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strangermerrick · 1 year

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hands to yourself, harrington! [steve h.]

🖤 A/N: Thank you so much for the love you showed my Billy fic! I hadn't realized how much fun I would have by posting my work, so thank you for giving me the outlet to do so! I hope you all enjoy this one as well! 😋

🖤 Warnings: suggestive language, Steve's tight ass, complete fluff!

🖤 Summary: “i’m putting a ring on it tomorrow,” he announces, throwing his hands in the air as he finishes off the garlic bread. “it’s so good.”

🖤 Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

the pasta sauce simmered on the stovetop and you were hurriedly trying to grab the garlic bread out of the oven without burning your fingers on the aluminum pan.

“ow, ow, ouch!” you yelp as you let go at the last second, listening to the pan crash against the stove. sucking in a quick breath, you wipe your hands on the floral-printed dish towel and rubbed your face.

today was friday. every friday, you and your boyfriend steve had date night. most nights, it consisted of you two going out to the movies and grabbing a bite to eat at one of the diners, maybe even sharing a milkshake which steve practically begged for the cherries from.

those were always fun because they normally ended with you two curled up in your bed together, gazing at one another like two hopeless teenagers in love who were against the world in every aspect.

and maybe that was true. maybe that’s how it was. whichever fairytale you made yourself believe, it didn’t take away from the fact that date nights with your steve were your favorite.

but tonight you insisted on something different, something more intimate. you wanted to cook your boyfriend a meal and spend the night in together. essentially, you wanted to skip the movie and diner, and combine it with dinner at home. you had plenty of vhs tapes to go through of movies you two had seen numerous times before with risky business being the top choice. steve loved to make you laugh when he stripped to his underwear and button down, put his sunglasses on, and danced to old time rock n roll as he slid over your floors, nearly crashing into something nearby.

“honey! i’m homeeeee!” steve’s sweet voice calls out. your front door swings open and your heart races in your chest.

you quickly grabbed the wooden spoon and stirred your red sauce as the pasta began to boil on the back burner.

“in the kitchen, stevie!” you call out.

moments later, you’re met with his familiar face. dark brown hair that was always flowing and pushed back framed his face, and black sunglasses hung on the inside of his white tee. pretty brown eyes danced through yours and across the stove to where the food was, his eyes illuminating when he saw bread.

“all this for me, baby?” steve laughs as he walks over and picks up a very hot piece of garlic bread. “ow! shit!” he hisses, shaking his fingers and bringing them to his lips where he sucked before replacing his reddening digit with the garlic bread. “oh, that’s the good stuff.”

swatting his shoulder, you roll your eyes. “that’s supposed to be for dinner.” you scold him.

“but i haven’t eaten anything. i was waiting all day for this.” he playfully argues, a hand wrapping around your waist. he kisses your neck after swallowing and takes another bite out of the bread. “bread tastes awesome,”

rolling your eyes again, you look over your shoulder at him. “well, since you’re munching early on the bread, do you mind tasting this?” you point your head down at the sauce.

“what kind of man would i be if i said no?” he chuckles, resting his hand on the edge of the counter and leaning back.

a soft smile finds your face as you dip the spoon into the pan and bring it to his lips. steve’s eyes sparkle in yours and he opens his mouth, keeping his gaze firmly held on your face. accepting the sauce into his mouth, you waited patiently for any sort of sign that it tasted good.

the way his eyes rolled into the back of his head confirmed your thoughts. a sigh of relief escapes you as steve wags his finger, asking for more.

“please?” he ensures to add. nodding your head, you spoon-feed him another bite and this time he moans. “damn,” he groans.

“that good?” you laugh.

“i’m putting a ring on it tomorrow,” he announces, throwing his hands in the air as he finishes off the garlic bread. “it’s so good.”

you laugh and feel him wrap his arms around you from behind, nuzzling his nose into the back of your neck. you can’t help but feel right at home when he holds your waist and lays gentle kisses over your soft skin. “if the date continues to go this well, i may have to try my hand next week with dinner at my place.”

you gasp, staring at him as you turn the stove off and prepare to drain your pasta.

“steve harrington cooks for me? am i dreaming?”

steve watches you break away from his hold and carry the piping hot of boiling water to the stove where you pour the pasta into the metal colander.

“think i can’t?” he tempts you as he sways back and forth to the ABBA song playing on your stereo. jonathan had very so kindly made a mixtape with just their music since he knew they were your favorite group. waterloo fills the kitchen and steve dances awkwardly in time, but enough to have you laughing.

“i never said that, sweetheart.” you shoot him a wink. “now move that tight little ass, i don’t want to burn you.” you shoo him away from the pot.

steve’s eyes widen. “so you do think my ass is tight?” he checks behind himself.

scoffing, you pour the angel hair pasta into the pot and begin to stir. “hand me the cheese from over there, babe?” you point to the bowl filled with parmesan. steve hands it to you kindly and steals another kiss from the corner of your mouth.

“my ass?” steve chuckles, attempting to steal another piece of bread, but this time you swat his hand.

“hands to yourself, harrington!” you wag your finger in his face. “fill up on bread and you won’t have room for dessert. and yes, your ass is tight. i mean you can’t help but stare when you wear those.” you point to the blue jeans clinging to his lower half.

steve trails his eyes below and stifles a laugh. but then he remembered. dessert.

“what’s on the dessert menu?” he asks, dropping his voice an octave. his flirtatious nature kicks itself into its highest gear as he leans seductively against the countertop.

“ice cream,” you don’t tear your eyes from him. “brownies are in the oven too.”

“oh.” steve exhales.

you couldn’t help but smile, biting your lip. “annnnnnnd me… only if you’re good.”

steve sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. “good? do you remember who you’re talking to, baby?” he slips his hands around your hips and pulls you forward, tearing you away from the almost finished dish.

gasping, a laugh cuts through the air as you focus on his lips. “i do,” you nod your head.

steve smirks and leans down, tucking his fingertips underneath your chin and tilting your head back so he can observe you. “you’re so pretty.” he says through a breathy sigh.

wrapping your arms securely around his waist, you lean up and kiss him tenderly. steve melts against your mouth the moment your lips touch, and your mind suddenly forgoes the thought of food. the only source of nutrition you needed was standing right here in front of you wearing those tight little skinnies with his perfect brown hair and his warm touch that would have you mesmerized for days.

“stevie,” you whine his nickname. you did want to finish this date. “d-dinner,” you gasp as his mouth falls to your neck. he quickly kisses over the sweet spot on your throat, his tongue darting out to wet the muscle of your neck as his teeth gently bite into the flesh, not too hard, but enough to feel you jump against him.

“but dessert sounded so good,” he whispers, however, he knows you spent a lot of time preparing this. so he willingly pulls back but not without pressing his tongue to yours for one more deep kiss that has your head spinning. “i’ll be good.” he promises, throwing his hands up as a means of waving his white flag of surrender.

smiling harder, you turn your eyes back to the pasta that was currently soaking up the sauce.

“grab us a drink from the fridge while i plate everything up?” you ask sweetly.

“of course, baby.” steve grins, shooting you a wink and walks to the fridge.

friday nights spent inside the house would soon become your favorite date nights with steve harrington.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x female!reader #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader

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munsonsamoureuse · 2 years

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the good die young, but heros never die?

Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Word Count: 1187

POV: You’re at home when Eddie brings home a friend.

Clad only in some shorts and your boyfriend's hellfire club tee shirt, you sat in the kitchen with a cup of tea waiting for said lover-boy to return home.

Eddie Munson was the love of your life, you two had dated since middle school and stayed together even as he got held back one or twice, and you wouldn't change him for the world.

The rattling of the door alerted you to your boyfriend's arrival.

“Honey I'm Homeeeee!” Eddie's voice carried through the door as it swung open.

“and I brought a VERY special guest!” He sang as he let Chrissy Cunningham in the door before running over to kiss you on the cheek.

“Chrissy! How have you been, baby!!” Your eyes light up as you hug the petite girl, still clad in her cheer uniform as always. You doted on her a bit as Eddie ran off to dig up the goods for Chrissy.

“I’ve been better, Eddie said you’d be here though and I wanted to get something from him so I couldn't say no to coming over.” She shyly replied while looking around the room.

Chrissy Cunningham was the last person you'd expect to be buying from Eddie, love him to death, but you were in no place to judge, we all have our vices and Chrissy was a sweetheart nonetheless. Chrissy was only two or three years younger than you but you had known her almost her whole life.

Your families had been neighbors growing up and had attended some of school together for almost your whole life. You had spent plenty of time together outside of school as well even though you both came from different ‘cliques’ as your moms were good friends. Shopping and getting your nails done together, hell she had even helped you pick out your senior prom dress.

“Well babe if you ever need someone to talk to I’m almost always here, maybe we could go get our nails done or something?” You smiled as she nodded enthusiastically, already saying how she wanted to get her nails done red because of something her boyfriend said last time.

Chrissy had always had problems at home and to you her mother did always seem like the overbearing type anyway. Chrissy had confided in you a few times over your friendship, though the girl bottled up her feelings too much for your liking, so you tried to always play older sister for her as much as you could. With college you had been away from home too much or trying to spend as much time with Eddie the last few years so you hopped maybe with some girl time she'd open back up again.

“Alright, let me go check where Eddie boys at with the good, god knows whats taking him so long.” You smiled as the girl nodded and walked back to Eddie’s room to check on him.

You saw Eddie pull a baggie of white pills out from God knows where honestly and frowned a bit.

“Ed” you whispered “Did she ask for these? Are you sure you should be giving Chrissy anything more than the weed, I mean it's Chrissy baby.” you say folding your arms over your chest as you stare at the bag in his hands. A joint or two sometimes was one thing but this seemed out of charter.

“I mean she seems to be going through it babe and she asked me for something a little stronger.” Eddie replied. “These are light in comparison to anything else I could get her and I have them on hand, they will just help her relax. Maybe we can talk to her and see what's up. She was saying some crazy fucking shit in the woods today babe.” Eddie said and he pulled you into a short lived hug.

“You two spending some time together might be a good thing too, you need some girl time from hanging out with me at the boys all fucking day. Plus I know how much you've missed her since you started college.” You laughed as Eddie led you back out to the living room again.

“Here we are- Chrissy?” Both of your hearts dropped at the sight before you. Running over Chrissy you grabbed either side of her face and examined her.

Chrissy’s eyes were rolled back in her head as she stood frozen, almost as if she was possessed. Your heart beat sped up as you shook the girls shoulders, trying you best not to panic.

“Chrissy!! Chrissy Wake Up!!!” Eddie yelled as he snapped his fingers in front of her face.

“Chrissy baby, are you okay, can you say anything?” your frantic voice cracked as you tried to get the girl's attention. You felt like you could puke right then and there.

“Chrissy I don't LIKE THIS!! Chrissy Wake UPP.” Eddie’s voice stressed further as you both tried to wake the girl when suddenly her entire body levitated off the ground and hit the trailer ceiling.

Both you and Eddie hit the ground screaming. Eddie grabbed your body and dragged you backwards trying to shield you from whatever was doing this to Chrissy.

Both you and Eddie screamed as every bone in Chrissy’s body snapped, her fingers curling in on themselves and her jaw snapping. You were definitely gonna puke now, you could feel your body jump with every snap of the poor girl's body.

Eddie dragged you towards the door as Chrissy’s lifeless body hit the floor with a heart dropping thud, both of you still absolutely terrified by the sight in front of you.

Eddie swept you up, still screaming, and practically threw you in the passenger side of his van while tears streamed down your face. You were extremely nauseous at this point. You felt like the whole world was spinning as you tried to process what just happened while Eddie hopped in the driver seat and started the van.

“Chri- Chrissy. Chrissy.” Your voice shuddered as your body trembled.”She. She just, she just fucking. Oh my god.” You couldn't even think of words to describe what just happened to your childhood friend.

“What the Fuck. What the Fuck was that. What the fuck just happend.” Eddie’s voice shook as he tore out of the trailer park, driving god knows where.

You sat shell shocked as the sight replayed in your head over and over again. Memories of Chrissy and you growing up together flashed through your mind. All the times you've hung out with her or seen her around school. She was dead. Not only dead but god.

“We're going to Rick’s. I can’t go home. God what if they think we had something to do with that. Babe this is fucked.” Eddie’s voice shook. The car fell into silence. Chrissy’s lifeless body flashed before his eyes.

As you both sat reliving the traumatic events that just happened Eddie reached over and took your hand. You leaned into his shoulder as you silently cried over the loss of your dear friend.

Both your worlds had been turned upside down.

AUTHORS NOTE:

Just a little Eddie Fic I thought of the other day. Hope you guys enjoy.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson my beloved

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crossover-enthusiast · 7 months

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Jehrjeje(his catch-phrase I believe is "Keep it cool, Keiichi Maebara!" I think, since he usually says it to himself)

This, on the other hand, is Rena Ryuugu.

Rena is 13 years old, and just transferred to Hinamizawa like a year ago. She is a bubbly and goofy girl who has a lot of habits. Such as repeating the last part of her sentence(like "I wonder why? Why?" or something like that), saying "I wonder" a lot, etc. Her catch-phrases are "Hauuuuu!"(I think it's like her way or saying "Awww!" or something, but she usually makes that sound when she's happy or finds something cute) or "I wanna take it/him/her/them home!"(usually said when she finds something cute). She has a intense fondness for cute things, and even has a collection of them at her house. But anytime she finds someone cute and someone is being mean to said person, she will usually hug them while either going "Hauuu!" or "I wanna take you home!"/"I'm gonna take them home!" And will proceed to literally punch said person who was mean to them.

Rena, however, is a little depressed deep down. Not to mention, her high-pitched voice isn't even her real voice. And typically, she usually acts the way she does to distance herself from who she used to be(or I think anyway). And she likes to be called Rena because her real name "Reina" brings her bad memories unless it's her father or one of her relatives calling her that. She is also very protective when it comes to her father, and she even walks around with a hatchet sometimes(though it's normal when it comes to her since Hinamizawa is a countryside type place and most people would need to use a hatchet eventually).

Her friends often usually have to stop her from "taking somebody home"(which involves her either grabbing or hugging them while screaming "I'M GONNA TAKE THEM HOMEEEEE!"), or when they're in a playful completion against eachother, they usually use her incredible fondness for all things cute as an advantage. She also mispronounces "cute" as "kyute" a lot(I believe in Japanese, she pronounces "Kawaii" as "Kaii" instead).

