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makangerous · 8 months ago

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The Emotional Unlocking of Sara Chidouin

Spoiler free! This fic is also on AO3 and is easier to read there, plus you get a summary!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41981259

Sara Chidouin stared blankly at the ceiling in her bedroom. Her stalker had ensured she didn't get much sleep last night. Now, the morning sun was too bright for her to fall asleep, even after closing the blinds. It was the start of a long weekend, and she was already incredibly bored. She grabbed her phone from her bedside table and was about to call her best friend Joe before she remembered:

That's right, Joe has a big date with Ryoko today. He isn't really a morning person, anyway.

Sara cast the phone aside and sighed. She was happy her two friends enjoyed each other's company so much, but she couldn't help but feel jealous. Hanging out with them both was so awkward now that they were dating. Each of them would gush nonstop about the other. Last week, she had listened to Joe go on and on about their first date. She honestly was beginning to regret introducing the two of them.

I knew Joe first, he's mine, stay away from him--

No. Joe would never want her if she kept having nasty thoughts like that. If she felt entitled to people, she would be no different than the stalker he always protected her from. And Ryoko was her dear friend. Sara wouldn't hesitate to give Joe an earful if she ever heard he'd mistreated Ryoko. Ryoko was just so different from her, though. Outgoing, bubbly, heart worn on the sleeve... Joe had told Sara before that she could easily become as popular as Ryoko, but she kept her emotions locked up too deep, and it scared people away. Sure, she was nice superficially, and others wanted to trust her since she seemed dependable, but no one could tell what she was truly thinking.

Is that why Joe only sees me as a friend? Is he scared of the emotions he can't read, too?

There was a selfish, ruthless part of her hiding at the edge of her consciousness, but she held it off well, and Joe was never in any danger from it. Though, perhaps she didn't have as much control of it as she thought if she was sitting here, plotting how to get Joe to look at her instead of Ryoko...

Instead of letting her mind go around in circles, Sara took her phone again and began writing Joe a text message. Any contact with him would soothe the jealous beast inside her, she reasoned. Ideally, he would reaffirm his love for Ryoko and shut it up for good. Her text was simple:

"Good morning, you sleep ok?"

Joe answered in bursts, as usual.

"Good morning!!!" "I couldn’t sleep, nervous about today lol" "U sleep good?" "No :( " "Was that stalker bothering u? That sucks." "I'll give him a kick to the nuts next time I see him" "I can't get his face out of my mind. He covers it but I catch glimpses here and there." "That's gotta be scary! I only think of faces over and over if I'm in love." "I can't imagine how bad it feels when it's someone you hate." "Do you think about Ryoko's face?"

Joe didn't answer for a minute, even though her message had been read. He probably just had to use the restroom, that was all--

"That's kinda a personal question lol." "Sorry." "Nah you're fine. It's just hard for me to explain in a text." "What are u doing today?" "Not much. Probably homework." "Boring. Hey, wanna hang out tomorrow? Since you're gonna work yourself to death otherwise" "Sure." "Mind if I come over to ur place? I've been hitting up all the fun places in town for dates." "I wanna relax for once" "I don't mind. We can have some tea and chat for a while." "Mm, tea! You always have the best snacks to go with. See U tomorrow! XD"

Damn it, texting Joe had only made things more complicated. She would get to see him soon, but it would mean another long-winded description of Ryoko. She had no idea how much longer she could hold her feelings in. Surely Joe would prefer if her emotions stayed locked up in this case... Ugh. Well, she supposed she'd bury herself in her assignments and try to ignore her heart's nervous beating. Then she'd make a strawberry cake for tomorrow's tea time. Maybe if she put all her feelings into baking it, Joe would instantly fall for her when he took a bite--

No, that's ridiculous. If only this could be solved that easily...

Sara pulled the cake out of the oven and smiled. It had come out perfectly light and spongy. She'd let it cool, then spread some homemade vanilla frosting on it. After that, she'd top it with the rest of the strawberries. She wondered if he'd like it if she arranged them in the shape of a heart--

There you go, thinking stupid thoughts again. You're not his girlfriend.

Speaking of his girlfriend, Ryoko was probably enjoying her date with Joe right now. They likely had just finished their dinner and were about to go catch that new comedy film at the cinema. Her cell phone vibrated. To her surprise, it was a text from Joe.

"Hey." "What's up? Aren't you on a date right now?" "We ate but my stomach feels funny. Canceled on the movie :(" "Oh no! Are you sick?" "Kinda. I just need to lay down I think. I'll get better for tomorrow, I promise!" "Don't worry about coming if you're sick. We can meet up another day." "But what if the only cure for my illness is Sara's lovely desserts? Lol"

Her heart skipped a beat. She was so glad she'd decided to bake something. Lately, she'd been getting lazy and buying sweets from the department store. Joe still praised her skill in finding the most high-quality, unique, and flavorful ones, but she knew he preferred her creations. She couldn't resist hinting at the surprise:

"I just took something out of the oven for you! <3"

She typed the heart at the end and sent it before registering what she had put. The realization hit, and she stared down at her phone, horrified.

Oh crap, hopefully he doesn't read into it--

"Aw yes!!! I'm so excited!! <3"

She gasped. For a second, it felt like her heart had jumped out of her chest and materialized inside Joe's text message.

Calm down. You're the one reading into things. He's just matching your energy.

Joe never used that emoticon with her, though. Maybe he was delirious from his sickness? Sara wanted more than anything to talk with him and figure out his true feelings. But she really ought to let him rest.

"Hey, aren't you supposed to be relaxing? Take some medicine and get to bed." "Finnneee. You're so strict, Dr. Sara! I'm gonna dream about yummy cake. Or is it cookies? Or what? Anyway, good night. See ya tomorrow!" "Good night Joe!”

Joe had managed to guess what she'd made on the first try. Was she really that predictable? Then again, Joe always had a sharp intuition when it came to reading other people. She could sort through given information and connect facts together in her mind lightning fast, and so she excelled at school. He told her over and over again that he could never hope to be a genius like she was. Yet Sara desperately wanted to trade her type of intelligence for his right now. She glanced again at the leftover strawberries.

Maybe I should use these to whip up something he'll never expect. What haven't I tried making before that could have strawberries in it? ...Ah! I'll make some jam! We can put it on bread, or he can take it home for later. Let me look up a recipe...

Sara swiped out of her messaging app and jumped into a search engine. If she couldn't tell Joe outright how she felt, she'd show him by going the extra mile. She wasn't content being the girl of his dreams.

Well, he's dreaming about my food, not me, exactly. But that's beside the point.

She would exceed his dreams, and take him outside the boundaries of his imagination. If that didn't sway him, nothing would.

Her doorbell rang just after the sun rose. She squinted out her window at the sky's fading pinks and oranges and reluctantly pulled herself out of bed.

Who the heck is ringing the doorbell at this hour? It's not the stalker, is it?

