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The Great War

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peters double life causes serious strain on your relationship

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Peters's knuckles were bruised like violets when walked into campus one chilly Monday morning. He flexed his aching hands a few times before hiding them in his pockets so no one could see them. He sat beside you in his morning lecture class and cupped your face to kiss you hello, momentarily forgetting about his bruised knuckles.

“Oh my God. What happened to you?” You gasped and took Peters hand.

“Huh? Oh that? I, uh, I fell.” Peter quickly lied and withdrew his hand.

“You fell? On your knuckles?” You laughed in confusion. Peter began to panic when he saw the skeptical look on your face.

“Yeah. It’s this technique I learned online. Instead of using your hands it break your fall, you use your knuckles. Its better for your wrists since they won’t feel the impact. It’s called the Donkey Kong.“ Peter exclaimed as his eyes darted to the side. You gave him a strange look before taking his hand to look at his knuckles again.

“I don’t know, Petey. These are really bruised. It looks like you punched someone. Like, a bunch of times. Just a rain of punches. Over and over. Like this.” You said as you punched the air back and forth as if you were fighting someone. Peter felt his face get hot as you described exactly how he had gotten those bruises.

“What? What situation would I be in that I would be doing something like that? That’s crazy? What a silly girl you are. A real silly Billy.” Peter laughed nervously as he tried to deflect you. It backfired as his odd behavior only made you more suspicious.

“You okay?”

“I’m great. I gotta go study for my gym test. Love you. Bye.” Peter quickly kissed you before running away. As much as he hated lying to you, he knew he had to do it to conceal his double life. But lately, it was getting harder and harder to keep you in the dark about his Spiderman duties. You were growing more and more suspicious of his behavior, all while Peter was feeling more and more guilty about lying to you.

You were in Peters bedroom a few days later with open textbooks and notes all around you. You were supposed to be studying for an upcoming exam together but Peter could barely focus on anything but the fuzzy little shorts you had on. He knew you were freezing but wanted to wear them anyway because you thought the snowflake pattern was cute, and that made it all the more adorable to him.

“Why is it so cold in here?” You asked and rubbed your hands together.

“Oh, thanks for asking. It’s because my landlord hates us.” Peter said with a cheery smile. You laughed at him before getting off his bed to go to his closet.

“Is it okay if I grab a sweatshirt?” You looked over your shoulder at him as you opened his closet doors. Peter saw his Spiderman suit hanging right in the middle of his closet and felt the color drain from his face.

“Don’t in there!” He exclaimed as he spun you around and shut the closet doors behind him. You gave him a strange look and Peter immediately regretted his reaction.

“Sorry. It’s just really messy in there and I don’t want you to see it.” Peter lied.

“Oh. Okay.” You nodded but didn’t sound like you believed him. Peter grabbed a hoodie off the back of his desk chair and weakly held it out to you.

“Here. And if you’re still cold, we could get under the covers.” Peter said with a cheeky smile.

“I like the sound of that.” You smiled in return before leaning in to kiss him. Peter slipped an arm around your waist and easily lifted you off the ground. He brought you over to his bed and laid you down on it without ever breaking the kiss. You made out on his bed for a little while until something out the window caught your eye.

“Oh no. it snowing?” You asked and sat up a little. Peter pulled his curtain back and saw the flurry of snowflakes being lit up my the streetlights.

“Oh yeah. It is.”

“Ugh. Now I have to walk home in the snow.” You groaned and flopped back down onto his pillow.

“No way. I can’t let you do that. I’ll steal Mays car keys and drive you home.” Peter offered and he laid down on top of you and rested his chin on your chest. You started to play with his curls until an idea came into your mind.

“Or I could just sleep over.” You timidly suggested. Peters heart began to beat in his chest as he picked his head up to see if you were serious.

“Really? You want to?” He asked hopefully.

“Yeah. I want to.” You nodded before pulling him back down into a kiss. You started to make out again, tugging off articles of each others clothes every now and then. Peter slipped his finger through yours and squeezed your hand as he deepened the kiss. He knew that you sleeping over for the first time meant it would be the first time for something else too and he couldn’t contain his excitement. He smiled against your lips but was suddenly disturbed by his police radio going off. Peter jumped off of you and threw a pillow at it before you could hear the crime it had picked up on.

“What was that?” You wondered.

“It’s my birth control alarm. I’ll be right back.” Peter quickly got off of you, grabbed his police radio, and bolted to the bathroom. Once he was inside, he sat on the toilet and turned the volume down so that he could hear what was going on.

“We need all units, I repeat we need all units on the corner of 22nd and 13th Ave. We have reports of an ongoing bank robbery. Possible hostages inside.” Peter heard over the radio. He hung his head in defeat before getting up to look in the mirror.

“Okay Parker. You could lose your virginity tonight or you could go save New York. Which is it?” He asked his reflection. He stared at himself for a long time but couldn’t decide.

“Why should I have to go? The police probably have it covered. Besides, I have a beautiful girl in my bed right now who is expecting mediocre sex right now that only I can deliver.” He reminded himself. As much as he wanted to believe that, he couldn’t help but feel guilty about not going to stop the robbery.

“I’m a good little boy. I get good grades. I’m nice to old people. I respect women. And I protect New York every single day. I can take one night off. I deserve to get laid tonight.” He decided. He slapped his cheeks a few times to psyche himself up and was about to leave the bathroom when he thought of the night Ben died. It had happened because of a robbery and tonight, Peter had the opportunity to stop anyone else from losing an uncle the way he did. He looked at himself in the mirror again and sighed.

“Not tonight, kid. The only way you’re getting laid is if you crawl up a chickens ass and wait.” He made his final decision before leaving the bathroom. You were sitting up on his bed in your bra and sweatpants with hair still messy from Peters hands. It took everything in Peters power not to jump right back into the bed with you and ignore the radio, but he knew he’d never be able to live with himself if he did.

“Is everything okay?” You asked when you noticed his face.

“I’m sorry, lover. I don’t think you should sleep over tonight.” He said as he looked at the ground in shame.

“Oh. You don’t want me to?” You asked and Peter could hear the disappointment in your voice. He watched you sheepishly reach for your discarded shirt and pull it over your head, making him feel even worse.

“Of course I do. Trust me, it’s not you. It’s me. There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” He said as his eyes flickered over to his closet. If he pulled his suit out and told you he had to go stop a bank robbery, you would understand why he was kicking you out.

“I…I’m…” He continued to look at his closet as he struggled to get the words out. He sighed in defeat after a minute and looked at the ground.

“I’m a bed wetter.” He lied, immediately squeezing his eyes shut in regret.

“Oh. Really?” You asked in concern as you got off his bed.

“Yeah. It’s chronic. I have to sleep on plastic sheets and everything. And I just don’t want to risk you getting peed on.” He continued to lie, feeling worse about it with every word he said.

“Have you seen a doctor about it? Is it an anxiety thing?”

“Yeah. It’s been happening the last couple of years.”

“You mean since Ben passed?” You said sympathetically and put your hands on Peters shoulders to comfort him. He could barely believe that you not only believed his lie, but were helping it sound more believable.

“Yeah. The doctor said that’s the most likely cause.” He nodded his head without looking at you.

“Oh, honey.” You said quietly as you pulled him into a hug. Peter felt horrible for accepting your comfort after lying to you. He expected you to laugh at him, but you were nothing but understanding and somehow that made lying feel so much worse.

“Thank you for sharing that with me. I’m sure it wasn’t easy.” You said once you pulled out of the hug.

“You have no idea.” Peter mumbled and felt a knot in his stomach.

“I should probably get going before the snow gets worse.” You said with a sad smile. Peter sighed and wanted nothing more than to tell you to stay.

“Yeah. I could walk you?”

“That’s okay. I’ll be fine.” You gave him a tight smile as you put on your jacket. He could tell you were disappointed that you hadn’t gone all the way tonight and he felt just as upset about it. It was times like these that he resented the night he was bitten and wished he could just be a normal person.

“Okay, love. Get home safe.”

“I always do.” You said before kissing him goodbye.

Peter sighed and stressfully tugged at his hair once you were gone. He could feel the strain he was putting on your relationship and worried how much more of this you could take. Even though he was going through something and needed to think things through, he put on his Spiderman suit and swung out to the crime scene.

Peter was relived when you invited him over the next night to hang out at your apartment. You told him your mom was off at some company holiday party so you would have the apartment to yourselves for the evening. You put on a festive movie and watched the first 15 minutes before climbing into Peters lap to kiss him. You made out on your couch until your phone buzzed on the couch, interrupting the moment.

“Hang on. It’s my mom.” You said as you read the text.

“How’s her office party going?” Peter asked as he drummed his fingers on your waist.

“Good. But she said there’s no cabs so she’s gonna sleep over a friends house tonight. She won’t be back until dinner time tomorrow.”

“Really? So you have the place to yourself tonight?”

“No. We have the place to ourselves.” You smiled as you dropped your phone on the couch.

“Well. What should we do?” Peter played dumb as he slipped a hand behind your head to pull you closer.

“I have no idea.” You replied before closing the gap between you and kissing him again. Your make out session resumed and Peter was room gripping the seat of the couch as you trailed kisses down his neck.

“Stay the night.” You said between kisses. Peter found himself nodding before he realized what he was doing. He pulled away from the kiss and let out a deep sigh, knowing he had to disappoint you again.

“I can’t. I’m a bed wetter, remember?” He said and sat back on the couch.

“It’s okay. Just don’t drink anything else tonight and pee before you go to sleep.” You said as you climbed back into his lap and started to trail kisses down his neck. Peter clenched his fist as you made it harder and harder to leave you.

“I’ve tried that. I’ll still pee.”

“I’ll take the chance.” You said and pulled him into another kiss. Peter could feel himself getting sucked in and knew he had to stop before he ended up staying the night. He pulled away to tell you he had to go, but you spoke before he got a chance to.

“I just want to know what it’s like to fall asleep in your arms and wake up next to you. Don’t you want that?” You whispered against his lips.

“More than anything.”

“Good. Plus if you stay, we could…” You trailed off and leaned down to kiss him again. Peter kissed you back and temporarily forgot all about his responsibilities as Spiderman. He was somehow presented with another opportunity to go all the way with you and knew he couldn’t disappoint you like he did last time.

“Please stay.” You whispered against his mouth. Peter looked at you and was nearly about to give in, but knew he couldn’t live with himself if he stayed the night and something ended up happening that he wasn’t there to stop.

“I want to stay. You have no idea how much I want to stay. But I just can’t.” He told you. You nodded your head in disappointment and slid off his lap to sit beside him on the couch. There was an awkward silence between the two of you as neither knew what to do now. Finally, Peter turned his head so that he could look at you.

“I know I can’t stay the night, but we could still…” He trailed off and gave you a knowing look.

“I’m really tired actually. I think I’m gonna go to sleep.” You said and got off the couch. Peter sighed and hung his head in defeat, knowing he had once again blown it with you. He stood up and pulled you into a hug, trying to silently convey an apology.

“I would stay if I could.”

“Yeah, I know.” You replied, but he knew you weren’t convinced.

“Goodnight. I love you.” He said weakly as you trudged towards your bedroom.

“Love you too.” You replied and shut your door behind you. The absence of the “I” was not lost on Peter as he got up to leave. He gave your door one last look before going out into the cold.

When Peter saw you on campus the next day, he went up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He rested his head on your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your neck, feeling you relax in his arms.

“I’m sorry about last night.” He mumbled in your ear.

“No, Peter, I’m sorry. I was upset that you left but I wasn’t even thinking about how you felt. I’m sure it’s hard for you to sleep outside of your own bed with your condition and I definitely didn’t make it any easier. And I’m also sorry if you felt pressured to, you know…”You said with an embarrassed smile.

“I didn’t feel pressured. I really wanted to. I swear, I did.” He assured you.

“Really?” You asked for reassurance.

“Are you kidding me? It’s literally all I think about.” Peter told you, making you crack a smile. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his heartbeat to thank him for the reassurance.

“I was starting to feel like you didn’t want me like that.” You admitted, making Peters stomach drop. He knew his lies were affecting your relationship but he hadn’t realized they effected your self esteem too.

“I do. I want you so badly every waking hour of the day. I’m just nervous, okay? You’re my first girlfriend and I don’t want to mess this up. It’s way too important to me.”

“I understand that. I don’t want to mess this up either. And maybe we could try again today. My mom is still at her friends house.”

“You want to try again?” He asked hopefully. “During the daytime?”

“Yeah. I’ve heard it’s possible.” You chuckled and pulled out of the hug.

“Okay. Yeah. That would be amazing. Let’s do that.” Peter nodded eagerly, in disbelief that he was getting so many chances with you.

“Perfect.” You smiled. “I know you’re done with class for the day so I’ll text you after my last one and then you can come over.”

“Can’t wait.” Peter grinned and leaned down to kiss you.

While Peter waited for you to get out of class, he invited Ned over to calm his nerves. He was looking in the mirror and perfecting his hair while Ned sat on his bed.

“So you guys are actually gonna do it? You’re gonna lose your virginity?” Ned asked as he fumbled with a rubix cube from Peters desk.

“Yeah. Todays the today.” Peter sighed happily. “It almost happened a few times but I kept having to leave to take care of a crime.”

“Wow. Do you know what you’re doing?”

“No. Not at all. But I think I should be able to figure it out pretty quickly.” Peter said, sounding unconvinced.

“Yeah. It shouldn’t be too hard. You just put the magic wand into the wizard sleeve and-“

“Oh my God.” Peter cut him off. “Please don’t refer to my girlfriend as a wizard sleeve.”

“Why not?” Ned genuinely wondered. Peter was not longer listening as he had pulled out his phone to text you that he’d be over soon. Before he got the chance, he got a news alert that threw a wrench in his plans.

“Fuck.” Peter groaned once he read the headline.

“What’s wrong?”

“There was a ten car pile up on 33rd street. It says multiple people are trapped in their cars.”

“Oh shit. Dude, you gotta get down there.”

“I know. But what am I gonna tell Y/n?” Peter sighed as his thumbs danced over the keyboard.

“Just tell her you’re sick.” Ned shrugged.

“I always give her that excuse. How many times is she gonna believe I randomly fell ill before a date?” Peter genuinely wondered.

