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A Film By Peter Parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peter gets back into making little videos once the two of you start hanging out

warning: extreme 2017 homecoming era nostalgia

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Of course he went for Liz.

Liz was the ingénue. She was perfect in every possible way. Perfect grades, perfect face, and the perfect boy pining after her. You’d been crushing on Peter since the third grade but with Liz around, he never noticed you.

But Liz was gone now. She had moved to Oregon following her dad’s arrest and taken Peter’s feelings for her with her. Now that she was gone, you decided it was time to stop pining after Peter from afar and start pining from up close. And so, when you walked into the cafeteria that day, you didn’t sit at the end of the table like you usually did.

“Oh, hey.” Peter smiled in surprise when you sat down next to him. Smiling was good. Smiling meant he wasn’t creeped out by you sitting so close. You gulped before giving him best smile back.

“Hi.”

“What are you doing here?” Ned asked, making Peter give him a look. You immediately regretted your decision and wished you’d just stayed in your usual spot.

“What do you mean? She always sits with us.” Peter pointed out.

“No, she always sits down there. She’s never actually sat with us before.” Ned replied and gestured to the end of the lunch table.

“Yes, but I’m sitting here today because I needed Peters help with the chemistry homework.” You said and put your chemistry notebook on the table. You knew you couldn’t just randomly sit with them without a reason, so you came prepared.

“Oh, for Mr. Eddie’s class? It’s easy. I’ll show you my notes.” Peter’s offered with a smile. You returned the smile as he pulled out his own notebook. It was a win/win for you since you actually needed help with the homework and it would start a conversation with Peter. While he was explaining the problem to you, you never once looked down at the notebook. You were too focused on the curve of Peter’s suspiciously long eyelashes, the longest you’d ever seen on a boy. Ned noticed the way you were staring his his best friend and frowned a little.

“Does that make sense?” Peter’s asked when he was done explaining.

“Yeah, it does. Wow, thanks Peter. It sounds so easy the way you explain it. I wish this stuff came as naturally to me as it does for you. You’re so smart.” You said as if you had listened to a single word he had said.

“That’s nice of you to say but I’m really not that smart. I just like chemistry.” He replied as he blushed from the compliment.

“Oh, come on. You’re the smartest guy I know. You’re the only one that answers questions in that class. And you always get them right. When Mr. Eddie asks if anyone has any questions, I don’t raise my hand because I don’t even know what I’m confused about yet.”

“That’s I feel in English. I can barely make it through the first line in a poem and you’re already going back and forth with Ms. Teague about Pindaric odes or whatever they’re called.”

“You listen to when I talk in English?” You asked with a soft smile.

“Of course I do.” Peter shrugged. “I always find the reading boring until you raise your hand and talk about how you interpreted it. You make it interesting.”

“I liked that book we read when the kids ate the other kids.” Ned said and interrupted the moment. Your smile dropped as you and Peter looked at him with disgust.

“The one with the flies-“

“We know.” Peter cut him off.

“Anyways, thank you for helping me with the homework. I’ve been stuck on it all week.” You said to Peter.

“Ugh. That’s been me with my paper for Mrs. Teagues class. And it’s due tomorrow.” Peter groaned.

“Oh, the analysis essay? I could help you with that.” You offered.

“Really? You’d help me?” Peter smiled in surprise.

“Yeah. I already wrote mine. It would be no problem.”

Ned was watching this back and forth conversation for a while until it clicked it in head. He gasped and slapped the table, making you and Peter look at him.

“Oh my God.” Ned said. “That’s why you’re sitting here. You have a-“

“Can I talk to you for a second, Ned?” You quickly cut him off when you realized where that sentence was going. Before Ned could even answer, you grabbed his arm and pulled him outside the cafeteria to talk in private.

“You like Peter!” Ned whispered harshly. You clamped your hand over his mouth and pushed him up against the wall.

“You need to keep your mouth shut.” You hissed. “Yes, I like Peter, okay? I’ve had a crush on Peter since middle school. He never noticed me when Liz was around but now that she’s in Oregon, I might finally have my chance. I don’t want to scare him off so just keep your mouth shut and let me handle this.”

You took your hand off Ned’s mouth and he started to gasp for air.

“Oh, please. Your nose wasn’t covered. You could breathe just fine.” You said with a roll of your eyes. Ned stopped pretended and straightened up.

“So you actually like Peter? For his personality?”

“Yes. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Kinda, yeah.” Ned admitted.

“I like everything about him. And I’m gonna tell him that. Just please, don’t say anything before I do. I’ll tell him when I’m ready.”

“Are you going to cast a love spell on him using a lock of his hair?” Ned whispered to you.

“What? No. Why would you even ask me that?”

“Because you’re a witch.” Ned said like it was obvious.

“I’m not a witch.” You groaned. “I just accidentally cackled that one time but it was only because I had phlegm in my throat.”

“Then about that time on the bus?”

“We’ve been over this. It was just a coincidence that that biker fell off his bike after I gestured with my hand. I didn’t move him with my mind.”

“And that one time in physics?” Ned narrowed his eyes.

“I still don’t know how that guys shirt caught on fire.” You shrugged. “It’s a mystery to me.”

“It caught on fire after he made fun of you for being a witch.” Ned pointed out.

“Maybe he was just standing too close to the flame.” You shrugged.

“He was standing in the doorway. There was no flame.” Ned reminded you.

“The magic of science.” You shrugged again.

“But what about that time-“

“Don’t bring up the nosebleed.” You whined.

“I am gonna bring up the nosebleed.” Ned hissed. “In sixth grade, our Spanish teacher got a nosebleed right after he told you to stop staring out the window and made everyone laugh at you. How do you explain that?”

“You’ve made your point, okay? Now are you gonna tell Peter or not?”

“Look, I’m not gonna expose your gross secret feelings, as gross and secret as they may be.” Ned sighed. “But Peter is still my best friend so I have to look out for him. I don’t want any spells cast on him.”

“That’s fine. There will not be any spells.” You held your your hands in defense. Just then, Flash walked by and laughed when he saw the two of you talking.

“Woah. What is this, the friendless loser convention?” Flash snorted.

“Shut up.” You snapped. Flash immediately tripped over his feet and fell to the ground, making Ned look at you with wide eyes.

“Witch!” He whispered harshly as he pointed a finger at you.

“Shut up. Let’s go back inside.” You rolled your eyes and pulled Ned back into the cafeteria.

Later that day, you met up with Peter in the library to go over your assignments. You started with his English essay and finished that within an hour before moving on to your chemistry homework.

“You can plug the numbers into your formula now using the method I taught you. And then you just solve for x.” Peter explained as you worked out a problem together.

“Hm. You make it sound so simple.” You sighed and leaned on your hand. Peter saw the way you were staring at him in his peripheral vision and felt his face heat up.

“It’s, uh, it’s pretty easy once you get the hang of it. I never liked the way Mr. Eddie taught it. I figured this out myself and it’s worked much better for me.”

“Thanks for helping me. You’re a good teacher.” You said and put your hand on his arm. Peter laughed shyly at the contact and cleared his throat.

“Thanks. And so are you. That was the best essay I’ve ever produced. I honestly worry she won’t believe I wrote it.”

“Well if she says anything, I can vouch for you. You put in good work on this essay. You deserve the credit.” You assured him, making Peter blush all over again. It occurred to Peter that he never realized how pretty you were. You’d been classmates since 3rd grade so he always looked at you as just another girl in his class. Now that you had his full attention, he didn’t feel like looking away.

“Thanks. I appreciate you helping me write it. I know it can be frustrating to work with me because of my dyslexia.”

“It’s no problem. And it wasn’t frustrating at all.” You shrugged. Peter smiled at felt better about how long it took him to write the essay.

“Thanks.” He said. You had successfully gotten him to spend time with you one on one but now you needed to commence the next phase in your plan which was to hang out in a non school related setting.

“Would you ever want to hang out socially?” You blurted.

“Like, and not do homework?” He asked. You nodded your head and he smiled before nodding as well.

“Yeah. Sure. I’d love to.”

“Cool. Me too.” You smiled. You hadn’t meant to blurt it out like that but it worked nonetheless.

“Does this weekend work?” He asked you.

“Yeah. What do you want to do?”

Hard cut to that weekend. You were on the subway with Peter and he had his phone out to record himself.

“Firts social hang out with a girl. A film by Peter Parker.” He said in a low voice before flipping the camera to face you.

“Staring me.” You smiled and waved to the camera.

“Are you sure you’re cool with me filming this?” Peter asked as he flipped the camera back to himself.

“Yeah, of course. The other ones you showed me were so cute. But why did it seem like there were so many missing parts? You were always talking about something cool that I didn’t get to see.”

“Uhhh, no reason.” Peter said and looked to the side. He had skillfully edited out any incriminating superhero activity that you were not ready to see yet.

“Well I like it. I feel like I’m on Modern Family.” You said and posed for the camera.

“Which family member would you be?” Peter laughed and zoomed in on you. With his phone blocking his face, he could shamelessly admire your face on his screen.

“Duh. Lily.”

“I can so see that.” He chuckled. The subway lurched suddenly and you both grabbed onto the pole, coincidentally putting your hands in top of each others.

“Oh, sorry. Our hands touched.” You laughed shyly.

“Oh my God. So romantic.” Peter joked, making you blush and look into his camera.

“Stop it.” You laughed and covered his phone with your hand. He laughed as well and put his phone away.

After learn you had never been, Peter decided to the Lego Store. He’d been hyping it up to you all week over text and now that it was finally happening, he hoped it impressed you. You walked in together and Peter heard you gasp.

“Big Lego Aladdin.” You gasped and ran to stand under the giant magic carpet and Aladdin made of Legos.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard that string of words come out of someone’s mouth.” Peter laughed and went to stand under it with you. You looked over at him and were surprised to see he was already looking at you.

“This is even better than you described it. You need to show me everything.” You said and excitedly shook his arm.

“I can do that.” He blushed and nodded his head towards some of the sets.

Peter took out his phone to film you as you looked at everything in the store. The way you were looking around like a little kid brought a smile to Peter’s face. He zoomed in on you and caught himself staring at you fondly through the camera.

