Chapters: 12/?
Words: 23,592
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken, Liam Dunbar & Mason Hewitt, Corey Bryant/Mason Hewitt, Alec/Lori Talbot, Alec & Theo Raeken, Theo Raeken & Brett Talbot
Characters: Liam Dunbar, Theo Raeken, Mason Hewitt, Corey Bryant, Hayden Romero, Brett Talbot, Lori Talbot, Alec (Teen Wolf)
Additional Tags: Puppy Pack (Teen Wolf), Banter, Texting, Group Chat Fic, Fluff and Humor, Sexual Humor, Crack, Everyone Is Alive
Series: Part 1 of The Prevengers
Sneak peek of Chapter 12:
Liam: so anyway. thats the story of how theo woke up one day with his mouth and eyes all swollen and red and im PRETTY sure my dad thought we had been up to some,, *interesting* semisexual experiments the night before
Mason: I mean. The jury’s still out on whether you two just sucked face so hard that you gave him inflammation.
Liam: it is not !!
Liam: the jury is not involved!
Mason: Nah buddy the jury is very much still out
Liam: well we don’t need the jury! fucking dismiss them !
Corey: i cant believe we’ve spent all this time not realizing theo had a *mint* allergy
Corey: thats such basic ingredient in like. everything
Hayden: i mean. We’re assuming Theo ever brushed his teeth around us
notes: thank you to @gohyuck for telling me this song reminded her of me and for having an overall incredible taste in music and to both raya & ivy ( @moonlit-jeno ) for proof-reading this! this is for 👄 anon’s birthday :( i’m sorry i couldn’t get it out sooner but this is my present to you! i love you, darling :) listen to play with me by rendezvous at two for an immersive experience!
“mark, wake up,” you whine from your position in front of him. the aforementioned male lies half asleep behind you, his leg draped over yours and his breath causing the hair on the back of your neck to flutter. the neon green of the alarm clock on the nightstand reads 2:27am, and you know you’d be fast asleep beside him if you weren’t so damn hungry.
“mark,” you complain, turning your body with great effort so you’re facing his sleeping frame. his brows furrowed, he scrunches his nose up cutely before his facial muscles relax, his expression peaceful once more. “mark, please?” you narrow your eyes when his face remains unaffected and huff, pinching his nose until his eyes widen and he sucks in a breath of fresh air in alarm. “oh, good, you’re up.”
“you’re evil,” your best friend whispers in a panic, his chest heaving with the relief of every breath. “what do you want, you little monster? it’s...2:31am, and this had better be good.”
“...i’m hungry.” you huff softly, and he groans, digging the palms of his hands into his eyes. even in the dark, you can see the stars twinkling in his bleary gaze as his tired eyes focus on yours.
“go get a snack from the fridge.” he suggests, and you shake your head, sitting up and shaking his arm gently so he won’t fall back asleep.
“i want taco bell,” you pout, and he groans even louder. “mark, please? please, please, please, pretty please?”
“alright! okay,” he grumbles, flinging the bedsheets off his body before he swings his legs out of the bed. “let’s go,” he mumbles tiredly, and you clap your hands with glee as you climb out of bed, tugging your shorts down which have ridden up from your time spent in bed. you’re clad in minimal clothing, the heating in mark’s bedroom powerful enough that you don’t need it even in the cool summer night. “you can’t go in that.” he stops you suddenly, gesturing at your shorts and your tank top. he looks around, bright eyes finally alert and searching until he finds what he’s looking for, picking up a sweatshirt draped over the back of his chair and offering it to you.
“thank you,” you sing happily as you pull the hoodie over your torso, the clothing fitting just the way you like it. mark stares at you for a moment, eyes scanning your body briefly. “what is it?”
“you need pants.” he mutters to himself, and goes to find some of his you can wear.
“mark, i’ll be fine, let’s just go,” you press, tugging him by the hand out of the bedroom and to the front door amidst his low protests. you pause at the exit, waiting for mark to scoop up his keys and lead you to his parked car. opening the door for you, you stand there and blink at him.
“what?” he asks, confused.
“i’m driving.” you state plainly, and he raises an eyebrow. “mark, you’re still half asleep.”
“am not,” he protests, and you tsk disapprovingly.
“what’s twelve times eleven?” you ask, and he frowns.
“i wouldn’t know that if i was fully awake.”
“so you admit you’re not fully awake.” you point out, a wry smile on your face, and he huffs, walking around the car and opening the door on the driver’s side. “it’s 132, by the way.” you state, and he grumbles unintelligibly.
