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Plus Size!Metalhead!Reader x Eddie Munson smut idiots to lovers!

The reader is Robin’s best friend and has just moved back to Hawkins after studying abroad.

When she returns she is introduced to everyone and quickly becomes part of the gang. Eddie quickly falls for her as the two have quite a lot in common, however, he doesn’t act on his feelings as he thinks the reader is Robin’s girlfriend. Little does he know she has major feelings for him as well but she thinks him and Steve are together. Eventually they are forced to bunk together on a camping trip (orchestrated by Steve and Robin who have been dying for the two to finally admit their feelings) at first things are awkward between the two but they soon heat up into something neither of them expected.

the cabin in the woods - e.m. request*

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an: just a story i tried to convey the best, about two very confused adults who don't really know how to communicate! i hope this does your idea justice it took me FOREVER i'm so sorry 😭 and its so long omg this is my longest work ever PLS I HOPE ITS NOT BORING THANK U FOR SENDING UR REQUESTS I LOVE THEM 🩷🩷 i'm also doing requests for kinktober if anyone wants to send them in :p thank u everyone to all of ur love on all of my fics u dont even Know how much it means to me 🥹

wc: 10.4K

warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of mutual pining, explicit thoughts, mentions of eddie and you wishing the other weren't gay, lots of mentions of sexualities, miscommunication, porn with a plot, p in v, (unprotected. do NOT do this), oral sex (m and f receiving), slight ass play, ownership, pet names (sweet girl, baby, princess, pretty, sweetheart, etc)

MINORS NOT WELCOME. DNI!

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IT WAS WEIRD BEING BACK IN HAWKINS, being back in the states in general felt like a culture shock. and disappointing. the euphoric feeling of learning and living in another country for a year was not comparable, and you promised your best friend robin that when you got back, you'd tell her all about it.

over the year you were gone for your studies, she told you about a few people she met while she was in high school, and had been with ever since. she was excited about bringing you to a party the night of your arrival so you could meet everyone, she said you were all she ever talked about, and how excited everyone was to meet you.

robin was insistent on your attendance, getting small hesitation on your part, and she swore up and down that you'd fit right in. you questioned her judgment sometimes, especially in women, but you had no other reason not to trust your best friend.

you and robin were complete opposites, you were the girl who liked metal, death metal, and occasionally rock music and she enjoyed the oldies, harboring weird talents and interests that you enjoyed learning about. but you clicked so well, meshed together in a way where you could never be separated.

it wasn't long before you arrived at her place, dressed and ready after hitting your house first, and was met with a lethal scream of your name and tears of joy. it didn't take long to catch up, talk, cry, and laugh so the minute robin decided it was time to go to this party, you guys drove into the city together.

"are you excited?!" she dragged as she noticed your fingers tap against your faded gray jeans that were maybe two sizes too bog, hanging low on your hips with the help of a belt.

"i'm fucking nervous." you admitted and ran your fingers through your hair.

"for what? dude, these are not people who need to be impressed. they're going to love you and i know it!" she exclaimed.

it was a bit before they drove past buildings, and turned into nothing until they pulled into a trailer park.

“eddie’s trailer was the destination party zone tonight, so, yeah.” robin said as she parked next to a van, presumably eddie’s. you weren’t one to judge a single person, especially not one you didn’t know, so you just nodded with a smile and stepped out of the car.

you adjusted your black tank top that, unlike your jeans, was maybe two sizes too small and hugged the curves and rolls of your body.

you liked the way you looked, your wrists covered in bracelets with studs and beads on them, your hair parted down the middle and frizzy from the hawkin’s heat. the makeup you had on was minimal, just black eyeliner smudged around your eyes and lipstick that was lined with black and filled in with a blood red.

robin was so drawn to you when she first met you. she thinks about it as the two wait at his front door, and how she was so lucky to meet you. to bring her out of her shell and be honest with herself.

she knew being with you meant zero judgment, and if someone dared to fuck with you or robin, robin knew you’d be quick to defend her with your life. you honestly reminded her a lot of eddie once she met him, telling him she had a friend that he would just love. he doubted it of course. eddie didn’t think there was another person like him that existed, impossible.

but robin knew, she believed she knew everything. and she made a small promise to herself that she’d help you find someone, even though you insisted on being happy alone. she knew it was true, but when she first met eddie she realized maybe she could play cupid when you came back into town.

“robin, did you bring the-” eddie said, opening the door, until he looked beside the skinny, jittery girl.

you didn’t blush at the unsaid compliment, you just watched as eddie looked over your full figure.

“eddie… you’re staring,” robin said, looking between you and eddie to make sure he wasn’t scaring you off. you just laughed a little.

you stuck your hand out and introduced yourself by your name, “i’m robin’s friend.”

he took it with grace and stuttered out a small hey, as normal as he could but it was indeed weird. eddie looked at robin, gleaming with pride, and he tried to put two and two together, failing miserably.

“friend?” eddie asked, looking between the two of you before letting go of your hand.

“yes idiot! she just moved back to hawkins, she’s the one i’ve been talking about!” robin said as she grabbed your hand and dragged you inside. you give him a smile, and a look over, going with your friend.

she’s the one i’ve been talking about. how could he be so stupid? he totally forgot about this girl he’d been hearing about. robin would go on and on about her friend coming back from another country, and how much she adored this friend and missed this friend and how badly she wanted the group to meet this friend.

he didn’t think too much about it, he didn’t want to assume. everyone knew robin played for the other team, so he wasn’t sure if you were her friend or her friend. so, he took advantage of the gray area and checked you out as robin introduced everyone to you. eddie saw how robin held her arm, close to her and tight.

he also tried to pay attention to the groups reactions, to see if maybe they had the same idea as him. he was a shit expression reader. he was going to feel bad about staring at this girl, imagining her in every way he could, if you were in fact robin’s girlfriend.

as the night went on, it seemed like it got more difficult. you kept seeing him stare at you sitting on the floor in between nancy and robin, he watched you as you drank and laughed and got to know the crowd that robin found herself in. you enjoyed everyone, nancy was such a nice girl to you, constantly asking if you needed anything and if you were okay.

you wondered if eddie would come over to you and maybe try to talk to you, but he just engaged in conversations with steve.

you got to know everyone, who was studying what, if they decided to go to college next fall or not, life plans and enjoying each other’s company. it wasn’t often you were alone, but the minute robin and nancy got up to get another drink from eddie’s fridge, he slithered his way to sit next to you.

“i was wondering when you were going to stop staring at me,” you spoke, turning your head as you sat crisscrossed in front of the small coffee table.

“i was trying to figure out, and i’m being honest here don’t laugh at me” he warned before speaking again, “if you were real.”

you laughed a bit more than you expected, feeling it in your tummy and he gave you a pout.

“and your conclusion?” you asked, taking a sip again.

“honestly? i’m not so sure yet.”

it was the beginning of long conversations, laughter, bonding, and hidden flirting. the two of you were dancing around each other, bouncing off of each other's wit and casual snarkiness.

it was fun, you could admit. and you finally assessed him, his faded metallica shirt was paired with black jeans that might’ve been tighter than yours, almost the same bracelets. his arms were covered in aimless tattoos that were small and looked like they were just drawn on from how many he had. you loved them.

“i love metallica,” you murmur against your cup, indulging in eddie while everyone talks amongst themselves and listens to the music.

it was loud enough to not hear your conversation if you were someone else, that you were grateful for. you watched as he sat up a bit to glance at his shirt, and gave you a nervous smile.

“wha- oh, right yeah. me too, i can play a few songs on my guitar actually.” he tried to impress after remembering the shirt he was wearing, and it worked. you were a sucker for guitar players, especially ones who preferred metal and rock.

“oh yeah? are you in a band or something?” you laughed softly, there was no way he was actually in one because it’d make it ten times harder not to want to jump his bones. “what guitar?” you asked excitedly.

you appreciated the instrument even with no knowledge about it and would appreciate it more seeing him play it for you. eddie liked seeing the excitement on your face, the way you got closer to him sent excitement somewhere else for him.

“i am actually, maybe i can play for you one day.” he teased and finally, you blushed.

the way his eyes met yours made you want to melt into it, have his gaze consume you whole. he was everything, he was adorable, handsome, sexy, attractive, funny, and god was he charming. he didn’t even have to do much to send you pining after him.

“it’s on my wall, in my room if you wanna see it,” he suggested and you raised an eyebrow, too distracted to remember what he was talking about and he notices, “the guitar, i don’t use it often but i think this one time is an exception, afterall you might just be my favorite guest. wouldn’t want any of my hospitality going to someone like steve,” he joked and steve whipped his head around.

“i heard that, asshole.” steve replied over the music, sending you to laugh before looking back to eddie who blew him an exaggerated kiss.

“i’d love to see it,"

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you were staying for good, which meant you had all the time in the world with eddie when he wasn’t working at his uncle’s mechanic shop. he would brag about being the one to take over, shaking his head at the thought of going to college.

you didn’t mind though, you told him that college isn’t for everyone and it’s okay going a different route despite ghosted voices that were haunting him about it.

he admired the fact that you were so similar to him, finding himself getting lost in you when you explained the lore of texas chainsaw massacre and actually being interested in it too. he heard everything you said, listened to every story you told about being in france, and helped you through whatever hump you were trying to get over.

you didn’t believe robin when she said he was actually the only other guy she got along with besides steve, and how she believed it would be the same for you. she was right, but you’d never tell her.

and she’d never tell you her true intentions by introducing you to eddie, and how she wished that maybe he’d open you up enough to the idea of possibly dating again. but, she didn’t really think it through. she figured maybe she’d let the universe handle it, but then started to notice the dynamic of your idea forming about eddie.

you found yourself at his trailer a lot, smoking his weed that he offered and drinking, watching movies and enjoying the company of one another while robin was busy.

he gave you soft touches here and there, let you sleep in his bed with him when you were too high to drive back, gave you massages, picked you up when you needed a ride. he was there when you needed him, there at any moment you called for him.

and so were you. you really liked eddie, the feeling weighing on you everytime you let yourself take his flirting and touches for more than what they were. you felt guilty for lying next to him or on him when you passed out during a movie, you felt guilty for thinking about his lips on yours and on your body.

the only problem that kept the two of you from indulging in the fantasies you both had was… you strongly believed that eddie was in a relationship with steve harrington. and as for eddie, he was fully convinced that you were off limits because you were going with robin buckley.

and this was the problem robin worried about.

you knew robin was lesbian of course, and she knew you were bisexual. unfortunately, eddie knows robin is lesbian but figured you were lesbian as well. he couldn’t shake the feeling of craving you and wanting you the way he has, and he felt guilty because in his mind you were robin’s girl.

so, all of his dirty thoughts and ideas about you felt wrong, and instantly tried to bury it when one night he found himself wishing you liked men.

but where was the harm in imagination? eddie was so infatuated with you that his self indulgent behavior was harmless. he knew he couldn’t have you, he knew you only saw him as a friend and that was that. but he was so wrong, and so were you.

he thought of you daily, and in ways that were almost embarrassing. he craved you, the desire and want he had every time you were near was almost uncontrollable.

you never asked anyone if eddie was gay, to be fair. it wasn’t your place to ask of course, plus you figured if eddie was into you he’d just simply tell you.

you just assumed, and the way that he and steve interacted all the time made you think maybe they were romantically involved. eddie’s teasing and flirting towards steve made you wonder if eddie was completely off limits, but affirmed it when eddie would plant a wet kiss on steve’s cheek.

you didn’t know, but that was just what eddie did.

eddie was a flirt, to everyone but robin in their group. even if it was out of nowhere, that’s just how eddie carried himself. of course in your mind, you hoped that he was at least bisexual.

you felt incredibly guilty about that too because regardless if he was bisexual, in your mind he and steve were still a couple. to not only hope he turned out to be bisexual, but to fantasize about someone else’s partner was just incredulous to think about.

but there you were. daydreaming about the guy who sat next to you almost every other day on his couch after work, and would have to snap back into reality when he asked you if you wanted to smoke.

it was a routine.

you’d say yes, the two of you would smoke and listen to his cassettes, talk about urban legends and myths, movies and how you always felt like you could act—you couldn’t—and topics that seemed to flow between the two of you.

it was easy with him, and you appreciated it.

the only thing hard about the relationship you hold with him is that you’re thinking of being face down for him on your bed with your ass pushing against him. you were fighting every nasty thought of your friend, wondering how he’d feel inside of you and if he’d be able to make you cum.

the attraction the two of you had for each was obvious, so obvious that the entire group were pointing it out to each other.

robin needed a plan. and quickly, because she couldn’t fathom another minute of you denying yourself as well as him just because he thinks you’re lesbian. she didn’t want to address it actually, she wanted to scheme and plot. better to make them think it was coincidental when really she had something to prove.

robin felt weird about plotting a set up for you, especially because robin knew there was obviously a better and more logical way to approach this miscommunication between you and eddie. so, in hopes of setting the two of you up, robin goes to steve with her probably weird borderline disturbing idea.

turns out, steve and robin felt the same way. watching you two was just as painful for them as it was for the two of you. thus, mission cabin in the woods was put into place.

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you regretted this terribly. you weren’t an outdoorsy person even though the place you were staying was like a cabin. just a cabin in the woods, six young adults, left to their own devices for two days. it wasn’t the absolute worst you soon found out, the cabin was right near a lake that had a long extended pier, trees and dirt and grass surrounding you, and a large bonfire opportunity behind the cabin, right before you went to the lake.

it was more modern than anything, as everyone settled in and went around the cabin, pairs started calling dibs on the three rooms, leaving you and eddie the last pair to bunk together.

“robin, i thought we were going to stay together? what the hell?” you whispered as you grabbed her arm to drag her down the hall away from everyone. you already settled in while eddie quietly took his things to his side of the room.

“oh! um, right,” she didn’t think of what would happen after phase one of her and steve’s plan, nervously glancing at steve who was peeking at the girls from his door frame.

“steve, i mean you know steve, he needed to talk to me about how he keeps getting rejected by every woman, like ever. he was a little upset about nancy and jonathan rooming together.”

she was lying, and you followed her awkward gaze to steve, when he immediately withdrew himself from peeking and behind the wall. but you heard a small gasp from that room since it wasn’t too far from where you and nancy stood at the stairs.

it was steve’s gasp, because when he rested his back against the wall and opened his eyes again, eddie was standing there in front of him with his arms crossed.

“dude, what the fuck,” steve said, and eddie shook his head.

“i should be saying that to you. care to tell me why on earth i’m rooming with her?” eddie asked condescendingly, expecting the truth.

“what’s wrong with that? i thought you guys were friends. robin, she needed my advice to-”

“i’m going to ask you again.” eddie said, “why am i not rooming with you?”

steve looked defeated and he hasn’t even tried, but he knew if he gave no excuse it would be worse than a shitty one. he was also a little scared that robin would become unfathomably upset if steve told eddie what was really going on.

and so would you, so before either of the two could mutter out another lie while you and eddie interrogate them unknowingly at the same time, nancy ended up coming out of her room with a grin,

“i need to go swimming, come on!”

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the entirety of the day you spent at the cabin on your first day of a three day trip, you spent at the lake. not by yourself of course, you and the other two girls swam and tanned as the guys sat in their swim trunks, drinking beers.

to make things more interesting, the three of you decided to have fun diving off the pier and into the lake, splashing each other, and playing marco polo.

now the three of you swam around each other, keeping yourselves afloat to talk and converse. the conversation started about you being in france again, and if you met anyone there, if you had a french lover for the semester or if you were too busy with your head in books.

“there was this one girl, god she was like five foot eleven and just, she was so fucking gorgeous. we met at a cafe and we talked for like a few days until she was like, ‘well i don’t really think i’m gay,’ and i was just,” you explained to the girls and paused. “we kissed and i guess she wasn’t into it so i never heard from her again.”

“you’ve lived like ten lives.” robin deadpanned and it made a laugh bubble to your throat.

“so you’re bisexual?” nancy inquired, genuinely. “you know i thought you were straight actually.”

“yeah i thought i was a lesbian for like six years but then i started dating this guy during high school but i still liked girls so, figured i was bisexual.” you said with a small laugh, and the girls smiled at you.

“so, do you think eddie knows?’ nancy asked the two of you as you guys kept afloat in the water and you raised your eyebrow, looking between robin, nancy, and even glancing over your shoulder to the guys who were now smoking so you could look at eddie.

only for eddie to already be looking at you while you swam in the water. a blush creeped onto your skin, thanking god that your slight sunburn covered it.

“knows what?” you asked.

“that you’re not actually a lesbian,” nancy laughed and you heard robin wince and say nancy’s name.

“what?” you couldn’t help yourself from the high octave in your voice, and nancy looked surprised.

“she didn’t know, nance.” robin said bleakley and nancy mouthed a small sorry to her.

“explain. now.” you demanded, swimming your way to the pier to pull yourself up and sit on the ledge. the girls followed you but stayed in the lake.

“well, see, he kind of thinks that we’re together, like girlfriends. and well, fuck,” robin said as she looked behind you and hit her wet hand against her hand.

“what?” you asked worriedly and saw a forced smile creep onto her lips.

“hey!! eddie!” robin said dramatically and you looked behind you to see eddie, standing in nothing but his black swim trunks and right in back of you. so much as to where you were practically face to face with his groin. you whipped around quickly.

eddie was watching you all day. he couldn’t help but watch you. your bikini set didn’t help him either, steve actually had to tell him to close his mouth when you pulled yourself up from out of the water and onto the wooden pier, every movement causing a bounce and jiggle in your body and sending an ache to his cock.

he was thinking of you so impurely, so twisted that he didn’t even feel like he was being himself. he didn’t understand why he was so obsessed with you, why everything about you made him want you even more.

“well apparently those two assholes have suffered major injuries to their legs because they both asked me to come over here and tell you two girls,” eddie said pointing with his index and middle finger at nancy and robin, “that you are wanted as of now.”

you didn’t bother turning around to peer up at him again, instead you just watched the girls look at you, then at each other, then swimming to the stairs of the pier. eddie takes a seat next to you, legs dangling off the pier. you feel the burn of his body heat sitting right next to you, and you look down to see the distinction between your thighs and eddie’s.

he’s like half your size.

you were nervous, you knew that you were a bigger girl and didn’t care, but suddenly you felt like you were taking up too much space. but he sat this close to you for a reason, your thighs spilled over to touch his at this point.

“is it just me or are they acting reaaaaaaaaally weird?” eddie asked, peeling his eyes from the crease between your tummy touching your thigh, and how the bikini bottom you wore pressed into your hip, to robin and steve. he needed to distract himself before he felt himself forming a tent in his not so stretchy swimming trunks.

you watched robin and steve from across the lake, sitting in lounge chairs and talking, while looking at the two of you. you tried to think back on the way robin had been acting this last month, wondering if she was showing any signs of suspiciousness to understand why she had been so secretive.

“he kind of thinks we’re together, like girlfriends,”

you were thinking back to finding out you weren’t sharing a room with your best friend, and instead the man you’ve thought about between your legs.

she was fucking lying.

“right…. hold that thought, actually.” you said blankly, lifting yourself from sitting on the wooden edge of the pier and fast walking your way to robin’s seat.

one, it was hard to sit next to eddie without being awkward about his presence. and two, this would be your only time to talk to robin about whatever she had up her sleeve.

eddie watched you walk off, how could he not, and watched as the pumpkin orange bikini get taken in between your asscheeks. he was definitely enjoying this view of your curvy silhouette, the rolls of your back, where the strings of your bikini bit into. he was enjoying all of this, and he immediately felt his cock harden again as he let himself consume all of you, and the way your thighs jiggled with every step.

eddie could say he wouldn’t know what love is, which would be true, but whatever it was, he felt it when you came into the picture. he had crushes before, girls in the classes he barely went to, his newest supplier, a girl he made eye contact with once. but you, you torched his body into flames with every touch and laugh. he was consumed by you, his mind only thinking of ways to make you smile, to make you happy. he remembered your favorite foods, what color you chose to wear out more, and even your own childhood crushes.

he wanted to be buried in them, to feel the way they suffocate him when he’s face to face with your thick core, spreading your lips to taste all of you. he couldn’t name a person that made him feel like you do, and he couldn’t imagine anyone else being made for him like you were.

knowing eddie’s eyes were on you, you ignored it as you pulled robin up from her seat.

“you were lying! steve didn’t fucking need your help, you were trying to set me up with eddie!” you hushed out, your cheeks hot.

“what?! i would ne-” you tilted your head and looked at her blankly.

“fuck okay, fine but steve helped me too!” your head whipped to steve who glared at robin and held his hands up in surrender.

“why would you help?” you asked, confused as ever now. you looked between the two as they looked at each other as if they know something you don’t.

“i mean, why would you want to set us up? eddie’s gay!” you said, as a matter of fact.

“and he’s dating you is he not?” you asked questionably, pointing to steve and now as you understood their faces more.

“what? no! you thought he was dating me?” steve exasperated from his seat, which wasn’t that far from where you stood.

“eddie’s not gay… that’s why we tried to um, set you guys up because both of you thought the other one was dating us. so, we took it upon ourselves.�� robin explained and you crossed your arms over your chest to put a hand on your forehead.

“why would you think me and eddie were dating?” steve kept on, and robin shushed him as she looked back to you.

“i mean does it seem like we’re dating? like, am i-”

“steve. not now.” robin said curtly and you tapped your forehead.

“eddie’s… not gay?” you whispered to yourself and looked back to him, only to see him standing behind you.

“you thought i was gay?” eddie asked, finding it a little funny. he was amused, at least. not angry.

“um, steve i need, uh,” robin said and looked at steve. “that thing, you know like that thing i was talking about that time-”

“just go!” you grumbled, keeping your eyes on eddie as you heard their footsteps falter.

the only sound you can hear is nature, the lake, and your breathing. the sun was going down already, and the pink hue of the sunset coated the sky, and glimmered on eddie’s face. he looked beautiful, his curls were tighter given the lake water from earlier, dry now and his pale body was glistening with a small sheen of sweat from the humidity.

“you thought i was dating robin.” you said to defend yourself and his eyes went wide.

“you’re not dating robin? but she’s been like talking about you since forever and the way she talks about you━wait so you’re straight?” he said once he remembered what he was talking about.

“well no, i’m bisexual but, still like men.” you smiled.

there was a shift in the air once those words left your mouth, and when eddie’s eyes fell over your body from your face to your toes, you felt your core clench around nothing. there was something in his eyes that you’d never seen before, knowingly at least, and when your eyes raked over his body, you noticed a bulge in his trunks.

now you felt bare to him, only in two pieces of small cloth that covered your most vulnerable areas. something that eddie noticed too, knowing that he could get you naked bare for him with a pull and a tug on your swimsuit.

“so you’re single?” you blurted and bit your lip.

eddie smirked at the question, and stepped a little closer to you.

“and ready to mingle, baby.”

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it was fairly surprising that everyone decided to shower and settle for watching a movie on the tv in the cozy living room. the fireplace was lit, only because it was practically freezing inside.

you were the last one to shower and after you finally got dressed in the humid bathroom, you ringed your hair dry with your towel and shook the strands apart. you decided that you were ready to hit the sack, wanting to get as much rest as possible before you find yourself out of breath and passing out from heat exhaustion the next day while you’re on your hike with the group. they wanted to actually try the whole campsite thing, roasting marshmallows and drinking water out of a can, meanwhile you just wanted to go dip in the lake again.

you decided to say goodnight to everyone who was downstairs, half already snoring, sprawled out on the floor. one person you didn’t see was eddie, who you actively looked for until you guessed he was in the restroom. your heart was already in your chest as your feet hit each stair, only taking you further to having to spend eight hours in the same bed with eddie munson.

maybe you were nervous. the thought of feeling this guy lay next to you in bed was putting a flutter in your tummy, everything felt like it flipped upside down when the confusion was cleared up between the two. no one ever made you feel like this, not even the six foot straight french girl who seduced you.

before you could even open the door to the room you were hoping that you’d be asleep by the time he came upstairs, just so that the ache between your legs would finally settle down. but to your dismay, you opened the door to eddie, shirtless and laying on his back over the comforters.

he sat up without a second thought, and you almost got whiplash with how quickly he moved and looked at you.

