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[coconut530]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY FAVORITE GAME EVER :DDDDD

[fangirlshrieks]

Spring Break part 3

a/n: 😁Thank you all for liking my story!!! I honestly didn't expect this many people to read it. 🥰 I originally wrote this because I was on spring break and now that my spring break is over here is the last part. This has really been fun for me and am glad so many of you enjoyed it. I really want to expand on this story (bc in my head it's a continuous story from y/n' years at hogwarts) but I don't know if I will have time with school. I really hope you all enjoy the last part.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Word count: 5,835

Pairings: Neville Longbottom x female reader

Warnings: smut!, fluff!, oral sex (male and female receiving), mentions of plant boy's insecurities, kind of dom!reader and sub!Neville at the end (idk I saw the opportunity and took it; plus that's my favorite trope), Neville loses his virginity, nonvirgin reader, awkward sex

You quickly turned off the shower, while Neville slid the glass door open so you could exit. 

He grabbed a towel and handed it to you. He grabbed one for himself and tried to dry off as fast as possible. He didn't properly dry off as his hair was still damp and there were some streaks of water left on his body. You quickly brushed out your tangles and realized your hair might be really damp. You then dried your body. He waited until you were done, awkwardly standing by the entrance of the bathroom not knowing if he should cover himself or not. Then a wave of emotions hit him as he realized what was about to happen. He was aroused, scared, happy, embarrassed, and felt utterly in love for you. The look on his face clearly showed how overwhelmed he felt.

When you were finally done drying yourself you grabbed his hand to lead him to the bed. You eyed him up and down, lingering a little longer on his hardened dick. You felt yourself growing hot by the second. Then you noticed his heavy breathing and tense stance. Despite your urge to push him on the bed and have your way with him, you wanted to make sure that he was ok with this.

"Neville, are you sure about this?" You gave him a small smile that was tinted with understanding and concern.

"What are you talking about? Of course I do." He said a little shaky. "Do.. do you not want to do this?"

"Oh I absolutely want to do this. I've wanted to have sex with you for a long time." You admitted bashfully. "I just wanted to know if you're Ok with me taking your virginity." You loved Neville but you didn't want to rush him into anything he didn't want to do. After you decided to lose your virginity to your first boyfriend, you regretted it ever since. You had felt you gave it to the wrong person. It was only fair that you let Neville make his decision, even if it was not what you wanted. You lifted your hand to caress his cheek. "That's all."

At that moment he felt so much love and compassion for you. He felt so lucky to actually have someone who cared for his well being.

"You're the only person I would trust with it." And with that he leaned down for a kiss. That same passion that was felt in the shower was resumed. He rested his hands on your hips. He was still cold but every place that you touched him he slowly began to warm up. You slithered your hands around his waist, pulling his pelvis close to yours. He slowly moved his hands from your hips to your bum, grabbing desperately. The back of your knees hit the bed and you fell on your back, pulling him down with you. 

You spread your knees apart intending to wrap your legs around him but your sudden movement caused him to stumble. He instead crushed your thigh with his knee to catch himself but he still fell. He landed on the bed right next to you with his left arm trapped under you. 

"Achh!" You squeaked as he crushed your thigh. You moved his leg off your thigh and sat up quickly to release him from under you. 

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry." He panicked and scooted away from you. 

You responded with a small laugh and moved closer to him. You looked at him with a crooked smile. "Neville I'm fine. It didn't hurt that much, I promise." You gave him a goofy smile and he eventually laughed along with you. 

"I might not know what I am doing." He took this as a time to confess his inner worries. 

"Nobody ever does their first time." You cupped his cheek with your hand. "But I'll help you." 

You place your hands on top of his and soothed them. You brought them up to your lips and kissed each one of his knuckles. The sight in front of him made his cock twitch. When you were done, you leaned over for another hot and steamy kiss. 

The two of you made your way to the headboard of the bed and pulled back the covers. Neville remembered about needing a condom and broke the kiss. He seemed embarrassed but you didn't know why.

"Is everything alright?" You placed your hands on his cheeks and rubbed your thumb gently on his bottom lip.

"I uh…" he swallowed loudly, and gave you a sappy smile. "Well I need to get something." He said as he made his way to the bedside dresser. He opened the drawer where he had left the condoms. Now sitting at the side of the bed he ripped open the small wrapper. Wondering what he was doing you peaked over his shoulder.

"You brought condoms on your trip to the lake?" You said teasingly resting your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around him. "So I wasn't the only one making plans?" You raised your eyebrow at him.

"I swear I wasn't planning this! Seamus and Dean gave them to me as a joke, but I never thought I would get to use them." His brows furrowed in worry, about how you would react to this, but was met with a surprising smirk. 

"Well I think I will have to say thank you the next time I see them." You let out a small laugh. "Do you need help putting it on?" 

"Yes please." He sheepishly said handing you the condom. His face was completely red as you moved in front of kneeling. Given your position you decided to wait on the condom. You placed it on the bedside dresser for later.

"What are you doing?" He looked at you confused and a little worried that you had put the condom down.

"I want to make you feel good without it first." You said rubbing your hands up and down his thighs making him shiver. "Is that ok?"

He squeaked out a small yes and you smiled up at him. You instructed him to move his legs more open by pushing his knees apart and he easily followed your command. You grabbed the base of his cock causing him to moan. You pumped slowly for a few seconds before dragging your tongue from the base to the tip, kissing the tip and slowly bringing it into your mouth. His moans got caught in the back of his throat and he made a high pitched noise that made you wet. Having the power of making those noises come out of him made you love him more. You made sure to keep your eyes on his face to take in his reactions. He was a shade of bright pink, his mouth gaped open, eyes shut, and sounds that may have been moans coming out of his mouth. His chest lifting up and down as his breathing quickened. You thought he looked absolutely beautiful. There was a familiar feeling in your lower belly and you could feel yourself dripping. You desperately wanted to have your way with him but you wanted to make his first time special and play with him as much as you could before getting to the good stuff.

He was propping himself up with his hands gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white. The way you rolled your tongue around the tip of his cock and pumped the rest was too much for him. With the way you were working him he thought he was about to bust soon. Your other hand made its way to fondle his balls. He let out a mewl and whined when you squeezed them a little. The sensation made his left arm give out. He was now on his back letting his head fall back and out of sight. You stopped immediately.

"Neville, baby, I want to see your face." Your seductive tone surprised him. He looked back at you embarrassed but he did as you asked. He supported himself on his elbows and tried to keep his face towards you.

"There there" you cooed, rubbing circles on the insides of his thighs. His legs were shaking uncontrollably and his cock spasmed on his stomach.

Uhh, It truly was a sight for sore eyes. 

You continue working on him. Taking him in your mouth again, you hollowed your cheeks and went a bit faster than before. You moaned and the vibrations sent him over the edge. It wasn't long before you felt his thighs flex as he began to reach his climax. He shut his eyes tightly as a cry of relief came out of his mouth and he came without warning. You swallowed all of him enjoying the feeling of his cum running down your throat. 

Barely comprehending what had just happened his eyes shot open and he looked down at you in the place between his legs. 

"I'm sorry I should have said something." He wondered if you even enjoyed swallowing his cum and a bit embarrassed about cumming so quickly and in your mouth.

"It's Ok, I liked it." You said wiping off a bit of seamen from your lower lip. It was enough to get him hard again despite his recent orgasm.

You got up and climbed in bed with him. You weren't done just yet. You rested your back on the pillows and he sat up sitting on the edge of the bed. You motioned with your finger for him to come towards you. He eagerly obeyed sitting on his knees right in front of you. You pulled him in for a passionate kiss spreading your legs so he could be closer to you. You teasingly bit down on his bottom lip and he sighed with content. You traced your tongue across his lips and he slowly opened his mouth for you. His mouth was warm and his tongue ran across your teeth. You moaned as your tongues danced with one another. You ran your hands in his hair and down his chest. You could feel his heart beating just as fast as yours. He didn't know where to place his hands and he hesitantly decided to place them on your hips. You were not satisfied with his hand placement and slowly led them to cup both your breasts. 

The feeling of his hands on your soft tissue made you gasp into the kiss. His blush was now spread from his face all the way to his shoulders. He messaged them gently as he had in the shower and squeezed them. His thumbs passed your nipples sending an electric sensation straight to your core. The bud was now hard. The kiss became more sloppy and you moved to kiss along his jaw. You sucked lightly at the skin, careful to not leave any evidence for his grandmother to see. You came across a sensitive spot and he mewled into your ear. You slithered your hand between the two of you and grabbed his dick. 

Neville was caught off guard by your actions and almost collapsed on top of you. His hands froze in a groping position around your breasts as he tried to compose himself as your thumb went over his tip. He tried to continue fondling your boobs as much as possible without getting distracted by the slow pace of your hand. He wanted to please you as you were pleasing him. He lightly rolled your nipples between his fingers and you let out a whine. 

You kissed along his jaw, making your way to his ear. You sucked on his earlobe for a bit before dragging your tongue on the shell of his ear making him shiver.

"I want you to use your mouth." You whispered.

You could feel his erection twitch in your hand as you spoke. He responded in a sort of whimper as you let go of his cock. Also because it was as if you had read his mind finally gave him permission to live out his fantasy of sucking on your tits like a baby. He had never felt so turned on in his life. He was absolutely ecstatic that you were telling him what to do and taking control of the situation. He honestly wouldn't know what to do with himself if you weren't telling him what to do. He secretly hoped it would be this way in the future.

He trailed hot, wet, kisses along your neck, down to your collarbone, and finally to your breast. He naturally brought his mouth over your nipple and sucked gently while kneading your other breast with his free hand. 

"Uhh Nev…" you sighed while arching your back. 

Your sigh of content encouraged him even more. He bit your nipple gently testing to see how you would react. 

"Fuck… Neville" You breathed.

Your words were pushing him towards the edge again. He kissed his way to your previously ignored breast and sucked at the nipple. He loved how soft they were to the touch. 

Your hands ran through his hair and you pulled desperately at his brown curls. Your moans now filled the room. You felt yourself become more and more desperate for him to fill you. Pulling him completely away from your breast you sat up. He looked at you as if he had done something wrong.

"Di… did you not?" He didn't ask a complete question but you understood his meaning.

"Oh no, I definitely enjoyed it." Reassuring him. "I just thought now would be a good time to put on that condom." You said giving him a cheeky grin, looking at his cock which was standing proud in between the two of you. 

He squirmed under your gaze laughing nervously and looked down as he tried to avoid eye contact. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek before you leaned over to the side of the bed and reached for the condom that you had left on the stand and returned to your previous position.

"Are you ready?" You said with a smirk on your face. Neville nodded a yes and with that you grabbed his cock stroking it up and down to get him a bit harder. 

The feeling of your hands around him again was too much for him so he rested his head on your shoulder moaning your name and placed his hands on your hips for support. His lips moved to your neck sucking the skin lightly.

You let go of his cock making him whine at the loss of contact. You gave your attention to the little rubber thing that was to protect you from getting pregnant. You pinched the top allowing room for his seaman, placed it over his tip and rolled the condom on him. Once you were all done you kissed his forehead. 

"It's on." You whispered in his ear. 

"Ok…. Ok…" his whispered back. His breathing became more erratic and his hands seemed to shake more. You laid down fully on your back and smiled up at him.

He moved back a bit so he could finally see in between your legs. The sight made him beam with love, feeling special that you were showing him your most private parts. Neville's eyes grew dark and needing as he saw just how wet you were for him. However, he was not familiar with the female anatomy and all its workings. It was not as if Hogwarts had any health classes and his grandmother certainly never told him about the birds and the bees. What he knew about the female sex, he learned from his friends and the playboys that Dean and Seamus somehow managed to get their hands on in the muggle world bringing them with them to Hogwarts to show off. Plus this was the 90s and owning a television was not common in the wizarding world nor had websites for porn had been invented yet.

He rubbed up and down your thighs, making you shiver. He then leaned over you supporting himself on his elbows. He pushed forward slowly hoping to get lucky and his tip accidentally rubbed against your clit making you gasp. Confusion was written all over his face making him burn with embarrassment.

"Uhh…" he gave you a nervous laugh. "Where do I put it in?" 

"Oh right" you felt your cheeks heat up at his question. You both sat up.

"Ok let me see" you said. 

You grabbed his hips and tried to align them correctly but his movements were stiff. 

"Wait where do you want me to be?" He asked in a giggly voice. 

"I need you to move down a bit." Your own nervous laugh escaped your lips.

He did as you asked. His cock now hovered over your entrance. You grabbed it, causing him to squirm a bit from your touch. You tried to align his cock with your leaking pussy but you were too far apart. 

"Come a little closer." You command. 

You both were focused on looking down at your positioning neither of you noticed how close your heads were and as he moved closer to you, your foreheads bumped together.

"Owe!" 

"Ahh"

The incident made your both roar with laughter. He rubbed your forehead and immediately apologized.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry. Are you ok?"

You responded in more laughter. "Yes I'm fine." 

"I told you I don't know what I'm doing." He chuckled. 

"This isn't working." You were talking about the position but he misunderstood, thinking you had lost interest in him.

"Oh…" he sounded hurt. "I'm sorry." His voice was barely even a whisper and his eyebrows furrowed again. He scooted further back from you. You instantly cupped his head and made him look at you.

"Oh no. I… I meant the position." You kissed both of his cheeks to comfort him. "You're doing amazing right now. Just absolutely brilliant." 

"Are you sure? You know you can tell me the truth, right?" He searched your face for any hints to see if you wanted to stop. He placed his hands over yours and rubbed his thumbs against your knuckles.

"I'm sure." You said leaning in for a kiss. 

You both smiled into the kiss. When you broke the kiss you looked into his doe eyes. You shared a laugh together before you spoke up.

"Let’s switch positions." You suggest.

"Ok." He quickly got up and rested his back against the headboard.

"I think you should lay down this time." You said biting your lips.

He smiled nervously as he slid down resting his head on the pillows. He felt a bit vulnerable with his dick springing up on his stomach having you stare so keenly. But he enjoyed it all too much.

On the other hand, having him sprawled out on the bed just for you, had awakened something in you. A rush of power flowed through your veins as you watched his beautiful body. His chest went up and down erratically as you moved to straddle his legs. Your hands moved up his thigh and you stroked his cock just to see him squirm. Then you moved forward and lifted yourself on your knees just above his throbbing dick and aligning it with your slick pussy.

He intently watched you as you easily slid yourself on to him. He made a choking noise and gripped tightly on your hips as you slid further down. 

"Ah… ohhh…. y/n" was all that came out of his mouth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he leaned his head further into the pillow. 

The immense pleasure that took over his body was enough to make him cum right then and there but he waited, wanting to take in the feeling of you around him. The feeling of your walls stretching for him was enough for him to be content for a lifetime.

"Oh Nev…" you moaned at the feeling of him filling you. You sat still for a moment getting used to the feeling of him. He was bigger than you were used to but it made it all the more arousing. Once you were adjusted you rock your hips in a circle, just to get him started. 

A whine escaped his lips as you teased him with your slow movements and he looked up at you with pleading eyes. You leaned down to give him a quick peck on the lips and started to bounce. The sound of the raindrops tapping against the windows hardly drowned out Neville's and your moans.

"Oooohh fuck…Y/N" Neville said a little breathy. His eyebrows scrunched together and his mouth was agape as you moved faster. He couldn't help but buck up into you. A familiar feeling bubbled inside him as he reached closer to his climax. A few seconds later Neville jerked violently and cried out your name, arching his back to be further in you. 

You found the face he made as he came adorable and just so intoxicating. You hoped that you would be seeing more of that expression in your future. You bounced on his cock to help him fall from his high. It took less than a minute to make Neville cum. You were honestly proud of yourself that you were able to make your boyfriend cum in less than a minute, twice.

Once he calmed down you kept yourself on him and leaned down to rest on his chest. He looked up at you with a dazed expression. His face and chest were a shade of pink. You loved that shade on him. 

"I love you." He breathed. His eyes were half closed and he gave you a crooked smile.

"I'm your forever." You whispered back to him. There was a moment when you just admired his facial features. You watch as his breathing slowed and he relaxed. The rain had gotten more harsh outside and there was a clap of thunder. It was very hypnotic and made him sleepy. You noticed his brow furrow as he regained awareness of his surroundings. 

"Did you finish?" He asked, a little embarrassed. He already knew the answer but asked anyway.

You shook your head. "No, it usually takes a little more than just penetration. Well, at least until you can last long enough for me to finish." You teased. 

He covered his face and groaned with embarrassment. You giggled at his reaction and went to grab his hands and pull them away from his gorgeous face. You placed them so they lay flat on his chest and peaked his lips. "I take that as a compliment by the way." You reassure him. 

"Then can you teach me how to make you finish?" He shrunk himself into the pillow to hide himself. You found his bashfulness cute. You wiggled your hips in excitement which caused him to groan. 

"I thought you'd never ask." You sat up and got off of him. 

He mewled the loss of feeling you around him. He sat up as well and took the condom off and threw it in the little trash can by his bed. He returned to give you a kiss on the lips. You pulled him on top of you, wrapped your legs around his waist, and laid down. You pulled away from the kiss and cupped his face with your hands.

"I need you to move down for me." Your seductive tone returned again making his mouth start to water. 

You held onto his hair, guiding him down your body until he was face to face with your vagina. He swallowed hard and released a breath he didn't know he was holding. You spread your legs wider showing him how wet you had become from him. Neville honestly loved the view he had of you from where he was. He rubbed his hands on the insides of your thighs making you sigh with pleasure. He still had no idea how or where to please you. 

"Can you show me where?" He looked up at you with a shy smile. 

"Of course" you whispered back to him. You sat up and grabbed one of his hands that were on your thigh. His hand was shaking the closer you pulled it towards your entrance.

"This is where I just had your dick in me." You smiled devilishly at his facing turning a shade brighter. His hand quivered hovering over the area. 

"And this is what you have to play with." You said placing his index finger right on your clit. You tilted your head back and released a moan from your mouth. You had been longing for some kind of stimulation and release. You let go of his hand but he kept his finger right on your clit, gently going over it with his finger. His bottom lip quivered as he brushed his fingers over your labia. He seemed to be memorizing the shape and took a mental picture. He felt the urge to kiss your inner lips and explore the area with his tongue. He gulped one more time to clear his throat.

"Can I kiss you here?" He asked, avoiding eye contact. 

You don't know what came over you but you wanted him to ask you again, this time you wanted him to look you in the eyes. You grabbed his jaw and forced him to look up at you. He looked confused and worried that he did something wrong and had upset you. You rubbed your thumb over his top lip and dragged it down to his bottom lip. You rubbed your thumb across his bottom lip and pushed it down so his mouth was now open. You stuck your thumb in his mouth and gently placed it on the top of his wet, hot, tongue. His heart raced in his chest and his dick twitch at the way you completely had a hold of him. 

