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[im-sleepdeprived]

Crazier • Pt. 3

pairing: mcu!peter parker x reader

a/n: ITS FINALLY HERE omg I loved writing this series so much i had a blast. thank you for everyone who was asking me about part 3 because it felt amazing knowing you enjoyed it as much as me😭💕💕 i hope you enjoy !! (beware, she is long)

warnings: some angst thrown in here and there, fluff (later), mentions of breakups, mentions of cheating, very very brief mention of suicide ( someone mentions and old author who offed themselves), me not knowing anything about theater (I apologize in advance), glitter

read part 1 here & part 2 , masterlist

"And when we got the chair, Brad made me sit in it and he pushed me around the whole school!" You were telling Spider-Man about your day, and as always, he listened politely, only chiming every now and then. 

"Wow, you and this Brad guy sure did a lot together today, huh?" He said, and even with the voice changer, you could tell he sounded a bit off. "I mean yeah! He's a great guy, way cooler than I originally thought.” You told him, making him grind his teeth hard, not that you saw that. 

"Actually I'm a little upset that the play is about to come to an end." Your voice gets a little softer as you confess what's been on your mind today. "The rehearsals have been a blast, and the people are amazing and it's been such a good distraction from everything. I'm really sad to see it go," you looked down at your hands. 

Peter took one look at your expression and knew there was something else you weren't telling him. "Well what kinds of things do you need a distraction from?" he asked carefully.

"Um," you looked anywhere but at him, "well, my parents have been fighting a lot lately and it's just been really hard to be around the house, everything's so tense."

His lips parted but nothing came out. He knew about your parents, of course, whenever things got bad you'd always run over to his place to hang out. But now you couldn't do that anymore, so you were just looking for any way to avoid coming home for as long as you could. 

"And of course, there's that whole breakup." you continued. "But I've been pretty good at ignoring that so far, and I think that's just the way I'll keep going." You drummed your fingers on your thigh as you stared into nothing.

"Do you really think that's the best way to go about it?" He asked hesitantly. "Maybe you shouldn't just completely ignore something like that."

You gave him a questioning look, "And why wouldn't I want to forget about it? Isn't that what you're supposed to do eventually after a breakup?"

"Yeah, eventually," he repeated, "but wasn't that relationship a big part of you? Ignoring everything isn't gonna make all your feelings go away. You have to face your emotions, embrace them, and go through the motions before moving on."

He hated that you seemed to be fine all of a sudden. That you were getting so close with this Brad guy all of a sudden. It might've been selfish, but Peter didn't wanna see you moving on just yet, he still had a tiny hope in the back of his brain that you might take him back if he waited till just the right time. But the more you kept talking, the more that tiny hope diminished. 

You snorted, "Ok Dr. Spider-Man, I'm not sure a guy running around New York in a bright onesie is qualified to give out relationship advice, but you do you.”

He couldn't help but let out a laugh. "I'll let you know I give out great relationship advice and I'm not wearing a onesie," he huffed. "It's a super suit."

That just made you laugh harder, "Yeah, sure, whatever dude."

"So you and your team won?" he asked. He wasn't about to waste the only time in the day when he got to speak with you being jealous. He was gonna keep this conversation going. Try his best to give you what he never could as Peter. 

"Yes!" you beamed. "Oh and look," you scrambled around looking for the crown you had received after you won. You had brought it up with you just so you could show him. 

You put it on and straightened your posture, "We were rewarded with these fabulous crowns.”

Spider-Man let out a loud laugh. "Wow, you look like true royalty."

"Don't I?" you grinned. "I always wanted to be a princess when I grew up, so this is very fitting for me." You tapped the crown lightly and grinned at him.

Peter was sure he was grinning like a lovesick idiot. He remembered you telling him this, your crazy childhood dream during one of your late-night talks. He truly believed that if anyone in this whole world were some kind of royalty, it would be you.

“Just like Rapunzel.” He murmured. Your head perked up at that. “Oh my god,” you rush, “YES! Holy shit! She was my absolute favorite as a kid, how'd you know that?”

He fumbles a little but quickly finds himself. “You were humming ‘I See The Light’ a couple days ago. It was an educated guess.” You can hear the grin in his voice. “Glad to know I got it right though.”

You laughed a little and settled back down. “Dude, I'm not kidding. I used to eat yellow flowers as a kid 'cause I thought they’d give me magic hair.”

At that, Peter loses his mind. He’s cracking up and you're joining in beside him. This, he thinks to himself. This is what he’s been missing. This is how things should be. He can't help himself, the words are leaving his mouth before he can even gather his thoughts.

“So what about your ex? How’ve things been going with him?” Nice going dumbass. She's never gonna wanna talk with you again if you keep mentioning her ex-boyfriend.

You looked at him weirdly and started twisting the ring on your finger. “Why do you wanna know?”

“I-just I…” he scratched the back of his neck, “Well actually, I'm going through a breakup too, right now, and I guess…I don't know, hearing you talk about it, about him, makes me feel less alone.”

Peter Parker feels like shit. He feels like a total asshole. And yet, he doesn't feel bad enough to stop, to come clean. Not yet at least. He tried making himself feel better by thinking, ‘Well it's not a lie. I am going through a breakup. She just doesn't know with who.’

You stared up at him, shocked. He never shared anything about himself. Not a thing. You two joked back and forth but you were usually the one sharing personal issues (or triumphs, like today). You start to wonder what his personal life looks like. He can't be that much older than you from what you can tell by his sense of humor and some of his references. This man, no, boy, who spends practically all his time running around one of the most popular cities in the world, saving lives and changing them, is going through a breakup. And he’s currently sitting on a rooftop with you and talking about it.

You blew out a long breath. “If Spider-Man can’t find love, none of us stand a chance.”

He let out a soft laugh at that. “Ah, I wouldn't say that. I definitely have my fair share of flaws. And then some.”

You shake your head, “I'm sure the good outweighs the bad. I mean, come on,” you gestured towards him.

He laughed again. “So tell me, you still see him every day, right?

You nodded, deciding that if this made him feel less alone, you could do this. 

“Is it hard?”

You shrugged, “Honestly, I have no idea. I’ve been avoiding him like the plague. I’ve only run into him once and it was when me and another friend went to grab ice cream at our old hangout spot. I couldn’t look at him. I haven’t spoken to him since everything and I don’t really want to. Not anytime soon.”

He sighed. Of course, you didn’t wanna speak to him as Peter. He’d totally fucked you over, he’s lucky he found any kind of loophole at all because he really doesn’t think he can handle not speaking completely. 

“How do you think he feels?” He has no clue where the question came from but now that he’s asked, he can’t help the curiosity bubbling in him.

You run a hand through your hair and sigh, “I have no idea. One second he’s avoiding eye contact in the school hallway and the next, he’s staring daggers at me in an ice cream shop. He’s weird.”

Spider-Man chuckled lightly, “Yeah, he sounds like he is.”

“Do you see your ex a lot?” You hope he doesn’t see it as prying, you just want to see how similar your situations are. 

“Yeah, actually, I do.” He nods but says nothing else. 

“Is it hard?” You ask softly. 

He nods again, keeping his eyes low. “Crazy hard. Especially when I know everything is my fault.”

“Do you think she’d ever forgive you?” He only shrugged. “Do you want her to forgive you?”

He looks up at you, “Would you ever forgive your ex? After whatever it is that he did, I mean.”

You took a moment to think. “I don’t know. I think it’s different. I mean, I don’t know what happened between you guys, but I think with Peter and I, I think he was starting to lose interest.”

He can feel his heart drop. “What? Why would you say that?”

“Yeah,” you continued, not taking notice of the spider slightly freaking out beside you, “he just stopped caring. Stopped showing up, and stopped listening. If I didn’t know any better I’d actually think he’d cheated on me.”

“No way! I mean-,” he cleared his throat a little, trying not to sound as anxious as he felt, “Do you… do you actually that he did? Cheated, I mean. Do you seriously think he cheated on you?”

Please say no, please say no, please say-

“No, of course not,” you told him honestly. “Peter’s a lot of things, but he’s not a cheater. I’d accuse him of that.” You paused for a moment. “But there was something…I don’t know what. There was something he wasn’t telling me.”

He let out a breath of relief. Thank god, he doesn’t think he could’ve handled knowing you thought of him that way. And it’s true, he would’ve never stooped so low. As for the ‘something’…

“Say he were to show up, right now, knocking on your door. Begging to have you back and swearing that he’s changed. Would it work?” He asked half serious and half joking.

You laughed a little, “No, but it’d probably piss off my parents.”

He grinned beside you, his mask shifting slightly at the movement. “Aw come on. Not one for big romantic gestures?” He nudged your shoulder a little.

You smiled but your expression fell as you thought about his words some more. “No, I’m just not one for empty promises. Which is all he had to give me after a while. He used to be amazing, he used to be the perfect boyfriend. The Peter I knew disappeared and I wasn’t a fan of the one who replaced him.”

You look up at him and grin. “If there’s any chance of anything being repaired between us. Even a friendship. He’s gonna need to get his shit together.”

“So he cheated on her, which fueled her depression, and ultimately led to her suicide. And that wasn’t enough so he burned her most of her work, and profited off of the rest of it after she died!”

This is what your mornings looked like lately. Hanging out with MJ so much had been…interesting to say the least. There was always something you could learn from her. Currently, she was telling you all about some ancient female author’s shitty husband as you waited beside her locker while she grabbed everything she’d need for her next class. 

“Every article online about it says ‘allegedly’ but fuck that. It’s totally the truth,” She finished. 

“God. That sounds awful,” you grimaced. “Whatever happened to him? Didn’t they have kids?”

“Oh, he married someone, won a ton of awards everyone loved him. And yes, a son, who also dies by suicide, and a daughter. I'm pretty sure she writes kids' books now.”

You sucked in a breath. “Holy shit. And where did you learn all this?”

She shrugged. “I read a lot.”

“Right,” you nod, unable to completely shake off the grossness that story left you feeling. “So,” you started, hoping to change the subject. “What do you have next again?”

“Biology. But I think we have a sub today, so that’ll be fun.” She slammed her locker shut, leaned on it slightly, and turned toward you. “What about you?”

You shook your head at her, “Free period. I was gonna catch up on my reading for AP Lit. Hey,” you wondered aloud, “is it that sub that marks people tardy even if they’re a second late? I can’t stand him.”

She sprung up. “Shit. Shit. Fuck,” she rushed out. “It is. And I can’t get another tardy otherwise I get detention. Again. And my parents would kill me.”

You nodded, completely understanding. “Okay. Well, I’m just gonna go grab my stuff and head to the library. See you later!”

“Bye Y/N/N!” She yelled over her shoulder, already halfway down the hall. 

You laughed lightly before heading to your own locker. You opened it and grabbed your bag when you felt a tap on your shoulder. 

You slam your locker shut and turn around, only to come face to face with Brad. “Hey, Brad!” You grinned. 

You’d never really noticed Brad before. You never had anything against him, you both just ran in different crowds. Even after you both started working on the play, you were friendly with each other but it never went past a simple smile, wave, or quick ‘hello’. But in light of recent events, you were really starting to think of him as a friend.

“Hey.” He smiled right back. “Saw you here and thought I’d just stop by and ask how you’ve been.”

You gave him a closed-lip smile as you leaned back against the lockers. “That’s sweet. I’ve been okay, long morning though. What about you?”

He nodded. “Same. Stayed up pretty late last night going over my lines.”

“Really? Don’t really think you need that. I’ve seen you at rehearsals, you’re a natural Brad.”

“Yeah? You think?” He grinned wide at your compliment and ran a hand over his hair. “I’ve got ‘em memorized and all, but I just wanna make sure I know them, y’know?”

You nodded. He wants to make sure his delivery is as good as his memory. That’s another thing you didn’t expect from Brad Davis. His passion for theater. 

“Well like I said, I’ve seen you at rehearsals and I mean it when I say I think you’re fine. More than fine actually. So don’t stress yourself out Davis, you’re gonna be amazing.”

He beamed at you like a child. “Thank you Y/N, seriously. You don’t know how much that means.”

You smiled right back at him. “Anytime.”

It was quiet between you two for a bit, and you didn’t really know what to say. You were about to ask if he had a class he needed to get to when, suddenly, he took a few steps closer to you. 

That automatically took any words that might’ve been on your tongue and threw them in the dumpster behind the school. 

“There’s um, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you, actually.” His voice is softer but, you hear every word and you can almost feel his breath on your face. 

“Oh?” Your voice matches his volume. This can't be happening. He knows you just broke up with Peter. He’s gotta be kidding. Or maybe, he’s about to ask something about the play. Yes, you think, he’s got a question about the play and he’s come to ask me, obviously, because I’m the director. 

The halls are quiet now, everyone else is in class, at the library, or something. It's just you and Brad, standing so close you could count his lashes. 

Just you and Brad. Brad, who won’t stop staring into your eyes for some reason, so you’re just left standing there….you and Brad.

And Peter. 

The sound of squeaky sneakers running down the hall seems to break him out of whatever trance he was held in and he steps back a bit, almost causing you to let out an audible sigh of relief. God, you could just kiss the person who decided to unintentionally interrupt whatever moment was just happening between you two. 

Or not. 

Because when you both turned to see who it was, your heart fell. Peter Parker is standing there, backpack hanging off his elbow, binder bursting with loose papers in hand, and staring at you like a deer caught in headlights. 

For a second, none of you say anything. Brad’s looking confused, staring at Peter. Peter is looking at you, then at Brad, then at you again. And you, well, you’re just wishing the school hallway would split in half and swallow you whole. You’ve run through a few different scenarios in your head, and falling into the earth’s core sounds the most appealing. 

Then Peter moves closer, clearing his throat as he approaches the both of you. “Hey guys, how’ve you been?” He asked. 

Neither you nor Brad replied. 

“Right. Hey man,” he turned to face Brad, his face suddenly serious, “don’t you drive a black BMW? Red rims, red interior?”

“Um, yeah, I do,” Brad answered skeptically. 

Peter blew out a long breath. “Think you might be in trouble dude. I just heard the principal saying he was gonna get it towed, something about you parking wrong.”

“What?!” Brad’s whole demeanor changed on a dime and you almost felt sorry for him. 

Peter held up both his hands. “I’m serious man, that’s what I heard. But don’t ask me,” he pointed to the hall behind him, “go ask Mr. Morita.” 

Brad stared at you for a moment before walking off, mumbling something about ‘another fucking ticket’ as you watched him leave. You almost grabbed his arm like a child, almost asked him to stay, just so you wouldn’t be alone with Peter. 

You swallowed. Brad had finally turned the corner, leaving him officially out of your eyesight and leaving you standing alone with your ex. It’s funny really, how you went from talking about suicidal classic authors with your friend a few minutes ago, to this. 

Yup, the Earth’s core sounds amazing right now.

For all the words he had to say when Brad was here, Peter was awfully silent now, doing that weird stare thing he did in the ice cream shop the other day. But there was no Ned to play polite this time, and no MJ to hold on a leash so she doesn’t bite. It was just you and him. 

And you had no problem running. 

You turned so quick, it took him a second to register the movement, and by the time he did, you were halfway down the hall. He ran after you. 

“Y/N, wait. Please.” He reached out a hand to place on your shoulder. You jerked away, his hand barely brushing your cardigan. 

You’re both standing in the hallway, and you’re still avoiding his eyes when you say, “We’re not doing this.” You shook your head and ran off, leaving a somber-eyed Peter in your wake.

There was no parking violation. Peter lied. But he had to. 

He’d gotten caught up doing some last-minute homework in the library. Spider-Man duties were keeping him busy lately because when he wasn’t fighting crime on the streets of Queens, he was spending time with you. 

He knows it isn’t right, he knows it isn’t fair, but god if it doesn’t feel good. He loves spending time with you and he hates that he can’t do it more often, hates even more that it’s his fault. And he damn sure wasn’t going to cut your meetups short because he had a few math questions waiting to be answered. 

So on his way back, the halls were empty when he suddenly heard a very familiar voice. You. 

But you were with someone. Brad. The thought made him roll his eyes. 

You were currently going off about how great Brad was doing so far in his role in the play you were managing. Stupid Brad, Peter was sure the only reason anything was going right in the planning of the show was because of you, you were the best person they could’ve picked for the job and all Brad had to do was say a few lines. You were the one who dealt with everything else. Brad should’ve been praising you, not the other way around.

He’d heard Brad’s response to your compliments and almost rolled his eyes again until he heard your response. Of course, you were being an absolute sweetheart. You probably had no clue what words like that meant coming for someone like you. You were probably oblivious to your effect on people, as you were probably oblivious to Brad’s true feelings about you.

You both went quiet for a moment, leaving Peter to wonder what happened when he heard Brad’s voice again. 

“There’s um, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you, actually.”

No. 

No, no, no, no. No. 

If he were totally honest with himself, he knew it was coming. Especially after you told him about your little scavenger hunt around the school, and how well you got along with him, how kind he was being towards you. Brad didn’t just randomly see you in the hall and decide to say ‘hey’. He had class. Peter knew because he was supposed to be in that exact class right now.

He could handle another detention. 

Before he even knew it, he was running down the halls. He had no idea what he was going to do, even less what he was going to say but none of that mattered at the moment. He just had to make sure this didn’t go any further. There was no way he could stand by and listen to you agree to go out with some other guy. 

And then he was standing there, you’d both seen him, and it was too late to turn back. He stared for a minute, noticing how close Brad was standing next to you. His gaze flickered between you and him and all he could think was how wrong it would be for you to end up with someone like Brad. Stupid, stupid Brad, who hung out with all the stupid jocks, and threw those stupid house parties all the time. Who only talked about his stupid car, and what model it was-

An Idea popped into his head. 

He couldn’t help it. Bro Peter stepped out and dealt with Brad, knowing the one thing that would completely get rid of him at the moment. He wasn’t thinking about the consequences. 

As he’d suspected Brad left with almost no hesitation, Peter almost doubling over with how quickly he fell for it. 

And then, he was left with you, and every ounce of confidence, every word in his lifelong vocabulary, crumbled. It never ceased to amaze him how easily you could completely undo him. He was an avenger, for crying out loud, he had literally saved New York and, he didn’t want to sound cocky but, the world. He had faced villains, of all sorts, so despicable, it’s a wonder he’s alive at all. But he did it. 

But you…. He’s never felt like this before. So nervous, anxious, and scared to mess something up when all he wants is to fix it. In the superhero world, stunned silence isn’t an option. One moment of hesitation and everything could go to shit. But now, he’s not sure what the best course of action is. He’s not sure if speaking to you will make things worse, or better. If saying anything at all will give him more of a fighting chance. Was there even any chance of a fighting chance?

He didn’t miss how you hadn’t said a word and all he could think was ‘Please talk! Say something! Give me a hint for what I’m supposed to say!”

He was just stuck in place, staring directly at your face taking in your expression. You wouldn’t meet his eyes and there was no stopping the pang of guilt in his gut. You looked skittish, and it should’ve been no surprise to him when you turned to take off but it still took him a second to shake off that moment. 

Just a second though, because soon he was running right after you. He wasn’t going to let you off so easy this time. 

He’d called for you to stop, reaching his hand for your shoulder in hopes of getting you to listen. The way you jerk back as if his touch might burn you snaps something in him. 

And there they are, your first words to him (Peter him) since the breakup:

“We’re not doing this.”

And you’re already moving away again, already slipping away from him again while his hand hangs in the air. He almost touched you. Maybe it was better that he didn’t because he thought he might’ve never let go. 

He’s not sure if you meant what you told him as Spider-Man. Maybe it was just another one of your jokes. But he’s not ready to give up hope yet. He’ll give you time if that's what you need, he’s just scared of who else might try to make their move during that time. 

For now, he’s just gonna work on getting his shit together. 

And that starts with going to class, and getting his work turned in.

There’s a buzz in the air when you enter the auditorium the next day, that can only be described as highly-caffeinated-extremely-enthusiastic-high-school-theater-kids. You were all feeling the anticipation of your work these past few weeks being shared with all your friends and family. 

You were walking around checking up on the last-minute touchups. You walked up on stage and stopped in your tracks. “Oh my god,” your hand flies up to your mouth, “you guys! This is beautiful!”

The set group (Noah, Lacy, and Jack) all grinned up at you. They all had some form of paint on them. Lacy adorned a pair of overalls that consisted of black and navy blue splatters going up and down the front of her. Jack’s T-shirt looked as if it were being used as a rag for his hands, so there were so many colors intertwining with each other, that you couldn’t pick out a single one. Noah was the messiest of the group, this specific set being mostly his responsibility. The knees of his jeans were stained black, but it didn’t end there. He looked like a tornado of night, with all sorts of shades clinging to any visible part of him. Blues, blacks, indigos, you name it. And they were all gleaming with pride. 

“Hey Y/N,” Noah beamed at you. “We just finished the last backdrop.”

Behind them all was the backdrop which would be used for the last scene of the play. Lexi and Brad (or Stephanie and Gabriel, per the script) would stand in front of it and finally declare their love for one another, commencing their forever after with a passionate kiss. 

You knew it was supposed to be a night sky, but what you hadn’t known was how well of a job they would do. 

You let out a breathless laugh. “I can see that. It's stunning you guys, truly.” Although Midtown High was a school that specialized in the education of science and technology, the students here were extremely in touch with their creative sides as well. And that fact had never been more obvious to you than in that moment. 

“There's still one more finishing touch, and then it’ll be perfect.” Lacy grinned at you before running backstage. 

You were staring at where she'd just been, a furrow in your brows, when Jack nudged you lightly, “Oh, this is what she’s been waiting for since we started.”

Lacy came back, almost tripping over herself with how fast she was running. She held up a jar that sparkled in the auditorium lights as she moved it around, “Glitter!”

You grinned and clapped your hands together, “Oh I’m so happy I get to be here for this.”

Noah and Jack stood to the side while you and Lacy approached the large backdrop from the side. She made quick work of unscrewing the top and setting it beside her. She leaned over slightly and tilted the jar a tad before sprinkling it over the spacious work of art. 

If sprinkling glitter were a profession, Lacy would be a pro. 

You quickly figured out why she was so excited about this step, and it wasn’t just the glitter. Adding the glitter gave the scene more life. It made it look as if it were real, and you were looking at a sky bursting with sparkling stars.

 After getting the area in front of her, she turns to you, holding out the jar. “Here! Give it a go.”

You stared a her a bit before quickly shaking your head, “Lace, I never thought someone could be good at sprinkling glitter, yet here I am. You were like a freaking fairy! I’d totally ruin it, and I can’t do that to you guys.”

You held your hands up and started backing away slowly. You could hear Jack and Noah laughing behind you. 

Lacy just rolled her eyes with a smile stuck on her face. “Nonsense, Y/N, you’re a pro at everything you do,” she lowered her voice a little, “like that scavenger hunt?”

You gave her a look before turning around to make sure Mrs. Lightbody was nowhere around. “None of that,” you hiss, “that was a one-time thing! And it was a group effort!”

“Oh come on,” Noah this time. “We all know you had the hardest list of the bunch. Seriously Y/N, if Brad hadn’t shown me the list, I never would’ve believed that you did all that.”

Jack nodded. “Honestly, me and Lace wrote that as a little joke, like, ‘Hey, what if we were really wild with this? What would we do?’ And you came and proved us all wrong.”

Lacy hummed her agreement, “What they said, exactly. And this is just a bit of glitter. No big deal!” She grabbed your arm and pulled you towards her. 

You laughed lightly, feeling yourself grow a little flustered under their praises. You grabbed the jar of glitter from Lacy and went to work, being extra careful so you don’t ruin all their hard work.

“This is good glitter,” you say softly, completely concentrated on the task at hand. 

“Oh my gosh! I know right!” Lacy practically squeals her response. You laughed but could hear Noah groaning behind you. You finish with the glitter, screwing it shut before turning back to face him. 

“There’s no such thing as ‘good glitter’,” He did air quotes on that last part, sounding extremely frustrated and something told you this wasn’t the first time they had this conversation.

“Yes, there is! She just said so!” Lacy was standing her ground. Suddenly, she turned towards you, “Y’know who can settle this? Lexi. Go find her Y/N, take the glitter, and ask her what she thinks. She’s gonna agree with me, I can already feel it.”

You held in a laugh. “Sure thing Lace.” You turn to go find your other friend and as you're walking away you can still hear them arguing, Noah not convinced that glitter could be good or bad. It’s just glitter. 

You walked around the auditorium looking for Lexi and failing to find her. You started asking around, feeling sure that someone had to have seen her. You knew she was here, having seen her enter at the start of rehearsals. Walking around the front of the auditorium, peering down aisles, you were about to go check backstage when you heard a Brad Davis.

Now you’re not sure why, you didn’t do anything wrong after all, but a panic settled in you. Next thing you knew, you jumped into one of the aisles and crouched down. 

He was walking up the main row between the chairs, script in hand, talking to someone beside him who you couldn’t see. They were moving closer to you. Shit. 

In a rush, you start crawling, crawling, down to the opposite side of the aisle they were approaching. You were almost out, but you accidentally pulled down one of the chairs that are built to automatically flip up. Not a loud noise, but loud enough. You wince but don’t stop until you're sitting against the side of the row of chairs, out of their sight. 

You could hear the chatter stop and the footsteps slow. You sucked in your breath and folded in on yourself even more. You were already coming up with a cover for yourself. 

‘Oh, hey Brad. Yeah, I’m on the floor. Not avoiding you or anything, just….decided to see what the view of the stage would be like from here. Not good!’

It sucked and you really hoped you wouldn’t have to use it.

It seemed as though your luck for the day hadn’t expired because you heard them mumble amongst themselves and move on. After a few moments, You let out a sigh of relief and started crawling down towards the stage. You weren’t risking getting seen just yet.

You were starting to like Brad, you really were! But after recent events you had started to think the interest he’d taken in you wasn’t the same as the platonic one you’d taken in him. And you were bad at confrontation or being put on the spot. Obviously.

Plus you figured he’d want to talk about that weird moment with Peter in the hall the day before and you’d rather pretend that didn’t happen at all. Even you didn’t know what that was. 

Moving slowly, you kept your head down, trying to reach the stage so you could just bolt behind the curtains. Suddenly, a pair of pointed-toe black flats came into your view. You paused and slowly looked up. In front of you stood Ms. Lightbody. 

“Hi.” You said meekly. She looked down at you with a furrow in her brows, “Hello Miss Y/L/N. May I ask what you’re doing?”

You fumbled for a moment but finally found yourself. Clearing your throat, you stood up and dusted yourself off. “I dropped an earring.”

Way better than that other bullshit you were thinking of. 

She stared at both your ears, which adorned a pair of earrings you never took off. “Oh?”

“I’ve already put it back in,” you explained to her lamely. She gazed somewhere behind you and you followed her stare. Brad and his friend were still walking up and down the main row, lost in some conversation. You gulped, if she had seen you earlier, it would’ve been fairly obvious to her the real reason behind your little floor exploration. And that was just embarrassing. 

She hummed in response, “I see.” Her voice carried some tone of understanding and you felt yourself run hot with embarrassment under her gaze. 

“Did you need something, Miss?” You rushed out quickly, hoping to change the subject. 

“Yes,” she focused her gaze on you now, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say there was a sprinkle of amusement in her eyes. 

Ms. Lightbody was a newer addition to Midtown’s staff. She came in to replace the school’s previous drama teacher, and she also subbed at times. Most of the student body disliked her, thinking her short-tempered and strict but you knew that was far from the truth. It seemed this play helped you better understand your peers and superiors alike. She was an amazing teacher and, contrary to popular belief, she wasn’t an impatient maniac who didn’t have the skill set to teach. She was always willing to help someone who didn’t understand, but what she didn’t tolerate was purposeful incompetence.  

“Lexi is in one of the rooms backstage, I need you to go find her and tell her there’s one more scene we need to rehearse.” She paused and looked behind you again. “And I suggest you get to that soon because I think your friend, Mr. Davis, has spotted you.”

