Breathe (SMBU part 5)
4k9 | Joel Miller x fem reader x Tommy Miller x raider
Series summary: youâve been kidnapped by raiders, Joel is their leader. Women who donât âbehaveâ are locked in a place you call âthe shithouseâ. You live in your own house, âfreelyâ. You and your roommate, Vic, became girlfriends. Joel, Tommy and the guards have free use of the women in the camp, while respecting Joel's strict rules.
Chapt summary: Joel wants to make things clear, if you ever decide to oppose him again.Â
Him and Tommy use you for an "initiation"
Warnings: 18+ mdni. Dead dove. Dark - noncon (captivity, threat) / dubcon
Gangbang, dvp, oral (f/m), spitting, spanking, rough sex, degradation, praise kink, size kink, piv, rimming, anal, creampies, angst
a/n: Heed the warnings. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, do not pursue reading. I don't condone any of this.
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The next morning while you and Vic were still sleeping, Joel brushed your cheek to wake you up. He asked her to go to her bedroom then changed your bandage gently so as not to hurt you, asking if it was painful. He placed medicine and bandages on the dresser, and left saying he was letting you rest. You didn't see him or any guards for two days, until one of them came and told you to follow him. You tensed up when you approached the shithouse, but you didnât ask why you were there. You knew it was pointless, the explanations would come in due time, probably from Joel, not from a guard. You approached one of the bedrooms and you heard grunts and moans. Your discomfort grew.
âStay here,â he told you, after letting you into the room. The smell was terrible. Still made of cum and piss. You tried to look away as she tried to catch your gaze, silently begging for your help. You wanted to cry knowing there was nothing you could do for her. Nausea seized you. Three guards took turns between her thighs. Tears ran down her cheeks but there was nothing human in these menâs eyes or words. They were taking, taking, taking. Raping. Feeding on her fear as much as her body. The mattress was even dirtier than the first time Joel had brought you there, the day you had to choose your fate.
When all three had come inside her, they passed by you, staring at you from head to toe and you placed your hands in front of your chest as an illusory protection. Once gone, you moved closer to her after grabbing a dirty blanket from the corner of the room to cover her.
âIâm sorry, sweetie, Iâm sorry.â She was crying and was ashamed, as if it was her fault. You hated them. The door opened and Joel entered.
âHaving a good day, Julie?â, he asked.
You hated him now, and he saw it when your eyes met. He grabbed your elbow and led you out of the room.
âYouâre gonna get her killed.â You were so shocked that you were shaking, barely managing to keep your composure. You hoped not to show him but your guts knew better than your mind. This man felt the slightest emotions that emanated from a person, and he used them. Whether to make them feel bad or good, depending on what he wanted. He was way too good at this, and it was probably why he was still alive, running raiders camp in the lost world.Â
âGetting fucked ainât gonna kill her.â
âCome on, Joel! She is poorly nourished, probably has lots of deficiencies and perhaps an infection. Not to mention a psychological damage. Have you really lost all humanity?â
You were trying not to cry. You imagined far too easily how you could have been in her place.
âYou know I donât. You're still thereâ, pointing with his chin at the house where you lived. âIn your pretty bedroom. With your pretty girlfriend.â
The way he said it made you shiver. You showed him your bandaged hand, to make him think about you, rather than her.
âWhatâs your point? You think those guys, the one that railed her, wouldnât have done worse?â
âWhat do you want me to say? That you're less of an asshole than them? Still an asshole to me.â
You wondered if you were going too far but you were too upset by what you had just witnessed. âWhy did you show me this? Those guys? Youâre gonna threaten to send me there again?â
âNo. No I wonât. We both know it wouldnât work.â You looked at each other, waiting for the other one to speak. He spoke first.
âYou think you have leverage on me, that I love your pussy too much to throw you to these men. And maybe itâs true. But now I have leverage on you too. I know how much you care about her. So if you piss me off again sheâs gonna be thrown here and fucked an entire day by these guys. To teach YOU a lesson. She doesn't need one, she knows her place.â
"You disgust me."
âOh, baby. You hate me now, but you love my cock as much as I love your cunt. You may have forgotten it for now, but youâll remember it when youâll moan, bouncing on it. Go back to your house now, lessonâs over.â
You insulted him in every possible way in your head, while he looked at you with his arrogant smirk. Fully aware of what was on your mind. Your heart sank thinking about Vic, and you went straight to your room, hoping that sleep would make you forget everything else.
Footsteps woke you up in the middle of the night, just before a guard entered your room and asked you to follow him. It was unusual. When one of them wanted to fuck you at night, he would do it in your bedroom and then leave. As if they wanted to leave their scent in your bed. You were even more surprised when you saw that he wasn't taking you to the fuckhouse. Or the shithouse. For a moment you couldnât help but be afraid that Joel would âteach youâ another lesson there.
The guard led you to a house you had never been in and knocked on the door. You heard Joel shoot âcome inâ. The man closed the door behind you, and Joel told you to go upstairs. He was lying on a bed, in jeans and a t-shirt.
âIs itâŠ?â you started to ask.
âMy bedroom, yeah.â
You looked around. The furniture, the way the room was organized. Everything was clean and tidy. You looked at the window, illuminated by a nearby lamp. Pink, blue and purple paper butterflies were hanging there, moving with the breeze that brushed against them. Everything was minimalistic in his room, and this childish touch of color stood out from everything else. You turned to him with a confused expression and he took a moment before responding.
âA reminder of my daughter.â A veil formed over his eyes. Your heart sank when you heard this confession. With those words, you suddenly realized two things. He had experienced a loss that broke his heart, and you had a special place for him. A part of you had already known it, but now you couldnât deny it anymore. And somehow, it complicated things for you. From the beginning, you wanted to hate him. But your heart wavered because of Joel's behavior. You knew you were suffering Stockholm syndrome, you knew that your instincts were doing what they could to help you survive, at almost any price. But it wasn't just that.
And now, you didn't know why or how, but this special place you had, was there. Even if he was capable of acting like an asshole, to fuck you with three other guys or to throw you out to all his men. Or to cut your fucking pinky. But he decided to tell you that and your heart was racing. His constant hot and cold behavior was driving you crazy.
âHowâs your finger?â
âGreat, for a cut off one.â
It made him smile. You, not so much.
He stood up and came up to you, and surprised you again when he asked if he could hold you. You considered saying no to him, but that wasnât what you wanted. Even if you hated yourself for it. So you nodded and he took you in his arms, and for a few minutes your body relaxed, enjoying the security he was offering you. Your body was lost in his arms, and you loved that feeling, that strength all around you. And not directed against you, for once. He took your chin between his fingers and lifted it towards him. His brown eyes, which sometimes turned black. But not there. And he kissed you. Heâd done it before, while he was fucking you, but never like this. His lips were soft and warm. His hands slid down your body, brushing against your breasts, and you shivered. He removed your top and slid his hand between your breasts, rubbing their curvature. Then your pants, getting on his knees to remove them from your feet. Your panties, while he was still kneeling in front of you. He looked at your pussy and brushed your folds with his thumb.
âLie down on the bed,â he said.
âCan youâŠâ you stopped, not daring to go further in your request.
âCan I what?â
âTake off your clothes? Iâd like you to be naked, like me.â
âOk, baby,â he replied.
âCan I do it?â
He nodded, and let you take off his t-shirt, pants and boxers. He was barefoot.
âThank youâ, you breathed out, before going to lie down. He knelt at the foot of the bed, sliding you over to him. He was calm. Different from the other times when he had fucked you alone. As if he was less harsh. As if he was human, at least a part of him. The emotions were so strange in that new world. And even more so when you were in captivity. Used.
When he placed his lips on your pussy, you forgot the rest. His tongue brushed against your folds up to your clit, before his lips gripped it, sucked on it, kissed it.
âOpen up for me,â he said.
You folded your legs further, resting them against the bed. He spread your folds with his hands and spat on your clit then on your folds, before sliding his thumb on your delicate skin. âJoelâŠâ you whispered. He didnât respond, preferring to slide his tongue into your pussy, groaning between your thighs. Fucking you with it and collecting all your wetness. Digging as far as possible. His thumb twirling over your clit. Sometimes he would let his saliva flow onto your clit again. The feeling of it flowing over you, before he spread it with his thumb, electrified you.
âGood girl,â he said, just before he moved his tongue up to your clit and buried two of his fingers in your pussy. His other hand was on your stomach, caressing your skin. As if he wanted to feel your stomach moving up and down, following the pace of his fingers or tongue. You felt your orgasm building. He spat one last time, knowing the effect it had on you. You came on his fingers, your pussy clenching on them. You heard him moan, tongue resting on your clit. Feeling its jolts.
Then he crawled over to you, a firm hand around his hard, thick cock. He nestled it at your entrance and pushed in without waiting. Eyes staring into yours, until you had to close yours, trying to get used to his size. He was spreading your folds with his cock, without forcing but without slowing down either. Until he bottomed out.
âI love to fuck you, youâre rightâ, he confessed in your ear. âBest pussy Iâve ever fucked, maybe. Takinâ my cock so fuckinâ good.â You whined against his neck.
âTold you, baby. You love my cock as much as I love your cunt.â You didn't want to think about it. You were there because they had captured you, because you were forced to let him, them, fuck you. As if he knew what you were thinking, he added, "yeah, since the beginning, you're getting off on being fucked by raiders."
There he was again, that Joel you hated. Your whole body contracted as you tried to push him off of you but he tightened his grip, continuing to fuck you slowly, growling in your neck.
And you hated it but you couldn't deny the heat that rose in your core, his cock rubbing against your g spot, and his lower stomach against your clit.Â
âYeah, baby, just like that. Youâre gonna come on my cock.â
âYeahâŠIâŠfuck, JoelâŠâ
âCome on, baby, I missed your cunt these last days. I missed stuffing you full of my cock.â
He wrapped his arms under your shoulders and pulled you close.
âTalk to me. Tell me what you feel.â
âIâŠI feel it coming. Growing in me. Itâs so good, so warm. Why do youâŠOh godâŠIâm gonnaâŠJoel, JoelâŠâ
âWhy do I what?â
âShitâŠwhy do you make me feel so goodâŠâ
He growled, and added âcome on, baby, squeeze my dick. Come on it, then Iâll fill you up.â
You put your legs on his lower back, allowing him to fill you deeply, completely, as he was thrusting in just as slowly.
âYeah, fuck, yeahâŠjust like that baby.â
You dug your nails into his flesh as the wave hit you. He kept his body against yours, his cock buried deep inside you without moving, just to feel the jerks of your pussy on his cock. Until he came too, just by being clenched by your folds, and shot his cum deep inside you. He lay on top of you for a few minutes, then he withdrew. He told you the guard was going to take you to your house. You picked up your clothes, put them back on and left. On your way back home, you tried to stop your tears from falling. As if your heart expected that he would treat you differently, less harshly, after that moment. You didnât know what was wrong with you. What you were thinking, how you could be so naive. He was just a raider.
The days passed. The multiple fucks too.Â
With time you learned to keep yourself busy. Learned to sew, knit. Tinkering, refinishing furniture. The men brought back various things from their raids. Women were not allowed to leave the camp of course, to avoid the risk of them escaping. At first, time passed agonizingly slowly and you were bored, but refused to participate in activities with other people. To meet other people, chat with them. As if that would mean you were giving in. And then you broke down and took some seeds available in the warehouse. You planted them in the vegetable garden. It was the first activity you got involved in.
Loads of books were available and you had discovered many authors. The days were passing faster now. Sometimes you couldn't help but wonder what you would do if you could leave this camp. If you could survive, and how. If you would come across worse than the men there.
One day you noticed a new soldier. Young, early 20s. And your heart sank thinking of those young people who had only known that violent world. What would their life be like, in another universe? He wouldnât become a raider, who learnt that women were only a resource. You hated this world so much.
Several times you felt his gaze on you. A look still pure, despite everything.
âYou like her?â Joel asked him.
âWellâŠsheâs pretty.â
âYeah, she is. Wanna fuck her? You had the talk with Tommy, right?â
âYeah, butâŠI donât know, Iâve never done that.â
âWhat, youâre a virgin?â
âNo. ButâŠIâve never fucked a woman who didnât want it.â
âYeah well, itâs not a problem here, kiddo.â
You knew they were talking about you even if you couldnât hear them. Joel wasnât exactly discreet.
When a guard came for you that night and brought you to the fuck house, you knew what was going to happen. Joel, Tommy, and the young guard were already there, waiting for you.Â
âHey sweetheart, always a pleasure to see youâ, Tommy said, grabbing your ass and kissing you, as he always did. âThis kid here has some things to learn about the camp. Youâre gonna be a good girl and help him with that, ok?â As if you had the choice. You shrugged.Â
âBut well, once he tastes this pussy, the others will seem bland to him.â
âDonât be rude, Tommy. We have other good pussies to fuck. Her roommate, for example.â
They both sneered. âAssholesâ, you thought. Tommy laughed, seeing your face. âOk, sweetheart, let him taste your mouth.â
You knelt in front of the guard, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down along with his boxers. He smelled good. He was semi-hard, looking down at you. Embarrassed. As if you were in a position of strength against him. You wondered how long it would take before it would change.
You took his cock in your hand and let your saliva run down his tip. Spread it with your thumb, then jerked it gently.
âI wonder how long itâll take him to paint her face,â Tommy chuckled.
âNo, no no. Not too fast, kiddo. We like to fuck them when theyâre full of cum. Stuff her at least long enough to cum inside.â
You saw him blush. At least women weren't the only victims of their degradation, and somehow that made you happy. You moved closer to him and licked his tip gently, tasting his precum. He jumped and you smiled, before taking him in your mouth, continuing to jerk him gently. His cock was an average size, and you didn't need to get used to its thickness between your lips. You moved down his shaft, keeping your fist clenched at the base of his cock. Picking up the pace slightly, you began to suck him at a steady pace. His precum flowed down your throat, and you heard him moan.
âHow does that feel, kiddo?â, asked Joel.
âGood, fucking goodâ, he answered. âAnd youâŠreally fuck her, all of them, when you want?â
âYeah. Day, night. You can fuck them alone, or with other guards. As you wish. But you do it the way I say. You make them cum, you don't hit them. You can slap them a little, we all like it when our cock is buried in their pussy, but not more than that. You have the ones from the shithouse if you need to let off some steam.â You stiffened when you heard him speak like that.
âFuckâŠok, ok.â
Your saliva ran down his shaft and you licked it.
âOh fuckâŠmaâamâŠâ Tommy and Joel snickered, hearing him.
âHeâs cuteâ, added Tommy. The guard didn't even hear him.
âWait, or Iâm gonna come, they said I couldnât do that uhâŠin your mouth.â
âCome lie down on the bed, baby. He's gonna fuck you. How do you want it, man?â
âAll fours? Is that ok?â he asked, looking at you.
He was sweet and cute, and despite the incongruous situation you wanted to counterbalance the attitude of the two brothers.
âOf courseâ, you answered. You settled onto your hands and knees, waiting for him to come behind you. He knelt down and hesitated.
âBut uhâŠwhat if I canât make her come?â
The brothers laughed. You couldnât imagine how he must feel, having to fuck you in front of both of them, as if it was something normal, while they didnât even hold back their laughs. He was still so pure.
âItâs ok, kiddo,â Joel replied. âYouâre young, you gotta learn. Weâll make her come, donât worry.â
âAre you two gonna...make love to her, after me?â
âOh yeahâŠmy brother and I, weâre gonna make love to her. Donât worry âbout that.â
The guard moved closer to you, placing his hands on your hips before grabbing his cock and sliding down to your entrance.
âOh, fuckâ, he said, when your pussy clenched against his shaft.
âYeah, sheâs tight. We still donât know how she manages to take both of our cocks at the same time, in that tight pussyâ, said Tommy.
âTwo? Are you both fucking her at the same time? In the same hole?â
âIn the same hole, yeah. Or one in her cunt and the other in her ass. Depending on what we want.â
âOh, manâŠâÂ
He started to fuck you. He was clearly not experienced, his movements were clumsy. But he wasn't abrupt, wasnât hurting you. He spread your ass cheeks slightly, probably looking at your ring.
âEver fucked an ass before?â
âOh, fuckâŠIâm gonnaâŠshit. Oh damn it was close. No, never.â
âYouâre gonna love it. Even tighter than her pussy. Much tighter. The first few times you'll probably cum just from digging your tip into that hole.â
You heard him moan, and he came in your pussy, grunting, clinging to your hips.
âOk kiddo, not so bad, but you gotta practice. Ever ate a pussy?â
âYeah, wellâŠa couple times.â
âYou gotta learn to make them come that way. And when youâre really good at it, you'll make them cum by rubbing their clit while youâre fucking them. And then, just with your cock. Right, baby? She loves that.â
You blushed with this allusion to the night at his house, and the guard pulled out.