Her parents had gone out of town for the weekend to celebrate their anniversary. She had to either answer the front door, or ignore them and hope whoever it was went away. That second option sounded best, both for her safety and her sleep--

BING-BONG-BINGBINGBING-BONG-BING-BONG

But that wasn't feasible anymore. This visitor was mashing the doorbell button as their life depended on it. Sara threw a sweater over her camisole, grabbed the golf club she kept by her bedroom door for self-defense, and headed downstairs. Even if the visitor wasn't here to harm her, she might just give them a whack for waking her up. She reached the front door and peered out the peephole. Upon seeing who it was, she immediately cast aside her club and turned the knob.

“Joe? You sure showed up early. What is it, 5:00?”

“Nah, it's around 6. Almost 7, actually. ...I woke up from my nap around midnight and couldn't go back to sleep. Can you tell?” He was grinning ear to ear, but there were bags under his eyes, and he was trembling, like it was taking him a great amount of effort to maintain his expression.

“I can. But couldn't you at least let me get a full night of sleep?”

“Sorry. I just feel funny still, and I don't wanna be alone. My brain wanders off to weird places if I have nothing to do.” A shadow seemed to fall over his face for a split second. His body jolted, then he straightened his back and chuckled slightly. “Besides, I really wanted to see you! We haven't had a tea break in forever!”

Sara couldn't fault him for any of those reasons. “Fair enough. Let me change out of my pajama pants, then I'll start on the tea. Is jasmine tea alright?”

“It sounds delicious! And don't worry about changing. I like those pants. Are those cats on them? Whatever they are, they're cute.”

She pretended to fix her hair so she could hide her blushing cheeks and her smile. “Cut it out, or you're not getting anything.”

“Aw, c'mon. I'd wear stuff like that if I could get away with it.” He followed her into the kitchen and pulled a chair up to the counter.

She filled a kettle with warm water and set it on the stove. As she began preparing the cups, she asked Joe, “So do you have any idea why you haven't been feeling well? Was the restaurant food bad?”

“No, it was amazing. You'll have to try it sometime. There's just been a lot on my mind. And it hasn't been anything I've wanted to bother you with, since you're dealing with much bigger problems. But I don't know if I made a stupid choice or not.”

“About what?”

“Ryoko... I broke up with her last night, Sara.”

Sara whirled to face him. “Why?! You were so happy to be with her.”

“I don't know. She's really into me, and our dates were a lot of fun, but it didn't feel right somehow. I guess you could call it a gut feeling? I feel like crap for breaking her heart.”

“Well... If you know something's not working, there's no point in dragging it out. And I think Ryoko will still want to be your friend, if you give her some time. She loves talking to you. Are you sure there wasn't anything in particular that made you not want to be with her, though?”

“You're not mad at me, are you? You practically set us up.”

“I'm not mad. Only concerned.” It hadn't escaped her notice that he'd answered her question with another question.

“Don't worry, I'll be fine. I told ya, the cure for my sadness is your lovely desserts. Where are you hiding them?”

“I'll bring them out once the tea is done. I made an extra surprise this time.”

“Ooh, a surprise! How do you expect me to wait patiently now? Anyway, do you mind if we eat in your bedroom? These chairs aren't comfortable, and I wanna say hi to your plushies.”

“No problem. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable there. I'm almost done.” Sara and Joe had slept over at each other's houses as kids, and had seen inside each other's bedrooms countless times. Sara had a small table she kept in her room for when they would hang out and do homework. What troubled her is that Joe had brought up the topic of the breakup, yet didn't want to elaborate on it at all.

Why are you hiding things from me, Joe? You came over here this early because you needed to talk to someone, didn't you? Did Ryoko do something? Did I do something?

“No way! Strawberry cake? That's exactly what I was dreaming about!”

Sara gently set down a tray on her bedroom table. The strawberry cake occupied one side, perfectly fluffy, moist, and pink. The other side contained several slices of light and creamy shokupan bread, next to the jar of homemade strawberry mint jam she'd prepared. It smelled heavenly. “That's not all. Look closer. This isn't a store-bought jar. I had some extra strawberries, so I thought I might as well use them.”

“You made your own jam?! That's so clever! It's not even noon and you've already made my day. Mm, I don't even know what to dig into first! I owe you a nice meal now.” He grabbed a slice of bread and placed it on the edge of his plate, then cut out a large piece of cake and crammed it onto the remaining space.

“How about this? I'll call it even if you tell me what's actually on your mind.”

Joe didn't look up from spreading a hearty layer of jam all over his bread. “Can't you figure it out? I guess I can tell you, but there's no fun in that.”

“No, I can't. I'm not good with other people's emotions.”

“Bullshit. Yes, you are. You're great at figuring out what other people are thinking. You just second guess yourself because it's not always in line with what you're thinking and feeling. And you won't trust your own emotions.”

“I don't get why you're making a game out of this. But I suppose I'll play along.”

“Good. Here's a freebie.” Joe took a bite out of the cake. “I'm thinkin' this food is tasty as hell! You try some.” He speared another piece of cake on his fork and held it up to Sara's mouth. Feeding it to her seemed excessive, but something inside her told her to go with it. She'd sampled a bit of the batter before putting it in the oven, so she somewhat knew what to expect. Baking had mellowed out some of the sweetness and really brought out the flavor of the fruit, even more so than she had anticipated. To have Joe feed her something so divine made her feel giddy... She noticed Joe staring at her face intently and felt her cheeks flush. “And there's your clue. How are you feeling right now?”

How I'm feeling... is the clue? Does he expect me to say it out loud? I can't tell him something like that!

“You're thinking about it too much. Just tell me.”

“...Well, it does taste really good. And, um, I'm not used to being fed by anyone, and I didn't think I'd like that sort of thing. It reminds me of those cute dramas on TV.” She couldn't stop now, could she? “I guess I'm embarrassed because... I'm happy I'm doing something like that with you.”

She couldn't say that last part while looking him in the eye. When she looked back at him, he had his arms folded on the table and was leaning over it. His face was intense and gentle at the same time, and entirely too close. “Go on,” was all he said.

Her heart was bursting. She had to let him know, even if it brought the world crashing down around them. “I really like you, Joe. As more than a friend... Did you know that?”

Joe lightly placed his hands on the sides of her head. “I did. So why do you think I broke up with Ryoko?”

God, why was she about to cry? “B-because you knew I liked you.”

“And?”

She held the edge of the table and tried not to shake. Her deduction had better not be wrong. “You like me too...?”

“Good job.” Joe kissed her. Time stopped and for the first time in a long while, Sara allowed herself to feel her bare emotions.

My best friend...I've loved him forever, haven't I?...

Joe pulled back after what felt like the whole morning, entirely too soon. He kept holding her head with one hand while running his fingers through her ponytail with the other. “Doesn't that feel good, having that weight lifted off your chest? I bet it was there for a long time. Sorry it took me so long to realize.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“How did you figure it out?”

