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yuujispinkhair · 2 years

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Summer Paradise with Yuu (Chapter 1)

I swear you put the sun up in my sky, so hot it's like the middle of July

When you agreed to join your friends on a spontaneous summer vacation, you didn't expect to a) get pulled out of the ocean by some random guy who thinks you are drowning and b) that this guy is hotter than the summer sun.

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: fluff, smut, Lifeguard AU but not really lol Word Count: 2.4k Warnings: 18+, smut in later chapters, falling into the ocean. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

This will be a short summer series because Yuuji is my sexy summer boy, and I am obsessed with the idea of summer vacation with him! I'm trying to keep the chapters short!

Masterpost Chapter 1: I swear you put the sun up in my sky, so hot it's like the middle of July Chapter 2: All your kisses taste like Malibu Chapter 3: Touch me like a summer night, you feel like a holiday Chapter 4: Back to Summer Paradise with you

Chapter 1

Summer vacation with your two best friends on a beautiful island with a beach right out of a fantasy. It sounds like paradise. And so far, it has been that! But right now, the summer paradise is about to turn into summer hell because you are about to make a huge fool of yourself.

You squeal loudly as your Flip Flop catches on an uneven plank of the idyllic wooden pier you are currently strolling across, making you stumble and lose your balance. You reach out for something to steady you, but your fingertips only manage to graze your friend's elbow before your fate is sealed, and you tumble very ungracefully off the pier, right into the ocean.

Of course, something embarrassing like this has to happen to you!

Above anything else, you are angry at yourself. Who the fuck falls off a pier? And now everyone is pointing at you and probably laughing.

Your pretty sundress is soaked with salt water, and your brand new Flip Flops are lost somewhere in the ocean. Luckily your friend is holding your bag, so at least your phone and money didn't fall into the water.

It's only a little comfort, though, because the embarrassment is too big. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and you are filled with shame as you cough and spit out the water you swallowed.

Fear of drowning is the last thing on your mind. Because after all, you can swim and the ocean is calm and warm. The shore isn't far away either. But you feel nauseous at the thought of having to swim all the way there while all eyes are on you.

Oh god, there will probably be funny videos of you all over social media! You hate it! You want to hide away forever.

Just as you start your swim of shame towards the beach, you are startled by a loud splash behind you. And then something wraps around you and pulls you against a solid object.

Another squeal escapes your lips, this time a scared one. What is going on?

You struggle against the tight grip, trying panicky to get away from the thing. Are there any big fish here? Is something trying to pull you underwater?

"Shhh, it's ok! It's ok! I got you! Please stop struggling! You aren't drowning! I got you!"

What the fuck??

You blink rapidly, looking down, and suddenly you realize that the things wrapped around your body are arms. Strong arms! You can't see who they belong to, but they are muscular and hold you in an iron grip.

Oh no! Did you cause a lifeguard rescue mission? This is the last thing you want! Now there will be an even bigger commotion.

"Hey! Stop! I don't need help! I'm not drowning! I am fine!"

"It's ok! You are safe with me! I will bring you to the beach! I got you!"

Either he didn't hear you, or he doesn't believe you. You try to shake him off again but to no avail. The mysterious stranger is strong! And he is on a mission to "save" you. Before you can argue more, he has already started swimming towards the beach, dragging you along with him, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist.

You want the ocean to swallow you whole and never let you go again. On the hitlist of your most mortifying moments, this is probably in first place.

You lift your face to look up at the pier but regret it instantly. A little crowd has gathered by now, watching the "rescue mission". Some have their phones out and are recording it.

It feels like forever until you reach the sandy beach and the water gets shallow enough for you to stand. You try to put one foot in front of the other, but your savior is having none of it.

"Stop! You are too weak for that! I'll bring you to safety. Don't worry, please. I'll help you! Everything's gonna be ok, sweetie."

By now, you have resigned to your fate. It can't get any more embarrassing, right? And so you don't even put up a fight when your mysterious Baywatch guy lifts you up into his beefy arms and carries you bridal style towards the beach.

People are cheering and clapping upon seeing the hero carrying the poor damsel in distress, while you groan and hide your face in your hands.

Why is this happening to me?

You still have no idea who that guy is who pulled you out of the water. But now he has reached the shore and carefully lays you down on the warm sand.

The first thing you see is pink hair. It's plastered to a tan forehead which belongs to a handsome face with pretty honey-colored eyes that watch you worriedly.

Water droplets are dripping down the short pink hair and get caught in long black lashes before they fall down further and land on strong muscular thighs, which are kneeling next to your head.

You gulp hard.

Your personal Baywatch guy is hot! And fucking ripped! No wonder you stood no chance when you tried shaking him off. His bare torso is adorned with buff muscles, toned biceps, and big pecs. He looks so strong. All muscles and smooth tan skin.

You watch dazedly as small water rivulets run down his defined abs before they disappear in the elastic band of his red swim trunks.

His voice sounds worried when he addresses you while his big honey eyes scan you for any injuries.

"Are you ok? Do you hurt anywhere? Did you swallow a lot of water?"

You are too stunned to answer. Your mind is still trying to catch up with the whole situation. Falling into the ocean, embarrassing yourself, and getting pulled out of the water by this hot guy.

You want to tell him you are ok. You really do! But those muscles and the damn water droplets glistening on his skin are too distracting!

But your savior seems to take your stunned silence as an indication that you aren't ok at all. His pretty eyes widen in panic.

"Shit! Oh my god, I think you swallowed too much water! Fuck, fuck fuck! I have no idea how this works! But I won't let you die! Come here!"

Your mind is working too slowly. You just stare at your "savior" in confusion, trying to make sense of what is happening. What does he mean he has no idea what to do? You thought he was a lifeguard! Or isn't he? Did a random stranger jump into the water to rescue you?

And before you can do anything, your mysterious savior leans down. His large shadow falls over you, and the next thing you know, two strong hands are cupping your cheeks.

And then a warm mouth gets pressed onto yours.

Your eyes widen. What the fuck? You don't understand what is happening. Why would that guy kiss you so out of the blue?! Is he insane? Is he some pervert?

Your hands come up instinctively to push against his broad chest. But he doesn't even seem to notice and instead keeps fumbling around on your face with his hands while his mouth moves over yours.

You feel his hot breath on your lips. And that is when it dawns on you. This doesn't feel like a kiss... He is trying to blow air into your mouth!

Oh.

He is trying to give you CPR!

If your mouth wasn't covered, you'd burst into hysterical laughter. The whole situation is so fucking awkward. Your eyes are wide open, and you can see the legs of the crowd surrounding you and your mysterious lifeguard.

And just when you think things can't get any worse, you feel your savior's lips leave yours, and his fingers wander over your face and up to your nose. Apparently remembering that he should pinch your nose, but before he can do that, you react and do the only thing that comes to your mind: You turn your head and bite his finger.

"AAARGH!!"

Your savior is sitting back on his heels, shaking his hands and looking with big eyes at the finger you bit.

Finally, you find your voice, and it comes out as an enraged cry:

"Stop it already!! I wasn't drowning! I am fine! I told you I am ok!"

"What?"

Honey eyes meet yours, and Mr. wannabe lifeguard blinks at you in confusion.

You sigh and try again, calmer this time. After all, you know you shouldn't be angry at him. The only one to blame for this awkward mess is you and your inability to walk down a pier without tripping!

"I am fine. I wasn't in trouble. And I didn't swallow any water. I am just super embarrassed about the whole commotion this caused, and I would very much like to just disappear."

"Oh? So.. um... you weren't drowning?"

You shake your head,

"No, I wasn't."

"But I thought...oh crap! I am sorry!!"

Your personal lifeguard scratches his pink hair, blushing and making a sheepish expression. He looks really cute, if you are honest.

Suddenly you feel bad about snapping at him. He is a good guy! He literally jumped into the water to save your life. How was he supposed to know you didn't need help?

And so you force yourself to smile weakly at him.

"No, don't be sorry, please. It's nice that you wanted to help. Thank y..."

But you can't finish your sentence because at that moment, a girl appears behind your mysterious savior and grabs his shoulder.

"Itadori! What the fuck are you doing? Just because you're wearing red swimming trunks doesn't mean this is Baywatch or something! You're embarrassing all of us! Leave the poor girl alone!"

You blink up at your still blushing hero and a girl with ginger hair and indignant brown eyes, who is leaning over your savior's shoulder to gaze curiously down at you.

"Hey, are you ok? I apologize for this idiot! He is a bit dumb but means well."

The only thing you manage to do is nod as you watch in stunned silence as the rather petite girl pulls the wannabe lifeguard called Itadori to his feet. He towers over her, tall and muscular, but the girl is unrelentingly tugging on his arm and cussing at him while his honey gaze meets yours again, and he smiles apologetically.

"I'm so sorry for this mess!"

"Shut up! You're just making it worse! Now get back with us!"

Your gaze wanders from him to the girl and back again, but before you can say anything, the girl already drags Itadori along. He holds up a hand in an awkward little wave, grinning sheepishly at you,

"Sorry again! Enjoy your stay at the beach!"

You weakly lift a hand as you watch him stumble after the girl and hear them both bickering.

"Oi Kugusaki let go of me! I was just trying to help!"

"You are so fucking dumb! Can't take you anywhere!!"

You sit up slowly, staring dumbfounded after the pair. Your drenched sundress clings uncomfortably to your body, and you are sure you look absolutely horrible. But your gaze is still glued to the muscular figure of your savior, and you catch yourself thinking that his smile was really pretty. As bright as the sun somehow.

Luckily the crowd around you gradually dissolves, saving you from further embarrassment. But you still sigh miserably as you think about having to walk all the way back to the pier and search for your friends.

That's when you see two familiar figures run towards you. Apparently, your friends already found you. They are both out of breath, panting heavily as they bombard you with worried questions.

"(Y/n), are you ok? How did this happen? Is everything fine again?"

"What was that guy doing? Who is he? Are you ok?"

You blink up at them, and suddenly the whole story seems so stupid that you can't help but snort with laughter. You take your friends' offered hands and let them pull you to your feet, where you try to smooth down your ruined dress and finally manage to get out:

"Yeah, I'm ok. As ok as I can be after tripping and falling into the ocean in front of everyone and getting pulled out of the water by a stranger who decided to play lifeguard because he thought I was drowning! And everyone was watching and filming it! I have never been so embarrassed in my whole life! I will never be able to show my face again on this beach! But yes, physically, I am fine!"

More laughter erupts from your mouth as you gesture down the beach towards where Itadori is walking.

Your friends both turn to stare after your "savior," who is still getting dragged along by the ginger-haired girl, bright red swimming trunks and pastel pink hair clearly visible across the sandy beach.

There are two types of people in this world, and so when your friends both start talking at the same time, one of them says compassionately:

"Well, that's super embarrassing. I'm sorry this happened to you!"

While the other one whistles lowly under her breath and announces in an amused tone:

"Ooooh, Mr. "I jump into the ocean to save random girls" has a cute ass and a nice broad back! You are so lucky!"

Itadori chooses that moment to look over his shoulder back at where you are standing. When he sees you looking at him, he lifts a tan hand to wave at you and smile that bright sunshine smile once again. Even from a distance, he looks dazzling. And the movement of his arm makes his toned biceps flex beautifully.

He might not be a real lifeguard, but he sure as hell has the body of one of those Baywatch guys you saw on tv.

Your friends grab your arms at the same time and dig their nails into them. The one who was already gushing over Itadori adds in an excited whisper:

"Damn! And his face is really nice too! And those arms! He is fine as fuck! He could pull me out of the water every day!"

You don't know why you do it, but before you can stop yourself, you mutter:

"He gave me mouth to mouth."

There's a stunned silence for a moment, and then both of your friends turn to you simultaneously and scream.

"Oh my god, he did what? He kissed you?! Hot Baywatch guy kissed you? This is the stuff romantic movies are made of! You are living the dream, girl!"

"We must find him again so you can go on a date with him! Oh my god, this is so exciting! He's gonna be your summer romance!"

You hide your face in your hands. Ok, maybe there is only one type of person among your friends, and it's the crazy type!

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this little summer romance with sunshine boy and wannabe lifeguard Yuuji ;) I am losing my mind about him A LOT!! And I hope you find him sexy too! If I wanted someone to pull me out of the ocean, Yuuji would be my first choice.

Please let me know what you think about "lifeguard" Yuuji! Comments and reblogs make me happy!

Chapter 2

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ilariyalavorowrites · 3 years

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Good enough (9-1-1) Part two

Imagine leaving LA after feeling like an outsider in your relationship with Bobby and Athena as they seem to pull away and distance themselves from you. Only to find that it is almost impossible to actually walk away.

Warnings: Angst with happy ending, AU, Bisexual Athena, BDSM

Pairings: Bobby Nash x Reader x Athena Grant

Word count: 1,261 words

Universe: 9-1-1

Reader gender: Female

Author: Ilariya_Lavoro writes

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9-1-1. What’s your emergency? The script was the same for every call, the operator had been trained for this. It was just like every call they answered. The script would allow for this to play out as it was meant to, with wiggle room for the chance that it would go sideways and wrong on the other end of the line. There was always leeway.

It was in human nature to expect that something would go wrong, especially in high stress situations where there was a thread holding in the balance between life and death. Go left and you’d live but an inch to the right and it was over. There was no going back from there, no replaying the situation. In the heat of the moment, that thread could easily strengthen or snap. The operators were trained to be prepared for the pendulum swinging in either direction.

This was just another call, on just another ordinary day. Right?

“There’s been an accident on Pacific Coast Highway near Las Flores Canyon Road. God there are so many cars” The fear in the caller’s voice was almost palpable. It was par for the course. They were calm in the storm, getting the person on the end of the line through the call. Get the details and location to enable help to get to them as fast as it was humanly possible.

“Help is on the way” They reassured, typing as fast as their fingers glided across the keyboard. Getting the information across the closed units. The clock had already started, ticking away second by second. As the grains of sand escaped in an hourglass when tipped over, one life fought to survive whilst the next's flame went out. Each split second counted.

As an Ambulance rushed it’s way to the scene with it’s blue light flashing and the siren blasted on full volume with Fire Engines and Police Squad chasing behind in it’s slip stream, bobbing and weaving through the mid afternoon traffic that clogged the streets. You were one of the many, trapped in the rental car waiting to be rescued from this untimely disaster.

This was not how you imagined your day going. This was meant to be your way out, an end to one chapter and the start of the next. You winced as you tried to move. Something was painfully digging into your left leg, almost as if it was trying to bury itself into your skin. A thought soon crossed your mind, you couldn’t get out of the car. You were trapped within the twisted metal cage that had been your vehicle. There was also no way that you were going to get back the security deposit. Worse still, no-one knew where you were.

You were on the Highway most of the way to Malibu, completely out of the 118’s field of operation. It would be highly unlikely that they would come out this far without due course to do so. You were truly alone now. What a day to make a stupid, impulsive decision to run. Your phone was off in the bottom of your handbag which had been on the backseat. There was no way that you’d be able to get that from your present position.

There was no going back now, this was the last thought that passed through your mind as you slipped into unconsciousness.

Radio silence, complete and utter silence on the airways. No calls, no texts. Nothing and this was far from normal. You were not one to remain quiet for too long but of late the time between messages and calls had gotten notably longer. It had been a subtle change at first but it hadn’t escaped Athena’s notice.

As she considered all the options, she had gone with the most logical first. Work, you had been called in cover more than the occasional shift at the last possible moment. She had experienced this herself, as had Bobby. She needed more hands to truly be able to tally up the number that had occurred in the last few months alone. This felt different.

This wasn’t you, she had come to know a cautious but caring individual who was always an open line. She had never had this much trouble trying to reach you. Even when busy, you’d shoot a message back letting them know that you were figuratively all tied up at a moment in time but would call when you were able to. You always would follow through with that promise.

Your promises were never empty. Athena hadn’t noticed until now, how much that small ping meant to her. How much a call or message from you could brighten her day as much as one from her boo. You had found your way into her heart, sneaking in after Bobby. This sudden influx of white noise from your end stung. It was a pain akin to the memory of the first time that she had rejected all those years ago.

May would refer to this as being ghosted but she wouldn’t jump to conclusions just yet. Not without any evidence to indicate that this was the correct path to follow. The next step would be to head over to your apartment. A place that she knew all too well. A sanctuary that she had enjoyed visiting to explore what had developed between the three of you. It hadn’t been something that she had ever seen in her rear view mirror but she was happy.

Wasn’t she? Sure she had been busier than most calendar months of late, so had Bobby but that didn’t mean that she didn’t care. She cared about you, the deepening feelings fluttering in her chest spoke volumes. Words were one thing, actions were often louder and more appealing. She would simply have to ask you, sit down and have a well needed heart to heart.

Athena pulled her car into her usual space outside of your apartment block. Her eyes quickly scanned for a familiar car as she pulled down on the parking brake. Soon enough, she found what she was looking for. Your break up, well loved car parked in it’s usual spot at the far end of the car park. It was one of the few spots closest to the entrance of the building.

You must be home, she pulled out her phone to try and reach you once more. It was only polite to give you the heads up that she was outside. See if you would be up for a chat. Athena dared not to consider the possibility that this was the end. She wanted to hold on what she found even if it was only for a little while longer.

You made her smile. Bobby had found her first but that didn’t mean that you were any less important. This had been unfamiliar territory that she wandered into but it was now comfortable and welcoming. A part of herself that she freely embraced, that was all thanks to you. You had opened a door, one that she would hesitate to close.

Athena anxiously waited for you to pick up, listening to the line ring once, twice and then a third time before it was redirected to your voicemail.

‘Sorry, I can’t answer at the moment, please leave a message at the beep’ She remembered the day that you changed the message after being pestered by Buck for the fourth time that day alone. He didn’t like talking to the ‘robot’ at the end of line. It didn’t feel as if he was talking to a person. You had relented in the end after being wrestled to the ground and tickled for a solid five minutes.

She had watched from the side-lines, laughing at the sight of the pair of you. Your smile was like a breath of fresh air, beaming out like a beacon drawing her in. This was not like you, she was worried. Bobby was worried. Even on your days off, they could get a hold of you.

