#and yet. tell me why my brain kept going 'sure it wasn't as bad as you remember from literally earlier today! i know you spat it out. but
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Why do I keep wanting to eat salty licorice
#like. i had some back when i visited Finland. and i Wildly Oscillated between liking it and hating it as i chewed#and it haunted me ever since. so i bought some from a local shop today but obviously a different brand (it was locally made)#and this shit was just plain AWFUL. absolute shit. i did not have the wildly oscillating thing that i did with the Finnish brand#i literally spat it out.#and yet. tell me why my brain kept going 'sure it wasn't as bad as you remember from literally earlier today! i know you spat it out. but#what if its different this time!' LIES. This is the devil whispering in my ear as i fall asleep!!!!#anyway. guess i know what im gonna do tomorrow
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can you do wednesday x fem yn and pugsley is over for parents week and see them kissing and make sure of wednesday and tells mortica and gomez
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Pairing: Wednesday x femreader
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Warnings:none
Author's note: I'm sorry for the titel, my brain just wasn't braining.
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Parents week finally arrived and you couldn’t be more nervous since you were gonna have to meet Wednesday’s parents.
Yours couldn’t make it so you had to spend the whole week with her family. Not that you didn’t want that of course, but meating your girlfriend’s parents was a big deal to you.
They didn’t even know that Wednesday had a girlfriend which made it 100 times worse. You bombarded your girlfriend with questions like ‘Are you sure they’ll like me?’ ‘What if they think I’m not good enough for you?’ and so so so many more.
At a certain point Wednesday finally had enough.
While students reunited with their parents you and Wednesday were shamelessly making out with each other behind a random wall.
It’s weird to think that at first Wednesday couldn’t even hold your hand and now she’s pushing you up against the wall, kissing you fiercly. Oh, how time can change people... for the better in this case.
“Why isn’t she here yet?” Family Addams split up and went to go search for their dear family member. Pugsley being team 1 and Moricia in team 2 together with Gomez. They’d never split up.
“You’re asking to many questions.” She paused to look at your flushed face for a bit before placing her lips on yours again.
“Wednesday?”
You and Wednesday basically teleported away from each other with how fast you were. You tried to wipe away the lipstick that you know was smeared all over your mouth thanks to Wednesday’s dark lipstick.
“You’re going to keep your mouth shut about this.” Wednesday could be so threatening without trying. You felt bad for who you assumed to be Pugsley. Wednesday had told you a little bit about her family after you had practically begged her to.
Pugsley kept quiet and out of nowhere he began running in the opposite direction of Wednesday. “Chase him.” You looked at her questioningly. “Do you want to get tortured with him?” Your eyes widened and you sprinted after Pugsley.
He hadn’t gotten that for so you easily caught up to him but it was already too late... A tall lady and a short man stood there right in front of you. The dots inside your mind instantly connected. Their dark clothes, the woman who looks similar to Wednesday.
“S-she- she and Wednesday were making out!” Pugsley was beyond out of breath. It looked like he could pass out anytime now. You chuckled awkwardly, “Nice to meet you?” You hesitantly held out your hand but you dropped it when Wednesday arrived and glared at Pugsley.
“Hello mother, hello father. This is my partner.” Gomez and Morticia’s eyes were already wide at what Pugsley told them but now it looked like they were gonna pop out of their sockets.
“Don’t be so surprised, I’m your child after all.” It made sense, Gomez and Morticia were next level with their affection but it was still weird for them to find out their anti-social, anti-loving, anti-everything daugher had a lover. And the smeared lipstick on your mouth didn’t make it easier.
“Let’s get to know each other better, dear.” Morticia tried to play it off cool but she couldn’t hide the smile that appeared on her face when she watched Wednesday wipe your face for you.
Getting to know her family would be fun. What was a little less fun for you though was watching Pugsley get waterboarded for telling on her like that. You didn’t dare intervene cause she promised to include you in Pugsley’s punishment.
If anyone asked you, parents week was interesting to say the least.
#wednesday#wednesday x reader#wednesday addams#wednesday the series#wednesday netflix#wednesday addams netflix#wednesday show#wednesday imagine#wednesday addams imagine#wednesday addams x reader
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Crazier • Pt. 3
pairing: mcu!peter parker x reader
a/n: ITS FINALLY HERE omg I loved writing this series so much i had a blast. thank you for everyone who was asking me about part 3 because it felt amazing knowing you enjoyed it as much as me😭💕💕 i hope you enjoy !! (beware, she is long)
warnings: some angst thrown in here and there, fluff (later), mentions of breakups, mentions of cheating, very very brief mention of suicide ( someone mentions and old author who offed themselves), me not knowing anything about theater (I apologize in advance), glitter
read part 1 here & part 2 , masterlist
"And when we got the chair, Brad made me sit in it and he pushed me around the whole school!" You were telling Spider-Man about your day, and as always, he listened politely, only chiming every now and then.
"Wow, you and this Brad guy sure did a lot together today, huh?" He said, and even with the voice changer, you could tell he sounded a bit off. "I mean yeah! He's a great guy, way cooler than I originally thought.” You told him, making him grind his teeth hard, not that you saw that.
"Actually I'm a little upset that the play is about to come to an end." Your voice gets a little softer as you confess what's been on your mind today. "The rehearsals have been a blast, and the people are amazing and it's been such a good distraction from everything. I'm really sad to see it go," you looked down at your hands.
Peter took one look at your expression and knew there was something else you weren't telling him. "Well what kinds of things do you need a distraction from?" he asked carefully.
"Um," you looked anywhere but at him, "well, my parents have been fighting a lot lately and it's just been really hard to be around the house, everything's so tense."
His lips parted but nothing came out. He knew about your parents, of course, whenever things got bad you'd always run over to his place to hang out. But now you couldn't do that anymore, so you were just looking for any way to avoid coming home for as long as you could.
"And of course, there's that whole breakup." you continued. "But I've been pretty good at ignoring that so far, and I think that's just the way I'll keep going." You drummed your fingers on your thigh as you stared into nothing.
"Do you really think that's the best way to go about it?" He asked hesitantly. "Maybe you shouldn't just completely ignore something like that."
You gave him a questioning look, "And why wouldn't I want to forget about it? Isn't that what you're supposed to do eventually after a breakup?"
"Yeah, eventually," he repeated, "but wasn't that relationship a big part of you? Ignoring everything isn't gonna make all your feelings go away. You have to face your emotions, embrace them, and go through the motions before moving on."
He hated that you seemed to be fine all of a sudden. That you were getting so close with this Brad guy all of a sudden. It might've been selfish, but Peter didn't wanna see you moving on just yet, he still had a tiny hope in the back of his brain that you might take him back if he waited till just the right time. But the more you kept talking, the more that tiny hope diminished.
You snorted, "Ok Dr. Spider-Man, I'm not sure a guy running around New York in a bright onesie is qualified to give out relationship advice, but you do you.”
He couldn't help but let out a laugh. "I'll let you know I give out great relationship advice and I'm not wearing a onesie," he huffed. "It's a super suit."
That just made you laugh harder, "Yeah, sure, whatever dude."
"So you and your team won?" he asked. He wasn't about to waste the only time in the day when he got to speak with you being jealous. He was gonna keep this conversation going. Try his best to give you what he never could as Peter.
"Yes!" you beamed. "Oh and look," you scrambled around looking for the crown you had received after you won. You had brought it up with you just so you could show him.
You put it on and straightened your posture, "We were rewarded with these fabulous crowns.”
Spider-Man let out a loud laugh. "Wow, you look like true royalty."
"Don't I?" you grinned. "I always wanted to be a princess when I grew up, so this is very fitting for me." You tapped the crown lightly and grinned at him.
Peter was sure he was grinning like a lovesick idiot. He remembered you telling him this, your crazy childhood dream during one of your late-night talks. He truly believed that if anyone in this whole world were some kind of royalty, it would be you.
“Just like Rapunzel.” He murmured. Your head perked up at that. “Oh my god,” you rush, “YES! Holy shit! She was my absolute favorite as a kid, how'd you know that?”
He fumbles a little but quickly finds himself. “You were humming ‘I See The Light’ a couple days ago. It was an educated guess.” You can hear the grin in his voice. “Glad to know I got it right though.”
You laughed a little and settled back down. “Dude, I'm not kidding. I used to eat yellow flowers as a kid 'cause I thought they’d give me magic hair.”
At that, Peter loses his mind. He’s cracking up and you're joining in beside him. This, he thinks to himself. This is what he’s been missing. This is how things should be. He can't help himself, the words are leaving his mouth before he can even gather his thoughts.
“So what about your ex? How’ve things been going with him?” Nice going dumbass. She's never gonna wanna talk with you again if you keep mentioning her ex-boyfriend.
You looked at him weirdly and started twisting the ring on your finger. “Why do you wanna know?”
“I-just I…” he scratched the back of his neck, “Well actually, I'm going through a breakup too, right now, and I guess…I don't know, hearing you talk about it, about him, makes me feel less alone.”
Peter Parker feels like shit. He feels like a total asshole. And yet, he doesn't feel bad enough to stop, to come clean. Not yet at least. He tried making himself feel better by thinking, ‘Well it's not a lie. I am going through a breakup. She just doesn't know with who.’
You stared up at him, shocked. He never shared anything about himself. Not a thing. You two joked back and forth but you were usually the one sharing personal issues (or triumphs, like today). You start to wonder what his personal life looks like. He can't be that much older than you from what you can tell by his sense of humor and some of his references. This man, no, boy, who spends practically all his time running around one of the most popular cities in the world, saving lives and changing them, is going through a breakup. And he’s currently sitting on a rooftop with you and talking about it.
You blew out a long breath. “If Spider-Man can’t find love, none of us stand a chance.”
He let out a soft laugh at that. “Ah, I wouldn't say that. I definitely have my fair share of flaws. And then some.”
You shake your head, “I'm sure the good outweighs the bad. I mean, come on,” you gestured towards him.
He laughed again. “So tell me, you still see him every day, right?
You nodded, deciding that if this made him feel less alone, you could do this.
“Is it hard?”
You shrugged, “Honestly, I have no idea. I’ve been avoiding him like the plague. I’ve only run into him once and it was when me and another friend went to grab ice cream at our old hangout spot. I couldn’t look at him. I haven’t spoken to him since everything and I don’t really want to. Not anytime soon.”
He sighed. Of course, you didn’t wanna speak to him as Peter. He’d totally fucked you over, he’s lucky he found any kind of loophole at all because he really doesn’t think he can handle not speaking completely.
“How do you think he feels?” He has no clue where the question came from but now that he’s asked, he can’t help the curiosity bubbling in him.
You run a hand through your hair and sigh, “I have no idea. One second he’s avoiding eye contact in the school hallway and the next, he’s staring daggers at me in an ice cream shop. He’s weird.”
Spider-Man chuckled lightly, “Yeah, he sounds like he is.”
“Do you see your ex a lot?” You hope he doesn’t see it as prying, you just want to see how similar your situations are.
“Yeah, actually, I do.” He nods but says nothing else.
“Is it hard?” You ask softly.
He nods again, keeping his eyes low. “Crazy hard. Especially when I know everything is my fault.”
“Do you think she’d ever forgive you?” He only shrugged. “Do you want her to forgive you?”
He looks up at you, “Would you ever forgive your ex? After whatever it is that he did, I mean.”
You took a moment to think. “I don’t know. I think it’s different. I mean, I don’t know what happened between you guys, but I think with Peter and I, I think he was starting to lose interest.”
He can feel his heart drop. “What? Why would you say that?”
“Yeah,” you continued, not taking notice of the spider slightly freaking out beside you, “he just stopped caring. Stopped showing up, and stopped listening. If I didn’t know any better I’d actually think he’d cheated on me.”
“No way! I mean-,” he cleared his throat a little, trying not to sound as anxious as he felt, “Do you… do you actually that he did? Cheated, I mean. Do you seriously think he cheated on you?”
Please say no, please say no, please say-
“No, of course not,” you told him honestly. “Peter’s a lot of things, but he’s not a cheater. I’d accuse him of that.” You paused for a moment. “But there was something…I don’t know what. There was something he wasn’t telling me.”
He let out a breath of relief. Thank god, he doesn’t think he could’ve handled knowing you thought of him that way. And it’s true, he would’ve never stooped so low. As for the ‘something’…
“Say he were to show up, right now, knocking on your door. Begging to have you back and swearing that he’s changed. Would it work?” He asked half serious and half joking.
You laughed a little, “No, but it’d probably piss off my parents.”
He grinned beside you, his mask shifting slightly at the movement. “Aw come on. Not one for big romantic gestures?” He nudged your shoulder a little.
You smiled but your expression fell as you thought about his words some more. “No, I’m just not one for empty promises. Which is all he had to give me after a while. He used to be amazing, he used to be the perfect boyfriend. The Peter I knew disappeared and I wasn’t a fan of the one who replaced him.”
You look up at him and grin. “If there’s any chance of anything being repaired between us. Even a friendship. He’s gonna need to get his shit together.”
“So he cheated on her, which fueled her depression, and ultimately led to her suicide. And that wasn’t enough so he burned her most of her work, and profited off of the rest of it after she died!”
This is what your mornings looked like lately. Hanging out with MJ so much had been…interesting to say the least. There was always something you could learn from her. Currently, she was telling you all about some ancient female author’s shitty husband as you waited beside her locker while she grabbed everything she’d need for her next class.
“Every article online about it says ‘allegedly’ but fuck that. It’s totally the truth,” She finished.
“God. That sounds awful,” you grimaced. “Whatever happened to him? Didn’t they have kids?”
“Oh, he married someone, won a ton of awards everyone loved him. And yes, a son, who also dies by suicide, and a daughter. I'm pretty sure she writes kids' books now.”
You sucked in a breath. “Holy shit. And where did you learn all this?”
She shrugged. “I read a lot.”
“Right,” you nod, unable to completely shake off the grossness that story left you feeling. “So,” you started, hoping to change the subject. “What do you have next again?”
“Biology. But I think we have a sub today, so that’ll be fun.” She slammed her locker shut, leaned on it slightly, and turned toward you. “What about you?”
You shook your head at her, “Free period. I was gonna catch up on my reading for AP Lit. Hey,” you wondered aloud, “is it that sub that marks people tardy even if they’re a second late? I can’t stand him.”
She sprung up. “Shit. Shit. Fuck,” she rushed out. “It is. And I can’t get another tardy otherwise I get detention. Again. And my parents would kill me.”
You nodded, completely understanding. “Okay. Well, I’m just gonna go grab my stuff and head to the library. See you later!”
“Bye Y/N/N!” She yelled over her shoulder, already halfway down the hall.
You laughed lightly before heading to your own locker. You opened it and grabbed your bag when you felt a tap on your shoulder.
You slam your locker shut and turn around, only to come face to face with Brad. “Hey, Brad!” You grinned.
You’d never really noticed Brad before. You never had anything against him, you both just ran in different crowds. Even after you both started working on the play, you were friendly with each other but it never went past a simple smile, wave, or quick ‘hello’. But in light of recent events, you were really starting to think of him as a friend.
“Hey.” He smiled right back. “Saw you here and thought I’d just stop by and ask how you’ve been.”
You gave him a closed-lip smile as you leaned back against the lockers. “That’s sweet. I’ve been okay, long morning though. What about you?”
He nodded. “Same. Stayed up pretty late last night going over my lines.”
“Really? Don’t really think you need that. I’ve seen you at rehearsals, you’re a natural Brad.”
“Yeah? You think?” He grinned wide at your compliment and ran a hand over his hair. “I’ve got ‘em memorized and all, but I just wanna make sure I know them, y’know?”
You nodded. He wants to make sure his delivery is as good as his memory. That’s another thing you didn’t expect from Brad Davis. His passion for theater.
“Well like I said, I’ve seen you at rehearsals and I mean it when I say I think you’re fine. More than fine actually. So don’t stress yourself out Davis, you’re gonna be amazing.”
He beamed at you like a child. “Thank you Y/N, seriously. You don’t know how much that means.”
You smiled right back at him. “Anytime.”
It was quiet between you two for a bit, and you didn’t really know what to say. You were about to ask if he had a class he needed to get to when, suddenly, he took a few steps closer to you.
That automatically took any words that might’ve been on your tongue and threw them in the dumpster behind the school.
“There’s um, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you, actually.” His voice is softer but, you hear every word and you can almost feel his breath on your face.
“Oh?” Your voice matches his volume. This can't be happening. He knows you just broke up with Peter. He’s gotta be kidding. Or maybe, he’s about to ask something about the play. Yes, you think, he’s got a question about the play and he’s come to ask me, obviously, because I’m the director.
The halls are quiet now, everyone else is in class, at the library, or something. It's just you and Brad, standing so close you could count his lashes.
Just you and Brad. Brad, who won’t stop staring into your eyes for some reason, so you’re just left standing there….you and Brad.
And Peter.
The sound of squeaky sneakers running down the hall seems to break him out of whatever trance he was held in and he steps back a bit, almost causing you to let out an audible sigh of relief. God, you could just kiss the person who decided to unintentionally interrupt whatever moment was just happening between you two.
Or not.
Because when you both turned to see who it was, your heart fell. Peter Parker is standing there, backpack hanging off his elbow, binder bursting with loose papers in hand, and staring at you like a deer caught in headlights.
For a second, none of you say anything. Brad’s looking confused, staring at Peter. Peter is looking at you, then at Brad, then at you again. And you, well, you’re just wishing the school hallway would split in half and swallow you whole. You’ve run through a few different scenarios in your head, and falling into the earth’s core sounds the most appealing.
Then Peter moves closer, clearing his throat as he approaches the both of you. “Hey guys, how’ve you been?” He asked.
Neither you nor Brad replied.
“Right. Hey man,” he turned to face Brad, his face suddenly serious, “don’t you drive a black BMW? Red rims, red interior?”
“Um, yeah, I do,” Brad answered skeptically.
Peter blew out a long breath. “Think you might be in trouble dude. I just heard the principal saying he was gonna get it towed, something about you parking wrong.”
“What?!” Brad’s whole demeanor changed on a dime and you almost felt sorry for him.
Peter held up both his hands. “I’m serious man, that’s what I heard. But don’t ask me,” he pointed to the hall behind him, “go ask Mr. Morita.”
Brad stared at you for a moment before walking off, mumbling something about ‘another fucking ticket’ as you watched him leave. You almost grabbed his arm like a child, almost asked him to stay, just so you wouldn’t be alone with Peter.
You swallowed. Brad had finally turned the corner, leaving him officially out of your eyesight and leaving you standing alone with your ex. It’s funny really, how you went from talking about suicidal classic authors with your friend a few minutes ago, to this.
Yup, the Earth’s core sounds amazing right now.
For all the words he had to say when Brad was here, Peter was awfully silent now, doing that weird stare thing he did in the ice cream shop the other day. But there was no Ned to play polite this time, and no MJ to hold on a leash so she doesn’t bite. It was just you and him.
And you had no problem running.
You turned so quick, it took him a second to register the movement, and by the time he did, you were halfway down the hall. He ran after you.
“Y/N, wait. Please.” He reached out a hand to place on your shoulder. You jerked away, his hand barely brushing your cardigan.
You’re both standing in the hallway, and you’re still avoiding his eyes when you say, “We’re not doing this.” You shook your head and ran off, leaving a somber-eyed Peter in your wake.
