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the-mad-starker · 4 years

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Starker Smut: Helping Uncle Tony

Thank you to @petercherryparker for giving me my first commission! It means so much to me that you were willing to give it a try and for being patient with me since I haven't done this before either 😅

Summary:

Uncle Tony somehow fucked up his hands and has them both in casts.

Peter volunteers to help then he helps.

Notes: uncle/nephew incest, handjob, frottage, come swallowing, anal sex, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, ambiguous age for Peter, first time

WC: 9139

(AO3 Link)

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"Boss, Mrs. Parker and your nephew are requesting entrance."

Tony pauses in his rambling speech. Dictating. He's dictating the lines of code for his next project while he lounges in the lab. On the screen, Friday completes the last line before she automatically switches to the security camera on the first floor.

His sister, Mary Parker, is waiting impatiently and there, a familiar mop of curly brown hair… His nephew. Peter.

"What time is it again?" Tony mutters but he's already getting up.

It's a bit difficult because he can't use his hands. Both hands are stuck in bright red casts and are covered from his knuckles all the way down to his elbow.

He hates them but he's not letting them stop him from working on his tech.

"Think I can beat them to the penthouse?" Tony says when he gets into his private elevator.

Peter did text earlier that day with a message saying they were coming over from Queens. He's been so caught up getting this program done that time just slipped through his fingers.

"Probability just reached 0%," Friday informs him and he finds out why when the doors ding open.

"Tony!" His sister is already waiting for him in the penthouse and judging by the look on her face, she knows exactly where Tony's been.

She rounds up on him, scarier than his assistant and his board of directors. "You're supposed to be resting," she sighs with exasperation.

"Yeah, you know that's unlikely," Tony says without missing a beat. "It's my hands that broke–" he wiggles his immobilized arms at her for emphasis, "–not my brain. You know I can't just stop."

In response, Mary softens but she tries to hide it by clearing her throat.

"I know and that's why–" she turns back towards her son and tugs him forward, "I'm lending you this one to help you."

"Hi, Uncle Tony," Peter says shyly from her side. He gives a little wave but doesn't really look Tony in the eye.

"Hey there, champ," Tony says, distracted, before he turns back to Mary. "You know I can't do that to him, Mare. It's summer break, he should be– I dunno, going to Jones beach or hanging out with his friends. All that fun stuff."

Mary's lips thin in that way which means she's about to start arguing but surprisingly, Peter interrupts.

"Actually– I'm the one that bugged mom about helping…" Peter says as he steps closer.

Tomy's gaze switches to him and his brows scrunch in confusion. Peter's cheeks take on a pink hue when their eyes meet, a peculiar reaction that Tony's gotten used to. His nephew's always been a sweet but shy kid.

"Pete, I really appreciate it, but you don't gotta be stuck with me when you should be having fun," Tony reiterates but the boy stubbornly shakes his head.

Peter's curls bounce in that cute little way that makes Tony want to pet them. His expression mirrors Tony's, brows scrunching adorably in the middle and honey brown eyes going all soft and pleading.

"It'll be fun!" Peter says firmly and what gets to Tony is that he actually sounds genuine. "I always have fun when I'm with you, Uncle Tony… And I get to see all the cool stuff you're working on… Maybe even help you make some stuff?"

The last bit is said with those puppy eyes turned up to max efficiency and Tony's resolve crumbles. He could never say no to his one and only favorite nephew. Mary knows it, too, because there's a smug little grin on her face.

"See, there you go, Tony," she says. She pats Peter's shoulder fondly. "How long did the doctors say your cast has to stay on?"

"A couple weeks…" Tony says in defeat. "But I should be fine if Pete just wants to stay a week…"

"Mom can drop off more of my clothes on Sunday," Peter says, excitement pitching his voice higher. He bounces the duffle bag in his hand to show the older man. "I brought some clothes already. Toothbrush, too, so you don't gotta worry, Uncle Tony."

Looking at his nephew's puppy dog eyes, of course, Tony can't refuse. Besides, his nephew is right. They always have fun when they're together and ever since the Parkers moved to Queens, they just haven't had as much time. He has missed his nephew even when work keeps him busy.

"Alright, you got me, kid," Tony says, "we'll try it out for a week, okay?"

"A week," Peter agrees but somehow, Tony feels as though he's the one humoring Tony instead of the other way around.

"Brat," Tony says fondly.

Mary sticks around for a few minutes more but she eventually decides to head out. Before doing so, she pulls Peter aside for some last minute words.

Tony tries not to eavesdrop but considering he's right there, it can't be helped.

"I want you to remember what we talked about in the car," she says seriously. "I know you and Tony like to mess around in the lab and do all your sciency stuff but Uncle Tony's recovering, okay, Pete?"

"I know, mom," Peter says dutifully. "Even if we're having fun, I need to help Uncle Tony and make sure he doesn't do anything to hurt his hands."

"That's right, sweetie," Mary smiles, "and you know your Uncle Tony. He's always jumping ahead of things so I need you to really be on top of things. We want Uncle Tony to get better and that won't happen if he doesn't let it heal properly. I need you to be his hands until his gets better."

"I can do that, mom," Peter promises sincerely, "I'll watch him like a hawk and he won't even lift a finger while I'm here."

"That's really sweet but–" Tony has to interrupt.

"No buts!" Both Mary and Peter cut in. Tony ends up pouting at them but he really can't refute anything Mary says.

When she's finally gone, Tony looks at Peter and smiles awkwardly.

"Just you and me, kiddo," he says to break the silence.

"You and me," Peter smiles brightly then perks up like an eager puppy. "Wanna show me what you were working on before mom and I got here…?"

And just like that, the awkwardness vanishes.

Tony grins and makes a grand gesture towards the elevator.

"Let me show you to my lair…"

---

They settle into a routine and truthfully, Tony's having the best time of his life.

It starts off slow because even if he's the one that needs help, he feels bad asking for the simplest things. Peter takes his job seriously though and has a keen eye for when Tony's itching to do something.

Peter takes over all the things Tony would struggle to do and he does it so effortlessly with no complaint. It leaves the older man feeling a tiny bit embarrassed at his dependency but he's grateful.

It becomes easier to just let Peter handle everything and soon, Tony relaxes into their routines.

His nephew is a god-send. He has all of the Stark smarts and none of the bullshit that Howard hammered into Tony's head since he was young.

This means that Tony can ramble on and on about his work and Peter keeps up astonishingly well. He listens with wide eyes, lips parted as though Tony was speaking prophecies. Even better, the kid throws back ideas, suggestions that make Tony's mind whirl with fantastic possibilities. It's surreal, it's wonderful, it's just how they are.

Tony and Peter.

"I really should be paying you," Tony groans when the boy digs his thumbs into a stiff muscle.

Peter has some magical hands and somehow, he just seems to know where to press on Tony's back. He kneads the tension right out of the older man's shoulders and Tony has to slump on the desk so he doesn't tip over out of pure ecstasy.

"Not taking your money, Uncle Tony," Peter sounds exasperated but there's a fondness to it that softens the bite.

"You're basically babysitting me," Tony still tries to convince him. "How about $800 a day? Dunno what the going rate for babysitters is but I'll throw in a bonus cause you're my cute little nephew."

Tony knows Peter won't take it so he's just rambling for fun.

Peter, though, goes quiet and his hands pause in their motions. His arms come around from behind and his chin settles on Tony's shoulder.

Hugs are nice and it isn't the first time Peter's helped himself to one. The older man doesn't think much of it, only squirms cause Peter's breath tickles his neck.

"I'm just happy being here with you, Uncle Tony," Peter tells him honestly. "I really missed being able to just walk a couple of blocks and hang out."

Warmth blossoms in his belly and if it was anyone else, Tony would've pulled back emotionally and physically. But Peter has always been like this, always loved hugs and affection. Once again, he has Stark blood but he's better.

Tony would usually pat the boy's hand but with the casts, he's more likely to be reprimanded. So instead, he slowly turns and Peter moves with him so that they're embracing. Even then, Peter's careful with the casts and makes sure not to brush against them.

"I missed you too, kiddo," Tony admits. "I'll make sure we have more hang out days when my hands are good, okay?"

"I'd like that," Peter mumbles into his shoulder.

Peter's mom drops off more clothes. She's satisfied that Tony is doing better, even smiling more frequently. Peter glows with pride beside him.

A day shy of being together for a week and Tony wakes up tangled in his sheets, body sleep-warm and cruising from pleasant dreams.

"Morning!" Peter cheers as he walks in carrying breakfast on a tray.

Tony's mind is still all fuzzy without his morning coffee so he just lays there and hums in acknowledgment. The bed dips under Peter's weight and the silence is so unusual that Tony peaks an eye open.

The boy's bottom lip is caught between his teeth while his cheeks are flaming red.

"Kid?" Tony's voice is rough from sleep. It startles Peter and those honey brown eyes shoot back up to his face.

The blush doesn't recede though.

"Um… Do you… need help, Uncle Tony…?" Peter mumbles, edging closer so that his knee presses against Tony's blanketed thigh.

"Help…?" Tony echoed. "Help with what–"

Peter's eyes dip down and this time, Tony follows him.

"Oh," Tony groans, aghast.

He's sporting some serious morning wood. And well, it's to be expected if he really thinks about it. Before his accident, Tony was a heavy believer in self-love. One can even say he's a serial masturbator, but he just… hasn't been able to do anything about it with his hands out of commission.

Sometime during the night, his dick must've slipped through the slit in his boxers so the only thing keeping him decent is the thin blanket over his lap.

"Just– ah, fuck. Just ignore it," Tony says, embarrassed.

He can't even hide it under a pillow or turn over. Both require the use of his hands which… Not possible.

"That can't be comfortable…" Peter still mumbles, completely ignoring Tony's instructions. "It looks really… big. And uncomfortable. Does it hurt…?"

"Not as much as my pride," Tony grumbles. "Can't you just… I don't know, put a pillow on my lap? It'll go away if we both ignore it."

It's an embarrassing situation and Tony's barely holding it together. He's been caught in all sorts of scandals but never one so personal as this. If it's embarrassing for him, it's probably worse for his poor nephew.

He expects Peter to listen to him, to save himself from this awkward mess and just leave him to his breakfast.

What he doesn't expect is to feel Peter's curious hand on his cock.

Tony sucks in a sharp breath, eyes flying open in disbelief.

He's not mistaken.

Peter is leaning over him, one hand gently gripping the base of his covered cock.

"Kid… What are you doing…?"

Tony fights against the need to thrust into his nephew's hand. His cock doesn't care who it is that's helping him out, it just cares that it's getting some love.

"Uncle Tony…" Peter breathes out as he looks at Tony with wide but determined eyes. "Mom said to make sure you're comfortable… If I do it like this… I'll make it go down faster, right...?"

His hand on Tony's cock starts to move. It steals away the words Tony wants to say as his hips twitch towards the source of friction. This shouldn't be happening, he shouldn't be feeling so good from Peter touching him...

"That's–" The older man tries to stop this but his words stutter and fail. "You shouldn't, Pete...!"

"Am I doing it wrong…? Am I making it worse?" Peter's lips tremble into a frown. It looks so wrong on his nephew's sweet face that Tony shakes his head, unwilling, even then, to upset the boy.

"Feels good..." Tony tries to stifle the moan working up his throat. It comes out as breathless gasps instead while his legs shift restlessly in the bed. "But you shouldn't…"

The frown melts away to reveal a sweet, happy smile.

Peter looks so determined, eyes focused where his hand is moving up and down over Tony's hard length. He's doing it so gently that it makes Tony's body crave for more, for a firmer grip.

"I don't mind doing it, Uncle Tony," he says while stroking Tony's cock. "I know it can hurt… And you're already going through a lot. I love you, Uncle Tony, and I want you to feel good."

What can Tony say in the face of such sweet words? Even if he wanted to, he couldn't bear to stop him now.

"Let me take care of you, Uncle Tony," Peter says. "Oh– let me…"

Tony groans in defeat when Peter pulls the blanket down. There's no hiding it now.

His cock stands proudly between his legs, fully erect from Peter's ministrations. It's flushed a rosy hue, prominent veins up and down the length… A thick mushroom tip that's darker in color than the rest of the length.

"Pete…" Tony says, helpless but so turned on when Peter resumes his duties.

His hand wraps around Tony's cock again, no hesitation, and Tony tries to stifle a moan that works up his throat. This is not the right response but it feels so good… Just the sight of Peter's hand wrapped around him sends arousal skittering up and down his spine. It looks so obscene, too. His nephew's finger can't even fully encompass the girth of his cock.

"Like this, Uncle Tony…?" Peter asks as he starts to stroke again. His thumb swipes over Tony's leaking cockhead and his hips jerk from the sensation.

All rational flies out the window.

"Ah– T-tighter…" Tony gasps.

The desire for release rises to the forefront so embarrassingly quick that the older man bites down on his lip to ask for more.

Peter complies with such sweet obedience that Tony moans and then oh– it's heaven. His nephew is clumsy and a bit awkward in his attempt but it smoothes out into something beautiful when Tony's hips start chasing after his hand.

His eyes are mere slits as he throws his head back. His hips jerk desperately into the sweet grip milking his cock. He doesn't think about what he's doing even when Peter continues to make soft encouraging comments.

It should freak Tony out but he's caught off guard. The loss of the use of his hands has affected him more deeply than he anticipated. The pleasure sings through him after just a week of not being able to do this and he craves it with a ferocious hunger that scares him with its intensity.

Just a week and Tony's hips are thrusting into his nephew's touch. His cock is leaking. He swears that his cock is so hard for Peter and that he's never been as hard for anyone else. Peter, his sweet innocent nephew, is the one making him feel so good, it's sinful.

Peter… He shouldn't be doing this to Peter but the boy's so focused on his task. The pink in his cheeks is so alluring… And how has Tony never noticed the shape of his lips? Or how it looks so soft and inviting, parted the way it is. Tony could easily slip a thumb right between and what would Peter do…?

Tony could just imagine the shock in Peter's pretty brown doe eyes and then the way they'd slowly drift closed. The pleasure of a new discovery would make his nephew's features slacken. Would he suck on Tony's fingers? Would he moan for his uncle…?

The older man hisses when Peter squeezes him just right, bringing him right to the edge. Tony struggles to cling on. It's so wrong, so wrong… His precum is dripping all over the boy's fingers, but Peter's not stopping.

"Uncle Tony… Is this okay? Does it feel good?"

Peter has such good intentions even while doing such a dirty act.

"Pete– Pete, I'm gonna…" Tony groans out the words but his eyes slip shut in defeat.

"Oh!" Peter knows what's coming but his little nephew surprises him again in the most delightful way.

An even sweeter heat envelops his cock. Just the tip but this new sensation is warm and wet. Tony can recognize that type of heat anywhere and he loses it. Peter's mouth is on his cock.

His eyes fly open and he's treated to the sight of his nephew's pink lips suckling on his cockhead. Peter looks up at him with wide eyes and his hand still makes sloppy, aborted jerks in an attempt to maintain his rhythm.

Such a good boy...

Any semblance of control completely deteriorates and Tony comes with a shocked groan. His cock pulses, balls drawing in tight, as he shoots into his nephew's mouth.

It happens so quickly and his muscles tighten with the intensity of his orgasm. Peter tries to take it all, every single load that Tony sends pulsing into his mouth.

It's too much for him. Tony sees it when the rush of cum gets too much. Peter's eyes widen even more and he pulls back coughing with his uncle's cum dripping down the corner of his lips.

He goes back down like the champ he is though and tries to take the rest of Tony's cum. He gets a load shot across his face for his efforts and the image will be forever seared into Tony's mind. Peter looks so beautiful with Tony's cum on his face that the older man can't find it in himself to even feel guilty.

He does feel bad, though, when Peter's face crumples in dismay.

"Oh, God, I-I'm sorry, Uncle Tony." His bottom lip even trembles. His distress is genuine and Tony's barely catching his breath. "I was trying not to get it everywhere… I thought I could do it but I made a mess. I'm sorry– Let me go get some paper towels and I'll clean it all up."

Not having the use of his hands is such an inconvenience. He can't even stop the kid from running off but he tries.

"Peter," Tony says firmly enough that the boy pays attention. His tone softens when the boy hesitates. "Pete. Just wait a minute, okay. Just– C'mere. Lie down next to me, okay?"

Peter does as he's told. He must be feeling even worse than he says because he scoots in close and curls up against Tony's side. The reality of the situation becomes an urgent need to discuss what just happened but Tony's mouth has gone dry.

"I'm sorry…" Peter whispers in the silence and Tony's heart aches.

"Hey, hey," Tony tries to soothe him. He can't turn onto his side so instead, he says, "Look at me, kid."

Once those brown eyes are back on him, Tony takes in a deep breath. He refuses to do anything that would make his Petey cry or feel bad. God forbid he do anything like that, his nephew's too good to him.

"Nothing to be sorry about, Pete," Tony says gently. "You really helped me out, okay? And– ah… Was that your… first time doing something like that…?"

Peter flushes and his lips press into a displeased line.

"Was it obvious…?" Peter mumbles, looking away.

To Tony, it had been but he's not gonna say that.

"Only cause I've been around," Tony says offhandedly. "But there's nothing to be sorry about, Pete. If anything, I'm sorry that I wasn't in better control."

"You were fine, Uncle Tony!" Peter protests, "And besides, you shouldn't be doing anything strenuous so really, I should be the one to, um, take care of all of that."

Tony wants to argue, of course, especially given the circumstance but he knows he's unlikely to win. And maybe… maybe, he doesn't want to win in this one.

