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wndaswife · 1 year

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plant roses at your feet | gerri fields & fem!reader

The week-long trip to visit your best friend goes awry when it seems that Gerri’s changed since she moved away for school.

Word count: 9028

Tags: angst, fluff, jealousy, depictions of a panic attack, implications of internalized homophobia, unrequited love for a second, cheesy love confession

Carrying your luggage behind you, you stepped off of the train and quickly read over Gerri’s texts. As per her instructions, you should be stepping off from Platform Five before turning left, taking an escalator, then going through the station until you reached Gate Three.

You’d been so excited to see her that you had even searched up pictures of the station, meticulously planning out what it would feel like to finally be meeting up with your best friend after parting from each other at the end of the summer. Though you were still worried about getting lost, you followed the instructions Gerri messaged you and finally made it to the front of the station.

In the middle of typing a text to her letting her know you were waiting at the front parking lot, you heard someone call out to you from the far left and you turned to see Gerri waving at you.

It had only been a few months since you last saw each other, but Gerri looked different. Her hair, that was now a few inches longer than you could last remember, was styled differently, and in a subtle way, the way she did her makeup seemed different too.

But she looked so pretty.

Gerri always looked so pretty.

You embraced each other and she uttered into your shoulder, ��I’ve missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” you replied, feeling a warm comfort settle within you at the feeling of being with your best friend again.

Her hair smelled like mangoes, so you supposed she was still using the same kind of shampoo. That made you happy, in a way.

She pulled away from you and took your backpack from your shoulder. She carried it for you while you wheeled your small travel luggage behind you. “There’s a ton I wanna catch you up on, but David’s friend is waiting in the car for us and I don’t wanna keep him waiting,” she told you and you walked beside her and into the parking lot.

“David? Like, the same guy from summer?”

Gerri looked over at you with a grin that made her look proud of herself. “Yeah,” she answered. “I forgot to tell you, but one of my roommates knows someone who’s rooming with a guy that’s close friends with David, so I saw him at some frat party. He’s visiting the US and he’s been staying with Sam — the guy who drove me here.”

You felt a bit lightheaded trying to catch up with the sudden dump of details of all these people Gerri knew, and as if mind wasn’t already struggling to keep up, she added, “When we get back, I’ll introduce you to everyone.”

Trying not to sound too confused and consequently bitter, you asked, “Everyone…?”

The both of you reached the car and Gerri helped you tuck your things away in the trunk while she answered, “There are a few people back at my place right now, but they’re just friends of mine and Zoey.”

You’ve heard of Zoey before. She was Gerri’s roommate. But the last you heard about her, Gerri had been having issues with rooming with her. You supposed they got along now, but you weren’t sure when that started happening.

“You’ll like them,” she reassured, squeezing your upper arm supportively then getting into the passenger’s seat after your luggage was tucked away in the trunk.

You watched as she buckled her seatbelt and turned her head to start a conversation you couldn’t hear with Sam, and for a moment you wondered if it would’ve been better for you to stay somewhere else. But when Gerri looked at you through the side mirror and gestured for you to get into the car, you smiled and felt encouraged.

Though you certainly weren’t in the mood for socialising and all you’d really wanted to do was spend the day alone with Gerri at her place watching movies and getting takeout like you always would, the way she turned around and asked you if you wanted to stop for anything made you think that it wouldn’t be… that bad.

As long as you were with her.

Sam carried your things up and Gerri told you a bit about her friends as you trailed behind. She told you what she thought of them and whether or not she thought you’d like them. There were a few of them you were almost excited to meet — Winona and Caroline — but you still checked the time on your phone before the door to her dorm was unlocked as you tried to estimate what time it would be that everyone would go home.

It was three in the afternoon and they must’ve gotten there a few hours prior to when you arrived at the station, so it couldn’t be more than four or five hours until they left if they wanted to stay for dinner.

You were wrong about that.

Or just disillusioned to begin with.

Gerri’s idea of ‘a few people’ meant enough people that the entire living room was stuffy with a crowd of people, all of them friends or at least friends of mutual friends, where the balcony was polluted with cigarette and joint smoke and the kitchen and dining room was littered with students that were afternoon-drinking.

Everywhere you turned there were conversations and commentary on things like consumerism and classic literature and film that you realised people thought were the pinnacle of what it meant to be an artistic and well-spoken individual interacting with other artistic and well-spoken individuals.

And Gerri… Where was Gerri?

It was nearly nine now and you’d only seen her a few times since you entered through the door together with Sam. You got by without her by taking frequent trips to the washroom, unpacking your things as slowly as you could, and even taking a walk around the neighbourhood during which you stopped for a pack of beer at a convenience store so you had an excuse for if anyone noticed your absence.

No one did, but it got you a few good first impressions when you set it down on the kitchen counter.

Caroline ended up being sort of annoying, and you were glad when Winona came around for it was right after Caroline said something vaguely elitist that you would have struggled to say something useful in response to had it not been for Winona coming around with a can of Smirnoff Ice for you, asking if you were Gerri’s friend.

She was nice and you did enjoy her company for a while until you finished your drink and kept seeing brief glances of Gerri before she quickly disappeared beyond the crowd of people each time.

Standing in the open kitchen and having watched Gerri pass you countless times without seeming to be looking for you, you suddenly felt a bit down and even kind of tired.

It was ten in the evening by the time you told Winona you needed to talk to Gerri, and you bid a goodbye to perhaps the only person you enjoyed talking with that entire day after exchanging numbers with each other.

Feeling pretty tipsy and rather sleepy, you slid your way through the crowd of people and finally made your way to Gerri’s side. She was talking with David and Sam and another taller guy that looked sort of nice because he had a crooked tie and a pair of aviator glasses on, but you didn’t pay much mind to anyone but Gerri once you got the closest you’ve been with her since the afternoon.

“I was looking for you!” she said when she turned to you, a red solo cup in her hand. You couldn’t find it in yourself to be upset with her, but maybe you would’ve been annoyed at the very least if you were sober. She introduced you to her friends.

“Nice seeing you again, Y/N,” you heard David greet you.

You weren’t sure if you actually responded to him, but you thought you did. Either way, you told Gerri, “I think I’m just gonna head to bed early, Ger. Sorry. I’m just tired from the train. Is there something I can set up in your room or is there a guest room?”

“Shit, I forgot to set your things up,” she hissed then looked into the hallway where her bedroom was. “There’s, uh, a cot or something in the closet but… Well, it’s fine, you can sleep in my bed. Do you need help unpacking?”

“No, I unpacked earlier. Thanks,” you replied, and that time you knew for sure that you said something to her friends for you waved them goodbye and told them you hoped to see them again, which was completely disingenuous.

Earlier when you unpacked, you looked through Gerri’s things, but seeing her bedroom from your position on her bed made things look different. It was like you could see things from her eyes as you looked around at her desk and her books and her posters, smelling the scent of her hair and a bit of her perfume from her pillows, bringing her blanket up to your shoulders and imagining it was her wrapped around your body.

Then you forgot about Gerri and who she seemed to be earlier — someone completely different, a version of her that you felt distant from. Laying in her bed surrounded by nothing but her in the dark silence of her bedroom, the sounds of the party muffled, you truly felt like you had come home to her like you had wanted when you got off the train.

Before you fell asleep, you saw your phone light up with the notification that Winona requested to follow your Instagram account.

That made you feel pretty good.

Gerri must’ve gone to bed late for you didn’t notice that she got into bed with you until the next morning when you woke up and felt her mess of wavy brown hair stretched out against your bare clavicle and tickling your skin. She was facing you, her hand tucked under her cheek and her other arm draped around her clothed midriff.

She was now wearing an old shirt she’d gotten with you when you went to Venice Beach together one summer, and it made you smile when you realised how worn it had gotten over the years of usage.

Watching her tranquil sleeping expression and listening to the soft inhales and exhales of her sleeping form reminded you of all the times you’d slept over at her place. You’d been friends with Gerri since childhood, but you were mostly thinking of the time you spent together before the school year started.

It felt like things changed last summer, though you couldn’t exactly place a finger on how. Maybe it had been the knowledge that you were going to move away from each other in September, but you just saw Gerri differently.

It was warmer when you were with her and she felt dearer to you. Your heart would beat nearly twice as fast sometimes when she got close enough to you. That summer, things were just lighter and gentler, things smelled sweeter and the time spent with Gerri felt… perfect.

Everything that summer was perfect.

While watching her in the peaceful silence of her bedroom, you felt like things really were as they used to be for the first time since both you and Gerri moved away.

And that made you really, really happy.

Gerri stirred and she rolled onto her back, groaning softly and rubbing her face before stretching her arms upwards. She went limp for a few moments as her arms laid back above her head. Then she rubbed her eyes and opened them as she exhaled softly. She turned to you, meeting your eyes as you were on your side looking at her.

You felt like she was really looking at you now, her undivided attention on you. Ever since you met up with her at the station, it felt like she was always thinking about something else — anything else but you.

“I’m sorry about the party last night,” Gerri said quietly the moment she turned onto her side, bringing her knees up and tucking a hand under her pillow. “I really didn’t expect for there to be so many people. When I left to pick you up, there were only a few friends here.”

Looking at her fresh morning face and her messy brown hair and listening to the soft rasp of her quiet voice made you feel so warm; you were completely willing to forget all about last night.

“I get it,” you replied with a supportive smile. “It’s totally fine. I’m just glad we get to have time to ourselves now.”

Gerri smiled then, and you felt yourself flush at the sight of her.

“Besides, I sorta made a friend,” you added. “Winona and I exchanged numbers last night and she requested to follow my Instagram.”

Her face formed a bit of a dubious expression when you said that. “Really?” she asked. “She, like, never talks. She’s Sam’s cousin but we’ve had probably about two conversations since I first met her in October.”

“I wouldn’t have thought her to be the quiet type,” you said. “She was super nice and talkative with me.”

There was a momentary indiscernible look on her face before she redirected her focus and started talking about something else. “Do you wanna go for lunch?” she proposed after checking the time on her phone and seeing that it was eleven in the afternoon. “There’s a really good all-day breakfast place I know.”

The both of you got dressed together in the same room while talking about Gerri’s classes and how you felt about living alone and without a roommate. She talked about her parents visiting next weekend and how much she missed Poppy, the dog they’d just gotten before she had to leave for school.

Gerri was almost convinced that they bought her as her replacement while she was gone. But she didn’t care all that much; she was a good replacement. She ended up liking the chocolate lab quite a bit in spite of her lack of experience with pets.

You wondered if any of her other friends knew about Poppy and how Gerri initially hated when she licked at her face, and how she eventually warmed up to it to the point that she had the puppy sleeping in her bed nearly every night before she moved out.

There were a lot of things you knew about Gerri that you sort of hoped no one else knew about her. Last night, there was so much about her that you felt so distant from, like a large part of her was unknown to you. You could understand the rationality of it for it’d been a few months since you last saw her, and anyone’s first year would bring about some change.

But there were parts of Gerri you just wanted to yourself — parts of her that were genuinely, sincerely her.

A thought that made your chest tighten ran through your mind: What if who Gerri was had changed?

What if there were parts of her you couldn’t get to know the way you used to know her? What if things could never be like how they used to?

The train of thought followed you all throughout the walk to the restaurant, but was discarded and momentarily forgotten when you and Gerri were seated at the all-day breakfast place she recommended.

For a little while as you went through the menu together, discussing what to order and bringing up shared memories that the both of you were reminded of the further your conversation progressed, things suddenly just felt so… natural and perfect.

Gerri laughed at something you said and you lifted your eyes from the menu in front of you to watch how a wide smile spread across her pretty lightly-freckled face still fresh of makeup. Her lively laugh relaxed into a soft fit of giggles and she met your eyes, which for an inexplicable reason made you flush and look back down to your menu.

After months of not seeing their best friend, anyone would’ve felt as eager as you to finally spend time with them. Maybe it was precisely because of the time you’d spent away from her that made things feel so different, but sitting across from Gerri, immersing yourself in the feeling of being the only person who had her attention, you felt that something had changed.

It wasn’t that things were in any way extraordinarily different, though you were sure at least some things had changed since the summer, but instead it was that something had changed within you. And it felt profound, in a way, and you wished to understand where the feeling had come from and what it meant, but before you could, someone approached the table and took Gerri’s focus away from you.

You didn’t pay much attention once Gerri exclaimed excitedly at the sight of the girl standing by your table, and instead you redirected your attention to your phone. You accepted Winona’s request from last night and followed her back, distractedly looking through her posts as you listened in on Gerri’s conversation.

If you weren’t looking right at her while she was speaking, it was almost hard to tell that it was Gerri talking. She sounded different — the rises and falls in her tone, the vocabulary she used, the inside jokes she referenced that you didn't understand, and the people she talked about that you didn’t know.

A part of you tried to tell you how delusional and obsessive you were being, and that maybe you just felt insecure about not being as much a part of Gerri’s life as you used to. But even so, you couldn’t stop the angry bitter pit that formed in your stomach, sticking to your insides like hot tar the longer you listened to their conversation.

At one point or another, you had subtly reminded Gerri that you only had a week with her; there were only three days left in your stay, and the past two days were filled with what you could only describe as being forgotten about.

You understood that Gerri was still a full-time student with things to do and that she wasn’t going to drop everything just because you were visiting — although some selfish part of you did entertain the idea for a few minutes when you were on the train fantasising about your trip.

But the last two days, Gerri had sometimes left for classes while you were sleeping, leaving you alone to wake up to her roommate as your only company, or a completely empty place without so much as letting you know where she was or when she’d be back. She’d stay out for a few hours past the last of her classes to go out with her friends, leaving you back at her place like you were her pet.

There was one occasion that got you particularly upset when Gerri had left in the afternoon only for you to find that she had gone out to meet her friends at a cafe. It had only been for an hour or two but you felt disrespected and abandoned all the same.

The only thing that had brought you any form of comfort since your first night here was the returning feeling of having slept in Gerri’s bed that one night, the stillness and permanence of her in her books and blankets and posters, a side of her that you at the time had felt no one knew.

During your lonely hours away from her spending most of your time in her bedroom, you became curious at one point when you realised you hadn’t yet seen Gerri’s guitar. She used to practise nearly every day and since you’d arrived, you hadn’t seen her pick it up even once.

You knew she brought it for when you hugged her goodbye the day that she left, she had her guitar carefully stored in the backseat in its protective casing.

One evening you started looking for it and found it tucked away somewhere almost completely obscured in her closet behind her jackets and laying against the back panelling.

It was true that there were some parts of Gerri you wanted all to yourself, and if she hadn’t played in a while let alone ever brought her guitar out, no one but you knew that she played nor that it was a hobby of hers. But seeing it stored away, almost hidden from everything…

It felt different.

