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shunsuiken · 7 months

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DON’T FORGET WHO’S TAKING YOU HOME (and in whose arms you’re gonna be).

pairing(s). kaeya, childe, ayato, kaveh, neuvillette x fem!reader

genre. fluff

wc. 200-400 for each character

an. AND SING WITH ME 🎤🎤 SO DARLING SAVE THE LAST DANCE FOR MEEE michael buble literally left no crumbs with this song i had to write about it omg + ALSO happy valentines day everyone !!! i may not have a valentine this year but im happy to post this for anybody feeling a little lonely today !! you are so so loved okay ?!!! come and collect a kiss from me before reading on 💋 MUAH have a lovely valentines day !!! <33

kaeya alberich

you’re really good at hiding, kaeya thinks to himself with a huff and a smile on his lips. searching all over the plaza for you was making him break a sweat in his navy blue tuxedo. with another turn around the corner he decides to remove his tuxedo jacket for the time being, folding it over his arm to carry instead.

“no, no, no klee! stop it! you can’t play with your things here, if you blow things up-”

“-master jean will put me in solitary confinement…”

oho, kaeya recognises these two voices very well. he finds it so hilarious that at the end, his feet lead him right to you! not even a single thought was processed as he turned the corner two seconds ago but here you are.

he hides behind the large potted plant, listening to the conversation you and the beloved spark knight share. he stays there until it becomes quiet between you two.

“kaeya, you peacock, i know it’s you.”

kaeya lets out a baffled noise, finally showing himself from behind the plant, offended by the ridiculous nickname you gave him. “snowflake, how dare you?”

“klee, don’t eavesdrop on people like this man when you grow older, yeah?” you point animatedly at your lover, who’s folding his arms and scoffing at you.

klee only giggles, nodding her head. “i gotta go find albedo now!” you watch as she skips off towards the plaza, waving goodbye.

you then turn towards your next problem that stands behind you. “i thought you were out dancing?”

“i was, but they’ll start playing the last dance soon and how can my last dance not be with you?” your lover walks towards you, pulling you closer by your waist with his free arm. you immediately wrap your arms around his neck, smiling softly at his intentions.

you hear an announcement echoing from the plaza before you can reply, and you figure it might have been mika because of how timid the voice sounded.

“good evening everyone, please bring all your friends and company over for the last dance of the night!”

“sounds like our queue.” you slide your arms off his shoulder to grab his hand, pulling him with you without warning.

“oh snowflake, hold on-” kaeya almost trips on air and the sounds of your laughter bounce off the concrete floor and walls as you drag him down the staircase leading to the plaza.

childe

you can never refuse ajax’s request for a dance, because he won’t take no for an answer. especially when it comes to dancing. your feet hurt so much. you’re so ready to just fall on top of your bed and go to sleep. but the only thing that keeps you wide awake, heart pumping and everything is the look on your lover's face.

his gaze usually has this inhumane and dull look to them, but you find that whenever he looks at you or when he participates in something he loves, his gaze finally twinkles. it works so miraculously too. like all of a sudden life was returned to him and he could see.

the smile on your lips grows when you think about this. you think it’s sweet how you’re one of the reasons that the life in his eyes returns.

ajax notices the tighter grip you hold on his forearm, making his lips curl in curiosity. “what’s going on in your head, baby?”

you zone in on the situation, you’re still dancing, and you shake your head in response. “nothing, ajax.” you want to keep your thoughts to yourself but when ajax smiles at you like that, with the most expectant look on his face, you can’t help yourself. “actually, i just thought about the dance.”

he twirls you around to the music before connecting arms with you again. “you just thought about the dance?” his brow quirks in amusement.

“no, no not like that,” you say with a sheepish chuckle before continuing, “i just thought that this number is the longest one so far.”

“well of course,” ajax responds with an eye smile. “it’s the last song.”

“it… is?” you look up at ajax while trying to fight the urge to look anywhere else.

if this is the last song… and you’re dancing with him… then that can only mean-

when the choreography allows ajax to pull you against his chest, he leans down so he can whisper in your ear, “you will be my final dance partner tonight.”

kamisato ayato

these few days at fontaine have been strumming the strings of your heart like a guitar—ayato has been spending so much time with you that you’re beginning to think of such ridiculous conclusions. his eyes that linger on your face, his hand that hovers on the small of your back when leading you out of a hall and it’s just these little things that he does with you that makes you want to claw an entire curtain off its rod. one time he even poured you a glass of wine before taking a sip with the same glass—it’s like he’s forgotten he’s the yashiro commissioner!

thoma and ayaka barely bat an eye. but also, they’ve known ayato for much longer than you have since you were a recent (and lovely) addition to the little family. so… perhaps this is just how he acts?

“uh-huh, when he’s courting someone that is.”

the sentence that thoma said offhandedly is the only thing that rings through your mind. but your thoughts must’ve shone through your expression because ayato is quick on his feet to smoothly guide you off the dance floor, gloved hand still holding yours as he brings you to a less crowded area—the balcony.

“you appeared to be distracted, that’s why i pulled us away,” ayato breaks the silence and your train of thoughts.

he’s still holding my hand—is what you’re repeating in your head. your eyes can barely focus on a single object within your field of vision. your bottom lip quivers at the revelation you’re carefully starting to uncover.

“i am not distracted,” you inhale sharply when you accidentally meet ayato’s gaze. “i…” your brows crease as you try to get words out of your mouth.

ayato brings your hand up to his lips, placing a chaste kiss on the back of your hand and you can physically feel the blood rush up to your fingertips. “would my lady like to return to the hotel?”

your voice leaves your throat in but a hoarse whisper, “what did you just call me?”

you hear a chuckle from ayato and it makes you snap your head around in embarrassment. this new term of endearment rolls off his tongue way too easily, the rascal must have been practicing!

“oh no, no, no, my lady, you must look at me,” a grin appears on ayato’s face at your attempts to hide your expression and when he finally gets you to look at him, you’re caged between his arms.

“why would you call me that?” you whine at his teasing.

“well i just couldn’t keep it to myself anymore,” ayato murmurs, a dust of pink decorating his cheeks. “will you allow me to call you that?”

kaveh

three hours. it’s been three hours since you and kaveh decided to learn a cute couples dance routine ‘for funsies’. whose idea was this again? weren’t you two supposed to be just friends? doesn’t kaveh have a client meeting tomorrow that he should be preparing for?

“so we do this—then this and then we’re supposed to oh—!”

the silence is deafening. the song playing in the background fades as you both stare at each other, even mirroring the same expression. eyes as wide as saucers. lips just inches from connection.

kaveh’s breath fans over your lips and you can hear the audible gulp he makes at the closeness. he’s also entirely aware that the red in his cheeks has reached his ears by now. while you, on the other hand, have started hearing the percussion of your heart in your own eardrums.

“o-oh…” your legs are frozen in place and hang on a second, why haven’t either of you let go?

his hand is respectfully sat on your waist, while the other is occupied holding your hand. you hear him inhale and it grabs your attention before you can get anymore lost in his gaze. his gaze observes your lovely face, eyes flickering from one feature to another as he whispers, “has anybody ever told you you’re pretty up close?”

you shake your head ever so slightly. “no.”

kaveh likes this answer, humming as he ponders for a moment.

your eyes sparkle when that handsome smile of his appears on his lips. he chuckles shortly at your expression, your palm feels so warm when connected with his.

“i’m glad i’m the first to tell you.”

neuvillette

“oh dear, neuvillette,” you chuckle softly, walking towards him as he takes another sip of his water. he stands in a more secluded corner of the hall, briefly greeting guests with a nod of the head. which is why he stands out like a sore thumb—arctic white hair, designer blue suit and a piercing gaze.

but that gaze doesn’t fool you. the dragon sovereign is probably pondering on retiring for the night and is only still present to keep up with appearances.

“yes, lady y/n?” it’s to nobody’s surprise that he heard you from metres away.

when he turns around, your eyes immediately land on the problem you’ve sensed since you returned from the dancefloor.

“your tie,” you reply, standing in front of his figure, nonchalantly raising your hands in preparation to adjust the garment. “will you allow me to fix it?”

the gears in neuvillette’s mind pause abruptly at your question. he certainly has no problem readjusting his own tie. his hands aren’t holding anything else other than his cup of water—which he can definitely put down on a nearby table!

but why can’t he bring himself to say no?

the ‘of course’ leaves his lips faster than he would have liked, but that’s no matter, your expression shows no sign of displeasure. instead, he watches your sweet smile brighten.

when your fingers reach the tie, neuvillette notices how you tiptoe to reach him. so he does what any normal person would do—he leans down.

it catches you off guard, the tips of your fingers just slightly grazing against his neck in the process. you profusely apologise in whispers to which neuvillette can only chuckle at.

“it is no trouble lady y/n, i appreciate the kind gesture.” the corner of neuvillette’s lips curve, his hands neatly tucked behind him as he allows you to redo his tie.

neuvillette’s lips only seem to further break into a smile as he watches you pat on the tie in completion.

“there, all finished.” you look up at the iudex, chuckling, “you ought to learn how to do this yourself.”

neuvillette hums, “perhaps you could teach me.” he takes your hand, gently brushing his lips against your knuckles before kissing it. “but for now a dance shall suffice, would you care to join me?”

#kaeya x reader #childe x reader #ayato x reader #kaveh x reader #neuvillette x reader #kaeya fluff #childe fluff #ayato fluff #kaveh fluff #neuvillette fluff #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin x reader fluff

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iravinirattu · 1 year

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ik im late but im playing through kaveh's hangout event and. the haikaveh brainrot is real

since these losers can't do it themselves i am here to offer my translation services ‼️

al haitham you liar. we are in a library using our indoor voices you did NOT hear us.

and even if you did mr. "i hate small talk" why'd u walk over hmm?? hmm??

"dont mind if i ignore you, i've got my earphones in" <- applies to everyone except kaveh

"okay now that i've gotten him distracted tell me what's wrong so i can discreetly fix it"

mans literally sent kaveh away to boost his confidence a bit + find out if he was okay.

"you annoted those books with such long and beautiful notes that eveyone hated lolol anyways check out those shelfs where there's a book with someone appreciating ur notes"

i can't get over how many exceptions al haitham makes for kaveh. he's not heartless and cruel in the way i often see him portrayed... but at the same time his entire demeanor is "i respect you as a person but won't go out of my way to do things for you unless it benefits me"

like he's one of the only characters who isn't super super close with the traveler, at least that's how i see it in the voicelines! he respects them as a friend, would consider doing things for them if they asked, but that's about it really!

but KAVEH. for someone who enjoys a peaceful life and has such a rational and efficient way of working it theoretically makes no sense for him to do all the things he does for kaveh.

like sure "maybe the cheering up kaveh is just to avoid having to deal with him drunk later", but that's too roundabout of a demeanor to be al haitham's style. plus, if he really didn't want to deal with a drunk kaveh, he could just kick him out.

but he doesn't because he cares, and kaveh does not understand that because he has created a vision of what he thinks al haitham is in his head, and in that vision he, kaveh, has no value so why would haitham have him around?? clearly he's got ulterior motives.

and they won't move further until kaveh lets go of that vision, and he can only do that if he truly realises his own worth, and until then haitham's gonna have to keep pushing him towards that from the shadows.

"he overworks himself, it's not healthy. he forgets the practicality of his ideals when he starts something, thinking he can pull through it, but reality hits him halfway. he can keep his ideals, that's fine, but i wish he was a bit more realistic about them."

"and despite all of the above, despite wanting to uphold his artistic integrity, he still puts everyone's needs before his own."

"his approach is too contradictory, and hence people don't see his talent. there are those who's resolve is so brash they are seen as confident and unshakable; and yet he who is more talented than them all falls behind because he's so easy to take advantage of."

al haitham taught me two new words today lol

irascible - someone with a quick temper

paragon - something viewed as a standard

"if he wants things to change he needs to find a balance between compromise and resolve. there is no way to please everyone, but instead of accepting this, he thinks he can nullify it if he takes all the burden instead."

kaveh's altruism stems from his own self-hatred, moreso than his desire to help others. and while doing a good deed puts a smile on his face, the melancholy guilt that trips him when he doesn't is far greater.

"if they are his ideals then i have no right to say anything about them. but he hurts himself so much as a result of that and i wish he would love himself a bit more."

al haitham has a great deal of respect for kaveh, not just as a scholar but as a person. and it's hard watching someone like that dig their own grave, and there's nothing you can do but wait in the sidelines, because they won't believe anything you say.

al haitham is constantly bickering with kaveh to get him to feel a little, challenge his ideals, find a way to make them work without sacrificing himself in return.

"at this poing talking to him is no use, he's convinced himself that his life only has purpose if it's in the hands of others. all people face hardships in life, but he seems to believe he deserves all he gets and more"

and then after kaveh is back he gives him space to talk about things that make him happy, and more importantly, appreciate himself.

how to tell kaveh i want to listen to his silly lil rants without sounding like a sap - al haitham's brain, probably

al haitham knowing all of kaveh's little buttons, and pressing the right ones after determining his mood, so he can show kaveh he loves him but still sound like a bitch.

"you did so well. i am so proud, and i hope you are proud of yourself too."

and sometimes he does click the wrong one, but then immediately goes back on it, becomes soft(er than usual), offers reassurance, changes the topic, and so on

we saw this in the parade of providence event, when kaveh got legitimately upset at one of haitham's remarks and he immediately went into I HAVE UPSET MY BF recovery mode.

and what i love the most in all this is KAVEH'S DUMBASS IS SO OBLIVIOUS TO THIS LMAOOO

but also it's sad because the reason he's oblivious is because he doesn't think he's worth being cared for like that.

haikaveh's whole vibe is "i love you, but i'd much rather you love yourself first" and "i'm your one and only, your only exception, the one you'd break all your rules for" and i love it.