“That you liked me, or that I liked you? I guess I noticed how Ryoko acted when she had a crush on me and realized you act the same way around me, except you're way better at hiding it. You only slipped up a couple times. Stuff like being cute on purpose. You're really damn cute on accident a lot, but when you try, it's something else.”

“Wait, how am I cute on accident?” Sara interrupted.

“Like that. You try so hard not to be cute that it draws attention to how cute you are.” He laughed at her flustered expression and kissed her on the forehead. “Anyway! I realized on every date I went on with Ryoko, while I had lots of fun, I always ended up wishing I'd went with you instead. There were all sorts of things I would've pointed out to you. Then your text yesterday gave me a kick in the ass. You asked me if I thought about Ryoko's face over and over. It's not hers. It's yours.”

“Aww...You're right. I fell for you years ago. I never acted on it because I never believed you would want to be anything more than friends with me. After all, I'm scared of my own emotions. And I have this darkness inside me. It's so bad, I feel like a monster sometimes.”

“Sara, it's okay. I think horrible things sometimes, too. As long as you don't act on them, you're fine. If you feel like a monster again, call me, alright? We'll talk about it. It'll all work out.” Joe stretched his arms above his head and stood up. “You mind if I crash on your bed for a couple hours? The exhaustion's finally hitting me, now we've sorted all this out.”

“Only if I get to cuddle you.”

“Duh, that was the point.”

She pulled a spare pillow out of her closet for him. He lay down on his side and held his arms out. She slid into them, rested her head against his chest, and wrapped her arms around his waist. Suddenly, any plans Sara might have had for the day disappeared.

“Your arms feel safe, Sara. Like nothing can go wrong if I stay here. Don't let go, okay?”

“I won't.”

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folkloreguk · 3 years ago

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French Class [6]

A/N: You guys might want to whack out your love song playlist for this one…I cried writing this BYE I'm posting this from my grave!!

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fwb, f2l?, college!au, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader, ANGST, smut

words: ~ 3.8 k

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You: can I come over? I kind of need u

H/N: you need me huh…you’re lucky I’m home alone

It always starts differently. Some other question, or a subtle message of telling him you’re bored, or a flat-out confession of being horny. The ending is always the same. You, naked in his bed. You just had to get there, and things were easy when you were already on his dorm’s doorstep.

The moment he had opened the door, you had fistfuls of his hair between your fingers and attacked his mouth in a feverish kiss. He made a noise between a laugh and surprise but reacted quickly. His lips parted right away, letting you in, and you tasted mint from the chewing gum he liked so much.

“Let me- at least- close the door,” he mumbled. “Jeez, what’s gotten into you today?”

You stepped aside and mirrored his grin. He was acting surprised, but the way he instantly locked your lips after he had shut the door told you he was enjoying this as much as you were. You ran your hands down his torso and along the side of his thighs. His happy hum only poured oil into the fire, and you saw no reason as to why you should have kept your clothes on any longer. In minutes, in the middle of heated kisses and clumsy chuckles, your clothes were discarded, and you were left in your underwear. You stumbled into his bedroom in a tangle of arms and legs and heads barely pulling apart.

“Will you tell me about the date you had today or are we skipping over that part?” he asked, as he pushed you down by the shoulders onto his bed. You groaned a little, not even knowing where to start.

“Didn’t go well, huh?” he asked. Only a few nights ago you had consoled him after his failed date, now the roles were reversed.

“That’s one way to put it,” you said. He was climbing on top of you now, and the weight of him between your thighs still did the same things to you it had done the first time. There was one of his random playlists playing quietly from the speakers, but you were both too occupied to even consider switching the music off. You weren’t in the mood for a chat, not when he was biting and sucking bruises into your chest, pushing aside your bra just enough. But you knew he wasn’t going to let it go this easily.

“Tell me about it or I won’t take one more piece of clothing off your body,” he threatened. You shot him an are-you-serious-look while he only blinked at you innocently, like he was awaiting your response.

“Fine,” you groaned. “But hurry, now.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, before unclasping your bra and throwing it to the other side of the room. “Go ahead, I expect a story.”

You had rolled your eyes at him, but when he sucked on your nipple all of a sudden, and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud ever so perfectly, your eyes moved to the back of your head involuntarily. And, before he could complain, you started to retell today’s events.

“Alright. First of all, he acted all gentleman-y. Pulling back my chair at the restaurant, letting me have a look at the menu first, letting me order first, asking me if I was okay with our seats because they were in the sunshine, or whether he should have requested we get a different in the shade table, blah, blah, blah.”

With the lewd noises he was making, kissing your chest and fumbling with your breasts, you almost wondered whether he was paying attention to you at all.

“I’m waiting for the plot twist,” he chuckled. “If he had been this great, you wouldn’t be in my bed right now, would you?” He was now on his way to your lower regions. Your breaths came out shaky when he gripped your hips with familiar fingertips and placed a few kisses there, right above the material of your underwear. Nonetheless, you had to continue your story.

“Oh, it’s coming,” you said. “Because I suspect, the only reason he was acting that way was to compensate. For the fact that he was an hour late.”

He stifled a laugh, and you slapped his head playfully. “It’s not funny! I stood outside that restaurant on a busy street like an idiot for an hour. During exam season!”

“I wonder, if studying is so special to you- ,” he said. He tugged on your underwear, and you barely cared about his words when you were already imagining his mouth on your pussy. “Why aren’t you at home right now, doing just that?”

“Too frustrated,” you groaned, spreading your legs, practically inviting him in. “You don’t get it. That was only the beginning of the date. It gets worse.”

“Oh, damn,” he laughed, and you were going to slap him again. Harder, this time. But his tongue kitten-licked over your clit and you didn’t dare interrupt him further.

“First of all, he turned out to be boring. An economics major. And look, I’m not generalizing, I’ve met some cool economics majors. But when I said I never really understood the whole thing with inflation and deflation, I wasn’t asking for him to explain it to me. I know what it means, I just meant to say money is the root of all evil,” you said, little moans slipping inbetween your sentences. He laughed whilst sipping on your clit. You couldn’t be mad at his laughing anymore. In fact, at the sound of his chuckles, your own lips curled into a smile, too. God, he was so good with his tongue.

“But turns out he loved money. Like it was the sole reason he was doing anything. When he showed me his gold watch I almost yawned,” you continued.

“Dating a rich guy can have its upsides too, though,” he said, but you knew he was joking. He was running the tips of his fingers over your core, and you whimpered at how badly you wanted him to put them inside of you. You loved watching him, loved feeling his hair tickle the side of your thighs and having his free hand laying on top of your hipbone. The familiarity of it all, his little habits, made your heart heavy, so full of emotion, all of a sudden. But you had to snap out of it.