She needed answers today and she was going to get them. She swiftly ended the call, pocketing the device as she turned off the engine. A ping sounded from within a moment later, was it from you? She dared to hold onto the slither of hope that it was as she without a second thought removed and opened the device. Disappointment soon followed, as that hope plummeted harder than a lead balloon. Her gaze took in the message. It was from Bobby, checking in.

‘Any word yet Thena?’ Her fingers danced across the screen as she typed out a quick response. She didn’t need to add any concern to the shared pile of worry. After all, you were important to both of them. “Not quite yet but I’m at her apartment. Hopefully I’ll get some answers’

As soon her finger connected the send button, Athena put her phone back in her pocket. She didn’t need any further distractions from her goal. Never knowing that this was just the beginning. Soon enough answers would come but so would further questions arise. Would it be a vicious circle that they would escape unscathed. Only time would tell.

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maria-scribbles · 4 years

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loyalty’s all i got | part one

summary: three years ago, you had it all: great friends, good grades, and an almost perfect relationship with your boyfriend, jj. it all came crashing down when your mom relocated your family to california for work and you were forced to trade the outer banks for malibu, leaving your broken heart behind in the place you were just starting to think of as home. now you're back in town for college and to pick up the pieces, hoping to make things right again with your friends and the boy you never stopped loving.

word count: 8.9k+ i'm legit incapable of writing something short 😅

ship: jj maybank x female!reader, pogue friendship

warnings: mentions of child abuse, non-graphic injuries, weed, swearing, underage drinking, learning to be vulnerable, trust issues, first love, jj getting the love and affection he deserves, underage sex (nothing too descriptive but it gets a lil spicy, just fyi), teenage heartbreak, failed long distance relationship, angst with a happy ending, references to some taylor swift songs 'cause she's a queen.

a/n: got a lil plot bunny that wouldn't leave me alone so here we are lol. title and inspiration for this fic comes from train's song "rescue dog" that gave me 'jj x reader where they're both damaged goods' vibes the second i heard it. this is semi canon-compliant as the treasure hunt never happened but big john is still alive and kie and sarah still work out their issues and become friends again. i used the names daisy, daniel, deke, and mack as a tribute to agents of shield, one of my favorite shows that had just had its series finale (and i'm still an emotional mess). enjoy and keep an eye out for part two, coming soon!

~masterlist~

part one: when our love was young and easy

For you, having a traveling nurse as a mom was both a blessing and a curse. When you were a kid, you loved bouncing around the country to a new town every so often and finding new places to explore with your rebellious big sister. Back then, she was all you needed to be happy: you'd go anywhere and everywhere as long as Daisy, your best friend, was by your side.

As you both grew older and started school, you slowly realized that packing up your life every few years sucked. Yeah, seeing new places was cool and all but the novelty wore off fast when you found yourself making friends with your classmates, kids who weren't your sister for once, only to lose touch whenever you moved again. You felt like a ghost, haunting a new school for a while and then leaving behind nothing but a memory, one that gradually faded over time until it was gone, as if you never existed at all. You wondered if anyone actually remembered you.

It was hard. You gradually became more sullen and withdrawn, finding it more and more difficult to make friends when you knew they wouldn't last, while Daisy acted out even worse than usual and ended up being grounded almost every week. It took her getting arrested while graffitiing the school gym on New Year's Eve for your father - a bit clueless about being a stay-at-home dad to two girls but he tried his best- to put his foot down and tell his wife enough was enough.

"Our kids need stability, Rebekah. They need a chance to make real friends and stay in one place for longer than two or three years. They need a home."

Thankfully by some miracle, your mother agreed and promised the next move would be the last until you graduated high school. You wanted to believe her so badly but you weren't sure if you could as you packed up your life once again and headed down south from Rhode Island.

That's how you ended up in the Outer Banks of North Carolina, finishing eighth grade at some fancy ass academy that you weren't sure your parents could afford. Daisy, a sophomore, seemed to have no problem fitting in on the north side of the island when she landed a job as a lifeguard at the country club and made fast friends with the rich kids that frequented the pool. It stung a bit when she eventually started ditching you for them (and some older boy named Kelce; you knew she'd snag a boyfriend eventually but you didn't realize it'd be so fast and with someone so...douchey) but you tried not to let it bother you too much, as you were okay getting by on your own and honest-to-God happy for your sister. Making friends was a scary thought when you remembered all the kids you've had to leave behind over the years, all the friendships that crumbled into dust in the wind so you tried to stay at arm's length from your classmates and told yourself you were just fine the way you were.

The loneliness was hard to ignore though, and you soon found yourself slowly, reluctantly becoming friends with a girl named Kiara that sat beside you in algebra after she helped you cram for a test you completely forgot about, even as warning bells rang loud in your mind. It wasn't long before you started sitting with her and her friend Sarah at lunch, which led to being invited to the beach and the movies and sleepovers and just like that, you remembered what friendship felt like. For the first time, you felt like a normal teenager with a best friend that wasn't your sister and although you liked Sarah, Kiara was the one you were closest to, especially when you found out she hated the kook academy as much as you did.

"Fuck it," She said at one of your sleepovers, sitting on the floor at the end of your bed and rifling through your box of movies. "I'm done with acting like something I'm not, I'm done with being fake, and I'm done with rich kid politics." She tossed Legally Blonde in your direction and then joined you in leaning against the headboard as you slipped the DVD into your laptop.

"Yeah, this whole kook thing kind of sucks." You replied, tapping through the previews to the main menu. "That's why I don't give a shit."

"And that's why I'm so happy you're my friend, Y/N," Kiara said. "You're just yourself and don't try to change for anybody. It's cool."

Cursor hovering over the play button, you paused and glanced over at the other girl. "I'm happy you're my friend, too. I...I only really had my sister growing up so just...thanks, I guess. For being here."

Kiara pulled you into a fierce hug after your impromptu confession and you hugged her back, understanding for the first time what true friendship looked like.

More kids get added to your posse -three boys named John B, JJ, and Pope- after a catastrophic falling out with Sarah over her fiasco of a birthday party and from the very first time you met them, you realized the south side of the island was where you belonged. The pogues were unabashedly, unapologetically real and you felt the freest you'd ever been when you were hanging out with them and from the way Kiara seemed so much happier, you knew she felt the same way. Those kooks and their status quo could suck it.

You vowed you wouldn't let yourself get too attached to your new friends (cohorts, as your dad jokingly called them), lest you get your heart broken when your mom inevitably moved on to the next job in a year or two; despite her promise, you just had a feeling that it wouldn't last and wished you weren't always waiting for that other shoe to drop. You didn't plan on them becoming your second family and you definitely didn't plan on falling in love for the first time, but life always found new ways to surprise you.

You were fourteen when you started to notice that one of your friends was cute as fuck. To be honest, you thought all of your friends were pretty cute but there was something about JJ that made you flustered beyond belief every time he crossed your mind. You found yourself more than a little fixated on his golden hair, his bright blue eyes, and the way you always felt at your happiest when he was around; he lived like a wild, out of control hurricane and you wanted to get swept up in the eye of his storm, despite your brain telling you not to.

You never had crushes before, always too busy anticipating worrying about your family's next move to really look at anyone like that but you were definitely looking now while you tried to balance on JJ's surfboard in the gently bobbing waves, your trembling hands planted firmly on his -bare, tan, strong- shoulders as he held it steady.

"Lookin' good, Y/N," He looked up at you with a proud grin before glancing back down at your stance. "Just bend your knees a little more and you'll be perfect."

His praise, along with his calloused palms carefully adjusting your legs made your face feel hot and you shifted on the board to correct your balance, slowly raising your arms until you were standing, albeit a little wobbly, mostly on your own.

"Holy shit!" You yelled, the smile on your face growing more ecstatic at the encouraging cheers of your friends as they watched from the beach twenty feet away. "I'm doing it! I'm actually doing it!"

"Almost," JJ gave you another one of his killer smiles, the ones that you quickly found out made breathing normally quite the challenge, then let go of your knees to give the board a solid push forward. "Now you are!"

Frantically, you recalled everything he taught you that afternoon and managed to make it halfway to shore before you lost your balance and fell into the surf with a giddy laugh. "Guess I need a little more practice," You giggled as he splashed his way over and offered you a hand, a teasing glint in his blue eyes.

"Just a little?"

You flicked some water at him for that and your laugh grew when he wrapped you up in his arms and spun you around before flinging you both into the waves. The others immediately ran to join you and an all out war broke out, everyone splashing each other with no holds barred.

When he casually suggested giving you another lesson the next day as you all laid on the sand to catch your breath, you were unable to say no and the soft, dimpled smile on his face made your heart skip a beat in a way you'd never felt before. For the first time, you told the warning bells in your head to just shut the fuck up and allowed yourself to think about the future, to dream about what you could become and where you could be in two, five, even ten years. You let yourself have hope.

The next morning, you put on your favorite bikini -the green high waisted one that made your butt look good- and caught a ride with Daisy and Kelce to the beach, ignoring the teasing looks and jabs your sister sent your way and the sly smirk on her boyfriend's face.

"Hey, Juliet, looks like your Romeo's already waiting for you."

You rolled your eyes and hopped out of Kelce's Range Rover, flipping them both the bird behind your back without a second glance. As they drove away, their laughter followed you to where JJ was indeed waiting by the walkway to the shore, surfboard under his arm, and his face broke out into a wide grin when he laid eyes on you, one that you couldn't help returning.

"Sorry I'm late, my sister was being a bitch."

He laughed at that and reached out to take your hand, sending warm tingles through your whole body. "I was kinda worried you forgot about me, Y/N."

In a sudden burst of courage you didn't know you had, you laced your fingers with his and started pulling him toward the water as you sent him a wink over your shoulder. "I would never."

You started your lesson on the sand, reviewing how to stand up and balance on the board, before moving to the ocean. You catch your first waves on your stomach to get used to the movement and when you get comfortable with that you move to your knees and then your feet; each time JJ was there to catch you when you inevitably bit it, hugging you close to his bare chest and speaking enthusiastic words of encouragement in your ear, and with every passing try you became more and more confident until you finally nailed a small wave from beginning to end without falling on your ass.

"I did it!" In a flash, you jumped off the board and into his arms, your mouth curving into a joyful grin when he spun you in circles like yesterday with your own arms locked tight around his neck.

"Hell yeah you did!" The proud smile on his face made your stomach do a little flip and so did the way he held you close, his hands hooked under your thighs. "You're gonna be a pro in no time."

"Well," You said, twirling your fingers in the fine blond hair at his nape and hoping you didn't just imagine the shiver that ran down his spine. "I do have a great teacher."

His pretty blue eyes locked onto yours and you couldn't look away even if you wanted to (which you absolutely didn't). You'd been reading about moments like that ever since you were a kid, alone in your room with nothing better to do than drown yourself in overly sappy fanfiction until 2 AM, so you knew all about the magnetism, the butterflies, the invisible string tying two lovers together by fate, but it was just a fantasy, a pipe dream, something to yearn for when the loneliness became too much. Never in a million years did you imagine you would ever feel like that.

And yet you did. You felt it in your whole body, coursing through your veins like liquid fire, and when JJ started to lean in, you didn't hesitate to meet him halfway. It wasn't your first kiss -that happened two years ago when you were still living in Rhode Island, during a rare party you actually got invited to and with a pretty girl in your class- but it was the first that set every single one of your nerves alight. He held you tighter against him as your hands moved to cup his face, letting him deepen the kiss with a tilt of his head and the soft swipe of his tongue against your lips. You never thought you'd find yourself in the middle of a make out session in broad daylight and in full view of everyone on the beach but there you were, not giving a single shit about who was watching. All you cared about was memorizing every detail about the way he kissed you, the feel of his mouth on yours and the heat of his palms against your thighs, the rough touch of drying saltwater on his skin under your thumbs and that little noise he made low in his throat when you wrapped your legs tighter around his waist. You could've kissed him for hours (holy shit did you want to do that) and never run out of new idiosyncrasies to notice.

You pulled back some glorious time later with a breathless smile and swollen lips, heart racing against your ribcage and forehead pressed to JJ's as he smiled back, an endearing pink flushed across his face.

"I've wanted to do that for a while." His quiet admission made the butterflies in your stomach go haywire and you leaned down to kiss him once again, no longer able to deny yourself the happiness you longed for for years now that you'd had a taste; he returned the kiss and you laughed against his mouth as he spun you around before gently setting you on your feet in the surf, his forgotten board -thankfully still tethered to your ankle- bumping into your legs with every wave.

"Me, too."

"Good." He shot you a smile that make you weak in the knees and tucked a wayward strand of hair behind your ear, then it was his turn to lean down to press his lips to yours.

After that day, life was practically a dream. You had the greatest friends you could've asked for, your family was the happiest you'd ever seen them, and you had a boyfriend. A loyal, affectionate, chaotic boyfriend who somehow managed to keep you on your toes while being your guiding light all at once and you wondered how you got so lucky that a boy as wonderful as JJ wanted little old you, with all of your insecurities and shattered edges and tendencies to push people away when they got too close.

You told him that one day as you laid together on your bed, sharing lazy kisses in the warm late-summer sun streaming in through your window while Fleetwood Mac played quietly from your phone resting on the nightstand. Fall was in the air and with it came cool breezes and that nagging fear in the back of your mind that screamed none of it would last. It was the first time you cried in front of him -in front of anyone other than your sister- and he held you tight to his chest, hand running soothingly over your back as you let everything out in one massive, embarrassing flood of years of pent-up emotions.

Another thing your boyfriend was good at, you found out, was comfort. He didn't say anything as he hugged you close but he didn't need to, the fact that he was simply there and listening was all you needed from him. You spent your whole life living in the shadows until then, when he made you feel seen, heard, and important, validated, all without saying a single word and after your tears had run dry and you pulled your face away from his damp shirt, you killed that urge to flee and buried it so deep you hoped you'd never find it again.

That day, you poured out your heart for the first time to a person you knew in your very bones you could trust and received nothing but unconditional acceptance in return. JJ took you as you were, flaws and metaphorical scars, dark secrets and past mistakes, and you weren't quite fifteen yet but you wondered if that spark you felt in your blood when he kissed you was love.

It was less than a week later when he showed up at your door late at night, bruised and bloody, and the thrill of a clandestine meeting in your room faded the second you saw the small, pained smile he sent your way. Daisy, swapping roles with you for once, distracted your parents so you could sneak him upstairs like she did with Kelce practically every week and only when you were both safely hidden away in your room did you speak, keeping your voice as soft as your touch against his bruised cheek. "What happened?"

You cried in front of him for the second time when he finally answered, after you cleaned him up with the first aid kit your mom always kept under your bathroom sink and helped him change into some of your dad's old clothes your sister swiped from the laundry room ("if you need anything, just text me, 'k?" she said and you sent her a grateful smile before she left, quietly shutting the door behind her.). JJ was your echo as he spilled all his secrets, too, bringing his demons out of the deep blue darkness and into your golden daylight where they slowly burned to ash, little by little. You held him close, your legs tangled together and his head pillowed on your chest, and you ran your fingers through his hair over and over until he talked himself hoarse and his hands loosened their white-knuckled grip on your sweatshirt.

Words had never been your strong suit so you let your actions speak for you and gently wiped the tears from his cheeks with your thumbs, leaning down to press your lips to his forehead, then his closed eyelids, his nose, all over his face until there was no inch you hadn't kissed other than his mouth; you saved that for last, letting each delicate touch linger against his slightly chapped lips like bright beacons of light guiding him through a storm in hopes that he'll make it to shore.

"You'll always be safe with me."

You whispered it into his hair sometime later, through swollen lips that hurt in the best possible way and you felt his slow smile into the curve of your neck, his reply coming in the form of a soft and feather-light kiss against your heated skin. You fell asleep that night with your boyfriend wrapped up in your arms, safe and warm and far away from the father who hurt him in more ways than one.

Your parents, on the other hand, loved JJ so much to the point you thought they'd adopt him if they could, especially your dad. They were constantly inviting him over for dinner, fishing trips, movie nights: you name it, your parents wanted him there, and you were pretty sure he was spending even more time at your place than at John B's. He won the 'favorite boyfriend' category by default because Kelce barely made the 'tolerated' list, much to your and Daisy's amusement.

Despite that fact though, you still snuck JJ out your window that morning to meet him at the front door just as your mother was leaving for her shift at the hospital. Rebekah greeted him with her customary hug before touching his bruised cheek with a gentle hand and concern in her eyes.

"What happened, hon?"

He shrugged, expertly bullshitting some excuse about defending your honor when one of Kelce's friends started going off about how good your ass looked and it instantly appeased your dad, who reached over to clap your boyfriend on the shoulder.

"Good job, kid." Bill said with a pleased grin, then kissed his wife goodbye and headed back down the hall toward the living room. "Hear that, Daisy? Your boy needs to get better friends!"

"Dad!"

"Even better, just get a better boy in general!"

As your father and sister squabbled, your mother pulled you both into another fierce hug and whispered "You always have a place here," before she headed out the door; JJ looked a bit stunned at Rebekah's words and you reached over to give his hand a gentle squeeze, smiling softly when he slowly did it back.

Your parents weren't stupid. They knew your boyfriend didn't come from the best of homes but they loved him anyway, showering him in ordinary, everyday affection they knew he rarely got. You noticed it more and more as the months passed: your dad always asking him for help fixing Daisy's clunker of a car when it broke down and both would come inside with grease-stained hands and easy smiles, your mom keeping all the first aid kits fully stocked and hugging him a little tighter when he looked a little worse for wear, both of them making sure he was fed and safe and cared for like he deserved. Even Daisy had a penchant for leaving snacks on your bed like some sort of food fairy and offering to give rides to the beach or the Chateau, especially after she finally dumped Kelce and had, as she said, 'nothing better to do.'

And you? You fell harder each passing day, each moment you spent with him, each kiss that made your veins hum with white hot lightning. Of course, your friends teased you mercilessly but neither of you really minded, knowing that each joke was born pure joy at seeing you both together and happy (though you never missed an opportunity to be extra affectionate in front of everyone as revenge.). JJ continued to teach you how to surf until you could hold your own with the rest of the pogues and when you turned fifteen in late spring, they gave you the surprise of your life in the form of your very own board.