You blanched, unsure whether to dwell on the fact that she knew, or that Brad had spotted you. You turn slightly only to see Brad already looking towards you. 

You quickly snapped your head towards the lady in front of you again. “On it!” You told her, not waiting for a response before shooting up the stage and behind the curtain. 

You could’ve sworn you heard her laugh. 

You were backstage looking for Lexi. It wasn’t like her to stay tucked away like this, since rehearsals had started she was always ready for anything, talking things over with the other cast members, ready for criticism but rarely needing it. There was probably no one on the cast who was as excited as her. 

“Lex, you here?” You whispered softly. Behind the stage was empty and dark. You walked around carefully, trying not to accidentally trip on anything of the string or left-out equipment. All of this was going to need to be changed before tomorrow evening. 

Suddenly, so quiet you could barely hear it, was a shuffling noise. You looked around for some switch, finding it on the wall to your left. You switched it on and the action earned you a hiss from someone a little further in the room. 

You turned quickly, finding Lexi sitting at one of the small makeup desks, hands coming up to cover her face as if she were some vampire. 

That worried you. 

You rushed to her, placing a soft hand on her shoulder. “Lex,” your tone was quiet so as not to disturb her anymore. “What’s wrong? Are you sick?”

She looked up at you, hair disheveled, face a little pale, and eyes tired. “No, no I’m fine.” She shook her head but you weren’t convinced. 

You moved to sit at the desk next to her. “Okay,” you said softly, “then why are you sitting back here?”

She sighed a little. “I’ve just had a small headache since lunch. But I’ll be okay really. 

Your frown only deepens. “Did you eat today? Drink water?”

She nodded then rubbed her temples a little, shutting her eyes as she did so. “It’s probably my fault, I didn’t sleep well last night and I’m just tired.”

Her eyes snapped open and she looked more alert now. She clasped her hands together and smiled at you. “So wake me up Y/N/N. Tell me something interesting.”

Skeptically, you eyed her up and down. “Are you sure that's all? Should I take you to see the nurse?”

She shook her head again, her hair flying around her face as she did so. “No. I’m actually feeling better already, talking to you. I think the smell of Noah’s Axe Body Spray was just really setting everything off.” She gestured her hands around herself. 

You laughed, glad to see her acting like herself again. “But seriously,” she said, putting a hand on your knee. “Talk to me, it’s waking me up. How was your day?”

You let out a breath and leaned back in the chair, looking up to the ceiling. “Brad asked me out.”

She gasped so loud, you started up in your seat. “Shut up. Shut up!”

Smiling, you shook your head. “Well not yet. But I know it’s coming, you know what I mean? He keeps trying to get me alone, and he gets really close and starts staring into my eyes and everything. But he keeps getting interrupted.”

She gasped again, softer this time, and held her hand to her chest. “Oh my god. That’s so cute! Are you gonna say yes?”

You stilled for a moment. Were you going to say yes? You’d figured out what was most likely coming your way, but you hadn’t really thought of how to handle it. You couldn’t crawl across floors to avoid him forever. That would make graduation very awkward. 

And at the same time, you didn’t want to reject him. Brad was sweet, maybe not the type of person you usually went for, but he had his own things. Maybe you needed something new, something different. 

But something in your gut was telling you maybe you shouldn’t go out with someone who made you panic-crawl on the floor just to avoid having a conversation with them. 

Not to mention, you just weren’t interested in him like that. At all.

Lexi was going on about something or other, seemingly fine at the moment. “I totally knew he was into you. I mean, that whole picking you up in the library thing?” She shook her head. “Not just a platonic thing.”

You laughed loudly and stood up. You held out a hand for her to take. “Come on Lex, everyone’s looking for their star.”

She took your hand and stood. “I bet they are, I’ll have to apologize for hogging you from them.”

You laughed again and started pushing her towards the front stage. “Oh! I almost forgot to tell you! We’re playing with glitter!”

The rest of the day went by smoothly. You, Lexi, and Lacy applied the finishing touches to the backdrop. As Lacy had guessed, Lexi agreed with her. Lacy went on about all the qualities the perfect glitter should consist of; ‘catches the light, soft, and dustable.’

You were sure that last one wasn’t even a word but Noah gave in eventually and let the girls have their win. But that wasn’t enough for the three of you. Not wanting to put the glitter away just yet, you started sprinkling it on each other. 

Word spread across the auditorium like wildfire, and soon, a line started forming on the stage to get glitter sprinkled on you, boys and girls alike. Ms. Lightbody shut that down quick.

You stuck to avoiding Brad for the rest of the day. It wasn’t hard, you were both busy, him being one of the leads and you helping with a little bit of everything and making sure everyone stayed in order (with the exception of the glitter fiasco). 

At the end, Ms. Lightbody had gathered you all around to talk about how tomorrow was going to go. She went over the basics, what time the show was going to start, and what time you all had to be there. It was things you all already knew but it was good to go over. In the end, you thought she looked a little sad, and apparently, you weren’t the only one because someone else pointed it out. That made everyone jump and you all pulled her into a group hug. This little group had become like a crazy family and you were forever grateful you had a chance to be part of it. 

You left quickly after that, wanting to get out before Brad offered to walk you home or something. You said bye to your friends, taking extra time with Lexi. She had been more reserved after you two talked, not as tired as you’d found her backstage, but still not quite herself. You told her to get lots of sleep tonight. She was needed tomorrow

Now, you were sitting on the rooftop ledge, kicking your feet as Spider-Man sat next to you.

“Are you excited?” He asked. 

You nodded, smiling. “Very. We’ve all been working really hard for this. And you should see how great a job everyone has done. I can’t wait to see it all put together finally.”

“I’m sure you’ve done a great job,” he nods. “I really wish I could be there. You’re gonna need to take some videos for me. Show me afterward.”

You grinned wide. “Seriously? You’d wanna see?”

“Heck yea I wanna see,” he said, voice serious.

“Okay.” You nodded. “I’ll take plenty of videos, don’t worry.”

“Thank you.” He said, raising a hand a ruffling your hair. You laughed and slapped his hand away. He stared at you a little before asking, “What’s in your hair?

You grinned wide. “Glitter.”

He shook his head, laughing. “I don’t even wanna know.” You giggled beside him. 

 “Are your friends going to be there?” He asked.

“Um,” you say, still smiling. “Yeah, I think so. They said they will, and I think it’ll be fun.” MJ had told you she was definitely going to be there, she couldn’t wait to make fun of the kids in the play, she’d already bought her ticket. Ned said he wanted to see it as well, and Peter…well, after recent events you couldn’t think of any reason he’d be there. He probably wouldn’t be able to find the time in his busy schedule, even if you two were still together. So it was better like this. 

“What about your parents? Are they gonna try to make it?”

A beat passed before you replied. “No,” you shook your head. “I don’t think they’re gonna be there.”

He was quiet for a moment, not sure what to say. He almost regretted asking. 

“But it’s okay,” you said, your voice so soft, it took everything in him not to reach over and pull you into his arms. “I wasn’t expecting them to anyway. I have my friends, that’s enough.” You cleared your throat and wrapped your arms around yourself. 

He watched you for a bit and it hit him then, just how strong you were. How much you had on your plate at the moment. How little you let it show. 

Your parents were basically roommates to you, you barely saw them, they were just there. The play you were managing? While everyone else had one job, one task they needed to focus on and get done, you were involved in everything. He remembered you mentioned to him a few weeks ago something about your phone blowing up since planning started. He never thought much of it then. 

The more he thought about it, the more he realized you were always doing this. When it wasn’t the play it was something with your family, or tutoring other kids at school. And on top of all of that, you were always available for your friends whenever they needed you, and your grades never slipped. Your essays and tests were used by your teachers as examples. He always knew, but not really. It was painfully obvious right now. And it was even more obvious to him that he never helped. He should’ve helped make things easier for you, because he loves you, because he cares for you. But all he did was add to your plate. The thought made him feel sick. 

“I’m so sorry,” Even through his voice-changer you could hear the sincerity, the despair in his voice. Your brows furrowed. 

“You don’t need to apologize, it’s not that big of a deal. I swear,” you told him sincerely. 

He nodded but the movement almost looked forced. “How have you been?”

You paused. “Good,” you nodded, as if confirming your own statement. “Busy, but good.”

“Have you taken a moment to breathe recently? Just relax yourself for a few seconds?”

You were taken aback by his question. No one had ever asked you that. “I- I don’t think so,” you replied quietly. 

“Alright, that’s okay, we can do that together. Here,” he held out both his hands, palms up. “put your hands in mine.”

You followed his lead and placed your hands in his. The material of his suit felt smooth, but thicker than it looked, and you were surprised to see how well your hands fit together. 

“Close your eyes.” He said, and you saw the whites of his mask flicker shut. You followed his lead. 

“Great. Now big breath, through your mouth.” You sucked in a handful of air, the sound ringing out like a quick gasp. 

His hands gave yours a gentle squeeze. “No,” he said, voice soft. You felt your face heat up and you tried again, this time slowly letting the air enter and fill your lungs.

“Now out through the nose.”

You let the air leave you, not even realizing how tense you were until you felt yourself relax. Your eyes fluttered open and you found him already staring at you. His thumbs had started gently caressing your hands and you found you didn’t mind at all.

“A few more times.” He told you, and you nodded at him. You closed your eyes again and repeated your actions from before, more sure of yourself this time.

When you had finished, you opened your eyes again. His eyes were still open and you thought his mask shifted into something like a grin.

“Better?” He asked you, and you smiled, nodding your head. It was crazy to you to think about how over these past few days, that very mask had turned into a comforting sight for you. You really thought of New York’s Spider-Man as a friend. And you hoped he felt the same.

You nodded again, unable to take your eyes off of him. You weren’t even aware you were still holding hands until he removed his from yours. You almost protested, your hands suddenly feeling colder than they ever have. 

But then he brought his hands up to cup each side of your face. 

Oh. 

You were sure you were melting. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt like this, and you couldn’t even see his face! You wished he’d just rip it off, you wouldn’t care who was underneath. 

He brought his face closer and leaned his forehead against yours. Your eyes fluttered shut. You stayed that way for a minute, both of you just enjoying the moment before you decided to speak. 

“Take it off.” You whispered. 

“What?” He asked, his voice matching your volume. You had opened your eyes and you were looking at him now. You could clearly see the eyes of his mask were still closed and you fought off a smile. 

You brought up your hand to his face and traced his jawline. You could feel his jaw flex underneath your fingers and you could’ve sworn you heard him gulp. 

“Take it off.” You repeated, your thumbs now caressing his cheekbones. 

His eyes flew open and he leaned back. “No,” he shook his head, moving even further from where you two were seated next to each other. 

Your brows shot up at his sudden change of demeanor. You wished you hadn’t said anything. “Ok,” you said, voice quiet. “You don’t have to. I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I was just- ugh I’m so sorry.”

“No!” He repeated. “Don’t apologize I- you did nothing wrong.”

But the way he was acting was making you feel otherwise.

“I have to go. Good luck tomorrow.” He said, stood up, flung out his wrist, and started swinging through the buildings faster than you could blink. 

Fuck. 

You were a wreck. 

Everyone was running all over the place, orders being shouted across the entire backstage. Some people seemed to have invited their friends to hang out backstage (which was not allowed). Every corner was packed. And you were in the middle of it all. 

“Y/N!” Ms. Lightbody called for you from across the swarm of bodies. You made your way through everyone, not stopping until you were standing in from of her. She placed a hand on your shoulder and steered you until you were both standing in a corner, as far away from the others as you could get. 

“Miss Walker isn’t here, and it’s starting to become a problem.” She told you, voice serious.

You blanched. “Lexi isn’t here yet?!”

She shushed you. “I don’t want to start a commotion. Things are barely going smoothly as is, and this will not make it better. Everyone will start worrying if they find out their lead hasn’t arrived, and we cannot have that.”

You nodded at her, mind racing. “What do we do?”

She sighed, “For now? Wait and hope for the best, there’s still a bit more time.”

You nodded again and she took a second to look around the room. “What is all this? Half these kids have no business here!” She turned towards you again. “I'm going to try to reach Miss Walker’s mother, deal with all these children Y/N, please. I want them gone by the time I get back.”

She turned to leave before she remembered something that had her turning right back, “You have Miss Walker’s contact information, correct?” You nodded at her again. “Great. Try to get ahold of her, will you? The sooner we figure this out the better.”

“Sure thing Ms. Lightbody.” You told her, waving her off, your voice sounding a hundred times more confident than you felt. 

You watched her walk out the back door to make her phone call, and you paused for a moment, unsure what to do first. You turned and pulled out your phone. Heading for the door Ms. Lightbody just walked out of, you pulled up your message thread with Lexi.

girl WRU !!!

you were needed like 30 mins ago !!!! 

get here-

You bumped into someone, your phone flying out of your hand before you could send that last one. You would’ve been sent flying backward if the person hadn’t gripped your waist tight to keep you steady.

“Woah, careful.”

You’d know that voice anywhere. Peter. 

“Parker,” you said, backing away quickly. “What are you doing here?” And you don’t mean for it to come out as harsh as it did but…there’s just a lot on your plate right now. 

And it seems he can tell. He bent over to grab your phone, placing it back in your hands. “The lady at the office saw me walking by and asked me to drop these off.” He waved a big bag you hadn’t noticed in his other hand. 

You reached for it, saying, “Oh my god, perfect.” At the same time, he asked, “Are you okay?”

You completely ignored him, taking the bag from his hands. Turning around, you caught Jack walking by at just the right moment. “Jack! Here,” you called him over, “Those supplies you guys were asking for.”

“Sweet, thanks Y/N/N!” He said, leaning in to give you a quick hug. You smile but then quickly shove him away, “Thank J, but you really need to go finish. Like, right now.”

He straightened his posture and saluted you. “Ma’am yes ma’am!” He said, then he turned to Peter, who had been watching the whole exchange, “Sup Parker.” He sent a little head nod towards him, as he started walking away. 

Peter returned it, brows slightly furrowed as he looked between the two of you, “Hey man.” 

You started walking around, trying to count up how many people there were who weren’t a part of the cast or crew. 

One, two, three-

You felt a hand placed on your shoulder and you turned quickly, only to see Peter still hasn’t left. 

You looked at him in disbelief. The nerve of this guy. There’s no way he seriously thinks you’re going to talk about the two of you right now, is there?

“How are you?” He asks again and you’ve never found someone dumber than you did right now. 

“Hello?! Things aren’t going too hot in case you can’t tell, and you aren’t exactly helping right now!”

He nodded, “Okay. What can I do to help?”

You scoffed. “I don’t know, leave. It’s so crowded in here and I have to get all these extra people out. Shit,” you smacked your forehead. “I forgot I have to find Lexi. Fuck! And I have to-.”

“Y/N!” Someone shouted your name for the umpteenth time that night. You turned and met Vanessa, one of the people in charge of makeup. 

“We’re out of setting powder.”

“What?!”

She winces. “I know, I’m so sorry. We thought we had enough but then some of the boys were playing and knocked over-,”

You waved her off, not wanting to hear the rest of it. “Okay, okay. Do none of the other girls have any extra? Is no one willing to lend you some?”

She shook her head. “No! I already asked. I don’t know what to do.”

“I’ll get you some.” Peter stepped in. “Just send me a picture of what it looks like and I’ll be back in ten minutes tops.”

Vanessa gasped, “Dude. You’re a lifesaver. Y/N,” she met your eyes, “your boyfriend is a lifesaver!”

“Oh he’s not-,” you started, but she was already walking away. You turned towards Peter, the disbelief on your face getting stronger every time you looked at him today. 

You started shaking your head, “What on earth are you doing Parker?”

“Helping you.” He said as if it were the easiest thing on earth. He wondered if you were making a conscious effort not to say his first name. 

Your head wouldn’t stop shaking left and right. “What? What do you- I don’t-,”

He cut you off, “And I’m gonna get rid of all the people who don’t belong here too.” He looked around the room before looking down at you. “You, just…take care of yourself Y/N. Don’t stress too much, it’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure you even have the time?”

Shit. 

His face fell and you immediately felt guilt seep into your bones. 

“Peter I’m so-,” 

He cut you off again, his voice quieter this time. “No, that was..that was fair. But I mean it.” He raised his voice, sounding more sure now. “I’m going to help you out.”

He stepped away from you suddenly, leaving you standing with your mouth agape. He walked to the end of the room, stopping right before the door. “Alright, everyone! Listen up,” He clapped his hands together, his voice booming around the room. Everyone quieted down to hear him.

“Unless you had some part in putting all this together, I’m going to need you to follow me out right now. Let everyone do their thing, we don’t need to bother them any more than we already have.”

Everyone was still for a second.

“And,” he continued, “Ms. Lightbody gave me permission to start handing out detentions.”

That got everyone moving. Your brows furrowed as a sea of students started moving through the room and out the door. Ms. Lightbody did no such thing. 

Peter stood to the side, holding the door open. It had come down to the last few people and Peter held back a boy. “You,” he told him, “I’m gonna need you to stay outside this door and make sure no one enters unless they’re part of the cast or crew. We can’t have that happening again.”

“Oh shit. Like a bouncer?” The kid asked eagerly.

Peter stared for a bit before he nodded. “Yeah man, exactly. And listen,” he pointed at you, “if you’re not sure, you ask her, alright?”

The boy turned towards you and you offered him a smile. “Damn! She’s smokin’!” He exclaimed. If you weren’t so busy, you might’ve blushed.

Peter narrowed his eyes, and it seemed like he was considering something before he quickly shook his head. He grabbed the boy by the shoulder and placed him on the outside of the door. 

“Vanessa!” He shouted. “Send me a picture of the powder, I’m going right now.”

“Already sent Pete, thanks!” She shouted back, giving him a thumbs up from where she was standing by the makeup chairs. 

Pete? Why would she call him Pete? She doesn’t know him like that. I used to call him Pete-

You stopped your train of thought. You could not afford to think like that right now.

“Perfect.” He said, he made to move away but his eyes met yours and he froze. “I’m gonna…” he trailed off, feet stuck to the ground as his thumb pointed to the door. 

“Of course,” you nodded quickly. “And Peter,” you stop him before he turns to go, “thank you. So much.” You hoped your voice carried the sincerity you felt.

He smiled at you softly, “Anything for you Y/N/N.”

This time, you did blush. You turned away before he could see you and placed a palm on your forehead. 

“Wow,” a voice said from beside you. Brad. “Didn’t know Parker had that in him.”

“Yeah,” you whispered, “me either.”

“Hey, where’s Lexi?” Someone in the room asked. You felt your heart drop. Lexi. You’d completely forgotten about her after that whole thing with Peter. 

You had a show that needed to start in less than an hour and your star still hadn’t shown up. 

You pulled out your phone again, pulling up her contact. You were about to hit the ‘call’ button but right then, Ms. Lightbody walked in. 

She was holding her phone to her ear, and she was staring straight at you, her face full of dread.

“Lexi can’t make it. She’s got some type of flu, she can’t get out of bed. I am on the phone with her mother right now.”

Your jaw dropped. Chatter broke out everywhere. The kids were panicking, wondering what to do now, now that the lead of the whole show wasn’t going to be here.

Fuck. You should’ve known, yesterday when you saw her. But you were stupid enough to believe it was just lack of sleep. You should’ve figured it out faster so you could’ve planned something. Stupid, stupid, stupid-

“Miss Y/L/N.” You looked up when you heard your name. “She’s asking to speak to you.” Ms. Lightbody holds her phone out for you to take. 

Your eyes widen, “Me?”

She nodded, hand still outstretched toward you. You swallowed and walked your way toward her. You reached for the phone and held it to your ear. The chatter around the room stopped, everyone straining to hear what was going to happen next.

“Hello?”

“It wasn’t the Axe Body Spray.”

You barked out a laugh at the unexpected joke. “Lex! Be serious, what happened.”

“I got sick when I got home from rehearsal yesterday, I’ve been asleep since.” It was then that you heard how different her voice sounded. Nasally and broken, like she’d swallowed a lawn mower. 

“My mom’s only woken me up about twice to drink some medicine,” she continued, breaking into a fit of coughing at the end of her sentence. Yeah, maybe it was a good thing she didn’t come.

“Lex,” you repeated, sounding more desperate this time, “what’re we gonna do?”

“Wait,” someone in the room with you starts, “what about her understudy?”

“There is no understudy, dumbass!” Someone quipped right back. 

“You,” Lexi said. 

“Huh?” You replied. 

“You, Y/N.” She repeated. “You need to do it. You need to play Stephanie. No one else could do it. You know all the lines. You know the whole play.”

You paled. “Be so fucking for real with me right now Lexi Walker.”

“I am.” She said seriously. Or, as seriously as she could sound when she had to cough after every other word she spoke.

People were leaning in now, trying to hear what was going on between the two of you. You ignored them, “Lex, there’s no way. You know I can’t do that.”

“Oh my god!” Someone shouted. Lacy. “Y/N! Y/N can do it!”

You shook your head quickly. “No! I can’t!” You replied to her, the phone still pressed to your ear.

“You have to, Y/N, please, for me. You know how much this means to me. You’re the only person I trust,” Lexi begged

There are shouts from your cast-mates now, encouraging you to take the role when that was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Lex, babe,” you tried to reason, “I didn’t rehearse as much as you did! I don’t know it like you.”

“No,” she agreed, “you know it better. All that time you spent, going over every detail of the set, the costumes, the script. It was for this. Now please, you know you can do it.”

You paused. You didn’t want to, but it was really looking like you had no choice. You looked around at everyone in the room, they all worked so hard, hell, you worked so hard to make this happen. You weren’t gonna let it all be for nothing.

You rubbed your temple with one hand, the other holding the phone up to your ear. “Do you guys really think I can do it?” You looked around at everyone, hoping they’d answer honestly.

A chorus of agreement rang out from the group but Ms. Lightbody stepped in. “Miss Y/L/N,” she started, “I know none of this has been ideal. And I know we’re asking a lot. You didn’t come in today expecting to step onto that stage, but right now, that’s what we need. And I think we would all appreciate your help in these unexpected circumstances.”

You stared at her for a moment. You always wondered why she spoke so formally all the time, maybe one day you’ll ask her.

“Sure, I’m down.” You shrugged and everyone started cheering. 

“Oh good,” Lexi sighed, “cause I need to go throw up right now, so bye. Tell everyone to take lots of photos and videos for me please!”

You winced. “We will Lex, you just work on feeling better. Now go, I love you.”

“Love you too babe.” She replied before hanging up quickly. 

“Alright,” Ms. Lightbody started pushing you to the makeup chairs. “Have a seat Y/N. Girls,” she turned toward the makeup crew. “Get started on her, afterward, take her to hair and then, get her into her costume.”

They all chorused an agreement and started fussing over you. You were one of the last people to get ready, everyone one else having already had their turn. 

With so many people working on you, your makeup was done in no time. Soon, only Vanessa was left and she was powdering your face.

“Peter came back?” You asked her once you realized what she was holding in her hands. 

She nodded. “Yeah, a few minutes ago, but he didn’t come in, left the stuff with the dude outside the door who’s calling himself our ‘bouncer’.”

You nodded, “Oh okay.”

“You’ve got a great boyfriend Y/N, seriously. Not many guys I know would help out like that, no matter…”

You zoned out while she was doing the finishing touches on your face. Not many guys you know either, Peter included. Or at least, the Peter you’d come to find yourself in a relationship with. The old Peter, however, would’ve done anything for you, and you for him. You got a glimpse of him earlier tonight and you wondered what it was that triggered that. 

The few moments of silence gave you time to go over everything that's been happening recently in your head. You’ve had a hectic past few weeks, but especially this last week. With the last few rehearsals, everything with Peter, everything with Spider-Man. Oh…

And then there was him…

There was a moment yesterday. You tried to gaslight yourself into thinking you imagined it but you didn’t. It was real. Until you ruined it.

You’d gone to bed late last night, staying on the roof even after he’d left in case he decided to come back so you could apologize again. You’d felt downright terrible all night. And this morning. 

It was none of your business to ask him to take off his mask. Who the hell did you think you were? There might’ve been something before but there was no way…not after the way he reacted last night. You’d pissed him off. And now you’d lost another friend.

“There you go!” Vanessa said, pulling back from your face and grinning. She held up a mirror for you to take a look. “What do you think? I think it matches Stephanie’s description pretty well, no?”

You gasped, “Oh my god Vanessa, this is exactly how I pictured her! When all this is over you have to teach me how to do my eyeliner like this.”

“Deal.” She grinned.

Suddenly, Ms. Lightbody walked by. “Who is that child standing outside the door?” She asked. Vanessa shot you a look and you subtly shook your head at her, and at anyone who turned towards you. 

No one answered her. “He asked me for my ID?!” You choked back a laugh. “He doesn’t even go here!” She continued. Everyone successfully avoided her, playing busy with whatever task they had in front of them. Vanessa kept brushing over your face with a clean brush while you both fought back smiles.

“Y/N!” Ms. Lightbody called. You shot out of your chair and approached her. “Yes ma’am?”

“Is your makeup all done?” You nodded while she examined your face. “Very well, head over to hair, we need everyone ready soon! Curtain opens in 15!”

That last one was directed at everybody and you could feel the shift in the atmosphere. If everyone wasn’t working before, they were now. 

You headed over to hair and let one of the people there pin it up for you. After that, you were held into your costume, your friends pulling on layer after layer before finally, you were completely ready. 

You looked in the mirror. “I look I came out a Jane Austen novel,” you murmured. 

Lacy, who stood beside you, laughed. “And it suits you! You look beautiful Y/N, stunningly classic. Very vintage.” She nodded in approval. 

You turned towards her and smiled, “Thank you, Lace.” You sucked in a breath and ran your hand down the hem of your costume. “I’m nervous,” you admitted shyly. 

“Don’t be,” she replied, voice soft. “Hey, if you could pull off that scavenger hunt, this should be a piece of cake.” She smirked wickedly at you. 

You laughed, “Actually, you’re right.”

“I always am.” she shrugged

“SHOWTIME EVERYONE, GET IN YOUR PLACES!” Ms. Lightbody’s voice boomed across the whole backstage. 

You both looked at each other. “Break a leg.” She grinned at you. 

You grinned right back. You could handle this. 

The anxiety from before had mostly worn off. Now, all you felt were nervous jitters and even a little excitement. Everyone was right, you knew everything about this play like the back of your hand, and you were looking forward to being out there with people you’d come to think of as friends. 

You got into place, standing beside Brad and some of your other cast-mates who were going to be in this first scene with you.

“Hey,” he said, voice low and he looked down at you with a large smile on his face. 

“Hi,” you replied, smiling right back. 

“Don’t think I got the chance to tell you, but I’m really happy you’re doing this.”

“Yeah, I think I am too.”

“Curtain warmers on?” Ms. Lightbody spoke into a little headset. “Perfect. And…action!”

The lights blinded you for a second, once the curtain opened, and you had to stop yourself from turning your face away. In the beat you had before the scene came to life, you chanced a glance at the crowd. You really wished you hadn’t. 

Peter Parker was sitting front row. 

As quickly as you looked, you averted your gaze, but not before you noticed a few things. Beside him sat Ned, and in the row behind them, right behind Ned’s chair, sat MJ. And all three of them had their mouths hanging open. You had to fight down the heat threatening to rise to your face. 

You never told them, hell, you didn’t even know. What were they gonna think? There was no way you could pull this off, you were all fooling yourselves, everyone was wrong and-

The first line was delivered, and it all came to life. 

You were panting, running backstage. There was a small intermission at the moment, and you had just changed your outfit, from the simple gown you were adorning, to a bigger one. This one was more detailed and more eye-catching. It was supposed to be special because it was meant for the last scene of the whole play. The confession. Your kiss with Brad.

In the heat of the moment, you’d forgotten that specific detail. And as you sat down in the makeup chair again and one of the girls reapplied your lipstick, it was all you could think about. 