“Not this guy. He kept saying these lowkey sexist things I won’t repeat now. It’ll only make me mad again. He was one of those who thought money would buy him a girlfriend. And I was really trying to see the good in him…only there was none,” you said.

“Alright, I’m starting to understand why you needed some cheering up,” he said. “Good thing you’re at the right place. I know just the thing.”

At this, he slid his digits into you. You hummed and dropped your head into the plush pillow. Slowly, you exhaled, happy you finally got to relax after being so upset. But of course, he had to interrupt. Again.

“Did I say you could stop? Was that the end of the story?” he said. How did he expect you to form a coherent sentence? He fingered you gently, but the slowness of it all only drove you crazier. You felt every tiny sensation, every new bit of you he touched.

“No,” you sulked. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

“Go on, then,” he encouraged you, grinning because he was proud of your reaction he had caused.

“Fuck- okay. He was super shitty to the waiter. I’m talking about criticizing everything. This man had the audacity to complain about the food. I’m not a food critic, but I swear the food was amazing, there was nothing to fault at all,” you said, and then whined when he switched from licking your clit to sucking it between his teeth. You knew he was doing this on purpose. To make speaking harder for you.

“Oh my god, H/N. Wait, let me finish this. Not only was he horrible to the waiter in person, but he also made fun of the waiter’s appearance behind his back. And all along he expected me to find him funny. I used to think he had a sense of humor but not after today. Blech.”

“At least you got a free dinner?” he said, and without awaiting your answer, went back to work. Your head was spinning in pleasure, and you could only laugh sarcastically at his suggestion.

“Yeah. And after that train wreck of a date, he really thought he’d get to stick his tongue down my throat,” you said.

“Did he at least ask permission?” asked the boy between your legs.

“Mhm…but I told him I don’t do that on the first date,” you said. “Safe to say there won’t be another date, though.”

He looked up now, laughing more than before. You grinned, mainly because the sight of him was so cute. He folded his hands on your belly and put his face down onto your skin to giggle. In no way could you be upset or urge him to keep giving you head. In fact, you had forgotten about all of that for a while, as he seemed to enjoy your misfortune a little too wildly. You should have been hungry, eager to have the half-naked boy inside of you. Yet, you laughed at the way his breaths tickled your stomach and when he finally made eye contact, it was a wholly different sort of hunger which overcame you. Instead of the heat he usually made you feel, it was a comfortable warmth that was in your chest. It reminded you of a bonfire or of drinking your favorite hot drink on a cool autumn day.

“I want to watch you come,” he said, casually. “Were you close?”

You were so lost in his trustworthy, dreamy eyes, you almost forgot to reply. Quickly, you nodded and hummed.

“I would have already come, had you not pestered me to tell you all the details of my date,” you said. The way his cheeks beamed when he smiled made you feel as if your insides were turning into mush.

“I’m sorry. I’m your friend, aren’t I allowed to ask how your day went?” he asked.

“Of course you are,” you said. The word ‘friend’ echoed off every wall in your head until you wished you could have deleted it from the dictionary.

“I’ll make sure it feels extra good now,” he said, kissing your stomach. You shivered as you watched his gentle lips move lower, to your hips and the insides of your thighs. The touch felt like butterfly wings on your skin, and the tardiness of it made you impatient. When his tongue came in contact with your clit again, you sucked in a breath of surprise.

He tried to start slowly, but then you gripped his hair tightly, and carefully pushed him further. It was something you did often, a way to tell him you wanted more without having to use words. After all this time, he understood perfectly. Your clit was between his lips and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pleasure. It felt incredible, creating a funny sensation in the pit of your stomach. His fingers grazed over your slit until you were whimpering and shifting your hips, trying to make him hurry.

One of his digits slid into you easily, curling against your sweet spot, and it hit you only now how much you had missed him between your legs since he had stopped a few minutes ago. It made you feel as though you were suddenly overwhelmed with all of him, but you were willing to let the heat crash over you if it meant you could be close to him.

“Am I making it up to you now?” he asked as he pulled away merely for a breath. “I’ll turn your day into a good one after all.”

In a different tone his words would have sounded like the exact thing one would have expected to hear from a fuckboy in the bedroom. He could have boasted and bragged endlessly about how great he was with his tongue and fingers – he would have been right – but he didn’t mean it like that. You could tell from the uprightness and the authenticity in his voice that he really was doing his best because he wanted to make you feel better and turn your day around. Because you were special to him. Or so you desperately hoped.

Your legs wrapped around his shoulders as if you were trapping him between your thighs. But he was right there, and he would gladly stay for so much longer, and to say it puzzled you was an understatement. The boy who belonged to everybody, who was known by all of the campus, was treating you like you were royalty, and not the other way around. You moaned, his name inevitably falling from your lips. He added another finger and the slightest stretch made you lose your mind for a split second.

“That guy could have never made you feel this good, could he?” he suddenly asked. Your initial response was a helpless whine. You had been so close, and his talking had interrupted the otherworldly bliss for a moment.

“No, never,” you then whimpered shortly. ‘No’ was such a tiny word. It could barely encapsule what you truly meant to say. Which was that it would have never even gotten that far. That other guys couldn’t even have you at all. They didn’t get their turn to try and beat him. Not as of lately, at least. That you didn’t so much as dare to think about sleeping with other guys. That even before you had gone on the date, you had known it wouldn’t lead to anything. No guy could let you develop an interest on him in the same way the boy between your legs had done it. No other would be able to kidnap your brain like that. H/N was always there. Even when it was only you and your sex toys, you would automatically pretend it was him getting you off. You were so far gone that it was embarrassing how long it had taken you to admit it to yourself. But it was a colossal thing to confess to him, and you would never do that. Rejection would hurt a billion times more than whatever it was you two had now.

Your heart was racing as you closed your eyes. You had been so lost in thought, it was wondrous you hadn’t fallen yet. But you were right on the edge, making your breaths come out like puffs and a string of moans and swears sound from your lips. He too had stopped talking, concentrating on the task at hand, and judging by the way your back arched he was doing one hell of a good job.

“Oh my god- “ you whimpered. “I’m so close, H/N.”

This time he didn’t reply, which was for the best. Only a few seconds passed until you started to quiver and whine beneath him. You were going to outer space behind your eyelids as your high rushed through you. Your fingers curled and tightened in his locks while your legs clenched around his head. He was quick to pull your thighs apart again, still not being finished. For long seconds you swam in pleasure, with nothing on your mind but bursting stars. He was heaven, knowing precisely how far he could take it until you were too sensitive to take any more.

When you were at that point, he finally pulled away and looked up at your crumpled form. There was a lazy smile playing in the corner of your lips and your vision was hazy after having had your eyes closed for a while. He climbed up your body until his chest was against yours so he could really look at you.

“I get all of this without ever having been on a single date with you? I’m so lucky,” he said. You only smiled at him, at a loss for words. What were you to say? The two of you were clearly past the awkward dating stage already.

