"Pretty In Pink" - Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader
a/n: nerd!aemond x bimbo!reader + a halloween party 🤭🤭🤭
Summary: Aemond gets to know you, the gorgeous girl from his High Valyrian class who seems to be struggling with her studies.
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, slight corruption kink, slight innocence kink, dumbification, tiddy succin, degradation, oral f receiving, oral m receiving, p in v sex, choking
Word Count: 3,690 words
Rating: 18+, MDNI
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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Aemond Targaryen is always that guy. The one who gets to class early as fuck, sets out his pens and color-coded notes, his tablet to take additional notes, his highlighters, everything on the tiny desks that your university provides. Today is no exception. He gets to class a full ten minutes before time and picks his usual seat right in the middle of the lecture hall. High Valyrian is a dead language, sure, but that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t learn it. It’s the language of his ancestors, after all.
He rests his chin on his hand, observing as the classroom slowly fills up. It’s mostly linguistics majors, some history majors like himself, and some people who just need an upper division elective. You fall into the third category. He hears you before he sees you, giggling at something one of your friends says outside the lecture hall, then the clacking of your kitten heels on the linoleum floor. His eye moves to you as you walk his way.
You’re dressed to the nines for school. It’s been a habit of yours ever since freshman year. Today, you’ve elected to wear a pretty pink short-sleeved gingham sundress, one that hits your mid-thigh, paired with white heels. Aemond has to physically stop his jaw from dropping at the way you look as you walk toward him, your hips swaying effortlessly as you wave to a few of your other friends in the class. Mentally, he gives thanks to whatever deity or deities exist that have made it so that your usual spot has been taken by someone else.
You take a seat beside him, giving him a quick smile. You lean over to take your notebook out of your bag, and of course, it’s pink and sparkly, just like everything else you own, including the gel pen you start writing with. Aemond watches as you cross your legs, the way your dress hikes up ever so slightly to reveal a bit more of your thigh. He shifts in his seat, pulling his shirt down slightly to cover the crotch of his pants, making every effort not to look at you. He swallows thickly, doing his best to listen to the professor as he lectures, though it seems entirely uninteresting when compared to you.
You seem to notice when his gaze travels to you once again, considering the sweet little smile you give him before returning to your notes. Aemond is struck by how adorable you are, the perfect combination, in his opinion, of cuteness and sex appeal. Unable to help himself, he leans over to see your notes, biting back a chuckle of amusement at the number of sad faces and question marks you’ve put on them, indicating that High Valyrian is clearly not your forte. From what Aemond knows about you, you’re a political science major, so it’s likely you picked this hoping it would be an easy A.
Feeling bad for you, he leans in closer, tapping you on your shoulder, knowing that he has to do whatever he can to help this adorable, sweet, yet incredibly hot girl.
“Do you need some help with the class?” he whispers when you turn his way.
Your lips part in surprise, and he can’t help but wonder if your lip gloss is flavored as you question, “Oh my gosh, you’re that guy who got a perfect LSAT score.”
Aemond smiles awkwardly, feeling a bit flattered at you acknowledging his achievement, before nodding, “Yeah, that’s me. So what are you struggling with?”
“Everything in this class,” you say, pouting slightly.
Those fucking lips of yours look too damn pretty like that, he thinks to himself before answering, “I could tutor you if you want? I’m pretty good at High Valyrian.”
You look at him through your lashes, a cute little grin on your face, “Oh, wow, you would tutor me? That’s so nice of you!”
You extend your hand to formally introduce yourself, as if he doesn’t already know the name of the hottest girl on campus.
Aemond takes your soft hand in his, barely able to hold back the groan threatening to erupt from his throat as he introduces himself, “I’m Aemond.”
Your pen rolls off of your desk, earning a frustrated sigh from you. Aemond, wanting to prove himself as your knight in shining armor, leans forward to pick up your pencil, from where it's fallen between your desks. However, he misjudges how far he needs to lean over and ends up having to grab onto your thigh to steady himself. His face flushes bright red at the feeling of your soft flesh against his hand, while you seem to think nothing of it, blinking at him owlishly and resting a hand on his shoulder as if to help right him, asking if he's alright.
He nods silently, almost unable to believe that actually just happened. He’s painfully hard at this point, and hopes that he can make it through the rest of class without making a fool of himself.
After the lecture is finally over, you turn to him with that bright-eyed innocent smile and question, “So maybe we can meet at my dorm?”
He nods, eye flickering to your lips before murmuring, “Uh huh. I mean, yes. Great.”
“Perfect, I’m in Holly, room 313.”
Aemond watches you as you turn to leave, admiring the way your dress flounces behind you as you walk, giving him the tiniest peak at the curve of your ass. Do you know what you’re doing to him? You’re driving him fucking crazy. He heads back to his dorm in a daze, quickly managing to fix his hair, change his shirt, and even spritz on a bit of aftershave. He feels like an idiot, but he doesn’t care. He’s going to your dorm. He needs to look his absolute best.
As he walks to your building, he makes an effort to think of the unsexiest thoughts he can, hoping that it’ll calm him down. And it does, at least for a little while.
He shows up at Holly room 313 and knocks on the door, his heart in his throat as he waits for you to answer. And when you do? All he can do is stare like a deer in headlights. You’ve changed into a pair of pink shorts and a white tank top, one that makes it glaringly obvious that you’ve chosen to get rid of your bra. And you just give him that innocent smile and greet him, moving aside to let him enter your dorm.
“So you have a single?” he asks, noting the absence of a roommate.
“Mhm, Alysanne is studying abroad in Pentos,” you explain, closing the door.”
“Oh, so we’re all alone here,” Aemond mumbles, glancing at your bed, his mind running at a hundred miles a minute at the fact that there’s no roommate around to interrupt the two of you.
You nod, “We can sit on my bed and get started,” you say, your voice sweet and welcoming/
His heart skips a beat and he walks over to your tiny single and takes a seat. He can hardly fucking breathe. You take a seat beside him and begin studying, your thighs and arms flush against his as you do. Aemond feels goosebumps form on his arm at the way your warm skin feels against his. He does his best to actually help you with your High Valyrian, explaining the verb conjugations and such in a way you find easy to understand. But fuck if he isn’t rock hard when you say “dracarys”, your lips twisting so perfectly as you do.
You lean over to grab something from your nightstand, your chest brushing against his arm. Fuck, he can feel your nipples through the thin fabric of your tanktop, his blood boiling, hormones racing. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this attracted to anyone in his entire life. And then? As the two of you continue studying? You playfully grab his glasses, trying them on with a cute grin.
“Do I look smart like you now?”
Aemond’s cheeks flush, “They, um, look even better on you. You should just keep them,” he mumbles.
You giggle, shaking your head, “No, I can’t see through these. They look better on you,” you say, placing them back on his face, “They make you look like a professor, like Indiana Jones or something.”
He laughs awkwardly, his blush getting even worse as you move to lean against him, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “You’re a brat.”
You give him that adorable little pout, the one that has him straining against his jeans, as you protest, “I am not!”
Aemond raises an eyebrow, “Oh, really? Then what are you? A tease?”
You tilt your head to the side, looking at him with those sweet doe eyes, “I’m not a tease…”
Aemond cannot for the life of him understand how you can be so sensual and innocent at the same time. It’s driving him insane. You get up to grab yourself a drink from the minifridge in your dorm, offering Aemond one as well, proudly proclaiming you snuck it in during move-in week.
“Sneaky,” he chuckles, “Sure. I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
He watches as you bend over, staring right at that perfectly round ass of yours. He can imagine grabbing you by it, squeezing the supple flesh between his hands, slapping it-
He’s cut off by you standing right in front of him, handing him a bottle of orange soda, “Here you go, Aemond!”
Why does his name sound so fucking nice when you say it? He watches as your lips wrap around the bottle, imagining your lips wrapped around his cock instead, as you gaze up at him with those doe eyes, his hips bucking against you as he fucks your throat…
It’s a miracle he hasn’t cum in his pants by the time the two of you finish studying.
“Are you going to the Halloween party at Kappa?” you ask.
“Um, maybe,” he pauses, “Are you?”
He can smell your lavender body wash, the hint of rose in your shampoo with how close you are to him.
“Uh huh. I’m going with Erryk. Or Arryk. I can never tell which one is which.”
Aemond freezes at your words, his mind reeling with jealousy and disappointment, “You’re going with… Oh, um okay.” There’s a subtle edge in his voice that you don’t pick up on, “You know, I don’t have a date or anything so I actually might just skip it-”
“Aw, come on,” you protest, “You don’t need a date to have fun! You should totally come. Kappa has the best parties.”
“Oh, well, I guess,” he relents, looking at you again, letting you draw him in, “Yeah, okay.”
“Cool,” you smile, getting off of your bed, “I should probably get ready then. You won’t even recognize me in my costume!”
Aemond regrets coming to this stupid party the minute he gets into the sorority house. It’s all a bunch of drunk assholes grinding against each other, playing beer pong, listening to shitty house music. He sighs, glancing around to see if he recognizes anyone. He sees his older brother, but fucking hell, he’s not going to hang out with him. Rhaena isn’t at the party, nor is Helaena, so he grabs a soda and leans against a wall. Daeron insisted he had to wear a costume, so he’s put on a pair of ridiculous looking wolf ears that he prays Aegon doesn’t get to see along with a shirt that has a few rips in it.