"You want to eat my pussy and make me feel good?" You cooed. 

He didn't know where all of this was coming from or why you had stepped into this role but he was all for it. He was more than happy to let you take control any day. It made him relax knowing that you pulled the reins . It was less stressful for him to just follow orders than to come up with what to do next. 

Neville nodded a yes but that wasn't good enough for you.

"Say it." You said in a stern and low tone. 

"Huh?" Your thumb was still in his mouth and he didn't know how he would speak. He assumed you would take your thumb out but you didn't. Drool began to fall from the sides of his mouth and color spread all over his face. 

"Say it and look me in the eyes." You repeated. Your tone was harsher than before.

A shiver ran down his spine as he painfully made eye contact with you. "I… wont tu... eat you... poohy an make… you feel goo…" With his tongue restricted by your thumb his words were barely recognizable. There was a puddle of drool on the sheets under his chin. He looked terribly embarrassed but the moving of his hips on the bed told you otherwise. He spoke one last word. "Please?" He asked. 

"Of course my love." You replied in the same cold tone. You took your thumb out of his mouth and pushed his head slowly towards your vagina. 

Neville's eyes widened as his mouth made contact with your inner lips. Your moans filled the room as Neville began licking from your entrance to your clit. The silva that had gathered in his mouth from before helped as a lubricant and made you even more slick. He continued lapping large strokes across your entrance. His hands wrapped under you pushing you closer to him. The feeling shocked you to your core. You laid yourself on your back again and gripped his curly brown hair. You pushed his face closer to your clit to grind yourself on him. Neville began sticking his tongue in you as far as he could. Sticking it in and out and in and out.

"Fuck Nev…" you moaned his name. 

Hearing you call his name caused him to groan. He not so discreetly started humping the bed sheets chasing his third orgasm of the night. He slithered his right hand towards your entrance again and replaced his tongue with his middle finger. His tongue moved towards your clit. The feeling of you squeezing around him overwhelmed him. The idea of being between your legs forever sent him into overdrive and he humped the sheets faster until he came. He moaned around your clit causing your legs to shake. His whole body shook, including his hand which curled as it twitched.

"Nev…" you called as his finger hit that sensitive stop inside you. "Fuck… curl… curl your finger right there." You instructed. 

He did as you said and caused an electric sensation throughout your body. He kept hitting that same spot over and over again with his finger. His tongue continued to lap circles around your clit, sending a shiver down your spine. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his head, trapping him between your legs. Your thighs squeezed his cheeks together making it difficult for him to continue licking you, so he settled on sucking your sensitive bud. You grinded on his face even harder and tightened your grip on his hair. He hummed around your clit and the vibrations sent a warm, fuzzy, and familiar feeling in your lower belly. You looked down at Neville, whose eyes were half closed from his recent high. He slobbered all over you as his mouth continued to salivate from the way you tasted. His finger was still inside you, but you want to feel more of him.

"Nev… put… put another finger…." You were breathless at this point from trying to chase your orgasm. He slid his index finger in you stretching you more. You arched your back at the sensation. His movements had become slower in almost a teasing way. You were not sure if he did this on purpose or not, but whatever the reason you needed him to go faster. 

"Fuck Nev… faster" your cried.

He responded by fucking his fingers in you at a rapid pace. He also tried sticking his tongue in with his fingers. He fucked his tongue and fingers in you desperate to hear you cry out his name again. You thought you heard him whimper your name slightly as he took his tongue out of you. He came back to suck on your clit harder than before. Your thighs shook around his head and your breathing became erratic. You grind yourself up against his face and pulled on his hair causing him to moan your name. That was enough to push you over the edge. You felt your whole body tremble as you came.

"Oh Nev… " you screamed. You arched you back as you came all over his fingers. 

He took his fingers out of you and sucked your cum off of them. When he was done he returned to clean you of your juices with his tongue. 

"Oh god, Neville" You breathed. 

Neville stopped, tilted his head to the side, and rested his head on you. His breathing was hitched as you still had your legs wrapped around him. He didn't mind preferring to have your legs around him than not having your legs around him. He kissed your thigh lovingly.

You brushed your fingers through his soft hair and noticed how tired he was from cumming so many times. You released him from your grip and spread your legs. He stayed in the place between your legs. You looked down at him and smiled to yourself. 

"Did you cum?" You asked teasingly. 

He nodded his head. "Yeah" he breathed. "You're just so hot." He looked up at you with hooded eyes and a crooked smile. He seemed much more relaxed than he ever had before. You stroked his cheek lovingly. 

"Come here." You said. 

He started to crawl further up. He brought the covers over the two of you and rested his head on your chest wrapping his arms around you, gently placing his hips back down on the sheets. He let out a cry from how sensitive his nether regions had become. You thought you heard him make a quiet hissing noise as he shifted above you. During his private maturation sessions, he usually only ever came once. Now having came 3 times in a short amount of time made him tender. 

"Shh… It will be alright." You scratched the back of his head with one hand and traced your nails on his back with the other. The sound of your heart beat was like a lullaby to his ears as he snuggled close to you and he became more drowsy. 

"I love you." You whispered to him.

"I love you." He repeated back to you in a sleepy voice.

The room fell quiet and all that could be heard was the tapping sounds of rain drops from outside. Then you remember your clothes that you had left out on the porch. You also looked at the bedsheets that were a little messy from all the cum and sweat that had gotten on them from your activities with Neville. You would need to wash them.

"Hey Nev." 

"Yeah." He said heavy-eyed.

"I think we better get our clothes from outside and change before your grandmother gets back don't you think." 

He lifted his head and looked at the clock on his bedside dresser. It was about 3:20 pm. He groaned as he buried his head back into your breasts. 

"It's barely three o'clock. Can we just stay like this for a couple hours. Gran said she wouldn't be home until eight." He hugged you tighter, not letting you escape from under him. You laughed at his childish tone and stroked his hair. 

"Ok. Maybe one hour. Then we have to clean up so they don't suspect anything." You secretly hoped it would last longer. You loved the feeling of having skin to skin contact with Neville.

"One hour. " He yawned, shutting his eyes and drifting off to sleep. 

You were not so tired so you just watched him sleep. He truly was beautiful. You felt a fuzzy feeling in your heart grow and you imagined what a future with him would be like. You smiled to yourself at the image you created in your head. Picnics on Sunday afternoons, a garden full of all his favorite plants, and a cozy little cottage the two of you would share in the countryside.  You listened to his soft breathing as he slept and kissed his forehead. 

"Sleep tight."

[peralta-guaranteed]

this is a very specific prompt but after they are together, jake asking amy if maybe one night she can wear that pink dress from the boyle-linetti wedding. i just feel like they would and that it would be one of their top 5 sex ever bc they'd both just be energized completely idk

(it is quite specific and I like it A LOT some of you might have noticed I had Jake and Amy never really undress in most of my smut fics... which I did not realise until a friend pointed it out... so fashion-based fun? hells yeah. Also this started out my head, again, as a short sexy fuclet and now it’s turned into 2k words of pure smut and I’m kind of not sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

“Wait.” Jake stares at her from his position on the bed, where he’s been lazily scrolling through the #konmari twitter tag while she does her once-a-month closet clean out and has covered the rest of the mattress around him with her Keep and Donate piles, only sporadically asking for his opinion on pieces she can’t decide on. “You actually managed to get the stains out of that?”

“Hm?” She looks up at him from her contemplative feel for that ‘spark of joy’ she needs to feel as she holds onto the little pink dress, not really following for a minute. “Oh, of course. I gave it to my dry cleaner, they do amazing work.”

She gives the dress in her hands a look over, seeing if any of the stains she remembers can still be detected, but no. It’s clean as a whistle, almost as good as new. For a reason, she remembers now.

“I should probably get rid of it. I haven’t worn it since, actually.”

“Amy Santiago.” Jake sits up on his knees on the mattress, and it almost looks like he’s getting ready to jump at her. “If you don’t wear that dress on our next date night, I will break up with you. In public.”

Amy scoffs - he’s glad he’s so cute, and that she doesn’t take him too serious anymore, as he’s been jokingly threatening to break up with her over even smaller slights, like stealing the last fry off his plate, ever since they’d established they were definitely together-together after the Captain’s funeral, in it for the long haul, pinky promise and all that. And she’s returned the threat often enough to make it nothing more but an empty joke.

But she does put the dress back onto the keep pile, and sees his excited grin when she does so.

-*-

“I would’ve thought-” She gasps as his teeth nick across her neck, up to her jaw as her head drops back. “-would’ve thought the other dress that day would be more your flavour. Given the boob window.”

“Mmmh.” The hum on his lips is deep and rumbly against her skin as they make their way downward to her cleavage, pulling the already deep v-cut of her pink dress down more with one finger. “Never gonna say no to that view.”

Both his hands find their way to her chest, then, still covered in fabric, cupping and massaging as his head comes back up to kiss her deeply, and she’s glad she picked a soft bralette for tonight to really feel his hands on her.

“But that was a Gina dress.” he continues after their kiss breaks for a baited breath. “You want me to get the hots for a Gina dress?”

“No.” She laughs airless, before gasping once more as he pushes her against the wall of the hallway they’ve only just stepped into and out of their shoes after dinner. “Just that this one is a lot tamer.”

“Sorry that the dress I saw the woman I love wear while chasing down and arresting a perp like a badass and then kneeling in front of me to fake-propose is kind of burned into my brain.” 

“Jake...” She wants to say more about that sweet sentiment he slipped in there - about how if she’d known what he felt back then, if she had been as sure as she is now, she wouldn’t have jokingly handed him off to some auntie for that slow dance - but his hands travelling from her chest down to her thighs and hoisting her up against the wall kind of wreaks her train of thought.

It doesn’t take much more movement to ruck the skirt of the dress up, halfway over her bum, and she can feel the bulge of his pants hard on her as he uses his whole body to hold her up against the wall.

“I think you need to get me out of this dress now, though. As much as you like it.” She jokes with a wink, but the dark glint in his eyes make her gulp.

“No, I really don’t have to.”

-*-

And he doesn’t - all he needs is to pull her panties to the side after unzipping his slacks, and then she feels the weight of his body against her again, as well as the stretch of him inside her as she moans and clings to his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist for support as his hips begin driving into her.

“Jake, fu- oh my god-” She can only repeat his name in higher and higher moans and gasps, his speed and intensity much more than what she’s used to, especially out of the blue after only a short moment of making out in the cab back home. His lips and tongue swallow the next round of pleas before she’s left to nothing but a tense, quiet whine as he bites along her neck again, his hands gripping her thighs so hard she already knows she’ll have dark red marks from his fingertips tomorrow. Every inch of her in contact with him burns, in the most pleasing way, and she absolutely won’t regret the ache and soft thrum of pain she’ll probably have to endure tomorrow after this slightly acrobatic scene, she thinks as her legs twitch and her arms scramble for purchase in his dress shirt.

And then he bites down onto the bit of shoulder the cut of her dress has left bare, hard and to the point of almost actual pain, and one more deep thrust of his hips is enough to clamp her legs around him even tighter, barely letting him move into softer twists, almost shocked into an orgasm so sudden and rough she can’t focus her eyes for a moment as she grabs his hair and pulls his head back with a shout. He does continue those calmer movements of his hips, though, pushing her short high into a drawn-out pulse between her legs that almost makes her sob, and and when she clenches around him once more he finally stills completely with a low, rumbly sigh as he follows her into bliss.

She’s glad he still has enough strength in him to hold her up, because not a single muscle of her body seems to be working anymore. She’s shaking when he lets her legs down slowly, carefully, still supporting her against the wall as he slips out, and they stand pressed like that for a moment, their foreheads against each other as they pant almost in sync.

A trembling hand reaches up for his cheek as she kisses him, soft and languid after they’ve both come down from it all, but it doesn’t take long until that hand slides back into his hair as the heat rises again, and it doesn’t feel like they’re done by a long shot.

-*-

He doesn’t need to take the dress off her for round two, either, not after he’s carried her to the bedroom and almost thrown her onto the mattress. He pushes it up instead, all the way over her waist to around her sternum, enough space left even with the tight fit to slip his hands under it to enjoy the soft feel of her bralette once again.

What he needs to take off, though, are her panties, and they’re tossed aside rather quickly as he shuffles out of his pants, his shirt already unbuttoned and opened wide by eager, not trembling fingers anymore. His hands push her thighs apart and slide down them as she shivers, while he sits back on his heels to survey the view below him.

She must look a mess - her hair has come undone from its soft, low side-bun that makes her look so elegant on date nights, now splayed out across the pillows like the rest of her. She can feel the heat of her skin all over, blushing bright and already covered in a soft sheen of sweat from their first quickie in the hallway. With her dress bunched around her chest, her finger-bruise-marked legs spread under him, not a single inch of her feels in any way composed or in control of herself, but he still looks at her like she’s hung the stars shining in his eyes right now.

He bends down for a kiss, much softer and slower than any of the ones from before tonight.

“I love you so much.” He mumbles even as he begins biting down her throat again. “I still can’t believe I get to do these things with you sometimes.”

“You get to do these things with me all the time.” She quips, and earns herself a very stern, yet amused look up from between her breasts.

“You are in no position to make fun of my syntax right now, Miss ‘can’t even finish a full swear’ Santiago.”

“I don’t know what you mean- FU- oh god- Jake!”

He’s sat back up and entered her without another warning, and her back lifts off of the bed immediately as she clenches around him, still sensitive, as he pushes in fully.

“See what I mean now?”

His voice is cocky to say the least, but it doesn’t really register anymore as he begins pulling out again, starting a rhythm that is slower than in the hallway, but still just as intense. His hands gather at her hips to hold her still and pull her towards him at the same time, meeting each thrust with a push from her side. Her hands scrabble along his lower arms, holding on as if she still needs him to steady her, and maybe she does, because she’s quickly losing herself in this new pace, can’t focus on much except for the feel of him around her and inside her, his hands gripping her tight again, his heavy breathing and her moans as the only sounds still reaching her ears. It’s soon joined by the usual soft rambling she’s become used to now and still can’t ever get enough of, the way he’ll praise her each time, simple repeats of how beautiful she is and how great it all feels, how much he loves her and wants to make her feel good, and sometimes she can’t believe the things she gets to do with him, either.

But she’s not really in any state to formulate that thought, and probably earn herself another grin or maybe even a soft smile and a kiss, because he shifts his hips to lean forward and kiss her anyway, and the next moves of his body hit that spot in her that she knows he holds out for most of the time, teasing her until she finally gets to feel it. Not this time, as she feels his smile against her lips when another thrust makes her almost squeal, and he continues rocking into her to more and more sounds.

It’s a much slower rise to the high point than before, none of that jolting power shooting through her - she can feel it like hot water rushing out through her veins instead, starting from her centre all down into her legs and up into her stomach, shaking her chest and lifting it off of the bedding again as he kisses into her still covered cleavage, snakes his flat palm against her back to hold her up as she lets out a long, drawn out moan. His last few thrusts become unsteady,erratic, before she lifts one leg to wrap around him and pull him closer just an inch or two to cinch it and find him groaning into her skin as he comes, the weight of him shifting onto her again in far more comforting way than before - now it seems his turn to lose control over his limbs as he comes down to lie on top of her, his head sunk deep into the bend of her neck, and she holds him just as steady as he held her before.

-*-

“Wow.” He breathes out as he finally, sadly rolls over and off of her, staring at the ceiling next to each other with the same elated smile on their faces.

“Yeah.”

“Definitely a Top 5.”

She huffs out a laugh as her hand groggily drops onto his bare chest and is quickly met with his reaching up to hold it.

“I’ll add it to the ranking.” She agrees before trying to turn towards him and kind of failing. “Will you please help me out of this dress now? I don’t think I can feel my legs enough to move.”

[sortagaysortahigh]

Royalty | JJ. Maybank

I have a Pope fic in the works, I’m just kinda stuck on an ending bc I gotta do my baby Pope justice. But this idea kinda came to me randomly when I hear royals by lorde the other day. Idk if this fic flows or makes any sense, but I spent like 5 hours tryna put it all together so ofc I had to post it. As usual I’m open to constructive criticism and comments! 

Warnings: Brief mentions of death, drug addiction, violence, swearing, underage drinking, domestic abuse/violence, spelling errors, grammatical errors bc this is mildly unedited. Idk lowkey has its sad/angsty parts

Word count: 5.3k

Fem!Reader x JJ Maybank

I’ve never seen a diamond in the flesh, I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies, And I’m not proud of my address, In the torn up town.

You woke up in the Chateau on the pull out couch, which as of late has been your permanent residency. You were kicked out of your house three weeks ago, so this had become your new home. To say your family life was dysfunctional was an understatement, from the constant screaming, seeing your parents pass out from doing God knows what kind of drug and having to deal with them and their fighting-actual fighting-like domestic abuse kind of fighting. It was a common occurrence in your home, the two of them, strung out, hitting each other, throwing things, breaking things. You were kind of glad they kicked you out, stating that you ‘didn’t pull your weight around here enough’ and ‘spent too much time with your little friends’. 

At least you weren’t snorting coke and shooting heroin. They probably would’ve been proud if you did that though.

After brushing your teeth you went back to the small kitchen, looking through the cabinets trying to find something to eat. The problem with three seventeen year old Pogues living together was that money was always an issue, and living in the cut made it worse. The three of you worked odd-ball jobs like most pogues did, you made what you could and lived off of it. Paying the rent-which in itself was criminal-the Chateau was falling apart and somehow you all had to pay rent on it. But of course living with two teenage boys, add another one in because Pope was around often enough, meant that food went by fairly quickly in the house.

The only thing you could find was moldy bread and peanut butter. You threw the bread away and grabbed a spoon for the peanut butter. One thing you weren't listening to was JJ talk about how mold was a natural organism and that it was good for you. He did it every time, making his food then spitting all of it out because it was disgusting.

Spoon and peanut butter in hand you knocked on John B’s door, leading to him opening it, disheveled, sleep still very evident on his face. He leaned against the door frame scratching his stomach and yawning.  

“We gotta go to the store, and prince charming in there-” you pointed to JJ’s room, which was occasionally your room “-needs to stop leaving the moldy bread in the cabinets. I have enough to cover groceries this week from my shifts at the wreck and working with Miss Amy. Get dressed princess” You slapped his chest and knocked on the blondes door.

After five knocks he didn’t answer so you just walked in. He was laying on the bed facing the roof, pillow covering his face. You could see the fading bruises covering his ribs. He also had a pretty shitty home life, so it made sense that he slummed it here most of the time. He groaned, mumbling gibberish into the pillow.