You had to kiss Brad. And Peter would be sitting front row watching the whole thing. 

That shouldn’t matter. First of all, it was all part of an act. Even if you were still with Peter, (which you weren’t. You had to keep reminding yourself of that little detail) it wouldn’t have mattered because you were doing it for the play. A play you weren’t even planning on being a part of, acting-wise, of course. 

And then there was Spider-Man. If there was anyone you had to be kissing right now, you wished it was him. But there was no chance of that happening after last night. You wondered how he was feeling right now. He’d probably tell you to relax and stop stressing yourself out. 

The thought made you take in a breath through your mouth, and slowly exhale from your nose. Just like he’d taught you. You felt yourself relax and, not for the first time that night, you decided that you needed to just get through tonight. And then you could worry about everything else. 

The girl helping you with your makeup (you didn’t recognize her, but appreciated the help nonetheless) pulled away and smiled. “Alright, I think you’re good to go.” 

“Thank you.” You smiled back and stood from your chair.

Ms. Lightbody approached you, placing a hand on your shoulder, “Come on, Miss Y/L/N. We need to get you in place.”

You nodded as she led you to the wing on the side of the stage, the curtains were still down, and by the time they opened again, you would be standing on the makeshift balcony (built by the props team), soon to be joined by Brad. 

You went to approach the steps of the balcony when you felt her hold you back.

“I wanted to thank you again Y/N. I know we were all planning on Miss Walker doing all this but honestly…I couldn’t be prouder.”

Your heart warmed at her confession. You were upset you didn’t get to see Lexi shine like you’d been planning but you hoped you’d do her proud. You were glad to know you did Ms. Lightbody proud. 

Without saying a word, you throw your arms around her in a warm embrace. She quickly reciprocated. 

“I know we’ve all given you a hard time these past few weeks, and we don’t say it enough but we appreciate you. All of us.”

You both pulled back and her eyes were full of emotion. “Thank you Y/N, truly. Now go, I’ll get Mr. Davis ready.”

You nodded and stepped onto the set, positioning yourself at the end of the balcony. The balcony protruded from the side of the stage and covered a quarter of it. The backdrop you’d been appreciating just yesterday now stood to your side. You saw parts of it glitter from the light leaking in from backstage and you stifled a laugh.

Soon, the curtain opened. You’d grown used to the lights by now, welcoming their glow over your face. You gripped the railing and played broken-hearted, right now, Stephanie and Gabriel had just had a falling out during a ball and you had run out onto the balcony to get some air. 

“Stephanie.” Brad approached behind you, and you turned around in fake shock.

The hardest part about acting, you’d come to find, was keeping a serious face and not laughing at yourself or your partner.

“Leave me be, Gabriel.” You waved a hand at him, turning away. 

He caught your arm and held it gently between the two of you, standing so close, you were trapped between the railing and him.

“I can’t,” he said, his voice strangled. He looked down at you, face so pained, you almost believed him. 

And so it began, the two of you going back and forth, delivering your lines, monologues about your feelings for each other, and how nothing in the world mattered except holding the other person, even for a moment. 

Brad was finishing up, he was pacing back and forth in front of you while you listened intently.

“…And all this, because I love you.” He stopped in front of you now, hands coming up to cup your face. You did your best to get your expression to convey the love you (or Stephanie) were supposed to be feeling and then it happened. 

Brad leaned, crashing his lips onto yours. You throw your arms around him, meeting him just as eagerly, and tried your best not to think about all the people currently watching suck each other’s faces off. One of his hands traveled down to your waist while the other moved from your cheek to hold the back of your head as he dipped you. Cheers broke out across the crowd. 

You two stayed locked together like that for a few moments as the curtains closed, and then you broke apart. You were both panting, faces flushed, but you didn’t have time to think about what just happened. You and Brad had started moving off the balcony and onto the actual stage itself, the other members of the cast and crew joining you to take the final bow. 

You all lined up across the stage, hands interlocked. With you and Brad in the middle, the curtains opened. You could still hear the applause before, but now, it got even louder and you couldn’t help the big smile that overtook your face. People were whistling, and clapping, someone was even throwing roses. You all took a bow together, and rose together, throwing your interlocked hands in the air. 

Your body was buzzing with adrenaline. It was over, you’d actually done it. You could see Ms. Lightbody standing to the side, gleaming with pride at you all. 

Soon, you all let go of each other and started embracing and exchanging congratulations. Brad turned toward you and pulled you into a tight hug, lifting you up a little. You laughed, holding onto him just as tight. The applause seemed never-ending, even as you all started walking off stage. 

Now backstage, there was a buzz in the air. Not the same as a couple hours ago, which had been anxiety and nerves. This was triumph, pride, and adrenaline. 

“Alright everyone,” Ms. Lightbody approached the center of the room once everyone had reconvened. “We’ve finally finished. And it was a hit.”

That caused everyone to start whooping and shouting. She rolled her eyes but even she couldn’t hide the smile creeping onto her face. 

She held up a hand, “Okay. I just wanted to let you all know, how proud I am of each and every single one of you. You all worked so hard to make this happen and you worked through every problem that came your way.” She gave you a pointed look and the cheers started up again. 

You hid your face in your hands as your friends pulled you into side hugs. “And I just wanted to say,” she continued. “We’ve all had a long night. Leave the cleaning for another day, everyone, go celebrate!”

She waved her hands and everyone started cheering again, moving as one to the back door to meet up with their friends and family. 

As soon as you entered the hall you were bombarded by thanks and praises from your friends. You thanked them and threw their compliments right back at them, saying that this whole thing was a group effort. 

You were flying from one group to another, everyone shouting your name. You were currently with Noah, Jack, and Lacy, telling them how good a job they did on the sets when you heard your name being shouted out again.

You turned around and saw MJ. Grinning, you excused yourself from the group and charged at her, pulling her into a hug without giving her any time to protest. To your surprise, she pulled you in just as tight. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She mumbled into your hair. 

“Oh my god,” you started, “MJ it was insane. It all happened so fast, that Lexi got sick, so she didn’t show up! And I knew all the lines and stuff so I had to step in cause no one thought of casting an understudy and-,”

You pulled back from the hug but kept your hands on her shoulders. “Oh my god, what did you think? Was it bad? You can tell me -,”

“No! No way, holy shit Y/N, it was so good!” 

“Seriously?” you smiled at her. “What happened to the whole ‘school productions are so cringe’ mindset?”

“That was before her best friend was starring in one,” said Ned. You hadn’t realized he was standing beside you two, with Peter beside him.

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” He continued. “The show was amazing. And you popping up on stage was a fun surprise.”

You grinned at him. “Thank you, Ned! I’m so happy you all made it.” You looked at Peter and offered him a small smile. He’d really helped you out today, and the fact that he’d made it to the actual show, and stuck it out till the end, meant a lot as well. 

“Oh of course we made it!” Ned cut it, putting your attention back on him. “Petey here wouldn’t shut up about it. Went out and bought you flowers and everything.”

Your mouth fell open at his words, and for the first time, you noticed the large bouquet in Peter’s arms. You saw Peter nudge his friend hard and Ned winced before his face lit up in understanding. He grabbed MJ by the hand (which she quickly yanked back from him) and said, “Ok, well we’re gonna go talk to someone else. Congrats Y/N!” But you didn’t have a chance to reply before he was scurrying off, MJ with him. 

You stared at them for a bit before turning all your attention to Peter. He cleared his throat before saying, “Hey.”

“Hi.”

“These are for you,” he said, holding out the bouquet of fresh flowers. You accepted them from him and brought them up to your nose, taking in a whiff of the sweet scent. 

“My favorite.” You whispered, fingers lightly tracing the petals. 

He nodded. “Yeah, um, I saw them and I thought you might like them. Especially with everything, you know,” he gestured vaguely, “thought you’d like some flowers.”

Your heart warmed at the thought that he saw your favorite flowers while he was out and thought of you. “Thank you, really. But you didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to.” He admitted. 

You looked around, unable to meet his eyes. You focused on the floor, “Well thanks Parker, that was really sweet of you.”

He sighed, “Y/N please, I don’t want to-,”

But he got cut off by someone shouting your name. “Y/N!” Brad approaches you two. He looked Peter up and down before turning to you, “Hey, so the whole cast and stuff is going out for ice cream in our costumes, thought it’d be fun. Wanna join?”

Your face lit up, “Of course!” 

He grinned right back at you. “Great. Come on, they’re leaving now.

You turned towards Peter, whose expression looked harder than before. “Listen, thank you so much for your help today, it means a lot. And thank you for the flowers.”

He nodded but his attention was on Brad. He finally turned toward you, his expression notably softening, “Like I said before, anything for you Y/N/N.”

You stayed there for a bit, caught in his eyes, unable to look away. It isn’t until Brad places a hand on your shoulder that you realize you’ve been staring.

“Ready to go?” He asked. You nodded and turned to leave. As you were walking out the door, you turned to look over your shoulder. You weren’t even sure why, but as you did, you caught Peter already staring. You sent him a little wave and he returned it before turning and walking away himself, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

You walked to the ice cream shop with the others, still holding your flowers. And after everything that happened today, all you could think about was Peter. 

You had a blast. The ice cream shop was packed with a bunch of high school kids in old-timesy clothing, laughing and joking with each other. 

Brad had paid for your ice cream, despite your multiple refusals, claiming that they all owed you for stepping in and saving their asses.

“Consider it a thank you for that great kiss earlier.” He winked before walking off. 

That had gotten you to shut up. 

You all sat at tables surrounding each other, even pushing some together. You ate your ice cream in peace, joining the conversation every now and then to make a joke. 

Someone had gotten Lexi on the phone and you all said hello. She congratulated you and you thanked her, letting her know you thought it should’ve been her on that stage instead. She made some joke about ‘if you wanted the whole front row to be covered in vomit, then I totally should’ve been there, you’re right.’ And you all laughed.  

You had noticed Jack and Lacy moved to their own spot across the store. They were laughing together with Jack’s arm around her cocooning them from the world. It seemed they had finally gotten together and you couldn’t be more happy for them.

For some reason, the only thing on your mind was Spider-Man. It was silly but all you could think about was finding a way to make things right with him. It sucked that you had no way to reach him, but you’d decided to wait on the roof tonight, hoping he’d see you while swinging and stop by. Even if he left right after you apologized, you wouldn’t mind. You just wanted to see him. 

You realized how late it was getting, and that it was usually now when you met up with him. So you'd asked Martha, (her mom helped with costumes, but she worked on the props) for a ride back since she had a car and lived in an apartment building near yours. 

She quickly agreed, claiming she was ready to go too, but she had to walk back to the school to grab her car. 

So you’d waited, but you couldn’t fight off your anxiety. Your leg kept bouncing up and down. You stayed like that for a while before Brad put a hand on your knee, stopping the action.

“You alright,” he asked, some sort of half-smile on his face. You looked at him then and thought, I can see why people like you Brad. He was kind, he was funny, he was fairly handsome, pretty popular too. And yet all you could think about was heading back home and waiting for someone you didn’t even really know. 

You nodded, “Yeah, I’m just waiting for Martha to pull up.”

“I could walk you home if you wanted.” He offered. 

You smiled but shook your head, “No, but thank you, I’m kind of in a rush.”

“Everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine.” You assured him. “Just…tired.”

“Yeah,” he nodded at you. “I get that. But hey.”

You looked up at him expectantly. 

“Before you go there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

Your eyes shot open. “Oh?” You said, and it felt oddly reminiscent of that moment the two of you shared in the hall. 

“Yeah. Would you wanna go out with me sometime?”

“Like a date?” You blurted out. Like an idiot, you thought. You knew it was coming and yet you’re acting like he just told you he was Taylor Swift. 

He smiled at you and nodded, “Yeah, like a date.”

Oh Martha, where are you?

You were silent for a few seconds before you cleared your throat. There was no crawling away this time, no Peter running to interrupt. You had to face this. 

“I really like you Brad but…I can’t out with you.”

His expression fell a little, but he didn’t look surprised. “It’s Parker, isn’t it?”

You were taken aback. “Huh?”

He nodded his head towards and flowers lying in your lap, “Parker. I saw you two today. When he was helping before the show, that was all for you. He sat front row before he even knew you were going to be on that stage.”

You blew out a breath and ran a hand through your hair, which you’d taken out of its updo. “I don’t know.” You told him honestly. “I don’t know and that’s the problem. Things are still really weird between me and him, and going out with you? That wouldn’t be fair to me or you.” And the other person you couldn’t wait to see.

He nodded again, understanding coating his features. “I get that, but hey,” he smiled at you, “we’re still friends right?”

You grinned wide, relief flowing through you. The last thing you’d wanted to do was hurt his feelings and you were so glad he was taking this so well. 

“Of course we are,” you replied honestly. Right then, your phone started ringing and you stood up to answer. Martha was outside waiting for you.

You walked back to your table, saying your goodbyes to everyone. You were pulled into hugs and thanked a few more times. You really wanted to take your time but you couldn’t stop the part of you that wanted to rush home and sprint onto the rooftop. 

As soon as you were out the door you were sprinting to the car. You spent the whole ride anxiously fiddling with the bouquet of flowers from Peter. 

You barely thanked her as you stepped out the door, closing it and waving goodbye as she pulled away. 

You rushed straight up the stairs, wasting no minute. You felt hopeful, for the first time in a long time. You were going to make sure he knew you were sorry, make sure the two of you remained friends. 

You stepped onto the roof, the wind blowing around you. Only then did you realize you were still in your costume. That didn’t matter though, you didn’t want to risk going down to change. And you were sure that if he did stop by tonight, he would love to hear about the crazy day you had. 

You stepped close to the ledge, setting the bouquet down by your feet and you leaned over slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of the hero you’d come to think of as a friend. 

A weird sense of familiarity washed over you, and you realized, this was exactly what you’d been doing a few hours ago. Standing on that makeshift balcony, waiting for your lover to come so you could make amends. Except, this wasn’t a fake balcony, and there was no way you and Spider-Man were lovers, barely friends at best. But still, there was something familiar there.

You waited. And waited. Just when you were starting to give up hope, you heard the small thwip you’d come to realize signaled his arrival. Soon after, you heard a pair of feet land in the middle of your rooftop. 

You turned toward him, heart racing. For a moment neither of you said anything, just stared at each other, but you quickly decided you needed to get your words out before he left again like last night.

“I am so sorry. I’ve been so worried since last night that I upset you and I can't stand it, please would you-,”

Oh….oh.

Before you could even inhale to get your next word out, he was walking towards you, ripping his mask off, gripping your face, and pulling you into a deep kiss.

You didn’t even get to see him but that was the last thought on your mind. He was kissing you. And it was perfect. Your hands flew up to his hair, and you tugged slightly, making him kiss you even harder.

His mouth moved against yours like he’d been waiting his whole life to do this, and couldn’t believe he finally got the chance. You met him just as eagerly, for each kiss, trying to memorize the feeling of his lips on yours.

Something about this, all of it, felt so, so familiar. But every time you made to pull away, his lips chased yours and you couldn’t help but give in. 

Soon enough you both pulled away to catch your breaths, eyes still shut as you leaned into each other, foreheads touching. You enjoyed the moment for a bit, and then you opened your eyes, about to make a joke about how that was an interesting way to accept an apology.

You gasped out loud, hands flying up to cover your mouth as you stumbled backward. 

“Oh my god,” you whispered. “Oh my god.”

“Y/N/N, I’m so sorry,” he says. Peter says. Because it’s Peter standing in front of you right now and he didn’t seem to be the least bit taken aback by your reaction.

You’re unsure what to say to him, your head is reeling and you can't breathe. 

“Oh my god,” you repeated, your voice barely a breath. 

“Y/N, please, please let me explain.” He stepped toward you and reached out a hand. 

You shook your head so quick, that you thought you might give yourself whiplash. “No. This,” you pointed at him, “is so sick, Peter.” Your voice broke at the end and you tried to fight back the tears that were already burning in your eyes. 

His eyes widened. “Y/N I promise you, it’s not what you think-,”

“What do you think I think Peter?” You asked him, voice full of exasperation. “Because I think, you lied to me. I think, you played me for a fool. I think, you’re sick and twisted for sitting here with me every night and playing friends with me. Asking me about my day, pretending to care. Fuck, asking me about my ex. Continuously,

“I think,” you continued, tears flowing freely now, voice shaky and weak, but still conveying your anger. “I think you got me to trust you, again. Just so you could stomp all over every bit of me, again!”

“It’s not like that Y/N, it was never like that. Please, believe me, sweetheart. Please don’t cry.” He begged, looking like it was taking every muscle in his body to hold himself back from pulling you in again. 

“Why should I believe you?” You snapped at him. It was hard for him to believe that, just a minute ago, he was holding you again. Kissing you like nothing else in the world mattered. He’d give anything to have that back.

“Because every moment we had out here was real! Every concern, every question. I was never playing pretend, I just, ugh!” He groaned out loud, dropping his head in his hands, and tugging his hair tightly before looking up at you again. “I fucked up Y/N,” his voice is watery, and because you can’t undo the time you spent together, as Peter and as Spider-Man, you can’t help the strong impulses you feel to hold him tight. But you stand your ground and wait for him to continue.

“First when I didn’t tell you about this,” he said gesturing towards his suit. “Which has its own reasons. And then again, when I bailed on you all those times, which was because of this. And again when I let you walk away from me that night at school. I should’ve fought for you, I should’ve shown up more, I should’ve shown up every time and never given you any reason to not trust me,

“But I didn’t. And you called things off… And at that moment, all I could think was you, walking down the streets of New York, crying, and distracted.” He shuddered and your heart fell. You’d never thought of it like that. “You don’t know the things I’ve seen,” he said, looking up at you, eyes red and face flushed. 

“So I thought I’d just walk you home, make sure you got there safely, and then I’d start staying away. But it was you,” his voice broke. “And you were so upset and all I could think was that it’s my fault and I hated myself. So when you invited me to hang out on the roof with you, I thought I’d show up, try to cheer you up a little,

“And you made me tea, that night,” he laughed softly. “I don’t think you even realized, but you made it the way I always drink my tea. My favorite.” Your mouth fell open a little when you realized you had, in fact, made his favorite tea that night. He’d told you during a late-night conversation before you two had started dating, and ever since, it was the only tea you drank. 

“So I had to stay,” he continued. “And then we started talking, and you were joking, and telling me things I had no idea about. And I never wanted to leave,” he admitted softly. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked him, pointing at his mask on the floor, voice raspy from the tears still clogged in your throat. “When we were still together? I’ll bet that's why you were always bailing, isn’t it?”

He looked down and nodded. “It is. Or was. I wanted to,” he looked up at you suddenly, his face so sincere, that you could feel the desperation in his next words. “God Y/N, you have no idea how many times I almost did. But I stopped myself every time because the risks of you knowing were too high.”

“Risks?” You asked confused.

He nodded, “I’ve met a lot of people. Bad people. And if the one catches wind of this, of you? If someone ever tried something, I’d never forgive myself.” He looked away shaking his head.

“So no one knows?”

He shook his head again. “Only Ned and May.”

“Ned knows?” You knew they were best friends, but really?

“It's not like that, no.” He waved his hand. “He found out by accident. He was waiting in my room one day, and I crawled in through the window ‘cause I didn’t see him.”

You huff out a breath from your nose. That was so Peter. You’d bet money that May found out in some similar situation.

“Wait,” you started, “if we went through all of that, and you still didn’t tell me, why tell me now?”

“Because I can’t stand to be away from you any longer.” His voice sounded broken, like he’d been dying to get that off his chest.

He stepped closer again, and you didn’t push him away this time, much to his surprise. He doesn’t stop until he’s standing right in front of you.

“I’ll protect you from anything or anyone that may come your way. I’d do anything for you sweetheart,” he repeated his words from earlier and you felt something grow in your chest. One of his hands came up to cup your cheek, the other, moving to your waist. Your hands rose up to lay on his chest. 

“God, you have no idea how much it was killing me to sit beside you all those nights and not be able to touch you.” He whispered, staring straight into your eyes. 

You met his gaze. You believed him, every word. You’d known Peter for years, you knew when he was lying to you, which was part of why you broke up with him. You knew he was lying to you, or holding something back from you, you just didn’t know what. But you still had a few more questions. 

“Last night. Why did you run off? Why didn’t you just tell me then?”

“Because I was a coward,” he admitted, expression sad. “I was enjoying it all too much, I wasn’t ready to ruin it yet. I still couldn’t believe I found a way to still talk to you, and you were asking to see me,” he blew out a breath.

Yeah, obviously that didn’t initially start well. 

You nodded. “And when you kept asking me about you. About my ex and how I felt about him, why?” That part still had you confused

He looked up, closing his eyes, “I won’t lie to you sweetheart, that was just me being a dumbass. That was complete selfishness and…,”

He trailed off. “And what?” You questioned him. There was some unspoken thing you two were doing right now, that you could ask anything, and he’d answered honestly. It was the least he could do. 

“And jealously,” he finished quietly, looking down at the ground.

“Jealousy?” You repeated, still confused. “But who would you be jealous of…oh.”

And it was then that you realized how you’d talked about Brad to Spider-Man (before you knew who he was of course), and how, right after, when he’d asked about Peter, you’d said something about just trying to forget the whole thing. You had to hold back a laugh when you remembered all that. Poor guy must’ve been going insane. 

He nodded. “You kept talking about that Brad guy and talking about trying to get over me. And I hated that you seemed to be getting over me so quick. Like I said, completely selfish. I'm sorry.”

“No,” you shook your head, “that makes sense actually. But seriously Peter..” You trailed off, shaking your head again.

Worry crept onto his features, “I know I messed up Y/N/N, big time, but I’m willing to do anything-,”

“You really thought I was into Brad?” You asked, wrinkling your nose up at him. 

He let out a breath of relief, before laughing a little. God, he was so happy you were joking with him. 

He leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours, “I’m sorry sweetheart.”

“You’re forgiven,” you told him, the sincerity in your tone impossible to miss, and he knew you were talking about more than the crazy jealousy. 

He looked down into your eyes, his gaze so intense you almost went to look away. “I’m the luckiest man alive,” he whispered, his voice so low, you wondered if he even meant to say it out loud.

His eyes flickered down to your lips, and you took that as your cue. You leaned in, closing the gap between you. He kissed you back instantly. It was softer than the one earlier, but way more meaningful. Every press of his lips on yours felt like repairing something. Mending whatever it was that had broken between the two of you.

You pulled away first because you knew he wouldn’t, but he didn’t let you get far. He started planting kisses all over your face.

"Have I told you," Kiss. "How beautiful," Kiss. "I think you look tonight? And every night."

You laughed, face heating up at his compliments. "Thank you, Petey."

"I love it when you call me that." He said, grinning like a lovesick idiot. He leaned in and kissed your cheek one more time before he pulled away again. 

"I didn't like it." He said, a frown on his face.

"Didn't like what babe?" You asked, tilting your head up at him while your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He let out a sigh, "The breakup. Being broken up. Not talking to you, as me, I mean. Not as Spider-Man. And I sure as hell didn't like seeing some other guy make out with my girl in front of everyone."

You laughed and you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach when he called you his girl. "Well don't worry," you told him, moving your hands to cup his face. "We're not doing that again, not if we can help it."

You leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips, before pulling away, which made him whine. 

 He moved his hands to your shoulder as he buried his face in your neck, breathing in your scent. 

“You drive me crazy, sweetheart.” He said, voice muffled by your skin. 

You giggled, “You drive me crazier, Peter Parker.”

‘crazier’ taglist: @coralineyouareinterribledanger @666yourmomdotcom

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[daosies]

the only exception

alhaitham doesn't feel particularly attached towards many things.

one thing he does seem to feel very strongly about, however, is you.

alhaitham ♡ gn!reader

warnings: reader is not traveler, lovesick alhaitham

note: i woke up one day and was suddenly feeling romantical for alhaitham...

"you want to know what alhaitham likes?" kaveh asks, disbelieving.

"yeah!" paimon exclaims. "paimon needs all the details. like, what does he do outside of work, since he's so eager to get away?"

kaveh shivers at the thought. "well, he goes to read some books i guess. i don't really know what he does."

"you're his roommate!" paimon yells, upset. "how could you not know?!"

"hey, i have things to do! i'm in high demand, okay?" kaveh retorts, flailing his hands around for emphasis in a futile attempt to defend himself. in a fit of desperation, he stands up, a determined expression on his face as he glances around the cafe.

he sits back down, with a newfound resolve, once he realizes that alhaitham is nowhere to be seen.

"fine, i'll tell you what he does. but you can't tell anyone, okay? he'll get super mad at me. and i'm sick and tired of him when he's mad! especially when it's about—"

kaveh pauses midsentence, his mouth hanging agape as the color drains from his face. his lips begin to tremble a little, his hands becoming clammy as he wipes them against the side of his pants.

"u-uh, well," he trails off, averting his gaze from the traveler who leans slightly over the desk. "s-so, w-what i was saying was..."

"hm," a new voice interjects. lumine glances up, noticing alhaitham, in all of his glory. she scrutinizes him intensely, observing the way he crosses his arms, a scowl forming on his face as he glares at the architect with disdain.

his hair looks neater, she notes. usually, alhaitham's hair is messy—he once told her that he doesn't have the need to maintain it properly.

today, however, pearl strands are tucked neatly around his face, framing his pale skin in a way that resembles a sculpture. today, alhaitham looks otherworldly—not necessarily because of his unusual appearance, but rather, the way he looks over his shoulder, his monotone expression suddenly blossoming with color.

when alhaitham looks at you, it's as if there are stars racing across his eyes. his lily green eyes are fixated on you, reflecting your silhouette in their irises with a certain familiarity, a certain adoration. the frown on his lips begins to give way, revealing a dreamy, almost luminous look.

"[name],"—oh, and when he says your name, his voice drops to a gentle, soothing timbre—"let's go somewhere else."

lumine thinks that alhaitham looks unlike himself. because what she knows of him is a calculating, logical grand sage who would rather forfeit the world than have to work another day in his life. she knows him as someone who cares only for himself, not because he's selfish, or because he's egoistical, but because in this dog-eat-dog world, that's the only way to survive.

but when he looks at you, alhaitham's expression melts. all sense of logic evades him, because despite his existence revolving around rationality and consistency, he looks as if he's overwhelmed by a foreign emotion. a warm emotion. alhaitham, with you, looks as if he's going beyond himself, beyond everything.

(in this dog-eat-dog world, alhaitham thinks that caring for others is futile. he thinks that, in the midst of it all, the only thing he can account for is himself.)

(when he's with you, however, that changes.)

because the way he leans in towards you, and the way he speaks to you—in a soft, tender tone—is above him. suddenly, his limited world expands, and colors begin to glimmer with a revitalized hue. alhaitham's world, which was once walked and occupied only by himself, grows a little. it makes way for two.

his hand rests gently on your shoulder, finding familiarity in the feeling.

lumine knows that something is up, that something in you—or something about you—changes the way he behaves. because the alhaitham she knows would never initiate physical contact with anyone.

but the alhaitham you create, the alhaitham that exists in your mere presence, is someone else. the alhaitham that calls your name speaks to you in a voice that has no resemblance to the blunt tone he usually takes. the alhaitham that looks at you, the alhaitham that perceives you is unlike the one that lumine knows.

because in your presence, she thinks that alhaitham resembles a lover. he emanates you, radiating and glowing and prevailing like a wild light, stretching far across the limitless sky and fragmenting just to catch a wisp of your gaze.

(or a breath, or a fraction of your colossal existence. anything will do.)

"what's wrong with this place, though?" you ask, brushing your hand against his. lumine notices this. she glances at the sage, who doesn't seem to mind the contact. if anything, he leans even more towards you, as if your touch had seized a star.

