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i'm back for more pittsie pie <3 this time i'm thinking college aged and long haired pitts like that one picture i screamed at you all about (you know the one) i don't really care what more you do with it bc i'll scream and cry (pos) at whatever you write but i think u know my ~type~ when it comes to Men - emotional, sensitive, openly affectionate, you get it girly <3 okay i love you so much bye bye

Spring Flowers

Pairing: Gerard Pitts x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, dirty talk, no use of y/n, established relationship, just a sweet and short blurb

Summary: You soak in the first signs of summer with the boy you love most

word count: 1.1k

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The spring sun beats down hard on your skin, warming you over, and managing to lift your mood in every way. Harvard had long, cold, hard winters and this was finally the light at the end of the tunnel. It was the first time since the Fall you were able to lay out on the grass in the quad and read a book. All your assignments were done for the week and finals right around the corner. Life couldn’t be any better. 

This is proven to be true when a familiar body settles beside yours on the ground. He practically cocoons you with how much of him there is but you can only turn and smile. Birds chirp in the sky and the sun glares back at you, but none of that matters when you realize how picture perfect this entire moment is. How perfect he is.

“Having fun?” he questions, arm tightening around your waist and pulling you closer. You nod softly while brushing some of the hair out of his face. It had grown out so much and there was something sexy about the longer hairstyles the boys were starting to sport. 

“Yeah, hoping to catch a tan,” you tell him in a teasing tone, knowing the spring sun wasn’t yet strong enough to provide the color you so desperately needed. It was nice to hope though. 

“As long as you remembered sunscreen,” he says while tugging the book from your hands. He carefully places the bookmark between the pages and dismisses it off to the side. 

“Of course I did,” you defend but he knows you’re lying just as much as you do. He just laughs before rolling to his back and tucking you against him. The laughter of other classmates fills the air and a stray frisbee flies through the sky every few moments. All of you are soaking in the first signs of summer. 

“I was worried when you weren’t in your dorm but I figured even you couldn’t avoid some warm weather,” he says, fingers tangling in your hair and you smile as you rest your cheek against his chest. His heart thumping softly and it brings a smile to your face. 

“It’s perfect reading weather, it was calling my name all day,” you inform him, pinching one of the buttons on his shirt between your fingers. Classes had been long and tedious nearing the end of the year but the first signs of sunshine outside gave you hope and the strength to get through it. 

“Yeah well I was hoping to go to your dorm and have you call my name instead,” he states and you gasp, lightly slapping his chest and unable to suppress the giggle that bubbles past your lips. 

“Ger, if we always did what you wanted I’d never leave my room,” you say and he smirks, hand cradling the back of your head as you look up at him. 

“Would that be so bad, I mean, you remember last night. My hands and mouth, your thighs wrapped around my head,” he mutters lowly into your ear and a deep blush crosses your face at the memory. You both had been lucky not to receive a noise complaint. 

“Oh I remember just fine, thank you,” you say, not daring to look in his eye and inflate his ego even more. Gerard lets out a low chuckle and it warms your entire body over. 

“I’m just saying, it’s too bad we don’t have any privacy right here,” he tells you, ducking down to capture your lips in a quick kiss. As always you become absorbed in him, giggling against his mouth as his long locks fall and hide your faces. When you pull away you push the hair back and behind his ears which only earns you another kiss. 

“You think you’ll cut your hair when you get back home?” you question, hoping the answer was no but also knowing this free lifestyle he had become accustomed to would disappear the minute he was back home. 

“Probably, but it’ll grow back,” he reminds you, relaxing into the grass and trying to memorize the feeling of you against him before you were separated for three months. As much as you yearned for the end of the school year you also hoped it would slow down just a little so you could have more time with him. 

“I’ll miss it, but probably not as much as I’ll miss you,” you tell him and he grins, ducking to press a kiss to the crown of your head. There was something about Spring that fit the boy so beautifully. Tall like the flowers that kept spouting and bright like their colorful petals. He was calming, safe like a soft breeze and baby birds chirping high in the trees. 

“I’ll write and call as much as I can,” he reminds you, tangling his long fingers through your hair and brushing through the locks. You close your eyes at the sensation, relaxing into him and ready to fall asleep right here in the middle of the quad. “Besides, anything is better than a flat top.”

