#a stolen moment

[sheafrotherdon]

Of all the luxuries it is possible to seek in the world, Nicky is greedy for contentment. He finds it in a dozen different places, scattered piecemeal, hour by hour. The trick, he discovered two centuries into his improbable life, is simply to look for it, to notice the sweet, quiet stillness inside his chest that means he is full. Like now, an hour into wakefulness while Joe still sleeps beside him, their bedroom filled with fragile morning light; like this, he thinks, stretching a hand up toward the ceiling as if he might walk his fingers along the meandering lines of cracked and ancient paint.

He is warm, and Joe feels warmer still beside him, curled toward him, his breath puffing softly against Nicky’s bare arm. He is not yet hungry; there is a glass of water on the bedside table, and Nicky is grateful to so easily be able to quench his thirst. The blankets on the bed are heavy; the flat is quiet; it’s too early yet for the traffic that passes on the street below to have become a constant hum. Beside him, Joe grumbles and turns on to his back, sighs and sleeps on, his mouth slightly open. Nicky smiles when Joe begins to snore.

The walls are pale blue; the door is wooden and stands ajar. There’s a chest of drawers against the wall that’s seen better days, on which sit dishes and bowls that Nicky can’t see but knows hold a watch, silver rings, a door key, a single stick of gum. The armchair that sits in a corner is green and the springs in the cushion are old and cranky, and Nicky can barely see the upholstery for the jeans and shirts and one stray sock piled there. If he lifts his head, if he rolls to the side, he'd see his own boots on the floor. But he doesn’t move; he thinks instead of the twist of fate or luck or destiny that put Joe in his bed, in his heart, in the deepest marrow of his bones, and only then does he turns to lie on his side and press his nose to Joe’s shoulder. He doesn’t speak. He is happy and still.

#joe x nicky #kaysanova #yusuf al kaysani #nicolo di genova #morning #tenderness #contentment #a stolen moment

[pedrito-friskito]

a stolen moment - frankie morales x fem!reader

summary: frankie wakes to find you out of bed.

warnings: a bit of exposition (shocking I know), unprotected p-in-v, I am straight up yearning for frankie rn and it shows

a/n: I wrote 90% of this in an overtired haze at two am this morning, woke up and finished it. unedited, any mistakes are my own, just throwing it out into the ether. (autumn adventures are still coming, but who doesn’t need a little frankie morales smut to brighten up their weekend??)

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He’s up before your alarm. It’s both shocking and not. Frankie Morales works on a internal clock more accurate than most, a remnant of his military days, a habit he’s trying to break, but he tells you that you make it easier. the bed is much more appealing when you’re laying there too, begging him for just five more minutes — please, baby, I was having the best dream — and doing your darnedest to keep him between the sheets. 

As time has stretched on, he’s become more and more malleable to your demands, a hand on his chest or nails on his hip or your fingers around his cock, and he’s a goner, bending to your very will just because those words sound so goddamn pretty falling out of your lips.

“Just a little bit longer, Frankie, I just wanna lay here with you.”

And it’s not just the sex. Yes, the sex is a large part of it, but it’s the intimacy. It’s sharing space, it’s holding each other close, murmuring about your day, tracing soft shapes on the other’s body until you’re nearly asleep, chest to chest and nose to nose. 

One day you came home, and he was already in bed, a rough day laying heavily on his shoulders, and you were half-naked by the time you reached the bed. Frankie’s arm lifted to let you into the blankets, covering you in the warmth he’d already accumulated underneath them.

You dropped your hand to his ass and your body tried to arch into his, but he stopped you, hand on your shoulder, lips brushing yours as he spoke.

“Wait, baby,” he mumbled into your mouth, lifting his hand to sift his finger through your hair. “Just let me kiss you a little while, yeah?” A gentle peck pressed to your lips. “Just a little while.”

This moment, Frankie can already tell, eyes blinking blearily around the half-shadowed room, is a combination. Lust and love, need and comfort.

You’re out of the bed, standing at the window, your torso covered by his t-shirt, your legs bare, the hem of the shirt just showing the curve of your ass, backlit by the moon. Your alarm clock shows half past four, and Frankie rubs at his tired eyes, already kicking the blankets back and swinging his feet onto the floor. It hasn’t been long, he knows; your side of the bed is still warm.

“What’re you doin’ up?” he rasps, crossing the short distance between the bed and you, coming up behind you. His arms fit around you so perfectly, clasping his forearms as he cages you in his embrace.  His chin fits into the curve of your neck like a puzzle piece, and he hears that familiar intake of breath when his beard scratches against your skin. “Gonna give me hypothermia, leaving me all alone like that.”

“Pfft,” you laugh, leaning back into him. Something twitches in him at the way the roundness of your ass pushes back against his crotch, but he ignores it for now, focusing on the task at hand, his pilot’s brain kicking into gear. One thing at a time, Morales. “You’ll live, soldier.”