You ripped the pillow off of his face and stared at him waiting for the smart-ass remark. Unfortunately for you he sat up and grabbed you and dragged you into the bed.

“JJ Maybank, I’m going to murder you in your sleep, I don’t wanna cuddle with you, get off of me” You were fighting him, but of course he was still holding you there, he laid on top of you with his head in the crook of your neck. Naturally this gave you butterflies, you blamed it on the fact that he was near one of your sweet spots.You were trying to pull him off of you because one thing about JJ was he liked to cuddle. He might’ve acted all hard up but he was a giant teddy bear when he was at home. 

The three of you had been best friends since the third grade, all because JJ tried to pull on one of your braids as a joke so you punched him in the face and John B had to come to his rescue.  It’s history from there.

“John B! Come save me! He wont let me go! He’s holding me hostage!” You yelled out and felt JJ laughing at you. You had to fight the urge to laugh, because at the end of the day you loved both of them, and cuddling was a common occurrence with these two. Well not as common with John B now because he had Sarah, who you loved and wanted to fight at the same time. She was always trying to take care of you guys, and while yes you appreciated it, you also hated when people pitied you and tried to make you a charity case. 

John B walked into the room, fully dressed and smiled at the two of you, then he grabbed JJ’s shoulder and pulled him back, letting you slip out from under him. The three of you laughed like idiots, until JJ got up and started chasing you around the room. Somehow you evaded him and ran into the living room. 

“Get dressed and stop trying to suffocate me! We have to go to the store today you asshat!” You threw your empty water cup at him, watching him dodge it. John B patted him on the shoulders and walked past him. JJ going into the room to change. 

“Princess it’s been twenty minutes, lets go!” You shouted from the front door. You and John B already walking out towards your car. It was a beat up 1999 dark green jeep cherokee, but it still ran, and because blondie was good at stealing things-a little too good sometimes-anything you needed replaced on it was replaced. 

When the two of you got into the car you watched Maybank run out, his phone in his mouth and his hat in his hands. “Why does it take him so long to get ready...all he did was throw on some clothes. He does this everytime, like he’s a beauty queen” 

“That’s your girlfriend” The two of you started laughing, then blondie got in the car

“What’s funny” He was in the back seat looking at the both of you. But you and John B gave each other a knowing look then you pulled off. Making your way to the little storefront next to Heywards. You had already texted Pope and told him the three of you were on the way. Kie was MIA, she usually picked up shifts in the morning so she had the rest of the day to spend with you all.

When you got out of the car the three of you noticed a large group of tourons walking around, taking pictures in front of buildings, acting like poverty was a trend. You hated tourons. 

“Maybe if you stare hard enough they’ll burst into flames.” You shoved John B and made your way into the store wanting to get shopping over with, one thing about you was you hated grocery shopping. It was tedious and you had to make sure you had just enough to cover everything. Plus the two idiots behind you, currently throwing bags of gummy worms back and forth, ate enough for four people. Thank God for fishing because if you all couldn't fish then you’d probably starve. 

You grabbed the essentials, bread, eggs, milk, butter, and peanut butter (a staple favorite for you). Then went into other things, like juice and snacks. You didn’t focus too much on snacks for your trips on HMS Pogue because Kie always covered those, so you were just buying things for the house. The other two were still throwing things back and forth, grabbing whatever they deemed necessary after knowing the budget. 

Somehow buying beer was as easy as buying water in the cut. 

After you paid for everything you sighed, realizing you still needed to pick up a few shifts at the Wreck because rent was coming up. Money was something that always stressed you out. Probably because of your childhood and having to live through watching your parents snort your rent money away. Some days when you’d drive through figure eight, or go to see Kie at her house you wished you were born into a different life. But you loved being a Pogue, things would just get stressful sometimes.

Thing one and thing two loaded the groceries into the car while you glared at more groups of tourons. Pope texted you that he could see you, so you started searching for him, to see him running out of Heywards and towards the car yelling ‘get in’. Which could only mean one thing, he was running away from his father and his responsibilities. 

You got into the car with thing one and thing two, minutes later Pope getting there, out of breath and heaving. 

“Y’know Pope it shows that you were on the math team” with that you pulled off and went back to the chateau, having to put the new groceries away and throw anything moldy out. You were the one to do that, because if you left it up to John B and JJ the house would be full of trash and moldy food. Again. 

“Can we cuddle now? We went to the store, now hold me” JJ wrapped his arms around your shoulders while you made a sandwich and you rolled your eyes. 

JJ actually loved it when the two of you cuddled, he loved it more than he liked to admit, he loved you more than he liked to admit and it always surprised him how you never realized. 

“Sometimes I forget that I have a girlfriend.” He gasped, overdramatic ass, then he swatted the sandwich out of your hand back onto the counter. “Wow, and my girlfriend disrespected my sandwich, I’m breaking up with you” 

You sat down on the couch eating your sandwich and leaning your head on the back of the couch. The guys were doing who knows what, throwing things at each other, making jokes. You watched the three of them not know how to sit still and smiled. You were glad you had them in your life, you were thankful for your girlfriend, John B, and Pope.

Well you were thankful until they all piled on top of you and squeezed onto the couch. 

“Get the hell off of me, why do you only do this to me, I don’t deserve to be suffocated” You tried pushing them off of you but of course the three would never let up. After about 7 minutes of pushing them off of you, you ended up having John B grabbing your legs, holding onto them like a koala, JJ on your left side, and Pope on your right both holding your arms. Then you realized they wanted something and groaned.

“What do you idiots want from me”

“Well, y’know how midsummers is tonight” You cut John B off “Do I look like I live in figure eight? What the hell does this have to do with me” JJ shushed you, holding his hand on top of your mouth. You bit him and he flinched.

“Kie invited us, all of us, and well, we all wanna go. I'm going with Sarah-” “and I’m going with Kie” “-and we want you to go too. It’ll be a Pogue invasion, c’monn.” You glared at Pope then kept trying to kick John B in the face, but apparently he had the whole “koala grip” down. 

“Absolutely not, I am not dressing up to go drinking with rich people, I’d rather watch my mother snort coke off of my 5th grade arts and crafts project. Again. You guys remember what happened last year? You want to willingly go into the lion's den?” 

The three of them nodded, you wanted to murder them all. They had been planning this for the past month, hell Sarah even bought you a dress, claiming it was an early birthday present. She really went all sugar momma on you. The only reason you agreed to go was because John B said he’d let you punch Rafe or Topper in the face if given the chance. Plus you were promised four hydroponic blunts and you got to straighten John B and JJ’s hair. 

We’ll never be royals, it don’t run in our blood, that kind of lux just ain't in our blood, we crave a different kind of buzz.

You looked in the mirror at yourself, you couldn't even recognize yourself. “I’m wearing a dress, I look like a fucking barbie, don’t touch my hair-” you acted like you were gonna bite Sarah’s hand. She had been helping you and Kiara get ready at Kie’s. The guys downstairs already dressed. To be fair you all would’ve been ready about an hour ago if you hadn't been fighting with them when they tried to put the dress on you. You were upset about the entire situation, you understood that the dress was a gift, but it bothered you how much it was, and how you’d never be able to afford something like this. 

“y/n you cannot wear your hair in these braids, they’re a mess, you look like you’ve been at the beach for three days, and no offense but puka shells do not go with formal wear” Your arms were crossed while you sat in the seat in front of the vanity watching the two girls unbraid your hair, removing the puka shells from it and separating the waves left in your head. You tried to bite their hands more than you’d like to admit throughout the process. Sarah insisted on putting the small daisy flower crown on your head.

“Wow.” Kiara looked at Sarah and high-fived her. You were pouting looking at yourself in the mirror at the vanity, hair down, daisies in it, wearing a dress. Not a single puka shell in sight. They even put dangly gold earrings on you with a matching gold necklace. You rolled your eyes looking at them staring at their masterpiece. 

Of course you’d always known you were pretty, there was nothing to deny about that, but this-this version of you. It wasn’t like you, and you didn’t know if you liked it or not. That’s what bothered you. You’ve never been to a formal event as a guest, you were always working at them, but never actually being invited. It was out of your norm, pushing you into a different world. One you knew you hated. 

“C’mon stand up lets see the final product” you groaned at Kiara and stood up, walking over to look at yourself in the floor length mirror. The dress was black, it was satin with a semi-loose fit around your chest, showcasing what kie had once called ‘your perky petunias’, it was a weird time, and she was way too high. The dress was fitted around your waist and hips, it reminded you of Kie’s dress from last year, except black with a little more fit to it, and of course the leg slit, Sarah insisted that it topped off your ‘sex appeal’ and ‘makes you look like a sexy badass’. 

“I need a drink” 

“Not before the heels” Your eyes went wide and you shook your head, you had only ever worn heels when the three of you were drunk, acting like idiots at Kiaras. She had taught you the ‘model walk’ once and the three of you fell ontop of eachother. In this moment you were thankful you surfed, because balance was key. 

You stopped arguing with the two while they helped you into the black strappy heels. Once you had them on and complained some more you all went downstairs to meet the rest of the pogues. 

“Boys let's go” After Sarah finished her statement you could hear footsteps and shuffling to get to the stairs so that they could see the three of you. You saw them before they saw you. You weren't used to seeing your boys dressed up. Midsummers was a kook thing, and somehow you all were about to be attendants. But, because John B was Sarah’s date, Pope was Kiara’s date, it just left you and JJ. You were the last down the stairs and he couldn't keep his eyes off of you, he had never seen you like this, and to sum things up he was trying to stop his blood from flowing downstairs.

His eyes were trailing your entire body, taking in every detail, looking at your one exposed leg. Sure he’d seen you in a bikini thousands of times-and sometimes he did have to remind himself of the ‘no pogue-on-pogue macking’ rule-but this, this was different. You looked elegant and sexy. He didn’t even realize how much staring he’d done until your fist came in contact with his shoulder, rolling your eyes and walking past him, throwing up the middle finger. 

Did JJ have a thing for you? Yes. Would he ever admit it? No. He cared too much about your friendship to act on his feelings. But seeing you like that, it was taking everything in him to not rip the dress off of you and show you how much you meant to him. He caught up to you and watched as you, Sarah, and Kie took pictures outside, in most of the pictures you had your arms crossed and you looked mad. You also threw up your middle finger in some of them, and swatted John B away when he tried to unfold your arms. 

JJ was driving Kie’s car, her and Pope in the backseat, you described them as ‘all touchy-feely’ the entire drive. You were staring out of the passenger seat window, arms still folded. When the car was parked you didn’t get out, telling everyone to go ahead. JJ stayed in the same spot, watching you, waiting for you to say anything. He knew you too well, everytime you sat in complete silence it meant you were going to blow up. 

“JJ get out of the fucking car” Your voice was low and you were clenching your teeth. You were about to have a melt down and you didn't want anyone around to see it. This entire situation was too much for you to handle, what you would do to punch Rafe Cameron in the face right now. 

“I’m not leaving this car without you, so if you’re gonna scream, fucking scream. Let all that shit go.” He stared at you, he knew you too well. He could see the emotion in your eyes. He knew you were at your breaking point and he knew exactly how to get it out of you. All he had to do was lock the car doors. The clicking sound of the locks made you ball your hand into a fist and hit the dashboard. 

“I don’t fucking understand how these fucking people, these people can just live here, in these big ass houses, buying fucking five hundred dollar dresses all willy nilly, not giving two shits about anyone else. Last year this shit was going on when there was no power in the cut. None. And here we fucking are, dressed up like we’re fucking kids playing fucking pretend” You hadnt started shouting yet. JJ watched as your chest rose up and down with your breathing, getting faster and faster. You were furious at this point and he knew it. He knew this entire experience was hitting a nerve for you. He just didn’t know which nerve it was. 

“My mom is a fucking heroine addict. My dad is a fucking cocaine addict. They sit around getting high and beating on each other every day. That’s their life. Nothing more than that. The last time my mother told me she loved me was when I was seven. When all she did was rub coke on her gums from time to time and take speed to stay awake at work. Y’know why she started doing speed JJ? Because her and my piece of shit father could barely afford their mortgage.” 

Your breathing had picked up and you were staring straight ahead through the windshield at all of the cars surrounding Kie’s. JJ knew your pain, he’d heard you talk about it before, it came up every few months. You’d have a meltdown because reality fucking sucked. Everybody knew you were a hothead, but you were always smiling, full of optimism and of course sarcasm. You tried to stay positive, but JJ knew that staying positive wasn't easy for you.

“The worst part of it all, is that they don’t even remember my childhood anymore. Mom likes to tell stories when she’s high, but all of her details are off. Remember the first time she overdosed when I was 13, and I had to shock her system with ice? Dad was too high to help me, he didn’t even remember my fucking name. I’m named after his mother, but he forgot my name. Everytime I go home it breaks my heart more and more, to see them like that. I’m scared one day one of them is gonna overdose and I won't be there to save them again. I’m scared that one of them is dead as we speak, laying there, with their eyes rolled back, a needle in their arm. Gone.” The tears had started falling down their eyes, you were glad that Kie convinced you to wear waterproof mascara because at this moment you were angry crying. 

JJ just sat and listened. He knew not to say anything, not to try and act like nothing was wrong, he felt the same way about his dad. No matter how many times his dad had beat the shit out of him without reason he would always care about him. It was part of your lives. 

“I hate it. I hate it so much. I hate that we can drive fifteen minutes and we’re in paradise. But it’ll never be our paradise, even if we do end up being full kook. Then what. We just forget about our fucking strung out abusive ass parents? I haven't been home in three weeks. I haven't seen my cracked out parents in weeks. But here I am, at a kook party, in a four hundred dollar satin dress.” 

You were crying because you felt guilty, because you were mad at the world for screwing you and your family over. You hated everything about Kooks, and somehow two of your bestfriends were kooks. When you felt JJ place his hand on your thigh to rub circles into it that was your actual breaking point. You couldn't hold the screams in.

“Why the fuck do they get to live like this, They’re ungrateful pieces of shit. I hate them so fucking much. Why the fuck can’t I be a fucking Kook princess whos parents are rich and assholes, but at least they’re not fucking drug addicts” Your screaming had gotten the attention of some of the people getting out of their cars but you didn't care. You were fed up. 

JJ kept his hand on your thigh, he knew not to respond, even now when the actual screaming started. Never respond, just help you calm down. It was the same cycle. He reached over and wiped the tears from under your eyes with his other hand. 

Let me be your ruler, you can call me Queen B

And baby I'll rule (I'll rule I'll rule I'll rule)

Let me live that fantasy

“The worst part of it all is I’d rather be strung out with my parents then have to watch them kill themselves slowly.” Your words came out in a whisper. It hurt to admit that. You wiped the rest of your tears off of your face, pulling down the mirror to look at yourself. Slamming it shut once you deemed yourself ready to leave. You looked at him when you were ready to leave and he nodded his head.

He made you stay in the car so he could open the door for you, arm in arm with you walking towards the entrance, seeing the rest of the pogues waiting there, they looked nervous, but they were glad that you were okay enough to get out of the car. JJ leaned over and whispered into your ear.

“Since we’re playing pretend tonight you’ll be my Kook princess” You smiled knowing he would do anything to cheer you up and make this experience enjoyable for you. After all you were his princess, for the night he would treat you like royalty. 

“You okay babes?” You nodded at Sarah and gave her a weak smile, following them inside, getting glares from the kooks around you. All of them realizing who you all were, the glares from the kook academy snobs resulted in your middle finger and eye rolls. 

You watched as your friends went off on their little ‘couple-y’ ways which left you and blondie. The two of you seeing drinks and making a B-line for the bar. However because they required an ID to get the drinks you two decided your kleptomania would come in handy. It only took ten minutes for the two of you to steal a small bottle of vodka, and it took another ten to find your friends and give them all shots. Once the bottle was empty you dropped it off on a random table. JJ telling you to put it in a plant pot, to which you replied with ‘Why would i wanna hurt the plants. That's so mean’.

JJ was a lot of things, a kleptomaniac, a hothead, erratic, an asshole, a future tax fraud, a cuddler, immature, caring, but more importantly he was a dancer. He loved to dance, especially after a few shots. So there the two of you were, blending in with the crowd of drunk kooks, dancing under the fairy lights outside. He spun you around and was living up to his word of treating you like a princess tonight.

Then of course Rafe Cameron and his shitbag friends spotted the two of you, walking up to you and ruining the moment. “Would you look at that, Maybank and y/l/n. We saw your friends earlier, at least some of them belong here, why are you two on our side of the island.” He got closer and closer to the two of you, trying to get in JJ’s face but you were in front of him, stopping him from fighting tonight. “So you have your girlfriend protecting you now huh?” your hand pressed into JJ’s abdomen behind your back. You felt him getting closer and you could hear his breathing pick up.

“Shut the fuck up Rafe. don’t you have to go be a princess elsewhere” You couldn't stop the giggle that left your mouth. Even in an altercation JJ still found a way to make you laugh. 

“Actually the more I think about it, I’d say I prefer y/n in front of you, especially lookin like that. You look good for a pogue bab-” You punched him in the face as hard as you could, he slid back for a second before coming back up. Hand on his mouth, you could see the blood covering his front teeth. 

“Fuck you and your little crowd of pissy bitch boys Rafe, watch your fucking mouth.”

JJ had never been more proud of you than in that moment. He always thought you looked hot when you were cussing people out. But of course he was done letting you do the dirty work, so he grabbed your arm and moved you behind him then smirked at Rafe and his friends. The next second he was on top of Rafe, repeatedly punching him, which of course led to Kelce trying to jump in, so you grabbed Kelce by his shoulder and kneed him as hard as you could. 

Before the two of you knew it you were being escorted out of the party. Your friends shouting for them to stop but the two of you were content with being kicked out. You got what you wanted out of this experience-punching Rafe in the face.

“Tally ho’ maties, See you at the Chateau!” You shouted after you were outside of the premises. 

The two of you got into Kie’s car, laughing harder than you’d laughed in a while. Kie had signaled that you two could take her car because she was still with the other lovebirds.

The drive back to the chateau was full of giggles and you yelling the words to ‘live while we’re young’ by one direction. That was the thing about JJ, he always knew how to cheer you up, he knew how to take care of you.

My friends and I we've cracked the code

We count our dollars on the train to the party

And everyone who knows us knows that we're fine with this

He knew you. He loved seeing you happy and he would do anything to make you happy. When he parked the car in front of John B’s you took your heels off, and got out of the car, grabbing his hand and running inside. You made him wait in the doorway while you grabbed Kie’s speaker off the kitchen counter then ran back outside. 

You played the song ‘I’m a believer’ by the monkees, this song was associated with one of your favorite childhood memories. You were ten at the time, watching Shrek of all things with JJ, Big John, and John B. When the song played in the movie Big John stood up and danced with you, the boys staring at the two of you making jokes about how dumb you looked, well until Big John made them join in. Some of your best childhood memories were at the Chateau. 

