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"passenger princess" | chapter six

the hobbit | a modern!AU by itsonlydana

❱ pairing: Thranduil x fem!reader

❱ wordcount: 4,9k

❱ summary: a horror movie, 'your dad jokes' and overcoming the fear of being vulnerable by opening up

❱ warnings: mature language

❱ an: we're back on schedule! Anyone got the reference with the documentary?🤭

general m.list + series m.list

🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot - especially with longer projects <3

CHAPTER SIX: MOVIE

It was movie night and once again you found yourself sitting on the giant sofa, a glass of wine cradled between your hands as you watched Legolas and Aragorn argue over what to watch.

It was amusing, really, to simply sit back and observe how both completely missed the fact they could be on the same page if they weren't blinded by the urge to please the other.

While Legolas was trying his hardest to convince Aragorn you didn't have to watch another romcom and he would much rather try to understand that one French art film Aragorn studied in his poetry class, the brunette was keen on rewatching Mean Girls for Legolas.

They seemed to have forgotten you were there to be included in the discussion.

Feet burrowed into the cushions under you you sipped on the wine that Thranduil brought out to the pool two days ago.

Every sip brought the scent of sunscreen and the warm rays of sunshine back to you on this rainy evening.

Your gaze trailed to the floor-to-ceiling windows next to the sofa, right outside to where the pool was illuminated by lanterns and laid undisturbed except for the raindrops splattering onto the surface.

Thinking back to that day, you felt a heat creeping into your cheeks that not only came from the wine.

You had no idea what had been the push into the decision but when Thranduil had joined you in the pool, he had joined you. Not just sitting at the edge or watching you from the shadow of the terrace.

He'd come outside and immediately shed himself from his shirt and trousers, leaving you to a close death with every layer of fabric removed and every bit of light skin revealed.

You nearly had a heart attack at the sight of his upper body and the lean muscles you had known were there, but never had the pleasure –and oh, it truly was a fucking pleasure– to see in all their glory.

Thranduils shoulders were broad, yet fit his form and the adonis belt that accentuated his –must be said– slender waist.

The sentiment that no man his age should be allowed to be this good-looking extended to include all men or women no matter the age. It made little sense to you that this man looked like that at his age when you knew full well that he didn't exercise.

He had a body to fantasize about, and you gladly did.

"What do you say?" Aragorn called to you from the other end of the couch, where he was rubbing his temple, "Tell Legolas I really don't mind watching whatever he chooses."

"Oh, you remembered I'm still here?" you asked while Legolas gasped and clicked his tongue in annoyance, "Yes, but you shouldn't not mind, you should enjoy the movie as well!"

"Legolas, I mean it. It's alright if we watch Mean Girls!"

"Woah, pause!" you took another sip and swiped the air with the other hand. "You two have been so insufferable ever since you did it. Can we go back to pining but without all the.. you know, back bending for just a movie?"

It shut them up, maybe they thought you hadn't noticed them sneaking off together or whatever the reason was, you were glad for the momentary silence.

"Let's just do the 'surprise me' thingy and no one will be truly happy, alright?"

No idea when you'd become the voice of reason but both nodded in agreement, sparing shy smiles to each other that said more apologies than Legolas had ever given to you in words, for the evenings you had to watch his choice of movie.

Love could really change a person.

"Fine," Legolas threw his long legs into movement, walked to the cabinets next to the flatscreen, and grabbed the remote. "Next time we–"

"We'll have the same discussion over and over again," Aragorn added.

"You're disgusting," you pretended to gag, heaving your chest for dramatic effect, "Finishing each other's sentences is so cringe."

"Using cringe in a sentence is cringe."

"Shut up and dim the lights, Las. Please down to the level that's in your head, alright?" You smiled angelicly, cheeks hurting from the effort though it was all worth it at Legolas scowl when he tried to fish for a response but ended up silently muttering under his breath and turning the lights off.

Engulfed in near darkness you only saw his lanky figure reach for something on the incliner next to the sofa before a cushion flew toward you with a scarily accuracy.

Wouldn't you have leaned to the side because you wanted to place the glass onto the coffee table, there would've been an accident for sure.

"Legolas you fucking idiot," you swore, already grabbing the cushion that hit your back. "Do you want another wine-stain incident?"

The wine-stain-incident of last year went down in history as the biggest argument this house had ever seen.