You laugh loudly, remembering the haircut he first sported when coming here. Yet it still didn’t keep you from resisting his charm, bad haircut and small redhead roommate included. He had been the best part of your years here and without him you may have never gotten through it. There was more to him than the other guys, something dark but in a way that made him who he was. He never let those moments bring him down and he was constantly reminding you of the good. No matter if assignments got too hard or your parents stopped calling for a while. Gerard was the bunker in a storm and you were going to keep him no matter the cost. 

“I liked the flat top, very preppy,” you remind him and he snorts, knowing he long ago shed the conformed school boy persona for something more go with the flow. He had taken up the guitar, tried weed for the first time, and stopped buttoning his shirts all the way. That last one was your favorite but you could do without the weed. All that had gotten you was a late night and all the food you had stashed cleared from your dorm. 

“You like everything about me,” he jokes but it couldn't be anymore true. Smiling you snuggle tighter against him and memorize this moment to hold close for the entire summer apart. It could be the only thing to get you through. 

“True but if I didnt we wouldn't be here right now,” and this answer suffices him as he squeezes you in a hug, certain that when Graduation rolled around next year there would also be a ring stuffed in his pocket. The first summer for his entire life he would finally get to keep you.

And you knew you’d say yes.

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unfortunately i need a smoke sesh pt 4-40 immediately 🤭

Smoke Sesh pt. 4

Pairing: Randall ‘Pink’ Floyd x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, semi-public, teasing, orgasm denial, oral, dirty talk, language, alcohol use, smoking, fluff

Summary: Deciding to tease Pink during a weekly Poker night earns you a little torture and more than you could’ve ever asked for.

word count: 2.2k

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A cloud of smoke sits heavy under the single bulb illuminating the poker table in front of you. It wasn't often you joined your friends for Friday night poker but tonight Pink had insisted. You couldn't find it in yourself to say no despite the bubble bath and new records calling your name at home. Instead you hopped in the front seat of the El Camino and joined your friends even though you had no idea how to play. That's how you find yourself sitting in Pink's lap, his arms wrapped around you and using you as a shield to hide his cards. It's easy to pick up on how the game works this way, understanding his thought process, and discovering why he makes each play that he does. 

"I secretly think you're a poker genius and helping Pink win," Mike points an accusing finger at you and you laugh. Pink had been doing exceptional tonight so it was no doubt his friends were trying to find out why. In fact you wished you knew how to play so well. The game was thrilling and it makes you understand why people have gambling addictions. 

"Someone's just bitter his winning streak is over," Tony points out, Sabrina sat with a stack of cards beside him. The freshman had fit in well with the rest of the crew and surprisingly the blonde boy had yet to screw things up. 

“No, I would just like to at least win one round,” he defends and you feel somewhat bad for the boy. Truth was Pink wasn’t that great a poker player, he could hold his own, but tonight he was killing everyone. It made you feel bad for his other friends who had yet to feel the thrill of a perfect deck of cards. 

“Okay well, we have to play another round for that to happen,” Cynthia reminds them as she resets for a new game. Everyone follows in suit and you shift on Pink’s lap. He stiffens beneath you and it’s then you conjure up the devious plan to knock him off his game, just a little bit. 

The first round of cards get shuffled out, each person receiving their cards. When Pink reveals the hand to you it’s obvious the deck is in his favor again. When the first play starts you innocently drop your hand to his lap, palm grazing the hard zipper of his jeans. He winces lightly, cock already semi-hard from the curve of your ass cradled on his lap. Now your familiar hand, one that has offered him so much pleasure before, practically burns him through the denim. You give him an innocent look, one he can see through but in no word would he ever stop you. 

“Pink, your play,” Cynthia reminds him and he’s brought back to reality, glancing at each of the expectant faces around him before flicking his eyes to his cards. He sees a good play, strategizing his moves, but the minute his hands find a stack of chips, that once innocent hand grips him through his jeans. 

You watch with satisfaction as he places a low bet, the confused glances of the others as they suspect he has no good cards. Pink couldn’t even recall what cards he even had as you squeeze him ever so softly, thumb brushing the fabric that strains against his tip. He’s getting harder by the minute and the embarrassment of being caught in such a position outweighs the embarrassment of folding in a game. His hand trembles and you sit there as if you weren’t doing a thing at all but observing the rest of them. 

“Did someone run out of luck?” Sabrina smirks, tapping her cards against the table. Everyone nods in agreement, wondering why Pink was so quick to choke after all that talk. Little did they know when weed was involved, you were addicted to the boy underneath you and he was easily putty in your hands. 