JJ watched as you sang the song dancing, swaying side to side, motioning for the blonde to join you. Little did you know he was taking little mental polaroids of this moment, watching you, carefree, still in the four hundred dollar dress, the moonlight along with some of the light from the house illuminating your figure. He had an album in his head full of moments like these.

He could never say no to you, so he found himself swaying in rhythm with you, wiggling his eyebrows up and down at you. When kiss you by one direction started playing he couldn't hold his laugh back. 

The way he was looking at you right now held so much love. You had been through so much with him, and you made him feel like anything was possible. So when you mouthed the words ‘let me kiss you’ he did it. He finally made the move. He grabbed the back of your neck and your waist, pulling you closer to him and then he did it. He finally kissed you. After years of imagining this moment and trying to repress his feelings he did it. 

Your immediate reaction was to kiss him back, without a doubt, not a second of hesitation. Kissing JJ made you feel whole, it made you feel like this was the last puzzle piece you were missing. Like fireworks were erupting in your heart. 

The two of you pulled apart ‘what i like about you’ by the romantics playing in the background, making this your fairy tale moment. Your foreheads resting against each other and smiling. Not breaking eye contact. 

“Thank you” he furrowed his brows “for what?”

“For making me feel like a princess, and being my prince charming.” your voice was quiet, you had a hard time expressing your feelings sometimes, even if you were one hundred and ten percent sure of them. 

“It’s because I love you princess” he looked down, not expecting to have said it. But he did, and now he had to wait for a response. “I love you too jackass” he kissed you again, and you smiled into it, it was slow, and passionate, and loving.

You pulled back and furrowed your eyebrows. “Does this mean I can’t keep calling you my girlfriend?”

[01010010-posts]

— fast until we crashed into each other's hearts.

requests: I keep forgetting to send this in, but imagine a werewolf s/o with the Rk's! I imagine it would be cute cause they still act a little bit wolfish, even in human form. Or, alternatively, imagine in your cats and dogs Au (which I love btw) a werewolf reader with the dog detectives! Imagine how shocked the others are that a little detective that they thought was just another dog is actually much stronger than any of them! QwQ I just thought it would be cute to tell you these. (This is the same anon from before) I'm glad you liked that werewolf ask! And I actually just thought of another thing! Imagine a bunny/rabbit s/o with the werewolf Rk's! I bet the Rk's would be so protective over them and just imagine a giant werewolf cuddling up to a little bunny that's just calling them cute names and petting them! Or, a jealous werewolf boi that's just glaring at the person and just holding onto their s/o, while their s/o is just happily smiling. It would be so cute! (>w<)

JDJDJFHDJ PLEASE MAKE BUNNY!READER X WOLF!RK900 OR ALL THE RKS CJJCCJJ I LOVE THAT SHIT

hii! I'm in spoopy season mode so can I get headcanons on how markus and connor would react to their s/o being a werewolf? Not the full moon kind, but like voluntary. They feel kinda like they don't fit in with humans or androids and are a bit insecure about it but eventually show them? Maybe they even help in jericho/with investigations later because of their abilities :D

werewolf anon where are you now. do you know that i love you. can you send me a message? just want to hang out, talk about AUs n howl at the moon with u. also, connor has werewolf s/o, wolf!RK900 has bunny s/o, 60 is in cats&dogs AU with werewolf s/o (since he won’t appear in the AU. i think)

Connor:

• there’s not even an attempt at hiding it • he just spouts it out a few days after knowing you  • and you’re there kinda in disbelief but realize after a second that well he’s a detective model after all • gosh how his eyes light up when you confirm being a werewolf • a bit weird you must admit but no judging • okay actually a bit of judging when he asks you if he can see your ‘other form’ • like DEF weird  • and you briefly explain to him that it’s p uncomfortable to have someone inquire about it out of the blue • not to mention you’re very self-conscious about the whole ordeal so?? • he immediately understands and softly goes ‘oh’ • profusely requests for forgiveness follow because the last thing he wanted was to have you feel uneasy bc of him  • you reassure him with a couple of ‘everyone makes mistakes you know’ • actually from there on you become good friends • he’s an android but not quite • he was a deviant hunter and for this reason he’s a bit of an outcast • you almost feel connected to him, in some sort of intricate way • both ‘not quite enough��� or ‘quite too much’ to either fit in your little box • of course your relationship quickly blossoms into love • yes, he spoils you with tons of praises because you don’t deserve to be embarrassed about being yourself • pwease do the same with him! • yes, he also adores how soft your fur is but shh 

RK900:

• it was weird. it still is. • come on a massive wolf getting tenderly captivated (& whipped) by.... a tiny little bunny. • he’s the first having troubles believing that • BUT I MEAN there’s no denying how he’s always thinking about your cute little fluffy pompom tail • im not exaggerating his whole head is just tons of pictures of you with little hearts in every corner • and we don’t want to talk about his death glares when someone’s making you smile too much  • or his claws often wrapped around your hips in such possessive way • not because he’s actually that jealous anyway he’s just dumb and likes others to know you’re his baby • or him offering to lift you up and keep you hugged against his chest because you both don’t have work and things to do right ?? • YOU WISH he’d be joking but no he’s dead serious when he asks you that • idk it’s just p normal in his mind for you to be super touchy with him, esp cuddling in his lap or better taking a nap on top of him while he relaxes and caresses your face • ok ok but he’s not the only one entitled to cute gestures™   • in fact you’re the one assigned to the precious pet names department • and he loves-hates every single minute of that • won’t even bother listing the silly pet names you give him y’all know they’re wolf themed • the amount of lovebites he gives you for all the times you call him something sweet i swear to god • ugh yeah tail wagging is included the cute gap between his stoic face and his fuzzy tail going to-and-fro?  • just,,,, just cuddle him in privacy and he’ll be a mess making all sorts of happy whimpering noises. he’s puppy • tbh a bit disappointed when you don’t do the kiss stomping foot bambi style 

RK800-60:

• he doesn’t mind you too much at first • you’re just another detective, the same as him, nothing special • it’s just.... work • but the morning you inadvertently growl at him in a dominant way   • not because you actually intend to • rather quite the contrary • it’s– it’s this case, okay? been giving you headaches for weeks now and he happened to find you in a bad moment • boy does he get turned on  • i swear he stutters a ‘sorry’ and quietly returns to his desk • and you’re there covering your face with your palms, embarrassed, wondering WHY you have to act like this when you’re nervous and already thinking how to apologise • while he’s fixating his gaze at the center of his table because if he doesn’t focus his face is going to burn like a bright blue neon and that’s not an acceptable response at all • it takes a bit of pining on his part but trust me it’s totally worth it • only him being a big moron crushing hard  • hard as in quite literally • can’t ask for your help on the job bc he’d waste the time thinking about how cute you look with those little soft wolf ears and fangs and claws and tail and and and– you’ve lost him • can’t even ask you to spend lunch break with him because he’d kiss you the whole hour and you wouldnt be able to eat  • but sure can ask you to lift heavy things for him as to savour seeing how strong you are • he’s just a big sub for you being a wolf  • you don’t have to do anything in particular he’s sold at the sole thought of you calling him a good boy while scratching his ears and under his chin • and at the thought of you pegging him yeah

[lovelyparkers]

my bday special random head canons with peter!

hi it's my birthday!!! as promised i'm writing a bunch of headcanon requests and they will all be here in this chapter MWAH <3 yuh let's get into it

-so first off my fave request

-so ur an avenger on a mission in the snowy mountains

-you and peter are teamed up ofc

-being you, you decide to get way too into the battle and not care about your own well-being

-peters yelling at you like

-"YOU BETTER NOT GET HURT"

-and

-"IF U DIE I WILL KILL YOU"

-but he really does care about u and he's scared asf

-anyways so

-you get hurt

-basically some creature

-who the fuck knows

-launched you in the air and into the freezing snow and knocked you out

-peter couldn't find you and immediately got nervous

-he was able to track you down with stark's tech and dig you out of the snow where you were lowkey freezing to death ok

-he pulls you up into his arms and holds you tight and starts crying because he doesn't know if you'll make it

-he swings over to the cabin tony bought just for the mission

-because we all know tony is extra asf

-bruce checks you up to see if anything's broken

-it's not

-you most likely just have a concussion and knocked out for awhile

-peter carries you bridal style to the living room where the fire is blazing

-he sits on the couch with you in his lap

-you have layers of warm clothes on

-he strokes your hair and makes sure your head stays up comfortably

-he wanted to be there when you woke up duh

-and when you do wake up your really confused and have a headache

-but when you recognize peter you automatically feel safe :)

-and he's like crying again bc he's so glad you woke up but also mad at you for going crazy

-he'll squeeze your hand a lot and cup your cheek to make sure you're actually there

-and he'll say "you scared the crap out of me y/n. don't do that ever again. promise me?"

-you promise and just cuddle into his side

-he presses several kisses to your head

-and you him in response

-u two just hold each other so close

-babies!

-okay next one!!

-SECRET DATING AS AVENGERS

-i LOVE this

-AIGHT

-after meeting peter you ask HIM out and ofc he says yes

-you guys totally hit it off ok

-like theirs just natural chemistry between you guys

-there's so much flirting and you get to know each other while having a picnic on the rooftop garden

-MWAH LOVE

-he kisses you on the second date and you m e l t

-and gosh he's so pretty like hot damn

-from then on you guys become a couple

-secretly

-because we ALL know the avengers love to tease

-especially sam, bucky, and tony

-nat would be here for it tho let's be honest

-you go to her for boy advice and she's so chill and begs you to tell her who u like

-she probably knows it's peter tho bc she's smart

-ANYWAYS

-you have to try really hard to keep it a secret

-and that's not easy living with the avengers

-you find yourself holding hands and then tony will walk in whatever room to get you guys for a mission and you pull apart real quick

-another time you and peter were in the movie room

-CUDDLING

-like awe

-you were cuddling duh and just holding each other

-sharing kisses every now and then

-your head was on his shoulder and his arm was around you

-then bucky and sam walked in

-with popcorn tho

-and you and peter scooted away from each other real quick when he heard the door open

-sam would tease u guys anyway

-"what's up guys? confess your love yet?"

-and bucky would be like

-"pretty sure we heard you guys making out a second ago"

-they obviously didn't hear or see anything but like to tease the only teenagers who always flirted

-but OH GOSH

-ONE TIME

-it was late at night

-like LATE late

-peter snuck into ur room ofc

-and you guys were just sitting on your bed making out right

-hands in each other's hair

-lip biting

-all that good stuff

-and nat just barges on because she knows u never sleep and likes to just talk with you or play a game or watch a movie

-this time u forgot to lock the door

-and she screams

-you jump up off peters lap and shut the door after pulling her in

-"i knew it i knew it!"

-she's smiling though and laughing

-shes genuinely happy u two are together

-but peters all blushing

-and shy

-because you guys just got caught making out by an adult

-she'll ask you a bunch of questions too

-and ur like "nAt u cant tell aNyBoDy pLEaSe"

-she promises bc she knows it's not her place

-shes great at keeping secrets bc she's an ex assassin

-but she's very happy for u guys and tells u to always be safe and all

-then you and peter go back to making out hehe

-ok my fave requested this next one hi ily

-ALL NIGHTERS W PETER WOULD BE THE BEST

-LIKE LITERALLY

-also this is best friend peter who has feeling for you but doesn't want to admit it so ur just friends but he loves u and u secretly love him

-so this is still avenger!reader bc u guys know i'm a hoe for this shit

-"i mean i'm not a slut but who knows"

-so u guys have a lot of energy one day bc u got a day off from training since tony and steve were out all day

-u slept in that day and could NOT fall asleep the next night

-u and peter had been texting late at night

-it's like midnight i'll say

-and u tell him to meet you in the grand kitchen

-so u bring urself and a blanket and run down to the kitchen in your pyjamas

-shorts and one of peters tee shirts hehe it's summer and it's hot!

-peter walks in with a big smile on his face and just wearing some shorts

-that is all

-yes

-ok so you dig into the freezer and get ice cream out for u guys

-i cant have dairy ahahha rip

-off track but let's go

-peter gets the spoons and you don't even say a word bc this is just how it always goes

-you migrate toward the living room and flip down on the couch side by side

-he is very close to you

-bare arms touching

-PREMARITAL ARM TOUCHING???????

-sorry

-he just groans bc he's bored as he hands you a spoon

-u guys always talk and eat ice cream

-passing the tub around

-peter eventually says something dumb

-like u know when u pull all nighters w ur friends and it gets to that point of the night when someone says something really dumb or weird and everyone just loses it?

-this ALWAYS happens with you two

-he deadass says something like

-"i think we have the same size feet"

-and you start cackling bc what the fuck

-"y/n no hold up ur foot to mine"

-so u do bc why not

-u do not have the same size feet ❤️

-but wow how intimate

-jk

-but you honestly CANNOT with this boy

-so you flick a blob of ice cream at his nose

-and it just immediately drips down onto his chest bc he tries to look down at his nose

-so now there's ice cream on his bArE cHEsT

-like that's hot

-jk idk u decide

-and he is literally whining

-"y/nnnnnnn what the hell?"

-ur just laughing softly but admiring his toned abs and chest

-"want me to lick it off for you?"

-peter just freezes not believing the words that just came out of your mouth

-"uhhhhh"

-he's stuttering and mumbling and BLUSHING SO MUCH

-he don't know what to do

-you laugh and say "KIDDING"

-bc again u say weird shit in the middle of the night

-u get up and get a paper towel tho

-peter is still very flustered

-kinda wishing u did

-but you come back and lean a hand on his shoulder and start cleaning the ice cream off his chest for him

-and he's just looking up at you bc

-god ur so pretty and ur practically on top of him rn

-peter probably gets horny i'm the middle of the night too let's be honest here

-but after that moment where peter felt like he was the main character

-everything is fine now and you continue talking

-eventually u turn on a movie and lay your head in peters lap

-much to his surpRisE

-and just watch the movie together

-he like doesn't know where to put his hands

-so he just lays on over ur waist

-he cant stop staring at u bc omg ur laying on his lap and omg ur so pretty and ahhhh

-when u laugh it makes him tremble

-and when the sun starts coming up u guys make pancakes and like

-y'all still aren't tired

-and ofc u spend the day together then eventually crash on the couch on top of each other

-it's very cute and tony takes pictures

-okay now for my own lil idea

-PETER WOULD BE THE BEST PERSON ON UR BIRTHDAY

-like the amount of love he would show u

-immaculate

-so ofc he would sleep over the night before bc he's in love ok

-u guys watch movies and cuddle and kiss

-at midnight he throws confetti on you and blows a horn

-he says hbd like a million times

-and he gives you a long passionate kiss mwah

-cuddles cuddles cuddles

-u sleep in each other's arms

-peter wakes up early before you to make ur fave breakfast

-he's practiced cooking so it's perfect for ur special day

-he presents it all pretty too

-then he goes to wake you up

-because you always told him to wake you up when he gets up so you can spend time together

-ur like that

-and he loves it

-he wakes you up by pressing kisses all over your face

-and rubbing your arm and fixing your hair

-you wake up with a sleepy smile and he just melts he's in love

-you give him a big hug and kiss his cheek

-then he tells you about breakfast

-he helps you walk to the table while covering ur eyes bc SURPRISE

-peter's presentation is very much adequate

-he has little gift bags lined up for you

-and balloons

-and streamers

-he just wants to make you feel so special :,)

-ur so grateful for him

-you give him big hug and kiss again bc UR IN LOVE TOO

-you sit together and eat and peter makes you open his gifts

-he made some homemade gifts too because how heartfelt it that

-he gets you one really nice present

-and a bunch of little ones like snacks

-maybe an inside joke gift

-AND PROBABLY SPIDER-MAN UNDERWEAR AS A JOKE

-you guys just burst out laughing when you open it and it's so cute

-he's just admiring you

-you spend the day either going on walks

-having a nice date

-or just staying in together

-lots of cuddles again of course

-peter parker is a cuddler

-ALSO

-MAKING OUT

-a must

-like ugh i yearn for bday makeouts

-he takes care of u so well phew

-it's very intimate and hot and passionate let's be honest

-MJ AND NED BUST IN YOUR APARTMENT WHILE UR MAKING OUT ON THE COUCH

-ned just screams

-mj was like "really? y'all knew we were coming over"

-but she's soft for u

-gives u the best hug and tells u hbd

-you guys have a mario kart tournament bc that's really fun

-snack snacks snacks

-the four of you have cake and they make u so happy

-after ned and mj leave it's more peter time

-yum

-more making out

-maybe sumn else😳

-he treats u very good to say the least

-overall it's a lovely birthday and peter is the best ok

thank u guys so much for the birthday wishes <3 i seriously don't deserve you guys ur all so sweet!!! hope u enjoyed this lil hc special mwah!

[sergeanttpoliteness]

➹teenage vows➹(peter b. parker x fem!reader)

Requested by anon➝   hi!! is it alright to request some peter b parker x fem!reader confession/proposal scene? tysm ❤❤

It’s time Peter caught up to some promises he made long ago. Like, embarrassingly long ago.

word count: 6k

a/n: hello! hope whoever’s reading this is having a good day bc u deserve it. just a heads up, but i think i’m gonna post a lot slower bc school starts tomorrow (pls kill me) and i gotta work hard if i want to get in a good college, y’know. gross. but anyway, i hope whoever requested it likes it! i had so much fun writing it and it’s rlly sweet and short, my heart is warm. i promise i’ll be uploading part 2 of one make out session next, idk when but i’m working on it (: enjoy!

It was moments like these— the ones where you flashed him teary smile, and reassured him that you didn't mind him leaving you for the night to go and save the city desperate for his protection— that Peter desired to pause the outside world just so it could be you and you only; no agonizing battles, no villains tearing him to pieces, no delinquents threatening the safety of others when they could barely even withstand a punch. Because just as much as everyone else, you needed him; and as guilty as it made him feel, he pondered the possibility of putting away the mantle of the Spiderling for a single night as he perched on the window sill hesitating, wearing his suit, his mask not fully on yet. But you both knew no such thing was an option whilst the news played loudly in the background, the piercing wails of the police sirens multiplying with each passing moment. You simply grasped the fabric and covered his face, smirking as you slowly walked away from the aperture. "Go save some civilians, Spider-Boy." You couldn't see it, but he grinned behind his disguise, for that nickname which would've bothered him if it'd come from someone else's mouth had set his heart ablaze ever since you two were just some kids; and the flare persisted, even as fervent bodies molded into jaded souls, beaten down by the colossal waves of changes and cataclysms that collided into you one after another.

That day you'd been victim of too many tides.