Pff, what a dorky catchphrase /positive

Wait holy shit she's adorable?? Poor baby who hurt you

Also wow given what I've heard about Higurashi (and your AU) I didn't expect there to be a lot of... comedic elements? Like the catchphrases and Rena's "i'M GONNA TAKE THEM HOME!!" running gag, neat

#Higurashi #Sunny Tag

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klahadores · 8 months

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Heyooo anon here! I got around to rewatching this weeks dw ep and I’m going bonkers!! Unironically think it’s one of my favorite episodes to date. The scene with BJ and Rosemary at the end was horrifying like ew ew ew get away from her!!! Jim better figure out how to extort BJ for every cent he can get, steal his house to give back to Rosemary, and then beat his ass for good measure imo. There is something so wrong with that man at a cellular level. Seeing Bern taking charge to save Joe was great, Gordo really had the audacity to tell HER that he lost a “good man,” like that’s her Dad we’re talking about!! Take three steps back!!! (Shoutout to his comment about the pancakes tho that was funny). On the topic of Joe and Colton, HOLY SHIT. I’ll try to not go on too long about this at risk of sounding crazy but. That entire march was insane. Watching Joe absolutely dog walk the killer was hot I mean wild like they had the guy tied up at the neck and getting yanked to the ground or kicked in the head or choked out every 5 seconds. 11/10. The actual fights were so good too like the two of them screaming in agony rolling in the dirt? Chilling. Show-stopping. etc etc. Zahn was actually incredible here like he’s always been really good but this episode he was on a whole other level. He didn’t say too much the whole march but you can tell every single thing he’s feeling by his eyes and the snarl on his face alone. And the stare down at the end of episode was so good I could practically feel the resentment radiating off Joe. No one is doing it like him!!

Also I was reading an article about the season and the writer made an interesting comment?

“Watching this week's penultimate Season 2

episode, you're bound to do a double take

upon learning a very surprising fact about

Manuelito's romantic past. (Seriously, there

is no preparing for it.)”

Like double take? No preparing for it??

OMG HIIIII 🥳🙌🏽 i was starting to wonder where you went like I was looking over at both inboxes and being like my dark winds anon…..🚶🏽‍♀️

okayyyy that ending was BRAZY get your hands off her or I’ll eat the rest of your steak -_- like it’s making my head spin that we only have so few episodes left and it’s making me want to do zoomies in the backyard. if we get to see jim give a good beat down on some white guy, I would call this season a success even though this season has already blown my eyebrows clean off. NEVER underestimate a girl and her father figure like gordo just wouldn’t understand 🙄 but I will give him extra points for being a funny bitch !!

there’s just something about dragging your oppressor through the desert on a leash is soooo satisfying like I’m sooooo sorry for him having a broken arm and probably a concussion but joe having blood over his face and being absolutely consumed by his emotions is soooo scrumptious. they really stepped up this season like its almost cathartic to see these characters release their rage AS THEY SHOULD!! this season has really set the stage for all the actors to bring their A game and they EXCEL at it. if nobody is nominated for any award, oh, the academy will be hearing from me personally.

oh anon, we are really in it now….what is going onnnnn is anyone ready to go homeeeee omfgggg I’m so scared but excited and intrigued it’s only going to be buckwild from here on out huh

#ask #I am once again asking everyone to watch dark winds my best friend dark winds #long post

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harryfeatgaga · 2 years

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ok this is kind of a niche concept but i was just thinking and 😔 I get rlly anxious being away from home like sleeping over at friends houses or staying in hotels and can you imagine how good harry would be about that 😔 like he asks if you want to stay over at his house and you've been avoiding it by having him come to yours instead but then he says "we can stay at mine sometimes if you want, I feel a bit bad for intruding all the time" and you're like no you silly goose you're not intruding i love having you here and and he lets go of it for a while but then he asks again not trying to pressure you but maybe you go out for dinner one night and it's getting really late and he's like "my place is closer do you want to just crash there?" and he sees how nervous you look so he quickly says "it's not a problem if you don't want to, just thought it might be easier, but I can bring you home-" and you finally decide to tell him why you never stay at his place. and you're kind of embarrassed explaining that it makes you too anxious when you're not at home but he would be so sweet 😔saying it's not a problem at all and he's not offended in any way bc he gets how it can be scary when you're in a new place 😔 and then you say "I do want to stay at your place sometime, it just makes me kind of nervous so maybe not tonight" and he's reassuring you that it's totally fine and he'll do whatever you want 😔 so then one night you're cuddling in your bed and you say "do you think maybe we could stay at your house tomorrow?" and he's so happy that you feel safe enough with him to do that 😔 and he says "of course we can, we can do whatever you feel like" and holds you closer 😔and then the next morning he leaves bc he says he has to get the house ready for you even though you're like "you don't have to do anything it's fine" but he says "nope 😌 gotta make the place pretty for my girl" and then he gives you a kiss on the forehead and leaves 😔 and then he texts you around 6 and says "want some supper? or do you want to come over later? up to you" and ofc some kissy emojis bc you've harassed him enough to make him start using them 😌 and you end up bringing some takeout to his house and when you get there he's playing one of your favorite songs and you look around and realize he's done a whole bunch of little things to make you feel more comfortable 😔😔 like he got a little nightlight for the hallway bc he knows you don't like walking to the bathroom in the dark and he got some of your favorite snacks and drinks 😔 and he has extra blankets on the couches and bed so you can have one wrapped around you to make you feel safe 😔 and he lets you know that if you're not feeling it anymore he will take you home right away and he says a bunch of times that it won't make him feel bad and he wants you to be comfortable with him and at his house 😔 idk this got really long but i just feel like he would be amazing 😔

PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE THIS IS SO FUCKING SOFTTTTT I DONT EVEN HAVE ANYTHING TO ADD BUT I KNOW HIS HOUSE WOULD FEEL SO AT HOMEEEEE WAAAAAAA 😔😔😔😔😔

#harry concept

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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years

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Midnight Kisses - Dick Grayson x Reader

Words: 1.3k

Requested? Yes! From the lovely @subtleappreciation and @geekandnerdworld

“Hiiii! May I request a 6 with Dick please?” and “Hey. How are you doing during this major historic moment (which nobody asked for)? Could you please write a fic with Dick from the prompts 1, 6, 12 and 29. Thanks.” (1. pick me, choose me, love me 6. you can’t kiss me all day 12. alcohol does not solve all you proble- 29. dumbass are you drunk??? )

LINK TO PROMPTS -> REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

I LOVE THESE my boi Dick needs some love ;))) Thank you for the wonderful requests and I am doing alright in these wild times thank you for asking. I hope you don’t mind that I combined your requests : ) I hope you enjoy!

A Friday night meant board games and spooning, it was all you looked forward to during the week, texting your boyfriend how much you missed him and couldn’t wait to hangout during your weekends together. That was the way your life had been working, Dick was busy saving lives at night and working during the day and you were working during the day and studying at night - but both of you always cleared your Friday nights and most weekends for each other. It was a small tradition but it was reliable and showed that every week there was room in your life for Dick, and room in his for you.

Sending a quick text then heading over to his apartment. On the way over you got a call from one of Dick’s younger brother, Tim.

“Heyyyyy Y/N so, Dick got in a teensy tiny little fight with Bruce because long story short Damian tried to stab someone and they both wanted to reprimand him differently and it was a whole thing and Dick looked pretty upset when he stormed out so just a warning I know it’s your Friday night date thing”

“How did Damian get a swor- nevermind I know how. Alright, thank you for the warning Timmy I’ll be sure to be extra nice, tell Bruce he’s wrong I don’t even have to know the argument and tell Damian he and I get to have a talk”

“Will do, you’re a lifesaver Y/N!”

And the call ended as you started the walk up three stories of stairs to get to Dick’s apartment. Cursing yourself for falling for a Batboy who enters rooms using grappling hooks to dive through windows and not doors like regular humans you groaned up the stairs, not even stopping to knock you threw open the door. “Honey I’m homeeeee” you called with a giggle, scanning the kitchen and living room for your lovely boyfriend.

You heard a groan coming from his bedroom and the first sight you saw was Dick lying on his bed his lips sealed around a bottle of wine, the bottle was glugging as he swallowed drink after drink, his eyes half closed, nostrils flaring as he took deep breaths between chugs. “Oh Dick what are you doing?” you rushed to his side, pulling the bottle out of his mouth with a ‘pop!’ the red liquid spilling on him before you could turn the bottle right side up.

“Nowo Eiiim Nooot!” Dick’s slur was terrible, as much as he could pretend, he was a lightweight and you assumed the bottle of wine was not his first drink that night. Shaking his shoulder you chastisted him “Dick you dumbass are you drunk?” he smiled lazily, pulling you into his embrace. Placing sloppy kisses along your jaw he hummed as you ruffled his hair. “Rough day, more kisses” he mumbled, leaning into you as you lightly ran your fingers through his hair. “Baby talk to me, Tim called and told me a little” you whispered through his never ending kisses.

“Today is stupid. First off Dami tried to turn a kid into a skewer then Bruce thinks he should ground him! Like obviously there has to be a punishment because Damian but also we need to talk to him and explain why that’s not okay and give him alternative ways to use his anger!” Dick was exasperated, waving his hands in the air. You loved the way he looked after Damian, and after being with Dick for so long you loved Damian too, you’d been adopted into a weird half family and gained three lifelong brothers and the love of your life.

“You’re right Dick, and you’re allowed to be frustrated, but drinking can’t solve all your proble-” Dick stopped you with a long, passionate, kiss. Pulling away you shook your head at him. “You can’t just kiss me all day you drunk” Dick smirked. “Hmm I can and I will!” with one hand he pulled the covers over both of you and pulled you down under them with him. Laying down enveloped in sheets that smelled like Dick snuggled between your boyfriend’s (massive) arms was perfect. You were cupping his face in your hands, eyes boring into each others. “You’re really pretty” Dick whispered, his face just inches from yours. “Very kind of your love bird” you smiled into another kiss.

“Do you love me?” He caught you off guard, “Dickie of course I do! With my whole heart” you kissed his nose, but he still looked slightly upset. “That’s not what Wally said, he said you were using me for this gorgeous body!” Dick gestured to the grease stained shirt and loose sweatpants. “Yeah baby, real gorgeous” you winked. “You love me! No one else” he stated, opening one closed eye to check that you agreed. “You’ve gotta convince me, prove to me that you’re the best boyfriend ever!” you teased, bringing his lips onto yours again.

“Mhm okay, okay! I’ve got it” Dick squealed, springing up out of the bed. Running into his closet you sat up, giggling as he threw clothes backwards like a dramatic movie star. He came out in a black blazer that was very clearly inside out, and he stumbled towards the bed, taking both your hands in his. “My lovely Y/N, you’re the love of my life, so I beg you!” he cleared his throat, pretending to wipe away fake tears, “pick me, choose me, love me” then he gave you the cutest puppy dog eyes ever. “You win! Dear world I choose Richard Grayson as my one and only lover!” he cheered and dove back into bed with you.

“Why are you so goofy when you’re drunk” you teased Dick. With your favorite teasing grin he pulled the bottle of wine off of the side table shaking it mischievously “I drank, you drink, we drunk!” he pushed the bottle towards you making a hilarious face. “D do you really want me to be drinking with you?” he gave you a fake glare. “You drink or I do!” he said cheerfully as you took the bottle from him. “I could drink this, or we could do something else?” with two fingers you traced from his chest up to his cheek, pulling him in for a deep kiss. “Yes, this is what we should be doing!” you laughed, placing the bottle back down, taking a quick swig for courage.

“You know you’re my favorite person right angel?” Dick was drinking in the look of you in his arms. “I love you too Dickie” were the last words you said before he pulled the sheets over your head, completely focussing on you in every way for the rest of the night.

The morning after, you woke up wrapped up Dick’s arms while he snored louder than you thought was humanly possible. He was clutching you tightly to his chest, keeping you completely stuck to his side as he snored in your ear. Starting with a poke, it turned into more of a shove, and developed into a sort of cooing Dick awake. With a deep groan he squeezed you so tight you forgot what the ability to breath was before realizing you, his hands holding his head which you assumed would be pounding after last night’s endeavors.

Grabbing him some water and advil he was sitting up in bed, opening up his arms to cuddle you while he nursed a pounding head. The morning was slow, but serene and comfortable. You and Dick woke up slowly, after a shower and maybe a little throwing up, Dick was back to normal. “I’m gonna go talk to Damian now, wanna come?” Dick had gotten dressed and looked stressed. “Listen to you parent your baby brother and-or son? Absolutely.” you teased Dick, grabbing your purse.

“Have I ever told you you’re my favorite person in the entire world?” Dick quipped as he grabbed his keys.

“Uh yea, do you not remember anything from last night?” You teased.

“To be honest I really don’t”

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0pretty-setters-squad0 · 4 years

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Hugs (F) Kakashi x Iruka

Woot, time for my favorite Naruto ship of all time. I ship Kakashi and Iruka so fucking hard, it makes my heart happy. Now let's get on with the story. Also, I'm pretty sure that Iruka rly would give the best hugs tbh.

Kakashi POV "Are we almost homeeeee?" Naruto complains, walking next to me. "Yes, for the fourth time in the past three minutes, we are almost home," I sighed.

Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura, and I were all headed home from our mission to take Tazuna home. The mission was a success, in a way, but it was more stressful than expected. I just wanted to be home already. A few minutes passed as we walked toward the village. Sakura was always either watching Sasuke, or asking me a question about chakra. Naruto was pretty loud, rambling about what a great ninja he would be. Sasuke was silent the whole time, just walking with his hands in his pockets. I was reading as we walked, but my mind wasn't focused on the words in front of me. I was thinking about Iruka waiting for me back at home. Now, we weren't together or anything. I'm not even sure if his door swings that way. I wish we were together, though. He probably gives the best hugs after a long day. Or a long mission, like this one. I was pulled from my thoughts by Naruto yelling. "LOOK IT'S THE VILLAGE GATE! WE'RE HOME!" "Thank god," I whispered under my breath. After what seemed like forever to me, we made it to the gate, splitting up and each going our own ways. The first thing I had to do was to go to the hokage's office and give a mission report. That hopefully wouldn't take too long. After that, I could go and find Iruka. As expected, the mission report with the hokage didn't take too long. I was just walking out the door of the hokage's office when I felt someone run right into me. I looked down as I closed the door behind me to see who had run into me. When I saw who it was, my heart skipped a beat. Jesus, keep it cool, Kakashi, you idiot. I tried, but I couldn't help it, he always gave me butterflies. "Oh, hey Iruka, what are you doing here?" I asked smoothly. "I was actually looking for you," he rubbed the back of his neck, regaining his balance from when he stumbled. "Well, you found me," I gave him a kind smile, "What did you need?" "I was gonna ask how Naruto did on the mission, I was worried about him." "He did fine. He did overwork himself a little bit, but he was alright otherwise. No major injuries or anything like that. I'm not sure how he feels emotionally, he seemed a little shaken when two other ninja died." "Oh, I didn't realize the mission was such a high rank that someone would die," Iruka looked nervous. "Well, it wasn't supposed to be, but it ended up escalating pretty quickly. We ended up having to face Zabuza and a young boy he was working with, Haku. Both Zabuza and Haku died during our mission." Iruka seemed shocked when I mentioned Zabuza. "I'm sorry to hear that, Kakashi," Iruka looked kinda sad if I was being honest. I shrugged. "It's not your fault, no need to be sorry. Although, you could still make it up to me." "H-How?" Iruka seemed flustered. He always seemed flustered around me. I hated that. I wanted him to be comfortable enough around me to relax. "Come with me to get some ramen, I'm hungry from walking so far to get home." "Okay, sounds good," Iruka accepted my offer. The two of us walked to the ramen shop, Iruka telling me about the academy and what happened while I was away on the mission. We sat at the ramen place, and of course I used my speedy eating technique, so I finished a while before Iruka. Even though I was done eating, I obviously sat with Iruka, just pleasantly chatting as he ate his own food. As we finished, I pulled out my money to pay. "I got it," I told the brunette, paying for his food. "Kakashi, you didn't have to, let me pay you back," Iruka looked at me with those kind eyes. "No worries, I already paid for it, and I'm not letting you pay me back." We then walked out onto the street, beginning to stroll to the park. It was a beautiful day, and it was nice to be outside, but I was tired of the mission. "Iruka, I'm getting a little tired from the mission-" Iruka cut me off. "Oh of course, sorry to keep you so long," Iruka rubbed his neck sheepishly. "Let me finish," I spoke with a gentle smile and a chuckle, "I was going to say that I was gonna head home and ask if you wanted to come with and hang out there." Iruka seemed surprised by my offer. His cheeks grew a little pinker than normal. I have to admit, the thought of being alone with Iruka made my cheeks heat up to, but thank god for my mask covering it up. "Oh, well I don't want to be a bother." "You're never a bother, Iruka, it may be more of a bother if I had to just sit alone." "In that case, I'd like that." The walk to my home passed fairly quickly. As we arrived, I unlocked the door and held it open for Iruka to step in. Once we were both inside, we slipped off our shoes. After, we walked to my couch and sat down with a fair amount of space between us. My house wasn't decorated much, but it was alright. I had a black couch and a small matching chair, with a coffee table in the center of the room. The walls were bare, aside from the heather grey paint that covered them. As for the rest of the house, I had an island in the kitchen, with four stools that sat at it. My bedroom was probably the most furnished in the house, having my bed, a stand next to the bed, a small chair and a lamp that sat next to it. "You want a drink?" I questioned Iruka, moving from the couch and to the kitchen. "Sure. Water?" I grabbed two glasses and filled them with water, pulling out one of the island stools and sitting down on it. I slid one glass across the island to Iruka, who stayed standing, but leaned forward and supported himself on his elbows. "How's everything going at the academy?" "Good, but I have another energetic one this year." "Yeah? Which one is it now?" I chuckled. "Konohamaru," Iruka sighed, "You ever met him?" "I've definitely seen how energetic he is, if that's what you're asking. He looks up to Naruto, and they sure do make a pair, don't they?" "Yeah, they definitely do," Iruka let out a laugh. "Well, I'm glad things are going smoothly at the academy," I spoke, "What about with you? How are things?" "Same as always I guess," the shorter man shrugged. Iruka POV Why was he asking about me? I'm not that important. "How about you?" I asked the silver-haired ninja. "I guess everything is the same with me too," he breathed out a humorless laugh. "That good huh?" "I don't know, I guess I'm just a little down." "Care to share?" I asked him, concern evident on my face. "You don't wanna hear about my issues, Iruka." "Well, I asked didn't I?" I shot him a reassuring smile as I moved around the table to sit next to Kakashi. "It's stupid, makes me feel like a damn school girl." School girl? What in the world is he talking about? "I have a crush, of all things. I think it's more than a crush, too, and I'm not sure what to do. I'm not sure if he even likes guys." HE? KAKASHI LIKES GUYS. Calm down, Iruka, just because he likes guys does not mean he likes you. "Well, I'm sure he likes you too. The only thing you could do is tell him, you know." "So you think I should tell him? What if he thinks it's weird?" "I'm sure if he's a good guy, he'll be fine if you have a crush. I mean, how many girls have had crushes on you over the years? Crushes are normal, Kakashi." "I told you I think it's more than that," Kakashi took a breath, "You know what? Fuck it, I'm just gonna tell him." Well, I hope he likes you as much as I do. I hope he treats you well. "I like you." "What?" I was taken aback by what Kakashi had said. "It's you, Iruka. You're the guy I like." "Me?" I couldn't believe it. A guy like Kakashi.... liked me. "Yes, you. God, I knew I shouldn't have said anything. You can go if you'd like, I don't want you to feel like you have to stay." He turned to stare at the glass of water in front of him, avoiding looking at me. He slowly stood, moving the glass to the sink and dumping it out. His hands were bracing against the edge of the counter as he let his head hang down, eyes locked on the faucet. "Kakashi," I spoke gently, gaining his attention. He was now facing me. I stood and wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him into a hug. I felt his arms lay on my shoulders, holding me even closer. Kakashi POV I was right. He does give the best hugs. They're warm and soft and he smells so good. "Does this mean you like me too? Or do you just feel bad?" My chin rested on the top of his head. "Of course it means I like you. You're a likeable guy," Iruka giggled shyly. "You're too nice to me, Iruka." As Iruka pulled away, I let my hand fall to his, intertwining our fingers. I began walking towards the couch again, letting myself fall onto it. Iruka came down with me, landing next to me. In one bold move, Iruka let himself scoot to sit on my lap, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, his head cuddling into my neck. "You comfy, there, Iruka?" I laughed. "Yes very much so," he giggled back. I reached up and grabbed one of his hands, bringing his fingers to the top of my mask. I guess I've wanted him to really see me since I liked him, I was just never sure how to tell him that. "Really?" he asked, his fingers slowly hooking into the fabric. "Really." I pulled his hand down, letting the mask go with it. "You're very handsome, Kakashi." Iruka complimented me. I blushed at the compliment, but I didn't have the mask to cover it this time. "Thank you, but you aren't bad yourself." "And I know you would never admit it, but you're very cute when you blush," he brought his hand up to the side of my face. "Iruka, can I say something that may sound stupid?" "Sure," he laughed. "I really want you to kiss me right now." Without another word, he leaned forward and allowed our lips to meet. Iruka's lips were even better than I could've imagined. They were soft and smooth. And the way they moved against my own was absolutely perfect. When he pulled away, I noticed his own blush had made an appearance. "I really wanted you to kiss me too," Iruka said quietly. "I'm glad, because I'm gonna want to do that a lot more now." He giggled. "Me too." He cuddled back into my neck and I let my arms wrap around him, holding him close. Despite the fact that we were still sitting up, the exhaustion from the mission made me fade into sleep, Iruka's gentle breathing lulling me there. I could get used to this when I come home from missions. Being in his arms made it all okay.

~fin~

My heart rly went UWU on this one didn't it? I don't even care, these two are the cutest ship and you guys can't convince me otherwise. Don't forget to do all the normal jazz. Like comment, blah blah blah. Well, love you guys! Until next chapter!! -Smutty-Chan

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camillemontespan · 4 years

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her one constant [part three: for safety] [drake the bodyguard AU]

Part Two if you want to catch up

A short series in which TRR canon is used but instead, Drake is MC’s bodyguard. The above edit is mine and I really liked it so I had to find another excuse to use it again!

@ibldw-main @jovialyouthmusic @katedrakeohd @moonlightgem7 @pug-bitch @princessleac1 @burnsoslow @notoriouscs @dcbbw @saivilo @rainbowsinthestorm @marshmallowsandfire @marshmallowsaremyfavorite @sirbeepsalot @gardeningourmet @emichelle

Thank you to everyone for reminding me of TRR canon scenes that I can use for this fic. @jovialyouthmusic reminded me of Lythikos and the meteor shower - I can’t believe I forgot about that. So, this chapter focuses on that.

Previously..

‘I’m here,’ Drake murmured, his voice cracking. ‘If you need to talk..’

Camille’s smile wobbled. ‘I know,’ she whispered. ‘You’re my one constant.’

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Drake woke up at 6am without needing an alarm. After a steaming hot shower and selecting his suit for the day, Drake was ready for work.

As usual, he stood in the foyer of Valtoria Manor, waiting for the Duchess to appear. Today was a big day for Camille; she was to visit the duchy of Lythikos for the weekend with the rest of court. Camille hadn’t been to Lythikos before and wasn’t yet prepared for what a weekend with Olivia Nevrakis would entail. Neither did Drake and as her bodyguard, he had to be with her all weekend. He was not looking forward to it; he didn’t like the look of Olivia. She tended to speak to Camille in patronising tones, often saying a bitchy comment. Drake had no time for arrogant nobles.

‘Morning, Drake.’

Drake started at the sound of Camille’s voice. He looked up to see her descending the staircase with a suitcase that seemed full to the brim. She was wearing a pink ski jacket with black thermal leggings. On her feet was a pair of wooly snow boots. She looked different; more youthful. Cute actually. The wooly hat that was placed on top of her head only added to the cute effect.

Drake gave her a smile. ‘Duchess.’

She stopped at the foot of the stairs and raised an eyebrow at him. ‘Call me Camille,’ she said.

Drake smirked and gestured for Camille to walk in front of him. Instead, she waited for him to walk too and she fell into step beside him.

‘I like your boots,’ he said, surprising himself and her. Camille looked up at him with her brown eyes sparkling and a warm smile lit up her face.

‘Thank you!’ she said. ‘But aren’t you going to be cold in your suit?’

Drake chuckled. ‘I’ve packed some layers.’

‘Good,’ she said, nodding her approval. ‘Can’t have you getting cold.’

‘Aww shucks, Camille, you worried I’m going to freeze my toes off?’ Drake teased, shooting her a wry smile.

‘Well someone’s got to look after you,’ Camille shot back, her voice also light and teasing. They had reached the car. The driver, Geoffrey, took her suitcase and placed it inside, letting Drake and Camille continue to joke with each other.

‘You’re not my mom,’ Drake said, opening her car door, ignoring Geoffrey who had his hand out to do it himself. Geoffrey shrugged, resigning himself to the fact that when Drake was around, he may as well just drive the car. The bodyguard did everything else.

‘If she is a typical Texas woman like I think she is, she would want her son to be kept on the straight and narrow,’ Camille protested, not giving up. ‘She would want you to be snug and wrapped up in treacherous Lythikos conditions! She’s not here so I’m going to look after you this weekend and that starts with making sure that you at least wear a hat.’

Drake let out a deep laugh, throwing his head back as he did so. He shut the door and walked to his side of the car, getting in. He turned to Camille after fastening his seat belt, ready to continue their teasing.

‘You know that I’m the one meant to be looking out for you, right?’ he asked her.

‘Sure, protecting me from Olivia Nevrakis,’ Camille said, shrugging. ‘But if I see you not wearing a wooly hat this weekend, I will..I…’

She trailed off.

Drake raised an eyebrow. ‘Yes?’

She gave him a triumphant and endearing grin. ‘I will call your mother!’

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Lythikos was freezing. As soon as Camille stepped out onto the snow, she let out a series of expletives that made Drake laugh as soon as she shouted them out. He had never heard her swear before but he found that he liked it.

‘Oh god, Drake, take me homeeeee..’ she groaned. ‘I need my fireplace, a blanket and a glass of whiskey right now..’

‘Jesus, Camille, don’t tempt me,’ Drake muttered, helping her with her suitcase. Geoffrey stayed in the car, knowing his job was done for the weekend.

Drake and Camille plodded through the thick snow, keeping their heads down as the wind struck snowflakes and hail into their faces. Camille’s suitcase was not built for this landscape; for one thing, it had wheels. She tried to drag it through the snow but to no avail; Drake grabbed it and carried it with one hand, desperate to reach indoors before they froze to death.

‘The things I do for you..’ he grumbled goodnaturedly.

They reached Lythikos Keep a few minutes later, their noses red and their eyes streaming with tears from the freezing temperatures. Olivia was standing at the door with her eyes narrowed and arms crossed. She was wearing a red sweater, black leather trousers and boots with a heel that could take Drake’s eye out.

‘Look what the cat dragged in,’ she droned in her obnoxious Lythikiosian accent. ‘The commoner.’

‘You. invited. me,’ Camille said bluntly, punctuating each pause between her words.

‘Only because Liam wanted me to,’ Olivia told her, rolling her eyes. ‘Come in before you die of frostbite.’

‘Charming,’ Drake muttered.

Olivia wrinkled her nose at him. ‘And you are?’

Drake was about to respond but was beaten by Camille, who pulled her hat off and raised her chin in defiance. Gone was the cute appearance. Now, she looked like a woman on the edge.

‘Drake,’ she said, her voice like ice. ‘My bodyguard.’

‘Not very polite to bring your bodyguard,’ Olivia said, her voice like silk. ‘Whatever do you think will happen to you this weekend?’

Drake smirked and interrupted Camille before she could deliver a scathing response. ‘I am to be by her side at all times,’ he said, keeping his voice even and strong. ‘It’s my duty to protect her, regardless of where we are and who we are with.’

Olivia raised an eyebrow. ‘Fine,’ she said. ‘But you have to sleep in the servant’s quarters which is only appropriate-’

‘He gets a room near me,’ Camille interrupted. ‘Otherwise I’m leaving and Liam will certainly hear about how inhospitable Lythikos was to the new Duchess of Valtoria.’

Drake pressed his lips together, holding in laughter. Olivia looked like she wanted to hit Camille and was exercising all of her restraint not to.

‘Fine,’ she spat, finally. ‘The bodyguard can sleep next door to you. No funny business, mind.’

Drake raised an eyebrow. ‘Oh really?’ he asked, keeping his voice innocent. ‘Give my regards to Lou.’

Olivia’s face paled. Drake smirked and pushed past her to help Camille get inside.

