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Last summer Part 5, Felix Catton X fem!reader

Warning: There will be smut 18+

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For some reason he wouldn’t even look at her over the breakfast table, at first she wondered if maybe he was hungover like she was but he’d barely spoke a word to anyone. And when she got to the pool later that morning he was nowhere to be seen. Venetia was already on a lounger a magazine in her lap.

 

Venetia noticed her and grinned. “How are you feeling this morning?”

 

“Like absolute death.” (Name) replied coming to lay on the lounger next to her.

 

Venetia laughed. “That would be the jelly shots we did, they tasted so good.”

 

 She laughed too rubbing at her temple. “Which is probably why I did like half a tray of them.”

 

“You got so drunk last night you fell in a bush.” Venetia reminded her.

 

“Please don’t, I’d forgotten about that.” She groaned. “In fact everything after the jello shots is a blur, I don’t even really remember how I got back to my bedroom.”

 

“Oh it was probably Felix, when we left you guys he was practically guiding you up the stairs.”

 

A part of her foggy memory came back, it was Felix carrying her in his arms down the hallway then he helped her into bed. And whilst that should have felt like enough she had a nagging feeling she had missed something? Is that why Felix was being so distant had she offended him last night?

 

“Did you sense that there was something off with Felix at breakfast? I have this feeling that maybe I hurt him last night and I can’t remember what I said.” She admitted.

 

Venetia shook her head. “You would never have.”

 

 “But that’s just it I’m so sure something happened. If I didn’t say anything then what else could it be?”

 

Venetia was quiet for a moment. “Can I be honest with you?”

 

Her throat tightened. “Yeah, go for it.”

 

“The two of you were really close at the party is it possible that maybe a line was crossed?”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“I mean that,” Venetia took her sunglasses off,” The two of you have this thing between you whether you realise it or not. Perhaps one of you tried it on with the other and got shot down?”

 

She knew her own feelings well enough for Felix and the past couple of weeks had given her some hope he felt the same. It wasn’t enough hope to be 100 percent certain, but it was there. What if last night she had thrown caution to the wind, made a move and had been rejected?

 

She took a deep breath. “If I admit this to you it stays between us.”

 

Venetia held out her pinky and (Name) shook on it. “I swear.”

 

“I do have feelings for him,” She swallowed hard, “So it’s possible he’s just feeling embarrassed because he had to reject me.”

 

A weight was lifted off her, she had never confessed how she truly felt about Felix to anyone let alone his sister.

 

“You’ll never know unless you speak to him.” Venetia told her.

 

“Okay fine I’ll-I’ll talk to him.” She agreed. “Thank you.”

 

“I should be the one thanking you actually.”

 

“Why?”

 

Venetia smiled at her. “For defending me in front of everyone, no one apart from Farleigh and Felix has ever had my back.”

 

She smiled back. “I would want someone to do the same for me.”

*

She knocked on Felix’s bedroom door several times but there was no response, she gave up and walked away defeated and a little annoyed. As she headed back down to the pool she ran into Farleigh, he opened his mouth to greet her but was cut off.

 

“Hey have you seen Felix anywhere?” She asked urgently.

 

“Good morning to you as well.” Farleigh responded. “Why do you need to find him?”


“I need to know if he’s okay.  Do you know where he is?” She told him.

 

“Well last time I saw him he’d gone off to town to buy ice for the dinner party tonight.”

 

It seemed convenient he had so suddenly left the house.

 

“Dinner party?”


He gave her an obvious look. “Yes the dinner party, the one that Elspeth hasn’t stopped talking about for weeks. The one we all have to be at!”

 

(Name) shut her eyes and rubbed at her temples. “Yep the dinner party. Oh my god I had totally forgotten.”

 

“Well they’re certainly interesting, so I’ll see you there.” Farleigh told her and walked away.

 

She would have to speak with him that night and get to the bottom of it.

*

The dinner party was as interesting as Farleigh had said. She was pretty sure the couple she was sat next to at one point had propositioned her for a threesome…The champagne was making some guests friendlier than others. But it was hard to focus on most of the inane conversation when Felix was once again still not looking at her. After dinner had finished the next part of the evening was about to begin. When they were in the hallway out of the dinning room she noticed Felix slope off, she politely excused herself to go join him.

 

She found him outside leant against the wall smoking, she had seen dressed in a suit before but there was something about this time that made her feel warm.

 

“Hey.” She said approaching him.

 

He looked up from the cigarette and glanced briefly at her. “Oh hi.”

 

“Is everything okay?” She gently asked.

 

“Why wouldn’t it be?” He replied bluntly.

 

She touched his arm. “Because you haven’t spoken to me at all today.”

 

He shrugged her off. “Maybe I don’t feel like talking.”

 

“Come on please!”

 

“I’m fine ok.” He said firmly.

 

She snatched the cigarette from him and threw it to the ground crushing it under her heel. He turned to her outraged.

 

“What the fuck was that for?”

 

She glared at him. “Can you stop acting like a little boy for five seconds and be my friend?!”

 

He rolled his eyes. “There’s that word again ‘friend’. Yeah that’s right I’m your fucking friend.”

 

She stared back at him not knowing what to say. It was then that everything from the previous night came back. The conversation in the back of the taxi, him carrying her to bed and then in her room when he placed her hand to his heart. And OH GOD- he had basically admitted to having feelings for her and she had been too drunk to respond. She hadn’t been the one to put herself on the line it had been him! And she’d inadvertently rejected him.

 

“Do you like me?” Her voice was quiet.

 

“Why do you sound so surprised?! I literally told you last night, but you made it pretty obvious that you don’t feel the same.”

 

She shook her head. “No that’s-that’s not true at all I just didn’t fully understand until now when I remembered everything.”

 

He furrowed his brow. “Wait did you forget about what happened?”

 

“Yeah, well I was really drunk.” She gingerly told him.

 

“Now that you understand what do you uh think about it?” He asked her.

 

“I really like you.” She confessed, feeling extremely jittery.

 

He laughed and softly took her hands in his. “I can’t believe this! The whole time I was into and you were feeling exactly the same.”

 

She had dreamed of the day he would finally return her feelings, but the timing was just awful. Soon she’d be leaving to live abroad for a year.

 

His grin faded a little when he noticed she was visibly less happy than him. “What is it? Is this not what you want?”

 

She let go of his hands. “This is really hard for me to do but I don’t think I can do this.”

 

His jaw clenched. “But we both like each other, what’s the problem?”

 

“Felix I’m leaving the country in less than two weeks for an entire year.”

 

“Who cares we can figure out!” He said, voice growing louder.

 

She ran a hand through her hair. “It would be fine at first, but the distance would eventually settle in, and we’d would fizzle out. I would rather not risk losing you, even if it meant never having you in the first place. You mean so much to me.” Her voice cracked as she spoke.

 

 “I can’t believe you don’t even want to try. I’m willing to work at this, but you won’t even give us a chance!” He shouted.

 

“You think this is easy for me? Do you think this doesn’t hurt me too? Of course I want that but it just won’t work.” She shouted back.

 

He threw his hands in the air. “So, what we go back to being friends and pretend this conversation never happened?”

 

“Yes because I don’t see any other way to move forward!”

 

“Maybe you can do that, but I can’t.”

 

She winced at his words. “What do you mean by that?”

 

“That maybe we shouldn’t be friends anymore.” He snapped.

 

She could not believe how childish he was being.

 

She shoved him in the chest. “You know what, fuck you!”

 

“At least I’m not afraid!”

 

She gave him a dirty look. “That is rich coming from you. I bet anything you’d just fuck me then move on like you always do.”

 

She regretted the insult as soon as she’d said it. He became vacant of any emotion, then barged straight past her.

 

“Wait Felix.” She called after him but he didn’t bother to look back at her.

*

She was sat mournfully at the vanity desk in her room brushing her hair out. She knew she had messed up. How could she have said that to him? Regardless of how hurt she felt at him telling her they should no longer be friends she never should have insulted him so greatly. There was a knock at her door, she already knew it was Felix without even having to answer.

 

She opened the door and there he was, stood sheepishly before her. He was dressed in pyjamas but had pulled on a jumper.

 

“Can we go for a drive?” He asked.

*

There hadn’t been much conversation on the drive there but eventually the car came to a stop.

 

She squinted at the view. “Where are we?”

 

“This is just somewhere I used to drive to when everything felt like too much.” He told her.

 

He opened his car door and got out, she did the same. He had parked on a hillside in the darkness she could make out the wide expanse of fields down below them. The bright moonlight helped her to see. It was a brilliantly clear night, she could spot more constellations than she ever could back home.

 

They sat on the bonnet of the car both in their pyjamas. “This is a beautiful spot.” She told him.

 

“You should see it in the daytime.” He replied.

 

They both fell silent for a moment, it was his voice that broke it.

 

“I’m really sorry.” He apologised. “I shouldn’t have behaved like that, I was just hurt. If you want to stay friends then of course we can be. I’ll respect whatever decision you make.”

 

She was able to smile a little. “Thank you, that means a lot. And I’m so sorry too, I never should have insulted you like that. I was just lashing out, of course I don’t think you would ever discard me. You’ve always treated me with such respect.”

 

He nodded taking in what she’d said. “I never want to hurt you again like I did today.” He admitted.

 

 "It’s okay I understand why you acted like that.” She told him.

 

“It’s still not an excuse.”

 

“Even so.” She sighed.

 

“When did you first start liking me then?” He asked her with a light laugh.

 

This also made her laugh. “Seriously is that what you want to know?”

 

 “I can’t help it if I’m curious.”

 

She felt herself flush. “Well, I realised when one time we were in your uni room studying. You looked up at me for a moment, and I just kind of knew.”

 

“Studying that’s pretty hot.” He teased her, making her scoff.

 

Despite the joke in the darkness she could see how soft his gaze was.

 

She bumped her shoulder against his. “Come on, now you have to tell me when you realised you liked me?”

 

“We were at a party together and you were just so lit up talking to all these people. I was so proud to know you, to exist in the same room as you.”

 

She felt a thrill run through her at him using the words she had once used to describe him. Strangely something about the two memories felt connected.

 

“Wait a minute.” She breathed. “Was this around late April of last year?”

 

 “Yeah it was. Why?”

 

“I remember that on the day we studied we also went to a party.”

 

His eyes widened. “Did we both have the same realisation on the same day?”

 

She stared back at him just as amazed. “Yeah I think so.”

 

She leant her head on his shoulder. “God you are going to be hard to get over.”

 

He chuckled sadly, leaning his head against hers. “So are you.”

 

*

He had held her hand the entire car journey home, his fingers threaded through hers. When they had parted to go back to bed a strange tension hung in the air.

 

“So, I guess this is goodnight then.” She said fiddling with the metal of her bracelet.

 

He leant against the doorframe. “Yeah I suppose. Well goodnight.”

 

They both faltered in the doorway before she finally closed the door and he left. She got into bed but she was wide awake. They were really never going to be anything then?And it had been no one’s fault but her own. She tried to ignore the regret that was gnawing at her, it had been a smart choice. Right? They could both in time try to move past whatever this was and soon things would be normal. But could it ever be normal?  In the years to come how would she ever pretend they were just friends when she knew that once upon a time he had wanted as badly as she wanted him.

 

She needed to talk him, it still felt like they hadn’t fully discussed this. She didn’t know what she was going to say but she just needed to see him.

 

She tore the bed covers off her and opened the door that connected to the bathroom. But there he was at the other side of door his hand raised to knock.

 

“What are you doing?-” He asked bewildered.

 

She looked up at him, maybe she needed to stop thinking so much.

 

“What I should have done have in the first place.” She told him.

 

He gave her a confused look before she wrapped her arms around his neck, leant up and kissed him.

 

He pulled back for a second. “I-I thought you didn’t want to do anything?”

 

 “I know what I said but I couldn’t spend another second wondering it was like to kiss you!”

 

 That was all the convincing he needed. “Fuck it, come here.” He said cupping her face.

 

He softly pressed his lips to hers and this time kissed her back. It started off slow, she grasped at his jumper whilst one of his hands slid down to rest on her lower back pushing her closer into him. She tilted her head to the side deepening the kiss, his tongue slid against hers, the kiss became hot and dirty.

 

“Can I take your shirt off?” He asked against her lips.

 

“Yes absolutely!"