“i can take the floor if you want,” suddenly you felt small. it was a weird feeling, but walking into this room to sleep with him only felt like it was an invitation for more. and you wanted more.

“no it’s okay, i’m just ready for bed.” you said and smiled, closing the door and going to the right side of the bed.

“can i turn this off?” you asked looking over your shoulder just to see him looking at the bare skin of your back that your skimpy little shirt didn’t cover.

“you can do whatever you want, princess.” he muttered under his breath and you turned your head, smiling and pulling the beaded string until you heard a click. his lamp was still on as you pulled your legs into the lifted covers, sliding down to lay on your side and face the opposite direction of eddie.

eddie on the other hand was thinking of what to say as he turned his lamp off, doing the same maneuver you did to get comfortable, except he was facing you. staring at your back again, his eyes went lower until the blanket was resting at the curve of your waist. he noticed where your shirt copied the and molded your rolls and back.

eddie felt like now it was a free-for-all. knowing you’re not tied down to someone, and knowing you were still very attracted to the opposite sex.

“steve and robin tried to set us up didn’t they?” he asked you from behind, his voice still very close to you.

“they did,” you confirmed, softly.

“did you want to be set up with me?” he asked, a little nervous.

“if i tell you then robin and steve would be right.” you said and turned awkwardly to face him, now eye to eye. he couldn’t help but notice the way your tits pressed together.

“who said we have to tell them the truth?”

his hand didn’t waste a second to press into your cheek, his thumb rubbing over your lips to trace them.

“you really want me?” eddie asked.

there it was, the shift in the dark air that was only scarcely lit by the full moon flooding in through the bare window.

you didn’t answer, you only shifted from your position to your knees, moving the blanket off of eddie to see his pale white skin, and straddle his hips when he laid on his back. your hands moved to his chest to steady yourself and his hands fell naturally to the dip of your curve, gripping into the fat of your hips.

he tilted his head to look up at you, your hair cascading down your shoulders to create a sort of shield around your face. he couldn't help but tug at a strand,making you smile.

you just decided to go for it. all the nervousness and teasing and flirting built up to this, when you leaned down to press your lips into his.

it was odd because eddie pictured this moment just like this, with you straddling him in just shorts and a loose fitting tank, watching your soft lips come closer to his with your eyes closed. you were so fucking cute, and he tried to constrain himself from going wild by digging into your skin.

the kiss was soft first, eddie let you move your lips on his before he found a rhythm and moved with you, gentle, soft, teasing kisses to test the waters. you were growing wet with every minute you fixed your lips to his, using one hand to put right under his jaw, rubbing his throat with your fingers.

you thought maybe eddie was just enjoying the kiss way too much as you got a little more messy, the two of you giving hard kisses, but the minute you felt something poking your inner thigh, you realized you had been grinding down on him the entire time.

you pulled away first, leaving him just as breathless as you, but he followed you and sat up with you, chasing your lips. he had a dumb grin on his face, looking over your disheveled look to see where you two met. god, she looks fucked out already.

“eddie?” you hummed, letting your fingers trace the small tattoos and the ones that lead to his manhood.

“fuck, yes baby?” he breathed and watched you take your plush lip between your teeth and sit back fully on his clothed cock. he let out a strained groaned and it brought a smile to your face.

“can i suck your dick?,” you asked unabashedly, “i’ve always wanted to, wanted to taste you,”

eddie was practically already close to exploding in his pants, and you felt the throbbing of his cock against your ass now that he’s fully hard. you were sure that a wet stain would be left on his light colored pajama pants.

“you can do whatever you want with me doll, i’m for your pleasure,” he said as he watched you slide back down between his knees, eddie spreading them so you had more room to lay between him, and you rubbed at the skin above the hem of his pants to admire the growing bulge that was asking for relief, pleading.

“you’re so fucking pretty, baby, can’t fuckin’ believe i could’ve had you since the beginning,” he said in a hushed voice.

you didn’t take long to drag his pants down to his ankles letting eddie kick them off as your eyes stayed pointed at his cock. it looked almost painful, for you and him. he was throbbing, his cock jerking against his abdomen. you salivated, looking at him as you grabbed his shaft at the base and softly stroked him lazily, looking at every vein, every little freckle, and the waay his slit dripped with beads of pre cum.

it was a sight to see. you heard eddie’s low moans as he sat up against the headboard, getting a view of you jerking him.

“you’re dick is so pretty,” you murdered as you watched your fingers tease his slit to use the precum as some sort of lubricant, massaging the head. he let you take full control of him, and the way he tries to buck into your fist made your cunt clench around nothing.

“baby, please,” he begged as you kept your lazy pace up. he was craving your mouth and before he could ask again, you directed his tip into your mouth to let your tongue swirl and play with the angry head.

“ah, fuck-shit,” he hissed, finally feeling your mouth envelop him entirely, not faltering when you tried to stuff as much of his as you possibly could. you hollow your cheeks as you sucked him gently twice, releasing him with a pop, and smiling.

he was focused on only you, not the laughter that came from downstairs, not the crickets singing outside of the window, only the way you went back down to take him in your mouth, reaching the back of your throat this time and gagging.

“my fuck- fuck oh my god,” he strained, letting his hands find your hair to get a better view of your face.

“so fucking good, taking my dick so well baby,” he praised and you moaned with your mouth still taking all of him, keeping the steady pace of bobbing, up and down his shaft with a hand wrapped around his girth, following the same motion of your mouth.

it was a euphoric feeling eddie had, to see his crush be the one to take, or try to take all of him. the girl he’d dream about, think about going down on, was laying between his legs playing with his cock like it is your favorite thing to do.

and slowly, it was becoming your favorite thing. your air was coming in through your nostrils as you cupped his balls, using the slobber that was falling down his cock to massage and fondle them as you flattened your tongue under the base of his shaft, forcing yourself to take all of him. he was trying to cover his moans with pants, but it wasn’t happening..

“fuck, just like that, you’re fucking filthy,” he said sitting up fully now so the top of your head was touching his belly button, still letting your drool and spit create a mess under your hands. you were loving this even when your jaw was crying, you liked being the center of attention for eddie.

you released him again with a long string of spit connecting from your lips to the head of his cock, sitting up on your knees to become eye level with him, still using the spit to jerk him. your grip tightened, loosened, and teased around his red tip to watch his buck, and jerk his body to you.

“need you to fuck me, please,” you asked politely, the spit still on your chin, your eyes watery and your nose a little runny. taking all of him was impossible for you, maybe with his help he’d be able to squeeze the rest of him down your throat to make room, but that was for another time.

eddie’s eyes were on yours, then back between your two bodies to see how your hand worked against him, he felt the heat building up in his stomach, feeling the strings snapping with every stroke.

before he could even release, he grabbed your wrist and halted your movements, using your vulnerability to flip you on your back, gripping your wrists beside your head.

“so you do want me?” he queried, and you giggled.

“no eddie, of course i don’t want you, i’m totally not soaking my panties right now,” you said unbelievably sarcastic as he moved to kiss your cheeks, your neck, licking your jawline and kissing you once more on your lips before he straddle you.

“you’re gonna lay there, your hands up just like this, and you’re gonna be a good girl and take it, yeah?” he shifted, his voice dark and his eyes pitch black as he grinds his naked cock into your thin shorts.

“eddie,” you pleaded, not wanting to keep your arms in the fixed position he held them in.

“need you out of these fucking clothes now,” he said and immediately yanked your shorts and panties down, moving to your shirt.

“take it off for me,” he encouraged and you did, reaching your tank and arching your back to get rid of it. he marveled at your complete nakedness, spreading your legs to situate himself between them. lifting your legs in the air while spreading them, eddie leaned back to take a mental picture of the way your pussy was dripping for him. slick sliding between the cheeks of your ass, over your hole and onto the bed sheets.

“this all for me? no one else?” he asked as he tugged on his cock, stroking himself.

“yes, you, only you, please,” you were bracing for the impact of his hardness pressing and stretching you out, but instead you felt the pads of his fingers trace down your tits, to your belly, to your fupa, and spreading the fat of your pussy lips to see all of you completely.

what he conjured up in his mind was nothing near the actual sight. it was breathtaking, the way your hair fell into a ring around your head, how your tits moved and jumped with every movement you made, the way your belly creased and curved with your legs mid air, the way your thighs looked so meaty with his inbetween. this was heaven, and you were god.

he watched you completely as he sat back on his achilles, your legs still spread for him like the good girl you were, and teasing your clit.

“i need to taste you,” eddie groaned, taking the wetness from your clenching hole up to your clit, rubbing smooth circles.

“eddie, no fuck, please i wanna be full, please,” you moaned, louder than you intended, “you’re just so fucking big, and fucking pretty i just need t’ feel you, need all of you please eddie, give it to me,”

he’d never seen you so fucking responsive, so vocal with him. he was remembering the way your voice dripped with urgency, and seduction. he couldn’t ever tell you no, even in circumstances of being fully clothed and feet away from each other.

“just a taste, please baby,” he bargained, too distracted with the way your cunt sounded as he plays with your pussy. he was teasing your hole at this point, threatening to let you feel the stretch of one finger until he got too impatient to wait for your answer. he quickly dove down onto his stomach, letting his arms hook around your thighs and latching onto your cunt like a fucking bottle.

“you-what the fu-, my god,” you tried to spit it out, but fuck his tongue swirling around your clit and the way his fingers kept your lips spread made you grind against his hand, moving your hands from where eddie told you to keep them and into his curly hair before he pulled up and landed a small slap on your pussy. he watched in enjoyment as it jiggled.

“what’d i tell ya, keep those fucking hands right there baby, be good for me yeah?” he breathed, going back down to lay on his stomach, arms hooked even tighter now. Your hands were thrown up above your head, gripping onto the edge of the bed to stop yourself from yanking his long hair.

“eddie, please, fuck,” you moaned out, the feeling of his finger inching inside you was a fucking tease.

“shit, didn’t know you’d be this tight for me, needa stretch you a little bit, that okay?”

“yes, fuck eddie it’s okay, just, fuck i need more,” you found yourself out of breath, eddie’s arm reaching from your thigh to toy with your nipple, watching every reaction he pulled from you.

“pretty fucking pussy baby, look at you, taking my fingers so good for me,” he continued with the praises, the small words as he released your clit to focus on the way you were sucking his fingers, your walls gripping him tight.

“fuck baby, cum for me, need to taste more of you,” he groaned, unable to help himself when his puts you back into the position of having your calves resting on his shoulders. until he folds you even more with his large hands, to where your knees are touching your shoulders, or at least as far as he could bend you to his preferred shape with your belly in the way. but he liked it, he loved seeing you so mendable for him, pushing your limits of how much you can take.

he wanted you to be pon full display for him, being able to see both holes shine with your wetness.he practically held your ankles bound together to push against your chest, going back down for the third time to watch your cunt spread for him like this, to watch how you leaked down to your asshole.

he licked a wide stripe from your clit to your asshole, licking and spitting on your tight hole to start rubbing his thumb to create a ring of spit on it.

“tell me you want me, princess,” he ordered, eyes trained on the sight in front of him.

“eddie i want you, fuck, fu-,” you breathed and tried to gasp for air, “need it,”

“so good baby, look at you holding those pretty legs for me, let me eat you right,” you didn’t even notice your hands went from the edge of the bend to your legs, holding yourself spread open just for him. If anyone walked in right now, they’d see everything.

the way you were laid for him made you wetter by the second, never being folded or manhandled this way, but as he grabs the cheeks of your ass to move and spread them, he spits on your cunt again and goes back to brutally assaulting your oversensitive bud.

that pressure on your spine was familiar, and the way you felt tingles spread from your inner thighs to the rest of your body, even your legs going weak as you struggled to keep your eyes on his. it was beautiful, mesmerizing even the way he ate your pussy. it was pornographic, the slurping and wet sounds were only growing louder as eddie shook his head, his ose rubbing against your clit when he goes to lick and fuck your hole with his tongue at the same time.

“i’m, cum, gonna-fuck eddie, im fuck-” you couldn’t even get it out before your eyes were clenched, your pussy pulsing and throbbing, pushing all of your release out of your hole where eddie was to lick up every drop.

the moans were eccentric, he’d never heard you this way and seeing you come undone because of him made his cock scream for touch. it was something he could listen to for hours, only wanting to finger fuck you and eat your sweet cunt just so he could listen to the little noises that made him feral.

“need to feel you sweet girl, let me fill this pussy,” he lets your legs fall from where they rested after you went slack during your orgasm, letting your feet plant on the bed bent at the knees.

“can’t fucking think when you’re looking at me like that, princess, do you want me to cum already?” he smiled, watching you watch him with pure adoration and desire, not seeing him as a freak or a lowlife.

he saw your softness in your eyes, soothing a part of him that has never been healed until now.

“please, eddie i want you to make me cum again,” you gasped, lifting your head a little to look over your stomach as much as you can, now letting your eyes lazily travel between eddie’s eyes and where he prodes your entrance with his tip.

he took pride in the way he made you feel, how you looked sweaty and cockdrunk already. he couldn’t get enough of your frizzy hair surrounding you, and the smell of your shampoo mixing with sweat.

“can’t believe you want me, you’re unbelievable,” he said, letting his cock slip between the fat of your pussy lips. he wanted to be covered in you, all of you.

“you’re so big, eddie,” you groaned, feeling his length slip back and forth between your wetness.

“you want it, baby? want me to fuck this pretty pussy?” he asked, his palm flat against the bed next to your head, gripping his manhood with the other.

“fuck eddie, yes i need it, need all of you fuck,” you cried, gripping thr back of his neck to lift your head a little, watching your hips try to pushed down on him.

“let me watch you take it, yeah? wanna see you stretch just for me, only for me,”

he sat up on his knees and spread your legs, lifting them to rest on his shoulders as he admired your glistening sex. every part of you felt like you were burning up, all of your nerves subsiding and turning into pure greed for him, your want stronger than anything else.

he pushed in slowly, softly, watching the fat head slip and disappear into your tight hole.

“holyfuckingshit,” he rushed, watching you take him with a little resistance. it felt like a sting, but spreading into pleasure when you feel his balls against your asshole, filling you up completely.

now, he pressed into your legs to fold you again, this time he was able to watch you and force you to see him as he ruined you for anyone else.

“you’ve got to be kidding me,” he was out of breath already, the few slow strokes he did to the sound of your moans were to stretch you enough for him to lose control on you.

“so, f-, so fucking big,” you almost felt the wind get knocked out of you as you feel the loss of his warmth and length, only to be pushed back into you with more force. hitting the back of your cervix repeatedly, he was lazily smiling at the sounds you were making for him.

“oh baby, there you go, sound so fucking pretty for me,” he encouraged, letting his arms hook around your thighs for more leverage. he pushed you up a little further, almost bringing your chest to your chin as he pounded you harder.

“e-eh, fuck, eddie, s’ lot- it’s, oh eddie,” you cried watching him, grinning with an open mouth as he pants out groans and moans from the way you gripped his cock. felt better than anything and anyone he’s ever fucked.

“what, too much for my pretty girl? what happened?” he cooed, “thought you were, fucking hell, thought you could handle it,” he teased, taking your legs from his shoulders and using his hands to grip at your ankles, spreading further so that your legs are flailing in the air as he fucks you.

it was fucking intense. you couldn’t make sense of anything but him buried inside you, the way your cunt twitched and squeezed around him, and just how close you were to another orgasm.

“fuck, this pussy is mine.” he growled, gripping the fat of your stomach and waist, massaging, “always gonna be mine, sweet baby.”

“tell me, sweetheart . tell me whose pussy this is and i’ll, jesus fucking christ,” he was cut off by the clenching of your cunt, your hole rapidly pulsing as his two fingers dove down to play with your clit, rubbing in lazy fast circles.

“i’ll let you cum, tell me baby,” he urged and you tried to form the words, but nothing but sounds were coming out. the way your breasts jumped with every hard thrust, the way your fat jiggled on your thighs and tummy, how smooth and warm you felt under him, he was losing his mine.

not to mention your little sounds. the whimpers, the silent begging, the cries and gasps for air, it was going straight to his cock that was already starting to twitch from your eyes on him.

“it’s yours eddie, only you fill me up like this, please,” you finally mustered up the words, and you felt your own ball in your tummy growing bigger and bigger with the way you obsered eddie.

out of breath, his hair was clinging to his sticky face and his silver chains he never took off dangled above you. you watched as his muscles flexed and gripped the hard biceps when he pulled you in for an embrace, holding you as he fucked you.

your forehead rested against his right shoulder, peeking down to watch the sloppy mess between you grow wetter and messier. he looked down with you, pressing kisses into your damp hair and face.

“look at that baby, creamin’ all on my dick, my fucking messy girl,” he was aggressive, more aggressive than you’d ever seen him and so much more filthy than anyone could comprehend.

“look so good, fucking me,” you whispered, not even trying to get him to hear but he did. and he was encouraged by it, looking down again as he heard your labored pants in his ear. it was a beautiful sight.

your pussy lips enveloped him completely, letting his length reach the deepest parts of you over and over again. your arousal was dripping down your ass even more now that the two of your juices were mixing together, and forming a white-ish ring around his cock. and it just kept building with every thrust, sending your pussy to clench around him again.

your head was completely empty, nothing but the sensation of being filled to the brim over and over. it was incredible, and having already reached your peak once, to do it again was going to ruin you.

he was already ruining you, the way he turned so dirty so fast, how he spoke to you and watched you completely. he took all of you in as much as he could and let himself watch you undo beneath him.

“cum on my dick, baby,” he said, “pussy feels so fucking good sweet girl, don’t wanna fuckin’ pull out,” he sounded like he was slurring, and his fingers went faster on your overstimulating bud.

he felt the clench of your cunt at his words. “aw you like that? wanna be full of me? give you my babies?”

it was impossible not to scream no, tell him that mentioning babies was practically a threat to you, but the way he moaned those words as his hand went up to your throat just to grab a hold of you, and his other started to toy with your nipples.

“eddie,” you dragged, crying out with your back arching when you felt your buildup finally crash over him. you didn’t even need to tell him, he could feel it by the way you twitched and how you clenched so hard you practically pushed him out of you.

“fuck baby,” he said as he fucked your hole with his tip, the feeling of the curve and edge of the fat cockhead was a different sensation, and as he kept fucking you like that, slow and soft, you felt an oddity in your new buildup.

it was faster, stronger, and as he teased your hole with just his tip, you were cumming again, but this time it was wet. you could heard the small gush over his cock, coating him and his pelvic bone as he gleamed at the sight below him and feeling his own release starting to snap.

“fuck, eddie please, you fuck me so good,” you breathed as you pulled him flush to your chest, letting him still slip in and out of you lazily.

“fill me, please, fuck i don’t care i need it, mark me, make me yours. please, its your pussy please cum inside of me,” you whispered in his ear in a cry, scratching down his pale back as he moaned against you. the vibrations of his noises sent a tingle all over your body, your nipples hardening again.

the thought of eddie getting you pregnant was intense. for you at least, for eddie, he thought it was the best decision to ever make. of course he’d fill you up. why would he have the opportunity and not take it? he wanted everyone to see you knocked up with the freak’s baby, he wanted everyone to know even if you were too smart and too goddess looking for him, he had you.

it was even sending another pulse to your cunt, letting your weak and abused hole tiredly clench on his. you were losing your breath at this point, you’d never been fucked and pleasured like this ever, never for this long either.

he made sure to worship you, to cherish you, to make you feel sexy. he wanted to make you see what he saw, make you feel the way you made him feel. and this was it.

he was falling in love with you, the way he felt like you were made for him even now was pulling at his insides, pulling hard enough to finally let him still his hips inside of you and letting his cock twitch at the deepest part of your cunt.

“fucking, mine. my fucking pussy,” he groaned into your chest, your hands gripping in his hair and rubbing on his scalp.

“s’ yours, only yours,” you said softly as you felt his cock twitch even more, until he groaned and slipped out of you.

it was a new feeling, still feeling full even though all contact was lost between you two. still feeling warmth inside your cunt, until you felt the mixture of both of your releases leaking out of your hole and sliding down your ass. your eyes were closed after he got off of you, and you weren’t sure how he put on his clothes so fast but when the door opened again you saw him walk back in with a wet rag.

“baby?” he asked, craning his neck to see your face in the dark.

“mmm?” you hummed, still laying on your back after turning your head back to the ceiling.

“let me clean you up and we can go to bed, does that sound good princess?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed to separate your legs again.

you expected to feel the coldness of the rag, but you instead felt his fingers softly spreading your pussy lips apart and it sent a chill through you.

“look so good like this, fuck, i think i really truly want to die by your pussy. please?” he said, letting his finger dip his cum back inside of your whole.

“eddie,” you dragged, clenching your thighs together. he just smiled and chuckled a little.

“alright, lets get cleaned up and you can take my shirt,”

you lay there, trusting eddie as your eyes fluttered closed and felt him wipe between your legs and wipe your thighs, finding his shirt that he threw on a chair in the corner to bring back to you, but he already hears the soft snores coming from your body.

he shook you a little before you finally opened your eyes again and smiled sheepishly at him, before listening to his commands and following them, still half asleep.

all he asked was that you sit up and raise your arms, and he tugged the faded iron maiden shirt that was too big for him, but fitting just loose enough on you. before he could even pull the covers over you, still with your eyes closed, you gripped the blankets and pulled them over your bare legs up to your chin, and nestled into the softness.

eddie was a man who did his fair share of sleeping around, with all types of people, and he’s been with older, smaller, skinnier, taller, bigger. but being with you, watching you and being able to sleep next to you was a fucking blessing he didn’t deserve.

so he indulged in it, letting himself wrap you in his arms and holding you until you push him off because you’re too sweaty.

but you don’t do that. you let eddie hold you all night even after hardly any words were exchanged after. and in your dream that night besides dreaming about your future with eddie, was a dream of you thanking robin and steve for their ridiculously foul plan.

a ridiculous foul plan that worked.