âOk kiddo. Lesson number 2. Youâre gonna watch us fuck her.â
âCome sit on my cock, baby. Hurry up, don't waste his cum, wanna fuck you through itâ, Joel told you, spanking your ass. He sat against the headboard and you straddled him. His gaze was unfathomable, but it wasn't the same man who had fucked you missionary in his bedroom. He was good at compartmentalizing, much better than you. You grabbed his cock and impaled yourself on it gently. âFuckâ, you mumbled. He was thick, much thicker than the guard, and you needed to lower yourself onto it slowly.
âYou missed my cock, baby?â he asked you with a smirk.
You dug your nails into the flesh of his shoulders, as you gradually sank onto his shaft.
He smiled and grabbed your shoulder, and added âI missed your cunt too. God, I love to fuck you when youâre full of cum.â
The guardâs cum helped you get used to his cock. Joel grabbed your ass with his hands and started bouncing you on his cock. You bit your lip. Tommy was sat in a chair by the bed, his dick in his hand, and said âyou look so fuckinâ pretty bouncing on my brotherâs cock, baby.â
He came closer, jerking off, and said âsuck my dick, baby. Make it wet, weâre gonna need it.â
You wondered how he was going to fuck you, but whether it was in your pussy too or in your ass, you knew you had to make it easier for you. He slipped his cock into your mouth without waiting.
âShit, yeah, youâre hot baby, suckinâ my brotherâs cock.â
He had slowed down the pace to allow you to suck Tommy properly.
âLook at that Joel, the kiddo is already hard again.â
âNice. Youâre gonna have another lesson today. Sharing a cunt with another cock. I hope youâre not one of those who doesnât want two cocks touching?â
âNoâŠno I donât mind.â
âGood.â
Tommy kept thrusting into your mouth, while Joel's hand on the back of your head accompanied your movements until he shifted it to stroke your clit with his thumb. His cock was rubbing your core, filling you perfectly, as his finger was swirling your clit. Every time they both fucked you, you always forgot at one point or another the situation you were in. Only focusing on your sensations, and theirs.
âLook at that, kiddo. Sheâs gonna come soon. She loves taking our cocks so much, like a good little whore. Right, baby?â
You nodded, your mouth around Tommy's shaft.
âYeah sheâs so good at this. Prettiest mouth and prettiest cunt. Taking us so wellâ, Tommy added.
Your pussy contracted more and more on Joel's shaft, as his thumb gave you what you needed, until you came all over his cock.
âThere we goâŠyouâre doing great, baby.â
Tommy pulled out of your mouth, holding your cheek with his hand while you came down from your orgasm. Joel pulled you towards him, leaning forward to offer you to Tommy, who was already kneeling behind you.
âOk, baby. One more dickâ, he said.
âYeah, that's what you want, baby, right?â
You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder. You were used to both of them taking you by now. Used to the feeling of your pussy spreading on both of their cocks. Even if it still stretched painfully, as the second one thrust in. And somehow, taking them both, that abandonment, strangely made you forget your life in the camp.
You felt Tommyâs hand on your hip, and the head of his cock pressing against the dick already inside you. Using it to slide his member in.
âOh fuck, menâŠthatâs so hot,â said the guard who had moved closer to watch.
âRelax, babyâŠlet me in. Yeah, just like that. Good girl.â
Tommy's praise had always helped you to relax, to turn you on. Today, like any other day. He usually did it in a lighter way than Joel, perhaps less degrading.
âBreathe, sweetheart.â
You did as he said, breathing slowly until his tip slid into your pussy, spreading you completely. You whined into Joelâs neck.Â
âThatâs a good girlâ, he praised you.
âLook at you takinâ these cocks babyâ, added Tommy as he continued to thrust in. âYeah, just like that. One more dick in that cunt.â
They slid into you slowly, then gradually increased the pace. You heard them growl. Joel against your ear, Tommy on the back of your head.
âGonna take my place after I fill her, man?â Tommy asked the guard.
âYeahâŠfuckâŠSure.â
âWeâre stretching her good, damnâŠâ
Tommy grunted and you felt his hot cum fill you, then some of it leaked out of your pussy.
âThank you baby, another great fuckâ, he said, kissing your shoulder.
You whimpered when he pulled out. Joel remained still and the guard knelt behind you again.
âTake it easy, donât hurt her. Lean against my cock and slide gently.â
âOk, sirâ, he replied.
He rested his cock against Joel's, covered in Tommy's cum, and thrusted his tip in.
âOh, fuck, sheâs so tight.â
âYeah, she is. That's good, uh? Come on kiddo, slide in. Slowly.â
The guard placed one hand on your shoulder and the other on your hip, holding on for leverage. And they started to fuck you. Sometimes sliding together, sometimes alternating rhythms.
âYouâre ok, baby? Youâre taking our cocks so good, fuckâŠâ
âYeah, yeahâŠIâm ok.â
âYouâre such a slut, babyâŠAlways ready for moreâ you heard Tommy say.
âIâmâŠIâm gonna cumâ, the guard whined.
âCome on, kiddo, fill her up. Then Iâll fuck her like she needs to get fuckedâ, Joel said as he looked at you, grabbing your cheeks in his hands and keeping you facing him.
You heard the guard grunt then freeze, adding his cum to Tommy's.
âAh fuuuuuck, thatâs hot, baby. You never disappointâ, Joel said.
The guard pulled out, and so did Joel, as he told you to stand on all fours while he knelt behind you.
âYeah, I finally got this pretty pussy all to myself. I'm gonna fuck you rough baby. I know you want it. Hope I'll feel something. We really ruined you, uh?â
He slid into your pussy without waiting, hands clinging to your shoulders. Fucking you hard, without respite. Then he spat on your ass, rubbing your ring with his thumb, his other hand on your waist.
âGonna fuck that ass. Pussyâs too ruined.â
âWait, Joel!â
âCalm down, ainât gonna hurt you.â
He pulled away, licking your ring and spitting on it as he jerked off. Then he positioned his cock covered by your wetness and the other men cum at your entrance.
âSee, kiddoâŠthat assâ - he thrust his tip in - âis so goodâ - pulled back - âthat I can never stay too longâ - he thrust in totally - âwithout fucking it. Oh fuck!!â
You laid your head on the pillow, moaning and fisting the pillow, as his hands were buried in the flesh of your hips, fucking your ass hard and deep. You heard him growl more and more.
âLook at that kiddo, sheâs taking it so goodâ, Tommy praised you.
Joel thrust in a few more times, hands frozen on your hips, then he stopped, flooding your ass with his cum. He stayed there while he caught his breath, then withdrew.
âKiddo, go pick up her girlfriend in 30 minutes.â
Then he looked at you and added âwe have to keep teaching him how to fuckâ, smirking.
You went back home.
When Vic finally came home that night, you were waiting for her to go to bed. But the guard didn't leave, and told you to follow him, from the front door.
âJesus ChristâŠhow many times does he need to fuck today?â you mumbled, looking at her.
He didnât accompany you to the fuckhouse, but to Joel's house, once again. You went upstairs and heard the shower running. You sat on Joelâs bed waiting for him to finish. When he came out a few minutes later, in boxers and a towel around his neck, his hair was still wet and drops of water were beading on his curls. He was magnificent, from head to toe. You looked at his body as he walked towards you. Several scars covered his torso.
âYouâre staring, babyâ, he said with a smile.
âYeah, wellâŠnot only men can do that.â
He smiled even more when he heard you. He brushed past you without touching you, and went to bed. âYouâre gonna sleep with me tonight.â
âWhatâŠIâŠdidnât bring any sleeping clothes.â
âYou wonât need them.â
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Crazier âą Pt. 3
pairing: mcu!peter parker x reader
a/n: ITS FINALLY HERE omg I loved writing this series so much it had a blast. thank you for everyone who was asking me about part 3 because it felt amazing knowing you enjoyed it as much as međđđ it hope you enjoy !! (beware, she is long)
warnings: some angst thrown in here and there, fluff (later), mentions of breakups, mentions of cheating, very very brief mention of suicide ( someone mentions and old author who offed themselves), me not knowing anything about theater (I apologize in advance), glitter
read part 1 here & part 2
"And when we got the chair, Brad made me sit in it and he pushed me around the whole school!" You were telling Spider-Man about your day, and as always, he listened politely, only chiming every now and then.Â
"Wow, you and this Brad guy sure did a lot together today, huh?" He said, and even with the voice changer, you could tell he sounded a bit off. "I mean yeah! He's a great guy, way cooler than I originally thought.â You told him, making him grind his teeth hard, not that you saw that.Â
"Actually I'm a little upset that the play is about to come to an end." Your voice gets a little softer as you confess what's been on your mind today. "The rehearsals have been a blast, and the people are amazing and it's been such a good distraction from everything. I'm really sad to see it go," you looked down at your hands.Â
Peter took one look at your expression and knew there was something else you weren't telling him. "Well what kinds of things do you need a distraction from?" he asked carefully.
"Um," you looked anywhere but at him, "well, my parents have been fighting a lot lately and it's just been really hard to be around the house, everything's so tense."
His lips parted but nothing came out. He knew about your parents, of course, whenever things got bad you'd always run over to his place to hang out. But now you couldn't do that anymore, so you were just looking for any way to avoid coming home for as long as you could.Â
"And of course, there's that whole breakup." you continued. "But I've been pretty good at ignoring that so far, and I think that's just the way I'll keep going." You drummed your fingers on your thigh as you stared into nothing.
"Do you really think that's the best way to go about it?" He asked hesitantly. "Maybe you shouldn't just completely ignore something like that."
You gave him a questioning look, "And why wouldn't I want to forget about it? Isn't that what you're supposed to do eventually after a breakup?"
"Yeah, eventually," he repeated, "but wasn't that relationship a big part of you? Ignoring everything isn't gonna make all your feelings go away. You have to face your emotions, embrace them, and go through the motions before moving on."
He hated that you seemed to be fine all of a sudden. That you were getting so close with this Brad guy all of a sudden. It might've been selfish, but Peter didn't wanna see you moving on just yet, he still had a tiny hope in the back of his brain that you might take him back if he waited till just the right time. But the more you kept talking, the more that tiny hope diminished.Â
You snorted, "Ok Dr. Spider-Man, I'm not sure a guy running around New York in a bright onesie is qualified to give out relationship advice, but you do you.â
He couldn't help but let out a laugh. "I'll let you know I give out great relationship advice and I'm not wearing a onesie," he huffed. "It's a super suit."
That just made you laugh harder, "Yeah, sure, whatever dude."
"So you and your team won?" he asked. He wasn't about to waste the only time in the day when he got to speak with you being jealous. He was gonna keep this conversation going. Try his best to give you what he never could as Peter.Â
"Yes!" you beamed. "Oh and look," you scrambled around looking for the crown you had received after you won. You had brought it up with you just so you could show him.Â
You put it on and straightened your posture, "We were rewarded with these fabulousïżœïżœcrowns.â
Spider-Man let out a loud laugh. "Wow, you look like true royalty."
"Don't I?" you grinned. "I always wanted to be a princess when I grew up, so this is very fitting for me." You tapped the crown lightly and grinned at him.
Peter was sure he was grinning like a lovesick idiot. He remembered you telling him this, your crazy childhood dream during one of your late-night talks. He truly believed that if anyone in this whole world were some kind of royalty, it would be you.
âJust like Rapunzel.â He murmured. Your head perked up at that. âOh my god,â you rush, âYES! Holy shit! She was my absolute favorite as a kid, how'd you know that?â
He fumbles a little but quickly finds himself. âYou were humming âI See The Lightâ a couple days ago. It was an educated guess.â You can hear the grin in his voice. âGlad to know I got it right though.â
You laughed a little and settled back down. âDude, I'm not kidding. I used to eat yellow flowers as a kid 'cause I thought theyâd give me magic hair.â
At that, Peter loses his mind. Heâs cracking up and you're joining in beside him. This, he thinks to himself. This is what heâs been missing. This is how things should be. He can't help himself, the words are leaving his mouth before he can even gather his thoughts.
âSo what about your ex? Howâve things been going with him?â Nice going dumbass. She's never gonna wanna talk with you again if you keep mentioning her ex-boyfriend.
You looked at him weirdly and started twisting the ring on your finger. âWhy do you wanna know?â
âI-just IâŠâ he scratched the back of his neck, âWell actually, I'm going through a breakup too, right now, and I guessâŠI don't know, hearing you talk about it, about him, makes me feel less alone.â
Peter Parker feels like shit. He feels like a total asshole. And yet, he doesn't feel bad enough to stop, to come clean. Not yet at least. He tried making himself feel better by thinking, âWell it's not a lie. I am going through a breakup. She just doesn't know with who.â
You stared up at him, shocked. He never shared anything about himself. Not a thing. You two joked back and forth but you were usually the one sharing personal issues (or triumphs, like today). You start to wonder what his personal life looks like. He can't be that much older than you from what you can tell by his sense of humor and some of his references. This man, no, boy, who spends practically all his time running around one of the most popular cities in the world, saving lives and changing them, is going through a breakup. And heâs currently sitting on a rooftop with you and talking about it.
You blew out a long breath. âIf Spider-Man canât find love, none of us stand a chance.â
He let out a soft laugh at that. âAh, I wouldn't say that. I definitely have my fair share of flaws. And then some.â
You shake your head, âI'm sure the good outweighs the bad. I mean, come on,â you gestured towards him.
He laughed again. âSo tell me, you still see him every day, right?
You nodded, deciding that if this made him feel less alone, you could do this.Â
âIs it hard?â
You shrugged, âHonestly, I have no idea. Iâve been avoiding him like the plague. Iâve only run into him once and it was when me and another friend went to grab ice cream at our old hangout spot. I couldnât look at him. I havenât spoken to him since everything and I donât really want to. Not anytime soon.â
He sighed. Of course, you didnât wanna speak to him as Peter. Heâd totally fucked you over, heâs lucky he found any kind of loophole at all because he really doesnât think he can handle not speaking completely.Â
âHow do you think he feels?â He has no clue where the question came from but now that heâs asked, he canât help the curiosity bubbling in him.
You run a hand through your hair and sigh, âI have no idea. One second heâs avoiding eye contact in the school hallway and the next, heâs staring daggers at me in an ice cream shop. Heâs weird.â
Spider-Man chuckled lightly, âYeah, he sounds like he is.â
âDo you see your ex a lot?â You hope he doesnât see it as prying, you just want to see how similar your situations are.Â
âYeah, actually, I do.â He nods but says nothing else.Â
âIs it hard?â You ask softly.Â
He nods again, keeping his eyes low. âCrazy hard. Especially when I know everything is my fault.â
âDo you think sheâd ever forgive you?â He only shrugged. âDo you want her to forgive you?â
He looks up at you, âWould you ever forgive your ex? After whatever it is that he did, I mean.â
You took a moment to think. âI donât know. I think itâs different. I mean, I donât know what happened between you guys, but I think with Peter and I, I think he was starting to lose interest.â
He can feel his heart drop. âWhat? Why would you say that?â
âYeah,â you continued, not taking notice of the spider slightly freaking out beside you, âhe just stopped caring. Stopped showing up, and stopped listening. If I didnât know any better Iâd actually think heâd cheated on me.â
âNo way! I mean-,â he cleared his throat a little, trying not to sound as anxious as he felt, âDo you⊠do you actually that he did? Cheated, I mean. Do you seriously think he cheated on you?â
Please say no, please say no, please say-
âNo, of course not,â you told him honestly. âPeterâs a lot of things, but heâs not a cheater. Iâd accuse him of that.â You paused for a moment. âBut there was somethingâŠI donât know what. There was something he wasnât telling me.â
He let out a breath of relief. Thank god, he doesnât think he couldâve handled knowing you thought of him that way. And itâs true, he wouldâve never stooped so low. As for the âsomethingââŠ
âSay he were to show up, right now, knocking on your door. Begging to have you back and swearing that heâs changed. Would it work?â He asked half serious and half joking.
You laughed a little, âNo, but itâd probably piss off my parents.â
He grinned beside you, his mask shifting slightly at the movement. âAw come on. Not one for big romantic gestures?â He nudged your shoulder a little.
