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kylesvariouslistsandstuff · 1 year ago

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SPIDER-VERSE On The Brain

Massive SPIDER-VERSE *spoilers* are ahead... Do not read on if you haven't seen the movie...

It's been four days since I checked out SPIDER-MAN: ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE in theaters... And I'm still processing such a rich layer cake of a movie with all this stuff going on, just the sheer ambition of it... And... This story isn't even over, that's the mind-blowing part...

This movie did have pretty strong arcs for Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, and even Peter B. Parker to some extent, in addition to introducing a major conflict and a soon-to-be-primary antagonist in Miguel O'Hara/Spider-Man 2099... While a larger threat, The Spot, still looms, and there's even a closer to home threat for Miles himself as the picture wraps up...

There's so much more to go, assuming that BEYOND THE SPIDER-VERSE is also going to be a pretty long movie. That this movie was, in the planning stages, getting to be so big that they had to break it up into two parts? Who knows what we're in for...

I feel a lot of ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE's narrative brilliance is within its yet to be resolved conflict...

Canon...

Back in 2018, INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE came onto the scene with its dynamic new way of rendering CGI imagery in an animated feature, while throwing in eye-candy flourishes and other dynamic art styles to really make that movie pop amongst other mainstream animated movies *and* the entire comic book movie sphere. In a neat sense, this groundbreaking new way to make an animated feature strengthened the inclusive and quite simple overall message of the story: ANYONE can be Spider-Man.

Now, if INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE said "anyone can be Spider-Man", ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE asks what that "anyone" must go through to be Spider-Man.

Can Spider-Man truly be anyone?

What is "canon"?

Miguel is adamant that every Spider, from man to woman to animal to insect, must experience some major tragedy in order to truly be a Spider-Something. A loss of a family member, close friend, or any kind of loved one... That's that about that, that's the nature of the "Spider-Verse", it is set in stone, no other way! Seems to contradict "Anyone can be Spider-Man", right? Apparently Miles can't have a relatively normal non-costumed life, someone he loves HAS to be axed... And that's the case with... How many Spiders? Over 280?

... which quite frankly sounds very controlling and lacking in imagination. And kinda dumb on paper. Miles knows that, even... It all relates back to what his mother and father want for him vs. his ambitions and desires.

"Nah, imma do my own thing"...

Such a liberating line, during such a literally and figuratively heavy moment in the film...

Between Miles' arc and Gwen's story, this autistic queer right here felt something quite resonant from all of this... I needed to see and hear these classic story tropes pulled off in such a great new way at a crucial time in my life...

Now, this works even beyond one's personal journey and how a film relates to someone: ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE seems cleverly critical of contemporary superhero movie culture and most nerd-dom, from its most toxic swamps to its most boring offices. Adherence to "canon", shackling oneself to hard-set rules that mustn't be deviated from. It's especially potent coming from a movie series where the main Spider-Man is a black/Puerto Rican teenager, and his pals include a trans Spider-Woman, an older adult Peter Parker who has a child, and many more.

The insistence that Spider-Man has to be this one thing, i.e. Miguel running a Spider-Society that makes sure all Spider-People have that very "Uncle Ben" tragedy happen to them, with NO ANOMALIES... Miles' whole existence as Spider-Man, of course, is revealed to be said anomaly... In that a spider from another universe, Earth-42, got to his, Earth-1610, and bit him... Messing everything up... He's even blamed for Earth-1610 Peter Parker's death, to add insult to injury!

Or DID he mess things up?

Maybe "canon" is a bunch of bullshit.

The very kind of thing that shackles whole characters and franchises down, instead of letting those who come to the sandbox play with the toys THEIR way. INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE came to CG animation and didn't do the Pixar style, didn't do what most other mainstream animated movies were doing, didn't follow the accepted "standard" or "canon"... A friend of mine, in his review of ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE, noted something very interesting: This also ties into how a lot of very online animation fans insist that every new movie now must be like SPIDER-VERSE. And like PUSS IN BOOTS: THE LAST WISH. And like any other animated movie that they consider "top tier" or "based" or "cinema". Including a relatively-panned Mario movie. Screw off if you're Pixar making "mid" movies like TURNING RED and ELEMENTAL, or Disney Animation making equally "mid" movies like ENCANTO or RAYA AND THE LAST DRAGON... "Canon" in feature animation, apparently, is now movies that must be like SPIDER-VERSE or PUSS IN BOOTS or whatever. Animated movie "requirements". You have to have scary dark villains, you have to have the most amazing unseen animation style ever, you have to do it all THIS WAY...

This whole "canon" nonsense also ties into superhero movies in general, as well. Even comics, like a lot of runs of Spider-Man are apparently doing... especially in a time of the Marvel Cinematic Universe and the DC movie-verse being clamped down by such hard continuity... That has only morphed into a bigger cluster-cuss, post-SPIDER-VERSE.

I remember when watching the LOKI Disney+ series, thinking... This series is trying to explain in FIVE 40-MINUTE EPISODES something INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE effortlessly explained in less than 5 MINUTES... Then you bring in the Doctor Strange follow-ups, all this stuff about "incursions". Incursions this, Sacred Timelines that... Why is this so goddamn convoluted and wracked head-to-toe with all these RULES? Other multiverse stories don't do this, and Marvel's characters span DECADES... And a big criticism of the recent MCU output is that the continuity, the canon... Doesn't allow for the characters to have their own unique stories, told by filmmakers with individual unique visions working within reasonable guidelines. I feel these two movies, along with EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE, show what a multiverse story can still be in this day and age.

And by using Miguel's rule, ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE goes right for the jugular bearing its spider-fangs.

Anyone can be Spider-Man, Spider-Man can have ANY life.

May I also add? The Spot... He's not in the movie much, but his arc... Tying this back to the worst of toxic nerd culture. The Spot is shook by being called some villain of the week and everything else that happened to him (like getting conked by the very bagel from the first movie), and instead of using his weird abilities for something good, he's going to go great lengths to prove that he is not some villain of the week. To become a larger scale threat... And for what? To fill a literal hole in himself? What validity and happiness will this bring him? I see something similar in some aspects of nerd culture, where they take being wronged (I'll humorously compare this to being shoved into lockers, circa 1988) at some point in their life, and turning it into their literal villain origin story... Growing up to be the jocks that bullied them, growing up to be the ones making life harder for other people in the community... The very people complaining about how "w0ke" this movie is for having "forced diversity", the very people who also lob that stolen word at harmless things like the LITTLE MERMAID remake and virtually anything "W0ke Disney" puts out these days, the very people who had literal shit-fits over MAD MAX: FURY ROAD, every new STAR WARS movie, GHOSTBUSTERS 2016, SHE-RA AND THE PRINCESSES OF POWER, new MUPPET BABIES, any new STAR TREK media, the list goes on and on... That's The Spot. Funny how some superhero movies, even animated superhero movies, have these villains who feel like they've been wronged and feel like they're entitled to something...

Just more texture to this ludicrously-textured layer cake movie... Yeah, CAKE itself is a big part of the movie, too. Look at that-

All this, amidst a backdrop of hundreds of Spider-People, a surrealistic smorgasbord of visual styles and animation techniques (Spider-Punk alone, YOWZA YOWZA YOWZA!), a multiverse-spanning story, and at the end... All of it tying back to who Miles Morales wants to be. How he wants to tell HIS story... When he defies Miguel on the train, it's a monumental moment...

And the story isn't even over yet... This movie is something special.

#spider man across the spiderverse spoilers #spider man across the spiderverse #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #unorganized thoughts #animated movies #personal thoughts

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sagesolsticewrites · 2 years ago

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imma need more about Lavender Haze bc we [delusional girlies who name fics after Taylor Swift songs] need to stick together 🤝🤝

- @burninlovebutler 😚💫

OOOOH BESTIE

ok so

brace yourself bc I’m about to fully expose how long this has been sitting in my wips fhdjdhdjjs

so… I knew I wanted to write something based on Lavender Haze even before Midnights came out. Like just based on Taylor’s initial Midnight Mayhem sneak peek description of basically “being in the lavender haze/beginning of a relationship but if someone finds out about that relationship people will have Opinions™️” (I was definitely imagining a kind of Austin!Elvis x reader at first where people aren’t super happy about their relationship for reasons???)

And then the night I first heard the album (after I had processed all of the Emotions that come with listening to a Taylor album for the first time) I started writing.

And along the way it turned into an Austin x reader friends-to-friends with benefits-to-lovers sorta thing 👀 I even came up with this loose sort of series/collection-type thing where Lavender Haze would chronicle the beginning of Austin and R’s fwb relationship and Austin catching feelings but Reader isn’t famous and he doesn’t want to put her through all the stuff he has to deal with in the aftermath of the Elvis movie (it definitely doesn’t help that there’s a bunch of tabloid speculation about your relationship, even though the two of you are strictly platonic).

My idea for the Midnight collection was that Lavender Haze would lead into Snow On The Beach, in which Austin and Reader confess their feelings for each other, the to Sweet Nothings with an established relationship. I’m even thinking of doing something with Glitch/maybe Labyrinth where we see the Reader’s side when she catches feelings. Thoughts, y’all? 👀

I think I’m about halfway through most of the plot for this one at the moment, but I’m very stuck on how I want to end it 🤔

Ask me about my WIPs!