You stared in shock at the sea foam green board propped in the sand beside your friends,' gaping like a fish out of water as they all screamed "happy birthday, Y/N!" at the top of their lungs.

"You...you guys -are you for real?" You reached out to run your fingers over the smooth epoxy surface, the mounting pressure behind your eyes becoming harder and harder to ignore when you caught sight of your friends' identical bright grins. What did you do to deserve them?

"We figured it was time you had your own board instead of that shitty hand me down," John B said, ruffling your hair with brotherly affection that made your heart feel full. Pope nodded enthusiastically and added, "You're gonna improve so much with this -not that you weren't already, I mean!"

"She's already good 'cause she has me for a teacher," JJ said with an overexaggerated wink as he pulled you closer and planted a kiss on your cheek. "Taught her everything she knows."

"Oh, please, you just wanted to mack-"

"Taught her how to make out-"

"What they all mean to say, Y/N," Kiara interrupted, sending the boys a pointed look, then gave your shoulder a quick squeeze, "is that we love you. That word won't kill you guys to say, you know."

"I-I love you guys, too. All of you." You admitted thickly, hastily wiping away the tears you just realized were slipping down your face. It didn't scare you to say it. You didn't feel the urge to run or pretend you didn't care for them as much as they cared for you 'cause you loved your friends like you loved your sister, your parents, and the thought filled you with joy instead of terror. "I don't know how to thank you."

You suddenly found yourself in the middle of a colossal group hug, laughing and crying at the same time as four pairs of arms all tried to wrap around you at once. "How about you start by getting out there and showing us what you're made of?" John B said with a nod toward the ocean and you wiggled your way out of the tangle of limbs, darting forward to pull your new board from the sand.

"Come on, slowpokes," You called over your shoulder as you jogged toward the water, "You aren't gonna let the newbie have all the fun, right?"

The water was a bit too chilly for surfing but the five of you dove in anyway and you grinned so hard you were sure your face would split in two when you nailed your first wave to the rest of the pogues' cheers. You all surfed until the cold was too much to bear before packing up and heading back to your house, where you spent the rest of your birthday surrounded by all of the people you'd ever loved, making s'mores around the campfire in your backyard.

"I meant what I said earlier." You blurted when JJ was the only one around to hear it, the others already headed inside for the night. The two of you laid together on a blanket beside the dying fire as you stared up at the stars and when you spoke, he tore his gaze from the sky to focus on you, one eyebrow raised in the cutest confused expression you'd ever seen.

"Meant what?"

Maybe it was the look in those pretty blue eyes of his or the feel of his fingers running through your hair or your brain remembering every single moment you'd ever shared with him all at once but something screamed at you to say those words, the ones you'd been thinking about saying to his face for a long time. Though you'd already said them earlier, this time was different -so, so different- and you took a deep breath, fighting away the nerves that made your hand tremble as you cupped his face and ran your thumb over his cheekbone.

"I love you."

The funny thing about words: once they're out in the air, there's no taking them back. These words, though? You never wanted to take them back. Ever.

"I love you, too."

It wasn't like the movies. Fireworks didn't go off, the world didn't stop spinning on its axis, nothing magically clicked into place, but you did feel the most wonderful warmth you could ever imagine slowly sinking into your bones when he said it back, the soft smile on his flushed face snatching the very breath from your lungs. He loved you. You loved him. It was simple, uncomplicated, effortless and you smiled into his kiss with the moon and stars as your witnesses.

Summer came again, setting you and Kiara free from the hell known as the kook academy and its rich kid hierarchy and the two of you ran wild -from sunrise to sunset- with your boys at your sides, like birds escaping their cages or horses let loose in the grasslands, untamed and thirsty for adventure. It had only just begun and yet you already knew it was the best summer of your life.

Your dad, a man able to make friends with a rock, struck up a camaraderie with Sarah's father of all people during a deep sea fishing trip and snagged five invitations to some fancy party called Midsummers.

Kiara nearly had a coronary when you shared the news, her face lighting up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Oh, thank God!" She breathed, sitting up on her towel and pushing her sunglasses up onto her forehead. "Maybe I'll actually have a good time for once."

The two of you were relaxing on the beach, taking a break while the boys surfed and you turned away from admiring your boyfriend's bare back to look her in the eye. "So what you're saying is-"

"-it fucking sucks. Just..." She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "a bunch of bourgeoise pigs throwing a party to stroke their overinflated egos."

You groaned and flopped back onto your towel, throwing your arm over your eyes. "Great, a night of rich people being rich people."

Kiara laughed and reached over to grab a bottle of water from the cooler. "You have no idea."

Despite her misgivings, the party wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. Sure, the general stench of opulence and wasted money -so much wasted money- was overbearing and quite frankly disgusting but you did your best to ignore it, focusing instead on having a great time with two of your best friends, making fun of the kooks and sneaking liquor when the adults weren't looking. One of those friends happened to be your boyfriend and you found it very, very hard to keep your eyes off him in that suit of his, with his hair slicked back in just the right way that made your knees weak; JJ couldn't stop staring at you either and you'd lost count of how many times you glanced over to find him already looking at you, something you'd never seen before behind his gaze. You wanted -needed- to find out what it was and you were hoping you would tonight, even if you didn't exactly know how.

"Why don't you two take a picture? It'll last longer." Kiara said sarcastically and you flicked your eyes down to your lap, smoothing a non-existent wrinkle in your deep green dress to hide your embarrassment. What was it about that damn suit that made you feel so flustered?

"You know me, Kie," JJ replied, grabbing your hand and tugging you toward the dance floor. "I like to live in the moment." He grinned down at you and you couldn't help smiling back, giggling as he twirled you under his arm before pulling you close, resting his other hand low on your back.

"I didn't know you were such a good dancer," You said, letting him lead you in a simple waltz across the cool grass.

"Well, I'm not but I might've spent the last week practicing with your sister while Kie distracted you." He admitted casually, shooting a thumbs up over your shoulder and you turned to find Daisy grinning in your direction as she swayed with some guy (Daniel, you thought, or maybe Deke? You weren't sure.) you'd seen hanging around the pool a few times. 'You're welcome,' She mouthed before spinning under her partner's arm, her wine-colored dress fanning out around her legs and you smiled wider, twirling back into your boyfriend's embrace and surging up onto your tiptoes to press your lips to his.

He dipped you low as he returned your kiss, grinning against your mouth when you flung your arms around his neck in surprise, your fingers holding tight to the collar of his suit jacket. "You did all that for me?" You asked once your feet were firmly back on the ground and your heart skipped a beat as his hands brushed the skin exposed by the low-cut back of your dress.

"Anything for you, Y/N."

Later, after dancing until your shoes started to dig uncomfortably into your toes, the two of you snuck down to the beach, your heels in your hands and two stolen drinks in JJ's. You felt a bit guilty ditching Kiara but from the wink she sent your way as you passed by, you were pretty sure she didn't really mind. The sand was cool on your legs through the thin layers of your skirt and yet you felt nothing but warm, both from his arm around your shoulders and the alcohol burning down your throat.

"Shit," You coughed, regretting following your boyfriend's example by knocking the whole thing back at once and playfully jabbing your elbow in his side when he outright laughed at your struggle. "I'm not used to drinking straight...whatever this is."

"It's bourbon, babe." He took the glass from your hand and set it aside before tucking you closer against him to ward off the slight chill of the mellow ocean breeze. "Don't worry, I still love you even if you can't take shots."

"Ha ha. Love you, too, you jerk." You rested your head on his shoulder after they stopped shaking with laughter, perfectly happy to sit in silence together and watch the waves crash against the shore. A pleasant tingle flooded through your body after the bourbon finally stopped burning and you realized you liked the feeling, even if it paled in comparison to the high you reached when he kissed you, when he ran his hand through your hair, when he made it crystal clear you were loved.

"Hey, Y/N?"

JJ's voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you shifted your head to look up at him, hooking one of your ankles around his. "Yeah?"

"Gimme your hand."

You obliged, your confusion slowly melting away into something more closely resembling pure, unadulterated affection as he tied a bracelet around your wrist. And not just any bracelet, you noticed when you brought it closer to your face to examine it in the dim, distant light of the party: this one was obviously, beautifully handmade, woven with threads in shades of green, blue, and tan and tied off with two green beads on each end. You ran your thumb over a spot where the intricate motif was just a little messed up and smiled when JJ looked embarrassed, the tips of his ears turning red.

"Yeah, sorry about that, I was in a hurry and fucked up the pattern," He confessed sheepishly, spinning a similar bracelet around his own wrist. "I was gonna give it to you on your birthday but I kind of underestimated how long it took to make-"

"It's perfect." You interrupted, tackling him onto the sand with your arms around his neck as you pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth, leaving a bright red lipstick mark behind. "I love it. I love you."

The smile he sent you was one of unabashed relief and he slid his fingers into your hair to pull you down for another kiss. "I love you, too."

For awhile after that, you let your lips do the talking in a different way and you made out on the beach for -surprisingly- only the second time until you rolled onto your back and accidentally got a little sand in your underwear (he laughed at that but you immediately got your revenge by stuffing a handful down the front of his shirt). You snuck back to the party hand in hand to drop off the forgotten glasses and wave a quick goodbye to Kiara, who just smirked at your smudged lipstick and the golden crown of leaves sitting crooked on your head, before walking toward your house a mile down the road. Well, JJ walked, you hitched a ride on his back when he wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Babe, your feet hurt and you have sand in your ass. No way in hell I'm letting you walk."

You just smiled against his shoulder and let him carry you the rest of the way to your house and then even up the stairs to your room as you fired off a text to Daisy letting her know where you disappeared to. She sent 'check your dresser, thank me later' with a winking emoji back and you felt your face get hot when you caught sight of the small box tucked into the corner of the drawer, quickly placing the phone facedown on your bedside table before tossing your shoes onto the floor by your closet and carefully pulling the crown from your messy hair.

"Thanks for the ride, my feet and ass are in your debt."

"Let's make out again and I'll consider that debt paid."

You laughed but gave in 'cause hell, you really wanted to keep making out, too. You pushed JJ backwards until his knees hit your bed and you ended up on his lap, your hands pushing the suit jacket off his shoulders as you leaned down to kiss him. He slid the pins from your hair one by one until it fell around your face and he tangled his fingers in it, pulling your head back so he could trail his lips down the sensitive skin of your neck and you gasped, pausing in the middle of trying to undo the bowtie around his neck.

Something shifted in the air then and you knew that once you took that next step, there'd be no turning back but you were ready to meet it head on as you finished with his tie and tossed it behind you, then started on the buttons of his shirt. That look from earlier was in his eyes again and you nodded, smiling in anticipation when you finally understood what it meant and he languidly slipped one of the straps of your dress off your shoulder.

You bared your body like you bared your soul and soon there was no part of you that he didn't know. You learned every part of him, too and together you brought each other to a high you'd never felt before. It wasn't perfect, of course, but it was perfect to you: every awkward, beautiful touch, when you breathed his name like that for the first time, the way your hands clutched his hair like a lifeline. You were burning up from the inside out, every single nerve on fire and blazing brilliantly under your heated skin and you'd never felt more alive when you came undone in his arms.

In the afterglow, you laid wrapped up together like the woven bracelets you both wore, JJ's fingers steadily tracing the curve of your bare hip as yours soothed the darkening red mark you'd left behind on his neck. The fairy lights strung above your bed cast soft, welcoming shadows all around, highlighting that wonderful look in his eyes, open and awed and oh so loving and you knew your gaze held the same.

"I'm, I-" He started, then shook his head and leaned down to place a lingering kiss on your cheek. "I just -shit."

"Whoa, you're speechless," You teased, sweeping a wayward strand of sweaty blond hair away from his forehead. "Guess I really blew your mind, huh?"

"Fucking fried it." He shook his head again with the dopiest, dreamiest smile you'd ever seen and you giggled as he pulled you closer, calloused palm flat against the small of your back. "I'm so fucking in love with you. Straight up head over heels, babe."

You smiled even wider at his words and how they ignited that flame burning inside you once again. "Good thing I'm fucking head over heels, hopelessly in love with you, too." You replied and pushed him back onto the bed, swinging a leg over his thighs so you were the one on top this time. "And I'm gonna blow your damn mind again."

You weren't sure what you expected life to be like after you had sex for the first time. You'd always heard it was this momentous occasion, that you'd suddenly feel like a real woman or whatever stupid label society came up with to further control girls and their sexuality but honestly, you still felt like the same person. All those rom-coms and their jokes about having that look after getting laid were total and complete bullshit, you realized; to you, sex was just a different, more intimate way to show your love and you just happened to like showing it often (and luckily JJ did, too). You flaunted it in other ways, too, his bandanas tied in your hair and shirts in your closet, your necklaces resting against his collarbone and bracelets you learned to make around his wrists, but there was nothing like the marks you left on each other's skin -necks, inner arms, hipbones- when you were alone together in the dark.

Life went on. Months flew by and things were nearly perfect for you: great friends, good grades, a wonderful relationship with your loving boyfriend. The girl of your past, the one who kept to herself and avoided anything that had to do with being vulnerable like the plague was dead and gone and in her place was the person you always wanted to be. You were happy -ridiculously, deliriously happy- sixteen and so in love with the life you built that you'd almost forgotten about your mom's tendency to relocate your family every few years; that nagging thought was still in the back of your mind but you refused to let it control your life with fear of losing everything -everyone- you'd come to love.

But you knew how the saying went: the bigger you are, the harder you fall.

The higher you climb on an unstable mountain, the more it hurts when it inevitably crumbles beneath you.

Your mountain didn't just crumble: it was violently torn apart, ripped into pieces by a devastating earthquake, a destructive landslide caused by the one person who promised she wouldn't hurt you anymore but the catalyst that unintentionally set it in motion came from someone you never expected: your sister.

Daisy graduated from the kook academy and got accepted into her dream school, UCLA, alongside her boyfriend Daniel (see, you knew his name wasn't Deke) but you didn't think too much of it. After all, you knew that day would come eventually, the day your big sister would head off to college and leave you, her shadow, behind but the thought didn't fill you with dread like it used to. You had friends, a found family to soothe the inescapable sting of the Daisy-shaped hole in your heart and keep your spirits high when she hopped on that plane to California in the fall.

You still had the summer though and you made it count, days spent with your friends and nights spent with your sister, doing all the things you used to do together when you were little; watching movies, playing games, making a total mess in the kitchen when you baked batches and batches of cookies that had both your boyfriend and hers always hanging around like dogs begging for scraps. You and Daisy started putting them to work the second they ate two dozen snickerdoodles by themselves (Daniel was an excellent cook while JJ was a total disaster) and those nights always ended with the four of you squished together on the couch, wrapped in blankets and cookies and warmth while a scary movie played on in the background.

The day before Daisy left for LA, you met your parents and sister at The Wreck for what you thought would be your last family dinner until Thanksgiving break but it turned out you were the only one who believed that. You should've known something was wrong the second your dad didn't even make a joke about your friends dropping you off in John B's rust bucket of a van or when JJ pulled you back in for a kiss that was just a little bit too risque for the public eye (You'd laughed when John B and Pope both pretended to gag and just kissed him harder, not giving a single shit about who saw, even your parents.). You should've known when your mother's smile was a little strained or when your sister wouldn't meet your eyes. You should've known but you stupidly didn't see the signs and that made Rebekah's words so much harder to swallow.

"We're moving to California."

You dropped the loaded nacho in your hand back onto your plate as you stared at her, gaping like a fish. "E-Excuse me but what the actual fuck?"

"Language, Y/N."

"I don't give a shit about my language, Mom, I give a shit about the fact that you broke your promise!" You hissed, roughly pushing your plate away and almost knocking your glass of water over.

"Sweetheart-"

"You promised."

Your mother winced at the tightness of your voice and how you snatched your clenched fist out from under her hand. "I know, dear, but I couldn't pass on this offer and I know how much you're going to miss your sister-"

"Yeah, I'll miss Daisy but I don't want to move across the country just to be near her! God, let her be her own person for once!"

"Y/N-"

"And what about me, huh? I'm happy here! This is my home! I have friends, a boyfriend -I'm not leaving!"

"Honey, I understand you're upset-"

"Do you?" You interrupted your dad with a bitter laugh, fighting the tears you felt pricking at your eyes. "Do you understand what you're forcing me to lose?"

Bill looked away as Kiara arrived with your food and set the plates down in awkward silence. You gave her a tight smile when she quickly patted your back and then returned to the kitchen, sending you a concerned glance over her shoulder before she disappeared through the double doors and you turned to face Daisy.

"Day, did you know?" Your sister avoiding your sudden, sharp gaze was all the answer you needed and your heart dropped like an anchor, weighing heavy on your stomach. You felt sick. You felt furious. But most of all, you felt betrayed.

Suddenly, the sight of your favorite meal in front of you wasn't so appetizing anymore and you abruptly stood, your chair scraping roughly against the floor. Heads turned to look in your direction but you ignored their curious stares as you snarled with all the venom you could muster across the table at your mother, "I knew I never should've trusted a word you said."

You turned away from her hurt expression -the sheer audacity she had, acting like she was the one whose heart was shattering- and ran out the front door of The Wreck before anyone could stop you, pretending not to hear their voices calling after your retreating back. You didn't know where your feet were taking you but you really didn't care, just as long as it was far, far away from your family.

You ran until your aching legs forced you to stop and you doubled over, hands on your thighs as you tried to catch your breath and it wasn't until you saw the water dripping onto the sidewalk beneath you did you realize you were crying. Footsteps slowed to a stop beside you and your braced yourself to hear Daisy's apology or worse, your mother's, but got Kiara's winded voice instead.

"Did you ever think about doing cross country? 'Cause holy shit," She gasped with her hands on her hips. "You can run."

Despite feeling like your whole fucking world was falling apart around you, you still managed a snort of laughter at your friend's remark and eagerly returned her embrace when she wrapped her arms around your shoulders, burying your face against her neck. She held you as you cried, running a soothing hand up and down your back until the rest of your friends pulled up in the Volkswagen and you found yourself crying on a different shoulder, one you knew better than your own.