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‘Who the hell is Lou?’ Camille hissed as they walked quickly up the stairs to their rooms.

‘Her bodyguard,’ Drake whispered. ‘They’re fucking.’

‘WHAT?!’

‘Shhhhh!’

Camille shook her head. ‘Oh my god, that’s unbelievable! Well, I never thought she would do something like that. Also, how do you know?’

Drake chuckled. ‘Lou told me.’

‘...Bodyguards gossip?’

Drake smirked, making Camille’s eyes widen. ‘Lou gossips,’ he corrected her. ‘I don’t. I’m professional at all times, trust me.’

A blush bloomed on Camille’s cheeks.

They reached Camille’s bedroom. Drake entered first, scouting the room for anything suspicious. Camille watched him curiously.

‘So, what are you looking for?’

‘Well,’ Drake said as he investigated the room, ‘windows without a lock, forced signs of entry, possible ways for intruders to get inside.. Anything that could make you vulnerable. But you’re fine, all clear.’

Camille edged into the room, warily, and looked up at the corners of the room. Drake frowned. ‘You alright?’ he asked.

‘Just making sure the room’s not bugged,’ Camille quipped, flashing him a mischievous smile. Drake chuckled, realising she was teasing him. He watched as she took off her ski jacket and he tried his best not to stare at how her cashmere grey sweater slid off one shoulder, exposing a delicate collarbone.

‘So, I’ll be in my room,’ he said. ‘I’ll leave you to unpack. According to your schedule, you’re meeting the rest of the group downstairs in thirty minutes for wine and cheese-’

‘Fancy..’ Camille muttered, clearly not impressed.

‘So I’ll be stationed in the dining room with Lou,’ Drake finished. ‘You need anything, let me know.’

Camille wrapped her arms around her body, as if she was trying to keep herself together. ‘Confidence? Bad assery?’ she said, giving him a weak smile. She let out a shaky breath. ‘Drake, I’m shitting this.’

He moved closer to her, his eyebrows furrowed together with concern. ‘Why?’ he asked. ‘What’s there to be nervous about?’

‘It’s Lythikos!’ Camille cried, throwing her hands up in the air. ‘I’m in Olivia’s domain! She hates me. God knows what she’ll do - she was so pissed when she found out Liam had proposed to me. And don’t get me started on Madeleine, that girl wants me dead, I swear-’

Drake grasped hold of her hands and held them tightly. His eyes bore into hers. ‘Camille, breathe,’ he instructed her firmly. ‘Calm down.’

Her hands were shaking. When she spoke, her voice was very small and quiet. ‘I just feel like the outcast,’ she whispered. ‘All the time. I’m a commoner pretending to be a Duchess-’

‘No you’re not.’

‘That’s what it feels like,’ she told him fiercely. ‘I feel like I’m masquerading as this noble woman, this woman who wears designer clothes, has a fancy house and acts more important than she is. But that’s not me. I feel like fraud. And here I am, in Lythikos with women who hate me, trying to be a noble woman like they are but everytime I’m near Olivia or Madeleine, I just feel like I don’t belong.’

Drake closed his eyes. He knew Camille had been having self-confidence issues for months; but he hadn’t realised it had gotten this bad for her. Why hadn’t she said something to him?

Because you’re her bodyguard. You’re not her friend or her boyfriend.

He ignored his internal thoughts. Time for a pep talk.

‘Camille,’ he said, opening his eyes to meet hers. ‘You are worthy of being in that room with them. Hell, you’re worth more than all the nobles of Cordonia put together. You are the best Duchess that Cordonia has seen in years; you care about the people, you make a difference. You are loved by the people and that is worth everything. Who cares what Olivia or Madeleine think of you? They’re just jealous. Fuck ‘em.’

‘But-’

‘You are incredible,’ Drake continued, ignoring her protests. ‘It astounds me that you don’t believe in yourself. You should. When you walk into the lion’s den in thirty minutes, you throw your shoulders back, hold your head high and be yourself. Because that’s all you need to do. You’re the Duchess of Valtoria, sure, but you’re also Camille Montespan. You told me one of your ancestors was a noble in France, right? Fucking own it.’

Camille was staring at Drake with wide eyes as he continued his tirade. He couldn’t stop. He had to make her realise how important she was.

‘You’re more blue blood than fucking Madeleine,’ he said. ‘So I won’t have you thinking they’re better than you because they’re not. They could try but they wouldn’t get very far, if I’m fucking honest. You belong in that room. Don’t let them make you feel small. If they make you feel even more shit, say the word and I’ll kill them.’

Camille stared at Drake in shocked silence. Drake cleared his throat, worried he had gone too far in his rage. But she had to know how amazing she was. She had to.

She reached out to squeeze his hand. 'Thank you, Drake,' she murmured.

Drake smiled weakly and made his excuses to leave. If he stayed any longer, every feeling he had about her would pour out of his mouth and she would know exactly how amazing he thought she was.

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That evening, the group convened downstairs to drink wine and eat cheese. Olivia had selected her best bottles from her wine cellar and wore a smug smile on her face as Liam complimented her selection.

Camille sat beside Hana, the two women happy to talk amongst themselves as they drank wine.

Maxwell didn't like wine but he tried his best.

Drake stood in the corner of the room beside Lou. As usual, Lou made inappropriate jokes about Camille, knowing it would bother Drake.

'She looks mighty fine in those jeans,' Lou said. 'Like two peaches.'

'Lou, shut the fuck up and do your job,' Drake muttered.

Lou smirked. 'Olivia's at home. She doesn't need me to be on duty 24/7.'

'That's the difference between me and you,' Drake replied, his voice cold. 'I take my job seriously.'

Lou shook his head but said nothing to defend himself. Drake watched as Camille sipped her wine, occasionally her eyes meeting his.

Olivia spotted this.

'So, Camille,' she said grandly. 'Tell me about why you acquired a bodyguard and why he is here this weekend like the lap dog he is.'

Camille clenched the stem of her wine glass. 'It's in his contract that he is always with me,' she explained frostily. 'Simple to understand, Olivia.'

'But you are here under my care,' Olivia said smoothly. 'You don't need a human shield to protect you.'

'Drake is more than that,' Camille said quickly. 'He's my friend -'

'Nobles don't have commoners as friends,' Olivia said. 'The sooner you learn that, the better. You are the Duchess of Valtoria. To forget your place in this world is to do Liam a disservice.'

'Liv, stop it,' Liam butted in. 'Just because she is a Duchess doesn't mean she can't be friends with who she wants.'

'I'm just saying, the media will associate Camille with who she spends time with,' Olivia said. 'How do you think it will look if she is constantly with her bodyguard? Like she is afraid and vulnerable. Gossip websites are already calling her a coward and that she doesn't trust Cordonia to look after her.'

Drake couldn't listen anymore.

He didn't want to be her weakness. He couldn't be her weakness. All he wanted was to help her be strong but even now, he was damaging her reputation.

He wrenched himself away from the wall and strode out of the room and through the French doors to get some fresh air outside.

For the first time in four months, he abandoned his post.

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Camille saw Drake leave before everyone else did. As soon as he left the room, she felt the cold air surround her and the feeling that she was adrift without a life raft to keep her afloat.

She pulled on her coat and scarf, rushing to follow him. Olivia rolled her eyes as she watched Camille run after the bodyguard. But Camille didn't care. She needed to talk to Drake and tell him not to pay attention to Olivia.

The snow and hail hit her as soon as she got outside. Bracing herself, she wrapped her arms tight around her body and strode purposefully through the snow, trying to find Drake in the dark.

She found him standing on top of a snow covered hill. He was looking down over the duchy of Lythikos with its small wooden houses lit up like stars.

'Drake,' she said softly.

He turned to face her. 'Go back inside, Duchess,' he said, his voice monotone. 'You'll catch a cold.'

Camille shook her head, moving towards him. 'No. Come back inside. You're not wearing a hat.'

A tiny, sad smile broke out on his forlorn face. Their little joke from earlier. When things were lighter.

'Don't listen to Olivia,' Camille said desperately. 'She talks shit. Don't let her make you feel small - you said that to me earlier and now I'm saying it to you. You're my friend and protector. You look after me in ways nobody else does.'

'I can't have people thinking you're weak,' Drake told her. 'I refuse to be the reason why people underestimate you.'

'People underestimate me because they're assholes!' Camille protested. 'Not because of you! Drake, you've helped me so much these past four months. You've helped me trust people again, you've helped me feel safer!'

Drake shook his head, turning to look away. Camille grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back to look down at her. As the wind caught at her hair, Drake could see the ferocity in her eyes.

'I was a mess when we met!' she shouted over the wind and snow. Tears were filling her eyes now.

'The assassination on Constantine made me a wreck. I was terrified to go back into that ballroom in case another situation like that happened! But you took over as my bodyguard and you took the time to make me feel secure. You are always there, loyal and steadfast. Seriously, Drake, I would be a shell of a woman if it wasn't for you. I would have upped and left to go back to my shitty life in New York but because of you, I keep going. You make me feel confident with your pep talks and reassurances. So don't you dare listen to Olivia again, you hear me?!-'

Drake pulled her into him and held her close as she sobbed. He didn't care that it was inappropriate to hold her tightly like this. She was crying and he didn't want her to cry because of him, ever. All he wanted was for her to be happy.

'It's alright,' he choked out, his fingers grasping her hair into knots. 'It's alright, Camille. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I walked out and left you there. I'm sorry.'

Camille's fists bunched his shirt that was now soaked from the cold and snow. She let out a whimper. Drake held her tighter.

She gently pulled away, rubbing her eyes harshly. She looked up at him.

'You need to buy yourself a hat,' she said, her voice cracking. 'You're definitely going to get a cold now.'

Drake chucked, relieved she was feeling a little better. He moved away from her and looked up at the sky.

'Hey, look,' he said softly. 'Meteor shower..'

And so, the two of them forgot their emotionally charged moment and settled down on the snow to watch the meteor above.

Camille leaned back. Her hand brushed Drake's. They both jumped.

'Sorry..' she whispered.

Drake smiled. 'No worries, Duchess.'

She nudged his shoulder with hers. 'Call me Camille.'

Drake smirked and nudged her shoulder back. 'Sorry Camille.'

They watched the meteor shower in wonder. Drake loved the outdoors from a childhood of camping and hiking with his father. Since Jackson had passed, Drake had been unable to share his love of the outdoors with anyone; it hadn’t felt right. Sort of like he was betraying his father. But right now, here he was, sharing this moment with Camille. He couldn’t help but feel that his father would be pleased.

‘I love looking up at the stars,’ Camille said softly. ‘It reminds me that really, we’re just a tiny speck of dust in the universe and in the grand scheme of things, nothing matters. It gives me perspective.’

Drake smiled. ‘I get that,’ he said. ‘Like, you realise that your place in society doesn’t really matter. Nothing you do has a big impact, not really, unless you’re a hero which most people aren’t. We’re insignificant.’

Camille laughed. ‘God, we’re so cynical.’

‘I am,’ Drake agreed. ‘But I’m surprised at you.’

Camille shrugged. ‘Maybe court has made me cynical. It’s certainly made me develop a thick skin. I’m different to who I was six months ago.’

Drake bit his lip. He turned to look at her, no longer focusing on the stars above. He was looking at Camille, a star in her own right. ‘Who were you six months ago?’ he asked gently.

She smiled to herself, still looking up at the sky. ‘A waitress who lived in a crappy apartment in New York,’ she said. ‘Naive. Tired. But happy.’

‘Are you not happy now?’

Camille wrenched her eyes away from the sky and looked at Drake. Her eyes softened when she found his gaze.

‘I’m happy now,’ she whispered.

Drake’s heart flipped.

They looked up at the sky, watching the meteors, but not really focusing. Instead, both of them were acutely aware of the other. How close their bodies were. How open they could be with each other. How their relationship was not typical of that of a bodyguard and his charge.

When they wandered back to the keep, Camille slipped on the snowy ground. Drake reached out to grab her, his instincts always on point. Their hands tightened around each other. As Camille stood up straighter, she didn't let go.

'For safety,' she said, giving him a nod.

Drake squeezed her hand, glad the cold air was a good excuse for the pink blush on his cheeks.

'For safety,' he repeated.

Together, they walked hand in hand back to the keep.

#drake walker #drake walker x mc #trr fanfic #the royal romance #drake x camille

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Searching For Forever ~ Part 6. (Peter Parker x Stark!FemReader)

Summary: When everything seems almost too perfect, your family is starting to fall to pieces. Your father chooses his path, and Steve chooses the opposite, and you’re in the middle of it all. Only confiding in your best friend who just so happens to be everyones favorite Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man, and the one you fall for.

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, mentions of blood

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When your dad came home that night, he was completely silent, he dropped the food on the kitchen island, and stormed off to his lab, Peter’s suit in his hand. You called Peter about thirty times, and no answer. He didn’t show up to school the next day and when he finally did, he didn’t talk to you. He barely even talked to Ned. So you found yourself sitting with Harry, and Betty’s friends. Which consisted of Jason who was always on the morning announcements with Betty, Cindy, and Abraham. And somehow you managed to drag MJ along, she didn’t really like it but as long as you were there she was fine to read, sketch, and sometimes even join in on the conversation.

You didn’t get the full story of what happened but you were able to piece it together. You knew Peter got his suit taken away, that much was obvious. It was even more so when your dad asked you to replace the tracker and put more locks on protocols. He told you about the ferry incident, but what you didn’t get from him you got from news outlets and twitter feed. Seeing Peter so… heartbroken and beat up over all of this broke your heart. You wanted to help, you tried to talk to him but everytime he just ignored you and even went as far as to tell you to shut up one time. So from then on you only gave him shy smiles when he glanced over at you, and sent a supportive message every once in awhile. You and Ned were still close, and he often told you about how Peter was doing, but only if you asked. You knew Ned was only trying to be there for Peter, and you were glad it was at least Ned if it wasn’t you.

When you first met Peter Parker, you were unsure how you felt about him. You met at school of course, and yeah he might have spilt orange juice all over your brand new converse but something inside you told you not to flip out on him. You didn’t know why, and you could never have known that he would be the cause of your first heartbreak, he would be your first love. You just saw him as some goofy kid, with a cute smile who tripped over his own two feet constantly. From then on everything you felt had been a confusing mess. And for the first time in your life, you were unsure how to feel about something. The way you felt about him was uncharted territory, then and now. Sure you had dated other people, but it didn’t even last a month or so until you left. Only having enough room in your heart for one other person, Peter Parker. That spot in your heart was reserved for him and only him. Sure, you ignored it as best as possible as the years went on, but you could only hide emotions like that for so long. For the first time in your life, you were finding yourself in a problem that you didn’t know how to solve…

Well of course you knew it was just a matter of if you wanted to solve it.

