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headfullofpresley · 1 year

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Take Me Home

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 9,2K

Summary: After finding out the masked hero you've been crushing on is your best friend, you realise it was never Spiderman that you've been in love with.

Warning(s): spiderman!Elvis, modern!Elvis, lil bit of angst, two idiots in love, mutual pining, best friends to lovers, fluff, both reader and El are in college, Spidey kiss!, smut; sex pollen (kind of dub!con), vaginal penetration, unprotected sex. probably missed a few warnings, so lmk!

A/N: based on mostly tobey's and andrew's spiderman, but it's not necessary to be familiar with the movies to read this or whatsoever. anyways, tits out for spidey! sksksk bye. enjoy my luvs 🕷

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“No one can win every battle. But, no man should fall without a struggle.”

“Let me walk you home. It’s not safe out there this time of night,”

You knew your friends were right. New York wasn’t safe, but you were stubborn and eager to get home after a long day of classes and a shift at the coffee shop you worked at.

You were too much of a social butterfly to turn down your group of friends when they suggested go out for drinks – hence the reason why you still weren’t home after midnight.

“Joe, I’ll be fine. It’s only a short walk and I’ll call you as soon as I get home,” you told one of your closest friends, giving him your most convincing smile before you hugged him.

Joe knew how independent you were and that you were able to stand up for yourself if needed, so he nodded and let you go after you said goodbye to everyone.

“Tell Elvis to call me!” your friend yelled after you, to which you responded with a quick wave and nod. He probably needed your roommate slash best friend for the project they were working on for one of their classes, which Elvis had only participated in once.

You always had a big mouth, not afraid to use it in times of injustice and in the presence of assholes, but when walking the streets of Brooklyn after the sun went down, you had a pep in your step.

Your quickened footsteps unfortunately didn’t go unnoticed by a pair of guys who were jogging after you, whistling and calling out to get your attention. Wounding your hand firmly around the strap of your purse, you kept your head down and kept walking, hoping you’d lose them when you rounded the corner.

You were close to your apartment but you were too fearful to go into the building, not wanting the duo to know where you lived. Before you could continue walking, one of the guys appeared in front of you with a wide grin on his face.

He reeked of liquor.

“Hey beautiful, what’s the hurry?” he taunted as he took a step closer to you, making you scrunch up your nose at the smell. You tried to take a step back, but walked right into the chest of the other guy who grabbed onto your shoulders to keep you in place.

Fear settled in your chest, causing you to freeze on the spot as the guy in front of you twirled a lock of your hair around his finger. He was getting closer and you squeezed your eyes shut as he grabbed onto your hips, his breath hot on your face as his lips were only inches away from yours.

You braced yourself for the disgusting feeling of having a kiss forced on your lips, but instead the guy in front of you was ripped away, making the one that stood behind you gasp out loud.

Opening your eyes, you couldn’t help but gasp as well as one of your assaulters was planted against the wall trapped by white webs.

Spider webs.

You weren’t a complete fool – you were very aware who those webs belonged to and what this meant. Everyone knew who Spiderman was, just not who was behind the mask and whole get up.

You always loved reading about the city’s own personal hero in the papers, but there were enough people who weren’t such big fans. Who ever was hidden underneath the spandex bodysuit seemed rather young and sometimes even a bit unexperienced – often times, New York’s superhero found himself at the wrong place at the wrong time, which made it easy for people to judge and put the blame on him.

“Now that’s no way to treat a lady,” the aforementioned masked man chirped happily as he stepped forward, tilting his head to you and the guy behind you. You were quick to step aside, allowing him to trap the other guy as well as he shot his web out to him, pretty much mummifying him aside from his eyes and nose.

“You can’t do this, crawler asshole!” the guy at the wall yelled, trying to free his way out of the webs as he rubbed his shoulders against it but it didn’t seem to do anything for him. The other guy tried to jump away, but fell to the ground with a loud groan instead.

“I just did,” Spiderman shrugged, letting out a laugh as he walked over to you to grab your purse from the pavement and hand it to you. He grabbed your hand and waved at the guys before he tugged you along.

Flabbergasted, you followed.

You’d be lying if you’d say you hadn’t fantasized about this once or twice. Despite having no idea what he really looked like, you had a bit of a crush on the local hero. He was brave enough to go into burning buildings, kind enough to help cats out of trees and now that you had the chance to look at him from up close, the suit did great things for his ass.

“Are you okay?” he asked as you stopped running when you were far away enough, letting go of your hand. He turned to look at you, having to remind himself that you had no idea who he really was.

And that you could never find out.

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine.. Thank you,”

There was no way for you to see through the fabric of his suit, but when you stared at him with wide eyes, he couldn’t help but get a little nervous. In reality, you were admiring the details on his mask.

“You shouldn’t be out on the streets alone at this time. It’s dangerous, you know?” he spoke up, snapping you out of your staring spell as he rocked back and forth on his feet.

You nodded, hoping he didn’t see the flush on your face. Clearing your throat a little, you looked back at the cat-like eyes that were sewn on his mask.

“How did you know where I was?”

It didn’t matter if he’d be in the wrong place at the wrong time on some occassions, he was still there. And he was still helping people, saving lives even.

Maybe some situations weren’t as spectacular as others–you were sure he didn’t get an adrenaline kick out of saving helpless girls that were too stubborn to let themselves be walked home by a friend–but he always seemed to know whenever something was going on.

“Eh..” he scratched the back of his head, letting out a soft laugh. He tried to raise his voice a little as he spoke, hoping he didn’t sound the same as he did when he was out of his suit. “I have the ability to sense.. danger, I guess,”

He shrugged his shoulders once before he gave you a quick wave, turning around to walk away from you.

You weren’t giving up so easily, running after him. He knew you’d follow – and he didn’t need to use his senses for that.

“Like a sixth sense kind of thing?”

“Something like that,” he nodded, crossing the street in the direction of your apartment building when you pointed him the way. He tried to let you lead, making you think he had no idea where you lived.

“Did that come with the suit?” you blurted out, pushing him on questions he didn’t want to give an answer to. Things he couldn’t give an answer to – he had only been crowned with the title Spiderman for a few months and he was still trying to figure this whole thing out himself.

The suit was a design he made himself. He couldn’t exactly fly through the air as himself during the day, because none of the powers he possessed came with the suit. The webs came from his own wrists.

“No.. it didn’t,” he stopped walking as you did, looking at the door that led into the building’s lobby. “Is this where you live?”

You nodded, smiling brightly at him as he turned his head to look at you. You couldn’t even make eye contact with the guy, you didn’t even know who he was but you had already jumped forward to wrap your arms around him.

He was taken back by your actions for a second, but as you squeezed him in your embrace, he chuckled softly and wrapped his arms around you.

“Thank you again, Spiderman,” you sighed happily as you let him go, walking toward the door. He coughed a little, thanking God that you weren’t able to see how red his face was.

“Any time! Just… try to stay out of trouble,” he joked, saluting you with a soft laugh before he ran across the street and flung a web against the fire escape of one of the apartment buildings, flying up into the dark sky and disappearing out of your sight.

You had been talking about your meeting with Spiderman for weeks now. And while Elvis found it flattering at first, it was driving him absolutely nuts at this point.

If only you would replace the name Spiderman with his own…

“Will you ever stop talking about this dude? You don’t even know what he looks like,” your raven haired best friend mumbled from the couch he was laying on, zapping through the channels on the TV.

You stopped dancing around the room, falling onto your knees next to the couch to look at him with an angry glare. “When you love someone, it doesn’t matter what they look like, Elvis,”

He turned his attention to you instead of the TV and raised his eyebrows, trying not to blush at your words.

Love?

You loved him?

Well, you loved Spiderman, but seeing he was your masked crush, it got his heart jumping for joy.

“He helped you from a bunch of drunkards once and you love him? You’re such a child,” he laughed, hoping he didn’t sound too obvious as he flicked his finger against your forehead.

He earned a slap from you immediately before you rubbed your forehead and got up, placing your hands on your hips.

“I get it,” you grinned at him, sticking your hip out. “You’re just jealous that he has girls all over the city swooning over him and you can’t keep a girlfriend for longer than two weeks,”

Your words were true – he never lasted longer in a relationship than a few weeks. But it wasn’t because he wasn’t able to be a good boyfriend, he could be a perfect one, it was just that he didn’t have time. He was falling extremely behind on his school work, he definitely didn’t have time to go on dates and remember anniversaries.

It was one of the reasons why he hadn’t confessed his feelings to you and he probably never would. Not only would he barely have time for you, he also did not want to put you in any danger. He wasn’t only just helping people from petty store robberies during the day, but he was helping the police with more serious stuff as well.

Just because he was living two lives didn’t mean you had to. He didn’t want to burden you with carrying his secret around.

“He’s not as cool as people think, you know?” Elvis huffed as he folded his arms against his chest, looking back at the TV to avoid eye contact. Once again, you blocked his view as you sat down on the edge of the coffee table, facing him.

“Do you think it’s true what people are saying about him? The.. the bad things?”

You didn’t believe the papers, especially not the Daily Bugle, when they’d publish anything negative about Spiderman.

Elvis threw the remote to the other side of the couch and sat up, facing you as he leaned forward with his arms on his knees. “No, I don’t. He might be a fool in a mask, but he’s not a bad guy,”

“But you don’t think he’s cool either,” you teased with a smile on your face, making him roll his eyes as he chuckled.

“It doesn’t matter what I think. You’re the one who’s in love with him,”

“Not in love!”

“But you just said-“

“I have a.. crush.. maybe, argh, I don’t know!” you laughed as you slapped his arm, hiding your face in your hands. “You probably think I’m an idiot.. but.. I can’t forget about that night. He doesn’t even know me, but he.. he saved me,”

Elvis wanted to tell you that that was his job, that Spiderman was supposed to save and help people but he didn’t want to jinx himself or whatsoever.

If he’d talk badly about himself, about himself as Spiderman, the possibility to drive you away could be big. He knew that once you had your mind set on something or someone, there was no way to talk you out of it.

He sighed softly as he slipped his hands in yours, squeezing them softly as he smiled at you. “I was messing with you, Y/N. I don’t think you’re an idiot,” he whispered, looking down at your hands as he entertwined your fingers together. “Just promise me you won’t do anything reckless to get his attention, okay? If you finish late shifts, call me and we’ll walk home together,”

You met his eyes when he looked back up at you, nodding your head. You gave him your promise, but he should’ve known you weren’t going to stick by your word this time.

Elvis wasn’t just fighting crime anymore, he had officially become your own personal saviour as well. You’d get yourself in trouble and dangerous situations any chance you got and he knew you were doing it on purpose.

Ever since he was bitten by a genetically engineered “super spider” during a project he was working on in the genetics lab of Columbia, he obviously gained the inhuman strength and skills that made it possible for him to do what he did. But he also gained a certain… third eye.

A sixth sense, of sorts.

A spider sense – he could sense danger coming before it even happened and when it came to you, it seemed to grow stronger.

He didn’t know if it was because he had known you for years already or because his feelings for you were so strong, but he couldn’t ignore it.

Couldn’t ignore the tingle he felt every time you needed his help.

The time it happened again, he was laying in a hammock created out of his own webs, swaying from side to side on top of the Empire State building. It had been a quiet night so far which was rare for New York and while he could be using this free time to help Joe on their still on-going project, he’d much rather be lazy with a great view of the city.

He didn’t have much time to relax, though. As soon as he sensed that something was up with you again, rain started trickling onto his skintight suit and he quickly made his way down.

Following his instinct, it didn’t take him long to find you.

The soft drizzle had turned into a harsh downpour as you were making your way home from the coffee shop you just ended a late shift at. Once more, you heard multiple footsteps following you but this time, you didn’t freak out.

This is what you wanted – even though you had no idea if Spiderman was even close, you knew he’d show up.

He always did.

Four men were behind you, calling out to you but instead of running and losing them, you wandered into an alley with a dead end.

“You seem willing,” one of the men grinned, nudging the one next to him.

“Means she’ll be easy,” the other one laughed and you laughed along with them, kicking the man in front of you in the balls before you swung your purse at the other. You were about to have a go at the third and fourth one as well, but as they pushed you against the wall and ripped your coat off, all four of them were thrown across the alley.

In the darkness and due to the heavy rain, you could only make out the silhouette of your hero that was hanging sideways on the wall by just his feet, but you knew exactly who it was.

Your heart skipped in excitement as you watched him fight off the trouble makers, knocking them unconscious in just a matter of seconds.

Elvis stood and looked at you, completely forgetting about the fact his mask was up to his forehead. You couldn’t make out his face but as you came closer, he quickly jumped in the shadows and you completely lost him.

Before you had time to be disappointed or the chance to call out his name, he appeared behind you – face covered by his mask now, hanging upside down from a string of web.

“You have a knack for gettin’ in trouble,” he spoke up, making you turn around with a laugh.

He forced himself to keep looking at your face, rather than at your soaked t-shirt which left absolutely nothing to the imagination since you weren’t wearing a bra.

“You have a knack for saving my life,” you countered back, grinning at him proudly. “I think I have a superhero stalker,”

“I was in the neighborhood,”

You smiled softly, sighing dreamily as you looked at his mask’s eyes with hearts basically popping out of yours. “You are… amazing,”

“Some people don’t think so,” he sighed, his heart clenching in his chest.

“But I do,”

“It’s nice.. to have a fan,” he whispered, but despite his face being covered and the sound of rain falling down on you two, you could hear him perfectly clear. You laughed softly at his words, biting your lip.

“Let me thank you properly this time,”

He gasped softly as you reached your hands out to his neck, your fingertips slipping underneath the hem of his mask. “W-Wait..”

You ignored him and he didn’t stop you when you pulled the fabric down the lower half of his face, keeping his nose and eyes covered. He inhaled a breath of air as you leaned in and although it wouldn’t matter, his eyes fluttered shut nonetheless.

With your hands placed on his cheeks, you tilted your head a little and deepened the kiss as soon as you felt his tongue against yours. The position wasn’t the most comfortable for him and it felt rather weird to kiss someone like this, but you didn’t care. Finally, you got what you wanted.

Still, you wanted more but ofcourse, you weren’t foolish enough to think you were going to get it. The kiss only made your little crush on the hero grow tenfold, but it could never work.

Despite you not caring much about someone’s appearance, you had no idea what he looked like. You had no idea what his personality was like, but you knew in your heart he wasn’t a bad person.

Still, being in a relationship with a hero… it sounded like a dream, and you figured that was all it was and ever would be.

Pulling back from the kiss, you smiled brightly and pulled his mask back up. He shivered once at the feeling of your fingertips caressing the side of his face – reaching his hand that he wasn’t hanging from out to your face, he gently tapped the tip of your nose before he pulled himself up and as always, disappeared into the night.

At this rate, you were never going to get in Spiderman’s pants. Or rather, suit.

But maybe that was for the best. Even though you liked to believe that you could get everything you wanted in life, it was time for you to get back to reality.

While you were still very much interested in Spiderman, you figured it’d be best to stop talking about him every five minutes to the people around you. You were starting to look like a lovesick teenager, a very foolish one.

Elvis didn’t know if he should be happy about this or not. Part of him knew it was for the best for you to stop crushing on Spiderman, but the other part of him wanted you to keep gushing about his masked version.

He decided not to bring up the topic, trying to think with the rational part of his brain.