The evening that unfolded wasn't the one Peter planned. Not at all. Life was anything but a fairy tale; his surely wasn't close to being one, but he'd conjure that magic— transform reality into a children's book with your arms around his neck, his around your waist, your lips close, a soft amorous graze, your living room as the ballroom as you two gently swayed until the clock struck midnight. He'd plotted all the details, from the scent of the candles to every compliment he'd utter. Perhaps he worried too much, but it's what your love demanded, what you deserved, a happily ever after, and he'd oblige the heavens to bring you just that. More calamities were what the cosmos had in mind for you and Peter, though, a sour reality-shattering reminder of how nonsensical wasting time in dreaming of that fairy story was.

The first blow hit you (quite literally) just minutes after you woke up, and Peter accidentally knocked a cupboard into your nose. 'How was your morning?' Your coworker asked, the steaming vapor of her coffee clouding her glasses. You went cross-eyed as you glanced down at the gauze on your nose, briefly recalling the previous events— gushing blood, too much for your liking, maybe a broken nose, who knows, and a string of Peter's apologies flying at you at the speed of light as he placed the bandage over your wound. You wore a tight-lipped smile and shrugged while you were unabashedly dishonest— 'oh, you know, same old'. Yeah, because your boyfriend unintentionally breaking your nose (it's not broken, you insisted) was a normal thing, right? Then came the second slap to your face as a revelation; remembrance dawned upon you, your speeding brain screeching to a halt, and you sighed into your hands. It was you and Peter's two year anniversary.

The man spent the entirety of his work blasting himself; it hadn't slipped his memory, unlike you (which was a surprise, seeing how your enthusiasm the day prior could easily be compared to a child's in a candy store), but after his imbecility and shame, how could he not forget to kiss your forehead and bring you breakfast to your bed as a sweet morning surprise the same way you did last year? It didn't stop there— oh, no, it did not— for then came the third inconvenience of the day: goddamn Jameson went on another rant about him— or well, Spider-Man; not a phenomenon, really, you get used to it, but it was at the worst time possible. He timed it: fifteen whole minutes of his booming voice and curses, 'more pictures of the menace!' or whatever, as if Peter didn't already feel ludicrous enough while taking pictures of himself, or the twenty pictures scattered across his boss' desk were a meager effort. An unwanted setback, although he arrived back home nevertheless, scurrying to your bedroom and clumsily removing his clothes along the way. Suit? Check. Clean-shaven face? Check. That one fragrance which turned you on? Check that, too. Roses?

"Ah, shit." He muttered as he took the cooking pot from the cabinet. Roses. Stupid Jameson and his obsession with Spidey— he forgot to stop by the flower shop. It was alright, though, he could deal with it; no flowers? No problem. Just... the food needed to be good, restaurant-type of cuisine, and taking in mind he wasn't a terrific cook, it'd be quite the challenge. Peter lit the lighter, his hand on the stove's knob, prepared to ignite the burner, but he swore it'd suddenly come to life and taunted him, laughed at his upcoming defeat. He narrowed his eyes at the object, somewhat intimidated, when the front door slammed open. He peered up at the clock hanging on the wall. You were back ahead of time, a lot earlier than he'd anticipated; he didn't even have all the ingredients out yet. He alleviated the clutching in his chest with a deep breath before rushing over to the small portable stereo (you two really needed an upgrade), his finger pressing down on a button. He was satisfied with the soft tunes from the random jazz station and scratched the back of his neck as he went to greet you.

"Hey! You're... early." Saying that your appearance was rough would've been uncalled for, but your scowl and glossy eyes kindled that concern in the pit of his stomach. It was another punch, one that caught him off guard as he frowned and immediately wrapped his arms around you. "Hey, what's wrong?" His worry evoked a pang of guilt in you, and you thought about pulling away, but you couldn't, instead digging your nose deeper into the crook of his neck.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I just..." You reassured, your tense shoulders relaxing since God, you could breathe in that cologne of his, and he smelled so good. "You look hot."

You sensed his breath catch in his throat before he chuckled, rubbing the small of your back. "I'm glad you think that, but let's talk about you, alright?" You lifted your head to meet his gaze, smiling weakly when he placed a careful kiss on your temple. You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head.

"I got a speeding ticket. Two hundred."

Fifth strike.

He blinked, processing your confession, his eyes slowly growing big. "Two hundred?!" You were expecting it; it was a normal reaction, yet you squirmed, flailing your hands as you attempted to explain yourself.

"I'm sorry—"

"Why? How?"

"I'm sorry," You repeated, your hands on top of your head. "I'm so stupid. I can't believe I'm so dumb, and we were saving for the trip but I just fucking ruined it. You deserve a vacation, Pete, I'm so sorry I'm like this." You spoke fast, pulling at your hair with frustration as you walked back and forth in front of him.

"Y/N..." He sighed, upset, of course, but forgiving. "Don't be so hard on yourself. It was just a mistake and we'll get through it, okay?" Your pacing ceased, skepticism crossing your face. "Yeah! The vacation can wait just for a bit. It'll be even more rewarding, anyway." He said with a beam, cupping your cheeks. You didn't know where the rare optimism came from, but you laughed at your lover, the remorse fortifying because you truly did not deserve the tolerance. On the spur of the moment, your fingers threaded through his hair and you pulled him in, urgent lips against his own soft ones. He couldn't help the subtle moan he emitted, dazed by your sudden lust as you spilled all your fervor and hunger into him; all emotion drained from every one of your cells, your fist gripping his jacket, tugging him as close to you as possible, bodies flush together, wrinkling the formerly smooth fabric, yet it wasn't enough.

His hand sneaked inside your shirt, riding up your back; but he paused and groaned, breaking apart from your blissful mouth. "After dinner, but right now I need you to help me because I haven't even gotten started with the food yet." He panted, abstaining from flinging all his cares far away and caving into your luring warmth to please you. Your mouth curved into a smile and you rolled your eyes, pushing him toward the kitchen.

He immediately got back to work, filling the large pot with water, but you stopped at the entrance and glanced down at your outfit. "I should get changed, shouldn't I?"

Peter turned around, shamelessly eyeing your body with desire. "You look perfect." You snorted.

"Peter, you're wearing a suit and I'm still in my work clothes."

"Maybe I... overdid it a bit?" He admitted with a bashful twitch of his lips. He took off his suit jacket, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows while you stole his discarded coat. He didn't notice until you put it on, quirking a brow. "You playing dress up or what?"

"This is it. This is what I'm gonna wear." You declared, raising your arms to show off your glorious look."

Peter bit his lip, a grin breaking out across his face, staring at you as if you were a divine entity, the physical proof of the existence of the heavens above as you straightened the creases. "You look silly." Adorable, he corrected himself internally.

"Nuh-uh, sir, I look hot." You scoffed, although you didn't look silly nor hot, but rather like a little kid who went through an exploration in his father's closet. You'd made up your mind, though; sacrificing a good-looking outfit sounded thousands of times better than actually making the effort to appear decent. You finished your five-second fashion exhibition before a full-blown runway commenced when your stomach rumbled, and summoned your inner chef, standing beside Peter. "You deal with the pasta, I'm gonna pick the salad because there's no way to mess that up."

"I'm the fuck-up, so shouldn't it be the other way around?" He muttered, and as if on cue, he almost spilled the dry pasta noodles all over the counter after miscalculating his strength and tore the bag open. His eyes drifted to you, and just like he predicted, you sported a judgmental expression. "I've got it."

"I dunno, I feel like if I give you a knife you're gonna somehow accidentally stab me." You chuckled, gesturing to the knife in your grasp. His face twisted with remorse. "I'm not feeling so lucky today."

"How's, uh, how's your nose doing?" He questioned, fault gnawing on him. It was the third time the man asked you, the first one being before you left for work, and the remaining a phone call and message during your shift. You, indubitably, told him everything was splendid, as if you didn't almost cry from the pain right after you waved goodbye to him and closed your front door.

"It's okay," You shrugged, despite the sting in the bridge of your nose. "Yeah, you know, it doesn't really hurt. Okay, no, that's a lie— it hurts a bit, but it's not something I can't handle."

"I'm so, so sorry I broke your nose. That was a really dick move."

"It's not broken!" You corrected him, pointing your finger at him. "It's fine. Don't worry, it just looks broken."

"If it looks broken, then it's broken."

"Since when are you a doctor?"

The corner of his lips tugged upwards as he added the pasta to the boiling water. "Y/N, getting my nose broken is my second job."

"Okay, whatever. I've heard the word 'broken' enough times today." You giggled, but then nibbled on your cheek while you began to slice a tomato. "Hey, I need to tell you something."

He swallowed, his throat all of a sudden dry. He opened his mouth to speak, but the abrupt ringing of his phone drove his attention to the device. "Hold on," He took it out of his pocket, his brows knitting together as he checked the screen. Your chest tightened after you sneaked a glimpse of the caller ID. "MJ? Hi!" He greeted, his voice way too cheery and his gaze still on you.

Your chopping came to a halt and you settled the knife on the cutting board. Her voice was clear, audible, yet you couldn't properly distinguish any of her words. Peter hummed as you held onto the counter, your knuckles turning white when his features broke out into a wide grin. "That's great! See, I told you you'd get through it."

Get through it, you reiterated in your head, the sixth wave crashing into your hot-blooded body.

"Yeah... yeah. You too. Night." He finally hung up, and your hand found itself on your hip.

"MJ?" You inquired, your eyebrows raised. He resumed his cooking, his phone forgotten on the countertop and you shot daggers at it.

"Yeah, she just wanted to tell me something."

"Tell you something?"

A crease appeared between his eyebrows and he looked at you sideways, confused. "A problem she fixed."

"Huh. I see." You grumbled, your brows scrunched together. Peter turned to face you, folding his arms across his chest.

"What?"

You met his stare. "What?"

"You're annoyed. I can tell."

"I'm not annoyed." You countered, squinting.

"Yeah, you are, 'cause you're doing that thing with your eyebrows—" He waved his hand, motioning toward your face. You mirrored his stance, doing exactly what he pointed out. "They get really expressive when you're mad."

"Suddenly, there's something wrong with my eyebrows?" You knew you were reaching, but the irritation dominated your mouth. Peter stammered in disbelief, briskly shaking his head.

"What?! Y/N, I did not say that at all."

You leaned against the kitchen counter, your lips tight until you were talking again. "You know, I just think it's kinda weird."

Peter looked heavenward, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Oh, here we go." He took in a deep breath, peeved. "What?"

"How you and Mary Jane have been calling each other so much lately." You mumbled, hugging yourself.

"What about it?"

Now you were the incredulous one. "What about it? Peter, it's weird."

"Yeah, I heard you the first time, but explain why." He said, exasperated.

Your jaw tightened and you picked up the knife before restarting with the slashing of the food, your hold of the tool harsh. "I don't really need to explain myself."

"Well, I want you to!"

"Alright, you want to know why it's weird? You want me to tell you?" Your tone grew louder.

"Yes, please! Go on!" Peter nodded, voice equally as bitter. You scraped the sliced tomatoes off of the cutting board with the knife, careless about where they landed, and clutched a second vegetable.

"She's your ex." You hissed. He had to momentarily walk away, although not too far considering the restricted place. He rubbed his face, holding up two fingers with his other hand.

"That was two years ago. Almost three."

"Your ex-wife!"

"I know what she is, Y/N, but there's no need to be worried. There's a reason why it didn't work out."

"It's kinda hard not to worry when she's calling you all the time, apparently telling you about all the problems in her life and who knows what else. I bet you call her to complain about me, or something." You poked his chest with a pickle.

He pushed the cucumber away with his finger, laughing. "Oh my god, you're being so ridiculous right now."

"I'm allowed to be ridiculous right now!" You shouted, slamming the green edible on the piece of wood.

"We're just friends! I can't even believe I have to say this!"

You shot him a sneer. "How can you just be friends with your ex?"

"Well, that's what we were after we broke up the first time, no?" He claimed, his forehead creased. You grew quiet and weakly dug the blade into the cucumber.

"That's different, I was your best friend. I am your best friend." You whispered, but he wasn't taking it.

He tilted his head back, his eyes closed. "It's really not different."

"It is!" You persisted, "We were kids, and I was friends with Gwen, so obviously it's not like I even thought about trying something."

"You think MJ is trying something?"

You blinked furiously, lifting one shoulder. "You know we never got along that well!"

Peter took a step closer to you, holding himself up with his hand on the counter. "She wouldn't ever do that, Y/N, no matter how bad things are between you two." You rolled your eyes.

"How would you know?"

God, you truly were driving him crazy. He began to tap his foot, groaning. "How would I know? How would I know? We were together for sixteen years, I know a lot more than you do!"

"Sixteen years, no way there still wouldn't be some sort of feelings." You lowly told yourself, but he still listened. He squeezed his hands closed and his view landed on the bundle of bananas inside a basket. He ripped one, peeling it open and taking a large bite, his infuriation pushing him to stress-eat. You heard him exclaim, as if he'd managed to remember an idea long repressed.

"What about that one guy you're always talking with? Thomas, was it?" He began, his mouth full. You whispered 'oh my god' as he swallowed before continuing. "You two dated, didn't you?"

You placed your hand on your chest, unbelieving that he decided to complain about the most insignificant guy in your relationship. "Peter, he's my coworker."

"Well, it's kinda hard not to worry!" He mocked you, flailing his arm.

"Fucking hell."

"He's all attractive and shit, with his eight-pack, expensive car, and twenty dogs. Real boyfriend material, huh?" He clenched his teeth, his hands trembling with the overwhelming jealousy.

You peered up at him, your eyes soft. "I would never hurt you like that."

"Exactly!" He gently held your shoulders, hopeful that you finally understood you absurd your worries were. "Neither would I! Ever."

"You broke up with me once, why would you not do it again?!" You shoved his hands off of you. Despair clawed at your heart, poisoned your insides with its foul venom, constricting your lungs, wetting your eyes.

Your words and crestfallen features subsided his fury, like a powerful breeze extinguishing a flickering candle, a gleam of sunlight reaching out through heavy sullen clouds, clearing his sight. His face fell, his fingers twitching, aching to touch you. "Y/N..."

You cracked, lost control, lashed out all your anguish on the food you cut. "You left me for Gwen! After three years!" Your cutting sped up, loud and quick clanks echoing across the room. "You said you loved me! A-and I believed you!" You sobbed, yet no tears would spill; only built up rage as you snagged a second tomato and stabbed it harder, the blade dangerously close to your finger.

"You're gonna hurt yourself." Peter warned, watching as you ignored him and only went faster, harder, your hand beginning to cramp up.

"But then you didn't love me, you loved her, and everything you said became complete bullshit and just lies! All those stupid promises and your fucking vows," You couldn't see anymore, your vision too blurry, but you didn't slow down. "What was I supposed to do other than just be happy for you? Because I had to be a good friend, and I just wanted you to be happy—"

"Y/N—"

You felt the knife close to your finger. "And what if it happens again? Mary Jane is perfect, you two were perfect; maybe one day you'll regret you chose me at the end—" Peter's hand shot out and captured the knife. You closed your mouth and blinked your tears away, your eyes then growing wide, for the blade hung right above your finger.

He moved it to the side and away from your resting hand, his grasp shaky. "I told you you were gonna hurt yourself." He breathed out.

The radio remained barely audible before, almost as if its presence were missing, but as silence overtook the room— heavy, asphyxiating, weighing down on both of you, crushing you with no mercy— it made your skull pulse. You laid the cutting tool back down, your gaze fixed ahead of you.

"My boss laid me off today." You saw through your peripheral vision how his head jerked up. "That's why I got back home early. And why I got the speeding ticket." You revealed, ashamed. Peter gulped, trying to dive to the surface, float in the flooded wreckage you two were trapped in.

"I'm sorry."

"What do you mean? It's not your fault." You looked at him, but it was quick. "And it's not my fault, either. I guess the trip will have to wait longer than we expected." You sadly joked.

He didn't say anything. He simply approached you, slowly and quiet, and soon his arms were around you. You grew weak to his embrace and squeezed him, inhaling deeply, holding back the tears once again that day— you didn't even know, really, you'd lost count. 

The universe wouldn't hand you the quietude you had craved so easily, though, because without warning, Peter began to usher you far from the stove. "Wait, wha—" A bang cut you off and you yelped while Peter unconsciously pulled you closer to him. You heard clinking, a shattering sound as something rained over the floor. You both slowly glanced back, still hugging each other.

"What the hell?" You gasped when you saw the large crack running up the stove top, various small ones branching out from it, and glass littering almost all of your kitchen. Peter's body shook and you stared up at his nervous grin.

"I told you we had the change the stove."

You two began to laugh— not a normal response to your stove exploding, indeed; perhaps it was an odd way to cope with the pain, but Peter ran his fingers through his hair as he chuckled.

"I should've listened." You smiled at him, and your mind turned to mush when he returned the expression.

"Good evening, everyone— I'm sorry to interrupt, I know that tonight is 'only music' night." The music ended and a dopey voice spoke instead; a guy who'd most definitely hit a few too many blunts.

"What kind of station did you chose?" You asked your boyfriend, your face scrunched up. He shrugged, just as clueless as you were.

"I don't know, it was on when I switched on the radio." However, your ears perked up when the man carried on.

"Just in case you haven't watched the news yet, I wanted to tell you to please stay away from Times Square. There's some crazy stuff going on there, man, it's nuts, and the police are arriving on the scene. But..." Peter looked at you, his eyes sad with guilt. Realization hit you like a truck, your heart almost stopping.

It was the final straw.

"No... no, please, Pete." You started to breathe heavily, your lower lip trembling. He held your hands, kissing your knuckles apologetically.

"I'm so sorry." The tears flowed free, and it broke him further.

"Everything's been going wrong today, p-please, I don't want anything bad happening to you." You begged. But he was already leaving the kitchen, and you yelled out a frustrated curse. You ran to the living room, searching for the remote control, then fell to your knees as you saw it under the coffee table, instantly snatching it. You desperately wiggled the remote when it didn't work, but moments later the TV lit up, and you jumped from channel to channel, seeking for the news. You raised your hand up to your mouth, your shoulders shuddering from the horrific footage— the hopelessness, the explosions, the fire. You heard the first siren outside.

You felt a tender hand on your shoulder, the indication of what you feared the most, of the dreaded goodbye lurking in all your nightmares. You were fully submerged into the screen, enough that you hadn't noticed Peter standing behind you. "This was not the night I planned." He said, staring down at the ground. " We were gonna have a nice dinner, maybe even dance like you enjoy to do sometimes, and then... I don't know, but I'm sorry. You deserved it." He confessed, sorrowful and sincere.

