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imonthinice · 3 years

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The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 13/?

Word Count: 3.2k

Author’s Note: Part 13? The unlucky part??? I’m evil

Y/N - Your name, A/N - Any name ( your best friend’s name).

I don’t know when this will be posted because time is dumb! But I do think I’ll have something prepared for Jason’s birthday<3

Hope you’re all well!

Warnings: Swearing, Eludes to sex, Mentions of injuries, Mentions of underage drug use (Do Not Condone), Mentions of sexual assault, Eludes to trauma, no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

The next morning, Jason and Y/N would wake up in the same bed. Y/N would get up and stumble her way into his ensuite, trying not to wake him as he was still injured. It had been 4 days since his injury, and he was hoping that the next day he’d get his stitches removed. She would grab the clothes she wore the day before and walk into the ensuite.

She would fumble with her makeup a bit, realizing it had run slightly from the night before. Before just realizing it would be a lot easier if she took it all off. She wasn’t wearing heavy makeup, but it was just enough to hide what she thought were imperfections.

She wasn’t wearing anything, so she just threw on all of her other clothes and threw her hair up.

When she exited the ensuite, he was still sleeping in the bed, but his clothes were strewn across the room. She paused her thoughts to clean up his clothes and put them in his laundry basket.

She touched her nose to test if it was still warm and painful, which brought all the pain to the forefront, and it was still warm to the touch, she knew it was inflamed from the head-butting incident and looking in the mirror.

She didn’t think it would hurt this much, and she winced at the pain.

Jason would start groaning in his sleep, she assumed it was because they didn’t close the blackout curtains before they had their fun the night before. So she went to go close them when he went and grabbed her thigh, she laughed quietly.

“Good morning, Jason,” she said as she closed the curtains before leaning down to see his face, and what was obvious bedhead.

“Hi,” he whispered before pulling her back into his bed.

She laughed, “Sorry, baby. I had to get up and get dressed.”

“Lame,” he whispered and curled into her.

“Jay, you’re naked,” she said.

“Thank you Sherlock Holmes.”

“Oh shut it, you should get dressed,” she suggested.

“Yeah, I should,” he said as he left the bed, crawling over her and going to his dresser, thank God he didn’t have any IVs and blood bags anymore, so he could walk without having to drag those around anymore.

She didn’t stare at him, because he nose started pounding and she whimpered.

“You alright, Y/N?” Jason asked her.

“Yeah sorry, my nose is killing me.”

“Well that’s what happens when you head-butt someone.”

She laughed, “I’m sorry okay, I panicked.”

“That part’s obvious.”

“You could pretend to care that I’m hurt, Jay,” she joked.

He laughed as he put on his boxers and his pants, “I could, but I also think you were being reckless, I worry,” he searched for a shirt, “I worry that us being together is putting you in danger,” he said as he found a shirt.

“Well, I like the danger, if there is any.”

“I’m pretty sure there’s a danger,” he put on his shirt and fumbled with his hair, “It’s obviously because you’re attached to Bruce, you heard that man ‘I wonder what Bruce will give me for you’ he knew we had money. You need your car back.”

“I can’t afford the fees,” she sighed.

“Bruce can pay them, you know.”

“God no, I would feel so bad, I’ll just take the subway or something.”

He sighed and went back to her, cupping her face, “Please let my dad pay the fees, it’s dangerous out there,” he leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, “I can’t stand that you got hurt linked to your shenanigans with me,” he kissed her.

“I guess it’s me being protective,” he said, “But I think it’s a reasonable thing to be concerned about, Y/N.”

“I’ll figure it out, I swear.”

“You figuring this out involved you head-butting your attacker, I get it was quick thinking, but my god woman, that was dangerous,” he said.

“You literally got stabbed protecting your best friend,” she argued.

“Okay, good point, but I’m prettier than you so I win,” he joked.

“What kind of fucking logic is that you bastard!” she joked.

“The kind of star-crossed lovers or something, I don’t know, I don’t write, you do.”

“I’ll sell our story to Warner Brothers, we’ll make millions off of us.”

“Two lovers, harassed by the press in the media, spend most of their time hiding and protecting themselves from the disgusting eyes of the media and the man who attacked one of them,” he said in a news broadcaster voice, “Amazing, isn’t it?” he joked.

“The kind of story Artemis said Dick would eat up.”

“Oh, he would. Man’s a sucker for a romantic story.”

“Well, maybe he can sell his and Barbara’s romantic story to the Warner Brothers, he’d probably make millions too, if it’s worth anything.”

“Well, they’ve known each other for years, and when they finally started dating, myself, Steph, Cass, Tim and Damien all celebrated to an extent, we all saw it coming from all those years of them knowing each other,” he paused, “They actually fought a lot when they were younger before they dated, it would be normal to hear Dick and Barbs going at it about how they hated each other.”

“That’s such a meet-cute stone-cold-woman meets goofy guy story that I hate it.”

He laughed, “They’re so gooey, it’s so cute that I want to vomit.”

“That’s valid. We should be cuter so that they want to vomit.”

“I like your thinking, Y/N.”

“You always do, I have good ideas, Jason.”

“Only sometimes.”

She laughed. It was true, someone with always good ideas wouldn’t have head-butted her attacker, but it’s not like she carried knives or guns around to defend herself. She was considering getting a conceal-carry permit, just because she truly was shaken up by the event.

But a little trauma makes for good stories, and her story with Jason was just starting.

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Dick decided he’d drive her to her class that day, she didn’t think it mattered that much, her attack, but she realized that a lot of them didn’t want to see her hurt, even if they barely knew her.

She figured it was a kindness that they all possessed. She heard stories of the Waynes paying off waitress’/waiters’ student debts. She heard stories of the Waynes being polite to their ‘lower’ counterparts of the world. She knew they wer kind people, so she wasn’t shocked when Dick insisted he drive her to her class.

“So, Y/N, what are your intentions with my brother?” Dick joked.

“Oh no, not this, I haven’t prepared my answerers for this exam,” she retorted.

“No, its a pop quiz, you have no chance to prepare.”

“Fuck. Can I drop out of this class?”

“How would you even accomplish that?”

“Tuck and roll out of the car, probably,” she joked.

“You ever done that before?”

“Nope, you?”

“Did it on a dare, Jase dared me.”

“And he calls me reckless,” she laughed.

“Well, we were still in high school at the time, we’re supposed to be reckless,” Dick said.

“You ever met a college kid? We’re supposed to be reckless too.”

“He’ll get over it in time, Y/N. I promise. He just needs time to accept that you’re going to be as reckless and opinionated as he is, no one really refuses each other like you two do, and I’m sure you don’t mean it to be like that.”

“I think you’re reading too far into it, Dick, we make compromises.”

“Then why is your car still an issue? Bruce can cover the cost no questions asked.”

“I don’t know,” she admitted.

“Maybe it’s something to think about.”

“Are you always this brotherly? I need to know what I’m getting into here.”

He laughed, “You really do keep out of the press, don’t you?”

She took that as a yes, he is that brotherly and would continue to be. She didn’t mind, she never had a brother growing up so this would take some time to get used to, but she did not mind at all. She just figured she’d have to keep her partying ways even further down in the depths of her secrets.

They didn’t need to know what she did and what was done to her, she even ignored those problems herself. If they came out, then so be it, but if she could keep them hidden, she would.

“What were you like back in high school?” Dick asked, trying to fill the silence.

“Probably not the type of person that your dad would want Jason to be with,” she admitted.

“Care to elaborate?”

“Honestly? I don’t want to talk about it. You’d probably have to get me hammered to talk to you about it.”

“Well, maybe one day you’ll go to a gala. And after you’re wasted, I’ll ask you about it.”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

“I’m sure you will, Dick. I’m sure you will.”

“Well, we’re here,” he said, “You have my number right?”

“I do, I do.”

“Good, call me if you need me to come get you and take you home, or to the Manor. Either or, no questions asked,” he laughed, “I expect the same when you have your car back, to be fair.”

“Consider it a deal, thanks Dick.”

“Anytime, really.”

She closed the door and waved him off, but when he pulled out of the lot, the press was at Y/N’s ass. She ran though, she ran far to get out of there.

Class was the usual. She wrote her normal psychology notes, sitting in her class, concentrating as she scribbled down the notes that she struggled to read.

When she was done and getting read to call Dick to come get her, her old friends from Metropolis showed up at her school.

“Hey! Y/N!” Christopher yelled when he saw her leave her class.

“Oh my god?” she said before running to hug him, “What the fuck are you doing here, dude?” she questioned, before looking at the rest of the car and seeing Justine, Kaitlin and Thomas, “What the fuck are all of you doing here?”

“C’mon party girl, we’re taking you to your pale, you get dressed, and we’re going out,” Justine urged Y/N to join them, “Just like old times, man.”

“Yeah! We haven’t partied in weeks since you got your scholarship! We know you’re busy and trying to discipline yourself, but we can go party every once in a while, girl!” Kaitlin added.

“You know we miss you too,” Thomas finished.

“Alright, I need no more convincing, let’s get going,” she said as she hopped into the car and they went going to her house. She thought on the drive there, What if I fall back into old habits, and I’m doing so well, what if I fall off?

She couldn’t have more thoughts because before she knew it, she was in her house sending Jason a quick text,

Hey baby, I can’t come over tonight. Old friends came by.

Oh. I hope you have fun, I’ll probably be with my brothers. how did you even get home?

They drove me. I promise I’ll be over tomorrow and you’ll have me all day and night long, though.

That. That is exciting.

It should be.

She got dressed.

And she sent Jason a photo of what she was wearing (like the picture above) just to get him going. Before running out of her place and hopping back into the car.

“You always dress to impress, don’t you?” Thomas asked.

“I dress like I know what I’m doing,” Y/N joked.

“Never change, Y/N, never change,” Justine joked back.

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She walked into the club she frequented back when she was in high school, but the Gotham one. She had a fake ID, and she used it well and was in the club before the rest of her group knew it.

Justine would grab her hand and take her to the bar, Fuck, she thought, Here we go. And they ordered drinks.

The rest of the night was a blur of people, drinks and her friends.

She knew she overdid it from the minute she woke up, in her bed, feeling around for her phone in her messed up and torn up sheets. Het body was covered in bruises, she noticed between harsh blinks from the pouding headache she was nursing. She remembered why she didn’t party as hard anymore. She didn’t even know how she got home that night. She found her phone and turned it on, 8:00am it read. She checked her messages, adn there was Jason, at 7:00am he said;

Are you awake yet?

To which, she replied: I am, why?

How drunk were you last night?

I think blackout. I don’t remember much.

I can tell.

Tell me I didn’t do anything stupid.

You did something stupid.

What did I do?

You called me at 3am and told me you loved me, followed by saying you threw up at one of your friends. I don’t even know how you got home.

Well that’s not that bad.

You told me about your past.

Oh.

When were you going to tell me you’re a recovering alcoholic?

I don’t know.

Come here. Come over. We need to discuss this.

Alright, alright. I’ll be there soon.

Dick will come get you in an hour, actually. Don’t leave the house without him.

I won’t.

She got up and looked at the mirror at herself. She was covered in bruises, her makeup was smudged, her eyes looked sunken in and her hair was a mess. She sighed, knowing she fucked up, and wiped off her makeup and got in the shower. She quickly showered and put on a turtleneck and a pair of jeans.

It was to hide the bruises from Jason. She assumed someone had physically assaulted her, possibly sexually. She only had that thought once before she pushed it very far down and swallowed it. She went to go make coffee, but her head was racing at the ideas of last night and what she said.

She was fucked up and she did fuck up. She knew she shouldn’t have drank. but she did. And she knew Jason was either really pissed or really sympathetic. She was scared at how much she might have discussed when Dick honked his horn and she left the house.

In the car, Dick tried to break the silence, “You should have told someone, anyone. We’re all really good at listening, Y/N.”

She wiped away a few tears that were pooling.

“You didn’t need to hide from us, Y/N.”

“I do.”

“No, Y/N, you don’t. Jason’s probably more mad that you didn’t tell him over you actually being a recovering alcoholic. You called him last night and let it all spill out. Everyone knows, you don't need to hide anymore.”

“Of course I did,” she said, swallowing more tears and her voice breaking.

She wanted her past as an alcoholic to die when she moved out of the city, because she didn’t want everyone to know how broken she was, fighting with addiction. A lot of her anxieties and treatments of people make sense with her past addictions, but that doesn’t mean she liked them.

She hated that girl, the wild party child who almost drank herself to death, her body was just recovering fully from her escapades when she went out clubbing. She knew this was going to be an issue, but she didn’t know how to fix it.

He looked over at her and caught eye at one of her bruises that was peaking over her turtleneck. He tried to not stare, but she noticed.

“Don’t ask about it, Dick. I don’t know what happened.”

“I think you two will get through this.”

“I hope we do, but realistically,” she paused.

“Don’t think like that.”

They pulled into the driveway and the minute Dick unlocked her door, she was out of there, speed walking to the door and then to Jason’s room.

She opened the door to find him reading a book, she would have smiled at this, had she not been certain that they were about to fight.

“Jason?”

“Oh. You’re here.”

“Yeah, I just-”

He cut her off and got up from his bed, looking ever-so disappointed in her as he walked to the door of his room. She expected the fight to take place in the hall, so she tried to step back when he grabbed her forearm with one of his hands and yanked her into his room. She assumed maybe, just maybe his room was soundproof so his family wouldn't have to hear the yelling. He closed the door once she was in and stared at her.

She gulped, expecting him to let loose on the argument now about her drinking and her confessing she was a recovering alcoholic, but instead, he pulled her into a hug, which she yelped at.

“Jason?” she said, shocked.

“Shh,” he broke from the hug and cupped her face, “It’s okay, really.”

“But I hid it from you...”

“You know, we’ve only known each other two weeks or something, right? I get you hiding it, I just wish it didn’t come out like that,” he laughed and kissed her quickly, “Besides-” he noticed the bruise on her neck, “What’s that?” he asked, grabbing her hand and clutching it.

“There’s...”

“There’s more?” he asked.

“What, I mean, uh... uh... no?” she stuttered.

“Take your shirt off.”

“Jason...”

“Or tell me the truth.”

“Baby-”

“So there’s more, who hurt you? Did you fall?” he asked, getting a little bit heated, really squeezing her hand.

“I don’t know.”

He cupped her face, “That’s okay,” he leant his forehead against hers, “It’s okay, I promise, I do. I just really don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I don’t try to,” she said.

“Seems like trouble likes to follow you,” he said.

“Well, you found your way to me so I’d have to agree,” she joked.

“Ha ha. How’s your nose?” he said as he broke contact with her to go sit on his bed, she followed.

“It still hurts, but I can’t tell if that’s from last night or from my shenanigans with the attacker.”

“It could honestly be a combination of both, depending on what happened to you, have you asked your friends for the full story yet?”

“No. I’ve been scared to.”

“I don’t blame you.”

“I’m going to. Right now.”

“I support your decision on that,” he said as he turned on the TV in his room, but then Y/N paused.

“Y/N?”

“Reports are in of a group of friends, who all got arrested last night, for bodily harm of a man who attempted to rape their friend, Police say., the suspects in the attack are Christopher Green, Justine Wong, Kaitlin Benoit and Thomas Harthrew. More to be coming soon.”

“Thank god that girl had those friends.”

She turned to Jason, “So,” she paused, “I’m glad you think that, because, those are my friends.”

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dynamightsfave · 4 years

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Best kept secret - JJ Maybank

(not my gif! credits to owner)

JJ Maybank x kook!fem!reader

summary: reader and jj have an argument and she says she needs space, only for jj to show the world how much she means to him the next day. bonus: a hot tub moment and a little blurb of the rest of s1 because i couldn’t help myself.

warnings: there’s curse words, mention of child abuse, mention of a few illegal activities (this is obx we’re talking about)

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There were two things everyone knew about JJ Maybank: 1, he appeared to flirt with every girl that had a heartbeat; and 2, he hated Kooks. Now here’s one thing nobody knew: he was dating Y/n L/n, the only child of the L/ns, one of wealthiest families in the whole island that was Outer Banks. A Kook. So, as it seems, he didn’t actually flirt with every girl, everyone just thought he did. He’s loyal, he wouldn’t dare cheat on his girl.

It all started when they were around ten years old. He was on the beach, crying over how his dad had once again beat him up, when someone sat down next to him. At first, JJ had been ready to look up at that person and tell them to fuck off, but when he saw her, looking at him with that beautiful smile of hers, the only thing he could do was gawk. Y/n had been taking a walk along the beach, looking for seashells when he saw his figure shaking on the ground. She just wanted to help.

Long story short, Y/n took care of JJ’s bruises and cuts —which turned into a usual thing over the years—, and they became friends in the process. Ten year olds make friends faster than a spoiled kook spends their money.

JJ became Y/n’s best friend in a matter of days, and he couldn’t believe he had actually made friends with a Kook. But he also knew that her family wasn’t the stereotypical kook family. Nope, Y/n’s grandparents —from both her mother and her father— had worked their asses off so that her parents could have the life she has now. In other words, she came from a long line of Pogues, and her family didn’t mind at all that she hung out with the Maybank boy. They gave him a job and everything.

The L/ns were good people, and everyone loved them, which led to poor Y/n being idealized as this nice girl that was a goody two shoes. Which she wasn’t. She was nice, sure, and she liked to help; but she also liked adventure and partying and having fun —she was a teenager, after all.

JJ and N/n started dating the summer before their sophomore year, and for a whole year, nobody knew. In fact, it was still like that. Y/n was like JJ’s best kept secret. The Pogues knew he saw her, because he worked for her parents, but they’d never known he was even friends with the girl, let alone her boyfriend. He didn’t want anyone to know.

In his mind, that would ruin her reputation —Y/n rolled her eyes every time he used that excuse. But she loved JJ, so she’d wait until he was ready to tell anyone other than her parents.

[...]

A knock on the window of her balcony made Y/n look up from her book. The outline of a person stood in the dark, and if she hadn’t memorized that figure a thousand times, she probably would’ve been scared. So she got up and opened the door, going back to her bed almost without looking back.

“I have two pages left of this chapter and I’ll be right with you, babe” she rushed, getting only the sound of the balcony closing as response.

Then, JJ fell on her bed, looking up at her ceiling. She only took one glance at him, but it was enough for her to forget her book. Her little lamp illuminated his face, and she wished she could say she had forgotten about the book because of how gorgeous he was. However, the bruises and dried blood that were on his face stood out more. His eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks wet and his nose red, twitching with every sniffle that came out of him. He looked up at his girlfriend slowly, and that was all she needed to hurriedly lay down next to him and pull his body into an embrace. He broke down again.

Y/n’s heart broke, and she tried not to cry, reminding herself she was supposed to be strong for him. So she just held him tighter, muttering sweet nothings to him and reminding him that he was okay, that she got him, passing her fingers through his hair.

They don’t know how long they stayed there, the boy shaking in the girl’s arms, but at some point, JJ‘s breath went back to normal, and Y/n looked down at him, pressing one more kiss to his hair. She felt him shuffle in her grip until his face laid next to her, and he kissed her.

“Thank you” he mumbled after the kiss.

“Hey, of course” she reassured him looking into his eyes “I love you”

JJ looked down, he couldn’t help but feel guilty every time she told him she loved him but he couldn’t say it back. She had told him millions of times that it didn’t matter, that she would wait until he was ready, but he could only wonder why it was so fucking difficult.

“Let’s clean you up a little, huh?” she pecked his lips one more time.

She stood up and entered her bathroom, to come out with the small box that was full of medical supplies she had bought for situations like this, that unfortunately happened more often than she liked. She sat behind him, lifting his head up and placing it on her lap.

“What happened this time?” she asked softly, brushing his hair out of his forehead and starting to clean the blood around the forming bruise.

JJ let out a huff and a hiss when the alcohol made contact with the cut.

“Please don’t be mad... I got arrested, again” he waited for her to make a comment, but nothing came, so he continued “Topper and Rafe jumped Pope when he was delivering some stuff, so he sunk Topper’s boat in return. I took the blame, ended up in jail, old man came to pick me up”

“You have to be more careful, J. I get that you were helping your friend, I am so proud of you for that, but at the rate you’re going, you’ll end up in jail or juvie for good” Y/n knew a thing or two about that, her dad was a lawyer, and her mother owned a company, so she needed to know about laws.

“But I’ll have you as my lawyer, and you’ll bail me out” he winked with a goofy smile.

“I’m serious, JJ. God, he got you good” she grimaced “You sure you don’t want to call child services?”

“N/n, I’ve told you a million times, I can handle it. You don’t have to worry” he leaned up and pecked her lips.

“You telling me not to worry isn’t gonna stop me from worrying, babe” she frowned, finishing his face “Do you have anything under that shirt?”

“A good eight pack of abs” he winked with a smirk, chuckling quietly when she rolled her eyes “Nah, he only got the face and arms this time. I’m fine, baby”

“How much is the fine? Don’t roll your eyes at me, JJ. I am gonna pay for that, no matter how much it is. If I don’t your dad will probably kick your ass again!”

“And I’ll be okay! I’m not gonna let you pay for my mistakes, Y/n”

“How much, JJ?” she greeted her teeth “C’mon, I just want to help you!”

“Why?”

“Are you seriously asking me why?” she incredulously asked back “Because I care about you, JJ! Fuck, I love you, you know that! I don’t want you going to jail or juvie or getting beaten up by your dad! So why won’t you let me help you?!”

By then, they were arguing, both standing up facing each other.

“I don’t want you paying for my mistakes” he repeated with a stern look “Plus, if you helped me, people would know about us”

“I still don’t know why that would be so bad. I don’t care of what people think of me. I never have, and I’m not gonna start now” Y/n stressed “You know, everyone in this goddamn island has secrets. And they all think they’re so well kept... Sarah Cameron’s dad is more dangerous than he appears, Sheriff Peterkins can be lured very easily, and there’s people out there that would kill to keep theirs. They all have secrets, but the only one that doesn’t make sense keeping is this one!” she motioned between the two of them “We’ve known each other since we were ten, and yet you’ve never even considered letting your friends know”

The blond didn’t answer, he just stood there staring at the floor. Y/n’s eyes were filled with tears. She just wanted to help him, was that so bad? He made it look like keeping the secret was a burden, when it was him that didn’t want it out.

“I don’t want it to be a secret anymore” she spoke after a moment.

“We’ve talked about this, N/n-”

“No. You didn’t understand what I was saying” she sniffled, packing up all the healing kit on her bed “I don’t want it to be a secret anymore. As in, you and I are not a secret anymore because there’s no more us” she told him, watching as his eyes widened in realization.

“Wha- No, c’mon baby don’t say that, you don’t mean it” he approached her, carefully taking her arm, tears welling up in his own eyes “I just- I can’t let you pay a 30K bill”

“You don’t want my help? Fine. I’m done helping you, for good” she tried to seem strong, but they could both see right through her mask “Please leave. Midsummers is tomorrow and my mother wanted me to get a good sleep”

“Don’t do this, N/n, don’t go to bed with us fighting” he pleaded. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

“Look, I don’t want to break up, we’re not doing that, I just need to relax. Give me a day, please.” she pleaded and got into bed, turning off the light.

Y/n closed her eyes tightly, whole body tensed to make sure she didn’t let out any sobs. She knew JJ was hesitating behind her, and she could perfectly picture him opening his mouth to try and say something, but then he just sighed and left how he had entered.

[...]

Midsummers. A party that happened at the country club every year, exclusively for Kooks to enjoy how rich they were. Even if the L/ns were probably the chillest Kook family there was, they were also members of the club. In fact, F/n L/n was the best lawyer the place had had in a very long time.

Usually, Y/n was all up for pretending for a day that she was just as much of a rich kid as the Thornton son so that the other families could get their annual “resident good girl vitamin”, but this year, she didn’t even feel like getting out of her bed.

After JJ left, she had let all the tears and sobs out, and fallen sleep on a soaked pillow. It was safe to say she was not in the mood for anything but stay wrapped up in her covers and cry, and her mother actually considered letting her stay, but then her father came and told her she needed a distraction. Unfortunately, he was right.

So, with her mom’s help, Y/n put on her midnight blue dress and matching sandals, letting her mother put on some light make up and a small flower crown —because apparently, that was what everyone was going for that year, a flower crown.

[...]

And that’s how she ended up in the club’s terrace, a cup of some liquor in hand and staring at the waves that crashed at the shore. Y/n usually kept to herself in these kind of events, she had never really loved any of the rich kids. She couldn’t believe how they could give themselves so much importance, like they were part of the English royal family or something. They were kids, for fuck’s sake! Maybe that’s why she never had a problem when talking to JJ, and why she liked to hear about his friends so much.

N/n had envied him for having a friendship that strong with someone else. The closest she had gotten to that other than with him was the Kook princess herself, but it only lasted for a couple of weeks. That’s how long the project for French had lasted, and when it ended, neither of them had enough guts to ask if they were going to continue being friends, so their friendship was limited to being nice and saying hi each time they saw each other.

There were very few kids in that party she actually liked. 3, to be exact, and one of them was a Pogue and other identified as one. Kiara Carrera, Pope Heyward and Sarah Cameron. And while she tried to act all nice to the people she didn’t like, she didn’t realize how the two Pogues’ conversation had somehow turned into her.

“She’s probably the only one in this whole party that’s not self-absorbed or a bitch” Kiara said, looking at her and not bothering to hide it.

“First thing she did when she got here was get a burger” Pope told her “And she like, made it herself. She told me I was too busy with the orders, and asked if she could make it herself; and after she did, she paid me twenty bucks!” he still couldn’t wrap his mind around it.

“It’s a shame she keeps to herself. I mean, I’ve talked to her a couple of times, and she really is as nice and amazing as people say”

“Last year, I messed up an order and she literally took the blame. Said she’d been talking to me and distracting me, but she deadass just arrived”

The topic stayed on the L/n girl for a couple of more minutes, until Pope said some random fact and it changed completely. In the meantime, Y/n had realized she had forgotten to take out JJ’s ring from her middle finger, and was fiddling with it thinking about the night before. She bit her lip, choosing to down her drink and give it a rest, distract herself.

Night fell over Outer Banks, and Y/n was truly done with the party. Rafe Cameron had had the audacity to try and flirt with her, a couple of times, and because of that, now she was stuck to her mother’s side. She paid no mind to what M/n talked about with the other woman, looking around the people absentmindedly, a new glass of liquor in hand.

