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Crazier • Pt. 3

pairing: mcu!peter parker x reader

a/n: ITS FINALLY HERE omg I loved writing this series so much i had a blast. thank you for everyone who was asking me about part 3 because it felt amazing knowing you enjoyed it as much as me😭💕💕 i hope you enjoy !! (beware, she is long)

warnings: some angst thrown in here and there, fluff (later), mentions of breakups, mentions of cheating, very very brief mention of suicide ( someone mentions and old author who offed themselves), me not knowing anything about theater (I apologize in advance), glitter

read part 1 here & part 2 , masterlist

"And when we got the chair, Brad made me sit in it and he pushed me around the whole school!" You were telling Spider-Man about your day, and as always, he listened politely, only chiming every now and then.

"Wow, you and this Brad guy sure did a lot together today, huh?" He said, and even with the voice changer, you could tell he sounded a bit off. "I mean yeah! He's a great guy, way cooler than I originally thought.” You told him, making him grind his teeth hard, not that you saw that.

"Actually I'm a little upset that the play is about to come to an end." Your voice gets a little softer as you confess what's been on your mind today. "The rehearsals have been a blast, and the people are amazing and it's been such a good distraction from everything. I'm really sad to see it go," you looked down at your hands.

Peter took one look at your expression and knew there was something else you weren't telling him. "Well what kinds of things do you need a distraction from?" he asked carefully.

"Um," you looked anywhere but at him, "well, my parents have been fighting a lot lately and it's just been really hard to be around the house, everything's so tense."

His lips parted but nothing came out. He knew about your parents, of course, whenever things got bad you'd always run over to his place to hang out. But now you couldn't do that anymore, so you were just looking for any way to avoid coming home for as long as you could.

"And of course, there's that whole breakup." you continued. "But I've been pretty good at ignoring that so far, and I think that's just the way I'll keep going." You drummed your fingers on your thigh as you stared into nothing.

"Do you really think that's the best way to go about it?" He asked hesitantly. "Maybe you shouldn't just completely ignore something like that."

You gave him a questioning look, "And why wouldn't I want to forget about it? Isn't that what you're supposed to do eventually after a breakup?"

"Yeah, eventually," he repeated, "but wasn't that relationship a big part of you? Ignoring everything isn't gonna make all your feelings go away. You have to face your emotions, embrace them, and go through the motions before moving on."

He hated that you seemed to be fine all of a sudden. That you were getting so close with this Brad guy all of a sudden. It might've been selfish, but Peter didn't wanna see you moving on just yet, he still had a tiny hope in the back of his brain that you might take him back if he waited till just the right time. But the more you kept talking, the more that tiny hope diminished.

You snorted, "Ok Dr. Spider-Man, I'm not sure a guy running around New York in a bright onesie is qualified to give out relationship advice, but you do you.”

He couldn't help but let out a laugh. "I'll let you know I give out great relationship advice and I'm not wearing a onesie," he huffed. "It's a super suit."

That just made you laugh harder, "Yeah, sure, whatever dude."

"So you and your team won?" he asked. He wasn't about to waste the only time in the day when he got to speak with you being jealous. He was gonna keep this conversation going. Try his best to give you what he never could as Peter.

"Yes!" you beamed. "Oh and look," you scrambled around looking for the crown you had received after you won. You had brought it up with you just so you could show him.

You put it on and straightened your posture, "We were rewarded with these fabulous crowns.”

Spider-Man let out a loud laugh. "Wow, you look like true royalty."

"Don't I?" you grinned. "I always wanted to be a princess when I grew up, so this is very fitting for me." You tapped the crown lightly and grinned at him.

Peter was sure he was grinning like a lovesick idiot. He remembered you telling him this, your crazy childhood dream during one of your late-night talks. He truly believed that if anyone in this whole world were some kind of royalty, it would be you.

“Just like Rapunzel.” He murmured. Your head perked up at that. “Oh my god,” you rush, “YES! Holy shit! She was my absolute favorite as a kid, how'd you know that?”

He fumbles a little but quickly finds himself. “You were humming ‘I See The Light’ a couple days ago. It was an educated guess.” You can hear the grin in his voice. “Glad to know I got it right though.”

You laughed a little and settled back down. “Dude, I'm not kidding. I used to eat yellow flowers as a kid 'cause I thought they’d give me magic hair.”

At that, Peter loses his mind. He’s cracking up and you're joining in beside him. This, he thinks to himself. This is what he’s been missing. This is how things should be. He can't help himself, the words are leaving his mouth before he can even gather his thoughts.

“So what about your ex? How’ve things been going with him?” Nice going dumbass. She's never gonna wanna talk with you again if you keep mentioning her ex-boyfriend.

You looked at him weirdly and started twisting the ring on your finger. “Why do you wanna know?”

“I-just I…” he scratched the back of his neck, “Well actually, I'm going through a breakup too, right now, and I guess…I don't know, hearing you talk about it, about him, makes me feel less alone.”

Peter Parker feels like shit. He feels like a total asshole. And yet, he doesn't feel bad enough to stop, to come clean. Not yet at least. He tried making himself feel better by thinking, ‘Well it's not a lie. I am going through a breakup. She just doesn't know with who.’

You stared up at him, shocked. He never shared anything about himself. Not a thing. You two joked back and forth but you were usually the one sharing personal issues (or triumphs, like today). You start to wonder what his personal life looks like. He can't be that much older than you from what you can tell by his sense of humor and some of his references. This man, no, boy, who spends practically all his time running around one of the most popular cities in the world, saving lives and changing them, is going through a breakup. And he’s currently sitting on a rooftop with you and talking about it.

You blew out a long breath. “If Spider-Man can’t find love, none of us stand a chance.”

He let out a soft laugh at that. “Ah, I wouldn't say that. I definitely have my fair share of flaws. And then some.”

You shake your head, “I'm sure the good outweighs the bad. I mean, come on,” you gestured towards him.

He laughed again. “So tell me, you still see him every day, right?

You nodded, deciding that if this made him feel less alone, you could do this.

“Is it hard?”

You shrugged, “Honestly, I have no idea. I’ve been avoiding him like the plague. I’ve only run into him once and it was when me and another friend went to grab ice cream at our old hangout spot. I couldn’t look at him. I haven’t spoken to him since everything and I don’t really want to. Not anytime soon.”

He sighed. Of course, you didn’t wanna speak to him as Peter. He’d totally fucked you over, he’s lucky he found any kind of loophole at all because he really doesn’t think he can handle not speaking completely.

“How do you think he feels?” He has no clue where the question came from but now that he’s asked, he can’t help the curiosity bubbling in him.

You run a hand through your hair and sigh, “I have no idea. One second he’s avoiding eye contact in the school hallway and the next, he’s staring daggers at me in an ice cream shop. He’s weird.”

Spider-Man chuckled lightly, “Yeah, he sounds like he is.”

“Do you see your ex a lot?” You hope he doesn’t see it as prying, you just want to see how similar your situations are.

“Yeah, actually, I do.” He nods but says nothing else.

“Is it hard?” You ask softly.

He nods again, keeping his eyes low. “Crazy hard. Especially when I know everything is my fault.”

“Do you think she’d ever forgive you?” He only shrugged. “Do you want her to forgive you?”

He looks up at you, “Would you ever forgive your ex? After whatever it is that he did, I mean.”

You took a moment to think. “I don’t know. I think it’s different. I mean, I don’t know what happened between you guys, but I think with Peter and I, I think he was starting to lose interest.”

He can feel his heart drop. “What? Why would you say that?”

“Yeah,” you continued, not taking notice of the spider slightly freaking out beside you, “he just stopped caring. Stopped showing up, and stopped listening. If I didn’t know any better I’d actually think he’d cheated on me.”

“No way! I mean-,” he cleared his throat a little, trying not to sound as anxious as he felt, “Do you… do you actually that he did? Cheated, I mean. Do you seriously think he cheated on you?”

Please say no, please say no, please say-

“No, of course not,” you told him honestly. “Peter’s a lot of things, but he’s not a cheater. I’d accuse him of that.” You paused for a moment. “But there was something…I don’t know what. There was something he wasn’t telling me.”

He let out a breath of relief. Thank god, he doesn’t think he could’ve handled knowing you thought of him that way. And it’s true, he would’ve never stooped so low. As for the ‘something’…

“Say he were to show up, right now, knocking on your door. Begging to have you back and swearing that he’s changed. Would it work?” He asked half serious and half joking.

You laughed a little, “No, but it’d probably piss off my parents.”

He grinned beside you, his mask shifting slightly at the movement. “Aw come on. Not one for big romantic gestures?” He nudged your shoulder a little.

You smiled but your expression fell as you thought about his words some more. “No, I’m just not one for empty promises. Which is all he had to give me after a while. He used to be amazing, he used to be the perfect boyfriend. The Peter I knew disappeared and I wasn’t a fan of the one who replaced him.”

You look up at him and grin. “If there’s any chance of anything being repaired between us. Even a friendship. He’s gonna need to get his shit together.”

“So he cheated on her, which fueled her depression, and ultimately led to her suicide. And that wasn’t enough so he burned her most of her work, and profited off of the rest of it after she died!”

This is what your mornings looked like lately. Hanging out with MJ so much had been…interesting to say the least. There was always something you could learn from her. Currently, she was telling you all about some ancient female author’s shitty husband as you waited beside her locker while she grabbed everything she’d need for her next class.

“Every article online about it says ‘allegedly’ but fuck that. It’s totally the truth,” She finished.

“God. That sounds awful,” you grimaced. “Whatever happened to him? Didn’t they have kids?”

“Oh, he married someone, won a ton of awards everyone loved him. And yes, a son, who also dies by suicide, and a daughter. I'm pretty sure she writes kids' books now.”

You sucked in a breath. “Holy shit. And where did you learn all this?”

She shrugged. “I read a lot.”

“Right,” you nod, unable to completely shake off the grossness that story left you feeling. “So,” you started, hoping to change the subject. “What do you have next again?”

“Biology. But I think we have a sub today, so that’ll be fun.” She slammed her locker shut, leaned on it slightly, and turned toward you. “What about you?”

You shook your head at her, “Free period. I was gonna catch up on my reading for AP Lit. Hey,” you wondered aloud, “is it that sub that marks people tardy even if they’re a second late? I can’t stand him.”

She sprung up. “Shit. Shit. Fuck,” she rushed out. “It is. And I can’t get another tardy otherwise I get detention. Again. And my parents would kill me.”

You nodded, completely understanding. “Okay. Well, I’m just gonna go grab my stuff and head to the library. See you later!”

“Bye Y/N/N!” She yelled over her shoulder, already halfway down the hall.

You laughed lightly before heading to your own locker. You opened it and grabbed your bag when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You slam your locker shut and turn around, only to come face to face with Brad. “Hey, Brad!” You grinned.

You’d never really noticed Brad before. You never had anything against him, you both just ran in different crowds. Even after you both started working on the play, you were friendly with each other but it never went past a simple smile, wave, or quick ‘hello’. But in light of recent events, you were really starting to think of him as a friend.

“Hey.” He smiled right back. “Saw you here and thought I’d just stop by and ask how you’ve been.”

You gave him a closed-lip smile as you leaned back against the lockers. “That’s sweet. I’ve been okay, long morning though. What about you?”

He nodded. “Same. Stayed up pretty late last night going over my lines.”

“Really? Don’t really think you need that. I’ve seen you at rehearsals, you’re a natural Brad.”

“Yeah? You think?” He grinned wide at your compliment and ran a hand over his hair. “I’ve got ‘em memorized and all, but I just wanna make sure I know them, y’know?”

You nodded. He wants to make sure his delivery is as good as his memory. That’s another thing you didn’t expect from Brad Davis. His passion for theater.

“Well like I said, I’ve seen you at rehearsals and I mean it when I say I think you’re fine. More than fine actually. So don’t stress yourself out Davis, you’re gonna be amazing.”

He beamed at you like a child. “Thank you Y/N, seriously. You don’t know how much that means.”

You smiled right back at him. “Anytime.”

It was quiet between you two for a bit, and you didn’t really know what to say. You were about to ask if he had a class he needed to get to when, suddenly, he took a few steps closer to you.

That automatically took any words that might’ve been on your tongue and threw them in the dumpster behind the school.

“There’s um, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you, actually.” His voice is softer but, you hear every word and you can almost feel his breath on your face.

“Oh?” Your voice matches his volume. This can't be happening. He knows you just broke up with Peter. He’s gotta be kidding. Or maybe, he’s about to ask something about the play. Yes, you think, he’s got a question about the play and he’s come to ask me, obviously, because I’m the director.

The halls are quiet now, everyone else is in class, at the library, or something. It's just you and Brad, standing so close you could count his lashes.

Just you and Brad. Brad, who won’t stop staring into your eyes for some reason, so you’re just left standing there….you and Brad.

And Peter.

The sound of squeaky sneakers running down the hall seems to break him out of whatever trance he was held in and he steps back a bit, almost causing you to let out an audible sigh of relief. God, you could just kiss the person who decided to unintentionally interrupt whatever moment was just happening between you two.

Or not.

Because when you both turned to see who it was, your heart fell. Peter Parker is standing there, backpack hanging off his elbow, binder bursting with loose papers in hand, and staring at you like a deer caught in headlights.

For a second, none of you say anything. Brad’s looking confused, staring at Peter. Peter is looking at you, then at Brad, then at you again. And you, well, you’re just wishing the school hallway would split in half and swallow you whole. You’ve run through a few different scenarios in your head, and falling into the earth’s core sounds the most appealing.

Then Peter moves closer, clearing his throat as he approaches the both of you. “Hey guys, how’ve you been?” He asked.

Neither you nor Brad replied.

“Right. Hey man,” he turned to face Brad, his face suddenly serious, “don’t you drive a black BMW? Red rims, red interior?”

“Um, yeah, I do,” Brad answered skeptically.

Peter blew out a long breath. “Think you might be in trouble dude. I just heard the principal saying he was gonna get it towed, something about you parking wrong.”

“What?!” Brad’s whole demeanor changed on a dime and you almost felt sorry for him.

Peter held up both his hands. “I’m serious man, that’s what I heard. But don’t ask me,” he pointed to the hall behind him, “go ask Mr. Morita.”

Brad stared at you for a moment before walking off, mumbling something about ‘another fucking ticket’ as you watched him leave. You almost grabbed his arm like a child, almost asked him to stay, just so you wouldn’t be alone with Peter.

You swallowed. Brad had finally turned the corner, leaving him officially out of your eyesight and leaving you standing alone with your ex. It’s funny really, how you went from talking about suicidal classic authors with your friend a few minutes ago, to this.

Yup, the Earth’s core sounds amazing right now.

For all the words he had to say when Brad was here, Peter was awfully silent now, doing that weird stare thing he did in the ice cream shop the other day. But there was no Ned to play polite this time, and no MJ to hold on a leash so she doesn’t bite. It was just you and him.

And you had no problem running.

You turned so quick, it took him a second to register the movement, and by the time he did, you were halfway down the hall. He ran after you.

“Y/N, wait. Please.” He reached out a hand to place on your shoulder. You jerked away, his hand barely brushing your cardigan.

You’re both standing in the hallway, and you’re still avoiding his eyes when you say, “We’re not doing this.” You shook your head and ran off, leaving a somber-eyed Peter in your wake.

There was no parking violation. Peter lied. But he had to.

He’d gotten caught up doing some last-minute homework in the library. Spider-Man duties were keeping him busy lately because when he wasn’t fighting crime on the streets of Queens, he was spending time with you.

He knows it isn’t right, he knows it isn’t fair, but god if it doesn’t feel good. He loves spending time with you and he hates that he can’t do it more often, hates even more that it’s his fault. And he damn sure wasn’t going to cut your meetups short because he had a few math questions waiting to be answered.

So on his way back, the halls were empty when he suddenly heard a very familiar voice. You.

But you were with someone. Brad. The thought made him roll his eyes.

You were currently going off about how great Brad was doing so far in his role in the play you were managing. Stupid Brad, Peter was sure the only reason anything was going right in the planning of the show was because of you, you were the best person they could’ve picked for the job and all Brad had to do was say a few lines. You were the one who dealt with everything else. Brad should’ve been praising you, not the other way around.

He’d heard Brad’s response to your compliments and almost rolled his eyes again until he heard your response. Of course, you were being an absolute sweetheart. You probably had no clue what words like that meant coming for someone like you. You were probably oblivious to your effect on people, as you were probably oblivious to Brad’s true feelings about you.

You both went quiet for a moment, leaving Peter to wonder what happened when he heard Brad’s voice again.

“There’s um, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you, actually.”

No.

No, no, no, no. No.

If he were totally honest with himself, he knew it was coming. Especially after you told him about your little scavenger hunt around the school, and how well you got along with him, how kind he was being towards you. Brad didn’t just randomly see you in the hall and decide to say ‘hey’. He had class. Peter knew because he was supposed to be in that exact class right now.

He could handle another detention.

Before he even knew it, he was running down the halls. He had no idea what he was going to do, even less what he was going to say but none of that mattered at the moment. He just had to make sure this didn’t go any further. There was no way he could stand by and listen to you agree to go out with some other guy.

And then he was standing there, you’d both seen him, and it was too late to turn back. He stared for a minute, noticing how close Brad was standing next to you. His gaze flickered between you and him and all he could think was how wrong it would be for you to end up with someone like Brad. Stupid, stupid Brad, who hung out with all the stupid jocks, and threw those stupid house parties all the time. Who only talked about his stupid car, and what model it was-

An Idea popped into his head.

He couldn’t help it. Bro Peter stepped out and dealt with Brad, knowing the one thing that would completely get rid of him at the moment. He wasn’t thinking about the consequences.

As he’d suspected Brad left with almost no hesitation, Peter almost doubling over with how quickly he fell for it.

And then, he was left with you, and every ounce of confidence, every word in his lifelong vocabulary, crumbled. It never ceased to amaze him how easily you could completely undo him. He was an avenger, for crying out loud, he had literally saved New York and, he didn’t want to sound cocky but, the world. He had faced villains, of all sorts, so despicable, it’s a wonder he’s alive at all. But he did it.

But you…. He’s never felt like this before. So nervous, anxious, and scared to mess something up when all he wants is to fix it. In the superhero world, stunned silence isn’t an option. One moment of hesitation and everything could go to shit. But now, he’s not sure what the best course of action is. He’s not sure if speaking to you will make things worse, or better. If saying anything at all will give him more of a fighting chance. Was there even any chance of a fighting chance?

He didn’t miss how you hadn’t said a word and all he could think was ‘Please talk! Say something! Give me a hint for what I’m supposed to say!”

He was just stuck in place, staring directly at your face taking in your expression. You wouldn’t meet his eyes and there was no stopping the pang of guilt in his gut. You looked skittish, and it should’ve been no surprise to him when you turned to take off but it still took him a second to shake off that moment.

Just a second though, because soon he was running right after you. He wasn’t going to let you off so easy this time.

He’d called for you to stop, reaching his hand for your shoulder in hopes of getting you to listen. The way you jerk back as if his touch might burn you snaps something in him.

And there they are, your first words to him (Peter him) since the breakup:

“We’re not doing this.”

And you’re already moving away again, already slipping away from him again while his hand hangs in the air. He almost touched you. Maybe it was better that he didn’t because he thought he might’ve never let go.

He’s not sure if you meant what you told him as Spider-Man. Maybe it was just another one of your jokes. But he’s not ready to give up hope yet. He’ll give you time if that's what you need, he’s just scared of who else might try to make their move during that time.

For now, he’s just gonna work on getting his shit together.

And that starts with going to class, and getting his work turned in.