And that’s when he sees you, dressed in a sexy little white bunny costume, a body suit that shows off your thighs and the slightest hint of your ass with a low plunging neckline that gives him a generous view of your cleavage. You even have bunny ears and a little tail to complete the look. He sees you standing with the Cargyll twins, giggling and chatting with them and, of course, Aegon. He nearly sees red at the way Aegon eyes you up and down like you’re a piece of meat, not that he’s much better.
You turn his way and immediately walk over to him, a spring in your step as you greet him and pull him into a hug, taking him by surprise, “Yay, you came!”
The feeling of your chest pressed against his is almost too much to handle as he gives you an awkward hug back, “Yeah… Nice costume.”
“Thank you,” you chirp, doing a little twirl and stopping so that your back is to him, “Do you like my tail?”
“I love it,” he says, a bit too enthusiastically, admiring the little accessory that rests just above the curve of your ass, “You look great.”
“And what are you supposed to be?” you tease, looking up at him.
“I’m a wolf,” he mumbles, “I know, it’s lame.”
“Ooo, I should stay away from you then, you might hunt me down,” you giggle, nudging him.
Well, that definitely awakens something carnal deep inside of him, something carnal and hungry, as he imagines chasing you down, hunting you, preying on you. He barely notices when you drag him onto the dance floor, declaring that the two of you are going to dance, completely having ditched your date, much to his delight.
Aemond is more than a little bit shocked when you immediately turn your back to his front and begin grinding against him, that sexy ass of yours moving against him as you sway to the beat of the song. He knows he’s embarrassingly hard right now with the way you keep rubbing up against him, but it doesn’t seem like you mind. And he wonders just how you look underneath that costume.
When you turn around to face him, pulling him close with a mischievous little smile on your face, he moves to rest his hands on your hips, your bodies pressed against each other as you continue to dance.
It’s too much to handle for the poor guy and he blurts out, “Can we go back to yours?”
You nod, gazing into his eyes, biting your lip, a sight that has him ready to jump you where you stand, “Mhm.”
His gaze flickers down to your cleavage, watching the way your chest rises and falls, your breathing growing more erratic as he leans in. You stand on your toes and brush your lips against his in the barest tease of a kiss before whispering against him.
“Let’s go…”
The walk back to your place is torturously slow. Aemond feels he’s about to explode, watching you walk in that costume, watching you smile and try to carry on a conversation with him when it’s taking every bit of his self restraint to hold himself back from jumping your bones in the middle of the quad.
When the two of you finally get up to your room, Aemond hates himself for it, but a wave of insecurity and shyness washes over him as you close the door. Do you even actually like him? Or is this just so he keeps tutoring you?
“Are you gonna kiss me now?” you ask him with that adorable smile of yours, gazing up at him expectantly, making all of his worries melt away.
He leans in, his hands trembling slightly as he holds you by the waist and presses his lips to yours hesitantly. But the minute his lips touch your soft, plush ones, he loses any semblance of self control. He’s not the most experienced kisser, you think to yourself, but he makes up for it with how fucking eager he is. How he whines slightly when you pull away for air, only stopping his complaining when you kiss him again. The two of you stand at the foot of your bed and you giggle as you push him onto his back, crawling over him to straddle his waist. You grind yourself against him, loving the way he grits his teeth, how his fingers twist in your sheets as he feels your ministrations.
“Do you wanna taste me, Aemond?” you ask, voice deceptively innocent.
He nods eagerly, tugging at your costume, letting out a low moan as your breasts spill free from their confines. Aemond gazes up at you, awestruck as you rid yourself of the rest of the fabric leaving you completely naked. His hands move to cup your breasts, squeezing them, eye closing as he tries to buck his hips up against yours. You sigh contentedly as he chances it and wraps his lips around one of your nipples, eagerly moving his tongue across the pert bud, suckling at it, one of his hands on your other breast, squeezing, while the other gropes at your ass. He’s pretty sure that if there’s a heaven, it’ll be this moment, over and over.
Aemond can barely contain his excitement when you pull yourself up to rest your knees on either side of his head, your bare pussy hovering over his face. You brace your arms against the wall, throwing your head back with delight as you feel him lapping at your slick folds.
“Aemond,” you whimper, rolling your hips, “Oh my gods…”
He grabs your thighs, forcing you to press yourself even closer against him. He tosses his glasses aside to some far flung corner of the room, deciding that those are a problem for future Aemond, because present Aemond is too busy burying his face between your thighs. He moves his tongue against you in frenzied movements, grinning to himself at the way you cry out as his nose rubs against your clit.
“Right there,” you let out the sweetest little whine as you grind yourself against his nose, his tongue still moving in and out of you at a furious pace, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm, “Oh, oh fuck…”
The wet sounds he makes, the fucking obnoxious slurping noises, should make you feel embarrassed, and him too for that matter, but you don’t care, not when you’re too busy losing yourself in the tidal wave of pleasure your climax brings as you spill yourself on his tongue. And when you move to get off of him, he shakes his head, strengthening his grip on your thighs as he continues mouthing at your cunt.
“Aemond,” you whimper, though you make no effort to move away and instead wrap one of your hands in his hair, tugging slightly, “Too much…”
He nuzzles his nose against your clit, making you squeal before me wraps his lips around the swollen bud, suckling at it over and over. Your body tenses, the coil in your stomach winding tighter and tighter as he continues, alternating between suckling at your clit and rolling his tongue over it until you spill yourself again, coming on his tongue with a cry of his name.
Aemond gently helps you off of him, never taking his eye off of you as he gets rid of his shirt and jeans. Your lips part in surprise at how fucking big he is. Before he can say anything, you’re sitting on your knees, between his legs, mouth wrapped around his cock, giving him the most mind-blowing pleasure he’s ever experienced in his life. His hands twist in your hair, breath coming out in tiny pants as he bucks his hip against your mouth. You gaze up at him through your lashes, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth as he fucks it relentlessly, unable to control himself.
“Fuck, fuck,” he whimpers, “I’m gonna cum, you gotta stop, I wanna cum inside you, please, please, please…”
He watches as you move your lips off of him with a lewd, wet popping noise, a little pout on your face, “But I wanna taste you… Next time?”
He nods wordlessly before asking, “I, um, I don’t have a condom… Do you?”
“I have an IUD,” you say, moving to straddle his hips, “Can I be on top?”
He nods, moaning as you sink down onto his cock, your pussy taking him so fucking perfectly as you begin to rock your hips against his, “Oh gods, fuck, you’re so… Oh fuck…”
You bounce your hips up and down on him and his eye is locked on the subtle jiggle of your breasts as you do, hips bucking up against yours wildly, his cock hitting that spot inside of you that has your eyes rolling back as you cry out his name. You move your hand between where your bodies are joined, playing with your clit, bringing yourself to your peak, squeezing tight around him as you soak his cock.
You’re surprised when he flips the two of you over and begins pounding into you, erratic and frantic, his hair falling in his face, his hand on your throat, “Fuck, fuck, you look so pretty like this, bunny. This is what you wanna be, isn’t it? My dumb little bunny.”
You nod, gasping at his words, yet feeling extremely turned on by them as he ruts against you, “Y-yeah…”
“Use your words, bunny,” he says, gently patting your face, his voice raspy yet condescending, “Who’s making you feel like this? Who’s fucking you?”
“Aemond,” you manage to eke out, “Oh, fuck, yes, right there…”
“That’s… Fucking… Right,” he growls, fucking you deeper with every word, finally spilling himself deep inside you, rolling his thumb over your clit in quick circles, bringing you to your end once again before collapsing against you.
The two of you lay there, curled up on your tiny bed, breathless, sweaty, and entirely spent.
“So,” you ask breathily, “Are you, like, my boyfriend now?”
All prior bravado gone, Aemond nods, cheeks entirely flushed, “I… If you want me to be, bunny.”
You nod, pressing yourself up against him before giving him a soft kiss on his lips.
Well, maybe the two of you aren’t entirely spent, judging by the way you can feel him growing hard against your thigh.
Can you write something where Reader had taken care of Harry all night because he was sick and then she has to wake up to care for their child and maybe the child wants to give Harry cuddles to make him feel better.
Sick Daddy /concept/
AN: had this in my inbox for a while but am trying to clear some of my requests out so here you finally go. its very short because this ask just felt like it didn't need to be crazy long. hope you enjoy still. send you feedback. xoxo
This story contains: mentions of throw up, the rest is fluff
{ husbandrry - dad!harry - any harry era }
word count- 566
You and your son Oliver make Harry a breakfast to hopefully feel better because he'd been sick the previous night. Then after Harry's better, you and Ollie catch the same bug and Harry takes care of you both as you did for him.
You'd been up off and on with Harry all night. He seemed to have caught some type of stomach bug and nearly every hour of the night woke up to be sick. Though Harry insisted you just stay in bed, of course you were gonna be right by his side. Placing a little clip in his hair to hold his bangs out of his face and rub his back as he heaved over the toilet.