“Nuh-uh,” he mumbles back, squeezing you gently, kissing at your pulse. “Not gonna make it.”

He lifts his head, trailing kisses all the way up, pressing them into your hair and the back of your head, releasing you partway so he can lift a hand, pull the hair from your neck, push it over one of your shoulders. You moan quietly at the feel of his fingers along your collar and shoulders, the soft press against your throat, your heart rioting when he presses his palm flat against your chest.

“Why you out of bed, baby?” he asks again, his voice a little louder now, still raspy, but more awake. “Talk to me.”

“Just couldn’t sleep,” you admit, and Frankie nods, kissing the back of your head again. His hand moves, rounding the curve of your shoulder, and then he’s trailing his fingers down your arm, smirking when you shiver with it. “Mind’s too busy.”

“Sounds like you need something to take your mind off things,” he murmurs, fingers moving back up, then back down again. Over and over, riding the curves of you, his other arm still holding you against him. “I have a couple ideas.”

“Oh?” you quip, turning your head slightly, giving him the perfect view of your silhouette, your backlit profile nothing but a thing of beauty. “What do you suggest, Fish?”

“You could meditate,” he replies, and you bark a raspy laugh, your voice just as sleep-soaked as his own. “That could help.”

“You sound like Benny,” you scoff, tilting your head back now, until it’s resting on his shoulder. “I don’t wanna meditate.”

He has the perfect view of your throat now, and he can’t resist, his hand changing course, moving back up your shoulder, across your chest until it rests right in the hollow of your throat. Your breath hitches when he drags two fingers up, up, up, the curve of your chin and the soft pillow of your lower lip.

“What do you want, baby?” he asks.

“I want…” you start, but trail off, your words falling silent as you press a kiss of your own to the pads of his fingers. It’s his turn to shiver.

“You just have to ask,” he says, voice dropping low. It’s a game, between you. Sometimes it’s like this, drawn-out touches and lingering responses, heat climbing like someone’s slowly turning the temperature up. Other times it’s hurried, ripped clothes and clashing teeth. It gets him hard as a rock either way. And tonight is no exception. He’s tried to be a gentleman, his hard cock tucked into the waistband of his boxers, used up all the restraint he has not rolling his hips into your ass.

“Distract me, Frankie,” you say, the words spoken against his fingertips. You tip your head back further, gripping his wrist until you lock eyes with him, pushing the digits past your lips, curling your tongue around and sucking.

His restraint shatters.

You’re both strung out. He knows it, you know it. It’s been a long week, a strange mix of sleepless nights, quick fucks in the shower, and on Wednesday, you climbed in his lap and rode him till you both came, the hockey game blaring in the background. He’d tried to coax you to the bedroom but you refused.

“Just wanna lay here with you.”

Both his hands move to your hips in a flash, hiking his t-shirt around your waist, the fabric twisted between his knuckles. You push back against him harder now, your hands reaching down to curl around the windowsill, your head turned to look at him over your shoulder, eyes blown black with lust, a wicked grin on your mouth.

He gives you one in kind, hands moving from your hips to your ass, spreading you wide before one hand flashes out, delivering a sharp smack to one cheek. You let out a little gasp, your eyes fluttering shut, and his restraint is completely gone now. Frankie reaches down, pushing his boxers past his hips, barely noticing if the fall past his knees or not. He takes himself in hand, smacking the length of his cock against the curve of your ass a few times before using a foot to kick your legs wider, lining himself up and sinking into you.

The sigh that falls out of you as he presses inside is nothing short of euphoric, your back arching, putting a bit of space between your back and his chest, but it’s perfect. Enough for him to reach up with one hand, curl your hair around his fist and yank, eyes grazing every inch of your body, soaked in moonlight flooding through the window. Enough for you to reach a hand back and grip his hip, a quiet fuck yes, Frankie falling out of you as he starts to move.

It’s slow. He takes his time, letting his cock slide against every nerve in your body, his breath hitching at the way you tighten around him, your cunt sucking him in with every thrust. His free hand roams your body, squeezing at any piece of skin he can manage, dropping his head to line kisses up your spine.

After a while, he grabs hold of you and turns, keeping himself deep in you, pushing you back towards the bed, moving with you as he lays you out flat. He covers your body with his, elbows propped either side of your head. It’s impossibly tighter, impossibly deeper as your legs spread wide to accommodate him, fists curling in the sheets. He buries his face in the back of your neck, your orgasm drawing nearer with the way you’re so fucking tight, baby, oh my god, you’re so fucking tight.

You cum with a quiet shout and he follows suit, spilling himself deep, groaning loudly against your shoulder blade as his body quakes. It’s a while before you’ve both caught your breath, before he rolls off of you, both of you groaning in protest as he slips out of you. Both of your bodies sticky with sweat and slick and cum, and Frankie goes to make for the bathroom, but you catch his arm blearily, yanking him back down onto the bed beside you, slinging your arm around his stomach.