Elvis had no idea that you were getting suspicious of him. He should’ve known he couldn’t keep something big like this a secret forever, especially not to someone who he was living with.

Due to you having more free time than Elvis, because for some reason he was gone most hours of the day, you took the task of keeping the apartment clean upon you. You had been friends with him for so long that neither of you cared about you going into his room to tidy up the place or about you doing his laundry, including his underwear.

He’d usually wear his suit under his clothing or keep it stashed in his bag that he took to class–whenever he did go to class–but he had completely forgotten about laundry day.

Laundry day.

To say you you were surprised or shocked when you saw the red and blue suit and mask in his laundry basket, would be an understatement. You were close to losing your damn mind, the realisation that you kissed your best friend settling in.

The realisation that you were in love with your best friend settling in.

Elvis was Spiderman.

After asking yourself a million questions and talking to yourself while pacing through the entire apartment, you washed the suit before neatly hanging it in his closet.

You knew the truth and Elvis knew that you knew, but neither of you ever spoke about it.

Movie nights were rare for you and Elvis ever since he became pretty much the most important person in the city. For once, he decided to stay home with you rather than swinging from building to building because despite having stamina for days, he too got tired every once in a while.

And he missed his best friend.

Other than feeling a little awkward around each other after the laundry incident, things went back to normal pretty fast. You both figured that if you wouldn’t speak of it, it never happened.

But neither of you could get it out of your head.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that your best friend and roommate was Spiderman and that you had been looking at him differently ever since.

He couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that you knew his biggest secret and what kind of risks that could come with it, but also about how you kissed him and you now knew it was him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Elvis questioned after you had turned your head for the 6th time, looking at him with concetration written over your features.

You were sat in the arm chair to his right as he was laying on his side on the couch, elbow propped up to hold his head in his hand. He couldn’t focus on the movie at all because you were anything but slick with your actions, shamelessly staring at him whenever his eyes were on the TV across from you.

“I want to test something,” you spoke determinedly as if you had finally made a decision on whatever you had been cooking up in that head of yours.

“T-Test... something?”

You nodded once, sitting up straight in yours seat before you got on the floor, waddling closer to him on your knees. “Just.. just put your head back,”

There really was no need for you to kiss your best friend to test if he really was Spiderman, because you were already certain about it, but he was already doing what you told him to do and backing out now would make you regret it later. Besides, Elvis had really pretty lips that you had always wanted to kiss but never had the chance to.

At least, not without a mask.

“Close your eyes,” you whispered as he laid his head against the arm rest of the couch, looking up at you as you hovered above him from where you were still on your knees behind him.

He sighed deeply, closing his eyes before he had rolled them playfully at you.

He had no idea what you were up to, until he felt your gentle hands finding their place on his cheeks and your lips against his.

Just like that one rainy night, the two of you were sharing another upside down kiss but this time he reached his hand up to place it on the back of your head, pushing you down further against him to deepen the kiss.

You ignored the funny feeling of your nose rubbing against his chin and moved one hand down to his jaw, caressing his skin with your nails.

Perhaps you were imagining it, but you could’ve sworn you were brought right back to that night in the alley. A tingle of electricity traveled down your spine, nearly making you shiver and although you did not want to pull back, you did at the realisation of what you were doing and with who.

Your eyes met as he looked up at you, his fingers slowly letting go of your hair as he moved his hand back down. “Did you find the answer you were looking for?”

The answer was so obvious. This whole thing was so obvious, but both you and Elvis were idiots.

Two idiots who were scared and in love.

“I think I did,” you whispered, removing your hands from his face as you sat back on your knees. He slowly turned around to lay on his stomach, making proper eye contact with you this time.

The tension in the room was so thick it was nearly palpable and it thickened even more as he reached out his hand to your face, letting his fingertips follow your jawline. You could see he wanted to open his mouth and speak, but a siren wailing somewhere outside got his ears perking up.

“I… I have to go,”

You nodded your head, watching him get up and disappear into his room after he pressed a firm kiss on your forehead.

When you climbed out of the window in the living room and stepped onto the fire escape, you watched your best friend fling himself down the street – his cheerful hollering echoeing through the air.

Elvis wasn’t just fighting small crimes or returning lost bikes anymore. The Daily Bugle’s publisher Jameson wasn’t his only ‘enemy’ anymore he realised as he was face to face with a creature that was tearing his city down that same night you and him shared another kiss.

He didn’t even have time to daydream about you as he’d fly through the air, having to go in full fight mode. He was just praying you wouldn’t turn on the TV.

He had no idea where his opponent came from or what he even was, but he had some nasty tricks up his sleeve that Elvis wasn’t prepared for. This definitely was something else than what he usually did, but thanks to his senses, he was able to dodge most objects that were thrown at him.

Though as a pink beaming grenade was tossed his way, he caught it in a reflex. Raising an eyebrow at his beaten down enemy, he tilted his head as he threw the grenade that was beeping up in the air before catching it again.

“What’s this, princess? Fairy dust?”

The mutated guy on the ground laugh – you know, the typical evil laugh. Elvis wasn’t phased by it.

“Something like that,”

Elvis watched the guy saluting him before disappearing into thin air.

Civilians and the police were surrounding him, cheering him on as they chanted his name. One of the officers nodded at him thankfully, but the grenade started ticking more frantically and instead of destroying it before it could explode, Elvis shot out a web toward the New York Times tower and got himself and the grenade away from the crowd.

As he got to the top of the building, the grenade exploded like clock work. Clouds of pink fog surrounded him, seeping through the material of his suit and making him fall into a coughing fit. With no one around to see him, he ripped his mask off his face and stumbled backwards a little, dropping the now empty grenade to his feet as he waved his arms around to open the thick fog.

Shit.

He knew exactly what this was. As a science major, and one that was not just a regular human anymore, he had done plenty of research on things that weren’t even supposed to exist.

This was one of those things he considered to be a weapon against him.

Freaking sex pollen.

It came in a lot of different shapes and forms and while he had always thought the most common form was a plant, he was greatly mistaken. The whole thing and its side effects could be somewhat compared to viagra, but this was so much more intense.

It came with a fever, hallucinations, extreme pain and death.

So, way more intense than a tiny blue pill.

He cursed as he could already feel his blood rushing through his veins, making its way to his lower region as his skin heated up underneath his suit. He pulled down his mask, jumping down the building – he let himself fall down for a few seconds, hoping the pressure of the fall would somehow help him get rid of the boner that was starting to come on.

It didn’t.

He shot out a web against the next building, swinging his way home.

He was close to your shared apartment until the hallucinations started. Ones that all involved you.

He could hear your voice in his head, moaning and whining as he pictured you arching your back for him underneath him while tangled up in his sheets. At one point, he could’ve sworn he saw you standing in the middle of the street butt naked when he looked down, calling out his name.

It made him completely forget to shoot out another web as he was flying through the air and he was too late to catch himself, landing loudly on top of a parked car which he immediately rolled off of, falling face, and hips, first onto the pavement.

He groaned in pain, rolling on his back as he put his legs up, covering the vicious bulge in his suit with his hands.

“Yo, Spidey! Are you okay, man?” A pedestrian called out to him, having stopped walking.

Elvis shot up from the ground, trying not to cry out at the quick movements. He put his hands on top of the car he just landed on, his body luckily hidden by the vehicle as the guy who called out to him was on the other side of the street.

“Y-Yeah, man! I’m good!” he nodded, putting his thumb up. The guy hesitated for a second but then gave him a smile and continued on his way. Elvis banged his fist against the vehicle, accidentally triggering the alarm this time.

Before the civilian could turn around to see what was happening once more, Elvis had already disappeared.

You were pacing in the living room, nervously listening to the reporter talking on the TV that was filling the people in on what happened at Times Square tonight. Now that you actually knew who was hidden behind the red mask, you were scared for your best friend’s life.

You literally saw him swinging away with a grenade in his hand – what if it exploded in his face? What if he was dead?

No no no, he couldn’t be dead. Elvis couldn’t be dead.

There was a loud bang coming from his room, making you let out a little shriek. You immediately ran to the door, but as you tried to open it, Elvis’ desk that he pushed in front of the door blocked it.

“Elvis!” you yelled, banging your fists on the door like a maniac. “Let me in! Now!”

He groaned as he pulled his mask off his face to fling it across the room. Reaching his arms behind his back, he struggled as he was trying to pull the fabric off his sweaty skin.

“G-Go away, Y/N!” he grunted as he stumbled against the wall, his vision blocked by his clothing as it got stuck in the process of being removed.

He was heating up, his cock throbbing in the confinements of his tight suit – and it hurt. It hurt so much that tears were burning in his eyes.

“I swear I will break down this door,” you threatened in a panic as you were shaking the doorknob now, pushing your shoulder against the door.

He realised you were stronger than you looked, making the desk rumble a little bit with your force.

He managed to get the top half of his suit off, throwing it to the floor. When you managed to push the desk back far enough to create an entrance wide enough for you to squirm through, you stepped into his very messy but very empty room.

You looked around, rubbing your arm you had used to force the door open with. You could sense he was in the room and when you decided to look up, you met the panicked blues of your best friend as he was stuck against the wall by his hands and feet.

He jumped down, landing easily on his feet but you didn’t miss the way he winced at the movement. As your eyes traveled down his chest and down his hips, you could see the outline of his cock in the skintight fabric.

“You… are you… Elvis, you have a…”

“I know!” he groaned as he walked by you, letting himself fall on his bed. He turned his back to you and if you didn’t see the sweat on his back and the way he was shivering, you would’ve laughed at him.

Maybe he got off on being the hero. Maybe danger got him horny, but then again, he shouldn’t be having this kind of reaction.

Slowly making your way over to him, you placed your hand on his shoulder to turn him around and gasped softly as you felt his skin was unusually hot.

He could feel his blood boiling, a feeling that was very foreign to him and it scared him to death. And if he wouldn’t do something about this boner, he would die.

Like, really die – unless he fucked someone.

But he couldn’t ask that of you. You kissed him twice by now, but that didn’t mean you had the same feelings he did. It didn’t mean that you wanted to sleep with him.

“Can you go away, please?” he was dying to get out of the pants part of his suit, which were becoming tighter by the second.

“No,” you said, placing both hands on his arm now to turn him around. As you succeeded and he laid on his back, he looked at you with a trembling lower lip and tears in his eyes. The sight broke your heart. “What happened out there, Elvis? You’re fighting this.. monster and the next second you’re flying away with a grenade in your hand. I thought you were dead!”

“And I will be soon!” he exclaimed in frustration as he shot up, whining as he did so. He crawled away from you, leaning his back against the wall his bed was perched up against. He stretched his legs, putting his hands on his crotch.

“W-what? What are you talking about? Please, will you just explain what the fuck is going on?!” you yelled back at him, equally as frustrated.

“I’m Spiderman,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes as he looked away from you.

“Well, duh. I meant with that freaky bomb, you idiot,”

He squeezed his eyes shut, his head still turned away from you as he leaned it against the wall.

“It wasn’t.. w-wasn’t just a normal bomb,” he grunted softly, trying to steady his breathing but he couldn’t stop his chest from heaving up and down rapidly. “It’s this… this thing. S-sex pollen.. it causes..” he slowly turned his head back to you, removing his hands as he pointed at himself. “this,”

“O-okay… that looks.. uncomfortable. But why would you die? Can’t you just jerk it off in the shower?”

“I wish,” he scoffed, shaking his head. He winced as you sat on the other side of his bed, the dipping of the mattress alerting his senses. “I have.. h-have to, God I can’t believe I’m about to say this… I have to fuck someone,”

You froze in your spot as silence lingered between the two of you aside from the sounds of his erratic breathing.

Here he was, your best friend that you definitely did not see as just a friend anymore. And Spiderman, the hero that you had been crushing on for months like a lovesick school girl.

You cared about Elvis. Loved him. You couldn’t just sit back and watch him die, knowing that you could quite literally save his life.

“I’ll do it,” you blurted out.

He widened his eyes as he looked at you, his heartbeat quickening even more.

“N-No, Y/N. I can’t ask that of you,” he swallowed as he shook his head, slowly getting up from the bed. He could barely stand on his feet, the very uncomfortable erection he was sporting making it hard for him to walk and his body felt heavy as if he was being pulled down by a ton of bricks. “I might hurt you,”

You watched him stumble over to his desk, leaning over it with his ass sticking out into your direction.

That suit really did do wonders for his figure.

Shaking that thought away, you got up from the bed and walked over to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “El, I can’t let you die,” you whispered, taking a step closer to try and look at him. “You saved me so many times. Let me be the hero this time,”

He laughed softly at your words, head hanging low as he squeezed his eyes shut. If only he had been giving other girls around him some more attention – then he’d have someone else to call and solve this problem right now.

But then again, he wouldn’t want anyone else in his bed. Sure, he dated around a little and had sex before, but he had been in love with you ever since he laid eyes on you.

His friends called him an idiot, telling him that you didn’t feel the same and he was aware of that. He was aware of the guys you’d bring over when you thought he was sleeping, he was the one who’d have to sit on the couch with your dates while you were still getting ready.

Maybe he was an idiot for hoping, wishing and waiting around, but he didn’t care. He loved you.

And because he loved you, he was about to open his mouth and reject your offer once more – until he suddenly felt your lips pressed against his shoulder.

The feeling got the hairs on the back of his neck standing up right, making him open his eyes and stand up straight. He stumbled backwards, a tear rolling down his cheek.

“Elvis, please! I hate seeing you in pain,” your voice was soft and gentle, but he could hear the hint of frustration lingering on the back of your tongue. “I’m not going to let you die. I love you and I-“

As soon as you told him you loved him, his cock twitched in his suit, goosebumps covering his arms.

Fuck it.

Striding forward, he grabbed your face and harshly crashed his lips onto yours, ready to get the relief you were offering him.

Elvis was laying on his back, the rest of his suit discarded somewhere on the floor, hands clawing at the sheets. With your naked body pressed against his side and your hand wrapped firmly around his cock, he could barely keep himself from writhing on the bed.

“P-Please,” he whimpered, turning his head to look at you, his lips desperately pressing against your cheek as you were looking at his weeping cock in your hand, admiring the view. “A-Another t-time, baby, please. I need you,”

You looked at him, your cheeks flushed slightly as you nodded. You wanted to take your time, admire and explore every inch of his body, but you realised the situation wasn’t exactly ideal for that.

“Sorry,” you whispered with a soft chuckle, allowing him to push you back on the mattress by your shoulders. You looked up at him as he hovered above you now, biting your lip as he reached a hand in between your bodies to run his digits through your folds.

As he felt how wet you were, his lips curled up in a grin.

“You’re so sick,” he hummed as he caressed your parted lips with his own, speaking his next words into your mouth. “You like seeing your best friend in pain, huh?”

You laughed softly, responding to him by sneaking your tongue in his mouth and kissing him sloppily which he happily went along with.

Even in the state he was in, he still wanted this to be enjoyable for you as well but you knew he was struggling. You could hear it in the way he was breathing hard in your mouth and feel it in the way his hips bucked forward every time you moaned.

“Elvis,” you breathed as you pulled back from the kiss, wiping a tear from his cheek with your thumb. “Please fuck me already,”

You gave him a nod, confirming once more that you were more than okay with this when he was about to ask if you were sure. He sighed deeply and removed his hand from your pussy, wrapping it around his cock instead – he groaned deeply as his fingers that were covered in your arousal slipped over his cock so easily, only adding fuel to the fire in his bones.

