#her arms are no longer weak and nerdy

[breezy-cheezy]

“Leave him alone!!”

Soooooo new ep huh? I’m loving me this enemies to siblings arc-

[hyper-fixated-delusions]

To be or not to be.

High school Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader.

A/N: I hope you enjoy and I apologize for any mistakes! Also comments, reblogs, shares and likes are super appreciated, thank you! :)

Translation: “Sestra.” Sister.

Word count: 1,034.

Masterlist.

So there Wanda was, standing by her locker talking to her friends when she spots you, her girlfriend, just a few feet away talking to your own friends looking as adorably cute as ever.

Which was completely unfair if you ask Wanda, since she is supposed to mad at you and you definitely shouldn't be looking as cute as you are looking right now because the only thing it does is cause longing in her heart for you, wanting to make up so she isn’t away from you for any longer.

But being the stubborn person that she is, the brunette does the only thing she allows herself to do. Which is continuing to stare at you from afar, bottom lip caught between her teeth as she nibbles on it.

As you stand laughing and joking around with your friends. You suddenly feel like someone is looking at you, so you glance around the halls, only for your eyes to land on your girlfriend who is staring at you intently from a couple of feet away. Lip between her teeth and a look you know all too well.

Which throws you off slightly if you’re being completely honest, since you were 100% sure Wanda has been mad at you for the past 5 days. But even in your confusion, you can’t help but shoot Wanda a soft smile and then proceed talking to Bucky, Peter and Sam again.

Wanda seeing your cute smile, can’t help but feel her resolve slowly break and after debating with herself for a good few minutes on whether or not to approach you. The brunette decides to take action and goes up to you.

“Hey, can we talk?” She asks once she’s in front of you.

You nod then turn to your friends, “I’ll catch you guys later alright?” You say, then walk away with your girlfriend.

Both of the girls make their way down the hall, when suddenly Wanda stops in front of the Janitors closet. Looking both ways to make sure no one is around, she opens the door.

“So what did you want to talk about?” You ask, but suddenly you’re yanked inside the closet by the hem of your shirt. “Wha-?” You begin but are cut off by Wanda’s lips basically attacking your own.

Wanda kisses you with such an intensity that when you pull back you’re left speechless, "wow," you breathe. “Not that I'm complaining, because I’m totally not, but what was that for?” You ask with a dopey smile, causing Wanda to glare at you with no actual malice behind her eyes.

“Oh no, don’t look at me like that!” Wanda says, arms crossing on her chest as she tries to remain serious, “because even though we did just make out inside this closet, it doesn’t mean that I'm not still mad at you, because I really am,” she frowns. “But you seriously just had to wear your glasses today, didn’t you? You know how I feel about you in glasses, it makes me weak!” She pouts, “Also the whole Star Wars shirt. Could you be any more nerdy? You look so cute and adorable that it hurts! You shouldn’t be able to break my resolve! Ugh!” The brunette rambles, arms thrown up in the air in frustration.

“I-I lost my contacts and Star Wars premieres this weekend, I’m sorry?” You say weakly, brows furrowed in confusion.

“I know, I figured as much,” Wanda sighs softly. “But you make it so hard to stay mad at you baby, and it’s beyond infuriating! So now I'm going to kiss you until l either feel angry again or we just go back to our day to day lives," the brunette says as she pushes you against the wall and cups your face to kiss you once again.

Both you and Wanda stay inside the closet making out for another good 10 minutes when you pull back slightly and say, “so, what's the verdict babe?”

Wanda rolls her eyes, a small smile on her lips as she says, “I'm no longer mad.”

“Okay good. So can we go back to hanging out with our friends?” You ask and Wanda nods.

As both girls walk out of the janitors closet, hand in hand and towards their friends, you stop walking for a moment to place a soft kiss on Wanda's forehead, the short brunette sighing happily as she moves forward to hug you close, an action that causes Natasha's voice to boom down the hallway.

“Hey Stark, you owe me 10 dollars!” The redhead exclaims.

“Damn it, you lovebirds! Couldn't you have waited 2 more days?” Tony yells back, looking at both you and Wanda disapprovingly, causing you to pull apart and walk the short distance to the group.

“Wait, what?” You ask with a laugh once you’re standing in front of your friends.

“We were all betting to see how long you'd stay mad at each other. The majority of the group said 1 or 2 days, I said 5 and Tony said 7. So I win!” Natasha boasts, with a happy smirk.

“Okay, how about this! Bonus round, did Wanda cave or did Y/N actually do something to get out of the dog house? Another 10 bucks says it was Y/N,” Carol says.

“No way, it was definitely my sestra,” Pietro chimes in with a smirk.

“Nope, Y/N!” Steve exclaims.

“Nah, there’s no way, it was totally Wanda!” Clint exclaims.

“Wow, I'm glad our problems amuse you all,” Wanda deadpans with an eye roll.

“So since Tony and I were actually the closest, this is between us two and my money is on Wanda caved, what about you Tony?” Natasha says.

“Y/N, did something.” Tony says, eyes squinting with certainty.

“So what is it?” All the friends exclaim at the same time.

You wince slightly while looking at Tony and say, “sorry Tony, but Wands caved,” and all through the hall there are loud echoes of both celebration and disappointment which causes you to slightly grin.

“Nice, now pay up, playboy,” Natasha smirks, hand stretched out towards Tony.

“Damn you, red,” Tony grumbles as he hands Natasha a 20 dollar bill.

[beautification-tales]

Rebecca, a short, nerdy, and weak girl, had always imagined herself as a professional wrestler. She had spent countless hours practicing moves in her basement and idolizing the larger-than-life personalities that graced the Extreme Pro Wrestling (EPW) stage. Determined to make her dream a reality, she scoured the internet for any information on how to land a tryout. Months of relentless searching finally paid off when she stumbled upon a obscure email address belonging to one of the EPW coaches. In a bold move, she sent an email detailing her passion for wrestling and pleading for a chance to audition. To her surprise, not only did the coach respond, but they also gave her a date and time for the tryout. Rebecca couldn't believe her luck.

The day of the tryout finally arrived, and Rebecca nervously made her way to the EPW training center. As she waited in the lobby, she began to question her decision. The other girls who were trying out were all tall, muscular, and oozing charisma. In comparison, Rebecca felt small, weak, and unremarkable. Her self-doubt was only amplified when she was finally called in to meet with the coaches. They took one look at her and shook their heads. They told her that she had the heart and determination they were looking for, but her physique simply wasn't up to par with the standards of the company.

Rebecca performed all the basic moves that she picked up from years of watching. She hit the ropes right and was able to take bumps and sell. She easily began to sweat as one coach called her to a corner of the gym.

"Look kid, you've got heart. You've got the drive. But you need to look the part," he told her. “You have to look to the crowd and make them believe you can beat anyone. While making the men drool over you. You're not quite there yet. But we can help you wit that." He reached into his pocket and pulled out small vial filled with a clear liquid. "This is an experimental steroid. It'll make you stronger, faster, and maybe add a few needed curves. And who knows? Maybe it'll give you what it takes to make it big in this business." He held it out to her, the silver cap glinting in the dim light.

Rebecca hesitated for a moment, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. She had never considered taking steroids before, but she knew this was her one chance to make it. She took a deep breath and reached out, grasping the vial tightly in her hand. "I'll do it," she said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "I'll take the risk. Just give me a chance."

The coach smiled, a gleam of approval in his eye. "Alright, kid. But remember, it's an experimental drug. The effects aren't guaranteed, and there could be side effects down the line. But we think you're strong enough to handle it." He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder before nodding toward the locker room. "Go on, get changed into something more comfortable. Then come back out here and we'll see what you look like after a shot of this stuff."

Rebecca hurried into the locker room, her heart pounding with excitement and fear. She took out the vial. She removed her baggy shirt revealing her petite frame as she sighed at her reflection in the mirror.

She drew the needle and carefully injected the steroid into her muscle. As soon as the liquid entered her body, she felt a surge of energy flow through her veins. She flexed her arm and felt her muscles tighten and grow. Her face flushed with excitement. She couldn't believe it was really happening. Her vision became blurry as she took her glasses off and saw everything clearly.

Rebecca grunted “Whoa this stuff really works!”

Rebecca began to feel the full effects of the steroids coursing through her system. Her muscles swelled and hardened, and she grew three inches taller. Her once gangly legs now had the definition and strength of a seasoned athlete yet still had the grace and femininity of a dancer. Her short black hair grew longer as it flowed down her back.

She looked down at her body and gasped. She had thicker thighs as she peeled off her sweatpants. Her once loose underwear was now tight upon her body as she smiled with glee. She turned her head to witness her ass gain more mass as it became a mound of muscle and fat. Rebecca curled her lips as she purred in enjoyment of the sight. Her back began to ripple with new power as the steroid multiplied muscle all over. “Unnnh yes!” Rebecca moaned. “Make me strong…. Make me fucking sexy!”

Rebecca shuddered feeling a great amount of pleasure as she flexed in the mirror. Her arms definitely were no longer sticks but packed with power as her biceps looked perfectly symmetrical. She looked at her abs that looked chiseled from stone.

Her breasts, however, were the center of attention. They had sprouted from her chest like blooming flowers. They were bigger now, fuller and rounder. Her once flat chest had been replaced by a pair of perfect, round orbs that made her feel more womanly. They jiggled slightly with each breath, drawing attention to her newly defined cleavage. Rebecca couldn’t help but feel as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy.

“I’m a star!” She squealed. It took a good amount of willpower for her to stop staring at her body as she exited to return for her tryout.

The other girls in the gym watched in awe as Rebecca walked back out onto the floor. Her movements were confident and powerful, unlike anything they had ever seen before. As she began to perform the drills, the other coaches joined in, all of them unable to tear their eyes away from this incredible display of athleticism and grace.

Rebecca's muscles rippled with every movement, her strength evident in every leap and spin. She executed each drill flawlessly, her coordination and agility far surpassing anything the coaches had ever seen from her before. Even the most experienced gymnasts on the team couldn't help but feel a hint of envy as they watched Rebecca soar through the air, her body seemingly weightless and effortless.

The coaches exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of awe and disbelief. They knew that they were witnessing something truly special, something that could potentially change the course of the entire season. As Rebecca finished her final routine, the room erupted in applause, the other girls cheering just as loudly as they would for their own teammate.

Rebecca stepped off the mat, her chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over her. She had never felt stronger, faster, or more agile in her life. She looked up at the coaches, who were now surrounded by the other team members, their expressions unreadable.

The owner of the promotion , Mr. Jenkins, finally made his way through the crowd. He was an intimidating figure, tall and broad shouldered, with a stern face that often left newcomers feeling uneasy. As he approached Rebecca, she tried to steady her breath and compose herself.

"Rebecca," she managed to say, her voice slightly shaky. "Rebecca Garcia."

Mr. Jenkins nodded, his expression unreadable. "Rebecca," he said, his voice booming across the gym. "I must say, I've never seen anything like that in my entire career. You are truly a remarkable young woman." He paused, taking a step closer to her. "We are going to make you a star. We’ll call you Roxy Garcia.”

[julietwiskey1]

What are some of your Azula headcanons?

Fluff

Azula is really clingy in her sleep. She grabs something and just cuddles up to it never letting go. Sparky from @ultranos is her all time favorite. Though people who have put her to bed as a child have found themselves trapped as she held on tight to their arms.

Azula can be a bit of a dorky nerd. While she usually comes off as cutting to those she talks to briefly those who know her see another side. She remembers almost everything she was taught in school and tends to bring it up in nerdy ways. And her confidence masks her social awkwardness.

Azula and Zuko were enemies six days a week and best friends one day a week. And it was always a surprise when it would happen. Pretty much no words of understanding or reconciliation would be shared with them. They just wake up and start playing in the garden.

Angst

Post war Azula is struggling with her identity and knowing what she should do with her life. She grew up always being told what to be and what to do. Now that she doesn't have anyone telling her what that is she feels completely lost.

Azula does not know what healthy relationships look or function like. She is prone to entering into abusive relationships and unwilling to leave. She craves to be loved and accepted so any little bit given to her is powerful and lets her look past the mountain of pain they cause.

Ozai never burned or hit Azula. In fact he often became furious if she ever got scratched or burned while in training. He would tell her that those were all signs of weakness and failure. But she needed to be perfect as she was a direct reflection of him. And any burn or scar she got would be a sign that he was not prefect.

How about another comforting thought before I end this? Post war Azula and Ursa reconcile. Azula was actually rather willing to give Ursa a chance as she was desperate for love. Ursa helps Azula develop her self esteem and learn how to judge if things are good for herself. And her proudest moment is when Azula yelled at her when she messed up. It showed growth in Azula in understanding that she no longer had to morph herself to be a tool for a parent or others.

[beeehiives]

In The Wee Small Hours of the Morning

Vecna is defeated, time moves on, but Steve still can't sleep. Neither can Eddie.

A short story short: Eddie and Steve help each other get some rest.

Fic below, but also on ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53420725

Transitioning back to real life post-Vecna happened much quicker than Steve was expecting. He had expected something else to go wrong, or at least to get caught up in the endless cogs of government bureaucracy as the folks at the lab tried to convince the entire town they’d experienced a run-of-the-mill earthquake.

It’s not as if it’s been a smooth transition, either. Max is still in physical therapy, working out how to walk again and being stubbornly stoic the entire time. The rest of the kids refuse to leave her side, bringing snacks and books and trying to recruit her to their nerdy dragons game.

Steve’s still healing, from the bat bites. He peeks at them sometimes, in between hospital visits. As far as post-Upside-Down injuries go, he’s had worse. His neck still hurts like a bitch, and the bruises still haven’t fully gone away. Every time he thinks about them, he gets cold shivers and has to close his eyes and breathe slowly for a few minutes. He feels weak.

Eddie’s even worse than he is, still asleep at the hospital a few doors down from Max’s room before she’d been released. Steve had taken him, carried him across the portal with steady, bloody hands. His torso had been torn to shreds, losing so much blood that Eddie had passed out cold.

Steve always figured he was good in a crisis. He knew how to get things done when they needed to be. It wasn’t until Eddie was lying in the hospital bed, unconscious but stable, that Steve allowed himself to worry.

Steve had stayed by his side for days, waiting for him to wake up. He read, paced around, and mostly made himself sick with anxiety. Wayne kept insisting that it was good he stay, that if Eddie were to wake up when Wayne was working, Eddie should have a familiar face to help him relax.

Steve felt like an imposter. He barely knew Eddie, really, having only known of each other in high school and having limited opportunities to talk when they were under attack by Vecna. Still — Steve felt a closeness to the boy lying on the hospital bed, long hair messy and tangled.