You smiled but your expression fell as you thought about his words some more. âNo, Iâm just not one for empty promises. Which is all he had to give me after a while. He used to be amazing, he used to be the perfect boyfriend. The Peter I knew disappeared and I wasnât a fan of the one who replaced him.â
You look up at him and grin. âIf thereâs any chance of anything being repaired between us. Even a friendship. Heâs gonna need to get his shit together.â
âSo he cheated on her, which fueled her depression, and ultimately led to her suicide. And that wasnât enough so he burned her most of her work, and profited off of the rest of it after she died!â
This is what your mornings looked like lately. Hanging out with MJ so much had beenâŠinteresting to say the least. There was always something you could learn from her. Currently, she was telling you all about some ancient female authorâs shitty husband as you waited beside her locker while she grabbed everything sheâd need for her next class.Â
âEvery article online about it says âallegedlyâ but fuck that. Itâs totally the truth,â She finished.Â
âGod. That sounds awful,â you grimaced. âWhatever happened to him? Didnât they have kids?â
âOh, he married someone, won a ton of awards everyone loved him. And yes, a son, who also dies by suicide, and a daughter. I'm pretty sure she writes kids' books now.â
You sucked in a breath. âHoly shit. And where did you learn all this?â
She shrugged. âI read a lot.â
âRight,â you nod, unable to completely shake off the grossness that story left you feeling. âSo,â you started, hoping to change the subject. âWhat do you have next again?â
âBiology. But I think we have a sub today, so thatâll be fun.â She slammed her locker shut, leaned on it slightly, and turned toward you. âWhat about you?â
You shook your head at her, âFree period. I was gonna catch up on my reading for AP Lit. Hey,â you wondered aloud, âis it that sub that marks people tardy even if theyâre a second late? I canât stand him.â
She sprung up. âShit. Shit. Fuck,â she rushed out. âIt is. And I canât get another tardy otherwise I get detention. Again. And my parents would kill me.â
You nodded, completely understanding. âOkay. Well, Iâm just gonna go grab my stuff and head to the library. See you later!â
âBye Y/N/N!â She yelled over her shoulder, already halfway down the hall.Â
You laughed lightly before heading to your own locker. You opened it and grabbed your bag when you felt a tap on your shoulder.Â
You slam your locker shut and turn around, only to come face to face with Brad. âHey, Brad!â You grinned.Â
Youâd never really noticed Brad before. You never had anything against him, you both just ran in different crowds. Even after you both started working on the play, you were friendly with each other but it never went past a simple smile, wave, or quick âhelloâ. But in light of recent events, you were really starting to think of him as a friend.
âHey.â He smiled right back. âSaw you here and thought Iâd just stop by and ask how youâve been.â
You gave him a closed-lip smile as you leaned back against the lockers. âThatâs sweet. Iâve been okay, long morning though. What about you?â
He nodded. âSame. Stayed up pretty late last night going over my lines.â
âReally? Donât really think you need that. Iâve seen you at rehearsals, youâre a natural Brad.â
âYeah? You think?â He grinned wide at your compliment and ran a hand over his hair. âIâve got âem memorized and all, but I just wanna make sure I know them, yâknow?â
You nodded. He wants to make sure his delivery is as good as his memory. Thatâs another thing you didnât expect from Brad Davis. His passion for theater.Â
âWell like I said, Iâve seen you at rehearsals and I mean it when I say I think youâre fine. More than fine actually. So donât stress yourself out Davis, youâre gonna be amazing.â
He beamed at you like a child. âThank you Y/N, seriously. You donât know how much that means.â
You smiled right back at him. âAnytime.â
It was quiet between you two for a bit, and you didnât really know what to say. You were about to ask if he had a class he needed to get to when, suddenly, he took a few steps closer to you.Â
That automatically took any words that mightâve been on your tongue and threw them in the dumpster behind the school.Â
âThereâs um, thereâs something Iâve been meaning to ask you, actually.â His voice is softer but, you hear every word and you can almost feel his breath on your face.Â
âOh?â Your voice matches his volume. This can't be happening. He knows you just broke up with Peter. Heâs gotta be kidding. Or maybe, heâs about to ask something about the play. Yes, you think, heâs got a question about the play and heâs come to ask me, obviously, because Iâm the director.Â
The halls are quiet now, everyone else is in class, at the library, or something. It's just you and Brad, standing so close you could count his lashes.Â
Just you and Brad. Brad, who wonât stop staring into your eyes for some reason, so youâre just left standing thereâŠ.you and Brad.
And Peter.Â
The sound of squeaky sneakers running down the hall seems to break him out of whatever trance he was held in and he steps back a bit, almost causing you to let out an audible sigh of relief. God, you could just kiss the person who decided to unintentionally interrupt whatever moment was just happening between you two.Â
Or not.Â
Because when you both turned to see who it was, your heart fell. Peter Parker is standing there, backpack hanging off his elbow, binder bursting with loose papers in hand, and staring at you like a deer caught in headlights.Â
For a second, none of you say anything. Bradâs looking confused, staring at Peter. Peter is looking at you, then at Brad, then at you again. And you, well, youâre just wishing the school hallway would split in half and swallow you whole. Youâve run through a few different scenarios in your head, and falling into the earthâs core sounds the most appealing.Â
Then Peter moves closer, clearing his throat as he approaches the both of you. âHey guys, howâve you been?â He asked.Â
Neither you nor Brad replied.Â
âRight. Hey man,â he turned to face Brad, his face suddenly serious, âdonât you drive a black BMW? Red rims, red interior?â
âUm, yeah, I do,â Brad answered skeptically.Â
Peter blew out a long breath. âThink you might be in trouble dude. I just heard the principal saying he was gonna get it towed, something about you parking wrong.â
âWhat?!â Bradâs whole demeanor changed on a dime and you almost felt sorry for him.Â
Peter held up both his hands. âIâm serious man, thatâs what I heard. But donât ask me,â he pointed to the hall behind him, âgo ask Mr. Morita.âÂ
Brad stared at you for a moment before walking off, mumbling something about âanother fucking ticketâ as you watched him leave. You almost grabbed his arm like a child, almost asked him to stay, just so you wouldnât be alone with Peter.Â
You swallowed. Brad had finally turned the corner, leaving him officially out of your eyesight and leaving you standing alone with your ex. Itâs funny really, how you went from talking about suicidal classic authors with your friend a few minutes ago, to this.Â
Yup, the Earthâs core sounds amazing right now.
For all the words he had to say when Brad was here, Peter was awfully silent now, doing that weird stare thing he did in the ice cream shop the other day. But there was no Ned to play polite this time, and no MJ to hold on a leash so she doesnât bite. It was just you and him.Â
And you had no problem running.Â
You turned so quick, it took him a second to register the movement, and by the time he did, you were halfway down the hall. He ran after you.Â
âY/N, wait. Please.â He reached out a hand to place on your shoulder. You jerked away, his hand barely brushing your cardigan.Â
Youâre both standing in the hallway, and youâre still avoiding his eyes when you say, âWeâre not doing this.â You shook your head and ran off, leaving a somber-eyed Peter in your wake.
There was no parking violation. Peter lied. But he had to.Â
Heâd gotten caught up doing some last-minute homework in the library. Spider-Man duties were keeping him busy lately because when he wasnât fighting crime on the streets of Queens, he was spending time with you.Â
He knows it isnât right, he knows it isnât fair, but god if it doesnât feel good. He loves spending time with you and he hates that he canât do it more often, hates even more that itâs his fault. And he damn sure wasnât going to cut your meetups short because he had a few math questions waiting to be answered.Â
So on his way back, the halls were empty when he suddenly heard a very familiar voice. You.Â
But you were with someone. Brad. The thought made him roll his eyes.Â
You were currently going off about how great Brad was doing so far in his role in the play you were managing. Stupid Brad, Peter was sure the only reason anything was going right in the planning of the show was because of you, you were the best person they couldâve picked for the job and all Brad had to do was say a few lines. You were the one who dealt with everything else. Brad shouldâve been praising you, not the other way around.
Heâd heard Bradâs response to your compliments and almost rolled his eyes again until he heard your response. Of course, you were being an absolute sweetheart. You probably had no clue what words like that meant coming for someone like you. You were probably oblivious to your effect on people, as you were probably oblivious to Bradâs true feelings about you.
You both went quiet for a moment, leaving Peter to wonder what happened when he heard Bradâs voice again.Â
âThereâs um, thereâs something Iâve been meaning to ask you, actually.â
No.Â
No, no, no, no. No.Â
If he were totally honest with himself, he knew it was coming. Especially after you told him about your little scavenger hunt around the school, and how well you got along with him, how kind he was being towards you. Brad didnât just randomly see you in the hall and decide to say âheyâ. He had class. Peter knew because he was supposed to be in that exact class right now.
He could handle another detention.Â
Before he even knew it, he was running down the halls. He had no idea what he was going to do, even less what he was going to say but none of that mattered at the moment. He just had to make sure this didnât go any further. There was no way he could stand by and listen to you agree to go out with some other guy.Â
And then he was standing there, youâd both seen him, and it was too late to turn back. He stared for a minute, noticing how close Brad was standing next to you. His gaze flickered between you and him and all he could think was how wrong it would be for you to end up with someone like Brad. Stupid, stupid Brad, who hung out with all the stupid jocks, and threw those stupid house parties all the time. Who only talked about his stupid car, and what model it was-
An Idea popped into his head.Â
He couldnât help it. Bro Peter stepped out and dealt with Brad, knowing the one thing that would completely get rid of him at the moment. He wasnât thinking about the consequences.Â
As heâd suspected Brad left with almost no hesitation, Peter almost doubling over with how quickly he fell for it.Â
And then, he was left with you, and every ounce of confidence, every word in his lifelong vocabulary, crumbled. It never ceased to amaze him how easily you could completely undo him. He was an avenger, for crying out loud, he had literally saved New York and, he didnât want to sound cocky but, the world. He had faced villains, of all sorts, so despicable, itâs a wonder heâs alive at all. But he did it.Â
But youâŠ. Heâs never felt like this before. So nervous, anxious, and scared to mess something up when all he wants is to fix it. In the superhero world, stunned silence isnât an option. One moment of hesitation and everything could go to shit. But now, heâs not sure what the best course of action is. Heâs not sure if speaking to you will make things worse, or better. If saying anything at all will give him more of a fighting chance. Was there even any chance of a fighting chance?
He didnât miss how you hadnât said a word and all he could think was âPlease talk! Say something! Give me a hint for what Iâm supposed to say!â
He was just stuck in place, staring directly at your face taking in your expression. You wouldnât meet his eyes and there was no stopping the pang of guilt in his gut. You looked skittish, and it shouldâve been no surprise to him when you turned to take off but it still took him a second to shake off that moment.Â
Just a second though, because soon he was running right after you. He wasnât going to let you off so easy this time.Â
Heâd called for you to stop, reaching his hand for your shoulder in hopes of getting you to listen. The way you jerk back as if his touch might burn you snaps something in him.Â
And there they are, your first words to him (Peter him) since the breakup:
âWeâre not doing this.â
And youâre already moving away again, already slipping away from him again while his hand hangs in the air. He almost touched you. Maybe it was better that he didnât because he thought he mightâve never let go.Â
Heâs not sure if you meant what you told him as Spider-Man. Maybe it was just another one of your jokes. But heâs not ready to give up hope yet. Heâll give you time if that's what you need, heâs just scared of who else might try to make their move during that time.Â
For now, heâs just gonna work on getting his shit together.Â
And that starts with going to class, and getting his work turned in.
Thereâs a buzz in the air when you enter the auditorium the next day, that can only be described as highly-caffeinated-extremely-enthusiastic-high-school-theater-kids. You were all feeling the anticipation of your work these past few weeks being shared with all your friends and family.Â
You were walking around checking up on the last-minute touchups. You walked up on stage and stopped in your tracks. âOh my god,â your hand flies up to your mouth, âyou guys! This is beautiful!â
The set group (Noah, Lacy, and Jack) all grinned up at you. They all had some form of paint on them. Lacy adorned a pair of overalls that consisted of black and navy blue splatters going up and down the front of her. Jackâs T-shirt looked as if it were being used as a rag for his hands, so there were so many colors intertwining with each other, that you couldnât pick out a single one. Noah was the messiest of the group, this specific set being mostly his responsibility. The knees of his jeans were stained black, but it didnât end there. He looked like a tornado of night, with all sorts of shades clinging to any visible part of him. Blues, blacks, indigos, you name it. And they were all gleaming with pride.Â
âHey Y/N,â Noah beamed at you. âWe just finished the last backdrop.â
Behind them all was the backdrop which would be used for the last scene of the play. Lexi and Brad (or Stephanie and Gabriel, per the script) would stand in front of it and finally declare their love for one another, commencing their forever after with a passionate kiss.Â
You knew it was supposed to be a night sky, but what you hadnât known was how well of a job they would do.Â
You let out a breathless laugh. âI can see that. It's stunning you guys, truly.â Although Midtown High was a school that specialized in the education of science and technology, the students here were extremely in touch with their creative sides as well. And that fact had never been more obvious to you than in that moment.Â
âThere's still one more finishing touch, and then itâll be perfect.â Lacy grinned at you before running backstage.Â
You were staring at where she'd just been, a furrow in your brows, when Jack nudged you lightly, âOh, this is what sheâs been waiting for since we started.â
Lacy came back, almost tripping over herself with how fast she was running. She held up a jar that sparkled in the auditorium lights as she moved it around, âGlitter!â
You grinned and clapped your hands together, âOh Iâm so happy I get to be here for this.â
Noah and Jack stood to the side while you and Lacy approached the large backdrop from the side. She made quick work of unscrewing the top and setting it beside her. She leaned over slightly and tilted the jar a tad before sprinkling it over the spacious work of art.Â
If sprinkling glitter were a profession, Lacy would be a pro.Â
You quickly figured out why she was so excited about this step, and it wasnât just the glitter. Adding the glitter gave the scene more life. It made it look as if it were real, and you were looking at a sky bursting with sparkling stars.
 After getting the area in front of her, she turns to you, holding out the jar. âHere! Give it a go.â
You stared a her a bit before quickly shaking your head, âLace, I never thought someone could be good at sprinkling glitter, yet here I am. You were like a freaking fairy! Iâd totally ruin it, and I canât do that to you guys.â
You held your hands up and started backing away slowly. You could hear Jack and Noah laughing behind you.Â
Lacy just rolled her eyes with a smile stuck on her face. âNonsense, Y/N, youâre a pro at everything you do,â she lowered her voice a little, âlike that scavenger hunt?â
You gave her a look before turning around to make sure Mrs. Lightbody was nowhere around. âNone of that,â you hiss, âthat was a one-time thing! And it was a group effort!â
âOh come on,â Noah this time. âWe all know you had the hardest list of the bunch. Seriously Y/N, if Brad hadnât shown me the list, I never wouldâve believed that you did all that.â
Jack nodded. âHonestly, me and Lace wrote that as a little joke, like, âHey, what if we were really wild with this? What would we do?â And you came and proved us all wrong.â
Lacy hummed her agreement, âWhat they said, exactly. And this is just a bit of glitter. No big deal!â She grabbed your arm and pulled you towards her.Â
You laughed lightly, feeling yourself grow a little flustered under their praises. You grabbed the jar of glitter from Lacy and went to work, being extra careful so you donât ruin all their hard work.
âThis is good glitter,â you say softly, completely concentrated on the task at hand.Â
âOh my gosh! I know right!â Lacy practically squeals her response. You laughed but could hear Noah groaning behind you. You finish with the glitter, screwing it shut before turning back to face him.Â
âThereâs no such thing as âgood glitterâ,â He did air quotes on that last part, sounding extremely frustrated and something told you this wasnât the first time they had this conversation.
âYes, there is! She just said so!â Lacy was standing her ground. Suddenly, she turned towards you, âYâknow who can settle this? Lexi. Go find her Y/N, take the glitter, and ask her what she thinks. Sheâs gonna agree with me, I can already feel it.â
You held in a laugh. âSure thing Lace.â You turn to go find your other friend and as you're walking away you can still hear them arguing, Noah not convinced that glitter could be good or bad. Itâs just glitter.Â
You walked around the auditorium looking for Lexi and failing to find her. You started asking around, feeling sure that someone had to have seen her. You knew she was here, having seen her enter at the start of rehearsals. Walking around the front of the auditorium, peering down aisles, you were about to go check backstage when you heard a Brad Davis.
Now youâre not sure why, you didnât do anything wrong after all, but a panic settled in you. Next thing you knew, you jumped into one of the aisles and crouched down.Â
He was walking up the main row between the chairs, script in hand, talking to someone beside him who you couldnât see. They were moving closer to you. Shit.Â
In a rush, you start crawling, crawling, down to the opposite side of the aisle they were approaching. You were almost out, but you accidentally pulled down one of the chairs that are built to automatically flip up. Not a loud noise, but loud enough. You wince but donât stop until you're sitting against the side of the row of chairs, out of their sight.Â
You could hear the chatter stop and the footsteps slow. You sucked in your breath and folded in on yourself even more. You were already coming up with a cover for yourself.Â
âOh, hey Brad. Yeah, Iâm on the floor. Not avoiding you or anything, justâŠ.decided to see what the view of the stage would be like from here. Not good!â
It sucked and you really hoped you wouldnât have to use it.
It seemed as though your luck for the day hadnât expired because you heard them mumble amongst themselves and move on. After a few moments, You let out a sigh of relief and started crawling down towards the stage. You werenât risking getting seen just yet.
You were starting to like Brad, you really were! But after recent events you had started to think the interest heâd taken in you wasnât the same as the platonic one youâd taken in him. And you were bad at confrontation or being put on the spot. Obviously.