#haikaveh #al haitham #kaveh #kavetham #genshin impact #alhaitham x kaveh #⥽ • chaos and chasms #try denying the allegations now bitches (affectionate)#i shld be al haithams translator fr

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pasc4lfuzz · 2 months

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Hey people! So during the early hours while I was listening to music I started thinking about which ones reminded me of some Pedro Boys, so this post is basically that.

So if you're interested... hop on!!!

warnings: very small smut (sorry not sorry)

dividers by @saradika-graphics

PEDRO BOYS AS SONGS 🎧🎵

Joel Miller

I feel like Joel would be Shades of Cool by Lana Del Rey, just something about this song that screams QZ!Joel Miller and also PostOutbreak!Joel in general.

The guitar solo in the song??? oh man so Joel codded, JUST HEAR ME OUT!

Javier Peña

I couldn't decide between these two, every time im listening to wicked games i remember of Javi, and Tuyo??? PLEASE THIS IS HIS SONG!!!

"What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you And I don't wanna fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart)"

You can't tell me that after reading this you didn't thought of Javier Fucking Peña.

Frankie Morales

judge me but i see Frankie listening to Frank Ocean on off. and Pink + White intertwines themes of nostalgia, the inevitability of change, and the bittersweet nature of life. Also i picture Framkie listening to this remembering abou the happy moments he had with his friends.

Marcus Pike

COME ON GUYS THIS IS HIS - AND ONLY HIS - SONG, the lyrics, instrumental, the feeling everything is Marcus Pike.

Our beloved hopeless romantic deserve this magestic song! i mean:

'Cause with your hand in my hand And a pocket full of soul I can tell you there's no place we couldn't go Just put your hand on the glass I'll be tryin' to pull you through You just gotta be strong

THIS SCREAMS MARCUS PIKE!!!!

Agent Whiskey

You say it's big but you take it Ride cowgirl

THIS IS EASILY SOMETHIS JACK WOULD SAY LIKE COME ONNNNNN just imagine the scene, he's laying down on the bed while you are on his laps, both of you bare like the day you were born, his hands gripping your thighs sinking down on his cock throwing your head back murmuring.

"It's so big Jack"

He chuckles grabbing his cowboy hat from the bed headboard and place it in your head.

"You can say it's big but you take it, come on, ride cowgirl"

as he says he grabs your hips circling it while his cock is deep buried inside of you.

DAMN I JUST WROTE A LITTLE SMUT IN THIS, I LOST IT A BIG TIME AGO FOR THIS ONE.

Dieter Bravo

We all know Dieter is very famous in The Bubble universe and he does every thing he can just because of this, and that is literally what the song says about, it tells you about doing every thing to be popular, and well Dieter already is so he is.... enjoying it(?.

Dieter loves attention, he loves the most part of what he can get about being famous.

Dave York

If im not into this man than maybe he's haunting me, besides of being misterious and very hot he also have an interesting job that makes him even hotter.

Just listen to the song and i dare you to say that it doesn't remind you of him.

Din Djarin

I feel like behind that helmet Din jus truly wanna be loved, like he could just forget about all his problems and focus on something else. For this one i don't really have an explanation i just feel it.

Oberyn Martell

This song is the most pure lust you can ever hear, and everyone knows that Oberyn loves and enjoys sex, and this song.... OH MAN IF YOU REALLY EARNED IT IN HIS EYES YOU WOULD BE PRATICALY DEAD FROMPLEASURE THE MORNING AFTER.

He wouls make you go through - at least - 4 or more orgasms, this man won't settle for little, he wants you screaming his name, clawing at his back, begging for him, and after all of that he would give you a breath taking kiss and help you clean yourself.

I hope that everyone who got here enjoyed! Feel free to comment your opinion :)

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fandom #music #songs #joel miller #javier peña #dieter bravo #jack daniels #agent whiskey #frankie morales #oberyn martell #dave york #marcus pike #the mandalorian #din djarin

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lunajay33 · 1 year

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Hurt Pt.2💔

Summary: Y/n finds out she’s pregnant while staying at the Greene farm and Daryl is still on the search for Sophia but things change quickly

•Masterlist•

I hung out with Glenn and Maggie for most of the day, helping hang clothing out to dry and picking out eggs

“So y/n do you want a boy or girl?” Maggie asked smiling

“It doesn’t matter to me, as long as I can make them healthy and happy that’s all I care about” I said as was cutting up some vegetables for supper

“I can’t wait to see overly over-protective Daryl, it’ll be hilarious” Glenn laughed making me smile

“He’s been gone pretty long dont you think?” I asked looking out to see the sun slowly fading behind the trees

“Im sure he’ll be back soon don’t worry” Maggie said

“Is it okay if I go for a little walk, just to clear my head” I asked looking to see I’ve already cut all the veggies

“Of course just stay close okay” Glenn said

“Okay I will” I said as I placed my hand on my lower belly and left the house making my way for a walk around the perimeter

Hoping to find any sign that he’d be back, a russel of leaves, the horse, anything that’s when I heard a gun shot and pain seer through my head

I fell to the group holding the side of my head to feel the sting and bleeding from a large cut

“What the hell” I gasped someone shot me

I heard yelling come from behind me but it was all faded my head was fuzzy, I looked up to see Daryl limping out from the trees and he was obviously hurt

“Daryl” I sighed in relief and for a moment I forgot about the pain then everything went dark

Daryl’s POV~~~

Damn horse knocked me over a cliff but all I could think about was making it back to y/n and the baby, I promised her so after struggling for hours I finally climbed up and limped my way back to the farm

Once I was near I heard a gun shot and I made it past the trees and what I saw almost made me pass out

My peach was hunched over on the ground in front of me with blood falling down her face and neck, it was the worst thing for me to see

She called my name, almost pleading then she passed out, I looked behind her and everyone was running towards us

I limped over and held her in my arms

“What the hell happened” I yelled as they made it to us

“Andrea thought she was a walker” Glenn said

“SHE SHOOT HER, I’m gonna kill er” I said feeling the hate pump through my blood

“Come one man let’s get you both to Hershel” Shane said as he picked up y/n and Glenn and Rick helped me back to the house

“Hershel we need help” Glenn called out as Shane laid y/n on the bed and I laid down next to her almost forgetting about the arrow wound in my side

I looked at her and it felt like my world was falling apart

“What happened?” Hershel asked i barely listened as the others filled him in on everything

He cleaned up her head which was full of blood and stitched up her wound

“Will she be alright?” I groaned as he started stitching up my side

“She’ll be fine son, she just needs to rest”

“What about the baby” I groaned as he finished the stitches

“Daryl she’ll be fine, get some rest” he said as he left the room leaving me with her

I moved closer and held her close to me, she looked so tired, the color was drained from her face, I just want her to wake up and tell me she’s alright

Y/n POV~

I woke up to a strong sharp pain on the side of my head, I groaned and looked around noticing I was in the house and then I saw Daryl next to me, he was bandaged up meaning something bad happened, I knew something was going to go wrong

“Daryl” I whispered trying to wake him up

“Hmmm” he groaned

“Wake up” I said as I ran my hand through his hair

His eyes shot open and he looked panicked

“Hey it’s alright” I said slowly sitting up with him

“Oh peach are ya okay?” He asked as he placed his hand on my little belly bump

“Im fine just sore, but are you okay, what happened Daryl?”

“Damn horse got scared and threw me over a cliff, damn arrow shot through ma side”

“Daryl, baby, I don’t want you to go out alone again please, I was so worried”

“Okay peach I won’t, are ya hungry I know they’re out there eatin, maybe you should get somethin ta eat”

“I’ll go get some and bring it back for you too!” I smiled as I stood up I walked out to the kitchen and everyone looked up at me

“Hey everyone, sorry to interrupt” I said slowly picking up two plates of food as I felt weak

“How are you feeling dear?” Hershel asked

“I’m fine, thank you for helping me, I know I’ve been quiet a burden lately I laughed nervously

“No dear don’t say that” dale said

“Im just gonna bring this food to Daryl” I smiled and walked back to the room

~Few days later~

I was sitting at the end of the bed while Daryl was laying down

“Ya sure yer doing okay, you’ve been real quiet lately” he asked as I looked down

“Ya I’m good, just tired” I lied, I felt like such a problem lately and even though the others disagreed I couldn’t help but feel like it, I wanted to contribute and be strong for my baby

“Hey can I come in” we heard from outside the tent

Daryl just groaned and in came Andrea all he did was glare

“The hell do ya want?”

“I came to apologize, im sorry I shot you y/n but to be fair you looked like a walker and I was just trying to protect the camp

There she goes again with the insults, I sighed and left the tent quickly walking away to the fallen tree

I couldn’t hold my emotions back anymore, I cried so hard trying to think of what I did wrong for her to be so hateful, I’m not good enough to be here anymore I’m just holding everyone back

I felt arms wrap around me and kiss my head

“Shhh peach it’s okay don’t listen to her, selfish bitch” he said trying to sooth me but the tears and hiccups kept coming

“Daryl why are you even with me, she’s right I’m a burden, I’m not good enough for you I’ll never me enough, maybe it’ll be better for everyone if I just leave”

“No no don’t say that, I love ya so much so much that I don’t wanna be away from ya for a second, yer so strong and beautiful and helpful, you’ve done so much for the people in the group please don’t leave me” he said as tears welled in his eyes

“I’m sorry Daryl I’ve just been so emotionally lately and she’s making everything more hard for me” I said as he whipped my tears away