Legolas and Thranduil had been arguing like never before, snapping at each other back and forth for days over red wine spilled over the newly bought designer sofa cushions.

It went so far that Legolas camped at your dorm for a whole weekend, clearing out your fridge and complaining that his Ada was up his ass for an accident he didn't even remember.

After three days of coming home from work and seeing Legolas sulk on your bed, the thing that pushed your patience over the edge had been one night when the blonde couldn't sleep and decided that your bed was big enough for him to cuddle you; big surprise: it wasn't.

Nothing was big enough in the tin can of a dorm.

"So what?" Legolas fell onto the sofa next to Aragorn, giving you plenty of space to spread out on your half, "I'm just gonna tell him it was you again. Nothing's gonna happen then."

"You're a wicked man, Las," Aragorn said. Legolas grinned.

You snorted. "Sure, if you want your ass handed to you. Don't think it's going to work twice."

"Oh no, it will." Legolas raised an eyebrow much similar to his father, "Just like last time his anger will go up in the smoke the second he sees you and then–" he cooed in a very over-the-top imitation of Thranduil, "–no no no, it's alright! I hated the sofa anyways.. what? It's new? Doesn't matter, I'll buy a new one, babe."

"He doesn't sound like that and it wasn't like that!" you complained.

It had been exactly like that.

"It kinda was," Aragorn chimed in and received a smile (Legolas) and an angry huff (you).

Legolas tapped away on the remote, lightning up the living room as the flatscreen showed the last thing that had been watched.

Some nature documentary that, in the small second Legolas gave you before opening up the streaming app, seemed to be about whales and crocodiles.

Thranduils taste in movies was everything Legolas didn't enjoy: docus with long biology conversations, silent black and white classics or, his guilty pleasure, fake jury shows where he would point out where they went wrong or how inaccurate the case was.

You adored how he would sit on the sofa wearing his slim glasses and pretend he wasn't interested in the drama at all.

"Alright," Legolas said and pressed a button for the random movie.

"By the way," you said hushed, "He doesn't call me babe. Your father calls me sweetheart or darling, which is completely different and so much more endearing in my opinion."

Aragorn let out a loud breath and leaned over to rub Legolas' shoulder. "Wow, that was basically a 'your mom' joke, although much more eloquent. Hope you're alright."

"He will survive," you waved off, "It's not like I told him how he–"

"No, I actually don't want to hear that!" Legolas interrupted you loudly and turned up the sound of the TV, shutting down every remark that could've followed by the loud boom that cracked through the surround system like thunder.

You didn't need to read the title of the movie, that the first scene was a first-person shot of someone running through the woods at night and the only sound was their breathing and the snapping of twigs was telling you exactly what you were in for.

"Sorry," Legolas said before you even opened your mouth, grinning over at you in the moonshine light of the movie, "No take backsies for any insults just because you don't wanna watch horror!"

"But–"

"No no, no buts."

"You're so mean," Aragorn said to Legolas, but nevertheless grabbed one of the blankets beside him and threw it toward you, "Here, to protect you from any murderers."

You stuck out your tongue at him and yanked the blanket over.

Horror, was by far, the worst outcome of the random selection.

Everything else would've been fine, hell, even a compilation of every time you'd embarrassed yourself in front of Thranduil could be an easier watch than an hour.. oh well two hours of jumpscares.

"You'll be fine," Legolas was already munching on the popcorn he'd prepared earlier, throwing the golden snack into his open mouth and –naturally– not missing a single piece.

It was infuriating how talented he was in some aspects.

"Just don't look to your left and imagine the killer's waiting for you behind the trees."

"I hate you so much."

As expected, the blanket provided little comfort as the movie progressed and whenever you glanced over to Aragorn and Legolas, you could see them whispering together, quietly laughing over the dumb decisions the main character made.

So unfair they had fun while you suffered.

The scenes got even worse the longer you watched, tension sharpening like the knives you saw on screen, flashing in and out as the killer sneaked through the woods. The wind outside as well as inside screamed like a boiling kettle, rattling as the storm picked up and hammered the wind against the window.

There were creaks and echoes everywhere.

Every hair on your body stood up, an electrifying rush of adrenalin cursing through your body and having you cling to the blanket in an attempt to shield yourself.

It came out of nowhere.

