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littlexscarletxwitch · 1 year

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Florence pregnant is such a cute idea and I loved your fic about the baby talk! Can I request a fic on Florence being pregnant and the baby being born? WLW couple, first baby and they are so excited!

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paring: mum!florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, smut (or at least I tried), established relationship, pregnancy

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited, not proofread, language, smut, wlw sex, oral sex (r receiving), fingering (r receiving)

word count: 2,504

note: Thank you for requesting this, I had so much fun writing it. I hope you don't mind I added the smut part, it just sort of happened. I really hope you like it. Also guys, (not sure if anyone actually reads this part) in two days I'm going on holidays, so i don't think I will be able to post anything, maybe some Florence's pictures/videos from time to time. But I can't make any promises. I'll tried to work on more fics tho, so once I'm back I'd just post them. I only have one request left for the moment, so I will try to post that before leaving. Also I was thinking of writing for Wanda and maybe some other Marvel characters. What do you guys think? I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you enjoy! <3

note 2: Since this is sort of my universe, I decided that a woman can get another woman pregnant so this would be Y/n and Florence's biological child. Yeah, I don't want men around Florence, even if they are fictional and technically created by me. Flo is for the girls, the gays and the theys.

requests are open! + check my rules here <3

It was raining outside when Florence told you the best news ever.

You were looking out the window, admiring the rain. There was something so peaceful about the rain that just calmed you down, as though it was washing away all your worries. Billie sat next to you, cuddling in your thighs. She would stir when hearing thunder and get closer to you, as if looking for your protection.

You were lost in your thoughts that didn’t realise Florence kneeling in front of you until she taped your knee, demanding your attention.

“What is it?” you asked, you couldn’t read what she was feeling but knew she needed you to know something.

“Do you remember me being sick the last couple of days?”

“Yeah, what about it? Are you sick again?”

“No, not quite,” Florence looked at Billie, trying to find some comfort and reassurance in her dog. She was scared of your reaction. “I, um, I realised why I was feeling sick.”

“What was it, baby?” you grabbed her hands and squeezed them softly, letting her know you were listening carefully to every word she was saying. She then looked at you, took a big breath and just spilled the words out of her mouth.

“I’m pregnant,” she mumbled quickly, as if not actually wanting to tell you.

It took you a whole second to understand her words, your eyes lighted up, a small smile forming on your lips. “You are? One hundred percent sure?”

“Yes, I took three tests. All positive,” her eyes were starting to get watery.

You hugged her at the confirmation, tears forming in your eyes. But they weren't sad tears. Florence let out all the breath she had been holding since she saw the results of her tests once she felt your warmth.

“Oh my god. We are going to be mums. I’m so happy. I love you so much, Flo. So so much,” you kissed all her face.

Billie started to bark at the two of you, almost as if she knew that soon there was going to be a little human keeping her company as well.

“You’re not mad?” Florence said, tears now running down her cheeks.

“Why would I be mad? This is the best news ever. I’m going to call my mum, she’s going to love this. I can’t believe this. This is the greatest day of my life,” you kissed her lips and quickly grabbed your phone to tell all your acquaintances about the news.

Florence could only look at you in wonder. She couldn't believe that just minutes ago she was afraid to tell you about this. How silly of her.

[...]

You guys were waiting for the doctor to call you in. Florence was now three months in. Her belly was showing a bit, but not enough to tell if it was a pregnant belly or a beer belly. You thought that it looked good on her, sometimes even hot.

Minutes later you guys were called for the check up. This would be the first time you would look at the screen and see some kind of human resemblance.

Florence was lying in the stretcher, her hand in yours giving you a squeeze. She was so excited to see her baby.

“How are you guys doing?”

“Everything’s just fine, Doc,” she answered.

“Glad to hear that. Okay, let’s take a look at the baby, shall we?” you only squeezed Florence's hand even harder.

A few minutes later, when the doctor was done setting everything up, the screen lit up. At first you couldn’t understand what your eyes were looking at. The doctor said that she was taking measurements of the baby's head, hence the big circle taking up the whole screen. She then moved the instruments further down Florence belly and said that she was now taking measurements of the baby's femur. She did a few more examinations and then said:

“Okay, everything seems good. Now, let’s listen to the baby’s heart beat.” The three of you went silent and then, a second later, the room was filled by a loud thumping noise. “Wow, that’s a strong healthy heart, guys,” you could only smile at Florence, your eyes getting watery in just a second. “Okay, we’re done with the check ups. Let me show what you want,” she moved the instrument along Flo’s belly, and a second later a baby-like image showed on the screen.

“Oh, god,” that was all you could say, mesmerised by the simple image in front of you. They were tiny, and all you could see was just their silhouette, but you knew they were perfect already.

You looked at Florence, tears in the corner of her eyes as well, pecked her lips, and whispered in her ear how much you love her.

[...]

“What about Rafaela?”

“We are not naming the baby after you, Raffie,” the youngest pugh rolled her eyes pretending she was mad at her sister’s response.

You and Florence were having dinner with her family, and the baby’s name came up as a topic for conversations.

“Raffie, I’m sorry. But they are naming the kid after me. Y/n told me earlier, but she didn’t want to upset you,” Toby teased her little sister. You could only roll your eyes at the two of them, trying to hold your smile at Raffie’s clearly now upset face.

“Toby, stop bothering your sister,” Deborah scolded him.

“I actually like the name Toby,” Florence added, just to annoy her sister even further.

“Oh, come on, Flo. We can name our child after your brother of all people,” you winked at Raffie.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Toby asked in disbelief.

You looked at Raffie and the both of you just burst in laughter.

[...]

Florence was now seven months in. Now everyone could tell that you knocked her up.

You guys were watching a marvel movie. Your arm around Florence while your other hand was trailing small circles in her belly, hoping to get the baby moving.

“I always liked the name Natasha,” Florence squinted her eyes at you, trying to tell if you were being serious or not.

“We are not naming our kid after one of your favourite marvel superheroes.”

“Pff, that’s not why I–,” she raised her eyebrow at you. “Okay, fine you got me. What about Natalia?” you tried again.

“Y/n.”

“Okay, fine. You’re boring.”

“Oh, yeah?” a grin forming on her face. “Am I boring when I do this?” she moved her mouth to your neck, her breath instantly making you shiver but then it turned into a burning feeling once she gently kissed your sensitive skin.

“You are a bit less boring now,” you tried to suppress a whimper escaping from your mouth.

“What if I do this?” her hand moved down your shirt to find your breast, you silently thanked god that you weren’t wearing a bra.

As soon as her hand touched your sensitive nipple a moan escaped from your mouth, but was quickly cut off with Florence’s lips. Her tongue exploring the inside of your mouth, more moans falling from your mouth but muffled by Florence’s lips. Her hands trailing circles and pinching your nipple.

Once you guys pulled apart to take a breath, she took off your shirt, your whole chest now on display and for her to touch as she wanted. Her right hand went straight to your left breast while her mouth went straight for your right nipple. Her tongue circling it, sometimes even biting it.

She then moved her lips further down your body, leaving love bites all over your abdomen. Once she reached your shorts, you helped her take them off of you. Panties included. Now you were all hers. She kissed the insides of your tights, getting closer to your core, where you needed her the most.

“Flo…” you trailed off, not being able to say much, your mind too foggy to think of anything else but her.

She licked up your slit, earning a moan from you. A grin on her face knowing you were all hers, in that moment and for the rest of your life. She put her mouth and tongue to work, sucking and licking as much as she could. She tasted your wetness on her lips making her aroused.

“Stop teasing,” you begged her.

“What do you need, baby?” her hot breath caused goosebumps. Florence knew what you needed —what you wanted. But she needed to hear from you first. Being pregnant made Florence even hornier than when she wasn’t. She blamed it on the hormones. But truth be told, she had always been this horny, but only for you. There was something about you that made her knees go weak everytime she got a glimpse of your body.

“Your fingers,” a whimper escaped from your lips once she bit your core. “I need your fingers, Flo.”

Without wasting another second Florence pushed two fingers inside you, a small cry came out of your mouth.

“Look at you, taking my fingers so well,” you said before getting her tongue back to work.

She curled her fingers inside you and stared a small pace, out and in of you, while her tongue attacked your clit. You were a mess under her. Your knuckles were turning white from your thigh grip on the bed sheets, your back arching at her touch, your legs spreading wide open for her to have more access to you.

She started to thrust her fingers in you faster once she noticed you were close to your realise. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Florence moved her head up just a bit so she could see your face. Your lips were apart, moans coming out of them, your brows were furrowed, she enjoyed that view. Especially you moaning out her name over and over again.

You felt the knot in your stomach tightening, you knew you were about to finish. “Flo…” you whispered.

“Let go, baby,” and as if on cue, you felt the knot disappear, your hand moved to her head, pushing her even closer to you, her tongue making you scream her name. A soft moan escaped from Florence lips while trying to suck all of your juices.

She guided you while coming out of your high, her fingers slowly moving out of you. She then sucked at her fingers, wanting to get as much of you as she could. You already missed her fingers inside of you.

“So sweet,” she said tasting you on her fingers. Then lied next to you, kissing your forehead.

“I love you,” you muttered, already getting sleepy.

“I love you more,” she replied, covering both of your bodies with the bedsheets.

[...]

About three months later, you and Florence were doing some gardening when Florence felt her legs get wet.

“Um, Y/n, I think my water just broke.”

“Oh, shit. Holy fuck. Oh my god is happening, oh my god,” you rushed inside to get the bag you and Florence had packed a few days ago, knowing the baby would come any day. “Holy shit, Flo, we have everything right? Did you…?

“Y/n, calm down. It’s going to be fine,” she squeezed your shoulder.

“I think I’m going to faint, baby,” you eyes rolled back for a second, Florence shaking you body so it would work properly.

“Don’t you dare pass out on me, Y/n. I’m the one about to pull a baby out of me, okay? Keep it together,” she suppressed the need to slap some sense into you.

[...]

You couldn’t stop looking at her, mesmerised by her entirely.