#thanks for asking bestie!!!#mel 🥀#sage answers #austin butler #elvis (2022)#elvis 2022 #austin butler x reader

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inkquillery · 2 years ago

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very curious about 61 and 63! (for apfttu - also I have not yet recovered from the snippet I'm still grinding gears thinking about what does this mean HXJSBSKSHSKKA)

61. In [insert fic], what’s your favorite scene that you wrote?

oof, that’s tough! of the ones i’ve published? probs any one of mirabel being a wholesome little shit, either with the seamstress familia or with her newfound friends. teenage antics ftw 🙌🏼

of the ones i haven’t published? …there’s way too many good moments lmao, but if i had to pick a meaningful one that isn’t too big of a spoiler, it’ll come down to between:

chapter 13: mirabel and danté’s enlightening talk, wherein feelings are processed and elsi’s backstory comes to light

chapter 14: can’t say too much but conversations about the future are had and references to chapter 10 and my favourite fantasy series are made

mirabel being a sleep-deprived, no-filter little shit and alma’s continuously torn between amusement and exasperation (yeah she actually has a sense of humour lmao, surprise, surprise)

javimira dances

chapter 28: the ridiculously poetic epilogue :))

63. What was the hardest part of writing [insert fic]?

imma be honest here, there’s a trend where around 2-4 chapters of my long fics are my stumbling blocks. for ylia it’s chapters 5-6. for apfttu, it’s ch. 10–13.

trying to fill in the gaps of mirabel’s time at antarctica for sure was difficult bc i just didn’t know what i could do since all the big stuff happens near the end but i can’t just skip her entire time there. ik ch. 11 may have seemed like a filler but imma be honest here y’all are gonna need that much fluff to look back on and to brace yourselves for the angst that’s coming.

on that note, ch. 12 is being extremely uncooperative. apparently when i’m no longer in a fandom, emotions are hard and wut r werds.

#anon #fanfiction asks #apfttu #encanto #mirabel madrigal

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tealenko · 2 years ago

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Didn't Have the Heart (Chapter 6)

Chapter 6: Sorry to Interrupt

Hooooo! Yeah, I know, I'm late as fuck... But I'm writing a 4 fics so be patient with me please XDDDD Anyways... Happy holidays people!!! Here's my gift to you. Common, 6 out of 10 chapters... Only three to go (Next one will be hilarious... Last two will have smut) so stay tuned!! Hope you like it!!

Summary: After calling him drunk in the middle of the night, and cursing him for stopping her first kiss with Kaidan, Shepard finally goes to speak with Joker the morning after the party is over.

Words: 5012 Rating: Teens and up Warnings: language and drinking

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Shepard power walks to the elevator, their last conversation still echoing in her head as she gets into it.

I guess I deserve it… For deciding to have a human as my best friend.

Garrus’ words linger in her ears only for a moment, but they are powerful enough to torture her in an endless loop of pain and sorrow.

…as my best friend.

She shakes her head, in an attempt to get rid of the memory, but she only manages to invite one more to make it company.

Oh, come on Dee! You don’t fool anyone... You love me and you know it!

Shepard rests her back against the wall, concentrates on her breathing and then, as the elevator door closes, she proceeds to number the seconds she spends in there, focusing on deep inhales and exhales while her heartbeat slows down along with the countdown, a technique she’s been perfecting for half her life now.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

And she gets to the main deck.

The door opens and the noises coming from outside the elevator start to bring her back to reality.

“Stepping out?”

The sudden appearance of the young comm specialist speeds the process even more, managing to muffle all the feelings and memories instantly, thanks to the unexpected encounter.

“Erm, yes.” She confirms, while switching places with her. “I’m going to the bridge, before I change my mind…”

“What?”

“Don’t mind me, Traynor.” Shepard quickly parries, changing the topic of the conversation before anything else slips out of her mouth. “How about you? Taking a well deserved rest?”

“Yes!” She replies with excitement, completely forgetting about everything else. "Gonna see if anyone wants to play a game of chess…”

The doors of the elevator start to close, but Samantha quickly moves her hand to keep them open a little longer.

“Maybe… Care to join me later?” She asks in a half-begging tone of voice, excited to see Shepard taking interest in her. “I’ll let you play white… I won’t even try to win.”

Shepard gives her a tired smile before answering.

“As much as I’d like to take my revenge, I’m gonna have to decline the offer.” She replies, completely unaware of the pain that her words are inflicting. “Duty calls. You know, the less glamorous part of the job.”

She laughs a little at her own comment, before seeing the expression on her friend’s face, causing her to question her own sentences, to see if there was something offensive in them.

After scouting their short conversation, and not finding anything that stands out, she decides to keep talking in order to see if that will cheer her up.

“Perhaps another time?” Shepard inquires, making her smile a little. “Next time we’re on leave, eh?” She adds to the deal. “You can even try to win.”

Her words warm Samantha’s heart, who accepts her offer without a second thought.

“Well then, Imma search for someone to train with.” She adds before the doors start to close again. “Not that I need it though.”

“Right, we’ll see who has the last laugh.”

This time around Samantha doesn’t stop the elevator and, after saying goodbye with a quick smile, she heads to the crew deck, leaving Shepard behind who, after taking a pause to add ‘chess training’ in the to do list of her omni-tool, resumes her path and heads to the bridge of the Normandy.

Once she’s on the threshold she stops for a second before stepping in, hesitating if she should really talk to Joker at all. However, the decision it's made for her before she has the time to choose her next step.

“Hello Shepard.” EDI greets her, turning her chair to look at her. “I’ve been meaning to ask you… Would you grant me permission to scan you?”

She stares at the IA, with a confused look on her face, frowning her eyebrows for a couple of seconds as she attempts to collect her own thoughts.

“Why..?” It’s the only thing she’s able to answer or, better said, to ask.

“Jeff said humans do not enjoy being tested without consent…”

“No…” Shepard cuts her, a little too afraid to ask how the two of them got into that conversation in the first place. “I mean why do you want to scan me.”

“Ah, of course. I’m only curious.”

“You’re… Curious?” She asks EDI, finding it hard to believe that the IA is able to develop this kind of behavior.

“In reality it’s more complex than that. A compilation of subroutines and methods that link to a pre-programed system whose only function is to encourage me to seek out different and or new procedures to learn more about organics lifeforms… ‘Curious’ is just the simplified term I use so that it is more relatable to the receptor end of these kinds of conversations.”

“Translation,” Joker says right away, “it’s her way of lowering herself to talk to us, filthy humans.”

He laughs at his own comment, but not for long, quickly overtaken by EDI’s comeback.

“Only so that I can overrule you more efficiently, Jeff...”

“What are you teaching her, Joker?” Shepard sighs and shakes her head a couple of times. “You’re a terrible influence, you know that?.”

“I do my best.” He replies, while turning his chair around to face her, with a triumphant smile on his face. “Speaking of bad influences…”

She groans and rubs her temples a couple of times.

“By the way you look… I’m assuming you spent last evening with mr. Vega?”

“Ufff… Don’t remind me of it please.” Her stomach grumbles as she says this, asking for some food to counter the insane amount of alcohol she got into her system the previous night. “I’m assuming this is what you were curious about, EDI?”

“Yes.” She instantly confirms. “There aren't many records of humans surviving after drinking ryncol. Nor where they manage to keep consuming alcohol right after… And less along with the ability to keep up with this pattern for hours after its ingestion.”

“You were drinking ryncol!?” Joker asks her, basically confirming the thesis of EDI’s statement.

“Of course I drinked ryncol...” Shepard replies, faking to be offended. “Do you know me at all?”

"I...” Laughing is the only thing Joker is able to do, and now is his turn to shake his head for a few seconds in disbelief.

In the meantime, EDI assumes that Shepard’s initial reaction to her question is enough to grant her all the permission she needs.

So, without further consent, she proceeds to take her scan while Joker keeps trying to understand everything going on, adding this commotion to the hundred of confused thoughts he gathered the previous night, when Shepard called him extremely drunk, while replaying the whole conversation in his head.

The sound of his omnitool beeping scared him at the beginning.

He hardly ever gets calls by a private channel, let alone by Shepard, so his reaction when he saw her name blinking in an orangy tone across his arm really surprised him, to say the least.

“Hey Commander.” He greeted her with care, wondering what she had to discuss that couldn’t go through the usual comm system of the ship.

“Hey...” She laughed for a second, and then, out of the blue, she stopped dry, allowing a strange silence to build between them. “How could you?” She finally asked.

“What?” To say he was confused falls short to explain what the pilot felt in that precise moment. “Everything okay, Shep?”

“No… Everything it’s not ok… okay.” He heard a little bit of rumble and a short hiccup before she gave it a second attempt and finally managed to finish her sentence. ”Not okay.”

“Wait, Shepard… Are you drunk?” He said in return, still not truly believing what was happening.

“Kinda… Don’t change the subject you… You know, right? What you did… Back, in the first Normandy.”

“I…” Joker fell silent, not knowing what to do, until a quick wave of realization hit him and made him regain his ability to speak. “I… I’m sorry, Shepard. I am. Truly.”

His voice quivered, which made him stop for a second in order to clear his throat, getting the needed time to understand what she was really talking about.

“Maybe we should talk about it in a more private environment, and not with you… Well, drunk.”

Everything started to make sense in his head: the private call, why she only had the guts to tell him after a few drinks… So, despite his hesitation, he sighed and got ready to speak again.

“But… You’re right, and I’m sorry Shepard. I… I should’ve left… It’s my fault.” He made another pause. “It’s my fault that you...”

Shepard cut him right away, derailing Joker of his line of thought to hit him with the simple and way less serious reality of what was truly happening.

“That!? Oh no… That’s shit that happens… No. I’m talking about you totally cockblocking me the first time I was going to hook up with Kaidan.”

“Wait, what the fuck?” A strong noise blasted through the call, scaring him a little before realizing that what he was hearing was the combined laughter of a few people, recognizing James’ among them.

“Ay… You wer…” He hears in the distance through his omnitool, still too shocked to say anything.

“Oh that’s awesome… You should go and get your revenge Shep.” He overheard Garrus saying between snorts before he actually managed to intervene.

“What the hell is happening ther…” It’s all he got to say before the call broke apart, leaving the poor Joker even more confused, if possible.

“Thank you, Commander.” Joker overhears EDI while his mind returns slowly to the present.