 

He went to pull the vest top over her head but it got stuck, they started to laugh as he tried to yank it off her. When it was off he stared down at her, a look of hunger in his eyes, her chest was completely bare. She suddenly felt a little shy. It wasn’t the first time someone had seen her naked but this was the first time it had really meant anything.

 

“Are you going to just stare me?” She nervously teased him.

 

“I’m sorry it’s just that you look so beautiful .” He told her.

 

“Oh.” She stammered before clearing her throat. “It doesn’t seem fair that I’m the only one shirtless.”

 

He playfully rolled his eyes at her. “Jesus someone’s eager.”

 

He pulled his shirt over his head, there was a dull ache between her legs as she took in the definition of his torso and the slope of his shoulders.

 

“I mean come on, seriously how do you look like that?” She asked in frustration.

 

He only laughed before leaning back into kiss her, his hands came up to cup her breasts. He gently squeezed them as they continued to kiss, she sighed out in pleasure.

One of his hands slipped down her body moving lower until it reached the waistband of her pyjama shorts. He stopped kissing her for a moment his gaze met hers, she nodded giving him permission.

She was pretty sure she had forgotten how to breath. He pressed one finger into her working at her good. When he added another finger she begun to pant as she leant against him, it was difficult to stand.

 

She placed her hand against his lower stomach. “Can I-?”

 

“Yeah.” He shakily said.

 

She slipped her hand into his pyjama bottoms and gripped him. She shivered with how hard he already was. She started to pump him back and forth. He bit his bottom lip swearing softly. They both moaned as they touched each other.

 

“I don’t think I’m gonna last.” He told her.

 

“Let’s move to the bed.” She agreed, ready for what was coming next.

 

They helped each other remove the last of their clothing, he pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling him. Her breasts were flush against his chest. She groaned when he accidentally brushed against her below.

She moved her lips against his, this time the kiss was much more frenzied. She gripped his shoulders as he finally pressed into her. Neither of them moved for a moment, they gazed at one another chests heaving unable to believe this was actually happening.

His hands moved to her hips helping to move her against him. She ground herself down on him, it felt so good. She fell against him resting her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around waist pulling her more into him.

 

“You’re doing so good, fuck.” He told her, she could hardly even speak.

 

He flipped them over so he was on top and she was laying on her back. One hand fisted the sheet above her head whilst the over grasped at her thigh. She clung to him, clutching at his back as he continued to thrust into her, the head board smacking against the wall. When he let out a particularly loud moan it made her clench around him. He pounded faster into her, when he hit a certain point she saw literal stars.

 

She let out a whine. “I think I’m gonna-“

 

“Yeah me too oh god.”

 

They finally came together, both crying out so loud she was scared someone had heard. They both lay next to each other sweaty and panting, neither of them speaking for a few moments.

 

She looked over at him and smiled. “I mean that was just-wow.”

 

He smiled back at her. “I know right, has it ever been like that for you before?”

 

She shook her head. “No, it’s never been like that.”

 

“I wish we’d done it sooner.” He said.

 

She turned on her side to look at him.

 

“I wanted you so bad when we were skinny dipping the night of the party.” She admitted.

 

“I wanted you when I saw you in that red bikini for the first time. It’s embarrassing to admit but I immediately got hard.” He let out an embarrassed laugh.

 

She lightly slapped his arm. “So that’s why you wouldn’t get in the pool!”

 

They continued to talk late into the night until eventually they fell asleep, neither of them once thinking of the future.

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Last Summer Part 4, Felix Catton x fem!reader

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Two weeks had passed by quickly at Saltburn. She was surprised by how normal it had begun to feel, well normal was maybe an exaggeration. After an extremely stressful final year of university it was rejuvenating to do absolutely nothing each and every day. To wake up and have no plan of how the day might go. She might find herself doing any activity from playing drunk tennis in a silk dress to messing around with Venetia’s Ouija board in the library. The latter was not preferred by certain people (Felix).

And yet her time at Saltburn according to Farleigh had been fairly tame compared some of their previous summers. She still wondered about what Felix meant when he had told her was excited to finally have “good memories of his home in the summer.”

 

They were sprawled across the floor of a lavish bedroom, everyone was in varying states of drunkenness. A game of truth or dare had been going for the past hour, with the dares becoming increasingly more risqué. Two of the guys playing were old friends of Felix and if she was being honest she despised them both. One was a ginger named Hugo and the other a blonde named R.J. Hugo was the worst of the two, it was his party which made him be able to get away with being extra obnoxious. (Name) was sat next to Venetia, and it was her turn to pick a truth or dare. Felix had temporarily left the room to find more alcohol which meant without him as a grounding force this could go in any direction.

 

“I pick truth.” Venetia decided.

 

R.J scoffed at her. “You have to pick dare at some point you can’t keep picking truth.”

 

Venetia glared back. “Fine then dare.”

 

“I dare you to flash your tits to everyone in the room.” RJ said elbowing Hugo.

 

Farleigh rolled his eyes. “Pathetic.”

 

(Name) noticed Venetia stiffen next to her. “I-I’m not doing that.”

 

Hugo spoke up. “Last summer you gave me a handy outside and now you’re getting all shy?”

 

“Right, you don’t speak to her like that okay?” Farleigh snapped at Hugo.

 

“I’m sorry but what is that noise coming out your mouth?” Hugo snorted both he and RJ snickering like little boys.

 

Venetia had become uncharacteristically quiet. (Name) grit her teeth she was not about to allow her friends especially Venetia to be humiliated.

 

“Hugo this party is very-decadent.” (Name) told him. "Tiki Torches what a bold choice.."

 

He smirked at her. “Thank you-“

 

She let out a laugh. “Actually, it wasn’t a compliment, which you would know if you were less concerned with the gel in your hair and the porn on your computer, and picked up a dictionary every once in awhile.”

 

A chorus of oooing sounds came from the rest of the circle. Hugo didn’t bother to reply choosing to sulk instead. She felt her hand being squeezed in thanks by Venetia.

 

“Whatever, Venetia still needs to do her dare.” RJ pointed out.

 

Everyone stared at Venetia who shrank even more into herself.

 

“She’s not doing it I’ll take her dare.” (Name) replied. “But I’m not showing anything to anyone.”

 

“We could come up with a new dare.” Farleigh suggested, she smiled gratefully at him and he returned the smile.

 

 “Fine. She has to strip off in front of the whole party-“ (Name) gave RJ a warning look. “Strip off to her underwear and jump in the pool.”

 

She let out a sigh. “If you get me a shot I’ll do it.”

 

*

The group made their way out to the pool, the alcohol from the shot was making her head fuzzy which was good because it would take away the sting of humiliation. She stood by the pool next to Venetia, everyone was momentarily in conversation whilst she worked up the confidence to do it.

 

“You really don’t have to do this you know.” Venetia told her finally speaking up.

 

She shrugged. “I’ve already accepted it, those are the rules of truth or dare. Also I might be quite drunk.”

 

Venetia was able to muster a small smile. “Thank you for doing this to take the attention off me.”

 

“It’s nothing really, I was just looking out for a fellow girl all be it I’m now about to show a bunch of strangers my new Victoria secret set.” She responded rubbing her face. “Oh god this is really stupid.”

 

Venetia gave her a supportive pat on the back.

 

Hugo cleared his throat. “Ladies and Gentlemen this young lady has an announcement for you all.” He was treating her like she was on a game show.

 

Most of the crowded patio look over at them. She really had no choice now. She slowly edged closer to the pool.

 

“Come on then!” Hugo called out from behind her making her want to throttle him.

 

“This is a dare by the way.” She awkwardly explained to the crowd.

 

The confused murmurs turned to cheers when she finally pulled her cami top over her head, there was less commotion at her graduation than this. She was left in denim shorts and a lacey bra. As she unbuttoned her shorts a voice stopped her.

 

Felix jogged over. “What the hell are you doing?!”

 

He put down the bottle of wine and moved to stand in front. He grasped her upper arms, blocking the view of her half naked body. He gazed at her chest for a second before looking back up at her bashfully.

 

“I leave you for five minutes and-where are your clothes?!" He asked her.

 

Having him stand this closely sent a shiver through her, although it could be the fact, she was shirtless.

 

"I was dared to jump in the pool in my underwear." She explained the confidence leaving her voice.

 

"Hurry up!" Hugo yelled, a few others egging him on.

 

"Fucking prick." Felix muttered under his breath. This made her smile.

 

"I should probably get on with it." She told him, the pool growing more and more omninous.

 

Felix exhaled heavily. "Before you do that."

 

He pulled off his own shirt making her jaw drop a little, no matter how many times she had seen him shirtless in the past two weeks it always caught her off guard. His act earned him a few wolf whistles.

 

She let out a shocked laugh. "You didn't have to do that."

 

He shook his head. "What kind of friend would I be if I let you do this alone."

 

"She needs to take off more!" RJ shouted.

 

"Nope no she doesn't!" Felix shouted back.

 

He held out his hand to her and she took it.

 

"Ready?" He asked with a smile.

 

"Ready." She said smiling back.

 

They ran towards the pool and plunged straight in. When they surfaced from the water other people had started to jump in some even fully clothed. They begun to laugh.

 

He moved some of the wet hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. His hand didn't completely leave her face, delicately tracing her cheek bone. She blinked up at him, noticing for the first time the flecks of green in his hazel eyes. She was so close to him she could feel the heat from his body.

 

 Both their heads tilted and inched closer. She gazed down to his lips which looked so plump and inviting.

 

"You know I never realised you had freckles on your nose." Felix told her, her eyes flickering back up to meet his.

 

She chuckled. "Oh yeah?"

 

He softly laughed. "Yeah, they're really pretty."

 

Suddenly someone crashed into the pool straight next to them, practically a wave of water hitting them. They moved apart from one another the moment gone.

 

The person who had interrupted them was of course Farleigh who grinned at them cheekily.

 

"Are you  gonna gaze into each other's eyes or are we gonna have some fun?" He asked making them both huff out in annoyance.

 

She would spin what had happened between them round and round in her mind later, for now her friend was right it was time to have some fun!

 

*

Several hours later they were sat in a cab on their way home. She was now fully dressed again but her hair was still damp from the pool. She had also drunken much more than she intended. Both Venetia and Farleigh were asleep one in the front seat the other in the back. Only her and Felix were awake.

 

She stared up at him giddily, leaning into him.

 

He looked at her in amusement. “Why are you just staring at me?”

 

She hiccupped. “I’m trying to work out how you’re so attractive.”

 

“Genetics? I don’t know.” He chuckled. “Why are you thinking about that anyway?”

 

She ignored his question. “Like tonight you looked incredible, and I hate that I didn’t tell you that.”

 

He grinned at her. “How did you get this drunk?”

 

She liked him so much it was suffocating, and it was frustrating that despite wanting to hide it he’d never been able to tell. With the alcohol lowering her inhibitions it was harder to suppress her true feelings.

 

She sighed and flopped back against her seat, head spinning. “You just don’t get it!”

 

“I don’t get what?”

 

“Just how much you effect me.”

 

“Effect you?”

 

“Yes.” She said matter of factly. “It drives me literally crazy.”

 

“What-what are you talking about, are you trying to tell me something?” He asked her his tone becoming more serious.

 

The spinning got worse, this would have to wait. She rested her head on Felix’s shoulder.

 

“Sorry do you mind? My head hurts.” She asked voice slurred.

 

He felt rigid against her but eventually relaxed. “No of course not. Why don’t you close your eyes.”

 

Once she closed her eyes in her hazy state, she could’ve sworn she felt him stroke her hair.

*

When the cab arrived back at Saltburn they all blearily woke up. They tipped the cab driver and went into the house. Venetia and Farleigh wished them goodnight and went in the direction of their respective bedrooms.

 

She swayed a little when she walked, the short nap not fully sobering her up. Felix put an arm around her helping to guide her up the stairs.

 

When they reached the landing she tripped on the carpet nearly losing her footing.

 

He let out a sigh. “This is killing me, come here.”

 

“What are you doing-“She was cut off by him picking her up and carrying her bridal style. She gripped onto his neck and giggled in disbelief, about how this gorgeous man was now carrying her through the halls of a grand house like she was some damsel in distress.

*

He carefully placed her back on her feet once she was in her bedroom.

 

“Stay here I’m getting you a glass of water.” He told her going into the bathroom.

 

She sat on the edge of the bed leaning back on her hands whilst she waited for him. He came back from the bathroom and passed her the glass of water. He sat down next to her, patiently waiting for her to finish it. She set the empty glass on the bedside table nearly dropping it.