It felt horrible.

When she came back that night you felt inexplicably bitter and cold to her, but if she noticed how upset you were she didn’t mention it.

An afternoon came when the two of you finally made plans to go out together on your own. In a few hours, you and Gerri were going to a drive-in theatre a city away. A movie from the film series the both of you used to love when you were younger had come out, and you were mostly seeing it for nostalgia’s sake, but also because you’d be able to spend time together.

Gerri was talking about what she did last night when she came back a bit later than she said she would, detailing her outing with David and Sam.

There were two days left before you had to take the train back to your place, so although you were upset with Gerri, you were determined not to let anything ruin the last little while you had with her, even if that meant biting your tongue when she talked about things you would much rather not listen to and avoiding bringing up what you were upset about.

Trying to change the subject quickly while Gerri stopped talking to chew on a pizza bite, you said, “Winona said she might be in town, so we could hang out.”

She made a face as if what you said was funny and spoke with her mouth partially full, “We? Like, you and me?”

“No — her and I,” you replied. “‘In town’ meaning, like, my town. Where I live.”

Gerri chewed while she stared at you and you couldn’t decipher why it was so bizarre for her that you’d made a friend while you were here. Then she swallowed and lifted another pizza bite to her mouth before asking, “What do you even talk about with her? She’s super boring.”

“She’s not,” you defended, now feeling a bit agitated not because Gerri insulted Winona but because she was acting so oddly and you couldn’t understand why. “How would you know she’s boring if you never talk with her?”

“I don’t talk with her because she’s boring.”

Looking up from your phone, you answered, “Well, maybe she’s boring because she just doesn’t want to talk to you.”

Gerri put her hands up in sarcastic surrender. “Sorry,” she scoffed. “Didn’t know you were so close.”

Thankfully, before any sort of argument started, Zoey came out from her room and mentioned a frat party that was happening, and that the guys were friends with David and wanted to throw him a party before he had to leave for Paris.

You watched Gerri’s expression as Zoey gave her more details, and you watched how her mind seemed practically made up the moment she was told that her group of friends were going.

She didn’t even have to be asked to go before she said, “Yeah, okay, I’ll be there.” When you shifted in your spot, she looked over at you. “Oh, Y/N, you can come too. It'll be fun.”

An afterthought.

That’s all you were to her.

What were you to do anyways if you didn’t go?

“I don’t know anyone going, Ger,” you told her nervously as you fiddled with the rings on your fingers.

“I’ll be there with you the whole time. It’s fine,” she tried to reassure you as the two of you and Zoey took the streetcar down to where the party was a few blocks away. “I’ve been to, like, hundreds of these. Y/N, you’ll like it.”

In spite of everything that had been happening the past few days, Gerri telling you that she’d be there with you for the party brought you… a lot of comfort. It made you feel like she knew how important it was to you that she was there with you, which almost sort of reestablished your relationship with her that you sometimes felt like she forgot about.

Maybe it was the feeling of being caught up in what Gerri told you on the way there, but when you were walking up to the frat house together, you didn’t think twice before telling her, “You look really pretty, Gerri.”

And she did look really pretty; you weren’t just saying it because of how you felt.

Gerri turned her head to look at you and you saw her eyes meet yours, her lips parting after a moment of looking your face over with a sincerity that seemed meaningful to you before Zoey opened the front door, inviting a rupture of noise and cheers onto the porch that stopped Gerri from saying whatever she was going to say.

Sam gave you a quick hello then pulled Gerri into the house at the sight of her and you followed behind her a bit uncomfortably, looking around at the crowds of people that was easily at least more than fifteen times the size of the party that you walked into when you first arrived.

For the first hour and a half of the night, Gerri didn’t even look back at you trailing behind her wherever she went unless you were all doing shots together, most of which she did without you anyways.

It seemed to you that she only paid you any attention when she could remember you were there.

When someone tapped you on the shoulder, you turned to see a familiar strawberry blonde standing behind you with a friendly sober smile. “I’ve been looking for you,” Winona said, and you felt comfortable believing her.

“It’s so chaotic here,” she told you, looking around at the bustling party. Then you realised for the first time that Gerri was telling the truth — she sort of was a bit of an introverted person. She never seemed like it until now.

She looked back over to you. “There’s a small terrace on the roof. Wanna go up?”

“I thought I heard a few guys say they wanted to go for a smoke up there but couldn’t get the terrace door unlocked,” you recalled.

Winona gave you a small sly smile then reached into her jeans’ pocket and subtly flashed you a silver key before quickly sliding it back into her pocket. At the sight of your surprised expression, she said, “The key was hanging from a nail at the top of the doorframe.”

You laughed and she took your hand, pulling through the crowd of people and swiping a few things from the buffet counter in the kitchen before the both of you headed to the highest floor where the terrace door was.

Distracted by Winona, you hadn’t seen the way Gerri followed you with her eyes through the crowd, watching with scorn brewing in her chest the moment she saw your interlaced hands peek from between the crowd of people as you followed Sam’s cousin upstairs.

It was nearly two whole hours that you spent with Winona, and you really couldn’t believe it when you checked the time on your phone by chance when you got a notification.

“Is it really almost eleven now?” she asked, surprised.

The pizza and drinks she brought up were long finished, and the two of you didn’t drink even once. You’d sobered up from the shots earlier, and it felt so nice to finally have a sincere conversation with someone.

Winona was nice. She was creative and sensitive and, for whatever reason, she very obviously held you in high regards.

You enjoyed talking with her and you felt a bit terrible for being what you could only describe as pessimistic, but there was something she was missing that you just felt you needed to have. She was nice for conversations and in every platonic sense, and you could see yourself enjoying her company in your future too.

But there was a figure that formed in your mind each time she flushed at your inadvertent compliments and the nervous way she played with the sleeves of her shirt when she said she couldn’t help but stalk your Instagram a little when you first accepted her request.

A figure that stood out starkly from Winona took shape in your mind. But you couldn’t figure out who it was, only that Winona could never fill it.

So when she leaned forward and tried to kiss you when the two of you stood and went to step down from the terrace so she could go home and study for a midterm that she had in the morning, you turned your head the slightest bit, allowing her lips to just miss yours, but enough for her to get the point.

“I’m sorry,” she quickly apologised. “I’m sorry, I must have misread things…”

You quickly reassured her and reached out for her hand which she nearly pulled away from you before she let you take it. “No, it’s fine. You’re fine,” you said.

“I didn’t make this weird, did I?” she asked. “I mean… It’s not uncomfortable now, is it?”

Your heart was pained when you watched her guilty eyes meet yours. She really was so nice. But… you couldn’t do it.

Not with her.

“No, you didn’t. It’s totally, totally fine,” you told her. “You’re a really cool person, Winona, and I’m so glad to have met you while visiting here. But, I…”

Her eyes searched yours before she said, “But you like someone else.”

You weren’t sure if that was true or not. So you just looked at her in a helpless sort of way. “I don’t know,” you answered. “I’m just sorry, I don’t want to make you feel embarrassed or upset.”

Winona shook her head. “I’m not. I’ll get over it. You’re… really cool too,” she admitted. “I can still visit you, right? And we’re still friends?”

Nodding, you answered confidently, “Yeah. Of course.”

You navigated your way to the back door for Winona to be able to leave quietly. She didn’t live closeby, and was only staying with Sam while she visited for his birthday. So you waited with her while her Uber came so she didn’t have to take public transport. You told her that you’d text her when you were back home, and that you’d plan a weekend together where she could stay at your place.

You felt pretty satisfied for having handled that the way you did, and you were happy that you were still friends with Winona.

Feeling pretty fired up from the interaction and perhaps a bit inspired by Winona’s attempt to kiss you and the overt intimacy that came with it, you decided to talk with Gerri.

You weren’t sure what you would say nor what kinds of feelings you’d be trying to convey to her, only that you had something to say and that you didn’t want to keep pretending that you didn’t.

The feeling was short-lived for when you searched for Gerri and even finding the confidence in yourself to ask around for her, you eventually found yourself peeking in one of the bedrooms on the ground floor and seeing her sitting alone with David, his hand in her pretty brown hair with his lips kissing down her perfumed neck.

Perhaps it would’ve been better to slip out quietly, but your legs had other intentions when they forced you to stumble back against the bedroom door and alert the two of them of your presence.

Something alike to an apology came out of you, but it was more a medley of unintelligible half-spoken words than anything.

David, now feeling a bit uncomfortable as the confrontation-avoidant person he was, stood up from the bed and apologised, but to who and for what reason you could not comprehend.

Gerri watched as he left the room and you heard but did not process what he turned around and told her before he left, but it made her repress a laugh.

Eventually Gerri stood too and when she approached you, you realised you were still standing at the bedroom door, stunned. She ran her hands down her jeans and asked, “Are you surprised?”

“… What?” you managed to say.

“Are you surprised?” she repeated. “I didn’t even know he was into me like that. I mean… No clue.”

You searched her eyes for something and though you weren’t entirely sure what you were looking for, you knew that you weren’t able to find it. She could hardly meet your eyes and you felt that perhaps she truly didn’t care about what you thought of her relationship with David, and you suddenly realised you really had grown distant from Gerri this time.

“Ger, do you wanna play?” David called from the living room where an empty space had been cleared for the beer pong table.

“Yeah, just a second!” she answered and without even turning to you, she moved to leave the bedroom.

Without thinking twice about it, you reached out and wrapped your hand around Gerri’s wrist, tugging her back into the open bedroom. “Don’t you care about what I think?” you suddenly asked her.

Gerri’s eyebrows pushed together as if confused by your outburst. “Okay,” she gave in and tore her arm wrist out of your hand. She massaged it with her fingers then let it fall to her side. “Fine. What do you think about it, Y/N? Go on. Tell me.”

You didn’t appreciate the sarcasm and resentment in her voice but you answered anyways, “You don’t even know David. Not really. Do you… even know his favourite song? His favourite band? Do you know what kinds of movies he hates? You’ve never even been to his house!”

You knew you were grasping at straws; your bubbling anger and upset had burst into a nonsensical dump of emotions and irritability.

“What the fuck are you even talking about?” Gerri asked, leaning forward and drilling her eyes into yours. “No one cares about that shit but you. Like, movies and songs?”

Her words pricked at your skin and you felt on edge. Your face felt hot and your anger only began to pique, but suddenly just looking at Gerri put some kind of silence to it all. And you felt like you were about to cry.

Taking your tongue between your teeth to avoid letting your tears form, you gritted out quietly, “You used to care about that stuff too.”

But your words didn’t reach her, like she hadn’t even heard them at all.

Gerri ran her fingers through her hair and scoffed. Her hands dropped to her sides. “Listen, Y/N… I thought you would’ve been happy about David and I, but-but…” Her hands waved around in front of her wildly as she tried to find her words. “But you’re acting like such a jealous bitch!”

It felt like the floor was about to collapse from underneath you.

“For once, you’re not the one getting the guys and that makes you crazy. Well, guess what? This is the real world, so grow up,” she bit.

You looked away, staring at some spot on the floor people kept stepping over, completely unaware and uncaring of the arguing you and Gerri were having. A part of you wished someone would at least give you a judgemental look so you’d feel for a moment that your entire world wasn’t what was happening right in front of you.

“What’s your problem?” she asked, breaking the silence.

“I came here to see you and spend time with you.”

She threw her arms up, hinting towards the party behind her. “Well, hello? Where do you think we are?”

“Gerri, this isn’t hanging out together; it’s hanging out with all these other people,” you said, then looked around at the crowd. They all seemed so far. Or rather, you just felt like a complete outsider. “I don’t even know who these people are. I came to be with you.”

“So, it’s my fault you’re antisocial as fuck and can’t make friends?”

Afraid that if you spoke any louder then your voice would break and shatter any sort of confidence you made it seem like you had, you met her eyes and whispered, “Fuck you.”

“Y/N, you try and paint yourself as some kind of victim here, but you’re being so fucking clingy and posessive! I’m not the spineless indecisive person I was before. I’m not just going to be your pet,” she retorted, her voice raising.

You’d never seen Gerri so upset before.

Maybe she was right.

“It’s just not going to be the same anymore,” she added with finality, and you could swear that you couldn’t hear your heartbeat in your ears for nearly eight whole seconds.

Had your heart stopped?

People couldn’t function without their heartbeats, could they?

You raised your hand to your chest and massaged your fingertips into your shirt, feeling your heart’s beating beyond your ribcage.

Slowly, your hearing returned and you landed back on the ground, your legs trembling slightly and each and every overwhelming noise from the surrounding party bouncing around the inside of your skull, fracturing your very being from the inside out.

“Are you in love with me or something?” Gerri inquired mockingly. “You’re being so fucking obsessive and weird.”

You were silent as her words sunk in, and soon all you could do was internalise her accusations, her bitter words that told you nothing but that you had been the odd one all along. You had come expecting something that you wouldn’t have ever gotten, all because you couldn’t understand the months you’d spent away from Gerri really did change things.

Were you so dim-witted and excessive that it took being yelled at, pushing Gerri until she was at her wit’s end, to finally understand?

To finally understand that things… weren’t going to be the same anymore.

“What?” Gerri urged you for a response.

There must’ve been some kind of expression on your face, a concerning one, for Gerri’s face untensed a little as she looked at you. She said your name.

You watched the way her lips moved around each syllable but you couldn’t hear it. But you wished you could, because you weren’t sure of the next time you’d ever hear her say it again.

Whatever functioning part of your brain forced your body to work on autopilot you hurriedly gathered your thoughts together to internally thank, because before you knew it you were rounding Gerri and pushing through the mess of people that you just couldn’t seem to get away from.

Gerri’s voice called out from behind you and you thought she was calling your name again, over and over, maybe even trailing behind you as she made an attempt to follow you out to wherever you were going.

But you weren’t sure where you were going.

All that you knew was that you needed to leave.

The calling of your name meshed with the sounds of blasting music and shrill laughter and incessant chatter allowed you to forget for just a moment what your name was.

What did it sound like in Gerri’s mouth? What did she look like saying it?

Pushing through the crowd, bodies brushing up against yours and nearly asphyxiating you should it not have been for the way you forcefully pushed them out of the way, you almost forgot you had your own — a body — and your mind moved to think about what it felt like to have Gerri touch yours, what it felt like to feel her shoulder brush against yours all those times you slept in the same bed as her like that first night at her place.

It became especially hard to breathe and you feared what would happen if you collapsed just inches from the door, but your hand reached the doorknob just in time and you stepped out onto the porch.

The cold air burned your lungs when you inhaled but it dried your cheeks, and you regained feeling in your body only for you to realise that everything hurt.