The white hot fury had left your body and now all you felt was numb. Numb and empty and hollow as you quietly explained everything on the ride back to the Chateau, avoiding your friends' sympathetic stares by playing with a loose thread at the bottom of JJ's shirt. He ran a hand through your hair while you leaned against him and you let his touch slowly bleed life back into your heart.

"You're not leaving, okay? My parents love you so you can stay with me." Kiara declared later as you all lounged around the bonfire, passing a joint back and forth.

"Or me. My dad would probably let you stay if you helped out around the shop," Pope piped up, handing it over to you without taking a drag as John B added, "Me, too. We have an extra room."

"Tijuana's always nice, too, babe." JJ suggested, grabbing your hand holding the joint and bringing it to his mouth so he could take a hit. "Just a thought."

You smiled softly and took your own hit, slowly blowing smoke into the air. "You guys are the best. I doubt my parents'll change their minds...but I guess it wouldn't hurt to try." It would definitely hurt if your desperate bid to stay didn't work but you tried not to think about that and focused instead on having a good time with your friends, forgetting all about your phone that was switched to silent and burning a hole in your purse.

Later, after the others headed inside for the night and it was just you and JJ left, you were reminded of your fifteenth birthday. You'd laid like you were now, on a blanket under the stars beside a dying fire and you told him you loved him for the first time and as much as it tore you apart to know it might all come to an end, you didn't regret it. You didn't regret befriending Kiara back in eighth grade or letting the pogues become so important to you or falling so hard for the boy holding you in his arms. And right then, all you wanted to do was hold onto that feeling by showing him your love and getting loved in return.

You propped yourself up on your elbow and leaned down to kiss him, your other hand slipping under his shirt in the flickering glow of the flames and you smiled against his lips when he immediately rolled onto his back so you were on top, his hand doing some exploring of its own under your sundress.

"I don't want to feel anything but you tonight." You answered the question in his eyes when you broke apart some time later, both breathing heavily with your skirt hitched up over your thighs and his shirt tossed somewhere on the grass behind you. "Please."

"Here?"

You'd never fucked outside before but you figured now would be the perfect time to try and to be honest, you were too impatient to make it to a bed so you nodded, slowly rolling your hips against his. "Right here."

You lost yourself in the ardent touch of his calloused hands with the haze of smoke hanging in the cool night air, letting everything slip away until he was the only thing that remained. He was all you needed, tan skin slick with sweat and mouth searing hot, your nails trailing scratches down his back while your lips left smudged marks of blood red on his face. He took you higher and higher, doing exactly what you asked him to, over and over until you nearly forgot your own name and when you finally came back down, he held you close until your limbs stopped shaking and your heart slowed back to its normal rhythm.

"I don't want to lose you." You admitted quietly into the dark, wiping at a stubborn lipstick stain on the corner of his mouth and your thumb caught on his lip when JJ shook his head, then leaned down to drop a kiss at your hairline.

"You won't."

You wanted to believe him so badly it hurt but you didn't know if you could so instead you threaded your fingers through his hair and pulled him down to press your mouth to his, his cheek, his jawline, everywhere you could reach, drowning yourself in the right now in hopes that the future would never come.

"I love you, Y/N. Don't you dare forget it." He whispered it against the shell of your ear before trailing his lips down your neck and the light scrape of his teeth on your skin turned your voice into a breathless sigh as you repeated his words into the air, your back arching from the blanket when he hit a particularly sensitive spot and sent electricity racing through your veins. You may have spoken your love softly but you showed it fiercely, each touch a little harder than the last, each kiss a little rougher and together you burned through the dark like a funeral pyre.

Hope was a dangerous thing to feel; it was fragile and delicate, hard to keep but oh so easy to lose for someone like you, a girl who spent her whole life searching for a home, only to have it ripped away when she finally found it. It didn't matter what you said or how much you cried or even when Kiara and her parents advocated on your behalf, your time on the island was up and just like that, whatever hope you had left disappeared into thin air and left you wondering if you'd ever get it back again.

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reidingandwriting · 5 years

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Second Chances

Word Count: ~3900 words!!

Ship: Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader, Mother Figure!Pepper Potts x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Language throughout, Tony being an absent father, kidnapping (tried to keep as minimal details as possible), mention of experimenting, needles, gunshots, moderate angst throughout. Happy ending though!

You and your father Tony Stark always had a strained relationship. You blamed it on how similar your personalities were, but how different you were at the same time. You were both incredibly stubborn, you both believed you were always right, and you both believed it was too late to fix your relationship. That’s where the similarities ended. Tony was an expert in the STEM field, you excelled in the arts. He had hoped you would follow in his footsteps, take over Stark Industries when you were older. It’s not that you weren’t smart enough for the sciences and engineering, you were a Stark after all. But it wasn’t you, and you’d be damned if you studied a field you were miserable in just to make your father happy.

Tony thrived in social situations, meanwhile you would rather be in your bedroom (or your favorite place, the roof) with a good book. He’d be the center of attention during parties, being sure to talk to everyone and make new connections that could be beneficial for his company. You preferred talking to the staff working his extravagant parties, helping them out however you could and listening to their stories. Don’t tell the others, but your father’s trusty bartender Joseph was your favorite person to talk to.

After a few years, you accepted the fact that you and your father would never be as close as you had hoped. When you moved from Malibu with just your father and Pepper, to New York to live with your family and the rest of the Avengers, you were ecstatic. Pepper quickly got you enrolled into the best school in New York for the arts, and you thrived in the new school- especially compared to the STEM school you had left in Malibu. Your father was reluctant about your enrollment, but blew it off and worked on his next project in his lab. Life in New York was going great.

Until a new Avenger became recruited. Spider-Man, aka Peter Parker. And you couldn’t stand him. You were sure he was a good person, but when he strolled in and immediately became close with your father, you were jealous. Peter was everything Tony had hoped you would be, in your mind. Peter had looked up to your father since he was young, and he would do whatever your father asked as soon as the request left his mouth. Peter also excelled at and enjoyed all the science-y things your father did, and the two quickly became joined at the hip. During the weekend, Peter and Tony were attached at the hip, working in the lab until Pepper dragged the two of them out and sent each of them to bed. Whenever Peter stayed at his apartment in Queens with his Aunt May, Tony would often visit. If he wasn’t visiting, he’d stay in the lab and talk to Peter as he worked over video chat.

They also went on missions together, with Peter being an Avenger. You didn’t mind not being an Avenger, fighting and the whole superhero gig wasn’t really your scene. You did, however, love designing new suits for the team. These designs went unnoticed until Pepper found them, who showed them to Tony. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was very impressed with the designs you had done and immediately got to work on creating and testing the new suits. While you weren’t an Avenger, you were Tony Stark’s daughter. And that made you a target.

——

“Bye, Pep! I’m going to school!” You called out, your voice carrying throughout the tower. You heard the clicking of your mother figure’s heels and opened your arms, happily hugging her as she walked over.

“Bye, kid. Your father and I have to go away on business for the weekend, are you sure you’ll be fine on your own?” Pepper pulled back from the hug after a minute, attempting to pat down a few wild strands of your h/c hair. You laughed as she huffed, knowing your hair couldn’t be tamed.

“I’ll be fine, honestly. You worry too much.” You shifted the bag on your shoulders and smiled up at the redhead.

“It’s my job.” She smiled and pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head. “Are you sure you’ll be fine walking? Happy doesn’t mind driving you.” Pepper paused. “Speaking of Happy, he’ll come over tonight to come check on you, make sure you didn’t burn the tower down.” You rolled your eyes at her teasing tone.

“Hey! I’m an excellent cook. Of instant mac and cheese. And omelettes.” Pepper laughed loudly as you grinned. “But I’ll be fine. It’s a ten minute walk, I think my legs can manage.” While you weren’t an Avenger, Pepper, Happy, and Natasha made sure you had enough self defense training in case you ever needed it. You had real potential, Natasha knew it. But she wouldn’t push you into a lifestyle you didn’t want, any more than she had to.

“Mm, instant macaroni and omelettes, very high in nutritional value.” Pepper shook her head. “I’ll make sure Happy brings something for dinner.”

“Thank you, for everything.” You hugged Pepper once more before grabbing your phone. “I’ll see you Sunday night.” And after exchanging goodbyes, you were off on your way to school.

While walking to school, you felt like someone was following you. You glanced behind you, not seeing anyone suspicious. You quickened your pace, and you pulled out your phone to call Happy. Right before you clicked the ‘call’ button, you were snatched into an alleyway. You fought off the two men for as long as you could, until you felt a sharp pain in your head and you fell to the ground with a thud, unconscious.

When you regained consciousness, you found yourself in a makeshift cell on the floor. Your wrists and ankles were zip-tied together, wrists behind your back. You groaned and screwed your eyes shut from the bright fluorescent lighting, head throbbing.

“Look who’s awake. Glad you could finally join us, Y/N Stark.” The man stood in front of you smirked and glanced towards the other man in the room. “Imagine how much her father will pay to have her back. We’ll be set for life.”

“Sorry to disappoint.” You struggled to move into a sitting position. “You kidnapped the wrong person if you wanted any of my father’s money. He.. doesn’t care.” Your two captors ignored you as they left the room, leaving you alone in a small and barren room, except for your cell. You leaned your head against the cement wall and closed your eyes, praying for a miracle.

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Happy: Hey Y/N. I’m about to come over now, I’m getting dinner for you now.

Happy: Is Chinese okay?

Happy: I’ll get your usual, hope you’re in the mood for Chinese.

Happy: Y/N?

Happy: You better have a good excuse for not answering. You’re worrying me, kid.

Happy: *3 missed calls*

Happy: Y/N? I’m coming up to your room now.

Happy: *5 missed calls*

Happy: Y/N?? I’m calling Pepper now.

Happy: She’s not answering either.

Happy: *8 missed calls*

Happy: Y/N. When you see this, call me. Let me know you’re okay, kid.

Tony didn’t answer either. Not that they were ignoring Happy, they were both so busy with the meetings, neither of them had time to breathe hardly. Before they knew it, it was Sunday night and they made it home. They were surprised to be greeted by Happy and a few of the other Avengers, but not you.

“Hap? What’s going on? Rhodey?” Tony asked, panic clear in his voice.

“Where’s Y/N?” Pepper asked at the same time, knowing you never missed a chance to spend time with the team, especially Bucky.

“Y/N’s missing, Tones.”

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You stared at the wall in front of you, your heart having sunk into your stomach and been dissolved. You didn’t have a window or clock, but you knew it had been days now. No one was coming to rescue you.

One of your captors appeared in front of the cell door, his brow wrinkled softly, and a tray of food and bottle of water in hand. “I didn’t realize they wouldn’t come for you.” He admitted. “I’m.. I’m sorry.” You scoffed.

“Sorry for what? That they didn’t come? Or that you’re not getting any of my father’s money?” You sighed and spoke again after a minute of silence. “I knew he wouldn’t come for me. I thought maybe one of them would come. But they didn’t.” Your voice cracked and you blinked rapidly, holding back tears. “I expected it.” You looked up as you heard your cell door open and watched as the younger man came in, setting your tray down. He wordlessly took off the ties on your wrists, replacing it with a handcuff and had one of your wrists cuffed to a metal pipe.

“Scared I’m gonna run? Why would I?” Your voice trailed off to a whisper.

“Just.. precautionary measures. I know you need to eat.” He slid the tray to you, and you looked at him with an arched brow. “There’s nothing wrong with it. If you don’t want it-“

“No, please.” You cut him off. “I’ll take it.” You took the sandwich off the tray and began to eat. “Thank you.” He hummed in response and opened your water for you, and you relaxed when you heard the seal break. Untampered with. Thank god.

“I understand what you’re going through. Something similar happened with me and my brother. We were in this very building for days.” You listened to him as he talked, scarfing down the rest of your food. “My mom came and got my brother, and left me. Then they felt bad for me, and we made a deal. They’d let me go, if I did something for them.” You gave him a questioning look and he held his hand out. He stared at his hand in concentration, and your eyes widened as a small flame flickered above his palm. “They gave me these powers. That was twenty-five years ago.”

“Let’s not beat around the bush.” You speak up, the Stark in you coming out. “What exactly are you suggesting we do?” And when he finished explaining, your lips curved up into a smirk. “What are we waiting for?”

••••••••••••••••

A week later, Tony had tracked you down. It took him way longer than he’d like to admit to find you, but he finally knew where you were. You were now in what appeared to be an isolated warehouse in northern Massachusetts. It would be a quick flight on the quinjet, an hour at most. As Tony sat on the jet, his leg bounced nervously.

“What’s on your mind, Tony?” Steve took a seat beside Tony.

“What if she’s not happy to see me? What if she’s mad at me?” Tony looked everywhere but at Steve.

“She’s your daughter, Tony. And you’re her father.” Steve tried to ease his nerves and he snorted.

“Some father I’ve been. I can’t even remember the last conversation we had.” Steve frowned as he looked at Tony, noticing all the emotions in his eyes. “I wanted to be better than my father was, and I’ve been just like him.”

“And you recognize that, which is a big step. Now you just have to do better. Talk to her, spend time with her, let her know you love and support her. She’s sixteen now, and whether she acts like it or not, she still needs her dad.”

“I hope you’re right, Rogers.” Tony sighed as Natasha walked over, speaking softly.

“We’re landing in five minutes, Tony. Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

——

You were sitting in your makeshift bedroom, sitting on the uncomfortable bed. You stared up at the ceiling, rubbing your sore arm. You were let out of your cell a week ago, and you had begun undergoing experiments by your captors. You had been their lab rat non-stop for the last week, getting only a few hours of sleep each night, before going back to the lab for experiments.

You knew your arm was covered in needlepoint sized bruises and scars, and you tried not to look at it often. You didn’t want to become their test subject, but you knew you’d die in that cell before your father came to rescue you. You knew that taking this chance to get powers would be your only chance of making it out of here alive. You had a plan- let them run their experiments on you, train your powers enough, and get the hell out of there.

And by this point, you had given up on any of the team coming to find you. Did they even miss you? They were probably happy with Peter, they didn’t need you. You got snapped out of your thoughts with gunshots, loud bangs, and thuds. An alarm sounded through your room, and your eyes scanned the room for a possible hiding spot. Your powers were pretty weak at this point, so you couldn’t depend on them to protect yourself. You rushed into the bathroom and opened the cabinet under the sink, getting in and staying silent. Your senses were dialed to eleven. Your quiet breathing sounding like it was echoing in the cabinet. The faint sounds of the gunshots sounded deafening, and you flinched when you heard a loud bang against your bedroom door. You heard a thud and knew the door had been kicked open. You listened carefully when you heard voices, trying to recognize them.

“All clear. The room looks lived in, so be careful.” You froze when you heard Natasha’s voice. No, it couldn’t be them. Rustling followed her voice, and you knew they were looking through your things. You didn’t have much, but it was enough for them to identify you.

“This is Y/N’s hoodie.” A male’s voice spoke, one you quickly recognized as Bucky, which made your eyes water. You had missed him so much.

“Y/N?” Your blood ran cold at your father’s voice. He was here. You carefully shifted and mentally cursed when you hit your head on the piping of the sink. Shit.

“Was that you?” Bucky asked, and you heard the familiar cock of a gun.

“Wasn’t me.” Natasha held her gun out, eyes traveling the room. “There’s a bathroom. Tony?”

“On it.” The sound of your father’s suit as he walked got closer and you buried your face in your knees, trembling. His footsteps stopped and you felt like your heart would beat out of your chest. You heard his repulsor activate and saw the faint blue light as the cabinet door flew open. “Oh, my god.”

“Tony? Is everything-“ Bucky and Natasha walked in and they stopped when they saw you. “Y/N...” Natasha stepped out of the tiny bathroom, speaking into her coms.

“We found Y/N. Tell Banner to get the med bay ready for evaluation.” Bucky kneeled down to your level, Tony still speechless against the wall.

“Hey, kiddo.. Do you think you can come out of there for me?” Bucky’s voice was soft, softer than you had ever heard before. You shook your head, and Bucky nodded. “Okay, we can sit here until you’re ready.” Nat spoke to Bucky from the bedroom, telling him and your father that the building was now clear. The only people left standing were the team, and you. After what felt like ages to the three men and women in your room, you carefully started to crawl out of the cabinet. Right into Bucky’s arms. You broke down into sobs, clinging to the soldier.

“I-I’m... I’m so- I’m s-s-so” You stuttered and Bucky shushed you as he rocked you.

“Shhh, focus on your breathing. You’re safe now, I’ve got you, doll.” Tony watched as Bucky rocked you, feeling a pang in his heart. He excused himself and brushed past the two of you, and left the room. He wandered the halls and yelled as he blast a hole through a wall.

“What the hell are you doing?” Steve ran into the hall, putting his shield down when he saw it was Tony.

“Language.” Tony mocked and Steve rolled his eyes.

“Ha, ha, very funny. Such an original joke, haven’t heard that one before.” Steve walked to Tony and leaned against the wall. “What happened?”

“I.. I don’t know. We found her, and she’s doing about how you’d expect. And when I saw her, I froze. I have no idea what to say, what to do. I doubt she even wants me to talk to her after all of this.”

“Stark, no offense, but you really are an idiot for someone who’s supposed to be a genius.” Clint walked over, standing on the other side of Tony. “You two have a rough relationship. But after all of this, you can’t continue hiding from her. She needs you just as much as you need her.” Steve cleared his throat as Bucky and Nat walked into the hall. Bucky holding you protectively, and you held onto him as if your life depended on it.

“Alright.” Steve spoke after a bit of silence. “Let’s go home.”

——

The flight was over almost as soon as it started, and Bucky carried you towards the med bay. You quickly got out of his arms and ran to Pepper when you saw her, the two of you holding each other tightly. You shook as you held onto Pepper, and she held you close, trying to hold back the tears streaming down her face. You didn’t let go until Bruce awkwardly asked you to, hating to ruin your moment, but needing to evaluate you with Dr. Cho.