“(Y/N)? Hello?” Harry waved his hand in front of your face as you swallowed a fry and looked over at him.

“Personal space, Osborn.” You teased nudging his arm slightly.

“Well sorry I didn’t know asking you a question was invading your personal space.”

“Haha very funny. But what’s up?”

“Are you going to Homecoming?” He asked as Betty grinned and nodded eagerly, waiting for your answer.

“Uh… yeah I think so anyways. I just gotta figure out a dress situation but it shouldn’t be too hard.” You said with a nod as he grinned.

“Cool cool, well I guess uh… I’ll see you there then? Save me a dance will you?” He asked, standing up as the bell rang, a hand reaching down to you. You smiled and nodded, taking his hand in your own as he pulled you up.

“No promises, I’m a very busy girl. But we’ll see.” You teased with a small wink before walking off with MJ and Jason to art class.

“I gotta piss, don’t fuck up my painting.” You teased nudging MJ as you walked by her.

“Wouldn’t dream of it Stark.” She muttered, going back to her sketch.

You walked down the empty hallways letting your feet scrape against the polished floors, ignoring the small squeaks they were giving off. When you were about to round the corner you halted hearing Peter’s voice.

“Hey I thought you had calculus this period?” You raised a brow before hearing Liz speak up. You knew it was wrong to listen in, but hey no harm no foul.

You leaned a bit closer to hear what they were saying, and gulped hearing Peter’s next words.

Five simple words. Five fucking words, and you felt your heart shatter against your ribcage. Bringing a hand up to your mouth you felt a tear slide down your cheek before racing off, not even wanting to hear Liz’s answer.

“All harm, all foul.” You repeated the mantra in your head as you raced to the next closest bathroom and practically flung yourself into the stall. You let quiet sobs rack through your body as you leaned against the cool wall beside you. With a shaky hand you pulled out your phone and quickly typed a message to MJ.

You: Emergency. West corridor bathroom. NOW.

Once it sent, you sunk down against the wall and brought your knees into your chest, as tears fell from your cheek to the floor.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” You muttered resting your head on top of your kneecaps.

At first it was just a dumb rumor, and sure you were a bit nervous about it, but it was just a rumor. It didn’t mean anything at the time. But now, with blurred vision, shaky hands, and trouble breathing it was anything but a rumor. The boy, you so desperately, selfishly wanted for your own was giving up on you.

“Pumpkin? Are you almost done?! Pep and I want pictures!” Your father called as he knocked on your door. You fiddled with the ends of your dress and let out a shaky sigh. It was now homecoming night, and you were determined to have a good time. Natasha had curled your hair, and you pulled it back into a half up half down look, to go with your dress. You had a delicate looking maroon dress, it came to a stop just above your knees, the skirt was all red, as was the top but it had black lace covering it, and the red stopped at your shoulders, but the lace continued down to your wrists. You paired it with black heels, and some gold necklaces as well as diamond earrings. And you looked good. Your makeup was simple, a little bit of eyeshadow, mascara, concealer, but what pulled it all together was the killer highlight that made you glow.

“Yeah I’m good!” You called, grabbing your clutch with your phone, and lipgloss. When you opened your door, your father and Pepper turned around and both gasped before coming to hug you tightly.

Pictures were taken, and many hugs were given. As you chatted with the team, laughing at their jokes and mild attempts to threaten anyone who tried to flirt with you. The doorbell rang. You hugged everyone goodbye before your dad walked up from the front door, Harry in tow.

“Sweetheart, care to tell me why there is a boy here asking for you?”

“Harry!” You cheered and ran up to him giving him a short hug, before turning back to the group, Harry nervously shuffled behind you, all eyes on him.

“Everyone this is Harry, Harry this is the Avengers. He’s going with my friends and I. I’m guessing they sent you up huh?” You said turning towards him. He nodded with a soft chuckle before handing you the corsage.

“Okay we’re leaving now! Bye!” You called off to the team before leading Harry out of the house and to the car.

You felt absolutely gorgeous that night.

And maybe somewhere deep down you did it for yourself, MJ did tell you to mainly dress up for yourself - to feel better, or whatever bullshit she spewed at you while you were shopping for dresses.

“Why can’t we just stay homeeeee. I don’t even wanna go to that stupid dance anyway. I’d rather not watch Peter and Liz swap spit while I cry into some un-spiked punch.” You complained, MJ’s hand tugging yours into the shops.

“Because, you’re my best friend and I’m not gonna let you sulk over some idiot boy who you can’t even tell your feelings too.”

“You’re making it seem like it’s my fault Peter asked Liz to homecoming.” You suggested, crossing your arms over your chest as MJ began sorting through dress on the rack for you.

“Well yeah, cuz it is. I mean not directly. But if you told him how you felt we wouldn’t be in this shitty mess.” She remarked, quirking a brow in your direction. You flipped her off and walked up to the rack behind her.

“Okay but that doesn’t mean I should put myself in situations where I’m gonna end up crying anyways.”

“No, but if you walk in there looking hot as hell he won’t know what hit him.” She added with a wink tossing you dresses and ushering you into the changing rooms.

And boy did you look damn good. You walked, a slow strut into the gym with your small group, your arm looped through Harry’s as a small ‘fuck you’ to Peter. Of course you didn’t really mean it but hey, a little jealousy never hurt anyone.

“Oh! I love this song come on!” You cheered, placing your punch on the table and grabbing Betty’s hand, dragging her to the dance floor. You jumped around, swaying your arms and body to the music, grabbing Betty’s hands as you two spun around and laughed. As much as you didn’t want to come, you were so so glad you did.

“Harry! Jason! Come dance with us!” Betty called to the boys as they walked up to you. You grinned and grabbed Harry’s hands, beginning to dance around with him.

After about ten minutes, you could feel the sweat on your forehead. You huffed and waved them off, telling them you’d be back and walked over to where MJ, and Ned were with the rest of the group. You grabbed your cup muttering a small thank you to MJ before gulping half of it down.

Spacing out for a little bit, you jumped when Ned waved vigorously at the door and MJ gave someone the finger. Curiosity displayed on your face, you leaned over and saw Peter, the curiosity turning to annoyance. Scoffing, you rolled your eyes and turned around to face MJ completely.

“Where’s Liz? Isn’t she his date?” Cindy asked motioning towards Peter who was walking through the crowds of people. You shrugged and walked back up to the punch table, pouring yourself some more of the fruity drink.

A small gasp escaped your lips as you watched Peter race out of the gym.

“Fuckin’ hell Parker.” You muttered, slamming the cup down and walking back over to Ned. “Lets go!” You called, grabbing the collar of his suit jacket and running off the way Peter went.

Everything happened so fast, you were racing down the hallways with Ned one minute, and the next, Ned was shooting Peter’s webs at the shocker guy.

“Guys! The guy with the wings is Liz’s dad!” He cried, coming to a stop in front of you. “Call Mr. Stark and Happy Hogan tell them what’s going on!”

“Peter wait!” You called as he started to run off. “You’re gonna need this.” You said tossing him an earpiece and a tracker.

“Thanks… and for what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” He called, swinging away. You and Ned exchanged a shocked look before running back into the building. You and Ned raced off to the computer lab and you pulled up a chair beside him, watching as he quickly logged in and began to track Peter’s phone.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y pull up Spider-Man’s tracker, and keep me updated on movement.” You said as it was projected in front of you.

“Peter? Do you copy? Tell me what’s happening?” You yelped as Ned nudged you slightly in order to get you to quiet down. “F.R.I. put the comm on speaker so both Ned and I can work and listen.” You said swiping through your contacts and dialing Happy. You tossed the phone to Ned and took over with the tracking.

“He’s by the gamestop on jackson ave.”

“Where are the headlights on this thing? God- I’m in Flashes car!”

“You stole Flash’s car. Ha awesome.”

“No Ned not awesome! Peter can’t go to jail for this shit!” You cried before giving Peter directions on where to go. “Call Happy, hurry!” Ned nodded and dialed his number.

“Take off in five minutes! Who is this?”

“Mr. Happy it’s Ned!”

“Who?”

“Oh for god sake, Happy!”

“Kid?! What the hell, why aren’t you at the dance?”

“I am, just ugh look Peter-”

“Nope bye!” He said before hanging up. You groaned and rested your head on the desk.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“Well would you do that later?! Kinda need to find Vulture here!”

“Right right, okay uh… he stopped at an old industrial park in Brooklyn.” You said raising a brow at the computer. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. Call my father, tell him what’s going on.”

“Copy that boss.”

“Okay wait wait! He said he was going out of town?”

“Weird, oh we reached Happy and he doesn’t seem to like you very much.” Ned interrupted.

“He doesn’t like anyone.” You deadpanned, your eyes scanning over the computer screen as Vulture’s car stayed put.

“What did he say?” Peter shouted through the comm, as horns honked at him.

“Sounded like he was catching a flight, something about leaving in nine minutes.” You froze and shook your head frantically.

“Fuck fuck fuck! It’s moving day. F.R.I.D.A.Y. Call anyone! If they all don’t answer then get me mock sixteen.”

“Are you sure? It’s not ready yet and-”

“Just do it!” You yelled, slamming your hands down on the table.

“Why what’s this about?”

“He’s going to rob the plane!” You hissed pulling your phone out of your pocket and calling Happy.

“What’re you two doing here? There's a dance.” Your teachers voice sounded through the lab as the lights flicked on. You gulped and looked over at Ned.

“Uhhh… watching porn.” He said and you smacked your palm to your forehead, muttering out apologies as you both walked out of the computer lab.

“Okay listen, you go in and stall everyone. I’ll call you when I find Peter.” You yelled as you raced towards the front doors.

“Wait where are you going?!” He yelled, pushing open the doors. As if on cue one of the drones dropped a small box with the labeling ‘Stark Industries’ on it. You grinned and pulled out the watch, slipping it on your wrist. Ned watched on in amazement as you tapped it three times and a silver and purple suit slid across your body.

“To help the guy I love stop Vulture… Thrusters engage.” You said, and blue flames poured from the feet and hands as you began hovering, “Keep me updated on what’s going on here!” You called towards Ned, tossing him his own earpiece.

“I knew you were in love with Peter!” Ned cheered, raising his fist into the air and jogging back into the building.

“I’ll deal with him later… Watson?” You asked, as the suit whirred to life, taking off.

“Hello Miss Stark. Nice to finally be of service.”

“Skip the formalities for now, access Spider-Man’s tracker and set the suits coordinates to his location.” The suit flew up into the sky, moving as you dodged buildings and flocks of birds.

“Mr. Parker has crash landed on Coney Island beach. He seems like he could use some assistance.”

“No shit, just… fuck uh, switch half the suits power to thrusters and go!” You yelled bracing yourself as they engaged and sent you flying forward faster.

As you approached Coney Island you gasped. Immediately feeling your heart rate increase.

“Ma’am your blood pressure levels are spiking and you are getting extremely hot, I believe you are having a mild panic attack shall I-”

“Waston, just turn on the air and do an infrared scan of the area for bodies.” You whispered the last part as you flew down to the destruction. Seeing your father's new mask prototype laying on the ground you sighed and kicked at it slightly.

“There is one body, alive, seems to be Mr. Parker, to your far left. And the other who seems to be The Vulture within the flames.” You groaned and flew over to where Peter was.

“Oh my god…” You whispered, the mask of your suit retracting as you walked up to him. Carefully, you knelt down beside him, your hands hovering over his body as he groaned in pain. Blood was smeared across his nose, bruises littered his cheeks and collarbones.

“Wh-where is he.” Peter hissed, from pain as he slowly pulled himself up. You gripped his elbow with one hand, using the other to support his back.

“He’s back with the main part of the plane. Peter we need to get out of here he could-”

“No. I’m finishing this.” Was all he said before ripping from your grasp and stalking up to Vulture with every bit of strength he had left.

Before you could process what was going on, Vulture flew at the both of you, knocking you to the ground with a loud thud. Groaning, the mask slid back from your face again as you blinked a few times.

“You asshole! I’m going to be concussed!” You shouted, slowly standing up and looking towards Vulture.

“Hey Pedro… see you’ve got a sidekick, (Y/N) Stark. I’ve heard a lot about you from my daughter, how talented and smart you are. But I never pegged you as one to fight, what’s with the get-up? Daddy build you your own suit?”

“I built it myself headass, and I’m no sidekick.” You hissed, venom lacing your words as you raised your hand and fired a blast towards him, which much to your dismay… he dodged. He flew back at you both, and you quickly jumped out of the way, watching as Peter rolled underneath him and shot a web towards him.

When he missed, Vulture flug himself towards Peter and used the metal claws on his suit to press him against the sand. You practically roared, as you lunged at him, sending both yourself and Vulture flying off into a piece of broken plane wing. You punched at his masked face repeatedly, screaming curses at him as he whacked you with his wing sending you flying back against the ground.

He took this as another chance and quickly grabbed Peter again in his claws, now lifting him up into the air. You watched in horror as Peter flung himself from his grasp and began plummeting.

“Watson, locate all of the weak points on Vultures suit.” You instructed as you flew towards Peter, scooping him up in your arms in mid-air.

“The turbines are failing, and the whole engine is about to fall apart on his back. If you hit those he will surely go down. Although do be careful. We don’t need anything else of Mr. Stark’s blowing up tonight.”

“Yeah yeah whatever.” You huffed and placed Peter on the ground, as he groaned and sat up. You watched carefully as Vulture walked over to where the opened boxes of mini-arc reactors and felt your blood boil. You flew up and wrapped your hand around the engines, using your thrusters to pull away from the direction he was going.

“Those… aren’t… for… sale!” You groaned, your voice straining as you continued to pull back. “Now Pete!” You yelled, turning your head and watching as Peter stood up and shot a web towards to box.

“No wait! It’s going to explode!” He yelled and you closed your eyes, breathing in heavily.

“Watson, armor engage.” You said as a light blue shield formed around your suit. “Aha! It worked!” You cried, out of pure joy. This was something new you decided to add in, as a small upgrade from your dads tech figuring it’d be helpful.

“Time to go home kids.” Vulture announced, as he cut away Peter’s web and kicked you off him. Flying backwards you huffed, landing against the ground.