There’s a buzz in the air when you enter the auditorium the next day, that can only be described as highly-caffeinated-extremely-enthusiastic-high-school-theater-kids. You were all feeling the anticipation of your work these past few weeks being shared with all your friends and family.

You were walking around checking up on the last-minute touchups. You walked up on stage and stopped in your tracks. “Oh my god,” your hand flies up to your mouth, “you guys! This is beautiful!”

The set group (Noah, Lacy, and Jack) all grinned up at you. They all had some form of paint on them. Lacy adorned a pair of overalls that consisted of black and navy blue splatters going up and down the front of her. Jack’s T-shirt looked as if it were being used as a rag for his hands, so there were so many colors intertwining with each other, that you couldn’t pick out a single one. Noah was the messiest of the group, this specific set being mostly his responsibility. The knees of his jeans were stained black, but it didn’t end there. He looked like a tornado of night, with all sorts of shades clinging to any visible part of him. Blues, blacks, indigos, you name it. And they were all gleaming with pride.

“Hey Y/N,” Noah beamed at you. “We just finished the last backdrop.”

Behind them all was the backdrop which would be used for the last scene of the play. Lexi and Brad (or Stephanie and Gabriel, per the script) would stand in front of it and finally declare their love for one another, commencing their forever after with a passionate kiss.

You knew it was supposed to be a night sky, but what you hadn’t known was how well of a job they would do.

You let out a breathless laugh. “I can see that. It's stunning you guys, truly.” Although Midtown High was a school that specialized in the education of science and technology, the students here were extremely in touch with their creative sides as well. And that fact had never been more obvious to you than in that moment.

“There's still one more finishing touch, and then it’ll be perfect.” Lacy grinned at you before running backstage.

You were staring at where she'd just been, a furrow in your brows, when Jack nudged you lightly, “Oh, this is what she’s been waiting for since we started.”

Lacy came back, almost tripping over herself with how fast she was running. She held up a jar that sparkled in the auditorium lights as she moved it around, “Glitter!”

You grinned and clapped your hands together, “Oh I’m so happy I get to be here for this.”

Noah and Jack stood to the side while you and Lacy approached the large backdrop from the side. She made quick work of unscrewing the top and setting it beside her. She leaned over slightly and tilted the jar a tad before sprinkling it over the spacious work of art.

If sprinkling glitter were a profession, Lacy would be a pro.

You quickly figured out why she was so excited about this step, and it wasn’t just the glitter. Adding the glitter gave the scene more life. It made it look as if it were real, and you were looking at a sky bursting with sparkling stars.

After getting the area in front of her, she turns to you, holding out the jar. “Here! Give it a go.”

You stared a her a bit before quickly shaking your head, “Lace, I never thought someone could be good at sprinkling glitter, yet here I am. You were like a freaking fairy! I’d totally ruin it, and I can’t do that to you guys.”

You held your hands up and started backing away slowly. You could hear Jack and Noah laughing behind you.

Lacy just rolled her eyes with a smile stuck on her face. “Nonsense, Y/N, you’re a pro at everything you do,” she lowered her voice a little, “like that scavenger hunt?”

You gave her a look before turning around to make sure Mrs. Lightbody was nowhere around. “None of that,” you hiss, “that was a one-time thing! And it was a group effort!”

“Oh come on,” Noah this time. “We all know you had the hardest list of the bunch. Seriously Y/N, if Brad hadn’t shown me the list, I never would’ve believed that you did all that.”

Jack nodded. “Honestly, me and Lace wrote that as a little joke, like, ‘Hey, what if we were really wild with this? What would we do?’ And you came and proved us all wrong.”

Lacy hummed her agreement, “What they said, exactly. And this is just a bit of glitter. No big deal!” She grabbed your arm and pulled you towards her.

You laughed lightly, feeling yourself grow a little flustered under their praises. You grabbed the jar of glitter from Lacy and went to work, being extra careful so you don’t ruin all their hard work.

“This is good glitter,” you say softly, completely concentrated on the task at hand.

“Oh my gosh! I know right!” Lacy practically squeals her response. You laughed but could hear Noah groaning behind you. You finish with the glitter, screwing it shut before turning back to face him.

“There’s no such thing as ‘good glitter’,” He did air quotes on that last part, sounding extremely frustrated and something told you this wasn’t the first time they had this conversation.

“Yes, there is! She just said so!” Lacy was standing her ground. Suddenly, she turned towards you, “Y’know who can settle this? Lexi. Go find her Y/N, take the glitter, and ask her what she thinks. She’s gonna agree with me, I can already feel it.”

You held in a laugh. “Sure thing Lace.” You turn to go find your other friend and as you're walking away you can still hear them arguing, Noah not convinced that glitter could be good or bad. It’s just glitter.

You walked around the auditorium looking for Lexi and failing to find her. You started asking around, feeling sure that someone had to have seen her. You knew she was here, having seen her enter at the start of rehearsals. Walking around the front of the auditorium, peering down aisles, you were about to go check backstage when you heard a Brad Davis.

Now you’re not sure why, you didn’t do anything wrong after all, but a panic settled in you. Next thing you knew, you jumped into one of the aisles and crouched down.

He was walking up the main row between the chairs, script in hand, talking to someone beside him who you couldn’t see. They were moving closer to you. Shit.

In a rush, you start crawling, crawling, down to the opposite side of the aisle they were approaching. You were almost out, but you accidentally pulled down one of the chairs that are built to automatically flip up. Not a loud noise, but loud enough. You wince but don’t stop until you're sitting against the side of the row of chairs, out of their sight.

You could hear the chatter stop and the footsteps slow. You sucked in your breath and folded in on yourself even more. You were already coming up with a cover for yourself.

‘Oh, hey Brad. Yeah, I’m on the floor. Not avoiding you or anything, just….decided to see what the view of the stage would be like from here. Not good!’

It sucked and you really hoped you wouldn’t have to use it.

It seemed as though your luck for the day hadn’t expired because you heard them mumble amongst themselves and move on. After a few moments, You let out a sigh of relief and started crawling down towards the stage. You weren’t risking getting seen just yet.

You were starting to like Brad, you really were! But after recent events you had started to think the interest he’d taken in you wasn’t the same as the platonic one you’d taken in him. And you were bad at confrontation or being put on the spot. Obviously.

Plus you figured he’d want to talk about that weird moment with Peter in the hall the day before and you’d rather pretend that didn’t happen at all. Even you didn’t know what that was.

Moving slowly, you kept your head down, trying to reach the stage so you could just bolt behind the curtains. Suddenly, a pair of pointed-toe black flats came into your view. You paused and slowly looked up. In front of you stood Ms. Lightbody.

“Hi.” You said meekly. She looked down at you with a furrow in her brows, “Hello Miss Y/L/N. May I ask what you’re doing?”

You fumbled for a moment but finally found yourself. Clearing your throat, you stood up and dusted yourself off. “I dropped an earring.”

Way better than that other bullshit you were thinking of.

She stared at both your ears, which adorned a pair of earrings you never took off. “Oh?”

“I’ve already put it back in,” you explained to her lamely. She gazed somewhere behind you and you followed her stare. Brad and his friend were still walking up and down the main row, lost in some conversation. You gulped, if she had seen you earlier, it would’ve been fairly obvious to her the real reason behind your little floor exploration. And that was just embarrassing.

She hummed in response, “I see.” Her voice carried some tone of understanding and you felt yourself run hot with embarrassment under her gaze.

“Did you need something, Miss?” You rushed out quickly, hoping to change the subject.

“Yes,” she focused her gaze on you now, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say there was a sprinkle of amusement in her eyes.

Ms. Lightbody was a newer addition to Midtown’s staff. She came in to replace the school’s previous drama teacher, and she also subbed at times. Most of the student body disliked her, thinking her short-tempered and strict but you knew that was far from the truth. It seemed this play helped you better understand your peers and superiors alike. She was an amazing teacher and, contrary to popular belief, she wasn’t an impatient maniac who didn’t have the skill set to teach. She was always willing to help someone who didn’t understand, but what she didn’t tolerate was purposeful incompetence.

“Lexi is in one of the rooms backstage, I need you to go find her and tell her there’s one more scene we need to rehearse.” She paused and looked behind you again. “And I suggest you get to that soon because I think your friend, Mr. Davis, has spotted you.”

You blanched, unsure whether to dwell on the fact that she knew, or that Brad had spotted you. You turn slightly only to see Brad already looking towards you.

You quickly snapped your head towards the lady in front of you again. “On it!” You told her, not waiting for a response before shooting up the stage and behind the curtain.

You could’ve sworn you heard her laugh.

You were backstage looking for Lexi. It wasn’t like her to stay tucked away like this, since rehearsals had started she was always ready for anything, talking things over with the other cast members, ready for criticism but rarely needing it. There was probably no one on the cast who was as excited as her.

“Lex, you here?” You whispered softly. Behind the stage was empty and dark. You walked around carefully, trying not to accidentally trip on anything of the string or left-out equipment. All of this was going to need to be changed before tomorrow evening.

Suddenly, so quiet you could barely hear it, was a shuffling noise. You looked around for some switch, finding it on the wall to your left. You switched it on and the action earned you a hiss from someone a little further in the room.

You turned quickly, finding Lexi sitting at one of the small makeup desks, hands coming up to cover her face as if she were some vampire.

That worried you.

You rushed to her, placing a soft hand on her shoulder. “Lex,” your tone was quiet so as not to disturb her anymore. “What’s wrong? Are you sick?”

She looked up at you, hair disheveled, face a little pale, and eyes tired. “No, no I’m fine.” She shook her head but you weren’t convinced.

You moved to sit at the desk next to her. “Okay,” you said softly, “then why are you sitting back here?”

She sighed a little. “I’ve just had a small headache since lunch. But I’ll be okay really.

Your frown only deepens. “Did you eat today? Drink water?”

She nodded then rubbed her temples a little, shutting her eyes as she did so. “It’s probably my fault, I didn’t sleep well last night and I’m just tired.”

Her eyes snapped open and she looked more alert now. She clasped her hands together and smiled at you. “So wake me up Y/N/N. Tell me something interesting.”

Skeptically, you eyed her up and down. “Are you sure that's all? Should I take you to see the nurse?”

She shook her head again, her hair flying around her face as she did so. “No. I’m actually feeling better already, talking to you. I think the smell of Noah’s Axe Body Spray was just really setting everything off.” She gestured her hands around herself.

You laughed, glad to see her acting like herself again. “But seriously,” she said, putting a hand on your knee. “Talk to me, it’s waking me up. How was your day?”

You let out a breath and leaned back in the chair, looking up to the ceiling. “Brad asked me out.”

She gasped so loud, you started up in your seat. “Shut up. Shut up!”

Smiling, you shook your head. “Well not yet. But I know it’s coming, you know what I mean? He keeps trying to get me alone, and he gets really close and starts staring into my eyes and everything. But he keeps getting interrupted.”

She gasped again, softer this time, and held her hand to her chest. “Oh my god. That’s so cute! Are you gonna say yes?”

You stilled for a moment. Were you going to say yes? You’d figured out what was most likely coming your way, but you hadn’t really thought of how to handle it. You couldn’t crawl across floors to avoid him forever. That would make graduation very awkward.

And at the same time, you didn’t want to reject him. Brad was sweet, maybe not the type of person you usually went for, but he had his own things. Maybe you needed something new, something different.

But something in your gut was telling you maybe you shouldn’t go out with someone who made you panic-crawl on the floor just to avoid having a conversation with them.

Not to mention, you just weren’t interested in him like that. At all.

Lexi was going on about something or other, seemingly fine at the moment. “I totally knew he was into you. I mean, that whole picking you up in the library thing?” She shook her head. “Not just a platonic thing.”

You laughed loudly and stood up. You held out a hand for her to take. “Come on Lex, everyone’s looking for their star.”

She took your hand and stood. “I bet they are, I’ll have to apologize for hogging you from them.”

You laughed again and started pushing her towards the front stage. “Oh! I almost forgot to tell you! We’re playing with glitter!”

The rest of the day went by smoothly. You, Lexi, and Lacy applied the finishing touches to the backdrop. As Lacy had guessed, Lexi agreed with her. Lacy went on about all the qualities the perfect glitter should consist of; ‘catches the light, soft, and dustable.’

You were sure that last one wasn’t even a word but Noah gave in eventually and let the girls have their win. But that wasn’t enough for the three of you. Not wanting to put the glitter away just yet, you started sprinkling it on each other.

Word spread across the auditorium like wildfire, and soon, a line started forming on the stage to get glitter sprinkled on you, boys and girls alike. Ms. Lightbody shut that down quick.

You stuck to avoiding Brad for the rest of the day. It wasn’t hard, you were both busy, him being one of the leads and you helping with a little bit of everything and making sure everyone stayed in order (with the exception of the glitter fiasco).

At the end, Ms. Lightbody had gathered you all around to talk about how tomorrow was going to go. She went over the basics, what time the show was going to start, and what time you all had to be there. It was things you all already knew but it was good to go over. In the end, you thought she looked a little sad, and apparently, you weren’t the only one because someone else pointed it out. That made everyone jump and you all pulled her into a group hug. This little group had become like a crazy family and you were forever grateful you had a chance to be part of it.

You left quickly after that, wanting to get out before Brad offered to walk you home or something. You said bye to your friends, taking extra time with Lexi. She had been more reserved after you two talked, not as tired as you’d found her backstage, but still not quite herself. You told her to get lots of sleep tonight. She was needed tomorrow

Now, you were sitting on the rooftop ledge, kicking your feet as Spider-Man sat next to you.

“Are you excited?” He asked.

You nodded, smiling. “Very. We’ve all been working really hard for this. And you should see how great a job everyone has done. I can’t wait to see it all put together finally.”

“I’m sure you’ve done a great job,” he nods. “I really wish I could be there. You’re gonna need to take some videos for me. Show me afterward.”

You grinned wide. “Seriously? You’d wanna see?”

“Heck yea I wanna see,” he said, voice serious.

“Okay.” You nodded. “I’ll take plenty of videos, don’t worry.”

“Thank you.” He said, raising a hand a ruffling your hair. You laughed and slapped his hand away. He stared at you a little before asking, “What’s in your hair?

You grinned wide. “Glitter.”

He shook his head, laughing. “I don’t even wanna know.” You giggled beside him.

“Are your friends going to be there?” He asked.

“Um,” you say, still smiling. “Yeah, I think so. They said they will, and I think it’ll be fun.” MJ had told you she was definitely going to be there, she couldn’t wait to make fun of the kids in the play, she’d already bought her ticket. Ned said he wanted to see it as well, and Peter…well, after recent events you couldn’t think of any reason he’d be there. He probably wouldn’t be able to find the time in his busy schedule, even if you two were still together. So it was better like this.

“What about your parents? Are they gonna try to make it?”

A beat passed before you replied. “No,” you shook your head. “I don’t think they’re gonna be there.”

He was quiet for a moment, not sure what to say. He almost regretted asking.

“But it’s okay,” you said, your voice so soft, it took everything in him not to reach over and pull you into his arms. “I wasn’t expecting them to anyway. I have my friends, that’s enough.” You cleared your throat and wrapped your arms around yourself.

He watched you for a bit and it hit him then, just how strong you were. How much you had on your plate at the moment. How little you let it show.

Your parents were basically roommates to you, you barely saw them, they were just there. The play you were managing? While everyone else had one job, one task they needed to focus on and get done, you were involved in everything. He remembered you mentioned to him a few weeks ago something about your phone blowing up since planning started. He never thought much of it then.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized you were always doing this. When it wasn’t the play it was something with your family, or tutoring other kids at school. And on top of all of that, you were always available for your friends whenever they needed you, and your grades never slipped. Your essays and tests were used by your teachers as examples. He always knew, but not really. It was painfully obvious right now. And it was even more obvious to him that he never helped. He should’ve helped make things easier for you, because he loves you, because he cares for you. But all he did was add to your plate. The thought made him feel sick.

“I’m so sorry,” Even through his voice-changer you could hear the sincerity, the despair in his voice. Your brows furrowed.

“You don’t need to apologize, it’s not that big of a deal. I swear,” you told him sincerely.

He nodded but the movement almost looked forced. “How have you been?”

You paused. “Good,” you nodded, as if confirming your own statement. “Busy, but good.”

“Have you taken a moment to breathe recently? Just relax yourself for a few seconds?”

You were taken aback by his question. No one had ever asked you that. “I- I don’t think so,” you replied quietly.

“Alright, that’s okay, we can do that together. Here,” he held out both his hands, palms up. “put your hands in mine.”

You followed his lead and placed your hands in his. The material of his suit felt smooth, but thicker than it looked, and you were surprised to see how well your hands fit together.

“Close your eyes.” He said, and you saw the whites of his mask flicker shut. You followed his lead.

“Great. Now big breath, through your mouth.” You sucked in a handful of air, the sound ringing out like a quick gasp.

His hands gave yours a gentle squeeze. “No,” he said, voice soft. You felt your face heat up and you tried again, this time slowly letting the air enter and fill your lungs.

“Now out through the nose.”

You let the air leave you, not even realizing how tense you were until you felt yourself relax. Your eyes fluttered open and you found him already staring at you. His thumbs had started gently caressing your hands and you found you didn’t mind at all.

“A few more times.” He told you, and you nodded at him. You closed your eyes again and repeated your actions from before, more sure of yourself this time.

When you had finished, you opened your eyes again. His eyes were still open and you thought his mask shifted into something like a grin.

“Better?” He asked you, and you smiled, nodding your head. It was crazy to you to think about how over these past few days, that very mask had turned into a comforting sight for you. You really thought of New York’s Spider-Man as a friend. And you hoped he felt the same.

You nodded again, unable to take your eyes off of him. You weren’t even aware you were still holding hands until he removed his from yours. You almost protested, your hands suddenly feeling colder than they ever have.

But then he brought his hands up to cup each side of your face.

Oh.

You were sure you were melting. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt like this, and you couldn’t even see his face! You wished he’d just rip it off, you wouldn’t care who was underneath.

He brought his face closer and leaned his forehead against yours. Your eyes fluttered shut. You stayed that way for a minute, both of you just enjoying the moment before you decided to speak.

“Take it off.” You whispered.

“What?” He asked, his voice matching your volume. You had opened your eyes and you were looking at him now. You could clearly see the eyes of his mask were still closed and you fought off a smile.

You brought up your hand to his face and traced his jawline. You could feel his jaw flex underneath your fingers and you could’ve sworn you heard him gulp.

“Take it off.” You repeated, your thumbs now caressing his cheekbones.

His eyes flew open and he leaned back. “No,” he shook his head, moving even further from where you two were seated next to each other.

Your brows shot up at his sudden change of demeanor. You wished you hadn’t said anything. “Ok,” you said, voice quiet. “You don’t have to. I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I was just- ugh I’m so sorry.”

“No!” He repeated. “Don’t apologize I- you did nothing wrong.”

But the way he was acting was making you feel otherwise.

“I have to go. Good luck tomorrow.” He said, stood up, flung out his wrist, and started swinging through the buildings faster than you could blink.

Fuck.

You were a wreck.

Everyone was running all over the place, orders being shouted across the entire backstage. Some people seemed to have invited their friends to hang out backstage (which was not allowed). Every corner was packed. And you were in the middle of it all.

“Y/N!” Ms. Lightbody called for you from across the swarm of bodies. You made your way through everyone, not stopping until you were standing in from of her. She placed a hand on your shoulder and steered you until you were both standing in a corner, as far away from the others as you could get.

“Miss Walker isn’t here, and it’s starting to become a problem.” She told you, voice serious.