Now it's eight in the morning and your little one, Oliver, who's five, is awake. Though you're dead tired from you lack of sleep, you go into Ollies bedroom and help him get dressed and brush his teeth. Once that's all done, Oliver asks, "Where's daddy? Wanna go see him."
Kneeling down to his level, you reply, "Daddy's feeling a bit ill today, loves. He'll probably be in bed for a while. But, how about you help mummy make daddy some tea and toast to hopefully feel better."
With a concerned look on his small face, Oliver nods, "Alright, mummy. Then can I cuddle daddy? Daddy cuddles me when I don't feel very well so it might make him feel better."
Thinking for a moment, you answer, "Maybe. We'll have to see. I don't want you catching whatever bug he has though."
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Oliver helped you prepare an easy breakfast for Harry. One that will hopefully not bother his stomach. Once it's ready, you carry it on a tray and Ollie walks up the stairs beside you, excited to finally see his daddy today.
When you walk in the bedroom, Harry is curled up under the covers sleeping, a thin layer of sweat coating his skin. You set the tray down and nudge his shoulder, "Harry babe, wake up for me. Got you something to drink and eat that you'll hopefully be able to keep down."
Harry slowly turns over and sits up. With his very messy bed-head, he croaks out, "Awe, thank you, m'love. I'll try to eat some of it. Not really that hungry though."
Oliver steps to the side of the bed and asks, "Daddy sick?"
Harry looks down and answers, "Yeah baby, daddy's tummy hasn't been well. But mummy is the best doctor around so I'm sure I'll be good to go in no time."
Harry sat in bed and munched on his plain toast and sipped his tea while you and Oliver sat at the foot of the bed to keep him company. After some persuasion, you finally let Oliver cuddle Harry. You knew it was a risk of him getting sick too but you were also at risk from just being in the same house as him.
Luckily Harry was able to keep that food down and with some more rest, got to feeling better within twelve hours. Unluckily to you and Ollie though, two days later you both woke up to sick tummies and it was Harry's turn to play doctor. With the amount of vomit he had to clean up he should become a professional cleaner.
It got so bad that he had to migrate everyone to the living room where he could watch you both at the same time. One moment holding up the barf bucket for Oliver and the next moment holding it up for you. He gave y'all tons of cuddles and extra love and within a day everyone was well again.
(PLEASE REBLOG BECAUSE WRITING IS NOT EASY AND IT'S FREE SO JUST DO IT)
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Jules Bianchi's legacy lives through her, and as Y/N battles the highs and lows of racing, she also has to battle her heart
golden hour - ꔫ ꕥ ♡
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Summary: Joining the construction of a new vehicle in the Stark line, Peter meets a girl from the mechanics team, and soon falls in love with her. Little does he know that this girl is actually a Stark.
Genre: Romance, Familiar.
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Note: Requests are open, feel free to leave your ideas, I will love to write them! Hope you like this story!
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How boring teenager life is being for Peter.
Aside from the Star Wars marathons with Ned and the excursions to museums and scientific labs, Peter couldn't find another fun activity in his student routine (maybe physics tests, but Peter hasn't stopped to analyze yet).
Now that many villains have been arrested, he's experiencing an unexpected period in New York City history: peace.
Peace? On Queens?
Yes, Peter also can't believe it.
The level of violence decreased so much, that Peter had'nt dealt with robberies for three weeks. Not even Flash was bullying or insulting anyone at school.
What the heck is happening?
Not that Peter wasn't happy, it's great to see that things are changing for the better. That's the main reason why he became Spiderman.
However, from experience, Peter knew that a new danger would come sooner or later. The more peaceful the environment is, the more the chances of a surprise attack; and the more chances of a surprise attack, the more anxious Peter gets.
So he decided to search a new activity where he could spend all his spare energy. Tony then invitated him to join the construction of a new car for Stark's automobile line.
Peter accepted on the spot.
He didn't know anything about cars, but at least it would help him escape from his nervousness and boredom. He could even invest in the "Spider Car", who knows. Swinging from one building to another with webs can get pretty tiring.
What the boy didn't know, was that in that project he would find something much more interesting. Something that would make him forget how to breathe with just one look.
Someone, to be more precise. And her name is ______. The most amazing girl Peter has ever met in his life.
Of course, MJ was very important in his life, but his feelings for her were slow to emerge.
With _____ it was different.
Peter was walking down the hall in frustration, as he missed the path to the car workshop 3 times; fortunately, a ward guard saved him a fourth time.
He was just so late, that he started to tear his nails in attempt to calm down. First day on the project, and he would make a bad impression.
'Awesome Peter, just...awesome.' he thought, hammering himself mentally.
Finally, he entered the workshop: his eyes widened when he spotted the place.
Welcome to The Jungle by Guns & Roses echoed through the workshop's extensive speakers. The place was sensational, walls completely lined with metal, glass shelves filled with materials or paints, and even a space with sofas to chat or play Need For Speed on an Xbox. People were very warm inside, Peter could not see a person alone or in silence: everyone was talking with huge smiles on their face.
And of course, the cars wouldn't be missing. Most of them were large and well built, all colorless. They were like white canvases, waiting to be painted with beautiful colors and shapes.
Even a person who doesn't like cars would get excited about in place.
"Peter?"
The boy quickly turned his head back, surprised that someone in the crowd knew his name. Someone with a voice so sweet that Peter could spend hours listening without getting bored.
Then Peter spotted her.
"Nice to meet you, my name is _____. " The girl presents herself, offering her hand to greet him.
Peter's mouth gaped for a few seconds. He always wondered what it was like to be fascinated with someone without even meeting them.
Now he knows.
Seeing that the girl was waiting for an answer, Peter came out of the trance and gave her a nervous smile.
"H-hi!" He took her hand, swaying gently. Her hand was so soft. "M-my name is Peter...but you already know that! You came to greet me..." He put his hand behind his neck, not knowing how to deal with this bubbling feelings on his body.
Fortunately, the girl smiled back, not noticing his nervousness. "Mr. Stark told me that you are interested in helping here in the workshop."
"Yes!" Peter responded quickly, then blushed. 'Control yourself Peter, or she'll think you're crazy,' He corrected himself mentally.
"And do you like cars?" She asked warmly.
"It is not some of my passion, but I would like to learn more about them." He replied, genuinely interested in learning.
____ nodded with a smile on her face. "Well, as it isn't a subject that you know so much, I can show you some areas and you choose which one you want to work with." She proposed.
"Which one do you work on?" Peter don't know if he asked this just out of curiosity or because he wanted to work in the same area to get closer to her. Probably the second option.
"I'm one of the mechanics. "She replied, her eyes full of proud and satisfaction when she mentioned her profession.
"Wow, do you fix those cars?" Peter asked with wide eyes. "You are really very talented."
Flattered, the girl giggled. "I wouldn't say talented, I also depend on my team. They are wonderful."
'Not as much as you' , Peter thought.
"Can I le-learn more about mechanic with you? You know, just in case my car breaks down on the road in the future, I'll have to know how to deal with it." He asked nervously, receiving the girl's laugh in return. Peter wanted to hear that laugh for the rest of his life.
"Of course Peter, it will be a pleasure." She answered him.
And it really was.
Since that day, the two have not stopped talking with each other.
First, about mechanics. Peter loved it when _____ explained things to him . It was so beautiful to see her joy in sharing what she learned with others, and Peter promised himself that he would never stop showing interest, not matter how boring the subject becomes.
Mechanics was not very ecstatic for him, but Peter is a person who seeks knowledge and manages to learn and execute anything with excellence. He didn't brag, but he was pleased to see the proud expression ______ gave him everyone he suceed.
After a few days, they talked about more personal things, like hobbies, dreams, quirks, or "the best Star Wars movie ever made".These conversations then led them to several dates. They went out for karaoke, bowling, museum, and even went to a Tony sponsored car race.
In all these "dates", Peter tried to advance in contact with her. Usually he would intertwine his arm with hers, but then it grew to his arm around her back, and finally, he managed to hold her hands for an entire night.
Peter noticed that _____ was interested in him too. He wasn't sure at first, because she slowly got used to Peter's touches, but after a long kiss on the cheek that he received from taking her home, his hope grew absurdly.
He wanted to have her as his girlfriend, but Peter was too insecure to take courage.
Fortunately, he knew exactly who to ask for help.
"Mr. Stark!" Peter exclaimed when he saw him in the tower's kitchen. "I need help." Peter sat on the counter chair in front of the kitchen.
Tony, who was frying an omelet, put out the fire and put the food on the plate, taking it to the counter before paying attention to the boy." What happened Peter? Did you break the uniform lenses again?
"No..." Peter dragged his hand over his face, remembering some disastrous occasions. "The uniform is intact."
"Hum." Tony shrugged and took a bite of his omelet, making a sound of delight at the taste of the food. "Wow, Peter, you have to taste this, I don’t think I’ve ever cooked anything so good in my life. "He said with his mouth full, bringing the food to Peter’s mouth.
"Thank you Mr. Stark, but no." Peter refused, causing Tony to stop. The boy sighed tiredly, and laid his head on the surface. "I just... I'm dealing with things that I don't understand right now."
Tony, realizing the boy's nervousness, left his food and put his hand on Peter's shoulder. "Come on kid, you can talk to me."
Peter raised his head. "... It's a girl."