In the late night hours, when all the kids had gone home to sleep, Steve remained beside him. He tracked the movement of his chest, up and down, up and down. He worried that if he looked away, Eddie might stop breathing. He tore his eyes away from the shallow breaths and looked down at his hand.

Something rotten and forbidden hidden deep inside Steve called out for him to take Eddie’s hand. He wanted to hold him, feel his heartbeat through the vein on his wrist, become closer and closer to him. Eddie’s hand looked different without his rings on.

“Stevie,” Eddie’s voice would have startled Steve if he wasn’t too tired to even move. “What’re you doin’?”

Steve stared blankly. Eddie was awake, looking at him, soft features forming an expression of amused confusion. Steve opened his mouth to say something, before surging forward and hugging Eddie.

It was awkward, Steve leaning over the hospital bed and trying to avoid irritating any of Eddie’s wounds. Eddie let out a startled laugh and brought his arms up to hug Steve back. They stayed like this for longer than Steve thought he’d be capable of, before Eddie shifted and winced. Steve moved back immediately.

“Sorry.” Steve dropped his eyes back down to Eddie’s hand, suddenly bashful again. “I don’t know what I’m doing…here. Wayne’s working a shift and I figured…I don’t know. The kids are home sleeping, and you might want someone to—"

“I’m glad you’re here. Woulda sucked to be by myself,” Eddie starts, and a toothy grin makes its way to his face. “Especially after my heroic act.”

“Sure, man,” Steve huffed with laughter. He could feel the tension draining from his chest. Eddie’s awake. He’s alive. Steve’s hands start to shake. He sits back down beside the bed, trying to regulate his breathing.

“You scared the hell out of everyone,” Steve says quietly. “Dustin’s been here a bunch. All the kids have. They’ve been going back and forth between you and Max.”

“The kid’s alright?” Eddie asks, trying to sit up.

“Cut it out, you’ll tear something,” Steve says. “She’s healing. A lot of broken bones, but she’s in PT now and she’s as fierce as ever.” Eddie nods, satisfied. “I’m going to get a nurse to check you out.”

As Steve starts to stand up, Eddie stops him.

“Hey,” Eddie’s expression is hard to read. He’s looking at Steve’s neck, the bruising faint across his skin. “Thanks for bringing me back. And, uh, for staying.”

Steve nods. He goes to get a nurse, his task distracting him from wondering how Eddie knew it was Steve that had carried him home.

——

After that, time moves too quickly. Max seems to be doing better every day, and the kids spend the majority of their time filling Eddie’s hospital room with chatter and games (Steve still doesn’t quite get the rules of Dungeons & Warlocks). The Byers and Chief Hopper have temporarily moved in to Hopper’s old cabin, deciding to stay for a few weeks to let everything settle before they can get started on moving back to Hawkins.

Eddie, for his part, interacts with the kids in high spirits. He even teases Dustin, promising that “you can’t get rid of me that easily, I’m indestructible!”

Steve feels like he’s falling behind. When he goes home, it’s to an empty, dark house. His parents called to see if there had been damage to the house from the ‘earthquake,’ and after assuring them there wasn’t any, they’d hung up to continue their extended Europe vacation, far from the Indiana heat.

Steve barely sleeps, and when he does, the nail bat is underneath his bed. He’s prone to waking up in cold sweats, images of hellish dog beasts and flesh tearing and everyone he loves dying lingering in his mind. He tries to spend as much time as he can with Eddie, but gets ushered home by Wayne, who insists he should be trying to rest instead of spending all his time in the sterile hospital.

Sometimes, Wayne will be working, and Eddie will let him stay overnight with him at the hospital. They shoot the shit, playing card games and talking. Steve learns about Eddie’s world-star band, about how when they first started playing, Gareth would tease him for getting pre-show jitters. Eddie tells him about his parents, how he’s been staying at his uncle’s ever since they walked out of his life when he was a kid.

Steve listens, content to learn about Eddie and stare unabashedly at his animated expressions.

Steve is surprised when Eddie insists on knowing about Steve, too. He’s genuinely curious, asks way too many questions and listens intently. Steve feels nervous under his intense gaze, like he’ll slip up making eye contact and accidentally tell Eddie he thinks he’s beautiful.

When it gets late, and Eddie can’t keep his eyes open anymore, he asks Steve to stay. He won’t say why, but Steve wouldn’t say no either way.

Steve falls asleep in his chair next to Eddie’s hospital bed, head leaned onto the mattress, facing Eddie. It’s uncomfortable as hell for his neck when he wakes up, but he sleeps longer than he’s managed to sleep in a long time. It takes him a while to identify, but he realizes with a start one morning that he feels safe for the first time in too long.

Sometimes, when he’s right on the edge of sleep, in the quiet hospital room, Steve thinks he can feel Eddie’s fingers in his hair, brushing it behind his ear and off his brow.

——

When Eddie gets released from the hospital, Steve’s worried he’ll be done with him. Like, thanks for the company when I literally had nobody else to talk to, bye now!

Instead, Eddie insists on having Steve come over to the new place he and Wayne are set up. Since their old trailer was demolished (thanks, Vecna), the government set them up in a tiny two-bedroom on the edge of town that had been empty for decades, probably because it’s a couple busted pipes away from being condemned.

Eddie’s reputation was worse for wear, so he was instructed to stay inside until they were able to get everything sorted out.

Every time Steve worried about overstaying his welcome, Eddie fired back, arguing that he’d be getting “serious cabin fever” without company. The kids were back to school soon enough, deciding it was better off to finish out the school year than to have to redo the whole thing.

It was mostly just the two of them in the house, with Wayne back to work to afford groceries and keep up appearances. Steve found himself getting even closer to Eddie, his bright nature and infectious energy keeping him steady when the weight of what they’d been through threatened to overwhelm him.

One night in May, they’re lounging around the living room watching some awful late night soap opera and eating pizza when Steve perks his head up, remembering.

“How’d you know it was me who brought you back?” Steve looked over at Eddie, who shrugged. The moonlight glimmered through the window, catching Eddie’s face.

“I kept fading in and out. I think when you lifted me through the portal, it jostled me awake a little bit. I just remember feeling you carry me. And, when you almost dropped me when we landed back in the real world.” Eddie grinned, glancing teasingly at Steve, who rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t, though,” Steve smiled, taking a swig of his coke. “Carried you all the way out to the edge of the park, too. The ambulance couldn’t make it with the roads that jacked up. They almost wouldn’t come out.”

The feeling returns. Steve remembers how limp Eddie was in his arms, how frantic Dustin was, yelling at Steve to ask if he was still alive. Steve’s hands start to shake again, and he wants to reach out to touch Eddie and feel his heartbeat.

Eddie, ever so observant, leans forward and furrows his brow. “Dude, you okay?” Steve nods.

“I don’t like thinking about what happened. I can’t sleep because of it,” His own honestly startles him. Steve hasn’t told anyone about his issues sleeping. He crashes on the Munson family couch now and again when it’s too late to drive home, but he’s still never slept better than when he was right next to Eddie in the hospital room, messed up neck and all.

“Nightmares?” Eddie’s voice is soft, Steve almost can’t hear it over the dull chatter of the TV. Steve nods. “Same here. I keep seeing those things tearing into people. I don’t think I’ve slept through a full night yet, since—“ He cuts himself off.

“Since?” Steve asks. Eddie shifts uncomfortably in his chair. He nods his head, in a here goes nothing kind of way, before speaking.

“Since the hospital. It felt better—safer, when you were in the room. I don’t know. It’s not the same with other people. I’ve asked Wayne to stay with me until I fell asleep, but I keep waking up, same thing. With you—“ His voice wavers.

Steve fights to keep his expression neutral. He wants to reach out, comfort him, make him feel better. He elects to let Eddie finish. Eddie clears his throat. His voice is steadier.

“With you, it was like I was with someone who understood, who’d gone through the same shit. Like a trauma bonding kinda thing, I guess.”

Steve nods. “I felt the same.” Eddie seems to perk up at this. “Like, I could let myself relax because I was, uh. With you.” Steve feels a bit awkward now, that he’s said that last part. He half expects Eddie to laugh at him, or worse, be disgusted at his confession.

“Want to try it again?” Eddie’s voice is clearer, stronger now.

“Try what?”

“Sleeping. Together.” Eddie clarifies, before laughing at himself and shaking his head. “Like trying to rest. Only if you want to.”

Steve agrees faster than he can react. Thirty minutes later, they’re putting their plates in the sink and Steve’s awkwardly shuffling behind Eddie, who has to steady himself every now and then and walk a little slower than usual, thanks to the still-healing torso wounds.

Steve borrows a pair of pajama pants and an old, worn band tee that Steve’s never heard of. Eddie chuckles when Steve returns after changing.

Eddie gently lowers himself back into bed, the whiny squeaks of the shitty old bed frame the only sound in the room. Steve’s never been in here before, and he looks around at the boxes of clothes, haphazardly taped up metal band posters, and Eddie’s acoustic guitar, which Hopper salvaged from his trailer after he woke up.

It’s endearing, seeing how resilient Eddie has been in the face of a total uproot of his life.

Steve turns off the light and moves to sit on the floor next to the bed. Eddie blinks at him.

“What’re you doing, dude?” Eddie grunts and sits up on his elbows. Steve tilts his head.

“I thought we were going to sleep.”

“Oh. Yeah, I mean—but—you don’t have to sleep down there.” Eddie pats the mattress next to him, moving the blankets back for Steve. The darkness of the room is comforting, hiding Steve’s face. He can still see the outline of Eddie’s wild hair, and his heart races.

“I don’t mean to intrude.” Steve whispers.

“You could never.”

Steve nods, moving to get into the right side of the bed next to Eddie. The mattress is just large enough for both of them, meaning that with Eddie having to sleep on his back to heal, Steve has to turn on his side in order to not bump shoulders. He turns facing away from Eddie.

They lay in comfortable silence for a while, before Steve feels Eddie shift and bring his right arm up onto the pillow.

“I’m glad I got to know you,” Eddie whispers. In the silence of the night, it feels like they’re the only two people in the world. Steve is overwhelmed with emotion — with love. He feels heavy with it.

“I—“ Steve cuts himself off. He isn’t sure what he’ll say if he lets himself talk.

Eddie shifts around some more, gently tapping Steve’s back with his fingers. Steve trembles.

“Hey,” Eddie says. “You okay?” Steve turns around to face him. Eddie has shifted so he’s somewhat on his side facing Steve, a move which looks comfortable but he’s sure Eddie’s doctor would chastise him about.

Eddie scoots closer. He takes Steve’s trembling hands in his own.

“What’re you thinking about, Stevie?” Eddie whispers, his face inches away from Steve’s. He can smell Eddie’s shampoo, feel the warmth of his hands. Steve has never felt more safe, more secure.

“I’m falling for you.” Steve manages. He feels Eddie’s intake of air. Steve’s so tired he barely registers the potential consequences. Eddie could tell everybody, could make him leave, want him out of his life.

Instead, Eddie leans forward and kisses him. His hand comes up to brush against Steve’s jaw, and he moves forward to tangle their legs together. He has to stop when he winces in pain, readjusting his torso.

“Shit, sorry.” Steve croaks out. Eddie lets out a quiet, happy laugh.

“You really are?” Eddie asks. Steve nods. His hands aren’t shaking anymore.

“Is that…okay? I can leave if that makes you uncomfortable, I’d get it if you—“ Eddie kisses him again, and Steve can feel the smile on his lips.

“It’s the same for me, pretty boy,” Eddie says, voice soft. “I didn’t think you’d—I mean, I never thought you would too. C’mere.”

Eddie lifts his arm up to put under Steve, and Steve tucks his head into Eddie’s neck, breathing in slowly. He feels his mind start to relax. He puts his arm around Eddie, careful to mind his bandages.

Before he falls asleep, he can feel fingers soothing the tangles in his hair and a gentle kiss pressed to the top of his head.

He sleeps better than he has in years.

[fandomsnstuff]

After writing 5k for yesterday, have some short and sweet blupjeans (from an old blurb that i made some edits to)

Two more days!

Day 28: YES

Barry's just trying to get some work done when a woman he's never seen before asks him to lunch. Surprisingly, he says yes.

Read it on AO3

Sildar Hallwinter is on his deathbed. He’s wrinkled and grey and his body won’t hold out for much longer. Lup, his wife and the love of his life, sits on the edge of the bed, holding his hand. His vision is a little bleary, but he knows she’s beautiful. Her hair still blonde, her skin unmarred, her mind always as sharp as ever. He feels her lips press against the back of his hand.

“You’ll remember me, won’t you?” He asks, his voice quiet and weak.

“Of course, my love,” she says. She leans forward and presses a kiss to his forehead. “It’s just the question of if you’ll remember me.”

“I could never forget you.”

She smiles a bittersweet smile, tears pricking at her eyes. “That’s what you said last time.” She presses another kiss to his forehead. “And the time before that-” a kiss to the corner of his eye- “and the time before that.” She kisses him properly, soft and slow.

He takes a long moment to open his eyes after. “I mean it this time.”

She laughs lightly, “you said that last time too.”

“Lup-”

She hushes him, stroking his cheek gently. “Don’t argue, love. You can rest. I’ll find you again. I always do.”

By the time the sun rises, Sildar Hallwinter is dead.

Barry Bluejeans is sitting in the back corner of a library, working furiously.

Should he have had this project done three days ago? Yes. Did he do it? No. Does it need to be done by tomorrow night so now he’s freaking out cause it’s a lot of work? Yes.

It’s fine. He’s camped out in a quiet corner, his laptop and sea of notes acting as a deterrent, no one’s going to–

“Hi.”

Barry pauses in his work. He looks up to tell whoever’s come over to his table that no, they can’t sit here, but his words die in his throat. Standing next to him is the most beautiful woman he's ever seen in his life. She has short, curly blonde hair, she’s tall, her eyes are sparkling and piercing. Barry feels like she can see right through him. He stares at her dumbly, lost for words.

“I’m Lup.” She holds out a bouquet Barry didn’t notice she was holding, “do you want to get lunch?”

Barry looks at the bouquet, then back up at her. “Yes,” he says. He packs up his stuff in a rush and stands, slinging his bag over his shoulder. His project is now second priority. “Do you have somewhere in mind?”

She links her arm with his. “I always do.”

As they walk out of the library arm in arm, Lup still holding the flowers she brought, he can't help but picture a wedding. Bride and groom walking back up the aisle together after promising to spend forever at each other's side. He clears his throat and tries to subtly shake his head to erase the thought like an etch-a-sketch. What a weird idea to have about a woman he just met ten seconds ago.

“You okay?” She asks. There's a glint of amusement in her eye. She's laughing silently at him. This must be a prank or something. Ask out the quiet nerdy guy and then laugh at him when he thinks it's real. It's a classic. But something in the back of his head nags at him, telling him she wouldn't do that. He doesn't know why he's confident about it, but he just knows that she would never.

