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Title: A Night of Sexy Sex with Paz Vizsla (April Fool’s Day Fic) Pairing: Paz Vizsla x f!Reader, mentions of Armorer x Bo-Katan Rating: NC-17 Wordcount: ~4000 Warnings: Terrible euphemisms, PIV sex, unprotected sex. Literally the worst. Overuse of the words sex and sexy. One use of the word moist. Literally this is the worst thing I have ever inflicted onto myself. Author's Note: Part of the Bulbous Salutations exchange! The point of this is to write bad smut and to make people regret having eyes. Happy April Fool’s Day, y’all. :D

*Note: By continuing past the ‘keep reading’ thingie and reading this godforsaken fic, you hereby absolve me from any financial, legal, or moral obligation to pay for your therapy. I am poor. I cannot afford therapy for myself, much less anyone else. Thank u.

You’re not quite sure how Paz worked it out, but he knows that you’re a virgin. The Mandalorian equivalent of cin vhetin. Untouched snow, pure, unmarred by another warrior's touch or love emissions. You've never even held hands with a warrior. Well, except to like, rescue someone, or something. Never bare palm-to-palm contact, though - that was beyond your comfort level.

At first, when you were younger, you wanted to wait for someone to make it worth your time. It’s not like Mandalorians are inherently attached to the idea of virginity, or anything like that. But you did want someone you could trust to help you discover sexual pleasure like in those naughty novels. The ones where the verde have their helmets up over their noses, their lips crashing together in a passionate kiss while their armor has fallen somewhere onto the floor. The ones where if you'd bought them second hand, the pages would sometimes be stuck together.

As the months and years went by, the partners you were with…they never felt quite right. It was never the right time. It was never for the right reason. And so you and your partners would move on. And now you’re at a point in life where you wonder if you’d made a mistake.

If you should have just…fucked someone and gotten it over with. Maybe it would have worked out in the end. You’ve seen the raunchy vids the verde pass back and forth during deployments (they're also passing partners back and forth, too, those lucky bastards). You’ve read all the magazines that get your panties so wet you soak them, your pants, and the seat you're sitting on. You know what sex is, technically, but you’ve never experienced it.

So it feels strange to sit with the verde and listen to their exploits, occasionally adding your opinions when you really don’t have one. You’ve never had your pussy licked until you cried and screamed. You’ve never been fucked stupid, to the point where your brain leaves your head and you can't think. And you really wish you knew what it felt like. But, like always, you go back to your room and satisfy yourself with your fingers and that giant floppy vibrating thing you bought ages ago.

Vaguely, you wonder if you should have placed that order for the glow-in-the-dark tentacle heated attachments, just in case things don’t work out here.

Now, you are standing here in front of Paz's door, wondering if you’re finally going to say goodbye to your virginity the same way Armorer said goodbye to heterosexuality when she first saw Bo-Katan. You shift your weight from one foot to the other as you wait for him to open the door. After a few moments, you hear the door click and it swings open, revealing Paz's magnificent, thick, beefy frame. It's obvious he hasn't skipped any meals or workout sessions. He's so big and broad it makes your heart flutter in your chest.

He is not wearing his armor, which explains why you did not hear his footsteps. You worry your lip with your teeth as he shuts the door behind you. Normally, you would have never just jumped into bed with someone, but when you look at Paz - all sourness and grump and bad attitude - you know he’s the right verd for the job. He’s a good man underneath all that beskargam. And kute. And everything else. Look, point is, Paz is a good person. That's all that matters to you. And he’s sexy, so. Bonus points there.

“So,” you say to him. “When you woke up this morning, did you plan on being the one to pop the vacuum seal on my buy’ce?”

Paz chokes a bit.

“That’s a unique way to phrase that.”

A grin crosses your face.

“But…no,” he confesses. “I wasn’t sure you’d want to have sex with me at all.”

“I like you,” you respond with a shrug. “And even though I know you have a kink for my type…it goes both ways, you know?”

“...what’s your kink?” he asks curiously.

“Blindfolds, obviously,” you deadpan at him. He laughs in response as he shakes his head.

“We could get married,” he says. “That way, we can…you know, see what we are doing.”

“You’re the last person I would have expected to suggest marrying just so we can fuck,” you say out loud. He shrugs in response. “Alright,” you say. You’ve done stupider things than get married to have sex. Armorer has left plenty of dents on your armor due to your stupidity. What's another dent? She's going to have to fix it regardless. You and Paz swap vows as quickly as possible.

Then you reach up to take your bucket off. Paz hesitates for a moment, and then he follows suit, lifting his helmet to reveal his beautiful face. He's got a chiseled jawline and eyes like sapphires, glimmering in the fluorescent lighting. His hair is thick and glossy, and it sways slightly. Where is that breeze coming from? Mortification fills you as you realize he's waiting for you to speak. You grin at him.

“You’re cute,” you say.

He’s more than cute - he’s downright handsome under that bucket - but you’re not going to give him any more of a reason to inflate his ego. He smiles at you. Gods, his smile is beautiful and sexy, just like the rest of him. So, so irresistibly sexy.

“You too,” he remarks, and you decide that his voice is definitely the sexiest thing you’ve heard in your life.

Paz reaches for you. You inhale reflexively as his strong hands find your arms and wrap around them, as gently as a newborn loth kitten wrapped in a blanket. Gently, he strokes up to your shoulders, and then down along your breast plate to your hips. He carefully pulls you toward him. Then, he presses his forehead to yours in a Mandalorian kiss, making your breath hitch in your throat.

That feels nice, you decide, as you relax in his embrace. Hesitantly, you touch him, feeling the warmth of his body, the hard planes of his muscle. The unyielding beskargam under your fingertips. Paz lets out a purr of delight as he dims the light to something more comfortable for the two of you. The two of you start removing each other’s armor, piece by piece.

Soon, the two of you are standing there in only your kute. Your entire body feels warm and tight. Your breathing is more rapid, and you definitely feel your pulse in your throat. When you look at the zipper on his kute, you look away. Paz catches you and pulls you in, tilting your face up to his with two gentle fingers under your chin. You close your eyes and tug on his kute, eager to have your first kiss. Paz rumbles approvingly, his breath fanning across your lips.

Your first kiss is a chaste one - a simple press of his warm, dry lips against yours. You’re not quite sure how long it’s supposed to last, so you let him take the lead. Then he presses another kiss to your lips. And again. And again. Like he's trying to tap a sentence in da-di-da with his lips against your heated skin. His lips part slightly and he tilts his head and then he starts to nibble ever so gently. It feels like he's trying to suck on your tongue or something, but whatever, it feels nice. And very sexy. His mouth opens a bit more and his tongue darts out against your lower lip.

It feels strangely good to have his hot mouth against yours, and your lips tingle as his tongue skims over them. Paz’s hands find your waist and skim upwards toward your chest. Heat fills you as he touches your breasts and tweaks your nipples through your kute, palming them like one would half-price muja fruit at a sus market stall. He pulls back slightly. The whine of protest that leaves you turns into a quiet moan as he kisses along your jaw. More heat fills you, like that one time you drank an entire bottle of tiingilar sauce on a dare.

Boldly, you reach up to undo the fastenings on his kute, inching the zipper down to reveal his chiseled pectoral muscles. Paz mirrors your gestures, never going faster than you. He carefully strips you down, his big, warm hands touching your breasts and cupping your ass. Paz guides you to the bed. Your chesticles bounce most boobily as you recline. So fucking sexy.

Paz carefully settles on the bedding with you. His weight makes the mattress dip toward the center. It’s dark in the room and you’re so shy you can’t even look in his direction. Paz catches your hand in his and guides it to his pectoral. You squeeze gently. His man titty feels so good in your hand. He flexes the muscle, making it jump in your hands.

“Touch me more,” he says. “Please?”

With shaking fingers, you touch his mountain-like shoulder, taking a moment to trace a scar across the skin there. Then your fingers drift down along his belly. It's soft, but firm, with a sparse forest of hair that dips down to his manhood area. You don’t go down too far, though - you’re not quite ready for that yet.

“Might be more comfortable if you sit on me,” Paz says. “You won’t have to lean over as much. And you’ll be in complete control, mesh’la.”

“Alright,” you whisper. He guides you onto him, your knees on either side of him, something hard and twitching against your belly. You assume it's his love Javelin missile, ready to pierce your pleasure target and explode on target. You resist the urge to look down, instead focusing your attention on the scars littering his ultra sexy skin.

“There we go,” he groans. “See, mesh’la? You can touch any part of me you want like this. I’ll just hold you and let you take your time.”

His hands settle on your hips, warm and strong as they massage your supple flesh. You continue exploring his torso, taking a moment to squeeze his nipple the same way he had squeezed yours. He inhales deep, a low noise of pleasure escaping him. You mentally file that away - he seems to like having his sexy man nipples played with. Finally, you know you’re ready to touch him there. You’re pretty sure he’s ready too. Swallowing, you work up the courage to reach out and touch his bulbous beef bayonet. It jumps against your belly and you jerk back.

“S’alright,” he says. “It’s just a little excited.”

His hand guides yours back to his cock. Swallowing, you wrap your hand around him gently. His skin is silky soft and warm, like slipping into a hot Denovian mud bath after hours of hard work. You know warriors are sensitive in this area, but you don’t know how much so. You’re afraid to hurt him, so you loosen your grip as you stroke it. Paz throbs and pulsates in your hand. It is super sexy.

“Don’t be scared, mesh’la. It won’t bite.”

His hand wraps around yours, squeezing you around him in a much tighter grip.

“Just like that,” he says. “Just like that, don’t be scared…oh yeah, just like that.”

You aren’t sure if he’s really that into it, or if he’s putting on a show for you, but you feel much better knowing that this is bringing him pleasure despite your inexperienced touch. You wrap both hands around him the same way a rath'tar wraps itself around its prey, gnawing on your lower lip as you trace the veins on his thick, meaty baby-batter shooter.

Up at the top, you find he looks a lot like the diagrams. The head is round and blunt, with a slit in the tip. A droplet of pearly white love juice gathers there. Impulsively, you swipe your finger through his creamy Sichuan daddy sauce and lick it. It’s not what you expected, but it’s not unpleasant. Paz lets out a startled groan and his throbbing purple disco stick jumps in your hand again. A very generous glob of baby gravy leaks out and onto your hand as you stroke again.

“What do you think?” he asks gently. “Does it taste good?”

Embarrassment fills your stomach.

“Uhm…yeah,” you say. “Not…not what I expected, but…uhm…it’s not bad.”

He looks delighted at your words.Then Paz grips your hip.

“Scoot forward a bit,” he urges. You obey, and your clit presses up against his fleshy pokey impregnation stick. Heat fills your entire body again. It’s so close to…there. “Move your hips - yeah, just like that, mesh’la. Do you feel it rubbing up against your little clit?”

