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multific · 4 months

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Love Potion

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Summary: Mattheo always looked at you in a certain way.

His eyes always followed your every move.

You noticed it very early on just how much attention he was paying to you.

His eyes followed you everywhere.

No matter the place, time or occasion.

Let it be class or breakfast or lunch or dinner.

He always had an eye on you.

And you actually didn’t mind.

Mattheo is a very handsome guy. Even if everyone and even your instincts warned you about him, there was still something.

Something which kept you interested.

You felt a pull towards him.

A pull you never acted on.

So, it was mostly longing looks exchanged between you two, nothing more.

One evening, you were having dinner with your friends.

Hermione talked about Ron and how stupid he was. Then you grabbed a bonbon and popped it into your mouth.

“Y/N NO!” you heard someone say but it was too late.

Amortentia.

Or as they called it, love potion.

The entire room smelled like him. Amortentia tends to smell like the person you are in love with, you didn’t even realise.

You were blind.

The room smelled like smoke, honey and wood.

You wanted to see him, kiss him.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for you to eat it!” said one of the Hufflepuffs. “I was meant to prank my roommate!”

While everyone was talking, you were quick to run off into the backyard of the school.

You had a pretty good idea of where to find Mattheo.

And surely enough, you found him by the trees smoking.

“RIDDLE!” you yelled, making him flinch and almost drop his cigarette.

“Y/N?”

“Kiss me! RIGHT NOW!”

“Are you drunk?”

“Just in love, come on.” you ran over to him, almost making him trip as you came in contact with him.

He grabbed you to save you from falling and this is when he noticed your eyes.

“Were you given something?”

“All I feel is looooove.” you said and smiled.

Mattheo noticed Hermione from the corner of his eyes.

“What happened to her?”

“A Hufflepuff gave her Amortentia.” she explained as she grabbed your hand and began to pull you back.

“Love potion? Why?”

“Forget this happened Riddle!” Hermione yelled back at Mattheo as you waved to him.

“Byeeee Matty!” he lifted his hand and gave you a small wave back. He was utterly confused.

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“I CAN’T BELIEVE I DID THAT!” you yelled into your pillow once the potion wore off. “Why didn’t you stop me?!”

“I tried!” said Hermione.

“I want to die. I’m so embarrassed. At LEAST he was alone! Imagine if I did that in front of the school!”

“Well… on our way back to our rooms… you kinda… just a tiny little bit yelled in front of everyone passing by that Mattheo is yours and you will fight for your true love… kinda.”

“Oh. My. Fucking. God. No.” you shook your head but she nodded. “NO. PLEASE NO.”

“And… maybe… kinda… The Slytherins were also there? Maybe?”

“I am jumping out the window,” you said as you stood up and walked towards the window, Hermione grabbed your hand and pulled you back. “I want to die, please. This is so embarrassing!”

“The thing is that almost everyone like cheered for you. Malfoy even wanted to give you a high-five for being so brave. I thought he was being sarcastic, but he was for real. Then Theodore came up and said ‘Go get him, Tiger’ They were all cheering you on.”

“So, I’m the laughingstock of the entire school. Lovely.”

You fell back into your bed, face into the pillow. How will you face everyone tomorrow?

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“Mattheo Riddle! The lucky guy!” said Theodore as he hit Mattheo in the shoulder. “Having one of the prettiest girl scream and declare her love for you. Lucky you!” Mattheo rolled his eyes at his friend.

Although he couldn’t sleep one bit for the entire night, his mind was way too busy.

“It was only a prank.” Mattheo said. It was the only logical explanation.

“Nope. You know Angie? The Hufflepuff girl? Nevermind… Apparently, she made some chocolate for her friend as a prank, but Y/N ended up eating one and it had Amortentia in it.” Mattheo looked at Theodore, trying to see if his friend was lying but he wasn’t.

“And how do you know that?”

“Angie told her friends and I heard it. They didn’t realize I was standing there. But lucky you, having a girlfriend! Don’t fuck it up tho! Or I might steal her.”

“Piss off.” Theodore laughed as they both entered the class.

Mattheo’s eyes immediately locked with yours. You looked scared as you looked away. He could only imagine how you were feeling.

But he was just as confused and embarrassed.

After classes, you wanted nothing more than to run back to your room and hide from everyone.

No one said a thing. But the looks they gave you, said it all.

You just wanted to get out.

You made it to the hallways when someone behind you called your name.

It was Mattheo, your eyes widened as you quickly darted into the girl’s bathroom.

“Y/N, I just want to talk.”

“Look I’m sorry what happened okay?! Please just forget it.”

Then he opened the door and came into the bathroom as you back away and walked into the sinks.

“This is the girl’s bathroom what are you doing?”

“I need to know if, what you said is true. Did you mean any of it or was it the potion?”

“I-I.” you wanted to lie, you wish you were a better liar. All you could do was listen to your heart hammer in your chest.

“So it’s true. What you said is all true… you do lo-”

“OKAY now, please, I’m embarrassed enough, I do not need your rejection, Riddle. Please can you just leave me alone?” you wanted to go into a stall and lock yourself for eternity.

“I thought you hated me.” he suddenly said and you looked at him, shocked. “I was watching you and… you always avoided my looks. Okay, not always but many times.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Just agree to grab some butterbeer with me. That could be a start.”

“What?” you were so confused.

“I’m asking you on a date.”

“You are asking me on a date?”

“Why is that so hard to believe?” he asked as you turned your body back towards him.

“I thought you didn’t do… dates.” you sounded very nice, you worded it even more nicely.

“I don’t. But with you, I will.”

“So, what? You… like me too? After what I said and did yesterday?”

“It was very cute.”

“Cute? Which part exactly? When I yelled at you to kiss me or when I swore to kill whoever dares to go close to you?”

“Exactly.” he smirked. “I will wait for you, get ready for our date. An hour? Is that enough?”

“Okay. An hour.” he nodded and turned to leave.

You stood there, stunned when a voice behind you made you jump.

“How romantic!”

“Myrtle!”

“You have a date! Go get ready!” she yelled and you listened.

You got ready relatively quickly.

You debated not going, then you decided to give it a try and go.

Then, as you waited by the gates you were prepared for Mattheo not showing up.

Maybe this was his way of repaying you for embarrassing him?

But, he did show up. He did take you out to eat and drink and you did have a good time.

He did walk you back to your dorm and placed a small kiss on your cheek as a goodbye.

He did all that.

And if you only knew it would take a small amount of love potion for you to finally be with him, you would have eaten that piece of chocolate a long time ago.

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ebodebo · 5 months

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summary: basically ghost and the reader are in a no-strings-attached, friends-with-benefits, type of situation, but the reader wants it to be a real relationship. ghost says no and the reader is like okay that's fine byeeee and the reader flirts with a guy at a bar and ghost gets just a little bit jealous.

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x f!reader

a/n: listen, i know..tale as old as time, but if it ain't broke don't fix it! also this is longer than i intended it to be, but i hope you like it regardless! anyways, feel free to send asks!

word count: 2.3k+

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Bang Bang Bar

Ghost and you were laying in his bed, your leg draped over his, as you drew circles with your pointer finger on his bare chest.

"What're you thinkin' about?" He uttered, his voice sounding deep and grave. "Nothing." You quickly reply. He cocks his brow at your hasty reply and wraps his hands around your waist, and pulls you onto him, so you are straddling his torso.

"What's goin' on?" He asks softly.

You tug your bottom lip with your top teeth. "I was thinking.." You pause before continuing. "I don't want to do this anymore."

He tilts his head slightly. "Do what?"

"This." You gesture to both of your naked bodies. "Well..wait..not the sex part. I want to do that again." Ghost lets out a gruff laugh. "I mean, I don't want it to be casual." You declare in an earnest tone. "I want us to be a thing."

"We agreed on-" Ghost begins.

"I know what we agreed on." You breathe out. "I was just kind of hoping the sentients have changed?" Your curious eyes stare at him.

He lets out a breath before talking. "I told you. I don't date." Ghost says.

"I know, but don't all guys say that?" You remark.

"I'm serious. I don't."

"Even if-."

"No." He interrupts, his voice sounding rougher than usual. "I don't date." He continues. "This is all I can offer you."

You stare at him briefly before slowly scooting yourself off his torso and moving to get off the bed, grabbing your clothes that lay on the floor. "I understand that you don't want a relationship." You slide your jeans on. "But, I can't keep pretending that’s what I want too."

You reach for your shoes and begin putting them on. As you look up, Ghost's gaze meets yours. "What?" You question. He shakes his head and diverts his attention from you.

Once you slide your shoes on, you walk over to the door and say goodbye to Ghost and to that mess of a situation.

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It had been about a week since you had essentially ended your "situation-thing" with Ghost. Not seeing him often felt weird, but you knew you couldn't keep pretending you didn't have genuine feelings for him.

You were in the break room, preparing a fresh cup of coffee.

"Jesus. You're the reason we never have any sugar." Gaz scrutinizes as he strolls over to you.

"Don't be mean, Gaz." You laugh as his eyes widen at the six empty sugar packets beside your cup.

"I'm being honest." His eyes continue to stare at the packets. "That is an insane amount of sugar."

"I've seen how much creamer you put in yours." You raise your brow. He throws his hands up. "You got me there." You smile and stir your coffee.

"Also, the guys and I are going to that bar downtown tonight. Would you want to come?" He questions as he grabs a mug from the cabinet above your head.

"The one with the stupid name?" You giggle as you take a sip of the hot liquid.

He rolls his eyes. "Hey, take that back. It is not stupid." He states, his face plastered with seriousness.

"For Godsake, it's called Bang Bang Bar." You cackle as you continue. "It sounds like a strip club, not a bar."

"Will you please just come? I hate going with Soap and Ghost alone." He grabs the coffee and fills up his mug. "Soap makes fun of me for my drink order, and Ghost makes no effort to stop him."

You pause your drinking, trying not to sound too intrigued. "Ghost is going?" Gaz walks over to the fridge and grabs the creamer. "Ya." You chew your lip, trying to ease your thoughts. "What about Price?" You try to change subjects. "No. Price said he had paperwork to do. I swear that man is a workaholic." You smile.

You were going to say no to his offer, but you decided you needed to get out of your head, even if it's just for a bit. "I suppose I can grace you boys with my presence." He chuckles as he pours his creamer.

"Don't be too flattered. I want to see you in that short black dress you wear." He jokes. You lightly hit his bicep causing him to spill some creamer. "Hey, You made me spill creamer." He dramatically whines.

"You didn't need it all anyways." You cheekily smile as you grab your mug and head towards the door, leaving Gaz to clean up the spilled creamer.

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You felt the cold air brush your legs, lifting your dress slightly as you stepped outside of your car to head towards the bar. You walked down the paved sidewalk and eventually saw the flashy sign with the bar's name in the middle. You rolled your eyes as you pushed the door open.

The bar was more packed than usual, but after scanning the area for a minute, you spotted Gaz, flailing his arms at you. You stepped through a cluster of people and made your way to the guys, Ghost nowhere to be seen.

"Hey." Gaz and Soap say simultaneously as you sit next to Gaz in the booth. You can't explain why but you feel disappointed that Ghost isn't there. You shouldn't, but you do.

"What do you want to drink?" Soap questions, breaking your train of thought. "Uh..just a beer is fine. Thanks." You lightly smile.

After Soap grabs you a beer, you all make light conversation. Although, you mind still wonders where Ghost is. Your question is answered shortly as you see him enter through the front door and wander to your booth. Your eyes lock briefly before he directs his attention to Soap and Gaz.

"Glad you could make it." Gaz proclaims, and Soap pats Ghost on the shoulder. "Hey, Ghost." You mutter to Ghost. He looks over at you and nods to you.

The light conversation continues, mostly between Soap and Gaz. You are trying your best not to look at Ghost, and you sense he is doing the same. You feel awkwardness wash over you for the millionth time that week. "I'll be right back." You say as you stand up from the booth heading towards the bar.

You order yourself another drink, something to ease the nerves running through your veins. "Nice choice." You hear a male voice approach you. You look up to see an attractive man standing near you. "Mind if I sit?" You nod to him. "So, why is someone as pretty as you sitting by yourself?" You lightly laugh at his corny line. "I'm here with friends." You reach for your drink.

"Oh. Sad to hear that." He whispers. "Why's that?" You cock your head. "I suppose you can't leave your friends for too long. I would like to continue this." He smiles. "They can keep themselves company for a bit." You smile back, bringing your drink to your lips.

You chat with the mystery man for a little bit, after texting Gaz, telling him you were, in fact, not kidnapped and just chatting with a guy. During the conversation, you realize you both have things in common, and it doesn't hurt he's pretty nice to look at.

As you were talking, laughing, and shamelessly flirting with the man, he noticed a strand of your hair fall in front of your eyes. He gently raised his hand to brush the strand out of your face. Your face pinkens at his actions. "You are so beautiful." He whispers.

Although he was spewing such kind words, your attention drifts to your phone. A new message has popped up. It's from Ghost.

Ghost: Come outside.

"I'm sorry. Could you excuse me for a second?" You quickly ask. "Sure. I'll be here." You stand up from the bar and reach the front door, pushing it open.

You are immediately met with the cold air. You don't see him right when you step out, so you go around the corner to the little alleyway and see him leaning against the brick of the building, smoking. "What's going on?" You question as you prop yourself on the same wall.

He remains silent. His eyes wander down your body, taking in the tight dress that hugs your figure. "Ghost." He snaps his head up to meet your eyes.

"He's not your usual type." He mutters. You give him a confused expression. "What?" You say as your head tilts to the side. "That guy at the bar." He takes a puff of his cigarette. "He's not what you usually go for."

"Why do you care?" You accuse. "I don't." He insists. "Then why are you so interested in my boyfriend?" Ghost's head instantaneously lifts, his eyes narrowing. "Boyfriend?" You stare back at him. "No. I was just...I don't know why I said that." He releases a deep breath. "Thank Christ." He takes a final drag of the cigarette before throwing it on the ground.

Now, you are the one narrowing your eyes at him. "Why do you say that?" Your eyes widen. "Were you jealous?"

"No." He speedily says.

"I think you were."

"I was not jealous."

"Fine then. Since you have nothing important to talk about, I think I'll just go back-" He instantly grabs your waist and guides you onto the wall so his body is pressing against yours. Your breath hitches at his actions.

You both stand there in silence, your breathing becoming increasingly faster. "What are you doing?" You finally whisper.

He remains silent and positions his face closer to you so your lips are only mere inches away. He sees the heat flicker between your eyes and roughly presses his lips into yours as one of his hands comes to grasp your hair, which elicits a moan from you, causing him to groan.

His other hand slips to cup your ass, pressing your body closer to his so you feel his hardening cock. You pull back slightly, and his mouth instantly connects with your neck. "Tell me." You mumble through breaths. "Tell you what?" He mutters into your neck as he leaves sloppy, wet kisses on you. "Tell me you were jealous." You finally say.

"Of course, I was fucking jealous." He grits, as he drags his tongue across your jaw. "So, you only want me when someone else does?" You whisper. He quickly drops both of his hands and steps away. "Is that what you think?" You shift nervously. "What else am I supposed to think? I mean, you haven't talked to me in a week, and the one time you do is because I was with another guy."

"I thought.." He wipes his hand across his face. "I thought you deserved better than me. That's why I said no." He confesses. "You're fucking perfect. Too perfect for me." He whispers. "It killed me not to talk to you, but I just thought it would.." You step closer to him. "Thought it would what?" He looks up at you. "I thought it would force me to get over you."

"Did it work?" You murmur. "No." He says. "I could never get over you." Sincerity coated his voice. You step towards him and gently grab his hand. "Sorry, I'm just a fucking idiot." He pauses as he rubs the palm of your hand with his finger. "I understand if you don't want-" You catch him by surprise when you smash your lips onto his, your fingers thread through his light hair, slightly tugging on it.

"I'll forgive your idiocy.." You pant in between kisses. "If you make me come.."

"I've made you come five times in one night. This is no.."

"Out here."

His eyes slightly widen as he brings one of his hands to tug on your hair, causing a quiet moan to escape. "You minx." He replies.

In hindsight, this was quite a secluded alleyway, but it was still out in the open, meaning if anyone decided to turn the corner, they would see you both.

