE READ!!!

I cursed a Godly man. It all started two weeks ago when my boyfriend suddenly kept secrets from me. We were on a café below my office when he told me that he had little money on himself left. Innocently curious, I asked him the reason for this, and he only said that he bought something. I kept on insisting to know what it was since he usually tells me where his money goes. He refused and told me not to nag him about it. He was acting odd. Sure, I quietly obeyed him, but the question remained in my heart. A week and a half later, I was in my office during lunch break when he asked me to call him ASAP. He informed me that on the very same day, he was going to another city. It was already past noon and whenever he travels to CDO, he does so early in the morning. He arrived in CDO at already 6PM and I already knew that he won’t be coming back to Iligan on the same day because of the curfew. This started to make me mad when I felt like he made a very wrong decision. This wasn’t the Aaron I knew. Aaron budgets his money. He makes plans. He doesn’t like it when people invite him to an outing or an event without at least a week’s notice. He prepares. Wherever he goes, he always invites me. But this time, he simply informed me that he wants to go to another city without telling me in advance. I found it hypocritical for him when he doesn’t want me to go anywhere without a plan, but he did the thing he didn’t want me to do. I questioned his credibility. When I asked him why, he couldn’t make up his words. It was ambiguous and he told me not to ask him a lot of questions. My thoughts and disappointments piled up and this finally angered me. I felt like he doesn’t trust me anymore. I felt that I was unimportant for him that he doesn’t involve me in his plans unlike before. He kept me in the dark by keeping secrets. My female mind started to wander at different possibilities, scenarios. The “What ifs” started to cross my mind. I know that he is a faithful man, but I started to think about horrible ideas that a girlfriend dreads. I was overthinking. I started to curse him. I hurled insults. I attacked his integrity. I reckoned that I will never trust what he says ever again. I was mad at him the moment he pursued his travel until the evening. In between and even when he was apologetic and gracious to me, I still bugged him with harsh text messages and calls until his phone’s battery was drained. If you knew him personally, you'd know that he is strict and has a strong personality, but even after my series of text messages and calls insulting him and making him feel worthless, he had the patience of a saint. He never fought back, not even to defend his rights nor his integrity. Nothing made sense to me. As funny as it seems, when I was bothering him with all the harsh messages, a verse was constantly impressed on my mind. Colossians 3:13 “Make allowance for each other's faults, and forgive anyone who offends you. Remember, the Lord forgave you, so you must forgive others.” But despite knowing this, I intentionally let my emotions control me. I hadn’t communicated with Aaron after it as his phone was now dead. All I knew was that at 9 PM he was already on his way back to Iligan. Before I went to sleep, I grabbed a book titled “He said, She said, and what God said” (A book with Pastor Peter and Deonna) and randomly opened the pages. Before me was a story about a couple who fought with each other, but reconciled quickly as they followed Biblical principles that says “In your anger do not sin. Do not let the sun go down when you’re angry.” In my surprise, the same verse I was constantly impressed upon, Colossians 3:13, was also mentioned in the story. It finally dawned upon me that God wants me to forgive him. I knew his phone was dead but I still left him a message. I apologized for the mean words I said and for being disrespectful. I slept with a lighter heart. Morning came and he informed me that last night, he walked from the Bus Terminal all the way to his home. I was tempted to mock him and make him feel bad about his decisions, but I held my tongue. There was no mention of our fight last night or if he read my apology. He invited me to go out with him in the afternoon, though I was busy, I wanted to go with him, a bit to compensate for our rough situation the day before. We met outside the mall. There he was at a distance, looking very sharp and handsome with his hair neatly combed back like a Mafia. He wore a striped long-sleeved dress shirt that made him look like the Aaron I saw 2 years before. Beside him was a wooden object that I would only see on movies. It was an unfamiliar thing to me. I took a closer look. It was a vintage picnic basket. I finally understood everything. The item he bought some weeks ago that he was hesitant to tell me about was a classic picnic basket. He bought it from the US and it was quite expensive because of the shipping fee. He went to Cagayan de Oro to buy food for the picnic. Strawberries. Grapes. Oranges. Almonds, Pistachios, and Hazelnut. Toasted French Baguette with Salami, Butter, Tomato and Lettuce. A small bottle of Lambic Beer and a box of Ferrero Rocher’s – the chocolate I mentioned to him that I knew but never tasted. We went to a park near the shore. He spread the picnic blanket on the soft green grass. It was a picture perfect moment... the ideal and perfect date and something most girls today wouldn't probably experience. But he was quiet. I looked at him as he took out the food. 