You blanched. “Lexi isn’t here yet?!”

She shushed you. “I don’t want to start a commotion. Things are barely going smoothly as is, and this will not make it better. Everyone will start worrying if they find out their lead hasn’t arrived, and we cannot have that.”

You nodded at her, mind racing. “What do we do?”

She sighed, “For now? Wait and hope for the best, there’s still a bit more time.”

You nodded again and she took a second to look around the room. “What is all this? Half these kids have no business here!” She turned towards you again. “I'm going to try to reach Miss Walker’s mother, deal with all these children Y/N, please. I want them gone by the time I get back.”

She turned to leave before she remembered something that had her turning right back, “You have Miss Walker’s contact information, correct?” You nodded at her again. “Great. Try to get ahold of her, will you? The sooner we figure this out the better.”

“Sure thing Ms. Lightbody.” You told her, waving her off, your voice sounding a hundred times more confident than you felt.

You watched her walk out the back door to make her phone call, and you paused for a moment, unsure what to do first. You turned and pulled out your phone. Heading for the door Ms. Lightbody just walked out of, you pulled up your message thread with Lexi.

girl WRU !!!

you were needed like 30 mins ago !!!!

get here-

You bumped into someone, your phone flying out of your hand before you could send that last one. You would’ve been sent flying backward if the person hadn’t gripped your waist tight to keep you steady.

“Woah, careful.”

You’d know that voice anywhere. Peter.

“Parker,” you said, backing away quickly. “What are you doing here?” And you don’t mean for it to come out as harsh as it did but…there’s just a lot on your plate right now.

And it seems he can tell. He bent over to grab your phone, placing it back in your hands. “The lady at the office saw me walking by and asked me to drop these off.” He waved a big bag you hadn’t noticed in his other hand.

You reached for it, saying, “Oh my god, perfect.” At the same time, he asked, “Are you okay?”

You completely ignored him, taking the bag from his hands. Turning around, you caught Jack walking by at just the right moment. “Jack! Here,” you called him over, “Those supplies you guys were asking for.”

“Sweet, thanks Y/N/N!” He said, leaning in to give you a quick hug. You smile but then quickly shove him away, “Thank J, but you really need to go finish. Like, right now.”

He straightened his posture and saluted you. “Ma’am yes ma’am!” He said, then he turned to Peter, who had been watching the whole exchange, “Sup Parker.” He sent a little head nod towards him, as he started walking away.

Peter returned it, brows slightly furrowed as he looked between the two of you, “Hey man.”

You started walking around, trying to count up how many people there were who weren’t a part of the cast or crew.

One, two, three-

You felt a hand placed on your shoulder and you turned quickly, only to see Peter still hasn’t left.

You looked at him in disbelief. The nerve of this guy. There’s no way he seriously thinks you’re going to talk about the two of you right now, is there?

“How are you?” He asks again and you’ve never found someone dumber than you did right now.

“Hello?! Things aren’t going too hot in case you can’t tell, and you aren’t exactly helping right now!”

He nodded, “Okay. What can I do to help?”

You scoffed. “I don’t know, leave. It’s so crowded in here and I have to get all these extra people out. Shit,” you smacked your forehead. “I forgot I have to find Lexi. Fuck! And I have to-.”

“Y/N!” Someone shouted your name for the umpteenth time that night. You turned and met Vanessa, one of the people in charge of makeup.

“We’re out of setting powder.”

“What?!”

She winces. “I know, I’m so sorry. We thought we had enough but then some of the boys were playing and knocked over-,”

You waved her off, not wanting to hear the rest of it. “Okay, okay. Do none of the other girls have any extra? Is no one willing to lend you some?”

She shook her head. “No! I already asked. I don’t know what to do.”

“I’ll get you some.” Peter stepped in. “Just send me a picture of what it looks like and I’ll be back in ten minutes tops.”

Vanessa gasped, “Dude. You’re a lifesaver. Y/N,” she met your eyes, “your boyfriend is a lifesaver!”

“Oh he’s not-,” you started, but she was already walking away. You turned towards Peter, the disbelief on your face getting stronger every time you looked at him today.

You started shaking your head, “What on earth are you doing Parker?”

“Helping you.” He said as if it were the easiest thing on earth. He wondered if you were making a conscious effort not to say his first name.

Your head wouldn’t stop shaking left and right. “What? What do you- I don’t-,”

He cut you off, “And I’m gonna get rid of all the people who don’t belong here too.” He looked around the room before looking down at you. “You, just…take care of yourself Y/N. Don’t stress too much, it’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure you even have the time?”

Shit.

His face fell and you immediately felt guilt seep into your bones.

“Peter I’m so-,”

He cut you off again, his voice quieter this time. “No, that was..that was fair. But I mean it.” He raised his voice, sounding more sure now. “I’m going to help you out.”

He stepped away from you suddenly, leaving you standing with your mouth agape. He walked to the end of the room, stopping right before the door. “Alright, everyone! Listen up,” He clapped his hands together, his voice booming around the room. Everyone quieted down to hear him.

“Unless you had some part in putting all this together, I’m going to need you to follow me out right now. Let everyone do their thing, we don’t need to bother them any more than we already have.”

Everyone was still for a second.

“And,” he continued, “Ms. Lightbody gave me permission to start handing out detentions.”

That got everyone moving. Your brows furrowed as a sea of students started moving through the room and out the door. Ms. Lightbody did no such thing.

Peter stood to the side, holding the door open. It had come down to the last few people and Peter held back a boy. “You,” he told him, “I’m gonna need you to stay outside this door and make sure no one enters unless they’re part of the cast or crew. We can’t have that happening again.”

“Oh shit. Like a bouncer?” The kid asked eagerly.

Peter stared for a bit before he nodded. “Yeah man, exactly. And listen,” he pointed at you, “if you’re not sure, you ask her, alright?”

The boy turned towards you and you offered him a smile. “Damn! She’s smokin’!” He exclaimed. If you weren’t so busy, you might’ve blushed.

Peter narrowed his eyes, and it seemed like he was considering something before he quickly shook his head. He grabbed the boy by the shoulder and placed him on the outside of the door.

“Vanessa!” He shouted. “Send me a picture of the powder, I’m going right now.”

“Already sent Pete, thanks!” She shouted back, giving him a thumbs up from where she was standing by the makeup chairs.

Pete? Why would she call him Pete? She doesn’t know him like that. I used to call him Pete-

You stopped your train of thought. You could not afford to think like that right now.

“Perfect.” He said, he made to move away but his eyes met yours and he froze. “I’m gonna…” he trailed off, feet stuck to the ground as his thumb pointed to the door.

“Of course,” you nodded quickly. “And Peter,” you stop him before he turns to go, “thank you. So much.” You hoped your voice carried the sincerity you felt.

He smiled at you softly, “Anything for you Y/N/N.”

This time, you did blush. You turned away before he could see you and placed a palm on your forehead.

“Wow,” a voice said from beside you. Brad. “Didn’t know Parker had that in him.”

“Yeah,” you whispered, “me either.”

“Hey, where’s Lexi?” Someone in the room asked. You felt your heart drop. Lexi. You’d completely forgotten about her after that whole thing with Peter.

You had a show that needed to start in less than an hour and your star still hadn’t shown up.

You pulled out your phone again, pulling up her contact. You were about to hit the ‘call’ button but right then, Ms. Lightbody walked in.

She was holding her phone to her ear, and she was staring straight at you, her face full of dread.

“Lexi can’t make it. She’s got some type of flu, she can’t get out of bed. I am on the phone with her mother right now.”

Your jaw dropped. Chatter broke out everywhere. The kids were panicking, wondering what to do now, now that the lead of the whole show wasn’t going to be here.

Fuck. You should’ve known, yesterday when you saw her. But you were stupid enough to believe it was just lack of sleep. You should’ve figured it out faster so you could’ve planned something. Stupid, stupid, stupid-

“Miss Y/L/N.” You looked up when you heard your name. “She’s asking to speak to you.” Ms. Lightbody holds her phone out for you to take.

Your eyes widen, “Me?”

She nodded, hand still outstretched toward you. You swallowed and walked your way toward her. You reached for the phone and held it to your ear. The chatter around the room stopped, everyone straining to hear what was going to happen next.

“Hello?”

“It wasn’t the Axe Body Spray.”

You barked out a laugh at the unexpected joke. “Lex! Be serious, what happened.”

“I got sick when I got home from rehearsal yesterday, I’ve been asleep since.” It was then that you heard how different her voice sounded. Nasally and broken, like she’d swallowed a lawn mower.

“My mom’s only woken me up about twice to drink some medicine,” she continued, breaking into a fit of coughing at the end of her sentence. Yeah, maybe it was a good thing she didn’t come.

“Lex,” you repeated, sounding more desperate this time, “what’re we gonna do?”

“Wait,” someone in the room with you starts, “what about her understudy?”

“There is no understudy, dumbass!” Someone quipped right back.

“You,” Lexi said.

“Huh?” You replied.

“You, Y/N.” She repeated. “You need to do it. You need to play Stephanie. No one else could do it. You know all the lines. You know the whole play.”

You paled. “Be so fucking for real with me right now Lexi Walker.”

“I am.” She said seriously. Or, as seriously as she could sound when she had to cough after every other word she spoke.

People were leaning in now, trying to hear what was going on between the two of you. You ignored them, “Lex, there’s no way. You know I can’t do that.”

“Oh my god!” Someone shouted. Lacy. “Y/N! Y/N can do it!”

You shook your head quickly. “No! I can’t!” You replied to her, the phone still pressed to your ear.

“You have to, Y/N, please, for me. You know how much this means to me. You’re the only person I trust,” Lexi begged

There are shouts from your cast-mates now, encouraging you to take the role when that was the last thing you wanted to do.

“Lex, babe,” you tried to reason, “I didn’t rehearse as much as you did! I don’t know it like you.”

“No,” she agreed, “you know it better. All that time you spent, going over every detail of the set, the costumes, the script. It was for this. Now please, you know you can do it.”

You paused. You didn’t want to, but it was really looking like you had no choice. You looked around at everyone in the room, they all worked so hard, hell, you worked so hard to make this happen. You weren’t gonna let it all be for nothing.

You rubbed your temple with one hand, the other holding the phone up to your ear. “Do you guys really think I can do it?” You looked around at everyone, hoping they’d answer honestly.

A chorus of agreement rang out from the group but Ms. Lightbody stepped in. “Miss Y/L/N,” she started, “I know none of this has been ideal. And I know we’re asking a lot. You didn’t come in today expecting to step onto that stage, but right now, that’s what we need. And I think we would all appreciate your help in these unexpected circumstances.”

You stared at her for a moment. You always wondered why she spoke so formally all the time, maybe one day you’ll ask her.

“Sure, I’m down.” You shrugged and everyone started cheering.

“Oh good,” Lexi sighed, “cause I need to go throw up right now, so bye. Tell everyone to take lots of photos and videos for me please!”

You winced. “We will Lex, you just work on feeling better. Now go, I love you.”

“Love you too babe.” She replied before hanging up quickly.

“Alright,” Ms. Lightbody started pushing you to the makeup chairs. “Have a seat Y/N. Girls,” she turned toward the makeup crew. “Get started on her, afterward, take her to hair and then, get her into her costume.”

They all chorused an agreement and started fussing over you. You were one of the last people to get ready, everyone one else having already had their turn.

With so many people working on you, your makeup was done in no time. Soon, only Vanessa was left and she was powdering your face.

“Peter came back?” You asked her once you realized what she was holding in her hands.

She nodded. “Yeah, a few minutes ago, but he didn’t come in, left the stuff with the dude outside the door who’s calling himself our ‘bouncer’.”

You nodded, “Oh okay.”

“You’ve got a great boyfriend Y/N, seriously. Not many guys I know would help out like that, no matter…”

You zoned out while she was doing the finishing touches on your face. Not many guys you know either, Peter included. Or at least, the Peter you’d come to find yourself in a relationship with. The old Peter, however, would’ve done anything for you, and you for him. You got a glimpse of him earlier tonight and you wondered what it was that triggered that.

The few moments of silence gave you time to go over everything that's been happening recently in your head. You’ve had a hectic past few weeks, but especially this last week. With the last few rehearsals, everything with Peter, everything with Spider-Man. Oh…

And then there was him…

There was a moment yesterday. You tried to gaslight yourself into thinking you imagined it but you didn’t. It was real. Until you ruined it.

You’d gone to bed late last night, staying on the roof even after he’d left in case he decided to come back so you could apologize again. You’d felt downright terrible all night. And this morning.

It was none of your business to ask him to take off his mask. Who the hell did you think you were? There might’ve been something before but there was no way…not after the way he reacted last night. You’d pissed him off. And now you’d lost another friend.

“There you go!” Vanessa said, pulling back from your face and grinning. She held up a mirror for you to take a look. “What do you think? I think it matches Stephanie’s description pretty well, no?”

You gasped, “Oh my god Vanessa, this is exactly how I pictured her! When all this is over you have to teach me how to do my eyeliner like this.”

“Deal.” She grinned.

Suddenly, Ms. Lightbody walked by. “Who is that child standing outside the door?” She asked. Vanessa shot you a look and you subtly shook your head at her, and at anyone who turned towards you.

No one answered her. “He asked me for my ID?!” You choked back a laugh. “He doesn’t even go here!” She continued. Everyone successfully avoided her, playing busy with whatever task they had in front of them. Vanessa kept brushing over your face with a clean brush while you both fought back smiles.

“Y/N!” Ms. Lightbody called. You shot out of your chair and approached her. “Yes ma’am?”

“Is your makeup all done?” You nodded while she examined your face. “Very well, head over to hair, we need everyone ready soon! Curtain opens in 15!”

That last one was directed at everybody and you could feel the shift in the atmosphere. If everyone wasn’t working before, they were now.

You headed over to hair and let one of the people there pin it up for you. After that, you were held into your costume, your friends pulling on layer after layer before finally, you were completely ready.

You looked in the mirror. “I look I came out a Jane Austen novel,” you murmured.

Lacy, who stood beside you, laughed. “And it suits you! You look beautiful Y/N, stunningly classic. Very vintage.” She nodded in approval.

You turned towards her and smiled, “Thank you, Lace.” You sucked in a breath and ran your hand down the hem of your costume. “I’m nervous,” you admitted shyly.

“Don’t be,” she replied, voice soft. “Hey, if you could pull off that scavenger hunt, this should be a piece of cake.” She smirked wickedly at you.

You laughed, “Actually, you’re right.”

“I always am.” she shrugged

“SHOWTIME EVERYONE, GET IN YOUR PLACES!” Ms. Lightbody’s voice boomed across the whole backstage.

You both looked at each other. “Break a leg.” She grinned at you.

You grinned right back. You could handle this.

The anxiety from before had mostly worn off. Now, all you felt were nervous jitters and even a little excitement. Everyone was right, you knew everything about this play like the back of your hand, and you were looking forward to being out there with people you’d come to think of as friends.

You got into place, standing beside Brad and some of your other cast-mates who were going to be in this first scene with you.

“Hey,” he said, voice low and he looked down at you with a large smile on his face.

“Hi,” you replied, smiling right back.

“Don’t think I got the chance to tell you, but I’m really happy you’re doing this.”

“Yeah, I think I am too.”

“Curtain warmers on?” Ms. Lightbody spoke into a little headset. “Perfect. And…action!”

The lights blinded you for a second, once the curtain opened, and you had to stop yourself from turning your face away. In the beat you had before the scene came to life, you chanced a glance at the crowd. You really wished you hadn’t.

Peter Parker was sitting front row.

As quickly as you looked, you averted your gaze, but not before you noticed a few things. Beside him sat Ned, and in the row behind them, right behind Ned’s chair, sat MJ. And all three of them had their mouths hanging open. You had to fight down the heat threatening to rise to your face.

You never told them, hell, you didn’t even know. What were they gonna think? There was no way you could pull this off, you were all fooling yourselves, everyone was wrong and-

The first line was delivered, and it all came to life.

You were panting, running backstage. There was a small intermission at the moment, and you had just changed your outfit, from the simple gown you were adorning, to a bigger one. This one was more detailed and more eye-catching. It was supposed to be special because it was meant for the last scene of the whole play. The confession. Your kiss with Brad.

In the heat of the moment, you’d forgotten that specific detail. And as you sat down in the makeup chair again and one of the girls reapplied your lipstick, it was all you could think about.

You had to kiss Brad. And Peter would be sitting front row watching the whole thing.

That shouldn’t matter. First of all, it was all part of an act. Even if you were still with Peter, (which you weren’t. You had to keep reminding yourself of that little detail) it wouldn’t have mattered because you were doing it for the play. A play you weren’t even planning on being a part of, acting-wise, of course.

And then there was Spider-Man. If there was anyone you had to be kissing right now, you wished it was him. But there was no chance of that happening after last night. You wondered how he was feeling right now. He’d probably tell you to relax and stop stressing yourself out.

The thought made you take in a breath through your mouth, and slowly exhale from your nose. Just like he’d taught you. You felt yourself relax and, not for the first time that night, you decided that you needed to just get through tonight. And then you could worry about everything else.

The girl helping you with your makeup (you didn’t recognize her, but appreciated the help nonetheless) pulled away and smiled. “Alright, I think you’re good to go.”

“Thank you.” You smiled back and stood from your chair.

Ms. Lightbody approached you, placing a hand on your shoulder, “Come on, Miss Y/L/N. We need to get you in place.”

You nodded as she led you to the wing on the side of the stage, the curtains were still down, and by the time they opened again, you would be standing on the makeshift balcony (built by the props team), soon to be joined by Brad.

You went to approach the steps of the balcony when you felt her hold you back.

“I wanted to thank you again Y/N. I know we were all planning on Miss Walker doing all this but honestly…I couldn’t be prouder.”

Your heart warmed at her confession. You were upset you didn’t get to see Lexi shine like you’d been planning but you hoped you’d do her proud. You were glad to know you did Ms. Lightbody proud.

Without saying a word, you throw your arms around her in a warm embrace. She quickly reciprocated.

“I know we’ve all given you a hard time these past few weeks, and we don’t say it enough but we appreciate you. All of us.”

You both pulled back and her eyes were full of emotion. “Thank you Y/N, truly. Now go, I’ll get Mr. Davis ready.”

You nodded and stepped onto the set, positioning yourself at the end of the balcony. The balcony protruded from the side of the stage and covered a quarter of it. The backdrop you’d been appreciating just yesterday now stood to your side. You saw parts of it glitter from the light leaking in from backstage and you stifled a laugh.

Soon, the curtain opened. You’d grown used to the lights by now, welcoming their glow over your face. You gripped the railing and played broken-hearted, right now, Stephanie and Gabriel had just had a falling out during a ball and you had run out onto the balcony to get some air.

“Stephanie.” Brad approached behind you, and you turned around in fake shock.

The hardest part about acting, you’d come to find, was keeping a serious face and not laughing at yourself or your partner.

“Leave me be, Gabriel.” You waved a hand at him, turning away.

He caught your arm and held it gently between the two of you, standing so close, you were trapped between the railing and him.

“I can’t,” he said, his voice strangled. He looked down at you, face so pained, you almost believed him.

And so it began, the two of you going back and forth, delivering your lines, monologues about your feelings for each other, and how nothing in the world mattered except holding the other person, even for a moment.

Brad was finishing up, he was pacing back and forth in front of you while you listened intently.

“…And all this, because I love you.” He stopped in front of you now, hands coming up to cup your face. You did your best to get your expression to convey the love you (or Stephanie) were supposed to be feeling and then it happened.