“I'm fine,” he says. “I– have I introduced myself? I'm Barry.”

“Barry,” she says it like she's trying it on. “I like it. Maybe your best one yet.”

“Thank you?”

[cute-vomit]

Dong-Mei, my LMK Oc. Look under for info on them!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Team: Lady bone demon.

Gender: Agender (Any pronouns and neo pronouns)

Sexuality: Ace and  Pansexual

Personality: Sassy,mean, spoiled, manipulative

Weapons: Her hair ( the end of her pig tails are claws and can cling onto stuff, grow longer or work as a second pair of arms) and illusions with manipulating people very well.

Backstory:

Dong-Mei was a girl who lived in a secluded village in a deep forest, which the village hated her and her family, after being accused for black magic and her mother having affairs with a demon. One day, Dong-Mei was burning herbs while singing a lullaby, the people in the village thought she was performing a hex on the village, so they tied her to a tree and burned her alive, as she died, her soul didn’t want to leave,so she took the only thing she could use as a body, her shadow.

The town has now turned into megalopolis,with Dong-Mei still haunting the land, lurking in dark areas such as abandoned alleyways, until she joined the LBD team, as she basically worshipped and became lady bones personal maiden.

Relationship with other characters and head cannons:

MK: Hates him ever since he defeated LBD

Mei: Dislikes her but to a normal disliking point, hasn’t really done much to her.

Red Son: No opinion on him, kinda annoying to her, but she doesn’t really care.

Sun Wukong: Same with MK

Macaque: Used to like him until he left the team, then she has no opinion on him.

Nezha: No opinion on him, never really interacted with him.

Chang’e: Same as Nezha

Lady bone demon: Very close to her, and worships her

Mayor: Close, kinda parental figure to her

Sandy: Likes his cat, she thinks he’s chill 👌

Tang: Thinks he’s nerdy, and easy to attack

Pigsy: Threatened to turn him into bacon, you figure out the rest.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

-really rich, as in, VERY rich.

-Changes her outfits every day, the current outfit she’s wearing is her tuxedo

-Her and the mayor are close friends

-Her age is 5000 but she can change her age from 10 to 20 (usually stays as a 10 year old)

-Might have her own season as being the antagonist in my AU 👀

-Hair is as long as her at least and can grow to 30 ft long.

-After season 3. And etc, she goes to the noodle shop and eats there jus to annoy everyone with her presences ✨✨

-Tries to stay away from Red son, because her weakness is fire (cause that’s how she died, lol) or any type of fire.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[dannyphantom-justiceleauge]

Danny is the type of kid who becomes tall out of nowhere and then get begged to play a sport

hell yeah. we've seen dan, we've seen his dad. puberty is gonna hit our boy like a freaking truck. plus he's already proven fairly athletic from all his ghost hunting, doing flips and throwing punches, and running constantly. i fully believe that the whole trio is secretly ripped. not in aesthetic way but in a practical way. because again they're out fighting, running, dodging, blasting. they'd probably do well on track out of everything.

so for this situation i see a slow unveiling of talent. danny developed something of an indifference to dash's bullying because he's dealing with worse and more important things. so usially he just goes with the situation to get it over with as fast as possible. like yes, throw me in the locker, i have class that i want to be on time for, for a change, lets move this along. this is back when he's still short. tucker still looks nerdy and thin and is still more interested on relying on his tech than any athletic ability. sam is the most recognized as somewhat athletic but most people just see the goth and don't notice the arm muscles or calf's she's rocking. girl could bench press paulina, and no one realizes.

until

some sort of ghost attack. i feel like the one where the kids had to fight to get their parents back would fit as the beginning of the realization. like danny sam and tucker hold their own through that fight. danny actually shows a fair bit of coordination and helps the others with ghost hunting training. i think it would be around then that people note that they're not as weak as they look. then over a series of other attacks across a time period, people start really noticing. tucker climbs a building to get to a high point to use a megaphone for evacuation. sam literally princess carries paulina out of a situation. danny in human form punches skulkers head off. it's one of those things that make it into vague rumor but isn't a big enough deal to get much louder, than a few confused comments.

then puberty hits and suddenly a lot of their physical progress suddenly becomes obvious. they all fill out in ways the student body isn't prepared for. like they figured out on paper that the trio are kind of strong, but then suddenly tucker is showing off his abs to the girls and his pecs and arms are showing through his slightly too tight shirt, and he's still managing to be a total nerd about it. sam gets pretty tall, especially with her boots and she has the posture and confidence to seem like a model or mma fighter. she's that much scarier. no one wants to fuck with her. and then there's danny. who shot up to six feet over the course of a summer, has the chris evens v-chest kinda going on, is struggling to find shirts that fit now, constantly bumping his head because he no longer has the same clearance, and he's still growing!

of course, they're gonna be begged to join various teams/ have sudden spike in popularity. i imagine tucker is living for this attention but danny and sam kinda liked being ignored better. danny initially enjoyed the attention but it quickly became apparent that people paying attention to you makes it a lot harder to keep a secret. he also just doesn't have time fore sports. the ghosts don't care about his schedule but coach tesloff and all of his team mate care a lot. he doesn't want to disappoint anyone. i could see a whole episode about this, danny tries at football it ultimately doesn't work out, tucker spends the episode showing off to girls until they get sick of it/it blows up in his face. and for sam, oho, sam gets offered a modeling job that has paulina foaming at the mouth in jealousy. she accepts the job purely to piss her off. there's a lot of fun to be had with this - Hestia

[mythicalninjas]

Bloody Season

Donnie and Mikey X fem!Reader.

This is a serie of three chapters about Donnie explaining to his brothers about menstruation. His such knowledge was given by reader through a doubt he had during her period, and from deep researches.

Warning: SFW, blood mention.

Cramps, loss of appetite, lack of good humor, a heat bag being held against your lower abdomen to assuage the anguish, feeling that affliction hot liquid between your legs, "weak stomach", menstrual diarrhea; and also the pre syntoms: sore breasts, desire of sweets; should I continue?

It's frightering of how both body and mind change during the bloody days.

"I don't-".

"You need..." Donnie said softly while hold a sandwish to you.

"Donnie, I... I'm not hungry".

"You haven't eaten yet, Y/N".

"But-" You sighed "Okay..." You whispered, groaning while make effort to sit. You are curently in the Lair on a sofa of the main space. With shaky hands, you pick the delicious looking sandwish and spend a few seconds staring at it, forcing your stomach groan by hungry—which never has come. Being vulnerable and painful throughout those days of the week is something we could only get used a while after; it seems we never get used of it, like it is the first time every month we go through.

All your stomach does is protest to not receive the food, but you have to. Or you would get weaker than before. You bite, chew and swallow; again. Bite, chew and swallow; slow moves.

"Enough" you murmmured, handing the half-eaten sandwish towards the purple clad humanoid mutant turtle, who was only watching you all the time "I don't want it anymore". Donatello could see the discomfort in your eyes "It's okay. At least you have eaten something and this is what the matter" he assured, taking the sandwish and placing his massive hand on your shoulder and pushing you down carefully, making you laying down again. "Rest. If you need something, call me".

You share a weak smile as he walks away. Donatello is the only one besides April who understand perfectly your mensal unconfortable situation; the others know as well but not as much as their smart brother.

"Hey, Don. How's Y/N?" Mikey asked as soon Donnie enters the kitchen area.

"She is okay. Just tired" he explains "Not hungry as normal".

Mikey hummed in confirmation, nodding. Even being difficult to get exactly what is happening to you, Mikey has a deep respect for you; giving you space, silence, sharing support. Because he knew what is going on, but he doesn't know the why of it.

He wants to ask, but a feeling of shame prevents him to do it.

"Don bro..." he called.

"Hum?" Donnie answered while take a simp of coffee with milk and holding a piece of bread with Nutella generously spread over it.

"I know that Y/N suffers by... uh... menstrual season or whatever. But can you explain me why does she has it every month?".

Donnie almost choke with his coffee, wide eyes right at his younger curious brother. Menstruation is kind of thing that just women have, and it might be a delicated subject to be debated about, mainly among men.

"Well, I will explain. But I'll say what Y/N has told me, okay? I'm not an expert on it".

Mikey nodded, taking a seat as prepares himself for the "class". Donnie did as well, picking another free chair and sitting on the other side of the table, right in front of Mikey and signing with his finger for his young brother to lean closer.

"Okay, imagine..." Donnie starts, whispering near to his brother's face "Imagine you have an organ within you, lower in your abdomen". Mikey looked down at his plastron with a question expression "This organ is called uterus, and it was made to create, carry, and support a child" Mikey looked up at Donnie, with many facial expressions traveling over his cute face "Okay so, period is a woman body's way of releasing tissue that it no longer needs. Every month, the feminine body prepares for pregnancy. The lining of the uterus gets thicker as preparation for nurturing a fertilized egg. An egg is released and is ready to be fertilized and settle in the lining of your uterus. When the fertilization does not happen, the uterus eliminates all its stuff it had done. This is why women bleeds in this season" he finished, taking a bite of the bread with Nutella.

Mikey did not say a word, just stared at his brother's eyes.

Donnie tilted his head, waiting for Mikey comment.

"I didn't get it yet" Mikey said quietly.

Donnie groaned "What did you not understand?".

"How a woman can create a child alone?"

"Mikey!"

"Sorry! I know women don't make children alone. There are a fucking rush of questions running in my head now".

Donnie shook his head, biting another piece of his food. He doesn't blame Mikey at all, he knew that he's new into this kind of conversation.

"Okay, well..." the genius continued, calmly "Women are the only one who contain this organ-".

"This is what I was already aware." Mikey said.

"Good. So, the period is kind of "punishment" for women for not get pregnant" the nerdy summed up.

"Really?".

"Yeah".

"That's awful".

"Indeed''.

''But... Why they feel pain? Like, not just cramps, but others stuff".

"What they feel is similar—or same—to pregnancy symptoms. Actually it depends from each woman. For example, Y/N" he points at you "She feels weak, she has loss of appetite, cramps, etc. There are days that she feels okay during her period, but during others days, it looks like she couldn't even leave bed''.

Mikey glanced at you with sad eyes "Poor Y/N. And thinking that she has to go through it every month. I guess I wouldn't handle with it tho".

Donnie shrugged in agreement.

The both turtles spent a few minutes observing you sleeping, their minds—Mikey mostly—lost in a sea of imagines and questions. They want to ask you more about period, but they are deel timid for it. It is weird when men ask women about menstrual cycle, but it could be important to know what happens to women body during this time.

"So, when Y/N will get pregnant to not feel those stuff?"

"Excuse m-!"

They jumped as you aproach to the kitchen area, a tired face and messy hair difining your current mood "Hey, guys..." You greeted, walking towards the fridge.

"Hey, Y/N" Donnie smiled "W-Why did you get up? You had to have called me to reach you something".

"No problem, Donnie" you said with a hoarse voice "I have to make my body move a bit. I was too motionless. I'm okay" You take a simp of water, walking back to the coach.

"Hey, Y/N. Can I ask you something?" Mikey's question makes Donnie feel shivers running down his spine. The genius immediately grabs Mikey's arm to pull him closer and threatened quietly "Don't you dare ask that!".

"Sure. What ya wanna ask?" Noticing their sudden change of behavior, you quirked a brow edge "Is everything okay?".

"Yes!" Mikey responded quickly, and Donnie shares a dork smile.

You shruged, heading back to the couch. You knew they're hidding something, but you're not expecting what is coming soon with Mikey's curiosity.

[koulakoukoula2003]

Confession (Levi x Reader)

Pairing: Levi x Reader, Levi x You, Levi x OC

Genre: Fluff, sooooo much fluff

Trigger warning: strong language cuz it's Levi what did you expect lol

Summary: After rushing you all the way from Utgard Castle to a hospital in Trost, Levi finds himself driven in the verge of despair. The thought of losing you -you, the person he grew up with in the Underground. You, the woman who had stood by him for as long as he can remember- it’s just too much to deal with. He has to let you know how he feels, because he may never get the chance again. 

You’re both living in a cruel world, after all. 

A/N: This is the second part from my latest shortfic. If you wanna read the previous part, it’s right here Part 1. But you won’t have to if you’re feeling lazy 🤣 It’s written in 3rd Person’s POV. 

Light slowly penetrated her eyelids as she began to stir. (Y/n) realised her head wasn’t resting back against a soft pillow. She could tell she was covered in blankets, but hands were around her too. Warm fingers were tangled between her own and the weight of a man’s cheek pressed on the top of her forehead. A rhythmic heartbeat thrummed beneath her ear, and she knew her cheek was pressed against his chest.

It was Levi, wasn’t it? She could tell she was in a hospital from the whiteness of the room’s walls. Had he really taken her there? Wasn’t it dangerous to go out in titan territory all on his own and rush his way there with her unconscious body? But she had to remind herself. Nothing was dangerous for Levi.

Levi had saved her life. He risked going out on his own only to take her back to safety, and fast. She was supposed to be dead. There was a time that she might’ve wanted that, but there was something that had brought tears in her eyes the moment she realised she was going to die last night. It was the thought of never seeing him again. It was the thought of never getting to tell him how much she loved him.

But everything was alright now. He had brought her to safety. He had saved her life. She was on a bed, but he was holding her. Her body was resting back against his own, and his hands were keeping both her own warm beneath the blankets. But then the pain returned. It returned and it stung harshly in her stomach, but thankfully, she could say she had stopped losing blood. Still, she let out a wince that she didn’t have enough time to muffle back.

That wince was loud enough to snap his eyes open and look down at her worriedly. “Are you okay? Are you in pain? Wait here. I’ll go get the doc-” Levi’s hands let go of her own, and he tried to stand up and walk away, but she grasped his hands and kept him in place.

“No. Stay,” Having her asking him to stay. It startled him. But he welcomed that request. He laced their fingers together once more, and he watched her as she buried her face in his neck like a kitten, starved of affection. She breathed shakily and she shut her eyes as it all came back to her.

Mike being squeezed to death. Nanaba and Gelgar being torn apart, whilst shouting her name for help. Lynne and Henning being crushed beneath debris, and Ymir being cannibalised alive. (Y/n) was too weak to protect any of them. Too wounded and too weak to do anything. She had given it all after her ODM got useless. She had no choice but to dive into her own death. Accept defeat, and give in. Jump from the tower right into a titan’s mouth. She couldn’t stand back and watch the terrified looks in the faces of those children of the 104th.