You placed your hand on his hard chest, over the spider emblem of his suit. You didn't waste any time and kissed him, a passion different from earlier; different from the arousal, the heat at the pit of your stomach, the goosebumps spreading all over your skin. Now it was just as forceful, just as needy, but it tasted like innocent affection, like a refuge for a terrified child from a spine-chilling thunderstorm, the assurance that the downpour would pass. You cherished every second, the way he clung onto your waist with as much urgency, his breathing as he ended what he hoped was just another kiss and not the last one. It tore you down to nothingness, but it's what you signed up for the moment you fell in love with him, and you truly did not regret it. Never.

Your foreheads rested against each other, your hands trailing up to his shoulders. "Happy two year anniversary." He grinned. You pecked him one last time.

"Happy two year anniversary."

It was the usual routine: he went to the window, putting his mask over his head, not bothering to brush away his hair, and he looked back at you. Stay, you both thought as you followed him. You held yourself back, though, for you knew that if you asked him to, he would. You tugged his mask down, covering his face. "Go save some civilians, Spider-Boy. I love you." His white eyes were wide, taking you in wholly.

"I love you, too."

You undid the button of Peter's suit jacket for the twentieth time in a row, the action a momentary consolation as your eyes lingered on the flat screen; however, your mind drifted away somewhere in the vastness of space, distant from the images and your solitary apartment, revolving around a certain man you couldn't help but worry about. The broadcast should've been enough to relieve your fidgeting and the iciness that ran through your veins, because just like always, the superhero had saved the day, but you wouldn't ease into satisfaction until you had Peter in your arms— safe and sound, alive. That comfort arrived in the form of the window sliding open, and you jumped off your seat, wrapping your arms around your torso, watching as the red and blue figure slipped inside. He closed the window, holding his side, and he removed his mask with a swift motion, strands of hair sticking up while others fell graciously. You repressed the shocked gasp at his appearance; his bleeding and swollen lip, the cut running up his forehead, his nose which now looked just like yours if not a bit worse, and the forming bruise on his cheek.

You ran up to him and hugged him tightly. As gentle as you tried to be, it still hurt, but he didn't voice his pain. "I'm proud of you. You did great." You kissed his shoulder. He mumbled a 'yay!' and you let out a weak laugh, carefully pulling his arm. "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up."

He tugged you back into him, his eyes droopy with exhaustion. "No."

Your eyebrows rose, confusion overtaking your face. "What?"

"Our date is not over yet."

You sucked in a breath, ignoring his ridiculous statement— he'd definitely received a rough blow to his head. "Peter, it's late, you need some rest—"

"Just, please." He urged. "Trust me." He bore his eyes burning with need into yours, frowning.

It was unbelievable, how Peter B. Parker could ask you to dress up as a hot dog and breakdance in the middle of the street and you'd comply, simply because it's what he wanted. You're weak, you told yourself, your hand in Peter's as you strolled down the pathway of the park; although you did force him to sit down and let you patch him up earlier, for only the man thought there was nothing wrong with leaving the house looking like you just came back from the fight club— ‘it's gonna heal soon’, he would whine as the roles reversed and you smoothed the gauze over his nose. He limped slightly while he picked a flower from a bush, another one for the growing collection in his fist, and you groaned loudly.

"Parker, seriously, I wouldn't have minded if we'd stayed back at home. Our anniversary doesn't need to be perfect." You said, expecting it'd knock some sense into him. He remained stubborn, though, inspecting the plants he held.

"Oh man, you said 'Parker', you must be serious." He wore a crooked smile and you narrowed your eyes at him. "Look, the day was far from perfect, so at least I want it to end well."

"I mean, this place is really nice." You acknowledged as you both stopped to admire a cherry blossom tree. Peter glanced sideways at you, his mouth twitching.

"Do you remember when we planned our wedding?"

You looked back at him and you both cringed, laughing after. "Ah, we did that, didn't we?" You crinkled your nose, recalling the night you and Peter lied on your twin bed; surrounded by heavy textbooks and colorful notes with illegible writing, in a haze from all the studying that you two started to make big, naive plans for a distant future, your head on his chest as he ran his fingers through your hair.  

"It was cute at the moment, but now that I think back, it was really stupid." He laughed. You swiped away the fallen flowers of the tree with your foot, nostalgia showering over you.

"Yeah... I wonder what sixteen-year-old me would think about thirty-eight-year-old me. Probably would be disappointed. At least she'd be happy I'm with you, though." You admitted softly, your skin prickling. "That's something her and I have in common."

Peter flashed you a half-smile. "Really?"

"Yeah," You grinned back, your eyes darting down to the petals he plucked. "Hey, don't kill it! What did it ever do to you?"

"It looked at me the wrong way." He smiled, shrugging. "I'm just nervous, that's it."

"What, you playing 'does she love me, does she love me not'?" You fluttered your eyelashes, the back of your hand on your forehead. He bit his lip, snickering, but then went poker-faced.

"It's a really serious game, Y/N." Your body lit up with laughter and he moved to face you, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he stared at you. "I want you to know that everything I said back then wasn't a lie. I meant every 'I love you' and promise I made."

You shoved your hands inside the pockets of his suit jacket (you probably should have changed, you realized), shifting your weight from one foot to another. "Pete, I know." You took out one hand to squeeze his bicep. "Forget everything I said earlier, alright? The jealousy just got to me and I said some dumb shit."

He shook his head, his fingers curling around your wrist. "No, but... I really did. And I've been thinking lately th-that maybe things with MJ didn't just work out because I was scared to have kids. I love you, Y/N. It's always been that way."

"Peter..." You rubbed his knuckles with your thumb, your heart glowing. "I love you, too."

"I'm sorry I didn't do this sooner."

You lifted a brow, puzzled. "Do what?" Your confusion dissolved when he dug his hand into his pocket, the color draining out of your face as he revealed a blue velvet box. You took a step back in disbelief, your hand cupping your cheek. "Parker, I swear to God."

"I'm sorry you had to wait so long for this moment." His voice wavered with nerves, the confirmation that this wasn't a sick prank he was pulling— not that he ever would hurt you in such way, anyway, but it was impossible not to feel lightheaded from the shock of witnessing a daydream you'd imagined for so long unfolding right in front of you, to not tremble as you waited for everything to slowly fade away as you woke up from another dream. His touch felt so real, though, so genuine, far from a fabricated illusion created just to satisfy a lurking desolation. "I wish I had known back then— God, I really do. But maybe I did kinda know, because after we discussed the whole dream wedding thing, I proposed to you." He recalled.

You sniffed, smiling. "You said it was practice for when we did get married."

He nodded, scratching the back of his neck. "It was not romantic at all." You both giggled, the ring he'd made out of a ripped piece of paper present in your memories.

You scanned your own outfit, wishing you'd looked much nicer for the occasion. "I look terrible right now."

"And so do I, but I don't care, because my heart still does that thing when it's the afternoon and you haven't showered yet."

"You're ridiculous."

"I know."

A deep rumble in the sky shook the ground beneath your feet and Peter looked up, letting out an exasperated sigh when droplets of rain pattered down on you. "Yeah, way to ruin the moment, weather. Thanks."

You lifted your hand to cover your face from the light drizzle, miniature beads of water on your eyelashes. "You know we can't afford a wedding right now, right?" You asked him, the corner of your lips tugged upwards.

His cheeks expanded as he let out air through his pressed lips. "I know. We gotta get that new stove."

"Our bed broke."

"Speeding ticket."

"I lost my job."

"You need a new nose." He tapped his own nose, which was a bad idea after he twisted his face in discomfort.

"It's not broken!" You insisted with a gesture of your hand, the corner of your eyes crinkled as you laughed. The rain poured down harder, quickly drenching yours and Peter's hair along with your clothes. Nothing was stopping him anymore, though, and he got down on one knee, audibly still aching from his bruises. Your laughter persisted, but now you hiccuped as well, your eyes red.

"We're not at a beach in Hawaii, but I tried to get the petals at least." When you inspected the ground— purple and red petals messily surrounding you, shriveled from the water— you comprehended the reason for his flower killing spree. You gripped his cold hand, the downpour emitting a shudder from you.

"It really doesn't matter."

"Good, good." He breathed out, more like a reassurance for himself, his own breathing speeding up for he could sense the tears coming as well. "Y/N. I loved you back then. I love you right now... and I'll love you for the rest of my years. It's not an exaggeration, it's the truth. I promise I'm not going anywhere. Not again. So..." He opened the box, and you stared in awe at the golden circlet with the pretty silver diamond.

"Will you marry me?"

You couldn't utter a single word, your throat closed up as you instead nodded fervently. You both beamed at each other, your smiles easily capable of moving worlds and galaxies as he slid the engagement ring onto your finger, his own hands trembling. You didn't give him a chance to stand up— you got down to his level and crashed your lips into his, your mouths slippery from the rain, your appearances far from alluring with his hair clinging to his skin and your mascara trailing down your cheeks. But it was alright. For the first time that day, everything was alright.

[etherealrj]

truly, madly, deeply - reddie

pairings : pastel!eddie kaspbrak x punk!richie tozier

words : 1.2K

 warnings : none

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thanks for you request anon! This was super cute to write but I don't think I did the request justice :') if you don't like it give me a yell and i'll try something else! I have another punk richie x pastel eddie requesting coming though so hopefully it'll be better! But do tell me what ya'll think ! 

Eddie played with the taller boy’s hair as they sat in the grass of the quarry. Richie’s head was placed in Eddie’s lap, dark brown curls cascade across Eddie’s white denim overalls as he threads his fingers though the strands. Richie’s eyes were closed enjoying the feeling of Eddie’s fingers lightly massaging his head. He could hear the rest of the Loser’s faintly playing in the water, their loud laughter echoing the hills around them. The sun hung low in sky, casting a light pink glow over the pair. Eddie hummed under his breath as he admires the boy cladded in black from head to toe, he lays quiet and relaxed in the grasp of his lover. Eddie trails his eyes down Richie’s face, the boy still wearing this thick prescription glasses that covered the thin layer of freckles which scattered across the bridge of his nose. A brand-new ring laid within the skin of Richie’s pink lips. He’d since replaced the brightly coloured Hawaiian shirts for dark red flannels and the graphic tees for some loud grunge band t-shirts that Eddie had never heard of. Black ripped skinny jeans seemed like a new skin to Richie, Eddie hardly ever saw him without them, not that he cared. He quiet liked how they outlined the boy’s thighs.

A small smile made its way onto Eddie lips as he glanced over Richie’s arm, the word LoSVer very permanently laid upon the boy’s skin. Richie had somehow convinced Eddie to come with him when he got his very first tattoo at the age of fourteen, claiming he got it to make Eddie feel better about his cast. But four years later, the boy was covered head to toe with shitty ink from random artists he found around their town of Derry and every time since, Eddie would be there to hold Richie’s hand. Through the piercings and the ink, the small fragile boy would cringe and tell his boyfriend that he would never come again but a week later Eddie always found himself clutching Richie’s hand as he watched the new needle pierce his skin.

Things had changed for the boys since they were thirteen, after they defeated the evil clown and everything slowly went back to normal. Or as normal as it could. Eddie embraced his love for the colour pink, wearing soft, neat fabrics and his trademark shorts that drove Richie wild. Bev had told Eddie she was quite glad that someone had developed a sense of style because god forbid you leave any of the rest of the boys to make good fashion choices.

Eddie's heart swelled with love for this idiot of a boy. Leaning back onto his left hand, brushing an object with his palm he smiled. Richie had saved up all his earnings from the small gig’s he had been playing with his band to buy Eddie a polaroid camera for his eighteenth birthday. The baby blue device sat in Eddie’s left hand, as he watched his boyfriends still face. He removed his hand from Richie’s hair quickly, knowing it would be only a matter of time before Richie opened his eyes noticing the absence of Eddie’s hand. He starred down the lenses of the camera and focusing all his attention on Richie. The way the setting sun seemed to cast a pink hue over his skin, the small refection from his glasses and the glint from his lip ring. Eddie pressed his finger down on the button and with a loud shutter of the camera, the film began to print.

Eddie felt the weight of Richie’s head shift in his lap. He looked up from the developing film to the boy. Quickly, hiding the picture behind his back. He was met with soft brown eyes open widely, staring up at him with a small smirk playing on the corner of his lips. Eddie glanced away, biting his bottom lip between his teeth. “Eddie?” Richie questioned staring expectantly up at brunette teenager. Eddie hummed in foreign response. “Did I just hear what I thought I thought I just heard?” Eddie shook his head. Richie widened his eyes, sitting up slowly to meet Eddie gaze. He tucked his legs underneath his large frame. “I told you to save the film just in case you ever saw your Mom in the shower again, Eds.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, slapping Richie across the chest a huff escapes his lips. “Shut up you idiot, that wasn't even funny.“

“Let’s see the picture then.” Richie placed his hand out in front of him, expectant of the small white piece of film. Eddie shakes his head and moves back further.   Richie feigns to be upset, bringing a hand to rest over his heart. Eddie soften his gaze afraid he’s hurt his boyfriend feelings. Eddie reaches his hand out to Richie’s shoulder, preparing to apologise. But by no surprise Richie had taken his arm lightly and pulled his smaller body on top of his larger one.  Taking the polaroid picture swiftly from Eddie’s hands as he tried to stabilize himself. Eddie let out a loud groan as he hovered over Richie’s body, legs intertwined. He should have known. Richie let out a loud boisterous laugh at the pout on his boyfriend’s lips.

Richie watched as the boy sat back against his thighs, with his bottom lip puckered and a scowl between his brow. Richie leant up and placed a chaste kiss on Eddie’s lips. Eddie tasted of strawberries like always, just as Richie always had the lingering smell of cigarettes upon his own lips.  Richie smiled up the boy, whom sat wearing a pastel pink shirt underneath his stark white overalls with a rainbow patch sewn in the middle of the pocket that laid upon his chest. Richie had a matching one of his denim jacket and he also had one tattooed onto his left bicep.

Richie looked down at the polaroid seeing nothing but what he deemed to be his overly average looking face with the addition of his bulky glasses, but he figured that there must be something redeemable in him if a boy as perfect as Eddie Kaspbrak were to want anything to do with him. Richie adored the boy with all his heart. He reached up to kiss the boys scrunched up nose, pulling away he leant on his elbows and watched the smaller teenager force away a smile from his face. He smiled up at Eddie, waiting for his favourite boy to beam a smile right back at him. Richie raised his eyebrows when nothing came, poking the fragile boy in the side.

Eddie looked Richie dead in the eye, struggling to keep up his façade. “I love you, spaghetti.” Eddie let out a frustrated groan breaking his stoic expression with a  loud laugh.

“Don’t call me that you douche!” Eddie exclaimed through a laugh. Both boys starred back at one another with silly smiles on their faces and the pure admiration sparkling in their eyes. Even though they were polar opposites they found solace in each other and wouldn’t give it up for the world.

Oblivious to the two, the rest of the losers had begun approach from the rear and watched the scene in ‘awe’ as both teenage boys starred into each other’s eyes completely unaware to the world around them. Bev picked up the discarded polaroid camera and brought it up to her face capturing the pure love displayed upon both of the boys faces in a time where they all felt peace.

GUYS THIS WAS SO FUCKING GAY I LEGIT CAN'T. I tried to keep the punk and pastel lowkey bc I hate when its like super in your face but it just turned to shit lmao, tell me what  u think kiddos.

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911 / mr. lonely - peter parker x reader

fandom: the avengers/peter parker

word count: 1335

character pairing: tom holland’s peter parker x reader

warnings: none ion think

prompt: Hey dude I read that cuddling helps you sleep better, you wanna try it out? (taken from this prompt list)

notes: i watched spider-man yesterday and i busted a fat nut bc it was everything i expected and more. the fucking rubble scene fucked me up so bad omg. tom holland has been, is and always WILL be my unproblematic fave. anyways enjoy i’ve been gone for like a week. (again, gif isn’t mine. idk whose it is. props 2 them n stuff. u guys rock) UHHHHH ALSO i wrote these all in microsoft word instead of wattpad (lmao) so everything is capitalized now???? weird. 

Hey dude I read that cuddling helps you sleep better, you wanna try it out?

-

Sleep has never been a close friend of yours.

You often lay awake at night, staring at your ceiling until sun shone through your windows, and you were forced to get out of bed and start your day. Of course, the rest of the team wasn’t aware of your sleeping habits, until one day, you collapsed during training before even getting hit.

“I’m worried about you, kid,” Tony explained, sliding you a cup of coffee. “you might be a superhero, but you need sleep just as much as the rest of the world.” You raised an eyebrow as you took a sip of the bitter drink.

“I could say the same to you,” you drawled, placing your mug on it’s coaster. “I’m not sure what exactly it is you expect me to do, Tony. Try sleeping? Trust me, I’ve tried. I just… can’t.”

“Maybe you need a cuddle buddy,” Tony joked, placing his cup in the sink and leaning against the counter. “if you’re ever down for a bit of a cuddle, you know where to find me.”

“No thanks, old man,” you grinned at his glare. “I think what I need is a drug to knock me out for 8 hours.” Due to your enhancement, there was no over-the-counter drug that could bring you the sleep you desperately needed.

Tony snorted. “A horse tranquilizer, you mean?” you felt a lot better after flipping the bird to his back.

That night, you were preparing for another sleepless 8 hours when a knock on the door made you get out of bed earlier than you expected.

“Peter?” the last person you expected at your door was Peter Parker, yet there he was, standing in his pyjamas with a pillow in his hands. “What are you doing here? Is everything alright?”

He nodded quickly, and you caught the way his fingers tapped against his thighs nervously. “Yeah, yeah, everything’s cool,” he said easily. “Um, Mr. Stark mentioned that you’ve been having trouble sleeping?”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “He did?” Peter only nodded in response. “Well, I hope you’re here with a couple of lines of ketamine, because that’s probably my only cure at this point.” You laughed when Peter’s eyes widened. “I’m kidding. Relax. Come in.” He walked in, allowing you to close the door behind him. You walked ahead of him, taking a seat at the edge of your bed. “So what’s up?”

Peter cleared his throat, and took a seat next to you, holding his pillow to his chest. “Well, I read that cuddling helps you sleep better. Wanna try it out?” Your jaw dropped, and Peter began to panic. “W-Well- Uh, I only meant- Like, you know what? I’m just gonna-.”

“Wait!” you grabbed his wrist to stop him from leaving, pulling him back. “wait, uh. I think that might work, actually.” Truthfully, you had no faith in this plan and wherever Peter read this, was probably not a reliable source. But Peter was hot and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t have the slightest of crushes on him.

Peter looked hopeful. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged and took his pillow from him. “wouldn’t hurt to try, right?” Peter’s heart was racing as he nodded, watching you place his pillow next to yours and climb into bed. “You coming?”

“H-Huh? Oh yeah, yeah, of course,” he said, walking over to the opposite side of the bed and climbing under the covers. He turned onto his side to face you, raising an eyebrow at your stiff figure. “Is this your first time cuddling someone?” You nodded bashfully, and he grinned. “Well, come closer, first of all.”