“Y-Yes,” you whisper to him.

“Does it feel good?” he asks. “Do you feel your sweet'n'salty love juices getting my manhood all nice and slick?”

“Uh-huh,” you whimper. “Paz…I…”

“What is it, mesh’la?”

“Paz, I…I uh…I think I want it. Inside.”

“Not yet, mesh’la,” he says gently. “I want to make sure you’re really ready for it, alright?”

You nod, grinding your hips against that wet, firm ridge underneath you. His hands guide you on his girthy dipstick, and you’re too embarrassed to look at him. You can hear the wet noises of your bodies sliding together. Is it normal for that to happen? You can’t bring yourself to ask. If something isn’t right, he’ll tell you. But there's so much of it. It's all over his belly and thighs and you're pretty sure the novels didn't mention a literal tsunami of poonani juice.

“Good girl,” he rumbles up at you. “Look so good like that, mesh’la, grinding up against my flesh bes'bev like you can’t wait to have it in you. Does it feel good having it this close to your pretty little hole?"

You nod, unsure if you can even speak coherently right now.

“Every time you grind against me, I can feel you getting wetter and wetter,” he continues. “Your panty porg knows what to do with a big, hard sausage…it knows exactly where this babymaker is going to go, doesn’t it?”

A little noise escapes you.

“I bet your fingers don’t make your love channel all greedy and hungry the way my pulsating pussy plug does,” Paz says. “I bet your toys won’t feel half as good as having me all the way inside you.”

The thought of having him in there, inside your undiscovered lands, pressing up against your insides, stretching your walls the way your fingers and toys can’t, has you wild. You roll your hips again and you feel that knot in your belly break wide open. A moan escapes you, another gush of creamy coochie cum seeping out to drench Paz’s cumslinger.

Paz rolls you down onto the bed. Like this, it feels much nicer. He’s warm and strong and there’s something about the way his body covers yours like a weighted blanket. The way his hips fit between your thighs. Shyly, you turn away. Paz turns your face back to his and kisses gently. Then he works his way down, kissing your straining nip-noops and biting your hip bone.

“Oh, mesh’la,” he growls at you. “Can’t wait to taste you. Can’t wait to send your pussy into hyperdrive.”

“Uhm,” you stammer out. “T-taste?...hyperdrive???”

“Tell me,” he says roughly. “Has anyone else gotten to taste you between the legs?”

“N-No,” you whisper. “Nobody…”

“No one’s been down here at all?” he asks. “Doctor doesn’t count. No fingers, tongues, or anything else?”

“No one,” you respond. “Uhm..only my own fingers…and my toy…”

“Good girl,” he whispers, placing a kiss against your clit. “Saving it up all for me…” A whine escapes you as his tongue darts out against your aching, throbbing clit. He hums in delight. His tongue probes between your lips, sliding up and then back down. “I’m about to fucking explode, mesh’la. Gonna cum all over myself just having you in my mouth.”

He’s slurring his words. He almost sounds drunk. He licks again and again, one hand keeping your hips pinned to the bed while the other spreads your flesh folds apart. Paz’s tongue delves in deeper as another moan escapes him.

“Gods,” he rasps out, his fingers spreading you wider apart. His tongue dips inside you, making your eyes roll back as you whine. “Like that, huh? Like having my tongue in you?” He drags his tongue back up to the little helmeted warrior in a boat, where he teases you with the tip of his tongue for a few moments. Then he works his way back down.

“Fuck,” he stutters out. “All mine, only mine.”

He buries his face between your thighs, his tongue and lips working at your uber moist flower petals. He slurps and moans and purrs, sounding like a Wookie in heat. Then you feel his finger circling your unbreeched gates, your unconquered pleasure cove.

“Can I?” he asks, his eyes dark and wild as he meets yours. You nod shyly. You let out a little noise as he starts sliding his finger in. “Let me know if it’s too much for you, mesh’la. I’ll be gentle, I promise…”

He dips his head back down as he pumps his finger in and out slowly, his tongue working at your outside pleasure doorbell. He sounds like a strill eating a bowl full of protein paste, loud but kind of endearing. Then he eases a second finger into your lockbox of love. His fingers feel so good inside! Your walls begin to quiver around his thick intruding digits, squeezing each time he pulls out, milking them the way you'll eventually be milking the green milk out of his one-eyed Thala-siren.

Paz groans and slurps at your clit, drinking up your pussy nectar like a man who has been trapped in a desert for weeks and you are the only source of hydration...that line sounded much sexier in the naughty holonovel. Maybe he’s savoring the dew on your flower petals???

"So good," he slurs. "So fuckin' good, wish I could live between your legs, mesh'la."

His fingers curl inside you and press up against your swollen interior doorbell - wait, who has an interior doorbell??? He presses up against your light switch of pleasure, making you squeak with delight. As you get closer and closer, Paz's enthusiastic vocalizations get louder and louder. He plunges his fingers into you and you cry out when he fingers your wet, slippery pink taco like he's a pianist and your vag is his piano.

"Ahhh! Paz!!!" you shriek as you finally reach your peak. "YES! Ahhhh!!!"

Your walls explode around him and you finish, crying out his name as the pleasurable waves squeeze and flutter. Paz pulls his fingers out like that one guy pulling a sword out of a rock. His fingers are wrinkled and wet, like he has spent way too long in the bath. He sucks on his fingers like he's trying to suck boba through a slightly too small straw.

"So fucking good," he rasps out.

Then he crawls onto the bed with you, sliding his third leg between yours, resting it on your mound of love. It spews out a jet of white, gooey erectoplasm onto your belly. Then, locking eyes with you, Paz angles himself into you, and gently starts to push in. He feels so gigantic inside you. As he keeps inching his massive love spear into your love spear holder, you cry out passionately, your eyes rolling back inside your head.

You're not sure how, but he keeps fitting more and more of his Star Destroyer inside your humble shuttlecraft-sized hangar bay. Finally, he bottoms out, and you swear Paz's hymen hammer is poking you somewhere behind your left lung. A squeal, much like a minoch in heat, escapes you, and Paz lets out a noise like thunder as he moans and shakes. He starts to thrust slowly, his cock disappearing into you. You wonder if he's a magician because there's no way he should be able to fit inside you. Maybe he uses portals, like that one game you played once?

"Oh, fuck," he groans. "Fuck, you're gonna snap my turgid Manly Man Shaft in half, cyare. Your virgin hole is so tight I swear to Kad'Harangir it squeaks each time I pull out."

Once your slippery love tunnel starts to adjust around him, Paz starts moving faster, thrusting even deeper before, making you wonder if he's prospecting for beskar deep inside your Mines of Mandalore. So fucking sexy. The bed rocks and shakes with each devastating thrust into you - you swear you can hear the frame clattering each time it lifts off the ground. The headboard slams into the wall over and over, and a bit of drywall dust falls into your eyes, making them water up.

"Don't cry," Paz croons. "I bet it feels good, doesn't it?"

You're being fucked too stupid to respond, so you settle for a high-pitched grunt/whine.

"Look at you taking this trouser snake," he groans. "Pounding so deep into you it makes your belly bulge - "

You wipe some of the drywall dust out of your eye and look down. Yup, definitely. Each time he thrusts into you, you can see the tip of his cock in your abdomen, as if his helmeted sausage soldier is trying to get your attention. Your pulsating pussy starts to pulsate even more, squeezing around his cock like a warm, wet, velvety fist trying its best to squeeze his soul out through his pipi. Paz grunts and groans, his hips slapping against yours wetly. Vaguely, you can hear someone hammering on the wall.

" - it's three in the fucking morning, you dipshits! KEEP IT QUIET - "

The two of you ignore the other person and keep going. You scream as you orgasm around his cock. Pure electricity shoots through your entire body. Just like that one time you were trying to plug your data pad in to charge, but the charger was under your bed, so you were going at it blind, and you ended up touching the electrical prongs by accident. Your bearded clam gushes its sweet and salty clam juices, mixing with his pre-cum to create sex chowder, and you can feel the dampness spreading underneath you like high tide at love time as Paz just keeps hammering away.

"Cyare," Paz bellows. He roars like a hungry Wookiee. Or maybe that was more of an angry Wookie? Horn-gry??? "Oh, cyare! I’m gonna impregnate you! I’m gonna knock you up so many times the Mandostork is gonna stop coming to our Tribe!”

"PaaaAAAaZZZ!" you wail. "Ahh! Aaaa ~ Oh nhhh ah ah yessss! ~ ♡♡♡ ~ harder harder harder!!!!!!!!1!"

He keeps hammering into you. You're not sure if the pounding noise is the bedframe against the floor or if your neighbor is trying to beat the door down. But, again, the two of you ignore them, and Paz goes into hyperdrive. He's fucking into you so hard and fast his bald-headed buir maker is a blur inside you as it pistons and churns your insides into a pre-orgasmic puddle of goo. More and more of your beautiful, bountiful bajingo broth coats your thighs, his thighs, and the bed.

Your wails grow louder and louder as another orgasm starts to descend upon you.

" - please for the love of Kad'Harangir, Arasuum, and the Two Sisters - "

You climax again for the fifth or sixth time that night. He moans and grunts.

"You're so tight you're cutting off circulation to my diiiick," Paz hisses. "Gonna cum again - "

With another deafening roar, Paz finishes, his heat-seeking meat missile shooting jets of man cream into your penis fly trap like a Mandalorian quasar of love. He just keeps cumming, filling you so much that your nether regions can no longer hold it back. His weiner sauce sprays out, coating the bed in millions of fallen future Mandalorian warriors. He groans. With an obscene slurp, he pulls out. His cock is still half-hard, rising proudly above the forest of pubes, like a really tall cylindrical volcano spewing white magma. He puts his hands on his hips and smirks.

"Did you enjoy yourself, cyare?"

"Yes, Paz!" you exclaim as you collapse on the bed.

He smirks and joins you on the bed.

"When can we have round two?" you simper up at him.

Paz's massive long dong beskar starts to stiffen. It stands at attention like a proud warrior would. It glistens in the dim light. He smirks.

"How about now?" he asks.

You giggle and pull him down onto you for a night of super sexy, passionate baby-making.

A special thank you to my husband for “creamy Sichuan daddy sauce”.

#star wars #the mandalorian #paz vizsla x f!reader #paz vizsla #romance #aprilfoolssmutfic #april fools #crack

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justapurrcat · 2 years

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Crush Tingle | p.b.p.

Pairing: college!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Excerpt: “Ever since you’d told him you found his drunk persona to have so much in common with them, penguin compilations had become one of his favourite things to watch in dead moments. He claimed he was doing it so that he could take notes in order to keep your interest alive. And also because he wanted to find out what you had seen in him that made you decide you wanted him to be the one who would make your leg pop.