"yeah, that's right!" paimon interjects. "what's wrong with this place, huh?!"

alhaitham, who doesn't even bother to spare the floating fairy a glance, opts to observe your expression, pausing for but a moment to decide what answer would please you the most.

lumine never thought alhaitham would consider someone's feelings before responding. seeing this, however, she supposes that there's a first for everything.

"nothing," he states firmly.

"all of your friends are here too, alhaitham!" you say, gesturing towards kaveh (who is in the midst of an out-of-body experience) and lumine.

"nice to meet you," lumine introduces herself kindly, "[name], right?"

"yeah!" suddenly, you pull a notebook out from your pocket, ushering it towards the traveler as you offer her a pen.

"can i get your autograph?" you ask, though it seems more like a demand.

"hey, how come you never ask for mine?" kaveh questions, suddenly coming back to life. he's silenced as soon as alhaitham glares at him. when the sage's gaze returns to you, however, that look of momentary fury dissipates; he finds comfort in your existence, his spot in the universe etched perfectly by your side.

"i need autographs that can sell," you reply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"plenty of people would buy my autographs!" kaveh exclaims, hurt. "what do you mean they need to sell, anyway? isn't just having my autograph enough?"

"things without immediate or material value are useless," alhaitham states.

"hah! don't say that when you're so obviously—" kaveh is cut off by alhaitham's death-glare. the architect, resigned to his fate, sits quietly in his seat, his back straightened perfectly as he folds his hands on his lap.

"so obviously...?" paimon echoes, tilting her head. lumine sighs in exasperation while you're cradling the traveler's autograph in your arms, fantasies beginning to materialize all around you.

i could sell this for one million mora. no, two million mora, you think, staring at the flimsy piece of paper. and then i could buy a huge mansion in the middle of the city and—

alhaitham flicks your forehead gently, an unreadable expression painting his features.

"nobody's going to buy that for two million," he remarks. your mouth hangs slightly agape.

"how do you know that?"

he shrugs.

lumine observes the sage under the warm cafe lights. he cradles your image in the center of his eyes, the beholder of what is most beautiful. alhaitham stares at you, taking your figure and slipping it away into his irises, imprinting it into his mind, letting it coexist with him for eternity.

when he stares at you, lumine thinks he's about to melt away into the warmth of the lanterns, the warmth of your existence. when he stares at you—which alhaitham often does—he sheds his tiny world and metamorphosizes into a lover, completely void of all the logic and rationale he lives his life by.

he says things without immediate or material value are useless, lumine thinks, but look at him.

you tuck the traveler's autograph into your pocket, and alhaitham rests his hand on your lower back, as if it were made to be there. when you bid her and kaveh a friendly farewell, alhaitham doesn't even care to spare either of them a glance, his gaze belonging wholly to you.

and when you tell kaveh that you'll get his autograph later, alhaitham scowls. he doesn't say anything to you, but the look he sends towards the architect is enough to suppress any ideas the blonde might be getting.

and when you leave, alhaitham trails after you, yearning. lumine never thought that alhaitham would willingly take his headphones off in public, much less follow after someone with such determination. when you walk, alhaitham is intent on matching your strides, desperate to exist in the same scale as you, the same life as you.

"alhaitham was acting really weird just now..." paimon mumbles, scratching her head. "he had a weird look. like, he wasn't as mad as usual!"

kaveh shivers. "don't say that. if anything, i think he's madder than usual. well, i guess that's what love does to someone."

"what?!" paimon yells.

"ugh, don't make me go in-depth. he's so embarrassing, that guy! how could he act like that and still not confess anything to [name]? also, [name] is way too good for a guy like him. i hope they reject him once he does confess," kaveh rants, waving his hand dismissively.

"alhaitham likes [name]?!" paimon repeats, as if it weren't obvious enough.

"oh, not just like. he loves them. end of story. let's talk about something fun," kaveh replies.

"no, no!" paimon stomps the air. "we need to know more about this now!"

lumine, albeit quiet, nods alongside the floating fairy. kaveh groans.

"you guys wouldn't get it... alhaitham like this isn't anything cool. if anything, he's even worse. to everyone except [name], of course."

"is he going to confess?" paimon asks. "how long has he liked [name]?"

"eventually, maybe. but he's a puny guy and he's afraid of rejection, and he can't tell if [name] likes him back. he's got all those brains for nothing," kaveh says, "and he's liked them for a while. since the akademiya, maybe...?"

"what do you mean maybe?!"

"i told you, i'm in high demand! i have better things to do than to worry about alhaitham's love life!"

"alhaitham's love life?" a bystander suddenly echoes. kaveh stiffens up immediately, his vermilion eyes growing wide with fear and shock.

"oh, yeah," lumine quickly interjects, "his love life with the books."

"haha, of course!" the bystander exclaims, believing the traveler without a second thought. "how is it possible for the acting grand sage to be any other way? he is wedded to those books, indeed!"

kaveh, lumine, and paimon all exchange knowing glances.

clearly they haven't seen alhaitham with you yet.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham #alhaitham x you #alhaitham x y/n #al haitham #al haitham x reader

[princessbunnib]

Make It Up To You

Simon 'GHOST' Riley |Cod/Mw2|

Summary: You start an argument with Simon out of Insecurity that soon gets heated. Now making the two of you apologize and have makeup sex with pent up emotions.

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut MDNI, Argument To Angst To Comfort To Sex, Makeup Sex, Rough Sex, Doggystyle, CreamPie, Heavily Pleasure Dom Simon, Sub Reader, Dry Humping, Heavy Praising, Vaginal Sex, Rough Penetration, 69, Talk Of Impregnation, Talk Of Marriage, Mating Press, CowGirl, Breeding Kink, Confession Of Insecurity, Simon Calling Reader 'Mommy' Near End, A Lot Of 'I Love You's' Mixed In With 'I Hate You's, Fluff At End.

Author's Note: It's honestly alarming on how many times I add breeding kinks into whatever I write for Simon. I'll have to make an ABC headcanon list to explain myself.😟

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"I'm not yelling at you I'm just trying to get my point across!"

"You know when you feel vibration in your voice when you raise it!? It happens when you do this thing called fucking yelling Simon!"

"Like oh my god! Ever since you started working more and not spending time at home you've been way harder to read lately! It's like I'm in this relationship on my own!"

"Oh really!? You want to turn this on me and complain about my schedule!? You don't seem to be complaining when I take you to expensive restaurants and let you go shopping on my fucking dime! You're so spoiled and I don't know why I keep feeding into it!"

"Don't you dare pull that card! When have I EVER asked you to buy me all of that bullshit! And besides, all of it barely matters when my fucking boyfriend is too busy to even send me a text to say hello! It takes two seconds you asshole!"

"I'm literally so god damn tired of whatever this is! You're so selfish!"

"Alright so if you're so tired of it then what the absolute fuck are you going to do about it!? If you want to break up then be my fucking guest and walk out of that door! Because if you do that- you and I are fucking done!"

Simon glared down at you while he waited for you to make the next move. On the outside he was confident in what he said but in reality he was really hoping you wouldn't leave. You looked up at him with an annoyed expression thinking of what else to say. You couldn't think of anything. You didn't want to leave, why would he even throw a breakup in your face? Did he really want to break up?

You didn't like the fact that you started this argument but partly the things you were upset about are onehundred percent valid. You couldn't stand the fact that Simon was spending less time at home.

What if he was doing something more than 'working?' He could be cheating on you while you sat at home thinking the relationship was perfectly fine. He never tells you anything about his day when he comes home, he's always so tired and barley talks to you.

"Christ... this is such a waste of my time, you're not going to walk out, so stop looking at me like you will." He said minimalizing the situation and walk passed you.

Your face scrunched up in annoyance. You turned around and looked at him. Was he being being serious?

"What? Are you fuckin' serious? How in the hell is me talking about our relationship a 'waste of time?' It's never a waste of time when you want to have sex with me or when you want me to do something for you!" You stated only being able to list things quickly.

Simon scoffed and leaned on the wall just inches away from the door.

"Then what is it!? I'd rather you tell me up-front so we're not pointlessly screaming at eachother! This conflict that can easily be solved by telling me why you started arguing with me in the first place is what I call a 'waste of time!'"

You plopped down on the bed and rolled your eyes not being able to handle any of his intentionally oblivious attitude. You always hated the fact that Simon ignores issues in the relationship just because of his disdane for conflict.

"Take the fucking wax out of your ears I've literally been saying this shit all week! You work too fuckin' much and I barley see you because of it. I've been missing you, but I don't think you've been missing me." You finished your yelling statement and huffed deeply out of frustration.

You could feel yourself about to cry and tried to keep everything together. They began to stream down your face while you sniffled, wiping them away instantly.

Simon felt bad at this point. He doesn't like seeing you so upset that you cry. He felt like an asshole while your leg jumped up as your nerves had gotten the best of you.

He stood in front of you and held your face bringing your eyes up to his. The lights in the room reflecting on your teary eyes.

"Don't cry sweetheart... everything is perfectly fine with us... I'm so sorry for upsetting you..." He wiped away the built up tears that laid in your eyes with his thumbs. He then laid many kisses all over your cheeks and speaking softly to make you feel better.

The pet names he had for you were your only weakness, whenever he'd say them to your all self control would be thrown out of the window.

"Do you still love me? Even though I yelled at you? When I really could have just had a normal conversation?" You asked holding his hands with yours.

"Yes I do princess... there's nothing that you could ever do that would make me fall out of love with you... I love you so god damn much baby, I'm sorry you've been feeling this way for so long and that you didn't feel comfortable enough in our relationship to tell me..."

"I fucked up... please let me make it up to you..."

His sweet reassuring words did indeed make you feel better. You looked up at him the entire time and just took in all the praise.

Simon held your face gently, placing soft kisses on your jawline and cheek. He laid you onto the bed and pulled your legs around his waist, pinning your wrists to the bed. You whimpered softly and pressed your chest onto him.

"I love you so much... every inch of your body... I love everything about you..."

"Those pretty eyes I love staring into and getting lost in... those lips I love kissing everyday before I leave for work... those ears I love whispering sweet words into when we're up late at night cuddling..."

"What else do you love about me?" You asked in a soft tone, feeling your body rise in temperature. Your chest rising and falling as you began to breath heavily.

He was so good with words. You couldn't resist him when he'd speak sweetly to you.

"Do you mind if I list a few sexual things I love? Or do you want me to just talk about you... I'll do whatever you want baby."

"Sexual... you're turning me on just by being so reassuring... please say more..." You responded softly.

"Alright... lay onto your stomach sweetheart." He said while roughly turning you over like you were nothing but his little ragdoll.

You moaned slightly watching his veins protrude from his forearms while he continued to pin your wrists to the bed. Your hips lifting from the mattress to feel his bulge press onto you.

"I love how you look when you're on top of me, riding my cock like you fucking own it... your sweet little moans when you're oh so close to coming... the faces you make when I'm fucking you in missionary, your eyebrows furrowing everytime my balls meet with your gorgeous ass..."

"Yeah? What else..." You huffed softly, feeling your clit throb while you squeezed your thighs together.

"I'd rather show you over telling you... but which one do you want baby? I'll do anything to make you feel like the beautiful princess you are."

"Just do anything to me... I want to be slapped and tossed around like I mean nothing to you... please Simon~"

"Oh wow... that's what you really want? Aren't you such a good girl you are for being honest... do you want daddy to use you?" He teased while his hips rubbed onto you to build up arousal. You whimpered and did the same. Pressing yourself further into him. "Do you want me to choke you while calling you my pretty slut? Yeah I know you do..." He said before taking your spandex shorts off and playing with your ass, slapping your cheeks repeatedly watching you squeal in pain.

"Ow- mm~ Simon~ you're the only one that can have such an affect over my body..." You whimpered looking up at him.

"Say it again to me then sweetheart... tell daddy how much you want me to fuck you. Or should I make love to you? Fuck... I want to do disgusting things to you." He groaned pulling his shirt off and throwing it somewhere.

His hand wrapped around your neck keeping your eyes on him.

"Anything that would make us so uncomfortable that we can't even share q glance with eachother for a week..." He said holding your jaw. Simon proceeded to press his bodyweight onto you, purposefully keeping you unable to move. You nodded and bit into your lip. "Daddy please fuck me... and come inside of me... I want to have your babies..." You begged, squirming under him.

"Yeah? You do? You want to start a family with me... awe but then I'd have to marry you too... how bad do you want to be Mrs. Riley?" He spoke in a condescending tone slightly poking fun at your request. Somewhat making it seem like he wasn't going to do it.

"Really fucking badly... oh please~ I want to be your wife- you're everything to me... please just breed me like the slut I am~♡"

"Awe... princess you're such a fuckin' whore for wanting me so badly... I'm not going to stop fucking you until your sobbing in overstimulation while your pretty wet cunt is filled to the brim with my seed... I just want to get you pregnant sweetheart."

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"Mhmmhm keep riding my tongue just like that baby. Your clit taste fucking amazing- so sweet but salty... you're so wet for me too... fuck you're doing such a good job for me."

"S-Simoonn~♡ yess don't stop..."

Your back arched as you grinded your hips on Simon's mouth. His index and middle fingers buried deep in your spongey walls curling and thrusting to get you to relax your vaginal muscles.

You held his squishy bare thighs for support. Both of you were fully naked, clothes scattered everywhere in the room. Your eyes had been closed as you used his tongue to get off. He'd stop inbetween the obnoxious sucking and slurping sounds to praise you, your juices dripping down his stubbled chin.

As of right now you were biting your lip while watching Simon's hard cock subtly swing matching the speed of your hips as you singlehandedly had the bed moving in a consistent rhythm. Your mouth was watering, you needed his cock in your mouth so fucking bad.

Simon then swatted your thigh and caught your attention. You looked over your shoulder to see him glaring at you.

"Instead of staring at my cock like it's a steak, put me in your mouth. My erection is really starting to hurt so you should hurry and put in some fucking effort... I might even come on that pretty face of yours." He stated sternly before sucking on your clit loudly.

"Yes..." You managed to respond while leaning down to hold his thick inches in your hands. Tapping the tip on your tongue and kissing it gently. Then gliding your tongue around the outskirts of his head, he groaned into you but still keeping his mouth busy to not take the pleasure away from you.

He bucked his hips forward and managed to slide inside your mouth partially. You gagged on him, not prepared for such hard and forcful movement.

His tongue pulled the hood back on your clit and circled around the bundle of nerves. He lapped up your juices and swallowed every last drop, groaning at the taste and slapping your ass with both hands.

"Good girl... you taste so fucking delicious, whatever you're maintaning to taste this way, don't stop... fuck it's so good~♡" He moaned while thrusting his hips into your mouth. You hummed a response and held his thighs again for support, your eyes rolling back as your throat tightened and released on his thick shaft.

You could feel your esophagus engulfing every individual vein that twitched and paulsated. Simon continued to do his job but scooted down onto the bed a bit more for better leverage. He placed the heels of his feet onto the bed and began to thrust roughly into your mouth.

His balls slapping against your face as you continued to keep him inside. Sounds of him fucking your throat filling the room while he slapped your ass over and over, not stopping until he saw a deep red handprint appear.

"Take that fucking cock... such a good girl for me aren't you? That's right baby yes you are... yes you fucking are..." He moaned encouraging you further with his hands groping your body.

"You can't even talk right now but that's perfectly fine sweetheart, haahh~ my beautiful girl needed attention yeah? You missed having my cock in your mouth... I know you did. You love sucking me off like your life depends on it..."

God damn he was so good at what he dose. You loved being praised by him, his thick british accent made every word more powerful and moan worthy. His hands were busy which means your vagina was left clenching on nothing. He stared at your entrance watching it drip with a slick substance while clenching tightly and releasing. He could feel your hot lustrous breaths on his cock.

"Awe you love that don't you? Mhmm your pretty pussy is so needy isn't it... you need my cock so fucking bad that it hurts..."

You lifted your head for a moment in a panic for air. Breathing through your nose wasn't enough to keep you from going light headed.

Simon kissed your clit for a moment before pushing you off of his face, tossing you to the side of the bed like a used napkin. He grabbed your arms and pushed you onto the bed, tossing you on your side and lifting your leg onto his shoulder. Slobber was all over your mouth, your eyebrows furrowed as you helplessly looked up at him.

"Daddy is so proud of you for taking my cock so deeply... you look like a fuckable whore with saliva all over your face like that... so pretty just for me... just for me baby..." He moaned aligning himself with your entrance.

He pushed just the tip inside and used his hand to pump up and down his shaft. Moaning into your neck, feeling your walls message and squeezing out the backed up semen acuping his balls.

"Fuck you keep sucking me inside... I can't edge myself when your cunt is too needy for me princess... tell me what you need baby and I'll fucking give it all to you..."

"Breed me Simon... I need it more than fucking the ability to breathe..."

"Yeah? Do you want me to fuck you so hard that you forget how to breath like I did when we first met? Awe yeah you do."

"Uhhuh~♡ please... pleasepleasepleaseplease!♡"

Simon growled a cussword under his breath and quickly folded you into a mating press. Shoving himself inside you, pushing balls deep until his hips met with yours. You screamed loudly feeling a bulge in your stomach. He moaned and pinned your wrists to the bed like before and began to thrust into you, forcfully slapping his balls against your ass.

"Haangggh~ Take every inch... just like that princess... I'm so fucking proud of you... daddy is so.fucking.proud.of.you." He groaned and grunted in-between thrusts. His nails digging into your wrists while you moaned, tears welling up in your eyes.

Simon let one of your legs go and put his left arm under your head for support to make eye contact with you. Pressing his forehead onto yours groaning lightly and deeply stroking your g-spot.

"Are you still angry with me baby? Do you fucking hate me?" He asked pinning your left leg to the bed and leaning upwards to do the same with your right.

"Uhhhh uhhnngghh... mmahh~ YES! I hate you... so much~♡"

You nodded quickly, covering your face in the process. Your hands shaking as you couldn't control yourself anymore. You clenched him tightly, the sounds of your sopping wet cunt filled the room while Simon stared down at you, wrapping a hand around your neck.

"Good girl~♡ I fuckin' hate you too... I hate you for keeping that insecurity inside for so long and not telling me so I could comfort you sooner... if you told me you would atleast be three months pregnant by now... fuck... now I have to waste my own time pumping you full of my semen now..."

"Ahh~ I hate you... ugh I hate you... I hate you Simon~ UGHH♡"

"Yeah? Why do you hate me sweetheart... tell daddy why you hate him so much..."

You whimpered as Simon pushed you off of him again. You watched him look through the bedside table for his extra phone that had every lewd video and picture he's ever taken of you.

When he leaves every few months and can't spend time with you, he brings this phone to hold him over and fantasize about you. It gets him through the long days, especially when you send him your panties in the mail.

He laid back on the bed and snatched you up into his arms, holding your hips making sure you were comfortable enough before telling you.-

"Squat over me baby... I want to watch you fuck my cock... you make me feel so fucking good baby, I have to record you while you sit on what belongs to you and only you." He groaned holding your waist and watching your facial expression relax. Your body was sore from being twisted and turned in any way Simon wanted but you still managed to hang in there and have enough energy to get yourself off.

You squatted and began to lightly bounce on him to get used to his size in the different position. Simon pressed record and turned the flash on, keeping the camera on your breasts and inbetween your legs.

"Mhmm... just like that my pretty girl... you take me in so well, and awe don't you look gorgeous on camera... fuck we might have to start posting you online... so everyone can see how beautiful my baby is..."

"Ohh~ you're so big... my little cunt can't even fit you inside... I'm trying my best~" You whimpered throwing your head back.

"Mhm~ I know baby... you're doing an excellent job... keep fucking me like that, this cock belongs to you and nobody else... I would never cheat on you or hurt you in any way... I fucking hate you so much princess."

Your whimpers turned into fluent moans. You grinded your hips back and forth and placed your hands on his knees. His words gave you confidence to use him the way you wanted to. Simon was tired for now and needed to recover... he also wanted to watch you ride him, you deserved it.

"I hate you~ ahh... why the fuck do you to work so much... mmm... why can't you just be here with me... with your h-head- inbewteen my thighs- eating my pussy... anytime that I fucking tell you to... uhhh~"

"I shouldn't have to fucking yell at you- so you can understand- Ahhh~ What I want!"

"That's right baby, tell me what I'm doing wrong... put me in my fucking place and use my cock so it's only enjoyable for you... agh, I can feel your cervix everytime you grind forward."

Simon groaned encouraging you futher. The phone still on you, now zoomed into your face he stared at the screen as your saliva dripped down your lip. His cock was penetrating just right, you stayed still for a breif moment before forcfully bouncing up and down again.

Your hips rolling into circles and swaying side to side, hands pressing onto his bare muscular chest for more support. He moaned your name and held your breasts in his hands.

"Your breasts are so beautiful my sweet girl... those cute nipples are so hard, begging to be touched aren't they? Yes they are princess..." He moaned leaning forward to suck your nipples.

He pushed your breasts together and sucked both nipples, toying with them by flicking his tongue on them lightly. His teeth pinching them ever so often aswel.

"What else am I not doing right? You're so angry with me, then now is your fuckin' chance to say it darlin'."

You bounced your ass up and down and pressed your lips together. Feeling your orgasm inch closer and closer. You used a hand to cover his mouth so you could focus on coming. He groaned watching your breasts bounce in his face and whimpered behind your hand, also being able to feel himself getting closer.

"Shut the fuck up~ uhhh you talk too much... mmmmyesss just lay there and look pretty while I come." You moaned loudly, your face scrunching up as the knot inside got tighter.

"Mmm mmmhm~♡"

(Yes Mommy~♡)

You moaned one last time before getting off of him completely, his cock slipping out of you and hitting his stomach. You held inbetween your legs and whimpered loudly as your whole body felt numb all over, The wave of pleasure hitting you like a truck, making you cry out his name and clench your thighs together. Your back arched as your arms fwailed around, leaving you not able to fathom what to do with them.

Simon still held the phone to record everything, capturing your orgasm along with every angle imaginable. You covered your mouth to prematurely muffle your sounds, Simon then taking it apon himself to spread your legs and record your sensitive cunt throbbing and pulsating from the tingling finish.

"Look at you... it's so pretty... awe your still so wet... oh fuck..." He said while spreading your lips apart with his fingers, giving the camera a perfect view.

You tried to speak but clear words didn't come out. He chuckled hearing you speak in tongue and stopped the recording. He yanked you closer to him by the hips and slapped your clit with his tip briefly. "I'm so close to coming baby, I know your tired but I just need to come please..." He groaned sliding inside you, pulling another moan out.

"Simon~ I can't... you're gonna... overstimulate-" He cut you off by holding your legs together in his arms and thrusted his hips forward moaning and squeezing your breasts. Your whimpers turned to moans in an instant, you placed your hand on his and closed your eyes covering your face.

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck~ I love you baby... god oh my fucking god- I'm gonna come..."

He thrusted harder and brought your legs to his shoulders. Now lifting you up from the bed and scooping you up in his arms, fucking you how he wants to like you're a personal sex doll. "I love youu... ahhh~ I want to marry you... pump you full of my babies- s-so we can have them back to back... fuck... You're so fucking beautiful... I care about you so much..."

Simon yelled one more curse word and chocked you quickly, applying pressure to the sides of your neck, hearing you gasp at the sudden pressure and moan clenching around him. His balls tingled repeatedly and forced his semen to rush through his shaft and right inside you. He continued to rut his hips upward and moan your name, keeping himself inside to make sure every drop landed deep into your womb.

Once he was finished he sighed heavily and putting you down. Holding your hands with his and kissing your neck, cheek, and forehead. "I love... you..."

You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly, speaking a response into his ear before holding him in place with your legs.

____

An hour went by after the two of you had cleaned up and took seperate shower. You were preparing the bed so you and Simon could cuddle. He was in the bathroom putting on his sweatsuit. A moment went by and out came Simon, you could tell by his expression that he was utterly exhausted. You sat on the bed after fluffing the pillows and watched him make his way to his side of the bed.

"Fuck... I'm so fucking tired..." He groaned plopping onto the bed. You brought him into your embrace and ran your fingers through his hair, rubbing his back and hearing him heavily sigh.

"Uhm... to be clear, you don't actually hate me right? You aren't mad at me?" He asked looking up to you for reassurance.

Under the tough exterior you always knew he was a giant softie. You could even say he was very fragile when it came to knowing how you felt about him.

"No I don't. I never did, I just needed to get that stuff off my chest... and I also missed you sexually... I only said it because I thought It was some sex thing you liked." You explained while be wrapped his arms around your waist, rubbing your lower back and burying his face into your stomach.

"Well it was... slightly... I dunno I don't feel like explaining it... I just want to stay like this forever... I love you so much baby." He groaned.

"I love you too Simon... you're such a big baby... come here." You giggled pulling the covers over yourself. He sighed and laid down with you, you hugged him and kissed his cheek while caressing the other side of his face and repeating sweet words. He pulled you onto his body and wrapped his arms around you.

You continued to run your fingers through his hair and allow him to fall asleep. You could hear the steady sounds of his heartbeat and focused on it. You sighed before rubbing your eyes and soon fell asleep with him.

#cod zombies #ghost mw2 #mask kink #simon ghost riley #smut #cod mw22 #codmw2022 #mw2 #mw2 2022 #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley

[moorishflower]

Fawney Rig Estate Sale

Fawney Rig Estate Sale, the flyer says, and Hob doesn't know who placed it, or why they chose the Inn as its final housing, but when Dream sees it, the grainy jpeg of some massive gothic monstrosity of a manse bracketed by the words FURNITURE - BOOKS - COLLECTIBLES, his expression becomes distant, and his hand spasms on the bartop. He's gotten fairly good at reading Dream's moods over the past few months, and this one, he thinks, is a doozy. This one is almost like fear.

There's two things that Dream fears, at least that he's seen fit to tell Hob: one, in the darkling hours of the morning, the both of them twined together, Hob pulling the duvet over Dream's thin shoulders and gathering him close, Dream whispering, do not go far from me, Hob Gadling, and that's its own sort of fear, one that Hob understands. He feels it, too.

The other, more insidious, he's seen only rarely. When light catches on a curve of glass just so; when someone speaks in a very specific register and tone; when the night is too quiet, and too slow, and Dream's fingers begin to scratch lines into the tabletops for want of something to occupy him. Dream has told him, in fits and starts, of a hundred years trapped within a glass sphere. He's never mentioned names, but now, in the way that he looks at this flyer, which Hob wants to rip from the wall and shred into a hundred pieces, he doesn't need to.

"How much of it was left?" he asks that night, and Dream tucks his head against Hob's chest, and says nothing. Hob touches his hair, his shoulders, the dear, thin line of his back, thumbing down the rungs of his spine in slow and gentle strokes. "Right. I've got a sledgehammer somewhere. Matty has a forge he made himself, I'm sure he's got something that can cut metal. Everything else we can have shipped out and we'll dump it into the sea."

I do not know if I can accompany you, Dream tells him, and Hob says, That's fine, love. Whatever you need to do. But there's not a chance in Hell that he's letting this opportunity slip by. It's become as much about his own peace of mind as Dream's -- he wants to see the thing that trapped his lover for a more than a century. Wants to see the glass and the iron, the struts and bolts, rendered down into molten slag. All these years and he's thought his great nemesis was his own selfishness, his own attempt to grasp the uncatchable, and yet Dream has said I would have come to you, if I were able, and Hob now realizes the truth: a few tons of scrap iron and lightning-struck sand were the only things that stood between him and Dream, for a hundred and thirty-three years. And he had never known.

It hurts. It hurts in a way that beggars the soul, and out of the centuries of his past he drags up a brigand's easy violence as he dumps petrol into the car. As he drives to Fawney Rig.

It's every bit as tasteless and huge as the picture implied it to be, and the man who opens the door to Hob is older, bent-backed, something soft and yielding about the shape of his shoulders. He takes in the sight of Hob on his doorstep, dirt-grimed burlap sack over one shoulder, the sledgehammer leaning like a loyal dog against the wall.