“Not yet,” you whisper, your voice hoarse and a satisfied grin on your face. “I just wanna lay here with you.”

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[thecrusadercomrade]

Very Important Announcement

As of tonight, I have come to a very important decision regarding my works: I will be orphaning all of my shipping/romance stories.

Some of you may have seen this coming with the other decisions I've made in the last few months, but I imagine most of you are very shocked by this, so please let me explain.

For a long time now, I've had a growing distaste for the focus I've put on ship fics and romance in the past. Even with me now writing non-romance fics, they are still vastly outnumbered by the fics that do have romance as a major component. Looking at my account statistics, the vast majority of the numbers in every category are mostly from ship fics. This domination is not the way I want my account to go, and it's not the identity I want to have as a writer. Thus, in order to "rebrand" myself as a non-romance writer and fully change direction, I will be orphaning all my stories that have romance as a major component, including my Amphibia and TGAMM oneshot collections. Through this I will have a fresh start without having to move to a new account.

Keep in mind that I am merely orphaning these works, not deleting them! Though I'm not very satisfied with them anymore, I know many people have loved them, and I don't want to just completely erase them from existence just because I don't like them anymore. By orphaning these works, people will still be able to read them, and they won't be lost to the void, so there's no need to fear that. When orphaning works, there's also an option to attach my name/pseud to the works even though they're not on my account anymore, which I'll be using to help avoid confusion when people see that they've been orphaned.

This is an absolutely huge step, and it's not one I take lightly. I've thought about this for a long time, and I've decided that it's the best way for me to be happy with my writing going forward. All of my ongoing fics, like The Long Road Home, Two's a Crowd, my TWDG What-If collection, and To Continue On will all be unaffected by this change, so fans of those works have no reason to worry about them.

Thank you all for your patience with me over these last few months. I've been going through a lot of changes in my personal life, and this is a really big milestone that I'm glad I've finally become brave enough to reach, even if I'm still a little worried about how people will react. I hope you'll all be understanding, and that those of you who are fans of my current ongoing stories will continue to be fans despite this upheaval.

Thank you very much for reading this, and for all your support over the years I've been writing. I hope you'll be with me for many more to come.

#CrusaderLife #CrusaderWriting #all the names that follow are works that will be orphaned #Cell Dates #Tactical Affection-Giving and Other Short Amphibia Oneshots #Ghost Stories: a Molly McGee Anthology of Short Oneshots #Competitive Spirit #A Most Peculiar Coven #The One Where Marcy Is NOT Okay With This (Until She Is) #Faux Pas #My TWDG October Challenge Prompt Responses #The Long Road Home (Old Version) #For You #Bent Not Broken #A Stolen Moment #Amphibia Skulls

[thefoxinboots]

My piece for the Templartations Exchange 2022 - for the wonderful @enigmalea ♥

#solas #cullen rutherford #cullen rutherford/solas #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #skyhold library #a stolen moment #fanart #rarepair #rare pair #fox draws #thefoxinboots #templartations exchange #hangedmandisc

[quecksilvereyes]

oh my god do not click links in emails that tell you to verify your data or your bank account gets locked or click links in messages telling you your safety protocol is ending, like, tomorrow, you will get SCAMMED SO BAD AND YOU WILL LOSE A LOT OF FUCKING MONEY never ever let anyone pressure you into giving away login information especially to your online banking by creating a sense of urgency oh my GOD

some things to look out for

1. spelling mistakes. do you know how many rounds of marketing and sales experts these things go through? if theres a spelling mistake dont click it

2. not using your name. if an email adresses you with "dear customer" or, even worse, a generic "ladies and gentlemen", it is most likely not actually targeted to you

3. verifying or login links. even IF your bank was stupid enough to send these to customers, dont EVER click those. look at me. they can legally argue that youve given your data away and thus they dont have to pay you anything back DONT CLICK THAT FUCKING LINK

4. creating a sense of urgency. do this or we lock your account next week. do this or your ebanking stops working tomorrow. give us all your money in cash or your beloved granddaughter will get HANGED FOR MURDERING BABIES. no serious organisation would ever do something like that over email or sms. ever. hands off.

5. ALWAYS CHECK WHO SENT YOU THE EMAIL. the display name and the email adress can vary a LOT. anyone can check the display name. look at the email adress. does it look weird? call the fucking place it says its from. you will likely hear a very weary sigh.

6. if its in a phonecall, scammers love preventing you from hanging up or talking to other people to have a little bit of a think about whats happening. there should always be a possibility to go hey i wanna think about this ill call back the official number thanks.

7. do not, i repeat, do NOT a) call a phone number flashing on your screen promising to rid your computer of viruses after clicking a dodgy link and b) let them install shit on your computer like. uh. idk. teamviewer.