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peachsayshi · 1 year

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: mmf threesome; geto x gojo x reader; smut

notes: you can blame my horny state of mind for writing this.

wc: 755

satoru gojo is disgusted with his behavior. he hates that every interaction with you, his best friend’s girlfriend, results in his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. all alone in his bedroom, he slips his hand underneath his boxers to do everything he can to relieve himself, and he whimpers pathetically from the slightest contact. the walls to his shared apartment with suguru are way too thin. he can hear your muffled moans, the sound of your whines feeding his heated state as he pumps even faster. when he closes his eyes he thinks about how suguru fucks you, pictures how pliable you look underneath his large frame and tries to imagine the squelching sounds your pussy makes as suguru pounds into your cunt. he cums all over himself, sinking his teeth into his pillowcase as a single tear trickles down his blushing face. he swears he’s going to stop, that he would finally get a grip on these urges but he’s caught in a vicious circle. it’s a dirty little secret he conceals - but the guilt wraps around his neck like a noose whenever you or geto smile in his direction.

you love how much you’ve integrated yourself into suguru’s life, especially when it came to his cherished friendship with satoru. he always spoke so fondly of gojo - and sometimes you wonder just how close they were prior to you dating. you only recently began noticing a slight shift in satoru’s behavior. you tried not to dwell on it at first, and merely assumed that he was just going through something. but one night, when you snuck away from suguru’s bed to use the bathroom, you approached the door and noticed a strip of light peeking out from underneath the frame. you could hear low grunts coming from the other side, and your stomach coiled because you immediately picked up on what was happening. satoru was moaning softly to himself, cursing under his breath until your name left him like a broken plea. you quickly turned on your heel, marching straight back to your boyfriend’s bedroom in utter shock.

suguru laughs when you tell him the story. you were anxious and worried, but your boyfriend merely chuckled to himself with indifference. “poor guy. he hates being alone. he must be getting frustrated, and it looks like he isn’t getting any action,” he explained with genuine sympathy, before proceeding to point out that he was the only reason why gojo managed to get laid in the first place. “I've been neglecting my duties since we got serious,” he pointed out with a shrug. you were surprised that he wasn’t more alarmed about the situation, but suguru reassures you that satoru wouldn’t cross any lines. at this point, you wanted to satisfy your own curiosities and you boldly asked suguru if he’s ever helped out satoru when he was this deseprate. “it’s happened a few times,” your boyfriend honestly replies, “but satoru and I know it doesn’t mean anything...”

the heavy silence is only broken when you shock suguru with a suggestion, by stating that maybe the two of you can assist satoru in his current predicament. your boyfriend’s eyes glimmer with excitement - and he can’t help but think what this could mean for the three of you in the future.

“is this better, satoru?” suguru murmurs, his thumb tracing over gojo’s throat as he looks down at him.

he’s standing next to the edge of the bed, while satoru lays out flat across the mattress. his best friend nods his head, panting heavily as his slender fingers press into the meat of your thighs. he’s watching you grind your hips back and forth with hooded eyes. his abdominals sink when you drag your nails across his torso, and you can’t help but smile over how pretty he looks melting beneath you.

“fuck, she f-feels...she feels amazing...ugh, you’re so perfect...” he cries, choking out a sob as you slowly raise your hips before dropping your weight back down over his length.

suguru raises his brow with approval, and tucks his bottom lip between his teeth as he eyes you hungrily before flashing you a tender smile.

“she really is...”

his fingers curl underneath satoru’s frosty locks, and he lightly massages his scalp. “you act like such a needy brat when you don’t get what you want...” he huffs, bringing the tip of his leaky cock against satoru’s lips, “now be a good boy and show me how thankful you are.”

#satosugu x reader #geto x gojo x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #gojo smut #geto smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader

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dokk-fukuro · 1 year

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Your Relationship [Osamu Dazai]

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Dazai as your friend:

Respects your relationship, so he’ll never allow himself to flirt with you;

Becomes the initiator of adventures in which you get involved by chance. And this most often ends with a "debriefing" on the topic of the danger of this event;

He often invites you to spend time with him, although he does not fully understand why he does this;

Still avoids physical contact, so no friendly hugs;

He won’t tell you about his past for a number of reasons, one of which is the fear that you’ll simply turn away from him, as he did with everyone to whom he was important;

If you are friends, this doesn’t mean that at some point he’ll not agree to your possible offer to be friends with benefits in order to get the maximum pleasure out of communication and without too much drama;

Dazai as your boyfriend:

Don't expect him to open up to you even a jot. He is still a secretive person, but already out of fear that you will leave, breaking his heart;

If you are lucky and he dares to tell you at least something, accept it with gratitude. Such a chance rarely, if ever, occurs;

Becomes a little more tactile, so be prepared for his clinging with dramatic sobs. Especially if you don't pay attention to him for too long;

A terrible owner who knows how to be jealous beautifully. No, Dazai won't duel to the death for you, if only because he wants to die with you. However, his actions will once and for all discourage any guy from even breathing next to you;

Says declarations of love only when half asleep. It still seems to him that only deeds designate a person as a person, and not empty words;

With the designation of the status of your relationship, you will begin to flirt less with other girls, but will not completely exclude this from your life;

Perhaps he will even reconsider his views on existence, because your presence in his life fills it with meaning. Therefore, it is possible that Osamu will stop looking for attempts to die;

Now to more intimate moments. In bed, Dazai is very tactile and clingy. He wants to feel you even more than physical contact allows, so he doesn’t miss a single opportunity to cuddle up to your naked skin, covering with kisses;

He doesn’t hide his moans and doesn’t even make an attempt to do so. He likes to show you how good he feels with you. Especially when you're riding him;

Likes to talk. He loves to talk very much. It doesn't matter if it's praise or dirty talk. Dazai doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut in moments of pleasure;

His hands are firmly fixed at the head of the bed as you methodically raise and lower your hips, not thinking of accelerating in any way. This is torture for both of you. Both you and Dazai both want to achieve release as soon as possible.

However, it seems to you that mocking him like this is the best way to remind him that you, namely you, are his girlfriend, the one whom he himself singled out from thousands of others.

Osamu bites his lips, doesn't break eye contact to watch you. He likes it when you're on top, likes to see your expression like a winner. You defeated him, now you are proud of yourself. In times like these, you are especially beautiful to him.

"What's upsetting you, sweety?" The young man tries to utter, trying to get out of his shackles. You know for sure about his incredible ability to free himself from any chains, so you did everything to avoid this. “Please, I realized my mistake. Don't torture me, I want to hear your loud moans while I'm inside you so bad. You’re so warm.”

To say that your heart is pounding from these words is the same as to remain silent. And Osamu is a cunning fox, he knows for sure that this will pity you. The tender walls of your pussy cling around his dick, you squirming, in your thoughts waging an unequal battle with the desire to alleviate the sweet torment of both. And... you give up, picking up the pace, listening to Dazai moaning loudly underneath you.

“You are incredible. Please, belladonna, I want to fill you with my cum,” he drawls, still making vain attempts to discreetly free his hands.

Osamu wants to touch you, to squeeze your thighs in his hands, and the inability to do this is like torture.

And, unlike the relationship of friends with benefits, will remain with you in the same bed until he leaves for work. He appreciates your relationship, believing that the world took pity on him for once, since he sent you to him;

Although he seems like a romantic at first glance, Dazai is far from it. Therefore, bouquets of flowers and a romantic dinner are not about him;

He won’t tell you about ADA so that he doesn’t involve you in these things. However, if you are one of the employees, he’ll try to do everything so that you don’t get hurt, or he’ll reduce the danger to a minimum as much as possible.

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harlowsbby · 11 months

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Pranks & Make Ups

Pranking Jack has been one of your favorite things to do lately simply based off the fact that he always fell for it every single time.

Lately Jack and You have been arguing nonstop so you decided to make it seem like you had left him while he was out at the studio all day. You even got Urban and Druski in on the prank.

“Are you sure he isn’t going to be too upset? I mean I still want him to be friends with me.” Urban was scared as always but Druski on the other hand was completely on board.

“I can’t promise he won’t be upset but just come on Urban stop being so scary.” You we’re packing up a few things with Druski while Urban stood outside the studio. “Is he still being paranoid? Tell him get a grip.”

Urban rolled his eyes at Druski’s words. “So what exactly are we doing here? I need to know the game plan.”

“Just bring Jack back over here after the studio session but try and record his face I just know it’s going to be priceless.” You knew making Jack believe that you left him was wrong but at the same time maybe he’d realize that all of this arguing and bickering was draining. You hated arguing with him and having to go days and days without talking.

“Alright well I’ll text you when we’re on the way Jack just texted me asking where I was. I swear if he gets upset with me ima-.” You rolled your eyes and cut him off. “You aren’t going to do anything and I’ll see you soon.” You hung up the phone and finished packing a few things.

After you finished setting up the cameras you stood back and looked over everything making sure the cameras were already filming. “Man this is about to be the prank of the year.” Druski spoke as he came into the kitchen.

“It really is.” You couldn’t wait to see how Jack was going to react.

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“Urban where are we going man? We’ve been driving around trying to find you something to eat for 20 minutes already.” All Jack wanted to do was go home and be with you but instead he’s driving around Urban.

“What’s the rush for? We never spend any time together anyway.” Jack looked at him with his eyebrows raised.

The real reason as to why Urban wasn’t in a rush to get back to the house was mainly the fact that he was afraid of how Jack was going to react. Jack hated pranks he truly did he especially hated being the person that was getting pranked.

Jack was getting fed up at this point. “Urban, I’m going back home find something to eat at the house.” Urban took out his phone and messaged you to get out of the house since they’d be there in a few minutes.

You weren’t actually leaving the house you were going to be hiding in the laundry room and since Jack never did laundry there was no doubt in your mind that he’d check there. You and Druski went and hid in the laundry and just in time too because you heard the front door going off.

“Babe!!” Jack yelled as he set down his bag on the kitchen counter. “Where is she?” He asked Urban. “I don’t know that’s your girlfriend.”

“Baby? Hellooo where are you.” You covered your mouth as you tried your hardest not to laugh you could hear the sound of doors opening and closing.

He even looked under the sink. “Now why would she be under the sink? That’s be so serious here.” Jack rolled his eyes at Urban. “You never know.”

“Did she say she was going anywhere? Maybe she went to Neelam’s house or something.”

“No she didn’t say anything and I know she isn’t mad at me I mean we haven’t had an argument in a few days or so.” Jack bit his lip anxiously he knew the two of you have been going at it like cats and dogs recently and the only thing he could do was pray that you didn’t end up on deciding to leave him.

“Let me call her.” Jack sat on the couch and tossed the ball to your dog Samuel while the phone rang he smacked his lips and furrowed his brows when the phone went straight to voicemail.

“What the fuck.” He whispered to himself Urban stood behind him nervously and chewed on his nails. “Did she tell you she was going anywhere?” Jack turned around and looked up at Urban.

“Nope not that I know of.” He said in a high pitched voice Jack glared at Urban because he knew he was hiding something.

“She isn’t answering any of my calls or any of my texts.” He said in a defeated tone he called you again and decided to leave you a few voice audios Jack hated being vulnerable in front of his friends but for you he was willing to show that vulnerable side.

“Baby, where are you? You have me calling your phone and texting you non stop before I know it I’ll be putting up missing posters of you around the neighborhood like SpongeBob did for his snail, whenever you get this please call me back or something just let me know you’re safe. I love you babe.”

You had texted Urban letting him know you left a little note by the side of the fridge a little fake note you wrote to Jack to make it seem like you had left him. “Jack what’s this note here?”

Without any sort of hesitation Jack was springing up to his feet. “What note? Let me see.” He snatched it out of Urban’s hand and leaned against the counter as he opened it up. “Who is it from? Read it out loud.”

“It’s from Y/N it says I’m sorry I had to leave on such terms like this but lately with all of the arguing and fighting it’s been draining me and I can’t do it anymore, again I’m sorry but this is goodbye Jack.” He couldn’t move he felt like he was stuck in a trance you really left him that’s the only thing that was running through his head is the fact that he’d never see you again.

“Jack.. are you good?” Urban spoke slowly but calmly to him. “She I mean she really left me.” He licked his chapped lips slowly it felt as if he had lump stuck in his throat.

“She isn’t going anywhere.” He said sternly. “What do you mean she isn’t going anywhere? It seems like she left to me.” Urban stated dumbfounded.

“Well print out pictures of her and post them around town shit I don’t know but all I know is she isn’t leaving me.” Jack’s eyes started filling with tears as a few fell his freckles started to glisten.

You honestly felt terrible at this point you didn’t think he’d react this way you frowned as you cracked open the laundry door a bit more. “What are you doing?” Druski whispered yelled. “I think I should end the prank no?”

Druski shrugged his shoulders. “You’re such a simp I swear.” You huffed. “Whatever that’s my man.” You removed yourself from the laundry room which made your presence known Jack turned around and smiled when he saw you.

“Baby? You’re here.” Within a minute he had his arms wrapped around you and he was spinning you around in the air, Urban and Druski watched the two of you in disgust. “I never even left.” You stated.

“Oh so you pranked me or some shit?” He raised his eyebrow and you nodded your head and bit your lip trying to hide back your laugh.

“Only because we’ve been arguing so much lately and I thought if I made it seem like I left you’d finally realize just how much I meant to you because lately I don’t feel like I matter.” You whispered and looked down at the floor. Jack coo’d and lifted your face up. “You matter very much to me baby don’t ever second guess or doubt yourself or what we have. I love you and don’t ever question if I do or don’t.”

You smiled and pulled Jack in for a hug his shirt probably stained with your tears by now. “Gosh the two of you make me sick.” Druski faked gagged.

“Right, the two of you might as well fuck on the kitchen counter.” Jack and You gave one another knowing looks. “Eww!!” “That’s really gross I eat off that counter.” Urban gagged as the two of you laughed.

“Well I recommend the two of you leave because we’re about to take over the entire house in a few minutes.” You chuckled as Jack started leaving soft butterfly kisses on your neck.

“Yeah you know I actually had plans so I’ll see the two of you later?” Druski quickly left while Urban still stood there. “I mean I don’t have any plans or anything.” Urban stated.

“Urban if you don’t leave right now.” Jack said in a threatening tone. “Druski wait up!” Giggling softly you looked up at Jack and he was already looking at you.

“You ready for tonight baby? I’m positive it’ll be a long one.” Jack took your hand and led you up the stairs. “Oh trust me I’m ready Jack.”

You never would’ve guessed a silly little prank would ever be able to reunite and rekindle the love you had for Jack but yet it did and honestly in some weird little way you were grateful it did.

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nikolai-vincent · 27 days

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Y'all I have a big list of Byler things and I need help to make sure that everything I've stated is actually true and not my mind making things up💀🤣🤭 so prepare for a long list and I'll cut it down so it doesn't take years if you wanna scroll by it lmao

Mike tried calling Will all the time while he was in Cali (& could be the reason for weird airport interaction) Mike can't use a telephone to talk to El bc of of government listening in, so Dustin's words are about Mike calling Will but not being able to reach him.

It wasn't love at first sight, the offical season 1 trailer with the scene where they first find El, Mike's first thought is "That's not Will." And also this is Mike's plan to get rid of her from the night they found her, even though he is supposedly already in love with her since he said he loved her the moment he saw her?🤨

His monologue didn't help/wasn't fully true, El didn't have a single flashback of her and Mike throughout their whole relationship except for when they found her in the woods. They've been dating for roughly 9 months before breaking up for 3, then getting together again and currently at 6 months (so 1 year and 3 months of officially dating, having known each other fully for 3 years, although not fully because she was gone for a whole year) and yet she didn't have a single other memory besides the night they saved her?

Mike and El didn't speak that much for 2 full days while they were stuck in the van?? Even after Mike's love confession, all El was apparently talking about was how she feels like she lost the battle with Vecna and how Brenner had put it into her head and stuff.

Mike has a sort of superhero idealization for El. He's mentioned multiple times that she's a superhero, she's a machine that can help find Will, and it's shown throughout the seasons how much Mike loves superheroes. In my opinion, that's not a super great thing to compare your girlfriend to, especially after she has shown to want to be more than that, but feels like that's all she's good for now.

They never see eye to eye/always disregard the others feelings/attempt to be understanding. All of their arguments I've seen, they both try to be understanding at first, but then they shut each other down and speak for the other person when they're doubting each others thoughts (one scene perfectly showing this is their fight in El's room in season 4).

Mike and El knew each other for roughly a week (at 12 years old) before getting together and then immediately getting separated for a whole year, only to become reunited and jumping immediately into a relationship at 13 and ignoring their friends to only kiss each other for 6 months and not deepen their bond emotionally?? Then they break up like it's nothing and Mike doesn't know what she likes when he tries to buy her a gift to apologize (only after Lucas says something) (then getting into a fight with Will for the first time and apologizing as soon as possible on his own choice).

Mike has issues saying I love you (tried saying it once in s3 and couldn't even say the word "love", instead going for "blank makes you crazy" which El didn't understand. Only time he says it was in a high stress situation and he blurted it out to everyone except her, with a look of shock and confusion. S4 he doesn't say it at all, writing "from, Mike" all the time, to which he is confronted by her and only is able to say "I care for you... so much." And "I say it." ("It" being I love you) (which is a lie) That fight in El's room would've been the perfect time for him to tell her he loves her after he sees her crying to him about it, he could have perfectly said something like, "El, of course I love you. I'm sorry I don't say it, I'm just not used to feeling this way, but thank you for talking to me about it, I'll try to work on it." Or something to comfort her. In the end he is only able to say it in a high stress situation (AGAIN) and only after having a whole speech from Will, and needing Will to tell him not to stop and to say whatever it was he couldn't before. (Which, Will didn't know that Mike couldn't say I love you to her) Mike was given false hope that El needed him and felt better for being different because of him, which was a lie and those feelings were from Will himself, his speech was a veiled love confession.

Mike subtly (or unintentionally) compared both of his relationships with Will and El by saying that meeting Will "was the best thing he's ever done" but meeting El was "Not fate. Not destiny. Just simple, dumb luck." (He chose to befriend Will, by actively going up to him and asking, whereas he didn't choose to meet El, it was an accident).

Mike struggles to switch his focus between El and Will, we've seen throughout all of the seasons how Mike acts with Will and how he acts with El, and I'll be honest, they're pretty similar. He's soft, sweet, and casual with Will, and he's nice, gentle, and kind with El (just in general, relationship stuff aside). But then you put them in the same room and Mike doesn't know how to act properly with either of them, and we honestly don't see the real interactions with these three until season 3. I've noticed a lot that when Mike and El are in a relationship, they ignored everyone and just made out, but after they broke up, the whole group was together and had no issues with doing so (I guess the flayed helped with that, though lol).

Will is the only person that Mike will immediately try to apologize to if he did something wrong, whereas anyone else he blames others and doesn't apologize until someone tells him to (examples: Dustin told Mike to apologize to Lucas in season 1 after they fought, Mike was blaming Lucas and didn't want to apologize even though Mike was the one that started the fight. He didn't apologize to El in season 3 for the way he was acting, instead choosing to lie and needing help from Lucas on what to get for El as an apology (again, Mike knows nothing about El by this point still), and yet later on after he has a fight with Will, he bikes to Will's house to apologize, he blames himself, calls himself an asshole (with Lucas following, not leading). Seasone 4, the second fight that Mike and Will have is in the skating rink, Mike calls Will a douche and says he sabotaged the whole day by moping, rolling his eyes, and not talking but later on he goes to Will and immediately starts apologizing and says he was being a self pitying idiot, and telling Will that he wasn't being a douche and Will didn't deserve to be called that).

Mike and Will are very different compared to their friendships with Dustin, Lucas, or Max. (With proof being from Mike himself, saying "Max and Dustin and Lucas.. they're-they're great.. they're great, it's just-it's Hawkins, it's not the same without you. And maybe I was worrying too much about El, and I feel like I lost you or something." (Something along those lines lol)

The Duffers have compared Mike and El's relationship to Elliot and E.T, a friendship between a kid and an alien.

El was upset with Mike during the cabin cleaning scene (giving him a side eye and sighing heavily before going to her room) after Mike's supposed love confession.

Mike agreed (by nodding) when Will was talking in the desert about how it's scary to open up to people you care about the most bc of them possibly not liking the truth (Will was comforting Mike about El during this, sort of) (Why would El not like the truth if the truth was that Mike loves her?? Sus).

Mike showed a big difference in priority when it came to searching for Will vs El. In season 1 after Will went missing, Mike (+ the party) was told by the police to stay home and not interfere in the investigation. Mike disobeys and goes out (+ the party) to search for Will in the dark and rain. After meeting El, they use her as a weapon to continue searching for Will. After finding Will's "body" in the quarry, Mike switches on El and is mean and blames her for not telling the truth about Will. El then shows Mike through the walkie-talkie that Will is alive and Mike believes her (even after seeing Will's body, he has hope again that Will could be alive), he's nice to El again after this. Vs, when El goes missing at the end of S1 and going into S2, Mike believes she's dead (although not seeing a body), and doesn't go searching for her. He sees her through the window on the same night she disappeared, but he never goes out to look for her. The only thing he does for the whole year is try to talk to her through a walkie-talkie, but he never leaves his house to try and find her (even though he's seen proof of her being alive) while she's gone, Mike's priority is fully focused on Will and his possession. In season 3, Hopper threatens Mike to stay away from El (similarly to what he said about staying home and not looking for Will in season 1) and he immediately agrees and doesn't try to see her.

Mike has a lot of familial/platonic parallels with El's father figures than he does romantic, he's always paralleled with Brenner (with proof in season 4, the "what did you do?" / "what have you done?" scene at the rink) which is so bad and sad, and some scenes similarly with her and Hopper.

Gotta say it, Mike has looked at Will's lips multiple times (at least 4, off the top of my head) (which is 4 times more than he has with any of his other friends probably) and he barely does it with El. If it was a mistake during filming, they would've shot it again, bc they were obvious but they stayed in.

And just with the way Mike looks at Will compared to his other friends or even El, that boy looks more in love than the one canonically in love.💀

In both season 1 and season 2 (besides their first kiss and the snowball (which weren't planned originally, I believe)) Mike has never been the one leaning in or attempting to kiss El, he just stands and stares confused as she does all the work.

Mike has Will's art all over his basement from when they were children (and some in his room, I think?) But he throws away and crumples all of the letters he receives from his long distance girlfriend? Sus.

The difference in Mike's reactions to being broken up with romantically vs platonically in season 3. His face shows a sort of disgust and almost guilty when El breaks up with him, and his face is full of guilt and sadness when Will tells him he wanted to stay with him forever.

Mike was fruity af during his apology to Will in S4 Ep4 just saying.

Canonically Mike only smiles in pictures when Will is in them as well. (Photos in tags bc I'm at the limit😔)

It's been confirmed that Mike is clueless about Will's feelings for him, so I'm wondering why he was so affected by the 6 months away with only a couple phone calls that lead to him not even wanting to hug Will at the airport (even though he saw how happy and excited Will was to see him again) when he hugged Will perfectly fine at the end of S3 (even though they never actually resolved their first fight in the rain?) Hm. Sus.

Mike has Smalltown Boy on his (OFFICIAL) spotify playlist?? A song about "the need for gay men to flee small-town intolerance and pursue reinvention in the big city. " ???

Just a cute thing about Mike and Will beings friends since the first day of kindergarten (when they were 5 years old) and having the longest friendship out of everyone in the party.

Kind of iffy about this one but the song Tarzan Boy was playing at the roller rink (a song about being free and doing what you want) when Will, Mike, and El were at the table. (Probably not a lot of significance but still a thing).

From an outsiders perspective, Mike and El were not happy when they were skating at the rink together, from Will's perspective, they were super happy and laughing together while Will was left behind. This is shown when Angela walks into the rink with her friends, we see Mike and El from her pov and their faces are very stoic while they hold hands.

That's all I have for now, I've had these written in my notes for like 2 years lmao but please, if you've even gotten this far, let me know if anything looks inaccurate and I'll fix it:) and also feel free to add anything you've noticed as well! I'd love to see it.

#byler #stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #byler analysis #<sort of

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smartycvnt · 8 months

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Path of Misery

Title: Path of Misery Pairing: Jill Valentine x Reader Prompt: 24. Placing kisses on each other's scars NR WC: 1902

Y/n sighed as she walked into her living room to find Jill sulking by the window. The BSAA taking Jill back after Africa had been a minor miracle. It had been Chris vouching for Jill that kept her out of a prison answering or crimes that she had been forced to commit. Jill had been less than happy about the not guilty verdict, despite the fact that it was keeping her out of jail. She didn't believe that she deserved any of the kindness being extended towards her, especially Y/n's. To Jill, Y/n was the biggest victim in all of this. Not only had she lost Jill, but the whole reason Jill had been sent away to get lost was the person who had brought back a shell of the former STARS operative.