Brad leaned, crashing his lips onto yours. You throw your arms around him, meeting him just as eagerly, and tried your best not to think about all the people currently watching suck each other’s faces off. One of his hands traveled down to your waist while the other moved from your cheek to hold the back of your head as he dipped you. Cheers broke out across the crowd.

You two stayed locked together like that for a few moments as the curtains closed, and then you broke apart. You were both panting, faces flushed, but you didn’t have time to think about what just happened. You and Brad had started moving off the balcony and onto the actual stage itself, the other members of the cast and crew joining you to take the final bow.

You all lined up across the stage, hands interlocked. With you and Brad in the middle, the curtains opened. You could still hear the applause before, but now, it got even louder and you couldn’t help the big smile that overtook your face. People were whistling, and clapping, someone was even throwing roses. You all took a bow together, and rose together, throwing your interlocked hands in the air.

Your body was buzzing with adrenaline. It was over, you’d actually done it. You could see Ms. Lightbody standing to the side, gleaming with pride at you all.

Soon, you all let go of each other and started embracing and exchanging congratulations. Brad turned toward you and pulled you into a tight hug, lifting you up a little. You laughed, holding onto him just as tight. The applause seemed never-ending, even as you all started walking off stage.

Now backstage, there was a buzz in the air. Not the same as a couple hours ago, which had been anxiety and nerves. This was triumph, pride, and adrenaline.

“Alright everyone,” Ms. Lightbody approached the center of the room once everyone had reconvened. “We’ve finally finished. And it was a hit.”

That caused everyone to start whooping and shouting. She rolled her eyes but even she couldn’t hide the smile creeping onto her face.

She held up a hand, “Okay. I just wanted to let you all know, how proud I am of each and every single one of you. You all worked so hard to make this happen and you worked through every problem that came your way.” She gave you a pointed look and the cheers started up again.

You hid your face in your hands as your friends pulled you into side hugs. “And I just wanted to say,” she continued. “We’ve all had a long night. Leave the cleaning for another day, everyone, go celebrate!”

She waved her hands and everyone started cheering again, moving as one to the back door to meet up with their friends and family.

As soon as you entered the hall you were bombarded by thanks and praises from your friends. You thanked them and threw their compliments right back at them, saying that this whole thing was a group effort.

You were flying from one group to another, everyone shouting your name. You were currently with Noah, Jack, and Lacy, telling them how good a job they did on the sets when you heard your name being shouted out again.

You turned around and saw MJ. Grinning, you excused yourself from the group and charged at her, pulling her into a hug without giving her any time to protest. To your surprise, she pulled you in just as tight.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She mumbled into your hair.

“Oh my god,” you started, “MJ it was insane. It all happened so fast, that Lexi got sick, so she didn’t show up! And I knew all the lines and stuff so I had to step in cause no one thought of casting an understudy and-,”

You pulled back from the hug but kept your hands on her shoulders. “Oh my god, what did you think? Was it bad? You can tell me -,”

“No! No way, holy shit Y/N, it was so good!”

“Seriously?” you smiled at her. “What happened to the whole ‘school productions are so cringe’ mindset?”

“That was before her best friend was starring in one,” said Ned. You hadn’t realized he was standing beside you two, with Peter beside him.

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” He continued. “The show was amazing. And you popping up on stage was a fun surprise.”

You grinned at him. “Thank you, Ned! I’m so happy you all made it.” You looked at Peter and offered him a small smile. He’d really helped you out today, and the fact that he’d made it to the actual show, and stuck it out till the end, meant a lot as well.

“Oh of course we made it!” Ned cut it, putting your attention back on him. “Petey here wouldn’t shut up about it. Went out and bought you flowers and everything.”

Your mouth fell open at his words, and for the first time, you noticed the large bouquet in Peter’s arms. You saw Peter nudge his friend hard and Ned winced before his face lit up in understanding. He grabbed MJ by the hand (which she quickly yanked back from him) and said, “Ok, well we’re gonna go talk to someone else. Congrats Y/N!” But you didn’t have a chance to reply before he was scurrying off, MJ with him.

You stared at them for a bit before turning all your attention to Peter. He cleared his throat before saying, “Hey.”

“Hi.”

“These are for you,” he said, holding out the bouquet of fresh flowers. You accepted them from him and brought them up to your nose, taking in a whiff of the sweet scent.

“My favorite.” You whispered, fingers lightly tracing the petals.

He nodded. “Yeah, um, I saw them and I thought you might like them. Especially with everything, you know,” he gestured vaguely, “thought you’d like some flowers.”

Your heart warmed at the thought that he saw your favorite flowers while he was out and thought of you. “Thank you, really. But you didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to.” He admitted.

You looked around, unable to meet his eyes. You focused on the floor, “Well thanks Parker, that was really sweet of you.”

He sighed, “Y/N please, I don’t want to-,”

But he got cut off by someone shouting your name. “Y/N!” Brad approaches you two. He looked Peter up and down before turning to you, “Hey, so the whole cast and stuff is going out for ice cream in our costumes, thought it’d be fun. Wanna join?”

Your face lit up, “Of course!”

He grinned right back at you. “Great. Come on, they’re leaving now.

You turned towards Peter, whose expression looked harder than before. “Listen, thank you so much for your help today, it means a lot. And thank you for the flowers.”

He nodded but his attention was on Brad. He finally turned toward you, his expression notably softening, “Like I said before, anything for you Y/N/N.”

You stayed there for a bit, caught in his eyes, unable to look away. It isn’t until Brad places a hand on your shoulder that you realize you’ve been staring.

“Ready to go?” He asked. You nodded and turned to leave. As you were walking out the door, you turned to look over your shoulder. You weren’t even sure why, but as you did, you caught Peter already staring. You sent him a little wave and he returned it before turning and walking away himself, shoving his hands in his pockets.

You walked to the ice cream shop with the others, still holding your flowers. And after everything that happened today, all you could think about was Peter.

You had a blast. The ice cream shop was packed with a bunch of high school kids in old-timesy clothing, laughing and joking with each other.

Brad had paid for your ice cream, despite your multiple refusals, claiming that they all owed you for stepping in and saving their asses.

“Consider it a thank you for that great kiss earlier.” He winked before walking off.

That had gotten you to shut up.

You all sat at tables surrounding each other, even pushing some together. You ate your ice cream in peace, joining the conversation every now and then to make a joke.

Someone had gotten Lexi on the phone and you all said hello. She congratulated you and you thanked her, letting her know you thought it should’ve been her on that stage instead. She made some joke about ‘if you wanted the whole front row to be covered in vomit, then I totally should’ve been there, you’re right.’ And you all laughed.

You had noticed Jack and Lacy moved to their own spot across the store. They were laughing together with Jack’s arm around her cocooning them from the world. It seemed they had finally gotten together and you couldn’t be more happy for them.

For some reason, the only thing on your mind was Spider-Man. It was silly but all you could think about was finding a way to make things right with him. It sucked that you had no way to reach him, but you’d decided to wait on the roof tonight, hoping he’d see you while swinging and stop by. Even if he left right after you apologized, you wouldn’t mind. You just wanted to see him.

You realized how late it was getting, and that it was usually now when you met up with him. So you'd asked Martha, (her mom helped with costumes, but she worked on the props) for a ride back since she had a car and lived in an apartment building near yours.

She quickly agreed, claiming she was ready to go too, but she had to walk back to the school to grab her car.

So you’d waited, but you couldn’t fight off your anxiety. Your leg kept bouncing up and down. You stayed like that for a while before Brad put a hand on your knee, stopping the action.

“You alright,” he asked, some sort of half-smile on his face. You looked at him then and thought, I can see why people like you Brad. He was kind, he was funny, he was fairly handsome, pretty popular too. And yet all you could think about was heading back home and waiting for someone you didn’t even really know.

You nodded, “Yeah, I’m just waiting for Martha to pull up.”

“I could walk you home if you wanted.” He offered.

You smiled but shook your head, “No, but thank you, I’m kind of in a rush.”

“Everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine.” You assured him. “Just…tired.”

“Yeah,” he nodded at you. “I get that. But hey.”

You looked up at him expectantly.

“Before you go there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

Your eyes shot open. “Oh?” You said, and it felt oddly reminiscent of that moment the two of you shared in the hall.

“Yeah. Would you wanna go out with me sometime?”

“Like a date?” You blurted out. Like an idiot, you thought. You knew it was coming and yet you’re acting like he just told you he was Taylor Swift.

He smiled at you and nodded, “Yeah, like a date.”

Oh Martha, where are you?

You were silent for a few seconds before you cleared your throat. There was no crawling away this time, no Peter running to interrupt. You had to face this.

“I really like you Brad but…I can’t out with you.”

His expression fell a little, but he didn’t look surprised. “It’s Parker, isn’t it?”

You were taken aback. “Huh?”

He nodded his head towards and flowers lying in your lap, “Parker. I saw you two today. When he was helping before the show, that was all for you. He sat front row before he even knew you were going to be on that stage.”

You blew out a breath and ran a hand through your hair, which you’d taken out of its updo. “I don’t know.” You told him honestly. “I don’t know and that’s the problem. Things are still really weird between me and him, and going out with you? That wouldn’t be fair to me or you.” And the other person you couldn’t wait to see.

He nodded again, understanding coating his features. “I get that, but hey,” he smiled at you, “we’re still friends right?”

You grinned wide, relief flowing through you. The last thing you’d wanted to do was hurt his feelings and you were so glad he was taking this so well.

“Of course we are,” you replied honestly. Right then, your phone started ringing and you stood up to answer. Martha was outside waiting for you.

You walked back to your table, saying your goodbyes to everyone. You were pulled into hugs and thanked a few more times. You really wanted to take your time but you couldn’t stop the part of you that wanted to rush home and sprint onto the rooftop.

As soon as you were out the door you were sprinting to the car. You spent the whole ride anxiously fiddling with the bouquet of flowers from Peter.

You barely thanked her as you stepped out the door, closing it and waving goodbye as she pulled away.

You rushed straight up the stairs, wasting no minute. You felt hopeful, for the first time in a long time. You were going to make sure he knew you were sorry, make sure the two of you remained friends.

You stepped onto the roof, the wind blowing around you. Only then did you realize you were still in your costume. That didn’t matter though, you didn’t want to risk going down to change. And you were sure that if he did stop by tonight, he would love to hear about the crazy day you had.

You stepped close to the ledge, setting the bouquet down by your feet and you leaned over slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of the hero you’d come to think of as a friend.

A weird sense of familiarity washed over you, and you realized, this was exactly what you’d been doing a few hours ago. Standing on that makeshift balcony, waiting for your lover to come so you could make amends. Except, this wasn’t a fake balcony, and there was no way you and Spider-Man were lovers, barely friends at best. But still, there was something familiar there.

You waited. And waited. Just when you were starting to give up hope, you heard the small thwip you’d come to realize signaled his arrival. Soon after, you heard a pair of feet land in the middle of your rooftop.

You turned toward him, heart racing. For a moment neither of you said anything, just stared at each other, but you quickly decided you needed to get your words out before he left again like last night.

“I am so sorry. I’ve been so worried since last night that I upset you and I can't stand it, please would you-,”

Oh….oh.

Before you could even inhale to get your next word out, he was walking towards you, ripping his mask off, gripping your face, and pulling you into a deep kiss.

You didn’t even get to see him but that was the last thought on your mind. He was kissing you. And it was perfect. Your hands flew up to his hair, and you tugged slightly, making him kiss you even harder.

His mouth moved against yours like he’d been waiting his whole life to do this, and couldn’t believe he finally got the chance. You met him just as eagerly, for each kiss, trying to memorize the feeling of his lips on yours.

Something about this, all of it, felt so, so familiar. But every time you made to pull away, his lips chased yours and you couldn’t help but give in.

Soon enough you both pulled away to catch your breaths, eyes still shut as you leaned into each other, foreheads touching. You enjoyed the moment for a bit, and then you opened your eyes, about to make a joke about how that was an interesting way to accept an apology.

You gasped out loud, hands flying up to cover your mouth as you stumbled backward.

“Oh my god,” you whispered. “Oh my god.”

“Y/N/N, I’m so sorry,” he says. Peter says. Because it’s Peter standing in front of you right now and he didn’t seem to be the least bit taken aback by your reaction.

You’re unsure what to say to him, your head is reeling and you can't breathe.

“Oh my god,” you repeated, your voice barely a breath.

“Y/N, please, please let me explain.” He stepped toward you and reached out a hand.

You shook your head so quick, that you thought you might give yourself whiplash. “No. This,” you pointed at him, “is so sick, Peter.” Your voice broke at the end and you tried to fight back the tears that were already burning in your eyes.

His eyes widened. “Y/N I promise you, it’s not what you think-,”

“What do you think I think Peter?” You asked him, voice full of exasperation. “Because I think, you lied to me. I think, you played me for a fool. I think, you’re sick and twisted for sitting here with me every night and playing friends with me. Asking me about my day, pretending to care. Fuck, asking me about my ex. Continuously,

“I think,” you continued, tears flowing freely now, voice shaky and weak, but still conveying your anger. “I think you got me to trust you, again. Just so you could stomp all over every bit of me, again!”

“It’s not like that Y/N, it was never like that. Please, believe me, sweetheart. Please don’t cry.” He begged, looking like it was taking every muscle in his body to hold himself back from pulling you in again.

“Why should I believe you?” You snapped at him. It was hard for him to believe that, just a minute ago, he was holding you again. Kissing you like nothing else in the world mattered. He’d give anything to have that back.

“Because every moment we had out here was real! Every concern, every question. I was never playing pretend, I just, ugh!” He groaned out loud, dropping his head in his hands, and tugging his hair tightly before looking up at you again. “I fucked up Y/N,” his voice is watery, and because you can’t undo the time you spent together, as Peter and as Spider-Man, you can’t help the strong impulses you feel to hold him tight. But you stand your ground and wait for him to continue.

“First when I didn’t tell you about this,” he said gesturing towards his suit. “Which has its own reasons. And then again, when I bailed on you all those times, which was because of this. And again when I let you walk away from me that night at school. I should’ve fought for you, I should’ve shown up more, I should’ve shown up every time and never given you any reason to not trust me,

“But I didn’t. And you called things off… And at that moment, all I could think was you, walking down the streets of New York, crying, and distracted.” He shuddered and your heart fell. You’d never thought of it like that. “You don’t know the things I’ve seen,” he said, looking up at you, eyes red and face flushed.

“So I thought I’d just walk you home, make sure you got there safely, and then I’d start staying away. But it was you,” his voice broke. “And you were so upset and all I could think was that it’s my fault and I hated myself. So when you invited me to hang out on the roof with you, I thought I’d show up, try to cheer you up a little,

“And you made me tea, that night,” he laughed softly. “I don’t think you even realized, but you made it the way I always drink my tea. My favorite.” Your mouth fell open a little when you realized you had, in fact, made his favorite tea that night. He’d told you during a late-night conversation before you two had started dating, and ever since, it was the only tea you drank.

“So I had to stay,” he continued. “And then we started talking, and you were joking, and telling me things I had no idea about. And I never wanted to leave,” he admitted softly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked him, pointing at his mask on the floor, voice raspy from the tears still clogged in your throat. “When we were still together? I’ll bet that's why you were always bailing, isn’t it?”

He looked down and nodded. “It is. Or was. I wanted to,” he looked up at you suddenly, his face so sincere, that you could feel the desperation in his next words. “God Y/N, you have no idea how many times I almost did. But I stopped myself every time because the risks of you knowing were too high.”

“Risks?” You asked confused.

He nodded, “I’ve met a lot of people. Bad people. And if the one catches wind of this, of you? If someone ever tried something, I’d never forgive myself.” He looked away shaking his head.

“So no one knows?”

He shook his head again. “Only Ned and May.”

“Ned knows?” You knew they were best friends, but really?

“It's not like that, no.” He waved his hand. “He found out by accident. He was waiting in my room one day, and I crawled in through the window ‘cause I didn’t see him.”

You huff out a breath from your nose. That was so Peter. You’d bet money that May found out in some similar situation.

“Wait,” you started, “if we went through all of that, and you still didn’t tell me, why tell me now?”

“Because I can’t stand to be away from you any longer.” His voice sounded broken, like he’d been dying to get that off his chest.

He stepped closer again, and you didn’t push him away this time, much to his surprise. He doesn’t stop until he’s standing right in front of you.

“I’ll protect you from anything or anyone that may come your way. I’d do anything for you sweetheart,” he repeated his words from earlier and you felt something grow in your chest. One of his hands came up to cup your cheek, the other, moving to your waist. Your hands rose up to lay on his chest.

“God, you have no idea how much it was killing me to sit beside you all those nights and not be able to touch you.” He whispered, staring straight into your eyes.

You met his gaze. You believed him, every word. You’d known Peter for years, you knew when he was lying to you, which was part of why you broke up with him. You knew he was lying to you, or holding something back from you, you just didn’t know what. But you still had a few more questions.

“Last night. Why did you run off? Why didn’t you just tell me then?”

“Because I was a coward,” he admitted, expression sad. “I was enjoying it all too much, I wasn’t ready to ruin it yet. I still couldn’t believe I found a way to still talk to you, and you were asking to see me,” he blew out a breath.

Yeah, obviously that didn’t initially start well.

You nodded. “And when you kept asking me about you. About my ex and how I felt about him, why?” That part still had you confused

He looked up, closing his eyes, “I won’t lie to you sweetheart, that was just me being a dumbass. That was complete selfishness and…,”

He trailed off. “And what?” You questioned him. There was some unspoken thing you two were doing right now, that you could ask anything, and he’d answered honestly. It was the least he could do.

“And jealously,” he finished quietly, looking down at the ground.

“Jealousy?” You repeated, still confused. “But who would you be jealous of…oh.”

And it was then that you realized how you’d talked about Brad to Spider-Man (before you knew who he was of course), and how, right after, when he’d asked about Peter, you’d said something about just trying to forget the whole thing. You had to hold back a laugh when you remembered all that. Poor guy must’ve been going insane.

He nodded. “You kept talking about that Brad guy and talking about trying to get over me. And I hated that you seemed to be getting over me so quick. Like I said, completely selfish. I'm sorry.”

“No,” you shook your head, “that makes sense actually. But seriously Peter..” You trailed off, shaking your head again.

Worry crept onto his features, “I know I messed up Y/N/N, big time, but I’m willing to do anything-,”

“You really thought I was into Brad?” You asked, wrinkling your nose up at him.

He let out a breath of relief, before laughing a little. God, he was so happy you were joking with him.

He leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours, “I’m sorry sweetheart.”

“You’re forgiven,” you told him, the sincerity in your tone impossible to miss, and he knew you were talking about more than the crazy jealousy.

He looked down into your eyes, his gaze so intense you almost went to look away. “I’m the luckiest man alive,” he whispered, his voice so low, you wondered if he even meant to say it out loud.

His eyes flickered down to your lips, and you took that as your cue. You leaned in, closing the gap between you. He kissed you back instantly. It was softer than the one earlier, but way more meaningful. Every press of his lips on yours felt like repairing something. Mending whatever it was that had broken between the two of you.

You pulled away first because you knew he wouldn’t, but he didn’t let you get far. He started planting kisses all over your face.

"Have I told you," Kiss. "How beautiful," Kiss. "I think you look tonight? And every night."

You laughed, face heating up at his compliments. "Thank you, Petey."

"I love it when you call me that." He said, grinning like a lovesick idiot. He leaned in and kissed your cheek one more time before he pulled away again.

"I didn't like it." He said, a frown on his face.