7.i. TEAM VIEWER LETS PEOPLE USE YOUR COMPUTER HOWEVER THEY WANT AS LONG AS THEYRE CONNECTED. IF YOU DONT KNOW FOR FUCKING SURE YOURE TALKING TO ACTUAL TECH SUPPORT DONT GIVE ANYONE ACCESS TO YOUR COMPUTER.

fun little addendum: did you know a link can just automatically download shit? like. a virus? an app you can't uninstall unless you reset your entire device? dont click links unless youre extremely sure you know where they lead. hover your mouse over it and check the url.

thanks.

#inspired by a customer who had 10 THOUSAND euros stolen bc they clicked a dodgy link and then entered their info #'oh i was so stressed in the moment' thats what theyre counting on PLEASE dont do this you will lose so much money #sometimes money you dont even have #do you know how much overdraft your bank account comes with? #sometimes the answer is 15k fucking euros

[may12324]

The little bird and the hag - Suren and Bogdana

#the stolen heir #suren #bogdana #tfota #the cruel prince #wren #my art #i ended up not liking this artwork for some reason #maybe suren looks weird? #bogdana looks great yes i love her #i dont know #i think im just bored of art and drawing at the moment #scissors as symbolism *sparkle sparkle* #holly black #queen suren

[phd-in-bears]

Monarchies are only fun in fiction. But overthrowing a monarchy in real life could be very fun

#uk politics #king charles news #bbc #england #english politics #we should have stolen all our stuff back from the museum when they werent looking #princess diana #kate middleton #camilla #charles #king #queen #down with the monarchy #i was secretly hoping King Arthur would come back at that moment #could you imagine #uk #politics #uk police #scotland

[andthebeanstalk]

Hey anyone else remember the episode of Adventure Time called "Evergreen" where it's revealed that the original bearer of the crown to whom it was "forever linked" was actually a neglected child (and prior reincarnation of Finn) named Gunter trying to be like his wizard father?? Anyone??? Because I had fully forgotten until re-watching the episode last night and I'm losing my mind about the implications.

(This episode is also a devastating look at how a mistreated child unconsciously learns that he must treat himself and those he has power over as cruelly as he has been treated. Adventure Time has so much sadness and madness, y'all.)

#original #at #adventure time #Finn the Human #Evergreen Adventure Time #Gunter adventure time #simon petrikov #Evergreen the wizard makes the crown to stop the Lich comet against the advisement of every other Elemental #Evergreen looks a lot like the Ice King but the twist is that his servant / son Gunther ends up having to use the crown to stop the comet #but since the crown grants the user's truest wish and Gunter's wish is to be like Evergreen #instead of saving all life Gunter becomes a crazed parody of his cruel father and ostensibly dies moments later from the comet #so now whoever bears the crown is not linked back to Evergreen they are linked to a boy pretending to be Evergreen #they become a parody of a parody #and now it's happened again but Simon has the choice to be a better father than Evergreen #another Gunter has become a parody of his neglectful father. #although even Ice King was not as cruel as Evergreen. nor this Gunter as innocent. I'm excited for the next episode of fionna and cake #fionna and cake #also the gemstones are eyeballs stolen from a lava elephant that looks like tree trunks #tree trunks #I think there's a good chance that elephant is still alive and wants its eyes back #also the Thematic implications of the name Evergreen matter a lot to me

[starrynightsxo]

"Cardan looks taken aback. Or possibly I spoke so fast he's not even sure what I said. 'You need not say it out of pity,' he says finally, with great deliberateness. 'Or because I was under a curse. I have asked you to lie to me in the past, in this very room, but I would beg you not to lie now.'"

- Cardan Greenbriar, The Queen of Nothing

#my baby boy 😭😭😭 #i felt so bad for him in this moment #i actually love him #cardan #my man #fr #cardan greenbriar #jude x cardan #cardan x jude #bookshop #new books #bookish #tfota #the folk of the air #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #the stolen heir #the prisoners throne #tsh #tpt #tcp #judecardan #jurdan #quotes #book quotes #angst #tfota quotes #love #fictional men

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Frederic William Burton (186-1900) "The Meeting on the Turret Stairs" (1864) Watercolor and gouache on paper Located in the National Gallery of Ireland, Dublin, Ireland The painting depicts the story of Hellelil, who fell in love with her personal guard Hildebrand. The story was taken from a medieval Danish ballad translated by the painter's friend Whitley Stokes.

#paintings #art #artwork #literary painting #forbidden love #frederic william burton #watercolor #watercolour #gouache on paper #museum #art gallery #history #star crossed lovers #costume #costumes #blue dress #knight #love #stolen moments #devotion #1860s #mid 1800s #mid 19th century #aesthetic #aesthetics #longing #yearning #1k #2k

[yardsards]

merle and lucretia's friendship is so very good and extremely underrated. like during the lunar interludes but especially during stolen century. the way merle spent their last night on their home plane making sure lucretia was safe at the bar, the way clint always seems to jump at the chance to bring lucretia along for whatever merle's doing that cycle, the little talk when she's still quiet and shy but he tells her he thinks she could make a great leader. i love this crunchy dad trying to gently convince this quiet little perfectionist to come out of her shell, and her reciprocating that friendship in her own way.