 

“All good?” He said.

 

She kissed his shoulder. “Yeah, thank you.”

 

She had never even kissed him on the cheek before. He touched the spot she had kissed. He was looking at her in this way that was different, she couldn’t fully determine what it was yet. “You know earlier when you said about me effecting you? Well I didn’t really understand what you meant but maybe I can show you how you effect me.”

 

She didn’t reply confused about where he was going with this. He gently took her hand and placed it on his chest. His heartbeat pulsed beneath her palm, the longer her hand stayed the quicker it became.

 

"Your heart's beating really fast right now." She quietly said.

 

His breath hitched. "Yeah I know."

 

She removed her hand and clasped it with her other, she could still feel his heartbeat. He gnawed at his lip waiting for her to give some type of response. She had a suspicion as to what he was trying to tell her, but she was too out of it to fully comprehend it. She didn’t know how on earth to react.

 

“Maybe it’s too late for this.” He softly said rubbing at the back of his neck. “I should let you sleep.”

 

He got up from the bed and went to leave the room, he looked back at her. Her lips parted but no words came out, after waiting long enough he gave up and closed the door behind him. She lay back on her bed trying to work out what had just happened.

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Last summer part 3, Felix Catton x fem!reader

word count: 2.1 K

Her first dinner at Saltburn had gone as well as she could have hoped. She had worn a lovely teal slip dress that Venetia had immediately complimented her on, she in turn had complimented the girl on a black halter neck she was sporting. They’d only met once and she was looking forward to getting to know her better. Farleigh was also seated at the table, despite how much his teasing sometimes annoyed her she was still glad to see her friend.

Thankfully Elspeth didn’t press anymore for details about her friendship with Felix and oddly asked her questions about her upcoming masters degree. Although the questions were then followed by the story of an orgy Elspeth had experienced on her own masters degree. She had nodded politely throughout the story (she had to admit it was weirdly interesting), Felix and Venetia looked as if they wanted to die. Felix’s father-James, was a little more difficult to make conversation with, she hoped in the next few weeks this would get easier.

 *

The next day they had made plans to hangout by the pool. She wore a short sundress, the straps of her red bikini visibly tied around her neck. She opened the bathroom door, her flipflops slapping against the tiles. She knocked on the door,  there was a moment where no one answered. Felix opened his door, he was wearing sandals and dark swimming trunks.

She couldn’t help her eyes tracing the panes of muscle and his broad shoulders. She’d never seen him completely shirtless and had occasionally wondered what it would look like, nothing could have prepared for the effect it would finally have on her.

 

“My eyes are up here.” He teased.

 

She blinked at him, how long had she gone without speaking? “Uh sorry what-what were you asking me?”

 

He gave her a cheeky grin. “I didn’t ask you anything.”

 

“Let’s just go outside.” She said pushing past him, desperate to put distance between them and the conversation. He laughed at how obviously flustered she had become.

 *

 "Look who finally decided to join us.” Farleigh said cheekily to them.

 

Felix gestured in her direction. “It’s not my fault certain people take years to get ready.”

 

(Name) gasped in outrage. “That is totally unfair! And besides I’m not the one who took ages styling his hair, despite the fact we’re going swimming!” Venetia laughed at the comment.

 

“All the more reason to not splash me.” He replied defensively.

 

“If you think that’s going to stop me you’re wrong.”

 

She pulled off the sundress and tossed it onto one of the loungers behind her leaving her in just the red bikini. Both Farleigh and Venetia wolf whistled at her causing her to laugh flusteredly.

 

She turned to Felix. “Are you getting straight in?..” Her voice trailed off when she noticed how intently Felix was staring at her, a dark pink tint present in his cheeks. She wondered what had caused it?

 

“You look a little flushed are you alright?” She asked moving closer to him to inspect his face.

 

He seemed to snap out of it and swallowed hard. “Yes, I’m perfectly fine.”

 

She reached forward to feel his face. “Are you sure because-“

 

“Wh-what are you-” He dodged her and moved back. “I feel fine, promise.”

 

Her heart sank a little. “Okay, if you insist.” She agreed.

 

She gave him a concerned look before walking past him to jump in the pool. When she emerged to the surface of the cool water, she ran a hand through her hair pushing it away from her face.

 

“Ugh he’s in one of his moods again.” Venetia complained nodding her head towards Felix who was now laid out on one of the loungers book in hand.

 

“He was fine this morning, what could have changed in the past few minutes?” (Name) replied quiet enough for both Venetia and Farleigh to hear.

 

Venetia rolled her eyes. “Knowing him could be anything.”

 

“Should I go check on him?” She asked.

 

Farleigh shook his head. “I wouldn’t worry, he’ll get over it. Just leave him.”

 

She was able to temporarily ignore her worries by chatting away to Venetia and Farleigh, it seemed that light fun conversation was what she needed.

*

After awhile Felix came to sit at the edge of the pool dangling his legs in the water. She swam over to him.

 

She raised her brows. “You finally getting in?”

 

He gave her a small smile that almost didn’t feel real. “Maybe in a minute.”

 

She didn’t instantly reply, instead she nodded at him, gnawing in thought at her bottom lip. “Can you do me a favour and help me out the pool?”

 

“Sure.”

 

He held out his hand to her which she gladly took yanking him forward into the pool, water violently splashing around him. Farleigh and Venetia shrieked with laughter when Felix came up for air. He glared down at her, she pressed her mouth into the back of her hand to supress the laughter that threatened to explode.

 

A snort escaped her. “I’m sorry but come on you have to admit that it’s funny?”

 

“Do you know what’s really funny?” He asked her seriously.

 

Farleigh and Venetia stopped laughing not sure how Felix had taken the joke.

 

“Uh no.” She answered slowly.

 

A wide grin broke out across his face. “Being dunked under water.”

 

A scream left her as he grabbed her, she squirmed in his arms giggling through pleads to be put down. Her back was pressed to his chest as he sunk underwater with her, taking his revenge.

 

*

The rest of the afternoon passed by pleasantly, after they had all grown tired of the pool, they had decided to play cards at the patio table. She had put her sundress back on.

 

“How the fuck do you keep beating me?” Venetia demanded from Farleigh.

 

Farleigh smirked at her. “My mom spent time in Vegas and taught me some tricks.”

 

Venetia threw down her cards. “I don’t want to play if you’re just going to gloat in my face the whole time.”

 

“You being a sore loser doesn’t help.” Farleigh pointed out, she stuck her tongue out at him in response.

 

Felix and (Name) exchanged amused looks.

 

“You too can hardly ever stop making eyes at each other.” Venetia told them.

 

Farleigh made a tutting sound. “You should have seen them at College they always looked five seconds for jumping each other.”  

 

(Name) let out a sigh, choosing to focus on shuffling her cards. “Is every other comment going to be about me and Felix, cause it’s getting boring.”

 

“Not to me it isn’t.” Farleigh hummed making her roll her eyes.

 

(Name) straightened her posture, but felt a sudden stinging sensation coming from her back. “Ow.” She hissed out.

 

“What is it?” Felix asked her.

 

“I think I might be sunburnt.”

 

He looked at her back and nodded. “Yeah you’ve definitely caught the sun. Let’s get you some Aloe Vera, it’s upstairs in the bathroom.”

 

“See you guys in a bit, hopefully my recovery will be speedy.” She said to Farleigh and Venetia.

 

Felix and her got out from the table. Once Felix’s back was turned Farleigh raised a brow at her. ‘Stop’ she mouthed at him, in return he mouthed back ‘no’.

 

*

She leant against the sink whilst Felix rummaged in the cabinet for the Aloe Vera.

 

“Ah here we are!” He said victoriously, handing over a plastic tub.

 

She unscrewed the tub, dipping her fingers into the container. She craned her neck to look at her back in the mirror wincing when she saw the redness. It was thankfully a small patch under her shoulder blade obscured slightly by the strap of her sundress. She tried hard to reach the burn, alternating angles and arms. Eventually she ended up with not only a sore back but a sore neck and shoulders.

 

“Do you want help?”

 

“If you don’t mind!”

 

He took the pot from her and moved to stand behind her. He cleared his throat. “I might need you to remove your dress, it’s in the way.”

 

She peered back at him; his face was once again flushed much like it had been at the pool. It hit her that she was now the cause of it. So did that mean that at the pool he had been-maybe because of her? The realisation made her look away from him.

 

She slipped the straps of the dress down her shoulders, the material of the dress bunched at her waist. This was starting to feel way too intimate. He rubbed the Aloe Vera into her back massaging the muscle as he did.

 

She exhaled contently. “That actually feels kind of good.”

 

“I’m uh glad.” He replied.

 

The coolness of the cream and his warm palms felt incredible. Her nerves of him so close to her gave way to relaxation, her eyes fell shut. It felt like she existed in a peaceful limbo until what sounded like the bathroom door opening.

 

“Oh gosh I’m so terribly sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude.” A panicked voice apologised.

 

Her eyes flicked open, to see a bashful maid clutching a cady containing cleaning products. Of course what was actually happening was completely innocent but to the maid it looked as if he'd been about to undress her. She sprung away from Felix and pulled her dress back up.

 

“I’ll come back later, sorry again.” The poor maid stammered leaving the bathroom.

(Name) looked to her bestfriend her mouth open in shock, he shook his head at a loss for words. She needed some space from him.

"I think I might go have a lie down." She told him pulse racing.

"Sure, I'll see you for dinner." He replied weakly struggling to look at her.

Was she ever going to catch a break?

#felix catton #felix catton x reader #friends to lovers #saltburn #jacob elordi

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Last Summer Part 2, Felix Catton x Fem!reader

word count: 2K

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She would be staying with the Cattons for a month then return home a couple days before her flight to finish packing and give her tearful goodbyes. She paused the track on her iPod when she saw him pulling up to the station. Felix had insisted on coming himself to collect her despite her insistence that she was happy order a taxi.

The car came to a stop, she picked up the handle of her suitcase and walk down the steps of the station. Felix got out of his car, despite having seen each other only a week ago she couldn’t contain the rush of joy that seeing him brought. Her suitcase was momentarily discarded, she squealed as she flung her arms around his neck. His arms wound around her waist, he laughed as he lifted her a little. The wood and spice smell of his aftershave was intoxicating.

Once he had set her down she unwrapped her arms from his neck, grinning up at him. She glanced down noticing his arms were still around her waist, his palms resting on the small of her back. He also noticed this and immediately pulled away from her.

He cleared his throat. “Sorry about that.”

Heat spread through her stomach. “No it’s uh quite alright.”

Neither spoke for a moment, Felix clapped his hands together. “Right, shall we?”

“Yes, yeah, let’s go!”

She went to pick up her suitcase but he had beat her to it.

“I’ll be taking that.” He told her.

She scoffed. “I think I’m more than capable of carrying a suitcase.”

He shrugged. “Nope don’t care."

“You vex me.” She sighed, opening the car door and dropping into the seat.

“You love me really!” He sang, taking the suitcase and opening the car boot.

He was closer to the truth than he would ever know.

*

The car sped through the countryside, it was a bright and blazing day. The roof the convertible was down, the wind making her hair dance all around her. The upbeat tempo of music vibrated through the vehicle. She rested her arm against the window ledge, choosing to subtly gaze at Felix through her cat eye sunglasses. It was unfair how good he looked in his ray-ban sunglasses, her eyes traced the sharp curve of his jawline.

“I can feel you staring.” He said.

“I was very much not!” She replied defensively, looking away from and at the rode ahead.

“I’m not blind.” She couldn’t see him but she knew he was smirking.

“You flatter yourself too much.” She teased.

“I don’t think I flatter myself enough.” He replied, she playfully smacked his arm knowing he was joking. It may have seemed like a narcissistic thing to say but when it came down to it there wasn’t much about Felix that was self obsessed. He was not unaware of his own attractiveness but he didn’t carry himself in the way most vain men would.

“So how much further?” She asked.

“Another couple minutes I reckon.”

“Is there anything you haven’t told me that I should know? Like that your family is actually a coven of aristocratic vampires.”

“Just my mum!” He told her, before shaking his head. “No, there isn’t much that you don’t know already. My family can be somewhat traditional but pretty welcoming overall.”

“Will I be presented to your mum in the fashion of a debutante at court?”

He laughed. “Yes then you’ll be forced to dance a waltz with my dad.”

