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cinnamonest · 4 years

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Daily Life - Yandere Childe, Zhongli, Xiao

A continuation of the earlier post about Kaeya and Diluc

Content Warnings: n/s/f//w mentions/themes/stuff (but not like, explicit detail), fem reader, normal yandere stuff

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Childe's a busy guy. He wakes you up every morning, usually pretty sweetly. He'll nuzzle up against your face, mumbling a "good morning" into your ear. He's sweet, but, you gotta get up when he tells you to. And you have to be the one to make food, he likes watching you walk around.

If he's gone, he is again one to give darling a surprising amount of freedom. He has the highest quality of security available and all, so he allows some roaming. That and, in a sorta terrifying thought, he's one hundred percent confident that even if you got away, he could find you, so he's not even too worried about escaping. He's so confident that you'll never truly escape him, which frankly is pretty intimidating for darling to realize. He'll get you things you like and stuff to do, stimulate your mind and all that, probably as time goes on will leave you chore lists and things you're required to do for him or else.

When he gets back, he's very tired usually, will expect you to make him food and be sweet and greet him at the door when he comes back, preferably on your knees. If you're not, he'll get irritated, especially if you're trying to hide. If you're just asleep or something, he might excuse it and find it cute. But he does a lot for you, you know, the least you can do is this one little thing. If he's had a particularly bad day, he'll be extra irritated, so it's wise to follow this command, and be ready to have all of his irritation taken out on you the moment he gets back. You're his favorite little stress ball to stuff and squeeze.

For days off, as I've said before he's one of the few that will willingly take you outside, and unlike Kaeya from the last routine post he's not in a bad mood about it either. He likes to show you off, likes walking in public holding hands or with his arm around you so that people can see, it gives him a sort of pride, and honestly he likes mimicking a "normal" relationship. But just know you're on a tight leash. Not literally of course... yet. He lays it out very clearly exactly how you are to behave when going outside, not speaking to others and not going out of his sight. Any attempts to make a scene, try to get a stranger to help etc will be dealt with fairly harshly. And don't think about pulling some covert, sneaky shit like trying to look at a stranger with the "help me" facial expression or trying to silently mouth something, slip a written message to a waitress etc -- he'll be watching you closely enough to pick up on any of that, and honestly that will set him off more than blatantly trying to make a scene. You will be immediately headed home to get an attitude adjustment since you can't behave.

Later on, he'll want you to accompany him to his work sometimes, on those days that whatever he has to do involved more sitting down than fighting - paperwork, important meetings, etc. He likes your presence, of course, you make the time pass more quickly. But really this is, more than anything, because he's an arrogant show-off. He'll give you something to fiddle with but will just sit you on his lap throughout the whole time, gently stroking your thigh or resting his head on your shoulder, making you wear embarrassingly revealing things and making sure everyone sees, be it the entire group in a wide meeting hall or some subordinate come to have a one-on-one talk, or even his superiors, thanking them for them letting him bring his pet to work. It even allows him to get in some good de-stressing during the middle of the day when no one else is around. Expect lots of bring-your-fucktoy-to-work days like that.

Of course, not every day is spent out, though. He also has days he'd rather just stay at home. These days are usually after a long period of difficult work and late nights, so he's exhausted. Expect lots of naps, just cuddles and an arm wrapped around your waist (with a solid iron grip, of course). May or may not progress to slow cuddlefucking, who knows (yes it always does). He gets all whiny and demanding because he's soooo tired, so he'll make you get on top after a few rounds.

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Honestly we all envy my Zhongli's darling already, but God he's the best to wake up to. He just softly kisses the side of your face, running his hands down your sides. He can't let you sleep in too much, it's bad for your health! You can probably beg for a few minutes extra. And God, is it the best to wake up to. He's already got someone (probably one of the other adepti, a person, who knows) to make you food, and it's never skimping out either, it's always tons of food and your favorite things, too. Within limits, of course, can't have you eating nothing but things that are bad for you. He's also one that will get you tons of things to do throughout the day, virtually anything you ask for, he'll pay for (well... someone will, but you'll think he did, at least). He actually might also give you a list of very simple tasks to do, just to give you some motivation, since even if you have a lot to do, having no tasks and only play can get depressing without the sense of accomplishment. But he's much more lenient on your completion of all of them.

He's always reluctant to leave and gives you a lot of headpats and kisses before finally heading out for the day, always taking time to contemplate whether or not he can just take the day off. During the day you'll stay in the confinements of your cage, be that an abode or a building somewhere, making sure you stand zero chance of ever getting out. If you force his hand (read: multiple escape attempts), he'll reluctantly have to limit your roaming abilities, but once you're confined to a smaller cage and have some privileges taken away, he's certain you'll be on your best behavior to get out again, and maybe be a little more grateful and understanding in the future. Once he gets back, it's generally a very nice time, he likes to lead a quiet life and will want to hear all about your day, what you did, see the progress on all those little projects you've been working on for art or music or whatever hobby you've taken up to pass the time. If he's had a bad day, he'll probably tell you about it, but you know, put it in terms simple enough for you to understand, since you wouldn't normally get such complicated matters.

On very very rare occasions, not nearly as often as Childe, he might take you to on his day with him, probably not during normal workdays, but for some kind of special day -- a large meeting, or the opposite, a day where he has nothing to do but slow paperwork alone in an office. The sunlight is good for you, and he'll bring stuff for you to do too. To be honest, it's not as obvious nor as obnoxiously vocal about it as Childe, but he also does enjoy having your presence in front of others, letting them see you. The things you'll have to wear aren't nearly as obscenely lewd as Childe's either, but they're not entirely wholesome either.

He really likes having off days. On those days, he'll probably want to take you somewhere, generally will do whatever you want to do. He's incredibly knowledgeable on everything in the area, and would probably also really like going out somewhere secluded in nature, rather than in the city, like a nice view from the nearby mountains or the like, and just spend a day there. It's nice, and far away from prying eyes that can't recognize your face off the missing person posters or witness the obscene things that may or may not take place up there.

Spending time home is always nice too, though, just quietly going about the day and doing whatever you want, although inevitably taking breaks for much-needed... displays of physical affection. And he tries so hard to be gentle, but he also has a lot of stress pent up that may just come out and result in being a bit rougher than usual, but he's always apologetic afterward, making sure you're alright. He's also pretty strict about the time you go to bed. Making sure you get enough sleep and all that.

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Xiao's poor, poor darling. You always wake up to him shaking you awake. He's impatient. Once he feels you've had enough sleep, he'll get you up like that. Don't try to get more sleep-in time, he's not very gracious on that, will simply huff and yank you up. Otherwise, the mornings can be... Sweet. It's not like he's trying to be so cold all the time; if you're well behaved he can be pretty loving, even if he doesn't quite know how to be gentle. He just has... Low tolerance.

Xiao is very quiet for the most part, and the mornings have a sort of silent peacefulness provided it's one of your days that you don't choose to be difficult. He likes to watch you go about the morning. It's a little creepy to be honest? He just sits there nearby and watches you move around, make food, brush your hair or teeth or whatever. He'll eat whatever you make him, even if it's not one of his extremely limited liked items. He might complain, though.

During the times he IS gone, well, it's extremely boring for poor darling. Early on, or if you've done something to warrant it (read: literally the slightest word of disagreement, a tone of voice he doesn't like, even a facial expression he deems defiant) you'll be bound to the bed, hand and foot. Nothing to do whatsoever but stare at the ceiling. It's your own fault, if you were good maybe it wouldn't be like this, he says. When you are good, and have a nice long-time record of being extremely pleasant and sweet to him - and I mean a LONG time - he might - might - finally let you be unbound aside from a long anklet chain connecting you to the bed. Not like you have much else to do, though. Maybe he'll get you books if you ask nicely and grovel at his feet. But that's it. He doesn't like the thought of giving you too much entertainment. If being alone is mind-numbingly boring, well, you'll enjoy time with him that much more. Eventually you'll reach a point where you're begging him not to leave, he hopes, even if he would never admit to that. So what he'll do is balance it, give you just enough to keep your whining down, but keep making sure you're miserable when alone. He only allows you "activities" (read: a book) on certain days of the week, or every other day, every third day, something like that. And you can only get a new book once a month or so. And it's whatever he finds, not just what you want, so he'll start dropping you with encyclopedias and textbooks and other dull things. You can't complain, after all he IS giving you something to do. If you're gonna complain, well, how would you like to have the reading privilege revoked entirely? And that shuts you up. So, really, poor darling's days are very very bleak, dull, and empty, when alone.

He doesn't really have a "end of the day." His "job" is more or less a 24/7 thing, he goes when he's needed and when he's not needed he'll be with you. Usually it's a semi normal schedule but it can lead to odd intervals - you may have times he's gone for a full day or so, and then times where he's there for a whole day, etc. Spending time together is quiet, but he's surprisingly fond of physical affection. He spends a lot of time just... alone with his thoughts. Spacing out and thinking, looking up at the sky, except, well, now it's him, his thoughts, and you. You'll spend it with him too, iron grip locked around your waist so you can't pull away from his lap. He's also one to need to get out the... frustrations of life through physical activity at night.

Days he's there, again, it's pretty quiet, he's not much one for extensive conversation, of course. If you talk, he'll listen, but don't expect him to say much back. He likes the sound of your voice, one of the only people he doesn't prefer silence to, so long as you're not whining about wanting to leave. He doesn't really have a lot of sitting-down type of work to do, so if he's spending a whole day time with you, it means he's specifically worked it out so that he's able to do so for that purpose. He'll probably prompt you to speak, it's super awkward really. An awkward comment about this or that that he clearly wants you to start talking about, and he'll talk back just a little bit, with his own brand of harsh pessimism -- but that's just the only way he really knows how to communicate, he's not actually trying to shut you down when he responds to everything negatively. It's the most bizarre bonding time, but bonding nonetheless. He also likes to watch you do tasks -- to make food, even if it's just for yourself, to clean and walk around doing your little tasks. He may or may not eventually discover a fondness for forcing you to walk around naked, poor darling.

I've mentioned before that his drive is reactive - it gets heavier when he's with you. So really, your day will be filled with little fun intervals of very spontaneous fucking. Like, he has no sense of mood or timing. It's completely random, very forceful, will just loop his hands under your arms and scoop you up and carry you over to bed at any random moment, interrupting your speech even. Or, sometimes the bed is too far, and just bending you over is easier. And then, he'll just carry on like nothing happened.

He's not one to rant and rave about his day by default, and especially not early on. In the later stages, though, once he's comfortable with you, you might find him slipping out a frustration here or there, a passing comment about something upsetting that happened, and if you pry at it, he'll end up talking, much more than usual. He kind of doesn't even realize he's starting to ramble a bit, and if he catches himself he'll stop and mutter something about it being unimportant anyway.

Bonus little hc: He asks you how your day was. Every day that he's not with you. It's a routine - he started doing it because from his limited knowledge of human relationships, it's the "normal," so he tries to emulate what he feels like is normal in a relationship. It's kind of funny, well, not for poor darling, it feels mocking. Like, how do you think my day was, Xiao? All tied up and left only to stare at the ceiling? If you get all sarcastic with him like that, though, he might see it as grounds for punishment, so, be snarky at your own risk.

#yandere genshin impact #lena's asks

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snzunii · 3 years

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Hi, can I ask for a scenario with Gojo Satoru and a female s/o who is born and raised in a strict, traditional Japanese family, like a very proper lady. Gojo's known to have zero respect for customs so im really curious to see how he would act in a relationship like this. Would he try to find common ground or bend her completely to his will? Tysmmm

TURN ME AROUND.

He turned you around. He turned your dull and boring life and made it bright. He made you do things that you didn't know you could do. Gojo Satoru is the arch of colors formed in the sky in your otherwise rainy and dark life.

+ pairings. gojo satoru x f!reader.

+ tags. romance, fluff, slight angst, hurt/comfort, modern au, established relationship, parental issues, toxic parenting traits, mentions of mental health, just fluffy gojo satoru cos aaaaa <3

+ word count. 3.6k

+ note. hellooooo hi, im very very sorry if this took soooo long for me to post. i swear i have been writing this for days 😭 to be honest, this is a quite challenging request that i've received since i'm not familiar to the norms of traditional japanese families. soooo, i would not base the reader's family to a certain ethnicity but the strict family (well, father) and a bit of traditional (traditional, like, how reader's ancestors raised children in their family) are still a main factor to the story, not to upset anyone incase i might get it wrong. sorry 🥺 hope u like this! <3

The night is going well.

Or is it?

Well, at first it definitely was going well. If it wasn't for your father who was constantly going on and on about how you should focus on training for you to take over your family business— how you are the one who would continue and make his empire grow.

Which is putting a lot of pressure on you and something about it doesn't sit well with your boyfriend.

Gojo Satoru has known you and loved you for quite some time now. He knows things about you. He knows what you want and what dreams you hold dearly to your heart.

He knows that you don't want to take over your family's business.

Seeing that you now live in a modern society, the old-age beliefs are still instilled in your family— in fact, most families.

Gojo is aware to the fact that you grew up in such household and he tried in the uttermost part of his heart to respect that. He knows that you grew up not to defy your elder's rules.

This dinner was supposed to go well. Its purpose is for Satoru to get on the good side of your parents. To get on the good side of your father above all.

"Well, I think that she should be able to do what she wants. I would not hold her back from doing what she really wishes to achieve."

You might see this as your boyfriend standing up for you. However, to your father— this is just blatant disrespect to his point of view.

"I appreciate you expressing your opinion but I know what my daughter wants and she definitely wants this. I am not holding her back if that is what you are implying."

Gojo hummed and laid his back on the chair, sitting comfortably as he stare at your father with his daunting blue eyes while a grin is plastered on his face, "May I ask one thing, sir? Have you asked her what she wants or you just assumed that's what she wants without even talking to her?"

You avoided your father's gaze. You don't actually know what to say. You can't defend Gojo because your father might think that you are disrespecting him but you can't defend your father as well.

Seeing that Satoru might think that you are siding with your father because you were hoping not to take sides.

You can feel the tension in the table— your boyfriend and your father throwing daggers at each other as if they are going to kill one another with their looks.

"Alright! I think we should call it a night."

Thank goodness for your mother. You chuckled awkwardly and squeezed Satoru's hand softly under the table. He looked at you and gave you his smile that was always warming your pure heart.

"It was nice meeting you, Satoru." your mother said as your parents' stand up.

You both did the same, Gojo smiled to your mother. "It was very nice to meet you as well."

"Sir." Satoru then turned to your father and laid his hand for your father's hand to shake it but he just gave him a disapproving hum.

You sighed, this wasn't the meeting that you pictured. Satoru promised you that he'd be in his best behavior and that he did, what just ticked him off is your strict father.

Controlling is what he is in Satoru's mind.

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"I'm sorry." you felt a warm pair of arms wrapping around your waist, "Your father is just..."

"I know but you promised me." you sighed as you turn to face your boyfriend, "How am I supposed to fix that now? You know we can't do what we planned if I can't get my father to like you."

"I know." he gave you a quick peck on the forehead, you just scrunched your nose at him and gave him a kiss on the lips. "But you are freaking twenty five, you don't need your father to decide everything for you and you know that."

You gave him a bitter laugh, thinking that if it's that easy then you would not be having this conversation with him. "Do you think that I don't know that? Do you think that I'm glad that I had to run my every decisions past them?"

For heaven's sake, you have been with Satoru for three years but they just met him last night. You don't need your father doing a background check on your boyfriend.