“No, just taking my time with this game,” Pink explains, voice a little strangled and hair falling in his eyes that he can’t even brush away because he’s gripping his cards too tightly. If he lets go, he’ll not only fold in the game but fold to you. He wasn’t ready to cave just yet. 

Your friends each take their turns, moving along the game, and upping the bets. You wait until it’s Pinks turn, him getting comfortable with your touch. You time it correctly, aware he’s unassuming of your intentions, and when his bet comes along you confidently fumble with the zipper off his pants and slowly drag it down. His jaw clenches at the action, trying to keep his composure as your slim fingers slip into his pants.

“Sometime today would be nice,” Mike mutters and Pink’s brain short circuits as he tries to comprehend his cards and the way you sneak past the waistband of his boxers. No matter which one he tries to focus on makes him fall short and the second your finger collects the precum on his tip he’s making an awful bet once again. You smirk out of his sight, feeling yourself get wetter and wetter as you realize how desperate he is for you already. 

“Someone unwilling to fold?” Cynthia asks, eyebrows raised as she taps her cards against the table to even them out. Pink tries to find words to respond but he fears if he opens his mouth the only thing that would come out was your name in a desperate moan. 

“He’s strategizing,” you answer for him, squeezing his hard length in your hand and he nods desperately. It’s then he realizes this was all on purpose. You were being devious and he wasn’t sure if it was in favor of him or his friends. Either way he wouldn't last that much longer at this game or even in this room at all. Instead the inside of his El Camino was calling his name, specifically you completely naked in the front seat of it. 

“Clearly,” Tony snorts, shoving the rest of his chips to the center, entirely sure Pink had bad cards for the first time all night. You nod as you pump Pink a few times, he tries to lift his hips and meet your speed but the weight of you on top stops him. None of them have any idea other than the fact their normally cocky friend was suddenly out of words. 

When he’s sure he can’t take any more of it you slip out and use it to lift his forgotten beer to your lips. He watches carefully as you drink it, some of the beer sloshing from the neck and sliding down your evil hand. You give a sheepish look from the spill before dragging your tongue along your fingers. Pink gulps, cock twitching in his pants as your tongue wets the whole hand, reminding him of how good it would feel to be throat deep in your right now. When the supposed mess is clean, your hand disappears back under the tables and returns to his length. Your now spit soaked hand curling around his cock makes him forget the game entirely. 

“Pink, your turn,” you remind and he chokes on nothing, eyes struggling to focus on his cards. They all look like fives but none of it matters. He folds the cards face down as he gives up on the game and gives up on fighting the pleasure that consumes him. Your friends are still confused but continue anyway, revealing their cards just for Tony to win the round. It earns him a wet kiss to the cheek from Sabrina and Pink to slump against you from relief. 

“Well, who’s down for another round?” Mike grumbles, desperate to win a turn at least once tonight. This gets Pink to perk up for the first time since your hand slipped into his pants. 

“Not us, we gotta get up early?” he shoves you off his lap, scrambling out of the seat and hiding himself behind you. Your friends give confused looks and question the bullshit excuse but neither of you acknowledge them as you slip out the doors. Left in the wake of your early absence, Cynthia flips his cards just to discover he held a Royal Flush the entire time and he could’ve wiped the team clean all over again. 

Now out of the sight of question eyes, Pink has you pressed harshly against the side of the El Camino, something darker than lust taking over him. He was annoyed at you for making him lose focus but he was also so turned on he was nearly blind with pleasure. You give him wide and innocent eyes, awaiting to see what he might do next. 

“Think it’s so funny making me out to be a fool in front of my friends, huh?” he questions and you shake your head even though his fingers drag down the buttons of your shirt, slowly revealing the black bra underneath. 

“No, I just really needed you,” you say, not yet revealing your master plan. He just shakes his head with amusement, tugging the shirt off your shoulders and leaving you in just your bra in the dark driveway. 

“Yeah well lets see how you like it while I take advantage of you right here,” he grins mischievously, hands lifting your skirt and finding the thong underneath. You shudder at the words, breathing heavier as he drags the panties down your legs. He throws them right in the car with your shirt before dropping to his knees and pushing up the skirt to reveal you to him. You hiss when the cool night air meets your core and he only gives you one last signature smirk before diving in. You gasp, hands tangling in his hair and he goes directly for your clit, after more torture than pleasure. 