You had been waiting for 9 months and now there she was. You thought the greatest day of your life was when Florence told you she was pregnant, but now this was the greatest day of your life. The day that your daughter had been born.

Florence had given birth to your beautiful daughter just an hour ago. Once your ears were filled by her loud crying, tears forming in your eyes as well as in Florence’s. This was the moment the both of you had been waiting for the last 9 months —meeting her. And god, she was perfect. The first thing you recognized in your daughter was Florence’s little nose, you chuckled at the similarity.

Not only was she healthy but she was breathtaking. You knew all born babies were ugly, that was the rule of life. But it seemed that for some reason the rule didn’t apply to your babygirl. Because she was the most beautiful person you had ever seen, as beautiful and mesmerising as your Florence. You couldn't be more proud of her, for growing this little human inside of her.

“I love her so much already,” you whispered to Florence, trying not to disturbed the baby in her arms.

“She’s as perfect as you are,” a smile plastered on her face once she looked at you.

“Oh, come on, those are your genes. Just look at her,” you kissed Florence’s forehead. She giggled at your words.

“You want to hold her?” she was already giving the tiny human to you.

Once she was in your arms, you felt completed. Not that anything was missing, but it was as if things should have always been this way. With Florence right by your side. The baby stirred under your hands, getting used to your warmth and touch, but it was af she could tell that it was her mama holding her and stop moving around, falling back into her sleep. You poked her hand with your pinky finger, trying your best to not disturb her but you wanted to touch her, as though you were making sure she was real. You gasped once her tiny hand opened and grabbed your pinky finger.

Florence was looking at the both of you with watery eyes. She couldn’t believe that her daughter was finally there with her, you holding her close to your chest. She didn’t know she could love someone as much as she loved you, and there it was, right in front of her. She couldn't wait for everyone to meet her. She knew she would be loved by everyone, but loved the most by the two of you.

“What about Daisy?” you whispered to Florence.

“Are you sure it’s not a marvel character?” she teased you.

You looked at her, trying to find an answer, the truth was that it was a marvel character’s name, but you had always loved that name regardless of that.

“I, um…” she chuckled at your missing words.

“It’s perfect. Little Daisy,” your eyes lit up at her words.

“Little Daisy,” you repeated, it did sound perfect.

[...]

Bonus scene (moments before driving Florence to the hospital):

911 operator: 911, what’s your emergency?

Y/n: Yeah, my wife is going into labour *trying to not freak out*

911 operator: Is this her first child?

Florence: DON’T YOU DARE.

Y/n: No, this is her wife.

(I thought this would be funny)

Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated! <3

-M

#florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh x you #mum florence pugh x reader #florence pugh x y/n #florence pugh x fem reader #mum florence pugh #florence pugh imagine #florence pugh smut #florence pugh fluff #littlexscarletxwitch's fic #requests by lovely anons ‘๑’#your fav florence pugh blog <3

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wolfoftheblackflames · 2 months

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Hello my misfits, here's what you've all been waiting for! Enjoy the meal =3 (Also don't be afraid of leaving a comment or two, I'd love to chat ^^)

Dancing with the Devil: Pt.4

Charlie was lucky the location was in Pride since she knew sinners like Vaggie weren't able to leave the ring. She looked annoyed slightly since the paparazzi were taking pictures of the various nobles coming into the large castle-like building. She dreaded the inevitable, but walked into the brightly lit area with her head held high.

Vaggie, however, kept a watchful eye since there was no telling when someone wanted to start shit. “The less we see of the Von Eldritch family, the better.” She heard Charlie mutter clearly dreading the encounter.

“Hmm, is that Lucifer's daughter? And she's with someone else this time?” A noble woman commented as Vaggie felt Charlie squeeze her hand.

“Seems like the princess has acquired the taste for the opposite sex. Perhaps this is just a ploy to make the young lord jealous and take her back.” Another noble woman sneered with a wicked grin.

“Could've picked a better looking whore than that small thing.”

That was it, the comment that made Charlie dig her sharpened claws into her own palm. “Those bitches…” She snarled softly hearing the two noble assholes laugh.

This surprised Vaggie who was all to ready to stab those noble fucks with her spear which she had left at home by mistake. “Charlie?” She lightly touched Charlie's arm making those eyes look at her. From ruby with yellow to white with red, those were the eyes of a demon. “Easy ok, come on let's go find a quieter spot hon.”

Charlie clenched her jaw slightly but followed Vaggie. It pissed her off that those two women back there got off easily. “Jerks…” She growled but blinked, noticing that once the two sat down outside in a rather nice garden area, Vaggie was holding that tightly clenched fist.

“Let me have a look.” How easy it was for the angel to get Charlie to unclench her fist with just that soft gentle tone. “Oh Charlie…” That ivory gaze landed on the small puncture wounds those claws had caused.

“Sorry… I just hated hearing how they were talking about you…” The princess massaged the area on her own head where the horns threatened to come out.

Then that anger vanished once Charlie felt a soft kiss come onto her palm. “Thank you, but seriously if I had my spear right now, those two bitches would be a very tacky kebab.” She saw that evil smirk that crept its way onto Vaggie's face.

The demoness was stunned by the gesture. Sure, Vaggie had comforted her a dozen of times, but this, it felt like a firework had gone off. A fresh shade of red blush decorated Charlie's rosy cheeks as she started to giggle. “I love it when you get feisty.” She stated and repaid the gesture with a soft kiss to Vaggie's forehead.

The comment made Vaggie start to sizzle slightly, her face looking like a lantern right now with how gold it was. Though what sent her mind into a giant gay panic was those lips that had been planted on her forehead. It made her imagine what those would feel like on her own. “Vaggie hello?” Charlie called as she blinked innocently tilting her head.

What snapped the angel back was a sneer followed by a deep male voice. “Oh how cute, I dumped you so you've turned to pussy to get over me? I guess you can't exactly find a great dick to replace mine.” He smirked, his neon green eyes narrowing slightly.

Charlie slowly turned to the speaker. Her eyes widening. “Seviathan..?” Her voice came out in a soft growl.

“In the flesh baby.” The taller man grinned looking amused. “Whoa!” He laughed seeing Vaggie move to be between the two tall demons.

“I really don't like your tone, maldito idiota..” (Fucking prick) She snarled her voice sounding already done with this guy.

“Wow where did you pick this one up Charlotte, I wouldn't mind getting me a whore like her.” Seviathan smirked, brushing back his dark green hair with grey roots, his eyes leering at Vaggie. That all changed to shock when a knife whizzed past his cheek, cutting it as red dripped down his face. “Fucking bitch, you cut my face!” He snapped his eyes glowing.

The tall big chad of a man wearing his neon green suit was soon decked hard in the face when he tried to grab Vaggie. “Don't fucking touch her…” Charlie's voice came out in a vicious growl. She was already upset with the comments thrown at Vaggie before, but then this scum tries to touch her, fuck no. Flames slowly started to circle Charlie as her red horns stood up freely, with her long black tail with spikes and a triangular tip swished back and forth irritated. “And for the record I broke it off with you because you were basically making me uncomfortable with the sexual harassment. I'm not some fucking trophy, I don't owe you anything, and I only spared your ugly ass because we alongside Helsa were friends…”

Seviathan slowly got up, rubbing his swollen cheek. He snarled but then smirked. “You really have changed. I'll forgive this little stunt once Charlotte only because we used to be friends.” He sneered with a small laugh. The host soon went back to his own dates as Charlie seethed, watching him go.

(Wolf here once again. I hope you guys like my take on some info I found. One said Vaggie does have knives on her but doesn't know how she pulls them out. The other is that Seviathan excludes "big chad jerk" energy, anyway, thanks for reading! ^^)

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #cute as fuck #pre canon #seviathan von eldritch #dancing #starmoth #awkward vaggie is fun #flustered charlie is fun #angry charlie is badass #angry Vaggie is badass #ballroom dancing

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gerec · 3 months

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Hello, I just want to say thank you so much because you’re one of the main reason I’m back into the Cherik hole again after 8 years :Đ (I’m still having a lovely time here). Also, would you mind if I ask you for some fic recs of 1. Alternative first meeting where Erik and Charles meet/flirt with each other at the bar and 2. Smut fics that included dirty talk about breeding/pregnant kink but no actual mpreg. I know it’s a lot but I hope you could help :Đ Thank you so so much for still being here!

Hello darling Anon! Sorry for the delay; it took a while for me to search for recs based on your criteria! I've got some good ones for their first meeting at a bar, but I was only able to think of/find one fic with dirty talk that didn't include mpreg (the other one is rule 63). Anyway I'm so glad you're giving Cherik another go around it's wonderful to rediscover an old love :D :D :D Hope you enjoy!!!

First Meeting at a bar (there aren't many canon verse fics I know of, but there are many great aus):

In Plain Sight by Lenore

As it happens, Charles does know how it feels to hide who he is. A stranger in a pub sees right through him.

Bloodbound by ikeracity

Finding himself strapped for cash at the start of his senior year, Erik decides to become a donor at TypO, a blood bar where vampires come to drink fresh blood from consenting donors, safely and legally. There, he catches the eye of Charles Xavier, vampire, telepath, professor at Columbia, and quite possibly the most alluring person Erik's ever met. Their first meeting sets into motion a bond much deeper than they can understand, one that neither of them had ever expected.

Hitting If Off by niniblack

Erik meets the perfect guy at the bar. Too bad Mr. Perfect is on a date with someone else...

Twinks, Daddies & Bears. Oh my! by Villain

Charles is fresh back from Oxford and new to the gay scene in New York. On his first night out at the clubs with his best friend Hank, he sees the Big Bad Wolf; otherwise known as Erik Lehnsherr.

Punk Rock Boy by Not_You

Charles goes to a punk gig for an anthropology paper, and things get crazy.

A Telepath Walks Into a Bar by ximeria

Erik hates it when drunk idiots interrupt his flirting.

United We Stand, Divided They Fall by ximeria

The prompt was "the only two people at a bar rooting for the same football team au". And that's more or less what it is.