The motive last night was for him to get on the good side of your parents— in that way, when you tell your parents that you want to move out and live with your boyfriend, they would at least think about it.

Now, you think that your father would just say no without thinking twice.

You know that it is far-fetched— moving out. The rule is, unless you have a ring on your finger, that is the only time that you get to leave your household.

Regardless, even if Satoru proposes to you now you don't think your father would approve of the marriage given how your boyfriend acted last night. You know your father, he wants everyone wrapped around his finger.

He doesn't want people disrespecting and opposing him. Plus, you aren't ready. Yes, you love him. You love Satoru so much that you feel like your chest would explode due to happiness whenever you see him.

But you aren't there yet. Moving in with him is a big step but you want to take big steps slowly.

"Then how about telling your mother first?" he smiled, "I think she would approve. I can see that she liked me. She liked me, right? Right?"

You just chuckled and messed with his hair a bit, "No. She was just being polite to you."

But your mother really did like him, you just said that to mess with him. He gave you a disbelief look and then he laughed afterwards, tightening his arms to your waist a bit to pull you a little closer, "Okay. If you say so."

"I'm not kidding. She doesn't like you."

"Okay, little miss liar."

You squealed for a bit when he carried you in a way that the groom carries his bride as he went to his couch and settles you on his lap, "You know if I married you I would carry you just like this once we enter our new house."

"Oh, really?" you grinned , "Then what the hell are you waiting for?"

"Really?" you laughed when you saw how his face brightened up, "Then will you marry-"

You cut him off by smacking his head lightly, "Satoru, you dumbass."

He just chuckled at you and snuggled his face onto your neck. You heard him whispered the three words that always makes your heart beat in an instant. You just leaned your head to his and you both fell into a comfortable silence.

"Aren't you tired?"

Satoru pulled his head up to look at you, he placed his hands on each side of your cheeks to make you face him. "Why? I'm not. Why would I be tired? Are you? Are you getting tired of us?"

You did the same and cupped his face, "I'm not. I just think that we hid our relationship to my parents for three years and now we still have to walk on eggshells even though they know you already. I know you hate people like my father.."

"I don't hate your father I just don't like how conventional he is. Like, damn. It's the 21st century now. Keep up, old man." you just rolled your eyes at him jokingly, he smiled and tucked the strands of your hair behind your ear, "And he's probably the one who hates me but I love his daughter. I love you."

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You woke up because of the loud sound filling the four corners of your bedroom. You reached for your phone, eyes half-opened. "What?"

"Hi baby." you heard your boyfriend's voice on the other line, "You sleeping?"

"What do you think, Satoru?" you lazily answered, looking at the clock that says 1:30 am with a frown on your forehead. "It's one in the morning, babe. What do you want?"

You heard him chuckle, you swear you can see his billion-dollar smile in your mind. You can see him holding the phone in his hand while his head slightly tilted as he talk to you. "I'm outside your house."

You didn't have any time to process what he said, you abruptly stood up from your bed and peeked outside the window. You can see him standing outside your house, he waved his hand at you once he saw you. "You look really sexy in that sleepwear, babe."

You scoffed and closed your curtains once again, "What are you doing in here this late? Are you crazy?"

"I'm taking you out on a date. Twenty minutes, is that enough? I'll wait here. Love you."

"Satoru-" before you could even protest, he dropped the call.

You know Satoru can be spontaneous sometimes but you just didn't expect that he would call you up at midnight knowing that your father might catch you two.

You sighed and fixed yourself anyways. You just wore your casual clothes and quietly sneaked out of your room. You feel like a teenager sneaking out. Well, you are really sneaking out but you aren't a teenager anymore.

You shouldn't be doing these kind of things but you guess you really don't have any choice but to do this. You really are not used to do things like this because you grew up really disciplined.

But ever since you met Satoru, you do things that you haven't experienced in your teenage years and it was fun.

Your sneaking was a success not until you heard a familiar voice that belonged to your mother. "Where are you heading to, young lady?"

You slowly turned around to face the woman. "Mother. I was just... I just want some fresh air?"

She just looked at you, not saying anything. She knows that you are lying, she gave birth to you. She knows every look and gestures that you were making. Hell, she taught you not to lie and be respectful and such.

Of course, she knows you are lying. You sighed and gave her your pleading eyes, "Satoru's outside and we're just going out for a bit. Is that okay? You won't tell dad, right?"

She sighed and gave you a smile after that which calmed you. "Of course not. You are an adult already."

You embraced your mother. If only your father could think like this then you wouldn't have any problem.

After your mother gave you a reminder and such. You walked out of your house and saw your boyfriend standing outside. "You really are unbelievable, Gojo Satoru."

"Whatever. Get inside, darling." he gave you a playful smile and opened the car door for you.

You just snickered at his ridiculously adorable endearments and got inside his car.

Satoru brought you to a hillside after you went to a drive thru, and from there you can see the amazing lights from the tall buildings in the city. But no matter how soft and dazzling they are to your eyes, Satoru's beauty and effulgence would always beat them in your sight.

You really are besotted with him and he is the same with you, maybe even more. He loves you more than you love him.

After a lot of laughs and a lot of picture taken together using your instant camera, you both silently lay your backs on the hood of his car, your fingers are interlocked as you both stare at the stars.

He tilted his head a bit to look at you, a wide smile forming in his face— stricken by the way you look under the soft and slightly wavering light of the moon and stars.

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"Satoru! I'm very glad that you came." your mother greeted your boyfriend with a welcoming smile plastered on her face which he reciprocated with his usual smile.

"Thank you for inviting me."

It's your father's 53rd birthday and you figured that this is your chance to redeem your boyfriend to your father.

It is a big party, different business magnates are in your house. Your father can't snap if your boyfriend pisses him off again, which Satoru promised you that he would not again.

You went on your designated table with Satoru, waiting for a chance to swoop in once your father finishes talking to his business associates.

You turned to Gojo and smiled at him, you held his hand and caressed the back of his hand using your thumb. "Are you nervous?"

He just snickered at you and you saw the confidence in his face and a bit of arrogance, "Why would I be? I already met him and I know how he is."

You just assented and looked at your father who is now free, you need to go to him now or he would talk to someone again. You gestured Satoru to follow you.

"Dad!" your father smiled at you but then it faded when he saw the tall white-haired man behind you. "Satoru's here."

Satoru saw the same look of disapproval he received when you had dinner with your parents. Regardless, he greeted your father with a smile on his face even though he doesn't like how your father looks at him.

He promised you that he would try and he would.

And so, the night begins.

You never really had the chance to get your father to talk to you and your boyfriend because he was always occupied in talking to his business partners not until he gestured you to go to him.

You left your boyfriend on your table and went to your father. "Dad. Can I talk to you?"

You are getting nervous. Never in your life you had the guts to confront your father about something that you don't like. Satoru's the only one who made you want to stand up to your father.

"Can you do that later? I'm going to-"

"No, Dad." you said firmly but deep inside you were shaking. Oh god. Your father frowned at you, "I have been trying all night to get you to talk to Satoru but you are ignoring us."

He gave you a particular smile before he leaned on your ear, "I don't care about your boyfriend. Now, fix yourself."

You just sighed and followed your father. "Mr. Hara, this is my one and only daughter."

You smiled and bowed to show politeness. "What a very charming lady."

You let out a smile, a bit uncomfortable smile at that, "Thank you, Mr. Hara."

You have a bad feeling about this.

"I believe you brought your son with you, why don't we introduce them?" your father said, causing for you to look at him with a hint of disbelief in your eyes.

You literally have your boyfriend with you.

"Dad-"

"There he is!" Mr. Hara said as he gestured his son to go to your direction, "We'll leave you be."

You were left with no choice but to talk to this young man because your father gave you a terrifying look. He stretched his hand out for you, "Hi. I'm Kenji."

Not long, you felt an arm wrap around your shoulder, you looked up to your six foot three inches boyfriend— smiling at the man and reaching out for his hand in your stead, "And hi to you as well, I'm Satoru."

"I believe I'm talking to her. Not you."

Gojo chuckled in a contemptuous manner, "That's cute, you are talking to my girlfriend. Will excuse us? Thanks."

You walked back to your table with your boyfriend but there's a part in you that wanted to go back there, not because you wanted to talk to Mr. Hara's son, but because you know your father would be fuming once he knew that you just left him there.

"Satoru-"

"What? You want to go back? Do you know how uncomfortable you look out there?" he said as he sip his drink, he settled the glass on the table and looked at you, "You know you could've excused yourself. You don't have to go with every bullshit your father-"

"Not here." you said with a low firm voice, "Please. You know I do need to-"

"Need to abide to your father's illogical rules? Unreasonable fucking demands and high standards?"

You sighed and held his hand, pulling him inside your house upstairs to your room, away from the gathering in the garden. You do not want to make a big deal out of it, Gojo knows how it works inside your family but he is acting a bit differently today.

"What is wrong with you? You know how it is! I thought you understand?" you exclaimed once you shut the door.

"I'm trying to." he said a bit calm compared to you, "But you are always complaining to me about how your father is this and that but you aren't making any single damn thing about it."

"It's not easy." you sighed as you sat on your bed, "I grew up like this. They raised me like this, to always follow their rules. Not to talk back. You know all of this already!"

Gojo sat beside you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, leaning your head on his shoulder, "They just want the best for me, Satoru. I know my father can be too much and I know sometimes it really is too much and it's suffocating but I think that's his way to show how he cares."

"By trapping you? By expecting too big of you that you are putting a lot of pressure on yourself? Is that how he care?" he pulled away from you, "That's funny. You said it yourself that it is suffocating. For fuck's sake, you don't see what's wrong there?"

It's the first that you see Satoru snap like this. He was always smiling and understanding to your situation but you can't exactly blame him. The unchanging rules set in your family was hurting your relationship with him but most importantly— it is hurting your mental well-being.

He knows your father was raised like you are and Gojo thinks that of all people, your father must understand how draining it is.

"So what do you want me to do?" you mumbled as you look down.

"No. What do you want to do? It's not up to me." he knelt in front of you, holding your chin in between his fingers as he make you look at him. He gave you a smile, "Look. I'm willing to try and understand you, you know I do but you know I just can't stand what your father is doing to you."

There's a limit in how long he can stand your father. He was being respectful at this point because that man is your father and he loves you. You know him, he don't give a rat's ass about rules.

He grew up in a similar way as you are and he parted ways with his family because he doesn't like what they were doing to him.

"I'm going to figure this out. Just trust me, okay?" you said.

It might took too long for your father to soften up and let you be but you would try with all your might.

"I know you will, baby. I trust you."

You smiled and stood up, laying your hands for him. "Come on. Let's go downstairs."

"Already? Can't we make out for just a bit?" he teasingly said as he held your hand.

You rolled your eyes at him, and pointed the wall to your left, "You see that wall? When you remove that, that's my parents room. You really want to make out in the room next to my parents'?"

Plus, you haven't really brought anyone up to your room until now. Of course, you have done stuff with him but not in your house, you don't really want to then your parents would know you have done that.

He pulled your waist close to him and gave you a short but sweet kiss on the corner of your mouth. "Fine by me. They aren't there right now anyways."

You looked at him with a smirk forming in your mouth— bending the rules hasn't been a problem for you if it's with Satoru anyways.

A giggle escaped from your mouth when he carried you to your bed, crashing your back into the gentle mattress as he get on top of you, kissing your face all over down to the supple skin of your neck as you grip his soft ivory hair.

If he could compromise in your family situation then you can deviate.

It's a win-win situation, you guess.

#gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru

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kpop-dungeon-dark · 3 years

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REQUEST (Nerd!Felix/Yongbok x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Non-Con, humiliation, degradation, brat taming, watersports, breath play, rough filthy shit. Read at own risk.

"If that isn't our little Yongbokkieeee~" Felix sighed and shut his eyes tightly when he heard the familiar dreadful voice from behind, holding the straps of his school bag even tighter. "Aigoooi~ aren't you in a hurry, foreign booooy?" Her perfectly manicured hand placed on the boy's shoulder, pulling him back.

"Let go, Y/n-ah…" The boy spoke, trying his best not to snap at the little slut. She was so foolish. A fucking clown. A narrow minded little racist bitch. That's what.

"Ahhhh… your Korean is soooo adorable…" Before she moved to stand in front of him, heavy tits tightly packed in her school shirt, the first few buttons up. "What's the rush, Aussie boy? Too proud to make friends? Tsk, tsk!" Felix felt like smacking her infuriatingly cute little face.

"You know it's not like tha-"

"LISTEN UP, EVERYONE!" Y/n clapped and got everyone's attention, the whole hallway of students going home stopping to look at her. "OUR FOREIGN BOY DOESN'T WANNA BE FRIENDS~" she pouted as if it really hurt her. "HE AVOIDED ME ALL DAY IN SCHOOL TOO! HOW PROUD, TSK!" Everyone booed him, calling him names and whatnot. It was terrible.

Had he known moving to Korea was going to be like this he'd have never agreed. They made fun of his looks, his accent, the grammatical errors he made and his English name that he preferred. Even though Felix was using his English name in his documents now that he was all grown up, Y/n had somehow learnt his Korean one and she wasn't going to let him live it down.

"Aigo what a loser" splashing the juice in her hand at his shirt, the girl clicked her tongue and walked away while laughing, leaving the boy in absolute despair due to how badly it stained his shirt.

He didn't want to hurt her because she was clearly fucking naive and dumb but fuck. Y/n was making it fucking hard.

Felix checked his room one last time to make sure it was clean and smelt nice with just the right amount of ventilation. Setting his books up on the foldable desks he'd set up on the bed, the boy opened up the other desk too. His mom had asked him if he could teach her bestfriend's child some English as they were apparently in the same year as him. The boy was happy to help and agreed so now his mom's friend was going to drop the kid off at their house that he didn't know anything about.

And who else could it be other than the one and only. How fucking cliche.

The male was unsure of how to act when he heard his mom's voice and another women's before his door was knocked, opening as Mrs. Lee along a stern looking tall and built women in a police uniform appeared.

Felix got up and respectfully bowed to the women as she greeted him back, her friendly smile really unusual for her stern features. "Hello, dear. Thank you so much for your kind gesture. I've been looking for a good teacher for quite some time now but my child is… slow." She chuckled. "Maybe it'd be easier for her if someone her age teaches her…"

"Oh, of course. No problem at all. I'd be actually very happy to help. That way I get to revise too and study from a different perspective, ma'am." He didn't know why, but he couldn't stop the smirk from appearing on his face. Oh. She was trying her best to hide behind her mother but Felix had seen the pathetic little girl.

Oh how fucking perfect.

"Ah I hope my kid can learn well from you in not just academics but manners too… Now! Y/n-ah- where…" Her mother looked for her before turning around to find her hiding, gripping her wrist and pulling her in front of the taller boy. "There you are. Now… learn well okay? Felix will take well care of you" her mother glanced at the boy and he nodded, bowing a little bit as he said of course.

Y/n was trying not to die as she was made to stand right in front of fucking Yongbok out of all! How was she so stupid?! She should have put two and two together! Oh fuck! This was bad! This was terrible for her image! Now he knew that she was looking for tuition and not all that careless about studies as she seemed to act like back in school. And she also wasn't a badass in her private life.

Fuck.

"Be good. I'll pick you up on my way back, alright?" The girl had non-existent balls to brat with her mother as she was a firm police woman and knew how to get brats going. She had gotten enough harsh punishments from her mom to even dare to try. Y/n did her best to pretend to be a good kid. Or her mom had threatened to send her off to juvi or a boarding school! "Hm?"