“yeah, yeah, yeah.” he grouches, a smile turning up the corner of his lips as you get into the car. when he’s situated beside you, both of your seatbelts strapped in, you start the car and pull off, driving in the direction of taco bell. “can’t believe you memorized the route to taco bell.”
“i didn’t memorize it,” you counter, “i just have a homing device in me that gets me to the nearest taco bell at all times.”
“unbelievable,” he chuckles, running his hand through his messy black hair. when you roll down the window for some air, the car is filled with the dull roar of the highway, and it brings peace to you. his hand leaves his hair and finds its way to your thigh, his thumb swiping along your knee gently. the gesture is meant to be comforting, you’re sure, but you find a small tingle running down your spine and you look out of the corner of your eye to see his gaze trained on your leg, his thumb moving in hypnotic little circles.
you wish you could blame the cool night air tickling your legs for the goosebumps rising on your skin, but you know they’ve got nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with your best friend’s hand on your bare leg.
“told you you should have worn pants.” he mumbles worriedly as his fingers brush delicately over the small bumps on your skin. “it’s too cold outside to be wearing shorts.”
“it’s july, mark–it’s not that cold.” you retort, patting his hand. he quickly turns his palm upwards, linking his fingers with yours and brings your entwined hands to his mouth, pressing his lips to the back of your hand. he begins to softly beatbox against your skin, eyes flickering over to you and twinkling when they catch the beginnings of a smile on your face. “plus, these are cozy.”
“okay,” he gives in almost immediately, his lips brushing against the back of your hand once more as he brings your linked hands down to his lap. “not like i’m not thrilled by the view,” he mumbles, and you cock your head in confusion, sure you can’t have heard what you think you have.
“what?” you ask softly, and he shakes his head firmly.
“nothing.”
“but-”
“nothing.” he presses, and you huff slightly.
“i know what you said,” you snip, and he raises an eyebrow.
“oh, yeah?” he chuckles, and you nod, brows furrowed in annoyance. “then why ask me to repeat it?”
“b-because...well...shut up, we’re almost there,” you whine, and he lets out the laugh you’re so fond of, the sharp inhale before the explosive peals that are so bright and chirpy you think they may just bring about the sunrise.
“you’re so cute,” he chuckles when you pull into the drive-through, and you frown, trying to hide the smile turning up the corners of your lips.
“what do you want?” you ask shortly after giving your order, and mark leans over you, his elbow resting on your thigh as he speaks to the drive-through attendant. he smells like fabric softener and you bite your lip at the way his shoulder’s brushing against your chest. your feelings for mark have hit a fever pitch and you find that your breath has caught in your throat as he turns to look at you. his eyes scan your face slowly, his gaze panning down to your lips. you swallow, hard, as he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, the pink glistening in the moonlight. the moment seems to freeze in time, all background noise, all distractions fading away as you just focus on the way his eyes seem to glisten with promises.
“next window, please,” the lady speaks through the voice box, effectively ruining the moment. you swallow thickly and clear your throat before shifting slightly in your seat. snapping out of his daze, mark blinks twice before smiling nervously and sitting back in his seat. you shift into drive and round the corner to the next window. before you can pull your card out, mark reaches over you, bracing his hand on your thigh once more.
“wha-” you start, but he’s already handing the woman at the cash register his card, smiling at you.
“i’m paying.” he says, and you frown.
“but it was my idea; let me pay.” you pout, and he shakes his head dismissively.
“no.” he says firmly, and you sigh in defeat, slumping back in the chair. the woman hands his card back and he takes it, grinning at you smugly.
“you’re annoying,” you gripe, and he chuckles.
“you love me.”
you have no idea, you think, but hold your tongue, instead driving to the next window. you notice a bit late that his hand is still on your leg, tracing small patterns into the skin.
“you’re distracting me,” you mumble, and he looks up from your leg to your face.
“do you want me to stop?” he asks earnestly, and you pause.
“...no,” you mutter, and he snickers, relaxing in his chair as his hand glides up and down your leg.
the man at the final window hands you your food, which you check briefly before thanking him and driving off.