For the most part, you were in pretty good health. After your captors had let you out of your cell, they fed you regularly, you stayed hydrated and had free access to the bathroom and showers. Most of the physical injuries were due to the many experiments you underwent while with them, and Bruce was still in the lab to decipher what was now going through your bloodstream. Mentally, you weren’t as strong. You had trouble sleeping and often had nightmares when you finally fell asleep. You were much more reserved than before, and Pepper and Tony immediately pulled you from your school- until you were ready to return. Your relationships with all of the Avengers had taken a hit, but none worse than your father. You both knew you needed to talk to each other, but you didn’t know how. Pepper says you’re both too stubborn; she was probably right, but neither of you would admit it. It wasn’t until a month after your return that you and your father talked.

“Thought I’d find you here.” Tony spoke, walking over to you. “May I?” You nodded silently, eyes trained ahead of you as he sat beside you. “The view’s really nice from here, huh?”

“Please, cut the bullshit.” Your voice wavered as you looked at you dad, exasperated. “You didn’t come here to talk to me about the view. You haven’t talked to me in well over a month, and now you’re making small talk?” Your eyes softened when you saw his face fall. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too. I’ve been.. avoiding you, for lack of better word. I should’ve tried talking to you before today. Hell, I should’ve tried to talk to you years ago. I never should’ve let it get this bad, kid.” Tony sighed.

“It’s a two-way street, you know? I wasn’t trying too hard either.” You surprised him and yourself when you hesitantly rested your head on his shoulder. You felt him tense before relaxing and his arm wrapped around you. And you didn’t hate it. It felt nice? You looked out at the sunset as you enjoyed the moment with your father.

“I’m your father. I’m the bigger person, I should’ve done more than I did. I told myself I was going to be better than my dad, and I haven’t followed my word.” Tony looked at you, his heart swelling as he took in your features. You looked similar to him, much more similar than he noticed. With the sun hitting your face, you were glowing, healthy looking. You hadn’t looked this at ease in months.

“It’s rude to stare, you know?” You spoke, a playful smile on your lips. Tony rolled his eyes and chuckled softly.

“Way to ruin our moment.” Tony closed his eyes, leaning his head against yours. “Took us sixteen years to have one, now it’s ruined.”

“I think you’ll be fine.” You hummed, eyes closing as well. You sat in silence until your father spoke again.

“Y/N?” You glanced at him, your brown eyes meeting his. “I’m sorry. For everything. And I’m not asking for you to immediately forgive me, and we pretend like we’ve always had a good relationship. But I am asking for your forgiveness, and a chance to make up for all those years of being absent.” You could feel how nervous your father was and you offered him a smile.

“Maybe.. we could go out for breakfast tomorrow? There’s a cafe downtown Bucky took me to after my last recital, it’s not too far from here.” Your father nodded quickly and you smiled. “We should probably go inside before everyone starts looking for us.” Tony nodded as he carefully stood up, offering his hand to help you up. You took his hand, standing up. As you walked inside, neither of you paid any attention to the rest of the team looking at you in surprise. It would be a while before you and your father would be as close as you wanted to be, but you both were happy to have the chance to make things right.

••••••••••••••••

~3 months later~

“Let’s have one more round of applause for our drama class!” You beamed on stage, eyes squinted slightly from the spotlight. You had just finished your final play of the season, and you couldn’t be happier with how it turned out. You bowed with the rest of the cast on stage before heading backstage. You had just finished changing out of your costume when you heard a familiar voice.

“You were amazing out there, kid!” You heard Pepper’s voice first, and you walked over to her, hugging her tight.

“Thank you, Pep.” You smiled as you pulled back, your eyes meeting your father’s. You noticed the large bouquet of flowers in his hand and you quirked an eyebrow, looking at him.

“I thought that’s what parents did for their theatre kids, brought them flowers after a performance.” You smiled, taking the flowers from him.

“They’re beautiful, thank you.” You hugged the bouquet close, happy. You and Tony had made a lot of progress in the last few months. You spent time with him and Pepper often, you started training to strengthen your telepathic powers you got while in captivity, and Tony started coming to your recitals and plays.

“You’re welcome, Y/N. I, uh, I also wanted to tell you- I’m really.” Your dad stammered and you walked to your dad, placing your hand on his cheek as you looked into his eyes. ‘I’m really proud of you, kid. I’m sorry it took me so long to be the father you deserve. I love you, Y/N/N.’ Your eyes watered as you hugged your dad tight, which Tony quickly returned.

“I love you too, Dad.”

Taglist: @daughter-of-stark @agent-barnes40 @spideygirl2003 @ditttiii ❤️ Taglist AND requests are currently open. This was my longest fic yet! I’m not sure if it’s my best by any means, but I really loved the ending especially 🥺 I’m currently trying to write new characters, please let me know if you have any characters you’d like to see :)

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beyoncesdragon · 4 years

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title: tongue tip trip

➳ pairing: harry styles x reader, best friends to lovers trope but a bit different.

➳ summary: Harry eats edibles and you come to the rescue...despite almost four months of no talking and zero communication.

➳ warnings: Harry eats edibles, swearing and some fluff, it’s also fan fiction so its ✨unrealistic✨ okay, also its 1AM I wanna sleep

➳ a/n: I love this one tbh. but please don’t do drugs children

Jeff hardly ever called you. Even when Harry and you had still be close, him calling you was a rarity. But when he then did, you couldn't help but feel a bit worried at the sign of his user ID flashing up on your phone. This time was no exception, but besides worry there was also surprise and a whole bunch of uncomfortable memories and unsaid words. You hadn't heard from him (or Harry) in weeks. Sure, Jeff and you still sometimes texted a bit, you also were still in good contact with Claire and especially Mitch and you still got along. Harry and you...well, that was a different and longer story.

Harry and you used to be very close friends. Means, helping him what socks to choose before performing-close friends. You had met a year in Harry going solo, you a simple assistant engineer and him the highly praised Popstar. The two of you had quickly bonded over a few glasses of chilled white wine in the humid air of Jamaica and soon your friendship blossomed in the most beautiful ways. Well it did until you, obviously, started to feel a bit more for the singer. Now, that alone wasn't a problem itself, the fact that Harry knew (you had told him after a few weeks of awkward suffering) wasn't either. The problem was that Harry acted like a dick to anyone you brought around, up to the point where you seemingly couldn't ever date again. Of course Harry wasn't a straight up asshole to them, he still had a reputation to maintain, but he knew how to get under their skin. Just toying with their self-confidence and subtly making them feel like the biggest losers. Oh and, the absolute worst part, all whilst having a girlfriend himself. Which eliminated the possibility of him having feeling for you as a reason why he acted like a jerk. And that angered you more and more and it all escalated in a big, nasty and hurtful fight, around four - five months ago. Since then you hadn't talked, texted or seen each other.

It had been a big change of habit not to get up and first check the phone for messages of him, or simply FaceTime him to check up on his schedule. No spending time at cafes or at the studios with him and the rest of the team. Lucky thing you had other jobs running, on other albums and in other studios around Malibu than his.

He was currently recording music at the Shangri-La studios in Malibu, maybe ten minutes from your flat by car. Which had been described as a "lucky and obviously unplanned extra" by Harry himself, followed by a cheeky grin. You had just rolled your eyes, but secretly happy that he had cared about you being near during his writing process. But now it only left a sour aftertaste in your mouth.

With a sigh you pulled the key out of the ignition and picked up the phone. You figured you could also wait in the parking lot for a few more minutes.

"Hello?"

"Sweetheart? Jeff's here..." you hummed softly, leaning back.

"Hello there Jeff. Everything alright?" you could hear him cough slightly, before he answered with a weird lilt to his tone. He sounded somewhat stressed out. "Yeah, everything's fine...how have you been?" you shrugged lightly, inspecting your nails.

"Fine. Working and stuff. I guess same for you?" he was quick to agree, again with that weird cough.

"Everything okay Jeff? Something happened?" you finally asked, tired of his obvious tip toeing around the real issue. He knew that you weren't so stupid to believe that Jeff had just called you to check up on you at five in the afternoon.

"Well not...quite. I - uh...it's because of Harry. Now, listen, I know the two of you did not part in like, the best ways but..." you couldn't help but close your eyes with a slight wince, "...but you've got to believe me, it's an emergency, kinda." You just sighed.

"Kinda?" he hummed, saying nothing for a few seconds. "Do I need to talk to him?" you asked into the silence. Jeff was quick to say no however. "Uh...rather not, actually." You blinked surprised.

"Rather not? Is he drunk?" not that this would be a first, Harry being drunk caller by nature. If he was lucky he then would find himself calling someone like Paul, his old bodyguard, few months ago maybe you, just not one of his exes or someone else you probably shouldn't call anyways – especially not drunk. But this time it didn't seemed to be like that, since Jeff answered hesitantly. "Not exactly, no." your frown deepened at his words, feeling slight annoyance creeping up. "Jeffrey! What's the matter? Is he hurt? In an accident? Called his ex? Called Zayn? What is it? Just tell me already!"

Jeff sighed deeply. "He's high." A relieved huff left your lips. That wasn't half as bad, wasn't it? "That's it? Little weed hurts no body, besides I would've been more concerned if he would've drank. Besides, he almost never does weed..." Jeff interrupted you quickly. "Not exactly weed sweetheart. You remember the uh, edibles I told you about, the ones we stored in the fridge..." A deep groan escaped your lips.

"Are you kidding me?" you groaned, shaking your head. "Well no. However, he accidentally bit of his tongue tip, few minutes ago." Your hand dropped from the steering wheel and smashed down and you accidentally honked, immediately getting confused and outraged looks from the cars passing by.

"He did WHAT?" you meant to hear a smile in Jeff's voice, underneath all the layers of just mild concern. "Yeah's a little unfortunate." you just huffed. A little unfortunate, if that's what they decided to call it, then fine. Nonetheless, Harry should probably visit a doctor. "Can he still sing?" you asked, somewhat defeated. The noise behind Jeff increased, you assumed that he was entering the studio again. "Hold on a sec...can you hear him?" And oh how you could hear him.

He was singing, no yelling on top of his voice, trying to outmatch the speakers that were thumping Paul McCartney's "Too Many People", though unmistakably mumbling a little. Just the sound of his voice made your heart clench in pain a little.

"Yeah I can." You mumbled, wishing for Jeff to talk over Harry's voice again. "So his career isn't in danger right? Means I can just..." Jeff sighed deeply, pleadingly.

"Y/N, please...he needs medical care." You pouted displeased, spinning the car keys in your fingers. "And you cant drive him because...?" this time he definitely laughed. "What do you think? Harry being the only one on drugs?" you shrugged. "You don't sound like you would bite your tongue off..." he just huffed. "That's because I only had a glass of white wine, but never drink and drive..." you let out a loud laugh, starting your car. "Oh sure! And don't mix drugs with alcohol, right?" he chuckled softly. "Course not. We're that responsible, you know." you just hummed unconvinced, sighing again.

"Okay fine. I'll pick him up." Jeff released a long breath before thanking you warmly. "Thank you so much, angel...how long will you take, you think?" your eyes darted from the rear-view mirror to the road behind the parking lot, before you shifted the reverse gear again to leave the parking.

"About 10 minutes? Maybe?" you guessed, eyeing the traffic suspiciously. It wasn't rush-hour just yet, but there were still plenty of cars on the road. "Okay...oh hi Harry." You immediately tensed up, swallowing hard when you heard Harrys deep voice again.

"Who y'takin to?" Harry spoke as if he had a full mouth, trying not spit out its content. "Oh just...Y/N." Jeff answered truthfully. Harry then said something you couldn't quite understand before Jeff ushered him to go away again with the words; "She'll come in a few minutes anyways." It made you swallow heavily; had Harry asked to talk to you? You stopped the thoughts and focused on the road again. "I'll see you in five." And with that you hung up.

❦

Harry and Jeff were already waiting in front of the studio when you pulled up, Harry having a bloody cloth pressed to his mouth. They looked like father and son, right off the principal's office for starting a fight on campus. It almost made you laugh. Then your eyes met and the amusement left your body as quickly as it came. You were not ready to face him again, even after all those months.

"Thank you so much Y/N, I owe you...you good H?" Jeff asked as he opened the passenger door. "Yeh, m'fine, fanks." Harry mumbled, eyes darting up to meet yours, just to look away immediately. "We'll be back soon." You sighed, not yet ready to properly greet Harry. Or look at him, for starters. To be fair, he wasn't doing any better. "Sure. I hope he doesn't bleed on your seats." Jeff joked, well aware of the weird tension. You just shrugged, waving him goodbye. "See you in a few Jeff." Or not, but you didn't know that yet.

The ride was almost completely silent expect for the time where you asked if he was okay and he mumbled a "yeh". The radio was filling the silence and you were glad for it. The songs weren't that good at the moment, you just wanted something to be loud and talking, even if it was just the obnoxious radio host who kept cutting off the songs. That was until "Change" by RM and Wale started to play and you perked up immediately. A happy smile crept on your face as you recognised the tune. You yourself had helped with the song and you proudly acknowledged the credit they gave you. You hadn't expected it to be played over here in America, but you were happy it was. Harry had obviously noticed your change of behaviour and carefully peaked over.

"Y'know tha'shong?" you nodded, momentarily forgetting that Harry and you hadn't interacted the last ten minutes. "Helped write it. With Namjoon, aka. RM and Wale." Harry nodded slowly. "Ish Namjhoon f'om...?" he tried and you nodded. "BTS? Yeah." He just nodded again. The next second Wale already mentioned BTS in his verse and Harry huffed. "Oh."

"I've sheen - seen the pictures of you n'him." you quirked an eyebrow. "Yeah? Well, he was nice." Harry nodded again, another stolen glance into your direction. "Lishten..." he started but you cut him off. You already knew what he was about to say anyways.

"Let's not have this conversation now Harry. Please. Let's talk when there isn't blood gushing from your mouth." He nodded, but his shoulders relaxed a little bit. After all, he was glad you were up to talk, even if it wasn't just right now, but a bit later on. He had time anyways. He peaked over again, taking in the sight of you. Your hair was now longer than last time and your face somehow sharper – maybe you had lost weight. Also, there was a soft frown etched in between your brows, and there wasn't this soft glow you've always carried in your eyes. Long story short: You looked worn out and stressed, and Harry couldn't really tell if it was because you were sat in the same car as he was, or if it had to do with something else that was going on.

"How're ya?" it slowly got painful to speak, the edible was definitely wearing off now, but Harry still tried. He had missed your voice after all, it didn't matter how cold your tone had become. Just at the mentioning of that Namjoon you had sounded more like the Y/N he knew.

"I've been okay. Had lots of work...different countries and continents. S'been a busy few months." You felt unsure as how to talk to him, of you were fully honest. Should you say that you had absolutely hated working in Malibu since the fight? Should you say that you hadn't slept properly because you hated having fights with friends? Especially close friends? He probably knew anyways. Harry always knew somehow.

"I wont ask you about yourself until your tongue is patched up again, though. So you better shut up Styles." He chuckled softly, and the hint of the old Harry and Y/N relationship seemed to spark up again. The last five or so minutes were spent in silence again, but comfortable this time.

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Luckily Harry did not go recognised by anyone else than the Doctor. And the doctor probably only realised fully, because she asked for the name. Harry, still not fully functionable, had then looked over to you, expecting you to do the talking. Which made sense, of course, but truth behold, he had just forgotten his middle and last name. And the address of the place he was staying at (the studios) was completely wiped from his memory. He was lucky you were with him. It also turned out that he had completely bit off a few millimetres of tongue, a clean bite. You had almost gaged at those words and Harry had supressed a grin. It meant that Harry needed no stitches (apparently it was sort of possible to stitch a tongue back together), but daily check-ups and cleaning or cleansing of the mouth was mandatory.

"Check the injurie daily for changes in appearance or feel. Wounds in the mouth that are clean and healthy may appear light pink to white." She had started to almost exclusively talk to you, aware of Harry's partly delirious state, giving you all the information you needed to patch him up a bit. You nodded slowly.

"Alright. Just...how do you cleanse the mouth?" The Doctor gave you a kind smile. "Very easy. Rinse the mouth with a saltwater solution after eating to ease pain and keep the wound clean. That is very important, so the wound doesn't infect. The saltwater solution is just one teaspoon of non-iodized salt mixed in one cup of warm water." You nodded slowly. "One last thing: if the colour of the wound changes, starts bleeding again, swells up or you notice a visible deformity, immediately come back. Also, if the pain intensifies and does not improve within two hours of taking over-the-counter pain medication, such as ibuprofen or acetaminophen, have somebody call us, or better come around. That is all we can do right now."

You were almost happy when you could leave the hospital with him, especially because Harry now grew tired and needy. You weren't sure if the disappearing edible had that effect or if you had just forgotten how clingy Harry could get, but you had troubles getting him to let go of your arm and sit into the car. And your deeply hidden and buried feelings for him slowly made an unwanted comeback, and you were not quite excited for that. You should've known that they would come again, after all, you never really got over him in the first place.

Harry insisted on you staying the night. He blabbed something about risk of getting kidnapped and abused at night alone (not entirely wrong, sadly) and him not letting his friend leave at hours that late and also he apparently needed you if something happened again. He just wouldn't admit that he couldn't let you walk out the door because he feared you wouldn't come back. as if you could just do that after today. But whatever it was, you did stay. In one of the three bedrooms of the Studio you had claimed a bed, and even got some spare clothes for sleep from Claire herself. You had called her, asking for them, as they had all already left.

Just when you thought you were done for the day, teeth brushed and dressed in Claires 1975 shirt size XL, you hear a knock on your door. "Come in?" You knew it was Harry, that wasn't the part that surprised you. the part that surprised you, was that it was Harry with a tray and on that tray were cups and kettle and it smelled like camomile tea and honey. And cookies, with chocolate chips even and some grapes.

"Hi." He just whispered, embarrassment written all over his face. "Hi?" you weren't sure how to react to this but quickly patted on the bed next to you. "Wanna sit down? Or wait, sHit down, as you would say it." He giggled softly, before he nodded and carefully sat down opposite of you, balancing the tray carefully between the two of you.