"How long are you going to sit there and feel sorry for yourself?" Y/n asked. Jill's brows furrowed at Y/n's question. Y/n had been nothing but sweet and supportive throughout all of this, and after nearly five years of sitting around waiting for Jill to pick herself up, Y/n was going to start just putting Jill together herself. "It's ridiculous Jill."

"Excuse me?" It was a challenge, one that Jill never expected Y/n to take. Y/n had always been softer than Jill, less cut out for the horrors of the world. Even TerraSave had proven to be too much for Y/n to handle, which was a shame considering how brilliant Y/n had been while working there. All it had taken was one bad mission and Y/n was calling it quits and giving everything up.

"I said it's ridiculous. I mean, I am not wrong. You sit there and complain about the BSAA keeping you on training wheels, but I haven't once seen you do anything to prove that you can handle even what they're giving you. If I was your boss, or even Chris, I'd demand you hand in your badge and gun on the spot. You obviously want to stay broken and wallow in your misery for a bit longer." Y/n hated how harsh her words were coming out, but she had to stay strong. Jill crossed her arms over her chest as she turned further into herself. "Seriously? After all that you're not doing a single thing to prove me wrong. I can't with you anymore."

"Leave me in my time of need, what a great girlfriend!" Jill shouted at Y/n.

"You did it to me first!" Y/n yelled back. Jill dropped her arms as she faced Y/n. There were tears sparkling in Y/n's eyes, and if Jill didn't know why Y/n was so upset, she would have thought they made Y/n's eyes look even more beautiful. However, all Jill could feel was guilt as she watched the first few tears drip down Y/n's face. "You left me after Terragrigia. You went with Chris to chase after BOWs, and then you got yourself almost fucking killed trying to save him. I've taken so much time to take care of you, but you didn't even give me a week. Do you remember what you said to me when I got back from that mission, Jill?"

"I don't want to do this now," Jill said with a voice smaller than Y/n could have thought possible for her. "Please don't make me do this."

"What did you tell me Jill?" Y/n asked again.

"Y/n, I am sorry, okay? I'm sorry that I didn't take care of you. I'm sorry that I ran away because I was scared that the things I could offer you weren't going to be enough. I'm sorry that I can't stop thinking about the things I did to the people who were supposed to be my friends. I'm sorry that I can't take my fucking shirt off without a goddamn reminder of what I did. I'm sorry that I feel guilty every single time I see that scar on your shoulder because you shouldn't have been anywhere near that stupid island or that dumb organization. I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry."

Jill fell forward onto her knees in a fit of sobs. Y/n knelt down next to her and cradled the woman's head as she cried. Jill curled into Y/n's arms and tried to hide herself until she calmed down. Y/n lifted Jill's head up and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Jill pulled Y/n in for a kiss, grateful that they could have that moment and know that it wouldn't be held against her. Anybody else would have thrown Jill out months ago, but Y/n had always been faithful, even whenever she thought Jill was dead.

"You shouldn't be ashamed of your scars," Y/n told Jill. She placed her hand over Jill's chest, her fingertips landing on the little scars where the scarab had dug its legs into. Jill took a deep breath as she pulled her shirt over her head so that Y/n could see them. Y/n's breath hitched in her throat as she saw Jill's body for the first time in years. Y/n had seen parts of it whenever Jill was still in the hospital, but she hadn't seen the fading scars from the training Umbrella had put her through. "Can I touch them?"

"Yes," Jill said. She closed her eyes and held her breath as she waited for the feeling of Y/n's fingers on her skin. Instead, Jill was met with soft kisses being pressed against each one. Y/n took her time to get each one on Jill's scars on her torso before she sat up properly and pressed a kiss to the one just above Jill's lip. "I love you."

"I love you too," Y/n said as she handed Jill her shirt back. Jill tossed it aside and moved to sit behind Y/n. Jill let her fingers brush over the skin raised on Y/n's shoulder from one of the many incidents that had occurred whenever Y/n had been sent to Terragrigia. Y/n let out a small sigh as the contact forced memories of that time back into her brain, only to be pushed out by the gentle feeling of Jill's lips against her skin. It was a time she'd never want to return to again, but she was grateful for it ultimately allowing her to be closer with Jill in the long run.

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fairyofthestar · 2 years

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puppy princess

word count: less than 1k

genre: fem!reader, pining, unrequited love, not a happy ending

requested by: anon

(poor second lead beomgyu)

you know me as your boyfriend's goofy friend i seem to have this effect on women and your friends aren't as goofy as i am

soobin was beomgyu's best friend. if the entire world suddenly turned against him, he was sure that soobin would be the only person who would stay by his side no matter what.

he has done exactly that since the first day they met in daycare center. someone tried to snatch away poor baby beomgyu's toy truck and soobin was there to tell the other kid to back off.

being attached to the hip since then, they've witnessed the achievements and know the stories of all the first times of the other, yet one that beomgyu wished he never knew was soobin's first girlfriend.

the moment he saw you walk through the doors of a nearby cafe one summer day, beomgyu knew that he was a goner. he couldn't take his gaze off of your flowy hair, vibrant glow, and eyes filled with starlight. he thought he had found the one until you approached him and soobin's table, soobin standing up to plant a kiss on your cheek.

ah, so you were soobin's girlfriend.

beomgyu tried his best to make the first meeting as comfortable as possible, pretending as if a whole future with you didn't already flash through his mind. it worked. you found him incredibly funny since his humor was right up your alley.

beomgyu was glad that he managed to act like his usual self that morning, yet he was in turmoil as he tossed and turned in his bed that night, trying so hard not to think about you. 'it's just a silly crush. it will be gone by tomorrow,' he thought to himself.

'cause i feel weak in your hands and your feet a precious end, i'll never feel your touch

beomgyu didn't know what was wrong with him.

it's been months since he first met you and he couldn't forget about his stupid crush on you. in fact, it only became worse. he felt like such a douchebag, pining over his best friend's girlfriend like this. yes, he was keeping his distance and knew his limits, yet he couldn't stop himself from thinking about how he should be the one holding your hand or greeting you with a kiss on the cheek the way that soobin does.

he would find his eyes lingering on you longer than he should, trying to memorize each and every detail on your face. he has stared at you long enough to notice a few unconscious habits of yours. he wonders if soobin has noticed them too.

when soobin runs a bit late during lunch, beomgyu would have this fantasy in his head where you would confess that you never liked soobin as much as you thought you did. he imagined that you would tell him that you liked him the moment that you saw him. he imagined that you would press your lips on him and he would let out a sigh in the kiss, relieved over the fact that he could finally hold you the way he wanted to and he could finally taste those lips that would keep him up at night.

but fantasies are fantasies for a reason.

it was hard for him. he thought it was unfair that he was the unlucky guy to suffer such fate. he saw you everyday since you were always latching on to soobin and he could only make a few excuses as to not look like he was actively avoiding being with soobin—being with you.

he hated how magnetic you were, how a single smile from you would make his entire day brighter, especially when he was the reason for your smile.

so what if he would try harder in acting goofier than usual when he knew your eyes were on him and so what if he had a list of jokes in his phone that he would review every night? no one knew about his intentions except him, and the reward of hearing your contagious laugh was all worth it.

it was the only way he could get your attention without having to break any relationships and friendships since everyone knew that choi beomgyu was that one person who would try hard in making someone laugh, even when he himself was suffering inside.

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🎁 Something New (Taywhora) for Teri - VioletSchiffer

SECRET QUEEN 2022

a/n- i really hope you enjoy this, i've really enjoyed writing these two as always!! <3

There wasn't a day go by where Tayce found herself getting irritated by A'Whora. Something about the girl pissed her off to the extreme; it was usually her attitude which rubbed her up the wrong way, both in class and out of it. They both shared the same fashion class, as well as being part of the same friend group in their college.

Despite this, they were far from friends.

Tayce had tried to get along with A'Whora, with the help of Ellie and Lawrence. However, every time she tried to start a conversation with the woman, she would make some snide remark to Tayce and flounce off to Joe. She couldn't be bothered to try with a woman who quite frankly was an arrogant cow to her.

Similarly, A'Whora found herself getting frustrated by Tayce but it was for different reasons. Tayce had always been popular, throughout high-school and then into college. She couldn't remember a day when she hadn't been surrounded with a group of friends, something which A'Whora had always envied. The only friend she had throughout her time in school had been Joe-everyone else had always come and gone. Whilst it was nice to have some company in the flat they shared, alongside Ginny, she still missed something. Not to mention, A'Whora's lack of a partner was something which had been playing on her mind since she had joined the college. Being queer was somewhat difficult for her, especially as there didn't seem to be anyone else both in their friend group and the wider year who was queer and single.

Ginny had tried to help her, in any way they could. From the numerous dating profiles that Ginny had set up (albeit some of them had been done so without A'Whora's knowledge), to the clubs that they had dragged her out to in hopes for a girlfriend. Alas, anyone that A'Whora did find only turned out to either be a one night stand or a string of dates that fizzled out within a few weeks. She tried not to let it get her down, instead throwing herself into her classes.

However, Tayce always seemed to make her feel worse.

Despite the fact she really liked Tayce.

Which she'd never tell anyone, of course.

"So has anyone found someone so far this year?" Lawrence asked as the group sat around the table at lunch one day. It was now mid-October, a few weeks into the term and by now they had all settled in again.

"What do you think?" Veronica huffed, sat opposite Lawrence. "There's no point in asking that question, Lawrence, unless it's a chance for you to boast about your own relationship with Ellie."

"You're lucky she's gone off with Bim for that meeting about textiles otherwise she'd rip your head off for that Vee." Ginny snorted. "I'm sure that lovely Lawrence here wouldn't do such a thing, would you?" They turned to the person in question, who shook their head.

"Of course not babes! I would never dream of it!" Lawrence caught the eye of A'Whora, who had been glued to her phone the entire time. "What about you A'Whora? Got any mystery lovers that we should be aware of, someone hiding in your wardrobe?" A'Whora shook her head, her eyes not budging from her screen.

"Surprised she hasn't been shagging some girl behind Tescos." Tayce murmured, causing Asttina to let out a muffled snort behind her hand at the remark. This didn't go unnoticed by A'Whora, who now quickly looked up and glared at Tayce.

"Oh piss off Tayce, it's none of your business is it!" She hissed at the other girl, putting her phone down on the table. "Just cause you haven't dated anyone since Year 10!" There was a sharp intake of breath from Ginny as Tayce locked eyes with A'Whora, a blank expression on her face.

"At least I don't slag off other people's dating lives for the fun of it since I don't have my own." There wasn't an edge to the Welsh woman's calm voice, however her message was crystal clear. A'Whora seemed to understand as-her cheeks were flushed as she stood up and gathered her belongings, before quickly storming off. A moment of silence clouded over the table, which was broken by Joe.

"Well that wasn't the most pleasant of conversations we've ever had at this table was it?"

A few days passed and there was a clear frost in the air between Tayce and A'Whora. Despite the group's best efforts to try and get the women to reconcile, their attempts fell short and they continued to either ignore each other or bicker endlessly over the smallest of incidents.

Finally, their arguing culminated in a party that Bimini was hosting at their flat for their friend group. Everyone was there, including the two conflicting women, however they were being kept apart by Joe and Ellie (both of whom had been trying to keep the peace recently). For the first part of the evening it had been going well, and everyone seemed to be getting along, aside from the petty bickering that was ongoing between Lawrence and Ginny over their separate coursework.

"Tayce!" A'Whora's voice called her from across the room. "Can I talk to you?" She turned to look at the older woman. "Like now?"

"Sure." Tayce put down her drink and followed A'Whora outside into the back garden, a knot of unease in her stomach. As they walked outside the noise behind them quietened until it was virtually silent when Tayce shut the door behind her. She faced A'Whora, noticing the woman had a small frown on her face. "What's up?"

"I…" The other woman hesitated for a brief moment. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry, for all of this."

"How come?"

"I feel bad." A'Whora shrugged, looking down at her feet. "Not fair on you is it really, or on anything else."

"Glad you've grown up a little bit then." Tayce smirked, stepping forward. "A surprise if I'm totally honest."

"Oh give over Tayce." She tried to keep a level tone but a small smile crept onto A'Whora's face.

"I don't think I will, darling." Tayce smiled, moving towards the other woman. "Not at all." Placing one finger under A'Whora's chin and tilted it up, studying her face.

"See something you like, Welshie?"

"I think I do." Tayce murmured, before leaning in to kiss the woman gently. A'Whora felt her heart jump before she kissed Tayce back, looping her arms around her waist.

She'd gotten what she wanted at last.

#rpdr fanfiction #rpdr uk #uk2 #taywhora #tayce #a'whora #minor ships include:#ellie x lawrence #lesbian au #angst #hidden love #happy ending #secret queen 2022 #aq fandom exchange #for teri #violetschiffer

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fortheloveoffanfic · 2 years

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Hellooooo Jim anon here!! For the last headcanon I knew there might be a chance you’d be “like Jim” so uuuh if you want I can rewrite it the other way around!

Now I have another headcanon but it’s just very…well I hate Yvonne because I found her incredibly manipulative and I’m not saying Jim was perfect and all because he was far from that. However, I had this very off feeling with Yvonne. Especially with that scene with Danielle where she acts all innocent when she knows exactly who Danielle is talking about because it’s her ANYWAY so you can totally hate this and not even respond, I just need to get it out of my system!

Little disclaimer over so now headcanon time!! (For real 😅)

Jim has a birthday party/ dinner party at some friend’s house which he obviously tells you about because you’re his girl, you’ve already met most of his friends and you get along really well so obviously you get invited as well. Tiny problem, you have a meeting at the end of the day so you won’t have time to go home. But it’s fine, Jim will go to his friend’s and you’ll join him when you’re done.

Party day: you put an outfit in your car so you can change instead of going to the dinner with your work clothes + do your hair, put some makeup in your bag (idk how you get ready so whatever you’d do to get ready for a dinner with friends)and you say goodbye to Jim because you won’t see him before the evening.

Jim goes to the dinner like he’s supposed to and of course when he arrives, he says hello to his friends but guess who’s there as well? YVONNE! (I know they only knew each other through Danielle so let’s say she got invited to the dinner as well through someone else) so of course, Jim says hello to her as well because even if it’s awkward, it’s not like he hates her or they ended on very bad terms.

Yvonne sees he came alone and as far as she knows, he is with Orla so she asks “oh and you didn’t bring…hmm…O-orla?” And obviously Jim tells her he’s not with her anymore but he doesn’t have the time to say he’s with someone else because I like drama and she changes the topic. Of course our little manipulative minx thinks “hey he’s single, tonight is gonna be my night” and she just lightly flirts with him and Jim may be a bit obvious because in his mind, they both moved on and they’re really just friends.

Half an hour later you arrive, all pretty and smiling because you’re gonna have a great time and it’s gonna be fun! You greet everyone, apologize for being late and quickly find Jim talking to some woman. It’s totally fine btw, you’re not the kind to “the only girl he gets to talk to is me” so you just very naturally walk over them to both greet them.

You kiss him on the cheek (or on the lips but personally I’d feel uncomfortable doing that in front of someone else) and he wraps an arm around you, all smiling because he really missed you today! And you have to remind him to introduce you to his friend which he does. He tries to stay natural because he obviously told you about Yvonne and he’s a bit scared you may think there is more, he’s talking to her for other reasons than just being friendly (orla believed it at least). But passed the initial shock of meeting the woman he cheated on his wife with, you didn’t care much: it’s in the past and you’re in a very committed, loving relationship.

But Yvonne? Ha. She tries to keep her smile but it turns very fake when she realizes you’re his girlfriend and you seem amazing! She chats with the both of you, asking basic stuff like your work and all but obviously she still has feelings for Jim. Again, you’re not jealous because even if she has feelings for him, it’s clear he doesn’t but it doesn’t mean you can’t be a tiny tiny tiny bit more affectionate than you’d naturally be and oh my, if looks could kill, she would’ve already done it!

Finally one of Jim’s friends notices the situation and calls you to “help her carry something from the car”. You squeeze Jim’s hand very tenderly and leave, important mention: he watches you walk away because wow this dress (pants, whatever) really fit you which doesn’t go unnoticed by Yvonne (honestly even Dan on the other side of the room noticed but that’s another topic) and she’s just internally biting her fist to not lose it.

You come back, have dinner, chat with everyone and you’re as lovely as ever! You joke with Jim’s friends, tease your very blushy man, just being yourself and Jim is very obviously smitten with you, not taking his eyes off of you for more than a second, his arm always around you and you’re just the cutest (which his friends can’t help but remark).

Yvonne asks questions about you to her/Jim’s friends, trying to find something bad, something they hate, some issues you may have with Jim but always wrapping it in very polite questions that don’t look intrusive. But of course, there is nothing! Not saying you have 0 flaws but there is nothing she can “use” so she decides to just try and enjoy the night while hating you in silence.

Finally, you start being a bit tired and Jim as well so you decide to head home, you say goodbye to everyone (and yes, even Yvonne) and leave. Of course, Jim is an absolute gentleman so he very kindly puts his jacket over your shoulders when you realize you didn’t think about taking your coat with you and walks out with you, always a hand on your back.

You take your car (just as a precision, you took your car to go to work and to avoid taking both cars to dinner, Jim came with a friend of his) and Jim drives but as soon as you’re in the car, he mentions that he didn’t know Yvonne would be there and all because he’s a bit worried you might be angry but his during the dinner to not ruin the mood. So you reassure him because why would you be angry? But you do mention that she still seems pretty hung up on him which you kinda find funny which really helps because last thing Jim wants is a fight about having feelings for Yvonne when he doesn’t AT ALL

And anyway you go home, you’re very happy and I have no idea how to finish this so all is well, Jim is the cutest sweater-wearing blushy boyfriend and yeah, byeeeeee 🥰🥰

Hello hello! And yes, I am but a cold little lady lol though I wouldn't want to put you through the hassle of rewriting it, especially since it was so wonderful and fluffy!

And I hear your frustration with Yvonne! She was very manipulative imo; she was the one that invited Jim to bed, and while I know that he has his part to play, the affair was her idea. And then when she found out about Dan, she threw the whole thing on Jim and accused him of taking advantage of her. ON TOP OF lying to her best friend and pretending to sympathize when she was just as guilty.

Obviously, this not absolve Jim's guilt, he could have said no, he could have stopped things very early on, he lied to Danielle until he couldn't anymore, was fully willing to leave her for Yvonne but then gets into a fight with Danielle's new boyfriend, at a funeral of all places. Like, baby, I believe in you but decisions were made

BUT ONTO THE GOOD STUFF!

I highkey love jealous Yvonne and while you and Jim are just super chill and so happy and committed that it doesn't even matter. And the fact that he doesn't even have the tiniest moment of hesitation because he knows that he has everything he wants with you, my heart 💕

And his pride in his SO! He's just so happy to put his arm around you and let people know that you're together, without being all "in your face about it".

The watching you go part totally got me, he's definitely the, "admire while you aren't looking" kind of guy, he just loves his woman!

I love that it ended so happily, no jealousy in sight! Well, from you or him! We love a healthy relationship.

P.s- it was so wild to see this in my inbox this morning cause today's chapter of the series features Yvonne 😶

But until next time 💕💕

#jim anon #Cillian Murphy #the delinquent season #as always I adored this

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honeybeecomebuzzingme · 6 months

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Some say that people enter our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Friendship comes in many forms. While some people come and go quickly from your life, others stick around until you grow old.

N feels like he really is my best friend.

I don't care what people say, I trust him.

He is still my Nakama.

I feel awful for how I treated him after my Nana passed away, and in America, especially when I was on my high dose of medication, and I don't understand why for 30 years I thought that all the things that happened were "normal" in relationships. It sucks.

Yes I disassociate a lot, I do have ADHD, but it's obvious that I have the same toxic patterns and I pair bond too fast leading to the situation becoming a trauma bond.

I love N, respect his family. They're great.

I want to have them in my life.

It sucked so much that the only time for the longest time I felt relaxed and was myself around them was after things ended. I opened up so much and I felt like myself and not just a "girlfriend" but that they were truly my good friends.

I felt like I lost myself in a lot of my relationships in the past and all of them would move too quickly. I love being single because I can cry over my mum and my Nana without the assumption that N upset me. I hate that whenever I tried to point out to my dad something I'd made a mistake on my relationship he'd call whatever partner I had at the time...

Like bad negative things I guess?

When people start saying words like that it is only serving to make me feel so much more anxious about the situation.

Take for example the other day -

N gave me a lift and we had a nice time hanging out as friends. People tell me to question that but that only made me sit in my head all day on Halloween worrying about saying the word "same"

However, when I asked him about it I also explained that I was more in the therapy headspace and I should have said things differently. He knows I care a lot about him. He knows that I am his friend.

Yet, yes, my friends sometimes do trigger my anxiety I suppose. And my dad and family too. But I don't delete myself from the world anymore.

Just because "same" could be mistaken to mean I don't care, when I say that what I actually mean is "I agree with you" or "I feel the same way as you" so it's ok.

I hope he understands that.

I'm sure he's said that he understands.

I made myself overthink again.

#deep thoughts #ramblings #sleep deprivation #lovestruck #self deprecating humor #depression and anxiety #self healing #self love #love

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journalsandshit · 6 months

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12/05/2022

jack,

this isnt really stuff that i cant explain to you so i figured id say it here, maybe one day i can tell you, but for now i dont think it would go well.

i know that you talk all the time about how damaged you are from your relationships, especially from the whole meghan situation. you and carolina both talk about it a lot, and thats well within your rights, i know that it was (and still is) a really stressful situation that changed the way that you guys feel like you have to interact with the world and other people and each other.

now i think carolina is just being a fucking drama queen and pretending that she was damaged for attention but thats neither here nor there.

the real issue is that you act like this whole thing was just a walk in the fucking park for me.

when i met you, for the first time in a really, really long time, maybe for the first time ever, i had a friend. i honestly think that you may be my first real friend that ive ever had. we started hanging out and i was the happiest that id ever been, and i have you to thank for that. and then after a while we started hanging out with meghan. i knew her, so the strangers thing wasnt awkward, but im not a fucking moron. i could tell from the beginning that something was happening there but it wasnt that bad at first so i just let it go. over time though, it got worse and worse. it got harder to be around the two of you because i felt like i was always third wheeling, but i couldnt say anything bc i was afraid that if i asked you to stop hanging out with us at the same time or to just stop being gross around me that youd choose her and id lose you. that was really stressful bc i constantly felt like i was in the way when, and ik this is gonna sound really bad but idrc, i had you first god damn it!! we were in MY CAR and MY APARTMENT and I FELT LIKE I WAS THE ONE IN THE WAY. thats so fucking unfair you two had NO RIGHT to make me feel like i was the one in the wrong while YOU were the ones using me to essentially facilitate your dates all the fucking time. i love you but every single day i hated hanging out with you because you guys made me the outsider in my own fucking life.

then shit got bad, and i had to keep both of you calm all the time bc you were freaking out about losing your second girlfriend (and dont even get me STARTED on the two girlfriends thing) and meghan was freaking out bc carolina was attacking her and aLL sHE wAnTEd wAS tO bE hApPY and carolina for whatever reason decided that she wanted me on her side now so i had to talk to all of you about all of the others all the time when all i ever wanted to do was talk to you and spend time with you but all you ever wanted to do was talk about them. it was horrible for me and if im being honest i probably shouldve said something then but i was so fucking scared that something would happen if i stopped helping bc you made it out like i was some kind of miracle working therapist bc only i could explain things to you in a way you understood and i was the best at explaining to them so i was just passing messages back and forth over and over for months and all i wanted was for it to stop but i also needed it to keep going bc at least if you were fighting i got to be with you alone and you needed me and god it felt good to be needed for once

shit quieted down when summer started but it just went back to me having to spend time with her and i never wanted that but it made you happy. i told you so many times that i didnt want her in the movie room but you brought her there anyway and i was on the outs again, and i didnt wanna hang out at her work but you wanted it so we did and i was miserable every single day we spent with her but it was still the best summer of my life because i spent it with you. when you would fight it felt like the end of the school year again so this time i just tried to get you guys to end it but youre all so fucking stupid that you wouldnt do it so i stayed miserable every fucking day.

school started and we were all "friends" again and it was fine and i hated spending that much time with meghan and carolina but at least no one was yelling anymore. then you guys broke up and despite how much i hate meghan and how awful shes been to me since day one it was still so nice to have someone in my life that actually liked me and now ive lost this thing that i never even wanted but was forced to learn to rely on bc your relationship with her ruined it because i took your side because i love you

and

AND

i cant tell you any of this shit even though you probably want me to and you could probably help because you and your idiot girlfriend are so "traumatized" by this relationship that id been telling you to end since before it started. you talk about how meghan made you feel like everything you did was wrong bc she blamed you for shit and that she would manipulate you by talking about how you didnt give her enough time or you did shit with your girlfriend in front of her and i dont wanna make you feel the way that she did even though i had the same complaints but now that shes gone you feel like you guys can do that shit again and it makes me want to DIE. you and her just ignore me all the fucking time and i feel so gross while i sit across from you while you two kiss and cuddle and shit, but god forbid i say something and become the new meghan who just wants to sabotage your relationship bc i dont care about you or your feelings.

and then you have the audacity to ask me to do things with her in front of her even though you know i dont like her so i have to be the bad guy bc im done making myself uncomfortable so you two can have sex in the backseat. then she gets all pouty and mad at me but theres nothing i can do bc its not like i can just say "i really hate when you guys are near each other it makes me want to throw up" but thats how i feel so its my fault you two are sad.

i hope one day i can explain this to you, itd be great if you could break up with carolina and get some therapy so i could explain my feelings without being scared of sending you into a depressive episode.

i love you and im sorry, see you and your idiot girlfriend tomorrow

bye

#12/05/2022 #from old blog #letter #jack #carolina #meghan

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writingfics-passingtime · 2 years

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The Perfect Alibi

~12,100 words of (AG/TASM) Peter Parker x reader fluff

Pairing: Peter Parker x female reader

CW: Swearing, blood/wound, alluding to (Gwen’s) death

If you went back less than two years and told your fresh-out-of-high-school self that you’d soon become the fake girlfriend of a vigilante, you’d… well, to be honest, you’d probably have found it cool.