“Oh God, Pink,” you whine, trying not to grind down on his face but he only takes the words as encouragement before hooking one of your legs over his shoulder and only diving deeper. You’re dripping all over him, something about only a singular streetlamp illuminating you making it hotter than ever. 

When you least expect it, two of his fingers slide into you, pumping slowly as he sucks hard on your clit. Your one knee holding all your weight trembles slightly, nearly making you fall on his face but the way his tongue continues to swirl against you shows he wouldn't mind. Instead he picks up the speed and continues to make you pay for what you just did. When you're certain you’re about to finish he pulls back, lips wet with your slick and he gives a devious grin.

“Get in the car,” he demands and you remove your leg from his shoulder, scrambling into the front seat only for him to take his sweet time walking around and getting into the driver's seat. You look at him expectantly as he turns the key and lets the engine roar to life. You're desperate for relief but instead he shifts the car into drive and slowly backs out. You almost whine from the orgasm denial but he only smirks as he uses one hand to pop the button of his still unzipped pants while starting down the road. 

“How about you be a good girl and finish what you started, and then maybe I’ll consider finishing what I did,” he explains and the words make you deflate until the sight of his hard cock springing free reminds you of how good the reward would be after. In no world would Pink not end up inside of you tonight. So on a mission of your own, you remove the rest of your clothes, stark naked before crawling across the seat and lowering your head to his cock. His breath shudders but just like him you're completely unforgiving as you spit down his length and take all of it in one go. 

“Fuck I love you,” Pink says so suddenly it makes you freeze mid kiss to his tip. He panics for a moment, not expecting those words out of the many he could've said to come out. What surprises even you is how easily you realize you love him back. 

“I love you more,” you say, eyes glancing up at him through heavy lashes and the smile that breaks out across his face is real and genuine. He’s so perfect at the moment the only thing you can think to do is take him back into your mouth and finish the job. Yet it doesn't take long because with the words now shared between you both, he finishes in just moments. 

When you both reach his home the game is over and that night he makes love to you like he always does but this time you finally knew how much it meant. Pink was yours and only yours and you thank the weed God’s for bringing you together. Had it not been for that night in his garage you wouldn’t be here finishing in his bed as he told you he loved you over and over again. 

keep his composure as your slim fingers slip into his pants.

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temporarily closing my requests to finish the ones in my inbox because they are just too good. esp some of the ones I got today, fuck I need to lock in

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djoc

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Hellooo! I’ve been following you for a good while now, both on here and on Wattpad. So I’d really like to make a request for Macgyver if that’s okay, because there is not enough for our man on here😩

omg ofc!!! make any request you want. MacGyver deserves all the love and I haven’t written for him in a while 💖💖

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i’ll perform for you

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Soda: writes the longest and most emotionally charged letter of his life with one (1) spelling mistake

Ponyboy: "lol what a dropout"

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this one is really for the tumblr girlies huh?

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Oh baby

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can we all agree charlie would love having his hair played with? yeah? okay, thanks.

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end of beginning

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DJO Coup De Main, ph. by Anthony Pham — 2025

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spiderman!steven meeks 🕸️🕷️

summary ; you begin to suspect your sweet, nerdy roommate steven meeks is new york's most celebrated hero - spiderman.

tropes ; roommates to lovers, modern!au, university!au, sassy steven if you squint

warnings ; injuries, blood, kissing

songs ; call me up - daydreamers, sunflower - post malone, swae lee

a/n ; I'm so excited to finally publish this & I'm so proud of it, yn and stevie are so special to me and aaahhhh I love them!! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

- spiderman!steven meeks, who, as soon as he gets bitten by a spider and discovers he can suddenly walk on ceilings and conjure up spiderwebs through his fingers, does everything he can to try and hide his powers from his roommate (you).

- spiderman!steven meeks, who you used to be close to before, suddenly becomes a ghost, disappearing for entire days and reappearing at the most random times, always a moment before you were about to call out a search party for him. the boy who you used to sit next to in lectures and who you used to have movie nights with suddenly becomes distant and you wonder what happened to him. your shared apartment suddenly becomes empty and sure, you still spend some time together, but not as much as you used to. you missed him.