Ghost brings his hand, which isn't in your hair, to your breast, gently massaging and palming it, causing you to whine into his mouth. He slipped his other hand under your short dress so that he could graze your wet cunt through your underwear.

You rocked yourself on his fingers, seeking more friction. "More." You plead. "Ya?" He questions, his voice dripping with arousal. You nod your head quickly as he slips one finger under your panties. "Better.." He connects his lips with yours as he pushes a single finger into you. "Christ, you're so fuckin' tight.." He whispers into your mouth.

"I can't fit anymore." You moan as he begins sliding his middle finger into you.

"We'll make em' fit." He manages to fit the two fingers in you and begins pumping in and out of you. "Fuck, Ghost." You whimper, as he grazes your clit. "You feel so fuckin' good, baby.." He grunts out as his fingers move in and out, faster and faster.

You can feel yourself tightening, signaling your peak nearing. "Ghost...I...Fuck I'm so close." He drags his other hand up your dress so he can graze your bare nipple. "I can feel you tightening..." He slightly rolls your nipple in between his fingers. "Come." He commands.

That one motion causes you to climax. Your legs are shaking, and your pulse is racing. He holds you up by your waist until your orgasm subsides.

He cheekily smiles as he brings his fingers covered in your arousal to his mouth and sucks them clean. "Am I forgiven now?"

"I guess.." You continue. "Although I feel like it took you a little long to get me to come.." He chuckles. "Next time, I'll get three in you."

You laugh as you check your phone. "Fuck. The guys called me so many times. They must think something bad happened. We should probably leave." Ghost nods as you both walk down the alleyway.

"You think we should tell em'." Ghost chirps.

"Tell them what?" You question.

"That we're a thing now." He turns his head to face you as his lip curves slightly.

"Are we? Since when?” You cock your head.

"Since now." He grabs your hand and interlocks your fingers as you turn the corner out of the alleyway.

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also let's pretend mystery bar guy found a nice lady and they lived happily ever after in alaska or something.

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whatthefishh · 2 years

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Hunger of the Pine

Marc Spector x F!Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+, swearing, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, idk what else to even say this is my first fic and first time writing smut please don’t read if you don’t like it? But also please read it and enjoy?

Word count: 5k

Summary: basically you fall in love with Marc while casually sleeping together because duh. How could you not. I based the story off this Alt-J song because I absolutely love them, hence the title. Ok thanks byeeee

Sleeplessly embracing

Butterflies and needles

Line my seamed-up join

Encased in case I need it

In my stomach, for my heart

Chain mail

Hunger of the Pine

Sleeplessly embracing (you)

Yawn yearns into me

Plenty more tears in the sea

He left again. Marc left you yesterday after a particularly intense session and it left both your heart and nether regions aching. His chest to your back, cock hitting something brutal inside you, and one hand wrapped around your torso to reach your neck. He kept whispering filthy words into your ear, knowing what would get you closer to finishing. “Let them hear you, let everyone hear what a good girl you are for me. You’re taking me so well, baby.” You shudder and come back to the present. You don’t know where he goes when he disappears on you, sometimes it’s for a couple weeks at a time, but he always messages you when he’s ready for some company. You try not to let it bother you that he refuses to give you any more of himself. You find yourself reaching across the bed anyway, touching the cold pillow as if he left a trace. It aches- but you shove it down and convince yourself you don’t feel it. You can’t. You shouldn’t.

There’s plenty of potential suitors who would give you every part of themselves, offering you a real relationship. Then WHY are you stuck thinking of Marc? The butterflies you get when you have flashbacks of his hands grazing your thigh the first night you met border on anxiety-inducing somersaults in your gut. How easily he’d won you over then; how naive you were thinking it would be a fun one-off with the too-handsome-to-be-true guy giving you the eyes across the room.

Sighing, you turn on your other side to try and get comfortable, reminding yourself if he doesn’t care to tell you his whereabouts that you shouldn’t care where he bothers to go. Go back to building the walls up around your heart, before Marc Spector wormed his way in with heated glances and calloused hands. God, you’re pining.

And so you finally use it

Bedding with me you see at night

Your heart wears knight armour

Hunger of the pine

Sleeplessly, Embracing, You

Closing your eyes, you imagine the few times he has stayed; held you close to him in the afterglow, satisfied humming, arm wrapped around your middle, kissed the skin beneath your ear almost affectionately. You can almost feel it, him sleepily embracing you. Pretend you feel the warmth of his body. You’re pining again.

Realization grew on me

As quickly as it takes your hand

To warm the cold side of the pillow

I'm there for you, be there for me

I’ll hum the song the soldiers sing

Does he see the sad, pathetic look in your eyes while you watch him get dressed? You think he does, and is just doing you a kindness by not mentioning it. Sometimes you swear it seems like he doesn’t even want to leave the comfort of your arms but he sighs dejectedly and does so anyway.

You’re lying about being comfortable with your arrangement. Why was it that you were so compatible with the one guy who’s emotionally unavailable? Typical of you. The second time you two fucked in the bathroom of the bar went out together he told you, rather harshly, that he didn’t want a relationship, that he was damaged from his last one, and that he’s sorry. He looked it, too. Or maybe that was wishful thinking on your part. Regardless, when Marc gave you the option of staying casual with him, you said yes- somewhat eagerly, in retrospect. Although your heart dropped at his admission, you wanted to keep any sort of connection to him. The physical chemistry was dizzying and addictive since that first night.

Fast forward to yesterday, he mumbled something about having a train to catch in the morning, leaving you in bed, trying to imagine the body heat he left behind to catch some semblance of rest before the start of your week. You don’t know how long you’ve been tossing and turning. Time gets weird when you let yourself overthink like this. You think you’re going to have to say something the next time you see him. You can’t look at his pretty face, strong jaw and swollen lips, deep brown eyes staring down at you while he thrusts-

You’re getting off track. No, you're definitely going to have to say something. You can’t stay quiet next time. You’re just going to come out and say it, say that the arrangement isn’t working for you, that you want more or it has to end. Your sister keeps trying to set you up with her husband’s friends and you can’t keep blowing her off for… whatever this is. Maybe you’ll actually go on a date. Maybe it’ll go well. Maybe you’ll even go back to his place, where he probably won’t know your body the way Marc does, but maybe it’ll be okay. Maybe-

A knock sounds at the door. Who could possibly be at your door at this hour? Your heart rate jumps at the thought of someone breaking in, overpowering you in your barely there pajamas. As you quickly look around for some sort of makeshift weapon to fight the intruder off with, a second knock follows, this time more urgently. Throwing off your covers, you quickly reach for your umbrella and quietly peer into the peephole to see if you can make out who’s at the door.

Your breathing quickens and heart rate jumps at the sight of Marc on the other side of your door, running his hand through his unruly curls.

You wrench the door open before he knocks for a third time and wakes up your neighbours and you catch him with his fist midair before he drops it. You stare at each other, waiting for the other to speak first. What the fuck is he doing here, at this time, without texting you first?

Giving Marc a quick scan and then checking the hallway in case anyone woke up from your unexpected guest, you swiftly pull him inside your apartment and shut the door.

“What are you doing here?” You ask with more acid in your tone than you probably meant to show.

“Hello to you, too, sweetheart… Why are you holding an umbrella?” He shoots right back.

Looking down you realize you’re still holding on to the umbrella like a baseball bat, ready to attack your midnight guest. You quickly put it back behind the door, not missing the way Marc was trying to hold back his snickers.

“You didn’t answer my question, Marc. What do you want?” His eyebrows shoot up at your tone. You realize you’re being rude but you’re tired and he is entirely too comfortable dropping by your place really late with no heads up.

“What’s with the attitude?” He spits back at you. “Have I done something? I was in the area and thinking of you so I thought I’d come see you.” Even though you knew that he wasn’t going to be the one to move this situationship to the next level, a small part of you was holding out hope for him to say literally anything that would let you believe that.

The air grew tense, an uncomfortable feeling settling in the pit of your stomach at the thought of ruining whatever you had going with him. Get your shit together, you said you’d say something the next time you saw him. Well? Now or never!

“That's kind of the problem, Marc.” You sigh exasperatedly, forcing the words to come out. “You haven’t really done anything.” He looks just as annoyed and confused as before you spoke, brows furrowing as he focuses on your words. Evidently not being able to catch on, he motions with his hand for you to elaborate, to which you sigh even heavier. Maybe if you don’t look directly at him it’ll be easier so instead you focus on his socks.

Socks? This fucker took his shoes off already, ready to stay?

Squaring your shoulders and looking him in the eye, you muster up your frustrations with this man to finally voice them. Deep breath. You got this, you tell yourself. “I… I know I said I was okay with what we have, I know you told me from the start how it had to be but I don’t think I can handle it anymore. I’ve been trying to ignore it and I can’t keep going on like this. I want more, Marc. Fuck, I-I don’t know anything about your life, I’ve never even been to your apartment, you never tell me where you go, and I want you to want to tell me. I want you to want more with me, too. Don’t pretend you couldn’t tell, and don’t look at me like that!” You were progressively getting louder through your little outburst and by the end you needed to take in a deep breath at the effort it took from you.

He doesn’t say anything for a minute, just breathing through his nose heavily. His eyes bounced back and forth between your face, your legs, and the mirror hung on the wall behind you. You start getting irritated by his lack of response and huff impatiently.

“Please just go, Marc, you don’t have to say anything.” With your head down, you attempt to walk by him back to your bedroom but he grabs your arm before you get past him and pulls you to face him.

Une immense espérance a traversé la terre

Une immense espérance a traversé ma peur

(An immense hope has crossed over the earth

An immense hope has crossed over my fear)

“I’m not…good. At any of this.” he grits out with his hand still wrapped around your forearm. “I told you that at the beginning of this because I’m not good for you, I’m no good at relationships. They never fuckin’ work because I am just not…good enough. I’ll only end up making you unhappy.” Marc has never been this vulnerable in front of you before and by the tension in his jaw and shoulders, and sweaty grip on your arm, you know it wasn’t easy. Your heart breaks a little at his confession, hope still fighting its way up your chest into your throat and before you even realize it, you’re holding his face in your hands, his own landing on your waist.

“Marc you absolute shit head.” You huff out with a small smile on your lips. His eyes shift to the mirror behind you again before quickly shifting back to you. Does he know he's pouting? “Why on earth would you think you’re not good? I’d like to make that judgment for myself, thanks.” You try to laugh lightly to ease his tension.

“What if it’s terrible? What if I hurt you, what if we fight all the time, what if- listen I can’t have you hating me.” He rushes it all out, concern etching his features, clearly having thought about it before.

“What if it’s good? What if it’s so good, Marc, what if you’re not as terrible as you think?” you throw back at him, challenging his insecurities. The hope that was itching in your throat is out there now, enveloping you both in its clutches like a warm embrace. ��Besides, even if we do fight, at least we know the make up sex will be good.” With that being said, his gaze darkens and the heat from his hands on your waist burns through your clothes, fingers squeezing you in their path to your hips.

“Oh, will it now? You’re sure of it?” He jumps at the opportunity to tease you, and before you have a chance to retort, backs you into the wall behind you to capture your lips in a searing kiss, tongues fighting for dominance. The kiss steals your breath, and maybe you’re imagining it, but you feel reassured by it, like he’s admitting what he can’t say out loud through his tongue. When you pull away breathlessly, you’re both sporting goofy smiles, your foreheads touching; a core memory forming.

Dragging your hands down to intertwine with his, you slowly walk him backwards to your bedroom. This air feels different, heavy, almost cottony as the both of you stay quiet, for fear of breaking the spell. Never have you both been so emotionally honest with each other and so gentle, it renders you shy.

Foreheads still near, eyelids sitting heavy, he guides you to sit on the edge of the bed while he stands, looking down at you. You think you know what he wants, he usually wants your mouth on him to start, says you look the prettiest with your lips wrapped around his cock. But no… he drops to his knees for you, hands caging you in on the bed. So things might be going a little differently but you roll with it.

Taking the sight of him in, he looks entirely too good for such a late hour, skin flawless, a barely there scruff coming in, a couple of stray curls coming down on his forehead and those deep eyes staring at you through his lashes with the bottom whites of his eyes showing.

You look so pretty kneeling for me.

He sniffs out a laugh and you realize belatedly that you said that last bit out loud, heat rising to your face.

You lean forward to kiss him again, this time slower, his lips moving expertly on yours. He deepens it, asking permission with his hot tongue to explore your mouth, eliciting a high pitched whimper from you. At the sound you make, Marc pulls back and smirks at you, then moves his mouth to your jaw and continues kissing his way down your neck, biting softly at your collarbone. Your chest is heaving already. The air was already stifling and now? Now you’re burning up from the inside.

“Why is this still on?” he asks, tugging upwards on your sleeping top to remove it. It gets tossed into the darkness of your bedroom. You shiver at the slight chill in the apartment, and he watches in fascination as your nipples harden right at his eye level. Looking up into your eyes he moves forward, capturing one of the hardened peaks in his warm mouth, groaning with his mouth full as he palmed the other one.

As much as you wanted to maintain eye contact you couldn’t help but toss your head back at the feeling. He quickly moved on to the other breast and bit down on it to get you to look at him again, pulling a soft moan from you. Looking back down at him, he released you and moved his hands to your hips, fingering the elastic of your underwear, silently asking for permission with his eyes to remove them. This was a completely new side to him, since you only ever knew the Marc who took what he wanted from you and made you beg for it at the same time.

Pulling your bottoms off of your legs, you sat there completely bare in front of him, both physically and emotionally for the first time. Marc started to kiss up your legs, starting from the crease in your knees moving towards your apex. He shouldered his way in between your knees so that you couldn’t shut them once he was settled in and held you in place with one hand on your hip. You were still a little sore from your activities yesterday, and trembling slightly at his almost reverent touches.

“You’re shaking, baby. Is this okay?” He squeezes your hip reassuringly. Afraid to open your mouth at the risk of nothing coherent coming out, you just nod your head dumbly with your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth. “You can tell me when you want me to stop or if it gets too much.”

Again you’re shocked at the affection in his eyes and touch, but it’s by no means hesitant. Like looking at him through a different filter, with the same burning intensity. Your eyes shut as he lowers his head to your sternum and kisses down the middle of your torso, until he reaches your core, but surprises you by completely bypassing it and moving on to the tops of your thighs. His teasing nature has clearly returned, wanting to push you to beg for him.

“Marc…” you sigh breathlessly. He looks up at you with a small smirk on his lips. “Please, Marc.” You say again, in the hopes that it’s enough. You don’t even know if you can get the words out, he’s barely touched you and you’re both breathing heavily. There’s a white noise in the back of your mind as your focus pinpoints on both of your sounds.

While maintaining eye contact, he drags his mouth along your inner thigh until he’s breathing on your slick folds and finally, finally, licks a long stripe up. His hand is still gripping your hip tightly, holding you in place and you’re glad he is because you feel boneless, like you could slip right through his fingers to join him on the floor.

“Fuck,” you whimper as he licks another stripe into you, slowing to catch your clit between his lips to suck on. You flop onto your back right when Marc brings his other hand to insert two fingers into your entrance, curling them upwards to hit that patch of nerves. Back arching, you grab on to his hair to anchor yourself with one hand and the other bunches the bed sheets by your side.

He’s too good at this for your sanity. The hand not occupied with his hair slaps over your mouth to try and hide how far gone you already are for him. It won’t take you long it seems, you just need a little more.

“P-please don’t stop pleasedontstopplease-“ you say, muffled from between your fingers. He continues to lap at your clit while leisurely fingering you and curling his fingers up.

“Let me hear you then, or I will,” he taunts you, then goes back to flicking his tongue even faster on your clit. Moving your hand off your face, your whines are now loud enough for him to hum into your mound happily.

“Ohhhh fffuckk, Marc!” Your sounds keep rising in volume as he finally picks up the pace of his fingers and before either of you are ready for it, you’re coming all over his fingers and tongue. Back arched, hand still in his hair, you’re dissolving into the mattress with a broken cry. You can hear his fingers squelching into you as he continues to pleasure you through your release and your hands come up to cover your face as your lungs try to catch up.

Peeking through your hands you watch as he finally pulls his fingers out and unceremoniously sticks them in his mouth, humming when he tastes you. While you’re still trying to gather your senses, Marc stands up smugly and starts undressing. You take that as your cue to sit up and unbuckle his pants so you can return the favour but his hands catch yours after removing his sweater.