“Come on. I haven’t even showed you the coolest part yet.” Peter said and brought you over to the build your figure own station. He laughed when you gasped again and started to excitedly rummage through all the pieces. Peter didn’t bring his phone out again until you had built each other.

“Show me what you made.” He laughed from the other side of the phone.

“Looks! It’s a little Peter. He has a backpack and a beaker.” You said as you proudly showed the camera the little Peter figure you had made.

“This is Y/n. I can’t believe I found the shoes you always wear.” He said as he filmed the figure he had made of you.

“You notice my shoes?” You asked with a smile. Peter didn’t catch it because he was too busy fitting the hands of your Lego figures together.

“Look. They’re holding hands.” Peter gasped.

“Aw.” You laughed. “Us on the subway.”

“We should give them some privacy. They might not want us to hard launch their relationship.” Peter said and put his phone away.

“You’re so cute.” You laughed without thinking about it. Peter looked up at you with rosy cheeks and you gulped when you realized what you said.

“I mean-“

“Come on. I wanna take you somewhere else.” He cut you off before you could explain. He brought you to Delmar’s and ordered his usual for you to split. You sat together inside and you tried your best to remain calm. You always wondered what Peter got up to when he wasn’t at school and now you were in one of his favorite places and eating with him.

“Okay, this is Y/n’s first time eating at Delmars since he reopened. Let’s get her reaction.” Peter said as he filmed you unwrapping the sandwich.

“Wait, why is it so flat?” You laughed and held the sandwich up.

“Oh, sorry.” He chuckled. “I forgot to warn you that he always squishes it for me. But you’ll like it. Trust me. It’s much better when it’s squished down real flat.”

“Well I’m glad I now know you like your sandwiches to be squished. I would not have expected that about you.” You said and took a bite of your half before giving him a thumbs up.

“Yeah? You like it?” He asked hopefully.

“I do. Your squishy sandwich was surprisingly good.” You admitted.

“Well, I’m very pleased to hear that.” Peter smiled and phone away. “So to make it even, you have to show me one of your favorite places next time we hang out.”

“Oh.” You smiled coyly. “I didn’t realize there would be a next time.”

“There better be. I had a lot of fun with you today. How come we’ve never hung out before?”

“I don’t know. I always wanted to but you were busy running around with Ned or staring at…” You trailed off and chose not to mention Liz in case he was still hung up on her.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m just glad we’re friends now.” You said instead.

“Me too. I’ve never had a girl friend.”

“What was that?” You said and started choking on your saliva.

“All my friends in my life were guys. It’ll be nice to have a female influence in my life.”

“Oh. Girl friend.” You smiled tightly.

You hung out another hour before taking the subway back to your respective apartments. Peter walked to you the front doors of you building and you had an awkward moment where you didn’t know if you should hug or not.

“We uh, we should probably get an ending for your film.” You said with a timid smile.

“Oh, right. Thats a great idea.” Peter smiled and pulled out his phone. He pressed record and you waved to the camera with both hands.

“So, can you give our first time hanging out a rating?” He asked you.

“9/10.” You grinned and held up two thumbs.

“What? Why’d I only get a 9?” Peter scoffed and pretended to be offended.

“I had a 10/10 time but I have to deduct a point because we saw that guy cutting his hair on the subway and I was scared he was gonna throw the scissors at us.”

“Well I would’ve just protected you with my lightning fast reflexes.” Peter said simply. You smiled at him through the phone and he smiled back. He put the camera down and looked at you with a content smile on his face.

“Seriously, though. When’s the next time we’re hanging out?”

It ended up being just a few days later. And then again a few days after that.

“Peter’s first time!” You cheered as you filmed him during one of your hang outs.

“Trying boba.” He clarified. “I don’t understand this drink. Do I eat the balls?”

“Yes. Sip it slowly so they don’t all go down your throat.” You instructed. Peter took a big sip and immediately started choking.

“Peter! I said slowly!” You said as you slapped his back until he stopped choking. You quickly put the camera down to help him recover.

Your hangouts started getting more and more frequent and Peter soon considered you a best friend. Your weekends became each others and school days were often spent together in the library or at one of your apartments. You were quickly moving up the ranks in Peter’s life, just as you hoped. And the closer you got, the more Peter could not believe he had never noticed you before.

Little did you know, Peter often found himself watching the footage he had taken of you during your hang outs with a big smile on his face. He’d rewatch the videos he had taken and realize that they were slowly becoming less of a documentary and more of a highlight reel for you. He never imagined a girl as cool as you would for him so when he realized he was starting to fall for you, he quickly repressed his feelings. Little did he know, the feelings were mutual.

“Did you always make these little videos?” You asked Peter one day as he filmed you trying to balance on the curb of the sidewalk.

“I used too make them all the time but I hadn’t for awhile. I only started them again when we started hanging out.”

“Really? Why?” You wondered and stumbled off the curb.

“I don’t know. You remind me of the time before my life got crazy. It made me want to do these again.” He shrugged. You couldn’t help but smile at that information and turned around to look at him.

“So I could be the star?” You asked and posed for the camera.

“Exactly. You’re my muse.” He played along, making you laughed shyly. When he watched the video back later that night, he knew he had meant every word of that.

Peter sat in his bedroom one day and filmed himself wearing your glasses while you did homework at his desk. He looked over you every now and then just to admire the back of your head.

“Don’t break those.” You called without looking up. All you needed to hear was the sound of your glasses case opening to know what he was doing.

“I’m not even wearing your glasses.” He lied and admired himself in the camera.

“Yes you are.”

“No I’m not. But yes, I am.”

“Knew it.” You snorted.

“Hey, how come girls always smell so good?” Peter wondered. “Your hair hit me in the face when you turned too fast before it smelled like a baby in a damn meadow.”

“It’s just my womanly essence. Now can you stop looking at yourself long enough to help me with my chemistry homework?”

“It’ll be hard but I can try.” Peter dramatically sighed and set his phone down. You got yo from the desk and went over to the bed with a cheeky smile on your face.

“Incoming.” You announced and patted your elbow twice like a wrestler.

“No, don’t.” He pleaded. You ignored his pleas and jumped on top of him. He groaned and pushed you off, leaving you laying in the bed beside him.

“Ow. My ribs.”

“You’ll heal.” You rolled your eyes. “Now can you help me with number 7?”

“Oh, yeah. No problem. Can you check this email before I send it?” He asked and handed over his laptop. You handed him your worksheet before reading over his email draft.

“Oh, honey.” You grimaced just a few words into the email.

“Is it bad?”

“Good evening, Mrs. Howard. I hope this email finds you well. I’m so sorry for bothering you. I was just wondering if I could possibly have an extension on my midterm paper? No worries at all if an extension is not possible. I apologize for any inconvenience this email may have caused. Thank you for reading, Peter Parker.” You read out loud.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“After your name, you included the name of the class, the time you have it, and a description of yourself. She knows who you are!” You laughed and turned the laptop around to show him his mistakes.

“She may have forgotten.” He pointed out. “I can’t take any chances.”

“Peter, this email is way too submissive. You sound like such a bottom.”

“Well excuse me, genius.” He said sarcastically. “How would you write it?”

“Here.” You said and handed the laptop back after retyping his email.

“Oh, wow. That’s actually really good.” He said once he read your updated version.

“This is why we are such good friends. You have all the math and science knowledge in this little, beautiful head of yours-“

“Little?” He interrupted.

“You’re right. Sorry, I was just being nice. What I meant to say is that your head is huge.” You corrected. “Anyways, you have the math brain and I have the literary brain. It’s like you’re Einstein and I’m Victor Hugo.”

“Who the hell is that?” He laughed as he peaked at your mirror to see if his head was actually huge.

“The guy who wrote Les Mis.” You said like it was obvious.

“Never heard of it.”

“What? You’ve never seen Les Misérables?” You asked in a thick French accent.

“Huh?”

“We have to watch it. It’s so good.” You said and snatched his laptop back. You pulled up the movie and handed it back to him.

“Oh my God. It’s two hours and 38 minutes long? And a musical? Hell no.” Peter shook his head and pushed the laptop away.

“But it’s so good.” You urged. “We can just leave it on in the background while we work. It’s super light and easy to watch.”

“Really? What’s it about?”

“Oh, you know. Just war torn France.” You mumbled.

“No. Absolutely not.”

“But you’ll like it! There’s prostitution and con men and um…oh! And orphans! You can watch it and feel represented.” You said and shook his arm.

“I hate you.” He laughed but nearly gave in to your request just to see you happy.

“Fine.” You huffed. “I finished editing your midterm paper, by the way. You don’t actually have to send that email.”

“And here is your completed chemistry homework.” Peter smiled and handed your worksheet back.

“Aw.” You gushed. “Look at us. I love cheating with you.”

“So do I. We make a great pairing.” He chuckled as he looked over at you. You looked back at him and gulped. You hadn’t realized how close you were with your arms and legs pressed against each other as you sat together in your bed. Peter knew his sheets would smell like your perfume that night and smiled at the thought.

“Now that we’re all done with our work, you know what we should do?” He asked as he moved in closer.

“W-what should we do?” You stuttered now that he was right there.

“You know what I’ve been dying to do with you for a long, long time?” He asked.

“No. I mean, I don’t know. What?” You laughed nervously. Peter moved in even closer and right when you thought he was gonna kiss you, he reached over and grabbed his laptop back.

“I wanted to show you a real musical. Not this French miserable bull crap. Have you ever seen a little movie called Hair-“

“No. I’m not watching Hairspray with you again. You scream-sang every lyric last time and I couldn’t even hear it.” You cut him off and reached over home to take the laptop back. He pulled it away at the last second and you ended up on top of him. You looked into each others eyes and both froze in the positions you were in. Your faces were almost touching but neither of you tried to pull away. Your eyes were going back and forth between his lips and eyes and he was doing the same. Like magnets, you two started to lean towards each other but before your lips could connect, May opened the door.

“What did you guys want- oh! Sorry! I didn’t realize I would be interrupting something. My bad.” May smiled sheepishly and pretended to cover her eyes. Peter burned bright red as you quickly climbed off of him.