The sound of a door opening and immediately shutting close with a bang loud enough that you let out a scream like your life depended on it.

It led to Legolas joining in, yelling in surprise and as he turned around to stare into the dark kitchen, the popcorn flew everywhere.

There, looming in the doorframe was a tall figure, dripping water and looking extremely haunted by the white flashes of the screen illuminating long wet hair and hauntingly sharp cheekbones.

"Oh my fucking god.. fuck! Fuck this shit," you gasped for air, inhaling one breath after the other until you were nearly dizzy.

"Ada, you scared the shit out of us!" Legolas quickly let go of Aragorn, whom he'd jumped the second he'd heard your scream pierce the quiet room.

"My apologies," Thranduils deep rumble sounded.. off. Strained, like the lopsided smile on his lips. "That was not my intention." He looked around, pausing at you and for a second the look on his face seemed haunted. "Please, continue. I'll be upstairs and make sure not to bother you anymore."

"Thran–" you started and rose to bend over the back of the sofa.

He stopped in his movement, haltering to nod at you, "Hi, sweetheart, excuse me for scaring you like that. You look lovely, though." And then he was already stalking back to the hallway, his wet hair clinging to his equally drenched coat.

You turned to Legolas and Aragorn, your expression communicating the confusion you felt clearly by the look of their equally unsure faces.

"Ada?" Legolas called, not looking away from you, his eyebrows drawn together.

"Yes?"

"I may have spilled wine onto the new white carpet. It was some hours ago but maybe we can fix it?" Questioningly you inclined your head, close to asking him what the fuck he was talking about, when Thranduil answered:

"Oh, no worries," –your eyes widened– "It's fine. Let's talk later."

"Well," Legolas stated as soon as you heard Thranduil walk up the stairs. "Either someone kidnapped Ada and that's someone else, or he's calculating how to murder you two for practically living here at this point."

Aragorn, sensing that this wasn't the time to continue, paused the movie. Even he was frowning.

You fell back onto your bottom, eyes flickering back to the doorway in uncertainty. "So I didn't just hallucinate that? You noticed how weird he was?"

"So weird. Maybe something happened?" Aragorn mused and started picking up the popcorn Legolas had strewn all over the place.

"Maybe he finally realized I live here rent-free as well."

You and Aragorn looked at each other. You spoke up first: "Las, the way you inhale his snacks and wine he's just ignorant of the fact. Do you have any idea what's up with him?"

Legolas shrugged, throwing one of the popcorn pieces into his mouth again. "Not the slightest. Haven't seen him like that since.. oh–", he paused, grimacing like he tasted something sour.

"What?" Next to him, Aragorn took away another lint-covered popcorn before he could eat that as well.

Suddenly, Legolas seemed sheepish, his gaze scattering everywhere except you which you immediately noticed.

"Legolas, since when?"

"'S probably doesn't matter," he mumbled, his face turning a traitorous reddish shade that reached the top of his pointy ears.

"You're lying," you detected, not trying to hide the sharp edge in your voice. This was quickly escalating, moving far beyond a simple discussion over what movie to watch. "What's going on? He's never like that… at all. He looked like he'd run over someone!"

"Love," Aragorn tried softly, but you were already too busy staring at Legolas to notice.

"You really want to know?" Legolas asked, the blanket he and Aragorn were under clutched into his fists. "I'll tell you but don't, and I mean it, don't zero in on that. This could be different, like completely." After your nod and a look over his shoulder to check that Thranduil wasn't creeping through the hallway with an axe, he continued:

"Y'know my mother left him, right?"

As soon as he mentioned her, you grew wearily. "Yes–"

"So she left when I was still a baby, like no worries he's fine with it and I'm fine with it and we were alright. He kinda knew it would happen, she was around but never there. He was the one giving up half of his firm so that he could work less and mostly from home. She just.. didn't change at all and when she was gone, Ada wasn't surprised."

You knew the story, it was one of those things Legolas had shared with you under the confined comfort of the blanket of the night and his bed.

"Uhm.. yeah, I don't know how to tell you this but she came back once."

The world swayed, ripping open right in front of you and you felt yourself tumbling, one foot over the edge of that darkness this statement had dunked your head into.

"Oh," you said, immediately trying to shut down the feelings of unease and insecurity gnawing at your mind. "I mean, she's your mom?"