Your chest was tight and your throat was sore, your lungs felt like they were constricting and your limbs felt like they might detach from their sockets at any second. And that fucking thrumming against your ribcage made you want to rip your heart out of your chest.

As if clawing your way through to your beating heart, you scratched at your chest through your shirt and felt with the tips of your fingers the pendant of a necklace Gerri gave you three summers ago that you couldn’t remember why you wore out tonight.

Pulling your shirt down just enough to reach it, you wrapped your fingers around the thin silver chain and tugged it down firmly, forcing the clasp in the back to snap. You eyed the pendant for a second or two, looking at it laying in the centre of your palm.

She bought it for you because it looked scarily similar to the small seashell you brought her when you came back from your trip to Malta a few months prior.

You couldn’t remember if you’d told her, but you brought it back for her because it reminded you so much of her eye colour.

A voice called Gerri’s name from inside and you’re reined back down to earth. You step off of the porch and toss the necklace along with the pendant into a nearby bush, feeling like you abhorred the childish memories you realised you had been clinging onto for years.

“Gerri!” the voice raised.

She turned her head, forced to abandon the endeavour to find out where you had run off to. “Wh… What?” she stuttered, looking over to the beer pong table in the middle of the living room where someone had pulled her towards.

One of her other friends raised his eyebrows at her expectantly.

“Come on, it’s your turn,” David urged, lifting a small white plastic ball to her.

Zoey let you into the dorm albeit feeling irritated because she’d come home early from the party to have some time alone with her boyfriend. You promised her that you’d be quick.

You felt a compelling urge to take one more look at Gerri’s guitar stashed in the back of her closet, so you did.

The stickers on its case, memories of listening to her play for hours, the dedication and love she used to put into learning it, a song she’d learned for you once on your birthday as a surprise played on that very guitar, all shrouded and hidden away.

You closed the closet and left for the station.

For a moment you considered texting Gerri that you were leaving then recalled that she’d never given you the kindness to know where she was or when she was returning nor if or when she was leaving at all.

The bus took you to the station and you tucked your phone in your pocket. It took a few minutes in line to buy a new ticket and then in half an hour you’d be well on your way back home.

There was nothing for you here, and you should’ve realised it long before tonight.

“Y/N!” a voice suddenly called from behind and you turned instinctively to see Gerri running up to you, looking dishevelled and out of breath.

“How did you know I’d be here?” you intoned after she stopped in front of you and caught her breath.

Gerri hesitated a moment before saying hastily, “Uh, Winona. I asked Sam to call her. I-I thought you might be with her but she told me that you said something tonight about missing home.”

“You swim here?” you asked, looking at the state of her hair.

As if just then gaining self-awareness, she ran her fingers through her hair and brushed it back behind her ears. “No,” she breathed out with a little laugh. “It started raining and the streetcar would only take me until a few blocks down, and I didn’t want to wait for the next one because I thought it’d be too late.”

She was rambling.

It used to be endearing, but now it sounded sorta stupid.

Everything seemed pretty stupid right now — even you.

Then she waited for you to say something in response, but you had nothing to say.

She raised her hand to show you the necklace you had thrown away earlier dangling from her fingers, the silver seashell pendant hanging from the end.

“You dropped this,” she said, still panting slightly. The words sounded optimistic as she wasn’t entirely sure if you purposefully discarded it or accidentally lost it.

“Keep it,” you told her.

Gerri’s arm retracted and she laid the necklace in her other palm. Her actions were slow and it seemed that she was trying to make time for her to say something before she put the necklace away, but although her lips parted and her eyes flickered up a few times to look at you, she said nothing. Carefully, she slid the necklace into her jacket pocket.

“I thought you had your departure ticket booked for tomorrow night,” she thought aloud, evidently stalling as she tried to come up with something useful to say. She looked up from her pocket to you and ran her hands down her coat nervously.

“Bought another one so I could leave early.”

Having it spoken out loud, putting it out there verbally that you were leaving early, planted a feeling of alarm in Gerri’s chest. She inhaled sharply and stepped towards you. She opened her mouth to say something, but the station’s speakers announced that your train was to leave within the next ten minutes.

Adjusting the strap of your backpack up your shoulder, you said, “I have to go.”

“O… Okay,” Gerri replied, stepping back so you could turn and wheel your luggage behind you. “Safe trip. Have one, I mean.”

The escalator down to Platform Five was just ahead, becoming closer with each of your steps, and you traced your path from the last time you were at the station. Recalling it pained you slightly as you thought back to how hopeful and eager you had been when you stepped off the train last week.

You expected so much — too much.

So much had changed since then, and it was only a week ago.

How hadn’t you realised how grave a few months’ difference could make until just an hour ago?

You felt so stupid. Everything felt so… stupid.

Your face was hot and you were boiling in your jacket. Your bag was too heavy and your luggage was hurting your wrist. Then tears were forming in your eyes and you raised your other hand to wipe at your eyes.

The rapid clicking of padding shoes echoed behind you and before you could look back, your wrist was taken and pulled back, forcing you to turn and drop your luggage. A hand came to the back of your head and in spite of how quick it all was, her hands were soft and her caresses were careful.

An arm rounded your waist and your body was pulled against Gerri’s.

Her lips were suddenly pressed against yours and you smelled a whiff of her perfume, now having faded away throughout the night. But you could smell it clearly now that you were pressed up against her, and she wouldn’t let any space come between the two of you.

Like last summer and all the summers before, all the years spent knowing Gerri as your closest friend and your greatest love, you were swathed in her as if her scent and the feeling of her body, the feeling of her lips, were a warm blanket.

When your lips parted from hers, green eyes flickered down your face and Gerri whispered, “Why are you crying?”

You looked away from her and quickly swiped at your eyes.

Keeping her other arm around your waist, she raised her hand to your face and swatted your hands away so she could wipe your tears for you. She kissed your damp cheeks and seemed to not be able to get enough of feeling your skin against her lips, so she kept kissing you.

You turned your head and Gerri stopped kissing you to tilt her head and keep her eyes on yours. It didn’t seem like you wanted to talk. It didn’t seem like you knew what you wanted to say much less how you felt.

So she started talking instead.

She started with: “I’m sorry.”

It didn’t look like you believed her, so she cupped your cheek and made you look at her.

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” she repeated.

You were looking into her eyes now and she had your attention, but you were silent. You were waiting for her to say something more, and she had a lot to say. She didn’t know how to start it all, so she just dove into it.

“I, um… I used to see you every day, and it became hard to be here without you. I had to make — force — a different version of myself to blend in with these assholes. It was easier than missing you. It was easier than…” She trailed off and you wondered if she’d give up and just let you leave.

In spite of how confidently she spoke, her fingers tightened around your waist and you felt how nervous she was. Her hand moved down your wrist and her fingers danced anxiously against your palm.

But she continued.

“It was easier than admitting to myself that I was in love with my best friend. That I am in love with my best friend,” she finally said, exhaling deeply, her breath trembling. She looked away from you and over at the floor behind you.

You followed her eyes to survey the sincerity of what she was saying. It seemed true. It all seemed true. It felt true.

Then she took a breath and met your eyes again.

“I thought that maybe I just needed to grow up — to realise that I couldn’t be that same old small-town girl who’s never gotten shit-faced drunk or who’s never had sex with a guy,” she tried to explain.

She was stuttering a little.

“I mean, god, Y/N, the people here are fucking crazy. But I don’t enjoy it. Not even a little. I hate being around people I don’t know — people I don’t like. I don’t want to have sex with guys.” Then she scoffed and in a quick drop of her hand that seemed the slightest bit subconscious, she took your hand. “I don’t even like guys. I mean, I don’t think I do. Or at least the ones here. I don’t know.”

Gerri’s breathing became quick and you could see that she was trying not to look away from you. “Why aren’t you saying anything? Please say something,” she pleaded.

Your lips parted and you were going to say something, you were, but Gerri suddenly blurted out, “I want to be your girlfriend. And I wanna kiss you again.” She leaned down and kissed your chin.

“I want to be able to kiss you there,” she whispered.

She kissed your cheeks and your temples.

“I want to kiss you here.”

Your knuckles were lifted up to her lips and she kissed each of your five fingers, looking into your eyes. Then she lowered your hand and leaned forward to kiss your lips again. “And here,” she breathed against you. “I want to kiss you here. Again. Whenever I want to. Whenever you want to.”

An announcement came onto the speakers.

Five minutes left until the train was to leave.

The announcement reined you back down to earth and you looked around at the people passing, rushing to their trains, children in-hand, perhaps meeting their families elsewhere, going to meetings.

Everyone else — where were they off to?

“Am I too late…?” Gerri whispered.

You looked back over to her.

Everyone else…

Did it matter? Nothing else mattered when you were with Gerri. Nothing else ever mattered when you were with her.

You shook your head and uttered a soft, “I love you too, Gerri.”

“Y/N…” she said quietly. “Things won’t be the same. If we break up, if we fight. Even if we’re together until we’re old, things will change. And between us, it’ll be different.”

“No, it’ll be just the same,” you finally replied. “It’ll always just be you and me. That isn’t any different from how it’s always been, right?”

Gerri let out a noise that sounded like a laugh or some kind of relieved exhale and she let go of your hand and wrapped her arms around your shoulders. She started apologising again and again for how she’d been treating you, for how stupid she was acting.

In half-intelligible teary words, she said she wished it could just be you and her again like it was last summer and all the other summers before. She hated how much she’d changed while you were gone.

Your bag slipped from your arm and you hugged her back, letting her cry into your shoulder in the middle of the train station. “I miss it all so much too, Gerri,” you confessed. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Then you started crying, and Jesus, did that make you feel like an idiot.

“I really hate Winona,” Gerri confessed and hugged you tighter, which made you laugh like an idiot too.

Some things just don’t change.

And that felt good.

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Martin and Gerry Foster Brothers AU part 2

In which Gerry ages out, and Martin realizes some spiders AREN’T good for the local ecosystem.

Part 1 Part 3 Ao3

Also, ignore that the boys home didn’t exist since the 60s... I didn’t see that when I was prepping. This is taking place during canon Martin’s childhood years,

“Is there any way I could tell you to stop playing with that thing without getting a 20 minute lecture about the ecosystem?”

“Maybe. If you call her by her name.”

“Ughhhh. Fine. Martin, please put the soul devouring eight-legged monstrosity that you call Petunia away. You do know Spiders aren’t supposed to live 3 years, right?”

“I know that.” Martin said as he gently placed the arachnid onto the windowsill. “This is probably Petunia the 50th or something like that. Unless you think it’s one of the Smirke monsters from the books.”

“The monsters aren’t from the books, there are just monsters and books. And the books can be monsters.”

“Right, sorry.” In the years that they had been friends, Gerry had told Martin a lot about the ‘fear entities’ that his mom had served. Martin had come to the conclusion that Mary Keay was a very, very disturbed individual and it was a very good thing that Gerry had gotten away from her when he did. That would be true even if you did believe in these dread powers and eldritch horrors. Martin… wasn’t sure if he believed.

Gerry definitely did, told stories about how ‘no these aren’t from a cigarette, there was a Leitner that turned your freckles and imperfections to burns’ and ‘Yeah my mom broke my thumb but that was the only way to stop me from reading the book that would make me go blind’ and ‘I can hold my breath for over two minutes, I had to learn because the Atlas of the Sea Leitner made you feel like you’re drowning but we needed information from it’. It had scared Martin a lot, had sent him to a school counselor actually. The nice man had gently and kindly explained that sometimes kids who were abused from a young age had odd ways to process it, to protect themselves.

That seemed… reasonable, but the one time he had broached the subject with Gerry, the teen had spit something about not being a part of the Spiral’s domain, and he knew what he saw. Martin had never mentioned it again, and he wavered. Sometimes he thought that there was no way these things could be real. Other times he thought that there was no way Gerry could have such detailed explanations for something that he made up. “Regardless, I don’t think Petunia is one. She’s not even venomous.”

“This whole place is web Martin, woven so strong that even I can’t escape.”

“Do you want to go into the city then? Just get out of the place and the webs for a bit, stretch our legs one last time? I know that they’re still there,” That was Gerry’s common argument when he mentioned going into town, “But it’s gotta feel at least a bit less oppressive, right? And besides, it’s second Saturday.”

“Right, what is that one again?”

“Miss Bunson. We can get you a pastry for your birthday.” He said the words in a tempting sing-song, smiling through the tension that was running through him at the thought of his friend’s coming of age. Gerry scowled.

“Can’t. I have to pack.” He spat the words shortly, clearly just as unhappy as Martin. There was a moment of tense silence before the older teen-now young adult- sighed. “But you don’t need to help out. It’s not like I have much. Why don’t you go down and get something for us to split.”

“I’m not leaving you. Not today. Not when-“

“You’ll be back in plenty of time to send me off, it’s not even lunchtime yet and they always come in the afternoon. Besides, I’ll be back. Or, not back, but- I’m not leaving you Martin. As soon as I get a cell phone I’ll call you, and until then I’ll write. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

Martin swallowed, and it was like he was 11 again, in that hospital and walking away with the social worker with a sucker in his mouth. He still couldn’t stomach peach flavoring. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Gerry said firmly. “I promise, Martin. I’ll be there for you. You’re like my brother, my anchor.”

Martin nodded solemnly. He wasn’t sure what anchor meant but… “Brothers. We are the family we have left.”

“And family sticks together, real family.”

The younger teen let out a deep breath. “Fine. Okay, I’ll get you your pastry.”

“Something chocolate.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Not willing to risk it, Martin grabbed Gerry into a tight hug before rushing down the road. It probably was better for him to get out of the house, and the older teen knew it. He only really messed around with Petunia when he was stressed, when things were going outside of his control. Not that he ever had any control really, he tried to grasp it when he could, but it always seemed to slip from his fingers like his handholds were no more than spiderweb.

Oh, that was a good one, he should use it for his next poem. Maybe he could get beyond an honorable mention for once.

Arriving to town, Martin alternated between shy smiles and obtrusive head ducks as he wove through the buildings. After so many years, the village knew him well, and he knew who to avoid. He also knew who he could convince to do some bending of the rules if a sufficiently polite and shy abandoned child hinted to it. Miss Bunson was one of them.

She owned a small bakery in town, and had an agreement with her family to go on a blind date at least once a month. She was hopeful, but either she was extremely picky or her family were really bad at figuring out her type, because come the next day she was disappointed, bitter, and lonely. She felt bad about really ranting to her family though, but was more than willing to complain to a strange child who one day discovered that she would ply him with free desserts for as long as he looked earnest and made the right commiserating noises.