"Didn't like what babe?" You asked, tilting your head up at him while your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He let out a sigh, "The breakup. Being broken up. Not talking to you, as me, I mean. Not as Spider-Man. And I sure as hell didn't like seeing some other guy make out with my girl in front of everyone."

You laughed and you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach when he called you his girl. "Well don't worry," you told him, moving your hands to cup his face. "We're not doing that again, not if we can help it."

You leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the lips, before pulling away, which made him whine.

He moved his hands to your shoulder as he buried his face in your neck, breathing in your scent.

“You drive me crazy, sweetheart.” He said, voice muffled by your skin.

You giggled, “You drive me crazier, Peter Parker.”

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Something similar to the post where Chuuya dragged Akutagawa out to a night club/bar, however Reader insists they go with them (keep an eye on Chuuyas drunk ass) and basically Chuuya walks off, leaving reader alone with Akutagawa and Chuuya ends up talking a lot with a girl that by pure coincidence looks almost exactly like reader. So she's just sat there jealous, like even the bartender starts being like "uh.. You okay, this is the 15th shot of vodka in the row—" or she just completely ignored the guy behind that just tried to grab her wirst (she ends up riding Chuuya for hours on end back at home overstimming both of them—) (maybe that reader and Akutagawa have a sibling like relationship)

Omg yes I absolutely love this idea anon and I had so much fun writing this. I also got a bit silly with it hehe. Hope you enjoy♡

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𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut♡

"What ya doing darling? Really think I'm gonna let you cum this easily after what you did tonight?" you slurred your words as you bounced up and down your boyfriend's cock, manicured nails digging deep into his shoulders.

Beneath you, Chuya let out a low groan. "Please baby just need to cum I'm sorry I'm sorry"

Your slender fingers travelled to the nape of his neck, entangling in his scarlet locks. "Well too fucking bad" you said as you swiftly tugged at his hair, ripping a moan from his parted lips.

What was supposed to be a fun night at the club with your boyfriend and best friend ended up being a complete shitshow. Within half an hour from entering the club Chuya got drunk and vanished in the crowd. A few minutes later you spotted him lounging on one of the red velvet round sofas, chatting with a woman.

"Do you fucking see that?" you asked Akutagawa, who was mindlessly gazing around the room. He's always hated clubs; with their roaring music that blasted through the speakers, sending vibrations through his entire body and the sweaty swarm of people that never ceased dancing.

"Huh, see what?"

You pointed in Chuya's direction and he followed your finger, his silvery eyes landing on your boyfriend.

"Oh damn. That's awkward" he said, squinting his eyes. "She kinda looks like you tho."

You took a moment to examine the woman; indeed, she had fairly the same built as you and the shade of her silky hair was alike yours.

"I can't believe this" you huff as you grabbed Akutagawa's arm and dragged him towards the bar. "Come on drink with me"

"Aren't you gonna talk to him about..?"

"Fuck no. If he wants to cheat I won't bother to stop him" you chimed in.

Taking a seat on one of the high chairs at the glowing bar, you ordered ten shots of tequila. The bartender raised a brow in surprise upon hearing your order but hurriedly poured the light-gold liquor in small glasses, topping them with a perfectly cut slice of lime.

He placed the ten shots between you and Akutagawa with a little smile.

"Oh thank you sir. Put them on Chuya Nakahara's tab, will you?" you cooed, flashing him a sweet smile before dividing the drinks between you and Akutagawa. "Here you go. Five and five. Cheers!"

With a grace that only comes from practice you downed the first shot, taking a bite of lemon right after. Your body shook a little.

"Wow that was strong" you laughed, urging Akutagawa to drink his shot too.

Three minutes after all the glasses were empty; your glassy gaze slid to the place where your boyfriend was, still talking to that woman. His brows were slighly furrowed, eyes half-lidded as he leaned in to whisper something to his companion. The girl chuckled lightly and pat his shoulder with an exaggerated saccharine gesture.

"Tch... Bartender! Another round please and a negroni."

Akutagawa's eyes narrowed in your direction.

"Hey I think that's enough for tonight"

"Nonsense. Just five more each and then we can stop. We're having fun!"

Ten tequila shots and a cocktail later your head started spinning. The flashing lights that danced around the room only made your headache worse, a feeling of nausea taking over you. Akutagawa left a few minutes ago so you were all by yourself.

Chuya was still talking to the woman and they were closer now, his hand loosely sliding up and down her tight. A wave of jealousy washed over you when the woman leaned in, placing a kiss at the corner of Chuya's mouth.

"Oh fuck this. This is enough"

You got off the chair and marched through the crowd, shoving away a man who attempted to take you to dance.

"What the hell are you doing, Chuya?" you asked in a low voice, arms crossed over your chest.

The man shook upon hearing your voice. "Huh? What?" he slurred as his gaze moved from you to the other woman.

"Wait... you're not my girlfriend" he eventually concluded, pointing at the girl next to him. A loud slap landed across his face.

"You didn't tell me you had someone asshole" she screamed in a high pitched tone before getting off the sofa and disappearing in the crowd.

Chuya held a hand to his reddened cheek, his skin hot under his touch. "Sorry baby I'm really drunk right now." he said as he got off the couch, struggling to stand straight.

"Nah you don't say" you spat, gripping his wrist as you pulled him towards the exit.

Half an hour later you were back home, hips grinding against his as you pushed your boyfriend closer to his high. His head was thrown back, lips slightly parted as little whimpers and lewd sounds fell off them; tufts of his red hair clinged to his damp forehead.

"Please baby I'm sorry" he moaned lowly, eyes shut tight.

"You don't fucking say." you utter between ragged breaths, riding him at a relentless pace; You felt his dick pulsate again and suddenly ceased your motion, hovering your hips just above his length. Your boyfriend let out a huff at the loss of touch; his hands gripped your hips in attempt to pull you onto him again.

"I'm so close love it's been too long. I can't anymore."

"I also waited while you talked with that woman tonight so stop bitching around."

His deep blue eyes met yours again. They were glossy and blurry, tears threatening to spill at any moment.

"I'm so sorry my love. You know I'd never cheat on you. You're my one and only and I'm so so sorry I was so drunk I didn't realize..."

You instantly lowered your hips onto his, causing him to groan.

"Please angel please." he moaned, his desperate sounds causing a knot to form inside you.

"Promise me you'll never do this again" you said between sobs of pleasure.

His expression suddenly softened and he cupped your face with his calloused hands, gently brushing his thumb over your lower lip.

"My love I'll never do this again. Never gonna make you feel like this. Please forgive me and let me make it up to you." His words were so sweet they caused you to squeeze tightly around his length.

"Mm come on baby just cum on me. Make yourself feel good." he stuttered, gripping your hips as his nimble lips trailed feathery kisses along your neck.

Slowly but surely the two of you reached your high, panting. Your head came to rest on his heaving chest; his arms snaking around your body.

"I love you Y/N. Please forgive me." he whispered softly, your name falling off his lips like a prayer.

"Of course I forgive you Chu. I love you too much to stay mad at you."

He chuckled lightly, the tips of his digits gently tracing loose cricles along the expanse of your back; goosebumps rising on your wet skin. The alcohol lulled the two of you in a deep slumber and you fell asleep entangled with one another, your heartbeats syncing as you breathed in the same slow rhythm.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd smut #bsd chuya #chuya x reader #chuya smut #chuya nakahara #bsd akutagawa #bungo stray dogs akutagawa

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the-froschamethyst4 · 4 months

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“How are you more stylish than me?”

𖤐 Pairing: Gaz x Model! Reader

𖤐 Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐 Warnings: fluff, slight jealousy, language, style, fashion, teasing, kissing,

𖤐 It’s a short one today

𖤐 Summary: Gaz may be dating a world famous supermodel but he had a bit better style than his girlfriend

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World famous supermodel Y/n L/n was on the red carpet at the Met Gala, along side with her was her boyfriend of 2 years, Kyle Garrick or Gaz.

Her hands rested on his arm as they posed for the cameras flashing at the both of them, some wanting both of them together and some wanting them separate.

Gaz watched his lovely girlfriend act such a natural, he was a mess. Rubbing the back of his head because he was confused on how to pose without Y/n by his side.

"OVER HERE, GAZ!"

"GAZ, LOOK AT ME!"

"GAZ FOCUS ON ME!"

"LOOK AT ME!!" The annoying and obnoxious photographers yelled at him. He just felt awkward, he's not use to being in the spotlight only incognito.

"Gaz?" He heard the sweet voice of his girlfriend, he turned and smiled at her. His hand immediately going to her waist and they both walked away and the next celebrity came in their spots.

They were going up the stairs and were getting interviewed by Emma Chamberlain.

"Oh wow! Y/n L/n and Kyle Garrick, it is lovely to see you two here again at the Met," she says. Y/n did all the talking as Gaz only answered questions directed towards him, which were mainly small and short answers.

"Kyle, who are you wearing?" She asked him.

"Umm~ Prada," he says, showing off his jacket.

"Love it," she says. "Y/n, I'm guessing you are matching him?"

"Yes, Prada everything," Y/n says with a soft smile.

"Love it all, I hope you two have fun inside."

"Thank you, you too," Y/n looked at Gaz, gently grabbing his hand and pulling him away to other interviewers.

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"I have to say, Gaz. How are you more stylish than me?" Y/n asked as he pulls out her chair for her.

"I'm not, the stylist styled me, I would never dress this fancy you know that," he says, sitting next to her.

"I know, I'm teasing Gaz."

"I'll probably get shit for it later though."

"From the guys?"

"Yep, they think going to Gala's and parties with big A-List celebrities can be a bit of waste of time. When they see me on the cover with you, they give me shit about it."

"Do they...not like me because of my lift style?"

"Huh? No, of course they like you, it's just if they were thrown into this life style, they'd probably want to leave it because they aren't use to it."

"But you're not."

"I am now. Sure I wasn't before but now, I love it because you love it, you're always so happy and it makes me happy to see you like that."

"Sometimes, I'm not."

"I know, but I like seeing you happy, it reassures me that you are comfortable and I should be comfortable."

"I'm glad, I make you, happy, Gaz," she smiles at him. She leans forward and kisses his lips. He likes the feeling of her lips on his.

"We should enjoy our time," she says, pulling away from his lips.

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Gaz's hand was resting on Y/n's thigh, her fingers looped with his, as his fingers caressed her plushed thigh. They were talking with the people at their table.

Gaz didn't know them, he only knew Y/n and kept his attention on her for most of the time, they were at the table.

And like a lost puppy if Y/n needed to use the restroom, Gaz would be getting up with her and following her to the bathroom. Waiting outside the women's bathroom door for her.

Gaz leaned against the wall just outside when he sees Oscar Isaac and Elvira Lind coming towards him. He liked Oscar Isaac, he fixed his posture and made sure he looked presentable.

Elvira went inside the bathroom and Oscar leaned on the wall next to Gaz.

Gaz just barely turns his head and Oscar caught him. He slightly nodded his head and Gaz did too.

"Um~ Oscar Isaac right?"

"Yeah, you are?"

"Kyle Garrick."

"OH! Y/n's boyfriend, heard a lot about you."

"Really?!" Gaz was shocked that THE Oscar Isaac knows HIM.

"Yeah, my wife loves Y/n, keeps up to date with her a lot, and she showed me that you two were dating, now I see it." Oscar says.

"That's an honor to know that...my idol knows me."

"I'm your idol? That's more of an honor," both males laughed together as the bathroom door opened the Oscar's wife and Gaz's girlfriend both walked out together talking.

"Kyle," Y/n says and smiled at him, walking towards him and her hand goes to his arm.

The couples walk together back to their separate tables.

"He knows me," Gaz whispers to Y/n making her laugh at him.

"He does?"

"Yeah, that's fucking amazing," Gaz says, pulling Y/n's chair out for her.

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The night was coming to an end and Gaz was holding Y/n's hand and holding her Prada heels. Her feet were ABSOULATLY killing her. Gaz had offered to take her shoes, so her feet could breath.

"Thank you, Ky."

"You're welcome, love," he says as the waited for the car. Her feet felt better.

Gaz looked at Y/n at she leaned on his arm.

"Are you cold?"

"No, just tired."

"Alright," he then bends down and picks her up bridal style.

"Kyle."

"What? I'm allowed to hold my girlfriend," he says with a smirk on his face.

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #fandom #fanfic #call of duty #mw2 #cod #gaz x y/n #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader

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lciesdepravity · 7 months

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TTT Series: Tzuyu Tops Twice

Chapter: 1-4 Mina Arc; Turnabout's Fair Play... tags/ genres/ warnings (This work of fiction contains the ff: Cheating (NTR), g!p dom Tzuyu… Enjoy!)

"T-tzuyu... c-cock... your cock, please... I want it," Mina begged, her voice desperate and needy; each word punctuated by her ragged breaths. She reached around and spread her ass cheeks wide, putting her sloppy wet cunt on full display, her white hot cum still oozing out. "Please fuck my needy pussy with your cock... Please~"

Tzuyu's primal instincts took over as she stepped close, her desire mirroring Mina's own. Her hands trembled with anticipation as she reached down to release her throbbing cock from the confines of her shorts.

"A-are you sur-"

"Goodmorning guys!"

Tzuyu's heart almost jumped out of her chest as she heard Jihyo and the other unnies wide awake and in the living room. She locked eyes with Mina, both sharing a panicked look. Tzuyu whispered, her voice laced with urgency, "Holy shit. Go, unnie. Hide and freshen up. I-I'll handle breakfast." Hurriedly, she swiped a kitchen towel, using it to wipe her face clean of Mina's juices.

Mina just giggled as she held on to Tzuyu's wrist, sporting a blush. "I-I can't walk Tzuyu-ah. M-my legs are so wobbly I can't even stand straight." She said as she pouted cutely, her eyes still partly dazed.

"W-what are you- Quick, get down." Hurriedly she pushed Mina down underneath the counter as she heard footsteps nearing the kitchen. Just in time too, as Nayeon hops over, her voice as hyperactive as ever.

"Ah! Baby Tzuuu~ Good morniiing~. Making some breakfast?" She asked as she leaned over the opposite side of the counter, her cute bunny smile on full display.

"Y-yeah... Breakfast. Hehe. Do you... want some unnie?" Tzuyu stuttered, trying hard to mask her anxiety. Thankfully, Nayeon didn't really take notice. Unfortunately however, it looked like she wanted to stay and chat.

"Mhmm~ me want. Wattcha makin' Tzuyu-ah?" She asks, casually pulling up a chair across Tzuyu.

Seriously? This isn't the best time for small talk unnie. Fuck but I can't be rude to her. That would make her sad. Tzuyu cast a subtle glance downwards, biting her lips in nervousness as she thinks.

It's fine, as long as Mina unnie's quiet, I can keep distracting Nayeonnie until she leaves.

Meanwhile, Mina is listening in on their conversation, trying to stay silent. Her heart is beating loud and fast and her breaths are shaky. She couldn't deny that almost getting caught added to the thrill. Whew that was close. Lucky for us, I fit perfectly down here.

With nowhere else to go, she settled in, making herself comfortable as quietly as she could. Inevitably, her gaze was drawn to Tzuyu's shorts... And the huge bulge straining against it. O-oh wow, I've never really seen it up close before. Just from the size of her bulge I'd say she's bigger than Chae.

Mina drew closer to inspect it, unaware that her hot breath was making it hard for Tzuyu to continue conversing normally. I kinda wanna see it without the shorts now... Mmm I'm so bad~

She was about to look away when her eyes spotted a thin slick line on the cloth over Tzuyu's cock head, her cock twitching as if in pain. Ohhh... Did she... get this hard just from eating me out?

Entranced, Mina gently blew on her cock; the warm sensation making Tzuyu involuntarily buck her hips.

"You okay there baby Tzu? You seem a little bit... distracted." Nayeon asked, a little weirded out by the maknae.

"I-I'm fine bunny unnie. Just didn't get much sleep last night. Sorry what was the question?" She clumsily excused. Smooth Chou. Real smooth. Lucky for her Nayeon just gave her a look before continuing to watch her cook.

"Aigoo~, you must still be sleepy huh? I asked what you're making."

"U-uhm, just some egg fried rice, some sausages and pancakes. M-maybe I'll stir fry eggs and tomatoes chinese style if I feel like it." Tzuyu replied as she quickly scanned the ingredients already laid out on the counter. Fuck, I feel like I'll max out my improv skill tree today. God please help me make it out of here without chopping my fingers off.

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Mina bit her lip as she gulped. The logical side of her knew she had to stay still and be silent; knew that her members are right by the next room, that her Nayeon unnie was just inches behind her; but she just can't help herself.

Seeing Tzuyu so... affected by her is doing things to her head, making her feel things she shouldn't feel. It didn't take long for her curiosity to win. She slowly darts forward, careful not to reveal herself as she kisses the tip of Tzuyu's bulge, making it twitch. She stifles a giggle before playfully taking Tzuyu's clothed bulge in her mouth.

Tzuyu, for her part, had to try her hardest not to moan as she feels Mina's moist hot mouth engulf her bulge through her shorts. Her knuckles turned white as her grip on the knife tightened. W-what the fuck is she doing down there? Oh f-fuck her mouth is so hot... mmm~

Tzuyu looked down subtly, giving Mina a look that screams 'Are you crazy?' For her part, Mina just made a peace sign. Mianhae~... She mouthed.

While her pouted lips looked to be sorry and innocent, her eyes were anything but. They glimmered with mischief as her fingers gestured 'hush'. Then, biting her lip, she slowly freed Tzuyu's cock from the confines of her shorts, her eyes widening as it almost slaps her.

Holy fuck... Wow. As soon as Mina frees Tzuyu's cock, she couldn't help but stare at it in awe. It twitches in front of her, and she can see every vein and ridge standing proudly on the thick shaft. I was wrong... She's way bigger than Chae.

The size of it is almost intimidating; aptly long and very girthy. Mina gulps nervously, her eyes wide as she takes it in. She feels a little unsure of herself as she starts to darts out her tongue, taking a little taste of the oozing precum on the head. Mmm~ sweet.

She stifles a yelp as it twitches, before even more precum flows out. Oohh~ it's so honest. Hehe. She's likes it. Well, how bout this Tzu?

Her slender fingers trace a line from Tzuyu's balls to her throbbing shaft, before using her thumb to smear Tzuyu's precum all over her cock head, making her hips buck slightly. Fuck... Let me hear you moan for me baby.

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"Hmm... do you want me to help with anything Tzu? It looks like you still have a lot to do here." Nayeon asked, scanning the ingredients on the table.

"Mm~ n-no i-its okay Nayeonnie. I can handle it. W-why dont you just relax in the living room? Ne?" Tzuyu replied, trying to hide her shaky breaths. Please please please just go unnie.

"Yah! Are you just trying to get rid of me coz I can't cook? I'll have you know I got Jeong to teach me how to prep and slice stuff the other day. I can at least prep the garlic and onions." Nayeon pouted cutely, the mock hurt evident in her tone.

Tzuyu just rolled her eyes as she pushed the aromatics and a smaller knife towards the dramatic bunny. "F-fine. But stay where you are unnie. T-this is the main chef area."

Nayeon just looks at her with a puzzled look. "Ooohkay? A whole lot of weirdness this morning... even for you Tzuyu-ah." She muttered under her breath as she diligently got to peeling and slicing the garlic.

Under the counter, Mina couldn't help but stifle a giggle, silently enjoying Tzuyu's torment. Aigoo~ she's doing well so far. Hmm, lets turn it up a notch shall we?