“I’m lucky you let me come over all the time,” you said. “I would have expected the campus fuckboy to be busier. To not have an empty spot in his bed every night.”

“Ah, shut up,” he said. “I’d rather have you here than a girl I don’t know at all. Look, I’m really tired so I don’t know how this will go…but can I?” He was on his knees, a tent visible in his boxers. With a questioning look, he was tugging them down his legs now.

“Of course,” you said. As you watched him roll on a condom, your ears perked up. Did that song have to come on shuffle just now? The coziest, most romantic love song you adored so much? You knew if you looked him in the eyes you’d be done for. But there wasn’t anywhere else to look when he settled between your legs and held up his weight with his forearms. His eyes were deep enough for you to get lost within a second. Distracting yourself was impossible. The one last thing you could do was to reach between the two of you and guide his length into you.

The song’s chorus came on, you looked at him once again, and suddenly you were all his. You didn’t need to tell him so. He thrust gently, almost carefully, like he had never done it with you. Your heart hammered against your ribcage so vivaciously, you wondered whether it had turned autonomous and was now trying to jump out of your body, onto his skin and through it, so it could nestle next to his own heart.

Neither of you spoke. Yet, there had never been so much chemistry, such a heavy amount of uncommunicated emotions between the two of you. You were ready to hang on his every word, should he decide to speak up. In your head rampaged a billion sentiments you needed him to know, but there was no option to express them adequately. Perhaps there were simply no words in the English language to declare your feelings for him.

Small whimpers and moans left your lips only for him to hear. Sometimes he moved a little quicker, gifting you with the most perfect sounds he could make. And to know you were the cause for it sent you into overdrive. His mouth was right above yours. If you lifted your head slightly, you could have kissed his sweet, sweet lips. But you were so afraid. What would he think? You had never kissed him during sex. Not softly, like you wanted it so terribly.

Even worse, you craved so much more than that. You wanted to pull him in, envelope his mouth in your own, crawl over the edge of his lips and reside in his chest for safety. Because that’s what he was. Comfort. Reassurance. Home. How foolish you had been, pretending this little fling would lead to nothing more. You really had told yourself this would work. No feelings. Just fun. You couldn’t deny having fun with him. He was the best company you had ever known, and he had become your most precious friend quickly. It was as if you had only been waiting for the silly, flirty boy to sit across from you in the library and make weak advances towards you.

The love song tuned out slowly, replaced by something more sensual and sinful. In accordance with the new background noise, he gripped your hips a little meaner and went faster. You barely noticed how his breathing had sped up as he was getting closer to his orgasm. A trance had overcome you, transfixing you on his godlike features and how much it hurt to know you couldn’t call him yours. In your head you were made for each other. They always said to date your best friend, didn’t they? You could try to turn back time, go back to your first meeting place, at the party. See if things would turn out different. But you knew they wouldn’t. As much as your fear tried to suppress it – you would take the same path again, stumbling head-first into his arms and letting him into your life like a crashing wave of laughter and heart-crushing conversations.

Now you reflected in despair, how he had taken your heart in a storm, without having to try too hard. And worst of all, you were okay with it. Your heart was secure with him, you thought. The feelings yearned to be spoken out loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“You feel so good,” he said. “Always, so fucking good.”

He snapped his hips against yours, burying his cock deep inside of you and all you could muster was a hum of agreement. This is what you got for keeping him at arms-length from the beginning. Wasn’t it you who had challenged him to be friends and only that? Perhaps you would be okay, so long as no one else called him theirs either. You could go on like this, letting him use you for sexual relief and making him laugh when he needed it. Gladly, you would take the pain of not being allowed to love him with your whole being if it meant you could see him whenever you wanted. Exposing those silly emotions would wreck your friendship and you wouldn’t let it happen.

He grunted and only then, when he lowered his head into the crook of your neck and moaned your name, you realized he was reaching his high. Softly, you cradled his head in your hands, as if it was the last time you could hold him like this. When he put his forehead against yours, he had his eyes closed and his chest was moving steadier than before.

“You’re the best,” he whispered. “Stay the night?”

Should you have gone home, and missed him all night? Would you have regretted saying no while you curled up in bed with no Cheshire-cat-grin-boy to hold? Or were you to remain in his bed, and pray you would survive the torture of not speaking your mind? His skin radiated the most wonderful warmth and you wanted to trace his lips with your eyes until you fell asleep. That’s how quickly it was decided.

“Okay,” you answered.

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angclinajolie · 3 years ago

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OUT OF CHARACTER

Hi I’m Kate!

I’m unfortunately 26 years old but I’m a COVID 24 and I’m sticking to that.

She/her

A fun fact about me is that I can never think of a fun fact not even for my own mf rp talk tag sorry everyone love u

IN CHARACTER

I’ll be playing the insufferable Elizabeth (Liza to anyone who knew her before 2005, but Elizabeth if u did not) Ward, her blog can be found @elizabcthward for more info!

She’s a late forty four, and will be forty five in September.

Liza previously worked in private sales at Sotheby’s until six months ago, when she moved back to Great Falls and has now deemed herself “financial consultant” for her family’s ranch.

A little bit about Liza: she’s a mess. She’s spent 17 years in New York pretending she’s got her shit together but she absolutely does not. This woman is a wild card with a mouth on her that would make a pirate weep and she quite literally does not give a shit about anything except three things: keeping her father’s legacy alive (and even that’s complicated, because half the time she hates him and half the time she’s a daddy’s girl, #daddyissues), getting her fair share of the money and land she and her siblings are going to be left when he finally croaks, and her niece. She means well but has a funny way of showing it, clearly.

I’m generally open to any and all connections! Liza’s not the friendliest human in the world but she’ll chat anyone up, she just might roast them a little bit while doing it. Would LOVE to have some connections from her past in Great Falls (I’m a huge sucker for high school connections, can be anything from enemies to past hook ups to best friends that have faded away) and I’m sure she’ll find a drinking buddy or fwb somewhere because if there are two things this woman loves it’s drinking and fucking (pardon my french srry).

If you wanna plot some before we open, don’t be shy & feel free to message me here or on Liza’s character blog!! My discord is also nancy drew#7706.

Her pinterest board can be found here!