“I know you want to see her. But this matters more. She’s understand if she knew what you were doing.” Ned reminded him.

“I know. But she doesn’t know what I’m doing. And it’s really straining our relationship. I don’t know how many more last minute cancellations she’s gonna put up with.” Peter nervously admitted as he typed out an excuse to you.

“I’m so sorry baby! can we please reschedule our plans? my stummy hurt😔” He texted you and anxiously waited for a response. He felt horrible lying but had no other choice at this point.

“oh no honey :( did you eat the whole box of wheat thins again??? I know you love them but eating the whole box only hurts us both” You texted back. Peter was initially relived that you weren’t mad but then felt his guilt worsen over the fact that you were so understanding when he was lying to you.

“I know I should’ve listened to you 💀 I have really bad wheat thin cramps right now 😵‍💫🤢🧥😩” He texted you again, burying himself further in the lie.

“poor baby :( I can come over and take care of you”

Peter read your text and groaned in frustration, knowing this meant he had to lie even more.

“It’s really bad 💀 you shouldn’t see me like this. you’ll never find me attractive again”

“ok baby <3 text me if you need anything. and feel better. I love you !!” You texted him back. Peter chewed his bottom lip as his guilt chewed him back. He reluctantly tossed his phone onto his bed and looked at Ned.

“Did you have plans tonight? I think I’m gonna need my guy in the chair.” Peter said as he pulled his Spiderman suit out of his closet. Ned’s eyes lit up as he proudly stood up from Peters bed.

“Let’s go eat some ass.” Ned said with determination.

“Wait what? Whose ass are we eating? And why?”

“Sorry. I wanted to say a cool one liner before we went. I meant to say let’s go kick some ass.” Ned corrected himself.

“Who’s ass are we kicking? We’re helping car crash victims. Why would we kick them?” Peter reminded him as he pressed the center of his suit to tighten it.

“Can we just go?” Ned sighed in defeat.

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

The next day, you trudged into your morning class and plopped into the seat next to Ned.

“Good morning.” Ned greeted you.

“Is it?” You grumbled and dropped your bag on the ground.

“Damn. What’s got you in such a mood?”

“My mom didn’t want me driving after that huge pile up last night so she made me walk to campus. My legs feel like they’re gonna fall off.” You groaned and rested your head on your desk.

“She honestly did you a favor. You know it was caused by this huge patch of ice? The paramedics kept sliding on it when they tried to help people out of their cars.”

“How do you know that?” You asked as you picked your head up off the desk.

“Peter and I saw it.” Ned told you. “It was pretty bad.”

“You and Peter were there? Last night?” You asked as your stomach dropped.

“Yeah. Peter asked me to come with him to….” Ned trailed off when he saw the look on your face. Before Ned could ask what was wrong, Peter took a seat beside you. You had a sense you’d been betrayed as you slowly turned to look at Peter.

“Hey guys. What’s up?” Peter asked and leaned in to kiss you.

“You said your stummy hurt.” You said and pushed him away.

“What?” Peter laughed in confusion.

“Oh shit.” Ned covered his hand with his mouth when he realized what he had done.

“You lied to me?” You whispered in disbelief as you got out of your seat. You didn’t wait for Peter to respond and ran out of the classroom.

“Wait. I can explain.” Peter said as he ran after you. You ran down the hallway but Peter was faster than you.

“Lover, wait, please.” Peter pleaded as he caught up to you.

“Are you cheating on me?” You blurted as you wiped around to face Peter.

“What? Cheating on you?” Peter laughed in surprise.

“You’re laughing at me?” You asked as tears slid down your face.

“No, no, I’m not honey I swear. It’s just, do you really think it’s possible that I could get two girls to like me at the same time? Getting you to like me was a total miracle.” Peter chuckled as he rested his hands on your shoulders.

“I’m glad you think it’s funny.” You snapped and pushed his hands off of you.

“I don’t. I swear.” Peter dropped his smile. “I just don’t understand why you’d ever think I was cheating on you.”

“Maybe because you’re lying to me about where you are. You said you were sick last night but Ned said you were with him. And I know that’s not the first time you’ve lied about being sick to get out of a date. I know you do it all the time. You think I haven’t realized it but I do.”

“Oh.” Peter said quietly, unsure of what else to say.

“God Peter, why do I feel like I’m crazy lately? Why do I feel like I have to chase you down just to talk to you?” You asked and wiped the tears that kept falling.

“What are you talking about? I’m right here.” Peter assured you and tried to touch you again but you just stepped back.

“You’re here for now. But you are constantly running off to do God knows what and leaving me behind. I don’t want to have to beg to be a footnote in your life anymore, Peter. You either need to tell me what’s going on or we are over.”

“Nothings going on.” Peter said weakly, knowing you’d never believe it. He could feel himself losing you but felt helpless to stop it. You’d never threatened to break up before and he could only hope you were bluffing.

“Nothings going on? Nothings going on?” You raised your voice and grabbed his sleeve. Peter watched as you pushed it up to reveal a bruise in the shape of a hand print going around his wrist, the mark of where he had he grabbed a few nights ago.

“Then why do you come into school with bruises and injuries every single day? Where do you go? Who does this to you?“

“Nobody.” Peter lied and pushed his sleeve down.

“Nobody?” You folded your arms and gave him a look.

“Nobody.” He repeated but couldn’t look you in the eyes. You let out a disappointed sigh and nodded your head since you expected his answer to be another lie.

“Do you not want me around?” You asked him, making him do a double take.

“What? How could you even ask me that?” Peter wondered. He felt sick to his stomach knowing that he had made you feel like that.

“Because I feel you want to break up with me but don’t know how to do it. And that’s why you lie and make up excuses. So that you don’t have to me around me.”

“That’s not true. I love being around you. I would be with you every second of the day if I could. But I can’t. You have to believe me that I just can’t.” Peter pleaded with you as he began to cry as well.

“Why should I believe you when you have done nothing but lie to me?”

“I honestly don’t know. But please do it anyway.”

“I don’t want to break up with you, Peter. I really don’t. I just want answers. Please.” You said and dropped your defensive body language. As hurt as you were, you still loved him and wanted to believe that he really did have a reason as to why he did the things he did. You took a step towards him and let him reach out and touch you this time.

“Answers to what? Ask me. I’ll answer as many as I can.” He promised a she squeezed your hand.

“Okay. For starters, why are you always canceling plans on me last minute? Or leaving school, dates, or hangouts at a moments notice but never explaining why? And are you so secretive about your phone and the things in your closet?“

“I…don’t.. I can’t answer those.” Peter blinked in surprised when he realized he couldn’t answer a single question without revealing his secret.

“Of course you can’t. We’re done.” You held up your hands in defeat and started it walk away again.

“Wait! Baby, please.” Peter begged and pulled you back.

“Do you even wet the bed?” You asked him, stunning him to silence.

“No. I lied about that.” He admitted.

“Like how you lied about being sick last night?” You sniffled.

“Yes. I lied about that too.”

“What else have you lied about?”

“I…can’t tell you. I’m sorry. I want to - I really fucking want to -but I can’t.”

“Then we’re over.” You laughed sadly and stepped back from him.

“No. Please. We can’t be over.” Peter cried and tried to reach for you but you withdrew.

“How are we supposed to be together if you can’t be honest with me?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“It is that simple. This is the last time I’m asking you, Peter. Tell me the truth.”

“I…” Peter opened his mouth but quickly trailed off. Your eyes filled with hope for a split second as you thought he was actually going to be honest with you. But when his mouth shut, all your hope faded away. You shook your head in disappointment before walking away from him.

That night, you ignored the dozens of calls and texts from Peter and eventually blocked his number. When he saw that his texts were no longer being delivered, he left you alone and opened his camera roll instead. He scrolled through a few pictures of the two of you before finding one from your very first date. He stared at the picture until his eyesight was blurry with tears.

“Do I have to lose you too?” He whispered.

Peter saw you the next day on campus and ran to you before you could walk in the other direction.

“Can we talk?” He pleaded as he stepped in front of you.

“No. We can’t.” You said and kept walking.

“Please, lover, don’t do this to me. Are we really just gonna break up over nothing?”

“Over nothing?” You stopped in your tracks and raised an eyebrow.

“That was the wrong choice of words. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean nothing-“

“It was wasn’t nothing to me.” You cut him off. “I cried myself to sleep so many times these past few months because I knew you were lying to me about something. And even now, you can’t tell me the truth about what you’ve been doing. You made me feel like I was crazy. I thought that there had to be something wrong with me because what other reason could there be for my own boyfriend to lie and say he was a bed wetter just to get out of sleeping with me? But it’s not something wrong with me. Something is wrong with you, Peter, because you couldn’t have cared less about someone who loved you more. I would’ve loved you for a lifetime and now I have to leave that all behind. So I’m not mad about nothing. Personally I have a lot to be mad about.”

You walked away before Peter had a chance to respond or apologize again. You ended up skipping the classes you had with him that day so he never had another opportunity to talk to you. Knowing he had to do whatever it took to win you back, Peter showed up at your apartment door wearing his best apology.

“Oh my God.” You groaned when you opened your door and saw who it was.

“That’s on your for opening the door without looking through the peephole.” Peter mumbled out of the corner of his mouth.

“Are you joking?”

“No, I’m sorry. I was trying to break the ice.”

“Go away, Peter. We broke up.” You whined and started to close the door.

“I know we broke up. But I really think you should reconsider.” Peter said as he held the door open with his hand. You tried to close it again but he was stronger.

“I’m not gonna reconsider this, Peter. You think this was easy for me? I didn’t want to break up with you but you pushed me to it. It’s hard enough so please, stop making it harder. Just let me go.”

“But-“

You cut him off by closing the door in his face. Peter sighed in defeat but was not going to let a door stop him from getting you back. He swiftly left the building and scaled the side of it in an attempt to find your window. He quickly realized that buildings don’t have the floor numbers on the outside and ended up looking in a lot of strangers windows before finding yours. He saw you inside so you opened your window and tumbled into your bedroom.

“Oh my God. What the fuck? How did you even get out there?” You gasped in surprise when you saw him falling through your window.

“I climbed.” He smiled sheepishly and brushed himself off.

“You climbed? 5 stories?” You folded your arms skeptically.

“Yes. I can do that sort of thing.” Peter answered honestly as he approached you.

“You are such a liar. I can’t believe I put up with this for so long. If you think climbing five stories up the fire escape is gonna make me fake you back then-“

Peter cut you off by shooting a web at your hip and pulling you closer to him. You stumbled into his arms as he caught you with ease and looked around in bewilderment over how he managed to do such a thing.

“What the hell?” You whispered and looked at the web on your hip, still not realizing what it was.

“I need you to stop being mad at me for two minutes and listen to me.” Peter said in an tone that made you give him your full attention. His heart raced knowing that this was the moment you’d finally know the truth but he wasn’t going to let anything stop him.

“Unbutton it.” He said and patted his flannel shirt.

“If you think we’re gonna make up with some hate sex then you are sadly mistaken.” You laughed and tried to get out of his arms.

“That’s not what I’m trying to do.” He whined. “I mean, if you wanna do that afterwards then I’m down, but that’s not what I’m doing now. Just unbutton my shirt. Please.”

You gave him a skeptical look but did as he asked. You could feel his heart pounded in his chest as you unbuttoned the first button, then the next two.

“Never trust an atom. They make up everything.” You read off his T shirt. “Why did I need to see this?”

“Oh fuck. I forgot to put it on.” Peter realized and looked down at where his Spiderman suit was supposed to be.

“Put what on?”

“My suit.”

“Why would you put a suit on underneath your clothes?”

“Not that kind of suit. My suit. My special suit.”

“Peter, I don’t know what you’re doing here but I don’t have time for this. Just go home.” You groaned and pulled out of his arms.

“I can’t go home. I can’t walk away knowing you’re not gonna look back at me. You and I not being together doesn’t make sense to me. This isn’t how our story is supposed to go. If I know anything at all for certain it’s that you and me are supposed to end up together. So no, I’m not going home. Not until I get you to understand.”

“Understand what?”

“Why I’ve been lying to you.”

“You’re gonna tell me the truth?” You stepped forward and dropped your defenses.

“Yes. I am. The truth is….” Peter trailed off and ripped open his shirt the rest of the way as he dramatically tilted his chin up. You stared at him for a long time as he stopped in that pose until you realized he wasn’t gonna move.

“Am I supposed to know what this means?” You deadpanned.

“Pretend I’m wearing Spider-Man’s suit under this shirt.” Peter whispered without changing his pose.

“Why would I pretend that?” You asked with genuine confusion. Peter slowly looked down at you and braced himself before saying his biggest secret out loud for the first time.

“Because I am Spiderman.” He said and waited for your reaction. You stared at him for a long time before letting out a laugh.

“You are so full of shit to the point where I am legitimately concerned.”

“What? I’m telling you the truth. That’s why I have to leave at a moments notice and can never stay the night. And why I’m always beaten up. Because for the past 4 years, I have been New Yorks very own vigilante, Spiderman.” Peter said proudly and did another hero-esque pose.

“Uh huh. And I’m Batman.” You replied sarcastically.

“Oh my God, are you actually?”

“No! And neither are you!” You exclaimed. “If you’re not gonna tell me the truth, then just get out of-“

Peter cut you off by shooting a web at your closet door and pulling it shut. This time, you could see the web clearly and recognized what it was.

“How did you…” You trailed off and touched the web in amazement.

“Web shooters. I used them on you before too. I made them myself, see?” Peter said and showed you the shooters on his wrist. You hesitantly reached out to touch them and ran a careful finger along the delicate technology.

“Why the fuck wouldn’t you show me this instead of opening your shirt?” You looked up to ask him.

“I wanted to be theatric.” Peter mumbled in embarrassment. You cracked a smile and looked like you were about to forgive him when your face suddenly hardened.

“I need more proof. Anybody could make those. How do I know you’re the real Spiderman?”

“Because I can do this.” Peter said and casually jumped and stuck to the ceiling with his right hand.

“And this.” He added and brought the rest of his body to the ceiling so that he could crawl across your room. He crawled over your head and dropped down to the floor as you watched with a dropped jaw.