“May.” He said warningly.

“Sorry. But maybe lock the door next time. And use protection.”She whispered the last part before shutting the door.

“May!” He groaned and threw a pillow at the door. There was a long, awkward silence before you were even able to look at each other. When you finally did, you smiled awkwardly and kept your distance.

“That was so weird. What did she think we were doing?” You laughed nervously to break the silence.

“Psh. I know.” Peter scoffed. “She said she was interrupting but we weren’t even doing anything.”

“Yeah. What did she think? That we were gonna kiss or something?” You asked and laughed like it was the most ridiculous thing you could ever suggest.

“Us? Kissing? How silly. Imagine that.” Peter forced a laugh as well and looked to the side. The awkward silence returned and you struggled to look at each other.

“Do you think she made dinner?” Peter asked after a beat of silence.

“Let’s check.” You said and quickly got off the bed.

You didn’t discuss the almost kiss and went home shortly after. You couldn’t sleep that night because you couldn’t stop replaying the moment in your mind. No matter how much you wanted him to like you back, if Peter reciprocated your feelings, he would have kissed you.

Your pity party didn’t last long because on the subway the next day, you felt Peter put his earbud in your ear. You heard the Les Mis soundtrack playing in your ear and looked up in surprise. Peter was already filming you with a huge smile on his face.

“This guy 24601 should stop stealing bread and stick to singing. He has serious pipes.” Peter said.

“You listened to it?” You melted into a smile and held your hand over your heart.

“Yep. I stayed up all night watching lyric videos because I couldn’t understand what they were saying with their accents. It’s actually really good. I love Eponine. I just wish Marious wasn’t such an idiot. How does he not see that his best friend is clearly in love with him?” Peter asked with exasperation. You looked directly at the camera and hoped it picked up the irony before looking at Peter again.

“He’s not an idiot. He’s a romantic.” You sighed. “He doesn’t notice Eponine because he’s in love with Cosette. And course he is. She’s prettier and richer and has perfect hair. He doesn’t even see Eponine.”

“Good hair isn’t everything. Eponine is way better than Cosette.” Peter scoffed. “I’m team Eponine all the way.”

“Are you really?” You asked hopefully.

“Oh, for sure. I see why you like this stuff. These songs are awesome.” Peter said and put the other earbud in his ear. He then flipped the camera around to film the two of you sharing earbuds. As Heart Full Of Love played in your ears, you couldn’t help but longingly staring at Peter. The fact that he had stayed up late just to listen to something you suggested made you overcome with fondness for him. If he had done something like that, maybe he actually did feel the same.

“I forgot how good this album is. I haven’t listened in a while. I used to listen to it all the time back when you…” You stopped short when you realized you were about to say too much.

“When I what?” Peter wondered. You looked him in the eyes and decided that it was time to be honest. The song ended and a new, much louder one began to play in your ears.

“Back when you liked Liz. She was Cosette. I was Eponine. I was the one pining after a guy who never noticed me because he was in love with another girl. You were never mine to lose.” You admitted. Peter stared at you for a minute before pulling his earbud out.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear a word you just said. Master of the House is such a banger. What did you say?” He asked you.

“Never mind.” You smiled. “It wasn’t important.”

He smiled back before getting a text on his phone. You looked at his phone when you heard it buzz and realized he was still recording. In other words, he had just recorded you saying you liked him. Your eyes went wide but you only had a second to panic when you read the text he had gotten.

“Did Liz just text you?” You asked in a quiet voice. You felt like you were about to throw up. Years of crushing on a boy who liked another girl turned into months of pinning for your best friend and now turned into a rock in your stomach. Peter stopped recording the two of you to answer her text, which felt a little like a slap in the face.

“Oh, yeah. We’ve been talking lately.” He absentmindedly replied to you as he laughed at whatever she had written.

“You have?” You asked with a dry mouth.

“Yeah. She says Oregon is pretty cool. But she wants to come back and visit this summer to see everyone.” He told you.

“And see you?” You asked with a sad smile.

“I guess so.” He shrugged. “It would be nice to see her.”

“Yeah. Totally.” You said weakly. “So how long have you guys been talking?”

“I don’t know. A few weeks? She texted me a little while ago and we’ve been catching up.”

“That’s awesome.” You lied.

“I know. I didn’t think I’d ever hear from her again after she moved.”

“Neither did I.” You said through a forced smile. You needed to get off the subway and away from Peter before you started crying. So as soon as the subway doors opened, you bolted out.

“I gotta go. See you later.” You called to him before running through the subway station. You wiped tears as you went up the stairs and didn’t stop moving until you were in a bathroom stall at school. You gave yourself five minutes to be upset before drying your face and leaving the bathroom. It sucked, but it could have been worse. Now, Peter never had to know how you felt about it.

Peter was beyond confused by your exit on the subway but he wasn’t about to get any answers from you. You dodged his texts throughout the day and didn’t dare go into the lunchroom where you knew he and Ned would be.

“Y/n isn’t here yet?” Peter’s huffed as he sat down at your usual lunch table.

“Not yet. Actually, I haven’t seen your girlfriend all day.” Ned realized.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Peter blushed. “And I’m pretty sure she’s avoiding me. She’s been so weird ever since this morning. Everything was fine on the subway until we got to school.”

“Well did anything happen on the subway that would weird her out? Oh no. Did you graze her boob with your hand again?”

“No. That was one time. And it was her boobs fault, not mine.” Peter whispered harshly. “We were just listening to music together and I was filming her like normal. But she could not get away from me faster once the doors opened. It was so weird.”

“Did you say anything weird to her? Girls don’t like it when you say weird things to them.”

“I know that. I didn’t say anything weird.” Peter replied as he pulled out his phone. He watched the video he had taken on the subway with no sound to see where he had gone wrong. All he saw was you looking at him with heart eyes which made his face heat up. But still, no evidence of where he messed up.

“I knew it. We were having a normal conversation about Les Mis and then I got a text from and then she ran. It makes no sense.”

“What was the text? Was it May saying something weird?”

“No. And stop saying weird. It doesn’t sound like a real word anymore.” Peter ordered. “And the text was just from Liz.”

“Oh shit.” Ned said when he heard this.

“What?” Peter wondered.

“Oh, Peter.” Ned sighed. “Peter, Peter, Peter.”

“What?” He asked again, annoyed now.

“Peter, Peter, Peter, Peter, Peter.”

“Are you gonna tell me what happened or just keep saying my name?”

“I can’t tell you. I’m sworn to secrecy. And I don’t want Y/n to put a hex on my family.” Ned said and held up his hands.

“Y/n swore you to secrecy? About what?”

“Can’t say.” Ned shrugged and zipped his lips.

“Does she not like Liz? And doesn’t want me to know?”

“Dude. Dude, dude, dude, dude. You are so close but so far.”

“So she does like Liz? Oh my God. Does she a crush on Liz? And she’s jealous that Liz texted me and not her?” Peter whispered with wide eyes.

“You’re getting colder.” Ned waved his hand. “I don’t even know how you got there.”

“That was all my guesses. Just tell me.” Peter whined.

“Hell no. I don’t want Y/n to curse my crops and make not grow for all of eternity.”

“You don’t have crops.” Peter pointed out.

“I could develop some.” Ned snapped.

“I just don’t understand what she would tell you something but not tell me. We’re best friends. She usually tells me everything.” Peter said right as his thumb accidentally hit the volume button on the video. Your confession to Peter on the subway was heard loud and clear by the two boys. Both of their jaws dropped as the video ended with you asked if Liz had just texted Peter.

“Well I wouldn’t have beaten around the bush like that if I knew you had video evidence of her saying she liked you right in your hands.” Ned sighed dramatically.

“I need to find her.” Peter said and ran out of the lunchroom. He looked around the school until he found you under the bleachers in the gym. You were sitting with your back against the wall and your knees drawn to your chest with your earbuds in your ears. When you saw Peter coming up to you, you quickly pulled them out.

“Hey.” He said and waved cautiously.

“Hey.” You smiled sadly as he sat beside you. You sat in silence for a minute as neither of you knew what to say.

“What’s going on with you? I haven’t seen you all day.” He started off. You looked at your hands to avoid making eye contact and sighed.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’ve been talking to Liz?” You asked quietly.

“I don’t know. I wasn’t hiding it. I just didn’t think it would interest you.”

“Well you have no idea how interesting I found it.” You laughed dryly. “What do you guys talk about anyway?”

“Well, she originally texted me to ask me to confirm I had an internship at Stark Industries because her boyfriend didn’t believe her when she told him she knew a guy who worked there. Apparently he’s been trying to get an internship there for years and he wanted to know how I landed mine. Then we just started catching up. I only talk to her here and there, though. And it’s only ever about school or work.”

“Oh. I thought you guys were talking talking.” You couldn’t help but smile a little when you heard the word “boyfriend.”

“No.” He shook his head. “Just regular talking. When you saw her text on my phone, she was telling me about her cat getting spaded. And I didn’t know what that meant so she had to tell me. I should’ve just googled it.”

You laughed softly at that and he did too. The tension was let out of the conversation and you could finally breathe again. When you stopped laughing, you finally looked in his eyes.

“Do you still have feelings for her?” You asked quietly.

“For her? No.” He laughed. “Those are long gone. I have feelings for someone else now.”

“Oh God. Don’t even tell me. I don’t want to know.” You groaned and buried your face in your hands. Peter looked at you for a minute until an idea came to him.

“Actually, uh, I came looking for you because I was just making another video. Wanna be in it?” Peter asked and took out his phone. You looked at him like he was crazy and could not believe he had just asked that during that moment.

“I’m not really in the mood right now, P.”

“Come on. I can’t make it without my muse.” He said and nudged you slightly. You couldn’t help but to smile at that and reluctantly nodded. He propped up his phone against the bleachers and pressed record.

“In a world where two best friends have no idea how to communicate despite spending way too much time together.” Peter said in a fake deep, gravely voice.

“Okay. Shade. That’s fine.”

“What will it take for them to admit they have feelings for each other?” He kept the voice as he looked at you.

“Wait, what?” You asked and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. Peter smiled softly at you and shrugged a little.