- spiderman!steven meeks who comes home later each night as the months progress, exhausted from fighting off mutated creatures from new york's illegal underground labs. oftentimes, you don't hear him come in until four in the morning and you always wonder where the hell he had been. the steven meeks you had gotten to know was responsible, never late to class and always working hard, even turning his projects in early. now, there were untouched assignments piling up on his desk and classmates, as well as professors, approached you in the halls, asking what was up with your roommate and when he was going to get his act together.

- spiderman!steven meeks who has been into you ever since you accidentally bumped into him after one of your shared lectures and spilled some of your coffee onto him. he was about to complain before he saw you - the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on. he couldn't even be mad at you as you apologized a million times. the shirt was brand new and had cost a lot, but he didn't care as he looked into your beautiful, apologetic eyes. you had invited him for coffee, to make up for ruining his shirt, which was kind of ironic.

"please? I feel so bad about ruining your expensive shirt. please let me make it up to you."

of course he couldn't resist.

you showed him your favorite coffee shop and the two of you bonded over your shared love for old movies and books, him getting excited when he discovered you had read some of the same, pretty much niche books as him.

he ended up telling you how he was still on the lookout for a roommate. you saw it as the perfect chance - being new to town and still sleeping on your aunt's couch. the rest was history.

- spiderman!steven meeks who you always see hanging out with suspicious looking people after uni. he'd often just storm out the lecutre hall, walking right past you without so much as a glance. sometimes, you'd trail behind him, wanting to see what all the mystery was about. he'd sometimes get in a black truck and just drive off or talk to random people standing in a dark corner, their faces hidden behind their hoodies. you'd worry about him, those people didn't exactly look safe. you'd ask him about it at dinner but he told you they were just friends of his and that you shouldn't worry.

- spiderman!steven meeks who's the type of spiderman to stop and take selfies with kids, even if he's on an important mission. he rescues cats out of trees, helps elderly people across the street and stops a robbery in his favorite deli on the corner. people don't call him the friendly neighborhood spiderman for nothing.

- spiderman!steven meeks whose friends have become used to seeing you whenever they facetimed him. you'd often be in the same room whenever he talked to them, sitting on the same couch and watching tv. with your head resting on steven's shoulder, you'd be in the frame of the phone as well and sometimes, his friends would make casual conversation with you, especially charlie. "so yn, is he behaving?"

"how's university?", "is steven doing the dishes like a good boy?"

you liked his friends, they were funny and you got along with them well.

you know it made steven happy too, how well you got along, as he was always smiling brightly when you exchanged some jokes with them.

- spiderman!steven meeks who is super careful, always taking off his suit and walking a detour before returning to your shared apartment, wanting to make sure no one could ever find out where he, and therefore also you, live. he would never forgive himself if something happened to you because of him. he would rather sleep in the streets than have someone follow him home.

- spiderman!steven meeks, who, despite having so many missed assignments and lectures himself, still helps you and tutors you in biochem, the subject you struggle in the most.

you feel so bad, because you know he has own work he needs to catch up on but you also desperately need his help.

"stevie are you sure you have the time for this?

"yn, stop worrying about it. seriously. I wanna help you and, from the looks of it, you badly need my help too."

you gasped, laughing "steven! that's so rude!"

he laughs too and shrugs. "come on, you know you suck at biochem."

you chuckle, shaking your head. "you're impossible."

- spiderman!steven meeks who doesn't even look at other girls. he only has eyes for you. even at parties, he walks past all the other girls who he might know, only nodding at them with a curt smile before continuing to search for you. when he spots you, his face lights up and he walks towards you with open arms, ready to embrace you in a hug.

- spiderman!steven meeks who knows you're super clumsy and always catches you or the things you drop. one time, someone had bumped into you in the cafeteria, sending your lunch tray along with its contents flying and you stumbling backwards. somehow, he managed to catch both you and your tray, your juice box and sandwich landing smoothly back on the plastic.

"wow, great reflexes! thanks!", you grin, amazed by what you had just witnessed him do. it almost seemed a little superhuman, if you were honest.

"anytime", he nods, smiling. he blushes as he realizes he's still holding your waist and lets go, handing you your tray. you're almost a little disappointed.

- spiderman!steven meeks who always has some kind of bruise or injury. whether it'd be a cut on the cheek, a long scratch on his arm, a dislocated knee, a broken finger or a black eye, there was never a time where he wasn't injured somehow. when patching him up, you'd always ask how he'd got it and he'd tell you some stupid story you knew was made up, like he fell down the stairs or something. you'd frown at him, but let it slide, albeit reluctantly. you knew he was already having a hard time with uni.