Tonight you learned that Spiderman didn’t wear any underwear underneath his suit and you made a mental reminder to tease him about it later, but as soon as Elvis situated himself at your entrance and pushed his hips forward, the thought was long forgotten.

Gasping, you looked up at him as you grabbed onto his shoulders, walls spasming firmly around him because of the sudden intrusion.

“Oh my fucking God,” his eyes rolled in the back of his head, his arms that he was holding himself up with trembling as he squeezed the sheets in his palms. “So tight.. Jesus.. I won’t.. w-won’t be able to last long,”

You were aware that this had little to do with equal pleasure and everything with him just needing to spill his load.

He was keeping still when he bottomed out inside of you, still thinking about you, but as soon as you wrapped your legs around him and hooked your ankles together to trap him, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

He couldn’t stop the beast from coming out.

His thrusts were never gentle because at the first stroke of your velvety walls, he was an absolute goner.

You couldn’t keep quiet even if you tried. With the way he was pounding into you and making the bed creak forcefully underneath your bodies, he was unknowingly to himself hitting the right spot every single time. Running your hands through his hair, you looked up at him with your face contorted in pleasure, breasts bouncing with every thrust.

He was losing his mind. He was losing his fucking mind and control. But you didn’t stop him as he moved one hand to your neck, squeezing softly and stealing your breath away.

“Look at you,” he grinned, his hips never faltering as he looked down at you with wild eyes. “So fucking ready to be fucked. You’re a little slut, aren’t you?”

You gasped as he moved his fingers up, holding onto your jaw to keep your head from moving and you let him. Both you and him were surprised by the words leaving his mouth, but they made you clench around him harshly.

“My little slut. Spiderman’s little slut,” he growled in your mouth as he forced his tongue into your mouth, which you gladly allowed. Your nails were digging into his flesh, breaking skin and drawing blood and it only motivated him to thrust harder.

You wanted to keep kissing him, but with the way his hand around your throat was squeezing harder and his weight he put on you, it was getting hard to breathe properly. You managed to slightly turn your head and he moved his hand up to your hair, tangling his fingers in it as he kissed his way down to your neck, sucking on your soft skin to create several hickeys.

Tears stung in your eyes and you were putting pornstars to shame with the sounds that left you, feeding his ego.

While Elvis enjoyed your cries and screams, your neighbors most certainly didn’t. Banging came from the other side of his wall, but Elvis never stopped. Instead, he quickly reached for the red fabric of his mask that he noticed laying on the ground next to the bed. Without warning, he shoved it in your mouth and you widened your eyes at him, whining.

Right now, the Elvis that you had always known was nowhere to be seen. He was always your goofy best friend, sticking his nose into books and science researches or hiding behind his camera.

The boy next door type of guy.

You wondered if it was because of the sex pollen that made him act like this, but you weren’t complaining. You’d be a fool to. You had slept with plenty of other people, but this was the best fuck you had ever had in your life.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you bit down on the mask, holding onto his upper arms while he was grunting and growling above you. His fever was going down more and more, but even in the delirious state he was in, he was smart enough to pull out of you as he felt his climax nearing. You quickly opened your eyes to look at him as jerked himself off with a quick hand, warm spurts of cum landing on your stomach and in between your breasts.

It took him a few seconds to empty himself completely thanks to those evil pollen and you were sure it was the hottest thing you had ever seen.

Truly a sight for sore eyes.

A chill trickled down his spine and it made him visibly shiver, hips stuttering a little as he looked down at you with dazed eyes. He looked completely fucked out with his raven locks messy and sticking up and it made your heart skip. Never in a million years had you expected to fuck your best friend tonight–or ever for that matter.

You were happy it happened and you didn’t want this to be the last time, but you had no idea where his mind was at.

You weren’t actually aware that he was madly in love with you and you realised that what you just did was needed in order for him to make it until tomorrow. Still, an uncomfortable knot found its way in your tummy – you felt used.

Maybe this had been a mistake.

As he let himself fall next to you in his small bed, you took his mask out of your mouth and dropped it to the floor, the both of you staring up at the ceiling.

“At least your sperm is… normal,” you broke the silence, letting out an awkward laugh as you tried to swallow the lump that was forming in your throat.

He turned his head to look at you, noticing the flush that was still on your cheeks, traveling down to your neck. Although he had never seen you after sex, he knew it wasn’t because of what they just did. He knew you longer than today.

“Are you.. are you crying?” he whispered, propping himself up on his elbow to have a better look at your face. You immediately turned away, quickly wiping a stray tear that managed to roll down your cheek away.

“No,” you immediately said, sitting up as you grasped your clothes from the floor. Not caring about his cum still on your skin, you quickly got dressed and walked to his bedroom door.

He should stop you. He needed to stop you, but he didn’t. Instead, he said something that made it impossible for you to look at him as tears blurred your vision.

“T-Thank you… for helping me,”

You left the room, leaving Elvis behind with the same knot in his stomach.

Elvis lost you.

He lost you and it was all his own goddamn fault.

After that night, he should’ve just come clean about his feelings. He should’ve told you that he had been in love with you for years and that you belong with him… but he didn’t.

The world got more dangerous every day and he was afraid of the consequences of you and him being together. He was starting to get enemies, real bad people with real bad intentions, and once they’d found out about you.. that would mean he had a weak spot.

You were his weak spot.

He would never forgive himself if anything happened to you but he also couldn’t handle when you started getting more and more distant. And when he came home after class one afternoon and saw half of your wardrobe empty, he nearly trashed the entire house.

Enemies be damned, he couldn’t let you walk out of his life. Not like this.

He didn’t want you to become the biggest ‘what if’ in his life.

He immediately interrogated Joe, knowing that he was one of the people you were closest with among your mutual friends, and when Elvis found out you were planning on leaving New York, he didn’t hesitate to go after you.

He didn’t care if he had to search the whole city.

You were still in New York, stuck in traffic with a very chatty taxi driver, next to the East River.

After what happened the night you slept with Elvis, you were hurt. You were finally realising you were in love with him, but the harsh reality of him not feeling the same was something you couldn’t accept. It was safe to say you didn’t take rejection very well.

Ofcourse you weren’t planning on simply ghosting your best friend, but you needed some time away from New York and spend some time back home with your family to lick your wounds.

“Hey, it’s Spiderman!” the taxi driver exclaimed happily, pointing at the Brooklyn Bridge on your left. You frowned, leaning forward in your seat to have a better look at the huge webbed letters on the side of the bridge.

Those three words he had always been afraid to say.

I love you.

You were smiling like a fool, tapping the driver’s shoulder.

“Stop the cab,”

“Lady, I ain’t even driving,” the driver laughed as you got out of the car, manoeuvring your way through the other vehicles that were stuck in traffic.

As you stood on the side walk by the river, tears were stinging in your eyes. You could hear people chanting on your right and when you turned your head, you saw Spiderman himself swinging at you in full force.

You couldn’t do anything but reach your arms out, clinging onto him for dear life as he wrapped an arm around your waist and literally swept you off of your feet.

“Hi,” he breathed as the two of you stood on the very top of the Brooklyn Bridge, his arms firmly wrapped around your waist.

“Hi,” you laughed as you pulled his mask off, clenching it in your hand as your arms were wrapped around his neck.

“Did you get my message?”

“What message?”

He laughed, pressing his forehead against yours as you giggled. “That was you? I couldn’t make it out,” you teased, staring into his eyes instead of looking down at the ground.

“I’ll tell you what it says,” he smiled, pushing you closer against his chest. “It says I love you. Because I love you,”

A tear rolled down your cheek, but you were too afraid to let him go and wipe it away. He did it for you, not caring about slightly salty taste as he kissed it away.

“I was wrong… I’ve been.. stupid to think we can’t be together, to think we’re on different paths. But you are my path and you’re always gonna be my path,” he closed his eyes as he pressed his forehead against yours, smiling softly.

He was out of breath, his heart racing with nerves but he came too far to back out now.

“I know there’s a million reasons why we shouldn’t be together, but I’m tired of ‘em. I’m tired of every single one of ‘em. We all gotta make a choice… and I choose you,”

His eyes were open again, looking right into yours as his lips curled up into smile. It felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders and God, it felt so damn good.

“I love you, Elvis,” you told him, laughing softly through your tears. “And not because of this suit.. not because you’re Spiderman. But because you are you and I love you, Elvis Presley,”

His cheeks were aching with how broad he was smiling and he relished in the feeling.

The two of you moved closer at the same time, lips crashing on each other’s. This time, you knew he wasn’t just kissing you because of an unfortunate case caused by any kind of pollen.

This time, you knew it was because he loved you.

“Are you still leaving?” he asked, his voice a whisper after he gently pulled back from the kiss. You sighed deeply, shaking your head with a smile on your face.

“I’m not,” you told him, pulling your face back from his as you pulled his mask over his face. He laughed as he fixed it to sit properly with one hand, his other arm wrapping firmer around your waist. “Take me home, Spidey,”

“Hold on tight, little one,” he grinned and as you were suddenly swinging through the air and away from the bridge, you were nearly screaming his ears off.

But you trusted Elvis. He’d never ever let you fall and you finally managed to open your eyes after a few minutes, mesmerized by the view of the city from so far above.

Perhaps your life would never be the same anymore, perhaps things would get harder, more dangerous.

But if it meant you’d finally have your happy ending with the man you loved, it was worth the risk.

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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 2 years

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It's been a while since I've had a nice long fic rec list cross my dash so, as my good friend said to me earlier today, I'm going to be the change I want to see.

Anyway, here are some of the in-progress Irondad fics and series been enjoying recently! (in no particular order)

❤ A Secret Or Two by Winterturtle @winter-turtle

Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings || Rated T

A single gunshot was all it took to turn the Parker family's lives upside-down. It's been rough couple of months, but Peter and May were slowly starting to pick up the pieces of their lives. For a moment, it was starting to feel normal again.

That is, until a mysterious man barged into their apartment, leading to a secret or two being revealed about both of them.

Or a (former) Shield agent May Parker fic because I couldn't find this trope anywhere.

❤ 5 times Peter Parker falls asleep in an uncomfortable position by lemonlillybee @lemonlillybee

Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings || Rated T

And 1 time he falls asleep like a normal person

❤ 5 Times Tony Tried to Be a Good Dad by InfinitesimalDna

Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings || Rated M

+1 time he knew he was.

Or, Tony trying to navigate new waters he never thought he would have to with the kid. He hopes he can handle at least one of 'em right.

❤ Social Butterfly Spidey by Jenniboo311 @jenniboo311

No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated T

A series filled with Spider-Man's adventures in social media.

❤ A New Point of View by waitingondaisies @waitingondaisies

No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated T

Peter doesn't hesitate before ditching school to go help fight the weird, purple, goo energy type stuff that's coming out of a portal over Manhattan. Perhaps he should have, though, because when he and Tony breathe the stuff in, they end up swapping bodies. With Dr. Strange not answering his phone, Peter and Tony are stuck living each others' lives for the time being. Really, though, what could go wrong?

❤ one single thread of gold by tonystarktrash

No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated M

Tony's answer to the final question of whether he would ever allow contact to be made prior to his offspring’s 18th birthday had been instinctive. Tony had checked ‘no’ and had clicked the end of the pen, satisfied by a job well done. A quiet voice at the back of his mind, the voice of his mother, had caused him to scribble over ‘no’ until the bottom of the page was almost entirely consumed by ink. Then, his handwriting cramped but legible, Tony had written yes — in case of medical emergencies or death of legal guardian(s).

a drunken dare made six years ago leads to a phone call that changes tony stark's life.

❤ Catch Your Own Happiness by truelovetakesawhile

Archive Warnings Apply! || Rated M

When Tony finds a strange, spidery experiment locked underground in a Hydra facility, he takes it upon himself to try rehabilitating a teenager who knows nothing about the outside world.

❤ The ghost at the back of your closet by niniblack @niniblack

Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings || Rated M

The DODC makes good on their threat to charge May with child endangerment, sending Peter into foster care. But in a universe where Tony Stark is still alive, his actions have repercussions as well, and May Parker isn’t the only one fighting to get custody of her child back.

Meanwhile, Peter’s left completely alone and unable to contact any of his loved ones, trying to navigate a system he thought he’d left behind after his aunt and uncle picked him up a few weeks after his parents’ deaths. And he’s absolutely not going to let anything like what happened to him happen to Morgan, no matter what he has to do to make sure she’s safe.

❤ Tales from the Tower MedBay by Call_Me_Coley @call-me-coley

No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated G

Also known as “MedBay Adventures” with a specific focus on Irondad and Spiderson, and of course some Avengers and Ironfam will be stopping by!

A series of unrelated drabbles and oneshots that revolve around the Tower’s MedBay cuz if we’re being honest, you know those walls have got some stories to tell.

Please be sure to leave these amazing authors' comments and kudos!

Also! Stay tuned for a 'completed multi-chapter' and 'one-shot' rec list in the future!

#Irondad fic recs #Irondad #spiderson #Irondad and spiderson #tony stark #peter parker #may parker #spider-man #iron man #mcu #marvel #iron dad and spider son #marvel fanfiction #fandom #fic rec list #spider man #fic recommendation #rec list #fic recs

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piedpiperslists · 2 years

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hi! im travelling tomorrow evening and it's going to be a looooong boring journey since I'll be alone :( can you recommend some fics to read while I'll be bored? any theme, i don't mind hahah

thank you!

Hi. This is quite hard as I don't know which kind of fics you prefer. I just tried to recall some fics that I really enjoyed but are not heavy on angst. I did not include social media aus cos you might have difficulty with your internet connection while travelling, but these are a mix of all types of other aus. Hopefully, you'll find at least one that you'll like.

* s - contains smut

B T S

Everything Falls (Into Place) by blog-name-idk - series (s) / ft OT7, roommates au Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you’re an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

J U N G K O O K

Be-Ghoul-Ment by hellojeongkook - one shot / wc~10.1k / college au Summary: You hate haunted houses more than you’ve ever hated anything. You don’t understand the appeal. But this Halloween, you decide you might hate Kim Taehyung even more.

Chasing Butterflies by ddaenggtan - one shot (s) / wc~12.8k / otaku!Jungkook, jock!reader, college au Summary: You never meant to be a jock in school. The volleyball team had just needed people and you were there and then you had a knack for it. You just happened to be good at it and went with it. Similar to how you saw Jeon Jungkook in your friend’s orientation group and thought he was absolutely radiant and just went with it. For two years. You’ve spent the entire time pining from afar, mostly because you always seem to make a fool of yourself when he’s around, but also because Jungkook is part of that exclusive crowd, the ones that you never can seem to penetrate: the weebs. That is, until your friends get sick of your hopeless pining and decide to do something about it.

Kiss It Better by jincherie - one shot (s) / wc~11.7k / cheerleader!Jungkook, college au Summary: When one goes to Kim Seokjin for advice, it’s almost guaranteed to never end well. This is something Jungkook learns quickly when he mistakenly follows treasured advice to ‘be smart’ and ‘use his assets’. He just did what he was told! Of course, the execution was a bit poor… and embarrassing. But hey, if rocking up to cheer practice in a skirt doesn’t woo your crush, what will?