While it would look weird to any observer, it was a good deal for both. She got to vent out all of her anger to a neutral party, and he got the kind of treats that they rarely got at the boy’s home. Also, there was something nice about seeing that not all adults have their lives together. That even people with their own businesses and families and friends could sill feel… lonely sometimes. He also hoped for the day that she would actually come with good news, she really was a sweet person, it would be nice to see that loneliness end.

The bell on the door cheered just as happily as ever when Martin bounded through the door, though he had to duck when he accidentally hit a bit of a wreath that had been put up. He was going through a growth spurt and sometimes still struggled with realizing how tall he was. Mum had been fairly slight, but in his memories of his father, the man was towering. He had no clue how tall he would get, but he was already catching up to the 17- er- 18 year old Gerry. “Hi Miss Bunson! Hope you’re doing well! I just wanted to duck in to see if your date las night was better than the last one.”

“Ugh! Martin take a seat. You would not believe what they did. So, we went to that fancy place over on fifth, awesome great, but then-“

___

Martin stepped out of the bakery with a deep breath, finding the bracing cold and clean scent almost a relief after the oven-warmed bakery and the myriad of scents. It was kinda funny, the way stepping into the bakery had been such a welcome thing when he stepped in. Contrasts he supposed. He waved at the window as he left the homey spot behind, chuckling to himself. For as unfortunate as these dates ended up being, Ms.Bunson sure made them entertaining to hear about.

Martin brought his backpack around to put the pastries away- a chocolate peppermint tart that was overwhelmingly peppermint-y. The bakery was still very much experimenting with their holiday flavors and this was a bit strong. Gerry would probably like it though, he went through mint gum like mad.

A rough shoulder bumped into Martin and the teen had to scramble not to drop the treat. He looked up to see one of the bigger jerks at the home sneering at him as he swaggered away. Martin looked away timidly. Without Gerry he didn’t tend to pick fights with the meaner kids, and besides nothing at this boy’s home got worse than a few shoves and mean words anyway. He could ignore it, he was used to it.

The stranger thing was that the boy was in the village at all. He and the cronies around him tended to stay in the common room, hogging the telly and making the younger boys too nervous to enter. He almost never came into the village proper like this unless…

Fear shot through Martin and he sprinted off, stuffing the pastry into his pocket and ignoring his half-open backpack. The only time that they came into the village were those odd moments where everyone collectively left the building when someone was being aged out. It was a wordless understanding to give the now-homeless teen their privacy to leave, respected by even the biggest lowlifes of the home, but that meant-

Martin felt like he was fighting something as he ran to the house, like he was sludging through muck or being pulled back, but he kept his mind on his brother and carried forward, even as he panted through a familiar path that really shouldn’t be this much effort.

He arrived just as Gerry was led through the door, his eyes blown wide in fear even as he walked emotionlessly behind Mr.Fielding. The caretaker glared at Martin. “What are you doing here?” He sneered. “You’re supposed to be in the village.”

Martin struggled to breath through his reply. “I-I wasn’t going to let Gerry go without being here to see him off.”

Something was wrong. Something was very very wrong. Why wasn’t Gerry saying anything? Why wasn’t he moving? Why was he looking at him like that?

Raymond scowled, and Martin was preparing to beg, when something… odder happened. The man’s hair… parted strangly, moving in a way contrary to the wind, and Martin was almost certain he saw something-several somethings- shifting in it. Tension left the man’s body and he nodded almost absently. “You’ll come with us, then. He always wants more, after all.”

But I’m only 15. Martin wanted to say. Who is ‘he’ and what does he want? But he found himself unable to open his mouth. His body seemed to move without his permission, following dully behind Mr.Fielding. All at once, Martin understood Gerry’s odd behavior, and believed his stories without a doubt for the first time.

This… whatever this was, it was the work of monsters beyond the ‘coping mechanisms’ the counselor had gone on about. This was real and it was terrifying. He followed the two older men into a basement he’d never known existed, where he was surrounded by human-sized bundles of white and walked through spiderweb after spiderweb, despite following behind two people who should have broken them.

His legs shook with effort as he mentally tried with everything had to escape, despite his legs no longer seeming to be of his control. Gerry’s breathing was heavy and terrified, and Martin’s matched it’s cadence. It felt like he was struggling against bonds that moved him on, hooks and ropes moving him that he couldn’t control no matter how he fought.

From the ceiling, a- a beast descended. It looked like a spider, black and bulbous with a body bigger than Martin’s girth and Gerry’s height combined. The fangs themselves seemed to be the length of an ear of corn, dripping with noxious-looking venom. Martin shuddered from his place, fighting against invisible bonds without moving as Gerry took step to painful-looking step closer to the beast.

At his hand, he felt the familiar tickle of Petunia crawling on his hand, and for the first time ever wanted to brush her off. She, or whatever spider was crawling on him, avoided his fingertips as it scuttled back and forth along his hand and wrist. The back side of his brain, the hindbrain that was in extreme denial that any of this was happening at all, noted that she was avoiding his hands because of the peppermint. He’d read once that it was a insect deterrent.

Oh. Well. He was about to do something absolutely monumentally stupid, wasn’t he?

Martin stopped fighting against the bonds, stopped trying to run away. He instead moved towards the beast, quickly overtaking the still-struggling Gerry. It was like he’d been struggling against a rubber band the whole time, like it was so used to people pushing back, it wasn’t ready for someone to step forward, to come towards the spider. The beast itself seemed surprised, looking up at Martin in surprise as it opened it’s mouth to brandish fang and mandible at him.

Quickly, Martin pulled his wax paper bag out of his pocket, shoving the hopefully-poisonous tart down the creatures throat. Whether the peppermint was truly effective or if the creatures was just choking, it didn’t matter. It worked well enough to break both of them from their hold. Raymond roared in anger, a wholly foreign sound from a usually mild-mannered man. Gerry didn’t hesitate, flying at the man and decking him across the face. The man’s head crumbled like it was a puppet head, or a bundle of something-flimsy making up the shape of a man, and Spiders started swarming out. With a cry of fear, both teen’s ran to escape the basement, shoving the door closed behind them.

Gerry started running down the hill, but Martin turned towards the building. “What are you doing?” The older teen asked, terror still ringing through his eyes. “The’re going to get into the house!”

“They- They’ll just come after everyone else if we can’t- if we don’t- if-“

The goth jumped back and forth before his face set with resolve, as though he wasn’t sure he agreed, but he was determined to follow Martin regardless. They ran into the house. “What’s the plan?” Martin asked.

“What?” Gerry asked, incredulous. “This was your idea!”

“Well I don’t know how these things work! You’re the expert!”

“If I was the expert at killing these things, they’d already be dead! I’ve lived here for years.” The boy shook his head, trying to think. “Fire? I think fire usually works. Unless its one of the fire ones.”

“And this isn’t a fire one, right?”

“No! It’s a Spider one!”

“Well I just wanted to be sure, I don’t know!”

Martin ran to the kitchen, and the two boys ransacked through the draws, searching desperately for a book of matches. For a long moment, there were no sounds but the clattering of drawers and cutlery, and the ever-loudening sound of thousands of scuttling feet coming closer and closer.

Martin looked up and yelped, seeing the familiar sight of Agnes standing silently next to the stove and kettle with the same placid expression she always had when asking him for tea. Despite being around 20, she was still here. He had no clue how she had avoided the evil spiders. “Wait- w-what are you- I thought everyone- never mind it doesn’t matter. I don’t have time for tea, we need to find matches!”

The girl did not reply verbally, as was normal, and instead simply cocked her head in a curious expression. “W-w-we I- There are spider monsters in the basement! People have- there are bodies down there, they’re killing all the boys who aged out. We-we-“

“We’re stopping it.” Gerry interrupted Martin’s terrified blundering. “Everyone’s gone so we’re burning this place to the ground, keep it from happening to everyone else.”

Martin could count the number of times that he’s heard Agnes speak on one hand, and they’d ‘hung out’ for years. Still, he’d never heard her speak so much as she did then.

The girl smiled and spoke with a voice like an aged smoker, with a bit of puberty’s voice breaks cutting in, though on her they sounded like a crackle of flame. “That sounds like fun.”

Then she turned and, no match or lighter in sight, touched the cloth curtain over the nearest window. It burst into flames.

For a moment, neither Martin nor Gerry said anything. Then, Gerry swallowed. “That works.” And he sprinted out the door. Martin followed as the fire started spreading to the wall. He turned when he realized Agnes hadn’t moved. “Hurry!” He called. “Come on.”

She looked surprised, then smiled the soft-fond smile she gave back when he’d handed her the first cup of tea. “I’m fine.” She stepped into the growing flames. “I’ll be picked up soon, but I want to watch it burn. It’s beautiful.”

Martin swallowed, mouth dry from exertion, heat, and fear. Then, without another word, the fifteen year old ran for the exit, ignoring the pained whining of thousands of dying spiders behind him. Looking down the hill, Marin could see the village starting to stir as the burning building was first noticed by those below, but Gerry had gone the opposite direction, waiting for Martin by the woods. The younger teen joined his brother and they watched the orange flames lick higher and higher up the house.

No spiders tried to escape.

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ultrone · 2 years

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EAGER TO PLEASE

♡ top!virgin!gerri fields x experienced!reader

genre: smut – (best) friends with benefits

wc: 2.3k+

summary: Your best friend was urged to lose her virginity, and as the good friend that you are, you offered to teach her how to do it the right way.

warnings: MINORS DNI +18, corruption (?), hot kisses, breast/nipple play, oral & fingering (r receiving), hickeys, r guiding/telling gerri what to do.

note: i think i remember seeing a prompt or something about this a long time ago and when i remembered about it i had to write it about gerri 😩 hope y’all like it <3

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Gerri was desperate.

It was almost her second year of university and she still hadn't lost her virginity, and even though you always told her that it didn’t matter, that it would happen when it had to happen, she disagreed with you and told you that you were biased because you had already lost it.

Unlike Gerri, you were lucky enough to have lost your virginity in high school, and thanks to that, you had a lot of experience up your sleeve, so it wasn't rare for you to sleep with a couple of people every other week, an activity that Gerri truly envied.

It was a Friday night, and since there were no parties or things to do that same day, Gerri and you decided to have a movie night. It was during the second film that a sex scene brought up the frequently discussed topic between the two of you.

“Ugh, a girl can only dream,” Gerri said in a sigh while chewing on a gummy worm.

If you were being honest with yourself, you would have to admit that Gerri was a very beautiful girl. Yes, you were both best friends, but that didn’t mean that you were blind. For several months now, listening to Gerri's desire to lose her virginity made you unable to help but think about what would happen if you took her virginity. Is she a top or a bottom? Is she a good kisser? How would her soft hands feel all over your body? Is she really as eager as she makes it seem? All those unanswered questions left you no choice but to suggest a very risky idea to her.

“You know, if you really wanna lose your virginity so badly then you should lose it with me, I mean, we're best friends and I have a lot of experience after all. It’d be a great opportunity for you to learn.” You offered in a joking tone, hoping that the girl would get the hint.

The moment the sentence left your mouth, Gerri's face turned to you at high speed, eyes wide and mouth half-open.

“Wait… Really?” She asked genuinely, biting the inner part of her cheek.

“Well yeah, that’s what best friends are for, am I right?” you asked, letting out an awkward chuckle, surprised at how quickly you managed to convince her. “I guess she truly is desperate,” you thought.

“Wha- well- sure,” she stuttered, “that’d be nice,” she said with a nervous but excited smile.

With that said, you took the initiative and grabbed the remote control to turn off the tv, then you removed all the snacks from the bed and started to play some background music to ease the tension that had formed between the two of you.

“So… where do we start?” She asked timidly, fidgeting with her fingers.

Once you noticed this, you gently grabbed her hands and caressed her knuckles with your thumbs, “you know we don’t have to do this right? I was only giving you the choice but if you changed your mind then that’s totally okay,” you reassured her, “we can pretend this conversation never happened.”

“No, no. I want to, I just don’t know what to do or where to start.” She confessed. “You’re the boss.” She said jokingly trying to ease the tension.

You chuckled. “Okay, then. We can always stop if you don’t feel comfortable though.” You said giving her a little squeeze on the hands. She replied with a nod.

Unbeknownst to you, Gerri shared in some way the feelings you felt for her. She thought you were gorgeous and had always wondered what it would feel like to be on top or underneath you. Often daydreaming about the two of you doing things that she knew would never happen — until now.

“I think we should start by kissing, don’t you think?” You asked, getting closer to her and trapping her between your body and the headboard.

Gerri couldn't wait for another instant and threw herself at you, pressing your lips together in a passionate kiss. You gasped in surprise at her urgency but quickly adjusted to the kiss, returning it with the same vigor. You slipped your arms around her neck and she wrapped hers around your waist, pressing you closer to her until your chest met hers. She sucked on your lower lip and caressed it sensually with her tongue asking for passage, and you granted it with no hesitation. While your tongues intertwined and rubbed against each other, Gerri began to slide her hands from your waist to your ass and gave it gentle, slow squeezes. You bit her lower lip in response, eliciting a throaty groan from her. Gerri couldn't hold back anymore, she needed to feel your warm pussy against her mouth right now, so she started unbuttoning your shorts.

You placed your hands on top of hers halting her movements and broke the kiss, your lips remaining a breath away from hers.

“I wanna make you feel good,” she whispered breathlessly, her hot breath brushing against your lips.

“I know, I can't wait.” You confessed and stared at her through low-lidded eyes. “But first, you have to get me all wet and ready, yeah?”

“Show me how.” She husked out, resting her hands on your thighs and giving them a little squeeze.

Still straddling her lap, you moved away from her face and grabbed the hem of your blouse, pulling it up your body seductively until it was completely off. When you saw Gerri's face, you couldn't help but smirk at the sight of her hypnotized eyes staring so intently at your breasts, which were being covered by a black lace bra. She gulped loudly and made eye contact with you.

“Can I touch them?” She asked hesitantly, darting her eyes between the two.

“Be my guest.” You responded with a smirk.

She slowly raised her hands, cheeks blushing as she cupped your covered breasts with them. She gave them a little squeeze and then proceeded to massage them more thoroughly. She crept one of her hands behind your back and brought your breasts close to her face, placing it directly against them. She nuzzled her nose against them before starting to give them open-mouthed kisses, nibbling and tugging at the edge of your bra. She slipped her hands under the bra and felt stiff nipples against her palm, eliciting a low grunt from her, which you felt vibrating against your chest.

“You’re surprisingly good at this,” you panted, feeling her smile between kisses. “Take my bra off,” you asked with urgency, tired of her slow teasing.

She did as you said and got rid of the garment. “Now play with them,” you husked, receiving a nod from her.