“I’ll keep her away from ya, I’ll show ya everyday that you’re my world peach”

~~~~~~

PART 3

#daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon #twd michonne #twd carol #twd daryl #twd maggie #twd fanfiction #daryl imagines #daryl dixion x reader #twd rick #twd x reader

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themultifandomgal · 1 year

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John Shelby- Dancing

1 Year Old:

Music is heard throughout the house as Martha sits on the floor with her daughter in front of her

"Come on" Martha calls trying to encourage YN to walk over to her "YN, come on sweetheart, you gonna show your uncles you can walk?" the little girl just giggles crawling to her mum "I swear she walked this morning" Martha sighs in defeat hugging YN close. Tommy walks over to the little girl and helps her up on to her feet

"You gonna walk?" he asks letting her go watching her fall hitting her bottom on the floor. Finn the youngest Shelby brother at 3 years old starts laughing

"Come on YN I'll show you" he says holding her hand as she wobbly stands with the help off her mother "walk" he takes some steps with her then let's go of her hand. As YN gets more confident her speed picks up and she throws herself at Arthur. He picks her up and bounces her in his arms

"She walked!" he shouts excitedly as everyone else starts clapping and cheering while YN giggles in her uncles arms. He spins her around dancing with her in his arms. This was the start of YN's love of music and dancing.

8 Years Old:

YN's father and uncles finally return from war and end up at the garrison drinking. YN still loves music, always dancing which is what she has been doing all day

"Daddy please?" YN asks begging her father to dance with her

"No now YN" John sighs missing his late wife who passes away not that long ago. YN pouts, but her uncle Tommy steps in

"I'll dance with you. Come on" Tommy finishes his drink and stands up turning the record player up. YN wraps her arms around her uncles waist, standing on his feet.

16 Years Old:

After her first heartbreak she would of course go to her uncles about it. That's when Arthur suggests that they go to the garrison to have a drink and try to cheer YN up

"Ok then what happened?" Finn asks lifting his drink to take a sip

"He walked off laughing" YN says upset

"I'll fucking kill him" John grumbles. Esme, YNs stepmum tries to calm down her husband

"It's fine dad"

"YN he was your first love, it's ok to feel sad" Ada says hugging her niece

"I've got an idea" Grace smiles from behind the bar. She walks over to record player and start to play the record that's already on there "up you get"

"What are you doing Grace?" YN huffs not in the mood

"Your not sitting her drinking yourself silly" Grace pulls YN up and starts to dance "your not going to cry over him, your going to celebrate"

"Grace I'm really not in the mood"

"You know what Grace has a point. Come on YN" Esme says standing up joining YN and Grace

"Fine" YN sighs giving in and smiling slightly at her step mum.

As the even goes on and on, YN's dad and her uncles get quiet tipsy. Grace has changed the record many times and now YN is dancing with her uncles all laughing. It's the first time since the war that everyone was seen smiling and forgetting about the world around them.

21 Years Old:

YN's wedding was a bitter sweet day. She married the love of her life, but was missing her mum, dad and aunt Polly. Arthur was the one to walk her down the aisle while Tommy had the typical father daughter dance with his niece

"Thank you for today. It was perfect"

"Ya mum, dad and Poll would haunt me if I let anything go wrong" this makes YN chuckle

"I miss them"

"I know, but today is a day of celebration. To get drunk and dance the night away"

And that's what they did. YN got to dance with Tommy, Arthur and Finn, all her uncles tipsy

"You know we will kill 'im if he ever hurts you"

"I know Finn" YN laughs with her uncle "I don't think he'd do anything. Think he's to scared to even upset me"

"Good"

23 Years Old:

"Come on Harry" YN encourages her son who's just over a year old "you gonna walk for us?" but in response Harry babbles clapping his hands

"Music got you walking when you were his age" Arthur comments walking over to the record playing, turning it on

"Come on little man" Tommy pulls Harry up to his feet "maybe you want dance"

"You as well come on" Finn pulls YN up as music starts blaring through the house.

The house fills with laughs, dancing and cheers when Harry takes his first steps.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #john shelby x y/n #John Shelby x daughter #john shelby

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dearabby1990 · 4 months

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Chapter 18: Dinner for two

Dinner went off without a hitch Eddie practically scarfing down everything you’d bring out to the table making you giggle and appreciate that he likes everything so much. “This is all amazing babe thank you I can’t remember the last time I ate something that’s wasn’t fast food or out of the microwave” he smiles mouth full of chicken. “You’re welcome handsome I’m glad you like it but you gotta save room for dessert I don’t need you getting a stomachache on me” his eyes widen like a child at an amusement park “say no more princess as soon as im finished this plate I’ll be ready trust me it’s a rarity that im ever full” you giggle “good to know at least I know to have the kitchen stocked if you ever spend the night” you laugh Eddie’s face falls & you become nervous & start to panic maybe you took it too far so you start to backtrack “um I’m sorry forget I said anything that was stupid..” Eddie cuts you off mid sentence “no!!” You jump in your seat “no.. I mean… im sorry you just caught me off guard I wasn’t expecting you to say that… not that it’s a bad thing… I just…” you look down playing with your hands Eddie knows he messed up & doesn’t want you to shut him out like last time so he jumps up from his seat you assume he’s leaving so you quietly cry in your seat he kneels down to see your face “hey… hey hey no sweetheart don’t cry I didn’t… ugh I’m a dumb ass.. I’m sorry honey id love to spend every second with you I just didn’t want to push or rush anything because I really like you & didn’t want to scare you off” he wipes the tears from your cheeks and places a kiss to your forehead “I really like you too eddie… so much that it scares me… I’m so afraid” you say as more tears stream down your face. “Hey you don’t ever have to be afraid when it comes to me okay? You can tell me anything or nothing at all & I’ll always be right here… for as long as you’ll have me” you hug him burying your face into his neck “what’s got you so scared huh? You can tell me love I won’t judge I promise” you take a deep breath afraid if what he says he means because if you open up fully will he look at you like there’s something wrong with you? You’ve always felt defective unwanted so having someone genuinely want you has you questioning if it’s real or if it’ll end horribly like everything else in your life. You sniffle taking a deep breath & letting it out if he’s gonna leave he’s gonna either way “because… because everyone I love leaves & everything I ever care about usually disappears… you’re so wonderful Eddie but I’m so afraid that this isn’t real like one day I’m gonna wake up and you’ll just be a distant dream or one day you’ll wake up and realize I’m not what you want anymore” he can feel you tremble all your fears have been his too not realizing how similar you both truly are. “Listen I’m here it’s real & im not going anywhere.., ever you’re all I ever think about & you’re all I want I don’t want anything else” he takes his hands and cups your face slowly bringing you towards him gently kissing you & you feel the bright white light pan behind your eyes & the knot twist in your stomach the way your skin feels like it’s on fire but all in the best way pulling him in closer he swipes his tongue across your bottom lip silently asking for permission you not giving it a second thought wanting all of him the smell of his cologne engulfing your senses the sound of him content humming into the kiss as you let out the smallest whimper that sends him into a frenzy. “You’re so beautiful” he whispers into your ear before peppering kisses along your jaw down to the sweet spot on your neck back to your lips until you both break for air. “Okay let’s have dessert so I can hold my lady for the rest of the night” he smiles at you “that’s if you want me to stay… I can go afterwards no pressure love remember we can take it as slow as you need” you press your forehead against his “please don’t leave..”

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #eddie munson

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aita-blorbos · 1 year

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AITA for doing my job as a security guard?

I'm (?M) (age is kinda weird for me because im uh, not human) like uh, a security guard at this science facility... right... And I'm making my rounds like usual, and I go up to my coworker, my good friend J(M) (i forget how old he is...), who's having some trouble at the door with some asshole who I'm gonna call uhh... G (27M) who comes striding up expecting to be let in because he's in uniform. J is like pissed at this guy, he has anger issues so I break up the situation and ask for G's passport, like his company passport that everyone has. He's acting dumb and saying he's wearing the uniform and shit and that he doesn't have a passport and doesn't know what it is. I whisper to J that he doesn't have it, and J isn't saying much, just that this guy isn't allowed in here. J is really upset his fists are like, balled, he's so mad. He's like... five seconds away from beating up this guy. So I calm him down, soothe him with this company thing we have to be able to protect G.

G keeps going on about how he's in the suit for some test their running but that doesn't mean anything to me, he could've stolen it or something... But he's really adamant that he needs to go to this test chamber to run this really important science test, so I let him in but I follow him around to make sure he's not up to anything weird. He says that he's gonna find his passport somewhere so we proceed down towards the test area.We run into some old scientist guy... I'll call him B, and he says that I shouldn't be down here because I'm not wearing hazard gear, but it's okay I assure him I have my passport and my ID and he of course lets me through, I try to tell G this is how things are when you bring these things but he doesn't believe me. Even B is shocked that this guy doesn't have his passport. It's unbelievable. I'm so frustrated with this guy at this point.

We make it to the door to the test chamber, and G tells me if I go in I'll die because I'm not wearing hazard gear. So he goes ahead and leaves me behind, but I slip into the chamber anyways, and he's like so shocked he starts swearing and everything. He's telling me I'm supposed to not be in here, which... Ironic... Because he's the one who isn't supposed to be here probably. So i say I'm going to just keep tabs on him to make sure he doesn't steal anything.

G keeps talking with the scientists and turning on equipment and stuff, so I'm following him up ladders and everything, and he probably isn't even doing things right. There's smoke in the test chamber and shit. Another scientist, C(Old M), says that he shouldn't be smoking in the test chamber. I tell G again not to steal or touch stuff, because this is clearly all his fault.He's moving some sort of cart into this lazer, and my scientist friend T(36M) is telling him to push it really slowly, like molasses or something. I'm asking him why he's touching that thing and G is yelling about being behind schedule and how there's not supposed to be two people in the chamber, but he just goes ahead and pushed it in anyways.

Everything starts glowing green and blowing up and shit it's all going wrong... It's so fucked.

I'm trying to get a hold of things, there's weird creatures crawling around that I'm shooting when I run into G and B again. I can tell G totally blames me for fucking up the experiment and the whole compound, which we now have to work together escape from because it's all falling apart and filled with creatures and shit. We've met up with T and C as well and are working together to get out of here, but G keeps being a total dick to me for just doing my job, and is acting like none of this was his fault... AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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phobia-sweets · 1 year

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Just thought of this:

All the Scarecrows you write for reacting to their trans S/O (who takes T injections) having just injected their/his leg, forgetting about it and while still sitting down laughing at a joke and slapping their thighs as a reaction. S/O then proceeds to yell out in pain because they/he accidentally slapped the spot they just injected, causing them to laugh even harder at their/his own misfortune

(Sorry if the ask is a bit long)

this took a bit long bc of the amount of characters and bc i was worried abt this being inaccurate bc i myself don't take t shots D:

Anyhow, this was fun to write!

Arkhamverse, BTAS, BTAA, DK Scarecrow x reader

Warnings & Notes: obv mentions of syringes, could be ooc in some parts bc im still a bit rusty, not proofread

ARKHAM ASYLUM

“I assume you won’t be needing help with that.” Jonathan stated quite matter-of-factly as he walked past you to his workstation. You hummed in response, gently flicking the needle to get any air bubbles out.

Sticking the needle in your thigh carefully and injecting the liquid, you watched Jonathan get to work – he was always so calm and calculated. Taking out the needle, you sighed in relief. You were taken aback by the sound of glass shattering, which made you turn towards the source of the noise – Jonathan’s work station. There, on the ground laid the remains of a glass bottle and a puddle of orange liquid. Jonathan’s irritation was evident in his… lack of an expression and tense posture. It wouldn’t have been funny if it weren’t for the second bottle falling onto the ground when he turned away. You put your other hand across your mouth to avoid laughing at the situation. Your other hand, however, landed a bit harder than necessary on your thigh, right on top of where the needle was injected.

“FUCK-” you yelled, making Jonathan turn to face you so quickly you’d think he’d get whiplash. The situation and his reaction just made you laugh even more and he practically ran to you to assess the damage. “No, Jonathan, It’s fine- I’m just-” You laughed, making him take a few steps behind.

“You really shouldn’t be so reckless with your medication-” He started, crossing his arms with a grin on his face.

“You really gonna go all doctor on me?” You laughed at him, holding onto his shoulder for balance.

“I’m afraid so.” He said, grinning.

ARKHAM KNIGHT

Gotham was in complete, utter chaos. Ever since Scarecrow announced his prescense and the Arkham Knight’s militia came to the city, everyone left – except for the people wanting to take advantage of the situation and the people trying to resolve the situation. People like the penguin, Mad hatter and even firefly were in the city, doing what they did best.

You had been just taking your t-shots when the comms rang – Nygma was trying to contact Jonathan. Putting the empty syringe on the table, you walked into his lab.

“Jonathan, you done yet? Nygma is uhh… trying to contact you.” You walked into his lab – it was pretty clean if you ignored the stray bottles and notes laying around. “Said it’s something about-”

“His plans do not concern me. He’s distracting batman – that’s all that matters right now with him.”

“Allright, I’ll make sure to tell him.” You chuckled at his irritation with Nygma and walked just outside the lab. You turned on the radio, hearing nygma mutter something about having to wait so long. “Nygma?”

“You?! I called scarecrow, not you!”

“Yeah, well, he isn’t available right now.” You sighed, already tired with him. “So leave a message or call later.” You could practically hear the smoke come out of his ears as he started,

“What could be so important he can’t answer to me?!”

“I don’t know, working? Making more toxin? Planning? There’s a lot of options, if I’m honest.” You laughed. Before he could respons, the connection cut. Did he break it in frustration? Did he cut the connection? Whatever the case, you found it funny. You started to quietly laugh at him, slapping your thigh. You shouted in pain, catching Jonathan’s attention in the lab. This only made you laugh more, and he came out.