“No, pretty girl, not tonight.” His hand cups your jaw so you’re looking up to him, your hands resting on his hips. “Tonight is about you.” Your heart flutters at his words and you know it’s written all over your face. Keeping your eyes trained on his, you pull his pants off him but he pays it no mind, just pulls on your bottom lip with his thumb and then smiles to himself.

He leans down to crawl over you and you go with him, both of you shuffling up the bed to get situated in the middle, faces inches apart. Marc kisses you again and you taste yourself on him. He continues kissing his way down your neck, biting and sucking on the tendons flexing there. He lifts his head when you make a sound in the back of your throat and then he’s staring at you expectantly, so you try to slowly turn to your usual position, shifting to your hands and knees but again he stops you, and pulls you back before you move.

You feel like you’re out of your depth, here with him, the scenario playing out very differently than what you thought. You’ve always had a very expressive face so you know he sees your confusion and kisses you hotly while pushing down on your sternum signaling for you to lay back.

“Tonight I want to look at you, if that’s okay?” He says quietly but still very much in control. You nod with your noses rubbing, never having experienced this type of intimacy before. Marc may not be the most vocal man when it comes to being vulnerable about his feelings but it’s showing through his subtle words and warming your heart.

His hands come to either side of your head, caging you in and he reaches forward to capture your lips in another deep, toe curling kiss. Your hands are exploring his shoulders, neck and chest freely, caresses full of love this time and not just lust. His smell and weight overwhelm you in the best way possible. All your senses are just picking up Marc, Marc, Marc. Your hand comes to rest on his face, rubbing his cheekbone with your thumb as you part for air, and your legs fall open on either side of his hips.

Gripping his cock in one hand, he rubs the tip through your heat, moving smoothly through your soaked folds to spread your arousal all over. Moaning his name, you press your face into his bicep and tug on the hair at the nape of his neck. He wordlessly positions himself at your entrance but waits there with the tip lodged right where you need him.

“I know, baby, I know. I want to hear you say it though, can you ask me nicely?” He purred, nudging your face with his prominent nose.

“Please, I need you. Please!” You manage to spit out, canting your hips up so as to tempt him to just take you. The feeling of him barely starting to push in was driving you insane with arousal, you felt as though you were dripping on to the sheets.

“Please what, baby? What do you need?” How he has self restraint right now you don’t know, but you try to appease him anyway even with your brain short circuiting.

“I need you inside me, I want to feel all of you!”

Finally, Marc pushes in the rest of the way but takes his time with it, making sure to watch your face crumple around a high pitched keen as he does so.

“That’s my fu-fucking good girl, look at that. Does that feel better?” He asks before dragging himself out to the tip, and on his hard thrust back in, decides to mock you further, “How about now? Better, baby?”

Marc begins with a slow pace, making sure to pull out slowly only to thrust back in hard and deep, breathing hard against the shell of your ear. You can’t answer him but your noises are involuntary, more pronounced when he grinds into you. He pushes his face into your neck and keeps the mind numbing pace, occasionally whispering sweet but filthy things to you.

“Pretty baby, letting me take her apart, m-my baby, so wet for me, so good to me.” Your chorus of whimpers kept growing, until he kissed you so tenderly while grabbing your hands from where they were purchased around his back to intertwine them by your head, caging you in. He kept pushing, going impossibly deeper, and the air shifted, became suffocating in the best way possible, oxygen scarce as his eyes locked on yours.

Something in you snaps, and your back bows into his chest. Marc continues to fuck you through the spasms as you fall off the edge he’s been pushing you towards, crying out with his name on your tongue.

There’s a flood between your legs, you know it because you can hear it and he’s sliding in your oversensitive pussy so easily now.

“You look so good coming for me, I wanna watch it again. Please?” He licks from your throat to your ear to sweeten the request, shifts your legs over his forearms planted next to your waist now so you’re fully spread out for him to see. “Can you give me one more? I think you can, you’re so good for me.”

You don’t even get a chance to come down and he’s building you back up again. His words aren’t helping but he doesn’t seem like he’s in control of them either at this point. Looking down you can see where he’s spearing into you, going faster now but just as deep as before and the sight makes you whine in the back of your throat.

He groans as he looks at where you’re joined, a pained noise that makes him drive harder into you. You struggle to anchor yourself so you settle for his arms and dig your nails in, too far gone to care if you draw blood.

“I c-can’t, Marc” you’re stuttering with the words, “it’s too much, I can’t” is all you can manage. He’s eyes become softer while he shakes his head at you.

“You can take it, take it for me, yes you can, pretty girl” he pleads, eyes imploring. “My girl, right? You’re mine?” He’s asking you for affirmation and you know it’s about more than just this moment. So you nod. Cockdumb or not you’re nodding in agreement so he knows you’re in this with him, trusting him to take care of you in more ways than one. He knows how, he’ll take you there, and he kisses you like a vow.

You’re on fire, veins ignited and something devastating is building inside you again. The concept of time is escaping you. His lips are smoldering against yours, and he swallows your moans while delving his tongue into your mouth. You feel like he’s slowly peeling you apart and piecing you back together at the same time; like the glue he’s using is actually made of lighter fuel and he’s just fueling the fire lit deep within you. You break apart gasping for air as his cock punches mercilessly into your core, hitting the area that makes your vision spotty.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, moaning uncontrollably and Marc knows you’re close. He lifts your leg to wrap around his hip and settles his hand on your lower stomach and presses, thumb reaching for your clit to pluck at it with no hesitation.

This is it, you think. This is how you’re gonna go out, screaming around Marc’s cock because he fucked you too hard into your mattress. Your vision whites out, blood rushing past your ears deafening you, and your muscles tense up as you come harder than before.

You’re clenching too hard around Marc for him to move for a few seconds so he sits there letting you milk him, arousal rushing out of you like a downpour. “God, you’re perfect, such a good girl coming for me so hard, that’s right,” as he brushes your hair out of your face. You’ve stopped convulsing enough for him to start up again, but your whimpers from him thrusting into your overstimulated pussy have him speaking again. “I know, I know, almost there, please baby.”

His pace becomes irregular, sinking deep inside you as you drag your fingernails down his back, tears leaking out of your eyes. How is your orgasm dragging out this long?

“Ahhh, f-fuck, you’re so- fuuuuuck I’m gonna come, I-” He groans out into your neck, hips smacking loudly against yours and with a final thrust finishes, painting your insides with his release.

He flops down with his face still buried in your neck, and spent cock still inside you. Both of you are still breathing heavily and your brain feels like it needs a minute to restart, but it does supply you with the motivation to run your hands through his hair and down his back soothingly. You don’t know how long you two stay like that but he eventually starts lazily kissing your neck until he finds himself looking at you from above, and you share small, shy smiles, faces beaming. It feels like the sun has settled in your chest with how giddy you feel and Marc? Marc’s face reflects yours, that same happiness you never thought you’d be the cause of, his eyes cataloging the details of your face to memory.

You’re sickening, you think. This is the sappiest you’ve ever felt about someone and you don’t know how to act, especially as the last hour catches up to you. After a few more short but sweet kisses, he’s pulling out of you with a hiss and looking at the mess he made of you. You feel both of your spend leak out of you, feeling sweaty and achy all over. Before you can even say anything though, he’s pushing it back in with two fingers and roguishly asking you to keep it in for him. You nod blankly, as if you could deny him anything right now.

Marc settles in next to you on the bed and you turn to face each other, faces inches apart and limbs tangled together. You’re both sporting the same, goofy, shy smiles and settling in to sleep.

“Will you stay with me?” You softly ask, still hesitant to ask.

“‘Course… but I-“ he starts and stops again, and you try hard not to jump to conclusions of him finding an excuse to reject you.

He looks like he wants to continue, with his brow furrowed and eyes focused on your chin, mouth still open poised to speak. As your hand reaches up to smooth out his forehead, his eyes look back to yours, making him quickly spit out “Ihavesomethingtotellyou”.

“Anything. You can tell me anything, Marc” you reassure him, a tone of worry lacing your voice. His eyes look panicked for a second before rolling back into his head.

“It’s not his fault, love, he just likes you too much!” He said, a bit too loud for how close you two were, making you jump back a bit out of shock.

See, the voice came from Marc but it didn’t sound like him at all, with an unusual British accent and higher pitch than his regular voice.

“Oh s-sorry, love, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Steven.”

Was this all some fucked up dream you were having?

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Shattered Memories • Chapter XII: Sunflower Love • {Peter Parker x Stark!Reader}

Chapter Genre: FLUFFY (smut mentions) Chapter Warnings: (18+ MDNI) // very time jumpy (its a montage lmao), think of it as a transitional chapter into the next phase. Extra: I will be taking a little break (about a week) to catch up on requests that I have to do, and just to relax my brain a bit. I will be having a Q&A bit though, so stay tuned for that! Word Count: 5.6k

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For the next six months, life for you and Peter has been nothing but the best days of your lives.

Smooth sailing and life uninterrupted.

The day after your relationship reunion with Peter, you saw that you both were put into a discord server with all your friends in it. Celina had put it together the day after the Gala, but you two were so caught up in each other that you didn't get a chance to check your phones.

Gwen had video-called Peter and he woke up to the sound of his phone going off. When he answered, he hadn't realized it was one in the afternoon. You were knocked out next to him snoring softly and in a deep slumber.

"Hello?" He asked groggily while rubbing one eye and turning to lay on his side away from you to not disturb you.

"Dude???" Gwen asked. "Where have you been?! I know it's only been a day and a half but you haven't accepted the server request-...wait where are you?? That's not your bed. Wait, are you naked???"

Peter looked down at himself to double-check. "No, I have boxers on."

You woke up to the sound of Gwen's voice and rolled over snuggling into Peter and looking towards his phone while yawning and rubbing your eye. "Baby, come back to bed," You kissed his cheek and then laid your head on his while wrapping your arm around his waist. When your eyes adjusted you focused on the screen.

"Oh…!" You smiled tiredly. "G'morning, Gwen."

Gwen's face was a mixture of shock and something else. Peter couldn't tell he was too tired to really analyze. Considering the circumstances, she probably figured out what was happening and what had happened.

"Holy shit!" She exclaimed.

Peter smiled in response.

"You guys are together?! Like for real?!"

"We are. As of yesterday."

"Dude! Let's go!" Gwen cheered happily.

You giggled softly in response.

"Well, I'll let you guys go then, but I am gonna inform everyone. We were all kinda worried about you."

"Sorry about that," Peter said genuinely.

"Hey, kiss each other so I can screenshot it and send it to everyone."

Peter snorted and you kissed his cheek longingly enough for Gwen to catch the snapshot. Blush bloomed across his cheeks as he smiled in reflex.

"Thank you!" Gwen chimed. "Sweet dreams and other things I guess."

"Gwen, please-" Peter groaned as you giggled.

"Byeeee," and with that she hung up.

After that, life has been nothing but a dream for both of you.

Your headaches were gone and you found out with research and testing that when you were made to forget Peter, your senses did not, so whenever you tried to remember him it was a push of the godforsaken spell but and pull of your senses which caused intense pressure in your head because that's where both things affected most.

It was like a constant civil war between what you knew and what you felt. The spell and your senses having an endless wrestling match and your brain was the ring.

So when you both connected again, your senses went into overload, and didn't know what to do because it was stuck behind a spell. When you first kissed it broke the barrier for your senses to not feel trapped behind the spell. Your mind though, still couldn't completely remember him.

You continued having dreams about the faceless Peter, but you didn't mind when most days you woke up to his face next to yours.

Business was good too, especially when you started social media for yourself. You joined mostly because you helped make a social media app by Stark Industries funding an intern. You made your presence on Flutter (mostly), Twitter, and Instagram for business purposes. TikTok was left for Silk, much like how Peter had a YouTube Channel for Spiderman.

You had personal accounts on Flutter, Tumblr, and Discord too and you used the username "jarjarjarvis" or "binksbby" made from the nickname Flash Thompson gave you in high school to bully you (he called you "Jar Jar Jarvis" or "Jarvis Binks" or simply "Binks") but jokes on him, you enjoyed the names because you thought they were hilarious as a Star Wars fan. Your Alias name on those was Luna Jarvis. Luna comes from Laguna, which was your nickname from Morgan when she was five because she wanted matching nicknames with you (and your room had moon and star themes). Everything there worked out because you didn't have to think too hard for an alias name. You really only joined with personal accounts to keep in touch with your friends and connect with others of your interests without the fame of a Stark attached to it.

But what the world doesn't see from you is the gallery on your phone where your most cherished moments are. And many of those moments made their way into a new scrapbook that you started that was titled "Our Story II: Reunited". Inside of it were the many memories made from your phone pictures, Peter's photography camera, and a Polaroid you both brought everywhere to capture memories that you and Peter had been making in those six months.

You learned in those months how much of a romantic Peter could be. Dates were nothing but going all out despite his small budget. He knew ways to utilize his resources without going broke. You loved how intimate those dates were. But Peter wasn't the only one making dates though. You also took him out on dates too. It challenged you to stay within budget and not spoil the hell out of him like you wanted to (he wouldn't let you because, by all means, you tried). You two had a dynamite dynamic.

The seasons passed and you both accommodated them together. The autumn season, when you both reunited as a couple, was filled with red, orange, and gold colored walks in the park during your long lunch breaks and cafe trips after his classes. Hot tea and hot cocoa under heated blankets on the cooler days as you guys binge-watch movies, TV shows, or Celina's YouTube videos. When winter rolled around you went ice skating and built a snowman or had a snowball fight with Morgan in the front yard. Then you would have a hot (and sometimes steamy) shower and then cuddle up on the warm couch. You celebrated the holidays together and on New Year's, Celina and Ned hosted a party at their house with all of your friends.

Some dates included movies. It's one of the easiest ways to spend time together without spending much money. Sometimes it would be going to dinner and then the theater, other times it was a drive-in movie in your beloved convertible but most of the time it was in the comfort of Peter's apartment under blanket forts and surrounded by pizza boxes and other types of food. Sometimes it was Chinese food, Korean barbecue, Italian food, Indian food, or other foods from different cultures but most of the time it was Mexican food due to tacos and burritos fitting well with pizza for reasons you don't understand.

When you felt like hitting the town you guys would go to bookstores where you told Peter about your favorite books and introduced him to your mystery book boyfriend. And then comic stores where you both geeked over your favorite graphic novels, manga, and comic books. Sometimes you would buy something. This usually followed up with going to a music store where you would introduce each other to different bands and artists' music that you listen to. You would buy Vinyls while he would buy CDs (a plan you both put together for when you move in together in the future like you guys talked about doing).

Most notable is when he introduced you to Cigarettes After Sex and it was a life-changing moment.

"It's giving Lana Del Rey's brooding cousin meets The Neighbourhood," you commented which made Peter laugh.

The self-titled album became a common go-to for living room or office ballroom sessions with you two slow dancing in the evenings like the married couple that you hoped to be one day. In turn, you introduced him to Turnover and their album "Peripheral Vision" which he enjoyed a lot more than you thought he would. Afterward, you would go to a cafe to replenish your energy before walking hand in hand down the city's streets or in Central Park.

Other dates would be with your friends too. You once went to a cooking class with Harry and MJ and it ended with both guys stressed and having high blood pressure because you nearly set the place on fire and MJ nearly took her finger off with how aggressively she cut the vegetables. You all agreed to never do that again.

Another time you did a Pottery class with Miles and Gwen. You and Peter decided to make mugs for each other. You had fun for the most part but you didn't enjoy the feeling of clay on your hands and you tried to not show that you were squeamish about it. Peter made you a dark purplish blue mug with pastel purple clouds and silver stars around it and at the very bottom was a heart-shaped spider web which makes you smile every time you see it. You made him a mug with the darkest shade of blue you could find with stars and the millennium falcon, the death star, and a rogue one on it. You both used your mugs religiously.

Another double date was with Celina and Ned to a Botanical Garden. Celina would tell you all different facts about different flowers which made you all happy because of how excited she got to share her knowledge on them. When you got to the butterfly house, you didn't miss how the butterflies were very attracted to you and Peter due to your bug pheromones. Celina graciously took pictures of you two with several butterflies sitting on you.