- spiderman!steven meeks who has mastered the art of texting while swinging. at first, when he'd be out on a mission, his texts would be really incoherent but he improved over time, now even being able to send whole paragraphs without any sort of typo.

- spiderman!steven meeks, who will literally clean the bathroom at 3 am on a thursday morning, just because it was his turn to do so (and because he just came back from a mission). however, you wake up from the sound of him scrubbing and tiptoe to the bathroom. when you open the door, he looks at you wide-eyed, like he had been caught red-handed. "hey, yn", is how he greets you awkwardly, scratching his neck. you notice a cut on his forehead, which was almost hidden by his dissheveled ginger hair.

frowning, you ask: "stevie, why are you cleaning the bathroom in the middle of the night?"

"um, it was my turn, so I figured I'd just do it", he said, laughing nervously.

you raised an eyebrow, not convinced. "in the middle of the night?"

"uhhhh"

"and why do you have a cut on your forehead? did you fall down the stairs again?", you question, irritated by your roomates behaviour.

he's about to answer, when his phone suddenly pings, his eyes widen and he apologizes, mumbling how he has to leave immediately. he rushes to the door and you call after him: "where? it's 3 am, for god's sake!"

he sends you one last apologetic glance, before rushing out the door, his retreating footsteps pounding down the stairs...

the next morning, a video of spiderman capturing a dangerous criminal who escaped from prison popped up on your youtube feed. it had been shot in the middle of the night and the person who had posted the clip remarked that it had been recorded at around three am. you paused. steven had left at around that same time. but...it couldn't be, right?

- spiderman!steven meeks who makes you breakfast the next morning, wanting to apologize for how he acted the night before. he makes you pancakes with fruit, arranging everything on a platter.

"I'm sorry for how I acted yesterday. I shouldn't have just stormed off without explaining, that wasn't fair to you."

"it's okay stevie, I just worry about you. you're always get back home so late, you're always injured."

"I know, I just - I can't tell you, yn. I don't want to get you in danger."

you sigh. "It's just- the secrecy is kind of annoying. I'm practically an open book to you and I feel like you just keep me at an arm's length."

you notice his eyes softening. "yn - I don't mean to, I'm sorry. I just want to keep you safe."

"from what?", you ask, gradually becoming more irritated. what the hell was he keeping from you? steven didn't respond and wakwardly stared at his feet.

"never mind. forget it.", you say, done with the conversation.

- spiderman!steven meeks who hates lying to you. he hated how he had to keep his distance, to not let you get too close to him. if you were involved in this little secret of his, if you would know he was spiderman, you would be a direct target and he would never forgive himself if something happened to you because of him.

- spiderman!steven meeks who always gets mistaken for your boyfriend. the two of you not only live together, but also sort of act like an old married couple. when steven buys himself snacks, he always lets you have as much as you want and when you're cold, he lends you his blazer. the two of you are often seen together, sometimes bickering over trivialities like what the two of you should have for dinner or which movie you should borrow from the library.

while you swear you're not together, you go on couple like outings in your freetime. once, the two of you went to an aquarium to check out the new jellyfish that just arrived there. you grabbed his hand to excitedly pull him along and somehow, it felt like the most natural thing in the world as the two of you continued to hold hands, steven occasionally pointing out a special fish he'd just recently read about.

while you swear you're not a couple, your head rests in his lap while the two of you are relaxing in the living room, steven's hand gently combing through your hair, his eyes fixed on the book he was reading to you.

you're also his plus one for the welton reunion. while every single one of the poets brings their partner along, he brings you. charlie teases the two of you all night and meeks can't help but blush. not only because of charlie's antics but also because you look so gorgeous in your black dress. later on, the poets whisper as the two of you sit together in a corner, already a little drunk. you're practically sat on steven's lap, the two of you giggling like little teenagers at some brainrot cat video he's showing you on his phone.

- spiderman!steven meeks who randomly goes "hey yn, do you want to hear something super cool?" and then rants about something he learned recently. he's always so excited and fascinated by what he discovers and so eager to share it with you, you just love to listen to him.

- spiderman!steven meeks who searches for you immediately after creatures attack the university. he almost forgets to take off his suit before he finds you in an empty lecture hall, hiding behind the podium. his heart drops when he sees the cuts on your body, blood seeping through your clothes.