But those cute memories weren’t enough to chase away the cloud that was coming together in your mind, nor to fill the pit that was forming in your stomach.”

Sequel to Baby Penguins and Popping Legs

Word Count: 10.120k

Warnings: English not being my first language, possible typos, fluff, some angst bc it’s me, stupid dialogues, mentions of sex, reader has issues, NWH spoilers, Tom!Peter (aged up)

A/n: Okay, so, I usually don’t take requests bc I’m slow af, but this one was so cute I just couldn’t resist!!!

“i hate to admit that i loved the spider vow… maybe i’m weird too 🤭 anyway idk if request r open buuuttt if they r then could i request a college!peter parker x reader w major domestic fluff but maybe jealous reader is thrown in?? bc every girl on campus is in love w peter parker👀”

To whoever requested this, thank you and I’m sorry it took so long. I hope you’ll like this and that you don’t mind me turning this into a sequel, it’s just that I felt inspired... but it can be read on its own, I promise! Thank you again for sending this! 💜

Penguin Crush Masterlist

Peter Parker Masterlist

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You buried your face in the curve of your boyfriend’s neck, basking in the warmth radiating from his body, through the thin fabric of your shirts – that both belonged to him, to be precise – and letting his pleased giggle brush over your ears.

It had become the norm for the two of you, chilling and cuddling on your bed like this, forgetting that an actual living, breathing World, filled with pain and unspeakable things, existed outside of your room, outside the boundaries of your skins...

You didn’t know if you had something to do with it, but ever since you’d met him, Peter Parker was less alone. Like a switch had been turned on, he had started to talk to more people, making more friends, never failing to include you. He kept his back straighter and held his head up higher, talked more, laughed more.

He seemed happier.

Right now, he was lying on his stomach, with you on top of him, your chest pressed against his back and your legs tangled together, a warm and fuzzy blanket shielding your bodies from the cold.

Peter was watching a video on his phone, and you were too busy leaving small kisses on his exposed skin to care about everything else, but a notification sound caught your attention, and before you could stop them, your eyes were already instinctively flickering to the screen, a bunch of glitter and pink and red hearts exploding in your vision.

‘Thank u so much, Pete! U saved me with the latest assignment! U’re the best! I owe u!!!’, the preview read, amongst all those extra saccharine emojis.

Cindy Moon.

Again.

Your boyfriend opened the chat, typing a quick ‘No prob, Cin!’, followed by a couple of thumbs up, and immediately going back to watch his interrupted ‘goofy baby penguins’ video.

Ever since you’d told him you found his drunk persona to have so much in common with them, penguin compilations had become one of his favourite things to watch in dead moments. He claimed he was doing it so that he could take notes in order to keep your interest alive. And also because he wanted to find out what you had seen in him that made you decide you wanted him to be the one who would make your leg pop.

But those cute memories weren’t enough to chase away the cloud that was coming together in your mind, nor to fill the pit that was forming in your stomach.

In moments like that, forgetting wasn’t so easy anymore. Not when the World caved in, making you aware of how better than you he could do...

You adverted your eyes from the screen, mentally scolding yourself for invading his privacy like that. Peter always told you he didn’t care, sometimes he would casually ask you to check on his notifications when he couldn’t. You still remembered the absolute shock of the first time he’d handed you his phone, while he was fixing his suit. He’d told you his password like it was the most normal thing ever.

And you also remembered the two hours he had spent kissing your tear-stained cheeks and holding you close, helping you recover from your panic attack, and making you realize that his password was the day he had met you for the first time, on Give Everyone You Meet a Flower Day, the holiday you had come up with just to talk to him.

But old habits were hard to die, and so was a cheating asshole who would yell at you for even daring to touch his ringing phone to bring it to him while he was showering.

With a heavy heart, you rolled off of him, resting on your back, staring at the ceiling. You could already tell what would come next and you didn’t want to see it.

Peter’s head snapped in your direction, the sudden lack of your reassuring weight on top of him causing him to feel exposed, and not in a good way. Maybe he was just being dramatic – no, he told himself, he was sure he was being dramatic –, but he felt like something could attack him any second now, like he’d just lost something vital to him...

“What’s going on?”, he asked, trying to chase away those dark thoughts, like the mere act of associating them with your person could turn out to be harmful for you.

Without daring to look at him, you closed your eyes like you wanted to sleep. “Nothing”, you dismissed it under your breath. “Just tired.”

One of the downsides of having a boyfriend with heightened senses was that you couldn’t hide anything from him, all of your lies getting debunked in a heartbeat only because a damn radioactive spider couldn’t mind his own business.

It wasn’t that you liked lying to him, but sometimes you just wished you had that special ability: the poor boy already carried so much on his shoulders without the burden of your cheap drama, there was no need for you to bring him down even more.

“I want a girlfriend, y/n, not a ball and chain.”

Shit, you thought to yourself. Not fucking ‘Colin The Cheater’ again.

You had a perfect boyfriend, miraculously carved out of dream material, you loved him and you were happy, why the fuck couldn’t that stupid idiot leave you alone at once?

Of course, Peter sensed your internal turmoil and, even if he couldn’t quite understand what it was about, he knew that there was something bothering you. Without wasting another second, he covered your body with his, placing his leg between your thighs and burying his face in your hair, determined to get your attention.

“Peter”, you groaned in what you so badly wanted to be an annoyed tone, while, in fact, you were fighting the instinct to wrap your arms around his torso to keep him there and never let him go. “Get off.”

“Could you give me a hand with that?”, he asked innocently, pairing the question with a chaste kiss right below your ear, making you suck in a sharp breath.

So much for innocence, he was one-hundred percent aware of what he was doing.

“I mean it”, you muttered unconvincingly, your heart shamelessly using your ribcage as a drum, your hands itching to touch him. “You’re crashing me.”

“I thought you liked being crashed”, Peter countered, nuzzling the side of your neck, captivated by how wild your pulse could get due to his proximity. He found it hard to believe sometimes, but that didn’t take away from the fact that he definitely enjoyed having this effect on you.

You remained silent, but your body was speaking volumes and Peter never failed to turn them all up. “You seemed quite happy last night.” To reinforce his point, he rubbed his thigh against your core, the tiny whimper that fought its way out of your lips sounding like the most angelic symphony to his ears.

“... and this morning, too–AAAH!!!” His cheeky remarks got suddenly interrupted by a pained scream that caused his voice to go up an octave and him to jump back so violently he ended up with his ass on the ceiling, supporting himself on his bare hands and feet as he looked at you in complete shock.

“W-why?”, he croaked out, his big round eyes and the squeaky sound summoning in your mind the image of an abandoned and beaten-up puppy, which made you hate yourself a bit for pinching his side to get him off of you.

Girlfriend of the Year, y/n, great job.

A wave of guilt washed over you and you physically couldn’t hold his stare any longer, so you sat up and rested your back against the headboard, letting the blanket gather around your calves. “Told you”, you grumbled. “You were crashing me.”

Peter landed gracefully on the bed in his signature spider-pose, hoping this would get a laugh out of you like all the other times and his heart broke a little not only when he saw it didn’t, but that you didn’t even consider him. However, he wasn’t going give up like that. “That’s so mean...”, he complained with a playfully hurt tone.

You kept your gaze down, everything about your body language screaming defence, his second attempt failing miserably. “I was literally gasping for air.”

“You literally weren’t”, he pointed out, poking at your knee.

“Whatever”, you scoffed, getting out of bed and making a beeline towards the door, headed to the kitchen. You didn’t spare him a single glance. “I’m hungry.”

Shit.

You flipped over the bread with such energy it almost fell out of the pan and ended up on the floor. Clicking your tongue in irritation, you did your best to move a bit more carefully.

You were mad. And embarrassed because you were mad. And stupid. You felt – no, you were – so fucking stupid you wanted to bash your own head against the nearest wall. And, most importantly, you were a shitty girlfriend, undeserving of the affection of the exceptional specimen Peter Benjamin Parker was.

“Darling...”, you heard his voice coming from behind you, his figure appearing in your field of vision, but you still kept your eyes down, your lips stubbornly sealed.

“Darling, what’s wrong?”, he tried again, cautiously wrapping his arms around your waist, looking for any sign of discomfort coming from you. When, despite your surly attitude, nothing seemed to alter his senses, he grew a bit bolder, holding you close and pressing his chest against your back, leaning his chin on your shoulder.

You relaxed immediately, melting into his reassuring touch and closing your eyes as you let him gently sway you from side to side. “Nothing’s wrong”, you finally murmured.

Peter lightly bumped his nose against your cheek. “Yes, it is.”

“I hate that sense of yours, sometimes”, you scowled.

His hands found their own place in yours, your fingers intertwining spontaneously. “Are you sure you hate it?”, he questioned and you knew exactly what he was alluding to. God, he could be such a cheeky shit when he wanted...

“I said sometimes”, you specified, lowering your defences, allowing him to slowly start to erase the bad thoughts clouding your mind.

Satisfied with your reaction, Peter hummed in your ear, his lips ghosting over your temple and delivering little pecks along your hairline. “So...”, he purred. “You wanna tell me what’s troubling y–”

“THE BREAD!!!”, you yelled, the unpleasant smell of something burning invading your nostrils all at once and causing you to freak out. And you weren’t the only one who almost risked a heart attack.

Your poor boyfriend immediately let go of you, taking a huge jump back and almost tripping on his own feet, the sound of your alarmed voice still echoing in his ears. He was so worried he might’ve unintentionally done something to hurt you that it took him a while to understand what was going on.

Meanwhile, you had literally thrown yourself onto the stove, turning it off, removing the pan and emptying it in a plate in what, in Peter’s eyes, appeared like one single chaotic and yet incredibly smooth motion.

“Shitshitshitshitshit...” You picked up the two slices to check the damage, using only the pad of your fingers to avoid getting burned, then, facing your defeat, you grabbed a knife and slowly, but steadily, began scraping off the burnt surface of the bread.

Peter observed you for a few moments, then tried to speak up again. “Baby...”

You didn’t stop, not even to look at him. “Mh?”

“It’s burnt...”

“So what?”, you plainly shot back with a shrug of your shoulders. “I’m getting rid of the burnt part.”

He extended a tentative hand towards you, hoping you would listen to him. “You could get cancer from it.”

“We can only pray”, you spat without thinking, and you instantly regretted it as soon as your brain restored its connection to your mouth.

For a moment, everything seemed to stop, and it wasn’t a sweet rom-com cliché, but the literal calm before the storm, the quietest moment of peace before the terrifying roar of a mountain about to crumble down.

Peter’s hand didn’t get to touch you, as if trapped by some invisible force that kept it suspended in the air, just a fragment of inches away from your skin. His face dropped, shock emptying his eyes and filling them with confusion first and with dread immediately after. There was no need for him to vocalize what was going through his mind right now.