“It was… terrifying,” Her voice cracked and tears overflowed her eyes and slipped down her cheeks unexpectedly. She hadn’t realised how much scared she was until she remembered how being safe feels. Her hands let go off his and reached for his shirt, grasping it and bringing him closer. Clutching onto the only man that could bring her relief and reassurance. “I thought I was going to die…” Another tear slipped down her cheek “…I thought I was never going to see you again-”

“It’s alright, now, (y/n),” Levi cut her. A hand found her back, clutching on her shirt, the other, her hair, pressing her face against his chest. He pressed a kiss on her forehead. “I’ve got you. I always have,”

“Thank you, Levi,”

Was she really thanking him? “Oi, what the fuck are you even thanking me about?” Levi pulled back to look down at her. He pressed his forehead against her own. A rough thumb found her cheeks and wiped away her tears. “I’d do anything for you,”

Those words drew her mind away from the terrors of last night, and she stared into those silver eyes finally realising how much scared he too must have been last night. She knew she meant a lot to him, and he meant a lot to her, but what were they to each other anymore? They’ve been friends. Best friends. Comrades. What now? Levi didn’t know whether it’d be the wrong choice that would ruin everything. And he didn’t know whether it’d be the right choice that would fix everything. 

But fuck it. He was tired of waiting. He had to grasp the chance for as long as they had left. He had her now, but he could lose her tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. Or some other time. He had to grasp the chance whilst she was still there. In his arms. 

And just like that, he stole her first kiss. His lips engulfed her own and it left her wide-eyed for a moment. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening. But she melted right away. His tongue penetrated her lips and met her own. He hummed upon her taste and his hands clutched around her bringing her closer. She wasn’t pushing him away. She was kissing him back. Her hand found his face. Her soft thumb stroked his cheek and he realised he couldn’t stop tasting her. It was her first kiss, and it was addicting.

He only pulled back to allow her to breathe. She looked hazed and mesmerised. Her taste was still on his lips and his hands found her face, making sure he had her attention. “Do you understand now why I need you to be safe?” Levi asked. “I love you, (y/n),”

Those words were the words that she never thought she’d hear coming from him. Not like this. She never thought anybody would want her like this. For all she knew, she and Hange were the nerdy, crazy scientists that everybody was scared of. But Levi knew her better than that. No. He knew her better than anyone.

“I love you too, Levi,”

The words flew right out of her mouth before she even had the chance to think. But she couldn’t hold it back. Not now that she knew he felt the same. Not now that she new she didn’t have to debate on why he was holding her when she knew exactly why. He loved her. She couldn’t believe it. She could no longer feel the pain on her wound, and all those terrors from last night seemed to be far behind her.

Levi was still surprised that she felt the same. But he didn’t waste a moment further. He kissed her again and her fingers clutched around his shirt urging him to lean closer. His tongue gently danced with her own, and he couldn’t even begin to realise how much he wanted this. He wanted to keep tasting her. She was his. She had always been and it was now apparent to both of them. His arms tightened around her. He bit gently down on her lip and she let out soft whimper. Mine. Utterly.

“Oh boy, poor girl just woke up and you’re already on top of her!”

No. No, fuckin’, way. It was Hange. Levi’s eyebrow twitched from anger that he was suppressing. He gritted his teeth as he stopped kissing Nathalie and turned shooting a glare towards the entrance where Hange stood. They didn’t look good, but that didn’t stop him from shouting at them.

“Hange!” Levi growled. “Haven’t you learned how to knock?!”

“Section Commander! You’re supposed to be in bed!” Moblit cried out as he followed behind them. And he was right. Hange’s entire face and hands were red to the point that (y/n) could say that something had burned them. They were standing with the help of a crutch. Moblit didn’t look any better.

“Moblit’s right, you look like shit,” Levi agreed.

“I’m fine!” Hange cried out before they turned their attention back at the two. “I need to consult my fellow second in command scientist, provided loverboy here has any intention of getting off of her,”

(Y/n)’s hand reached for her cheek. A failed attempt to cover the blush that had started spreading down her neck. “R- Right-”

“Hange-” Levi growled again, but (y/n) sealed his lips with the palm of her hand and he turned and looked at her.

(Y/n) pulled her hand away and she gave him a smile. “It’s alright. You know how Hange gets,”

“Reiner and Berthold! THEY GOT EREN!” Hange cried out and the couple’s eyes widened. 

Oh shit. 

A/N: There you go!!! Feel free to reblog! Lemme know what you guys think! If you wanna read the continuation, it’s my huge ass Levi x OC fic on ao3. Thank you for reading!! 🥰🥰

[hongnanglen-arina]

The Ulzzang Project - Part 4 | Jeon Wonwoo

Read part 3 Read part 5

⋅𖥔⋅ ━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━━ ⋅𖥔⋅

Genre: fluff, a little suggestive here and there

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x female reader

Warnings: alcohol, jealousy, heated moments? just two confused people plus jeonghan haha

Words: 3.6k

A/N: Hi! Here’s part 4. Wow... never thought I would write this much.. I wanted it to be a mini series but seems like it’s getting longer and longer.. anyways, hope you’ll like it ♡

⋅𖥔⋅ ━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━━ ⋅𖥔⋅

“Seungkwan doesn’t have as many followers as us but they do have a lot and considering they only post sweet and lovely photos… maybe we don’t need sexy photos at all?”

“But wasn’t it about seeing how many followers we can get within a month? Where is your fighting spirit, y/n?” Wonwoo removed his pajama pants and sat down beside you on the couch, looking at you. You agreed to take the photos Wonwoo once suggested. His hand on your bare thigh. His opinion was that it would attract people even more when his legs beside yours were bare too. Seeing no problem in this, you just said yes. Giving him a mischievous grin, you closed the app, locked your phone, set it aside and took another big gulp from your beer. When you wanted to lower your can, you felt your best friend’s hand on top of yours, grabbing the can and moving it in front of his own lips to drink. In your drunken state, you could only giggle but watched him swallow and groan in satisfaction when it tickled down his throat. 

He noticed your stare and smirked. “What’s wrong?” His rather innocent question didn’t fit the way he was looking at you. Feeling his warm hand on your thigh, you didn’t lower your gaze, instead your eyes fixated on his lips when he opened it a little to lick the corner. Jeon Wonwoo really wanted to test your patience.

Quickly, you cleared your throat and pulled your beer off his hand with a a flustered “That’s mine.”

Wonwoo chuckled but let it slide, squeezing your thigh. “Shall we start then?”

As you felt his eyes on you, you decided to tease him too, moving his hand higher so that his little finger was slightly grazing your dark panties. He stopped in his tracks and waited for you, for any sign and it seemed as if he stopped breathing. What was he expecting you wondered but chose to continue with your previous plan.

“Thought you were going to take photos? Not interested anymore?”

His eyes switched between your face and his hand on you and it amused you how his glasses slowly slid down the bridge of his nose in the process. Leaning closer and using your hand to push up his glasses, you made sure to graze his skin with your fingers. He was hypnotized, letting you do as you pleased. You two didn’t say anything for a while, heads clouded because of the alcohol you already had, cheeks flushed because of the closeness. 

You noticed his jaw clench, his chest rise, his adam’s apple bob while you looked at each other.

That was when you started to snicker and soon Wonwoo joined you.

Maybe if it wasn’t for the laughter, it could have ended differently. There was still some kind of tension between you but it was comfortable enough to make jokes and exchange playful glares here and there. Just like always.

After a bunch of photos later, you were in your last pose for today. You suggested to straddle him so you could take photos to hint at something even less innocent. It was more a joke but Wonwoo agreed to it without any sign of hesitation. Sitting down on his lap, you automatically bit your lip as your panties met his boxer briefs, the fabrics so thin you could swore you felt him as if you two weren’t wearing anything. Feeling him below you was different. You could see it in his eyes, he felt the same.

“M-maybe it would be more ‘impactful’ if… this here is off.”

He pointed at your oversized shirt that belonged to your friend and you nodded. He was right. Without saying anything, you pulled it over your head and threw it behind him and the couch, looking into his eyes and trying to suppress a grin when his gaze dropped to your chest for a split second. But it was long enough for you to notice and when your eyes locked again, you couldn’t help but to wiggle your brow at him, causing him to snort.

“What, I’m a man with needs you know?” He retorted as he was unlocking his phone to start taking the last photos.

“Needs? What kind of needs? Need a girlfriend?”

“…maybe.”

“Thought your hand was enough?”

“Wow, it’s not the same though?”

“Tell me what’s different then.”

Wonwoo lowered his phone and let his eyes wander through the room.

“My hand can’t replace a whole body, a whole person. It’s so much better when you feel soft hands on your body, the heat that radiates the other against yours. You know, only hearing mewls and whines are a huge turn on. But alone here, I have to imagine it. If I use my hand or a toy, I can’t finish without imagining someone doing it or being in front of me. God, what I would do for someone scratching over my skin or biting down on it. It’s been too long.” He opened his eyes and searched for yours, shrugging as he continued. “See? My hand can’t make me happy for the long run. It can’t fulfill all the needs.”

Apparently the alcohol in his system helped him talk about this topic almost in detail. You sometimes talked about it when you weren’t tipsy or drunk but it was always a normal talk or with teasing and jokes. But right now he seemed serious, sad even. Although his confession made you flustered, it made you curious a well. “Do you like someone?”

His eyes widened at your question. “What?”

“You said you would imagine someone while jerking off. Is it someone I know?”

“Uhm…. you… could say so.”

Wiggling on his lap, you giggled. “Little Wonwoo is in love hehehe… does she know?”

You didn’t notice how his body stiffened at your motions, sweat forming on his forehead as he tried to concentrate on something else than your hips and soft skin. “U-uhm… don’t think so.”

“Tell me who it is and I will be your matchmaker. Let me tell you, I’m very good at this. And because you’re my bestie, I don’t want anything in return. Just stay my bestie and make time for me once in a while.” Smiling at him you see sweat on his temples and innocently touch it with your fingertips. Absentmindedly wiping them off while you waited for his reply, Wonwoo opened his mouth.

“Y/n?”

You stopped and gave him your full attention but when he was about to speak, your phone chimed. When you didn’t budge, he cocked his head in the direction of your phone and you took it. 

It was a message from Jeonghan.

[Jeonghan] Is my princess already asleep?

“Princess?” The annoyed sound in Wonwoo’s voice made you look up from your phone. “He calls you princess?”

You quickly locked your phone and threw it away, making a grimace. “He just reminded me of the presentation. God I hate uni.” Holding onto your best friend’s shoulders, you wanted to get up but his hands were faster, holding your hips down on him. “I asked you something.”

Suddenly he wasn’t slurring the words anymore and you could hear your heartbeat. The way Wonwoo looked at you was different. He seemed serious and a little angry.

“I… don’t know why, Wonwoo. It’s the first time he did.”

He studied your face for a couple of seconds before nodding. You were telling the truth. Feeling his hands loosening their grip on your, you finally got up from his lap, stretching your limbs in front of him in just your underwear. You had your photos so you could call it a day, plus you felt sleepy.

“Maybe he likes me?” You winked at the boy on the couch and noticed his jaw clench. “Oh, is little Wonwoo envious two people might have found their significant other? Or is little Wonwoo jealous?”

Wonwoo’s brows furrow and before he could reach up to you, you laughed and ran off to the bathroom, him following you, calling your name.

—

Breathing heavily, Wonwoo and you were lying in his bed. After being chased around his apartment and being tickled to death, you told him he won and swore you would never tease him like this again. You didn’t mean it but otherwise he would have never stopped, you were sure.

Being in his arms again under the blanket, you inhaled his scent. It was always so soothing. It relaxed your mind whenever you were like this. That was the reason you loved to sleep at his place. Your mind was at peace and you weren’t able to recharge like this at any other place. Even at your own home.

“So. When you jerk off, what are you thinking about? What is the girl you like doing in your imagination? Just watching you or telling you what to do?”

He groaned. “Thought you’re sleepy?”

“I am! But I’m also curious!”

“I’ll tell you tomorrow or so. Now sleep.”

“I won’t sleep if you won’t tell me! Say, or are you imagining her hand touching you instead?Watching how you come undone? Maybe even telling you some dirty stuff? Naughty stuff you like?”

Your head was resting against his chest and you noticed how his heartbeat quickened at your words. “Ohhh I am right??”

Wonwoo shifted and got up. “Yah, where are you going??”

“I need to pee,” he answered and left you alone in the bedroom, his warmth gone. In the dim moonlight you couldn’t see much but enough to watch him leave the room and you lowered your head again, pouting on his pillow.

While waiting for him to come back, you didn’t know that your best friend washed his face with cold water.

It took him around 10 minutes until he walked back into the bedroom, just to find your sleeping form on his bed. Sighing relieved, he carefully joined you, trying not to wake you up. When you were back on his chest, he watched your relaxed facial expression. The moonlight was shining on your face so perfectly he could see you very clearly. 

For him you were more than beautiful. 

For him you were more than a best friend.

The realization hit him over the last couple of days. The last push he needed was today. He felt comfortable with you and only you. Comfortable enough to show his true form, his weaknesses but also his nerdy side. The conversations, the way you were seated on his lap, everything was perfect. Also the way his mood changed when Jeonghan texted you. It made everything clear to him. He needed only one thing. The last answer to be 100 percent sure about it.

You had a little smile on your lips, your small hands on his stomach as he leaned in closer, stopping right in front of your face. “I’m sorry y/n but I have to do this.” His voice was a whisper, still careful not to interrupt your sleep. Wonwoo tilted your head a bit and closed the gap, connecting his lips to yours. 

It was a soft kiss. Not too much pressure. He just had the urge to be closer to you and also to get his answer.

And he did.

—

Scratching your head, you slowly walked back to Wonwoo who was still in bed, covering his face with his arms because it was too bright. It was a sunny day. You stopped and got a better look on your best friend. The blanket loosely wrapped around his lower half, his chest bare and moving up and down steadily. 

Smiling, you got your phone and opened the photo app, sneakily adjusting and taking a photo but the shutter sound was too loud that it woke Wonwoo up. You had covered your mouth and when Wonwoo removed one arm from his head, he groaned, his eyes meeting yours.

“What are you doing y/n?”

His voice was low and raspy and made you forget everything for a split second. As you found your voice again, you stepped closer to him and pulled the blanket off his body. “Wake up! Uni is calling!”

“Oh god…” Wonwoo groaned again, cursing under his breath and turned away from you, trying to get some more sleep. And he thought he won when you didn’t complain. It was quiet in the room so he fell into a slumber again. The thought of you in his arms as he was deepening the kiss.

“GET UP WONUUU!!” Suddenly he felt your body jump on top of his, causing him to violently being pulled out of his dream with you. 

“I’m gonna skip the whole day. I want to stay here.” His voice had an annoyed undertone.

You looked at his face, his eyes squeezed shut while his hands were searching for the blanket which was on the floor. That was when an idea popped up in your head.

“So you want Jeonghan to pick me up?”

Wonwoo opened one eye. “He would greet me with ‘Hey princess! How did you sleep?’”