The girl whimpered, feeling the boy's gaze burn into her very soul. "Y- Yes, mommy." She could only whisper back, head lowered all the way.

"Good baby. Now give mommy a kiss." Y/n could die of embarrassment right now, her cheeks burning as she felt humiliated. Oh she had no idea what was coming her way. This was nothing. Her mother still treated her like a 4 year old baby and not like she was 18. It was so fucking stupid!

"Y- Yes, mommy…" There was no use hiding. Yongbok could see it all and he was quietly observing it. Standing on her tippy toes because of being much smaller than her mom, Y/n kissed her cheek. "Bye, mommy." The copper ruffled her daughter's head before leaving with Felix's mother who was also dressed for work.

Lowering her head even more when it was just the both of them, Y/n held her bag right as she didn't turn around, not wanting to face the smug boy, whimpering when he stepped forward to close his door.

"She… doesn't know, does she?" Felix's deep voice pierced through her soul as he turned around to look down at her now, grinning wide. "Tsk… look at this cute little turtleneck and long skirt… those baby shoes and these pigtails…" Y/n felt her heart starting to pound when he suddenly tugged at her twin ponytails, her cheeks feeling even hotter in pure humiliation. "If only you were actually a good babygirl like your 'mommy' thinks and not a skimpy little slutty whore ridiculing people for no fucking reason at school" clicking his tongue, the boy walked to his bed and plopped on it in a relaxed manner, well aware that he had her exactly where a bitch like her should be. "I wonder how she will react if she finds out that you are actually-"

"N- NO PLEASE!" Y/n finally found her voice and rushed to him, helplessly pleading. "PLEASE DON'T TELL M- MOMMY! I- I AM SORRY!" She struggled, not knowing what to say. This was so awkward and strange. Something she'd never thought of. Fuck.

"Ahhh so you really are an all talk whore, tsk. Acting all cool and fearless in school but actually a pathetic little mommy's baby." Felix chuckled tauntingly and shook his head, eyes cold. Months. She'd been troubling him for months simply because he was a foreigner and made mistakes in Korean. "Come here, let me see. I wouldn't be surprised if you're also wearing a nappy under that cute skirt. Do you need a change?" He teasingly went to grab her arm which caused the girl to stagger backwards.

"N- No! No, Y- Yon- Felix! I- I swear I am not! I am not wearing a-- p- please! Don't do this! I- I won't bother you again! You don't even have to tutor me! Just please don't tell mom!" Y/n hated how pathetically she had to beg him.

"Ah… so it's suddenly Felix now, huh?" The male chuckled before speaking again. "Since I am not a pathetic slut like you, I won't tell your mom but in exchange, you'll have to be good for me. If you oblige, good. If you don't, I'll have to tell her, little one. Because what you're doing will end up harming someone really bad."

The girl desperately dropped her bag, sitting in his feet and holding his knees. "Y- Yes! Yes! Alright! I'll be good! I'll do whatever you want! Just don't tell mom! I don't wanna go to juvi or boarding-" her eyes widened before she slapped her mouth shut. Oh no! She didn't just tell him that!

Felix threw his head back and laughed. "Ahhh so it's like that, I see…" He was enjoying this. Looking down at her, Felix felt something stir inside him as his eyes got darker. She looked so fucking perfect kneeling under him like this. It was getting so hard to hold back now that he had her. "Fine. If you don't want to go to boarding or juvi, you'll have to be my little fuck piggy. And when I say that, I mean it. You'll be my literal plaything and there will be no denying my orders. You'll have to obey and be good like a brainless little slave doll… You will only know what I allow. You will only do as I say. No using your own brain, not that it is very smart anyway… That is the price." He had always had… dark desires. Which was one of the reasons he'd never dated much. But when Felix had seen Y/n all those months ago in school for the first time, he had unintentionally imagined how it would feel to ruin her to the point of despair before building her back up.

And now that he was so close to having it. Fuck. The boy was going insane.

Y/n nodded slowly, tears forming in her eyes as she bit her lip. "Y- Yes, I… I agree. I- I'll be your d- doll, Felix… J- Just please d- don't tell anyone… I- I beg you… I- I don't wanna g- go to boarding or…" A sob left her, his finger catching her tear amidst of falling down.

This was so wrong. But she deserved it. Felix was absolutely disgusted by bullies.

"Don't worry. Like your mother said, I'll take goood care of you." The naive girl had no idea what she had signed herself up for or just what his words meant. "Then… why don't you prove your worth by getting up and stripping to let me see my belongings... And, get those dirty little hands off. Fuck toys don't deserve to touch Master unless allowed." Felix swatted them off.

"W- What? M- Master…? S- Strip?" Y/n was lost.

"What else did you think? Some Wattpad romance where I make you my little sidekick or something before I confess that I've liked you all along?" Raising an eyebrow he pushed her back. "Get to it."

"B- But F- Felix-!"

"It's Master!" The male firmly spoke as he glared down at her, yanking one of her pigtails. "Come on now… time's running and we don't have all day my little toy. You better start behaving before it's too late…" Her sobs and tears satisfied him so much.

Y/n slowly got up with her head lowered, trembling as she stepped out of her shoes, slowly pulling her socks off. "I- I can't believe I am doing this in front o- of you.." She whispered while struggling to not collapse on her knees, literally shivering under his firm gaze.

"I also couldn't believe a person as rotten as you existed." Before he grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling her closer and snorting when she gasped, flinching when he leaned back again. Felix's foot trailed up her shaking leg, the top of his foot rubbing against her covered core before he grabbed the waistband of her panties with his toes, pulling them down from under the skirt. "Ahh… so little girl's mommy really doesn't put her in nappies, I see…" Before he looked back up at her face, his foot resting on the underwear between her ankles now. "Skirt off now."

The girl was wiping at her tears as she shakily undid the skirt before letting it fall, her heart pounding even harder when the cold air attacked her core before he made her pull her shirt up and off, suddenly ripping her bra off which caused her to scream.

"Tsk… you sure are jumpy and scaredy for how tough you act." The boy shook his head, feeding off her misery. "Pick that underwear up." Y/n reached for it when he finally removed his foot from the top of it, stepping out of it and picking it up, even her ears red now out of humiliation. "Put it on your head." Another sob left her as he pinched and played with her breast, loving the authority he had over her.

"Fe- M- Master…" Shaking her head, she tried to back away but Felix wasn't having it.

"What did I just fucking say?!" He snapped, towering over her when the boy stood up, making her cower down before she put the smelly article over her head, biting her lips to stop her sobs from escaping. "Such a good toy…" Felix cooed this time, rubbing her head as he pulled it down and covered her eyes with the waistband, pulling her pigtails out of the sides.

"Fuck… you look good. Just how a dumb brainless slut should look." Fishing his phone out, he smirked. "This proves how you've no problem with being brainless. You look fucking retarded but you're doing it because Master said it. That's exactly what this is about. Obedience" before he suddenly kissed her briefly, making her gasp.

"Now~ smile wide for a picture…" Before he turned the camera on and stepped back, making sure her whole body was in frame. Fuck. Felix was so fucking painfully hard. "Come on… don't be shy" he taunted when she sobbed in protest, making him switch to video instead. "Fine, then." His taunting smile dropped to a firm expression as he approached her, placing his feet on hers before he smacked her face, catching it all on camera.

"Aigooo~" he mimicked her, smacking her other cheek, uncovering her eyes but still keeping the underwear on her head. He decided that it will be a new style for her. "Look at this whore~" Y/n's flushed cheeks now received some more slaps before he placed his hand on her nose and pushed it back, chuckling loudly. "Awww such a cute little fuck piggy we have here… she loves this doesn't she?" When she continued to cry, Felix smacked her head and pulled at the girl's ponytail. "DOESN'T SHE?"

"Y- Yes, Master! Yes!"

"Good girl" pushing her nose back to look like a pig's again, the male spat at it. "Now tell Master you're thankful. Get on your knees and be good."

"T- Thank you, M- Master…" The girl cried out, slowly getting on her knees now. "Thank you s- so much…" Felix parted her legs by his foot, cutting the footage and tossing his phone on the bed before kicking her pussy, causing Y/n to jerk forward, face banging straight into his cock.

A moan left him before he grabbed both her ponytails, wrapping them around his hands. "Now I have a present for you. I bought it all a while back and have been keeping it hidden and safe for when I get a fuck piggy. And now that you're here, I'll give you it."

Yes, Felix was pissed at her and yes, he loved destroying her but he was no asshole. She still had that cute little whore face he adored.

Crouching down in front of her, he gripped her chin and kissed her lips again, ignoring her gasp and kissing her again before spitting right on her tongue. "Swallow it and wait for Master to be back. Face down and ass up. I shouldn't have to fuckin repeat myself."

Y/n trembled as she struggled to swallow his spit, bowing down on the ground, slowly raising her nude ass back up. A few moments passed with Felix bringing stuff over and near her, fumbling with things in his closet before he finally closed it and walked to her. "Aren't you lucky? Finding an owner without even looking. There's so many pets like you who have no Master… or not a good one at least, you know…" Standing behind her, Felix rubbed the lube all over the tiny and thick piggy tail assplug. "Aren't you lucky?"

The girl knew what he wanted to hear so she nervously started, having no idea what the boy was about to do. "Y- Yes, Master… v- very luc- AHHHH!" She could only lay there and weakly cry as Felix laughed loudly at her scream because he'd pushed the plug in, tapping her ass.

"Good piggy~" the male cooed and hooked a thin chain to a small loop on top of the plug, slowly making her sit up in silence, the only sounds being her weak sobs. "Just… give in… it'll hurt less that way and you'll be happier." His eyes were trained on what he was doing, the long chain extending from down her plug having nose hooks at the other end that he plugged in her nose, chuckling when her eyes widened as she located the small cage in front of her.

"Oh, yeah. That is your new crib" Felix was clearly loving this. Kissing her stretched little piggy nose, he placed the pink piggy ears on her underwear covered head, followed by a pink collar that had a small bell attached to it. "You look so beautiful…" Kissing her lips again, Felix attached weights to her nipples, making her whine out in pain as she tried to stop his hands. "Oho~" he swatted her hands away, grabbing the piggy hands and feet before putting them on her, finally folding her limbs and binding them.

"Hmmm… that's like a good filthy little fuck pig." Before he attached a leash to her collar and gulped, feeling his balls ache now due to the masterpiece he'd made, pulling at the leash to have her crawl in the cage before he closed it, chuckling at how she kept tripping. "Clumsy pig." Before he started to take pictures, taunting and humiliating her all the while.

When Felix was satisfied with the photoshoot, he opened the cage and walked to the bed, holding her leash and pulling her with him. "Now… the fun part." Before he tucked his aching cock out much to her horror, sitting down on the bed and pulling her in between her legs. Pumping his cock a little, the male moaned loudly as he started to piss on her face, chuckling loudly when she yelled and protested, trying to move away but only falling on her face, choking when he harshly pulled at her leash, forcefully pushing his cock in her mouth. "You better swallow that!"

Y/n started crying loudly again, wails leaving her throat as his hot piss started travelling down her throat, making her choke and gag as he loudly laughed. "What a useless piggy! Can't even be a good urinal." Before he smacked her face again, now starting to fuck her mouth fast and rough, hitting his hard tip against the back of her throat before forcefully pushing in, a trail of piss and spit hanging down her lips.

"Fuck… fuck…" Felix moaned loudly, his cock twitching inside of her and pulsating from how fucking good it felt. From her soft mouth to her tight throat, to how he could see his cock against her skin, her eyes widened when her breath supply would totally cut off from his balls getting stuffed between her lips.

"Fuck… you're no good… I'll have to train you plenty" her cries were causing shivers and vibrations up his cock as he fucked her face up and down his cock by her ponytails, kicking her pussy as he went faster and faster, his hips starting to ache from how much strength it was causing.

"What a dumb slut!" Pulling his cock out of her throat, he kicked her on her back, making her arch her back when the tail plug brushed against the floor. "I need that useless fucking pussy now. It better be worth it." Y/n felt scared and nervous for her vagina now as he warned and crawled over her now, pushing his way forcefully inside, biting down at her lip when he felt her hymen tear and lube his cock up.

"I am going to make an absolute mess out of you." He promised, his deep voice sending shivers down her sweaty body. "My mess."

I am sorry if it was too rough sjskso you said like bullying gone wrong-

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dinosaurtsukki · 3 years

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solitude | fyodor dostoevsky x gn!reader

part 3 of broken, continuation of savior

summary: for the first time in a long time, you're free of fyodor with him in prison. however, you find yourself wondering if this is what you truly want

word count: 1.1k words

contains: stockholm syndrome-ish (depending how you look at it), slight manipulation

anon: Hi ! First, I hope that you’re okay, I wanted to tell you that your work is soooo great, I really support you. Then I wanted to ask you if you could write a part 3 of « broken ». I really loved « broken » and « savior », you are very talented.

a/n: ahh i'm so flattered but thank you !! broken was actually my first fyodor fic so i'm surprised people like it and asked for a sequel. i was kind of on the fence with how to end this series because y/n and fyodor's dynamic is a bit complicated but i hope it came across here!

you're loathe to admit it, but every time you heard a doorbell ring or a knocking on the door, you hope that it's fyodor finally returning home.

it had been more than two weeks since fyodor had enacted his master plan using cannibalism to get the port mafia and armed detective agency to turn against each other. you weren't completely privy to all the details of fyodor's plan or the bigger organization he was working for, but he did let you know that being sent to jail was a part of it.

"you're free to use this space, especially since the special division and armed detective agency are cracking down on the rats of the house of the dead," fyodor told you one night.

"is that so?" you raised an eyebrow at him. "i see you're playing favorites then."

"you've only noticed my favoritism now?" fyodor chuckled. you found it almost funny in hindsight how your relationship had evolved from him manipulating you to playful banter between the two of you.

"you won't be seeing me for a long time," he hummed, absentmindedly twirling a piece of your hair with his index finger. it had become a habit of his that you didn't find entirely unwelcome. "should i leave you a little souvenir so you don't miss me?"

"you're already leaving me your place," you scoffed, waving a hand at him. "that's enough. i have to lay low for the next couple of weeks too."

"that would be advisable," fyodor nodded, letting go of your hair and sitting a little farther from you on the sofa. you hated that you almost wanted to move a little closer. "i've made sure to take care of my tracks. they shouldn't inspect this place."

"alright," you said, paused, before adding "thank you."

the next morning, he was gone before you even woke up. aside from the emptiness of the apartment, you were left with an ambiguously melancholic feeling.

now, he was gone and you had more than enough room to breathe. if you wanted to, you could even finally run away after making sure the coast was clear. but you had already established a while ago that there was more benefit to you staying with fyodor.

maybe the decision you were grappling with was whether or not you actually missed fyodor.

'impossible,' you thought, physically shaking your head as if trying to correct yourself. and despite what you told yourself, there could only be one explanation as to why you frequented fyodor's study so much and took care to wipe his cello case clean every night.

in fact, you began staying in the study more often each day. the desk was as neat as fyodor had left it with his laptop and several files and books stacked neatly on the table. one book in particular, caught your eye.

"the complete collection of t.s. eliot poems," you read aloud. suddenly, you remembered one of the first time you and fyodor had talked in the library, back when you were just a college student and he was just a handsome stranger.

of course, you could tell that the placement of this book could only be deliberate. "of course you'd leave something for me," you spoke out loud, as if he could hear. carefully, you opened the book and found a space neatly cut into the middle of the pages and a flash drive embedded inside.