“And sometimes this if a stretch.” Peter prefaced before attempting a backflip. Instead, he landed right on his back with a hard thud.

“Peter?” You gasped and went to see if he was okay.

“I didn’t stretch.” He groaned and rubbed his aching body.

“Oh my God. You’re ridiculous.” You chuckled and helped him off the floor.

“But do you believe me now?” Peter smiled hopefully.

“I kinda have to believe you now.”

“I just hope you know I’d never cheat on you or intentionally keep things from you. This is just something that I had to navigate completely on my own and I had no rules to go by. I was making it up as I went and I thought it would be best if nobody knew. Ned only knows because he accidentally found out. Same with May. I would’ve told you sooner if I knew how much it was gonna affect our relationship. Just please believe that I never meant for it to hurt you.” Peter said as he put his hands on your shoulders.

“Why didn’t you tell me all of this before?” You asked as tears from being overwhelmed fell down your face.

“Because I have no idea what kind of people are gonna come after me because of this. But I do know the number one person they could use to hurt me is you. I didn’t want to risk something happening to you if my enemies knew you were my girlfriend. So I figured if you didn’t know you were dating Spiderman, no one would know Spiderman was dating you.”

“You have enemies?” Your eyes softened as thought about your sweet boyfriend having people actively targeting him.

“Not like arch nemeses who sit in their evil lairs and plot my downfall like Mojo Jojo or Doofenshmirtz or something. But I have had to fight some pretty bad guys. I even fought one in space.” Peter shyly admitted.

“You’ve been to space?!”

“Just the once. And then I died or whatever.” Peter tried to make it sound casual so you wouldn’t freak out. You ran your fingers through your hair and gave them a stressful tug as you processed everything you were hearing.

“How long did you say you’ve been like this?” You asked him.

“I was bitten by a radioactive spider when I was 16. So four years now.”

“I’ve known you for 6 years.”

“Yeah. Since freshman year.” He smiled at the memory of meeting you his first day of high school.

“You’ve been lying to me for over half of them.” You said quietly, making Peters smile drop.

“Wait, what? I thought you were forgiving me.” Peters heart stopped when he realized you were still upset.

“Forgive you? For keeping this huge part of your life from me for years and letting it effect our relationship?”

“But…but I told you the truth.” Peter said weakly.

“Yeah, after telling me a million lies. And I had to break up with you to get the truth out of you. Seriously Peter, how many times do you think you’ve had to lie to me over the years just to keep this secret?”

“A lot.” He admitted.

“Exactly. I mean, what did you expect Peter? That you could just walk in here and tell me this and I’d just forget about all the pain your lies have caused me?”

“But you said if I told you the truth then we would be okay.” Peter reminded you as he started to tear up.

“That was before I knew that all your lying was because of a much much bigger lie.”

“I was only lying to you to protect you. I was trying to prevent something bad happening to you because of this thing that happened to me. I didn’t ask to be this way. And you definitely didn’t sign up for it either. So I just wanted to keep you as far away from it as possible so that you could live the normal life that I no longer get to have.”

“All I can think about right now is all the special events that you missed or the cancelled dates that I spent time planning and how you weren’t there.”

“I wanted to be there.” Peter shouted.

“But you weren’t!” You shouted back. “And I’ve had no idea why until now! You’ve made me feel like I was an afterthought for years now. All my friends call you a flake. They told me to break up with you every time I called them crying because you were gonna miss another important event. So sorry if you thought that telling me your secret would make me forget all of that, but it doesn’t. I remember the pain all too well.”

“I did not miss that much.” Peter insisted.

“Oh really? You weren’t at my 17th or my 20th birthday. You missed me speaking at our high school graduation. You stood me up on prom night and for the homecoming dance-“

“Okay, okay. I get it.” He cut you off. “But I only missed those events because I was off saving the world.”

“Then you should focus on that. Don’t let me stop you.” You said with a sad shrug. You weren’t saying it to be mean, but to be realistic.

“Lover, please. It’s us. We can’t be over.” Peter quietly pleaded as he tried to take your hand.

“It’s for the best, Peter. I won’t be a distraction to you anymore. You can live your double life without ever having to worry about who it’s hurting again. And I won’t have to live as your second choice anymore. We both win.” You said as you pulled your hand out of his.

“Win?” He laughed sadly. “I see this as an absolute loss.”

“So do I.” You mumbled and kept you eyes on the floor.

Peter looked down at the web shooters on his wrists and thought back to when he believed telling you the truth would fix everything. He never would’ve guessed that the truth wasn’t enough. He wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to juggle being Spiderman and having a girlfriend and now he didn’t have to wonder.

“This isn’t what I wanted.” He said quietly, mostly to himself.

“Me either.” You admitted

“So why are we breaking up? Can’t we just agree to disagree and move on?” Peter begged as he wiped his tears from his face.

“You don’t think fights like this will come up all the time? You’re still gonna be leaving me every night and I’m still gonna resent it. This isn’t something we can just agree to disagree on. Think about it, it’ll only get worse if we’re older. We can ignore this now but if we decided to get married and start a family one day, how do you think our kids would feel about their dad never being a consistent presences in their life? As someone who is constantly getting ditched by you, I already know that I never want my kids to feel that way. I think that if we really love each other, we have to accept that we aren’t right for each other.”

“Can’t we just date for the rest of college and then go our separate ways after that? It’s not like we’re gonna be trying to have kids anytime soon.” Peter asked in an last attempt to get you to stay with him.

“I can’t keep dating you when I know one day it’s gonna end. I can’t have a deadline for our relationship hanging over my head. We need to end this now before we feel like can never walk away from each other.”

“I already feel that way.” Peter said and started to cry harder. You wanted to wrap your arms around him and tell him it was going to be okay, but you weren’t sure that it would. Instead, you held yourself in your arms and tried to hold back your tears.

“I’m sorry, Peter. I would’ve loved you for the rest of my life. And I still love you now. But I can’t keep letting you in just for you to go again. You need to stay gone this time. It’s over. I’m done.” You said as you sadly shook your head. Peter looked into your eyes and held your gaze for a long time until he came to terms with the fact that he wasn’t going to change your mind. He nodded his head and wiped his face before walking towards your door. He was about to open it and leave before turning to look at you.

“If I had never been bitten, would we still be together?” He asked you. You gave him a sympathetic smile and nodded your head.

“I can’t imagine anything else that could make me walk away from you.” You answered him honestly. Peter nodded again and left your room before you could see him fully break down. Once he was out in your hallway, he covered his mouth with his hand and ran out of your apartment as tears gushed out of his eyes.

Exactly a week later, a week that had no contact between you and Peter, Peter heard a knock at his window. He curiously went over to it and pulled up his blinds to see you sitting out on his fire escape. Peter immediately opened the window and let you in, heart pounding in his ears the whole time. You sheepishly pulled a bouquet of poppies, Peters favorite flower, out from behind your back and handed it to him.

“You’re here?” Peter asked in disbelief as he took the flowers.

“I climbed.”

“Really? All that way?”

“You live on the first floor.” You reminded him. “It was just that one flight of stairs up the fire escape.”

“What are you doing here?” Peter asked as he looked down at the flowers.

“I realized something.” You said with a soft smile.

“What did you realize?”

“I was thinking about you missing my graduation speech. I was not thinking about you missing your graduation.” You began. Peter opened his mouth to respond but shut it when he realized he hadn’t thought about that either. He felt so guilty about missing your speech that he never had time to be upset over missing his own high school graduation.

“I also wasn’t thinking about how you made me put on my cap and gown and sneak into the school with you that night so that I could give the speech again.”

“I wanted to hear it.” Peter smiled softly.

“I know you did. The same way you snuck into my room with a candle stuck in an Oreo so that you could sing to me after missing my 17th birthday party.” You smiled at the memory. Peter smiled in return and started to grow hopeful that you were forgiving him. His hopes got higher when you took both his hands in yours.

“If you were a different man, you would’ve continued to live your life the way you wanted. You would’ve embraced the cool new features and ignored that responsibilities that came with them. But that’s not you, Peter. You’ve never been the kind of guy who just stands to the side and let’s other people take care of a problem. If you have any opportunity to help, you take it. And if you don’t have an opportunity, you create one for yourself. That’s who you are. That’s who you’ve always been. And that’s one of the things I love most about you. It would be wrong of me to expect you to change that part of yourself for my sake. So yeah, I wish you made it to my birthday and yeah I wish you heard my graduation speech the first time. But maybe saving someone’s life is a little more important than me.” You said with a teasing smile.

“Maybe just a little.” He chuckled. You laughed in return before looking at him for a long time. You knew it was going to be hard, but you knew it was going to be worth it. After all, it was Peter. And you loved Peter.

Peter stayed perfectly still as you moved your hands and placed them on either side of his face. You brought your forehead to rest against his and stayed in comfortably silence for a moment until Peter broke down crying. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close as he thanked every entity he could think of for be able to keep you.

“I’m sorry I got so mad at you.” You mumbled against his chest.

“No, it’s okay. I don’t know how I would’ve reacted to this either. I gave you a lot to process.”

“You did. And now that I’ve had time to think about it, I know what I want and what I don’t want.” You said as you pulled away a little so that you could look at him.

“What do you not want?” Peter gulped and braced himself for the worse.

“Well I know you’ve had to sacrifice a lot because of this. And I don’t want to be another sacrifice you have to make.”

“But what about what you said about resenting me constantly leaving you? Or me never being there for our kids?”

“I won’t resent you if I know you’re out there saving people’s lives. I’ll be lonely, sure, but I’ll understand that you have more important places to be.”

“What about our kids?”

“We’ll figure that out when we get there. But I’m pretty sure they’d be okay if they knew their daddy was off saving the world.”

“And what about us? Are we okay?” Peter asked and held his breath until he heard the answer.

“It’s us. We’ll always be okay.” You shrugged before giving Peter a warm smile. Peter let out a huge sigh of relief and felt his heart become whole again. All of his sacrifices felt like they were paying off now that he knew he had you and you weren’t going anywhere. He made a silent vow that he would make more of an effort to make you feel like a priority now that your relationship had gone through and survived the great war. He would always make his hero duties his top priority, but he would never let you feel neglected again.

“It’s been a week without you, lover, and I’ve been miserable. Can I please kiss you?” He asked for permission first, just like the first time.

“Yeah, Spiderman.” You called him for the first time. “Get over here and kiss me.”

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nomazee · 9 months

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haii :3

could you write how shinsou would take care of a reader when they are sick :0

i’ve been a little sick this week so this would really cheer me up :D

pairing: shinsou hitoshi x reader

word count: ~800

content: sickfic AGUGHHH, friends-to-lovers slash unspecified relationship could be established could be not, cutesy, literally just fluff, vague mentions of puking etc typical sickness stuff

this was such a cute request omg thank you for sending it in! i hope u feel better much love! i decided to do this in bullet point format!

ALSO IM SO SORRY GUYSSS IM GETTING THROUGH REQUESTS SO SLOWLY <//3 i promise i will try to get as many of them done as i can but many of them are like long-fic format so they will take me a bit FEEL FREE TO SEND REQUESTS IF U STILL WANT TO!!! rules are linked here!

OK SO

you're both in the gen ed department + living in the dorms

it's the middle of the week and you've been feeling ROUGH for the entire week but just haven't had the time to focus on yourself between studies and everything

shinsou and you are in your math class sitting together at a two-person desk while your teacher lectures

you're super dizzy even while sitting down, there's a sheen of sweat on your forehead and you feel way too hot overall, you're holding back a coughing fit because you know if you let it happen you're gonna end up puking everywhere

the bell finally rings signaling the end of class and the start of lunch and you can't bring yourself to stand up at all

shinsou is packing up next to you and doesn't really notice your unmoving form until he's slinging his backpack over his shoulder and looking down at you, expecting to see you packed and ready to go but you.... look like you're dying

"you good, man?"

"ghf.......gh...m......"

"alright"

he packs up your stuff for you because he's secretly a SWEETHEART and carries your bag and pulls you up by your elbow with a big sigh

"guess i gotta take you to recovery girl now"

"do NOT take me to recovery girl..."

it's not like you have anything against recovery girl but it's not like she would be able to help you with a sickness and she'd end up giving you a bed to sleep on or just send you to your dorm to rest anyways

you just want to sleep in the comfort of YOUR bed already

you tell that to shinsou and urge him to just walk you to your dorm before you throw up on his shoes

he tells you that the teachers will think you're skipping class but you flutter your lashes at him (it probably looks more like you're seizing with how sick you are) and say something like "you'll cover for me, right?"

he rolls his eyes but. yes. he will cover for you. (he's whipped)

walks you to your dorm with an arm around your shoulders and you try not to collapse from both ur fever and the feeling of him walking so close

your delusions are running rampant in this HEAT

walks you alllll the way to your room and helps you lay back in your bed, pulls the covers over you and everything and your hands are TWITCHING because you wanna kiss him so bad but you'd end up puking all over him in this state

leaves your room for a bit and comes back with an ice pack wrapped in a towel to put on ur forehead and hot tea mixed w honey for when you're ready to drink something

puts the ice pack over ur forehead with a gentleness you've never seen from him before and you're like dying and clawing at the sheets trying not to scream with how in love u are with this guy

"you should go back to lunch man you're not gonna have enough time to eat"

"you're on the verge of death and that's what you're worried about"

"I'M NOT DYING"

stays with you until there's like 5 minutes left in the lunch period and he (unfortunately) HAS to leave

you're holding back a whine because yeah you feel guilty that he wasted his lunch time taking care of you but also... stay here forever?!?! duh?!?!

he notices the hesitant look in ur eyes while he stands up and takes his bag with him and sighs and rolls his eyes all fake-annoyed before leaning down and kissing your cheek and you hold back the urge to swing and punch him because he CAN'T JUST DO THAT AND THEN LEAVE???