This made her laugh. “Sounds sexy.”

“Thank you for agreeing to come I really do appreciate it.” He told her taking her hand and giving it a warm squeeze.

She squeezed it back. “You’re welcome, I’m always here for you.”

“You too.” He said finally letting go of her hand.

Her pulse was far too fast and so was her spiralling mind. How was she going to manage a month with him?

*

They finally drove through the gates of Saltburn, as cliche as it sounded her mouth nearly fell open in sheer shock. It was the most elegant home she had ever seen. She knew he came from a lot of money but was still taken aback by the extravagance of it all. The car drive came to a stop inside a large garage full of a variety of old expensive cars.

 

Felix came round to her side opening the car door for her, in a gesture she thought only happened in old films.

 

“Thank you.” She told him with a smile.

 

He smiled back. “My mum would never forgive me if I didn’t.”

 

“I would have thought someone else parked your car for you?” She pointed out.

 

“Sometimes I like to do things for myself.” He explained matter of fact.

 

She supposed that was a fair answer, truthfully, she had no clue how the rules of anything of this worked. This was an extreme version wealth which she had never encountered before.

 

He opened the boot of the car, and she took out her suitcase pulling it behind her as they left the garage.

 

They reached the main foyer of the house, it had wide cavernous ceilings with various patterns carved into it. An older man in a suit dipped his head at them politely.

 

“(Name) this is Duncan the head Butler.”

 

Head Butler?! She thought. Was she in Pride and Prejudice?

 

Duncan gave her a tight-lipped smile. “Pleasure to meet you.”

 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well.” She replied trying to mimic his formal tone.

 

“I will have your luggage taken to your room.” Duncan told her.

 

(Name) waved her hands. “Oh no really it’s okay I can take it.”

 

Duncan’s face became more pinched. “No please I insist.”

Yeah she was not going to try argue with him.

 

“Well thank you then.” She said awkwardly.

 

She looked on helplessly as Duncan commanded another butler to take the suitcase.

 

Felix clearly sensing her discomfort pat her on the shoulder. “Come on, let’s go to the conservatory my mum will be dying to meet you.”

 *

 

There were three women in the conservatory, they were all sat on ornate chairs that faced opened glass doors. Two of the women were engrossed in a story the blonde woman was telling them. She stopped speaking when she noticed her friends had stopped paying attention to her and to instead the new arrivals. The blonde woman turned to see what they were staring at, her whole face lit up.

 

“My goodness darling you do know how to pick them don't you.” The blonde woman (who she had worked out was his mother) said to Felix.

 

She elegantly stood from her chair and practically sauntered toward them.

 

“This is my mum, Elspeth.” He told her.

 

“Lovely to meet y-“ Her words were cut off when Elspeth grabbed both sides of her face tilting it to one side then the other. (Name) winced at having her face manhandled.

 

“Mum stop that!” Her best friend scolded, gently swatting his Mother’s prying hands away.

 

Elspeth bought her hands to her chest. “I do apologise it’s just that I’m trying to figure out what it is about your beauty that draws my son in. I think it might be your eyes they’re rather lovely.”

 

It was a strange compliment, but still a compliment she supposed. “Oh thank you.” She said with a nervous smile. “However I’m pretty sure my physical appearance doesn’t really play a part in my friendship with Felix!”

 

Elspeth furrowed her brow. “Friendship?” She looked to her son. “Felix I thought she was your girlfriend.”

 

Girlfriend?!

 

He sighed. “Mum, I explicitly told you I had a friend coming to stay.”

 

“But the way you so lovingly spoke about her-“

 

“Anyway,” Felix said slightly too loud. “I am sure (Name) will want to get settled into her bedroom, we’ll see you for dinner.”

 

“But really it is wonderful to have you stay dear.” Elspeth told her kindly.

 

She found herself smiling genuinely. “Thank you.”

 

Felix led her out the conservatory with the same speed she led him out of the party.

*

Felix fell back onto the bed in the guest bedroom. He covered his face with both hands groaning into them. “Oh god I’m sorry, that was so embarrassing.”

 

She perched on the bed next to him. “I-I mean it wasn’t too bad. Your mum seems to at least like me!”

 

“Yeah I guess.” He removed his hands from his face. “But how could she imply that you and I-as if I am not capable of just having female friends.”

 

“You seemed to be pretty good friends with a lot of the girls at Oxford.” She snickered, pretending it didn’t hurt to know that.

 

He rolled his eyes. “How do you know?”

 

She flopped down next to him and playfully elbowed him. “I mean you weren’t exactly subtle in hiding it everyone kind of knew.”

 

 “Is that really how you see me?”

 

She turned to lie on her side. “No of course not-sorry I was only teasing.”

 

He didn’t look at her, instead picking at the buttons of his shirt. “I don’t like the idea that a bunch of people can just decide something about me, like they know me. I always made it clear I never wanted anything more from the people I was with. I’m not some heartless fuck boy. It makes me feel uncomfortable that some people might have that view of me...”

 

“Well I don’t.” She said softly. “No one’s perfect but you aren’t a bad guy, people know that even if they see your exploits differently to how you did.”

 

He now looked at her. “What do you think of me?”

 

Where should she start? “I think you’re just one of the kindest people I’ve ever met and that well-I can’t believe I’m existing in the same room as you.”

 

Maybe the last part was too much, but she couldn’t help it if she meant it. His lips parted at her words, he seemed at a momentary loss for words as he stared at her stunned. His full lips looked so inviting parted like that, it wouldn’t have taken her much to lean forward and find out. She chose to sit back up this was becoming too dangerous for her.

 

She cleared her throat. “Do with that what you will.”

 

He seemed to snap back to reality gradually sitting up next to her. “I’m sorry it took me a minute, it’s just- no one’s ever really said anything like that to me before.” He swallowed hard.

 

“Maybe it’s time that someone should.” She admitted.

He gave her a grateful smile that made everything inside her melt away. The moment passed when he stood up from the bed and offered out his hand to her which she gladly took as he pulled her to her feet. “Come on I’ll show you where the bathroom is.”

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Last Summer, Felix Catton x fem!reader

Description: (Name) is invited to spend her last month before her Masters Degree at SaltBurn. But little does she realise how easily tensions can rise between two best friends.

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#saltburn #friends to lovers #felix catton x reader #felix catton #jacob elordi

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Last Summer: Felix Catton x fem!reader Part 1

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Word count: 1.3K

Note: This will be a slight diversion to the plot of the film!

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She'd never had as good a friend as Felix. There was something seriously human about him, he was the kind of person to look you in the eye when you spoke. He made you feel like there was no one else in the world he would rather be speaking to. She had been friends with him since their first year and like the rest of Oxford had become infatuated with him.

It had hit her one day just why he made her feel so giddy and nervous throughout their nearly three year friendship. They had been studying hard in his bedroom for upcoming exams, when she had looked up from her notebook.

She had been sat on his floor, back against the mattress, with him behind her up on the bed legs crossed. She had shifted herself to look up at him, his brows furrowed in concentration. Then his brown eyes gently met hers and her stomach had flipped.

He grinned at her. "What?"

"Oh nothing." She said with a laugh. "I think I'm just a little tired."

Except it wasn't nothing, she was all too aware of what it was she was feeling.

He sighed in agreement. "God me too! Let's take a break in a minute before my eyes slide out my head."

They had gone back to their respective studying although hers was now plagued by just how she was going to hide her newly realised feelings?

He had never given her any reason to suggest he felt the same. He was kind and respectful to her but he was like that with everyone. Despite their obvious close friendship their circle of friends seemed to sometimes suspect they were secretly hooking up. Sly looks and nudges were exchanged whenever the two left the room together. And this was particularly bought to light at one of the very last parties their final year of university.

They were all sat in the kitchen of some random person's house. The conversation up until then had been normal, the discussion being a reflection of their time spent at University.

Her friend sat opposite her, swirled her drink. "There's something that I-well we have always wondered."

(Name) intrigued leant forward a little. "Yeah what would that be?"

Her friend continued. "Why you and Felix never got off with eachother?"

"What sort of question is that?" (Name) asked laughing lightly.

"Yes exactly what sort of question is that, when they obviously have gotten off with eachother." Farleigh interjected with a smirk, the rest of the group snickered at his comment like school children.

She choked a little on her glass wine. She wiped at her chin with the sleeve of her cardigan, her face feeling very hot.

"There is no way that two people with that much chemistry have never once even kissed I don't believe it!" Another member of the group added.

Before she had a chance to defend herself, the worst possible thing happened. She felt slight pressure on the back of her chair, she glanced behind her to see Felix stood behind her both hand resting on the top of the chair. She wanted the fucking floor to open up and consume her whole.

"Who's never kissed?" Felix asked the group.

"You tell us." Farleigh told him giving his cousin a knowing look. "Or maybe (Name) can tell you."

(Name) felt her body turn rigid, she didn't look at Felix completely. "It was just a shit joke about a couple of our old lecturers." She blatantly lied.

Farleigh looked ready to pipe up again but before he could she rose from her seat.

"Felix do you fancy going for a cig?" She asked her best friend.

"Yes sure-" She quickly grabbed his wrist. "Oh okay."

The table burst out laughing, Felix gave her a confused look she chose to ignore. She steered them away from the table as he followed behind her slightly bewildered.

Once they were safely outside they lent against the wall, various students were littered across the back garden. She reached into her bag and realised she'd forgotten her cigarettes.

"Can I steal one of yours, I forgot mine." She apologised with a sigh.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack, taking one for himself and her. He lit his with ease before handing the lighter to her. She repeatedly tried to light the cigarette but the summer breeze stopped her.

"Here let me." He said, covering his hands over hers, forming a barrier against the air.

She tried to ignore the spark that ran through her hands as his own rested on hers. The cigarette was finally lit, she took a drag and rested her head against the wall with closed eyes.

There was silence for a few moments before he spoke. "Is everything alright with you?"

"Yeah I'm fine, just needed a break from all the people." She admitted, opening her eyes.

"Am I not also people?" He said jokingly.

"No you don't count." She replied.

He pretended to gasp. "So you don't see me as a person? Ouch."

She playfully rolled her eyes. "We both know that's not what I meant."

"Yeah I know." He told her with a soft smile that she returned.

He looked stunning in the golden evening light, chosing to wear a thin linen shirt the top few buttons undone. She smoothed out a crease in her short floral dress, somehow it helped distract her wandering mind.

"I can't believe it's all just over." She said waving her hand.

"Yeah me either. Soon you'll be abroad with your masters degree and I'll be here.." His voice seemed to trail off.

"You do know you can come visit me right?"

"Yes of course I do, which I'll definitely take you up on. But it doesn't mean I won't miss you."

Her chest tightened. "I'm-I'm not leaving for a month, plenty of time still left for us to hangout."

He nodded. "Definitely."

They both fell silent again. An international masters degree would be just what she needed to forget her feelings for him, this would be good for her!

"I have a bit of an idea." He told her.

"What would that be?" She asked carefully.

An excited glimmer appeared in his eyes. "Why don't you come spend your last month with me at my family home, we've been friends for so long that it's ridiculous you've never visited!"

She let out a surprised laugh. "Felix I would love to but are you sure that wouldn't be imposing on your family? I mean a month is a longtime."

He shook his head. "You wouldn't be imposing at all! You would actually be doing me a favour if anything, it'd be nice to finally have good memories of my summer at home."

She wondered what he meant by that, but chose to not press for answers just yet. Should she do this? She'd heard pleasant stories about his family and once even met his sister who was nice enough. And whilst she adored her own family and hometown friends it might be cool to spend a month in a huge country estate!

"You know what sure I'll come with you!" She agreed, hopeing she'd made the right choice his grin giving her some proof of that.

#friends to lovers #felix catton #saltburn #felix catton x reader #Felix catton x fem!reader

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me ignoring y/n when she goes on a rant about not being a girly-girl because that’s exactly what i am 💀

(i will be wearing dresses, skirts, heels, and jewelry with a full face, hair done, and manicured nails even if y/n is not 🙏)

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Sooo in the spirit of it now being summer i decided to take one for the team and give the pope girlies some material, bcs he is not written about nearly enough! This is going to be a college au acadmeic rivals to lovers story (with a bit of fake dating) so if you're interested give me a follow! 🐚

#enemies to lovers #pope heyward #the outer banks #fluff #angst #jj maybank #kiara x jj #jiara outer banks #academic rivals

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Plane- Pope Heyward x fem!reader

Description: (Name) ends up at the same college as her former academic rival Pope and is forced to share a flight with him.