#eliot posts #taz #taz balance #the adventure zone #lucretia #lucretia taz #merle highchurch #looking through the stolen century transcripts there are also just like. so many good small moments #like the throwaway line about her bringing him herbal tea to help with his memory problems #or her being the only one to keep his crappy gifts from the beach year

[delzinrowe]

THE OFFICE BUT MAKE IT JJK

#yeah guys so... i did something #i made this on a whim btw because I wanted to watch silly little jjk moments with funny the office music #so I made one #and I couldn't find a video like this anywhere #excuse the ugly watermark but I worked on this for HOURS #and I am so very fucking proud of it #and for once I don't want anything of mine being stolen and claimed as someone else's work #this is 100% mine and I love it #enjoy #ipost #Jujutsu Kaisen #JJK #dailyanime #anisource #shounenedit #jjkedit #hyeahjujutsu #the office #the office but make it jujutsu kaisen #my condolences for the nanami frame being too short tho I tried to keep it according to the original but I fucked up there #ANYWAYS #HERE

[tequiilasunriise]

I am so in love with this volume because I am so in love with the way Blake Belladonna is finally allowing herself to love Yang, you feel me?

Blake has always had this love fer Yang, we all watched their slowburn unfold over several volumes, but she kept this love close to her heart and only let that affection slip through cracks of her walls and/or during dire life or death situations. The simple, domestic, everyday ways to express love? Holding hands just because and softer words spoken freely and casually? Blake couldn’t do it because she was still afraid.

Afraid to hurt Yang and scare her away with her affections, because she had hurt Yang so much already and couldn’t bear to risk burdening her even more. She had left, she had abandoned the one person who she trusted most, and she had to prove she was staying for good this time. They still had to repair their friendship first and foremost.

Afraid to be the one hurting for exposing herself, because love had burned her once so throughly before. She trusts Yang with her life, but that haunting nightmare that is Adam makes it hard fer her to trust the brightest thing in her life with her heart. Blake had to overcome the bullish knife hanging over her head before she could be in another relationship.

And then when these issues were slowly getting resolved, Blake still held back. Sure, there were more tender moments between them, but they were more brief and far between. Blake was still holding back because this slowburn slowdance was all she knew when it came to Yang. They had to focus on the threat of Salem, of Atlas falling, of all that. It was better to play it safe, now was still not the right time.

But then? But then Blake watched Yang die, and suddenly all those cautious moments of ‘playing it safe’ racked up to an indescribable amount of missed opportunities and regret. Suddenly waiting all this time for the ‘right’ time didnt matter at all anymore because Blake completely ran out of any time.

Blake isn’t going to hold back anymore, she’s finally comfortable enough to be who she always was deep down under those trauma walls, this openly affectionate silly goofy little book nerd who just wants to make her beloved smile, and she’s going to absolutely s h o w e r Yang with flirty tones and dumb jokes and longing touches and be such a dorky romantic because she doesn’t want to waste anymore time. As Weiss spoke fer all of us, it’s, “About time”. The ‘right’ time is right the fuck now screw that ‘not concerned with sands of time’ bullshit she wants to kiss this stupid pretty face and she WILL let Yang know. I think about Blake this volume and I’m just SO PROUD OF HER. Nothing like a little taste of death to push a slowburn along, huh? Seriously though, witnessing Blake’s arc come full circle to open up and be the person she once was before Adam crushed her into taking up as little space as possible, before she deemed herself as nothing but a coward and a fool, seeing her laugh and smile openly and shoot every damn shot she can- it’s so, so damn good.

Anyways, I am also in love with Yang Xiao Long having no idea how to handle Blake being incredibly openly in love with her. 10/10 watching experience, truly.

#those fanfics that had Blake being a smooth flirt are O U T. Canon silly goofy dorky romantic Blake Belladonna is IN #shes so in love she cant contain it anymore she can hardly even LOOK at Yang without those soft eyes and gentle touches #she keeps having these brief soft moments of physical contact with Yang and its DRIVING ME NUTS #stolen moments of sunshine bc shes so drawn to yang she cant stop herself from indulging even if its a quick little touch im so fucken ill #lord save me im so ill IM SOOOO IIILLLLLL #GODS. GODS IM HAVING SUCH BIG FEELINGS OVER BLAKE BELLADONNA RN. #rwby #bumbleby #bumbleby bumblebabes #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #rwby spoilers #rwby v9

[guardian-angle22]