“find a good spot for us to relax.” he says, and you nod, driving around until you find a quiet place. you settle on an empty parking lot, and mark’s already reaching behind your seat to pull out his stash. “you know the drill.” he looks up at you with a smile and you unstrap your seatbelt and climb to the backseat, bringing the food with you.
watching mark roll the joint is fascinating as usual, the way his nimble fingers pack the weed into the rolling paper. you watch him bring the half finished joint to his mouth and lick along the length of it to seal the joint, trying not to think about his mouth and how it would feel against your skin, how his fingers would feel moving inside of you, how–
“you still with me?” mark chuckles, looking at you with confusion creasing his brows.
“y-yeah,” you mumble.
“what were you thinking about?” his voice is low but tinged with curiosity, and you shake your head, stretching your limbs. if you were paying attention, you would have seen the way mark’s eyes take in the sight of your revealed skin with an almost hunger.
but you weren’t, so you didn’t.
“nothing important,” you hum, and he raises a brow at you.
“you sure about that?” he asks, and you nod.
“very.”
mark finishes rolling the joint and climbs into the backseat with you, your knees brushing against each other. he hands you the joint and fumbles the lighter out of his pocket, the flame flickering to life as he brings it to the joint between your lips. you take a deep pull and hold it in your lungs, letting the slight burn fade to the back of your senses.
“roll up the windows,” you mumble, trying not to let the smoke out, and mark obliges, locking the two of you in the car. he turns on the air conditioning, and you finally release the thin trail of smoke, a lazy smile curling your lips.
“wanna play your music?” mark offers as you pass him the joint, and you nod, pulling your phone out from under you and connecting to bluetooth. you start a “vibing” playlist you made specifically for these occasions and the music filters through the speakers softly. he takes a pull of the joint, his face scrunching up as if he wants to cough.
“hold it in,” you tease, and he frowns at you as he finally lets it exit his body through his nose.
“shut up,” he chuckles softly, and you smile widely as he passes you the joint back, taking a quick hit and letting your mind get fuzzy just the way you like it. “i’ve never heard this song before,” he mumbles curiously, leaning over to look at the display on his dashboard for the song name. “i like it.”
“me too,” you hum, propping your legs up on mark’s lap. he takes the intrusion with ease, running his hand up your calves as the music plays.
baby, let me take the pressure off you.
i’ll make the first move
and do what i got to.
can we slow this down to my pace?
i’ll make you fall in love.
you’re not sure what causes it–maybe it’s the drugs in your system, the seductive music playing, or the way mark’s eyes are shining as he looks over at you–but you find yourself drawn to mark even more than usual. the crush you’ve been harboring for some time seems to become almost unbearable to conceal, and you find a confession on the tip of your tongue. mark’s got the joint in his mouth again, and you witness the exact moment the weed takes effect, his eyes glazing over as he looks at you with a dopey smile.
“mark?” you ask softly, voice thick from the remnants of the smoke.
“hm?” he replies just as softly, and you swallow hard, your nerves and the drugs having made your mouth go dry.
“can i try something?” you say nervously, and he nods, looking at you curiously. you sit up, moving your legs off his lap–if you weren’t so wracked with nerves, you would have noticed the way his fingers chase your legs, eager to keep them on him; but you were, so you didn’t–and beckon him closer. he scoots over to you and you turn his face to yours, taking a hit of the joint and letting it linger in your mouth before you inhale. you close your eyes tightly and bring your lips to his.
let me show you what my body do,
how a real woman do;
‘cause i do what i got to.
he freezes for half a second, just enough time for you to regret everything and try to pull back, but then his hands are on your cheeks and his lips are parting, eagerly accepting the smoke into his mouth. his tongue flicks at yours, one hand sliding down to your hip and slipping under your shirt and his hoodie, his thumb pressing into your heated skin. smoke gently billows around the two of you, completely forgotten as you indulge yourselves in the taste of the other.
when you pull back, his eyes are still shut and he whines quietly at the loss of your lips on his. “why’d you stop?” he rasps, and you bite your lip nervously.
“was that good?” your voice is barely above a whisper, scared that any louder would cause the tension to dissipate as easily as the smoke surrounding you.
“yeah,” he murmurs back, beckoning you closer. as you move towards him, he puts out the joint and sets it on the partition between the driver’s and passenger’s seats. “c’mere.” when you’re close enough, he pulls you into his lap so your knees are on either side of him and you’re seated firmly on top of him.
you drape your arms around his neck, and he licks his lips, bringing you into another kiss. this one is decidedly more heated than the first, his kisses searing, his touches desperate and eager to feel you–all of you. his hands move to your hips and start to rock you slowly against his clothed length, causing you to take in a sharp breath.