AN: References to panic attack.

She took a swig of beer from the red solo cup, the burn of the alcohol warming her throat. She had felt prepared for tonight when she had slipped on a cute bodycon dress and her favourite denim jacket. She scanned the crowded party, wishing she hadn’t lost her roommate. A strange shyness crept over her as she helplessly looked to the different clumps of people talking.

Back in Kildare she’d had no problem at parties, it was easy to know what to say. But here at Columbia she felt completely out of her depth. Everyone seemed so much more older and wiser than her, despite also being freshman. For as long as she could remember she had wanted to escape to a different life, now more than anything she longed for a familiar face. And the universe listened to her.

In the corner of the room looking just as lost as she felt stood-Pope Heyward? He was staring reflectively into his own solo cup as he swirled it with his wrist. He was wearing blue jeans and a navy Kildare jumper. It was a far cry from his usual shorts and loose fitting t-shirts. She longed for her own Kildare jumper, which was still shoved at the bottom of her suitcase.

She supposed it wasn’t all that surprising that Pope would attend the same college as her. He was insanely intelligent. They had been in a lot of the same advanced classes before she had transferred to Kildare academy in her Junior year. Despite having a reputation as a fairly nice guy, a smug smile would spread across his stupidly handsome face every time he beat her for top of the class. She had once been so mad the pencil in her hand had nearly snapped in two. Past annoyances aside it was relieving to see someone she knew.

The ground was sticky under her new nike shoes, as she made her way across the tightly packed room. She hoped it was just beer.

“Pope hey.” She said.

He ignored her continuing to investigate his cup. He probably hadn’t heard her over the music.

“Pope hey.” She said again, still no reply.

She moved closer to him. “Pope!” It came out louder than she had expected.

He let out a gasp, his cup falling to the floor. His brown eyes snapping straight to her.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to startle you!” She apologised bending down to collect his discarded cup.

She pressed the cup into his hands, his jaw clenched as he looked inside it. “It’s empty.”

She let out a nervous laugh. “Sorry, I guess I overestimated the volume of my own voice.”

“Yep.” He replied in a clipped tone.

It was just beer, she thought to herself skin prickling.

“Anyway, how’re you finding college so far?” She asked brightly.

He shrugged at her. “Well no one’s spoken to me in 15 minutes so.”

“To be fair you aren’t helping yourself brooding in the corner.” She pointed out.

“I’m not brooding, you make me sound like batman.”

“You’ve definitely got the muscles for it.” She teased, immediately regretting it as soon as she’d said it.

It technically wasn’t untrue she’d seen him at the beach a few times surfing, she had found her face heating up when he’d once caught her staring.

“Uh thank you?..”

“Sorry-that was just a joke.” She stammered.

He let out a heavy sigh. “(Name) what do you want? We barely even knew each other back home.”

“That’s not entirely true we went to the same school.” She firmly reminded him.

“Until you pissed off to the kook academy.” He told her.

She desperately wanted to know who put the stick up his ass.

Her lips pressed into a line. “I forgot people still used those words. You know you can drop all that stupid shit, we’re not children anymore. What’s even the problem?”

“That’s easy for you to say, you aren’t the one who has to worry about how you’re gonna keep the lights on in your house. So I’ll stop using them when it stops being a problem.” He icily replied.

Yeah so clearly this conversation was clearly over.

“I’m gonna go get another drink it’s been fun?” She said earning an eye roll from him. “Enjoy college Pope.”

As she walked away from him she hoped she wouldn’t ever have to interact with him anymore at college. And once again the universe worked its magic.

Two and a half years (and many more college parties) later, she was 21 years old on the plane back to North Carolina. It had a been a few months since her last visit and she was excited to go back. She had felt like a different version of herself in New York. Not that it was a bad version, just different.

She usually enjoyed the short flight home. She would engross herself in a new book or gaze out of the window with her music blaring. But this time her usual peaceful journey had been interrupted by a child kicking her seat.

She turned round in her seat. “Excuse me sorry, do you mind asking your child to stop kicking my seat?” She politely asked the boy’s mother.

“He wasn’t kicking your seat.” The woman replied.

“I promise you he was, it’s all I’ve felt the past thirty minutes.” She assured her.

“My son’s a good boy how dare you accuse him of things.” The woman snapped as the boy once more booted her seat.

“See he just did it!” She said in exasperation.

The woman glared at her. “I didn’t see anything.”

She glared back at the woman. “Because you weren’t even looking.“

The boy did it once more she turned to the kid. “I swear to god if you don’t-“

“What's going on?” A familiar voice asked.

Pope stood in the narrow aisle a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. Of course he had caught at her yelling at a child.

“Pope hey.” She said far too casually.

“Are you ok?” He asked.

She shamefully sank back into her seat. “Yeah I’m great, what are you up to?”

“Flying home…”

“Oh fun.”

Silence hung between them neither sure how to further the conversation. He then placed his duffle bag in the overhead compartment before falling into the seat next to her.

Her mouth fell open a little. “What-why are you sitting here?”

“It’s my seat.” He explained. “Unfortunately.”

How was she meant to go an entire flight next to him? They were bound to annoy the other as they usually did, every time they interacted.

“Look let’s just keep to ourselves ok? You do your thing and I’ll do mine.” She decided.

“That’s good with me.” He agreed, closing his eyes and getting comfortable in his seat.

And as the plane took flight things became promising. The little boy had stopped kicking her seat and Pope rested. She read her book- until her kindle ran out.

“What no!” She groaned as the device switched off.

“Fucking hell.” She swore softly as she dropped the kindle into her carry on bag.

She pulled out her phone and was horrified to find it only had 5 percent battery. And she’d need that remaining percent to call her parents after the flight.

She had no idea what to do with herself. It wasn’t as if she could just strike up a conversation with her delightful classmate.

She alternated between drumming her manicured nails against the arm rest and flipping open the shutter attached to the small oval window.

“I’m so bored.” She complained to no one in particular.

“Oh my god can you please keep it down?” Pope demanded.

She jumped at his sudden outburst. “I thought you were asleep?!”

“I was until you woke me up with all of your noise.”

“It’s not as if I meant to.” She huffed. “My kindle died.”

He snorted. “Your kindle really?”

“What’s wrong with that?” She asked defensively.

“I don’t know it’s just typical that you of all people would have a kindle.” He laughed unkindly.

She folded her arms across her chest. “All your favourite books in one place what’s wrong with that?!”

“Until it runs out of battery.”

“So what do you suggest I do?”

“Buy a physical book?” He suggested.

She rolled her eyes. “Wow great help you are.”

“I’m full of bright ideas what can I say.” He said dryly.

She needed five minutes away from him or she would scream.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” She told him standing up from her seat.

The plane started to shake from turbulence, she clung onto the headrests in front of her as she moved. A particular jerk sent her hurtling backwards directly into Pope’s lap, a shriek leaving her as she fell.

His eyes were wide. “What are you doing?!”

She swallowed hard. “I fell?”

“Yeah I can see that!”

Her throat tightened. “It was the turbulence!” She stammered.

“Get off of me!” He yelped.

She scrambled off him and bolted to the bathroom. As she slid the lock into place she replayed the moment over and over in her mind. Why did she have to constantly humiliate herself in front of him? And why had his cologne smelt so intoxicatingly good? It was nothing like the smothering cologne of other guys at college. But then she guessed Pope wasn’t like the other guys at college. He never really bragged in lectures or smashed cans of beer against his forehead at parties. He had a lot of friends but seemed to keep to himself. He was smart in a way that was humble (at least with everyone else but her), in the classes they shared. And he was surprisingly snarky.

As she washed her hands the plane began to shake, she quickly dried her hands on one of the cheap paper towels and successfully returned to her seat without anymore incidents. She avoided eye contact with Pope as she shuffled past him, the seat belt sign lit up.

The intercom dinged. “Ladies and Gentleman we’re experiencing a little turbulence, nothing to worry about it, hang tight.” The captain assured them.

“A little, is he serious?!” Pope asked her, as she clicked the clasp of her seat belt together.

“He said it’s nothing to worry about it, I wouldn’t worry.” She replied, mostly trying to convince herself.

The shaking of the plane increased, her chair shuddering underneath her. He suddenly grabbed her hand. She glanced over at him, his eyes were squeezed shut and his chest rising and falling sharply.

“Pope are you ok?”

“It’s happening again.”

“What do you mean again?”

He shook his head. “We’re gonna crash.”

She squeezed his hand gently. “We’re not gonna crash, I promise. It’s going to be ok.”

His grip on her hand tightened. “I can’t breathe.” He whimpered.

“I’ll distract you ok?” He nodded weakly in response.

She wracked her brain for something, anything. “When I was six I was obsessed with the little mermaid. More than anything I wanted to be a mermaid, I never shut up about it really. So one day after school my dad takes me out on his boat tells me we’re gonna go mermaid spotting. We go out pretty far and I see this huge grey tail in the distance slapping against the water.”

His breathing had started to slow, she continued on. “And of course I now know the truth, but back then I was too young to know any different. So I go into school the next day and tell all my friends I saw a mermaid. And they all believed me until you pipe up that it was probably just a whale.”

He opened his eyes. “I think I remember this.” He quietly told her.

She smiled softly. “I should have been upset with you but I just remember thinking how cool it was that you could tell the difference, I thought you were so smart.”

The corners of his mouth tugged up slightly. “Really?”

“Yeah, I still do.”

“For the record I think you’re really smart too.”

Butterflies swam in her stomach. “Thank you.”

The turbulence gradually came to a stop and she found she still holding his hand.

“Oh uh sorry.” He excused dropping her hand.

“It’s okay, I kinda liked it.” She joked, he blinked at her. “Joking of course.”

“Oh right yeah.” He shyly chuckled.

"Why don't you ever talk to me at college?" She asked.

"I wanted to I mean I want to!"

"Then why don't you?"

"I didn't think you wanted me to." He confessed.

"Why wouldn't I want you to, remember that time I tried to talk to you at the party when we were freshmen?" She reminded him.

"Because you're a kook and I'm a-"

"Really you're gonna use those names again?"

"What else am I meant to call it?"

She wrinkled her nose. "I don't know just something that doesn't make me cringe."

He let out a sigh. "Point is I guess I believed you thought you were better than me. But I was wrong. I'm really sorry."

"I forgive you." She smiled. "And for what it's worth I've never believed I was better than you. Besides I actually thought, you thought you were better than me!"

He let out a laugh. "To be honest I just get nervous around pretty girls."

"You think I'm pretty?" She breathed.

"I mean yeah-you're beautiful."

Her pulse quickened. "So are you." She told him.

For a moment the two stared at each other, before Pope cleared his throat. "Anyway did you have a chance to look at the uh safety card?" He blurted out pulling the sheet of plastic from the pocket in front of him.

"No, it didn't cross my mind."

"I think we should take a look at it especially after what just happened!"

The two of them burst into laughter at the absurdity of the entire flight. She would definitely be getting his number before they got off the plane.

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Wishing for the past, Andrew garfield!peter parker x fem!reader part 6

Note: Hiya so after so long of not updating I finally decided to write the ending. Thank you so much to everyone who has been so supportive it means alot!

warnings: None

word count: 1.5k

She dropped his hands. "I'm sorry I need to go."

His jaw clenched and he glanced away from her. She knew how hurt he was by her lack of answer, but she desperately needed time to think.

She stopped at the door way and looked back at him. "Peter?" He kept his stare away from her.

"I promise I'll give you an answer just let me think." She promised softly, he didn't bother to reply.

********************************************

She knew she loved Peter, really loved him. The intensity in his beautiful brown eyes, when he had assured her how unafraid he was to love her, had almost fooled her. She had been close to throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him. She wanted to believe Peter, but she also equally wanted to protect herself.

If she left Michael would she ever find someone else that could comit to her like that? Maybe she could eventually grow to love Michael that much? Staying with him was safe.

"Jesus." She sharply whispered to herself, burrying her head in her hands.

The elevator dinged, coming to a stop. The closer she got to her apartment the sicker she felt. She was the world's worst fiance.

As she opened the front door she saw Michael and their friend Jeanette settled by the kitchen island. Her heart sunk, Jeanette was a wedding planner. They'd only gotten engaged the day before and the planning had already begun.

