#although they did date in middle school for a while before jerry realized he didn’t like girls at all he was having gender feels

[nanatsumu]

HIGH SCHOOL!SUKUNA x F!READER

thinking about bad boy itadori sukuna who all the kids at school try to steer clear from because they know he’s bad news and if you get involved with him then you’re bound to be tied with bad luck for as long as he lives. well, that is everyone except for the president of the student council who so happens to be his childhood best friend turned lover.

this is mostly written for my own self indulgence and to project my fantasies of having a boyfriend onto sukuna but feel free to treat this as any other headcanon! ps i am pretty sure canon sukuna would kill a baby at any given situation, but this is going to be a revamped version of sukuna written by yours truly ;) and its a high school au so sukuna won’t be a complete menace to society and will actually have a heart heh

also i didn’t realize how long this was going to be??? this is kind of all over place too because i just wanted to throw all of my thoughts onto this post so there might be some plot holes in this LOL

i feel like sukuna would be the type of bad boy who isn’t necessarily a bad boy but everyone at school just paints him as some kind of delinquent because of all the tattoos and piercings he has.

he actually shows up to school more often than you think he would (but that’s only because you’re in most of his classes so long story short: you’re his only motivation for attending class)

“forgets” to bring his work books to class more than usual (in reality he does this on purpose so he has an excuse to be near you) so he requests to sit next to you the entire class period so he can share with you for the meantime but whenever the teachers not looking he’ll go back to admiring your face.

his older twin brother, itadori yuji, is very fond of you since you three grew up together and you both had your chances of being a victim to his antics!

exhibit a: in middle school when you and yuji were watching tv together, the show you two were watching would keep switching to some wrestling match broadcasting on a sports channel and no matter how many times you turned the tv on and off, it just would not stop. but it wasn’t until you heard snickering from the kitchen that you realized sukuna had a spare remote and was the mastermind behind the whole thing.

exhibit b: sukuna and yuji’s mom was the owner of a bakery so every now and then she would have either one of the twins come deliver freshly baked pastries to your household! oh how wrong was she to trust her youngest. sukuna was now a freshman in high school, and by now you would’ve thought that sukuna would have grown out of his childish phase, but WRONG! sukuna was still a menace in your life even past childhood. so when you bit into one of the macaroons, instead of being hit with the overwhelming taste of [favorite flavor], all you could feel was the burning sensation of wasabi kicking into your tastebuds.

yeah after the whole wasabi macaroon freak accident, you stopped accepting everything sukuna offered to you and opted to only eating pastries out of the boxes that yuji delivered to you. (sukuna eventually caught onto this and was just TEENSY bit upset but he would rather down a whole tube of wasabi than to tell you upfront)

now, how did you two even end up dating??? oh boy now that is a story

you see, yours and sukuna’s dynamic growing up was similar to that of tom and jerry’s— you being jerry and sukuna being 10x worse than tom of course

but it wasn’t until a confession after school behind the cherry blossom tree that was known for bringing good luck to successful confessions that sukuna finally realized that maybe he really did like you just a little lot bit

sukuna overheard the boy who was planning on confessing to you talking to his friend group about how “sweet and caring” you are (although sukuna could argue otherwise, you were a little brat. *LIKE HELLO?!&:&:& YOU WEREN’T THE ONE WHO ATE A MACAROON FILLED WASABI**) and obviously his ears perked up at the mention of your name. he grew up with you after all so naturally he would be interested in a conversation that revolved around you.

but then the boys started going on about how “you looked like an easy catch” and how “your body was bangin’!” yeah no, that’s where he drew the line. sure sukuna was an ass and talked shit about you most of the time (in his defense it wasn’t like he was doing it behind your back) but if he ever caught someone else talking about you like that then he would be sure to give them a hard time.

he hid behind one of the bushes near the cherry blossom tree while the boy was professing his love for you. funnily enough, for a moment sukuna forgot why he was originally there because he was too busy trying to stifle a laugh as he watched the boy stumble over his words.

“okay shows over” sukuna thought as the confession was reaching its conclusion, but just as he was about to step in and give the poor boy a piece of his mind, he stopped in his tracks when he heard you roaring with laughter.

“did you really think that i wouldn’t hear about what you and your friends said about me earlier? you’re really pathetic if you think any girl would be easy enough to fall to her knees for you because news flash! you’re a disgusting pig and you deserve to rot in hell for speaking about a girl’s worth like that.”

“it’s kind of sad too, i thought you were a nice boy and i probably would have given you a chance but it seems like you’re even worse than scum! damn it, to think there was somebody out there who’s even worse than sukuna.”

of course sukuna was not pleased to hear that last bit, but he did have a proud grin forming on his face as he watched the boy run away, flustered from your rejection and the embarrassment he was put through.

“sukuna i know you’re hiding behind the bush.”

“huh? i came here way before you got here, there’s no way you could have seen me.” he said as he stood up to his full height.

“well, your laughter isn’t exactly the quietest, plus i can spot that hair of yours from a mile away.”

lets just say, sukuna was glad you didn’t ask him what he was doing there because he wasn’t sure if he could spare the embarrassment of telling you that he was planning on ruining the confession.

after that whole fiasco happened, sukuna started to feel(!&:&::&) things

like he started to notice how you styled your hair differently one day and how you switched to a new perfume that smelled like spearmint (was that weird? for sukuna probably not. he just excuses it as being highly observant)

you weren’t dumb either, you had a feeling sukuna was there that day of the confession because he too had overheard the conversation between the boy and his friends as well (you knew he was prideful and if you brought it up then he probably would’ve denied it)

so from there on out it was just mutual pining at the point except... well.... not really??

i feel like it was just an unspoken agreement between you two that you guys were “together” but not “together together” because he started to treat you differently than he would before. like for example, he’d carry your bag for you whenever you guys would walk home (yuji was confused by this at first because if anything, it would have made more sense to see sukuna make you carry HIS bag, but he eventually caught on to sukuna’s feelings for you because they were twin brothers after all), he started walking you to class more often even though his class was all the way on the other side of the school (you asked him why but he just shrugged and said he was just “killing time” so that he wouldn’t have to go to class and then you ended up scolding him), and there was also that one time you miraculously found a $20 bill in your backpack after mentioning to sukuna that there was this cute top you saw at the mall the other day but didn’t have enough money at the time to purchase it (you asked him about this but he said it was probably yuji, but you didn’t want to pry any further since you wanted to cherish the fact that sukuna cared that much)

but eventually you got sick of this whole push and pull game that you physically had to tug the collar of his school uniform and pull him in for a kiss (he was visibly shocked at this because he never would’ve imagined you as the assertive type. not that he was complaining though)

“oya? didn’t think you liked me this much kitten.” he said laughing while you rolled your eyes.