He already knew.

After all, how couldn’t he? It was you who had told him and his senses had caught up on more – way more – than what just your voice had put into words.

Just like every single thing in that room, you seemed to be motionless as well, your hands still holding the bread and the knife, your gaze fixated on the plate, but not really seeing it, tears burning in the back of your throat, fighting to get to your eyes.

“y/n.”

You flinched imperceptibly – for the sight of a normal person, at least – at his tone, rushing to apologize. “I’m sorry.”

“You know I don’t like it when you joke about that.”

“I know.” You kept your head low, setting everything down. Your hands were starting to shake and the last thing you needed was to make another mess in the kitchen of your dorm. “I know”, you repeated. “I’m sorry.”

Although your heart was rushing, you felt like you were freezing, chills traveling down the curve of your spine and taking possession of your entire being, annihilating all your senses.

“I don’t wanna lose you–”

“You won’t”, you let out in a faint whisper. “I’m sorry...”

“Are you okay?”

It was like hundreds of little threads of liquid ice were wrapping themselves around you, locking you inside of your body, isolating you in a dark, lonely prison. “I’m okay.”

“You sure?”

“Positive”, you confirmed, the syllables tasting bitter on your tongue. You almost didn’t hear your own voice, feeling helpless, getting more and more lost by the second. You were on the edge of a ravine, only one last thing clear in your mind before you could fall in. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying that.” Peter didn’t waste a second, wrapping his arms around your trembling figure as tight as he could, like branches of ivy growing over you. An ivy that pulled you away from the void, an ivy of fire that burned without scorching, instantly melting all the ice that had taken over you.

You quivered, releasing a grateful hum, his presence slowly rebuilding your surroundings, his soothing voice giving rhythm to your breaths, his light-feather touches moulding you back into existence, the webs of his love pulling your broken pieces back together.

“I’ll take care of it, okay?”, he offered, placing a delicate kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering on your skin for a bit longer than necessary.

“You don’t have to...”, you tried to object.

“I want to.” He lovingly cupped your face, tilting your head back so that you would look at him, the warmth hidden in those chocolate irises being all you needed. “Now, sit back and let me treat my girlfriend.”

You let him guide you towards the table and sit you back on one of the chairs, then simply observed him as he moved around the kitchen, finding yourself to be getting more and more enamoured with him and his funny little chef antics – even though he interrupted them every now and then to come and ask for a kiss. You loved him so much you didn’t think it was possible... and yet there you were, taking in the view of the boy who’d just saved you from the beginning of a panic attack, making heart eyes at him even when he wasn’t looking.

“Here, M’lady”, Peter announced, setting the plate down and taking the seat right next to you, placing his elbows on the table.

The recipe was extremely easy – nothing more than bread with oil, dice tomatoes and cucumbers, tipped with a sprinkle of chopped basil –, and maybe Peter found it kinda hard to see the appeal of it, but you liked it and, most importantly, it reminded you of home. He had learned how it had become a symbol of your childhood, evoking happy memories in you.

“Thank you”, you uttered softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek one more time. You offered him some, but he said he was fine, and just like you had watched him prepare food for you a few minutes before, he observed you eat that same food with a tender expression on his face.

You were halfway through the second slice of bread when Peter felt comfortable to try again. “Darling...” His fingers brushed along your arm and you turned towards him, mouth closed because you were still eating, but eyes inviting him to say more, assuring him that you were listening.

“Do you wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

You gulped, and not only because you were done chewing. “Nothing’s wrong”, you declared, sounding like a broken record.

Peter considered your words, looking like he was lost in his thoughts. “You don’t wanna tell me”, he spoke after a while, but there was no sign of resentment in his tone. “It’s okay”, he kept going, standing up and making his way towards your bedroom.

Your confused gaze remained glued to his figure until he got out of the door. “What are you...?” Placing the food down on the plate, you were about to go check on him, but you didn’t even have the time to take a step after getting up from the chair, that he was already back in the room, his mask covering his head.

“Tell Spider-Man, then.”

Your jaw dropped on the floor and you stared at your favourite adorkable human being for a good ten seconds, before the corners of your mouth curled up into a grin. There was no point in hiding it, so you did nothing to stop them. “Idiot.”

“Your idiot”, he corrected you, pretending to shoot a web at you like he was trying to guide you into his arms.

A giggle erupted from your throat and you closed the distance between your bodies, taking the mask off and stuffing it in his back pocket and then letting him engulf you in a hug and resting your head on his shoulder, his heartbeat resonating in your ears and vibrating in your chest.

“Seriously, baby...”, he mumbled, his hands moving up and down your back, caressing your skin through the fabric, cuddling you just the way you liked. “Have I done something?”

You shook your head, pressing yourself even more against him. “No, Peter.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No!”

Your head shot up and thank whoever first came up with the idea of studying radioactive spiders, because hadn’t it been for them, your boyfriend wouldn’t have been able to dodge you, ending up with an excruciating pain in his chin.

“You’re perfect. You’re the most perfect boyfriend I could wish for”, you reassured him, clinging to his shoulders with an urgency that took you both by surprise. “How could I ever be mad at you?”

That question worried Peter even more and he raised a hand to cup the side of your face, his arm still draped around your waist. “Then what is it?”

Teeth sinking down on your lower lip to the point where they almost drew blood, you understood that there was no going back now.

“Why are you not mad at me?”

Of all the things you could’ve come up with, Peter wasn’t certainly expecting that. “I’m not sure I follow...”

“Peter.” With a sigh, you gently freed yourself from his hug, his hands struggling a bit to let go of your – his – shirt and, even after they did, still instinctively reaching out for you before they fell at his sides.

“You’re an amazing guy”, you said, gesturing at him, a fond look in your eyes. “You’re kind, you go off your way to help people, you’ve got a smile that could light up this whole town, a brain that could solve three quarters of the issues in this fucking World, you beat a sorcerer using math...” Without realizing it, more or less on the second point of your list, you had begun to mindlessly pace back and forth, back and forth, like a restless soul. “You’re like this genius puppy-eyed sexy super-hero–”

“... did you just call me a dog?”

You turned to face him again as if you hadn’t even heard him. “And I’m highly suspicious”, you began, but felt the sudden need to correct yourself. “No, I’m certain that everyone who sees you wants you... and I cannot think–”

“Whoawhoawhoaholdonholdonholdon”, Peter interrupted you, and you had no trouble imagining a question mark of gigantic dimensions drawing itself onto the canvas of his features. He was that expressive, another one of the innumerable reasons that had left you no choice but to fall for him.

“Everyone?”, he echoed you, convinced he might’ve misheard. Kinda hard for an individual with enhanced-hearing, but not impossible, right? “What are you–?”

“Yes, everyone”, you reinforced the concept, and this time your eyes were boring into his, the intensity threatening to drill two holes in his skull.

“Oh, come on...” The spectre of a laugh rose from his throat and quickly died on his lips when he saw that you didn’t join him and didn’t seem to plan on doing it. That you were still looking at him in the same way, with that tenderness that had stolen his heart.

That you weren’t joking.

“y/n, that can’t be”, he tried to talk some sense into you.

You tilted your head to the side, arching an eyebrow. “Really?”, you asked, and you weren’t mad or sarcastic, but genuinely puzzled. “You’re a walking polygraph, but you can’t find out if someone has a crush on you?”

But, like a well-structured and solid script, Peter had the perfect comeback for that. “Need I remind you that we waltzed around each other for months like we were in a dragon courtship dance–”

The analogy left you speechless for a moment. “Wow, you really did ignore the Viking dance and went straight for the dragon one...”

“It’s the one everyone remembers, let’s be honest”, he explained quickly and you couldn’t reply a thing, finding no flaw in his logic. “Only because neither of us could understand our feelings were reciprocated?”, he went back to his original point.

You looked down on your fiddling hands, recognizing that, other than the dragon thing, he was right on this too.

Peter pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a long breath and letting it out before he dived into one of the most humiliating memories of his life. But it was for you. “Darling, I had to throw up in front of you so that we could get a moment alone...” He cringed at his own behaviour, the embarrassment enflaming his cheeks and ears. “... and it wasn’t even part of a genius plan I had come up with...”, he continued. “It was just me being an idiot. I only got lucky things turned out the way they did.”

Once again, you said nothing, but a nostalgic smile found its way to your lips, guided by the surfacing memories of that crazy, yet unbelievably cute night.

“That was the textbook definition of the ‘idiots to lovers’ fic you could write for a Valentine Bingo event, following the prompts of college, bed sharing and meet ugly”, he described without batting an eyelash and, despite the scarily painful accuracy, you still scrunched your nose a bit at his choice of words.

You didn’t know how to explain it, but for a moment, Peter didn’t sound like... well, Peter. Surprisingly enough, he looked just as lost.

“That was unnecessarily specific, but I’m gonna choose not to question any of it”, you eventually broke the spell, coming out of that weird impasse.

“Wise choice”, Peter agreed, energetically moving his head up and down as if that could help him get rid of that unusual sensation. “I honestly don’t even know why I phrased it like that...”, he trailed off, then, shook his head to definitely snap out of it. He was on duty: his girlfriend needed him, he could not get distracted like that.

“What I’m trying to say is...” He slowly walked up to you again, moving a rebel lock away from your forehead. “I can’t even tell if the person I like likes me back...”, the gesture then was followed by the tip of his finger tracing the profile of your nose, that ended with a final boop he knew would make you chuckle. And it did.

“How could I ever notice it in someone I have no interest in?”

Your eyes fluttered shut for a few moments as you surrendered to his touch. You had made the choice to date an idiot that was incredibly smart, you had no one to blame but yourself. “Touché...”, you conceded, not resisting the urge to play with the collar of his shirt.

“But I’m curious now. Spill the tea.”

You stared at him without understanding, perplexity evident on your face.

“The names”, Peter clarified with an encouraging look. “I want the names.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “You sound like a hitman.”

“Well...”, he smirked proudly. “I’m your boyfriend, so I was certainly capable of hitting on you.”

You said nothing in return, and what followed was nothing but an embarrassing silence that gave him all the time he needed to process what had just come out of his mouth.

Peter gritted his teeth and squinted his eyes like someone had just stabbed him, the reflection of his stupid face in your pupils getting almost unbearable to witness. “... that was an extremely bad joke, wasn’t it?”, he asked, not really expecting an answer. He didn’t slap himself only as a pathetic – useless – attempt to preserve some dignity. “Please, don’t break up with me because of that”, he pleaded with you. “You have all the rights to do it, and I would understand if you did, but please don’t.”

You walked past him, lightly hitting his hip with yours in the process. “You’re lucky I love you so much I would take a bullet for you, you idiot”, you scoffed, circling the table and grabbing your plate to bring it to the sink.