You went to an arcade with Pavitr and Gayatri. It was a place where you paid one fee per person and you could play any of the games for the entire day and you guys ended up being there for five hours. You had an absolute blast, but you all were starving afterward which meant lots of food. Gayatri showed all of you an Indian restaurant that had food that tasted the most like the food back in India. You were over the moon with how good the food was.

Sometimes there were group dates with your entire friends group. One time you all went to an underground concert for a friend of Pav, Gwen, and Miles who's name is Hobie Brown. He was a guitarist in a band. He had dark skin, a very punk style, and wicks for hairstyle. Despite the stereotypes against punks, he proved that to be wrong because was one of the nicest people you have ever met. Other group dates included museum dates, roller skating at a roller rink, a full spa day, and that one time you bought everyone a weekend trip to Disney World.

On Halloween, there was a party at Harry's frat house and you and Peter dressed up as your hero personas as a joke. It was funny hearing how people spotted the "differences" between you and your hero alternate self. Like how someone said your ass is smaller than Silk's and that Peter is shorter than Spiderman, which you both found more hilarious than insulting.

Mentioning that, you guys even went on Spider Duo Dates as you both called them. Those consisted of patrolling together, volunteering together, and stargazing on the platform of the Avengers Tower. Spidey and Silk was a hot topic on social media because of the sightings of you two patrolling together again.

When money was low on his part but he was feeling rather romantic anyway, he would set up a picnic for you both. Sometimes it was on the beach, sometimes it was at a park, and other times it would be at the lake by your house. You would bring your red guitar on those days and sing to him softly as he rested his head on your lap looking up at you lovingly like you hung the moon and created the stars or something. If it were a later picnic you would cloud gaze that turned into star gazing into the night. If a tent was involved that usually meant you were in for an…extra sweet dessert.

Speaking of, you guys did that a lot in the beginning. It started off as a daily thing you guys did at the end of the day. You both knew it was the Pheromones and that you should slow down but he was insatiable you were insatiable and both of you together were thunderously insatiable.

You were smart about it though. You weren't completely delirious because of your senses bonding after so long of being apart. You took birth control, he wore a condom and you made sure any room (or tent) you were in was soundproof to the point where people would think you weren't in there.

You learned that Peter got off on pleasuring you. He's a giver by far and one of the things he likes to do is come visit you during your lunch hour and eat (you) there in your office (on the couch or the desk) as a way to treat you (and satisfy him).

It happened so much to the point where every time Peter walked into the building (in spider suit), Nika would roll her eyes so hard at him and he would shrug.

"You said it was your job to know things," he stated to her. "It's not my fault that you're so smart."

"Oh, Puh-lease," Nika said with another eye roll. "Don't start with me, Parker. The way you two leave that damn office beaming like idiots it doesn't take a genius to figure out that you two are doing something in there. You're lucky I'm the only one who suspects anything."

"If you weren't you would gaslight them, right?"

She squinted her blue eyes hard at him. "You're lucky I like you."

After a while, once your senses got used to you guys being together, your coupling became less frequent. It was down to three times a week, a healthy amount you think.

You really appreciated how your friend groups came together like a puzzle. Peter and Ned within the first month of reconnecting, instantly became best friends again. You became close with Gwen and MJ became close with Nika. Everyone got along so well and you all hung out whenever you could.

When your 22nd birthday rolled around, no one was surprised that this day was going to be your favorite birthday to celebrate. Peter wholeheartedly expected you to be theatrical that day.

Peter woke up before you and decided to make breakfast for you with Morgan. They had gotten pretty close and she began to see him as an older brother figure which brought you joy. You knew if Morgan approved of the guy you're with, then he's a keeper. She could be an annoying little shit at times, but she did genuinely care about your well-being.

Happy also lightened up on Peter and he almost sees him as a nephew or son now, which also relieved you from your worries there. Pepper liked Peter from the start so you had no issues there.

As to be expected you were a bit dramatic in the morning but not in a bad way, but in an amusing way. You blasted "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" by Whitney Houston which made Peter laugh and Morgan roll her eyes.

"She's awake," Morgan deadpanned.

You danced down the hallway wearing a cream off-white frilly lace silk robe, a red silk bonnet with white polka dots, a green feathery fur scarf thing you found at Party City, and red heart sunglasses on your nose. Your makeup was done and your toenails and fingernails were painted the same shade of red as your lips.

Peter and Morgan watched you the entire time as you danced your way down the first set of stairs and you shimmy your shoulders and pointed at Peter which made him chuckle. You then sat on the railing of the second flight of stairs and slid down. When you reached the bottom of the railing you posed with your leg straight up in the air revealing the black red-bottom strappy heels you were wearing as you stopped yourself before you ended up flying off the staircase railing.

Thank god, for spider powers.

"How vogue," FRIDAY stated and snapped a picture of you from a hologram.

"Thanks, FRIDAY," you replied.

You had a straight face the entire time.

Morgan gave you the most disgusted look. "You're honestly so lame and embarrassing," she said with a grimace. "And you look like a mushroom."

"Omg, thank you!" You smiled genuinely and bent your leg down and then swung your legs over to step off the railing. "I was going for a red and folklore-themed beginning of 'You Need to Calm Down' Taylor look. I think I did a good job, no?"

"You look like a dorkface."

"Listen here, peasant child," you lowered your glasses to look at Morgan. "Today is my birthday, my 22nd birthday, all I ask from you is to let me be my quirky lame ass older sister self for a whopping 24 hours and then you can go back to being a little buttheaded little sister all you want, m'kay?"

Morgan rolled her eyes and turned back to being Peter's little kitchen helper. "You're still lame."

"Thank you," you sang.

"You look adorable, princess," Peter smiled.

"Aww, thank you, princey," you walked over and kissed his cheek and he responded with a kiss on your temple. "Did you make breakfast for me?"

"Mhm," he hummed in a sing-song way. "So, if you would like to sit down, your Highness, so I can serve you your royal meal, that would be greatly appreciated." He took your hand and brought it to his lips as he gazed lovingly into your eyes.

The way your heart did backflips was unreal.

"Okay," you sang lovingly after an embarrassing giggle escaped you and you walked over to the island bar and sat down as Morgan made a noise of disgust.

Peter walked over and set down the plate in front of you as he stood behind you. "A stack of strawberry banana and chocolate chip pancakes, a three cheese omelet, and strawberry jam toast."

"Ooh, are you part of the meal?" You smirked asking lowly and lowered your glasses to meet his gaze.

"Mmm, I'm for later tonight." He smirked and as he leaned in and glanced at your lips with his bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

"Oh? I can't wait," you replied with a smile.

Your lips met for a long moment until you heard a cup being slammed down loudly next to you. You turn and see Maguna with her hand wrapped around said cup with an annoyed look on her face.

"Milk for the big birthday baby," she fake smiled and walked away.

Your eyes follow her with one side of your nose scrunched and a bombastic side-eye.

"Hey Maguna," you started. "Remember a few years ago you were dying to see me kiss someone so you tried to get me and the babysitter to kiss? Now when I'm in a committed relationship you wanna cry about it? Kinda sus, just saying."

Morgan hurried back into the room in a huff. "I was five!"

Peter looked at you with a confused look. "Really?"

"Yeah!" You scoffed in disbelief. "And he actually tried to kiss me!"

Peter did a dramatic scoff-gasp and put his hand on his chest exaggeratingly.

"I know right?!" You matched his energy. "Fired his ass right away."

"Good. I should've been the babysitter. Then it wouldn't be so hard would it?"

"Exactly, I wouldn't hesitate to kiss you," you smirk again.

Morgan walked out again while calling out "Mom! Laguna and Peter are being weird in front of me again!"

You pfffted and began eating your food.

You finished getting dressed as Peter showered.

You wore a white sparkly fringe mini dress with the strappy heels. Peter went for a white tee shirt to match and a pair of black jeans that had you staring at his ass more than you probably should have been, and red Converse shoes. You both wore matching blazers together. You spent the afternoon out with Peter getting lunch and eating at the park as you both made paper promise rings with an origami kit that he got and walked around town before going home and being met with a surprise party with your friends there. It was filled with karaoke, games, and watching your favorite movie. After that, it was time to open your gifts. You didn’t really ask or want much so they all pitched in to help Celina make you a beautiful versatile dress that was very TS folklore-inspired. You were over the moon and you went to put it on. Celina insisted that you had to do the whole look and so she decided to re-do your makeup as well. When she was finished you hurried down the stairs to show everyone who all agreed that it was amazing.

“You look so cute!” Cindy chimed. “Like a magical forest fairy.”

“Thank you, Cin,” You smiled.

“Still look like a dorkface,” Morgan smirked.

“You know what,” You said, crossing your arms and standing in contrapposto. “When your birthday comes around I’m setting your cake on fire and throwing it in the lake.”

She stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry at you and you responded by doing the same back.

Pepper sighed and rubbed her temple. “I can’t with you two.”

You smiled and looked around for Peter but you didn’t see him.

"Hey, where’s Peter?" You asked.

"I think he went outside," Celina commented, coming in from behind.

"Yeah, through the back," Gwen added with a thin-lipped smile.

All your friends looked at each other and nodded before looking back at you. You squinted at them all acting suspiciously.

“Girl,” Nika started. “Stop mentally investigating and go find your boyfriend.”

“Okay, okay, fine,” you smiled. “Thank you,” you sang before hurrying to the back door as you lifted the dress from the front in fear that you would dirty it.

You overheard your friends whisper and shuffle around with your enhanced hearing but you decided to ignore it. You walked out onto the back porch and looked around for your beloved boyfriend. You could sense him but you couldn’t see him.

"Peter?" You call out softly.

You felt his aura towards the greenhouse fairytale garden that you and Morgan worked on together a couple of years ago while you were still healing mentally. It was a way for you to bond and you guys work on it together every spring. It was meant to be a little escapism for anyone who needed it and you found yourself reading in there most times. Outside of the greenhouse garden was a gazebo that was decorated with fairy and globe lights around it and flowers of various pastel colors along the sides of it. It added a nice touch to it. You built it with your own two hands. You often sat there to play guitar and think.

You followed the flower pathway that led to the garden. You saw that the lights on the gazebo were on and in the center stood Peter wearing a maroon suit with a maroon T-shirt underneath and his stark specs on.

Oh God, you thought. He looks phenomenal.

He was pacing slightly but stopped when he sensed you and looked up at you. He looked at you with wide eyes as his eye traced over the dress and blushed. You could tell he wasn’t expecting you to come out dressed in a fairytale-like dress and it caught him off guard. You smiled big with a giggle and ran over to the gazebo. You walked up onto the wooden platform and walked over by your starstruck boyfriend.

“Hello there, handsome,” you smiled.

“Hey,” he breathed out before blinking rapidly. “You look…I…I promise I’m looking respectfully.”

You snorted. “Well. I’m not looking at you respectfully. That suit is doing wonders for you and even more wonders for me.”

The blush on his face bloomed as he smiled as his composure slowly started creeping back in. “You can take it off of me later.”

“Oh?” you smirked and put your arms on his shoulders. “Is that a promise?”

He put his hands on your waist and pulled you closer. “It is. And I keep my promises.”

“Most of them anyways,” you giggled. “I did have to come find you, no?”

“Okay, fair, but I did tell you everything,” He smiled with raised eyebrows.

“Okay, I’ll give you that,” you replied in a playful defeated tone.

You both chuckled softly and after a moment of silently admiring each other like it was the first time you saw each other, Peter cleared his throat.

“Will you dance with me?” He asked you.

“Always,” you smiled.

"Hey EDITH. Please, play the song."

You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and began dancing silently. He then twirled you and you giggled. You both danced around playfully and romantically around the gazebo before he pulled you back into him with your hands on his shoulders and his hands on your hips.

He smiled. "My barefoot princess.��

You had forgotten that you hurried out of the house before putting on your shoes. You knew if Morgan saw you like this she would have some witty shit to say to you about it.

"You missed your chance to say barefoot Cinderella," you replied with a playful tone.

"I'm not making a Hannah Montana reference," he grimaced with a smile.

You giggled and then you leaned your head on his shoulder and he kissed your head. "I love being your barefoot princess."

Your senses and heart were blooming and fluttering as you both danced and you couldn't help but get lost in your thoughts. You realize that if you were to ever have a wedding, you want it to be just as magical as this moment.

When the song ended, Peter pulled away for a moment.

“Um, I got you something.”

He reached into his pocket and walked behind you. You then felt him put something around your neck. You looked down to see a gold heart-shaped necklace with a sunflower on it. You looked at it with wide eyes as you felt him wrap his arms around your torso and lean his chin on your shoulder. You lift your hands to touch the golden heart and when you do, you open it to see a picture of you and Peter in it.

You pouted and looked at him with glossed-over eyes.

“Do you like it?” He asked. “I got the sunflower one because our senses are like sunflowers. Always facing their sun.”

“Yeah,” you replied softly. “I love it, Peter. So, so much.”

He smiled and kissed your cheek longingly.

About an hour later, Peter carried you inside bridal style so you wouldn’t dirty the floor from being outside in nature. He set you down on the counter of the bathroom, grabbed body-cleaning wipes from the cabinet and cleaned your feet for you. He then planted kisses on them. You watched him endearingly the entire time and he looked up at you with a smile.

“You’re so pretty,” he cooed.

Your face burned and you looked away from him shyly and you pressed your lips together to keep from smiling like an idiot and failing miserably. You both then went back down by your friends who teased both of you playfully. It was then time for everyone to leave and you and Peter ended the night in bliss.

The next day you were met with another gift. It was a heart-shaped box with star name tags with the words "from Peter" on it with a heart.

You opened the box and were met with

adoption papers for a kitten and a love letter from your beloved boyfriend.

Peter had gone and gotten you a rescue fluffy ragdoll kitten who was born on the day you climbed through Peter's window and reconnected.

You teared up and hugged the letter to your chest after reading it.

It was sitting in a room that was made into a cat room by your friends while you were out with Peter. The kitten was presented to you on a cat bed when you walked in.

"Hi little one," you cooed softly as the cat rubbed its head on your hand and began purring.

You spent the rest of the weekend playing with the bundle of fur, sending pictures in Discord, and telling Peter that he's the best boyfriend ever.

All in all, everything was perfect. You didn't feel that giant hole in your chest anymore, you got out more, your relationships were strong and overall you had a clearer mindset about everything. You still missed your dear old dad and you still had days when your mental health would decline, but for the most part, everything in your life was falling into place. It was like you were living in a contemporary age fairytale.

Until the universe decided it had other plans for you.

It was the monday after your birthday when you walked to the back of the Avengers building to go for a coffee run. Really you just needed out from your hovering board members who were bothering you about anything and everything. Your best bet was to escape through the employee parking garage.

Before you could go any further than the parking lot, your senses began tingling. You stopped and looked around before you saw your spider-boyfriend ease down on a web upside down. He was wearing the red and black spider suit you made for him, and it was honestly your favorite.

You smiled at him, "Spidey."

"Miss Stark," he replied.

"Fancy seeing you here in my employee parking lot," you crossed your arms and leaned back on the wall with one leg crossed over the other.

"I was in the neighborhood," he shrugged. "I figured I'd bring you lunch but you weren't in your office so I gave it to Nika to put it there for you. She told me where you'd be."

"Ah," you replied and tilted your head to the side and checked him out in his suit with your bottom lip pulled in between your teeth.

He smirked. "I saw you brought Dutchess Willow to work."

Dutchess Willow, or just Willow, is what you named your new kitten. She was in your office napping on the couch when you walked out.

"She's too cute to leave at home. Plus she keeps me sane."

"I'm glad," you could hear the smile in his voice.

"So what brings you here besides bringing me lunch hm?" You smirked. "I'm sure you didn't sense any danger in Mid-Manhattan all the way from Queens."

"Nah," he leaned his hand on the wall next to your head as if he were leaning you back on the wall. "Just you."

"Oh?" Your smile widened as you let out a giggle. "Am I distracting you from your hero duties, Spidey?"

"Just a bit," you could hear the smirk in his voice. "I have an idea of how that could be fixed."

"Do you now?"

He tapped the area where his lips would be and you laughed softly and bit your lip again. "You're cute."

"In this suit? I think I'm a little more than cute."

"Hot?" You pulled his mask halfway up his face. "Sexy, perhaps?" You moved your face closer to his. "Maybe…fuckable?"

"Ooh," he began with a smirk on his visible lips. "Can't say things like that while I'm in a suit this tight, princess."