😢 I was harsh to him. I cursed the man who loved me and never failed to show it. I insulted and disrespected the man whose only wish was to surprise me and spend a good time with me, to bring me out of my stress in work and my CPA board reviews. He was the kind of man who wrote me genuinely type-written and hand-written love letters when he was courting me. He was the man who came to my office on a random, un-special day and surprised me with roses. He isn’t rich but he made sure Valentine’s Day for me was unforgettable and extra special. He was an old soul. Reserved and melancholic. This guy never had a hint of unfaithfulness in him, but I doubted him. He saw the worst in me, and at times I hurt him very badly, but this man never left and he loved me the same. Though he is imperfect, he never failed to lead me Spiritually, imparts me good values, and shares me his wisdom. I cursed a Godly man and it was unfair. I had so much guilt in me that I tearfully and shamefully apologized to him after prayer. He didn’t say a word but he released a quick half-hearted smile without looking at me. It was one of his smiles that would tell me he was hurt but he still loved me. I can see the hurt I have caused him by just looking at his eyes. Nevertheless, I knew he forgave me. I know that he doesn’t keep a record of my wrongs, and I knew that we were good when I finally saw his genuine smile back as he desperately tried to open his lambic beer without a corkscrew. We went on to enjoy the afternoon picnic date, we had no cameras to capture the moment, but we only enjoyed it even more. It rained late in the afternoon and we transferred to another place and added our left-over food for a candle light dinner with his family. --- Before that day started, I had a morning devo on James 2:2-10. “With the same mouth we praise and thank God, and out of the same mouth we curse men who were made in God’s likeness” I was rebuked and reminded that we should be careful with our words. When we are angered, we shouldn’t speak hastily. Pause, process and pray. There is always a right time to talk, and a right time to keep quiet. Even when we are offended or confused, we should choose to say words that encourage and build people up. This is especially true when we don’t know all the details. I know that women often feel insecure. We feel insecure in God’s love especially when God seems silent. How much more to a man who keep secrets. But if there is anything I’ve learned today, it is to trust God and trust a Godly man. I trust God because He is in control of everything and He has plans for me. I trust a Godly man, not because he knows everything, but he also puts his trust on God and he is accountable to God for his actions. Ladies, if you found a Godly man, let him have the benefit of the doubt. A lot of women today, even some Christian women, think that they should be involved in all their man’s business. But our job is not to know everything, our job is to support them and see the best in them. Maybe part of the reason why we see a lot of men that refuse to step up today is because we hinder them. We should allow them opportunities to lead in their own ways, especially our boyfriends who should practice the Godly discipline of leadership. A Godly man leads, loves, and provides. Above all, a Godly man trusts in the Lord and has a personal relationship with Him. That kind of man doesn't have to be perfect, he might not even do these things that Aaron does. The key is to lower your expectation and raise your appreciation to your man. Even Aaron plays DOTA and other video games, but he makes it a point to be a husband material as much as he can before marriage. Instead of nagging him about playing computer games, I try my best to support him and encourage him on other matters. Men need respect more than they need love. And even when their actions sometimes fail our expectations, we still need to honor them even when we don't feel like it. Our little sacrifices and commitment strengthen the relationship. Ladies, maybe it’s also time to stop overthinking. You might say this is normal, but it’s not. Are we so used to the patterns of this world that whenever a man becomes silent or keep secrets, we immediately assume he's up to no good? We need to rise above our emotions and let God take care of everything especially of the things that we cannot control. May God bless everyone who reads this and I hope this message finds you well and worth your time. ;)

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hey! I love all your recs so much thank you for taking the time! Please can you put together a list of fics where everyone thinks Stiles is amazing or gorgeous and he has no idea? Thank you!!