Mina pools some spit on her hands, before sensually lathering it all over Tzuyu's cock. She smears it together with the oozing precum, making for an even sloppier experience. With a firm grip, she slowly starts stroking Tzuyu's entire length, agonizingly twisting her hand whenever she meets the cock head. C'mon baby... Let yourself go. I want to hear just how badly you want me.

It took every bit of Tzuyu's willpower not to moan and curse right then and there. Holy fuck, this woman's gonna be the death of me. She thought as she slowly put the knife down, her eyes tightly shut as she tried (failed) to refocus on the task at hand. Fuck... Her hands are so soft... Uhhh~

Oohhh resistant now are we? Fufu~ not for long. With a devilish grin, Mina darted forward, devouring Tzuyu's balls in her wet hot mouth. Her tongue danced and swirled, eager to taste every inch.

The moment Mina's mouth enveloped her balls, Tzuyu's composure shattered like glass. Her breath hitched sharply as a long groan escaped her lips, her legs threatening to give out from underneath her. "Haahhh~ mmm~"

A startled Nayeon looked up from chopping the onions. "Tzu? Whats wrong? You okay?" She asked as she moved purposefully towards Tzuyu.

Desperate, Tzuyu scrambled to find an excuse, her face flushing even more as she held Nayeon at bay. "A-ani, I'm fine Nayeonnie. J-just pulled a muscle, t-thats all. Mmm~" She lies through gritted teeth, praying that Nayeon would buy her excuse. Even now she could feel Mina groan against her balls, sending shivers down her spine. All the while, her delicate hands continued stroking Tzuyu's hardened length, this time at a faster pace, tormenting her with every deliberate movement. Fuuckk~ Is she trying to kill me? Does she want us to get caught? It's so good tho... fuuuuck~ I-I kinda don't want her to stop. Uhh~

Nayeon raised a skeptical eyebrow, her eyes filled with worry. "Are you sure? You're looking really red right now. You didn't catch a fever did you?" She asked, using the back of her hand to check the temperature of Tzuyu's forehead.

"Y-yeah. I-I'm sure unnie. Y-you know how... stiff my back can be sometimes." She replies, the innuendo not lost on her as she tries to steady her breathing.

While not really convinced, Nayeon knew better than to push Tzuyu further. "Okay. Just... don't push yourself too hard... ne? You know I worry." She says as she fixes the loose strands in Tzuyu's hair, earning a strained smile from the maknae. Mercifully, she goes back to chopping the onions and garlic.

With a relieved sigh, Tzuyu looks down, intent of stopping Mina and her torturous teasing.

Too late did she realize... That was a huge mistake.

Beneath her, Mina was looking at her like a lioness hunting a gazelle, ravenous... starving... craving to devour her. Her disheveled hair... the faint blush in her cheeks... the way she bites her lips as she agonizingly runs her thumbs on the underside of Tzuyu's cock. Jeezus Christ she's gonna drive me crazy.

The straps of her top slid down her shoulders, her tits literally about to pop out, Tzuyu swears she could see a peek of her taut nipples. Her panties were scrunched up on her right ankle; while her legs were folded on either side of her, accentuating her plump juicy thighs as they help veil her unshaven core.

Tzuyu gulped. The sight beneath her was so utterly sinful, so lusciously erotic that she couldn't find the will to fight against it...

So she gave in.

Fuck it. I don't care anymore. Ughh~ her hands are so fucking soft... mmm~ this feels too fucking good...

A victorious smile graced Mina's lips as she sees Tzuyu move even closer, finally submitting fully to her ministrations. Mmm~ That's right baby... I knew you couldn't resist me.

To make things easier, Tzuyu moved as close as she could, her tummy pressed right up to the edge of the counter... closer to Mina. Her heart raced as she slowly put the knife down, bracing herself for what's to come. At least this way, I can keep Nayeonnie occupied.

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She wasn't really given time to ready herself as Mina's slender fingers wrapped around her cock once more. Lush... Soft... Eager...

One slow pump became two, then three. Bit by bit, Mina's pace increased, her grip on Tzuyu's cock tightening further as she matched the rhythm of Nayeon's chopping.

Thud... thud... thud... thud... The dull sound of the knife against the chopping board masks each stroke perfectly; the rhythm torturous. Every pump was punctuated by Mina swirling her hand around the tip in a clockwise motion, her thumbs brushing against the sensitive ridge beneath the cockhead. All the while, she could feel Mina's hot mouth devour her balls, licking, sucking, squeezing the cum out of them. Hooollyyshiitt~ Fuck it feels soo good.

Tzuyu's knees buckled, her legs shivering. She leaned forward, both to support herself and distract Nayeon if necessary.

"What are you doing? Why'd you stop cooking?" Nayeon asks quizzically.

"N-nothing really. C-could you maybe speed up your chopping unnie? I-I'm too distracted by your beauty that I can't cook."

A faint blush appeared on Nayeon's cheeks, her lips straining to hide her smile. "Yah~ Stop it~ What's with you today?" She weakly admonished, clearly flattered by the compliment. Nevertheless, she complied with he maknae's request and tried to speed up her chopping.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Tzuyu closes her eyes as she feels Mina stroke her faster. Her brows furrow, her mouth opening slightly as she feels every twist and pump push her closer and closer to the edge. Mmm yes, just like that unnie~ uhhh feels so fucking good.

She groaned silently as she feels Mina's thumb focus even more on her tip. It doesn't take long until she feels a familiar coil about to burst out of her cock, and it certainly doesn't help that she's watching Nayeon's boobs jiggle with every chop she makes. Fuck I'm such a perv, wanting to cum on those tits while Mina unnie pumps me dry... But I can't help it. Uhh~ I'm about to cum.

She braces herself against the counter, her mouth open in a silent 'o', her eyes not leaving Nayeon's jiggling boobs. Uhhh~ I-I'm cumming... I-I'm cumming. Fuck.

In an unexpected turn of events, Mina just... suddenly stopped. What the fuck? Why?

Before Tzuyu could stoop down to check, a victorious clap boomed from Nayeon's direction, followed by high pitched squeals. "Yaaaay! I did it! I chopped it all evenly, just like Jeongie showed me! Kyaaah!~ >< I knew I could I knew I could! Imma show her! Hehehe."

Her excitement almost gave Tzuyu whiplash. Pulling out her phone, she took a quick picture of her work, before running off to God knows where. Probably to Jeongyeon unnie. God help her survive that bunny.

With the distraction gone, Tzuyu's attention drew back to her aching cock. She looked down to see Mina smiling mischievously, an evil glint in her eye.

"Why'd you stop? I was almost there unnie." She asks, visibly frustrated.

Mina's smile grew wider. "Oh I know... that's why I stopped." She teased, blowing a gentle breath over the red swollen head of Tzuyu's throbbing cock. Her fingers lightly trace the bulging veins, relishing in Tzuyu's torment. "Mmm~ look at you baby... so red, so hard for me." She taunted as she plants a long soft kiss on the tip, causing it to twitch in response.

Tzuyu hissed and growled. "Mmm~ Don't play with me woman. Finish what you started or else." Her fingers tangle with Mina's tousled hair, gripping it lightly, urging Mina forward. But Mina resisted, her wicked smile ever growing. "Or else what? Hmm~? That's not how it works here... remember?"

Her slender fingers grip Tzuyu's cock once more, this time squeezing it tightly, earning a pained moan from Tzuyu. "If you want me to make you cum, you have to beg for it. Beg me, your wife's best friend, to suck your cum dry." She looked at Tzuyu hungrily; just like a predator finally cornering its prey. Turnabouts fair play Tzu. Show me how much you want me.

Tzuyu's grip on her hair tightened, her angry gaze meeting Mina's challenge. A beat passes, then two...

Mina fears she's gone too far when suddenly, Tzuyu's features soften, finally surrendering to their game. "Well played unnie." She admitted, her voice wavering a bit. She looked Mina dead in the eyes, showing as much care and sincerity as she could.

"Mmm~... I need you... I need these pretty lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me dry. Could you do that for me baby?" Her fingers lovingly traced Mina's cheeks, her thumb gently grazing over Mina's lips.

Mina purred softly, leaning into her tender touch. She nibbled lightly on Tzuyu's thumb before taking it in her mouth, sensually rolling her tongue over it. All the while, her cute innocent eyes gazed up at Tzuyu. "Say please~" she playfully cooed, her lips pouting slightly.

Her actions only served to make Tzuyu harder, her cock now visibly twitching and pulsing in anticipation. Tzuyu threw her head back, moaning needily as she finally gave in. "Mmm~ please babygirl~"

With a victorious grin, Mina darted forward, making sure not to break eye contact. Mmm~ thats right baby... look at me, and me alone.

She lovingly trailed kisses along the length of Tzuyu's hardened shaft, up until the tip. Then, puckering up her lips, she agonizingly dragged the swollen head across them, smearing her lips with precum.

Tzuyu's knees buckled from the stimulation, exercising every ounce of patience to not just shove Mina's face nose deep in her crotch and make her take her entire length down her throat. No, she wanted Mina to enjoy this just as much as her. But damn, is she taking her sweet time. Mmm~ patience Tzuyu.

Mina smiled, seeing Tzuyu tremble at the slightest touch. Aww, look at her, trying so hard to hold out... mmm~ I think I've teased her long enough. Hehe. Itadakimasu~Ahm~... Finally, Mina's lips parted, her mouth suckling on Tzuyu's cock head.

Her tongue licked and swirled, her mouth slurping audibly as she greedily sucked on the tip. Tzuyu let out a long shaky groan, her body back pedaling as she leaned on the sink behind her for support. "Oooooohh~ shit... Mina unnie~ uhhh~" Holy fuck her mouth is so hot and soft it feels like my dick is melting. S-shit, its sooo good...

Spurred on by Tzuyu's reactions, Mina continued, focusing only on the swollen, aching cock head. Her tongue flicked and swirled, teasing the sensitive ridge on the underside of Tzuyu's cock. Mmm, god she's so big, I don't know if I can take her all the way.

Not one to turn down a challenge, Mina bobbed her head slowly, taking her inch by inch, going deeper with every pass.

"Gulck ... gulckk ... gulckkk ... mmm~ Wow baby... mmm~ you're so big... so yummy." She peppers Tzuyu's cock with a few licks and kisses to buy herself some time to rest, relishing in the way Tzuyu reacts to every little movement that she makes.

With determination, her wet hot mouth slides down Tzuyu's shaft once more; not stopping until she finally takes Tzuyu's cock in it's entirety. She gags as she parks her cock there for a few glorious seconds, her eyes getting teary but still maintaining contact.

She pulls up for air eventually, coughing and sputtering from the size. "Gah~ My mouth's never been that full before. Mmm~ You like that baby~?" Mina asks cutely, her hands continuing to jerk Tzuyu off.

"Uhh~ Fuck yes unnie. Keep going please." Tzuyu gently guides her head back, and Mina happily obliges. She dives back in for more, eager to please Tzuyu's cock, eager to drain her balls for all they're worth.

Her lips form a tight seal around Tzuyu's cock as her cheeks hollow out. She bobs her head fervently, making sure she slides her tongue around the tip with each exit and presses it against the underside with each entry.

In and out. In and out. The cacophony of gags and chokes and slurps and sputters fill the room, mingling together with Tzuyu's shaky gasps and pleasure filled moans. Her legs are shaking, her knees trembling; she's struggling just to hold herself up as Mina sucks her dry.

"Fuuuuuckk~ unnie... mmm~ This might be one of the- uhhh~ best blowjobs I've ever had in my life. Uhhh~ more please..." Tzuyu lets out a long drawn out moan, her knuckles turning white as her grip on the counter strains. Mina smiles at the compliment, her mouth full of cock.

In response, she takes one of Tzuyu's hands and places it on her head, giving her consent. Tzuyu's eyes widen for a moment as she hesitates, not wanting to hurt her; until Mina looks at Tzuyu with those hazy lust filled eyes. Eyes that scream 'Go ahead... Fuck my face all you want.'

And really, at that point, all Tzuyu could do was gulp and nod. She knew she was under Mina's spell...

And she's loving every second of it.

Gently she guides Mina back to her cock, using her hair as a handle. She starts gently at first...

In and out. In and out. Shallow... sensual... sweet... until...

Eventually, Tzuyu found her hips thrusting forward, meeting Mina's head halfway through, fully fucking her face. She feels her cock hit the back of Mina's throat repeatedly, her legs turning to jelly as she feels Mina constricting around her head every single time. Every gag... every choke... every moan sends vibrations to her very core.

For her part, Mina adjusted her position, now leaning forward, ass sticking out, hands on Tzuyu's ass as she helped her thrust deeper into her face. She could feel her throat bulge with every powerful thrust of Tzuyu's hips, her nose meeting Tzuyu's crotch everytime. God~ my mouth is so full. She gags and chokes and moans but Tzuyu, now fully lost in pleasure, shows her no mercy. She fucks Mina's face like a fucking living fleshlight, her grip on Mina's hair now tightening even further.

The obscene sounds of the facefucking reverberated throughout the kitchen for awhile, Mina's face gradually turning into a sloppy mess. Her cheeks are smeared with a mixture of precum and saliva, her lips stretched wide around Tzuyu's thick shaft. A web of spit serves as a bridge between them, connecting Mina's mouth to Tzuyu's glistening cock. All the while, Mina's teary eyes never wavered from Tzuyu's lust filled gaze. That's it baby... fuck my face... give me all your cum.

One of Mina's hands found its way to her dripping cunt, her middle and ring fingers feverishly plunging into her sweltering core. She thrusted her fingers in rhythm with Tzuyu's hips, imagining Tzuyu's cock filling her pussy as well. Fuck I'm so turned on. Uhh~ more Tzu. Use me more. Mina's pussy squelched with each thrust, fueling Tzuyu's lust even more.

Tzuyu's moans grew louder, her thrusts becoming more urgent. She could feel the tightening in her balls, the familiar surge of her impending release. "F-fuuuckk Mina unnie~ Urgh~ I'm so close... uhhh~ Fucking... Take... It..."

Mina's eyes sparkled at Tzuyu's words, her fingers working harder and faster between her soaked folds. Gods I'm about to cum again. Uhhh~ Chae... I'm about to cum while your best friend fucks my face. Mmm~ Fuck I'm such a dirty wife.

As Tzuyu's thrusts became more erratic, Mina's throat constricted even more around Tzuyu's cock, her tongue purposefully darting out to stimulate the underside of the swollen cock head even more. Mmm~ give it to me baby... give me all of it. Leave nothing for your wife~ It's all mine~...

"Uhh~ Cumming... cumming... I'm fucking cumming~ Ahhh~" Tzuyu's grip on Mina's head tightened as she buried Mina's nose up against her crotch, forcing her to take Tzuyu's cock as deep as she could. F-ffuucckk she's so rough. Uhh~ shit I'm cumming~ Mina's body twitches as she cums around her slick fingers, unexpectedly enjoying the rough treatment.

With a guttural cry, Tzuyu empties herself into Mina's waiting mouth, releasing a torrent of her hot sticky cum. Her entire body trembled, her hips bucking forward as spurt after spurt she came, painting Mina's throat white.

To Mina's credit, she tried her best to swallow Tzuyu's load, but the sheer amount was just too much. Most of it overflowed, dripping down Mina's chin and pooling together on the kitchen floor.

Desperate for air, Mina tried to come up for a breath, only for Tzuyu to push her down with all her strength. Panicking, she frantically taps on Tzuyu's thighs, her eyes pleading for air but Tzuyu just held her down even more. Air.... I need air... Tzuyu~ please... I need air.

Tzuyu's grip remained steadfast as Mina's arms slowly fell limp by her side, finally just giving in to her fate. Her eyes began to roll back to her head, her consciousness fading in and out. Seeing the whites of her eyes made Tzuyu cum even more. "S-shit that's so fucking hot unnie~ uhhh I'm still cumming... Fuck unnie, take it all! Uhh~"

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After what seemed like an eternity, Tzuyu's orgasm finally subsides, leaving her sensitive and breathless. She twitches as she withdraws her spent cock from Mina's mouth, a string of saliva and cum connecting them for a brief moment before it snaps.

Feeling Tzuyu finally release her grip, Mina falls backwards, gasping for air and sputtering out cum. "T-that was... *cough* intense. *cough*"

Hearing Mina's weakened voice immediately brought Tzuyu back to her senses. Shit... too far Chou. She panicked and hurriedly grabbed sheets upon sheets of paper towels before kneeling in front of Mina. "Shit... I got carried away. I'm so so sorry unnie." Gently, Tzuyu cupped Mina's cheeks and with trembling hands, started to wipe Mina's face clean of cum and tears and saliva.

"I-I shouldn't have let myself lose control like that. I-," Tzuyu stammered, her voice filled with regret. Before she could continue, Mina leaned forward, silencing her with a kiss.

Soft... tender... sweet...

When Mina finally pulled away, her blushing face nuzzled against Tzuyu's hand. In her signature soft voice, she says, "I-It's okay Tzu~ I-I liked it..."

The sight of a cute and blushing Mina proved too much for Tzuyu to bear. Before she knew it, Tzuyu was already leaning in, taking Mina's lips in a fiery lip lock, making her moan into their kiss.

She pushed Mina gently, guiding her to lie down on the cold, hard kitchen floor. Soon, their small kisses turned into a passionate dance of tongues, with the occasional bites thrown in between.

Mina's legs wrap around Tzuyu's waist, pulling her in closer. Tzuyu responded by moving her hips, grinding sensually against Mina's core.

"Uhh~ unnie..." Tzuyu started, her voice laced heavy with desire. "Mmm~ I want you so bad Mina unnie~" She managed to say in between their kisses.

"Mmm~ I want you too Tzuyu-ah..." Suddenly, Mina pulls away, her fingers holding a confused Tzuyu at bay. "But... I think we can both agree... we're out of time today."

As if to punctuate her point, Nayeon's voice once again boomed from the living room. "Chewy-ah! You almost done in there?"

"Yah! Leave the maknae alone, Nayeonnie! It'll take longer if you keep on bothering her too much. Know what? Just come over here and sit with me," Beckoned an already exhausted Jeongyeon. Nayeon's protests gradually faded into the chaos that was Twice's living room.

Tzuyu let out an exasperated sigh as she sat up, her fingers massaging the bridge of her nose and her forehead. "Ugh, fucking cockblocks. I should really do something about the annoying ones," she muttered under her breath.

Mina sat up as well, giggling softly as she teased, "No killing the unnies Chou Tzuyu, and definitely no tying them up." She stared at Tzuyu with mock sternness before bursting out into laughter, seeing Tzuyu's annoyed expression.

"I know... I know. Ugh~ It's just... ugh forget it." Tzuyu's shoulders slumped in frustration. Mina gently turned Tzuyu's gaze towards her.

"I know how you feel Tzu... trust me, I do." She starts as she caresses Tzuyu's cheeks lovingly, causing the maknae to purr softly against her touch. Mina drew her close once again and gave Tzuyu's lips a gentle peck, breaking away from the kiss before it grew too intense.

Mina's hands rested on Tzuyu's cheeks, their eyes closed, foreheads leaning against each other. In the kitchen, only the sound of their heartbeat and ragged breaths could be heard. With a shaky voice, Mina whispered.

"Tomorrow night... Me, Momo and Sana are scheduled to go home and visit our families in Japan."

"..."