Maybe ‘cool’ wasn’t the right word. More… unconventional.

It was the perfect arrangement. You both got exactly what you needed: an excuse, a reason, a justification for your actions.

It’s a ruthless, cutthroat job market out there and, after getting a full-ride scholarship Columbia University, which was widely regarded as the best school for science in New York, you knew these next four years were for focusing hard, studying harder, and getting the best grades possible. Bonus if those grades got you valedictorian.

Sure, maybe it had been a pipe dream to be valedictorian of your class but after topping almost all of your freshman courses, you gained more confidence in that crazy idea that you could just maybe do it. It would look stellar, unbeatable even, on job applications. Hell, maybe you wouldn’t even have to apply, and they’d all come crawling to hire you.

You’d created a list (found in the back page of your journal which you only wrote the most important things in) of non-negotiable ways to ace the college life.

1. No dating

2. No drugs/alcohol

3. No dating

4. Find like-minded friends, keep the circle small

5. NO DATING!!!

6. Don’t skip class under any circumstances. Even if you’re dead.

The list was your bible, and it had clearly served you well. However, at the beginning of your sophomore year… it started. The few close friends you’d made, Dana especially, starting probing into why you never dated. There were admittedly a number of people on campus you found attractive, some of them you even had a spark with, but you suppressed any emotion, snuffing any potential flame before it started. Whenever you tried to explain that your high-school relationship had almost cost you your SAT results due to the distraction of it, Dana and Sam would wave it off as you being a dumb teenager and point out that you‘re clearly better adjusted now, if not having gone too far in the opposite direction.

They pestered and pestered, obviously with their hearts in the right place but you were getting to the point where you were nervous that showing up to hang out with them would result in you being tricked into a blind date - that’s how persistent they were. They’d tell you whenever someone asked whether or not you were single, and you’d, without fail, say “Tell them I’m not available.” You were met with eye-rolls, admonishing stares, the occasional begging for you to give them a chance. You held firm. Half a semester into your sophomore year, they started worrying about you a little more, asking if you were nervous about dating, if you’d give it shot, did you not like anyone? It was okay if you didn’t. They just wanted you to be happy, not at all understanding the pressure you were under to keep your grades up to keep your scholarship. Almost at the breaking point, you considered going on just one date to shut them up for a while.

Then, one night, the perfect solution climbed through your window.

It was lucky your roommate’s girlfriend lived ten minutes from campus, effectively rending your room a single-person dorm. Seriously, you could count on one hand the number of nights Olivia spent in the dorm with you (and none of them were very pretty, considering she’d only sleep in her own bed when she and Remi were fighting). This particular night, all was well with their love so Liv was nowhere to be seen. It was early, around 2:00am, when someone jimmied open the latch on your fourth-story window.

You held your breath, dead silent, as your fingers closed around the Louisville Slugger aluminium bat you hadn’t used since you were nine but brought to college specifically for this reason. The blood pounded in your ears, your heart felt like it’d jumped into your throat, blocking any potential scream as the window between the two single beds slid open. A small grunt, a cough, a wheeze, then, a loud CLUNK brought a yelp through your lips as a tall, masked figured tumbled over your bedside table and onto your floor. The groan of pain told you he was injured, and the dim glow of the safety streetlights dotting the pavement outside illuminated the blue, the red, the webbed patterns, and you dropped the bat from shock. It fell in a muted clang to the floor beside the bed, ricocheting and softly whacking Spider-Man in the head.

“A-are you okay?” You gasped, instantly falling to your knees beside him. “You’re Spider-Man,” you stated the obvious, reaching up and scattering your hand around the beside table until you switched on the lamp. Once you did, another gasp left your lips when the brighter light revealed a large strip of blood pooling around his abdomen. “Can you hear me?” You took his masked head in your heads, looking at the blood stain slowly creeping, growing. He only responded with a groan. “Look, I-I know your identity is a secret so you can keep the mask, but you’ve gotta let me check out this wound.”

He groaned again, turning his head to look up at your face properly. “Oh man,” he breathed out, then tried to sit up. “Oh man, oh man,” he winced and grabbed his side, just at the bottom of the blood patch.

“I know first aid,” you let him sit up. “Look, I’m really not trying to-”

“I’ve gotta get outta here,” he coughed again, shakily planting one foot on the ground. “Wrong window, oh man.”

You winced, huffed and grabbed the first-aid kit from the bottom shelf of your bedside table, holding it up to show him. “Seriously, you can keep the mask on, but we have monthly dorm inspections and I can’t explain that much blood on my carpet without looking like a serial killer.” The frantic words tumbled through your lips in one long breath as you desperately hoped you weren’t going to have to report a dead vigilante in your room. Your chest heaved as you gestured to the drops making their way through his suit and splattering at his feet.

“Sorry- sorry!” He placed his other hand on his side as well, before looking over at your raised blinds. In a second he’d whipped up his wrist, shot a web at the cord, then yanked it down to cover your window. He looked down again at the blood, and you threw a towel to him. “Uh, thanks,” he winced again, “Ah, ah, ahhhh,” he breathed out, applying pressure to the patch. He sounded young.

“Will you let me see?”

He looked back up at you, and a small shift of his head to look at the first aid kit you’d opened told you he was considering it, then a lowering of his head and shoulders told you he’d resigned himself to it. “That would be nice,” he laughed nervously. “Man, sorry, you must’ve been so freaked out… some weird guy falling through your window. I promise I’m one of the good guys.”

Your mouth twitched into a nervous, wry smile as you beckoned for him to pull out the office chair which sat nestled in the desk at the edge of your bed. Having only gone to sleep an hour or two before after a night of trying to figure out the same damn physics question, your notes and failed attempts were strewn about the light oak desk. It was extra credit, to be fair, but the fact that it’d kicked your ass for four hours straight was enough for the sight of it to be discouraging.

“Mind the mess,” you sniffed, pulling Liv’s barely-used chair over to sit next to the vigilante. He turned his head as one hand went up to tug at a zipper on the back of his suit, just above the base of his neck.

“Looks complicated,” he said slowly, looking more intently as he worked the upper-half of his suit off his body, leaving his mask in-tact.

“Yeah, well,” you shrugged, biting your lip to distract from the heat pricking at your cheeks when he revealed his very toned chest and abdomen. “Something isn’t clicking. I’ll have another shot at it tomorrow and- ooh, ouch,” you let out a puff of breath as the five-inch gash was revealed. “Mind if I…?”

He nodded, “It doesn’t feel too deep. I can web it up.”

“Somehow that doesn’t seem sanitary,” you mumbled, shifting your glance upward to give him another wry smile, this one a bit more shy. “Does that stuff come out of you?” He laughed, which made you smile wider and blush as you picked up a cleaning pad and some rubbing alcohol from the kit. “Well, it didn’t seem like a stupid question.”

“No, you’re clearly not stupid,” he tilted his head, and something told you he was smiling behind his mask. Maybe you heard it in his voice.

“This is gonna sting,” you said, saturating the pad. “But judging by the news footage I’ve seen, you’ve got a pretty high pain tolerance.”

“They always show the videos of me getting my ass kick- AH!” He flinched with a sharp intake of breath when you pressed the pad directly onto his cut.

“Or maybe you don’t,” you teased. Which seemed impossible, right? Was this some kind of fever dream? Surely it wasn’t possible for Spider-Man to have accidentally stumbled into an Columbia dorm of all places. “Focus on my physics question,” you joked as you cleaned the wound, trying to assess how deep it was. You searched your brain for the information you’d learned at those first-aid courses, and came to the conclusion that it would probably be okay without proper medical attention. “At the risk of killing the best vigilante in the country, I think a bandage will do,” you looked up at him again, to find him focused on your question. He shifted the papers with his elbow, careful to not get blood on your notes, then you saw him lean in a little more. Taking the chance while he was distracted, you cleaned the wound completely and ripped open two large gauze pads.

“Your rounding isn’t wrong,” he suddenly spoke and you paused, moving your gaze from his gash to his mask. He looked at you for a second and then sighed, nodding back at the paper. “You wrote here, “rounding incorrect decimal?” … nah, that’s not it.”

“But my answer is so close to the one given. It’s only out by a fraction of a whole number. How could it not be a rounding issue?”

“These readings were taken in Antarctica, right?”

“Yeah, so? Centrifugal force on a sphere is-…” Then, it clicked. You let out a frustrated sigh. “Dahammit,” you whined and collapsed back into the chair. “Of course… the Earth isn’t a perfect sphere so it-”

“Centrifugal force isn’t the same around the globe, yeah. Something I’ll need to remember if I ever need to go up and take down Santa.”

“Right,” you scoffed a laugh and shook your head. As you placed the bandages, something occurred to you. He was good at science. He was on campus. He climbed in your window, clearly by accident. He sounded young.

He… could he?

It didn’t seem polite to ask. It didn’t seem like something you had the right to know-

“I gave it away, didn’t I?”

He said it solemnly but he didn’t sound upset. You took your lower lip between your teeth, not quite responding, just sticking the medical tape to his skin.

“Where’s your roommate?”

“She’s never here.”

You ripped off another piece of tape, swallowing thickly. He must go here. Maybe you knew him. Was this going to be a problem?

“Lucky. Mine will be back by now.”

You held your breath as you packed away the stuff. Your hands shook slightly, your nerves getting the best of you as you avoided looking up at his mask. Sensing your unease, he reached out a placed a gentle hand on your forearm.

“Can this stay between us?”

You paused, nodding furiously. “I’m good with secrets.”

“And with first-aid.”

“Sixteen-year-old me was considering med school.”

“What happened?”

“I’m too squeamish.”

He let out a surprised laugh and let go of your arm, and that whole thing kind of broke the tension. You half-grinned as you stood and replaced the kit underneath your bedside table.

“Thank you,” he stood and replaced the suit on himself with some effort.

“Thank you,” you stammered, turning back to him. “My uncle. He, uh, owns a small bodega in Queens. The last three Thanksgivings he tells the family how the heroic Spider-Man saved him from an armed robbery.”

He paused, only for a second, before zipping the suit back up behind him. “I’m glad I could help.” His voice was sincere, if not a bit abashed.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone this story. It’s the least I could do to help someone who’s actually making a difference. And, um, I might have some of my older brother’s clothes I stole if you need to change before going back into your dorm.”

You both stood in silence for a few long moments after you spoke the quiet part out loud.

“I’ve got a pack stashed on the roof.”

“Good,” you nodded, crossing your arms in front of your pyjama top. “I take it you’ll be going out the window considering boys aren’t allowed on this floor after 11pm?”

He hung his head, but you heard a small chuckle, which made you need to suppress a cheeky smile.

“Thanks for the reminder.”

You stood aside as he approached, letting him pass you. He removed the webs from your blinds and switched off your lamp before letting the fabric fling up into its rolled-up position. He crawled out the window and just before he closed it again, he turned to you, that smile evident in his voice, and said:

“I’ll see you around.”

There wasn’t really a hope of easily going back to sleep after that encounter. You actually had half a mind to march yourself down to the medical unit to get checked out, wondering if you’d studied too hard and given yourself hallucinations to make life less math-y.

You managed to catch an hour or two of sleep before your alarm went off, and when you planted your feet on the floor your eye immediately caught the droplets of blood on the carpet. It had happened. Spider-Man had been in your room, you’d patched him up, he said he’d see you around. He practically admitted to being a student here. Which was crazy. Insane. How on earth- why on earth...?

There was too much going on in your brain, too much to process, so you used his helpful hint to distract yourself with scurrying through the final stages of the physics question still strewn across your desk (thankful to see it was free of any bloodstains). Using the hint he’d given you, you cracked it in just under half an hour; just enough time to frantically brush your teeth in the shower, throw on some warm casual clothes, sling your bag over your shoulder and rush out the door as you shuffled the work into a folder as best you could.

If you walked fast you’d make it slightly early, which is how you liked to be, but this time, as you made the trek to your nine a.m. lecture, you found your eyes darting between every tall, slender, male student you saw. He could be any one of them, and everyone around you was none the wiser.

When one guy made eye contact with you, your breath caught in your throat and the immediate feeling searing through your gut was that it had to be him. But when you looked away, then looked back, he‘d turned his attention elsewhere. He looked a bit too tall anyways.

Physically shaking your head and blinking hard before you entered the lecture hall, you took a deep breath in. The second you stepped inside, you released it in overwhelming thankfulness - a sleepy grin came to your cheeks when you saw Dana and Sam sitting in your usual three, Sam beckoning you over with an extra cup on her writing desk. You trudged over, while trying to make it look like you weren’t trudging, but your best friends were too perceptive.

“Holy shit, dude,” Dana laughed, somewhat nervously. “Did you sleep last night?”

“Not really,” you mumbled, sliding in next to Sam, resisting the urge to kiss her passionately in thanks for the coffee she’d brought you, making sure to not accidentally kick the guy at the seat in front of you.

Sam sipped her coffee and raised an eyebrow. “Everything alright? Liv and Remi aren’t fighting, are they?”

“No… no,” you shook your head and wrapped your fingers around the coffee. You’d promised him. “This extra credit question got the better of me and I lost track of time. I figured it out, but I barely slept.”

“I suppose it was a pipe dream to hope that you’d been up late texting someone…” Sam sang, taking a rather sassy sip of her coffee.

“Or, you know, making out with them,” Dana tossed in, opening her laptop as the professor entered the room.

You laughed through your nose as you swallowed your own life-giving sip. “When have I ever given you two even and inch?” You pulled your own laptop out. “I’m not dating in college. End of story.”

“We’ll find you someone you can’t refuse.”

“Please don’t.”

“One date?”

“Hey, sorry to bother you.” The three of you looked down to the brown-haired guy who’d taken the seat directly in front of you. He smiled sheepishly and held out his empty hands. “I kinda forgot a pen. Do you have one I can borrow?”

He was looking directly at you, which made you furrow your brow in question as to why he was only asking you, but you were barely there, so in an automatic movement you reached into the outer pocket of your bag, “Uh, yeah, of course,” you smiled back and handed him a pen. “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” he smiled, but it was more like a little grin, and it lingered for a second or two before the professor cleared his throat and began the class.

As you opened your notes document Sam nudged your elbow with her own. When you looked over, you were met with very enthusiastic wide-eyed friends who were mouthing “HE’S CUTE.” Instead of indulging them in yet another reason as to why they should respect your “No,” you rolled your eyes and turned your attention to the matter at hand: mechanical waves.

It was a gruelling three hour morning lecture slot, thankfully with a fifteen minute break in the middle of it to stretch your legs, refill water bottles, go to the bathroom, perhaps brave a mad dash to the closest coffee cart. Today, however, once the boy who’d borrowed your pen had absconded to do one of those things, Dana and Sam cornered you in your seat before you had much of a chance to stop them.

“He’s so cute,” Sam whispered loudly. “Did you see how he looked at you?!”

“Who doesn’t have a pen?” Dana scoffed excitedly.

Sam cut in, still looking at you. “Everyone has a pen.”

“He wanted an excuse to talk to you.”

“Or,” you ducked your head to the side. “He forgot his pen.” Before they could protest you help up a hand and declared you were braving that mad-dash, asking if they wanted anything. They declined, both with stern glares, so you chuckled and rushed out of the room.

The closest coffee cart was only a two minute power-walk, so the trick was beating the rest of the people who had the same idea. The line only had a few people in it by the time you got there, one of them being the boy who borrowed your pen. He was directly in front of you, but didn’t turn to see who’d taken the spot behind him. That was probably for the better, considering your head was so full of equations you doubted your ability to have any kind of social interaction. In no time, he was at the front.

“I’ll have uhhh, double espresso and,” he turned to you. “Whatever she’s having.”

“Oh!” You shook yourself out of an equation. “You don’t have t-”

“Consider it rent for the pen,” he chuckled. “Hurry up, these people need their caffeine.”

“Black,” you blurted out. “Black, no milk, no sugar. Thanks,” you smiled and rubbed your arm self-consciously as the boy paid and thanked the barista for the coffee. He held them both in his hands as he stepped several feet away from the line, forcing you to follow him to receive your drink. You held in a sigh, hoping this very nice boy wasn’t about to ask you out.

“One black coffee,” he smiled, handing it to you.

You slipped the sleeves of your sweatshirt over your palms before taking it. The cups at these places were always too thin. “Thanks, but… you really didn’t have to do that. It’s just a pen.”

When you met his eye, you saw him take a nervous breath in, release it, his face softened but like someone who had to deliver bad news. Something about his demeanour, his voice, his posture - you narrowed your eyes and tilted your head in curiosity.

“Then, uh… consider it an apology for the blood on your carpet.”

The blood in your own body immediately drained from your face, somehow still pounding in your ears, in your throat, even in your hands and feet. Your stomach surged with a sickly anxiousness as your chest heaved and you tried breathing through your nose.

“Hey, hey,” he placed a hand on your shoulder and you flinched, too rooted in your spot to take the backwards step you so desperately internally screamed at your foot to perform. You’d always had a hell of a flight instinct, but a bitch of a freeze response. “Are you okay? Sorry, that’s a lot to drop on you- I’m an idiot- sorry, sorry,” he ducked down to try catching your gaze as you calmed yourself down enough to brave looking up at him again. He had such kind eyes.

“I didn’t tell anyone,” you whispered.

“I know,” he removed his hand from your shoulder. “I heard your friends earlier. Thank you,” he nodded earnestly. “That means a lot.”

“Y-you didn’t have to show me your face.”

“I know, but…” he rubbed the back of his neck. “Ah, this is gonna sound so stupid but it sounded so good in my head- I had this idea when I heard your friends talking - which, I wasn’t eavesdropping by the way, or not trying to, it kinda just happens with the whole spider thing - but I heard them giving you a hard time and I just thought-”

“I’m gonna need you to get to the point before I throw up.”

He froze, then let out the remainder of his breath. “Hear me out.” He gestured to you, “You have friends who won’t get off your back about dating,” he started.

Well, there came the blood returning to your face; the superhero knew you were an antisocial dweeb.

He then pointed to himself, “I have a roommate who keeps asking where I go so late at night.”

The second he’d spoken it aloud, it made sense. It made perfect sense. You instantly relaxed, which made him relax. Your head turned to the side in thought, a bit of a mischievous smile coming to your cheeks, despite all odds, and you admitted, “I like where this is going.”

You two shared a look, both fighting the excitement of the potential arrangement. He truly was a hero.

Other students began making their way back to the lecture theatre and so you two walked back together, whispering between yourselves, exchanging names. His name was Peter. Peter trusted you, and he knew he could give you what you needed, and you could give him what he needed. Ultimately, you both needed the same thing:

An alibi.

“I have a plan,” he grabbed your arm just before you two came into the line of sight of the people inside the hall.

“What is it?”

“You’ll see,” he nodded. You gave him a look. “Just- don’t tell them I bought your coffee.”

With that, he slipped past you and into the room. “Peter!” You called after him in a loud whisper, but he was already gone. You gave yourself a moment to laugh at the absurdity of this entire thing, ponder your existence, and make a good case as to why you really should go to the medical wing for a psych evaluation because no way in hell was this happening.

But there he was, sitting at the seat in front of you, twirling the pen expertly. You wondered if he was one of those people who’d looked up how to do the pen tricks in class, or if it was a result of the whole Being Spider-Man Thing.

Just like sleeping the night before, focusing in class was some unobtainable pipe dream. This time you didn’t try forcing it upon yourself, instead giving yourself a gentle reminder that you could always listen to the recording later and it was okay to be kind of freaking out about this.

Peter seemed calm. Far too calm for someone who just revealed their secret identity to someone he’s met literally one time before. He seemed so sure… maybe there was some kind of super-intuition to go along with his powers. God, his powers. How did he get them? How long has he had them? Did he seek them out, or was it an accident? A billion questions raced through your mind, unlike the professor’s voice which went in one ear and out the other, and you couldn’t stop wondering how it all worked and if you’d ever be able to ask him.

Time flew as you zoned out of the teaching and in no time everyone around you was making to pack up their things. Peter stood up and turned to where you were closing your laptop lid. He placed the pen on your table and slid it towards you, leaving his hand on top of it.

“I owe you one,” he smiled.

Your heart pounded as you locked eyes with him, your tongue subconsciously slipping out to wet your nervous lips. “I-it’s just a pen,” you repeated the earlier sentiment.

“Yeah, but,” he shrugged. “Who knows, if I hadn’t taken those notes I might have failed this class and flunked out and ended up in some dead-end job I hate, no hope of happiness in my career or paying off my now-useless student loans…” he let himself trail off. You laughed once through your nose and suppressed a grin as best you could as you reached over and took the end of the pen his hand wasn’t covering.

“So you’re saying I saved your life?”

“You’re a hero,” he smirked knowingly. “The least I could do is buy you a coffee.”

You nodded to the table next to you, “I have a coffee.”

“Dinner, then.”

You laughed from pure surprise, and maybe a little bit from the nearly inaudible squeak you heard leaving Sam’s mouth as she turned away and poorly pretended that she wasn’t listening. Oh, he was good. You narrowed your eyes at him for a few moments before letting your smile turn mischievous and you tugged the pen from his grasp.

“Considering I saved your life… it better be a nice dinner.”