Tony smiled as if he had discovered a new device for his machines. Whom he could deceive, the boy is like a son to him. Tony then sat on the counter, mentally preparing all the advices he could give to Peter.
Just like he did with _____ last night.
Peter continued. "I met her a few weeks ago at the workshop. It was like in the movies, you know? I couldn't even blink." He smiled. "And by a miracle she liked me too, and we’ve been spending a lot of time together since then."
_____ also said she met a boy at the workshop. That's funny, Tony never imagined that a car-building place could form couples.
"I've been thinking a lot about asking her to be my girlfriend, but I not sure how to do it right. I thought you could help me."
Tony smirked, proud of his reputation as a guru. He put a hand on Peter's shoulder "You came to the right guy. Now tell me, how's your dream girl?"
"Beautiful." Peter said smiling, with his chin in his hand. "Do you know when someone is so contagious that they steal a smile from you face without having to say anything? She is like that, Mr. Stark." Tony put his hand over his mouth slightly, trying to hide his laughter, he didn't want to make the boy feel even more insecure. But Peter's passionate face was too funny.
As funny as ____.
"Dad! Don't laugh at me, you mean!" ____ protested seeing Tony squirm with laughter. She rolled her eyes. Why does he have to make so much fun? As if he isn't' like that with Pepper.
"Sorry honey." He lets out another laugh, but finally looks at her. "It's just... Wow, ok, now I can talk. Honey, I'm not making fun of you. I laughed because your face was so funny while you talked about this boy." He approached his daughter, holding her face with his hands. "You really like him, right?"
____ nodded shyly. She was so relieved now that she told Tony. It's good for her to have that trusting relationship with her father. Despite all the other concerns, Tony always tried to be a present father to his little girl, whether he was an Avenger or not.
"How about this: invite this boy to the party tomorrow, and introduce us. I want to meet him."
"Okay, but you have to promise me that you won't do another one of those IQ tests." Tony laughed, remembering the occasion. Jake, ____'s first boyfriend, was so nervous when Tony did this test, that the boy felt sick. It was nothing serious, but he spent about 40 minutes in the bathroom.
Tony kissed her forehead, and smiled. "You are so boring."
"And this morning she invited me to a party on the eighth floor, and I don't know what to do!" Peter runs a hand over his face, pulling his eyelids down.
"Wait, what did you say?" Tony suspected, connecting the dots. No, he must be mad.
Peter's girl can't be Tony's daughter.
Not that he didn't love the boy, but he would like the two to be just friends. However, Tony can't imagine a kinder and more reliable boy to take care of his daughter than Peter. He's perfect, but if he joins the family, it means that Tony is going to lose his little girl, and Tony isn't prepared to that.
"She invited me... To the party... Mr Stark, are you okay?" Peter asked, not understanding Tony's shocked expression. It looked like he had seen two heads on Peter.
"...Yes I'm fine." Tony blinked a few times, trying to calm himself. He could already feel the cold sweat on his hands. Tony took a deep breath.
'Control yourself Stark. If you managed to build Friday, you can deal with this situation. It's just dating! She is in good hands.'
"Ok..." Tony looks Peter in the eye. "Kid, the first thing I want you to understand is that regardless of who this girl is, if you want to date her, you must take good care of her. And I said very good care."
Peter nodded nervously, finding Tony's tone scary.
"Second, you must remember that it's not only with Peter Parker she will date, but with Spiderman as well. There is no harm in wanting to protect her from the dangers that your superhero life brings, but you must be honest with her. You are a good boy Peter, don't let your fear ruin your relationship. Capiche?"
"Capiche." Peter smiled, grateful for the older man's advice. It was as if an anvil had been removed from his chest, he was so distressed. Tony's words filled him with courage.
"And most important of all: Don't break her heart. Imagine if her billionaire and dangerous father finds her crying in the corners. You won't like what will come on your way." Tony squeezed the boy's shoulder a bit tightly, looking at him seriously. Peter frowned, very confused, but Tony just shrugged, "Just a hypothesis." He smiled innocently, then slapped the boy's back. "Now come on, we have to find a decent outfit for the party today."
(...)
Peter was leaning against the bar, eating some snacks while waiting anxiously for _____. The party was still beginning, but a lot of people was arriving, dressed as if they were at an awards ceremony. Peter looked at himself, analyzing his gray designer blazer and pants. he didn’t like to wear that kind of outfit, but at least Tony let him wear an Darth Vader blouse beneath the blazer.
He scanned the elevator again, checking to see if _____ arrived. Peter smiled when he saw her enter the room, so beautiful in her blue sundress and sandals. One of the things he most appreciated about ____ was that regardless of the occasion, she dressed as she liked,not caring about the opinion of others. Her clothes are her identity, and that's exactly what she wants people to see.
And even if she came up with a Grinch costume, she would be the most beautiful girl of the party for Peter.
____ spotted him, smiling so brightly that she could replace the sun.
Peter smiled back, and, realizing that she was running towards him, opened his arms and held her tight when she jumped on him.
'Okay Peter, you can calm down now. She is in your arms.'
He lifted her off the floor, making her laugh with joy. Peter laughed along with her. He returned her to the ground. "You look stunning today." She said, looking at the boy's clothing. Peter blushed instantly.
"Not as much as you." He confessed, stealing another radiant smile from the girl. Peter sighed in frustration, he needed to ask her to date him right now!
'Ok Peter, you can do it. As we practice in the mirror. '
"_____, I wanted-"
"Peter I- "
The two spoke together, and started to laugh.
"You first."Peter said, gentleman as always.
____ smiled. "I want to introduce you to someone." She looked forward, making Peter look too. Tony was walking towards them, with a smile on his face. Peter tilted his face to the side, confused.
'Why is Mr. Stark coming over here? And why is ____ looking at him so happy?'
Tony came up to the two of them, and hugged _____ side, kissing her hair.
"Peter, this is my dad Tony... Dad, this is Peter." She introduced them nervously, hoping that Tony wouldn't be hard on him.
'Dad?'
Peter's eyes widened, "Mister Stark?" He asked completely shocked.
"Yes kid." Tony said, with a silly smile on his face.
"Do you guys know each other?" _____ asked, wondering how the two interacted.
"Remember that promising intern I hired a year ago?" Tony asked, looking at his daughter. He pointed to the boy next, "Peter Parker."
____ opened her eyes wide, and a big smile appeared on her face. "So you are the boy my dad keeps talking about!"
"Yeah..."Peter replied, still not believing that the girl of his dreams is Mr. Stark's daughter.
Peter looked at Tony cautiously, as a way of asking if it's okay with him for their relationship to continue. Tony nodded discreetly, approving the idea.
"I think I saw Pepper enter the room. I see you both later." Tony kissed his daughter's hair again, and approached Peter. "It was a pleasure to see you Peter." He hugged him. "Take good care of her." Tony whispered in his ear.
"The pleasure is mine, Mr. Stark," said Peter, his words directed to Tony's two sentences.
"So ... "____ approached Peter after Tony left them both. "What do you wanted to say?"
"I ..." Peter looked around, spotting Tony giving him a 'thumbs up' sign. Peter was filled with courage, and looked back at _____. "I want to say that I would love to have you as my girlfriend. If you'll have me."
The girl smiled, and moved closer to Peter. She took the boy's face and joined her lips with his. It was a simple kiss, but how they both dreamed of it. But before Peter could wrap her in his arms, _____ ended the kiss, touching her forehead with his.
"Why did you take so long?" She spoke softly, afraid to ruin the magic moment.
"I don't know, but I'll never make that mistake again. "Peter replied, wrapping his arms around the girl's waist and bringing her in for another kiss, this time more passionate.
From a distance, Tony was watching the couple, a little sad because his little girl finally found the love that would separate her from his arms, but happy because she was with the best person she could he could find for her.
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Series summary: You find out that you're pregnant. After being kicked out of your mom's house you go to live full time with your Dad who you only saw once every few months. Will he react badly to you being a mom at such a young age?
Chapter Summary: Your home in Boston and have a deep conversation with your dad.
Series Warnings: swearing, fighting with a parent, teen pregnancy, speak of abortion.
Chapter Warnings: Teen Pregnancy, mentions child abandonment in a way, slight fluff.
A/n: I did change the name of the series from: "I'll be there to help you the whole way" to "It Takes a village" you can still find all the chapters under the hashtag "I'll be there to help you the whole way" though.
It's now September, you and your dad were on the way to the airport as you finally could go home. You were doing online school that way when you go back to boston you won't have to switch schools. You didn't start getting anything for the twins yet as well you need it where you'll be with the twins.
"We're here." The driver said.
"Come on Sweet-pea." Chris helped you out of the car before handing you dodger's leash so he could grab the bags. You followed him into the airport and through security with little trouble.
Eventually, you were in your seats. You were watching a movie your hands on your belly, paying no attention to the world around you, a soft smile on your face as you felt the twins kicking. You've coms to complete terms with this and were excited to meet the babies. You and your dad already planned on decorating a nook in your room for them next week, and of course, it's going to be Disney themed. Your family are big Disney fans after all. You wouldn't be naming your kids Disney names if you were.