You shuffled closer to him, swallowing thickly. “Like this?”

He covered up his laughter with a cough, reaching over to take your hand. “Is this okay?” he asked, looping an arm over your waist and tugging your body closer to his, chests pressed together. He waited for you to nod and curl your hands up on his chest before continuing. “Relax,” he said, one of his hands coming up to brush the wisps of hair away from your face. “you know I’m not gonna hurt you.”

That wasn’t your issue. You knew Peter would never hurt you; he was too gentle of a soul for that. But you weren’t kidding when you told Peter this was your first time cuddling. You didn’t know how to do this- what if you messed up? Could you mess up? You weren’t sure how these things worked.

“I know,” you said quietly, feeling yourself relax against Peter’s body. “this is just-,”

“New?” He guessed. You nodded. “Don’t worry. Cuddling comes naturally. You’ll get it.”

And eventually, you did. You weren’t sure how long the two of you were lying there, just talking, but eventually, you’d stopped, feeling yourself become less and less cognitive and sleepier. This was a new sensation to you, seeing as you were actually ready to fall asleep before 7:00am. You remember pushing your face into the crook where Peter’s shoulder and neck met, letting out a content sigh. That’s how you fell asleep, you think, with Peter’s hand splayed across your back, breathing quietly into your hair.

So of course, you woke up half on top of him, one of your legs slotted between his. Peter had an arm around your waist, holding you steady atop of him. One of your arms was crossed over his chest, your thumb pressed to his cheek. This was the most peaceful state you’d been in, in a long time.

“Holy shit, he did it!”

Peter cracked open a bleary eye to see four of the earth’s mightiest heroes peaking their head through your bedroom door, which was hardly cracked open. His eyes shot open once he realized the position the two of you were in, glancing down at your sleeping body then back up at Tony, who had his eyes narrowed and teeth gritted.

“Fuck, he’s awake.”

“Hands to yourself, Parker.”

Sorry, Mr. Stark! Peter mouthed as you somehow managed to move closer onto Peter, nose brushing his neck. He remained helpless as you breathed slowly, obviously still asleep- so he thought.

“Are you guys seriously spying on them?” Peter could detect Steve’s voice and silently thanked the heavens for his sudden appearance. “Come on, let the kids sleep. They deserve it.” As Steve escorted everyone away, and re-closed the bedroom door, Peter relaxed, squeezing you lightly and resting his cheek on top of your head. He knew there was no way he was going to get back to sleep, but he was willing to lay there and hold you until you woke up, if that’s what you needed.

“Are they gone?” you hummed, your voice still scratchy from sleep. You stretched, arching your back as you yawned. “God, that was an invasion of privacy. Sorry for this, by the way. I’m kinda all over you.”

“I don’t- I don’t mind,” Peter stuttered, suddenly very aware of all the ways your body pressed against his. “Really. I’m glad you found a way to sleep.”

You propped yourself up on your elbow, staring down at Peter with a sort of fondness you couldn’t identify. He looked really good, for someone who just woke up. His hair was a fluffy mess that stuck up instead of combed to the side, and you couldn’t deny that he suited it. And you never really cared for brown eyes until you saw them on Peter’s face.

“Thanks, Parker,” you said, leaning down to press your lips to his cheek. “I appreciate it.” You rolled out of bed, and you could feel Peter’s eyes on you as you stretched. Holding back your laughter, you made your way to your washroom. “I’ll see you around.”

“Y-Yeah, no problem! Anytime,” he stuttered, watching the bathroom door close behind you. He touched his hand to his cheek, and grinned. “anytime.”

[sparkknightella]

Girlfriend or Girl That’s a Friend? (pt1)

i came up w this piece of garbage bc i listened to flaming hot cheetos :)

warnings: none?? idk bev calls herself an addict and there’s a breif mention of her dad being a scumbag

They’re all 16-17 in this!!! it’s gonna be sfw but i feel the need to mention that

part 2

•••••••••

Bill had been hanging around a girl from their soc class far too much and Stan was getting tired of it. He’d been fine the first few days, he loved the other losers and enjoyed hanging out with them, but without Bill a lot of the motivation to get up and go out had gone with the wind.

“Stanny Boy!” Richie called down the busy hallway. “We’re all going to the barrens, you wanna come?”

“Is B-“

“Yes, Bill will be there, I asked him before finding you cause I knew you wouldn’t give a damn otherwise. And no, his lady friend won’t be there, I asked that too.”

Stan was grateful Richie knew him so well, despite how annoying the trashmouth could be. He was also glad he wasn’t making a big deal about his crush on Bill, as he worried Richie would, since Richie is... Richie.

“West entrance after school, be there!”

•

Stan found himself anxiously awaiting the final bell. He was watching the clock like he never had before. It got to the point where the teacher asked him if he had somewhere he needed to be. No ma’am, I’m sorry. Just zoned out.

At last the bell rang and Stan packed up, practically throwing his papers into his bag and rushing out the door. He then realized how strange it would look if he arrived at the west entrance gasping for breath (since he felt a strong urge to run across the school to the west entrance), and slowed down significantly.

He walked and felt a long, muscular arm wrap around his shoulders. “Stan the man,” Mike laughed, pulling Stan in for an awkward sideways hug.

“You coming to the barrens?” Stan asked, smiling at Mike, who, though perpetually busy, always made time for the Losers.

“I may meet up with you guys later, dad still has some stuff he needs me to do around the house. Namely getting our truck up and running.” He laughed and let Stan go, waving and cutting down a hall towards the front of the school.

Stan wondered how he’d never had feelings for Mike. He was strong, athletic, had a strong work ethic and knew what he wanted in life. Mike was the most stable out of the Losers, always consistent in the support he gave everyone, never letting anything (besides his parents) come between them. But Stan figured that he’d been too wrapped up in his Bill-crush to even glance at other suitors.

He opened the doors and saw Richie and Eddie standing there, along with Ben, who was clearly waiting for Beverly to pop out of the doors.

“Ben, you could at least pretend to be happy to see me,” Stan said, unchaining his bike.

“Up yours, she’s been smoking like a motherfucker all day. Something happened. God forbid I’m worried.”

“Chill Ben, I think that was Stan’s attempt at a joke, react like that and he’ll never try again.”

“Beep beep Richie.” Ben replied, rushing up the steps to meet Bev.

“Do you really think something happened?” Eddie asked, trying not to stare at the two, who had walked a few paces away.

“Probably, you know what a scumbag her dad is, that’s why she has Ben. To have and to hold and to hide at his house whenever her dad tries anything.”

“Dude, shut the hell up,” Bev said, walking back over and joining the group. She shoved Richie’s head playfully and handed him a cigarette. The rest of the losers noses scrunched. “Nothing happened, I just happen to be an addict.”

“That’s not a casual thing, Bev! They’re saying that those kill you!” Eddie screeched, snatching the cigarette out of Richie’s mouth and pocketing it but not daring to do so to Beverly.

“That’s a crock of shit and we all know it.”

“What’s a crock of shit?” Bill’s voice cut through the retort forming in Stan’s throat.

“Nothing, we all ready to go?” Bev said, hopping on her bike.

The rest of the losers situated themselves and off they went, riding through neighborhoods and whooping as loud as they could and seeing who could make it to the barrens first.

“Oh, shit!” Richie, who was unable to stop himself upon arriving, soared right into the water, flipping over his handlebars and landing about 10 feet from where his bike was caught in the mud. He resurfaced, spitting out water and gasping.

The rest of the losers were doubled over, wishing they could watch that moment on a loop for the rest of time. Eddie was on the ground, clutching his stomach and rolling on his back. Every time any of them got close to calming down, they looked up to see Richie panicking and trying to pull his bike out of the spot where it now was sinking in the mud.

•

They spent the rest of the day swimming, trying to finally build the dam they never finished as kids, and pulling a very unwilling Mike into the water.

As the sun set, all of them knew they didn’t want to go home, so they moved some of the bigger rocks from their failed dam and made a circle. Everyone went and grabbed some sticks and they had a makeshift bonfire.

“So, Big Bill, how’re things going with the girl you’ve been ditching us for?” Bev looked up from poking at the fire, the accusation in her voice unmistakable.

Stan cursed Bev internally. Why bring that shit up? They were having an amazing night, laughing, Bill kept cuffing his shoulder and each time Stan felt as if he had just swallowed lightning. And now, he couldn’t stop staring at the way the flickering light made Bill look, every time Bill caught him a mountain inside of him erupted.

“I haven’t been ditching you guys, she’s my girlfriend, I’ve gotta make t-“

Stan was sent reeling. Girlfriend? “Girlfriend?” he said without realizing. “Or girl that’s a friend?” he recovered quickly, trying simultaneously not to scream at the top of his lungs and not to run off into the woods.

“G-girlfriend..” Bill was getting nervous, his friends should be happy for him, not sounding angry and hurt and... betrayed? Could that have been what he heard in Stan’s voice? No, what could Stan feel betrayed about?

As these thoughts raced through Bill’s mind, he neglected to notice Stan stand up, make some bullshit excuse, and ride off in the direction of town. He also didn’t notice all the losers follow after him. All of them but Richie.

“You’re a blind son a bitch.” Richie threw his glasses at Bill. “You clearly need those more than me.”

Bill stared in disbelief as Richie mounted his bike and almost ran into a tree before righting himself and riding off towards the sound of their other friends’ voices.

•

Stan didn’t get very far before Beverly cut in front of him, giving the others time to surround him. He quickly wiped his eyes and tried to make himself look somewhat composed. Of course we had to stop right under a street light. Fucking perfect.

Bev let her bike fall as she walked over to Stan. “Did you really think we were gonna let you run away?” she smiled and took Stan into her thin arms, pressing his head against her chest and running her fingers through his curls in a motherly way. “Bill’s clueless. Besides, you could do so much better. He’s stuck in his childhood, c’mon he still says ‘hiyo silver awaaay!’ any time he rides that stupid bike of his.”

Stan smiled, his chest warming at the thought of Bill’s dumb grin every time he rode his bike. For the briefest moment, he was the old Bill, you could see it in his eyes. Before the worry and overthinking started again and that glorious inside-face of his was covered back up.

“Do you need our help avoiding him?” Ben asked, lightly touching Stan’s shoulder.

“Yeah, we could pull a secret service and surround you. No mere mortal shall bask in your presence.” Richie called out, letting his bike slide out from under him and joining the awkward hug session.

Quickly Mike and Eddie ran over, joining the huddle and giving Stan reasons that Bill was an ass and how much more he deserved.

Stan laughed and let himself take a moment to appreciate his best friends. “You guys are the be-“

“S-Stan!” a new voice joined the murmuring of love and respect that the losers were having.

Ben peeked his head out and whispered “Wall up, losers.” And that’s just what they did. Mike linked arms with Eddie who linked arms with Richie who linked arms with Ben.

“Guy’s we aren’t covering the whole street he can just go around us.” Eddie said nervously.

“Fuck,” MikeRichieBen muttered and quickly set out moving their bikes to cover the rest of the road.

“Okay, wall up for real this time, losers!” Ben said triumphantly, forming their chain once again.

Bill skidded to a stop. “Seriously? I don’t even know w-wha-what I did! How are you all going to guh-gang up on me?”

“Like it isn’t obvious that Stan’s head over heels for you!”

“Richie!”

“Sorry Stan, but it’s true! We’ve watched you make goo-goo eyes at the guy for years and we just witnessed him break your heart and he’s still clueless? Sounds like bullshit.”

“S-Stan, is that true?” Bill started.

Stan shrugged Beverly off of him and gave her a grateful look before parting the wall of boy like Moses parted the sea.

“Yes, I think I’ve loved you for longer than I’ve realized.” Bill moved towards Stan, reached to grab his hand but Stan shuffled backwards. “Every time I saw you with that girl, it made my blood boil and my heart race and my breathing to catch. I was hoping one day you’d see me and realize that you’d loved me more than you could ever imagine loving her,” Stan’s voice caught. “But I know now that that’s not the case. She sets your heart off the same way you set mine off.”

And with that, Stan turned around, picked up his bike and rode off, knowing the other losers would stay there until they thought he was too far for Bill to catch up with.

-

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Shoujo Life Update~

Cuddles, tickles, kisses and a liiiiittle bit of angst oooh boy 

Imma type this real quick without rereading it cause it’s almost 2:30 in the morning oh god I need to sleep x’D 

This week was very chaotic as we’re getting used to this new lifestyle and trying to get settled and shit --> reason why I’m so inactive I am so sorry buuuut as soon as school starts, we’ll probably get settled for real 

Trying to settle means walking around Japan, practicing our Japanese (I am legit so proud every time I manage to squeak out an entire sentence, it’s unreal), getting to know each other and all that shizzle. Crush friend and girlfriend and I have been my best mates so far and we’ve been together pretty much everyday, planning together and eating together and I’ve noticed that crush friend is getting overly touchy with me huuuueeee 

So our homeroom teacher showed us our school and once we got showed around and got back in the elevator to go back to the first floor, I suddenly felt two hands cupping my waist from behind, fingers reeeaal gently stroking my stomach, so I freaked the fuck out and started screeching lol 

Crush friend chuckled behind me as he continued to caress and tickle me at the same time while one of my new friends yelled out, “Omg, she’s ticklish!” aND EVERYONE STARTED POKING AND SQUEEZING ME I FUCKING SHIT YOU NOT. IN THE ELEVATOR. I couldn’t even get away bc crush friend kept holding my waist and pulled me against his chest, laughing against my neck and it was really bad hahhahahahahhahaa help  That same day we went to hang out in our shared lobby and I was really cold at some point and I said so out loud so new guy friend, crush friend and new girl friend went, “Let’s warm her up!” 

and they all went to sit/lie on top of me LOOOOL I started laughing so hard because on one hand I was being squished to death but it was also really warm and cozy. Crush friend had his nose buried in my neck, grinning like a little shit, new girl friend was sitting on my legs, and new guy friend was kinda half leaning/lying against me. 

“Hey Jo... your knees are really pretty...” new girl friend randomly said and started tracing them with her nails. I was wearing shorts sooooo I yeah rip I flipped and burst out laughing. “Like, they’re not too prominent and shit... oooh and they’re sensitive, tooo...”

Crush friend casually wrapped his hand around my torso, fingers resting on my ribs, just letting them sit there but it was enough to make me jump and squeak more. He was still breathing/chuckling against my neck, which tickled as well, and I couldn’t fucking move because of all the weight so I was pretty much trapped, only able to kick my legs x’DDD 

Afterwards we went to the ping pong table and played a little bit. I was putting up a fight as he was pretty good and he went, “Ugh, doesn’t she ever give up?” Girl friend, the fucking traitor, called out, “Just pull up your shirt! That’s her weak spot!”

“Ooooh?” THAT ASSHOLE SMACKED THE BALL TOWARDS ME AND THEN LIFTED UP HIS SHIRT A BIT AND I FUCKING BLUSHED AND LET THE BALL FLY PAST ME. “It worked! I gotta use that more often!” which he did. I hate him 

There’s also this one part where him and me were waiting for girl friend to get ready and we were standing in her tiny hallway. We were goofing around a bit until he narrowed his eyes, pushed me against the wall and tickled my sides for a bit heeelpppp ad=asfiuasdjfksd I’m so weak for this nGH and he’s been hugging me from behind from time to time and ugh gOD this guy 

and noooow for the drama part...  Both of us were super tired and irritated bc one girl in our group that’s constantly annoying everyone, particularly him  (they srsly hate each other’s guts) and he’s real homesick as I found out today so that was probably also a part of it, buuuut we had a small fight. In front of a few people, things got kinda out of hand and I left the scene to go to my room to cry my eyes out. Now that I think about it, this happens in every fucking shoujo whenever things go too well, I mean, we were being so overly touchy and flirty that something had to go wrong, right? x’) 

I cried a lot bc I hadn’t cried this entire trip yet, really wanted to but didn’t have time/patience so I guess it was a combination of exhaustion, homesickness, shock from the fight, etc. Girl friend came over to calm me down and comfort me, and eventually left after inviting me over to go get breakfast the next morning. One tiiiiny problem: crush friend was gonna be there as well

“Isn’t that gonna be a problem?” I asked “Eeeeh, not sure? I guess we’ll see.” 

BOIIIII it was awkward. The next morning I woke up with swollen eyes, like, I had literally cried so much that I couldn’t see straight and the three of us left to go get food. Girl friend was trying to play peacekeeper, making conversation and trying to get us to talk, but crush friend simply refused to even look at me, which resulted in me not looking at him. He even fucking walked around me and made sure not to get near me.  After a good fucking 20 minutes, I ran out of patience and while girl friend was busy with her umbrella, I looked up at him with watery eyes and mumbled, “Dude, are you so mad at me that you’re gonna ignore me?” 

And then he finally looked at me. He blinked, then looked away and sighed. “Not mad... just, irritated I guess.” I didn’t really know how to reply to that so we just looked at each other. My eyes were filling up with tears once again upon realizing that this was the only thing he was gonna say, so I nodded. “Okay.” and walked past him but then 

I felt his two large hands on my shoulders, keeping me in place. I was really confused and sort of tried to move, but he wouldn’t let me. He was pushing me so gently that I didn’t know what he wanted from me until he turned me around, again super gently, and pulled me in for a hug. I hadn’t noticed that I was shaking yet because when I felt his chest against my face, I felt my hands trembling and the tears pricking in my eyes. 

His hand was on the back of my head, holding me. We didn’t say anything and just stood there in the middle of the store. On one hand I felt like we were the only two people there but then again not? Idk, it was definitely something and he wasn’t about to pull back soon, until I mumbled, “Okay,” again and then he let go. The rest of our breakfast trip went pretty smoothly because, at last, we were talking again 

On that same day I walked up to his room and we talked about it, he apologized, I apologized and he ended it by saying, “I’m glad you were the one to break the ice. I probs would’ve done so eventually, too, but it was you this time. Let’s just forget it happened, okay? I don’t wanna ruin this trip. Wanna go grab dinner together?” 

And so we did. I noticed his change in behavior a bit as he was less touchy and more careful with me. I also noticed that he was being overly nice and quiet, which made me smile because this is probably his way of making it up to me. 