“You’re welcome, I guess…”

“So,” he interrupts, after putting all his ideas in order, starting to assemble all the pieces of the puzzle back together, “are you going to tell me what happened yesterday or I’m gonna have to force it out of you?”

“Like you’d be able.” He smiles at her comment and, after combing her hair backwards, she does the same, taking a moment before finishing her sentence. “But don't worry, you won’t have to…”

“No?”

“Nah… I kinda came here to explain myself. How am I doing so far?”

“Not bad… For a normal human being.” He replies, stopping to think about it for a second. “Explendid, terrific even, if we use your usual instinctive behavior as a guideline.”

“Right… Yeah…”

She’s unable to deny his last statement, so she just agrees and smiles at him, taking a deep breath before she goes into the thick of it, getting ready for what’s to come.

“Where should I start?” Shepard asks, talking more with herself than with the rest of the people in the room.

“I think you should do it as a band-aid, Shepard. Quick and painful.”

She laughs at his comments and nods her head a couple times, agreeing with him.

“Good idea.”

“I’m ready whenever you are.” Joker tells her, talking a bit faster than usual, full of expectation and overall curiosity.

“Okay then… Band-aid time.” She smiles again before taking one last deep breath. This time around, she thinks she’s gonna definitely need it.

“So the thing is…”

But she doesn’t.

She stops talking, almost as a reflex of her usual behavior.

“Sorry… Let me try again.”

Joker nods, and she gives it another try.

“We were just… Erm…”

He looks at her with incredulity, a part of him finding it hard to believe that this woman in front of him, who is used to all kinds of crazy and impossible things, is unable to talk about anything related to her feelings or personal life without having difficulties to get the job done.

“Yeah?” He asks her, with a mischievous tone in his voice.

“Just…” She stops trying for a second and grunts, annoyed both at herself and the pilot. “You are enjoying this, right?”

“Call me crazy, Shepard. But I do prefer to see you struggling to function than to witness a threatening call at 2 a.m while, apparently, completely drunk on ryncol. Which still amazes me, by the way.”

“Hm…” She gives him a dry laugh. “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that… That’s kinda why I’m here.”

“What on earth happened yesterday, Shepard?”

“Ahh…” She sighs before finally surrendering. “I found Vega, Garrus and Kaidan ultra drunk, playing some stupid game and, against my better judgment, they somehow managed to convince me to join them… So yeah…”

Her stomach grumbles a second time, being the only thing that fills in the silence that conquers the room for what almost seems like an endless half a minute.

“I see…” He finally says, after processing it all. “Well… I cannot say that I don’t know what that’s like. I’ve been a victim of mr. Vega’s power of persuasion before, and I have my wallet as a witness to prove it, so I kinda get you Shep. Don’t worry about it.”

He smiles at her, trying to ease her worries.

“Okay then… I’m glad we’ve been able to… Clarify that.”

Shepard is about to turn and walk away but she isn’t fast enough to avoid the topic Joker’s been dying to discuss since the moment he got that call.

“Did I really interrupt you and Kaidan back on the good old days?” He asks, trying his best to tame the big grin forming on his face.

“Argg..” She grunts again and sighs. “I was hoping you would let me get away without talking about that…”

“Yeah right!” Joker snorts. “Do you know me at all?”

Shepard starts laughing, amused by the way her friend has been able to turn her own comment against her.

“Right.” She replies, finally giving up and accepting her reality. “Yeah, that truly happened… Great timing, by the way.” She adds, with a faint smile. “But then again, what’s new about that?”

“My survival instinct is telling me to nod and just ignore your last comment as a whole.”

“Well… It had to kick in sooner or later, Joker.”

Just as it was all silence only moments ago, now the room fills with laughter all of a sudden, with the two friends enjoying each other's comment for what seems the shortest minute of their lives.

“If it serves you for something…” He finally adds after calming down. “Sorry for the interruption.”

“Oh, gee… Thanks Joker.” She replies, still not truly believing that really happened, even after three years of general madness. “It’s okay, though, it was the alcohol talking… I’ve never really wanted to kill you, it was just a form of speech.”

“Sorry, what!?”

Shepard breaks into laughter.

“Ah, true… You didn’t… Well, don’t worry about it.”

She pats his seat a couple of times and nods, with a big smile on her face, and turns around to walk away.

“So… Are you planning to get back on that train, Shep?”

Shepard stops dry and turns once again, looking at her friend with a confused look on her face.

“What train?” She asks, completely unaware of what it’s about to hit her.

“You know… The Kaidan Alenko train.” Joker laughs on the inside at the thought of his next comment, getting ready to execute the gesture that accompanies it. “Next stop: Disappointment and desertion. Chuuu, chuuu~~”

If looks could kill, Joker would drop dead even before lowering the arm he just used to mimic the train’s whistle. Nevertheless, and luckily for him, Shepard somehow manages to tame all her emotions into a simple question.

“I’m getting you aren’t fond of the Major, Jeff?”

There isn’t any hint of anger or resentment in her statement, but he knows, just by the mere mention of his name, that her true feelings about the whole situation are way different to the ones he supposed she would have at the beginning.

Joker stares at her for a couple of seconds, thinking about her question, and feeling somehow sorry that she hasn’t taken his comment as he expected, fearing to have wounded his friend when he only wanted to make a joke in the form of a sarcastic comment.

“Look, I have nothing against Kaidan.” He finally says, looking around the room for a couple of seconds before returning his eyes to her. “In fact, we are old friends… He’s even helping me with my poker struggles…”

He laughs a little, letting some of the tension vanish away from his body.

“What I’m not fond about… Is what I saw a year ago. That’s all”

Shepard is quiet the whole time, listening to him. Afterall, this is not her first time having to endure this type of speech from some of her friends so, as Joker keeps talking, she just stays silent, patiently putting together the same list of arguments she’s used on what seem like countless occasions by now.

“I know we weren’t in the position to throw parties but I mean… Holy shit, Shepard. And…”

He makes a pause there.

She can tell he’s thinking about whether he should continue talking, which surprises her a little, being used to his way of behaving without giving anything a second thought, despite how serious the given situation was.

“You… You were devastated, and I think…” He takes another second there. “I think you know… Kaidan is not gonna change. He’s always going to put the Alliance before you.”

She smiles for a moment.

That’s a new one. She thinks before answering him. “I’m not asking him to do it.”

“I just…” He sighs, examining her calmness, trying to process her mood and her words. “I just want you to be careful… That’s all.”

Shepard stares at Joker for a while, furrowing her brows, trying to take the hidden message behind his words but, after a few seconds, she relaxes, gifting his friend a sweet and honest smirk.

“Okay…” She replies, smiling even more. “And thanks, by the way.”

“For what?”

“For worrying…”

“Shut up.”

He is the one smiling now, still not truly believing the outcome of their conversation, replaying everything in his head as quickly as he’s able to see if he’s missed something along the way.

“EDI, would you let me speak with Joker for a minute? Alone.”

“My platform only serves as a…”

“Yeah. I know, I know. You’re everywhere.” She laughs at her own comment befroe continuing. “You’re going to hear us even if your body isn’t here… I’m aware of that. But, I don’t know.... We humans… Tend to feel more comfortable in smaller groups, I guess.”

“I see. Let me add that to my database.” She stands up from her usual seat and nods. “I’ll give you some room, Commander.”

“Thanks, EDI.”

“Oh. And allow me to wish you and Major Alenko the best.”

“Wait… So it’s true, then. You and Kaidan are a thing.”

Shepard nods. He turns to look at EDI.

“And you already knew, didn’t you?”

“Of course I knew, Jeff. After all, I’m everywhere.” She gives him a faint smile. “I’ll let you talk about it.”

While Joker looks at her walking away, marveled and a bit hypnotized by the wit of her comeback, Shepard takes the opportunity to sit down on her seat and give the imminent conversation a more casual tone.

“So… Kaidan, then. That’s what you wanted to talk about?” He laughs a little, turning his chair to face her. “Are you aware this gives me endless ammo to tease both you and the major?”

“Yeah…” She sighs and smiles as she leans backwards a little, getting comfortable on her seat. “I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem.”

“You think so little of my skills, Shepard?”

She starts laughing right away, which instantly makes him smile, glad to see her this relaxed for what seems like the first time in forever.

“Please, Joker… Yup, you’re a complete pain in the ass sometimes…” She says, still laughing, making a pause to readjust her posture and sit indian style. “But, I mean… Good luck with coming up with something better than Vega.”

“He knows?”

“Yeah… That’s what yesterday’s fuss was about.” Shepard sighs while using both hands to comb hair backwards, still struggling to understand everything that happened the previous night. “ Basically, Garrus and James got Kaidan drunk just to get info out of him and I got caught in the eye of the hurricane, sort of speak… And, well… As you witnessed, things went wild. Ayyy… I still can't believe they managed to convince me… ”

“I can’t even picture it, if we’re being real here.” He adds in between laughter. “How did that happen?”

“Erm… To be honest…” She takes a second. “I was horny and thirsty.” Joker almost chokes at her comment, too shocked to know how to laugh but too amused to remember how to keep breathing. “And those two morons made Kaidan drink too much to be able to take care of the first thing… So, I decided to take care of the second one on my own and, subsequently, I started drinking…”

“...” He stares at her, not wanting to interrupt her, now that she’s finally talking, and also, not knowing what else he could add to improve on that statement that she hasn’t said already.

“... And the drinking led to more drinking, and the more drinking turned into a stupid game, that I totally won, by the way, and then… Then… Well, let's just say that you’re not the first in my apology round today.”

“Called more people last night?”

“Nah, said some strong stuff to the dynamic duo in order to make them run away.”

“Wow… You’re a force of nature when you drink, Shepard.”

“Well… They deserved it. But yeah… It was a bit out of line even if they…”

“They what?” He asks, very curious about the whole thing. “What did they do to piss you off?”