Legolas huffed, "Barely. Biologically yes, but even then one could argue I'm Ada's clone." He grew serious again, his long fingers tapping the arm he'd thrown over his middle, "T'was like what.. nine years.. ten years ago? I was in the kitchen doing my homework when the keys turned and some woman suddenly stood in front of me that I didn't recognize but knew who she was. I kinda screamed. Ada came and when he saw her, he looked just like he looked then."

You blinked, your breathing coming in a bit faster than what you would define as 'totally fine'.

"What happened then?" Aragorn asked for you. Thankfully, because you weren't sure what to say.

"He threw her out and called someone to change the locks," Legolas said and lifted his head to stare at you, "Ada told her to go to hell or he'll sue the living shit out of her for child abandonment and whatever dirt he would find. Yes, he had the same look on his face, yes he was so fucking weird and kind of apathetic but, and listen to me; this could be a whole other thing."

"Wha– what.." you started, stumbling even over that one word, "what if it's not? Maybe he changed his opinion over time."

"Sure," he rolled his eyes but dropped the sarcasm when it did not comfort you at all, "No seriously, believe me, he doesn't want her in his, my, or our life. Not then, not now, not when you two finally figured yourselves out."

While that helped just as much as throwing a single glass of water onto a giant campfire, you nodded and put on a mask of uninterest.

Simply because it was much easier than getting into a whole discussion over feelings that may or may not be out of place.

He could've simply had a bad day at work.

"Let's just continue?" you asked, nearly begged, and were glad when Legolas and Aragorn didn't say another word but started the movie again to fill the awkward silence.

Under the blankets, you were wired.

You'd known you should've let it rest, to leave Legolas alone and maybe if that story had stayed untold, the straw just waiting to be dropped, hadn't dropped to throw your mind into a frenzy that was based on a "what if" situation you had on your hands because of a single, small interaction.

Well, it stood out and didn't fit Thranduil at all, but should you really care that much?

As Legolas said, you and he hadn't even figured out what was going on, just that there was something you both wanted to pursue.

The movie didn't fade you the slightest after the conversation, the next minutes flew past you like they didn't happen at all and when you heard Thranduil come down the stairs and walk into the kitchen, you flew from the couch.

"Be right back," you muttered as you ducked past Legolas and Aragorn; the latter brushing his hand over yours to give it a gentle squeeze.

The momentum that led to you standing up in the first place left you at the sight of Thranduil's turned back, hunched over a plate of chocolate cake Legolas had bought while shopping for snacks.

He looked so weary and tired, deep worry lines indicating his age, still attractive and even more now that he had his hair up in a bun and wore sweatpants you'd never seen him in, but yes, exhaustion was written all over his face when he turned around.

"Hi," you shuffled around, making a lame hand movement that was neither a wave nor anything else, "Should I go? No forget that, of course I'll leave you alone. Never asked, alright? Bye—"

"Stay?"

The question was soft and almost overshadowed by the squeaks of fear coming from the TV.

"I…," you started, stammering but when Thranduil held out the plate and the cake he was still shoveling into his mouth in big bites, you agreed. "Of course."

You jumped onto the counter next to him, ignoring how the sight of sweatpants, gray slightly baggy but not baggy enough sweatpants!, up close messed up every single thought swarming around your head like busy bees.

He leaned back against the counter beside you, ankles crossed and his head thunked against one of the hanging cabinets on the wall.

For a while, all you did was let Thranduil feed you bites of the cake, taking every fork he held up to your mouth carefully and swallowing the questions you wanted to ask with it.

He ate as well, lifting one bite after the other to his lips in between feeding you and every time your eyes hung onto his plush mouth.

Not because his rosy lips looked especially enticing with chocolate cream smeared into their corners, but because of the indications of his teeth in them, in the raw bitten look of them that told you there was definitely something going on.

"Hey," you nudged your leg against his side, "do you want to talk about it?"

The sigh that left his throat sounded more like the groan of a pained animal, his Adams Apple bobbing as he swallowed another bite before placing the plate on the kitchen island.

"You don't have to," you followed up in a rush, not wanting to corner him or force him.

"I should." Thranduil kicked one foot against the counter and turned his head so he looked at you.

Sitting up there, you were close enough to reach over and, in a moment of spontaneity, wipe away the chocolate on his lips.

He caught your hand, pressing a quick kiss onto your palm and keeping it in his when he dropped them.