Spidey Spidey by kookings - one shot / wc~7.8k / neighbors au Summary: Your neighbor slash crush Jeon Jungkook is exceptional at exterminating bugs from your apartment. And also at kissing you.

(Road)tripping for You by latetaektalk - one shot / wc~31k / strangers to lovers, roadtrip au Summary: It was just supposed to be a roadtrip; your best friend, her boyfriend, his best friend, and you. But it gets a little more complicated (and a whole lot more awkward) when your best friend and her boyfriend have to drop out and you’re left to go on the trip with none other than Jeon Jungkook, a complete stranger. Well, a complete stranger except for the fact that you hooked up two years ago.

Cream & Sugar [pt2] [pt3] [pt4] [pt5] [pt6] by gukslut - series (s) / enemies to lovers, barista au, escort au Summary: Stepping into this coffee shop was either the best or the worst idea of your life. You know that barista, you know he’s great in bed. You also know he’s the biggest asshole you’ve ever met.

Ghosted by fortunexkookie - series (s) / bartender!Jungkook, patron!reader, arcade bar au Summary: There are a lot of things to love about the local arcade bar, Drinking Games, but you definitely have your favorites: sinking countless hours into a Ms. Pacman knockoff and lovingly tormenting one of the bartenders. It turns out he’s one of the bar’s owners, a friend of one of your friends, and he just might like you back.

T A E H Y U N G

Always the Bridesmaid by kookingtae - one shot (s) / wc~34.1k / enemies to lovers Summary: When you first meet Kim Taehyung, you’re determined to find every reason you can to hate him—or maybe he’s just looking for ways to get on your last nerve. But when a turn of events has the two of you working the wedding of the man you’re hopelessly in love with, you’re too late to realize the real reason to hate Kim Taehyung is because of the latest column he’s secretly writing: “Always the Bridesmaid, Never the Bride”, and it’s all about you.

No Blueberries by gyukult - one shot / wc~12.3k / college au Summary: No more!Taehyung gets his heartbroken to the point he doesn’t even love his favorite fruit, blueberries, anymore. Then he meets you, the complete opposite of the girl of his dreams, and suddenly, blueberries taste sweet again.

Of Cliches and Romcom Tropes by vanaera - one shot / wc~10.1k / college au Summary: You find yourself literally living a classic Romcom trope by being the nerdy introvert in love with her unexpected friend, Kim Taehyung, your university’s golden theater boy and campus heartthrob. It only turns more disgustingly cliché when you learn he part-times as a prince actor in the same carnival where you work as a ticket booth attendant. Trusting on the clichés you’ve watched in numerous Romcom films, you embark on a plan to get your crush to like you back this Halloween.

Rubies and Roses by min-youngis - one shot / wc~40k / strangers to lovers, fake dating Summary: Being a fake girlfriend slash fiancée slash wife for hire is a very lucrative business, and quite straightforward. But none of your previous clients have been Kim Taehyung, who wants access to his trust fund and thinks he can convince his parents that he can be responsible with it by proving that he can hold down a mature, completely normal and not-at-all fake relationship. This isn’t any job, and the boundaries between customer and something more are about to get increasingly blurry.

The Holi-Date by kpopfanfictrash - one shot (s) / wc~40.5k / fake dating, neighbors au Summary: When your ex-boyfriend becomes engaged to his new girlfriend at your annual Holiday party, you admittedly are not in the best place. Which explains why you down six shots of alcohol, enthusiastically drop it low on the dance floor and – oh, yeah – tell everyone you are also dating someone. The only problem? You are obviously not. Good thing your neighbor happens to be cute and in need of a ride to work every morning.

Because of You, Blue by ugh-yoongi - series (s) / exes to lovers Summary: Nearly a year out from your breakup with Taehyung, Jin begs you for help saving his failing restaurant. The two of you aren’t exactly friends, but you feel some stupid sense of obligation and, really, what’s the worst that could happen?

The President's Son by jimlingss - series / bodyguard au Summary: Kim Taehyung is the President’s son, mischievous and playful, and infamous for being a troublemaker. When everyone’s given up, they call for you to be his personal guard. There’s no other choice when your dad’s assigned you to it and surprisingly Taehyung doesn’t mind either. Maybe because you happened to grow up with that brat.

S E O K J I N

Don't Go Baking My Heart by candlewaxandp0lar0ids - one shot (s) / wc~14.7k / strangers to lovers, bakery au Summary: You fall in love with Kim Seokjin’s bakery after wandering into it to take advantage of the post-Valentine’s Day discount on the chocolates. Maybe it’s the owner’s bad jokes, maybe it’s the other regulars, maybe it’s the delicious pastries. Or maybe there’s something more that keeps you coming back to that shop.

Ill-fated by sketchguk - one shot (s) / wc~12.7k / enemies to lovers, college au Summary: Kim Seokjin is the bane of your existence. There’s just something about him that annoys you to the core. But after being forced to spend a weekend with him for a film project, you learn that there’s more than meets the eye hidden behind his persona.

Love, Lust, and Life Mushrooms by miscelunaaa - one shot (s) / wc~7k / established relationship Summary: Jin has had a very specific fantasy for a long time, and he’s decided that he wants to make it a reality. Will your relationship be strong enough for the strain this puts on it? Or will the two of you come out of it stronger than ever?

Once Bitten, Twice Shy by fantasybangtan - one shot / wc~15k / enemies to lovers, doctors au Summary: Working a twenty-four hour shift at the hospital was pretty low on the list of things you’d hoped to be doing on Christmas eve. Fortunately for you, doctor Kim - golden boy of the ward and, coincidentally, your arch nemesis - is around to keep things interesting.

You Suck! by ugh-yoongi - one shot (s) / wc~18.3k / vampire!Seokjin, strangers to lovers, roommates au Summary: The one where everything goes very wrong but a lot more goes very right.

Exes and Superher-o’s by kpopfanfictrash - two shots (s) / exes to lovers, superheroes au Summary: As a well-known superhero, you’re not unaccustomed to the everyday stresses of life. Whether you’re off fighting supervillains, navigating the city subway at night, or convincing your handler you’re not about to have a nervous breakdown, you know you’re well-equipped for whatever life throws your way. Unless said obstacle is your annoying ex-boyfriend, who also happens to be the most famous superhero of all time and a constant thorn in your side. Oh, and now he’s your new partner.

River Lead Me Home by crystaljins - series / childhood friends to lovers, fantasy au Summary: Ever since coming to the human realm when you were child, nothing seems to fit, and this was just supposed to be a simple roadtrip to help you find yourself. Is that too much to ask for?

Have a safe trip and happy reading!

#fics ask #fic rec

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multifandom1writer · 10 months

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Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse brainrot!

(Noah is my oc! Pls don't steal him or copy him.)

Noah Alvira

Ghost-Spider

Universe X-547601.

Noah was a spiderman, just like any other, of course his abilities as a ghost and spider allowed him to do more than your regular spider, but at the end of the day, hes just like you and me, and your other regular spider fellows.

Noah is in the spider society, he's quite the social butterfly and isn't afraid to talk with anyone!

Believe it or not he even gets along with Miguel, after all Miguel was his mentor, so I guess that's kind of expected

Everyday he does his best at the whole spider stuff, he may fail, but he always gets back up, no matter what

Because in every other universe, every Peter Parker, Miles Morales and many more, they get up.

Of course, Noah Alvira will do the same.

He's no different between any other spider and all the heroes out there

He may be one single spider, but that different matter to him, no one else could protect his city like he did.

The shiny billboards, the people and the buildings, the great flashing lights and all the sparkling colors are what bring his city to life

And it's what he fights for, for his city, for his life, he may get disrespected from time to time by the people of New York who thinks he's a menace.

But he knows better, because he saves and cares for people

He's a great person that does everything in his power to make sure others are safe.

He is a Spiderman after all.

But Noah, he feels weak, he feels vulnerable and like a bait in an ocean of sharks.

All the comments, the hard words, the stares, the whispers that surrounded him, choked him until he exploded and all that was left was his broken heart.

And he cried, a lot.

That no matter how strong he got, it was never enough.

Until one day, he didn't come back.

He stopped coming around to HQ, abandoned the team, stopped attending his training session with Miguel.

It was like, he disappeared.

Until one day, Miguel had enough, he went to Noah's world.

But he never expected what he saw.

A broken world, green clouds and gray skies, torn buildings and ruins everywhere in what once was the great New York of universe X-547601.

No lights flashed, no people walked, and silence haunted the once cheerful town square.

Clicks and steps sounded in the distance, Miguel was caught off guard as a monster launched at him.

Green pale skin and blank almost blind eyes, decayed body and teeth, ripped clothes and skinny body to the point their bones were visible.

It groaned and grunted like it was trying to speak, but it just tried to slash at Miguel and eat him alive, to contaminate him like it has probably done to so many others.

He hid behind a car, ready to call for backup as even more infected neared, he stopped once the silence came back.

And the only sound heard was the sound of blood hitting the stone cold floor.

Noah panted, so cold his breath formed into a little cloud of breath.

Eyes red with a green hue over them, sharp fangs and pale skin, messy hair and black clothes, torn Spidey suit underneath.

He killed the infected like a beast, black claw like nails digged into the infected's body as Noah killed them with no mercy.

Miguel stood up, shocked at what he was seeing.

The once friendly and kind Noah had turned into a beast, he let his human side go, and now he was pure ghost, just like his name said.

The infected that had once surrounded Miguel now laid on the floor, dead as could be, Noah glared up at him.

Not a single word had to be uttered as they looked at eachother.

Miguel didn't want to believe that was the same Noah he had taken in under his wing and cared for.

He didn't believe this Noah, was the one he had taught how to swing, how to control his ghost powers, how to shoot, how to do everything a spider man needed.

He was lost, Noah's once brown and soft eyes were red with pain, Noah looked lost and broken.

Like he didn't know why he was standing after falling so many times.

So broken and defeated, wanting to feel the warmth of being home again.

But in Noah's mind that didn't matter.

None of it mattered, he would kill how many more needed to be killed, punch who needed to be punched and punish those who deserved to be punished.

He wasn't weak anymore, he didn't himself as weak, he didn't even think of himself like a human anymore.

And that hurt, in so many ways, but it didn't matter, because he had to save New York.

He's a Spiderman, and that's what they do.

No matter how many people he has to kill or fight, just like right now.

He saw Miguel's eyes change, his muscles tensed and his claws became noticable

Miguel wasn't going to let him continue killing those infected.

And Noah knew it.

So he got ready for Miguel's punch, he tumbled backwards as the fist collided with his face, and he looked at Miguel

Tears welling in his eyes as he spoke the next words.

Grief and anger in his voice.

"So....what? You want to kill me? Fine."

Noah stands still and faces Miguel

"Kill me. Right now.

Kill me like I killed those people!"

Miguel's blood ran cold, he couldn't believe what he was hearing or seeing, more like he didn't want to believe.

He remembered when he took Noah under his wing, when he helped him get a better control of his ghost powers, laughing and staying up late watching the city.

His heart broke at the sight of Noah, he wasn't insane, he was hurt and wounding and just needed someone to help him like he helped others

But he didn't know if Noah wanted his help.

Maybe he was to deep into it, and the insanity and pressure if everything was already dragging him into the deep pits of the crevice of his un forgiving brain and world.

That forced something like this into the shoulders of a child.

Maybe Miguel had to do his old disciple one last request, and kill him just like asked.

#spiderverse oc #spider man: across the spider verse #ghost spider #across the spiderverse #spidersona #fanfic #my ocs #writing #miguel spiderverse

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years

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Quizzes

Synopsis: you and Tom take a Buzzfeed quiz

Masterlist

“Hi I’m Tom Holland.” Tom smiled at the camera.

“And I’m Y/n L/n.” You greeted. “And today were taking some Marvel quizzes with Buzzfeed.”

“Are you ready, darling?” He asked you as he moved the laptop in between you.

“I’m ready to beat you.” You nodded.

“Is this a competition?” He asked the people behind the camera.

“It is now.” You stated. “Read the first question.”

“Which stone would you want power of?” Tom read off the screen. “I’m not gonna read the names of the stones because I don’t feel like embarrassing myself this early in the day.”

“I don’t actually know what any of them do.” You realized. “Do you know what they do?”

“The tesseract is a cube.” Tom said confidently.

“Yes, but that’s not an action.”

“Then I have no idea what any of them do.” He mumbled. You laughed at him and leaned your elbow on the back of his chair.

“Me either. This is why we both died in Infinity War.” You joked.

“Stop.” He playfully pushed you. “I think the reality stone would be cool because remember the fight between Doctor Strange and Thanos with all the pretty butterflies? We could just do that everyday and, you know, have world peace.”

“You’re right. We’re gonna go with reality stone.” You said to the camera as you clicked that answer.

“Next question.” Tom rubbed his hands together. “Which Disney character would you want on the Avengers?”

“Sorcerer Mickey.” You pointed to the picture of Mickey in his blue wizard hat. “Imagine getting tag teamed by a bunch of adults and a rat.”

“I’ve never seen the movie with this Mickey.” Tom realized. “I don’t remember this outfit.”

“I think it’s called Anastasia.” You told him.

“No, that’s a Broadway show.” Tom shook his head. “This is called Euthanasia.”

“It’s called Fantasia.” Someone behind the camera told you, making you and Tom exchange a knowing look.

“Oh.” You laughed. “I’m too embarrassed to pick sorcerer Mickey now so let’s go with the Genie. I think magic would be useful.”

“Genie.” Tom repeated as he clicked on it. “Next. Which DC character could defeat Thanos?”

“Let’s see them defeat the box office first.” You mumbled under your breath.

“You can’t say that.” Tom laughed in shock.

“But I did.” You shrugged. “What are they gonna do about it? They can’t even CGI a mustache.”

“Okay.” Toms laughed died down. “Next question. How would your closest friends describe you?”

“I don’t know.” You thought about it. “How would you describe me?”

“Beautiful.” Tom said simply.

“Fair enough.” You laughed shyly. “I mean, fair enough.”

“Caring, loyal, creative, funny, kind, successful.” Tom read off the options. “I mean, you’re all of these things. But when I think of you…”

Tom stopped in the middle of his sentence as a wide smile broke out on his face.

“Why are you smiling?” You asked him.

“Because I’m thinking of you.” He told you.

“Aw. Is disgusting an option?” You asked sweetly.

“Shut up.” He pushed you again. “I’m choosing funny.”

“Good choice.” You nodded and went to the nest question.

“Which dynamic duo is your favorite?” Tom read off the screen.

“I was thinking Thor and Loki.” You decided after surveying the options.

“Me too.” Tom agreed. “But I don’t really know what dynamic means, if I’m honest.”

“Me either.” You realized. “Let’s just move on. Which weird or unconventional superpower would you want to possess?”

“I think to read and instantly memorize.” Tom answered. “That would help with scripts.”

“When I worked in retail, costumers would have to punch in their social security number if they forgot their store card and I would see it on my screen.” You told Tom with a coy smile.

“Oh?” He laughed in confusion.

“I could commit in with theft in bulk.” You stated. “I’d just memorize all their social security numbers without even trying.”

“Oh my God.” He groaned and went to the next question.

“Who’s origin story is your personal favorite?” You read out loud.

“The way that neither of us are listed as an option.” Tom mumbled under his breath when he saw the choices.

“Your origin wasn’t even in your movie.” You laughed. “They jumped right in and said y’all know the drill. Dead uncle, no more glasses, and instant abs.”