So instead, he hums in acknowledgment.

Peter's hand creeps up his chest as the boy curls against his side.

"Did it feel good though…?" he asks quietly, hopefully. "I can do it better next time."

Next time… Tony's mind latches onto the words and even worse, his traitorous body floods with excitement.

"It was amazing, kid," Tony confesses. He turns just enough to kiss the top of Peter's head. "You did good, sweetheart… So good…"

That sweet smile that Tony has come to love so much spreads across his nephew's face. Peter practically glows with pleasure, a pleased little smile on his face. Tony practically melts in the face of it.

"You know, in things like things, I'd really want to return the favor if that's something you want, too," Tony says then before Peter can protest, he adds, "I can do other stuff that won't hurt my hands."

The boy looks perplexed for a moment but then his face brightens as he considers the proposal. There's something he wants and Tony would give him anything and everything.

"Kiss…?" Peter asks softly. "Can we do that…?"

The question surprises the older man. Peter has just given him one of the most mind-blowing orgasms Tony has ever had and his sweet boy is asking for a kiss…

"Of course, angel," Tony replies easily.

When he goes to lean down for a kiss, he can't help smiling at how Peter's eyes drift closed and his lips make the slightest little pucker.

Their lips touch, a gentle and chaste kiss but when he pulls away, Peter's eyes open and there's a quiet wonder in them.

"Wow…" Peter breathes. "Again? Please, Uncle Tony?"

Tony chuckles in response but instead of answering, he just presses in for another kiss and another and another… Until they're both lost in one another.

---

Because of what happened, there are drastic changes but some things also stay the same.

Tony tries to be the good, responsible adult he's always worked to be but Peter won't let things go back to how they were.

"Helping" his Uncle Tony feel good becomes an imperative task to the boy.

Tony protests at first. He feels like he has to put an end to it but little by little, those objections become half-hearted attempts that fade into drawn out moans of appreciation.

Whenever he looks down at Peter between his legs, he thinks, 'fuck, I'm going to hell…' but then another thought kicks in. It may be very much worth it when he has his angel of a nephew sucking him off. Those pretty pink lips… They feel so soft and warm and perfect on his cock…

The moment his resolve broke entirely is the first time he guides Peter into getting off. He can't stand the thought of being the only person feeling good. It's even worse when the boy would squirm on his knees, shyly pressing the heel of his hand against his own little problem.

Nope, Tony isn't having it.

Peter's cute little face is flaming red and Tony knows that he badly wants to flee to the bathroom to take care of himself.

"C'mere, kid," Tony breathes.

Peter shuffles closer and then gasps when Tony slots his leg between his. Tony's knee bumps against the boy's hand, pushing it against his covered erection.

"When my hands heal up," Tony starts to say, "I'm gonna make you feel so good, Pete. Gonna touch your pretty little cock and make you come for me."

The boy whimpers, a soft, pleading sound, but his wide eyes flutter in pleasure. His mouth trembles, a clear indication of how Tony's words affect him.

"But for now…" Tony nudges his leg closer and in response, Peter's hip jerks forward. "Move your hand, Pete… Let me feel it."

"Uncle Tony… That's…" His sweet innocent nephew has had Tony's cock in his mouth on multiple occasions but he still can't say such dirty things. It makes Tony feel so bad that he wants to dirty him up.

"It'll feel good, angel," Tony promises him, "for both of us. I'll make me feel really good to know you're getting something outta this, too."

Peter's eyelids flutter as he considers it. It doesn't take him long to decide either.his nephew is a good kid but the promise of pleasure convinces him.

"Should I take it out?" Peter asks hesitatingly. The very tips of his ears turn bright red, an adorable reaction.

The possibility crosses his mind, an image of Peter creaming his pants if he chooses not to take it out.

Tony's mouth goes dry.

"If you want to," Tony encourages instead of outright saying yes like he wants to. "Don't want you to chafe against your jeans or anything."

The boy bites down on his bottom lip before nodding thoughtfully.

"It's not as big as yours," Peter says as though warning Tony. It's cute that he even thinks that that would matter to Tony.

Regardless, Peter unbuckles his belt and tugs his jeans down though he has to wiggle a little to get them down his thighs.

Tony gets a glimpse of the tent his boxers make before he tugs those down too. His hand shyly covers his erection, glimpse of pink flesh between his fingers before he reveals himself.

"Oh, you're perfect, sweetheart," Tony promises.

Peter's cock is indeed smaller than Tony's but it fits his boy well. It's just as dainty as the rest of his body, perfectly proportionate to the more slender build he has.

His nephew blushes adorably as he circles the girth of his cock with his hand. He gives half-hearted strokes as though unsure of what to do now that they've reached this point.

Tony gladly takes the reins.

"I want you to press close to my leg," Tony instructs gently, "Just like before, Pete. Since I can't do it for you… Just listen to my voice, alright, angel?"

The blush on his cheeks may as well be a permanent fixture. Tony hopes Peter never loses this endearing quality, so shy and eager for his uncle's touch.

Peter leans closer, his hands resting on Tony's leg.

"Ah…" the soft exhale gives away the moment Peter's cock comes in contact with Tony's leg. Besides that, the older man feels it, hard and so hot even though his pants.

"Move for me, baby," Tony tells him. "Just like earlier… You can rub against me, I don't mind…"

His leg muscles flex as he nudges his leg closer.

"O-okay, I'll try…" Peter mumbles, peeking at his uncle with darkening eyes.

His hips start to move. At first, the movements are barely noticeable. Even when Tony feels that hard outline brush against him, it's still so faint. He lets Peter take his time though, just watching the boy slowly lose his inhibition.

"Mm…" that first soft moan is a victory to the older man even when Peter tries to clamp his mouth shut.

Their eyes meet and the boy shudders, dark, thick lashes threatening to cut their connection. Peter holds on though they tremble. His mouth looks soft, lips parted around an O of pleasure.

"That's it, baby…" Tony encourages the boy when his hips start to move. "Feels good rubbing against me, right? Even if I can't touch you… Can't jerk you off, you like me seeing you like this…"

"I… I do…" His nephew answers in a soft whisper as though it's a secret between them. "It feels… feels good…"

His hips start to really move and Tony can feel his nephew's cockhead grazing up and down his leg. Peter's still too shy.

"Good, sweetheart… That's good…" Tony doesn't push. "Wanna make my best boy feel so good…"

More pleasure causes the boy's expression to slacken but his grip on Tony's leg tightens. It isn't long before he starts to lean against his uncle.

Tony then takes the opportunity to press forward.

"O-Oh!" The cry of pleasure that Peter makes and the harsh jerk of his hip is worth Tony playing dirty.

He expects Peter to pull away but perhaps his nephew has been wanting this much longer than he initially knew. Once Peter feels that delicious friction against his cock, it's like his hips glue themselves to Tony's leg.

It's all there on his face, naked and exposed. Pleasure and need.

He presses in tight, his cock a firm solid line of heat against the older man.

"There you go…" Tony almost coos to the boy. "That feels better, doesn't it, Pete?"

His own cock starts to thicken in his pants again. He's amazed by how quickly he's recovered. That's the effect Peter had on him.

"Uncle Tony…" Peter whimpers softly. There's a desperate edge there as he clings to Tony's knee. The older man recognizes it well.

"Go on, baby," Tony encourages hungrily, "Keep going, keep rubbing against me… Wanna make you feel good too, Pete."

Peter can't seem to keep his eyes open so they're squeezed shut. His pretty mouth, though, is parted, letting out the breathless little moans that have Tony's ears straining for each one.

His hips jump in desperate jerks as he chases after his pleasure and Tony's voice guides him along the way.

Tony knows the moment Peter's right at the edge. His nephew's face is flushed, sweat-damp curls sticking to the sides of his face. Honey brown eyes look at him through barely there slits.

The older man just wants to eat him up, especially when Peter starts to say his name in that breathless needy tone.

"Uncle T-Tony… Uncle Tonyy… 'm gonna…" Peter mewls. His brows are scrunched up in the middle, mouth trembling.

Tony wants to sink his hands in Peter's hair and just haul him for a kiss. He can't though– such a shame.

"A-ah…" Peter comes with a soft cry, eyes squeezed shut, and body shuddering violently.

There's a rush of warmth when his cum spurts messily over Tony's leg but the older man just continues to murmur soft praises about how beautiful Peter looks, how gorgeous and good his sweet nephew is.

Peter shudders one more time, his cheek pressed against Tony's knee. Tony hears the boy's harsh breathing but ends up sucking in sharply when Peter's hand slides up and between his legs.

His fingertips bump against Tony's half-hard cock upon finding out his uncle's predicament, Peter looks up at him with pink cheeks. His eyes are at half-mast, the most enticing bedroom eyes that Tony's ever seen.

It kills him that Peter's probably unaware of just what it does to him.

"Uncle Tony…" Peter murmurs as he nuzzles against any part of his uncle he can reach. "You're hard again…"

Tony swallows, Adam's apple bobbing.

"Yeah…" he doesn't deny it, "Watching you, Pete… God, you don't even know what you do to me, do you…?"

A sweet smile pulls at Peter's lips and his touch grows firmer as he runs his fingers over Tony's swelling length.

"I'm just me, Uncle Tony…" he says like he thinks Tony's just being nice. "Want me to help you again…?"

"I'm not gonna say no…" Tony chuckles then leans back when Peter shuffles closer.

Getting hard so soon after having Peter's mouth is something that hasn't happened before. But then again, he hasn't had his sexy nephew rubbing against him before either.

Peter's mouth closes around his cock and Tony groans at the feeling of his tongue swirling around his cockhead. He leans back and watches, enjoying the sight of his nephew's pretty lips stretched around his cock.

That tiny nagging thought that this was wrong has all but disappeared. Peter's gaze locks with his own as he seeks approval and Tony gives it happily.

"Good boy… Such a good boy…" Tony sighs.

He'll find more ways to return the favor.

---

Week two edging into week three.

They've just returned from his doctor's and Dr. Cho has declared that his hands are healing up nicely. She says it with surprise as though she had expected Tony to come in with a sheepish grin, hands banged up and in worse condition than she left it.

Of course, Tony attributes the progress to his blushing nephew and she nods in understanding. He introduces his nephew to her as his amazing little helper. Peter blushes at the praise but Tony can tell he's happy about it. He listens even more closely to Dr. Cho's advice and tips for recovery than Tony does.

It's progress but she also says that it may take a few more weeks. Tony reassures her that he's in good hands.

When they get back to the penthouse, Peter disappears into the guest room that he's claimed his own when he first arrived. He barely uses it now, preferring to stay in Tony's bed, but most of his stuff is still there.

There's a report waiting for Tony in his email so he lets the boy be.

Around dinner time, he seeks him out to find out what Peter's craving for.

The door to Peter's room is cracked open but Tony still doesn't want to just walk in and possibly startle the boy.

"Pete?" He calls out. "I'm feeling for some burgers, what do you think…?"

He nudges the door open and his jaw almost drops.

"Uncle Tony–" Peter's face is flushed in that adorable pink shade that Tony's come to love and this time, yeah– it's appropriate.

His nephew is shirtless and bent over the side of the bed, those sinfully tight jeans of his pooled around his ankles. He's reaching back awkwardly and Tony follows the length of his arm down… down… where the boy has two fingers nudging into his little hole.

"Am I interrupting?" Tony asks dryly. He shuts the door behind him even though they're the only ones in the penthouse.

"Um, no," Peter mumbles shyly as he straightens up, "I was kinda hoping you'd come in sooner actually."

"Were you now…" Tony says as he walks towards him. It feels like there's a hook pulling him closer and he's unable to resist.

He takes in his nephew's lean form, eyes going from top to bottom and making a show of it. Peter's gotten bolder and more daring in the time they've spent together so if he's inviting his uncle to take a look at him, Tony will.

The older man has come to know Peter's body almost as well as his own. Even then, Peter still takes his breath away every time, especially when he's like this.

His nephew is just the perfect twink. He has a slender build with just enough muscle on his arms and legs that it hints at strength. Not to mention his skin, paler than Tony's, just takes on such pretty color when he's aroused.

Tony watches as the flush deepens when Peter sees him looking. It crawls down his neck, sweeps across his collar bones, and makes it midway down his chest where his pink nipples stand peaked.

His half-hard cock bobs in the air between soft thighs and Tony's mouth waters with the need to suck on it just to hear the boy cry.

"I looked up how to do this…" Peter admits coyly, calling Tony's attention, "But I was thinking that maybe you can help? Please, Uncle Tony?"

Tony's ready to jump right in but there's a hunch tickling the back of his mind.

"What brought this on?" He decides to ask.

His nephew gives him that sweet smile that Tony knows he can't resist.

"I, ah, just figured you'd like this better?" Peter says. "I know I've gotten better with my mouth… But this would be better, right?"

"Oh, sweetie," Tony murmurs. "You don't gotta do that for me."

Peter's sweet smile turns into a pout. He kicks his jeans off in a blatant disregard for them and then completely naked, he presses in close to his uncle.

"But I want to," Peter says stubbornly. "Wanted to make you feel even better, Uncle Tony. And since Dr. Cho said your hands are doing better, I thought maybe we could celebrate…?"

Those sneaky, greedy hands of his rest against Tony's chest then start to slide down. It's done in such a teasing manner that Tony wonders where his sweet, innocent nephew learned such a thing. It tugs at all of Tony's desires, his nephew's familiar touch eliciting such a keen response.

"I heard it could feel really good…" Peter murmurs. His face tips up, lips just begging to be kissed. "Can't you show me, Uncle Tony?"

"Fuck, kid…" Tony gasps when Peter starts to touch his cock. "Didn't need much convincing before, don't think I need it now either but I like it when you try."

The bright smile Peter gives him says he knows just how hard Tony finds it to say no to him. In this case, it was never even a possibility.

"Wanna show me what you were trying so far?" Tony prompts even when he lightly presses Peter's hand down harder on his cock.

Just as expected, Peter's hand slips away when Tony shows the slightest inclination to use his hands. The kid's concern for him is too much sometimes even when it has Tony feeling so warm from the inside.

"I can do that," Peter says. He leans up and presses a chaste kiss to Tony's lips before turning back to the bed.

Just like before, he positions himself so he's bent over. Tony gets the perfect view, his nephew's bare back presented to him with its adorable scatter of freckles. And further down, past his slim waist, a perfect peach just begging to be grabbed and squeezed.

He has to swallow the lump in his throat when the boy reaches back and pulls his cheeks apart to reveal a glistening pink hole.

"Christ, kid…" Tony breathes, "if I didn't know any better, I'd think you're trying to give me a heart attack."

"Uncle Tony…" Peter protests and wiggles in place.

Tony only groans at that and comes closer. He wants to touch his nephew so badly… He has to force himself not to reach out and just do it.

"What were you using?" he says to distract himself.

"I, uh, took some of the vegetable oil when I first tried…" Peter admits, shyly, "But, um, this time, I took one of the lubricant bottles you had in the nightstand? I hope you don't mind…"

Tony wants to shake his head at the vegetable oil comment but he's glad Peter isn't using it anymore. He only wants the best for Peter and he wants the kid to feel good too. Subpar tools, even if they work, just aren't good enough for his boy.

"Not at all," Tony says reassuringly, "it's better, isn't it?"

"Yeah, definitely better," Peter agrees breathlessly. One hand inches closer to his glistening hole. "Wanna see, Uncle Tony?"

His cock wants him to do more than just observe but Tony knows that waiting is worth it, especially if he gets to see Peter playing with himself.

He licks his lips.

"Yeah, baby, show me what you were doing…" Tony says. His voice drops to a low, intimate murmur.

His nephew, excited and so eager to please, squirms in place. Maybe even rubs his hard cock against the bedsheets.

"The stuff I read said to go slow," Peter says as he starts to nudge a finger in. "Go slow and use lots of lube."

Tony hums in agreement as his nephew starts to dip his finger in and out. He watches hungrily as that single finger pushes in smoothly. The boy's tight little rim clamps down, basically clinging to the small intrusion before Peter slips it back out. It's the worst kind of tease, watching his beautiful boy's body begging to be filled.

"One finger feels okay… Two is…" Peter cuts off with a hitched gasp as he adds another.

"Tight…?" Tony suggests.

"Mm… ah… y-yeah…" his nephew groans.

Tony comes even closer and lays a hand on Peter's trembling flank.

"Uncle Tony–"

"Shh," Tony soothes the boy, "Just touching you, kid, not gonna try to press hard or anything."

Peter's skin is warm beneath his fingertips, but he longs to feel the jump of muscles under his palms. Later, he tells himself.

The boy settles down, grudgingly accepting that Tony is being careful. Maybe part of it is that he wants his uncle to touch him as much as Tony wants to.

"Breathe, sweetheart," Tony instructs, "Breathe and relax… Bear down when you push in and it'll help."

The boy obeys beautifully, those slim fingers nudging in slowly when he inhales. A soft whimper escapes him when he does it.

"Don't rush it," Tony gently tells him. "You gotta work for it, Pete. Get your hole used to being stretched like this."

He knows what it's like being an overeager teen, knows that there's been a hunger in his nephew every time he's handled Tony's cock. How long Peter's wanted him, perhaps Tony will never know.

"That's it, kid," Tony encourages when Peter's body relaxes, melting into the bed. "You're gonna have to put another one… Gotta stretch yourself good for my cock. Your fingers are so small compared to what you want… You do want my cock in you, don't you, Pete?"

The boy shudders and whimpers, wrist flexing and fingers pumping faster at Tony's words.