“What’s it gonna take?” He asked again in his normal voice.

“I don’t understand.” You laughed nervously.

“I watched the video from before. From the subway. I heard what you said.” He admitted.

“Oh shit. You watched it?” You grimaced.

“Uh huh. So if you’re Eponine, I guess that makes me the idiot who didn’t realize his best friend was in love with him?”

“I guess so.” You said with a tight smile and still didn’t understand why he wanted to film this incredibly awkward conversation.

“You know, if I didn’t have a video of it, I never would have believed that you liked me.” Peter told you.

“You wouldn’t? Why not?”

“Because it doesn’t seem possible that the coolest girl I’ve ever met liked me.” He replied.

“You think I’m cool?” You asked skeptically.

“I think you’re the coolest. And you know, I watch the videos I take of you all the time. And half of them are just clips of you existing. So I do notice you. It just took me a second to catch up.” He told you. A smile tugged at your lips as you stared into his big brown eyes.

“You’re my best friend.” You told him. “I’m sorry I want more.”

“I’m not sorry.” He shrugged.

“You’re not?”

“I’m just sorry it took me so long to wake up and find that what I’ve been looking for has been here the whole time.” He said as he hooked his pinky under your chin and brought your face close to his.

“Wait, why does that sound so familiar?” You wondered.

“Don’t think about it too hard.” Peter whispered right before your lips touched. You kissed for the first time under the bleachers but it could have been in a palace for all you knew. The world disappeared around you as Peter slipped a hand behind your head to deepen the kiss. When you pulled away, you rested your foreheads together and laughed nervously together. It was a good nervous, a happy feeling of anticipation.

“Was that Taylor Swift?” You realized when you finally placed where you knew that like from.

“Shh. No.” He shook his head. “But yes, it was. You’re not the only one with good music taste.”

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Last Name Dilemma

Yknow, this is purely for myself, happy me hating my last name. This is a yandere thing btw and please note that I am an artist, not a writer :,) so sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes

I had this amazing idea. If you don't really like your last name and get sucked into the world of twisted wonderland, why not just get a new one? It's very easy when you have suitors vying for your attention at every corner of the school! 🤭

It all started in the cafeteria...

Of course they were overjoyed you thought their last names were cool, did this mean you indirectly wanted to marry them? Well the game is on, and they for sure will win.

Much to their displeasure though, rumors speads fast at NRC, with everyone else quickly getting to know about your lastname dilemma. They are not backing down, wanting to burn the world down just to achieve their happy ending with you.

Ace

Of course you would want to marry him! He is your first friend in this wretched school after all! (Deuce would like to differ on that statement but yeah)

Ace may not be the richest, smartest or most beautiful, but he is your best friend, (hopefully) your first choise and (will make sure to be) your first love! Guy is serious. He will also pull all sorts of dirty tricks against everyone else, you're his bestie to marry no one else's!

Deuce

Ah poor little Deuce. Guy choked on his food when he first heard you talk about how cool their last names sounded. You think his last name is cool? Does that mean that you like him too? You wanna date him, marry him? Be his forever?? He is feeding into his own delusions and your words are only making it worse.

As soon as he has finished lunch he will excuse himself and make a call to his mom and tell her the wonderful news on how you and him will definitely get married! (He just gotta get you a sweet, sweet ring that you deserve)

Cater

Cater being quick on the trends, he was even quicker on the rumors about you having no last name (and definelty needing one). He has such a cute last name, it would fit so well with you! <3

He is already dreaming up the perfect magicam wedding, to show off how the oh so wonderful you chose him, and no one else. He also dreams of the private moments after, how you'll hold him as he sobs his heart out, so happy you chose him. He hopes these silly daydreams will soon become reality, cos he can't wait much longer..

He also definelty overloads you with his clones, giving you so much love you don't need to turn to anyone else for that :)

Trey

When Trey heard the rumors he sighed, feeling bad for how overwhelmed you probably are with everyone else's proposals. Well, come to him whenever you feel like it's too much, he will always make sure to lktsen to your problems (he loves the domestic feel to just having late night chats with you in the heartlbuyl kitchen as he prepares another batch of sweets for the next unbirthday party).

He will make sure that his own proposal of marriage is short and sweet, and he is sure it will win you over, who wouldn't want his sweets all day every day? He will make sure to feed and love you for the rest of eternity if you chose him <3

Riddle

Riddle is messy, he wants you as his spouse and he kinda wants it NOW, since he feels like he deserves it. You're the perfect match to him, the king of hearts to his queen od hearts...

He will show off how good of a husband he would be to you, how he will take care of you with a stable job, how he will help you with all homework and make sure you get special treatment on unbirthday parties. If he sees anyone trying to propose why they should be yours and not him, well, you know his unique magic...

Jack

Wolves mate for life. Jack wants to mate for life. Who does he want as his mate? You. You have changed his life, and he does not want to lose you, please. He is territorial, liking how your name would sound with his last name, now he just gotta make it happen..

Ruggie

Ruggie feels desperate when he hears the rumors. Why would you chose him, when you have literal celebrities, prince's and high standing people vying for you? Then he remembers, he owes you. It's usually the other way around yes, bur he owes you somehow.

With this he cooks up the amazing plan of giving you his last name as a thanks for that one time. He also gotta introduce you to his family, he knows granny bucchi is gonna peer pressure you into accepting marriage with him...

Leona

Leona will not lose you. He has lost so much coming second to everyone he knows. He will NOT lose you to anyone here, he will fight dirty and kill for you if there's a chance he gets with you. He has the money to hire help to get rid of people too, and that same money can sway you into chosing him, since that deadbeat crow ain't giving you a liveable sum to live on.

He makes sure to capture you for naps whenever he can, making sure to leave his scent on you, enough so most people can smell how he has been on you.

Floyd

Eeh? Shrimps wants a good last name?? Well with his you could scare oh so many away, leading to an easy life for you! It also leads to a fun life with you and him, and there will never be a dull moment in his life with you by his side!

Just don't take his last name with his brother yeah? Get with him instead.

Jade

Oya? The prefect wants a last name? A husband too perhaps? Jade's smile widens as he plans out how to trap you into a wonderful marriage with him. Perhaps some of his new mushrooms in his terrariums will make you tired enough to get you to sign a marriage contract with him?

Just don't marry his brother instead of him, he don't really know how he would handle that..

Azul

Azul feels himself become of sp happy whenhe heard the rumors. Finally! You will have him corner you as soon as he can, sweet smile on his face as he offers you a golden contract of his. He crafted it meticulously, making sure everything in it would be perfect for the both of you.

He tries to butter you up so badly, please he just wants you to himself, is that too much to ask for?

Jamil

Jamil has to hold back to use snake whisper, but he has it in case you chose the wrong option (not him). He wants you, he does that to lose you to anyone, ESPECIALLY KALIM. He probably uses snake whisper against others, to sabotage, to do anything. He just can't lose you...

He definelty shows off his cooking and cleaning skills, showing how he can be the perfect househusband for you. Look how good you could have it with him...

Kalim

Kalim is manipulative about this. He mat not be aware of it, bur he sure is. He wants you as his (spouce) bestie, and he will get that. Guy has never gotten a no, and he will not get one now (he hope atleast).

Let him plan you a grandiose wedding! With food, clothes, venue, parades and so much more worth millions and millions of thaumarks. He will space no expense for you!

Epel

Why is epel so roughened up? Why he fought for your hand of course! Isn't it manly to show off that you can easily fend gör your love? He also loves loves LOVES the attention you give him as you fix him up.

He feels so proud of the fights he won, wearing the scars like proud medals, so please take care of them before they get infected- he will only let you do it-

Maybe he will get into more fights if he can get your heavenly touch as a reward..

Rook

Rook stalks you on the daily, so of course he got to work as soon as the words left your mouth. He will hunt you down, get your heart and love and live happily every after :)

He 100% gets violent as well, bur of course you won't see that side of him! He wouldn't want to scare you..

Vil

Vil is certain you will chose him. He is the fairest of them all (niege don't count he is ugly), that is what you deserve. He will take care of you, especially your appearance. You've sent how he is with epel, now get ready for double that...

He dolls you up, makes you the best version of yourself so he can show you off on his socials,to mush it into that dumb nieges face that THE vil had you and niege doesn't. He is the fairest of them all with you of course..

Of course, he is the only queen worthy enought for your love and affection, so please just marry him already, he wants a Photoshoot together with you...

Idia (plus Ortho being STRICTLY PLATONIC)

I'm sorry but have you read his ssr story? Guy doxxes over nothing lol. He will breach your security if you tell him no, he has lost so much already, can't he have you please? You're the only thing he wants...

He will 100% use Ortho against you, backing you into a corner together with the robot. Ortho wants to make his brother happy, and he would be the happiest together with you. Ortho would also be so so so happy if you were his bif sibling too!

Theyve lost so much, they just want a happy family, together with you.. (ORTHO ONLY WANTS YOU AS A SIBLING NO WEIRD SHI AGAINST ORTHO PLEASE)

Sebek

Sebek has to run to lilia for guidance. Why has this human out this wonderful spell on him, why does he feel so lightweight? Why is his face so red? Why does he want to reject you for the rest od your days, more than he wants to protect malleus?

He wants to marry you. To have a wonderful marriage between human hand half fae, almost liek his parents... he will protect you at all costs. Please do love his loudmouth ass back..

Silver

Silver has no last name as well, so in his mind you both are already matching. He is too sleepy to actually do anything other than fall asleep with you.

Lilia

Lilia would snicker at the rumors. Ah, how he feels young again, silly what love can do to someone... he would love to help his son's with this, but sadly he wants this just as much if not more...

Malleus

Malleus does not want to lose his friend. His first and only real friend. He has tried to court you for so long, and now that you've dropped a hint that you wanted him (by saying you wanted a cool last name) he starts the royal courting traditions.

He follows all the traditions, step by step, being very careful to be correct and sparing no expense. He makes sure you see the future home of yours (the castle), his humongous hoard and his greatest treasure, gao gao dragon..