Wonwoo opened the other eye too, letting you hear his raspy voice again. “What are you hinting at?”

You inched closer and propped yourself up with one arm beside his head. The way he was blinking at you was cute. Showing him your phone, you waited for his reaction.

You had posted the photo that you just took of him in bed. Also edited a bit to match the overall color palette and style of your shared account. You weren’t as good as him at this but you thought it was good enough to post.

His eyes moved lower to see the text you had added to it.

I liked everything about last night. Love you, baby.

All of a sudden, Wonwoo was wide awake.

“Y/n…”

Locking your phone, you smiled at him, hiding your shyness with a change of topic. “So, get up before I’ll call Jeonghan.”

He whispered your name again, tried to stop you and get an explanation of what it was all about when you got up and quickly left the bedroom. A little confused, he grabbed his phone. It was almost 11.

Maybe he would get some answers out of you when he followed you. Stretching his limbs a bit, he slowly got up and ruffled his hair, putting on his glasses. Somehow he had a feeling today was going to be different and he wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing.

—

When you two got ready for the day and made your way to uni, both of you were quieter than usual. Maybe it was the fact that you were sleep deprived or the alcohol was still in your system. Maybe both. But every time you looked at Wonwoo, you became nervous and shy. This morning you thought it would be fun to tease him back after his posts. That you could write something similar as well. Just as a joke because that was what he did. But right now, almost 2 hours later, you had the urge to delete the post or just change the text but that would be suspicious, or not?

Chewing on your lower lip, you sat with your friends on campus. 

Peeking over to Wonwoo who was watching Hoshi play a game on his phone, you sucked at your strawberry lollipop, pushing it from side to side. Actually you thought he was sleepy but comparing to him with Hoshi now, he was only quiet with you. Maybe you needed some kind of talk with your best friend to clear the air. A faint voice in your head had an idea what the reason was. 

“I can’t believe you two skipped the first lectures for a good drink and forgot about inviting me. You know, speaking of pros and cons of living alone. I’m disappointed y/n!”

“Dokyeom, you should blame that guy over there! It’s his apartment after all!”

“I have a name.” Wonwoo looked up from Hoshi’s phone and your breath hitched when your eyes locked.

“Wonwoo, why didn’t you invite me? You hate me that much?”

Seungkwan was laughing when Dokyeom rushed to Wonwoo, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him back and forth. “Beware, he might kill you, Dokyeom,” he warned.

“Yah it was a very spontaneous meet-up and it was late already. Next time I’ll invite you. Cool?”

Dokyeom stopped the shaking and thought for a second before hugging him from behind with a wide smile. “Cool!”

You grinned more to yourself when you noticed the soft smile on Wonwoo’s lips. Suddenly there were screams and cheers and you and your friends looked in the direction of the source just to see the infamous most wanted man on campus making his way to your little group.

“He’s coming to us?”

“What does he want?”

“He’s y/n’s presentation partner.” Wonwoo answered shortly.

“Oh..” Seungkwan and Hoshi reacted almost in unison.

When Jeonghan stood in front of your friends and you, he bowed slightly. “Hi, mind if I have a little talk with this pretty princess here?”

Oops.

Automatically your eyes flew over to your best friend’s face and you could see how he was trying to keep his composure. Even Dokyeom who was still hugging him noticed it and looked at Wonwoo with a questioning expression.

To make the situation less worse, you quickly got up and waved Jeonghan over to an empty bench on the other side of the sidewalk, away from your friends. Ignoring the fanclub that was following you.  

“Uhm.. so what do you want to talk about, Jeonghan? We are going to meet up later anyways. You don’t have time then?” You sat down and waited as he took the seat next to you.

“Oh I have time for you always, don’t worry. I wanted to talk about something else. Maybe you already know that I’m quite popular on social media…”

“Also on campus I guess,” you added and he nodded happily.

“Yeah, but after posting a photo of you, people keep pestering me who it is and what our relationship status is. So I wanted to talk to you.” The smile was still on his lips while he looked at you and you wished you could escape this conversation. Especially because you could feel your friend’s gazes on you. 

“Uhm.. we are working on a presentation together. Nothing serious.”

“Are you sure?” Jeonghan’s question had no undertone, yet his smirk told you otherwise.

“What do you mean?” This guy was strange. When Jeonghan didn’t answer your question but started to open his bag instead, you looked around, meeting the gazes of his fanclub, nearly everyone glaring at you.

“Here, this is for you. Don’t want my princess to lose weight.” He pulled out two Onigiri’s and handed them to you, causing two girls to squeal loudly.

“Oh my god! I deserve his attention more than this ugly girl. I thought he has high standards?”

Okay that hurt.

You wanted to get up but Jeonghan’s hand on your arm stopped you. With a soft but slightly angry tone, he said, “Baby, don’t say that to y/n, she’s one of my precious candidates. And you know what happens to people mistreating the people I like, hm?”

“B-but oppa! Look at her! Look at me!”

He made a tsk-sound and shook his head, making her stop with his index finger held high. “Uh uh, leave y/n alone. This conversation is over.”

Looking down at the food Jeonghan gave you, you weren’t sure what to say or if you should just keep quiet. But Jeonghan helped you decide when he got up with an apologetic expression on his face. “It’s better if I leave now. Meet me later at the cafe, okay princess?”

Not sure what to say, you nodded and watched him leave with his fanclub. You still had to process what just happened. One of all the things was stuck in your head. How Jeonghan called that girl ‘baby’.

Baby. The nickname Wonwoo used to call you ever since you started your shared Instagram. Strangely he hadn’t for a while and you wondered why. Somehow you liked this word on his tongue more than you wanted to admit to yourself. You thought by writing ‘baby’ under your latest post, you would lessen the tension between you and your best friend but you were wrong. It was still the same.

Sighing, you got up and walked over to your friends, noticing that Dokyeom and Wonwoo weren’t there anymore. Seeing your expression, Seungkwan explained, “Dino’s in trouble again. Those two went rescuing him again. This boy won’t ever learn.”

You nodded. Seemed like this was the only way you could interact today. You were too confused. Just the thought of meeting Jeonghan later again for your project made you sick.

Suddenly, Seungkwan gasped loudly and shoved his phone in your face and your mouth opened without saying anything when you saw the reason of his behavior. 

“It took me a while to put the pieces together but… isn’t this you and Wonwoo?”

On his phone, your shared account was open, showing you the photo Wonwoo took when you were seated in his lap last night. Your shoulder bare since the angle he chose didn’t reveal your strapless bra. He wasn’t wearing anything as well. His face pressed against your collarbone, only showing his sharp but hooded eyes which were half covered with his bangs, teasing the camera.

“She tastes so good.” Hoshi read the text of the post.

Your face was burning. You never intended your friends to find out. Where the hell was Jeon Wonwoo when shit was going down?!

“Uh…. uhm… I…”

“No chance to deny it, y/n. You are wearing the exact same earrings today and those are Wonwoo’s eyes for sure. Mind to explain?”

[blissfulparker]

I Really Like You Too→Peter.p

Parings→peter Parker x avenger!reader

Summary→when you have a rough night on patrol, you decide to end it at peters house. Expect when you just think peter is going to help you get cleaned up, things turn into more.

Warnings→fluff, slight angst I guess?

A/n→this moodboard could be used for something more and I am thinking about that. But anyway this is for @icyhollands thank you for donating to help with the blm movement! I hope you enjoy💗💗

The crisp new york breeze caressed your cheek as you took off your mask. The wind making the tip of your nose slightly colder and goosebumps rise on your skin.

You sat on Peter's fire escape, not wanting to face the rest of the avengers quite yet. having them question the swollen ankle and all the cuts on your body. Peter sits at his desk, you laugh a little as he would normally do homework on a friday night but instead he has assembled some legos you heard him and Ned talking about earlier this week.

You always had a small crush on Peter, ever since he first came into the tower as tony's new project you knew there was something special. Maybe it was how smart he was, the way he looked out for you on missions, or maybe it was how awkward he was around you at first. How his cheeks would go so red when almost any woman avenger touched him. He was sweet, smart, respectful, a bit nerdy but everything you could ask for.

You softly knock on his window causing him to jump but take out a headphone to pay attention to you. He is quick to get up and unlock the window for you to come in. helping you softly as you step in, one hand around your waist and the other holding your hand.

“W-What happened? Are you alright?” he asked, trying to keep his eyes off of the skintight suit. His hand reaches up to touch the bruised skin just under your cheek.

“I didnt mean to intrude, im sorry i just cant let them see me like this just yet. You know how bucky gets i mean hes basically my—“ he cuts you off by bringing you over to his bathroom. You two quietly leave the room and he sits you on his bathroom counter. His whole first aid kit was made by May when she found this whole second life out about him. He now uses it mostly for you since when he gets hurt he stops by your place to get treated.

“T-this might sting a little.” he comes down on his knees and brings the ointment to your leg. You tense up at the feeling, but also the sight of seeing him on his knees for you makes you slightly weak.

You two sit in comfortable silence as he tends to your wounds, his hand wrapped around your leg as he tends to the swollen ankle.

“Hows Ned?” you ask trying to make light conversation while also trying not to wake his aunt. Even though you hung out with the friend group nearly daily, you didnt attend midtown. Tony didn't want any chances of you being seen and exposed so he kept you homeschooled at the tower.

“He's good, we were going to hang out tonight but he got stuck babysitting.” Peter answers honestly. You smile softly before the next question makes you lose it quickly.

“How's MJ?” you ask with more of a wander in your voice. You didn't hate MJ, no. You liked her alot, she was smart and you two had alot in common but she was gorgeous, slightly sadistic but absolutely gorgeous.

“Good as well. Friday night and she got a new book over the week so dont expect to hear from her anytime soon.” peter chuckles a little and you do too. He gets up from the floor, washing his hands and then proceeds to move to the smaller cuts on your arms and face.

“Do you ever think about MJ...more than just a friend?” you ask him and he stops. His mouth slightly opened and you can practically hear his heartbeat racing. Your body sinks deeper into the counter and you grow cold, you wished you didn't ask the question anymore.

“D-did MJ set you up to this?” he swallows hard and you shake your head.

“N-no. it just...as a friend you can tell me about your crushes pete.” you try and play it off cool but he does keep eye contact as he tends the forehead wound.

“She's a friend. Nothing more.” it's like what you asked almost offended him. His jaw clenched as he moved faster to patch you up. You reach to hold his arm for comfort but he moves it back as a sign for you not to hold him.

“I-i'm sorry did i offend you or something?” your voice is confused and broken. His hands are being washed once again. Your blood washes down the drain as he cleans himself.

He does say anything again. You hop down from the counter and follow him into his room again. The hall dark and May’s room light is shut off, shes sound asleep and you would hate to wake her.

Peter digs through his drawer and holds out sweatpants and an old shirt for you to sleep in. he hands them to you for you to change and you now feel his tension and dont even want to go to the bathroom to change. You drop the suit right in front of him. He stares as you put on the shirt and pants. His face so red and his mouth wide as youve never been so bold to do that.

“Thank you, peter.” you tell him and right before you turn around he grabs your arm.

“Can i tell you something? Promise it wont change us.” his eyes scan your face. Your lips chapped but still look so soft and kissable.

“Anything.” you go soft again and he takes a deep breath. His hands are sweaty and his eyes close before he opens them again and speaks.

“I don't like MJ because i like you.” his voice in a whisper but you can still hear. Your eyes go wide and your body goes numb.

“Peter i-” you start and he shakes his head.

“Dont. i dont need to hear it. I've been rejected by girls almost my whole life and i-” what happens next is your move that takes him by surprise. Your hands rest on his face, his cheeks soft and warm, eyes careful as they look into yours. A soft kiss on his lips. One that doesn't even last five seconds on his lips as you are quick and nervous.

You both stare at each other, so close and both wanting to say something but nothing comes out.

His hands come to your face as well, grazing the cheeks and feeling how soft the skin is. He leans in for the second kiss, kissing so lightly and longer than before. His lips move on yours with more confidence and your hands go to his waist pulling him into you.

Right before anything else can happen, a soft knock on the door causes both of you to tense up.

“Peter?” Aunt May's soft, tired voice comes through the door. “Are you still awake? I thought i heard something.” she asks and Peter grows red again.

“Uh, yeah! Just getting into bed now!” he tells her in a more worried voice. Fearing that she’ll open up the door and see the two of you.

You let out a soft laugh as you rest your forehead on Peter's shoulder. Kissing the clothed area before lifting your head back up.

“Thank you, for everything.” you smile softly and he nods. He wants to kiss you one more time but he doesn't want to screw up what has just started.

“You should probably get some sleep.” he breathes out and you nod. He sets the bed up for you and as hes about to take pillows and throw them on the floor you grab his arm.

“We can make it work for two right?” you press your lips together and he gives a lopsided smile. He falls into the bed with you and pulls you into his side.

This was one of the nights where you came into his room that he would never forget.

Permanent Taglist: @hoodiesparker @dahliaspidey y @parkersvibes s @itssss-a-bean @ppkrtingle @myfinalwords @bocaul @tinyplanet-explorers @sincerlyfan @softbaby-tom @awesomeblackcottontail @rosebeegraham @stormyholland @unicorn-princess-1999 @spideyyypeter ter @marshyrebelcloud @oh-epiphany @yeahimcrying @highlydisfunctional1 @disgustangg @pterstingle @quacksonhq @starlightparker @reblogsfics @tomsrebeleyebrow @dreamyyholland @imaginashawnns ns @alilpunkrock @peterspideysenses @lovely-valllll @lowkey-holland @hannaholland1811 @kthemarsian ian @maryjanee13 @icyhollands

[thelastspeecher]

Stanuary ‘21 - Week Three: Crime

I decided to go with one of my favorite AUs, my Superhero/villain AU, and write a scene that I should have written a while ago, to be honest.  Namely, Ford convincing Stan to give up a life of crime and become a hero like he always wanted.

Shout-out to the ficlet “Farmer’s Market”, by @mythomagically-delicious, which takes place in an AU of the Superhero/villain AU.  I drew some heavy inspiration from it.  ;)

Enjoy.

———————————————————————————————————–

              Stan made a mad dash for safety.  He ducked into an alley just before the police following him rounded the corner and crouched behind a dumpster.

              “Think he went in there?” one of the cops asked, nodding at the alley Stan was hiding in.

              Shit!  Stan took a deep breath, trying to steady his breath.  No, stay calm, Stan.  It’s fine. You have a backup plan, remember? As if on cue, said backup plan went into effect.  There was a loud bang in the distance.  Stan didn’t want to look and risk being spotted, but he knew from experience that his distraction was producing enormous plumes of ash-colored smoke.