99 bottles of beer on the wall by orphan_account

It's been years since the accident that paralyzed Charles, leaving him wheelchair-bound and shattering his carefree life of drinking, sex, and loose telepathy. Raven finally guilt's Charles into going to a bar with her, only to have them run into a rather unsavory Mutant and Disability fetishist.

And One For Yourself? (Let Me Take You Home?) by meh_guh

Charles has had it with academia. He's sick of Boston, sick of teaching Bio 101, sick of Nathaniel Essex's guerrilla campaign against his lab time. So of course, the only thing to do is to move back to NYC and open a bar. It'll be a lark.

And Tony's there! Scads of guilt-free, friendly sex is never to be frowned upon.

Of course, the bewitching lunatic behind the bar complicates matters, but Charles is hardly new at seduction. He'll win Erik over in a matter of weeks.

A month at the outside.

Really.

Baby, You're A Hit by mutanitys (chekov)

"How to not make it up to the cute professor you mistakenly punched at a bar" by Erik Lehnsherr.

(Erik still punches the wrong guy, but this time the hospital doesn't seem to be an option.)

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Fics with dirty talk about breeding/pregnant kink:

serendipity by intentation

Charles runs into his professor at a sex club. How can he possibly resist?

Perfection by LadyLustful

Charlotte Xavier didn't think she would be into being bred but here she is, getting off on hearing how she's perfect and will give Erik perfect babies.

#gerec rambles #fic rec #cherik #gerec's fic rec #alternate first meeting #dirty talk

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s1llydr3amscape · 17 days

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I didn't quite get to finish this for vanweek during day 5 among other things so I think I might try to conquer the other days i missed soon mweheheheh

More under the cut (including more dialogue!!) :

Originally was gonna post a fanfic for day 5 aswell that was mainly featuring Vanny talking one on one with the glamrocks!!!!! Not today I'm embarrassed cuz I'm very wordy and a simple convo can be way too long. I wanted to do a one on one scene with Vanny and all the glamrocks to get their dynamic but only managed to do Roxanne. They're on the sidewalk at night near the apartment complex convenience store. Right outside on the sidewalk sitting at the curb.

Since Vanny is undead in this AU he doesn't really feel pain as much I just think characters stitching themself back up is very cool. I'm a huge fan of zombies!!! I want to draw her rotte

Also 2nd time bro's in it's underwear and I just realised god I don't know how to draw clothes 💀 (I wear cat shirts everyday do not ask me for fashion advice dawg!!!)

Snippet no context barebones. Don't let me cook :

Roxanne sighed.

"Look Vanny I know you've been busy with your work or whatever but c'mon just stop by for one race. I need my girl cheering me on if I'm gonna be taking the win."

Vanny snickered as she playfully jabbed Roxannes shoulder.

"You already have plenty of fans. I ain't gonna make a difference. Besides, unlike you, I have a real job."

Vanny took another swig of a drink as she lightly shaked its contents.

"HEY! Racing is a real job. Thank you very much."

"Not if its illegal." Deadpanned she took another swig of her drink.

"Atleast I'm good at my job unlike you!" Roxanne blurted our as she crushed the can she was holding.

Vanny shifted in her spot. Her eyes now gazing into hers. Controlling herself she looked to the curb.

"What do you even know."

(I didn't like how this scene played out because I don't know how to write characters moving and having a gay old time.) But basically Vanny was on her shift when Roxy spotted her. She managed to convince Vanny to sit and chat with her and even bought her some drinks from a vending machine nearby. Roxy was gloating about how many races she managed to win and hoped she could convince Vanny to come watch her perform again. Because she likes the attention. They have a lil back and forth before Roxy accidentally blurts out something that pisses Vanny off. Making Vanny be mad because what does she know what she's going through.

(Roxanne in this AU is technically a nepo baby but her story about replacing Glamrock Foxy is very much here in a different way. So like if Roxanne were to ever quit her races she could technically go back home and live comfortably in Vanny’s eyes)

Vanny thinks Roxanne already has it easy and gets a bit pissed and abruptly ends it there. Roxy realises and tries to backpedal what she meant but Vannys already gone. Sighing Roxy throws her empty can into the curb and grabs onto her face trying to calm down.

And that's about it. I like relationships whether platonic or romantic to have their ups and downs because it makes it feel relatable to me. Like a lot of my heart poured into this AU and what the characters go through I've sorta went through in a weird way.

(Ft orange cats I saw around love them <3333)

I have not draw gore in so long (full of whimsy and joy) so it looks wonky but I'm trying to get out of my comfort zone but drawing my blorbo standing in an empty background smiling tho...

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #vanny #fnaf vanny #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #fnaf fanart #fnaf au #vanny the bunny #vanny security breach #vanny sb #my art #rabbit city au #tw eyestrain #tw gore #tw stitches #ask to tag #I love lop ear rabbits so much guys theyre cute

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harperonni · 1 year

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NSR Oc’s!! here we go lads!! I’m gonna put more info about them under read more bc asdfg I just wanna yell about them! might even open up to questions about them bc I just would love love to share more omg, so feel free to ask about them if you like Also all three are trans and very queer

Left to right: Valli Styrene

She/Her, 29, trans, lesbian

Tattoo artist. Farah was one of her first customers, and her popularity rocketed after she did EVE’s thigh tattoo.

Only has one tattoo, as she’s a big perfectionist. She has lots of ideas on what she’d like, but just can’t seem to follow through on them

Often goes to EVE’s art gallaries when she can. She studied Fine art at uni, though dropped out the course on her last year. Took her a lot of retail jobs and apprenticeships before she got to where she is now.

Fangs run in the family, but she’s not a vampire.

Her favourite animals are actually snakes. She has a pet Ball python (despite the place where they’re renting having a no pets policy) and her name is Carmilla

Still paints from time to time, likes using gouache the most.

Farah Sol

They/She, 36, Non-binary, Pansexual

Comes from a biiigg family. Two mums, five siblings, and now five nieces/nephews. Is very close to their family, and frequently visits home (Valli and Speckle have been brought into the familly circle too, given how the three live togehter and had been friends since meeting at uni).

NSR artist - ElectroSwing (Still unsure if they have a district in the future, like if they get that popular. Maybe, only because it would be fun to imagine asdfg)

They’re also a semi-successful author, though they go by a pseudonym (Sol Bacho) because they want their books to be read becuase they’re good, not because they’re an NSR artist. Some of their best sellers include: Vinyl City, a music foundation, RETDEX: What once was, and Stars Aline (a romance they honestly hadn’t expected to get popular lol)

Adores cats. If she could have cats in their no pet house they would not hesitate. For now though, she goes to DJ SS’s house and snuggles his cats instead lol

(also kinda shipped them with DJ Subatomic as a joke but now it’s not a joke help)

Speckle Darling

He/Him, 35, Trans, Gay

Architect, has worked outside and in Vinyl city and over saw some of the more lived in areas, (as in, homes where people could live lol) and if I decide Farah’s a charter with their own district, is def the man Farah hires to help design their district.

Arcitecture and DIY is this mans passion! He will talk hours over the differences and imporatnace of specific window panes.

He also relaxes with simulator games, like the sims (this man would only ever build houses, he never plays with any actual families). He would also unironically enjoy truck simulator too. He’s a simple man with simple pleasures.

He uses a cane to help walk, primarily with his left foot which is robotic. He was born without his left leg, and didn’t really get his first prosthetic until his teens years.

Is a single and divorced dad, too. Maybe a year after Farah becomes a charter, there’s a celebration on one of Farah’s songs being a big hit. Speckle drank too much and woke up in another city, married to a guy he didn’t know. The two enjoyed eachothers company, but decided to divorce. Speckle heads home, vowing to not drink again after all that happened. Three weeks later he finds out hes pregnant, and decides to keep the baby. Then, Sandi Darling was born

He adores his daughter so much, and Farah and Valli are co-godparents to Sandi. They’re reffered to as Aunt Far, and aunt Val

#nsr #no straight roads #nsr oc #no straight roads oc #ocs #farah sol #valli styrene #speckle darling #original character #if anyone has questions about them i'd love to answer omg #i've #technically shipped them all with canon characters but asdfghj

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matthias-the-tulip · 2 years

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parts i hope they keep in the red white and royal blue movie: a list.

for @failinginwhatdirection here you go

• "i'm going to throw up on you" at the stables

• "i'd rather be waterboarded" also at the stables

• "i bet he has a secret lovechild," nora says. "or he's gay. or he has a secret gay lovechild." "it's probably in case i see his equerry putting his batteries back in," alex says.

• midnight ice cream on instagram and "i didn't know you wore glasses."

• the awkward fist bump on "this morning"

• "do you mind?" in the cupboard at the hospital

• "you're not the prince of me"

• "i cannot believe even mortal peril will not prevent you from being the way you are."

• "are you psychoanalysing me? i don't think royal guests are allowed to do that."

• "is that the time you threatened to push me into the thames?"

• "no booty calls."

• "it was like you were trying to set him on fire with your mind."

• "don't let the papers print lies about me after i've garroted myself with my tie."

• "you are the thistle in the tender and sensitive arse crack of my life."

• the whole turkey situation but they really can't get rid of that it's too important - "buy a summer home in majorca with the turkey"

• mr wobbles and jabba cakes please.

• "you're jeff goldblum"

• "I BEG YOU TO NOT"

• "please do not attempt to steal my shine. you will fail and i will be embarrassed for you."

• "christ, you are as thick as it gets."

• alex falling while running with june cause he was thinking about henry

• "still waters, deep dicking.”

• “prince henry is a biscuit,” nora says, “let him sop you up.”

• "you're not going to kill him, are you?" she says. "probably not," alex tells her

• "i mean, er, should we, i dunno, slow down?" henry says, cringing so hard at himself that one eye closes. "go for dinner first, or-"

• "i'm going to die," henry says helplessly. "i'm going to kill you," alex tells him. "yes, you are," henry agrees.

• alex fixing his hair for him

• fucking eyelashes

• the whole polo kit situation. henry slowly putting his foot back on the floor 😂

• "you're a mad, spiteful, unmitigated demon, and i'm going to kiss you until you forget how to talk."

• birthday floggings et al

• i will staple your dick to the inside of your leg

• baby.