...

"well, if this isn't quite ironic."

fyodor doesn't look surprised at all to see you standing in front of his jail cell. in fact, it looks as if he had been patiently waiting for you all this time. and that's because he has.

"you couldn't have left your escape plans in a more obvious place?" you sighed at him.

"but that was obvious," fyodor blinked innocently at you. "i knew you would find it at the right time."

did he know you'd be spending most of your time in his study? it was embarrassing to be known that well but you read intently through the plans he had encoded in the flash drive. you couldn't believe what fyodor was asking of you this time because surely he overestimated your abilities.

"couldn't you have asked someone else, someone more capable, to do this for you?" you asked him.

"what for? i have complete confidence in you," fyodor smiled. he was dressed in the white clothes all the other prisoners wore. you could tell that he had lost quite a bit of weight due to his stay and both of his hands were cuffed. and yet, he looked absolutely delighted at seeing you.

and that gave you a deep sense of satisfaction.

you pressed a hand to the bulletproof glass of his jail cell. "remember that night? when you broke me out of jail?"

"of course i do," fyodor hummed, leaning back and closing his eyes as he savored the memory. "that was sloppy work on your part. anyone could tell that you had an ulterior motive to get yourself caught."

"yeah, yeah. i'm aware," you rolled your eyes.

"ah, but look at you now," fyodor cocked his head. 'you've changed,' was on the tip of his tongue and you could only agree. even if fyodor wrote up the plans for his escape, you were still the one who snuck into the facility and incapacitated more than a few security guards to break him out.

who would have thought this is where you'd end up?

you keyed in the passcode on the door before stepping inside the jail cell. fyodor held his cuffed wrists out to you and you sighed and crouched down in front of him.

"you couldn't have at least picked the lock on your cuffs?"

"i'd rather you do it for me," fyodor smiled at you.

you didn't even need to be told twice. he was the one who had taught you this skill after all and your fingers worked quickly at the lock. of course, you were aware of fyodor intently staring at you and the way his fingers brushed at the inside of your wrist. finally, the lock clicked open and his metal cuffs fell away.

"finally. they tightened those a bit too much," fyodor sighed, rubbing the red marks on his wrists.

"you must have said something to offend them, like always," you emphasized.

"how was i to know they were going to be offended?" he scoffed as the two of you practically strolled out of the jail cell and into the hallway. "i assume you've been enjoying your time alone at the apartment."

"the silence was definitely a plus. although admittedly..." you trailed off and caught fyodor's glance. "i do miss the sound of your playing."

"is that so?" he chuckled amusedly and flexed his wrists. "i'm out of practice but, i think i can arrange something for you when we get home."

you nodded with a bemused smile on your face. "when we get home."

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harryconcepts · 2 years

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part 33

he would be such a fucking pest when security comes to escort him backstage he would be all "who, me? whatever she wants i guess 😌" and then so eager to please you when you finally come meet him, he just wants to show you how much he liked the show 😌then he would say "felt like such a whore when security came to get me... all "Mr styles, you've been requested backstage".... have to say i liked it though 😌"

I need to have a stranger things marathon with harry so bad ik you don't watch that show but I'm rewatching and it's suuuuch a good show to binge.... you would be staying up for days until you're both deliriously tired and laughing so hard at everything and eating so many snacks until you finally fall asleep on the couch 😭 and when you wake up you start it all over again 😌

thinking about being at a party and your crush frat harry is there so you're kind of a blushing mess all night and trying not to let him see 😌 someone gets really drunk and suggests spin the bottle and everyone agrees and harry is all 🙄 trying to act cool and like he doesn't want to play but secretly he's hoping so hard that you'll end up going into the closet with him 😌 when your friends get you to spin you're almost hoping it doesn't land on harry because you're not sure if you can handle being alone with him but then of course the bottle stops spinning when it's pointing directly at him 😌 he's smirking so hard when he slowly stands up and comes over to you and he reaches his hand out to help you up 😌 all his friends know he likes you so they're all whooping and yelling and your friends do the same just to embarrass you 😌 he says "come on then" and leads you to the pantry and your face is absolutely on fire but there's no way you're going to say no 😌 he shuts the door behind you, then turns to face you and says "that was a bit of a show, if you're uncomfortable we can just stand here for until they yell at us, we don't have to do anthing" and you shake your head a little, saying "I'm not uncomfortable... are you?" and he steps a little closer and says "no, I'm not" and he keeps stepping closer and you keep stepping back until he has you pressed up against the countertop with his hands on your hips 😌 he's leaning closer and closer until finally he presses his lips on yours 😌 after a moment he pulls back and says "I've wanted to do that for so long" and you grab the collar of his shirt and pull him back down, murmuring "don't stop then" and he goes absolutely feral 😌 he lifts you up to sit on the counter and you wrap your legs around his waist, he presses against you a little bit and groans so deep when you bite on his lip 😌 eventually you're startled apart when someone bangs on the door, yelling something like "time's up, lovebirds!" and you giggle a little bit before you push him back and hop down 😌 you make your way to the door but he catches your arm before you can get too far, he spins you around and pulls you against his chest and says "don't think I'm done with you yet... why don't we get out of here?" and you nod immediately, so he keeps your hand in his as he opens the door and leads you through the house 😌 all his friends are going crazy and yelling at him but he just ignores them because he's a man on a mission and that's to get you back to his place asap 😌 then he would be soooo cheeky about that little incident he would be like "All your friends already know about us, everyone already knows you're mine 😌"

bf harry would literally always be like "quit your job I'll take care of you 😌" and you always roll your eyes and say "I'm not doing that" and he's just like "you'll come around 😌" and then one day you come home and throw your keys down and say "ok that's it I'm quitting I can't handle my boss anymore" and he's just like 😁yay😁 now we can sleep in every day 😁

why do I feel like harry would think your little stuffed animal collection was so cute 🥹 and then also he would be so fucking annoying and say "you have to move them i can't have sex with you while they're watching me"

do you think Harry is annoying about your differences in American vs British English 😭 like he pretends to not know what you mean when you say fries and then he's like "ohhhh did you mean chips? yeah we can get some of those 😌" such a pest

Harry definitely hears you say some slang word and thinks it's so funny so he starts saying it constantly like "bestie come over here" and "yessss slay babe" and "iconic queen" he's so annoying i know it

harry would boop your nose and squeeze you so tight when he hugs you and you try to wiggle away but he just girls tighter and says "you're so cute just wanna squeeze you"

i think when harry is having trouble being creative he walks around naked for a while and you're like oh my god why are you naked and he goes "it fuels the creativity leave me alone" and walks away all 😠 but then like 3 seconds later he comes back and says "and actually it would really help the creative process if you were naked too"

ok this is weird but i have such a thing for harry teaching you how to defend yourself??? like I've read a million different AUs and some of them are like bodyguard harry or whatever but the idea of him being like "come on I'll show you some moves" and he tells you to try and hurt him or run away and the whole time he's teaching you different moves or maneuvers and it ofc ends with you pressed up against the wall while he kisses you bc you both got so worked up from all the touching 😋

i have a migraine and i need harry to take care of me 😔 i know he would get you an ice pack and some medicine and make sure you keep drinking water 😔 he would lay down with you even if he's not tired at all and he would rub your back 😔

the thought of harry being cheeky makes me want to k*ll myself like imagine him smacking your ass when you walk by and then you look at him and he's just like 😁

i fear harry touches you all the time and he can never keep his hands to himself 😮‍💨 whether that's having his hands on your waist when he comes up behind you in the kitchen or running his fingers over your thighs while you're on the couch together or just coming up and hugging you so tight he lifts you off the ground because he just thinks you're cute, he doesn't care he just needs to be touching you 😮‍💨

no bc when I think of harry coming home from tour or being away for any amount of time i 100% see him running up to you and hugging you so hard your feet come off the ground and he doesn't put you down until you're laughing and saying you can't breathe 🪂

thinking about how fwb harry would always be down for some good old fashioned stress relief 🫶🏻 he notices you've been a little off lately and then one day you're so snappy and basically bite his head off when he just asked a simple question so then he says "do you need me to make you cum? is that why you're being such a brat lately?" and you roll your eyes and walk towards the bedroom, and he doesn't follow bc he assumes you want some alone time but then you look back at him and say "...well?" and he's immediately like "okay 😌" and hopping up to follow you 🫶🏻 then afterwards you're being all sweet and clinging on him and he's all "ooooh so that's what it takes? good to know" and he's so smug knowing he has a way to get you to be nice to him

why do I feel like harry would be so good about you being a picky eater 😭 like this is so niche but idc i basically eat the same thing every day and restaurants stresssssss me out bc I can never find something that sounds good but I feel like he would be so chill about it 😭 he would be like "oh we're having spaghetti again? cool cool I'll grab the parmesan cheese" or if you're going out he always picks a restaurant he knows you like ☹️ he wouldn't be annoyed he would just go with it because if you're happy he's happy ☹️

feeling like a whore tn and thinking about how harry would make you beg him before he gives you what you want and he would make you say exactly what you want him to do 😌 when you don't do it at first he just teases his fingers slowly over your clit, not giving you nearly enough and he says "I can do this all night, so i guess it's up to you whether or not you get what you want" and he smirks at the way you whine 😌

i wanna take edibles with harry sooooo bad 😭 you're both just laying on the couch staring at the ceiling and you say quietly "I feel like I'm floating" and he's silent for a minute before he bursts out laughing and then you're just giggling together because everything feels weird and you just can't stop 😭 then he says "I'm hungry... are you hungry?" and you nod but neither of you make a move to get up, so then he reaches for his phone to order something 😭 then he says "you realize we're going to have to get up when they get here right" and you let out a big sigh then say "that's your job actually" and then you're both giggling again 😭 when you get the food you get cuddled back up together and he probably feeds you some ☹️ you say "I think this is the best food I've ever eaten" and he laughs and says "let me have a taste" and leans in to kiss you 😭 later you would put on a movie but you're not paying attention, just listening to each other's heartbeats and feeling each other breathe until you fall asleep 😭

I have this suuuper cute dress and the straps are ties and i feel like harry would be so annoying 😭 he would come up and slooowly pull the tie undone and then be like "oops... looks like your strap fell off 😋 might as well show me your boobs since they're right there 😋"

i have literally not stopped thinking about having a threesome with harry... I know they would both be so attentive and fighting for your attention and they both just want to make you feel good 😵‍💫 they would definitely tease you so much, talking over you and saying stuff like "i don't think she deserves to cum yet, doesn't seem near desperate enough to me" and the other would nod and agree and then they get back to teasing 😵‍💫 you can barely even focus on the feeling of one of their lips against your neck because the other is going down on you and it's just so overwhelming 😵‍💫

him saying 3 2 1 is so funny he absolutely would and then he would be such a pest saying "ohhhh you're filthy aren't you" even though he probably has way more stuff than you do, but that's not a surprise bc everyone knows he's a whore but for you it's different because you seem so innocent and you blush at the smallest thing and yet here you are with a whole box of sex toys 😌he would be so annoying I need him

I need to be mean to harry I want to say "you're such a whore for wearing that" and he would laugh and pull you close saying "you love it" and you nod kissing him and saying "it's true i do" 😌

thinking about going to a club like the box for the first time with harry and he's just watching you smirking at how you're all 😶 at everything 😌 as you're watching the dancers he's standing behind you to whisper in your ear, filthy stuff like "you like that don't you... you like seeing the girls put on a show for you" and you're just frozen watching everything that's going on 😌

right here's the thing when I'm on my period I don't want anyone to touch me but I still want to touch him okay I want to lay on top of him with both of us being shirtless and put my arms around him and let his warm body soothe my cramps 👍🏻 and he would stay completely silent and still and leave me to my own devices bc he's a good bf like that 👍🏻

harry would literally be so good when you're on your period he wouldn't get annoyed with your mood swings or if you were pissy with him he would just give you some space and bring you food after an hour or so to hopefully make you smile 😔 he doesn't ever get mad at you because he knows you're hurting and can't really help it so he just does whatever he can to be sweet to you 😔 you come to him later and hug him, apologizing for being so mean but he just kisses your head and says "it's okay baby, know you're not feeling well" and ask if you want to watch a movie 😔 he doesn't cuddle up to you like normal because he's not sure if that's what you want but you give him your hand so he can hold it because you know he likes touching you in any way he can 😔

yes let's discuss. he would love to use a vibrator on you and I fear he would blindfold you so you can't tell what he's going to do next 🫶🏻 he would run it over your nipples and collarbones and up and down your sides to make you squirm and then he would tease it gently over your hipbones because he knows it's sensitive there 🫶🏻 when you're shaking from anticipation and how bad you want him he smiles and drops it directly against your clit 🫶🏻you're moaning and trying to move away from how intense it is but he moves his arm to press down on your lower stomach and holds you in place 🫶🏻 he's murmuring such dirty words, saying "that feel good baby? I always know how to make my girl feel good, don't i" and you nod, gasping his name when he presses it a little harder against you 🫶🏻 he's rubbing it in slow circles so you feel the vibrations everywhere and when you start tensing up and he can tell you're close he says "go on, cum for me, I've got you just let go" and he praises you the whole time 🫶🏻

and you know what ... harry would sleep in the guest room if you asked him to and he would not complain 🫶🏻 he would say of course and then the next morning he would wake you up with breakfast in bed (not before 11 though) and when you're past the first few days of your period and you're feeling a little better you say "sorry for being a bitch" and he's immediately like "you weren't a bitch" and you look at him like 😒 and he goes "okay maybe a little moody... but you're allowed this week" and you thank him for being so nice 😔

I'm glad I'm not insane for loving toxicish harry 🤭 y'all aren't official but every time he sees a guy even looking at you he will literally threaten them and tell them to stay away from you 🤭 you get annoyed because he's being so possessive and he has no right to be but then he fucks you so good that it makes up for everything 😌