"I-I think I'll make up an excuse and stay here instead... Y-you can have me then." Next Chapter: 1-5 Mina Arc; Crossing the Red Line

#twice smut #tzuyu smut #mina smut

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neverevan · 18 days

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WIP Wednesday 🧇

Initially this wasn't the snippet I wanted to share today, but in honour of Buck's canon(!!) first date with Tommy, here's Buck's first official date with Jason in the jealous eddie fic. It's a bit long so the rest is under the cut. 💛

The restaurant was buzzing with life; people were chatting idly over their plates of overpriced pasta, someone was playing the piano in the far end of the room and there were long candles lit on every occupied table, painting the place into a soft golden glow. For his part, Buck was just glad he had made the reservation on time, because there was no way they would’ve been able to get a table otherwise. “Breadstick?” Jason held out one jovially after they gave their orders to the waiter, but Buck just shook his head. “No uh no- not a fan, actually.” “Who doesn’t like breadsticks?” Jason quirked his brow in what seemed like genuine confusion. “Uh pro- probably the guy who had to have an emergency tracheotomy done by a kitchen knife because of one.” Buck tried to aim for a joking tone, but as old as the memory was, it still made his throat tighten a little. “Wooah. Alright. That’s… understandable.” Jason lowered the breadstick sympathetically, before arching his eyebrows again. “A kitchen knife, really?” “Yeah… ambulance wouldn’t have gotten there fast enough.” Buck shrugged and took a sip of his water, almost like a precaution. “So, do you make a habit of dating the medical staff or…” “Uh n-no, actually… she was a 911 dispatcher.” Buck ducked his head with a sheepish smile. “What?” “Yeah, she had a surgeon talk her through it though, so it was all good.” He wasn’t sure why he was in such a rush to reassure Jason about Abby’s competency, when the fact that he was sitting here was proof enough. But as long as there were words to put one after the other, Buck didn’t really have to acknowledge the tension pulling his entire body tight and making his palms sweat. “That sounds insane.” Jason huffed with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “It was a little insane, I guess…” There was a moment of lull in the conversation, before Buck slapped his thighs with a small sigh. “S-so… first uninterrupted date, huh?” “Hopefully.” Jason smiled at him warmly and somehow it helped to melt away some of Buck’s anxiety. “Yeah, hopefully.” He smiled back at him. “So uh t-tell me about yourself, you know, hobbies, pets, family, whatever.” “That’s pretty broad.” Jason chuckled and Buck felt his cheeks heat up immediately. Wow, he really hasn’t been on a proper date in such a long time that apparently he lost the ability to make conversation. Great.

“Sorry I—” “Relax, Buck. It’s alright.” His shoulders sagged a little at that. “I guess cycling is a hobby, right? I’m not allowed pets at my place and uh… Two sisters, parents live in Nevada.” “Uh great, that- that’s great! I have a sister too, my parents live in Pennsylvania though.” Jason assessed his face for a long moment before he leaned back in his chair with a quiet huff. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you seem much more nervous than before. Is everything alright?” “Uh yeah— yeah, I’m fine, just…” Buck sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “Eddie, my uh my partner at the 118, he’s been acting kinda weird about us going out. I just… I don’t know, I guess I got a little into my head about it.” A disapproving frown tugged at the patch of skin between Jason’s eyebrows for a moment, before it disappeared with a sigh. “So he’s one of those guys then.” Buck knew what he meant instantly; the type of guys who were just too macho not to feel threatened by even the mere mention of two men dating. Of course, it couldn’t have been further from the truth — and Buck was quick to make that clear. “N-no, not at all! He’s a good guy, great actually. He’s my best friend.” Jason hummed thoughtfully but said nothing, and it gave Buck the urge to clarify further. “Maybe he’s just worried that if I start dating again, I’ll spend less time with Christopher,” he snorted jovially, “as if I could ever not have time for him.” “Who’s Christopher?” Jason asked and Buck lit up at that. That was a topic he’d have no problem talking about. “Oh, here!” He reached for his pocket instinctively, pulling his phone out and clicking into his camera roll. “He’s Eddie’s son, the kid is a little genius.” He said proudly as he flicked to a picture of Chris and Eddie in front of the fridge, helping Chris put up his certificate from the Science Fair last week. “He’s very into video games, but I-I guess that’s true about any kid his age. But he’s really smart and brave... Jesus, that kid is probably the bravest person I know and I work with a bunch of firefighters.” He mused as he swiped his finger across the pictures they took at the Zoo two weeks ago, to the ones they took at a sightseeing boat just a week before that. (Buck almost had a heart attack when Chris leaned over the railing to have a better look, circling both his arms around the kid’s torso instinctively and pulling him back to his own chest; with the kid whining all the while that he was too old for hugs now. He remembered Eddie just laughing and laughing behind them as he took the slightly blurry picture with Buck’s phone.) “Wow, you seem... involved.” Jason’s hesitant tone made the smile freeze onto Buck’s face and he quickly slipped his phone back into his pocket. “Y-yeah, we’re uh pretty close.” The conversation steered to less personal matters after that, but Buck couldn’t help the nagging feeling that he might’ve done something wrong.

✨I have been tagged by and am tagging the ever so lovely @sunshinediaz @spagheddiediaz @goforkinard @exhuastedpigeon @nmcggg @bidisasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @diazsdimples @honestlydarkprincess @watchyourbuck @actualalligator @bucksbignaturals @excuseme-greentea mwuahhh 💛

#i still can't believe we can have this #buck kissing a man and having an actual date and just goddamn i'm still so emotional about all of it #buddie #911 #the jealous eddie fic #wip

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idontplaytrack · 17 days

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hi!! could i request a fluffy rosa diaz x reader fic where reader works as a detective at the precinct and rosa kind of has a soft spot for her (more like a crush on her), so when rosa gets sick like in that one episode reader finally convinces rosa to admit she doesn’t feel good and takes her home and takes care of her? tysm!!

Hermosa

- Rosa Diaz x detective fem! reader -

Warnings: coarse language, fluff, implied smut at the end

Thank you for your request! :)

You clocked in at exactly nine o’clock that morning. Right on time, you looked at the desk opposite of yours and it was empty. “Amy, has Rosa come in yet?”

“Oh. No.” Amy’s eyes widen briefly, shocked.

“Oh, wow. Rosa’s not here yet? Doesn’t she stay like really near here?” Jake remarked.

“Yes she does.” Gina chimed in, “Her apartment is the closest to the precinct.”

“Is she not coming to work today?” Amy asks you.

“If I knew that, I wouldn’t have asked you.”

“Right.” Amy smiled sheepishly, focusing back on her work.

“She hasn’t texted you or anything?” Jake carries on the conversation with you while you got settled.

“No, I just thought she was already here-” Before you could say anything else, hurried footsteps interrupted your train of thought. Your eyes followed the sound, which turned out to be Rosa who’d just arrived.

“Holy shit, girl.” Gina broke the silence as the rest of the squad watched her, bewildered, “You look like hell.” Rosa scowled, sitting down in her chair.

You’d been glaring at her since the moment she sat down across from you. Rosa shot you a look meaning for you to drop it and leave her alone. That was the end of that conversation for a bit. Meanwhile, she was sniffly and sneezed a handful of times. Not to mention she looks pale as a sheet. She somehow made it to lunch before you got so annoyed that you pulled her aside, “Will you just admit you’re sick and let me take you home?”

“y/n, I’m fine. Diaz’s don’t get sick.”

“Oh, yeah? What are you then? Just trying a new makeup look for Halloween?” You huffed.

Rosa chuckles. “What’s so funny?” You ask, almost offended.

“Ha ha.” She responded, “You’re not scary.”

“Rosa!” You nearly rolled your eyes, “You’re sick, please just let me take you home so you can rest? The last thing I want is you passing out on the gross precinct floors.”

“Wait a minute-” Rosa got all serious for a second, “You said ‘please’?”

“What?” You asked, puzzled.

“You asked if you could please take me home.” She pointed out.

“So?”

“So, okay.” She shrugged, “Whatever.”

“Okay?” You repeated, not expecting her to agree.

“Rosa’s going home?” Jake gasps, “Oh, she so likes you.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Rosa complains, tossing an eraser at him.

“I’ve been watching you two, Diaz.” Gina added on, “Very flirty~”

You tried to hide a blush that very clearly still showed. “You two would be great together.” Charles chimed in, “So great.”

“Also, that height difference is mwah- perfect.” Gina wasn’t done.

“I agree.” Amy shrugged, “Rosa’s always had like a soft spot for you. From the day you started, even.”

“Wow, you guys are suddenly experts, huh?” Rosa scoffed, “Let’s go, y/n. Ignore them- they’re a bunch of kids.”

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As Rosa laid on her couch, you were at the stove cooking her some soup. “Hey.”

“Yeah?” You glanced at her over your shoulder.

“Do you buy what they say?”

“What do you mean?” You asked nervously.

“Do you think they’re right? That I’ve had a crush on you since you joined our squad?”

You stayed quiet for a minute, stirring the soup. “Um…you’re not gonna beat me up depending on my answer, are you?”

“What?” Rosa guffaws, and ended up coughing. “No, that’s crazy.”

“Well, if I’m being honest. I hope they are, because literally- god, this is going to sound so stupid.”

“Oh, just say it.” Rosa insisted, grabbing a tissue to blow her nose.

“Over time, I’ve found myself liking you as more than a friend. But- despite all the time we spend together while on the job, I realise I still don’t really know you. But I mean, the squad thinks we’re best friends. And I’d like to think that we’re close because you haven’t threatened to chop me up yet and compared to how you are with the rest of them, don’t you see a difference? I mean, do you?” You panicked at the end.

Now Rosa was stunned into silence. That was a first. “Honestly…I didn’t even realise what I was doing. It just naturally happened over time- Holt kept partnering us up and little by little, we got closer.” She began, “I guess…I didn’t dare to take a bigger step to actually flirt with you because I get so nervous, I suck at it. And- I didn’t know if you were attached or not so I didn’t want to weird you out either.”

She’s never one to talk about her feelings- she says it makes her want to throw up. But she actually opened up and talked to you. You were shocked, then you were somewhat…honoured. Maybe also a little smug that you managed to get that out of her.

You turned the stove off, grabbing a bowl and a spoon. “I’m not seeing anyone and I’ve never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend before.” You admit, she walks over to the kitchen- to you, and wrapped her arms around you from behind. “You’re the first person that I’ve fallen for so quickly and so hard, it feels terrifying, but also equally exciting. But I just- I really didn’t know and didn’t want to say anything because I was afraid of the outcome.” You managed to say before her grip around you tightened fully, and she’d rested her chin on your shoulder.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” She asked softly as she watched you ladle a scoop of the chicken noodle soup into the bowl. You would’ve dropped the damn ladle if you weren’t so aware that she had her arms around you.

“Will I be your girlfriend?” You repeated her question in disbelief, “Oh, my God. Yes, Rosa.”

She chuckles into your ear, sending a chill down your spine and made you squirm, “I won’t kiss you because I don’t want you to get sick, but once I’m better, you’re about to get pampered, hermosa.” You asked her to let go of you so you could take the bowl over to the table, and she does.

“Eat with me.”

“Yeah, I will. Just gonna set this down for you first.” You told her.

Rosa tells you to return to the precinct after lunch, but you said no. “Holt let me. Besides, he says if they needed me, I’ll get a call. I don’t think he was expecting me to go back today, anyway.”

Rosa smirked, “What do you mean, y/n?”

“What I mean, is that he seems to know about your little crush on me.”

“No he doesn’t.”

You snorted, “Please- he so does. Yesterday, I was out with him for a case. He asked me directly if I liked you and if I’d noticed that you’ve been extra nice to me. Also, it was very funny to see that look on his face when I dragged you into his office so he could see how pale you were.”

“Hilarious.” Rosa agreed, “Thanks- for making me the soup and making me come home.”

“No problem.” You smiled, eating a spoonful of the food.

“Look, this soup is great, but why couldn’t we get pizza?”

“That dairy’s just gonna make you more congested.” You pointed out. “Like I would care.”

“You might not, but I do. I’m the one that’s taking care of you and having to deal with your whining.”

“My whining?” She gasps dramatically, “God, y/n. I think that’d be you. We made out at the New Year’s party and you were whiny freaking mess.”

You blushed thinking about the memories of that night. “Speechless?” She teased, “What do you say you get us dinner tonight and I’ll give you a little thank-you? I might be sick and can’t kiss you, but there’s a lot I can do with just my hands.”

“I’ll think about it.” You shrug, a smirk creeping onto your face.

#i don't play track answers #rosa diaz #brooklyn nine nine #b99 #wlw #wlw fanfic #lgbtqia #queer #fanfiction #alternative universe #reader insert #female reader #x reader

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oneforthemunny · 10 months

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Can I please request teacher reader buying Eddie flowers, or something that is low-key but ends up bringing him to tears because he feels so loved?

(He’s also totally the guy who saves every piece of the kids art from finger paintings to their little projects from school)

I hope you're ready for pain bitches (and by pain I mean such tender sweetness it will bring tears to your eyes)

It was a small promotion. Eddie had brushed it off like it was nothing, focusing more on the pay raise and diminishing the rest, but you wouldn't hear it. Squealing and wrapping your arms around him, hugging him tight to you as you rocked him back and forth with pure glee.

The superintendent had wanted to meet with Eddie, a fact that only a few hours earlier had him wracked with anxiety. Instead of the impending doom of being "let go" like he'd worried himself sick about, it was the opposite. A promotion.

The school needed to hire a maintenance worker for the middle school too, but the budget was tight. Not enough to pay an entire other salary, but enough to promote Eddie to janitor of the elementary school kids, and do some oddball maintenance work for them too. He supposed the time in the shop with Wayne had helped, the pay increase showed him that. The superintendent boasting on him about what a great job he did, they just needed more of him.

Eddie was thrilled, grinning when he told you, still a little shy and bashful about bragging on himself, promising that he'd finally get to take you and Oliver and Olivia on the vacation you deserved. You ignored his negative tone, cupping his cheeks and peppering his face in kisses. You were proud, so fucking proud. Beaming in adoration at him and he basked in it.

"Babe," Eddie called, plastic bags full of detergent and milk you'd sent him out for, kicking the door shut gently. "I got the stuff."

Eddie's ears perked, hearing the quiet shushing tones and tiny giggled from the kitchen. His brow raised, living room lacking tiny children watching cartoons or playing with toys.

Eddie called your name, fishing out his keys to sling them in the bowl, brows furrowed when he turned the corner. "Baby, are you-"

"Congratulations!"

Eddie startled, stepping back at the sudden sound, eyes rounding in surprise. The three of you, his tiny, perfect family, all stood in front of the kitchen table. Oliver on a chair, your hand on his back protectively, Olivia on your hip, clapping and gargling excitedly in her little baby blabber that always had Eddie's heart turning to mush. In the middle, a small pan cake. Strawberry frosting that read 'Congratulations Dad!' in sloppy frosting writing- no doubt Ollie's, judging by the sticky residue on his shirt.

"Look, Dad!" Oliver grinned. "We made you a cake!"

Eddie felt it coming, the burn of tears, throat constricting and strangling his words in his throat. "You did?" He lilted as best he could, clearing his throat lightly, too overcome with emotion.

"Uh-huh!" Oliver bobbed his head, too caught up in his own excitement to see how emotional Eddie was getting. "Mom let me break the eggs in, and-and stir it, and we both decorated it! Olivia tried to help, but she kept hitting it with her hands and it got everywhere." Oliver giggled, looking at his baby sister.

"We just wanted to say congratulations." You beamed, rubbing Olivia's back gently. "To show you how proud we are of you, and how happy we are for you."

Eddie pressed his lips together. He refused to cry. He couldn't. Not in front of the kids. "Wow." Eddie choked out, swiping at his nose as casually as he could. "I-I... I don't know what to say."

"Do you like it?" Oliver's voice was softer now, shoulders drooping in defeat.

"No, no!" Eddie said frantically, shaking his head. "I mean, yes. I just... I was really surprised." Eddie said genuinely, setting the bags down slowly. "And I am really thankful you guys did this all for me. So thank you." He nodded, jaw flexing to keep his tears from spilling.

"Congratulations, honey." You muttered, leaning up to press your lips to his in a short, sweet kiss over Olivia's head.

Eddie's hand found your cheek, stroking it lovingly, eyes swimming with emotion. Olivia squealed, squirming and reaching for her father, grabby hands at him that made Eddie smirk, hoisting her onto his own hip.

"Thank you, you guys." Eddie ran a hand over Oliver's head, pulling him closer to his chest. You beamed when you looked at them, Eddie's arm raising to let you in, so you were snuggled to his side, arm over Olivia's back, scratching Oliver's head gently. Eddie's lips pressed to your head, nose lingering over your scalp, breathing in the familiar scent of you to calm his emotions, heart swelling and bursting with love and pride. His little family.

#vivisblurbgame #oneforthemunny #janitor!eddie munson

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whowantslovergirl · 30 days

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Can’t get enough

Rachel Green x reader (reader is male with he/him pronouns)

warnings: reader is male bc i genuinely can’t see her with a girl, if you don’t like that don’t read 🤷‍♀️, allusions to smut, talks about sex, suggestive but cute, reader is called hot multiple times and hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍

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Summary: The one where Rachel cant get enough of her new lover

posted: March 29, 2024

Rachel tried to sneak in again. She thought Monica was asleep but…..

“Wow! It’s five in the morning! New record Rach! I’m proud of you!!” Monica said with a very sarcastic tone. “Alright the tone is not necessary Monica.”

“This the fifth time you come home looking like you have a hanger in your mouth and the same clothes.” Before Rachel tried to defend herself.

“Who’s the guy?”

Rachel started laughing nervously. “What?! What guy? There is no guy.” As if the universe had it out for her you walked in with her sweater she left in your car. “Hey doll you left this…” Then you realized that you guys weren’t alone. “Hi.” You said while waving awkwardly. Monica was just jaw dropped. The hottest guy she had ever seen walked in through her door and is now in her apartment.

“Well Ima go bye Rach.” You gave her a kiss and rushed out the door.

“No guy?!”

“Who was that Rachel?”

“Just this guy I’ve been seeing for like a week.” Monica gave her a look. “Fine like a few months.”

“What!”

______

“So they know huh?” You guys were in your apartment just laying down and watching tv. “Yea Monica told all of them but don’t worry they don’t know what you look like. Oh! And she thinks you’re hot.” That made your confidence go very high. “Not surprised.” You shrugged with a smirk. “Oh shut up.” She leaned for a kiss and you got to work.

Leaving her very satisfied.

______

Phoebe comes rushing in Monica’s apartment completely out of breath.

“I just seen the hottest guy on the way here! When I tell you it should be illegal to look that good.” She said smirking to herself. Then by coincidence you came walking in the apartment. Everyone looked at you with love eyes even the guys.

“Now that is one attractive man.” Ross whispered and the other guys agreed.

“Um hi I’m here for Rachel.”

“Oh lucky bastard!” You heard the blonde lady under her breath. You looked at her with confusion and she blushed like crazy. Rachel came rushing out of her room. “Hii.”

“Hey doll looking beautiful as always.” She giggled. You kissed her and got her jacket and helped her to the door. When you guys walked out everyone was quiet.

“Who the hell was that guy?!” Joey exclaimed.

______

Rachel was sat down at the table with Monica and Phoebe. They were interrogating her about you.

“Alright Green you’re going to tell else everything you know!” Phoebe yelled making Rachel flinch. “Is this really necessary?” Rachel said while rolling her eyes. They both nodded and got to the questioning.

“Is he our age?”

“Yes.”

“Is he a model?”

“No but I keep telling him he should-.”

“We’re asking the questions Rachel!” Monica said.

“What car does he drive?”

“A chevy.” She smiled.

“Did you guys say I love you yet?”

“No! Oh my god no! This is just a casual thing.”

They just left her alone but they asked if you can come over and you did.

______

“What’s your occupation?”

“I’m a lawyer.”

“Successful?”