"i know you can't stand a minute without me but i promise i'll be back the minute classes are over"

"i'm gonna set an alarm to make sure you're telling the truth about that"

"you can count on me"

you sleep for like the rest of the day and only wake up when you hear your door opening and smell soup and there's totally no way shinsou made that for you except he definitely did because when you ask about the soup his ears are flushed and you're literally gonna kiss him if he doesn't stop being so hot

overall shinsou would be so soft with you in his stupid sarcastic way and tease you about getting sick because he's a JERK but also a cutie so you let him get away with it

would definitely spend the rest of the day sleeping in your bed with you and then also get sick and force you to make him homemade soup (it's only fair, he argues)

#shinsou x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #hitoshi x reader #shinsou hitoshi headcanons #shinsou fluff #shinsou fic #guys how lojng has it been since i've written hcs/bullet point stuff #im otu of my element #this was so cute and fun to write though omfg #maybe i love... bullet poitn format...#also i REALLY AM SO SORRY ABOUT NOT GETTING TO REQUESTS i look like such a jerk for openign requests and then dipping but i am getting--#--through them slowly but surely #like they have all been started in some capacity i just havent finished them all #a lot of them were unspecified formats so i went crazy and started writing and they ended up being FULL LENGTH one shots and i #i have... no self control

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Shine On (4/16)

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Chapter 4: The Art of Profiling

Farrs Corner, Virginia February 20, 2015

The pizza that Fox Mulder ordered isn’t from a pizza place Jackson has ever heard of, like Domino’s or Pizza Hut, but it’s really good anyway. Or at least it tastes good to someone who hasn’t eaten all day. Jackson eats the first piece really quickly, then he grabs for a second without thinking, forgetting his manners. When he realizes what he’s done, he hesitates.

“Go for it,” the older man says, his eyes darting sharply back and forth between the pizza and Jackson’s face. “Eat as much as you want.”

Fox Mulder has been acting much more intense ever since Jackson told him about the red-headed lady.

Jackson’s tired, and he has only barely skimmed the surface of the man’s difficult mind, but he can tell that the guy’s stunned by the news. Fox Mulder’s mind is channeling down a dozen different paths right now: fast, mazelike thoughts, like bobsleds going down tracks. A current of sharp worry running through like a winter chill.

It’s honestly exhausting to try to figure out. Jackson closes off the shine for now, takes another big bite of pizza. This sausage is a little spicy, which is exactly how he likes it.

“I have a lot of questions for you,” Fox Mulder says, his voice low. “I don’t want to overwhelm you. But I … gotta ask some of them.”

Jackson nods reluctantly, his mouth full. He doesn’t feel like answering questions at all. Still, he supposes the more he gets out of the way, the better.

“You said you have visions,” the man says, setting his own piece of pizza down. “Do you have other … abilities?”

Jackson studies him cautiously as he finishes chewing his bite of pizza. He’s not in the habit of discussing what he can do. It’s only really ever been trouble when he has, so he’s almost instinctively secretive about it. But things are different now. And Fox Mulder, well, he seems to know all about this kind of thing.

“Yeah,” Jackson says carefully. “I do.”

The man runs his hand over his mouth. Jackson notices he’s only eaten half of his slice of pizza. Either he’s not hungry, or he’s too distracted.

“You can read thoughts,” Fox Mulder guesses, leaning back, speaking with certainty. He folds his hands in front of him. “You can focus on other people’s thoughts. Not just one person, but several at once.”

Jackson sets his slice of pizza down in shock. “How did you know that?”

“You can move objects, too.”

Jackson blinks at him. “I have been able to do that. Some. I could do it easier when I was little.”

“What else?”

“I can, like, change people’s perceptions. What they see. Not for forever, just for a little while. So, if I, like, need a distraction in class or something, I can make the teacher think someone opened the door and mooned us. Stupid stuff like that.”

Fox Mulder looks undeniably fascinated. “Wow,” he says. “Interesting.” He taps his fingers on the table. Jackson doesn’t have to use his shine to see that the man is thinking this over. “So does that mean you could effectively shapeshift? If you wanted to?”

“Yeah,” admits Jackson. “At least I can make other people think I look like someone else.”

“Huh,” the man says, squinting thoughtfully. He tilts his head, looking at Jackson again. “Are you reading my mind right now?”

“No,” Jackson says honestly.

“Why not?”

“I’m tired,” Jackson says. “It’s work, sometimes. And no offense, but you’re kind of complicated and hard.”

Fox Mulder chuckles. “I don’t know if I should take offense at that or not.”

“I did read your mind earlier,” Jackson confesses. “And the red-haired lady …. she was really easy. I hardly had to try with her at all. It was like her thoughts just flew at me. I was wondering if that was because she was my birth mom. Do you think that could be right?”

The man stares at him blankly, not directly answering. “Her name is Dana Scully.”

“Dana Scully,” repeats Jackson.

“Have you ever heard that name before?”

“No,” Jackson says. “I don’t think so.”

“Did your parents tell you anything about your birth parents? Who they were, where you were from?”

“I don’t think they knew anything about them,” Jackson says. “It was a closed adoption.”

Fox Mulder nods, scratching his chin. “Yeah,” he says. It’s like a cloud of sadness has fallen over him. “Yeah, it would have been.” He fixes Jackson with a curious look. “Do you … have any questions for me? About any of this?”

“Uh. Sure.” Jackson looks around the room, slowly, as if the best question to ask might be scrawled on the walls. The faces peering out of the framed photos draw his attention again, but it’s all so much. He looks away, back at the box of pizza in front of them instead. “Is it… okay if I have another slice, Mr. Mulder?”

The man laughs a little, crossing his arms. “You can just call me Mulder.”

“I think I’m eating more than you, Mulder,” Jackson points out seriously. “It doesn’t seem fair. It’s your pizza.”

“I told you, eat as much as you want.”

Jackson feels like he has been polite enough. He shrugs. “Thanks,” Jackson says, taking another slice.

“Jackson,” Mulder says, watching him eat, his voice suddenly too casual. “Do you have any idea who your birth father is?”

Jackson picks up his piece of pizza and studies it, pulling off a particularly delicious-looking piece of sausage and sampling it. “Well,” he says, through a mouthful, “I’ve got a guess. Based on certain clues. But I don’t know for sure.”

“Clues you’ve read in people’s minds? Or clues you’ve noticed?”

Jackson shrugs again. “Both, I guess.” He gives Mulder a look, raising his eyebrows.

There’s a pause.

“What clues?”

“Well, I’m not stupid,” Jackson says matter-of-factly. “That woman, Dana Scully, was here, fighting with you. Lots of big feelings. Then, the way you’re acting now. Like you think I’m a brand new iPhone and you can’t stop looking at me. And how you seem to know things about me. That’s a bunch of clues.”

Mulder has been sitting with his arms crossed, and he hasn’t moved the entire time Jackson’s been talking. But now Jackson can see a tear sprouting in his eye. It surprises him. Wayne Van De Kamp, his father, would never have cried in front of him. Mulder blots it with his sleeve, and Jackson sees his hands are shaking, too.

Maybe he shouldn’t have said that so carelessly, kind of flippantly. It’s obviously a big deal to Mulder. Really, truthfully, it’s a big deal to Jackson, too—something he’s wondered about his whole life. But right now he just can’t have everything feel like a big deal all at once. Or he’ll explode or something.

He meets the man’s damp eyes.

“Yeah,” Mulder says roughly, trying to smile. “Okay. A lot of clues.” He pauses, uncrosses his arms, places his hands on the table. “I get the sense you can’t handle a lot more emotional drama right now, Jackson, and I get that, I really do. Believe it or not, I’ve been in that place myself.”

Jackson’s speechless. It’s like the man read his mind, but that’s not possible.

“I just want to say, we can talk about it whenever you want to,” Mulder adds. “No pressure.”

Jackson nods his head up and down, licking his lips nervously.

***

After dinner, they go back into the part of the room with the couch, which is surrounded by all the messy piles of books. Jackson sits on the floor and starts picking up volumes curiously. “The Art of Profiling?” he says. “Is that an art book?”

“No,” Mulder says with a smile, trying to kick piles out of the way. “It’s psychological profiling. Like for criminals.”

“Oh,” Jackson says, making a connection. “Like on Criminal Minds.”

“What’s that? A TV show?”

“Yeah,” Jackson says. “My parents love it. It’s about a team of FBI agents who profile dangerous criminals.” An exciting thought occurs to him. “Wait, is that what you did?”

“Yes,” Mulder says. “No. Kind of. I was a profiler, years and years ago. But then I was put on the X-files, where I investigated cases that had unexplainable, supernatural associations.”

“That’s why you have books like this,” Jackson says. He lifts the book Sasquatch: Diverse Perspectives. “Or this?” Extraterrestrial Abductions Beyond the Media.

“Yeah,” Mulder says, a self-deprecating shrug. “That’s right.”

“That’s badass,” Jackson says, a root of an idea occurring to him. He belatedly realizes his mistake. “I mean, that’s cool. Very cool,” he corrects himself.

“It was badass,” Mulder agrees, seemingly unaffected by Jackson’s profanity. “Although… it could be difficult. We went through a lot, working on the X-files. Scully and me.”

Jackson absorbs this information. “So you and Dana Scully worked together on the X-files. In the F.B.I.. That’s how you knew one another?”

“We were partners,” Mulder says with quiet precision, like this sentence is very important.

They’re just three words—we were partners—but Jackson can tell they tell an entire complicated story the length of a book or more. His shine cries out to be used, but Jackson pushes it aside.

“Mulder,” Jackson says slowly. “Is it a coincidence that you and my birth mom worked on these X-files … and that I have these abilities?”

“No, Jackson,” Mulder says, sighing heavily. “It’s probably not a coincidence.” He sits on the couch, looking down at Jackson still sitting on the floor. “There are things that both of us were exposed to that could have … caused the abilities.”

“But you guys don’t have them yourselves, right?”

“No. Not like you.”

It’s a frustrating answer. “Not like me? Or not at all?”

“Some things I want to wait to talk to you about,” Mulder replies. “Until we’ve had a chance to talk to your mother, too.”

Your mother.

Jackson inhales sharply, the words sending an unexpected shock through him.

“I meant Scully, of course,” Mulder says quickly, noticing his reaction. “I’m sorry.”

“Dana Scully isn’t my mother,” Jackson says with emphasis. “I have a mother.”

“I know.” Mulder’s eyes look impossibly sad. “I’m sorry, Jackson. I know.”

“I’m not looking to replace my parents,” Jackson says tightly. “That’s not why I’m here or what this is about. They’ll always be my parents. I love them.”

Mulder appears to sink further into the couch. “Yeah,” he says. “I can tell you do.”

Jackson looks down quickly at the stack of books again, playing silently with the cover of Criminology Through The Ages. He knows he shouldn’t have gotten angry. He knows Mulder didn’t mean anything by it, and he’s having to struggle with his shine now to keep from sensing any bad feelings or thoughts coming off of Mulder.

It’s just Jackson feels almost disloyal, sitting here talking to this man, learning this information about his birth parents’ lives, when his parents just died. When they probably died because of him.

“Jackson.” Mulder’s voice is kind. “What were they like? Your parents. Do you want to … tell me about them? I don’t know anything about them.”

Jackson pauses, still staring at the book in his hand. “Yeah,” he says. He tries to find the right words. He has to be the person who remembers them, who speaks for them to the world now. “They were … they weren’t anything like me. But they were great.”

Mulder waits patiently, his soft eyes on Jackson. Jackson puts the book back carefully on top of a pile.

“My dad was the shop teacher at Rawlins High School. He was good at woodworking, cabinetry. He was always trying to teach me.”

“Were you good at it, too?”

“No,” Jackson says with a tiny smile. “I was really, really bad at it.”

“Oh yeah?” Mulder echoes the tiny smile.

“I couldn’t cut straight. I forgot to measure,” Jackson says, shaking his head. “I was always disappointing him.”

“Not really,” Mulder guesses softly.

“No,” Jackson agrees, just as softly. “Not really.” He’s quiet, thinking more about his goofy, sweater-vested dad. “He was always cheerful. He thought you should look on the positive side of things, you know? Really into baseball. He coached my Little League team for a while.”

“That’s good,” Mulder says encouragingly. “It’s good to play sports.” He’s quiet, too. “And your mom?”

“Her job was running the church preschool,” Jackson says. “She was always singing. She loved holiday decorations, and to cook and bake.” He feels tears threatening. “She is just … she was a really good mom to me. Like, she hugged me all the time. I acted like I didn’t like it, but I did.”

“I’m glad she did that,” Mulder whispers. “I’m so glad.”

“She was really Christian. Really into church. They both were.”

“You were raised religious?”

“Yeah,” Jackson says. “Lutheran.” He glances at Mulder wryly. “But I was really bad at that, too.”

Mulder returns the look. “I’m not very good at that myself,” he says. “Scully’s religious, in her own way. But I’ve never been … that kind of believer. It’s just never made sense to me”

Something warm blooms in Jackson at being understood in this way. It’s never made sense to him, either.

“What are you good at?” Mulder asks. His tone is gentle, but Jackson’s shine is suddenly alert, suddenly aware of what’s underneath the man’s exterior. Mulder is hungry to know more about him, desperate for any detail. His need is so overwhelming, Jackson closes the door on it quickly.

“I don’t know,” Jackson says casually. “I’m good at math, I guess. Math comes easy to me.”

Mulder’s face lights up. “Scully’s amazing at math.” Looking over at Jackson, he seems to regret his words. His scolding to himself shines through. —stop making everything he says about me and Scully. “Sorry. You’re telling me about yourself.”

“I like to run,” Jackson continues. “I’m pretty fast, and I think I’m a good distance runner. I was thinking maybe I’d try out for the track team in high school.” He pauses. “But I guess I’m not going to high school now.”

“Come on,” Mulder says. “Of course you’re going to high school. Your life isn’t over.”

“I’m most likely going to prison,” Jackson mumbles darkly.

“Nah. Not going to happen.”

“I don’t even know where I’m going to live,” Jackson adds. “Where I’m going to stay tonight.”

“You’re obviously going to stay here tonight,” Mulder insists. “After that, we’ll figure it out.”

The lightning-fast image of a school building with a sign— Farrs Corner High School—and then another fast image, the two of them, Mulder and Jackson, running side by side on a country road, a road that looks a lot like the road right outside the farmhouse. Then almost instantly, more scolding in Mulder’s mind: Way ahead of yourself. Stop it. Haven’t even told Scully. Need to confirm.

“How will we confirm?” Jackson asks quickly. “What does that mean?”