“The same fucking thing you did three years ago…” Shepard snorts. “Jee, I swear… I don’t ask for much in this life, but it would be nice if you guys didn’t try to meddle in mine every time I have the slightest intention of banging Alenko.”

The sound that comes out of Joker after hearing that is almost indescribable. A mix between cough, laughter and choking on equal parts at the beginning that, after a few seconds of these three battling one another, leaves room to crown the second one as the winner, leading the poor pilot into what seems like an endless stream of snorts, chuckles and giggles.

“Shep, you cannot do these things to me.” He says, once he’s able to speak again, resting his right hand on top of his chest and losing sight of the vast space for a second. “You’re gonna make me break a rib or something.”

“You asked…” She adds with a big smile on her face, giving him time to compose himself.

“And here I was, thinking my survival instincts were finally working…”

“I wouldn’t be you, then.”

Shepard stands up and walks to his seat, resting part of her weight on his chair while staring in the opposite direction he’s looking at.

“Thanks, Commander… I needed something like this.” He tells her once she’s near, leaning a little to be even closer. “And sorry again for… Interrupting you.”

“It’s okay… Makes for a good story, at least.”

“Right.”

Shepard smiles one last time and takes a couple of steps, ready to walk away, but something inside her stops her at the threshold and keeps her from using her usual tactics.

She waits frozen for a couple of seconds, getting lost in her train of thoughts, which isn’t new to her.

Something inside her body, that she’s recently located near her chest, has been trying to fight against her brain and, for weeks now, maybe months, every time she attempts to ignore her problems, avoid a difficult topic or run away from her past, she’s been noticing a strange force that keeps pulling from her heart, desperately trying to make her stay and face it all.

This time around, she isn’t surprised by its appearance, but by the fact that she’s starting to listen to it .

And now, against all odds, before her brain is able to yell at her to walk away, her body takes a life of its own and turns around, walking all the way back next to Joker, who turns his head to look at her, surprised to see her, once again, standing by his side.

“You okay?”

“Yeah… I’m okay. I mean…”

“Having everything in consideration and all that kind of stuff?”

“That, yeah.” She gives him a nervous smile, all of her body getting ready for what she wants to tell him. “I am okay but… You were right before… I didn’t use to… Not a year ago.”

His smile disappears from his face and he just stares at her, afraid she will stop talking if he does any sudden movement.

“But you were also wrong, Alenko didn’t have anything to do with it…” She thinks about it for a second before rectifying her statement. “Well, maybe a little but not the way you imagine…”

She sighs, starting to get a little bit mad at herself.

Communicating her feelings, even on the more basic forms of expression, has always felt complicated to her. So this attempt to share something that any normal person would struggle with, is slowly eating her up.

Nevertheless, she decides to go all in and keep going forwards, resolved to finish what she wants to say.

“Well, nevermind Kaidan right now… That’s not what I was trying to say.”

Joker smiles at her a little and nods, doing his best to support her without using words.

“I was trying to say that, the real reason why I was so miserable, to the point where I nearly drunk myself into my bed almost every night for a year, is… Because…”

She shakes her head a couple of times and takes a deep breath.

The tension builds around them for an eternity.

And then she says it.

“Cerberus.”

He keeps looking at her in silence, but his mouth drops open a little, starting to rearrange the pieces of a puzzle that he thought was already completed.

“All of it… Because of Cerberus. And… I’m not gonna add more than that, cause, to be completely honest, I don’t think I’m physically able right now, but… ” She laughs, relaxing a little, now that the worst part is over. “You’ve read my story, you’ll be able to fill in some of the blancs on your own…”

“...”

“So, yeah…”

“...”

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” She half asks half screams at him when he doesn’t answer, not knowing what else to do or say.

“I’m struggling a bit here, Shepard. How am I supposed to follow that?” He chuckles a little and sighs. “I’m not used to getting this serious, you know?”

“Well, welcome aboard the emotionally damaged train.” She says without losing a second, as a rogue smile appears on her face. “Next stop: avoidance and sarcastic comments.”

The train comment gets now, provided by the pilot, the laughter that Joker was expecting to receive the first time around, lasting even longer than he could have ever imagined.

“You should’ve done the chu chu sound too, Shep.” He states between giggles, quickly transforming her smirk into a big laugh too.

“You told me you didn’t want to break a rib so… Make up your mind.”

“Right. You’re right, Shepard, as always.” He agrees with her while clearing a tear of his eye. “And about Kaidan…”

She gives him a soft pat on the shoulder and smiles at him.

“Yeah?”

“I’d say you seem quite happy…”

“I am happy.”

“Then… So am I.” He laughs a little. “Glad you cleared things up, by the way, I always thought… Well, nevermind. I was wrong… Never been so happy to be so.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool…” She nods and smiles one last time. “Now that’s out of the way I wa…”

“You want me to keep it to myself?”

“Well, I…” Shepard laughs a little. “I was actually going to ask you to head to quarian space, God knows I cannot delay that shitshow any longer… But that would be nice too.”

“Ha, you got it… Both things.”

“Thanks.”

She starts walking away, one more time. And, one more time, she’s stopped at the threshold. Not by her body, on this occasion, but by Joker, who, still looking into the endless universe, takes this opportunity to say something she wasn’t expecting to hear, especially from him.

“No, thank you.” He says, in a softer tone than his usual one. “I know it wasn’t easy and… Despite the fact that I seem like I don’t appreciate the effort, I truly do… So, whenever you need it…”

“Joker…”

He gives her a sincere and pure smile before continuing, shrugging at the same time.

“I know, I know. I’m not the easiest person to talk to but… I’ll do my best.”

She replies with one of her own.

“Good to know… And same here, If you ever want to. You know that, right?”

“Sure.”

“So if you ever wanna talk…”

Shepard gives him a final pad on the shoulder to say goodbye, deepening her smile even more in order to seal their whole conversation, ready for it to come to an end and go back to the real world.

“Just make sure it isn’t in a moment where EDI says I’m not available, okay Jeff?”

He starts laughing yet again, giving her a nod as a goodbye, unable to put it into words.

He is still giggling when she starts to walk away, heading back to carry on with her duties, but he’s somehow able to half scream a final answer so that she can overhear it through all the noise coming from the main deck.

“Well, let’s hope my survival instinct kicks in if that ever happens.”

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Yaaaaaay~~ Wrote some of this half drunk after a christmas dinner so I apologize if something doesn't make sense. I'm so excited and terrified to write the next one (not to give away too much but the premise is: Traynor, Vega and Kaidan in the same room... With her complaining bout the fact that she has a major crash and doesn't know how to tell her) As I told you... This one is going to be fun. Okay then, thanks for all (and for reading this XDDD) see you on the next one!! ~~tea

#mass effect #commander shepard #kaidan alenko #shenko #shepard x kaidan #fshenko #mass effect 3 #femshep x kaidan #fanfic

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xelsjournal · 2 years ago

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Dec 16, 2022 - 12:45 am

making plans for my social media stuff at the end of the year. or rather i made the plans yesterday and i just started executing them. writing and scheduling posts for the coming days. one of them is a spotify playlist series for the zodiac calendar of 2022 which is one of my fav hobbies. glad im getting to share it with people this way too. imma do those and then post a photo dump the last 12 days of the year on insta as a little jump start to my rekindled sm presence over there. im playing cut me x moses sumney rn off the capricorn playlist and fanny (my dog) is absolutely inconsolable from the noise lmao. im petting her as we speak. typing is a slow going process. actually i lied im typing kinda fast for alladat. i think i predominantly type with this hand anyways and my other just chips in every once in while for keys that are far away from this one lol. interesting. oooh must be x lou phelps just started. a banger.

anyway im just going with the flow (by nubiyan twist) rn. i started journalling cuz i thought i had something to say but that seemed to slip away. whatever. im proud of myself for like. taking actionable steps on the things i wanna do. like ive actually been learning guitar and actually been writing and posting. i like it! (by debarge). altho i sleep SOOO late into the day. i have many thoughts on jet lag from southern california straight to the northeast coast as the clock was setting back. i lost 3 hours in one day and then every day since like 20 mins of sunlight at the start and end of the day sksksk i was set up for failure re: early mornings. it lasted like a week waking up at 6. now im lucky if im up by 12. tragically dependent on vitamin d supplements.

but what i can say is i rlly do think im past the long sorrowful bouts of depression i used to get whenever i came home. cheers to healing!! now my depressive episodes look drastically different and they are few and far between. when they do come about its no where NEAR the like “i wanna die and i and everyone else hates me” energy i used to be in. the drowning in detestation sensation. the wallowing in wintery whimpering worry. i distinctly remember the moment when i first recognized that those sensations were a thing of the past (shortly after i left college and toxic environments feeding off my sorrow) and the excitement at the prospect of like… actually being able to plan a life and future without having to accommodate potential months longs off periods. and here i am!! living that out!! planning for my future! taking steps for it! learning my cues, taking rest as i need, practicing compassion with myself, and doing the damn thing!! super proud of me 🥹

closing it out on tune x emmavie

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idk3453 · 2 years ago

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Mafia

Chapter 6: Dirty, Dirty Feeling

Hey Guys, Hope you are enjoying the series so far! Thus promised, here's chapter 6. And get ready, it's a little spicy ;) For this chapter the second half will be of Elvis POV and the first half is yours.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

TW: Strong language, Kidnapping, Sexual Moments

Synopsis: Elvis Presley, notorious mafia leader of Memphis, Tennessee has the town on their feet. Fear, power, money and women surround him and his Memphis mafia. But what happens when one day you stumble into his world? And he makes you fall in love with him?

We using the same image because why not!

Y/N POV

“This is your punishment, are you ready?” he said with a smirk

Fear began to take over my body, trying to move away from the man, the bar and cuff trapping my legs kept expanding and restrained me from doing anything.