“I’m torn because Steven Strange’s is about healing and putting yourself back together and Steve Rogers is about perseverance and determination.” Tom sighed as he tried to decide.

“And being skinny.” You winked at the camera.

“I’m also leaning towards Carol Danvers because women.” Tom ignored you.

“I’m gonna pick Steve because his story is sweet.” You decided and clicked on the option.

“And finally, what would you say is your personal character flaw?”

“I don’t know. I’m perfect.” Tom said smugly.

“Is being a massive liar an option?” You asked the camera crew.

“Leave me alone.” He nudged your side. “I would say reckless. Between the two of us, there are four brain cells and two of them are playing Uno.”

“I agree.” You chuckled. “Pick that one.”

Tom clicked the option and it brought you to the end of the quiz.

“We made it! We survived!” You cheered as you turned to high five him. Tom high fived both your hands and before slinging an arm around your shoulder.

“Thank you for having us Buzzfeed.” He said into the camera. “I haven’t been Y/n L/n.”

“And I haven’t been Tom Holland.” You smiled. “Until next time.”

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kazewhara · 2 years

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no because now i'm stuck on spidey!kazuha.

cause at school, he's literally just the quiet nerd that a few people look up to because he's oddly well-versed in just about everything? he can recite shakespeare seemingly off the top of his head and, if he wanted to, stump his chemistry professors with his questions.

kazuha isn't a social butterfly, but he's not a hermit... he just keeps to himself and is really good at matching the energy of the people he interacts with! people like him!

but as spider-man, it's literally like peter parker — villains kinda hate him because he won't shut up. i'd like to imagine he's a master of quips, particularly because he's an english major who zones out during class thinking about the times he's made villains like the sandman cringe with his jokes

and yes, while he zones out, he also wonders if you find him funny whenever he swings by. he's seen you hide a giggle once, so he stores dumb jokes and flirty comments away just for you. he could never say that kind of stuff to your face though — he's got a solid reputation and he knows that you don't really care much for him in the first place

#z spam #z hcs #ARRGGHHHH #GET ME OUT OF HERE #LET ME OUT!!#FREE MEEE

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heartofholland · 4 years

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tom recs <3

hi guys! here is a fic rec list i made of all the fics i’ve loved. personally, i consider myself an avid fic reader so i have read a shit ton of fics. these are just my highlights. let me know if you want more like this! and if you do end up reading any of these please make sure you REBLOG them to spread the goodness. these writers work their ass off and deserve all the credit in the world. enjoy! <3

SERIES

riding my by @worldoftom this fic is barely started but i love everything this writer puts out. very smutty, very hot. innocence kink check!

breaking curfew by @wazzupmrstark ASSHOLE TOM! my weakness. enemies to lovers but make it FWB. what I wish my summer camp was like instead of my thighs sticking to chairs and lice outbreaks.

eighteen by @angelic-holland corruption/innocence kink! basically all smut but damn do i want bad boy tom.

the situationship by @fairytelling can’t say enough about this fic. the definition of falling in love with your best friend. if my relationship isn’t like this i don’t want it.

happiness is a butterfly by @blissfulparker soft mob!tom and they’re forbidden soulmates! updates are WELL worth the wait!

i only feel you by @stuckonspidey the first time i read my watch thought i was working out for how high my heart rate was. shit keeps you on your toes. there is a sequel fic but just a heads up you will want to unstan tom on multiple occasions.

make me love you by @mrs-hollandstan frat boy player tom turned soft. mans does a whole 180. fuck dom.

perfidy by @peeterparkr couldn’t be more obsessed with this fic. they’re both so fucking stupid but too afraid to get hurt. also the social media posts are so fucking cute and crucial to the story

eloped by @worldoftom getting married to tom in the most beautiful vacation spot? sign me the fuck up

you. by @txmhoelland i think there’s definely worse men to be set up with as a PR stunt.

erotas by @farfromparker i have definely read this fic for more days than i’ve been on this earth but every time i lose my goddamn mind

dare you to move by @starksparker-archive the best version of FWB tom is when you’re his roommate…

gone by @dahliaspidey this one… hurts. but i just know it will bounce back.

take me out by @angelic-holland warning this one is really dark. like serial killers. but it was so fascinating i am completely obsessed with the psychology of it all. jake is featured and please don’t imagine the mr. music the entire time like i did </3

single all the way by @heyhihellowhatsup0 i read this whenever i need a lil christmas pick me up

sweetener by @keepingupwiththeparkers cute awkward relationship. it is so real i feel like it could actually happen to me.

ex on the beach by @heyhihellowhatsup0 THE ANGST GIVES ME LIFE

SMUT

bartender by @t-o-m-holland tom happens to own your favorite bar. your subtle flirts aren’t working. the banter between reader and the fam makes me wish i didn't have social anxiety.

siren by @rosyparkers don’t get me wrong i will scream ACAB til the day i die but police officer tom could definitely get it.

best of three by @mrs-hollandstan one of the 3000 threesome fics i have saved. imagine not getting one of the hottest men but TWO.

roommates by @hollandbaby what a coincidence we both want to fuck each other! this checks all the kinks my man. i’ve read this probably no less than 100 times.

that was that by @moorehollandplz dom!tom but something flips and he’s never been more gentle. mans got both sides of the playing field covered.

know your enemy by @angelic-holland short but sweet. hate sex is always hotter behind the scenes.

wasabi by @angelic-holland literally everything about alice is phenomenal but this is on of my faves. when i read this it makes me feel smarter. also body shots.

say good night by @madmadmilk this writers work never fails to blow me away but this time she managed to encapsulate my entire life. (minus the execution with a very hot and experienced best friend).

buwygf-ib by @hholyholland just ignore tomdaya for a sec and take in the hottest dom!tom i’ve ever witnessed.

cocky by @sykoxartist yeah he’s an asshole but he’s your asshole. at least that’s what he thinks.

sovereign by @farfromparker sub!tom is so hot. man will beg for DAYS.

summer vacation by @kidney9-9 when is hate sex ever like…. not hot as fuck?

ride by @tomhollandsstan face riding. period.

coincidence by @starshinebucky actor!reader and tom fuck… at least they’ll have good chemistry next time.

skin by @hollandbaby dom!tom is not ok with being a sub. unless it’s for you.

you can bet on it by @kiwi-bitchez all of this writers smut makes my pussy throb. this is my fave. just wait for the twist.

a rose blooms by @cornacopicimagines prince!tom drives me wild. but wait til he finds out you’re not a virgin.

begging by @raewritesfiction tom makes you beg for it.

self reflection by @stuckonspidey this is actual proof tom has a praise kink.

minor inconvenience by @angel-spidey toms an idiot but at least he can get you off.

flesh by @starshinebucky cocky tom kills me.

keeping him nice and warm by @marvelouspeterparker mob!tom the gif itself to sends me.

after hours by @cornacopicimagines never had sexual tension with a teacher but this will do.

ANGST

josslyn by @multiharlot messy situation but reader handles it like a champ. if your heart isn’t broken enough, the last line will make sure it’s unfixable for days on end.

moral of the story by @kelieah listen to the song while you’re at it to make your cry sesh take a turn for the worst.

cherry by @xoluvx this one hurts real bad. so does the song.

a complicated love story by @samhollandssweaters an emotional rollercoaster for real.

he dies in the end by @allfandomxreader ignore the title and just cry your eyes out with me.

eighteen by @fancyxholland you’ll be confused why it’s in the angst category but trust me.

all the lies by @peteywillproceed getting cheated on but the girl is toms gf, how do you tell him.

memories by @nycparkers i sob to this whenever i need a good cry.

don’t be a fool by @nycparkers breakups that dont end messily make me so fucking jealous.

FLUFF

kiss currency by @madmadmilk borderline smut. confused and oblivious harrison. dialogue inspires me to talk to males.

plank all over me by @waitimcomingtoo FILRTY TOM! THE BANTER! i really am a whore for well written dialogue. there’s additional parts but i won’t spoil.

playing cupid by @marvelobsessedteenager you set everyone else up but wait a damn minute how did you forget about tom?

little flirt by @webslinger-holland oh to flirt with tom while he’s sweaty from intensely dancing for the lip sync battle.

pour it out by @rhapsodyparker i don’t know what it is but famous!reader going on talk shows or having interviews and they ask the reader cheeky questions about tom might be one of my many kinks…

hubby by @t-holland2080 it’s the small things that make me want to bawl my eyes out for being so lonely.

going live by @redrebecca the dialogue makes me cry of happiness! tom doing a live (what a concept).

paddy’s crush by @tom-holland-is-spiderman jealous tom but of his younger brother.

wannabe by @sailingintothenight the cliffhanger at the end demands a second part.

flawless by @missnxthingg tom is a simp.

you and me by @sunshinehollandd best friend tom makes me soft.

dick appointments. web shooters. the duality of a man. by @porterporker it gets a lil steamy but man is “web shooter” a funny name for a dick.

best day by @thollandss dad!tom gives me baby fever even though i am a virg.

tom asks your dad by @blissfulparker can i just skip through the bad boyfriends and just marry the love of my life already.

baked chicken by @waitimcomingtoo there isn’t a category for awkward but if there was this would be in it.

lover boy by @starshinebucky tom being so oblivious you like him that you need to call for backup.

afterglow by @wickedholland i wish someone would treat me like this when im drunk instead of leaving me to hold my own hair back.

#tom holland #tom holland fics #tom holland x reader #tom holland series #tom holland smut #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #tom holland fic #tom holland writing #tom holland reader insert

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incrediblyhumbletonystark · 1 year

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Hiii! Would you like some mac n cheese?

Yeah, I'd like some mac n cheese. Can't go wrong with big a bowl of cheese-covered pasta.

-unless of course, it's the boxed stuff. If that's the case you can send it right on over to @socialbutterflyspidey. He'll eat anything, I swear. He's like a human garbage disposal.

#incredibly humble tony stark #tony stark rp blog #tony stark #iron man #social butterfly spidey #mac and cheese

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socialbutterflyspidey · 1 year

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Is Iron Man your dad? He acts like you're dad.

He does not, in fact, share DNA with me. I promise, we're not lying. He's just very old and can't help himself from nagging. 😏

#spidey answers #spiderman blog #spiderman #social butterfly spidey

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jenniboo311 · 2 years

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Wait wait Hot Ones PETER not Hot Ones SPIDER-MAN? Explain

😏

Was wondering if anyone would catch that.

#spiderman #fanfiction #spiderman fanfiction #ask game #social butterfly spidey

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flourgirl · 3 years

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Even If It’s a Lie

Part I to “Even If It’s a Lie”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter drags you to one of his frat parties, and you realize something you should have a long time ago.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: SO much angst, and lots of pining from Y/N. A couple swear words here and there.

A/N: I liked writing the first one so much that I couldn’t stop when it came to this one! Enjoy :-)

“This is the last time I'm asking you this Put my name at the top of your list This is the last time I'm asking you why You break my heart in the blink of an eye” -The Last Time, Taylor Swift

“Pete, I don’t know about this…” you said, looking yourself up and down in the mirror. You looked like a completely different person in the short burgundy dress that MJ had picked for you. The shiny satin contrasted with your dirty, white sneakers that hadn’t seen the light of day since you played tennis in the 9th grade.

“Trust me,” MJ had said when she was choosing your outfit earlier that day, “You don’t wanna wear any shoes that you actually like to a frat.”

“Why can’t you go with him again?” you whined, wishing Peter had somebody, anybody else, to accompany him to his “induction ceremony” into Sig Ep.

“I don’t think I’m what any of those frat guys meant when they said ‘Bring a hot girl’. Plus, you were Peter’s first choice,” MJ replied, nonchalantly biting her nails as you held the dress up to yourself. “That’s the one.”

“I’m not hot,” you sighed as you started to hang the many rejected dresses spread across your floor back onto the rack. “I wore a sweater with a cat on it yesterday. That I hand-knitted.”

“Well... you’re cute. And that’s good enough. Plus, you can keep Parker from getting plastered. You know he’s a lightweight,” MJ laughed, reminding you of the many times Peter had called you to pick him up from a late night of partying.

“Yeah, I guess so,” you sighed, still worried about the fact that you did not like parties. Or strangers, or crowds, or really anything that involved socializing with more than four people at a time. Peter had been the same way all throughout high school. That’s what made you guys so close, but... things hadn’t been the same since you started college.

Peter ran from the other room, smoothing the wrinkles out of the gray t-shirt that fit him just right. You saw him grin from behind you in the mirror’s reflection, and he placed his hands on his shoulders, jostling you lightly.

“Y/N! Are you excited! It’s your first college party!” he exclaimed, spinning you around to look him in the eyes. You stared down at your feet, self conscious over how short you felt in your sneakers next to him.

“That’s not true. I’ve been to parties before! Ned’s birthday was just last month,” you reminded him. “Don’t you remember how you watched me bake a cake from scratch and your only ‘contribution’ was eating the buttercream?”

Peter laughed, ruffling your hair like you were his little brother. “No, Y/N, I meant a real party. With booze and music that’s so loud that you can’t hear what someone is saying. That kind of party.”

Your brows furrowed as you began to fully accept that Peter had changed. So, so much. He wasn’t the dorky kid from Queens that carried your books and watched your favorite animated movies with you just because anymore. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

It didn’t take his spidey-senses for Peter to realize how upset he had made you. “Y/N, I’m sorry. You know I didn’t mean it like that. I just want you to experience everything college has to offer.”

“I think you do that enough for both of us,” you muttered, plopping dramatically onto the couch. Peter followed you, running his fingers gently across your arm as you pouted into a throw pillow. “Couldn’t you have asked any other girl to participate in your frat’s misogynistic tradition?”

“I didn’t want to ask anybody else,” Peter replied. You sat up to look at him, fixing your hair and smoothing out your dress. “I promise, Y/N. I miss you. We never hang out like we used to.”

You rolled your eyes. “And whose fault is that? You’re always—”

“—it’s mine. I know that. So, just come with me tonight and let me make it up to you,” he pleaded, pulling out his signature puppy dog eyes that you could never say no to. “Come on. All you have to do is say the word and we can leave, okay?”

“Okay.”

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Your nerves worsened the closer you got to the frat houses, not mentally prepared for how loud the music would be or all of the sweaty bodies that would inevitably be pressed against you on the dance floor.

As you approached Sig Ep, Peter gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. He looked deep into your eyes, “Y/N. I meant what I said. All you have to do is tell me that you’re ready to go and we’ll leave.”

“You promise?” you asked, chewing on your lip.

“Promise,” Peter smiled, holding out his pinky to intertwine with yours.

Some tall, buff guy was standing at the doorway and greeted Peter with a fist bump. “Hey, Parker! Good work with the dime! She got a boyfriend?” You recoiled at his attitude towards you. It was as if you weren’t even there.

“Nah, Ryan. She’s off limits.” Peter replied coolly, pulling you inside.

You heard Ryan wolf-whistle from his post, causing you to roll your eyes. “Hell yeah! Didn’t know little Petey had it in him!”

Peter wrapped his arm around you, partly to make you feel better, but also because there wasn’t much space for you two to squeeze your way into the kitchen. “Just ignore him,” he said, handing you a red plastic cup, a bottle of Sprite, and a shot glass of vodka.