Mulder’s eyebrows shoot up. “That’s going to take some getting used to.”

“Sorry,” Jackson says. “That was kind of rude of me, probably.”

“I have to remind myself you’re listening,” Mulder says with a small smile.

“I normally try to hide it more,” Jackson says. He stands up, stepping around the books to sit next to Mulder on the couch. “But I mean … what’s the point if you already know, right?”

“I was just thinking that before we introduce you to Scully, we should run DNA,” Mulder says. “Yours against mine. To confirm it.”

“Why?” Jackson says, frowning. “You don’t believe me?”

“Can’t you tell that I believe you?”

Jackson sighs. “Yeah, I think you do.” He kicks out his long legs and leans his head back against the back of the couch. “But like I said, you’re not the easiest.”

“The people that Scully and I used to be involved with,” Mulder says, “were the kind of people who would go to extremes. Even extremes like convincing a kid his birth mother was someone she wasn’t. Like planting ideas into people’s heads. I don’t think you’re lying, but I think it would be smart to know for sure.”

Jackson swings his head to look at Mulder. “Who were these people?”

Mulder regards him with a troubled expression. “I’ll answer that, Jackson. But I think you need to answer this, too: who drove you here? To Virginia?”

“I told you,” Jackson says, folding his arms defensively, “I can’t tell you that.”

“Why?” Mulder’s eyebrows draw together in concern. “It worries me a little. Did the person who drove you ask you not to tell me?”

“Yeah, they did,” Jackson admits. “But I don’t think they’re one of these bad people you’re talking about. They were just trying to help me.”

“But Jackson,” Mulder says urgently, “you need to understand that—”

“You’re just going to have to trust me,” Jackson insists, and his voice sounds younger than he intends. “Please. Just trust me.”

Mulder rubs his temple with one finger. “Okay,” he says simply. “I can do trust.” He leans forward on his forearms. “But still, Jackson, I think we gotta do the DNA test. If you’re not … the person we think you are—and who Scully thinks you are, it would be too hard for her.”

“She’s been wanting to see me that bad?”

Mulder is surprised. “Of course she has. Of course.”

“But it was a closed adoption. Her choice.”

Mulder opens and closes his mouth, again seeming not to know what to say. “Since the second she let you go,” he says, his voice strained, “she’s been wanting to see you again.”

Jackson’s shine pulls in an image then of a baby in a crib, crying, and then the woman Mulder calls Scully, younger, crying and crying, inconsolable.

It’s all too sad, and Jackson is sad already.

“Okay. DNA test tomorrow then,” Jackson says, shrugging. “No big deal.”

“Great,” Mulder says, standing up. “Now I thought I’d show you where you’ll be sleeping if you want. I’ll have to put sheets on the guest bed first. Maybe you can help me. This place used to be a little more organized when Scully lived here.”

“You have a guest room, huh?” Jackson says. “Fancy.”

“Yeah,” Mulder says in a strange voice. “It’s just an extra bedroom. Small. Not too fancy.”

It was supposed to be your room. In case we got you back somehow. Mulder’s thoughts are suddenly and unexpectedly clear.

“Then I guess I better sleep in it,” Jackson responds flatly, following along behind him.

***

#xfiles fanfic #the x files #x files fanfic #fox mulder #dana scully #x files #xf fanfic #msr #jackson van de kamp

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gaytrashgoblin · 4 months

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The Unexpected

Merry Pitchmas @anotherbechloeshipper! Kind of wild that I've gotten you for this more than once now, but happy holidays Amy!!

The unexpected. That was, by its very nature, what Beca was never quite prepared for. She, in her late teens and now early 20s, outwardly portrayed herself as a pretty chill person- someone who rolls with the punches as easily as they breathe. But the truth is that Beca wants nothing more than to be prepared in any situation outside of music. She hates when things are out of her control, but she’s learning, more and more, that sometimes the unexpected can be better than any scenario she could have expected or even planned for.

After many months at Barden, nearing the holidays to be specific, she had not only joined an acapella group, like seriously?, but made rather close bonds with two of the members. Namely one of her captains, Chloe Beale, and perhaps the most unexpected one, fellow freshman Stacie Conrad. While Chloe had made it her mission to befriend her, Stacie had been more of a silently acquired friendship that neither of them outwardly spoke of. Over the course of about a month, Stacie and Beca both learned, slowly but surely, that they both, quite frequently, get told that they are not anything like what people expect of them based on their looks. The two grew quite close rather quickly, the friendship starting with knowing looks when someone made comments regarding them to outwardly defending each other to outsiders. This strange relationship, while unexpected, proved its worth in spades during all the nights spent together studying, venting, and sharing things about themselves that they haven’t with others.

Beca’s relationship with Chloe was different than the one she had with Stacie. There was a… tension between her and Chloe. Beca honestly didn’t want to admit to herself what the tension was, despite knowing very clearly what it was, before she accidentally mentioned it to Stacie one night and had to face the facts. She has a giant toner for Chloe. In turn, after seeing how uncomfortable the admission had made Beca, Stacie admitted to her own toner for none other than Chloe’s best friend, Aubrey Posen. Beca’s face had scrunched in distaste before relaxing, shrugging and saying “I mean, yeah I can see you two working,” and that was that.

Beca is snapped, literally, out of her musing by Aubrey’s hand in her face.

“Earth to ear monstrosities! Did you hear any of what I just said?”

“Ear monstrosities to ground control, what the hell do you want now?” Beca says, doing her best imitation of an astronaut, earning her a few laughs from the Bellas.

“Haha. Very funny. We were divvying up responsibilities for the Chrsitm-Apella party. The Trebles are hosting, so they are in charge of-” Beca mostly focuses on the conversation after Chloe winks at her, forcing her to focus on literally anything to try and stop her face from getting as red as Santa’s suit. She looks at her phone as she receives a notification and swears under her breath.

“Sorry to dip, but Luke is sick and asked me to run the station for the night.” She says as she gathers her stuff, leaving the auditorium after getting nods from Chloe and Aubrey. After they finish, Aubrey takes it upon herself to visit the station to let Beca know what she is responsible for in regards to the party, Stacie chasing after her.

“Hey, I’ll walk with you, I’m headed this way anyway,” Stacie says with a smile. They walk in comfortable silence until they reach the station. Aubrey glances around, not having been there before, while Stacie walks right in, greeting the girl at the front by name. Aubrey follows her with a slight frown.

“You know her?”

“Yeah, I come here and hang out with Bec pretty often, so,” Stacie responds.

“Oh,” Aubrey responds, a little cold. Before Stacie can comment, the two of them hear Jesse loudly talking to someone they can’t see.

“No, dude, it’s for sure gonna work! All I gotta do is get Beca under the mistletoe and kiss her, then she’ll totally fall for me,” he says, gesturing wildly. Aubrey glances at Stacie, as if waiting for a response. All Stacie does is huff a little laugh and shake her head.

“Are you not going to say anything to that?” Aubrey asks incredulously. Stacie raises an eyebrow.

“No? I know he doesn’t have a chance with her, no matter what he does. Actually, it might be funny if he tries that, Beca will probably punch him,” she says with another little laugh. Jesse continues lamenting to whoever he was talking to, and Aubrey stomps over.

“Hey! Have a little respect, would you? Even I know that Beca has rejected your advances before, no means no! Not to mention that she’s in a relationship!” She interjects at Jesse, startling him.

“Huh? You don’t know anything about it, Aubrey, she doesn’t even like you! And what do you mean relationship?”

“Her and Stacie!”

“What?!” Jesse yells and Stacie asks simultaneously.

“Ok, Aubrey has a point, Beca is absolutely not into you, but that’s not why. Beca and I are totally just friends,” she clarifies quickly.

“Wait, what? But, Chloe and I thought you were together, that’s why neither of us ever-” Aubrey cuts herself off suddenly. Stacie, sensing her embarrassment, pulls her away from Jesse to continue the conversation.

“That’s why you and Chloe never what?” She presses. Aubrey groans, putting her face in her hands.

“Well, I mean… we thought we were respecting your relationship by not… making a move on either of you…” she trails off, glancing at Stacie to gauge her reaction. Stacie grins salaciously.

“Oh? And who were you going to be making a move on?” Aubrey stutters, her face getting redder every second before muttering a ‘you,’ making Stacie’s grin grow. “Well, that works just fine for me. That gives me an idea, though.” Brushing some of Aubrey’s hair behind her ear, Stacie leans in close and whispers her plan. Aubrey, through her embarrassment, nods her agreement.

“Perfect. I’ll see you Friday, then, pretty girl,” Stacie says with a wink before turning to head toward the booth, Aubrey getting a breath of whatever shampoo Stacie uses as she goes, managing to turn and leave without falling over like a lovestruck teenager. Stacie, for her part, barges right into the booth and sits on the table, waiting for Beca to turn to her, as per their usual.

“Aubrey said you’re in charge of cups. Said ‘there’s no way she can fuck that up.’ But also, there’s this Italian place I’ve been meaning to try, so you’re coming with me Friday.”

“Alright, whatever,” Beca responds with an easy shrug, hanging out with Stacie isn’t unusual.

“And dress up a bit, its a little fancier than the usual places we go.” That makes Beca raise an eyebrow, to which Stacie just says to trust her. Again, Beca shrugs, then turns back to the task at hand.

Friday night, Beca finds herself outside Stacie’s dorm. Walking right in, Beca finds Stacie dressed to kill in a blue cocktail dress and black stilettos. Beca lets out a low whistle.

“Damn, Stace. Am I underdressed?” She asks, referring to her own button up and nice jeans with a pair of pumps. Stacie shakes her head.

“No, that should be good, you look hot.” Beca laughs as the two of them head out. They call an Uber and Stacie takes the opportunity to drop a bomb on Beca.

“So, we’re going on a double date,” she says casually. Beca’s head snaps over so fast her hair smacks Stacie.

“We’re what?!” She hisses, acutely aware of the fact that the driver is definitely listening to the gossip.

“I said what I said, Beca. We’re meeting some people there for a double date.” Beca’s eye twitches at how blase she is about this. “And before you ask, no, I won’t tell you who.” Both her eyes shut then as she lets out a long breath before resting her head against the back of the seat, fully resigned to her fate. Upon arriving at the restaurant, Beca trudges behind Stacie like a kid on the way to the doctor.

“Lighten up, would you,” Stacie says as she opens the door for them. Beca merely smiles sarcastically. “Hi, we’re meeting someone. The name should be Posen.” Beca’s head snaps up when Stacie tells the hostess that. Wait, Posen? That means that Aubrey is one of the people they’re meeting? Then… could the second person be-

“Hi, you look beautiful,” Stacie greets Aubrey when they get to the table. Beca’s brain short circuits when Stacie sits next to Aubrey, leaving her to sit next to Chloe, who looks like an actual angel in her green dress. Chloe is also stunned looking at Beca, but snaps out of it quicker to look over at Aubrey while Beca manages to sit.

“Bree! What is going on?”

“Well, funny story… When I went to the radio station to see Beca the other day, that obnoxious Treble was talking up a storm about how he was going to woo Beca, and I stormed over there to tell him how disrespectful it was of him to ignore Beca’s relationship like that…”

“My relationship?” Beca asks confusedly.

“Right, so, Chloe and I were under the impression that you and Stacie were together,” Aubrey clarifies before continuing her story. “Stacie reacted about the same as you, only, well, I may have said more than I intended to.”

“Wait, so you’re not together?” Chloe asks, gesturing between Stacie and Beca.

“Absolutely not. No offense, B. I’ve got my eye on someone else,” she says, winking at Aubrey, who promptly turns red.

“That means that it would be okay for me to ask you out on a date then, right?” Chloe asks, turning to look at Beca while biting her lip nervously.

“I- wha- you want to- I mean yeah,” Beca stutters, face now matching Aubrey’s.

“Virgins, the lot of you,” Stacie mutters under her breath, earning a gentle swat from Aurbrey. “I already told you it was a double date, Beca,” she says playfully.

“Just because you said so doesn’t mean that's what she wants,” Beca says quickly.

“It is,” Chloe says, grabbing Beca’s hand in her own. “What I want, I mean. I want it to be a date.”

“Me too,” she responds shyly, squeezing Chloe’s hand with a smile.

Once again, Beca has been presented with proof that your life, no matter how hard you may try, is never fully in your control, for everyone else is free to make their own decisions, which can throw a wrench in your plans. Whether for better or for worse. Though, it seems for Beca, all she’s been getting have been bonuses and upgrades. When she was shipped out to Georgia for school, she had planned on going one year and leaving, planned on spending as little time with her father as possible, planned on making absolutely no ties so that when the year was up she could reemerge from where she had firmly planted her head in the sand focused on her music. And yet, what she got was a renewed relation with her father, a group of girls that are quickly worming their way into her heart, a best friend who will be with her through thick and thin, and, apparently, love.

“Just because Chloe’s head over heels for you doesn’t mean you can change the setlist,” Aubrey says.

Well. Maybe not everything is unexpected.

#pitchmas 2023 #secret santa #bechloe #staubrey

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secretaccountlol · 2 years

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"Sex pollen? Nah sex gas, er liquid..?"

Hi, I'm back to give you new fanfic, I'm really happy with this one.

this was written with no pronouns (other than 'they' obvi), for the smut I do use female anatomy.'

This is based off of tasm and comicverse spiderman :)

Anyways! this 18+ but, the sex is like waaaayyy down the line, I'll even mark when the smut starts so you can skip the sex if you'd like :)

Okay CW time!: Swearing, drugging? (the sex pollen lol), mention of Gwen's death (gotta add that angst), praise kink, lil teasing, pet names n nicknames wounds/blood mentioned (not graphic!), switch peter, switch reader, mention of loving boobs.

Summary!: After you and spidey try to figure out how to reverse the effect of a new gas goblin has created but things go south.

She's a loooong one!! (forgive me if there are some mistakes, one-man band)

3,856 WORDS OF PURE WHOLESOMENESS (and smut) BABBYYY

As always please comment, reblog, and like! I might write a sequel if you do!

your journey awaits my love <3

You twist the knobs on the microscope, and carefully notes are scattered around the walls of your lab. “Ah? Busy bee hmm?” You shriek, tripping over your chair, and you embrace for a hard fall. “Shit shit shit- I am so sorry, I did NOT mean to scare you like that!” you look up, The masked hero cradled you in his arms, his white lenses widened in horror. “I-it’s okay!” You leap outta his arms dusting yourself off. “Just been a Lil jumpy since the villain kidnapped me and all, haha..” you turn away from the costumed man.