“fuck, mark,” you gasp, and he groans, his lips leaving yours to pepper open-mouthed kisses along your neck and jawline. “feels so good.”
“yeah?” he mumbles against your skin, grabbing your ass and squeezing. your breath hitches in your throat, and he smirks in satisfaction.
take it back to basics,
no ego in the way.
put this cookie on your face
to remind you of your place.
“sit on my face,” he says suddenly, and you pull back, his mouth detaching from your neck with a soft wet sound, to look at him in surprise. “please? want you so bad,” he groans, and your eyes slide shut in bliss.
“okay,” you nod slowly, swallowing thickly.
“dude, i have the worst case of cotton mouth right now,” he mumbles as you two shift into position, mark lying down on the seats as you shimmy out of your shorts. he groans when he sees your white cotton underwear with a little bow on the front and pulls you on top of his face.
“drink something,” you suggest, and he shakes his head vehemently, looking up at you with twinkling eyes.
“i only wanna taste you right now.” he insists, and a wave of arousal washes over you as he pulls your underwear to the side. “fuck, these are so hot.” he moans, running his fingers over the fabric.
“mark, they’re so plain,” you laugh, and he shakes his head.
“no, they’re not. not on you.” he answers plainly, and heat rushes to your cheeks at the compliment. you don’t even get a chance to thank him because as you open your mouth to speak, he runs his tongue along the length of your slit, causing you to squeak in surprise. “fuck, you’re so wet,” he moans, flattening his tongue at the bottom of your core and dragging it up slowly.
in the back seat of your car,
where i know i hit it first,
have you losing all control
when i whisper to you
your moans are soft, whiny as he licks up your heat, lapping at your arousal eagerly. he sounds even more eager than you do, groaning loudly as his eyes slide shut and he loops his arms around your thighs. he pulls you closer, burying his face in between your thighs and navigating his tongue through your folds excitedly. you never expected mark to be so good at this, having fantasized about it so many times. the male trails his tongue up to draw circles around your clit before he sucks it into his mouth, moaning happily.
i just wanna play with your body.
i just wanna play with your body.
oh, and if i play with your body,
will you play with me?
in your haze of arousal, you reach back and start to palm mark through his sweats. he reacts instantly and eagerly, his hips bucking up into your touch and a long moan leaving his lips. he starts to lick at your folds more determinedly as you run your hand up and down his length, stroking him deliberately.
“fuck, that feels so good, dude,” he moans, and you giggle at his choice of words. “stop laughing, dude,” he whines, his nose brushing your clit, “i’m trying to eat you out.”
“you called me dude,” you chuckle, eyes bright with mirth, and he narrows his eyes up at you.
“are you gonna clown me or are you gonna let me make you come?” he mumbles into your sex, mouth already wrapping around your clit as he doesn’t wait for an answer.
“don’t see–fuck–why i can’t do both,” you breathe as you start to slowly rock your hips against his face.
“yeah, you like that?” he grunts before he sucks your folds into his mouth, the lewd sounds leaving him making your face feel like it’s on fire.
“feels so good, mark,” you whisper, and you can feel him smile against you.
“yeah? say that again.” he urges softly, bringing his thumb to rub quick circles at your clit while he mouths at your thighs, leaving the affected skin blazing in his wake.
“you’re so good, mark.” you sigh blissfully, your eyes rolling back into your head as he sucks at a spot on your thigh that has you seeing stars. “i’m so close.”
i just wanna play with your body.
i just wanna play with your body.
he brings you to a climax that comes with a choked sob, his mouth back on your clit and his thumb rubbing over your entrance. your grip on his length tightens, and he hisses in pleasure under you. when you move to get up, he pulls you back down, dragging his tongue up your core languidly.
“fuck, i’m sensitive,” you moan, and he nods.
“i know.” he smiles into your core and flicks his tongue over your clit rapidly, steadying your hips when they buck uncontrollably against his face. “wanna make you come again.” his voice is raspier than usual, and you bite your lip at how tantalizing he sounds.
“i can’t like this,” you plead softly, and he shakes his head in protest, burrowing his face into you more intently.
“yes, you can,” he persists, tracing soft circles into the flesh of your thighs. “come for me.”
and you do but a moment later, a whine of his name leaving you as you shudder through your second orgasm. your hands move independently from you, one hand tugging mark’s cock free from his sweats while the other locks in his hair, pinning his head to the seat of the car.