• "i miss you," alex says before he can stop himself. he instantly regrets it, but henry says, "i miss you too."

• "i want to... put my fingers in his mouth..." she moans, sounding horrified. (WE NEED JUNE)

• "if only you had known the mighty work of thine loins would be undone by a gay heir who likes it when american boys with chin dimples are mean to him."

• just the whole karaoke bar situation. plz.

• o captain, my captain

• "when at wimbledon."

• "i want to see a cage match between your grandmother and this fucking ghoul running against my mom"

• "and you are good. most things are awful most of the time, but you're good."

• "he is truly a picture, wearing an expression of bewildered panic and absolutely nothing else."

• all of zahra's little quips - "every time i see you, it takes another year off my life." - "ask me if i'm afraid of the crown."

• SEXUAL EXPERIMENTATION WITH FOREIGN MONARCHS: A GRAY AREA.

• EXPLORING YOUR SEXUALITY: HEALTHY, BUT DOES IT HAVE TO BE WITH THE PRINCE OF ENGLAND?

• FEDERAL FUNDING, TRAVEL EXPENSES, BOOTY CALLS, AND YOU

• "some saucy tart once tried to impugn my virtue against an oil painting of him, and in the halls of memory, some things demand context."

• I GUESS THAT MAKES YOU. THE MF. NORTH STAR.

• a catholic moment

• santa maria is watching

• "philip is the heir and i'm the spare, and if that nervy bastard has a heart attack at thirty-five and i've got malaria, whither the spare?

• alex's meltdown outside kensington. very important. - "how 'bout i just keep yelling and we see which of the papers show up first!" he turns back to the window and starts flailing his arms too. "henry! your royal fucking highness!"

• henry nuzzling his nose behind alex's ear.

• "next time we shall visit some of the george III pieces and see if they burst into flame."

• DANCING TO YOUR SONG IN THE MUSEUM

• "once shaan managed to dislodge him from the chandelier"

• "i will physically fight your grandmother myself if i have to, okay? and, like, she's old. i know i can take her." "i wouldn't be so cocky," henry says with a small laugh. "she's full of dark surprises."

• "your spine's a ridge i'd die climbing"

• "check the fucking news, you horny little miscreant"

• you're my mean friend

• I 😭 LOVE 😭 HIM 😭 ON 😭 PURPOSE 😭 once again they can't leave that out if they do i'll k!ll someone

• "what are we even defending here, philip? what kind of legacy? what kind of family, that says, we'll take the murder, we'll take the raping and pillaging and the colonizing, we'll scrub it up nice and neat in a museum, but oh no, you're a bloody poof? that's beyond our sense of decorum! i've bloody well had it. i've sat about long enough letting you and gran and the weight of the damned world keep me pinned, and i'm finished. i don't care. you can take your legacy and your decorum and you can shove it up your fucking arse, philip. i'm done."

• "for what it's worth," he says to philip, "that is the bravest son of a bitch I've ever met."

• "I've been gay as a maypole since the day i came out of mum, philip."

• bea pouring the tea on philip's lap

• henry pulls alex close and kisses him, whispers, "i love you i love you i love you."

• never 😭 tell 😭 me 😭 the 😭 odds 😭

• "my life is a cosmic joke and you're not a real person"

• "listen, you've had your first big sex scandal. no more sitting at the kids' table."

• how to love each other in plain sight

• "holding henry's hand atop his own knee" in the portrait

• "all this fundraising for sobriety is going to drive me to drink."

• "I'm the prince of...here"

• "you spent a month of your gap year talking to yaks in mongolia, h."

• "i know it's a lot, but you give people hope. so, get back out there and be alex."

• the super six

• alex tripping on the magazine with them on the cover

• henry fixing june's hair

#red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #prince henry of wales #henry fox mountchristen windsor

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romanarose · 2 years

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Seattle: Part 3

Marc Spector X Fem!OC

Chapter 2 : Chapter 4

Seattle Masterlist

Fic summary: A friend from Marc's past calls on him for help when she's trapped in an abusive relationship, but will show allow him and Steven to help?

Chapter summary: Rebecca and Marc travel from Seattle to Rebecca's new home with Marc in New York. Marc reflects on how much Becca changed and the night they spent together

WARNINGS!: Mentions of abusive relationship (not with Marc), mentions of miscarriage, smut, PIV sex, loss of virginity (m and f) fingering, Marc being a bit subby (idk why i moved it to this direction but I thought it would be a bit of a change from other loss of virginity fics)

Scenes in italics are flashbacks.

Italics are Marc, Bold is Steven. This is very Marc focused, but Steven will make appearances.

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Marc waited patiently outside the women's bathroom door for Rebecca to return, he heard her voice as she walked out. “Stop, listen, no, dad”

Anger surged through Marc, but not at her, never at her. Why was she talking to her dad? He knew she was back in contact, that she had been at least since the wedding, where Marc avoided him simply out of respect for her and her wedding day. Not that he had any respect for her marriage, he always hated Jack, but purely out of respect for Becca. Jack had hated him from the beginning, as did her dad.

“Yes, I’m getting divorced. I know you don’t approve, but that’s what I’m- god, I know how old I am!”

Marc, as irritated as he was, couldn’t help but smile a bit. This, this was the Rebecca he knew. Not the watered down, painfully polite, passive version. No, the version he knew was this; the version that stood up for herself, the version that stood up to her dad, no matter what happened.

“Hey dad, Marc and I are going to study in my room” She called to her dad as she dragged Marc down the hall to her room, passing the living room where Carl sat watching the game. Packers game. Of course he was a fucking Packers fan, only person in Chicago who was a fuckign Packers fan.

“Stop.” He called.

In front of him, you stopped, pausing for a moment. He could feel you prepping yourself.

“Becca, get in here.” He called again.

Rebecca turned to Marc quickly, shoulder length brown waved bobbing as she grabbed Marc’s shoulder, whispering. “Stay here, don’t. Move.” When she walked past Marc and he turned, she stopped dead in her tracks. “Don’t”

Rounding the corner, she put on a smile as she disappeared. Marc could make out some of the words her dad said, names he called her: Slut, whore, bitch. The usual. A slap. Marc clenched his fists tightly, nails digging into his palms. He wanted to go in there, to protect her. But he knew that would make things worse. She said to stay, he had to trust her.

“We’re not doing anything, dad. He’s just my friend.” a pause and her dad said something. “Maybe I’m gay” She taunted. Marc smiled, there she was, until he heard another slap.

Rebecca came flying out of the room, grabbing Marc’s hand and pulling him into the room. She called to the living room. “We’re keeping the door open!”. When they sat on the bed, Rebecca noticed Marc looking at her red face. “Don’t”

“Beccs, we can study elsewhere, it doesn’t have to be here.”

She shook her head. “Nope. This is my home. I understand he doesn’t want me getting pregnant under his roof so I’ll respect keeping the door open, but I’m not going to tip toe in my own home”

“Oh yeah, Jack talk to you huh? Jack also tell you he bruised three ribs and scalded my face with hot water?...... Ohoho of course you don’t see a problem with that…. Take a wild fucking guess who I’m with….. Yeah, you’re favorite…. I don’t have an attitude, I’m an adult! Okay, you know what? I’m gonna hang up, Marc and I have a very busy day ahead with our illicit affair, lot’s of extra marital sex to have, babies to make.” With that, she hung up.

Rebecca turned to Marc, who stared at her, mouth agape. “What?”

“Nothing.” He smiled, shaking his head. “Just happy to see you being yourself.”

Her face faltered a bit. “Was I too harsh?”

Marc groaned a bit. “No, sweetheart, not at all. C’mon, let’s find food.”

They talked together through the busy airport. Ironically, their layover was the Chicago O'hare airport. Both of them opted to not sightsee in their home city. They found a sandwich place and sat down.

“He said I’m not getting any younger.” She grumbled. “That I’m not going to find someone to marry me now.”

I would Marc thought. I love you, I love you, I love you Marc felt like it would burst out of his mouth.

“Like I even want to get married again, after that shit show.”

Marc knew this, of course. No part of him held out hope that this would make her love him. He knew his time passed. The morning after they made love, he hadn’t said anything, they never addressed it. His window closed. Now she was scared, traumatized, and lost. His job wasn’t to manipulate her into love or sex, his job was what it had always been, and what he had always failed it. Protect her.

When the waiter asked what they wanted, Marc ordered a BLT

“And for you, ma’am?”

“Same” Rebecca ordered, drinking her water as the waitress walked away. “When did I go from miss to ma’am?”

BLT. She ordered a sandwich with pork.

So? Steven questioned.

She was always observant…

She looked up at him, finding his quizzical look. “What?”

Marc didn’t falter.

Rebecca’s eyes widened. “Oh my god, you’re judging me for eating bacon!”

Marc rolled his eyes. “I’m not judging you! I literally ordered the same fucking thing.”

Rebecca didn’t back down. “Wow. Wow. You have no right to judge me.” She was only half joking, her genuine distress being covered by an overly dramatic call out.

Marc raised his hands defensively, giving a little laugh. “I’m not! I don’t care what you eat!”

With an aggressive point, she defended herself, although Marc got the feeling she was defending the sandwich to herself more than him. “I fell out of habit, that’s all”

Marc couldn’t help the dry laugh that escaped him, eyebrow raising. “You fell out of the habit? You didn’t eat pork the first 30 years of your life and you just…. Fell out of the habit?” His face slowly faded into a frown of concern.

She dodged his eyes. “What does it matter? You always ate pork. Besides, I ate it when we were homeless.”

“Beccs… I had to practically force feed you.”

Rebecca had been trying to trade food with Marc from the soup kitchen. “Give me your side and I’ll give you my hot dog.”

“No way, betukah.”

“You don’t even like corn!”

“You can have my corn, but I’m not eating your hot dog, you need protein. You’re gonna freeze to death when the cold comes.” Right now in the summer, neither Marc or Rebecca could fathom the cold, not with the sweltering heat clinging to them.

Rebecca scoffed. “Well, I’m hoping to not be homeless this winter, Marc. Besides, I don’t eat pork, you know this.”