A mop of blond hair caught the girl’s eye. She’d recognize that head anywhere, but he had yet to realize he was being watched, too busy trying to act like he was supposed to be there. Y/n knew he wasn’t. Unfortunately for her, just as he passed by with a tray of drinks, the woman her mother was talking to stopped him.

“Bring me some more of this” she didn’t bother watching her tone or asking politely, and JJ’s jaw tensed for a second, nodding curtly.

He lifted his head to ask if the others in the small group wanted something too, and his eyes widened when they fell on her. “Goddess” was what came to mind when he saw her. He shook his head a little and gulped before asking. He’d been moping around since he left the L/n house, realizing he’d been an idiot.

“No, JJ, thank you” M/n smiled softly, letting him go.

He smiled gratefully back, eyeing Y/n once more before hurrying away. She knew that he was up to something, the poorly made flower patterned bow and the fact that he was definitely not supposed to be here, adding to the common knowledge that JJ Maybank was never up to any good, made her keep a close eye on him —and maybe she just wanted to watch him.

Thank God she kept an eye on him, because as soon as he was done giving Sarah some note, that she knew had something to do with her avoiding Topper all day long, Rafe and his goons came up to him. The Cameron boy held that stupid smile on his face, one that screamed “CAREFUL. This boy is dangerous”.

With an annoyed huff to herself, Y/n excused herself and walked to the nearest guard.

“Hey” she called, getting the man’s attention “See those boys right there? Yeah, the one dressed as a waiter is gonna run in a few seconds. I’ll give you a hundred bucks right now if you follow them and stop the pretty girls from doing something” she took the bill out of her wallet and offered it to him.

As soon as the guard took it, and after a nervous glance around with wavering smiles and shaky chuckles, JJ made a run for it. Y/n pointed at the boys running after him and ushered the guy to follow them.

Not even five minutes later, he came back with JJ in his hold, the teenager muttering all kinds of smartass comments. Y/n had to stifle a laugh, and although her mother reprimanded her softly, she could see a smile on her face too.

“What did he do this time?” the amused voice of her dad came from behind, making her let out an “eh...” accompanied by a shrug.

However, the L/n family seemed to be the only ones that found it amusing, because all around them gasps and muttering was all that could be heard.

“Whoo!” JJ suddenly exclaimed, and Y/n arched a brow in anticipation to whatever antics he was going to pull “It’s okay everybody! Do not panic, let’s leave it to the men and women in uniform, huh! Let’s hear it for them!” he continued, clapping, as the guard escorted him outside. Then he spotted Rose Cameron “Rose! You look like Lady Liberty, it’s good to see you again” the man turned him around, and he kept getting people’s food and drinks on the way.

“Let go of him!” Kiara came to the rescue, having all heads snap towards her as her parents tried to stop her, but she paid no mind “You can’t just boot him! I invited him here! I’m a member of this club!” she came up with all kinds of excuses, and Y/n couldn’t help but smile.

All of a sudden, JJ pushed the man that held him away, a rush of adrenaline pumping through his veins.

“Ey! Mandatory Power hour at Rixon’s, Kie! Pope, that goes for you too!” the blond turned around, walking backwards “Workers of the world unite! Throw off your chains!” and then Y/n couldn’t hold it anymore, she started laughing.

JJ stopped for a second, his eyes falling on the grinning girl, looking incredible and like she was actually having fun in that place for the first time. The adrenaline kicked again. He saluted John B before turning back around again, this time pointing straight at the girl he loved.

“Hey, N/n!” he called, smiling brightly at her and ignoring the stares people were giving at him, most of hatred because “how dare this nobody troublemaker even look at their precious girl?!”. “You look absolutely stunning, but then again, you always do” his confidence grew when she bit down her lower lip and looked down to hide her smile, like she always did when he flirted with her “You didn’t want it to be a secret, right?” he arched an amused brow, with what she knew as his “challenge accepted” smirk “Everyone, I want you to know that I am helplessly in love with that girl over there! That’s right, Y/n L/n! I love you, gorgeous!” he blew a kiss her way and winked, smirk permanently placed on his lips as he urged his friends to go.

All the Kooks stared at the four carefree teens as they left the place, astounded. Y/n on the other hand, held a huge smile over her lips, and she felt invincible. M/n and F/n took their daughter’s hands, squeezing them in a happy manner. She giggled to herself a couple more times and then jumped, throwing a loud laugh to the air without caring how the others looked at her.

[...]

Later that night, Y/n parked her car right behind the Tannyhill property, where she knew Sarah would sneak out. Sure enough, she didn’t even have to wait five minutes when the girl came out.

“Need a ride?” she offered, startling Sarah.

“Shit Y/n! You almost gave me a heart attack” she placed a hand on her chest.

“Hop in, Cameron” she chuckled “You’ve got a Prince Charming to meet”

“How do you know?” she inquired, but still opened the door of the Jeep and got inside.

“I know a lot of the stuff that happens in this island. On both sides” she waved off.

“Okay, so I have a Prince Charming to meet, wat about you?” she wiggled her brows “What was that with JJ before, huh?”

“What I have is a crackhead idiot to talk to” she huffed with a smile, once again biting her lip as she thought of the events from the party.

Sarah arched a brow at her, but didn’t say anything.

[...]

Y/n spent around ten minutes leaning back against her Jeep before the Pogue van appeared van John B came out of it.

“Princess is on top of the tower, Prince Charming” she told him, and he jumped in his spot, making her chuckle “She’s waiting, dude”

“Thank you” he smiled; she nodded and ushered him out.

She approached the van, where three heads poked from the back door and the passenger seat.

“Hi, Kiara. Hey Pope” she waved with a soft smile, and they returned the gesture a little confused “JJ”

“N/n” he greeted, the confidence from before had washed off and now he wasn’t sure about he was supposed to act “What are you doing here?”

“Gave Sarah a ride so she could meet her Prince Charming” she jerked her head back “Thought it was the perfect excuse to see my crackhead idiot” she swayed back and forth on her feet with an innocent smile, as the blond had formed a perfect “o” with his mouth and a faint blush had settle on his cheeks “Rafe didn’t get you too hard, right?” she furrowed her brows this time, taking a step forwards in worry.

“U-Uh, no, I’m- Wait how do you know about that?” he stuttered, and the other two Pogues couldn’t believe what they were seeing in front of them.

JJ had never stuttered in front of a girl, never even faltered in his flirty behavior. When he had declared his love for the L/n daughter, they had thought it was a joke, but apparently it wasn’t.

“How do you think the guard knew where to look?” she arched her perfect brow at him, smirking when he gaped at her.

“I thought you were done helping me. For good. Thought you said you needed space” he muttered, looking down at his arms that were against the window.

“I thought you didn’t want anyone to know” she shot back “I also didn’t know you loved me” she added after a few seconds of her biting the inside of her cheek.

“Love” he corrected “I love you, as in present, right now” he looked straight into her eyes for a second, and then hesitated “Do you- do you still love me?”

“Still?” Y/n heard Pope whisper, only to be shushed by Kiara.

She paid no mind to them, focusing on JJ in front of her, as she smiled at him and nodded bashfully.

“I told you I loved you not even 24 hours ago, feelings like that don’t just disappear, dummy. Besides, I told you we weren’t breaking up” he grinned, quickly opening the passenger door and basically launching at her.

“I love you” he muttered into her neck, placing a kiss there “I love you so fucking much”

“I love you too” she answered in pure glee “You know what else I love? How you shouted it to all those Kooks! Did you see their faces?! Oh, they were glorious!” she tilted her head backwards laughing.

“I know! You were right, we should’ve done this sooner” he told her, earning a punch.

“And you realize that now?! What the hell, dude? I’ve been telling you for ages! This is just another proof that you need to listen to me more” JJ shook his head with a smile, leaning down to capture her lips in his.

“Okay, whoa, hold on” Pope interrupted again “How long has this been going on?”

“Us knowing each other or us dating?”

“Both!” Kiara exclaimed this time, unable to contain her smile.

“We’ve been best friends since we were ten, and we started dating a little over a year ago”

“How did we not know?!”

“N/n’s been my best kept secret since I met her. Nobody knew until now, but she’s been bugging me forever”

“It’s just so stupid the way you were worried about what they’d think! Who effing cares?!” Y/n shook her head, then looked at the others with a nervous expression “Hey, so umm... This might be out of place, and you can all say no, but uh... could I join you guys in your little treasure hunt? I don’t want a part of it, I just want the adventure. I-I could give you stuff you need and don’t have, that way you won’t have to steal it, o-or give you access to places...”

The three seemed to share an unspoken conversation, like the ones she had with JJ when they spent nights in the living room with her parents. Then, all at the same time, they smiled and nodded. She jumped forward, wrapping the other two in a hug. They laughed and hugged back.

“Welcome to the Pogues” Kiara smiled “I guess the “No Pogue on Pogue macking” rule is out the window now” she chuckled, as JJ passed his arm around his girl’s waist.

“Oh, you’ve no idea” he said, pressing her against his body, laughing softly when she hit him in the chest.

“I have to warn you. We’re not the only ones after the gold”

“How do you know?”

“She just knows stuff about what happens in the Outer Banks, you learn not to question it. I don’t even know how she knows about us going after it, I didn’t tell her”

JJ was right. Y/n knew a lot of stuff about a lot of people, and you just had to learn not to question it. It was like she had eyes and ears all over the place, but at the same time, she worked alone. People in Outer Banks all had secrets, and so did Y/n L/n.

bonus: hot tub moment + end of s1

The Pogues —plus Sarah and Y/n now— had found the gold!

They had to leave Kiara and Sarah on a boat together for a whole day so that they would make up, then sneak into the haunted house of an axe murderer, the girls almost had a chimney metal stick thingy speared through their heads, and then they got shot at —which apparently wasn’t the first time it happened, and Y/n almost killed JJ for not telling her— but they found it!

Unfortunately, everything seemed to go downhill from there. Their glory was short lived and when they went to sell the few gold gallons John had taken with him, they were set up. A shotgun pointed straight at the brunette at the wheel, and then they were all pressing themselves against the floor. JJ had not been happy with that. In fact, he’d been so furious, he’d driven them all to the guy’s house and stolen 25K from him.

“Here you go babe” he handed Y/n a stack of bills.

“J, you can’t do this” she carefully told him. She’d been with him inside the house and witnessed how he’d reacted to JB; she didn’t want to make it worse “I understand that you are mad, but stealing money from a drug dealer that pointed a gun at us is not a good idea”

The blond inhaled through his nose, his eyebrows meeting in the middle. He was sick and tired of being messed with, first by Kooks and now by the asshole that sold his dad coke. He wasn’t gonna put it back.

“We’re tired of your shit” John B told him, and from the corner of his eye he could see Y/n take a sharp breath.

“Oh, my shit?”

“Yeah, your shit”

“Your “pulling guns on people” shit” Kiara continued.

“You’re acting like a maniac!”

“Okay, hey! Let’s calm down a little, alright?” Y/n pushed herself to be in front of her boyfriend.

“I took the fall for you, Pope!” JJ ignored her “Know how much I owe because of you?”

“I was gonna pay you back!”

“I just did!” he hollered “Pay it back. Right here, right now, by myself. You know what? That’s exactly what I’m gonna do. Go off by myself” he took the bag with the money and left, ignoring his girlfriend’s calls.

Y/n tried to go after him, but John B and Kiara got a hold of her and shook their heads.

[...]

“Maybe he’ll go home?” Sarah proposed.

They were all sitting on The Wreck, trying to decide what to do with the whole situation. They didn’t know what to do of JJ’s outburst, and they still hadn’t talked about how or when to take out the gold. Everything was a whole mess.

“There’s a 0% chance that JJ goes home” Pope assured.

However, the more Y/n thought about it, the more she was convinced JJ would go to his own house. She frowned at her hands, that rested in her lap, and then two more hands were placed on top of hers. She looked up to see the other two girls smiling at her, and she nodded with a smile.

“I don’t know about that, Pope. He said he just paid for restitution, and who is the person that was angriest at him for owing 30K?” she arched a brow, biting her lip. She was worried for the boy “I think he may want to prove Luke he can solve this... I’m gonna go look for him” she got up, ready to go search for her boyfriend.

“Hey, N/n” John B called “Be careful, okay?” he smiled softly at the girl.

It was incredible how easily the Pogues had let her in their group, honestly. She would’ve guessed they’d be as reluctant to her as they had been to Sarah, but there was none of that, and she was truly grateful for her new friends.

“I will”

First place she went to was JJ’s house. She approached the porch carefully, ringing the bell. A beat up and drunk Luke opened the door harshly, and looked her up and down.

“What do you want?"

”I’m looking for JJ” she told the man, and those words seemed to make him angry.

“That son of a bitch left a while ago, after he gave me this” he pointed to his nose and mouth, where dried blood stuck to it.

Without another word, Y/n backed away, basically running out of the property and getting on her bike. If Maybank father looked like that, who knew how Maybank son had. Now she really was scared and worried.

“Mom! Dad!” she burst inside her house, shouting for her parents “Lauren, Lauren hey!” M/n’s business partner and best friend came in her view from the kitchen, sipping on a coffee “Has JJ been here? Have you seen him today?”

“No sweetie, I haven’t. Is everything okay? Are you alright?” the woman had seen the teenager grow up, she was part of the family.

“I just, I need to find him” tears had started falling down her cheeks, and her breathing was getting heavier.

“Wait, honey, you need to sit down” Lauren got a chair and made Y/n sit down “Breathe, Y/n. What happened?”

“JJ, he- he and his friends had a fight, and he stormed out. I-I went over to his house looking for him, and his father opened up. He was bleeding, said JJ did that to him. If he has a busted lip, JJ is probably worse, and I need to know he’s okay” Y/n completely broke down in her aunt’s arms.

Lauren hugged her tightly, rubbing her back and trying to soothe her. They stayed like that for a little, until the teenager girl relaxed and got her breathing back to normal. She sniffled a little, meeting her aunt’s soft gaze and she nodded to let her know she was okay. Then her phone rung.

“Hello?” she answered, voice still a little shaky.

“N/n! We found him” Kiara didn’t sound very happy “He’s drunk at John B’s, and he’s wasted all the money”

“Hey! Don’t put it like that! I invested it!” JJ’s words were slurred and sounded distant.

“I’ll be there in ten” Y/n told her friend, and hung up “That asshole was getting drunk while I was over here worried about him!” she stormed out of her house, getting her car’s keys on the way out.

[...]

When Y/n got to John B’s, she jumped out of her Jeep, slamming the door behind her and followed the fairy lights —that she was positive were her boyfriend’s doing— to the part of the Chateau where you could see the water.

“Stop being emotional!” she heard JJ exclaim.

“What’s going on?” she asked, seeing Kie and Pope’s distraught faces.

The blonde boy in the Jacuzzi let his head fall and muttered a “shit”. Even drunk he knew that he was about to hear it from his girlfriend. Kie and Pope had barely taken their eyes off of him to look at the newly arrived girl. Pope motioned for her to go over to them. So she did, and he heard her gasp when she saw his front.

“Don’t say anything, please” JJ tried to keep his voice steady, but it cracked “I know what you’re gonna say, and-”

Y/n shook her head and hurried over to him, getting in the water without caring about her shoes or clothes. She just needed to hold him, and when she put her arms around him, he hunched over, pulling her closer and finally reaching breaking point.

“I can’t handle him anymore... I was going to kill him” he cried into her shoulder “I just wanted to do the right thing”

“I know, baby” she assured him, feeling another two pairs of arms wrap around the two of them “It’s gonna be okay, I promise”

Like she had done with her aunt before, they all stayed there for a while. When JJ calmed down, and Y/n was sure she wouldn’t start crying again when seeing his front, they all pulled away, and she led him to the guest room. She made him lay down and wait for her as she took the med kit from the bathroom. It wasn’t the box she had in hers that was specifically made to treat him, but she’d make it work.

After that, she threw herself next to him, and pulled the covers over the both of them. JJ shifted until he was able to rest his head on the crook of her neck, passing his arms around her frame and pulling himself closer to her as she tangled their legs together and put her hand in his hair, massaging his head and tracing patterns on his arm with her other hand.

“I still don’t wanna call child services” he muttered after a few moments “I don’t want him going to jail”

“I know” Y/n said, her voice as low as his “But I’m not letting you go into that house alone ever again. From now on you either sleep at mine, or here”

“You’re giving me a free card to sleep with you every day?” a small smirk made its way into his features “What would your parents think?” Y/n scoffed.

“Okay, first of all, there’s plenty of guest rooms I can leave you in. But you already had that free card. You’ve had it since we were ten. And you know that my parents don’t actually care if you stay, they’re even more relaxed when you do. They care about you, J”

“I know... Your parents are the best” he nuzzled his face in her neck, leaving a kiss. Y/n sighed and smiled when she felt his nose nudging her “Hey babe?” she hummed “I love you. A lot. Thank you for not leaving me”

“I love you a lot too. Don’t you ever thank anyone for something you deserve. You deserve the world; you hear me?” she propped herself up a little, taking his face in her hands and looking straight into his blue eyes.

She kissed him softly to convince him that he in fact deserved so much more than what life had given him. After she pulled away, she pecked his lips again and looked into his eyes again. He smiled and nodded, and Y/n rested her back once again, feeling JJ go back to his previous position too, and they drifted to sleep.

[...]

Things only seemed to get worse and worse for the group of teenagers. Their biggest problem was Ward Cameron, Sarah’s dad. Y/n knew he was dangerous; she didn’t know it was this bad. The guy was a power hungry, manipulative psycho.

He had killed Big John, then tried to kill John B, taken all the gold and tried to kidnap his daughter and take her to the Bahamas, only to end up not leaving Kildare County because his son fucked up big time. Rafe Cameron had shot and killed Sheriff Peterkin, and the two had blamed it on John B.

So now the teenager had a bounty on his head and was running around the Outer Banks.

“You think they’ll get out in time?” Y/n chewed on her lip as she watched The Phantom get into the water.

JJ had had to go back into his house to get the keys, and as promised, Y/n hadn’t let him go in alone. She’d stood in the corner of the living room as a drunk Luke Maybank hugged his son and raved about school.

Y/n stood on the ground as Pope and JJ lowered the boat into the water. She had a scratch on her cheek from the fight with Rafe and Barry they just had, and her arm already had a bruise that looked like a hand, along with more scratches on her elbows. Next to her, Kiara also had a hand bruise, only hers was placed on her neck, from Rafe’s attempt on choking her before Pope had showed up and hit him with a metal pole.

“JJ says the boat runs like none other, so they should be good. They just have to get here” as if on cue, a car sounded from the road.

“Baby girl, Kie, get over here. That’s a police car, in the boat” instead of listening, the girls squinted their eyes at the driver’s seat “Girls! C’mon!”

“Is that...”

The car came to a stop, and surprisingly, John Booker Routledge came out of it.

“Nice ride, right?” he exclaimed with a teasing smile “Shoupe lend it to me” he laughed, going to hug Kiara.

“I’ll believe that for now” she answered.

“Where’s Sarah?” the boy of the day asked once he was on the boat “She said we’d meet here”

“She uh- we haven’t seen her, John B” Y/n softly laid the news to him “You have to leave without her. Quick, the police are gonna be here any minute”

“She’s right, JB” Pope told him, but he was no longer listening.

JJ explained to him what he had to do once he got out, but John B could only focus on the empty road, hoping his girlfriend would suddenly appear running from the corner. But she didn’t. Still, he had to go. He turned to look at his friends one last time.

“Hey, I-I-I’m sorry” he breathed “For, you know, dragging all of you down with the gold hunt and basically throwing us off a cliff”

“John B yo- we were bound to fall off a cliff at some point” JJ smiles, pulling the other three closer “I’m glad we did it our way. Pogue Style” the Pogues chuckled, and Pope nudged Y/n.

“You’re a Pogue too now, N/n”

“That’s right! For life” John B nodded “I love you guys”

“We love you too. Now leave!”

“We’ll see you in two months down in Mexico”

The Phantom left the docks, and the four friends watched it disappear. Y/n left for the car, wanting to call her parents with JJ on her tow. F/n and M/n had called her earlier, and she could only rush her words, telling them that she and JJ were okay and that they needed to help John B, because he was innocent, then hung up. Her boyfriend wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, propping his chin on her shoulder and placing a kiss on her cheek. He nudged her softly and gestured forward. Kiara and Pope were kissing. N/n smiled and bit her lip, happy for the two.

But, sirens were heard from the end of the driveway, and soon police cars were piled up in front of them. JJ’s grip on Y/n’s tightened, and he pushed her behind him, maintaining his hand on her. Shoupe climbed out of the front car, and sighed at the group, gun up.

“Where’s John B?” he interrogated, as if he genuinely believed they’d tell him. When he didn’t get the answer he wanted, he moved forward and told them to put their hands up “JJ Maybank, I see you’re living up to the name”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/n immediately snapped, narrowing her eyes at the officer.

“Y/N L/n? What the hell are you doing here?”

“I’m hanging out with my boyfriend and my friends” she told him without hesitating “Don’t look at me like I’ve gone to the dark side, Shoupe. You don’t know me; you just see what you want to. Like everyone else” she scoffed “You gonna cuff me too or what?”

“Careful with how you treat her, asshole” JJ growled at the guy that cuffed her.

They were taken to a carp near the bay, just as the storm broke into Outer Banks and told to wait. They were all a wreck of nerves, Y/n could hardly sit still, and was trying to stay calm so that her gradually angrier boyfriend next to her wouldn’t try anything or pull something stupidly reckless. Her leg bounced up and down on her spot, until a hand landed on her thigh. JJ squeezed her thigh, and gave her a try of a reassuring smile, but she knew that he too was scared for their friends.

At some point of the night, the lights started functioning again, and suddenly everyone outside the carp started shouting. The Pogues all tensed and jumped up from their seats, trying to look outside and get a glance at what was happening.

“They’ll get out in time” Pope affirmed curtly.

“Yeah, The Phantom is the best there is. She’ll get them out safe” JJ went along. Kiara and Y/n nodded nervously, hoping that if they all just agreed on that, Sarah and John B would really be safe.

But their prayers weren’t answered.

“What do you mean you lost them?!” Pope shouted, bringing Y/n back to the real world.

Next thing she noticed was JJ jumping away from her loose grip and lunging at Shoupe. She should’ve gone after him, tried to stop her, but she couldn’t register how to move. Sarah and John B were lost at sea... they had driven them into the storm. Around her, Y/n could hear Kiara’s sobs and JJ’s angry shouts, along with Pope’s also angry voice trying to get answers. Then, she felt the tears falling down her own cheeks, and she forced herself to move forwards.

“Let go of him” she muttered at the officers “Please, he won’t try anything”

“You heard her. Let me go” he yanked his arms away from them and wrapped them around her frame.

They didn’t last long, they immediately broke down, only letting go to join Pope and Kiara in a group hug.

“Kiara!”

“Pope!”

Their parents had arrived. Kiara and Pope broke away from the embrace, falling into their parents’ arms and sobbing harder. Still joined, JJ and Y/n hugged each other tighter. Y/n looked up at him, and placed her hands on his face, bringing him down to a salty, quivering kiss.

“Y/n, JJ!” the L/ns entered the carp, barreling into the two teenagers.

“Mom, they’re lost” the girl cried into her mother’s arms, shaking her head as M/n and F/n did their best to calm her and JJ down.

The night ended with those two falling asleep in her bed. Dried tears in both their faces and arms tightly holding each other, even in their sleep. They didn’t know what would happen next with their summer, they had no idea what happened with Sarah and John B, but they surely hoped for the best.

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You Are My New Fear | Letters To My Mom

TW: MOMMY ISSUES, MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION, SUICIDE, AND ANXIETY.

Me in my game room at about five years old.

I wish somebody would have told me that that smile I used to slather onto my face so effortlessly would soon become something I forced. I'm not sure if it would have made a difference, but it's best to be prepared in any case.

"What's your biggest fear?" My elementary best friend asked, kicking her feet giddily under the table. We were still too little to reach the floor.

"Drowning." I'd say, with a panicked look on my face, growing pale at the mere thought of dying that way.

"What are you most afraid of, hija?" My dad asked on our regular morning car rides to school.

"Drowning." I'd say, without even thinking twice. The answer was almost prepared, seeing as how casually it rolled off my tongue.

"What's your biggest fear?" My friend asked in the comfort of her room, watching as I shifted uncomfortably in my spot on her bed.

"Becoming my mother." I'd say wishing that drowning was the most of my worries.

I don't know when my default answer of drowning to death switched to the terrifying idea that I would, one day, become my mother. Still, somewhere along the lines, those little moments that I would suck up to my mom and gift her pretty pictures I spent hours working on and picking daisies from my backyard for her turned into scheduling my crying for nighttime when everyone was asleep.

Slowly but surely, I became uneasy about the idea of marriage, fearing that I'd only ruin it and become a wife like my mother. The idea of having children scared me to the point where I felt I would rather sacrifice my own happiness so that my children wouldn't have to live to see the day I turn into my mom.

Because in my eyes, my mom is a monster. She's not the kind of monster that has big, sharp teeth and scary yellow eyes, and a menacing growl. She's the kind of monster that you would never suspect. She's the bloody hand, but you were the accomplice. She was the screwdriver, but you were the loose screw. Sure, she hurt you, but you let yourself be hurt by her - so really, whose fault was it?

My mom is the kind of monster that uses your vulnerability against you in the worst way possible.

"I'm just not feeling good right now. I feel like I'm dying, and I feel tired all the time." My sixth-grade self, awkwardly positioned in the passenger's seat, turning my head away from my mom.

"Well, you know we care about you." My mom said, stoic in her demeanor and ultimately still in how she held her body up.

It was a day I'll never forget. She picked at her fingernails and anxiously tapped the gas pedal, waiting for me to be done talking about my emotions so she could drive back "home."

Warm tears stung my eyes, forcing their way down my face in slow streams. "You don't get it, I-" I stopped, knowing it wasn't worth it to try to make my mom understand feelings she'd been adamant didn't exist.

"Ay, don't be so dramatic." My mom said, waving her hand up to dismiss me and my silly ideas. She was right. I wasn't depressed or anxious, and I definitely didn't look for any excuse possible to threaten suicide against myself. My mom said so.

I don't know why I kept running back to her in times of need. Maybe it was my dream version of her that I relied on to justify my ever-growing love for her. Feasibly, it was the person I wanted her to be. And perhaps, just perhaps, my expectations of her drove me to the point where I'd convinced myself my mother was the person I saw when I closed my eyes at night.