I'm thinking about middle of the night talks with Harry 😔 you're feeling very anxious and can't sleep so you get up to find a snack or maybe make some tea, and a few minutes later harry comes stumbling down the stairs, rubbing his tired eyes and coming to find you 😔 he wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder and says "how come you're up?" with his voice all low and sleepy, you lean back against him and say "just couldn't sleep" and he nods a little bit because he knows you have bad nights like this sometimes 😔 he asks if you want to talk about it and you shake your head, just content to be there with him 😔 after you take a few sips of tea (and of course hold it to his lips so he can have some too) you say "would it be okay if we talked about it? it's okay if you're too tired right now or-" and he cuts you off to say "hey, I'm never too tired for you, of course we can talk about it" and he moves to make his own cup 😔 he sits next to you at the table, maybe he reaches over to light a candle or maybe you're only lit up by the moon, but either way it feels very cozy and intimate to be so close 😔 you tell him you've just been feeling very anxious lately and don't really know how to handle it, he listens so attentively, nodding to show he's paying attention but mostly just letting you get it all out 😔 when you're done talking he hugs you and thanks you for telling him everything, then he says "i mean it when i say you can always talk to me, ok? i want you to come to me if you're not feeling good, no matter the reason" and you nod and hug him back a little tighter 😔 I feel like you would have so many late nights together where you just talk about everything you've been thinking about lately and you always go to bed feeling a little bit lighter now that you're not holding it in anymore 😔

i want to go to a carnival with harry ☹️ he would for sure win you a teddy bear and drag you on all the rides and kiss you at the top of the ferris wheel ☹️ you would share some cotton candy and he would kiss you and tell you how sweet you taste ☹️ the whole time he has his arm over your shoulder and he's just happy to be with you ☹️

the way Harry would never make fun of you for things that are a big deal to you 😔 literally like bare minimum but so sweet anyways 😔 he knows you don't like walking through the dark hallway to use the bathroom at night so he buys a nightlight for his house without even mentioning it 😔 he thinks it's adorable that you sleep with a teddy bear or whatever and he probably has a picture of you cuddled up to it 😔 he just always wants you to be comfortable with him so he does anything he can to make you feel safe at his house 😔

i literally can't stop thinking about how sweet he would be when you're on your period ... he comes home to find you curled up in bed, he asks how your day was and you just tell him to leave you alone and he realizes what must be happening so he does, he goes in the other room and leaves you to do your thing 😔 he knocks on the door a few hours later, holding a cup of hot chocolate and says "I made this for you... do you need anything? the heating pad or some medicine?" and you shake your head, saying a soft thank you for the drink and he says of course and starts to leave again but you stop him, saying "I'm just going to take a nap, but you could stay if you wanted to" and he lights up immediately, pulling off his shirt and climbing in next to you 😔 you offer him your hand since you don't feel like fully cuddling and that's enough to make him happy 😔

you're a little nervous before your first show of the tour and he comforts you saying "nothing to be nervous about baby, you'll be amazing and I'll be there the whole time" and gives you a kiss ☹️ he says "everyone loves you, they might love you even more than they love me" and you laugh because you know it's not true but he's so sweet to say that and you know he believes it's the truth ☹️you know he's your #1 supporter and he'll be at every single show dancing his little heart out ☹️

no you say "I almost flashed u guys" and he yells "DO IT" and since it's not a huge venue everyone hears him and laughs and you're just like 🙄 bc he's such a fucking pest

like how people at harry shows yell "take off your clothes" he would definitely do that and think he's sooo funny, then that night back at the hotel he's all "well? take them off 😌"

then you say "i don't think so... you acted like such a little slut out there, what makes you think you deserve to be touched?"

please he needs to see your boobs at all times, you're just cuddling on the couch and he turns his head and says "I miss them" and pushes your shirt up to put his hands on you 😌

he would be so turned on by your little groupie routine and he doesn't even know how to put it into words but the way you boss him around a little and the power trip you get from seeing him so needy and obedient... you're both very into it and it leads to some absolutely filthy sex 😌

he motions for you to flash him and you mouth back "you first" so he pulls up his shirt to show you the hoobies ❤️ you're laughing and turning away to keep singing and he's never been happier ❤️

he would make a sign that says "i banged the singer" and he wouldn't bring it because he doesn't want to go too far but when you get back to your dressing room he shows you the picture of it and he's so proud and thinks he's so funny 😭then you tell him to bring it next time, not thinking he actually will, but the next show rolls around and he's holding it proudly above his head 😌

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hooniiverse · 3 years

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𔘓⁩ the boyz reacting to you coming out !

a/n: requested by anon <3

[ something was different when you woke up today. maybe it was the fact that pride month had only just started, that gave you some newfound courage. and that's how you ended up here, in front of your boyfriend, finally coming out to him ]

⋆ ࣪. 〣 — 𔘓⁩ SANGYEON

his leader instinct is definitely showing lol

you're not even that scared to tell him because you know there's not a single cell in his body that could ever discriminate anyone

hugs you very tightly and repeatedly tells you how proud he is of you for telling him

just like you thought, he is gonna be so sweet about it, you feel like crying

read the other members' reactions under the cut !

⋆ ࣪. 〣 — 𔘓⁩ JACOB

similar to sangyeon, you know that jacob wouldn't hurt a fly and would never be able to judge you, ever !

he was literally sooo understanding when you told him, it made you feel so so loved

jacob literally shed a tear when you told him

you were having a little moment which was more than wholesome uwu

⋆ ࣪. 〣 — 𔘓⁩ YOUNGHOON

the softest bean on planet earth™

you have been acting very weird the past days so he was quite worried when you wanted to talk to him

his instinct told him that something was off about this whole situation, the worry was written all over his precious face

you quietly sit with him on your kitchen floor which only makes him worry more

at some point, younghoon is so scared that he starts crying because he thinks you want to break up with him

you take note of that and quickly explain yourself

"omg hoonie, i'm not breaking up with you, i just wanted to tell you that i am [ insert your sexual orientation here ] ! "

cries even more because he feels so proud uwu

⋆ ࣪. 〣 — 𔘓⁩ HYUNJAE

you didn't mean for him to figure out the way that he did

you had been planning on telling him but before you could, a "friend" of yours told him

not hearing from him ever since, you thought he had turned his back on you and didn't want anything to do with you anymore

however, you didn't expect what was coming

coming home from work, you didn't expect your friends, including hyunjae to jump up and congratulate you on your coming out

mf really planned a whole coming out party

standing there stunned, you began to cry

jae is quick to hug you tight and kiss you on your nose lovingly

"the people who aren't comfortable with your honesty and you being a proud member of the lgbtq+ community, clearly aren't worth it. i am utterly proud of you"

⋆ ࣪. 〣 — 𔘓⁩ JUYEON

another soft moment uwu

you were laying in bed, cuddling and listening to the heart beat of your boyfriend

you just couldn't seem to fall asleep as this one thing has been bugging your mind for days

"ju, i've been meaning to tell you something"

already half in his slumber, he looks at you lovingly, wondering what the hell was so important that you needed to tell him at 3 am

when you told him, he lovingly stroked your hair and hugged you tighter

"your sexuality doesn't define you, you're still the same amazing person that you were before coming out, it doesn't change a thing"

⋆ ࣪. 〣 — 𔘓⁩ KEVIN

kevin had always been your safe place and you always told him everything about you

kevin has been aware for a long time that you were struggling to come to terms with your sexuality, due to people around you not showing much support towards people that aren't like the "norm"

countless of times he had to comfort you when tears were streaming down you face, asking why you had to be different from everyone else

knowing that, it is understandable that he started crying when you, for the first time, openly and proudly told him and acknowledged that you finally accepted yourself for being different, for being yourself

he is a literal mess which leads you both to cry tears of happiness and relief

"i love you so, so much"

⋆ ࣪. 〣 — 𔘓⁩ CHANHEE

you were literally soooo nervous to tell him

you were shaking and almost near tears, the words barely left your mouth

chanhee only replied with "yeah, i know. i sensed it a loooong time ago"

wow you were this nervous for what? for him to tell you that he already knew

doesn't wanna make a big deal out of it because it doesn't change who you are as a person

"take your time. tell me more about it when you're ready, i won't force you to say anything !"

⋆ ࣪. 〣 — 𔘓⁩ CHANGMIN

he overheard it when you were on a phone call with your best friend who you've just come out to

at first he thinks it was your friend that was coming out, but turns out it was you

he's gonna be a little bit confused because he doesn't quite understand

but once you officially tell him, he's so so supportive of you and does his best to educate himself about it to not say anything wrong

"love is love but i hope you still love me the most" what a cocky mf

⋆ ࣪. 〣 — 𔘓⁩ HAKNYEON

things haven't been going the best for you lately and hak was well aware of it

you had always been very insecure and trying to find yourself, your true self

seeing how much you were struggling, he thought of things he could do to make you feel better about yourself

one night he caught you crying to sleep

"i hope you realize that i won't ever be in your way and will support your decisions"

at that moment you couldn't figure out what he meant but you understood when he sent you a song via text

haknyeon really wrote a song for you, you truly were lucky to have him as your boyfriend

only then you understood that hak was well aware of your sexuality and that you didn't have to hide anymore

big big uwu

⋆ ࣪. 〣 — 𔘓⁩ SUNWOO

just like in hyunjaes case, you didn't mean for him to find out like ... this

unfortunately, your - homophobic - parents found out about your sexuality and immediately kicked you out, leaving you with no place to stay

seeing no other option than to ask your boyfriend for shelter, you ended up crashing by on sunwoos couch

crying so hard that your words were inaudible, he couldn't figure out why on earth you were crying so hard

when you finally calmed down and managed to tell him that your parents kicked you out because of your sexuality, he froze

"i'll go get all your things, you're living with me from now on, baby"

there couldn't have been a better response to your coming out

⋆ ࣪. 〣 — 𔘓⁩ ERIC

there was no need to tell him, he already knew

you had no idea that he was aware that you weren't straight

you only found out when he sent you a text at the start of pride month

"it's pride month for a reason, baby. be proud of who you are, doesn't matter if you haven't fully figured it out or told anyone yet"

you instantly broke down in tears replying with

"god, hand in the marriage papers already"

#the boyz #the boyz imagines #the boyz fic #the boyz reactions #the boyz fluff #tbz #tbz x reader #tbz reactions #tbz fanfic #tbz imagines #tbz fluff

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loudestcloud · 3 years

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Time for Luffy's fashion exam! Now, I'll be honest, I did skip an outfit because I decided I will be ending this whole thing with the Strawhat fashion show in Episode of Luffy. Also, sorry for the posting gap, I remembered I have other unfinished post sets. That being said, this is a very long one so let's do this!

Kid Luffy, Post-Enies Lobby & Fish-Man Island: I think it's super cute when Luffy has white t shirts with red based logos because it reminds me of the first picture. Makes him look baby plus, they can always be found in cute domestic EPs or fun, cute flashbacks. The shorts change over time and that's also kinda cute, a range of cuffs is a nice change up. It's nice to see the red contrast the blue shorts and the white is a nice color on him cos it contrast his hair!

Romance Dawn, Enies Lobby, Thriller Bark, Sabaody Archipelago, Amazon Lily, Marineford & last Dressrosa outfit: This look is the pre Luffy look. It's the pre Timeskip look everyone thinks of is cuffed shorts, Kimono sandels and sleeveless vest (and Strawhat, obviously) but have you ever seen them all in a line? It's mad. Each outfit is the same basic look bit more are more spicy each time! I like the Thriller Bark and Sabaody Archipelago looks a little bit more cos it's nice to see that jacket open and it feels like he was trying something new. I also feel that the buttons on the jacket look like the ones on Shanks' pegged ankle sailor pants when we first see him so that's cool. (it took me hours to find the name for his trousers, oh my fucking god) The last Dressrosa outfit feels like a nice callback to the rest of the line up here without being too much cos it's just a red vest top instead and I do find it funny it's like the Enies Lobby and it's used in Dressrosa because of the jokes people make about Robin and Law being so similar.

Timeskip: This is it lads, it's the one true icon itself, the post look! ☺️ When I sit back and look at it I see all the people this look is influenced by and want to cry at how masterful it really is. (Now, I do wanna say that I didn't come up with this nor am I the first to say it and I am definitely probably looking too much into this but) The yellow belt is taken from Shanks' red belt the first time we see him and the Shanks look Luffy is more familiar with. Now onto the jacket. I know it won't stand out as to why for most but it's Ace inspired! When Ace leave to become a pirate, the start of his adventure, he has his jacket open and Luffy having his jacket open also shows his scar from the ending of Ace's adventure. I also really appreciate how no one hides scars in this anime. Also, someone said that the style of the jacket and it's fancy frills could be in reference to Sabo's little jabot collar and honestly I do see it. it's quite subtle unlike Shanks' but not as hard to catch as Ace's so I enjoy thinking that it's there too. Lastly, he still has his cuffed shorts and kimono sandels because it's still Luffy's outfit at the end of the day and he is still who is is, just with a stronger appreciation of what people have done for him now. It's also his colour pallette for the pure fact he is the main character n needs his pallet. also sometimes he just has normal wooden sandels but the same outfit sometimes, it's a small detil a lot of people overlook but I prefer the sound of his Kimono sandels 😊

Dressrosa: I love this outfit cos it's stilly but also has very nice vibes. Looks ready for the beach but is really throwing hands and that's the best kind of outfit, it's a nice expectation subversion tbh. I also like how he tried to hide the Straw hat but not... All of it? And I love how the crew didn't actually question it either. It would have been super easy for one of them to just tell him to leave it behind or something but I do really love how respectful they always are of the hat. I myself have a hat that's super important to me and when I loose it I go mad.

Whole Cake Island: I love this arc for outfits! I swear if the actual content of it doesn't kill me, the act looks will 😭 it's all so magical and it knows it is! Like I said before, white is a good color on him as he has black hair but for the same reason, so is black! In this arcs outfit range, the Staw hat seems almost invisible and his outfit gets less and less 'Luffy' as the arc gose on showing this is not about him. He's not the focus of this arc and you can see that in a lot of the outfits thb. I also like the lack of blue and yellow, 2/3 of his colors as Sanji is often associated with those too as we've talked about before. Also, I like the little red strips on the white jacket with the gold buttons, idk why and I think it's nice that the last 2 outfits are so simple in general, it's a nice look for him. oh, what's that? A Pink jabot? Your killing me Lu, straight up killing me here lil' bro! Side note, is this the first time in canon Luffy has worn a suit jacket or is it the only time I've noticed? Cos DAMM!! Shits sick as fuck and I actually love that when wearing a suit jacket as such he always keep short on 😆

Spa Island, Z's Ambition & Strong World: WHOS READY FOR A RELAXING SUNNY DAAAYY!? (pun not intended but very much enjoyed) I actually adore the fact Luffy still tries to go swimming cos it was his favourite thing to do as a kid so like fuck Luffy is gonna give up on that. He's got his safety measures ready, what more do you want from him? I mean I personally want him not to swim with his hat on cos it's litrally Staw and that's not good for water but anyway Z's Ambition, am I right!? The top is so fucking cute and I just noticed those shorts are also ✨designer✨ fancy man!! Now, the pic of Zoro is the one I missed out before and it's also from Z's Ambition. I love that Luffy has the shark top but Zoro has the ocean shorts. I really love Zoro in this purple cos and thick white stripes really work with the ocean waves. It's really well put together and hes got dark brown sandels on to off set all the white but keep the purple from being a stand out color, it's cool! Than the last Luffy looks like he's at a fashion show. It looks like the shorts come from a kids set the shark top belongs to. Imagine those together, it'd be so cute. However, it isn't an ocean patten, those are clouds cos Nami has a bikini top with the same pattern in Skypiea and it's actually one of my favourites for her.

Boss Luffy Historical Special! This filler AU is so much fun, I think any it a lot. He has his hair up in that super cute and useless way that doesn't actually do much but I do have my hair like that a lot n it's just... nice? Idk, it's strange buy I like he did that. I really enjoy his Kimono more that the actual Wano one cos it's a lot more simple look. The Sai being tucked in in that way is also cool but kinda makes it look like it's stabbing him a bit 👁️👄👁️. I like the pin strips being like a faded purpleish cos if you just glance at it, it makes it look it fuzzy. The belt also looks very nice with the middle ligter bit. It really feels like the Wano one was inspired by this is a way cos of the color matches. Like, it's probably not but still.

3D2Y, Adventure of Nebulandia 😍 & Heart of Gold: Hat-less Luffy is both a sin and a blessing. Regardless, I LOVE OP BOYS IN HOODIES!! I had to show you this specific the 3D2Y because we don't see the hood and it's soooo cute cos it a paw 😍 but also 😬 cos it's like... Kuma's paw the thing that cause 3D2Y in the first place. But that's also why it's so cool at the same time and AHHHHHH 😄 Now! On to Nebulandia! I really like this movie but also in canon, how does he have that jumper? Who made it for him and can I have one? It's Usopp flag design so I guess it could be him but he doesn't seem the type. Point is I want one. Last of this set is some really cosy outfits!! "How much fur?" "Yes" am I right? Like the first one is sooooo cosy with all the fur! Plus, a funky new bamboo hat, always a good thing to have a new hat. I appreciate that you can see the zips on these too. Then the orange turtle neck one with little fluffy bits is just here cos it's so out of his usual looks, I had to at least mention it.