.. holy hell this was so much longer than what I expected. Well, who would you go for? Do tell :,)

Also, would yall want more long form content like this or way more short form? My asks got deleted so don't really have any to draw smhhh </3 so do send shi in please <3

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Daddies, Daddies, Daddies

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: you're marrying your fiance, but your mind is already on banging his father

Warnings: infidelity, unprotected sex, step dad, father in law, Daddy kink and I'm choosing not to specify more tags as they are spoilers. Read at your own discretion

18+ ONLY

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Even as you say your vows to your soon to be husband, his and your smiles beaming of future endeavors, you can't help but glance towards his impeccably handsome dad, and you're soon to be father in law. You had a thing for broad chested, soft tummied, grey speckled dilfs, and this hunk was no exception.

Yes, you love your man to be, but getting to know his family...intimately was part of the whole marriage package too. Can you blame a woman? And the way his bulge practically waved at you through those tight slacks so prettily, begging you to take a seat on your new papa in laws lap had you swaying with excitement. Heat filled your core as you grinned and held hands with your fiance. He's rambling about his promises and devotion, but your brain is too focused on what his dad's plump lips will feel lie devouring your little cunt while everyone else will be too busy getting food at the reception.

He had been eying you the entire engagement. From the moment you were introduced, his gaze traveled to your cleavage and ass before settling on your lips and shaking his hand.

It beyond amazes you he hasn't taken the next step, so far going no further than his hand grazing your lower back and prolonged hugs where youe tits pressed against his chest. He teased you for months without saying anything, but maybe he's even sluttier than you are: waiting for you to be taken before he can make a new claim. You sucking on your tongue at the image of getting railed in his powder room during Sunday lunches at your in laws house, or giving him a "tour" of your bedroom with his thick member pulsing in your mouth when they come over for Thanksgiving.

You couldn't wait to add that old man's cock to your pussy list.

"I do!" You say right on cue, and the two of you seal your kiss of matrimony with a racous applause.

After the ride to the reception hall, a bunch of hugs and warm welcomes, you're so close to getting your hands on your new daddy, so close to introducing him to his new sweet little cunt he's gonna make a happy future in, when your step dad yanks you right out of the hall and into the restroom.

"Daddy!" You shout, surprised by his grip.

"What? Thought you were gonna give everyone else some attention but your old man?" Joel tuts, tracing his rough lips across the smooth expanse od your exposed shoulders. "Or did you think you were gonna give some of my pussy away to your new daddy?"

"You're not my old man," you clarify, but you don't stop his familiar touch over your body.

He chuckles. His hands settle along your waist protectively. "You're my little girl as far as everyone else is concerned today. I'm the only daddy who showed up to give ya away didn't i? S'okay. Just like you, I didn't mean shit up there either."

You sigh, melting a bit as he presses a wet kiss to your pulse point.

"Thought you were gonna be done with me even after you got married? Gonna get a new daddy cock to ride every morning to work? Eric, that's his dad's name right? Saw ya eyin him all durinf the ceremony. Little slut, cant even say i do to a man ya marrying before drooling about his daddys dick? Yeah. Honey, he couldn't handle you like I do. Neither of em."

He smirks in the mirror as he licks your cheek with a fat strip, side eying the way your eyes get hazy in the mirror. His hands slope down your chest to cup your breasts in that gorgeous wedding dress he helped you decide on. The one that gives just the right amount of appropriate yet subtle sexiness. He squeezes the plumpness of your tits before pulling the corset line down, your titties falling free for his large palms to knead while you gasp.

"Stop thinking about getting another daddy cock in this pussy. You got one right here--" he pushes his bulge further into your ass, forcing you to grip the sink and hold yourseld from falling forward-- "right here, baby doll, to give ya everything you need. Never had a complaint not wantin my cock, did ya?"

You smirk drunkly, shaking your head. "No daddy. I love this cock."

Joel kisses the shell of your ear before unbuckling his belt and hoisting the skirt of your dress up.

You gasp when he slides his hardened length along your already soaked folds.

"How about we start working on that baby you were always wanting, huh? You been beggin me for it, told ya gotta wait till you're married. Even your In law daddy Eric mentioned he couldn't wait for ya to get round with grand babies. How bout that? He n i got somethin in common already."

He slides in, forcing your walls to part to accommodate his intrusion.

Joel sets a low pace, gripping your hip tightly as he ruts into your ass with fat slaps, his cock getting sucked right in with each thrust "Except this pussy. He ain't touching this sweet little precious cunt. Shit doll, youre soaking wet just thinking bout old man cock today, huh? Yeah, don't you worry baby. Your step daddy gonna get that baby in ya sooner than you know it. Gonna provide everything ya need. Won't need to go to your new family's side for nothin. We can keep everything exactly how it is."

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Earthquakes and Promotions

Tim Bradford x F!Nurse!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of bullets, war, shrapnel, earthquakes, injuries, blood, trauma, bruising. Light hurt/comfort.

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Ask and you shall receive! More Tim and F!Nurse Reader!!! Altho... I think she might be changing careers soon...lol Hope y’all enjoy!

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“Thanks for buying me lunch.” You looked up to Tim who was in his full patrol uniform.

“Next time you’re coming down to the food trucks by the station.” Tim said as he rested his arms on his work belt.

You let out a humorous breath and bumped your shoulder against him as you walked through the hospital halls. “I told you not to get a hot meal, you gotta stick with sandwiches or simple sides.”

Tim’s gaze moved over to you and his eyebrows raised and a small smirk grew on his face.

“But yea, next time I’ll come to the trucks. Things were just really busy in the ER today, lucky I was able to step away for 20 minutes.”

“What types of things you seein’?” Tim’s voice turned from normal to on edge.

“Just accidents, nothing LAPD needs to be worried about, I think I got one drug OD but no GSWs.” You explained knowing exactly what was happening in Tim’s mind.

Before he could answer there was a whooshing noise followed by the ground beneath them shaking. You both stumbled trying to find your footing as the land beneath you shifted and shook. A few non stationary items shifted places, carts rolling fast and slammed into walls. One managed to roll right into your abdomen, moving too quick for you to move out of its way. These hospital carts were easily 500 lbs with the computers and equipment on them, and the speed at which it came crashing into you, they could cause some real damage.

You yelled out in pain and pushed the cart against the wall behind you as Tim moved towards you and pushed you both into a doorway and on the ground.

While you were in pain, your torso throbbing from the cart, you called out to everyone who was in your vision.

“Everyone down!”

Tim looked up and did the same, “Cover your heads!”

His body hovered over yours, shielding you from anything falling above, his grip on your arms tight as you both ducked your heads in the doorway.

Shelves were falling over, dust and debris fell from the ceiling and everything was shifted and out of place, and when the shaking had finally stopped, that’s when the crisis kicked in. Voices and cries for help came from just about everywhere in the hospital once the ground settled. There was chance of an aftershock, but that was the last thing on people’s minds right now.

“You okay?” Tim said standing up and bringing you up with him, his grip still firm on your arms.

“Yea, just a bruise, nothing I can’t handle.” You turned around and gripped his arms just as tight back. It felt like minutes but you knew it was just a few milliseconds.

Tim was a first responder and you thrived in tactical medicine. While Tim knew you were hurt he also knew you wouldn’t consider it a priority in comparison to everything else, and you knew Tim wasn’t going to push you to get checked out right now, you were both going to put the job first.

All those thoughts happened within seconds, in the next second, you both looked at each other and nodded knowing you both had a job to do.

“I need to assess the ER, it’s going to be a madhouse.” You game planned with Tim.

“I can help here but depending on volume I’ll probably have to hit the streets, looting, accidents, all that.” You and him were now moving towards the trauma center bay.

You opened the doors and you clocked it, a mad house. Easily two dozen people, all injured and the staff were moving around assisting who they could. Taking in the scene you stood up on the check in desk and brought your fingers to your lips and a loud whistle echoed.

“Fractures, broken bones, dislocations to the left please!” A group of people shifted over to the side.

“What if you don’t know if it’s broken!” Someone called out.

“If you have any pain in your arms and legs move to the left please!” You answered them quickly and moved on to the next group.

“Lacerations, cuts, bruises right please!” Another group moved over quickly.

That left you with a group in the middle, this was probably the group with the worst injury, too out of it to understand or move, or internal issues.

“Marsha, attend to the left, prioritize based on pain scale and your discretion. Allen, take the right, prioritize head lacerations and deep cuts and anything NEAR an artery. David and Natalia, you’re helping me with the middle where pretty much everyone is a priority. Everyone else fill in where you can, stay alert, stay liquid.”

You moved down from the table and planted a quick kiss on Tim’s lips. “Love you, go be a hero.” And before he could respond you were moving to the middle section and getting people in beds and ordering tests and just honestly really succeeding in conditions that were set up for failure.

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The day was long, it was pretty much never ending. You lost track of time, you were probably well over your normal shift time but this was what they saved that overtime for. Not that it would have mattered or made a difference, you would have stayed regardless. The people of LA needed your help.

It was probably 2AM when things slowed down. You had attended to all the walk-ins, all the EMT emergencies, all the intake patients who were hurt and needed to be brought into the ER, all the trauma patients and even all the hurt employees. Which meant it was your turn.

You ached your way up onto the gurney, lifting your scrub top up to show the large bruise that expanded from your abdomen and a little on your lower chest.

“It’s a minor crush injury, probably a bruised rib and pelvis.” Marsha, the nurse on your team who also stayed overnight spoke as she assessed your wound. “We should do a CT scan and MRI to be safe, it’ll be covered under the hospital since you were injured on the job.” She explained knowing you were about to come up with excuses.

“Covered or not, order the tests.” Tim’s voice alerted both of you.

“I’ll go put the order in.” Marsha excused herself with a smile and nod, leaving you and Tim in the ER.

“It looks worse than it feels.” You pulled your scrubs down and moved off the gurney as Tim walked closer to you.

“Tell me that when we’re home and you can’t sleep because the pain is keeping you up.” He brought you into a hug, his hand cupping your head and his other hand rubbing up and down your back.

“This is new.” You pulled your head out of the hug and looked up at Tim, using your right hand and thumb to slightly move over his forehead where a cut was dried up and bruised.

“Got punched by someone.”

You frowned, shocked that Tim had let someone catch him with his guard down.