The moment her mouth closed on one of your nipples, your hand flew to the back of her hair, tugging at it softly. With her hands on your back pressing you impossibly closer, Gerri flicked her wet tongue over your exposed nub. “Y-yes– hng– just like that,” you slurred. Her tongue was so warm, pressing and circling desperately around your erect nipple, giving it soft nibbles. “Don’t forget about the other one,” you reminded her amidst groans. Attentive to your commands, she resumed stroking your opposite breast, gently pinching and tugging at your nipple with her fingers while savouring the other one with her mouth and tongue. You felt a wet patch growing on your panties.

Gerri held your waist tightly and nimbly flipped you under her, towering over you. She gave you a lingering look and then continued on with her previous endeavours, making you let out little whimpers.

“Can I eat your pussy now?” She said with your tit in her mouth, batting her eyelashes.

You whimpered softly at her bluntness, followed by a soft chuckle, finding her eagerness funny but arousing as well. “Patience,” you groaned. “Come here,” you muttered as you cupped her jaw with both hands and pulled her up to you, crushing your lips together in a smothering kiss. She kissed you back, open-mouthed and with fierce lips. “Mark my body,” you said breathlessly against her mouth, and with one last hungry suck on your lower lip, she released your lips and began to deposit hot kisses — and marks — on your body, working her way down from your neck to your chest, alternating between each sensitive breast, then reaching your sternum and eventually landing on your lower abdomen. “How am I doing?” she asked genuinely. You clutched her hair tightly in your hands as she continued to leave searing marks on your belly. “Good, mhm, s’good,” you slurred with your eyes closed.

Gerri began to run her tongue along the edge of your shorts, giving small kisses to your flesh as she began to fiddle with the hem of your shorts with her fingers. She shifted her attention up to your flushed face, asking for your consent. Once she saw you nodding your head with an encouraging smile, she began to undo the buttons and removed the garment completely.

“You’re wearing too many clothes, I wanna see you.” You said, making her realize that, in fact, she hadn’t yet taken off any of her clothes.

“Shit- of course, sorry,” she clumsily apologized while letting out an awkward chuckle, and quickly discarded all of her clothes. She carefully spread your legs apart and returned to her previous position while delicately stroking your thighs. Exhilarated shaky breaths left her lips as she stared intently at your dripping wet core, all she could think was "I did that."

You helplessly watched as her gaze wandered over your body, returning her gaze with the same fascination. “You can start now,” you said eagerly. “Patience, Y/n.” She responded with a cocky smile, making you roll your eyes at her.

She began to suck and kiss the skin on your legs, working her way up from your knees to your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to your beating pussy.

“You know, I should start teaching you the most important lesson: don’t tease,” you joked breathlessly while putting your hands on her hair, trying to pull her closer to your core.

“But that’s no fun,” she said as she gave you a hickey an inch away from your cunt.

“Please, just st-”

You got interrupted by Gerri's warm tongue giving you a long and hard lick all the way from your throbbing hole to your swollen clit. “Oh — fuck!” you said between gasps, receiving a groan from her that vibrated against your nub deliciously. “Make circles around my clit,” you commanded and she nodded. Gerri began to swirl her tongue around your clitoris vigorously, working it at different speeds. Then, she began to experiment by grasping it between her lips and sucking on it, all the while pressing it with her tongue and giving it little nibbles. This made you let out a sharp whine, causing the girl to feel even more eager to please you, loving the sounds that left your lips. “Shit! So good,” you moaned.

As she continued to devour your pussy, she began to tease your throbbing hole with two of her digits, slowly running them through your soaked folds, spreading them open and collecting your juices on her fingers. Her other hand remained on your thigh, squeezing it harshly. “Please…” you begged, and with that, Gerri thrusted her wet fingers in your entrance. “You feel so good, Y/n.” She murmured against your clitoris, making you moan even harder. She started to move her fingers at a relentless pace while still playing shamelessly with your clit, groaning here and there so you could feel the vibrations against it. Her fingers kept reaching deeper and deeper into your cunt until she touched the spot she was looking for and started to curl her fingers desperately against it. Breathless groans left your lips as you pulled her face impossibly closer to your cunt, taking her hand from your thigh and putting it on one of your breasts so she could play with it. “You’re– fuck– you’re doin’ great Gerri,” you managed to choke out, rocking your hips unmercifully against her mouth and fingers. “Your pussy feels so tight and gummy around my fingers Y/n,” she husked while continuing to rub her fingertips against your g-spot.

Your body tensed up and you started to lose your rhythm, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten. “Fuckkk– ‘m close,” you slurred with difficulty. Despite the cramps she felt, Gerri began to move her fingers and tongue even faster, feeling your pussy clench around her fingers every few seconds.

You came violently the instant she sucked on your clitoris and stroked your g-spot in perfect synchronicity. ”S-slow down, slow down,” you managed to say, broken breaths and curses leaving your mouth as she helped you ride your high, moving slower just like you told her to.

She pulled out her drenched fingers and released your over-stimulated clit with a pop, licking her lips afterwards. You looked at her through hooded eyes as she licked all the cum off her fingers, “you taste really good,” she murmured, giving you a wink.

You gave her a soft playful slap on the head and motioned her to lay next to you.

“I must admit,” you cleared your throat, “you’re a pretty fast learner,” you husked breathlessly, letting out an airy chuckle.

“Well, who knows? Maybe one day the student will surpass the master,” she joked.

“We should do this more often,” you suggested a bit hesitant.

“Yeah, we totally should,” she replied, “and next time you better teach me how to be a bottom,” she said while raising her eyebrows and biting down a smile.

“You bet I will,” you replied, attempting to hide the excitement in your voice.

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Just for the Weekend [One] - Gerri Fields x Reader

Summary: Gerri lets slip to her best friend that she is no longer a virgin and is dating someone after she was teasing her for still being a virgin in college. Gerri asks you to pretend to be her girlfriend for a weekend to convince her best friend she is no longer a virgin. Gerri doesn’t know you are in love with her. It’s just a weekend you think what can go wrong?

Warnings:fluff, little angst, will be 18+ in the last chapter.

Words: 3.5K

A/n: I have recently caught covid so I have more free time to write this week. I know I have some stories to update and I will try to do that along with some requests. This idea has been in my head for a while and I have been dying to write and release it so here you go. Hope you enjoy :)

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It’s a typical Monday afternoon on campus, the sun is shining down on the campus grounds and students are everywhere sunbathing on the green. There are students underneath the old oak trees as they laugh and soak up the sun as Spring has arrived.

You find yourself smiling and breathing in the fresh air as you walk past a cherry blossom tree on your way back to your dorm room. You are heading back to invite your roommate Gerri to grab some food and join the mass of students enjoying the warm weather.

Gerri and you hit it off immediately as soon as you met and in the past few months you have found yourself developing feelings for your best friend and roommate. Gerri was unlike any other girl you had come to know. Gerri was quirky, both in terms of her personality and dress sense, she was also kind and compassionate if not naive sometimes. You found yourself feeling very protective over Gerri especially when you first got to know each other and took her to her very first college party and she had her first experience with alcohol.

Gerri was incredibly funny and musically gifted. She would often play her guitar in your dorm room and you would love to watch her and hear her new songs. Most of all though Gerri was beautiful, she was probably the most attractive woman you had ever laid eyes on.

You found yourself at your dorm door and walked in “Hey Ger, it’s beautiful outside. What do you say we go grab lunch and hang out with the rest of our friends?” you inquire as you dump your stuff on your bed. Then you hear a sniffle and immediately spin around to find a red eyed Gerri with a deflated look on her face and tear stains down her cheeks sitting on her bed.

You rush over to Gerri and climb on her bed and pull her into your chest “Hey, what’s wrong Ger? You can tell me” you whisper against her hair as her body shakes with her silent sobs against your chest. You rub your hand over Gerri’s back hoping to soothe her and soon enough her wracking sobs subside so, you gently pull her away from your chest and wipe her tears from her cheeks with the pads of your thumbs softly.

“Hey, it’s okay. You wanna tell me what happened” you asked softly not wanting to push her too much.

Gerri sits up and turns so she can face you again and sighs “It’s stupid just my friend back home Lily, you know the one I told you about?” Oh boy did you know about Lily and the whole debacle that had happened just before Gerri came to college. Gerri had told you all about Lily and her boyfriend David and you still couldn’t understand how a best friend could do that to someone, let alone to Gerri.

You just nodded “well she called and everything was great at first but then she started mentioning how great her and David were since they reconnected. Then she proceeded to tease me about not losing my virginity yet and that I should get a move on and it wasn’t really that big a deal. She also teased me because I hadn’t even had so much as a kiss here at college” she continued.

Your eyes went wide at Gerri mentioning she was still a virgin but you managed to hide it as Gerri was so upset recounting her phone call with Lily. How could someone as attractive as Gerri Fields not have lost her virginity yet but this only made your heart pound faster and your feelings for her grow fonder. Of course she was still a virgin, she was so sweet and caring that it made sense for her to want to wait for someone perfect.

Very quickly this affection turned into anger, not towards Gerri of course not but, towards Lily. How dare she make fun of Gerri for not losing her virginity when she took that opportunity away from her the summer before college when she started having sex with the guy Gerri fancied.

“Anyway, I got so frustrated with her teasing that I may have blurted out that I actually had lost my virginity and I was dating someone” Gerri finishes sighing.

“First of all there is nothing wrong with still being a virgin many people are during their first year of college. And so what? It’s a teeny white lie, how’s she going to find out anyway?” you asked confused whilst grabbing Gerri’s hand and brushing over her knuckles with your thumb to soothe her once more.

Gerri pulls her hands back and starts fidgeting with them and looks away shyly and mumbles something.

“What did you say Ger, you were mumbling” you questioned her. Gerri looks into your eyes “I said that I told Lily that I had sex with you and that I was currently dating you and I would bring you home this weekend with me to meet my family and Lily” she blurted out.

You looked at her with wide eyes and mouth agape “Ger! Why’d you do that, I can’t pretend to be your girlfriend this weekend” you exclaimed jumping off her bed pacing around the room nervously. You couldn’t do this not when you had strong feelings for Gerri, not when you were in love with her.

You kept pacing around throwing out nos to every one of her pleas as you ran your hands through your hair nervously.

“Please y/n? It’s just for the weekend, please I can’t have this looming over me. Lily already thinks I am a joke for still being a virgin, she cannot know I lied about this because I was annoyed and embarrassed. Please y/n, it’s just three days I promise” Gerri had strode across the room and was now holding on to your arm pleading with you.

You looked into Gerri’s moss-green eyes and sighed as she was looking at you with so much need silently pleading with you. You have never been able to say no to Gerri and this moment wasn’t any different as you melted as soon as you stared into those gorgeous eyes.

“Fine, I'll pretend to be your girlfriend. Just for the weekend though Ger, I mean it” you state warningly.

Gerri smiles widely and it makes you weak at the knees as she wraps her arms around you and buries her head in the crook of your neck “Thank you, thank you y/n” she mumbles gratefully, her breath brushing against your neck causing goosebumps and your heart to start pounding rapidly in your chest as you bring your arms around her holding her tightly.

What the hell, you think. What could possibly go wrong?

Oh boy were you wrong.

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The two of you were fully packed by Thursday night and by Friday you were both on the road travelling back to Gerri’s hometown. You had offered to drive as you were the only one with a licence and the drive was only four hours long.

During these four hours Gerri spent the whole time filling you in about her mom and younger brother along with Lily and David. You noticed she had begun spiralling and reached over to put your hand on her thigh to calm her down.

“Ger, don’t worry. I have met your mom and brother loads of times this isn’t any different and as for David and Lily well, you have me now. I won’t let them put you down or make you feel embarrassed. Why are you even still friends with her after what she did and the way she makes you feel anyway?” you pondered.

Gerri sighs “she hasn’t always been like this. She’s been my best friend since we were three and I don’t know if people always say you change when you first get a partner maybe that’s just what this is” she speculates.

You nod in understanding, still stroking Gerri’s thigh before pulling it away to put two hands on the steering wheel.

“Okay well, if we are going to convince Lily and David we have to come up with a set list of facts. That will ensure that if either of us are cornered alone then we have the same stories and are consistent so as to avoid suspicion.

First of all, we need the story of how and when we decided we felt more towards each other than just friendship. Then we need a first date story, a first kiss story and the first time we slept together. We don’t have to go into detail. We can just say we were nervous and clumsy at first but I made sure you were comfortable and it turned out to be amazing. We just state that we want to keep the details intimately between us. Is all of that okay?” you suggested.

“Yeah, that sounds great. Thank you y/n, I mean it. There is no one I would rather date or fake date than you” Gerri expresses her gratitude. You smile at her but feel as if you have been punched in the gut, you are going to have to remind yourself that anything the two of you do this weekend is fake dating.

It’s not real and you feel yourself deflating as you remind yourself of this and the situation you are in.

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Eventually, with directions from Gerri you pull up to the driveway at her house and see her mom and brother standing waving at you both along with two blonde-haired individuals who you presume are Lily and David.

You switch your engine off and turn to Gerri “Ready babe?” you tease as Gerri quirks her brow confused. You unbuckle your seatbelt and lean over to whisper in her ear “We’re supposed to be girlfriends. So I’m going to be talking and acting like I am actually dating you to make this believable. Now, is there anything you are not comfortable with before we leave this car?” you whisper in her ear.

Gerri shakes her head “no bubs” she giggles. To everyone outside it looks like the two of you are flirting so you lean back and press your lips to Gerri’s cheek as she blushes. You smile “well then let the weekend commence Ger” and you get out of the car and unload the bags.

Gerri comes over and slings her bad over her shoulder and grabs your hand, interlacing your fingers with hers as she pulls you over to everyone.

“Y/n, I am so glad that the two of you came to your senses and confessed your feelings to each other” Gerri’s mom cheers as she hugs you and Gerri. You glance over at Gerri and you see her blushing profusely so you smile at her and lean over and kiss her temple whilst squeezing her hand reassuringly.

“Me too, Mrs Fields” you reply.

“Oh come on now y/n, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Kate” she playfully chastises you. “Well, thank you Kate. I promise to take great care of your daughter” you promise her and she nods thankfully.

Kate and Gerri’s brother head inside to prepare lunch whilst Gerri introduces you to Lily and David.

“Lily, David. This is y/n, my girlfriend that I was telling you about on the phone. We were roommates and became very close friends and then from there we started dating. Y/n, bubs, this is my best friend Lily and her boyfriend David” Gerri introduces us all.

“It’s nice to meet you both, Ger talks about you both highly. It’s nice to finally put faces to the names” I say politely as I hug Lily and shake David’s hand before wrapping my hand around Gerri’s waist and pulling her back into me rubbing soothing circles along her hip bone.