#gf:talk #actually a fun fact about me is i've never been relaxed ever #which is why i did this IMMEDIATELY #ch. elizabeth ward

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fuwushiguro · 3 years ago

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hope you're having a great day luxe <3

i know that you probably get a ton of asks about wusyaname and maybe its a bit tiring to read about it but you dont understand how much i love the dynamic. mean!megumi?? nobody writes him like you do. im genuinely in love with your writting style. i love how reader is a torn between yuji and megumi. i love how reader is trying to convince herself of possibly feelings shes trying to deny all while trying her best in staying loyal to yuji- who- doesnt have contact with her for a while (up until the latest chapter(s) AND megumi is kind of warming up to her(WHICH WAS AMAZINGLY WRITTEN) and honestly, im not sure what to think about wusyaname!megumi now cuz as much as i wanna love him hes just done so many things man 😭 and also can we talk about the pacing? literally perfect. absolutely, genuinely, perfect. one issue i have with reading is i cant seem to find the fics with good pacing. its either too slow or too fast-paced. and wow, yours though? it had my CAPTIVATED and gripping my seat for the next chapter istg. im so happy with how all your works turn out. and not only do i love wusyaname, i thoroughly enjoyed you deserve roses and you know this ohhh lord i cannot tell you how good this was. literally brought me to tears. i know this was a little while ago but i still think about it daily <3 it was so beautifully written, you have the hands of angels i swear. your writting literally cured my acne and made my lactose intolerance go away. that fr tho had me crying and sliding down my wall. i dont know why i torture myself with cheating fanfics it HURTS man but i am so happy i read the ones you wrote because i got a taste of fucking HEAVEN. and the one sentence that went like "he was yours before his wife came" (i know its not exact) had my heart hurting man. i was literally sobbing why do i do this to myself 😭 it was so fucking deep and quite literally made me cry, oh my God, that was heavenly luxe. you are the most talented writter ever, i swear.

thank you luxe for everything you do please have an amazing day/night/evening <33 (also i saw your rb on sending long messages lol i finally have the courage to write this now <3)

wusyaname asks are pretty much the only ones i get about my fics which is always welcome i love talking about it so i dont mind if u wanna come here and gush over it hehe, gives me a reason to keep writing it! i dont even remember how i got the idea for bully megumi and this entire series but ive been writing it for over a year now and im so glad i decided to continue writing and that so many people have stuck with it and are still reading it to this day 🥺

but O M G that toji fic killed me!! another one i loved writing since it was based on a dream so im glad i have that fic to remember it in a weird way? like, it was a horrible dream where I woke up crying but it's cool that I dreamt about my absolute fave it was v cool in a way. its v v v emotional I definitely added a lot more plot into the fic but the dream was a bit different and just SO emotional wow.............

but omg thank you so much for your praise im not sure i deserve it tbh but i appreciate it so much! thank you for sending me such a sweet and beautiful ask it means the world to me, truly. feel free to send an ask whenever u wanna chat or anything pls dont be shy i dont bite <3

#luxe mail 💰

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prpfz · 5 months ago

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hello! 🫧 25, F here looking to do some original plots! no minors allowed. 18+ only! i am an advanced literate to novella literate writer who can write up to 10 paragraphs at a time if i’m super into a plot. that being said, i work a full time job and i'm there 3-4 days a week and every other weekend for 12 hours each of those days and can really only do 2-4 paragraphs at a time😭. at work my responses and response times may be limited, just bear with me! i also may only give two to three paragraphs while i am working, please do not pressure me for more. if i don't get back to you within three days, please feel free to send me a message, just do not spam me all the time, that will only result in me getting frustrated and not wanting to write anymore.

all of that being said, let me get into what i am after! for original plots, i will absolutely do double ups! this way it is fair on both ends. if you do not wish to double up, that’s fine too! you pick how you wanna play things on your end :). i also love to talk and try to make friends outside of roleplay! looking for anyone who would be doing a mxf pairing with me playing the female end on my side or things! i enjoy chatting about our characters and ships. i make headcanons and will go on and on all day about our writes if you'll let me. I also want to offer the warning that i cannot write a slowburn to save my life. i get far too impatient and it sometimes offsets the mood. I adore hurt/comfort, angst, romance and fluff. i am also totally fine with NSFW! darker themes are also alright, but talk things over with me first!

my favorite types of genres include: fantasy, horror, hurt/comfort and anything mythological!

please please please no text talk in the writing. be punctual and use proper grammar when we are writing. no use of “u, urs, tho, nite,” or any variety when we are roleplaying. that will make me want to quit writing with you. other than that i promise i am not intimidating!

like this post and i will reach out. i look forward to writing with you all!

give a like and anon will get back to you

#oc roleplay #oc rp

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gracifleur · 3 years ago

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i just wanna make it v clear that pls pls pls always feel free to send me asks. ic ooc doesnt matter. to hit up my ims to say hello n chat or plot. to write starters n tag me to like bypass all the everything n just throw interactions my way. i want u 2 do that im here 2 interact w/ yall. if u need something explained about my muse to make it happen, ask me so we can chat about it. im slow to get to messages but that doesnt mean i dont want them. make dash comms on my dummy lil posts, say something in the replies. im shaking you imaging me holding u by the shoulders n shaking u until u hear me thaT I WANT U TO INTERACT w/ ME I WELCOME IT LETS GO OK LETS DO IT

#( ooc; psa. )#like if we are moots/mutuals why r we not writing or interacting #if ur reading this i mean u lets party together #my fancy graphics n smallsmall text mean nothing im a dummy so dont fear ok

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jasfm · 4 years ago

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hello! i'm corrie, i'm twenty four and i'm from the gmt timezone. a little bit about me: i recently just quit my shitty retail job, i’m a big fan of: stardew valley, sims 4, dogs, the colour mustard yellow and the band vulfpeck. i’m also currently in the middle of moving house, so i am very ✨ stressed ✨ . but anyways, enough about me, undercut is all the info u need on jas:

affairs tw / @ashfordmisc

soooo this is jas!! she is originally from powell ohio but moved to ashford with her ex - fiancé (but more on that later).

jas would class herself as japanese american, although her parents are both from japan. they moved over to america when her mother was pregnant with jas. she can speak japanese fluently.

she’s the oldest of three, she has two younger brothers, who she adores, they are very cute & wholesome family.

SO she’s only been living in ashford for three years, she first came into town with her ex - fiancé, they were childhood sweethearts and they just wanted a fresh start.

everything was going well when they first arrived, they moved into a cute little cottage & he still kept his big job in the city, even though he’d promise jas he’d quit soon.

for her first year of living here she didn’t have a job, she took care of the house etc. she didn’t really enjoy it, but she was happy living with her fiancé.

then one day randomly this guy got up and decided that this whole thing wasn’t for him, turns out he’d been cheating on her with his secterary the whole time.

this left jas’ heartbroken and the pair ended things :(

she had to move out of their cottage as she couldn’t afford to live there by herself, she moved into a smaller apartment and got a job @ violets vintage.

its now been three years since all of that drama happened, jas’ has been living her best life.

it took a little while but she’s now properly over her ex and has recently got back on the dating scene!!

she’s such a wholesome little bean, a very happy character, she’s very easy to get on with & chat with.

i’d associate her with these TV characters: mabel pines (from gravity falls), jessica day (new girl) and marshall eriksen (how i met your mother).

she’s still working at violets vintage and she loves it there, she likes helping the customers create cute outfits.

she now loves living in ashford!! she adores it!! jas is pretty well known around town now for her bright personality.

she is still a little bit starry-eyed, some might called her niave, she is secretly still hoping that one day her prince charming will come and sweep her off her feet.

but right now, she’s living her best life, having fun, doing whatever she wants.

wanted connections:

friends

sibling type relationship

good or bad influence

fwbs / hook ups??

dates that ended good or bad??

co - workers

this is getting long, so i’m gonna stop here but if u wanna plot feel free to like this and i will message u or u can message me on discord @ corey in the pub ™#0678. i will be around for most of the day on my phone, i’m super excited to start writing with you all!!