“Are you allright?” He asked, voice emotionless as ever.

“Ye- yeah, just- give me a moment here.” You responded, laughing on the ground.

BTAS

“You’re sure you weren’t imagining it? You know, wouldn’t be too outrageous if one of them toxin canisters were leakin’..” You questioned Anthony, one of Jonathan’s goons doubtfully, with a slight smile on your face.

“No, no! I swear! I saw it with my own two eyes!” He tried, but you weren’t buying it.

“Batman has a kid fight for him? You really believe that?” You asked, unknowing that he did, indeed have a boy wonder fight by his side now. “I mean, I’d expect him to be against having some kid fight with him.”

“No, I saw a guy get his ass handed to him by that kid!” Nigel joined in.

“You what?” You asked, giggling a little. “You’re sure?”

“Yeah! He was maybe like this tall-” He started, holding up a hand at a height he claimed this boy wonder was at. “And the guy didn’t stand a chance!” You laughed at this, slapping your hand at your thigh, where you had a fresh injection site. You felt a sting in your thigh, and cursed in pain.

“OW, SHIT-” you yelled, standing up from your chair. Nigel and Anthony looked at you worriedly, which only made you laugh at the situation.

“What’s going on here?” Jonathan asked as he walked into the room.

“Boss- They just- yelled in pain and now-” Anthony started explaining as Jonathan looked down at you.

“I’m- I’m fine, I promise.” You laughedm looking up at Jonathan. “Just stings a bit” He furrowed his brows at this, concerned.

“We’ll uhh… leave them to you, boss,” Anthony said as he dragged nigel with him outside the room.

“...Did you hit the injection site?”

“Maybe.”

“I told you not to-”

“Well, I was livin’ in the moment, Doc.”

THE DARK KNIGHT TRILOGY

Jonathan’s lab wasn’t the best choice when it came to taking your shots. It was grimy, messy and… well, not very hygienic. Rust covered many of the metallic surfaces and chemical bottles littered the tables. Yet here you were listening to a radio, sticking a needle into your thigh. You’ve grown used to it – the sting of the liquid spreading wasn’t as bad as the soreness that came afterwards. The radio next to you hadn’t played any songs in a while – instead the hosts were having a conversation, which you had been listening to while waiting for Jonathan to come back. He had gone to fetch something – a specific chemical he needed.

Jonathan oepned the door to the lab, hearing you giggle at the radio. He didn’t pay too much attention to it until he heard a slap and an “OW, FUCK-” coming from you. He quickly walked so he could see you, hand resting on your thigh – presumably the spot you had slapped. He raised his eyebrow, until he noticed the discarded syringe next to you. He sighed, watching as you started laughing even more at your own misfortune. He said nothing, and went back to work with a smile.

BATMAN AUDIO ADVENTURES

Taking your testosterone wasn’t that scary – you’d gotten used to the needle with time. But whenever Jonathan insisted on doing it for you, it was a different story. He had this effect of making even the most innocent things seem atleast a bit unsettling – He prided himself in that. He grinned as he inserted the needle in your thigh without much of a warning, making you jump slightly at the sting.

“You know – you could warn me when you do that.”

“oopsie-daisy, seems I forgot - ” He laughed and pulled out the now empty needle, setting it aside. “but a little scare never killed anyone.”.

“I’m going to have to disagree with you there.” You responded, furrowing your brows at him.

“Now, when has anyoene ever died from a little fear?” He started, standing up proudly. “I would know, yes?”

“You’re goddamn annoying, you know that?” You smiled up at him. He laughed in response, grabbing his burlap mask and putting it on.

“Oh shoot, am I?” He jokingly asked, dramatically turning towards the door. “I’m afraid I just don’t believe that.”

“Oh you fucking-” You started, slapping your thigh and standing up. In that moment, you had completely forgotten about just having a needle in your thigh just moments ago. You felt a sharp pain in your thigh and yelled in pain – catching Jonathan off guard. You started laughing at your own pain and forgetfulness, to which he started giggling along.

#arkhamverse scarecrow x reader #dk scarecrow x reader #BTAA scarecrow x reader #BTAS scarecrow x reader #jonathan crane x reader

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gaiathemexicanbeauty · 2 years

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puppy love | tanjirou x male! reader

word count: 1.1k

just a completely unexpected tanjirou crush headcanon list! :D

warnings: none! pure fluff :3 (i refuse to make anything remotely sad (unless asked) (then i'll do it) (unwillingy))

tanjirou is a minor so please do not comment weird stuff under this!

i wasn't gonna write this and just ramble all this to a friend but i was like "why am i gonna torture them" /lh i love you damien

anyways i am only on s1 e15 so this might not be canon compliant to the manga or to swordsmith village or to season 2 and happens before all of that sadness

but anywho, please enjoy this and happy reading! :D all of this was very rushed bc of how fast i wanted to write this so sorry if its bad lol

don't forget to check out my ask box! <3 ask box rules are in my pinned post! requests are slow right now but i am more than happy to just chat!

tanjiro is obviously a really determined kid, nothing really gets in the way of his journey or protecting his friends and nezuko

but i like to think that he has plenty of lovey dovey fantasies, sleeping beauty and cinderella type of thing where he thinks everyone is destined for love and that if you wish for it enough, it will come to you

but he can also be very oblivious so as much as he believes in soulmates, you would have to slap him across the face (though why would you do that?) for him to realize he was looking at the future love of his life

he's still a kid so the idea of love is very innocent to him and thats why i love him <3 but he can't really tell anyone about all of his daydreaming because zenitsu would give him a hard time and inosuke would laugh in his face

but tanjirou most definitely can't stop for too long in the places where he's assigned missions in (he wants to explore, he's naturally curious like that!) so in turn, he doesn't really have the time to fall in love or even have a crush

maybe one day he stops in a city or town, there's a festival going on and he's trying to get past all the crowds of people to get out of the city and get to his next mission

and maybe it's the cliche of you running away from someone (probably a bully) and you run into tanjirou and immediately scramble to hide behind him and beg him to help you, you'll do anything!

so now he has no choice but to give you a hand (he'd think about it for days if he didn't) and once he convinces the person to leave, you're on your hands and knees thanking him as he tries to reassure that it was his pleasure

"let me buy you a meal! it's the least i can do!" you say with a grateful smile; you don't give tanjiro time to respond as you take his hand and lead him to some food stands just a few feet away

from there, you treat tanjirou to more than just a meal, but snacks and even some local activities (im not japanese guys but i know there are plenty of super fun stuff to do)

once you actually look at him, you feel grateful that you stopped him when you did: his kind smile had you pleasantly staring at him, the way he would fluster so easily when you would compliment him, and just how overall nice he was for seemingly no reason

by the time you knew it, the streets were becoming quieter and less crowded and the night was cooling down but neither you or tanjirou had tried to stop talking

"oh, are you cold? here, you can take my haori." tanjirou says with a smile; how he had noticed the way you rubbed your hands over your arms made you flush a bit and even more so when he places the haori over your shoulders

it was warm with a soft scent you couldn't recognize on it but it wasn't necessarily unwelcome. a smile stretches onto your face before you look up at him; "aren't I supposed to be treating YOU? you must be hard to date, tanjirou." you tease, wrapping the haori over yourself a bit more as you nudge his arm

"ah, i couldn't let you spoil me like that, that would be selfish of me. i'm just as happy seeing you comfortable." he says with what you were learning was a signature smile

at that, you stop walking as a small laugh bubbles out of you which in turn makes tanjirou stop, a confused smile on his face as he looks at you; "what's so funny? did i say something?" he says as you start to step toward him

"nothing. you're just unreal, tanjirou. just perfect." you say, biting your lip to hide the growing smile on your face when you see a slight red on his cheeks now

of course, he immediately turns away and offers to walk you home, making up the excuse that he had somewhere to be the next morning; "not that i don't want to hang out, but it's pretty late! i don't think we should be out for much longer." tanjirou says when you tease him about wanting to get rid of you

once at your door, tanjirou bids you a good night but doesn't ask for his haori or move away: just stands there and looks around as you shift on your feet

"is the haori keeping you warm? it always helps me." "yes, thank you."

silence again until tanjirou clears his throat, the way red starts crawling up his neck making you tilt your head with a smile on your face

"if you're going to ask for my hand in marriage, tanjirou kamado, the answer is we are teenagers." you say, laughing when tanjirou's face turns a bright red before he starts to ramble about how those weren't his intentions

you finally get him to calm down, hand touching his arm as you squeeze it; tanjirou stands a little bit straigher when you do that, averting his eyes to the ground and mumbling an apology for losing his temper

"i need to go. but come and find me if you pass through here again. i'd be more than happy to treat you again." you say, earning a smile from tanjirou before, all in one motion, you take a step forward and kiss him on the cheek, disappearing into your home

tanjirou stands in shock with his hands hanging uselessly in the air before he realizes: he never got his haori back. he'd have to come back tomorrow. and get it. and see you.

mumbling to himself, he walks away from where you had just left him, cupping his cheek as a gentle smile starts to grow on his face

alerted by the noise and movement (and the fact that it was very late at night), nezuko pokes her head out of her box and looks to her brother who perks up at his sister's presence

"sorry about all the noise! we'll go somewhere quieter soon." tanjirou says, smiling at his sister before he stops to let her leave the box

she looks towards the spot where she had felt the presence of another person before looking at tanjirou, pointing towards the house; her brother's face flushes a bit as he looks everywhere but at her, waving her off with a nervous smile

"ah, i just...made a friend is all, don't worry about it! we should go now!" tanjirou says with a smile on his face as he takes nezuko's hand and starts to lead her away, already planning the next day with you; and totally only to get his haori back

（<｀▽´）―━━☆⌒*. bang, bang, thats the end!

so can you guess who my favorite demon slayer character is other than rengoku and mitsuri

in all seriousness, i love this show so far, such a good story and super cute characters (except for muzan, i hate that guy but i want him so bad) but i have yet to read the manga so bear with me here!

but for now, thanks for reading and to anyone who is starting spring break soon, have a safe and fun week of break, you deserve it! :D and to everyone else, good morning, good afternoon, or good night! <33

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demonslayer #kimetsunoyaiba #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #tanjirou x reader #tanjirou kamado x reader #demon slayer tanjirou #kimetsu no yaiba tanjirou #demon slayer tanjirou x reader

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perenial · 2 years

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you're one of the few i trust in the it fandom so. can you give some of your fav reddie fic recs pretty please??

okay. so,

this wouldn't be a gene perenial neé eurythmix rec list if i didn't hype up my main bitch cait @hyruling and a few of her stunning fics:

footprints in the snow | rated: e, wc: 62k

Eddie meets comedian and rising star Richie Tozier at a comedy club, and his life is promptly turned upside down. His Twitter followers jump from 80 to 80,000 overnight, he's being photographed in the subway, and the dreams that have plagued him his entire life are becoming increasingly specific and haunting. Richie feels strangely like the home he's long forgotten, and falling into friendship with him is the easiest thing he's ever done. But the closer they get, the clearer it becomes that Richie is hiding something.

we've been here before | rated: e, wc: 71k

Richie starts seeing Eddie everywhere after Derry. He's obviously hallucinating, until he isn't.

call my bluff, call you babe | rated: e, wc: 29k

"Why can’t I ask Bill?”

“Because— he’s basically a celebrity too. That’s just. It’s already weird enough to people that you two even know each other, pretending to be romantically involved is just opening up a whole can of worms. I’m outside.”

“‘Romantically involved’, when did you start writing for The Sun, Eds,” Richie teases with a chuckle, just as Eddie reaches the final turn down Richie’s hallway. “That doesn’t really… I mean, people know we were friends when we were kids, so—”

“Just pretend to be my date,” Eddie says, and—

And nearly throws his phone into the fucking wall.

it also wouldn't be a rec list by me if i didn't talk about the incomparable mars @playedwright who totally changed the game with this little number:

let me name the stars for you | rated: m, wc: 58k

“So. To summarize. I’m stranded on Mars, entirely alone. I have absolutely no way to communicate with my crew or with earth, since our communications antennae turned me into a human shish-kabob. If the oxygenator becomes compromised, I’ll suffocate. If the water reclaimer stops working, I’ll dehydrate. Breach in the Hab means I’ll go poof. And if, for some god-forsaken reason none of those things kill me first, I’m gonna run out of food and starve to death. Oh, and we can’t forget that everyone I know thinks I’m dead. So… yup. Totally fucked.”

On Sol 6, an unexpected windstorm cuts the Ares III Mission short and six astronauts retreat back to Earth.

On Sol 7, the astronaut they left behind wakes up gasping for air.

(Or, The Martian au)

[part one of a series that will genuinely change ur life]

i was going to list all my other fave mars fics but im gonna be honest they all blow my dick clean off so just. read everything they’ve written, capiche?

misc fics that make me feel like wailing and screaming and crying etc etc:

in the heat of the summer (you’re so different from the rest) | rated: e, wc: 109k

There’s a heatwave in L.A., the first time Richie sees Eddie naked.

One very hot year in the life of two idiots in love, working shit out.

[gene notes: so like. @skinks is an icon and i’ve yet to read anything, fic or original work, that captures atmosphere as well as joe does with this absolute behemoth. and i can GUARANTEE u’ll never read a hornier piece of writing. what a legend]

the more light series | rated: t, combined wc: 34k

When Mike calls from Derry, Patty answers the phone instead.

[gene notes: @theparadigmshifts my bestie @theparadigmshifts!! be sure to read their other IT fics too, there’s some fab hanbrough & stanpat in there]

trashmouth for sale, gently used | rated: e, wc: 19k

“Richie is an award winning comedian and voice actor, originally from Derry, Maine. He’s a six-foot-two Pisces, and in case dinner goes very badly- CPR certified,” the auctioneer recites joylessly, while Richie is in stitches at her side. “Richie enjoys long walks on the beach, 1-800 number jingles, and debating the civil rights of robots. You can select any venue in New York for your dinner, but Richie says he especially enjoys Thai food and frozen custard and describes himself as a bottomless pit-”

Richie taps the auctioneer's shoulder and leans into the mic. “That’s a typo. That should say just ‘bottom’.”

While Richie gets roped into a bachelor auction, Eddie struggles with his own worth.

[gene notes: holy shit i just found out this is the same @stitchyblogs who wrote a bunch of ofmd fics i love?? and they have more IT stuff i haven’t read??? AND their art is spectacular????]