"You have a guard there," you replied lowly.

"Yeah, that's part of the problem."

You both giggled and you leaned in and kissed his lips softly and he reciprocated. Your hands cradled his face and it felt strange because he was hanging upside down but the kiss was absolutely electrifying.

You guys pulled back for a moment looking at each other drunk from the kiss before he flipped himself to stand normally and pressed you against the wall while kissing you deeply and you invited his tongue to explore your mouth. Your leg instinctively went around his waist and he held it in his hand while his other arm leaned against the wall next to your head.

He grinded himself against you instinctively. And you moaned softly in response.

"Spidey," you smiled with a flirty tone. "Save that for later."

"Sorry," he apologized. "Can't help it sometimes. Gotta have you thinking about me."

You hummed in amusement and playful doubt as you kissed him again as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Moments like these were sweet and had you giddy but usually, it was in a more secluded area. So you didn't spot the figure in the distance with a camera out filming the both of you caught up in your little moment, you didn't hear the whispers of an act of sabotage and secret defamation, and didn't expect it to be on blast on the Internet as the number one trending topic in a matter of hours.

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Scotty Doesn’t Know

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: When date night with your real boyfriend clashes with your secret one, things get a little messy

Warnings: messy Eddie, maybe some violence, ANGST toward the end, a little suggestive right at the very beginning, whole gang is here I’m talking the queer 4 show up to the hideout to support Edster.

Based off the song Scotty Doesn’t Know so let’s pretend it wasn’t made in 2004 k byeeee!!!

“See you Tuesday, right?” Eddie asked as he pulled up your underwear and pushed your skirt back into place.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You replied smiling down at him.

The air in the trailer was foggy and thick, What started as a normal smoke session ended how it always did, with Eddie between your legs and those puppy dog eyes staring right through you.

He smiles back fondly before rolling over unto his stomach. You give yourself a moment to stare. His hair thrown messily around his head as you watch his shoulders rise and fall with each breath. His lanky figure almost too long to fit on the bed, the light coming in through the window causing a fuzzy glow to surround him. He doesn’t move and neither do you. You wanted nothing more than to lay down with him, cuddle in close and nap. It was still early and you didn’t have to be anywhere for another 3 hours.

You feel a tug at your heart when you remember the no loitering rule. No one stays more than ten minutes after, and no sleeping in each others beds. That way you can keep it casual. That way no one gets hurt. What a load of bullshit.

Turning, you make a fast exit not waiting for any other goodbye.

Eddie finally rolls over after you leave, pout prominent on his lips. He covers his face in his hands and shouts loudly before sitting up and going about his day. He shakes his head every so often as he tries to forget the way you looked at him. The way your eyes would light up at the sight of him, even if it was just for a second in the cafeteria. Deep aching pain sprouted in his chest every time you left him, knowing that you’d be with your boyfriend. The one you weren’t embarrassed of. The one you could show off at every school party and event. Not that he cared what those bozo’s thought but a sliver of him wanted that kind of love. The kind of love you don’t have to worry about. Bitter jealousy pricks his mouth and before he can stop himself he’s writing new lyrics for a song.

You on the other hand walked over to your bike, walk man in hand trying to convince yourself you weren’t absolutely, head over heels, in love with your fuck buddy and town freak Eddie Munson. It was not going well.

You bike as fast as you can blaring your Guns N’ Roses favorites mixtape. Each turn of the wheel you felt yourself physically starting to miss him. Miss his smell, even if it was a mix of smoke and greasy hair with a hint of cheap cologne. you miss the feeling of his loose curls cascading over your thighs tickling gently as he rests his head. You miss the way he looks at you with fluttering lashes and that little smirk. You picked up speed and decided to stop thinking. There was nothing to think about but the road in front of you.

The weather was perfect today, sunny but not hot and the wind was picking up as you gained speed down a particularly large hill toward your house. This feeling, this fleeting moment lost in a moment of a million others was everything you needed to clear your head. As you hopped off your bike and parked in the garage you swore you could still feel the wind on your face and in your hair.

That feeling ends the moment you step foot into your family room. The T.V is on in the background of your mother and fathers conversation. As you step in their conversation stops.

“You better have a good excuse as to why you weren’t at Church young lady” your dad says. You really did not want to deal with this right now.

“I told you, I wasn’t feeling good. I went for a bike ride to clear my head.” You replied trying to move past them toward the stairs.

“Well maybe you would’ve felt better if you showed up honey. It’s not like you had other things going on you dropped Cheerleading, student government, and now Scott’s parents called saying you blew off his last date.” Your mother chides in a singsong voice.

“How many times do I have to tell you Cheerleading is a popularity contest and student government never listened to my ideas so what’s your point?” Not bringing up Scott because that was another argument waiting to happen. You were growing more annoyed by the second with this conversation.

“My point is, how does it look now that you’re not in Church with your family. We have friends and reputations to uphold which you don’t seem to understand. All you care about is yourself, I’m sick of this selfish attitude!”

Your father replies slamming the paper down on the table. You stand for a moment feeling the shame inch up your spine slowly. It makes you fidget from foot to foot as you feel it bubble up into your throat.

“Whatever.” is all you can say as you finally move past them. They shout at you as you move up the stairs slamming your door when you reach your room.

They never listen, you could be screaming in pain and they’d still call you dramatic. Not to mention the crushing expectations, keeping up appearances and the act they they’ve never once told you they were proud of you. Not when you made the squad, not when you were on the honor roll at school, or had perfect attendance all of middle school. They never once looked at you and said that you were good enough, that you were doing everything right.

So what? What does it matter. You stare in your bathroom mirror with tears overflowing as you took off your jewelry and clothes.

“So fucking what” you muttered turning the hot water on and stepping into the scolding spray attempting to wash off the day. Tears mixed well with the pressure of the water on your skin. You scrubbed until there was nothing left of today on or in you. No Eddie, no disappointing parental glares, no guilt over the face that you haven’t thought about Scott since you went to sleep last night, everything went right down the drain.

When Tuesday comes around you can’t help but be excited. You’ve seen Eddie play before, but every single time it still fills you full of giddy nervousness. He looks so happy on stage it melts you every single time. You make sure to dress up a little more, add a little more black eyeliner even if Scott hates it. By the time you reach school you’re pumped and its only 8 in the morning.

Walking through the front doors you say hi to a couple people before you see Scott standing at your locker along with a couple members of the basketball team. His face brightens as he sees you approaching and you manage a smile in return.

“Hello gorgeous. I didn’t hear from you all weekend” he says reaching out for you.

“I’m sorry. I was busy...studying and working out” I reply giving him a peck on the lips. His face was just another reminder of the ways your parents controlled you. They set you up on your first date and since then there have been countless outings as a family with his parents. You turned around and let his arms cage you in as he spoke into your shoulder about his weekend. You nodded along trying to sound interested.

Just then the school doors burst open. In walks Eddie and his gaggle of nerdy freshman all yelling about something. He wore his favorite shirt today and definitely just washed his hair. He was practically glowing with excitement. Tuesdays were the best days for him, even if the only people who came to his shows were you and a couple of friends. His eyes caught yours in the busy halls, he was the first to break contact shaking his head with a huge grin.

“Here comes the freakshow” Scott says loudly. His friends ooo in response and they all laugh. You roll your eyes and turn to defend them when you see Eddies smile drop. Scotts hands were on your waist, his lips ghosting over your neck. You feel irritation crawling up your arms. You remove his hands from your waist roughly.

“I’ll see you at lunch” You say turning to walk away. He grabs your wrist roughly before pulling you back. His friends start whispering amongst themselves hoping to catch you guys in an argument.

“Aw don’t be mad, I know you’re all about free love and whatever but he asks for it acting like that” he justifies

“That’s not what free love means...whatever it doesn’t matter its fine. I’ll see you later.”

He lets me go this time. But as I walk away he yells, “And don’t forget about our date tonight!” Everyone looks around and sees one of the star couples showing one of their many displays of affection. A couple girls smile and giggle, a lot of them glare at you with jealousy. You were dating Scott, you had the looks, the charisma, the grades the style. Who wouldn’t want to be you? Well for starters, you.

Eddie hears, of course he does because Scott doesn’t understand the meaning of subtlety. His eyes cast downward as he he turns and practically runs out of the main hallway.

So much for that excited feeling you had 10 minutes ago.

The rest of the day drags on. You spend lunch next to Scott like always, trying to tune out whatever he’s saying. You already cancelled on him for tonight making up some excuse about having to study. He’s pissed but he’ll get over it. No that you even really care. Eddie’s spot in the lunch room is empty, all of his friends are still in their seats but without their ecstatic leader the table seems a little lost. Silently you hope he knows you’re still coming. You meant it when you said you wouldn’t miss his show for the world.

When you finally make it home, Scott insisted on driving you and stopping for food on the way. And then walking you up to your room, and then helping set up your books, and getting you a snack from downstairs even though you had just eaten less than an hour ago. He was oddly attentive, it made you nervous because usually he wouldn’t notice if your head was hanging off your shoulders unless you told him.

“I’m fine Scott and I really need to study. I’ll see you tomorrow at school.” You say turning your chair toward your desk pretending to flip a couple pages.

You feel his hand gripping your shoulder as he leans in to give you a kiss on the cheek. His shadow darkens the page in front of you making it hard to fake read the words.

“See you tomorrow baby” He says. He releases your shoulder and slams the door on the way out. He’s pissed. You wait to hear his car pull off before you stand and decide to change. Shaking off his invisible grip on your shoulder you strip down to your matching set before flipping through your closet.

After finding the perfect outfit you revamp your makeup and finish it off with a couple sprays of cologne you had stolen from Eddie. He loved when you smelled like yourself of course but something about you smelling like him drove him absolutely crazy. You packed an extra pair of panties into your bag before slowly walking downstairs. Thank god your parents were at the country club tonight or you’d be toast.

Steve’s car pulls up right on schedule hauling Robin and an unnamed girl he probably picked up at work.

“Ow! Ow!” Robin howled out of the window. Her praise making you blush a bit as you enter the car.

“Oh stop” you reply opening the door and sliding in next to her.

“Hi Stevie! And who might this pretty lady be?” You ask shifting your gaze between Steve and the passenger.

“This is Lucy. We met at work.” He say with an awkward smile. What a charmer.

“Nice to meet you Lucy. Hope you like drunk men and heavy metal” You say before starting to bitch to Robin about your parents. Once everyone’s ready to go Steve pulls off blasting Tears for Fears and singing louder than everyone in the car combined.

Pulling up to the Hideout he turns the music down before turning to face Lucy.

“She wasn’t lying about the drunks so just stick with me and you should be fine” He smiles.

Robin rolls her eyes as you fake shoving your fingers down your throat. As Lucy gets out Steve turns to you and glares before getting out himself. You and Robin are still giggling as you make your way inside. Although they’re technically a bar they never card anyone, that’s how Eddie get’s to play here.

The bar is lowly lit and it smells of cigarettes and beer, home sweet home. There's actually a crowd today, still not huge but it's more than the average which you're sure is making Eddie both nervous and excited to put on a good show.

You were a couple minutes late to his set so he was already in the the middle of a song when you walk in. Luckily you knew this song and could sing along lowly. Due to the spotlight he couldn't really see into the crowd.

"This next song is new and I just wrote it but hopefully it strikes one of you in your cold drunk hearts"

One of the guys from the bar yells out and Eddie points in that direction with a subtle head nod. He looks so hot up there, like a real rockstar.

You stand at the bar waiting for drinks as Robin, Steve, and Lucy find a table up front. Eddie must see them because he starts laughing in that direction probably at Steve's choice of a date.

The new song starts heavy on guitar and it sounds like they've rehearsed it a lot which is good.

"Scotty doesn't know that Fiona and me

Do it in my van every Sunday

She tells him she's in church but she doesn't go

Still she's on her knees and Scotty doesn't know"

You whip around from your position at the bar with the drink in hand to meet eyes with Steve. Abandoning all of the other drinks you run over as Eddie continues to play his song.

"Holy shit" Steve screams over the music. you nod with your mouth still open.

Your stomach is in your mouth and there's a burning sensation behind your eyes. Shame courses through your body pricking you over and over like a million tiny needles. As he sings his guitar gets messy and he's screaming. Cheeks flushed and kicking shit over on stage.

"'Cause Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know!

So don't tell Scotty!

Scotty doesn't know"

He finally see you when he looks back over to Steve's table. You figure he'll cut the song short now that he knows you're in the crowd but it's the opposite he starts singing directly to you.

"I can't believe he's so trusting

While I'm right behind you thrusting

Fiona's got him on the phone

And she's trying not to moan

It's a three-way call and he knows nothing, nothing"

Tears start brimming over your eyes as you try to make an escape plan. You want to yell at him and maybe cry some more but right now you just want to leave.

"Holyshitholyshitholyshit" Robin pulls your hand toward her and you break eye contact with Eddie.

She pulls you into a seat at point across the bar. Scott stands at the doorway searching for something. You turn and try to hide but he recognizes Steve's hair and then he's marching right over to the table.

"You had to study huh?" He tries to pull you up from the seat roughly while yelling in your face.

Steve stands up and so does Robin causing more of a scene. You can feel everyone starting to stare at you instead of the stage. People love a good show.

"hey dude come on, don't grab her like that" Steve removes Scott's hand on your arm.

"Don't tell me what to do Harrington! She's my fucking girlfriend I'll do what I want. And you," he turns to you pointing his finger to say something else but gets cut off as Eddie starts screaming on stage.

"Scotty will know

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty's gotta know

I'm gonna tell Scotty

Gonna tell him myself

Scotty doesn't know

Scotty has to

Scotty has to go"

You want to crawl out of your own skin as Scott turns to Eddie and listens to the song he's so graciously playing. Robin takes this time to pull you beside her as all of you stare in anticipation at the stage.

Scott turns to you, shaking his head beginning to laugh a bit.

"I'm gonna kill him" is all he says before he's jumping onto the stage.

You pull yourself out of Robins grasp but Steve pulls you back again.

"Stay here!" he shouts before following behind Scott.

Eddie still hasn't stopped the song. He's just laughing as Scott approaches him and you can see the shake in scotts shoulder as he chuckles along like they're old pals. You think you might vomit all over the floor any moment. He sings quietly the last lines of the song.

"Scotty doesn't know

Scotty doesn't know

(So don't tell Scotty)"

He says the final line, he looks you dead in the eye and with tears brimming his own, before Scott punches him to the ground.

Three things happen at once. The music stops completely, the owner starts yelling, and Steve catches up and punches Scott in the mouth.

You rush over to the side of the stage where Eddie is. He's laying there breathing raggedly as the lights illuminate his chestnut hair.

"Eddie?"

He sits up quickly wiping his eyes. His hair hangs over most of his face but you can tell he's pissed at you. You try to reach for his arm to help him up but he shoves you off.

"Don't. Go check on your boyfriend" he laughs bitterly packing up his guitar.

"I am" you say quietly hoping he'll come back to you.

"Last time I checked boyfriends and girlfriends don't have to sneak around cause someone's embarrassed. I knew what I was getting into with you, 's my fault. Don't bother coming over tomorrow or the day after that."

And with that he stands and walks out. You watch him all the way even after the door slams shut. People are still staring but they've turned on the radio.

You look over to Scott who's holding his jaw in one hand.

"We're done. Hope that freak was worth it."

You feel both relief and guilt as he says those words. Thank god you'll never have to endure being with him again, no more sweaty hand holding or boring make out sessions on your couch.

You wish you could feel more for Scott but he'll be able to go home and make you out to be the bad guy. And you are, you've ruined your parents 20 year friendship for someone who can't look you in the eye right now. He'll curse your name and send you to walk the plank when you've already got yourself hung on a rope of false promises.

It's only been seconds since Eddie left and you already miss him. You want to run after him and hold him and tell him you're sorry and that it's only ever been him. He's the one you want to hold hands with in the halls. He's the one you want to kiss at lunch and after school and before he falls asleep next to you. It's him and him and him over and again and you feel stupid not choosing him sooner.

You sob on the bar floor sticky with spilled beer and sweat and smoke. You may have just lost the only thing you've ever wanted and it's all your fault.

(Let me know if you want a part two!!!)

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fic #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson is hot #sorry for the angst #anyone want a part two??