"Hey Jeanette." She greeted, forcing herself to smile.

"Hello miss bride to be." Jeanette squealed.

"Actually it'll be Mrs soon." Michael smugly commented, she had to fight the urge to recoil. Had he always be this cringey?

She stiffened when Michael kissed her on the cheek. "Babe look what Jeanette bought over." He said gesturing to the thick white binder on the counter top.

"I was showing Michael here previous weddings I've done! So you can both get an idea of what you might want." Jeanette excitedly explained, flicking through the folder.

"That's lovely." (Name) agreed.

"I'm thinking we have like a destination wedding." Michael offered.

"Won't that be expensive for people to travel to?.." She asked.

"Who cares that's their problem." He snorted.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Michael that's actually quite a selfish thing to say."

Jeanette clearly sensing the tension cleared her throat. "I think I've shown enough for today, I'll come back some other time." She excused before grabbing her folder and scurrying out the apartment.

"Why do you always have to be so fucking prickly about everything?! Even our friends notice it!" Michael snapped pointing to the slamming door.

"I'm not being prickly." She snapped back. "You just constantly act like a child and expect no one to say anything."

Michael folded his arms. "At least I still know how to have a good time. You were so much more fun when we first met."

"Probably because I hadn't realised I'd have to be the adult in our relationship." She said with a humourless laugh.

These sort of arguments happened every few months with them. Michael would do something embarrassing and she would be left picking up the pieces.

"You're not my mother, you're my fiance so act like it." Michael commanded.

"I'm not even sure I want to be your fiancé!" She shouted.

"What?!" He sharply asked. "We've been engaged for less than 48 hours, so much for a long engagement."

She threw her hands up in frustration. "How would it have been long if you were already planning the wedding the day after getting engaged? Not to mention not even bothering to ask me what I might want for the wedding?"

Michael deadpanned at her. "Because I'm the one with superior design taste, I mean I decorated this whole apartment."

"Which again I never asked you to do!"

He tugged at his hair. "Have you noticed how much we fight these days?"

She let out a sigh. "Yeah. We didn't used to be like this."

"When did the fighting start?"

"I can't even remember anymore."

"What went wrong?" He wondered.

"I'm not sure sometimes people grow apart." She sadly admitted.

He was quiet for a moment. "We were happy though at the start right?" He carefully asked her.

"Yes." She agreed giving him a wistful smile. "We were really good."

Michael and her looked to eachother the same thought present in both of their minds. They had come to a silent agreement.

******************************************

She charged up the endless stairs, her feet pounding against the steps. She was certain at that moment she was 90% sweat. She cursed his building for it's elevator being broken. Although it had given her extra time to think. Like what she was going to say exactly to him.

Everything was happening at a mile a minute. Just that morning she had been engaged, the promise of stability with someone who wouldn't leave her. But all it had taken was a few hours alone with Peter to change that. She'd already had slight doubts about her and Michael's relationship but after their a hundreth argument, it had all become clear. Maybe security wasn't worth it if she wasn't going to be happy. It was better to be happy with someone even if you didn't feel sure of the relationship's certainty.

She eventually arrived at the door and hurriedly knocked it. It gently opened to reveal Peter, he was dressed in comfortable clothing he'd clearly been lounging in, from the softness of the fabric and the messiness of his hair. Seeing him dressed so comfortable made her heart swell. His doe brown eyes widened upon seeing her.

He opened his mouth to speak but she raised a hand.

"I'm not trying to be rude but I really need to get everything out-" She panted. "Sorry I'm slightly out of breath, you live on the ninth floor and your elevator was broken."

"Ok here we go. I had some time to think and I realised something was missing with Michael. I was fufilled by my career and my friends and my family, but Michael wasn't fufilling me. You fulfill me. I like who I am when I'm with you, I never felt that way around Michael. Or really with anyone...And I don't care if we won't last, because I love you and that's enough. So I guess I'm all in, if you are too?"

Peter blinked at her in bewilderment.

"I don't want to be with anyone else I only want to be with you. It's always been you." She continued.

His chest heaved as he continued to stare at her.

Her face fell. "I get it if me trying to choose between you and Michael made you not want me. Now I feel like an idiot. I just stood here confessing my love to you and you don't want-"

"Shut up." He said grabbing her face and firmly pressing his lips to hers. She kissed him back after the intial shock.

When they finally pulled apart, she couldn't help but gawk at him. "Why didn't you say anything do you know how embarrassing that was for me?" She stammered.

He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. " I was just taking it in. When the girl you've spent four years thinking about turns up on your doorstep and says everything you've ever dreamed she would say to you it's hard to not be in shock."

A warm smile broke out on her face. "You could have atleast gave me some kind of response!" She tutted playfully rolling her eyes

He snorted. "Well I kissed you didn't I?"

"Yeah, I guess." She agreed. "Just don't leave a girl in the dark like that."

"I forgot how sexy you are when your mad."

"That is so patronising." She groaned.

"Sorry sorry, but doesn't mean it's not true." He said coyly.

She felt her face grow hot, which was ridiculous that he could still have that affect on her.

"I'm so glad your back in my life." She told him with a warm smile, which he returned. "I don't think I realised how lonely I had been until I saw you in my office. Don't ever leave me again ok?"

"I won't, I'm not going anywhere. I want us to last, I'm never leaving you again. I'm not afraid of this anymore." He said, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"You promise?" She asked.

"I promise." He swore, pressing his forehead to hers. And this time she knew he meant it.

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Godspeed: Frank Ocean

Sunsetz: Cigarettes after sex

Baby come home 2/Valentines: The neighbourhood

Champagne Problems: Taylor Swift

I miss you,i'm sorry: Gracie Abrahms

happier: Olivia Rodrigo

the one that got away: katy perry

feelings are fatal: mxmtoon

Sparks: Coldplay

never let me go: florence+the machine

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Wishing for the past, Andrew garfield!peter parker x fem!reader part 5

warnings: Swearing

word count: 1.5k

Her raised fist hovered against the door before she plucked up the courage to knock. She had debated endlessly whether to even come, and yet here she was. Spending all this time with Peter was going to be her downfall. The more they spoke the less she could do to convince herself she wasn't still in love with him. She stiffened as the door opened. God she was not ready.

"Hey." He greeted showing her inside, his voice carrying the same nervousness she felt.

"Hi." She replied back, struggling to meet his gaze.

"Uh so-" They both said in unison.

"It's ok you go." She nodded at Peter.

Peter nodded. "I was gonna ask how you wanted to start this?"

What was he trying to imply?...

"Start what?" She hesitantly asked.

"The interview?"

"Oh yeah."

The corner of his lip turned up. "What did you think I meant?"

"Nothing!" She waved a dismissive hand. "Completely nothing, don't worry about it let's just get on with it."

They sat at his kitchen table, she kept a good distance between them. "Ok so do you have the photographs? I'm going to need a fair few as options." She explained.

He handed over an envelope to her. "I think a couple of them might be too far away but there's enough in there for options." He told her, as she flipped through the photographs.

"Peter these are good, like seriously good." She complimented.

"I mean I am the subject in the photo so obviously." He joked.

She rolled her eyes unable to stop herself smiling. It was a shame he still struggled to accept compliments, using humour or laughing it off bashfully.

"Just shut up and take the compliment."

"Alright, alright." He laughed lightly.

"Good!" She warned. "Can I start the interview?"

"Yeah go for it." He agreed.

"I'm gonna turn the microphone on so don't yell anything like 'my secret identity is Peter Parker." She joked.

"Why would I do that anyway?" He snorted.

She started to ask him questions and in turn he gave her his answer. To Peter's credit he could be serious when he needed to be. He was definitely going to come across very well in the article.

"And one final question what is it you love so much about this city?" She asked.

"I guess it would have to be the people that I know, they make me love being here." He explained.

"Are those people ones you know as spider man or ones you know privately?"

He thought for a monent. "I would say both. But there's someone that stands out the most for me."

"Who would that be?"

"I can't reveal their name but I like to think they know who they are. They've always be there for me and supported me no matter how hard shit got. They're an amazing person and I feel like I carry them with me no matter where I go or what I do."

Her breath hitched in her throat and she struggled to speak. "Th-thank you for your time and your answers. We all look forward to seeing what else you'll do."

She stopped the recording device.

"It's you." He told her.

"I know." She said quietly.

Neither of them spoke. It was getting increasingly hard to pretend that none of the things he said had any affect on her. She feared she would reveal herself simply through her voice.

"Can I have a glass of water please?"

Peter stood up and moved to the main kitchen area. She tried to calm her breathing as the water ran.

"Are you okay?" He carefully asked offering her a cup.

"Yeah I'm fine I-" Their hands brushed as he handed her the glass, she dropped it in the surprise. The cup smashing to the floor and her clothing soaked.

"Oh shit!" She exclaimed as she glanced frantically at her outfit.

"Do you want to borrow some clothes?" He suggested.

"Yes please." She sighed.

She pulled off her damp clothes in his cluttered bathroom. What the hell was she doing? She was half naked in a random apartment about to put on another man's shirt and sweatpants. This was going well beyond the boundaries she had set between Peter and her.

She was so lost in her thoughts she accidentally stubbed her toe. She yelped in pain grabbing at her foot.

"Fuck fuck fuck." She seethed wincing.

The door swung open. "I heard you scream are you oka-"

She was stood in her underwear in front of Peter. His eyes flickered down her body then quickly back up to her face in embarrassment. They stood staring at each other for an eternity.

"Get out!" She yelled covering her chest.

"Sorry sorry sorry." He stammered

slamming the door.

Could this day get any worse?

*****************************************

The two of them were now settled on the couch, miles apart.

"If it makes you feel any better, I've seen you with even less clothing."

"No peter no it does not make me feel any better." She snapped arms folded.

"It's my fault I should've knocked, I was just worried you'd hurt yourself and I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry."

She let out a sigh. "You've done an awful lot of apologising today."

"(Name) how do we do this? I have no clue how to act around you anymore." He admitted, rubbing his face wearily.

"I don't know either Peter." She confessed in frustration. "What even is-this?"

"We're friends."

That wasn't the first time she'd heard him say that. She shook he head. "No we're not, we haven't been for a long time. You're some guy I slept with four years ago and now I'm sat in your apartment wearing your clothes. Yes there's nothing weird about that."

He frowned. "We were also best friends not just two people who hooked up in college."

"It hurts to remember how it used to be." She said regretfully.

"We had some good times right?"

"Yeah we really did."

"Remember when we would go to that one deli on 23rd street?" He recalled.

"Some of the best food I've ever had." She commented. "Never as good as your aunt's though."

"She would be happy to know you think that, she misses you by the way."

"I miss her too. I especially miss hearing her joke with you." She chuckled slightly.

"You only miss that cause you would both band together to tease me." Peter scoffed.

"As if you and my mom never did the same!"

They both continued in their easy conversation and as they laughed together comfortably for the first time it felt like how it once was.

"Hold on you have an eyelash on your cheek." He noted. He bought his hand to gently cup her face and swept her cheek bone with his thumb. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she didn't want to back away.

She placed her palm against his chest. "Your heart's beating really fast."

"Yeah, I know." He breathed.

"Is the eye lash gone?" She asked trying to hide the tremble in her voice.

"No it's being very stubborn, I need atleast another five minutes."

"You're lying arent you?"

"Yes." He replied.

They slowly started to lean in his lips barely brushed hers before she pulled back.

"Shit." She muttered to herself. Everytime she attempted some level of self-control with Peter she quickly found she had none.

"I'm so sorry but I can't." She told him.

There was hurt evident in his eyes, he swallowed hard. "I understand."

She needed to stop lying to herself.

"I really want to kiss you thats the problem."

"Huh?"

"I've felt more myself this afternoon than I have in four years. I can't let myself feel this way for you." She explained. "What I have with Michael is safe and dependable. He isnt afraid to love me. If I choose Michael I'll never be alone."

"But everything is different now! I've had time to think, plenty of it. And I'm not afraid to love you anymore." He swore to her. "You were right when you said it was better to be together and live with the risk of something happening to you. Rather than living apart. I can't do that anymore."

She gnawed at her bottom lip. "Peter I don't know what to say."

"Say something please. I need to know what you want. Atleast if it's a no I can move on knowing you didn't want to try." He begged her.

She got to her feet. "Peter you might change your mind, and I'm not prepared to allow myself to completely fall back in love with you only to have you leave again."