“And I’m thanking my good star every day”, Peter assured you with a sense of relief, following you and leaning back against the counter. “Not only because of that, but also because you’ll never have to do it.”

You shook your head, biting back a cackle, and once again offered him the food. This time, he took it, eagerly devouring it as you washed the dishes and let them to dry. “So?”, he prompted you after you were done, hitting your elbow with a barely perceptible nudge. “Come on, angel, talk to me...”

You lowered your head with a mild nod, then sat on the counter right next to him, hunched over yourself with your intertwined hands resting on your thighs.

“... Cindy Moon.”

The name rolled off your tongue with difficulty, the bitter taste filling your mouth a sharp contrast to the actual sweet nature of your absolute first girl-crush ever. Her voice sounded as silky as her hair looked, and you had spent several weeks of extremely confused dreams, where you couldn’t quite place whether you wanted yours to look just the same or if you wanted to run your fingers through hers as she laid her head on your chest.

A big emotional turmoil for your little and suspiciously demi brain.

“Cindy?”, Peter wondered, then his eyes widened like he’d just remembered something. “You know, it’s curious that you’re mentioning her, she just tested me – I was with you when I got it – and...” He had started to tell you this like he would’ve told you an amusing anecdote, but realization dawned on him with the strength of a slap across the face. “Oh...”

Your head sunk between your shoulders. “Yeah...”

“B-but...”, he stuttered, struggling to make all these new notions make some sense. “She was talking about the assignment...”

“I get the feeling that if you check your phone again the situation might be different”, you suggested, completely giving up.

“What?”, he gaped.

“Remember my fifth sense? I also call it my crush tingle.” You tapped your temple, forcing yourself to joke about the situation, hoping this would help make it hurt a bit less. It went without saying that it didn’t work.

“Darling, I love you”, Peter cooed reassuringly, taking his phone out of his pocket and showing you the battered screen as he opened the chat, confident that this would put you at ease. “But that can’t be possible, don’t you–”

The rest of his sentence died in his throat as soon as he read the content of Cindy’s latest message.

‘How about a coffee tomorrow after class? I’d like to see you... without books between us, for once... or maybe more than just once.’ The words were followed by a myriad of winks and little faces blowing kisses.

You tiredly raised your head to meet his upset gaze, the fact that you were being proved to be right doing nothing to make you feel better. A girl with a bone structure you could only wish for in your wildest dreams was flirting with your boyfriend. If anything, he should’ve been the one celebrating for that.

At first, it was like Peter had just caught on fire, a bright scarlet red spreading like oil under the pale sea of his skin... and then, all at once, every pigment of colour drained from his entire face. “O-oh...”, was all he managed to say.

You gave his shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Told you...”, you breathed out.

“So... that’s the reason behind all those little hearts?”, he deduced, incredulity dripping from every letter. “It always messed with my head me how much she would put in a single message”, he observed as she scratched the back of his neck, glaring at the incriminated emojis. Then he shut the phone and carelessly threw it on the counter, adding a new crack to the already exposition-worthy collection. “But darling, I don’t like her that way–”

“And then there’s Gwen Stacy”, you cut him off, her huge green eyes shining from below her perfectly kept fringe appearing into your vision.

Green...

Like her favourite green skirt that showed off her perfect long legs. The one she loved to wear anytime she knew Peter would be around. Like the ribbon she once had wrapped around your wrist, saying that colour looked great on you as she kissed your cheek.

“Gwen?” The poor boy was doing his best to collect his racing thoughts, looking for any sign he might have misread. “I don’t understand, she invited us over...”, he recalled, desperately wanting you to support this version. “She said we were going to get Brazilian...”

You pulled your knees up to your chest, with the illusion this could make you smaller. “No, Peter...”, you corrected him in a mumble. “She invited you over. And she is going to get a Brazilian.”

“What does it mean?”, he asked you, thanking God that he had the support of the counter, because he had the fear his legs could betray him anytime soon.

You winced at the imaginary pain, and also at what you were about to reveal to your utterly devastated boyfriend. “That she’ll get a full wax between her legs.” You hesitated to continue... but then, your stupid coping mechanism of making jokes about something that was making you suffer got the best of you. “Guess, in some way, she does want you to taste something Brazilian–”

“Oh my God, stop!”, Peter shrieked, covering his ears and getting away from you, like that could help him escape the image you had summoned in his mind.

Heart sinking in your chest, you watched him walk miles in that small kitchen, sometimes not even realizing that he was walking up the walls and the ceiling, and getting down only when, looking back at you, he saw that you were upside-down. “That’s why she was winking at me while she was saying it!”, he gasped, stopping in the middle of the room like a helpless fawn caught in headlights.

Tilting your head to the side, you offered him a sympathetic smile. A smile that however, didn’t reach your eyes and he saw it.

Then a doubt came to Peter’s attention, a doubt that sparked a new hope inside of him. “B-but... isn’t she dating Harry Osborn?”

It was just a miracle that you managed to hold back a whine, not wanting to overload him even more, but the comment came out before you could stop it. And, even if you’d succeeded at that, he would’ve easily read them in your expression. “Speaking of the devil...”

“Harry?” His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, his voice sounding like the one of an excited teenager who was screaming the name of their idol. Peter seemed to notice that as well, composing himself before he opened his mouth again. “Harry likes me?”, he asked you, a hand splayed onto his chest. “Are you for real?”

Oh well, at least this hadn’t shocked him. “To say that he worships the ground you walk upon would be more accurate.”

His lips formed a perfect circle, eyes scanning every inch of your face. “How do you know?”

“He told me”, you admitted shyly. “A couple days after the party, to be precise.”

It was one of your most vivid memories up until now, every detail forever engraved in your brain: starting with how he had approached you, calling you a ‘lucky bitch’, passing through how calmly he had confessed everything to you, and ending with his sincere congratulations and the promise he wouldn’t interfere, but also letting you know that in case you ever wanted to do something fun together with him and Gwen, all you had to do was shoot him a text and they would’ve been more than ready.

You knew that Harry was trying to be nice in his own, very personal way, but ever since that day, you just hadn’t been able to shake that feeling off. He and Gwen were so attracted to your boyfriend that they would’ve been willing to tolerate your presence – even to have sex with you –, as long as they could get him in their bed...

“But he was the one who suggested me to drink to find the courage to talk to–”, Peter objected, before interrupting himself again. “Oh.”

“He told me that, too”, you mentioned, chewing on your lower lip. “He said he wanted you to be happy. But that he also wanted to get some sort of little revenge for himself”, you concluded with a shrug.

Classical Harry.

“That’s...” Blushing, he moved a rebel curl behind his ear, beaming like a schoolgirl. Or like Debby Ryan. “Oh my God...”

“Right?”

“I’m... flattered... eighteen-year-old me would’ve thrown his boxers at him, though.” He allowed himself to get lost in that little fantasy for a few seconds, and honestly? You couldn’t really blame him. Harry Osborn might have been a jerk, but at least he was a hot jerk.

“It’s not too late...”, you joked humourlessly.

“Sorry. I’ve found someone else I like throwing my boxers at”, he replied with a wink, stepping out of that daydream in no time. As pleasant as it was, he enjoyed this reality more. He made his way back to you, leaning in for a kiss. “I like throwing my whole incredibly expensive suit at you, actually.”

“No Spider-Man sex jokes”, you frowned, raising your hand to stop him. “We’ve talked about this.”

Peter simply settled for pressing his lips against your palm. “Right”, he agreed, fingers encircling your wrist as he moved your hand to hold his cheek. “Only Spider-Man sex”, he grinned wickedly at you, the action spreading warmth all over your body. He felt it, and it meant you had caved in. “So?”

“So what?”, you questioned dumbly.

“Your point?”

“My point?” You blinked repeatedly. Hadn’t you already told him everything he wanted to know? “What do you mean?”

“Darling, you just made a list of people who you claim want me”, he explained with the patient of a saint. “Your point?”

“You could... have any of them, if you wanted”, you sighed. “Even two at once, I think Harry and Gwen might have some poly situation going on, but I’m not that sure, I might need to ask them...”

“y/n”, Peter cut your rambling off, hands finding your knees and massaging them gently. “Your point.”

“My point is...” You couldn’t resist placing a feather-light to his knuckles, fearing that this could be one of your last chances. You were about to open his eyes, showing him a new horizon, an inviting road paved with precious gems that shone bright. So much brighter than the rough stone he was dealing with at the moment. “With all of them around you...” Your voice faltered a little and you had to clear your throat, scared it would break.

“... why on Earth would you settle for me?”

“S–” The movement of his hands halted and he took them off of you. “Settle for–”, he wheezed, like he was in the middle of a respiratory crisis, backing away until he bumped into the table, his now out of control inhumane strength pushing it against the wall.

Neither of you seemed to care, though, Peter being overwhelmed by the bomb you had just dropped upon him and you drowning in worry and guilt.

“Are you okay?”, you fretted, hopping off the counter.

“I need to sit down”, Peter whimpered, pale as a ghost and blindly reaching behind himself and slumping in a chair as soon as he found it. “I really wish I could get drunk right now. Like, absolutely wasted.”

You stood there awkwardly, watching him as he inhaled and exhaled, gripping his hair and tugging at the roots, leaving you torn between wanting to comfort him and being scared that it would only stress him more. Luckily, he seemed to recover quite rapidly.

“The drunk me you met at that party? I need him back”, he said, looking a bit more relaxed and even surprising you with a laugh. A forced and honestly quite dry one, but still a laugh. He beckoned you closer, hugging your waist and resting his forehead against your abdomen.

“The drunk you who straight up told me he was Spider-Man when he wasn’t supposed to tell anyone?”, you remarked, as your fingers found their legit place, tangling themselves through his curls and Peter mewled contently at the feeling of your nails lightly scraping his scalp, then took a deep breath.

He loved it so much when you didn’t wear those heavy perfumes that messed with his senses and made his head spin – and not in the good way. They covered the delicate scent of your skin, the one of your body soap. Violets had become his favourite flowers because of it. Well, also because of it.

“Yeah, that guy”, he grumbled. “I need him to deal with this nonsense for me.” He raised his head to give you an eye roll, but his playfulness vanished just as quickly as it had been restored.

“Oh no...” He pouted, touching the spot between your eyebrows. “I know this wrinkle. There’s more, isn’t it?”

Caught red-handed, you looked away, regretting how your stupid face always betrayed you. “I mean...”, you tried to buy some time for yourself, thinking of the most diplomatic way to tell him. “These people are not actually hitting on you–”

“Thank God.”

His relief didn’t rub off on you, failing to ease your concerns. “... b-but they would still be...”, you countered weakly, lacking the courage to pronounce the words that haunted you.

… better than me.