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adri-2022 · 2 years

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Baseball Bat

Fandom: Chicago PD

Characters: Jay Halstead x FemReader / Male OC

Warnings: mention and references to sex/ swearing/ mention of cheating/ comedy?

Word count: 1397

Jay Halstead Materlist

A/N: Hi guys here is another original imagine. I hope everyone is staying safe and everyone enjoys.

Don't be afraid to leave your comment!

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Walking home from work you were confused seeing your boyfriends car in his usual parking spot. Maybe he had an early day, you were happy to say the least, now you could go in there and dump his ass. You had been dating since what felt like forever -6 months really- and you were absolutely tired of his bullshit.

Stepping inside the apartment you felt a shiver go down your spine. There was a woman’s bag and heels spread on the living room -HA better now- you thought. When you were about to step further down the hallway you stopped dead in tracks hearing moaning from your shared room. You shook your head rushing to open the door, you weren’t really surprised by the position they were in.

“Oh dear” you were wide eyed, they jumped at the sound of your voice both covering themselves with the sheets.

“Y/N babe your home early…” your boyfriend said, to what you raised an eyebrow breathing a mocking laugh.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve called, right?” you raised both hands in surrender, nodding, a scary smile on your face. They were frozen at your reaction, neither expecting it. Oh, but it was about to get better.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. It was a mistake” he said trying to excuse his behavior.

“Mistake? Damn poor woman. You know she’s right there” you said pointing to the woman in your bed. He looked at her, raised eyebrows, he was extremely confused and surprised.

“Oh no. Don’t stop because of me. By all means keep going…” you said turning to leave, before pausing, tapping your finger in your chin.

“You know that’s the only position where you will fill anything, honey. He’s really not that good. Byeeee Chris have a nice life!” you finished rushing out of the apartment but not before grabbing his baseball bat. You knew he would follow you out and you were counting on it. As you got to the lobby, you walked bat resting in your shoulders and a smirk on your face -this will be so good- you thought. You felt like you were living a real life ‘Before He Cheats’ by Carrie Underwood moment -but yours was…after he cheats? Not really sure-.

Now standing in front of his car you swung the bat like there was no tomorrow. You could faintly hearing as Chris screamed your name. Chris had his hands in his head, mouth hanging open as you claimed and smashed his windshield.

“Hey! What’s going on here?” a new voice hollered over the smashing sound and Chris girly screams.

“She’s gone crazy! That bitch…” Chris pointed at you before you turned around. Now noticing the very handsome man looking between you and you ex-boyfriend.

“Oh! I’m the bitch! Let me tell you something…” you said claiming down of the car and pointing the tip of the bat towards Chris. The stranger putting a handout to stop you from committing murder.

“…you are a real piece of work Chris, you know? You mister what’s your name handsome?” you said to Chris but directing the last part to the stranger who had his eyebrows furrowed a complete lost look on his face.

“Detective Halstead miss…” “Y/L/N” you smiled slightly before asking,

“Mr. Handsome Halstead. What is your take on cheating man?” you asked chuckling slightly, which had Jay trying to hide a smile creeping up on his face -your laugh and smile was contagious-. Before he could answer you continued,

“Mine is this, hilarious isn’t it! And I was actually coming to dump his ass. But then he gave me the best reason to behave this way…” Jay raised his eyebrows amused; he didn’t think that he would be getting in the middle of the most hilarious break up/ cheating drama. Your ex-boyfriend looked like he was going to pass out, while you looked like you were having the time of your life. Honestly you were having the best life moment right here, right now.

“Y/N you are crazy!” Chris screamed.

“Ohh grow up Chris. You’re just mad because I was the only one willing to put up with your 2-inch dick, and your mommy issues and your loser attitude. Don’t lie to yourself because frankly I’m living for the look in your face” you laughed in his face, as he looked towards Jay who had snorted, now putting a hand over his mouth, clearing his throat to cover it.

“2-inches? Yeah right! I’m the best sex you’ve ever had. Admit it!” Chris said pointing towards you,

“Alright I’ll admit…” you said pausing before turning serious, which made Jay look to you in anticipation. He was finding this whole thing hilarious, and he was actually loving the way you were roasting this guy without effort. He had to admit to himself he was finding you very attractive. Jay was pulled out of his thoughts as he heard you continue,

“…no, I can’t…I hate to break your bubble- you know what. No, I would love to break your bubble…2 minutes is not the best sex of ANYONES life!” you yelled, the color on Chris’s face drained, you looked slightly to your left where Jay had his mouth open, raised eyebrows looking at you.

“I just dated you for pity. You’re not even that good looking…” Chris said trying to seem big and bad. You were cracking your ass laughing so hard that your stomach hurt, hands on your knees as you tried to catch your breath. Jay pursed his lips tight, shaking his head,

“Sorry, man. But I think it was the other way around. Giving that you look like Sid from Ice Age” Jay said not even a little bit sorry.

“Shut up asshole!” Chris shouted at Jay who raised his eyebrows, before taking a step towards Chris.

“What did you just say to me? Did you forgot I’m a cop…or- I mean are you stupid maybe” Jay said eyebrows scrunched, arms outstretched like waiting for someone to answer him.

“Damn, you’re…damn. Just like a Greek God, those eyes and that body- I mean. Do you work out often?” you tilted your head to look at Jay, who raised an eyebrow smirking at you -damn he’s sexy- you thought. Chris was perplex you were flirting with this guy in front of him, not giving a flying fuck about his sorry ass.

“Are you gonna arrest her or not?” Jay looked briefly towards you, where you were looking up now sitting on the sidewalk, smirking at Jay. Making him chuckle and shake his head, before turning a bit serious when he looked at Chris.

“Don’t really want to- but I mean- I don’t want you to cry so…” Jay smirked slightly as a furious Chris turn in his heels to go inside the apartment complex,

“Goodbye SID! You make sure you don’t trip on those 2-inches!” you yelled at him, pulling the attention of some people that were around. He just flipped you off, making both you and Jay laugh. Him now giving you a hand to pull you up from the floor,

“Are you going to cuff me. You know I have a thing for that” you said, laughing at Jay’s wide eyes,

“You need to stop that. You’re being too bold” he chuckled,

“You have to shoot your shot one way or another” you said in between laughs, he hummed at your statement, while directing you to his truck on the other side of the street.

“So. You arresting me? I promise I won’t make any jokes” you said lifting your right hand in promise,

“Nope! He’s an asshole and a dumbass, in my opinion he deserved it” Jay said turning to look at you once you both reach the truck.

“Uhh, so you’re a rebel. Huh! I can see it. Army?” you asked squinting your eyes as if analyzing Jay who looked at you surprised,

“Rangers. How did you know?” “Takes one to know one…navy” you said shrugging your shoulders smiling at him. He just looked in your eyes nodding his head,

“So. Would you maybe want to have coffee with me?” you gasped mockingly, “Are you asking me on a date, Detective Greek God?”

“Yeah, yeah don’t make a fuss about it” he continued trying to stay serious, a smile creeping on his lips.

“Got to shoot my shot, right?” “Right…” you said giggling.

#jay halstead x y/n #jay halstead x reader #chicago pd imagines #jay halstead #jay halstead fluff #jay halstead x you #fan fiction #one chicago fic #jay halstead angst

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stellz-mybeloved · 6 months

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Why I Love You So Much

(CC!Wilbur x Reader)

really really short

words: 578

You lie on your bed and thinking about Wilbur since you wanted cuddles from him and you missed him so much, missed his cuddles so so much and most importantly his kisses that he gave you before he left for tour. After he came back you guys didn't talk to each other for a while which made you guys a bit upset, Wilbur was in his set up where he streams and it's been almost 2 hours, which led you thinking when will he end his stream.

"Alright chat! I think i had a wonderful time with you guys, thank you for the subs and bits. I hope you guys are doing great and I love you guys goodbye!" he spoke through the screen saying this message to the chat and the chat spamming "ILYT WIL <33" and "BYEEEE" in the chat and he said goodbye one last time and ended stream after 2 hours.

He went back to streaming again ever since he ended tour and it felt amazing meeting his fans in real life, but sometimes it felt stressful since he hasn't seen his beloved girlfriend and you missed him so much, you guys barely had spent time together because of him going on tour.

He thought about you all of the sudden, thinking about how worried you were for not getting a little rest, his life has been a bit stressful lately and all he wanted to do is spend time with you, thinking about how much you missed him after a month on tour.

He got up from his chair and went to your shared room with him and as he opened the door he saw you cuddling the pillow beside you, he went up to the bed and lied beside you. "sweets, I'm so sorry that I barely spent time with you, even you felt a little hurt that I didn't talk to you, I felt that too and it's my fault that I didn't get to be with you in the past few months.. I'm sorry" he apologised and you faced him and you saw small tears from his eyes wiping them off with your hand. "Wil, you don't have to be sorry, its not your fault. I missed you so so much that I could barely wait for you anymore, after you came back we didn't talk much cause you were busy with music and streams, I wanna spend more time with you every single day, month and years with you. I love you so much Wilbur and forever will" you responded while wiping the tears off his eyes.

"Now I want you to cuddle me, I miss your soft touch and kisses" you demanded jokingly and he chuckled and cuddled with you pampering you with soft kisses, "I miss you so so much" he said in between kisses making you giggle softly, "I love you too Wil" you smiled and you guys talked for a bit while cuddling each other on your shared bed.

While you were talking you saw Wilbur asleep, you chuckled and closed your eyes, "love you" you whispered and his grip on you got a bit tight but you didn't care. All you have is his love & care that he gave you and him, spending time together.

You closed your eyes and dozed off to sleep, this is why you love him so much.

#wilbur soot #will gold #wilbur x you #wilbur soot fanfiction #wilbur mcyt #lovejoy

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talentforlying · 8 months

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👫 byeeee

liv of my life:

one of these days they are going to put up a pull-tab flyer in the mill house with a list of all the topics they are no longer allowed to hold against each other — namely, her theft of church and his hiding under her bed from a one-night stand — and if they want to bring it up in an argument, they have to pull a tab and be contractually obligated to make up for it later.

i really have no clue if they were ever going to make constantine's sister alive and well in the nbc show, but if she is, liv is invited to christmas dinner every year. whether or not she shows, there's always a spot at the table for her.

i can easily see them going to a concert together for a little down time, but i can't for the life of me think of who they'd go to see. one way or another, he is embarrassing her in a mosh pit. one of them is getting lost and calling the other and they wander around the venue in opposite directions yelling over the noise of the crowd for way too long.

once constantine realizes that she's slipping into some of the same patterns he's held for a long time (not sleeping/sleeping in weird places, drinking more, avoiding her real life for fear of something bad happening), i think he really tries to be a better example. he's got no fanciful notions about his ability to succeed in that, but he does try. replenishes her groceries when he's already out, texts her to go to bed at a set hour, tries to make the mill house a less chaotic environment for her to inhabit. it's his way of showing her that she's not just an obligation anymore, intruding on the fringes of his life, but someone who has a place here and deserves to be accommodated when she's trying to do her own thing.

@whcwashe / RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS ( always accepting )

#whcwashe #SWAYING YOU IN MY MIND LIKE A LONG CAT I'VE MISSED YOU #they are everything to me #( answered. ) THIS IS JOHN CONSTANTINE. FUCK OFF.

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xflippinfrogx · 1 year

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Tickle Scenarios~ 🎄Christmas Edition🎄

A/N~ Merry Christmas everyone!! Or Happy holidays for whatever you celebrate! Here’s a few little scenarios for you all that I’m writing to heal my longing for a real Christmas because my family don’t do that kinda stuff haha. Anyways have an amazing day you lot and I wish you all a Happy New Year💕 (P.S sorry in advance it’s a little short but I want to go to bed<33)

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•Cooking or baking together for Christmas dinner but they keep prodding your sides as you’re trying to concentrate. •Waking you up on Christmas morning with soft featherlight tickles from your neck all the way down your back. •Ice skating together and they keep laughing because you’re tickling their waist. •Having tickle fights in the snow. •Tickly kisses under the mistletoe (0//-//0). •Decorating the tree together but every time you reach up to place an ornament they taze your ribs. ✨I have a few non-tickle ones too✨

•Dancing together by the fireplace after a long day •MATCHING CHRISTMAS JUMPERS!!! •Just matching outfits in general •Playing secret Santa at school/work and you both get eachother and you get to exchange your gifts. •Christmas movie cuddles •Decorating your home together but both get tangled in the lights and end up laughing for ages instead of getting unstuck •Building snowmen together •Just getting to spend the holidays with the person/people you love. I think that’s the best scenario <33

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That’s all for now my loves!! HAVE A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS AND AN EVEN BETTER NEW YEAR. Let’s hope 2023 doesn’t let us down🤞 Byeeee💕

#Christmas tickles #tickle scenarios #sfw tickling

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shitidobecauseimbored · 2 years

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Dream fanfiction (Part 1)

"The call"

Um- this is my first time writing a fanfiction- so IG it will be short ;-;, and please expect some errors or some other shits I don't know- so yea- uhm eheh

!WARNINGS! : (some are not in this part or part 2)

Fat shaming

Caps

Swearing

S£x

Depression

If you do not like or want to read these things, its okay! You can scroll! But if you do, please stay! :D (idk if caps is sensitive to some ppl, but I'll put it as a warning too :))

Reader or Y/N is you

Reader - "The person reading this right now" change Reader into your real name when reading!

Y/N - "Your Name" change Y/N into your real name when reading!

Alrighthy, let's start!

It was a Sunday night, and Reader was stressed with school and a lot of homework and responsibility upon their life and future. A few minutes later while Reader was doing her mathematic homework, they got a call from an unknown number. They pick it up and said 'hello?' 'Hi, Y/N! How are you? We've never talked to each other for a long time..' Says the unknown person. 'Oh.. Uhm hi! Who is this again..?' Says, Reader. 'You don't remember my voice?' Chuckled the unknown person 'uhh- n-no..!' Giggled Reader. 'Its me! Clay!' Said the caller. Reader froze. They never heard a word from or seen their childhood best friend until now. 'Uhm.. Hello?' Asked Clay. 'OH MY GOD?! IS IT ACTUALLY YOU?!' Asked Reader oh so very surprised.. 'Yeah! Its me', giggled Clay. 'OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD- ITS BEEN SO LONG!!' Said Reader excited. 'Ye-yeah! Its so nice to hear your voice again.' Said Clay. 'Awwh! You too! I'll save your number, cause I need to go..' Said Reader sadly. 'Aw mann.. Why so early?' Asked Clay 'because I have LOTS of homework.. Like a lot.. So, yeah. Its been tough lately.' Said Reader. 'Oh.' Said Clay sadly. 'Well uhm.... You know what? Give me your address, I'll come to visit you!' Said Clay brightly. 'O-oh- but i stay in an apartment- but sure I guess.' Said Reader. 'Great!' Said Clay excited. 'I'll meet you there then!' 'Alright' Said Reader. Reader ends the call and sends their location to Clay. 'Omg.. I can't believe its actually him..!' Said Reader in their heart.

| Clay ✋ |

-Thanks!

Your welcome..!-

'Oh well.. Its getting late.. I think I need to sleep.' Said Reader. As you wish Clay good night, you charge your phone and tucked yourself in bed with a big smile on your face.

Stay tuned for part 2! Sorry if this is too short, I'm new and I don't really know how to do these things and rip my hand lol

But yeah, thanks for reading! See you againnn!!! Byeeee!

:') eheheheheh

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ihopewithpassion · 2 months

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Another 2 Whole Years

Twitter 1 - Tumblr 0.

Everytime i came back to this blog i can't recall my password :D . But here i'am again just to clear some dust on my home.

Life's update, for the last 2 years many thing happened either good and bad. But for me this optimistic girl right here, every crappy things i take it as a good. Because why wouldn't it be? I just have no room for negativity and hate.

Ok, so where is the update gurl??

Here is, mid of 2023 i got married and alhamdulillah the "package" soon will arrived insya Allah <3. Last of 2023 me and him moved to KSA for a better life offering. Early 2024 which today is the election day in Indonesia, sad but still believe our choice will be winning the real count insya Allah.

This past week i've keep myself busy with taking care of him, cooking, walking, excercising, doing my first catering small business here, freelancing new offer and building my business from abroad. Think it's kind a difficult to get a "starter" to started all of those activity but once i get the energy, i took em all. Today i just finished 3 menu of catering, 1 offering proposal and 1 bank data recap. All in a day. It's been a busy day i told him and him because if i just followed my mood, i'm gonna be in bed all day not doing anything, but it's not me and can't be. I gotta keep my brain thinking and mind busy. Therefore i don't have time to deal with some negative kind of freak out there.