911: Lone Star S4 E14 | The Case of the Stolen Pudding Cup -> The Crime Exposed

#911 lone star #911lsedit #paul strickland #tk strand #carlos reyes #mateo chavez #marjan marwani #nancy gillian #this scene deserves multiple sets #carlos' face in the third gif tho... when i saw it i died so i had to zoom in and have a gif just for that🤣 #paul in this scene is absolutely fucking hilarious #his face in the 2nd to last one #TREACHERY! tattoo this on my soul #I'm pretty sure when I was rewatching there was a moment where you can hear one of the cast laughing at brian and it snuck in there lol #tw: food #The Case of the Stolen Pudding Cup #long post #my gifs #episode: s04e14 tongues out

[leclercari]

now why would you do this to me

#i've been staring into space for 20 minutes. how dare you say this #red white and royal blue #rwrb #i feel like this specific footage being leaked is kind of the movie's equivalent to what we didn't really see with the emails #as in it's such an incredibly intimate moment that gets stolen from them

[bittenbyyou]

Stolen Moments

High School!AU | MCU!Peter Parker x Best Friend!Reader

genre: fluff

description: You and Peter’s first kiss didn’t go the way you planned.

word count: 2.6k

warnings: references to Spider-Man: Far From Home, Peter not knowing any fairytales/Disney princesses and being a lovable dork

a/n: Another snippet based on real life events of how my bf and i got together lol. Enjoy the fluff and please feel free to let me know if you liked it!

One thing you loved most about your best friend was his inability to remember classic fairy tales. No matter how many times you summarized them, Peter would find a way to botch it every single time. Even going so far as to invent alternative story lines, which never failed to crack you up. You would tease him endlessly for it, but then he’d grill you for having never watched Star Wars or any of the Harry Potter movies. That’s what we’d call balance in your friendship.

“Fairy tale pop quiz!” Peter groaned dramatically as he plopped down on his couch, phone in hand with your big grinning face on FaceTime. 

“Not fairy tales… anything but those. They’re my weakness,” he whined. You laid on your side in bed, giggling.

“The great Peter Parker who’s in band, robotics, and the decathlon can’t recall a few simple fairy tales?”

“Well, I actually quit those,” he shared, ruffling the back of his hair with a sheepish grin. Your face fell, eyes wide and concerned. 

“Wait, when? Why?”

It’s not like Peter could tell you he was Spider-Man even though he really, really wanted to. The less you knew, the better. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if anything happened to you.

“I’m really busy.”

“Stark Internship?”

His eyes lit up when you gave him a reason. “Right, yes!” 

Thank god for your incredible memory. “Makes sense. It’s been a while since we’ve even FaceTimed each other. You’re usually so busy at night.”

He saw the way your lips pouted as your crestfallen eyes looked away from the camera, making his chest feel tight. “I miss you too.”

Your gaze flickered back up to meet his own. Peter gulped, wondering if he sounded too emotional. Too affectionate. Too… obvious.

“Touché, Parker,” you said, rolling onto your back. “Okay, no more stalling. Tell me… which fairy tale princess ate the poison apple?”

Peter shut his eyes tight, thinking carefully. You both went to LegoLand one time and there was a display case that had the poison apple. You had asked him the same question then, pointing at the apple excitedly.

“Before we’re old would be nice,” you teased. Peter lifted up his index finger and shushed you. 

“Hold on, I got it,” His eyes fluttered open after remembering there was a small sign next to the poison apple display. “Little Mermaid.”

“Why would The Little Mermaid eat a poisonous apple?!” You bursted out into laughter at his confidence. “Dude, you said the same thing back when we went to LegoLand. The sign was in the wrong spot.”

“Darn it,” he muttered with a snap of his fingers. 

“I’ll give you a hint. Weather.”

“... Tornadoes?”

“What princess has “tornado” in her name?!” you exclaimed, trying your best not to wheeze. Peter couldn’t help but join in the laughter, knowing he was making a fool of himself. 

“You snorted,” he said in a taunting voice. “Gross.”

“Shut up, you love it.”

It’s true. He loved your laugh. Mostly because you always laughed with your whole body and sometimes would keel over. Even in public. In fact, you were probably about to fall off your bed right this second because your face suddenly became blurry and shaky. 

“Did you almost fall?” 

You successfully caught yourself and your phone before it fell on your face. “No,” you readjusted your position and cleared your throat, “Try again. It’s cold weather.”

“It can’t be Frozen… I think I’d remember that. You’ve never said anything about an apple in Mulan the many times you’ve told me her story…” You nodded many times, appreciating the fact he remembered your love for Mulan. You saw how his brows furrowed in concentration, loving how serious he was taking this. “Snow White.”

“Good j—”

“Oh!” he shouted all of a sudden, almost giving you a heart attack. “She’s the one with the seven smurfs, right?!”

Oh Peter Parker….  You’re the cutest human alive, you thought. 

Another wave of laughter overcame you, which intensified tenfold once you saw the big dumb smile on Peter’s face. The boy really thought he got it right.