Whimpering, I looked helplessly at the man in front of me.

“Now, imma need you to hold still for me.”

Closing my eyes I braced myself for what was to come next. I felt an impact on my right leg, warm and wet.

I slowly opened one eye and saw the man leaving kisses on my legs.

“Hey Stop that,” I said.

He slowly made his way closer to my inner thighs. Closing my eyes at the delight.

“S.t….oooppp” I moaned. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction that his lips being close to my core made me feel all sorts of turned on. No, I didn't want him to know that I wanted more.

Looking down, I saw the man looking up at me with those blue orbs of his. Smirking, he continued his attack on my right inner thigh.

Throwing my head back, the bubble started to form. I kept yanking at my handcuffs begging for a release.

I felt a bite on my right thigh, causing me to yelp.

“You look so heavenly like this baby” the man said as he now continued his attack on my left thigh.

“Ohhh myyy godd” I moaned louder. I couldn't help it. His lips on my thighs, his kisses, my core was aching to be touched.

“Pleass…ee” I whispered.

Looking up at my reaction, the man took the initiative to go further up.

“Ahhh” I moaned, arching my back at the impact.

Just as I was about to release my panties, the man pulled away satisfied at his work that he had done to my legs.

“Well, that was your punishment,” he said, smirking at how I look.

I was a disheveled mess, I was breathing heavily, and sweat was forming on my forehead.

The man removes the cuffs from my legs, I can finally move them but after what occurred, I just let them slide down the bed. Soon, he begins to uncuff my hands. And with a plop they land on the pillow.

Sighing I look up at the man, soon he sits next to me, and begins to caress my face. I was too shaken to even say or do anything. He plants a kiss on my forehead and says “when your done come down for breakfast baby”

And with that the man gets up and heads towards the padded doors.

Witha croak I said “Wait, who are you?”

The man turns around and flashes a smile and says “baby, Im Elvis, Elvis Presley” and with that Elvis shuts the door and leaves me in a state of confusion and fear once more.

I must have been laying on Elvis' bed for at least 20 min, trying to gather my thoughts and process them. I was in a state of denial. “Elvis, THE Elvis Presley, was my kidnapper.” “the notorious mafia leader”

I just couldn't process the revelation that occurred.

Hearing a growl coming from my stomach, I realized that it was time to eat. Groaning, I stood up and made my way towards the padded doors, opening them I saw that the house was massive,

A giant staircase with such details, a long hallway filled with different rooms. And each wall was adorned with portraits and paintings. Hearing noises coming from downstairs I made my way towards the stairs and noticed a mirror on my right.

Gasping at the sight of my hair, I combed through it with my fingers. Making sure that my hair looked somewhat pleasant I slowly made my way towards the noise.

“And then I said, where's my money!” Said one of the men.

Making my way inside the laughter and the banter came to a halt and I was meant with eyes on me.

Elvis POV:

“This is your punishment, are you ready?” I said with a smirk

I noticed Y/N begin to move away from me, failing to realize the more she moves the more the bar expands opening her legs for me.

I made my way towards her, stationing myself between her legs.

“Now, imma need you to hold still for me.” I said.

I saw Y/N closing her eyes, preparing for what her punishment was to come. “Ohh, baby it's not one of those punishments” I said to myself.

Smirking as I made my way towards her legs, I began to place kisses on her right leg first, making sure to give enough attention to it.

“Hey Stop that,” she said.

Ignoring her plea, I slowly made my way towards her inner thigh. Leaving strides and kisses. I continued to kiss and suck on her inner thighs.

“S.t….oooppp” she continued but much to her dismay it was moaned out.

Lord just imagining what her moaning my name would sound like once I plunge myself deep into her core. Her moan sent vibrations to my body. Soon Elvis soon, I reminded myself.

Y/N continued to moan and breath heavily, soon she began to tug on her handcuffs.

So, I bit her left inner thigh causing her to yelp in pleasure.

“You look so heavenly like this baby,” I said. Which was true, I wanted to have y/n every waking minute, I want her in every position, to the point where she can't walk because of how good I make her feel.

y/ns moans and pleas filled the room, making me feel hot and bothered. I began inching my way closer to her core. The heat that radiated from it, I'd rather be buried in between her legs, eating and pleasuring my baby. But right now it's punishment.

Just as I began to notice, y/n became wetter, her body already losing control. Smirking, I remove myself from this position.

“Well, that was your punishment,” I said, seeing how hot and bothered she was. Slowly I made my way towards removing the bar and cuffs on her legs, seeing them slide down the bed and then making my way towards the headboard to remove the handcuffs.

y/n was breathing sporadically, looking up at the ceiling.

I placed my hand on her cheek caressing her, she didn't even protest, she was too busy thinking about what had transpired a few minutes ago. Lowering my head I planted a kiss on her forehead. ‘

“when your done come down for breakfast baby”

And with that I got up and made my way to the padded doors. Not before I heard y/n say,

“Wait, who are you?”

I turned around and flashed a smile “Baby, Im Elvis, Elvis Presley” and with that I closed the door to my room and made my way towards the kitchen.

. “Boss” yelled my Mafia.

Chuckling I said, “I know I'm here. Jerry any updates you have for me”

“No, E just that Red finally woke up and we kicked him out like it was planned”

Said Jerry taking a swig at his coffee.

“Good, that bastard had it coming after what he did”

I noticed Sonny, from the corner of my eye, not being his usual self, probably because I kicked his cousin out. Serves him right. I value loyalty more than anything and this mafia is about loyalty. You crossed me and you're done!

Taking a sip of my coffee, I heard Larry, another one of my members talking about what he did to a member who owes us money “And then I said, where's my money!”

Laughter filled the room and I chuckled knowing how Larry gets when things do go smoothly. Then all of a sudden silence consumed the air. I look up to see my baby finally making her presence known.

Smirking, I got up from my chair and made my way towards my girl.

“Gang, I wanna introduce someone to you, meet my girl y/n” I said, grabbing her waist and pulling her towards me.

All eyes were on her. Lamar was the first to break silence and said “EP, if she's your girl then why not plant a kiss on her”

Giving Lamar a knowing look, I looked down at y/n her y/e/c were widened by the sudden remark.

“Fine, I'll show you” and with that I spun her around, and planted a deep kiss on her. Hollers and claps erupted in the room.

Her lips were soft on mine, I wanted more. Breaking the kiss away I slowly opened my eyes and noticed y/n feel her lips. Smirking, I knew she was gonna think of me.and then soon she will begin to love me, just like I love her.

“Alright, Alright you made your point” Said Lamar, “now E, is she also the girl we heard moaning upstairs because those marks say something”.....

Lamar, Lamar what is gonna happen next! What do yall think? How did we like out spicy time ;) dont worry there will be more SMUT soon

Again thank you to the besties @natipooxx @plasticfantasticl0ver @erutluve Love yall so much!

If both chapters do good both 5-6 chapter 7 drops tonight! if not itll drop tomorrow!

#elvis fic #elvisaaronpresley #elvis fanfic #elvis fans #elvis presley #elvis x you #elvis x y/n #elvis x reader #elvis smut #elvis 2022 #memphis mafia #mafia fic #mafia romance

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elysianslove · 4 years ago

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PT 3 OF SUNA'S VIRGIN BOYFRIEND

been putting this one off cause i never get male!reader asks and this is one of my favorite “series” i’ve written but ,,, here it finally is 😁☝🏼 writing this in third person was,,, so difficult because the only way i could refer to suna’s bf is “boyfriend” “lover” and using pronouns but i didn’t wanna write second person cause it didn’t have that ,,, flare. anyways imma shut up i hope you all enjoy this!! <3

warnings; virginity loss, anal fingering, anal sex, it’s pretty vanilla actually lol

to be completely fair, suna should have expected it. after months of fooling around and teetering on the edge, never fully crossing that boundary but getting awfully close to, suna should have seen it coming. but just like every other time, he’s caught off guard, eyes widening and mouth parting slightly, his breath caught in his lungs.

it’s in the middle of a very heated make out session that he asks him. he’s seated on suna’s lap, thighs spread and knees planted on the bed beneath them. his mouth presses harshly against suna’s, hands locked and tangled in his hair, twisting and pulling. suna’s breath-taken over just how much more confident the boy on his lap seems, how initiative falls more often in his hands, how tentativeness and carefulness gets thrown to the side so easily now, and he’s reminded again that he should have expected it.

but he really, really couldn’t have anticipated the breathless way his boyfriend had gasped out, after leaning back to stare down at suna through careful eyes, “can we have sex?”

suna’s brows furrow, and his hands squeeze at his lover’s waist. “i mean— sure?” he says, confusion laced in his voice. “you never really— ask?” his boyfriend sighs slightly, slumping his hold. in response, suna shifts, spreading his legs wider to sit up straighter, eyes locked on his.

“no,” he sighs, and suna’s frown deepens. the hands in his hair fall, coming to rest lightly on his shoulders, and it’s then he realizes that his boyfriend’s shaking. it’s barely noticeable, but suna’s able to tell, especially with the way his eyes seem to try to, at all costs, avoid his. “i mean sex sex. i—” his hands squeeze at suna’s shoulders, and he swallows thickly, before finally steeling himself, building up the courage to look directly at suna as he confesses, “i want you to fuck me.”

suna honest to god feels all the blood leave his head and go straight to his dick.

his hands on his waist tighten, gripping rougher, more in a way to ground himself than anything, before suna mutters out, “you want me— inside of you?” he’s asking as if to make sure he heard him right, as if to properly process what he’d just heard. his boyfriend nods in confirmation, and suna finally breathes. “are you—”

“i’m sure,” he interrupts, all too quickly, enough to elicit a sheepish, teasing smile on suna’s lips. “please just— i trust no one but you. i trust no one more than you, and there’s nobody i can imagine doing this with.”