You gulped them back, along with the tears they brought with them and that were threatening to choke you. “But you still did have feelings for them”, you argued. “A-and it would make sense if you wanted to...” You didn’t need to finish for him to understand. “Like... Liz Allen.”

To be fair, you had only seen Liz in some of the many pictures Peter had showed you while telling you about his universally forgotten life, but she had struck you like a lightning in the middle of the Thunder Plains in Final Fantasy X, with those plump lips and that smooth skin. You had no trouble believing he used to have a crush on her.

“You mean the girl who had to move to another city after I sent her dad to prison on the very same night I stood her up to prom?”, Peter asked you sceptically. “Wild guess, but I might not be her favourite person in the World, not even after that memory spell.”

“But it’s not only her...”, you responded, getting ready to bring the most painful name into the conversation. “I mean... you were with MJ...”

Yeah. MJ.

His ex and first girlfriend. His only girlfriend before you.

MJ who was as tall as a model and rocked curls that wanted to make you cry.

You hadn’t met her in person either, at least not up-close, your interactions being limited to occasionally ending up in each other’s field of vision whenever you would attend the same class once a week, but just like he had done with Liz, Peter had told you everything about her. But, unlike what he had done with Liz, he had talked to her just last week. He had come to you right after, still incredulous, walking like a massive weight had just been taken off his shoulders, and he had informed you that MJ had asked him to introduce the two of you to each other.

“She’s still working on her social interactions and making new friends, so this is rich coming from her”, he had shared with you.

The next day, MJ had tentatively waved you goodbye right before she would leave the room and disappear in the gargantuan stream of students and teachers moving in all sorts of directions at variegated speeds.

Peter absently gave your hips a little squeeze, furrowing his brow in confusion. “... and now I’m with you, so?”

“S-she was your girlfriend...”

“And now she’s my friend.”

You insisted, confused by why he didn’t seem to follow you or your logic. “Only because things between the two of you didn’t end in a normal way.”

Which was also the reason why things between the two of you had not begun in a normal way.

“You’re right: they didn’t”, he nodded in agreement. “And I initially planned to rebuild things as they were. Telling her everything. Getting back with her.”

It didn’t matter how many times you had imagined him saying that – driven by the absurd belief that always assuming the worst things ever could protect you and your feelings – that sudden confession still knocked you down with the devastating strength of a hurricane. “And... and why didn’t you?”

“I did”, he told you seriously.

“Wait, what?”, you asked, out of breath, now finding yourself on the receiving end of news you had no idea how to process. “Y-you mean that she...”

“She knows.”

“Everything?”

“Everything.”

Your entire body stiffened, your mouth running dry as you had been left too stunned to speak, all those words whirling in your brain, breaking out of your head, aggressively rotating around you, making you feel like you’d been trapped in the eye of said hurricane.

“This is... fuck, I wanted to wait for you to meet them in person, but...”

In that cacophonic Hell, Peter’s voice was the only thing that make sense, the only sound dominating all the other ones, your last anchor to reality and sanity.

“Do you remember last week? When I went to talk to MJ?”

How could you forget?

“Yeah... uhm...” Peter interpreted your lack of reaction as a yes and went on telling you about that surreal – even for Spider-Man’s idea of surreal – afternoon. “Ned was there with us and... please, don’t ask me how, but he fixed it.”

“Fixed it?” You had no idea why you were repeating his words like a parrot, like you had trouble grasping their true meaning. It was blatantly clear that he was talking about that damn memory spell.

So, where was the problem? There was no problem, it was good news, something that should’ve made you happy for your boyfriend. And you were. You were happy. Then, why were you cold, all of a sudden? Why the fuck was your chest getting heavier and your legs getting weaker?

“They remember!”, Peter exclaimed, glad that he could finally share this with you. To Hell with the surprise, he didn’t want to hide anything else from you ever again. “Perks of having a Sorcerer best friend.”

“But then how... w-why aren’t you two...”, you stammered. “W- what happened?”

“You”, Peter answered with a disarming simplicity, his puppy eyes softening like he was experiencing the unique chance of looking at something mesmerizingly beautiful. “That’s what happened. You.”

“Plus, have you seen the way MJ looks at Mira?”, he pointed out, jokingly fanning himself like an outraged Victorian lady, but he dropped his act as soon as he realized that you couldn’t get that reference. “Oh right, of course you didn’t, we don’t have that class together... but, to give you the idea, she never once looked at me like that.”

He didn’t sound jealous while saying that. At all. If anything, he seemed rather amused. And inexplicably proud. However, none of that did anything to drag you out of the spiral you were plunging into headfirst.

“Pretty self-explanatory”, Peter commented, but the look on your face made his joy vanish into thin air. “Wait, what is it?”

“I-I ruined it...” You were shaking, not even trying to mask it anymore, staring at his face without really seeing him. That was all he was in your eyes right now, a splash of colour slightly more defined that what surrounded him, a lonely cherry petal floating on the surface of the abyss. “I ruined everything.”

“What do you mean ruined?”

“You could... you could’ve had your life back...” He had found a way to solve it. And yet, MJ wasn’t his girlfriend. And yet, he was here, stuck with you. “... b-but I got in the way...”

“Darling, no!”

You tried to detach yourself from him, but this time Peter didn’t allow it. “y/n. My love, look at me”, he pleaded, clinging to your body and resisting your attempts to break free from his hold. Not without difficulty – because, as much as he wanted to keep you there, he would never resort to overpower you with the help of his raw strength, at least not outside of the bedroom... –, he managed to make you sit in his lap.

“Please, look at me”, he begged, once you had stopped fighting back, seeing how pointless it was. He cradled you, raising your chin to have you meeting his gaze, feeling his heart crush into a hundred little pieces when he saw that you were crying. “It’s true, I could’ve had my old life back, and that was what I wanted”, he admitted, the enormous amount of speeches he had written, thrown away, practiced and practiced until he’d grown to hate them, vividly retuning to him.

“Or at least I thought it was what I wanted”, he corrected himself. “But then I met you.” He kissed the bridge of your nose, then looked at you with a determination that was extremely rare to find on his face when he wasn’t hiding behind his mask. Or when he wasn’t railing you into oblivion, but that was another story...

“And if having that life back means losing you... then I don’t want it”, he asserted firmly.

“Peter, that’s–”

“No, y/n, please, listen to me”, he stood his ground, giving up not even being considered as an option. “I got my friends back and it was more that I could’ve dreamed of.”

You shook your head, not believing that he could be okay with that. There was no way he could be okay with that.

“It’s true. And I managed to do that because of you. Thanks to you.” Peter tilted his head to the side, letting his eyes wander all over your face, before his lips took their place. He kissed your cheeks, your nose, your eyebrows, your forehead, your temples... not a single inch of skin was going to be left unattended.

Once again, Peter Parker took the pieces you had crumbled into, ignoring how sharp they might have been, and put them back together with the dedication of a Carthusian monk, like your mother would’ve said.

“You’ve been so kind and sweet and patient to me. You always make sure to save a seat for me, you always run up to me with your best most terrible jokes and listen to mine, you pass me all the notes every single time I miss a class. That lilac highlighter you always use reminds me of your bedroom. Everything is lilac in there. You’re so obsessed with that colour and it’s so freaking adorable. And I don’t know why, but the pages always smell like violets. It makes me think of your scarf, and how you always force me to wear it when I forget mine... like I’m not the one who recovers faster from a cold...”

To avoid getting drunk on his affection – or drunker, since you were definitely tipsy –, you pushed his face away, poking his cheek. “It’s because you’re such a drama queen when you get sick.” You couldn’t help teasing him, that tender goofy image of him, bundled up in at least three blankets, hungry for cuddles and asking for a kiss before and after taking each medicine, breaking down your resistance.

“And you still put up with me every time it happens. You and your pepper, honey and turmeric concoctions. And curiously, you always end up getting a cold as soon as I get better.”, he teased you back.

“Like that’s my fault”, you shot him a nasty look.

He winked at you, before he carried on with his monologue. “And maybe you think I don’t notice, but I know that you always mutter insults in your native language when you see that someone on patrol roughed me up.”

“H-how...?”

“I may not understand with my ears, but your face says enough”, he explained, squishing your cheeks, laughing when you swatted his hand away and stuck your tongue out at him. “You helped me improve my web shooters – Mr. Stark would’ve hired you right on the spot, which is why I keep telling you to apply for something there...”, he trailed off, the memory of his mentor hitting him harder than he expected it would.

You wordlessly scraped the nape of his neck, a little gesture to let him know that you were there for him like he was there for you, and he mouthed a ‘thank you’, rubbing his nose against yours.

“You made me try eyeliner for the first time.” To emphasize that, he even fluttered his eyelashes, getting so close to you the action tickled your cheekbone.

You had to appeal to every scrap of strength and determination you had not to blurt out how fucking good he looked. That day had marked you like an unremovable bloodstain, the black tears shining on his cheeks and following the path of his sharp jawline, and the heavenly moans you had coaxed out of him while kneeled between his legs were still an extremely appreciated company whenever you found yourself alone, longing for your crime-fighting boyfriend.

“The coffee shop guy hates me because every time I get there, I always pester him for violet-flavoured chocolate, but you should see the look on your face when you get it. I’ve never been so happy of having someone hating my guts.” He paused briefly, the light in his gaze getting duller, the ghost of his next words casting a shadow that followed him like an anathema.

“And May...”

You held your breath when you heard that name. It was very rare for Peter to talk about his aunt, and considering how much he had loved her, and the way she had been so tragically taken from him ahead of time, you didn’t find it hard to believe.

“May would’ve adored you”, he told you candidly, with all the love he was capable of pouring into you through that statement. “You keep calling me selfless and a hero, but you should look at yourself in the mirror. This strength you have...” He was at loss for words for a few instants, the lump in his throat making it difficult for him to speak. “I don’t think you see its full potential, but I’ve only witnessed it once, and it was in her, before I could find it again in you.”

It was like reliving that scene all over again, like seeing May all over again, facing Norman with that absurdly foolish courage that animated her, ready to give it all to protect her nephew, the boy she had dedicated her own life to, raising him like a son.

The comforting feeling of your hand on his face felt like the touch of an angel. “You’re here whenever I wake up from a nightmare”, Peter forced himself to continue. “You kiss my cheeks every time I cry...”

Just like he had done to you.

“I couldn’t think of a day that doesn’t begin or end in your arms.”

“Peter...”

“And I hate to make this all about me, because it sounds like I am, but you have to believe me when I tell you that whatever I did, it was you who gave me the courage to do it”, he added, but if you though that he might’ve been done, boy were you wrong.

Peter Benjamin Parker was on his personal mission: letting you know how much your existence had impacted his own and there was nothing that could stop him now. “I don’t think you understand how important you are to me.” Without waiting for an answer, he took your hand, reverently bringing it up to his forehead and then to his lips for a quick peck, only to place it right above his heart and keep it there, right under his.