"I do, Uncle Tony…" Peter groans, "Want you to put it in me…"

Tony caresses the boy's side soothingly, still light enough that Peter doesn't protest. Not only that, but the boy actually arches into his touch with a soft moan.

"I will," Tony promises, "as long as you're ready for me."

His cock throbs in his pants and he's tempted to ask Peter to help him out of them. But his nephew looks so caught up in the moment, eyes squeezed shut in concentration as he works himself loose for Tony.

Tony sneaks a hand to the band of his sweatpants and nudges it down. He hasn't bothered to wear underwear since Peter's been so greedy for his cock so his sweatpants are the only obstacle.

"One more finger, baby," Tony says soothingly, "One more then–" he presses his cock, blood warm and so hard, against the boy's ass and Peter's eyes fly open at the touch.

"Oh–!" He leans up to get a look and his eyes lock on the older man's cock.

Tony, himself, loves the view. His cock is ready, swollen to an intimidating size with prominent veins decorating the length. His cockhead, a deeper color than the rest of him, is already damp at the slit.

With Peter's eyes on him, Tony nudges his cock forward toward the boy's fingers stretching his hole apart. The cockhead bumps against them and his breath hitches in his throat.

"Oh, God…" Tony hears Peter moan.

Those slim fingers retract, leaving Peter's pink hole to close around nothing. It looks so desperate, lubed up and ready to be fucked but not quite yet.

Even so, Tony takes the opportunity to rub his cock right there, his sensitive tip brushing against Peter's equally sensitive hole. The boy shudders and he even rocks back, trying to get his uncle's cock to slip into him.

But Tony makes sure that besides teasing them both, his cock doesn't press in.

"One more, kid," Tony reminds him. He reaches over and nudges the lube towards Peter. "Add more, too. You'll need a lot more if you want my cock inside you."

A soft whine is all Tony gets but Peter hastily obeys because he knows Tony's won't continue if he doesn't. The cap is popped off and more lube is added to the boy's wet fingers. It's probably more than he actually needs but Tony isn't going to call him out on it.

"Good boy…" Tony murmurs when Peter returns to the task.

He presses three fingers to that soft little hole. The excess lube drips down and Tony catches it with the tip of his cock. While Peter starts to finger himself, Tony lightly spreads the excess lube along his length. He wants to be ready for the boy, too.

His breathing is harsh but Peter's is even more evident. The boy is moaning, eyes watching his uncle while he gets used to the stretch.

He has three fingers nudged in now. The skin around his hole is rosy and wet as he works his fingers in and out slowly. Soft, sloppy sounds combine with his moans and Tony decides to add to it.

"See, I knew you could take it, baby," Tony praises him, "Three fingers… Almost ready for me..."

"'m ready… So ready, Uncle Tony," Peter swears, cheeks red and hips rocking.

His fingers push in deeper, past the second knuckle, and his entire body shudders. He's trying so hard to show Tony that he can take it.

"I know, baby… I know," Tony murmurs softly. "Take em out, Pete. Gonna put my cock inside now."

A soft exhale then a soft moan as Peter extracts his fingers. "Ah…"

The pink little hole, worked open to accommodate his cock, slowly closes but in those few seconds, Tony can imagine what his nephew would look like with a gape. He just wants the use of his hands so that he can spread the boy apart with his thumbs and just tease him there with his cock until neither of them can take it anymore.

"God, Pete… The things you do to me…" Tony groans when he presses his cock right against that wet hungry hole. "Wanna just… do really bad things to you, Pete… Wanna fuck this tight hole of yours until you're loose and dripping with me… Wanna make you mine..."

The boy whines and rocks against him. This time, Tony doesn't pull away. He groans when he feels the inviting heat of Peter's hole slowly opening around his glans. So warm and tight…

"You can, Uncle Tony," Peter pants, "if you want to… I want it too, please…"

Tony breathes in harshly then slowly starts to sink in.

Despite Peter's efforts, the sheer size of Tony's cock is still so much to take for someone as inexperienced as his nephew. Peter gasps and his hand clenches in the sheets, hips instinctively pulling away from the penetration.

It's still just the tip but Tony pauses anyway.

"Keep going…?" Tony gives Peter the option to tap out but the boy shakes his head adamantly. Those endearing brown curls bounce as he rejects the very idea.

"N-No!" Peter's voice shakes and his entire body trembles. "I-It's a lot…"

More deep breaths but Tony could see the boy trying to relax.

Tony leans down so his chest presses lightly against Peter's back. Gently, he slips a hand around the boy's hip and between his legs.

He finds Peter's hard cock and gently rubs it, up and down, with his fingers. The cast makes the movement clumsy and it takes away from Tony feeling the warm, heavy weight but it does the job.

Peter whines and grows restless beneath him, body tight with growing pleasure but also softer and more welcoming.

"More, Uncle Tony…" Peter groans. He reaches back, tries to spread himself open with one hand for the older man.

It's too tempting to resist… Tony nips the boy's shoulder before he straightens himself. His hands aren't healed enough to carry the weight of his body and he's not chancing the possibility that they have to stop because he hurt himself again.

His cock sinks in slowly. Inch by inch, he works his erection into the boy's body with short, gentle thrusts. He has to, for his sake and Peter's.

The boy is so tight around him and everything about it is too much… It's not just the sensation either, though the heat and pressure around him are enough to leave him breathless.

It's the fact that it's Peter. It's his nephew that's making him feel good. The boy's moans are what's making Tony unravel, those soft whimpers and the eager, almost desperate way that his body silently begs for more.

When he gets that last inch inside, they're both panting with exertion. Peter's knuckles are white where they're curled in his sheets but everything else about him is full of color.

The tips of his ears are red, his lips, a trembling pink, and his shoulders… Down to where that pink little hole, stretched so tightly around his cock.. That, too, is such a rosy color and Tony's barely even put it to use...

Tony runs a hand down the boy's trembling back and Peter melts into the touch.

"Too much, sweetheart?" Tony asks. His voice is strained, his entire body is struggling not to just fall into instinct.

"'m okay," Peter whimpers, "m okay…"

Despite saying so, Tony gives him as much time to adjust as he can. It's only when the boy becomes restless once more that Tony starts to move.

When he does, he intentionally seeks out that sweet spot in Peter's body.

One of the reasons why he hates not being able to touch Peter is because he couldn't stimulate that spot inside him. He couldn't show Peter all those sensitive areas that could have pleasure bursting like fireworks.

He intends to do that now.

Every push in and every pull out threatens his control but he grits his teeth and bears it. Peter moves with him, clumsy and unrefined, just trying to fall into the rhythm that Tony sets. Tony guides him into it with a hand lightly set on his hip.

His fingers itch to press down but Tony focuses on his initial task.

Peter is just so receptive, so eager for this… He moans and cries out with every thrust but Tony knows when he finds his sweet spot. With his hips angled just right, Peter's entire body jolts when Tony's cock brushes right there where he needs it.

"Mm!" The boy cries out. His hips push back harshly, chasing after that shock of pleasure.

"There it is…" Tony groans and aims for it again and again. "Found your sweet spot, Pete."

"U-Uncle Tony…!" Peter cries out. More words try to come out but all he can manage is a jumble of moans and whimpers.

The moans that come out of the boy are on a whole other level. They're high pitched with shock and it melts into drawn out whines even as he pushes back desperately.

Tony gives it to him just like he wants, just like they both want. Their bodies fall into a perfect rhythm, Peter pushing back while Tony fucks forward.

Pleasure is shared between them in a continuous loop, strengthening with each pass. It's not sustainable though and Tony feels it the moment Peter comes from being fucked.

That tight, warm space he's made for himself in Peter's body just clenches down so viciously that Tony's thrusting aborts. His eyes squeeze shut as he tries not to blow his load right then and there.

"Oh– oh, fuck, Pete…" Tony grunts. "You coming, baby…? Fuck–"

Peter whimpers beneath him and when Tony's hand slips between his legs, he finds wetness on the sheets and dripping down his thighs.

"You, too–" Peter groans once he's regained speech, body clenching down and massaging Tony's cock. "Please, Uncle Tony… Want you to finish, too…"

Tony hissed but he starts up again with harsh thrusts that have his hips slapping against Peter's ass. He isn't going to last long, especially now that he knows Peter's already come.

Sweat drips down from his hairline and the older man grunts in exertion. Peter just lays there, his entire body willing and accepting every thrust.

And then, just like before, he reaches back and spreads his cheeks apart for his uncle. Tony gets the perfect view of his cock stretching that pink hole apart…

"Come in me, Uncle Tony," Peter begs softly. "Please, Uncle Tony, wanna feel it… Wanna feel you come inside…"

"Pete– Oh, fuck, Pete…!" It's enough to push Tony over the edge.

He buries his cock right to the root and his balls press tight as he starts to unload inside his sweet, begging nephew.

He groans in completion and it's accompanied by Peter's soft whimpers as he's being filled. The pleasure overwhelms him and it's so good that it almost hurts.

He doesn't know if it's intentional or not, but Peter's tight walls milking his cock becomes too much. He's too sensitive in the aftermath.

Tony pulls out with a hiss then groans when his cum comes spilling out and drips down in thick trails.

Immediately, Peter's fingers are there, so curious and tracing over his used hole and Tony's cum seeping out of it. The look in his eyes is full of wonder and somehow, still so hungry when he looks at Tony.

And God help him, Tony can't resist him. Doesn't even want to.

He's still panting and coming down from his high when he says, "C'mere, sweetheart."

Peter goes eagerly, arms wrapping around Tony's body and face tipped up with a pleased smile.

"Was that good, Uncle Tony?" Peter asks sweetly. There isn't even a hint of insecurity in his voice, he knows his uncle so well now.

Tony wraps his arms around Peter's waist, pulling him close and kissing those irresistible lips.

"The best, Pete, the best," Tony tells him. "You always take such good care of me…"

The boy nuzzles close, so affectionate, so perfect.

"Always will, Uncle Tony," Peter promises and Tony knows he means it.

There's no stopping what they have now.

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The Helping Hand

This is a Repost from my Ao3 I wanted to bring it to Tumblr. As I was editing the last chapter I decided to go a different direction than on Ao3. So moving forward the story will be different.

Word Count: 2200 approx

Summary: Y/N Krast Illegitimate Daughter of Tony Stark. Product of an unwanted teen pregnancy. What would Howard Stark be capable of doing to assure his sons future? What will happen when Tony meets our Beautiful, young, genius, rich philanthropist.

Tw: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Drug use, Drug addiction, Teen Pregnancy, Slight Stalking. (If there are any I missed please tell me.)

Ch.6

Chapter 7: Time is Running

Ch.8

The pain is unbearable and the bright light just isn't helping. You start to see shadowy figures around you, you close your eyes again trying to focus. You feel cold, then suddenly a hand in your own. You turn to see who it belongs to, you're slightly surprised to see Tony there holding your hand. He stands when he realizes you've woken up. He's saying something but you can't quite put it together.

"What-what happened to me?" Your voice is dry and hoarse. Suddenly Bruce is at your side as well. "Well, that's what we want to know Y/N." You look at them confused. "I-i don't know what this is, but it's happened before…" They both look at you intrigued, prompting you to continue. "When I was little I was really sick in and out of the hospital. Until one day it got very bad, long story short I had heart surgery." Still not getting the point you continue.

"And I had this dream, it felt exactly like this. My mom was there…" You say to finish your statement. "Your mom?" Tony repeats walking towards you. You simply nod. "What did she tell you… anything important?" He asks rather impatiently. "She's dead… my- my dad he's alive." You say quietly like you didn't want to believe it. Tony and Bruce share a look, but you don't mention it. "I don't know what happened." You sigh again "Did you check my Heart?" Your question seems to knock them out of their daze.

"No we didn't, your vitals were stable… Um, do you want me to?" You nod. "It's for the best, considering what happened last time." He begins to walk out “Bruce I would appreciate your discretion on the matter. No need to worry the team.” He hesitates but ultimately agrees. You watch him walk out and turn to Tony. “I’m going to ask that you do the same.” He goes to speak but you stop him before he can start. “Tony, please I don't need their pity, and therefore mentioned yours.” He sighs in hindsight he should have told them but he didn’t and you appreciated him for it.

The next couple of hours Bruce spent running tests on you. You knew something was wrong when he decided to re-test for “better images”. Just as he’s about to walk away and run the said test for the third time you stop him. “What’d you find Bruce, be honest with me running the damn test again won’t change the results.” He rubs the bridge of his nose and sighs. “It just doesn’t make scene Y/n, earlier when I ran these tests everything was fine, and now your results are all over the place.” He gives you a worried look. “When Wanda tried to look into your mind she said you were blocked off she couldn’t get through the barrier. I think It was keeping you stable Y/n.”

“So you’re saying that whatever is happening to me Is keeping me alive?” He nods and builds on his theory. “It’s like a survival instinct it kicks in when you’re in danger.” You scoff and rub your hands together. “More like imminent death, show me my heart scans.” He walks off and hands them to you. “Oh, fuck me. That’s bad isn’t it?” He nods. “The surgery you had did not fix the initial heart issue you had, It actually got worse with time.”

You close your eyes trying to calm your thoughts. “What does this mean Bruce can we do something?” He sighs “You’re gonna want to talk to Tony about this, Maybe he can do something with the arc reactor. Maybe Vision could help us; he won’t tell anyone.” He adds quickly at the end. “Y/n they need to know about this…” You cut him off “No, Vision, Tony, and you need to know about this. There isn’t anything the rest of the team can do.” You stand from the examination table and clothe yourself. Bruce didn’t want to look but curiosity took over. “Y/n where’d you get those?” he asks quietly looking at the scars on our back. “Bruce the Foster Care System is fucked.” you say while putting your shirt on. “Do-do you want to find your father?” He asked another question this time you freeze in place.

“Bruce, thin ice bud.” You say walking away. As soon as you walk out you see the team sitting in the common room. “Steve, Pietro, Nat, Wanda I owe you all an explanation…” When you try to continue Natasha stops you. “Y/n you owe us nothing, when you’re ready to talk we’ll be here waiting.” she says casually. You look around the room and everyone is agreeing which is odd. Something is going on, they know something you don't, you look at Steve, his eyes immediately shift away from yours. “You are all terrible liars.” You state bluntly, them being closed off huddling together after all the “we’re a family, we’ll be here” crap just makes you less inclined to ever open up to them.

“Vision, Tony and Banner want to talk to you.” You say changing your attention to the synthezoid currently floating in the corner of the room. He simply nods and phases through a wall. You stare blankly at the wall, a ‘that’s new’ leaving your lips. Not minding the rest of the team behind you, you leave them there heading back to the lab. "Right have you gotten Vision onboard." He simply nods. "Y/n I have to ask your heart since when has that been going on." Vision asks and you nod "When I was dropped off at the hospital as a baby I had minor non invasive surgeries, later on I got this bad boy." You point out lifting your shirt to reveal a rather large scar.

"Y/n would you mind if I accessed your medical files." You ceded "It's fine do what you must. Bruce? Um thanks for all of this... What's your estimate?" You ask quickly he almost didn't catch it. "Y/n you don't need to know that." Your anger rising "The hell I do Banner. Look I don't have my affairs in order. I need you to tell me whether or not I should get started on that. Or I could just ask Vision." He shakes his head. "At the deterioration rate your heart tissues are in I'd say 4,5 months." That takes you by surprise and it takes you a moment to process. You look up at him, your smile faltering, you nod and head out of the lab.

Surprisingly a certain red head was waiting for you outside the lab. You walk up to her "Do you want to go get that dinner you promised?" She's surprised by your sudden invitation, but you don't back down. "I would love to." You nod. She clears her throat "so what's actually going on with you?" She tries to ask casually but ultimately fails. "I won't ask about your little secret and you won't ask about my little episode. Sound good? I just want to enjoy the night." She nods and you both make your way to the elevator. The walk to the restaurant was pleasant. “So tell me Y/n how’d you become the billionaire you are today?” You laugh at her phrasing no one’s ever asked you that. “I wouldn't paint myself in that light but I guess I am a billionaire, but I’m smart.” She scoffs “So, Tony’s also smart, tell me something I don't already know.”

“Fine, let me think… I had Howard that's how I did all of this I guess if it wasn't for him I would probably be on the streets.” She stops walking. “Another fun fact, that for my 12th birthday he gave me my first Million Euros.” She tilted her head. “Why Euros you may be asking yourself? He said ‘Y/n anyone can give you money, but I, I got you the best money there is.” Natasha broke out in laughter. “So Howard was rich, that must have been like culture shock.” You nod. “Well It should have been, but when your bestfriend gets a private island for her birthday your expectations change.” You mention casually. “Who is this best friend of yours?” She asks curiously. “Remember when we ‘met’ the coffee place? My friend Jenna owns the place.”

“What is she doing working at a Coffee shop?” She asks Intrigued. “Well, her family comes from old money. And something that usually comes with old money is strings. So she cut herself off.” Nat shakes her head. “That must’ve been hard.” You nod. “It was but by then I had my own money I could help her out when she really needed it.” You stop abruptly and turn to nat. “I can't believe I almost forgot, there's this place that has the best grilled cheese I’ve ever had!” You basically drag her down the street to the food truck. “Thank God! It's still here.” You exclaim trying to catch your breath.