Strong world & Film Z: The shorts on the first one are really cute cos it's a light rosey pink with red fur and just a plain solid dark blue colour jacket works really well. Not to mention the fact he has a super cute orange and yellow flight helmet hat with goggles on under the Staw hat. The 2 bag straps also make an X which is a nice detail. The 2nd outfits in this movie are super fuckin cool ngl. It's so strange to see them all dress in black and have guns but I like the red shirt for him with the yellow highlighted parts. Makes the Straw hat actually work with the outfit instead of ignoring it. Film Z brings us the same flight helmet hat just brighter and without the goggles but also opens with this T-Shirt and Luffy being silly with it. I think that's the only reason to mention it, it's funny. Then the obligation pirate outfit, always stunning plus the meat belt.

Film: Gold & Stampede (also used in Cidre Guild): these are my top 3 Luffy outfits no matter what else I see. I love the straw cowboy hat sooooo much cos it's very Luffy. I like the balls they has as a team to choose white for all of them, considering they are all quite messy people, living for that dad shirt and I like the Golden chain around his neck but am always confused as to why it was never used against him. Like dude could and should have tried to choke him at least once, right? Anyway, the dress! Now, the dress isn't actually that good but it's my favourite because it shows how Luffy has no fucks about gendered things. On to of that, a big pink flower is wonderful and look at his confidences in it, he's so proud of it the boom, Nami told him he can't wear it! Lastly, the Stampede outfit!!! Just like the Nebulandia jumper, I have no idea who made it but it's irrelevant cos it's beautiful and I want it so badly. I like that it's white and red stripes, gives thenprefect vibes for Stampedes opening. The shirt is actually too big for him, you can see on his arms but it's actually super cute. I love the simple look of these shorts then the fact his yellow belt is replaced with white bandages and the black on the kimono sandels are now red? It's such a simple pallet and it's truly the best!

I also just wanna add, I think it's really cute when Luffy has the Straw hat on his back just cos his hair is really cute. Idk why, it's looks kinda cursed but cute at the same time

This post took 2 weeks or so to make and we made listening to the complete BNHA soundtrack, film gold OST and Sonic generations vol.1

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nct ot21 reaction to: being dared to kiss their crush on 'truth or dare'

part 2: nct dream

nct 127|wayv

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summary: you have been friends for quite some time now, you aren't besties but for sure you have a nice friendship and connection. You hang out to eat and stuff with the same group of friends, sometimes just the two of you talk and have good conversations.

renjun

i feel like renjun likes to study the person he is attracted to. Even tho he is young he doesn't wants to be to someone who is really chill about relationships so it takes him quite some time to fall for someone. That's why you captivated him since he met you, you were kind nice and always interested in what he had to say.

jisung texts you inviting you to come over to their dorm were they are going to hang out and have dinner with some friends, you accept and proceed to get ready. At the moment you arrive you realize you are gonna see renjun and you get excited and smiley. You enter the dorm and greet the members who are sitting at the floor, renjun looks at you but immediately turns his head avoiding doing eye contact and not even saying hi to you. You start feeling uncomfortable and upset.

"Hey, let's play 'truth or dare'" Jeno says excited, everyone agrees, you aren't really feeling like it but you agree as well. It's been 10mins since the game started and the craziness of the members makes you laugh a lot and forget about how renjun was avoiding you.

the bottle stops at renjun and you have not other option than looking at him. "Truth or dare.? Jeno asks him. "I pick dare." Renjun says with a smile. "You have been kinda weird with each other the whole night." Jeno says while looking at you. "I dare you to kiss y/n, i hope like that the tension between you two ends." Jeno says winking. Renjun looks at you nervous but proceeds to move in front of you. He doesn't say a word and starts kissing you, you were shocked trying to process the whole. You think about what was he acting so weird the whole night and about how you didn't wanted this to end. His lips felt like heaven, you felt like you were dreaming. You decide to stop the kiss and renjun looks at you. "I'm sorry if I've been avoiding you the whole night. I spent the whole night last night thinking about you and how much i liked you, but at the moment you came in i became nervous because i don't know if you feel the same as me." He says while looking at the floor. "Of course i feel the same as you, that's why I've been trying to talk to you the whole night." You say sounding upset. "I'm sorry for acting like an idiot. Can i makeup for it taking you on a date tomorrow?" He says with a shy smile. "I'll love too." You respond him with a comforting smile.

jeno

jeno gives me a vibe that he doesn't falls easily for someone, he is kinda picky and wants someone who he knows is worth spending his time with and also sharing the purest sides of him. Since he met you he liked the fact that you respected his quiet personality and always approached to him in a kind way without pressuring him.

you just arrived to seoul after a long vacation so you decide to throw a little party to see your friends again, you are lowkey doing this since you have missed jeno so much and you want to see him so bad !! You are hoping he shows up and doesn't have a tight schedule or something.

you are sitting near the front door so you can receive all of your guests, you hear the door knock and you go to it, for your good luck is jeno with the rest of dream. You greet them with a sweet smile trying to hide your excitment by seeing jeno. They hand you welcome gifts that they bought for you and it makes you flustered. While you are talking your friends pushes you all to your living obligating you to play 'truth or dare', you sit besides jeno giving each other shy smiles here and there. The whole thing goes really well and you are all enjoying yourselves.

the bottle spins and stops right in front of jeno, he laughs in the sweetest way what makes your heart spins. "Ooooh jeno, truth or dare?" Haechan says playfully. "I pick dare." Jeno says with his characteristic smiley eyes. "I think you should take a risk tonight, i dare you to kiss y/n." Haechan says teasing his member.

jeno smiles at you scratching his head, he proceeds to grab your face with both of his hands. He starts kissing you and turns into a complete different person, it didn't felt like the guy with the sweet eye smile. He slides his tongue inside of you playing with yours, he is passionate, romantic and sweet, you heart beats faster and you feel like you are out of your mind. You push him slightly in sign of end the kiss and he understands. He separates from you and gives you a sweet smile. "I'm sorry it went like this, I've waiting for this so long that i couldn't hold back." He says firm. "Im completely okay with this, i really liked it." You say to him smiling. "Okay, then we should go out tomorrow and continue it." He says with a flirty smile. "I'm down for that." You say following his game.

haechan

haechan seems to be really extrovert, talkative and open, but on the inside when he likes someone he approaches carefully until he feels like the other person is comfortable with him and think about him as a friend.

nct are celebrating their 5th year of debut and decided to do a little party to celebrate it, inviting the rest of nct members and their closets friends. Renjun texted you two days ago inviting you and telling you that haechan really wanted you to go and is excited to see you but was shy about it. You smile while reading the message and accept the invitation.

you arrive to the party and find mark in the entrance, you congratulate him and he didn't even lets you talk and grabs your hand leading you to the circle of people sitting on the floor, you try to ask what are they doing but you sit anyways. "Look, here is haechan, talk to him while we start the game." Mark says excited while standing and leaving you in the spot right next to haechan.

you feel how your whole face becomes red while you try not look at the boy next to you. "Oh, hi y/n i was waiting for you." He says smiling. "Well, no i wasn't waiting for you, i thought you weren't coming because it was late, so i was waiting but no because i was waiting for you specifically." He says now in panic and nervous. You laugh at his adorable expression. "I understand, don't worry i was gonna come anyway." You say to him smiling. "Yes, what matters is that you are here now." He says with heart eyes giving a warm smile. You both stop looking at each other since you are flustered and blushing so keep smiling trying not to look at the other.

you discover that the game you are playing is 'truth or dare' what makes you a little bit nervous but you try to keep calm, as long as they don't make you do anything weird you are okay. The bottle spins one more time and stops in front of haechan, he acts excited and playful for his members. "Haechanie, truth or dare?" Jungwoo asks. "Come on, pick dare of not it's no gonna be entertaining." Jaemin says pouting playfully. "Okay, i know you want me to entertain you all because I'm the best of the party." He says confident making everyone laugh. "I pick dare." Jaemin smiles satisfied.

"I dare you to-" jungwoo says but gets interrupted. "Wait, wait, wait, i'll do it. You own me one lee donghyuck." Taeil says with a playful evil smile. "I dare you to kiss y/n." He finally says. Haechan is sitting next to you so he immediately looks at you, you nod your head in sign of agreement. "Okay, here i go." Haechan says in a calm voice. He softly grabs your face with both of his hands, he starts kissing you slowly, you close your eyes and continue the kiss. Haechan lips felt so soft and safe, you felt like you were eating the sweetest candy. It might last seconds but you felt like it was forever. He slowly separates for you while giving you a warm smile, you smile at him back. The game continues. "Hey, i really enjoyed it. I was wondering if you wanted to play games with me tomorrow." He whispers to your hear. You feel like blushing. "Yes, i would love too." You say while looking at him. "Okay! So it's a date then." He tells you playfully making you laugh.

jaemin

jaemin is direct and straight forward when he likes some, he tries to drop hints here and there to see if you can catch them. He is always flirty and tries to spend a lot of time with you and it just makes you both be soooo into each other.

dream members are celebrating jaemin's birthday, you are excited to attend and even spend weeks trying to find the perfect gift. You have liked jaemin for such a long time now but sometimes he confuses you so you aren't sure if you should confess or not, he always throwing hints but you aren't sure if he actually wants to be in a relationship, so you just hold back.

you arrive to the party and jeno opens the door for you inviting you to come in, you ask for jaemin and he tells you he is in the living room, you approach there and find him talking to some of his friends. "Hello! Happy birthday, i got something from you!" You tell him while handing him the gift. "Oh my god! You didn't have to, thank you so much." He says excited while giving you a hug. You feel how you start blushing.

you are talking and chenle grabs your wrist. "Let's play 'truth or date'." He says grabbing you to a spot on the floor. "Jaemin-ah, since it's your birthday you go first." Chenle says. "Truth or dare?" Chenle asks with a smile. "Dare of course." Jaemin says with a confident vibe, which makes him look even more attractive. "Okay, i'll give you a birthday gift. I dare you to kiss y/n." Chenle says with a playful laugh. You start blushing and your palms start sweating.

"Okay." Jaemin says with cero trail of nervousness. He instantly grabs your face and starts kissing you wildly, you feel how all the feelings you have been hiding all this time are finally coming out. You play with his hair and get closer to him making the kiss deeper. He stops the kiss and separates from you. "Take this as a gift too." He winks and gives a playful smile. "I hope you know now how i feel about you." He says staring into your eyes. "Yes, i think now i got all the signs." You say while biting your bottom lip.

chenle

chenle seems like he would try to get close to their crush and be talkative, he would try to show his interests. He would be into all the things this person is talking about, listening carefully and paying attention to them. He would try to be their friends so thet can be comfortable with each other.

you are invented at your friends house who is throwing a little party for their birthday, you put on an outfit and makeup and head to the party. You enter the house greeting all of your friends feeling happy that you know everyone in there. "Hey, why don't we play 'truth or dare', come on it's fun." You say excited clapping your hands. Everyone agrees and leads to the living room to sit in a circle. While everyone is finding a spot to sit on you look up and find out that chenle is right there in front of you with the rest of dream, they are all sitting as well. You feel how you start sweating and blushing, but you try not to look nervous. You have liked chenle for a ling time now but he is just so nice and friendly that you don't want to confess and ruin the friendship.

chenle finally finds you and waves at you while smiling, you wave too giving a smile back. The start games and you all laugh and have a good time. Now the bottle stops pointing at chenle. "Truth or dare." One of your friends asks chenle. "I'll go dare." Chenle says enthusiastic. "Well, you seem to be nice friends with y/n so is not gonna be weird if you kiss, right?" Your friend says teasing. You immediately start regretting the second you say to start playing that game, you wanted to slap yourself.

"So i dare you to kiss y/n." Your friend says while pointing at you. You start swearing in your head, your palms at swearing and you try to hide you nervousness but your laugh doesn't really helps you. Chenle approaches to your spot and looks right into your eyes, he grabs your right cheek softly with his hand and starts kissing you. He is so sweet and caring turning it into the sweetest kiss ever. You feel how your palms stop sweating and your heart is in calm now. The kiss ends and he looks at you. "We didn't get to say hi properly but this was a good way to greet you." You both give a shy laugh. "Look, i know this is random and this isn't the moment for it but i really like you and I've wanted to tell you since a few weeks ago but i didn't knew how." He says smiling. "It's okay, i feel the same, i like you too. I hope we can go out after this." You say smiling back at him. "I'll love to take you on a date." He says now flirting.

jisung

jisung seems like a really friendly and soft baby, you always hanging out and being with same group of friends and even tho he is a little introvert and shy you always go to him first and making him comfortable, at the end of the day he always ends up telling you funny stories and you laugh together. His kind and friendly personality it's what makes you like him everytime more, and you hope he feels the same someday.

you enter the party, you hesitated a lot to come because you aren't a fan of them, but because this is haechan's birthday party there was no way jisung wasn't going to be there. You know jisung isn't a big fan of parties either but since it's his friends birthday and also his members were going to be there he was definitely going to be present.

you look around trying to find jisung so can go and talk to him, you find him at the food table grabbing some snacks, he looks everywhere looking like the cutest lost puppy.

you are about to walk in his direction when your girl friend grabs your wrist and says "hi y/n, we are playing 'truth or dare', come sit!" you are startled and confused but you end up sitting in the circle of people. you see jisung who is standing at the other side of the circle staring at everyone while looking shy amd nervous. "yah! park jisung, come here, let's play." haechan says while grabbing jisung's pant and the rest of dream members are convincing him to join. he looks soft and nervous but decides to sit next to his friends. you are worried expecting that no one makes jisung feel uncomfortable.

you are both enjoying the game and laughing at everyone's reactions but the bottle hasn't pointed at any of you. suddenly the bottle points at jisung and he looks shooked, with his eyes wide open and pointing at himself not believing what is happening. you become kinda nervous to see what is gonna happen. "so jisungie... truth or dare." haechan says smiling and fluttering his eyelashes playfully. jisung scratches his head and grins his mouth nervously "mmm, i think i will go... dare!" he says firmly yet kinda shy. everyone and in the room goes "ooooh" does to jisung unexpected choice.

dream members gather together, excluding jisung, they whisper and laugh, when they split again chenle and jaemin look at you without discretion and laugh excitedly. "well, i dare you to kiss our beautiful friend right here, y/n!" haechan says confident and cheerful. you feel like you started blushing and becoming a real life tomato. "come on, just a little tiny peck jisungie." jaemin says smiling brightly. jisung stares at you smiling shyly and goes to the middle, your body wasn't reacting but you ended up going to the middle as well.

you are in front of each other. "hey, you don't have to do this if you don't want to". you say to his ear while smiling. "it's okay, i want to". jisung says making you feel even more nervous. he comes closer to you until your lips slowly connect and it turns into the softest kiss ever, you felt so happy that this was finally happening.

you separate and smile at each other shyly. "y/n, i've always liked you, i wanted to tell you but i wasn't sure how, thank you for always taking care of me". he says smiling. "i like you too, and don't worry i will always be here for you."

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heartbreakerholland · 6 years

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lunchtime losers [p.p.]

Summary: Peter Parker was one of your best friends in high school, but there were moments that made you question who exactly he could be to you. Here are a few of those moments you spent in Midtown, trying to figure things out year by year.