There was no parking violation. Peter lied. But he had to.
He’d gotten caught up doing some last-minute homework in the library. Spider-Man duties were keeping him busy lately because when he wasn’t fighting crime on the streets of Queens, he was spending time with you.
He knows it isn’t right, he knows it isn’t fair, but god if it doesn’t feel good. He loves spending time with you and he hates that he can’t do it more often, hates even more that it’s his fault. And he damn sure wasn’t going to cut your meetups short because he had a few math questions waiting to be answered.
So on his way back, the halls were empty when he suddenly heard a very familiar voice. You.
But you were with someone. Brad. The thought made him roll his eyes.
You were currently going off about how great Brad was doing so far in his role in the play you were managing. Stupid Brad, Peter was sure the only reason anything was going right in the planning of the show was because of you, you were the best person they could’ve picked for the job and all Brad had to do was say a few lines. You were the one who dealt with everything else. Brad should’ve been praising you, not the other way around.
He’d heard Brad’s response to your compliments and almost rolled his eyes again until he heard your response. Of course, you were being an absolute sweetheart. You probably had no clue what words like that meant coming for someone like you. You were probably oblivious to your effect on people, as you were probably oblivious to Brad’s true feelings about you.
You both went quiet for a moment, leaving Peter to wonder what happened when he heard Brad’s voice again.
“There’s um, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you, actually.”
No.
No, no, no, no. No.
If he were totally honest with himself, he knew it was coming. Especially after you told him about your little scavenger hunt around the school, and how well you got along with him, how kind he was being towards you. Brad didn’t just randomly see you in the hall and decide to say ‘hey’. He had class. Peter knew because he was supposed to be in that exact class right now.
He could handle another detention.
Before he even knew it, he was running down the halls. He had no idea what he was going to do, even less what he was going to say but none of that mattered at the moment. He just had to make sure this didn’t go any further. There was no way he could stand by and listen to you agree to go out with some other guy.
And then he was standing there, you’d both seen him, and it was too late to turn back. He stared for a minute, noticing how close Brad was standing next to you. His gaze flickered between you and him and all he could think was how wrong it would be for you to end up with someone like Brad. Stupid, stupid Brad, who hung out with all the stupid jocks, and threw those stupid house parties all the time. Who only talked about his stupid car, and what model it was-
An Idea popped into his head.
He couldn’t help it. Bro Peter stepped out and dealt with Brad, knowing the one thing that would completely get rid of him at the moment. He wasn’t thinking about the consequences.
As he’d suspected Brad left with almost no hesitation, Peter almost doubling over with how quickly he fell for it.
And then, he was left with you, and every ounce of confidence, every word in his lifelong vocabulary, crumbled. It never ceased to amaze him how easily you could completely undo him. He was an avenger, for crying out loud, he had literally saved New York and, he didn’t want to sound cocky but, the world. He had faced villains, of all sorts, so despicable, it’s a wonder he’s alive at all. But he did it.
But you…. He’s never felt like this before. So nervous, anxious, and scared to mess something up when all he wants is to fix it. In the superhero world, stunned silence isn’t an option. One moment of hesitation and everything could go to shit. But now, he’s not sure what the best course of action is. He’s not sure if speaking to you will make things worse, or better. If saying anything at all will give him more of a fighting chance. Was there even any chance of a fighting chance?
He didn’t miss how you hadn’t said a word and all he could think was ‘Please talk! Say something! Give me a hint for what I’m supposed to say!”
He was just stuck in place, staring directly at your face taking in your expression. You wouldn’t meet his eyes and there was no stopping the pang of guilt in his gut. You looked skittish, and it should’ve been no surprise to him when you turned to take off but it still took him a second to shake off that moment.
Just a second though, because soon he was running right after you. He wasn’t going to let you off so easy this time.
He’d called for you to stop, reaching his hand for your shoulder in hopes of getting you to listen. The way you jerk back as if his touch might burn you snaps something in him.
And there they are, your first words to him (Peter him) since the breakup:
“We’re not doing this.”
And you’re already moving away again, already slipping away from him again while his hand hangs in the air. He almost touched you. Maybe it was better that he didn’t because he thought he might’ve never let go.
He’s not sure if you meant what you told him as Spider-Man. Maybe it was just another one of your jokes. But he’s not ready to give up hope yet. He’ll give you time if that's what you need, he’s just scared of who else might try to make their move during that time.
For now, he’s just gonna work on getting his shit together.
And that starts with going to class, and getting his work turned in.
There’s a buzz in the air when you enter the auditorium the next day, that can only be described as highly-caffeinated-extremely-enthusiastic-high-school-theater-kids. You were all feeling the anticipation of your work these past few weeks being shared with all your friends and family.
You were walking around checking up on the last-minute touchups. You walked up on stage and stopped in your tracks. “Oh my god,” your hand flies up to your mouth, “you guys! This is beautiful!”
The set group (Noah, Lacy, and Jack) all grinned up at you. They all had some form of paint on them. Lacy adorned a pair of overalls that consisted of black and navy blue splatters going up and down the front of her. Jack’s T-shirt looked as if it were being used as a rag for his hands, so there were so many colors intertwining with each other, that you couldn’t pick out a single one. Noah was the messiest of the group, this specific set being mostly his responsibility. The knees of his jeans were stained black, but it didn’t end there. He looked like a tornado of night, with all sorts of shades clinging to any visible part of him. Blues, blacks, indigos, you name it. And they were all gleaming with pride.
“Hey Y/N,” Noah beamed at you. “We just finished the last backdrop.”
Behind them all was the backdrop which would be used for the last scene of the play. Lexi and Brad (or Stephanie and Gabriel, per the script) would stand in front of it and finally declare their love for one another, commencing their forever after with a passionate kiss.
You knew it was supposed to be a night sky, but what you hadn’t known was how well of a job they would do.
You let out a breathless laugh. “I can see that. It's stunning you guys, truly.” Although Midtown High was a school that specialized in the education of science and technology, the students here were extremely in touch with their creative sides as well. And that fact had never been more obvious to you than in that moment.
“There's still one more finishing touch, and then it’ll be perfect.” Lacy grinned at you before running backstage.
You were staring at where she'd just been, a furrow in your brows, when Jack nudged you lightly, “Oh, this is what she’s been waiting for since we started.”
Lacy came back, almost tripping over herself with how fast she was running. She held up a jar that sparkled in the auditorium lights as she moved it around, “Glitter!”
You grinned and clapped your hands together, “Oh I’m so happy I get to be here for this.”
Noah and Jack stood to the side while you and Lacy approached the large backdrop from the side. She made quick work of unscrewing the top and setting it beside her. She leaned over slightly and tilted the jar a tad before sprinkling it over the spacious work of art.
If sprinkling glitter were a profession, Lacy would be a pro.
You quickly figured out why she was so excited about this step, and it wasn’t just the glitter. Adding the glitter gave the scene more life. It made it look as if it were real, and you were looking at a sky bursting with sparkling stars.
After getting the area in front of her, she turns to you, holding out the jar. “Here! Give it a go.”
You stared a her a bit before quickly shaking your head, “Lace, I never thought someone could be good at sprinkling glitter, yet here I am. You were like a freaking fairy! I’d totally ruin it, and I can’t do that to you guys.”
You held your hands up and started backing away slowly. You could hear Jack and Noah laughing behind you.
Lacy just rolled her eyes with a smile stuck on her face. “Nonsense, Y/N, you’re a pro at everything you do,” she lowered her voice a little, “like that scavenger hunt?”
You gave her a look before turning around to make sure Mrs. Lightbody was nowhere around. “None of that,” you hiss, “that was a one-time thing! And it was a group effort!”
“Oh come on,” Noah this time. “We all know you had the hardest list of the bunch. Seriously Y/N, if Brad hadn’t shown me the list, I never would’ve believed that you did all that.”
Jack nodded. “Honestly, me and Lace wrote that as a little joke, like, ‘Hey, what if we were really wild with this? What would we do?’ And you came and proved us all wrong.”
Lacy hummed her agreement, “What they said, exactly. And this is just a bit of glitter. No big deal!” She grabbed your arm and pulled you towards her.
You laughed lightly, feeling yourself grow a little flustered under their praises. You grabbed the jar of glitter from Lacy and went to work, being extra careful so you don’t ruin all their hard work.
“This is good glitter,” you say softly, completely concentrated on the task at hand.
“Oh my gosh! I know right!” Lacy practically squeals her response. You laughed but could hear Noah groaning behind you. You finish with the glitter, screwing it shut before turning back to face him.
“There’s no such thing as ‘good glitter’,” He did air quotes on that last part, sounding extremely frustrated and something told you this wasn’t the first time they had this conversation.
“Yes, there is! She just said so!” Lacy was standing her ground. Suddenly, she turned towards you, “Y’know who can settle this? Lexi. Go find her Y/N, take the glitter, and ask her what she thinks. She’s gonna agree with me, I can already feel it.”
You held in a laugh. “Sure thing Lace.” You turn to go find your other friend and as you're walking away you can still hear them arguing, Noah not convinced that glitter could be good or bad. It’s just glitter.
You walked around the auditorium looking for Lexi and failing to find her. You started asking around, feeling sure that someone had to have seen her. You knew she was here, having seen her enter at the start of rehearsals. Walking around the front of the auditorium, peering down aisles, you were about to go check backstage when you heard a Brad Davis.
Now you’re not sure why, you didn’t do anything wrong after all, but a panic settled in you. Next thing you knew, you jumped into one of the aisles and crouched down.
He was walking up the main row between the chairs, script in hand, talking to someone beside him who you couldn’t see. They were moving closer to you. Shit.
In a rush, you start crawling, crawling, down to the opposite side of the aisle they were approaching. You were almost out, but you accidentally pulled down one of the chairs that are built to automatically flip up. Not a loud noise, but loud enough. You wince but don’t stop until you're sitting against the side of the row of chairs, out of their sight.
You could hear the chatter stop and the footsteps slow. You sucked in your breath and folded in on yourself even more. You were already coming up with a cover for yourself.
‘Oh, hey Brad. Yeah, I’m on the floor. Not avoiding you or anything, just….decided to see what the view of the stage would be like from here. Not good!’
It sucked and you really hoped you wouldn’t have to use it.
It seemed as though your luck for the day hadn’t expired because you heard them mumble amongst themselves and move on. After a few moments, You let out a sigh of relief and started crawling down towards the stage. You weren’t risking getting seen just yet.
You were starting to like Brad, you really were! But after recent events you had started to think the interest he’d taken in you wasn’t the same as the platonic one you’d taken in him. And you were bad at confrontation or being put on the spot. Obviously.
Plus you figured he’d want to talk about that weird moment with Peter in the hall the day before and you’d rather pretend that didn’t happen at all. Even you didn’t know what that was.
Moving slowly, you kept your head down, trying to reach the stage so you could just bolt behind the curtains. Suddenly, a pair of pointed-toe black flats came into your view. You paused and slowly looked up. In front of you stood Ms. Lightbody.
“Hi.” You said meekly. She looked down at you with a furrow in her brows, “Hello Miss Y/L/N. May I ask what you’re doing?”
You fumbled for a moment but finally found yourself. Clearing your throat, you stood up and dusted yourself off. “I dropped an earring.”
Way better than that other bullshit you were thinking of.
She stared at both your ears, which adorned a pair of earrings you never took off. “Oh?”
“I’ve already put it back in,” you explained to her lamely. She gazed somewhere behind you and you followed her stare. Brad and his friend were still walking up and down the main row, lost in some conversation. You gulped, if she had seen you earlier, it would’ve been fairly obvious to her the real reason behind your little floor exploration. And that was just embarrassing.
She hummed in response, “I see.” Her voice carried some tone of understanding and you felt yourself run hot with embarrassment under her gaze.
“Did you need something, Miss?” You rushed out quickly, hoping to change the subject.
“Yes,” she focused her gaze on you now, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say there was a sprinkle of amusement in her eyes.
Ms. Lightbody was a newer addition to Midtown’s staff. She came in to replace the school’s previous drama teacher, and she also subbed at times. Most of the student body disliked her, thinking her short-tempered and strict but you knew that was far from the truth. It seemed this play helped you better understand your peers and superiors alike. She was an amazing teacher and, contrary to popular belief, she wasn’t an impatient maniac who didn’t have the skill set to teach. She was always willing to help someone who didn’t understand, but what she didn’t tolerate was purposeful incompetence.
“Lexi is in one of the rooms backstage, I need you to go find her and tell her there’s one more scene we need to rehearse.” She paused and looked behind you again. “And I suggest you get to that soon because I think your friend, Mr. Davis, has spotted you.”
You blanched, unsure whether to dwell on the fact that she knew, or that Brad had spotted you. You turn slightly only to see Brad already looking towards you.
You quickly snapped your head towards the lady in front of you again. “On it!” You told her, not waiting for a response before shooting up the stage and behind the curtain.
You could’ve sworn you heard her laugh.
You were backstage looking for Lexi. It wasn’t like her to stay tucked away like this, since rehearsals had started she was always ready for anything, talking things over with the other cast members, ready for criticism but rarely needing it. There was probably no one on the cast who was as excited as her.
“Lex, you here?” You whispered softly. Behind the stage was empty and dark. You walked around carefully, trying not to accidentally trip on anything of the string or left-out equipment. All of this was going to need to be changed before tomorrow evening.
Suddenly, so quiet you could barely hear it, was a shuffling noise. You looked around for some switch, finding it on the wall to your left. You switched it on and the action earned you a hiss from someone a little further in the room.
You turned quickly, finding Lexi sitting at one of the small makeup desks, hands coming up to cover her face as if she were some vampire.
That worried you.
You rushed to her, placing a soft hand on her shoulder. “Lex,” your tone was quiet so as not to disturb her anymore. “What’s wrong? Are you sick?”
She looked up at you, hair disheveled, face a little pale, and eyes tired. “No, no I’m fine.” She shook her head but you weren’t convinced.
You moved to sit at the desk next to her. “Okay,” you said softly, “then why are you sitting back here?”
She sighed a little. “I’ve just had a small headache since lunch. But I’ll be okay really.
Your frown only deepens. “Did you eat today? Drink water?”
She nodded then rubbed her temples a little, shutting her eyes as she did so. “It’s probably my fault, I didn’t sleep well last night and I’m just tired.”
Her eyes snapped open and she looked more alert now. She clasped her hands together and smiled at you. “So wake me up Y/N/N. Tell me something interesting.”
Skeptically, you eyed her up and down. “Are you sure that's all? Should I take you to see the nurse?”
She shook her head again, her hair flying around her face as she did so. “No. I’m actually feeling better already, talking to you. I think the smell of Noah’s Axe Body Spray was just really setting everything off.” She gestured her hands around herself.
You laughed, glad to see her acting like herself again. “But seriously,” she said, putting a hand on your knee. “Talk to me, it’s waking me up. How was your day?”
You let out a breath and leaned back in the chair, looking up to the ceiling. “Brad asked me out.”
She gasped so loud, you started up in your seat. “Shut up. Shut up!”
Smiling, you shook your head. “Well not yet. But I know it’s coming, you know what I mean? He keeps trying to get me alone, and he gets really close and starts staring into my eyes and everything. But he keeps getting interrupted.”
She gasped again, softer this time, and held her hand to her chest. “Oh my god. That’s so cute! Are you gonna say yes?”
You stilled for a moment. Were you going to say yes? You’d figured out what was most likely coming your way, but you hadn’t really thought of how to handle it. You couldn’t crawl across floors to avoid him forever. That would make graduation very awkward.
And at the same time, you didn’t want to reject him. Brad was sweet, maybe not the type of person you usually went for, but he had his own things. Maybe you needed something new, something different.
But something in your gut was telling you maybe you shouldn’t go out with someone who made you panic-crawl on the floor just to avoid having a conversation with them.
Not to mention, you just weren’t interested in him like that. At all.
Lexi was going on about something or other, seemingly fine at the moment. “I totally knew he was into you. I mean, that whole picking you up in the library thing?” She shook her head. “Not just a platonic thing.”
You laughed loudly and stood up. You held out a hand for her to take. “Come on Lex, everyone’s looking for their star.”
She took your hand and stood. “I bet they are, I’ll have to apologize for hogging you from them.”
You laughed again and started pushing her towards the front stage. “Oh! I almost forgot to tell you! We’re playing with glitter!”
The rest of the day went by smoothly. You, Lexi, and Lacy applied the finishing touches to the backdrop. As Lacy had guessed, Lexi agreed with her. Lacy went on about all the qualities the perfect glitter should consist of; ‘catches the light, soft, and dustable.’
You were sure that last one wasn’t even a word but Noah gave in eventually and let the girls have their win. But that wasn’t enough for the three of you. Not wanting to put the glitter away just yet, you started sprinkling it on each other.
Word spread across the auditorium like wildfire, and soon, a line started forming on the stage to get glitter sprinkled on you, boys and girls alike. Ms. Lightbody shut that down quick.
You stuck to avoiding Brad for the rest of the day. It wasn’t hard, you were both busy, him being one of the leads and you helping with a little bit of everything and making sure everyone stayed in order (with the exception of the glitter fiasco).
At the end, Ms. Lightbody had gathered you all around to talk about how tomorrow was going to go. She went over the basics, what time the show was going to start, and what time you all had to be there. It was things you all already knew but it was good to go over. In the end, you thought she looked a little sad, and apparently, you weren’t the only one because someone else pointed it out. That made everyone jump and you all pulled her into a group hug. This little group had become like a crazy family and you were forever grateful you had a chance to be part of it.
You left quickly after that, wanting to get out before Brad offered to walk you home or something. You said bye to your friends, taking extra time with Lexi. She had been more reserved after you two talked, not as tired as you’d found her backstage, but still not quite herself. You told her to get lots of sleep tonight. She was needed tomorrow
Now, you were sitting on the rooftop ledge, kicking your feet as Spider-Man sat next to you.
“Are you excited?” He asked.
You nodded, smiling. “Very. We’ve all been working really hard for this. And you should see how great a job everyone has done. I can’t wait to see it all put together finally.”
“I’m sure you’ve done a great job,” he nods. “I really wish I could be there. You’re gonna need to take some videos for me. Show me afterward.”
You grinned wide. “Seriously? You’d wanna see?”
“Heck yea I wanna see,” he said, voice serious.
“Okay.” You nodded. “I’ll take plenty of videos, don’t worry.”
“Thank you.” He said, raising a hand a ruffling your hair. You laughed and slapped his hand away. He stared at you a little before asking, “What’s in your hair?
You grinned wide. “Glitter.”
He shook his head, laughing. “I don’t even wanna know.” You giggled beside him.
“Are your friends going to be there?” He asked.
“Um,” you say, still smiling. “Yeah, I think so. They said they will, and I think it’ll be fun.” MJ had told you she was definitely going to be there, she couldn’t wait to make fun of the kids in the play, she’d already bought her ticket. Ned said he wanted to see it as well, and Peter…well, after recent events you couldn’t think of any reason he’d be there. He probably wouldn’t be able to find the time in his busy schedule, even if you two were still together. So it was better like this.
“What about your parents? Are they gonna try to make it?”
A beat passed before you replied. “No,” you shook your head. “I don’t think they’re gonna be there.”
He was quiet for a moment, not sure what to say. He almost regretted asking.