Marc rolled his eyes. “What kind of Chicagoin doesn’t eat hotdogs.” his chicago accent making it sound more like hahtdahg.

Holding up a finger for each point, she countered him. “One, jews, for the last 100 years, two, Chicagoins isn’t a word”

Marc got more serious. “I think God will understand.”

She shook her head. “I can’t go to Shabbat, not when we’re trying to avoid everyone. I refuse to get lazy. If I start eating pork, I’m going to start slacking on other things, and I just won’t do that.”

Marc thought for a moment. “I promise you, if you eat this stupid hotdog, which, by the way, probably isn’t even real meat,” he said with a little smile. “I’ll take us to the suburbs to go to Shabbat, away from the prying eyes of the Chicago jewish population. When she still hesitated, but was clearly mulling it over. “Listen, I had an aunt who was diabetic, right? One day I caught her eating while the rest of us were fasting for Yom Kimpur. I asked my dad, and dad said that she can’t fast, God doesn’t want us to do things that harm us. And remember Rachel Rosenbaum, who went to a treatment center for anorexia? She isn’t allowed to fast either, because it might send her back to spiraling. God doesn’t want us to hurt ourselves. I think he’d rather you eat. Especially because we didn’t have lunch. Or breakfast.”

With a small frown, she agreed.

Rebecca wouldn't look at Marc.

Marc, mercifully, filled the silence. “What did he do to you, Rivkah? I noticed… he didn’t like you being Jewi-”

“He wasn’t against me being Jewish!” Rebecca raised her voice. When she noticed people glancing over, she lowered her voice, finally looking at Marc. “His religion was just very important to him, as mine is to me. We found compromises.”

“You had an entirely christian wedding, Rebecca. You didn’t even have the hurrah. It’s not a compromise if you give up everything.”

“Can you drop it? Please?”

“Why are you defending him again?”

“Marc, please drop it!”

Marc was silent.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be”

“No, Marc, I-”

“Honey.” Marc caught her brown eyes again. “Honey… it’s me.” Marc took in how much she changed. Her hair, which she always kept shorter, was long, past her chest. It was so much lighter… And straight. That stood out. She was always proud of her large hair, thick with waves. Her face was still burned, likely would be for a long time, but the doctor assured it would fade away, maybe completely by a few years. What had he done to her? How had he managed to break her down piece by piece, until not only was she physically unrecognizable, but her personality had been stripped away. “Rebecca, you can argue with me. You can disagree with me, call me out. You always have. Don’t stop now.”

“I know.”

When Marc found her exiting the doors of her college, her face lit up brightly. “MARC!” she shouted, running to him.

He hadn’t told her he was back in the city. He hadn’t intended to come, but he had nowhere else to go. Actually, that wasn’t exactly true. He could go anywhere. But nowhere called to him. Only she did. It was early November, 3 months since he left. He had intended to stay away. The deal had been that Rebecca would start school, her full tuition being paid for by scholarships and aid, and get an apartment while Marc would find his way elsewhere. Where, he didn’t know. But somewhere else. It killed him to leave her, but he needed to go, and she needed to stay. She wouldn’t leave her brother, who was still living with her dad.

“Marc, why are you here! Not that I’m not happy, but I thought you were down south?”

He was. He was busy fighting in less-than-legal fights; he was good at it. He had made a fair amount of money.

“I’m back, because you didn’t keep your promise” Marc frowned at her. “You promised me you would get an apartment for the winter, I know you have enough saved up”

Holding Marc’s hand, they began walking down the street to Rebecca’s bus stop. “I know, I tried, Marc! No one wants to rent to an 19 year old with no credit, so I’ve been couch surfing.”

Raising an eyebrow, he doubted her. “Couch surfing?”

She sighed. There were no secrets from Marc Spector. “Okay, it’s some couch surfing. Some shelters… and sometimes I stay with my dad”

“Beccs-”

“You don’t get to do that.” Rebecca stopped on the sidewalk, facing him. “You left, Marc. And that’s fine, please know that’s fine, you have to do what you need to, but so do I. And sometimes that means swallowing my pride and staying with my dad until it gets bad again”

Feeling his jaw clench and tick, he tried to not react too strongly. “Until things get bad again?” He asked.

Rebecca sighed, starting to walk again. “Yes Marc. I’ll go there, stay a few days or a few weeks until he hits me again, is that what you want to hear?”

“No! Why would I want to hear that?” He trailed after her. He knew what he had to do. As much as he hated it, as much he hated the idea of being in Chicago or even talking to his dad. But he does it. He asks his dad to cosign a lease for him and Rebecca, a short term, 6 month lease to get her through the winter safely. They split everything, as much as Marc tried to pay for it all. Rebecca had pride, and refused to let Marc pay for everything. As much as she had always let Marc help, she refused to become dependent on him, on anyone, let alone a man. How things had changed with Jack.

It was dark by the time they trudged into Marc’s apartment, the cold March of New York seeping into their bones. “It’s not much, but it’s ours” He gestured to the open studio. It wasn’t as small as their place in Chicago when they were teens. No, that place was tiny, big enough for their full sized mattress, fridge, stove, and a few plastic bins in which they kept their clothes, much of which was shared. Rebecca had preferred t-shirts and loose jeans, men’s clothing a far reach from the clothes she had now. Maybe she grew up, maybe after working professionally she found a liking for nice clothes, but Marc couldn’t help thinking Jack was changing that part of her too.

“It’s nice.” Rebecca smiles genuinely, taking it in. It was a little messy, piles of books and take out boxes, but minimally decorated. She assumed the books weren’t Marc, they must be- She gasped, turning to Marc covering her blushing face. “Oh my god!”

Marc looks panicked. “What?”

Rebecca continued covering her face. “Oh my god, I haven’t met Steven!” Rebecca had been so caught up in being back with Marc, she had forgotten about Steven. Marc had, of course, told her about Steven and Moon Knight. No secrets, not between them.

“Is that all?”

She removed the hands. “He must think I’m so rude!”

Marc laughed. “Trust me, honey, he does not think that. Would you like to meet him?”

She perked up at that. The light in her eyes that he missed so much returning, just a bit. “Can I?”

That alright Steven?

Yes! I would love to

“Hello love! So nice to finally meet you, Marc’s said so much about you, I feel like I already know you.”

Rebecca’s grin widened “It’s nice to meet you too!”

Ever hospitable, Steven showed her the bathroom. “I’m sure you’d like to shower and get settled in, Marc brought some clothes from your apartment but if you need anything, you can use ours, and use whatever is in the shower.”

Rebecca laughed a bit. “You mean Marc’s 3-in-1?”

“Well, actually, I have converted him to actual shampoo, body wash and conditioner.”

“Really.” Rebecca looked impressed. “I thought his hair looked particularly pretty”

Pretty Marc thought She thinks my hair is pretty

Steven grabbed a towel from the closet. “Here, Oh!” He got a second one. “For your hair. We can go to the store tomorrow and get you what you need, alright? After a good night's sleep? And we have a friend who said he’ll be your divorce lawyer-”

Steven

Rebecca’s eyes left Steven and her previously genuine smile changed to something estranged, an attempt at remaining polite. “Thank you Steven, but I don’t need charity. I just need a place to stay while I get on my feet. I have money saved up, and I still have access to Jack’s bank account, and the money I had from my job before he made me quit. And I can easily find a job, there’s always a need for social workers and my license is still active.”

“Oh no! Don’t even worry about that, he will do it pro bono, and we don’t mind buying things while you get on your feet, it’s no problem!” Steven, stop “And don’t even worry about work yet, we need to get you to a doctor first, get through the divorce so you don’t have to deal with him-” Steven, she doesn’t-

Her voice was strained in a distressed smile as she interrupted him. “Steven, that’s very sweet of you, but I can handle it, okay? Thank you for your hospitality, I do appreciate it.” Her eyes pleaded with him to stop. Leave it, please.

Steven nodded, nervously ringing his hands. “Okay, yeah, absolutely, whatever you need” Steven saw her wince. “Or don’t need!”

Rebecca gave him a soft smile, then headed to the shower, carrying her towels. When the door closed, Marc took the body again

What was that? Did I do something wrong?

No, no, she’s just… she doesn’t like depending on people. Never has.

But she’s here, she needs help.

It’s a little different with us. We’ve always just been… We’ve always needed each other. And right now she’s embarrassed.

She shouldn’t be, none of that was her fault

I know, I know Steven. But I also know her, and her pride is wounded. We have to let her handle herself, and just be there when she needs us. She’ll tell us what she needs.

Bullocks, this is going to be hard.

I know.

Steven was a caretaker, this went against everything in his nature.

The night was cold, colder than shit, record temps in Chicago. They had been spending way too much on heat lately and he and Rebecca were huddled together, comforters covering their heads to try and stay warm. They had spent nearly a year at this point sleeping in each other’s arms, that wasn’t new or weird. But something about this… was different. Maybe it was how they had spent the last several months playing house, essentially functioning as a couple in every sense except sex and the name. Maybe it was the fact he, completely accidentally, had turned around too fast when they were changing, and he seen her in her underwear. Maybe it was the fact Rebecca didn’t cover up, didn’t yell at him or panic. Maybe it was the fact she smiled at him as he stared like the dumb teenager he was.

Maybe it was the fact her ass was pressed right up against him.

But he felt himself getting heard. And he felt her heart pick up as she noticed.

“I’m sorry” He mumbled, scooting back and starting to remove his arms, face blushing an insanely bright red as he intended to get out of the bed.

She grabbed his arm, gluing him to her. “Stay.” she whispered. Hesitantly, she ground her ass back into him, eliciting a whimper from his mouth.

“Beccs…” With a slow hand, he moved the hand around her stomach up to just under her breasts, unable to cross the line to touch her. After everything, he still couldn’t bring himself to do it. All these years of restraint were hard to break out of.

Her back was to his chest as he spooned her. She took his hand and guided him to her chest; once there, he groped at her, thrilled beyond belief that this was happening. “Marc, I want this.” Becca interlaced her fingers with his. “Do you?”