"I figured it would be better to talk now in peace? If you're up to, f'course." You couldn't help the small smile that crept onto your face. "Shure." You mocked his lisp and he huffed at that, swatting his hand into your direction. "Shtop it really hurt." You just rolled your eyes at him, motioning towards the tray between the two of you. "That's very cute by the way. I love camomile tea with honey." He grinned smugly. "I know." The tea steamed softly when he poured it into the cups, his brows furrowed in concentration to not spill it on the sheets. You watched him with a fond look in your eyes. You hadn't been fully aware of how much you had really missed him in all these months. Right now it felt like the feeling was overwhelming and would crush you out of a sudden.

"Everything a'ight?" Harry's concerned voice ripped you from your thoughts and you blinked quickly. Your eyes had started to water and you looked away embarrassed. "Yeah...guess I just missed you." his eyes immediately went soft, and he set the cups down on the tray.

"I missed ye too." He said, sounding a bit helpless. You cleared your throat, shaking your head quickly.

"Okay so what happened that day; Harry I want to sincerely apologise. What I said went too far." He just smiled softly. "I should've went first. S'my fault after all, let's not beat around the bushes. I am sh-sorry. I shouldn't've said all those things, it was truly horrible. You're not clingy, you don't ever bothered me and also, the men you brought around weren't all dicks. And yes I did ruin it purposely." He couldn't even look at you anymore, shame so obvious in his face and voice and body language. "It's fine...I could've dated anyone anyways that time." You tried softly, swallowing down the "Still can't, believe me, I tried." He just shook his head. "No, really Y/N, that was extremely hurtful and inappropriate and I was the biggest...dick to do all that. I am so sorry. You had all right on earth to walk out like that. and to call me a heartless, self-absorbed douche, I guess I deserved that...that and all the other things you called me." that did make you laugh a bit.

"Arrogant son of a bitch? That one?" he grinned softly. "Exactly that one. I uh, used that, by the way. In a song, I hope you don't mind." Your eyebrows shot up at that. "You called yourself an arrogant son of a bitch?" He nodded sheepishly. "An arrogant shon of a bitch who can't admit that he is shorry, and I quoted that." you laughed now, loudly. "Bit harsh, innit?" he shrugged, coquettishly raising the tea cup to his lips. "Heard it from shomewhere." You just hummed softly, lifting your cup as well.

A deep sigh rose your chest as you looked at him again, that bright flicker in his eyes again, that lopsided smirk he wore so well. You knew that your crush was back on fully, but right now you didn't even minded it. Harry gave you a small smile, the mischief slowly draining from his green eyes. he seemed to catch on to that shift of your emotions and carefully placed his cup down on the tray, before then carefully placing the tray on the floor and opening his arms.

"C'mere?" you did, immediately.

And for the first time in months you could fully relax. Surrounded by Harry's scent in Harry's arm and listening to Harry's heartbeat. Completely absorbed and surrounded by everything you loved. "Sorry." You mumbled into the fabric of his shirt, feeling how his arms tightened around you. "Me too. I fucking misshed you." you chuckled softly. "Misshed you too, shon of a bitch." His laughter sent vibrations through your body.

"About that Korean dude..." Harry suddenly asked, making your peak up to him. "Namjoon? What about him?" he cleared his throat. "Just...did you like, date or something?" you grinned softly.

"Pretty sure he had something going on with a girl the time I was over there. Maybe he still has. Why? You wanna scare him off again?" he just laughed. "I don't do that anymore. I was just...curious you know. You've always had a thing for these Korean men." You grinned softly.

"Are you now talking Stray Kids or Bangtan or EXO or GOT7..." Harry groaned, "so what. You got something to say about that?" he shook his head. "Course not." You hummed. "And what do you mean, I don't do that anymore? Why did you even do it, like in the first place?" Harry sighed very deeply at that.

"I guess because...okay, promise you listen to the end and don't get upset with me too much, yeah?" you frowned, a bit mentally preparing yourself for whatever was about to follow.

"Okay? Promised."

"Alright, now...I think I couldn't just...let you be and date who you want because I am a very selfish person? I know I know, you probably think: but selfish about what and I can only confess...probably you? No, not probably, I am sure." The words were bubbling out of him as if someone flipped a switch and now he couldn't stop anymore. "I couldn't see you date someone else and...give them all of your attention. And I know, I myself was in a relationship during that time, I know, but I just...I can't describe it." Your eyes grew wider and wider with every hasty rambled sentence and your lips were slightly parted. "It was as if was...jealous, which is weird because I wasn't into you then, no offense please, I mean I had a girlfriend..."

"Hold on, what do you mean, wasn't into you then?" you cut him off and Harry literally froze. His eyes went wide with realisation and his mouth opened, as if he would try to reply something; but there was no sound. All he could think of, was one word, all in capital letters and blinking red: fuck.

"I uh, did I say then?" you clicked with your tongue, an amused grin flitting over your face.

"You did." A blush now covered his cheeks and he cleared his throat eagerly. You moved away from his embrace to get a better look at the man sitting in front of you.

"You did say then. Something changed?" your tone was joking but hidden beneath the layers of sarcasm there was a flicker of something else...hope.

"I...I mean I don't...would it be like...do you still feel the same?" you didn't immediately answered, trying to process what you were hearing. After weeks of pinning and then months of not talking at all, he was confessing – or somewhat confessing – that there was a chance that he now actually liked you back? How was that even possible?

Harry however read your silence as something else than confusion and being overwhelmed with the situation. His face fell from nervous to disappointed and hurt, though he tried to mask those emotions quickly. "Which is of course fine and like, obviously you don't, I mean..." he spoke, and it wasn't entirely clear if he was talking to you or himself.

"I didn't even answer H." you mumbled, tilting your head. "Of course you di- wait what do you mean?" there was this same spark of hope in his voice as there had been in your voice. "If I told you, that nothing changed, what would that mean?" you breathed after a second of hesitation and staring into his wide eyes, filled with fear, nervousness, hope and...vulnerability. At your words there was a small smile that started to tug on his lips, like a light igniting his eyes.

"It would mean that I...uhm, I would then shoot my shot?" you couldn't help it.

"Was that hard to say?" he blinked confused. "Shoot your shot..." you teased and he groaned loudly. "Oh hush, you are unbearable." You giggled, winking obnoxiously. "You decided to eat those edibles. Also, I am worth a shot, no?" he huffed, leaping forwards to pull you back into his arms. "Oh definitely..." you grinned up at him before your breath hitched in your throat at the realisation of his sudden closeness. Eyes flickering to his lips you just waited. But when he leaned in you cleared you throat softly, making him halt. "Before you do that...just please tell me why now." He never moved back just pressed his lips together for a second, thinking of the right choice of words. "In those month where we didn't talk, I had a lot, and I mean a lot of time to think and reflect about the whole situation. About you, about how I felt about you and your partners, how your confession had changed the way I saw or felt certain things...also, Jeff's talked a lot with me about it. The fight and stuff. And then when I saw you again I just...knew? I don't know..." you cut him off with a short nod.

"Okay that's good, now kiss me please." He just laughed before finally, finally closing the gap between the two of you.

And your lips on his made him feel better, lighter and higher than any fucking edible could've ever made him feel.

here are flowers for u, if u rly read this ily 💐💐💐

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The Magic Touch (Male Sorcerer!Reader x Peter Parker)

Requested by @acoustickitten

It’s hard being apprentice to the Sorcerer Supreme.

Like, having to live with your teacher hard.

At least Wong sometimes comes around and helps you work on your technique.

Strange - sorry, Dr. Strange - is a terrible teacher, and you mostly have to learn things yourself.

Kind of the way he did.

Wait a minute - is he actually a good teacher????

But this is the New York Sanctum, not Kamar-Taj. You don’t have to be a monk for years to learn magic with Dr. Strange.

So he makes sure you take lots of breaks.

It’s always at odd times, because while learning, you’re basically on a med student’s schedule

Which is to say you never sleep.

Now we know why that honey tea is so awesome

So you’re walking the streets of New York when someone comes to mug you.

Cause it’s the big city, and it’s late, and you’re alone, and you look like an average kid, not a magical powerhouse who can rewrite reality.

But, surprise, surprise, someone comes to your rescue.

Swinging out of nowhere is a brightly colored figure that shoots webs and stuff, nailing the would-be mugger and pinning him to the wall.

And then the spider person thing sees you.

“Uhhh...” he says. You stay silent.

“Uhhh...”he repeats. You remain silent.

“uhhh....hey there.” he finally makes out, although his voice cracks wildly.

You wave your hands and slip into the Mirror Dimension, and Peter goes nuts. You make your escape to the Sanctum, heart beating fast. Even though you’ve never seen his face, there’s something oddly endearing about the way he seemed bowled over by you.

And the next day at school Peter’s not listening in chemistry and is sketching you and your weird sorcerer’s robes and your beautiful face.

“Who’s that?” Ned whispers.

Peter hides it. “Nobody.”

MJ leans over and snatches it from his other side. “A boy? You got a crush or something?”

“...No.

“Then why the little hearts? Huh?”

And you must have the worst luck ever. Because you run into him again.

“We’ve gotta stop meeting like this.” He says in a deep voice, though oddly, as though reciting

He’s asked Karen to feed him lines.

“We haven’t actually met.” you remind him.

“Uhh...well, sweet-cheeks, no time like the present.”

And then a mugger - that same poor deluded man from last night - attacks you.

You whip him with strands of golden energy and then hurl him through a sling portal, depositing him in downtown Singapore.

“WHOA! HOW DID YOU DO THAT?”

And now that he knows you’re a superhero, he immediately takes of his mask. “I’m Peter!”

And now, basically, you’re best friends.

Every break you get is spent either at May’s or with Peter, Ned, and MJ

MJ likes drawing you doing magic. She says it’s even better than her series on souls in crisis.

Ned likes to ask questions about magic, such as if you had to go to school, like in Harry Potter, or if you have to have components for spells all the time. You teleport with him and the others to Malibu for an afternoon, and he is stunned.

Peter has to work up the courage to ask you out.

He gets tips from May, who is even better than Karen.

Just be yourself, sweetie. Oh, and tell him you lorb him. He’ll like that.”

But you ask him out first. You teleport him to Paris and you ask him to be your boyfriend under the Eiffel Tower.

And yes, before you say it, it is magical.

Being supportive as shared students. You cheer him on when he aces a test, he cheers you on when you learn a new spell.

Cheek kisses always because you are shy but you want to show affection.

May thinks it’s adorable

Dr. Strange doesn’t realize until a lot later that you are dating Peter.

when he finds out... *eye roll from the good doctor*

“Really, Y/N? The Spider-boy? I thought you had better taste than that.”

“Doctor, with that goatee, I don’t think you’re allowed to critique someone else’s taste.

Peter still doesn’t realize Strange is an actual doctor.

“Do you get to be a doctor in magic, too? Can I call you Dr. Y/N?”

Peter and you like to cuddle. Also, you tend to fall asleep on him because you’re so tired, and he doesn’t want to move you.

May has a five-minute video on her phone of Peter trapped under you and mouthing at May with increasing desperation because he has to go to the bathroom. Lots of snickering from May can be heard, until finally you wake up and she quickly ends the video.

Just a really wholesome, happy relationship.

#male reader #peter parker x male reader #spiderman headcanons #doctor strange headcanons #marvel headcanons #headcanons

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melo-yello · 5 years

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Zero Part 2 (Sweet Pea x POC Reader)

Pairing(s): Sweet Pea x POC Reader

Warning(s): It only gets fluffier, more goofy ass nicknames, and tons of cursing/mild confrontation

Word Count: 2,3k+

Summary: River Vixen Reader is flunking Trig but a certain leather jacket clad math wiz is here to help her out.

A/N: I kno 3 or 4 weeks is a lot longer than soon but it took a minute to get it the way I like it but it's here now so 🙌 Comment and I'll add you to the Taglist.

“V that's what I'm saying Arch is loyal to fault letting him into your world won't scare him away. Tell her B.” You affirm walking out of your 2nd block English class. You toss Betty a light elbow to get her attention.

“Yea Veronica, he's kinda blind like that. He'd stick by you no matter what you do.” She spits shooting Veronica a death glare before out pacing the both of you.

You trade glances between where Betty was standing and Veronica with her head down.

“What just happened?” You question placing a hand on her shoulder. She sighs heavily.

As if his spidey senses went off Archie appears out of nowhere snaking his arms around her waist and pecking her cheek.

“Hey Ronnie. Hey Y/n. What's up?” He chuckles.

“Nothing just that my best friend hates me.” Veronica says leaning into him.

Well my work is done here, Archie to the rescue.

“Ronnie that's not true-” is all you hear as you take the perfect opportunity to sneak off and meet up with Sweet Pea even though your inner gossip was dying for you to stay.

He doesn't seem like he has much patience for waiting.

You ease into library without so much as a sound. The place is practically a dead zone. You are sure you spot a couple spiders packing their things and leaving.

A quick snort escapes you as you stifle the swelling laughter at your own joke.

“Hey Wilber, I'm over here.” Sweet Pea says waving three shelves down by a window in a corner.

“Hahaha. Did you come up with that all by yourself, 21 Jump Street.” You snip back sitting across from him as you hand him your homework.

“Would you prefer-Jesus Y/n?!?” He nearly shouts with his jaw slacked as he lays eyes on the cluttered first problem on you homework, “You weren't kidding about needing tutor. Hell maybe a miracle worker is better match, Helen Keller.”

You roll your eyes to stare out the window as you twirl a curl around your finger while balancing a cheek on your fist. You try your best not to look as hurt as you feel pressing a stoic anger into your features instead.

Even strangers could tell I'm stupid.

“If I'm too stupid to help that's all you had to say.” You mutter wishing this kinda stuff didn't make your head spin.

“A dumb cheerleader what a sur-” He paused catching the expression on your face. He could tell that he struck a nerve. He has definitely hurt your feelings and for some reason he cared.

“Fuck you pal, but that's what I'm good at! Thought I was good at the school thing too but APPARENTLY NOT! If I wanted to get made fun of I would've just asked one those stuck up assholes from my side of town so they can at least gossip behind my back.” You yell as you stand slamming your hands on the wooden table.

Sweet Pea stands, looking just as indignant as you.

“What the hell gave you the idea us Southsiders would be any better, Y/n! We're just people!”

“I didn't ask the Southside! I asked you! And I guess I thought you of all people weren't mean for sport!”

Sweet Pea's face holds its waning rage for a moment longer as his gaze meets yours. Neither you or him willing to back down.

He sits snatching up the pen and turning attention back to his corrections on your homework.

“Hey,” this time his voice much softer than it has ever been directed toward you, “do you have your test? I need to see all the things you're doing wrong if I'm gonna have you ready for the next one.” He sighs apologetically with his eyes trained on the page scribbling away.

You clear your throat and his eyes gaze up to meet yours.

A look of shock settles on to your features as you search his dark eyes for a hint of sarcasm. You sit down and gingerly pass him your paper.

“You really think you can?” You question waiting for him to pull the rug from under you so you could storm out.

“Shit, I taught Fangs square roots, didn't I?” Sweet Pea grins over confidently taking the test and flipping through it as he slides your homework over.

“You know I don't actually know who that is?” You say blankly as you try to imagine what a guy named Fangs would even look like before looking at what he'd done to your homework.

“Not the point. The point is you're in good hands.” He nods.

“Alright, Allstate. As long as you know you're gonna have to do a lot of explaining.” You say screwing up your face as you try your best to make sense of the corrected work.

“That's okay I like being right,” He smiles before looking up at you, “...and for the record I don't think you're stupid.”

You just nod so glad that your embarrassment couldn't be seen on your brown skin.

“Okay your biggest problem is that you've swapped the trig functions reciprocals. Like you put sine with secant and cosine with cotangent.” He says slowly pointing to the first couple test problems he had started to correct.

The majority of the session is spent with him re-explaining concepts and reworking the test.

The bell rings as you stuff your papers in bag. The idea of passing Trig seeming a little less impossible.

“What do I owe you, Grease Lightning?” You say putting a firm negotiating face on. Doing your best to suppress the smirk that keeps trying to work its way on your face.

“Hmm you'll probably being needing help at least 4 days out of the week. I don't do weekends or Fridays. So 25 for each session and an IOU biweekly sounds fair to me?” He says extending his hand for you to shake.

“Why the IOU?! What the hell is that good for?...I'm not that kinda-!”

“Don't worry Ms.Prude and Prejudice I'm a serpent not a sleaze. They're not interchangeable. It's just for leverage.” He cuts you off with a pointed look.

“What kind of leverage, Gangsta's Paradise?” You hiss with crossed arms with your lips tight.

“Considering you hang out with Cheryl Blossom queen bitch of screwing the Southside over at this school and Veronica Lodge the master manipulator that even lies to her friends forgive me if I don't trust you or your judge of character, L/n.” he says confidently. A smug grin spreading across his face.

You feel a rebuttal crawl up, but swallowed it just as quickly.

As rudely as he put it, he had a point. For an outsider looking in there's plenty of room for suspicion.

“Rude, but true. What does my judge of character say about you then, Pea.” You shrug extending your hand to him.

“Just that even Pep Squad Prima Donnas get lucky...Insanely lucky.” He nods taking your hand in his.

…

“How long does it take to pick a lock, Sticky Fingers. We're gonna get caught.” You whisper peering out the boys locker room door then back at Sweet Pea finally prying open the last locker.

“Get your panties out of a wad, Malibu Barbie. That was seven lockers in less than two minutes.” Sweet Pea says tying the cords of five party poppers to the inside of the locker door.

He takes a step back surveying his handy work. Seven lockers hold a special surprises for the football team, alternating between party poppers and those popper firecrackers. Sweet Pea tilts his head to the side and extends his hand palm up to you.

“I think, Mantle gets the firecrackers too.” He nods as you hand him the bag.

“So is this how you tell all the pretty boys you have a crush on them?, or just our beloved team captain. Reggie should be faltered.” You laugh stuffing a hand full of poppers in your pocket for later.

“As if, drug selling rich assholes aren't my type, Y/n. This is how you tell Northside shits, no offense, there are consequences to chaining our bikes together in the parking lot without getting suspended at the same time.” He says emptying the entire bag inside before shutting the door tight.