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You flopped backwards onto your bed happily. You missed this room. Missed being in this house mostly. You loved LA but this house this bed its home. Sure you loved you home in texas as well, but you wouldn't be going back there anytime soon. Maybe one day, you did miss that town. Not the people, well most of them but just the feel of the town, the place where you grew up, but with your ex and mom living there it probably won't happen.
"Hey peanut! Tomorrow we're having little get together for the family. They've missed us." Chris asked walking into your room.
"Yeah okay. Uh dad could we maybe go to the store and start getting stuff for Flynn and Felix this weeks? So next week we have everything."
"Sure! Let's get settled in a little more how about that?"
"Okay dad." You looked down at your belly resting your hands on it as you've come so used to in the last few months.
"I can't wait to meet my grandbabies!" He announced loudly. You laughed looking back at your dad who had a goofy grin and you now noticed that he had been holding something behind his back.
"What's behind your back?" You asked trying to peak.
"I got these for the twins." He pulled out two identical onesies that said "Grandpa's little man" on them.
"They're cute." You smiled.
"I know right! I saw them at Target before we left and my little men, obviously need them." Chris said happily putting a hand on your belly to fell his grandsons kicking.
"Yeah." You laughed. "I think they like them." You giggled.
"Of course they do the grandpa picked them out!" Chris declared smiling at you.
"Thank you dad." You said. His saved turned confused has he withdrew his hand from it's spot on top If your belly.
"For what Bubba?" He asked you moving so the town of you were sitting on your bed.
"For not giving up on me... For taking me in after mom-" You choked up for a second before continuing. "Kicked me out. For helping me still have a chance at a future.. I don't know not forcing me into anything." You leaned into his side pouring out all of the things you were grateful for from over the past 7 months.
"Oh y/n." He sighed. He wasn't expecting a deep conversation today. "You know your my baby girl, I'd never turn my back to you. And they." He nodded at your belly. "Wouldn't change that. I promise no matter what you'll have me by your side. And so will your sons." It was time for the waterworks you had your face shoved in his shirt as you cried. He rested his head on top of your wiping away his own tears before wrapping his arms around you.
He may have been shocked, a little mad, disappointed in you at first but he couldn't just have you on the streets of texas alone. Not that it would matter to much but he was so happy to know you were grateful. He hoped one day your mom would change her mind. Though he also knew what she did was quite unforgivable. All he knows is, even if your sons won't have their das in their life he'll be the best father figure for them.
Summary: Back at the Tower, Y/n has a talk with Pepper.
a/n: ohhh another part finished!! some new characters will be revealed next part and i’m so great full for @social-media-imagines-by-me fir helping me create them💕💕
You were furious.
You stormed into your room and slammed the door, finding satisfaction in the loud bang it produced. You then ripped through your drawers and closet, pulling on some work out clothes and some gloves. You then marched out of the room, slamming the door again, startling Sam and Bucky who happened to be passing by.
"Geez kid, slam it a little harder I don't think it fell off the hinges yet." Sam jokes, but you were in no joking mood so you swirled around with fire in your eyes.
"You okay doll?" Bucky softly asks, pushing a frightened Sam to the side. You sigh, knowing it's not fair to take out your anger on them.
"Sorry Sam, it's just...my biological mom is here and wants me to move in with her."
"Oh..." Bucky says, not good with things like this, " Do you want me to like...kill her or..."
"NO" You laugh, " It's just I haven't seen her in nine years and she has the audacity to come up here like it's nothing?!"
Your anger returns, " She thinks that just because she pushed me out of her vagina"
The two men cringe at the words
"That she can just claim me? That's not how it works!" You shout, " And, she brought her fucking husband. The man she left us for! Who does that?!"
Bucky looks at Sam, mentally asking him what they should do. Sam just rolls his eyes and turns back to you.
"Come on kid, it looks like you wanna punch something."
and with that he lead you to the training room where Steve was training with Peter.
"Come on queens, you gotta stay on your feet" Steve k=jokes as he, again, trips Peter.
"Mr. Rogers, do you think we should take a break?" Peter pants.
You stride pass them, not bothering to say hi. They look at Sam and Bucky for an explanation and just get a shake of the head.
"Hey Y/n that's my punching" Steve started to say when he saw you throw a hard punch to the bag, "Nevermind..."
You ignore the group behind you, opting to pummel the poor punching bag in front of you.
Your mind flashes back to your mother and her words.
"A girl needs her mother"
*punch*
"Oh petal I wanted to call"
*punch* *punch*
"Come to Gotham. Meet your siblings!"
*BANG*
You look down to see the punching bag flew off the hook and is spilling sand on the floor. You were confused, as you knew you weren't strong enough to do that, not even when you were angry.
"Wow, I guess Cap didn't secure that hook again."
You jump, not expecting someone to be there, as you heard Sam, Bucky, Steve, and Peter leave. You turn to see Pepper there looking at the bag in surprise. You sigh, stepping away from the mess and taking off your gloves. You make your way to the bench and take a swig of water.
"Did you need something Pep?" You ask, avoiding eye contact.
"Well, i was just wondering if my kid was okay. But given the fact that you punched that bag like it would restore your honor.."
You knew you shouldn't have showed her Avatar.
"I'm assuming your not." She finishes.
You give her a half smile, looking down at your hands.
"Y/n" She says, " Talk to me."
You finally speak, "Why now?"
Pepper frowns, understanding that small phrase, ' I don't know."
"She's not my mother." You state, " She...she might have been once but now?"
Pepper nods," I love you."
You smile, the words reassuring you, " I love you too Pep."
"Come on, your messing up your manicure." She says with a smile, standing and extending a hand towards you. You feel your demnor soften and your mood lighten. Pepper always managed to make you feel better.
"Yeah okay..thanks." You say, taking her hand and letting her pull you from the bench, " Are you hungry? Cause I am>"
Days went by and you hadn't heard a peep from Christine. It was like she went off to lick her wounds and just decided not to reach out again.
Which didn't bother you one bit.
But apparently the universe wanted to fuck with you because when you came home from a day out with Peter, there was your mother, Bruce Wayne, and all six million of her fucking kids sitting on the couch.
"What the fuck?" You say causing the attention to turn to you.
"Language" Peter says, You smile softly at him before then turning to glare at Tony.
"Don't look at me, it was your moth-uh Peppers idea." Tony stumbled, looking rather uncomfortable sharing a drink with the man that his...wife? girlfriend?... whatever she was left him for.
"Pep what?" You asking, softening your glare because you'd be damned if you disrespected her.
"I just think it'd be best if we clear the air and get everything out on the table." Pepper said in that tone she uses when she's dealing with difficult people or the press. You called it her CEO tone.
"Now, go take your bags upstairs and wash up. And I'll pretend that you aren't an hour late"
"It was Peter's idea..." You mumbled and walking to the stairs that lead to the bed rooms.
"It was not!" Peter shouts following you to the rooms to help with the bags.
Christine watched as her daughter walked out of the room, playfully arguing with Peter. It was as if she were a whole different person, carefree and playful. Totally different from when she was glaring and stiff when talking to her. It broke her heart hearing Tony refer to Pepper as her Mother rather than Christine. But what did she expect?
Damian scoffed catching her attention, "Mother I do not see why you've dragged us here, that girl didn't even acknowledge us."
"Damian, enough" Bruce said, not looking away from his awkward conversation with Tony.
"Gee if only I could do that with our kids." Tony mutters into his drink.
"Does Y/n argue often?" Bruce asks trying to engage in conversation.
Tony laughs before fondly speaking, " Sort of. She isn't the type to back down when she thinks something is right. There was this one time I caught her arguing with one of my business partners about his "condescending tone and misogynistic attitude"."
""And did she apologize after?"
"Hell no. She glared at me and told me apologizing just for his ego would be demeaning her experiences as a woman. Although to be fair he was an asshole."
Bruce chuckles, " She sounds like a well rounded young woman. How old was she then?"
"Ah about 10, it was funny seeing this little girl argue in a Justin Bieber shirt argue about the patriarchy with a full grown man."
Bruce and Tony shared a laugh, picturing the scene.
"You must be very proud of her." Bruce mentions after they quieted down. Tony let a small smile escape.
" I am. She's had a rough life, and I..." Tony trails off, " She means everything to me. Without her...I don't think I'd be the same person I am today."
And with that, Tony downed his drink and stood, " Want another?"
Bruce smiled and accepted, watching Tony leave. He can tell that the man was close to his daughter. A bond that formed due to a loss, they both grew from it and grew closer. He understood, thinking about his own children.
Pepper and Christine were having a somewhat similar conversation, although it was a little more tense.
"So...Pepper-"
"Virginia." Pepper said, cutting her off.
"Excuse me?"
"My name is Virginia. Pepper is a nickname my family calls me."
"Oh. Okay, Virginia, how long have you known Y/n and Tony?"
"Oh about nine or so years. I was promoted to assistant when I saw how much of a mess Tony was." Pepper said casually.
Dick and Jason tensed, overhearing the tense conversation between the two mothers. But before Dick could interrupt Jason sat him back down.
"I wanna see what happens."
Christine continued, " And when did you become a..more permanent around the house?"
"When I saw that Y/n the one taking care of Tony." Pepper said in a serious tone, "She was the one making sure he didn't choke on his vomit and eating cereal as his flings walked out the room. Then he got kidnapped...and y/n was alone. So I made sure she’d never be alone again.”