"Can I help you?"

"Hope so." He drops the bag. It makes a satisfying clanking noise. "Are you Paul McGuire? Put up a load of flyers for an estate sale?"

"I...yes. That's me. The sale isn't for another two weeks. I'm afraid you're rather early." There's something conciliatory about the way he talks. Some sharp and cavernous thing in him senses it, the way that owls can sense the shape of mice in tall grass. He longs for the feel of a good dagger in his hand. It's been a long time since he killed anyone, but he wants, and he recognizes that this is not good, he wants this gutless old man to put up a fight.

This man has never been bloodied nor bled another creature in his life. He'd make a fine target for a bandit, but for Hob's purposes, he's unsatisfying. He kicks the bag, instead.

"I'm not the mercenary I used to be," he says. "Better for you. There's about. Hm. A bit more than a kilo of gold bullion in that bag. It's old, but any jeweler will tell you it's pure. It's yours if you leave. Now."

"I don't. I don't understand."

"No," Hob says, unkindly. "You don't. Which is why I'm giving you this chance to leave. He said you were the one who let him out. Eventually. After a hundred and thirty-three years."

The man's face goes pale as clotted cream. He looks at the sledgehammer with new fear. He remembers this feeling, the intimacy of a knife held to the throat of one who deserves it. It's not one he anticipated dredging up, not once highway robbery went out of style, but it comes back to him as easy as riding a bicycle. Perhaps he should be worried about that.

He'll worry later. Paul McGuire is nodding slowly, looking ill, looking lost. "Is he here?" he asks, and Hob snorts.

"If he was," he says, "I wouldn't tell you."

And that, as they say, is that. Hob is left standing in the entry hall of Fawney Rig, the fading splendor of it, all its gothic twists and its vaguely occult symbolism wended through with high-quality electric lights and a security system to make the Queen weep. Paul hasn't left him a key. By the end of the night, he doesn't intend to need one anymore.

It makes as much sense to start from the ground up as anything else, and finding the stairs to the basement is easy. The hammer is a comfortable heft over his shoulder, and it's as he starts down into that long and sightless tunnel that he feels the shape take just behind him.

"Hello, love," he says, and Dream reaches out. Hob takes his hand, as easy as breathing. "You doing all right?"

"It looks different. From this direction."

"I imagine it would. You aren't alone this time, though." He squeezes the hand in his. It's like trying to squeeze a stone, cold and implacable. "And we're leaving here together."

"Hm." But the hand relaxes, in minute increments. He can feel Dream behind him, can feel the outline of his shoulders, can see the vague eyeshine cast upon the wall, but he doesn't look back. Hob's read that story before. He'll look back when the job is finished. When they leave Hell together.

"Let's finish what you started," he says, as they reach the bottom of the stairs. The ruin of the glass sphere sits in awful majesty in the center of a narrow moat; even from here, he can see the lines of yellow paint, the runes that bound Dream into an airless, feelingless void. The iron struts are lined with spikes; Hob wishes, abruptly, hotly, that he had only given Paul McGuire to the count of ten to leave. He hasn't any horse to ride him down, but he wouldn't have needed one anyways. An old man, and he with rage giving him winged feet.

"Right," he says, and let's go of Dream's hand, only long enough to heft the hammer properly. "Let's get started, darling. I'd like to be home in time to make you dinner."

He doesn't look back (he'll look back, he thinks, when he has reduced this poxy sphere to dust, when he has ground the iron into filings, when there is nothing left of this cursed mausoleum but concrete dust and burnt pages), but he feels the shape of Dream behind him. Can hear his smile.

It sounds like breaking glass. There's no music sweeter, Hob thinks, and lets the hammer fly.

#dreamling #the sandman fanfiction #my fic #the sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dream of the endless/hob gadling #dream/hob #roderick burgess deserved worse

[pasukiyo]

YOU'RE ALWAYS GONNA BE MINE

| CHAPTER TWO

a royalty au. remus lupin x princess!reader. multi-part series. series masterlist.

word count; 5,581 summary; she never was able to speak to sirius. the king and queen confront her about her behavior but it only ends up blowing up in her face, leaving her feeling worse than when she started. she convinces marlene to let her sneak away so she can clear her head, so she can think... remus doesn't understand what it is he's feeling in the presence of this strange woman...

so even in a different life, you still would've been mine, we would've been timeless...

 She never got a chance to speak with Sirius alone after brunch. Her mother and father, however, appeared to have noticed her silence during the meal and as soon as Lord Sirius had passed through the palace’s front gates, all eyes were on the princess. It was hours since her father had dropped the news that Prince James was who she was set to marry, the sky already beginning to bruise like violets. 

 “You’ve been silent all day, my dear,” the King acknowledged his daughter as the two palace guards standing at the entrance moved to close the doors behind them. “It is unlike you.”

 “Yes, are you feeling alright, darling?” Her mother asked, sliding her arm out from her husband’s to lay the back of her hand on the princess’ forehead. “You aren’t coming down with a cold, are you?”

 She shook her head and delicately wrapped her thumb and forefinger around her mother’s wrist, guiding it off of her head. “I feel fine, mother,” she replied, her throat feeling raw and scratchy, this having been the first time she had talked in hours. The King cocked an eyebrow, “but there is something on your mind, no?”

 Her father was perceptive– she supposed he had to be, he was the ruler of a kingdom, after all. He had many enemies and many people who only wished they could be considered his enemy, it was only natural that he’d pick up on others’ behavior and mannerisms. But she hated that he could read her like this– how was she supposed to tell him how she felt when she knew he’d never understand? 

 The indent between her father’s brow deepened and she flushed, feeling her skin grow warm from the pressure of her parents’ eyes on her. There was no way out– and despite knowing all too well anything she said would blow right back up in her face, she took a deep breath, and spoke. 

 “You speak to Siri– Lord Sirius– about my betrothal, asking him what he thinks about the prince, what he thinks about me marrying Prince James… but what about what I think?” She spoke as calmly and as clearly as she could, a stark contrast from the typhoon swirling her mind. The King and Queen shared a glance, incredulous expressions on their faces, as if what she was asking was entirely preposterous. 

 “What you think?” The Queen reiterated, an eyebrow cocked to her hairline. The princess’ patience was wearing thin, her composure wearing thinner. “Why could I not have a say in my own marriage? Why couldn’t I have a voice in the decision?” She asked, hoping her parents could somehow find reason. “It is my life, does my opinion not matter?”

 Her father reared back, her mother’s arm tightening around his, her other hand coming to rest on his shoulder, his name slipping from her lips in hopes to tame the fire bound to ignite within. The King pressed his lips together and breathed in through his nose, his breath sharp, hot. 

 “Has my daughter become so selfish that she is unable to feel grateful for everything I have done for her?” He hissed, his words like acid, tone laced with venom and she trembled where she stood, flinching at every syllable he spat. “You are princess, you should feel proud that such a young, wealthy, powerful suitor has even agreed to wed you,” he scoffed and shook his head. “Have you no honor? No shame?” 

 The princess grew wide-eyed— she’d seen her father angry before but never had she been in the line of fire, not like this. This was different, this was frightening. 

 “This is your destiny,” he continued on. “You’ve known it from the very first time you opened your eyes, you blinked, you cried, you breathed.” 

 Her vision blurred, a dagger prodding at the inside of her head. She knew this would happen, but it didn’t help the sting hurt any less. There was a lump in her throat the size of a boulder and she suddenly felt heavy, despite how badly she wished to run and hide. Her father’s rage seemed to only grow at the sight of her tears and her mother practically was his only anchor now, his hand not enveloped in the Queen’s rolling until it formed a shaking ball of fury. 

 “Whatever this, this attitude of yours is, it’d do you well to rid yourself of it,” his voice cracked like thunder in the grand room, her teeth chattering at the sheer power of her father. “No man, let alone a prince, wants a woman with such emotion.”

 Her bottom lip quivered and she felt a droplet of a tear drip down her cheek but frankly, she couldn’t quite bring herself to care— let her parents think of her as a child. This wasn’t fair, this wasn’t even humane— royal traditions be damned. 

 Her father stepped closer, despite her mother’s attempt to soothe him and pull him away. “Go to your quarters. I don’t want to see these tears when I see you again.”

 And then her parents were off, Peter close behind on their heels but not before peering at the princess from over his shoulder, face twisted in a sneer. Marlene’s wary footsteps echoed through the hall as she cautiously approached, the princess sniffling as she desperately tried to wipe the evidence of tears away from her cheeks, only for fresh ones to fall. 

 “Princess?” Marlene asked carefully, trying to catch her gaze. The princess shook her head, “let’s go.” 

 She brushed past the handmaiden, heart thrumming against her rib cage as they made their way up the staircase of the castle and down the corridor towards her quarters. The guard bowed his head and pushed open her bedroom door, stepping aside to let them in. She shuffled her feet to the middle of her bedroom, an arm crossed over her belly, her opposite elbow balancing on it, her fingers to her lips. The familiar haze of tears clouded her vision and burned her sockets, as soon as she heard the click of her bedroom door closing shut, she burst. 

 “P…princess?” Marlene was swift to jog her way towards the princess, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and trying to meet her gaze. The princess’ body quaked with the force of her sobs and Marlene walked the both of them over to her bed, steadily easing her down onto the mattress. She collapsed into Marlene’s chest as soon as she was set on the bed, all her frustration, anger, emotion, everything streaming out of her like rivers down her cheeks. 

 “Oh, Marls,” she hiccuped, wiping the tears and snot from her face with the back of her hand, peering up at the handmaiden. “You must think I’m mental.”

 “No!” Marlene was quick to shake her head, her arm squeezing around the princess’ body. “No, of course not!” 

 Marlene’s hands soothed up and down the length of the princess’ arm in hopes to calm her, resting the side of her face against the top of her head. “It just isn’t fair,” the princess wept, “why must I marry a man I don’t love? A man I have never even seen? Why can’t… why can’t they understand I just want my freedom?”

 Marlene pressed her lips together and gulped down the bubble in her throat, unable to come up with the words that may soothe her. Truthfully, Marlene hadn’t the slightest clue what she could do or say to make the princess feel better– she wasn’t a princess and she’d never be a princess, so what did she know? 

 She did, however, relate in some strange way to the princess about wanting freedom, about wishing to live a life on her own accord. In a sense, Marlene wished for it too, but don’t we all?

 She settled on a soft, “I don’t know,” instead, giving the princess’ upper arm a squeeze. “But I do know that you are strong, highness. And you are smart and you are so kind. The best person I’ve ever known,” Marlene’s lips curved into a soft smile as the princess blinked up at her through glassy eyes, wiping at her nose. “And I know that no matter what happens, nothing will change that. And I will always be here for you, no matter what.” 

 She sniffled at Marlene’s words, leaning in closer to her handmaiden in a hug, wrapping her arms around her waist. “Thank you, Marls,” she murmured, her tears falling no longer, but her cheeks swollen and sticky from their remnants. “I just… I want to… think. I want to be alone.”

 Marlene was quick to unravel herself from the princess, pushing herself up off of the mattress. “I can leave, if you wish—“

 “No!” The princess grabbed Marlene’s arm, tugging her back down on the bed beside her. “I mean I want… I want to leave the castle, just for a little while.”

 Marlene’s face twisted in confusion, her brow furrowed as she shook her head. “But princess, you aren’t allowed to leave—“

 “I know,” the princess interrupted before she could finish and grabbed the handmaiden’s hands, gazing up at her with wide, hopeful eyes. “Which is why I want you to cover for me.”

 “C…cover for—! Princess, I beg your pardon?” Marlene stammered out, clearly taken aback. The princess jutted her bottom lip out in a pout and whined, shaking the handmaid's hands, “please, Marlene, I need to get out of here, just for an… an hour or two.”

 Marlene opened and closed her mouth, blinking rapidly, trying and failing to speak. “I– I don’t know, princess, I mean…” She stopped to release a breathy laugh, shaking her head. “How am I supposed to keep Peter off your trail for two hours?” 

 “Just… distract the guard outside while I sneak past and tell him I’ve gone to sleep,” the princess replied. Marlene cocked an eyebrow once again, “but Peter knows you’re never asleep this early.”

 The princess deflated, the hopeful glint in her eye still there but dull. Marlene sucked on her bottom lip— she knew she couldn’t resist much longer. “Please, Marls,” the princess softly begged, squeezing the handmaid’s fingers. “Just for a little while?”

 Marlene sighed and dropped her head— it was pointless to resist much further. “Fine,” she agreed, to which the princess practically leaped from the bed, scampering towards the closet to grab her cloak, “but you will be back in two hours time, yes?”

 “Of course!” She replied, tossing her cloak over her head to veil her face. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She beamed as she and Marlene made their way to the door, the handmaid’s hand shaky where it rested on the handle. “ What do I say again?” She asked, to which the princess grinned. “Tell him I’ve gone to sleep and don’t wish to be disturbed— I’ll be sneaking off to the right, so just make sure he cannot see.”

 Marlene’s chest heaved when she inhaled a deep breath, pursing her lips together and nodding. “Okay,” she breathed, the affirmation more for herself. She twisted the handle and stepped outside, leaving the door wide open whilst she stepped to the left of the guard. He didn’t move his head. 

 “Excuse me?” Marlene murmured, the guard finally turning to meet her gaze. The princess’ heart thrummed against her chest— this was her chance. 

 “The princess is awfully tired,” she could hear Marlene say as she crept past behind the guard, looking down both ways of the corridor to ensure the coast was completely clear. “She’s gone to sleep for the night. She requested that she not be disturbed— she needs her… beauty sleep.”

 The princess bit back a snicker as she bound down the corridor, sticking to the shadows as she approached the staircase, her footsteps careful and calculated. 

 “If I may, your majesty, it is all in the child’s nature.”

 She halted and stared wide-eyed down the staircase as her parents and Peter pranced by, a furrow in either the Queen and the King’s brow. Peter, of course, still snorted his usual sneer. 

 “To rebel? It is unlike her. She is princess, she knows better than this,” her father replied and she gripped the end of her cloak, sinking down to the floor to make herself smaller, praying she would not be seen. Peter snorted, “‘unlike her?’” Forgive me, your majesty, but I am not surprised even in the slightest.”

 She couldn’t resist the urge to roll her eyes in her head as they walked by, their voices clear but with every second that went by, becoming more distant, an echo until she heard the opening and closing of a door. Swiftly, she tip-toed her way down the rest of the stairs and made a run for the doors to the garden, bursting out the doors. She sprinted her way towards the Owlery for a lantern before circling her way behind the building, lifting her skirt to hop the fence behind. The trees creaked and bent in the wind as she pushed her way further into its darkness, the forest beckoning her forth, inviting her in. 

 It was an invitation she graciously accepted. 

 It was happening again. 

 Remus clawed at his chest, fingernails ripping through the fabric of his chest, tearing through his skin as he howled in pain. His heart was throwing itself against his ribcage, his skin on fire where his nails had torn through flesh, dark liquid oozing from the wounds. Bile bubbled at the base of his throat and his lips fell agape as he retched, burning vomit tumbling past his mouth and right onto the forest floor. 

 His chest was heaving to the unsteady beat of his breathing, unable to stop himself from shaking. He outstretched an arm and reached, reached for anything he could find to steady himself. Through the blurriness of his vision, he could just make out the silhouette of a tree in front of him and he leaned forward with the intention of catching himself on the trunk. His breath caught in his throat when instead of grasping onto the bark, he continued falling until his face was smashed against the foliage below. 

 He grunted as he managed to at least pull himself up into a sitting position, leaning back against the trunk of the tree as he panted, sweat beading down his face. His flesh stung and ached where his nails had ripped off skin, dried maroon underneath his nails and blood streaming down from the wounds on his chest. He clawed at the ground, tugging weeds from the ground and digging through mud, desperate to anchor himself on something. 

 Remus’ head spun and it felt like a knife was slashing  thousands of cuts into his brain, leaving him broken and aching. He’d dealt with this condition for years now, almost for his entire life but this… this was some of the worst pain he’d ever felt. There was no way to prepare himself for the next bout of pain. 

 His vision was blurring and he could feel his body slipping as his consciousness, too, slipped in and out of the state of knowing. Remus felt so tired, his limbs feeling as though they weighed like boulders, his head slipping from the support of the tree. He coughed and wheezed as bile burned his throat, an awful aftertaste on his tongue from his last retching session. His breath grew slower as it slipped through the cracks of his chapped lips, his eyelids falling heavy over his eyes as he dropped to the floor of the forest, chasing that moment where all the pain would cease, when he felt nothing, when he could feel numb…

 “Dear Gods! Are you… are you awake?”

 Remus stirred and furrowed his brow, using the most of his energy to snap his heavy eyelids back open, a blinding, orange light stabbing his eyes. The ache in his head exploded and he lifted a heavy arm to shield his face away from the light, needles pricking his abdomen as he tried and failed to get himself up. 

 “Who… who’s there?” He managed to croak out, his voice husky and his throat dry. He tried to swipe his tongue between his chapped lips whilst the person before him dropped to their knees in front of him. “Merlin! You’re bleeding…” the voice muttered and Remus opened his lids just in time to see hands reaching for his shoulders, to which his heart pounded and his feet kicked out, his muscles screaming at him as he pushed away by instinct. 

 The woman in front of him gasped and pulled away, a careful hand in the air, her brow wrinkled in caution. Remus pressed his lips together and breathed through his nostrils as he blinked the haziness away from his vision, narrowing his eyes at her. “Who are you?” He managed to ask, to which the woman reached for the torn fabric of his shirt, carefully though, warily testing the waters. Remus glanced down at her hand where the top of his forefinger delicately prodded at the shirt, silently seeking permission to take a look. 

 He looked up to meet her gaze again and said nothing. 

 She took this as an invitation. 

 She grimaced at the sight of his grisly state while she pushed his torn shirt further open, slowly so as to not cause him any more pain. “Were you attacked?” She peered back up at him and he warily narrowed his eyes once more. “It doesn’t matter. And you never answered my question,” he replied, to which she rolled her eyes and scoffed. “I believe there are more pressing matters at hand than introductions.”

 Remus eyed the woman as she inspected his wounds, his chest still heaving with his erratic breathing that was slowly but surely calming down, as if the mere presence of this woman was enough to soothe the aching inside of him. Remus didn’t understand it, but he’d allow it for now. Anything to relieve this pain. 

 His gaze trailed down her arms, covered by the sleeves of her dress, the fabric unlike anything he’d ever seen the women in the village wear before. The dress was midnight blue and lengthy, fitted perfectly to her body. He stared curiously back up at her— the only plausible explanation he could come up with was this woman was rich. Perhaps even royally rich?

 Remus tilted his head as his gaze once again reached the woman’s face. “Are you done staring?” Came Remus’ raspy voice and the woman leaned back, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she considered his state. “You did this to yourself?” She asked, nodding her head towards his fingers where they burrowed themselves into the ground, dried crimson and mud just visible in the glow of the lantern light. Remus shrugged, “itchy.”

 She cocked an eyebrow at this, “itchy?”

 Remus pressed his lips together in a tight grin, feeling his stomach flipping as another wave of nausea rushed over him. It must’ve shown on his face for the woman was already in action, reaching out to soothe her palm over his shoulder. “Are you going to be sick? You’re awfully pale,” she asked as he doubled over, arms crossed over his stomach. “Just… move,” Remus managed out, using what very little strength he had left to push her away as his sick scattered the forest floor, the familiar burn of acid in the back of his mouth making him gag.

 Much to his surprise, she didn’t scamper off into the darkness of the woods, didn’t gag or throw up herself, didn’t even grimace. Instead, she kept a palm between his shoulder blades, making circles on his back to calm him. And again, much to his surprise, it seemed to work.

 Remus fell back against the tree trunk once again, staring up at the night sky through hazy vision, using the back of his hand to wipe the sick from his mouth. His lips fell agape as he chased air back into his lungs, rubbing his hands on the ground to get the vomit off of them. A moment of silence fell between the two as Remus fought to catch his breath, his huffing gradually becoming quieter as the time ticked on. 

 Eventually, she shuffled in closer, pulling at the ripped fabric of his shirt. “Let me clean your wounds,” she murmured as Remus glanced down at her fingertips where they delicately touched his chest. He watched as she looked around, presumably for anything she could use to wipe the blood from his skin. 

 Remus cleared his throat before speaking, “I’ve a handkerchief in my pocket.”

 Their eyes met for a brief moment before she cautiously reached for the pocket of his pants, pulling the flimsy rag from them. She wrinkled her brow as she brought it closer to the lantern light, “you’ve blood all over it.”

 Remus coughed as the woman sighed, softly cursing beneath her breath as she grabbed the end of her skirt, bringing the dark blue material to his chest. He flinched when she gently dabbed the lux fabric against the scratch marks, his fingers instinctively locking around her wrist to halt her movements. For a moment, her eyes widened and she leaned back, giving him a once-over before meeting his gaze once more. 

 “Did I press too hard?” She asked and he closed his eyes, breathing a sigh through his nostrils. “It’s still tender,” he hoarsely replied and she flashed a sheepish, tight-lipped grin. “Sorry.”

 She leaned forward with the fabric in hand once again, dabbing at his wounds with delicacy, and Remus could feel saliva begin to build at the base of his throat. This was strange. 

 Before him was a woman he’d never seen in his life, touching him a way he’d never been touched before. Never has he felt such delicacy, like he was fragile and prone to break by the smallest of touches. The closest he could recall was the way his mother would hold him when he was very little, at least, before he’d been bitten. 

 He shivered at the woman’s slightest of touches and in spite of how much he didn’t want to, he liked it. 

 Remus studied the woman’s face as she narrowed her eyes in concentration for the task at hand, her teeth sunken into her bottom lip. His eyes trailed down to the arms of her opulent gown until they reached her fingertips where she clutched a wad of her skirt, the rich material of her dress tainted with his blood. 

 “That’s a pretty dress,” he remarked. “S’ a shame my blood is dirtying it.”

 The woman rolled her eyes, “curse this dress. Your life is more important.”

 Remus cocked an eyebrow and stared curiously up at her, tilting his head just the slightest to catch her eye. Her irises sparkled in the marmalade glow of the lantern light and she turned to meet his stare, seemingly flushing beneath his gaze. “What?” She spoke from the back of her throat, her motions on his chest momentarily coming to a stop. 

 “That dress is unlike anything I’ve ever seen any of the women in the village wear,” he noted and she leaned further back on her heels, sucking the inside of her cheek between her molars. “It’s something I’d expect the royals to wear.”

 The woman huffed and leaned back in to continue her work on his wounds, pressing her lips together, saying nothing. Her eyes narrowed in a glare as if she hated the blood, his chest, his torn shirt, everything about him and this situation. And that was all the confirmation Remus needed to know. 

 “So you are from the castle,” he scoffed and her glare reached his eyes. “Thought princesses weren’t allowed to leave their tower.”

 She seemed taken aback that he was able to catch on so quickly but still continued her cleanup, a sigh slipping past her lips. “They’re not,” she replied lowly. The corner of Remus’ mouth twitched in the makings of a smirk, “so what are you doing out here at dusk, majesty?”

 She pressed her hand down just a bit harder on his chest and Remus pressed his lips together, squeezing his lids shut as he grunted, a furrow in his brow when he opened his eyes again. “Don’t call me that,” she hissed, pulling away from his chest and leaning back to sit on her bum, arms crossed over her chest and fingers tugging at her cloak. “And what does it matter to you?” She asked as Remus used his palms as leverage to push himself up higher against the tree trunk, lolling his head against the bark. 

 “S’ just not everyday you see a princess out in the middle of the woods,” he replied. “Especially in the dark.”

 She glowered at him before turning away again, fixing her cloak on her shoulders. “I needed to get away,” she said after a moment, glimpsing back over to where he sat. Remus’ lips slightly fell apart when he cocked an eyebrow, almost finding it within himself to laugh. “You needed to get away?” He reiterated, nodding his head towards her. She gave him an incredulous look, pursing her lips together. 

 “Yes?”

 Now Remus really wanted to laugh. He scoffed, “and what could you possibly be running away from, your royal highness?” 

 Her bottom lip wobbled and she turned away again, chest heaving with the weight of her huff. Her lids narrowed over her eyes as she glared into the darkness, “perhaps I’d tell you but you clearly wouldn’t understand.”

 A rumble of protest emitted from his throat and he couldn’t suppress the urge to smile, sarcasm laced in every feature. “Oh, sure, you know what? You’re right, your royal majesty, of course a poor village boy like me wouldn’t understand what you are going through. But I’m sure it is most daunting, whatever it is.”

 The princess threw her arms down in frustration, her pupils the background for the raging fire reflecting in her eyes, the flame in the lantern a mere interpretation of what was really raging inside of her. Remus found this amusing and it was written all over his face, the scars on his nose twitching as he fought the urge to laugh. 

 “Don’t say such foolish things!” She shrilled, looking ready to get up and walk away. On one hand, Remus was perfectly fine with that. But there was something on the other wanting to anchor her down, to tell her to stay. Remus frowned at the feeling. “You’d never understand it,” she muttered, shaking her head as she fell limp against the tree across from his. 

 Remus’ heart relaxed in his chest and up until this point, he hadn’t even realized it had been pounding. He eased himself further back against the tree behind him, burrowing his teeth into his bottom lip to keep himself from grinning. 

 “And you’d never understand my condition,” he responded. “So let’s not try and act like we’d understand one another.”

 She snapped her head towards him and let her vision wander over his slumped figure. “Fine then,” she clicked her tongue and turned away again, letting another silence blanket over the two of them. Remus was quick to tear it away, however, “gods, are all you royals so uptight?” 

 The princess’ jaw clenched and she whipped her head over to him again, eyes wide in their sockets. “I am not uptight!” She protested, tightening her grip on either of her arms. “What makes you think I am?”

 Remus’ mouth twitched, “you’re acting so defensive.”

 “I…” she hesitated to breathe. “…am not!”

 Remus raised his eyebrows, “relax, majesty, do they not raise you to have a sense of humor?” Her chest heaved as she breathed, her cheeks growing warm as she deflated back into the tree behind her again. 

 Silence again. 

 And then, “are you sure you were just itchy?”

 Remus blinked over at the princess, her expression softer now as she eyed his wounds. “I’m sorry I couldn’t dress them, but I don’t have anything and I don’t know how to—“

 “You did fine, your majesty,” he intercepted, ignoring the look she gave him at the name. “And…”

 Remus couldn’t tell her about his condition. In any other case, it would’ve been easy to lie, to tell someone off for even asking about it. But it was different now— there was something in him telling him that he didn’t want to lie to her. Whether or not that is just because she’s a princess, he doesn’t know. What he did know— and did not particularly appreciate— was his heart was slamming its fist against his ribcage again, thundering in his ears. 

 Remus swallowed the lump in his throat back down. 

 “…yes,” he continued at last. “I’m just… I’ve been sick and sometimes I just… get uncontrollably itchy.”

 Remus usually prided himself on being a good liar, but this had to be his worst performance to date. He was grimacing at himself as her face twisted in an unconvinced frown.

 She knew there was something he wasn’t telling her. He knew she knew. 

 “…hm,” she hummed. “Well, it’s like you said, ‘let’s not try and act like we understand each other,’ right?” Remus blinked over at her, a small sense of relief washing over him. Thankfully, she was brushing the subject off. 

 “Right,” he replied, inhaling a deep breath as she studied him. Remus tilted his head until their gazes could meet, and the princess blinked away, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth. 

 “So… do you come to the forest often?” She asked, grimacing at her own question, searching the ground for any place she could look but at him as she played with her fingers. Remus shrugged, “usually only when I… get like this,” he replied. “It’s the only place I can really be truly alone.”

 She blinked and cocked an eyebrow, “when you get like this? Do you get sick often?”

 Remus shrugged in response and she sighed, “well, I hope I am not intruding on your alone time,” she remarked and Remus could feel a smile twitching at his lips. Gods, he was acting so strange. He’d only just met the woman, so why was he acting like a smitten fool?