“as if, i got tired of you being a wuss so one of us had to wear the pants in the relationship.” you snorted, causing him to irk.

to be honest, your relationship with him is smooth sailing because you both were pretty chill people and you didn’t have to worry about him sneaking behind your back to see other girls because 1. literally all the girls at school are terrified of him and 2. he knew what you were capable of doing to him if you were to ever catch him cheating on you so he wants to stay on your good side

jealous and possessive don’t exist in his dictionary because he is the epitome of those two words. remember what i said about how your relationship is smooth sailing? i kinda lied.

he’s easily jealous like for example: when you were in english class and the teacher had you guys jot down some notes, you realized you forgot to ask for your pencil back when you lent it to your friend last period.

so you asked sukuna to borrow a pencil but instead of giving you a pencil, he called you an idiot for being so forgetful.

this makes you mad so you turn to your male classmate since he was sitting on your opposite side and ask him for a pencil instead.

sukuna was practically fuming the entire class period and once the day ended and you two were back at your place, he made sure to mark you real good. (oh he also went out to buy a pack of mechanical pencils to sneak into your backpack so that next time you forget your pencils, you’ll have 10 extra pencils sitting in your backpack as backup)

he’s not a big fan of pda in public, but on the chances he will show some of it, the most he will do is wrap an arm around your shoulder or waist whenever some dude is trying to hit on you.

BUT IN PRIVATE? better buckle up because your in for a ride wink wink

really likes putting hickeys on you to a fault! but will never put any visible ones on your neck because he doesn’t want your parents to view him as some kind of animal (but he has nothing to worry about because your parents really like him and are grateful for the fact that he’s very loyal to you, and you guys grew up together so it’s only natural that your parents are accepting of him since they already know he has a good heart underneath that tough facade of his)

oh, and yuji starts learning how to knock whenever you come over (or shuts himself in his room for the meantime if he thinks it’s unsafe to step out of his room) because chances are, you’re probably making out with sukuna in his room or smth.

now onto the spicy stuff

when you and sukuna first started dating, the first thing you told him was that you weren’t ready to have sex yet because you were nervous and sukuna understood and told you that he was willing to wait for whenever you were ready.

but when you were ready though, it was kind of spontaneous and you weren’t even wearing a matching pair of bra and underwear that day

you two were chilling in your room watching some stupid (according to sukuna) animal documentary when suddenly you felt his hand on your thigh

dating sukuna and all, it was normal for him to have his hands on some part of your body (whether it be your thigh or your waist) while you two were in bed.

but you were feeling a bit bolder HORNEE than usual so you began to leave a hot trail of kisses starting from his jaw all the way down to his neck.

sukuna obviously got the memo but before those kisses could escalate into something more daring, he asked you once more if you were completely sure you wanted to do it and once you gave him the green light, he was quick to tug his shirt over his head and pounce on you.

he started getting really into it though and accidentally bit your thigh which made you loose your high and scold him for it, but he let out a hearty laugh and muttered a quick apology before getting back into business

sike i lied, remember what i said about it being spontaneous? yeah, you technically didn’t loose your virginity to him that day because after he finished prepping you, you both came to a realization that you didn’t have a condom.

oh well, there’s always next time!

i think sukuna is a sucker for pet names: his favorite thing to call you is either kitten or princess and that’s it LOL he finds calling you baby or babe is a bit too cheesy for him

but he likes it when you call him baby or babe ;)

date nights consist of either staying in and cuddling in his room, going out for a walk at night (but very very late though. there’s still lamp posts that guide your way through the streets but it gives you the heebie jeebies to be out walking outside so late. sukuna always reminds you that nothing bad will happen as long as he’s right by your side), or just spending time with you and your families.

but if you’re really down to do it, he’ll probably initiate a make out session that’ll lead to y’all fucking one way or another (he only ever does it if he is 100% sure that you’re feeling it because he knows you get easily embarrassed if he asks you straight up)

(this part is mainly written for me because i love the idea of sukuna being over at family functions, but it can be applied as part of the general hc heh) if you took him to any of your family functions as your plus one for the first time, all the aunts and uncles would be a bit wary of him at first due to all of the tattoos and piercings he has (sukuna swears he has never felt so self conscious before) but after they strike up a conversation with him and find out that he’s actually a good guy who knows what he wants to do in the future and is very loyal to you, they start to like him more.

your little cousins adore him and love it when he comes over because sukuna is a very tall high schooler which makes him the perfect candidate as a monkey bar

so when you noticed that all the little ones started to climb on his body and mess around with his hair, you were quick to react because you knew your boyfriend was easily irritable which prompted you to think he hated kids

but there was nothing to worry about because when you saw him playing around with them and even crack a smile, you felt your heart grow fuzzy at the sight and you knew right then and there that you wanted to stick by sukuna’s side for the rest of your life

and in the unfortunate circumstances that sukuna is too busy to make it to one of your functions, the first thing everyone asks is “where’s your boyfriend?” or “where’s ‘kuna? i wanna play with him!”

so you have to facetime him and let him know that everyone is wondering where he is (your phone is dead by the end of the night because after the adults get their turn at saying hi to your boyfriend, the kids snatch your phone and end up talking to him for the rest of the night)

but in conclusion, everyone is waiting for the day he gets on one knee to propose to you and your parents are itching to get to get call sukuna their son-in-law :))

also don’t forget that your parents want two grandchildren: one boy and one girl!

#sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff #sukuna hc #ryomensukuna #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen hc #jjk hc #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #anime #anime fanfic #jjk

[werezmastarbucks]

coming back was a mistake!

the reader bonds with kai over their shared dislike of mystic falls

previous part

word count: 3912

music: tomorrow never came by lana del rey

warnings: delena wedding

Kai leaned over Caroline, almost touching her ear with his nose. Nobody had any idea how a mortal witch boy was still capable on sneaking on vampires, but there they were. Caroline nearly hopped out of her pants when he started talking,

“So, what’s the deal with the pretty one?”

“God dammit! What is wrong with you?!”

Kai put on his patient face and waited until Caroline snapped out of her manic episode. He could never understand why it’s so hard to get over their indignation every time he was around, and just answer his questions.

“Is she, like, insane?”

The blonde vampire narrowed her eyes almost vengefully.

“Who?!”

“The pretty one, Y/N”.

“What do you want with her?” Caroline snapped.

“Are you okay? Have you hit your head today?”

“I don’t have time for this”, Forbes brushed him away with her hand. She was dreaming about leaving this house as soon as possible. “Stay away from her”.

If she was a bit nicer, Kai would tell her it was too late, and that he was almost as good as the second base.