the stupid deep series | rated: e, combined wc: 66k

Richie has a big dick, and Eddie is into it.

[gene notes: this anon writes p/orn like no one else and their characterisation is spot on to boot, what more could u want]

broken record | rated: e, wc: 55k

The house on Neibolt was standing again.

Bill was talking about going in alone. How?

“So does somebody want to say something?” Eddie asked, still breathing, still fucking breathing and alive and not dripping his Goddamn organs out of his chest.

“Richie said it the b-best when we were here last,” Bill said.

“Holy fuck.”

[gene notes: THEEEE time loop fic of all time. OF ALL TIME. i genuinely cannot overstate how good this fic is – it takes a relatively simple premise and goes places that make u want to start eating drywall. @spunknbite is a genius and i’ll be thinking abt this fic for the rest of my life probably]

[bonus spunknbite fic that has nothing to do with broken record but was a gift to me (!!) and i’ll never shut up abt it]

five things to do in derry when you’re dead | rated: t, wc: 3k

When he opens his eyes, there’s darkness out the window and a hand hovering over his chest.

“You know,” Eddie mutters, squinting up at it. “You could at least buy me dinner first.”

The answer he gets is an odd, choked noise. It’s halfway between a laugh and a sob.

Something dies. Something grows. The universe tries to keep itself balanced.

[gene notes: no joke, this is the fic that got me into the fandom]

the quickest way to a man’s heart series | rated: t & e, combined wc: 16k

"Are you... allowed to do that?"

The guy's forehead turns into a mess of wrinkles as he raises his eyebrows and gives a little bark of a laugh. Richie recognizes him just as the guy says "Dude, it's my fucking restaurant."

[gene notes: CHEF EDDIE CHEF EDDIE CHEF EDDIE CHEF EDDIE]

slow down, you crazy child | rated: t, wc: 20k

Richie looks down at his own body and like the bed and the bedroom before it, he doesn’t recognize what he sees.

A broken sound escapes his lips and he slaps his hand to his mouth. Then he pulls his hand away, looks at it again, and slaps it back in place before his mouth gets any smart ideas.

“What the fuck,” he says against his not-hand.

(A 13 Going on 30 AU, sort of.)

[gene notes: have i mentioned how much i love time travel stories recently. bc it’s A Lot]

now what i’m gonna say may sound indelicate | rated: e, wc: 374k

Eddie Kaspbrak has lived his whole life being told that he's delicate, and he's not. And nearly bleeding out in an alien fear demon's lair has helped him realize that--as well as what he can live through. It puts his priorities in some perspective.

What he is, is injured. And married. To like, a woman. And gay. And stupidly, stupidly in love with Richie Tozier, after all these years. And he'd like to use his new lease on life to act on many of these things, if only Richie would cooperate.

[gene notes: okay so this one is a wip and i haven’t even finished reading what’s been posted (see: 374k word count) but i HAD to rec it bc it’s one of the best post-chap 2 fics i’ve read – the characterisation is stellar, the story is painfully real, and the writing is just?? so good??? man i’ve gotta read this author’s other stuff im in love]

there are SO many other fics out there that im sure i’ve forgotten (+ i haven’t been actively looking for reddie stuff since like.....mid 2020) so this isn’t the most comprehensive rec list out there but!! these are the ones that have rly stood out to me over the years and i hope u find something in this mess u’ll enjoy 💕

#replies.txt #Anonymous #reddie #it stephen king #anon im ngl ur making me want to go back and edit/finish my reddie big bang #the one that i uh. kind of abandoned #if anyone out there actually enjoyed strange waters lmk if u want it revived i think i have a defib somewhere

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imagines-babes · 2 years

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Can’t pretend (sapnap)

Hello everyone, this one is for sapnap and it's based on a movie called Inception. It's a good movie with some familiar faces. Anyway, the movie is about being in a man having some problems with his home. One man could help him go back home if he goes into a person's dream. Honestly im not good at explaining but that's the main point somewhat. The song I used is 'Can't pretend' by Tom Odell. It's a good song. This is she / her reader and the word count is 2527 Also have any requests let me know thanks for the votes for the last one I did.

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One day after the accident.

"I want you to go first okay I will be right behind you okay," the dream was changing as the person started to wake up. I tried to abject but y/n wasn't having it. " it is an order Sapnap. You go and I will be behind you. Now Go!" I started to run to the door waking up from the dream and taking in a deep breath as I look at the others. "Where y/n?" Wilbur asked as I look to the side to her, "she told me to leave but she said she's coming." We waited the second slowly turned to minutes. We knew what this meant. Wilbur left that room as I stay still holding her hand. "She's not coming back"

8 months later

"All we have to do is follow the 5 rules." The leader turned to face us. "1. Blend in. 2. Don't forget who you are. 3. Use something to know what reality you are in 4. Don't go too deep into a dream there will be consequences. 5. Be careful cause If you die in a dream and go deeper into another dream chances are you die in the real world" These Were all the 5 rules we knew since being in someone's dream. This time we wanted to wake up a personal friend of ours. Yn. She was like us. Till there was an accident she went too deep into a dream. It was a team mission in someone else dream something went wrong she said she was behind me so I could wake up first but. That was a lie.

We all went to a building where her body was. The people we were taking were Wilbur, Alex, Karl, Clay, George, and myself. Everyone had a role Clay is our Exactor. Wilbur is our team point man. When Clay needs a background check or to keep us in check with the task we are doing. George and I are our architects. Designing a Maze in the Dream. Alex is our Forger. He can change his physical form. Karl is our Chemist. Creating the drugs we need to fall to sleep. Y/n was our Forger and our Topman. Since the incident Clay took their spot. Everyone got one more hearing of the plan. Then it came to action. Everyone sat on a chair while Karl set it up.

Putting a needle inside every one of us than bringing y/n body over. We were ready Karl pressed his machine. Under the gas, once more breathe till slowly everyone fell asleep.

We were in a car, everyone dress nice in suits as for Alex he change his appearance to a woman. The scar stopped as we all went out going inside a building. It was a hotel with a casino and dance studio. The words on the Billboard were, "Please join us for tonight's show and poker tournament." walking into the building getting sign-in for our room. Alex and my task were to try to find y/n. This was their dream after all wouldn't be too hard to find. Going into the casino, Alex and I nod split ways. Trying to look around a waitress walked around with a plate of champagne and passed by me grabbing a glass.

Looking over at the slot machine a leg with a heel stood out. Her skin looks smooth with the color of her skin. Slowly walking up to her with the drink in my hand. Her drink was on their side. The dress that was one was a dark red shade. Maroon, I believe it is called. She looked up to notice me coming up to smile at her. "Sapnap?" All I did was nod as she came up to me holding me close. "I thought you weren't gonna show up here. Is it only you or are the others here." She pulled back with a smile, "oh the others are here upstairs honestly wanna come to say hi?" She nods, "lead the way"

This was one of y/n side's life. Her being here with the lights, drinks, and gambling. It was Her and Alex going to the spot after any mission. Or at least tried to. After y/n hasn't returned, Alex never steps into a casino. To him, it felt weird like missing a piece.

Opening the door to the room, the rest of the boys notice y/n. All in a rush jumped in to hug them. "Wow can't believe you missed me that much you boys were just here last week or so." She questions as we all laughed. "Well, what can you say a lot of things can happen in a week including missing our top man," Wilbur replied. She just nods without a question. Karl came up behind her injecting something in her neck. She slides down to the floor. "We have to hurry that won't keep her asleep for long." Everyone grabs a chair putting another needle in their arm. "I will be staying to keep a check in here being here for too long the people in her dream will start to notice so hurry." Karl glanced up turning on the gas once more. Before going out Karl went to my side of me. "Bring her back alright." All I nods was nod closing my eyes once more.

This time we were in a different area. It was familiar to us once more. It was a memory to her. On the side of a house, walking in to see the party banner and flags were in. She jumps up from a counter. "Suprise boys," she blew into a horn. We all looked at each other. "Y/n wants all this?" Clay has questions about looking at the balloons. She moved away from the counter giving us hats. "Since we are always busy with work or finding information for a job or training. With today being our day off. I decide to plan a birthday party for all of us today.," she looked around, "uh is karl coming? He usually helps me?" I shook my head as she just shrugs. "I hope he is here soon. Well, boys let's get the party started." she press the speaker to play a song. The song was giving us nostalgia, Stargazing, they would always play it after every mission. At first, it was annoying, but slowly we all got used to this song. My heart broke a little. "Do it," I heard a whisper from George and Clay. George started to walk up to her embracing a hug. It was a long hug. Y/n felt a needle pull away from George. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" She pulled a gun and faced us. None of us spoke. "One of you answer me or I will pull the trigger." None of us believe her till she pulls it only to face the roof. "Y/n this is a dream we have to get you back." Wilbur started to walk closer she face him. "You can't take her out of there." This y/n was crying, "she gave up on you guys. She waited every day and told me that she will come but none of you did. She's dying " Her hands started to shake. "If you go further-," she choked, "if you go into another dream there will be consequences." I started to walk up slowly, "please just let us. We accept any consequences we just need her back." This y/n shook her head. "She doesn't want to go back Sapnap she doesn't any of you. she accepts that none of you came. Y/n told me to do anything for you to not drug me." Pulling the trigger at me. With a tear coming from her right eye. It started to turn into chaos. Feeling Clay bring me to behind the counter. "I don't want to but I'm her you can't take her." The blood makes it through my clothes.

Karl was checking vitals till something red caught his eye. Going closer to the body. Touching the red moving it around his fingertips. "Blood"

Clay started to wrap my stomach as we continue to hear the sobs and shots. He started to give a plan to Alex, Wilbur, and George. Acting as if they surrender will I laid on the floor. "You are staying in this dream. You aren't coming along Sapnap. You've had enough." The words were like bullets but I wasn't going to stand down. "I am going to get y/n back either it kills me or she kills me. I need to Clay. I need to." Saying it is more demanding for him to hear. Hearing the thud on the floor with Alex on top. Y/n body faced down on the floor with the needle in her neck once more. "Now we don't have much time." The one that was staying this time was Wilbur, he volunteer himself to stay. Cleaning my wound l. I walk to a chair. "I know we never see eye to eye after y/n been trapped here but she's like a sister please get her back." Wilbur is never the one to plead. This Wilbur was broken without y/n. All I did was nod. Falling into a sleep.

Walking up to the final Dream. I tried to stand as Alex walked over to me for help. I sigh leaning some wait on him. We walk through the building in her mind. All of them were from her past with us. Walking into the center. We notice our building. Slowly walk in. I started to couch as they watched me. "I'm fine we don't have a lot of time."

The deeper I got I started to lose myself a little. Walking slower. Taking in my breaths. My eyes were droopy. I was slowly dying. I'm not giving up till I see her.

Walking into the top floor there she sat. She watches her watch on the phone. Putting down the drink she had in a glass. Standing up slowly she took in a breath turning to face us. "Well, I'm guessing you are here for me?" She questions while Clay nods. "Yeah, we are here to bring you back to the real world." There is a laugh escaping y/n mouth. We didn't know why a laugh maybe a thank you and a hug but not a laugh. "So it took you 8 months give or take to come and rescue a friend," the silence filled the air but outside of the building the winds started to change, "but if it was anyone else you all would've done it in days or weeks. Not months." She pulled a gun out of her hand and pointed it at the window. We question where it appears, "Crazy how it appears in just a thought, right." Pulling the gun to hear a shot. The glass shatter as the wind speeds increase.

Wilbur started to notice the bleeding getting worse from sapnap. As for karl, he tried to hold the wound and check the pulse on his arm. It started to go slower.

"Now leave and I won't tell you again." she held the gun as she face us. "But if you don't go with us you are dead." I walked up a little with a limp. She looked at me and then at my hand. "What's wrong with you?" Clay answered, "your past dream. That version in shot him if we didn't leave." Y/n face fell a little. "You should've listened to them or the rules at least the longer you are in here. There is a small chance you won't make it back alive" "y/n please just come with us. We miss you. I miss you" Her eye started to leave a tear. "Leave. all of you. I'm not gonna ask you again" We were giving up. They went to the window. As I stood in front of her. The three turn to me, "Sapnap what are you doing let's go" I turned to back to George. "If she not going neither am i" "Sapnap let's go she's not coming" Clay started to walk up to me. "No im not. I'm not gonna take orders from anyone this is how we got to this situation anyways," The rest just nods as they jump off the window first Alex. He looked at both of us once more. Y/n was breaking I saw it slowly. Next was George, he saw y/n as a sister but this y/n he didn't know who it was. Last was Clay, he was worried about what was gonna happen to us. With just a nod he jumped.

Waking up to see Wilbur pacing. "What are you three doing here? Where y/n and sapnap?" No words were passed just looks to y/n and Sapnap bodies.

"Why didn't you go you know your dying?" y/n turned to look back at the window. "I can't leave without the person who made me appreciate life." she froze placing the gun on the table. "You are talking childish you know," looking over at her, "I'm not the old y/n any more sap. I waited but the person I needed wasn't here to help me. Help me get out of this dream." The blood on my shorts started to spread more going over to a chair. "You didn't think I tried to tell them y/n. I would ask every day when we are gonna take you out of this dream. But I listen to the orders of clay.." Taking in a breath as I close my eyes slowly. "Sapnap-," y/n went over to my side trying to wake me up, "You need to go olay and forget about me. You are dying in here." I gave a small laugh as I cough. "You and I both know even if I do there is a chance I won't make it. This job takes risks but you are here with me I would take any risk for you." She held me as my arm was put around her shoulder. "Why did you have to be so stubborn Sapnap?" She mumbles as I looked over at her. "I love you y/n"

Karl was the first to wake up. Started to look at his time on the watch. Standing in front of sapnap to check his pulse. Shortly after hearing a gasp looking over at Clay. Then George. Then Alex. To Wilbur. Finally to y/n. She looked over at us all. Then to her side to see he was there. She started to pull the needles. " we have to get sapnap to a hospital now.!" Getting up from her chair. The rest stayed in their chair not moving. "What are you about guys doing let's go!" Karl stood from his chair he just hug her. She look over to sapnap as he didn't wake up but the wound got to him. All in her head replay were the last words he said.