Christine heart sank. She knew about the whole kidnapping thing. Why she didn't step in, she doesn't know. It's just another thing she regrets to this day.
Before Pepper could continue, she heard two sets of footsteps and voices
"All I'm saying is, if he looks at me funny, I'm fighting him and that's that."
"Yeah maybe not the best impression on..." Peter cuts off when they reach the living room. Eyes again on the two of you.
"Let's get this over with." You muttered, saying bye to Peter and making way over to the couch to sit next to Pepper.
"Y/n!" Christine says happily, " I'm glad you're here. We brought you something!"
She pulls out a box and she carefully hands it over to you.
You look at it suspiciously before getting a nudge from Pepper.
"Thank you." You grit out. Earning a glare from Damian and Cassandra.
You open the box to see...cupcakes.
"They're the peanut butter strawberry cupcakes you used to like. Remember? I used to bring them when I came to see you." Christine says, trying to bring up good memories.
You frown and close the box, " I'm allergic to strawberries."
Lie.
Pepper casts a glance towards you, "They look lovely, let me take them into the kitchen, I'll check on dinner."
And with that she takes the box and leaves into the kitchen. Leaving you and Tony alone.
"So...Stark" Damian started fixing his gaze on you.
"Yes, Wayne?" You said, matching his energy.
"What exactly is it you want from my mother?" He asks, earning a groan from his older brothers.
"Well, I'd appreciate it if she left me alone." You say with a straight face.
Christine frowns but before she says something Damian speaks up again.
"Tt, all this drama for the likes of you? It's honestly disappointing" He drawls, trying to get under your skin.
"Damian!" Christine scolded.
"Well, I apologize for not meeting your standards. I'd try harder if I cared what a toddler thought of me."
Jason let out a surprised chuckle while the rest of the family looked on in shock. Tony just rolled his eyes.
"I do not understand why Mother insists on rekindling her relationship with you. You obviously weren't worth the effort the first time around." He spits, causing the rest of the family to gasp.
You however, just laugh, " When you figure it out, let me know. It's probably the same reason she puts up with you."
Damian glares, about to start in again when Jason cuts him off " Shut up Demon. She got you man."
"Tt"
"I'm Jason, and anyone who can out that brat in check is good in my book." He says sending you a smirk.
You smile back, " I'm friends with Loki and Wade Wilson, I'm hardly affected by anything anymore." Your dad rolls his eyes again, he’s not exactly enthusiastic about your choice in friends.
You like this one. Probably the one you're gonna be able to stand in this family.
"Don't hog her Jason!" Dick shouts pushing him away before turning to smile at you, " Hi! I'm-"
"Dick Grayson. I know, you spilled your champagne on my dress a few years ago at a New Years gala." You say, still a little bitter about it.
"Oh. heh, right, sorry about that. Again." He says sheepishly.
You turn to Cassandra, " You're Cassandra. You and your friend cornered me in the bathroom."
Cassandra scowls and looks away.
Then you turned to Tim, " And you need to learn how to secure your fire walls better."
Tim looked at you confused, "Um excuse me?"
You smirked, " Just a suggestion. I assume you don't want people to know about your...bats in the attic?"
The whole family froze.
You knew? There was no way.
"Kid, are you hacking again?" Tony said exasperatedly, " You promised you'd stop after the last time."
"Hey it's not my fault Shuri didn't think about changing her password." You say defensively, “ and it’s not like you were complaining when you had me hack into SHEILDS databases”
“What was that!?” Pepper shouts from the kitchen.
“Heheh, nothing dear.” Tony shouts back then in a hushed voice scolds you, “ I gave you fifty bucks to keep that a secret.”
“I didn’t say what you had me retrieve.” You said smugly leaning back in your chair.
Bruce didn’t know how to feel.
On one hand, this teen that objectively hates his family, knows their biggest secret. She can singlehandedly destroy their family and expose them. And she has the means to.
But on the other, she’s a perfect fit for their family. She gets along with Jason, doesn’t let Damian get under her skin, and from the looks of it can definitely take care of herself. Only thing is, again, she hates his wife and by association, his family.
“I’m sorry, hacking? You know that’s illegal right?” Tim asks, still in shock that you got past his security systems.
You turn to him and in a bored tone replied , “Yeah? and?”
Tim stuttered for a bit before going quiet with a blush. It was adorable really.
You had to hold back a laugh, it was fun getting this stuffy family all riled up. Especially when you can see the disapproval in Christines face.
“Tony, you let our daughter participate in illegal activities??” Christine asks with a raised brow.
The table goes silent at the tone of her voice. Knowing that when she uses it someone is really in trouble.
But you roll your eyes because how are you supposed to know what that tone means?
“I let my daughter express herself in a ...healthy way. She knows her limits.” Tony replies cooly, taking a drink and looking back into the kitchen wondering where Pepper went.
”Obviously not. Tony she has no regard for the laws at all! You think i didn’t see the headlines last year?!”
Ah yes, last year you had a slight scandal where you may have punched a pap for trying to get a picture up your skirt but who wouldn’t?!
“ And you let her hang around criminals and terrorists?!”
You scoff, “ Oh please everyone in the Avengers was a criminal or terrorist at least once.”
“Not helping kid.” Tony says, “Christine, you and your family have no right to come into my home and judge my family. I’ve been civil. Hell maybe a little too much. Mainly because if I wasn’t, my wife—err Fiancée, would kill me.”
You snicker, earning a few glares.
“Look the point is, don’t tell me how to raise my daughter. Especially because I was doing it all alone.” Tony finishes with a sigh.
The table goes silent. You were getting tired of all the tense silences today.
“ Look.” You turn to Christine, “ I get that you probably feel guilty or something because you ditched me. And I appreciate that or whatever.”
You were not good at this.
“ But I don’t wanna live with you.”
Christine looks down sadly, “ Y/n I just...I just want to get to know you again. You’re my baby.”
Before you could answer you heard a crash come from the kitchen and smoke fill the rooms.
“ Pepper?!” You cough, “ Dad what’s happening?!”
“ I don’t know. Stay here” He says summoning his suit.
“FRIDAY?!” You shout, but not hearing the AI.
The Wayne’s all looked at each other in panic. They didn’t bring their suits, thinking it was just a dinner.
You turn to them and shout “ Come with me, and stay low!”
You start to lead them to the stair case, knowing that the rooms were relatively safe.
“Come on!” you yell when they don’t follow you.
Christine stands from her seat and makes to follow you before being stopped by Damian.
“Mother we cannot..”
“Damian, I’ve had about enough of you. Let’s go.” She says sternly and follows you. The rest of the family following behind as Bruce nudges Damian.
“ Come on son.”
“Father we don’t know where she’s leading us.” Damian says stubbornly.
“There’s nothing we can do right now.” he coughs.
The sounds of punching and the blasts come from the kitchen.
“Let’s go.”
They finally join the rest of the family. You have them crouched in the hallway.
“ This is James’ room. Dad had it modified just incase he was ever triggered into the Winter Solider again. No ones getting through this door when it’s locked.”
You usher them in.
“Come on Y/n” Christine says reaching a hand out to you.
You smirk, “ What? and miss all the action?”
You close the door and lock it before leaving. Laughing at their surprised faces.
Summary: After the disastrous gala, you get an unexpected visit from your “mother”and her family.
A/n: Hello so I feel like the mom character should have a name, so from here on out, your mother’s name is Christine. Also i hope y’all like this one cause i feel like it’s going kinda slow.
Growing up was rough.
Because your mother decided that you and Tony weren’t worth the effort, you had to mature pretty quickly. You’re father had fallen into this deep depression, where he can barely take care of himself. You had to make sure that your father woke up on time for meetings, made sure he ate, drank water, and inevitably had to make sure that he didn’t choke on his own vomit when he got shitfaced.
Needless to say, you were very mature for nine years old.
But then, a light in the form of Virginia Potts came into your lives. She saw the way you had taken on the role of Tonys caregiver, and was heartbroken. At first she thought it was just pure negligence from Tonys end, but as she spent more time with the both of you, she realized that Tony loved you more than anything in this world. So she stuck around.
Ship: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader (ex/platonic?), Peter Parker x Michelle Jones
Warnings: A curse word or two, slightly OOC moments but it is fan-fiction so :)
A/N: I'm in love with this song and had to write this. Popped this baby out in 3 hours, and I'm pretty happy with it. Side note: I created my own timeline for this lmao. Morgan exists, but they don't live in the cabin. Reader is mentioned to be fem once or twice, but reads neutral besides that! Reader is Tony's kid but it could be read as adopted/his bio kid.
“One strawberry ice cream, just for you.” Peter said as he set the cup down in front of MJ, a single spoon dipped in the light pink dessert. MJ immediately started to eat as Peter took a seat beside her, and you and Ned were seated across from the couple at a local ice cream shop you had discovered. The one where you had taken him, where you had convinced him to try the strawberry ice cream instead of the vanilla he always got. You scooped a spoonful of your rocky road ice cream a little too aggressively, unable to eat your favorite ice cream flavor anymore.
“Thanks, Parker, it’s really good.” MJ said and Peter nudged her shoulder.