              “He’s a pyro, that’s gotta be him!” the other cop said.  The two rushed off towards the planted smoke bomb and away from Stan.  Still, Stan waited a few minutes to be sure.  Once he was positive the coast was clear, he emerged from his hiding spot.

              “Damn,” he breathed.  His smoke bomb was still billowing, filling the sky with gray.  “I mighta souped that one up a bit more than I needed to.”

              Not long ago, Stan had discovered he could use his pyrokinesis to enhance the effects of smoke bombs.  That discovery led to him learning how to make his own. Unfortunately, the method he’d used to improve store-bought smoke bombs didn’t work for his homemade ones, so he had to develop a new one.  All in all, he’d invested a lot more time than he’d care to admit into his smoke bomb research.

              At least it’s paying off now.  The smoke bomb showed no sign of slowing down.  Damn, I might have accidentally caused more smoke damage than fire damage.  Stan shook his head, dispelling those thoughts.  Get back to your car, get outta dodge before the cops come back and get a look at your face.  Stan trudged out of the alley.  He seamlessly joined the crowds that had gathered to stare at his latest disturbance.

              As he mingled with the rubberneckers, Stan’s ears picked up on a nearby conversation that, for some reason, stood out more than the background muttering.

              “What could cause that amount of smoke?”

              “A fire.”

              “Well, yes, but they put out the fire already! And the smoke isn’t coming from where the fire was.”

              “My lil brother used to prank our older brother with smoke bombs…”

              “Could a smoke bomb be responsible for this?”

              “Only if there’s a pyro behind it.”

              Stan ducked his head and picked up his pace, hoping to get far away from the two men and their eerily accurate discussion.  He quickly arrived at the Stanleymobile and got in.  But not until the town had faded into the distance, did he allow himself to relax.

              Okay.  Back to the drawing board.  Can’t use a smoke bomb that attracts that much attention.

-----

              Stan finally straightened his back, stretching to dispel the kinks that came from hunching over a desk for hours on end. He was back in his crappy motel room, trying to do something about his overeager smoke bombs.  So far, he hadn’t had much luck.

              The news blared on the TV.  After a lot of trial and error, Stan had found that the news was just loud enough to provide background sound, but just boring enough to avoid being a distraction.

              “In another blow to peace in the Middle East-” the newswoman began.  Stan grabbed the remote.

              “Nope,” he said, turning off the TV.  He stood and stretched.  “I’ve got my own problems, lady, I don’t need to hear about other peoples’.”  His stomach rumbled.

              …I could use a snack.  Just as Stan was heading for the place he’d stashed his bags of chips, he felt a tingling sensation akin to feet falling asleep spread throughout his body, starting at his toes and gradually reaching his head. Though it felt familiar, it took him a moment to place it.  He blinked, and he wasn’t in the motel room anymore.  But the dorm room he was in now looked just as bad.

              “Oh, thank goodness, you’re not nude,” said the man standing in front of Stan.  “It’s been some time since I summoned a person, and I was worried I might accidentally leave your clothes behind.”  Stan crossed his arms.  He raised an eyebrow.

              “You say ‘thank goodness’ now, Ford?” he asked dryly.  Ford looked away, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

              “I might have picked it up from my roommate.”

              “Good for you.  Now, tell me where the hell I am so that I can go back to where I was,” Stan said.  Ford blinked.

              “You’re not curious as to why I summoned you after all this time?”

              “Nope.”

              “Why not?”

              “Look, Sixer, if you wanted a nice, brotherly chat, you would’ve summoned me back when Pops first kicked me out,” Stan snapped. He fought down the small amount of happiness he felt at seeing his twin again.  “But it’s been years.  Which means either someone’s dead or you want something from me.  And whichever one it is, I don’t care.”  Stan turned on his heel and stormed for the door.  As he put his hand on the doorknob, Ford spoke.

              “I know,” Ford said softly.  “You don’t care about me, about yourself, or anyone else.” Stan paused.

              “Why do you think I don’t care about myself?” he asked.

              “Because you’ve given up.”  Ford interpreted Stan’s continued silence as permission to continue.  “You’ve given up on the thing that gave you drive our entire lives.”

              “What?”

              “Being a hero,” Ford said simply.  Stan’s hand fell away from the door.  His heart pounded in his ears.  “I saw your latest arson on the news.  Actually, I saw it in person.  My roommate and I were shopping in the store next to the one you set on fire.” Stan looked over his shoulder.

              “You’re not gonna snitch on me, are you?” he asked.

              “No.”

              “Good.”  Stan fully turned around.  He let his hands burst into flames.  “It wouldn’t end well for you if you did.”  Ford didn’t react to the threat.  At least, not in the way Stan expected.  Rather than blowing up at him or scoffing, Ford just stared at Stan, evidently sorrowful.

              “Have you really gone that far astray?” Ford asked. Stan’s mouth went dry.  “Would you hurt your own twin?”

              “Where’s all this coming from, huh?” Stan demanded. “What, I set a building on fire and suddenly you’re worried about me?  After spending all this time pissed at me?”  He threw his hands, still aflame, up in the air.  “That was the secret all along!  I shoulda committed a crime in front of you years ago!” That got the reaction Stan expected. Ford’s worried frown twisted into a snarl.

              “I despise what you did to me, but that doesn’t mean I’ll allow you to throw your life away!” Ford snapped.  “Ever since we were kids, you wanted to be a hero.  You worked hard to follow in Mom’s footsteps. But now?  You’re perfectly fine with burning down stores and setting off smoke bombs?”

              “Why do you care?!” Stan roared.

              “Because I’m the reason you’re letting all your potential go to waste!” Ford shouted.  Stan stared at him in shock, the fire around his hands finally smothered. Ford’s eyes widened.  He looked away.  Stan stepped forward.

              “What do you-”

              “You heard me,” Ford said tartly.  He looked down at his feet.  “I- I hate what you did to me.  But I can’t deny my role in your current situation.”  Stan opened his mouth.  “And the reason why I summoned you now…”  Ford took a steadying breath.  “I started feeling guilty the moment Mom kicked out Pops for what he did. But I’ve been able to stifle that guilt under anger.”

              “Until today.”

              “Until today,” Ford repeated.  He took another breath.  “When I realized you had committed that arson, I knew you had given up on your dream of being a hero, and I couldn’t ignore the guilt any longer.”

              “Why?”

              “Honestly?”  Ford looked up at Stan.  He managed a weak smile.  “Because you’d be a damn good superhero, Stanley.  You could do so much, help so many people, save lives!  And that’s been your goal since we were children.”

              “Because I could help other people.”

              “Because it’s what you were meant to do.  Mom saw that in you, even before your powers manifested.  I saw that in you.  Hell, Pops saw it in you, too.”  Stan raised an eyebrow doubtfully.  “He saw it in you,” Ford insisted.  He rubbed the back of his neck.  “He just didn’t care about supers.”

              “You’re right about that,” Stan said.  He cleared his throat.  “And you might be right about the other things, too.”  Ford perked up.  “Everything’s not suddenly hunky-dory, just so you know.”

              “I know.  I have negative feelings towards you that have yet to be resolved.”

              “Yeah.  Same for me, but in a less nerdy way,” Stan said.  Ford rolled his eyes.  “But…” Stan trailed off.  He sighed.  “I turned to a life of crime ‘cause I didn’t have a choice.  But I never felt that great about it.”  A faint smile quirked the corners of Stan’s mouth.  “Call it Mom’s influence.  I couldn’t quite shake the feeling I was meant to follow in her footsteps.”

              “Of course not.  You were meant to become a hero,” Ford said.  Stan’s smile grew stronger.  “We both have issues to work out, between the two of us, but I don’t want you to give up on your destiny.”  Stan let out a bark of laughter.

              “Destiny, huh?”  He grinned at Ford.  “Well, when you say it like that, I can’t really say you’re wrong, can I?” Ford smiled back.

              “So you’ll give up crime?”

              “Yeah.”  Stan cocked his head thoughtfully.  “Not until after I fill up the Stanleymobile one more time, though.  She’s running low on gas.  Once that’s done, I’ll go back on the straight and narrow.  Just gotta figure out how to join the Defenders or whatever.”

              “There’s a newer team on the West Coast that I think you have a better chance at joining,” Ford said.  Stan shoved his hands into his pockets.

              “I’ll look into ‘em.”  Ford nodded in relief.  “Oh, by the way, remember our deal?”

              “Deal?”

              “Every time you summon me without warning, you owe me food,” Stan said.

              “Wh- we made that agreement when we were children!”

              “And I’m holding you to it,” Stan said.  “I’m guessing you brought me back into town when you summoned me?”

              “Yes.”

              “My motel isn’t too far away, so I’ll be back at 6 for dinner.”  Ford sighed.

              “Very well.”

              “See you then.”  Stan opened the dorm room door and strolled out, whistling.  As he walked out, Ford’s roommate Fiddleford walked in.  Fiddleford looked curiously at Ford.

              “Ya had a visitor while I was out?”

              “Yes.”

              “Was it a good visit?”

              “Yes.  It was.”

              “That’s nice.”  Fiddleford walked over to his bed and set his bag down.  “I found what I wanted at the library.”

              “What were you looking for, again?”

              “Blueprints.”

              “For?” Ford pried.  A devious twinkle appeared in Fiddleford’s eyes.

              “Haywood Hall.”

              “The building that all our school records are kept in?”

              “Yessir!” Fiddleford chirped.  He began to dig around in his bag.  “Surprisingly easy to get.”

              “I’m shocked that they even allowed you to check them out of the library,” Ford said.  Fiddleford hummed noncommittally.  Ford’s eyes widened.

              Wait, Stan doesn’t have the Stanleymobile.  How is he going to get back to his motel? Ford closed his eyes and focused. A surge of power flowed through him. There was a shout from outside.

              “What the fuck?!”  Ford walked over to the window and looked out.  Stan stood in the parking lot, staring at his red El Diablo. He looked up at the dorm.  After a moment, he lifted his middle finger.

              Ford snickered.

[xcaptain-winghead]

The thing about that prompt list is that even if it were shorter I'd probably still have a hard time because I'm indecisive, lol. There's just so many great options! But another that really caught my eye was Hand-holding #26, "holding their hands above their head, fingers linked together." With ScottSteve, because... well, because. lol.

So, this took longer than the other one, lmao. But! It's substantially longer than the other one. So much so I ended up posting it on ao3 for easier reading, lmao. And uh, ya gotta hang in till the end for the hand hold, haha. Hopefully you enjoy it! 💕 And as always, thanks for sending it in :)

Stop the World

rating: E

fandom: Marvel - No Powers AU

relationship: Scott Lang/Steve Rogers

prompt: Hand-Holding 26: holding their hands above their head, fingers linked together; @steverogersbingo Square O1: Fingering

summary: When Steve got hired to entertain at Cassie Lang's thirteenth birthday party, he had thought it was going to be like every other kid's party he'd booked. He'd show up, play Captain America, get paid, and go home.

He never quite gets to that last step, but to be fair, there was no way he could have anticipated the draw of Scott Lang.

wordcount: 6,828

When Steve got hired to entertain at Cassie Lang's thirteenth birthday party, he had thought it was going to be like every other kid's party he'd booked. He'd show up, play Captain America, let the kids hang off his arms while he 'saved' them from whatever bad guy of the week he came up with, and then he'd deem all the kids his new squadron of Howling Commandos and that would be that. Kids' parties were simple like that, though he supposed it helped that he was good with kids. Really, the trickiest part tended to be the parents. Eighty percent of the time the parents were great, they'd pay him, say thank you, maybe even ask for a couple business cards so that they could tell their friends. Twenty percent of the time they were a pain in the ass. Scott Lang had managed to be both types of client.

Oh, the party had gone well enough; Cassie was adorable, and all her friends were in the normal range of pre-teen/early teenage rebellion. All of that, he could definitely handle. It's her dad that's the problem. Scott Lang was entirely too adorable and too attractive for his own good. Steve had thought he was a fellow party entertainer at first, because when Steve stepped out into the backyard the man was doing magic tricks and, oh. Magicians were Steve's weakness. He had such a thing for magic, it absolutely delighted him, and he was aware of just how ridiculous that was considering he was a full-grown thirty-two-year-old man, but he really didn't care. He was also a full-grown thirty-two-year-old man whose day job consisted of dressing up in a Captain America costume for kids (his night job, on the other hand, was stripping a different Captain America costume off for adults— but just stripping; he was an entertainer, not a prostitute), so being a nerdy geek who liked magic was par for the course, really.

The entire first hour of the gig Steve had to actively work to keep his focus on the kids and not get distracted trying to watch the man on the other side of the yard performing his magic tricks. It wasn't until a man (Mr. Paxton, Steve assumed from the way Mrs. Paxton greeted him) arrived with the cake and the kids all gathered inside to sing happy birthday to Cassie that Steve learned Mr. Magic Hands' name. The man introduced himself as Scott Lang, which made him Mrs. Paxton's ex-husband and Steve found himself thinking that must be super awkward, but it wasn't something he was going to outright ask.

Scott, of course, was needed to take part in the whole cake ritual, and Steve felt his heart melt a little in his chest watching the man. It was obvious he loved his daughter, and that she adored him. And, weirdly, Scott and Mr. and Mrs. Paxton all functioned like a single unit, no post-relationship awkwardness— or at least none that Steve could immediately see. It had him wondering what kind of special Scott was.

Steve didn't get to ponder that for too long, because after cake he was back to being the main attraction, all his focus on the kids. He'd been booked for the entirety of the afternoon, so it was nearly four hours before the kids were all heading home, including Cassie and the Paxtons as the party had been held at Scott's house. The sudden and complete silence after spending an entire afternoon with a bunch of rowdy teenagers was startling, Steve's ears ringing a little. Maybe it was the quiet pressing down on them like a weighted blanket, but Steve was loathe to break it, even to ask about being paid. Which, y'know, he was going to have to do eventually, one way or another.

Read more on Ao3!

Send me a prompt❣

[winchester-fantasies]

Be Mine

Summary: Sam and Dean agree to help Garth out with a case. They’re both surprised when he introduces them to his younger sister, and Dean is instantly drawn to her.

Word Count: 3368

Warnings: smut, fluff, shy reader, virgin reader, crack (or at least attempted lol), age gap, some swearing, Dean’s POV

Pairing: Dean x Plus Size!Reader

A/N: This was written as a request for @prettysourabbie : Hey beautiful I know you’re not taking requests right this second but this bop of idea came to my mind and you’re writing is awesome! Can I request dean x plus size Garth younger sister reader where dean and Sam meet up with Garth on a case and that’s where dean meets her, she is super quirky and dorky and dean starts getting feelings but she a virgin? Smut, fluff , goofy ness haha sorry if this sounds super awkward turtle haha you’re a bop of a writer!! 💕❤️😊😆 Thanks for you request, pretty lady!! I’m sorry it took me so long to write this one, so thank you for being so patient!! I hope you like it! ❤❤

Winchester Fantasies’ Masterlist

“Hey, Garth,” Sam said, his deep voice breaking through the silence. 