Ok, i think my ride is here, gotta go meet my love. Byeeee.

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jiminzfilter · 3 years

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slow dancing in the night

→ Pairing. Taehyung x reader

→ Genre. established relationship, fluff, slice of life, model!taehyung, model!reader, taehyung missed you a lot, he is starving (his words not mine), gets a bit hot by the last 40 lines, mentions of oral (f) so I guess this counts as mature content, implied smut, making out (kinda), there is a bit of swearing

→ Summary. what could possibly be better than coming home after a long day of work to someone you love and missed a lot ?

→ Word count. 3.2k (!!!)

→ because I wrote this over a year ago when I still didn't know what I was doing with my writing, I had to go through a deep process of editing and re-writing before posting it. This might not be my best work but it's still a fic that I really really like :,)

→ song rec. slow dancing in the dark, Joji// still with you, Jungkook

Fridays have always been exhausting days for both you and your boyfriend, especially on runways weeks. As models, you were put under a lot of pressure.

Pressure to be perfect, to smile but never smile too much, to look good, to not fall on stage.

Falling has to be the most tragic thing that can happen to your carreer as a model, the hungry stares of thousands of photographers and reporters ready to share the latest news to the press.

Yeah, it was exhausting.

This week was no exception... or maybe it was since, this time, you were the only one working until late.

It’s four in the morning and you’re already on your way out - kind of running late, oBviOusLy - quietly wishing your boyfriend a good day.

He is not working today.

That lucky bastard.

He gets to enjoy his free day in bed, lazing around, while you work your ass off all day. He mumbles something that you assume is a sort of goodbye. He is still asleep.

You look at him one last time before leaving the room and smile. He looks so peaceful.

You still remember the day you met, by pure luck even though you both call that fate. That was 5 years ago, when you just debuted your career as a model and were not that comfortable around high heels.

Okay no. Let’s be real.

You hated wearing them because you couldn’t walk in heels higher than 5 cm.

It’s still a wonder how you managed to make it in the first place.

Were you wearing flat shoes for the audition ? Damn you really must’ve done an impression on the judges if they made you pass without the heels try-on.

Your first day at the agency was chaotic to say the least. Your manager made you walk around the building, to visit she said. She made you wear heels. HEELS. That devilish person.

But, thank to that, you got to meet Taehyung. Your eyes landed on him as you were visiting the lounge and couldn’t tear them away from his figure. The poor man had to witness you fall down because you weren’t watching your steps anymore.

I mean.

Who could blame you ??

That was Kim frEaking Taehyung

!!!

He even came to help you get back on your feet and asked if you were alright, kind of amused.

It’s not everyday you see someone falling down in here, let alone a newbie

Let’s be honest, you were so embarrassed.

First day of work and you’re already failing falling.

That night when you came home, you spent the night wearing heels and prayed really hard you’d never have to face him again. After all, the building was big enough and there were enough workers that you could avoid Taehyung easily

If only

The NeXt day, you were told that you had a couple shooting, with none other that Kim Taehyung.

GreaT

He would occasionally tease you about your fall and check on you to see if everything was alright. He watched you carefully as you were walking around with heels.

From up close he looked even more handsome.... :)

After this day, you started talking with Taehyung more and more. He introduced you to everyone around the agency. You met outside of work, got to know each other. You both became regally good friends but there was something lingering in the air, in the way you’d look at each other or stood so close to him after a couple glasses of wine that you could breathe his air.

So what was bound to happen happened and you went from friends a to lovers without really noticing it.

He was still your best friend...somehow

Eventually, you took things to the next level and moved in together... maybe a half and a year ago or so ? You’ve never been happier in your life

And, well, you’d actually be happier if you could spend the day with boyfriend instead of running around trying to find god knows which accessories you need for the rehearsal.

8 in the morning is noT a time to be doing cardio.

Especially while wearing heels

Become a model they said, it’ll be fun they said

“Y/n! Come here please I need you to try on this dress before you go!” Your personal stylist calls “I made sure to fix it yesterday so it’d be a perfect fit for the show”

You stop your tracks and go to her “make this quick i have to go get changed before 9 otherwise I’m screwed. Why did they even decide to do the rehearsals so early today ?” You sigh, frustrated, and put on the dress she’s handing you “thank you”

“Okayyy...it looks great. Gold looks amazing on you.” She smoothes the dress and gives an approving nod, visibly satisfied ; “You’ll look perfect for the Grand Finale. Oh god it’s already 8:30 you better go before Mr.Kim throws a fit because you’re late”

You both giggle ; “thank you for fixing the dress Naeun, see you later today. Well, probably tonight. Byeeee”

The rehearsal seems to never end. You’re squeezed in dozens of different outfits, gorgeous for sure but sO tight. Mr. Kim, the one who organised the runway, is such a perfectionist that you have to re-do some things multiple times before he’s satisfied. One time the lighting isn’t right, the other the models are walking too fast, not on beat and so on.

Everyone hates him for that but he always makes the best shows so you just follow.

After multiple tries, the rehearsal finally comes to an end. It’s already 4PM. You barely get time to breathe and go pee before you’re back into the ‘running-around-to-find-my-dress-and-fix-my-makeup-oh-god-i-gotta-be-on-stage’ crazy mess.

Walking on the runway feels amazing, running backstage is terrible.

It’s so hot and small back there you can hardly move around well.

It takes 2 hours for the whole fashion show to be over, one more for pictures outside the catwalk and chat with reporters. Since you’re kind of a famous model now, you get invited to the afterparty and spend few extra hours interacting with some celebrities that attended the show. Other models were invited and you’re happy to see familiar faces amongst them. Jimin, an old colleague and friend of yours, comes your way and compliments you. You chat with him for a while before deciding you’ve had enough for the day and leave the party. A few more people greet you on your way out.

A taxi takes you back to you company, where you left your stuff in the morning. You spend an extra thirty minutes getting rid of your heavy makeup and striping off that gorgeous but awfully tight golden dress you’ve been wearing ever since the end of the runway.

Now, you can FinaLLy go home. yassssss

It’s almost 12am when you leave the agency and climb into yet another taxi. The ride is quiet, background music playing over the car’s radio, and you take some time to look at what you were gifted for your performance : fancy makeup products, accessories, pieces of clothing-but not those from the runway, you sadly never get to keep those. Being kinda famous has its perks :,)

You then decide it’s time to warn Taehyung you’ll arrive soon and send him a few texts. As if he was waiting for them, he instantly replies saying he’ll be waiting for you and proceeds to spam you with heart emojis. Sometimes, it looks like this man just discovered what emojis were and is trying to use them as much as possible. What a child…

It’s way past midnight when you finally step into your duplex and the first thing you notice is that the place is way too quiet.

Maybe Tae went back to sleep, who knows, it’s super late after all…

You remove shoes and jacket and drop your bags in the entrance before going further and you call out quietly “anyone here? Tae, you sleeping?”

There is a faint glow from the tv on your right but the sound has been muted.

Weird…

“Taehyung ?" You call one last time

Suddenly, two strong arms wrap themselves around your waist and you’re pulled into someone’s chest. You gasp, almost scream, but soften up when you feel the warmth on your back

“Hi baby” a deep voice says in your ear, sending chills down your spine “I missed you”

You turn around and are very pleased to see a handsome face and a warm exposed chest your boyfriend smiling at you.

“Mhm, missed you too” You wrap your arms around him and rest your head against his chest, happy to hear his heartbeat. Taehyung places his head atop of yours and gently strokes your hair. You tighten your grasp around him and hum.

Few seconds later, he lifts your chin up and gently lays a kiss on your lips.

“How are you doing?” He asks, his right hand cupping your cheek. The warmth of it is comforting.

“Exhausted, but you know how it goes” You shrug and he smiles

“Not too tired for dinner ? I could cook something if you want”

“Mhm... let me just go shower and put something else on” You sadly let go of him

“Sure, go ahead” he whispers and you give him a kiss before regretfully tearing yourself away from him.

You walk up the stairs to your bedroom, where you find the bed undone. You smile, Taehyung never really liked making the bed and, very honestly, neither did you. You slump onto the mattress and bury your face into the pillows, inhaling his scent. Lavender. Relaxing. Just like he is.

After a warm shower, you find a t-shirt Taehyung left on a chair in the room and wear it. It’s big enough to reach your thighs and, if you were more energised, you’d probably stay like this. You grab large pants and put them on.

Once again, you smell lavender all around you.

When you’re back in the living area, you see Taehyung busying himself in the kitchen. He hears your steps and his eyes find yours as a smile appears on his face when he notices that you’re wearing his shirt

“My shirt looks better on you than it’d ever do on me” He teases, his gaze longing on your frame.

“maybe I should keep it then” you smile and ask ; ”Do you need any help?”

“no no no no no, you’ve worked enough already. Go and have some rest. I'll call you when everything’s ready okay?”

Too tired to argue on this anyways -and thankful for the given rest-, you go lay down on the couch, your body oriented to let you look at Taehyung.

As he hums and moves to the chill music that was playing in the background, you start to detail his beautiful figure. From the curl of his dark hair (which you knoW are so so soft to the touch) to his beautiful profile and his nose you love so much down to his broad shoulder and then his tanned abs you see from time to time when the opened shirt of his pyjama moves according to his steps.

oH! Let’s not forget his perfect hands gripping at the pan’s handle while he cooks… vegetables? Something like that yeah.

Taehyung is giving his best into what he’s cooking. Vegetables with rice, that’s the only thing he could do quickly.

Quickly as in less than half an hour, unlike his friend Namjoon who’d take this time just to cook the rice.

The music he put earlier is slowly starting to bore him. After washing his hands, he reaches out for his phone and plays a different playlist. It’s one you name yourself when the two of you were still friends (aka not dating yet). “Taetae fm” because you once joked he should have his own broadcasting channel on the radio. He’d always criticise the music playing so why not have his own channel 👀

“You know Y/n, I actually watched the fashion show live this afternoon. I mean, of course you know because I always do that haha. Anyways, you really were the highlight of the runway tonight. And I’m not saying this in a biased point of view. Okay I might be a bit biased as your boyfriend but I swear that it’s true!! You literally shone back there, especially in that gold dress you were wearing and even the audience was impressed by your looks maybe you didn’t see it on stage but some cameras filmed their reactions and everyone was looking at you. Really, you were so gorge-oh” Taehyung looks at you and smile fondly “Of course you’re asleep, baby”

He lets his phone aside and checks the now cooked food before making his way to the couch. There’s a blanket on the sofa, he covers you with it, scared you might get cold. Taehyung put a loose strand of hair behind your ear and places a kiss on your chin.

You slowly open your eyes and find yourself face to face with him. You both smile.

“Hi there beautiful” He whispers

“what time is it? Did I sleep until the morning?” You’re scared of having slept through the entire nap without realising

“almost 1:20am, I just finished cooking. I thought you might be cold so I went to cover you with the blanket. You should go enjoy the food while it’s still hot, imma go to the toilet”

You nod as an answer and watch him leave upstairs. Getting up from the warmth of the couch is the hardest part so you keep the soft blanket draped around your shoulders and walk towards the kitchen. You grab two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks that you place on the counter along with glasses and a bottle of water.

You then go take care of the rice and the vegetables, which you mix in the pan. The song playing changes and your favourite nighttime tune starts.

“I don’t want a friend, I want my life in two” you sing along

“Waiting to get there, waiting for you” Taehyung’s voice startles you as he grabs your wrists and pulls your back close to him. You smile as he makes the both of you dance slowly. You put his arms around you so it’s like he’s hugging you from the back. You swing around for a little while, enjoying the close proximity as you both softly hum the song, making your body vibrate against each other, moving in perfect coordination.

“I love you” he whispers in your ear and then kisses it, sending chills down your spine, before lifting one of your arm up to make you turn so that you’re now facing him “did my baby sleep well?” You nod as you place your arms around his waist, paying attention to go under the shirt so you’re touching as much skin as possible.

Taehyung chuckles before asking you in that same, chill-sending, low deep voice ; “Still hungry? Because I’m starving”

If you didn’t just wake up, you would’ve definitely caught that lust in his eyes and also the fact that this wasn’t as innocent as it seemed.

As an answer, your stomach growls pretty loudly, making Taehyung laugh . “I’ll take that as a yes. Sit down, princess. Let me take care of you”

You do as he says, jumping on a stool, detailing all of his moves. You only realise how hungry you actually were when you start eating. Rice with vegetables has never tastes better. You eat everything in less than 5 minutes when you’d usually take your time to finish your plate.

“Damn, that was a well needed dinner! Thank you Tae” you mess a bit with his soft locks

“Imagine me who was waiting for you all evening!! I was hungry too” He pouts.

“Oh come on, I was working today. Cardio in heels isn’t the best way to wake up, let alone spend the whole day standing in tight clothes. When I think you has a day off… pfff. I saw the bed, I’m sure you stayed there all day, you lazyyyyyyyyy ass.”

He mumbles some gibberish and you giggle, knowing that you're right. He looks away, crossing his arms and obviously sulking. You leave your stool and stand behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You leave a few kisses on his cheek and neck

“- Don’t be such a babyy. You know I love you.

- You do?

- of course, you dummy” you bop his nose "Sooo, what do we have for desert?

- You. Uh I mean!! Yoghurt, fruits, cakes, fruits…anything” he clears his throat

“Great! What do you prefer?” You open the fridge

“ I’d very happily eat you out honestly but an apple sounds good”

“Oh sur- wait whaT!?” You snap your head to him, eyes wide open

what did he sayyyyyyyy?????

whaT am I even supposed to say noW oh my goddddd

You close the fridge’s door, suddenly not so yogurt-hungry.

There’s a sudden silence between the two of you, only disturbed by the music still playing in the background.

“Mhm? What is it?” He turns around to face you, asking so innocently “did I say something wrong ?”

This man knows what he is doing for sure. Has he ever been that straightforward before ?

Taehyung stands and closes the distance between your bodies, now towering over you.

He lowers himself slightly to speak in your ear “what is it baby? Mhm?” You feel his smile on your cheek when he lays a kiss on it “what happened to my all proud and fierce y/n who was so confident telling me I was being lazy all day, huh? Tell me” He lays another kiss on your temple

OkaY

now he’s being a tease

Great

1 A.M. fluffy and bare chested teaser Taehyung

gReAT

Anyhow, it’s a good turn on.

Really.good.freaking.turn.on

Being tired and turned on was definitely not a good mix for you. You could feel the heat rising in your body and hear your heart pounding in your ears.

“Tae…”

He laughs gently seeing you silently begging for more, brushing your face with his lips, teasing another kiss.

“Tsk tsk, you gotta speak darling, I cannot guess”

You should calm down and go to sleep, it’s 1am and you have work tomorrow you should definitely-

“Fuck-“ You sigh and grab his face, sealing your lips together while closing your eyes.

It doesn’t take long for that kiss to turn into a heated make out session.

You grab and pull some of his dark curls while his hands travels under his your shirt.

You break the kiss just a second to catch your breath.

“Have i ever told you you have the perfect body?” Taehyung asks

“Did I ever tell you how perfect you are??” You reply

He laughs, deep raspy laugh.

You’re too tired for this

And because you’re tired, you’re even more horny :D

Taehyung puts his hands behind your thighs and you jump, locking your legs around his waist, hands still in his hair, lips against his while carries you to the bedroom.

He leaves your lips to travel down your jaw and then collarbone. You throw your head back.

Taehyung gently lays you on the mattress of your king sized bed and makes it his personal mission to pleasure you tonight.

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hangezoeenthusiast · 3 years

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Not saying I love you (tiktok prank)

multiple x reader

word count: 972

warnings: cursing, fake crying, food mention in george, dream, quackity, and karl's, fake fainting, you calling wilbur a whore hehehe,

note: y/f/f is your favorite food. quackity's part is probably my favorite, and also i didn't have the motivation to do every single person i write. so it's just feral boys + wilbur

Dreamwastaken

“hi honey, do you need anything from walmart?” “i don’t need anything, i'll see you later.” “love you!” “byeee!”