Marc lightly kissed her neck, taking the opportunity to take in her scent. “I think that’s obvious.” He rutted his thick erection against her.

“I didn’t ask if you were horny, I asked if you want this.” Rebecca sighed out as he dipped his cold hands under the shirt to feel the soft skin of her breast.

She was everything he imagined, living up to every thought he had while touching himself in the shower. “Beccs, what are you talking about?” Everything he knew about women, which wasn’t much, came from his dad, who had taught him to make sure she wanted it, to not pressure her. And here she was checking on him.

“You’d do anything for me, you always -hmmm- you always have” A hand reached around behind her, feeling his ass in the pajama pants. “But I don’t want you to do this just for me, I need to know you want this.” Neither had ever had sex before. Their close friendship had largely kept other potential offers away in high school, and even with their short absence from each other, neither had interest in anyone else.

“I want you” Her hand moved his lower, across her stomach, hearing her breath hitched when he reached between her legs. Marc sucked on her neck, moving his lips up to where he had wanted them for years. “I’ve always wanted you, no one else, only ever you”

“Fuck” she breathed out, nails digging in through the thin material of his pants, into the skin she wanted to touch. It was too cold to fully undress, the frigid walk home still felt in their bones.

His lips were on her cheek. “Can I kiss you?”

Giggling out her reply, she turned her head to meet his. “Sweetheart, your hand in between my legs.”

He still smiled softly at her, adoration shining through, even in the darkness under their blanket. “Can. I. Kiss. You.” He punctuated each word with a kiss on the cheek, fingers beginning to strum on her clit with her guidence, making her buck against him.

Rebecca didn’t beg. Not to her dad, not to teachers, not to anyone, especially not men. But the way she looked at him, desperate and pleading, the words left her lips as she took his hand, bringing him against her entrance. “Marc, please?”

Marc obliged, taking her mouth in his, as his finger entered her.

When she emerged from the shower, she looked more tired than ever.

But something else took his notice. “Rebecca…” She was drying her hair with the towel wrapped around her. He couldn’t even find it in himself to be distracted by her body in the towel; he’d seen her in a lot less. “Your hair is still straight.” He didn’t know much about hair, but he was pretty sure that water made hair curl again.

She looked at him a bit confused for a moment, then it registered. “Oh. Yeah. I got it chemically relaxed”

Marc’s eyes widened a bit before narrowing in confusion. “Why? You loved your hair?”

Rebecca rolled her eyes, going to her bag of clothes “It’s easier to manage this way.”

Marc wasn’t dropping it, eyes following her. “That’s why you always had it short.”

Rebecca threw the clothes on the ground. “Can you drop it Marc? I’m tired. I don’t know if you remember, but my sleep was interrupted last night.” She glared. “I want to go to bed.” After a pause to look at Marc’s sad face, she softened. “Sorry, can I lay down, please?” She grabbed a throw blanket and went to the couch.

“Aht aht aht!” Marc tried to grab the blanket. “You’re my guest, you’re not sleeping on the couch.”

Putting her hands on her hips, her face reset in determination. “This is your home, I’m not taking yours and Steven’s bed while you sleep on the couch.” Despite the exhaustion clear on her face, he knew she wouldn’t budge.

“We could… I mean it’s a queen… we could share. It wouldn't be the first time.” Visions of that night they spent together nearly 20 years ago, and he quickly added “I can afford heating this time, so we can use separate blankets.” Marc tried to avoid cringing. They never talked about it, not after all this time.

She watched him, considering. “Okay. But if I get annoying, you have to kick me out. Steven okay with this?”

That’s fine. You can have the body when we go to sleep so she’s not sleeping next to a stranger

“Yeah, he said he won’t take the body at night, it’ll just be me.”

Rebecca nodded, body visibly relaxing. “Okay. You do what you want, I’m going to lay down. You know I can sleep through anything, so don’t feel like you gotta go to bed or anything.” She climbed into bed, and Marc joined her.

“I’m beat, I think an early night would be nice”

Becca eyed him like she didn’t believe him, but she didn’t have any fight left.

She was warm, so warm against his finger. “Marc, I’ve touched myself before, you don’t have to- ah!” She moaned out as Marc added a second finger. His were thicker than hers, that was for sure. Rebecca could feel him move against her thigh; he liked the sounds she made. “Bring your other arm under me, baby” she coaxed, Marc did as he was told, both arms were now wrapped around her, holding her back to him. His fingers felt incredible, but she needed more, more of him.

“Show me what you need honey, I want to make you feel good.” Marc was not prideful. Rebecca knew Marc had never so much as touched a woman yet, and the fact he didn’t act like he automatically knew everything just endeared him to her even more, if that was even possible.

“Keep your fingers inside, touch me” She whispered.

“Where?”

“Everywhere, Marc. I want to feel you everywhere” And she did. Nothing existed but him, his hands, his mouth, exploring her both over and under he clothes; in turn, she rewarded him with touching his fully erect cock through his pants, giving him all the pretty little sounds he kept chasing. She felt her orgasm approaching, her breath becoming hitched and strained as the little world they had always existed in felt like it was drawing in on itself, pulling each other ever closer.

“Fuck baby” his fingers picked up speed, the wet squelch of her cunt filling the small apartment. “Are you getting tighter? Is that good or bad?”

She nodded, her poofy hair tickling his face. “It’s good, that means I’m close, don’t stop.”

Marc had no intention of stopping, if he could, he would never stop unless she said so.

When Rebecca came, he could hardly see her face, but god, if the sound she made wasn’t the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. Incredible. He wanted to spend the rest of his life coaxing those sounds of her, if she’d let him. He’d learn her body, learn what she liked, learn what made her sound like that.

When he climbed into the bed next to her, he fought the urge to draw her into his arms as they had done so many times before, time and time again when he stumbled back into her life and she welcomed him with open arms. Always open arms. In the years after she graduated college, she often opened the door of her apartment to find Marc. Sometimes he was beaten and bloody, sometimes wet, sometimes starving. When he had nowhere else to go, he had her. They always shared what they had, always. Rebecca would bandage him up, feed him, and he’d stay with her until that itch came back. Sometimes a few days, sometimes a few months. Sometimes he’d see his dad, sometimes he wouldn’t. Never his mom. Although they slept in each other’s arms everytime until she married Jack, they never had sex again. After half an hour, Marc turned over to look at her, surprised to find her staring at the ceiling, tears falling down to the pillow.

“Hey, hey sweetheart, what-” He almost finished that sentence.

She snorted out a small laugh. “Oh god, you were not about to ask what’s wrong, were you? After the day we had?” But she smiled at him, knowing he meant well.

Brushing a bit of hair that seemed to uncharacteristically her away from her face, Marc returned the smile. “Force of habit. Anything you want to talk about?” Marc took her hand. If she didn’t want him to touch her, she knew she could pull away. She didn’t.

“It’s stupid.” She sniffled.

“Rivkah” Marc kissed the side of her head, her straight hair unfamiliarly smooth on his lips. “You’ve been through hell, whatever it is, it isn’t stupid.”

She sighed. “I keep thinking about the pregnancy. It hur-” Her voice cracked, and she cleared her throat before starting again. “It hurts, which doesn’t make sense, I don’t even know if I was going to keep it. I don’t have any right to be upset about the miscairrage when I might have had an abortion.”

Marc waited for a moment, making sure she was done before talking. “You always have a right to feel what you feel, Beccs. Even if you had an abortion, you’d have a right to mourn that. You always wanted kids, you just didn’t want one under these circumstances.” He played with her hair with the hand that wasn’t holding hers. “If you’d like, I can talk to my dad and see if he knows any Jewish rituals or traditions for miscaraige? I don’t have to tell him it’s you, unless you want him to pray for you or-”

She turned to face him. “Since when do you talk to your dad?”

“Rosh Hashanah, actually. Remember when you called?” Marc waited until she nodded. “I ended up uh… well I actually came to Chicago. Made it for the last night. Met him at a synagogue”

Rebecca propped herself up on her right arm. “You went to services? With your dad?” A small smile was growing on her face.

Marc nodded. “Yeah, we even got dinner after… we talked about things, just a bit.”

Eyed widening, Rebecca tried not to react too heavily. “Oh?”

“Yeah” He laughed out. “It wasn’t much but he… he said sorry. And I forgave him.”

“Marc…” She squeezed his hand. “I’m so proud of you.” Rebecca let go of his hand, to his disappointment, but that disappointment was subdued when she cupped his face to his kiss forehead. She laid back down on the pillow, and Marc did the same; faces so close, he could kiss her. “If you could talk to him, I’d appreciate that, and I’d love for him to pray for me. Thank you.”

“Do you need anything to help get to sleep? I don’t have any melatonin, I have benadryl that might help?”

Her face showed hesitation, as she weighed her answer. “Marc, I know it’s been like, 5 years, other than last night, which was a special circumstance…”

He knew what she was asking. “Always, Beccs.”

Rebecca grinned at him, planting three kisses in quick succession: forehead, nose, lips. It was so fast he didn’t process what happened until she was wrapped up again in his arms. This was right. This was what should’ve been. What could’ve been if Marc didn’t allow himself to get in the way, how it would’ve been if Marc hadn’t spent his youth as a rolling stone, a rambling man. She wouldn’t have bruised ribs he had to be careful around and her face wouldn’t be red and raw.

“We can stop, Beccs, if you want” Marc assured her, his fingers drenched in her, rubbing his slicked up hand along her thigh, under her sweatpants.

“I don’t want to stop” She turned back to kiss him, gently biting his lip. “Do you?”

Marc returned the kiss, feeling bold enough to quickly suck on her tongue, rewarding him with a moan from her mouth. “No way”

Despite this, Marc didn’t make a move to undress her, he continued rubbing her thigh, kissing her and caressing her body. Rebecca knew he was nervous; worried he’d hurt her, worried, he’d do the wrong thing. He wanted to take care of her the way he always had. She rolled over to face him, happy to see his handsome, youthful face. “Can I help you baby?”