He wandered around the mansion until he found Elena. And approached her with the same question. This one had a slightly longer fuse. Where Caroline raged and started spitting atrocities, Elena would usually get worried out of her little mind about everyone.

“What’s the deal with Y/N?”

There we go. The nervous glint in her dark eyes. Oooh, how does Kai know about her? Oh my god, what has he done this time? Etc.

“Why?”

“Saw her talk to herself”.

Elena sniffed angrily.

“Where?”

Kai was honestly getting tired of them all.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m just curious“.

“That’s none of your business, Kai”.

“She’s also super secretive about why she only comes back once a year. Maybe I’m reading too deep into it, but I find it cryptic”, he smirked. Elena sighed.

“You just sound like you’re very bored. Find another source of entertainment”.

“I don’t want to. I like this one”.

Elena looked carefully at the witch. She already knew that look, although it hasn’t been too long for her studying Malachai. But this look said everything. He made his mind up. She shifted uncomfortably.

“Leave her alone. Please?”

Kai looked down on the brunette, frowning with a grin.

“I’m not gonna hurt her. You think I’m some kind of creep?”

He couldn’t hold back a chuckle. Elena rolled her eyes.

Damon entered the living room.

“You ready, Bastinda?” he asked, looking extremely bored. Kai nodded, playing along as if he was even mildly entertained by his neverending nickname spitting fountain or irony. Everybody had to pretend they find Damon witty, otherwise he’d get upset. That was one of the things that apalled Kai the most, why everyone was so worried about the fragile nature of this big idiot boy.

Just before they started the spell, he sensed his sister, as Damon’s head snapped towards the door. The vampire ears detected her angry footsteps, too. Too bad the vampires underestimate the famous Parker rage.

You only realized your phone was left at the Grill when the morning came.

Cursing, worried and hungover, you drove there, a bit blinded by the sunlight. August did not have mercy on anyone.

It was bad enough your head was spinning. While Jerry the bartender who was still alive went to the DJ booth to ask around about your loss, you sat at the counter, sucking on water with lemon, and looked around. Everything appeared completely normal. You wondered if people remembered what had happened to them last night. Whether anybody got hurt. You were so dizzy on the new weird feeling of closeness, you were borderline indifferent. You even asked yourself if Kai the witch boy did something to you to knock you a little but out. Being here, you can expect anything.

The kissing part was good though, and overall, he was good. It felt good.

Jerry returned, shrugging.

“He says some guy came and picked it up this morning”.

“Crap”, you groaned. “Which guy? Tall and dark?”

Jerry smirked like an asshole.

“Everybody here is tall and dark, but yeah”.

You couldn’t have come up with a better description of this wretched place.

Where to look for him now? The Salvatores seem to know him. Can as well begin from there. You lowered your head (carefully) and put it on the wheel. Not again. All the roads in Mystic Falls lead to the Salvatore boarding house, don’t they. You can’t go one year without any adventures. Every August, you say to yourself you’d be extra careful, not talk to anyone, not engage in anything, just sit at your house, and maybe you’ll be spared. It never works. Last year there was this werewolf invasion. The year before that, an insane witch coven that was in the middle of waging vampire genocide when you arrived. The year before that, someone slit the last Miss Mystic Falls’ throat in the park right in the middle of a juggler’s performance at the fair. This shit, every year. This town is cursed, there was no doubt about it. Now, you break your own rule, and go on a date with this witch guy, and he’s a fucking awesome storyteller, and witty as hell, and you feel something except regret and exhaustion for the first time in years, something like excitement. Like you’re waking up. And now you’re hungover, and he has your phone, and you have no idea where he is.

You started the engine and drove slowly, without a hurry, thinking, if I run out of gas before I get there, I might as well not reach them at all.

The front lawn of Damon and Stefan’s house was as green as ever, the sun blasting its deadly rays down on one slender crabtree standing aside like a shy teenager at the high school party. The big dark windows even looked friendly in the light of the day.

Leaving the car, you observed the house. It never changed throughout the years. The sound of closing the car door hurt you a little bit, but you already left your sunglasses inside.

Then you saw Elena in the window on the second floor.

She did not behave like usual. She was a vampire, and vampires don’t get scared anymore. Elena was banging her fists on the window like she was unable to break it, and yelling something you couldn’t hear. Suddenly, a loud thump came from the inside of the house, as if an elephant bumped into a wall at full speed.

The only reason Elena would be beating on the window like that was if she was locked in with magic.

Frowning, you kinda realized Kai must be inside. What has he done this time? You caught yourself thinking about him as if you’ve known him for years now. The little shittery in his eyes said it all pretty well.

Honestly, you just needed your phone.

You entered the house, pushing the unlocked door, and stood in the hallway to listen. You could now hear Elena screaming on the second floor. She was trapped like a cat in a cabinet, and rushing from wall to wall trying to get out.

Someone else was apparently throwing furniture at the walls in silent fury. That must be one of the Salvatores.

You stepped on carefully, and tried to get into the living room, when there was stumbling, and, like in an 80s slasher, Kai Parker limped out into the corridor, holding his side. His white shirt was stained with blood dripping through his fingers. The wound was very deep because the blood wouldn’t stop. However, his face had a completely normal lively color, which confused the hell out of you.

“Hey!” he called, with effort. He even waved at you with his bloodied palm.

“How are you after last night?”

You stepped to him, putting your hands on the wound, and he let go of it, placing his arms onto your shoulders. Your knees caved in a little under his weight.

“What the hell happened? Have you attacked them?”

“Me?” Kai exclaimed, “no, that’s my sister. She came, locked the vampires up there, and stabbed me, and then escaped like the little coward she is. Olivia, that is, not Joe”.

“I thought you only had one sister left”.

“Nah, I hadn’t told you the whole story”.

You both looked inside the living room where the things were just... they were just misplaced chaotically like, as the siblings fought, they were throwing armchairs around. You led Kai towards a couch and sat him there, pressing his hands into the stab wound, and stepped away towards the kitchen to look for something.

“You can heal yourself, right? You have magic now?”

“I can’t heal myself, I can only siphon life force out of someone to cater the cut. If you’re willing to sacrifice your life, I’m all down for it...” he mumbled. Walking around the turned up coffee table, you stopped, and sighed, as the old, old feeling filled you up yet again. Exhaustion, yes, that was it, the eternal Tired of doing the same thing again and again, going through this unnatural circle.

“Hey, I’m bleeding out here, babe, you wanna... uh...” Kai looked down at his wound, curious, because he, too, knew now something’s wrong. It looked like it didn’t hurt him anymore.

While you were standing over his body, laid on the floor, like a bird. His childlike lean, smooth face dead calm with his eyes open, white shirt all soaked in his bright red blood. Migraine was drilling into your temples with force. You looked back at him sitting on the couch.