Here’s a bunch of insecure!Stiles. - Anastasia

Best Laid Plans of Wolves and Men by Jerakeen

(1/1 I 2,026 I Teen I Sterek)

Maybe murder seems better to Derek than being Stiles Stilinski's pretend boyfriend.

Blood Moon Run by jackgyeoms

(1/1 I 2,292 I Explicit)

Stiles wasn't really sure why everyone insisted that he participate in the Blood Moon Run.

Or the one where Stiles doesn't want to run but has to, and it ends up being a very good thing.

A Question of Pack by CawCawMF

(1/1 I 5,290 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles had always been sure of his place in the pack. That place being the absolute lowest tier in the hierarchy of werewolf pack dynamics, but he was sure of it all the same. He wasn’t necessary exactly, since just about anyone could conduct research on supernatural mythology, but his job was still important to the pack and he felt good about that. At least, that’s what he always thought. That all came crumbling down one sunny afternoon in the form of Jackson’s big mouth.

Where In the World is Derek Hale? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 5,968 I General I Sterek)

It had been four days.

Four days since the incident. And he hadn’t heard from Derek once since then.

They’d been out fighting the most recent big bad, because Beacon Hills was a fucking magnet for bad things coming to town. They’d been in the middle of the fight, and Derek had told Stiles to run, which he hadn’t, because fuck you Derek Hale. So he hadn’t run, which ended up being a good thing, because he ended up saving Derek’s life.

When they’d won, the two of them dirty and panting, Derek had rounded on him and proceeded to shout at him for being stupid and reckless. Stiles had screamed back, and it had basically been a giant back and forth shouting match before Stiles had blurted out, “Because I fucking love your dumb, stupid face you idiot!” and had proceeded to kiss said idiot's dumb, stupid face.

What's Held on Our Shoulders by chameleonoverhere

(1/1 I 8,458 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek drops Stiles off at school, and this attracts the unwanted attention and harassment of some kid. He exploits Stiles' greatest insecurity, has him asking questions about his relationship with Derek that he never had before.

The Courting Dilemmas of a Spark and a Werewolf Prince by green-leaf (greenleaf)

(2/2 I 11,472 I Teen I Sterek)

Talia smiled calmly. “I am well aware that you are not a werewolf, my darling, but I thought this would be the best reading material for you to use as reference. After all, how would you know how to act during a courting ritual if you do not study it?”

“But I don’t... I’m not…” Stiles narrowed his eyes at her. “Are you setting me up with someone?”

Talia rolled her eyes at him. “Don’t be obtuse, my darling. Why would I set you up with someone –”

“Oh, well, that’s good, because–”

“–when I have a son who is already perfectly enamored with you?”

A Cunning Plan by yodasyoyo

(17/17 I 32,737 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles has a plan to get Lydia Martin to notice him. Derek is not impressed.

Your Pain is My Pain (So Stop Being So F#@$ing Clumsy!) by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 7,878 I Teen I Sterek)

“Wouldn’t it be hilarious if it was you?” Scott asked, looking between Stiles and Derek with a grin. “You turned eighteen yesterday. Derek got his soulmate yesterday.”

“Dude!” Stiles insisted, horrified, at the same time Derek snapped, “No!”

“I think it’d be sweet,” Talia said from the head of the table. “You’ve known one another for a long time, and this would certainly solve the Werewolf problem.”