“Mind if I steal a bite?’
“Of course I mind.” MJ deadpanned and Peter blanched before MJ smirked at him. “Go ahead, loser. Just one.” MJ gave him a look and Peter saluted.
“Scout’s honor.” Peter took MJ’s spoon before he took a bite, and you barely held back the scowl as you looked over at Ned. He gave you a sympathetic smile and tapped his foot against yours under the safety of the booth. You brushed your shoulder against Ned’s while Peter and MJ were too entranced by each other to notice.
“If you get any ice cream on my jacket, I’m burning yours.” MJ’s words were menacing, but you all knew she was (mostly) kidding. Peter scoffed and held his hand against his chest in mock offense, the sleeves of MJ’s jean jacket comedically too short on Peter’s arms. MJ was dressed in Peter’s Midtown hoodie, the same one you had worn just a few months ago.
You thought it would have been funny to switch jackets, knowing your jacket would look funny on him, while you wore Peter’s oversized hoodie. And now here was MJ, wearing the same sweatshirt, while Peter wore her jacket. Have any original ideas, Parker?
“Earth to Y/N.” MJ waved her hand in your face, and you snapped back to the present. “You okay? You zoned out there for a minute.”
“Yeah, sorry. Morgan decided she wanted a sleepover last night, so we just had to build a pillow fort in my room, and that felt fantastic on my back. Almost as great as her practically laying on top of me all night.” You chuckled. “And you know I couldn’t move her, she’s got me wrapped around her finger.”
“And she knows it.” Peter said and you smiled over at him.
“Speaking of Morgan. She’s been asking me all week about if you want to come over sometime this weekend. She’s in a big Lion King phase, and she wants ‘her Petey’ to come have a pajama party with her and have a sing-along. She’s Nala, of course.” Ned snorted and Peter’s fell.
“I can’t this weekend. MJ and I are having a Glee watch party this weekend, can you believe she’s never seen Glee?” Peter asked and you felt a pang of jealousy in your stomach.
“Oh, really?” You asked. Much like you hadn’t seen it either, until six months ago. “It’s pretty iconic, but also the worst show ever. Singing along is pretty fun, just being annoying. Really fun.” You thought back to when you and Peter were in your room, doing the same thing.
“Don’t stop believing!” Peter stood on your bed, using the remote as a microphone to serenade you. Peter looked at you expectantly, and you rolled your eyes before singing the next line, just as enthusiastically as he did.
“Hold on to the feeling!” Peter cheered and you couldn’t help but laugh at him. “You’re so annoying, Parker.”
“As annoying as this show?”
“Almost.”
“Then I’m not quite done yet.”
“Raincheck next weekend, maybe?” Peter asked and you shrugged.
“I’ll have to check with Madame Secretary. She’ll likely be over The Lion King by next weekend, it’ll be ‘baby stuff.’” Your phone buzzed and you excused yourself before checking the text.
Iron Dad: Hey, kid. Are you busy?
You: A little. Why?
Iron Dad: Pep and I have an emergency meeting for work, and Happy’s sick so he can’t watch Maguna
You: I’m on my way. Give me five to say goodbye
Iron Dad: Thanks, Y/N/N. We owe you one
You: You owe me several. Love you
Iron Dad: Love you tons
“I’m sorry, guys, duty calls.” You smiled, albeit a little sadly, at your friends. “I’ll see you Monday at school?”
“We better. We have a project in chemistry due on Monday.” Ned said and you flipped him off.
“Science is my best class, you know I’ve had the project done and Dr. Banner approved since the project was announced in class.” You winked at Ned before waving at MJ and Peter. “See you later, lovebirds.” You internally cringed when ‘lovebirds’ came out more bitter than you intended. With goodbyes exchanged, you left the ice cream parlor, and you bit back the tears you felt beginning to build up. Did he feel it, too? Did he remember that you did that, too? Was he ever going to tell her all the ‘unique’ things Peter’s done were reused, that you had found them first? You wiped at your eyes before you hailed a taxi, and you shoved all your feelings down to be at your best for your little sister.
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“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!” Morgan barreled down the hall when you stepped out of the elevator, and you barely bent down to catch her in time as she collided with you.
“Morgan, Morgan, Morgan!” You scooped your sister up into your arms and peppered her face with kisses until she was laughing, and your mood immediately lifted at the sound. “Where’s Mom and Dad?”
“Mom’s at work, Dad’s in his room. He’s leaving us.” Morgan pouted and you copied her expression.
“Oh, no. You’re stuck with me tonight. Too bad I’m not tall enough to reach the juice pops in the freezer.” You gasped. “Oh, wait. I am!” Morgan thrusted her fist into the air with a cheer, and you set her down. “I need to go talk to Dad real quick, then we can do almost whatever you want.” You emphasized the almost, knowing she’d ask for something you definitely shouldn’t do, then argue that you said ‘anything.’ You definitely saw a career in law for her when she got older.
“Kay-kay. I’ll go get coloring books, then we get juice pops?”
“Deal.” You offered your pinky out, and she linked pinkies with yours before she ran off to her room. You shook your head fondly before you walked off to your dad’s room, and you knocked on his door before coming in. “Dad?”
“Hey, kiddo. Come on in, I’m just packing a few things for Pep.” You walked over to the bag your dad had packed, and you began to inspect everything. “Have I been approved?”
“I think I need a hug before giving approval.” You opened your arms and your dad happily pulled you into his chest, and he held you close, as if he could sense your feelings.
“Are you okay? Do I need to stay?” Tony rubbed your back and rocked you gently, and you buried your face deeper into his chest, your eyes watering and you gripped his shirt tighter, a habit you developed when Tony first took you in- you always grabbed onto him like he was your security blanket, and Tony quickly learned there was no use in getting you to let go until you were ready.
“No, I’m okay.” Your voice was muffled but you made no effort to move yet. “Mom needs you.” You paused. “You’ll be back soon, right?”
“Luckily we’re just headed to the New York headquarters. I hope we’re home by midnight, but I’ll tell you when we find out for sure.” You nodded and let go of your dad, and he brought his hand up to cup your cheek, and he wiped your tears away with his thumb and the action almost made you cry again. “Ben and Jerry’s and sad movies when I get back, or should I get a few punching bags set up in the gym?”
“Ben and Jerry’s.” Tony nodded and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and you patted his arm, telling him he could continue packing. “ Don’t forget Mom’s favorite lipstick. She always keeps one on her, but you can never be too safe.”
“Lifesaver.” Tony said before he went back to packing.
“I should go check on Morgan, let you finish getting packed.” You said and Tony smiled at you, a softness in his eyes reserved solely for you, Morgan, and Pepper.
“Have I ever told you that you’re the best big sister?”
“I do my best.” You smile back before leaving. Fingers crossed she hadn’t made a mess already.
--
You laid in bed, scrolling through your camera roll with tears streaming down your cheeks. You pressed play on a video and let out a choked sob as you watched. You and Peter were seated at the piano in the living room, and your fingers moved gracefully across the keys, playing one of your favorite songs that Peter had begged you to play for him. The familiar sounds of Billy Joel’s ‘Uptown Girl’ filled your ears, and you sang along as you played. You turned to Peter, nodded at him, and he began to play the same song after you. You hugged him at the end of the song, grinning since he had finally learned it, and you began to play it again, Peter joining you in singing along. Not even that was reserved for you and him anymore, as you had learned recently.
“I didn’t know you played.” You said as MJ took a seat at the piano, Peter seated beside her.
“Oh, I just learned. Peter taught me the one song he knows how to play.” Your heart sank and now Ned was curious.
“What song?” Don’t say it, don’t say it.
“Uptown Girl.” MJ began to play, and you felt your lip begin to tremble. Your song. The one you had taught him. You looked away as Peter quickly pressed a kiss to her cheek after the first chorus, and he whispered something into her ear. You turned to Ned and dove deep into a conversation, refusing to cry in front of them.
You jumped when you heard a knock on your window, and you grabbed the baseball bat you kept by your bed. You would have called for Bucky or Sam, but the pair were off on their own mission. You got out of bed, wiping away your tears, and you walked to the window, bat at the ready. “FRIDAY, who’s getting knocked to next year with my bat?”
“It appears Peter Parker is the one outside your window.” Peter? Of course it was.
“Lights on dim, FRI.” You set the bat down and opened the window, and Peter popped into view. “Peter? What the hell? You almost gave me a heart attack, dude.”
“I’m sorry, I know, sorry. I didn’t plan on coming out here, but I needed to talk to you.” You gestured for Peter to come in, and you suddenly realized how you had to look to him. You were in a shirt you had stolen from Thor- what? His shirt got mixed up with yours, finders keepers. You were in an old pair of sweatpants that were covered in various stains- paint from Morgan, some grease from Tony’s lab, and a bleach mark from where you and Peter were goofing around in the lab and you spilled some mystery chemical on your pants. And let’s not even talk about your puffy eyes and the tear marks on your cheeks from a night of crying.
“About what?” You sat on your bed, eyes not meeting Peter’s.
“About earlier at the ice cream parlor. You seemed really… spaced out. Not yourself. And I caught you scowling once.”
“I didn’t scowl.” You tried to defend yourself but you sighed, knowing he was right.