“Shit”.

Kai looked back at you. He was a clever boy. Way quicker than the rest of them here. They were all wide eyes and miriads of extra questions, pacing around the room when trapped into the corner. Parker seemingly understood everything right away.

“I’m already dead, aren’t I?” he asked.

You remembered what he said last night. And it actually made your heart shrink a tiny bit.

Your hands were now clean, the ghostly blood having vanished, as all life left him. Now he was clean, too, no holes in his shirt, and he sat up straight. You knew he was slowly losing feeling in his hands and skin, too, and you hurried back to touch him before he completely forgets.

You fell down next to him heavily and took his arm, and he looked at his own fingers interlocked with yours.

“I’m dead again?” he repeated, with a little bit more irritation.

“Yeah”.

“And how do you see me? Does everyone in this town has a thing?”

You shrugged.

“I see dead people. It’s in the water, I guess. You know how they tell to never drink from creeks and stuff...”

Kai looked a little flustered. He would probably take it much worse if he was alone now.

“So, you were talking to ghosts last night?”

You pulled on his hand.

“You were stalking me?”

“Yeah, I was. I thought you were a mental patient”.

Kai threw his head back and looked in the tall window. His dark eyes turned grey as the light touched them. He looked beautiful when he was that calm.

“Damn it. What now? I have never died permanently before”.

You said,

“I don’t know. If I don’t let go of you, you will stay here forever”.

He eyed you, pondering.

“Who lives in your house?”

“My dad and grandmother”.

“And who’s on the football field?”

You shuddered on the inside. You wanted to smack him on the nose, but knew better than to assault people who have just passed and were fragile already.

“Kai, why were you even there? Were you, like...”

“It was my field. I came there every evening to watch the huskie...”

“Her name is Mist”.

“Edgy. Okay. I was coming there every evening to watch Mist, and then you just showed up and started running. Not my fault”.

“But I didn’t see you”.

“You’re averting again. Come on, Y/N”, he shook your hand lightly and squeezed it. He wasn’t noticing it, but his fingers were losing sensitivity and he kept squeezing your hand to feel the warmth. Soon, everything would go hard and cold to him. Even the sunlight.

“I’m dead. Tell me. My last wish”.

It was hard like swallowing rocks. Your own mind was so good at avoiding this that you came up with thousands of questions instantly. You wanted to ask why his sister killed him. Why she didn’t touch the vampires. How did she even outpowered him. Kai was drilling you with his grey crystal glance, and you finally managed to look him in the eye.

Out of all people, you were sorry he was the one to die. He didn’t seem like a very good fella, but it’s not always goodness that you like in people. He seemed bigger than Mystic Falls, greater than the local drama. This town wasn’t supposed to devour him like that. You didn’t know what his death meant to their odds at getting Bonnie back. What if he was the only one who could reach her?

“When I was fifteen, Damon’s ex came into town and started waging chaos”.

“I’m not surprised”.

“Uh-huh. She was going around, turning people, and manipulating them and generally just turning our lives into hell”.

“Oh, she sounds fun. Was her name Katherine Pierce by any chance?”

“If you know her, I’m going to send you to hell right now”.

Kai’s brows went up.

“You can do that?”

“I mean, when I let a ghost go, they go wherever they’re supposed to. You’re definitely going to hell”, you shrugged.

“Oh, yeah. Okay”.

Kai looked like he was a little bit hurt.

“She used compulsion on me, just to entertain herself, and during a PE lesson I stabbed a girl I went to school with. On the second lap, as we ran the mile. I got pissed at running, I hated it. I was so tired all the time, and she told me to act out when I get irritated at school. The worst thing, to this day, I don’t know if the stabbing was a part of her compulsion, or mine”.

You thought about her, standing there at this very moment, on the same spot where you left her every year.

Day and night, in her yellow tank top and sports bra, cycling black shorts and uncool old Nike trainers, her long brown hair in a messy ponytail, and one earring in her right ear. You knew every part of her face because she stared at you all the time.

Kai was quiet for some time, as if trying to read into you.

“That’s it?” he said suddenly. You were taken aback.

“You stabbed a chick because a vampire compelled you, and now you return every year and cry there? What are you punishing yourself for?”

You shook your head in disbelief.

“Look...”

“Why don’t you just send her the hell off? You can do it, right? What are you bitching about?”

“Hey!”

You let go of his hand, and he stared at it, looking a bit lost, like all the people who died. Despite of his shattering insensitivity, he still made you feel for him. People were all the same when they died. They all looked like children who are just figuring out they were lost at a huge foreign train station.

“Look, all I’m saying...” he was still looking at his own hand, “don’t stress about what you don’t have to stress about”.

“I killed her, Kai”.

“Yeah, and today my own sister killed me”, he reasoned. He looked so seriously betrayed as if he was not aware of the irony. “People die. Sometimes they die horribly, in their bloom, you know, when they’re about to do something great”.

He crossed his arms on his chest with a grudge.

“I thought you had some kind of tragedy there, or at least were insane”.

“I get why Damon dislikes you”, you muttered. Kai puffed.

“You’re very hard to love”.

“Yeah, I’ve been told”.

You looked at each other. Fresh day somehow brought memories of last night, and you thought about it simultaneously.

“But you liked our date though, right?”

You nodded.

“I would even go on a second one if you... stayed alive”.

“Let me go down there, and I’ll think of something. Or you can join me”, he eyed you up and down, “I hear it’s pretty hot in here”.

You could see he nearly gave you a wink. Even if you kissed him now, he wouldn’t feel it on his face. God dammit.

“You want advice?��

“No”.

“Go away and never come back here”.

You were holding on a thin thread supported by the connection. You were sorry to see him go as you let him slide away. As you opened your eyes, he was gone from the couch, and from the room, and there was only his body left.

The spell wore out eventually, and Elena, together with Damon, ran downstairs, already aware of what happened. They must have heard you talk to the invisible spirit.

“Awesome”, Damon snarled through his teeth, kicking Parker’s body, “amazing. Little shit”.

He was puffing, walking around the room, nearly banging on the walls. Elena was standing in the middle of the room, devastated.

Everybody was hurt in a certain way by the death of the guy hated here the most. Turned out, everyone needed him after all. Whether to get Bonnie out, or to finally merge, or just to know him a little better. Deaths were pointless, you knew that better than all.

You went to the football field, in the afternoon for the first time, to see her.

She was cemented there just like you wanted her, mortified she’d follow you around. Kai was sharp and rude, but on point. You were punishing yourself. It’s not like Maddie made you drive through the country every year just to see her.

She was waiting for you, looking with glass eyes like she was for the last seven years.

The sun was still high up, almost no shadows on the spacious court.