“None taken. What is your type then, Sweets?” You say shutting a locker or two and heading for the door.

“Oh just the know it all, stubborn as hell, loudmouth type with the most obnoxious sense of self entailment and the shortest fuse imaginable and most importantly someone who pretends to be a total hard ass but actually is a complete softy. Oh, not to mention they probably think they're absolutely hilarious and are not.” He says shutting the remaining lockers before smiling at you with a self assured grin.

His dark brown eyes met yours fiercely like he's daring you.

“You just described yourself, Romeo.” You snort rolling your eyes to the back of your skull and shaking off the creeping gooey feeling in your chest.

In the past couple of weeks this has become your unspoken game. One trying to rattle the other.

“What can I say the heart wants what the heart wants,” Sweet Pea shrugs now standing over you.

You don't budge. You just bat your eyelashes and place a hand on his forearm.

“So helping me pass this next quiz is a work of philanthropy and on the house because that's what my heart wants.” You say flashing sly grin up at him.

“Nice try, Casanova. Not a chance you're buying lunch plus a dessert.” Sweet laughs eyeing your hand as he opens the door.

You snatch your warm brown fingers away and step into the hallway. It's almost empty save for a couple kids at their lockers.

As you step out you spot a certain football team captain shutting his locker and eyes landing on you.

Uh oh.

You skid back into the taller teen behind you as Reggie locks eyes with you from across the hall. His eyes nearly glow red as he makes his way over to the closing locker room.

“THIS BETTER NOT BE WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!” Reggie shouts glaring over your head at Sweet Pea.

“DOES IT LOOK LIKE I GIVE A FUCK WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE TO YOU, MANTLE.” The taller teen fires back tugging you behind him.

“I'M NOT TALKIN TO YOU, SNAKE! N/n, is this bag of dicks bothering you?!?” Reggie's tone softens automatically when addressing you.

“Reg, I'm fine! Mind your own fucking business!” You scowl trying to push pass Sweet Pea.

“YOU MAKIN MOVES ON N/N IN THE LOCKER ROOM, SNAKE!” Reggie threatens poking Pea's chest.

“And Even If I was, Mantle! SHE'S A BIG GIRL SHE CAN MAKE HER OWN DECISIONS! WHAT THE HELL YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT!” Sweet Pea growls pushing Reggie back a couple feet.

“SO YOU ARE SLUMMIN IT WITH THE SERPENTS, NOW, N/N! WHAT MAKES YOU THINK FOR A SECOND YOU'RE GOOD ENOUGH FOR HER!” Reggie spits in absolute outrage before trying to charge the leather clad teen.

Sweet Pea cracks his knuckles and steps up to meet the football player head on.

This isn't gonna end well.

You roll your e/c eyes.

Shitheads. They're both complete shitheads.

As soon Pea moves from caging you behind him you step right between them.

“One more word, and Weatherbee won't be your biggest problem, Genie!” You glare at the teen in the Letterman.

All of Reggie's former vibrato fades to worried irritation.

“You Wouldn't Dare, N/n!” He scoffs.

Sweet Pea just trades confused glances from one of you to the other.

“You know I would, Genie. I've got her on speed dial.” You smirk at him with you finger poised to press the call button.

“You're such a little asshole sometimes.” Reggie says rolling his eyes as he backs away but not before taking fingers to his eyes then pointing them dead at Pea.

You nod heading toward the cafeteria as the bell rings and the hall starts to fill up.

The tree of a teen doesn't move until someone nearly bumps into him. Sweet Pea catches you by the shoulder causing you to slow your pace to his.

“How, N/n?” He questions completely baffled and a little impressed.

"One, only Genie calls me, N/n, Sweet Pea. Two, call it a way with words. Beauty doth soothe the savage beast. He means well he's just an ass." You say shaking your head giving him a look like he should have known better.

"One, it's music doth soothe the savage beast not beauty. And two, Genie...OH GOD! Is that mouth breather your ex?" Pea fake gags pointing finger down his throat.

"Oh fuck no, hard pass. Reginald Mantle is my cousin. We used to take baths together and everything."

Sweet Pea's brow wrinkles as he hits you with a confused dark brown gaze before giving an unsure nod.

"School Spirit, why are you giving me that clueless as hell fa-Oh yea! You're a southsider." You smirk at his confusion starting to make perfect sense.

He rolls his eyes and gestures to the white turtleneck covered by that dorky RHS polo as if the mandated Southside uniforms weren't a good enough reminder.

"My Uncle Beau, who's basically my older brother, married his older sister, Frances, before we were out of diapers. We grew up together and when we hit middle school Genie thought I wasn't cool enough to hang with him anymore and started picking on me. Frances found out and we haven't had problems since. Its kinda old news, Poindexter." You shrug handing him a tray. He dodges as if the plastic is poisonous or something.

"You're not slick, Princess Morbucks. Even with your failed attempt to bore me to tears with a bullshit northside history lesson, last time I checked we agreed on Pop's and this ain't it." Pea smirks pointing at the double doors out of the cafeteria.

"You're a real pain." You tossing the plastic trays back on the stack and exiting the caf as he holds the door before following.

Neither of you notice half the room of southsiders and northsiders alike watching your bazaar interaction.

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3than1no · 6 years

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You Are My Everything

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Tony Stark/Gender Neutral Reader

Prompt: #2 - “Stay here tonight.” #6 - “You make everyday worth living.” #8 - “I’m never letting you go.” #36 - “You’ve shown me what love can feel like.” #43 - “You have no idea how much I want you right now.” #66 - “Why me?”

A/N: Bit of a heavy one. Enjoy x

Meeting Tony had been a whirlwind. You never expected to end up where you were, having a fully functional relationship with the man that, in all fairness, had irritated you to no end in the early days. You had met him just after the whole mess with Obadiah Stane, he was broken and you could sense that but he hid it well. He hid it behind the wit and sarcasm, he was a master at hiding emotions and the more you got to know him the more it killed you that he was in so much pain.

The relationship had come out of nowhere, of course you knew you felt something for the man but you never expected it to ever go anywhere. To you, he was one of your closest friends and that was all he would ever be until one night in his lab when he kissed you. Completely out of the blue. Nothing significant had happened to lead up to the kiss, the two of you had been seated at his work bench going over a blueprint and Tony had just leaned forward planting a kiss onto your lips with a whisper of “Stay here tonight.”

You were confused and had no idea how to react to this situation. You knew Tony was no where near ready to be in a relationship so you denied his advances. Tony was a broken man, he didn't need romance. He disagreed heavily with you and told you over and over again that he was ready to try this 'relationship thing' with you. It took time and patience, with a lot of “Why me's?” on both your parts, but you fell into a relationship. Not that things changed all that much, just a lot more kissing and touching.

You were there for Tony through everything. You were the one that helped him clean up after Vanko, the one who screamed for him as you watched his body fall through the air after the New York Battle, helped him sort the wreckage of his Malibu home after missiles hit it, you held him after Ultron, backed him during the Accords, cried with him after Rhodey was injured, sat with him at the hospital after he was rescued from Serbia. You let him cry into your chest when everything got to much, a whisper of “I'm never letting you go.” in his ear as you held him tight. Tony was there for you just as much as you were for him. Every event in your life, Tony was right there.

Of course there were a lot of serious moments, but it was happy and fun memories that you remembered most of all. The moments of laughter, the dance competitions you would have down in the lab, the cute moments when Tony would bring you close and whisper “You make everyday worth living” as he held you tight. The more intimate moments. The heat of his body as it was pressed up against yours, his wondering hands as he pulled you into the abyss. Him telling you “You have no idea how much I want you right now.” every time he would see you. It was those moments that would make your relationship. Those moments that would make everything worth fighting for. Tony was your everything and you were his. Like any relationship there were arguments. Tony could very infuriating and stubborn. You learned that over the years and often tried to tune out of his annoying comments. You knew he didn't mean it when he snapped at you during stressful periods and he knew you didn't mean half of the thing you said in anger.

You held onto everything as you waited for him to return. You knew this time was different, despite him telling you he would be back in time for your dinner reservation. Him telling you “You've shown me when love can feel like.” and “That he wasn't going to die on you”, after you expressed your feelings after your gut feeling, as he gave you one last parting kiss and went off to save the world. You couldn't bare seeing the 'Missing' news reports every single time you turned on the TV. Every single night you would lay in the extremely large bed that you both shared and held onto one of Tony's t-shirts. Breathing in his scent, praying that he would come home safely. Then people started to disappear, everyone around you was gone. Half of your family and friends ceased to exist and you went further down the dark hole you found yourself in.

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lovelyghostlyharmony · 3 years

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Malibu Rescue: Their little sister gets an inappropriate message

A/N- Readers around 14

Team Australia-

Wayno- When you told your big brother Wayno some guy had sent an inappropriate message to you, his precious little sister he was absolutely livid. He immediately took your phone to see what the guy’s information was.

“Wayno what are you doing?”

“Don’t worry about it y/n. I’ll handle it. You don’t have to worry about him messaging you ever again.” He ruffles your hair and you swat it away, scolding him for messing up your hair. When you walk away he takes his phone out and immediately sends a message to the guy.

You ever, and I mean EVER message or even THINK about messaging my sister again, I will end you before you can finish typing whatever it is you are thinking about saying to her. Got it, asshole?

Kezza- You didn’t expect Kezza to get so angry. She was always so happy and cheerful with you but when you told her about the guy sending you horrible messages she was livid.

“Did you block him from contacting you?”

“Yes, Kezz.”

“Good. What’s his information do you still have it?” You hand her your phone and she looks up his social media before handing your phone back.

“What are you going to do Kezza?” she smiles at you and hugs you.

“Don’t worry about it y/n. Your big sister will handle everything okay?”

This is just a warning to you. If you message my sister again the entire world is going to know what a creep you are. I will ruin you if you don’t stay the fuck away from her.

Shaz- “I’m going to fucking kill him.” When it comes to you, Shaz goes from 0 to 100 real quick. Especially if someone is making you uncomfortable or upset.

“You can’t do that Shaz, I don’t want to be responsible for my big sister going to jail for the rest of her life.”

“I don’t care, I’m gonna find where this guy lives and I am going to hurt him.” You grab her arm and yank her down on the couch next to you.

“I said no, Shaz. I told you because I was nervous and wanted my big sister to make me feel safe, not worried that she’s going to go out and commit a crime, I don't want to be the reason you go to jail.” Her eyes soften when she turns her gaze on you.

“You’re right. I’m sorry y/n. I just get really protective over you, you’re my little sister..”

“I know Shaz but just, I blocked him and he can’t contact me anymore but if he tries to contact me again-“

“You better tell me immediately and THEN I am going to kill him.” You shove her away and laugh.

“Alright, Shaz.”

Carli and Johnno- Johnno and Carli were extremely upset when you told them what happened. You had only seen your older siblings angry a handful of times in your life, and it was truly terrifying to see your normally happy brother and sister with dark anger behind their eyes. “Did you block him y/n?”

“I did guys, immediately when he started saying those things to me and I realized how much older than me he was.” They pull you into a hug to comfort you. “I’m sorry you had to go through that y/n. But you did the right thing in coming to us and blocking him. He won’t be able to contact you anymore but if anyone ever messages you and says things like that again please tell us, okay? You can always count on your big brother and sister to keep you safe.”

“I know guys. That’s why I told you. Thank you. You’re seriously the best brother and sister, I love knowing you guys always have my back.”

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yuujispinkhair · 2 years

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Summer Paradise with Yuu (Chapter 3)

Touch me like a summer night, you feel like a holiday

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: fluff, smut, Lifeguard AU but not really lol Word Count: 5k Warnings: 18+, smut, sex on the beach, semi-public sex, oral, creampie. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Chapter 1: I swear you put the sun up in my sky, so hot it’s like the middle of July Chapter 2: All your kisses taste like Malibu Chapter 3: Touch me like a summer night, you feel like a holiday Chapter 4: Back to Summer Paradise with you

Chapter 3:

When coming to this island for your summer vacation, you didn't plan to find romance. But here you are, dating your personal lifeguard.

Yuuji is sweeter than ice cream and hotter than the summer sun. Your heart is beating too fast anytime you exit the hotel to get greeted by that sunshine smile and those bright golden eyes. Your friends are ecstatic too! Hot Baywatch guy is yours!

You are lost in Summer Paradise. Every minute spent with Yuuji fills you with giddy excitement. He is your sunshine. He makes you happy and keeps your heart warm. You can't keep your hands off him. Always reaching out to hold his hand or ruffle his pretty pink hair or trace his defined biceps with one finger, marveling at how good his taut muscles feel under your fingertips.

Being with Yuuji makes you realize that Summer Paradise doesn't have to be a place but can also be a person. Because Yuuji feels like a holiday. When you are with him, you feel happier than you remember ever being.

You know you have fallen head over heels for your sexy and cute summer boy. In the back of your mind, a little voice whispers to you that you are stupid, that you should have been more careful with your heart, because in a few days, this vacation will end, and Yuuji will go back to Tokyo, and you will go back to your hometown, half a world away from each other.

But the thing with Yuuji is that he is everything you want. Yuuji is pure gold. He has a good heart and is sweet and affectionate but also very sexy. And after all, he is your personal lifeguard! He literally jumped into the ocean to rescue you, like he is right out of some cheesy rom-com! So how could you not fall for him?

You have come to the conclusion to not think about the time after summer, but to live in the here and now and enjoy every second you have with your summer lover!

And Yuuji makes it easy to enjoy your time together and forget about all your worries. His sunshine smile and happy laugh are contagious, and anytime one of his large hands wraps around yours, you let him drag you along into a little adventure, sometimes with your friends, or often just the two of you.

Yuuji takes his role as your personal lifeguard seriously, and it's something that makes your chest feel so full. Now, anytime you jump into the ocean, Yuuji is there to catch you, grinning at you and holding his arms out for you. He lifts you up with those strong arms and laughs loudly while joking around with you and stealing kisses from you.

You spend days at the beach playfully splashing water at each other or chasing each other across the warm white sand while laughing and squealing at the top of your lungs. And you always end up kissing for hours.

You revisit the turtle cove to watch the turtles and make out in the beautiful warm turquoise water. You take long walks at the shore, holding hands and collecting seashells and pretty stones you find on the way, and Yuuji makes matching bracelets out of them.

And, of course, you get lots and lots of ice cream at your favorite little ice cream parlor and take it to the beach with you.

You can't stop smiling as you walk next to Yuuji, his strong fingers loosely intertwined with yours while you watch him eat strawberry ice that is the same color as his pretty hair.

How is it possible that he even makes something like eating ice cream look so incredibly hot?

A solid tan hand is wrapped around the ice cream cone while Yuuji licks the pink ice cream sensually slow. It's hypnotic to watch his tongue slowly flick over the ice cream, scooping it up and then letting it disappear in that pretty mouth lick by lick.

You are feeling a bit dizzy. You never thought eating ice cream could be so sexy. And Yuuji doesn't even seem to be aware of what he's doing to you.

His golden gaze meets yours, and his eyebrows lift in a questioning look.

"Is something wrong, cutie?"

You chuckle softly, feeling a bit embarrassed that he caught you staring, but then decide to just be honest. You step closer and smile up at your personal lifeguard, getting on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek sweetly and whisper to him,

"Nothing's wrong, baby. You just look really hot eating ice cream."

The reaction is immediate. Your personal lifeguard blinks at you with his big honey eyes and then laughs loudly, throwing his head back and blushing slightly, brimming with happiness at the praise. He's laughing so hard that some ice cream trickles out of the corner of his mouth. A thick pink drop is about to run down that chiseled chin.

"You really think so?"

Yuuji asks with a proud undertone in his cheery voice, but you are still staring transfixed at the ice cream on his face, only able to nod dazedly and whisper in a breathy voice:

"Yes, I do."

Yuuji is so close to you suddenly, one muscular arm wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you against his strong body, letting you feel his body heat and his firm muscles against you.

You can't help it. The sight in front of you is too tempting. And so you reach out to take Yuuji's chin between your fingers and tilt your head up to lick the ice cream off his face, catching it with your tongue before it can drip down.

The soft surprised gasp coming from Yuuji makes you smile. The taste of the strawberry flavor on your tongue is intoxicating, and it becomes even sweeter when you capture Yuuji's lips with yours to kiss him tenderly, licking into the soft warmth of his mouth to feed the ice cream back to him.

And Yuuji pulls you even tighter against him, opening his mouth further to hungrily lick and suck the strawberry ice cream off your tongue until your head is spinning and you are moaning softly into his mouth.

Yuuji's kisses always drive you crazy. Ever since the first time he kissed you in the turtle cove over a week ago. He's always so sweet and sexy. Surprisingly tender kisses for a loud and strong guy like him, but that's exactly what makes kissing Yuuji so hot.

When you pull away from him, you feel dizzy, your pulse racing and butterflies doing their little excited dance in your belly. And Yuuji's dazzling smile only makes the craving you feel even stronger.

You can't help but tease him, looking up at him through your eyelashes in a flirty manner and gently drum your fingertips against his buff chest.

"You have to be more careful, honey. You're such a messy eater. It would be a shame to waste that yummy ice cream."

You are answered by a loud happy laugh, and then Yuuji cocks his head, fixing you with a mischievous sparkle in his pretty eyes:

"Why? I have you for that, don't I? Always here to lick it off me. Maybe you are my personal lifeguard or something like that too!"

He still has his arm around you, fingers gently caressing your hip, playing with the strap of your bikini panties. And he grins cheekily while once again licking slowly over the strawberry ice cream still in his hand. All the time, his pretty honey eyes watch you amusedly.

He winks at you as his tongue flicks deliberately messily over the soft ice cream, scooping up far too much while he's still grinning at you with that cheeky expression on his pretty face.

And then it happens: A big blob of ice cream spills over Yuuji's tongue and drips down, landing on his naked chest.

Your eyes widen, and you watch mesmerized as the pink ice cream melts on Yuuji's hot skin, slowly running down over the swell of his defined sunkissed pecs. You don't know what looks more delicious, the ice or Yuuji's muscular chest.