“wanna come around you,” you murmur distractedly, and he nods slowly, eyes blown wide as he sucks his lower lip into his mouth to nibble at it nervously. the two of you situate yourselves so he’s sitting upright and you’re straddling his waist, poised over his length. “i’m on the pill,” you inform him, and his pink-tinged eyes widen in surprise before he nods, hands falling to your hips.
“c-can i try calling you something?” you say tentatively, and he looks up from the sight of his cock pressing against your entrance to meet your hesitant gaze.
“yeah,” he says reassuringly, and you start to ease yourself down onto him, the slight burn accompanying the stretch provided by his surprisingly girthy length.
“oh, fuck,” you squeak, and he cups your chin, bringing you in for a kiss. you whimper as he bottoms out, and he grunts before exhaling loudly through his nose, his head falling back. you take the opportunity to leave kisses down the column of his neck as you slowly start to move your hips, starting to build a quick enough pace that has his fingers digging into your waist, his blunt nails leaving crescent moon indentations in their wake. he moves with you, driving his hips upwards, and after a particularly strong thrust, you find that the word that’s been on the tip of your tongue comes tumbling out. “daddy,” you moan, and he snaps his head forward to look at you with wide eyes.
“that was so hot,” he groans, and you smile shyly, averting your gaze. “how does my cock feel, baby?” the sudden pet name has you mirroring his earlier actions, your head snapping over to look back at him.
“baby?” you find the resolve to ask amidst the immense pleasure of his cock thrusting into your walls, and he nods with a cheeky grin.
“if you’re calling me daddy–shit–i get to call you baby.” he says, licking his lips.
oh, and if i play with you, daddy,
will you play with me?
you nod in agreement and focus your attention on riding him, swiveling your hips every time you reach the base of his cock. the sounds of skin slapping on skin, mark’s quiet grunts and gasps, and your soft moans and heavy breathing fill the car, the air still a bit foggy from the remnants of your previous activities.
“fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” he groans, and you whimper in response when his hand reaches between the two of you to toy with your clit, rubbing circles around the bud that have your mind going blank. “tell me how you feel.”
“feels–fuck, daddy–so full, so fucking good, oh, god.” you mewl, and he growls softly before capturing your lips with his again. as his tongue strokes at yours, you find that familiar sensation in your stomach building, that tugging sensation in the pit of your stomach that grows and escalates until the coil snaps and you come undone on top of him, your walls clenching tightly around him. mark hisses and releases you, repositioning you onto your back and hovering over you. he quickly re-enters you, thrusts far more powerful than before and he swipes his thumb over your bottom lip, the digit slick with your arousal. you suck his thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it to clean it of any traces of you, and his mouth falls open in shock at the lewd sight of his thumb in your mouth. he pulls it out, your lips chasing it as you remain desperate for something in your mouth, only to replace it with his index and middle fingers.
“god, you look so gorgeous, baby,” mark praises you, and you preen under the compliment as he continues, “sucking on my fingers, you’re so fucking perfect.”
“daddy,” you whine, his fingers muffling your words. “kiss me,” you plead, and he pulls his fingers from your mouth before leaning down and kissing you, slipping his tongue into your mouth and letting you suck on it gently.
“fuck, ‘m close, baby,” he grunts into the kiss, and you nod quickly in understanding.
“i’m almost there, daddy,” you whisper, and he pushes his hoodie and your shirt up past your chest, pulling the cups of your bra down and sucking a nipple into his mouth. you cry out loudly and bring one hand to the back of his head, curling your fingers in his hair. your fourth orgasm comes so suddenly that you don’t even have time to warn him, a loud whine leaving you as your back arches, your chest pushing into mark’s mouth. he moves with you, lips still locked around your nipple as he swirls his tongue around the bud, and his thrusts slowly come to a stop as he releases into you with a groan, the wet heat of his cum filling your walls.
“you’re perfect,” he mumbles around your breast before switching to the other bud. “completely and totally perfect.” his body relaxes, but he stays propped up on one elbow, sucking the nipple gently. you continue to run your hand through his hair, and he sighs blissfully as the two of you remain there, unmoving. the song that sparked all of this has long since finished, but the ambiance hasn’t changed, the air now thick with the combined smells of weed, sex, and taco bell. speaking of…
“we never ate our food.” you point out with a breathless laugh, and he chuckles, letting your nipple slip from his mouth as he looks up at you.