It was like it all made zero sense now. You didn’t know what made Kai Parker the chief advisor on your mental stability, but suddenly you saw everything completely clear. Maybe it was hangover. You had no need to keep all the ghosts around you. You were in charge of them, not the other way around. You bumped into them, you could tell them to go, or just leave them there if you didn’t care. Many years away almost made you think you didn’t care.

“Go”, you said to Maddie. And she was gone. No more laps around the field.

You went home and said the same to your father and your granny. And just like that, the house was empty again.

“I know you decided not to ever come back again”, she chanted, “but... I mean... I will understand if you refuse to come, but everybody would love to see you, and it will definitely mean a lot”.

Unfortunately for your morale, you were already standing over a sports bag.

You sighed into the phone.

“Okay, I’m gonna say it once, because I love you, and will never say it again...”

Elena held her breath.

“I don’t think... I don’t think Mystic Falls is the worst place on Earth...”

“Wow”, Elena hammered, “hold on, can I put you on the speaker? They gotta hear this”.

“No”.

“So, you will come?”

“Only because it’s your wedding. And only for the wedding. Then I’m going back”.

“You’ve heard the town has sold the house, right? You’ll have to stay with us. Y/N, it’s going to be awesome. We’ll have girls’ nights... oh my god, Caroline will tell you everything about...”

You rolled your eyes so deep you took a peep at your own brain. There was nothing in there. Absolutely nothing, apparently.

...here we go, the freaking sign, the Livingstones house, the bridge... all the same. It’s like a cursed room where the winds are on the loop. With its own aesthetic, of course. The blood-red clock tower produces long, hollow sound as its hands move. People going batshit crazy here. Everything is one long deja vu. The only thing that stood out was somebody missing. Somebody who was admittedly too cool for this place, and was scarily good at slow dancing. Somebody who would never be fit to help, and who still did. That person.

Elena and Damon’s wedding was everything one could imagine. Flower arch, check. Bridesmaids matching cream dresses, check. Soft elevator music, check. Caroline hair being out of this world, check. Damon smiling like one million dollars, check. Stefan suffering quietly in the corner, check. Jeremy getting drunk and knocking over a table, check. Dancing to the same ten indie songs, check. Bonnie was back, which was good. They did find a way after all.

You were comfortably unimpressed, because it was home. It was entertaining enough. Catching up, listening to all the crazy shit that happened during these two years you were absent.

Apparently, Klaus has been harassing Caroline with his undying love, and she wasn’t having it, although it was clearly a perfect vampire scenario. Some demonic weird crap brushed over the city when Damon was brifely involved with gathering souls for hell. Could’ve been a job for you, he winked at you like the rascal he was. You should’ve seen the whole madhouse unraveling when we opened the gates, and all these sinners started rushing out in all directions, he complained. It took him weeks to get them all back, and he still wasn’t sure he caught everybody. It’s not like they did a head count, right?

You stopped drinking.

“You mean the souls escaped from hell?” you asked, surprised that they weren’t more concerned about it. And also, what a generic topic to discuss at his wedding. Charming.

“No, the people. Physical entities. They kinda just... pfft. Hopped out. Those who were, you know, quicker”.

The burning question made it hard to swallow champagne. How did they not mention the obvious?

“And... who did you shove back?”

“Hm, just a bunch of losers. I mean, they’re people, or creatures, for that matter. Not all of them are human. I’m sure some weirdos are still out there.. So you be careful. Elena said you wouldn’t stay long, huh? How about the Harvest Festival though?”

“I don’t know. Harvest Festival is lame, Damon”.

“Yeah, it is”, Damon agreed, searching for his beautiful wife with his eyes. One second ago she was somewhere among the people, and now she was gone. “But the after party...”

“Ah, that. Sure”.

“Nobody’s bothering you anymore, are they? You can stay for a little while”.

You swayed your head without expression.

“Where the hell is she?”

Music changed, and nobody really noticed, except for you. You don’t notice if you don’t listen. You never got your old phone back, by the way. You had no idea where the dead boy put it, and whether it was him at all who took it from the Grill.

But now Lana was on speakers, and you suddenly remembered.

“You better go look for her, Damon”, you warned him, looking around.

The vampire felt the change in your mood.

“What is it?”

You gulped down your glass of champagne and smiled wide, for real.

“Second date”.

#kai parker #kai parker imagine #vampire diaries imagine #kai parker x reader #damon salvatore #elena gilbert #liv parker #tvd

[sevenfists]

dear tumblr user sevenfists please write me an ot3 fic called "babydances with wolves" (optional: alpha!geno alpha!anna competing to impregnate sid)

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED

~3.1k, A/B/O, explicit, domesticity, fluff, porn?? The whole enchilada.

The mess of Sid retiring ate up an entire year. It wasn’t his head, as Anya had secretly feared; it was his knee. “He won’t play again,” Zhenya said, when he came home that first night—late, well past midnight, because he had been at the hospital with Sid. And he was right, although Sid fought it for months. He could still skate, but not well enough to play at the NHL level. He never played another game.

“Okay, well,” he said, the morning after he announced his retirement, when they were eating breakfast in the kitchen. Zhenya had taken Nikita to school on his way to the rink, and Anya and Sid were alone in the house, as they were most mornings now. “Guess we might as well have another baby.”

“Sid, maybe you’re not ready,” Anya said carefully, because Sid seemed brittle to her, or friable, like clay. He helped Nikita with his homework and went to physical therapy religiously and skated a few times a week, as much as he could without aggravating his knee, and he still cooked and argued with Zhenya about hockey and spent time with his friends, all of the normal Sid things he had been doing for years. But he hadn’t been ready to retire.

“What else am I supposed to do with myself?” he said, a little sharp, and then shot her an apologetic glance.

No, he wasn’t ready. “Let’s talk with Zhenya,” Anya said, and texted Zhenya as soon as she had a moment alone, to make sure he would be on her side. Presenting a united front was the only way to overcome Sid’s stubbornness.

They agreed to wait. A few months went by. Sid formally accepted a position with the Little Penguins, and Anya watched how the work changed him. He left the house smiling every morning, and came home smiling every afternoon, with Nikita in tow, because Sid had taken over school pickup. Anya was usually home then, to make a snack for Nikita and supervise homework while Sid cooked dinner, and her heart always lifted to hear their voices coming up the stairs from the garage, Nikita’s high rapid chatter and Sid’s deeper responses, and his laughter.

“Maybe we have another baby,” she whispered to him, the morning of her birthday. Zhenya had promised breakfast in bed, and she had clung to Sid when he tried to follow. Zhenya didn’t need any help, and Anya was hoping for at least a quickie before Sid left for work.