 “Not really,” he replied. “Your company isn’t all that unpleasant.”

 She breathed a laugh through her nose, “lovely.”

 She tapped her fingers against her knees and gnawed at the inside of her cheek. Remus wanted to look away but found that he couldn’t. His heartbeat thundered throughout his body and rattled his bones like an earthquake the longer he stared, the longer she stayed. There was something about this girl, he thought, there had to be. 

 Was it the way she seemed to stick out like a star in the night sky in the darkness of the forest? Was it the way her mere presence seemed to calm him, to soothe the lycanthropy inside his body? Was it the way she had touched him earlier, as if he were delicate, as if he were the most precious treasure she’d ever seen? Was it the way her dress fit to every curve of her hips, the way she carried herself with casual elegance and grace? Was it the way she looked at him, the way she studied him as if she were laying him out spread and open like a novel, reading through every single one of his pages to figure out his story?

 Remus wasn’t certain. But he found himself being pulled towards her as if she were a magnet and he was iron. It was like he couldn’t push her away even though he wanted to. Pushing people away was all he’d ever known— he’d pushed his father away, the village away, his mother away. Sirius never let him push him away so he stayed— and he got the sense the princess would do the same. 

 Sirius. Sirius knew the royal family, in fact, he’d been over at the castle earlier today. Perhaps he could ask him about her later. 

 “I best get going before I have an army searching for me.  Will I see you again?”

 Remus blinked hard once, twice, thrice, breaking himself away from his thoughts as he stared over to where she sat, head tilted and waiting. He thought back to the question she had asked him before and blinked again. 

 She was planning on seeing him again?

 Somehow, Remus felt like that wasn’t the most terrible idea in the world. The notion that he wanted to see her again almost made him nauseous— why couldn’t he push her away just like everyone else?

 Remus pressed his lips together the longer he gazed at her figure as she rose from the forest floor, brushing dirt and twigs from her skirt. “I feel like I could ask you the same question,” he replied and her hair fell over her face as she bit back a smile, but it didn’t stop it from reaching her eyes. 

 Remus’ heart skipped a beat in his chest and he swore he could feel his stomach do a somersault. 

 “I plan on it…” she paused, the phantom of an unknown name on the tip of her tongue. 

 So Remus finished her sentence for her. 

 “Remus.”

 Her teeth released her lips to release the smile she’d been holding back, “…Remus.”

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Sat on the Sidelines

Summary: Eddie punishes you and you call the safeowrd, queue the fluffy aftermath! Pairing: rockstar!Eddie x reader Trigger Warning: smut / safe word using / pushing past limits Content Warning: viberators / semi public / embarrassment / pet names / nudity / belittling / sir title /sub-dom dynamic / subspace

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Eddie knew you were being off, he wasn't dumb. he's been with you for enough years to be able to read you clear as day. So when you started going quiet at times, pulling away, being short and snappy, he had his suspicions.

But when them actions turned into him having to repeat himself multiple times, and after countless offerings to get you to open up only to be met with an overly dramatic "im fine" or "nothing" or "would you stop asking" he was seriously starting to lose his patience.

"Honey?" That deep warm croaky voice broke the nice silence that fell in your hotel room, you looked up from your book, he continued "You're not being honest with me lately. And you keep acting out: not listening, not replying, not being nice." He got up, silently taking your book out your hands - dog earring the page because he still cared. "I don't like telling you off, Honey, so I'm going to ask once more: What's wrong?"

You sigh at him, he was knelt on the floor next to the bed, but still you shake your head. "Nothing Eddie."

"Nothing: you don't wanna bother me. Or Nothing: you can't bring yourself to stay it. Or Nothing: I'm just feeling off all together?" You look at him flat - you can feel your own dead pan expression. "Baby," shaking hushed, he gets up and walks to his suitcase, still talking to you, "You know I don't like doing this. Lay down, please."

"But-t"

"Nah-ah" He's not looking but you could feel him switch, "You've had more than enough chances Babe. Now, lay down and be good for me." He continues after the sound of rustling stops, and walks back to the bed, "Good. Okay, I'm going to put this on your clit, and you're going to take it until I say you've had enough and maybe then you'll want to talk." As he talks in a slightly deeper much, more sterner voice, he wave the object in his hands. "Can I get a colour?"

"Green."

"Good. You part them legs for me and keep them hands above your head, yah?" Something about that condensing tone and how he's stood above you goes straight down south. "Good." And how he practically purrs at you too.

You didn't really think your week of mild weird emotions would lead you to being emotionally pinned to a king size bed in some random hotel in some random state in just a t shirt. The all too familiar buzz fills the room. Your body jumps and whines at the feeling "Oh now you want to speak?" Oh, that devilish teasing tone was back. "Pitty i'm not in the mood to hear it anymore."

"I'm- Sorry."

Eddie was stood at the foot of the bed shaking his head at you "Don't want to hear word from you, Pet, got it?"

You nodded, using a lot of self restraint to hold in the annoyed groan - you couldn't work out why he was getting under your skin. Eddie leant against the desk opposite just watching. You knew even with your eyes closed your every move was being monitored. Your whimpering, gasping, rolling of your hips, tummy tensing, bitting of your lips: all being watched.

You knew this was a punishment but when you could feel the wave in your groin growing it was hard to not be selfish.

"You need to cum?" You nodded vigorously "I asked you a question."

"Yes."

"Good. Cum as much as you can. Don't want you holding anything in." He jumped of the desk as he was sure you were cumming.

You were struggling to keep your legs open. You managed but your knee did start to face inwards. The struggle to keep quiet was painful enough, all you wanted was to talk to him, tell him how you felt, beg for him, ask him things, anything.

Upon hearing him get up, your eyes shot open to seeing him walking toward the door, "Eddie?" You repeated yourself a few times thinking you must have been speaking in your head, "Orange!"

He retracted back front being unseen due to a corridor, "You okay?"

"Please don't leave me." You almost jumped at how sorry and almost teary your voice sounded.

Eddie did too, he felt his heart crack. You had a pout accompanying the sorrow too, "Oh Sweet, I'm just going to Piss."

Your eye squeeze shut for a moment trying to fight the urge to making some sort of noise from viberator bullying you, "P-please dont- please-"

"I'll leave the door open, okay?" You nodded, "Good girl, remember to be silent" You nodded again, he blew you a kiss.

From the bathroom, he could see your legs slightly kicking out from the mirror. There was something he could never put his finger on when seeing and having you like this for him because of him, whatever that something was it made his heart tick over, like you were his own porn magazine come to life.

The sound of his phone ringing pulled you back into the room after your orgasm, you were sure your stomach muscles and thighs were going to feel all of this in the morning. Looking over at Eddie, he acknowledged the phone and put two fingers to his lips for you.

"Yeah?... Gareth, what?... Tonight?" His eyes were glued to you and you tried your everything to stay silent but the look was enough to make you dribble. "Dude! These shows have been so metal! Exactly man, did not think we'd ever to do this..." The intense eye contact and similarly intense vibrations... you could feel another orgasm approaching.

In your heart, you knew you didn't really want to cum again, you knew it was gonna be nothing but muscle spasms... the joyful feeling was starting to decrease. The fast approaching feeling was betting to pull strangled noises outta you.

Eddie removed his phone from his ear, eyebrows pitched to his hairline, "Why did I say?" Absolutely unfazed about being on the phone.

"Be quiet."

"What are you not being?"

"Quiet."

"And what will you be?"

"Quiet."

"Thought so." He nods, continuing his talk with Gareth.

Your head lulls back, you'd never felt so cloudy: unsure if you were enjoying yourself, unsure if the pain in your stomach muscles was satisfying, unsure why Eddie being so cold and stern felt so hot.

"Dude I'm so down to go out, but y/n's not feeling too hot... Yeah, still dunno what's up with her, I'm sure it's nothing, she's probably home sick, you know how the princess gets." Eyes still very much locked on you, he mouths 'colour' you mouth back 'green'. "Alright man, see ya in the morning."

The feeling of your orgasm had you tensing your face: brows knotted, eye clenched, lips rolled in. You were really trying your all to be good for him and follow the rules but you didn't know much longer you could go. The feel was so much that you hadn't even noticed you'd pulled your legs together.

Eddie jumped off the desk to part them, "Nah uh, you know the rules." It was a scoff if anything.

You knew Eddie was pushing you. You knew you wanted this, you both had recently spoken about it but you never thought exactly how intense it'd be for you to get used to. The feeling was immeasurable, it was a different sort of ache. Like a quiet numb. And you were slipping, you feel it.

Hands on your knees, he continued, "You got another one?" You shook your head violently no, "C'mon pretty, you've got one more in you."

You shook your head with more point, "No no no no"

"Yes yes yes yes"

"No no no no" Your voice was waving, all high pitched and broken - you were almost sobbing. It was all too much, Eddie was too much, the rattling between your legs was too much, the atmosphere was too much. You fought against him, pushed your knees back together and rolled yourself to the side, "No no- Red red red!" You howled, practically in tears.

At the sound of the word, Eddie felt himself zone back in. He took his hands off you, seeing you balled up. He felt like shit, how did he let himself get so caught up to not notice you not having fun anymore? He sat down on the bed next to you, removing the vibrator from your legs and turning it off, "It's over now, Love. C'mon, look at me."

You tucked more into yourself, crying, "I'm so sorry- I just- I wanted to be good."

"Hey" His heart broke, "Can I touch you?" He paid all his attention to you, spotting your nod, he rested his hand on your hair, stroking through it. "You did so good. So so good. I love you so much."

You roll over, peering over your arms, "Hi" He smiles down at you, tucking loose hair strands behind your ear, "So so good for me, you." He was speaking so quiet, so only for you and him to hear.

You look up at him, pouting your lips, he pouts back. "Wanna go for a bath?" The lack of verbal response is all he needed to know that you had fallen into your subspace.

A kiss to your hairline and he was getting up again. You couldn't help the way your brain shouted for him to stay, so scared he was going to leave, so in turn you couldn't help the way a tangled and whined "No" had the slipped through.

"What's wrong"

"No go."

He crouched down to meet you laying across the bed, "Got to go to run your bath, baby." You shook your head again, "Oh sad baby." His thumb ripped across the almost concrete pout. "You want to come help me?"

With a shy nod and small smile, he'd hiked you up in his arms and bounded towards the bathroom. Letting you sit on the toilet lid as he filled bath with water and bubbles, letting you mindlessly play with his free hand, rolling the rings and pulling his fingers, you had finally started to feel you brain simmer.

Eddie enjoyed just sitting and looking at you: you were that type of pretty he could never bore of, just simply plain captivating! "You did so good for me." He reminded, still a stupidly hopeless smile on his lips, "I'm so proud of you."

During his little moment, he'd pulled you in-between his legs, moving a hand to your jaw stroking your cheek. Moments like this were often for you both. Eddie's hectic life required small still to keep his feet grounded. But for you, they reminded you that his hash side was nothing but a sexual ego: that he still would lay over puddles for you to keep your feet dry; braid your hair when your muscles hurt; make the bed when you weren't feeling up for it; love you when you were struggling to love yourself.

"Can I take your shirt off?" Again, he spoke in this whispered tone not even the angels above could hear. You smiled, nodded and he was helping you.

When you got in the bath with Eddie knelt on the floor next to you, the heat hugging your tired muscles and the bubbles slightly tickling you as you moved: it felt like you'd died. Surely what had you done to deserve this?

You gazed your eyes from the space in the water to your boyfriend, unable to audible ask "Please come join me."

Eddie knotted his brows at you and you continued until he was able to understand. A small "ohhh- absolutely!" and he carefully pushed you forward so he could come sit behind you.

The feel of you both skin on skin, again the hot water hugging you, the cold wall Eddie rested his head on, you absently swishing the water and blowing the bubbles, him running his finger tips along your biceps: Eddie never though this was for him - written in stone in his family doctrine that soft sweet moments weren't even made for thoughts.

He felt his stomach settle - that weird wash of calm that hits everywhere at once but only shows itself as a small smile - and he was sure he was falling in love all over again.

He'd lent over to get the sponge and body wash and started to clean where he could: back, neck, torso, arms. Everything was always met with a kiss on the head, "You wanna do your feet for me? And down there?" His kiss was met with a cheeky smile and bubbles blown at him.

Once he'd dried and clothed himself, his full attention was back to you. You brain was starting to reload again, everything looking a little less hazy. "Legs up, Sweet." Towel around you, you were scooped out.

He plopped on the bed, telling you he was going to get all your little 'pretty bits'. He was glad to be met with a small "okay" and coy smile.

He helped dry you, and smother you in moisturiser - usually he'd put too much on and you'd tell him you now felt slippery and he'd defend saying 'you smelt like a flower shop so where's the bad bit?', but today the too much was met with a little 'eww' giggled as you felt it go on - give you a handful of kisses and got you dressed. The disregarded vibe was thrown aimlessly into the suitcase, and he jumped back onto the bed, patting next to him.

When the smile looked a little more bigger - with your eyes creasing now - he smiled back. He loved you all cloudy, airy and lost in your head but he feel in love with the bigger, louder, cockier you.

You jump back into his arms, face in his chest, his hands rubbing your back, "Thank you."

Another kiss to your head, "You know I'm always gonna be here." For you're lost in your head or when you can't get back in it.

"Yeah, just means more when it happens, ya know?"

"Wanna talk about it?"

You groan, smothering your face with your hands, embarrassed, "I'm so sorry- I know I've been weird this week. Sorry- I- um-" The thumb rubbing circles over your hips reminds you of his previous words, "I didn't want to be selfish."

"What-?"

"Eddie," You sat up, "This is your dream. And I love seeing you play your heart out every night, and seeing you do all the weird things on the side. I didn't want to distract you or make you enjoy it less because I was-"

"Hey, no, I'm going to worry even if you tell me or not."

"I know- but-"

"Tell me." The angels weren't meant to be listening to yous.

"It's so dumb. But I think I felt lonely? Or maybe, like I was in the way? I don't know-"

He stretched up, putting a hand on your cheek, "Why did you feel like that?"

"You're always so busy and caught up in all this," You waved your hand around the room "Which is so allowed and expected-"

"And so are your feelings. You felt like you being here was stopping me from having fun?" You nodded, his thumb stroked more intently, "You tell me next time. Don't make me do all that just to get you to talk."

You let out a breathy laugh, "Sorry."

"It's okay, you know i'm not mad or upset with you, yes?" You nodded, "You can tell me anything and I won't get mad." You raised your brows at him, "Well almost anything."

You laughed, and so did he. Once a little more quiet, you nestled back down into his chest.

"Can I ask though..." He felt you look up, "Why did you call the safe word?"

"Um... I think I got inpatient, or overwhelmed. It was hurting and I couldn't tell if I liked it."

"Okay, that's okay." He nodded along, "Thank you for using it."

"Thank you for listening." You smiled at each other, sharing an overly too intimate kiss, "Besides, Some wise sex god told it's there to be used, soo" You shrugged, pulled a laugh and another set of light kisses from him.

"You tell me when you feel lonely, yeah?" You nod, "And I'll try remember to check in on you more." You liked that one a bit more, nodding again, "I think I'll have to have a chat with this sex god about how to get rid of this loneliness." His tone was low, rigid and flirty.

"I love you."

"And I love you"

"Wanna go to sleep, or do we ring Gareth back to see what they're up to?"

"Oh god-" You groaned into him, he laughed, floating his hands up into your hair, brushing through it. "I forgot about that- I don't wanna face him tonight. Or ever."

"We could just hide in here forever."

"You've got interviews and shit?"

"Not unless I dont go."

You pull back up "Eddie-"

"The girl's feeling lonely, then doesn't except the company, how does a man win?" Dramatic, theatrical, attention loving - 3 key Eddie qualities.

"Shut up" You swat his chest laughing at him.

He smiled at you, "Seriously, I will call it all off for you."

"I know, but this is your dream."

"Wouldn't be worth a thing without you being here."

Seriously, you couldn't help the deadpan expression, "That was disgusting Eddie"

He gasped, hand to his chest, metaphorically stabbed "You are impossible!"

You chuckled at him, "I love you but I'm not immune to the cheese!"

"eh, you get to deal with it all day tomorrow now sooo" He smiled cockily and patted his chest "come give Daddy a cuddle."

"Oh my god-" laughing but still caving in, you laid back down onto him.

He groans into you, "mmm you're warm."

You sigh a smile "You too."

A kiss was felt to your hair, he felt a kiss to his chest. "Nu'night Eddie"

"Night love"

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I had this whole thing written out but it's honestly not worth getting into all the weeds. I'll try to keep it short.

I do apologize for phrasing, but it's like someone getting punched, another person saying they got stabbed, and then that person saying you're "trying to justify what the 'stabber' did" when you say it's not stabbing. So you up try to head that off by saying that punching is still *not good* but it just doesn't help.

You are the one saying "Closure" means "rape". I mean, I guess I can see how you could interpret it that way. But that's in no way explicitly stated anywhere in Worm (never managed to finish Ward and Worm is where you are claiming the rape was stated). I personally interpret it as being able to openly express her feelings without being met with disgust/getting to hear Victoria say she returns those feelings (obviously while knowing it's not real, but just getting to hear her say it)/getting a hug/saying goodbye. And that her "break" was just to have Victoria hug her/reassure her again.

And hey, it's fine if you interpret it the way you do. But people who don't aren't "rape deniers" or "canon ignorers". They just don't read it that way /shrug

It's completely possible to interpret what happened as not rape, but still very bad, and think that Victoria didn't deserve it (i.e. not demonizing her).

See, I feel that you might misremembering what went down with Amy. I made a big post about it here on the Victoria and Amy Timeline.

To summarize the events:

- Amy mind rapes Victoria into loving/being attracted to her

- 4 days later, Amy paralyzes and operates on Victoria without her consent

- Amy mind controls and kidnaps Victoria, refusing to undo the mind rape despite TT, Taylor, and Regent telling her to do so (TT even mentions that Amy’s doing this for her own selfish desires)

- Amy creates the cocoon shaped in Victoria image using stray animals, the cocoon healing Victoria in Arcadia.

- Amy tells Jack she’ll do whatever she wants to Victoria, in order to “trick him” into leaving

- Amy heals Taylor and refuses to remove the mind rape from Victoria, with Taylor realizing that Amy is going to do something bad, but she has to chase after Jack

- Amy kidnaps Victoria again and takes her to an abandoned home, so no one can find them

- 3ish days pass before Carol and Sarah are told by TT where Amy and Victoria are. Amy admits to Carol that Victoria was just “lying there” (remember, the pod was what was healing her, not Amy), and Amy realized she really could do what she told Jack.

- Amy then admits to using Victoria for “closure” and that she would wipe Victoria’s memories of what she did, so Victoria wouldn’t have to remember what that “closure” entailed.

- She also explains that it was during this “closure” that she would add things to Victoria, then go to change her back to normal, then take “breaks” to use Victoria again to make more changes to Victoria, and then repeat for several days

Even without Ward, it’s really clear that Amy used Victoria as a sex doll once the healing pod fixed her up.

Why do you think Victoria has so many hands? So many heads and faces? Multiple sets of tits and vaginas?

Do you really think Amy needed Victoria to have 4 pairs of tits and 3 vaginas to get Victoria to “hug” and say “I love you” (which is still molestation btw)?

Why do you think Amy not once fixed Victoria mind rape, but had no issue mind controlling her and altering Victoria’s memories to suit Amy’s needs?

Amy’s closure was to turn Victoria into her own person toy, a living fantasy, and it’s a scenario we see play out in Ward proper. Where Victoria is forced to watch herself from the perspective of a different head as Amy molests her.

Anything else is just denial, unfortunately.

#parahumans #wildbow #ward #ward web serial #worm #victoria dallon #wardblr #antares #glory girl #worm web serial #amy dallon #panacea #red queen #wormblr

[serotonins-stuff]

LIES | I.MIDORIYA

♡︎ warnings: mentions of being hospitalized + kisses

♡︎ Sypnosis: Your boyfriend Izuku pushes you away after failing to save you during a villain attack

♡︎ Genre: Contains a whole bunch of angst and some fluff with a happy ending!

♡︎They are aged up is this

"I'm fine, so you don't have t-"

"Do you expect me to believe that Izuku?" You furrowed your brows and crossed your arms angrily. "You're not ok, but you keep pushing yourself and you're starting to reach your limit".

You were standing in the doorway of the small apartment he recently started living in. He moved here to supposedly keep you from any danger.

He never even came to visit you. Too busy saving Japan with all the crime going on lately. After the enormous incident happened in the country and he got hospitalized along with many civilians and heroes. He felt as if it was his fault this whole time -like he could have been stronger or even faster.

He felt guilty for not being able to protect everyone and most importantly he felt terrible for putting your life in danger as well.

When he found out you were in the same hospital as him-he couldn't take it. He told himself he had to stay away to keep you safe, so that's exactly what he did.

He couldn't even recognize himself anymore. barely able to muster a smile or even so much as look you in the eye. He didn't enjoy this version of himself either. It brought back bad high school memories that would be better forgotten.

"Why are you doing this?" You teared up, your voice cracking when you stared up into his emotionless eyes "Why are you putting yourself through so much pain and pushing everyone away?!"

You inched closer to him, outstretching your arms to give him warmth- to give him someone to lean on. He dismissed your kindness by taking a step back, and you felt your heart crack. You couldn't read the expression his eyes held because they were casted to the ground, draped by his growing green locks.

"Why won't you touch me anymore?" You wept, allowing your hands to fall to your sides while your shoulders twitched violently. "You won't even look me in the eye"

You missed him. You missed his delicate touches and his words of affirmation. You miss his contagious laugh and kind heart. You miss eating ice cream with him from the tub while gossiping about your long day at work.

His hands clasped his pants tightly, and you could see his shoulders trembling as he struggled to talk. "I can't let you get hurt again" he whimpered "I can't fail this city again"

Just by the sound of his voice, you could tell he was hurting. Holding so many pent-up emotions. His tears fell freely, staining the floor beneath him.

"You did everything you could Izuku" You sniffled "You fought till the very end and that's all that matters"

"And I know you're worried about me but I'm fine ok?. My wounds have healed and my body is in peak condition." You moved closer to him again and this time he didn't move back. Cautiously, you lifted your hand to cup his cheek. He winced slightly at the warmth but allowed you anyway, clamping his eyes shut.

"Look at me" you pleaded "please"

How could he look at you when all he could think about was the numerous wires and tubes latched to your body on a hospital bed?

Your finger rubbed his cheek soothingly "it's ok, I'm here"

He raised his head gradually and you could see the way his lip was trembling. Slowly, he opened his eyes, sobbing when he saw the gentle expression on your face.

You were ok.

"I'm sorry" he sobbed louder. "I'm so sorry"

" Shhhhh You have nothing to be sorry about" you sniffled "You are the most kind, caring and selfless person I know. You're always putting others first even if it means risking yourself"

"But I need you to take a break Izuku, I need you to be selfish just this once" you grabbed him into a safe hug. "I need you to come home so I can take care of you"

He was a mess right now. An apologizing mess while he listened to your sweet words, clasping you tightly.

"I just wanted to protect everyone" he wiped his tears.

"The other heroes are taking care of that ok?" You reassured him. "Right now you need to take a break"

He pulled back from you slightly, and you did the same. Gazing into each other's glassy eyes as you smiled. Before you knew it you leaned into one another, sharing a long and passionate kiss. A kiss that revealed exactly how much you missed each other, a kiss that held so many mixed but powerful emotions.

How could he ever think about pushing you away when you were the light of his life?. When you stuck with him even at the toughest times. Heck-he doesn't even know where he'd be without you.

"I missed you so much" he pulled away, your faces wet with each other's tears "And I'm sorr-"

You cut him off with another kiss. Not wanting to hear another apology from him ever again.

"I missed you more "

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The end

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A/n

Thank you to everyone for all the love and support!

It warms my heart to see many of you appreciating my work.

Requests are open!

#anime and manga #fypage #my hero acedamia #mha izuku #izuku midoria x reader #bnha x reader #mha angst #mha fluff #serotonins stuff #plus ultra #oneshot #angst

[hinatastinygiant]

2 | 𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓜𝔂 𝓦𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮, 𝓣𝓸𝓸

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

The Author

TWO YEARS LATER

Y/N'S P.O.V.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Thor tells you as he grips both of your arms. "I know how much work we've all put into this."

"Can't you wait until after?" you question him, your eyes filling with tears. "I don't want you getting hurt again. Besides, my parents will kill you for leaving."

"It's just a routine trip," he promises. "Besides, my father has already given me the okay."

"But wait until he tells mine. Your father is more forgiving, my prince," you remind him. "Too much planning has gone into tomorrow night."

Thor sighs as he pulls you into a tight embrace. "I know, but this is my duty," he reminds you. "But don't worry, darling. I will be back by the end of the week. I promise."

You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into his shoulder and savoring the smell of his cologne. He's been gone a lot more these past few months. Especially lately, with the war growing.

"Please," you whisper softly. "Be safe."

"I will," he assures you, pulling back enough to kiss you. "Earth isn't too far."

"Only three million lightyears away," you smile sadly.

"No," he shakes his head before kissing your forehead. "It's only two point six."

You can't help the laugh that's pulled from your throat. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you, too," he nods. "But I'll be back before you know it."

"Okay," you sigh. "You should get going."

After Thor left, it was up to you to break the news to your parents. Thankfully, King Odin was able to assure your parents that it was all fine.

"Perhaps this change will be good," Queen Frigga smiles as she hugs you softly, expressing her sympathy for a young woman missing her betrothed. "Perhaps Loki will be able to attend the new date."

"Ha, I doubt it," King Odin shakes his head. "He never has time for his family anymore. Too busy trying to prove himself as nothing more than what he is. A selfish bastard."

"Odin," Frigga scolds. "We have guests. Be careful with your words."

You feel your face heat up in anger at the king's words, but you can understand why he's said them. The past two years have changed Loki into a completely different person than the one you grew up with.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Frigga sighs, offering you an apologetic glance. "Come, let's get you a room for the night so you don't have to make the long journey home."

"Thank you," you nod.

"I'm sure Thor would appreciate you staying," she adds. "You know you're welcome to stay here any time, my dear."

As you're guided towards your room, you can't help but think about Loki. You wonder where he is that he's not spending time with his family. You remember when you were kids and the four of you used to have tea parties, play hide and seek, and read together in the library. Those days have never seemed further from you than they do right now.

"Here we are," Frigga smiles, holding out her hand. "Dinner will be ready soon. Take all the time you need, sweetheart."

"Thank you, my queen," you reply, taking her hand and giving it a small squeeze. "I shall be down in a moment."

She gives you a sympathetic nod before leaving you alone in the large room. You can't help but sigh in relief. It's been a long day, especially after hearing the news about Thor leaving. You flop down on your bed and stare up at the ceiling. Just how many times is Thor going to pull this stunt?

***

"It's been a month, my king!" you hear Frigga shout from the other side of the door. You take a deep breath as you contemplate going in there, but you're not sure what else to do. You nod at the guard before allowing him to knock on the door and let you in.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," you announce, not bothering to wait for a reply. "But the preparations are nearly complete."

"Ah, yes," King Odin nods. "About that, Y/N, I've changed my mind."

"About what, my king?" you gulp, hoping to god he won't take this moment away from you.

"I don't think it's a good idea for you to go to Earth," he explains. "You've never been before and sending you alone is quite the risk. Especially now that Thor is missing."

"Missing, my king?"

"I've heard no word from him," the king shakes his head, causing your eyes to widen. "He hasn't made contact since he left. Something is not right, and until we can find him, I'm afraid I'm going to have to cancel the engagement. I'm sorry, my dear."

"But I-" you begin before he lifts his hand to shut you down.

"Not another word, Y/N. You are not to leave this palace," he orders. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to speak with my wife. Guards, please escort Y/N to her room and have someone posted at the door."