“But it’s okay,” you said, your voice so soft, it took everything in him not to reach over and pull you into his arms. “I wasn’t expecting them to anyway. I have my friends, that’s enough.” You cleared your throat and wrapped your arms around yourself.
He watched you for a bit and it hit him then, just how strong you were. How much you had on your plate at the moment. How little you let it show.
Your parents were basically roommates to you, you barely saw them, they were just there. The play you were managing? While everyone else had one job, one task they needed to focus on and get done, you were involved in everything. He remembered you mentioned to him a few weeks ago something about your phone blowing up since planning started. He never thought much of it then.
The more he thought about it, the more he realized you were always doing this. When it wasn’t the play it was something with your family, or tutoring other kids at school. And on top of all of that, you were always available for your friends whenever they needed you, and your grades never slipped. Your essays and tests were used by your teachers as examples. He always knew, but not really. It was painfully obvious right now. And it was even more obvious to him that he never helped. He should’ve helped make things easier for you, because he loves you, because he cares for you. But all he did was add to your plate. The thought made him feel sick.
“I’m so sorry,” Even through his voice-changer you could hear the sincerity, the despair in his voice. Your brows furrowed.
“You don’t need to apologize, it’s not that big of a deal. I swear,” you told him sincerely.
He nodded but the movement almost looked forced. “How have you been?”
You paused. “Good,” you nodded, as if confirming your own statement. “Busy, but good.”
“Have you taken a moment to breathe recently? Just relax yourself for a few seconds?”
You were taken aback by his question. No one had ever asked you that. “I- I don’t think so,” you replied quietly.
“Alright, that’s okay, we can do that together. Here,” he held out both his hands, palms up. “put your hands in mine.”
You followed his lead and placed your hands in his. The material of his suit felt smooth, but thicker than it looked, and you were surprised to see how well your hands fit together.
“Close your eyes.” He said, and you saw the whites of his mask flicker shut. You followed his lead.
“Great. Now big breath, through your mouth.” You sucked in a handful of air, the sound ringing out like a quick gasp.
His hands gave yours a gentle squeeze. “No,” he said, voice soft. You felt your face heat up and you tried again, this time slowly letting the air enter and fill your lungs.
“Now out through the nose.”
You let the air leave you, not even realizing how tense you were until you felt yourself relax. Your eyes fluttered open and you found him already staring at you. His thumbs had started gently caressing your hands and you found you didn’t mind at all.
“A few more times.” He told you, and you nodded at him. You closed your eyes again and repeated your actions from before, more sure of yourself this time.
When you had finished, you opened your eyes again. His eyes were still open and you thought his mask shifted into something like a grin.
“Better?” He asked you, and you smiled, nodding your head. It was crazy to you to think about how over these past few days, that very mask had turned into a comforting sight for you. You really thought of New York’s Spider-Man as a friend. And you hoped he felt the same.
You nodded again, unable to take your eyes off of him. You weren’t even aware you were still holding hands until he removed his from yours. You almost protested, your hands suddenly feeling colder than they ever have.
But then he brought his hands up to cup each side of your face.
Oh.
You were sure you were melting. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt like this, and you couldn’t even see his face! You wished he’d just rip it off, you wouldn’t care who was underneath.
He brought his face closer and leaned his forehead against yours. Your eyes fluttered shut. You stayed that way for a minute, both of you just enjoying the moment before you decided to speak.
“Take it off.” You whispered.
“What?” He asked, his voice matching your volume. You had opened your eyes and you were looking at him now. You could clearly see the eyes of his mask were still closed and you fought off a smile.
You brought up your hand to his face and traced his jawline. You could feel his jaw flex underneath your fingers and you could’ve sworn you heard him gulp.
“Take it off.” You repeated, your thumbs now caressing his cheekbones.
His eyes flew open and he leaned back. “No,” he shook his head, moving even further from where you two were seated next to each other.
Your brows shot up at his sudden change of demeanor. You wished you hadn’t said anything. “Ok,” you said, voice quiet. “You don’t have to. I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I was just- ugh I’m so sorry.”
“No!” He repeated. “Don’t apologize I- you did nothing wrong.”
But the way he was acting was making you feel otherwise.
“I have to go. Good luck tomorrow.” He said, stood up, flung out his wrist, and started swinging through the buildings faster than you could blink.
Fuck.
You were a wreck.
Everyone was running all over the place, orders being shouted across the entire backstage. Some people seemed to have invited their friends to hang out backstage (which was not allowed). Every corner was packed. And you were in the middle of it all.
“Y/N!” Ms. Lightbody called for you from across the swarm of bodies. You made your way through everyone, not stopping until you were standing in from of her. She placed a hand on your shoulder and steered you until you were both standing in a corner, as far away from the others as you could get.
“Miss Walker isn’t here, and it’s starting to become a problem.” She told you, voice serious.
You blanched. “Lexi isn’t here yet?!”
She shushed you. “I don’t want to start a commotion. Things are barely going smoothly as is, and this will not make it better. Everyone will start worrying if they find out their lead hasn’t arrived, and we cannot have that.”
You nodded at her, mind racing. “What do we do?”
She sighed, “For now? Wait and hope for the best, there’s still a bit more time.”
You nodded again and she took a second to look around the room. “What is all this? Half these kids have no business here!” She turned towards you again. “I'm going to try to reach Miss Walker’s mother, deal with all these children Y/N, please. I want them gone by the time I get back.”
She turned to leave before she remembered something that had her turning right back, “You have Miss Walker’s contact information, correct?” You nodded at her again. “Great. Try to get ahold of her, will you? The sooner we figure this out the better.”
“Sure thing Ms. Lightbody.” You told her, waving her off, your voice sounding a hundred times more confident than you felt.
You watched her walk out the back door to make her phone call, and you paused for a moment, unsure what to do first. You turned and pulled out your phone. Heading for the door Ms. Lightbody just walked out of, you pulled up your message thread with Lexi.
girl WRU !!!
you were needed like 30 mins ago !!!!
get here-
You bumped into someone, your phone flying out of your hand before you could send that last one. You would’ve been sent flying backward if the person hadn’t gripped your waist tight to keep you steady.
“Woah, careful.”
You’d know that voice anywhere. Peter.
“Parker,” you said, backing away quickly. “What are you doing here?” And you don’t mean for it to come out as harsh as it did but…there’s just a lot on your plate right now.
And it seems he can tell. He bent over to grab your phone, placing it back in your hands. “The lady at the office saw me walking by and asked me to drop these off.” He waved a big bag you hadn’t noticed in his other hand.
You reached for it, saying, “Oh my god, perfect.” At the same time, he asked, “Are you okay?”
You completely ignored him, taking the bag from his hands. Turning around, you caught Jack walking by at just the right moment. “Jack! Here,” you called him over, “Those supplies you guys were asking for.”
“Sweet, thanks Y/N/N!” He said, leaning in to give you a quick hug. You smile but then quickly shove him away, “Thank J, but you really need to go finish. Like, right now.”
He straightened his posture and saluted you. “Ma’am yes ma’am!” He said, then he turned to Peter, who had been watching the whole exchange, “Sup Parker.” He sent a little head nod towards him, as he started walking away.
Peter returned it, brows slightly furrowed as he looked between the two of you, “Hey man.”
You started walking around, trying to count up how many people there were who weren’t a part of the cast or crew.
One, two, three-
You felt a hand placed on your shoulder and you turned quickly, only to see Peter still hasn’t left.
You looked at him in disbelief. The nerve of this guy. There’s no way he seriously thinks you’re going to talk about the two of you right now, is there?
“How are you?” He asks again and you’ve never found someone dumber than you did right now.
“Hello?! Things aren’t going too hot in case you can’t tell, and you aren’t exactly helping right now!”
He nodded, “Okay. What can I do to help?”
You scoffed. “I don’t know, leave. It’s so crowded in here and I have to get all these extra people out. Shit,” you smacked your forehead. “I forgot I have to find Lexi. Fuck! And I have to-.”
“Y/N!” Someone shouted your name for the umpteenth time that night. You turned and met Vanessa, one of the people in charge of makeup.
“We’re out of setting powder.”
“What?!”
She winces. “I know, I’m so sorry. We thought we had enough but then some of the boys were playing and knocked over-,”
You waved her off, not wanting to hear the rest of it. “Okay, okay. Do none of the other girls have any extra? Is no one willing to lend you some?”
She shook her head. “No! I already asked. I don’t know what to do.”
“I’ll get you some.” Peter stepped in. “Just send me a picture of what it looks like and I’ll be back in ten minutes tops.”
Vanessa gasped, “Dude. You’re a lifesaver. Y/N,” she met your eyes, “your boyfriend is a lifesaver!”
“Oh he’s not-,” you started, but she was already walking away. You turned towards Peter, the disbelief on your face getting stronger every time you looked at him today.
You started shaking your head, “What on earth are you doing Parker?”
“Helping you.” He said as if it were the easiest thing on earth. He wondered if you were making a conscious effort not to say his first name.
Your head wouldn’t stop shaking left and right. “What? What do you- I don’t-,”
He cut you off, “And I’m gonna get rid of all the people who don’t belong here too.” He looked around the room before looking down at you. “You, just…take care of yourself Y/N. Don’t stress too much, it’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure you even have the time?”
Shit.
His face fell and you immediately felt guilt seep into your bones.
“Peter I’m so-,”
He cut you off again, his voice quieter this time. “No, that was..that was fair. But I mean it.” He raised his voice, sounding more sure now. “I’m going to help you out.”
He stepped away from you suddenly, leaving you standing with your mouth agape. He walked to the end of the room, stopping right before the door. “Alright, everyone! Listen up,” He clapped his hands together, his voice booming around the room. Everyone quieted down to hear him.
“Unless you had some part in putting all this together, I’m going to need you to follow me out right now. Let everyone do their thing, we don’t need to bother them any more than we already have.”
Everyone was still for a second.
“And,” he continued, “Ms. Lightbody gave me permission to start handing out detentions.”
That got everyone moving. Your brows furrowed as a sea of students started moving through the room and out the door. Ms. Lightbody did no such thing.
Peter stood to the side, holding the door open. It had come down to the last few people and Peter held back a boy. “You,” he told him, “I’m gonna need you to stay outside this door and make sure no one enters unless they’re part of the cast or crew. We can’t have that happening again.”
“Oh shit. Like a bouncer?” The kid asked eagerly.
Peter stared for a bit before he nodded. “Yeah man, exactly. And listen,” he pointed at you, “if you’re not sure, you ask her, alright?”
The boy turned towards you and you offered him a smile. “Damn! She’s smokin’!” He exclaimed. If you weren’t so busy, you might’ve blushed.
Peter narrowed his eyes, and it seemed like he was considering something before he quickly shook his head. He grabbed the boy by the shoulder and placed him on the outside of the door.
“Vanessa!” He shouted. “Send me a picture of the powder, I’m going right now.”
“Already sent Pete, thanks!” She shouted back, giving him a thumbs up from where she was standing by the makeup chairs.
Pete? Why would she call him Pete? She doesn’t know him like that. I used to call him Pete-
You stopped your train of thought. You could not afford to think like that right now.
“Perfect.” He said, he made to move away but his eyes met yours and he froze. “I’m gonna…” he trailed off, feet stuck to the ground as his thumb pointed to the door.
“Of course,” you nodded quickly. “And Peter,” you stop him before he turns to go, “thank you. So much.” You hoped your voice carried the sincerity you felt.
He smiled at you softly, “Anything for you Y/N/N.”
This time, you did blush. You turned away before he could see you and placed a palm on your forehead.
“Wow,” a voice said from beside you. Brad. “Didn’t know Parker had that in him.”
“Yeah,” you whispered, “me either.”
“Hey, where’s Lexi?” Someone in the room asked. You felt your heart drop. Lexi. You’d completely forgotten about her after that whole thing with Peter.
You had a show that needed to start in less than an hour and your star still hadn’t shown up.
You pulled out your phone again, pulling up her contact. You were about to hit the ‘call’ button but right then, Ms. Lightbody walked in.
She was holding her phone to her ear, and she was staring straight at you, her face full of dread.
“Lexi can’t make it. She’s got some type of flu, she can’t get out of bed. I am on the phone with her mother right now.”
Your jaw dropped. Chatter broke out everywhere. The kids were panicking, wondering what to do now, now that the lead of the whole show wasn’t going to be here.
Fuck. You should’ve known, yesterday when you saw her. But you were stupid enough to believe it was just lack of sleep. You should’ve figured it out faster so you could’ve planned something. Stupid, stupid, stupid-
“Miss Y/L/N.” You looked up when you heard your name. “She’s asking to speak to you.” Ms. Lightbody holds her phone out for you to take.
Your eyes widen, “Me?”
She nodded, hand still outstretched toward you. You swallowed and walked your way toward her. You reached for the phone and held it to your ear. The chatter around the room stopped, everyone straining to hear what was going to happen next.
“Hello?”
“It wasn’t the Axe Body Spray.”
You barked out a laugh at the unexpected joke. “Lex! Be serious, what happened.”
“I got sick when I got home from rehearsal yesterday, I’ve been asleep since.” It was then that you heard how different her voice sounded. Nasally and broken, like she’d swallowed a lawn mower.
“My mom’s only woken me up about twice to drink some medicine,” she continued, breaking into a fit of coughing at the end of her sentence. Yeah, maybe it was a good thing she didn’t come.
“Lex,” you repeated, sounding more desperate this time, “what’re we gonna do?”
“Wait,” someone in the room with you starts, “what about her understudy?”
“There is no understudy, dumbass!” Someone quipped right back.
“You,” Lexi said.
“Huh?” You replied.
“You, Y/N.” She repeated. “You need to do it. You need to play Stephanie. No one else could do it. You know all the lines. You know the whole play.”
You paled. “Be so fucking for real with me right now Lexi Walker.”
“I am.” She said seriously. Or, as seriously as she could sound when she had to cough after every other word she spoke.
People were leaning in now, trying to hear what was going on between the two of you. You ignored them, “Lex, there’s no way. You know I can’t do that.”
“Oh my god!” Someone shouted. Lacy. “Y/N! Y/N can do it!”
You shook your head quickly. “No! I can’t!” You replied to her, the phone still pressed to your ear.
“You have to, Y/N, please, for me. You know how much this means to me. You’re the only person I trust,” Lexi begged
There are shouts from your cast-mates now, encouraging you to take the role when that was the last thing you wanted to do.
“Lex, babe,” you tried to reason, “I didn’t rehearse as much as you did! I don’t know it like you.”
“No,” she agreed, “you know it better. All that time you spent, going over every detail of the set, the costumes, the script. It was for this. Now please, you know you can do it.”
You paused. You didn’t want to, but it was really looking like you had no choice. You looked around at everyone in the room, they all worked so hard, hell, you worked so hard to make this happen. You weren’t gonna let it all be for nothing.
You rubbed your temple with one hand, the other holding the phone up to your ear. “Do you guys really think I can do it?” You looked around at everyone, hoping they’d answer honestly.
A chorus of agreement rang out from the group but Ms. Lightbody stepped in. “Miss Y/L/N,” she started, “I know none of this has been ideal. And I know we’re asking a lot. You didn’t come in today expecting to step onto that stage, but right now, that’s what we need. And I think we would all appreciate your help in these unexpected circumstances.”
You stared at her for a moment. You always wondered why she spoke so formally all the time, maybe one day you’ll ask her.
“Sure, I’m down.” You shrugged and everyone started cheering.
“Oh good,” Lexi sighed, “cause I need to go throw up right now, so bye. Tell everyone to take lots of photos and videos for me please!”
You winced. “We will Lex, you just work on feeling better. Now go, I love you.”
“Love you too babe.” She replied before hanging up quickly.
“Alright,” Ms. Lightbody started pushing you to the makeup chairs. “Have a seat Y/N. Girls,” she turned toward the makeup crew. “Get started on her, afterward, take her to hair and then, get her into her costume.”
They all chorused an agreement and started fussing over you. You were one of the last people to get ready, everyone one else having already had their turn.
With so many people working on you, your makeup was done in no time. Soon, only Vanessa was left and she was powdering your face.
“Peter came back?” You asked her once you realized what she was holding in her hands.
She nodded. “Yeah, a few minutes ago, but he didn’t come in, left the stuff with the dude outside the door who’s calling himself our ‘bouncer’.”
You nodded, “Oh okay.”
“You’ve got a great boyfriend Y/N, seriously. Not many guys I know would help out like that, no matter…”
You zoned out while she was doing the finishing touches on your face. Not many guys you know either, Peter included. Or at least, the Peter you’d come to find yourself in a relationship with. The old Peter, however, would’ve done anything for you, and you for him. You got a glimpse of him earlier tonight and you wondered what it was that triggered that.
The few moments of silence gave you time to go over everything that's been happening recently in your head. You’ve had a hectic past few weeks, but especially this last week. With the last few rehearsals, everything with Peter, everything with Spider-Man. Oh…
And then there was him…
There was a moment yesterday. You tried to gaslight yourself into thinking you imagined it but you didn’t. It was real. Until you ruined it.
You’d gone to bed late last night, staying on the roof even after he’d left in case he decided to come back so you could apologize again. You’d felt downright terrible all night. And this morning.
It was none of your business to ask him to take off his mask. Who the hell did you think you were? There might’ve been something before but there was no way…not after the way he reacted last night. You’d pissed him off. And now you’d lost another friend.
“There you go!” Vanessa said, pulling back from your face and grinning. She held up a mirror for you to take a look. “What do you think? I think it matches Stephanie’s description pretty well, no?”
You gasped, “Oh my god Vanessa, this is exactly how I pictured her! When all this is over you have to teach me how to do my eyeliner like this.”
“Deal.” She grinned.
Suddenly, Ms. Lightbody walked by. “Who is that child standing outside the door?” She asked. Vanessa shot you a look and you subtly shook your head at her, and at anyone who turned towards you.
No one answered her. “He asked me for my ID?!” You choked back a laugh. “He doesn’t even go here!” She continued. Everyone successfully avoided her, playing busy with whatever task they had in front of them. Vanessa kept brushing over your face with a clean brush while you both fought back smiles.
“Y/N!” Ms. Lightbody called. You shot out of your chair and approached her. “Yes ma’am?”
“Is your makeup all done?” You nodded while she examined your face. “Very well, head over to hair, we need everyone ready soon! Curtain opens in 15!”
That last one was directed at everybody and you could feel the shift in the atmosphere. If everyone wasn’t working before, they were now.
You headed over to hair and let one of the people there pin it up for you. After that, you were held into your costume, your friends pulling on layer after layer before finally, you were completely ready.
You looked in the mirror. “I look I came out a Jane Austen novel,” you murmured.
Lacy, who stood beside you, laughed. “And it suits you! You look beautiful Y/N, stunningly classic. Very vintage.” She nodded in approval.
You turned towards her and smiled, “Thank you, Lace.” You sucked in a breath and ran your hand down the hem of your costume. “I’m nervous,” you admitted shyly.
“Don’t be,” she replied, voice soft. “Hey, if you could pull off that scavenger hunt, this should be a piece of cake.” She smirked wickedly at you.
You laughed, “Actually, you’re right.”
“I always am.” she shrugged
“SHOWTIME EVERYONE, GET IN YOUR PLACES!” Ms. Lightbody’s voice boomed across the whole backstage.