“Oh, now you want to,” Sid said, turning over in bed to smile at her and stroke her hair from her eyes.

“You too old soon,” Anya said, mostly to be mean and make him narrow his eyes at her, but also because it was true. He had another five years, maybe. A good chunk of time, but not forever.

“Look who’s talking about being old,” Sid said, “you’re going to be forty next year,” which was a horribly rude and hurtful thing to say, and Anya jabbed her fingertips into the tender spot below his ribs and laughed as he yelped and thrashed around.

He went to get his IUD out a week later. Anya went to the appointment with him, because he’d had a hard time with the insertion, but he said the removal was no big deal. “Just felt like a pinch,” he said with a shrug, as they walked out to the car. “I’ll probably bleed for a few days. No sweat.”

“Let’s get milkshakes anyway,” Anya said, because anything involving a speculum was a perfect excuse for a milkshake. Sid smiled at her with his eyes creased up, and Anya felt a wave of love roll over her, deep rich cold water from the very bottom of her heart. After nearly eight years together, her love for him was so familiar that most of the time she didn’t notice it, like a beautiful, beloved painting that became part of the backdrop of your home. But from time to time you stopped and gazed at it and realized anew how wonderful it was.

“What is it?” Sid said, eyebrows drawing together.

“I can’t wait to put a baby in you,” Anya said.

Sid’s eyes darkened and his cheeks pinked, a delightful response. But then he grinned and said, “You sure Geno’s gonna be on board with that?”

She and Zhenya hadn’t discussed the matter at all. She brought it up with him that evening, when they were cleaning up after dinner while Sid played Minecraft with Nikita in the den. “Have we thought, you know—will we want to find out whose baby it is?”

“No, I don’t care,” Zhenya said. He licked a smear of tahini from his thumb and grinned at her. “Obviously it’s going to be my baby, though.”

“Oh is it,” Anya said. Fine: challenge accepted. She and Zhenya had mostly reached a tacit agreement that they were equally in charge, but he could still fire up her competitive engines with a sly look and a few carefully chosen words.

“I have a good track record,” Zhenya said smugly. “Past success. But you’re welcome to try your best.”

She sighed and leaned against him. “I’m nervous,” she admitted. “I’ve never done it.”

He glanced at her, and then abandoned what he was doing with the leftovers and turned to take her in his arms. “Never?”

“No. Every omega I dated, they were on birth control. They didn’t cycle.” She sighed again. “I want it to be good for him, but. Maybe it’s best if you do it.”

He kissed her forehead. “Don’t fret, Jerry. It’s not so complicated. Listen to your body and to Sid. We’ll both help you.” He ducked his head to press his mouth to her ear and dropped his voice to a murmur. “Think of how sweet he’ll be when he’s in heat. Pink and begging for it, and you’ll be able to give him exactly what he needs.”

Anya shivered. That did sound appealing. “So, it’s my baby, then, we’re in agreement?”

“May the best alpha win,” Zhenya said, and patted her ass a few times.

She had time to think about it and look online for tips: three peaceful weeks as they waited for Sid’s body to figure out what was going on. She had fucked Sid many times with her fingers and her strap-on, and it wouldn’t be all that different, probably. She could figure it out.

At dinner one night, Nikita was more fidgety than usual, tearing apart his bread and kicking his heels against the bottom rung of his chair, which Zhenya had told him a million times not to do, and finally he said, “Dad, why do you smell weird?”

“Oh, uh,” Sid said. He glanced at Anya and then Zhenya, as if they had any answers. “Do I?”

“Yeah, like—when mama burns her hair on the curling iron,” Nikita said. “Are you sick?”

Zhenya started laughing. “No, he’s not sick. He’s go into heat.”

“Oh, okay,” Nikita said, taking this perfectly in stride, even as Anya squinted at Sid and wondered how she’d missed the signs. Well, it was still early. “Milanka says Aunt Katya doesn’t leave her room when she’s in heat. Will you text me?”

Sid looked a little flushed, but he said, “I’ll try, bud. It might be hard for me, though. But mama and papa will take care of you, and it’s only for a few days. And it doesn’t mean I love you any less, it’s just—”

“I know, it’s just how your body is,” Nikita said. He stuffed another piece of bread in his mouth. “Will I be an omega?”

“Well,” Sid said, and gave Anya a panicked look.

“Nikita, let’s read a book about this later, okay?” Anya said. “I’ll answer all of your questions. Right now dad needs to finish eating his dinner.”

Sid still looked faintly panicked even when the meal was over and Zhenya had taken Nikita off to finish his homework. “He’s seven,” Sid said, standing in the middle of the kitchen with the salad bowl in his hands, like he had forgotten what he meant to do with it. “What does he know about heat? He thinks he’ll be an omega?”

“Oh, calm down, he’s hear things, he’s see on TV, kids at school talk,” Anya said. “You know. It’s normal, it’s fine.”

“I definitely didn’t know about heat when I was seven,” Sid muttered. He really did smell like burnt hair. The scent would fade and mellow as his heat drew closer. Anya would have to take a good whiff of him every morning to decide when he should quit leaving the house.

“Come here,” Anya said. Sid looked at the bowl in his hands, looked at her, set the bowl on the island, and came over to where Anya was rinsing plates at the sink. She nestled into his arms, and he sighed and held her, and dropped a kiss on the top of her head. Anya said, “Let Zhenya and me take care of you, okay? When you’re in heat. Stay home, let us feed you, take care.”

“You’ll make me a baby,” Sid said, low, and she kissed his neck and said, “We’ll try hard.”

She woke up a few mornings later, so early that it was still mostly night, the room dark and silent. Sid was shifting around on the bed beside her and making a kind of whimpering noise, and Anya reached for him, still half-asleep. The room was filled with a lovely smell that made Anya tingle, a sex smell that had her opening her mouth to draw in a deep lungful of it, and she realized what was going on in the split second before her hand touched Sid’s warm bare back.

“Anna,” Sid whispered as he turned toward her, a poorly defined shape in the dim light. “Please, I feel—”

“I’m here, my love,” she whispered in return. Her hand found the curve of his cheek, and she leaned in to kiss his mouth. “You’re ready?”

“Please,” he said again, his hands fumbling at her sleep shorts, tugging at the waistband.

She kissed him and groped blindly down his body. There was his hard cock, drawn tight against his belly, and there was his swollen cunt, ready for her. She pushed her fingers in. He was a tight soft cling as always, and wet, dripping down her palm. The smell intensified as she touched him, and she felt her own body responding. The tingling centered between her legs, and she felt herself begin to swell.

“Sid,” she said, a little frightened, “I’m,” and he wrapped one strong arm around her back, crushing her against him, and said, “It’s okay, it’s okay, I want it.”