“And ever since MJ and I started dating, you’ve just seemed different. You’re not, like, jealous, are you?” And you couldn’t help but laugh. Truly laugh, which caused Peter’s brows to furrow. “What’s so funny?”
“You think I’m jealous! Why should I be jealous?” Peter frowned at how you weren’t taking him seriously, and he was confused.
“You know, we had… a thing. Not that we dated, but I mean, we were really close you know.”
“Oh, I know.” Like a switch, your emotions flipped from sad to frustrated in seconds. “And I’m seeing all these ‘things’ we had all over again.” It was Peter’s turn to start getting irritated, and he crossed his arms.
“Oh, really? Like what?”
“Strawberry ice cream at the parlor, you can’t act like we didn’t do that. Trading jackets, we did that shit too. Teaching her piano when I taught you, how do you not get deja vu?” Peter opened his mouth to talk and you held your hand up. “You’ve got a different girl, but there’s nothing new. I discovered those places you take her, I showed you Glee, I taught you the jokes that you tell to her. When are you gonna tell her? She thinks it’s special, but it’s all reused. I know I get deja vu, don’t you?” You had started to cry again, and Peter started to defend himself until FRIDAY spoke.
“Y/N, your father and mother have returned home. You may want to continue this conversation later.” You looked at Peter who wordlessly nodded. He walked to the window, and he paused before he spoke.
“We’ll talk Monday after patrol. Bye, Y/N/N.” You whispered goodbye before he left and you shut the window before you dropped to your knees, letting out broken sobs.
Summary: Draco Malfoy is a pureblood wizard. Magic runs through his veins and has been since his birth. You're a Wiccan No-Maj; a non-magical being with ordinary blood through your veins, but practices what you call magick. And this very practice upsets your neighbor.
Author: i found this idea on tiktok and it was soo good. Also this is prolly gonna a be a serie, let me know if u want me to continue it
Summary: in which his ex pays her to date him...
Warnings: none for now
“Are you sure this is a good idea? We are talking about a real person with real feelings, y/n.” Liya sighed as she lowered her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose as she stole a quick glance at the tall boy. I finished putting on my chapstick, making my lips plumper and pressed them together. I rose my eyes and followed her eyesight, looking at him as well. I tilted my head to the side, processing her words. It was morally wrong, I was aware of that, I wasn’t stupid. “Look at this. Do you know how much is this?— I asked her showing her the money, she shook her head— One hundred dollars. Only to talk to him and ask his number. Imagine how rich I’d get if I actually suceed to break his heart. Shit.” I bit my bottom lip putting the cash away, a small grin on my lips. Loya sighed and laid back on the chair. I could read the disagreement off her face but it wasn’t her choice to make.
“So how are you going to do this?” She asked me. I shot her a quick smirk as I glanced down at the small mirror to see my appearance one last time, before standing up and fixing my clothes. I looked once again over to the boy who was currently laughing with some of his friends by the skatepark. “Watch and learn, baby.” I joked as I started to walk towards his direction. I heard her sighing, hiding a smile as well. I was actually nervous. It wasn’t the first time I flirted with someone but it was the first time I was payed to do it. I couldn’t get this wrong. Well I could but then I’d have to say bye bye to the money. I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear as the distance got shorter and shorter. I could feel my heart beating in my throat but I was luckily good at disguising my emotions. Once I was at a few feet away from the group of boys some of them began to acknowledge my presence, straightening their postures. I put on my best smile and lost girl expression before clearing my airways.
“Hey, sorry to bother you. I lost my friend and my phone died. Is there any chance I could borrow yours for a quick call?” I looked straight into his eyes so that there was no way he’d think I was talking to someone else. His lips curved into a soft smile as he mumbled a ‘yea of course’ and handed me his phone. I smiled back, typing down my number. I was actually shaking, I had around five pairs of eyes on me, not the best scenario. I checked I spelled it correctly before pressing the green button. Some of them had gone back to talking, some others had been giggling yet he was looking at me. I wasn’t dumb, I knew why he was looking at me. It was probably the anime shirt I had borrowed from my friend’s house or the fake tattoos on my neck. She warned me about this, it would have been stupid of me to ignore her advices. My phone ringed through the whole skatepark. His brows furrowed for a quick until he understood. He tucked his bottom lip between his teeth as a smirk spread across his face.
“Your friend, huh?” He chuckled as I hung up and handed the phone back to him. I tilted my head to the side, my hair moving out of the way to show the fresh fake ink on my neck. His eyes lingered on them for a couple of seconds. He was so easy to predict. “Well now I know I still have my phone on me, don’t I?” I smirked naively. He chuckled again, some of his friends echoing a ‘ooh’ or ‘getting it man’. His head hung low as he pushed his phone back in his pocket, before standing up. He was around six feet tall, his eyes were enlightened by the sun which was starting to set. My eyes never leaving his, kind of challenging him. She told me he liked girls who could stand up to him. He kept the eye contact for a couple of minutes, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip as he eyed me up and down.
“Don’t lie to me, pretty. I saw you looking at me from that table for good thirty minutes. I was starting to think I had to come over there myself.” He said, I couldn’t help but feel my cheeks starting to redden. So he wasn’t as stupid as she told me, good to know. I let out a small giggle as I looked for a good comeback in the back of my head. He was clearly attractive which was a pro, yet he was unfortunate enough to have stumbled across me on his path. I almost felt bad for him. “What does a girl have to do to ask a pretty boy out, uh.” I stated back. I could tell he was surprised by my boldness and straightforwardness yet he hid it very well. I had nothing to lose, right? Either go home broke or with ome hundred dollars more. He fixed the beanie on his head as he looked at something behind me. I was hoping he wouldn’t have turned me down because there was no way I could try something else out.
“I don’t like liars though...” he paused and stared into my eyes. I almost ran away from embarrassment but I kept it together. I could do it. It wasn’t hard to pick a boy up, right? I faked a sad expression, almost stepping away so that I wouldn’t have had to make the walk of shame. “... Yet I could make an exception for a pretty girl, what’s your name?” He asked me, his hands in his pocket. I mentally high fived myself. My small pout turned into a fake grin as I realized I was back on the game. “Y/n, what about you, pretty boy?” I asked. Since we started talking I could see his eyes staring at my shirt, I knew he was dying to make a comment on that. She had told me he was crazy about that anime and I had to play my character well, didn’t I? He had a snake tattoed on his arm, along with other tattoos such as The Creation of Adam and bats and some skeletons. They were probably there mainly for artistic reasons.
“Vinnie, nice to meet you, y/n. Do you call every boy pretty or should I feel special?” He joked, his mouth opening into a wide smile. Flirty, I see... I fidgeted with my fingers behind my back out of nervousness as I thought about a good answer. I expected him to be dumber and less interesting. “Wowowo... I don’t like taking things this fast, sweetie. Can I take you out for dinner first?” I stated. I had never been this bold in my life. His cheeks reddened as he looked away and then back at me, biting the inside of his cheek. I could tell he was interested and curious which meant I was doing a good job. She told me he liked girls who took the lead. So I did it. I asked him out. Without puns or hidden messages. Straightforward. Just like she had told me.
“Yes, but I don’t kiss on the first date so don’t expect me to give it away like that.” He smirked and I giggled. Well at least he wasn’t boring like most of the guys I had the luck, notice the irony, to meet throughout my whole life. I nodded and looked at his friends behind him. All of them were trying so bad to not make it obvious that they were actually eavesdropping the whole conversation. “Well call me whenever you want. Don’t make me wait though, there is plenty of pretty boys in LA.” I joked and started to walk away. Kept it short and meaningful. No need for long conversation to bore us both. I needed to give him a reason to call me not to call the authorities. He chuckled and nodded, scratching the back of his head.
“Wouldn’t want that to happen, y/n.” He put more emphasis on my name as I turned around and made my way back to my friend. She was still sitting there, sunglasses on her nose and sipping on her juice as she assisted to the whole scene. I smirked proud of myself as I sat back down. “So? How did it go?” She asked curious. I knew she was never going to approve this but she also was in love with this type of situation. After all I knew my best friend well. I crossed my legs, that smug smirk still on my face as I stole a sip from her drink.
“I might go buy that pair of new shoes before they sell out...”
Summary: Y/n has an eye-opening conversation with her mother, but she’s not all that sure she can change. With Colby by her side, she finds ways to navigate the way she feels about what is happening.
Word Count: 4.3k
Warnings: Horrible parenting and just some tooth rotting fluff.
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<< PART TWO
“How are you feeling?” Colby asked when you woke up from your nap. He was lying beside you, caressing your arm in the most wonderful way.
“I feel okay. I’m still really confused by all of this.” You admitted while turning to face the blue-eyed man beside you.
“Don’t worry, I’m confused too. But not about us. I know what I want to happen between us.” He pushed some of your hair behind your ear as he nuzzled close to you.
You happily let him pull you close. “What do you want to happen between us?” You knew what you wanted but you needed to make sure that Colby wanted the same, because you didn’t want to put all your feelings into a guy who doesn’t feel the same, but it felt like he did.
“Well.” He kissed your cheek. “I want to be with you. I want to pursue a relationship, despite the fact that our parents are engaged. I don’t care if this is wrong because all I want is to be with you.”
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