Your eyes watched as Vulture began to fly off, a horrified expression displayed on your face as his suit malfunctioned and collapsed against the ground with a loud ‘boom’ and flames swirled in the air for a short moment.

“Oh god…” You whispered, pushing yourself up from the sand and racing along-side Peter towards the flames. “This is such a stupid idea!” You called towards Peter as he looked at you and shrugged.

“I know. But no one dies on my watch.”

“Our watch you idiot!” You yelled, skidding to a halt, as Peter jumped straight through the wall of flames. “For fucks sake…” You muttered, flying overhead and watching as he lifted up metal with ease and dragged Vultures body from underneath.

“Watson, check vitals.” You said, panicky as you landed beside Peter as he placed him down against some crates.

“Watson?”

“Sherlock reference. Get with the times Peter.” You teased, playfully punching his shoulder. He scoffed and shook his head as he webbed him up.

“He is very much alive, however he has a broken nose, second degree burns around his arms and neck, and-”

“Yeah yeah don’t care. Come on Pete, we better get out of here.” You groaned, as you moved your arm to wrap it around his shoulders. Pain shot through your arm, as well as your head. “I think I have a concussion…” You muttered, the suit’s helmet retracting as Peter chuckled and wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Probably. But hey that’s what heroes get.” He said with a shrug as you rested your head on his shoulder.

It was quiet for a few minutes, the silence more comforting than awkward but it was still there, lingering in the back of both your minds.

“I-I’m so sorry (Y/N). I didn’t mean for you to get all… caught up in this, I just…” He let out a large sigh as you both hobbled away from the beach and over to some place to hide for a bit. “I really… uhm, like you and I know you probably don’t feel the same and that’s okay? I think? I mean not for me I’d be crushed- Not! Not that I want you to feel bad or anything but-”

“Peter.”

“I mean it’d be hard if you didn’t like me back? I mean we have the same friends and we go to the same school. Hell I work for your dad I mean he’d probably kick me out of a job… not that it’s even a job I don’t even get paid, I should talk to him about that.”

“Peter!” You yelled, placing a hand over his mouth. His eyes widened and he nodded as you dropped your hand from his mouth and slid it over his cheek. “Kiss me.” You whispered, leaning in towards him. And he did not hesitate. Peter reached his hands up to your face and pressed his lips against yours.

The kiss was a bit sloppy at first, noses bumping, teeth bumping, and the occasional awkward position switch but within seconds you had both figured it out and your lips fit together like puzzle pieces. One of Peter’s hands slipped around your waist and pulled you closer towards him, as your hands slid around his neck and played with the ends of his curls at the back of his neck. You both pulled away, blushing furiously, and catching your breath. With a gentle chuckle he rested his forehead against yours and you let out a peaceful hum.

“God I’ve been wanting to do that since sixth grade…” He whispered, his eyes moving to look into yours. You giggled and a warm smile crossed your lips. “I’m sorry for asking Liz to homecoming by the way…” He muttered and pressed a short kiss to your nose. You rolled your eyes and pulled back from him.

“And just as I was forgetting that ever happened.” You let out a small ‘hmph’ and crossed your arms, as Peter shook his head and rested it between your collarbone and neck.

“Noooo.” He whined and pulled you flush against him. “Look we’ll make a deal. I won’t ever bring it up again if you don’t bring up, me lying to your dad. Sound good?”

“Sounds good.” You affirmed with a short nod of your head as you placed a short and sweet kiss to his lips. “Now come on Spider-Boy we have a very anxious Ned to talk to,” You glanced down at yourself and then Peter and chuckled slightly. “After we clean up a bit.” You said with a small chuckle before leaving the small shack and darting out of the guards line of sight.

“I go off the grid for two hours and you almost died!” Your father's voice echoed off the walls of the new compound as he stared down at you, face red, and knuckles white.

“Well I didn’t die. Besides Pete and I had it all figured out.”

“If you had it figured out you wouldn't have gone after him in the first place and left it to the FBI!”

“We both know the FBI wouldn’t be able to stop him Dad.” You deadpanned, lifting your legs up on the coffee table. “We had it covered. I have a suit now, and-”

“Speaking of the suit, I’m taking it.”

“No you’re not!” You yelled shooting up from the couch and moving closer to him. “I made that, all on my own! Y-You can’t just-”

“I can and I will. You don’t even know what I’m taking it for.” He said walking down the stairs to his lab, motioning for you to follow. A soft groan slipped past your lips as you stood up and hobbled down the stairs.

“I have taken the liberty of fixing it up for you, and adding some choice improvements.” He said, pulling up the holograms on the exo-skeleton of it, and tapping away. “F.R.I.D.A.Y pull up the new functions I added.” He said, sitting down in a chair and kicking his feet up on his desk. You walked over, standing beside him and scanned the screens.

“Of course boss… let’s see, Miss Stark will now have an extra set of power for thrusters. Added police scanners so you can see their radar. A special designed tracker for Spider-Man and Mr. Stark himself. You have a main comm with connection to the team, one for Peter, and one for the police if needed. The jets in the boots will be much larger, but look smaller for better flight techniques so they won’t be clunky, and a chest repulsor transmitter.”

“I also took the liberty of hooking up Watson to your spotify so now he can play whatever music you want.” He said tossing you a necklace with a mini-arc reactor pendant on it. A smile tugging at your lips you pulled him in for a bone crushing hug and he chuckled softly, bringing his arms around your neck.

“So you’re not mad?” You asked, looking up at him with a raised brow.

“Well yes, but I did worse when I was younger. But no missions yet. We need to start you with proper training first. You start tomorrow morning with Nat, Bucky, and Steve.” He said pulling up the schedule.

“Two hours?! Everyday a week?” You groaned and flopped down into his desk chair.

“Yes now go to your room, I need to give you some form of punishment.” You huffed and stood up, knocking the chair back with your legs, before walking up to the small flight of stairs.

“You do realize I still have my technology right?” You asked, turning to face him, your hands on your hips.

“Oh shut it, scram. I’ll see you in the morning. Love you kiddo.”

The next few days had gone by oddly fast. You were thrown into a new routine of school, training, more training, and sleep.

After your kiss with Peter he seemed… off? More awkward around you, but you guessed it was because you two hadn’t really had the chance to talk about what happened. Your father had you working on your own suit constantly. Giving you new additions, and suggestions every time you stepped foot into his lab. Even at the dinner table while you stuffed yourself full of pizza he’d bring up some new problem, or some type of weapon to add for your safety.

He tried putting a safety protocol on your suit, like he had Peter’s but since it was your suit, he could only get so far. The rest of the team was shocked to say the least when you started training. Sure they were supportive but they didn’t want to push you to hard. But when you insisted, they would kick your ass into next week until you got better.

“Dad! Pepper wants to know if you ordered the white lillies for the upcoming press conference.” You muttered, walking up to him as he dismissed one of his staff. A tablet lay in your arms, a check-list of what Pepper needed, and tabs with sketches of a new suit for yourself, and gadgets for the rest of the team.

You had finally been able to move up in your father's company to Peppers assistant, and helped him out in the lab. You were on ‘Inspector Gadget Duty’ as Tony liked to call it, creating loads of different things to help during missions, like Nat’s shock disks, and even faster arrows for Clint.

“Oh also Scott and Hope want to know if they need to bring their suits to the annual dinner.” You said with a small hum, as you waited for his answer. He turned towards you, clad in a black suit with dark grey stripes and his signature sunglasses.

“Yes I did, they’re in there now. And for the hundredth time, uh no they don’t. But look at you kiddo! All fancy, taking after your old man I see.” He said with a playful wink before pulling you into a side hug.

You were wearing a simple white dress that hugged your waist and legs, paired with a dark red blazer.

“More like taking after Pepper.” You teased nudging him slightly. “Anyways uh when Peter gets here for the little… initiation or whatever you want to call it I’ll be heading out with Nat and Steve after to talk with Fury about the new recruits they want to bring in. We’re going to evaluate them and test their skills in hand to hand combat, offensive techniques, and-”

“Woah woah woah slow down there roadrunner, relax. Take a minute to,” He took in a deep breath and let it out. “Breathe.”

“Always so dramatic.” You said with a small laugh before looking back down at the notes.

“Yeah yeah, well we’ve got a Spider to congratulate.”

“He hasn’t even accepted the suit yet.”

“Yeah well.” Tony shrugged and started walking backwards, towards the steps. “We’ll get there soon enough.” You rolled your eyes and walked behind him, down the large steps and chuckled seeing Peter watching as the quinjet flew off.

“Ya don’t see that everyday.” Happy said to Peter, stuffing his hands into his suit pockets.

“You do if you’re me.” You teased and walked up to them beside your father. You gave Happy a short fistbump and grinned up at him before turning to Peter.

“I like the get-up squirt, very professional.” Happy said nudging your arm sightly. “You don’t see that everyday either.”

“Oh ha ha.” You muttered rolling your eyes. “Watson, please deduct Happy’s pay this week.”

“Hey uh uh uh, no no you don’t.” He groaned and you chuckled before giving Peter a warm smile.

“Hey Pete.” You grinned and walked up to him giving him a short hug. He returned the gesture and as you pulled away his cheeks flushed red.

“H-Hey (Y/N). You look really good… I-I mean not that you normally don’t, you always look gorgeous but-” Tony cleared his throat and placed a firm hand on Peter’s shoulder. “Yeah I’ll shut up now…” He whispered, causing you to chuckle.

“Well I’m gonna steal the kids for a minute.” He said giving you a small peck on your forehead before turning to Happy.

“Seriously?” Happy spoke up, raising a brow.

“Yeah I gotta talk to the kids.”

“I’ll be close behind.”

“How about a loose follow? Boundaries are good.” Your dad said with a curt nod before walking ahead, motioning for Peter and yourself to follow. You chuckled and walked alongside Peter, brushing your hand against his as you walked.

“Sorry I took your suit. I mean you had it coming, turns out it was just the kind of tough love you needed right, to urge you on. Wouldn’t you agree?” Your dad said as he poked at Peter’s arm as he walked.

“Y-y- uh, yes?”

“Let’s just say it was.”

“Mr. Stark I-”

“Screwed the pooch hard.” You chuckled as your dad nudged your shoulder. “Both of you. But then you did the right thing, you took the dog to the free clinic, raised the hybrid puppies… alright not my best analogy .” He huffed, and the glass doors slid open. You beamed over at Peter, knowing what was about to happen.

“I was wrong about you. I think with a little more… mentoring you could be a real asset to the team.” He said patting his shoulder and walking around him, you rolled your eyes playfully and linked your arm through Peter’s.

“T-t-t-to to the team?”

“Yeah, anyways there's about 50 reporters behind that door, and when your ready…” Tony said tapping against his watch as the doors slid open and revealed his new suit. “Why don’t you try that on.” He said standing in front of it, “And then I can introduce the world to the newest official member of the Avengers, Spider-Man.”

Your mouth dropped as you let go of Peter’s arm and watched him approach the suit.

“Peter if you don’t say yes then I will.”

“(Y/N), sweetheart you’re already starting training.”

“Yeah but still Dad!” You cheered and jumped up and down slightly, walking up to Peter you smiled over at him as he tried his best to contain the excitement bubbling inside him.

“Well anyways, Happy or my daughter here will show you to your room… where's he between? He’s next to uh, Vision?” Your dad asked raising a brow, you turned towards him and nodded.

“Yeah, Vision isn’t big on doors… or walls. But he’s quiet, and makes a mean chicken parmesan… with Wanda's help.” You said with a small chuckle before turning back towards Peter.

“Thank you, Mr. Stark but I-I’m good.”

“You’re good?”

“Excuse me?!” You yelped, wide eyes looking up at Peter.

“I-I’d rather just stay… the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man for a while… ya know? Somebodys gotta look after the little guy right?”

“You’re turning me down? You better think about this, look at that. I built that with (Y/N)’s help of course, to fit your needs.Last chance, yes or no.”

“No.” Peter said shaking his head slightly.

“Okay, uh Happy will take you home.”

“Thank you, Mr. Stark.”

“Very well, Mr. Parker.” He said shaking Peter’s hands as the doors slid shut you shook your head, running a hand through your hair.

“I’ll go tell Pepper…” You grumbled, pushing open the door and blinking rapidly, as the photographers started taking photos as you walked in. “Oh piss off.” You hissed and they immediately turned away from you.

Pushing through the small crowd you grabbed her hand and whispered what had happened to her. Her eyes grew wide as she gripped your wrist and dragged you out of the room.

“Where’s the kid? What the hell happened?” She asked, pulling you up beside her. You shrugged at your father as he turned around. “Did you guys screw this up? I told you (Y/N) should have been the one to ask him.” She said glancing towards you with an annoyed smile. You chuckled and nodded, silently in agreement with her.

“He told the kid to go wait in the car.”

“Are you kidding me?” Pepper hissed as she walked up to Tony. “I have a room full of people in there waiting for some big announcement what am I going to tell them?”

“Think of something, how about… uhm, Hap you still got that ring?” Your father asked raising a brow towards Happy. You audibly gasped and brought your hand to your mouth as Pepper looked over at you with a confused expression.

“Do I-I oh are you kidding? I’ve been carrying this thing around,” He muttered, digging into his pockets. “Since 2008.” He cheered, pulling it from his pockets and tossing it to your father.

“OH MY GOD Okay it’s happening, everybody stay calm, stay fucking calm.” You shrieked, bouncing in your shoes.

“Hey hey, don’t quote the office while I’m proposing.”

“Shut up and propose Dad!” You yelled and gripped the tablet in your hand.

“I can think of something better.” Pepper joked and leaned in for a kiss. You raised a brow and shrugged as you followed her back into the press conference.

“Pep, I gotta go! Bye!” You said, giving her and your father both small pecks on the cheek before racing out through the back door and up to the hangar for the jets.

A loud thud pulled you out of your reading, you chuckled and stood up from your bed, placing one of the new books Loki had given you on the bed and stretching.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y please open the curtains.” You said, watching as they slid open to reveal Peter, clad in his spidey suit, standing up from the ground of the balcony. You walked up to the glass doors, pulling them open and giving the boy in front of you a small smirk.

“Awe did the big mean glass squash the little spider?” You teased, faking a pout as you reached for his hand and pulled him into your dimly lit room. Peter scoffed and yanked you back, spinning you around so you were flush against his chest.

“Ha ha very funny.” He said with a roll of his eyes as he tugged off his mask. You carted your fingers through his messy hair and chuckled.

“I know, I’m such a jokester.” You hummed and placed a small peck to his cheek, before pulling free from his grasp. “Speaking of jokesters, my dad’s still peeved you declined his invitation.”