Needless to say, Sam and Dana damn near exploded when you three left the room together. You were grinning, caught in a flurry of fanatical friends declaring how proud they were of you, how cute he was, what were you going to wear?! Did you want Sam’s help doing makeup? She’s really good at it and she wouldn’t make it look too much and-

“Guys,” you laughed, hoisting your bag higher. “It’s no big deal. It’s one dinner.”

“No big deal?!” Dana whisper-shouted. “You just said yes to a date.”

“With a really cute guy!”

“Yeah, and I’m sure it’ll be nice and fun, he seems cool,” you smiled and checked your watch. “I need to get to Bennett’s office hours but I’ll catch you guy later.”

They begrudgingly let you go, walking off together while chatting about lunch.

On your way to Professor Bennett’s office, you tried making those extra credit notes just a little bit tidier, letting your mind wander to this strange arrangement you were about to enter into. How would it work? What would you do together? What do you say to your friends, your family?

All those questions were answered later, around midnight, when there was a noise at your window for the second night in a row. You were sitting on your bed studying, the blind was drawn but there was only one person it could be. You opened your window and Peter crawled in with much more grace than than his previous entrance. He was just in jeans and a zip-up sweatshirt, so the powers must be him and not the suit.

“How’s your cut?” You asked as he drew the blind. He listed his shirt, revealing that toned core once again, and showed you a wound that looked more like a scar at this point.

“Much better,” he dropped it. “Thanks for cleaning it out, I’m not too great at that and it’s a mess when it’s not done right. Sorry you had to do that.

“No, no, it’s fine,” you sniffled a laugh and crossed your arms over your stomach, still finding yourself somewhat tongue-tied in his presence.

Desperate to fill the awkward silence, Peter clicked his tongue, “Should we figure this thing out?”

“Yeah!” You jumped.

“You sure?” He lifted an eyebrow. “You alright?”

“Yeah, good- I’m good,” you assured. “So how do you see this working?” You perched on the edge of your bed, Peter mimicked your movement on Liv’s white comforter.

“You and I say we’re dating. Boyfriend and girlfriend. That way your friends don’t pester you to find someone and, as an added bonus, if you ever want time away from them to study you can say you’re with me,” he said. You nodded in thought. “And my roommate is getting way too suspicious about why I come back so late, so I can say I was with you,” he nodded back.

“Okay, but we also have to sell it,” you cut in. “We can’t just say we’re dating and then never be seen together.”

“Good point. We should probably go on some dates.”

“One meal out in a public visible place each week, and we can do our work in the library together. That’s an easy two-for-one.”

“You’re a huge nerd, aren’t you?”

“That’s no way to talk to your girlfriend,” you playfully shot back. He chuckled, you smiled. Feeling the anxiety alleviate, and the comfort he radiated filling the space between you, your smile was genuine, and weirdly excited. This would work.

And it did work. Really well, in fact.

You went out to your first dinner together the very next evening at a casual restaurant close to campus. There, you covered the basics. Home, families, you were on a scholarship and he was too. He went to a dedicated school for science so when you asked why no MIT he explained he couldn’t bear to leave New York; he had a lot of history here and even though the city had taken much from him, he couldn’t bear to leave. He didn’t elaborate on what that meant, but you got the feeling that, whatever happened, it still hurt him.

Much to your surprise, you felt confident and comfortable enough around him to brave asking how he got his powers. Though as the night went on, and he told you stories, and you keenly listened and asked questions that made him think and laugh and tell more stories, you couldn’t quite believe your luck. Because here was someone you were about to spend a lot of time with, and you genuinely liked him as a person. Thank goodness Spider-Man wasn’t a pompous asshole. That would’ve sucked.

You also took the chance to establish some ground rules and ways for him to work around his roommate. You recounted the tales of Liv and Remi, and you two agreed that if for whatever reason he couldn’t sneak in your window one night, the blind would be closed. Be it that Liv was back or something else was going on, he wasn’t to enter unless it was open.

When it came to the whole “selling it” part of your relationship, you both felt sure enough to be flirty and cozy in public, give each other hugs, he‘d put his arm around you, the very innocent list went on. You would do those study dates in the library, and he’d have to make a bit of effort with your friends and you with his, otherwise they’d resent the other for stealing their friend away.

“Man, this is getting complicated,” you laughed nervously, pulling your coat on as you two walked out of the restaurant. “But I think it’ll work.”

The hopeful disbelief in your voice made Peter laugh, and he threw his arm around your shoulders just as the late-autumn air started nipping at your neck. Seamlessly, you put your arm around him and you two walked across campus keeping each other warm.

That very same night Peter went out on his patrol, and he snuck back in through your window just before three in the morning. He was quiet. It only woke you because it was such an unsettling sound. But those nights started happening frequently and that early hour shift of the pane soon blended into your dreams most evenings.

During your library study dates, or when you were out eating your meals together, Peter would tease you for the way you snored, or the panda pyjamas you loved to wear. Sometimes you’d swat at him, though most times you were able to come up with a remark to shoot right back. He seemed to like that.

You learned a lot about Spider-Man, and a lot about Peter Parker, over the following months.

He was resilient. Even after the occasional night he’d slip into your window and his groan of pain would give his injury away, he’d shrug it off and insist he was fine. Sometimes he let you help. Whenever he did, though, he made sure to break the tension by commenting on the chubby pandas or lamenting that you weren’t wearing them. He’d crack lame jokes until your worry turned to exasperated humour and you were fighting a grin instead of fighting the urge to worry sick over him.

He was insanely smart. The guy went out five or six times a week to keep the city safe, returning home sometimes just before dawn. News story after article after op-ed explained how Spider-Man was cleaning up the streets but privately, Peter Parker was somehow still acing all his classes on three hours sleep and way too much coffee. Or maybe it wasn’t too much - super metabolism and all. Actually… it’s a wonder coffee even worked on him.

He was kind, and a good friend. Those nights you got dinner, or those mornings you got brunch, all to keep up appearances, he’d ask more about you. He wanted to know about your life, your interests and hobbies, what you wanted to do with your intellect. He was encouraging and helpful, and so caring. One night he returned to find you still awake, hunched over your desk, crying from stress. God, you felt so stupid to have him see you like that. But he didn’t make you feel stupid. He didn’t make you feel foolish for being upset over something you couldn’t figure out because he seemed to understand the way you doubted yourself and how much it killed you to feel incapable. It was your own version of powerlessness, and he said he knew all about feeling powerless. Seeing you were embarrassed to be actively crying in front of him, he said: “Put on your pandas. I’ll be back in ten minutes.” Ten minutes later, Peter crawled back through your window with a pint of chocolate-chip cookie dough ice cream and two of the tiniest spoons you’d ever seen. The sight of the fluorescent pink plastic spoons made you laugh, and laughing made you cry a little more just from being overwhelmed, but Peter chuckled and pulled you in for a warm hug. When he pulled away, he made fun of you for the panda pyjamas.

Around the time you two celebrated four months of fake dating, some kind of guilt started tugging at your chest. It was something you’d been thinking about for a while and it had never seemed like the right time to say anything about it. Though one Saturday morning, over surprisingly good pancakes in the cafeteria, you noticed a girl from your class and her stare lingering on Peter for a few seconds too long for someone who wasn’t interested. She was beautiful. You’d met her once, in passing really, but she seemed really sweet. Smart, too. Peter didn’t seem to notice her, happily chatting away to you about an armed robbery he’d foiled the night before. Or, you thought he was, but his hand waving to you made you snap back into the moment with small puff of air.

“Sorry, Peter” you sniffed and turned to your pancakes, realising you’d barely touched them.

“I guess you’ve heard one too many stories of heroism lately,” he smiled kindly, albeit sheepishly.

“Not at all,” you smiled. “I like your stories. I‘ve… I’ve just been thinking about this whole thing and…” you sighed and didn’t quite meet his eye.

“Hey,” he reached his hand across the table, not grabbing yours, just enough to pull your focus upwards.

You sighed deeper. “I don’t want to hold you back if there’s someone you actually want to date.” Your gaze turned back to the swirling mess of melted butter and syrup. “You’re a great guy. Anyone here would be lucky to date you a-and I don’t want you to feel like you can’t.”

Peter was silent for several long moments, retracting his hand and sitting back to press himself into the leathery cushions of the booth. When you looked back up at him, he was looking out of the window into the busy courtyard. Even though the snow had just melted, students gathered around tables chatting and laughing over breakfast, blissfully unaware this seemingly-ordinary student had single-handedly stopped a shop-owner from losing a night’s takings, and potentially much more than that.

“I’m, uh-… I’m not ready. For anything like that,” he sniffed, pulling himself away from a memory of someone before looking at his own nearly-empty plate. He averted his eyes and chuckled sadly, “It’s been two yehears but I still… it feels wrong to think about another girl that way.”

You were smart. You could tell this pain was far more than just a bad breakup. This was true loss.

“I’m happy with you,” he finally looked up, eyes noticeably glassy but nothing more than that. “I can be myself around you and there’s no pressure, and it’s fun and it’s so weird that we’re doing this,” he laughed again, and he looked at you, urging his sincerity. “But this is exactly what I need right now.”

You smiled sadly, feeling a little bad for bringing this up, still grateful to know that even in some small way, you truly were helping him too.

The scheme continued to great success. Your friends were happy that you were so happy, they liked Peter - really liked him, and you got some unequivocally blissful, silent study time when you were supposedly with him but he was actually webbing crooks to brick walls and calling the cops on them with their own phones. Peter’s roommate liked you and liked that you kept Peter away from the dorm, giving him the chance to bring whoever he liked over. You giggled abashedly when he’d told you that but he was so confident in his statement that you had to respect the machismo.

There had only been a handful of nights your blind had been closed when Peter came around. One of them you‘d fallen asleep at your desk and forgotten to open it, the other you were holding and comforting a sobbing Liv as she lamented over Remi apparently texting another girl. It was all a misunderstanding, apparently, which was little solace to Peter who had to strip and change on the roof when it was covered in snow.

All in all, you were making it work.

Then, the day came when it all threatened to unravel.

“Peter, nine-one-one, get to my dorm now!” You’d hung up as soon as you‘d made the demand, then tossed your phone down on the bed and paced back and forth across the carpet. His damned bloodstains never fully came out and they were all you could focus on as you took your thumbnail between your teeth, wrapping your arms protectively around yourself. In less than a minute, a breathless Peter burst into your room. You were so used to having him come through the window that you gave a startled yelp when he near-crashed through your door.

“What’s wrong?!” He panted. With one hand ready to shoot a web, his eyes darted around your room to assess it for any threats, only finding a very upset you with your arms folded over your stomach and a worried-sick look on your face. “Hey-hey-hey, what happened?” His battle posture dropped as he took on his own worried look. He shut the door and strode over to you, placing his gentle hands on each of your upper arms.

“The worst thing possible,” you breathed out shakily.

He looked back and forth between your eyes, urging you to continue.

“We have to go on a double date tomorrow night.”

His worry immediately turned into confusion, then into disbelief, then his hands dropped from your arms and he opened his mouth but couldn’t quite find the words - kind of a first for him, in your experience. You started blurting out the chain of events before he had the chance to turn tail and run.

“Dana asked what I was doing tomorrow night and I said hanging with you, obviously, and she asked what we were doing and I stupidly said we didn’t know yet “probably watch a movie” - that’s what I said - and she was like “oh, if you don’t have plans then we should totally go on a double date” and I had no good reason to say no and I panicked and-and-and said yes, and now we have to-”

His hands met your shoulders again, his features hesitant, and it stopped you in your tracks. You panted from the nerves, from the lack of breathing in your retelling. Peter grimaced and lowered his voice to a whisper to tease, “You’re scaring me.”

Your worry turned into a scowl when you saw the amusement behind his eyes. With a small grunt of frustration you shoved his hands off of you and looked out the window.

“Hey, it’s not a big deal,” he said calmly. “It’ll be fine.”

“Fine? Fine?!”

“Oh no-”

“Peter, we know big picture things, family, friends, aspirations, but there’s no way we know enough about each other to convincingly play a couple who’s been together for nearly five months.”

“Then we’ll study,” he declared with a nod.

“Study?”

“I’ll give you a crash-course in Peter Parker, and you can do the same. You and I get along great, we’re comfortable around each other, convincing Mike and Dana we’re in love will be a piece of cake.”

“Well,” you mumbled, “Love is kind of a stretch. It’s only been five months.”

“Oh, trust me,” he grinned, taking steps back towards the door. “If I’d given you the full Peter Parker experience, you’d be head over heels right now.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Is that so?”

“Absolutely. Hey, I’ve got class but I’ll be back in two hours,” he opened the door to leave and you opened your mouth to maybe protest, maybe ask him to skip class and start studying now, but he pointed to you with one foot out the door, “The vege sub from that weird little shop you like? No pickles? I’ll bring dinner.” And with that, he was gone.

To distract yourself, and to make good use of the time while Peter learned more Spanish, you started looking up relationship quizzes, get-to-know-you questions, lists of things to ask the other person before you get married - quite literally any content you could get your hands on. Then, you stumbled across the holy grail: an app.

IceBreak was free - it had a few ads but, whatever - and it landed on your phone‘s Home Screen with an icon showing a minimalist ice cube adorned with a small crack. The reviews said it was fantastic - that there were conversation starters for friends, family, new relationships, long-term relationships, roommates, almost every way a human could be connected to another. You were sifting through some of the questions, smiling as your heart lifted, when a knock on the door commanded your attention. You called for Peter to come in, recognising the way he seemed to always knock.

“One vege sub for my beautiful girlfriend,” he charmed with a cocky smile. You fought the urge to stammer and blush, but didn’t fight it very well. Peter‘s smile turned into a grin and a laugh as he closed the door with his foot. “You can’t act like you’ve never heard that before.”

“I know, it’s just… been a while,” you blushed harder and started unwrapping the sandwich. “How was class?”

“Couldn’t tell you, I was dreaming up the new schematics for this,” he bumped his eyebrows and pulled a small device from his backpack. “New and improved web-shooter.”

“Let me see.”

He handed it to you and sat beside you on your bed, both of your backs against the wall. His feet hung well over the other side’s edge, so he didn’t bother taking off his shoes. You’d since changed into a faded long-sleeved shirt and some workout leggings, even though you hadn’t worked out in way too long. You tucked your feet underneath your legs as you sat up and inspected the device. It did look more streamlined than the previous model. You knew better than to test it, knowing there was an unexpected kick Peter was keenly attuned to, so you handed it back to him with an impressed nod. You sucked your teeth and smirked to yourself before saying, “Espero que valga la pena reprobar español.”

He chuckled and winked, “Ya soy fluido.”

You showed him the app and let him focus his eyes on tinkering with the web shooter, picking up minuscule tools from his small tool kit, as you two exchanged answers to all the basic questions people in a relationship would realistically know about each other.

Favourite colour, flower, movie, dream vacation location, would you rather go to the moon or the bottom of the ocean, did you ever want to climb Mount Everest? What did you want to be when you grew up, and did that change? Why did it change? Do you think you’d be good at the job you wanted to do when you were six?

You went back and forth for over an hour, Peter successfully getting his shooter into an acceptable beta model.

“Morning person, or night person... I think we know the answer to that,” you bumped your eyebrows and pressed the NEXT button. One you had, Peter looked up at you with a worn look in his eye.

“I think we’ve studied enough.”

“No, we haven’t.”

“You’re forgetting I’ve got much more on the line here,” he laughed. “They’re not going to quiz us on each other. They won’t know if I don’t know your favourite colour.”

“Yours is green.”

“So is yours, but that’s beside the point.”

“Just a few more,” you pleaded. “For my peace of mind.”

“Five more,” he put the web-shooter down, giving in with a turn of his head against the wall to give you a firm stare.

“Fine,” you sighed and clicked the randomise button on the app. “What was your favourite place to go as a kid?”

“Easy. The skatepark,” Peter shrugged. “You?”

“The museum.”

“Wow. You’ve always been a nerd, haven’t you?” He teased. “Did you collect rock samples too?”

“Next question,” you glared, fighting a smile, settling back beside him so you could look at the phone together. This proved to be a mistake, proven by overwhelming desire you had to press the button again, fib that you’d already had that question, and ignore the new question that’d popped up on the screen.

Where are you most ticklish?

“Oh, uh… I think on my feet? I don’t know, bad guys tend to use knives and guns, not feathers. How ’bout you?” He asked it so casually, and he didn’t even look at you when he asked it. If you had the ability to act cool, calm and collected you may have been able to rationalise that Peter was not considering acting on the knowledge he was seeking, but the lie tumbled through your lips before you had the chance to use that rational part of your brain.

“Umm- I-I’m not,” you cleared your throat, wondering if there was possibly a more obvious way to tell that lie.

“You’re not telling me?”

He turned his head. Oh no. You didn’t return the look. Instead, you shrugged, “No, I’m not ticklish,” you mumbled, swallowed thickly and pressing your thumb against the random button. Peter stayed looking at you, and you could’ve sworn he was smirking in your peripheral vision. “Okay! When did you have your first kiss?” You braved turning to look at him, hoping it looked innocent enough. He didn’t respond right away, instead narrowing his eyes. You nodded to urge him to answer, and he cracked a cheeky grin.

“The summer between eighth and ninth grade. At Camp Riverside in Maine. You’re lying to me.”

“I haven’t even told you about my first kiss.”

He raised his eyebrows, and before you could react his fingers were at your side. You gasped at the contact and shifted to move away before realising he hadn’t made any attempt at tickling you.

“You little liar!” He laughed and a whimper slipped through your lips as he made no moves to take his hand off you. “How are we supposed to convincingly play a loving couple if you won’t be honest with me?” He punctuated his teasing rhetorical question with a dig of his fingers, making you jump and squeak. “Secrets can destroy a relationship, you know,” he said as if he were serious, squeezing your side a few more times as giggles bubbled up from your chest and you shot your hand down to close around his fingers. “I mean, really?” He clicked his tongue, beginning to shift to face you. Your eyes widened and you began stammering.

“Wa-wait, wait, Pete,” you laughed, nerves bringing a blush prickling to your cheeks. “They’re not gonna ahask about thihis,” you sniffled, still trying to push away his hand which had stilled at your side.

He shrugged and sighed deeply, feigning the despair of having no other choice. “But-but what if they do? I mean, we can’t get caught,” with a solemn shake of his head. “And you clearly can’t be trusted to be forthcoming with this information, so I might need to-”

“No, Peheter!” You tried to squirm away as he opted to finish his sentence not with an explanation, but with a demonstration. His other hand found your other side, and they both creeped up for him to lightly dig his fingers into your lowest ribs. Your elbows folded inwards and tried to shove him off as you fell into desperate giggles almost immediately. “NahanonoNO!” You tried turning in on yourself as his attack made your backside slide down from where you’d been sitting up. As much as you tried to press your arms against his hands to dissuade him, to push him off course, he still seemed unbothered by your attempts at self-defence. “PARKER!”

“You’re a terrible liar, you know that?”

“And youhou- YOU- AHA-” You kicked out and tried to turn onto your front as he brought his hands inwards to claw at the sides of your stomach. Completely involuntarily, you kicked out and caught his shin with your foot. “CUT IT OHOUT!”

He laughed and grabbed above your knee with one hand, squeezing the muscle between his thumb and middle finger, making you shriek and kick out again before his grip closed around your knee and pulled you further from the wall. “If you’d just answered the question I wouldn‘t be forced to extract this information from- woah!” He cut himself off with a laugh when his fingers were vehemently blocked from trying to wedge themselves under one of your arms. He yanked you even closer, your hips nearly over his legs, and got to work on prying your bicep away from your side. “What do we have here, huh?”

“Peter, so help m— AHH NO!” You growled and sent your knee punting into his stomach. He made a small grimace, but your strength wasn’t really something that could hurt him. “Back OFF, Web-Head!” You shouted through nervous giggles, trying your best to keep your arms clamped to your sides. He scoffed and paused his wrestling, giving you a mischievous look.

“Really? You’re gonna get cute with me?” He resumed his fighting, with much more strength than before. You squeaked and shook your head as he pulled you by your wrists to be sitting up. “Right now, you’re gonna get cute with me?!”

“Noho, I- Ihi wohon’t!” You laughed and squirmed nervously, but you were no match for his strength. With another swift tug, he lurched you forwards to be sitting between his legs. With a final yank, he turned you to be caught with your back against his chest, his legs ensnaring yours as he handled your wrists in his grip. “Peteher,” you sniffed, squirming as anxious giggles bubbled through your lips. “Thihis is so unfair!”

Before you could register what was happening, Peter grabbed your left bicep and pulled it away from your side with terrifying ease. Before you had the chance to gasp, squirm, or beg, his other hand shot around your waist, up your ribs and dug wiggling fingers into the soft space of your underarm. You shrieked out in laughter and arched your back away from him, thrashing in his trapping limbs.

“Woah-ho!” He laughed, letting your arm clamp down at your side with his tickling fingers worming deeper against the thin long-sleeved shirt. “Oh man, I’m never gonna let you live this d-”

SMACK!

You didn’t mean to slap him.

It was his fault, really. You tended to get involuntarily violent when tickled, even if you did secretly find the whole ordeal pretty fun and playful. Nevertheless, the open palm that’d met his jaw now covered your own gasping mouth, his hand beneath your arm stilled from the shock of your hit.

“I’m soho sorry,” you apologies through laboured breaths. “I dihidn’t mean to. I- HEY! Peter - NO!”

He, apparently, didn’t accept your apology. Because his right hand abandoned your underarm in favour of grabbing your own right hand, the one that had dared to slap him, and he pinned it to the wall above his shoulder. With widened eyes, you saw him pick up the web-shooter he’d been tinkering with and aim it at the hand he’d stuck above you.

“N-n-no! Don‘t you dare web me!”

Fwip.

“HEY! Get it off!” You yanked on your wrist, now webbed to the wall, gritting your teeth with a frustrated growl to hide the blush creeping into your cheeks. “Peter,” you whined, “Let my hand go.”

“Mmmno. That one’s in time out.”

In an instant, his fingers were lightly skittering at the fabric under your now-exposed arm. The sensation was light, just enough to be damn near unbearable, and your reaction was instant, dramatic, and, apparently to Peter, hilarious. He erupted into laughter alongside your squealing, breathy bursts of loud, shrieking giggles.

When your free hand swiped over at his tickling fingers, he closed around your wrist and held it just enough at bay that you couldn’t interfere with his torment. A growl of frustration resounded through your laughter that was pitching up every second he continued, and he spluttered in his own laughter when he found an especially sensitive spot just above your ribs that made you attempt to fly out from under your imprisonment.

“PETEHEHER!” You squeaked, sliding further down despite yourself, trying to twist away to no avail. “P-PLEHEASE!”

“Please what?” He teased, scratching just two fingers at the centre of your underarm, laughing breathily at how you squealed and tugged against him. “Hey, you never answered the question.”

“IHI’M NOT TELLIHING YOU!”

He paused, fingers still poised to strike. “Why not?”

“Because this’ll get wohorse,” you coughed.

“Oho…” Peter’s smirking laugh made your stomach flip. “Ohoho…” He ducked his head around to look at your blushing cheeks. “I was talking about the first kiss,” panic struck your chest as he lowered his voice to just above a whisper and said, “but now you have me very intrigued.”

“W-wait. No. No Peter, I-”

“I mean, I thought this had to be it,” he scoffed and resumed tickling at your underarm with all five fingers. Cackling laughter burst through your lips, your eyes shutting tight once again as you submitted to your fate. You were stuck, there was no fighting back. That was, until he released your free wrist in favour of hunting down your most ticklish spot. “You gonna tell me?” He teased over your squeaks and cackles. “Seriously, if you don’t tell me, I’m going to have to find it myself,” he sighed sarcastically as you shook your head, indicating even if you had the ability to form sentences right now, no way in hell were giving him that sort of information. “Thankfully… you and I, we’re scientists. We’re good at experiments.”