You peered up at him, unsure. You weren’t much of a drinker, but maybe, just maybe, it would help you ease up on your nerves. Swirling the liquids together into the cup, you downed it before recoiling from the burn. Cheap vodka sucked, you remembered.

“That’s my girl!” you barely heard Peter say from right next to you, feeling him patting your back before he did two shots himself, swallowing them as if they were water. “Come on, I have some people who’ve been dying to meet you.”

The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy. He had called you his girl. You gripped his hand tightly as he led you down the hallway and onto the back patio, where a group of people sat crowded around a bonfire.

A girl with bleach blonde hair and a dark green dress that hugged her figure came running up to the two of you, practically jumping into Peter’s arms as she greeted him. “Peter! I’ve been waiting for you. Come on, you can sit next to me.”

She pulled Peter towards the bonfire, patting the empty spot on one of the benches next to her. Peter turned to nod at you, gesturing for you to follow them. Once again, it felt like you were invisible to almost everybody at this party.

The blonde girl leaned close to Peter’s face, giggling with an obvious drunkenness. “So, who’s your little friend?” she asked, waving her fingers towards you like you were some kind of pet.

“This is Y/N, my best friend.” Friend. That’s all you’d ever be to him, especially when there were girls like her around.

“Hi, Y/N! I’m Gwen. Gwen Stacy. Peter and I met in our thermodynamics class last semester,” she smiled, showing off her perfectly white teeth. “You should’ve seen him! He made everything look so easy.” You already knew that. Peter could do anything he set his mind to.

“Yeah...” you mumbled, refusing to make eye contact with her bright, gray eyes, which matched Peter’s shirt. “So, uh, who are you here with?”

“Oh, duh!,” she said before tapping the guy on her left’s shoulder, pulling him out of the conversation he was having with the people next to him. “This is Harry Osborn. We go way back. Harry, this is, uh…”

“Y/N,” you reminded her.

“Right! Y/N. She’s Peter’s friend,” Gwen told him. He nodded his head and offered a small wave before returning to his conversation. Of course, you thought to yourself. Peter had only asked you to come with him tonight because she was unavailable.

You stared back down at your stupid shoes as Peter and Gwen talked about titrations and bond solutions. Things that you knew nothing about. Was this why Peter was always out at parties? To see her?

You thought about Peter’s promise. Just tell him, you thought. Tell him you want to leave. But you knew that you wouldn’t. You knew that you couldn’t ruin Peter’s fun just because you decided to be a baby and get scared after just thirty minutes into your very first frat party.

Looking back up at Peter and Gwen, who now had her arms draped around his neck, you excused yourself to the restroom, wherever that was. You just needed a break. Peter nodded towards you before turning back to smile at Gwen.

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A banging on the bathroom door startled you. “Hey, uh, could you, like, HURRY UP? I have to take a piss,” a boy yelled from the other side. You got up from the edge of the bathtub that you had been sulking on for the past five minutes to open the door.

“Oh. Sorry, Y/N. Didn’t know it was you.” It was Flash Thompson. Flash, the guy who had made Peter’s life a living hell in high school. “God, you look good. Hey, how’s about you waiting out here for me and we could, you know, catch up?” He winked at you and you wanted to throw up.

Your first instinct was to say no. How could you give Peter’s bully the time of day? But you thought about Peter and Gwen. Gwen. Gorgeous and smart and better than you in every possible way, who was probably sitting in Peter’s lap by now and running her fingers through his hair. Your heartbeat quickened as rage rushed through your body. You wanted to hurt Peter, like he had hurt you. “Yes,” you replied, before he slammed the bathroom door in your face.

One minute later, you were pulling Flash down the stairs and towards the backyard. “You washed your hands, right?” you asked, desperately hoping that the answer would be yes.

“Don’t worry, babe. I just peed. Everyone knows that as long as you don’t get it on your hands you’re all good,” he mused. “You use less water that way, too. Save the planet, am I right?”

You dropped his hand, mentally rolling your eyes, and continued trudging towards the bonfire. You watched as Peter turned to smile at your reappearance, which swiftly dropped once he saw who you were with. It seemed like Gwen had backed off when you were gone too. Was this some kind of weird, territorial act that she was putting on to prove that Peter liked her and not you?

Maybe you were overthinking, but it was too late to backtrack. You sat back down on your place next to Peter, the awkwardness thick in the air. Flash had decided to squeeze himself between the two of you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

Peter leaned forward and shot you a dirty look, which you immediately recognized as his “What the fuck, Y/N?” face.

A familiar voice boomed from behind, and you turned around to find Ryan had finally tapped out of bouncer duty to join the festivities. “Who’s ready for Truth or Dare!”

Shit. You hated truth or dare. Peter knew that. Ever since you had been dared to kiss Tyler Rosado in the 7th grade and he laughed right in your face before flat out rejecting you, the game had become a sore spot.

But you looked at Peter, who was cheering alongside the rest of the group, excited as ever to participate in the game that you swore you’d never play again. He doesn’t care, you thought to yourself, not like he used to.

You felt a vibration from your pocket and scrambled to pull your phone out of your jacket. Well, Peter’s jacket. The one he had let you wear on the way here because you were cold. It was a text from MJ.

“How’s everything going?”

“Not good”, you replied, adding multiple sad face emojis at the end of your message.

“What did that idiot do this time?,” she asked. It was like you could hear her “I’m so going to beat Peter up for this” voice through the screen.

“I’ll tell you when I get back,” you sent, before locking your phone and sliding it back into the jacket pocket.

“Alright, alright, alright. So, who’s up first?” You heard Ryan ask, remembering the terrible event that was taking place right before you. “Hey! Gwen, how about you do us the honors?”

“Of course!” she chirped back. “I’m always up for a challenge.”

“I know you are,” Ryan laughed, causing the crowd of people to whoop and holler around you. “So, truth or dare.”

“Definitely dare,” she slurred, taking another sip from her beer.

“Who’s got a dare for pretty, little Gwen here? Anybody?” Ryan asked, looking around the backyard.

Flash raised his hand. Fuck. Why did you think that it would be a good decision in any way, shape, or form to bring him with you?

“Gwen, I dare you to make out with the hottest guy here!” he giggled, obviously thinking that she’d pick him. What a dumbass.

She smirked, before turning to Peter. “Gladly,” she said as she moved to press her lips against his. You struggled to watch as they made out right next to you, much to both you and Flash’s dismay. It felt like it had been going on for forever when they finally stopped sucking each other’s faces and the crowd’s cheers died down.

That was it. That was the last straw. You got up from where you were sitting and headed back towards the front door, having had enough of frat parties for the rest of your miserable life. Peter probably wouldn’t even notice that you were gone.

You felt hot tears fall down your cheeks as you stumbled out onto the sidewalk, calling MJ as fast as you could. “Could you come get me,” you managed to choke out. “This—this was a mistake. Please, just come get me.”

MJ asked for your address and let you know that she’d be by in a couple of minutes. You plopped onto the front steps, emotionally and physically exhausted from all that Peter had put you through tonight.

A few minutes later, MJ’s car pulled up in front of Sig Ep, and she ran out to hug you, gently rubbing your back to get you to stop crying. “Where is he?,” she asked angrily, glaring towards the frat house.

You pulled her back, sniffling at her, “Don’t. I just want to go home.”

“Fine. I’ll deal with him later,” MJ said, before the two of you got into her car and drove back to the apartment that you shared. Upbeat pop music played on the stereo, which you promptly shut off, preferring to mope with your head on the windowsill, staring out at the cloudy night sky.

MJ unlocked the front door, and you were greeted by Ned and Betty sitting on the living room floor around a Monopoly board. Betty was obviously winning, and Ned was almost bankrupt.

“Y/N!” Betty squealed, getting up off the rug to hug you. “Oh my god, what happened?”

“It was Peter,” MJ muttered, shooting daggers at Ned.

“What!? I can’t control him,” Ned tried to reason. “Y/N, on behalf of my idiot roommate, I’m sorry for whatever he did this time.”

“It’s okay, guys. I just really want to go to bed, okay?” you told them, heading towards your bedroom.

You kicked off your sneakers and threw Peter’s stupid jacket, which smelled just like him, onto the chair in the corner, plunking yourself face first into the mattress. Ned, Betty, and MJ stood in your doorway, watching the entire thing.

“Yeah… I don’t think she’s okay,” Ned whispered, loud enough for you to hear.

Betty hit him on the head. “Ow!,” Ned replied, rubbing his temple from where she had flicked him.

“Will you all just shut up and leave me alone!?,” you screamed, startling your friends.

“Yeah, of course. Just tell us if you need anything, Y/N. We’ll be right outside,” MJ reassured you, before shutting your door behind her.

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You woke up the next morning to the smell of blueberry pancakes and maple syrup wafting throughout the apartment. Dragging yourself to the bathroom, you wiped away the leftover makeup from last night and brushed your teeth, ready to forget about everything that had gone wrong yesterday.

“Good morning, Y/N!” Betty sang from the stove, placing yet another pancake onto the already towering pile before sliding the plate in front of you. “They’re for you. Blueberry, with a little bit of cinnamon, just like how you like ‘em!”

You managed to give her a weak smile, before digging into the breakfast she had so lovingly prepared for you. “Where’s MJ,” you asked, knowing that she would never still be asleep past 7 a.m.

“I’m not supposed to tell you…” Betty answered, obviously trying to deflect from wherever their roommate was. “Apple or orange juice?”

“Apple,” you replied. “No, seriously, Betty. Where is she?”

Betty placed the glass next to your plate of pancakes. A heavy silence hung all throughout the kitchen as you realized the only place that MJ could be right now. She was going to kill Peter.

“Oh my god!” you screamed, scrambling to pull your shoes on and running out the door. Betty mentally cursed herself out for not being able to keep a secret, chasing after you down the stairwell.

“Y/N! If you know what’s good for you, you’ll stop! Please, MJ is just looking out for you!,” she panted from several stories ahead. Betty had no idea when you had gotten so fast.

“Don’t care! He’s my best friend!” you yelled back, before rushing out onto the sidewalk and running across campus towards Peter and Ned’s dorm room. You hated how much you still cared about Peter after all this time. You hated how much you loved him.

As soon as you reached their door, you frantically knocked on it until Ned opened up. “Oh, Y/N, you’re not supposed to be here. Hey, wait—”

You didn’t let him finish his sentence, squeezing your way past him and into their common room. There, MJ and Peter sat playing a game of chess. Until MJ transferred to your school, nobody had ever been able to beat Peter in chess. You scanned the board as they became aware of your presence, and felt a sense of pride seeing that MJ had his pieces tied up to ensure that she’d have a checkmate in five. He’d either have to resign or let her pick off his queen, two knights, and rook one by one.

“Oh,” you sighed with relief, seeing that Peter was still alive. Everyone in the room was staring at you, waiting to see what you had to say.

“Well. I’m going to head home. See you later, MJ. Bye!” You turned on your heels and headed towards the door, where Ned was standing with his jaw on the floor.

Peter scrambled to his feet as he caught up with you, grabbing your arm and spinning you around just as he had done yesterday. “Y/N. Let me explain,” he whispered softly, like there was nobody else in the room. Curse those damn puppy dog eyes. You were better than this. You needed to stick up for yourself.

“Goodbye, Peter,” you said, before breaking free of his grasp and walking out the door, doing your best not to cry in front of everybody.

He started to follow you before MJ pulled him back, uttering a simple “Don’t.”

Walking back to your apartment, you realized that you had been right all along. Peter had changed, and nothing was ever going to be the same between the two of you.

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when you come home to me

Summary: Alex comes home for a few days and spends them in Michael’s bed.

Tags: bittersweet fluff, lost decade, implied sexual content

for the @malexremix here's a remix of @tkstrrand ‘s fic If the world was kind, he would stay.

ao3

Monday

Alex took a deep breath, hands squeezing the armrests of the airplane seat.

They’d just landed and he was just waiting for the clearance to get off the plane. Then he’d catch a cab to his dad’s house to pick up his car and he’d get to go home. He was crawling out of his skin with anticipation and nerves. He knew, logically, that he’d be welcomed back. But he always held a sliver of doubt. Alex was always just preparing himself to walk up to Michael’s airstream and find someone else in his bed.

He didn’t have insecurity around Michael’s bisexuality or anything. He wasn’t intimidated by the idea that Michael might choose to be with a woman because it’d be a simpler time while in Roswell. Honestly, anyone would be easier for Michael to date in Roswell. At least they’d be there full time.

Yet, he couldn’t shake his nerves. He’d gone too long without contact this time, he thinks. Three years. So much could happen in three years. Michael could’ve met someone and gotten married and had a kid and it would’ve been a socially acceptable timeline.

God, he really hoped he didn’t have a kid or a spouse.

The entire process of leaving the airport, watching a few of his fellow soldiers have a grand reunion with their family while he walked towards the doors alone, and riding home in a stuffy cab that smelled faintly of weed seemed to pass all too quickly and drag on painfully at the same time. He was as sure it’d taken his entire day as he was sure it’d been 15 minutes and he was about to fall on Michael’s doorsteps without the time to think of what to say.

The first sign things were going to go in his favor, though, was the fact that his dad’s house was empty. Alex knew his father knew when he was coming back to Roswell. Not that he deliberately went out to keep track of that date, but his dad always seemed to know everything that Alex did. Which would make sense considering his current CO was buddy-buddy with Jesse Manes. The fact that he wasn’t there, waiting to make it difficult for him to get to Michael’s, was a godsend.

Alex took a record-breaking run to his room. He grabbed his phone, his charger, a couple more items of clothing, and his keys and he was gone before his dad could even return.

Michael moved between Foster’s Ranch and the junkyard. He didn’t think about what it would mean if he was somewhere else. How would he find him if he wasn’t there?

Fortunately, he didn’t have to dwell on that disaster seeing as Michael’s truck was right where he left it in Sander’s junkyard. He took a breath and climbed out of his car at the same time Michael emerged from the door. He had to lean against the car as he got a good look at him.

He looked practically the same, maybe with a little more facial hair going on, but the shirt and the jeans were more of the same. Alex didn’t have to touch it to know how soft the fabric was from years of use. He didn’t have to feel Michael rub his stubbly cheek on parts of his body to know it’d leave a beard burn rash for a day or two after he left.

He wanted to feel it anyway.

“Alex,” Michael breathed, his eyes going a bit wide and his lips parting like he couldn’t quite believe it. That hurt more than Alex had the words for.

Alex pushed himself off the car and shoved his hands in his pockets, hoping to give his hands something to do while also keeping them to himself until Michael gave him the green light to do otherwise.

“Hey.”

Michael took each step down with his entire body weight, thud, thud, thud, like he didn’t know another way. It had Alex feeling nervous and excited and a billion other things.

“You’re back,” Michael said. Alex tried to smile, but it refused to find his face so he nodded and looked down.

“Temporarily.”

Michael was quiet for a moment, but he never stopped walking closer. He stopped just an arms-length away and Alex’s eyes trailed up him, trying to spot any difference. He didn’t really see any, only a few holes in his jeans that Alex longed to put his fingers through.

“How long?” Michael asked.

“‘Till Thursday,” Alex said, making that arms-length distance more like hands-width. Michael nodded slowly, his eyes betraying his thoughts and feelings. How that wasn’t enough, but he would accept it anyway. A twisted part of Alex basked in the fact that he was wanted at all.