Before you know what you're doing, you have already placed a hand on those buff pecs, gently digging your nails into the taut muscles. And then your mouth is on Yuuji's skin, lips leaving soft little kisses on the buff muscles, followed by your tongue gliding over his hot skin.

You can feel Yuuji's muscles flex under your mouth and hear his sharp intake of breath. Finally, you find the ice cream with your tongue and lick it up slowly.

And now you know for sure that this is your favorite taste in the world. The sweetness of the strawberry ice cream combined with the slightly salty taste of Yuuji's sweat and the hint of sea salt on his skin.

You close your eyes as you trail more kisses over your summer boy's warm chest, smiling against his tan skin.

You want to commit all of this to memory. This day, the beach, Yuuji, the ice cream, his cheeky smile, the sparkle in his golden eyes, the feeling of those strong arms holding you, his muscles flexing under your touch, and this taste. Strawberry ice cream and Yuuji.

When your kisses finally reach Yuuji's face, there's a glazed-over look in his honey eyes, and he gulps hard, making his Adam's apple bop enticingly. The ice cream cone drops from his hand, and now both of his strong arms wrap around you, pulling you tightly against Yuuji's muscular body.

You know he wants you just as bad as you want him. You can feel it in the growing passion with which he kisses you and presses his firm body against you, letting you feel his toned muscles and the hardening bulge in the front of his swim trunks. You can see it in the way his pupils are dilated when he pulls away to smile at you.

So far, the two of you haven't gone further than making out. But you feel a growing hunger in you. A craving that leaves you desperate and needy every night when you return to your hotel room on your own. You know you cannot leave this island without spending a night with Yuuji. Without getting all of your sexy summer boy.

They say time passes faster if you're having fun, which is true because the days at the beach flow past you at lightspeed. An exhilarating, happy blur of laughter and hot kisses, sweet words, gentle but strong hands, and tight warm hugs.

Sunny days and starry summer nights filled with playful flirting, ice cream dates, fun at the beach, and that dazzling sunshine smile. Always that smile.

Before you are ready, the last day of your vacation has arrived. You spend it at the beach again, trying your best to enjoy it, but it feels bittersweet today. All of this has an expiration date, and now you can't ignore it any longer. You feel like Yuuji is hugging you even more today, apparently just as reluctant to say goodbye as you are.

Hours feel like minutes, and the afternoon turns into evening much too soon. The last hours of your vacation are about to begin. The last night here in Summer Paradise.

You haven't spent a whole night with Yuuji yet. But tonight, you won't let him go. That's what you know for sure.

You don't have to worry about how to tell Yuuji that you want to be with him until sunrise, though, because he is the one who turns to you with a soft smile and tells you that he has planned something for tonight while he scratches his neck in that cute manner that lets you know he's a bit nervous.

"I want to take you on one more date, cutie. But... it will last the whole night if that's ok."

Of course you agree all too happy, and after a short trip to your hotel room to get changed into a summer dress, you meet your favorite boy again for your last beach date.

He takes you to the turtle cove once again. But this time, not to see the turtles.

You gasp when you see the date Yuuji has prepared for you. A large picnic blanket filled with lots of different food and drinks and strewn in between the plates and bowls are pretty flowers. Pink candles surround the area, flickering their gentle warm light in several glass lanterns on the white sand.

It's the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you.

The two of you arrived just in time to watch the sunset, sitting on the picnic blanket, snuggling against each other, with Yuuji's strong arm holding you and you leaning against his side and resting your head on his broad shoulder.

It's a beautiful sunset, probably the most stunning one you have seen so far. As if the sun itself wants to be at its best behavior and make this last night with your summer love as perfect as possible.

You lean against Yuuji, feeling the comfort of his muscular body as you watch the sky turn a pretty shade of pink and violet before the sun slowly disappears in the turquoise ocean, leaving behind a soft orange glow that finally fades away to let the night take over.

A wave of sadness washes over you. This was the last sunset you could watch with Yuuji. The last date the two of you can have.

Your throat feels too tight suddenly.

Your gaze lands on the heart with your and Yuuji's initials that Yuuji drew into the sand a few minutes ago. By tomorrow the ocean waves will have washed it away. It will be gone just like your summer romance will dissolve.

As if sensing your thoughts, Yuuji's arm tightens around you, and he turns his head to press a sweet kiss on your cheek.

"We'll make this work, cutie. I always want to be with you. I wanna spend the rest of my sunsets with you."

And suddenly, you just want one thing: to kiss him, hug him, and feel his strong body and soft lips. To be as close to him as possible, chasing away the sadness, the doubts, the fear of what will happen tomorrow when you both go back to your hometowns half a world away from each other.

Because what power will those words have when you are so far away from each other? You have to commit him to your memory, every inch of him, every sound, every touch. Maybe this is something you can keep forever, at least.

And so you wrap your hands around Yuuji's neck and press your body against him, kissing him greedily, gasping when his strong hands tighten on your waist, and he pulls you on his lap.

You straddle his muscular thighs, practically melting into his warm embrace as you snuggle against his buff body, wanting to feel as close to him as possible.

Yuuji's kisses are so hot and sweet, making your head spin as you open your mouth further to let him lick eagerly against your tongue.

You can feel how hard he is for you, where his large bulge is pressing against you. Hot and big. You can feel that even through the thin layers of clothing that are separating you.

But Yuuji isn't the only one whose body is reacting to your heavy make-out session. Arousal is throbbing between your legs, hot and needy. You are so wet for him that you are sure it's seeping through your panties and leaving a damp stain on Yuuji's shorts.

But there is no room for feeling shy tonight. You need Yuuji. You cannot leave without becoming his and him becoming yours.

Your movements are almost desperate when you grind on Yuuji's lap, pressing yourself against his hot bulge and eliciting a cute whine from him.

You bite softly down on his lower lip when his large hands caress your thighs and slip under your sundress to cup your ass and knead it gently, driving you wild with need. You don't think you can stop tonight. You don't want to.

Yuuji's lips leave yours to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses over your neck, sucking on your pulse point and licking over your sensitive skin, making you moan softly and rub your panty-clad pussy against his throbbing hard-on. The friction drives you crazy every time Yuuji's large hot bulge brushes over your clit.

"Yuuji....oh baby...I need you!"

Your words make him moan loudly against your skin, cock twitching beneath you, letting you know that Yuuji needs you just as bad as you need him.

But he pulls away just enough to look at you for a moment. The candlelight dances over his skin, bathing it in a golden glow and revealing his kiss-swollen lips and heavy-lidded eyes.

He sounds breathless, honey voice thick with lust,

"Are you sure, baby? I mean, it's our last night, and I don't want you to think you have to do this. I don't want to use you. It's ok if you just want to cuddle."

Suddenly your eyes sting with tears. He's so sweet, always so caring, always looking out for you. Even here during this romantic date, at this beautiful secluded beach with the soft candlelight and the beautiful night sky, even when both of you are so horny for each other, Yuuji is still trying to hold back to make you feel safe.

You look into his pretty eyes and cup his cheek with one hand, gently caressing his face as you smile at him,

"I am sure, Yuuji. I want you so much, baby. I would regret it forever if I didn't get all of you tonight. If that's what you want too."

His eyes widen, and a low sexy groan escapes his lips, and then you get the answer to your question when Yuuji's hands tighten on your ass, and he flips you over with ease, rolling on top of you, pressing you down onto the picnic blanket with his strong muscular body.

"Yes, I want you too, baby. Fuck, I want you so much!"

It's like a switch flipped over, and now there's no stopping anymore as both of you tear at each other's clothes impatiently. Your sundress and bra land on a messy pile on top of the leftover sandwiches, while Yuuji's shirt and shorts are a tangled mess dangling from the picnic basket, and his boxer briefs barely miss one of the lanterns.

Your eyes travel hungrily over Yuuji's naked body. All those buff muscles, the tan skin, and that gorgeous thick cock resting heavily against his defined abs. He looks so beautiful and so eager to have sex with you.

His pretty cock is twitching under your hungry gaze, dark pink mushroom tip glistening wetly where pearly beads of pre-cum gather.

You think you have never been so wet for someone. You almost sob when your hand wraps around Yuuji's thick base, slowly caressing his whole hard length, marveling at the velvety feel of his rock-hard cock.

You look up at him with what you are sure must be a love-drunk expression on your face as you lean down to gently take his swollen tip into your mouth, licking and kissing it tenderly, moaning when you taste his arousal on your tongue, reveling in the loud low groan coming from your sexy lifeguard.

He lets you kiss and suck his fat cockhead a bit more. His fingers caress your hair, and loud moans fall from his lips with every loving kiss. Yuuji sounds so pretty, so turned on. It drives you crazy, making you want to suck him off until he fills your mouth with his hot seed.

But he stops you with a firm hand tightening in your hair and gently pulling you off his dick. He looks at you, broad chest heaving heavily, and his low voice is full of horny need,

"Please, cutie, let me touch you too. Need you so bad...oh fuck!"

He gently pushes you down on your back. Strong fingers hook in your panties and pull them down as soft hot lips breathe sweet kisses all over your thighs and legs.

You moan needily, unable to stay quiet. Lifting your hips to help him undress you, body jerking needily when the night air brushes over your slick folds.

Yuuji throws your panties onto the picnic blanket, where it joins your other clothes, and then he is back on top of you, leaning down to kiss you again, hungry and deep, moaning sweetly into your mouth. Finally, you feel all of him, all of his naked skin on yours, his muscular, solid body moving on top of you, here at the beach in the candlelight that turns his tan skin golden.

His body is deliciously heavy on top of yours. All firm buff muscles and smooth tan skin. His kisses make you heady with lust. It's perfect, you think. It's exactly how it should be. A hot summer night and hot kisses from your hot boy.

The heat between the two of you increases with every deep kiss, with every brush of skin on skin.

Your hands run gently through soft pink hair, and your lips leave Yuuji's to trail hungry kisses down his neck, sucking on his skin and grazing it with your teeth, making him moan and whine so cutely.

And he repays you with hot, open-mouthed kisses that wander down to your breasts. Your body arches up needily when Yuuji loves your tits sweetly, cupping them with his large hands and peppering them with his sweet kisses, taking your nipples in his soft, warm mouth to lick and suck gently on them.

Your hips buck, and his name falls softly from your lips. You have a feeling you could cum just from this, from his gentle caresses against your sensitive nipples. But you need more. You need all of him tonight.

But before you can even voice your wish, Yuuji is already wandering further down your body, showing you that he knows exactly what you want.

Hot kisses caress your skin, trail over your tummy, and then your breath hitches in your throat as Yuuji's strong hands push your thighs apart, exposing your wet pussy to him.

"Ah fuck, you're so pretty, cutie!"

The moan that falls from your lips is broken, needy, and full of arousal. And it turns even louder when Yuuji buries his pretty face between your legs, soft mouth kissing your puffy clit so lovingly that you feel tears slip out of your eyes and run down your cheeks.

He is so tender and loving, kissing and licking you, moaning softly against your wet heat, tongue writing sweet messages on your throbbing bundle of nerves. He's driving you wild with his warm mouth and soft tongue.

Your fingers are tugging desperately on his pretty pink hair while your head is thrown back and your soft cries and moans fill the beach. Yuuji eats you out as if this is his favorite thing in the world, pleasuring you, loving you, making you his.

You are quivering with need, tugging on his hair and crying tears of bliss, legs shaking and pussy twitching under Yuuji's loving mouth. But you still need more.

And so you whine shakily, reduced to a begging, moaning mess.

"Please, Yuuji! I want you inside me. Please, baby, I need you!"

He moans loudly against your pussy, sending shock waves of pleasure through you at the vibration before he lifts his face to look up at you from between your spread legs. He looks so sexy with his dazed eyes and that horny and fucked out expression on his pretty face, lips glistening wetly from his spit and your pussy cream.

Another shaky sob escapes your mouth when Yuuji places one last tender kiss on your puffy clit while looking deeply into your eyes.

And then his mouth wanders up your body again, kissing and licking and leaving a trail of his spit and your juices on your tummy and tits. Finally, his wet lips capture yours in a heated kiss, making both of you moan softly.

Yuuji pushes your legs even further apart, settling his muscular body between your thighs.

You are drunk on him, drunk on his lips, and on the feeling of his body on yours. Your hands are in his soft pink hair, legs wrapped around his hips as you kiss him deeply.

And then a loud gasp escapes both yours and Yuuji's lips when he snaps his hips and pushes into you for the first time.

His thick cockhead stretches your wet pussy open around it, making you arch up against him needily, wanting more of him, wanting to feel all of him inside you, as deep as possible.

"Yuuji...oh... Yuu!"

"Fuckkkk, baby! Feels so good! S...so fucking good."

His golden eyes bore into yours when he rolls his hips slowly, gently, bottoming out inside your tight, twitching pussy. Claiming you completely, making you gasp at the delicious sting of getting stretched open by Yuuji's fat cock for the first time.

It's perfect. He is perfect. You feel so hot all over, so full and so loved.

You moan his name needily as your hands leave his hair to run over his broad, muscular back, caressing him and then digging your nails into his muscles when Yuuji starts fucking you with slow deep thrusts.

He takes you so sweetly. Making love to you here at the beach while the stars sparkle above his pretty pink hair.

Your legs are wrapped tightly around his waist, heels digging into his firm ass cheeks, hands clutching desperately at his broad back. He is so deep inside you, fat cockhead massaging your sweet spot with every snap of his hips, making your head spin and your eyes spill over with tears.

Yuuji's breathing heavily, sounding so sexy when he moans your name and whines cutely before his hot lips find yours again in another hungry kiss.

You cry out in pleasure when Yuuji lifts one of your legs to put it on his broad shoulder, allowing him to fuck you even deeper. Every coherent thought has left your mind. The only thing you know is that you will fall apart on Yuuji's gorgeous cock tonight. That Yuuji will make you see stars not only in the night sky behind him but also behind your closed eyelids.

You gaze up at him through heavy-lidded eyes and watch him as he humps you, looking so hot and pretty. Your gaze lands on his defined abs which flex with every thrust of his hips, and you think you will never forget this sight. It will be forever burned into the back of your mind.

You can feel your orgasm building up slowly, heat pooling in your belly the closer you get to coming undone. You're moaning loudly at the almost overwhelming intensity of it all.

The guy of your dreams is making sweet love to you here under the stars, fucking you slow and gentle, making you fall apart on his gorgeous cock while gazing into your eyes and moaning your name.

And finally, the pressure in you snaps, and you cum in long gentle waves, pussy clenching around Yuuji's thick cock and milking him sweetly as he tenderly fucks an intense orgasm out of you.

Your cries of pleasure fill the night air as your nails dig sharply into Yuuji's muscular back, and you're spasming beneath him. Yuuji's fingers find your clit and rub it in gentle tight circles, prolonging your sweet release, making you shudder and cream on his gorgeous cock until you are sobbing.

His name is the only thing you are able to mutter and moan and cry. Over and over again.

Yuuji.

Only him. You want him to be yours forever.

A low needy growl joins your moans, and then Yuuji snaps his hips faster, almost desperately, fucking your tight heat with strong deep thrusts as his moans grow louder and more incoherent.

He leans down, covering you with his heavy body, and you wrap your legs tightly around him, fingers running up and down his strong back and into his soft pink hair, tugging on it and caressing it.

His face is buried in your neck when he cums, pumping your pussy full of his thick cum while Yuuji moans loudly against your skin.

You caress his broad back tenderly, letting your hands trail down to his firm ass, squeezing it gently, and turning your head to find Yuuji's soft lips and kiss him deeply, tenderly, full of love.

He kisses you back just as sweet, tongue caressing yours with slow, tender strokes while he slowly rolls his hips, fucking every last drop of his hot cum deep into you.

When the two of you part from the kiss, your heart is beating wildly in your chest, and you are filled with a blissful warmth. You smile as you open your eyes to look up at Yuuji's pretty face.

Honey eyes sparkle like pure gold in the flickering candlelight as Yuuji looks deeply into your eyes. He blinks and gulps hard, eyes filling with so much emotion, and then the sweetest words tumble out of his lips.

"I love you, (y/n)."

His voice is soft, low, and rough with emotion. A strong hand cups your cheek, thumb caressing your skin gently. And Yuuji is still on top of you, still inside you, while your pussy pulses around him with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Pretty and sexy Yuuji, your personal hero, your lifeguard, your lover.

Your heart is racing as your eyes fill with more tears. He is so heavy on top of you, so comfortingly strong, making you feel taken care of, safe, and warm.

You reach out to caress his cheek as you smile at him through your happy tears. He filled your heart with love and your pussy with his cum. Making you feel like you are his.

And that's what you are, you realize at that moment. You are irrevocably Yuuji's, no matter what will happen after tonight. You are his, and you wouldn't want to change a single thing about it.

"I love you too, Yuuji."

The two of you stay in the turtle cove the whole night. Only moving to get another warm blanket out of the picnic basket so you can snuggle under it.

You kiss and cuddle, sharing sweet, affectionate moments that you will carry with you anywhere you go.

You are draped over Yuuji's firm body, head resting on his buff chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and listening to his heartbeat under your ear. His heart of gold that made you fall for him.

Your own heart is racing while you nuzzle your cheek against Yuuji's chest and his arms instinctively tighten their hold around your body, even while he is slowly drifting off to sleep. You are filled with so much warmth.

You're in love.

You're so in love with your sweet summer boy, and if you had one free wish right now, you'd wish to stay here on this beach with Yuuji forever. Cuddling your personal lifeguard, safe in his strong arms, drunk on his sweet love and the feeling of his hot skin on yours.

AAAAHHH we had sex on the beach with Yuuji!! Sorry for losing my mind about this, but I felt so close to him when writing this. I wanted to have a sex scene full of love but also a bit desperate and bittersweet because it is their first time together, but also their only chance to be together like this, and they both know that tomorrow they will have to say goodbye. So it had to be extra intense. That's how it felt to me, at least lmaooo, I hope you could feel all the love and the craving too! I want to be at that beach with Yuu so bad!! Thank you so much for reading! Please let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs make me very happy! And a big thank you to everyone who encouraged me to continue this series!! I will post the last chapter soon <3

Chapter 4

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