“You know I was surprised that Gerri had actually lost her virginity, let alone started dating someone. I had no idea she was into girls, I thought she would remain frigid for at least a couple more years at college” Lily jeered.

I felt Gerri tense up by my side “well, Ger is an amazing human and I would have been blind and stupid not to fall in love with her. I think her waiting until she was in a proper relationship instead of some person she had just met means a lot more. You and David started out as a one night stand no?” I bite back to Lily’s surprise.

“I suppose we did,” she responds stiffly before putting her fake smile back on and suggesting we head inside and get something to eat.

Once inside Kate shows us up to Gerri’s bedroom and leaves us to get settled and to join everyone else out in the back once we were unpacked. As soon as the door was closed Gerri came up and buried her head against my chest “thank you, for standing up for me when she called me frigid” she thanked me.

I wrap my arms around her tightly before leaning back as I cup her cheek to look at me “of course, she was out of order. I won’t let her insult you in front of me like that. She acts like she is better than you because she isn’t a virgin anymore. It’s important that you know just because sex means a lot to you and you haven’t found the right person does not mean you are frigid Ger.

Also, what she said about not knowing you were into girls. Was that true? Are you interested in girls romantically or sexually?” You inquire softly.

“Yeah I am into girl sexually and romantically. I’m bisexual is that okay?” she hesitates looking right into my eyes.

“Of course, that is okay Ger. I just wanted to make sure I didn’t make you feel too uncomfortable during this weekend” you reassure her. She hugs you once again and the two of you head back downstairs hand in hand after unpacking.

The afternoon passes by quickly and you find yourself bombarded by questions from Lily. You find the more time you spend with this girl the less and less you like her. She flaunts David in front of Gerri throughout the afternoon, makes condescending remarks and constantly makes jokes that David chose her. At one point David gets uncomfortable and tells Lily to knock it off and you place a kiss on Gerri's temple to hide your smirk.

You can tell although you and Gerri are affectionate Lily isn’t buying the whole relationship and is becoming sceptical. Lily keeps asking questions to catch you both out which leads to her questioning the first time you two kissed.

“Well, y/n had asked me out and she took me to this little hidden lake on campus that we had found whilst exploring campus the first week of college. She told me she had liked me for a while and that she couldn’t imagine doing this anywhere else. I asked her what she meant and she cupped my chin and tilted it upwards and asked if she could kiss me. I nodded and she kissed me” Gerri gushes as her eyes light up almost like she wishes it had happened.

“Very romantic y/n. Asking for consent and taking Gerri somewhere romantic almost seems as if it was straight out a fairytale” Lily implies whilst narrowing her eyes at me.

Lily’s response irks me to no end “Well, I knew that I was Gerri’s first kiss with another woman and I wanted to embrace that and make it as memorable for her as it was for me. Also, I take consent very seriously Lily. I wouldn’t want Ger to feel pressured at any point in our relationship, I love her too much” I recount.

Eventually, Lily and David go home and Gerri and I head upstairs to relax before dinner with Gerri’s family.

I shut the door behind us and jump on Gerri’s bed letting my frustrations at Lily go. I feel Gerri come lie on the bed next to me and rub my back soothingly “I’m sorry” she announces. I quickly sit up and hold her hand “why on earth are you apologising Ger” I ask.

“The way Lily treated us, I don’t think she believed us enough. God, this was so stupid” she groaned.

“Hey, no. After meeting her in person I get why you did it and I’m more determined than ever to show her we are dating. But we need to move things up a notch to make this believable. I, uhm, I was wondering, if I could possibly kiss you? I mean I think to make this believable we need to kiss in front of everyone or in the corner when we think people aren’t paying attention. But only if you are comfortable with it, we can not kiss and just keep doing what we are doing. I’m sorry I probably just made things weird we don’t have to. It was-” Gerri yells my name to cut off my rambling.

“Yes, you can kiss me. Like you said if we want this to be believable then we need to kiss. It doesn’t mean anything, it's just for this weekend to help this act move along” she chuckles.

I feel a pain in my chest as she notes it doesn’t mean anything but also nervous as I have wanted to kiss Gerri for a long time now. I nod and shuffle closer to her. I push a strand of her hair that had fallen back behind her ear and cup her cheek as she looks at me. Slowly, I begin to tilt my head towards her as she does the same and soon I feel her breath brushing against my lips. I close the gap and capture her bottom lip in mine and I feel my heart soar as she begins moving her lips against mine.

I take in how soft her lips are against my own and the taste of her peach Chapstick that she put on earlier. I find myself wanting to be more immersed with her so I run my tongue along her bottom lip and she grants me permission as she gasps against my mouth allowing my tongue to meet her own. Our tongues move together perfectly as I explore her mouth with my own.

In this moment I forget we are not together and that this is all fake and after this weekend it will be as if this kiss and all the others to follow will never have existed. I try to tell myself that her moaning is because of me and that she might feel the same as I do at this moment as she wraps her hands around my neck pulling me against her lips further.

Eventually, we have to break away for air and I open my eyes to see hers still closed before her eyes flutter open slowly as her moss-green eyes meet my own y/e/c ones.

“You’re an amazing kisser y/n” she giggles. “Thank you Ger, you were pretty amazing yourself. Keep kissing me like that and you might fool me into thinking we are together” I joke not noticing the way Gerri looks away shyly.

I excuse myself from the bed and head to go take a shower before dinner.

“If only you knew how in love with you I am y/n y/l/n, that that kiss wasn’t fake for me” Gerri sighs.

Gerri couldn’t believe her ears when you said you were willing to kiss her often to make this believable. She wasn’t lying when she said you were a great kisser. It was everything she hoped your first kiss with her would be, she felt as if she was floating on cloud nine right now.

Gerri brings her fingers up to her lips tracing where your lips had moved against her own, the way your mouth fitted perfectly against her own as if they were two puzzle pieces coming together. The way your tongue gilded with her, she felt embarrassed when she had moaned but you had only held on tighter and kissed her more passionately. Gerri’s heart was still pounding fast in her chest as she tried to come down from the euphoria you had brought her from one simple kiss.

Turns out Gerri had been in love with you since the first week of college but was too frightened to say anything in case it ruined your friendship. You were the woman who made Gerri realise that she was bisexual and she confided in her mother that she was in love with you.

It was why Gerri was always so affectionate with you, why she cuddled in your bed at night, how she would always sleep in your bed, why her mother was so happy for you two. It was why you were the first name she blurted out when she started this whole lie and Gerri guesses that she hopes by the end of it you will fall in love with her too.

Little did she know you already had and that this was about to become a very messy weekend.

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Ice skating and first kisses

Gerri Fields x Reader

Summary: You and your best friend go ice skating, what could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: none

Pronouns: not used || Word count: 648

Well, I have never been to New York, let alone to the Rockefeller Center. With that said, I apologize for any mistakes haha good reading!!!

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This is your first year living in New York. You moved here solely because of college, but you ended up liking the city way more than you thought you would.

The main person responsible for this was your roommate and best friend, Gerri Fields. The brunette was born in the city, and as soon as she found out that you were not from there, she made an oath to take you to all the best places.

And since you come from a place that never snows, she also swore to take you to the most cliché places this holiday season.

One of the stops was the Rockefeller Center. Gerri said that every New Yorker needed to go there on Christmas. You teased her that you were not a New Yorker, but you didn't object when she dragged you off-campus.

You found out very early on that snow is much colder than the movies and TV shows make it seem, and even with layers and layers of coats you still feel your bones chilling.

Gerri is well-wrapped too, but she seems to be handling the weather much better than you, and you are quite impressed.

The place is crowded, but the lights and decor are so beautiful that you don't even bother with the people around you.

You gaze in wonder at the surroundings, talking about everything that interests you with Gerri, and you barely notice when you are already on the ice rink.

Putting on the appropriate shoes, you complain once again during that week about this being a bad idea, saying that you had no idea how to ice skate. Gerri rolls her eyes, telling you to stop being a crybaby and hurry up.

For the first 30 minutes, you cling to the railing as if your life depended on it. Gerri is nothing but patient with you, and you feel very grateful for that.

As time goes by she convinces you to try to let go, and you slowly do so.

Keeping your balance is particularly tricky; you feel like your body is going to collapse on the floor at any moment. But Gerri helps you keep your balance, often by holding your hand or your waist. You can't tell if the rosiness on your cheeks is the result of your struggle or of her touch on you.

At some point, as you knew very well would happen, you end up off-balance, your feet twisting awkwardly.

In a desperate attempt to remain on your feet, you hold Gerri by the shoulders. The result is completely different than expected, however, and you both fall to the ground within seconds.

"I told you coming ice skating was not a good idea." You mumble in embarrassment, but the girl giggles amused at the whole situation.

"Why? You don't like this position?" she teases humorously, and you suddenly become hyperaware of her hands on your waist and yours on her shoulders.

With your cheeks on fire and slightly wide-eyed, you start babbling incoherent words, which only makes the girl under you laugh harder.

"You're so cute when you're flustered, Y/l/n." She says, a smug smile on her lips but a tender gleam in her eyes.

"Shut the fuck up." You mumble, looking away and missing the way she watches you lovingly. "Make me."

At the challenge, you return your gaze to her, and her eyebrows raised defiantly are all you need to lean in.

Gerri sighs when your lips meet hers. Maybe out of surprise, maybe because, as with you, her muscles instantly relax.

What matters is that she reciprocates in the next moment and you smile against her mouth as the butterflies in your stomach flutter excitedly.

Finally being able to take a step forward in your relationship with the girl you like was not in your plans, but you certainly would not complain about the early Christmas present.

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#Day 21: Showing them you're mine (Taylor Sloane x Reader)

And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

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romulussy · 2 years

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what are your favorite completely unjustified hcs about succ? mine is that roman is secretly a huge film buff who can talk for hours about specific directors and cinematographers, shiv knows every word to american pie, and tom was a varsity cheerleader in high school. also gerri is a closeted knitter, she has a revelry account. also also her daughters are both named like christina and samantha but they go by chris and sam just like how gerri has a more ‘masculine’ nickname

SHIV KNOWS EVERY WORD TO AMERICAN PIE. CHEERLEADER TOM FJDKDKS god these are good. i can so see gerri as a knitter actually (she does it to unwind / force herself not to work) and i love that hc for her daughters’ names. i do struggle to see rome as a film buff but 👀 im interested in what you think his preferences would be

as for my own.

caroline’s into competitive field shooting / precision rifle shooting. roman joined a rifle squad at military school & discovered he’s got a knack for it and it’s like a mother-son hobby now. that’s why he has her old field jacket.

connor failed art school but is actually fairly artistic. he likes to make his own stained glass.

tom has written self inset han solo x reader fanfiction.

shiv likes fucked up horror movies and always tried to make roman watch them with her when they were teens and would laugh at him for getting scared.

kendall has a sound cloud under a pseudonym with exactly 3 followers. although honestly this one is justified.

#ask #i KNOW i have more but my mind has gone completely blank

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gingiesworld · 4 months

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Unexpected Christmas

Gerri Fields x GN! Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Taglist : @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @the-ox-fan20 @ladyqueenxoxo @aemilia19 @wandaromamoff69 @mfd-101 @dorabledewdroop @marvelogic @dopeyouth @karsonromanoff

18+ MINORS DNI

As Christmas break was fast approaching, Gerri’s parents had been pressuring her to tell them about her love life, asking if she had any suitors and if whoever it was would come with her for Christmas. So that was how Gerri ended up pleading with Y/N in their dorm room.

“Please, they will not give up until I bring someone home with me.” Gerri begged as Y/N sighed.

“You could always just not go home.” They suggested as she shook her head. “What’s one christmas? Tell them you have a shit ton of work to get through before the next semester starts.”

“No!” She threw herself on their bed, looking up at them with her puppy dog eyes. “Please just come with me, you’re not doing anything for christmas so it could be fun for you.”

“Well, they might tell me some embarrassing stories of a younger Gerri Fields.” They teased as she swatted their chest, making them laugh at her cute pout. “Fine, I’ll come with you.”

“Thank you.” She jumped on them, wrapping her arms around their neck as she smothered their face in playful kisses, although they knew she would never see them as they saw her, it never stopped the butterflies erupting in their stomach.

Y/N was extremely nervous as they drove to Gerri’s childhood home, listening as she sang along to the radio.

“Don’t you forget about me.” She sang along to her favourite Simple Minds hit as they smiled. “I’ll be alone, dancing, you know it baby.”

“How far are we?” They asked her as they interrupted her performance.

“Only around 10 minutes now.” She told them as she smiled at the streets she grew up on, a sense of peace filling her until they pulled up outside of her parents house. “So, we know the story about us?” She questioned as they nodded.

“We’ll pull through this, ok?” They reassured her as they took her hand in theirs, a gentle smile on their face as she took a deep calming breath.

“Let’s do this.” She told them as they got out of the car, rushing to her side and opening the door. “You didn’t have to.” She told them as they smiled, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

“You want me to pretend right, this is me when I am in a relationship.” They told her as she blushed lightly, feeling their lips press against her skin. She watched as they soon got their bags from the trunk before leading them to the door. Sighing before she unlocked the door and being pressed by her parents.

“Mom, Dad, this is Y/N.” She introduced them as they shook both of her parents' hands.

“It’s nice to meet you both, Gerri has told me so much about you.” They told them with their charming smile.

“Go and put your bags in your room, and come and have some tea.” Kate told them both as the two nodded, they watched as Y/N carried all of the bags as they followed Gerri up the stairs. Once they were inside, she closed the door and sighed loudly, causing Y/N to look at her.

“What’s wrong?” They asked her softly as she shook her head.

“This was a stupid idea.” She whispered as they gave her a gentle smile. “A fucking bad idea.”

“Hey, we will get through this.” They told her softly as she just nodded. “Ok, I won’t leave you.” They reassured her before pulling her in for a hug.

Once the two had joined Kate and Danny in the living room, Y/N held Gerri’s hand on their own.

“So, how did you two meet?” Danny asked as he gestured between the two of them.

“College.” The two answered in unison.

“We were paired for a project on our music course and we did a number.” Gerri started.

“So you play guitar?” He cut in as he pointed at Y/N.

“I do sir, and the piano.” They answered him.

“Double threat.” Kate mumbled to Danny who hid his smile. “So tell us about your family.” Kate asked them as Gerri glared at her mom.

“You don’t have to.” Gerri told them as they gave her a small smile.

“It’s ok.” They reassured her. “My parents died while I was just starting high school, my brother and I were put into the system and well, I don’t know where he is right now since they split us up.”

“I’m so sorry.” Danny spoke sincerely. “We didn’t mean to pry.”