You both looked at each other. “Break a leg.” She grinned at you.
You grinned right back. You could handle this.
The anxiety from before had mostly worn off. Now, all you felt were nervous jitters and even a little excitement. Everyone was right, you knew everything about this play like the back of your hand, and you were looking forward to being out there with people you’d come to think of as friends.
You got into place, standing beside Brad and some of your other cast-mates who were going to be in this first scene with you.
“Hey,” he said, voice low and he looked down at you with a large smile on his face.
“Hi,” you replied, smiling right back.
“Don’t think I got the chance to tell you, but I’m really happy you’re doing this.”
“Yeah, I think I am too.”
“Curtain warmers on?” Ms. Lightbody spoke into a little headset. “Perfect. And…action!”
The lights blinded you for a second, once the curtain opened, and you had to stop yourself from turning your face away. In the beat you had before the scene came to life, you chanced a glance at the crowd. You really wished you hadn’t.
Peter Parker was sitting front row.
As quickly as you looked, you averted your gaze, but not before you noticed a few things. Beside him sat Ned, and in the row behind them, right behind Ned’s chair, sat MJ. And all three of them had their mouths hanging open. You had to fight down the heat threatening to rise to your face.
You never told them, hell, you didn’t even know. What were they gonna think? There was no way you could pull this off, you were all fooling yourselves, everyone was wrong and-
The first line was delivered, and it all came to life.
You were panting, running backstage. There was a small intermission at the moment, and you had just changed your outfit, from the simple gown you were adorning, to a bigger one. This one was more detailed and more eye-catching. It was supposed to be special because it was meant for the last scene of the whole play. The confession. Your kiss with Brad.
In the heat of the moment, you’d forgotten that specific detail. And as you sat down in the makeup chair again and one of the girls reapplied your lipstick, it was all you could think about.
You had to kiss Brad. And Peter would be sitting front row watching the whole thing.
That shouldn’t matter. First of all, it was all part of an act. Even if you were still with Peter, (which you weren’t. You had to keep reminding yourself of that little detail) it wouldn’t have mattered because you were doing it for the play. A play you weren’t even planning on being a part of, acting-wise, of course.
And then there was Spider-Man. If there was anyone you had to be kissing right now, you wished it was him. But there was no chance of that happening after last night. You wondered how he was feeling right now. He’d probably tell you to relax and stop stressing yourself out.
The thought made you take in a breath through your mouth, and slowly exhale from your nose. Just like he’d taught you. You felt yourself relax and, not for the first time that night, you decided that you needed to just get through tonight. And then you could worry about everything else.
The girl helping you with your makeup (you didn’t recognize her, but appreciated the help nonetheless) pulled away and smiled. “Alright, I think you’re good to go.”
“Thank you.” You smiled back and stood from your chair.
Ms. Lightbody approached you, placing a hand on your shoulder, “Come on, Miss Y/L/N. We need to get you in place.”
You nodded as she led you to the wing on the side of the stage, the curtains were still down, and by the time they opened again, you would be standing on the makeshift balcony (built by the props team), soon to be joined by Brad.
You went to approach the steps of the balcony when you felt her hold you back.
“I wanted to thank you again Y/N. I know we were all planning on Miss Walker doing all this but honestly…I couldn’t be prouder.”
Your heart warmed at her confession. You were upset you didn’t get to see Lexi shine like you’d been planning but you hoped you’d do her proud. You were glad to know you did Ms. Lightbody proud.
Without saying a word, you throw your arms around her in a warm embrace. She quickly reciprocated.
“I know we’ve all given you a hard time these past few weeks, and we don’t say it enough but we appreciate you. All of us.”
You both pulled back and her eyes were full of emotion. “Thank you Y/N, truly. Now go, I’ll get Mr. Davis ready.”
You nodded and stepped onto the set, positioning yourself at the end of the balcony. The balcony protruded from the side of the stage and covered a quarter of it. The backdrop you’d been appreciating just yesterday now stood to your side. You saw parts of it glitter from the light leaking in from backstage and you stifled a laugh.
Soon, the curtain opened. You’d grown used to the lights by now, welcoming their glow over your face. You gripped the railing and played broken-hearted, right now, Stephanie and Gabriel had just had a falling out during a ball and you had run out onto the balcony to get some air.
“Stephanie.” Brad approached behind you, and you turned around in fake shock.
The hardest part about acting, you’d come to find, was keeping a serious face and not laughing at yourself or your partner.
“Leave me be, Gabriel.” You waved a hand at him, turning away.
He caught your arm and held it gently between the two of you, standing so close, you were trapped between the railing and him.
“I can’t,” he said, his voice strangled. He looked down at you, face so pained, you almost believed him.
And so it began, the two of you going back and forth, delivering your lines, monologues about your feelings for each other, and how nothing in the world mattered except holding the other person, even for a moment.
Brad was finishing up, he was pacing back and forth in front of you while you listened intently.
“…And all this, because I love you.” He stopped in front of you now, hands coming up to cup your face. You did your best to get your expression to convey the love you (or Stephanie) were supposed to be feeling and then it happened.
Brad leaned, crashing his lips onto yours. You throw your arms around him, meeting him just as eagerly, and tried your best not to think about all the people currently watching suck each other’s faces off. One of his hands traveled down to your waist while the other moved from your cheek to hold the back of your head as he dipped you. Cheers broke out across the crowd.
You two stayed locked together like that for a few moments as the curtains closed, and then you broke apart. You were both panting, faces flushed, but you didn’t have time to think about what just happened. You and Brad had started moving off the balcony and onto the actual stage itself, the other members of the cast and crew joining you to take the final bow.
You all lined up across the stage, hands interlocked. With you and Brad in the middle, the curtains opened. You could still hear the applause before, but now, it got even louder and you couldn’t help the big smile that overtook your face. People were whistling, and clapping, someone was even throwing roses. You all took a bow together, and rose together, throwing your interlocked hands in the air.
Your body was buzzing with adrenaline. It was over, you’d actually done it. You could see Ms. Lightbody standing to the side, gleaming with pride at you all.
Soon, you all let go of each other and started embracing and exchanging congratulations. Brad turned toward you and pulled you into a tight hug, lifting you up a little. You laughed, holding onto him just as tight. The applause seemed never-ending, even as you all started walking off stage.
Now backstage, there was a buzz in the air. Not the same as a couple hours ago, which had been anxiety and nerves. This was triumph, pride, and adrenaline.
“Alright everyone,” Ms. Lightbody approached the center of the room once everyone had reconvened. “We’ve finally finished. And it was a hit.”
That caused everyone to start whooping and shouting. She rolled her eyes but even she couldn’t hide the smile creeping onto her face.
She held up a hand, “Okay. I just wanted to let you all know, how proud I am of each and every single one of you. You all worked so hard to make this happen and you worked through every problem that came your way.” She gave you a pointed look and the cheers started up again.
You hid your face in your hands as your friends pulled you into side hugs. “And I just wanted to say,” she continued. “We’ve all had a long night. Leave the cleaning for another day, everyone, go celebrate!”
She waved her hands and everyone started cheering again, moving as one to the back door to meet up with their friends and family.
As soon as you entered the hall you were bombarded by thanks and praises from your friends. You thanked them and threw their compliments right back at them, saying that this whole thing was a group effort.
You were flying from one group to another, everyone shouting your name. You were currently with Noah, Jack, and Lacy, telling them how good a job they did on the sets when you heard your name being shouted out again.
You turned around and saw MJ. Grinning, you excused yourself from the group and charged at her, pulling her into a hug without giving her any time to protest. To your surprise, she pulled you in just as tight.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” She mumbled into your hair.
“Oh my god,” you started, “MJ it was insane. It all happened so fast, that Lexi got sick, so she didn’t show up! And I knew all the lines and stuff so I had to step in cause no one thought of casting an understudy and-,”
You pulled back from the hug but kept your hands on her shoulders. “Oh my god, what did you think? Was it bad? You can tell me -,”
“No! No way, holy shit Y/N, it was so good!”
“Seriously?” you smiled at her. “What happened to the whole ‘school productions are so cringe’ mindset?”
“That was before her best friend was starring in one,” said Ned. You hadn’t realized he was standing beside you two, with Peter beside him.
“Don’t worry, Y/N,” He continued. “The show was amazing. And you popping up on stage was a fun surprise.”
You grinned at him. “Thank you, Ned! I’m so happy you all made it.” You looked at Peter and offered him a small smile. He’d really helped you out today, and the fact that he’d made it to the actual show, and stuck it out till the end, meant a lot as well.
“Oh of course we made it!” Ned cut it, putting your attention back on him. “Petey here wouldn’t shut up about it. Went out and bought you flowers and everything.”
Your mouth fell open at his words, and for the first time, you noticed the large bouquet in Peter’s arms. You saw Peter nudge his friend hard and Ned winced before his face lit up in understanding. He grabbed MJ by the hand (which she quickly yanked back from him) and said, “Ok, well we’re gonna go talk to someone else. Congrats Y/N!” But you didn’t have a chance to reply before he was scurrying off, MJ with him.
You stared at them for a bit before turning all your attention to Peter. He cleared his throat before saying, “Hey.”
“Hi.”
“These are for you,” he said, holding out the bouquet of fresh flowers. You accepted them from him and brought them up to your nose, taking in a whiff of the sweet scent.
“My favorite.” You whispered, fingers lightly tracing the petals.
He nodded. “Yeah, um, I saw them and I thought you might like them. Especially with everything, you know,” he gestured vaguely, “thought you’d like some flowers.”
Your heart warmed at the thought that he saw your favorite flowers while he was out and thought of you. “Thank you, really. But you didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to.” He admitted.
You looked around, unable to meet his eyes. You focused on the floor, “Well thanks Parker, that was really sweet of you.”
He sighed, “Y/N please, I don’t want to-,”
But he got cut off by someone shouting your name. “Y/N!” Brad approaches you two. He looked Peter up and down before turning to you, “Hey, so the whole cast and stuff is going out for ice cream in our costumes, thought it’d be fun. Wanna join?”
Your face lit up, “Of course!”
He grinned right back at you. “Great. Come on, they’re leaving now.
You turned towards Peter, whose expression looked harder than before. “Listen, thank you so much for your help today, it means a lot. And thank you for the flowers.”
He nodded but his attention was on Brad. He finally turned toward you, his expression notably softening, “Like I said before, anything for you Y/N/N.”
You stayed there for a bit, caught in his eyes, unable to look away. It isn’t until Brad places a hand on your shoulder that you realize you’ve been staring.
“Ready to go?” He asked. You nodded and turned to leave. As you were walking out the door, you turned to look over your shoulder. You weren’t even sure why, but as you did, you caught Peter already staring. You sent him a little wave and he returned it before turning and walking away himself, shoving his hands in his pockets.
You walked to the ice cream shop with the others, still holding your flowers. And after everything that happened today, all you could think about was Peter.
You had a blast. The ice cream shop was packed with a bunch of high school kids in old-timesy clothing, laughing and joking with each other.
Brad had paid for your ice cream, despite your multiple refusals, claiming that they all owed you for stepping in and saving their asses.
“Consider it a thank you for that great kiss earlier.” He winked before walking off.
That had gotten you to shut up.
You all sat at tables surrounding each other, even pushing some together. You ate your ice cream in peace, joining the conversation every now and then to make a joke.
Someone had gotten Lexi on the phone and you all said hello. She congratulated you and you thanked her, letting her know you thought it should’ve been her on that stage instead. She made some joke about ‘if you wanted the whole front row to be covered in vomit, then I totally should’ve been there, you’re right.’ And you all laughed.
You had noticed Jack and Lacy moved to their own spot across the store. They were laughing together with Jack’s arm around her cocooning them from the world. It seemed they had finally gotten together and you couldn’t be more happy for them.
For some reason, the only thing on your mind was Spider-Man. It was silly but all you could think about was finding a way to make things right with him. It sucked that you had no way to reach him, but you’d decided to wait on the roof tonight, hoping he’d see you while swinging and stop by. Even if he left right after you apologized, you wouldn’t mind. You just wanted to see him.
You realized how late it was getting, and that it was usually now when you met up with him. So you'd asked Martha, (her mom helped with costumes, but she worked on the props) for a ride back since she had a car and lived in an apartment building near yours.
She quickly agreed, claiming she was ready to go too, but she had to walk back to the school to grab her car.
So you’d waited, but you couldn’t fight off your anxiety. Your leg kept bouncing up and down. You stayed like that for a while before Brad put a hand on your knee, stopping the action.
“You alright,” he asked, some sort of half-smile on his face. You looked at him then and thought, I can see why people like you Brad. He was kind, he was funny, he was fairly handsome, pretty popular too. And yet all you could think about was heading back home and waiting for someone you didn’t even really know.
You nodded, “Yeah, I’m just waiting for Martha to pull up.”
“I could walk you home if you wanted.” He offered.
You smiled but shook your head, “No, but thank you, I’m kind of in a rush.”
“Everything alright?”
“Everything’s fine.” You assured him. “Just…tired.”
“Yeah,” he nodded at you. “I get that. But hey.”
You looked up at him expectantly.
“Before you go there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”
Your eyes shot open. “Oh?” You said, and it felt oddly reminiscent of that moment the two of you shared in the hall.
“Yeah. Would you wanna go out with me sometime?”
“Like a date?” You blurted out. Like an idiot, you thought. You knew it was coming and yet you’re acting like he just told you he was Taylor Swift.
He smiled at you and nodded, “Yeah, like a date.”
Oh Martha, where are you?
You were silent for a few seconds before you cleared your throat. There was no crawling away this time, no Peter running to interrupt. You had to face this.
“I really like you Brad but…I can’t out with you.”
His expression fell a little, but he didn’t look surprised. “It’s Parker, isn’t it?”
You were taken aback. “Huh?”
He nodded his head towards and flowers lying in your lap, “Parker. I saw you two today. When he was helping before the show, that was all for you. He sat front row before he even knew you were going to be on that stage.”
You blew out a breath and ran a hand through your hair, which you’d taken out of its updo. “I don’t know.” You told him honestly. “I don’t know and that’s the problem. Things are still really weird between me and him, and going out with you? That wouldn’t be fair to me or you.” And the other person you couldn’t wait to see.
He nodded again, understanding coating his features. “I get that, but hey,” he smiled at you, “we’re still friends right?”
You grinned wide, relief flowing through you. The last thing you’d wanted to do was hurt his feelings and you were so glad he was taking this so well.
“Of course we are,” you replied honestly. Right then, your phone started ringing and you stood up to answer. Martha was outside waiting for you.
You walked back to your table, saying your goodbyes to everyone. You were pulled into hugs and thanked a few more times. You really wanted to take your time but you couldn’t stop the part of you that wanted to rush home and sprint onto the rooftop.
As soon as you were out the door you were sprinting to the car. You spent the whole ride anxiously fiddling with the bouquet of flowers from Peter.
You barely thanked her as you stepped out the door, closing it and waving goodbye as she pulled away.
You rushed straight up the stairs, wasting no minute. You felt hopeful, for the first time in a long time. You were going to make sure he knew you were sorry, make sure the two of you remained friends.
You stepped onto the roof, the wind blowing around you. Only then did you realize you were still in your costume. That didn’t matter though, you didn’t want to risk going down to change. And you were sure that if he did stop by tonight, he would love to hear about the crazy day you had.
You stepped close to the ledge, setting the bouquet down by your feet and you leaned over slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of the hero you’d come to think of as a friend.
A weird sense of familiarity washed over you, and you realized, this was exactly what you’d been doing a few hours ago. Standing on that makeshift balcony, waiting for your lover to come so you could make amends. Except, this wasn’t a fake balcony, and there was no way you and Spider-Man were lovers, barely friends at best. But still, there was something familiar there.
You waited. And waited. Just when you were starting to give up hope, you heard the small thwip you’d come to realize signaled his arrival. Soon after, you heard a pair of feet land in the middle of your rooftop.
You turned toward him, heart racing. For a moment neither of you said anything, just stared at each other, but you quickly decided you needed to get your words out before he left again like last night.
“I am so sorry. I’ve been so worried since last night that I upset you and I can't stand it, please would you-,”
Oh….oh.
Before you could even inhale to get your next word out, he was walking towards you, ripping his mask off, gripping your face, and pulling you into a deep kiss.
You didn’t even get to see him but that was the last thought on your mind. He was kissing you. And it was perfect. Your hands flew up to his hair, and you tugged slightly, making him kiss you even harder.
His mouth moved against yours like he’d been waiting his whole life to do this, and couldn’t believe he finally got the chance. You met him just as eagerly, for each kiss, trying to memorize the feeling of his lips on yours.
Something about this, all of it, felt so, so familiar. But every time you made to pull away, his lips chased yours and you couldn’t help but give in.
Soon enough you both pulled away to catch your breaths, eyes still shut as you leaned into each other, foreheads touching. You enjoyed the moment for a bit, and then you opened your eyes, about to make a joke about how that was an interesting way to accept an apology.
You gasped out loud, hands flying up to cover your mouth as you stumbled backward.
“Oh my god,” you whispered. “Oh my god.”
“Y/N/N, I’m so sorry,” he says. Peter says. Because it’s Peter standing in front of you right now and he didn’t seem to be the least bit taken aback by your reaction.
You’re unsure what to say to him, your head is reeling and you can't breathe.
“Oh my god,” you repeated, your voice barely a breath.
“Y/N, please, please let me explain.” He stepped toward you and reached out a hand.
You shook your head so quick, that you thought you might give yourself whiplash. “No. This,” you pointed at him, “is so sick, Peter.” Your voice broke at the end and you tried to fight back the tears that were already burning in your eyes.
His eyes widened. “Y/N I promise you, it’s not what you think-,”
“What do you think I think Peter?” You asked him, voice full of exasperation. “Because I think, you lied to me. I think, you played me for a fool. I think, you’re sick and twisted for sitting here with me every night and playing friends with me. Asking me about my day, pretending to care. Fuck, asking me about my ex. Continuously,
“I think,” you continued, tears flowing freely now, voice shaky and weak, but still conveying your anger. “I think you got me to trust you, again. Just so you could stomp all over every bit of me, again!”
“It’s not like that Y/N, it was never like that. Please, believe me, sweetheart. Please don’t cry.” He begged, looking like it was taking every muscle in his body to hold himself back from pulling you in again.
“Why should I believe you?” You snapped at him. It was hard for him to believe that, just a minute ago, he was holding you again. Kissing you like nothing else in the world mattered. He’d give anything to have that back.
“Because every moment we had out here was real! Every concern, every question. I was never playing pretend, I just, ugh!” He groaned out loud, dropping his head in his hands, and tugging his hair tightly before looking up at you again. “I fucked up Y/N,” his voice is watery, and because you can’t undo the time you spent together, as Peter and as Spider-Man, you can’t help the strong impulses you feel to hold him tight. But you stand your ground and wait for him to continue.
“First when I didn’t tell you about this,” he said gesturing towards his suit. “Which has its own reasons. And then again, when I bailed on you all those times, which was because of this. And again when I let you walk away from me that night at school. I should’ve fought for you, I should’ve shown up more, I should’ve shown up every time and never given you any reason to not trust me,
“But I didn’t. And you called things off… And at that moment, all I could think was you, walking down the streets of New York, crying, and distracted.” He shuddered and your heart fell. You’d never thought of it like that. “You don’t know the things I’ve seen,” he said, looking up at you, eyes red and face flushed.