“See, I was thinking candlelit, waiters and wine!” She mentions jokingly you give her a playful glare and proceed to order. “You see I’m not the wine and dine type of Girl.” she chuckles “I’m beginning to see that.” You take the first bite and it’s like heaven on earth. “It’s still as good as I remember.” You say in between bites. Natasha can only nod “You know you eat like a child right?” you fain being offended “Nat I’ll have you know I have the most refined palate. You can't tell me It’s not good. ”She hums taking another bite of her grilled cheese. “I never said it was bad Y/n.” She teases. Her eyes met yours and for a moment it felt like it was just you and her. When suddenly the world your eyes have created is brought to an abrupt stop.

“Y/n is that you?” fuck… “It’s me Zack from last night.” How can this keep getting worse. You turn your head towards Zack meeting his gaze. “Yeah, I remember you. My new favorite barista, thanks for helping me out yesterday.” You say plastering on the most artificial smile you could. “You like Doc’s too, I used to come here as a kid with my parents.” Your demeanor falters at the mention of his parents. “Yeah, It's my favorite. It was nice to see you Zack, but we gotta go see you around.” You take hold of Nat's hand and walk away from him. Once you're a safe distance away you let go and finally notice that you're breathing is of the charts. “Sorry that guy just creeps me out.” You say while catching your breath. “You could’ve fooled me. Your favorite barista?”

“Nat? Are you jealous… Cause if you are.” You stop talking when you notice her glaring at you. “He’s not my favorite barista far from it. Who would’ve thought an international spy Jealous.” She scoffs “I think you’re getting ahead of yourself Y/n. We haven't even gone out.” Now it's your turn to laugh “We haven't? Then what is this we’re doing?” The words in Natasha's mouth go away. She's left there opening and closing her mouth. "Right, now how about you pick dessert?" You say changing the subject. She nods "How does Ice cream sound, I know a really good place around here."

"That sounds Perfect." You hum as you start walking. "You know Zack, he's a horrible person. He's not in my good graces I guess is what I'm trying to get at." You mumble. She turns to you with a worried look. "Y/n are you okay? We can go back if you're not feeling well." She states taking hold of your shoulder. "No I'm okay I just wanted to clear the air." She nods and you continue walking. Once you make it to the ice cream shop you order and sit in a both. "So Y/n If you don't like Zack why pretend?" She asks "To put it simply he doesn't remember who I am hence what he did to me."

"What are you planning to do with this guy then?" She continues down the same road. "Nothing… It's not my priority right now." You say taking another bite of your ice cream. "So Natasha tell me about you. Yes, I know it might be surprising you might have picked up on how I like to make things about me. It's your turn now tell me something I don't know." You say and she chuckles. "I was beginning to think you'd never ask." She teases. "Well I'm Russian. I was trained to be the best assassin there is and I was until Barton recruited me." You nod.

"See we've already got something in common. You have Clint I had Howard." She laughs at the fact that you completely flew over the International Assassin part. "I would like to do this again some time… of course if you want to too I mean." You go on. "Nat, are you listening to me?" You notice her eyes looking elsewhere. "Y/n he followed us here." You almost drop your ice cream. "He what?" She takes your hand. "Zack creepy guy followed us here. I'm starting to think he does remember you."

#natasha x y/n #avengers #marvel #pietro maximoff #tony stark #wanda x reader #natasha romanoff #reader x avengers #wanda maximoff #fanfic #elizabeth olsen #maria stark #howard stark #maya hansen #black widow

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Lemon cake | Baekhyun

Lines 6. “I need a place to stay.”, 8. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”, 16. “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”

Summary: There is this boy who just won’t leave you alone, no matter which time of the day, and no matter how much your cat despises him.

Genre: Fluff!!, Cheeky Baek

Word Count: 2k

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„This is definitely NOT happening right now.”

You felt a familiar warmth creeping up your cheeks, a feeling all too familiar.

And all you could tell was that it wasn’t a blush of a pleasant feeling of any sort, it was the angry and flaming blush which was an evident signal of you starting to loose all your cool.

And you nearly did loose all your remaining cool in one go as soon as you looked down on your bathroom floor where you were crouching.

As good as half of your previously perfectly cleaned and shining bathroom floor was now all covered in little cat treats which fell from the ripped open packaging, leaving annoying crumbs on your new jeans, on the floor where they fell, some of them rolling away through the entire bathroom and stopping just when they hit the side of your bathtub.

Usually, you would take the scissors to open something like this neatly, but not knowing why, just today you decided to open it solely with your hands.

And just today, in that precise moment when you were about to open it with intention to surprise your cat with new snacks, your doorbell which unfortunately was loud as freak decided to invade the peaceful silence of your apartment and startle you almost to death, the result of it being you literally ripping the packaging open and creating a great mess.

Well, not that it was the doorbell which rang on its own and decided to make you hate this morning, but rather the person standing outside and ringing it.

It was exactly seven o’clock in the morning, and since you didn’t expect anyone at this early hour anyway, your blood started to boil once again as you could already tell who it was.

You let out a loud annoyed groan, slowly standing up. You didn’t even think of cleaning up the current mess present in your bathroom right now, you went out and made sure to close the door so that your cat couldn’t barge in and eat everything at once.

You would deal with it later.

Now, you needed to deal with another, much more nerve pulling problem.

You grabbed your phone which was laying on a little white table in your long corridor, throwing one quick glance at the screen to confirm your suspicion on who was behind your door just now.

Ten missed calls.

Twenty five unread messages.

And two snaps.

An almost disgusted expression made its way on your beautiful face, you let out yet another groan and walked towards your door.

You stopped right in front of it, wondering that maybe, just maybe, you could pretend as if you weren’t at home, but you decided that it wouldn’t do much now, as your annoyed groans were probably too loud to fail to hear, even through the closed thick door.

You didn’t even care or try to mask your pained expression as you decisively swung the door open, revealing a sight all too familiar to you.

Way too familiar, you weren’t even seeing your own reflection as often as what was before you at your doorstep.

„Are you waking up looking already like an ethereal goddess?”

You squinted your eyes, contemplating whether to just slam the door and lock it, disable the doorbell, and throw your phone through the window or just deal with it again.

You gave the light haired boy at your doorstep a look full of an unmasked disapproval, regretting taking so long to think, given that even if you really wanted it was already too late to slam the wooden door in his face as he smoothly slid past you into your apartment.

„Byun Baekhyun.” You said through your gritted teeth, trying to be as calm as you could.

The said boy turned around, placing his hand on the closed door next to your head.

What in the world was it, a move taken from some Korean drama?

„Y/L/N Y/N.” He mirrored you, saying your own name. „Why aren’t you answering me? I called you what feels like million times.”

„Yeah, figures, it was ten times, ten times too much.” You said, crossing your arms on your chest.

„Wh-”

„Baekhyun, I swear, how many times did I already tell you to stop following me around like some puppy.” You said as you pushed his hand away and proceeded to walk through your corridor to the living room, him just following closely behind you without adding anything.

Before you entered your living room, you abruptly turned around to face him, making him pretty much hit his head on the doorframe.

Well deserved.

„You are seriously like a man-child. You know that?” You asked rhetorically.

„My mom told me to follow my dreams, so that’s what I’ve been doing past these two months.” Baekhyun said, as if it was the most casual thing to say.

You only squinted your eyes again in response. „That was so bad.”

„Was it?” He walked past you into your living room, stopping by your white couch and tracing circles on the soft pillows with his finger. „I think it wasn’t.”

Alright, no, he was starting to ramble on.

You couldn’t continue talking like this, not when his sole presence was already driving you mad by now.

„Dude, I swear” You muttered under your nose. „So what do I owe this wonderful visit this time? And why are you looking as if a military van ran you over? Did you even sleep last night?” You questioned, critically observing the state he was in.

His light hair looked a little damp, whilst the visible redness of his chocolate eyes and dark circles underneath them looked like an evident lack of solid sleep.

Baekhyun let out a deep breath, playing with the silver ring on his finger. „Um. I need a place to stay.”

„You need what?” You widened your eyes. „Listen, I know you have load of friends. Go ask your boys!” You spat, wondering who did he think he was.

Whoever he thought himself to be, he wasn’t.

„But the question is, why do you need a place to stay out of nowhere?” You asked.

„Well” He started. „My mom left for a business trip and I, um, I don’t have the keys to our apartment. I forgot them inside.” He said, sounding at least a LITTLE bit ashamed of himself.

„And where were you last night?”

„I was out for drinks and stuff with friends...” He bent over your couch, resting his elbows on the pillows and massaging his temples.

„W-wait, wait.” You paused. „Baekhyun, are you drunk?” You asked the boy incredulously.

After hearing your question, he immediately straightened himself, as if trying to look composed even though it was obvious that he looked everything else but that. „I feel fine.”

You just couldn’t believe this.

„Dude, how baked are you?” You asked even more incredulously. „Haha, baked, Baekhyun, get it? Okay, never mind.” You quickly disappeared into your kitchen before he could make any comment on your obviously bad joke.

You opened the cupboard, looking for black tea for him, hoping that it would be able to shake him more awake and return clarity to his mind.

Just as you were opening the little elegant tea box, you heard Baekhyun’s voice coming from the living room.

„Awe, Earl Grey!”

You took a look at the tea bag in your hand. „Yeah, I’m making you earl grey!” You shouted back, not thinking much.

But then you almost burned yourself with the hot steaming water for tea, as the next thing you heard was a loud, not content meow.

Your cat must’ve woken up and come into the living room, judging by the tone of his meowing not being particularly happy about what he had found there.

You should’ve realized right away as soon as you heard Baekhyun’s voice, unfortunately the damage had been already done.

Your cat’s name was Earl Grey.

And he absolutely hated Baekhyun.

You thought that there wasn’t any particular reason for why Earl Grey visibly despised the careless boy, given that he was always nice to your cat every time he showed up.

You quickly filled the prepared cup with water and rushed into the living room.

You expected to be met with a very questionable scene, but instead you found only your beloved cat sitting on the couch and looking straight at you with big eyes.

Baekhyun was nowhere to be seen.

„Earl Grey, my baby, where did our baked Baek disappear?” You asked as you crouched in front of your couch and lovingly hugged Earl Grey, giving him a little kiss on his soft little forehead.

You went to the corridor again, looking around you.

Where did he go?

„Baekhyun?” You called.

Nothing.

„Baekhyun!”

Still nothing.

You already wanted to let out a loud groan once again, when you noticed a movement inside your bedroom.

Without hesitation you barged into your bedroom, your arms falling to your sides as you saw the view before you.

Baekhyun was there, unceremoniously laying on your bed, on your NEW soft covers, one leg on the mattress whilst the other one on the floor, eating the cake you left on your desk and leaving small cake crumbs all over the green and white pastel sheets.

„This is sick.” You said, surprisingly feeling the urge to let out a laugh, struggling to hold it back. „You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”

You came closer to your bed, kneeling next to it and looking at Baekhyun who now was just staring at the ceiling.

„Baek, I made you some black tea. Go and drink it.” You said.

He slowly turned to his side, facing you. His eyes looked sleepy now.

Well, no wonder if he pulled an all-nighter with drinks.

You slightly widened your eyes as he suddenly caught you off guard by very gently taking your hand. „Will you like me if I drink it?” He asked, his eyes fixed on yours. „I just want you to look more kindly at me... I just want you to like me too...” His words were becoming always softer and quieter, as if fading with every second, his sleepiness taking over.

You didn’t know what it was, but you felt as if something just melted in your heart at this sight, the corner of your lips lifting ever so slightly at the sound of these mumbled innocent confessions.

Not even a minute later, Baekhyun was completely asleep, still holding onto your hand.

You could tell that he really needed that sleep, so you decided to just let him be.

You hesitated a little as you reached your hand out to trace a soft line on his forehead, gently brushing away the loose locks of light blonde hair fallen on his closed eyes.

His breathing was calm and even, given how quickly he fell asleep he must’ve been really beyond exhausted.

You carefully slid your hand out of his hold, placing a little panda bear plushie on the spot where your hand was before quietly leaving your room and going back to the living room.

You plopped on the couch next to Earl Grey who, now laying there and playing with his little mouse plushie, seemed to already forget about what happened there earlier.

You intertwined your fingers, looking at some invisible point in the space of your four walls.

„He will drink the tea if I will like him, huh?” You said to yourself.

You shifted in your seat, sitting more comfortably and reaching your hand out to gently scratch your cat behind the ear.

„Well, about not liking him, it is actually just you who he should worry about, right Earl Grey?”

Your cat immediately looked at you, as if he understood clearly what you just said. He stopped playing with his plushie and softly bumped his head on your arm, looking in the direction of your room.

„You will give him a chance?” You asked, placing your hand on your cat’s little fluffy head.

You turned your head to look to the corridor yourself.

„Yeah, maybe I should too.”

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missroseotua · 3 years

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Introducing Rose! Sans, an UNDERTALE Out! Code character— a character who lives outside the boundaries of their AU (if they have one) and wanders across the multiverse.

BACKSTORY:

Rose! Sans was created with one sole purpose; wander and observe each and every AU.

He fulfills his duty to soothe his hungry, yearning curiosity for adventure, as well as gathering essential information for his creator, a fandom fanatic named Miss Rose, who is in the process of making a logbook of every UNDERTALE AU in the multiverse. This special logbook would serve as a future book of inspiration for Miss Rose, who plans on making the perfect AU for Rose! Sans using all the concepts and ideas gathered from all the other AUs.

Rose! Sans currently does not have his own AU, so he spends his free time (when he’s not on duty) in a personalized void he calls “The Garden of Memories”, which in short is a void filled with a vast stash of items, antiques and other bizarre things he found in his adventures in other AUs. Miss Rose also spends her time in the void, usually chatting with Rose! Sans or filling her logbook with a cup of tea by her side.

Rose! Sans, when fulfilling his work in wandering and observing AUs, he cannot, at any cost, interact with any of the AUs’ characters. This might result in the AU changing their course of storyline due to the realization of his presence and may possibly end up ruining the AU itself.

He usually spends his time in the shadows, hidden from sight from the characters, and sneaks stealthily around the little nooks and crannies of the AU. He sketches out in a little note pad the environment of each location in the AUs and notes the general themes displayed in all of them, as well as exploring hidden secrets in each tiny spot. His favourite places to spend his time are in the Waterfall areas of the underground of the AU, as it makes him feel at ease and at peace with himself, helping him calm down from his sometimes overwhelming job.

He observes each character from afar, writing down quick notes on their dialogues and their unique attitudes and behaviourism. He often feels lonely knowing he could never talk or even be noticed by to them, despite him knowing and relating so much to them, but he perseveres despite his yearns to be heard and carries on. He’s not completely alone, however, as he has Miss Rose and other Out! Codes he can talk to.

Miss Rose, one day, hesitantly accepted Rose! Sans’s pleads to interact with the Out! Codes, and after her millionth worried mom lecture on how he should be careful around them since they’re the most powerful beings in the multiverse and blah blah blah, he was free to interact with them. Like a child being allowed to a sleepover, Rose! Sans squealed with glee and quickly headed off to see his future Out! Code allies…

PERSONALITY (TL;DR at end of section):

Rose! Sans a naturally curious individual, and he always looks forward to adventures that may come his way. He’s not reckless, however, since he is quite prudent when it comes to putting himself or others in danger, an example being not being seen by characters in other AUs to maintain harmony in the AU.

Rose! Sans sometimes thinks a bit too highly of himself, and he may come off as a bit of a bragger due to him being showered with love and praise from Miss Rose all the time, as well as the underlying fact that he’s been on his own for most of his life, but he does genuinely care for the people close to him and he puts his needs aside to help others in dire need. This strong loyalty makes him a bit gullible at times, due to him not having much social experience with others as he cannot pick up a few undertones and red flags in discussions, making him an easy prey to manipulative enemies and an annoyance to sarcastic people.

Rose! Sans is a very talkative and is an overall energetic individual, yet surprisingly and contradictorily enough, he’s shy. He, due to not having talked to many people, can come off as a bit aloof and snobby at first, but once you get to know and understand him better, he slowly reveals his secret bubbly and ecstatic self, almost completely changing his behaviour towards others in the span of a few hours. With mutual acquaintances or strangers, he acts very awkwardly and can come off as strange. Due to him only having few but very close friends, he puts all his efforts into them and can be too trusting, which is yet another thing that manipulators can take advantage of.

Rose! Sans is a good listener and can empathize well with others (even despite his small narcissistic hints) since his whole purpose is to observe, so if you ever need someone to vent to, he’s here. He’ll happily keep your secrets, too!

TL;DR: Overall, Rose! Sans is a curious, adventurous, energetic, sometimes naive and braggy, but caring individual who is loyal to the bone!

RELATIONSHIPS:

Miss Rose:

Rose! Sans has a mother-son and best-friend relationship with Miss Rose, him being her own creation, after all. They’re very at ease in each other’s presence and they often joke and poke fun around their void, talking joyously about everything and of nothing. Their favourite thing to do together is obsess over various films and fandoms by chatting non-stop about their character crushes. They both like to draw together and occasionally write stories of the things they’ve seen in the multiverse.

Miss Rose, being a motherly figure to Rose! Sans, often gets worried and anxious for the safety of her creation and frequently gives him many lectures and incessant questioning about the dangers of the multiverse, much to Rose! Sans’ annoyance. He doesn’t mind them that much but he often wishes she would just get the hint that he’s gotten the point and stay quiet. Still, he loves her nonetheless and they continue on with their bizarre shenanigans without a care in the world.

Ink! Sans (created by @myebi ):

He and Ink! Sans are almost like brothers and they like to hang out with each other. Much like Rose! Sans and Miss Rose, they are at ease with each other’s presence and they both serve as each other’s playmate and occasional partner-in-crime. The two of them like to participate in artistic activities, mostly drawing and writing, but recently, Ink! Sans has introduced him to the basics of playing the flute. Rose! Sans is not very good at it yet, but he’s slowly getting there!