The whole reason you and spidey became friends recently is that you were kidnapped by Doc Ock. Somehow he got hold of some old studies of yours and thought he could use “another brilliant mind” of course you said no you weren’t gonna help with his evil conquests and then, well he kidnapped you, forcing you to help him kill Spider-Man. Then Spider-Man saved you but pretty banged up in the process, you felt pretty guilty so you decided to help him with his gear and occasionally with taking down criminals- with science of course!

“Right right, sorry again..” you shrugged, still not facing him, pretending to be busy scribbling away so he won’t see your flushed face. A light thud hit the table, “I bought us tacos from your favorite place” you smile, you only told him about that place when you were trying to keep him from passing out from blood loss. You had read somewhere that you should keep talking to a patient to keep them from flatling, you were surprised he still remember considering he was fading in and out of consciousness.

You turn to face him, “You only buy those when I’m gonna have to do extra hard work” you bite your lip as you speak, if he didn’t have a mask on you’d swear Spider-Man was checking you out.

“I-uhm! Yeah haha, I do actually have work for you” he pulls out a vial from behind his back (where the fuck did he even hide-?) handing it to you, and you examine it holding it up to the light. “What is it?”

Spidey tsked, pulling himself up on your desk to sit while pulling his mask up to chomp on a taco. “Well, it’s a liquid version of a gas the green goblin used today on a crowd of people when we were fighting.” He stated, swallowing a bit of taco. “Once they were sprayed they became incredibly violent. It took me 2 hours just to web everyone down!!” Your eyes widen and you put down the vial cautiously in a container. “It wore off after a while but, I think we should try to reverse engineer it, perhaps even make a calming spray to combat it..!” He pulls down his mask and dusts off his fingers. “Ready to get to work?” His white lenses half-lidded in question, you nod. “But first lemme eat some tacos I’m starving!”

You stretch, looking at all the progress you and the spider made. He had stepped out to do patrol, but he helped you make a lot of progress with the serum. Who knew he was so smart? You kinda assumed he was a jock, not like dumb, but not genius smart. You chew on your pencil, enough about Spidey, focus on the task at hand, Y/N. You stare blankly into the microscope again, the red liquid turned into a delectable bubblegum pink now. You and Spider-Man figured out a way to make the serum “attack” Serotonin receptors, effectively making it, well, a stronger “happy gas” to combat Goblin's next attack.

You fall back into your chair sighing heavily, and you stare at the ceiling. You wish you could talk to him more, spidey only really came when he needed to pick your brain, “because two geniuses are better than one!”. You chuckle to yourself, It’s almost been a full year of knowing him now, your eyebrows knit in the thought of the times you had to patch him up at the lab and occasionally at your house. It took a while for you to open up to him, considering he’s a superhero they tend to attract trouble so you tried not to be TOO involved, strictly business on your side. Of course that didn’t last long, he was too sweet for you to keep playing coy. Yes, the time you spent with him was little and far in between but every laugh and stupid story he told in that short time made you fall more and more.

you liked him, like like him.

You drag yourself up from the chair, scribbling the results of the serum before pouring the serum itself into a vial, sealing it. Not too long after you hear a THWIP! As you turn your head to face the masked man. “Hey look what the cat- holy shit are you okay?!” You run over to check on the wounded spider, you’ll never really get used to seeing him in pain like this. “D..Don’t worry, still kicking” he kinda groaned out as you helped him into the chair you were once sitting in. “Please don’t joke at times like this. Here sit like this it’ll keep pressure on your wound...” you quickly dismissed his remarks frantically looking for your first aid kit on your paper-filled desk. You could hear him shuffle a bit, you turn quickly to stop him, “Nononono don’t move if you do you’ll stop the pressure-!” Spider-Man pouts “You’ve patched me up before, I know” You lean on your desk about to scold him again when you lose your grip.

Suddenly Spider-Man lunges towards you, you instinctively close your eyes, you hear a crash, and suddenly you feel a cool liquid drip down your back. “Shitshitshit!” You open your eyes to see a terrified spider-man, no, you didn’t- you couldn’t have, shit the happy gas- Well liquid? Fell on you! You get knocked out of your state of shock by Spider-Man’s groans again, gripping his side. You rush over to him, “I’m fin- healing already, it's just a flesh wound.” His hands whip towards you pressing his hands on your arms with a crushing force. “Weneedtoworryaboutyouthehappygasgotyouwhatare-” spider speaks faster than you can keep up. You try to calm him down by gripping his shoulder.

“Spidey, sh. I'm fine! See??” You stood up quickly dusting yourself off, you helped him back on his feet as well.

“God, this is all my fault. I should have been fast enough to catch you, I’m sorry” The masked hero ranted to the ground he was too ashamed to look in your eyes.

“It’s not your fault I’m clumsy, Webhead” you sighed, and looking back at your research, one test tube survived the fall. “Plus, I’m fine!” You gently grabbed his head lifting it to look into the white eyes (soulless) eyes.

“See?” You start doing the robot dance, it was something he did when you were sad and always made you laugh. You get a small chuckle from the sad man, You pause carefully before continuing.

“Spider, please be honest with me..That- catch me comment, that wasn’t really meant for me was it?” You're coaxing the answer out of him slowly, as he looks back at you and then back to the ground.

“I- yeah.” He sighs, you don’t remember grasping his hands but somehow he holds your hand in a vice grip. “My, uhm. First love.. she died- I wasn’t fast enough to catch her, she-“ he stops himself, you from breaking away from his bruising grip to hug him pulling him to your chest.

“It’s okay, we don’t need to talk about it anymore, okay?” He nods as steps away from you. “I’m sorry about- I shouldn’t tel- I don’t know why I-“ You put your hand up “Nope! We express our emotions here! You should never apologize for that. Especially considering all you do for this city.” You could tell he was smiling, even if you couldn’t see it.

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You rush to get your feet to touch solid ground as Webhead gently sets you down on the fire escape, you’ll never get used to soaring through the sky. “T-thank you” you grip his chest, and his logo twists as you bunch it up, god you fucking hated heights. “I would open my window but I'm a little scared to move haha.” He exhaled through his nose, snickering. “Hey, hey I got you” he bends down as he pulls it open, you sit on the window seal and slide in, thankful to touch actual solid ground. Spiderman turns to leave but you grab his hand, “I-uhm.” Shit, you really didn’t have a plan to make him stay. “I- should check your wounds to make sure they’re okay.” He laughs.

“I assure you I’m fine, honey.” You felt a zing through your body straight to your clit, you have to stop yourself from moaning. God, keep it together!

“I-uhm still would feel better if I check” you fiddle with your clothes letting go of his hand.

“Mm, I think it’s something else.” He sits on your window seal, and you step back.

“I-well” you rock back and forward on your feet.

“If you want me to stay, you don’t have to make an excuse y’know” you look up, his head is tilted at you, he hops down and closes the window.

“Now what should we do now?” He clasped his hands together, you smiled so big your cheeks hurt.

His hands landed on your shoulders squeezing you, and you felt that zing again. “Fuck” you muttered, you definitely have a waterfall in your pants now. What the hell is going on with you right now? Yeah, spider is hot but you’ve never been this horny over just his touch.

“Hmm? What’s up?” spidey eyes quirked, and his hands slid down to your arms. You moaned, FUCK you moaned. You instantly pull away from him, “ IAMSOSORRYIDIDNT-ITI-“ you rushed out as many words as you could as he stood in bewilderment.

“Hey, are you okay?” You tilt your head, and you rub your arm anxiously. “Y-yea uhm why wouldn’t I be haha..” you stutter out, he walks closer to you. “Your...eyes are very dilated.” He tries to take a step closer but you move back, this continues until you fall on the bed.

“Gotcha! Now for the love of god just- please stay still” you fidget as he comes closer to examine you, you hear him mutter some mental notes to him before he slowly attempts to put his hand on your cheek, you immediately flinch and move away. “D-don’t touch me! ” you did not want another waterfall to happen tonight. You bit your lip, why were you acting like this? This is definitely not normal.. that’s when it hit you. The liquid, you and spiderman thought you only neuralized the angry effect on the liquid which is why nothing happened to you after it fell on you. I guess you could check that theory off, clearly, something was happening.

“Spider-Man, the serum..I think it’s affecting me. When you touch me I get ..hot..” you could barely get words out.

“You- you should leave spidey, this could be dangerous, even contagious.” You hug yourself, the heat was getting unbearable but you couldn’t undress in front of him, that was a line you aren’t willing to cross, yet. You also needed to run a few tests on yourself to make sure this- sickness wasn’t permanent.

“No! I don’t wanna leave you like this, this is my responsibility too. Let me help you” he held your face gingerly, and you bit your lip to keep from whimpering. “You feel so good on my skin..” you mutter to him. Wait- did oh god you said that out loud, that wasn’t supposed-.

The wall-crawler's eyes widened, “Oh?” You nodded “I’ve always wondered what you’d be like in bed, spider.” What the fuck are you saying?? Why can’t you control what’s coming out of your mouth?!

“I-is that so?” He was strangely quiet. You move your head and give a lick to one of his digits, he makes a strangled groan. “I shouldn’t- you're sick..serum must be making you a-act” he moves his hand away but you grab his wrist before he can. “I’ve been liking you for a while now, Spiderman. I’ve just never had the guts to say it, this serum is giving me a boost in confidence, let’s say” you were so clear and concise, you couldn’t stop the words flowing from your fault.

You could see Adam's apple move as he mulled it over, you crawled towards him, reaching for his mask. “Ah- wai-“ he grabs your hands at lighting speed. “Don’t worry spidey, I just wanna kiss you.” You whisper “Can I at least have that, hm?” You were gone, the you knew was locked up, the new you came out to play, apparently, they were very dominant and flirty.

The masked hero nodded slowly, you slipped your hands under his mask pulling it lightly. His hands are still tightly banded around yours. You push a kiss lightly to his lips, and he drops your hands instantaneously in favor of putting them behind your head to deepen the kiss, soon you’re full-blown making out.

He pulls away first, panting. “Shit.” His hands travel to your waist, and you shiver. “You were definitely right about this being contagious..” his hands roamed your body as he took you all in.

“Mm, you are so beautiful like this. You were so cute asking me to stay earlier, I couldn’t resist teasing you about it.”

Spider-Man’s voice was low and raspy as he pushed you down on the bed. “If I knew you wanted me to, I would have fucked your brains out 20 times by now, honey.” You moan as he unbuttoned your top. “I love the nicknames you give me, mm..” His hands glide on your skin. “Oh? Mm, you’re too cute” he chuckles.

Suddenly you were back, well back to normal. “S-Spidey, god I’m so sorry I didn’t-“ you yelped as you felt teeth on your neck. “Hah, cute reaction.” Holy shit.. Spider-Man, New York’s friendly neighbor Spider-Man was literally on top of you, giving you a hickey.

“Sp-spidey I- mm” his tongue traveled lower to your breast. “This is in my way” you hear a snap as your bra is ripped off you, and you gasp covering yourself immediately.

“Hm? What’s wrong you were so into this a minute ago?” He sat back a bit to look at you, you squirm under his eyes, he thinks. “Tsk. Oh, I see the serum made you have a pseudo personality to make you get laid then you revert back to yourself when the process is put in motion..” he stated you cocked your brow. “You thought that up in 30 seconds?”

He nodded. “Well I am still Spider-Man, consider me to be his ego.” He dips back down to kiss your neck, as he pries your hands off your boobs. “Mm- Wait-! what if he doesn’t want this?” Spider-Man pulls back to hover over you, and he smirks.

“Really? Do you truly think he doesn’t want to fuck you? He’s literally had a thing for you since you met. Sweetheart, I can’t make this body do anything that it doesn’t. I’m a reflection of his desire.” You feel like a hot coal, and he’s the fire. “Oh..but- why haven’t you changed back yet?” Spider-Man groans.

“God you ask a lot of questions, I guess that’s partly why he likes you..Mm, basically I have the controls now, and mm I don’t wanna give it back, quite yet .” He pauses to give you another hickey, on your breast. “Give you a spin before I do, darling. Now enough talking.”

Spider-Man hand slips in your underwear, and arch your back. Your senses are still very heightened, “Aw, I have even started rubbing your clit” he kissed the side of your mouth. “P-please.” You whisper to him, “please make me feel..good, spidey.” You could feel his dick harden more in his spandex.

“Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me.” He frantically pulled his suit as you do the same to your pants. You looked at each other, his body was insane, he was beautifully sculpted, and you gulped. “Did I-? Wha-oh god.. I thought I was just dreaming again.” Spider-Man quickly covered his very large cock you giggle. “ You dreamed about fucking me?” You tease. “I-I mean- sometimes but like not in a weird way I would never-..well..uh..shit” he rubbed his head sheepishly.

You both stare at each other before you speak up again.

“Well, we-.. should finish what we started d-don’t you think?” You spluttered out.

“Are you sure..we..I-“ His lips were moving but nothing was coming out. God, at this point you just wanna get laid.

“Look! We both know what we wanna do to each other!! We basically confessed already!! Let’s just.. fuck already!” He looked at you stunned before, slowly getting back on the bed with you, laughing. “Mm, I guess you know what you want huh?” He teased you. “Well..I had some time to figure it out..” you flushed. His hand hovered over your breast, and you nod. He knead your beast softly, as he licked and prodded them. “So beautiful. I love them, I love you” he looks at you through his lenses, you could feel the love. “I love .. you too, though I’ve never seen your face. But I guess that proves I do love you for you.” You whisper, as he sits up, he stares at you for a moment before ripping off his mask like a second skin.

In front of you is this gorgeous man, with slightly long brown hair, delicious chocolate eyes, and the cutest nervous smile.