“you’ve thought about this?” suna asks, and his boyfriend rolls his eyes, ease crawling back onto his skin, nervous energy dissipating.

“of course i’ve thought about this, rin,” he replies, and he figures it’s the end of that, no more prodding and prying, but he’s on back before he can blink, suna hovering above him, much closer than he ever was. his hands are on either side of him, the muscles on his arms bulging as he keeps himself up, an unfamiliar glint in his eyes.

“tell me,” he says, and the boy beneath him shivers. “tell me what you think about.” his tongue ties, and he stammers, while suna’s fingers find their way to the hem of his shirt, tickling the tiny strip of skin revealed, daring to inch upwards. “come on; tell me.”

the moment suna’s hand finally presses flat against his stomach right beneath his shirt, he sighs, eyes fluttering shut as his lover above him leans over to press a kiss to his jaw. “i think about you, and— your hands.”

suna hums, his mouth littering wet kisses down to his neck. “hmm, my hands?”

his boyfriend nods, dizzyingly quick, and continues, “your fingers too.” suna hums again, in encouragement, his hand trailing further up and his mouth trailing down lower. “so long and thick— want you to— to fuck me with them. want them deep inside me. stretching me open for— ugh—” swallowing a low fuck, suna instead grins as he sucks hotly where his boyfriend had been so responsive. “—for you.”

it’s all he needs, and a second later, suna’s sitting up, his hand leaving the warmth of his boyfriend’s tummy as he leans back, reaching for the back of the neck of his shirt, gripping and lifting it over his head. at the first sight of skin, his boyfriend inhales sharply, and it’s almost like the very first time they’d even dared to be close to one another. it’s not the first he’s seen of suna, and it definitely won’t be the last— at least suna hopes — but there’s something about tonight that makes this a thousand times more intimate. maybe it’s the knowledge of what it will all lead to, or the fact that this is what his lover wants it to lead to, that’s making everything as overwhelming as it is, especially for suna.

urgently, his boyfriend strips himself of his own shirt, mirroring suna as they both slip out of their trousers and, timidly, following suit after suna removes his briefs. they’re both barely hard yet, but suna can feel the lust and want thrumming loudly in his veins.

“baby,” suna sighs, falling forward to lean over his lover again. his boyfriend hums, nodding slowly as suna’s palm trails up to cup his cheek endearingly, a thumb brushing lightly at the skin. “are you sure you want to do this?”

“rin—“ he starts to whine, but suna’s quick to cut him off.

“no, i’m serious. this isn’t something you can decide in the heat of the moment,” he warns, his eyes sharp yet as soft as ever, trying his best to convey what he means to say. “i don’t want you to end up regretting it later, that you could’ve waited longer— and i don’t mind waiting. i don’t mind waiting forever for you.”

his boyfriend sighs, a small smile painting his lips as his hand wraps around suna’s wrist, the same wrist attached to the hand cupping his face. “i’ve never been more sure about anything,” he promises, adding, “and i was serious when i said i’ve thought about this before. none of those other times felt right, but now... i’m ready, i promise.”

suna decides he’s never been good with words, and kisses him instead. his lips meet his halfway as his lover lifts up to meet him, and it’s the most sensual kiss they’ve shared. it’s a million times more electric, a thousand times more passionate, and it’s as if everything they’ve ever felt and are feeling for one another is being poured into this one kiss. suna kisses him soft and slow, taking his time, because for once, they’re in no rush. for once, it really does feel like the world is stopping for them, almost as if in respect. he thanks the universe and kisses him harder.

there’s blind fumbling in the drawers as suna reaches over, unprepared to break the kiss in any way while he searches for what he needs. unsurprisingly, he can’t find shit without his eyes, and breaks the kiss with an annoyed huff and groan.

his boyfriend laughs lightly at him, to suna’s dismay, as he grabs at the necessary items, tossing onto the bed a bottle of lube and a condom. when he uncaps the bottle, suna starts, “just so you know,” he squeezes a generous amount onto his fingers, “you can back out any time you want.” he leans back, further away from his boyfriend, and presses his hand to his thigh, pushing at his legs to spread them. “i mean, any time.”

the nod suna receives is strained, and his boyfriend’s thighs tense, his half hard cock lightly twitching as suna’s hand trails lower.

“this is okay?”

he nods again.

“i need to hear you, baby.” to reinforce his statement, suna’s hand freezes where it is, awfully close to his boyfriend’s dick.

his boyfriend nods again, mewling out a small, “yes, please, touch me,” that finally urges suna’s lube covered hand to press right where he needs him to, his other hand gripping at his inner thigh and keeping his legs open wide.

testing the waters, suna’s fingers lightly circle his hole, massaging gently to cop a feel of how his boyfriend would recreate. when he sees the way his breath hitches, the way his hips twitch lightly and threaten to raise, he finally, finally, presses his pointer finger inside, taking it as slow as ever. the wet lube eases the slide, his boyfriend’s hole sucking him in hotly. suna leans heavier on the hand on his boyfriend’s thigh, trying his best to steel himself and not take him right then and there.

god he could already feel his dick hardening.

he starts to lightly finger him, not yet curling his finger or anything of the sort, simply trying to stretch him a little and get him used to the feel. “you’ll tell me if i need to stop?” suna asks, and he feels him clench down around him.

“don’t stop, please,” his boyfriend begs. in response, suna simply chuckles.

he spends a generous amount of minutes stretching him, adding a second finger to loosen him up more, squeezing out more lube when necessary, curling his fingers to heighten the experience. so far, his personal self control is impressing him, especially with how cute his boyfriend looks beneath him, cock hard and leaking, thighs and muscles twitching, mouth parted a little dumbly. he couldn’t wait to sink into him.

although it feels like hours are passing, suna doesn’t slack off. he presses a third finger into his boyfriend’s hole and watches his wide, blown eyes as he arches deeply, head tossed back and hips pressing into the mattress, as if to urge suna’s fingers deeper inside of him.

suna can really never get enough of his reactions.

“rin, rin please,” he whines, hands grasping tightly at the pillow his head lays on. he thrashes beneath suna as suna curls his fingers again, pressing tightly against his prostrate, his other hand squeezing at his tense balls. “rin, i beg you, give me your cock, please.”

“never deemed you a desperate guy, my love,” he teases, but his own cheeks are flushed and he’s sweating a little, his cock fully hard and brushing against his stomach with every harsh movement of his arm as he fucks his fingers faster into him.

“rintarō,” his boyfriend gasps. “wanna cum with you inside of me.”

unsurprisingly, suna’s sold.

he twists and scissors his fingers for good measure, trying to ensure that his boyfriend’s properly stretched out, but in his lust induced haze, he can only pray he is. he’s quick to grab at his own dick, fisting and squeezing at it tightly, while his boyfriend manages to sit up, reaching for the discarded condom and unwrapping it.

“put it on me?” suna offers, leaning back and taking his hand off his dick, despite how much it hurt to.

his boyfriend’s trembling frame attempts to sit up straighter, and his eyes meet suna’s. “okay,” he stutters out, leaning closer and lower. his hands shake as he presses the condom against the tip of suna’s cock, before slowly sliding it down, all along his shaft. soon as it’s on, he breathes out, a little shakily.

of course, suna notices, as he always does, and urges him to look up with a gentle nudge at his chin. “everything okay?” he softly asks.

suna’s never been good with words, he repeats to himself, but he knows his eyes have always been a dead giveaway, if only one were to properly look. and he can trust his boyfriend to look. proving suna right, as soon as he reads through him, his boyfriend smiles, and grabs at suna’s forearms.

“everything’s perfect,” he replies, and falls back onto the bed, taking suna with him.

throughout the length of their relationship, suna’s taken many of his boyfriend’s firsts. he’s watched him become who he is today, watched him grow in confidence, especially sexually, and every single time had been more satisfying than the one before. this, however, is unlike anything else. this feels a thousand times more satisfying than anything he had ever, ever done with him. the amount of trust he’s placing onto suna, the amount of want and desire and need that’s within him to let him kiss all over his body and to let him sink fully inside of him, to take away something as special and as important as his virginity.

suna can’t fathom, can’t comprehend, the fact that someone trusts him this much. and that that someone isn’t just anybody.

“fuck,” he breathes out, finally bottomed out. his hips press against his boyfriend’s, his hands fisting the pillow beneath him. “fuck, you feel so good,” he praises, and in response, his boyfriend moans and sighs delightfully.

“you— you feel so good too,” he admits, hands fumbling. “feel so full with you— with you inside of me.”

“yeah?” suna encourages.

“mhhmm.” he nods, brows furrowed deeply.

and when suna grinds his hips, somehow pushing himself even deeper, the boy beneath him cries out, back arching, just the way he wanted him to. he rolls his hips again, leaning closer and closer until their chests are pressed flush against one another, until he can feel his boyfriend’s cock, painfully hard, twitching between them, before he presses his lips against his.

against his mouth, his boyfriend gasps, breathing him in. his legs lift to wrap around suna’s waist as his hole stretches and twitches to accommodate suna’s cock. “rin,” he starts, but he doesn’t know what he’s leading to. suna’s name is the only thing that feels right to say.

suna doesn’t believe in fate, neither does he believe in coincidence. but maybe, maybe, just this once, he’ll believe in the universe, for it’s decision to find him this boy is one he’s forever grateful for.

“i love you,” suna finally says, and doesn’t give him a chance to respond before he’s pulling out, and pressing back in suddenly, leaving all but a gasp on his lover’s lips.