“Derek is not my soulmate,” Stiles insisted. “I mean, look at him!” He motioned Derek. “He’s all grumpy and sourwolfish, and I mean, yeah, he’s great to look at, with the stubble and the working out, and face of a God sculpted out of stone and all that, and arms that could definitely carry me damsel-in-distress style whenever he wanted and what was I talking about again?” He turned back to Talia. “I think I lost my train of thought.”

He's...something by countrygirlsfun

(2/2 I 22,894 I General I Sterek)

Stiles has to admit, keeping his secret under wraps is easier than he expected around his new-found werewolf friends.

Except for the Alpha that is never where he should be.

Secondhand Soulmate by AnnoyinglyCute, Inell

(7/7 I 25,211 I Teen I Sterek)

Not always, not even most of the time, but sometimes -- 24% of the time, statistically speaking -- people meet their soulmates and live happily ever after.

THIS isn't that story.

This is the story of Stiles Stilinski, whose soulmate died before he was born. This is the story of all the sorrows and heartache Stiles experienced, all the bullying and oppression from those who should know better but didn't. This is also the story of the friendships Stiles made along the way, of the battles he fought -- and won -- and the love that endured through it all.

Bite Down Hard by KuriKuri

(1/1 I 25,730 I Explicit I Sterek)

For a moment, Derek can’t breathe.

Because moles aren’t the only thing marring the pale skin of Stiles’ neck. Oh no, that’s –

– that’s a bond bite. A bond bite which Stiles definitely did not have yesterday, and which appears to have roughly the same dimensions as Derek’s own mouth.

Shit.

(Or: In which Secret Service Agent Derek Hale accidentally gets bonded to First Son Stiles Stilinski. Oops.)

We Prefer Good Love to Gold by i_am_girlfriday

(9/9 I 63,371 I Explicit I Sterek)

This week on Millionaire Matchmaker: Supernatural Edition - Derek Hale, a thirty-year-old millionaire venture capitalist and beta werewolf, finally gives into his sisters’ pressures to start dating again and reluctantly agrees to use the services of a supernatural matchmaker. Stiles Stilinski, at age twenty-five, just sold his start-up to Google for undisclosed millions, and ends up on a reality dating show when his true alpha best friend tries to help him get over his broken heart.

***

The last thing anyone expects is for the two eligible bachelors to fall in love with each other behind the scenes.

An Alpha's Mate by EmeraldOcean

(14/? I 68,313 I Explicit I Sterek)

The threat of a rival pack and the discovery of a previously forgotten Hale family legend has Derek playing reluctant partners with his uncle Peter. And that's not the only strange thing that Stiles has noticed about Derek lately. But even the unexpectedly pleasant changes to their relationship can't completely erase the feeling that there's something he's not being told... Something that may change his life irrevocably.

This is Yours by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(2/2 I 73,317 I Mature I Sterek)

‘Lance’ had one hand against the back of his neck beneath his hood, and the other gripping the back of Derek’s head, sucking on his tongue almost lewdly while rocking his hips forward into Derek’s. A groan slid its way up his throat, and Derek broke the kiss, biting at the other’s full bottom lip.

“Seriously,” he said loudly, “what’s your name?”

“It’s a secret,” the other informed him, still smiling impishly, then dove in for another kiss.

Derek decided to let it go for now, he had the rest of the night to get a name out of him.

Higher Ground by Kikileduc

(18/22 I 161,121 I Mature I Sterek I Rape)

This is the story of 9 high school students from around the country, who have been sent to Beacon of Hope, a boarding school for ‘at risk’ teens. They each have a past as well as closely guarded secrets and have all dealt with trauma in one sense or another.

They’ll have to learn to trust and love again in a world that was simply too cruel for their young ages. Luckily for them, John Stilinski started this camp that combines outdoor bonding activities with schooling just for students like them who come from broken homes or got mixed up in illegal activities.