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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haapy thursday...

law and order AND criminal mind spoilers under the cut! (criminal mind at the very end and very easy to skip over)

Thank god for these recaps because I forget ninety percent of what happens on OC because I just do not care lololoolol.

Where do I know this motherfucker from? (duran) (ouat… that’s where)

Uuggggghhh we’re gonna have to deal with MORE UC Elliot?! Fuck this

LOOL she’s a CI, fucking new there was something off about her. Like yeah, she’s still a criminal but cooperating lol.

I feel like this approach to getting in is literally the worst. Why would this fuck ever trust anyone who just randomly walks up to him in a bar with a duffle of money?! Like that’s CLEARLY a fucking cop. I know there’s the pretense of “killing kevin” shit but still… I would not believe

Uggh Elliot shut the fuck up, stop taking this out on Jamie….

I don’t trust this other boss dude, not one bit… I feel like literally everyone on this show is out to get Ayanna and fuck up her life like… can she just be left in peace for ONCE pls.

And immediately after I say that Elliot goes behind her back and groups up the squad into a secret operation without her permission or even opinion on it. Like, he really doesn’t understand that she OUTRANKS him right?! Like could you IMAGINE if Velasco or muncy pulled that crap on olivia?! They’d be out of a job. Like… even with Duarte, who is *not* part of her squad, but a level below as a lieutenant, she got all attitudey “the next word out of your mouth better be followed by a ‘captain’.” Like…cmon… I get that this is meloni’s show, but like, have some fucking respect for your boss??

Whyd they make sure a big deal out of this girl and the police reveal on elliots behalf if SHE’S ALREADY A CI?? SHES ALREADY WORKING WITH THE COPS!??

LOOOOLLL the look on bell’s face when Jamie took her coffee. PLEASE. M’am’s about to smack a bitch

Kay. So… you’re telling me you’re looking for duran… and you HAVENT checked with the daughter’s house?? (or is this all a rouse?)

Is she *not* a CI? I’m so fucking confused.

Jfc the disgust face I made when she kissed him, fuck this

Yeah man, im with Jamie on this….

Okay, update from last week now that imdb is updated… elliot’s therapist IS the same actor as fin’s rope/tide guy. Fucking KNEW IT.

Mothership time..

Oooo! LOVING the blue on kate!!

Callback to the SHOES! YES! Something that Chicago pd taught me was to look for the shoes cause they can’t dump them or change them like they can a coat/hoodie. I knew he had red ones!

He’s an upper east side prep school kid and the judge REALLY went for a mere $2mill?? Jfc

Is sam going to actually get to do this one on her own for once?? Pls…

Aawweeee sam my beeebeeeee…. Let me HUG YOU PLS. im thankful for more insight into her background now

Jfc… nolan’s “excuse me?” when sam brings up the rich white kid comment? Go fuck yourself. BLESS mccoy for stepping in and defending her and agreeing, give her some damn respect fuck.

Vic had THIS many *severe* injuries and the perp only has a broken wrist/hand whatever, and we’re seriously claiming self defence? That’s going WAY overboard bestie

Okay I called being under the influence as a defence plea at the beginning… but god what a fucking dick move just because you know you’ve lost the self defence plea. Ugh.

Okay…they bought dabs at like, 11pm? And the murder happened at like what 6am? Like obvi he could’ve been smoking all night as he wandered around and threw rocks but still.. this is fuckign bull

They’re saying he LEGALLY ingested it, yet he’s 18 & the legal age is 21, so there’s THAT and then there’s the fact that his FRIEND was the one who bought it with his weed card, NOT him.

NOLAN WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK YOU PIECE OF SHIT. YOU JUST WANT TO THROW SAM UNDER THE BUS CAUSE YOU DON’T WANT TO TAKE THE FALL FUCK YOU.

I was LITERALLY about to say “why is every week of this show the old white lawyer and cop being fucking stupid and the poc characters having to be all ‘smarten up bruh’,” and THEN THAT HAPPENED. Fuck.

At least mccoy has her back.

Okay back to raging about Nolan… like.. this just makes it look like a personal vendetta. Change it out to the female poc lawyer leading the case, the one who you know is already having an emotional week and taking the case a little bit too hard. So if she gets emotional in the courtroom or whatever it’s because “she’s a woman” if she crosses a line its because she’s biased to the poc vic. Like FUCK this. Sam gets treated like shit and tossed into the ditch every goddamn week of this show I s2g, she deserves better.

Still mad at Nolan but overall that ep was WAY more entertaining and interesting than any other one ive seen. Doesn’t hurt that it was a very sam focussed one…

Time for SVU

Velasco coming in clutch with the cozy coat collection yet again

Bx9 has literally been around for YEARS, like we’ve seen them in so many previous seasons, and liv has been in svu the entire time, she’s worked bx9 cases before, how tf would she have not known/realized this shit earlier?

Fin getting stuck doing literal managerial work and absolutely hating it is peak comedy

Muncy going after Duarte… mood

We’re…really letting muncy out there on her own… this seems like bad news…

God this is fucking heartbreaking…

Still not sure if I trust or like Duarte…

I get this guys in the hospital but why is he not cuffed to the bed.. like..bruh is gonna RUN otherwise.

All of this “let them get settled” “tell her to come in tomorrow” “give them some peace” GURL PLS WE ALL KNOW THAT THEY’LL BE DEAD BY THEN…

THAT’S Oscar papa…. He’s a fucking twink…

Literally anyone could’ve seen that shanking coming… cmon… that’s been the theme tonight. Way too obvious foreshadowing..

Okay… so after all of that… it wasn’t actually Oscar papa?

Oh, okay, so they let this perp get dressed?? Lolololol

Im sorry… on what grounds do they have to arrest him? This is just based off what the other guy said? See… if we were going to do a three ep arc of this shit, and there’s still one left, could we not have wrapped up with some personal shit, the team out for drinks? Sonny going home to the girls?? Olivia maybe popping in to see how noah’s doing?? And then leave the arresting Oscar to the beginning of next week?

to briefly touch on criminal minds as well because i yelled out loud and scared my roomate lololol.

last week was SO fucking good, like they fed us so well and then this week wtf was that!? the bomb going off, we knew from the promo jj would be relatively ok, but not luke. i KNOW their team is small so having one of them in the hospital would throw things off but like, at least one of them could be a little bloodied up, a little consequences once in a while would be nice and not just a jump scare (i cant think of the proper saying but you get my drift)

i never really shipped garcia & luke, so i'm not super mad about the tyler thing. do think its weird for garcia to be so hot and cold, like she refused to be in the same room as him and now she's (secretly) helping him out and giving him a place to stay and all that? i get that now he's out free cause he wasn't an unsub, and there's that sympathy over the dead sister and her being able to relate to it over her parents but it still seems super off. (and yes, i do think that it was incredibly dumb and irresponsible of the entire fbi team to be all "yeah, your sister's dead, sorry, BAI!" like, they shouldve asked if he had somewhere to go, a friend to talk to, anything...)

what I AM *very* mad about is rebecca & tara. we're introduced in the first ep to rebecca, and finally have some queer representation on the show (and played by a queer actor too!--presumably?? i dont know if its ever been legitimately confirmed?) for us to BARELY see them together, NEVER see them at home together (no matter how briefly they lived together). just to break them up?? like, don't get me wrong, i can see why what happened would cause a fight in their relationship, but even tara could go in and explain that at the time of the original case, she wouldve believed it too, that they had more evidence now and rebecca isn't at fault or some shit like that... why do we always have to kill our gays!? it's getting fucking old and im not here for it.

rest of the ep was meh? did love they got the jet back though. hoping next week is better.

#law and order spoilers #criminal minds spoilers #spoilers #law and order svu #svu #law and order #law and order oc #law and order organized crime #criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #criminal minds evolution spoilers

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raisinchallah · 2 years

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u know its just so damn weird and sad that lifes so oriented around romantic relationships idk terrifying thinking about getting old and idk just how weird old single women are often just kinda left behind and how lonely my mom sometimes is cuz of that and idk that people just sorta forget about u after a while im like idk just kinda distressed like that idk i dont think im capable of that kind of feeling of falling in love and that a specific type of desireability to others like if nobody cares about u like that the way everyone begins to orient their lives as they get older theres really no space for you in many ways its scary how hard it is to make friends already and it will just get harder and harder as i get older i feel like i could simply disappear one day... probably also not good that the only way ive found to have people wanna hang out with me irl is to go on dating apps and talk to people so like getting rejected or ignored over and over cuz ill never be what someone wants to is into and that i dont really think i wanna be that anyways like friendship predicated on going thru these dum crazy hoops anyways awful in every way and it never works out but i hope it would make me less lonely but it makes u more ignorable i think idk and like all my coworkers they seem to have nobody really outside of a significant other its all very weird and idk how people talk about and deal with strange older women i know that will be me and whos gonna be there for me

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quite a sight (peter parker x reader) [smut]

summary: set in the tasm universe. Peter gets his girlfriend y/n to help on a mission where she needs to infiltrate an Oscorp high-level executive party. her task? to seduce dr connors and peter has to watch the whole time. he had never seen her in action like that, dressed up to the absolute nines, but it is definitely a sight he cannot stop thinking about afterwards…

warnings: nasty, nasty filthy smut. we get both sub! and dom! peter hehe.

a/n: I KNOW this isn’t harry potter related but like everyone else, i have been made andrew garfield’s bitch after no way home. im sorry?

Y/N laid down comfortably on her bed, one hand balancing the laptop propped up against her knee as her other held onto the metal straw she was chugging water through.

Hearing a muffled knock against her window, she tore her eyes from the movie she was watching to see Peter, or should she say Spider-Man, crawled up against it.

She smiled widely, setting her computer and glass of water on her nightstand before getting up from her bed to let him in.

“Baby,” She murmured excitedly as he crawled into her room, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her body into his. “Hi,” She smiled before resting her arms on his shoulders, yanking off his mask to plant a kiss upon his lips.

“You should see the other guy.” Peter said in response to Y/N’s look of concern once she pulled back and realized how bad the wounds on his face were.

Y/N frowned. “What happened tonight? Hold on, let me go get my things, then you’ll tell me—“

Peter locked his arm around her preventing her from pulling away, burying his face into the crook of her neck. “Mhmm, baby don’t leave. I’m very comfortable here actually.”

“Jeez, I forget how strong you are sometimes.” She rolled her eyes, allowing herself to melt into his embrace. Y/N smiled at the ceiling as she reached up to caress the soft locks of brown hair on his head soothingly. “You won’t be so comfy if you let that gash sit and leave a huge scar in the middle of your face.”

He let go of her begrudgingly, eyes following her to the bathroom and calling out, “Harry Potter has a scar on his face and he’s cool!”, behind her.

He hears her rummaging through her things in the bathroom and takes a seat on her bed, spotting her computer and the bag of chips that was half empty.

“Baby, you told me you were gonna be working tonight.” He chuckled, picking up the bag and popping a few chips into his mouth.

“I am working.” Y/N said, walking back into the room with a bin of medical supplies.

Peter raised his eyebrows at her, smirking slightly. “Little Women?” He said, tilting his head at her computer screen.

“It’s research!” Y/N giggled. “Not schoolwork, writing work.”

“You’re writing historical fiction?” He mused, following Y/N’s hand gestures and backing up against the headboard of her bed.

“Attempting to, anyway.” She said, setting the bin down, and laying out what she needed beside Peter.

She placed her hands on her hips, scrutinizing the various cuts and bruises on Peter’s face and pondering which one to begin with.

“You’re pretty.” Peter watched her, smiling his signature cheesy wide smile.

“Shut up.” Y/N scrunched her nose, eyes falling to the floor. She was in head to toe baggy clothes, wearing a pair of huge grey sweatpants that were Peter’s and didn’t fit at the waist, a worn out sweater that said ‘NYU School of Medicine’ on it, and her hair was in a day-old bun that barely held its shape. “You’re just saying that cause I’m tending to your wounds.”

“No, I’m not!” Peter laughed, swinging his torso forward to grab behind Y/N’s thighs and scoop her up to place her on top of his lap.

“Peter!” She yelped in surprise, bursting out in laughter. “Get your - bloody - ass- face,” she said between gasps, “off my shirt.”

She settled herself in a comfortable position on top of him, her sweatpants-clad legs straddling him. He sat still as she began stitching up his cuts, not daring to move, not in fear that she would mess up, but because he knew these were always great practice for her since she was learning to be a doctor.

When she moved onto the upper half of his face, he began talking about what had happened during his night.

He was just finishing his neighbourhood roundup when he noticed how the top floor light was open in the Oscorp building. Having once gotten very familiar with the tower during high school, he swung to the top and saw that someone was in the restricted lab through the window.

Dr. Curtis Connors had a brother, Derek Connors, who took over once Curtis was sent to prison.

“I saw what he was working on, and it looked exactly like Connors’, I mean Curtis, the older Connors— you know, cause they’re both Connors since they’re bothers— anyway, I think he’s recreating the Lizard serum.”

“What, are you sure?” Y/N said, taken aback, lifting the needle with her as she leaned up to be able to look at Peter’s entire face. He winced slightly, letting out an “Ouch!”, as Y/N apologized, rubbing the area soothingly and resuming her stitches.

“Yeah, well I couldn’t believe it when I was looking from outside so I broke in! It’s exactly the same experiment, and I think he’s managed to remake it perfectly, but I couldn’t get the one vial he made because he caught me. And he definitely already put some of it inside himself, because I fought him, and he definitely wasn’t… human.”

“But he looked human.”

“Yeah. Maybe he’s tweaked the serum and managed to maintain human form, but with all the power and strength as the original one.”

“Well, shit.” Y/N pursed her lip, sitting back as she finished cleaning up his face. “What do we do now? Calling the police’s no use, he’ll definitely cover it up really well…”

“Yeah, I don’t know.” Peter sighed, flopping back down upon the bed, his hands coming up to cup his face.

“I know that… I tell you all the time…” Y/N trailed her fingers along the blue parts of his suit that covered his lateral upper body. “But this suit looks really good on you.”

Peter sat up.

“You sure? I feel like I’ve never heard you say that.” He said, looking up at Y/N with his pupils dilating by the second. “Really good, you said?”

Y/N sucked in her cheek, nodding. “Really.” She said softly.