“Looters, one of ‘em put up a fight, not a big deal.” He shrugged and nodded for you to jump back up on the gurney. “C’mon, take a beat.”

“Must’ve been a hell of a fight. Let me clean it?” You asked him, looking up to his face.

“Tell me what to grab.” He nodded and moved to the cabinets next to the gurney.

“First and third shelf. Butterfly bandage, gauze, and saline.” You ordered him.

“No alcohol?” He looked over his shoulder at you.

“Can’t scar that pretty face.” You smirked. “We aren’t overseas at war anymore, I can treat you properly now.”

Tim brought up a chair so he was sitting in front of you. “No more ziplock bags filled with bottled water to clean cuts?”

“Or taking my shirt off to wrap around your injuries as a makeshift bandage.” You poured a couple drops of saline over his cut and took the gauze to catch the leftover.

With his eyes closed, he spoke up. “Hey, I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”

You stayed silent, a small smile forming on your face but with Tim’s eyes closed he couldn’t tell. Which is why he opened the eye that wasn’t being treated to gauge your response.

“Easy, officer. Flirting with your RN can get you into some trouble.” You placed the butterfly bandage over his brow and leaned back when you were done.

“And what about flirting with my wife?” He leaned back himself.

“Different kind of trouble.” You teased him and he laughed.

“You know, you handled this morning well. Gave good orders. Prioritized properly. Reminded me of when I met you.” Tim said as you waited for Marsha to come back.

“When I yelled at you to stop standing there and get your hands dirty?”

“And then took your shirt off to bandage my abdomen.” He teased.

“And then yelled at you to stay with me.” You retorted back.

“Yea, lot of yelling.” Tim nodded.

“Hey, the bomb went off pretty close, most of it was noise-induced hearing loss.”

“Technically that wasn’t the first time we met.” Tim stood up now and his head moved to indicate for you to move over a little so he could sit next to you.

“We met at briefing.” You wrapped your arm around his and leaned your head on his shoulder.

His head fell on yours, “Didn’t say anything to you but–”

“You wouldn’t stop staring.” You chuckled.

Tim laughed back, “No. I couldn’t.”

There was a silence between you two for a while, your hand dancing around his as you waited.

“I’ve been thinking.” Tim said, his head was still leaning on yours. “Maybe you should move back into tactical medicine.”

“Like paramedics?” You frowned.

“Yea or maybe a TEMS officer.” He shrugged, you felt it as your head lifted.

“Like SWAT?” You asked him, still confused. “I’m not LAPD, don’t think that’s possible.”

“You have tactical training from being in the Marines, you’re a RN in the emergency and trauma department, and I could get Sergeant Grey to put in a word, two Sergeants recommendations plus your experience, and some training, you’d be golden.” Tim explained.

“Two Sergeants?” You lifted your head up and turned to him. His smile grew and he looked down before looking back at you. “Apparently Grey was going to tell me this afternoon but everything happened so he told me on the way out. About 30 minutes ago.”

Your jaw dropped and your grip on Tim’s hand tightened, a squeal left your mouth and you hugged him, despite the pain you were in. “So that means when I call you Sarge it’ll actually be true.” You beamed.

“It will.” He nodded shyly, “It is.” His eyebrows raised and another shrug fell off his shoulders.

“It’s well deserved.” You moved your hand up to his cheek.

“I’m serious about you becoming a TEMS officer.” He looked into your eyes. But before you could respond Marsha’s voice caused both of you to turn towards her.

“We can take you to get the tests now, I rush ordered them, figured you’d want to get home sooner rather than later.” Masha said with a smile.

You turned back to Tim, knowing this was a larger conversation to be had.

“Go, I’ll be here waiting.”

You got up from the gurney and stared at Marsha who had the wheelchair in her hands.

“Hospital policy.” She knew exactly what you were thinking.

With a sigh, your shoulders fell and you collapsed into the wheelchair and sunk into it fully relaxed with a smile and gave Tim a quick wink.

“I’ll see you soon, Sarge.”

#The Rookie #The Rookie Fanfiction #The Rookie Fanfic #Tim Bradford #Tim Bradford Fanfic #Tim Bradford Fanfiction #Tim Bradford x Reader #Tim Bradford x F!Reader #Tim Bradford x You #Nurse!Reader #my writing #garbinge

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takingstockofwhatmattersmost · 9 months ago

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Oh, roll-top desk…with your curved lines so fine

A masterpiece of craftsmanship, a work divine

Your wooden slats, like fingers, gently roll

Revealing a workspace, creativity the goal

Your leather-lined drawers, soft as a summer breeze

Inviting me to store my treasures, and whisper secrets to thee

The intricate carvings, a symphony of design

A testament to the craftsmen who labored so divine9

Your rolled-top, a gentle slope, like a hill on the land

A place to store my poems and let my imagination expand

The soft glow of the lamp, a beacon in the night

Illuminates my dreams, and brings them to light

In your nooks and crannies, I find solace and peace

A refuge from the world, where my thoughts can release

Oh, roll-top desk, dear companion, and friend so true

Together we'll create, and make our dreams come anew

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Fun! I shall task @mikefrawley @brooklynbubbles @gracebriarwoodwrites @illbeyouranchor @infamouslyroggylives

Oh to be home! I thought eventually I’d be stained glass. Something lofty and vibrant. Maybe an elegant divan. Velvet. Or I’d be a draftsman’s table, sturdy, useful. I thought I could be a fantastical wardrobe, colorful and quiet with secrets inside. The ultimate would be a roll-top desk with lots of drawers and places for things. But I think I’m an overstuffed chair, a bit shabby and past my prime. Comfortable if you hit at the right angle, inviting and soft but slightly warped. . (Please share what furniture you’d be in this tumblr funhouse. I think I shall make it a prompt… starting with @definegodliness @mylovaboxa @chucklingpecan - keep it going.)

#poetry #spilled ink #writing #poem #twc #lunch thoughts #prompt #photos not mine but from googling #creative writing #free verse #ode to a roll-top desk

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justmeinadaze · 2 months ago

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I Have Nothing (If I Don't Have You) Part 9 (Steddie X You)

Warning: Soft Dom Security Steddie & Sub Singer Fem Y/N, SMUT, dirty talk, praising, light spanking (once), etc, FLUFF, they love her and she loves them. Y/N meets the gang in Hawkins and spends some time with Wayne.

ANGST, Y/N is a recovering alcoholic, they talk a bit about her ODing in one of the previous chapters and how they're working to trust her again. Y/N struggles with how she feels about hurting them. She does have nightmares about not being able to reach them. Eddie talks about some of his abuse with his dad and how he got scars from working security. Steve talks about his family and his father. No Cliffhanger <3.

Word Count: 5075

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Wayne grins wide as he opens his arms to fully embrace you as both boys watch off to the side with a lingering smirk on their lips.

A couple of days after your interview, you three hopped a plane to Hawkins and from that point forward you allowed them to fully take control. You wanted to see their hometown through their eyes and really get to know them especially since they were more than willing to do that for you throughout your relationship.

Beside that one kiss from each boy, you also hadn’t been intimate with them in anyway, not even reaching for their hand even though you desperately wanted to. After what happened and everything they told you, you didn’t want to push and was more than willing to wait as long as it took for them to feel comfortable with you once again.

“Hey, sweetheart. How are you feeling?”

“I’m doing alright. Just taking it day by day.”, you smile, your voice slightly garbled by his shoulder.

“Good. That’s good. Some days that’s all ya can do.”

Letting you go, he shook Steve’s hand before embracing his nephew who pretended to be annoyed even though his own arms circled around him tightly.

Now that you were lucid and could see both men side by side, you took the time to take in both Munson boys. They definitely had the same long face shape with soft eyes that contradicted their seemingly hardened by life exteriors. Eddie’s smile seemed to stretch a bit wider than his uncle’s as he showed off all of his pearly white teeth but their chuckles seem to echo each other’s eliciting a small giggle of your own.

“I’m sorry it’s not a penthouse or anything but…”, Wayne teased as he walked you three into his trailer but you could still sense the slight nervous embarrassment underneath as you looked around the area.

“I grew up in a two bed, one bath that was a one-hour drive from the city. Trust me, I feel more comfortable here than a penthouse.”

“Well, Ed’s room is back there. Feel free to change and rest for a bit while I finish making lunch.”

“You don’t need any help--?”

“No, ma’am. You’re my guest and it’s not every day I get to serve a gorgeous singer my nephew is in love with.”, he interrupts before pausing as the energy in the small area intensifies. “Hm…I see. Alright, get a move on. Go, go.”

Eddie rolls his eyes as he lightly pushes your lower back to guide you towards his former bedroom.

“Alright, sweetheart, you can take the bed and Steve can have my uncle’s while he’s at work while I crash on the couch—”

“You don’t have to. I mean…you can lay with me…if you want to…”

Both boys exchange a glance before the pretty boy gently hits his friend’s arm.

“I can take the couch. I think your uncle would be more comfortable if a relative was in his bed.”

Blinking away the tears that threatened to fall, you grab your bag with all your essentials and head towards the bathroom.

“I’ll just, um, freshen up and—”

As you walked by Eddie’s hand reached out to grab your wrist keeping you in place. His thumb tenderly ran along your skin making your head hang lower hoping your hair would block them from seeing the pain on your face.

“Do you still love me?”

“Yes.”, the metalhead murmured. “I’m just…”

“It’s hard to trust you.”, Steve helped him finish causing your heart to break.

“I understand. Trust me…if anyone understands trying to trust a toxic person, it’s me.”

Again, you try to walk away but Eddie’s grip remains firm.

“You’re not toxic. Toxic people think they’re perfect and don’t try to heal. You’re trying, Y/N. That doesn’t change the fact that you not only hurt us but scared the hell out of us. It…it may take some time.”

Nodding, you smile his way and this time he releases you to do what you needed to do.

***

“This was so good, Wayne, thank you.”, you beam as you push your empty plate away.

“My pleasure. I don’t really cook much anymore because I’m working like crazy but I miss barbeque. Eddie’s grandfather taught my brother and I how when we were little. We used to go huntin’ and everything.”