Both of them like teasing Error! Sans and playing around with him, much to Error’s already ongoing deep frustration with Ink, but Rose! Sans still maintains a healthy friendship with him, unlike Ink! Sans. He finds himself being the peacemaker between the two when things get too heated between the creator and the destroyer, and he ends up being the one cleaning the mess they make during their fights. He wishes sometimes they could just get along, and has at multiple occasions tried to get them to be friendlier, yet despite his efforts, it truly never works out and ends up in disappointment.

Rose! Sans has never been a victim to Ink! Sans’s empty and emotionless side, since they have been on pretty good terms most of the time, but he feels unnerved and actually a bit frightened when he sees that side of him in action, mostly during his and Error’s fights. He tries not to aggravate Ink! Sans when it happens and maintains his distance. He doesn’t hold this side against him, though, since he knows it’s uncontrollable. He lets Ink! Sans vent to him when his emotion-vials are refilled and if sadness gets the best of him.

Overall, they are good friends and they help each other grow.

Error! Sans (created by @loverofpiggies )

At first, the two of them never really interacted since Rose! Sans only really met him when Ink! Sans properly introduced him to Error, so before that, they only glanced and waved (Rose! Sans waved) when they saw each other. Then, Rose! Sans, after being introduced, became a mutual friend of his and they would occasionally chat about what they were doing in the multiverse. Rose! Sans is not very fond about what Error! Sans does with his duties, being in disapproval about the fact he destroys AUs, which can be a hassle for him when he works on discovering AUs, but he lets him be and accepts him for that. Error! Sans finds him a bit of a tiresome person when he doesn’t get his sarcasm since he can’t pick up undertones in social discussions, but he doesn’t mind much. They didn’t interact much aside from those infrequent chats.

Once Rose! Sans and Ink! Sans started playing around with Error! Sans, the two became closer in a regard that they saw each other more often and they talked more, despite Error! Sans being annoyed by him. Error! Sans grew to respect him after a bit when he realized it was Rose! Sans who prevented a lot of the arguments between him and Ink! Sans, which was a great relief to Error at times when he got extremely tired of seeing him. Rose! Sans respects his stoic and introverted nature, and he admires his quiet and peaceful lifestyle in the Antivoid.

Rose! Sans can intuitively detect when Error! Sans needs his space or when he needs to vent, which makes the both of them on good terms since Error! Sans feels that someone finally understands him. Similarly, Error! Sans understands the pain Rose! Sans feels when he can’t talk to anyone he’s seen due to his work, since he too is solitary in his work, and he helps him deal with that. During their vents, they’re normally in Outer! Tale, their favourite AU, looking up at the stars and sobbing it out. They care for each other and are there to comfort one another when the other feels lost or down.

They’re close friends and they help each other when they’re in despair.

Dream! Sans (created by @jokublog )

Rose! Sans and Dream! Sans have a mutual relationship.

Rose! Sans was introduced to him by Ink! Sans, and the two of them found one another pleasant (though Rose! Sans found Dream! Sans a bit too happy for his likes), yet they never truly established a concrete friendship unlike Rose! Sans and Error! Sans. Maybe this was because they never really talked after that since they were so busy with their other works that they didn’t get the time to talk. This means that, since they’re a mutual relationship, Rose! Sans would turn shy with him.

As they drifted, whenever Rose! Sans saw him, he would act aloof or awkward in his presence and would often slip with his words on accident. Dream! Sans finds this strange but never really thought much of it, assuming maybe he had a crush on him or he was just like that normally.

Overall, they are neutral and don’t have many social ties.

Paperjam (created by 7goodangel)

Rose! Sans and Paperjam find each other interesting and they admire one another from afar. Rose! Sans originally discovered him on his own when exploring the Antivoid, and they both just stared at each other for a bit before Rose! Sans initiated conversation. It took a while for the two of them to open up, the both of them being not socially developed— Paperjam being hardheaded and Rose! Sans being awkward— but after a bit of chatting, they found that they liked each other a lot and grew to be good friends.

Rose! Sans admires him since he’s looking for self-discovery after his creation from Error and Ink! Sans, and he supports his perseverance all the way. He admires his stubbornness and finds him cute when he tries impossible stunts. He let Paperjam vent about his past, and Paperjam found that he was one of the only people to actually care for him, so now he happily treats him like a big brother.

Paperjam admires Rose! Sans’s work, finding it cool and fun and dangerous, and wishes to join him on his adventures. Rose! Sans always profusely refuses to let Paperjam come for the sake of his own safety and the AU’s, but Paperjam will never. stop. insisting. He also admires Rose! Sans’ empathy and energy, and he likes playing with him and sketching in the Antivoid.

Rose! Sans once took Paperjam to The Garden of Memories, which was originally very precisely organized, and let’s just say that it ended up looking like a dumpster by the end of it… very messy.

Miss Rose and Rose! Sans gave Paperjam a little angry chastisement about his recklessness, to which Paperjam rudely rolled his pinpricks to, but he soon truthfully apologized and helped fix it back to the way it was before his storm of craziness. Since then, Rose! Sans and Miss Rose have given him tips on proper social conduct. He has since learned to be slightly more polite and good-mannered, though he still remains as heardheaded as usual.

Overall, Paperjam and Rose! Sans have a brotherly friendship, with Rose! Sans serving as a big-brother figure to Paperjam.

(More characters and information will be added soon! My hands are starting to get tired, plus this post is getting too long… 😅)

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one-leaf-grimoire · 3 years

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"the knight who pierced the king's heart"

Chapter 4

Summary: Julius searches for a way to tell Lisa the truth. They both learn more about each other.

Pairing: Julius x Lisa (oc)

Warnings: Lisa fails to connect many dots lol

Note: Shorter chapter but I think it's still pretty good... also as you will see this is definitely not a slow burn romance lol.

Link to full work on Ao3

They sat there together long after their lunch was gone. The atmosphere was startlingly quiet, the busy town below them seemingly miles away. The only sounds that pierced the air were their voices, as they talked and talked and talked and talked-

“Fuegoleon is probably going to kill me when I get back,” Lisa muttered to herself, cracking a grin despite that prospect. “He’s grounded me basically because of this-” She twitched her cast-encased arm. “-so I can’t go on any missions or patrols or SHIT.” She groaned, shaking her head. “I had a big list of chores to do around the base today but… er… I’m here so I’m not doing them haha.”

Julius nodded along, staring down at her as she talked. He didn’t want her to stop, there was something just so pleasant about her voice that lulled his mind into a frame he didn’t even know how to describe. Julius was used to being the person people listened too, but for once it was nice to sit back and let Lisa talk. Surprisingly, he felt very calm, even though Lisa was sitting up against the tree, her arm pressed into his. It was a casual touch, yet it felt so intimate. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get you in trouble-”

“No, it’s not your fault. I kind of like being in trouble, anyway.” Lisa giggled a little to herself. “It keeps things interesting.”

Julius giggled along with her, drawing a quick glance. She blushed and quickly looked back towards the town. “I think I understand… I get in trouble a lot too. My ad- My coworker is always yelling at me for not taking things seriously.”

“Hmm.” Lisa looked back up at him, narrowing her eyes a little. “What do you do, anyway?”

Uh oh. Julius swallowed nervously. “Well- er-” He initially planned to figure out how to gently break the news that he was, in fact, the KING, to her, but over and over again he found himself stumbling over his words. “I… I’m a librarian.”

Lisa snorted with laughter. “Librarian? You don’t seem the type.”

“What?! Why not?”

“You’re so strong! I felt up your muscles last night, remember?” Julius opened his mouth, but couldn’t make a sound as heat flushed to his face. Lisa laughed again at his reaction, shaking her head. “You must work out~”

“Yeah… you could say that.” Julius did not think about his physical shape very much; he knew he was in good shape at least. But all those years swinging around a sword as tall as he was must have had an effect along the way. “Are you strong? I don’t think I’ve had a chance to check yet~”

“Of course I am! I’m a knight, I didn't get this position by sitting around.” The flirtatious aspect of his words flew right over her head. “I don’t know how good I’m going to be with this bum arm, though.”

The two of them fell silent for a few minutes after that. Julius kept stealing glances at her, missing the glances she shot at him.

I should say something… before she leaves again. I don’t want to wait-

“Take this off.”

“What?!”

“This goofy-ass hat!”

Before he knew what was happening, Lisa was crawling nearly on top of him, grabbing the brim of his hat. Julius opened his mouth to protest, but it was too late, Lisa pulled it off and had a full view of his face.

She blinked once, then twice… then…

She broke into a grin.

“I knew it!”

Julius’s heart stopped.

She recognizes me?! At least she’s smiling-

“I knew I didn’t just dream your hair! It looks just as soft as it did last night!”

Julius was frozen, his adrenaline still high even when he realized that somehow, she did not realize who he was. Did she not look at my face at the tournament? I thought she looked in my eyes… maybe she passed out from her injury afterwards and forgot about it all? But still, this is strange-

Any coherent thought was blasted out of his mind a moment later, when Lisa just went ahead and ran one of her hands through his hair. Julius almost gasped out loud; this was the last thing he was prepared for. He blinked a few times, still getting over the shock as Lisa finally sat back, a satisfied look on her face. “What do you do to get it that soft?”

...soft…

“You… you really don’t mind getting up close and personal, do you?”

“No… do you mind?”

“... no, I don’t.”

“... Well, that was obvious…”

Her free hand was still resting on his shoulder, keeping her upright. Julius slowly realized what she meant by that last comment; both of his hands had automatically moved to her waist, to steady her and hold her away from him when she suddenly moved closer. Lisa blinked slowly, her gaze still locked onto him.

He couldn’t look away.

Those eyes… they were black and empty, with no pupils to be seen. Yet Julius couldn’t look away; he felt like he was being sucked in, closer and closer-

Her lips- they look so soft-

But, before she could lean in any father, Julius’s grip tightened, halting the movement. Lisa gulped nervously, her hand quickly retreating from his shoulder. “S-Sorry-”

“Oh, no. don’t be. Um…” Julius cleared his throat as he let up on his grip, letting Lisa sit back away from him again. That was close… God, I wanted to kiss her so bad- Part of him was absolutely giddy about how things were going. Not only did they spend the entire afternoon together, but she almost kissed him. But… he couldn’t do it, not knowing that there was still a secret between them. The last thing Julius wanted to do was take advantage of her.

“One second… I want to show you something.”

Steadying his hands, Julius finally reached up and started to pull the bandana off. In a moment, it was gone, and Lisa’s eyes widened as they fell upon his mark… the mark passed down through his family that signified that he was the king.

“... whoa…”

To his surprise, once again, Lisa’s eyes lit up.

There… she must know now… everyone with any knowledge of royalty knows that this is my crest-

“You’re just like me!”

Without hesitation, Lisa reached up and pushed back her bangs, revealing a mark on her forehead as well. It was a different shape, and Julius could have sworn that it was glowing light blue. Oh, that’s cool- But- did she seriously not recognize me at this point?! That much was clear, and Julius was shocked. So… she has absolutely no idea who I am?! Yikes, every one of my plans failed-

“What’s yours? A birthmark?”

Julius finally snapped back to attention, and nodded. “Yeah… everyone in my dad’s family has it.”

“That’s cool! So is mine!” Lisa grinned, obviously very excited to meet someone else with such an oddity. “I’ve had mine ever since I was born. My dad always thought it was cool but my mom said it was ugly! That’s why I grew out my bangs to cover it.” She shook her head a little, her smile fading at the memory. “Is it ugly?”

“No, not at all.” Julius smiled comfortingly, instinctively reaching up. Lisa found herself leaning towards his hand, as if it were a magnet and she were an iron filling. “I think it’s really neat…” His intrinsic curiosity was spiked, wondering what on earth her mark could be from. It was almost unearthly. But he quickly forgot about all that as Lisa reached forward as well, her fingers tracing over his birthmark.

“We have something in common,” she said, her voice low. “Even if it’s small… maybe we were meant to meet.”

Julius nodded, her touch sending sparks over every inch of contacted skin. “Yes… maybe we were.”

Their gazes crossed again, and this time, Julius did not stop himself. They both leaned in, their lips pressing together timidly. Lisa’s eyes were open to gauge his reaction, millimeters from him. But after that first, tense moment, she closed them, letting her lips loosen and melt into his. Julius wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, right into his lap, and let himself sink into that blissful darkness as well.

I’ll figure all that out next time… for now… I just want to enjoy being with her.

Maybe the date didn’t go as Julius expected; and Lisa didn’t even expect to have a date at all. In a way, Julius felt relief rising in his chest. Without any idea of his status or power, Lisa had looked at him with a smile, laughed with him, and told them that they were meant to meet each other.

For the first time… someone saw only Julius, and they still stayed with him.

NEXT TIME: Julius has still not found a way to reveal his identity to Lisa, and at this point, he might not... that is until a chance encounter throws all his plans out the window.

#lmao why do so many of my writings center around Julius's status making him unlovable and lonely... until SOMEONE shows up and loves him for #idk man but it's good shit #oc: lisa #julius novachrono #julius novachrono x oc #julius novachrono x reader #bc oc #fic #tkwptkh #julisa #knight au #au

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artemisegeria · 5 years

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Scarlet Vision Dating Site AU

A/N: Inspired by this list of AU prompts for the: “I signed up for a dating website to get my mom off my back” au.

Human/No powers AU

Wanda was going to kill Pietro.

She had set up an account on a dating site a year or so ago in a moment of desperation after her last bad breakup. She had checked on it for a few months before giving up. She’d focused on her friends and career since then and been perfectly happy without a relationship, but she was growing lonely again. Wanda decided to log in, for laughs if nothing else, when she saw what had happened to her profile page.

There was only one person who could have guessed her password and would have dared to mess with it. Her carefully selected picture that she had worked with Nat for hours to craft was now an image from her most awkward stage during her first year of college, when she wore braces, had been using the harshest black box dye she could find, and was flipping off the picture taker. Her interests were listed as long walks on the beach, watching Fight Club, listening to Nirvana, and planning to overthrow the government. Her bio said that all she was looking for was a strong man to take away her problems. Despite the disconnect between the different parts of her profile, Wanda had several hundred messages that she refused to open.

Insult was added to injury when the site would not allow her to make any changes without verifying her identity. Pietro had changed her security questions, too, and she could not crack them. She wished there was a chat option to contact customer service, but only a phone number was available. She dialed it and listened to the hold music, dreading the moment she would have to explain the situation. After fifteen minutes or more, a new dial tone sounded and the most beautiful voice she had ever heard greeted her on the other end. “Good evening, my name is Victor. How may I help you today?”

Wanda cringed. This would be even worse. “Uh, my brother hacked my account and I can’t fix it.”

“This happens surprisingly frequently. Do not worry.” Somehow, she felt soothed already. “May I have the name of the account?”

“Wanda Maximoff.”

Wanda could practically hear him smiling through the phone. “At least your brother did not change your name to something I don’t feel comfortable repeating. That happens frequently as well.”

“I should be grateful for small mercies, I guess.”

“And am I correct in assuming that these were not your original security questions?” His voice was slightly choked.

“Yes,” she grumbled, wondering exactly what embarrassing answers Pietro had chosen.

“I must say your brother was thorough, but there is one more thing we can try. What is the phone number associated with your account?” She gave him her cellphone number. “Ah, your brother did not think of that. I am having the system send you an authentication code by text. Once you receive it, you can enter it on the log-in page. I will stay on the line until you gain access.” She entered the code, breathing a sigh of relief when she could edit her profile.

“I’m in. Thank you.”

“You are very welcome. Good luck with your brother.”

“Thanks. Have a good night.” Once Wanda had edited her page and security questions and picked a new password, she started planning her revenge.

***

Wanda was going to kill Nat.

Wanda had edited her account to keep Pietro out. She had not anticipated Nat accepting a drunken challenge from Pietro to hack her account a second time. Nat was the one who was most cheerleading for Wanda to date again, after all.

But Nat still locked Wanda out and merely shrugged when Wanda questioned her. No threat or cajoling made Nat divulge the new password she had chosen. Wanda was left to call customer service again. She was torn between hope and dread that the man with the golden voice would answer her call a second time.

“Good evening, how may I help you?”

Her hope won out. “Hi again, my friend locked me out of my account.”

“Miss Maximoff?”

“Um, yes. You remember me?”

“Yes, I have a condition called hyperthymesia, which allows me to remember most events in my life with clarity. I can recall our conversation perfectly.”

She thought of how it would be to remember every slight or every embarrassing moment or every bit of pain so clearly. She supposed there would be benefits, but she imagined it was not all it was cracked up to be. “I’m sorry. That must be painful.”

The man did not respond for a moment, and Wanda was about to apologize when he finally said, “Thank you. You are the first person who has ever understood. No one believes me when I tell them it is not a fun experience.”

“I imagine it’s a lot to keep track of. If all your past experiences are in your mind all the time.”

“Yes, it is difficult to focus on the present.”

“When did you realize you had this.”

“I was exactly five years and six months old. My care-givers thought something was terribly wrong with me, but the doctors insisted that my condition was difficult but not dangerous.” There was a pause on the other end before the man continued, “My apologies. I do not usually talk about myself that much.”

“No, no, I’m interested. Go on.” Wanda felt that listening to him read a grocery list would be entertaining enough.