Plus you figured heâd want to talk about that weird moment with Peter in the hall the day before and youâd rather pretend that didnât happen at all. Even you didnât know what that was.Â
Moving slowly, you kept your head down, trying to reach the stage so you could just bolt behind the curtains. Suddenly, a pair of pointed-toe black flats came into your view. You paused and slowly looked up. In front of you stood Ms. Lightbody.Â
âHi.â You said meekly. She looked down at you with a furrow in her brows, âHello Miss Y/L/N. May I ask what youâre doing?â
You fumbled for a moment but finally found yourself. Clearing your throat, you stood up and dusted yourself off. âI dropped an earring.â
Way better than that other bullshit you were thinking of.Â
She stared at both your ears, which adorned a pair of earrings you never took off. âOh?â
âIâve already put it back in,â you explained to her lamely. She gazed somewhere behind you and you followed her stare. Brad and his friend were still walking up and down the main row, lost in some conversation. You gulped, if she had seen you earlier, it wouldâve been fairly obvious to her the real reason behind your little floor exploration. And that was just embarrassing.Â
She hummed in response, âI see.â Her voice carried some tone of understanding and you felt yourself run hot with embarrassment under her gaze.Â
âDid you need something, Miss?â You rushed out quickly, hoping to change the subject.Â
âYes,â she focused her gaze on you now, and if you didnât know any better, youâd say there was a sprinkle of amusement in her eyes.Â
Ms. Lightbody was a newer addition to Midtownâs staff. She came in to replace the schoolâs previous drama teacher, and she also subbed at times. Most of the student body disliked her, thinking her short-tempered and strict but you knew that was far from the truth. It seemed this play helped you better understand your peers and superiors alike. She was an amazing teacher and, contrary to popular belief, she wasnât an impatient maniac who didnât have the skill set to teach. She was always willing to help someone who didnât understand, but what she didnât tolerate was purposeful incompetence. Â
âLexi is in one of the rooms backstage, I need you to go find her and tell her thereâs one more scene we need to rehearse.â She paused and looked behind you again. âAnd I suggest you get to that soon because I think your friend, Mr. Davis, has spotted you.â
You blanched, unsure whether to dwell on the fact that she knew, or that Brad had spotted you. You turn slightly only to see Brad already looking towards you.Â
You quickly snapped your head towards the lady in front of you again. âOn it!â You told her, not waiting for a response before shooting up the stage and behind the curtain.Â
You couldâve sworn you heard her laugh.Â
You were backstage looking for Lexi. It wasnât like her to stay tucked away like this, since rehearsals had started she was always ready for anything, talking things over with the other cast members, ready for criticism but rarely needing it. There was probably no one on the cast who was as excited as her.Â
âLex, you here?â You whispered softly. Behind the stage was empty and dark. You walked around carefully, trying not to accidentally trip on anything of the string or left-out equipment. All of this was going to need to be changed before tomorrow evening.Â
Suddenly, so quiet you could barely hear it, was a shuffling noise. You looked around for some switch, finding it on the wall to your left. You switched it on and the action earned you a hiss from someone a little further in the room.Â
You turned quickly, finding Lexi sitting at one of the small makeup desks, hands coming up to cover her face as if she were some vampire.Â
That worried you.Â
You rushed to her, placing a soft hand on her shoulder. âLex,â your tone was quiet so as not to disturb her anymore. âWhatâs wrong? Are you sick?â
She looked up at you, hair disheveled, face a little pale, and eyes tired. âNo, no Iâm fine.â She shook her head but you werenât convinced.Â
You moved to sit at the desk next to her. âOkay,â you said softly, âthen why are you sitting back here?â
She sighed a little. âIâve just had a small headache since lunch. But Iâll be okay really.Â
Your frown only deepens. âDid you eat today? Drink water?â
She nodded then rubbed her temples a little, shutting her eyes as she did so. âItâs probably my fault, I didnât sleep well last night and Iâm just tired.â
Her eyes snapped open and she looked more alert now. She clasped her hands together and smiled at you. âSo wake me up Y/N/N. Tell me something interesting.â
Skeptically, you eyed her up and down. âAre you sure that's all? Should I take you to see the nurse?â
She shook her head again, her hair flying around her face as she did so. âNo. Iâm actually feeling better already, talking to you. I think the smell of Noahâs Axe Body Spray was just really setting everything off.â She gestured her hands around herself.Â
You laughed, glad to see her acting like herself again. âBut seriously,â she said, putting a hand on your knee. âTalk to me, itâs waking me up. How was your day?â
You let out a breath and leaned back in the chair, looking up to the ceiling. âBrad asked me out.â
She gasped so loud, you started up in your seat. âShut up. Shut up!â
Smiling, you shook your head. âWell not yet. But I know itâs coming, you know what I mean? He keeps trying to get me alone, and he gets really close and starts staring into my eyes and everything. But he keeps getting interrupted.â
She gasped again, softer this time, and held her hand to her chest. âOh my god. Thatâs so cute! Are you gonna say yes?â
You stilled for a moment. Were you going to say yes? Youâd figured out what was most likely coming your way, but you hadnât really thought of how to handle it. You couldnât crawl across floors to avoid him forever. That would make graduation very awkward.Â
And at the same time, you didnât want to reject him. Brad was sweet, maybe not the type of person you usually went for, but he had his own things. Maybe you needed something new, something different.Â
But something in your gut was telling you maybe you shouldnât go out with someone who made you panic-crawl on the floor just to avoid having a conversation with them.Â
Not to mention, you just werenât interested in him like that. At all.
Lexi was going on about something or other, seemingly fine at the moment. âI totally knew he was into you. I mean, that whole picking you up in the library thing?â She shook her head. âNot just a platonic thing.â
You laughed loudly and stood up. You held out a hand for her to take. âCome on Lex, everyoneâs looking for their star.â
She took your hand and stood. âI bet they are, Iâll have to apologize for hogging you from them.â
You laughed again and started pushing her towards the front stage. âOh! I almost forgot to tell you! Weâre playing with glitter!â
The rest of the day went by smoothly. You, Lexi, and Lacy applied the finishing touches to the backdrop. As Lacy had guessed, Lexi agreed with her. Lacy went on about all the qualities the perfect glitter should consist of;Â âcatches the light, soft, and dustable.â
You were sure that last one wasnât even a word but Noah gave in eventually and let the girls have their win. But that wasnât enough for the three of you. Not wanting to put the glitter away just yet, you started sprinkling it on each other.Â
Word spread across the auditorium like wildfire, and soon, a line started forming on the stage to get glitter sprinkled on you, boys and girls alike. Ms. Lightbody shut that down quick.
You stuck to avoiding Brad for the rest of the day. It wasnât hard, you were both busy, him being one of the leads and you helping with a little bit of everything and making sure everyone stayed in order (with the exception of the glitter fiasco).Â
At the end, Ms. Lightbody had gathered you all around to talk about how tomorrow was going to go. She went over the basics, what time the show was going to start, and what time you all had to be there. It was things you all already knew but it was good to go over. In the end, you thought she looked a little sad, and apparently, you werenât the only one because someone else pointed it out. That made everyone jump and you all pulled her into a group hug. This little group had become like a crazy family and you were forever grateful you had a chance to be part of it.Â
You left quickly after that, wanting to get out before Brad offered to walk you home or something. You said bye to your friends, taking extra time with Lexi. She had been more reserved after you two talked, not as tired as youâd found her backstage, but still not quite herself. You told her to get lots of sleep tonight. She was needed tomorrow
Now, you were sitting on the rooftop ledge, kicking your feet as Spider-Man sat next to you.
âAre you excited?â He asked.Â
You nodded, smiling. âVery. Weâve all been working really hard for this. And you should see how great a job everyone has done. I canât wait to see it all put together finally.â
âIâm sure youâve done a great job,â he nods. âI really wish I could be there. Youâre gonna need to take some videos for me. Show me afterward.â
You grinned wide. âSeriously? Youâd wanna see?â
âHeck yea I wanna see,â he said, voice serious.
âOkay.â You nodded. âIâll take plenty of videos, donât worry.â
âThank you.â He said, raising a hand a ruffling your hair. You laughed and slapped his hand away. He stared at you a little before asking, âWhatâs in your hair?
You grinned wide. âGlitter.â
He shook his head, laughing. âI donât even wanna know.â You giggled beside him.Â
 âAre your friends going to be there?â He asked.
âUm,â you say, still smiling. âYeah, I think so. They said they will, and I think itâll be fun.â MJ had told you she was definitely going to be there, she couldnât wait to make fun of the kids in the play, sheâd already bought her ticket. Ned said he wanted to see it as well, and PeterâŠwell, after recent events you couldnât think of any reason heâd be there. He probably wouldnât be able to find the time in his busy schedule, even if you two were still together. So it was better like this.Â
âWhat about your parents? Are they gonna try to make it?â
A beat passed before you replied. âNo,â you shook your head. âI donât think theyâre gonna be there.â
He was quiet for a moment, not sure what to say. He almost regretted asking.Â
âBut itâs okay,â you said, your voice so soft, it took everything in him not to reach over and pull you into his arms. âI wasnât expecting them to anyway. I have my friends, thatâs enough.â You cleared your throat and wrapped your arms around yourself.Â
He watched you for a bit and it hit him then, just how strong you were. How much you had on your plate at the moment. How little you let it show.Â
Your parents were basically roommates to you, you barely saw them, they were just there. The play you were managing? While everyone else had one job, one task they needed to focus on and get done, you were involved in everything. He remembered you mentioned to him a few weeks ago something about your phone blowing up since planning started. He never thought much of it then.Â
The more he thought about it, the more he realized you were always doing this. When it wasnât the play it was something with your family, or tutoring other kids at school. And on top of all of that, you were always available for your friends whenever they needed you, and your grades never slipped. Your essays and tests were used by your teachers as examples. He always knew, but not really. It was painfully obvious right now. And it was even more obvious to him that he never helped. He shouldâve helped make things easier for you, because he loves you, because he cares for you. But all he did was add to your plate. The thought made him feel sick.Â
âIâm so sorry,â Even through his voice-changer you could hear the sincerity, the despair in his voice. Your brows furrowed.Â
âYou donât need to apologize, itâs not that big of a deal. I swear,â you told him sincerely.Â
He nodded but the movement almost looked forced. âHow have you been?â
You paused. âGood,â you nodded, as if confirming your own statement. âBusy, but good.â
âHave you taken a moment to breathe recently? Just relax yourself for a few seconds?â
You were taken aback by his question. No one had ever asked you that. âI- I donât think so,â you replied quietly.Â
âAlright, thatâs okay, we can do that together. Here,â he held out both his hands, palms up. âput your hands in mine.â
You followed his lead and placed your hands in his. The material of his suit felt smooth, but thicker than it looked, and you were surprised to see how well your hands fit together.Â
âClose your eyes.â He said, and you saw the whites of his mask flicker shut. You followed his lead.Â
âGreat. Now big breath, through your mouth.â You sucked in a handful of air, the sound ringing out like a quick gasp.Â
His hands gave yours a gentle squeeze. âNo,â he said, voice soft. You felt your face heat up and you tried again, this time slowly letting the air enter and fill your lungs.
âNow out through the nose.â
You let the air leave you, not even realizing how tense you were until you felt yourself relax. Your eyes fluttered open and you found him already staring at you. His thumbs had started gently caressing your hands and you found you didnât mind at all.
âA few more times.â He told you, and you nodded at him. You closed your eyes again and repeated your actions from before, more sure of yourself this time.
When you had finished, you opened your eyes again. His eyes were still open and you thought his mask shifted into something like a grin.
âBetter?â He asked you, and you smiled, nodding your head. It was crazy to you to think about how over these past few days, that very mask had turned into a comforting sight for you. You really thought of New Yorkâs Spider-Man as a friend. And you hoped he felt the same.
You nodded again, unable to take your eyes off of him. You werenât even aware you were still holding hands until he removed his from yours. You almost protested, your hands suddenly feeling colder than they ever have.Â
But then he brought his hands up to cup each side of your face.Â
Oh.Â
You were sure you were melting. You couldnât remember the last time you felt like this, and you couldnât even see his face! You wished heâd just rip it off, you wouldnât care who was underneath.Â
He brought his face closer and leaned his forehead against yours. Your eyes fluttered shut. You stayed that way for a minute, both of you just enjoying the moment before you decided to speak.Â
âTake it off.â You whispered.Â
âWhat?â He asked, his voice matching your volume. You had opened your eyes and you were looking at him now. You could clearly see the eyes of his mask were still closed and you fought off a smile.Â
You brought up your hand to his face and traced his jawline. You could feel his jaw flex underneath your fingers and you couldâve sworn you heard him gulp.Â
âTake it off.â You repeated, your thumbs now caressing his cheekbones.Â
His eyes flew open and he leaned back. âNo,â he shook his head, moving even further from where you two were seated next to each other.Â
Your brows shot up at his sudden change of demeanor. You wished you hadnât said anything. âOk,â you said, voice quiet. âYou donât have to. Iâm sorry, I didnât know. I was just- ugh Iâm so sorry.â
âNo!â He repeated. âDonât apologize I- you did nothing wrong.â
But the way he was acting was making you feel otherwise.
âI have to go. Good luck tomorrow.â He said, stood up, flung out his wrist, and started swinging through the buildings faster than you could blink.Â
Fuck.Â
You were a wreck.Â
Everyone was running all over the place, orders being shouted across the entire backstage. Some people seemed to have invited their friends to hang out backstage (which was not allowed). Every corner was packed. And you were in the middle of it all.Â
âY/N!â Ms. Lightbody called for you from across the swarm of bodies. You made your way through everyone, not stopping until you were standing in from of her. She placed a hand on your shoulder and steered you until you were both standing in a corner, as far away from the others as you could get.Â
âMiss Walker isnât here, and itâs starting to become a problem.â She told you, voice serious.
You blanched. âLexi isnât here yet?!â
She shushed you. âI donât want to start a commotion. Things are barely going smoothly as is, and this will not make it better. Everyone will start worrying if they find out their lead hasnât arrived, and we cannot have that.â
You nodded at her, mind racing. âWhat do we do?â
She sighed, âFor now? Wait and hope for the best, thereâs still a bit more time.â
You nodded again and she took a second to look around the room. âWhat is all this? Half these kids have no business here!â She turned towards you again. âI'm going to try to reach Miss Walkerâs mother, deal with all these children Y/N, please. I want them gone by the time I get back.â
She turned to leave before she remembered something that had her turning right back, âYou have Miss Walkerâs contact information, correct?â You nodded at her again. âGreat. Try to get ahold of her, will you? The sooner we figure this out the better.â
âSure thing Ms. Lightbody.â You told her, waving her off, your voice sounding a hundred times more confident than you felt.Â
You watched her walk out the back door to make her phone call, and you paused for a moment, unsure what to do first. You turned and pulled out your phone. Heading for the door Ms. Lightbody just walked out of, you pulled up your message thread with Lexi.
girl WRU !!!
you were needed like 30 mins ago !!!!Â
get here-
You bumped into someone, your phone flying out of your hand before you could send that last one. You wouldâve been sent flying backward if the person hadnât gripped your waist tight to keep you steady.
âWoah, careful.â
Youâd know that voice anywhere. Peter.Â
âParker,â you said, backing away quickly. âWhat are you doing here?â And you donât mean for it to come out as harsh as it did butâŠthereâs just a lot on your plate right now.Â
And it seems he can tell. He bent over to grab your phone, placing it back in your hands. âThe lady at the office saw me walking by and asked me to drop these off.â He waved a big bag you hadnât noticed in his other hand.Â
You reached for it, saying, âOh my god, perfect.â At the same time, he asked, âAre you okay?â
You completely ignored him, taking the bag from his hands. Turning around, you caught Jack walking by at just the right moment. âJack! Here,â you called him over, âThose supplies you guys were asking for.â
âSweet, thanks Y/N/N!â He said, leaning in to give you a quick hug. You smile but then quickly shove him away, âThank J, but you really need to go finish. Like, right now.â
He straightened his posture and saluted you. âMaâam yes maâam!â He said, then he turned to Peter, who had been watching the whole exchange, âSup Parker.â He sent a little head nod towards him, as he started walking away.Â
Peter returned it, brows slightly furrowed as he looked between the two of you, âHey man.âÂ
You started walking around, trying to count up how many people there were who werenât a part of the cast or crew.Â
One, two, three-
You felt a hand placed on your shoulder and you turned quickly, only to see Peter still hasnât left.Â
You looked at him in disbelief. The nerve of this guy. Thereâs no way he seriously thinks youâre going to talk about the two of you right now, is there?