Peter hummed, grabbing at the material of her (his) sweatpants and pulling her hips up to his, greedy hands running up and down her butt and the small of her back underneath her sweater. He tilted his head, capturing Y/N’s lips in a bruising kiss.

He let out a light moan as Y/N ran her hands across his chest, feeling out how it stretched along the width between his two shoulders, before tugging the zipper in the back down. She rolled her hips, feeling him straining underneath her against his skintight suit.

“Peter!” Y/N gasped.

Her hand met blood as she discovered a gash that went across his whole chest.

Peter grimaced. “Yeah… We really need to get that serum back.” He said, before placing his hand on the back of Y/N’s neck, his thumb stroking her cheek gently as he tried to lean forward, his eyes glued to her lips.

“Eaasy now, Spidey. You’re gonna bleed all over my bed.” Y/N said, shaking him off in spite of his protests and getting materials again.

Peter stared at her intently as she bandaged him up, admiring the sheer focus that took over her entire face. From time to time, Y/N’s eyes would dart to his and she would blush from being under his gaze.

“Thank you so much, darling.” Peter said once she finished, picking up all the bandage wrappers in one hand and tossing them perfectly into the trash bin. “Y’don’t know how much I appreciate you.” He took a piece of hair that had fallen in Y/N’s face in his fingers, carefully tucking it behind her ear.

“It’s my pleasure.”

Finally, he was able to bring her lips to his own again, feeling her sink into him as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth.

Closing his eyes, he felt his other senses over-heightened, Y/N’s sweet smell overwhelmingly clouding his mind.

“God, you smell so good baby.” He whispered between heavy breaths, tilting her head with one of his hands so he can kiss up the side of her neck, planting his lips against her pulse.

In particular, he smelled her arousal, coming from deep between her thighs and now that he had caught it, it consumed him in his entirety.

“I can smell how wet you are.” He said in her ear, “right here.” His hand slipped under her pants and grazed over her soft underwear, patting over the wet patch that he found there.

“Fuck”, Y/N moaned, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she grinded into his hand.

“Baby girl, you are so naughty don’t you think, getting turned on by cleaning up my wounds. You really like my chest that much?”

Y/N was at a loss for words, clinging onto her boyfriend as she spread her legs further, moving desperately against his hand in hopes he’d start moving his fingers instead of just resting them there.

Peter was utterly intoxicated by her, senses swirling and basking in the pure warmth that she was and how she became putty in his touch.

“You can do it sweetheart, use your words.” He said, gazing up at her flushed skin. He trailed his hand across her jaw and grabbed it lightly to lower it. “What do you want?”

“So I figured out how I’m going to steal Connors’ serum.”

“I’m listening…” Y/N answered, bending down to set the timer on the microwave to heat up her lunch.

They were in their university’s noisy cafeteria on one of the shared breaks they had throughout the week. It wasn’t easy for them to see each other at school, with Peter always in the Engineering building and Y/N, the medicine one, but they found themselves lucky enough to have been accepted in the same school and have a few of the same blank spots in their schedules.

Y/N straightened up, backing up from the microwave to join Peter against the wall.

“Okay, so there’s this event thing going on at Oscorp this Friday, I overheard some of the interns complaining they weren’t invited to it this morning. I think it’s some charity thing, which probably means every high-level employee will be there, including Connors. Security has really tightened since a few years ago, so it’s not just a password anymore to get in.” Peter explained in a hushed voice close to Y/N’s ear.

“What do you need to get in now?”

“Connors’ fingerprints…”

Y/N grimaced. “How the fuck are you going to get that?”

Peter scratched the back of his head. “I’m not sure…”

They were interrupted by the ding of the microwave, and Peter rushed to get Y/N’s food and held the container for her as they made their way into the seating area and searched for two empty spots.

“There’s no way I can get the fingerprints myself, Connors knows who I am, but maybe there’s someone I can send to get them.. like a waiter with a napkin or something.”

Y/N nodded, enjoying watching Peter think out loud, his eyes focused behind his glasses.

“We need all 5 fingerprints though… so a handshake would be the easiest way to get…” He continued, as they walked past crowded tables. absent-mindedly pulling out the chair for Y/N before he sat down opposite her, putting down her lunch container in front of her. “Who does he now know… that could go just pretend to meet him and shake his hand…”

Y/N’s eyes widened and the corners of her lips slowly tugged upwards in an excited smile as she stopped dead in her tracks. Peter met his girlfriend’s gaze and seemed to read her mind, shaking his head profusely.

“No.”

“Yes!”

“No, no, no, no, no—“ He said, still shaking his head vigorously.

“Yes, please, you have to let me—“

“No, there’s no way you’re getting involved in this stuff—“

“Oh come on, I’ll just be posing as a guest and—“

“No,” Peter huffed, placing both hands on Y/N’s arms, the container in his hands falling for half a second before Peter realized and scooped it up in mid air. He placed it on the table they were standing beside, before going to wrap his arms around Y/N’s waist and pulling her closer into him. “Darling, it’s not that I don’t think you’re up for it, please, but he is far too dangerous for you to be around. I would never place you in that type of risk and it just- it scares me to absolute death to even think of something happening to you…”

Y/N smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck and gently playing with the small tendrils of chestnut hair at the back of his head. “Pete, I promise, everything will be fine. We’ll wear earpieces, and you could keep lookout on the building beside Oscorp and have eyes on the situation at all times. And I promise, the second things get risky, if things even get risky, I’m running out of there and you’ll swing by to catch me.”

Peter sighed, looking away in thought.

“Oh come on baby, pleease. Please, will you let your girlfriend have her super cool undercover agent spy moment?”

Peter laughed, shaking his head as he nuzzled his nose against Y/N’s. After a long moment of tension and mental back-and-forth, he caved.

“Fine.” He said. “Only cause you were begging so hard to do it.”

Y/N squealed, jumping up and kissing him on the cheek. “So, you’re a fan of begging, huh?” She teased, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

Peter laughed again, shaking his head while slightly blushing. “No, I just meant, ugh, you know what I meant!”

They both laughed as Peter absent-mindedly pulled out the chair for Y/N as they sat down for lunch.

Y/N set down her eyeliner as she saw Peter’s name pop up on the phone screen and swiped right to pick up his call.

“Hi baby, what’s up?”

“Hey love.” Peter’s voice rang through the speaker. “You getting ready?”

“Yeah… I’m almost done.” Y/N said, face an inch away from her bathroom mirror as she finished tracing her eyeliner wing.

“Okay, okay that’s great. How you feelin’?”

“I’m feeling great, how are you feeling?” Y/N chuckled, picking up on the stress in his voice.

“Fine, fine. Um listen, there was a bit of a jam and I don’t think I’ll have time to pick you up, I’m so sorry love. Is there any way you can get a ride to Oscorp?”

“Um…” Y/N hummed, moving on to her other eye. “Yeah, I’ll ask my brother to drive me, he never asks too many questions. Where are you?”

“Traffic jam.” Peter said with a grunt, as he swung across the bridge to land atop a truck.

“Oh my God, are you swinging right now?!”

“Yeah, but don’t worry angel, it’s all good!” He said, phone pressed to his ear as he propelled himself forward onto the top of another truck. “Just spotted a car thief last minute and the police are way too behind.”

“Mhmm okay, be careful.”

“Hey, my love? I need you to be careful tonight.” Peter said, suddenly sounding serious.

Y/N smiled at her phone screen. “You don’t have to worry. You’ll have eyes on me at all times, right?”

“Never leaving my sight.”

“So, I’ll be fine.” Y/N said, taking the cap off the red lipstick she never got the chance to use.

“Okay, I love you.” Peter relaxed. “So, did you find a super fancy red dress?” He said, sitting down on top of the truck. The car thief was just one vehicle ahead of him, he had time.

“Wha- I have a dress, yes, but it’s not red.” Y/N said, sliding through the royal blue silk dress she once bought herself even though she had absolutely no idea when she would ever get the chance to wear something like this. She was very grateful right now however, that she hadn’t returned it.

“Oops, my bad. I feel like every femme fatale like character’s always wearing this extravagant red dress.”

Y/N laughed out loud, shaking her hand even though Peter couldn’t see her. “You’re so cute, Pete. I’m not wearing red, unfortunately, but my lipstick is red!”

“Nice…” Peter licked his lips under his mask involuntarily. “What about the rest though?”

“Hey, now put some trust in your mission partner! You’ll just have to wait and see.”

Peter smiled to himself bashfully. He could tell she was having way too much fun with this.

“Okay darling, I’ve got to catch this guy now.” Peter said as he began to stand up on the moving truck. They were approaching a highway exit. “I’ll text you when I’m at Oscorp, I love you.”

“Don’t swing and text!” Y/N called out as she pinned her hair back in a sleek bun, taking her phone. “I love you too.” She said, before she heard the line hang up.

Taking a step back, she took in her appearance in the mirror. There was little to no way anyone would be able to mistake her as a simple university student.

“Okay.” She gave herself a little nod of approval. “Let’s do this.”

Peter pulled out his phone as he sat down to catch his breath. He had managed to get to Oscorp ahead of his meetup time with Y/N and found a window-cleaning platform on the building next to Oscorp Tower that gave him perfect view of everything happening inside it. If he squinted slightly, with his heightened vision, he was able to see the Oscorp logo on every little champagne flute the waiters were stacking.

Y/N got out her brother’s car, and began walking towards the Oscorp lobby. She was a few buildings away, which gave her perfect time to attach her earpiece. As she did so, she attempted to scan the high-rise buildings around her, trying to find where Peter may have installed himself.

“Hello? Peter? I don’t know if I put this thing right, can you hear me?” She said as her heels clicked against the ground.

Peter turned his head and immediately recognized a young woman walking towards Oscorp as Y/N. His jaw dropped and he ripped his mask off his head.

Y/N looked exquisite. Peter was utterly in love with her at every given time of any single day, but very rarely did he see her dressed up like this. In a blue silk dress that highlighted her physique, with her hair put back to match the elegant silhouette it created. She wasn’t wearing that much makeup, just a tiny line to bring out her eyes but Peter was mesmerized by the deep shade of red that her lips were painted in. He felt his chest warm up, unable to believe that someone so beautiful was his to love.

“Peter?” Y/N tried again, looking up more obviously now to the sky.

“Yeah.” Peter choked into his own earpiece. “I-I’m, uh, I’m here.”

He saw her smile at the sound of his stammering voice coming through into her ear.

“So, how do I look? Even though I’m not in red.”

Peter wasn’t able to take his eyes off of her. “You are… quite a sight, my love. You look so good, baby, I love your hair, and your makeup and… that dress. Fuck.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows slightly in pleasant surprise. Peter’s voice was coming through as slightly huskier than usual in the earpiece, which she wasn’t going to complain about.

“Thank you.” She smiled. “You ready?”

The mission. Right. Peter had almost forgotten why they were here in the first place.

“Ready.” He answered back.

Y/N gave a subtle nod. “I almost forgot,” she said, pulling out a small sparkly brooch. “The camera, so you can see everything I see.”

She tugged on the thin strap of her dress slightly to clip it, Peter pulling his eyes away and forcing himself not to look. It was an innocent sight, but he felt himself get hot from the smallest of actions, and he did not need to have his mind clouded right now.

Y/N turned into the entrance of Oscorp. Peter watch her ever step, trying not to let his mind wander with every look he took at her. He was realizing just how much she was helping him in the secret role of Spider-Man that had taken up most of his life. His heart fluttered slightly at the thought.

“Hey, before you go on!” Peter said.

Y/N slowed her steps down, tilting her head to the side in question as she pretended to let other guests pass her in the line.

“I love you.”

Y/N smiled, eyes fluttering to the ground. “I love you too, Spidey.” She whispered in the faintest of whispers, not even sure if what she said would get picked up by the earpiece.

The security guards let her into the event without batting an eye, and Y/N slowly felt her nerves dissipate as she carefully made her way into the gala.

All eyes were on her now.

“Y/N, leave right this instant.” Peter ordered, hunching over on the tall platform he had spent the last hour on.

“No, I can get it, I’ll just get him to dance and I know how to sneak and steal it—“

“No, no, no, no, no, this is getting too risky, leave—“

“You’re back!” Y/N chimed brightly, cutting Peter off mid-sentence as she put on her best smile as Dr. Derek Connors returned to their table, two martini glasses in hand. “Thank you.”

A groan pierced through Y/N’s earpiece, which she ignored.

The whole operation had gone extremely smoothly. Y/N entered the charity gala without a hitch and within a quarter of an hour, had already attracted Connors’ attention. It caught Peter by pleasant surprise just how smooth Y/N was at playing this character, much more smooth than he’d ever be undercover, as she charmed her way through guests enough for them to like her, but not enough for them to really remember her name.

She made Connors’ acquaintance and they shook hands, successfully getting his five fingerprints onto the lace glove she was wearing. However, she found herself trapped in his presence for another half hour as he insisted on sitting with her and after him talking endlessly about his career, they uncovered the unfortunate fact that not only did they need his prints to enter the lab, but a small key as well.

The key in question, as Connors not-so-smartly revealed to Y/N, was in the breast pocket of the very suit he was wearing right now.

“I don’t like the way he looks at you.” Peter grunted into Y/N’s ear.

She clenched her jaw, barely perceptible, but she knew he could see it.

“Dr Connors,” She said innocently, making doe eyes at him. “Oh, I don’t know if this would be appropriate.”

“Oh, darling, don’t be shy, feel free to tell me anything.” Dr. Connors leaned forward.

Peter rolled his eyes. “Actually, it is inappropriate, you’re more than twice her age, asshole. Plus, why’d he have to say ‘darling’ in such a disgusting tone, oh God, please don’t tell me that’s what I sound like when I call you that?! Because I quite like calling you ‘darling’, I think it’s one of the cutest—“

Y/N cleared her throat to quiet her boyfriend. If she was about to pull off what she was about to do, she couldn’t afford having this much chatter in her ear.

“Would you like to dance?” She asked, pulling off her lace gloves slowly so that his prints wouldn’t get smudged when he’d hold her hands to dance.

Dr. Connors watched her hands, nodding fervently.

“Oh, come on.” Peter groaned.

Y/N merely smiled, pressing her lips together as Dr. Connors took her bare hand and walked her to the dance floor. He snaked a hand around her waist, the material feeling incredibly thin all of a sudden as Y/N felt her shoulders tense.

Peter noticed the muscles in her neck flex.

“Just relax, my love. Close your eyes, pretend it’s me.”

Y/N let out a shaky breath, batting her eyelashes at Connors to make sure he wasn’t catching on as he began to lead them in a tight waltz across the floor. She gave the smallest of nods.

“Just so you know, I’m still mad at you for doing this.” Peter said, although his voice didn’t reflect any anger.

Y/N smiled as she rested her chin on Dr. Connors’ shoulder. She imagined it was Peter’s much stronger, broader one.