He proceeded to tell her about his life. His early life in the foster care system in England. Finding his way to the United States. Working his way through college. Being desperate to find a job to extend his visa and stumbling onto the call center job. Wanda gathered that he desperately needed someone to vent to. When he reached the present day, he apologized again. “I did not realize that so much time had passed. May I hear about you?”

Wanda told him all about her days. She found herself telling him things that she had told no one else, with the safety of an anonymous person on the other end of a phone line. They continued until Wanda heard a vaguely threatening voice wherever Victor was. “I’m sorry, Wanda. I must go. Do you want the code to unlock your account?”

“Don’t bother. But since you remember my phone number, feel free to use it any time.”

“I will take that under advisement. Have a pleasant evening, Wanda.”

“You, too, Victor. I hope you’re not in too much trouble.”

***

Wanda was going to buy Nat and Pietro a present.

She still felt that she owed them vengeance, just for the principle of the thing, but she was willing to put it aside for now. She would buy them lots and lots of presents.

She tightened her arms around Vision, resting her head between his shoulder blades. One of his hands settled on top of hers. “Good morning.” His voice was hoarse and raspy; it made him sound even sexier than usual.

“Mmm.”

“Would you like to go out for breakfast?”

“Don’t wanna leave the bed.”

“I would make you something, but I could not help but notice when you gave me the-” his voice faltered, and he cleared his throat. “…the tour of your apartment last night that you don’t have anything in your refrigerator.

Wanda smirked against his skin. “You weren’t complaining last night.”

Victor turned in her arms, kissing her deeply for a moment. “Oh, I would not dream of complaining, but I for one am rather hungry.”

Wanda’s stomach growled loudly just as Vision finished speaking. “I guess I am, too.” She yawned and stretched luxuriously. “I’ll let you drag me outside.”

They dressed and walked down the stairs to the street below. As they walked toward a nearby café hand in hand, Vision said, “Oh, I almost forgot, I think you’ll like the profiles I created for Natasha and Pietro.”

#scarlet vision #fanfiction #alternateuniversescarletvision

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schrijverr · 4 years

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Stars make you dream, but they don’t tell the future

Christmas Countdown 2019 Day 1

Dave and Klaus dream about the future together under the Christmas Stars

On AO3.

Ships: Klaus x Dave

Warnings: None really

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Klaus was looking at the stars above him. Tonight the sky was clear and the temperature quite pleasant, especially from where he was wrapped up in Dave's arms and leaning against his muscular chest.

He snuggled back some more and let his mind wonder. He missed Ben and Diego, maybe even Allison and Five or Pogo and Mom, but he didn’t long home as much as he had in the start, he had Dave now. He wasn’t going to see them ever again and he was surprisingly okay with that. He sighed deeply and tried to focus on the stars again.

Dave leaned over him, blocking the view, but giving him such a nice new one instead. Klaus smiled and Dave smiled back. Then he asked: “What’re you thinking about, darling?”

“Nothing much, just family, I guess.” Klaus replied.

“Ah, I get it.” Dave said, “This morning I was thinking about my sister and mom, they must miss me real bad, especially round this time a year. Who were you thinking ‘bout specifically?”

Klaus nodded then said: “My brothers, I guess. Ben and Diego. They aren’t even born now, me neither, wow that is kind of crazy, right Dave? Dad must be alive already, the bastard never leaves me alone, but none of us.”

Dave smiled that cute adoring smile he got whenever Klaus said something crazy, it said ‘I can’t believe you said that and believe it, but you look cute and I love you’, Klaus loved that smile, he would talk about the future just to see it again. That’s why he said: “You know, in a few years time and by that I mean like 40 or 50 or something, you know how I am with math, we got our names.”

Dave pulled up one brow and said: “I didn’t know you were born on Christmas.”

“I’m not.” Klaus said, “But we all got a names from mom on Christmas morning when we were all twelve, it was quite exciting.”

“You are one unbelievable person, dear.” it should sound mean or annoyed, but coming from Dave it was only laced with love.

Klaus grinned madly and said: “And that is why you love me, right?”

Dave smiled and breathed: “Yes, always.”

Klaus’s grin turned into a small, soft smile and a light blush painted his cheeks. Whenever he made a joke like that, he would be scared that Dave would take his love back, but he never did. Klaus whispered: “I love you too, forever.”

Then they just looked at each other for a moment, taking one another in and memorizing all their features, so that they could always carry the image of the one they loved with them in their minds.

When a minute had passed, Dave slowly leaned down and softly pressed his lips against Klaus’s. Klaus turned his head to give him better excess. The kiss was soft, deep and slow, but mostly full of love and tenderness. They had held on until they couldn’t breath and while they gasped for air Dave said: “Merry Christmas, darlin’.”

Klaus smiled and whispered back: “Merry Christmas, Dave.”

Then he leaned back into his boyfriends chest and together they watched the stars.

Tonight all was peaceful for these two, tomorrow bullets would fly and bombs would explode and in a few weeks the future they dreamed off together in this moment would be crushed by the blood that spilled on the ground, but for tonight none of that existed, for tonight they were happy.

#RR writing #RR Christmas Countdown 2019 #tua #klaus hargreeves #tua klaus #dave katz #tua dave #dave x klaus #klave #Dave Katz x Klaus Hargreeves #The Umbrella Academy

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jaehoneey · 5 years

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» series: secret relationship au

» woojin x reader

» some fluff, a lotta angst

» setting: modern day Korea

» warnings: mention of drugs, alcohol, gang activity, and pain.

» the whole series is inspired by What Doesn’t Change, by Layni1771 on AO3

It was weird, how you remembered your life with Chan; how you dreamed of him when you were younger, how you dreamed about your parents hurting him, how you woke up screaming your head off every damn night. And how you had the same name, the same face, and you were the only one who remembered your past life; and now, you considered it a curse.

But someone made the curse a little more bearable-- Kim Woojin. He had been your best friend ever since you were five years old. Your parents had enrolled you in a school for kids who had a tough time at a young age, and when you drew a picture of a man holding another by the collar, one with an arrow pointed at him, scribbled ‘father’, the doctor had asked your parents if they had ever hit someone in front of you. They said no, that your neither of your dads have even threatened to hurt the other.

And you remembered reasoning, “It wasn’t my dad hitting the man, it was my father.”

No one understood, no one but Woojin, “So you have two? A dad and a father? That’s pretty cool.”

As the years passed, your dads accepted Woojin, knowing that he soothed your state. When you two had sleepovers, your nightmares were replaced by more pleasant memories of you and Chan, the moments that were full of love and adoration. And you two were inseparable; wherever you went, Woojin followed, and wherever he went, you followed. And it wasn’t long before you realized you had defied society again.

Even in this life, you were straight, and you had fallen in love with your best friend.

One day, something unexpected happened; you two had a fallout. Woojin stopped showing up in school, he didn’t message anyone, not even his parents, not even you. You were worried sick, not knowing about his state of being or why he was doing such a thing; and the thing is, he was so far from being okay.

He had turned to drugs, to alcohol, to getting beat up until he was sore the next day. But he was getting tired of that life, he wanted just a piece of his old life back, and that meant going back to school to take tests to at least reach the senior year of university. It seemed impossible, but he did it. And he was so different than how people remembered him-- he wasn’t that sunshine-filled boy anymore-- he had a different type of darkness to him. It was seen in the way he dressed, the way he walked, the way he carried himself-- something was weighing him down, and it didn’t take long for you to notice.

After the last exam day for the school year, you ran after him, gripping his wrist before he could get on his motorcycle and speed off. When he looked at you, his heart stopped. Had it been so long, he thought, that I hadn’t seen you bloom to the beautiful person you are today?

“Woojin,” you called gently, “come home. Your moms are worried about you, my dads are too-- I’m worried about you.” You scanned his features and saw a few healing cuts on his cheeks, your stomach churned in worry. “Come home.”

That’s all he needed for you to bring him to your apartment, since you had moved out in order to live closer to school, and now he was sitting on the couch as you were crouched in front of him, getting dirt off his hands and face. You didn’t speak, didn’t ask him where he had been, because you had figured that out already; you could smell the booze on his clothes, and you could pinpoint dry blood stains that wouldn’t come off.

“You didn’t have to tend to me, y/n.” He said as you handed him a fresh shirt, one that you bought on your way back. “You really didn’t have to. I could’ve taken care of myself.”

“Then why didn’t you?” You asked. “Why aren’t you taking care of yourself, Woojin? I’m pleasantly surprised at how you’re still answering tests even when you’re drunk, or hungover, hell, maybe you’re high at the moment.” You couldn’t control it anymore, you were angry, angry at him for leaving, angry at yourself for not helping. “Why haven’t you even tried to tell me what’s going on with you? Aren’t we supposed to be friends? Best friends? Best friends don’t leave one another and just appear in your life all of a sudden, Woojin! Maybe that happens in where you came from, but this place is different.

“Do you have any idea how much you’ve hurt me? How many nights I couldn’t sleep? How my thoughts would end up with, what if he’s dead? What if it was my fault? Was there anything I could’ve done to prevent this? Had I been such a bad friend to the point where I couldn’t even see the pain he was in?” You were crying, your heart tearing itself over and over again. “Was I so ignorant of his state of being because I was selfish in thinking about mine?” You gasped for air as you stepped closer to him, looking down for he was still sitting down.

“Was I so in love with my best friend to the point where I didn’t see that he couldn’t handle the pain he was in anymore?”

Woojin’s eyes widened as his breath hitched up. You sniffed as you turned away, harshly wiping at the dried tears, your heart beating loudly in your ears. You had done it, you had told him you loved him, and you didn’t expect him to feel the same way. Nor did you expect to feel a pair of arms hug your waist and a chin to rest on your shoulder.

“I was ignorant, too,” he started, “I was selfish. Thinking that running away, trying to forget your scent, your smile, your laugh, would make me stop feeling the way I feel about you.” He hugged you tighter. “I was so in love with my best friend to the point that I only thought about a way to stop loving her.”

You turned your head to face him, mouth slightly agape. He gave you a small grin as he looked into your eyes, then his eyes trailed down to your lips. He started leaning in, but you pushed him back. He looked at you with wide eyes, panicking, wondering if he had done something wrong.

“You’re physically and emotionally not okay, Woojin, I don’t want to take advantage of that.” You clarified. “I’ll kiss you when you’re sober.”

Through time, Woojin got better, and you decided to wait until he was ready to meet his parents again. When he did, he showed them your intertwined hands, and you couldn’t help but feel anxious, what if something like Chan happened again? But you were mistaken, his moms accepted you into the family with open arms, and surprisingly, so did your dads.

You soon began to realize that your society in this life had respect for those who were straight, and you appreciated it. You felt as if you could finally breathe, being able to go out in public, holding onto Woojin’s arm in a loving way. And it was during one of your dates where he was scouted. Of course, you supported him, urging him on, even if it meant that you two had to keep your relationship private. What mattered most was that you two loved each other and that your parents supported you two, even if the whole world said otherwise.

After graduating, you became a kindergarden teacher, and Woojin was a world known singer. He had gone on tours and had met other celebrities, yet he seemed to have all the time in the world for you. He had even surprised you at work a couple of times, which would make the moms and dads go into a frenzy, asking for videos and photos, which he happily obliged. Though whenever they would question your relationship with each other, he’d say that you two were good friends.

One night, he asked you to go out with him since he had three days off, and he wanted to spend each day with you. You were walking to meet him, and you saw him waiting for you at the other end of the street. You smiled as soon as you spotted him, and even with the mask, you knew he was smiling at you too. He waved and you waved back, a small giggle sounding off your lips. But suddenly, a toddler, one you recognized as your student, ran from behind him, shouting out your name excitedly. Your eyes widened as you ran in front, and the next thing you knew, she was in your arms, the dad rushing to you to take her; and there was Woojin, in front of the bus, bleeding to death.

You cried out as you cradled his head in your arms, the feeling a little too familiar for your liking.

“W-Woojin, stay with me.” You said as you removed the mask from his face. “Stay with me. You have to come home with me, y-you know that.”

He smiled weakly as he held your hand, his usual warmth missing.

“Y/n,” he said softly, “I’m already home.”

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #skz #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz oneshots #skz x reader #stray kids woojin #skz woojin #skz fluff #skz angst #IM SAD #skz au #IM ACTUALLY REALLY SAD

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craftygoateeprincess · 5 years

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ITinktober Day 8: Memory

The delectable scent of fear cascaded off the child in waves. Her brow furrowed in her sleep and she whimpered ever so softly, a barely voiced exhale in the silence of her bedroom, unaware of the monster standing at the foot of her bed.

Its deadlights shone through Pennywise’s eyes like a flashlight, turning redder by the second, as saliva pooled on his lower lip and dripped into a puddle on the floor. The child smelled divine. He couldn’t help but imagine sinking his teeth into her soft flesh. Her eyes would snap open, and oh, she would scream , but her parents wouldn’t hear. He would make sure of that. He would hold her down and suck the blood from her wounds while she screamed, still alive, still afraid. Yes, he would tear her apart slowly, little by little, piece by piece, milking as much of that delicious fear out of her feeble brain as he could before she died, alone and in agony. Only in the morning would her parents come and find what was left of their precious daughter. There would be no “Missing” signs for her. She would have a closed-casket funeral.

The visions flickered through Pennywise’s mind like broken neon lights, and for once, instead of all but forcing him to act upon his predatory urges, they made him sick. They made him sick because that was you lying there asleep, having a nightmare, scared and completely vulnerable.

And for some inexplicable reason, in spite of everything he was and was meant to be, he didn’t want anyone – not even himself – to hurt you.

He took one calculated step alongside your bed towards you, then another, as if one wrong move would be the one that snapped his resolve and resulted in your untimely demise. He had to bend at the waist to reach you. His hand was shaking as he stroked your cheek.

“Wake up, beautiful. It is only a nightmare. Wake up.” You awoke with a light gasp, eyes snapping open wide. Your eyes flashed with a sort of panicked relief when you saw your companion standing over you, and you sat up and through your arms around him. Your head barely reached his chest.

“Shh…” Pennywise smoothed your hair with one hand while the other came to rest on your back. Your grip around his waist was strong, and he felt a rush of undeserved pride.

You sniffed.

“Why are you shaking?” Oh, what a good question, little one. How to answer? Honestly? Be honest and tell you that he was shaking from the sheer effort it took not to devour you? No. Instead, he told you, “I am upset that you are afraid.” It was not a lie. In fact, it was very much the truth. He hated that you were afraid, if only because it was next to impossible not to kill and eat you, and he knew he would regret that, later. He settled for tightening his grip on your delicate body and burying his nose in your hair to breathe in the scent.

You backed away, and he barely had the self-control to let you out of his grasp. You took his hand and looked up at him, eyes bright and pleading.

“Will you stay with me?” He shouldn’t have, because you were never his to keep, but he knew in that moment that he couldn’t deny you anything. You needed him. And feeling needed felt surprisingly pleasant.

“What was your dream about?” he asked.

“It’s the same one I always have,” you explained. “There’s a monster, and I’m trying to get away, but it’s on top of me, and there’s blood…” You trailed off, gripping his hand a little harder.

He pulled you into his arms again.

“That will never happen,” he said. “Not to you. You are mine, and I won’t let that happen.”

You smiled and murmured a sleepy “thank you,” already beginning to fall back asleep. You felt safe when Pennywise was with you, cuddling you like a teddy bear, having no idea what it was you trusted to hold you in your sleep.

Now when you had nightmares there was no hand on your cheek, gently stroking your terrors away. There was no soft lilting voice whispering that it was just a nightmare, nor any cool arms to hold you and make you feel safe. It was just you and the increasingly empty expanse of your room, because as the years passed you’d found yourself hating all those familiar childhood things you did with pennywise, they only brought pain and bittersweet memories, even now, when you were sixteen years old and should long be over all those memories, anything that reminded you of him was still having to be thrown out.

Meanwhile your dad was only getting worse as the years went on. But as much as you were giving up hope that pennywise would ever ‘wake up’, you didn’t want to ruin the slim chance he truly intended to keep his promise and return, so you covered the bruises with makeup and put a smile on your face. You studied hard, you worked a part-time job at the movie theatre, you got a pet turtle, anything you could do to fill the empty void inside your soul that seemed to grow with each passing day you woke up alone...or well, not quite alone.

“Eleanore get yer ass down here and make breakfast,” Your legal name was Ellie, but apparently he didn’t care, he was gonna lengthen it out to sound fancy and intimidating. You wanted to shout back at him to stop being lazy and make his own breakfast, but you no longer had Penny to soothe your bruises and you’d already put on makeup for the day, so for the sake of everything you bit your lip and turned to your turtle's enclosure with a sad sigh.

“Have a good day Mister Turtle, let me know if you spy any red balloons will ya?” Red balloons and a daisy chain, the latter of which was probably long since wilted, were all you had for sure to recognize him by. After all, it had been eight years, surely he must look different now than you remembered him looking when you were a child.

You took the stairs two at a time as you hurried to make up for lost time, took your place at the stove, and started cooking. While cracking eggs in the pan a familliar memory clawed it’s way to the surface and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Penny, dad’s not up yet and i’m hungry, can you make me food?” you had asked helplessly, back pressed against the wall with your head buried in your knees. Mom had passed away only two weeks ago, but life didn’t pause to give you and your dad time to mourn her, it kept moving on and you still had to live life. Of course, you could hardly blame your dad for wanting to lock himself away and not deal with life, but you hadn’t been taught how to care for youself yet and he was just tossing you to the wolves!