Word count: 6.8k

Warnings: mentions of underaged drug use, mild swearing, open ended. . . ending(?), unedited

Disclaimer: i cannot stress enough that you shouldn't do drugs/alcohol while underaged. i know high school is weird and everybody might seem to be experimenting with new things, but i promise there'll be a time and place where it's appropriate to do so. i am in no way glamorizing/romanticizing (underaged) drug use, even if it's such a small portion of this fic. drug/alcohol abuse is very serious, even as a teenager when it doesn't seem like you're abusing it.

A/N: i have some pointers! this is a different writing style compared to what i've posted before. i've written like this back when i first started writing fanfiction years ago and quite frankly, i don't even like it that much, so i'm very iffy about this. this is based off of my own experience with getting to know my feelings about a good friend, and a lot of the scenes in here are closely accurate to what's actually happened in my life. the only part that i can say is 100% pure imagination is the ending, which i know will probably make a lot of you frustrated ☺️ (it's because i still haven't told this person my feelings for him oops) ANYWAYS this is written in a very one sided perspective, but i tried to write in a way that you can read between the lines and get a little idea of what peter’s feelings are too. a lot of peter’s and the reader’s feelings are told merely through action and dialogue and less of actual explaining, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless 💞

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Freshman Year

"This has been going on for weeks," Michelle muttered to you. "If the tension at the table gets any worse, then I'm not sitting with you guys anymore."

You stepped out of the lunch line with your tray in hand, following MJ to stand away from the crowd of students. Looking behind her, you watched Peter and Ned enter the lunch room and sit down at your usual table.

You rolled your eyes. "I already told you. Maybe Peter likes me and maybe I like him back, but he's always been one of my closest friends. I don't want to ruin that."

She scoffed and began walking towards the table with you at her side. "So? You can date and still be friends—"

"But what about when we break up? We either stay friends or never talk to each other again. I'm not risking it."

You knew she would have said more, but the two of you already made it to your table. You took place in your usual seats, Michelle next to Ned and you across from them, next to Peter. You set your backpack on the ground underneath the bench where everyone sat. Without thinking about it, you handed Peter your chocolate milk carton and apple sauce, while he slid over his fruit snacks that May always packed for him. It was a routine; you always got those because you didn't like eating it but you knew Peter did, and Peter never told May that he doesn't like fruit snacks because you loved eating them.

MJ narrowed her gaze at you during the interaction, but you chose to ignore her. It was nothing more than a routine.

"Y/N, Michelle," Ned said. "Please tell Peter that he's being stupid.”

Without missing a beat, you and MJ repeated Ned's words at the same time.

Peter glanced between the two of you with mock surprise. "You didn't even know what we were talking about!"

MJ shrugged, taking a bite out of her food. "Don't have to. You're always stupid, Parker."

He put a hand over his chest. "I'm hurt, guys. I really am."

You chuckled but said nothing more, allowing your three friends to carry the conversation while your mind wandered.

You tried your best to pinpoint the moment you began liking Peter as more than a friend, but your heart wasn't into it.

All you could really tell was when you became more conscious of how close you always sat with him, thighs glued to the side and elbows never coming apart. You blamed it on the lunch table crowded with other students on either side of your friend group, giving you absolutely no space for Jesus in between.

You would catch yourself staring, taking note of his mannerisms and how his light brown hair always seemed to bounce whenever his head moved. You decided you noticed those things because of how long you've been friends with him.

You realized you always watched for his reaction first before seeing the others' after you said something funny, but you told yourself it was only because you valued his opinion the most.

You tried taking note of his flaws in hopes that it would get rid of whatever those feelings were. His hands were always clammy, his backpack was so big that you weren't sure how he didn't topple over when it was on his back, and sometimes he'd spit a little when he talked a lot. (For some reason, those things didn't push you away like you wanted.)

You felt a kick from under the table, bringing you back to the cafeteria. You looked up to be met with Michelle's glare, who signaled you to check your phone. Reaching into your pocket, you took your phone out and looked at the screen under the table.

Michael Jackson: if u keep staring at peter then he might actually notice for once

You gave MJ a look, who was the one who sent the text, and put your phone away. You didn't realize you'd been mindlessly eating until you felt full. You slid your food to Peter, who began eating the rest of it without second thought. (He always ate his lunch first then whatever you couldn't finish as well.) Routine.

Before you could actively participate in the conversation, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch.

The four of you rose from the long table, gathering your trash to throw it away. You slouched over to grab your bag from where you put it.

"Here ya go," Peter said from behind.

You turned around to see him holding up your backpack for you.

"Oh, thanks," you smiled, swinging the backpack over your shoulders.

He returned the smile. "You going to your locker?"

"Like always, Pete."

"Alright," he slowly backed away. "See you in five?"

You nodded and began walking the other direction, where your locker was. Michelle followed Peter to the band room while Ned decided to accompany you on your short walk.

"Soooo, Y/N," he said suggestively. "That dance is coming up."

You groaned. "I thought the four of us were just going to sleep over at MJ's that night?"

You stopped in front of your locker, opening it to grab a textbook for one of your classes later in the day. You grabbed one of Peter's hoodies that he left in there, knowing it would be cold in the band room. (You had a locker in one side of the school while Peter had his own in the other side. You both agreed to share both, merely for convenience and nothing more.) Ned leaned on the locker next to yours, facing you.

He fiddled with his backpack straps. "You know how the school's making it a 'girls ask guys' kind of thing? Well, Michelle was thinking that maybe we should go! Like, she'll ask me and you can ask Peter—"

You raised a pointed finger at your friend. "I see what you're doing now," you accused him. You shut the locker and began walking towards the band room with Ned beside you. "I don't condone meddling, Leeds."

"But Y/N!" he said excitedly. "MJ and I know that you two like each other. You know that Peter likes you. He knows that you like him. You know that he knows that you like him. He knows that you know that he likes you. It's a win-win!"

You sighed. "You're making it sound more complicated than it actually is."

The two of you made it to the band room and Ned opened the door for both of you to walk in. You both headed to retrieve your instruments, with other students swarming by.

"You're making it actually complicated! Look, Y/N. I'm not supposed to tell you this, but," he lowered his voice, "if you don't ask Peter to the dance, then he's gonna ask you."

You froze, holding your instrument case in the air. "What?" You regained yourself and set the case down, facing Ned. "No, Ned. No. Listen. I'll tell you what I told Michelle, okay? I just want to be Peter's friend—"

"But you like him!"

"But I don't want to do anything about it. It's just a crush—it'll pass. I treasure our friendship more than having a crush that won't last forever."

Ned raised and dropped his arms exasperatedly, giving up.

Michelle popped up, seeming chipper than usual. "Hey guys, we're practicing for contest today," she said. "What're you talking about?"

"It's not gonna happen, MJ," Ned sighed. He grabbed his instrument and trudged away, leaving you two alone since the rest of the students seem to have gone in their respective practice rooms already.

Michelle put her hands on her hips and stared at you, her attitude changing back to normal. "Why not, Y/N? Are you scared or something?"

You sighed. You turned around and headed the same direction Ned went, with MJ following closely behind. "No, I'm not scared. Can you guys please stop meddling? I just don't want anything to happen, and that's it."

The two of you stopped in front of your designated practice room, the door closed. You peeked through the small window in the door, seeing the boys were already in there, oblivious to you and MJ on the other side.

"Why not?" Michelle asked. "You'll regret not ever knowing what could have been—"

"No, that's the thing," you interjected. You were tired of hearing these talks about Peter, and it was beginning to show. "I know that I won't regret it. I can daydream about 'could-have-beens' with Peter all my life, and I'll be fine with that. I don't want to lose him, and if that means that I can't be with him romantically, then that's what I'm gonna do. Having a crush is always temporary, Michelle. Peter's the kind of person that I want permanently in my life. Do you know what I mean now?"

She stared at you with a hint of sadness in her eyes, like she could see right through your words. See what, you weren't sure. After a skeptical moment, she took a breath, surrendering. "Alright, fine. I'll let him know that."

You took a breath of relief. "Thank you."

Michelle turned to open the door to the practice room, Ned and Peter welcoming the two of you in.

The practice room was small with the four of you and your instruments in it, meaning you'd be in close quarters with them—Peter specifically.

It was easy to pretend your feelings for Peter weren't there. It was easy to act like yourself despite the elephant in the room. Before the complications, you and Peter were glued together, so why treat him differently now?

Maybe you noticed him noticing you, watching your moves when you pretended you couldn't see where his line of sight was directed. Maybe you took note of him flinching back whenever you accidentally brushed against him, and how the sweat from his palms were more prominent on his instrument.

But it was easier to ignore those things, which is what made it easier for you to act like it never happened in the first place.

Sophomore Year

You weren't usually one to gloat, but damn it you were right about the situation with Peter and you told yourself that you should be happy about it.

Crushes were always temporary. Friendship could last forever.

Could.

Michelle and Ned eventually stopped bringing it up freshman year, and you figured Peter eventually stopped liking you as well.

The whole ordeal wasn't something any of you talked about, an unsaid truth never to be spoken. You refused to even think about those weird few months and how you felt during that time. You told yourself that having a mutual crush on your best friend wasn't something to think about.

You were just glad that you weren't the center of Peter's attention anymore. You knew this was true, mainly because his attention drifted to Liz Allen. The intelligent, breathtaking, lucky girl: Liz Allen.

Besides Peter's obvious crush on her, nothing changed.

"If you three weren't my only friends at this school," MJ said, "I'd stop eating lunch with you guys."

You followed her out of the lunch line after paying, just like the normal routine since last year. The two of you began walking across the cafeteria and towards the same table you've always sat at, with Ned and Peter already there. (The only difference nowadays was Peter sat next to Ned, and you and MJ sat across from them, so Peter could helplessly drool over Liz across the lunch room.)

You chuckled. "Me too, I think. . . It's because of Peter, huh?"

She groaned. "Duh. All he does is gush about her."

You laughed as you sat down next to Michelle, having finally made it to the table. Before even being able to look at your food, Peter began talking.

"She straightened her hair today, guys! She looks so different but still. . . so good."

Ned followed where Peter's eyes were, seeing it was true. Michelle faked a gag, which only you noticed.

The two of you ate your food in silence, which was something different compared to before Liz came in the picture. Peter also stopped bringing you fruit snacks and eating the food that you couldn't finish, as well as denying to take chocolate milk and apple sauce from you.

Sometimes you'd catch yourself missing those little things, but you told yourself it was only because of the change in what used to be normal. Before, normal was getting squished next to Peter and enjoying it, oddly realizing the days he switched between his cologne, and endless banter between the four of you. Now, normal was having to think of what to say to strike a conversation with him, rolling your eyes at his comments on Liz, and being vaguely aware of the few times he looked your way.

You would find yourself hurting, and you'd have to correct your thoughts and say it was only missing the past. There was no use in feeling sorry for yourself, though. Things happen, feelings change, and that was that. You were still friends with Peter in one way or another, and that's what you wanted, so clearly you had to be happy about things going your way.

"You guys are losers," Michelle told the boys, who were still fawning over the senior girl in the cafeteria.

Peter didn't seem to hear her, (he didn't seem to hear anything you and MJ said, nowadays), but Ned shrugged. "You're still friends with us," he replied.

That was true. You were still friends and that's what mattered. It was weird having to remind yourself of that fact, but it was still that: a fact.

"Hey, Y/N?" Peter spoke out of nowhere.

His voice fazed you. It was odd hearing him say your name now, especially after realizing he used to say it almost as often as he breathed.

"You know about girls, right?"

You and Michelle shared a glance, knowing where this was headed.

"I mean, I am a girl, so yeah," you said. You looked at him, but his eyes never seemed to have left the special girl seated somewhere behind you. You paid no mind to it, your eyes going over how his head was dreamily rested on his hand.

"Okay, so," he began. "Hypothetically speaking. . . If you're a senior, would you date a guy that's a sophomore?"

You rolled your eyes, but decided to mess with Peter. "Well, what's the guy like?"

Michelle snorted.

"He's, uhm. . . He's pretty smart. Really nice, I think—"

"He's a cutie!" Ned chimed in.

You shrugged. "Well, if that's all he has going for him. . ."

"No!" Peter retaliated. "He's really cool, and uh, thinks you're pretty! Yeah, you're pretty."

You felt your face heat up and you were glad that none of your friends were looking at you for once.

You were warned that the people you walk into high school with would never be the people you'd walk out of high school with. People grew apart and that was life, apparently. You didn't think those warnings would actually apply to you, though. You thought the four of you were too strong together to separate.

By the time sophomore year was halfway done, you were proved dearly wrong.

You thought Liz would be the only strain on your friendship with Peter, but his behavior drastically changed out of nowhere then suddenly he got an internship with Stark Enterprises. Peter was one of the smartest people you ever met, so you weren't surprised. If anything, the real surprise was he not only quit the only class he had with you—which was music—but he stopped even trying to talk to you.

You and Michelle decided to stop sitting with Peter and Ned during lunch.

"There he goes again," Michelle pointed.

You followed her gaze and saw that Peter was fawning over Liz again, which was weird considering he rarely showed up during lunch anymore.

It hurt. You knew that now. Missing Peter wasn't something you'd expect to feel, but lately? It's all you've felt.

You didn't have to miss MJ or Ned, because you still saw them and talked to them regularly. It was only Peter. Always Peter freaking Parker.

Maybe you took him for granted. You'd never thought that there'd come a day that you'd stop sharing food, sharing classes, sharing a conversation.

"No point in regretting it," you said aloud.

It was more for yourself than to Michelle. You made your decision on who Peter was to you, so it would only be a waste of time in wondering who he could have been.

Junior Year

Something changed sophomore year. Ned told you that Peter ditched the academic decathlon which resulted in him getting detention. That was something you never expected to hear, considering Peter was the perfect example of Midtown High's star student.

The beginning of junior year, you saw him in music. He stayed this time.

He seemed to be taking advantage of "conveniently" getting the same class like before. He made a point to talk to you again—during class and lunch—and it was like he never ditched you and MJ.

"Oh my God," you rolled your eyes. You aggressively turned your body to face Peter who sat beside you. "You just want to win! You're not even right!"

He looked at Ned and MJ sat in front of you two for help, but they only stared back with clear amusement. (The four of you assumed your usual seats from freshman year, so you would always get squished against Peter's side at lunch again.)

"It doesn't matter if I'm right!" he exclaimed with big hand gestures. "A debate is a debate! You could be right—I'm not saying you are—but I'm just better at debating than you."

Ned did a terrible job at hiding his laughter from the argument you were having with Peter.

This was something that you were happy you had the chance of getting used to again—not that you'd ever tell Peter that. As soon as the school year began and all of you sat together, not so playful yelling was all that accompanied the lunch table.

The dorky boy loved proving himself right, and you loved proving people wrong. As soon as the second week of sharing lunch in the cafeteria passed by, it would have been weird not to bicker with him like before.

Michelle slammed her book closed, startling the three of you to silence. "Look," she said, giving you and Peter a death glare. "Y/N, Peter has some good points—all only technical, but still good."

Peter thanked her and you huffed, upset MJ wasn't on your side.

"Shut up, Peter," she said. "Peter, Y/N's still right, and you're just gross."

"Ha!" you yelled, then rose from the table's bench and reached over to high-five Ned. (You were sure he'd side with either of you, but it was the thought that counts.)

Peter scoffed. "It's not that gross," he said, refusing to take Michelle's answer. "If you were on a deserted island with a bag of frozen chicken nuggets and no microwave, it would still be safe to eat them—"

"The directions say to microwave them for a reason, Peter!" you interrupted.