“PARKER!” You managed to yell, pulling on your legs still trapped in his.

“So, let’s see…” With one hand stilled at your underarm, his other hand clawed into the side of your stomach. You lurched and barked out a laugh, your free hand wrapping around his attacking fingers. No sooner had you done so, he dug his wiggling fingers back in under your arm. You shrieked, burst into belly-laughter, and abandoned his stilled hand to fight off this new attack. “Hmm, interesting,” he mused. There was a shit-eating grin evident in his voice. Then, his plan sunk in: he was going to force your hand to reveal what was most unbearable. And so he did.

When you swatted at the attack under your arm, he turned the side of your ribs into his target. When you squealed and tried to crush your elbow against his hand, he shook his fingers into the same spot on the other side of your body - the one with the arm still stuck above your head. “Very interesting…” He laughed along with you as you twisted in vain, trying to hit at both hands at once. You sniffled and whined through the laughter bursting through your chest, reacting too hard to form a cohesive sentence.

“NAHAHA, I cahan’t- P-PE- NAA!” You tried to dampen your shrieks, but he was too damn good at this. After a particularly hard hit at the fingers drilling into the uppermost ribs exposed by your pinned arm, and a particularly loud shriek, you begged with just his name. “P-Pehehe… Peter!” You gasped, and he backed off.

“Answer the question,” he sang, shifting his fingers down to ready themselves at your sides should you choose to refuse. Despite the fact that he was removing all the air from your lungs, you couldn’t deny the fun of it all. It’s not like you got physical touch all that often, and certainly nothing as playful as this.

Your brief reverie was ended by Peter deciding you’d waited too long to answer, and him declaring this by digging his fingers into the sides of your stomach.

You screeched, hitting your hand at both of his while the laughter was once again forced through you. “I’m gonnaha GEHET YOHOU FOR THIHIS- EEP!” You squeaked, high-pitched giggles weakening you further as he skittered his fingers all around the sensitive patch in the very centre of your belly.

“More threats?” He gasped, taking your free wrist in one hand and pulling it away from where you were interfering with his current target. “Youhou just never learn, do you?” You giggled and squeaked as he made use of his unobstructed movement, alternating between prodding and scratching at the skin. “Now, that’s adorable,” he teased, moving his fingers closer to the centre to ghost along the exposed skin below your navel. Your giggles hitched up and you tugged on both of your trapped wrists, obviously trying to form some kind of words but failing miserably. Sensing this, Peter chuckled and halted. “How about now?”

You took the moment to catch your breath, resigning yourself to the reality that you’d have to disclose your secret to save yourself from him hunting down every ticklish place on your body. “Okay okay okahay...” You coughed. “Youhou… you win. Unweb me, and I’ll tehell you. But you ha-.”

“Shh!” His hand flew to your mouth and you both sat dead still. His head turned towards the hallway, his hyperaware senses alerting him to an impending visitor. “Dana’s coming,” he whispered, reaching up and ripping the webbing from your wrist before shoving it behind his back. “Tell me now or you’re getting it when she’s gone,” he grinned beside your ear as your limp arm toppled to your side.

“I hate you,” you mumbled and sighed, beginning to pull against his legs again. “Around my hip area. Like, if someone squeezes at the sides and stuff,” you admitted, blushing profusely. “Now, let me go before Dana thinks this is something else.”

“Well…” he started, wrapping his arms a little tighter around your waist. Your heart beat in your chest, hearing that cheeky lilt in his tone. “Isn’t that exactly what we need?”

“Peter, no-”

“Peter, yes.”

“Don’t you dare, Parker. I swear I’ll- nahAHA WAHAIT!”

He dug his fingers into your ribcage, attacking the place where your back met your sides with a pinpoint precision, just as there was a knock on the door. He ducked down to whisper, “This’ll sell it,” before he lifted his head and called “Come in!”

“Peheter nohoho, dohon’t lehet- AH!” You squeaked again and collapsed your head against his chest in defeat as he picked up the pace, slowly travelling one hand down your side with every few digs and squeezes. “Dahana hehelp!” You begged, tears of mirth forming above your flushed and grinning cheeks.

“So this is why you weren’t answering my messages,” she playfully glared.

“I-I’m sorry,” Peter sighed sarcastically. “I really am - you know, for distracting her like this, she just- woah, careful there!” He tugged you a little higher, both hands now dangerously close to your hips. “As I was saying… sometimes, when she won’t stop studying, I have to resort to drastic measures to get her to stop.”

Dana raised an amused eyebrow at your demise under Peter’s fingers and rolled her eyes with an endeared smile. “We get it - two are super cute together. Should I come back later?”

“Dohon’t leave me- PETER!” You squeaked louder and gripped at his wrists, trying to push his hands off course to no avail. “Pehete, PLEASE!”

“I’ll come back.”

“DANA!”

“Sorry, Dana,” Peter stopped his hands, allowing you to catch your breath. “It’s the sworn duty of a boyfriend to enact tickle torture in times like this.”

“That’s fair,” she shrugged. You shot her a death glare from behind disheveled hard.

“Okahay,” you panted. “I’ll stop for tonight, just- no mohore… please.” You gulped the air in, chest heaving with the exertion from bearing the brunt of Peter’s playfulness. He turned his head to grin down at you, you looked up at him with a glare that was betrayed by a smile you couldn’t hold back. You couldn’t hold back your blush either, or the way that you weren’t really trying hard to escape his arms.

“Ugh, you guys are sickeningly adorable,” Dana rolled her eyes and went to leave the room. “Seriously, the way you two look at each other… anyway - are we still on for tomorrow night?”

“Yeheah,” you coughed, then grumbled, “If I’m still alive.”

“I’ll keep her in one piece,” Peter promised as Dana grinned and shut the door.

You continued to catch your breath, taking the chance to swat at his leg with your now-freed hand. “Peter!” You scolded. “That was so embarrassing,” you coughed again, and found yourself subconsciously settling into his arms before remembering what you were doing. “Alright, we can stop studying now.” When you tried sitting up, his arm around you didn’t relent. “Peter.”

He lowered his voice to a whisper as he grimaced and said, “I have to try.”

“Huh?”

“The spot, I have to try the spot,” he whispered again and you felt him shrug apologetically.

Your eyes widened, you shook your head, whipping it around to look up at him as you giggled nervously, “No. Peheter you’ve done enough!”

“I-I’m sorry, but it’s necessary and-”

“It is not necessary, you just-”

“I mean, you can’t just tell me about it and then not-”

“You forced me to tell you! Peter!” You continued struggling as he shrugged again and started leaning sideways with you still in his arms. “Peter, plehease,” you pushed at his hands and squeaked when he turned himself to be partially pinning you face-down with his own body. “PETER?!” You held tight to his wrists as he started pulling one away, already giggling hysterically and groaning at the situation you’ve found yourself in. As he pulled his hand away slowly, but with very little effort, you realised there was no stopping him. The best you could do was to ask him to go easy on you. “Okay- OKAY, WAIT!”

He paused with his hand about to strike at your hip, his legs tangling tighter around yours as you squirmed in anticipation. “Yes?” He taunted in a sing-song voice.

“Okay,” you breathed out. “I’ll let you try, but- hey, don’t laugh at me!” You swatted at his shoulder behind you and tried to glower up at him.

“Oh, you’ll let me,” he laughed with a sarcastic edge. “That’s what this is - you calling the shots.”

“You have to let me tickle you too.”

“Sure.”

You hadn’t expected him to agree, which threw you for a loop. Just as you opened your mouth to stammer and come up with some kind of bargain for him to ease his torment, his fingers squeezed harshly around your hip and began digging into the susceptible place next to the bone.

Your face flew straight into the pillow close to your head so you could muffle the volume of your scream of ticklish ferocity. Your whole body flew into fight and flight, tensing and twitching and thrashing against the way Peter had locked you in his arms between him and your bed. After a gasp for air, you fell into silent laughter as you continued to writhe against him and his kneading fingers pressing and wiggling against your hipbone. You spluttered and gasped for air, the laughter trapped in your chest as the tears of mirth spilled over onto the pillow. When he backed off a little, only to flutter his fingers at the space on your stomach just above your hipbone, you pressed your face back into the pillow to muffle some of the boisterous laughter he was drawing from you. Your twitching and spluttering soon overcame your laughter and coherent struggling, so he stopped his tickling and laughed brightly near your ear, giving you a squeeze with his arms before slowly snaking them away from you. He laughed again when he saw how limp you’d gone, making some kind of comment about how dramatic you were, and how he’d gone easy on you.

It took you a solid half-minute to catch your breath and work up the courage to glare up at him. “You’re an ass,” you seethed, gritting your teeth in an effort to hide your smile.

“Ah, but,” he held up a finger with a cheeky smile, “We’ve certainly convinced Dana. Which means… we can stop studying.”

You rolled your eyes and pushed yourself up to sit, propped up on your hands behind you. “Well I’m not gonna argue with you,” you mumbled with a blush before casting a glance to your laptop. “I have some notes I wanna catch up on anyway so-”

He cut you off with a firm hand on the forearm you’d reached towards your computer, and a hesitant shake of his head. “When’s the last time you did something fun?”

“What d‘you mean? I have fun all the time.”

“No, I mean when‘s the last time your Friday night wasn’t spent studying?”

You sighed and looked away, knowing where this was going. “I find it very fun to keep my scholarship,” you said, and you two almost instantly traded unimpressed looks. There was no pretending it wasn’t a lame excuse.

“We’re going out,” he announced, letting go of your arm and standing up from your bed. “Let’s go.”

“Where?!”

“Anywhere but here, or the library, or the cafeteria,” he said with a somewhat worried, exasperated look. “You’re in desperate need of a break.”

You sighed with a scoff, “Peter, come on, I-”

“I’ll be right outside the door,” he stated, pulling his jacket on. “Get changed. If you’re not out there in five minutes, so help me-“ He chuckled incredulously, balling his hands into fists just below his chin before shooting them open for emphasis. “-I will hang you from the ceiling and tickle you so hard.”

Some noise between a scoff, a squeak and a whimper burst through your lips, bringing a grin to Peter’s cheeks. He slid on his beta web-shooter and wiggled his fingers at you before shutting the door to your room and waiting outside.

You silently laughed and shook your head at the ridiculousness of it all, sliding off your bed and replacing your long-sleeved shirt and leggings for some jeans and a nicer crew-neck. As you tied the laces of your shoes, you found yourself smiling, blushing, maybe more grateful for Peter than you ever realised you’d be. Sure, he was convenient, the perfect excuse for studying way too hard, but maybe he was what you needed in more ways than just a fake boyfriend.

You opened the door to your dorm as you slid your other arm into your jacket and snuggled it over your sweatshirt, giving Peter a smile that you wanted to look annoyed and fake, but you were pretty sure it just looked shy and endeared. He smiled back and when you turned around from locking your door he took your hand and laced his fingers through yours.

In a split second, you fought your gasp and your face morphed from surprise into sheepishness. “Right,” you laughed. “Gotta keep up appearances.”

“Yeah. Right,” Peter smiled, softer than before, and nodded. After a few seconds of hesitation, he pulled himself back to the moment and smiled wider. “Let’s go.”

#peter parker fluff #tickle fic #peter x reader #tasm peter parker #tasm fanfiction #andrew Garfield peter x reader #marvel fluff #marvel tickle fluff #peter x you #ler!peter #lee!reader #ticklish!reader

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anushay · 2 years

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ouran high school host club headcannons + what they would wear cause i’m bored

probably not really accurate but who cares

got all of the outfits from pinterest

part one

part two

tamaki familyissues suoh

-little spoon

-reads

-probably has a pink streak in his hair

-loves animals

-has a necklace the belongs to his mom that he wears all the time, he just tucks it underneath his shirt

-secretly sends letters to his friends back home but they never respond since they can’t do long distance friendships

-his ass is at least bisexual

hikaru itisnotaphasemom hitachiin

-mentally was emo in middle school

-he used to cry when kaoru wasn’t near him when they were younger iusedtodothatwithmyolderbrotherlol

-BLINK 182

-chains.

-had a phase where he forced kaoru to wear eyeliner with him

-let me just say the style this man would have is literally the reason why i’m single especially with his dyed black hair jfyrkhhfhgjvgcjvhc

-zuko kinnie

takashi shitheshot morinozuka

-honestly would be into reading like tamaki but he prefers mystery over the fairytales and romance shit tamaki reads

-top artist on spotify is wallows

-i feel like he knows wayy to much about womens shit

-secretly perverted

-has to tell everything to honey imcryingthisissoadorable

-honey probably forced him to make friends at one point, mori failed, honey gave up

-doesn’t care about what he wears

kyoya suddenlyimindept ootori

-always tried to act mature and responsible as a kid to try and get his father to complement him

-midormia shintaro vibes just minus the astrology part and more buisness-y

-only marry if it will help with buisness

-overprotective

-sleeps with a stuff animal but denies it

-too busy for “fun”

-good cook

-academic-ish style imobsessedwiththis

-has a crush on a 5’3-ish, wavy hair, has some good style, is close with her dad, smut-obsessed, youngest child, immature but also mature, reader, awkward, in too many fandoms, pakistani girl who’s a coconut *coughx2*me*cough*

kaoru underrated hittachiin

-got more love as a kid

-mommas boy

-probably is mentally damaged but never mentions it because he hates hurting people

-hates the incest thing more than hikaru

-probably has a secret girlfriend

-hates spooning, rather you just lay your head on his chest and rest your arm around him while he wraps his arm around you youknowwhatimean

-never really had a sweet tooth

#ohshc #ouran high school host club #tamaki suoh #kyoya ootori #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru hitachiin #mori senpai #takashi morinozuka #headcanon #fuck canon #fanon #ohshc mori #ohshc kaoru #ohshc kyoya #ohshc tamaki #ohshc hikaru #ohshc twins #hitachiin twins #ohshc headcanons

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kiwixlime · 2 years

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Sweet Tangerine

F is for Fake Love

You’ve been best friends with Sam Drake for years. You would do anything for each other. But it still shocks you when one day, Sam asks you to pose as his girlfriend.

Pairing: Samuel Drake x Female Reader Warnings: Smut, my friends. Because you can never have too much Sam Drake smut, am I right? Sad, angst. Additional notes: I'm sorry this isn't my best work. I'm just not feeling well lately, but I've had this in my drafts, and I'm tired of going back and adding or changing things lol. Next one will be better. I promise! 18+, Minors DNI

“I need you to be my girlfriend.”

You meet Sam at your favorite food truck following his text that reads EMERGENCY in big, bold letters. Sam has a flair for the dramatic, so you take his crisis with a grain of salt. And you are smart to because Sam’s emergency involves asking you to be his girlfriend. Words you have always wanted to hear. But not in this matter.

“What?” You ask, somewhat frozen as he goes to pay for your burrito. It may be lunchtime, but it’s still early for you. Work kept you up late, so you’re not exactly prepared for Sam’s stupid rambling - especially when they catch you off guard like this. You’re running on fumes, and you need to be at least halfway charged before you consider playing house with your best friend.

“Elena is having her party tonight,” he explains, and the words register in your tired brain. You vaguely remember being invited to this party. “She always tries to set me up with one of her single friends. It never ends well. You have to be my girlfriend so she leaves me alone this time.”

“I have to?” You frown at his persistence, a little annoyed that he assumes you’ll do whatever he asks. You will, but that’s not the point. This is a big favor he needs from you. And you’re so in love with him that you’ll say yes. But it hurts that he doesn’t even consider your feelings in all this. So you make him squirm for a minute. “I don’t have to do anything. And ya know, maybe I already have a date to this party,” you scoff. Now you’re irritated for a different reason.

You walk away from the food truck and Sam, expecting him to follow you. But when you don’t hear his footsteps, you stop and turn around. He’s still standing at the truck, frown on his face with his food in his hands. He looks dumbfounded. That stupid expression makes you feel bad.

“Do you?” He asks in a voice so soft, you know he’s only using it to tug on your heartstrings. Sam knows how to play you. And you let him. Why do you let him?

“No,” you sneer. His face brightens, and you roll your eyes, pivoting on your heels to head back to your apartment. Sam jogs up behind you, falling in step next to you. He throws an arm around your shoulder.

“So?” He drags out, and you can’t ignore those puppy dog eyes he gives you. “Will you be mine for a night?”

His words sting. You want to grab him and shake him and tell him to stop playing these games with you. You want to tell him that you’ll be his for all of the nights. But you can’t. Sam loves you as a friend. And maybe that’s for the best. He’s kind of a dick when it comes to relationships. “I hate you,” you say with a heavy heart. But Sam grins. In your words, that means yes.

“Aw, I love you, too, baby doll,” he teases, and you hate how those words make your heart flutter. He’s such an ass, and he doesn’t even realize it. “Thank you, though,” he adds, this time being genuine. “I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” you tell him hesitantly. “Elena probably won’t even believe that we’re a couple.”

“Oh,” Sam shrugs, a familiar glint in his eyes. “I don’t know about that.” He finishes with a wink and drops his arm from your shoulder, taking your hand in his. He doesn’t say anything else as you walk, and your mind begins to panic over what the hell that could possibly mean. “Come on, baby, let’s go.”

Baby. The pet name means nothing. He always calls you that. And while it’s nice to hear coming from his stupid mouth, it doesn’t hold any significance. It’s simply a term of endearment he uses for his best friend.

Annoyed, you let Sam drag you back to your apartment. It’s your usual routine. Sam meets you outside, pays for your lunch, then comes up to your place to eat and chat the shit. You like your moments with Sam, but you can’t stop thinking about his comment. He seems pretty confident that Elena will buy your lie. But you know her. She’s not stupid.

“Are you going to try to dress me up like one of your whores?” You ask bitterly. “Because I love you, Sammy, but I’m not going to change my style for a night.”

Sam flinches, and for a second you regret your choice of words. It passes quickly, though, when you remember that Sam is kind of a douche. And his type consists of girls that look nothing like you. It’s just jealousy, nothing more. You don’t judge.

“Of course not,” he scoffs. “You’re perfect just the way you are,” he grins and bops you on the nose. God, you could kill him. You really could. “Plus, I’ve seen you when you get all dressed up. You’re hot.”

“Thanks,” you say flatly. You’re used to his absurd comments that he thinks are compliments. At this point, you’ve learned to tune him out. You don’t want to read too much into things. It’ll break your heart even more. Tolerating Sam was so much easier when it was a silly crush.

“You and me? We’ll be the hottest couple there,” he says, unaware of how much your insides are fidgeting. Does he ever shut up? “Oh, especially if you wear that green dress. You look so fine in that dress.”

You groan loudly and try to forget what he just said - though you have to agree. You do look good in that dress. It’s a figure-fitted one-shoulder cocktail dress with emerald sequins and a front slit. It’s not too dressy, but it’s perfect for a party like the one Elena is throwing. And if it’s what Sam requests…

“I have a question,” you speak up, genuinely curious to know his answer. He gives you a suspicious look before shrugging, deciding whatever you want to know is worth it. “Elena’s friends are beautiful,” you say, a little intimidated. “And they’re funny, and sweet, and successful. Why don’t you ever like them?”

It’s not the question Sam is expecting. And to be honest, he doesn’t know how to answer it without embarrassing himself. You’re right. Elena’s friends are perfect. And a lot of them fit his checklist. But it’s all surface-level garbage. They’d be good for one night stands, but not a relationship. It’s complicated.

“Uh,” he mumbles, looking for the right words. “I just… I’m not interested, you know?” He gives the blandest answer ever.

“Not really,” you admit, pushing for more.

“They’re pretty and successful, I agree,” he confesses. “But she’s always pushing for me to settle down. And if I’m going to settle down, it’s not gonna be with some girl I hardly know. It’s gonna be with--” he catches himself before revealing a shameful secret. “I’m just not ready to settle down,” he decides to say, hoping you’ll believe him and drop the subject.

You don’t. But you don’t press for more details. Clearly, it’s something he’s uncomfortable with. And you’re not sure you want to know the answer. You don’t know if your heart can take it. Man, you really need to get over him. Good thing this party will have plenty of alcohol. Maybe Elena will have some male friends you can bond with. Or you can always ask Nate to set you up.

Either way, after tonight, you will force yourself to move on from Sam Drake.

“You look stunning as always,” Elena says when you and Sam arrive at her front door. She holds you at arm’s length, eyeing your dress with envy. Then she looks at Sam and frowns. “How could you force this woman to be your date? She’s too good for you, you know?” She says, referring to you.

“Hey,” Sam says defensively, guiding you into the foyer. “I didn’t force anyone to do anything.” He looks over at you with an adoring grin. “We’re together,” he confirms. And the way he says it is so sincere. Like he’s said it a hundred times before.

As hard as it is to do, you keep your cool, plastering on your best fake smile. You let Sam twine his fingers with yours, holding your breath as he brings your interlocked hands to his lips. He kisses your knuckles softly, and your heart begins to beat faster. He looks into your eyes, signaling for you to say something.

“Right,” you breathe out shakily, glancing back to Elena. “Can you believe it? I finally have him trained,” you joke, faking your confidence. You need it if you’re going to have to pretend to be Sam’s girlfriend for the whole night.

“Baby,” Sam chuckles, moving his arm to your waist, holding you close. “You’ve always had me trained.” His warm lips press against the skin of your exposed shoulder, and you shiver. He wears a smirk on his ridiculously handsome face as he eyes you over, watching you grow flustered. He’s playing with fire. And you’ve just about had it.

You’re not going to let him rule the night. You agreed to be his date, but you don’t have to put up with his torment. He’s admitting he finds you attractive, and you wore the damn green dress. You deserve to see how much you can work him up.

“Oh,” you giggle, nudging him with your shoulder. “Well, if you manage to be a good boy for the rest of the night, I’ll give you a treat later.” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, shiny from the playful bubblegum lip gloss you applied in the car. You bat your eyelashes up at Sam and twirl a lock of hair between your fingers.

His eyes widen, and that cool smirk slips off his face. He stutters as he tries to come up with something clever. But the way you’re looking at him goes straight to his groin, and on instinct, he drops his gaze to your lips. Good, you think.

“Okay, gross,” Elena chimes in, putting a stop to whatever game you two are playing before Sam’s hormones take control. “Congratulations. Stop being weird.”

“Thanks,” you murmur, feeling Sam’s arms wrap around your middle, his chin resting in the crook of your neck. He’s being very cuddly right now. Usually, he’s only super affectionate when he’s drunk. Guess your little flirtation worked. “Okay, come on, Casanova,” you reach up to pat the back of his head. “Get your girlfriend a drink, yeah?”

“Yes, dear,” Sam whispers before kissing your neck. He’s laying it on a little thick, but you don’t mind. Right now, you have the confidence to play along. And you want to see what else you can get away with.

As the night goes on, your boldness waivers. But it’s only because Elena’s gorgeous friend, the one she wanted to set Sam up with, has been flirting with him since her arrival. She doesn’t care that Sam introduced you as his girlfriend or that he’s been holding your hand, kissing your cheek. She still throws herself at him. It’s been over an hour, and she’s not backing down.

And Sam’s only human. She’s a leggy redhead with fair skin, green eyes, and a curvy figure. Hell, even you’re into her. He’s obviously interested in her, the slut trying to steal your man who is not even your man. Or something.

“So, Elena tells me you’re a treasure hunter?” The woman says with a giggle, flipping her curled auburn hair over her shoulder. Her piercing eyes scan Sam over in appreciation, and you scowl at how obvious she’s being. Of course, your boyfriend is eating it up.

“Something like that,” Sam says with a charming grin. “It’s more about the adventure and the history, you know what I mean? We have traveled all over the world, and it’s been great. But yeah, finding treasure is a nice bonus.”