“Okay but I thought it was a test! How was I supposed to know it wasn’t?” Peter groaned and flopped down against your bed as he stared up at the ceiling. You shrugged and sat cross legged beside him.

“I dunno, maybe trust him?”

“I never said I didn’t.”

“You kinda did.”

“Ugh stop putting words into my mouth.” He mumbled, laying his forearm over his face. You rolled your eyes and picked up the book again.

“Men, so dramatic.” You mumbled rolling your eyes as you opened the book back up to the page you were on. “I don’t see why you can’t just talk to him about it. He doesn’t bite.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re his daughter.”

“Yeah but he’d kick my ass in a heartbeat if I ever did something worthy of it. And you politely declining his invitation because of a misunderstanding doesn’t call for that.” You mused, leaning back against your headboard, with a small thud.

“Okay fine then the rest of the team would.”

“Sam and Bucky maybe, but if I stopped them. They won’t.”

“But would you stop them?” He asked, now turning his body to the side, resting his chin hand as he stared up at you. You shrugged and looked up to meet his chocolate brown gaze.

“Depends.”

“On what?!” He cried and jumped up, now facing you completely, and kneeling in front of you. A small smirk curled at your lips as you cupped his cheek and leant forward.

“On if you let me do this.” You hummed and leaned forward, closing the gap between you, your lips meeting and moving in a gentle motion.

Peter reached one hand to go around your waist and the other to cup your cheek gently. Slowly, you slid your arms around his neck and began to play with a curls at the nape of his neck, tugging them softly. Peter let out a small groan, causing him to take control of the kiss and push you back against the covers, as he straddled your waist. You brought your knees up, around his body and let your tongue swipe across his bottom lip. Peter tasted like he always did, a gentle mix of mint, and cinnamon. Along with his strong smelling cologne. It sent you into overdrive as you arched your back, pushing your chest flush against his.

A knock on your door sent you shoving Peter off the bed with a loud thud. Taking deep breaths you brushed your mess of a hair back away from your face and lightly fanned yourself with your hand, to try and counteract the heat rising to your cheeks.

“Coming!” You called through the room, before peeking over the edge. “You good?” You whispered with a sheepish grin. Peter simply covered, what you assumed to be bright red cheeks and gave you a weak thumbs up. You smiled and pushed yourself off your bed before walking up to the door and opening it, squinting at the bright light from the hallway.

“Oh, hey Steve.” You said smiling at him, before Bucky appeared beside him with a slight wave. “Hey Buck… whats up?”

“We’re heading down to the gym and then going to grab some food later. Do you want to join us?” The super soldiers asked with eager smiles. You sighed and ran your fingers through your hair. “Uh, rain check? I’ve got a lot of uh homework to catch up on.” You said with an apologetic smile.

“Sure, tomorrow maybe?” Bucky asked, as you nodded bidding them goodbye before shutting your door. When you heard their footsteps fade down the hallway, you broke out into a fit of laughter and stumbled over to the bed as Peter stood up from the floor.

“Okay please never shove me off the bed again.” He muttered, groaning slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Sorry Pete, I promise.” You said placing a small kiss to his cheek. “Still on for movie night?” You asked raising a brow towards the TV. He nodded and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“With you? Always.”

So yeah, things weren’t… perfect, and you didn’t really know where your relationship with Peter stood, but you were both happy. And everyone at school seemed to know you were both off limits. I mean everyone already knew anyway that you were both in love with each other, but yet you still had yet to make things official, let alone actually say the words. But you were happy. Really happy and for now that’s all you needed.

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Sophie’s Moving This Castle

Prompt: #77 for anon – “This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”

Anonymous said:

Taeyong and #77 for the drabble game please

Pairing: Lee Taeyong x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: a whole lot of Studio Ghibli talk! Otherwise, none.

Word count: 1049

You stood in the doorway of your living room, unblinking. When you had told your boyfriend Taeyong you were going out for the evening to celebrate your best friend’s engagement, he had assured you that your night out with the girls would allow him to spend his own with his buddies too. He would simply call up Johnny or Doyoung and make plans for himself. In fact, when you had kissed him on the cheek in farewell, he had pulled out his phone to do just that.

Never in your wildest dreams had you expected to walk in and find this scenario before you instead. Taeyong glanced up from the movie he was watching suddenly and grinned at finding you home.

“Sophieeee!” he crooned and you rolled your eyes, moving towards him and the small pile of alcohol on the table before him. He lurched forward, still smiling as he attempted to bring you into his arms. He swatted at the air instead as you slipped by and giggled. “My Sophie is homeeeee! Guys, guys! Sophie’s here.”

You stood there in disbelief as he gestured to the giant Totoro plushie on one side of him and the Turnip Head statue he had slung an arm around, and watched as all three turned to look at you. You sighed. “Taeyong, where’s Johnny? Doyoung?”

“Oh,” he started, swinging his free arm around as he pouted excessively. You bit your bottom lip to hold back your smile.

You did not want to smile at this.

You refused to admit that your boyfriend was the cutest drunk ever right now.

Taeyong threw his head back as a heavy breath tumbled from his lips. “They’re not here.”

“I noticed,” you commented, picking up a can of beer and shaking your head softly at it not being empty yet. “I’m wondering why he’s not here and you’re drinking all alone.”

“I’m not alone!” he cried incredulously, nudging Totoro beside him. “How could you say that in front of my guests?!”

It took all your willpower not to bust out laughing and remain as collected as you were. “Uh-huh, but no Johnny?”

“He’s busy.”

“Doyoung?”

“Busy too. Everyone’s busy. Busy, busy anddddd busy!” Taeyong grumbled momentarily before patting Turnip Head’s shoulder. “Except for my buddies here!”

“This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done,” you exclaimed calmly, turning around to turn off Howl’s Moving Castle. The whines were instantaneous and with the noises that left your boyfriend, you admittedly had to check that it was just him making them, eying the company he had kept warily for a second. Unlike Taeyong who was an easy drunk, you had at least one more drink than he had and still felt completely lucid.

He, however, was deep in the throes of his drunken stupor and you knew if you didn’t deal with sobering him up now, tomorrow wasn’t going to be pretty. You walked around the sofa, Taeyong’s hands failing to meet you once more. You heard him shuffle on the furniture piece behind you and glanced over your shoulder to see him perched there, staring at your forlornly.

Oh boy.

You spun back around and closed your eyes, trying not to crack. Why was he seriously the cutest when he was drunk?! The little whine that left him reached right into your heart and made it ache.

“Baby, why are you leaving the castle?!”

“The castle?” you repeated and realised he was still referring to the movie he had been watching.

Falling in love with Taeyong had been easy, but knowing you shared the same love for Studio Ghibli movies was usually a plus for you. No other person you knew would spend hours participating in Ghibli movie marathons with you, or know the most perfect way to cheer you up would be to present you with Haku themed items from Spirited Away. But right now? Yeah, it wasn’t exactly what you had expected from Taeyong. At all.

“I’m moving this castle,” you told him firmly and the little gasp that left him was hard to not crack under.

“Where to? What colour dial?” His voice now sounded close and you turned with a glass of water in your hand for the man who approached you. Gazing up into his face full of wonder, you couldn’t hold back the bemused smile that crossed your lips.

“Black.”

“Black?!”

You nodded and Taeyong thought over your suggestion before nodding as well, gulping down his water. Handing you back the empty glass, you watched as he moved slowly towards the sofa, collecting his company and then walked towards the study. He returned without Turnip Head and continued towards your bedroom and you followed him in. Placing Totoro back over with the large collection of toys you both had in the corner of the room, he then padded towards the bed and promptly threw himself down on it.

Black was the right colour to say as Taeyong was completely out to it right away.

After washing up, you joined him in bed, finally allowing a soft giggle to leave you over his antics tonight before drifting off to find him in his dreams.

“Babe, ugh, why is the bed moving?”

You blinked groggily from your dreams at the sound of Taeyong’s husky morning tone and then smirked into your pillow. “Sophie’s moving this castle.”

“Huh?”

Rolling over, you found Taeyong squinting at you questioningly. He then groaned, his head obviously throbbing from last night’s affair. “Did I drink?”

“I don’t know Howl, did you?”

“Are you drunk?” he wondered as you giggled at his confusion. “Why are you referring to Howl’s Moving Castle?”

You sighed heavily and reached out to cup Taeyong’s face in your hand. “I should have filmed it so you would know.”

“What did I do?” he asked, aghast, your growing smile not easing any of his nagging concerns. “Y/N, tell me!”

“Maybe you should ask your buddies, Totoro and Turnip Head about it. After all, they spent more of the night with you than I did.”

“Totoro, Turnip… oh god, did I do something really dumb?”

Staring at Taeyong for a moment, you smiled again and shook your head. “After sleeping on it, I think it was, by far, the cutest thing you’ve ever done.”

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Bad Day part 3

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The following week Rami was off to LA. Luckily this round he was only going to be gone for two weeks and would be home in three more days! He called me every morning at 7am, which in LA it was the ungodly hour of 4am, just to tell me to have a good day and that he loved me. We texted anytime he was free, and facetimed each night when I was going to bed. I loved him so much for always thinking of me even while he was away.

I had put in my two weeks notice at the office a few days after Rami asked me to go to London with him, so I only had the reaminder of this week left!

It was Wednesday morning and promptly at 7am, my phone buzzed.

"Good morning, handsome." I said into the phone, starting to get dressed for work.

"Hello love. Just think, three more days and you'll be done with that place and you can come home and I'll be there waiting for you with open arms! And then you'll be with me on a longgg 9 hour plane ride with meeee!!"

"Oh..great...." I teased him.

"Hey, you know you love me!" I wish I could see his face, I bet he had that little smirk on.

"Yeah yeah yeah...I do.." I giggled back.

"I miss you (Y/N), I can't wait to be back home with you...doing filhy things with you..." he whispered that last part in a teasing way.

"Don't you dare start..."

"I want to take you in my arms, kiss you har..."

"RAMI!!"

"hard..slowly undress you...slide my hand down...."

"RAMI I have to get ready for work!"

"...down to your good spot...cupping your wet warmth..."

"Fuck it..ill be late. You got me babe, don't let me down now..."

"Have I ever let you down baby?" I got myself back into bed now, only half dressed. His words were definitely making me feel some sort of way.

"Never." Shaking my head. "You always make me feel so good. I love your touch, I crave you to be inside of me.." I said, tucking my hair behind my ears.

"Oh yeah baby. Tell me, what are you wearing?" he sneered.

"Wouldn't you like to know.." I winked even though I knew he couldn't see me.

"As a matter of fact I do..it would really help me out right now."

"Bra and panties."

"Color? Lacy? Silky? Come on, help a guy out."

"Blush pink, silky. But they are in the works of coming off...." I teased and unclasped my bra and slid my panties down my legs.

"Thats so hott (Y/N)! I bet your nipples are rock hard, and your pussy is wet."

"Yes sir. Very wet. What do you want me to do?" I asked seductively.

"Place your hands on your breasts. I want to feel those beauties so bad...sucking your nipples."

"Mmm yes baby, I love the sound of that. I want to take your cock in my hands..and then in my mouth. Sucking you. Bobbing my head up and down your length."

"Fuck (Y/N) you're good. You make me so fucking hard."

"Oh yeah? I want to make you cum so fucking hard, swallowing every..last..drip.." By now I slithered my hand down my stomach to begin touching myself. Our phone sex may not be the greatest, but its the best we can do when we are apart.

"Shit..really? That sounds so fucking hott! Start rubbing your clit now."

"Oops I'm already doing that..and it feels so good."

"Quick slide in a finger!" He demanded. I did as I was told.

"Mmm Rami, now what?"

"Add another! Then curl those fingers baby!" He said. I curled my fingers as he told me to, finding the spot he can always find so easily by himself. "Pump em' in and out baby."

"Oh shit, I'm so close. Talk to me..tell me what you want to do to me!" I said, pumping my fingers in and out, curling them. It didn't feel nearly as good compared to when Rami did this.

"Yes baby, cum for me! I want to suck and flick your clit while pumping my fingers in you. You squeezing my head with your thighs."

"FUCKK RRAMI..don't stop! Don't fucking stop!" Pumping my fingers faster, grinding my clit on the palm of my hand.

"Then i'll lick my fingers clean of your juices. Then kiss you, sliding my tongue to meet yours."

"I need you inside me me baby, right fucking now!"

"I guide myself in you, filling you. Fuck (Y/N) you are so fucking tight around me! Slamming myself into you.."

"MMMM...FUCKK YESS OH GOD!!!" I moan as I let myself go. Hearing his voice saying these things to me just made me so hot. "Ahhh I..I..love you so much Rami!!" I kept going with the sexy talk to help him get off. After a few loud grunts and moaning of my name I knew he was in his ecstasy.

"(Y/N), you make me feel so amazing. You never cease to amaze me. I love you too, so much." He said, panting and out of breath. "I really really can't wait to be with you in a few short days."

"I can't wait too baby." I said, trying to compse myself to get up and get dressed for work, I was going to be so late! "So, how am I going to explain why I am so late this morning?"

"Stop at Dunkin' on your way in, grab a dozen donuts and a box of joe. Tell them the line was really long but you felt like treating everyone since its your last few days." He suggests. A huge smile appeared on my face.

"Rami Malek, have I ever told you how brilliant you are!? Thank you! I will do just that!" I blushed.

"Thank you, thank you very much!"

"I'll talk to you later babe, have a great day!! I love you!" Not wanting to get off the phone with him but I knew I had to so I could finish getting ready and head to Dunkin'.

"Thank you love, You as well. I love you more!" He said.

"Not in a million years." I said and we hung up. I was being honest though, I don't think he could love me more than I love him. Equally, maybe. But not more!

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It was finally Friday! The whole office threw me a Bon Voyage party for my last day. I was a bit surprised by it honestly, I didn't think any of them even liked me. I loaded my car with flowers and cards that some of my co-workers had given me. My drive home was the best, knowing I never had to go to that place again, knowing that Rami was home waiting for me. Anxiously trying to get home as quick as possible, I unfortunately hit every red light.

I pulled into the driveway and jumped out of my car. Running to the house, leaving the flowers and cards in the car, knowing he could help me transport them to the house later. I just HAD to see him!!

I unlocked the door and opened it to Max whining and wagging his tail, happy to see me. "Honey I'm homeeeee!" I called, hanging up my coat and purse.