“I’ve never had to prepare my own food before….I tend to eat…..raw,” He confessed hesitently, on the one hand, wanting to laugh at his own joke, but on the other knowing it would ruin the illusion he was putting on for you. Still he wasn’t going to abandon you now, or worse, send you off to school hungry! So with a sigh he stood up and offered you his hand, causing you to look up at him quizzically.

“It sounds like you and I will have to learn together, whipping up a few eggs shouldn’t be hard, and should keep you until lunch right?” His offer was kind, and you could have weeped at such a gentle gesture. But you were running out of tears and didn’t want to make a fuss, so instead you just took his hand and the two of you went downstairs. Even at eight years old you were frustratingly short, but Penny was tall and happy to open the fridge and get eggs or find a chair for you to stand on. You watched hypnotized as the eggs which had looked disgusting before, meld into one big bubbling yellow goo that smelled delicious.

“I think it’s done, Penny! What do you think?” you ask excitedly, and slightly worriedly because you really should be going soon. Penny, who had strayed off looking (thirsting) after a couple of kids running towards school, made his way back to you and pressed a victorious kiss to your head.

“Looks good and smells good, great job beautiful!” he said happily. Penny, being an eldritch horror, knew nothing about how human meals were made. For goodness sakes he drank blood and ate flesh! The eggs smelled good, so he assumed that meant they were done, with no thought about how you ought to cook the other side too. As it was you scarfed down the eggs with a glass of milk, kissed him goodbye, and ran off to school.

At first your day was fine, you were proud of yourself for making breakfast, so was everyone you told, and other than your breath tasting a bit funny when you burped you felt fine. But as the hours creeped by till lunch you found yourself feeling less and less great. Then finally at eleven you bolted off to the bathroom and vomitted all the eggs up, alongside whatever remenants of the midnight snack penny had snuck you last night was left in your stomach. When the teachers found you like that they cleaned you up and sent you home for the day with food poisoning. You weren’t able to enjoy it, however, as you spent most of the day bent over the toilet, either dry heaving or throwing up what litle food you had managed to keep down in between ‘sessions’.

But all the while Pennywise was by your side, keeping your hair out of your face, wiping your brow, and apologizing profusely for ‘his’ stupid mistake.

“Penny, it’s my fault too, and neither of us knew any better, I don’t love you any less,” you were beginning to notice that Penny had changed a lot since you met him two years ago, back then he was really reserved, and though silly, had never worried or fussed over you like he was doing now, and you’re not sure when it had started.

Just like he wasn’t sure when you had gone from an intriguing distraction to someone he loved.

“I love you too sweetheart, and papa is gonna take care of you until you’re all better,” he murmured as he settled down behind you, pulling you into his lap as he wiped your face clean and stroking your sweat-soaked hair while you rested against his chest.

It should have been a terrible day to remember, but looking back, it always made you smile. You had been miserable and upset, but Pennywise was with you, he was always with you, and because of him the day still had some good points.

You weren’t sure if it was the wetness on your face or the alarm blaring that snapped you out of your daydreaming. But you wiped the tears and scraped the egg out onto a plate and put the plate on the table, the man could get his own damn silverware. While Penny had been caring for you like a father, he was locked up in his room drinking himself into a stupor, when Penny left and you cried for days, he beat you for being so annoying. The only reason you hadn’t run away was that you had promised Pennywise that you would wait for him here in Derry.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t still actively looking for that ‘moment’ Pennywise had whispered to you about on that warm summer afternoon. You had imagined several times about moments that could come up that you could take, like slipping some sleeping meds into his beer when you got it for him, or salting his movie popcorn with cyanide. You had never gone through with it though, for the same reasons you had never run away. You were too young back then, they would send you away to some orphanage and you wouldn’t be here for when Pennywise returned!

So instead you endured, every beating, every insult, you just reminded yourself of your reason for being here, that soon Pennywise would wrap you up in his arms, wash your bruises, bandage you up, and take you back to the flower fields where your biggest problem was running out of room on penny’s body to put a daisy chain.

But today wasn’t that day, and you didn’t want to stick around and deal ith your father when he woke up, so you were skipping breakfast for the day, lunch was only a few hours away anyways, and thankfully you were never short on funds thanks to your part time job. So off you went into the cold, cruel world, the winter wind biting at your face. You didn’t want to be going out today, let alone to school or work, but it was part of the ‘mask’ you put on day to day. It kept anyone from paying you any mind. But today it felt like one thing after another was ruining your motivation to even bother getting to the bus stop. As if sensing your resolve flickering life set one more pebble onto the scale of your motivtion.

You looked up to find yourself on the corner of Neibolt Street and the wave of nostalgia hit you so hard you almost stumbled. As a child this had been your favorite place in the world, penny would take you here all the time to this old house everyone seemed to avoid like the plague, you never quite understood why though, even now. Sure it was a little run down and creaky, but the furniture was comfy and the house big…….perfect for the games of hide and seek you and penny would play together. You hadn’t stepped foot in the house since the day he left, while some memories were pleasant, the amount of memories in that single location threatened to overwhelm and break what little resolve you had to keep going on.

But as you stood there in indecision you felt a rush of wind as the bus trundled past and now you either had to run to get to the bus stop in time….or just casually turn the corner and fake sick for a day. The choice was made before you had the presence of mind to mentally sigh at the later consequences, you just wanted a day, a day to feel him again, to drown in that familiar warmth, and after that day, you would face whatever consequinces arose, not that you had much of a choice now, the school bus had long since picked up its passengers and trundled away, even if you changed your mind last minute, you’d be late and owe explanations.

So down the road you went, in the cold winter snows the daisies you were so familliar with laid dead and buried, but even from here you could see the house standing tall on it’s hill, the planters stuffed full with snow. Even while you and the rest of Derry seemed to grow and change, the house seemed so timeless, and as you opened the door and the scent of, what should be disgusting, mold and mildew hit you it felt like coming home. You could feel the old foundation creak and settle as you stepped up to the porch and pressed your forehead to the door, a familliar knot working it’s way up from your stomach into your throat.

“Hey Penny, you haven’t come over for awhile, so I came to play with you today,” you stated to the empty air, yanking the door open and stepping inside before you could back out of your decision. No one would look for you here, You would be safe for the day from the people outside, you could just...drown in your memories.

“Ready or not, here I come!”

The house at 29 Neibolt Street was larger than it looked on the outside. Strange echoes cascaded down the staircases and along the halls, allowing any loud enough noise to fill the entire house. Such was the case for your bubbling laughter, brushing through the and dissipating in dark corners like clean water soaked up by a dingy sponge. Your little footsteps thumped against the wooden floors as you ran down the hall in search of your friend. Behind you, the hard tick of a grandfather clock. In front of you, the kitchen, where the ghostly tracks you made in the blanket of dust and grime on the floor would carry your memory for months.

Rats scurried away from you from and in every direction as you flung open the low cupboards one by one, squeaking their offense at your invasion of their privacy. In a few short years, the thought of wading on your hands and knees through dust and mouse shit would disgust you. At the time, at six years old, you barely noticed. You wiped the offending substances off on your coat and carried on.

The fridge, long unplugged and left to corrode, caught your eye. A flutter gripped your heart as you took the first step towards it, the residual voices that filled the house grew from a whisper to a roar in your ears as you took the second. Your stomach flipped when your hand settled over the handle. You held your breath as you threw open the door to reveal…grimy shelves, empty except for the inconsequential carcass of a bug your young mind could not identify. You closed the door.

Making your way back through the hallway, you were drawn to a door you had never been through before. An unexplored part of his house – the perfect place to hide!

The door, once opened, revealed a staircase that descended down into the Earth. You took each step carefully, gripping the splintered railing on your left that was almost as tall as you were. The hollow, wooden stairs snarled beneath you as you placed one foot, then the other on each one.

The lack of light shining through the milky windows near the ceiling reminded you how late it was getting, but it was okay. Your parents always told you never to go out at night without an adult, but Pennywise was an adult.

At that point, there had been an Amber Alert out for you for an hour.

In the basement, your game of Hide-and-Seek was forgotten, as your attention was captured by the ring of stone in the center of the floor. You approached at a casual pace, and when you reached the well, you got up on your tippy-toes to peer down into it. You couldn’t even see the bottom!

“Hello?” you called down.

“Hello? Hello? Hello?” your voice echoed back.

Your scream echoed just as loudly as two large hands grabbed your shoulders, yanking you back and spinning you around. You found yourself facing a very stern looking Pennywise, who bent at the waist to come closer to your eye level.

“Be careful with that, Ellie,” he warned. “We wouldn’t want you to fall, now would we?”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “I wasn’t going to fall!” you insisted. “I was just looking.”

“Insolent child,” he growled. “Do you not trust me to know what’s best for you?”

You didn’t like it when he got angry. He always made you feel bad, when he was angry.

You dropped your arms. “I trust you.”

“Welllll then...” A smooth grin stretched his lips. “I guess you found me. Now, it’s your turn to hide.” He tapped your nose with the tip of his finger on the word ‘your.’

“Close your eyes! No peeking!” you commanded, grinning back.

Pennywise made a show of tilting back up to his full height and covering his eyes with his gloved hands. “Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight, twenty-seven…”

You ran as fast as your little legs could take you back up the stairs, then up another set. You could hear him nearing the end of his countdown – you could hear him no matter where you were in the house – as you dashed down a hallway. Your feet barely touched the floor.

You found yourself in a room that was empty except for a forest green armchair. The very last rays of sunlight from the day glowed through a mostly boarded up window.

“Ready or not, here I come!”

You looked around frantically and smiled to yourself when you saw a closet door resting halfway open. You hurried inside and closed the door, filling your eyes with soft, inky black. You couldn’t see a single thing.

You settled yourself down on the floor and listened for your friend’s approach, noticing perhaps for the first time all year that it was beginning to get very cold. Your winter coat was hardly enough to protect you from the bite. The stuffiness of the closet, holding in your body heat, was welcome.

You felt around the closet and curled up in the corner, leaning your head against the wall, putting up the hood of your coat to use as padding. You could hear the soft jingling of bells as Pennywise moved about the house, muttering the occasional, “Oh my, where could she be?” That made you smile and giggle to yourself.

You loved him, but even more than that, you trusted him. You were sparing a passing thought to how much you loved him when your world shifted.

Pennywise was sitting in the green armchair, cradling you like a baby. You looked around, confused.

“I found you,” Pennywise giggled, “all curled up and asleep in the closet.”

“Oh,” you murmured, upset that you had fallen asleep during your game but too comfortable and sleepy to pay much mind to any of your emotions. You looked towards the door. “I’m tired. We should go home.”

Pennywise pouted. “This is home. This is my home. We’re having a sleepover.”

You looked towards the door again, and you thought of your parents. You hadn’t told them you would be out all night, or out at all.

“Ah,” Pennywise said, reading your mind, “but you’re with an adult.”

You were so tired, you just wanted to go to sleep.

“I will keep you safe.”

You felt safe.

“Don’t you trust me, Ellie?”

You trusted him.

“Okay,” you agreed, yawning. “But I want to go to sleep now.”

Pennywise smiled. “Go to sleep, then.”

You snuggled into him, and he gently petted your hair.

“You are beautiful,” he said.

His mouth didn’t move when he said it, and you thought that was weird, but you were just too tired. You let your eyes close. There had been an Amber Alert out for you for two and a half hours.

You didn’t remember walking to the living room, or curling up in the old armchair. But by the time the memory cleared from your mind you were there, nose buried in the mattress like the scent wasn’t disgusting, instead, it just felt like you were home, like penny had you curled up in his arms and was stroking you, keeping all your fears and worries at bay, because you felt safe with him. And even when he wasn’t here, his memories with you were so strong in this house that you felt as though he were here.

#itinktober #inktober2019 #inktober

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gwen-writes-stuff · 5 years

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Secret Girlfriend

Imagine : You being old friends with Tom and you appear on his Livestream, Everyone thinks you're his secret girlfriend.

Word count : 2312

[ Note : I'm sorry but Famous! Y/N us my favorite to write. Btw, I accept requests.]

Y/N's POV

I was inside an uber watching the beautiful streets of London come into view, My plane landed and I immediately called an uber filled with excitement to meet my best friend.

We have both been away, him filming Civil War and me filming for a show under Syfy that's soon to be announced.

I was delighted to find out my best friend was Spider-Man! Heck, I'd do anything to play superhero roles. Have kids look up to you and wear cool costumes? I'm so in.

He's staying at his parents' house to my relief, I've missed Nikki, Dom and the boys. It's been a while and tho I fulfilled my dream of being an actress with Tom, we kind of drifted apart.

He was big now and famous, It's no surprise his fame will only grow bigger now that he's sure to have a solo movie.

Not long later I arrived and the sight of the house sent my heart racing, the memories I had in this house came flooding in.

I got reminded of the silly crush for Tom I formed when I was 14 and now I'm 20, I can't say I don't like him anymore.

We've called and texted each other but I never got around to ask him to FaceTime so I only ever saw his face on the internet, mostly because I'm following his Instagram and he grew up to be so fine.

I payed the driver and I glanced down at my luggage, Taking deep breaths to calm the beating of my heart I fixed my hair that was slightly messed up because of the strong wind.

I walked to the front door, Dragging my luggage behind and before I could even even knock, It opened. Paddy was grinning widely at me and he honestly looked taller than the did the last time I saw him.

"Y/N!!"He didn't even bother letting me in first and ran to hug me, he only managed to wrap his hands around my waist tho. I messed with this hair playfully.

I was chuckling loudly as I hug him back, "Paddy! Let Y/N in first." I hear Nikki scold her youngest. "I missed you too bud." I looked down at Paddy and he had the widest grin.

Eventually he let me go and I walked in, Almost forgetting about my luggage when Paddy gladly pushed it in but I laughed because he had to put in effort. It was heavy though I don't plan to stay that long.

I'm only gonna be having dinner and going to a hotel my mom booked for me, Unfortunately she's in the Bahamas with my dad but they did sent their love.

"Y/N let me get a good look at you." Nikki backed away to scan me before wrapping me in a warm hug, After she let go I turned to Dom and hugged him. “You're now a lady!”

"You've grown!" Dom exclaimed and I smiled sheepishly, "Sam, Harry, Tom get in here!" Nikki called out and I awkwardly stood in their living room waiting while Paddy curiously look at my luggage stickers.

"Is Y/N here?" I heard a familiar voice ask and before I know it I was again caged between someone's arms. That someone being Sam and it didn't help that Harry joined in, I coughed jokingly and they let go with wide eyes.

"You guys smell surprisingly pleasant." I joked and both smirked at my remark, "Easy, We might think you're getting a crush." Harry fired back and I scoffed faking offence.

"You're too young for me." I replied crossing my arms seeing the married couple watch us with genuine smiles in the corner of my eyes.

"You're only a year older." Sam replied, almost sounding like a question and I nodded.

"Exactly." Now I realised something, I looked around trying to find the only Holland who haven't greeted me yet and there I see him at the end of the staircase standing cooly.

Watching the exchange like he wasn't supposed to join in and I raised a brow, "Well someone didn't miss me.",Tom rolled his eyes and walked over to hug me tightly.

He even lifted me up a little and I slapped his back, looking over his shoulder I can see Sam and Harry make faces and I stifle a laugh.

I pulled away and Tom had grown Taller, my guess is I'm an inch shorter but I feel like he's towering over me for some reasons.

"Right. Dinner!" Paddy jumped and I frowned to check my watch,It was only 4pm.

***

I am helping Nikki in the kitchen with Paddy watching and assisting every now and then while the rest play in the living room.

That was how it went til Tom walked in to offer setting up the table, Nikki quickly shot me a look. "Y/N and Tom you set up the table." Tom nodded slowly narrowing his eyes at his mother and I noticed but thought nothing of it.

While I reached for spoons and forks I see Nikki send me a smile, a knowing smile that confused me.

"So how have you been Spidey?", I asked him while I set a few plates down the table with matching spoons and forks.

He chuckled lowly at the nickname and looked up to see I had a brow raised, "The same." He boringly replied and I rolled my eyes.

"So you're still 19 and feeling just a tad bit rebellious?" I asked with a teasing tone and he shot me a look, Glaring half-heartedly.

"I mean I'm still me. Charming and irresistible." I almost dropped the glass I was now moving and he laughed seeing the event unfold.

"I've been gone for a few years and I come back to have your head so big." I tsk'd jokingly while shaking my head.

If only he knew that's exactly how I looked at him. I was away for two years but that didn't change the way I feel about him, I thought it was for the best.

Knowing myself, I never stood a chance. His past ex-girlfriends when we were in high school are goddesses and I can't even compare, he's way hotter now so I'm saving myself the heartache.

But.

I didn't move on. Instead my feelings for him got stronger over the time I was away, I'm in for a big heartbreak!

During dinner we exchanged stories. I told them about the show I was in, It was about college students who discovered there was more to their stories, Studying in a school for magic they will learn that a man who calls himself the 'beast' is after them.

((This show actually exists, Please watch it. It's amazing. The Magicians on Syfy!))

"Tom's Spider-Man and you're a Magician?" Paddy asked with his eyes lit up like he was just told we're going to Disneyland and I nodded.

"Too bad I don't get a wand tho." Earning soft chuckles from the table. The food was great and Nikki really improved, not that her cooking was bad before.

Tom was sat next to me and I had to fight the urge to blush everytime our hands accidentally brush.

"So Y/N, Are you staying for the night?" Dom asked and I shook my head, Failing to miss Paddy pout and send his mom a pleading look which Nikki didn't need to see since her decision seems to be made in the first place.