"It's already cooked!" he brought up, which was something he pointed out earlier in the conversation. "It's cooked before it's frozen, then you can just warm it up in the microwave—but that doesn't mean you have to—"

"Y'know what, fine," you said, slamming your hands down on top of the lunch table. "You can eat frozen chicken nuggets all you want, Peter. But I am going to warm mine up in the microwave like everybody else. And if you get some weird disease, don't come crying to me because I was right—"

"I won't come crying back to you! Because I'm still right!"

The bell rang, signaling the end of your lunch before you could put another word in. The four of you immediately rose, with MJ and Ned heading straight to the band room.

You reached down for your backpack, only not to find it where you left it. Turning around, Peter held it in the air for you to shrug on. Just like before.

The two of you silently walked side by side to your locker so you could switch out textbooks and get one of Peter's sweaters that he always "forgot" in there.

"How's that one guy doing?" Peter asked, one hand in his jean pocket with the other gripping his backpack strap.

You shrugged, opening your locker. He leaned against the locker next to yours, staring you down with his usual grin.

You'd be damned if you didn't say puberty was doing Parker well. You wouldn't have noticed it if he hadn't ditched you last school year, but he definitely got. . . toned, to say the least. He also learned how to use hair gel and walked around school with clothes that seemed to make him more confident.

You cleared the thoughts away. Those things were only noticeable because you were friends with him. Obviously.

"You mean Carlos?" you replied. You reached into the locker and sorted out what you needed to.

Peter nodded then grabbed the textbooks you had in your arms. You shut the locker and the two of you began your walk to the band room.

"I'm pretty sure he was flirting with me, which was nice," you told your friend. "But he stopped talking to me out of nowhere and hasn't even opened my messages since."

He scrunched his eyebrows. "Here, lemme see the messages."

Before you could reach in your back pocket for your phone, Peter beat you to it with his free hand. He unlocked it and went to the messages. While reading it, he chuckled.

"Seriously, Y/N?" he said, amused. "That's why he stopped replying! You called him 'dude!'"

You gave him a shocked look. "So what? I call everyone dude."

Making it to the band room, you opened the door and followed Peter in. He spoke while the two of you set down your belongings. "You friend-zoned him."

You scoffed. "I did not!"

He gave you a look. "Y/N. I've been friend-zoned enough times to know when somebody else is getting friend-zoned."

You rolled your eyes and turned around to get yours and Peter's instruments, but something felt off about what he said. You didn't really care about talking to Carlos, but what Peter said felt like it was partially directed to you. You didn't blame him, because you technically did friend-zone him. . . but that was two years ago! Clearly he let it go by now, because you definitely did.

Senior Year

You and Michelle stumbled inside her home, waving a goodbye to Peter—who dropped you two off—before shutting the front door.

"Dude," you turned to her. She looked at you with glazed eyes, but was still able to keep her focus. You continued, "I am so gone."

Both of you giggled, leaning on each other to take off your shoes and put aside your bags. MJ led you to a couch, retrieved water from the kitchen, then sat next to you. She chugged the water down with a hand clearly steadier than yours. "What do you mean?" she asked. Her eyes were bloodshot and droopy, but she looked put together for the most part.

You shrugged lazily, taking a sip of your water. "You've seen me smoke," you said to her. "I've been. . . chill, buzzed, whatever. But right now? I am high." Laughter interrupted whatever you could have said next, though you weren't sure if you had anything to say.

She laughed with you, still clearly having a good time despite being more sober. "Really?"

"Yeah," you nodded. "Like," you looked around the room, searching for the right set of words. "I haven't been this high in a while. . . Like, you've never seen me this gone."

"Ooh," she rubbed her hands together comically. "I'm excited."

You rubbed your eye, forgetting the makeup you had on. "Why?"

"Because!" she chirped up. "You know what they say? Drunk words are sober thoughts. Well, high words too, maybe."

You shook your head with a smile before drinking more water. You didn't mind letting loose with Michelle; you trusted her, which was why you smoked as much as you did in the first place. You were comfortable enough to allow her to see this side of you, even if there was the chance you might not remember any of it in the morning.

You helped each other up the stairs, having decided you should at least take off your makeup and change your clothes. (Thank God her parents weren't coming home that night.) By the time you both finished, you were seated comfortably on the couch once again, this time underneath one large blanket and with the television playing late night cartoons in front of you. A single lamp as well as the TV were your only light sources, which kept the living room in a dim glow.

"Can I be honest?" you spoke over the cartoons, startling Michelle. Neither of you were sobering up at all, but that fact didn't stop anything.

She nodded and turned off the TV. MJ turned to completely face you, giving you her attention. "Yeah," she said. "What's up?"

You began rambling without hesitation. "You know how Peter was at the game? Well, of course he was. He had to be because the band was playing for the football team and he's in band. . . But anyways, I didn't talk to him at all—he always seemed busy with somebody else—but I couldn't stop. . . I don't know. I caught myself looking for him a lot, like, to see if he moved around the bleachers or something."

Michelle nodded, allowing you to continue.

"Okay, well. . . I don't know, dude," you continued. "You remember how we had crushes on each other freshman year? Well—I don't think I have a crush on him, I swear—but I feel something. . . It's weird. He's one of my best friends but I know there's something stronger there."

She looked around the room thoughtfully, searching for a reply. "What do you feel?"

It was hard to think clearly and how to explain yourself; the only word that stayed in your head the entire time was his name. Peter, Peter, Peter.

You began rambling. As soon as the words left your mouth, you instantly forgot what they were, but that didn't stop you from talking. "Michelle, it's so weird. I've never really told you this but, remember when he had a crush on Liz? And when he ditched us for a while after that? I—I think I missed him. And not just as a friend. You know what, I don't know."

Peter, Peter, Peter.

You shook your hands in the air as if you could shoo your thoughts away.

You continued. "I care about him as a friend and stuff, but I don't think how I've felt about him is how I feel about other people, like you or Ned. It's different. Like, I don't want to lose him. I don't want him out of my life."

Peter, Peter, Peter.

You sighed. "When he was gone for the whole Stark Internship thing, it felt like I really lost someone. I mean, I don't have to talk to you or Ned for days—weeks, even—and I'll be fine. But when the same thing happened with Peter? I would feel so. . . lost."

Michelle nodded, staying attentive the entire time. There was a part of you that knew she wasn't high enough to forget any of this, though you were sure you wouldn't remember much.

"What do you want me to say?" she asked.

You shrugged, looking down at your hands. Peter, Peter. "What does it sound like to you? I don't know what I'm feeling is called, but it's definitely not just a friendly thing."

She stared at you for a moment, contemplating what to do next. "I'm not sure if this has anything to do with you two," she began, "but I think you should know. . . You know how you'd leave during lunch sometimes to go to the bathroom?"

You nodded, recalling the multiple occasions.

"Well," she continued. "Ned and I talked about it, and we noticed that Peter's not the same when you're gone, either. Like, he'd look so bored and would play games on his phone compared to when you're at the table and he'd never stop talking."

You imagined him doing so. "Huh."

"Yeah. . ." she said. "Let's just go to sleep, okay? Sleep on it, and I'll remind you whatever you forgot you said in the morning, alright? Then we can figure out what to do."

As soon as MJ said the word "sleep," you instantly realized how heavy your eyelids felt. You nodded at her proposal, and laid yourself down on the couch with her.

You weren't sure if your eyes were closed or if it was just that dark in the living room, but you were definitely thinking. You imagined the feeling of being brushed against Peter's body, whenever you sat next to each other or walked side by side in the school halls. He started driving recently, and for some reason you always got shotgun while MJ and Ned didn't hesitate to sit in the back. You could nearly feel your elbows touching when you both leaned on the console at the same time. You remembered the times he'd laugh around you, uncaring about how loud it might've been, as well as the fact that he said your name more times in one day than anybody else did in a whole month.

His absence sophomore year definitely put a strain on you. You loved Michelle and Ned to bits, but you were pretty sure you might've loved Peter in a different way.

Him being out of your life for that period of time was confusing but, at the same time, clearer than looking through a window. You managed to keep tabs on him even if it meant only scrolling through his Instagram or seeing how he'd hold himself across the hall. You knew then that you cared about that boy more than you ever cared for anyone else.

You were terrified of you two becoming more than friends because that meant you had a chance of it ending badly and never talking to him again. Staying friends meant staying safe.

It meant that you had more of a chance of him being with you, which is what you knew you always wanted. You knew you'd be happy, crush or not, as long as Peter was in your life the rest of the way.

Is that what it feels like to love?

You nervously rubbed your hands together, which gained odd looks from other students due to the warm New York weather. It was a few months after that fated night with Michelle, the day of the senior field trip. The entire senior class got to go into the city and do whatever they wanted for an entire school day.

Michelle coolly stood beside you, her hands in both her jacket pockets. "I'm excited," she admitted.

You squinted at her. "For what?"

An uncharacteristic smile broke her face. "You know! You're finally gonna confess your feelings to Parker. It's about time, honestly. Ned and I were beginning to think about calling off our deal we started freshman year—"

"Hey guys!" a voice chimed in from afar.

You gave MJ a look to stop talking about the subject, watching Ned and Peter walking towards you two.

"I am so excited," Ned said. You caught him giving Michelle a wink, which told you that she informed him of the "plan."

You would've groaned if Peter weren't standing right next to you.

"Me too!" Peter said obliviously. "I really want to check out that new pop culture museum."

A teacher announced for everyone to gather up and get inside the bus. The four of you sat in the back together, you and MJ sharing one seat while Peter and Ned were seated right in front of you.

"I'm scared of getting lost, honestly," Ned confessed a bit after the bus began moving.

Peter huffed his chest. "Don't worry, man! The internship," he winked at the three of you, "really let me get to know the city, so I'll know everywhere we go."

You and MJ rolled your eyes together. Peter had shared his secret about being Spider-Man with the two of you not too long after he got his license, only because his "spider senses were tingling" right before avoiding a crash.

"By 'everywhere' do you mean all the port-a-potty's?" you teased him.

Peter made a face. "That was one time! Ya use the bathroom once and that's when the paparazzi show up," he whispered to himself.

You were nervous for nearly the entire day due to the anticipation of confessing to Peter. It was hard figuring out when and where to do so; should you make a big deal out of it like one big crush proposal or just bring it up out of nowhere as if it were the most normal thing to say?

Decisions, decisions.

The four of you were inside the new Museum of Pop Culture, wandering around aimlessly with offhand remarks for everything in the exhibits.

"Guys," Ned said. He walked beside Michelle while you and Peter were behind. "The horror exhibit actually looks pretty scary."

You peeked through the glass doors, the exhibit on the other side. All you could see was red glowing from the ceiling, which did make Ned seem correct.

"Never fear," Peter whispered to the three of you. "Spider-Man is here."

Your group walked through the doors, instantly being met by speakers blasting screams and haunting music. The red lights from above were your only source of light, leading the way deeper into the exhibit.

"Oh," MJ said softly. "Y/N, don't look up."

Not many things scared you, but you knew that Michelle was well aware of what did.

Trusting her, you instinctively gripped onto Peter's upper arm and watched your feet move on the ground. You noticed he instantly tensed at the contact, his bicep tougher with your fingers barely able to wrap around it.

"It's alright, Y/N," Peter said, looking up to see what MJ was talking about. "It's not even that ba—ohmygod we're not walking that way."

He redirected you to the left after the exhibit opened up into a large room. You heard Ned and Michelle chuckle at Peter, who allowed the two of you to move in front of them.

"Dude," you heard Ned from behind. "It's just a bunch of hanging bodies wrapped like. . . mummies?"

Knowing you were well past whatever MJ told you not to look at, you raised your head and took in your surroundings.

"Oh," you said. "It's not that bad."

You looked to the right side of the room where Peter made a point not to cross and saw what Ned was talking about. You laughed, letting go of Peter's arm. "You call yourself Spider-Man? It's not even that scary."

All of you stopped and stood with one of the walls behind you, scoping out the exhibit.

"That's the one thing I don't like!" Peter complained.

Michelle walked over to the small area of fake bodies hanging from the ceiling, all of them covered with cloth and net. She poked it.

"It's fake, you dork," she said.

You and Ned followed her and saw the bodies made a maze, leading to an explanation on what movie that section was about. The three of you taunted Peter, walking into the maze.

The brunette puffed his chest. "Yeah, whatever."

He was last to go inside, the rest of you well ahead. There was a line of bodies between you and him, so you pushed the one closest to him.

Peter screeched.

"One thing!" he screamed. "That is the one single thing! I hate you guys!"

The rest of you broke out into laughter.

You were all seated in a McDonald's booth, leisurely eating your shared meals. You had assumed the same seating as you always did for lunch at Midtown.

You felt a kick from under the table. Looking up, Michelle gave you a pointed look.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," she announced.

She scooted out of the booth and stood up.

"Oh yeah, me too." Ned said.

The two of them walked towards the back of the fast food restaurant.

So this was it.

How the hell were you going to do it? You didn't even know if Peter had any feelings more than platonic for you. What if all he felt was platonic? You would make things awkward, ruin your friendship, waste all that time for the past four years being one of his best friends for something non-mutual.

You could hear your heart beating through your eardrums. Your hand shook a little every time you raised a fry to your mouth.

You were terrified. You weren't sure if confessing would even be worth it. In a few months, high school would be over. You'd have no good reason to see any of your friends everyday again, nonetheless Peter by himself.

Maybe you've just been overthinking everything. It wouldn't have been hard to believe that your feelings came only from convenience of going to the same school, having the same class, eating at the same table.

You cared for him, but maybe that was all there was. It could just be an unconditional love, like loving a brother.

You shook your head at yourself. That wasn't it; you definitely did not think of Peter as a brother. Even a little graze against him made your senses go wild. Every time you had eye contact with him, you'd force yourself not to look away despite thinking he'd always have been able to look straight into your soul and know what you felt.

You always knew what he would say if he saw you do something stupid, and you were always excited to hear what he'd think about something that happened to you when he wasn't there. You'd be able to recognize his laugh a mile away, and being the cause of his smile made you feel light.

You knew he'd tell you the truth on which shirt looked better with which jeans and not just say you looked good no matter what. He'd make sure to take stray lint out of your hair and point out if you had something in your teeth.

You've had short crushes on other people, and you even dated some of them for an amount of time. They never made you feel the same way Peter did.

You remembered the feelings you had when you found out he went to homecoming with Liz Allen sophomore year. When you learned of his crush on her, it was a dull ache. But when you even saw them at the dance together? It pierced.

But you were still able to get back to the groove of your feelings after that.

Yeah, you might've been in love with Peter Parker. What took you four years to realize that?

"Hey, Y/N?"

Your head jerked up and you looked at him beside you. God, what were you going to do? Could you bring yourself to say it?

Shut up,you thought to yourself. Eventually, it'll be too late. Say it now.

Peter continued talking after you stayed silent.

"I know this is really out of the blue," he said. He put down the burger in his hands and faced you completely. "But I just want to say thank you for everything. We're gonna be graduating pretty soon and. . . I don't know. I just really appreciate you—and MJ and Ned—for sticking around."

You nodded your head, urging him to continue, nervous to hear what he had to say next.

"Things were really weird after I got bit by the spider and I still feel like shit for ditching you guys for a while. . . But thanks for letting me come back. I couldn't have ever imagined getting better people in my life than you three. Even if we go across the country for college or something, I really hope we can all stay friends. I love you guys, you know."

Oh.

You smiled at him like he did to you. Friends.

You cleared your throat. "I love you too, Pete."

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