AND THEN THERE’S TODAAAAAY.  Once again we were hanging out in the shared lobby but this time with alcohol and oh boy I got tipsy. It doesn’t take much alcohol to get me drunk so I was tipsy after like 4 sips and already giggling uncontrollably. Everyone else laughed along with me, tickled me because they thought it was cute and playfully made fun of me 

Crush friend was still keeping his distance and it was irritating me trololol I’m such an attention whoooore. The more I drank, the more I kept looking at his lips fuuuuu It was still a lot of fun though, holy shit, at some point everyone was pissing their pants from laughter and having a great time. We ran out of alcohol though, so crush friend suggested we get some more 

I was preeeetttty tipsy at this point. Like, I couldn’t walk straight anymore and new tiny girl friend (she’s even smaller than me and I’m 5′4 LOL) was pretty much drunk. Crush friend had to throw me over his shoulder in order to get me to sit back on the couch without falling and it was pretty fun but also scary x’D And this was after he had to pick me up two times because I kept falling to the floor bc I was laughing so hard pffff 

On our way to the convenience store, I had to make sure that new tiny girl friend didn’t bump into anyone or a pole for that matter, so we stuck together while she babbled about everything. Other new girl friend looked at me, smiled and asked, “Is it okay if I hug you? You’re so funny.”  “omg yeeess, sureee!” I slurred and she laughed, hugging me close it was just... yes 

And now... dun dun duuuun Crush friend, tiny new girl friend and I were waiting outside while everyone else got drinks and I kept saying that I already had too much to drink. I had lost at least 80% of my filter and was more daring and kinda drowsy --> alert alert alert 

“naaah, you’re fine,” crush friend chuckled and I shook my head  “Nooooo, I’m not. I shouldn’t get more drinks,” I said while I twirled a bit on the spot. He had taken a seat on a small bench and was looking at me with a semi scolding look. “Seriously.” “Why? You’ve been worse.”  “No, cause I really wanna do this.” and fuck I walked over to him, held his face and kissed him real quick. I’m not sure if he turned his head or that I was simply so tipsy that I couldn’t coordinate, but I think I kissed the corner of his mouth, or like... half his lips???? xDD I felt them but not entirely, idk, it was stupid of me 

I pulled back and immediately covered my face. “Crap. Sorry.” “What’re you apologizing for?” he said, totally confused “Ishouldn’thavedonethatIshouldn’thavedonethaaaaat,” I mumbled against my hands and looked back up at him, flustered 

He tsk’ed, shook his head and patted the spot next to him. I hesitantly took a seat and he wrapped an arm around my waist, gently cupping it.  “Idiot,” he whispered and stroked my side with his thumb, looking away 

The rest of the night is kinda blurry but it was a lot of fun and holy shit this took me almost an hour to write 

HELLOOOOOO sorry for this messy af post I’m still alive just all over the place godddddd

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Check In chapter 9

Words: 3k

Genre: ??? idk drama? angst? not sure yet lol

Synopsis: Seungcheol and his best friend Wonwoo have been running a small drug dealing business for the past two years, along with Wonwoo’s boyfriend Mingyu on the books and new recruit Hansol to manage the second hand shop they use as a cover story.

This Chapter: Lots of hurt and comfort for Cheolsol and backstory for Seungcheol bc I ?? haven't given him any yet wtf

Warnings: drug ment (light), conversion therapy ment (very very light), death ment

Author’s Note: based on the MV for Check In which I edited into a kind of trailer for this fic and u can watch it here.

Check In: chapter one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / read on ao3

Hansol had never actually made a sale himself, but he’d been witness to so many that he figured he would be fine. He had told Seungcheol this on the phone, but it didn’t stop him from texting Hansol every five minutes to make sure he was okay.

When half an hour went by with no text, Hansol started to get worried and called Seungcheol.

“Oh thank god,” Seungcheol’s voice echoed on the other end when he picked up.

“Are you in a toilet?”

“Well, I’m not going to take a phone call from my boyfriend about our weed business in front of a homophobic conservative, am I?”

Hansol laughed. “Fair enough. So why haven’t you texted for a while? You were being pretty consistent for a while there.”

“I ran out of credit.”

“Wow, that’s dedication.”

“Can you just, text me updates so I know everything’s okay?”

“Yeah, I can do that. Nothing happened in the past half an hour except some freshmen came in trying to get something so I told them there was a waiting list.”

“No one causing you any trouble?”

“Nope, I’ve got everything under control.”

Seungcheol breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank god. What about the other two?”

Hansol glanced at the stair case. “No word yet, but I heard the shower running a while ago. No yelling or sounds of anything breaking, which I guess is a good sign.”

“Very good. Okay babe I gotta go, she’ll tell me off for taking a shit in public if I stay in here too long.”

Hansol laughed, looking to the front of The Shop as the bell rang. “Okay, I gotta go too; customers.”

“Stay safe, and text me updates.”

“Will do,” Hansol said, rising from the stool to greet the customers. “I really gotta go, Cheol.”

“Okay okay, I’ll talk to you soon, love you.”

Before he could reply, Seungcheol had hung up. Hansol shook himself, putting his phone next to the till and greeting the customers.

“Hi, how can I help you?”

There were two of them; a tall, willowy woman and a short, stoic man with a goatee. The man looked around The Shop as the woman stood in front of the till, towering over Hansol.

“We’re here for what’s in the back room,” she said, not meeting Hansol’s eyes.

Something about her made Hansol very uncomfortable. “Sure, can I get a name?”

“Lee.”

Hansol laughed, taking the clipboard out from under the desk. “We have about twenty of those, I’m gonna need your first name too.”

He flipped to the letter L on the list of customers and scanned it for Lee Minji. “I’m sorry ma’am, we don’t have you on our list. You’ll have to go through a background check before we can sell to you.”

Minji nodded slowly, finally meeting Hansol’s eyes. “What, do I have to sign up to buy weed?”

“That’s generally how we operate, yes.”

She shared a look with the man, who was standing by the books on the wall. She turned back to Hansol.

“Thank you.”

With out saying anything else, the two of them left. Hansol stowed away the clipboard and sat down again. He debated calling Seungcheol, but decided it would be better to text him.

[Sent, 1:34pm] Hey, still alive

[Received: Seungcheol, 1:34pm] Thanks babe

Hansol decided not to tell him about the people until Seungcheol got back in case he got too worked up, but felt he needed to tell someone.

[Sent, 1:35pm] Everything okay up there?

He bounced his knee as he waited for a reply.

[Received: Mingyu, 1:37pm] Crisis: averted

[Received: Mingyu, 1:37pm] Peace: restored

[Received: Mingyu, 1:38pm] Dick: not out

[Received: Mingyu, 1:39pm] Thanks for everything, by the way, it means a lot

[Sent, 1:40pm] It’s no problem man, I’m glad things are okay now

[Received: Mingyu, 1:41pm] Yeah well idk if I would’ve been able to do it without your help

[Sent, 1:41pm] You would’ve been fine man, but I’m glad I could be there for u

[Received: Mingyu, 1:42pm] Thanks bro, sorry our balls didn’t touch

Hansol laughed, feeling a bit more at ease as he typed in his next reply.

[Sent, 1:43pm] If your dick really isn’t out, is it cool if I come up? Got some business stuff to talk about

[Received: Mingyu, 1:44pm] Sure, we’re on the balcony

When he got onto the balcony, Mingyu and Wonwoo had their chairs right next to each other and were holding hands, a mug of black coffee and a glass of orange juice on the table. They both looked up as Hansol shoved the door open and joined them at the table. Wonwoo looked exhausted, his eye starting to swell with the bruising. Mingyu’s eyes were still a bit puffy, but he looked quietly happy.

“You two are a sight for sore eyes.”

Mingyu laughed and the corner of Wonwoo’s mouth tugged up.

“Everything sorted out?”

Mingyu turned to Wonwoo who cleared his throat and looked intently at the glass of orange juice. “Yeah. Mingyu stopped crying, at least.”

The three of them laughed a little, and Hansol felt bad for bringing something negative back to them.

“Some people just came into The Shop and I think they were like, cops or something?”

Mingyu sat up a little more. “What makes you think that?”

Hansol told them what happened and Mingyu thought for a moment. “Doesn’t sound like cops.”

“What does it sound like?”

Mingyu took in a sharp breath, letting go of Wonwoo’s hand and leaning forwards. “Do you know of any other drug dealing services in the area?”

Hansol shrugged. “Not really my scene, if you’d believe it. I can ask around though.”

“Don’t make it obvious. Actually, don’t do it, I’ll sort things out. My cousin might know, I’ll give him a call.”

Hansol looked at Mingyu expectantly as he got his phone out of his pocket. Wonwoo rested his arm on the back of Mingyu’s chair and picked up the coffee to take a drink.

“Thanks for letting us know, Hansol. You can go back down if you want.”

“Okay. I haven’t told Cheol yet; he can’t really talk on the phone and I figured a text would just freak him out.”

Wonwoo nodded. “Smart.”

Hansol left them to it and went back downstairs, relieved to find the shop empty. He planted himself back on his stool and reached for his phone.

[Sent, 2:02pm] Still kickin’

[Received: Seungcheol, 2:03pm] Good to hear

The rest of the day was uneventful, with Seungcheol and Mikyung returning just as Hansol was closing up. He greeted them both politely, not knowing if he should talk to Seungcheol or not. They walked past him and went upstairs without any conversation, and Hansol was about to leave without saying goodbye when he got a text.

[Received: Seungcheol, 5:07pm] I’ll be down in a minute, can you wait for me?

[Sent, 5:07pm] Sure

Seungcheol came down the stairs a few minutes later, carrying a duffel bag.

“Hope you don’t mind me crashing at yours? Mingyu said he could handle things for a night. I think they want the room to themselves.”

Hansol raised his brows. “With her in the next room?”

Seungcheol shrugged, giving Hansol a brief kiss. “They can be quiet if they really want to.”

Hansol laughed, opening the door and letting Seungcheol step out before him. “Sure, Jan.”

They held hands as they walked back to the dorms, talking lightly and avoiding big subjects. When they got to Hansol’s room, it was a mess from Mingyu that morning. The duvet was on the floor and there was crumpled up toilet paper littered around the floor. The empty cups of noodles were still on the desk.

Hansol closed the door behind them and put his backpack on his desk, collapsing on the bed. “He produces so much snot, you wouldn’t believe.”

Seungcheol placed his bag by the door and navigated his way to the bed, falling onto it next to Hansol. “He had a cold for two weeks last year. It was hell.”

Hansol winced. “I can imagine.”

Seungcheol propped himself up on his elbows and looked around the room. “This is pretty impressive, though. How’d the duvet get on the floor?”

Hansol shrugged. “It’s all a blur of tears and tissues.”

Seungcheol laughed. “They seemed okay when I was up there before. Mind you I wasn’t there for long.”

“They’re okay, I talked to them for a bit when they were sitting on the balcony holding hands and cuddling.”

“What a relief. I can deal with me and Wonwoo fighting, but I don’t know how to deal with them fighting.”

Hansol got up from the bed and started collecting the pieces of toilet paper into the small bin he kept under his desk. “Have they not fought before?”

“Not really. Mingyu gets frustrated with Wonwoo sometimes, but they don’t have big fights like me and Wonwoo do.”

When he had picked up all the toiler paper, Hansol put the bin back under his desk and picked up the duvet. Seungcheol moved up the bed as Hansol spread the duvet out over him, then lying face down on the bed himself.

“I didn’t think you and Wonwoo fought.”

Seungcheol laughed. “We fight a lot. They’re big fights, but they’re never serious, you know? Like at the end of the day we still love each other so it’s never too serious.”

“Like siblings?”

“Yeah, I don’t have any but I imagine that’s what it’s like.”

Hansol put his head on Seungcheol’s chest, draping an arm over his torso. “Me and my sister fight heaps, but we don’t even have to apologise for the argument to be over. You have the fight, you yell at each other, you storm off, then you tell them a joke five minutes later and everything’s fine.”

“Sounds about right.” Seungcheol pulled Hansol closer to him and kissed the top of his head. “Sorry all of this is going on, I know it’s a lot to handle.”

Hansol shook his head. “It’s okay, I’m more worried about you lot. I’m doing fine.”

Seungcheol pulled Hansol into his lap, circling his arms around him and forming a sort of protective shell. Hansol froze, trying to figure out what was going on, only speaking when Seungcheol started sniffling.

“Cheol?”

“Mm?”

“What are you doing?”

“I think I’m protecting you?”

Hansol shifted a little. “From what?”

“Everything,” his voice was ragged and he sniffed again.

Hansol sat up, forcing Seungcheol to uncurl from around him. When Hansol saw his face, it was wet with a steady stream of tears, his eyes bloodshot and his lip trembling. Hansol placed his hands either side of his face.

“Cheol, what’s wrong?”

Seungcheol closed his eyes and held his breath.

“Baby?”

With that, Seungcheol collapsed forwards onto Hansol’s chest and started to wail, his whole body heaving. Hansol repositioned them so that he was lying on his side, cradling Seungcheol in his arms and playing with his hair. Seungcheol’s body was limp, his sobs taking control of his muscles.

Hansol made a hushing sound and kissed Seungcheol’s hair. “It’s okay, get it out, I’ll wait, you’re okay.” He repeated this like a mantra as Seungcheol cried until he couldn’t cry anymore.

When he was done, Seungcheol rolled to lie on his back. Hansol reached for what was left of the toilet roll and passed it to Seungcheol, who used it to blow his nose and mop up his tears.

“Cheol, what happened?”

Seungcheol sighed in a way that indicated he wanted to keep crying but had used up all his energy. “It’s a long story.”

“We have all night, baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

“It’s just,” he held his breath again, “it’s been three years today.”

Hansol shuffled closer and slung his arm of Seungcheol’s torso. “Three years since what?”

“Since Hanbin.”

Hansol frowned, trying to remember if Seungcheol had mentioned the name before. “Who’s Hanbin?”

Seungcheol closed his eyes, dislodging a tear that ran into his hairline. “He was my boyfriend.”

This threw Hansol, because Seungcheol had never mentioned any past boyfriends. Although he supposed it shouldn’t have surprised him, as he knew that Seungcheol had experience.

He lightly kissed Seungcheol’s shoulder. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No. Yes. I mean,” he sighed, “I know I should, but it hurts.”

Hansol rubbed his stomach in a way he hoped was soothing. “Take your time, I’ll be here.”

It was a while before Seungcheol spoke, and he opened and closed his mouth several times before he finally started.

“Hanbin and I pretty much grew up together, like our parents were friends. Wanted us to be each others best man or whatever. But,” he furrowed his brows, “I don’t know how it happened, it just kinda did.”

“What, you two dating?”

“Yeah, you know he was my best friend and my first kiss when we were like eight. We were too young to know it wasn’t normal and we spent pretty much all our time together and held hands and shared beds. I think we were fifteen when we realised we were in love. Pretty soon after that we figured out we weren’t allowed to be.”

Hansol’s hand moved up to Seungcheol’s chest and he started to draw shapes. “That must’ve been scary.”

“Terrifying. You’ve met Mikyung; pretty much everyone in our town’s like that. We had to be careful and hide it. Of course we told Wonwoo, because he was in our group of three and it didn’t seem fair to keep it from him. That was scary at the time.”

“But it was fine right? I mean judging by the fact you live together with his boyfriend.”

Seungcheol laughed weakly. “Yeah, he cried and thanked us because he’d wanted to come out for a few years but was too scared. So we were a happy, gay little trio.” He took a deep breath. “Then Wonwoo came out to his mum and got sent to conversion therapy and it was just the two of us, which was weird for a while. But he came back, and he was different but he was still Wonwoo, so it was fine.”

Hansol did the maths in his head. “So we’re up to four years ago, right?”

“Yeah.”

Hansol kissed his shoulder again. “You don’t have to rush.”

“Thanks, it’s okay. So the three of us were still friends, all hiding in the closet together. But we figured we could go to the same university all of us together and that way we wouldn’t have to hide from anyone, be away from our parents and just be gay freely.”

Hansol was about to ask if he had met Hanbin, but Seungcheol continued.

“Those first three months were so good.” He was smiling wide, looking up at the ceiling. “We were nineteen and gay and in love and it felt like we had everything figured out. Everything was good.

“This was back in the early days of The Shop, before it was even The Shop; we were just selling out of our pockets. Wonwoo was still running errands like he is now, because he’s a scary looking guy and we all know I’m too soft. But then Mikyung came to visit and they went out for lunch and there was something on the other side of town.” He thought for a moment, Hansol still tracing shapes on his chest. “I don’t even remember what it was, but Wonwoo was still out and Hanbin,” his voice faltered and he cleared his throat. “Hanbin said he would do it.

“I tried to stop him, tell him I could go or we could wait for Wonwoo, but he told me to stop worrying.” He sighed, shutting his eyes. “I’m so glad I told him I loved him. I’m so glad I did that because.” He held his breath and let it out, holding it again then letting it out. “He died.”

Hansol felt himself start to cry, simply upset by seeing Seungcheol so distraught. “Cheol, I’m so sorry that’s, that’s fucking awful.”

Seungcheol finally turned his head and looked at Hansol, his voice just a ragged whisper. “I had to lie to his parents. I had to tell them that he was just my friend, that he was caught in the crossfire of something we didn’t know about. In my eulogy, I couldn’t even say that I was in love with him. I had to lie even after he died.”

Hansol placed his hand softly on Seungcheol’s cheek, wiping at his tears as Seungcheol melted into the touch. “You blame yourself.”

He already knew the answer, but that did little to stop the breaking of his heart as Seungcheol nodded.

“You shouldn’t – don’t interrupt me – you shouldn’t blame yourself. I know you do and it’s hard and you can’t get rid of that survivor’s guilt, but you couldn’t have done anything.”

“I could’ve gone instead, it could’ve been me.”

“But then I wouldn’t have met you,” Hansol’s voice was wavering. “I wouldn’t have met you and I wouldn’t have –” he bit his lip but finished his sentence. “I wouldn’t have fallen in love with you.”

Seungcheol sniffed loudly. “You’ve fallen in love with me?”

“Well, yeah I mean.” He felt heat creeping up his neck and onto his cheeks. “I kinda thought we both had. You said it on the phone today.”

Seungcheol turned onto his side, taking both of Hansol’s hands in his. “Don’t, don’t. I do love you.” He pressed their kips together several times. “I do I do I was just scared you didn’t love me.”

Hansol giggled against his lips. “Of course I love you, don’t be ridiculous.”

They let one of the kisses last a bit longer before Hansol pulled away. “I’m really sorry about Hanbin.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“It wasn’t yours, either.”

Seungcheol opened his mouth but thought better and just smiled. “Thank you.”

“I’ll try to stop telling you not to worry so much.”

Seungcheol breathed out hard, his breath warm on Hansol’s face. “Thank you.”

“You need food and rest,” Hansol said, rolling off the bed and going to get some cup noodles from the cupboard.

When they had finished their noodles, they put the cups next to the ones from the previous night. They didn’t bother changing as they got under the covers.

Seungcheol held Hansol against his chest and kissed him just behind his ear. “I love you so much.”

Hansol squeezed his hand as their fingers intertwined. “I love you too, Cheol.”