"Yes, I should absolutely tell you," he swallowed again, "you have a right to now as someone.. as someone important in my life." The way he talked and furrowed his eyebrows showed how much energy and willpower it took him to admit that.

It meant a lot that he tried and cared about the conversation about opening up and being there, being in.

"I got a call at work today that I didn't expect and I'm still unsure what to make of it." Thranduil's hand tightened ever so slightly. His teeth once again found their place in his lower lip, dragging it back and releasing it.

"A lawyer informed me Legolas' mother wants to talk to me."

The air left your body instantly, the sentence punching you into the gut with an iron fist that had 'shouldn't have asked' imprinted on it and marking you all over.

Thranduil noticed, of course, he did, and lifted your intertwined hands for another kiss onto your knuckles.

"I told them not to bother me again," he clarified fast, "Told them ten years ago, told them now."

"Legolas told me that happened," you admitted quietly and let your head fall on top of his shoulders.

"I hope he told you that I had never any interest in keeping contact or searching that woman. I respected her choice to step away from our lives; she expressed a reluctance to embrace motherhood, and I had no authority to impose that role on her if it brought genuine discontent."

"Yes, he said that as well to comfort me."

"And I presume it did not?" Thranduil spoke forward into the otherwise empty kitchen and you followed his words with your eyes, searching the tiled floor for the courage to jump over that damn river of worries that hindered you from opening up.

He did it as well, you thought, he said you had a right to know, that you were someone important in his life.

"No," you finally acquiesced, feet firmly planted onto the metaphorical ground.

"Not the slightest. There is this woman I don't know, the mother of my best friend and the ex-partner of this man I really like and she's a total mystery and suddenly I hear she tried contacting you a few years back and now again and my mind can't help but project that she would be a much better fit to you than me."

There was a pause as the words sunk in.

Then Thranduil turned, opening up your legs with his large hands and stepping in between them.

The dimmed kitchen lights made this intimate, tension there was none for the look in his eyes spoke more of worry and his hands placing themselves under your thighs to pull you closer with effortless strength acted more out of the need to hold you than anything sexual.

"Darling," Thranduil's face filled your entire vision, the impact of the worry etched into the darker circles under his eyes hitting you square into the heart. "I can follow that train of worry and this is not me dismissing it but rather me questioning myself and my actions. Have I given you a reason to believe you're not the only one I want to spend my time with? You alone roam through my house and my head and dreams as if you own them, no one else."

You shook your head and rested your free hand on his chest, splaying your entire palm on the crimson sweater he wore, "Never. But she's probably your age and I'm... well I'm not."

"That is true. She is my age and you are not. She's also– what did Legolas say ten years ago?" He thought back, "Ah yes," he tipped his head closer, leaning his forehead against yours, "No one important. No one worth a second thought. No one, and now those are my words, that would come between you and me."

Your hands wandered, trailing up his collarbone standing out, and up his cold throat.

The hairs you brushed on his neck were still slightly wet, curling at the bottom as they slowly dried. "Then why were you this worried?"

He paused, mirroring you and cupping your face in his warmed hands, "This plagued me for different reasons. A part of me feared you would get scared and I might lose you, and the other was circling the dumb idea that Legolas could be angry that I blocked her off."

"So it was stupid of me to be jealous," you exhaled a deep breath, feeling the heavy weight being lifted of your heart as Thranduil's thumb followed the curve of your jaw and chin.

"Feelings are never stupid, they are valid in every form as long as you don't single them out or ignore your mind. And for you, that's really important because you have a really clever mind." He tapped your temple with his pointer.

A laugh escaped you, easing up the tension. "We're getting good at this," you said and nuzzled your head into his palm, "y'know, talking."

"I do feel very wise right now," Thranduils voice was airy and light, falling into that usual banter you guys were so much better at.

"Mhm, must be the age."

Where his voice had been light, his chuckle was deep and throaty, the tone rasping over every word he spoke: "My age allows for exceptional knowledge in many areas."

If you had been a maid in earlier times, that statement would've caused you to faint and even now it brought a heavy blush to your face at the directness in it.

Because you neither knew what to answer nor to do, you lightheartedly shoved him away, and while you regretted not going in for a kiss, the euphoric feeling that spread through you as he chased behind you through the kitchen made up for it.