âHow are you?â He asks again and youâve never found someone dumber than you did right now.Â
âHello?! Things arenât going too hot in case you canât tell, and you arenât exactly helping right now!â
He nodded, âOkay. What can I do to help?â
You scoffed. âI donât know, leave. Itâs so crowded in here and I have to get all these extra people out. Shit,â you smacked your forehead. âI forgot I have to find Lexi. Fuck! And I have to-.â
âY/N!â Someone shouted your name for the umpteenth time that night. You turned and met Vanessa, one of the people in charge of makeup.Â
âWeâre out of setting powder.â
âWhat?!â
She winces. âIÂ know, Iâm so sorry. We thought we had enough but then some of the boys were playing and knocked over-,â
You waved her off, not wanting to hear the rest of it. âOkay, okay. Do none of the other girls have any extra? Is no one willing to lend you some?â
She shook her head. âNo! I already asked. I donât know what to do.â
âIâll get you some.â Peter stepped in. âJust send me a picture of what it looks like and Iâll be back in ten minutes tops.â
Vanessa gasped, âDude. Youâre a lifesaver. Y/N,â she met your eyes, âyour boyfriend is a lifesaver!â
âOh heâs not-,â you started, but she was already walking away. You turned towards Peter, the disbelief on your face getting stronger every time you looked at him today.Â
You started shaking your head, âWhat on earth are you doing Parker?â
âHelping you.â He said as if it were the easiest thing on earth. He wondered if you were making a conscious effort not to say his first name.Â
Your head wouldnât stop shaking left and right. âWhat? What do you- I donât-,â
He cut you off, âAnd Iâm gonna get rid of all the people who donât belong here too.â He looked around the room before looking down at you. âYou, justâŠtake care of yourself Y/N. Donât stress too much, itâll be fine.â
âAre you sure you even have the time?â
Shit.Â
His face fell and you immediately felt guilt seep into your bones.Â
âPeter Iâm so-,âÂ
He cut you off again, his voice quieter this time. âNo, that was..that was fair. But I mean it.â He raised his voice, sounding more sure now. âIâm going to help you out.â
He stepped away from you suddenly, leaving you standing with your mouth agape. He walked to the end of the room, stopping right before the door. âAlright, everyone! Listen up,â He clapped his hands together, his voice booming around the room. Everyone quieted down to hear him.
âUnless you had some part in putting all this together, Iâm going to need you to follow me out right now. Let everyone do their thing, we donât need to bother them any more than we already have.â
Everyone was still for a second.
âAnd,â he continued, âMs. Lightbody gave me permission to start handing out detentions.â
That got everyone moving. Your brows furrowed as a sea of students started moving through the room and out the door. Ms. Lightbody did no such thing.Â
Peter stood to the side, holding the door open. It had come down to the last few people and Peter held back a boy. âYou,â he told him, âIâm gonna need you to stay outside this door and make sure no one enters unless theyâre part of the cast or crew. We canât have that happening again.â
âOh shit. Like a bouncer?â The kid asked eagerly.
Peter stared for a bit before he nodded. âYeah man, exactly. And listen,â he pointed at you, âif youâre not sure, you ask her, alright?â
The boy turned towards you and you offered him a smile. âDamn! Sheâs smokinâ!â He exclaimed. If you werenât so busy, you mightâve blushed.
Peter narrowed his eyes, and it seemed like he was considering something before he quickly shook his head. He grabbed the boy by the shoulder and placed him on the outside of the door.Â
âVanessa!â He shouted. âSend me a picture of the powder, Iâm going right now.â
âAlready sent Pete, thanks!â She shouted back, giving him a thumbs up from where she was standing by the makeup chairs.Â
Pete? Why would she call him Pete? She doesnât know him like that. I used to call him Pete-
You stopped your train of thought. You could not afford to think like that right now.
âPerfect.â He said, he made to move away but his eyes met yours and he froze. âIâm gonnaâŠâ he trailed off, feet stuck to the ground as his thumb pointed to the door.Â
âOf course,â you nodded quickly. âAnd Peter,â you stop him before he turns to go, âthank you. So much.â You hoped your voice carried the sincerity you felt.
He smiled at you softly, âAnything for you Y/N/N.â
This time, you did blush. You turned away before he could see you and placed a palm on your forehead.Â
âWow,â a voice said from beside you. Brad. âDidnât know Parker had that in him.â
âYeah,â you whispered, âme either.â
âHey, whereâs Lexi?â Someone in the room asked. You felt your heart drop. Lexi. Youâd completely forgotten about her after that whole thing with Peter.Â
You had a show that needed to start in less than an hour and your star still hadnât shown up.Â
You pulled out your phone again, pulling up her contact. You were about to hit the âcallâ button but right then, Ms. Lightbody walked in.Â
She was holding her phone to her ear, and she was staring straight at you, her face full of dread.
âLexi canât make it. Sheâs got some type of flu, she canât get out of bed. I am on the phone with her mother right now.â
Your jaw dropped. Chatter broke out everywhere. The kids were panicking, wondering what to do now, now that the lead of the whole show wasnât going to be here.
Fuck. You shouldâve known, yesterday when you saw her. But you were stupid enough to believe it was just lack of sleep. You shouldâve figured it out faster so you couldâve planned something. Stupid, stupid, stupid-
âMiss Y/L/N.â You looked up when you heard your name. âSheâs asking to speak to you.â Ms. Lightbody holds her phone out for you to take.Â
Your eyes widen, âMe?â
She nodded, hand still outstretched toward you. You swallowed and walked your way toward her. You reached for the phone and held it to your ear. The chatter around the room stopped, everyone straining to hear what was going to happen next.
âHello?â
âIt wasnât the Axe Body Spray.â
You barked out a laugh at the unexpected joke. âLex! Be serious, what happened.â
âI got sick when I got home from rehearsal yesterday, Iâve been asleep since.â It was then that you heard how different her voice sounded. Nasally and broken, like sheâd swallowed a lawn mower.Â
âMy momâs only woken me up about twice to drink some medicine,â she continued, breaking into a fit of coughing at the end of her sentence. Yeah, maybe it was a good thing she didnât come.
âLex,â you repeated, sounding more desperate this time, âwhatâre we gonna do?â
âWait,â someone in the room with you starts, âwhat about her understudy?â
âThere is no understudy, dumbass!â Someone quipped right back.Â
âYou,â Lexi said.Â
âHuh?â You replied.Â
âYou, Y/N.â She repeated. âYou need to do it. You need to play Stephanie. No one else could do it. You know all the lines. You know the whole play.â
You paled. âBe so fucking for real with me right now Lexi Walker.â
âIÂ am.â She said seriously. Or, as seriously as she could sound when she had to cough after every other word she spoke.
People were leaning in now, trying to hear what was going on between the two of you. You ignored them, âLex, thereâs no way. You know I canât do that.â
âOh my god!â Someone shouted. Lacy. âY/N! Y/N can do it!â
You shook your head quickly. âNo! I canât!â You replied to her, the phone still pressed to your ear.
âYou have to, Y/N, please, for me. You know how much this means to me. Youâre the only person I trust,â Lexi begged
There are shouts from your cast-mates now, encouraging you to take the role when that was the last thing you wanted to do.
âLex, babe,â you tried to reason, âI didnât rehearse as much as you did! I donât know it like you.â
âNo,â she agreed, âyou know it better. All that time you spent, going over every detail of the set, the costumes, the script. It was for this. Now please, you know you can do it.â
You paused. You didnât want to, but it was really looking like you had no choice. You looked around at everyone in the room, they all worked so hard, hell, you worked so hard to make this happen. You werenât gonna let it all be for nothing.
You rubbed your temple with one hand, the other holding the phone up to your ear. âDo you guys really think I can do it?â You looked around at everyone, hoping theyâd answer honestly.
A chorus of agreement rang out from the group but Ms. Lightbody stepped in. âMiss Y/L/N,â she started, âI know none of this has been ideal. And I know weâre asking a lot. You didnât come in today expecting to step onto that stage, but right now, thatâs what we need. And I think we would all appreciate your help in these unexpected circumstances.â
You stared at her for a moment. You always wondered why she spoke so formally all the time, maybe one day youâll ask her.
âSure, Iâm down.â You shrugged and everyone started cheering.Â
âOh good,â Lexi sighed, âcause I need to go throw up right now, so bye. Tell everyone to take lots of photos and videos for me please!â
You winced. âWe will Lex, you just work on feeling better. Now go, I love you.â
âLove you too babe.â She replied before hanging up quickly.Â
âAlright,â Ms. Lightbody started pushing you to the makeup chairs. âHave a seat Y/N. Girls,â she turned toward the makeup crew. âGet started on her, afterward, take her to hair and then, get her into her costume.â
They all chorused an agreement and started fussing over you. You were one of the last people to get ready, everyone one else having already had their turn.Â
With so many people working on you, your makeup was done in no time. Soon, only Vanessa was left and she was powdering your face.
âPeter came back?â You asked her once you realized what she was holding in her hands.Â
She nodded. âYeah, a few minutes ago, but he didnât come in, left the stuff with the dude outside the door whoâs calling himself our âbouncerâ.â
You nodded, âOh okay.â
âYouâve got a great boyfriend Y/N, seriously. Not many guys I know would help out like that, no matterâŠâ
You zoned out while she was doing the finishing touches on your face. Not many guys you know either, Peter included. Or at least, the Peter youâd come to find yourself in a relationship with. The old Peter, however, wouldâve done anything for you, and you for him. You got a glimpse of him earlier tonight and you wondered what it was that triggered that.Â
The few moments of silence gave you time to go over everything that's been happening recently in your head. Youâve had a hectic past few weeks, but especially this last week. With the last few rehearsals, everything with Peter, everything with Spider-Man. OhâŠ
And then there was himâŠ
There was a moment yesterday. You tried to gaslight yourself into thinking you imagined it but you didnât. It was real. Until you ruined it.
Youâd gone to bed late last night, staying on the roof even after heâd left in case he decided to come back so you could apologize again. Youâd felt downright terrible all night. And this morning.Â
It was none of your business to ask him to take off his mask. Who the hell did you think you were? There mightâve been something before but there was no wayâŠnot after the way he reacted last night. Youâd pissed him off. And now youâd lost another friend.
âThere you go!â Vanessa said, pulling back from your face and grinning. She held up a mirror for you to take a look. âWhat do you think? I think it matches Stephanieâs description pretty well, no?â
You gasped, âOh my god Vanessa, this is exactly how I pictured her! When all this is over you have to teach me how to do my eyeliner like this.â
âDeal.â She grinned.
Suddenly, Ms. Lightbody walked by. âWho is that child standing outside the door?â She asked. Vanessa shot you a look and you subtly shook your head at her, and at anyone who turned towards you.Â
No one answered her. âHe asked me for my ID?!â You choked back a laugh. âHe doesnât even go here!â She continued. Everyone successfully avoided her, playing busy with whatever task they had in front of them. Vanessa kept brushing over your face with a clean brush while you both fought back smiles.
âY/N!â Ms. Lightbody called. You shot out of your chair and approached her. âYes maâam?â
âIs your makeup all done?â You nodded while she examined your face. âVery well, head over to hair, we need everyone ready soon! Curtain opens in 15!â
That last one was directed at everybody and you could feel the shift in the atmosphere. If everyone wasnât working before, they were now.Â
You headed over to hair and let one of the people there pin it up for you. After that, you were held into your costume, your friends pulling on layer after layer before finally, you were completely ready.Â
You looked in the mirror. âI look I came out a Jane Austen novel,â you murmured.Â
Lacy, who stood beside you, laughed. âAnd it suits you! You look beautiful Y/N, stunningly classic. Very vintage.â She nodded in approval.Â
You turned towards her and smiled, âThank you, Lace.â You sucked in a breath and ran your hand down the hem of your costume. âIâm nervous,â you admitted shyly.Â
âDonât be,â she replied, voice soft. âHey, if you could pull off that scavenger hunt, this should be a piece of cake.â She smirked wickedly at you.Â
You laughed, âActually, youâre right.â
âI always am.â she shrugged
âSHOWTIME EVERYONE, GET IN YOUR PLACES!â Ms. Lightbodyâs voice boomed across the whole backstage.Â
You both looked at each other. âBreak a leg.â She grinned at you.Â
You grinned right back. You could handle this.Â
The anxiety from before had mostly worn off. Now, all you felt were nervous jitters and even a little excitement. Everyone was right, you knew everything about this play like the back of your hand, and you were looking forward to being out there with people youâd come to think of as friends.Â
You got into place, standing beside Brad and some of your other cast-mates who were going to be in this first scene with you.
âHey,â he said, voice low and he looked down at you with a large smile on his face.Â
âHi,â you replied, smiling right back.Â
âDonât think I got the chance to tell you, but Iâm really happy youâre doing this.â
âYeah, I think I am too.â
âCurtain warmers on?â Ms. Lightbody spoke into a little headset. âPerfect. AndâŠaction!â
The lights blinded you for a second, once the curtain opened, and you had to stop yourself from turning your face away. In the beat you had before the scene came to life, you chanced a glance at the crowd. You really wished you hadnât.Â
Peter Parker was sitting front row.Â
As quickly as you looked, you averted your gaze, but not before you noticed a few things. Beside him sat Ned, and in the row behind them, right behind Nedâs chair, sat MJ. And all three of them had their mouths hanging open. You had to fight down the heat threatening to rise to your face.Â
You never told them, hell, you didnât even know. What were they gonna think? There was no way you could pull this off, you were all fooling yourselves, everyone was wrong and-
The first line was delivered, and it all came to life.Â
You were panting, running backstage. There was a small intermission at the moment, and you had just changed your outfit, from the simple gown you were adorning, to a bigger one. This one was more detailed and more eye-catching. It was supposed to be special because it was meant for the last scene of the whole play. The confession. Your kiss with Brad.
In the heat of the moment, youâd forgotten that specific detail. And as you sat down in the makeup chair again and one of the girls reapplied your lipstick, it was all you could think about.Â
You had to kiss Brad. And Peter would be sitting front row watching the whole thing.Â
That shouldnât matter. First of all, it was all part of an act. Even if you were still with Peter, (which you werenât. You had to keep reminding yourself of that little detail) it wouldnât have mattered because you were doing it for the play. A play you werenât even planning on being a part of, acting-wise, of course.Â
And then there was Spider-Man. If there was anyone you had to be kissing right now, you wished it was him. But there was no chance of that happening after last night. You wondered how he was feeling right now. Heâd probably tell you to relax and stop stressing yourself out.Â
The thought made you take in a breath through your mouth, and slowly exhale from your nose. Just like heâd taught you. You felt yourself relax and, not for the first time that night, you decided that you needed to just get through tonight. And then you could worry about everything else.Â
The girl helping you with your makeup (you didnât recognize her, but appreciated the help nonetheless) pulled away and smiled. âAlright, I think youâre good to go.âÂ
âThank you.â You smiled back and stood from your chair.
Ms. Lightbody approached you, placing a hand on your shoulder, âCome on, Miss Y/L/N. We need to get you in place.â
You nodded as she led you to the wing on the side of the stage, the curtains were still down, and by the time they opened again, you would be standing on the makeshift balcony (built by the props team), soon to be joined by Brad.Â
You went to approach the steps of the balcony when you felt her hold you back.
âI wanted to thank you again Y/N. I know we were all planning on Miss Walker doing all this but honestlyâŠI couldnât be prouder.â
Your heart warmed at her confession. You were upset you didnât get to see Lexi shine like youâd been planning but you hoped youâd do her proud. You were glad to know you did Ms. Lightbody proud.Â
Without saying a word, you throw your arms around her in a warm embrace. She quickly reciprocated.Â
âI know weâve all given you a hard time these past few weeks, and we donât say it enough but we appreciate you. All of us.â
You both pulled back and her eyes were full of emotion. âThank you Y/N, truly. Now go, Iâll get Mr. Davis ready.â
You nodded and stepped onto the set, positioning yourself at the end of the balcony. The balcony protruded from the side of the stage and covered a quarter of it. The backdrop youâd been appreciating just yesterday now stood to your side. You saw parts of it glitter from the light leaking in from backstage and you stifled a laugh.
Soon, the curtain opened. Youâd grown used to the lights by now, welcoming their glow over your face. You gripped the railing and played broken-hearted, right now, Stephanie and Gabriel had just had a falling out during a ball and you had run out onto the balcony to get some air.Â
âStephanie.â Brad approached behind you, and you turned around in fake shock.
The hardest part about acting, youâd come to find, was keeping a serious face and not laughing at yourself or your partner.
âLeave me be, Gabriel.â You waved a hand at him, turning away.Â
He caught your arm and held it gently between the two of you, standing so close, you were trapped between the railing and him.
âIÂ canât,â he said, his voice strangled. He looked down at you, face so pained, you almost believed him.Â
And so it began, the two of you going back and forth, delivering your lines, monologues about your feelings for each other, and how nothing in the world mattered except holding the other person, even for a moment.Â
Brad was finishing up, he was pacing back and forth in front of you while you listened intently.