At the mention of his father, Eddie’s eyes flicked to the side as his jaw clenched.

“Tried takin’ Edward but he’s never really been the gun type.”

“Don’t you carry a gun?”

“I do, sweetheart, but how many times have you seen me use it? Exactly.”, he smirks.

“What about you, Y/N? Did your parents ever teach you anything like that?”

“Oh, uh, no. My mother was kind of a homebody and my dad never really tried to get me involved in anything he enjoyed.”, you sighed.

“I’m sorry to hear that. I don’t know if Ed told you but I’m the one that got him into playin’ the guitar.”

“Yeah? Explains why he’s so good at it.”, you grin as the metalhead blushes. “Maybe you can show me sometime or even join me on stage.”

“Lord.”, Wayne laughs as he runs his palm over the top of his head. “I left that dream behind a long time ago. I’m not sayin’ it in a bitter way. I just found something more fulfilling.”, he grins as he glances towards his nephew.

Steve’s cell phone rings and he excuses himself to answer it as Eddie does the same to smoke a cigarette.

“How have things been, Y/N? I saw your interview. That was incredibly brave.”

“Thank you. It’s, um, it’s been incredibly hard between dealing with my feelings over Simon and my parents…how bad I hurt them.”, you say as you gesture towards the front door. “I want to drink or numb it but the fear of losing them is stronger so I just do what my counselor recommends.”

“Don’t focus that sobriety on them, honey. It’s good motivation but you need to continue for yourself. You’re doing amazing.”

***

You laughed as you watched a boy with curly hair tackle his arms around Steve before doing the same with Eddie.

“I’m Dustin.”

“Hi, I’m—”

“Y/N. It’s an absolute pleasure to meet you. We’ve heard a lot about you and—”

“I’m sorry. The boy does have manners and an off switch.”, Steve jokes as he keeps his palm placed over the Dustin’s mouth before tugging him further into the patio outside of the restaurant you were meeting their friends at.

You shook each person’s hand, surprised at how young they were before landing on people closer to their age.

“I’m Robin. I’m the best friend.”, she beams as the other man rolls his eyes behind her.

“So you can give me all the juicy details?”

“And then some.”

“Hi, I’m Nancy and this is my fiancée Jonathan.”

“Nancy Wheeler? I know you. I read some of the articles you write about media and music. You wrote about me once.”

“Oh shit. Was I nice?”

“You were observant for sure.”, you smile as you take a seat that Eddie had pulled out for you.

As you take in everyone around you, you can’t help but absorb how both men change before your eyes. They both seemed softer and laughed more than you had ever seen. The metalhead became more animated as he spoke to Mike, Will, and Lucas about fantasy movies that had come out and the cool nerdy experiences he had been a part of in California. His hands became more animated as his eyes lit up and each boy hung on his every word.

Steve and Robin caught up on the gossip of Hawkins while occasionally making fun of each other that had the other giggling almost uncontrollably. His nose would scrunch as he showed off his teeth, patting her shoulder before pulling her in for a hug. You could tell he missed her so much.

“Are you going to the thing at your parent’s building tomorrow, Steve?”, Nancy asked causing the boy to close his eyes as he sighs.

“Fuck, I forgot all about that.”

“What thing?”

“My father does this annual fundraising thing for his company. It’s a big to do here in Hawkins and all the ‘elite’ go. Naw, Nance, I’ll probably skip it.”

“We can go if you want. I brought a couple of dresses—”

“It’s alright, Y/N. Thank you though.”

“Are you sure? It’s not a problem—”

“I said no!” Everyone around the table abruptly quiets down at Steve’s outburst before he hastily rises to his feet. “I’m, um, I’m sorry. Excuse me.”

As he powerwalks into the restaurant, your head hangs and Robin gently reaches for your hand.

“He gets a bit touchy when it comes to the elder Harringtons. He’s not angry at you or anything.”

After flashing her a soft smile, you stand and excuse yourself to the bathroom but Eddie swiftly blocks your path.

“I’ll walk you.”

“I’m ok, Mr. Munson.”

“Even though we’re technically on vacation, your highness, we’re still in charge of keeping you safe. One of us should be with you.”

“Ok, well come on. You can hold my skirt up while I pee.”

His chocolate eyes glare into yours as a small smile paints his gorgeous lips and for one moment you were transported back to how things used to be between you three.

“There’s that sass we fell for.”, he murmured under his breath as your own caught in your throat. “If you’re not back in five minutes, I’ll come looking for you, do you understand?”

“Yes…”

After a couple of seconds, he seems satisfied with your answer and releases you from his hold. You move with haste, not only not wanting to upset them but because you were genuinely enjoying the evening with their friends. It had been a while since you had spent time with a group of people who were genuinely excited to meet you and not just there to get something.

You couldn’t help but wonder what a life out here with them would be like. A quiet life surrounded by people who cared, not just about them but you as well. For the first time in a long time, you envisioned a happy life.

“Ow.”, Steve responded lightheartedly as you bumped into him walking back to the group. “Geez, where were you just now that you didn’t see me coming?”

“The future.”, you smile. “I was wondering what a life out here with you two would be like. That’s selfish though…I mean…you two wanted to grow your business and you can’t really do that here in this small town can you? I mean that’s why you left.”

The man’s eyes scan you over as he listens to you ramble.

“Honey, you’re too big for this small town. You were always meant for bigger and better things.”

“Honestly, the only thing I’ve ever felt certain about besides being a singer is that I’m meant for you two.”

Steve blinks as you softly smile his way.

“I’m, um, I’m sorry I snapped at you. I’m just a bit touchy when it comes to seeing my father.”

“That’s what Robin said.”, you giggle as he grins. “I can understand that but if you decide to go, we’ll be right there with you. You protect me but I can protect you to.”

***

You bolt upright as you wake up from your nightmare covered in sweat. You hadn’t told the guys but you had started having dreams again except this was the same one every night.

Silently, you rolled out of bed but paused when your foot touched something cold. Picking up one of Eddie’s many composition books, you turned on his bedside lamp and grinned at the scribbled words within. Many of the notes you recognized as verbiage from his D&D game…

Kas corners the company on their journey and threatens to end you for stepping into Vecna’s territory. You see he’s conflicted. He recognizes you from the many tales of your adventures. Do fight or flee?

Other pages had notes from what you assumed were his classes in school making you smile when you could visually see him getting distracted on the page.

Romeo and Juliet; different houses but in love after one fucking meeting. The fuck? Wasn’t he just in love with this Rosaline girl? Dude… get it together man.

Your fingers ran over what you assumed were lyrics written in black marker in the corners of most of the pages.

Pretty girl with her fingers in her hair.

I can’t help but stare

At the way she smiles

The sun can’t compare.

I guess I’ll just wallow here in despair

Because I don’t have the nerve to tell

Her I care.

“Like what you see?”

You jumped at the sound of Eddie’s voice as you quickly wiped the tear that had fallen.

“Yeah, um, just woke up from a, uh, nightmare and…did you ever tell her?”

The metalhead tilted his head to the side as he came to sit beside you, softly smiling when he read what was written.

“I didn’t. She had a boyfriend and I just couldn’t do it.”

“These lyrics are pretty good. You should write more and we can play them.”

Eddie’s grin grows as he takes the notebook from your hand and tosses it back onto the floor.

“Do you want to talk about your nightmare?” When you shake your head, he ducks down to catch your eyeline as his palm cups your cheek. “You can tell us, sweetheart, it’s ok.”

When your gaze shifts towards the doorway, you notice Steve leaning against the frame.

“It’s the same…every time…well, the same theme I guess. Sometimes I’m being swarmed by fans asking for an autograph and they push you both further away from me. Sometimes I’m on stage and everyone is screaming for me to sing but I can’t. I see you off to the side but the directors and managers won’t let me get to you. T-Tonight, I was in the hospital and doctors were telling me I took too many drugs. I told them I was sober…no one would listen.

I saw you in-in the hallway…you both looked s-s-so sad…I tried to get up…to run to you but they pushed me down and put those…those tubes in my mouth again…”

As you started to cry, Steve sat down beside you and pulled you to his chest, petting your hair while Eddie intertwined his fingers with yours.

“I’m sorry. I know we haven’t talked about it yet but I’ve thought a lot about what you guys told me. About how your relationships were in the past and how much I hurt you. I’m so sorry. You don’t deserve that. You deserve everything you’ve ever wanted and—”

Utilizing his free hand, the long-haired boy grasped your jaw and turned your lips to meet his. It had been a while since you tasted him and you were thankful to be able to again.

A small smile flickered on his lips as he backed away allowing Steve to take hold of your cheek, turning you to face him so he could kiss you to.

Tangling you in their arms, they laid you back down and held you close as you nuzzled into Eddie’s chest while bringing Steve’s arm to your own to hold like a teddy bear.

“Did you like living here with Wayne?”, you asked so innocently the metalhead couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Um, I liked living with my uncle but I didn’t like living in Hawkins. People here can be real assholes.”

“Those kids seem to really like you.”

“Yeah.”, he laughs. “They’re good kids. I guess we can’t call them that anymore. In high school we all played D&D together and they would come watch me play my guitar sometimes.”

“They’re the ones we told you about…that we would protect at The Hideout.”, Steve explained and you nodded in understanding. “Robin and I met slinging ice cream at the mall. She’s a total dork but she’s my dork.”

You smile as he chuckles, the wind from his breath warming your shoulder.

“She’s, uh, helped me out a lot when it comes to my family.”

“That’s good.”

Steve pushes up onto his elbow and you feel his eyes boring heavily into the side of your face.

“I don’t want to trigger or hurt you.” Slightly thrown off guard, you turn to face him meeting the intense, serious look painted across his features. “I didn’t have a Wayne. I was stuck for a long time with parents who were either never there or talked down to me the way your parents did to you. If we go to the party there will be drunk people, alcohol, and them. I know you want to get to know more about that side of us but, honey, I don’t think you need to physically see it.”