Instinctually, Alex looked around the junkyard for any signs of life. Not that he was foolish enough to think that Sanders didn’t know something. More than once, he’d whistled for Michael like a dog instead of coming close enough to knock which Michael thought was hilarious and only happened “when you’re in my bed, Private, I think he’s got Spidey senses”. It was a little nerve-wracking, but Alex was able to convince himself that that didn’t mean Sanders knew it was him or knew what they were doing. There was reasonable doubt to be had. But. Still.

“Sanders is away, I’m looking after the yard for a while, no one’s around,” Michael whispered. Alex’s eyes drifted back to him and a smile finally found his face at the idea that they were completely alone. That meant he could convince Michael to stay in bed a little later in the morning. That meant he could get him to be a little louder. They could be a bit more comfortable in their own skin.

Michael moved until they were practically chest to chest, nearly stepping on Alex’s toes in the process. He wouldn’t have minded if he did, honestly. Michael reached up to grab his collar, tugging him in until they were nose to nose. He laughed softly, that tense knot of nervousness in his stomach exploding into pure excitement. For all the times he told himself he’d never come back to Roswell, this made it blatantly clear why he kept doing just that.

“Wanna go inside?” Michael murmured, tilting his head just enough to nudge his nose into Alex’s. Alex nodded quickly, feeling young and dumb and giddy for just a moment, and Michael smiled. God, he was beautiful.

Michael’s hand drifted from his collar down to his hand and he led the way into the airstream with Alex hot on his heels.

When the door closed, Alex started to unbutton his jacket. He expected frantic, desperate movement from both of them like usual, but Michael stopped and looked at him up and down for a moment. Alex grinned and slowed just a bit, just to tease. Michael rolled his eyes and leaned forward, his lips brushing Alex’s cheek in an experimental fashion. Something bigger than butterflies‒birds, maybe pterodactyls‒burst in his stomach at the small affection.

“Say ‘honey, I’m home’,” Michael asked against his cheek, voice quiet and unsure. Alex turned his head until they were nose to nose again and shucked off his jacket. It hit the floor and he didn’t give a shit about picking it up to fold it neatly.

Alex hooked his thumb into the hem of Michael’s jeans and tugged him in until they were pressed together from head to toe. He very much wanted to be pressed head to toe without their clothes between them. So he grabbed the belt buckle.

“Honey,” he said, breathy and not as sing-song as he was planning. Michael grinned anyway.

Alex yanked the belt out of the belt loops and Michael started to untuck Alex’s shirt, calloused fingers gliding over his stomach. Alex slowly started backing him further into the airstream towards the little bed that they’d made more happy memories in than Alex would ever tell anyone about. They were theirs. No one was allowed to taint them.

“I’m home.”

“You’ve been gone a while.”

Alex tried not to flinch at the simple statement, instead of letting his fingers trail over Michael’s skin. He had his ear against his heart and the soft, repetitive thud was soothing in more ways than he had the words for.

“I got a promotion, things have been kinda hectic,” Alex said, quiet and clinical in hopes Michael would drop the subject sooner rather than later, “We were traveling a lot.”

Alex managed a glance up at him and met his eyes, silently asking him to drop it if he could. That was an easier said request than done, but still. Michael rewarded him with a hand through his hair.

“Congrats,” Michael said dryly. Alex scooted a little closer, pressing up against his body in hopes that it’d subdue whatever was going on in his head. It was all he could do.

“Tell me about you,” Alex said, desperately changing the subject as he rested his head on Michael’s chest again. His heartbeat was a little louder, a little faster. Alex wanted to soothe that away somehow.

Michael’s arms wrapped around him.

“Isobel got married.”

“To Noah?” Alex asked, a smile tugging at his lips. He didn’t know the guy and he had mixed feelings about Isobel, but Michael loved her and he thought Noah was good for her and therefore Alex felt the same. “That’s great.”

“Mhm,” Michael agreed, craning his head down to search for a kiss. Alex moved to touch his face and deepened the kiss with ease.

This he could do. This he knew would make him relax. It always did. Maybe that was stupid and immature, but it felt good. It was an easy way to see Michael smile, to hear him laugh, to feel his skin turn red with adrenaline and excitement. And Alex knew he was the cause.

He liked being the cause of good things and so far making Michael feel nice was the only thing on that list.

Alex pulled him down into bed with him all over again, a silent promise to add a tally next to that one item on the list.

Tuesday

Alex slept in late for the first time in a long time, allowing himself to wallow in bed even after he knew there was no more going back to sleep.

He rolled and buried his face in the pillow before remembering that he wasn’t alone. A small smile found his face, still hidden away from the world in the comfort of the pillow and he reached out, feeling for Michael. However, the bed was empty and his smile was replaced with a pout. He lifted his head groggily and looked for Michael only to see him watching him from across the trailer.

“Come back to bed,” Alex whined, reaching out for him and forgetting himself for just a moment. He shouldn’t be whining and begging and using grabby hands towards anyone regardless of what they’ve done. Still. He did it. He quickly dropped his hand and evened his face once he remembered.

Michael seemed unphased by the slip-up, a big, warm smile on his face as he leaned against the counter. He was shirtless and had a pair of jeans on that were unbuttoned and hanging loose on his hips. Alex could follow the line of hair across his abdomen down to where it disappeared beneath his jeans. It made him feel warm all over again and he could feel himself forgetting his composure, wanting to just reach out and take.

“I will in a second,” Michael said softly.

Alex scrunched up his nose in distaste which got a huffed laugh out of Michael, but he quickly let it drop and he sat up. He reached across for where his bag was and pulled out a pair of clean boxers to put on and then threw on one of Michael’s shirts on top of it. It wasn’t as warm as the one he was wearing, probably, but it would simply have to do. And it really, really would do.

Michael came closer, finally, and sat beside him with two mix-matched mugs in his pretty hands. He handed one to Alex and adjusted himself to lean against the wall as Alex took a sip. He found himself staring into the cup almost too afraid to take another sip in case this was just something he made up in his head despite the warmth blooming in his gut at the taste.

“What?” Michael asked, taking a sip of what was most definitely coffee from the smell of it.

Alex turned his entire body to look at him, disbelief thrumming through his veins and a smile pulling at his lips.

“Since when do you drink herbal tea?” Alex asked, raising an eyebrow. He had at least one vivid memory of Michael choking and spitting it out when Alex had forced him to take just one sip.

And it turns out he didn’t and all of the disbelief in Alex’s system lit on fire into pure euphoria as Michael said he got it just for him. A small hope and faith that Alex wasn’t just fucking around with his feelings and dropping off the face of the Earth. Not just that, but spending his money on something for Alex. They didn’t really spend money on each other and this wasn’t necessarily expensive, and yet…

“Thank you,” Alex breathed, moving forward to kiss him again. Michael kissed him back and then took the mug from him to place on the counter beside his own. The taste of the coffee on Michael’s tongue definitely clashed with the tea, but Alex craved it.

The shirt he’d put on ended up on the floor and Michael grabbed his knees to pull him into his lap enough to lay him down. Alex felt high on him, on the idea that he bought him tea, on the fact that he wanted him to come back, expected him to come back. He held onto Michael’s back, tugging him in close and almost clawing at his back just to make sure this was real. That he was really here and they were really together if only for a moment in time.

“Ah,” Alex breathed, gripping him tighter as Michael’s teeth dug into the skin of his neck.

They seemed to have the same idea.

Wednesday

One day, when Alex had a house of his own, he was going to have an at-home library.

He didn’t have time for books much anymore, but the idea was still appealing and one day he wanted to have time for books. He wanted his walls to be lined with them, to have a full selection, to have the permanence of them. Michael, however, was already beating him at starting a collection.There wasn’t many in the grand scheme of things, but more than one should have in a living space so small, a stack of textbooks and non-fictional works on the table and a hidden pile shoved beneath the bed.

The whole thing had Alex feeling light and fluffy again despite the fact that Michael was working and Alex had to entertain himself this morning. It was just so cute. Alex took a shower and got dressed and when he got all ready for the day, he found himself staring at the stack. He carefully took the top one and started to thumb through it.

He objectively knew Michael was intelligent. He didn’t care what people said about mechanics, the shit was hard work and took more intelligence than he was sure anyone really knew. Even Alex really only knew how to change a tire. Michael, on the other hand, had built an entire engine.

Still, opening the old textbook to see it was flat-out mechanical engineering in the most clinical way was enough to make Alex feel warm with pride. All the highlights and notes in the margin felt so personal and the loose-leaf paper tucked into the practice problem pages screamed Michael Guerin. He was just so fucking smart. Alex liked him so much.

A few vocabulary words later‒and most notably a lot of notes on how to build a bigger, more powerful engine and an asterisk to remind him to compare to notes in his Rocket Propulsion textbook‒Alex found himself peeking behind the little curtain to see if he could spot Michael. And he did, seeing him wiping his hands as he spoke to a pretty woman who was probably a decade or so older than them. She was very clearly appreciative and Alex couldn’t help but snort a laugh.

Alex went back to the textbook, making himself comfortable in Michael’s bed. He had a secret, personal, debatably gross affinity for the way the blankets began to smell after they’d had sex a few times without washing them. It was gross, but they smelled a little musty and a little like Alex’s body wash and a little like Michael’s skin and a lot like they were a product of the two of them existing as one. He’d enjoyed the smell since the summer after high school when they were resigned to the bed of his truck with his sleeping bags. The idea of it pulsed in his veins.

He brought the blankets to his nose and kept reading.

“You’re dressed,” Michael noted when he came back inside. Alex managed to drop the blanket at the sound of the door opening in a casual motion, trying not to do anything distinctly weird. If Michael noticed he didn’t say anything, instead happily sitting on the bed in all of his sweaty, greasy glory and pulled Alex’s legs into his lap.

Alex glared at him and deeply buried the urge to see what his neck tasted like when he was this messy.

“It was getting cold,” he said simply as he put the book down.

“That’s what the blanket is for.”

“So, I was just meant to wait here for you, naked?” Alex teased, gravitating closer unintentionally. His eyes drifted to that spot on his tan neck, glistening with the heat of the day. A little bit of staring and he realized he left a mark.

Huh. That was a first.

“That was the plan, yeah,” Michael said. He grabbed Alex’s hand and held it tight.

Alex teased him and watched him closely, considering pulling him down and saying screw showers despite the fact that Michael desperately needed one before he put his hands anywhere sacred. Michael, however, noticed the book.

“Engineering,” Alex told him when he asked, “You’ve got lots of notes in here, you building something?”

Alex turned a few pages, that one reminding him to compare notes in his rocket science book unintentionally catching his eye again.

“Just cars,” Michael said, tone of voice a little more tense than it should be.

Alex met his eyes and stared at him. And for the first time in a long time when it came to Michael Guerin, Alex got that weird feeling in his gut that said he wasn’t telling the truth. Which would be ridiculous‒what the hell would there be to lie about?

Instead of letting himself sit with the idea, however, Alex tilted his head back and closed his eyes, shaking it out of his mind. They were having a good week. Alex was being paranoid for no goddamn reason. He rubbed his thumb over the back of Michael’s hand before shifting to lay his head on his shoulder. He didn’t smell like the sheets. He smelled like Michael. And Alex didn’t care that he was probably getting him dirty just by being near him.

“What’d you wanna do?”

“Can we just…” Alex said, breathing out as he considered the fact that Michael did actually have to bathe and that they did need to change the sheets after him sitting on them. He wasn’t quite ready to give up the potency yet. He could only have it for so long. “Can we just sit here for a bit?”

“Of course.”

Without meaning to, Alex dozed off. When he came to, the sheets were changed and smelled fresh, though still of Michael, and Michael was clean and tucked up against him. Alex was reminded by how much he liked clean Michael as well. He couldn’t tell if he liked him dirty or clean more.

It didn’t matter. Alex reached up to press his fingers against the mark that was much more visible when he wasn’t grimy and Michael, unconscious and endlessly sweet, moved closer.

He wondered how hard it would be to get Michael to cover him in marks, little reminders for just a few more days after he left. That was, however, extremely impractical and irresponsible given, well, everything about his job.

So instead he cuddled closer and held him and tried to memorize the way his body felt this close.

Thursday

“Do you remember the movie Cars?”

Alex blinked a few times as he registered the words coming out of Michael’s mouth. He was struggling to stay awake considering they’d spent the entire morning testing out the true meaning of stamina and destroying the concept of a post-coital recuperation period, hours dedicated to whiting out Alex’s mind from the inevitable departure that was coming closer with each passing moment. They were running out of time and Alex was much more content to not think about it or address it.

And Michael apparently wanted to talk about Cars.

“What?” Alex asked, lifting his head. Michael was laying in the opposite direction, his lips swollen and red and his hair a frizzy mess where it laid against Alex’s shin. His feet were on the wall to avoid being on the pillow.

“Cars, like the animated Disney movie?” Michael said.

“I-I mean, yeah, I remember Cars. Just, like, where did that come from?” Alex asked, huffing a laugh. He grabbed one of Michael's ankles and brought it to his chest, just needing to touch him.

“Remember when we watched it in Spanish senior year?” Michael continued. Alex nodded, watching him.

Michael seemed still a little dazed now that Alex’s eyes focused on him more. His fingers were playing with Alex’s leg hair and his eyes were half-lidded and the sun was shining even past the curtains, his tanned skin glowing. Alex had littered his skin in tiny red marks that he couldn’t ask for in return. He looked fucking godlike for a moment. Longer than a moment.

“Yeah, I remember we had a sub and she couldn’t figure out how the subtitles worked so we watched it in Spanish with French subtitles,” Alex said.

“You put your head down and your shirt rode up a little ‘cause of it. I sat there for, like, thirty minutes trying to figure out how to tell you that your shirt rode up and I could see, like, a millimeter of your boxers and an inch of your skin. It was nothing, really, but I remember feeling like it was the most scandalous thing I’d ever seen. And I stared at you the whole class period trying to work up the nerve to say something to you, anything, even if it was just saying I liked your shirt,” Michael rambled, his voice a little muffled against Alex’s leg. That didn’t stop Alex from feeling like his heart was going to jump out of his chest. “Anyway, if you could be in that universe, would you wanna be a living car or a living plane?”

Alex breathed a soft laugh, trying and failing to move past the part where he had just admitted something insanely sweet from a time months before they even really spoke one-on-one for the first time. Clearly, they needed to go at it like that more often. They didn’t tell stories like that. They didn’t talk about things that mattered.

To Alex, that mattered.

“Plane,” Alex whispered, slowly pushing himself to a sitting position and trying not to jostle Michael too much even if it felt awkward. Alex kissed his knee as he slowly took one of his legs back. “I like to fly.”

“You like to fly,” Michael repeated, soft like he was keeping it for himself. Alex smiled and slowly shifted one of his other legs away. Michael pouted adorably about it and Alex slowly made his way up his body.

“Yeah,” Alex said, fingers sliding over his thigh as he placed himself over Michael. The pout faded into something a lot more serene. “I did really well in flight school.”

“You have a pilot’s license?” Michael asked.

“Yeah. Air Force.”

“I’ve looked it up before, not everyone in the Air Force flies planes,” Michael said softly, reaching up to rake his fingers through his hair, “I didn’t know you did.”

“It’s a convenient thing to have and it was offered to us for free. So, you know, if we ever need to fly away, I can handle it,” Alex said. Michael stared at him for a moment. Maybe longer than a moment.