“You gave me my life back. Not that old one. A new one. Mine. A life with you in it. Which is the most perfect life I could’ve asked for. And I didn’t settle for it. I wanted it. I chose it. And I keep wanting it and choosing it every day.”

“Stop...”, you chocked on your own sob. There was only so much positivity, let alone love, you could handle being thrown at you without feeling like an undeserving fraud, and Peter had made the choice to unleash the entire load on you. Your heart was going crazy, literally banging against your ribcage, desperately trying to reach out to his palm, to him, like a sentient being. “Please, stop, I... I-I can’t...”

“Shh, it’s okay”, he whispered, moving your hair away from your face and neck so that he could kiss any reachable inch of your skin. “It’s okay, I’m here.” He held you as close as possible, forcing his heartbeat against yours, hoping that its rhythm could tell you everything his words weren’t able to convey. “My love. My beautiful, beautiful love.”

You didn’t believe in God: despite the enthusiastic religious education you had received during your childhood, you had turned out to be a pretty sceptical teen-ager and a firmly convinced atheist later on, but in moments like this – which you were lucky enough to see happen on a daily basis – you found yourself wondering which deity you should be thanking for putting Peter on your path. Or you on his, you didn’t really care.

He had casted a shade of gold on your existence, the dull, toned-down scale of greys you had gotten used to, and that were convinced would follow you to the grave, were now nothing but a pale memory. The burning red that had previously blinded you and cruelly ripped your heart right out of your chest – that being the reason behind you getting thrown under that grey sky – was gradually loosening its grip on you, as Peter’s light shone brighter and brighter with each passing day.

Once you’d poured everything out, both the incredulity and the unadulterated joy, you sniffed loudly, no room left for grace. “You should be illegal, Parker”, your voice was hoarse because of the tears, but you didn’t care. There’s no way being such a perfect boyfriend and an amazing human being isn’t a crime.”

You knew your journey wasn’t over, and episodes like this were the living proof that you still had a long way to go. But you were healing. And Peter was by your side. And that was all that mattered.

“We’d be locked up together, then”, he chuckled. “You’re stuck with me, y/n l/n.” He had to bite his tongue not to call you with his last name. He recently had been dreaming of it, sharing a future with you. And not just as in daydreaming about it, but as in actually dreaming of it, to the point where he had cried like a baby right after waking up, unwed and without the beautiful children he had fallen head over heels with. He could still see their faces, a fascinatingly realistic combination of you and him on their chubby features...

But this wasn’t the right moment, he needed a distraction and he needed it fast, before he’d fall to his knees in front of you, offering you a piece of paper folded in the shape of a ring along with his hand in marriage. “Oh, Ned wants to meet you, too, by the way.”

You pulled back a bit, just enough to look at him, a heart-stopping smirk animating your lips. “Does he?”

“Yeah. You better get ready for our embarrassing first kiss experiment story”, he suggested, raising his eyes to the ceiling. He adored Ned to bits, but he had all sorts of anecdotes about him – especially now that his memory was back and stronger than ever – and sometimes he couldn’t decide whether this was a curse or a blessing. “He says that if you want to be the second in command of my Legendary Guy-In-The-Chair, you have to know it.”

“Can’t wait”, you grinned, raising an eyebrow at him. “I might ask him if you learned that tongue thing from him.”

“Nuh-uh”, he denied proudly. “That’s a natural talent, baby.” He was lying without an ounce of remorse, wanting nothing more than to impress you. Of course, he saw that you saw right through him, but it didn’t matter. “I love you.”

You made yourself comfortable in his arms, cuddling up to him and craning your neck. “Thank you.”

He pulled away, not willing to give you what you wanted until you would stop thanking him for what was rightfully yours to take. “Try again, darling.”

“I love you.” Your voice was low, barely audible even from the other side of the room. You had always been told that love was supposed to be loud all the time to be considered real, that the World needed to know about it for it to exist. It was okay, though. Your World had heard it. And that was enough.

Peter nodded, satisfied by that, before capturing your lips into a kiss. He could read you like an open book and he knew exactly what, how and when you needed it. Now, you needed him to be gentle, and gentle was what he gave you, keeping it slow and soft, fingertips leaving goose bumps along your throat, tracing the line of your jaw, tilting your chin to guide you into the kiss. “That’s my girl”, he gushed when you parted.

The praise gave an additional boost of energy to the already restless butterflies inside your stomach, and you hid your face into the crook of his neck. “Can we always be this close?”

“Forever and ever, darling.”

A/n: There it is! Gotta be honest, I’m not the biggest fan of this, the prompt was lovely, and I loved working on it, but I wasn’t in my best mental space when I wrote it (I was literally going through one of my regular writing crisis and considered deleting all my works) and... Idk, I hope you all liked it. Let me know what you think, if you want, you know how much it means to me 💜💜💜

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juneviews · 3 years

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For the character thingy: let's start with best shows with one or more girl/woman that likes girls and as a side dish how about good sibling relationships?

oooh, so for wlw shows, most of them are in the production phase rn so I'll have to go off of the VERY LIMITED wlw characters I've seen in asian dramas (but actually it's more than I remembered lol):

criss & amm from friend zone 2: dangerous area, absolute queens AND criss is the first thai character I've ever heard use the word lesbian to describe herself!

pearl from gameboys & pearl next door, a bi queen!!!

ying & arisa in the stranded, icons, cuties, and frankly I'll be forever mad that this show doesn't have a second season!!!

koi and dao from hormones, THE og thai gl ship that captured the hearts of the whole nation, I love them so much!

kwang and pam in quarantine stories, cute friends to lovers trope!

fay & mameaw in love songs love stories: pae jai, openly lesbian & bisexual respectively and still one of the only fully gl thai series even though it's sadly just a mini-series...

bet & cin from the currently airing filipino gl series betcin who are openly lesbians :)

tle & pong from condo/barista/architect, a really cute thai gl story that's really hard to find online AND THAT'S A CRIME! :(

praepailin in sotus. she serves no real purpose to the story apart from being adorable and a goddamn ICON!!!

natty in diary of tootsies, again so rare to have a lesbian character in a show, especially a series that is entirely about queer stories!

miki from life as a girl, a lesbian trans woman! (and omg I just realized machida keita who plays kurosawa in cherry magic was in it too & I never knew lol, sorry v random but I had to tell it to someone)

aei from wake up ladies 2: very complicated who is openly pansexual! (but don't watch the show it's terrible, though the use of the word pansexual for the first time in a thai drama is iconic & needs to be recognized as such!!!)

as for good siblings relationships we have (in no particular order):

mork & morn in my tee

mek & aye's characters in a gift for whom you hate

duean & pi in fish upon the sky

love & good in great men academy

thannam & tonmai in happy birthday

zi xuan & his sister in crossing the line

tang yi & his sister in trapped

teh & hoon in I told sunset about you

the suriyapairoj brothers of in family we trust (aka tor, captain, jackie & third)

phun & pang in love sick

gym & dong in project s: side by side

simon & fern in project s: skate our souls

fame & farn in the debut

namnhao & namnuea in the judgement

zon & zol in why r u

xxx

send me a trope & I'll tell you my favorite shows with it!

#answers #ask game #thai gl

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cinnamogai · 2 years

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HI CIN CIN MY BESTFRIEND <333333333 may i request these fine puppies for your calico critter terms?! love u : ]

about to post <33 love u too strawb!!

#cinna’s requests + asks!

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lux-scriptum · 4 years

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I’ve seen that you and fragmentedink have some characters for htp next gen and I’m wondering if you’d consider posting a (tentative) list of all of the characters and their sheets like parents and partners and genders I’m super interested in hearing more about them from yall be it mood boards and quotes or those pretty headshots but it’s a bit confusing keeping track of it like obvs ideas and characters can change but still thought I’d ask:D I love what yall have goin with htp

Okay, so. We’re gonna go chronologically, first. I’ll put the parents/guardians they live with in Bold parentheses, pronouns in these things{} itialisized, and full names if necessary in brackets. The timeline gets a little wobbly after the twins (lonan and Mari) tho, and doesn’t get particularly solid until after cliff. Keep in mind, too, that this is all over a good 50-100 years at least. We’re dealing with immortals here!

Eden {she/her/hers} (cam/lev/nik), Brice {she/her/hers} (adopted, Biela/Dacia), Lucas {he/him/his} (bay/nate), Dakota {he/him/his} (ash/celeste), Cruz{he/him/his} (lev/nik/cam), Lei {he/him/his} (idk), Selene {she/her/hers} (Amara/Cin), Xavier {he/him/his} (idk man), Lonan {he/him/his} and Mari {she/her/hers} [Mari’s full name is Maritza] (twins, lev/nik/cam), Blake {she/her/hers} (idk), Ziva {she/her/hers} (Sazra), Jack {All pronouns} (idk), Vera {she/her/hers} (sorin/cyrus) Nox {he/him/his, they/them/theirs}[nox is his chosen name] and Kris {she/her/hers} (twins, bay/nate), Aidriel {he/him/his} (orphan), Acyn {he/him/his} (Zareth), Dominic{he/him/his} (Ash/Celeste), Zadkiel {he/him/his} (*shrug emoji*), Emrik {he/him/his} (*shrug emoji*), Kane {he/him/his}(Amara/Cin), Cliff[clifford] {he/him/his}(lev/nik/cam), Ethan{they/them/theirs}[Ethan is their chosen name and idek, nor do I want to tbh, their given name] (Amara/Cin), Luca {he/him/his} (sorin/cyrus), Daphne {she/her/hers} (ash/celeste), Alex {she/her/hers}[Alejandra] (cam/lev/nik), Sage {he/him/his} (Sage’s nephew), Sterling {he/him/his} (cam/nik/lev), Esra {he/him/his/they/them/theirs} (lev/nik/cam), Espen {he/him/his} (a sentry in cams house, named Issac, is his uncle)

Now.... for the pairings.....

Eden/Brice/Xavier/Jack are eventually all together.

Lucas and Dakota are together

Cruz and Lei are together

As of now, Selene is single, so a fun fact for u, she’s named after cin’s brother’s dead gf, who Cin killed.

Lonan and Acyn are a couple.

Mari, Blake, and Vera end up together.

Nox and Aidriel are a couple.

Ziva and Kris end up a couple.

Dom, Kane, Zad, and Emrik end up together eventually.

Cliff and Luca are a couple, best friends to s/o’s trope.

Ethan doesn’t have a s/o yet but they’re a weird mix of cameron and amara in personality and i love them.

Daphne and Alex are together.

Sage and sterling are together.

Esra and Espen end up together.

And, as a bonus, Issac and Zareth end up together.