EXTRA SCENE:

“you loveeee me?”

their bodies are a mess of sweat and cum, evidence of the multiple rounds of love-making— much to suna’s chagrin, that really was love-making, so really, maybe suna was a virgin too in a sense—

“shut up.”

his boyfriend laughs, gleefully, and suna genuinely can’t hide the smile it paints on his lips. “yeah but why did you admit it mid sex, rin? like some coming of age movie?”

suna rolls his eyes, still smiling unfortunately, and shifts on the bed, rolling over onto to his side to have his back facing his boyfriend instead. unsurprisingly, sticky arms make their way around him, and a wet pair of lips press against the back of his neck as legs tangle with his. against all odds, he sighs, relaxing and leaning into the touch behind him.

his boyfriend kisses his shoulder, and then mutters right by his ear, “i love you too, by the way. if you hadn’t already figured,” and suna’s heart jumps right into his throat.

this was so longggg but i really really hope you guys like it, because it took me an embarrassingly long time <//3 and also because i’m proud of it. and also because i just wanna make you guys happy :) anyways luv u all hope you have amazing days ahead of you mwah <3

#suna smut #haikyuu smut #suna x reader #suna x male reader #suna x male reader smut #haikyuu x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarou smut #sal's thirst tag <3

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tendousthoughts · 4 years ago

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HQ Boys Calling Their S/O Clingy Pt. 1

Character(s) included: Iwaizumi and Ushijima

Warnings: slight cursing

A/N: so imma try to make this look really pretty and shit. But if you want a pt 2 just put it in my ask box + what characters you want next! So I don’t know what to call this format thingy but anything with the line next to it (like now) is what happened the day before (when they called their s/o clingy) and everything not in that day won’t be! I also just ate like five airhead lmao. Well enjoy! Reblogs & follows are greatly appreciated! My ask box is always open to request, and if you wanna talk or just wanna say something! Please don’t laugh at my grammatical or spelling errors, I’m sorry!

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Iwaizumi

When he came home all you wanted to do was hug him. It had been almost a week since he had gotten his new job. He was stressed all the time and never had time for you two alone. So what if you want just hug him for a bit.. you deserve that much right just that much of his time? So he walked in, and your eyes lit up... he was one of the few people you felt safe around. You ran up to him with a big smile and that goofy lovable personality of yours.

“Dinner is ready and then we can cuddle and maybe watch a movie. I have it all planned out!” You smile laughing a bit just imagining how fun it will be. He doesn’t look so amused though.

“I ate already and I am going to bed, y/n.” He didn’t even give you a second to process what he had said instead he just walked away. You follow him to the room you share smiling.

“Oh okay! We can just cuddle then!” You smile a bit and hop onto the bed next to him. Wrapping your arms tightly around him, not too tight, just perfect, you smile. Till you are shoved off. He looked at you with pure annoyance.

“Y/n, can you stop being so fucking clingy. You never stop trying to touch me,” He screamed and you just sat there with tears. God damnit. He was right, wasn’t he? You never gave him space. He turned his back and you turned away too. The tears silently fell.

The morning came faster than it should have. By the time he was awake you were out of the room. He got up and walked out and entered the kitchen.

“Morning y/n, I have the day off so we can do anything you want,” he smiled as he walked in, yet you weren’t there. He searched the whole house and you weren’t there. An hour passed and you walked in.

“Uh hey y/n.. where’d you go? I mean like you weren’t there when I woke up, love?” He smiled and you just gave a soft smile.

“Oh.. um I just went for a random drive for some coffee and drove nowhere for like twenty minutes,” you lied. You love doing that but to be honest you were talking to Oikawa for a bit and ranting to him.

“Oh um.. I have the day off if you just wanna hang out? Maybe go for dinner or something?” He smiles hopefully.

“Uh sure..” you sat far from him on the couch as the movie started. He looked at you and you tried not to pay attention.

“Uh do you need something?” You turn towards him.

“Oh um.. no, never mind,” he looks back at the tv confused. He wanted to cuddle yet was too embarrassed to say so.

Thirty minutes passed by and you were quite distant. “Um do you wanna cuddle or something..?” He smiles hopefully.

“I’m good thanks for asking,” you remain glaring at the tv.

“Um y/n is everything okay.. you’ve been really distant and I know you went to Oikawa’s place yet you told me otherwise..” he looks at you.

You freeze looking at him again, you look like a deer in headlights. Frozen and shocked. You say the first thing that comes to mind which is extremely dumb. “Uh I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You helplessly smile.

He looks at you, shocked. You were a terrible liar yet you still tried to, “why are you lying? I know you were there just tell me.”

“Last night I was thinking that you are right. I am too clingy and I need to give you some space,” you keep your on him “This morning you weren’t up and I just felt like talking so I decided to head out and not bug you.” Your voice breaks as tears roll down your cheeks. Wiping them away quickly hoping he doesn’t notice but it is already too late.

“Y/n... I didn’t mean it,” he feels like absolute shit right now and he doesn’t know what to do. “I..I like how you cling to me and how you just act like yourself. I..I love the sound of your voice so you can always talk to me. I didn’t mean for me to come off so rude to you and hurt you... you mean everything to me. I am so sorry y/n for making you so fucking uncomfortable. This is your house too and I shouldn’t do that to you...” he whispers holding your hands in his as he pulls you closer. Lifting you to his lap.

You try to climb off but his grip just gets tighter in a protective way.

“I’m sorry y/n... I didn’t mean any of that. I will make more room for us to hang out...” He smiles a bit wrapping his arms around your waist. “I love you so much..”

“I..I love you too,” you make out in between heavy deep breaths

Ushijima

You tried to call him multiple times, it was extremely late and you were worried. He normally would text you if he was going to practice a bit longer or he was going to head to dinner with his team. Knowing how worried you get and not wanting you to make him a whole meal when he is full. Yet he never picked up it was probably twelve thirty when he walked in.

He tried to walk in silently but soon found you awake in bed. You smile a bit getting up and giving him a hug. “Hey baby..” you mumble with your sleepy voice “where were you? I was worried sick,” you didn’t sound mad, just concerned.

He slightly shoved you off making his way to his dresser to change. “Out.” He grumbled a bit.

“Are you hungry? I made dinner..” you smile slightly making your way closer to him.

“Can you just leave me alone? I don’t need you to be so god damn clingy! You’re not my mom and I am a grown ass adult. I don’t need you to stay up wondering where I was!” He took a deep breath calming down. You slowly backed down and just laid at your side of the bed closing your eyes. Slightly thinking about all the “problems” you have.

Morning came and when Ushijima woke up he was later than usual needing to rush a couple of things. You were on the couch, as he came in he looked for something to eat. “Y/n, do you know if there is anything I can eat?” He called out.

“I don’t know you can look, can’t you?” You look up from your computer for a split second before returning to gaze at your computer.

“Uh.. ya. Well bye!” He grabbed a banana and grabbed his stuff. Rushing out the door unsure what had possibly made you so harsh that morning. Forgetting everything he had said the night before.

When he came home it was early and you were already eating while using your phone. “I’m home!” He called.

You just smiled and returned eating. Your eyes locked on back onto your phone. Typing for a second.

“Who are you texting babe?” He smiled as he walked in.

“No one” you put your phone down. The sound of a text came up but you just ignored it walking to put your dishes away and then grabbing your phone to go back to your room.

“Uh.. y/n? You wanna hang out for a bit?” You turn and just shake your head.

“No I’m good thanks though.” You mumble before walking away. Him following close after.

“Are you okay..?” He mumbles as he joins you in bed.

“Ya. I’m fine,” you mumble as you plot your headphones in listening to some music.

He taps your shoulder and you take out one of your earbuds. “What’s going on.. what did I do?” He mumbled.

“I mean I am not your mother so I don’t understand why you need me to hang out with you and be your best friend. I mean I am just too clingy aren’t I?” You burst out.

“What?” He looks at you for a moment remembering the night before. “Wait y/n.. I didn’t me-”

“I don’t care if you didn’t mean it! You made me feel like absolute shit!” You look at him before getting up and heading to the spare room. “You can leave and go out. I don’t give a fuck just leave me alone for a bit.”

He goes to check on you two hours later. When he walks in he finds you crying. “Y/n, can we talk?” He whispered softly in his calming voice.

You look up wiping your tears. “I guess.”

“May I sit on the bed or would you like some space..?” He really didn’t want to make you feel worse then you probably already did.

“I don’t care do what you want,” it wasn’t like you to be so snappy. But you just wanted to get it out of your system. He sat down next to you and slowly reached out his arms. You slowly entered his embrace as he held you tight whispering sweet nothingness into your ear. His words are full of praise and truth.

“I am so sorry I made you feel like that. I should have texted you back. I know that you were just worried,” he rubbed your back slowly, making soft circles. “I don’t find you clingy.. and I like when you take care of me. You mean the world to me and I am sorry I made you think otherwise..”

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petersnya · 4 years ago

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SOMETIMES PT.2

---NOT MY PIC--- PETER PARKER X FEM!READER

Warnings: SMUT, Fluff, Angst?? Idk lol

Word count:2145

COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THE STORY AND WANT ME TO CONTINUE! SHOULD I START WRITING FROM PETER OR Y/N’S POV?

[A/N]Heyyy! Soooo this is part of this series (I’ll link part one). Hope you guys enjoy it! PLEASE COMMENT AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK AND IF YOU WANT YOU CAN SEND ME MESSAGES AND ASK QUESTIONS I'LL ANSWER LOL. Anyway, I had fun writing this chapter so I hope you like it! -J.T.S xxx

PART ONE

During physics class, Peter was working on an upcoming project with Ned, but he spent most of his time sleeping. He was basically sleep deprived from patrolling the town and stopping crimes.

“Late night huh Pete?” Ned asked, nudging Peter's arm that was supporting his head in the palms of his hands as his eyes got heavy, starting to close.

“Yeah, had to stop some petty theft last night,” he began, a yawn interrupting him, “took longer than I thought.”

The bell rang, dismissing the students to their after-school activities, if you had none you would just go home. Peter and Ned gathered their things and headed to the school’s front doors- MJ catching up with them how she usually did.