“Okay,” he said, pulling him down for a kiss.

It was languid and slow, the sun bearing down on them and making it hotter in the airstream than it already was from them alone. And Alex reveled in it. He wanted to soak in as much of this feeling in every way.

Because in twelve hours, he would be gone.

His flight was at five. He had to leave Michael by two so he could drop his car off at his dad’s and then he had to call a cab. And that would be it. He would be gone and he wouldn’t know when he would be back.

It was hard, leaving. Alex wanted so many things, all of them so out of reach, and his body ached for it. But he couldn’t have them. It wasn’t about what he wanted and, even though Michael seemed to want it too, Alex knew it was bad for them. It was messy and there were too many other players and it was best they stole this small time and didn’t make it harder than it had to be. They kept it physical and casual because it was what was best.

And yet.

Michael’s hand pressed to the base of his spine, a hot presence holding him close. He touched every inch of skin he could and he kissed him like it was important. Michael kept tea for him and put off work to be here. He hadn’t looked at his well-loved notebooks since Alex got here. His attention was on Alex. All of it. He was wanted here. Alex loved the way that felt.

He loved him.

It was almost torturous how something could be literally in his hands and simultaneously entirely out of reach. The silly game Alex played with himself, letting himself get all excited about going home because he wanted to see him while reminding himself that there was no guarantee that Michael was waiting. There was no promise made. Hell, they barely spoke about things unless they were trivial to make sure they didn’t make things worse.

And he loved him.

Alex didn’t have to ask if Michael was seeing other people when he was gone, he knew he was. He was handsome and smart and hardworking despite what he’d have others believe. He knew one day he’d come home and Michael wouldn’t be open to letting him in his bed. He’d find someone nice, someone cozy, someone safe. Someone who didn’t keep him waiting around. It was only a matter of time. It was stupid to care too much.

But Alex loved him.

They didn’t start another round this time, bodies too fraught and fried and tired to try. Instead, they kissed until the kissing stopped and they just held each other. The sun was shining on them, the clock was ticking, and Michael’s skin was sticking to his with sweat from how hot it was but neither of them was bold enough to move.

And Alex loves him.

Friday

Alex let out a shaky breath as he watched the clock tick to 1:45 AM.

He’d run out of time. Michael was laying on his back, sound asleep with his head leaning towards Alex. It hurt to look at him, but Alex mustered enough courage to touch his face carefully and push his hair back. He kissed his forehead and then his cheek, watching to make sure he didn’t stir, and then slowly got out of the bed that had been so nice to him these last few days.

Alex gathered his things quietly, putting on his shirt and his pants and his shoes. He grabbed his phone and his keys and held them tightly to muffle any excess noise. His heart felt like it was going to melt out of his chest as he looked at him. Apparently, all the touching didn’t help him feel ready to leave at all.

God, it hurt. It hurt so fucking bad.

Alex closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He didn’t tell Michael when his flight was or when he was leaving out of self-preservation. He didn’t trust himself to leave if Michael was awake. And yet it still felt like the hardest thing.

Beside Alex’s bag was a soft, worn black sweater. The sleeves and the neck were stretched out. It smelled like Michael. Alex found himself pulling it over his head despite it still feeling a little hot in the airstream. He wanted to keep something, just this one thing, just for a little while.

Quickly, to make himself feel less embarrassed about it, he opened one of Michael’s notebooks to leave a note. He had a million things to say. He settled on something simple.

Borrowed your sweater, it was cold hope that’s okay.

I’ll give it back next time I’m home

- AM

He started at it and swallowed, trying to make sure it was enough. Maybe he could smother it in tiny hearts or find something to make a kiss print with or something. Something that would let Michael know that he loved him even though that wasn’t an option. He couldn’t think of anything worthwhile, though, and instead just flipped it over.

I’ll be back, I promise

Alex took another deep breath and looked at Michael again, mentally saying fuck it as he leaned back down to kiss him on the cheek and breathe in the smell of his hair. It was intoxicating. He wanted to crawl back into bed with him. It was so much better than being out there, running special operations because he was talented. That’s what he was told. Talented. We need you, do you really need a vacation right now? You’re important. Your decryption is incredible and needed. Fine. Five days, but then you need to come back. Captain.

Five days.

“I’m going to come home,” Alex murmured, standing up straight. He swallowed the lump in his throat and found a tack in a small cup of screws and other pointy things, sticking the note where Michael would see it.

This wasn’t it. He was going to come back. Maybe Michael would be with someone more permanent by then and maybe this was the last time he’d get to kiss him. And that would be fair and Alex wouldn’t complain.

But maybe not. And maybe he’d have more of him in his future. More talks. More anecdotes about liking Alex.

More. They could have more one day. This wasn’t over.

Alex got in his car and drove.

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Could you please do 48 with Sugar daddy!Bucky, please? Thank you!

48: “Why do you keep this picture of me in your wallet?”

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“No feelings, just business.”

That’s what he had told you, the first time he had bought you that far too expensive champagne at the bar at a roof party in Milan. You had been dragged there by Natasha after turning down her offer to let you stay in her penthouse for a few weeks while you could find another place to live in after your landlord had decided to kick you out for a wealthier renter. As a university student, you needed to find a new place to live, and fast, near the university. Unfortunately, your university was in the smack middle of the city- making any possible accommodation extremely expensive.

“Just two drinks and you can leave.” Natasha argued, grabbing your hand and dragging you into the party. You already regretted entering as you felt so out of place- Natasha had been born into wealth, her father being an oil baron and her mother being one of the most famous actresses in Russia’s history. The other people at the party were those in her circle, other rich, successful and attractive people far above your caliber.

“I don’t belong here, Nat.” you complained, frantically pulling at your dress. She had insisted on buying it for you, going as far as pretending to go to the bathroom before paying the bill at the cashier of the designer store, but it was far too tight and short. The black little number clung to every crevice of your skin and matched with the velvet heels you were wearing, making you feel slightly self conscious with every step you took.

“Nonsense, babe. You look fucking gorgeous, you’ve been stressing too much lately and you need to blow off some steam tonight! Besides-” she leaned in closer to your ear to whisper. “I’m pretty sure half of the men here want to jump into your pants tonight.”

You didn’t even want to glance at the direction she was pointing at and scowled, pushing her off with a playful glare.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my best friend.”

“No I’m not, I-”

Someone near the pool called Natasha’s name and she gave you a brief apology and a hug before scurrying off, greeting the other person with a loud scream. She was definitely a social butterfly, whilst you took a bit of time to warm up to people- especially in situations where you felt out of place. And now you were left.

Alone.

“Could I keep you company instead?” a deep voice rung out from behind you. His tall stature dwarfed yours in comparison as he extended his hand towards you, the cuff links of his Armani suit rolled back slightly to expose his skin. The designer suit was nothing compared to his gorgeous face, a hint of stubble on his chin and a jawline that could cut crystal glass.4

“S-sure.”

He ordered the two of you a cocktail you’d never heard the name of, but you didn’t question it, still mesmerized by his presence. He chuckled at your obvious stare, causing you to look away in embarrassment.

“Are you fond of Oscar de la Renta?” he asked, seemingly out of nowhere.

“W-who?”

He chuckled at your frantic response, sipping on his glass slowly as he eyed you up and down.

“Your dress. It’s an Oscar de la Renta piece.... You’re not a part of this usual crowd, are you?”

You shook your head sideways, confirming his suspicion.

“How’d you know Natasha?”

“We go to the same university. She invited me to this party because I’ve been pretty stressed in between studying and finding a new place to stay... Money’s really tight right now and places in the city are expensive...” you rambled on, not noticing the shift in his eyes as he listened to your predicament.

“I could help you, you know.” he proposed. You chuckled nervously, toying with the hem of your dress.

“I don’t even know who you are.”

“The name’s Bucky. Bucky Barnes.”

Three glasses of wine later and he’d lured you in, trading details of your life with his. You found out that he was a self-made billionaire who co-owned a private equity firm with his business partner, Steve Rogers. With hundreds of companies under his palm, he had it all- the money, the fame in the business world, the admiration and loyalty. But he wanted more than a “quick fuck”, as he put it.

“So what exactly are you proposing?” you’d pressed, leaning in closer. He smirked, flexing his rolex watch in the dim bar light.

“I could be your sugar daddy, in the bluntest terms.”

“Do I look like the type of girl who’d be a sugar baby?”

He raised his eyebrow.

“I don’t know, doll, but... you’re fucking gorgeous. And out of money. I know you’re busy with school and all, but all I’m asking is that when you’re not at school to accompany me. I’ll give you everything else- money, gifts, trips to exotic places, connections.... All you need to give me is affection and physical company.”

You bit your lip, mulling this over. The thought of being a sugar baby had never entered your mind, but here you were, being offered the world and more by an insanely attractive man. And all you had to do was keep him company- emotionally and sexually. His hand traveled over to your lap, his clean cologne warming your senses as he awaited your answer.

"No feelings, just business, right?” you asked quietly. He nodded.

“No feelings, just business.”

That solidified your decision.

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For the first few months, you followed him everywhere.

Fiji. London. Paris. French Rivieras.

You’d let him pin you against the wall and fuck you senseless at the hotel room in exchange for an unlimited access to his platinum credit card the next day. He spoiled you with designer dresses from brands you couldn’t even pronounce and gifts that could single-handedly pay off student loans.

With your schedule as a full time student and his hectic lifestyle as a billionaire CEO, you both agreed on having spaced out interactions. If he was in the city, you’d meet him twice a week, maybe even more if he was offering extra. If he was travelling, you could take a week off, week and a half off, maximum, to see him. On the days where you couldn’t physically see him, lots of sexts and calls were exchanged, all from the new phone Bucky had bought you.

It was as business as it could get, or so you thought.

You’d gotten a call from Bucky in the middle of the night, whilst you were cramming for a final, even though you’d both agreed at the beginning that meeting up during finals would be extremely limited.

“Hello?”

“I need you to fly with me to Boston tomorrow night.”

You sighed, rubbing your eyes.

“Bucky, I can’t. I’m swamped with finals and-”

“Doll, I’m literally begging you, I-”

That caught your attention, causing you to sit straight up. Bucky never begged for anything. Let alone, to you.

“My family’s been bugging me about meeting my new ‘girlfriend’ and me ‘settling down’ or whatever. I already told them I was bringing you, please, doll? I’ll double, even triple your pay.”

“Buck... It’s not about the money right now, I really need to do well on my finals. It’s in two weeks.”

“And we’ll be back in a day or so, it’s just a quick stop by. Please... do this for me? A-at least as a friend, we’re at least friends, right?”

And for some reason, perhaps it was because he sounded unusually desperate, you said yes. He picked you up in his limo the next day, exactly at 6pm, and you flew with him in his private jet to his childhood home in Boston.

“It’s a little small.” he’d warned on the plane, as he helped you step down the metal stairs.

Small your fucking ass.

You were astounded by the sheer amount of ground the mansion covered, as a maid scurried towards you and took your bags into the house. The steep marble arches and the high pane windows made you feel small, as you felt Bucky slip his arm around your waist and guide you towards the entrance.

Bucky’s mother was waiting for you at the door, pulling you into a tight hug and gushing about how pretty and polite you were to Bucky. You felt your heart skip a beat when Bucky referred to you as his “girlfriend”, but you forced yourself to breathe and smile.

No feelings, just business, you had to remind yourself.

Bucky was dragged off to the side by his sister and father, meaning that you were dragged to the kitchen to keep his mother company. She was a very lovely woman, which was why you felt quite guilty lying to her about dating her son.

“I’m so happy you’re dating my son, (Y/n).” she cooed, opening the stove. “I’ve never seen him stare at a woman so madly in love.”

Signing if off as good acting on Bucky’s part, you smiled, waving off her compliment.

“I’m the lucky one, miss. That said, I’m pretty sure I’m the romantic in the relationship.” you joked, eliciting a laugh from her.

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that, you know. I’ve seen that picture of you in his wallet.”

Picture?

Bucky never told you he kept physical pictures of you. You’d spend him pictures and you two took pictures on dates and outings, sure, but it was all digitalized and kept away in your phones....

Right?

Before you could question her further, she announced that dinner was ready, forcing you to sit next to Bucky. He pulled out a chair for you, causing his sister to outwardly “aww”, and making you let out a shaky sigh. His hand found his way down the table to rest in yours, his thumb grazing your hand repeatedly in a soothing manner.

That was new.

Bucky was an affectionate man, but he usually kept it brief, unless in bed.

“So (Y/n), tell us more about how you met Bucky.” Rebecca pressed, sipping on her glass of wine with a teasing smile. The conversation flowed easily from there, jokes and embarrassing childhood memories being thrown around as time passed by. Four cups of wine and a mortifying story about Bucky falling on his face during a dance recital at his boarding school, you and Bucky clambered up to bed, your face still red from laughter.

“It’s not that funny.” Bucky grumbled underneath his breath as you clung onto him for support.

“Sorry, I just... I never would’ve thought you’d be a dancer. Let alone a clumsy dancer.” you teased, opening the door to the bedroom.

“Well I guess there’s more of me for you to discover.”

The drunken haze lifted from your consciousness at his response, the sudden soft tone catching you off guard. The entire night, you drank away your fears, the fear that maybe he liked you back. You’d realized you had caught feelings for him, hard, about two months into it, but you’d talked yourself out of acting on it.

No feelings, just business. That is what he had said.

But the whole night he went out of his way to touch you, holding your hand and kissing the back of your neck. Calling you “doll” and “sweetheart.” Telling his family stories about you with an adoring gaze in his eyes. And according to his mother, that picture of you in his wallet...

“Shit, I left my phone downstairs. I’ll be right back.” he said, interrupting your train of thought. He conveniently left his wallet behind, and when you flipped it open, there indeed was a picture of you inside.

And not just any picture.

It was one of you, passed out on his lap after a particularly grueling and boring conference call, in which Bucky was working from his home. You weren’t dressed up, hell, you didn’t even have any makeup on. Just an old t-shirt he owned and short pajama shorts, and a pair of penguin socks. It was oddly domestic and simple.

And he had it printed and stuck in between the leather bindings of his wallet.

“Why do you keep this picture of me in your wallet?”

Bucky’s smile dropped off his face as his eyes shifted to the picture he’d been hiding away in your hand, dread seeping across his chest. He swore under his breath, he knew he should’ve kept it somewhere more secretive, but he just couldn’t help himself.

“Can I be honest?”

You nodded as he took in a deep breath.

“I.... I know I said ‘no feelings, just business’, and really, at the beginning, I thought that was all it was going to be. But... somewhere down the line, I realized, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re wicked smart. You’re so kind. You’re not afraid to crack a joke at my expense. You’re... the perfect girl for me, except I was paying for it. I was paying for this... fantasy. Before you say anything, I know you don’t feel the same. I know this is all business for you, so uh, if you want to end the relationship now, since I’ve gotten attached, I’ll under-”

He’s cut off by your body crashing into his, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and he can taste the cherry wine on your lips as you press into him. He eagerly returns the kiss but is left dazed when you pull back, a wide smile on your face.

“I love you, you idiot.”

He smiles back, a smile so bright and sweet that makes your heart flutter, before he pulls you onto his lap on the bed. His hand is already underneath your blouse as he pulls out his phone, his lips tracing your neck.

“So... what’d you say I get a new picture for my wallet?”

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