She took a deep breath and felt it happen: a swelling and lengthening, a peculiar stretch she had never felt before. But not bad or painful. And then Sid finally managed to get a hand inside her shorts and his fingers curled around her and they both moaned.

“Let me feel it,” Sid whispered urgently, “let me, I’m ready, Anna, please,” and she kissed him again to quiet his babbling. He rolled onto his back, dragging her on top of him, his thighs parting around her hips, opening himself to her, and she pushed down her shorts and then she was in him, a wholly new pleasure, while he panted harshly and tugged at her hair.

She wasn’t big, like Zhenya. But she knew how to fuck, with short assertive rolls of her hips, and Sid moaned each time she pushed in. She wasn’t tall enough to kiss him, so she worked on his neck, sucking a big mark there, letting herself be possessive in a way she usually tried to avoid with Sid, who didn’t need or want it. Her omega, hers, to protect and care for.

The light on the bedside table cut on. Anya paused, blinking, momentarily blinded, and Sid tightened his legs around her and said, “Don’t stop,” arching to rub his cock against her belly.

“Not on my account,” Zhenya said. He sat up against the headboard and smirked at her, wrapping his big paw around his dripping cock. “Or if you need some help—”

Anya bared her teeth at him and got back to work. Sid was so warm and wet and sweet around her, noisier now than he ever was during sex and pushing up to meet each of her thrusts, his cock leaking between them. She pushed up onto her hands so she could watch his face, his cheeks flushed and his hair damp with sweat, his eyes closed and his eyelashes a dark brush against his skin.

“Oh,” he said, and his eyes flew open, wide and startled. “Anna—”

“Let her make you come, and then it’s my turn,” Zhenya said. From the corner of her eye, Anya could see him toying with his balls, but she didn’t want to take her attention from Sid. He was tightening around her now, working himself up to come, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. Anya didn’t have a knot, but she didn’t need one with Sid’s legs clamped around her, holding her in place.

“Fuck,” Sid gritted out, and then so many things happened at once: he squeezed rhythmically around her and cried out, and his cock jerked as he made a mess between their bodies. Her dear love.

“Now you, Anya,” Zhenya said, and Anya let all of the new confusing sensations in her body resolve into bliss and filled Sid with her come.

She collapsed onto Sid without guilt, short of breath and overheated. He could bear her weight. He made a soft noise and sank both hands into her hair.

“Was that okay?” she whispered into his neck. She was having the very strange experience of feeling herself go soft inside him.

“You made me feel so good,” he whispered back. “It was perfect.”

“Don’t whisper,” Zhenya said, annoyed as always that he was being left out. “Sid, you like another?”

“Yeah,” Sid said, and began shifting beneath Anya at once, until she pulled out and rolled aside to let him up. She watched as Sid straddled Zhenya’s lap and without hesitation sank down on his cock, his expression dazed with pleasure. They were beautiful together, her two men, Zhenya’s hands gripping Sid’s ass as they moved in sync. Anya almost hoped that the baby would be Zhenya’s, the perfect combination of these two people she loved so well. Almost.

She went up on her knees to kiss each of their faces. “Zhenya, don’t forget you have practice later. I’ll get Nikita ready, but you need to take him to school.”

Zhenya groaned. “Anya, please, I’m busy,” as if he was incapable of talking and fucking at the same time.

She left them to it and went down the hall to wake Nikita. He was always slow and sleepy in the mornings, just like his papa, and he yawned and rubbed at his eyes as he got dressed. She monitored him as he brushed his teeth, because he liked to use too much toothpaste, and then took him downstairs to make breakfast.

“Your dad is in heat now,” she said as she cooked his oatmeal. “You might not see him today, but would you like to send him a text message?”

“Okay,” Nikita said, and she gave him her phone so that he could text Sid a meticulous series of totally random emojis, followed by a very sweet I love you daddy!!!

Her phone buzzed a minute later with a response: a selfie clearly taken by Zhenya, their two heads on the pillow and nothing else, Sid’s smiling face half-hidden where he was tucked against Zhenya’s neck. “See,” Anya said, showing Nikita the picture. “Papa’s taking good care of him.”

“They’re hugging,” Nikita said, which was true in a sense: they were probably knotted together.

“It looks like they are,” Anya said diplomatically. “Now finish your breakfast, and papa will take you to school.”

She went back upstairs to roust Zhenya out of Sid’s pussy and into the shower. They were still tangled together in the bed, Zhenya holding Sid’s wrists in his hands and gently pressing kisses to Sid’s palms, each of them gazing at the other with utter besotted rapture. Zhenya glanced at Anya as she came in, and then kissed Sid’s cheek and said in Russian, “I have to go, bunny. Anya’s here, she’ll take care of you now.”

“Okay,” Sid said agreeably, and they separated, Zhenya with a slight wince. Anya dropped her robe and traded places with Zhenya in the bed, giving him a kiss as they shifted past each other. Sid opened his arms to her, sweet and dazed and warm and smiling and still smelling so good, and Anya kissed his cheek and his mouth and snuggled in.

“You need to go again?” she asked. Behind her, she could hear the shower turn on in the bathroom.

“Geno made me come three times,” Sid said. He slid his hands down Anya’s back. He was acting like he did on painkillers: a little silly, a little slow. “So I’m good for right now.”

“Okay, tell me when you need,” Anya said. “You hungry? Thirsty?”

“No,” Sid said. He nuzzled at her hair. “Maybe thirsty.”

“Zhenya will bring before he leaves,” Anya said. She pressed a kiss to the base of Sid’s neck and felt his arms tighten around her. She would stay with him until Zhenya came home again, to keep him safe and happy.

“Geno told me he’s got the best sperm,” Sid said after a few minutes. Zhenya was singing loudly in the shower. “Do I want to know?”

Anya smiled against his skin. “He’s wrong. I’m best.”

Sid huffed and shifted against her, draping one leg over her hip. His scent was changing and deepening. Anya took her cue and reached between his legs and stroke him, where he was soft and wet and messy with Zhenya’s come. Anya would put him in the bath later and make sure he ate something. Her sweet omega.

She felt her body responding to him, getting ready to give him what he needed, like Zhenya had said. She kissed his throat and gently squeezed his dick, hot and hard in her hand. “You want again?”

“Yeah,” he said. She pressed her hips to his, feeling herself begin to swell. She heard the smile in his voice as he said, “Let’s make a baby.”

#babydances with wolves I swear to god #I got a lot of OT3 prompts #happy annaversary to me #TM honeycombhenry #FYI you can still send prompts if you like #I will write several more of these! #ficlet #replies #dadvans #ot3

[minnie-marvel]

Ice Cream Run (Peter Parker x Reader)

When you catch Peter outside your apartment nearly in tears and wearing what looks like a ridiculous pajama set, you decide that there can only be two people that could help him: two buddies named Ben and Jerry.

Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 1342

A/N: i literally named this gif i saved ‘DON’T YELL AT HIM YOU MONSTER

This was a request from my beautiful, spectacular, sickeningly sweet @holland-haven SHE JUST RECENTLY WROTE ME A REALLY CUTE SPIDERMAN FIC CALLED S’MORES BY STARLIGHT!!! Check it out yall!!

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Peter Parker was left on the street with nothing but the cheap tourist clothes that hung on his body. He stared at the grimy concrete sidewalk that was covered in gum and old papers. Tears threatening to leak out of his eyes, stinging and watering all at once. He felt his teeth clench together and his lips press tightly, trying to hold himself back. He suddenly looked up from the ground, mentally readying himself to step inside and make sure May didn’t murder him on top of everything else that he’d lost today.

You were sitting on your apartment steps just a building over, your lips parted only slightly threatening to call out to him. That was Peter, wasn’t it? You two didn’t go to the same school together because Peter was practically a genius and you were just average but you were neighbors. When you were younger you’d practically force him to play some sort of ridiculous game that you would make up on the spot constantly, but ever since middle school things had just gotten distant. You didn’t let it bother you, after all, this was all just hormones. Peter had gotten super busy with his new school and his Stark internship so since then you just hadn’t seen him around. But now he was practically screaming for help.

He looked upset… maybe you should just leave him be. It had been so long since you two had talked it was probably going to end up super awkward. But goodness… that look on his face. It was as if someone just tossed their puppy out in the backyard for the night for chewing their shoes. He just didn’t deserve to look that sad. 

“Hey, Parker!” You shouted from the steps causing his neck to snap towards you his entire body jerking in surprise. 

“Oh Y/N… what’s going on?” He asked sniffling himself quickly trying to regain his composure so that he could speak to you like a normal human being.

“I’m bored out of my mind!! Come on let's go on a snack run!” You encouraged jumping off your steps. Now that you were closer, you could clearly see his red eyes probably fresh from crying. 

“I don’t know, I should probably get back to Aunt May… she’s waiting for me and she’s already worried enough,” You saw him look up at his apartment window glumly. 

You bit your lip. “It’ll be quick I promise,” You said sincerely. “I just wanna talk you know? We never see each other anymore,”

He took one last sad glance at the window before turning back to you. “Just for a few minutes alright? I really have to get back to May,” he said. You nodded beginning to walk to the corner. “That’s all I need.” 

The first minute of your walk was left in complete silence. Maybe Peter needed that too, a moment to collect himself before he could have the chance to cry again.

“Okay Parker, you know that we’re friends but I’ve gotta ask,” You said motioning to his hello kitty pajama pants. “What the heck happened to you?”

“It’s… a long story…” Peter said through tight lips before taking the lead across the street to head closer to the bodega. You nodded. Obviously, this was going to be harder than you initially thought.

“How’s genius school huh? I bet you’re like the top student there nerdface,” Did you really just call him nerdface??? When he was crying like two seconds earlier??? Goddamnit Y/N, have some respect for the kid! 

“It's fine but….” He heaved a heavy sigh. “Nevermind.”

“What? No!” You shouted taking him by the arm. “Parker… I know this is like super weird and awkward because we don’t see each other often and I’m not a super genius like you but…I can at least tell when someone’s got something important on their mind.” You looked up at him trying not to let yourself cry at the sight of his own tears.

He looked like he was the complete epitome of sad. The skin around his nose and eyes were blotchy and red his eyes were still practically watering. His posture was slacked as if he didn’t care if he got run over, hands stuffed in his pockets and back slouched. His hair was a mess and you thought you saw some slight bruises on his arms.

“You’re not getting bullied again are you…?!” You asked the realization setting in. “Did someone force you into that?! Oh god, Peter should I call the police?? I bet it was that one kid… what’s his name Ftalz?? Farts??? Whoever that little shit is I’m gonna roll up into mid-tech and lay waste to his skinny ass-“

“God Y/N, I lost the internship with Stark!!!!” He shouted finally running his hands through his hair in a craze. He tugged at it quickly sucking in sharp loud breaths trying not to break out in another sob fest.  “Is that what you wanted to hear?? You happy that you have me all figured out?!” He screamed now. You could feel the bitterness of his words in every sentence. You saw that there wasn’t any real anger behind him although…just…sadness.

“Hey hey hey….” You said suddenly softer than ever. “I’m sorry Parker I just… shit. I know I can be a busybody, I just wanted to make sure you were good…” You muttered. You stood in front of the bodega with him the pale blue flickering lights scattering across your faces while the night continued quietly. Everything felt delicate and intimate, and you knew that you needed to be careful at the moment. 

“Let’s get some snacks and then if you want, we can talk about it?” You pulled him into the store with you heading straight for the ice box that sat in the corner of the building. You slid the box open and fished inside your fingers dancing across each cold treat with a bit of excitement. If ice cream didn’t cheer up Peter you didn’t know what would.

“They’ve got Cherry Garcia,” you coaxed shaking the ice cream tub gently in front of his face. He only gave you a nod looking around the store seeming lost. You grabbed a tub of cookies and milk ice cream before paying for your sweet icy treat.

“Let’s just chill out and eat some ice cream okay? Nothing a good ole tub of Ben and Jerry’s cant solve!”

The two of you walked out of the store and you handed him his Cherry Garcia. He slowly took it in his hands staring at the small offering before speaking up.

“Listen Y/N… I’m sorry if I was out of line it’s just….its been a hard day.” He confessed. The ice cream was cold almost to the point where it stung at the tips of his fingers but he only clenched it tighter. “With the internship gone I just…”

“Hey,” you interrupted him as you walked together. “I know this is probably a lot for you to handle right now Parker… I just, I want you to know that even though I’m not with you twenty-four seven… that I’m here for you, you know?” You felt your feet stop in front of your respective buildings. 

“You don’t have to tell me anything about what happened today if it hurts too much. I mean the wound is still fresh after all,” You shrugged.  You felt his expression relax only a twinge. It was obvious that trying to explain everything was a huge stress to his demeanor.  

“Thanks, Y/N… for everything.” He said lifting his tub of ice cream in front of him as if he were to say cheers.

 “I should probably just… head into my apartment before Aunt May murders me but… really,” He turned back at you again the sincerity in his gaze could have melted the ice cream in your hands. “Thank you.”

“No problem Parker,”You felt yourself smile. “And hey, if your aunt doesn’t kill you after whatever happened you should swing by the steps and we can properly have our little ice cream date!” You snickered heading up the building stairs.

“Yeah, thanks Y/N… w-wait date???”

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