I remember telling her things, spreading rumors I'd heard about people in the family, hoping that it would make us closer. The things I did just to make her happy...

"Mom, I'm trying my best!" I cried on the floor, cleaning up the mess my new puppy had made. She'd pooped and peed all over the kitchen. I was exhausted, previously knocked out in my bed, when my mom called me downstairs, screaming for me to get my ass down there.

"No, you're not! You never try! You're useless! I should've never had you!" My mom yelled from the bottom of her heart (or lack thereof).

Tears welled in my eyes for the millionth time because of my mother. This wasn't the first time she'd wished me dead, and it sure wouldn't be the last time. "Mommy, please just leave me alone and let me clean up." I begged, letting broken sobs come out of my mouth. I wanted to hurt her, and I wanted to hurt her as bad as she hurt me.

My mom refused to leave, yelling at me, watching as I piteously scraped my dog's contents off the wall.

It's sad that the only good memories I have of my mom are those I couldn't participate in. Instead, I have stories of her youth and how caring of a mother she used to be when I was a baby - conveniently so far back that I can't remember it. It pains me more knowing how she was before she had me, her firstborn. If she were this way her whole life, would I take it so personally?

Am I dramatic for wishing I had a mother who could hug me back when I hugged her? Am I a selfish and pathetic bitch for feeling envy when I see how my friends' moms act with them? Why can't my mom love me the way she loves her? Why does my mom have more pictures of her first niece than she does of me? What did I do to her?

"Mommy, mommy! Look!" I said, running up to my mother, holding my report card in the air like a shiny new toy - all A's.

"Nice job, Fio. I'm so proud of you. You're doing great. Keep it up." My mom said softly, pulling me into a warm hug. Somehow, that was all I needed - that's all I wanted. It really is a shame that that memory is fake.

I have plenty of other fake memories that I store in my head, letting the (also fake) backstories take over my mind when I go to sleep. For one of them, I was romping around on an old swing set, one that made little squeaky noises whenever I swung too high.

Somehow, I lose control of the swing, and my mom comes rushing up to me, worried and begging for me to tell her how she could help. I don't know when or how she got there (my dad was usually the one to take me to the park), but what I do know is she's exactly who I needed there at that moment.

So many real memories I have of me needing my mother most, waiting for the day she would actually turn up in one of them. She was always the first to pick me up in school lines. She was always at my open houses. She attended every grade promotion I had. But she was never there. It was all a facade. She'd said so herself that she craved being the all-star mom, the one who'd win several gold medals if there were award ceremonies for that sort of thing.

Her perfectionism is what makes her corrupt. She has spent my entire life telling me what to do, how to do it, scolding me for not doing it the way she imagined me doing it in her head.

She refused to seek help when that's all I wanted her to do.

"What do you want for your birthday, hija?" My dad asked, glancing at me while keeping his eyes fixed on the road, humming along to a Christmas carol playing on the radio.

"Honestly, dad?" I asked, only twelve years old, my green eyes twinkling in hope.

"Whatever your heart desires." My dad said in a goofy voice, making me smile.

"I want Mom to get help." I said sadly, hoping my dad would agree and push the idea upon my mom.

My mother went to therapy for four months. My dad had to pay her every session for her to go. In my mom's life, money has never been an obstacle. Her father was a middle-high class socialite in Venezuela who worked in engineering and oil companies. Her mother, who passed away of Leukemia when she was twelve, spoiled her rotten until her very last breath.

Eventually, I became mentally sick to the core. Writing and singing, my two favorite things in the world, became hobbies, and life had lost its zesty twang. Little things like music and the people I passed on the street that waved "hello" at me became nuisances. My mom "gave up" her therapy so I could get help.

I still wonder if she did it for herself or for me.

A few times a year, I get asked what my biggest fear is. Sometimes it comes up in conversation. Other times I create the question, not thinking about the consequences if people answer with "Spiders, yours?"

Each time I get asked, I take a deep breath and lie. "The dark." I say now, the idea of death by sea sounding more of tranquility than a travesty.

I look back at the old pictures I have of myself, a smiley and shy little girl who was afraid of nothing and everything at the same time. To her, I ask, "When you have nothing to lose, why be afraid?"

Me, with my baby doll at age three. I loved taking care of her. I used to take her everywhere with me.

#open letter #dear mom hlbutterfly #hlbutterflyoriginal

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leia-imogen · 3 years

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aaron & the family he's found all by himself; vol. 2 // vol. 1

( ft. short jokes, a belated birthday shopping trip, & an ultra-chaotic winter break )

( for @criswisstuff & anyone who enjoyed the first one <3 )

savannah, who is 5'9, is constantly teasing aaron and cleo for being short. katelyn's good at 5'6, and also a bit impossible to tease bcs she's the actual best, so she gets to escape this

cleo ( 5'2 ) is perfectly delighted to have someone shorter than her for once in her life, even by only 2 inches

aaron: guys, just try and see this from my point of view

sav: [ collapses ]

katelyn: [ crouches down ]

cleo: [ sits cross-legged on floor ]

aaron: dude you're literally 2 inches taller than me

cleo: 2 and a quarter

sav is so smug about this but in a good-natured way, in that she and cleo call aaron "kid" or "kiddo" or "pipsqueak" and he doesn't mind bcs they always say it w such a huge smile and he likes to respond to sav with "how's the weather up there, tall-ass?"

and katelyn thinks it's ridiculously adorable how tiny aaron is and obviously she uses him as an armrest all the time

katelyn, petting aaron's hair: guys guys omg he's like an angsty mini blond kitten and i would kill for him <3

sav, popping up between them: mini-yard :))

before i get super distracted, i just wanna mention that aaron met sav and cleo towards the end of november, so they missed the twin's birthday

but sav still insists that she must take him shopping bcs sure his fashion sense is fine but there's always room for improvement, isn't there, aaron??

he relents, so long as she and cleo and katelyn ( who already gave him a birthday present?? why's she doing this??? ) don't spend too much money

sav drags him all around south carolina to the best thrift stores she can find and cleo and katelyn are amazed that she can get such fantastic deals on the supermodel clothes she wears

fr she's literally a fashion design major ( + minoring in business management ) and she shows up to class in skilfully done drugstore makeup and an absolutely killer outfit for like 15 bucks

she grew up poor, and she's still poor now, even if she ( thankfully ) managed to scrape a cheerleading scholarship

sav, flicking through a rack of dresses labelled $4 apiece: RIP to little miss rich bitch reynolds but i'm different ;)

no hate to allison she's awesome but she grew up in the lap of luxury surrounded by designer brands so she knows NOTHING about thrifting and rationing money in general

oh and sav and allison have kind of a frenemies thing going on bcs they're both fighting for the top spot of their fashion design course

they spend the whole day shopping and aaron ends up with a highly upgraded wardrobe that contains a lot of cute pastel stuff and sav's promise to do his makeup

aaron insists on paying for dinner at the really nice pizza place a short drive from campus even tho they all protest

and andrew knows he's found new friends, but has no idea that it's the vixens and he's dating one of them. nicky does tho, but he's sworn to secrecy

nicky thinks his new clothes are adorable and is stunned when aaron tells him the total cost

"oh my GOD that girl sounds like a genius."

"yeah, her name's sav. you guys,, would get along, i think."

okay now for the winter break part!!

i think that you can get permission to stay at dorms if you're an international student or something??

anyways since sav's super upset bcs her father straight-up told her not to come home bcs he has a new girlfriend ( god i hate sav's father )

katelyn would stay with her, but her dad can finally have her home in new york for christmas and she really doesn't want to miss it

cleo, the only one with a properly functional family, is going back to her big family house and loving parents and grandma and aunt and siblings and cousins. love that for her.

so aaron and sav are stuck at psu for 2 weeks and aaron's surprisingly cool with this. and sav's excited bcs for the first time since her mom died, she can spend her christmas with someone she actually wants around instead of her shitty-ass father and his constant stream of bitchy girlfriends

they spend a lot of time together, stealing food from the athlete's dining hall to make their own weird combos, which usually ends with aaron making something Cool and Interesting and sav gagging and spitting out whatever strange concoction she had previously insisted would taste good

i literally can't bring myself to give a shit about the twinyards' deal bcs andrew literally became best friends with renee?? and hooks up with guys at eden’s??? idk what's going on there but it's like andrew is trying to control aaron's life while he can do whatever he wants??? and honestly wtf????

also let me just make it clear that i ADORE andrew so so much he's one of my favourite comfort characters ever but i'm not gonna make excuses for his shitty behaviour. i fully believe he heals and puts away his pride to apologise to aaron, nicky, and kevin for his treatment of them

that's definitely not to say that aaron's internalised homophobia isn't eww, but with so many important people in his life gay, he makes a huge effort to get over it

so andrew just thinks that aaron is spending a lot of time in the library or out with nicky or something

and when aaron tells sav about this deal, she's kinda horrified, but it's pretty clear to her that aaron so desperately wants to fix his relationship with his brother, and she's not in any place to discourage him, is she?

the only thing she can do is hope that he won't come out all the worse for it

and stare at the boy curled up on the other end of the pale pink sofa cleo's parents had gotten, wonder just how much shit he'd been put through, and decide she was going to be his best friend

aaron's face has gone entirely impassive. sav nudges his fluffy-socked foot with her own, then reaches out to smooth the crease between his eyebrows. "careful, you'll wrinkle your pretty little face."

aaron is very caught off guard by this, and very promptly flushes bright red, which contrasts with the pale teal hoodie he stole from katelyn

"okay, enough talk about depressing crap. wanna go make christmas cookies now?"

"yeah."

so they make christmas cookies. well, it was supposed to be christmas cookies, but it turns into double chocolate fudge cookies somewhere along the line. neither of them knows how

them baking together is the definition of chaos. they're still blasting songs, and sav is singing along terribly

"yOu'Re A mEaN oNe, Mr. GrInCh," while poking aaron's cheek as he tries to mix something. he throws a handful of flour at her. "yOu ReAlLy ArE A hEel."

anyways obviously sav retaliates and that ends in a flour fight. it only stops when aaron deadass cracks an egg on sav's head and she smears chocolate into his hair

she also tries to make him sing along to baby, it's cold outside

"i'Ve GoT tO Go `wAAyyy~" she holds a spatula up to his face

"go away."

they video call katelyn, who takes one look at the mess in the cramped dorm kitchen and sighs so loudly and dramatically that her dad pops in and asks if everything's okay

aaron freezes up at the sight of him and sav quickly turns off the camera, bcs they both want to make good impressions on him, and being covered in various cookie ingredients just won't cut it, ya know?

the cookies turn out delicious and sav sends all their group chat various photos of the process, most of which consist of selfies with her making goofy faces while aaron is simultaneously baking and flipping off the camera

plus a several videos of sav enthusiastically dancing and mouthing the lyrics of, as follows, all i want for christmas is you, let it snow, and santa claus is coming to town and aggressively pointing a spatula at aaron

"c'mon aari, just sing! please??? please???? please you can do it i believe in you!!"

finally he just. gives up. "okay, you know what? fine, i'll sing to ONE and then you will STOP bothering me you insolent dumbass."

sav beams. santa baby starts playing. aaron is very clearly going through five stages of grief in 0.5 seconds

"go on," sav says sweetly as she slides in next to a pouting aaron, "i'll sing with you."

sav slings an arm around his shoulder and sways with him, so it's just her doing that and him grumpily mumbling the lyrics

and when the cookies are cooling down, they start cleaning the kitchen up. aaron rubs some spilled egg yolk into sav's hair but it goes pretty okay otherwise, since they're just listening to more christmas songs and chatting about light stuff, like aaron's biochem course, sav's fashion course, and their dumb classmates

aaron mostly listens tho, and learns that sav kind of hates allison reynolds for giving up her inheritance when she would do ANYTHING for even the tiniest fraction of that money

but she still thinks allison's gorgeous bcs c'mon

and that sav's dream is to one day open her own boutique!!

aaron spends most of the actual christmas day with the monsters at eden's bcs nicky and andrew wanted to

he spent a lot of the time texting on their group chat

doessavvyisgay: so u just go to a nightclub every week??

unaliveme: i mean yeah, i literally worked here for a while. we needed money and nicky was already working 2 jobs night and day

actualblessing: babe ur backstory is so tragic

unaliveme: i'm a fox for a reason ig

cleo.magda: Yes but-

doessavvyisgay renamed this conversation "aaron miniyard support group"

unaliveme: oh ffs

unaliveme: sav subject change go

doessavvyisgay: i'm at the clothes store what should i get?

actualblessing: something pretty :)

doessavvyisgay: sorry, i can't buy the cashier

cleo.magda: Wow.

doessavvyisgay: I DID GET HER NUMBER THO

unaliveme: lmaooo what's her name?

doessavvyisgay: uh

unaliveme: savannah istg u don't even know her name??

actualblessing: s a v

actualblessing: damn u really do be turning on the Charm tho

actualblessing: respect i didn't even talk to aaron till i asked him for notes bcs he has rly pretty notes and also a rly pretty face

actualblessing: and even then i was like :0

unaliveme: IT WAS CUTE I PROMISE

doessavvyisgay: u 2 = the only valid heterosexual couple

actualblessing: rt

unaliveme: oh shit i'm getting super drunk

cleo.magda: Aaron, you drink? That's not legal, get out of there right now. Kids these days-

unaliveme: cleo u have literally seen me get drunk af,, the first time we met,,, and anyways this is how my family bonds ✌🏻

doessavvyisgay: that's. so damn weird kiddo but go off ig

actualblessing: no go find better things to bond about other than alcohol and weird sweaty dancing

cleo.magda: Yeah, go watch some Christmas movies!

unaliveme: nicky makes us watch die hard every year

doessavvyisgay: see u in hell, kiddo ;)

cleo.magda: I meant things like The Polar Express and Home Alone.

actualblessing: merry christmas ya filthy animals!!

doessavvyisgay: merry xmas y'all i'm gonna go to that christmas party bcs i'm super bored

unaliveme: merry christmas mothers and fuckers

cleo.magda: Merry Christmas, you guys!

#aaron & the family he's found all by himself #okay this was most aaron and sav centric #but i love them so.#aftg headcanons #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #aaron minyard headcanons #the vixens #aaron minyard #andrew minyard #twinyards #nicky hemmick #katelyn aftg #katelyn finley #sav jameson #cleo magdalene

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illegal-spiegel · 5 years

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Firsts with Kyoya

Pairing: Kyoya Ootori x f!reader Genre: Fluff, vv light smut Warnings: smut at the end. CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP

First Meeting:

surprisingly enough, the way you two met was through his father

you just moved from America and your dad had business with Kyoya’s

after meeting you, Kyoya’s dad, Yoshio Ootori, was determined to have you meet his son

you made arrangements to come back when his son was there, wanting to please your father

it’s hard to do such a thing

you are an only child and a female

in America, it would’ve been easier to take over his company

but in Japan?

it’s near impossible now

either way, you do all you can to make the man happy

and if making an arranged marriage with this boy would do that, then you’d do it in a heartbeat

even if you’d rather marry someone you love

you came back the next day for lunch, sitting at a big table with the Ootori family and your mother and father

Kyoya was nowhere to be found

suddenly, you hear a boisterous voice come from outside of the large dining room

“But, Kyoya! I need help with my Japanese! I also want to use one of those Kotatsu things!” you hear someone shout in Japanese, but with an accent

you don’t hear a response

instead, you hear a maid softly tell the gentlemen that Kyoya’s family and the guests are waiting in the dining room

there are then quick footsteps to the dining room

two maids open the door and in strolls a blond and a raven-haired male

they both stare at Mr. Ootori before looking around the table

both of their eyes eventually stop on you

“Son, you’re late, and you brought a guest,” Mr. Ootori says with a hidden emotion

they are both silent for a moment before the blond speaks up

“Sorry, Mr. Ootori. I can leave. I held Kyoya up an-”

“It’s alright. Why don’t you both take a seat?” he says in a sugary sweet tone, motioning for a maid to set another place down for the blond

Kyoya was sat right across from you

his gaze makes you feel insecure all of a sudden

“Sorry about being so late. I’ll make it up to you somehow,” Kyoya apologizes to your family

your father speaks up first, smiling at him as he did so

“No worries, young man.”

you could hear his American accent when he spoke

he then glances at you, expecting you to say something

your eyes widen at this realization as you clear your throat

“Oh, uh, yes. It’s quite alright. We were quite early, anyway,” you reassure

Kyoya gives you both a smile, it seeming a bit fake to you but you weren’t about to call him out on it

“Let’s eat,” his father announces

from there, you ate in silence and only spoke when spoken to, just like your father taught you

about halfway through lunch, the blond started speaking to you

he introduced himself and you both started a conversation from there

you couldn’t help to let the serious facade fade and to smile at the boy

he was very sweet and funny, even if he was kind of loud

you discovered he’s quite goofy

after dinner, Mr. Ootori offered to show your dad to his office to talk further about business plans

he instructed his son to ‘entertain’ you

you, Kyoya, and Tamaki made your way out

“What would you like to do, Miss (L/n)?” Kyoya asks in a formal tone

you hold back a frown at his tone

is he always so serious?

“Let’s go to the garden! I’m sure (Y/n) would like it!” Tamaki basically shouts

Tamaki offers you his arm, which you happily take

he then leads you to the garden which you did, in fact, fall in love with

Kyoya was relieved that Tamaki was easily able to entertain you but knew his father would be mad at him if he found out it wasn’t his son who was the one entertaining you

so with that thought, he comes over to you and starts informing you on the different flowers, their meaning, etc.

you spend some time with the two boys in the garden before hearing your dad’s booming voice

you turn and see your father waiting on you, nodding your head to let him know you heard him

you turn back to the boys and flash them a smile, bowing to them since you read that’s what you’re supposed to do when thanking someone

“Thank you for showing me the garden. See ya later,” you thank before walking away to go over to your father

Kyoya’s eyes follow your figure as you leave, the gears in his mind churning

First Time Hanging Out:

Kyoya’s father never told him why exactly he had to interact with you so much

“Text Y/n.” “Invite Y/n over for dinner.” “Give Y/n a call.”

and now, he wants him to take you out

his father made reservations for you two at one of the most expensive restaurants in the area, then making plans to go see a musical

when you saw a limo outside of your house, you grew very nervous

this felt like a date

but like not a date?

Kyoya was taking you to places that couples go on dates but Kyoya just didn’t really seem interested in you?

you get into the limo with a smile slapped onto your face, kindly greeting the handsome male

he greets you before going quiet

he then remembers that he’s supposed to get you to like him or whatever his father said

so, he strikes up a conversation with you

you quietly respond as he speaks to you, feeling a little uncomfortable

about halfway to wherever you’re going, he seems to give up on talking to you

you feel a bit guilty for not really participating in the conversation but how could you?

he was acting like someone is holding a gun to his head and forcing him to talk to you

you sigh as you stare out the window, your eyes lighting up at the sight

the sun was setting, making reds and oranges paint the sky

Kyoya notices the look in your eyes, a weird feeling coming up in his chest

he helps you out of the car once you reach the restaurant, not seeing the expression on your face

the said expression on your face is one of shock

sure, your dad is a CEO of a company but that doesn’t mean you are insanely rich and get to blow your money on whatever

your dad gave you money when you asked for it

which is close to never

as you both take your seats, your entire body is stiff

you felt like if you breathed too much, you’d knock the expensive vase full of flowers off the table somehow

Kyoya notices your tense state but doesn’t comment on it

when you’re brought your menus, you try to find the cheapest thing available, which is not cheap at all in your book

you didn’t even have an appetite anymore

finally, Kyoya can’t take it anymore

“Would you like to go somewhere else?” he offers

you let out a breath of relief, nodding your head with a small smile

“Yes, please,” you whisper

he offers a hand to assist you to stand up, you lightly taking it

once outside, he turns to face you

“Where would you like to go?”

you look around before spotting a McDonald’s, smiling as you point it out

“I want to go there,” you say with a bright smile

Kyoya internally groans at the sight of the greasy place, wondering why you’d want to go there out of all places

“Alright. Let’s go,” he says in an almost monotone voice

you happily lead the way, your stomach growling a bit

you didn’t really care for McDonald’s all that much but it reminds you of home

of America

you order for the both of you and pay before he can even blink

you lead him to a table once you get your food, giggling at his expression

“You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to.”

he studies the food as you eat a fry, acting as if it’ll start moving

“It’s fine. Besides, you paid for it,” he says softly, picking up a fry and slowly eating it

he wouldn’t admit it out loud but it didn’t taste that bad

you both eat and, surprisingly, have a proper conversation

you seemed much more relaxed and happy as you ate the fatty food

Kyoya just didn’t understand you

after you both finished eating, he told you about the musical

you agreed to go to that since you changed the food plans

you go together and you both actually enjoyed it. It was entertaining in different ways

once he takes you home, you were kind of sad to leave

he and Tamaki are the only things you have close to friends

First Dance:

okay yeah, so, normally people don’t dance unless they go to a school dance or their significant other is just that romantic

but the Ootori’s are far from normal

they hold some sort of ball every year for some reason or another (you weren’t really listening)

your father made you dress up like a princess

makeup and all (you look kinda like a clown in your opinion. Your face feels ten times heavier)

after knowing Kyoya and Tamaki for a while now, you were all kind of friends now

if you can call it that

you and Tamaki are for sure

you hang out all the time

Kyoya though?

you weren’t sure if you could call him a friend

Tamaki told you that they associate with each other because of a club

Kyoya would have no interest in him if there wasn’t something for him to gain

it broke your heart to hear that

Tamaki is such a caring person who deserves the world, in your opinion

he’s been through so much, he deserves to have a best friend

I suppose he sees you as his best friend

anyway, you eventually reach the Ootori estate after a boring drive with your father (he kept telling you how to act, eat, walk, speak, blah blah blah)

you head up the steps as soon as the door is open for you, taking in the fresh air with a smile

as soon as you get inside, you feel suffocated again

you wanted to run to the garden, which is where you normally go when visiting the Ootori’s

your father is right behind you though, leading you to the long table piled with food

you realize it’s because that’s where Kyoya is

he ‘drops you off’ there before walking away to speak to important people

Kyoya gives you a nod in acknowledgment before taking a sip of whatever he’s drinking in that fancy glass of his

you face the table and can’t help but to feel your mouth water

you’re starving

your dad is forcing you on this stupid diet to have you be thinner

‘men like their women thin,’ he said

it made you want to puke

back in America, he was a pretty chill dad

ever since we got here though, it’s like there’s a devil on his shoulder whispering all this nonsense to him

maybe it’s that Mr. Ootori...

you didn’t even realize you’re stuffing your face, literally shoving as much as you can into it, before you feel a tap on your shoulder

you’re still chewing when you turn around, seeing a slightly older gentleman offering his hand to you

“May I have this dance, Miss L/n?”

you quickly gulp down the food and take his hand with a polite smile

dad says that you should always accept offers to dance

you didn’t want to dance with this guy though

he’s not that much older than you but he’s clearly not in high school anymore

he also has too much cologne on

and you just want to stuff your face with those delicious looking Mushi Pan

but alas, you're forced to dance

it seems that a slow song starts just as you step out onto the dance floor

you’re are about a minute into the song before someone taps on his shoulder, making him pause and turn around

“May I cut in?”

the guy huffs a bit but nods his head, bowing to you a bit before stalking off

you bite back a smile as Kyoya takes ahold of your hand and waist

“Didn’t take you as a dancer,” you tease, letting your hand fall onto his shoulder

he hums as he looks anywhere but you as he replies

“I’m talented in many subjects, including dancing.”

you roll your eyes at his bragging, sighing as you look away from him

“That man was a terrible dancer,” he continues when you don’t reply

you frown at his words, refusing to look at him

“Reminds me of you trying to cook pancakes,” he teases.

you gasp in mock offense, taking your hand off of his shoulder to hit his chest

“I am great at making pancakes!” you argue, trying not to smile

a small smile graces his face as he disagrees with you, playful banter being shot between you both

neither of you realized how long you’d been dancing until his father starts making a speech (apparently he does it every year towards the end of the ball)

Kyoya leads you off the dance floor and back to the food

“I heard your stomach grumble as soon as you saw the Mushi Pan,” he teases

it’s kinda weird to hear him be so playful

you lightly shove him before grabbing one of the spongey desserts, taking a bite of half of it and moaning

“These are literally so good,” you mumble around all the food in your mouth

you were too busy falling in love with the soft yumminess in your hand to realize that Kyoya was giving you the softest look

okay, maybe he did have a soft spot for you

First Time Giving a Compliment:

you both are at that phase where accidental touches aren’t so accidental anymore and you’re a lot shyer around him now

he seems just as confident in himself as always

so, when he walks up to you while you’re talking to Haruhi and asks you to go to the mall with him

you’re shocked

you, of course, agree, trying not to blush

you both head to the mall after the club is done for the day

you both walk around, going into a few stores

neither of you really buy anything

eventually, Kyoya’s need to shower you in gifts kicks in

he leads you into a store that he thinks you like and asks what size stuff you wear

you’re embarrassed to tell him things like your pants’ size

what if he thinks you’re fat?

he doesn’t react in any sort of way really when you tell him

he then starts walking around the store, picking out things that catch his eye and things he thinks you’ll like

he then comes back to where you’re standing, admiring a necklace

he hands you a bunch of clothes and tells you to go try it on

you walk into the dressing room, trying on a pair of jeans and a shirt he picked out

he’s sitting on a plush chair and looking around when you come back out

his eyes instantly snap to yours before roaming your body

he smirks and gives a nod

“You look good.”

a blush instantly slaps onto your face, biting your lip to hide your smile

“Thank you,” you whisper

you then scurry back into the dressing room, staring at your reflection

did that just happen?

did Kyoya Ootori really just give you a compliment?

you silently squeal and jump around happily

Kyoya watches in amusement as your feet go up to hide behind the door before coming back down to meet the floor

he can clearly see you fangirling but doesn’t call you out on it

after trying on everything and picking out what you like, you both make your way to the register

as soon as the cash register says the price, Kyoya is handing over his card before you can even reach for your wallet

you gape at his card before gaping up at him

“Why would you do th—”

“Oh, I want to purchase that necklace too,” Kyoya says cooly as he points out the necklace you were eyeing earlier

“No! We don’t need anything more. Thank you,” you say before the cashier can move

they look between the two of you, trying to decide who to listen to

“Don’t waste more of your money on me, Kyoya,” you plead, already feeling bad

he sighs before waving his hand at the cashier, nodding his head

“Alright, that’ll be all.”

you relax at his words, picking up your bag once the cashier hands back your receipt and his card

you then quickly head for the exit

Kyoya whispers something to cashier before following after you

you then quickly lead the way out of the mall, feeling embarrassed and guilty for having him pay for you

Kyoya didn’t mind one bit though

he’d buy you the world if he could

First Time Giving You a Gift:

you guessed it

he went back for the necklace

and gave it to you for your birthday

your heart didn’t know what to do with itself

you ended up throwing your arms around him for a hug

he kissed your forehead and held onto you tightly

this was your first hug

and man, neither of you wanted to let go

but alas

you can’t stay in each other’s arms forever

you tried for a while though before the gang started gagging at the two of you

you pull away and smile bashfully up at him as you thank him again

he then asks if he can put it on you

you hand it over to him and turn around, pulling your hair up

he slips it between your arms and then pins it behind your neck, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders afterward

you then turn back around with one of the brightest smiles he’s ever seen

“It looks good on you,” he whispers

he gets like this now

all sweet and mushy, even in public

he liked to keep it as private as possible though, hence the whispering

you try to contain your blush, but it’s impossible at this point

“Thank you,” you say again

First Kiss:

okay so

I’m sure you guessed this as well

he initiated it

it kinda surprised and didn’t surprise you both at the same time

you both had your suspicions that you liked each other (it helped that literally everyone constantly told you both that you are head’s over heels for each other)

he took you on a date

and no, it wasn’t at some fancy schmancy place

it was at night when he texted you and asked to hangout

you had to sneak out of your house

and there was Kyoya waiting for you outside your house

you both were driven around for what felt like ever before finally reaching your destination

the middle of nowhere

you made a joke asking if he’s actually a serial killer and this is where he takes his victims to kill them

he, of course, joked back and said yes, but you are his favorite victim

you playfully gushed as he went to the trunk (you made another joke saying he’s getting his ax)

he pulled out a picnic basket and a couple blankets

you raised a brow as you helped him hold some of the stuff, letting him lead the way

he led you into a field, the grass going up to your thighs

then, Kyoya steps into a clearing

you actually gushed this time when you noticed it’s in the shape of a heart

“How romantic,” you teased as you set the big blanket down

it’s getting dark outside but you swore you could see a blush dusted over his cheeks

you set everything up before getting comfortable

he then pulled all the food out of the basket, making your heart melt (and your stomach growl)

he made all of your favorites

no, not the chef

he did

you gave him a kiss on the cheek before starting to dig in

you both talked to each other quietly despite the fact that you two were the only ones out there

you both admired the sun as it sets

more so you since he was too busy looking at you

you both stayed out there for hours. Cuddling, holding hands, sharing secrets, all the goods

at one point, you both had stopped talking and were just staring up at the stars

you felt eyes on you, making you turn your head to find a pair of brown-grey eyes focused on you

you blushed as you studied his eyes

he’s the only one you know with eyes like that

you couldn’t see his eyes at one point cause he closed them and leaned in, connecting your lips

your heart lurched into your throat, deciding it belonged there instead of your chest

you both kissed for a moment before pulling away

you smiled bashfully at him, feeling a blush coming back to your face

“That was my first kiss,” you admitted softly

his eyes widened before he relaxed, smiling back at you

“Me too. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did,” he whispered

you giggled like a schoolgirl at his words, nodding your head

you then leaned back in and gave him another kiss

that happened throughout the night

after he had asked you to be his girlfriend

First Time Having Sex:

(you remember that episode where Kyoya tugs Haruhi onto the bed and like get on top of her?)