“So I thought I’d just walk you home, make sure you got there safely, and then I’d start staying away. But it was you,” his voice broke. “And you were so upset and all I could think was that it’s my fault and I hated myself. So when you invited me to hang out on the roof with you, I thought I’d show up, try to cheer you up a little,
“And you made me tea, that night,” he laughed softly. “I don’t think you even realized, but you made it the way I always drink my tea. My favorite.” Your mouth fell open a little when you realized you had, in fact, made his favorite tea that night. He’d told you during a late-night conversation before you two had started dating, and ever since, it was the only tea you drank.
“So I had to stay,” he continued. “And then we started talking, and you were joking, and telling me things I had no idea about. And I never wanted to leave,” he admitted softly.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked him, pointing at his mask on the floor, voice raspy from the tears still clogged in your throat. “When we were still together? I’ll bet that's why you were always bailing, isn’t it?”
He looked down and nodded. “It is. Or was. I wanted to,” he looked up at you suddenly, his face so sincere, that you could feel the desperation in his next words. “God Y/N, you have no idea how many times I almost did. But I stopped myself every time because the risks of you knowing were too high.”
“Risks?” You asked confused.
He nodded, “I’ve met a lot of people. Bad people. And if the one catches wind of this, of you? If someone ever tried something, I’d never forgive myself.” He looked away shaking his head.
“So no one knows?”
He shook his head again. “Only Ned and May.”
“Ned knows?” You knew they were best friends, but really?
“It's not like that, no.” He waved his hand. “He found out by accident. He was waiting in my room one day, and I crawled in through the window ‘cause I didn’t see him.”
You huff out a breath from your nose. That was so Peter. You’d bet money that May found out in some similar situation.
“Wait,” you started, “if we went through all of that, and you still didn’t tell me, why tell me now?”
“Because I can’t stand to be away from you any longer.” His voice sounded broken, like he’d been dying to get that off his chest.
He stepped closer again, and you didn’t push him away this time, much to his surprise. He doesn’t stop until he’s standing right in front of you.
“I’ll protect you from anything or anyone that may come your way. I’d do anything for you sweetheart,” he repeated his words from earlier and you felt something grow in your chest. One of his hands came up to cup your cheek, the other, moving to your waist. Your hands rose up to lay on his chest.
“God, you have no idea how much it was killing me to sit beside you all those nights and not be able to touch you.” He whispered, staring straight into your eyes.
You met his gaze. You believed him, every word. You’d known Peter for years, you knew when he was lying to you, which was part of why you broke up with him. You knew he was lying to you, or holding something back from you, you just didn’t know what. But you still had a few more questions.
“Last night. Why did you run off? Why didn’t you just tell me then?”
“Because I was a coward,” he admitted, expression sad. “I was enjoying it all too much, I wasn’t ready to ruin it yet. I still couldn’t believe I found a way to still talk to you, and you were asking to see me,” he blew out a breath.
Yeah, obviously that didn’t initially start well.
You nodded. “And when you kept asking me about you. About my ex and how I felt about him, why?” That part still had you confused
He looked up, closing his eyes, “I won’t lie to you sweetheart, that was just me being a dumbass. That was complete selfishness and…,”
He trailed off. “And what?” You questioned him. There was some unspoken thing you two were doing right now, that you could ask anything, and he’d answered honestly. It was the least he could do.
“And jealously,” he finished quietly, looking down at the ground.
“Jealousy?” You repeated, still confused. “But who would you be jealous of…oh.”
And it was then that you realized how you’d talked about Brad to Spider-Man (before you knew who he was of course), and how, right after, when he’d asked about Peter, you’d said something about just trying to forget the whole thing. You had to hold back a laugh when you remembered all that. Poor guy must’ve been going insane.
He nodded. “You kept talking about that Brad guy and talking about trying to get over me. And I hated that you seemed to be getting over me so quick. Like I said, completely selfish. I'm sorry.”
“No,” you shook your head, “that makes sense actually. But seriously Peter..” You trailed off, shaking your head again.
Worry crept onto his features, “I know I messed up Y/N/N, big time, but I’m willing to do anything-,”
“You really thought I was into Brad?” You asked, wrinkling your nose up at him.
He let out a breath of relief, before laughing a little. God, he was so happy you were joking with him.
He leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours, “I’m sorry sweetheart.”
“You’re forgiven,” you told him, the sincerity in your tone impossible to miss, and he knew you were talking about more than the crazy jealousy.
He looked down into your eyes, his gaze so intense you almost went to look away. “I’m the luckiest man alive,” he whispered, his voice so low, you wondered if he even meant to say it out loud.
His eyes flickered down to your lips, and you took that as your cue. You leaned in, closing the gap between you. He kissed you back instantly. It was softer than the one earlier, but way more meaningful. Every press of his lips on yours felt like repairing something. Mending whatever it was that had broken between the two of you.
You pulled away first because you knew he wouldn’t, but he didn’t let you get far. He started planting kisses all over your face.
"Have I told you," Kiss. "How beautiful," Kiss. "I think you look tonight? And every night."
You laughed, face heating up at his compliments. "Thank you, Petey."
"I love it when you call me that." He said, grinning like a lovesick idiot. He leaned in and kissed your cheek one more time before he pulled away again.
"I didn't like it." He said, a frown on his face.
"Didn't like what babe?" You asked, tilting your head up at him while your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck.
He let out a sigh, "The breakup. Being broken up. Not talking to you, as me, I mean. Not as Spider-Man. And I sure as hell didn't like seeing some other guy make out with my girl in front of everyone."
You laughed and you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach when he called you his girl. "Well don't worry," you told him, moving your hands to cup his face. "We're not doing that again, not if we can help it."
You leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips, before pulling away, which made him whine.
He moved his hands to your shoulder as he buried his face in your neck, breathing in your scent.
“You drive me crazy, sweetheart.” He said, voice muffled by your skin.
You giggled, “You drive me crazier, Peter Parker.”
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Har me out; being a stubborn omega, always declaring that you don't need any alpha. You can take care of yourself. Even when you go out and see omegas heavily pregnant with their omegas, you push down the feelings of envy. It's just your instincts, who cares?
But one day, your heat hits you, and hits you bad. You had a feeling your instincts would be insufferable, and they usually are during your heats since you're unclaimed, but this time around it's terribly bad. You don't know if it's because of you want these instincts to stop or because of your instincts, but you do remember that you have fertility pills you were keeping for a friend..
You take a few (or a handful, it's hard to remember) and head out, the moon high in the sky. You hard ever head out, always too busy or focusing on school, but it couldn't matter less. Maybe if you just got pregnant with one litter, your instincts would finally stop.
You head to a club, and it's easy to get in, and you couldn't get less about your pheromones at the moment before spotting someone who was obviously an alpha; me. I was far too well kept for being in a club, but you could care less. Your feet move you over to me, and I greet you with a charming smile.
We make brief small talk. I'm here because I was recently promoted high up into my company, especially surprising since I was only a year older than you. I was only here to celebrate, but I could clearly tell what you were here for.
You had dragged me back into one of the rooms the club had (apparently this sort of thing happened often) and just soon enough I was mounting you, my cock pounding away at your cunt. You could hardly remember that night, between how pleasurable it felt, how good it felt to have your instincts finally satisfied, and how rough yet soft I was towards you. I never pushed you farther than you could go. (Another reason why I was such a good alpha for you, your instincts informed you.)
When you awoke, you were dressed and alone in the club room. You were disappointed, but also relieved. No more annoying instincts, but even with being satisfied and telling yourself you wouldn't contact me, you still took the card I left beside you.
And as the days passed, you noticed your belly slowly swelling. You were a bit concerned, and checking the fertility pills confirmed your worries. You had taken way more than you had intended to. Who knows how many pups you were carrying now?
You weren't sure what happened first weeks later. Either your instincts, which had been steadily growing in time, finally consumed you or your lust did, and you called me. I was such a good alpha, you needed me.
I was there in just and hour, to see my poor little omega on his couch, desperately trying to make himself cum, but couldn't because of how large his stomach had gotten. I chuckled as I walked over to you, kissing your stomach before trailing my hand down to your wet cunt.
"Just let your alpha take care of you, my little omega." And that was all you needed to hear to surrender yourself to your instincts completely. And now with your first littered delivered and your stomach heavy with another, you know you made the right choice.
🐺
i wasn't ignorant of my instincts, but i refused to let myself succumb to them - too stubborn to see where that would land me. i stared at every bred omega i saw with buried envy, refusing to admit that i wanted that for myself, too.
until my heat hit.
i had a friend who was actively trying for a litter, but their state hadn't cleared the fertility meds they wanted to try for OTC sale - so i had bought them for them and was keeping them safe until they could make the trip to come get them. except now, with my heat messing with my brain, i fumbled to get the cap off myself, pouring i don't know how many into my palm and swallowing them down. then, i put on my best outfit and headed out.
the club i ended up at was nice - which is how i ended up meeting you, celebrating such a big event. my pheromones were pumping out nonstop, and if i wasnt able to smell them, i would be able to tell from your dilated pupils. it didn't take much after that to get you to one of the breeding rooms in the back - even the nicest clubs know better than to risk the mess of a breeding in the bathroom.
you mount me, and im gone, cumming from nearly everything you do - when you bottom out, when you start thrusting, hard, when you knot me for the first time. you pump me full of cum, and i can still feel it, warm inside me, when i wake up, even with you gone.
my instincts are gone, too, and i'm relieved until my belly starts swelling much faster than i would expect. after a few days, i give in and check the fertility pills, and at least half the bottle is gone.
half the bottle, of a fertility booster with a recommended dosage of one.
fuck.
it still takes a few weeks for me to call you - a few more weeks of growing concerningly big for such a short time frame. but even with the logical concern, my instincts are rearing their head again, telling me im such a good omega for taking such a big litter, such a good omega for my alpha, and it's not long before those instincts have me calling you to tell you - and to beg for you to take care of me again.
the hour between the phonecall and your arrival is torture. i can't reach my cunt anymore, my belly in the way even after just a few weeks. you're quick to approach, lips pressing against my belly before your hand presses against my cunt.
let your alpha take care of you, my little omega. that's all it takes for my mind to break, spreading my legs even wider for you as you take me again, soothing my raging hormones and breeding me like you could knock me up again. and months later, when i've given birth to that first litter and you've dosed me with excess fertility meds again, you do get to knock me up again - and i couldn't be happier.
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broken heart (4) - a JJ Maybank blurb
summary: y/n and JJ talk (idk how to write summaries, I'm sorry)
warnings: swearing (?)
word count: 700
author's note: I'm too invested now to not drag this out just a little, bear with my babes. I also realized that it technically doesn't count as a blurb anymore but I don't wanna change the title also
part 1 | part 2 | part 3
Did it feel weird to be kissed by your best friend? Yes, but as it turned out, it wasn't in a bad way. Did it still startle you? Also, yes.
Yet, you did what felt right. Kissing him back.
And while one part of your brain was focused on kissing him, the other part was trying to figure out what was happening. He said he loved you. JJ Maybank, known for never letting anyone closer to him than his friends got to be, had said he loved you, and then he had kissed you.
“Will you say something?” JJ asked, still holding onto you, but you couldn't do much else but stare at him. His messy hair falling into his face, the blue of his eyes barely visible, his lips-
Like a déjà vu it all came crashing down on you. He loved you, and he had kissed you, and you had kissed him back and then- nothing. You didn't know what to say or do because as soon as reality settled into your bones, they started to feel as if they were made of rubber, threatening to give out from under you.
“Y/n/n please say something,” JJ whispered, slightly scared by your sudden lack of communication skills.
“Uhm, I- I mean-,” you stammered, eyes lowering to his chest where your hands had settled, clawing into the gray fabric of his shirt. “Very confused.”
“I thought- Fuck, I'm sorry,” JJ exclaimed frantically, letting go off you and starting to pace the room while you stumbled back to the bed and fell down on it.
“Are you sure?” you asked, slowly lifting your gaze to look up at him, and he nodded, mumbling a repeated “yes.”
It wasn't as much a confusion over your own feelings, you had always been sure of those. No, it was more a confusion on why he had decided to spring all of this on you now. Why now?
“Because it's long overdue,” JJ replied, and you looked at him confused.
“What?”
“You kept mumbling ‘why now.’ I thought you wanted an answer,” he shrugged and sat down next to you.
“I mean,” you exhaled a long breath. “How long have you felt like this?”
“Since your first boyfriend, Derek, fucking loser. I don't know why you went out with him.”
“Reminded me of you in a way,” you replied without thinking. Every guy you had ever been interested in had only ever been interesting to you, because he had reminded you of JJ in some way, shape, or form. Derek for example shared the striking blue eyes and JJ's interest in motorcycles, other than that they were completely different.
“Really? That ass reminded you of me?” JJ laughed.
“Don't laugh, I know it's stupid as fuck,” you said, but you had to laugh too. “I've been in love with you for longer than I can remember.”
“You never said anything,” he whispered, taking your hand in his and intertwining your fingers.
“You didn't either.”
“Didn't wanna make it weird,” he admitted, and his argument was soundproof, because it was the same reason why you had also never told him.
“So, you love me?” you ask and turn your head to look at him.
“Yep, and you love me.”
“Yeah.”
“Good. That's some good information. Very good,” JJ nodded his head and he didn't seem to want to stop.
“You're making it weird just now,” you giggled and tried to hold his face still so he would stop nodding, but he kept doing it regardless until you were pinning him into the mattress while laughing.
“Hey, y/n/n?” JJ hushed, holding you up on him with your hands intertwined and him pushing against you.
“Yes, Maybank?” you smiled down at him, the boy of your dreams who was in love with you, just like he had kept telling you in your dreams.
“Can you pinch me?” he whispered, a wide smile on his face and once you did, he started laughing loudly. “Good, I was scared.”
“Why? Have you been dreaming of me?” you tilted your head slightly, and then he pulled you down, his mouth attaching to your ear.
“Every fucking night, princess.”
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part 5
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summary: an expanded edition of percy and annabeth's underwater kiss.
word count: 1073 words
a/n: even without looking it up, i can guarantee that there's hundreds of fics about this scene. i wrote my own anyways though because i wanted to.
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also on ao3!
My Weak Spot
I'd like to say my first instinct wasn't my own survival. It would be a cute story to tell those catty little gossips from the Aphrodite cabin if I could say that after our fellow campers tossed us in the lake, I pulled myself right down into Percy's arms, drawn to him like a magnet— or something more poetic, I suppose, like a flower growing towards her sun, or two stars being pulled together across galaxies, planets caught in a celestial dance, meeting their climax in a glorious supernova that sends a spark across the universe.
Maybe that all makes sense if you're a child of Aphrodite. And maybe if you're one of Posiedon's kids and can breathe underwater, sure, why waste another second just for something like oxygen? But, I guess I was just cursed with being a daughter of Athena, and actually having to think things through and pay attention to little details like breathing.
So, as soon as I went under the water, my first priority was, well, to not be under the water. I started swimming up, and would've poked my head out from under the canoe lake immediately, but I felt something pull on my hand, bringing me back down to the lake floor.
Before I had a chance to object, I felt the air return to my lungs. I opened my eyes to see Percy, a familiar smile on his face as he pulled me closer to himself. A bubble of air surrounded the both of us, from the top of our heads down to the bottom of our camp t-shirts, though I really hoped that whatever miracle kept Percy dry when he left the water would also dry out my favorite green utility shorts when we resurfaced.
"We don't have to swim back to the surface quite yet," Percy said, "and this is probably the only place in all of camp half-blood where we can finish the conversation we were having without everyone else eavesdropping."
"Oh?" I asked with a smile, "and what more did you have to say?"
Percy always had this way about him of looking cuter than normal when he was flustered— usually because it made him talk less, so his stupidity wasn't counteracting his looks as much as normal. Right now was no exception, and the increasing red flush on his cheeks, illuminated by the underwater moonlight, made his whole demeanor more appealing than it usually was.
"I, uh," he scratched at the back of his neck, "it's not as much about what I have to say. I think I've been saying it for a while already, even when I didn't realize, and even when you didn't make it all that easy for me." He took my other hand in his, then added, "I really like you, Annabeth."
"You're not so bad, yourself," I teased.
"Wow," Percy rolled his eyes, "that's still probably the nicest thing you've ever said to me."
"No," I said, as half a dozen genuinely kind things I'd told him came to mind, "the nicest thing I've said to you is this: I really like you. I don't think we've ever exactly been 'just friends,' but I want you to know, I never want us to be, either."
Percy smiled, "and when did you tell me that?"
I let go of his hand and shoved his shoulder, playfully and lovingly, but not too gently.
"Right now, Seaweed Brain," I said.
"I know," he laughed, and I felt his free hand— his hand that wasn't still holding mine— on the back of my neck, "and I want to be more than just your friend too."
"And what does that mean?" I asked.
"For right now," he said, leaning closer and pulling me closer to himself, "it means I can do this."
Percy had never kissed me before. I'd kissed him on the cheek when we won that chariot race together, and I kissed him last year before he blew up Mount Saint Helens, and I kissed him a moment ago on the pavilion before we were so rudely interrupted, but he'd never been the one to kiss me.
That is, until now.
His lips met mine, gently, almost as if he was afraid I'd pull away if he moved too fast. I closed my eyes, not wanting to think about anything else besides this kiss, and Percy, and the fact that we were here, together.
I'd survived, despite my injuries, in the battle for Olympus.
He'd survived his sixteenth birthday.
I didn't have to worry about Percy's feelings for Rachel, or anyone else.
And Percy didn't have to worry about me and anyone else, either.
As I pulled myself closer to him, my soaked sneakers dragging through the wet sand, my fingers dragging through his magically-dry hair, my lips dragging across his, I knew this was all I'd ever need— that Percy was the only boy I'd ever need in my life.
My fingers trailed down to his neck, and I thought I heard a softly whispered "oh," like you'd read about in all the old love stories, and he kissed me with all the more fervor.
My fingers ran further down his back, but his whole body suddenly tensed, and for half a second he pulled away from me.
I opened my eyes, about to ask if everything was alright, but he pulled my lips back to his before I could say anything.
His arms wrapped tighter around me like he was scared he might lose me, his fingers gripping my side like I was the one thing keeping him tied to this earth.
"Oh yeah," I remembered, "I am."
Percy had bathed in the river of souls, given himself invulnerability— and as a result, he had a very sensitive spot where I'd just touched him on the small of his back.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
"About what?" Percy asked.
"I forgot about your weak spot," I said, my fingers tracing nervously near it, but not too close.
I felt his lips curve into a smile, and he whispered back, "Annabeth, you are my weak spot."
As corny as it was, I giggled a little.
He then pulled me even closer than we already were, his hand on my neck so firmly that I couldn't've pulled away if I wanted to.
And why would I want to pull away?
This was the best underwater kiss of all time.
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Whumpril 2024 - Day 22 - Stoicism Breaks
I've been threatening to send Mariano to therapy so here we ARE! I reference a little RP I had with @comfy-whumpee that's been swirling in my brain ever since we did it c:<
TWs: self harm mention, suicide mention, anxiety mention, talk of a shooting, talk of captivity, this is real cathartic though I promise it's not bad
Ex-military, spent most of his twenties in foreign federal prison, history of anxiety, suicidal ideation, and self-harm. Stoic, highly traumatized, closed off, slow to open up. Hesitant to talk about intense experiences, needs reassurance. Overly concerned with others' needs.