"Y-yes, my king," the guard nods as he motions for you to follow him.

Once the two of you are back in the hallway, you narrow your eyes. Spending all that time with Loki and Thor didn't amount to nothing, after all. Whenever you got the chance, you made sure to learn a trick or two from either of them, and they were always more than willing to teach you.

"You may post yourself outside the room, but I will need a little while to myself. It's been a hard day for me, and I'd appreciate it if you would give me some privacy," you lie as you reach your room.

"My princess?" the guard hums. But as he reaches you, a swift right hook knocks him out, and you can't help but feel proud of yourself. "Go to hell, asshole."

After changing into something a little less formal, you gather a few items and rush to the airship that the princes had shown you after one of their trips to Earth. You can't help the smile on your face as you climb into the driver's seat and fire it up.

"I'll find you, Thor. And you better be alright," you whisper, proud of yourself as you hit the lever and watch the ship shoot up into the air.

***

As your ship floats around just outside of Earth's atmosphere, you look down at the strangely round planet wondering where exactly it is that Thor could be. It all looks the same, yet somehow different from what Thor has described it to be.

Suddenly, a beam shoots past your window, and the ship rocks. "Shit," you whisper as loud blares of a warning sound off in the small ship. You look back, seeing three other ships quickly approaching. "Shit, shit, shit."

Without another thought, you push the lever forward and steer the ship through the atmosphere, hoping like hell you can find somewhere safe. However, after a few more shots to the engines on the ship, your engine fails, and you crash into the surface, your body jolting forward and hitting the control panel.

"Oh, gods," you groan, lifting your head. The blood begins to drip down your nose, staining the white shirt beneath your coat. You reach for the controls, but everything has been shut off. You're not getting off this planet anytime soon.

"Shit," you mumble, looking out the window to see several men approaching. They're wearing dark suits and helmets, guns raised and ready. Quickly, you scramble out of the ship and run as fast as you can on something you can only assume is what Thor described to you as sand. You run and run, hoping you'll be able to escape them, but they're faster than you, and soon you come face to chest with another person.

You gasp and take a step back. Humans are much quicker than you thought. And you didn't think they could be this tall.

"Y/N?" a familiar voice calls. You take a step back and to your amazement, Loki stands before you.

"Oh my gods," you whisper. "What the hell are you doing here? Did those people follow you, too? Do you have any idea where Thor is?"

"What?" he hums, not following you as you begin to ramble on and on. "Slow down, Y/N. I can't understand you. Why are you here? And why are you bleeding?"

"What do you mean why am I here? Thor hasn't been home in a month. We were supposed to..." You trail off when Loki's hand reaches up to your cheek and thumbs over the cut on your nose. "Loki..."

"Y/N," he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper.

"What the hell is going on, Loki?"

"I-" he begins, suddenly realizing how close he's allowed himself to get to you.

But before any more can be said, the group of strange soldiers approaches the two of you. Quickly, they explain that both of you are under arrest before grabbing you by the wrists and forcing you to your knees.

"Loki, what's happening?"

"Let her go," he commands. It doesn't seem like he knows who these people are either. "This is your last warning!"

A woman, seemingly the leader of this group which is rather odd to you, laughs. "No, this is your last warning. Besides, you wouldn't want us to take this pretty girl and leave you behind, would you?"

"You wouldn't," Loki huffs, standing his ground.

"Loki, what is she talking about?" you ask, looking up at him.

"I don't know," he growls, readying himself to fight. However, when he tries, the woman ends up slapping a collar around his neck. A moment later, she places one on you, too.

After being put through a series of multiple stupid situations, the pair of you are dragged into a courtroom. You are then forced into a chair in the back while Loki is pushed ahead toward the stand.

"How do you plead, variant?" the judge asks him as she looks down.

Of course, Loki gives her a witty response and the entire room audibly sighs. You can't help but shake your head as his powers fail to work in wherever we are.

"Alright," the judge sighs. "Prune him."

"What?!" you gasp, standing to your feet only to be shoved back down. Loki, while being pushed toward a glowing door, looks back at you with a worried expression.

"Don't worry, darling. It'll be okay," he assures you, a soft smile crossing his face.

"Wait," a man in the room suddenly speaks up. You watch as he approaches the judge and whispers something into her ear. She nods and waves her hand, causing the guards to release Loki.

"I have a much better idea."

"What are you talking about?" Loki questions, narrowing his eyes at the judge.

"The two of you," the man hums, ushering the guard near you to shove you toward Loki. "Are coming with me."

"Wait a minute," Loki argues, his eyes wide. "What do you want from her? She's done nothing wrong! This is all a mistake. Let her go," he continues, struggling against the two guards that hold his arms.

"You don't even know what's going on here," the man chuckles. "Come along, both of you. We're going to my office."

A few moments later, the three of you arrive in a large room that's like no study you've seen on Asgard or Astoria before. The man, who now introduces himself as Mobius, shoos the guards away and shuts the door behind the three of you.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" Loki whispers softly as he stands before you.

"I'm fine," you assure him. "Just confused and scared."

"You won't be scared for long," Mobius assures you. "In fact, you'll probably feel quite at home here."

The second Mobius' hand lands on your back, Loki rushes the man, but before he can reach him, he's suddenly transported into the chair in the center of the room.

"Loki!" you gasp, your hands flying up to your mouth. You try to turn around to make sure he's okay, but before you can catch a glimpse, you're pushed through a red glowing door.

As you stumble backward, you find yourself back on Astoria. Confused, you look around and find yourself in the center of a lavish party.

"Y/N?" you hear a voice call out to you.

You turn around as quickly as possible. Before you is Thor down on his knee. "Thor, what are you-"

"There's something I wanted to give you," Thor hums as he reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a small, velvet box. Opening it, he reveals a beautiful diamond ring. Your jaw drops, unable to believe what you're seeing for a second time.

"But you already-"

"Princess Y/N, will you marry me?"

"Thor," you mutter as he takes your hand and kisses the ring as he slips it onto your finger.

"What is it, my love?"

"I can't do this again," you frown. "I'm not doing this again."

"What are you talking about?"

You quickly pull out of his reach and run out of the room. But the second you think you're out, you find yourself right back where you started. What kind of hell is this?

"Y/N," Thor's voice calls out to you. Again, he gets down on his knee. "Princess Y/N, will you marry me?"

You look around the room where you spot Loki standing beside his parents, watching as his brother slides the ring on your finger. Tears swell up in your eyes as you take in how heartbroken he looks.

"Thor," you sigh, shaking your head.

"What's wrong, my love?"

"I'm sorry. I can't," you whisper, backing away. "I can't."

You escape, only to be brought right back.

LOKI'S P.O.V.

"Where have you put her?" my voice booms as Mobius turns to face me, wiping his hands.

"She's safe," Mobius replies, his eyes darting toward the glowing red door just before it disappears. "Just a little... confused."

"Bring her back," I demand.

"Yeah? Or what?" Mobius chuckles as he sits in the other chair in the room.

"Or I'll kill you," I growl.

"No, you won't. You don't have it in you," he hums.

"What are you talking about?"

Mobius tries to fill my head with lies about this place that I've been brought to. He tries to explain that there are all-powerful beings called Time Keepers who are in charge of my fate. However, I have no intention of being stuck here for the rest of my life. I need to find Y/N.

"And why did you bring her into this?" I snap. "What does she have to do with any of this?"

"She's a variant, too," he shrugs. "Figured that much was obvious."

At his words, I quickly rise to my feet and tighten my right hand into a fist. But before I can move, I'm right back in the same stupid chair.

Over and over, I try to escape. All I can think about is Y/N and how afraid she must be. If Mobius thinks he can scare me into submission, he has another thing coming. I'm not going to stop until I find her and make sure she's okay.

"Let me go," I demand, glaring daggers at the man.

Time seems to never end as I try countless times to get my hands on the TVA worker. But every time, I'm put right back into the same damned chair.

"Look," he sighs, leaning back in his own seat. "If I let you see her for a moment, to prove to you that she's alright, will you behave?"

"What do you want in return?"

"Nothing, yet," he smirks. "Only the promise that you'll listen to me."

"Fine," I huff. "But if she's hurt I'll tear you limb from limb."

Mobius chuckles at my comment and a moment later, the red glowing door reappears and Y/N stumbles forward. She looks dazed and confused as she catches herself on the corner of the table.

"Y/N," I call out, hesitant to get up from my chair. But when she realizes I'm here, she throws her arms around me. I swear my heart skips a beat as she pulls me into the tightest hug she's ever given me. I can tell just how scared she is. What has Mobius put her through to get her this worked up? "Are you alright?"

"I don't know," she whispers in my ear, causing a wave of chills to run down my spine. "What's happening, Loki?"

"It's okay, love," I promise, rubbing my hands up and down her back. "I'll get us out of here. Don't you worry. You're not hurt are you?"

"No," she answers, not releasing me. "They're going to make me marry him again. Over and over."

"They who? Who's making you marry him?"

"I'm so scared," she sniffles, her body beginning to shake in my arms. "I don't want to go back."

As I turn my gaze back to the man on the other side of the table, he simply clears his throat and fixes his tie. "Well, this has been an uncomfortable situation for all of us. Now, are we ready to get to work?"

"You're not going to get away with this," I growl, holding Y/N tighter. "When I get out of this damned chair, I'll make sure to wipe that smug smile from your face."

"I never told you that you couldn't get up," he simply shrugs. "And besides, it's not like you'll be able to go anywhere. Not while she's around. Now, I'm going to send her back, and if you would be so kind, you could start cooperating."

"At least let me walk her back to the door," I insist, and thankfully, the man agrees.

"Come on, Y/N, it's going to be okay," I whisper to her, gently coaxing her to her feet. "You'll be alright. I promise."

Just as I said, I walk Y/N to the door with Mobius following close behind us. But when I catch a glimpse of that time controller he's been using to keep me in the chair, I immediately yank her over and reach for it.

Moments later, we find ourselves in a different room. Y/N gasps at the sudden change of scenery before grabbing onto my arm and pulling me close.

"Where are we?" she asks.

"No idea," I admit, taking in the room around us.

"Oh my gods," she whispers as she lets me go and moves toward the balcony. The world we find ourselves on is unlike anything we've ever seen. "Is that magic?" she asks me.

"Mobius told me it's all real," I say as I look down at my hands. Well, my magic certainly isn't working here, at least.

"And you believe him?" she asks, nearly reading my mind.

"Well, I," I mutter. After everything he's said all day, I can't help but feel confused. "I'm not quite sure. Come on, we need to go."

With my hand on her back, I guide her down the hallway. However, our attempt at an escape is quickly put to a halt.

"What are the two of you doing out of the interrogation room?" a woman questions as she rounds the corner. It's the same guard that brought me here. Why can't I escape any of these bastards?

"Loki," Y/N mutters, taking my arm as hers once again. "Now what?"

"Now," the woman whose nametag reads B-15 says she lights the weapon in her hand. "You both are coming with me."

"Shit," I hiss, pushing Y/N behind me.

Without another thought, Y/N grabs my hand and pulls me after her. I stumble backwards as I allow her to lead me away. I can't help but take note of the way her hair blows in the wind as she runs. The way her skin glistens in the light. The way her chest rises and falls with each breath. If only she were mine...

"Loki," she snaps, catching me off guard.

"What?"

"We're trapped," she states, pulling me back to reality.

"Ah, Y/N," I nod, looking up. The two of us are alone now, trapped in a small room if that's what you could even call it. "A closet?"

She's so unbelievably close to me. I can feel the warmth radiating off her skin. I can smell the sweet scent of her perfume. It's been ages since I've been this close to her, and yet, I still feel so far away.

"What now?" she breathes heavily, looking at me with those big, beautiful eyes of hers.

"Well," I clear my throat, trying my best not to allow my gaze to wander. "Now we wait. Perhaps they'll just give up and we can walk out with the Tesseract."

"The Tesseract?" she repeats. "What is that? You better tell me what's going on or I swear-"

I cut Y/N off as I place my hand over her mouth. She narrows her eyes at me but once she hears the sound of footsteps closing in, she calms down. "Stay quiet," I whisper, leaning closer to her.

Her eyes dart down to my lips and for a moment, I swear I could die. "Y/N..."

"Loki, what are you doing?" Mobius' voice booms as he opens the door.

Quickly, the two of us jump away from one another. "Trying to get away from you, isn't it obvious," I sigh as he takes the remote out of my hand.

"Let's go," his voice booms as he grabs me by the arm. I struggle in his grasp as Y/N is pulled the opposite way with a different guard.

"Not without her!" I shout, watching as Y/N is dragged away.

"It's going to be fine," Mobius assures me as we enter his office again.

"Fine?! How the hell is any of this fine?" I snap.

"Look," he says as he turns and points at a small television screen. "I'll just explain it to you again."

The Author

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[akkkkollle]

heyyy idk if you do danganronpa anymore but after reading your breeding kink fic it's just pop into my head that Komaeda would also have breeding kink soo... Breeding kink Komaeda? Amab or Afab Komaeda either is fine

Pairing: Nagito × M!Reader.

Cw: kink on breeding, teasing, marking, orgasm control, cum inside, a little aftercare, fingering, semi-public sex, mentions of living together.

- I didn't think I'd ever write this, but... Enjoy, perhaps?

Moans resound through the room when your fingers slide into the hole of the Komaeda. His hand grabs his mouth to hide the sounds that come from his mouth when your finger touches particularly good places. His other hand is on the back of your head when you kiss and bite his neck, leaving hickeys all over his neck.

- Come on, baby, I want to hear you. - you whisper, biting his sweet spot between his neck and shoulder.

-B-but they'll hear me. - he says, stuttering when you bite his neck especially hard.

- I'll deal with them, it's not your problem. - you say, removing his hands. - Are you ready?

- Y-yes, please, it's so selfish, but... - he lifts his bare and skinny thigh, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

You grin, thrusting your dick into him, pulling out of him a moan that probably someone heard. You start the movement by wrapping your hand around his left thigh and squeezing it, leaving marks on his leg. You click when you grab both of his thighs, causing him to throw his head back with pleasure when you enter especially deeply and sharply. His hands cling to your shirt, crumpling the fabric as his ass squeezes around your cock.

- Baby, you're already twitching... Are you coming already? - you ask, running your finger teasingly over his dick.

-Ah, y-yes. I—, ah, sorry, it's so ni—... nice, m/n!- he groans, laying his head on your shoulder.

- Well, no. You're not coming now. - you wrap both of his thighs with your hand as the other squeezes the base of his cock, making him whine. -When I cum inside you, then maybe I'll let you.

He nods as tears roll down his face from postponing orgasm. But honestly... He doesn't care if he comes. His legs tighten around your waist when he feels that you are abusing his prostate, and frankly, he would have fallen if you hadn't held him.

You growl, shifting it to some puny table next to you. His legs, still wrapped around you, are shaking. Drool and tears flow down his snow-white cheeks. His neck and chest are completely covered with your hickeys. His mouth is slightly open and the magnificent moans of your name come from him. Well, what a nice picture, huh? Your hand throws both of his legs over your shoulders in order to bend them to his chest, making him almost suffocate from how deep you began to enter. Your hand is still squeezing his base and does not let him come and he thinks he would have finished 10 times already just because it's you.

- Fuck... I'm coming now, Nagito. Should I cum in your cute little ass, huh? You'd like to get pregnant by me, right? You'd be an amazing mom, handsome. - you laugh when his face takes on a surprised expression, but immediately changes to an expression of complete ecstasy.

- Y-yes, M/n! Cum inside me, please. I, I want... - he swallows, looking into your predatory eyes and his cheeks turn redder than a tomato. - I so want to get pregnant from you!

That's honestly all you needed. You let go of his base and feel how he immediately spills sperm on both of your breasts. His hands grip your shoulders harder when he feels you're still fucking him. He feels you twitching in his ass and finally after a few seconds you cum in him, pulling out a quiet sob from him from the feeling of fullness. He closes his eyes and groans slightly, feeling you pull your dick out of him. But immediately a sob comes from his throat, feeling the familiar feeling of fullness.

- Why are you moaning like that? We can't let my sperm go to waste, can we? - you say, shoving your cum back into his ass and pulling him by the hand, putting him on the table.

Your hand zips up his shirt, wiping off his cum and pulls on his underwear with trousers. When he comes to himself more or less, he sees how you fasten your belt, looking into his eyes. You pull him off the table when you feel his legs still shaking. You put him back down, leaning on the closet of the utility room.

-I'm sorry for causing such problems...-he says softly, feeling his throat ache.

-Well, you're the mother of my future children, so why not? - his cheeks flush red when he sees you looming over him. - Now we can't continue, but in the evening I will fuck you until your little tummy swells from the amount of my sperm in it, okay?

He lowers his head, hiding his red face. The future? You want a future with him... He nods, even though you both know he can't get pregnant. But the idea itself... He gets up and goosebumps run down his back when he feels a couple of drops of sperm run down his legs. Well, it's going to be a long day.

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[quintenrosenburgwrites]

mirren sketches >:)

lyrics are from Mixed Messages and Red Flags btw

OH ALSO i wrote some dialogue stuff, see under the read more! warning for some humor that's way more nsfw than i'd usually post (i mean. come on. it's dialtown. they're awkward as hell. they're obviously gonna say something questionable /lh) also some more serious stuff (self hate issues, depression, anxiety)

Nice/Fun stuff:

- They say pretty much everything that comes to mind, and once they get a train of thought it doesn't take long for it to derail and crash through a small community, leaving a trail of destruction behind it. TLDR they're really rambly.

"Birthdays are kinda weird. Like obviously there's the whole counting down to your death thing, but also, like. You're basically celebrating the anniversary of you getting evicted from your mom's, uh. You know. Okay that sounded REALLY, extremely, UNCOMFORTABLY Freudian. Can we PLEASE pretend I never said that? Thanks. Oh, right, the murder case."

- They have a tendency to just accept things and move on without commenting further.

"Oh. You lay eggs. Anyways, can you help me break into the ticket booth? I need to check the entry records."

- They're a fucking dork /pos (They're really sweet, but in a convoluted way)

"I, uh, please don't think this is weird, but I made characters for both of us! This one's named May, and they're kinda a failure. They failed their parents, they failed their old best friend, they failed their job. They used to think they had no redeeming qualities. Then, one day, they meet the other character, Ginger. Ginger seems terrifying initially, and even if it isn't obvious at first, they're not actually human. Ginger and May go on a journey in which May tries to learn magic in order to protect people and redeem themself for their past actions, even though they despise the idea of learning magic, but, eventually... Ginger helps them see their own value, helps May see that they're a person too. They are allowed to be selfish sometimes, they're just as worthy of happiness as anyone else. And, uh, maybe... Maybe that saved their life a bit. And maybe, May is allowed to do things for themself sometimes. Ginger means a whole lot to May, even if they have trouble expressing it, and... uh, I guess that's everything. Um. What do you think?"

Serious, bad stuff:

- They see very little value in themself, and tend to expect others to insult or make fun of them. To combat this, they typically are quick to insult themself, in an attempt to get there before anybody else can. It hurts less if they're the one saying it.

"And before you say it! I know it's super annoying when people are constantly insulting themselves, cause like it comes off as compliment seeking, right? I promise that's not what I'm trying to do, I'm just kinda trying to warn you I guess? But, uh, that's still no excuse, and I can totally just shut up if you want! Or, wait, I shouldn't have assumed it's annoying you, I could just be restating what you're thinking? I mean, the things I'm saying about myself aren't exactly incorrect- Just, let me know if I'm being annoying. I'd rather shut up than annoy you, haha. ha. Wow, that sounded fake."

- They tend to blame everything on themself, and act very self destructively.

"Oh god, this is all my fucking fault, I'm so sorry. It's okay if you hate me- or, no, you SHOULD hate me! Fuck, I'm- Why did you even talk to me in the first place?! Do you realize- If you just- You would've been better off if you just walked past me and ignored me! I need to- This is for your wellbeing, being around me is only gonna make things worse for you. I'll be fine, just- Don't follow me. I mean, I don't know why you would in the first place."

- They put everyone else before themself.

"I need to make it up to them, even if I ruin my life in the process. It's not like my life was looking particularly bright in the first place, which is entirely my own fault, so, y'know. Yeah."

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[aresrambles]

Hi can you do dinxreader, where the reader is friendly and a bit talkative and all of the sudden din says something that’s makes the reader go completely quite. They just remain quite rest of the way Bcz they’re hurt and din just gets weirded out by the silence. I love angst lol. Thank you so much!

White Noise

mando x gn!reader - din snaps at reader, (maybe toxic!din?), angst, fluffy ending (1028 words)

a/n: thank u for ur request anon!! i hope this is okay, i ended it with a fluffy ending. i'm not great at angst yet but hopefully i'll improve when i keep at it ☆

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"Remember the last time we were on Coruscant? I had the craziest kriffing time."

You happily chatter away next to your stoic companion, who stares at the array of dimly lit controls that lay in front of you.

"Maybe it's because I'm just from some lame village," You lean your head back against the headrest and sigh, eyes becoming glossy due to the bright shooting lights of hyperspace. "But Coruscant has always been so attractive to me." You're unaware of Din's twitching fingers, and instead fixated on the expanse of stars behind the glass. Perhaps if you had been paying a little more attention, you would have read the uncomfortable posture your companion had adopted; jealousy settling into his nerves. He remains silent as you continue, not offering any sign of acknowledgment of your monologue.

"The city is insane, and some people there look so high-class. Those silky evening dresses and shirts! Maker, such stupidly unique fashion and the droids are so advanced! I think I went clubbing once and there was this one particular type of droid that-"

"Can you shut up?" Din finally snaps, helmet glaring at you. You immediately pause in the midst of your ramble, eyes wide and heart racing at the sudden outburst. You were accustomed to seeing Din act coldly, however he had never treated either you or Grogu in this manner. Not ever. You can only clamp your mouth shut and redirect your gaze down to your boots, humiliation taking ahold of your body. Were you speaking too much? Did you say something to irritate him? The Mandalorian seemed fine when you had all boarded the ship, and had even insisted on putting the kid to sleep to allow you some time to rest. You wish for the seat to swallow your body up so you didn't have to bear the now aching silence of the cockpit. You wish for Din to tell you what you did wrong. A half-hearted apology begins to crumble and travels down from your mind into your mouth, but you stop yourself. You haven't done anything wrong, to your knowledge, so why did Din feel the need to act like that? To make you feel so shitty for just trying to make conversation?

Instead, you turn your body away from him and settle further down into the seat, face turned away from him so your expression would be unreadable. Or so you thought. Din watches your face through the warped reflection in the glass screen surrounding you both, fixated on every minor twitch or blink on your features. He knows his reaction was unwarranted, but when you don't reply to him at all, he begins to worry. How was he supposed to say that the first time he saw you back in Coruscant he was hellbent on keeping those so called "high-class" bastards away from you? That he trekked through the city in a selfish stakeout to keep you out of harms way, and coincidentally run into you at a bar in the midst of the night? That the very idea of you being impressed by those narcissistic and sleazy bastards was making his stomach turn?

He's unable to do any of those things, and can only grip onto his levers a little tighter than before as the Crest runs the course of its journey in an unsettling quietness. The sort of discomforting silence that it hadn't experienced since back when Din would travel alone. Although it was an unwelcome change to your journey, Din couldn't find it in him to speak once more. Guilt nestled itself between all of the silent gaps and soon enough the only thing to have caused any commotion was Grogu's soft cries once he had awoken from his nap. You inwardly thank the Maker for his well-timed disturbance and rise from your seat to tend to him, before feeling cool leather wrap around your wrist.

You both remain there, still for a few seconds, before Din gets up properly and tugs you back away from the ladder. He leaves you alone in the cockpit whilst Grogu's distressed gurgles turn into barely there snores- no doubt the result of his father's swaying and cooing. The thought makes your stomach tighten in what can only be embarrassingly described as affection. You don't hear him when he returns, too absorbed in your own thoughts to be aware of the faint clank of DIn's feet against the floor.

"I apologise."

"Oh. No, it's fine. I guess all fathers want to spend quality time with their kids."

"What?" DIn's helmet cocks to the side in confusion, before he shakes it and settles back into his seat. "No, I mean about earlier. It was... wrong of me to behave in that manner. I'm sorry."

Oh. You can only shrug your shoulders and smile in an attempt to brush it off, not wanting to make a big deal out of it in front of him. Din seems to know that you're putting up a front, and continues,

"I love hearing you talk, but Coruscant- I'm sorry. It's selfish but it's like it threatens to take you from me. It may be beautiful but it's... unsafe. I don't like remembering when you were back there. What if I can't protect you this time? What if you get hurt?"

Your eyes struggle to focus on the beskar-clad man in front of you, becoming fuzzy with tears. "I thought that I had done something to upset you." You mumble, irritation dissipating. Din was, as always, simply concerned for your safety. You shake your head and stifle a pained chuckle, wiping your eyes. "That was messed up." you end up on, inching towards him.

Din welcomes you with open arms, guiding your head into his chest and settling his helmet into the crook of your neck.

"I really am sorry, I won't ever speak like that to you again. I just need you safe, meshla."

You hum in understanding as his hands drop to your back, drawing soft circles underneath your shirt. It was a sweet warmth in comparison to the icy atmosphere prior, and your mind begins to relax completely. Soon enough, the Crest's quiet doesn't seem so awful anymore.

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[gabriels-wings-of-freedom]

The Nephilim (Part 2)

Gabriel learns he needs to give up his grace in order to save your life. When the time comes, will he be able to pay the price?

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy and childbirth

Part 1

"My grace...? What will that accomplish?" Gabriel stood on the defensive. If there was a way to save you, save you both, he wanted to do it.

But having to get rid of his powers...that was like getting rid of himself. It was hard to come to terms with. He didn't know if he could be human like Castiel has before. Gabriel has been with his powers for too long.

"Not all of it...just most of it. You would essentially be human until it comes back." Castiel quickly said when he saw the hesitation in Gabriel's eyes. If there was one thing that was always important to the archangel, it was his powers. This was a very tender situation, and Castiel didn't want to leave any details out.

"Again...what will that accomplish?" Gabriel repeated himself, hands on his hips.

"A lot of things are still uncertain...but from what was read, your grace will counter the nephilim's. It will give Y/N enough strength to give birth to such a powerful child, which still won't be easy." Castiel explained, nerves setting in as he watched Gabriel's expressions.

"And it has to be my grace?" He asked, and Sam gave him a look.

"Gabriel..." Sam said in shock. He couldn't believe that the archangel wouldn't do this for you when he was so desperate to save your life.

Castiel sighed.

"Yes. It has to be from the grace of the angel who sired the child." He said and Gabriel went silent. In fact, the three of them were silent. What more could be said besides having time to think. With that in mind, Castiel and Sam excused themselves to talk to the others.

For Gabriel, he had so many thoughts running through his head that days blended together. He was scared, conflicted, and just didn't know what to do.

But he wasn't running away this time.

Gabriel knew you needed him, and he knew that this pregnancy wasn't easy for you. Already you are having cramping pains and other sorts of discomfort. It was hard for him to be around you, whether it be from guilt or fear. But he tried to keep you comfortable, and told himself that everything would be fine...so long as he gave up his grace.

"It will come back...think of the bigger picture Gabriel." He would tell himself each time a selfish thought entered his head. The archangel also knew that the others were just as stressed as he was.

"At least she isn't pregnant with Lucifer's kid." Sam tried to be positive, but even Gabriel could feel Dean's glare from where he was eavesdropping.

"If he cared...she wouldn't be pregnant at all. And we wouldn't have to deal with this crap." Dean said.

"It was a mistake, Dean. We have the solution. Everything will be fine." Sam said in his reasoning voice.

"And that's because you're assuming that Gabriel isn't the same selfish bastard he was when we first met him." Dean said and Gabriel fought the urge to rush out into the library and tell him otherwise.

Because he was kind of right.