Dean glanced up from the book that was open in front of him, watching as his younger brother’s brow furrowed in concentration as he listened to the other hunter. 

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Sam said, sitting up a little straighter in his chair. “We’ll be there. See you soon.”

Dean sent his brother a questioning look as he hung up, putting his phone back in his pocket. “Garth has a case,” Sam said. “Vamp nest. Needs backup.”

“Sounds simple enough,” Dean said, closing the book. He was more than happy to get out. He and Sam had been cooped up in the bunker since they’d come back from their last hunt and Dean desperately needed some new scenery away from endless research.

“Get your stuff, and I’ll meet you in the Impala,” Dean said, scooting back from the table and grabbing Baby’s keys off the tabletop.

**********

A few hours later found the boys entering the small town of Fredericksburg, Texas. Dean drove down Main Street slowly, taking in the tiny shops and quaint storefronts. “Where did Garth say to meet him?” Dean asked, leaning forward slightly to gain a better view of his surroundings.

“Uh,” Sam said, taking out his phone and pulling up his texts. “A diner on the corner of Main Street.”

“Well, that’s freakin’ helpful,” Dean huffed out but soon slowed down as the diner came into view, neon sign advertising the best pancakes in all of Texas. 

They alighted from the car, taking a quick look around before making their way to the entrance. A small bell tinkled as they entered, and a busty, red-haired woman greeted them both with a toothy grin. 

“Sam! Dean!” Garth’s unmistakable voice called out from behind them.

Both of the boys turned to find Garth in a booth in the back of the diner. Sam raised his hand in a quick wave before they made their way over. 

“Hey, guys,” Garth said, sliding out of the booth and giving each of them his famous hug. “How’s it been?”

“Uh, been good,” Sam said, slipping into the booth in front of Garth, Dean joining him. Garth was about to say something when footsteps drew near the table, causing all three men to look up. 

It was a young woman, cheeks slightly flushed and eyes cast down shyly. “Sam, Dean,” Garth said, once more sliding out of the booth. “I’d like you to meet my sister, (Y/N),” he continued, throwing an arm around her shoulders. 

“Your...your sister?” Sam asked incredulously. “I didn’t know you had a sister.”

“Yep,” Garth said proudly, looking down at her affectionately. “Been my sister my entire life.”

“Hi,” she said, smiling at both Sam and Dean.

Dean couldn’t keep his eyes from traveling her entire length. She looked to be several years younger than Garth and the total opposite of the lanky man. But she was beautiful, with her thick thighs, hourglass figure, and supple breasts. She was the epitome of what Dean had always imagined a woman to be, and he couldn’t not let his eyes wander just a little.

He was brought out of his thoughts by Garth sliding back into the booth with (Y/N) following close behind. Before any of them could continue speaking the red-haired woman from the front sauntered up to their booth, whipping out a small notepad. “What can I get for y’all?” she asked. 

They ordered before Sam and Dean turned their attention back to Garth. “So we’re dealing with a vamp nest?” Sam asked. 

“Oh, yeah,” Garth said, eyes wide and mouth set in a thin line. 

“Biggest one Garth’s ever seen,” (Y/N) added, face just as serious. 

Garth nodded his agreement. “It’s just outside of town in an old barn,” he said. “Me and (Y/N) scoped it out a few days ago. There’s no way just the two of us could’ve handled the whole nest.”

“Well, I’m glad you called us,” Sam said. “More than happy to help.”

Dean nodded, smirking as (Y/N) met his gaze. Her cheeks immediately turned pink and she glanced to her lap. He’d never seen another woman blush as much as her, but goddamn if it wasn’t the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

**********

The day passed quickly with Sam and Dean helping Garth and his sister get ready for the hunt the next morning. Dean had made sure to sit by (Y/N) as much as he could and whenever he couldn’t he’d made a point to ask her questions about the case. Although she wasn’t as talkative as her older brother, Dean soon realized she was knowledgeable, being able to tell him information off the top of her head faster than most hunters twice her age and with more experience under their belts. She was nerdy by every definition of the word, but Dean couldn’t help but admire that about her. Not to mention it was sexy as hell. 

By the time evening rolled around everyone was exhausted and ready for some much needed relaxation. Garth and his sister spent most of the night in the boys’ room, drinking and swapping hunting stories.

 “That’s why you don’t get out of the salt circle, sweetheart,” Dean mocked good-naturedly when (Y/N) recounted her and her brother’s most recent and worst encounter with a vengeful spirit they’d ever experienced.

“Oh, shut up!” she yelled. Dean flinched when she raised her hand and swatted his shoulder, but they both burst into laughter a second later.

(Y/N) was still laughing when she got up from the floor where she and Dean were seated in front of the coffee table. “I think I need another drink,” she said. Her foot caught the edge of the table leg as she started around it and she fell face first to the floor with a heavy thud.

 “Oh, my gosh! (Y/N), are you okay?” Garth exclaimed.

Dean moved quickly to her side, leaning over her when she finally turned, a worried expression in his green eyes. She cracked up once again, rolling onto her back. Dean followed suit once he realized she wasn’t hurt, both of them laughing so hard their bodies shook. Dean lost control and fell to the floor beside her, the back of his head resting on her outstretched arm.

(Y/N) covered her eyes with her other hand as tears rolled down her face. “Why is everything so funny?” she gasped between her laughter.

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” Dean wheezed. “But maybe you’d better rethink that drink.”

“Yeah, maybe so,” she said as another fit of laughter assaulted them both.

She and Dean sat up as they finally caught their breaths. Sam and Garth sat on the couch staring at her and Dean as if they had both lost their minds.

“Fuck, I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time,” Dean said, wiping away a tear at the corner of his eye.

“Neither have I,” (Y/N) confessed. She gripped her stomach. “But I’m definitely gonna have a six pack by morning!”

Dean chuckled as he rose from the floor and helped her up. She yawned once they were both on their feet again. “I’m tired now,” she chuckled. “I think we’d better head to bed.”

“Yeah, us, too,” Dean said as Garth rose from the couch and came to stand beside his sister. Sam stood, too, and came to Dean’s side as everyone said their good nights, Dean staring out the door a few seconds longer than he probably should have, staring after her and her swaying hips.

**********

Dean was entranced as he watched her move with almost uncanny agility, her movements fluid and almost graceful. She swung her blade with solid accuracy, taking down two vamps in a matter of seconds. She had a mind for the research part of hunting, but she was just as good a hunter in the midst of battle.

She might have been shy, but she had a fire in her that burned brighter than any sun ever could, and Dean found himself being drawn to her even more. He couldn’t help but sneak glances at her in the back seat where her and Garth sat as they headed back to the motel after the hunt. She looked out the window, staring off into space, grimacing every once in a while, her hand holding a handkerchief against the wound on her arm from when one of the vamps had shoved her to the ground that had been littered with broken glass. But she was stoic and a total badass. Dean had to give her that. 

Garth and (Y/N) went to their room to patch themselves up as Sam and Dean did the same. It wasn’t too long before Garth came to their room. “I’m gonna go get something to eat,” Garth said. “(Y/N)’s pretty weak after all that. You guys want anything?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Sam answered for the both of them. “I’ll go with you. See you in a bit,” he told Dean as he threw on his coat and grabbed his phone.

Dean sent his brother a small smile as he stepped outside with Garth, shutting the door behind them. Dean turned back to the laptop in front of him, following up on a few things regarding the nest and looking for any potential cases. Dean soon lost track of time and it wasn’t until he looked at his watch that he realized just how late it really was. 

He glanced to the door thoughtfully before pushing back from the table and exiting the room. He turned down the sidewalk that led to Garth and (Y/N)’s room. Maybe he was being too worried, but he wanted to check in on her; make sure she had everything she needed.

He stopped at the door to their room, raising his hand but pausing for a moment before he knocked. It was a few minutes before he heard the deadbolt turn and the chain being removed from the door. It opened, revealing (Y/N) in a tank top and pajama shorts, hair piled on top of her head. “Oh,” she said in surprise. “Hi, Dean. I thought you were Garth.”

Dean chuckled before silence fell between them. Dean shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned back on his heels as he contemplated just what to say. “I, uh, I wanted to make sure you were alright,” Dean finally said.

“Oh, thanks,” she said. “You, um, you wanna come in?” she asked, stepping aside to allow him entrance.

Dean smiled and stepped through the door. He watched her walk back to the bed by the wall, climbing in and sitting cross-legged. Books were spread out in front of her, each one presenting some monster, myth, or creature that most hunters knew very little about - well, except for Sam and Dean; they had encountered nearly every monster a hunter could.

Dean let out a low whistle as he walked over to join her, (Y/N) moving over enough so that he could sit beside her. “These all yours?” he asked, gesturing to the books. 

“Yep,” she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I know how nerdy it is,” she added with a chuckle. “I just...well, I guess I just love research.”

Dean smiled. “Nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart,” he reassured. “In fact,” he continued, scooting a bit closer to her, their hips touching. “I think it’s incredibly hot.”

Dean saw her swallow, her eyes wide as she searched his face. “R...really?” she asked. 

“Mhm,” Dean hummed, leaning towards her slowly. She still looked a bit shaken, but she didn’t move away which Dean took as a good sign. He paused when his face was just inches from hers, lips so close he could feel her breath on his mouth. She closed her eyes and he took that as his cue, closing the distance.

It took her only seconds to really respond, kissing him back firmly. Dean snuck an arm around her waist while he raised a hand to cup her cheek. 

The kiss ended all too soon for his liking, but his breath hitched when he saw a smile on her face. “That...that was unexpected,” she said with a soft giggle. “But nice.”

“I’d like to do it again,” Dean admitted. “If you’ll let me.”

“Okay,” she said almost shyly, her hand reaching for the back of his neck and initiating the kiss this time. Dean leaned into her, hands falling to her waist as he gently lowered her to the bed, his knee slotted between her legs as he held himself over her. 

He slid his tongue over her lower lip, and it didn’t take long for her to open up to him. She tasted like coffee and...was that cinnamon? Whatever it was, he couldn’t get enough. 

She shifted slightly, her hip pressing into his growing cock, and he couldn’t help but break the kiss with a low groan, his eyes falling shut for a fraction of a second. “Sweetheart, I need you to tell me to stop if you don’t want this,” he said breathlessly. “Because if we continue I don’t know that I’ll be able to help myself.”

Dean opened his eyes to find her staring up at him, blush on her cheeks and her eyes swimming with remorse. “Wh...what’s wrong?” Dean asked hesitantly. “I’m...I’m not making you uncomfortable am I?”

“No!” she hurried to reassure when Dean moved to roll away from her. “No, it’s not that….”

“Then what?” Dean asked gently, brushing a stray strand of hair off her brow. 

“It’s just...well, I’m a virgin,” she said quietly, her cheeks turning even redder and her eyes casting down. 

“Oh…” Dean said, realization dawning on him. He could’ve kicked himself for asking something of her that he just assumed she had experience in. “I’m so sorry,” Dean said, disengaging himself from her side and climbing off the bed. 

“Wh...where are you going?” she asked in confusion, propping herself up on her elbows. 

“Look, (Y/N),” Dean said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I really like you. Like a lot. And I want you - probably more than I should. But...sweetheart, I can’t take something that’s not mine to take. Besides, you wouldn’t want someone as old as me.”

She didn’t respond, instead climbing off the bed and coming to stand in front of him. “Dean,” she said softly, raising her hand to run her fingers along his jawline. “You’re not old. I mean, yes, you’re quite a bit older than me, but we’re both adults. Besides, you look pretty good for an old guy,” she teased, drawing a frown from Dean.

She sobered again, her fingers playing with the buttons on his flannel. “Plus it’s not really your place to tell me what I want,” she said. “It’s mine to decide who I give it to. And Dean, I want you to be my first. I like you, too, like a lot. And as stupid and cliche as it sounds, I’m drawn to you in a way I can’t explain.”

She stood on tiptoe, raising herself up till her face was parallel with his. She paused right before her lips met his. “Please,” she whispered against his mouth. 

That was all it took and before Dean could register what was happening they were on the bed, clothes discarded and strewn around the room. She was sprawled out underneath him, her soft skin and plush body tantalizing under his fingertips. 

He kissed her with wild abandon, getting lost in the feel and softness of her mouth. He could’ve stayed there forever, just kissing his life away, but a roll of her hips reminded him of his almost unbearable need, and he broke the kiss to climb off her to rifle through his wallet for a condom. 

He tore open the packet, taking it out and sliding it over his length with trembling fingers before hurrying back to her, climbing over her beautiful body. He reached down between her legs, his fingers running over her core. Her folds were wet, slick coating the insides of her thighs. She was more than ready for him, but he couldn’t resist rubbing her bundle of nerves. Her head shot back, and she shut her eyes as a moan filled the air and she gripped the sheets. She was beautiful when she let go like this, and Dean continued his ministrations, intent on drawing more of those alluring sounds from her that made his cock twitch in desire.

She was beyond responsive to him and it was only moments before she came, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream, body quivering, and legs closing around his hand as the pleasure became too much. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you cum,” Dean murmured as he disengaged his hand from between her thighs, crawling up her body to settle between her spread legs.

Her skin was sweaty, cheeks flushed, and eyes glowing from her high. She laughed breathlessly before leaning up to kiss him. “You sure you want this?” Dean asked softly.

She nodded, biting her lip. He groaned at the sight before turning his gaze to between their bodies as he began to push into her. She closed her eyes, her brow furrowed at the first hints of discomfort. “Hey,” Dean whispered, her eyes snapping open to meet his. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

She nodded before he kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth to distract her as he continued his course, pausing every few seconds to allow her walls to accommodate him. He finally pulled away from the kiss as he bottomed out, teeth sinking into his lower lip. She was beyond tight, squeezing him so hard he had to take several deep breaths to keep himself from cumming right then and there.

“You ready for me to move?” Dean asked once he’d composed himself. A nod was his only answer so he pulled out almost all the way before plunging back in, setting a steady and slow pace. She hummed at the feeling, hands flying to his shoulders. 

Dean buried his face into the side of her neck, kissing her before sucking small hickeys into her skin. He didn’t care who saw. He wanted everyone to know she was his. 

It wasn’t long before he felt his muscles tighten, and he could tell he was right on the precipice of release. He reached between their bodies, fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing back and forth furiously, determined to make her cum before him. 

“Dean…” she whimpered, fingers digging into his skin. 

“C’mon, babygirl,” Dean grit out as her walls started to flutter. “Cum for me.”

She came seconds later, his name tumbling from her mouth in broken staccato. He helped her ride out her orgasm, his own coming shortly after. 