ââŠAnd all this, because I love you.â He stopped in front of you now, hands coming up to cup your face. You did your best to get your expression to convey the love you (or Stephanie) were supposed to be feeling and then it happened.Â
Brad leaned, crashing his lips onto yours. You throw your arms around him, meeting him just as eagerly, and tried your best not to think about all the people currently watching suck each otherâs faces off. One of his hands traveled down to your waist while the other moved from your cheek to hold the back of your head as he dipped you. Cheers broke out across the crowd.Â
You two stayed locked together like that for a few moments as the curtains closed, and then you broke apart. You were both panting, faces flushed, but you didnât have time to think about what just happened. You and Brad had started moving off the balcony and onto the actual stage itself, the other members of the cast and crew joining you to take the final bow.Â
You all lined up across the stage, hands interlocked. With you and Brad in the middle, the curtains opened. You could still hear the applause before, but now, it got even louder and you couldnât help the big smile that overtook your face. People were whistling, and clapping, someone was even throwing roses. You all took a bow together, and rose together, throwing your interlocked hands in the air.Â
Your body was buzzing with adrenaline. It was over, youâd actually done it. You could see Ms. Lightbody standing to the side, gleaming with pride at you all.Â
Soon, you all let go of each other and started embracing and exchanging congratulations. Brad turned toward you and pulled you into a tight hug, lifting you up a little. You laughed, holding onto him just as tight. The applause seemed never-ending, even as you all started walking off stage.Â
Now backstage, there was a buzz in the air. Not the same as a couple hours ago, which had been anxiety and nerves. This was triumph, pride, and adrenaline.Â
âAlright everyone,â Ms. Lightbody approached the center of the room once everyone had reconvened. âWeâve finally finished. And it was a hit.â
That caused everyone to start whooping and shouting. She rolled her eyes but even she couldnât hide the smile creeping onto her face.Â
She held up a hand, âOkay. I just wanted to let you all know, how proud I am of each and every single one of you. You all worked so hard to make this happen and you worked through every problem that came your way.â She gave you a pointed look and the cheers started up again.Â
You hid your face in your hands as your friends pulled you into side hugs. âAnd I just wanted to say,â she continued. âWeâve all had a long night. Leave the cleaning for another day, everyone, go celebrate!â
She waved her hands and everyone started cheering again, moving as one to the back door to meet up with their friends and family.Â
As soon as you entered the hall you were bombarded by thanks and praises from your friends. You thanked them and threw their compliments right back at them, saying that this whole thing was a group effort.Â
You were flying from one group to another, everyone shouting your name. You were currently with Noah, Jack, and Lacy, telling them how good a job they did on the sets when you heard your name being shouted out again.
You turned around and saw MJ. Grinning, you excused yourself from the group and charged at her, pulling her into a hug without giving her any time to protest. To your surprise, she pulled you in just as tight.Â
âWhy didnât you tell me?â She mumbled into your hair.Â
âOh my god,â you started, âMJ it was insane. It all happened so fast, that Lexi got sick, so she didnât show up! And I knew all the lines and stuff so I had to step in cause no one thought of casting an understudy and-,â
You pulled back from the hug but kept your hands on her shoulders. âOh my god, what did you think? Was it bad? You can tell me -,â
âNo! No way, holy shit Y/N, it was so good!âÂ
âSeriously?â you smiled at her. âWhat happened to the whole âschool productions are so cringeâ mindset?â
âThat was before her best friend was starring in one,â said Ned. You hadnât realized he was standing beside you two, with Peter beside him.
âDonât worry, Y/N,â He continued. âThe show was amazing. And you popping up on stage was a fun surprise.â
You grinned at him. âThank you, Ned! Iâm so happy you all made it.â You looked at Peter and offered him a small smile. Heâd really helped you out today, and the fact that heâd made it to the actual show, and stuck it out till the end, meant a lot as well.Â
âOh of course we made it!â Ned cut it, putting your attention back on him. âPetey here wouldnât shut up about it. Went out and bought you flowers and everything.â
Your mouth fell open at his words, and for the first time, you noticed the large bouquet in Peterâs arms. You saw Peter nudge his friend hard and Ned winced before his face lit up in understanding. He grabbed MJ by the hand (which she quickly yanked back from him) and said, âOk, well weâre gonna go talk to someone else. Congrats Y/N!â But you didnât have a chance to reply before he was scurrying off, MJ with him.Â
You stared at them for a bit before turning all your attention to Peter. He cleared his throat before saying, âHey.â
âHi.â
âThese are for you,â he said, holding out the bouquet of fresh flowers. You accepted them from him and brought them up to your nose, taking in a whiff of the sweet scent.Â
âMy favorite.â You whispered, fingers lightly tracing the petals.Â
He nodded. âYeah, um, I saw them and I thought you might like them. Especially with everything, you know,â he gestured vaguely, âthought youâd like some flowers.â
Your heart warmed at the thought that he saw your favorite flowers while he was out and thought of you. âThank you, really. But you didnât have to do that.â
âI wanted to.â He admitted.Â
You looked around, unable to meet his eyes. You focused on the floor, âWell thanks Parker, that was really sweet of you.â
He sighed, âY/N please, I donât want to-,â
But he got cut off by someone shouting your name. âY/N!â Brad approaches you two. He looked Peter up and down before turning to you, âHey, so the whole cast and stuff is going out for ice cream in our costumes, thought itâd be fun. Wanna join?â
Your face lit up, âOf course!âÂ
He grinned right back at you. âGreat. Come on, theyâre leaving now.
You turned towards Peter, whose expression looked harder than before. âListen, thank you so much for your help today, it means a lot. And thank you for the flowers.â
He nodded but his attention was on Brad. He finally turned toward you, his expression notably softening, âLike I said before, anything for you Y/N/N.â
You stayed there for a bit, caught in his eyes, unable to look away. It isnât until Brad places a hand on your shoulder that you realize youâve been staring.
âReady to go?â He asked. You nodded and turned to leave. As you were walking out the door, you turned to look over your shoulder. You werenât even sure why, but as you did, you caught Peter already staring. You sent him a little wave and he returned it before turning and walking away himself, shoving his hands in his pockets.Â
You walked to the ice cream shop with the others, still holding your flowers. And after everything that happened today, all you could think about was Peter.Â
You had a blast. The ice cream shop was packed with a bunch of high school kids in old-timesy clothing, laughing and joking with each other.Â
Brad had paid for your ice cream, despite your multiple refusals, claiming that they all owed you for stepping in and saving their asses.
âConsider it a thank you for that great kiss earlier.â He winked before walking off.Â
That had gotten you to shut up.Â
You all sat at tables surrounding each other, even pushing some together. You ate your ice cream in peace, joining the conversation every now and then to make a joke.Â
Someone had gotten Lexi on the phone and you all said hello. She congratulated you and you thanked her, letting her know you thought it shouldâve been her on that stage instead. She made some joke about âif you wanted the whole front row to be covered in vomit, then I totally shouldâve been there, youâre right.â And you all laughed. Â
You had noticed Jack and Lacy moved to their own spot across the store. They were laughing together with Jackâs arm around her cocooning them from the world. It seemed they had finally gotten together and you couldnât be more happy for them.
For some reason, the only thing on your mind was Spider-Man. It was silly but all you could think about was finding a way to make things right with him. It sucked that you had no way to reach him, but youâd decided to wait on the roof tonight, hoping heâd see you while swinging and stop by. Even if he left right after you apologized, you wouldnât mind. You just wanted to see him.Â
You realized how late it was getting, and that it was usually now when you met up with him. So you'd asked Martha, (her mom helped with costumes, but she worked on the props) for a ride back since she had a car and lived in an apartment building near yours.Â
She quickly agreed, claiming she was ready to go too, but she had to walk back to the school to grab her car.Â
So youâd waited, but you couldnât fight off your anxiety. Your leg kept bouncing up and down. You stayed like that for a while before Brad put a hand on your knee, stopping the action.
âYou alright,â he asked, some sort of half-smile on his face. You looked at him then and thought, I can see why people like you Brad. He was kind, he was funny, he was fairly handsome, pretty popular too. And yet all you could think about was heading back home and waiting for someone you didnât even really know.Â
You nodded, âYeah, Iâm just waiting for Martha to pull up.â
âI could walk you home if you wanted.â He offered.Â
You smiled but shook your head, âNo, but thank you, Iâm kind of in a rush.â
âEverything alright?â
âEverythingâs fine.â You assured him. âJustâŠtired.â
âYeah,â he nodded at you. âI get that. But hey.â
You looked up at him expectantly.Â
âBefore you go thereâs something Iâve been meaning to ask you.â
Your eyes shot open. âOh?â You said, and it felt oddly reminiscent of that moment the two of you shared in the hall.Â
âYeah. Would you wanna go out with me sometime?â
âLike a date?â You blurted out. Like an idiot, you thought. You knew it was coming and yet youâre acting like he just told you he was Taylor Swift.Â
He smiled at you and nodded, âYeah, like a date.â
Oh Martha, where are you?
You were silent for a few seconds before you cleared your throat. There was no crawling away this time, no Peter running to interrupt. You had to face this.Â
âI really like you Brad butâŠI canât out with you.â
His expression fell a little, but he didnât look surprised. âItâs Parker, isnât it?â
You were taken aback. âHuh?â
He nodded his head towards and flowers lying in your lap, âParker. I saw you two today. When he was helping before the show, that was all for you. He sat front row before he even knew you were going to be on that stage.â
You blew out a breath and ran a hand through your hair, which youâd taken out of its updo. âI donât know.â You told him honestly. âI donât know and thatâs the problem. Things are still really weird between me and him, and going out with you? That wouldnât be fair to me or you.â And the other person you couldnât wait to see.
He nodded again, understanding coating his features. âI get that, but hey,â he smiled at you, âweâre still friends right?â
You grinned wide, relief flowing through you. The last thing youâd wanted to do was hurt his feelings and you were so glad he was taking this so well.Â
âOf course we are,â you replied honestly. Right then, your phone started ringing and you stood up to answer. Martha was outside waiting for you.
You walked back to your table, saying your goodbyes to everyone. You were pulled into hugs and thanked a few more times. You really wanted to take your time but you couldnât stop the part of you that wanted to rush home and sprint onto the rooftop.Â
As soon as you were out the door you were sprinting to the car. You spent the whole ride anxiously fiddling with the bouquet of flowers from Peter.Â
You barely thanked her as you stepped out the door, closing it and waving goodbye as she pulled away.Â
You rushed straight up the stairs, wasting no minute. You felt hopeful, for the first time in a long time. You were going to make sure he knew you were sorry, make sure the two of you remained friends.Â
You stepped onto the roof, the wind blowing around you. Only then did you realize you were still in your costume. That didnât matter though, you didnât want to risk going down to change. And you were sure that if he did stop by tonight, he would love to hear about the crazy day you had.Â
You stepped close to the ledge, setting the bouquet down by your feet and you leaned over slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of the hero youâd come to think of as a friend.Â
A weird sense of familiarity washed over you, and you realized, this was exactly what youâd been doing a few hours ago. Standing on that makeshift balcony, waiting for your lover to come so you could make amends. Except, this wasnât a fake balcony, and there was no way you and Spider-Man were lovers, barely friends at best. But still, there was something familiar there.
You waited. And waited. Just when you were starting to give up hope, you heard the small thwip youâd come to realize signaled his arrival. Soon after, you heard a pair of feet land in the middle of your rooftop.Â
You turned toward him, heart racing. For a moment neither of you said anything, just stared at each other, but you quickly decided you needed to get your words out before he left again like last night.
âI am so sorry. Iâve been so worried since last night that I upset you and I can't stand it, please would you-,â
OhâŠ.oh.
Before you could even inhale to get your next word out, he was walking towards you, ripping his mask off, gripping your face, and pulling you into a deep kiss.
You didnât even get to see him but that was the last thought on your mind. He was kissing you. And it was perfect. Your hands flew up to his hair, and you tugged slightly, making him kiss you even harder.
His mouth moved against yours like heâd been waiting his whole life to do this, and couldnât believe he finally got the chance. You met him just as eagerly, for each kiss, trying to memorize the feeling of his lips on yours.
Something about this, all of it, felt so, so familiar. But every time you made to pull away, his lips chased yours and you couldnât help but give in.Â
Soon enough you both pulled away to catch your breaths, eyes still shut as you leaned into each other, foreheads touching. You enjoyed the moment for a bit, and then you opened your eyes, about to make a joke about how that was an interesting way to accept an apology.
You gasped out loud, hands flying up to cover your mouth as you stumbled backward.Â
âOh my god,â you whispered. âOh my god.â
âY/N/N, Iâm so sorry,â he says. Peter says. Because itâs Peter standing in front of you right now and he didnât seem to be the least bit taken aback by your reaction.
Youâre unsure what to say to him, your head is reeling and you can't breathe.Â
âOh my god,â you repeated, your voice barely a breath.Â
âY/N, please, please let me explain.â He stepped toward you and reached out a hand.Â
You shook your head so quick, that you thought you might give yourself whiplash. âNo. This,â you pointed at him, âis so sick, Peter.â Your voice broke at the end and you tried to fight back the tears that were already burning in your eyes.Â
His eyes widened. âY/N I promise you, itâs not what you think-,â
âWhat do you think I think Peter?â You asked him, voice full of exasperation. âBecause I think, you lied to me. I think, you played me for a fool. I think, youâre sick and twisted for sitting here with me every night and playing friends with me. Asking me about my day, pretending to care. Fuck, asking me about my ex. Continuously,
âI think,â you continued, tears flowing freely now, voice shaky and weak, but still conveying your anger. âI think you got me to trust you, again. Just so you could stomp all over every bit of me, again!â
âItâs not like that Y/N, it was never like that. Please, believe me, sweetheart. Please donât cry.â He begged, looking like it was taking every muscle in his body to hold himself back from pulling you in again.Â
âWhy should I believe you?â You snapped at him. It was hard for him to believe that, just a minute ago, he was holding you again. Kissing you like nothing else in the world mattered. Heâd give anything to have that back.
âBecause every moment we had out here was real! Every concern, every question. I was never playing pretend, I just, ugh!â He groaned out loud, dropping his head in his hands, and tugging his hair tightly before looking up at you again. âI fucked up Y/N,â his voice is watery, and because you canât undo the time you spent together, as Peter and as Spider-Man, you canât help the strong impulses you feel to hold him tight. But you stand your ground and wait for him to continue.
âFirst when I didnât tell you about this,â he said gesturing towards his suit. âWhich has its own reasons. And then again, when I bailed on you all those times, which was because of this. And again when I let you walk away from me that night at school. I shouldâve fought for you, I shouldâve shown up more, I shouldâve shown up every time and never given you any reason to not trust me,
âBut I didnât. And you called things off⊠And at that moment, all I could think was you, walking down the streets of New York, crying, and distracted.â He shuddered and your heart fell. Youâd never thought of it like that. âYou donât know the things Iâve seen,â he said, looking up at you, eyes red and face flushed.Â
âSo I thought Iâd just walk you home, make sure you got there safely, and then Iâd start staying away. But it was you,â his voice broke. âAnd you were so upset and all I could think was that itâs my fault and I hated myself. So when you invited me to hang out on the roof with you, I thought Iâd show up, try to cheer you up a little,
âAnd you made me tea, that night,â he laughed softly. âI donât think you even realized, but you made it the way I always drink my tea. My favorite.â Your mouth fell open a little when you realized you had, in fact, made his favorite tea that night. Heâd told you during a late-night conversation before you two had started dating, and ever since, it was the only tea you drank.Â
âSo I had to stay,â he continued. âAnd then we started talking, and you were joking, and telling me things I had no idea about. And I never wanted to leave,â he admitted softly.Â
âWhy didnât you tell me?â You asked him, pointing at his mask on the floor, voice raspy from the tears still clogged in your throat. âWhen we were still together? Iâll bet that's why you were always bailing, isnât it?â
He looked down and nodded. âIt is. Or was. I wanted to,â he looked up at you suddenly, his face so sincere, that you could feel the desperation in his next words. âGod Y/N, you have no idea how many times I almost did. But I stopped myself every time because the risks of you knowing were too high.â
âRisks?â You asked confused.
He nodded, âIâve met a lot of people. Bad people. And if the one catches wind of this, of you? If someone ever tried something, Iâd never forgive myself.â He looked away shaking his head.
âSo no one knows?â
He shook his head again. âOnly Ned and May.â
âNed knows?â You knew they were best friends, but really?
âIt's not like that, no.â He waved his hand. âHe found out by accident. He was waiting in my room one day, and I crawled in through the window âcause I didnât see him.â
You huff out a breath from your nose. That was so Peter. Youâd bet money that May found out in some similar situation.
âWait,â you started, âif we went through all of that, and you still didnât tell me, why tell me now?â
âBecause I canât stand to be away from you any longer.â His voice sounded broken, like heâd been dying to get that off his chest.
He stepped closer again, and you didnât push him away this time, much to his surprise. He doesnât stop until heâs standing right in front of you.