"SURPRISE!!!" said from a few familiar voices. Rami, had invited both our familes and some of our closest friends over for a surprise last minute going away party! I ran straight to him and took him in my arms.

"Thank you baby, you didn't have to do this! I love you so much!" I looked at him in eyes and pecked his lips. He took me around the corner to a more secluded room so he could kiss me more passionately without the audience.

"I know baby. I know we haven't been together for two weeks but I figured we should see our friends and families before we leave for London on Tuesday." He was such a family man, I loved him for that. We went back out to entertain our guests. I talked with my parents while Rami was joking around with his twin brother, Sami.

I went to the empty kitchen to grab myself another glass of wine when Yasmine, Ramis older sister, came in behind me.

"So, are you excited to be going to London?" she asked.

"Ecstatic! I know I won't be going on set a lot of the days but I have always wanted to go sightseeing in London, so here is my chance! As well as being with the love of my life!" I said grabbing the wine from the fridge.

"Well, you sure are glowing! You will love it over there! Just don't go too crazy!" She said and left the room. What did she mean by glowing? Shit. When was the last time I had...? I ran to look at the calendar. I looked down and placed my hands on my stomach. Could I be? No....I can't be.... right? I'm on birth control!

The rest of the party I couldn't stop thinking about Yasmines comment. GLOWING. Sami and Rami hugged it out on the front porch and I waved from the front door. Rami closed the door behind him as we went in to clean up the house. He was washing dishes in the kitchen as I wiped down the kitchen table.I was so nervous to talk to him about what his sister had told me, but I was dying inside, I had to tell him!

"So Yasmine told me something interesting tonight.." I said anxiously.

"Oh my God, please dont tell me she told you the time when I...." he started to say. I interrupted him.

"No no babe not that. She said I was glowing..." I forced out. He stopped washing the glass in his hand and looked confused.

"What does she mean by that?" he asked, running the glass under the faucet to get the soap off and placing it in the drying rack.

"Well, most of the time when people say that women are 'glowing' they mean.." He instantly turned around to look at me. He had an indifferent look on his face.

"(Y/N) are you pregnant?" he asked in different tone. I couldn't tell if he was angry, scared, or happy.

"I don't know. I didn't even realize I was late until she mentioned I was 'glowing'!" Rami just had a blank stare on his face. "Please, please say whats on your mind love."

"I mean, you know...I'd be delighted if you are. Its not the best of timing, but we will take things as they come if you are pregnant." He walked over to me, grabbing my hands, bringing them to his chest. "I'd love to see a little you or me running around!" His answers made me so relieved. Yes, were going to London, not the best timing but..we will be happy.

"Oh thank God! I was so nervous of what you would say. You would be an amazing father, Rami." I said and took him in my arms tighter than ever.

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The next morning I woke up and rolled over to where Rami had been sleeping right next to me. My eyes still closed, feeling around for his body but he wasn't there. I rubbed and opened my eyes to find a note on his pillow. 'Good morning love, Ran out to pick up a few things, be back soon. I love you! -Ram.'

I stayed in bed wondering what he could have possibly needed to go out so early for on a Saturday morning! He was not a morning person and would always sleep in later than I would. So this was definitely odd behavior for him to be up and out before me!

I heard him close his car door when he got home. I was just so excited that he was back. His keys jingled in the front door. I wanted him so bad, I took off my pjs and hid anxiously under the covers for him to come find me! His footsteps getting louder and louder the closer he got to our room. I sat up, wrapping the blankes around my chest.

"Good morning baby" he said, carrying a few bags and two coffees. "Got you your favorite coffee and a muffin!" He kissed the top of my head.

"Thank you honey! But whats with all the bags?" I asked curiously. He dumped out the bags on the bed. Tons of pregnancy tests came falling out.

"I didn't know which brand you preferred or which is most accurate. So here is one of every kind thats out there!" he said looking down at them. " I could barely sleep last night, thinking about this too much."

"Oh, Rami!" I giggled. "Come here baby!" Still holding up the blankets to cover my chest. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed next to me, resting his head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him, his head now holding up the blanket against me. "Thank you, I love you." I smiled and kissed the fuzzy side of his head.

"Lets go, I want to know. I need to know love." he said, urging me to get up to take one of the many many tests. He tossed me the throw blanket from the chair, he must have known my original intentions of the morning. I wrapped myself up in the warm, flannel blanket and grabbed one of the tests.

"Alright, it says we need to wait 5 minutes to get the results." I set the timer on my phone. I threw on my bathrobe to stay warm.

"5 minutes!?" he said, pacing around the bedroom. I took his hands in mine, kissing his knuckles.

"Baby relax. We are in this together. I am just as anxious." I sat him in the arm chair beside the bed and sat on his lap, throwing my legs up over the arm of the chair. Cupping his face in my hands I turned him to look at me. "Seriously, are you okay with all of this?"

"I'm excited and nervous. Especially since I'm not sure how long we will be in London for still. I just want you to know I will be there for you no matter what the outcome. I love you (Y/N)."

"I love you too Rami."

The sound of my phone started going off to let us know it was time. "Are you ready?" I asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be." he said, picking me up in his arms, kissing me and gently placing my feet on the floor. We went in to the bathroom to check. A single red line was the result. "What does that mean??" He was fidgeting with the tests intructions to figure out what it meant.

"Negative." I said.

"Take another!" He said, running back in the bedroom to grab me another test. "That test was a bad one. You've got to be pregnant, Yasmine is always right!" He stopped and looked at me with narrowed eyes.."don't you dare tell her I ever said that!" We both laughed. He left the room so I could take this second test. Luckily I had that coffee. I came back out and sat on edge of the bed, head in my hands. "Whats wrong love?" He was digging out our suitcases out of the back of our closet.

"What if...what if i'm not pregnant?" I said sadly. He came over and sat next to me.

"Well then we will try again, a lot." he sneered. "(Y/N), don't worry about it. The timing isn't the greatest, but if you are, thats great too! I really want to be the father of your baby. You will be a wonderful mother when the time is right. I love you, sweetheart, forever, regadrless of this outcome." He always knew the right things to say.

"I love you too. I just, I dont know. I really want this. I have always wanted to have kids but never really thought when I wanted them. And now, I really want this." His hand on my cheek moved my face to look at him.

"I really want this too." He said and kissed my lips. We went back in to check this test together. Hand in hand. I closed my eyes.

"I can't look Rami, what does it show?" I asked, covering my face with my empty hand.

"A plus sign?"he questioned.

"OMG!" I squealed, opening my eyes to look at it myself to make sure he was right.

"Baby, whats it mean!?!?!" he turned to me to see the look on my face.

"Rami, WE'RE PREGNANT!" I yelled. He grabbed me in his arms and spun me around. Kissing my whole face.

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Blindspot 4x03

Had a busy Halloween week (my first ever!) so I’m extra late today. Also changed my format slightly bc what is consistency?

Reade-- What is there to say, other than he looks super cute covered in paint? It’s kinda weird that the usual ‘main team’ has barely been seen this whole ep-- and even then, mostly only through brief video calls or over the comms. And Reade wasn’t even heard from at all during the actual bomb disarming. Honestly though…. I’m kinda down with that. As much as I love the others, we all know Rich and Patterson are my Dream Team lol

Zapata-- yep there’s Zapata, jogging slowly away from her problems as usual lol. Seriously though what is she doing being apprenticed to a literal evil witch EXPLAIN GERO. Ugh I feel so bad for her but a little bit ‘serves you right’ at the same time. Though lbr I just want her to come homeeeee

Weller-- I feel like this dude has been on the edge of tears for like a year. Poor guy. But omg does he make a cuuuute Jackson Pollock lol. I love him being all serious and sarcastic towards Madeline while literally covered in paint and feathers. I feel like the real mystery of this ep is HOW DOES IT MAKE HIM HOTTER. Someone please explain. Also oooh he cannot be happy about being stuck in the station while ‘Jane’ is zooming away on a doomed train. ALSO SPEAKING OF WHICH, dude the bomb is on one of the lines past the apartment I lived in back in September. I got off at that station multiple times aaaahhhhhh this is so cool. Ugh now he’s back at the apartment crying over Jane again ahah. Seems like all the poor dude does these days is hug her and cry. But wait, maybe not! Ooooh he followed her and he has got his suspicion on. THERE’S the badass agent we’ve been missing!

Remi-- I feel like she actually feels a tiny bit bad that she made Weller cry?? Lol girl’s supposed to be killing him and she has a hard time even seeing him cry. Lbr she’s gonna fall for him despite herself, his mix of badass agent and suburban dad is apparently just irresistible to any iteration of her being lol. Tbh I loved the sequence of her disarming the bomb over the comms-- in most eps we would be with her and Weller and Reade out in the field and only hearing the home team over the comms, I loved seeing this turnabout. Also ugh she nearly lashes out at Weller when he lifts her hand bc she’s such an abused little puppy that she doesn’t know anything but coldness or punishment and I think she was startled and secretly pleased to be greeted with cheers and hailed as a hero. Ugh Remi honey you’re gonna grow to love it here. “... right under our noses, putting on a friendly face, pretending to be the hero” I guess she’s seeing some similarities between herself and Madeline lol. And then oooh on the couch, Roman’s like the devil on the shoulder trying to pull her back into the deep shadows of the dark side and then Weller appears and shines all his love and support all over her and Roman disappears for a moment. I see what you’re doing here Gero…. Also lol Remi must be surprised at how easily she can make Weller cry haha

Patterson-- okay firstly, how dare some guy make out with my baby and not know her name. Also, I just have mixed feelings about the making out in general but I am all about supporting my precious queen. THen I was like ‘pfft she won’t say her name’ and then SHE SAID HER NAME AND I SCREAMED and then it hit me that she was almost definitely undercover and I was like ‘oh a fake name of course, shit Gero you got me well done’ and then turns out it wasn’t an op but a whole different kind of ‘undercovers’ hahahahaha. Well good on you girl I support you and all your choices. BUT WAS IT A FAKE NAME OR NO??? Omg okay yes it was, thanks for the heart attack Gero. Is anyone else having early Grey’s Anatomy flashbacks rn lol or is that just me haha. Also flustered Patterson is the most adorable Patterson, fight me on it.Ugh poor girl cannot seem to catch a break this ep and you KNOW Rich is deliberately playing with her lol. But also I mean c’mon writers, Patterson is a professional agent, I can see her being flustered to start but let’s not act like she wouldn’t suck it up and focus on her job pretty quick. Also omg *dead serious voice* “I can already tell you, that I’m gonna scoff” is one of the best lines of the episode and probably the entire show lol. “Okay get to the part where you solved it. Oh my god I just sounded like Weller” hahaha well he is your big bro, so makes sense you’d pick up a few traits lol. Great throwback to the ‘where math is done’ line too writers, nice work. Also wow the way she just went toe-to-toe with Weitz… why do I ship it a tiny bit lol?? And I also kinda ship her with Lincoln. Get it, girl!

Rich-- how was him being like ‘Hey guys here’s the terrorist’s address okay be careful bye’ one of the funniest things he’s ever done??? I stg whoever writes Rich needs to be my new best friend. Though tbh he does actually seem almost a touch subdued in this first scene, without that usual devilish gleam in his eyes… maybe he’s trying to show he can be both useful AND mature so they don’t actually decide to replace him with Boston haha. “I didn’t say magic, I’m not seven, I said magical cures’ hahahaha my baby. And he’s so excited to brief the recruits ugh. And then omg “sounds like the greatest takedown in FBI history I’m so sorry I missed it” aren’t we all, buddy lol. Also ugh him and his little recruit ducklings LET ME DIE. “There’s a bomber! Who bombs!” literally if someone who had Rich’s sense of humour and talked like he talks were to appear in my life I would marry them on the spot. “He’s probably an angry man with a victim complex, that’s a dangerous combination” OKAY EVERYONE LET’S FACE IT THE BOMBER GUYS CAN GO HOME BECAUSE RICH JUST DROPPED THE BIGGEST BOMB OF THE EPISODE RIGHT THERE. “Oh yeah, would an unprofessional do something like this??” The answer is yes and also marry me. And ugh he says his main reason for going after the book of secrets is because Jane is dying ughhhhh he is too good for this worldddd. Also wtf was that weird cackle when describing Roman that was hilarious. “It’s been very evident all day. Also I am like a sex-narc and you are terrible at lying” EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS MAN AND THIS FRIENDSHIP IS THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD. “It’s very unprofessional, I think that’s what thrills me the most actually” hahahahaha. “This is my smug face, I save it for special occasions” hahahaaha c’mon no he does not, that’s just his normal face but THIS is why I felt he seemed more serious than usual, it was so his face could be extra smug later hahahaha. And the victory dance??? “You and me, Ride or Die”?? Let’s be real I am SO ride or die for these two there is literally nothing more important than this friendship aaaaaaaahhhhhh

Weitz-- I love this sleazy bastard and his weird love/hate feelings towards Zapata and his semi-corrupt work ethic lol. Also omg yasss he told them all about Zapata leaking info to Carter! I wondered if that would ever come out. And omg he’s Patterson’s hookup’s uncle THIS EP IS RIDICULOUS AND I LOVE IT. Also oh no “What am I saying, special treatment’s fine” was hilarious, like uh oh no way am I starting to love Weitz??? I am having feelings about a Patterson/Rich/Weitz dream team haha. “Might be our only shot at [Madeline], so it is unfortunate that you look like that” how does this show do so many characters with their own distinctive styles of sass I love it so much. Also, show of hands, who thinks this guy is on some kind of uppers because honestly at this stage I’m convinced haha. He’s especially nuts when he comes in to give Patterson the special computer-- which I’m sure that a) she already would have had one of, and b) someone in his postion would have just had someone deliver for him. Although it does seem like he makes any excuse to come hang out and be bizarre. He’s the boss I wish I had lol. Especially if I happened to be related to him bc wow there is some unabashed nepotism happening right here haha. Oh dear he seems to be coming down off his high right now and is getting grumpy. Better call his assistant to bring his next hit lol. Also “CAN YOU JUST CHECK HIS WORK PLEASE” clearly withdrawing-Weitz has no time for workplace flirting hahahaha. And ugh then Patterson stands up to him and he listens to her and holy shit that was a big amount of trust, if they were wrong the whole city is gonna turn on him for letting so many more people die than was necessary. Looks like he doesn’t just always do what protects his own ass??

Afreen-- you are a queen and I love you

#Blindspot #Blindspot recap #I actually LOVED this episode ughhhh #Give me all the Rich and Patterson #And Weitz #I love my sassy assholes so muchhhh

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