"Why not stay with us? Your parents are away and you were gone for 2 years, stay." Nikki spoke up and there was silence.

I considered my options and nibbled on my lower lip unconciously doing so, I subtly sneaked a glance at Tom who seemed to be studying me and I gave in when he caught my eyes and he shortly nodded.

"Okay. But where will I sleep?" I practically grew up in this house so I know for a fact that the Hollands don't have a guest room. I reached for the glass of water and began to take sips when:

"In Tom's room of course." I almost spat it out and instead downed it real hard that I was a coughing mess. I can see Sam and Harry wiggle their eyebrows suggestively but I just literally drowned on a glass of water!

Tom was rubbing my back with his hand and I'm sorry but he's not helping because his touch is sending waves of electricity all over my body.

"You guys share a bed all the time?", Yes. When we were like 10 and we're both grown adults now?

"Uhh yea." I didn't bother to argue because the smile on Nikki's face suggested that I wasn't going to win anyways.

***

3rd Person's POV

The night ended awkwardly. Tom offered to sleep on the couch but Y/N insisted that it was his bed so he should sleep on it.

This went on for half an hour till Y/N made the bold move of suggesting they both sleep on the bed or not at all which ended with the two of them laying in bed, backs turned on each other with a pillow in the middle acting as a barricade.

The next morning was not any better when Tom woke up to find Y/N clinging to him in her sleep, he took pictures for leverage and slid off the bed.

Standing at the foot to stare at her for a moment noticing that she was wearing his hoodie, Y/N was too lazy to open her luggage so she digged through his closet not bothering to ask.

Tom went in the bathroom to do all he needed before starting the day. He planned to have breakfast with Y/N and contemplated waking her up.

If his memory served him right, she would throw you out the window if you even do as much as shake her to wake so instead he sat down on the space beside her, leaning against the headboard and scrolling through his Instagram.

Then an idea sparked up, he went on live to talk about the experience trying his best not to spoil any important scene in the movie. He was yelling too loud for 5 in the morning and talking animatedly sounding like a child on sugar.

While he was fanboying about rdj Y/N groaned and smacked Tom's side. "You're fucking loud." Tom was caught off guard that he forgot he was livestreaming and she got on the frame without both of their knowledge.

"Good Morning to you too sunshine." Tom cooed and Y/N laughed pushing herself up to look at Tom, "No good in the morning when you're yelling about Robert Downey Jr." She sassily remarked making Tom chuckle.

"What are you even doing anyways?" she asked trying to fix her disheveled hair and Tom shrugged, "Oh I was just live... streaming!" Tom jumped up and realized he has been broadcasting their exchange and Y/N looked up at him in horror.

Tom checked his phone to see his followers blowing up the comment section and he cursed under his breath, Turning it off without so much a goodbye.

"Shit." He muttered staring into nowhere like he was in a trance and Y/N threw a random pillow at him.

"I hate you." She was smiling nonetheless and Tom couldn't bring himself to tell her a few of what the comments said.

Did I see that right?

Tom has a girl on his bed!!

Oh no who's that?

Tangina sino yan?

Is that his girlfriend?

They look kinda cute together

She's kinds pretty

Same. Both a whole-ass mood.

Người nào?

SHE'S WEARING HIS HOODIE RED ALERT RED ALERT RED ALERT. THEY PROBABLY DID THE MONKEY DANCE OMGOMGOMG

***

The two had breakfast like Tom had originally planned and both went to McDonald's for breakfast of all places.

It wasn't crowded and none of them had to worry about fans or paparazzis for the whole two hours they spent just eating and talking while Y/N share experiences on set with Tom who did the same.

"I so wanna play a superhero." She exclaimed, "You can be my sidekick!" Tom offered and Y/N threw a balled up napkin and threw it at his head, it landed on his forehead.

"Spider-Man doesn't have a sidekick." But she blushed at the thought of playing in a movie together with Tom.

Both practiced and took classes together so they should be comfortable enough acting around one another.

Tom pulled out his phone and poked Y/N's cheek when she seemed to be deep in thoughts. "Hey let's take a picture."

She lifted her head and nodded shortly, Tom stretched his hand to have the phone directed at their faces and Y/N threw a peace sign while Tom had his tongue out.

"Please don't tell me you're posting that." She asked with a groan and Tom smirked at her. "Tom. I look like shit."

She didn't make an effort to dress up so she threw on a sweatpants and a (favorite band) t-shirt. Her hair was everywhere and she had too little energy to put on makeup.

"You look beautiful." His comment made her heart skip a beat and she was too flustered she couldn't retort when he posted the photo on his Instagram.

@tomholland2013 uploaded a photo on Instagram :

1 user tagged : @( your ig username)

[Photo]

tomholland2013 : Breakfast with my main g✌️

Comment section :

Y/N4life : Is that seriously @(Y/IG/U)???

hollander_love : Tom's got himself a girl woot woot

harryholland64 : That's why you two disappeared!

peterparkour.s : THE GIRL FROM THE LIVE

tom.holland.fans : The girl frkm the livestre ahhh !!

y/nstagra.m : They're childhood friends✌️

tommy.hollander : I ship it.

#tom holland one shot #tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland imagines #avengers #spider man smut #spider man imagines #spider man #hollander

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cristinablackthornkingson · 5 years

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Shadowhunter’s Short Story #36

It is a chilly October morning in Devon, and 16 year old Kit Herondale is awoken from his pleasant dreams of Ty Blackthorn, by a sudden weight on his back.

“What the hell?” Kit grumbles, wiping sleep from his eyes and trying to see what the hell is going on.

“Kit-Kat, up!” A small voice whispers in his ear. Kit would recognize that voice anywhere, it’s the voice of his baby sister Melody who had just turned one in April, since her first birthday she had learned to walk, run and climb and now it was extremely difficult to keep her in one place. Kit adores his baby sister and would do anything for her but he can't say he's pleased she's come to him now at such an early hour.

“Mel? What are you doing?” Kit asks in a sleepy tone, as little Melody climbs off his back and up beside him. “Mel, it’s six in the morning, why are you up?” Kit adds, after quickly unlocking his phone to check the time. Melody usually woke up around 7, but not any earlier, not since she was a tiny baby who needed feeding throughout the night. During those times Kit would get up and sit with his mom while she fed Melody and then stayed with Melody until she fell asleep, so Tessa could get as much rest as possible.

“Play!” Melody exclaims, grinning up at her brother through her tangled thick black hair.

“How did you get out of your crib?” Kit asks.

“I climb!” Melody proudly exclaims. Great, she had learned to climb out of her crib, Kit was tempted to start locking his door at night now so Melody wouldn’t come in and wake him at an ungodly hour.

“Of course you did, you wanna watch videos on my phone?” Kit gently asks, hoping that Melody would happily lie beside him and watch YouTube on his phone and he could get a couple more hours sleep. He was meeting up with Ty in just a few hours, they had reunited around Melody’s first birthday and quickly rebuilt their friendship, but they never talked about how Kit told Ty he loved him, hopefully they would eventually but for right now they were just friends.

“No, play!” Melody exclaims. How Melody had so much energy at this hour was beyond Kit, he wished he could have her enthusiasm and energy.

“Mel it’s too early to play, you wanna go downstairs and watch t.v.?” Kit quietly asks. He didn’t want to get out of bed but at least if Melody agreed to sit and watch t.v. for a while, Kit could grab a couple more hours sleep on the couch.

“No, I want play!” Melody insists. Kit groans and buries his face in his pillows.

“Melody it’s way too early, come on lie beside me and you can have my phone.” He tells her, picking up his phone and offering it to her. Melody simply pushes the phone away and shakes her head.

“Want play Kitty!” She says in a begging tone, turning her big brown eyes on Kit, filling him with guilt.

Suddenly the door creaks open and Tessa steps into the room, dressed in an old jumper and tracksuit bottoms, her hair swept into a messy bun, her eyes heavy with sleep.

“What’s going on here?” She softly asks, walking over to the bed.

“Mama I want play Kit-Kat!” Melody exclaims, holding her arms out for her mother to lift her.

“It’s too early Melody, how did you get out of your crib?” Tessa gently asks, lifting her daughter into her arms and kissing her cheek.

“I climb mama!” Melody exclaims proudly.

“And you decided to come annoy your big brother hm?” Tessa lightly says.

“It’s okay, she’s never an annoyance.” Kit says, smiling up at Tessa and Melody.

“Still, it’s not fair on you, Jem and I are her parents and should be the ones to get up with her at times like this, come on Melody lets get you some breakfast and leave your big brother to get some more sleep.” Tessa says, shifting Melody in her arms.

“But I want play Kit-Kat!” Melody whines, wriggling in her mother’s arms.

“You can play with Kit when he gets up later, for now I’ll play with you and we can find Church and see what he’s up to.” Tessa lightly says. At the mention of Church, Melody’s face lights up and she breaks out into a huge smile.

“Okay! Love Churchy!” Melody exclaims. Surprisingly, the old cat was very good with Melody, he let her use him as a cuddly toy and a pillow and let her dress him up in her doll’s clothes, he was her little companion, though Tessa and Jem did want to give her a human companion and had recently started trying for another baby, nothing had happened yet but they weren’t worried, it had only been a few weeks, these things take time.

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It is now 10:00 a.m and Kit had managed to get back to sleep after Tessa took Melody downstairs, he felt much more awake now and had just come downstairs to have breakfast with his sister and parents.

“Kitty!” Melody screeches, the moment she sees her big brother, leaping from her father’s lap and running to her big brother.

“Hey Mel.” Kit softly says, placing a hand on her back as she flings herself at him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“Love you Kitty!” Melody exclaims, looking up at her brother with total adoration. This was what Kit loved the most about having a little sister, the random hugs, the random ‘I love yous’ and the way she lit up and ran to him whenever he entered the room, he had never felt as happy and loved in all his life as he has this past year, moving here to Devon was the best choice he ever made.

“Love you too baby sister.” Kit says, scooping her into his arms and kissing her cheek before making his way to the table and sitting down.

“Did you manage to get back to sleep this morning, after Melody woke you?” Tessa gently asks, feeling terrible that she hadn’t heard Melody climbing out of her crib and running across the hall to Kit’s room. She knows when she was 16 she would not have been pleased to be awoken early by an energetic toddler jumping all over her.

“Oh yeah, I just woke up a few minutes ago, I didn’t mind Melody coming in to my room.” Kit assures Tessa.

“Oh I know but still it’s not very fair, I am sorry.” Tessa says.

“Honestly mom, it’s fine I didn’t mind.” Kit says.

“Have you been pestering your big brother?” Jem lightly asks Melody, who smiles broadly at him and giggles.

“Love my Kitty!” Melody exclaims, cuddling into Kit’s chest.

“I know you do my love, I love him too.” Jem gently says.

“No! My Kitty!” Melody exclaims, furrowing her brow in anger at her father.

“I know he’s your Kitty but that doesn’t mean I can’t love him too.” Jem says in an amused tone.

“No! I not share him! Only I allowed to love him!” Melody exclaims, wrapping her arms around Kit’s shoulders and laying her head on his shoulder.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to share me with Ty today, he’s coming over soon.” Kit lightly tells his sister. Melody’s head snaps up at the mention of Ty’s name.

“That okay! I love Ty-Ty!” Melody says in a joyful tone. She had only met Ty a handful of times, but she absolutely adored him and thought he was the smartest person in the world, and one of the nicest people she had ever met too, she also loved how he had the same black hair as her and the same grey eyes as her mama.

A few hours later, there’s a knock on the door and Kit rushes to answer it, breaking out into a huge smile when he sees Ty standing there, his black hair ruffled from the wind.

“Hey.” Kit softly says, ushering Ty inside, not going in for a hug like he wanted to, knowing that Ty didn’t like being hugged at all.

“Hi, thanks for inviting me over, I wanted to see you before I went back to the Scholomance next week.” Ty lightly says. He was really enjoying his time at The Scholomance and was more excited than he’d ever been to graduate as a Centurion at the end of the year, Helen and Julian were already planning a small celebration for him and he needed to find the courage to ask Kit to the party, maybe he could just send an invitation to the whole Carstairs’ family, but then again Kit was a Herondale not a Carstairs, maybe he’d get Emma to ask him for him.

“I wanted to see you too, want to come say hi to my parents?” Kit asks. He knew Tessa and Jem adored Ty and thought he was wonderful and were glad Kit had a friend like him, and he knew Ty really liked them too, and Melody, he was so kind and gentle with her, he just loved seeing them together.

Before Ty can respond, they hear fast approaching foot steps and a small figure appears, darting at Ty and flinging themselves at him, causing him to stumble backwards.

“Ty-Ty!” Melody yells in delight, wrapping her arms around Ty’s leg and leaning into him.

“Oh, hello Melody, you ought to be more careful little one, you almost knocked me over.” Ty calmly says.

“Sorry, I happy you here!” Melody says, grinning up at him. Ty smiles at her and ruffles her hair lightly.

“I’m happy I’m here too.” He lightly says.

“Melody you should let go of Ty, he’s not going to run off on you.” Kit says in an amused tone. Melody furiously shakes her head and tightens her grip on him.

“No! My Ty-Ty! Can’t have him!” She exclaims, sticking her tongue out at Kit, causing him to burst out laughing.

“How about your ride on my shoulders instead, Melody?” Ty gently offers.

“Okay!” Melody exclaims, reaching up. Ty swings her up and sets her on his shoulders, wincing as she tangles her little hands in his hair.

Ty spends the next half an hour talking with Tessa and Jem about his Centurion training, his family and lots of other things, before Kit suggests they go out for lunch. As Ty walks ahead of Kit, Tessa and little Melody notice the sad, wistful look on Kit’s face as he watches Ty.

“Mama, why my Kitty sad?” Melody asks her mother in a tone filled with concern.

“I’m not sure my love, perhaps he misses his mommy and daddy.” Tessa gently says.

“But you his mommy and daddy his daddy!” Melody exclaims.

“Well yes but before daddy stopped being a Silent Brother and before Kit came to live with us, he had another mommy and daddy, they’re both with Raziel now so maybe your brother is thinking about them and misses them and that’s why he’s sad.” Tessa gently explains. Kit had of course never known Rosemary, but he could still grieve for her, and he could certainly grieve for his father, Tessa still grieved for her own parents, despite the fact that she was only 3 when they died.

“Oh, I not like when Kitty sad.” Melody says in a melancholy tone. Tessa smiles down at her daughter and runs a hand over her thick, black curls.

“Me neither my love, but I’m sure he’ll be alright, when he gets back you should be extra nice to him okay?” She softly says. Melody nods frantically and says

“I draw him a picture mama! That make him happy?” Melody looks up at her mother with eyes full of hope.

“You know I think it would Melody, that’s a very nice idea.” Tessa says in a loving tone. Even at only 1, Melody was already such a loving, caring, empathetic little thing, just like her father.

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It was now a few hours later and Kit was feeling a lot better after spending the day with Ty, and he was dreading him going home soon, they were currently on their way back to Kit’s house so Ty could say goodbye to Melody, Tessa and Jem.

When they arrive home, Kit tells Ty he should go find Melody while he quickly uses the bathroom. It doesn’t take long for Ty to find Melody, sitting at a little table in her room with a sheet of paper in front of her, countless crayons splayed out around her, her little legs kicking back and forth and the tip of her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth.

“Hey Melody, what are you doing?” Ty softly asks, walking into her room and crouching beside her.

“I make picture for Kitty! You want see?” She asks in an enthusiastic tone.

“I’d love to.” Ty says. Melody pushes the paper over so he can see and begins pointing out the figures in the picture.

“See, that me, that Kitty, that mama, that daddy and that you! Kitty’s family!” Melody excitedly exclaims.

“But Mel, Kit and I aren’t family.” Ty softly says.

“But Kitty love you! He love you like mama loves daddy!” Melody tells him in an exasperated tone, shocking Ty to his core.

“H-how do you know?” Ty stammers in disbelief.

“I hear him tell daddy!” Melody says.

“What’s going on?” Kit’s voice floats in from the doorway to Melody’s room.

“You love me?” Ty quietly asks, getting up and approaching Kit, who has gone pale with shock.

“I-I... what makes you think that?” Kit asks in a breathless tone.

“Melody told me she heard you telling Jem you love me, is it true?” Ty asks in a calm voice. Kit swallows hard, unsure of what to say.

“I.... yes, yes it is.” Kit admits in a defeated tone, his shoulders slumping. “I love you, and I know you don’t love me and it’s okay.”

“What? What makes you think I don’t love you?” Ty asks in a confused tone.

“Well... I told you before... last year... and you didn’t say anything back.” Kit tells him.

“By the angel Christopher! That was because I was going through one of the most traumatic times of my life! I had just lost my twin and then a few months later I lost you and I never thought I would be happy again! I love you Christopher Herondale, you idiot, I love you!” Ty exclaims, before leaning in and kissing Kit. Kit is frozen in shock for a few minutes, but despite the fact that his little sister is watching, he can’t help but kiss Ty back, like he has wanted to for so long.

“Yay! Kitty happy!” Melody exclaims, dropping her crayon and running to hug Ty and Kit tightly. “I love when Kitty happy, you make him happy Ty-Ty!”

Ty smiles down at her and gently ruffles her hair.

“And he makes me happy little one, the happiest I have been in a long time.” Ty gently tells her.

That day Kit and Ty talk about Kit confessing his love for Ty, Ty not responding and Kit leaving without saying goodbye, in the end they understand each other and put it all behind them and move forward, finally as a couple.

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