Mary Barlowe looked over her notes before walking into the latest session with Mariano Cross. He wasn't her most difficult patient to talk to, not by a long shot. She never had to worry about calling security, or convincing him to leave when time was up. He was polite, punctual, and friendly.
But he was challenging in his own way.
He'd had a full decade of people telling him that he was an irredeemable monster, and he'd taken it all very seriously. Discussing anything heavier than everyday troubles was approached with the same caution that stray dogs approached an outstretched hand. He barely seemed to have even a basic connection to his own body or emotions, sounding detached whenever he spoke about them. They were things he needed help with, of course, but it was clear that there were things buried deeper than that.
The small, quick smile he gave her when she entered was a fantastic sign. "Good afternoon, Doctor Barlowe." He was already seated, back straight, both feet flat on the floor, and careful hands folded and resting on his leg.
"Good afternoon, Mariano." She returned the greeting easily, taking her own seat in the comfortable chair opposite his. "You mentioned wanting to talk about something difficult today, did something happen?" She knew the answer to that. He'd missed a few sessions due to being hospitalized from a robbery gone wrong.
He hesitated, dark eyes darting to the table between them. "Yes. I...there was something that happened." He seemed to close in on himself, just so, hands still clasped firmly together. She could feel the tension that crept into his voice. "But I understand if we can't."
There it was, the familiar beginning of withdrawal. "Why wouldn't we be able to talk about it?" She leaned forward, a small smile on her face. She kept her features soft, her posture relaxed. "You're paying to have a space to talk about the difficult things."
"I am, yes." He trailed off, not quite meeting her eye yet. "But it was...graphic. I don't want to overstep. I've accidentally done that before, and I...I don't want to find a new therapist. I like you."
"Oh?" Mary's voice softened. "Mariano, let me reassure you: You are not the first former prisoner I've worked with, or the first soldier. If I need a moment after hearing something then I'll let you know, but you're not going to destroy me by just talking.
"You deserve to feel safe enough to say what's on your mind. I'm sure it gets heavy holding it in, doesn't it?" She saw something in his jaw tense, the hold he had on his own hand growing tighter.
Mariano swallowed, nodding, eyes on the tissue box between them. "...It does. I have dreams about it sometimes."
"I'd imagine so." She said. "What happens in those dreams?"
When Mariano spoke again, his voice was barely louder than a whisper. "I can't call for help after I'm shot, and I wind up dying." He took a deeper breath, the sound just barely trembling. "It always feels...very realistic."
"Were you alone when it happened?" Mariano didn't move. His eyes never left the tissue box. "Mariano?" She had a feeling that he wasn't thinking about whether or not he needed a tissue.
He looked up at her, tension tight around his eyes, jaw set, and shoulders curled in on himself. "I...I don't want to hurt you."
"Have you hurt someone by talking about this before?" She spoke to him like he was backed into a corner, cowering away. He was, in a sense. It was like he was waiting for her to snap at him.
Mariano nodded.
"Can you tell me about it?"
Mariano hesitated, his grip shifting to his own elbows. He looked even smaller in the soft, pale green chair. "One of my friends asked me what happened, and why people weren't applying to the ad we put out for more managers. I said that I got shot during a robbery and almost died, and that it had gotten publicized--I don't think I went into detail, but he said that I...ambushed him?"
Mariano's breath caught. "I don't want to overstep again." He repeated. "He's a therapist and...I tried to keep things civilian friendly. It was why people hadn't been applying, and I tried to keep it brief, I...I don't really know what I did wrong. I didn't want to ask him to explain if I'd already hurt him."
A frown ghosted across Mary's face. "I see. Well, you don't have to worry about that, here. I have my own therapist, and I come to work expecting to hear about hard things."
She pushed the tissues closer, leaning forward to catch Mariano's eye. "And I think that I would've answered similarly, in your shoes. Maybe your friend was just having a hard time himself, and didn't communicate that well.
"But most people wouldn't consider that an ambush, just like you wouldn't consider it one if you asked a friend how they'd been and they said that they'd broken their leg recently, or lost a pet." She smiled softly when Mariano continued looking at her. "I think you'd just consider that surprising and unfortunate."
Mariano's jaw trembled. His eyes shone in the mid-afternoon light that streamed in through the window. "...I would."
"This hour is yours, Mariano. I'm not going to get upset at you." She plucked a few tissues and offered them over. "I've seen you for a while now. You don't have to be vigilant like that with me."
Mariano took them, holding them tight.
"Let me help you set some of that heavy stuff down." Mary offered. "You don't have to hold it all in on your own. You won't hurt me with it. It's safe."
Mariano's shoulders shuddered as he crumbled face-first into the tissues. A sob crawled out of him, escaping into his palms. It sounded agonized, like he'd been holding it in for months.
It was the most emotion he'd shown the entire time she'd known him. "It's okay to let people help you. You don't have to be a one man army anymore."
When Mariano had collected himself again, minutes later, Mary listened as he told her about the night that he almost died.
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Hey! How’s your day been?
I saw that your requests were open on your pinned post and I was wondering if you write for/would you do a version of one of these for Mephistopheles? I feel like that purple haired nerd would become so smug and smarmy after hearing you say something about him y’know? Anyways thank you so much and I hope great things come your way!
Nonnie... Your brain is so huge... This one is for you bestie. Insufferable idiot, I want to punch him in the gut and then kiss him when he doubles over in pain <3.
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If anyone had asked the demon what he thought of you, he'd say a lot of things, a lot of backhanded compliments definitely. Now, though, he isn't so sure.
"He's dedicated, and he tries so hard. Its admirable. I really like when he doesn't feel the constant need to uphold his reputation and actually starts being his self. It makes me really like him. Also, you not tell him, I think, he's like, super attractive too. His hair is sooo pretty. His eyes make me understand why people wax poetry about their lovers eyes for so many lines it makes you want to die. To be completely honest, I think I'm into him, like, romantically. Ugh, kill me, I'm in love with an egotistical idiot."
No one just says things like that and doesn't mean it. His eyes are wide, a he thinks his jaw is open. He quickly compses himself, and just...walks away. He has to come to terms with this.
The next time he sees you, your bringing him a document from Diavolo, smile big as you hand it over. He smirks, and kept help but mention the converstation he overheard
"A little birdie told me you find me attractive" he simply says. Its funny, how the color seemingly drains and comes onto your face.
"I don't know what your talking about Mehpisto" you simply say, voice strained.
"I think you do. Something about how my eyes make you understand why people spend so much time describing their lovers eyes, or am I mistaken?" He's smug, and he can see the fear and anger all over your face.
"Why would I say something like that?" You've regained some composure, and roll your eyes. Your trying to shake him off, but he's not letting you do that. Oh no, he's going for the throat.
"Because you like me. Romantically." He simply states, and he watches as you crash and burn.
"Who told you?! Was it Mammon, I swear I'll kill him!" Your furious, and lunge for him. That, he wasn't expecting. He panics, and you grasp his arms. "If you do not tell me I'm beating you. Then I'm going bird hunting." You sound so crazed, he might have been scared if you didn't look so...cute.
"It was you. Your so loud, talking about jow much you like me. It was like you wanted everyone to know. Except for me, evidently." He says, voice smug as he rolls his eyes.
Your hand move to hold your head, hands covering your face. He feels a little bad, but only just a little. Yet, he knows he's had his fun, and decides to end this little dance. His hand reach to hold your wrists, and yank your hands away from your face, and uses them to pull you closer.
"Don't worry, I think you're attractive too. My affections for you are also romantic"
The anger and love in your eyes is so worth it is all he can think as you start to yell about his teasing.
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He (Tom Blyth part 1)
summary: you meet a beautiful stranger on the train, what a shame you'll never see him again
He. He, who looks like a Lana del Rey song. He, who dresses old money style and wears tweed suits. He, who looks like the leading man in a book written by a woman. He is an Alex Turner mixed with Tommy Shelby. Just him. That's what occupies my view at the moment. One Wednesday afternoon on the subway, he appears in front of me. So elegant, so delicate, yet so masculine and impetuous at the same time. He is the only thing in this world that is a pleasure to see, what a sight for sore eyes! I don't know how long I've been looking at him, mesmerized by the way he is. If it were up to me, I would stare and stare at him all my life with pleasure. But not everything turns out the way you want it to, does it? In this trance-like state, I don't pay much attention to a woman to my left screaming fiercely. Nor had I realized she was talking to me, still focused on this divine being; only really hearing as she waves her wrinkled hand wildly up and down my face.
- ... stupid ? Are you deaf? -
- Excuse me, madam,- I reply, -I'm...
-No! - she yells at me again - didn't you notice that I've been trying to tell you something for five minutes?-
-I'm sorry, really - I say trying to keep calm. Is anyone witnessing this? - I didn't mean to... - Turning my head, my gaze meets his.
No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no! At that very moment I begin to question all my decisions made during the day. What is he going to think of me now? Surely I must look like an idiot who doesn't listen well. I look awful today, is he looking at my hair? Why didn't I put some makeup on today?
But all those doubts vanished the second he started smiling. I used that millisecond to burn that image into my brain. It was as if God himself sculpted that smile.
Before the insufferable old woman could continue screeching, the subway arrived at my stop and I took that opportunity to run out through the automated doors. Independence station wasn't the most well-kept station in the city, so as I escaped I collided with the rest of the people trying to get into the subway to avoid stepping on any garbage bags. Approaching the stairs to go up to the streets again, I accepted the fact that I will never again meet that man who looked out of a Vogue magazine, and that I will only meet with him again when creating romantic fantasies, where I live in a double apartment in Edim....
-Miss! Miss! - echoes a man's voice along the corridor - Wait a second! -
I stop. I sigh. I turn around.
Who could it be now?
It was him. Him! He's walking towards me! No, running towards me. With a purse very similar to mine. Wait, what?
-You forgot your bag on the subway - he breathlessly informs me. She laughs as she laughed before - I almost didn't notice -
He holds the purse out to me.
-Th-Thank you - I manage to say. Fucking hell, the first time I talk to her and I already look bad - Sir.-
- Ha! - That smile again - You're welcome -
I grab my purse, and hold it against my chest. What do I say to him? Oh, God; my nerves are eating me alive. Brain, where's an excuse when you need it?
I smile politely to show my gratitude and turn around to climb the tall stairs. I need. To get. Home. Now.
The man looks at me confused and wishes me goodnight. He's walking the opposite way from me, and I couldn't be more relieved.
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RL Simselfstory (18+)
CW: adult topics, unplanned pregnancy
N. told me why he was so mad at P. In short, it was about my Dad.😒 But I’ll explain, when I tell my parents about N. & me. After we talked, we went up to his bedroom. It was already light. We just talked all night about everything that had to be clarified (N.'s fiancee). This was a lot!! But it had to be! I needed to know, if Nico was really serious about me. I believed N.! He never lied to me, so I trusted him. Also, I decided to divorce Daniel😭,once I talked to my parents.
Nico: Why are you still on P.’s side and stick by him? That’s exactly what Daniel also said, when he and I talked. I was always the bad guy for you, but never Philip. You blamed me for everything, including his yoga bitch... But well, just fuck it. 😕
Me: I tried to stay friends with him. He was always there for me. But it didn't work out! In the end, we were just yelling at each other and even later, after I met D. And whenever I was mad at Philip, I was mad at you, too. This wasn't fair. Sorry N. And I don’t have feelings for P., if you think that. Really not! This was a mistake anyway. We all failed. 🤷♀️
Nico: Is there anything else you wanna tell me or ask me, before we ..... well, move on?
Me: Um.... actually,.... yes! But maybe I should let sleeping dogs lie?
Nico: No idea what that means? Tell me!
Me: You remember Sofia. I saw her a few times last year. Sof liked to annoy me about you. She made fun of me and said you treated me like a... sex slave. 🫤 I didn’t know exactly what she meant, but....ugh, anyway! Is that true? Did you want that from me?
Nico: 🤣🤣... Did I ever keep you in chains or whipped you or something? 😅
Me: Stop teasing me, jerk! You know damn well what I mean.
Nico: Nah, I’m not really keen on hurting you or into pain in general. You know that! I told you that before, too. But some discipline wouldn’t hurt you, babe. 😅
Me: You see? That's exactly what I meant! You kept playing your carzy mind games with me. You, with your will to subjugate me in every way.
Nico: Yea, and?... I never forced you to do anything!! And that’s the difference! If you didn’t want something, I didn’t want it either. But I know you wanted to please me and did everything to satisfy me. And you've done absolutely right. You’re just perfect for me.😏 I loved you like crazy. And Sofia, that manipulative bitch... I got SO pissed! I just wanted to protect you! My whole pad was smoky bcs of you two! You were totally stoned, brain-dead!
Me: Says the guy who put his fist through a wall. 🤨 And btw, you were constantly pissed! Not just that day.
Nico: Don’t you think we’ve talked enough?... Be a good girl and do as I say 😏😄 ... Get undressed and follow me to the bathroom.
Me: Ironically, the shower?.... You wanna get me depressed or what?
Nico: No! Never... Let's start again, where it left off.
I had still my wedding going on in my head. I told myself, " you had to stop thinking about Daniel, that’s not fair! Do it, or end this rn!" Suddenly Nico said something to me... something totally unimportant, which I actually forgot. He talked about my obession for my coconut shower gel. He asked me, if I still use it? Somehow this short conversation about that, made me feel good. It was like a kind of confirmation for me, that I needed at that very moment. I felt, he's always been the one and so I really started to let go of Daniel. And I succeeded! I was happy with Nico but...anyway.🤯
My Simself was a little embarrassed about me posting those spicy pics. 😳🫣 But no joke, I always struggle to poste something like this.
Nico: You see, babe? I have no prob getting on my knees for you, too.
Me: Yea, sure! 🤨 You only do that bcs there’s not enough room here in the shower. But you don't have to do that fo rme!!
Me: I hope you really dumped her. I know you didn’t mean to cheat on her, but if this isn’t over with you two yet, you’re cheating on me too now. 😟
Nico: I'm confused... But why do you think I lied to you?
Me: I don't really think that. I-... I just wanna be sure.
Nico: I understand why you have doubts, but honestly? That sucks. I don't wanna think or talk about her at all rn. I can’t go back to her after seeing you again. Even if I wanted to, I can’t. I can’t give up on you.
Me: And I can’t say no to you. I never could and you know that. That's why-... I thought you might take advantage of that... Sorry, I’m gonna shut up now.🤦♀️
I shouldn’t have thought that much about that girl, but paid a little more attention to another important topic. PROTECTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I forgot to tell N., that I had this.... hormone-free thing/ IUD removed in summer... As you know, that hormone-free IUD, had caused me damage. And my doc said, the risk of not having kids, because of the injuries I already got, was too high! He advised Daniel and me to simply use condoms. That was the only option we had. But we didn't! Daniel just paid attention when we had sex not to... knock me up. But even if I had become pregnant by him, it would have been okay for us.
But now back to the actual aim/topic of this post. 👶 N. & I had sex. He used a rubber. But when he was.......well, done, he removed it and just kept going with me. I thought, okay? Either he’s extremely horny, or...... no idea what he was up to? I could have stopped him, but I didn’t!! I thought I wouldn’t get pregnant anyway and if, it's too late? However, I was kind of sure I couldn’t have kids. Daniel & I wanted a Baby after we got married, but it just never happend. So why should it be different with Nico? After just one fucking time!?
Even if our Baby was not planned & and N. & I actually had an affair/ a fling at that time , I can say that it was.... made with Love. N. said, "I love you", when it happend. 🩷🩵 But, hm!? He always says that to me in that... particular situation. Still, I think he meant it honestly, I could feel it and not just that! Don't ask me why, but I just knew he................. hit a home-run.😨
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chapter III | admonitio
summary: “Why would you be a suspect, Doctor Valencia?” Agent Prentiss closed the file she had been reading for the past ten minutes to intertwine her fingers on top of the manila folder. Her eyes scanned Iris with a neutral expression. It made Iris so frustrated that she never let any emotion show. She could see — practically feel — Spencer's concern but Agent Prentiss was a huge question mark for her.
“You don't have to call me that.” Iris looked away from her gaze. She hated it when people addressed her by her honorific. Yes, she was intimidated. How would she not be? “Iris is fine and I don't know, maybe because I've been stuck in here through the entire night and you don't tell me what's going on?”
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warnings/contents: language; interrogation; (implied) claustrophobia; toxic relationships; discussions of infidelity; discussions of domestic abuse; non-graphic violence (mentioned); blood; anxiety.
A/N: and the plot thickens. . .
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❝Admonitio❞
[n.] A WARNING.
The sounds in the interrogation room didn't reach her ears until a deep voice brought her back to reality. The first thing she was able to see clearly was a glass of water, small droplets traveled down the cup. The outline of her lips stained the glass and she could see it because of the reflection against the light.
She had a sip of water a minute ago. Maybe an hour. Iris wasn't quite aware of how much time she had spent in that grey soulless room with two people entering and leaving. First, a blonde woman, Jennifer, who asked if she was okay and brought her the glass of water. Her voice reminded her of a soft blanket on a cold night. Secondly, Hotchner, who carried a stern expression with his brows pulled slightly. Iris didn't mean to think he wasn't gentle too, but she had watched enough crime shows to know there was a dynamic of good cop and bad cop and it was clear which was who from the two.
The fluorescent lights made her head pang painfully. She had not slept or rested since the nightmare began. And she was thirsty, but she found herself unable to grab the glass of water right in front of her due to her shaky hands. She was sure that if she did, it would topple over the table and cause a mess. That was the last thing she needed to do in front of an FBI Agent.
Agent Hotchner called her name one more time.
"Sorry," Iris closed her hands into fists and slowly unclenched them. She felt less numb, but her brain wasn't cooperating as she would like. Focus, Iris. "Can you—can you repeat that? I wasn't... paying attention. I'm sorry."
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"She's still in shock."
"Of course she is! There is nothing more terrifying than walking into your home to find a threatening message written in... ugh, blood. This is so 1996."
JJ frowned confused. "Why 1996?"
Penelope let out a heavy sigh through the line. "Because, my beautiful and shiny friend, it was the year for Slasher movies. Now, I'm sure boy genius there can tell you all about the horror sub-genre later on but I have some news regarding Dr. Valencia."
Rossi glanced at Spencer out of the corner of his eye, he still hadn't moved an inch from his position. He was too focused on the questioning to notice his name was being mentioned. The crossed arms and tensed shoulders weren't a strange body reaction during an investigation, but if there was one thing that Rossi could point out, it was that the kid's gaze kept glued to only one person ever since she arrived at the precinct. He wasn't sure why yet, but he would find out.
"Go ahead, Garcia. Fill us in." Rossi requested, turning back to the discussion.
“Yeah, so. Iris Adley Valencia. She has a BMed in Medical Studies and a PhD in Microbiology — giving you a run for your money, boy wonder — which is what she teaches at NSU. Oh, and look at that, she recently turned 31! Anyway—”
“Recently?” Spencer piped in for the first time in a while. The three other people in the room gave him odd looks. He cleared his throat, shrugging.