"If he doesn't give Y/N his grace," Castiel's voice soon entered the scene, "she will die, and the child will be hunted. Not only that, but they will grow up with a vendetta against him. They will know what he did."

Those words alone made Gabriel sneak off with a broken heart. He was always the childish archangel, looking at himself and not others. But Castiel's words made him realize that the child was a big part of this equation. It was easy to forget while you were pregnant, but if you were absent from their life, they would have nothing to turn to but him. And that scared the hell out of him more than losing his powers.

So, Gabriel sought you out. He needed you to give him some comfort. He had to embrace this situation.

"Y/N, are you awake?" His voice was soft as he stepped into your room. You were curled up in blankets awkwardly so as it was getting harder to sleep with each passing day. Also, you guys haven't really talked since the grace issue came up.

"I am now." You said sleepily and he apoligized.

"I just...need to hold you." Gabriel hated how vulnerable he sounded. You were about to ask him something, but the fear in his voice caused your maturing maternal instincts to kick in. So, you just opened your arms and allowed him to curl up with you.

"I love you...both of you..." He confessed, and you just sighed happily. You missed having him this close to you. As Gabriel was here, you snaked your hand through the blankets to find his. Once you had his hand in yours, you moved to place it on your rounded belly.

You would never understand why it made him so tense.

"We love you too." You said, looking at him with warmth and hope. Gabriel knew then what he had to do for you. He needed to give up his grace.

But as months went by, he hasn't made any move to extract any.

Was he selfish? Afraid? You were supposed to have the baby any time now, and he hasn't made any preparations. The boys and Castiel were on his ass about it, but it was like he was frozen. He couldn't think straight, act straight, any of it. Gabriel has never felt so lost, so Castiel took him aside in the bunker to allow him to talk it out a bit.

"And human fathers think they have it bad...they don't know a thing about angel fathers..." Gabriel said while rubbing his face, clearly distraught.

"Probably because God intended angels not to be fathers." Castiel said plainly, not helping the archangel.

"I know! I know this wasn't part of Dad's grand plan! But I'm a screw-up! Remember Castiel?" Gabriel was losing it, raising his voice and throwing up his hands. All his emotions were catching up to him, but Castiel remained calm.

"And it doesn't make you any less of an archangel." Castiel finished his thoughts, and Gabriel kept silent. He wasn't just referring to being a father. He was talking about Gabriel losing his grace. The archangel would still be himself.

Suddenly, before any more conversation could be done, Dean rushed into the room, looking paler than a vampire.

"Code baby in Y/N's room."

Now everyone seemed to pale, and even Castiel didn't need an explanation as to what that meant. Instead, he placed a hand on his brother's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. Then, they all snapped into action when Sam shouted for them from across the bunker, causing them all to run and trip over one another.

When they reached your room, Gabriel felt like he stepped into one of his own fake realities. Nothing felt real. But when he saw you laying there, sweating, and looking like you were at death's door, he knew how real this was. The archangel wanted to comfort you, do everything his instincts were telling him to do, but nephilim births aren't like that of a human. They were quick, and they were fatal.

Your screams and curses soon resonated throughout the bunker as the worst of the contractions came to you. It felt like your entire body was on fire and that you were being ripped apart from the inside. Gabriel and Dean were holding your hands as Sam and Castiel were on doctor duty.

"Your grace Gabriel! Give her your damn grace!" Dean shouted over your screams, which now sounded more like you were in desperation rather than pain. You were nearing the end, and it was painfully clear. Your swollen belly heaved and strained through each contraction as the child ripped you apart from the inside.

According to Sam, you were nearly ready to start pushing, and that was assuming you heard him. However, your body would tell you to do so regardless. And at that point, the birth of the nephilim would be your death.

What happened next felt like it was in slow motion.

Gabriel released your hand and rushed over to where Castiel was. The archangel grabbed a pair of scissors and opened them, placing his fingers between the two blades. Then, he made his way back over to you, and sat right in front of you. Your vision had gone blurry, but you knew he was there.

With a couple of deep breaths, Gabriel brought the scissors up to his throat, and slit it open gently.

The blue whisps of his grace began to leak out.

A lot of things began to happen at that point as you began to receive his grace. You seemed stronger somehow as you began to push your baby out via Sam's words. Dean continued to comfort you, and Castiel watched with worry. Gabriel could feel his powers draining as you took more and more of his grace. This went on for about ten minutes before he had nearly nothing left to give you.

But by then, it didn't matter. The cry of a baby was heard and your cries had ceased.

Immediately attention was on the newborn in Castiel's arms, Dean leaving your side to go and look. Gabriel got up and used his scissors to cut the cord before placing them aside and leaning against the wall. He felt so weak.

"It's a girl." The angel said, and the Winchesters tilted their heads at the little pink thing.

"She looks so...normal." Sam said. Sure, he hasn't seen many babies, but he was expecting a bit of a difference.

"What were you expecting Sammy? A full-grown woman?" Dean retorted and Sam rolled his eyes.

"You can't see everything...she has wings." Castiel announced, and the boys looked at her in awe. Gabriel took a couple steps forward to look at her...his daughter. She was tiny, pink, and squirmy. That was how he first described her in his mind. But she had whisps of brown hair, and he began to pick out features of you.

You.

Your silence from all this caught his attention and he immediately forgot about the baby and went to your side. You were laying there, still, and your eyes were closed. Gabriel felt like everything froze.

"Y/N...Y/N!" The desperation in his voice as he shook your body caused the baby to start crying. Castiel immediately handed her off to Sam and went over to you and Gabriel. He was quick to put his fingers on your neck.

"She has a pulse...breathe..." Castiel said calmly, and Gabriel deflated in relief. As he looked closer, he saw the rise and fall of your chest. Your breathing seemed strong and healthy.

"Then...what's wrong? Why isn't she awake?" Gabriel asked Castiel, catching the attention of Sam and Dean, who were also now worried. The baby's cries soon turned into whimpers, as if she could sense the tension.

"I'm guessing she needs to sleep off your grace...Y/N needed it to get through the birth, but she also needs to get the leftover grace out of her system. The only way a human should do that is through sleep." Castiel explained, hoping that was the reason for your unexpected slumber.

"So, what? She's in an angel coma?" Dean asked and Castiel gave him a look.

"For a lack of a better word. Yes, an angel coma." Castiel complied with the name. Then he looked back at Gabriel.

"She should wake up in a few days." The angel reassured Gabriel, who now felt even more relieved. It had worked. You and his baby were alive, and everything was going to be okay.

"Gabriel." Sam's voice cut him out of his thoughts, and Gabriel stood up on shaky legs to see Sam holding out the small bundle to him. The tiny bundle that contained his nephilim daughter, who was probably very confused at the moment.

"You should hold her." The younger Winchester said with a smile. With shaky arms, Gabriel took the baby and was surprised by how light she was. When he looked down at her, she looked back up at him like he was her whole world.

Without his grace, he could feel tears threatening to spill as so many human emotions overcame him.

"Hey there...I'm your dad, gumdrop." He said in a loving yet quiet voice. Seeing that everything was alright now, the other three left the room to give some privacy.

In Gabriel's arms, the baby girl squirmed around a bit and reached a tiny hand up. Instinctively, he held out a finger, which her tiny hand immediately held onto. She seemed so calm afterwards, knowing that she was safe.

"Gumdrop...that's what we're gonna call you until your momma wakes up." Gabriel said with a pleased smile. However, as he said that another daunting thought soon came to him as his daughter began to whimper once more.

He would have to look after the baby on his own for a few days...as a human.

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I hope everyone enjoyed Part Two! If anyone wants another part, let me know in the comments below! (Gosh I sounded like a Youtuber XD)

#supernatural #supernatural imagines #supernatural gabriel #gabriel #gabriel x reader #gabriel imagine

[sammyxme]

Imagine comforting Sam when he’s depressed (part one).

Pairing: Sam x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Depressed!Sam, Suicidal Thoughts, me projecting onto Sam, soulless Sam. TW don’t read if you’re struggling and can’t handle angst atm. My dms are always open to chat.

It had been a while since Sam had gotten his soul back. As his girlfriend, you were really concerned about Sam's mental state. He did so many terrible things while soulless. But it wasn't him. It didn't seem to matter to Sam. You noticed he hadn't been eating much over the past few days, and not to mention he's always plagued with nightmares. Sam was sitting on the motel bed, head in his hands.

"Sammy? You really should eat something, baby."

His head jerked up, realizing your presence. The way you stood in front of him, eyes filled with concern. You took notice of his red rimmed eyes, as well as the lack of sleep.

"Sorry, I just need some air."

He tried to stand from the bed, but fell back down. It must be affecting his body at an unhealthy level, if he couldn't even sit up without falling.

"Sammy, I know how it feels when you think everything is your fault. I know the world is pretty dark for you right now."

You sat next to him on the bed. Your hand finding its way through his hair.

"But you need to eat and drink and get some exercise. This isn’t healthy.”

Sam didn't know what else to do. He hated it when you got like this. Usually, he would have no problem telling you that he was fine, then leaving the room and going back to hunting. But he can't bring himself to do it today. He felt like giving in.

"Sam?"

Your soft voice snapped him out of it. He looked up to see you frowning. His face softened, seeing you worried. Your arm snaked around his waist, pulling him closer to you. You rested his head against your shoulder and began rubbing slow circles on his lower back.

"Hey. It's okay, Sam."

He looked at you, seeing tears pooling in your eyes. He quickly wiped them away before they could fall.

"I love you so much, Sam. Everything will be okay. None of this is your fault, okay?"

He felt guilty, knowing that he hurt you. He never wanted to be the cause of pain to anyone. He remembered the day he first came back, soulless. He had hurt you badly after getting in an argument. Sam had hurt himself over it multiple times, one cut, one bruise for every time he hit you. But it still wasn't enough, though the scars remained. You didn't know about his self destructive behavior yet. And he intended to keep it that way. What you don't know won't hurt you.

"Sammy?"

His gaze snapped back into focus.

"Hey, look at me."

He reluctantly met your eyes. You gently caressed his cheek, making sure he was looking you in the eye. You brought your other hand up to cup his chin.

"Don't ever blame yourself again. Okay? And tell me when you're struggling.”

You smiled at him, kissing his forehead. He leaned forward and gave you a hug, pressing your bodies close together. It was all he needed, to feel you close to him. Even if it made him feel slightly pathetic. You held onto him tightly, running your fingers through his hair.

"I don't deserve you, (Y/N)."

The words slipped from his mouth before he realized what was happening. You instantly pulled away, confusion evident in your expression.

"What are you talking about? Why do you think that?”

"I'm sorry. It's nothing...really."

You placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You can tell me, Sam."

You stared expectantly at him, waiting for an answer. It took a minute, but finally he decided to confess.

"It's just...I know it's selfish of me to say this, but I don't know if I should want to live anymore. I've done such horrible things to you, to Bobby, to Dean. I'm poison, (Y/N). I should’ve been left in the pit.”

"And how do you figure that? Because you're a monster? A soulless demon? That's bullshit, Sam. You aren't any of those things. Sure, you have your bad moments, especially lately. And sure, you make mistakes, like I know I do. But you're you again, Sam. And I love you."

Suddenly, Sam got up and excused himself. He didn't deserve this. He couldn't get too close to you.

"Yeah, um. I'm going out. Gonna go hunt for that Shapeshifter."

He grabbed his jacket and left, slamming the motel door behind him. He didn't want to let you see him breaking down like this. So he tried to hide behind a cold exterior and denial, to cover up his sadness. He hoped that it'll help him. And he'd take whatever he had.

(A/N: damn hit me right in the feels TT anyways hope you cried- I mean liked it.)

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[thepenultimateword]

Biggest Fan Part Four

Part One Part Two Part Three

"You know I publicly announced our relationship so that we could go out, right?" Hero said, chin rested puppylike on the edge of the table.

Villain broke apart their chopsticks with a light snap and began heaping a pile of steaming chow mein on a paper plate.

"Yeees, but I like eating in. You don't have to worry about waiters or noise or anyone watching you. Plus, I can do this." They leaned across the table and pecked Hero on the forehead.

A wave of heat immediately washed over Villain's face but luckily Hero's ears burned brighter. They were never going to get used to this, were they? Maybe they were both hopeless.

Hero tugged a piece of blonde hair over their face in an attempt to shield their embarrassment, but it only reached to their eyebrow. "I...suppose that's a pretty big plus."

Villain grinned and went back to hovering chopsticks over take-out boxes. "What entrees do you want?"

"Orange chicken and Szechuan pork."

Hero slowly rose out of their melted blushing puddle and leaned in a little, eyes steadily watching as Villain began folding back the taps of more boxes. They were only divvying out dinner, but from Hero's expression, you'd think they were balancing knives on their nose while doing the ballet.

"I really do want to take you places," Hero said abruptly.

"We do go places."

"Movie theatres, plays, really dim restaurants, places people can't make out our faces. I know what you're doing."

Villain flinched. Their chopsticks squeezed too hard on their egg roll, and it began oozing cabbage out of the middle. "You do?"

"It's sweet,” Hero said, fingers brushing Villain’s wrist, “but you don't have to worry about me, Savant. I'm fine. I don't care what anybody thinks. I just care about you."

They barely held back their sigh of relief, though the sick feeling in their gut remained persistent. Would Hero be so nonchalant if they knew the truth? Probably not. This time, this bliss, it was a miracle. One that Villain probably didn’t deserve, but they were too selfish to give up.

Villain forced a coy smile before selecting an especially fat piece of orange chicken between their chopsticks and holding it out to them.

"We've only known each other a few months. Where do you get off being so cheesy?”

Hero took the chicken in their teeth and mumbled out the side of their cheek. “Probably you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah," Hero said, chewing. "All that ‘I’m your biggest fan; you're so attractive; I kiss a poster with your face on it’ stuff? Super cheesy. Royally cheesy."

"Pretty sure I never said any of that."

"I read between the lines."

Villain snorted. “Oh riiight. It's not like you're the one who asked me on our first date, begged me to be your partner on live television, and drew me on a trading card that you keep on your nightstand. You’re obsessed with me.

“Obsessed?” Hero grinned, leaning in further on their elbows now.

Villain mirrored their movement. “Completely."

Hero swallowed and came within a blushing inch of Villain's face, breath blowing out sweet and vaguely citrus across the arch of the nose. “Well, I suppose that's hard to help when a gorgeous, talented, fiery bombshell falls in your lap and admits they like you."

Villain closed the gap softly, the feverish heat escaping off their skin only a smolder against Hero's mouth rather than the scald of their first kiss.

Hero pulled back just far enough to show the dusty pink airbrushed across the bridge of their nose. "Plus, you give the most addictive kisses."

Villain kissed them again in reply, slowly inching from their lips up the curve of their jaw. Little temporary scorch marks, one for each kiss, trailed their face in warm red. The bad feeling in Villain's stomach remained only a flickering candlewick now. No need to worry yet. They still had time.

Hero broke off Villain's next kiss with a tactical turn of their head, pressing their foreheads together and unfairly incapacitating them with those crashing wave eyes. They wound a piece of Villain's charcoal hair around their forefinger. “So there’s this party going on at city hall. It’s not really a company party, but a lot of company people are going to be there. And I was thinking maybe we could go together?”

Villain froze solid, lips still parted and puckered.

“Please?”

“I don’t know—“

Savant. Please.”

Hero's brow had scrunched somewhere between hopeful and desperate. Villain had already successfully avoided the agency's Valentine's and Spring Fling parties, as well as a couple personal dinners with Hero's closest coworkers, but with each new batch of made-up plans, the light in their lover's eyes died a little more.

"I..."

Hero bit their lip in anticipation, hands subconsciously squeezing Villain's wrist and the edge of the table.

Maybe they could wear makeup. Lots of makeup. And...do something about their hair. Cut it or dye it or something. They'd heard that small changes to the appearance or a face showing up in an unexpected place could really throw people off. Besides, they hadn't been front-page in over a year, so their face wasn't fresh in anyone's minds. Maybe no one would recognize them.

“Ok.”

Hero's face bloomed. "Really?"

"Yeah, sure, of course. I'm...looking forward to it."

"Don't be nervous." Hero pecked Villain on the brow and withdrew back to their side of the table with their plate. "Everyone's going to love you."

Villain couldn't hold their smile so they averted their gaze to their plate. "Yeah."

If they don't kill me.

***

Villain stared up at the pale, white-washed pillars of the capital building. The grain of the stone glittered beneath the bright hanging lamps, bathing it in a horizontal rainbow of light. This venue was even worse than they had imagined. Unlike the parties at the agency, inside awaited not just heroes, but politicians, reporters, celebrities. They felt like a moth drawn to a bug zapper.

A light tap on their shoulder sent them whirling around, tiny flames already rising across outstretched palms.

"Hey," Hero said with a gentle laugh, twining their hands into both of Villain's and dampening the flames with barely a wince. "It's just me."

Villain sighed and barely held back from sinking against them. "Hi."

Hero held them out admiringly.

"You look..." Hero trailed, cocking their head to the side, "...well, beautiful, but also...very interesting."

Villain shuffled uncomfortably. The thick plaster of their foundation and contouring cream weighed heavy on their skin, applied in a way that sharpened the soft curves of their faces. If that didn't alter their face enough, hopefully, the heavily drawn eyebrows did the trick. Fake eyelashes kept tickling their cheeks and their head ached a little from pulling up their hair in the tightest bun they could manage, orange ends tucked inward. Then there were these--

"What's with the glasses?"

Villain fiddled with the frames. "M-my eyes are a little tired from reading so--"

Hero plucked them off their face and slid them onto their own nose. They raised one eyebrow. "No prescription."

"Well, I...I..."

Hero chuckled and slid the glasses into their suit pocket. "What are you trying to disguise? Everyone here already knows who I am, and they know you're my date."

Villain's fingers itched to snatch the frames back, but they knew they didn't have a good explanation, so they let it alone. "Just nervous."

At least that wasn't a lie. Their stomach was practically eating itself.

"It's going to be ok. My coworkers are really nice. I've told them a lot about you already, and they don't care at all that your villain. And anyone here who does care, we don't have to talk to."

With the soothing balm of Hero's voice working into their anxiety, Villain could almost believe that this night would turn out ok.

“Ok.”

Hero shot them an encouraging smile and, taking them by the arm, led them up the steps.

They dragged them in too fast, and their knees nearly caved beneath the sheer amount of people stuffed into this one big room. Everything felt too loud and too bright, and the air was stuffy with too many colognes and perfumes.

“I want to introduce you to Caveat first,” Hero said, pulling them along excitedly.

Next thing they knew, they were being placed in front of an all too familiar face with sharp cheekbones, mussed frosted hair and ice chip eyes that could pierce through someone’s soul.

Villain immediately ducked their head. They’d only ever encountered Wayward city’s ex-favorite a couple of times, but fire and ice made for some memorable fights.

“This is Savant,” Hero said.

“Savant,” Caveat repeated, weighing it in their mouth. “It’s good to finally put a face to the name. No one can have a conversation with Hero anymore without them finding a way to bring you up.”

“I don’t think they need to know that,” Hero said, squirming a little in their shoes.

The corner of Caveat’s lip tugged upward. “What? That’s not embarrassing. Is that embarrassing, Savant?”

Villain dared to lift their eyes to the superhero’s. “No. It’s cute.”

“See?” Caveat said, slapping Hero’s arm. “If you want to talk embarrassing, we should bring up that bank heist last week. You know, the part when you—“

“Well, it’s been nice talking to you, Caveat,” Hero said snatching Villain by the shoulders and steering them toward the refreshment table. “See you at work!”

“Hey!” Caveat called after them with a cackle. “I haven’t shown them your rookie pictures yet!”

Now Villain understood why Hero had been so adamant in that interview about they and Caveat’s relationship status. Caveat couldn’t have been many years older than Hero, but their dynamic was definitely for embarrassing mom than romantic partner.

“Well now I want to know what happened at the bank heist,” Villain said, bumping their elbow back into Hero’s ribs.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You don’t have to, I’ll just go back and ask— Woooah!”

Hero pulled them out of their feigned march back to the other side of the room, swinging them in a smooth circle that ended with them clasped between their arms.

Villain looked up them. “That was smooth.”

“Was it?” Hero beamed.

“Well, it was up until you said that. The blush doesn’t help either.”

“You’re blushing too!”

Villain touched their hand to their cheek. Yep. Scalding. Hopefully their makeup didn’t drip.

“Guess we’re a match made in heaven,” Villain chuckled awkwardly.

“Yeah.”

They stared at each other for a while, a collective pool of simmering tomato soup.

“We should get some punch,” Hero finally said. “Before you combust.”

“Ha ha.” They edged down the table toward the large frosted punch bowl at the end. “How about I start making wind jokes?”

“What would a wind joke even sound like?”

“Do you really need to ask?”

While Hero was thinking, Villain took a glass and one of the two ladles in their hand.

“That’s just immature!” Hero said.

Villain’s laugh escaped as a squeak and half the punch in their ladle sloshed out onto another guest’s hand.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Villain yelped, following the scarlet stained cuff sleeve to its owner’s face. Even though most heroes weren’t in costume, this one wore an electric blue eye mask.

“That’s…” The hero stopped, narrowing their eyes. “…fine.”

“Oh…hey, Luck,” Hero stepped closer to Villain. “This is, um, Savant.”

“Uh…huh?”

Luck didn’t really sound like he was listening. He was too busy flicking their eyes up and down Villain’s body, slowly, carefully, as if stripping away each layer of trickery.

“Nice to meet you,” Villain said quickly and turned to point to a random spot across the room. “Hey, Hero, let’s go over there.”

"Aren't you the villain who killed all those kids?"

Villain’s heart plunged down into their shoes.

“Oh just shut up for once,” Hero said, circling one arm protectively around Villain’s shoulders.

The other hero rose his eyebrows. “Woow, finally biting back are we? I’d love to argue on, but I’m actually serious. They’re that villain from the manhunt a few years ago.”

“No.” Hero scoffed. “No, they’re new to the villain scene. Until this year they've only been a henchman, right, Savant?"

Villain didn't respond. They wanted to. They wanted to laugh and deny and move on with this party, but their tongue wouldn't come unstuck from the roof of their mouth. Everything tasted dry; they couldn't even swallow. And all the while that they stood staring, the confidence in Hero's face was shifting.

"Is that what they told you?" the other hero said, voice growing louder. He snorted and narrowed his eyes on Villain. "You're newer than they are, kid. They can try to cover it up, but I know that face. News broadcasted it 24/7 for two weeks. The search lasted months until some hot shot supervillain dragged them in squealing. Guess even other villains couldn't stand the sight of them."

Villain's lungs burned. It felt like their breath was coming in through a straw.

Say something! Anything! Just don't let Hero hear any further!

"What do they call you?" Luck snarled, invisible bands tightening around Villain with every word. "Pyre?”

Villain flinched so hard they bumped against Hero's chest. Their eyes flicked desperately around the room instinctively putting together an escape route, but all they saw were dozens of staring eyes. That hero had been loud on purpose. They all knew.

Pyre licked their lips and finally managed to coax a whisper up their throat, though it croaked terribly. "I-I don't want any trouble."

"Really? Is that why you faked a name and approached a hero who you knew wouldn't know you? Because you're harmless? Or do you really think you can rest easy and forget what you've done?"

"I haven't forgotten," Pyre said, almost a plea.

"You don't get to live normally after that."

Luck took a menacing step forward and a few other members of the crowd echoed it.

"Now wait a minute--" Hero started.

Pyre twisted out of their grip, not ready for that protectiveness to turn constraining. They whipped their head around like a wild thing, turning everything in the room slightly blurry. Finally, their eyes settled on what they were looking for, the gaping front door.

Only one option left.

They ran.

"Get them!"

The crowd surged forward in one angry, manic mass, bodies scrambling over each other, shouts mixing together in ugly harmony, fingernails snagging in Pyre's clothes. An instinctual and defensive wave of heat gathered beneath the surface of their skin, bursting out in an explosive ring of fire that sent the crowd reeling back just far enough to clear a path to the door.

"Wait!" Hero's voice cut through the chaos. "Leave them alone!"

Pyre glanced back, but the crowd was already regrouping, and heroes were beginning to remember that they had powers. They needed to keep running.

The beginnings of a storm brewed overhead, but the night air lashing across their face barely cooled them. The soles of their shoes softened with each pounding step until eventually they melted into a hot, sticky sludge. They kicked off the remains, letting their bare feet sizzle in the first drops of rain.

They ran. And ran. And ran. Leaving Hero's scared and confused face far behind.

Part Five

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[dislifeismid]

Your characterization of Yun makes think that sometimes his S/O may feel insecure and unloved, what with him being a little bitch and all ( I love it) so how would it go when said S/O after many attempts of being a good girlfriend and all, feeling the love was one-sided just up and left ? Since she was sure he wouldn't care

Yun arrives home to an empty house her belongs long gone a lone letter on the table saying

" hope you find someone that you love as much as I love you, wish you happiness"

Yea, you gotta be built different to have a relationship w this man. He does not explicitly express his love, i don't think he has it in him to say 'i love you', frankly. He's such a huge tsundere and he's so mean that you might never feel like he even tolerates you. He shows it in such subtle bullshit ways that unless you're a psychic (or Xuan tells you), you'l never know Yunnie actually likes you 🫠😭 he has so many issues ik it

Actually let me take this opportunity to just...

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Tang yun's love language

First of all Yun will never LOOK happy with you. Well, maybe you'l find him with a faint smile, or with a happy aura surrounding him. But he'l never grin at you unless it's a sadistic one. It's jarring, because it means you can't tell if he's happy or not just by expression. Even his eyes are inexpressive.

Physical touch is something you'l notice. But it's not loving, gentle touch. No, he greedily palms,kneads, paws, grasps and clings at you. You have small bruises from how hard he's held you, sometimes. When he notices them, he stares, and sometimes traces them with his same unbothered expression. He means to say "sorry", but to the untrained eye, it looks like he's admiring his work...

Even his words are harsh and hard to read. He'l never verbally say he loves you. He'l leave it at "you're fine, i guess." Not because he doesn't love you, but because he lies to himself first and foremost. His words are rude and cold, and selfish. And he doesn't notice. You can't tell when he sugarcoats his words as he does for those empty headed girls who coo at him, or when he's being brutally honest.. well, lying, supposedly

Sharing is a hard step for him. It takes a long time and it is a sign he truly loves you, to share something between the two of you. But because of how long it takes, it might feel like he DOESN'T WANT to share anything with you because he doesn't love you!! But he does!!!! after that's dealt with, he'l love for you to wear his things. And will even bring up matching outfits...

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Oh i didn't forget.

When he walks in and the place is empty he knows. He can't pick up on a heartbeat, or breathing, or objects or fabric rustling. It puts him on edge, and he walks trough as though he could find an intruder around every corner. When he notices the letter his blood runs cold and he stares at it for a bit. No way you've gotten kidnapped or something, right????! He'l tear appart whoever even touched you!! While he reads it, his expression doesn't change. It's as unbothered as ever. Then he puts it down slowly, before hurling a chair against the wall, he's angry- both at you and himself honestly. How dare you leave him like that?! And how dare he let that even happen?!??? He won't be able to sleep until he brings you back, he'l spam you with texts and calls, telling you to come home. Not sappy shitty ex boyfriend spam texts- they're short and desperate. Simple, much like him. Things like "come back" "answer" "you can't leave me like this", it's not as though he fully understands why you even left. Eventually he'l find you, run into you and tackle you to the ground while sobbing fat ugly tears into your collar, mumbling incomprehensible words until he calms down enough for you two to talk. "WHO TOLD YOU YOU COULD LEAVE ME?! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO MEEEE" he's shaking, the circles under his eyes are even darker, his ears are droopy and his hands greedily cling onto you like you are the only thing keeping him grounded. He's mad, but most of all, he's really happy you're in his reach again...

#tang yun x reader #dislyte x reader