“It’s ok.” They shook their head. “You want to know the person who is possibly going to be Gerri’s life partner, it’s completely understandable.”

“Why don’t you two go and relax while Danny and I start on dinner.” Kate told them as Gerri decided to drag Y/N out of the house for a walk around the neighborhood.

“I’m so sorry about that.” Gerri started as she walked beside Y/N. Soon stopping when they held her hand.

“It’s ok.” They told her. “They just wanted to know the person who they let into their home.”

“But.” She tried as they shook their head.

“It’s fine.” They told her before they continued their walk. Gerri telling them as much as she could about her childhood and growing up.

Christmas Eve, Y/N was helping Danny cook hot dogs and burgers on the grill, the two just conversing before he decided to ask them a serious question.

“Do you see a future with my daughter?” He asked them as they nodded.

“I do, sir.” They answered him honestly. “From the moment I first saw her, I knew that I needed to know her, be her friend and maybe be her everything if she would let me.”

“You love her.” He observed as they nodded, feeling relief as they spoke their true feelings.

“I do, I guess it’s from the moment I looked into her eyes and heard her laugh for the first time.” They told him.

“Have you told her?” He asked them as they shook their head no. “You should tell her. You only live once.”

“Y/N, can you help me?” Gerri popped her head outside which they just nodded, following her out onto the front porch.

“What’s up?” They asked her as she closed the door.

“I heard.” She spoke shakily. “Everything you just said, did you mean it?” She asked them as they remained silent. “I need to know if you meant it or if it was all pretend.”

“I meant it.” They told her. “I meant every word Gerri. You’re my best friend and I have been in love with you for as long as I can remember.” They sighed as they took a nervous step closer. “I guess everyday that I have spent with you has made me fall more and more.”

Gerri stepped before them, cupping their face as she looked up into their eyes. Slowly leaning in before she spoke.

“I love you too.” She told them before closing the gap, kissing them intensely as their arms wrapped around her waist. The two finally felt at peace and neither needing to dance around their feelings.

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gingiesworld · 7 months

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Perfect (Kinktober)

Gerri Fields x GN! Reader

Warnings: Smut. Virgin Gerri. Amab! Reader

Taglist: @bababaka @natashaswife4125

18+ MINORS DNI

Heading off to college is a scary thing to most, especially when you're headed to a different college to your best friend since childhood. Gerri had settled into her dorm within the week, with countless phonecalls from her mom since she had arrived. That was also when she noticed that an old friend who she had drifted apart from wandering the halls.

"I see you still play." Gerri stated as she caught up to them, taking note of the drumsticks in their back pocket.

"Gerri?" They questioned as she nodded with a shy smile. "Wow, it has been ages."

"Well, technically a few months but who's counting." She teased as they chuckled lightly. "How have you been?" She asked them as the two walked across campus.

"I have been great, how about you? How was your summer?" They asked her as she nodded with a tight lipped smile.

"It was eventful, that's for sure." She told them.

"I heard about your dad." They told her. "My mom was there at his funeral. I'm sorry I couldn't come as I was at my dad's. You know the whole custody agreement."

"That's ok." She waved them off as they both approached a coffee cart. Y/N ordered two flat whites, not knowing exactly what Gerri's poison is just yet. "I had Lillie there with me and my mom."

"She is a strong woman." Y/N stated as they handed her the warm beverage. "Just like her daughter." Gerri blushed slightly as she took a sip of her drink, trying to avoid their eyes as old feelings came rushing back.

"Thank you." She whispered before they walked her back to her dorm, a promise of seeing each other open as the two finished their day's with smiles on their faces.

As the weeks went on and classes became more and more demanding. Y/N had also had more band practice which they had invited Gerri to tag along. As much as Gerri was nervous to be around other people she has no idea about, she was excited to be near Y/N once more.

"Who is this pretty lady?" Terrence questioned as he leaned on his mic stand as Y/N soon wrapped their arms around her waist, already sensing her uncomfortable state.

"This is Gerri, a really good friend of mine and she is off limits." Y/N pointed to each of them as they soon sat on their stool as Gerri stood at the side. Watching as they soon started to play one of their warm up covers.

Gerri couldn't help but feel a certain way as she watched the sweat soon drip from their form as they hit the drums to the perfect rhythm of the song. The concentration on their face as to make sure not to make a mistake which could cost them dearly.

As they soon changed into one of their own songs, Gerri's heart skipped a beat when Y/N also started to sing their line as they looked at the green eyed girl to the side. This brought out a whole new view of the friend she used to have when she was younger and in high school.

The goofy kid who had braces and acne had had the most incredible glow up she had ever seen and she wanted them. She wanted them to make her their's. To be her first time.

"What did you think?" Y/N asked her once they stood before her, she looked up with a dumbfounded look on their face as they smirked at her.

"I. Wow." She breathed out as she looked over the sweat dripping from them before they soon took her hands, leading her outside as they became concerned as she was flushed.

"Are you ok Gerri?" They asked her as she could only nod before taking their lips in hers. Groaning, they pushed her up against the wall beside the fire exit as their hands held her hips as she had her arms around their neck.

"Take me." She whispered as seductively as she could. "I want you to be my first." She told them as they just nodded, not bothering to tell their bandmates they were leaving as they led her back to their dorm.

Once they had closed the door, Gerri looked them in the eye as she stripped her clothes as Y/N made sure their door was locked. Stepping forward as she shed her clothes before she started to remove their sweaty clothes.

"Are you sure?" They asked her as she just nodded with her bottom lip between her teeth.

"I want this. I want you to be my first Y/N." She told them as her hands rested flat against their chest. They then captured her lips in a tender kiss before leading her to their bed, laying her down gently before continuing their kisses. Pulling back slightly to gaze into her green orbs.

"You are ethereal." They whispered before they started to kiss her neck. "Can I ask you something." She just nodded as her hands held their shoulders, caressing their skin. "Do you want this to be more than a one time thing because I don't think I can do a one time thing with you Ger."

"I want this to be more than that." She whispered before Y/N leaned in and kissed her once more. Their hands caressing her sides as she wrapped her arms around their shoulders and her legs around their waist. Her hips rolling against their own as their length unintentionally slipped inside. "Fuck." Gerri hissed at the stinging sensation before Y/N started to thrust slowly. Soon enough her moans of pain turned into sounds of pleasure as Y/N kept going at a slow and steady pace.

They moved their other hand between their bodies to circle her clit, helping her reach her climax as they sucked on her neck. Gerri was in a stated of pure euphoria as she let go, seeing stars as her legs trembled before they soon pulled out and finished on her stomach.

"That was." She whispered breathlessly as they smiled softly as she regained her composure.

"You're perfect." They whispered before kissing her softly. Gerri watched as they moved away and disappeared into the bathroom, returning with a damp cloth in their hands as she watched them clean her up with love and care. The butterflies in her stomach were going insane at the simple gesture.

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gingiesworld · 8 months

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Would You Touch Me?

Pairing: Gerri Fields x GN! Reader

Warnings : Smut. Virgin Gerri. Stoner Reader. Fingering (Gerri recieving)

18+ MINORS DNI

Taglist: @ginnsbaker CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR JOB BUDDY. YOU'RE GONNA KILL IT!!

College life was a whole different story for Gerri, especially being at NYU. Her roommates had told her that there was a college party happening off campus. One of the frat houses are hosting a party. Just a back to school type of thing for the students after the holidays.

Gerri wandered through the house, hoping to find a brief moment of peace. That was when she heard music completely different to what is playing downstairs. So she knocked before walking inside.

"What are you doing here?" They as Gerri stood in the doorway. Unable to tear her eyes away from them.

"My uh roommate dragged me here." She stuttered out as YN smiled at her.

"Parties aren't your thing either." They questioned as she shook her head. "Lock the door." She gave them a questioning look. "I don't want anyone else in here."

"Do you want me to leave?" She asked them as they smirked at her blushing state.

"If you want to leave." They said as they looked among their shelves of vinyls, looking for an album. "Do you like The Replacements?"

"Yes." She whispered as she locked the door but remained stood up.

"You can sit you know." They told her. "I'm Y/N by the way."

"Gerri." She told them as they soon joined her on the bed. Grabbing their box before rolling one.

"Have you ever smoked before?" They asjed her. She answered with a shake of her head. As much as her parents seemed like hippies, she never had a joint before. "Would you like to try?"

"Yes." She whispered, watching as their tongue brushed lightly over the gum strip before finishing the joint. She found herself drawn to watch their lips. Watching as they placed the roach between their lips before they lit it. Exhaling through their nose.

"Just don't take a deep drag." They told her as they placed the roach between her lips. Watching as she took a small drag before she had coughed slightly. "Good girl." They husked before taking a long one themselves. As they smoked, giving Gerri the occasional drag, not too much for her to be completely stoned. "You know you have beautiful eyes."

"What?" She laughed as the two lay side by side on the bed.

"You do." They told her. "Such a unique shade of green."

"Shut up." She blushed as they watched her intently. Her eyes soon locking onto hers.

"Can I kiss you?" They asked as Gerri gulped. "I would like to kiss you Gerri." They whispered as they brushed hair from her face. Her hand finding their wrist as they gazed into her eyes, waiting for her permission. That was when Gerri leaned in, capturing their lips and kissing them softly. As the kiss went on, Y/N found themselves hovering above her, the kiss had deepened as their tongues danced in unison. She wrapped her arms around their neck, practically pulling them on top of her.

As soon as she felt their growing bulge, she rolled her hips up making them groan. The two became panting messes as she tried to get herself off from underneath them. They pulled apart to look into her eyes before speaking.

"We don't have to go this far." They told her as she ran her hands over her face, hoping to calm her flustered.

"I know." She whispered. "It's just that I'm a virgin."

"That's ok." They told her softly. "That is pretty admirable."

"You think so?" Shs questioned.

"Of course I do." They told her.

"Would you touch me?" She asked them as they smiled at her, leaning down to kiss her once more. She gasped as they played with her nipples through her shirt. Soon kissing and sucking her neck as Gerri moaned.

"Take it off." Y/N told her as they played with the fabric off her shirt. She lifted it over her head as Y/N smiled softly at her, kissing her once more as their hands wandered over her bare stomach. "You are gorgeous." They whispered as Gerri sighed when they wrapped their lips around one of her nipples, sucking softly as their hand moved to between her thighs. Applying pressure against her jean covered core, causing Gerri to buck her hips. They soon unbuttoned her jeans as their hand made their way inside. Pushing her underwear to the side as they gathered her wetness before they rubbed on her clit.

They pulled back to watch as she moaned, studying how her body had reacted to their touch. When they inserted a finger, her mouth was agape, moans spilling from her lips as they thrust in at a steady pace. Loving the feeling of her wrapped around their fingers. Soon adding another and curling them, hitting her g spot make her arch her back. They watched as her face contorted into one of pleasure.

"Let go for me." They husked in her ear before kissing her neck softly. Loving the feeling of her skin, already growing addicted to her moans. When she moaned lewdly, cumming over their fingers. Y/N watched as she soon calmed down.

"What about you?" She questioned as they shook their head no.

"Let me get to know you more. Date you if you'd like." They told her as they wiped their hand on the sheets.

"I'd like that." She whispered before pulling them in for a kiss. Being grateful to her roommate for dragging her here in the first place. Finding the person who would change her life for the best.

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gingiesworld · 7 months

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Buddy angst with happy ending.. Taylor or Gerri

Be My First

Gerri Fields x GN! Reader

Warning: Angst but a happy ending.

18+ MINORS DNI

Y/N had lost everyone they had ever loved in one fell swoop, even being took in by Kate and Danny when they were still in high school after having no other family in the state. So they had had a friend in Gerri as they recovered from the car accident. They became Gerri's test audience to her music which they loved the sound of her voice. They found it soothing and they would never get tired of hearing her sing. Pretty much soon enough falling for the girl.

Even during the last summer they had spent there, they had a job and decided to help with some of the repairs around the Field's residence even though they were afraid to step foot into their old home.

They were there for them all when Danny passed away that summer too. Although Kate tried to stop Y/N from donating anything of their earnings to help towards funeral costs, they never backed down.

But the moment they heard about the fight between Lily and Gerri and how this guy, David was the cause of Gerri's heartbreak. They went straight to him, anger coursing through their veins as they approached him on the basketball court with Lily.

"Hey!" They called out to the two. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You lead on my friend and she thinks she has a chance with you and you." They turned to Lily. "You're supposed to be her best friend and you screw her over just like that."

"It never meant to happen." Lily started as David put his hand up to stop her from talking.

"It's none of your business kid." He told them as they scoffed. "What and who I do is none of your business."

"It becomes my business when it is someone I care about." They told him with a swing of their fist, connecting with David's jaw. Before Lily coupd stop it, he tackled them to the ground and punched them as hard as he could. Y/N soon managed to get out of his hold and kneed him in the crown jewels, sending him rolling on his front as he groaned in pain.

"What the fuck!" Lily yelled as she got on her knees to comfort David.

"Gerri needs you Lily." Y/N told her softly. "Not me. She needs her best friend." With that they left the court. Lily knew they were right in Gerri needing her, especially with the loss of her father.

That was the moment Y/N decided they should move out of the Field's residence and move back home. Although they remained there for them all, but not so much more for Gerri.

But the moment she had found out what they had done, she soon made her way to their home. Banging on their door.

"Y/N! I know you're in there!" She yelled as she continued to bang on the door. Y/N groaned as they got up from the sofa, stretching as they made their way to the door to open it to an angry Gerri.

"Hello." They greeted her as she stepped inside.

"Don't hello me." She told them sternly. "Why would you interfere in my relationships? Hell, why did you beat up David?"

"Lily told you?" They questioned as Gerri chuckled dryly.

"Of course she did. She told me at my dad's funeral, which you weren't even at!" She poked their chest as they sighed.

"I was there." They told her. "I paid my respects to your family and well, you were busy with Lily and I didn't want to interrupt the two of you."

"You could have still came to me." She told them as they shook their head with a soft smile.

"You need your best friend more than you need me." They started to fix the comforter on the sofa and move the pillow to the cupboard.

"I need you too Y/N." Gerri told them as her shoulders deflated. "I guess I was too hung up on the deal I made with Lily and then the two of us fighting over David that I never realised that what I needed was right in front of me."

"What was the deal?" Y/N asked her as they moved to the kitchen.

"To lose our virginity before college." She told them as she followed them. Taking the bottle of water from their grasp.

"You shouldn't just throw that away with someone who couldn't care about your feelings." They told her with a tender gaze. "Your first time should be special. Memorable even and with someone who would do anything to make the experience as comfortable, safe and loving as it happens. Someone who loves you with every fibre of their being." Gerri listened as they spoke, the butterflies in her stomach going wild as she gazed into their eyes.