“... here's what's interesting. Mark Dawson is a hotshot lecturer. He travels all over the world to give lectures about genetics and stuff, besides working as a professor at NSU. Now, remember that I tell you that he's a hotshot, right? Well, I happen to have found out that his last name is actually very important. His mother is a retired successful lawyer and his dad, god bless him, worked in the same area. The whole family are huge investors in medical devices—”
“Garcia, does he have anything to do with Iris?”
“I'm getting there!” Penelope huffed about Rossi being impatient. “Okay, so as I was saying. His family is influential, he is influential... keep that in mind. Now, about Iris. She graduated early and kept studying all her life. She officially became a professor at NSU three years ago. But what I was getting at is that Iris and Mark were involved not very long ago. Engaged, actually. They actually became headlines on the news.” The incessant tapping of her keyboard echoed through the line.
“There is no ring on her finger,” JJ observed, confused.
“They broke it off, apparently. And Iris filed a report of domestic abuse against him a year ago, but she withdrew her charges. It never even became a case. But guys, she wasn't the only one. As of now, I have found four women who filed reports against Mark Dawson but it never moved forward.”
“You think his family did something to cover it up.” JJ looked up when Spencer made the comment.
“Most likely.” She sighed, mumbling something under her breath. “I've sent you the archived reports. I do not want to look at these pictures anymore. Aaaaand, one more thing. Fabian Helley. The kid went through hell ever since he entered NSU. There are pictures and videos in which he's being bullied by a group of guys. They are all over these kids' social media, it's like they don't even care!”
“Was Iris involved in any way?” JJ asked, trying to find a reason for the cryptic message written in blood left on Iris Valencia's apartment door last night.
“No, but she did appear in one of the videos asking the group to stop harassing Fabian. That's what I have for now, guys.”
“Thank you, Pen.”
“PG out.”
Rossi sighed. “It doesn't make any sense for Helley to be on the run and then come back to make a direct threat towards Valencia. Not if she wasn't involved.”
JJ nodded, “it doesn't seem like she turned a blind eye to it, either.”
“According to Dawson's statement, we should investigate Helley because he was attached to Iris,” Rossi pondered as Hotch entered the room.
Spencer watched as Iris nervously fidgeted on the other side of the two-way mirror. He couldn't imagine how uncomfortable she must have been feeling being interrogated through the entire night. She hadn't slept, or eaten anything.
“Morgan and Prentiss are following the last address where Fitz’s credit card was used.” Hotch alerted them while pushing his phone back on his suit. His permanent frown deepened as he glanced at a distressed Iris on the other side of the room. “The place is one hour away from Valencia's neighborhood and the credit card was used ten minutes before in a grocery store. Helley didn't write that message.”
“Someone left the flowers and the card to look like he did it,” Spencer concluded, folding his arms across his chest. His jaw clenched in anticipation.
Hotch nodded, “we profiled that they are a team.”
“They wouldn't split up right now,” Rossi added.
“Exactly.”
“You think someone is framing this kid?”
“Framing or no framing, he is not innocent, as much as she believes that,” his attention drifts back to his vibrating cell phone. Prentiss popping up on the screen. “But someone is taking advantage of his outburst to use it in their favor.”
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“Sorry to keep you waiting.”
Iris blinked out of her daydream to watch two different people enter the interrogation room. A good-looking brunette dressed in a red tank top shirt and a dark blazer who was also at the university for the investigation a day prior, she couldn't remember her name. Honestly, Iris was too tired to be remembering people. And Spencer, who was wearing a light brown sweater vest on top of a white button-up. If Iris wasn't so exhausted she might have found that cute, especially because of the Converse as a choice for shoes. He's got a unique sense of style.
However, the only thing in her mind was that there was a huge possibility that the FBI thought she was a suspect and that was why they had not let her go yet. She was telling the truth, but that didn't matter if they didn't think so. Should she request a lawyer? Should she stop talking? But she's telling the truth! She doesn't need a lawyer if she's telling the truth, right? And why would she even be a suspect— what if they thought she had made up the blood message at her door? Is that what they were thinking—
“Do you need a minute?”
She inhaled sharply, retracting her hands from the table as quickly as her spine straightened. Her brain was almost shortcut when the slightest of warmth approached her skin to touch her.
Her therapist said that signs of trauma can manifest in different situations, even non-threatening ones. Post-traumatic stress disorder is a mental illness she has dealt with ever since the end of her last relationship. The symptoms she experiences may bring up a response in which she's not fully conscious of, like flinching.
The innocent of touches from a stranger can drive Iris to have flashbacks running through her mind. Even if, consciously, Iris knew the person in front of her wouldn't purposely harm her. Especially because of his heartbroken gaze upon seeing her flinch.
“I'm fine,” Iris replied to his question as the Agent beside him watched their exchange. “Sorry, I didn't get your name, Agent...”
“Prentiss,” The brunette said with a small smile. Right, this must be Emily Prentiss. “We'd like to ask you a few questions if you don't mind.”
“I've said everything I know about what happened, I'm sorry if it wasn't helpful—”
Emily shook her head, “no, no, it was very helpful, but what we want to know is regarding Mark and Meredith's relationship.”
Iris's dark brows pulled in confusion, “what do you mean? Meredith was part of his study group, that's all.” Relationship? What did that mean?
Spencer and Agent Prentiss shared a glance, which made Iris shift in her seat uncomfortably. What did they know that she didn't? Iris had to stop herself from thinking the wildest things.
“So they met each other in this study group? As well as Fabian Helley?”
“Yes.”
“Was he her professor in any other classes?”
“No. Only in the study group. What... What is this about?” Iris was antsy for being out of the loop. What were they insinuating? “Look, I know I'm a suspect and I understand that you're trying to investigate the people around me but—”
“Why would you be a suspect, Doctor Valencia?” Agent Prentiss closed the file she had been reading for the past ten minutes to intertwine her fingers on top of the manila folder. Her eyes scanned Iris with a neutral expression. It made Iris so frustrated that she never let any emotion show. She could see — practically feel — Spencer's concern but Agent Prentiss was a huge question mark for her.
“You don't have to call me that.” Iris looked away from her gaze. She hated it when people addressed her by her honorific. Yes, she was intimidated. How would she not be? “Iris is fine and I don't know, maybe because I've been stuck in here through the entire night and you don't tell me what's going on?”
“You haven't asked for a lawyer.”
Spencer gave his coworker a glare as his jaw clenched. This had been a bold comment. Emily likes playing games during questioning, he knows that, but he’d really rather she wouldn't be like that today.
Iris's lips parted. They stayed like that, staring at each other in stunned silence for quite some time until Spencer cleared his throat.
“I didn't think I needed one,” Iris confessed. “I'm— I'm telling you the truth.”
“Then how come you haven't mentioned anything about Mark's extracurricular activities?”
Two pictures were placed in front of her. Then two more.
Iris clenched her hands and unclenched them several times.
“Do you know what this is, Iris?”
“Emily,” Spencer said quietly, a warning, carefully watching Iris’ reaction. She didn't know. She didn't know any of this.
“Were you aware that your fiancee was having an affair with one of your students?” Emily pointed at a picture of a red-haired girl and a dirty blonde guy too close to be friends. Those images weren't blurred, on the contrary, the resolution was so fucking good that Iris wanted to burn her eyes out. “Did those study group sessions last a whole night sometimes?”
Iris shook her head, standing up from the chair at once as she started pacing through the room.
“How many times has he lied to you, Iris?” Emily carried on, ignoring Spencer's nagging at her side. “How many times did he say he was somewhere when he actually wasn't?”
“You can stop.” Iris snapped, rubbing her eyes harshly as she tried to get a grip on herself. She couldn't. Not right now. She needed to get out. The room was too small and closed for her liking. “You think I'm trying to defend him?” She turned towards the BAU Agent with an edge to her tone. Iris didn't know whether she wanted to cry or scream. “I'm not. I have no reason to. This— What does this have anything to do with the blood on my fucking apartment door? You think my ex-fiance's infidelity is connected to someone who's threatening me? Or, better yet! To the mass poisoning that I thought is what you were here for. Why on earth are you asking me about Mark of all people?”
“We think he might have a connection to Fabian and Meredith.”
Both spun around to look at Spencer, who walked right into the line of fire. He was extremely uncomfortable with the tension rising each second, but he wasn't so sure it was wise to interrupt it. Emily was the one giving him a warning look now.
She's not responsible for any of this. He tried to tell her with his eyes. He knew it from the start. Call it a gut feeling, but his intuition was 95% of the time correct, he wouldn't stop trusting his judgment now.
Iris Valencia was innocent and he would make sure to dig out anything that proved that.
“Reid.”
“He may be targeting you and using the situation as a cover-up—”
“Reid,” Emily insisted in exasperation just as someone barged into the room.
A woman with long blonde hair held the door open, glaring at both of the Agents as Iris gave her a dumbstruck look. “Not another word, Iris.”
“And who are you?” Emily straightened herself, eyes narrowing at the intruder interrupting their questioning.
“Imogen Dawson.” The woman responded, crossing her arms. She was impatiently waiting for Iris to follow her, but she was stuck in the same corner of the room as if she had seen a ghost. “Iris's lawyer. She's coming with me."
Emily's brows shot up in recognition. She glanced at Spencer from the corner of her eye, mouthing "Dawson?"
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A/N: a little tension btw iris and emily (my favourite part to write because I love her playing bad cop in cases)
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Shards of the Nexus: The Best is Yet to Come
Here, this might help explain something.
Takes place a year and a half before Seeker and Seer.
Song: Bad Moon Rising-CCR
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Detective was glancing at the doorway again.
The entire group had gathered to discuss a few things, not the least of which was the addition of the youngest of their number, dubbed 'Nash', for simplicity's sake. They'd decided that they couldn't justifiably turn the boy away, or make him wait; this was supposed to be a family, not a club, one didn't have to be 'this tall' to be a Riddler. Besides, someone so young needed guidance, support, companionship. He wouldn't be safe on his own.
They hadn't managed to convince him to leave home. It wasn't good for him there, and Detective had offered, Narci had offered, but Nash refused. Now Narci hovered close by and the two spoke animatedly with each other, while Detective stared at an empty door.
By Puzzles' thinking, it was good that they were getting along. Narci and Nash were closer to each other in age than they were any of the rest of them, and having a younger brother figure might help Narci not be be such an annoying brat.
It would also help to keep him from bothering Puzzles all the time, since, while he wasn't an old man like the others, was still solidly an adult. Twenty-three might not be anything venerable, but it was not a child, so when he asked the Detective “Are you seeing things again?” it wasn't meant to be rude, so much as a reminder that he should be kept in the loop.
Detective sighed.
“Do not worry about it.”
“No, no. Tell me about it.”
It was as much a challenge as an invitation to explain. One of the greater troubles Puzzles had with understanding the Detective was that they claimed to have visions, minor prophetic powers. Ludicrous obviously, complete, crunchy hippie, new age nonsense. Yet, the Detective also didn't lie. It was a quirk a few of them shared. So when Detective said they saw the future, they were telling the truth, even though that was impossible. Something else had to be going on.
Detective sighed again, this time in light frustration.
“Someone comes through that doorway.”
“What, now?”
“Obviously not.”
“So, sometime then. In the future. Is that all?”
“Yes. I just...don't get much of anything more than that. No details. It's like when your brain recognizes movement before it recognizes anything else. I see the movement, but nothing else.”
“You sure it's not just one of Swags...'employees'?”
“Watch your mouth.” Swag said, having slipped up to refill Detective's wine. He had a glass of his own in the other hand. “They ain't mine, I just rent out the spaces so they can have a safe place to work.”
“Work.” Puzzles scoffed.
“I will throw you out on your green ass, don't think I won't.”
“Peace.” Detective pleaded.
“From your mouth, to his ears.” Swag said, moving on to check on the others.
“You do not need to be rude about those women, you know.” Detective scolded. “They provide a service that is clearly in high demand. In any case, no. Whoever this is, is not inside the party room. They aren't in the club at all. But they come through that doorway, and it is important.”
“What good is this so-called ability if you can't get any actual information from it?”
“Well, it led me down every street necessary to meet all of you~” Detective pointed out.
“But never told you when you might be in danger? Like I said, not very useful.”
“Such a stubborn thing you are. Why do you ask me these things if you've already made up your mind about it?”
“I guess...” Puzzles thought about it. “I wonder if there aren't...health issues, perhaps?”
“Puzzles, I am only in my forties. I know that seems positively ancient to you youngsters-”
“I am not a child.” Puzzles reminded.
“And I didn't say that, now did I? But I'm not falling into dementia just yet. In fact, these visions only came about after I was cured of all my ills.”
“What do you mean?”
Detective sipped their wine, staring into the mirrored wall behind the bar.
“Before I met you, any of you, I was...ill. A tumor in my brain. Inoperable, they said.”
Puzzles winced. A nightmare. The silent, secret fear they all shared.
“I didn't accept it. I searched everywhere for a doctor who could help me, but got the same answer every time. So I turned to less...legitimate avenues. Doctor Fries is not a doctor of medicine, but he does have some experience with it. Also, he was at least willing to try, as long as he could use whatever he learned from the experience to help his wife. Unfortunately, he failed, and I died.”
“I'm sorry, what?”
“The tumor truly was inoperable, it turns out, even with the doctors cryogenic prowess. He was, however, able to keep me 'fresh' long enough to get me to a special place. Do you know of the secret of the Demon's Head?”
“The Lazarus Pit. Yes, I know of it. I hear it can cure anything, including death. It sounds like nonsense, but you're about to tell me otherwise, aren't you?”
“Do not use it unless your need is at least that dire.” Detective warned. “There are side effects.”
It could cost one their mind, Puzzles had heard. That was the last thing he wanted to lose. He would much rather simply die than allow anything to happen to his precious brain. It was the only thing he actually had going for him.
“When I came out, I was alive, yes.” Detective continued. “But I was incoherent. Nothing made any sense. I saw everything, and it was too much to handle. Worlds upon worlds, upon worlds, billions of faces, billions of voices, all at once. It was incapacitating. Honestly, I'm glad it has subsided into this weakened form. But ever since then, I knew. I knew there were other worlds, other versions of me. And I knew I had to find you, because something is coming.”
Puzzles' heart chilled.
“Do you know anything else about that? Or is it just another impression?”
Detective frowned.
“It's frustrating, but no. I know there is danger. To all of us. But I don't know what, or how to avoid it, or if it can even be avoided. I keep trying to look for more information, but those visions are very fickle. So you see, I can only use them to supplement the here and now, because they aren't solid enough to plan around. Sometimes, they only happen a few moments before an event comes to pass.”
“Like with Nash?” Puzzles asked.
“Like with Nash, yes. Like with all of you. I only knew which streets to walk down a short time before meeting you, but I knew I needed to be looking. It was like that with each one of you. Except...”
“Mhm?” Puzzles was interested now, despite himself.
“From the first time I opened my eyes after coming out of the pit, all the way up until now, at the edge of every vision, there has been...someone. Something? I do not know who or what they are, or what they want, or if they are even aware that I can see them. Always out on the horizon, very far away, just barely visible. I can't make out any details, just that something is out there, and it is important. For years it's been this way. It's almost comforting to know that I'm not alone, but recently I realized...It's been coming closer.”
Puzzles shivered.
“Okay, I think that's enough of that.” he said. Detective shrugged, shaking their head.
“Death changes a person.” they said. “Please try harder to avoid it, if you can.”
“I...really hate that you said that.”
Detective shrugged again, then took their wine and found a seat with the others, leaving Puzzles to stare into the mirror, struggling between logic and superstition.
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The incorrect quotes of metal gear rising revengeance part 2 sentence starters
"This blood loss has made me delirious, tell me a story."
"Holy shit."
"[Name] I'm playing another gacha game. Please destroy all records of my credit card debt before the police come."
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"What the fuck."
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"Wait a minute 9/11 is bad."
"Speak for yourself, lets debate this on the roof."
"Looks like you're a gacha player at heart."
"Is that because of my brain damage?"
"Now activating woman deflectors."
"Like I said [name] kids are cruel."
"I'm fucking invincible!"
"[Name] how did you get an aircraft?"
"By the way [name], do you remember that bank you sent to the past tense?"
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"Not today I guess."
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"There are rumors that the nords are attempting to capture the whole of solstheim."
"Anyone looking for work should consider the fighter's guild."
"[Name] you ran over the child 9 miles back what are you going to do?"
"Good day."
"Oh so now you decide to stop."
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"You're ass will always be cringe and my ass will always be thicc."
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"Hey [name] look at this cool bug I found!"
"Guess I don't have a choice. I challenge you to a debate."
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"Dies of cringe."
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"I have kept them alive by the miracle of child sacrifices."
"Well that sure made everything easier to understand."
"Oh my god it's my dad."
"Oh fuck, I've returned! With a puppy."
"Last time you got those you disappeared for 10 years."
"No! I wanted to feed you that chocolate."
"Well if it isn't saucy [name]."
"Bro are you high?"
"Let me check. Yes."
"High on American spirit, and there's nothing more American than shooting a man in this walmart of a world."
"What is ______?"
"It's heaven [name]"
"Check the internet lately?"
"[Name] hop onto _____ you need to see this."
"Fuck I hate this website."
"It's all fucking weeb shit [name] it doesn't make any sense."
"These baboons don't even know were at war with _____"
"This one is calling me a redditor"
"Memes, gacha, e-girls, all petty distractions so real men can get down to business."
"Amogus."
"That's a nice argument [name], why don't you back it up with a source?!"
"My source is that I made it thr fuck up!"
"I've got my own to debate online."
"Check it out [name] - I just got vaccinated."
"Oh god he's hot."
"Time to hit the gym."
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"Don't fuck with this senator!"
"Snap into a slim jim."
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"I was wrong about you, you're not cringe. Your just fucking _____
"We're making the mother of all omletes here, can't fret over every egg!"
"You need to work on your fitness."
"My blood is red white and blue [name]. I wonder what color yours is."
"You can't give up yet! Think about every mentally deranged moron you've fought up until this point!"
"You are the best chia pet."
"Even in death he's on crack."
"I always said that my sword wasn't a weapon but a tool. But this isn't my sword. It's a fucking mistake."
"You know I'm starting to have a change of heart."
"Yeah I can tell."
"If I hear another god damn pun-"
"Oh shit, my black berry."
"Well, the police might be after him for that vehicle manslaughter."
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7, 18 & 19 for the writer ask meme?
Tossing my answers under the cut because I got a little long-winded.... whoops..........
7. What is your deepest joy about writing?
Honestly, I'd have to say my deepest joy is in creating things in general! When writing, what I take the most happiness from is the simple act of doing it at all, and of just... Making something that, yeah, maybe somebody else has made, but this one is mine, you know?
18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.
So this is one no one will have seen yet (aside from a couple of close friends who may have come across an early draft in a writing channel on discord), and I'm really happy to share this silly thing.
"Well hello Emperor Saggy Tits!" Sang the prince's best friend as he burst into his bed chambers like the untamed cretin he was.
The prince gave an overexaggerated, afronted gasp, sweeping his hair off his forehead in mock offense, "Such disrespect! I should have you executed for speaking to me in such a manner!"
His best friend flopped onto his bed, snorting as he bounced a bit on the plush surface, "You wish death would get rid of me."