“I mean I would say so?” You shrugged.

“You have a brother?”

“Or father?” Phoebe added.

“Yes I have a dad and no I don’t have a brother.”

“These are nothing like my questions!” Rachel said.

They all just looked at her. “Yea I’ll just shut up.”

______

You guys were all in the coffee shop. You and Rachel were cuddled up on the chair. She was just sitting on your lap and you had your arms around her waist. She was playing with your hair. You turn to look at the group and you see Joey? staring at you.

“Can I help you?”

“How much did all that cost?” He said really staring at you.

“Excuse me?”

“I mean you got work done right?”

“Joey!” They all exclaimed.

“What?! There is no way that is natural.”

“Well it is?” Then he came up to you feeling up your face. “Joey! Stop!” Rachel said while smacking his hands.

“Wow it is natural!”

______

“Monica I don’t know okay?! I have to meet Y/n in like fifteen minutes.”

“Just a pick a dress Rachel!”

Monica was going on a date tonight and she didn’t know what dress to wear. The red one or the black one.

“Well the red dress brings out your eyes.”

“But the black dress is sexier.” Monica said. “Then wear the black dress!”

“But the red dress Rachel!”

“Ugh!” She rolled her eyes and threw her head back to the couch. The phone started ringing. Rachel picked it up and it was you.

“Hey doll.”

“Hi Y/n.” She said in a dreamy voice.

“Where are you? It’s been like fifteen minutes.”

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! I’ll be there in ten okay?”

“Yeah okay and it’s alright. You can make it up to me later.” It’s like she can hear the smirk.

“Oh that I will.”

“Bye doll.”

‘I have the hottest boyfriend’ She thought as she got ready.

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After your date and the best sex you ever had you guys went back to Monica’s apartment to drop Rachel off.

“Alright want me to walk you in?” She nodded and unlocked the door and all the friends were there. “Hey Y/n!” They all said when they saw you.

“Hey guys”

“Um what about me?!” Rachel said.

They all looked at Rachel. “Hi Rachel!”

She turned to you. “I swear they like you more than me.”

“No they don’t.” You said rolling your eyes.

“Yes we do!” Joey said.

Even though they like you more than Rachel.

She can’t get enough.

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When You Call-Part 15

Warnings: So much Smut... Seriously all minors leave, Cursing I believe...

Pairing: Alpha! Dean Winchester x Reader

Characters: Alpha!Sam Winchester, Alpha!Dean Winchester, Reader

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I don’t think I’ve ever had a rut as long as this one, it was almost 2 weeks long. Y/N’s fever is finally going down too, which is great to hear. Also at the same time, I think my abs now rival that of Sammy’s so that’s also another good thing to come out of this.

As my rut and her heat started going down we decided to have Sam come back home. As soon as she saw him she jumped into his arms.

He chuckled as he said, “looks like someone is feeling better…” He brushed her hair back, taking note of all of the color coming back to her features and lack of heat under her skin.

I smirked as she bounced, showing him the ring. The very same one that he helped me pick for her. He acted none the wiser, though.

I looked at her expression, not being able to remember the last time I felt this happy. When all of this would be a fever dream I’d get during my ruts when I was a horny teenager. Her being mine, us together, my mark on her. That one pipe dream would get me through anything, near-death experiences included.

I felt her circle behind me as she draped her arms over me. I relaxed into the touch.

I couldn’t help but think about what the rest of our lives are going to look like. Did I want to retire at some point? For her? Absolutely. I’ll take a desk job for her safety, for our pups, all of it. I’m getting ahead of myself though.

“Wow you really did tame him.” Sam chuckled as he walked up to me and bumped fists, “look at him melting and you barely touched him.”

“Dean? He’s a teddy bear!” She giggled.

I looked up at her as I said, “Nuh-uh I am your teddy bear, no one else’s.”

Sam laughed as he went off to his room to unpack.

Later on in the day as I was doing some research with Sammy, Y/N came in, “hey so I got a call from Jody, seemed urgent. I was thinking we could go and check it out.”

I could tell my demeanor changed just by the look she gave me. We? Hell no.

Sam looked at me, his eyes begging me not to do this.

I finally opened my mouth, “Jody contacted you? But not Sam or myself. You wonder why, Omega?” It came out darker than I wanted it to, but I can’t help that I want to protect her.

“She said you guys weren’t picking up. So she tried me, she also sends her apologies but this is one of those things that require the ‘Winchester touch’. Her words, not mine.” I could smell in her scent she was daring me to challenge her.

“Sam, give us the room.” I ordered, keeping eye contact with her.

“Dean just-”

“Did I stutter, Sam?” I growled.

I was looking at Y/n the entire time, “Sam, go and pack, will you?” I said as I looked at her.

I felt her get brave at that, “Don’t talk to him like that.” She barked at me. I could see the hair stand up on her arms. I cocked my head to the side.

She started rounding the table as Sam got up, trying to get into the middle, “Ok we are not doing this right now.”

“I am going on this hunt,” I could hear the annoyance in her voice as I approached her.

As soon as Sam left the library. I got up out of my chair, standing to my full height.

“No you are not. What if something happens to you, huh?!” I chided, “what if you get hurt or worse?! What kind of Alpha would I be letting you go out there and risking yourself?”

She rolled her eyes, “This isn’t up for debate,Dean.”

There is one look that she does, it’s a cross of ‘get the fuck out of my way’ and ‘are we clear?’, it shuts anyone up. She aimed that shit right at me. My worry and instinct threw all of that out the window though.

My eyebrows went up as I chuckled as I said, “You don’t get to tell me what is and isn’t up for debate, Omega.”

Her eyes narrowed, looking at me from all angles, “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just use my title in that tone. I’m also going to pretend that you didn’t just try to insinuate that I am not going to go on this hunt simply because you are my mate.”

I tilted her gaze to me as I came to a stop directly in front of her, “It’s cute how you act like you’re bigger and meaner than you actually are.” I brushed some hair out of her face as I continued,“At the end of the day it’s just talk and you know that. You know that you are more vulnerable, more… what’s the word…” I trailed off.

I could smell her getting increasingly angry, “Don’t go there Winchester…” She warned.

“ More fragile.” I saw her gaze narrow…

“Ohohoho you fucked up Winchester.” She laughed… The air coming off of her had a looming presence. I clenched my jaw as she continued, “you know damn well I’m the farthest thing from fragile.”

She started to walk away as I yelled at her, “Not like I’m going to find out because you aren’t going anywhere Y/N”

All I heard was the slam of our bedroom door. She may hate me now, but at least she’s safe.

Y/N POV:

Who does he think he is?! I can feel my blood boiling and my mark aching as I went directly against what he wanted me to do. I have been doing nothing but trying to get back to 100% after all the shit that’s plagued my life recently. After he claimed me I thought that this is the signal of things turning for the better. Then I saw that look on his face.

That same fucking face that screamed that he knew better than I did. Never mind that I was the one who brought the hunt to their attention in the first place. Never fucking mind I solo’d more hunts than the both of them put together… Fragile? FUCKING FRAGILE?!

I may be an Omega but I am every bit of Alpha when it comes to hunting. I couldn’t help but feel a heat pool in my belly at the look that he gave me. It made me want to both slap and ride his face at the same fucking time, which does not help me in trying to calm down.

I decide against destroying our room and instead go to a positive release. I put on my workout bra and my yoga pants and head to the gym.

I was almost in the room but I’m stopped by a wall of a man, Sam.

“No… Going to blow off some steam?” He asked, willing his eyes to come up to meet my eyes.

“Y/N?” He asked. I looked up at him and I could tell he was having issues.

“Something wrong, Sammy?” I asked as he blatantly stared at my body.

To which I chuckled and responded, “Life isn’t fair Sammy, consider it a life lesson!”

“Yeah” I said, making sure to sway my hips just a tad. Was it wrong of me to wag my ass at my future brother in law? Yes… but it’s not like I haven’t done that shit before and as a matter of fact it’s a running joke with the both of us.

“Not fair Y/N.” I heard him scold me.

I heard him laugh behind me as I turned into the gym.

I started off with free weights trying to make sure I keep my form perfect.

Dean POV:

“What did you say to her?” Sam asked me as he plopped his duffel onto the table.

I was in the library thinking of how I could’ve handled that better. Once again my foot’s in my mouth when it comes to her. I just don’t get why she’s doing this. Making it hard to protect her. You would think that she would get my apprehension when it comes to her safety.

I smell Sammy come in before I can see him.

I looked at him, his face was red, like he couldn’t control himself.

“Short story I told her she wasn’t coming with us, why?” I asked.

“Because I caught her on the way to the gym, she's dressed to kill and looks like she is going to kill our equipment if you don’t apologize.” Sam grabbed my whisky glass and drained it in one gulp, then poured me more.

“She’s doing it on purpose.” I said nonchalantly, “I called her fragile.”

His jaw dropped, “wow… you really are stupid.” he chuckled.

“It’s not that bad.” I trailed off.

“Oh it isn’t? Do I need to remind you what she did to the last hunter who called her a ‘fragile Omega who needs protecting?’”

“He had it coming he tried to grab her ass, Sam.” I tried to defend myself.

“What. Did. She… Do?” he punctuated.

“She… she broke his wrist.”

“Right she broke his wrist, his forearm, and kneed him so hard in the balls he had to see a specialized urologist because he wasn’t sure if he could have kids after the damage she dealt out.” Sam shook his head, “You are lucky she loves you because I’d be scraping you off the floor otherwise and I think you know that.”

I huffed as I said, “Yeah I know. I just don’t know how to protect her otherwise.” I ran a hand through my hair as I touched my mark. It's been hurting since I had that encounter with her, like it’s trying to tell me that my other half is not happy right now and I should probably fix that.

“Listen I’ll take care of the hunt, you stay here with your Omega.”

I looked at him and he continued, “Maybe if you’re sidelined too you’ll understand exactly what you’re asking of her. I’ll see you both in a few days.”

With that he was out the door.

I shut down my laptop and slammed the whisky Sam re-poured for me. I started walking towards the gym to apologize after I gave her some time to get her aggression out… just in case.

When I finally made it to the door I saw her there, drenched in sweat, in her workout gear and headphones in. She is going to town on a 200 pound punching bag. She was landing combos on it, punches and kicks and making it sway on its chain.

I heard her grunts and her breathing. It made my dick stir in my pants. The more I listened in I could hear her saying, “fuckin’ *thwack* fragile..” and “pulled his *right jab* ass out of a unghh *slip jab* collapsing house *thwack* doesn’t sound *elbow strike* Fragile to me *Forward kick*”

I smirked as I watched her, I don't know how she is doing it but she’s pulling off cute and terrifying at the same time. I couldn’t help but giggle at that. The duality of her. I saw her sweat flying as stray strands of hair stuck to her temples, while others formed light curls as they hung in her face.

I didn’t want to startle her so I tried to walk into her field of view. She looked at me and paused her music, taking off the headphones.

“What?” She questioned as she went back to beating the punching bag to a pulp.

“Look what I said was wrong, okay?”

She laughed at that, “I’m not going to stop hitting this bag because it is the only thing stopping me from beating the shit out of you. That is the least I can do.” She glared in my direction as she bared her teeth at me. “You’re lucky I’m even letting you speak after the shit you pulled. You do remember what I did to the other guy that tried to pull that shit, right?”

“No shit. I pulled you and Sam out of buildings, dragged 200lb bodies, snapped bones with my bare hands, I don’t need you to tell me you were wrong. Because it’s pretty fucking obvious.” She said as she landed another kick on the bag.

“I’m trying to apologize here,” I quipped, “The least you can do is look at me.”

“Sam reminded me.” I huffed.

She looked at me smirking as she went back to the bag, “you fucking heard me.”

“There’s an Alpha I can get behind… well on top of.” She laughed to herself.

My jaw hung open at that, ‘What did you just fucking say?” I had to have heard wrong.

I growled at her, “I know I fucked up but don’t you ever…”

“Ever what, Dean?” She stopped hitting the bag and started advancing on me, “Let me guess he was the one who told you to fix it? Right? My guess is he left without both of us, right?! He has more emotional intelligence than you could ever dream of possessing. Not to mention that he doesn’t try to fucking pidgeonhole me into being the ‘Perfect Omega’” She spat at me as tears threatened her eyes.

“Why am I not enough,Dean? I never questioned you. I ran through hell and back for you, yet instead of letting me be me you pulled this shit and the only Alpha who fought for me and what I wanted was Sam. And even saying that makes me want to vomit because I don’t want him. I never did! I want you. I still want you! I want my Alpha to love me the way that I am!” she screamed at me.

Before I could blink she was out of the room. It took me a second to process, “Don’t fucking walk away from me Y/N.” I spat as I looked into the hallway.

I made it out there just in time to see her duck into the shower room.

I tore into that room like a bat out of hell.

I saw her starting the shower up as she said, “Take the fucking hint, Dean.”

I screamed at her, “You don’t get to run away after saying all of that shit to me after saying that you’d want my brother to claim you instead of me Y/N, that’s fucking low even for you!”

She looked at me and scoffed, “You are so fucking blind I’m surprised you haven’t gotten lasik.”

I glared at her as she continued, “I never wanted Sam. I told your dumbass that. I want you to support me, to understand that I will never be the way that you want me to be. I will always run into danger because you run into danger and you are the only part of me that I love! The only part that’s worth saving!”

The next thing I know I’m pinning her to the shower wall and kissing her. I don’t care that we are fully clothed under the spray, my heart was aching hearing her say that… All of those things. I needed her to know what I couldn’t vocalize, the anger of hearing her say those things but not at her. At myself. I felt her trail her hands up my chest and around my neck

I nipped at her lips, begging to be let in, not like I deserved to be in the first place.

I kissed the corner of her mouth as it threatened to frown, “Please don’t hurt me like that.”

Almost immediately her mouth opened for me. I felt her undoing my belt and unzipping my jeans while I grabbed her sports bra and started to take it off of her. She whimpered when I pulled away but as soon as I took it off and ripped off my own shirt. I went right back to kissing her.

I could feel her chest heaving, as whimpers left her, I looked down at her to see her trying to fight tears, I kissed them away as fast as they fell saying, “Please don’t do that,Baby.”

I kissed her temple, “Don’t say those things about yourself.”

Then her forehead, “You are worth so much more than me, my beautiful fiancee.”

I picked up her hands and kissed them, “My mate.”

I kissed down her chest, “My reason for breathing.”

I brought her pants and panties down her legs, kissing everywhere I could reach, “you save me every single day.”

Tears threatened my eyes as I kissed up her body, “I love you so much it scares me.”

I looked at her as she wiped my face and I reveled in the touch, “That’s why I am the way I am… I almost lost you. I can’t.. I can’t lose you, Y/N.”

She looked into my eyes as I tried to calm myself, as if she knew what I needed she brought my lips to hers again. Just that simple contact set me on fire. I cradled her head in my hands, as if she’d break if I let go or use too much pressure.

She smiled at me as she did. Once she started working on herself, I grabbed the soap from her.

I felt her push my jeans and boxers all the way to the floor and I kicked them away. I felt her draw circles on me as we kissed, it was something she just does when she can sense I’m stressed or in pain, sad.

She only broke that kiss to say, “I’m right here,Baby.” She kissed my palms and I went right back to kissing her. When she could sense she could break the kiss she grabbed soap and started working a lather in her hands, spreading it on my body.

I spoke in whispers to her as I cleaned her, “This brings me back. Back when you need help because of your ribs.” I kissed her shoulders.

I smiled at her, “And I’m yours, always and forever.” I kissed her longer at that. I could smell her arousal as I trailed my hands down her curves. As if on command she trusted me completely as I picked her up, wrapping her legs around my waist.

She smiled at that memory, “I remember. Now look at where we are,” she looked at me with a smile that reached her eyes and a giggle that made my heart skip a beat. “Now we’re engaged. And I’m yours.” she touched her claim mark and kissed the one she left on me.

I heard her giggling as kissed right under her ear. It’s moments like this that make the hell we went through worth it.

She pulled back and looked at me peppering my face with kisses making me giggle as I told her. “We don’t have a condom here, Omega.”

She just smiled at me and said, “Good thing that the doctor put me on the pill in case we couldn’t wait. All he asks is that we use protection for the week and a half after we choose to start trying.”

This is my first time actually feeling her, “Shit, you feel so perfect Baby.” There is no other word to describe the way she feels. She’s perfect.

I smiled as I said, “I completely forgot about that.” She smiled at me as I lined myself up with her.

As soon as sunk her down onto me we both let out a moan at the feeling.

“So are you, I can feel every vein, so good..” Was all she could say, “Made for me, love you so much.”

I kissed her with every ounce of pent up emotion I’ve had, I started moving as soon as I was sure I wouldn’t blow my load early. I want this to last as long as possible, but with how she’s squeezing me I can tell that is a big ask from the both of us, given how we’ve been unintentionally teasing each other this entire time.

My hands went from her waist to her ass as I kissed and nipped at her neck. I slowly started lifting and guiding her back onto my shaft. When I looked at her I had to bite my lip so hard I nearly drew blood.

Her eyes were blown out, her kiss swollen lips were open slightly letting out the most sinful moans I have ever heard come out of a person. That’s all secondary to the fact that when I looked at where we were joined, I could literally see an outline of my cock in her stomach.

I moved one of my hands to the bulge, I couldn’t help but moan at the sight. She followed my gaze and smiled at me. I crashed my lips back into hers as I picked up the pace slightly. The only things that could be heard in the shower room were our moans, the water from the shower, and skin on skin.

Feeling her squeeze me like a vice while her nails scratched at my back, leaving a trail of delicious heat after them.

Everything started building. Hearing her moans.

Her lips sucking on my skin, her chest sliding against mine.

All of this would make any man cum alone but the cherry on top of all of this was her breathlessly begging me to cum.

“Please, Alpha, cum for me. Fill me up. I need it. Baby please.”

That’s what did it as my knot popped and I filled her completely, so much so that her stomach was distended.

I came so hard that I had to use a hand to support us on the shower wall.

When I looked at Y/N I could see that she was still very high off of her orgasm, so I just held her tight to my body, angling her head so that she could scent me.

‘It’s okay I got you Omega, breathe I got you.” I petted her hair back as I turned off the shower and grabbed a towel for us.

I made sure to cover her first as I walked back to our room.

By the time I dried us off and peeled back the covers she started coming to…

“De-Dean”

I smiled at hearing her voice, she is so out of it. That fact that I made her that way made my heart swell a bit. She feels safe enough to let go completely like this, knowing I’ll take care of her.

I laid the towel down for when my knot finally deflated, although I can tell it’s not going to happen for a while.

I laid her down on the bed with me on top, so no pressure is on the knot and I put the blanket over us.

I finally got to see her face as I pulled back, “Hey Beautiful, welcome back.” I said as I kissed her nose.

She scrunched her face and said, “That hit different.”

I started laughing as I said, “you looked like you were just gone, Baby I’m not gonna lie.”

She smirked and said, “That was an out of body experience right there, I astral projected like Dr.Strange or something.”

I started full on belly laughing as I looked at her I held up two fingers and I said, “How many am I holding up?”

She swatted my chest and she said “Two.”

I laughed as I got lotion from the side table and moisturized her entire body, getting her to relax. Afterwards, I just cuddled her, putting my head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat as I waited.

Maybe 20 mins later I could finally pull out.

As soon as I did I cleaned her up and went to get her water.

Then she looked up with tired eyes, “Can we cuddle?”

How could I say no to that. The laundry, the clothes, all of that can wait.

I climbed into bed with my Omega and not even a few minutes later, we fell into a peaceful sleep.

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