#ashfordhqintro #☆ﾟ*・ﾟ you can always edit a page. you can’t edit a blank page — ↳ ooc

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ackermans-freedom-inc · 4 years ago

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YOULL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE BITCHESSS. jk it was me #^^# ive been here for months, and i literally only started anon messaging you recently :9

also!! thank you for liking my name!! Oceanna is actually the name of my aot oc! i have a whole ass plot about her that i literally never wrote cuz... reasons.

LMAAOO U SENT IN THAT ANGST??? I’m crying sm @callmepromise WE JUST WANNA TALK.

Ahhh I am always so in awe of OCs! It takes so much effort to create such an intricate character with personality and background and wow I’m just wow every time! Gorgeous name!!!

If you ever end up writing (and that’s my biggest writing tip! Don’t be scared, just start!) feel free to tag me! I’d love to read :)

I’m so glad you started messaging me!!! It’s great to chat 🥰

#OCEANNA #so pretty #asks #anon

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rovgefonce · 3 years ago

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( MOBILE-FRIENDLY ) RULES

Last updated October 1st, 2021.

Desplazarse hacia abajo para español.

GENERAL

no godmodding

oc & canon friendly

para & semi-para. i don’t care for script style.

don’t involve me in ooc drama

let me know if ANYTHING on my blog is hard to see. i’m all about accessibility.

my muse fluctuates. there may be long periods of time where i don’t respond to certain threads. it makes me feel bad. if i take longer than 2-3 weeks to reply, feel free to message me!

i work full-tieme & will mostly be online after 5pm EST on weekdays.

might drop threads without warning - i try not to do this most of the time, but if it’s not fun / isn’t going anywhere, it’s difficult to make myself write. don’t take it personally!! you’re totally welcome to start a new thread with me if i drop one

please don’t reblog my RPs if you’re not involved with them. clicking the Like button is fine.

i don’t ask for a password and i won’t send them in. if i follow you, i’ve read your rules. i hope it works the same on your end.

MUN =/= MUSE.

FOLLOWING

i follow if we currently have a thread or if i’m interested in RPing with you!

i don’t mind sideblogs. i have some of my own.

won’t follow or interact with personal blogs, unless the above applies ( your RP blog is a sideblog ).

i will not follow if you roleplay explicit rape, incest, or pedophilia, and won’t interact with you either.

INTERACTIONS

accepts anons (no m!As)

accepts starter posts

accepts AUs — as for canon verses, i prefer to be familiar with that fandom

tumblr IM is open!

plotting is cool too

please don’t use tiny text ( small + sup/sub or any combination of those ). my eyesight is shit. i personally use small by itself so it’s cool if you use that too. i will use regular-size text on request.

pre-established relationships (friendship, rivalry, past acquaintances) are fine with me as long as we chat a lil bit about it ooc first!

you can respond to any of my starters even if they already have notes

starters are open to anyone, even non-mutuals, unless stated otherwise

turn asks into threads in a new post

i reserve the right to decline interactions for any reason, as do you. no hard feelings.

SHIPPING

i basically just require chemistry for any ships.

NSFW & SMUT

extremely selective smut

because i’m actually really frickin nervous about writing it i’m so bad at it. it’s hard having a lusty muse when you never wanna write his favorite scenes.

most of the time i’ll ask for a fade to black. i’m cool with all the foreplay & aftercare shit though.

will not smut with anyone under 18. we can fade it to black.

BLOGS MAY CONTAIN VIOLENCE & GORE as well as other difficult subjects. i don’t tag much on here. given the nature of some of my muses i assume everyone who follows is okay with seeing that stuff. if something’s really nasty, i’ll tag it plainly (#gore, #blood, etc).

REGLAS

GENERAL

no controlas mis personajes (godmod)

musas originales o canon tienen que tener una biografía

me gusta escribir párrafos.

mi musa fluctúa. si no respuesto en 2-3 semanas, me puedes enviar un mensaje.

tengo un trabajo a tiempo completo. estaré in línea después de 5pm EST.

mi Discord está disponsible si lo solicita.

no reblog mis RPs si no estás involucrado con ellos.

no pido contraseñas y no los enviaré adentro. yo leo las reglas de todos.

hablo mucho in los etiquetas.

SIGUIENDO

sigo si estoy interesado en escribir contigo o si tenemos un thread.

voy a seguir sideblogs.

no seguiré si escribes sobre violación, incesto, o pedofilia. no voy a interactuar contigo tampoco.

INTERACCIONES

semi-selectivo. escribiré con personas que no sean mutuas.

acepto mensajes anónimos

acepto publicaciones iniciales.

acepto AUs.

¡Tumblr IM está abierta!

me gusta trazar.

no escribiré con musas que representan personajes reales (i.e. actores o youtubers). las reclamaciones de cara están bien.

me gusta relaciones preestablecidas. (amigos, enemigos, etc.)

por favor conteste preguntas en un publicación nuevo.

tú puedes responder a mis publicaciones iniciales incluso si tiene notas.

mi reservo el derecho de rechazar interacciones por cualquier motivo, como lo haces.

mun=/=muse

SHIPPING

shipping selectivo

requiero química

multi-ship

NSFW & SMUT

smut selectivo

no escribiré con nadie menor de 18 años.

lo pondré debajo de un corte.

este blog puede contener temas violentos, sangriento u oscuros. voy a etiquitar estos temas como #gore, #abuse, etc.