The prince snorted as well, flopping next to him, "But no," He joked, "You'd just haunt me."
The backstory of this moment is simple as can be - an Imperial prince from an (at the time) unnamed empire and his common-born best friend are just... Being silly together. It's a peek into what their relationship is like - the sass, the levity, the trust.
Despite being the Crown Prince, the prince seeks no deference, or even the usual expected level of respect, from his friend, and they are on equal footing.
I don't recall exactly how this scene came to be, but I do know that originally it was going to take place within the main narrative of the story it's from, before later becoming a very brief flashback sequence that serves to, ah... Let's say "drive home how much things have changed".
19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?
So I probably say something similar every single time someone asks me when I started writing, but that's because it's the truth: I genuinely do not remember when I started, because I've been telling myself stories for as long as I can remember, and the only thing that changed was that one day I started writing them down instead of speaking them. I can't remember a time when I didn't write!
I'd say I probably started because, I'll be honest, I wasn't exactly well--liked among my peers. I was ahead of the curve in intelligence and missed out on a lot of social learning opportunities because I scored too high in basic education tests to go into preschool or pre-k in my city, so I was weird and not well-socialized and didn't have many friends. Telling myself stories was just what I did to keep myself entertained, I guess, and writing them down was just how I kept them around to tell myself again later.
Have there been bumps along the way? Oh, for sure. I'm in a bit of a rut right now, as it happens, but the thing about hitting bumps in the road is that sometimes they're potholes and sometimes they're speed bumps - sometimes I stumble for no reason, but sometimes it's my brain (and my writing ability) telling me to slow my roll and take a chill pill. And bumps aren't a bad thing! Every bump I've hit has ultimately been to my benefit, in the end.
Where I am right now is... Well, a rut, but I'm trying some new things out and trying not to be so hard on myself, so it might be slow-going but I am steadily finding my way out. As for where I'm going... Well, if all goes well, 'forward' will be good enough for me. As long as I'm still writing, and still enjoying it, then that's all that matters.
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So, I am not a Top. At all. And I really hate it, when people stealthily make me one. Like, last night, I had to basically walk this gentleman, through everything.
... even down to using the condom correctly.
And, it's not a thing I actually enjoy.
And while, I did get off a couple of times, I just got... I don't even know how to describe it. Not annoyed. Not angry. Maybe disappointed. Like, I kept telling him, be rougher with me, "like, you can be rougher. You've already done a couple of test strokes, go for it." He wouldn't.
I ended up, acting like I was really into what he was doing. Not, because I was in danger, or anything. I just didn't want him to feel bad afterwards. Because he is a friend of mine, and he wanted to do this for like the past 12-15 years.
But, like... It just wasn't my cup of tea.
Stark contrast to how my usual cup of tea goes down.
Like, this gentleman wasn't biting in ways that felt good, he didn't do breath play in the way I liked. It was all very surfacey if I can describe it that way.
Like, I like being taken to the absolute edge of insanity, and brought back.
He wouldn't even breach the surface.
And then, he'd be like "Okay, show me how you like it on me." I was a little suspish, of how he was trying to stealthily make me a top.
Like... This is not how I roll. He was just like "Tell me what to fucking do!" I just kind of was like "I literally cannot! Like, it's not a matter of won't, it's a matter of my brain doesn't function that way at all!"
Good Lord. Went home. Called a friend. Told him about it. Stark contrast from the friend on the phone. And while my "friend" and I are not FB official, and while I wish we were.... He and I have an understanding. He has explicitly told me "Look, you can fuck anyone you want to. I will not be fucking anyone else." He has been the only one I have fucked, but I did check with him again before I went on my "date" just to make sure. And when I called him afterwards. I was like "Nah, I'm good with us being the only ones we fuck... You know what I like, and I don't have to walk you through every little detail. That wasn't fun."
He reminded me that I was the one that he wanted to be in the kickball team above everyone else, and he did understand that, that was something I was going to figure out in regards to him, and he said rather than form an agreement of us without trying out other things, especially for someone who didn't really know in the first place, he wanted me to figure it out on my own, because he can't force me to fall for him or be in love with him.
I told him, "well idk about me falling in love with you just yet, but, I do know I like your style and who you are. And I am very fond of you. And I would prefer for you to be the captain of my team. And I yours."
So, he and talked late into the night. Giving each other affirmations, and reminding each other why we liked each other so much. We talked about a couple of movies we saw.
He told me about the two he most recently saw and didn't like, but he was sweet, "he said well, you might like them, idk!" And I said to him"Babe, if you didn't like them, I'm sure as shit not gonna like them."
So that was my Friday.
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here’s a lil something for baku (and you) to enjoy on his birthday <3 all apart of the bakugo birthday bash hosted by the lovely @jodrawssmut @phasmwrites @katsukikitten @bakugotrashpanda @lady-bakuhoe @ramen-rambles ! !! thank you guys so much for letting me be apart of this <3
pairing: (established relationship) QUIRKLESS AU kiribaku x fem! reader
word count: 3k+
warnings: alcohol consumption but sober sex, oral (f receiving), mentions of throat fucking, mentions of spit roasting, lots of mentions of spit <3 (and exactly one spit into a mouth), very light degradation, praise
a/n: this is my first time writing with three characters kdjdkdk it’s way out of my comfort zone and I only had 6 days to write it,, but I did it!! trust me I wanted to write more but I actually wanted to make it to baku’s birthday so !! don’t be mad at the endiiiiiiinnnngggg <3
The jazz wafted throughout the empty bar; your silk dress falling from the edge of your seat. It has been a slow night for the bar. You leaned your head into your hand, elbow keeping you sturdy as you swirled the drink around it’s glass cup.
Your friend's party became a bit too feral for your taste, but you kept your word and stayed as long as you could for the sole purpose of seeing her smile, but then they showed up and you saw yourself out.
The dim lighting made your eyes droopy with no action to keep your brain going, so you take another swig of your drink before swiveling in your chair to face the other side of the bar.
Floor to ceiling windows greeted you, giving you the perfect overlook to the twinkling city lights below. It was incredible how your friend could afford a room in this hotel for her party.
You noticed a movement in the corner of your eye; someone had entered the bar.
You turn back to face all the expensive drinks displayed on the shelf, the perfect excuse to catch a quick glimpse at him. The contrast of his hair against everything else in the room almost made your eyes pop out of their sockets.
Platinum blonde hair tufted out like an explosion, a satin red shirt that danced with the warm light of the room, black slacks and from what you could tell, some expensive ass shoes. Too dressy just to be here for some drinks.
Wanting to see more but not willing to fully stare at the man, you signed and waited until it seemed like he got settled on the bar stool before saying, “Is it your party that’s on this floor? It seems like quite the... experience.”
Your voice came out smooth and velvety to bakugo’s ears, not that he would ever admit it. He scoffed before taking a second to look at the stranger who was daring to talk to him. His first thought settled in his mind and accepted it, almost prompting for silence- waiting to see if you would push to talk to him again.
From what you could tell, he was scanning you up and down. He opened his mouth to say something; his pink plush lips looking extremely inviting as they began to mouth something.
No sound came out for the next few seconds, showing he decided to keep his thoughts to himself. He closed his mouth and took out a phone from his pocket, the screen illuminated his face as he began typing something out.
With this newfound light, his features became even more alluring- which couldn't be said for most people. Perfect porcelain skin, his profile pointed and devilishly handsome.
He’s well aware that he still held your attention, so when he slid his phone back in his pocket, he responded to your previous question, “yea, that’s the one. I’d rather stick it out instead of hearing them complain about me not going to my own party for the rest of the week.”
By the end of his sentence, he had a glass of something amber in his hand that seemed to look a lot like whiskey. He didn’t spare you another glance but you could tell he expected to hear a response.
You hummed, slightly nodding your head, “The party I had to go to is upstairs and it’s… a lot. They're all just talking about expensive this and designer that and I couldn't listen to another word so I had to get out of there…” you trailed off at his silence. Noting that the conversation wasn’t going anywhere, you introduced yourself in hopes to continue interacting with him. You knew his type, and you knew in some way, he was going to surprise you.
“Bakugo Katsuki.” He said in turn.
You slowly nodded before posing another question.
“So Bakugo, not really a party goer?” You attempt to ask, only to get a huff in return.
“not one for small talk either, i see?” You add at the end.
Another few quiet moments go by before he responds
“If I was a party goer, I’d be at my own party wouldn’t I?” He quipped back and your eyebrows shot up as you raised your hands in defense.
“Well hey, I dunno ! For all I know you could have had a really rough night and this specific bar could be your saving grace. Could possibly use this night to drown your sorrows away behind a whole bottle of what… whiskey?” You say, ushering to his drink before turning to face your own, knowing he probably didn’t like being pegged as such.
“but you wouldn’t do that. You’re a strong man who knows what to do when things get bad, huh?” you continue, sprinkling praise to his dignity. He seemed like the type to prioritize that.
He didn’t do or say much in terms of a response but a small smile grew on your lips seeing how his body suddenly released a bit of the physical tension that was winding up.
You moved a few seats closer to him. If he didn’t like it, he hadn’t said anything.
“So-'' Interrupted before you could continue the line of questions, Bakugo surprised you by asking, “you think you’re better than your friends? Leaving them and comin’ here to drink alone?” his voice coming out gruff and low.
“No, not one bit. I was the one who planned the whole thing for my friend, it’s just unfortunate that she had to invite all those people who aren’t all that nice to her. I can’t stand them. I’ve told them off more than I can count, but they just brush me off. A group of bullies is one thing, but a group of people who pretends to be friends with you then talks behind your back is another.``
Bakugo was quiet, not by astonishment or anger; he seemed to be expressionless as he piped up, “fake people are some of the uglies nobodies out there.”
You turn to look at him before sipping your drink and moving a seat closer. This time Bakugo glanced your way but continued to stay silent.
“You ever beat someone up?” you ask, resting your chin on your palm, tilting your head towards him.
Your second surprise that night, he chuckled. It was soft, the complete opposite to the demeanor he'd been holding.
“Why? You want me to go in there and beat a few of those assholes up?” his eyes were relaxed by this point, no longer sharp and heavily guarded.
“Only because they don't believe I'm intimidating enough.”
“Maybe because you're not.”
You fake gasped, bringing your other hand up to your heart. “Excuse me sir but I'll have you know that I can be quite the fighter.”
“We’ll see about that.”
You hadn’t realized you got so close to Bakugo until you heard the footsteps nearing you both. When a handsome voice called out bakugo’s name, you slightly jumped. Putting as much space between the two of you as possible, you looked to the source of the voice.
Handsome would be an understatement.
With red bangs that framed his sharp toothy smile perfectly and the rest of his hair tied back in a messy ponytail, this man looked a bit taller than Bakugo with a much warmer aura... but radiated the same type of... manliness.
“Bakugo, I just got your text- Mina has been dragging me everywhere to make sure your party’s going well. Is this her?” the handsome man asked, a slight indistinguishable gleam flashes in his eye when he looks over to you.
“Yeah, ‘nd i wanna leave now.” he almost pouted before looking over to you.
“You comin’?”
Your gaze snapped between the two men, only slightly putting two and two together.
Red hair spoke up, “He probably didn't explain it well but I'm his boyfriend, Kirishima Eijiro!” he held out his hand cheerfully, listening to your introduction.
“Not to sound too forward or to make you uncomfortable... but do you wanna come home with us? He texted me earlier saying that there was this hottie in a silk dress and… well…” he trailed off licking his bottom lip as his wandering gaze slowly shifted hungrier, “he wasn't kidding.”
There was a lot happening at once but all that you were thinking was that these two hot men wanted you, and the happy buzz that was coursing through your system couldnt object the offer, so with a quick nod of your head, you were handed a water bottle, guided off of the stool, and into the back of the next taxi they could hail.
The ride was filled with wandering hands and mischievous looks. Kirishima was whispering naughty promises in Bakugo’s ear that you couldn't quite hear, while your attention focused on the big palm that was making its way to the most heated part of your body. The quick inhales that the blonde took went straight to your core, making you incredibly excited for what the night had to offer.
As soon as the door swung open, lips were on lips and clothes were coming off. The rush to get to the bedroom was heated and messy but once you all entered the room, there was an intense shift that even you couldn't predict.
Kirishima spoke first, “So what does my birthday boy want? Does he want to fuck or be fucked?”
With a suck at his teeth, Bakugo knew if he didn’t give an answer soon he’d be met with-
“Better hurry up handsome, or I might just choose for you…” Kirishima hummed, bright crimson eyes hopping on over to meet your gaze, “better yet…”
He was by your side in mere seconds. His huge figure towering over yours, you almost flinched when his bulky fingers grazed up your arm.
“What if you chose for him?” He purred in your ear loud enough so Bakugo’s ruby eyes found yours. Your name rolled off the red-haired man’s tongue like sweet honey, “go ahead, what do you think he would want more?”
Your gaze flickered between them, you couldn’t tell one or the other’s preferences but if they wanted to use you, they could.
“How about… Eijiro… you could fuck my throat and Katsuki… could fuck whatever hole he wants?” You ask, the question raising an octave out of uncertainty.
Kirishima raises an eyebrow towards the man of the hour, slightly amused and completely aroused.
Bakugo is already smirking,“Atta girl, knows exactly what to say.”
Kirishima starts to kiss your neck as Bakugo stands in front of you, occupying your lips for the first time that night.
With one arm wrapped around your waist, he seemed to have rubbed on his boyfriend's bulge before reaching for the zipper of your dress. In turn, the feeling of the Eijiro’s bulge humped your back.
Whether it was your dress hitting the floor or Katsuki’s tongue slipping in your mouth didn't matter, a sharp gasp escaped your lips, causing Kirishima to chuckle and whisper, “get on the bed, princess.” while Bakugo pulls away from you, a string of spit keeps you connected.
With your gaze lustly hazy, you dreamily make your way to the bed, but not without a little show. Before splaying yourself out on the mattress, you stretch out- almost in the child's pose of yoga except you add a deep arch in your back for the sole purpose of showing off your pretty seamless thong.
As you reposition yourself, you glance over to the side to find that both men are now only in restricting briefs, eyes glued to your figure, both palming themselves over their boxers.
Eyes half massed and back flat on the bed, you begin to pout, feeling almost bare without anyone’s hands on you.
As if on cue, they began to make their way over to you, looking oh so hungry.
You immediately sat up and swiped your tongue over your bottom lip, pulsating at the prospect of having two seemingly thick dicks at once… but they were still in their boxers. Why?
“Ya have to ask nicely in order to get a treat, you ungrateful slut.” Bakugo growled before taking your jaw in his hand, squishing your cheeks with his fingers.
“Better yet, beg.” he said with a coldness that heated your core and had your eyes going wide.
Whimpering when he let go, you kept your innocent doe eyes as two sets of starved eyes stared down at you.
“W-wanna get fucked, please. Wanna feel both of you everywhere…” you say as you reach both hands out to palm the silhouette of their bulges. “Please…?”
There was a “christ” that was muttered out before you were pushed back on the bed by Bakugo, then kirishima manhandled you so that your neck was supported by the edge of the bed, your head mostly hanging off.
Even in the midst of the binding tension, Kirishima didn't hesitate to instruct Bakugo to put a pillow under your hips, the blonde eagerly following through with the demand.
“How’dyou want Katsuki to prep you, baby? He’s skillful in every sense but he really enjoys using his mouth.”
The bed shifted and before you could string a thought together, you looked down and lost all ability to think. The sight in front of you was downright sinful. A smirk was pulling at the left corner of his lips as he sunk closer to your clothed pussy, his red gaze now a deep wicked crimson as he watched for your reaction.
You didn't have much time to analyze before a thick hand laced through your hair and ushered your view back to the red head’s now exposed cock. You gulped.
Not incredibly long, a moderate size but with a juicy girth, Kirishima’s cock had a thick vein trailing up his underside.
If you could make heart eyes, you're sure that you'd be doing them by now.
Focused on paying attention to his pretty pink weeping tip, you felt your panties being pushed to the side. As tempting as it was to look down, you kept your sights set on the task at hand. Licking and kissing his cock, mixing your saliva with his precum, you earned a guttural groan from the big man above you, encouraging you to do more, please him more- until a warm muscle was met with your sopping core, causing a high gasp of a vibration to hit Kirishima’s head.
Your mind stopped reeling for a second- it stopped doing anything to be frank. Your hips mindlessly thrust up in attempts to get more of Bakugo’s mouth. He chuckled against you in response.
Moans bounced off the walls the deeper you guys got with each arousing movement; slurps coming from your’s and Bakugo’s mouth were the loudest noises in the room- that was until you moved down to pay the much needed attention to Kirishima’s balls. He couldn't seem to take it when you began sucking and fondling, moaning about how full he looked. He let out an obscene whine that you couldn’t believe came from him but when Bakugo pulled his lips from around your clit, you followed the noise with a similar one.
Unlike Kirishima who had stayed still, you tried to push Bakugo’s face back down out of lack of patience. Somewhere along the lines, the dominating rolls have switched, but you couldn't really find it in yourself to trace back to when that happened.
“You really are a fighter, huh?” he chuckled out before adding, “quit whining shitty hair, you’ll get to fuck her throat once I’m done eating.”
And with that, he dove right back in, causing you to clench around nothing yet and arch your back to get impossibly closer. In turn, your gaze caught the big desperate pleading eyes looking down at you, nearly begging you to do something...
You were so dizzy with pleasure that you murmured a mindless, “I didn't forget about you Eijiro.”, before using your hands to guide his cockhead back into your mouth to coat it in your saliva then pulling off and spreading it down the rest of his length. He bit his lip and let out a cute “mmph!”, which went straight to your abused core. Wanting to hear more, you began to pump his shaft with your messy fist.
With everything going on, you didn’t realize how built up you were. At an astounding rate, your climax crashed over you, making you shriek against Kirishima's dick as you attempted to cage Bakugo’s head in with your thighs. What pushed you even further was the death grip Katsuki had on your thighs and the sinful sounds he was making while lapping away at your juices.
Your hands shot from Kirishima’s cock down to grip Bakugo’s hair, freeing your mouth to pant out breathy praises and a whiney “Katsuki!”.
“Fuck,” Bakugo groaned as he came up from your pelvis once you’ve relaxed, whipping your juices from off of his chin with the back of his hand.
“Kiri, c’mere, you gotta try this,” he said before pulling his boyfriend in for a kiss over your slumped body. Watching their lips meet and seeing Kirishima’s tongue slip into his lover’s mouth sent a dull throb to your core, even moreso when Kirishima sighed into the kiss while his cock twitched upwards, close to your face.
When they pulled away, Bakugo gave one more little peck to Kirishima before looking down at you with a mischievous grin. You mentally gather yourself and sit up, already ready to be told what to do next.
“Open up, sweet cheeks.”
You did as you were told with your tongue out on display, unintentionally closing your eyes as a sweet little “aaah” came out on instinct.
The spit hit your tongue dead on and you had to refrain from automatically swallowing.
A low whisper about how good you were to Katsuki pulled him out of his daze, his eyes darting away from the new wetness on your tongue.
“Swallow, slut.” and so you did.
“You're right Kiri, she is such a good girl… Are you ready to get fucked stupid as your prize?” was the last thing you remember before both of them did exactly that.
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