âIâll protect you from anything or anyone that may come your way. Iâd do anything for you sweetheart,â he repeated his words from earlier and you felt something grow in your chest. One of his hands came up to cup your cheek, the other, moving to your waist. Your hands rose up to lay on his chest.Â
âGod, you have no idea how much it was killing me to sit beside you all those nights and not be able to touch you.â He whispered, staring straight into your eyes.Â
You met his gaze. You believed him, every word. Youâd known Peter for years, you knew when he was lying to you, which was part of why you broke up with him. You knew he was lying to you, or holding something back from you, you just didnât know what. But you still had a few more questions.Â
âLast night. Why did you run off? Why didnât you just tell me then?â
âBecause I was a coward,â he admitted, expression sad. âI was enjoying it all too much, I wasnât ready to ruin it yet. I still couldnât believe I found a way to still talk to you, and you were asking to see me,â he blew out a breath.
Yeah, obviously that didnât initially start well.Â
You nodded. âAnd when you kept asking me about you. About my ex and how I felt about him, why?â That part still had you confused
He looked up, closing his eyes, âI wonât lie to you sweetheart, that was just me being a dumbass. That was complete selfishness andâŠ,â
He trailed off. âAnd what?â You questioned him. There was some unspoken thing you two were doing right now, that you could ask anything, and heâd answered honestly. It was the least he could do.Â
âAnd jealously,â he finished quietly, looking down at the ground.
âJealousy?â You repeated, still confused. âBut who would you be jealous ofâŠoh.â
And it was then that you realized how youâd talked about Brad to Spider-Man (before you knew who he was of course), and how, right after, when heâd asked about Peter, youâd said something about just trying to forget the whole thing. You had to hold back a laugh when you remembered all that. Poor guy mustâve been going insane.Â
He nodded. âYou kept talking about that Brad guy and talking about trying to get over me. And I hated that you seemed to be getting over me so quick. Like I said, completely selfish. I'm sorry.â
âNo,â you shook your head, âthat makes sense actually. But seriously Peter..â You trailed off, shaking your head again.
Worry crept onto his features, âI know I messed up Y/N/N, big time, but Iâm willing to do anything-,â
âYou really thought I was into Brad?â You asked, wrinkling your nose up at him.Â
He let out a breath of relief, before laughing a little. God, he was so happy you were joking with him.Â
He leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours, âIâm sorry sweetheart.â
âYouâre forgiven,â you told him, the sincerity in your tone impossible to miss, and he knew you were talking about more than the crazy jealousy.Â
He looked down into your eyes, his gaze so intense you almost went to look away. âIâm the luckiest man alive,â he whispered, his voice so low, you wondered if he even meant to say it out loud.
His eyes flickered down to your lips, and you took that as your cue. You leaned in, closing the gap between you. He kissed you back instantly. It was softer than the one earlier, but way more meaningful. Every press of his lips on yours felt like repairing something. Mending whatever it was that had broken between the two of you.
You pulled away first because you knew he wouldnât, but he didnât let you get far. He started planting kisses all over your face.
"Have I told you," Kiss. "How beautiful," Kiss. "I think you look tonight? And every night."
You laughed, face heating up at his compliments. "Thank you, Petey."
"I love it when you call me that." He said, grinning like a lovesick idiot. He leaned in and kissed your cheek one more time before he pulled away again.Â
"I didn't like it." He said, a frown on his face.
"Didn't like what babe?" You asked, tilting your head up at him while your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck.
He let out a sigh, "The breakup. Being broken up. Not talking to you, as me, I mean. Not as Spider-Man. And I sure as hell didn't like seeing some other guy make out with my girl in front of everyone."
You laughed and you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach when he called you his girl. "Well don't worry," you told him, moving your hands to cup his face. "We're not doing that again, not if we can help it."
You leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips, before pulling away, which made him whine.Â
 He moved his hands to your shoulder as he buried his face in your neck, breathing in your scent.Â
âYou drive me crazy, sweetheart.â He said, voice muffled by your skin.Â
You giggled, âYou drive me crazier, Peter Parker.â
âcrazierâ taglist: @coralineyouareinterribledanger @666yourmomdotcom
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BAD ROMANCE! â â SATOSUGU.
†popstar!gojo mlist.
headline. being sandwiched between a popstar and geto, his bassist best friend was almost like a fever dream. what happens when they start fighting over who can make you moan the highest note? sharing is caringâŠright?
word count. 5.8k (i am sorry)
warnings. fem! reader, popstar!gojo au, bassist geto, geto has a tongue piercing, threesome, double penetration, manhandling, fucking while standing, size kink, unprotected sex, implied multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, gojo slander (lol)
an. makes sense if u read the first part !! if not thatâs okaaay. sry for any errorssss aha
âseriously. joinâŠthe two of you?â geto mutters with a subtle eye twitchâyou stared at the lead bassist, and he briefly returned a glance. his hands were buried in his pockets, wearing a leather jacket, ripped jeans and a fitted white tank underneath. getoâs hair was a tad bit ruffled with a perfect length wolf cut. âyou do realize your fans have been waiting for you for over an hour.â
âohâŠ.right, i did have a concert,â gojo nervously chuckles, running a hand down his neck. âthey heard everything too. nanamiâs gonna kill me. thatâs fun.â
getoâs eyes dart back towards you and suddenly you feel extremely nervous. you could never ever read him, he just a blank stare plastered amongst his face.
âi donât think weâve officially met. wish i didnât have to meet you half-naked but,â and you were embarrassed, feeling the tips of your ears get feverish and abnormally hot. âiâm this idiotâs bassist. suguru geââ
âbro she didnât ask for your life story,â gojo groans, and you let off a gasp once he lifts you up, an arm underneath you and another bringing you towards his chest. âsugupoo, you didnât answer my question.â
âsugupoââ he furrows his eyebrows, repeating the petname. geto grumbles, ââŠfine, but not here. we canâŠgo back to my hotel or something.â
this was far more than anything you could have imagined. being between two idols. more so gojo but still. you were pretty much left with shredded clothing thanks to gojo barely even an hour agoâŠ
âis she always this sensitive to touch?â geto utters, peeling your the remains of your clothes off â which was basically just a thin robe. he was tantalizingly slow with his hands, the very pads of his fingertips ghosting against your skin made you left off a soft gasp.
âpretty much,â gojo hums, and you watch as the popstar lowers his head to kiss near your thighs. âsheâs a little camera shy.â
âwhat does that even-â
ââŠnevermind.â
geto was more tame while gojo was far more eager. you make brief eye contact with geto and he leans in toward you. you were expecting him to kiss you but instead, he brings a thumb towards your lip and smiles. âyouâre a lot prettier in person, assistant. what are you doing messing around with this idiot?â
âumââ
ânone of your business. besides, donât talk to my work wife like that.â gojo pouts, and he makes you face him directly.Â
obviously, he was being nothing but a pure tease. you feel yourself grow hot once gojo presses his lips onto yours. you could hear geto scoffing in the background.
you and gojo werenât exactly a thing⊠although, maybe this âthingâ was developing into some sort of fling.Â
you moan into his mouth, feeling gojoâs hand trail down to part against your thigh before geto pries the two of you off, only to bring you into a much more steamy kiss.Â
gojoâs jaw drops dramatically, a squeaky gasp leaving his lips as he watches you make out with geto.
geto was far more passionate and tender by a mile. with a soft thumb grazing beneath your chin, you let off a soft whine. tasting the sugary spiced alcohol on his tongueâŠ..just a tang, but it was enough for you to covet more of him. more of his taste.
âthis isnâtâŠ. fair.â gojo nags, yet his body feels otherwise. seeing his bassist of a best friend kiss you deeply, touching all over your body. he started to feel himself getâŠaroused.Â
you feel a cunning smirk go against getoâs lips. with a hand gripped softly underneath your chin, he continues to stroke it soothingly.Â
he was so deliberate with his tongue, making sure to savour every inch of you. a groan leaves his mouth as he deepens the kiss for a brisk second. his breath was eminently lukewarm, and you donât even recollect yourself pulling him closer to your already achey body.Â
âsuguru, youâre beinÊŒ stingy,â gojo frowns, starting to think if suggesting him to tag along was a good idea⊠perhaps not⊠after all, he was the satoru gojo. heâs never been a fan of share the spotlight.
geto swiftly pulls away and his eye contact against you makes you grow hot. his eyes spoke a thousand words, dirty dirty words though. gojo lets off a vexed sigh before running a hand through his hair. ââŠi have an idea though.â
âwhat?â you and geto both speak in low unison.Â
the popstar has a cheeky grin on his lips before playfully rolling his eyes, tilting his head. âwhich can make her louder. then again, i already know iâm gonna win soooâŠâ
geto utters in the most sassiest tone imaginable, âplease. youâd probably be the loudest out of all of us but fine.â
the thought of them both fighting over you, your client, and his best friend as well as his lead bassist.
you firmly clasped your thighs together before shyly drawing circles against the outer part of your arm. âwell, he was pretty loud earlier. his fans heard him moaning all through his mic backstage andââ
âtch. shut up..â he grumbles, trying to forget that incident even happened.Â
gojo now decides to pulls you into sweet passionate fulfilled kiss, and itâs deep with a bit of tongue.
you were indeed basically naked with the exception of a silk sage-colored robe he bought you as a new yearâs eve gift. it hung down your body perfectly, just enough to make out your skin.Â
geto makes you slip a whine into gojoâs mouth once he spreads your legs with one handâyou were drenched, soakedâŠ.no doubt about it. âno panties,â he mutters in a rough voice. âsatoru mustâve beat me to it, hmpf.â
you started to pant the more gojo moved his tongue against yours, you could tell how needy he was. even though he already had a taste from you earlier, he wanted more. you were like some kind of candy, intoxicatingly sweetened.Â
he smoothly slides his tongue against your bottom lip, grunting from the leftover taste of your flavored lip gloss that was by this point smeared across your lips. whenever gojo kissed you, you had this warm burning feeling inside. it was indescribable, you knew more than anyone how unprofessional this wasâŠyet it felt good, his touch, his taste, even his rich scent.Â
âwhat a mess. already drenched for me,â geto murmurs, and you peek an eye open to watch the bassist go down, between your legs. you sit up with gojo tilting your head to face him, thighs spread apart and you let off a moan once he starts to work his way.Â
slowly, geto creates tender kissesâŠÂ
he creates a simple trail, all up your thighs. the softness of his lips pressing against your skin made you whine against gojoâs lips.
gojo moves your chin back to focus back towards him, and he gives your bottom lip an impish bite.
peppering the side parts of your mouth with numerous wet kisses. âmwah,â heâd coo, a teasing gesture yet the stare he gave you made you throb. âmy fans heard usâŠheard you, yâknow. how does that make you feel?â
you stare at gojo, and his eyebrows are slightly raised in curiosity. he was such a tease, wanting to know your response.Â
getoâs tongue licks against the inner part of your thigh and you moan. thatâs when you feel a slight coldness of his tongue piercing run against your skin â it tickles but in the best way imaginable.Â
he starts to suck against your skin, a soft âpopâ skims past his lips and you whine before gojo squeezes your lips together.Â
âheyyy, pretty. âm talking to you.â he whispers, leaning in to sneak another kiss on your mouth.Â
âiâ i liked it,â you utter, getoâs touch from underneath, a finger trailing against your skin with his tongue following shortly afterward made you pulse continuously. âknowing everyone heard meâŠ.your die-hard fans, it turned me on a little.â
âyeah? did it really?â he grins, showcasing a casual head tilt. âwow, you really are a kinky girl. but it turned me on too,â he adds, inching his face towards your neck to give it a soft suck. âhmph. next time i should probably fuck you on stage, wouldnât that be a pretty sight,â he murmurs, his voice playfully lowering. âooh, itâs probably all over the headlines, but eh, who gives a shit, right? not me, and definitely not her.â
you were just about to let off a mewl once gojo reached down to give your pussy a mean squeeze as soon as he referred to it as âher.â
he brings an additional kiss to you before you feel the warmth of getoâs breath fan against your entrance. you start to pant, feeling gojoâs hands roam and wander all against your body.Â
an abrupt shock surges throughout your skin from his fingertips and the silk robe you wore. gojo traced a thumb against your nippleâyour overly-sensitive nipple that poked through the thin pretty fabric. you were so aroused that your mind raced just as quickly as your heartbeat did.Â
âfuckâŠdunno know what it is about you,â he murmurs, breaking away a few seconds to speak. there was a titillating bass that carried underneath gojoâs tone.Â
you could hear it in his voice, how pitchy and low it would get at certain times. âjust lookinâ at you gets me s-so hard,â and then he swallowed for a second, departing eye contact out of sheer flusteredness and it was cute. âstill a bitâŠsensitive from earlier though. had the audacity to keep ridinâ me after i c-came.âÂ
âsorry.â you playfully press your lips together, glancing up at him and he grows embarrassed for a moment at remembering the pure thought.Â
the image of him⊠the satoru gojo and you, his trusty assistant â being on top of the famous well-known pop star, riding him until he whined for just you and only you.
not to mention as well as having him as an entire mess underneath you. he probably was too stubborn to realize it but you had him wrapped around your pretty little fingerâŠ
to think that was just about nearly half an hour ago. your thoughts get interrupted from feeling getoâs tongue meekly lick against your inner folds. a sharp breath elicits from your throat as you look down at him already staring at you with a smug grin.Â
âtoru already got here too?â he whispers, ghosting a thumb against your sodden folds. his slender fingers were so long and lengthy, nails perfectly manicured, and of course, heâd have well-trimmed nails because of his status as a professional bassist.
all things considered, geto would just be godly with his fingers. it was no secret, reallyâŠ
âof course i fuckinâ did.â gojo pouts, giving him a nettled glare.Â
geto snickers. âaw. poor girl,â and then he makes eye contact with you, smugly simpering.
geto takes a second to tie his hair back into a messy ponytail before pursing his lips to speak. âheâs a good singer, yeahhh. but he has a huge lack of skill at eating pussy. trust me.â
âshut up, man..â gojoâs eyes widen, the tips of his ears burning, it was adorable. âthatâsâŠnot true.â
it was.
âsuguruuu..â you whined, not even realize how much you were desperately aching for him. the two bickering was a constant thing, but you decided to ignore it and let the lust take over.Â
âiâm sorry, i should be paying more attention to you,â he mutters, using a hand to shove your right thigh a few inches away.
geto promptly rolls out his tongueâŠ.slowly, pink and pretty. clean. your eyes peer at the pretty piercing that laid flat against the center part. âkeep these legs spread for me. can you be a good girl ân do that?â
you unwittingly feel yourself pulse just from that action of him showing you a good view of his tongue. you give the bassist a pathetic eager nod, a hand running towards the roots of his hair to grip it before he grins. âgood, âcause âm starved.â
âsugu, what⊠what am i supposed to do?â gojo huffs out.Â
âfigure it out yourself, popstar.â geto murmurs, and a soft pout twists against gojoâs lips.Â
thatâs when he makes you turn over to where youâre on your hands and kneesâyou face forward, most importantly, you face forward right against gojoâs crotch. face front and all.
he lingers near the edge of the bed, towering over you with a hungry gaze before letting off a whine.Â
âjusâ look at meâŠ.i canât perform like this,â not like he was going to perform anywayâŠbut you stare at gojoâs body. all he wore was sweats, the original partially bedazzled outfit that was actually getoâs was practically torn. âyou gave me this boner, âs your fault âm all needy.â
geto interrupts the erotic atmosphere with his tongue gradually flicking against your pussy, two rough hands spread the fat of your ass and you whine at how abruptly lewd it was. âoh my g-goddd.â
gojo feels like he has competition with geto, so he frownsâthe pout remaining on his pink sheeny lips before he grips ahold of your chin to make you stare straight at him whilst youâre on all fours on the cushioned mattress.Â
âbeenâŠbeen wantinâ to finally see what this pretty throat feels like,âÂ
he sighs, and he watches as you already start to lean into his touch. youâre on the palms of your hands, back slightly arched before you pull the hem of his boxers down with your teeth. âyouâre such a little... youâŠyou know what youâre doing..â
gojo lets off a soft grunt, gripping your hair, and as you inch your face closer toward him â a few specks of his neatly scattered brush against his face. you lick against the padded fabric of his boxers, curving your tongue against the print of his bulge and he swallows thickly.Â
âyouâre so fuckinâ nasty,â he huffs, bringing you all close to his briefs. you stare up at gojo, licking against the thin madematerial before cupping your mouth over his bulgeâŠright near his base, in a much playful manner. âyouâreâjust asking to have a stuffed full mouth, huh?â
again, getoâs tongue rummaged all throughout your pussy while you absentmindly toying with gojo throws you off for a sudden concise moment.Â
he was just as filthy, maybe even filthier. as you propped upâyou whimpered, feeling how he ran his tongue all along your sweetened labia.Â
your pussy pulsed against his movements, he starts to teasingly nibble on your clit before giving it a loooong suck.Â
âmmph.â heâd grumble, and within minutes you could tell you had him entirely drunk. his tongue was just skimming around and against your clit that forevermore clenched. before you know it, youâre starting to intensely jounce and convulse because of the stimulation.Â
his tongue laid flat against your pussy, the piercing that stuck against him, the slight coldness of it made you obliviously arch your back a bit more. toes of yours clenched in desire before your mouth opened at his technique.
geto was slow but sensual.Â
his tongue⊠it spiraled against your pussy in a sweet motion to make you sob out a cry.Â
âopen that mouth,â gojo mutters, his hand still gripping your chin, and you do, parting your lips before watching him spring his dick out. it was throbbing, swollen, and not to mention quite pretty.
he wasnât lyingâyou did leave him incredibly sensitive from earlierâŠ
gojo lets off a breathless groan once he watches you kiss the tip of his cock head, which ends up turning into many kisses. his lip quivers the more time he spends staring at you. his breath becomes abnormally shaky, all because of you.