He pulled out once his heartbeat began to slow, and he fell to the other side of the bed. He glanced over at her, damp hair plastered to her face. He didn’t think he’d ever seen a more beautiful sight. 

“(Y/N),” he said quietly, running his knuckles over her thigh. She turned her head to look at him, a contented smile on her plump lips. He swallowed, fighting the urge to get lost in her again. This was something he needed to get out. “Listen, I know we just met and all, but…. I don’t want this to be the last time this happens….”

She grinned, rolling to her side, her hand coming to cradle her head as she propped herself up on her elbow. “Neither do I,” she admitted. “I wanted my first time to be with someone I trusted and who I really liked.”

Dean smiled, turning over to face her. “So does that mean you’ll be mine?” he asked hopefully, hand falling to her bare hip. 

She smiled softly, moving closer to him and pressing a kiss to his lips. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thank you for reading! If you liked what you read, let me know!! ❤️❤️

***Please do not share my content on any other platform without my consent.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tags:

Everything:

@divadinag @mogaruke @calaofnoldor @defenderrosetyler @coffeebooksandfandom @emoryhemsworth @satans-0-spawn @fandom-princess-forevermore @titty-teetee @gallifreyansass @swiftrogerswinchesterthot @hollymac79 @codename-nyx @kalesrebellion @peaceinourtime82 @babypink224221

Dean Girls:

@weepingwillowphoenix @akshi8278 @thesuicidalflower @adoptdontshoppets

[dothwrites]

part v of mafia!au 

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv

---

Dean’s never been so happy to see Sam in his entire life. 

His gangly little brother sits behind the wheel of the Impala, face drawn tight with worry. He relaxes in stages as he sees Dean, sees the blood on his clothes, then sees that little of it belongs to him. 

“Where’s Gabriel?” Sam demands as he rushes to open the backseat for Dean. His eyes widen as he takes in the ruin of Castiel, but he doesn’t say anything. 

“I don’t know,” Dean says, grunting as he hefts Cas’ unconscious body into the backseat. “Get his legs.” 

Between the two of them, they get Cas into the backseat, though not as gently as Dean could hope for. If a few extra bruises are the price which Cas has to pay for his freedom, then Dean’s willing to fork that payment over. 

He collapses against the Impala’s sturdy frame, chest heaving. Carrying Cas wasn’t easy; despite all his jabs about Cas being a nerdy little dude, Cas is solid, and carrying his deadweight through the halls of the Novak mansion counts as a workout. Sweat dapples the back of his neck, cooling unpleasantly as Dean waits. 

Once again, he’s in the garage of the Novak mansion. He tries to keep his eyes away from the spot where he last saw Cas, though he can’t stop his morbid fascination with the place. He wonders if there’s a bloodstain there. 

“Where the fuck is Gabriel?” Dean growls, when his body temperature changes from overheated to clammy. “We can’t risk sticking around here too much longer.” 

As if in response to his prayers, Gabriel comes tearing down the staircase. He races towards them at a dead sprint, tossing a few flashbangs behind him. “Get in the car, get in the car!” he shouts, heaving himself in the passenger seat. Dean doesn’t wait for another invitation, but gets into the backseat, arranging Cas’ head on his lap. Sam spares him one shocked look before he gets behind the wheel. 

Sam slams on the gas too hard, causing the Impala’s wheels to squeal and smoke against the concrete of the floor, but when he eases off a little, she jumps forward, as eager for freedom as the rest of them. Dean doesn’t breathe until they crash through the gates and the outline of the mansion disappears in the rearview. 

After weeks, they’re all finally free. 

---

Only when the mansion vanishes completely does Dean dare to look at Castiel. 

Once he does, he regrets it. 

He got a few glimpses when he first saw Cas, but he hadn’t been too interested at cataloging injuries. At that moment, escape was the only thought in his mind and Cas’ injuries were only obstacles to be overcome. 

They have time now, or at least a lack of pursuit. In their world, it amounts to same thing. Dean flicks aside the tattered remains of Cas’ shirt and looks down at the bleeding ruin of his chest. His gorge rises as he looks at the wounds littered over Cas’ torso. Some of them are still bleeding.

Bruises spread over his skin in varying shades of purple, yellow, and green. There are several puncture wounds that Dean recognizes as belonging to a taser. Rage clouds up high and sour in his throat as he considers the varying stages of healing of the wounds. They’ve been hurting Cas from the first day they had him. 

Rage and nausea rise in Dean until he thinks he might choke on them. The bastards turned Cas into a canvas.

“Son of a bitch.” He looks up to see Gabriel leaning over the front seat. Thin white lines of fury etch along his mouth and eyes. 

In the past few weeks, he and Gabriel have come to understand each other as partners and allies, pushing aside their prejudices in favor of a common goal. Dean trusts him as much as he trusts anyone other than Sam, but for the first time since he began working with Gabriel, a little tendril of fear pokes at him. 

“He’s alive,” Dean says, the barest form of comfort he can offer while being truthful. “He’ll be ok. He’s strong.” 

A muscle twitches in the corner of Gabriel’s jaw as he stretches out his hand to brush through Cas’ hair. A soft noise caught between contentment and distress escapes through Cas’ lips and Gabriel withdraws his touch. 

“Just get us home,” Dean tells Sam. 

---

In hindsight, he should have expected the nightmares. 

They made it back to their safehouse without anyone following, which makes Dean stupidly think that they’re out of the woods. Sure, they probably have both the Novak and Winchester families gunning for them, but he, Sam, Gabriel, and Cas are all under one roof. Together they’ve got enough brains, skills, and ruthlessness to take down any threat. 

Dean thinks that right up until the first scream splits the peace of the night. 

He bolts upright, gun already in hand, eyes darting wildly around in search of the potential threat. When he finds none in the immediate vicinity, he runs out of the room, already calling for Sam. 

Sam’s head pokes out of his room, hair sleep tousled and eyes heavy with interrupted slumber, but he looks confused instead of terrified. The fear on his face is directed outward instead of for himself. “Dean? What’s going on?”

Another scream rips through the night. This time Dean recognizes the voice underneath the terror. 

“Cas,” he murmurs, thundering down the hallway. 

The door opens under his touch into a horror show. Cas writhes in the middle of the bed, sheets tangled around his body. His back bends into a rigid, impossible arch as his fingers claw at the mattress. Tendons in his neck bulge as he forces a scream out through clenched teeth. His feet kick uselessly, forcing Gabriel to try and dodge his inadvertent blows. Blood trickles down Cas’ bare chest as his wounds reopen. 

“Cas, you’re ok, you’re all right, come on Cas.” Gabriel’s voice is frantic as he tries to pin Cas’ flailing body. “Easy Cas, easy!” 

Cas screams again. The raw sound tears through the quiet night like a knife blade. The safehouse is removed from civilization, but not so far away as to be isolated, and Cas’ shrieks are loud enough to break glass. 

“Sam, go get my bag,” Dean says. His heart is pounding so hard it’s amazing he hasn’t fainted. His gun is heavy in his hand, pulling his whole arm down to the ground. “There’s a sedative in there; it should be enough to knock him out.” 

“No!” 

Gabriel’s voice cracks like a whip, stopping Sam in his tracks. “What the hell?” A ragged, tortured sound rips out of Cas’ throat. It seems impossible that a single person could hold that much tension in their body without snapping in half. 

Wild eyes and bared teeth are all Dean sees of Gabriel. “You are not putting anymore drugs into him!” 

Dean’s eyes fall to Cas’ arm, to the series of haphazard bruises blossoming along the vulnerable flesh of his inner arm. An awful, terrible picture paints itself in Dean’s mind, one which explains Cas’ state of mind, his hazy eyes and wandering train of thought. It’s not real, none of this is real...in my head, there are things, there are people, and they lie--

Dean thinks he might be sick.

Without consciously realizing it, Dean finds himself moving forward. At first, he means to do nothing more than to help Gabriel restrain Cas from hurting himself, but then he finds himself murmuring soft reassurances, things that his father would have slapped out of his mouth if he could. 

“Hey Cas, you’re all right, you’re all right, you’re ok, I’ve got you, me and Gabe are here, you’re ok now--��� 

He runs his hand over Cas’ forehead, wiping sweat away from his skin. “You’re safe, you’re all right. No one’s going to hurt you, I’ve got you.” 

He’s aware of the weight of Sam and Gabriel’s eyes, but he keeps his eyes focused on Cas. One last, thin wail rips from his throat and then, like a puppet cut from his strings, Cas collapses bonelessly onto the mattress. He shudders once and is still. 

Dean holds his breath for ten seconds. Then, when Cas sleeps peacefully on, he lets it out in one long whoosh. His knees buckle, threatening to send him crashing onto the mattress right beside Cas. 

“Go back to bed, Sam.” A few hesitant protests come from Sam, but they’re swiftly silenced with a sharp bark of his name. 

“Call me if anything changes,” Sam shoots off as a parting salvo, but Dean doesn’t think it’ll be necessary. If Cas has another screaming fit, Sam will know.

Sam’s door closes and Dean takes a few steps backward. His shaky legs give out just as his back hits the wall, and he slides down until his ass hits the ground. “Jesus,” he breathes. He buries his face in his hands, unwilling to allow Gabriel this view of his weakness. “God, oh god.” 

For thirty seconds, he allows his horror, and anger free reign. Then, with effort, he pulls himself back together, stitching together reason and rationality until he’s able to think. He looks up at the bed, where Gabriel’s head is bowed low over the mattress. 

“Drugs?” Dean finally asks, his voice a hoarse rasp. 

Gabriel’s head rises like it’s moving on rusty hinges. His golden eyes are bleak. 

“I recognize the handiwork. It’s from Naomi, one of Dad’s pets. She likes to experiment. Pump them full of hallucinogens, tear them apart, and see what falls out. By the end, they’re reprogrammed into something else they wouldn’t even recognize. Stands to reason they’d set her loose on Cas.” 

Bile rises in Dean’s throat. Cas is brilliant, his mind sharper than a steel trap. Behind blue eyes, thousands of gears are constantly turning. To think of someone rummaging around in that machine, upsetting the delicate balances and systems...It’s perverse, an upsetting of the natural order. Dean doesn’t believe in God, never has, but the idea of Cas losing his reason due to outside influences is as close to blasphemy as anything else. 

“Why don’t you get some sleep? I can stay with him.” 

Gabriel’s scoff isn’t as strong as it could be. Instead, he just looks weary and defeated. “You know, when I first thought of a Winchester taking my place, I thought I was going to kill you myself. And now...” He shakes his head, dismissing whatever he was going to say next. “I’m going to get a few hours worth of sleep. I’ll come get you then.” 

For a moment, Dean thinks Gabriel might go so far as to pat him on the shoulder. His hand hovers awkwardly in mid-air before it drops to his side. Gabriel shuffles towards the door, each step taking an eternity to accomplish. He waves at Dean, a limp gesture, before he heads down the hallway to his bedroom. It shuts behind him, leaving Dean alone with Cas. 

It takes almost all of Dean’s energy to make his way to the opposite side of the room. He collapses into the armchair, still warm from Gabriel’s ass. 

Blood dries tacky on Cas’ chest. None of the wounds he ripped open were deep enough to really hurt him, but seeing the reminders of his treatment torn stark red on Cas’ chest is still like getting a punch to the gut. 

It seems wrong, somehow, for him to see Cas brought low. He knows Cas wouldn’t want to be seen like this. When he wakes up, Cas will probably either punch him or shoot him, and that’ll be fine. It’ll be worth it to see Cas’ eyes open and shine with lucidity. 

“I’m sorry,” he finally says. His voice sounds harsh in the quiet of the room. The very air molecules bristle with disapproval. It’s nothing compared to the contempt which Dean feels for himself. 

“If it hadn’t been for me, you never would have been caught up in this. For whatever reason, you looked at me and you saw someone worth saving. I don’t know why you thought that. I don’t know what I did to make you think that I was ever worth this.” 

Dean’s fingers crawl across the mattress to take Cas’ hand in his. Cas’ fingers are cold and limp. Blood is caked into his cuticles. In his sleep, Cas murmurs. Whether it’s a sound of distress or happiness, Dean doesn’t know. He’s afraid to know. 

The first time he saw Cas was at the exchange. The Novaks were lined up on one side of the hotel and the Winchesters on the other. Dean had barely been able to swallow his rage at being sold off like a pawn, all so his father could swagger around the city like he owned something. He’d focused that rage on the family who, up until a few weeks ago, it was his purpose to thwart in any way possible, death not excluded. Now he was expected to join them, with nary a word spoken otherwise. 

He recognized Michael Novak and he’d gotten intimately familiar with Gabriel Novak’s file. Neither of those Novaks were as interesting as the Novak who stood at the back of the room. 

Even without knowing his name or anything else about him, Castiel was the Novak who caught his attention. He moved through the rest of them like a panther moving through wolves, all coiled grace and tightly bound intent. Where the other Novaks were stiff, he was fluid, where they were cold, he burned hot. Dean looked at him and saw the proverbial diamond in the rough, one jewel amidst a sea of imposters. 

And now here he is, shattered into a thousand pieces, a sacrifice laid in front of the altar of Dean Winchester. 

“I’m sorry.” Dean’s voice croaks on the last syllable. “Cas, I’m so sorry.” His instincts tell him to crush Cas’ hand in his, to bring him back with nothing more than sheer force of will, but he already knows that’s not an option. He needs to learn how to hold things without destroying them, how to love something without smothering it. 

“I wasn’t worth it. Whatever you thought you saw, it wasn’t worth this.” Heat prickles behind Dean’s eyes and works its way up his throat. “I’m so sorry Cas.” 

Misery forces his head low and Dean presses his forehead against Cas’ knuckles. Cas’ hand is so cold. The rise and fall of his chest is subtle, worryingly so. Dean doesn’t know how it feels to fall asleep without the taste of fear thick and sour on his tongue. 

He falls asleep with his lips still shaping the word sorry. 

---

Dean drags himself up from the pit of sleep, roused by a stimulus so weak it might as well be nonexistent. It’s still enough to pull him out of a troubled slumber, heart pounding. 

It takes his pupils a few seconds to adjust to the lack of light. When they do, they immediately find Cas. He lies, flat on his back, but his hand reaches out towards Dean. The weight of his hand is almost like a whisper as his fingers ruffle through his hair. 

“Cas,” Dean croaks, his pulse suddenly racing like a runaway carriage. “Cas, are you awake?” Are you ok, are you whole, please, tell me you’re all right, tell me that I didn’t destroy you like I destroy everything else in my godforsaken life-

A faint smile creeps over Cas’ face, like the sun struggling to break through the darkness of night. It’s a faint sliver of a thing, but it’s there, inescapable and wondrous. 

“Hello Dean.”