"Come on, Grandpa," you giggled, swatting away his arm as he reached for your middle, "Use your knowledge to protect this fair maiden from the movie we're watching."

Legolas's head turned just as you entered the living room, the skeptic look on his face morphing into an understanding smile when Thranduil followed close behind you.

"Fair maiden?" he snorted, "Please, as if."

"Shut up Las," you hit his head as you passed him, nearly hitting Aragorns chest as well and wow, when did they decide that showing their affection in front of Thranduil wouldn't lead to instant death?

You settled into the cushions again, pulling Thranduil next to you.

There was a passing look between Thranduil and Legolas, where Legolas raised an eyebrow daring his father to say anything, and then between Thranduil and Aragorn, where they both nodded at each other before turning away; Thranduil to you, Aragorn to Legolas.

It was so weird, your lips curled.

Then you realized the movie was paused, the screen showing the beginning rather than the middle where you'd left.

"Noo," you whined as realization hit you, "You didn't continue!"

"Why would we? It's so much funnier if you're crying and screaming," Legolas teased and you fired a look of pure hatred at him that he reflected with an angelic smile.

Next to you, Thranduil had made himself comfortable, long legs stretched out and one arm lifted onto the cushions, giving you an encouraging nod to come closer.

You followed the invitation, huddling closer until you were nearly glued to his side and, after drawing the blanket over the both of you, his arm found its place on your hip, fingertips lifting your shirt just enough for him to feel the warmth of your stomach under his spread palm.

"Don't worry," he whispered and his nose nudged the crown of your head, "I scream much louder watching these movies. Now, Legolas, know that after this movie you're in for spilling wine again and ruining the carpet!"

"Wasn't me." Legolas tipped his chin to the wine glass next to where you'd sat when Thranduil had come home instead of telling him that there was in fact no stain or no ruined carpet.

"Oh," Thranduil's hand started circling your stomach, causing the army of butterflies in there to fly high, "then don't worry, sweetheart. I hated it anyway, ugly color, so much white. I'll buy a new one in red if you like that color that much."

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Macaque x GN!Reader: Studies Over Me

Of course, I’d do a studying/overworked reader with Macaque after doing one with Wukong. It seemed only fair since I have been gone for so long. Hope you guys enjoy~~~

Warnings: Angst with fluffy ending!!! Also literally one line referencing potential Shadowpeach, but it could be read as platonic or romantic, if you so choose. Just generally Macaque being a petty bish because he’s a sad monkey baby.

College was a handful, no matter how many classes you take. It’s everything hard about regular school, but now you’re paying money to go, and professors sneer at you if you have even one C level grade on your transcript. The pressure was hard for Y/n. This was the semester they took English Composition, which basically was code for: Essay Class.

Macaque knew that Y/n was stressed with school, as he had known them since they took their first semester before this one. But even if he knew the that they were struggling, he didn’t really understand how the struggles felt. What made it tricker for him was the fact that this was the first semester Y/n had started since they and Macaque had begun dating. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Macaque felt sad bitter that he wasn’t getting as much attention from Y/n because they were so focused on their class.

When they weren’t in class, Y/n seemed to only be able to talk about school. Did they hear about that new movie coming out? They won’t be able to go see it since they have class and homework. Read any new books? Only their textbooks. Write anything fun? Only essays. Talk to anyone interesting? Their group dropped the ball on a project together. Seriously, Macaque loved cared about Y/n so much. But jeez, he wished he could get them to maybe talk about his shadow plays. Or maybe the crazy shenanigans MK’s crew had going on with their last adventure. Perhaps talk about having another date night movie night and cuddle.

One thing that anyone could guess is that Macaque is new to dating, let alone dating someone as amazing as Y/n. How had he gotten lucky enough to be with them when he had all these issues? How had he been so lucky to be with someone so smart, kind, and affirming of him and his traumas. Even though Macaque would always worry deep down that he would scare them them away, Y/n stuck around and reassured him that they always would stay. They promised that they would always stand by him. That they would never leave him.

But why did it feel like that was exactly what they were doing now that they were back in school again? Macaque got so used to having Y/n with him almost always when they were off for a semester. Now though, he would be lucky to get to hang out with them for a few hours once a week!! Macaque tried desperately to keep the tightness in his heart at bay when he thought of these facts. He missed Y/n. He missed them so much. He really did. He didn’t want to admit it, and would probably deny it to his next death, but it just made him think of…him…But as he stared at his phone, laying on his couch, looking at the message he typed out a minute or two before, he felt conflicted.