“No… honey, they’re dwarfs,” you said once the laughter subsided.

“... Same thing,” he said, followed by a shrug. “I knew that.”

“Oh, we’re in for a long night. How about Jack and the Beanstalk?” That one should be easy.

“Ooh! Um… wait, I got it, quit laughing, I haven't even started,” he said, chuckling at how you placed a hand on your mouth to refrain from laughing more. “A guy sells a dog or cow or sheep for beans that grow into a big bean stalk and climbs up there and I think there’s a giant in the clouds? I don’t know.”

“I like how you completely disregarded the part where he was persuaded to sell his animal for magical beans, but okay. Pretty good.” You gave him a wink, which he returned. 

“Told you I’m good at this.”

“Uh huh. Last one.”

Peter gave you a nod. “Go for it.”

“Cinderella.”

“Easy. She’s the one with long hair, with the glass shoes that’s supposed to be a perfect fit but somehow falls off and I think the guy uses her hair to find her and climb the castle before midnight when some magic wears off…”

You didn’t have enough energy to laugh and risk your abs becoming a liability, so you opted for parting your lips open slightly, shocked at how someone could be so, so wrong. 

“I think there’s some sisters or step sisters in it too!” he added, giving himself a pat on the back. “Nailed it.”

“Quite the opposite,” you said, shaking your head. “I love your dumbass sometimes.”

He knew you were using the word as a term of endearment, so it made him smile. He loved you too. So much. 

“What’s occupying all that headspace of yours these days that you can never remember the stories?” you teased. 

You are… and Spider-Man, Peter thought to himself. 

"Oh you know, there's an ongoing battle between my inner monologue and my stomach's incessant cravings for Aunt May's chocolate chip cookies. Spoiler alert: the cookies usually win."

“Oh my gosh, her cookies are the best.”

“Right?”

You both laid on your sides, a comforting silence blanketing the two of you for a few seconds. 

“So um…” you started to say, a twinge of nervousness in your voice. “Because your knowledge on Cinderella is so—”

“Awesome?”

“Awful,” you corrected, smiling at his lame joke. “I was wondering if you wanted to go see the school play this Friday. They’re performing Cinderella.”

Peter sat up from his couch. “You mean, you and me, g-going together?”

“Yeah. MJ didn’t want to go because seeing a damsel in distress who solely relies on a man saving her kills her vibe.” Peter chuckled at that. “Are you and Ned doing anything?”

“No.”

“Oh good,” You paused. “You can invite him to come too!”

Oh. 

Peter hid his disappointment by placing his phone down on the couch for a split second, gathering his thoughts. Why was he assuming that this was a date? Of course you’d ask Ned to come too. He was so silly.

“Peter?” you said. “Peter~, are you still there?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m here.” He picked up the phone and gave you a thumbs up. “I’ll go. And I’ll ask Ned about it.”

“Cool. See ya then. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Peter was so nervous. Which he knew was ridiculous because this was not a date, yet he spent hours picking out an outfit. What does one even wear to a school play anyway? In the end, he slipped on a white button-up with some jeans and headed to the school. 

He saw you standing by the front doors, wearing a pretty blouse and shorts. Simple but cute nonetheless. You always looked pretty to him. 

“Hey! Sorry I’m late,” Peter said while running up the steps to get to you. “Were you waiting long?”

You shook your head. “Not at all. The play starts in five minutes, so you made it on time.”

“Good. Good…” Now that he was up close, Peter noticed how you styled your hair differently from what you usually did. “Did you do something to your hair?”

“Yeah… is it weird?”

Peter shook his head rapidly. “No, you look good.”

“Just good?”

“Great. Spectacular. Fantastic,” he said with exploding hand motions.

You giggled. “Okay Mr. Thesaurus. Where’s Ned?”

“Ned told me he didn’t want to go.” Which Peter was secretly thankful for, but he’d never let you know that.

“Okay. Then it’ll just be us two. Let’s go.”

The two of you walked to the front doors and you didn’t miss how Peter practically ran in front of you just to open it first. You thanked him and then made your way to the school’s auditorium. Peter always suggested sitting in the back, claiming it had the best view but in reality, it’d be the easiest for him to slip away if duty called.

You did notice his backpack, finding it slightly odd he brought it to school after hours. However, you didn’t think too much of it because Peter always carried a backpack. It was handy when the two of you hung out at the mall and snuck in snacks into the movie theater or when you accidentally bought too much stuff at Target after claiming you only needed one thing.

“I bet Betty is going to look so beautiful. She’s Cinderella,” you said as you sat down on Peter’s left side. 

You’re beautiful. 

“Really? And Ned’s not the prince? I wonder how he feels about that.”

“Oh, they broke up,” you informed him. “I found out yesterday.”

“What? Dang, we could’ve had a double date,” he joked, testing the waters with you. You playfully smacked his arm. 

“In your dreams.”