#✕. out of control

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spiderparkerpeterman · 5 years ago

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kissing your best friend

anonymous asked: Hi this is a rly cringe-y request huhu but do u know the “i try kissing my best friend” tiktok trend? [...] Hehe sorry it’s v specific but lots of changes are up to u ofc ily

this fic made me feel real old, i'll tell you that. but it was fun to write! specific requests are good sometimes. i had no idea what this trend was before the request, so it was a cute learning experience. thanks so much for the request! i've shortened it as to not give away the plot.

content: fluff, tiny bit of angst, peter parker the awkward gen z wildcard

warnings: i only use tiktok to let out meme steam and it shows, really bad twerking

word count: 1579 (whoops i went off hard)

peter was a nervous wreck. he had invited you over to his apartment- not an unusual occurrence- and led you into his bedroom- this happened all the time- and set up his cracked and duct-taped laptop so you could watch silly youtube videos together while curled up on his bed- what was new?- with a bowl of popcorn rested in-between his crossed legs. but this normal, everyday situation wasn't why he was borderline sweating, his heart pounding, fingers shaking.

it was that damn tiktok he'd seen earlier this morning. he had woken up and scrolled through tiktok to see what was new and popular. he came across one, where a girl was holding her phone with a guy behind her, the two smiling, the caption saying "this is my best friend". there were a few clips of them being all cute and whatnot until it said "i decided to kiss him!" and then she had tapped him on the shoulder, held his face and pulled him in, sharing a kind of awkward kiss, until they broke apart and her best friend leant in again and the video looped. something within peter's chest had done double flips, only intensifying when he thought of maybe... maybe doing that with you.

and now here you were, on his bed, laughing at the meme compilation you two were watching- well, that you were watching, while peter daydreamed and sweated some more- eating popcorn that you were getting from a bowl in-between his legs, being all cute and sweet and pretty. but he wanted to do this. he really wanted to do this. he'd liked you for ages, after you had run into each other at the same circuit in gym class and he had taught you the proper form for situps. the way you had smiled at him, completed your circuit and jogged off and then later caught up with him at lunch to say thanks and "maybe we should hang out sometime?" had made him obsessed. it had got to the point where even ned was throwing hints that you liked him and he liked you and wouldn't you two make such a cute couple? and then you were paired up together for a spanish project and the way the language rolled off your tongue made him fall even deeper in love and-

peter had to do this. for ned's sanity. for his own sanity. because if he didn't do this soon he would give up and maybe kiss you in the middle of class or something.

he cleared his throat, prompting you to look at him.

"can i make a tiktok?" he asked, his voice somewhat strained. "there's this thing going around where people show off their best friends, it's pretty nice."

"oh, sure," you replied sitting up. "what do you want me to do?"

peter pursed his lips, unlocking his phone and opening tiktok. he went into his bookmarked sounds, selected that song to make a tiktok with, and then held it up like he was going to take a selfie. "maybe just like smile and wave? and then i wanna get a few videos of us just doing our everyday things, y'know?"

you nodded, taking a second to fix your hair. peter pressed record and grinned, somewhat nervously. you also smiled softly, raising a hand and waving. he stopped the recording, and the two of you collapsed into giggles.

"sorry, that was really awkward," he groaned.

"you're really awkward," you countered, running a hand through your hair. "what's next?"

"i dunno... maybe just you mucking around? i, uh, i really don't know!" peter laughed.

you rolled your eyes with a grin, getting off peter's bed and standing up. peter was typing a caption for the portion of the video, so you waited for him. he held the phone camera up at you.

"what are you gonna do?" he asked. you looked off at the side, considering, but while you were doing that peter pressed record.

"you should dance with me," you said. peter put his phone down, and you gasped. "did you- you just filmed that!"

"yeah, i did," peter laughed. he felt his nervousness fading away as he joked around with you, so he felt like he could really do this. "you wanna dance?"

"yeah," you replied, leaning forward to grab his hands gently and pull him up. peter felt his skin burnup where you were touching him, but he smiled. "set your phone up, and we'll dance."

"what kind of dance?" peter asked as he bent back down to get his phone, crossing his room to set it up on a shelf at shoulder-height so that the video would capture your antics. he selected how long to record hands-free, but didn't press record just yet. he turned to you.

"you should twerk," you suggested jokingly, but peter had an idea. he pressed record, smirking, ran over to you, and started shaking his butt at you. the acoustic music played, nowhere near suitable enough for his "twerking". you laughed aloud and started mockingly hitting his butt. you messed around for a few more seconds, even after peter's phone stopped recording.

he stood back up and nudged you, laughing. his face was bright red, and you laughed even harder at that. he went back to get his phone and selected another few seconds to record hands-free.

"what should we do now?" he asked.

"not sure," you replied, crossing the room to rest your head on his shoulder. you reached out and pressed record for him. "i could just stare at you creepily like this."

the music started playing so you widened your eyes and stared intently at him, but peter immediately burst out laughing and knocked your head off his shoulder. you grinned at the camera just as it finished recording.

"okay," peter said, selecting the last bit to film. this was it. "now i want you to stand here, and like make weird faces at the camera or something, i don't know."

"i can do that," you replied, standing next to him.

he reached out and pressed the record, looking at you through the phone's capture as you put two peace signs up. he smiled then turned, and gently cradled your face, turning it towards him. he leant in, hearing you gasp and feeling you also lean in and-

a loud ding came from his phone- a police alert. he sprung away from you, swearing. you looked away from him, your cheeks bright pink. he left tiktok, now playing the loop of the tiktok, and went into his police app, seeing a shootout in brooklyn.

"i have to go," he stammered, rushing around his room to take off his clothes- you looked away pointedly- put his spider-man suit on, find his spare web fluid just in case and where the hell was his mask? he stopped just as he was about to climb out the window.

"stay here," he said, "please. i'll be back soon. just stay. i'll explain everything, i promise."

he lept from the window, leaving you shellshocked, webbing himself up and away. he almost smacked into multiple buildings on his way over to the shootout, too distracted to really pay attention.

did you really lean in?

he arrived at the scene, not saying his usual quips as he pulled guns away and webbed people to walls and avoided the hail of bullets coming his way and broke one guy's nose.

no, he totally imagined it.

when he had dealt with everyone he didn't stop to chat with the police, just webbed himself back to where you were, hopefully waiting, please be waiting...

he leaned in really quickly, and he was nervous, but maybe...?

he clambered back into his window and pulled off his mask. you were curled up on his desk chair, scrolling through your phone. he stared at you.

"i looked it up," you said, not looking at him, your voice quiet, "best friend tiktoks. the only thing that came up was kissing your best friend."

it took peter a few seconds to open his throat back up. "yeah."

you looked at him, something sad in your eyes.

"did you-"

"i only-"

peter bit his lip, gesturing for you to speak first. "go."

you took a deep breath. "did you- did you just do it for views? it's a kinda popular trend and so i was just wondering... i mean, it'd kinda suck if you did, and i mean- um..." you trailed off, looking away again.

"i- no, i just... uh, did you see that most people who do it have a crush on their best friends?" he asked, hoping you'd get the message.

you looked at him again, confused. but then that confusion morphed into comprehension, and then that comprehension morphed into hope and-

"you mean it?" you whispered.

peter threw his mask away somewhere, striding up to you and pulled your hands up so you'd stand. he held your face again, so gently, as you stared back at him with your big eyes, and leaned in. your lips touched, and something exploded in peter's chest. he shifted an arm to your waist, holding you tight against him, as your arms snaked around his neck, holding him closer.

a few moments later, you broke apart, your face bright pink again. peter knew his face was just as bright.

"i think we need to adjust the tiktok," he murmured, before leaning in to kiss you again.

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