“does someone have the munchies?” he teases, and you roll your eyes despite your smile, pushing on his chest. he sits up, helping you into a sitting position, and the two of you adjust your clothing and redress before reaching for the bag of previously forgotten food. the two of you eat in a comfortable silence, your head resting on mark’s shoulder as his free arm drapes around you. “so…” he says, piercing through the quiet, and you look up at him curiously. “daddy, huh?”
“shut up,” you pout, and he laughs, squeezing you closer to him.
“i’m not teasing, i just...never expected that you’d be into that.” he says, and you pause thoughtfully.
“the song got to me. she called him daddy, and...i guess i wanted to call you daddy.” you explain carefully, and he nods slowly in understanding.
“i definitely didn’t mind. you can call me that next time if you want.” he suggests, and you look at him, eyebrows arched in surprise.
“next time?” you ask, and he blanches.
“i mean...are...are we not together now?” he says nervously, and you look at him just long enough to make him squirm in discomfort.
“i don’t recall you ever asking me.” you say with a teasing smile, and he narrows his eyes at you playfully.
“well, in that case...will you be my girlfriend?” he asks, and you smile widely, leaning up to kiss his lips sweetly. he chases after you when you pull away, cupping your cheek and bringing you back to him. “is that a yes?”
“it’s a ‘hell, yes.’” you say, unable to stop smiling, and he beams at you.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Adora/Catra (She-Ra), Adora & Catra (She-Ra)
Characters: Shadow Weaver | Light Spinner (She-Ra), Hordak (She-Ra), Bow (She-Ra), Angella (She-Ra), Micah (She-Ra), Skeletor (He-Man), Glimmer (She-Ra)
Additional Tags: undercover cop, Mob/Cop au, Gang warfare, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD, Anxiety, Starting out with an M rating but plan to hit E, will update appropriately, ASL, Deaf Character, Sign Language, Abuse, Child Abuse, Trauma, We are gonna get pretty dark here, I'm sorry for being 'gritty reboot' trash, Also I liberally stole characters from the He-Man Universe, fight me about it, Emotional Manipulation, Amnesia, Memory Loss, Memory Alteration, Drugs, Recreational Drugs
Summary:
Criminal kingpin Hordak overdoses on a dangerous new recreational drug called Stallos. He leaves in his wake a power vaccuum that rocks the city to its very foundations.
Rookie detective Adora thinks that there may be something more to Hordak's death, and after she ignores orders to cease her investigation she is publicly fired. But with the help of her former boss, Angella, Adora is able to begin an independent undercover operation by befriending a senior officer in the Horde named Catra.
At first, Adora is absolutely certain that the best thing for everyone is to put Catra and the other Horde members in prison. But as time goes on, Adora becomes less sure of Catra's guilt. Adora is faced with the choice of risking everything to help a survivor of abuse, or serving justice to the cunning mastermind of a vicious drug ring.
i’ve never been in love (but i’ve never been opposed to it)
Summary:
“All right,” Ben cleared his throat and looked around the lecture hall. “For anyone else who wasn’t listening just now, our very first unit will be on AI security. Anyone else have any questions?” Rey gulped and wished she could sink into the wall. From a few rows up, Finn threw her a piteous look.
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The University/Tech-Scene AU, with Ben Solo as the prickly but lovable TA, and Rey as *that* girl who always comes to Friday night Office Hours.
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Looking back on it Peter would often ask himself; ‘How did I manage to get myself into that situation?’ Well, the answer was quite simple. Tony Stark. Tony Stark was the one that convinced him to join the Avengers and if he hadn’t done that he wouldn’t have gone on the stupid (extremely awesome) X-men/Avengers team up, and if he hadn’t done that then he wouldn’tve been stuck beneath a quickly crumbling building with a blue elfin mutant who had an (to his innocent Queens-bred ears) almost indecipherable German accent.
See, Tony Stark was to blame for all of this! Every single bit of it. None of it could possibly be blamed on Peter’s inattention at the time, or his penchant to go rushing to the rescue with out first weighing the risks. Nope, it was all Mister Stark.
Peter was sitting in a corner of the darkened (and caving in) basement, thinking very hard on what exactly he would say to his mentor when, and if, he saw him again, and definitely not thinking at all about the last time a building had fallen on top of him, or the fact that the walls were closing in, and they were probably running on a limited air supply, and it already felt like the oxygen was running out. He tucked his knees up to his chin and glanced sideways at his compatriot. Code name Nightcrawler if memory served.
“Uh...you doin’ okay?” He whispered, afraid that a loud noise might bring the building crashing down.