“A-are you okay? You’re being very quiet.” His voice was small. “Oh! I-I’m perfect, you're perfect.” you caress his cheek, and he closes the distance as he slips his hands down. You moan in his mouth as he toys with your clit, you buck up grinding against it, “Can I eat you out?” His voice was light, and you nod. “Honey I need verbal communication.” He moved down your body as he spoke, opening your legs but not keeping his eyes level with yours. You squeak a bit “Y-yes, please eat me out, spidey” you covered your face with your hands looking through the cracks of your fingers. “Actually, my name is Peter, Peter Parker .” You beam, “Well hello Peter, nice to meet you.” You chuckled, ruffling his hair as he softly lowered himself down, you jumped as he licked one long stride up. “You taste wonderful” before you could reply he sucked your clit. “Oh god, Peter!” You threw your head back, “Shit- you’re so-Mm” you tugged on his hair as he buried his mouth deeper into you, that’s when his fingers felt his fingers fill you with a delicious ache.

“Oh my god- Peter!” You thrashed around, Peter put his hands on your legs to keep you in place. “Wai- I’m gonna cum, S-Stop!” He pulled away, a string of cum and saliva stuck to his mouth, he grins his eyes low. “Well that’s the point, It’ll make it easier for you cum later on my cock.” His fingers started pumping and curling into you again, you threw your head back again, whimpering, and you whining his name. “It’s okay, let it go” his voice soothes your burning soul, and you unconsciously ball up. “Shh, that’s it come on” you couldn't even moan, you just shuddered as you finally came. He lazily kissed your lips as you recovered.

“I-I think I’m ready for you, n-now” you stare at him, and he smiles back as he leans back rubbing your pussy, to get some of your juices to pump his cock with. He lines himself up with yourself. He slowly pushed himself into you, His moans were delectable, and his hands found yours as he leaned over you. “Move, plea- god.. please move.” You groan, and he obliges.

“Fuck, I feel like I’m gonna cum already. You feel amazing. My god, you know that? You're amazing, y’know?” He rambles, you mewl. “You are too, spidey- mm. God you’re- so so good at th-this. I-I'm -fuck.. I’m gonna cum a-again.” You seize up, Peter rubs your clit in circles and you buck against it, whining harshly. “P-Peter! Please- t-too much” you come feel yourself go numb. “Shh baby, just feel it.“ your eyes closed as you came again, and you pant.

“I’m not done with you yet, Hold on just a little more baby.” His voice was husky. You chuckled and nod “You and your inhuman st-stamina” Peter smiled touching his nose with yours. “Hey love, uhm- are you on? “ you snickered “Yes I’m on birth control. No worries, don’t wanna have any mini spideys around here” he chuckles as he starts Impaling you once more, and you gasp. “Holy fuck you’re so big-“ you gasp once more, gripping his arms. “Mm s-sorry” Peter groaned. “N-no it’s a good thing, oh-!” You start seeing stars as he slams into you once more.

“Good, mm- I’m almost there-“ he was breathless, your hands rubbing through his hair. “I-I can take it, p-please. Cum in me please, Peter.” Peter replies with a guttural moan as he pounds into you. You finally feel it, as his seed fills you, you see white, gripping his shoulder as you cum again.

(Smut ends here)

You jolt up, promptly regretting it as your sore body compels you back down on your bed, you grunt. You look down, an arm wrapped around your waist. What? Whose? How-? The mystery figure groans. Oh shit- you fucked Spider-Man last night. Well, Peter, he said his name was Peter.

“Morning love” you cast your eyes down again, He looked like a god with the sun rays on his face. His hands brushed against your face, “Morning Peter”

“So- I.. wanted to take you on a date to this coffee shop around the corner.” He traced circles on your skin and you hummed at the sensation. “Mm yeah that sounds nice, I’d love to go on a date with you.” You laugh. “Plus afterward, we can figure out how to not make a powerful sex potion.” He poked your nose, snorting at your joke. “Mm, I dunno I thought you liked it?” His eyes crinkled as you covered your hands up with your face. “God Peter no more teasing I’m already still cringing from what I said last night!” Both of you burst out laughing.

“Come on, let's go get some breakfast.” He sat up. “Check in the drawer I have some guy clothes in there from an ex a long time ago.” He nods that you're thankful he didn’t ask questions. You do the same, putting on some clothes.

You two hold hands as you both step outside, “Ready to face the world again, Spider-Man?” Peter nods. “I am when you're by my side.”

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Rebelcaptain Trees for @pfirsichspritzer: College AU

Jyn’s late. Of course she is.

All semester, she’s been trying to be a good little student, showing up to class on time, turning in her homework when it was due, finishing her required reading even if it meant staying up until two in the morning, studying for tests and pop quizzes and presentations, and this is what she gets.

Her stupid alarm didn’t go off, today of all days, and because it was the midterm exam, she couldn’t even say screw it and skip class. Half her grade depends on this stupid test.

Why have the gods forsaken her?

After rushing across campus at breakneck speed, out of breath and wheezing, Jyn finally reaches the classroom, wrenches open the door and —

It’s locked.

What?

“Class’s canceled,” comes a voice from behind her, and Jyn jumps half a foot in the air before wheeling around to stare incredulously at Cassian Andor.

Who’s sitting on the bench next to the door, phone in hand, looking at her with an inscrutably blank expression.

She hadn’t noticed him, but that’s not surprising considering her single-minded focus on just getting to class. Normally, she always notices him. Even when he seems determined to not be perceived. Her eyes always stray to him somehow.

“What?” she says, her voice a little higher, her heart still pounding.

“Draven sent an email. Class’s canceled. Midterm’s next week.”

You gotta be fucking —

Jyn fishes out her phone from her pocket, an annoyed groan on her lips when she sees the email he’s talking about.

“Fucking Draven,” she hisses as she slips her phone back into her pants, too angry to stop herself from bashing their professor. She never really liked the guy anyway, but now it’s personal. Even if it’s technically her fault for not checking her mail.

Is this what she risked almost getting hit by a bus for?!

“He sent it in the morning,” Cassian answers, though it doesn’t seem like he’s defending the man. If anything, he sounds a bit annoyed as well. At least behind that emotionless mask he usually wears.

“I didn’t have the time to check my emails, I was already late. What’s your excuse?”

He holds up his phone, shaking it with a wry little smile. “It went to my spam folder.”

Hah. Technology, right?

“Oh. Sucks.” Though that didn’t explain one thing. “So what are you still doing here?”

“I have a class after this. Just not worth it to go home.”

Jyn hesitates as she looks at him, worrying her lip between her teeth.

Now that she’s no longer terrified to fail the exam (because Draven is absolutely the type of teacher to fail her for being late), her heart rate’s returning to normal, and she realizes she doesn’t really have anything else to do until late afternoon. And here’s Cassian Andor, the guy she’s lowkey liked since the start of the semester, sitting in front of her. Alone.

A golden opportunity, if she’s ever seen one, just falling into her lap.

He probably doesn’t want company. She doesn’t think she’s ever seen Cassian hang out with anybody besides the tall, blonde, square-faced guy who always looks annoyed at everybody (and yes, she’s been paying attention). But maybe she can be one of the exceptions then.

“I can wait with you,” Jyn says, managing to keep her tone neutral. Just a simple offer.

From a girl he hasn’t spoken to more than twice.

This was a mistake, she thinks as soon as the words are out.

Maybe he wants to be alone, maybe he has homework, maybe he wants to read a book —

“Okay,” Cassian agrees, interrupting her spiraling thoughts, and Jyn’s eyes almost go wide in surprise before she reigns herself in. Wait, really?

“Okay,” she echoes because she’s still overwhelmed with shock, and she doesn’t know what else to say.

Cassian stares at her expectantly as she stands there, rooted to the spot and feeling more awkward by the second.

“Are you gonna sit?” he asks eventually, and oh, right. Fuck, she’s an idiot.

“Yeah,” she says, hoping her cheeks aren’t as red as they feel. She slips her backpack off her shoulders to place it on the bench but pauses as another idea hits her. “Or we could go grab a coffee. I know a great place not five minutes from here.”

“The Rogue?” Cassian’s eyebrows lift in surprise, and Jyn feels her mouth curl into a delighted smile.

“Yeah! You know it too?” It’s a small, cozy coffeeshop that many people tend to overlook. Most college students prefer the bigger, trendier places, but Jyn’s always like the Rogue because they serve way better coffee than Starbucks, and their prices don’t make you broke.

Plus the owners, Chirrut and Baze, are good friends of hers.

“Yeah, they have great coffee. Although Chirrut keeps trying to set me up with this girl he swears I’d like.”

“Hah,” Jyn snorts, “that’s just Chirrut. He does the same to me. He’s been trying to get me to meet this guy since…” She trails off, and their eyes meet as realization dawns on them at the same time.

A small bark of laughter escapes her before she can help it because it’s just so ridiculous.

Chirrut.

Of course he’d been trying to set her up with the guy she’s been crushing on since the first day of school.

“Huh,” Cassian says, a barely there smile playing on his lips. “Lesson learned then. Always listen to Chirrut.”

#rebelcaptain #dailyrebelcaptain #rebelcaptaintrees #pfirsichspritzer #therebelcaptainnetwork #rogue one #my fics #*rebelcaptain #*graphics #i went with a different edit this time than my usual moodboards hope you like it!!

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skyloftian-nutcase · 1 year

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Warriors stretched and rubbed his eyes tiredly as he walked into the living room, and then he froze.

It was… awfully early for Wind to be up and studying.

Narrowing his eyes suspiciously, he asked, “Have you gone to bed yet?”

Wind jumped, startled, and immediately sucked his lips in like he’d tasted a lemon. Then he cleared his throat, his expression smoothing out, and he ran a hand through his already messy hair. “Nah, just woke up early to get a head start.”

Warriors crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. The kid was a decent liar, but Warriors was a better one. “No, you didn’t.”

Now the respiratory therapy student just rolled his eyes. “Fine, you’re right, I’ve been up all night. Do you have to point it out? Finals are coming up, I gotta study.”

“I’ve heard sleep is important too,” Warriors commented dryly.

“Can’t sleep anyway,” Wind muttered irritably. “If I lie still for too long I start thinking about exams again and it’s just—I don’t want to fail. I put so much into this. I don’t want to disappoint everyone.”

Warriors watched Wind crumple into himself a little at the last statement, and he bit his lip, feeling his heart hurt at the sight. Poor kid pushed himself way too hard sometimes.

Well. They all did, didn’t they? “Your grades don’t define your worth,” Warriors said. “Failing a test or a class is difficult, but it wouldn’t make you worth any less to any of us.”

“Yeah, but it does prevent me from passing.” Wind noted grumpily.

Warriors had to laugh at that. “Fair, and you should put efforts into your studies. But whether you pas or fail, it won’t change the fact that I love you, or Time and Sky love you, or your grandmother loves you, or your sister loves you, or any of the boys. Okay?”

“I know that,” the student huffed as if it were obvious, as if he weren’t now desperately holding his pencil with a white knuckled grip to stave off tears of exhaustion, frustration, and relief.

“Yeah, well, looks like you needed a reminder,” Warriors noted. “Now why don’t you go to bed? You can’t focus on no sleep.”

“I’ve barely studied—”

“And you’ll continue to barely study if you keep going like this. Wind, you can’t control everything, and stressing over it won’t change it. Know when to let go. It’s time for you to get some sleep.”

The teenager sat there stiffly, every muscle in his body gearing up for a rebuttal, and then he deflated with a sigh. Slowly, Wind dragged himself to his feet and trudged towards his bedroom.

“Hey, kiddo,” Warriors called, making the student pause. “We’ll get ice cream when you wake up.”

Wind immediately whirled, eyes bright with excitement, but was cut off by Warriors’ insistent waves towards his bedroom. With a laugh, the teenager ran to his room.

#writing #lu in healthcare #I noticed the finals season stress is ramping up so here you go #for all my lovelies in school ❤️#I’ve been there it sucks #but you’ll make it I promise #lu wind #lu warriors

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angelsdevils · 2 years

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Baji Keisuke

Title: Trouble

Baji had no intentions of dating, wanting to focus only on his school work so he wouldn’t make his mom cry again. But when he saw you walk into class, everything he was studying went out the window. He felt his cheeks heat up as he adjusted his glasses. His eyes followed you until you reached your seat which was right next to him. He glanced down at his notebook, as he felt a feeling he never felt before.

Chifuyu walked into the class and sat in the seat directly in front of Baji, before correcting his work yet again.

“That’s isn’t right…”

“Oh, thanks Chifuyu…” He said and Chifuyu nodded before glancing at you who was reading your book.

“No problem… hey (Y/N)…” You looked up from your book and flashed him a smile.

“Hey, how was summer?”

“Good, you just getting back? School has been in for a week now.”

“Yeah, the flight got super delayed. There were some issues they were having.”

“Ah, well glad you made it in safely.”

“Thanks, I hope your summer was good too, and you stayed out of trouble.”

Chifuyu looked away scratching his neck and you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“You know her?” Baji whispered to Chifuyu who only nodded his head.

“We gotta go, see ya around (Y/N),” Chifuyu said and you smiled.

“Okay, don’t get into fights… geez. I can’t keep repairing you.”

“Alright, alright.” He huffed slightly as Baji dragged him out of the homeroom.

“What is wrong with you?” Chifuyu asked and Baji stared at him.

“How do you know her?”

“Uhm, every single person in our grade knows her except you. She is not only the president of our grade, but every guy has a huge crush on her. She use to beat the crap out of me after treating any wounds I got due to fighting.”

“Introduce me to her.”

“You are literally in her class, introduce yourself.”

“Please, she is so pretty. I don’t think I can~”

“Seriously? You can’t be serious right now,” Chifuyu groaned and Baji glanced at him.

~time skip~

You were putting your books away when another student came up to you.

“Thank god, I found Chifuyu and that one kid who got held back. They are bleeding, and need to be treated. The nurse isn’t in her office right now.”

“Oh my god, I told Chifuyu~ fine I am going… thanks for telling me.” They nodded and you made your way to the nurse’s office and walked in. Chifuyu avoided your gaze and met the eyes of a guy with long black hair. You both stared at each other since you didn’t recognize him.

“You may not recognize me, but I am the one you sit next to in class…” he gave you a boyish grin and you sighed.

“Great, now I have to babysit another troublemaker. What did I say Chifuyu?”

“Listen, I had a valid reason…” he defended.