"I swear to god, I won't ever leave you." He said determinedly.

She laughed sadly. "Those are just words though you might mean them now. What about in 5 years? Or 10 years?"

He stood up from the couch too. "In 5,10,15,20 years I'll love you without being afraid. I'm not going to change my mind. You need to make yours up. Who is it gonna be me or him?"

"I-I don't know."

He took her hands in his. "Please-ok."

She had to make a decision once and for all.

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Godspeed: Frank Ocean

Sunsetz: Cigarettes after sex

Baby come home 2/Valentines: The neighbourhood

Champagne Problems: Taylor Swift

I miss you,i'm sorry: Gracie Abrahms

happier: Olivia Rodrigo

the one that got away: katy perry

feelings are fatal: mxmtoon

Sparks: Coldplay

never let me go: florence+the machine

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Wishing for the past, Andrew garfield!peter parker x fem!reader part 4

warnings: Drinking and sexual language

word count: 1.2k

She felt naesous everytime she looked at Michael. The memory of her kissing Peter played on a loop inside her mind.

"You look beautiful tonight darling." Michael complimented taking a swig of his wine.

She forced a smile. "Thank you."

"How was work today?" He asked.

She definitely hadn't made out with her ex-? What even were they to eachother? Neither Ex-boyfriend or ex-best friend really fit . They were stuck in some weird kind of in between.

"Yeah- it was good. I actually got comissioned to write my first article today." She told michael.

"That's fantastic!" Michael said. "What's it about?"

"It's an interview with spiderman."

"Really spiderman?" Michael raised a brow. "A bit unoriginal in my opinion."

He wasn't wrong but it still bothered her. "What's wrong with it being unoriginal? She asked.

Michael let out a yawn. "Well there's already so much written on spiderman it's frankly boring. I think he's a cool guy but I mean all he does is save people, that's it."

"I think saving people is pretty interesting and worthy of writing about." She defended focusing her attention on the food in front of her.

"That's all he does though, save people. I can bet you anything he's some steriod induced gym bro with the personality of a leaf."

She tightened her grip on the cutlery. "Michael stop making assumptions about other people it's unfair."

"It's only about spiderman though, he's just a celebrity."

"That doesn't mean it's right."

"Why are you acting as if you know him?" He snorted.

She'd certainly known Spiderman very well earlier that day in the lift.

"I-I don't know him, why would you even say suggest that." She stammered her fork slipping from her hand.

"Calm down, I was only kidding..." He explained giving her a strange look.

"It's fine, sorry I think I've just had too much wine." She excused shaking her head.

"I hope you haven't had too much wine to answer something I need to ask you." He smirked clasping her hand across the table. His hand was cold and clammy.

"(Name) I have adored every second of time we've had together. You're the most beautiful girlfriend anyone could wish for. But there comes a time when a man needs to step up and ask you something."

Oh god he was about to do it.

Michael slid an open ring box across the table, the diamond was obnoxiously large and the band was glittery. "(Name) will you marry me?"

She wanted the ground to open up below her. How could she say yes to Michael after the day she'd had? But then again he could offer a life of guaranteed love and devotion. This could be her only chance.

"Yes." She shakily answered. Her nervousness could easily be mistaken for surprise.

Michael slipped the ring on her finger and kissed the back of her hand as the whole restaurant applauded. She wanted to be sick.

********************************************

She stood on the balcony of their apartment as Michael slept soundly. When they had returned from the restaurant her parents had called to congratulate her. They'd known before Michael had even proposed. She had tried her best to sound delighted on the phone.

After disappointing sex (three minutes of missionary with no foreplay) Michael had rolled off her immediately falling asleep. He was usually alright at sex, she figured too much wine was the reason. It was never mind blowing with him but it was still nice. Although it had been mind blowing with Peter...

She wrapped her dressing gown tighter around her shivering body. It was late August however night-time was still cold.

She gripped the railing, the ugly ring digging into her finger. It was far too extravagant. She wanted to throw it off the balcony.

There was no turning back now. Her whole family and friends knew thanks to Michael posting about it on instagram. He was her last chance at her happiness. She'd be insane to risk the humiliation of leaving him.

"I'm supposed to feel happy." She bitterly murmured, pressing her face into her palms.

"Yeah you seem really happy."

She glanced up from her hands to see Peter standing next to her in his Spiderman suit.

"What has you so overwhelmed?" He asked.

"Why do you care?" She gloomily said.

"Why do I care? Do I even need to say."

"Peter I already told you that I can't be with you like that." She firmly told him.

"Yeah I know." He sighed. "Doesn't mean I don't get worried when your clearly unhappy."

She wearily rubbed her temple. "Don't assume how I feel. How would you even know you haven't seem me in four years."

"It doesn't stop me worrying about you." He gently admitted.

She was silent for a moment. "I worry about you all the time." She said.

He stared at her, seeming at a loss for words.

"I just got engaged." She told him quietly.

He cleared his throat. "Congratulations."

"Thanks."

He suddenly let out a laugh.

"What's so funny?" She asked in confusion.

"It's just ironic, cause May used to always say you'd be the girl I would marry and now you're getting married just not to me." He told her, hurt laced in his tone.

She gave him a sad smile. "Maybe in a different universe."

"In a different universe I would've bought you a much better ring. I mean ouch." He said in mock disgust.

"It's not the best is it?" She chuckled holding her hand up.

He chuckled alongside her. "No it really isn't."

"So have you been buying anyone ugly engagement rings lately?"

"I haven't had the time as tempting as that sounds."

"Do you think you'll have time soon for an interview?"

"You could come by mine tomorrow?" He suggested.

Great the two of them alone in a confined space.

She nodded uncertainly. "Uh sure, just text me the address. Do you need my number?"

"I still have it saved, I couldn't bring myself to delete it." He told her.

"Really?" She breathed.

She'd deleted his number after a year of silence and thought he'd easily done the same.

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah...Anyway I'll text you the address later."

"I should probably go inside, it's late." She swallowed

"Good night (name)." Peter said raising an awkward hand.

"Good night pete." She replied.

He stiffened. "You haven't called me that in awhile."

"Just because it's been four years doesn't mean I forgot everything, I never will." She said softly before turning to go back inside.

𝕽𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙:

Godspeed: Frank Ocean

Sunsetz: Cigarettes after sex

Baby come home 2/Valentines: The neighbourhood

Champagne Problems: Taylor Swift

I miss you,i'm sorry: Gracie Abrahms

happier: Olivia Rodrigo

the one that got away: katy perry

feelings are fatal: mxmtoon

Sparks: Coldplay

never let me go: florence+the machinr

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@brutal-in-here

@mell-bell

@spoonerhead

@lokisthvr

@ohashely101

@mournthewicked

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@deafeningnightcollection-things

@navs-bhat

@kdatthecastle

@44atta

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@katiebellf

@ssophiebirkas

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[skybluewritings]

Wishing for the past, Andrew garfield!peter parker x fem!reader part 3

warnings: Some swearing and heavy kissing

word count: 1.1k

She'd never realised the full extent of her resentment and fury towards Peter leaving until he'd reappeared in her life. She understood why he had to be apart from her but after a year of silence she stopped grieving and became bitter. How could he just cut her off like that? After everything they'd been through together. It was torture.

As she stood in the elevator with Peter the raw burn of rage still simmered in her chest. It was going to be a long ride. Why did Cecelia's office have to be on the highest floor and why did the elevator have to be so slow?

"You humiliated me."

"You humiliated me." He countered. "God you were never this annoying when we were friends."

"Well we're not friends anymore are we, you made sure of that four years ago." She dryly commented.

"I had to do it, if I didn't you would be dead by now." He explained gritting his teeth.

"I would rather have lived with the risk than having you gone from my life!" She argued.

"I didn't want to have to live with that risk, what about that don't you understand?"

"I do understand, but it doesn't mean I have to like it!"

"It's not all about you!" He snapped.

"God you were never this much of a dick when we were friends." She scoffed.

"Ohh real mature fire my own insults back at me."

"Ohh real mature fire my own insults back at me." She mimicked.

"Wow such original humour."

"Wow such original humour."

"You're a child."

"You're a child."

"Shut up!"

"Make me!" She challenged glaring up at him.

Peter narrowed his eyes at her, a dangerous glint in them. "You know what I will."

He grabbed her face and pressed his lips to hers. She kissed him back hard. The kiss was nothing like their last, it was fast and frenzied. She grasped at his jumper as his hand weaved in her hair, tugging lightly at her scalp.

She'd forgotten how intoxicating his lips were. Even sex with Michael wasn't as good as this. Oh no-Michael!

"Wait no shit, what am I doing?!" She gasped pulling herself away from Peter.

She had been so lost in the mounting sexual tension that she had momentarily forgotten about Michael.

"What have I done?" She whispered out loud whether it was to Peter or herself she didn't know.

He looked at her in confusion. "What?"

"I'm seeing someone-someone who's been very good to me."

"Ah ok." He nodded, pressing his mouth into a firm line.

She shakily brought fingertips to her swollen lips. "Don't ever do that again. I think I'm gonna be sick."

"I'm hardly that repulsive." He snorted.

"Don't joke around this is serious." She stammered. "You made me cheat on my boyfriend."

"You kissed me back or did I just imagine that?"

She burried her face in her hands. "Yes, No. I don't know."

"This is quite the moral dilemma."

"Fuck off."

"Maybe you're relationship wasn't meant to be. How sad."

She looked up from her hands. "You don't get to act jealous."

He wrinkled his nose. "And why not?"

"Because you had your chance Peter. You didn't want it then and you don't want it now." She shouted."

"What if I do!" He yelled.

Her breath caught in her throat. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. Was she hearing this right?

Suddenly the elevator came to a screeching halt and she was sent crashing into Peter. He placed his hands on her waist to steady her. They felt so warm.

"Get your hands away from me."

"Yes your highness."

She dashed to press the open door button.

"No what are you doing!" He hollered yanking her wrist away from the button.

"Like I said don't touch me."

"You don't know how high up we are or if we're stuck between floors."

"Sorry sherlock holmes." She huffed.

"I'm not sherlock holmes, I'm just not an idiot." He sighed.

They desperately tried the intercom but no one picked up. They were well and truly stuck.

"Can you not use your-" She mouthed 'spiderman.' "Powers to climb us out of here?"

"I don't have my suit with me, it's too risky."

"Some super hero you are. Ok guess we wait."

They sat at opposite ends of the elevator neither sure what to say.

She inhaled deeply. "Peter?"

"Yes?" He irately replied.

"Did you mean what you said about wanting to be with me?"

His face softened. "Yeah I did..."

"Oh."

He was silent for a moment. "What do you think about that?"

What did she think? There was a part of her that would always love him. She wanted to be selfish and given in. What if he couldn't properly given himself to her? What if he changed his mind? She had been so tired of waiting around to be loved, then Michael had come along. Michael who actually loved her and was going to propose that night.

"I don't think I can be with you..."

He gave her a wry smile. "I was four years too late huh?"

Butterflies swarmed her stomach seeing his crooked smile. His stupid cute crooked smile.

"Yeah." She let out a sad laugh. "We seem to keep missing at eachother. First I wanted you, now you want me."

"I'm sorry for leaving you. I never thought of how you would feel." He apologised.

Her eyes widened at his apology.

"Before everything got complicated we had a really great friendship and I'd like that back if you'll have me?" He quietly said struggling to meet her gaze.

She gnawed at her bottom lip. "I'll need some time to think about it. Can we do the article first and then I'll give you my answer."

"Yeah of course." He agreed.

"Cool thank you." She said in relief.

"So now you want me to work on the article?" He joked.

"Don't over think it." She warned.

𝕽𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙:

Godspeed: Frank Ocean

Sunsetz: Cigarettes after sex

Baby come home 2/Valentines: The neighbourhood

Champagne Problems: Taylor Swift

I miss you,i'm sorry: Gracie Abrahms

happier: Olivia Rodrigo

the one that got away: katy perry

feelings are fatal: mxmtoon

Sparks: Coldplay

never let me go: florence+the machinr

@prettiestmark

@brutal-in-here

@mell-bell

@spoonerhead

@lokisthvr

@ohashely101

@mournthewicked

@omgcygnusssstuff

@deafeningnightcollection-things

@navs-bhat

@kdatthecastle

@44atta

@katiebellf

@ssophiebirkas

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[skybluewritings]

Wishing for the past, Andrew garfield!peter parker x fem!reader part 2

warnings: Some swearing and sexual language

word count: 1.2k

"(Name)." He breathed lips parted.