“Thankfully, you can’t meet that side of my chaos since he’s in jail.”, Eddie adds as he sighs.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I’m letting you two take control. If you think it’s a bad idea then I understand but I want you to know, and like I said, I can protect you to. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you…like that I mean. I know you said I’m not allowed to take bullets for you or—”

“What did we say, baby?”, the long-haired boy scolds lightly as he places his palm over your mouth. “You can’t think or say things like that. As your security WE protect you physically. As men that love you…”

“…We can handle everything else.”, Steve finishes before you notice both sets of eyes cloud over as a thought passes. “But I think we should be clear…we can’t do that again. We can’t find you…that way.”

“We understand it’s not easy, sweetheart, but we’re here for you. You just have to be open and talk to us when you’re scared or feeling low. We’re not him, Y/N, or any of the other assholes you dated. We would never hurt you like that.”

“I know.”, you murmured in a small tone that had their eyes fleeting from left to right as they tried to fully read you. “I promise I’ll do everything I can. I don’t…I don’t want to go through that again either.”

Tears steadily flowed as they tenderly kissed them away.

“What’s going through your mind, honey?”, Steve whispers.

“I missed you two.”

“We’re always right here, pretty girl.”, Eddie cooed, placing his palm on your belly and caressing your skin with his thumb.

“Will you make love to me? The way you like?”

“The way we like?”, the pretty boy grins. “Cause you don’t like it to?”

“I like when you take control.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”, you pleasantly sigh as their lips attach to either side of your neck, gently sucking little marks into your flesh before their tongues darted out to soothe. “Fuck—I-I-I kind of liked what you did last time.”

The metalhead’s eyes met yours as he pushed up onto his elbow to watch your eyelids flutter as Steve’s hand slid under the waistband of your panties and shorts, cupping your sex as his hips began to subtly grind against your side.

“N-Not the…you two hurting part…but the…the…”

“Tossing you around and fucking you part?”, Eddie answered for you, laughing when you nodded and turned your head so your lips could passionately lock with his friend’s.

The long-haired boy quickly pulled off your garments, marveling at the sight of your wet pussy as it dripped and clung to Steve’s fingers.

After crawling back in beside you, his lips clung to your neck again as his own hand massaged your breast eliciting a low groan that had you clenching tightly and the pretty boy grunting in your ear.

“I love you.”, you murmured softly as your palms reached between your bodies to find the prominent dents in their boxers. “F-Fuck, Steve, please.”

The obscene sound of your slick filled the room as his fingers moved within, constantly hitting that button that had your hips bucking.

“Please, please, please.”

Blinded by white and absorbing the pleasant sound of their moans in your ears, your body trembled as you came. A palm cupped your cheek and you couldn’t help but smile against nicotine flavored lips as your frame twitched in the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Please, Eddie. I need you.”

“You need me, sweetheart?”

As you repeated yourself, he threw his underwear the floor, took you in his arms as he sat up, and helped you straddle him with your knees against the mattress. While one of your arms circled around his neck, your other palm caressed is cheek as he took hold of his shaft and held it steady as you guided yourself blindly down onto his length.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Tell me how it feels, baby.”

“Feels so fucking good. I missed you so much, Eddie.”

As a sob chokes from your throat, the man leans back just enough to hold your face in his hands.

“Hey, hey. I’m right here. We’re right here, your highness.” A breathy laugh leaves your lips at the name as he smiles wide and tenderly kisses your chest. “So beautiful, Y/N. I got you, sweetheart. There you go.”, Eddie praises as you begin to roll your waist. His calloused fingers take hold, helping you find a rhythm that has you both whimpering as you cling to each other.

“That’s our good girl. Shit—baby, just like that.”

His palm lightly but firmly spanked your behind and you took that as a signal to bounce. With each slam of your hips, his cock would aggressively hit that spongy spot turning you into the equivalent of goo as your pace became sloppy.

Keep a tight hold on your lower back, Eddie lifts you, placing you on your back as he takes over, thrusting into you with earnest energy as his fingers curl into the comforter on either side of your head.

“I love you, Eddie.”

“I—mmph—I love you to, Y/N.”

At his gruff tone, you reach up to push some his long, curly tendrils away from his face and you see it immediately within his glassy chocolate eyes. He missed you as much you did him; even more so. The feeling of being inside you again, touching you, tasting you, hearing your voice… he was thankful to be absorbing it again.

“C-Cum with me, baby.”

Nodding, he fell flat against you and rolled his waist as he pounded into your cunt. Your nails dragged down his back and he grunted into your ear as you felt him paint your walls. While he sloppily pumped his hips, your pussy quivered around him as you came.

As his warm breath hit your skin, you softly kissed his cheek and shoulder till you both came back down from your highs.

“S-Steve?”

“I’m right here, honey. I’m not going anywhere.”, he coos as he crawls down to lay beside you both on his stomach and tenderly pets your head moving some the hair sticking to your sweaty for head. “I know you said you wanted to do it how we like but, baby, we like this to. We like holding you and kissing these beautiful lips.”

When Eddie finally rolled to the side on his back, the other boy firmly placed his hand on your hip and sild you over till you were underneath him.

“We like seeing your gorgeous face. Look at this pretty girl.” His compliment had you blushing and he can’t help but bite his lip as he beams down at the sight. Slowly rolling his hips, you whimper as he runs his cock between your pussy lips, practically growling at the feeling of your slick soaking him.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet. Are you ready, baby?”

“Yes, I’m ready. I need you, Steve.”

With his eyes never leaving your face, he watches as your eyebrows come together and your mouth falls open as he gradually guides himself inside you inch by inch.

“Goddamn, I love watching you as you take me. No one takes our cocks like you do, Y/N. Your tight little pussy holding me just right.” As his dirty words continue to fall almost absently from his mouth, his head falls into your neck as your fingers tangle in his hair and he trusts into you at slow but firm pace.

“I love you, Steve.”

“I love you to, Y/N. Fuck.”

“D-Don’t…don’t stop talking to…me.”, you beg, feeling him slightly smirk against your throat.

“What do you need to hear, baby? Tell me.”

“H-How…”

“You can do it.”, he encourages.

“How I can…I can feel you in my stomach, Steve. So deep.”

“Mmph—yeah, baby, I am. Do you like the way my cock feels?”

“Yes. Shit—please…harder.”

One of his long arms reaches around and hooks under one of your knees, slightly tilting your knee closer to your other ear as he pounds into you. The slightly new angle has your eyes rolling as you groan and continuous grunts spill from the man inside you.

“Cum for me, Y/N. I want to feel your body shake against me.” The euphoria was almost too much as you clung to him and chanted his name as you did what he commanded. “Good girl, baby. Good fucking girl.”

“C-Cum, Steve. Fill me up… please…”

At your exasperated insistence, he relentlessly chased his high till he groaned and dropped your leg as he pumped his release into your cunt.

Just as you had done with Eddie, you gently kissed his cheek and rubbed his back till he found the energy to roll off you.

“So, now comes the fun part.”, the metalhead jokes making you laugh harder than you had in the last few months.

“What’s ‘the fun part’?”

“I know you said you grew up in a small house but have you ever showered in a trailer, sweetheart? Well, it’s going to be an experience.”, he grins when you shake your head.

After literally jumping out of bed, he lifts you in his arms and brings you to the bathroom where you watch him turn on the water as Steve come up behind you and wraps his own limbs around your stomach.

Once everything is ready, Eddie takes your hand and guides you in while the other boy hops up on the counter and closes his eyes as he leans his back against the wall.

While the metalhead cleans you, you take in the little scratches you left on his back that were beginning to rise thanks to heat. As he stands to his full height, you remember the scars you had seen numerous times now on his chest and silently reach out to graze your fingertips along one on his shoulder.

“Some asshole scratched me with a beer bottle during a bar fight the band we were securing played at.”, he replied softly before taking your hand in his and guiding it to a faded scar on his ribs. “I was pushed through a window like some fucking wild west movie.”, Eddie chuckles and you hear Steve’s own breathy laugh at the memory.

Slowly, he moved your fingers lower along his skin to a prominent scar on the lower side of his abdomen.

“My father panicked when the car he was trying steal wouldn’t open fast enough and when he turned to bolt he cut me with the thing he was using to break in. One of the few times he hurt me on accident.”

Rushing forward, you wrap your arms tightly around him, throwing him off guard for a second as his hands raise in surprise before coming down to press your head to his chest.

“Come on, your highness. Let’s get you dry and in some comfy clothes.”, he whispers, reaching behind you to turn off the water and open the curtain.

You allow them to take care of you, Steve making you giggle as he shakes the towel along your hair a bit overdramatically like a dog.

“Do you have any scars?”

“Visible ones, honey, no. When it comes to our job, Eddie’s the biggest idiot.”

“You’re welcome.”, Eddie sasses making you both smile.

“Did your dad ever hurt you…like his?” The pretty boy’s eyes shift to your left into a void as if sifting through all of his memories before finally shaking his head as his jaw tightens. “Neither did mine but…their words definitely left scars…Simon was a mix of both.”

Both men silently nod as they tuck you in under the covers and you promptly cling to them, thankful they are in your arms once again. The boys wait patiently till your thumb that was lightly caressing Eddie’s ribs stops moving and your breathing steadily warmed Steve’s palm that you were holding to your chest before finally speaking.

“Are we going to your parent’s thing? I always have a suit just in case with our line of work.”, the metalhead whispers towards his friend. “I understand your fear but don’t use her as a reason to not go because you’re afraid.”

“I’m not afraid.”, Steve snapped as he exhaled. “I just…I can’t protect her there because I can’t focus around my dad. He’s one of the few people that rattles me.”

“Is it because you can’t protect her or because you’re afraid of her seeing you rattled?” His friend’s silence seemed to answer his question. “We’re asking her to be vulnerable and more than once, Steve, we saw her at her lowest. The least we can do is open the door and give her a glimpse. She wants to get to know us better and unfortunately our parents were apart of us. Of course, I’m not saying we have to go but I am saying you need to be honest with her.”

Steve nods but the sound of your groan pulls their attention back towards you.

“Shhhh… everything’s ok, honey. We’re right here.”, he soothes as he uses his free hand to move your hair back so they can see your face better.

“You’re safe, sweetheart.”

As Eddie kisses your forehead they both softly smile as they watch your features calm at the sound of their voices.

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