(YEAH BRO)

(that shii hit different)

there you two were

casually hanging out with everyone on your little vacation AFTER HIGH SCHOOL AS ADULTS

Tamaki absolutely refused to let you two share a room

he said you’d be safer staying in ‘daddy’s’ room

Kyoya straight up told him, “Over my dead body.”

the twins thought it was hilarious

you ended up getting rooms right across from each other

you and Haruhi were sharing a room cause “You two can bond!”

Tamaki and his ideas, you swear

you didn’t mind though

it was fun having girly time with Haruhi

but you wanted to see your boyfriend

so, once Haruhi fell asleep, you snuck across the hall to see Kyoya

and there he sat

looking tall, dark, and handsome

he had just got out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his torso

and shirtless

cleanup in the doorway cause there’s drool everywhere

it was then you realized you never really get to see him without his glasses

he stood up silently, walking over to you

you flashed him a smile, extending your arms a bit as you waited for a hug which is normally how you greet each other

that clearly wasn’t what he had in mind

your eyes widened as he tugged on your arm and forced you onto the bed

you’re pretty sure your heart flew out of your chest and is now somewhere on the floor

he quickly crawled onto the bed and hovered over you, staring down at you with clouded eyes

“Oya?” you whispered your nickname for him, your eyes wide as he just silently took you in

you hadn’t changed out of your swimsuit yet from being on the beach all day

you had one of his button-up t-shirts on though, which was enough to cover you up

he didn’t reply as he leaned down to connect your lips

normally, your kisses don’t last long and are super sweet

or are passionate and include some groping

this kiss though? It felt fiery and new and exciting

you instantly returned it, humming softly

his hands started to roam, starting at your thighs and ending up on your stomach

he then lifted his hands to start to undo the buttons of his shirt

once the buttons were all undone, his hands go back to wandering

he stopped below your chest and pulled back to look down at you, silently asking for permission

you let out a shaky sigh and nod of your head

after experimenting with your chest, he started to get serious

foreplay lasted for a good bit, seeing as how this is both of your first time doing it together

when it came time to do the actual deed, he pulled away to go to the table he was sitting at previously

you watched him with furrowed brows, your naked body going cold without his touch

he picked up his wallet and pulled out a condom, turning to you with a smirk

you snorted with a raise of your brow, leaning back on your elbows

“You brought a condom? Confident are we?” you teased

he smirked darkly as he walked back over to you, standing by the side of the bed as he slipped it on

“I didn’t bring just one,” he said in a deeper tone than normal

your face instantly got hot

he then took his time with you

letting you adjust and making love to you

he wanted it to be perfect for you

for the both of you

you felt like you were in heaven

though, god was probably frowning at you

you snorted in the middle of Kyoya pulling out to thrust back in

“Are you laughing at me?” he questioned with a brow going up to hide in his loose hair

he didn’t even bother giving you a chance to reply and explain

he just started going faster, making you forget anything you were going to say

once you both climaxed, he cleaned you both up before holding you in his arms

you didn’t mean to fall asleep in his arms

but you did

the next morning, Tamaki came to Kyoya’s room to wake him up, seeing as how everyone else was already at breakfast except for you and him

Haruhi said you weren’t in the room and she figured you went to the beach as soon as the sun started to rise since you talked about wanting to go shell hunting while enjoying the sunrise

he didn’t bother knocking and just walked in

he yelped in surprise and turned around, getting that famously dark blush of his

Kyoya had his famous murder gaze as you held him back

“I swear I didn’t see anything!” Tamaki yells as he takes off down the hallway

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@bardingbeedle here is your birthday fic!!!!! ily, i hope you enjoy <3

Tony is not a stupid man. So when Captain America asks him if he wants to “step out” with him, of course he says yes.

He’s amused because Steve plans the date and picks him up at six o’clock on the dot. His amusement must be written on his face because Steve ducks his head like he’s embarrassed and says, “Ah, I know this isn’t exactly how things are done anymore, but it took it out of me just to ask, so...”

He’s sweet, painfully so, and Tony couldn’t stop himself from smiling if he wanted to. “Hey, who’s complaining?”

Steve smiles back, his shoulders relaxing a little, sweet and appreciative. He’s really something else and if Tony’s not careful he’ll be in trouble. Steve’s a good guy—the best, really, but there’s no way Steve is interested in dating Tony long term. It’s probably not conscious, but he’s interested in the experiences Tony can provide. Fancy dinners, lavish vacations, expensive presents. Sure, maybe there’s some attraction there, some connection, they’re friends, aren’t they? But it always comes down to Tony’s money. He’s not about to hold that against Steve. They can have a little fun. “Come on,” he says, slipping his arm through Steve’s. “Take me out on the town.”

Steve beams, hand curling around Tony’s on his elbow.

–

They go to a place called “The Big Gay Ice Cream Shop” and Tony barks out a laugh. Steve smiles, glancing at him slyly out of the corner of his eye. “I thought it seemed appropriate.”

“You aren’t wrong.”

Steve holds the door open for him, which is another charming gesture. They spend a little while at the counter sampling flavors and leave twenty minutes later with waffle cones the size of their heads. Tony automatically goes for his wallet at the register, but Steve catches his hand and pushes it back into his jacket.

“My treat.”

Tony blinks, surprised. “Oh.” He shrugs after a moment and grins. “Okay, then.”

He can’t remember the last time someone paid for him for...anything. It may have never happened. He’s always been the one with more means than sense. The experience is novel and he can’t help the way it lingers in the back of his mind through the rest of the date, which is a long walk back to the Tower.

Steve is funny in the driest way and smart as hell in a way that’s unlike Tony’s own intellect, but that just makes it all the more fascinating to talk to him.

Plus, he’s gorgeous, which Tony is reminded of when they finally meander up to the Tower and into the elevator. Steve leans back against the elevator wall, hands in his pockets, his head angled toward the floor, and he smiles at Tony, looking at him through his sandy eyelashes.

It knocks Tony for a loop.

He still hasn’t quite figured out how to breathe again when Steve says in a low voice, “I had a really good time tonight, Tony. Can we do this again?”

Tony works his tongue around his mouth for a second, trying to get some moisture back into it. “Yeah,” he says faintly, “me too. This was fun. How’s, uh, next Tuesday?”

Steve glows at him. That’s the only way to describe it. Tony’s stomach swoops like he’s pushing Mach 5 in the suit. “Six?”

“Yeah,” Tony rasps.

Steve pushes off the wall as they arrive at the floor that holds his apartment and Tony feels his passing like electricity over his skin. “Okay. See you then.”

Oh, Tony thinks as the doors close, yeah, I’m in trouble.

–

“IFC is playing The Shining,” Steve says while he and Tony head downstairs on Tuesday. “I thought we could go see it?”

“You’re into horror?”

Steve shrugs. “I don’t know, but I hear it’s a classic. One of the best of all time?”

“I saw it when I was ten so I can’t comment on anything other than the fact that it scarred me.”

“You were ten?” Steve says with a look somewhere between incredulity and amused of-course-you-did, which is a look Tony is used to getting.

“Dad kept telling me I was a baby and I wanted to prove him wrong. I snuck into the theater. I couldn’t sleep for a week.”

“Well, now I’m really curious.”

“Wow, asshole,” Tony says.

Steve shrugs, hands in his pockets again. It’s like he thinks he’s too big—taking up too much room. “I keep tryin’ to tell people...”

It feels like Tony’s heart grows in his chest. God, he’s so fond of Rogers. He’s a shit.

–

Steve pays for the movie and their concessions, too.

Tony thinks about saying something, but he’s not sure what exactly he’d say. Stop it? I have money (obviously)? He can’t come up with anything that doesn’t sound ridiculous. So he just keeps his mouth shut and watches the movie.

It’s definitely not as scary as he remembers, but there are still some creepy moments. Some of it just gets him because of how much it reminds him of Howard.

When they leave the theater, Steve is in a somber mood.

“That was...interesting,” he says, obviously struggling for words. “They implied that Jack was in the hotel in the past, too.”

“Yeah.”

Steve goes quiet, mind obviously churning.

They walk in silence for nearly a block before Steve finally shakes his head. “Sorry, that was… I wasn’t expecting that.”

He’s unsettled Tony realizes. “Are you okay?”

Steve looks over at him, a flush creeping over his cheeks. “Yeah, uh,” he scrubs a hand over the back of his head. “It’s just—the way he lost control…”

“Reminds me of my dad,” Tony says, before he can think better of it and he only just manages to stifle a wince when Steve looks over at him, eyes wide.

“Howard was like that?”

“I mean he never tried to axe me, but—” Tony shakes his head, brushing that all away. “He was your friend, let’s not get into that—”

Steve grasps Tony by the wrist, bringing him to a stop on the sidewalk with barely any pressure at all. Tony gets the sudden urge to shake him off, but he mashes it down. Steve’s face is serious, tinted orange in the sodium vapor lights. “You and I are better friends than we ever were, Tony. If he ever did anything like that to you—” His mouth goes tight. “You didn’t deserve that.”

Tony stares at him, feeling strangely overwhelmed, so much so that he can’t speak. He can’t find the words for—anything.

Steve’s face softens and he puts a hand very lightly in the small of Tony’s back. “C’mon. Ice cream?”

Tony nods and lets himself be led.

–

He’s doing it deliberately, Tony realizes after they’ve gone on three more dates. On their fourth date, Tony pulls out his wallet early trying to beat Steve to the payment, but Steve says, “That’s okay, Tony. I’ve got it.”

“You’ve gotten it every time so far,” Tony says.

“Yeah,” Steve says mildly, handing over his credit card, “what’s your point? I want to.”

Tony doesn’t actually have a good argument to counter that, so he lets his hand drop. Steve smiles at him and it’s like Tony can feel the Pavlovian neuro-paths forming in his brain. Jesus, he’s a sucker. This was supposed to be a fun little fling because when you’re offered the chance to date Captain America you don’t say no, but Steve keeps asking him and Tony keeps saying yes. And Steve’s sticking around even though he’s the one paying for everything. It doesn’t track at all.

Coney Island is a blast, partly because of the attractions, but mostly because of all the stories Steve tells him about what a scrappy little cuss he was. He even tells Tony about a time when Bucky made him go on the Cyclone and he threw up and he actually manages to smile during the story. It’s the first time Tony’s heard him talk about Bucky without a thread of raw agony in his voice. It sounds stupid, but he’s honored. It’s taken the team two years to start cracking through Steve’s walls and it’s humbling to realize Steve feels like he can say these things to Tony and that it’s helping.

They stay until well after sundown and Tony can’t stop looking at Steve under the kaleidoscope of multicolored lights. He’s relaxed, happy, and it’s beautiful.

“Let’s ride the Ferris wheel,” Steve suggests, and Tony just says okay. He’d say yes to just about anything Steve suggested at this point.

It’s a warm night with a cool breeze—pretty much perfect as far as nights go. Despite the fact that the line is fairly lengthy, they end up in one of the fixed cars alone. Tony’s stomach flips when Steve sits and pulls Tony down next to him, wrapping his arm around Tony’s waist. The midway is all lit up below them, backed by the beach and the dark water beyond. This is the first time Tony’s been on a Ferris wheel in years and it’s making him feel like a kid again. It’s goofy, but there’s something magic about it.

“It’s pretty amazing this is still around,” Steve says, and Tony drags his gaze away from the view. “There was a big fuss when it opened. It was called the Dip-the-Dip back then, but it was just like this.”

“People do some incredible things,” Tony says, and Steve meets his eyes.

“They sure do.”

Their car reaches the apex of the wheel and rocks slowly to a stop as the wheel pauses. The breeze is cool, blowing Tony’s hair in his eyes and he reaches up to push it back. When he can see again, Steve is close enough Tony can feel the heat of his skin against his cheek and he sucks in a breath, heart breaking into a sprint.

“Gonna kiss you now,” Steve says, voice low. Then he cups Tony’s face in both his big hands and kisses him so gently it feels like his thoughts go spiraling away on the breeze.

The blood roars in his ears and he only realizes he was holding his breath when Steve draws back and Tony sucks in a gasp, his hands clutching at Steve’s leather jacket. Steve is warm underneath it, but the lining is cool and smooth against the back of his knuckles.

Steve smiles at him, sucking Tony’s stomach right back out of his body, and then leans in again and presses another featherlight kiss to his mouth. “Been wanting to do that for weeks.”

Tony makes an inarticulate noise and shifts impossibly closer to Steve, the heat of his thigh like fire against his leg. “Well, don’t stop now,” he rasps.

Steve lights up, his eyes reflecting back all the colors of the lights as they go by, and then he’s kissing Tony again, tongue easing into Tony’s mouth and sending sparks through his scalp. He moans, blown away by how good it feels to kiss Steve. Oh, god, he’s supposed to give this up? Like hell.

–

After that he’s plunged from “getting in over his head” to “in way over his head”. He tries so goddamn hard to protect himself from the inevitable heartbreak caused by people who don’t realize they’re in love with his money and not him, but he wasn’t ready for Steve Rogers.

Steve who hasn’t let him pay for a single thing in the three months they’ve been dating. Not so much as a coffee. What is he supposed to do with that? What is Steve getting out of this if he won’t take Tony’s money?

“STOP,” Tony bursts as Steve takes the check holder, “Stop. I can’t take it anymore. What is this, the world’s longest con?”

Steve blinks at him and the waiter slowly backs away from the table and disappears. “What?” Steve finally says.

“You won’t let me pay for anything! But people date me for my money. So I don’t understand what’s going on here. Are you trying to lull me into a false sense of security? Because, if I’m being honest, I’m already fucked. I’m into you. Way into you. So even if you are, you can just cut it out. You can have whatever you want.”

Steve’s face pinches and he puts a crease in the check holder, his fingers are gripping it so hard. “No, Tony. It’s not...it’s not a con. I didn’t want you to think that I even might be interested in you for your money.”

Tony shrugs, feeling small. “Everyone is.”

“I’m not,” Steve says firmly. “And I’ll keep paying for things as long as it takes you to believe that. I don’t need or want your money. I want you.”

Tony swallows, shoulders hunching and his fingers curling reflexively when Steve reaches across the table to put his hand over Tony’s. “You’d...pay for stuff forever? Even though I can afford—basically anything?”

“I’m dating you to spend time with you, Tony, not so you can buy me things. And I don’t want you to feel like it’s unfair or I’m coddling you or something. If you want to pay for your share, that’s fine. But I don’t need you to pay for mine. And I’ll never expect you to.”

Steve really is unbelievable, Tony thinks, staring at him across the table. “You would,” he says, knowing it’s true even as he says it.

“I will,” Steve says, like a vow. A shiver goes down Tony’s spine.

He curls his fingers around Steve’s and looks down at the tabletop, flicking aside a crumb. “And what if I wanted to buy you things?”

Steve is quiet for a long moment. “We can talk about it. The idea makes me uncomfortable, I won’t lie.”

“Because you feel like you’d be taking advantage.”

Steve smiles crookedly at him. “You thought I was running a con on you.”

Tony huffs and digs his fingers into the corners of his eyes. “Okay, fair. I’ve...I’ve never dated anyone like you, Steve.”

Steve’s eyes soften into something almost like sadness. “Maybe after awhile then, Tony. We can start with splitting the bill and see from there.”

Tony nods jerkily. “Yeah. Okay.” After a beat, he blurts, “Thank you.”

Steve sighs and smiles ruefully. “You don’t have to thank me for caring about you as a person. But you’re welcome.” He kisses Tony’s knuckles and it sends a chill up Tony’s arm. “Now can I pay for dinner?”

“Please do,” Tony says, hooking his ankle around Steve’s under the table. “I’m ready to go home and give you a very...thorough thank you.” To his delight, Steve’s eyes go dark. He pulls a stack of bills out of his wallet and tosses them into the check holder without looking.

“Let’s go.”

Tony laughs all the way out of the restaurant. Maybe this is going to work out after all.

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Bob’s Burgers 10th Anniversary Retrospective

After ten years, Bob, Linda, and the Kids are just as delightfully wacky and endearing as they ever were, and show no signs of slowing down. So I wanted to put together an ultra mega review of the series. I’ll give an opinion on main and recurring characters, as with a cast this big, there’s been a lot of endearing characters to grace the show over the years. However, I will only be counting characters that have appeared more than once. After ten years, there’s been some real gems, and some real misfires. So, I’ll be counting down my top 10 best episodes, and the bottom 10 worst episodes. I’ll also go through as a Highlight Reel, by picking a best and worst episode of each season, as well as crowning the Best Season with the most good episodes.

Bob Belcher

Honestly, Bob was a very easy character to mess up. He’s the straight man to his wacky family’s antics. But the show does a really great job making Bob simple and lowkey without making him boring or a stick in the mud. He may be resistant to weird things, but he puts up with it anyway to make his family happy. While he’s the serious straight man, they don’t fail to give Bob his own eccentricities and quirks that make him relatable and funny in his own way. Whether he’s making things talk, getting weirdly excited about Thanksgiving, or his awkward way of speaking, Bob is genuinely a good and relatable character. It’s also nice to see that Bob is a great husband and a loving father. He and Linda argue from time to time, but they’re not trapped in a loveless marriage for the kid’s sake like most shows. And even shows where that’s not a selling point like American Dad, Bob shows more remorse for things like forgetting their anniversary than Stan does for Francine. Bob is supportive, loving, and forgiving. Which is just amazing to watch. The times when his kids really need him, he’s there for them, and he helps them through their problems. While Bob might fight with and get mad with or annoyed by his family, Bob never treats them like people he’s stuck with. Frankly, Bob blows most animated TV dads out of the water. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Stan or Francine give quiet supportive talks to Steve or Hayley ever in American Dad. Peter used to at least try to be a decent father, but now is a negligent toddler. Likewise, Homer used to be a great father who cared about his kids, but later seasons have really stepped away from the family angle the Simpsons used to have. In a sea of adult animated families that are toxic and destructive, Bob’s genuine love for his family came as a breath of fresh air.

Linda Belcher

Linda is by far the best Adult Animation TV mom there is. For one thing, she’s funnier than Francine, Lois, and Marge combined. But more importantly, she’s not the butt of the joke when it happens. I can only really remember laughing at Francine when they make dumb blonde jokes with her, but Linda’s jokes come from her character. She could have easily been the gender inverted Homer or Peter, but the writers are careful to make her gullible, trusting, and goofy without making her a moron. When the kids do something wrong, Linda busts out the tough mom act and you genuinely believe that the kids are in trouble. She’s not faking it. She’s not off in her own little world. She’s a bit of a goofy dreamer, but she’s able to be the tough disciplinarian when she needs to be. Her relationship with Bob is also better than most adult animation wives. She’s more independent than the other housewives, and even though her job is working with her husband, it never feels like it robs Linda of her own power, autonomy, and freedom. But the best thing about Linda is that I think most people can agree, she has an extremely strong and charming personality that endears us to her.

Tina Belcher

I really wish I could say I liked Tina more. She’s a creative romantic, just like me. I should love her. But her monotone deliveries and awkwardness isn’t as endearing as Bob’s. I like her better in episodes like Teen-A Witch and Broadcast Wagstaff School News where she has a bit stronger of a personality. But unfortunately, Tina is my least favorite member of the Belcher family, which isn’t to say that I hate her, she just doesn’t shine as bright as the rest of her family. She’s just not very funny or interesting on her own. But on the plus side, at least I don’t find Tina to be annoying or terrible except in the rare bad episode.

Gene Belcher

Gene is the only member of the family that can regularly get my dad to laugh, and with good reason. If he wasn’t such a well of nonsequitor punchlines, Gene would probably be the worst member of the family, but boy howdy do those random jokes pick up the slack. Gene is genuinely hilarious, even if I’d only rank him above Tina in terms of favoritism. However, I find that most Gene-centric episodes to be lackluster or below average. I think Gene’s best episode is probably Y Tu Ga-Ga Tambien, but of the best episodes, none really come to mind that specifically star Gene. Gene is really better suited for a supporting role, and his times as the star showcase why comic reliefs aren’t the main character. They’re support characters for a reason. That’s not to say Gene-centric episodes are terrible. They just tend to range from about average to bad. Though Y Tu Ga-Ga Tambien is a pretty good one.

Louise Belcher

Bob and Linda saved the best for last because Louise is the breakout star of the show. Funny, interesting, and the focus of many of the better episodes, Louise stands proudly on the first place podium with Linda in 2nd and Bob taking 3rd place. I think Louise’s strengths are especially due to her standoffish and naughty personality, which has lent itself to a lot of good character growth episodes. Season 10 Louise seems a lot more mature than Season 1 Louise. I think Louise works because while she does often have clever or sneaky solutions to problems, they don’t forget that she’s 9, so unlike Stewie, her age does present hurdles and barriers to her schemes and plans.

The Best and Worst of Bob’s Burgers

#10 WORST: Pro-Tiki/Con-Tiki (S6e15)

Why couldn’t Warren Fitzgerald just put that $100,000 into advertisements or to help Bob buy better equipment for his restaurant? My biggest issue with this episode isn’t the episode itself, it’s that the ending makes no sense. Warren wants to help Bob because he has a form of riches Warren lacks, and Bob doesn’t want a corporate sponsor to make changes to his brand. But why can’t Warren just give Bob the money to make choices he wants to make? They could stay as business partners, but Bob doesn’t have to sacrifice his personal vision for the restaurant. It’s just really frustrating when they’re both being too stupid and stubborn to see the obvious solution in front of their faces.

#10 BEST: Teen-a Witch (S7e03)

One of Tina’s best episodes, as someone who had a goth phase myself and dabbled a tiny amount in ‘witchcraft’, this episode brings back memories of high school and the desire to make the world what I wanted it to be. But on top of that, Tina with a backbone is when she really shines as a character, mostly because it means her humor isn’t being derived from her being awkward.

#9 WORST: Live and Let Fly (S9e05)

Mr. Frond embarrasses the kids, and they team up with Up-Skirt Kurt to get revenge against his sister and Mr. Frond. I’m not a fan of Kurt, so I already don’t care much about his feud with his sister, but I also just find the episode kind of boring. I don’t care about Kurt, I don’t care about his feud, and the kids call off their revenge, so that ends up not mattering either. Even Bob and Linda’s side plot is only middle-of-the-road quality for Bob’s Burgers.

#9 BEST: Wharf Horse/World Wharf II (S4e21-22)

The very first two-part episode Bob’s Burgers ever had, the season 4 finale is a great watching experience. It has some fun songs, funny character exchanges, suspenseful drama, and some heartfelt moments. It feels like a short movie, and that’s a good thing for a two-part episode to do. Even Fanny and Felix are interesting villains. But even after everything Felix did, I don’t find myself loathing him in later episodes, and that’s a hard thing to accomplish.