The lights soon dimmed, letting you and Peter know the play was about to begin. Honestly, the play was far more entertaining than expected because it turned out to be a parody of Cinderella, much to your horror. Peter was relishing at how upset you were, whispering to him every few minutes on how the story “wasn’t accurate.” Honestly, it was super adorable seeing you so worked up.

You leaned close to Peter’s ear, causing his breath to hitch. “This is so ridiculous. It’s supposed to be a pumpkin carriage, not pumpkin pie.”

“... There’s supposed to be a carriage?” he whispered back. 

“See, this play is tainting your mind.”

“But you can’t tell me you’re not enjoying it.”

“It is pretty funny,” you admitted, noticing his arm on your shared armrest. You were about to place your hand on top of his when Nick Fury’s stern voice echoed loudly in his ear.

“Parker. Are you in position?”

“No,” Peter said loud enough for you to hear. You immediately retracted your hand and Peter realized what you were about to do. 

“No…?” you said softly. The look of hurt in your eyes made Peter panic.

“And why the hell not?” Nick Fury interrogated. Peter slapped his ear/earpiece to shut it up. 

“I-I didn’t mean that. Um… I need to go to the restroom.”

“You okay?”

“I’m…” His mind raced for an excuse. “I’m feeling sick, um, I ate dairy and you know I’m lactose intolerant and all that.” He got out of his seat awkwardly, your eyes never leaving him. It pained him to see you so worried. “Oof, I’m feeling it now. Gonna be a while.”

He held onto his stomach to make for a convincing act. 

“Okay. Feel better.”

He apologized to you and then ran out of the auditorium.

“Parker, you better be on your way,” Fury’s voice warned.

“I’m coming,” Peter huffed, looking at the backside of your head one last time before disappearing. 

Peter finished his mission by the time the play had already ended. He saw you were sitting at the front of the school on the steps, so he had to go through the back and exit as if he had come from the restrooms. 

“Whoo~! That was painful,” Peter said as he approached you, hand on his stomach and backpack on his back. He let out a sharp exhale and watched your expressions to see if you were buying it. “I really shouldn’t have eaten that ice cream… I’m sorry. I left you all alone.”

“It’s okay. Betty says hi by the way.”

“Oh. Hi.” He held his hand up and waved at you as if you were Betty. That earned a chuckle from you. “I really am sorry. What did I miss?”

He took the seat next to you on the steps. “Well, it’s safe to say you’ll never learn the real story of Cinderella. Or at least the Disney version.”

“Was it that bad?”

“The worst.” 

He nudged his shoulder against yours, flashing you a warm smile. “Are you mad at me?”

“A little. I waited outside the restrooms for you, but you took so long.”

“... It really hurt my bowels. The battle was rough.”

You rolled your eyes. “Uh huh. You know what, I’ll forgive you if you can answer one thing. What’s something pretty much all the Disney princesses have in common?”

Peter pouted his lips in confusion, searching his brain for a possible answer. “They’re… girls?”

“No… they all get kissed by the end of the movie.”

“O-Oh… Oh. Oh~,” he shot you a perplexed look. “Have you… ever been kissed?”

You nodded. “Yeah. By my ex-boyfriend.” Ah, right. Peter was not fond of him at all. “What about you?”

“Me? No…” he looked down at the cement. “Not yet.”

“Didn’t you and Liz date? You guys didn’t kiss?”

He shook his head. “No. And I’d probably messed it up anyway.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Well in the movies and stuff it’s always perfectly well executed.”

You scooted a bit closer to him so that your knees would touch. “That’s only in movies. Most people’s first kiss is awkward.”

“Was yours?”

“Yeah. But I’d like to think I’m way better at it now.”

That made Peter’s eyes widen, but he still kept his gaze glued to the ground. “I-Is that so?”

“I mean… Do you want to find out?”

He finally lifted his head up to look at you. You reached your hand over, caressing the side of his face and he leaned into your touch right away. Was this a dream? Because his heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. Having his first kiss was one thing but having it with you? That’s all he ever wanted. 

“There’s no such thing as a perfectly executed first kiss. But I’d like to try to give you one if you want,” you said softly. 

“Y-Yeah… that’d be nice.” 

You smiled and leaned in closer, but Peter got too eager and pecked you on the lips first. He couldn’t help it. He’s been wanting to kiss you since forever. So yeah, it was sloppy and unplanned with zero technique. He honestly almost missed. You stared at him, too stunned to speak for a moment before your face twisted into frustration. 

“Peter!”

“What?”

“That's not how it was supposed to be! I was going to kiss you soft and sweet and slow and it was supposed to be romantic. You ruined it!”

“I’m pretty happy with it,” he said nervously. The look you gave him screamed murder. 

“Ugh. Well, that’s all you get. Your first kiss. Rushed and terrible.”

“I can live with that.”

You blushed for the first time that night and Peter had to stop himself from doing a backflip out of joy. 

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