Marc looked at her with awe and wonder, only capable of nodding. He watched as she reached back down her pants, touched herself for a moment as her free hand pulled his length from his own restraint. When her hand withdrew from between her legs, Rebecca’s come coating her hand and fingers, she wrapped that hand around his cock, a gasping Marc having to stop himself from coming right there. “Fuck, f-fuck baby”

Rebecca kissed under his jaw. “See how wet you make me?” Instead of an answer, a loud whine escaped him. He was completely at her mercy, he would do anything she asked, forever and always. She shuffled down her pants just far enough to allow him access, lining Marc up at her entrance. She lifted a leg up over his hip, giving his access. “Marc, honey, you’re shaking… are you okay?”

He nodded vigorously. “I just… I never thought I’d be this close with you.”

“Can I pull down the blanket? I wanna see your face.”

Marc nodded again. The air outside their little world was brisk and cold, but the light allowed them to see each other clearly. She didn’t want to miss a minute of this. She ran her fingers through his hair, reveling in the thick curls. “Can I ride you, baby? Would that be alright?”

Marc wondered if he was dead. She wanted to ride him? Not only did she want him, but she wanted to take care of him. “Please?” He pathetically whimpered out, all his bravado was gone. He existed completely and wholly for her.

Rebecca shucked off her pants, laying Marc on his back as she straddled him. He was so beautiful, the light of the moon bathing him, illuminating his features; he looked like he was born under it, belonged to it, was destined for it. Rebecca continued kissing him, every moonlit feature she could find. “Are you sure honey?” When Marc again begged for her, she lowered herself onto him.

A choked sob escaped Marc’s pretty little mouth as he felt her swallow him, wet and smooth and soft. He opened his eyes to see her wincing. Marc reached up to touch her face. “You alright, Beccs? I don’t want to hurt you”

When she looked down at him, she was smiling, adoration lighting her eyes, love for the man under her. “Oh sweetheart, I’m perfect.” When she sank down, feeling him buried fully in her sheath, they moaned in unison. Marc was her first, but she was no stranger to penetration and began to move on him quickly. They remained chest to chest, two layers of all-too thick clothing separating them. Their mouth’s never left each other, their hands exploring their bodies that seemed so new, yet so familiar. They knew each other, seen each other in swimsuits and underwear, bodies familiar and comfortable to their touch. Years of close friendship, codependency, and blurred lines of friendship and attraction, all came together. There was no doubt in either of their minds in this moment. It was love. Maybe it was always love, that something beautiful bloomed the moment he opened his door to find her with that terrible food. They were interconnected by their souls for the better half of their lives, it was only fitting they were connected by their bodies.

Rebecca had always believed that virginity was a silly thing to get hung up on, but she wouldn’t have had this any other way. There was no one she trusted more, no one she loved more than Marc Elias Spector. There was no one she would rather this be with. He was perfectly deep inside her, hitting that perfect spot. He was perfect. He was everything. She knew Marc was not done wandering, that when the lease was up and he knew she would be safe and warm, he would leave. There wasn’t any idea in her head that this meant they were together, that this was forever. No, that wasn’t who Marc Spector was. He had miles to before he sleeps, and miles to go before he sleeps… but this, this would always be them. One of several firsts they would only have with each other.

Marc gazed up at her, unbelieving that she had graced him like this, giving herself to him, trusting him… He couldn’t picture a better moment. Marc was so entranced, so enamored by the look of her, the feeling of her lips lavaciously kissing him as her wet cunt took him, he fooled himself into thinking this was forever, they were forever. He would never leave, he could never leave her, not after this. Not as long as she’d have him. Rebecca was everything, forever. Everything. His hands roamed her, claiming her, mine, mine, mine. He would never let anyone touch her if she gave herself to him. If she wanted, their bodies would be entwined like this the rest of their lives. Two beings, completely united as one. He would give up traveling, living in this god forsaken city, for her.

“Beccs, honey, I’m not gonna last.” His hips involuntarily bucked up to meet her.

“It’s okay baby.” Rebecca kissed him gently, lightly tugging on his hair. “I don’t want you too, come when you’re ready.”

Marc grabbed her hips, his touch still soft, he moved her along him.

This shot a spark through Rebecca, bringing her closer. “Fuck, just like that baby, take what you need, fucking take it.”

“Want you to come again, Becca. Tell me what you need, please, I’ll do whatever you need.”

“Just keep doing that, Marc” Rebecca slipped a hand between their bodies, touching herself. She spread her fingers along her lips, feeling him enter her and the wetness between them. She massaged her clit with her left hand, her right hand on Marc’s face.

“Fuck, say my name again, please” He begged.

“Marc” A kiss on the side of his head. “Marc” otherside. “Marc” Neck. “Marc” His lips. She chanted his name into his mouth as she kissed him, until it melded into a moan, swallowing the sounds of the orgasm her tightening cunt drew from him. Years latter, both would reflect on this, the stupidity of two teenagers having unprotected sex and coming inside. Neither had been taught about female birth control or plan B, and barely knew what a condom was. But right then, it felt right, they felt like the entire universe existed only in that moment, in that tiny, shitty studio, and between their two bodies.

Rebecca turned her back to him, and Marc wrapped his arm around her the way he had done for 2 decades, the way he had last night while she cried herself to sleep. She settled right in, sighing in contentment. This is how it should have always been.

Right before he fell asleep, finally able to relax, knowing she was safe, he heard her.

“Marc… Do you ever think about that night?”

“All the time, Beccs. All the time.”

When he was sure she was asleep, Marc closed his eyes. It wasn’t often he prayed, but this was a special occasion. She was safe. She was here, with him, safe. With a soft whisper, he said the words he remembered his dad praying after the safe return from a travel.

“Baruch ata Adonai, Eloheinu melech ha-olam, ha-gomel t’chayavim tovim she-g’malani kol tuv.”

(Blessed are You, Lord our God, ruler of the world, who rewards the undeserving with goodness, and who has rewarded me with goodness.)

Rebecca was his goodness, she always had been, and he was so blessed.

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alitgblog · 21 days

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part 2 of my thoughts this volume but it's just me trying to fix the ending

okay so how I wanted this volume to go was that the challenge happens, sure we keep that but maybe more flirting from Logan because like I said, he needed to put more pressure. Even if he ends up being a completely hated LI, at least give him a personality. Then we do a map thing and get final chats from everyone.

This is Oakley and Emel's chance to give their nosy thoughts on who MC should end up with (I think it could be cute if they're arguing like "no MC should pick Claudia" and "no MC belongs with Jin!" or whatever it is).

Maybe finally chat with Hazel straight up about Hari and his feelings and then he comes in to pull MC away and they talk more and MC finally gives him closure and he starts focusing on Hazel or ends it with Hazel depending on if MC is honest with her current partner too (I'm thinking like the chat MC and Jake have where he asks her to end it with Levi/Mason and then he'll end it with Cherry).

Theo chat should be dependent on if you're on his route because I think he's be a good friend but if you're on his route then whatever he said in his gem scene I guess (I didn't pay for that one obviously lol). I also think it'd be fun if MC is on a wlw route that we'd need a mlm couple to make up the difference and I think it should be Theo and Logan. No reason why but I think if Logan was there long enough, he and Theo could have banter and he gets on Theo's nerve a little and it takes until this recoupling for Theo to realize he's kind of into it.

Claudia FINALLY admitting it's not working with Theo and she needs to stop and if you don't pick her, then she needs to suggest that she likes Bea too

Same for Bea but with Liam interrupting and her having another reason to regret her decision. And I guess just as an in case you don't pick her or if you pick Claudia and Bea needs to end up with someone, then maybe set up that she is at least attracted to Logan

Might as well start to make amends with Sienna (if you want) or just make fun of her more too.

And idk I guess you should probably talk to OG boy and CA boy too about where they stand with Sienna and MC. And probably want some cute stuff too.

Then episode 3 of the volume we have the recoupling. MC chooses first, and like I said, I think at this point we should have certain routes closed... i.e., remove Hari as an option depending on your chat previously and similar for Theo. I can see everyone else still being an option though regardless of what you told them during their final chats. And we can do it the way that the game does it which is all straight routes because it's difficult to figure out how to get Bea and Claudia to end up together or....

(unfortunately couldn't figure out a gay Theo or Logan route if they don't have each other to couple with. Like it could be Casa boy with either Theo/Logan but it just didn't feel right to me idk. Also yes I had Liam survive if you're on a Hari route because I just didn't like Hazel with Casa boy)

And I guess this isn't necessary. Like it works with the straight route I just wanted Bea and Claudia together and this is how I propose it works.

And then you get the ask to be official scene and hideaway scene and that's IT.

So NEXT VOLUME is not the finale. I think we need a break and it should be fun. And Sienna is friendly now to MC because we don't need her to be so mean all the time, but probably having some trouble in paradise with her partner regardless. Everyone else is fine. Even Liam if you're on that route I proposed because I assume at this point, with how some routes merge. But the dream is he'd be annoying still and for some reason Hazel is into it (though I understand that's difficult to code).

Starts with breakfast. Your LI makes you breakfast. It's cute. You talk about the future outside of the villa. Maybe some cute friend scenes as we start to get towards the end.

Then in middle of that first episode is hearing babies because yes baby challenge time for the rest of the day. Or it could be something else but I think baby challenge is a fan favorite. Anyway, hijinks, and we also get to see all the characters' parenting styles slash them avoiding responsibility. Maybe a girls spa day in the middle of it and then they come back and hear the results of the challenge. Then it's a congrats to everyone, as a prize they get a party before their last day (then the cliffhanger between episodes 2 and 3 is them all realizing it's their last night together).

Party and just more cute chats about the future and everything. Maybe one last party game between islanders. And NOW they get the text that some couples need to get dumped. If we want the same numbers as what happened in the most recent actual volume, then bottom two couples get voted out and we don't have to have two separate trips to the firepit. So it's goodbye to Sienna and her partner. And I personally think Oakley/Emel (i.e. the OG couple that's still around) should stay to be a good second or third place. And by this point, the final recoupling has already happened so we can dump any couple at this point.