“SAY IT BACK!” he exclaimed. “first of all, calm your ass down, and second, say what?” “ohh don’t play coy with me, say it back.” you squinted your eyes, "i still don't know what you're talking about." he crept closer to you, and closer, until he trapped you into a corner. "you better say it before i do something very bad to you." you laughed, "oh, what are going to do to me?" "i'm going to take y/f/f away from you." "HEH?!" you shouted furiously. "yep, that's right, no more y/f/f for you my dear y/n." "mkay, so that's what it's going to, well then, i'm going to take patches away from you." "NO YOU CAN NOT." he rebuked. "yes i can, i'm her other parent." he frowned, "well, at least can you say i love you?' "yeah i guess so, i hate you." you coyly smiled. "WE ARE GETTING A DIVORCE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!"

Georgenotfound

“y/n, can you get me some popcorn so we can start the movie?” “yeah sure babe, let me just get some stuff for myself.” “ok thanks, love you!” “mkay.”

he got off the bed, and walked out of your shared bedroom door, and peeked outside to see you preparing the snacks. “honey, can you come back here?” “yeah sure.” you put down the snacks you were about to carry to your guys’ bedroom, and walked towards his sulking self. “do you love me?” “yeah.” you blankly stated. “then say you love me.” he begged, trying to get some type of validation from you. “why, it’s not important.” he looked at you funny, then went to your bed and hid himself under the cover, pretending to cry. you quickly went over to the bed, and pulled off the covers. “i’m sorry love, it’s just a prank for tiktok.” “HAHA, I KNEW IT.”

Sapnap

“hey babe, i’m gonna take a shower real quick, can you pause the promised neverland for a second?” “yeah sure, but hurry up, i’m going to start it soon.” “ok, love you!” “ok.”

“say it back.” he puppy eyed you. you tried to look innocent, “what do you mean sap?” “come on, just say that you love me.” “i still don’t know what you’re talking about.” “well ok then.” he jumped on the bed, and started to tickle you, your hands trying to reach for his to stop this mini torture. “STOP!” “NEVER.” he continued, and continued, until you finally told him that you loved him. “I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, JUST STOP TICKLING ME.” he stopped and smirked, “thank you, now i’m going to take a shower.”

Wilbur Soot

“darling, say hi to chat.” “hey guys, how are you?” “they’re ok, they’re just being their regular selves.” “well i’m going out with some of my friends, i’ll be back in a few hours.” “ok lovely, love you!” “byeeee!”

he got out of his chair, and caught your hand before you went out the door. “you forgot to say something.” “no i didn’t.” he eyebrows frowned, “you don’t love me anymore is that it y/n? i knew it, i wasn’t good enough for you.” he kept on rambling on and on about how he didn’t deserve your undying love, and dramatic things like that. “wilby, calm down, it's just a tiktok prank." he smiled innocently, "yeah, i already knew that, i just wanted for you to confess." "YOU LITTLE WHORE."

Karl Jacobs

“hey darling, can you get some popcorn from the convenience store?” “yeah sure baby, do you want anything else?” “nah, i don’t really want anything more, have a good time.” “mkay, love you!” “bye my darling.”

he turned back from the door, pushing his body on the frame. "bye, love you." he repeated, expecting you to say the same. "bye karl!" he walks towards you on the couch. “hey babe, are you ok?” he asked. “yeah i’m ok, what’s wrong with you.” he pouted, “come onn, say it.” “say what?” you teased. “now you’re just being mean.” he cried out. “i’m not being mean, you’re just being stupid.” “EXCUSE ME, WE ARE BREAKING UP.” “ok, i have no problem with that.” “ok then, i’m taking your air bison.” “ok, ok, i love you too, just don’t take them away, they’re my baby.” “aren’t i your baby?” “nah this beautiful bison is :)”

Quackity

"hey babe, can you help me with this pasta?" "yeah sure, i'm practically Gordon Ramsey at this point." "oh shut up." "yeah yeah." "but thanks babe, love you!" "yeah."

"NOOOO, WHYYY!" he yelled up into the ceiling. "woah buddy, what's up with you?" you feigned ignorance as you went towards the fridge to get something to drink. "YOU ARE BREAKING MY HEART, STOP IT!" "why the fuck are you yelling?" you glared at him, your ears being blasted with unnecessary noise. "SAY IT BACK." he put the back of his hand onto his forehead, and pretended to faint, therefore landing him on the cold wooden floor. you laughed at him, not caring if he even genuinely hurt himself. "babe, calm down, it's just a stupid word." he got into a sit-up position, and placed his hand that was previously on his forehead onto his chest. "a stupid word you say, what if i was to say that you were stupid?" "well then, i would beat you the fuck up." he did a suprised pikachu face, and then got up onto his feet, "well then, i would lock you out of our room." you walked closer to him, "well if you did that, i would make you sleep outside for the whole week." "oh really?" he smirked. "oh yes really." you smiled back.

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teddy-bear-surprise · 3 years

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hi!! how are you? i seen your post about wanting to write headcannons or blurbs and i didn't know if you wanted them to be birthday related but osbddkndjdd staying up until exactly 12 am with peter and once it hits, the reader gives him a bunch of kisses & let's him now how happy she is to be with him!!!

This story is also available on AO3 and Wattpad!

Hi! Thank you so much for the request, I'm doing great today and I hope you are too <3

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Title: Midnight Birthday

Word Count: ~2.4k

Warnings: None (they joke around about poop and farts, which makes me sound immature, but I promise it’s funny and not like serious)

Context needed: Y/N

I deviated slightly from the prompt on accident, but I hope you enjoy it :)

Your phone rang loudly for the third time, prompting you to finally pick up. Normally, you would ignore everyone’s phone calls, but you realized that Peter was the one calling you. You had set a special ringtone for him, just so this wouldn’t happen, yet he still had to call multiple times just to get your attention.

“Hey, Peter! Sorry I didn’t pick up before… You know how it is, right?”

Peter chuckled on the other end of the line, “Yeah, I know. We should really come up with a better system for you. I don’t even want to imagine what would happen if there was an emergency and they had to call you. I know you can’t see me right now, but just the thought gave me goosebumps.”

You heard him shudder, “I’m sure you’re very goosebumpy, Spider-Kid.”

“Hey!” He asserted jokingly, “You know that I prefer ‘Spider-Man’, you know that. And don’t be mean to me! I’m over here calling to invite you out to dinner and this is what I get? I am beyond hurt. I will never recover.” Peter emphasized each word as sarcastically as he possibly could.

“Oh, get over yourself drama queen. Spider-Boy, Spider-Kid, Spider-Man, it’s all the same thiiinnggggg. Just take the compliment, hun. In thirty years– when you’re all old, wrinkly, and a Spider-Senior –you’ll be missing the days when people called you Spider-Kid. Now, what were you saying about dinner?”

“I said I wanted to invite you out to dinner! Were you not listening?”

You rolled your eyes and wished he could see your face right now. “I got that part, genius. I meant like what kind of dinner… Y’know, Where? When? The details, Pete, the details.”

“Oohhhh, that would make sense.” He laughed quietly, shaking his head at his own stupidity. “I was thinking that we could go to that restaurant you love, you know the one you were talking about the other day… Ummmm I think it was called Sveleka? Right? So we could go there around 7…”

Peter’s voice trailed off as he tried to remember the details of his plan and you cut in. “It’s Veselka, but that would be great, Pete. I’ll see you there at 7, love you.”

You hung up the phone before Peter even got a chance to reply. Your phone skills were rudimentary, to say the least, and it always got you into trouble. Luckily, Peter understood your bizarre hatred of phones and phone calls, allowing you to talk to him without worrying too much.

You knew that his birthday was tomorrow and you had developed a plan of your own. It was supposed to be a surprise, and the last thing you were expecting was for him to ask you out to dinner the night before his own birthday. In a way, it made you appreciate him even more, knowing that he loved you enough to randomly call you and ask you out to dinner. But now, thanks to his unexpected decision, you only had two hours to rearrange everything before meeting up with him for dinner. You stared at the giant teddy bear sitting on your bed and sighed. Even though your plan was technically easier to carry out now, you felt a twinge of annoyance about having to modify your schedule.

Originally, you wanted to sneak into Peter’s apartment, along with May’s help, and surprise him with a giant teddy bear that said “I love you” when you hugged it. Ideally, you would get there right at midnight, as the night turned from August 9th to 10th, and show him that you cared. That you cared about his birthday, his happiness, and his wellbeing.

You shook away the thought and positioned the teddy bear so that it looked like it wanted to give you a hug. In between its warm, fluffy arms, you placed a small box. This box was technically Peter’s real present. It contained a small, circular locket with one half of a glass spider and a key. In the very same box, you included a long handwritten note telling Peter how much you loved him and how proud you were of him. Once you rearranged the box and bear to your liking, you began to get ready.

The closet of your apartment was minuscule, as was the whole place, and the limited space had led you to develop a very limited wardrobe. Your outfits only consisting of basic black pieces, one dark green jacket, and three pairs of shoes. Peter always joked that he loved how your closet all looked the same, claiming that it made it easier to find you if you ever got lost in a crowd. You both knew that was far from true since everyone in Manhattan loves wearing black, but you appreciated that he was so kind about your unconventional fashion decision.

You grabbed a simple, long black skirt and a silky black tank top, changing out of your pajamas. It might have been five o’clock in the afternoon, but pajamas stayed on until you left the house. That was just the rule. While you fixed your hair and makeup, you began to worry that Peter would figure out your plan. It was a slightly irrational thought, especially since he was socially inept and on multiple occasions forgot when his birthday was. Still, the thought plagued your mind until the moment you were ready to leave.

As you walked to Grand Central station, you texted Aunt May, letting her know that the plan had changed. May had been the biggest supporter of you and Peter’s relationship from the start. Honestly, she was the only one you could trust because she was the only one who could keep both your and Peter’s identities a secret. You hopped onto the Six heading downtown, hoping that she would reply before your service completely cut out.

You: Hi, May. Peter invited me out for dinner at the last minute so we might have to rearrange a bit.

May: This is why I told you to make plans with him ahead of time, so we wouldn’t run into any bumps like this.

You: I know, sorry. I wasn’t expecting him to do this.

May: I was kind of expecting it… I made a bet with myself that he would do this and it looks like I won!

You: You bet on us?? Is this like a reoccurring thing???

May: Definitely not. That would be immature. I’d never do that.

You shook your head at your phone, laughing at how obvious it was that May bet on your and Peter’s relationship. To you, May was like a second mother, or just a really cool aunt. She seemed to understand how to be just serious enough, but not stiff. Not to mention that she was ten times nicer and more supportive of you than your actual mom.

You: I’m gonna pretend that the last part of the conversation never happened. But what I wanted to tell you was that I’m going to meet Peter for dinner around 7 at Veselka so I won’t be able to go back to my apartment and then to Peter’s in time. I just left the bear at my apartment and I’m thinking of asking Peter to go home with me after we eat, what do you think?

May: Sounds like a solid plan, kiddo. Good luck, and please don’t let Peter eat too many of those sauerkraut pierogies this time, he was gassy for two days. It wasn’t fun.

You: Thanks for the gross heads-up, May. Byeeee

You got off at Astor Place and walked in silence towards the restaurant. You were looking at the ground, head hanging low, when Peter called out to you from across the street.

“Y/N, hi!”

You looked up at him and smiled at the goofy boy waving at you. “Hi, Peter!”

Jogging across the street, you made eye contact with him. He held out a hand towards you, helping you onto the sidewalk, and embraced you. Peter kissed the top of your head softly and gave you one last squeeze before letting go.

“So, I guess we’re both early then. I gotta say that I’m shocked, Parker. I wasn’t expecting you to get here before me.”

“What can I say, I’m full of surprises.” Peter winked at you.

---

The two of you merrily ate your dinner, with Peter threatening to instigate a food fight more than once. You talked about anything and everything, by the time you two were ready to pay the bill, it was almost 11 and you were stuffed.

Peter rubbed his hand on his stomach, poking at it, “I think it would be physically impossible for me to eat any more. Like I would just spchwoooo,” he mimicked an explosion with his hands, “explode.”

“I’m just glad we didn’t order any of those sauerkraut pierogies, May said they made you all gassy last time. I don’t even want to know what would have happened if you ate those and the stuffed cabbage.”

“What?! May said that? I never get gassy. Ever.” Peter lowered his voice, “I’m literally superhuman, it takes more than some sauerkraut and cabbage to mess with this iron stomach.”

“That’s not even close to being true. You had explosive diarrhea after that burrito two weeks ago, and don’t blame the food, you were the only one out of the three of us who got sick. Did you forget that May and I had to take you to the hospital? Because I don’t think that counts as an ‘iron stomach’.”

The two of you argued about stomachs, diarrhea, and food the rest of the way to your apartment, stopping every few minutes to point out airplanes flying overhead. You insisted on walking home so you could arrive almost exactly at midnight. Plus having Spider-Man by your side was basically a guarantee of safety, even in Manhattan. Peter held your hand the whole time, swinging it like a smitten teenager. After walking nearly fifty blocks, you arrived at your apartment. You noticed that Peter seemed hesitant, only lightly resting his foot on the first step leading up the building.

“C’mon, let’s watch a movie or something. I don’t want you to leave yet.” You pouted and tugged on Peter’s hand, pulling him up into the doorway.

“Well then, I guess I’m not leaving.”

---

The two of you were cuddled on your small couch watching Buzzfeed Unsolved, Peter’s favorite show, but you weren’t paying attention. Every few seconds your eyes would dart up at the clock, waiting for the hour hand to strike 12. Peter was entranced, never letting his attention deviate from the screen, and he didn’t even notice that you weren’t looking at the TV. The minutes went by slowly and you were counting down the seconds until midnight, gripping onto Peter’s arm. He thought that you were just scared by the prospect of unsolved murders, not that you were anxiously waiting for his birthday.

The last second passed and the clock struck 12, you immediately jumped out of Peter’s embrace and turned to him. Peter sat up in shock, confused by your sudden movement. You took the opportunity to straddle him and grab his face.

“Happy birthday, My Love.”

You peppered his face with sweet kisses and his eyes widened. His body softened under your touch as a feeling of love and happiness filled his heart. Peter snaked his hands up your thighs, letting them rest on your hips, and squeezed softly. You gave him one last kiss on the lips and rested your forhead against his.

“I have a surprise for you, Birthday Boy.” You lifted yourself off of his lap and held your hand out to him.

Peter took your hand and followed you obediently, curious to see what his surprise was. You opened the door to your room, revealing the large stuffed bear and its matching box. Peter let go of your hand and excitedly ran towards your bed.

Before he could say anything, you began speaking, “I know it’s not much, and I know you probably thought that I’d have like a trail of rose petals in here or something like that. But I wanted to show you that my love for you isn’t just about our physical relationship, my love for you i-is emotional and wholesome. I love you, Peter Parker. I truly love you and I’m so happy that you’re mine. I mean, every morning I wake up, I remember that I’m dating you, and that makes me the happiest person in the world.” You reached over to the box in Peter’s hands, “So, Peter Parker, will you accept this key?”

You opened the box and Peter’s cheeks glowed red. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he nodded his head.

“Yes! I love you so much too. I- Thank you,” He paused, “Oh no. Wait, I don’t have a key for yo–”

“Pete, this is your birthday present. I wouldn’t expect you to give me a gift on your birthday, silly.”

He rambled energetically, “You’re right… I’m still going to get you a copy though. Oh my gosh. I love this so much, and is this a spider because I’m Spider-Man?! Where’s the other half? This is so cool!”

You held up your matching locket, opening it to reveal the other half. “Yep, it is because you’re Spider-Boy. The best superhero in town. And, don’t throw away the little note at the bottom. Well, don’t open it now, but if you ever need a reminder of how much I love you, just read that note.”

Peter held your hands in his and pulled you down, both of you crashing into the giant teddy bear. The second you fell onto it, it blurted a freakish, distorted “I love you”, scaring both of you. You jumped up and looked at a wide-eyed Peter.

“Y’know, maybe we don’t need the bear. I don’t really want to be on the next episode of Unsolved.”

You laughed at Peter’s joke, pushing the bear onto the ground and kissed him. His soft lips tasted like the blueberry dessert you shared and his skin was as soft as butter.

You pulled away, foreheads resting together once more. Peter whispered, “Thank you for giving me the happiest midnight birthday, darling.”

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