#8 WORST: Tina-Rannosaurus Wrecks (S3e07)

This is the only bad Tina episode where the problem isn’t Tina herself. My biggest issue with this episode is more just the subject matter. Bob lies for insurance reasons about who was driving his car, and the entire episode is just Bob and Tina digging a deeper and deeper hole for themselves. The solution to the issue is clever enough to redeem the episode somewhat, but the majority of the watching experience is just kind of an awkward dance of watching these two getting tangled up in a web of lies.

#8 BEST: The Taking of Funtime One Two Three (S9e02)

Bar none, this is the single best ‘Heist’ episode of Bob’s Burgers, and it’s kind of crazy that Bob’s Burgers has actually built a repertoire to where I can make a list of ‘heist’ episodes as an archetype. This one feels the most like an actual heist movie, and the ending is legitimately clever and unexpected. But even more than that, if you’re paying attention, you can see the twist before the characters even reveal it. That is the kind of tight writing that makes the list for best episodes.

#7 WORST: A Fish Called Tina (S10e12)

Tina spends an episode trying way too hard to make someone like her, to the point that she almost humiliates a 4th grader in public just so she can live out some fantasy. It’s really uncomfortable and sickening to watch Tina do this. This will be a recurring issue with Tina’s low-point episodes. There’s nothing fun about watching a character make a complete idiot out of themselves by coming on too strong. It even makes me groan when Kaylie shows up in another Season 10 episode because I don’t want to have to think about this awful episode.

#7 BEST: Stand By Gene (S6e12)

Something about this episode really just brings back memories of my childhood. Memories of walking through the outdoors, just exploring and wanting to find things. The characters are funny, and Bob and Linda’s relationship is put to the test. Plus, I loved that for the entire episode, you don’t know how it’ll end. It really makes this a personal favorite and one of the episodes I knew had to make it on my list.

#6 WORST: The Grand Mama-Pest Hotel (S7e13)

Linda ruins things for Tina by being an overbearing annoyance. Are you noticing a trend with Bob’s Burgers’ worst episodes? I don’t like it when good characters make complete jackasses out of themselves in the name of ‘humor’. It’s not funny. It’s annoying and makes me dislike them. Thankfully, the worst of it is only in the latter half of the 2nd act and the entire third act, but Linda’s behavior just makes me cringe and ask why they had to do Linda dirty like this? It just puts me even more squarely on the side that Tina is entirely in the right and I don’t want to deal with Lind either.

#6 BEST: Broadcast Wagstaff School News (S3e12)

From Tina at her lowest point to Tina at her best, Broadcast Wagstaff School News is my favorite episode of the first 5 seasons. Tina’s funny and engaging, Gene is absolutely shining as Little Bob, and while Louise and Linda play supporting roles in this episode, they’re still funny as well. Plus, the mystery is a good one, and this episode is even referenced in later seasons.

#5 WORST: Mazel-Tina (S4e13)

Tina ruins Tammy’s birthday and steals her party. This is Tina at rock bottom. Tina is so despicable, cruel, and selfish in this episode that it reminds me that behind that creative awkward girl is a selfish brat who doesn’t care if she hurts other people if she can live out her fantasies. If other episodes didn’t rescue Tina from being so unlikable, I probably would hate Tina as a character entirely for her behavior in this episode.

#5 BEST: The Silence of the Louise (S8e02)

Movie parodies are some of the best, and The Silence of the Louise is the queen of all the movie parodies. When Mr. Frond’s therapy dolls are mutilated, and the school staff calls off the waterpark trip until the culprit is caught, Louise teams up with psycho Millie to figure out whodunnit. This is also one of the first time Millie wasn’t strictly an antagonist, and she genuinely felt like someone who could be Louise’s friend someday.

#4 WORST: Boywatch (S8e16)

Tina ruins things for other people by coming on too strong. The only reason this is ranked higher than Mozel-Tina is because in that episode, she just wanted to be at the party, and just kind of ended up as the star of the party and let it go to her head, whereas here, she is actively ruining things for other people in pursuit of her own delusions and fantasies. Tina has no desire to be a junior lifeguard, but cute boys causes her to behave like a troublemaker. She’s entirely out of character, and her teammates’ hate for her behavior is something I agree with. I don’t want to hate the main characters, so why does this show keep pushing to make Tina a nuisance who ruins experiences for other people?

#4 BEST: The Quirkducers (S7e06)

If the Silence of the Louise is the queen of film parodies, then The Quirkducers is the king. Not only is it a clever parody of The Producers, but it also has some damn good musical numbers, especially the edited end credit version. But it’s Tina’s song at the end that stands as one of my favorites of all Bob’s Burgers’ songs.

#3 WORST: Bed & Breakfast (S1e07)

If a Fish Called Tina is bad, then Bed & Breakfast is flaming garbage. Linda turns their apartment into a Bed and Breakfast, and Linda goes berserk when the guests don’t play into her expectations. This episode verges from below average to detestable as Linda goes insane and locks people in their rooms, and Louise drives a grown man to attack workers by preying on his fear.

#3 BEST: The Hauntening (S6e03)

This is hands-down the best Halloween episode that Bob’s Burgers ever made. This show turns out some amazing holiday episodes, and this is one of the best the Belchers have to offer. I won’t dare give away anything about this episode. If you’ve seen it, you know why it’s top of the heap, and if you haven’t, then all I can say is what are you waiting for? Delayed gratification has to pay off eventually.

#2 WORST: Every Which Way But Goose (S9e14)

Tina falls in love with a goose. Who smoked crack before writing this episode, and who huffed enough paint thinner to approve this episode for production? This is the absolute dumbest concept for an episode I have ever come across. Who thought this was a good idea? I can’t even pinpoint the flaws because this entire episode is just so flawed. At least Mazel-Tina and Boywatch enrage me. This just baffles me.

#2 BEST: A Few Gurt Men (S7e11)

When Mr. Ambrose accuses Mr. Frond of stealing his yogurt from the faculty lounge, the case is brought before student court, and Louise is tasked with acting as Defense Council for Mr. Frond. One thing Bob’s Burgers does well is mysteries, and this is a good one as Louise has to figure out a way to prove Frond’s innocence. This is just an absolute personal favorite. Every character is just on point, and I get excited when the episode starts to que up.

#1 WORST: Moody Foodie (S2e07)

Did you ever want to watch the Belchers commit a felony? Then boy howdy do I have an episode for you! A picky food critic responsible for shutting down restaurants comes to Bob’s Burgers. Bob messes up the order, and a visit to the critic’s house to get him to try his burger again leads to a hostage situation with the critic tied to a chair and gagged in his own home. Words cannot describe the depth to which I hate this episode. The entire episode feels dirty and vile. I feel the need to scrub my skin raw after sitting through this episode. The instant I realize that it’s come on, I skip the the next one. I have literally only sat through this episode once. This episode disgusts me. This episode has the main character, abduct somebody in their own home. Then they take a second hostage when a mailman delivers the guy’s package. Luckily, Bob’s Burgers has a lot of good episodes to make up for this one bad egg, but this episode enrages me to the point that if the family wasn’t so charming and endearing most of the time, I might have stopped watching based just on this one episode.

#1 BEST: The Bleakening: Part 1 & 2 (S8e06-07)

The first time I saw these episodes, they played back to back without any credits in between them, and I thought it was one episode, and I didn’t even realize it was the length of two episodes. Between the amazing songs, the brain bending twists, the creative creature, the dark elements that contrast the bright lights of the holidays, and the uplifting ending, this pair of episodes stands paramount as the single greatest viewing experience that Bob’s Burgers has to offer.

Favorite Friend of the Kids: Regular-Sized Rudy

First appearing in Carpe Museum, Rudy came back in The Kids Rob a Train, where he has remained a friend of the kids since. Rudy was the first to join the kids if you don’t count Andy and Ollie who seem to dip in and back out as to whether they’re included in the friend group. Rudy was thus the first to be made a main member of the kids’ friend group.

Favorite Schoolyard Seven: Jocelyn

The Schoolyard Seven is the friend group of the three Belchers, Jimmy Jr., Zeke, Tammy, and Jocelyn. Not counting the Belchers, it was a close call between Zeke and Jocelyn. Tammy and Jimmy Jr. tend to be typecast as serving one niche thing, but Zeke and Jocelyn are often the comedic gold. However, while Zeke is more interesting of the two, I just enjoy Jocelyn too much to not give her the win. Even if Jocelyn’s humor is just a walking dumb blonde trope, like Gene, Jocelyn has a knack for funny one-liners. If the groups has another name, I’m not privy to it.

Favorite Friend of the Family: Micky

Though he’s less connected to the family now, Micky has been a friend to the Belchers since Bob Day Afternoon, and returning in Bob Fires the Kids. Since his introduction, Micky has gotten a job at Wonder Wharf, where he has remained since.

Favorite Recurring Villain: Logan Bush

First appearing in Ears-y Rider, Logan has been a fun and interesting frenemy for Louise to match wits with. In a show where most other villains are the same age as the main characters (Millie, Tammy, Chloe, Jimmy Pesto, Hugo) Logan stands out as a legitimate bully. Yet, even he was willing to work with Louise in Mother-Daughter Laser Razor, showing that there is wiggle room for the two of them to even join forces and spread havoc together.

Favorite Tina Love Interest: Duncan

Earnest if not a little awkward, Duncan seems like a sweet boy for Tina to possibly end up with. Sasha Whiteman is another character I could easily see being a good boyfriend to Tina because his quick wit and social graces make him a great foil to Tina, and he excels where Tina falls short. Zeke has a good chance to be a good boyfriend, but Tina still spits his name when she greets him, so I doubt she’d take interest in him unless something happens to change their dynamic. I liked Josh, but now that he’s said he doesn’t like her anymore and she agreed that she feels the same, I doubt we’re going to see them date further in the future.

Favorite Side Character: Nat Kinkle the Limo Driver

First appearing in Season 8 episode 8 V for Valentine-detta, I must not be the only fan of Nat’s because she made two appearances in the 10th season, in episode 1 The Ring (But Not Scary) and episode 17 Just the Trip. Currently with only 3 appearances, she’s still only a side character, but I get the feeling that like with Rudy, Courtney, Darrel and Alex before her, Nat will keep becoming a more frequent character. She just has a great vibe, and her charisma is intoxicating. She meshes great with the family, making her an absolute delight to watch.

Favorite Bit Character: Marshmallow

Although she’s appeared in multiple episodes since her introduction in Sheesh, Cab Bob, Marshmallow has never gotten much more than a couple lines, with her biggest role being in The Bleakening where she had more to say. She was also the first major LGBT+ recurring character on the show, which also made her a joy to see, whenever she returned to Bob’s Burgers.

Favorite Headcanon: Gene is Genderfluid

Gene’s jokes have been centered on his gender or sexuality since the first season finale. A joke once in a while is one thing, but ten years of the same sorts of jokes tells the sharp viewer that there’s more to it than just a running gag. With how many jokes have Gene talk about having boobs, synching his cycle, or calling himself Tina and Louise’s sister or Bob and Linda’s daughter, it’s my opinion that Gene is genderfluid, or possibly even transgender. The only reason I say genderfluid over a transgirl is because he still also addresses himself as a boy or a man as much as he does girl jokes.

Best Song: Twinkly Lights (Ms. XXX-Mas)

Not only does Toddrick Hall absolutely kill this performance, but I also love the meaning of the song about POC inclusivity and pride in the LGBT+ community. As the final song in The Bleakening, it’s one hell of a closing number, and I can’t help but dance in my seat whenever it plays. I’ve even listened to it independent from watching the show, and honor I don’t bestow on every song.

Best Episode Archetypes:

The Best Heist: The Taking of Funtime One Two Three

The Belcher kids have stolen a number of things. Chocolate, a bounce house, but the absolute creme de la creme of their heists is the procuring of the Dunebuggy from Family Funtime. When Family Funtime unplugs the macchines whenver the kids get too many tickets from them, the kids decide to pull off the heist of a century to make off with the biggest prize of the arcade: the dune buggy.

The Kids Tell An Anthology: Moms, Lies, and Videotapes

From the Gayle Tales to The Handyman Can, the kids have told a number of anthology stories, but the most impressive of the bunch is their stories of the mother’s day plays into three interesting stories. Though true to form, Gene’s is the weakest of the three, as his usually are. I don’t recall any time when his anthology was the best of the kids’, but then, Gene is not the most creative of the three children. His best story is probably in The Frond Files where his story’s world is colorful and fun to observe.

Best Musical Episode: The Bleakening

Not only do these episodes have a lot of musical numbers, but there is not a single one that doesn’t hit a home run. But more importantly, the entire episode is a musical, with each number helping to tie and bridge together the narrative, which is the entire purpose of musical numbers in a proper musical, which makes this the single best musical episode mainly because it’s the only episode that’s a true blue musical.

Best Holiday Episode: The Hauntening

With The Bleakening already taking the top spot for musical episodes, that leaves the Miss Congeniality of the holiday episodes to take the crown. I didn’t spoil anything about this episode above, and I won’t say a thing about it now. This episode is solid gold.

Best Film Parody: The Quirkducers

Not only is this episode clever in the way it uses its source material, but the family all have moments to shine despite the stars being Louise and Gene. The show also makes good use of the Schoolhouse Seven (the main group of the Belcher Kids, Jimmy and Zeke, and Tammy and Jocelyn), and each of them brings something great to the episode. It undoubtedly earned its place in the top 10, and will likely hold its place for years to come.

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Another angel on earth (Lucifer Morningstar x Daughter!Reader)

[Lucifer-Masterlist]

Summary: You were the daughter of Lucifer but had never met him. God decided to keep you in heaven but your birthday was approaching which meant that you were finally able to make your own decisions. You had always dreamed of visiting earth & that was exactly what you were going to do.

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Warnings: language (what’s new), God being an asshole (no offense), naïve reader but pls accept it for the sake of this story, fluff, (Y/A) = your age, (Y/F/O) = your favorite outfit, (Y/E) = your eye color

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You were (Y/N), an angel in heaven, the daughter of Lucifer. You had never seen your father, though, because God told you that it would not be convenient. Honestly, you had never been too eager about meeting your actual dad. He was the devil, to say the least. God & a lot of other angels had told you the story about why he got casted out of heaven. Did you really believe that story? You were not sure either. All you knew was that, no matter how much of a paradise heaven was, you hated being there.

“You know, (Y/N), it’s nothing new that someone tells me they don’t like heaven but trust me when I tell you: You’re not ready to face the harsh reality.” God managed to put that into your head from the very beginning on. Yet, you hated staying in heaven, you hated most of the angels there & most of all, you hated God. Yes, the oh so mighty God himself. You just did not understand how he wanted to keep you with him & the others at all costs. So you did all you could do at the moment: you stayed silent, watched humanity and waited. Humanity had always been fascinating to you. How they lived so freely without any restrictions whatsoever. You were jealous of them, wanting to live as carefree as most of them seemed.

There was one rule in heaven, one God decided was necessary for his followers. As soon as someone turned (Y/A), you were able to leave heaven, without having anyone to tell you any differently. You would reach that age in 2 days. Two more days until you were finally free. You could not wait anymore, it had been so long. God knew nothing about your plan yet. He assumed that, after everything, you would be staying up there your entire life. But because you were sick of all his rules, you decided you would be leaving right after your birthday. Would God hate you for doing so? Definitely. Did you care? Absolutely not.

You had always been a little different compared to the other angels. And while none of them ever said it to your face, you had overheard them saying it was because of your father. How the hell were you supposed to be like your dad when you had not even met him yet? You probably will never meet him. The devil himself was in hell, obviously, & you had no desire to pay hell a visit. The stories you had heard about that place were not exactly pleasing.

Finally, the time had come. A few more minutes & you would be able to leave heaven & start over. What city would you visit first? Paris seemed nice. Maybe London. Or maybe you would take a look around LA. Something had always felt right about LA, something you could not quite understand. Maybe you would after staying there for a couple days. Being an angel was nice, especially when you teleported yourself from one place to another. Suddenly, three angels & God stormed into your chambers. They scared you, they only ever rushed when it was something very important.

“You’re leaving?” God locked at you, shock written over his features.

“How do you know? It’s not like I ever talked about it…” you were so confused. You did not say anything purposely so how did he find out?

“I’m God, (Y/N).” he stated matter of factly. To that, you rolled your eyes.

“So? What do you wanna do? I’m (Y/A) now. You can’t tell me shit, big guy.” you were crazy for talking to THE God like that but on the other side, he knew your personality, he knew how you acted when you were mad. Yes, you were an asshole but you were totally fine with that.

“I thought you’d stay after everything. Where do you wanna go? There’s no other place for you, (Y/N), you belong here.” he pleaded. Why did he want you to stay so badly? Over the years, there had been quite a lot angels who decided to leave heaven. Why was it different with you?

“You & I both know that I don’t owe you an answer anymore. Why do you care anyway? Just let me leave for fuck’s sake.” the anger flashed through your eyes. Maybe they turned a tiny bit red but you were not sure. Your eyes only turned red when you were mad, REALLY mad.

“Language.” he mumbled. He did not like your use of words but that was something he never got out of you, it was part of you. “Yes, but you & I both know that I am God so I am going to find out.”

“I don’t give a shit. You can’t tell me anything anymore. I’m finally free & nobody will be able to stop me from going.” you stated confidently.

“Sure, go ahead. I know you’re going to come back on your knees, begging to live in heaven again & you know what? I will let you in. Tell you I knew better. Go, try it. See you soon then.” and with that, he and the other angels were gone.

“Asshole.” you whispered. You knew you were ready & God did not scare you with his words. It was time, your mind was set. The adventure was about to begin.

~arriving in LA~

The city was massive. Watching from up there & actually being there were two completely different things. So many people, huge buildings, so much to see. You absolutely loved it. The first thing you did after arriving was going shopping. Heaven’s attire was not really fitting for LA. In the shop, you had asked an employee to help you find the most basic outfit for this city. After about an hour, you left the shop with (Y/F/O) & you felt amazing. If this was what you had missed all this time then you truly had to curse God. Your gut feeling told you that this was the right decision & you spent the entire day just walking around, watching everything & everyone. Your advantage was that you had always been a bit more like humans than angels. Why? You had no idea but it came in handy, right now.

The sun started setting & that was when you realized that you still did not have any place to sleep for the night. Money was not a problem, heaven always had money. No one cared about it so you took a good amount before starting your trip. A hotel would do just fine. The only problem was that you did not have an idea where the next one was located. A phone would be nice but that was something that had not bothered you until now. The city was huge & there were tons of hotels but it was getting darker & darker & you had to admit that LA is quite scary late at night. There were more important things to think of right now, so back to the topic. You started walking further & further into the city, hoping a hotel would be near. Unfortunately, fate was not on your side. The streets became darker, the buildings terrifying. It was pitch black & it felt like you had been walking for hours. Wherever you were, it did not feel safe at all.

A few minutes later, you saw headlights approaching. They blinded your vision, only being used to the dark. Maybe you should ask the driver about a nearby hotel. What if the driver wanted to kill you, though? Your questions got answered by the black car, that got to a halt right in front of you. Your heart started racing. Yes, you were an angel but you were not sure if you could defend yourself. Your strength was not that good.

“Well, hello sweetheart. Aren’t you a bit young to walk these streets by your own at this time?” you were met with a man with dark hair who had a smirk on his face. Usually, you would run away but something about this stranger felt familiar so you just kept staying at the side walk.

“I’m (Y/A) & honestly, it wasn’t my intention to walk around here. I’m actually looking for a hotel nearby. Do you know where the next one is?” hearing your voice, you were kind of shocked. You sounded very uncertain, a bit nervous even. Your usual goofy & sarcastic self was gone.

“What’s your name, sweetie?” his voice was calming. It made you trust him without really knowing him. Weird.

“(Y/N).”

“(Y/N), hm, pretty name.” he hesitated for a bit, his face unreadable, before he spoke up again. “The next hotel is quite far away, you won’t be able to walk all the way. But I have an alternative. Hop in?” he looked at me suggestive. His dark eyes looked right into mine. Something about these eyes felt like…home? Maybe it was too late to think straight but you actually got inside his car. Tired of walking, tired of everything, you just wanted to get into a bed as soon as possible.

“Thank you. Hey, I never asked for your name.” your confidence started growing again, now that you were in this stranger’s car. To your defense, you genuinely did not feel like he was a stranger to you.

He darted his eyes from the road to take a look at you before he answered. “I’m Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar.”

That made you snap your gaze toward him. People were weird. Why would anyone name their child Lucifer, like the devil? Okay, maybe his parents were responsible & it was just a stage name? But still, who would be okay with being called like the devil? Maybe he was just joking & wanted to make you laugh. So you did.

“The devil, huh? Funny enough, I’m actually the daughter of the devil.” you smirked. That was fun. It was hilarious when you could talk to a human being, tell them the truth & them just being clueless. You expected to hear him laugh, too, only to be met with an awkward silence. That made you look over to him. His face showed an emotion you could not quite read. Nothing else was said during the drive.

About 10 minutes later, we came to a halt in front of a very luxurious building. It looked like a night club. The hotels you knew definitely did not look like this but you left it uncommented. Without saying anything, the man exited the car, waiting for you to do the same. You actually felt bad for making him uncomfortable. It was not you intention, at all.

“Hey…Um, about earlier…I’m sorry, I guess I shouldn’t have said this. It was meant to be a joke. Sorry if I crossed a line.” you looked at him only to be faced with his back. He then turned around.

“It’s nothing, really. Just…got me thinking. It’s stupid, I shouldn’t have reacted that way. It was probably very weird & scary to be in a car with a stranger who doesn’t say a thing.” his smile looked forced but you still managed to shoot him back a real one.

“Thanks for driving. Where’s the hotel?”

“Actually, right here.” he turned toward the big neon sign that showed the letters “LUX”.

“Not to be rude but it looks more like a strip club.”

“That’s because it is one.” he smiled at you, this time a real smile.

“Now’s the time where I run for my life or what?” you laughed. Every normal human being would be scared as shit but not you. As you said, you felt safe in Lucifer’s presence. Maybe it was the fact that you always imagined your dad to be like that. Maybe it was the fact that he had the same name, you were not sure.

Entering the building, you were met with darkness everywhere. For a strip club, it sure was empty. Suddenly, someone grabbed you from behind & you could feel cold metal against your throat. Before you even had time to process what was happening you heard someone shout.

“STOP IT MAZIKEEN!.” for a second, you thought you could sport two red dots in the darkness but there was a knife attached to your throat. You clearly were not thinking straight. Light surrounded you & the grip on you loosened. Turning around, you saw a woman who looked badass (you had to give her that) & freaking scary.

“Who’s this? Isn’t she a bit too young for you?” she quirked an eyebrow.

“This girl was lost & on the search for a hotel & I didn’t wanna let her wander around alone, Maze.” Lucifer was more serious now.

“So you decided it would be a great idea to bring her here?” Maze definitely did not like you.

“Maybe I should go…” your voice was small.

“No! You’re not going out there alone again. Do you have an idea how dangerous LA can be for someone like you?” protecting you was not his job yet he felt the need to do so.

The three of you moved over to the bar where Maze offered you some sort of alcohol.

“I’m actually fine with water, thanks.” you smiled slightly.

“Boring.” she muttered.

Bringing you your water, she put a scotch in front of Lucifer. After that, she left the two of us alone.

“Tell me, what brings you here? Where are your parents?” he almost sounded concerned but maybe you were imagining things.

“Well, I ran away from home. I wasn’t really happy with my living conditions & with my…family. I decided it was time to explore the world a bit. LA is my first stop.” you took your words carefully. Not wanting to spill too much.

“So you’re telling me that you left your family behind, at (Y/A)? Without anything?”

“They were assholes. They wanted to keep me locked up for my entire life. I saw a chance & took it. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It actually is but who am I to judge, right?” he let out a short laugh. “You know, my family threw me out so I think I kinda know how it feels like.” he took a big sip of his scotch, his face grimacing just slighty.

“Sorry to hear that. I don’t know if you can really say family because I have never met my dad, neither my mom. I just lived with a couple of people, assholes to be exact.” that made him laugh out loud. Why were you even telling him so much about yourself? He was a stranger, he did not feel like one but he was one still.

Your conversation went on for a little longer until you yawned & Lucifer realized that you must feel incredibly tired. He took you the elevator & after a short ride, you walked into an apartment that looked like a billionaire lived there. Lucifer led you to a sperate room, a guest room you assumed & told you he would be just a few rooms away if you needed him. He closed the door & you were alone again. Walking over to the bed, you noticed that you were not even tired anymore. Thinking Lucifer already went to sleep, you silently opened the door to the rest of the apartment. This place was huge & you wanted to take a look at it. That was until you saw the big terrace attached to the apartment. Walking over, your thoughts started wandering off. The cool breeze hit you & you started thinking about everything that had happened today. The conversation you had with Lucifer in his car was repeating itself over & over. What a coincidence that he was actually named Lucifer. He promised you that this was his real name & frankly, you believed him. Imagine he would be your dad, haha. Too bad that your father was in hell. Today, you realized that you were not unhappy in heaven, you were just desperate for a father figure. Why had God never let you meet him? Why had everyone always told you he was the bad guy? Even if he was…he was your dad.

Suddenly, a figure appeared right next to you & you were startled.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. What are you doing out here? Didn’t you say you were tired, sweetheart?” he looked at view. LA was pretty at night, at least from up here.

“Yeah, I was. Guess my mind is just a bit fucked up, you know?” you forced a small smile. Lucifer looked at you & waited until your eyes met his.

“Tell me, (Y/N), what is it that you desire?” he flashed you a smile, only to be met by your confusion.

“What, are you a therapist now?” laughing, you slowly shook your head. Lucifer looked at you like you were an alien. Techincally, you were. Just, another sort of alien.

“What did you just say?” usually his techniques worked on everyone. Why not on you?

“I don’t think I stuttered, did I?

“Who are you?” his eyes grew wider & wider. You just stared at him like he was completely insane. Inbetween laughter you said.

“Funny, really funny. Too much to drink? Drugs? Too long without sex?” you raised an eyebrow while saying the last part, messing with him. But he was completely petrified still. As far as Lucifer knew, his gift did not work on angels only. You were not an angel, were you? An angel who had the same name as his daughter he never met. No, this could not be.

“Are you an angel?” his voice was low, serious.

“I get that a lot actually.” your sarcastic personality becoming the best of you. “Usually the men are a bit younger, though, but I take it as a compliment.” you giggled.