The woman smiles and boldly places her hand on Sam’s thigh. He looks up at her, smiling, and your stomach turns. It’s like you’re not even there. So much for convincing Elena that you’re in love. You should have ignored him in the first place. Then he could have taken the hot redhead home, and you wouldn’t have to witness their courtship.

Her fingers dance across his lap, and he sits there without flinching. You’re torn between telling the bitch off or running to Elena and Nate’s room to cry. When Sam leans into her and away from you, your decision is made. You swallow thickly, ignoring Elena’s burning stare, and jump from the couch, mumbling some excuse about needing some fresh air.

You don’t head outside, but instead, follow your instincts and run to the bedroom, the only place you know you’ll find peace and quiet. It’s a place Elena let you crash in before. Sometimes you feel guilty hiding in their bedroom during a party, but she’s a great friend. She knows when you need to be alone.

Their bedroom is decorated with photos of them, some from their wedding day, others from their travels. They both look so happy, and Nate looks so in love with her. You wonder what it feels like to have someone adore you that much. You’re so hooked on Sam, you’ll never know.

You can feel the tears glide down your cheeks, and you let out a sob, ashamed that you’re in here crying over a man who doesn’t actually care about you. It’s funny. Sam’s supposed to be your best friend; he's supposed to be the one comforting you when you’re a mess. But he’s too busy flirting with the Big Red Whore to notice.

How pathetic are you? All dressed up in something Sam asked you to wear only to cry alone on a bedroom floor. You reach for the tissue box on Nate and Elena’s dresser, grabbing a few for yourself as you stand. You glance in the mirror and frown at how much of a disaster you are before cleaning yourself up, dabbing at the mascara beneath your eyes, wiping your red nose. A good cry - that’s all you needed. Now, you can go out there, pull Elena aside, and ask if she knows any available men.

“It’s okay,” you say, pumping yourself up. “You’re a catch.”

There’s a knock on the bedroom door, and you’re expecting it to be Elena coming to check on you. That’s the only reason you shout, “come in!” But when the door cracks open and you see Sam standing there, your heart clenches, and anger pulses through your veins.

“Excuse me, I have to go,” you say curtly, ignoring the sad look on his face. “Can you please move?”

“No,” Sam speaks quickly. “What are you doing in here? How could you just leave me out there with her?” He tries to laugh, but the expression on your face tells him his childish behavior won’t work here. “Why did you leave?”

“I thought I’d give the two of you some space,” you confess. “You were getting cozy. I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Are you jealous?” He questions, a small smile coming to his lips. “Come on, you know you’re my girl.”

“Is this a joke to you?” You ask as more tears form in your eyes. He catches the break in your voice and drops his act, hanging his head down. “God, Sam, you’re such an asshole,” you snap. “Get out of my way.”

“No,” Sam repeats, standing firm in front of the door. “I’m not letting you go.”

“Jesus Christ, do you want me to cause a scene? Because I will,” you raise your voice. “You know me better than anyone, Sam. I will make a fucking fuss! Let me out!”

You forcefully push him out of the way, ready to flee the room and leave him behind. But he grabs your wrist, stopping you. You attempt to wriggle free of his hold, but his grip is strong.

“I’m not letting you leave,” he says darkly. You flick your eyes up, glaring at him. You open your mouth to speak only to be cut off when Sam spins you around, slamming you up against the door.

“Get off of me!” You hiss, hitting his chest. He doesn’t listen, grabbing your frantic arms and pinning them above your head. You huff angrily, thrashing in his hold.

“Baby, please,” he says softly, his voice comforting and quiet. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I know you’re upset and you have every right to be. I was being a tool, but I promise that it didn’t mean anything.”

“I don’t care, Sam!” You shout. “It’s not like we’re really in a relationship. It’s all pretend, right?” Your anger is in the driver’s seat and you think to yourself that Sam is lucky he has you restrained or your hands would be slapping him away. “Still, you could have at least pretended to be faithful.”

“Bullshit,” Sam scoffs, leaving you confused. “You know it’s not pretend,” he whispers. “You know that what’s between us has never been pretend. I know you care. Just like I would care if some dude were hanging all over you.”

You close your eyes as Sam speaks. You’re imagining this conversation - you have to be. There’s no way Sam is telling you all of this right now. You’ve definitely been crying too much. Your mind is playing tricks on you. “You can’t just…say words and expect me to forgive you for being a jerk.”

“I’m not just saying words, baby,” he assures you. “I’m being honest, here. Why do you think I asked you to do this, tonight? I don’t want anyone else!”

“I don’t believe you!” You yell back.

“Fuck,” Sam growls and before you can make another snappy comeback, his lips are on yours, kissing you deeply.

His hold on your arms loosens as he drops his hands to cup your face. His kisses are harsh and desperate and he’s pouring his soul into this kiss to let you know just how much he means it. You can feel it. You can feel his passion. But you can still feel your rage.

You groan and come to your senses, pushing him away from you. You wipe your lips with the back of your hand and curse. “You can’t do that, Sam! Fuck!”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he says. “I just needed you to listen. I need you to hear me out, okay? Please, just let me talk.”

The air in the room is tense. And your brain won’t shut off. On one hand, you want to leave. You want to disappear, just go home and take off this stupid dress, and be alone. On the other hand, you’re already hurting. What else can he say that’ll upset you?

“Whatever,” you sigh, giving up.

It’s not exactly what he's hoping for, but he takes it. He doesn't move from his position, keeping your body pinned between his and the door. Now that you’ve calmed down a little you don’t mind his proximity. He kind of smells like tangerines from the cocktail Elena served, and it’s a nice fragrance.

“Do you remember when we were talking earlier? You asked me why I didn’t want to be with any of Elena’s friends?” His question makes you roll your eyes. Yeah, right.

“I guess,” you shrug. But your aloofness doesn’t seem to bother Sam.

“It’s because it’s you,” he says with certainty. The same kind of certainty that laced his voice earlier that day when he said that you guys could convince Elena you were in love. “The person I want to settle down with is you.”

“You’re lying,” you immediately spit out.

“I’m not,” he says firmly. “And I think you know it…”

“Know what?” You grumble.

“Know that I love you, you spoiled little brat.”

“You love me?” Something between a whimper and a croak comes out of your mouth as you ask the question. But you can see that fond look in his eyes once more. And you just know. He’s telling the truth.

“More than anything,” he admits, and like the sap you are, you melt and pull him into you. Your lips meet again in a hot, messy kiss that you both desperately need. His hands travel across your body from your thighs to your ass to your sides and then up to your breasts. You let him touch you, feel you. You both crave it.

“You called me a brat,” you pant as he moves his lips down to your neck.

“You are,” he mumbles into your skin, nipping at your throat, soothing the marks with his tongue. You run your hands through his hair, tugging on the soft strands as he works his lips up to your mouth. His tongue glides against yours, pulling a soft moan from you. A delightful sound he’s happy to cause. And he wants to hear more. “And now I’m gonna fuck you like one.”

“Oh, please,” you groan, pushing your chest against him. You pull his face back to yours, kissing him again, flicking your tongue inside his mouth, tasting the remnants of alcohol.

He smiles against your lips, nudging his thigh between your legs as your dress rides up. He grinds his thigh against your aching clit, reveling in the tiny whine that escapes you. “Please what, baby?”

“I want your cock, Sam,” you say, and your determination surprises and turns him on. He reaches under your dress, pulling down your panties swiftly, and for a minute, your mind goes blank.

“Of course you do,” he chuckles, sliding his fingers up between your thighs until he reaches your pussy. “Baby, do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted you?” He asks, slowly rubbing between your folds.

You throw your head back against the door, letting out a satisfied noise. You begin to move your hips in time with Sam’s fingers, now inside of you. “Me t-too,” you stutter, finding that rhythm that has you gasping.

He twists his wrist at a different angle, using two fingers to pump in and out of you. He rests his free hand at your throat, keeping you pinned to the door. “And to think, all this time I could’ve been fucking you senseless,” he sighs, picking up the pace of his hand. His slender fingers reach that sensitive spot inside of you and you moan, nice and loud, for everyone to probably hear. “I wanna taste you, baby girl, but we need to make this quick,” he says.

“God, Sam,” you whine. “Just fuck me already.”

“That mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble when we’re alone,” he warns, and you smile. That’s fine with you. Now that you’re on the same page, he can do whatever he wants with you. You only nod, watching intently as he undoes his jeans. Your hands reach out to help him, pulling his hard dick out of his briefs. You lick your lips at the sight of him, wishing you had more time so you could suck him off. But, this isn’t your house. And you’re already crossing a line by having sex in Nate and Elena’s bedroom.

“Fuck, Sam,” you gasp as you feel him slip into you. You grab onto his firm shoulders, softening into his touch when he grabs your thigh, lifting it over his hip. He sinks into you deeper, making you both moan out. “Feel so good,” you praise.

“That’s right, baby,” he pants as he moves his hips faster. You roll against him, taking his cock harder each time, your body tingling as he stretches you out and fills you up. His hands hold you by your ass, giving him easier access to thrust up into you. And time feels like it’s standing still. You can’t think about anything else except for the feeling of Sam Drake inside of you.

“Faster, Sam,” you plead, digging your nails into the nape of his neck. He hisses at the sensation, and smacks your ass, snapping his hips quicker as he fucks you into the door. He’s grunting into your ear, making your insides burn with want. He sounds so goddamn hot as he fucks you. They’re sounds you’ve only dreamed about. But they make you wet.

“I knew you’d be the perfect fuck,” Sam says, placing his hands firmly against the door behind your head. He grins down at you, and underneath his lust-blown pupils and sweat-slicked hair, it’s sexy, smoldering. “So beautiful. And this pretty little pussy feels so good. I could spend all day between your legs.”

“Oh, god, Sam,” you whimper, biting your lip to hold in the loud moans that threaten to escape. You want to be vocal, you want to let him know how good he’s making you feel. But you can’t risk it. Elena would be so fucking pissed if she knew what you were up to. “I’m gonna cum, Sam, you’re gonna make me cum,” you gasp.

“Good girl,” he groans, thrusting into you faster, losing his momentum as he pours all his energy into making you reach the edge. “Cum nice and hard for me. I’ve always wanted to see what your gorgeous face looks like when you cum.”

“Faster,” you mewl, bouncing on his dick. “Oh, fuck me, Sam, I’m cumming,” you clench around him, moaning his name out loud. He’s quick to slap a hand over your mouth, chuckling at your wide, unblinking eyes.

“That’s it,” he coaxes you through your orgasm, hand still covering your lips. Your body shakes as your climax takes over you and the feeling of your body pressed against Sam’s is what sends him over the edge. You nod your head, telling him to release, and he does, spilling into you with a heavy grunt.

He collapses against you, knocking you back on the door. The hinges jiggle, and you know that you weren’t as subtle as either of you hoped. But you don’t have it in you to care. You’re happy and you know Sam is, too. You can tell by the way he peppers kisses all over your face.

“Sam,” you whine, pushing him away with a snort. “They’re probably wondering where we are. Your girlfriend is probably having a heart attack,” you roll your eyes playfully.

He glides his thumb over your lips and sighs. “Girlfriend. You’re my girlfriend,” he says, brushing his nose against yours.

“Good,” you smile, kissing him again. Your little session is interrupted by a gentle knock, startling the both of you. “Oh, shit.”

“You two are disgusting!” You hear Elena’s voice through the door.

“Just please tell me you weren’t on our bed,” Nate adds.

“Your bed is fine!” Sam yells back, making you blush. You bury your face in his chest, trying to conceal your shame. “Your door, however…”

“Nasty,” Nate comments before you hear him stomping down the hall.

“Congratulations, I suppose,” Elena tacks on, following in Nate’s footsteps.

“Let’s go, baby,” Sam says, grabbing your hand. “Time to make our couples debut.”

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Cute

Void/Stiles Stilinski x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2939 words

Warnings: none

Summary: The reader finally gets up the courage to tell Stiles about her feelings for him but Stiles isn’t really himself at the time.

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You should have seen this coming.

Of course Stiles was never going to go for a girl like you. All your lives he had been absolutely obsessed with Lydia Martin and lord knows you looked nothing like her. You were never going to look anything like her, but it was easy to ignore when it was just her.

Stiles had always liked her, drooling over her in math class and talking about her every chance he got but you both knew he had about as much of a chance with her as you did with him.

It wasn’t going to happen.

...but now he had Malia.

She was just as thin and gorgeous as Lydia was, but she was actually into him. She wanted to go out with him and there was nothing stopping them from going for it, why would there be?

It wasn’t like Stiles had any clue that you had been in love with him since middle school or that you were actively more and more in love with him as time went on.

He didn’t know you thought about him as much as he thought about them, or beat yourself up because you were never going to be a size three like Lydia was.

You adored him, but he was never going to see that.

It made you feel so empty, like the last seven years didn’t mean anything to him which wasn’t even close to true. You knew that both Scott and Stiles cared a lot for you, like they cared for each other but it wasn’t enough.

You wanted Stiles to daydream about you, to see you, because you were right in front of him. You would have done anything for him, and did, but for some reason, it was still like you didn’t exist.

It was getting old.

Really old, and the more you thought about it, the more the reality of the situation upset you. You had been there for Stiles all his life.

You were right by his side when his mom got sick, and beat up Jackson Whittemore once in the eighth grade for calling him a geek, but none of that seemed to matter to him.

Stiles still couldn’t see you.

“You’ve been staring at them for thirty minutes” Scott hummed, shaking you out of your thoughts with a bump to your shoulder with his own. You were searching for anything that could explain the strange occurrences around here as of late, but there was nothing.

It wasn’t your fault watching Stiles canoodle with his new girlfriend was more entertaining than looking through some dusty old book.

“I have not” you sighed, shooting him an almost defensive look as you glanced back down at the book in question. Had he been anyone else you may have pretended to have your shit together, but Scott knew better.

He knew the two of you better than anyone else in the world, and even if he wasn’t the true alpha, which he also happened to be, it wasn’t hard to see what was going on.

You clearly liked him, in a way that wasn’t just platonic like your relationship was. You had never gotten so shook up when Scott was seeing a girl, he would have noticed.

“It’s okay, I get it” he tried, hoping that you weren’t going to try and shut him out over this again. Scott had tried to have this conversation with you a few times already, and it never worked out the way he wanted.

You always got cagey and didn’t want to talk about it.

“No you don’t, Scott. You’ve dated every girl you ever had a crush on, because you’re you” you grumbled, poking him in the abs as aggressively as you could without hurting him to prove your point.

He didn’t ever have to worry about the things you did.

Not only was Scott one of the sweetest and most brave men you’d ever known, but he also couldn’t have been in better shape if he wanted to. He looked like one of those perfectly sculpted men in the movies, with six pack abs and chiseled muscles.

It wasn’t like he constantly had to live with the knowledge that the person he loved most in this world didn’t love him back because he wasn’t good enough. You knew that Stiles didn’t feel the same way about you because you weren’t as skinny as you could have been, or as pretty as the others were.

At this point, you doubted he even saw you as a girl at all because you were just his best friend, and that was it. That was what you’d always been and considering how oblivious he was to the feelings you had for him, it wasn’t surprising.

You weren’t even on his radar in that way.

“First of all, ow! Second of all, you’re super cute, why wouldn’t he be into you?” Scott wondered, that same supportive, loving tone that was always in his voice making itself known to you. He really did believe that, not that it made you feel better.

Cute.

That was all you were ever going to be.

Puppies were cute, and everyone loved them but no one was actively dreaming of taking their favorite puppy out on a date or dreaming about a puppy out loud to their friends. You didn’t date someone just because they were cute, which was the whole problem.

You didn’t want to be cute.

You wanted to be beautiful, to be hot, to be drop dead gorgeous in the way that Lydia was, and it killed you every day that you weren’t.

“Thanks Scott, but I don’t think cute is gonna cut it” you decided, closing the book in front of you as a way of closing this conversation before getting up and heading out of the library.

It didn’t make any sense to Scott.

It was clear to him that you and Stiles had something that could very well be a great relationship but you kept getting in your own way and it wasn’t like Stiles knew what he was doing.

Some days, Scott worried he’d leave his head at home if it wasn’t attached.

“Hey Y/N, think about it” he called, catching the way you turned around to look at him before heading out to the parking lot.

There was no way Stiles was going to come to the conclusion that you cared about him as anything more than a friend on his own, and until you got that push to do it yourself, it wasn’t going to happen.

He just had to wait for one or both of you to take that chance.

Scott had a point.

Of course he did, Scott usually had a point as much as you hated to admit it. You were super cute, and while it might not have been enough, there really weren’t that many reasons why Stiles wouldn’t be into you.

Now, all you had to do was figure out what you were going to do about it, before all desire to do so left your body completely if it hadn’t already.

You had only been trying to sike yourself up about this for the past hour in the rear view mirror and it just wasn’t happening.

You felt like an idiot.

Here you were, sitting across the street from Stiles’ house like a creep, without a single idea of what you were actually going to say to him if you ever made it to his front door. It didn’t make any sense, this was a guy you’d known since you were a kid.

You had never had a problem saying anything to him or doing whatever you wanted, but now, the idea of even looking him in the face was enough to make you want to be sick. It was hardly fair but you had done this to yourself after all.

It was perfectly fine before, even if you were unhappy. No one else had to know that you had feelings for him and you could just suffer in silence but now that you had Scott in your corner, it was hard not to want to try.

Surely your shared best friend was the best authority on whether or not there was anything between you and Stiles. If anyone was going to know anything, it was the true alpha, after all.

That was like, his whole thing.

“You can do this. You’ve fought monsters, this is just Stiles” you reminded yourself, before pushing the mirror away completely, getting out of the car before you could buckle back up and drive home. It was now or never, and whatever happens, happens.

You couldn’t worry about it now.

“Hey Stiles, are you feeling better?” you hummed, the words barely registering under your breath as you tried to figure out what you wanted to say. You’d had this nightmare a million times over but you’d never actually considered doing it on your own.

Now that you were, the words just weren’t coming to you like they should have been.

“I just had something I wanted to run by you” you tried, testing out how that would sound before immediately scrapping it. That sounded like you were making some kind of business proposal and you certainly weren’t.

It had to be perfect.

Not that you had time to actually nail down what you wanted to say before you found yourself at his front door, already having knocked out of habit. Again, you briefly considered sprinting back to your car before it opened but you couldn’t make your feet move.

You knew that you had to do this.

“Hey Stiles, I was hoping we could talk” the words left your lips before you could police them, as soon as the door opened. You knew that it was hardly the smoothest you could have been but at this point, there was nothing between the two of you to soften the blow.

You just had to get this over with. If he accepted your feelings, he accepted them but if he didn’t, there was nothing you could do to change that either.

Naturally, those words freaked Stiles out a little because he assumed something terrible had happened but you didn’t seem as panicked as you should have been if someone was dying. This was a little more than your usual high strung but not by much.

“Yeah for sure, are you okay?” he allowed, moving away from the doorframe to let you in before closing the door behind you both. His dad was working late again, so it would just be the two of you but that had never been a problem before.

Especially lately, you and Stiles had killed time on several nights when Scott was busy with the pack or on date night. It wasn’t strange for you to be alone together, normally but there was a strange air about it today.

You just couldn’t tell if it was coming from him or you.

You knew that Stiles had been having a little trouble sleeping lately, and the nightmares were driving him crazy but the pack was going to handle it.

The pack always took care of those kinds of things and you both knew Scott wasn’t going to let anything happen to him.

All he had to do was wait it out and try to relax in the meantime.

…And of course, you were having a hard time being your calm and collected self as you tried to figure out the best way to go about this whole thing.

It wasn’t every day you confessed your feelings to your best friend after all.

“I’m alright, I just have something I want to talk to you about is all” you shrugged, sitting down on the couch. This was a lot harder to do than you could have ever thought, and it just seemed like it wasn’t going anywhere.

There was only so much stalling you could do before you had to tell him the truth.

“Okay, I guess I’m just gonna put it all out there,” you sighed, your hands falling on your thighs. This was your last chance to walk away and no one would ever have to know what it was you were hiding, and that almost seemed like the right thing to do.

Though, the way he was looking at you took that all away.

You knew that if you ever had a chance at being with him in the way you wanted, you had to be able to tell him how you felt, at the very least.

Here goes nothing.

“I’m in love-with you” you allowed, exhaling as if you’d been holding that in your lungs all this time, which you pretty much had. You had no idea how this was supposed to feel, but you were pretty confident it wasn’t like this.

He didn’t even say anything at first.

All you could see was Stiles rubbing his temple out of the corner of your eye, his eyes screwed shut. It was hardly the reaction you had been expecting but at that moment, it didn’t even matter. You knew what he’d been going through, and it worried you.

It always worried you, especially knowing about his mom and all the stress he’d been under lately.

Needless to say, you were more than happy to forget about everything you’d just said in favor of making sure he was alright, especially if your words had upset him.

If he didn’t feel the same, you would have happily moved on as if this moment had never happened. It would be easier than having to swallow that rejection.

You didn’t know if you could handle that after all this.

You had been hiding your feelings for Stiles all this time, and now that you said it out loud, you hoped you’d feel better but you just didn’t. This whole thing was really starting to seem like a mistake, and you didn’t even know everything yet.

Neither did Stiles.

In reality, he was more than thrilled at your confession but something was wrong. He felt like he wasn’t in control, like he wasn’t even in his own body anymore. It didn’t make any sense but he had never had a feeling like this before.

Stiles was vulnerable.

Before this moment, the Nogitsune hadn’t been able to break through to the surface but you provided the crack in his armor that it needed to escape. It was perfect, at least for the void, it certainly wasn't going to be pleasant for you.

After all, it had been a long time since it had seen the light of day and it was hungry, hungry and wearing your little lover boy like a cheap Halloween costume. Of course it was going to use that against you, void would be an idiot not to.

Your love for the boy made you little more than an exposed nerve, one that the Nogitsune could poke and prod at all it pleased until it was satisfied.

...and it certainly intended to.

All at once, there was a huge change in the room between the two of you, and more specifically, in Stiles.

There was a cold, darkness to him that you had never seen which you didn’t even realize was there until he started laughing, a deep chuckle leaving his throat.

You weren’t ready for it, but what you were less ready for was what happened when he spoke.

“Did you really think I could ever feel like that, for you? We both know that’s a little crazy” he scoffed, an almost mocking tone that didn’t sound like Stiles at all. It shocked you, in all honesty, but not for the reason you may have thought.

Deep down, you knew that Stiles wouldn’t be interested in you but you never could have imagined him being so aggressive and cruel in his rejection of you.

He’d never spoken to anyone like that before, especially not you.

“I just-” you tried, but he stopped you before you could even try to get through this whole thing with any dignity at all. For the Nogitsune, this was all fun and games, but for you, it was so much more than that.

This was quite possibly the worst moment of your life.

“You aren’t blind, you had to have known this wasn’t going to work out the way you wanted. I mean, look at you?”

Stiles was screaming, using everything he had to try and get through to you, to overpower whatever this thing in his head was, but he couldn’t make it happen. It was too much, too strong, and all he could do was sit back and let it happen.

He knew it was breaking your heart, he could see it in your face but no matter how hard he fought, there was nothing he could do to get back in control. He felt like he was locked in a cage in his own head, and someone else had the key.

He just didn't know who.

You sat there for a second more as you tried to process whatever it was that was happening right now before you felt tears pricking in the corner of your eyes, and decided that it was probably time to leave.

Staying here any longer was just going to make this worse. Besides, it wasn’t as if Stiles was in the mood to talk this out or even treat you like a person.

Clearly, Scott was wrong, being cute wasn’t enough to make someone care about you.

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