They stood staring wide eyed at eachother. Neither certain what to do or say. Where to even begin? He hadn't changed at all since the last time she'd seen him. He was frustratingly, still as handsome as ever.

"I take you two know eachother then?" Cecelia pointed out.

"Yeah we uh-." Peter searched for a way to describe their relationship. "went to high school together."

She gave him a confused look. "I think it's a little more complex than tha-"

"Anyway Cecelia thank you so much for hiring me, I really appreciate it. The magazine is great." Peter praised rudely cutting her off.

"Don't attempt to kiss my ass young man flattery won't get you anywhere with me." Cecelia scoffed.

"I wasn't trying to flatter you I was just being nice." Peter awkwardly said, Cecelia hummed in response not convinced at all.

Cecelia explained their assignment, (Name) could hardly focus due to the storm of emotions drowning her mind. She was overjoyed to see him again but also intensely angry it had been so long.

"Do you understand everything?" Cecelia asked the pair.

"Yes." She lied, wishing she'd paid more attention.

"I suggest you go discuss the assignment somewhere else, preferably not my office." Cecelia demanded. "Off you go, close the door on the way out please."

They walked stiffly side by side until they were stood silently outside the office. All she could hear was her blood rushing in her ears. She wasn't sure where to even look. Seeing his face again hurt too much.

Peter cleared his throat breaking the eerie quiet. "So it's been awhile."

She narrowed her eyes at him and lightly shoved him in the chest. "Is that the best you can do it's been awhile?"

He gingerly touched where she had shoved him. "What else should I have said?"

"For one you could not say that we went to highschool together."

"But we did.."

Her mouth fell open in exasperation. "We're way more than that. We were best friends for two and a half years. We spent christmases and birthdays together. We visited eachother at college. We even had sex with eachother." She argued back.

"You want me to tell all that to your boss." He sighed.

"Obviously not!" She exclaimed. "But how could you reduce our relationship to just being old classmates?"

"I didn't know what else to say." He admitted rubbing the back of his neck.

She lowered her gaze. "Why didn't you ever call me?"

"We agreed to never see eachother again." He firmly reminded her.

"I didn't actually think that was serious." She confessed.

Peter furrowed his brow. "What?"

"I thought that we would have some space for awhile then talk again. But you never called me!" She cried.

"You also never called me." He scoffed starting to become irritated.

"Cause I thought you'd change your mind. It wasn't my idea to never see eachother again, I mean what kind of fucking irrational person decides that?"

His jaw clenched. "Someone who cares about you!"

"If you really cared, you would've come back to me!"

His face softened, he was silent as he took in her words.

"Can we please just focus on right now, come on we haven't seen eachother in four years." He said voice cracking as he gently took her hands in his.

She ripped her hands from his. "Please don't touch me." She demanded. "I want you to leave the assignment."

He glared down at her. "Why should I have to leave?"

"Because I've worked for years to be able to write one measly article for Cecelia. And now I finally have my chance, you won't be the one to get in my way." She snapped.

"Is that seriously how you see me?" He asked angrily, moving closer to her.

"Well right now you being here is stopping me from doing my job so yes." She seethed.

"Be better at your job then."

She moved nearer to him. "Excuse me?"

A cruel smirk crept up his face. "I'm just saying if I'm a distraction to your work and you're only now writing your first article, maybe you're not as good as you think you are."

She grabbed a handful of his jumper. "Take that back."

"No."

Her chest was pressed flush against his as they coldy stared at eachother. This was not the man she'd fallen in love with years ago. This was the bitter and arrogant 19 yearold boy she had encountered when she first knocked on his door.

Cecelia wrenched her office open. "Would you two kindly, shut the hell up."

Oh god she'd heard everything. (Name) released his jumper and wiped her palm on her skirt.

Her cheeks were blistering hot. "Cecelia I'm so sorry I-"

"No excuses young lady you and your little boyfriend here were distracting me. I suggest you both try to get along or fuck and get it out your systems." Cecelia venomously told them.

Dark pink stained Peter's cheeks at Cecelia's comment, he looked as embarrassed as she felt. If only Cecelia knew how close to the truth she actually was.

"We'll try to get along, I'm sorry." Peter replied.

"You better, now get to it." Cecelia ordered ushering them away.

As they turned to leave her boss called out once more. "Oh and (Name)?"

She craned her neck to look back. "Yes?"

"Do me proud on your first measly article."

𝕽𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙:

Godspeed: Frank Ocean

Sunsetz: Cigarettes after sex

Baby come home 2/Valentines: The neighbourhood

Champagne Problems: Taylor Swift

I miss you,i'm sorry: Gracie Abrahms

happier: Olivia Rodrigo

the one that got away: katy perry

feelings are fatal: mxmtoon

Sparks: Coldplay

never let me go: florence+the machine

Tags:

@prettiestmark

@brutal-in-here

@mell-bell

spoonerhead

@lokisthvr

@ohashley101

@mournthewicked

@omgcygnus

@deafeningnightcollection-things

@navs-bhat

@kdatthecastle

@44atta

@katiebellf

@ssophiebirkas

#andrew garfield!peter parker x reader #andrew garfield #the amazing spider man x reader #peter parker x reader #andrew!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #spiderman no way home #fluff #angst #the amazing spiderman x reader #the amazing spiderman

[skybluewritings]

Art Credit: Joseph Lurosso

Sequel to Christmas Wishes

Wishing for the past, Andrew garfield!peter parker x fem!reader

Summary: It's been four years since (Name) last saw Peter but when she has to write an article on Spiderman what will happen?

Also I mainly write with female inserts, I do try to write inclusively for POC so pls let me know if there's anything I can improve on:)

𝕽𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙:

Godspeed: Frank Ocean

Sunsetz: Cigarettes after sex

Baby come home 2/Valentines: The neighbourhood

Champagne Problems: Taylor Swift

I miss you,i'm sorry: Gracie Abrahms

happier: Olivia Rodrigo

the one that got away: katy perry

feelings are fatal: mxmtoon

Sparks: Coldplay

never let me go: florence+the machine

Part1

Part2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

#andrew garfield #andrew garfield!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #the amazing spider man x reader #fluff #angst

[skybluewritings]

Wishing for the past, Andrew garfield!peter parker x fem!reader part 1

Summary: It's been four years since (Name) last saw Peter but when she has to write an article on Spiderman what will happen?

warnings: Some swearing

word count: 1.1k

Sequel to Christmas Wishes.

Four years later....

(Name) had not seen Peter since the day he told her he loved her. It was a bitter sweet moment. She finally knew how he felt only to learn it when she was loosing him. They managed to avoid eachother for the rest of the christmas break, then her parents had moved two months later to be closer to her mother's job.

After she'd graduated, she'd gotten an internship at an online magazine company. lt was one of the only magazines that rarely commented on Spiderman. Trying to forget him was hard when she saw his face plastered everywhere. She could've left New York, yet part of her couldn't bare to leave Peter.

She throw herself into the work so that one day she'd been the one writing articles and definitely not just because she needed a distraction from thinking about a certain person.

Eventually her life became settled. She moved in with a couple of her good friends. She loved all her co-workers. Her salary had just been raised. And then she was able to date again.

She went on a series of underwhelming dates that never went past the second. She was honestly beginning to doubt she'd ever meet anyone slightly interesting. Then she met Michael. They met on a blind date and immediately hit it off. He wasn't necessarily funny but he could be charming as hell when he wanted to be.

Michael was incredibly fun, his high paying job meant that dates weren't regular dates. They went to the most expensive restaurants and the most lavished bars. Michael was also fascinating to listen to, he would take her to galleries and intectual dinner parties with his friends.

But sometimes the dates felt too over the top, and the gifts too extravagant with no heart behind them and sometimes she found herself wondering if she wasn't smart enough for him. However none of that mattered because he loved her and wasn't afraid to be with her.

She was 25 now. Half of her friends were engaged and the other half getting into relationships. The idea of being alone forever terrified her. Peter had probably been the love of her life and she'd never seen him again. It made sense to settle for someone who was decent enough. It wasn't perfect but it would do.

"So you think he'll propose tonight!" Her coworker Amanda gasped.

"Yes absolutely." (Name) grinned. "He's taking me to his favourite restaurant-you know the fancy french one on 56th street-I even overheard him talking to a jeweller on the phone."

"You have to tell me all the details tomorrow, god I miss the excitement of my engagement. My husband's stopped trying since the baby." Amanda sighed, her shoulders slumping.

"Can't you speak to him about it?" She suggested sympathetically.

"Maybe, he just gets so defensive whenever I try to talk about our relationship. Times like these make me miss Cal."

"Who's Cal?"

Amanda smiled wistfully. "Cal was my college boyfriend. We may not have worked out but god the sex was incredible."

"But would you guys have lasted?"

"Probably not, he was a prick anyway." Amanda agreed. "I know you're very happy with Michael, but is there anyone else you still think about it. You know like wonder what might've been."

Her body tensed. "There was this one guy I was friends with years ago, he just didn't want the same things as me."

"At least you know that Michael does." Amanda warmly said.

"Yeah I guess you're right." She nodded.

"(Name), Cecelia wants you in her office." Her boss' assistant called.

She jokingly rolled her eyes. "Oh god here we go."

"Goodluck." Amanda encouraged, patting her on the arm.

"So Nick what does the boss want." (Name) asked as she walked alongside him.

"She wants you to do an exclusive story." Nick explained.

(Name) stopped walking. "What no way?!"

"Yup, it's very thrilling." Nick hummed.

"I've been waiting for this opportunity for three years, oh my god." She squealed hugging him.

Nick was a nice but reserved man, so she felt a little bad launching herself at him. "Sorry." She nervously laughed pulling away.

"It's fine, please warn me next time." He tutted, starting to walk again.

"Am I working alongside anyone else?" She asked him.

"All I heard was it would be some part-time photographer."

Peter had been a part-time photographer. But there was no way it could be him, there were hundreds of photographers in New York city.

She swallowed hard. "What's the photographer like?"

"Tall." Nick shrugged.

"Is that all you can say, Tall?" She dryly replied.

"You can find out yourself you're about to meet him." He wearily explained.

Nick knocked on Cecelia's door. You never dared walk into Cecelia's office without knocking first unless you wanted to be murdered.

"Come in." Cecelia's nasally voice called from inside the office.

Nick opened the door. Cecelia sat rigidly at her desk, drumming her nails against the desk.

"Took you long enough." Her boss commented.

"Sorry." (Name) apologised, not very sorry at all.

"Don't ever apologise it makes you sound weak." Cecelia snapped, she both feared and admired the woman.

"Thank you so much for this opportunity ma'am, you won't regret it I promise." She assured her boss entering the office, Nick left them alone she wished he'd stayed the woman was terrifying.

A devious smirk spread across Cecelia's face. "I figured it was about time you showed me what you can do, show that awful ex-husband of mine at the daily bugle how real writing is done."

She smiled at her boss. "I'll try my best."

"Your best isn't enough I want 20 times that, you're capable of it."

"Of course." She agreed. "What's the article's about?"

"It's an exposé on the mind of a well known person."

"And who would that be?"

"Spiderman."

Her stomach plummeted. "What?" She shakily responsed.

The door slammed open behind her, someone came crashing into the office. "I'm so sorry I'm late." They hurriedly said.

The voice was familiar. Too familiar.

She peered around to find out who the owner of the voice was. Her blood froze over when she saw who. "Peter." She whispered.

𝕽𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙:

Godspeed: Frank Ocean

Sunsetz: Cigarettes after sex

Baby come home 2/Valentines: The neighbourhood

Champagne Problems: Taylor Swift

I miss you,i'm sorry: Gracie Abrahms

happier: Olivia Rodrigo

the one that got away: katy perry

feelings are fatal: mxmtoon

Sparks: Coldplay

never let me go: florence+the machine

Tags:

@prettiestmark

@brutal-in-here

@mell-bell

@spoonerhead

@lokisthvr

@ohashley101

@mournthewicked

@omgcygnussssstuff

@deafeningnightcollection-things

@navs-bhat

@kdatthecastle

@44atta

#andrew garfield #andrew garfield!peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader #the amazing spider man x reader #andrew!peter x reader #spiderman no way home #angst #fluff #tasm!peter parker x reader #past love