“I wasn’t joking.” his dark eyes searched for your (Y/E) ones. You were met with absolute honesty, curiosity. Two people could play this game.

“Are you the devil?” not expecting anything from him, you were shocked that he answered almost too quickly.

“I am.” before you had time to respond, you saw his eyes turning red (so you did not imagine this earlier) & his face turning into his true form. Others would probably be terrified but to you, this was the best thing you had seen in your entire life. Tears started forming in your eyes. You hoped this was not a dream you would wake up from. When he turned back to normal, one of his hands moved to cup your cheek.

“Dad? Is that you? Is that really you?” you hiccuped.

“(Y/N)? Bloody hell…” & with that you went in for a hug. Now it made sense. Of course he felt familiar. You had not met him before but you were an angel, your gut feeling was never wrong.

A few moments later, he examined your face. His daughter, you, found him.

“How?” was all he could say.

“I turned (Y/A). The moment I did, I left heaven. God wanted to keep me, wanted to keep me from you. You have no idea how many people told me stories about you. I thought you were in hell?”

“Left it a while ago. Vacation in LA sounded more inviting.” he grinned & you let out a laugh.

“I can’t believe I found you. I wasn’t even looking for you, something told me that LA was the right choice.”

“You’re here now & you’re not leaving, are you?”

“Never. If you don’t mind me staying in your strip club of a hotel?”

“Not at all.”

You sure did not think your first day out of heaven would go like that but on the other hand, it was meant to be. Your dad, the big bad Lucifer, who definitely was an asshole (but so were you), was not the bad guy everybody had warned you about. He was everything you had ever imagined, dreamed of. You were his angel, literally, & you were finally with him. You were ready to start your new life, finally reunited with the only family you ever had: your dad, Lucifer Morningstar.

Published (06/01/2020) by Cathy

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years

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Won’t You Stay (Part 8)

Summary: The reader spends the night at Jensen’s place but has a moment of doubt over their new relationship. When the reader goes to her parents place for dinner that night, her siblings share some secrets they’ve been harboring but she’s not as willing to go there yet...

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Pairing: Jensen x Director!reader

Word Count: 2,400ish

Warnings: language, depression, self-doubt, implied past domestic abuse

A/N: Please enjoy!

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Friday Night

“Y/N,” laughed Jensen as you leaned against the window in the restaurant that night. You’d barely had time to change into something nice after work and hurried over to the restaurant, Jensen sitting at the bar with a drink. You nearly tripped in your heels when you’d gotten over there, Jensen giggling quietly to himself.

When you got to a table, you woke up some but you were already more than embarrassed. Jensen played it off thankfully and you eased into dinner, talking mostly about work and your days. When it came time for dessert though you weren’t sure if you’d make it.

“Honey, you’re exhausted. Did you sleep at all last night?”

“No. I caught up on a few things,” you said, blinking open your eyes and leaning back in your seat. “I am one hundred percent awesome and ready to go.”

“Well I’m tired and I know I didn’t get to sleep last night either,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “Dinner was very good.”

“I’d love to come back,” you yawned.

“Still doing awesome?” he laughed.

“Mostly awesome. Actually I’d kind of love to go put on pajamas and get out of this dress,” you said.

“I think I’m going to catch our waiter and ask for that dessert to go,” he said.

“Good plan,” you said, giving him a thumbs up.

“You’re extra adorable when you’re all tired,” he said, booping your nose.

“I’m always adorable,” you said, giving him a sleepy smile.

“Yes you are.”

“Mm,” you said sitting on Jensen’s couch half an hour later, taking your last bite of cake. “Yummy.”

“I’m stuffed,” he said, groaning as he stretched out. “You want the bed?”

“Hm?” you hummed as you shut your eyes.

“I don’t think either one of us could drive even if we wanted to,” he said, pulling you to your feet. “You take the bed. I’ll crash out here.”

“We can share. I won’t give you cooties,” you said, curling up into a ball.

“Maybe I want some cooties,” he teased. “Alright, come on then.”

He pulled you to your feet and guided you back to his room, grabbing a t shirt and a pair of clean boxers for you to wear.

“This okay?”

“Mhm,” you hummed. You ducked in his bathroom to change, coming out to find him in pajamas and hanging up his suit. “Your clothes are very soft.”

“Well thank you. You look very, very tired, honey. Get some sleep,” he said, shutting the door. You walked over to his bed and plopped down, nearly falling asleep right there. “Under the covers, sleepyhead.”

“Mhm,” you said, out before he could lay down beside you.

“Good morning,” a quiet voice said as you started to stir. You rolled and found yourself face first with Jensen’s, a shy smile there. “Sleep good?”

“Amazing,” you said, brushing your lips over his. It was a slow and teasing kiss and he let you do all the work. You smirked as you moved back an inch, Jensen laying there with a goofy look on his face. “Morning.”

“Very good morning. Pretty good for a first kiss,” he said. He cupped your cheek and pulled you back into it, lazy and easy. His breath was warm, his lips soft, light stubble just the right kind of rough.

Then you had to go and shrug away from him. You sat up panting, putting your back to him.

“Y/N,” he said, voice gentle and sweet, a little waiver underneath it. “Honey.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” he said. You curled your toes in the carpet, the bed dipping as Jensen crawled over and sat beside you. Maybe you weren’t ready for this again, to be close to someone like that. Nearly your entire relationship with Logan had been a disaster and poor Jensen didn’t deserve to deal with the never ending fallout from it. You stared at you lap but moved closer to him, Jensen wrapping his arm loosely around your waist. “You okay?”

“I’m sorry. We shouldn’t do this. Find someone better, less complicated,” you said. His arm curled around you tighter though and you stared at him, Jensen still looking all soft and smiley.

“Yeah but I found you and I like you and you like me. I want you. Whatever this is, it doesn’t scare me,” he said. You swallowed and stared at him, big green eyes looking back.

“It should,” you said.

“I’m tougher than I look,” he said with a quick smirk. “You don’t have to say anything, just know it’s safe here. I promise.”

“Sorry I shrugged you off,” you said, giving him a smile. He returned it and kissed your temple.

“It’s alright. I will let you be in charge of potential make out sessions from now, alright?” he said.

“Jensen,” you said as he went to move away. “My last boyfriend...things ended bad. Very bad. It’s not you at all. Please know that.”

“If you ever want to talk about it, I’m here but otherwise, let’s not let that douche ruin any more of our morning, hm?” he said.

“Sounds good,” you said. “We can start with getting back to fun things.”

“What kind of-“

You gave him a kiss, Jensen humming into it. He put his hands on your hips and pulled you into his lap. It was soft and slow, Jensen letting you guide him and move his hands up your back.

“You are so attractive,” you said, kissing under his jaw. He turned into it, dropping his head on your shoulder, a tiny groan leaving his lips. “And I think that’s enough for now.”

“For now,” he said, smiling when you pulled back. “Feel better now?”

“Very,” you said.

“Would you like to get lunch with me, miss director?” he teased.

“I would love to but I have to pop into work for a meeting. Tonight?” you asked.

“Didn’t you tell your parents you were going over for dinner?” he said. You pursed your lips but he smiled. “Hang out with your family and relax a little. We can get together tomorrow.”

“You sure?” you said.

“Yeah. We’ll do something fun. I got the perfect idea in mind already.”

“So,” said Ella, plopping down on the other side of your dad in the family room that evening, your mom out getting the takeout. “Where’s your boyfriend?”

“I think he went out with his friends for dinner and a drink,” you said as you looked through your phone.

“You could have gone, sweetie,” said your dad. “I don’t need a babysitter. I have several of you if you look around.”

“I wanted to hang out with you guys. I really need a day off,” you said as you sent off another email.

“You working on the weekends?” he asked.

“Some,” you said.

“Why?” asked Anthony. “Aren’t you already getting paid like an assload of money?”

“Your sister is in charge of 289 people, Anthony. It’s a tad stressful,” said your dad. “But he has a point. You need to take some more time. You have two and a half months to go. It’s only been two weeks. You’ll burn out before it’s over.”

“I know. I want it to be good is all,” you said. You shut your eyes and rested your head on his shoulder, your dad humming quietly.

“Dad. Can I uh, talk to you about something?” said Anthony. You slowly opened your eyes, Ella giving you a quick glance. There was a tone in his voice and you both nodded.

“Of course. Your sisters already seem to know what this is about,” he said.

“Yeah. They do. So um, you know...you know Nolan?” he asked, fidgeting with the bottom of his shirt.

“Your best friend since kindergarten? Yes, I know him,” said your dad, a quiet laugh escaping him. “What about him?”

“Yeah. Uh, Nolan and I are...see...Nolan’s not just my best friend,” said Anthony, rubbing the back of his neck. “He’s uh, he’s my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?” asked your dad. You looked back and forth between them, Anthony calmer than you were expecting. “How long have you two been dating?”

“Almost a year,” he said.

“A year, huh,” said your dad, Anthony nodding. “You guys going out someplace for your anniversary?”

“Uh, probably just get pizza or something,” said Anthony, glancing to you.

“You guys should go out somewhere nice. I’ll pay. Only have a first anniversary once,” he said with a smile.

“Okay?” said Anthony. “I...dad, I...you understand...I’m gay, don’t you?”

“Anthony,” said your dad, getting up and plopping down in the oversized chair next to him. “Honey, I don’t care if you like boys or girls or both or whoever. It doesn’t change anything. You’re still my son and I still love you.”

“Oh. Good,” he said with a smile, your dad pulling him into a squeezing hug. “Dad.”

“I love you,” he said. “You gonna talk to me again? I am very good at talking about boys by the way.”

“Yeah, it was stupid to be afraid,” he said.

“Anthony and this goes for all three of you, I don’t give a damn how big you are, you can always come to me and mom when you’re scared. You never have to be afraid of us,” he said. “Got that?”

“Yeah. Is it cool if Nolan comes over more? I know we go to his house a lot lately,” said Anthony.

“Yes and he can sleepover as I’m sure you’re doing the horizontal tango at this point in the game,” he said. “Just be smart and safe, okay?”

“Yeah. Also, let’s not talk about sex, please,” he said. “Not with them in the room.”

“I showed you what kind of condoms to get, idiot,” you said, rolling your eyes. “He nearly shit a brick when I made him pay. Then there was the what kind of-“

“Shut up,” groaned Anthony.

“You have a good sister,” chuckled your dad. “What about Ella bella? You doing okay? You've been a bit quiet lately too.”

“I told a guy I thought I liked I wasn’t ready for sex with him and he was a dick and I’m glad I didn’t do it,” she said, giving you a smile.

“...Okay. Um, Ella. I won’t tell you how to do things but...wait a bit. Find someone you love and do it with them. Although it sounds like your sister has struck again in the advice department,” he said.

“You have hormonal teenagers, not my fault,” you laughed. He smiled and nodded, looking you up and down. “What?”

“Anything you want to share?” he asked.

“Nope,” you said. He nodded, tilting his head. “Dad.”

“Your brother and sister just did, even though that was hard for both of them I’m sure,” he said.

“Dad. Drop it,” you said.

“You don’t have to be a dick. You’re the one that told us to talk to dad,” said Ella.

“You have been like super angsty lately, Y/N,” said Anthony. “Who cares about your stupid ex-boyfriend? Your new boyfriend is awesome. Even dad likes him.”

“I do like him,” chuckled your dad but he caught you frowning. “No one, not even mom, got the picture on what happened with Logan.”

“Leave me alone,” you said as you quickly stood up. You headed down the front hall, your dad catching up quickly and spinning you around. “I thought you were going to drop-”

“Did he hurt you?” he asked. You blinked and he stared down at you. “Did he hurt you? Touch you? Force himself on you? Something is not right and I’m sorry but you’re not leaving until we know the truth once and for all.”

“He broke my heart. That’s all there is to it,” you said.

“No, it’s not.”

“Why do you even care?” you said with a shrug. “Go off to your real kids, not the accident.”

“Y/N,” he said, opening his mouth and shaking his head. “Sweetie, you’re not-”

“If she hadn’t died, you wouldn’t know I existed. You know why I got so into writing books when I was a teenager, dad? You were playing house with your real kids with the wife you actually loved. There was no burden, there was no trying to hide from your five your old how much better life would be without her in it. Writing let me pretend, run away. Stay out of my business. I’ve been staying out of yours for years,” you said.

He stared at you as you went to the door and pulled on your shoes, Anthony already grabbing your arm.

“What is wrong with you? Seriously? Dad just had a bad night and-“

“Let go,” you said but he tightened his grip. “Anthony. Stop. You’re hurting me.”

“Anthony, let go of your sister,” said your dad quietly.

“Not until she explains what the fuck is going on,” he said, his hand becoming painful.

“Let go!” you said, kneeing him in the groin and shoving him away. You grabbed your arm and rubbed it, all three of them staring at you.

“Come here,” said your dad. You shook your head and he held out his arms. “What’s daddy’s most important job? You used to ask me all the time, kiddo.”

“Being daddy,” you mumbled, squeezing your eyes shut. He walked over and wrapped his arms around you, shushing you. “I’m sorry, Anthony.”

“Me too,” he said.

“Guys, eat dinner when it gets here with mom, alright? I’m going out with your sister for a while,” he said.

“Where are we going?”

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A/N: Read Part 9 here!

#supernatural #spn #jensen x reader #jensen ackles #supernatural series #supernatural reader insert #jensen ackles x reader #spn reader insert #jensen reader insert #jensen x #jensen ackles x you

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rubykgrant · 4 years

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I was thinking about how, if I had enough money I could just throw it around on silly things as well as important ones, I would definitely pay some people to voice and animate a full version of my “Krillin and Vegeta are friends” comic based on the song from the Pebble and the Penguin (maybe slightly re-write it so it fits the characters)... and then my brain just went off on a tangent of taking various old animated movie songs and imagining scenarios of which DBZ characters would fit with them, and I am both delighted and upset by this because; it would be SUPER CUTE, but also I DO NOT HAVE STUPID AMOUNTS OF MONEY

Anyway, this is what I thought up so far-

(and keep in mind, these would have certain words changed and what-not)

Krillin and Vegeta “It Looks Like I Got Me a Friend” from the Pebble and the Penguin (I mean seriously, go listen to that song; you can absolutely tell who would sing what part)

Gohan and Goku “Nobody Else But You” from a Goofy Movie (imagine this is older Gohan after an argument with his dad, so they are hvaing a little heart-to-heart, and instead of sitting on a raft together... they are floating on the Nimbus~)

Krillin and 18 “Am I Feeling Love” from the Thief and the Cobbler (I just dig the mutual pining, and it really suits the two of them)

Vegeta and Bulma “This Is My Idea” from the Swan Princess (no, but this is a love song that actually works for them, because it starts off with the characters HATING each other, they argue constantly, and then oops- they start to feel some feelings. I’m sorry, but this is hilarious)

Goku and Krillin ‘We’re a Duo” from an American Tail (imagine them first singing it together as little kids when they meet, and as the song goes along, we see them grow up... and they are still BFFs)

Gohan and Piccolo “You’ll Be In My Heart” from Tarzan (obviously at first this could be tweaked as Piccolo wanting Gohan to toughen up when he’s training him, but then he starts to care about the kid, and see him as somebody to protect)

Vegeta and Goku “If I didn’t have You” from Quest For Camelot (just the mental image of them needing to fuse for some fight, and Vegeta is his usual unhelpful self, and the lines “I’m so tired of your nagging!” “And I’m so tired of your bragging!” makes it perfect)

that is all I got, but there is serious potential for a lot of other characters~

#my thoughts #songs #music #dbz

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Tempio Di Pietro 5: Clessidra

A Jar Of Dirt Spin-Off Peter x Tony (x MJ)

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Vacanza - Il Quattordicesimo Giorno (Day 14) MJ stares at her own reflection in the mirror as she twists and turns, checking the way the light pastel pink dress hugs her skin. It’s surreal. This entire situation is surreal. How did she find herself in the most expensive shop in a little Italian village to choose a dress that will make her look like a goddess? A dress that she’s paying using Tony Stark’s money? She can’t believe it’s actually happening. This dress is worth at least five months of food for her and it’s the prettiest one she’s ever seen. The light chiffon fabric is so soft and gentle on her skin, accentuating all the right parts of her body. The low cut is just revealing enough and the flowery pattern at the bottom makes it playful and cute. “This one,” she whispers, turning around to the shop assistant who’s been helping her try on dresses for at least half an hour now. The woman’s lips curl into a smile and she nods. “Excellent choice, miss.”

MJ can’t stop the goofy grin on her face as she walks back to the fitting room to change into her own loose, simple black summer dress again. She’s aware of how it makes her look slightly out of place in the expensive shop- but truth be told, she is out of place here. She doesn’t necessarily mind. Not when she knows there's $1000 on her bank account. A thousand dollars accompanied with the sweet promise of what’s about to happen. It’s exhilarating. She can’t wait for Tony to find out that Peter’s been throwing his money at her just like that, she knows it’ll turn the man on instantly. No matter how submissive he may be on the island, it won’t cover up his sugar daddy streak. MJ knows Peter tends to have a hard time accepting the man’s money, or his gifts. Not her. If the man wants to spend - is aroused by it - she’s going to enjoy the heck out of it too. The same grin is still on her face when she returns from the fitting room, the shop assistant waiting for her with a professional smile. “Special occasion, miss?” “Yes, you could say that,” MJ replies and walks over to the counter to pay. The woman taps the buttons on the screen expertly and scans the price tag. “That would be €699,- please.” Right. Euros. MJ does the math quickly and nods when she takes out her card. That would be a little over $750. Together with the $50 her parents gave her to take the boys out for another gelato she’d have enough to buy the additional part to her plan, something even Peter doesn’t know about.

Payment approved.

After MJ finishes shopping for the extra surprise, she makes way toward the lunchroom that Peter suggested they’d meet up at. The three of them decided they should take a brief moment to discuss their likes and limits before they’d dive into it. MJ is glad they’re taking this moment, but it also has her slightly nervous. She remembers the island so vividly. The near-magical atmosphere has been haunting her in her dreams ever since. She’s painfully aware she’s only seen a glimpse of this thing her friends have going on. Tony and Peter still held back a lot those two days ago and she wonders what they’re like when they fully emerge themselves. She can’t wait to find out. “MJ, hi!” She looks up and sees Peter and Tony waving at her from the terrace. The sight has her chuckle. Tony literally radiates billionaire. His simple white button-up and sunglasses resting on top of his head, sitting back nonchalantly. Peter, however, is his very bouncy self. Puppy-like. It’s so strange knowing that in a few hours’ time, Peter will have Tony on his knees. She grins and walks over, hugging the both of them from behind before she sits down opposite them. Both her backpack and bag with surprises carefully placed at her feet. “Sup, my dudes.” “Not much,” Tony says with a shrug. “Only the tingling excitement for what’s to come.” He smirks and winks at MJ, who scoffs at the gesture. “Anticipation is half the fun.” MJ leans back in her chair casually and waves at the waiter, so she can order a lemon sparkling water.

The conversation is pleasant. Ordinary. They talk about the weather, MJ’s trip and the touristy things they’ve all done in the area. When the waiter returns and places the sparkling water in front of MJ, she smiles at him and cocks her head. She knows the boys are staring at her and it’s her goal to turn them both to putty in her hands before they even get to their getaway. She pulls out all the stops. “Thank you,” she says to the waiter, her voice a little deeper than before. When the waiter seems flustered by the eye contact she made with him, he scurries off and she smirks. “You’re really good at that,” Peter notes. “What- saying thank you?” she replies innocently. Peter’s shoulders rise so he can duck his head. “No- no, I meant, eh… Seducing people.” “Well, Aphrodite is the Goddess of Love.” “Venus,” Tony butts in.

MJ slowly turns her head to the billionaire, her eyes still focussed on Peter’s. The young man has his lips pressed on top of each other, quietly anticipating MJ’s reply. Only at the last second, she flicks her eyes to make eye contact with Tony. He gasps quietly. “The Romans kinda stole their Gods from the Greek and simply renamed them. If I’m playing your game, I’ll be playing it as the OG goddess of love. Aphrodite. Not Venus.” Tony swallows and straightens his back. They’re not on the island yet. The hourglasses are still upright. He should keep himself together. “You’re messing with our canon here, missy.” He waves his hand by flicking his wrist casually, but his tone of voice betrays he’s already sinking. MJ snorts at his reply and leans towards him with an open-mouthed smirk on her face. She stares at him through half-lidded eyes, locking their gazes together purposefully. “ Aphrodite. ”

The silence that follows is intense. Heavy. And it’s only when MJ finally breaks eye contact with Tony and cracks her back, slouching in the chair again, that the tension is broken. “Anything I need to know about before we get into this?” Peter swallows and slightly shakes his head. “Right! Eh, well... “ “Just tell me the whole story of how this came to be. That’s easier than trying to give bits and pieces and then forgetting stuff I should be knowing about.” MJ takes another sip of her sparkling water. “Unless that’s too personal, of course.” Peter glances at Tony, who was already staring at Peter. “You okay with it?” Peter asks, his voice gentle. Soft. Tony nods. “She already knows about the majority of our sex life through you, and is joining us on our sex island. I think we’re way past being embarrassed about this.” “Exactly!” MJ chuckles. “So, how did all this happen?”

Peter starts telling the story, quietly that is. He doesn’t want anyone else to listen in, they’re still out in public… He reminds her of the jar of dirt and how he had put in God Worship with the full intent of Tony being the one in charge. How Tony had secretly reversed their roles and gently nudged Peter into dominance. How after that one trip to the spa, Tony would crave being submissive occasionally. That Peter has only been able to dom in Italy. How the hourglass is the symbolization of Tony’s submission and how it works.

Tony takes over Peter and explains the frustrations he experienced being in the public spa, not being able to give in completely without breaking the spa’s rules. Maybe even some laws, if they got caught. He touches on how he went island shopping without Peter knowing and referred to the island as “Marcello’s blessing,” which had Peter chuckle. Tony continues the story by telling about the painstaking process of trying to keep the construction a secret from Peter and what it was like to finally reveal it to him.

And how they’ve been indulging themselves ever since.

“Wow,” MJ breathes out. “I’m… Honestly kind of honored that you’d want me there.” Peter shifts in his seat and beams. “You’re the only one we’d want there with us.” “You’re making it worse, Pete!” MJ exclaims, laughing with her eyebrows curled into a frown. “It’s true, though,” Tony adds strangely calmly. He cocks an eyebrow. “We all know I don’t like to share, but this… This will be special for all of us.” MJ hides her face in her hands, trying to hide her intense blush. Suddenly, rough fingers curl around her hands and pull them away from her. Tony holds them gently and he looks up at her with big, soft eyes. It has her heart hammer in her chest. “Will you be our Aphrodite?” A rush of arousal shoots through MJ’s body and she can’t help but notice Peter is physically responding to it as well. She licks her lips, not breaking eye contact with Tony and nods slowly. “Yes.”

MJ takes a deep breath when Tony reaches out for her to help her get off the boat. She takes his warm hand gratefully and takes a little jump onto the docks. “Thank you, Tony,” she whispers and she can see a hint of desire flash in his eyes. They’re not playing yet. Back at the lunchroom, MJ had suggested they take things slow. Just relax until the vibe would settle naturally as it had last time. Both the men seemed relieved at that as well. No hourglasses are turned yet, but that doesn’t mean that the tension isn’t there. It hangs heavy in the air, applying a sweet yet sensual pressure on all of them.

Before MJ can reach around for her bags, Tony swings the flowery backpack over one of his shoulders and carries the other one close to his chest. MJ cocks an eyebrow at him. “Looks good on you,” she says and nods at the backpack. Tony snorts. “Almost gives me Hawaiian Dad vibes, doesn’t it?” “Almost.” MJ laughs and decides to just roll with Tony’s already increasing need to serve. It’s strangely satisfying to have him take care of her like that. She can see why Peter likes it and it’s only the beginning of everything. She follows after Peter towards the beautiful pool area. It’s the best place to relax and hang out for a bit. The comfortable chaise longues, the natural pool with the perfect temperature to plunge into to cool off, the patch of slightly dried grass to just lay on the ground and gaze up watching the clouds pass by. She sighs as she sits down at the edge of the pool, her legs dangling in the water. “This is so perfect,” she beams. “Thanks for inviting me over guys.” “We love having you here, Michelle,” Tony answers and the use of her full name settles deep in her stomach. She sends him a sweet smile and watches how he blushes at that.

“You know, Tony,” she starts, tilting her head slightly. The words have Peter look up at them. The girl’s voice is smooth and playful as she leans back on her hands, god, she’s so pretty. “-I could use one of those sweet lemonades you made last time.” “Of course, I’ll get one for you. My L- Peter, would you like one as well?” Peter grins as he hears the near slip. Tony almost called him lord. Already. He knows how excited Tony is about all this. Anxious, yes, that too. Maybe that’s why the man is already leaning towards his submission. His safe space. Peter will guide him there as he always does. He nods and waves the man off. “You know I do.” “Coming right up.” Peter watches Tony stalk towards the kitchen and his gaze shifts to MJ again. The girl waits for Tony to disappear from their sight and then she gets up. “I got a dress,” she whispers and walks over towards the shopping bag, rummaging through it until she pulls out a faint pink fabric. Peter bites his lips, blushing when she slides the simple black summer dress from her shoulders. “S-should I-” he stammers and starts turning around but MJ shakes her head. “No, come over here, I need some help.”

Peter gulps when he’s presented with MJ’s bare body. She’s… She’s gorgeous. Stunning. Mind-blowing. Beautiful. Beautiful. “What?” MJ raises an eyebrow and smirks. “Never seen a naked girl before?” Peter’s breath is shaky and he mumbles. “Not in real life.” “Shit, you’re for real?” MJ quickly grabs the dress and covers herself with it. “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked if you’re-” “Move that,” he orders, gesturing at the dress in her hands. A surprised smile creeps onto MJ’s face and she uncovers herself again. Peter Parker just ordered her to show him her nude body. What alternate universe is this?