“I’d have one of my hands on your waist. And then, I probably wouldn’t be able to help myself and wrap a whole arm around you, just to hold you nice and snug against me.” Peter narrated, his soft voice sounding breathless through Y/N’s ear. “And maybe… I’d let my hand wander slightly down to palm over your ass… just for a second though. This is a classy setting after all.”

Peter saw her let out a small breath through her nose, the beginning of a laugh, and he smiled, happy to know she was calmer.

Y/N raised the hand that was on Connors’ shoulder up to his ear, gently playing with the blond hair that was behind it. She felt his breath quicken against her, and did her best to disguise the disgust on her face. Attempting to distract him and direct his attention to that side of his body, she let go of his hand and wrapped both of her hands around his neck.

Dr. Connors hummed happily and gripped her waist with both of his hands.

“He wishes.” Peter growled, focusing on the man’s hands that were holding onto what wasn’t his.

Y/N took the chance and started sliding both her hands down his chest, one right over the breast pocket. She felt a small bump. The key.

“You’re doing so beautifully, darling.” Peter whispered. “If only he knew everything you could truly do, or what we’ll be doing once I get us home all lone, with you still in that dress.”

Y/N bit her lip, eyes focused on the task at hand. Her left hand dropped to his leg, sliding it up along his pants as she directed his attention away from her right hand, which was slowly pushing the key up along the pocket.

She was too much of a sight to see.

“God, I can’t wait to tug those tiny straps off your shoulders, lift up the hem. Bare those pretty legs that are underneath…”

Peter was breathing hard now, watching her hands gloss over Connors’ suit. He reached down and felt his cock hard, threatening to burst out of his suit.

Y/N’s heart was beating immensely fast, the combination of Peter’s dirty words and sounds mixing in with the adrenaline of stealing the key from right under Dr. Connors’ nose.

A bit more, and a part of the golden key appeared at the top of the pocket, her hand swiping sensually over his chest as she curled her palm around it.

Thankfully, the song ended right then and there, and Y/N broke away from the doctor, not daring to open her sweaty fist clamped around the key.

Her cheeks and neck were flushed red as she said, “Excuse me, I have to go to the ladies’ room”, before breaking out into a fast walk, leaving Dr Connors planted on the dance floor smoothing over his pants with his hands, with a satisfied smirk on his face.

Peter, studying the scene, leapt from his position by the 30th floor, swinging onto Oscorp.

“Babe, get your ass down here.” Y/N muttered through gritted teeth as she walked as fast as she could out of the venue, ignoring the employee who asked her about her checked coat.

“Already on it.” He said.

Y/N’s heartbeat echoed in her ears as she made her way to the lobby, heels clicking against the floor, checking over her ear for people that may have followed her.

She reached the side of the street and looked left and right, before she felt herself get swept up by a familiar touch.

Wrapping her arms and legs around Peter, she let out a long breath, closing her eyes and letting her body relax as Peter held onto her, swinging them across the city back to his house.

Peter slid open his window, letting Y/N into his room before climbing through himself.

“We did it!!!” Y/N yelled, jumping onto Peter. The two jumped up and down in unison in a celebratory hug.

Peter watched and held her as she rambled on, “—the rush! I thought I was having a heart attack, I thought for sure he could hear my heart beating that hard and when I walked out! It’s like no one knew I was carrying this huge, huge secret …”

Y/N’s words trailed off as she looked up at Peter who was looking down at her with yearning eyes. She bit her lip.

Slowly unwrapping her fist, she gave Peter the small golden key.

“Thanks.” Peter said, not looking away as he grabbed it and carelessly tossed it onto his nightstand.

His brown eyes were staring intently, yet softly, at Y/N, and she saw how his pupils had dilated into dark orbs.

“I-Is my makeup smudged?” Y/N asked in a small voice.

Peter smiled, shaking his head. He turned them around so he could take a seat at the edge of his bed.

Y/N had never seen him like this… entranced to this level. The confidence she had gained back at Oscorp was multiplying itself. She was going to have fun.

“So, did you like my look tonight?” She said, giving Peter a small twirl.

Peter let out a shy ‘yes’, blushing and covering his face with his hands, falling back onto the bed with a bashful smile.

Y/N advanced until her knees hit his, then lifted the hem of the dress for her legs to lift up to each side, taking a seat on top of him.

Peter sat back up, feeling her body on top of his. Instinctively, his hands found her hips, playing with the thin material of her dress that was bunched up on each side.

“You were amazing tonight. And you’re so so beautiful… I’m the luckiest in the world.” Peter said as he nuzzled into her neck, placing slow kisses along it.

His hands were about to reach the round, full globes of her ass, before Y/N tutted, grabbing them and sending them back, putting Peter in a lying down position with his arms above his head.

“No touching. Yet.” Y/N leaned down to approach his face to his, taking note of how Peter’s eyes darted to her lips, that were still stained a deep shade of red.

Normally, there would have been instant protest from Peter. He was always more dominant, loving to go and take what he wanted. Y/N absolutely loved it, but tonight he remained silent. Gulping, he nodded his head vigorously as his eyes widened, chest heaving up and down in shallow breaths.

He was putty under her, completely mesmerised.

“You sure had a lot to say earlier, didn’t you?” Y/N murmured, lowering herself to an inch away from his face. “So distracting, I could’ve blown my cover at any moment.”

She lowered her lips onto his, feeling his move hungrily against hers, suckling and pulling them between his. She felt Peter’s hands that were above his head itch forward, and she squeezed his palms in hers, locking them in place.

Lifting her face up from his, she licked the outline of his mouth, that had been beautifully stained red by her.

“I know I probably weigh like a feather to you,” she said, letting go of his hands. “But you’re going to stay still for me, okay baby?”

Peter nodded, gasping at how seductive this confidence Y/N wore was to him. He was rendered quite speechless.

Slowly, Y/N let go of his hands, her own coming down to smooth over his broad chest, his chest that she loved so much, especially clad in the Spider-Man suit. Peter bucked his hips up, hitting against Y/N’s core, and he let out an eager moan.

“Baby… please.” He said with pleading eyes, his big brown doe eyes staring into Y/N.

Y/N pursed her lips together, setting her lower body down on him. She grinded her hips, feeling the outline of Peter’s plump cock rub heavenly against her clit. Y/N placed her hands on his solid abs to stabilize herself as she continued to slowly drag her core up and down him.

“Fuck.” Peter gasped. His arms longed to reach down and touch her, any part of her would do, but he resisted, clenching his fingers into tight fists. The muscles of his arm and forearm flexed deliciously.

Y/N hummed at the sight, lifting herself off and gestured to him to help her take off his suit. It was too tight for Peter to wear underwear underneath, so once freed, his cock bounced up against his stomach, stiff as concrete.

Peter’s eyes followed Y/N closely, eagerness pouring through to see what she was to do next.

She definitely felt her mouth water at the sight of his cock, from the way it blushed red and leaked already, he had been hard for a while. She approached the gash on his chest that she had stitched together a few nights before, kissing alongside it, enjoying watching his pectorals rise and fall with every breath he took.

Dragging her tongue down his slim torso, she reached underneath his navel. Just before she could get to where Peter was throbbing almost painfully for her, she lifted up once more, earning herself a desperate whimper from his throat.

“Aw baby, it’s okay. Be patient. You’ll get what you need.”

She stood up on the bed to turn around, back facing him.

“I can tell how much you liked this dress, just want you to get a good look at it before I took it off.”

Peter licked his lips, looking up and saying in a low voice, “You are quite a fucking sight, my love.”

Y/N once again put a leg on either side of him, and went on all fours, this time facing backwards, giving Peter a full view of her ass. All that was hiding her cheeks was the thin silk blue material.

Peter took a whiff with his advanced sense of smell and felt his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“You’re soaking.” He panted.

“Yeah, wanna see?” Y/N asked, lifting the sides of her dress to reveal the tiniest black thong barely covering her mound, as indeed, some arousal dripped on the side down her inner thigh.

“Jesus- fuck.” Peter winced, the pressure building to an ultimate high.

His cock twitched next to Y/N’s face and before Peter’s head lifted itself high enough for him to bury his face between her legs, it was thrown back again in pleasure once Y/N wrapped her lips around the head, sucking it.

Peter fell apart underneath her, letting out a string of breathy curses as his whole body trembled. Y/N moaned with him in her mouth, taking him deeper and running her tongue along the thick vein on the side of it.

Peter couldn’t take it anymore, it was like putting candy in front of a kid and telling them not to eat it. He lifted his head, tonguing at Y/N’s cunt through her warm panties. Hearing her sweet moan, he continued, peeling her thong back and down her thighs as he ran his tongue through her slick and glistening folds, drinking in every drop of her taste.

“Please, m-more.” Y/N whimpered, lifting herself off his cock.

Peter obliged enthusiastically, seizing handfuls of Y/N’s butt and pulling her down onto his face, drowning himself in her.

Y/N’s dress fell all around his head, but he didn’t give a single shit about feeling muffled. He licked sloppily at her clit, drawing wet circles with his tongue as his entire face was engulfed in her, her wetness dripping and coating his chin and nose. He sighed contently, closing his eyes as he ate her out, his own cock pulsing inside Y/N’s mouth.

Y/N managed to pull herself away from Peter’s hold, turning around. She took a seat on his abdomen, her wetness smearing across the defined muscles. Finally, she slipped the dress over her shoulders and took off her bra and soaked underwear.

Peter smiled at her, eyes clouded with desire.

“Wanna feel you in me.”

“Go on then, baby girl. C’mon, slip me in, easy now.” Peter grunted, hands resting on Y/N’s thighs as he watched her slide a condom on and slowly sink down onto him. “There we go.”

Y/N sighed breathily, clenching then relaxing as her walls accommodated Peter’s length. She began to grind, trying to find that spot inside her that made her lose all control.

“That’s it, pretty girl.” Peter said between pants, watching Y/N shut her eyes. “Ride daddy’s dick, that’s it.” He lifted his hips gently, thrusting himself deeper into her.

Y/N moaned, moving her hips faster on top of him. “Baby, touch me please.” She asked shyly.

“You sure?”

“Yes, please!”

Peter did not need any more confirmation. Sitting up straight, he wrapped a strong arm around Y/N’s back to pull her to him. He could not think of a more exquisite sight in front of him, stuffing his face between her bare breasts, before taking one in his mouth, suckling on the nipple. He used his free hand to rub against the other.

“Fuck,” Y/N let out a strangled cry, dropping her head to rest it on Peter’s shoulder as the two moved their hips in a synchronized rhythm, their bodies melting into one another’s.

“You like how my cock feels, don’t you angel?” Peter whispered, biting the lobe of her ear as his hand reached up to caress her hair. “Hmm? Look at me baby, lemme hear you say it.”

Y/N lifted her head from his shoulder, looking at his face through heavy eyes. “I love your cock,” she mustered, through parted lips.

Peter gave a satisfied smile, growling as he continued to drive himself in her, feeling the head of his penis hit the spongy area inside her he knew she loved. She was clenching around him so tight, squeezing his dick so well it was taking everything in him not to burst right here and right now.

He trailed his hand down her stomach and reached her clit, feeling her jump at the contact before moaning deeply as he started to rub it.

She was so close, the combined pressure inside and out on her clit about to culminate to a boiling point.

Until Peter stopped. He removed his hand from her clit, rolled them over to place Y/N on his back and slowly pulled out of her.

“What the fuck?!” Y/N sobbed, bringing her knees together at the overwhelming emptiness that came upon her.

“Aw, sweetheart.” Peter crawled up to her, gripping her jaw and kissing her lips softly. “Did you really think you’d get away with teasing me like that? Not letting me touch you?”

He ran his hand down her entire front, pausing right at her clit before slipping two hooked fingers into her cunt easily. Y/N let out a gasp, arching her back off the bed. It was better, having his long fingers find their place inside her again, but they didn’t fill her up like his cock had, mere seconds ago.

“You’re so perfect,” Peter said amid heavy breaths, trailing kisses along her collarbone, refusing to move the fingers that were inside her. “Absolutely… ravishing.”

“Please, Peter,” Y/N whimpered, opening her eyes and staring pleadingly into his, similarly to how he did a few minutes ago when the roles were quite reversed. She spread her legs, going to grab Peter’s wrist and beckoning him to move.

Peter could never get over the way his name sounded when she said it. He could listen to it a million times and still, it would do him in every single time.

“Oh, but I’m doing the same thing as you, darling. You wanted to take your time, I’m doing the same with you.”

He curled his fingers inside her, moving them slowly. Y/N bit her lip, attempting to undulate her hips to get more stimulation.

“You should’ve seen yourself tonight, babe. It was so hard,” He grunted, removing his hand and bringing it to her mouth, watching her suck on his long fingers. “Taste, yourself sweetheart. It was so hard, watching you charm and finesse all those Oscorp men, and having to do that from a whole rooftop away.”

He lined himself up, grabbing the base of his cock, but instead of sliding in her, he dragged the tip through her folds, slapping her clit with it. Another desperate whimper from Y/N.

“You were so powerful, and yet look at you now, baby. Unable to speak, whining for my cock, begging me to fuck you.” Peter said, putting the head in. “I bet they wished they could see you like this, the elegant lady they met utterly fucked out, making a mess on my bed,” Peter thumbed at her bottom lip, the red lipstick smudged.

“Goddamn it Peter, just fuck me already!” Y/N panted.

With a thrust of his hips, he plunged himself deep within her walls once more, finding her G-spot and driving his cock into it.

Y/N screamed as she clutched onto his back for dear life, as Peter let himself go, driving into her with all the force he could muster.

Shuddered groans echoed from deep within his chest, into Y/N’s ears as the two chased their orgasms. With a cry, they both came, Peter burying his face in her neck, not bothering to try to catch another breath before kissing her.

He collapsed on top of her, their legs intertwined as finally, very very slowly, he pulled out of her.

They both calmed their breathing down, lying beside each other for a small while, before Peter turned to face Y/N.

“Did I hurt you?” Peter asked in a concerned, small voice, brushing Y/N’s hair out of her face.

“Not at all,” she smiled, turning on her side as well and capturing Peter’s lips in his.

They had fallen asleep mere minutes later like that, and the next morning, Peter woke with a startle.

“I gotta get to Oscorp!” He said.

“Why, you can’t break in later at night, when everyone leaves?” Y/N groaned groggily, curling up in Peter’s arms.

“You left your coat there last night.”

“Oh.”

The two giggled, Peter sinking back down under the blankets, resting a protective hand on Y/N’s hip, tracing gentle circles on it with his thumb. He looked to the side, taking a glance at the small golden key that was on it before his eyelids fluttered shut to sleep.

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