ââŠdonât tease me,â he whines before wrapping shuddery fingers around his fat length, giving it a few swift pumps before he starts to smear his pre-cum smothered tip all across your lips.
you give the popstar a cute, roguish glance before skimming the tip of your tongue against his frenulum.Â
that spotâŠit was that spot that always gave gojo chills. he was trying too hard to keep up a tough front. heâs suppressing his moans before he watches you sink him down inch by inch.Â
âmouth of yours âs just askinâ to be ruined,â he moans, and your eyes dart back up toward the popstar. his washboard abs tightened as he stood still, watching you lower your throat on him. you were a bit sloppy not to mention, strands of spit were already running down the side of your chin. âsuch a slutty assistant. unprofessional andââ
gojo shuts up the moment he feels your tongue stir leisurely against his tip, heâs halfway in before you gag. he reaches the roof of your mouth already, and youâre keeping him warm, all thanks to your throat.
ââŠdamn girl,â he huffs, and as youâre breathing through your nose, he grabs a fistful of your hair.
with a tight pull, your eyes meet his abs again, and he was so fit. figures, he is an industrially well-trained dancer after all. gojoâs workout routine was no mystery. you throbbed a bit the more you stared at his body.Â
as your eyes rove, you spotted a few lipstick stains smeared all against gojoâs skin, as well as a few sharpie marks. you figured it was from one of his obsessed die-hard fans.
it was just the way his perfectly sculptured chiseled v-line presented itself. the few specks of white hairs trailing down his area further and further to where it aligns toward his happy trailâŠ
yet, the more you stared back at the dozens of now nearly faded marks of lipstick stains scattered all over his bodyâyou donât know why but you felt this peculiar feeling ofâŠjealousy.Â
was it jealousy?
geto continues to eat you out as youâre trapped in a dark bubble of your thoughts, and you whimper once you feel the soft padded tip of his nose slide all against your pussy.Â
he was quite literally nose-deep, making you extra sensitive by adding a finger to rub against your soaked folds.Â
his touch was fiery warm.
as you started to moderately make your lips firm. you slid your tongue out before gently rubbing it against the very underside part of his cock. gojo groans once more, face growing flustered as a hand remains at the top of your head. âsuch a filthy mouth,â he pants, hovering over you beside the bed. Â
getoâs still eating you from behind, and he starts sucking again. passionately sucking on your throbbing neglected clit. he makes it his passion to give it all sorts of uninvited attention to feel you pulse and convulse into and against his mouth.Â
gojo watches you start to vigorously shake and twitch from his best friendâs tongue, and he raises your chin up to look right at him.
mouth full and all, your tongue reaches the inner vein part of gojoâs lanky cock, he whines.Â
âs-shit,â he sibilates through gritted teeth, and thatâs when he started to pivot his hips a bit. gojo thrusts into your mouth â and his moans were so pretty to listen to, he was a soprano after all.
the way his voice would effortlessly pitch all because of your tongueâŠhe grabs your head, gently, yet with just enough pressure he makes you go back and forth, heâs stuffing your throat full of his girth, full of his inches.
youâre a mess, strings of saliva pouring down your chin and he looks down at you before nervously chuckling. âlook at you. what, are you trying to say something?â
and heâs just at his limit, near the edge yet is such a brat. way too much for his own good. âdonât try to talk with y-your mouth full, princess.â
abruptly, you feel that familiar rush disrupt your thinking and you suddenly tense.
getoâs tongue slithers all against that spot, deep between your folds, and giving it a good nibble before your legs nearly give out right then and there. such whirlpools, a plethora of them came crashing down all at once before you moaned, the sensation was almost too much to bare.Â
âgive it to me, câmon. i wanna hear you.â geto whispers, breath wafting against your clit. glossed pink lips of his was just drenched with your slit for itâs entirety.
he merrily blows against your pussy and that was just about the last straw for youâyou end up cumming, and it had your eyebrows furrowing with such pleasure.Â
âpft. took me longer to make her cum when iâŠâ gojo gruffs, the same pout still pursed against his lips as he watched you riding your orgasm off against the bassistâs tongue.Â
covetously, he watches as your eyelids start to droop and youâre growing quite dumb.
getoâs tongueâŠ.the length of it, the piercing, it tickled against your wet entrance as well as having you spasming and craving for more.Â
gojo takes his dick out of your mouth hastily with a cute scowl on his lips whilst geto departs from behind you.Â
he has a sly grin, bringing a thumb up to the corner of his mouth before swiping your slick clean.Â
âjealous, âtoru?â
ââŠno,â he grouches, and he definitely was. the popstar lifts you up suddenly, and your arms wrap around his neck, still panting from your recent jaw-dropping orgasmic release. âi can still do better than you, sugupoo.â
âi told you to stop calling me that.â geto chastised, standing up also. walking towards you, he ran a hand down your back and you moaned from his touch.Â
you bury your face into gojoâs neck, your own warm breath going back against your face. the pop starâs half-cut-sparkled open glove traces down your back before he slyly smiles. beads of sweat races down his forehead before the singer hums. âsuguru. do ya think we can fuck her like this?â
âstanding up?â the bassist murmurs, and theyâre both grazing their hands all over your body. while gojo has you lifted up, your legs tightly wrap and lock around his waist like a vice before geto kisses the back of your neck, pitching his voice lower as he speaks to you. âwhat do you think? can you handle the two of us, pretty girl?âÂ
you whine against gojoâs neck, trembling from getoâs touch behind you. how gentle he was, leaning in to suck against the tenderness part of your collarbone. âyeah,â you nod, and gojo glanced down at you with a smug grin forming on his lips. âj-just hurry up. satoru should have been performing like an hour ago.â
âdamn, thatâs true. i kinda forgot about that,â he timidly chortles, and he raises you up in his buff arms just a bit. âoh well. heh, i mean youâŠyou can explain it to kento for me, yeah? i know heâs my manager but fuck, he scares me. if heâs nosy just tell him iâm uhâŠi got athlete's foot.â
there was a long rightfully so pause and getoâs hands remained gripped against your waist. âidiotâŠâ he mumbles.Â
the moment gojo aligns himself, you intake a sharp breath â mentally preparing yourself because you were about to take not only him, but his best friend alsoâŠ.while standing.Â
âhold on to âtoru. iâm gonna have to stretch you just a littleâŠâ geto purrs against your ear.
you made candid eye contact with gojo and he flashes a sheepish grin before planting a kiss on the tip of your nose.Â
âi stretched her already.â gojo shrugs.Â
âyou did a lousy fuckinâ job then.â geto snarls, and you moan, feeling the thickness of geto go right into you with simplicity.
needless to say, it was sloppy.Â
your cunt squelched in utter enthusiasm as he eases his way inside of you. gojo rolls his eyes at getoâs remark, and youâre quite literally being double stuffed. they both were slow and precise with their movements and youâre just in awe, dumbfounded, stupidâŠ
youâve never felt so full.
both of them deep inside of you, churning up your insides at the same time. you donât think youâve ever been fucked like this.
not only were you being shared but doing everything while standing upâyour arms pathetically wrapped around gojoâs neck, and itâs the perfect position to stare right into the pop star's eyes.Â
he returns the gaze, and he grows flustered, lip quivering, ears twitching, eyebrows contorting. he was trying just as much as you to not be so loud, so vocal. yet a moan slips out, and gojoâs moans never fail to be so slutty.Â
âthink i can see why heâs so obsessed with you,â geto grunts, maintaining a firm grip against your hips. heâs taking you from behind with gojo occupied towards the front, each pretty glacĂ© coated whimper that ran off past your lips grew shakier and shakier from the deep thrusts you were being given.
as you idly bounced against their dicks, you were again, stupidâbrainless.
your mouth ends up partially opening as youâre moaning. your pussy gripped against each of them tightly. squeezing and clamping down against each of them to where youâre just so dizzy.Â
getoâs thick and girth, meanwhile gojoâs long and lengthyâŠ
your ears fet like they were about to pop from the sheer sudden humidity in the room the more you bobbed and jostled against them. biting your lip to conceal an incoming moan, your eyes briefly roll backward before you suddenly feel the plump mushroom-tip of gojoâs dick fully expand and reach there.Â
âf-fuck, oh my g-godd,â youâd whine, rough sounds of your skin against theirs ricocheting amongst each other. such beefy bulky toned arms had you propped up in such an obscene way, you craved more. ââŠso deep.â
gojo leans in for a wet kiss and you kiss back, a plethora of whimpers and whines glissade right into his mouth - he swiftly swipes a tongue against yours, sloppy per usual before even he starts to moan. in such a way, you never failed to leave gojo all hot and bothered.
âyou two are such sluts for each other, itâs cute..âÂ
as the bassist teases and pokes fun, you shudder, feeling geto press up against your assâŠÂ
the stretch, the girth he had that made him thicker⊠it was mouthwateringly appetizing.
you found yourself practically drooling just from his dick, the way the curve of it hit that same repeated spots to make you grow dumber and dumber. you were starting to get so loopy from his best friend that you completely forgot gojo was in the picture for a quick second.Â
geto being abutting against you, his body heat was entirely chambrĂ©âthe fabric of his leather jacket, the cold frigid zippers skin against your skin and you lean back against his chest. despite all of this, gojoâs still managing to have you being fucked upright. Â
your entrance was slickâŠdamp, coated each of their cocks with your dampened arousal before your breathing starts to catch up with you.Â
âs-shit, âm not gonna last.â gojo starts, and his body language changes a bitâyou study his facial expressions, the way his lips contort into a perturbed pout. skin against skin, you radiated from their heat thoroughly before geto shakes his head with a sly scoff.Â
âof course youâre not.â he snickers.Â
âs-shut up, sugupoo,â he whines, hastily his head goes back. the popstarâs hair goes all over his face, long white strands occluding his view of vision and it's sexy. the way heâd become whiney out of nowhere, pressing his lips together in utter desperation. you had him a mess, whining again and again, regardless of trying to keep up a front. âsheâs gonna milk me ân itâs all your fault..â
you throbbed from his words, and the popstar could barely keep his eyes open. heâs so sensitive, keeping you up with his arms while geto has you from the other end, geto sighs dramatically. âhere he goes.â
âyou both talk too much.â you mewl, clinging onto gojoâs neck.Â
âno we donât.â they both say in unison before giving each other a glare.Â
geto scoffs whilst gojo pokes his lip out, focusing his attention back towards you. yet the minute gojo cums, his dick ends up slipping out of you and thatâs when he becomes a stuttering mess.Â
âs-shit,â he huffs, wrapping a hand around his base before repositioning it again. ropes of his cum start to seep out your cunt, geto watches and heâs speechlessâyou mewl, feeling geto run a thumb down your slit only to then smear gojoâs cum against your pussy. âso much to give you, even still.â
gojo starts whimpering. stretching such inches inside of you while geto pauses his movements. you felt warm, not to mention exceedingly full.Â
you were stuffed, to the utmost limitâŠ
the two took turns with you. you were treated like a rag doll if one was to be honest. it was as if stamina didnât exist for them. positions after positions, thereâd be a point where getoâs sucking against your nipples while gojoâs slamming his hips into you with the sweetest whimpers dragging out from his pretty glossed lips.
albeit, you donât expect geto to get whineyâŠ
but he does.
youâd be riding him, heâs laid back against the bed with his legs openly spread and clenched. a sharp jawline points forward as he faces you forward. âfuckk, your hips are so..â heâd groan, his head goes back in desireable pleasure and you lean in to bombard the inner part of his neck with sweet kisses.
gojoâs behind you, and he finds himself getting jealous and a tad bit clingy. you moan, feeling him lick a long stripe up your neck, wanting you to pay more attention to him and not his dumb best friend.
getoâs so attractive from this perspective..
you decide to be a tease, planting a kiss near the corner of his mouthâyour lips meeting his revealing dimples. âgripping me s-so good,â he groans, bringing a sharp smack to your ass for âencouragement.â
he craved the way you grinded against him, not too fast, not too quickâŠjust right. your hips slid from front to back, swiveling all around him to where a whine rips from his throat. âdamnnn, just like that. f-fuck me, fuck megirl...â
his voice deopped a single octave, and he even brought a hand up to his face to shield his pure embarrassment.
gojo snickers before he speaks, peppering kisses against your collarbone before peering at his best friend. âawww, look at sugupoo. all that talk ân heâs just as whiny as i was.â
âshut up.. fuckinâ shutâŠup,â he groans, his nostrils flare and you lean in to kiss geto, he kisses back, and this time itâs sloppy and less passionate. itâs rougher. the instant second his lips meet yours, a low moan from geto slips out.
he pants heavily against you, breaking away for a second to breath â his hands were pinching your waist, brushing against your tender skin before he exhales out a sigh.
getoâs hair, tied into a near ponytail had a few strands poking out, scattered all against his face. he groans, feeling your clit rub against him slowly and gradually.
perfectly aligned and lined up right, he shudders once he feels your hand roam against his body, sliding a finger down a scar near the right side of his chest.Â
gojo, still being sat behind you as he impatiently watched, reaches between your legs and starts to play with your pussy. you whined, feeling him start to maneuver tiny circles against your already sensitive folds before geto pulls away to breath yet again.Â
a pretty sheeny web of spit coats against your chin and his as you depart from one another. your lips, and his jaw tightens. âf-fuckkk, fuck me. fuck me like that, donât s-stop.â
he found the way you mounted him in such a good angle, it makes him ten times harder. getoâs thick cock slams in and out of you to where heâs almost tasting how swollen he was. you ploddingly thrust your hips forward before geto pulls you into his chest suddenly.Â
âsuguruuu.â youâd whinge, feeling him squeeze the fat of your ass. Â
âfuckk,â he raps, you could be milking me all the time instead of thisâthis wannabe justin bieber.â
âheyâŠâ gojo narrows his eyes, and he catches you giggling at getoâs remark. geto peeks an eye to stare at gojo before a smile goes against his lips, soley before turning his attention back towards you.
once getoâs body relaxes, he feels the pressure rising up within him to the point of his incoming release. the fiery sensations of electricity went all through. such fiery sensations piercing, heâs bouncing his thigh in an attempt to deepen his strokes inside you to make you whine yourself.Â
âdamn, âs good. s-so fuckinâ good,â he swallows, grunting once you lean in to kiss the front part of his adamâs apple. âgonna flood your pussy, you want that? want me to make a fuckinâ mess of myself?â
ây-yeah.â you breathe, nodding in contentment. âsuguru please.â
getoâs vision becomes a little blurry, heâs hazy and it feels so goodâŠyour cuntâs got him on a leash.
he fell in love with the way your hips rolled against him again and again, each spank he gives your ass makes him throb. the girth he had lunging inside of you, outstretching to where it prods against your g-spot. âf-fuck.â youâd sob, slumping your head against the bassist.Â
once he eventually came, it was way more than gojo. more as in youâre stuffed fuller than you thought you could ever be. you pause, huffing and puffing as your ear laid flat against his bare chest. geto aches, heavily panting himself and sweat droplets raced down his v-line.Â
âi think i won,â gojo frowns, breaking the two of you upâyou were practically limp, getoâs cum dripping out of you. you moaned, trying to recollect your breath but failing.Â
geto leans back, giving gojo a side eye before murmuring. âjust shut up..â
âaw. poor suguâs all dââ
gojoâs voice gets rudely interrupted by the annoying screech of your ringtone. the two of them stare at the blue light, and gojo picks it up with a curious expression.Â
âooh, phone call,â and he picks it up, bringing it up to his face and raises a brow. âhuh. whyâs uh..â and he turns it the opposite way, âwhyâs fushiguro toji calling you? and heh whatâs with the dumb heart by his name. isnât he my old producer?â
geto grumbles, still silently heaving with a hand rubbing against his abdomen. âyeah, that scum who tried to take parts of our salary from that one gig we did,â and then geto darts his eyes towards you with an unreadable expression âwhy is he calling you?â
your stomach quite literally drops. you sat on the plump bed laid flat on your tummy. momentarily stunned for a moment. alas, you had to say something⊠you sat up, the phone continuing to sing in the distance before uttering.Â
âtojiâŠheâs umâŠheâs kind of my boyfriend.â
yeah, you were fucked.Â
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