“Right, sure you do,” you sighed before glancing at the other guy, “what is your name?”

“Baji~”

“Well you may be older than me, but don’t cause me too much trouble okay? I have Chifuyu who does that enough.”

“Sorry~,” he said. You grabbed the first aid kit and began to clean Chifuyu’s face and he flinched slightly.

“Sorry (Y/N),” Chifuyu mumbled and you sighed again.

“I guess in a way I should have expected it. So it’s fine, I am used to this.”

“To be fair, he started the fight though. I had to defend myself.” Chifuyu threw Baji under the bus, typically he wouldn’t have. But you were a lot scarier than Baji.

“Hey~ dude…” Baji groaned and Chifuyu shrugged his shoulders slightly.

“I am just saying, I am not about to get hit by her. She scares me more than you do.”

“Anyway, there you are~ all fixed up… your turn.” You stood in front of Baji, and he straightened up a bit and smiled as you cleaned his face. He tried to fight the blush that spread to his ears since you were so close. Chifuyu watched the interaction, and he realized that Baji really had a crush on you.

“Let me know if I am hurting you…” you said when he flinched at the cotton being dabbed onto his wounds.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I dealt with worst.”

“That is not reassuring.”

“Sorry.”

Once you finished, Chifuyu slipped out of the nurse’s office leaving you alone with Baji. When you moved away from Baji he watched you put the first aid away.

“Okay you and Chi~fuyu he did not leave~”

“He did…”

“Ugh, he knew I was going to scold you two… fine, I will scold you guys tomorrow.” You said and Baji nodded and you washed your hands.

“Can I walk you home?” Baji asked and you looked over at him and he was looking away.

“Sure, I don’t mind… thank you…” You grabbed your bag and he shoved his hands in his pockets as he stood up. You both finally left the school grounds and he followed close to you as he looked around.

“I appreciate you taking care of us, it means a lot,” Baji said after a few minutes of silence.

“It’s nothing really. I use to do it for Chifuyu all the time, so don’t worry about it. I will just add you to my list,” you nudged him. He laughed before meeting your eyes.

“If you say that, I am only going to get into fights more…”

“So that’s why Chifuyu does it? Cause he knows I will patch him up? Now I know, fine I will no longer be patching you guys up.”

“No, that’s not what I meant…” he said quickly and you eyed him. He held his hands up and you sighed softly.

“Fine, but you guys are going to stress me out. I only met you today, that’s mean.”

“How about a date? To make up for it?”

“I am sorry what?” You asked and he leaned close to your face.

“I like you, let’s date. Then you have a reason to patch me up, and I may stay out of trouble…”

“Really?”

“Well, no… but I have a reason to not get into as many fights…”

“One date, and you cannot fight at all while we are on this date. Got it?”

“You will have my full attention, I promise.”

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ellieknows · 2 months

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High Cheng - Xu Minghao x Reader StonerAU (On-Going) Chapter One

What happens when you get dragged to your best friends boyfriends party and end up getting high with a hot stranger, whom you got along with very well, only to realise the next day, you never got his name?

PLEASE READ AUTHORS NOTE AT THE END

Feedback/Constructive Criticism/Concerns can be given VIA comments, email ([email protected]), or private messages.

CHAPTER ONE

MASTERLIST

DISCLAIMER: Alcohol Consumption, College Party, Slight SA

"I just don't get why I need to be going as well. It's not like I'm the one dating Chai." I say as we continue walking down the side path towards this party my best friend Nayeon, is dragging me to.

"Yeah, but you're my best friend, and I'm dating him. Plus all you do is study, which is fine! But you need to let loose once in a while. And who knows, you might end up meeting ur future husband." Nayeon pauses and then looks me up and down. "Well at the very least you'll get laid thanks to the outfit I picked out for ya!"

I playfully nudge her in retaliation to her comment. "Shut up, I only asked for your help because I don't know anyone going and I don't want your boyfriend and his friends thinking I'm some loser and therefore ruin your image."

She stops. Her mood suddenly turning serious "Hey. No matter what you look like or how you dress, it does not matter. Who cares what they think anyways? You're my best friend. Nothing could change that. Not even my boyfriend."

I smile. "I love ya you know."

"I love you too. Which is why I am bringing you out tonight! Have some fun! Enjoy your youth!"

"You're talking as if I'm not older than you."

"By a few months!"

We end up reaching where the party is being hosted. A nice two story house, people surrounding, all mingling with one another, a few people making out, a few people doing more than they should be for being in the front lawn of a house. I mean, it looks like a typical house party.

"Who's hosting this anyways?" I ask, unsure if her boyfriend would be capable of hosting such a big party.

"Uh, I believe Chai's old roommate."

"You mean the bible boy?"

"Mhm, I think Joshua is his name. Maybe double check. Just don't call him bible boy to his face. I don't wanna bully Chai's friends before evening getting to know them."

"Wait.. You've never met any of his friends? Haven't you been dating for a while now?"

"Mhm, around 8 months now, but I don't know. He's been distant recently, so when he mentioned Joshua hosting a party I asked if we could come so I could spend more time with him."

We managed to squirm our way through the front lawn and through the door only to find Bible Boy standing there.

"Hiya! Welcome! Oh! You must be Chai's girlfriend! Nayeon, right?" Joshua asks, facing Nayeon

"Mhm! And you're Joshua?"

"Yeah, but feel free to call me Shua or Josh if you'd like. Nice to meet ya finally." He turns his head to focus on me standing beside Nayeon. "You're Y/N, Nayeon's best friend? I've heard of you through the grape vine of these twos relationship."

"Yeah, nice to meet you Bible Boy."

"N/n! You said you wouldn't call him that!" Nayeon turns around, freaking out that Joshua may be offended by the name.

"I never agreed to anything."

Joshua laughs. "It's all good! Nice to know I'm famous around here. Nice to meet you too Y/N! Oh by the way Nayeon, Chai's sitting in the living room if you wanna head towards him."

"Oh, yeah, thanks. Are you, uh coming too?" Nayeon asks, hoping Joshua will lead her towards the right way as she is unfamiliar with the house.

"I would love to but I gotta greet the guests and make sure no ones throwing up on my roommates flowers, he would kill me if they were ruined. Hopefully we can meet again. Both of ya!" Joshua's voice fades as he starts walking away from us to make his way to the front lawn.

"Good first impression, no?" I say, hoping to at least calm Nayeon of her nerves.

"Yes, uh yeah, I think so." She looks around until she spots Chai. "Oh! I see him! You coming with or...?"

"Nah, you said you wanted more time with him, so I'll let you go of your babysitting duties for tonight." I say, looking around for where all the alcohol is, hoping maybe after a few drinks the nerves of my own that this party is giving me will chill out.

"You sure?"

I nod.

"Mkay! You go have fun! Let me know if you need anything! I'll be with Chai."

She starts to walk towards what looks like the living room with Chai sprawled over the couch. I take this as an opportunity to grab some drinks and maybe be social with those around me.

Walking towards what I assume is the drink bar I decide to make myself a drink in the goal that I'll get tipsy enough to start talking to the strangers surrounding the area.

A few drinks later...

"Hey."

I look up from the 4th drink I am pouring myself to see a tall brunette approaching me, an aura of unsafety following him.

"Hi?" I respond, questioning why he's approaching me of all people, the uneasiness coursing through me.

"Are you perhaps in Mr Lee's Psychology Course?" he says, clearly somewhat drunk.

"Uh, yeah. Are you?"

"Oh, uh no. My friends little sister is. I sometimes pick her up with her brother and I've see you there a few times with Chai's girlfriend."

"Oh, well. Yeah, thats me. You know Chai?"

"Yeah. He and I used to play basketball together back in high school."

"Oh. Cool" I reply, unsure how to answer as the conversation begins to become awkward. "So....uh. Why'd you approach me?"

"You keep popping up in my vision and either you're looking to get wasted with how much your drinking or know no one here. So I thought I'd say hi, or something"

"You'd be correct about both of those."

He laughs. "Well I'm Jack. And a few my friends and I are gonna play some beer pong if you wanna join. Well that's if you can hold your alcohol." He jokes

I think for a little, the aura of unsafety fading as I down my drink before deciding "Why not? As long as I'm against you though. I'll show you who can hold their alcohol." I challenge him.

I end up following him and meeting a few of his friends whilst playing a few rounds, their names not really registering in my head as I'm more focused on winning.

Time skip...

We end up playing a one on one match between myself and Jack. He's putting up a good game as we are now both on one cup each. Cheers from his friends go on in the background

"Hey, since we're even why don't we make a bet?" Jack suggests.

"Mmm, sure. What do you wanna bet?"

"Loser does whatever the winner wants. No complaints."

"Deal. Get ready to lose, loser. I've been looking for sometime to clean my house for me."

The game continues. Us both having our shot and missing until finally he throws a ball into my cup. Meaning I lost. His friends all cheering for him, some asking what he's gonna make me do now that I've lost. He walks up, cornering me. Suddenly that feeling of unsafety around him returns. I don't feel safe at all.

He gets closer and closer until "Let's date."

"What?" I exclaim as he's abrupt request comes out of no where. "I don't even know you."

"Of course you do baby. I'm Jack, remember? Unless your too drunk to be thinking straight."

I am most definitely not drunk. It's almost as if all of the sudden I'm sober. "No, I don't feel comfortable dating someone I just met. And don't call me baby." I say seriously.

"Fine then." He comes even closer, which is hard to believe as he was already pretty close to me. His hands start to roam up my waist and I flinch away in response. "At least let me have some fun with ya. I mean its what I deserve after seeing you all alone and deciding to approach you."

The aura of unsafety triples. "What? No. I don't wanna hook up with you, or date you. Please let me go!" I yell as I try to squirm out of his grasp.

"The more you move, the harder I'm getting baby." His legs trap my body from moving as his head makes its way to my neck and his arms start to try and take off my top.

"Let me go, you prick! I said no!" I yell, hoping one of his friends, or at least someone can hear me and help get this asshole off of me.

"Come on baby. Just a little fun is all I want."

Finally, I decided to get in the right head space and move my leg so that my knee forcefully hits his dick. He jolts and backs off, groaning in pain. "Fucking asshole." I mutter, emotions starting to rise due to the sudden uncomfortable situation.

"Ugh! You slut! The fuck was that for?!" He groans holding himself down there in hopes of soothing the pain. "You know what? Fuck it! You're a fucking wannabe slut anyways. Look, I only wanted to sleep with you cause you looked easy and were getting drunk. You're ugly and everyone here knows that. Why else did you think no one's approached you the whole night? Cause you're a fat ugly bitch who's only tagging along with your hot as fuck friend in hopes that others will like you too. I mean look at you. Don't act like you aren't some slut trying to show off what you don't have. The only thing you have is a fat ugly body and face covered in ugly as fuck stretch marks. Fucking hell." He says in retaliation to my kick and finally walks away.

And then my world stops. I look around to see people staring at me, looking as if their about to laugh. I hear whispers of how Jacks right and suddenly I have the urge to leave. I pull my shirt back down and walk fast towards the stairs in the hopes of finding a bathroom I can chill out in.

As I walk upstairs I can feel the tears threatening to spill, the emotions coming back.

'Fuck! He's right, they'll all right. I'm ugly and fat, and no one will ever like me.' Is all thats going through my head.

I look around frantically trying to find wherever this bathroom may be before finding a door and just opening it and walking into what looks like someones bedroom. "This isn't the bathroom. Ugh! I- Where's the bathroom?!" My tears spilling all over my face in frustration, embarrassment and sadness from the whole situation replaying in my head. Looking around I see no ones in the room and just decide to stay in the room instead of full on crying and letting strangers see me crying, further proving Jack's point.

I look to see a balcony and decide to just sit out there in hopes the night sky and fresh air might help me calm down a little.

I make my way to the balcony and close the door behind me, about to sit down when I hear the door open. Immediately i assume its a couple trying to hook up in here and regret not locking the door. I look down running back into the room trying not to see anyone's bits, especially not in the state I'm in.

"Oh my god! I am so sorry. The room was free so i walked in. Uh! You guys can continue your business and uh, hook up? Omg, i am so sorry. I will make my leave." I say in a rush trying to make my way out the door only to bump into someone who seems to be laughing. I look up to see a fully clothed man (thankfully) who is extremely attractive by himself laughing at me.

"Woah! It's okay! Chill out! I'm not here to hook up with anyone. I just wanted to grab my phone from my room. Speaking of which, why are you in my room?"

"Oh! I am so sorry." I try to compose myself, wiping away the tears I was previously shedding and back away to be a normal distance away from him before looking back up and meeting his gaze as he waits for my response. "Right. I'm sorry for uh, entering your room. I wasn't trying to snoop or be a perv I swear! I was trying to find the bathroom but ended up here and just decided to stay here in hopes of kinda getting away from the massive party for a while. And you're balcony just looked so inviting and relaxing, so I thought I could just sit out there for a little while before uh returning. But it's okay! I'll uh, get out of your hair now." I say quickly, before trying to make my way out of his door.

"Woah! Wait!" He says.

I stop turning around to face him.

"Do you wanna, uh join me? On my balcony I mean."

Read Chapter Two: A Smoking (hot) Stranger

A/N: Please give me feedback on my writing! Two more chapters are posted (as of 23rd Feb 2024) however, the story is on-going.

This book is still in the works, and I desperately want to finish it this year. However, I'd like to make everyone aware of three issues. a) There are only three chapters published right now as I want to receive feedback from my audience on my writing style and plot building. Despite having been writing for many years, I am not confident in the style that I use for my stories and would appreciate constructive critique to help me improve future chapters. After a month of posting the chapters, further content will be added throughout this trail, I will collect the feedback, delete this section of my disclaimer, and apply my audience's feedback. Second, I am in my final year of school, therefore school comes first. Furthermore, my weekly schedule is extremely hectic, so many of these will be written during my rare free time or at times when most people are sleeping (don't worry, I will prioritise my health). Finally, this book covers mature issues like as drug usage, smoking, alcohol use, cheating, references to SA, and more. These will all be addressed at the start of the chapter so that you are aware in case triggers arise. Furthermore, I have never used drugs or any of the other topics discussed in this book, so I apologise if anything is incorrect.

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