My idea is that the public voted the bottom couples as Sienna/her partner, Hazel/her partner, and Oakley/Emel. The lowest voted couple gets dumped (Sienna/her partner). Then because MC and her partner won the baby challenge, they have to choose the next couple to dump. And if fusebox wants to do another cliffhanger, I'd put it here.

Then next volume you choose who to dump between Hazel/her parnter and the OG couple. Then it's goodbyes to everyone, then time to go to bed and you can choose do bits with your partner or whatever it is. Morning everyone's excited and they all get a text about the finale.

Again, with the way fusebox has been shoehorning every challenge imaginable into every volume, this could be something they add but I don't think it's necessary if the dialogue between characters is interesting enough. But I guess they could also do the family call thing in the morning.

Then in the second episode/afternoon part, it's like getting ready for the love island prom where you chat with everyone and pick dresses and write speeches.

Then third episode of course, declaration of love speeches, dancing, and announcing the winner plus the recap.

And then I think maybe they'll do an aftermath volume after the finale but I really want a full season reunion with these characters lol

#litg s8 #rambling #this is just me trying to save my favorite couples/characters lol

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gaiathemexicanbeauty · 2 years

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1 AM | peter parker x male!reader

are we surprised, its more marvel (i promise that’s not all i write)

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"Mind if I come over?" "Peter Benjamin Parker, are you aware that it is currently 12:30 and its pitch black out?" Actually, (Y/M/N) was being dramatic. The night sky of New York City was very aesthetically pleasing with light coming from the buildings surrounding his apartment complex and the white speckles with a hint of moonlight. But the light shining through his apartment's window wasn't something he wanted to wake up to after the one and only Peter Parker. If you even considered pressing on his contact number after 10:00, you were asking for a death wish. "Yes, I am. But I'm in need of advice from my favorite person in the world, my shnookums, my baby-" "Ok, Ok, just get over here." (Y/M/N) hears Peter feign a girly giggle before hanging up. He collapses on his bed, closing his eyes and giving a quiet sigh. There was no point in getting comfortable when only his first gay crush in the world was going to be in his room. Just like all the time. He settles on his side, turning on his bedside lamp and putting on his glasses before running a hand through his hair. He starts to scroll through his social media, posting teasing rants about Peter keeping him up.

(Y/M/N) moves to his window by the fire escape. Peter slips in swiftly and throws a backpack on (Y/M/N)'s bed. "Make yourself at home, asshole." he says as the brunette exhales heavily and collapses onto (Y/M/N)’s bed. "Ok, ok. I'm sorry I woke you up at midnight, I'll buy you lunch or something during school today so you aren't grumpy." Peter sighs. "Thank you." (Y/M/N) says with a smug smile. He notices a small tint of pink on Peter's cheeks and shakes his head at the train of thought he was having; that wasn't it, that was just the lighting of his lamp and the city lights outside. "Whatever. Can I change in your closet this time?" Peter says, taking off his mask. (Y/M/N) was taken aback only the slightest. If he remembered correctly, Peter would instantly strip once the window and shades were closed. "Sure, but what's up? Heroes shouldn't be so embarrassed of little things like changing in front of their best friend." he says with a smirk, hiding any evidence of hesitance. "I-I know, but I just want to change without you being a Peeping Tom." Peter pouts as he steps into (Y/M/N)'s closet with his backpack. He waits in silence, the only sound being rustling clothes in his closet. He tries to distract himself with the view of the dim lights just outside his window. He then checks his clock. 12:39.

The rustling stops and Peter steps out in plaid pajama pants and a plain white t-shirt. "So what do you need to talk about that is so urgent?" (Y/M/N) says, hugging his knees. He holds in the urge to laugh or smile when Peter starts to squirm slightly and his ears flush red. "Y-You remember when you came out to me, right? About being…gay?" he starts, saying the last part as if it was a foreign word to him. (Y/M/N) smiles, surprised that Peter was so hesitant about the topic. "Yeah, of course." "How’d you do it again?" Peter grins, giving (Y/M/N) a look that says he remembers but he wants to hear him tell the story. (Y/M/N) groans softly at the memory of the awkward moment but smiles widely. “My pleasure."

"I'm gay!" "What?!" (Y/M/N) stares down at his lap before shutting off the car's stereo that was currently blasting Queen. He had been picking Peter up from his after-school clubs after the brunette had finally gotten tired of taking the long, hot bus ride home. Peter had just gotten in the car and had immediately taken charge of the radio as he usually did. "Hey-!" "I said I'm gay!" Peter goes still and looks at (Y/M/N). They sit in silence, the humming of the heating system breaking the silence only slightly. "R-Really?" "Yeah, I-I've known for a while now. I-I just didn't know how to tell you." Quiet. "Well..." Peter starts, clearing his throat. (Y/M/N) can already picture it: Peter hanging out with him less and less, Peter letting the more ignorant crowds of the student body beat on him with their terrible words when they found out one by one- "I'm glad you trust me enough to tell me. It doesn’t change how I see you and it never will. I love you, (Y/M/N).” (Y/M/N) looks up and meets Peter's eyes: there’s a genuine tenderness in his eyes that he had never seen from anyone but his own family. Nothing like he'd imagined. (Y/M/N) smiles and feels tears sliding down his cheeks, trying to wipe them away as they come. "Aaahh, come on, don't cry. Come on, right here." Peter says stretching out his arms. (Y/M/N) gives a sad sort of laugh as he hugs the brunette sitting next to him, tight and warm. He felt safe and so so warm, ready to give him his whole world. If only Peter would actually do it.

“God, that was SO embarrassing. I couldn’t have chosen a worse time to tell you that. Next time you think I’m gonna say something out of the blue like that, slap me.” (Y/M/N) says with a slight flush of embarrassment on his cheeks before Peter lands a gentle smack on (Y/M/N)’s cheek. The two of them erupt into a fit of laughter, (Y/M/N) giving Peter a light shove with a “you suck”. (Y/M/N)'s eyes drift to his clock. 12:50. "So...god, this is embarrassing, I, um..." (Y/M/N) waits patiently, watching Peter squirm nervously. "If you're going to confess your undying love for me, just kiss me, you fool!" he says dramatically, flopping himself onto Peter. "Shut up and get off me! This is serious!" he replies with a stupid grin on his face. "Then get it over with!" (Y/M/N) says and sits on the side of his bed. Peter takes a beat before turning to look at the boy next to him. "H-How did you know you were gay...?" (Y/M/N) goes still at the question. He was ready to say "I just knew." but that wasn’t the whole truth. He tried to think of an answer, trying not to keep Peter waiting too long. "This is gonna sound weird, but you know how you feel when you get a rush? Like when you're doing something bad and you're free to do it, no consequences at all?" "Kinda, I guess." "That's sort of the feeling you get when you know you're gay." (Y/M/N) says, shrugging. "At least, that's how I felt." Peter nods as he takes in all the information. It's quiet for a bit.

"What if....what if I kind of get that feeling all the time?" "Welcome to the club." (Y/M/N) laughs as Peter punches his arm playfully. "But seriously, if that's how you feel, just tell me." he says smiling at Peter. The brunette looks at (Y/M/N) with a look of determination but immediately looks away when he catches him trying to hide his dorky grin and fails miserably. "I'm gay." (Y/M/N) imitates a party kazoo causing Peter to burst out laughing. His cheeks are red in embarrassment as (Y/M/N) starts singing 'We Are The Champions' way off-key. "Alright, enough. I have a really important question to ask you-" "I WILL marry you, Peter Parker!" “OH MY GOD, SHUT UP!" Peter shouts, hitting (Y/M/N) with a pillow. The two imitate girly giggles as they hit each other with pillows like they were in some cheesy teen movie. After the two of them finish goofing off, Peter goes silent. "Ok, now that we're strong gay men again, tell me what else you need before I go back to sleep." (Y/M/N) says, tilting his head slightly. Peter doesn't look at him before pointing at (Y/M/N)'s bedside lamp. "T-Turn it o-off."

(Y/M/N) takes a bit before hesitantly flipping the switch to turn off his lamp. They're enveloped in darkness, city lights shining dimly on their faces. He tries to stay casual when Peter sits closer, arms touching. "S-So whats up?" (Y/M/N) says, mentally slapping himself for stuttering even the slightest. "I want you to kiss me." It's silent for one more time that night. "I-I've only ever kissed a girl before. I-I want to know what it’s like t-to kiss a boy." Peter says in almost a whisper. Silence again. (Y/M/N) analyzes everything in his head. Him? Kiss THE Peter Parker who also happened to be THE Spider-Man? For the first time that night, Peter looks at the clock. 12:55. "Let's do it." Peter blushes as he looks at (Y/M/N) who is somewhat blushing himself. "Ok..." “But first, you have to get closer." A small squeak leaves Peter's mouth as (Y/M/N) swiftly places Peter in his lap. They both feel each other's breath on their skin, only a few inches away from each other. "If you wanna stop at any point, just pat my shoulder." (Y/M/N) whispers, seeing Peter's red ears and he can’t help the smile on his face when the brunette scrunches his nose. "Oh my God, don’t say it like that, you're making it sound like we're going to bang." How could he act so normal when he was seconds away from kissing his best friend?

"Just kiss me and-" (Y/M/N)'s lips cut him off, making Peter give a small, muffled grunt. They're lips surprisingly move in sync even if this was new ground for Peter. He tries to control himself, already feeling that rush he felt when he just looked at (Y/M/N). The feeling that deep down, he knew that he'd always wanted to do this with him. Peter is about to go a little farther when (Y/M/N) pulls away, exhaling heavily. Peter pants softly, his mind fuzzy. He sees the clock: 12:59. "So? Good enough?" Peter looks at (Y/M/N), his wet lips slightly swollen from the kiss. His heart thumps as he slowly peels off his top and softly throws it aside. (Y/M/N) marvels over Peter's body, his skin, everything that wasn't covered by clothing. "I don't want to sleep. I just want to do that." (Y/M/N) feels his cheeks go hot. It wasn't sex but it was something kinda better. "Whatever you want." (Y/M/N) glances at the clock for one quick second before Peter kisses him again, his fingers already traveling up his shirt. 1:00 a.m.

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