Yes we’ve already started working on the third gen. Yes it’s even more confusing. If you want me to link the moodboards we’ve already made or if you have more questions, let me know! I’m hella excited about the second gen and there’s so much to talk about.

#htp next gen #Anonymous

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thegreatescape · 4 years

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SHARE THE LOVE CONVENTION

Here’s what happened at the Share The Love Con in Milan! :) [Sorry for my terrible English lol]

At the con I was in the front row with my friends. It was amazing but at the same time I felt a little bit observed lol Pietro was the first one who greeted me and then Nicholas recognized me ;;

After the panel, my friend and I decided to take a picture with Federico because he was too beautiful with that blue sweater and when we went to take the picture he gave us a tight hug that I will remember forever. I don't know why but I was more nervous than the previous times... maybe because he was even more beautiful than usual lol

Then we queued for the Fede + Rocco duo and I don’t know where I found the courage but I showed them a photo in which two people were kissing a girl on the cheek and this happened sdifhoisadpo

Damn Fede has really soft lips, I cry just thinking about it. I left the room shaking like a leaf lol Then we went to the autographs of Nicholas, Greta and Beatrice. Greta and Bea were a wonderful surprise. They are both so kind and sweet. When Greta saw my drawing she gave me a hug and said ‘thank you’ a hundred of times. She was sooo cute! ;;

Even Beatrice thanked me so much and complimented me and said “You drew me so hot!” And I was like "Well, you are" haha

Then I went to Nicholas and this happened:

Nicholas: Hi! I'm a big fan of yours!

And I smiled at him sooo embarrassed.

Nicholas: I don't know how to thank you! I’m very tired after a drawing, you draw 10 drawings every day! You're very good.

Then Greta arrived at his table and said: Did you see my beautiful drawing with the pink background?

And he was like: Mine is gray! :(

Me: I made the backgrounds based on the shirt you had in the photos and you always have a black shirt.

Nicholas: I have to do a photoshoot then haha

Nicholas then asked me to show some of my drawings to Bea and when I showed her my Instagram profile she remembered those I had done for her and Greta added: Oh my God you made me the drawing of me and Nini kissing? It's beautiful! ; _;

This is Nicholas’ autograph. He drew me Luchino eating pizza’s crusts LOL

Then we went to the autographs of Pietro, Fede and Rocco and I have to say that this was one of the most beautiful moments of the Convention. When Pietro saw me he greeted me with an "Hello darling, how are you?" And before I answered he said: "Did you bring me something?" And when I gave him the drawing he said: “Oh my God, it's awesome! This is a new one!”

Me: “Well, yes, I couldn't post it before, it had to be a surprise!”

Pietro: “Can I keep it? ;)”

Me: “Sure it's for you! Also, sorry if I tag you on so many drawings.”

Pietro: “It makes me so happy! You drew the futuristic black and white one, the one where I’m in Venice, the one with the flag you gave me last time and ... this, right? (he remembered all of them ; ___;) And then he added: “But you drew Federico more :( AHAHAH”

Then I went to Fede and he said: “I know that yesterday was your birthday so… HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” And he sent me a kiss. I died. Then I gave him the drawing and he thanked me and he looked at me with a pleased smile saying: “What can I write here ..?” And he wrote me this beautiful autograph that I’ve to frame.

Then, without saying anything, he got up and hugged me and it was a beautiful moment because I didn't want to let him go. Maybe that was the best hug- not only because it lasted longer but because I could tell him how grateful I was for everything.

Then I went to Rocco and he greeted me with a big smile saying: “Hello Giulia, how are you ?!” And I was actually dying inside so I immediately gave him the drawing and he said something like: “Wtf is this a drawing? Oh my God it’s amazing thank you so much” and he showed it to Fede.

Then in the afternoon there were other panels but for those I will make a special mentions at the end of the post.

Then there was Fede and Rocco meet & greet. It was pretty weird because we were all so shy and we didn’t know what to say so they told us something that happened on set during Marti and Nico reunion on the terrace in 2x09.

Fede: “Ludovico told us ‘Kiss!', so we did it. It was so romantic, but when we stopped, I noticed that I had Rocco's snot on my cheek. So I said: WHAT THE FUCK IS IT? THIS IS DISGUSTING! and the atmosphere was ruined.

Rocco: “It's true HAHAHA”

Fede: “I had your snot on me all the time! You were always crying!

Rocco: "Yes, there was an important exchange of body fluids. AHHA”

Then we went to eat the pizza with the cast. The first one who sat at our table was Federico. I was the first one to get the pizza and he said: “Well you're the birthday girl that’s why they gave you the pizza first”. I just smiled like an idiot and he said: “Eat it or it gets cold!"

Me: "No, I'm waiting for you …"

He: “But if it gets cold, it sucks”. (it sucked anyway haha)

Then me and my friends started arguing with him bc Federico claimed that the pizza has to be cut in 8 pieces (and we were cutting it in 4). Thankfully Pietro arrived and supported us and told Fede: “Stop being so annoying” ahah.

After that, there was the most embarrassing interaction that I've ever had with him. We looked at each other and he smiled, so I smiled back but I was too nervous to say anything. Basically we kept smiling for like 15 seconds and it all ended with an embarrassing silence :))))

Then Rocco sat right next to me and he was so… excited? Haha

Rocco: “Did you eat today?”

Me: “No, we were anxious…”

Rocco: “Why? C’mon we know each other now! We’re friends!” (I almost cried, I swear).

Then I showed him a bracelet that my friends bought me for my bday (a heart with the word ‘Sbedemmic’ written on it) and he enlightened and said: “Nooo! Oh my god! Sbedemmic !? A-ma-zing!”

Then we asked him how to pronounce “Maxence” and Rocco called him at out table and Maxence rushed to us leaning towards us and we were blown away because he has really beautiful eyes and honestly I didn't even listen to what he said ahaha

Then Nicholas joined us and said "I want to sit right next to Giulia” (I wanted to hug him ;u;) and we talked about drawings and it was wonderful. Then at a certain point I don't remember what he wanted to ask Bea and he started to call her addressing a girl at the table next to ours and only after a while we pointed out that Bea was sitting on the other side of the room and he was like: “Who was I calling? The girl doesn't even have hair like Bea!” HAHAH

Before he left we hugged each other tight and we thanked each other for everything.

Maxence is literally an elf. He is nice, funny and he gave me a lot of positivity. We asked him to take a photo all together and he immediately put the glass of wine down because “If my mom sees the picture she gets angry” xD He said he never had the chance to interact so much with the fans at the events and that he thinks it’s amazing to create a bond with us.

Then I apologized bc I tag him on a lot of drawings and he asked me “Wait, what did you draw?”

Before I answered him he started to jump on the chair saying “The raccoon one!?”

Me: “Yes, even the-”

He: “The one with the shirt! Come on, let me see it!”

So I showed him the drawing and he exclaimed: “YEEEEES! THIS ONE! YEEEEES! THE SHIRT!!!”

He thanked me and I closed instagram, but I had forgotten to change my background and I had a photograph of me with Federico.

Maxence saw it and said: “Is that your boyfriend?"

And I said: “I WISH!”

I swear I didn't want to say it out loud, but it was spontaneous. He widened his eyes and literally burst into laughing while I turned RED. I apologized saying it wasn’t my intention to say it out loud but he said that he got that bc he read the panic in my eyes as soon as I realized it, but he appreciated my spontaneity and he said that it will be our little secret xD (then we talked outside and we took a couple of photos, he even chose the poses AHAHAH but then we got caught and the staff told him to go inside xD).

1 December

The second day in the morning we went to the autographs of Robin and Lukas and they both thanked me so much for the drawings (I will never forget their expressions ;;).

After giving Lukas the drawing he stood up and hugged me tight and he was the sweetest, with his beautiful and kind smile :’)

Then I took a photo with Nicholas

and a duo with Maxence and Rocco where I asked for a group hug and Maxence said: A POLIPATA ?! (an Italian word that idk how to translate. Obviously Rocco taught him that haha it’s like “hugging like an octopus” lol)

The last photos were those with Federico. When I showed him the photo I wanted to do he made an expression that I will never forget a mix between a smile and ;) and he said: “Uh, today we are in the mood for kisses”. And of course I turned BRIGHT RED :DDD

The last activity of the day was the autograph with Maxence. He thanked me for the drawing and said "You made me a beautiful drawing, so I will also make your own beautiful drawing" and he made a stylized character of me ahaha

At the cocktail party Maxence was the first one to sit with us! He didn’t know what to say so he asked us to do a toast and we all said in chorus 'cin-cin' and he said: "Do you know that ‘cin-cin’ means vagina in Chinese?” Ahah This was the highlight of our conversation.

Then Nicholas and Rocco came at our table and we talked all the time about medicines and reflux lmao We looked like the geriatric department bc they said that all the cocktails tasted like medicines lol

Then Pietro and Fede arrived, both sooo tired, but Fede greeted us with "Hello rays of sunshine!" And we were literally dying . Pietro said he was worried about not being able to return home because he would have arrived after midnight and he didn't have the keys. "I can't call someone and say "Hi, I'm the guy who lives upstairs" ahaha

Then we talked to Lukas and Robin and they were so cute ;; Lukas is a very interesting person, he has a pure soul and it was a pleasure to know him ;;

In the end, Bea and Greta arrived and we gossiped a lot, especially about boys haha

Best moments of PANELs:

-Nicholas said his favorite word is Australopithecus Robustus and Greta said "Fregno" (it��s a slang for ‘hot’) xD

-Fede said his Spirit animal is a Golden Retriever and that Martino’s is a fox

-Fede made fun of Rocco because he spoke with metaphors that didn’t make any sense so Fede was like: Enough Rocco, enough! Stop it! THAT'S ENOUGH!

-We made a video for Bea and everyone cried in the room

-THE KARAOKE

-Fede said that Rocco didn’t know how to ride a bicycle and they had to shoot that scene a lot of times

-Fede complimented Rocco and then he gave the microphone to him saying: “Come on, I’m waiting.” Because he wanted to get compliments too haha

-Rocco sat in the audience and asked Fede the story of Bambi and Fede called him “Er Lucertola (lizard)” in revenge and said that the name of Bambi was born because of a toxic (Rocco haha)

-Pietro who answered BOH to all the questions haha

-When a girl mentioned the 4th season (even if we couldn’t) and everyone said to keep hoping and thanked us for fighting so much during these months and then Rocco said: Yes, thank you very much for the support. Without you it wouldn't have been pos— Everyone: ROCCO !!!!! haha

-When another girl talked about Massimo Reale -Dr. Spera- (referring to the photos he posted from the 4th season’s set) and then Bea said: She just wanted to know the name of Dr. Spera and yes, it’s Massimo Reale xD

-Rocco screaming SBEDEM

Here’s some pics I took at the panels :)