MJ shifts her weight to one foot, pushing out her hip a little and showing off her slight curves. She knows her chest isn’t big, but judging from the way Peter’s staring at her breasts, he doesn’t mind a single bit. “Contrapposto,” she whispers. “Hm?” Peter’s shame is nowhere to be found. He doesn’t even look her in the eyes when she says it. “The Greek sculptural scheme where they had the people they depicted stand like this.” She speaks quickly, trying and failing to ignore the rising tension. “They were the first to do this. Before contrapposto, all art was static.” “That’s cool,” Peter mutters. His eyes travel further down until they reach her private parts. His mouth is dry, staring at her small bush. “Did you even hear what I said?” MJ teasingly moves her free arm to brush past her body and she shifts her weight to her other foot, mirroring her pose, but the other way. “...Of course.” His lips barely move at this point and MJ chuckles. She decides to walk his way, which startles him slightly, but he doesn’t stop watching her. MJ reaches out to him, offering him the expensive dress. “Of course,” she purrs, knowing damn well Peter didn’t process a word she said. Knowing she has this effect on him makes her feel strangely powerful. “Help me in, would you?”

Peter nods absentmindedly as he takes the soft fabric in his hands. He realizes she’s going to have to step into it. He needs to get to his knees. Fuck. He slowly sinks down in front of her, eyes wide, body shaking, until he’s at the exact height of her- “Go on. Wouldn’t want Tony to walk in on us like this, now, would we?” MJ’s comment snaps Peter out of it and he looks down to open the dress for her to step into. When she lifts one leg to get into it, Peter freezes when the scent hits his nose. His head whips to look at where it’s coming from, wanting to intensify it even more, because shit, it’s the best fucking smell in the world. He gasps softly when he spots something he hadn’t noticed before. She’s… She’s glistening? Peter’s cock twitches when he realizes he’s not only smelling how wet she is. He’s seeing it. He doesn’t notice his mouth opening slightly, his Spidey senses completely overwhelmed and MJ chuckles. “Later, Peter.”

It takes a lot of his willpower to stand up again. To move away from where he wants to be most. He lifts the dress over her hips and she turns, taking her hair in her hands so Peter can close it for her. He’s unnecessarily delicate. As if he’d break her, or wake up from this wet dream if he touched her. When he’s done, she turns again and cups his face in one of her hands. Her thumb brushes over his nose and cheek and she leans in breathing her gratitude into his mouth, but not actually giving him the satisfaction of pressing her lips against his. “Thank you.” Peter’s dick is officially, fully hard now, pressing against the fabric of his pants. He’s well aware MJ is toying with him, just like she toys with Tony. He knows that’s what she likes and she knows it’s what they like too. They’re indulging yet simultaneously denying themselves all this pleasure. It’s deliciously frustrating.

Tony nearly drops the tray with glasses of lemonade when he spots MJ in her new outfit, splayed on one of the chaises. She playfully sticks out her tongue. The chiffons flow around her body and she pulls up one of her legs, exposing it and caressing the skin. “You two better appreciate my legs, I didn’t wax them for nothing.” Tony swallows and puts down the tray before he actually drops it. Peter clears his throat, helping Tony to tear his eyes from MJ. “They sure are shiny.” Peter’s voice is slightly higher in pitch. “Ah, yeah, that’s the oils I’ve been using lately.” MJ keeps caressing her legs and both men’s attempts at remaining nonchalant about the situation are failing. “Makes them so soft…” All three of them imagine the two men touching her legs and MJ manages to collect herself by standing up and showing off the dress to Tony in its full glory.

“Oh! I nearly forgot,” MJ says softly as she saunters over to the man. She grabs the chiffon skirt and makes a turn. “Thanks for the dress, Tony.” MJ watches entertained at how the turning gears in Tony’s head screech to a halt. “What?” “The dress!” MJ gestures at herself and lets go of the chiffon mid-air, making it flow down. “It was paid for with your money.” Tony’s mouth is open, jaw tightened. “I-” “Peter was so kind to send me three nines.” A wicked smile spreads on her face and Tony’s head whips to Peter who tries to hold back his own smirk by sucking at his teeth. MJ invades Tony’s space and plays with the collar of his shirt. Her index finger touches his chin, guiding him to turn his face back to her. She opens her mouth slightly and pushes her tongue into her cheek. Tony’s cock stirs and all his mind can think is I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay.

MJ’s voice is low. Sensual. “Your boyfriend spent your money, Tony. On me.” I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay. “And I spent it on this.” I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gay.

The words still beat through his head, at the same pace his heart beats in his dick, while MJ takes his hands in her own, placing them on her waist. Tony’s knees are jelly. He wants to drop. So bad. “It even feels expensive…” MJ whispers. Tony growls quietly, caressing the fabric and squeezing into it slightly. “How expensive?” “Over 700 euros.” Tony bites his lip. “That’s nothing.” “Want me to spend more?” MJ smirks. “I’ll do it. Gladly.” “I’ll add a nine next time.” This time MJ shivers aggressively. Ten thousand dollars. Next time. They haven’t even started yet. Tony licks his lips. “Where’d the other money go?” MJ breathes out her smiles and gyrates her hips. “Later, Tony.”

Tony’s so ready to drop to his knees. It’s obvious the three of them are bordering the edge of giving in. It’s almost frightening how easy it is. But- the two young adults are just so fucking gorgeous. So sensual. He doesn’t even have a choice but to sink deeper and deeper into his submissive role. He wants to serve them. He wants to pleasure them. Make them moan and shake and take whatever they want from him. The stupid hourglass is still upright though and he’s waiting for either one of them to push through. “Tony,” MJ’s voice cuts through his thoughts and he turns his head to look at her. The girl is holding one of the shiny red and yellow apples from the bowl of fresh fruits he’d given her earlier. “Yes?” “I want to play a little game,” she whispers, slowly speaking each word as to drag them out. Tony stares at her and gasps quietly when his groin tingles. Oh fuck. He already knows that whatever it is, it’s going to be something good. He remembers exactly what she said to him all these months ago at the tower. “I like giving my subs physical pleasure while degrading the fuck outta them at every chance I get.” MJ loves to play. Whatever this game is, he already knows she’ll be the one shining with victory. He wants her to. She hums softly as she twists the fruit in her hand once more and then throws it into the pool casually. Watching it float.

“Uh oh,” MJ mumbles, a sly grin playing on her lips and locks gazes with Tony once more. She doesn’t say anything yet, her eyes narrowing slightly until Tony looks away from her, cheeks burning red. He’s very aware of Peter watching them and he looks over at his boyfriend. Peter simply nods towards MJ, wordlessly ordering him to focus on her for now. “I need you to fetch that apple for me, but uh, there’s a catch.” “A catch?” Tony repeats MJ’s words. “You’re not allowed to get wet. Not a single drop of water staining your skin or there will be consequences. And believe me, they’re in my favor.” Tony sniffs and stares back at the apple, still floating, creating ripples in the water around it. How on earth is he going to- It’s impossible. The only way to reach it would be to swim. Surely he’s missing the solution to her bewitched riddle. “Go on, then.” “Michelle, I don’t-”

“Come on, sweetness,” Peter coos, “-don’t keep her waiting. Make me proud.” Tony gulps and shakes his head. He doesn’t get it. His eyes scan their surroundings, hoping to find a broom or a stick or whatever, but there’s nothing he can use. He presses his lips together. He doesn’t want to displease his deities, he- Tony lets out a shaky breath when he realizes he’s starting to think of them as Cupido and Aphrodite already. He looks at MJ once more, wanting to plead for a hint, beg her to stop the light humiliation he loves, when he sees how MJ’s barely able to keep herself from laughing out loud. The realization dawns on him and he growls. She’s fucking with him, the little tease. There’s no answer to her riddle, there’s no-

Tony smirks. There is something. MJ wants her apple? She’ll get her apple. Tony rises from his seat swiftly and runs over to her. The girl shrieks. She to scramble up when she realizes his plan, but she’s too late. He scoops her up easily and throws her into the pool. Water splashes in the air when the girl disappears beneath the surface. Peter, on the other side, bursts out laughing and Tony grins proudly. He solved the riddle after all. The Goddess got her desired fruit and he didn’t get wet.

MJ swims up and gasps when her head is no longer underwater. With one hand she pushes her now wet hair out of her face and then blinks a few times to get the water out of her eyes. “Tony!” She huffs and licks her lips. There’s a playful sparkle in her eyes when she swims towards him - the apple long-forgotten. The man gulps when she puts her arms on the tiles at the edge and pushes herself up. Everything. Everything clings to her body so tightly. Her hair, her dress . She strides towards him and Tony wants to drop to his knees - again. Still. A surge of arousal shoots through him at the thought. He crossed the Goddess and he wants to make it right. Goddess. Goddess. His Goddess?

She stops mere inches away from him. Her gaze fierce and strong as she stares up, scanning his face. Tony wants to apologize. She raises a finger at him though, it’s enough to make him shush. MJ reaches out for him, her soft, wet fingers trailing past his cheek. “Don’t look away,” she orders and Tony shakes his head in response, but a moan catches in his throat when she beckons Peter to come over. “Help me take it off again, would you?” Tony’s ashamed to admit that the scene has him hard in his shorts, his cock pressing against the fabric just right. Does this mean Peter helped her get into the dress as well? Tony stares, as she asked, at the way the water is still trickling down her body, the droplets making her skin glitter in the bright sunlight. Her hard nipples poke through the thin fabric. He stares at her, and at Peter, the boy now carefully moving her hair to one side to find the button. Tony can see how Peter’s cheeks are flushed now that his fingers brush past her skin. Tony knows how much this must mean to the boy. Peter has known he’s bisexual for so long, yet he’s never touched a woman. Not like this. The moment he manages to undo the button, MJ slides the dress off her shoulders, slowly, teasingly, until it’s all the way down to her feet and she steps out of it. Tony moans when he sees she’s naked. No bra. No panties. Just her. “Should I get the hourglass?” Her whisper is quiet but the words echo in his mind nonetheless. Hourglass. Cupido.

Aphrodite.

“Please.” Tony pleads and he doesn’t care how needy it makes him sound. They know what they’re in for. They’ve discussed this. He wants this. MJ smiles, licking her lips before she turns around to make her way towards the small pedestal a few feet away. Tony stares at Peter, Cupido, in front of him. Just in time to see the young man’s nostrils flare when MJ moves. Tony wonders if he smells her again. He hopes so. Knows it drives his lover wild. “Any last words, Peter?” MJ asks both of them, giving them a last chance to back out. Not that they want to. “No.” “Tony?” “No, Michelle,” Tony speaks quietly and groans when she lifts the hourglass, turning it to its side and putting it down again. “Call me Aphrodite.”

Tony’s already so overwhelmed by both their presence. Aphrodite is so powerful standing there, her wet curls long and thick and gosh- he knows he wants to braid it and one point. Feel it slide through his fingers. “Amore,” Cupido whispers, and his eyes find the god in front of him. Peter’s looking at him so sweetly it grounds him a little. The brown eyes he’s grown so used to over the years. Loving him. “Undress me.” Tony doesn’t hesitate. His fingers immediately curl around Peter’s shirt. It’s not long before Cupido’s body is revealed and the way Aphrodite gasps has them both twitch. “Oh, Cupido,” she whispers. “Those statues really were to scale.” She moves closer to the two men and her hand shamelessly touches his defined abs, right above his abdomen. “You truly are a God worthy of worship.” “As are you,” Peter whispers in reply, eyes strained on her physique as well.

After a few shaky breaths, Peter turns his head towards his servant. “We’re going to the grass. Please bring the basket of fruit.” “Yes, my Lord,” Tony whispers and walks over to the basket, carefully lifting it up and walking after his deities to the patch of grass where they sit down. He waits. “Where would you like me to put it, Cupido?” “Just here’s fine,” Peter answers and pats the ground on his right. Tony nods, lowering the basket and then taking a step back. Waiting for the next order. It’s almost funny how much their dynamics in this had changed since the first time they did this. Where Tony, despite his submissive role, used to take the lead; he’s now giving in fully. Peter’s confidence has grown so much that the subtle power shift simply happened. Tony loves it like this. Is grateful that he doesn’t have to think much. Not when there are two gorgeous beings in front of him. It’s MJ, their Goddess, who speaks next.

“Get out of your clothes, Tony. I wish to see you fully.” Tony nods, his hands reaching up for the buttons of his white shirt and he opens them. A slight hint of insecurity washes over him. He’s not as gorgeous as Peter - his age is catching up with him. And, there’s the arc reactor with all its scars around it, covering his chest. It’s not beautiful. Not like Cupido. He pushes through, though, and he moans softly when he sees the woman’s gaze filled with lust after all. “Am I to your liking, My Lady?” “Oh, yes, Tony. Very, very much. I can see why Cupido has chosen you.” Tony moans, a very filthy moan, at those words. He drops his shirt to the floor and pushes his shorts and underwear down, stepping out of them. His cock is so achingly hard and he blushes as he sees the woman checking him out. “He’s a real work of art, don’t you think?” Cupido quips, smiling proudly. Aphrodite nods. “Why don’t you come closer,” she whispers and pats the ground in front of her. Tony nods desperately, finally, finally, able to kneel. The dry grass is cracking under his weight. The woman’s fingers reach out for him, this time just above his collarbone. Her nails grazing, tickling, as she drags them down towards the arc reactor. “Let me inspect you.” “A-Aphrodite…” “Shhhhh, just let it happen.”

Tony lets her explore. Enjoying the warmth of her fingertips there where his skin ends and the arc reactor begins. The blue light shimmering on her skin. Slowly her hands start to roam around a little more. Tracing his clavicle, then down, less than an inch away from his nipples. He turns his head around slightly, looking at Peter. The young man is watching them, a content smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “How’s that, caro mio ?” Peter’s sweet voice makes him moan and he slumps forward just a little. “Good,” he breathes. “-good and soft.” “Oh-” Peter exclaims sweetly and Tony’s eyes widen. That’s usually a sign something’s about to happen. A sign that his god has something in store for him. “I know something that’s gonna be even softer. Come, lay down on your back.”

Tony complies easily. The grass tickling his naked skin but he doesn’t really care. Not when Peter sits up, crouching next to him with the basket of fruit in his hands. He picks a pomegranate from it. Fingers digging into the peel. Tony can hear its seeds crack and like a Pavlov response, the sound has his dick twitch. MJ stares down at him amused, probably seeing right through them. He watches how his God bites into the peel after he turned it squishy, and then he sticks his arm out and squeezes. Tony gasps when the juice splatters down on his chest, making him wet and sticky all over. “Aphrodite,” Cupido grins widely. “I think we should have a little taste, don’t you?” Tony groans and closes his eyes. Yes, please. He doesn’t have to wait long. He can feel Peter’s warm breath on his lower abdomen. Sucking. Tasting. Teasing. And then- Oh God. A second pair of lips find their way onto his skin. The Goddess’ lips are so soft, so soft and hesitant as she too starts pressing sweet kisses on his skin. Her tongue occasionally darts out to lick up the pomegranate juice staining his chest. His eyes flutter open again and he watches, enthralled, how MJ and Peter move closer and closer towards one another. They’re so beautiful together. Please. Please. He needs them to kiss. Wants to see how good it makes Peter feel. Wants to see those ethereal beings melt together. Sensual and erotic. “Please,” he breathes out and moans when he realizes what he just said. They both turn their heads to look at him and Tony licks his lips. “M-may I request you kiss each other?”

Peter breathes in sharply at Tony’s suggestion and he turns back to stare at MJ. Their faces are so close already. Her lips are sticky with the same juice staining his own. He wants to kiss her, very, very much so. “Do you…” he whispers and Aphrodite nods. Leaning over Tony’s chest to reach for him, pressing her lips onto his. Peter whines, his entire body surging with pleasure. Oh fuck, oh fuck, Tony had been right. Girls’ lips are so fucking soft. He reaches out for her, his hand on her waist and the other on the ground to support himself. She feels so different than Tony does in every aspect he can think of, but it feels good though. He likes the way her hair tickles his face. The soft sounds deep in her throat, and obviously the smell. God, why does she smell so fucking good? He wants to bury his head between her thighs, wants to lick her, taste her. Make her legs shiver around him.

He’s so fucking nervous. The hand on her waist could easily sneak down but he doesn’t have the guts. “You hesitate,” MJ sighs into him as her hand grabs his, slowly pushing him further down to where they both want him to be. “I can smell you,” Peter blurts out and leans back slightly, eyes opened wide when he realizes what he just said. “What?” “S-Spidey Sense, everything is heightened, your arousal… It’s everywhere. I, I want-” “You can smell how wet I am? How much I am soaking for you?” Aphrodite grins, continuing their kiss, licking his lips open-mouthed. Peter moans and his fingers slightly dig into her hips. “Smells so good-” “Do I? That’s sweet…” MJ continues moving his hand further down her body. “Do you want to feel it?” Peter nods eagerly and the Goddess guides his hands between her legs. She’s dripping down her thighs and his fingers catch it as he caresses her. Peter instinctively squeezes her inner thigh and MJ moans. When he does it, the smell intensifies for a split second. “What did you do-” he mumbles. “I didn’t do that, Pete-” She takes his top lip between her teeth and suckles on it. “You made me feel good. Making me feel good makes me wetter.” “Wanna make you feel good,” Peter moans. His hips roll midair. “Well, then,” MJ whispers, letting go of Peter to look him in the eyes. “Do you want to taste it, Cupido?”

MJ lays down on the grass, lifting her knees and resting her feet in the tickling strands. Peter and Tony stare wide-eyed at the phenomenon in front of them. She’s literally oozing slickness and Peter wants nothing more than to stuff his face into it but he’s scared. Scared as he inches forward. Scared as he leans down until his face is right over her. The smell is intense. Addicting. His mind spins, yet anxiety settles. “Peter, are you okay?” Peter’s head whips up at the mention of his own name. Not Cupido’s. “I don’t know-” MJ immediately pulls back upon seeing the bewildered look on Peter’s face. She closes her legs and glances at Tony, who gives her a worried look. Instead of commanding Tony to get it, she stands up herself to grab the nearest hourglass. She sits down next to Peter and hands it to him. He stares at the infinity sign in front of him and his stomach aches.

“The hourglass exists for a reason,” MJ reminds him. “Use it if you need to.” She cocks her head. “You’re not ruining this. Only pausing.” Peter looks up at MJ and his breath hitches in his throat. He feels like crying over the stupidest fucking thing. He slowly puts the hourglass upright and Tony sits down next to him. Both men know MJ is in tune with her subs. That she’s a great dom. They didn’t expect her to do this. “What’s going on in your head, Pete?” MJ asks softly, genuinely. The role of Aphrodite completely discarded. “I’ve never done this before.” His lips press on top of each other and he shakes his head. “It’s stupid, I know. I’m just. I’m nervous. How can I be Cupid if I don’t even know how to make someone feel good?” MJ places her hand on his shoulder and squeezes slightly. “You’re already making me feel good. But it’s completely normal to feel these things.” “I want to learn how, though,” Peter says while blowing up his cheeks. MJ smiles kindly and creates a bit of distance between them so Peter can breathe. “Do you want to try it as Peter, Tony, and MJ? Keep the hourglass upright?” Peter nods, a little embarrassed. “If that’s okay with you.” “Pete, we’re all here to have fun,” Tony joins in. “MJ and I will take good care of you, alright?” Peter gives a small nod and looks at the hourglass, still in his hands. He’s ready to learn. “Alright.”

“How do you wanna do this?” MJ asks. “Want me to guide you?” “I can show you how it works,” Tony states. The other two look at him surprised. “A-are you okay with that?” Peter asks rather shocked. “You’re not-” “I know. But you know I’ve shared a bed with many women back in the day. Just cause I’m gay doesn’t mean I don’t like making them squeal.” He winks, keeping the conversation light for Peter’s comfort. “Your call, Pete.” Peter turns his head to MJ who nods with a smile. He scoots closer to MJ again, but not where he was before, and he looks at Tony with a nervous expression on his face. “Show me,” he mumbles. “Please.”

Soon, Tony’s open mouth hovers over MJ’s private parts. Peter’s eyes are locked on his every movement, studying him like he would for a test. “Women are very sensitive,” Tony says softly. “Much like you, actually.” He swallows and glances up at Peter. “The more loved they feel, the more arousal they feel.” “You’re romanticizing it,” MJ scoffs a laugh and Tony cocks an eyebrow. “You’re talking to the person who was actually sent a prize cup with the text ‘#1 Pussy Licker’ engraved into it.” Tony grins. “Trust me when I say I know how to make you come four times in a row.” “Oh, I’m not questioning it. I’m just trying to say that Peter might be more of a visual learner, if you know what I mean.” “Eager,” Tony says with a smirk. Peter doesn’t say a word. He just watches.

Tony brings up his index finger and takes a bit of MJ’s wetness from the inside of her leg. She shivers visibly and Tony points at a certain spot. “This little thing here is your best friend. When you touch it just right-” MJ gasps softly when Tony’s finger expertly starts tracing patterns on her clit. “The slower you go, the more agonizing it is for her,” Tony chuckles darkly. “If you want to make a woman desperate, this is the best way, in my opinion.” “Differs per person, though,” MJ adds. Her breath is a little shaky and her muscles clench when Tony presses an open-mouthed kiss on her inner thigh. “Differs per person,” he repeats. “Best way to figure out what makes ‘em shake is to just try things. Some ladies like a bit of teeth, others don’t.” Tony scratches his beard on her inner thigh as he continues to rub slow circles on her clit. “T-Tony-” “When she’s wet enough, just keep making those little circles. Move down a bit…” He spreads her folds with his circular movements and MJ tilts her hips slightly so he has better access. “Until you’ll find your fingers moving into even more slickness. Keep circling there and then-” MJ gasps out loud when he enters her gently. “-you push in… Let her get used to you before moving. However-” He pulls out again, his fingers so slick and shiny with her wetness, it has Peter’s cock throb. MJ whines in protest.

“-Today’s class isn’t about fingering now, is it?” He smirks mischievously and MJ huffs. “You’re a tease, Tones.” It’s almost a growl. “Get that face on my puss, show Peter how it’s done.” Tony’s smile is almost innocent and he moves his face closer again. “Remember your best friend?” His voice has gotten quieter. Deeper. Peter notices how the vibrations of it go straight through MJ, who has closed her eyes. Her jaw is slacked, head hanging back as she leans on her elbows in the grass. “I kiss it like I would kiss her soft lips.” MJ bites her bottom lip and stifles a moan when Tony’s opened mouth softly presses against her. He lets go of her for a second to speak again. “Suckle on it, while I squeeze the skin of her legs. Keep her hips from grinding down onto my face. I’m in charge of her pleasure,” he growls quietly before pressing his face against her again. MJ moans audibly now and arches her back. She sounds amazing, and slowly, Peter feels the intensifying need to make her moan like that too. For him.

Tony explains all kinds of techniques, showing exactly how they’re done. Peter makes note of everything he does. How to lick her, go inside her with his tongue. How he can keep playing with her clit while eating her out. What patterns to draw with the tip of his tongue and how he can make her taste herself by kissing her. The whole scene is so hot and Peter is throbbing by the time MJ is nearing the edge. “T-Tony, I’m-” she gasps, hips bucking involuntarily and thighs squeezing around his face. Tony, however, pulls back with a grin, face slick with her juices. MJ lets out a frustrated yelp and her hands flail in an attempt to grab his hair and pull him back onto her. She’s panting and growling and convulsing and it’s one of the hottest things Peter’s ever seen. Tony easily evades MJ’s grasp and shakes his head. He turns to look at Peter and cocks an eyebrow. “Ready to give it a go?”

Peter’s mouth is dry when he sits down on Tony’s spot. MJ has since come down from the edge, but the look on her face, the smell of her wetness and the little noises falling from her lips have Peter dizzy already. He’s broken out of his trance when Tony hands him the hourglass. Peter looks at it confused and Tony figures he should explain it. “If at any point while eating her out, you want to go back to being Cupido. We’re ready. Once again, your call, Pete.” “And if I don’t?” Peter mumbles quietly, slightly ashamed. “Then you don’t,” MJ breathes out. “We’re here every step of the way.” “Thank you…” Peter licks his lips nervously and Tony frowns at him before deciding he needs to do this differently.

“Close your eyes.” Tony’s fingers wrap around Peter’s shoulders and massage his neck. Peter complies and exhales through his nose. Tony nods at MJ who leans slightly forward to take Peter’s hands, still holding on to the hourglass, in hers. She pulls him down, closer, while Tony kneads his muscles the way Silvia had taught him. Tony leans in until his mouth is right next to Peter’s ear. They all know Peter wants it so much. His embarrassment holds him back. Tony’s goal is to make him so hot and bothered for MJ that Peter forgets his worries and just dives in. Tony speaks, quietly. “Take a deep breath through your nose…” Peter does as told and shivers when the intense scent overwhelms him again. He whimpers. “How’s that smell?” Tony asks. “G-good,” Peter manages to push out. When his mouth opens to speak his cock twitches as his tongue picks up on the taste mid-air. “Just good?” Tony questions as he keeps rubbing his hands into Peter’s upper back and shoulders. “Give us your words, Pete.” “It’s- it’s sweet, somehow.” “More,” Tony growls into his ear. “Intense,” Peter says before taking another breath in, eyelids fluttering, but remaining shut. “S… Sensational. Sensual.” “More-” “Overwhelming.” “More.” “Addicting.” “Do you want it?” MJ whispers. “I need it.” “Feel it.” MJ tugs on one of the hands she was still holding. She pulls the one that isn’t holding onto the upright hourglass closer to her until the tips of Peter’s index and middle finger catch some of her wetness. Peter shivers upon contact, screwing his eyes even further shut. “O-oh.” Peter barely notices how clouded his mind has become. “Juicy, isn’t it?” Tony moans into Peter’s ear. Peter replies with a moan of his own. “Open your mouth, pretty boy.” MJ’s voice is soft. Gentle. “Lean in. Taste me.”

The smell of MJ’s wetness is nothing compared to actually tasting it on his tongue. Delicious. He was right. She’s delicious. Salty and sweet and like nothing he’s ever had before. The next few minutes are a haze. Peter can hear MJ’s moans in the distance, every single one making him shiver all over, while Tony continues to growl filthy and encouraging words to him. It’s only when Tony tells him to open his eyes that Peter’s mind catches up again. "Peter, look at her face, god- she loves what you're doing to her," Tony whispers, his hands still working their magic on Peter's back. Kneading, gliding, digging in all the right places. The words make his dick stir and he moans against MJ while glancing up as much as he can. The sight is dizzying. Her lips parted where broken moans keep falling from her lips like a sweet melody. He sucks experimentally, then flattening his tongue against her clit. The way her eyes flutter makes him smile. He feels confident, powerful.

Powerful.