"yn, what happened?", he asks, kneeling in front of you, his voice suddenly small and laced with worry.

"I -I don't know. some - some thing just followed me in here and I guess it's claw just cut me."

"are you okay?", he asks, his eyes scanning your body for any more injuries.

you nod and saw steven's eyes begin to brim with tears.

"I'm sorry yn, I-"

"hey, what are you sorry for? it's not your fault, stevie. I promise"

he shakes his head and you continue, saying "I'm not that hurt anyway, I'll be fine, I promise."

he stares at you, his eyes slightly glassy and you feel your heart breaking a little.

"are you really sure you're okay?", he asks and you nod.

- spiderman!steven meeks who doesn't leave your side the next few days. gone is your ghost of a roommate and back is your sweet roommate who watches old black and white movies with you, who makes you soup and reads you poems. he stays at your apartment most of the time and catches up on his missed assignments. he cancels hangouts with friends only to stay with you, even if you've told him a million times you're literally fine and it's just a few bruises. however, you don't complain as the two of you grow closer again. steven ignores the people calling spiderman a coward for avoiding fightsand retreating. he didn't care.

- spiderman!steven meeks, who isn't careful enough one time and leaves a trail of blood in the bathroom after coming home from a particularly rough fight. that's your last straw. sick with worry, you storm into his room and see him curled up on his bed, his glasses sat on his night stand and his bedsheets bloody.

"stevie?", you ask, breathless.

"yn?", he whispers, his voice strained.

you rush over to his bed and try to look for a wound. after finding the sort where the blood was leaking from (gasping when you find your fingers are drenched int he red liquid), you try to pull up his shirt or hoodie (you couldn't quite make out his clothing in the dark), but find that there isn't anything to pull up, that he's wearing some kind of onesie. you try to switch on the lamp on his nightstand, but he stops you, his hand gently wrapping around your wrist and pulling you to lie top of him.

"please, yn, don't", he pleads.

you shake your head. "steven, you're bleeding. heavily, may I add. I'm not leaving you to bleed out, I'm switching on the light."

as soon as the room was illuminated, you saw what he was wearing. a red, bloodied spandex. not just any spandex, though. it was spiderman's spandex. spiderman's signature spandex. the red and blue one with a black spider on the chest. he was wearing it, and it was soaked with blood.

then suddenly everything clicked. the constant wounds, the sudden disappearance and reappearences in the middle of the night. the suspicious people he was hanging out with after uni, the countless missed assignments.

"steven...", you said slowly, trying to grasp what you had just found out.

"I know, yn, I know. I'm so sorry, I should've told you sooner."

"I just - I can't believe it. I - how? why?", you asked.

he was about to answer when you stopped him.

"we - we can talk about it later, we just have to get you to a hospital first, okay?", you say and he nods.

the doctors ask how he'd gotten the injury and you lie, saying he had an accident at work. they patch him up and tell you it would probably be better if he stayed overnight. you're already preparing to sleep in the chair next to his bed, but he tells you to go home.

"please, yn, I promise I'll be fine. just go home and get some sleep. maybe pick me up tomorrow?"

you sigh reluctantly. "okay, I will. but text me if you need anything at all, okay?"

"I will yn. I love you", he said, as if it was the most normal thing to say to your roommate. you paused and swore your heart stopped beating for a second.

It felt right when you responded: "I love you too, stevie"

- spiderman!steven meeks who, after he gets out of the hospital that next morning, tells you everything. from how he was bitten in a laboratory where he was interning at the time, how he discovered that he could use his powers for good and therefore became spiderman. he tells you that after one of his best friends died in highschool he kept beating himself up, thinking he should've done more, paid closer attention so that maybe he would still be with them. that's why he became spiderman. because if he couldn't help neil, he could at least help other people.

he apologized like a million times, for endangering you and for not telling you.

he told you he would never forgive himself if something happened to you. you hugged him tightly and steven winces at the pressure being put on his wounds. he hugs back anyway and as you pull back from the hug, you kiss him. you immediately felt him kiss back, his soft lips pressing against yours. you felt your heart flutter when his hand gently touched your cheek, his fingers reaching to tangle into your hear.

when he pulled away, slightly flushed, he said: "I meant what I said yesterday, yn. I love you. I always have."

you smile brightly. "me too. I love you too."

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