"Then be my first." She whispered as Y/N looked at her, shocked by her bold words. "I want you to be my first. Hell, you should be the one to kiss me and speak sweet nothings to me everyday. You should be the one who has me. Mind, body and soul."

"I will be your first." They told her as they stepped closer, caressing her cheek as she looked up at them. "But not right now. Not this week because I want to do this right. I want to take you out on dates. Support you at your shows. Shower you with love, affection and gifts. You deserve to be treated as such because you are amazing Gerri and I would be the luckiest person alive to have you by my side through everything."

And with that, she sealed the new chapter with a kiss, loving and passionate as she sighed at the contact. Her whole being was electrified and well aware of Y/N's hands that had now moved to her hips. Squeezing and caressing as the kiss deepened as she wrapped her arms around their neck, keeping their body as close as she could. Her mind was full with every thought that was Y/N. Her every fibre craved their touch. Her heart belonged to them and she never realised soon enough, but she was ready for a lifetime of love and safety in the arms of her person.

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wndaswife · 10 months

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Hi if your requests are open :) I saw you write for Gerri Fields and THANK YOU BECAUSE THERE IS LITERALLY NO FICS OF HER(Favourite Lizzie character)

But I was wondering if I could request a fic! So basically R and Gerri are together but it’s just fluff and banter! Gerri Invites Reader over to the party her parents are throwing and Gerri is just trying to sneak away with R until Gerri’s family keep calling them back?

If you can’t do this request it’s no problem thank you for taking the time to read it anyways :) I love your fics and I hope you have an amazing Day/Night

baby steps | gerri fields & fem!reader

It’s the first official night you’re spending together as girlfriends, but neither you nor Gerri can find enough peace to get each other alone.

Word count: 2845

Tags: fluff, humour, suggestive language, cute little gays trying doing their cute little gay things, ft. gerri’s chaotic family

A/N: yeah i totally get that!! i really love gerri too so im really glad you enjoy reading my fics ab her as much as i love writing them <3 thanks for requesting this!!

“Did you bring your laptop?”

You dug through your bag and carefully pulled your laptop out before setting it down on Gerri’s bed.

“The charger?” she asked.

You answered, “Yeah.”

Tonight was the first night you were spending with Gerri now that you were dating. You’d been best friends with each other since the first year of high school and there’d been likely hundreds of sleepovers before, but there was a bit of an unspoken excitement between the two of you tonight.

Over the past three weeks, you’d been getting to know the roommate you’d be moving in with in September, and last week you went to one of her parties a city away with Gerri.

For your future roommate, it was a farewell party for her thrown a bit earlier in the summer because one of her best friends was going to be travelling to Armenia with not enough time to have a big party like they wanted once they came back — so they celebrated in July.

For you and Gerri, it was a chance to get out of the neighbourhood you’ve always known around the people you’ve always known, and the both of you were rather excited to get out for a while because you’d be staying there overnight due to how long the drive was, and neither of you, including your roommate, wanted you travelling that far so late into the night.

Maybe it was just how overwhelming the night was or how different things were there, but you ended up leaving the party to take a walk around the neighbourhood with Gerri. You walked around together talking about things you liked about home and all the memories you shared together from years ago — old crushes, old friends, each other.

Wrapped up in the warm feeling of nostalgia and sharing in each other’s sole company, it was Gerri who kissed you first, who took your hand and cupped your cheek and pulled you close. But it was you who then had her back against a nearby tree, hugging her around the waist and running your hands through her hair, taking your best friend as yours for the first time.

It didn’t seem like things were all too different now that you were together. It felt like that was a testament to how close the two of you have always been, and how long-developed the love for each other had been growing until one night it just had to give.

So although neither of you had outright said it, tonight was a bit of a milestone.

Both of you were determined to be able to spend time alone together, to delve into the depths of your relationship that’d been waiting patiently for your exploration — waiting for years. Now you didn’t have to look at each other and feel the soft stirring deep within your chests at the sight of one another and attribute all of it to simply being close friends.

Now, you could feel what you’d always felt for one another and do it all as girlfriends.

“Toothbrush?”

You searched through the smaller bag that you put aside for your toiletries.

“No, I forgot it,” you replied with a wince. “Shit.”

Gerri waved her hand dismissively. “Okay,” she said. “It’s fine, we have an extra and you can use the toothpaste I have.”

“Orrr,” you drawled as you crept up to your girlfriend while she dug through the linen closet in the hallway for an extra toothbrush, “I could just use yours.”

She laughed and pushed you off of her with her hand on your shoulder when you wrapped your arms around her waist from behind. “That’s disgusting,” she said.

“I read in an article that the healthiest relationships share stuff, you know — shampoo, clothes, toothbrushes.”

“Oh, yeah?” she asked and raised an eyebrow, closing the linen closet with a new toothbrush in her hand as you followed her back into her bedroom. “Where’d you read that? Bullshit-dot-org?”

You sat down on her bed with a dramatic huff and rubbed your palms against her soft sheets.

“You’re not being very romantic right now,” you teased and watched as she set the toothbrush down on your bag.

The corner of Gerri’s mouth twitched upwards and she repressed a tiny smirk as she walked over to you so you were looking up at her. “Not being romantic enough?” she asked. She slid her knee between your legs and with a hand on your shoulder, carefully pushed you back so she could lean over you.

Leaning down further while your back was now flat on her bed, Gerri hooked her fingers around the collar of your shirt and tugged down so she could kiss your exposed collarbone, making you shudder.

She was so gentle.

Until last week, you’ve never known Gerri like this before, but you’d be lying if you said you’d never thought about how gentle her hands would be on your body or how her soft lips would feel like on yours.

She was more adventurous than you imagined, often taking the initiative to slip herself on top of you and bury you in intimate, warm kisses. It always made you rather flustered because prior to the first time you were underneath her, you had no idea how much passion had been resting within her.

You haven’t had sex together yet, but just thinking about it made you lightheaded.

“What do you know about romance?” she taunted, and you could see from the corner of your eyes how she looked up at you from the crook of your neck with a grin.

You stuttered and cleared your throat before finally being able to say, “I know… a little.”

“Tell me,” Gerri said, her fingers inching up your hip underneath your shirt, still preoccupied with pressing soft ghosting kisses up your neck.

Your brain completely short circuited and you pathetically answered, “I can send you the article.”

Gerri’s laugh escaped her in a sharp exhale of breath against your neck and she raised her head to laugh. “You fucking idiot,” she said and lifted her hand that was under your shirt to slap your side.

The weight she had on your chest made it hard for you to laugh and you had to turn onto your side and let out a wheeze-like laugh.

A knock came at the bedroom door and Gerri straightened while you struggled between slowly-subsiding giggles to move onto your elbows.

Gerri’s mom opened the door and peeked her head inside. “Are you both ready?” she asked.

“Yep!” you answered and sat up properly. “And I hope you don’t mind, but I forgot my toothbrush and Gerri gave me one of the extra ones in the linen closet.”

“That’s fine, honey,” Kate replied with a friendly smile. She then entered her daughter’s bedroom and began tinkering around with the things on Gerri’s desk idly while she spoke.

“Should I be worried about the two of you?” she asked and side-eyed the both of you inconspicuously.

Your girlfriend gave you an unknowing look before asking, “What?”

“I mean the two of you…” Kate pressed then leaned back against the desk. She pressed the sides of her index fingers together. “College students. Dating. Sleeping in the same room.”

Gerri’s face immediately turned red and she quickly walked over to her mom and pulled her from the desk before urging her out of the room.

“Ger, I’m a very accepting woman and I love that you’re dating Y/N, but–”

She was cut off when she was pushed out of the bedroom.

“Keep the door open!” Kate tried to squeeze in before Gerri shut the door in her face and promptly locked it.

Over the next hour, guests began filling the house to celebrate Danny’s birthday while you and Gerri stayed up in her bedroom snacking on liquorice and caramel M&Ms.

When parties happened at Gerri’s for Kate, the crowd was mostly filled with laidback wine moms, but when parties were filled with mostly Danny’s coworkers and friends, parties were lively and a bit loud and full of overly-excited drunks — himself included.

But once the scent of barbecue from the backyard started travelling up to Gerri’s room, neither of you could hold back waiting until you could sneak out and get some food without being noticed.

Maybe you should’ve gone out earlier when there weren’t as many people, but you both easily lost track of time when Gerri started playing you a bunch of new songs she was trying to learn on her guitar; after each song, at least one of you would keep saying that you had time for her to play just one more before you went downstairs to get food.

As if trekking through dangerous terrain, Gerri went downstairs first while you followed behind slowly. She mapped out the backyard and spotted the table set up with food.

In the driveway, a few cars shut their doors and Gerri pulled you out to the back with her so you could both quickly fill your plates before the next wave of guests filed into the backyard.

Wordlessly, she gave you a plate and a fork and an empty cup so you could make quick work of bringing the food and drinks up to her bedroom.

Chatter went on in the background and Gerri listened in on the conversation to keep herself aware of whether she or you were yet detected.

Once you finished filling your plates, Gerri put her hand on your upper back and urged you forward. She whispered in your ear beyond clenched teeth, “Hurry, hurry.”

“Oh! Ladies!” Kate called out to both of you and hurried over to grab Gerri’s hand.

“Mom…” she hissed quietly, trying to protest without making too much of a fuss lest she bring about more attention to the both of you.

Though you weren’t pulled back with her, you didn’t want to leave Gerri outside alone so you stuck around too and followed behind your girlfriend while she was pulled back into the depths of the precarious backyard.

Ignoring her daughter’s complaints, Kate turned around and introduced her to the guests who just stepped into the backyard with dishes of food in their hands.

“Have you met my daughter Gerri?” she asked them and placed a hand on her back, urging her forward subtly.

“Hi,” Gerri greeted, and you could hear her response grit out of her as if her throat had suddenly become the texture of a cheese grater.

She chatted a little with Kate and Danny’s mutual friends, and from the corner of your eye you could see Danny approaching.

You bit the inside of your cheek and looked over to Gerri, who also noticed her father approaching before quickly becoming impatient, evident in the way she began running her fingernail along the side of her paper plate anxiously.

“Oh, heavens,” Kate said and reached back to then wrap an arm around you and pull you forward. “We’re completely ignoring Y/N.”

A brief wordless exchange of desperation was shared between you and Gerri’s eyes when she caught sight of you being pulled in front of her.

Kate rubbed her hand against your upper arm and introduced you: “This is Y/N — Gerri’s girlfriend.”

“Mom!” whined Gerri as she tugged at her mom’s sleeve to keep her quiet. Her face looked flushed and she avoided eye contact with you, and it seemed to you that she felt flustered and embarrassed and you thought it was really cute.

You subtly bumped your knuckle against her hand and she smiled at you shyly.

“What?” Kate asked cluelessly, looking between the both of you. “Gerri, honey, we all support you here. Don’t be shy. It’s not nice to exclude your girlfriend from things.”

“We’re so proud of the two of them,” Danny said and wrapped his arms around both you and Gerri, pulling the both of you into a side hug. “We always worried some heartbreaker would come in and swoop our sweet girl away from us, but we struck gold by having Y/N join our family. We’ve always considered her as one of our own.”

His words nearly nestled within you with great sentiment and warmth and you parted your lips to thank him graciously before he added, “You know, my best friend in high school was gay.”

Gerri groaned and pushed her dad away before taking your wrist and dragging you back inside, hot steam practically fuming out of her ears.

Danny shook his fists in the air happily. “I love the gays!” he then exclaimed to which several of his friends also cheered.

Daytime drinking was no joke.

When you finally got back into the house together and were passing the living room, three of Gerri’s much-younger cousins that just started playing Mario Kart on the Switch turned around and cheered together with bright smiles, “Hi, Gerri’s girlfriend!”

“Her name is Y/N,” Kate called across the kitchen as she was bringing in an empty pitcher of water to refill.

Gerri’s head snapped back around to scowl at her mother who she just couldn’t seem to get away from.

“Hi, Y/N!” her cousins corrected, still waving cheerfully.

You smiled back and waved, “Hello, Gerri’s cousins.”

They found that a little funny for whatever reason and their giggles made you laugh.

“Why can’t you guys just mind your own business and play your stupid game?” Gerri angrily snapped at them and pulled you upstairs by the wrist.

Peering over your girlfriend’s shoulder as she led you back upstairs, you exchanged one more wave with her cousins who were still smiling at you from the living room.

When the two of you finally got back to her bedroom, Gerri locked her door and told you that neither of you were to open it if someone knocked, and if needed she’d talk to whoever was outside only through the closed door.

After that rule was sternly set, the both of you changed into more comfortable clothes as you weren’t planning on going back out any further than the kitchen for the rest of the night.

While sitting at her desk together eating with a show playing on her laptop, you mixed a bite of a caramel M&M with a bite of steak to prove to her that chocolate and meat did indeed mix together well.

You opened your mouth to show her but didn’t even get half a second into it before her hand landed right on your face and she pushed you back.

“You’re so gross,” she laughed and handed you her water bottle, still convinced that it tasted horrendous together. But you pushed forward after you swallowed and nuzzled your nose against her cheek.

Feeling suddenly sentimental in the cool air of her bedroom doing nothing but spending time together like you always had as friends and now as girlfriends, you hugged her tight and spoke against her cheek, “You’re my best friend, Gerri.”

She set her water bottle down and turned her head so she could look at you. “You’re mine too,” she said and smiled happily.

Sometimes when it came suddenly without either of you really thinking about it, kissing each other often made you both feel a bit stunned afterwards for just a second or two like how it felt just then when she kissed you.

It was something to get used to — the fact that you could kiss each other now.

A part of you hoped neither of you would ever get used to it though, because you loved seeing Gerri look away from you afterwards while her cheeks were flushed a soft pink, and how much wider her smile got when you kissed her again while she was still feeling a bit shy.

When the two of you got tired, you laid in bed together with Gerri’s arms wrapped around your body hugging you securely from behind, her chin resting atop your head. She played with your fingers idly while you continued to watch your show together on her laptop.

Eventually, you could tell from the sound of her breathing that she was beginning to fall asleep and although she told you she could stay up for a little longer, you convinced her to sleep when you turned around and laid her head against your chest. She told you that she’d wake up later so you didn’t have to end the night off so early and that she was only taking a small nap.

You kept your fingers slowly massaging the back of her head so she didn’t have to try keeping herself awake, and so the next time Gerri woke up was early in the morning with the soft light from her desk still on and your warm arms still wrapped around her body while you slept.

Your first night spent together as lovers, albeit initially frenzied, ended up being nothing less than perfect.

But what was your friendship with Gerri if not a bit chaotic from time to time?

That was how you liked it, anyway.

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