As he continues to ravage MJ, he raises the one hand he hasn’t used yet. The hand that’s holding the hourglass. He curls his arm around her leg and while maintaining eye contact he places it upright on her bare stomach. The cold material of the hourglass against her skin and the anticipation of what’s about to come has MJ shaking. Peter continues to eat her out, not breaking eye contact. His pupils are blown wide. Slowly but surely he starts tipping the hourglass, while his tongue starts spelling out her name in between kisses and suckles. A-P-H- The intense, dark look in his eye causes MJ suck in a breath. R-O-D- “Peter-” I-T-E- The hourglass now rests on its side on her stomach and Tony’s touch immediately softens up on his back. “Cupido-” Tony mutters and Peter growls in response. Yes, that’s right. He’s in charge here. This is his island. Tony is his servant. And god- Aphrodite is making him lose his mind. Their sounds, the change in their demeanor and the way Cupido aggressively attacks MJ’s pussy has the Goddess bordering on the edge of orgasm. “Cupido,” Aphrodite gasps and arches her back. “Please, please, I’m so close-” “Are you?” Cupido chuckles darkly as he moves back up to suck on her clit again. “Yes-yes-yes-yes- don’t stop, don’t stop!” “Mmmmmmm.” Peter hums around Aphrodite’s sweet spot and her legs squeeze around his head, hands pulling the grass out of the ground. Her hips buck and twitch and- “Come for me, Aphrodite.”

Peter sighs happily as he puts his fork down. The late-night dinner they’d made together was delicious - a rich, creamy mushroom risotto with scallops and asparagus. His stomach is nice and full. Not too full, though. He knows they’re fucking again tonight and he doesn’t want his digestive system to slow him down. His cheeks flush when he thinks about this afternoon. His entire body tingles when he remembers how MJ had tasted on his tongue. How incredibly hot it’d been to watch Tony fuck her while he fucked Tony. Sandwiching their servant between them. Peter’s lips pressed onto hers while he rutted into him. He hasn’t been inside their Goddess yet. Tonight, she’d promised. Tonight. His cock stirs at the memory and his blush intensifies. MJ grins from opposite him.

“I think it’s time for dessert,” she states and stands up. “You two, wait here.” Peter wonders what she’s up to and stares as she walks off. He vaguely remembers she said something about another surprise earlier today. Would it have anything to do with that? He eyes Tony carefully. “How are you feeling, sweetness?” Peter asks. Tony nods and licks his lips, meeting Peter’s gaze. “I feel good, amore.” “Come here,” Peter continues and gestures for him to come closer. The man obliges instantly and kneels at his side - a small habit they’ve picked up since they’d gotten to the island. Usually Peter orders Tony to massage him, or suck him off, or praise him. Not now. Now he simply puts his hand on Tony’s shoulder. His servant shudders under his touch. “Let’s see what Aphrodite has in store for us now, uh?” Peter grins and squeezes gently into Tony’s skin. The man lets out a shaky breath and nods. Peter can see how hard the man is already. Or still? Peter isn’t sure. Early on, MJ gave Tony one rule to follow today. He only gets to come twice and it’s his choice when he wants to. He came during their first fuck and had been holding off ever since.

It doesn’t take long for MJ to return and she’s holding the shopping bag in her hands. The mischievous sparkle in her eyes has Peter on edge already. Whatever she’s planned for them, it’s going to fuck with their heads and he can’t wait. “Hmmm, so beautiful on your knees, Tony,” the Goddess mumbles and she crouches down in front of him, shoving the bag toward the man. “Open up.” Peter cranes his neck a little to look over Tony’s shoulder. The older man’s hands are hesitant and careful as he opens the bag. A small, wooden box appears, delicate lines burned into its surface. “Wine, My Lady?” Tony asks softly and MJ nods. She reaches forward, guiding Tony’s hands towards the top and helps him slide it open. Tony hums appreciatively when he sees the name on the label. “Good choice.” “I know. Now, why don’t you go fetch me a corkscrew, honey?” Tony’s eyes glance up at Peter and he nods curtly. The man hurries off. Peter tilts his head and grins at MJ. “That must’ve cost a fortune.” “Oh it sure did, he’s gonna love this, Cupido.” MJ stands up with the bottle in her hand, showing it to Peter. Castello Vicchiomaggio FSM Merlot. It sounds very Italian and high-class and he’s not exactly surprised Tony recognized the name. He probably grew up with it. MJ takes a step closer towards him, bridging the space between them. Peter swallows when her hair tickles on his skin.

“Do you know what I’m going to do with this, arciere ?” The young God shakes his head. There are endless possibilities of what they could do with it and knowing how creative she is, he’d probably guess wrong anyway. Aphrodite smiles sweetly and leans in, kissing him so incredibly gentle that it has his knees weak. He groans quietly, putting his hands on her waist to drag her flush against him. Her curves make him dizzy with lust. It’s so different from the way Tony feels underneath his touch, yet it’s still just warm skin, soft flesh, to dig his fingers into. He can taste the creamy sauce on her tongue still. He grins into the kiss when he feels Tony nearing the dining room again but he doesn’t break away from her. Tony’s reaction when he enters the room is barely audible, but Peter doesn’t miss the tiny gasp. Tony clears his throat, causing Peter and MJ to turn towards him. “M-My Lady? I’ve got what you asked for,” Tony lowers himself on one knee and presents the corkscrew to the Goddess. “Very well,” MJ answers. She takes the corkscrew from his opened hands and opens the bottle with such ease Peter knows she’s done it before. The strong, fruity aroma fills his nostrils and he hums. God, he loves the smell of red wine. “Cupido, I need your assistance for a moment.” Peter holds the bottle of wine for her, watching how she waves her hand at Tony to make him kneel down completely. MJ gently caresses Tony’s chin. “Do you know this wine?” “Not this one specifically. The brand, yes.” “Good. You’re going to taste it for us.” MJ cups her hands tightly and nods at Peter. He gets the hint. He tilts the bottle and bites down on his bottom lip when he sees how the crimson red liquid fills her hands. Droplets seep through her fingers. “Drink.”

Peter watches, enthralled, how Tony’s eyes flutter shut at the command. His head bowed, lips kissing MJ’s fingers slightly before he laps at the wine. Drinking it all up. It’s messy and the drink stains on the man’s chin. Dripping onto his chest and onto the floor. “Gooooood,” MJ coos when Tony licks up the last bit from her hands, sucking on her fingers to clean her up. Her index finger trails across Tony’s lips and they part naturally. “Tell me, how’s it taste?” “Sweet…” Tony starts quietly. “Earthy, rich. It’s delicious, My Lady. Thank you for granting me my share.” The Goddess is pleased with his answer. Peter can see how she’s in her element. In charge of the situation. In charge of Cupido, too.

Tony stares at the expensive bottle in Aphrodite’s hand. He can’t believe she spent his money on this. Of course, the amount she spent is nothing compared to the numbers in his bank account. He wouldn’t even notice. But he’s very aware of how incredibly much this is for the both of them and the thought has him shiver all over. “Now,” the woman speaks and smiles down on him. “-what should we do with it?” “I… I can get some chalices?” “Nah, I want it to be special. Do you know how expensive this one is, Tony?” “I do.” “Good.” Aphrodite doesn’t break eye contact with him as she raises the bottle and flicks her wrists. The wine splatters onto her chest and streams down. Oh fuck, oh fuck- “There goes your precious money, tesoro. Come, catch it before it goes to a waste.” Tony groans and rushes forward. His lips sucking on her skin, tongue darting out in an attempt to catch most of the wine. She laughs, aiming for his head. Tony feels the liquid trickle down his hair and it’s so humiliating yet pleasurable at the same time. His cock twitches, hanging hard and heavy between his legs. His lips move their way up her legs as he keeps drinking, trying to spill as little as possible. Obviously, he fails at that. The wine pours so freely that he could never catch even half of it, but the fact that Aphrodite is literally wasting his money here turns him on beyond limits.

“Please,” he mumbles into her skin when she stops spilling the liquid. She stares down at him and Tony moans, his tongue darting and teasing along her inner thigh. “Taste so good, My Lady.” “Do you think you deserve more?” Tony moans at the words and casts his eyes down. Staring at the stained-red floor. “That, I will leave for you to judge,” he mumbles softly. Aphrodite chuckles sweetly from above him. “You’re such a wonderful servant boy- so polite and well-mannered. Cupido has taught you well.” Tony doesn’t know why those words nearly have him collapse. Nearly have him beg for anything his deities are willing to give him. Aphrodite called him boy. He shivers just thinking about it. The simple word is just another reminder of his position beneath them. His very submission credited not to him, but to Cupido. He’s sinking deeper. So much deeper. All he craves at this moment is to please them. “Oh Cupido, just look at him. Isn’t he the prettiest thing? Here- it’s your turn.” Tony gulps, not daring to look up at them yet. His heart is pounding in his chest. Is- Is his lover going to spill the rest of the wine? His fingers curl together and he takes a shaky breath. Gasps, when he sees his God’s feet moving closer until they’re right in front of him. “Look at me,” the young man’s voice demands and Tony’s head shoots up. Peter’s eyes are dark with lust and looking down at him so sweetly- he has to shift closer. Tony shuffles on his knees, resting his chin on the God’s leg. “Please, My Lord- Please.” “Oh do I love hearing you beg, caro mio , open your mouth.” Tony obeys easily, parting his lips while he keeps staring up at his lover. He stares how Peter tilts the bottle until the wine comes pouring out once more, this time clattering into his mouth. Tony tries, very, very hard to swallow it all. But it’s impossible. Impossible to keep up with. He drinks, gulps down as much as he can. Very aware of the fact the entirety of him is wet and sticky and sweet. He knows he can’t get truly drunk from the amount he manages to drink up but his body starts feeling slightly buzzy anyways. “That’s it,” Cupido coos, “-that’s it, amore.”

Soon, the bottle is completely empty. The soft, dripping sounds when the last droplets fall from Tony’s hair into the puddle of wine around him ringing in his ears. He feels so good. So incredibly good. Aphrodite beckons Cupido to come closer and they crouch in front of Tony together. All Tony can do is stare at their divine bodies. Smooth, strong, shiny and powerful. MJ’s fingers trace past Tony’s chest and Tony stares, eyes fixated on the way she then brings her hand in front of Cupido to let him taste. He watches how Cupido’s lips wrap around her fingers so nicely, sucking on them. Moaning.

“I think it’s time we show you our master bedroom,” Cupido whispers the moment her fingers slide out of his mouth. MJ stares at his sweet face, before she breaks out into a smile and nods. Somehow, the thought of being in their bedroom makes the whole situation a lot more intimate and real. She watches how Peter’s arms wrap themselves around Tony’s wine-soaked body and how he lifts the man easily. MJ nearly gasps. Peter is smaller than Tony, and yet- he carries him as if he doesn’t even feel anything. Spidey strength? The mere idea of Peter… Cupido being that strong does things to her. “Caro mio,” Peter whispers to the man, pressing a gentle peck on Tony’s chest, kissing the wine of him. “You are so beautiful. So perfect. We’re so pleased with you.” MJ smiles fondly at seeing her friends like this, at seeing Tony melt into his God's arms so sweetly. She follows after them.

Peter smiles when they walk into the bedroom. MJ’s close behind them. He loves this room. It’s spacious and big, yet the dim lights make the room feel so cozy. He walks towards the bed and moans when he spots the gaze in Tony’s eyes, lowering him into the silk sheets. He’s actually under now. So pliant. So sweet. So malleable. Ready to do anything they might want from him. “Cupido,” MJ whispers from behind him. Cupido eyes her curiously. “Aphrodite?” “I think it’s time for me to fulfill my promise to you.” Peter gulps at those words and he nods breathlessly. He is going to fuck her. He is going to be inside her. Inside a woman. Tony’s been describing it to him more than once and he’s so ready to find out what it feels like. To make their Goddess feel good. He stares intently when she lowers herself onto her back and without even realizing he’s doing it, he climbs onto the bed and hovers his body on top of hers. Their skin isn’t touching, but he can feel how warm she is. Hears her heart beating. As nervous as he was to eat her out this afternoon, he’s not nervous now. “Tell Aphrodite how beautiful she is, Tony,” Cupido growls as he moves one hand down, tracing her fingers through her wetness. She’s so slick, so fucking slick it has his mind spin with desire. Tony breathes in heavily before he speaks. “Aphrodite- you are divine- your hair, waves for your loyal servant to push his fingers through, skin glowing with warmth and lust, feeding my desires with endless pleasure-” Tony sighs, his voice hoarse and quiet. Peter takes this moment to trail his fingers up slightly, remember what Tony had taught him this afternoon. Be slow. Gentle. Don’t push but- MJ gasps out loud when Peter brushes past her sweet spot. Her legs dropping wider unconsciously while Tony continues his praise. “Your eyes carry the night sky, hiding infinity behind the stars. Your presence is humbling, dizzying. Like alcohol, you tear my defenses and aid me to give in to your gentle touch. Divine, Aphrodite, you are divine-” “Oh my god, Tony-” MJ murmurs and reaches out for the man, her fingers wrapping around Tony’s cock to stroke him ever so slowly. Tony actually whimpers at the touch and Peter moans seeing both of them expressing their pleasure. He feels so strangely satisfied.

“C-Cupido-” MJ moans and Peter’s eyes find the Goddess’ gaze staring at him hungrily. His face flushes when he knows what she’s going to ask him next. “Will you please take me?” “Don’t you want me to fini-” he breathes and casts his eyes down where his fingers are still rubbing against her. “Oh, I do. C’mere.” Peter swallows when he shuffles closer between her legs. His cock is throbbing and it twitches when he realizes he’s about to fuck her. Not just any woman. It’s MJ. Aphrodite. She’s so incredibly pretty and sweet and the way her mouth tugs into a little smile has his insides burn with lust. Tony’s cuddled up at her side, his lips parted where tiny huffs leave him with every stroke on his cock. MJ grins at him and lifts her legs up, resting her ankles on Peter’s shoulders. Their hips are so close. He twists his wrist slightly to have his thumb rub against her again, the touch earning him another moan. “Aphrodite, I- Can I?”

All it takes is one little nod. Peter groans, nearly stumbling forward when he grabs his own cock to guide himself inside her. He pushes in and- Peter squeezes his eyes shut when he feels her warm slickness surround him. “Oh my-” he chokes out when his hips sink down completely. It’s so easy . It’s so similar and yet so incredibly different to how Tony feels and- He can’t think anymore when she tilts her pelvis to make him slide in even deeper. “Give it to me, Cupid. Do not even think about holding back-” Aphrodite orders him and Peter nods, slowly pulling back only to slam back in. Pleasure shoots up his spine and he loses himself in a dizzying rhythm. MJ’s moans ringing in his ears, Tony staring at the both of them in awe. His free hand grabs around her upper leg to draw her in closer and he knows his fingers are digging into the soft flesh maybe a tad too harshly but her scent is increasing, her moans growing louder and when he tries to ask, she shuts him up with a rushed, “-don’t stop.”

So he doesn’t.

“F-feel so good, Aphrodite,” he whimpers and leans forward slightly. Her knees bending closer into her chest to give in to his weight. Where sometimes he’d have to get extra lube when fucking Tony, MJ only feels slicker around him with each thrust. He knows she’s getting closer to her high. Her moans are getting breathier, her legs trembling slightly where they still rest on his shoulders. He picks up his pace, his thumb flicking over her, playing with her clit. “Close, ‘m so close, don’t stop-don’t stop!” “I won’t. I’ll never stop, can’t stop even if I wanted to, can’t-” Cupido’s words are cut off by Aphrodite’s sweet cry. Her body tenses for a moment, and- oh god. Her insides squeeze around him, her entire body going slack. Peter grunts, rutting into her while she tightens again, and again, and again. She brings her hands down and gently moves his fingers away from her. “Need a sec,” she chuckles, the sound turning into another moan when Peter drives forward again. He wants to come, so badly. He’s getting so close so fast and he knows it’s probably too fast, but god- who can blame him. It’s his very first time like this and he just made MJ come around him and she just feels so good, and-

“I can’t wait to taste the two of you mixed together,” Tony mumbles, his voice shaky as MJ’s hand cups his balls, playing with them. “-it would be such an honor. Can I- please? Aphrodite can I please eat you out after he comes?” Cupido growls, inching forward even more, one of his hands creeping up towards the Goddess’ throat. His fingers curl around it and he can feel her fast pulse on his fingertips. Aphrodite gasps and the young God bites down his own lip harshly. The woman loves being choked, loves the pressure, the lack of oxygen for a moment. She’s explained it to him all this time ago and now he has her right here, so he squeezes ever so lightly, aware of his increased strength. “T-Tony, yes- Permission granted, I- Fuck. Cupido, show me just how strong you are, please. I can take more, I promise, I promise. I’ll tap you if it’s too much but-” Peter tightens his grips and the way MJ’s eyes flutter shut makes his dick stir with need. Just a few more thrusts- just a few more. Oh fuck- “I’m gonna-” Cupido manages to breathe out before he tips right over the edge. His body crashes forward, MJ gasping and pushing her hips up to take him all the way in where he spills inside her. His grip around her throat loosens up, his brain clouded and fuzzy in the best way possible. Slowly, his breathing comes back down to a more normal pace. He casts his eyes down, staring at MJ’s dazzling sweet smile. She pats the bed on her right, eyeing Tony mischievously. “Your turn, honey.”

Cupido nestles into her side and watches wide-eyed how Tony crawls between her legs needily. His lips capturing her clit expertly. Sucking, licking down more and more until he laps the God’s cum right out of her. It’s a fucking wonderful sight, Peter wants- “You’re still hard, Cupido-” Aphrodite whispers, moaning when Tony touches her just right. Peter grins. “Being Spider-Man has its advantages.” “Oh my… It’s going to be a long night, isn’t-” Aphrodite’s voice turns into a loud whimper when Tony grabs her hips tighter and Peter glances down, seeing how the man drags his tongue over her sweet spot again and again. “It is,” Cupido answers while gripping his own dick. “A long, long night. We’re going to wreck our sweet servant, hmm, Tony?” “We sure are,” Aphrodite chimes in.

Tony moans.

None of them know what time it is. Late, they guess. The moon is high in the sky and it’s been dark forever. Tony stares at the bodies of his deities; their sweaty skin glows a warm shade under the light of the torches and candles. His gods are spent. Cupido’s cock finally went soft after the fifth orgasm on that bed. Tony wouldn’t have an answer if he was asked how often Aphrodite came. This entire evening- or, well, the whole day- had been intense and now Cupido and Aphrodite are lazily making out while Tony tidies the room. “You get two orgasms today,” Aphrodite’s voice still lingers in his head. “No more. You get to choose when.”

Tony hasn’t come a second time yet. His cock aches and has turned a darker shade, veins throbbing to the beat of his heart. He didn’t want to come earlier. Not when his Cupido and his Aphrodite were still chasing their highs. He wanted - no, needed - their hunger to be sated first. To worship them, like he promised he would. His release was not important to him. But now, he can’t help but gently cup his shaft and press it flat onto his abdomen with his palm. He shivers and turns away, not wanting to bother his deities with his needs. They were done. Ready for sleep. And Tony couldn’t- “What do you think you’re doing?” Cupido’s voice is soft, yet stern. Tony shuffles where he stands and slightly ducks his head when he turns back to the bed, slowly. Aphrodite is leaning back on her elbows, head cocked, while Cupido sits up straight, one opened hand resting on Aphrodite’s chest. “I-” “What did I tell you about hiding your pleasure?” Tony’s lip quivers at his Cupido’s words and he lets go of his dick.

“Ouch,” Aphrodite chuckles at the sight. She moves to sit next to Peter, placing her hand on his inner thigh. “Say, you only came once today, didn’t you?” Tony nods, bowing his head. “Yes, my Lady.” “How many times did I say you could come?” “Twice, my Lady.” Before Cupido can jump in to make a comment about how he doesn’t agree with Tony holding back like this, Aphrodite coos and crawls off the bed to stand up. She leans into her hip and rolls her shoulders. Tony knows she must be sore from the thorough fucking, but she somehow manages to keep her composure. She’s still a goddess. “Such a good servant for waiting for us… Isn’t he, Cupido?” She looks back at Cupido, who seems slightly flustered. “He shouldn’t-” “Loyal,” Aphrodite interrupts and saunters over to Tony, cupping his cheek in her hand and smiling at him. “Perfect.” She then purses her lips and sucks at her teeth, letting go of him again. “Cupido is right, though…” Her fingers trail down his neck to his chest, circling around his nipples. “You shouldn’t hide.” She moves lower, drawing patterns on his skin with her index finger, but never touching Tony where he wants her to. “Your worship means nothing if we cannot give back. Your pleasure is a gift to us. Your offering. We crave your release as much as you do.” Tony swallows, but his mouth is dry. He stares down into Aphrodite’s eyes and can’t help but whimper.

Suddenly, Cupido is beside her, shifting Tony’s attention to him. “How would you like to come, caro mio?” Cupido creates goosebumps on Tony’s skin, simply by lightly caressing his arm. “You have given us all we could wish for. Let us give back.” Tony presses his lips on top of each other, flustered at the sudden attention he’s receiving from his gods. “Speak,” Aphrodite whispers, emphasizing the word by lightly tapping the head of Tony’s cock once, causing him to gasp and lean forward involuntarily. “Tell us your darkest desires.” Tony stares at their lips and licks his own, building the courage to say what he wants to say. “I- I would be honored if you-” His jaw twitches and he closes his mouth. “Yes…?” Cupido asks quietly. “If… If you would grant me the touch of your lips on my… On…” Oh, fuck, even just saying it has him throb. He’s not sure if he can even finish the sentence. “Say it, sweetness,” Aphrodite encourages him by pressing into his space a little further. “...On my cock.” Tony gasps when he finally gets it out.

Cupido grins wide. “Are you saying you want us to kneel for you?” Tony steps back, cheeks burning red and shaking his head. “No- no, I didn’t mean-” He finds his back pressed against the wall, his deities not letting him get away. He stares, eyes wide, at Cupido when he slowly gets down on his knees. “You’ve been the sweetest servant for weeks,” Cupido sighs, inching closer to Tony’s cock. Tony can feel his god’s warm breath on his shaft and he grasps at the wall behind him to hold himself up. “It is time I serve your pleasures.” Aphrodite smirks, her hands let go of Tony, only to push her fingers through Cupido’s curls as she also moves down to her knees. Tony could come from the mere sight of the very gods he worships, on their knees in front of him. He can barely believe this is happening. But it is, oh, it is.

Tony moans when Cupido kisses his shaft, causing it to twitch. It is finally getting the attention it has been craving for. Aphrodite joins in, tickling his balls with her tongue before licking a stripe up the shaft. It’s slow, so slow, oh, it hurts. But it feels so good. “Please- oh, god-” Tony couldn’t close his eyes if he tried. All he can do is watch and feel, how Aphrodite grips his thigh and squeezes into the skin. His cock is shining and wet from their saliva. He involuntarily bucks his hips when Cupido licks the precum off the tip, only to spread it over his cock by flattening his tongue on the shaft.

After a few minutes of absolutely delicious torture, Cupido kisses up Tony’s abdomen to his chest, swirling his tongue around the nipple before leaving long, wet kisses up and up and up until he reaches Tony’s neck. He nibbles the shell of Tony’s ear and uses his hand to caress Tony’s skin everywhere. Aphrodite takes full control over Tony’s cock and he moans obscenely when she wraps her lips around the shaft. She hollows her cheeks and presses her tongue up while expertly bobbing her head up and down and she’s heavenly. He only half notices how his knees give out and he feels Cupido’s strong arms wrap around him to keep him upright.

“So weak for us,” Cupido coos, kissing Tony’s jaw, suckling on it. Tony feels like he’s losing his mind. Or has he already lost it? “Yes,” he breathes out. “You’re the perfect servant, aren’t you?” “P… Perfect.” Tony can’t even make any coherent finishes through his pants and moans. “Aphrodite is taking your cock so well… Your goddess loves you- I love you.” Cupido’s voice is deep. True. Tony’s god forces him to look down into Aphrodite’s eyes, staring up at him with dark eyes. “Go on, then.” Cupido smiles against Tony’s skin and wiggles himself between Tony and the wall behind him. Their hips are at the same height, Cupido’s dick soft, pushing against the crack of his ass. “Take her head in your hands. Fuck her face, amore.” Tony only barely manages to place his hand on Aphrodite’s hair, gripping weakly. He’s being held up by Cupido. He couldn’t even push himself forward if he tried. “C-can’t-” “Oh, Tony,” Cupido says with a grin. “Let your god make it possible.” Cupido pushes his hips into Tony’s, making him push further into Aphrodite’s mouth. Tony moans when Aphrodite gags around him. Cupido starts a steady rhythm, helping Tony fuck Aphrodite’s face while whispering the filthiest things Tony’s ever heard. “P-please, so close-” Tony gasps for air, intertwining his fingers with Aphrodite’s hair even further. The goddess takes this as an invitation to speed up, as does Cupido. Tony can barely breathe anymore, short, loud whines fall from his lips with every push into Aphrodite’s mouth. Her hands pump along and play with his balls and the words Cupido says make his mind spin. “ Yes, ” he gasps. “Yes, yes, yes, oh, god, I’m-!”

Aphrodite takes everything Tony gives. Even though this last one was about Tony, they somehow still stuck with their dynamic. Tony’s body thrashes in Cupido’s hold, but his god holds him up with ease. The servant’s orgasm somehow washes over all of them. It’s rewarding. And though Tony is the only one who came this round, they can all feel his afterglow as his eyes roll back, completely giving in to Cupido’s hold. “Thank you,” Tony slurs. “Thank you, thank you-” His words fade, and his jaw slacks. He’s smiling, and so, his gods do too. Cupido lifts the fucked out body of his servant to carry him back to the bed and it’s not long before all three of them cuddle up and drift off.

It’s quiet and MJ smiles when she can hear the soft waves crashing on the shore far away. She shifts slightly and stares at both boys happily. They’re both fast asleep, their bodies completely spent and fucked-out after hours and hours of sweet lovemaking and pleasure. MJ is slowly falling asleep too. She drags her fingers through Peter’s curls on top of her chest and giggles when Tony’s arm around her waist twitches, she wonders what he’s dreaming about. He looks so peaceful and sweet like this. She nuzzles into his grip and closes her eyes.

Aphrodite. She’s Aphrodite.

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