“Man, you look terrible,” MJ said with a slight chuckle.

“Wow, thanks. You're such a great friend.” Peter retorted sarcastically. Ned wasn’t riding the bus home today, he had to go with his mom for something he refused to share with anyone but Peter; so Peter just decided to ask MJ to walk home with her.

“Sorry Parker, Y/N is picking me up today. You’re welcome to ride with us if you want though.”

Peter didn’t respond for a while, debating if it was worth the anxiety attack of being around her. Y/N was the only thing that was on his mind now. His attraction grew even more when she wore those glasses. He zoned out for a while till MJ snapped her fingers in front of his face. Blinking rapidly, his vision focused on MJ who was now reaching out to grab the handle of a car door. Y/N’s car. His breath hitched in his throat once he saw Y/N wearing those same glasses from last Friday, her hair in the messiest high-ponytail he had ever seen- but it was cute to him.

“Ya coming lover-boy?” Y/N said, looking Peter right in his wide brown eyes. He blushed at the nickname before answering.

“Yeah… I’m coming.”

The three teens got into the car and started on their way. “Hey losers, wanna go shopping?”

“Y/N you only wanna go to the mall to eat,” MJ said to Y/N who was now laughing loudly, throwing her head back in agreement with her. Suddenly, in the middle of her laugh, she let out a loud snort. The car went silent as Y/N covered her mouth with her hand. MJ and Y/N burst into laughter, Peter soon joining. They all joked and sang to the songs that played on the radio all the way to the mall.

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“Dude!”

“Jeez Y/N, you scared me! What is it?” MJ said to her, clutching her chest from being startled. They all had gone to the food court and were now just walking around the mall and into random stores.

“There's a Build-A-Bear Workshop here!” she exclaimed excitedly, pointing at it like a child. Peter couldn't help but smile at how adorable she looked freaking out over a child’s store.

“Let's go in,” Peter said to the two of them. Y/N looked at him wide-eyed with a goofy smile on her face. Her eyes looked like they twinkled with excitement. She shoved her drink into MJ’s hand, fixed her glasses, then grabbed Peter’s hand while running into the store.

“Oooohh, I should get an H.P-themed bear!” Before Peter could even answer, Y/N dragged him to one of the workers, asking if she could get a custom bear. They went over to the station and started to build.

As Y/N was finishing up the bear, she turned to Peter, “Ok, I have a very serious question. What accessories should I get?” they were standing in the Harry Potter section, looking over all of the things they had to decorate the bear. Peter shrugged, but then, he had a great idea, “I-I think you should get the uh, the glasses. The ones like your dads…” he said in an unsure tone. Y/N looked at him with a soft smile on her face. She couldn’t help herself, she had no idea what came over her as she pulled Peter into a tight embrace. Peter hesitated before putting his arms around her waist- her arms draped over his neck.

At that moment, Y/N inhaled Peters sent heavily. She felt so… safe in his arms. Like nothing bad could touch her. She never wanted to break away- MJ’s voice brought them back to reality.

“You guys done, I need to get new converse,” she said with a smirk plastered across her face. Y/N quickly pulled away from Peter, a million thoughts running through her mind, but only one seemed to overpower the rest.

I would be in his arms forever if I could.

“Ma’am, would you like to add a voice to your bear?” the lady said to Y/N, causing her thoughts to disappear.

“Actually,” Y/N paused looking at Peter and MJ, “yes, I would.” She grabbed the recorder from the worker’s hand and sent her a small smile. She looked at the curly-headed girl and the brown-eyed boy was on either side of her. She explained her plan, “Ok, I want all three of us to say ‘Mischief Managed’, ok?”

“What does that mean?” Peter questioned, looking at the two girls. They both sent him a deadly stare. “Nevermind,” he mumbled.

“Ok, on three, one… two… three…”

“Mischief Managed!” the trio yelled, causing some customers in the store to turn their heads and stare at them. They all mumbled small sorry’s as they laughed.

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“Ok, Peter what's one thing you hate?” MJ asked, turning to face him. They were all sitting in the car at a drive-in movie. Peter was now in the front seat while MJ was in the back. They all decided to just talk because the movie was pretty boring to them.

“Uhh, I can't stand sleeping with socks on.”

“I don't think anyone can Parker,” Y/N said, laughing slightly.

“Well what about you then?” he asked her, turning his full attention as he anticipated her answer.

“Easy, liars. Ugh, I hate liars! What’s the point? It’s not like I’m gonna judge you,” Y/N answered confidently. “See, that’s what I like about you, Parker. You are very honest,” she said with a genuine smile. Peter just loved her smile, the way it lit up her whole face.

“Welp imma go get some pizza from the stand back there,” MJ said as she got out of the car. Y/N and Peter sat there in silence for a moment- comfortable silence.

Y/N was the first to break the silence, as usual, “Hey, Pete. I just wanna thank you for the whole glasses thing last Friday. It really helped me realize that I should’ve worn the glasses the moment he gave them to me. It’s like I have a part of him with me now... And I love Harry Potter, obviously. Ya know, I took a quiz and found out what house I’m in! Can you believe that I’m in-“

“You’re welcome, Y/N” Peter interrupted her rambling, sending her a small smile. They stared into each other's eyes for a while, admiring one another. Peter got this warm feeling inside and had that same surge of energy he had when he first met her. Before even processing what he was about to do, he grabbed her hand without breaking eye contact. He fiddled with the ring she had on her thumb.

Y/N breath became shallow as her heart pounded at her chest.

“I’m in Slytherin,” she said randomly, looking down at how Peter’s hands played with hers. He let out a breathy chuckle. Their eyes met once again.

Y/N gathered all of her courage and quickly reached out her hand to grab Peter’s cheek, pulling him into her. Their lips were centimeters apart. She ran her thumb along Peter’s bottom lip, slightly parting it as she leaned in closer, catching his lips with hers. Their lips interlocked and it felt like heaven to the both of them.

They pulled apart from the soft kiss and slowly opened their eyes, starting again into each other's eyes searching for the words that weren’t said. Peter couldn’t contain himself anymore. His large hand grabbed the back of Y/N’s neck, pushing his lips into hers in a lust-filled kiss. Just like the one he had imagined.

This was the moment he had dreamt of and it was finally happening.

He ran his tongue over her bottom lip, begging for an entrance. She gave it to him without hesitation. His tongue slowly slipped into her mouth while her tongue ran into his.

Peter snaked his hands to her waist, lifting her from her seated position in the driver's seat. She complied and started to adjust to where she was sitting in his lap. His hands ran from her waist to her butt and gave it a tight squeeze.

Y/N let out a soft moan into Peter’s mouth. She slowly started to trail kisses down his neck as he massaged her thighs and ass.

Y/N hands got tangled in Peter’s brown curls. She began to suck on Peter’s neck, wanting to leave a mark. Peter let out a low groan at the sensation of her soft lips and wet tongue on his skin.

He lifted her head and connected their lips together once again. His veiny hand slipped between their body making its way down to her core.

Peter never did stuff like this, and neither did Y/N. all of this was new to them but their connection was so strong that they were willing to push the limits.

As Peter’s hand reached Y/N core, he placed two fingers right on top of where her clothed clit was. He began to draw circles against it. Y/N started to rock her hips over his fingers, yearning for more friction. She started to let out moans uncontrollably, whimpering at the euphoric feeling of his fingers pressed against her dripping core.

“Peter,” Y/N breathed out trying to catch her breath. Peter hummed in response while moving his lips down to kiss her neck.

Suddenly, Peter snapped out of the trance that he seemed to be in. This moment was the best moment of his life, but his damned mind couldn’t help re-play Y/N’s words on a lope: I hate liars. Why? Before they went to the movies and were still at the mall, Y/N had asked Peter about his Stark’s internship. And, of course, he couldn’t tell her the truth. So he just lied. Y/N looked so intrigued in the conversation but Peter couldn’t bear lying to her over and over again. He felt so guilty...

“Y/N,” Peter let out. “Y/N, we can’t do this.”

Y/N head snapped up, her glasses left crooked on her face. She looked stunned by his words. Her shoulders slumped as she started asking questions.

“What? Why? Am I not a good kisser? I’ve only kissed one person before but I don’t even really wanna count that. Does my breath smell bad? Ugh, I knew this was a bad idea- wait no! I didn’t mean it like that, I just knew you didn’t like me how I liked you… I’m so stupid.”

After Y/N was finished rambling, she put her face in her hands, trying to avoid eye contact with the chocolate-eyed boy.

Peter was speechless. He didn’t know what to say, because what he wanted to say was: no Y/N that’s not it at all. You are the most amazing girl I’ve ever met, I- I lied to you…

No. he couldn’t say that it would absolutely crush her and he couldn’t bear to hurt her. Peter put his hands on her waist, making Y/N jerk her body in shock. She let a small smile spread across her face, thinking Peter was going to hug her or make a cute gesture or even continue what they had started. He lifted Y/N and slid her back to the driver’s side.

Her smile dropped from her face and she pushed herself the rest of the way to the driver’s side. Peter sat there awkwardly, praying she wouldn’t say anything. It killed him to see the gloomy look on her face as she fixed her glasses.

“I’m back with pizza!” MJ announced as she made her way into the backseat. “Woah, hey, cuz what’s wrong?”

“We’re going home,” Y/N replied with a cold tone of voice. This shocked Peter and MJ. Y/N was usually so smiley, even after her dad passed. She always tried to find the light in every situation. But something was different with this. One thing Peter knew for sure,

I fucked up…

[A/N] HEY GUYSSSS SO I HOPE YOU LIKED PART TWO. SORRY, IT WAS UP A BIT LATE, IVE BEEN HAVING INTERNET PROBLEMS. ANYWAY, SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES (IM GONNA GO BACK AND FIX THOSE)

-J.T.S XXX

@love-granger

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