‘Hey, u wanna come over? Wanna talk.’

As much as he wanted to send the message, Macaque was nervous about doing so. But he felt the tightness in his chest turn almost into a festering ball of emotion in his stomach, so he was between a rock and crazy place. He sighed and pressed send, missing the button once or thrice from his thumb shaking. He held his phone close as he waited for his loving partner read the message and hopefully respond quickly. After about ten seconds, he saw that Y/n read the message. But what rose a tiny bit annoyance in Macaque’s stomach, further growing the ball of emotion settling there, was that Y/n just sent a thumbs up emoji. Nothing else. He sighed and sat up on his couch, slamming his phone face down onto the table harder than he meant to, which made him flinch slightly at the loud noise made. Macaque decided to just get a glass of mango juice and try to wait for Y/n as patiently as he could.

When Y/n made it to Macaque’s tiny hut, they immediately noticed his salty expression on his face. To be fair, he had that expression often, but not around them. “Hey, Macaque.” They said, closing the door behind them and looking around. Something was different. “Did you clean the hut before I came here?”

Macaque huffed, a smirk on his face, but it was clear he was annoyed by something. “Yeah, maybe I did. I can be busy, sometimes!”

The way he said that rubbed Y/n the wrong way, but they tried to not pry. Not right away, at least. “Have you been busy with your shadow plays or something?” Y/n asked as they kicked their shoes off and put them to the side.

Macaque’s eyebrow twitched. “Oh, you wanna know?” His tone was unconvinced.

“Okay, what’s wrong, Macaque?” Y/n was getting fed up with this fast and this was barely five minutes into the conversation.

“Nothing!”

“Don’t lie to me. You look like you’re trying to be passive aggressive and I want to know why.”

“Do you care?”

Y/n scoffed. “What do you mean ‘do I care’? Of course I care. You’re my partner and something I did is clearly making you upset but you’re not telling me what.”

“Well, I don’t know. You seem very interested in talking about school stuff lately and not much else! I’d hate to have ya talk about something else.” Macaque gave a fake smile, his body language and voice pulling out all of the fake innocence and theatrics.

“I-what? Is that what this is about?” Y/n was flabbergasted at this point, but Macaque clearly was just getting the argument started.

“Come on, Y/n. You may not have all my ears, but I know you heard me!”

“No, I heard you. But…you didn’t think to just say that this was bothering you?” Y/n asked, incredulously.

That made Macaque pause. He didn’t have a good rebuttal to that, given the shocked look on his face.

“Macaque, you could’ve just said that you wanted to talk about something else besides me in school, or you could’ve said that you wanted to spend more time with me, and I would’ve—”

Macaque covered Y/n’s mouth, effectively making them stop talking, his face beet red enough to blend in with the red markings on his face. He kept his hand there for a second, before he pulled Y/n into his chest with his tail, summoning a shadow portal underneath the pair to end up on the couch. Macaque pulled Y/n in close to him, laying the both of them back on the couch.

“You’re right…I’m sorry…” He said softly, his eyes downcast to the floor. “I-I’m not used to…this…” Macaque gestured between the two of them. “Not like I really ever had the chance to try this kind of thing much before.” He sighed. “I-I…I’m sorry.” He finally said, an embarrassed look on Macaque’s face.

Y/n smiled lovingly. “Macaque, I know you’ve been through a lot. I know you haven’t dated much.” Macaque blushed at that word, making Y/n laugh a bit. “And I know that you needed to spend time with me, too. Just next time, you can ask me. I promise you, I will never leave you just because you ask me to spend some more time with you.” Y/n sealed the promise with a kiss on his cheek.

Macaque flushed a bit more, a small smile on his face. Carefully, almost as if he was nervous, Macaque placed a hand on the side of Y/n’s face. He was a little surprised when Y/n snuggled into his hand, but his growing smile showed that he wasn’t one to complain. “What did I do to deserve someone as amazing as you?” He asked more to himself, then to Y/n. They laughed, kissing his nose, before whispering very softly in three of his ears.

“You were yourself.”

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lovedrots · 2 years

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hii! i love your work :) how about peter x stark!reader where y/n and flash are forced to be partners for a project but peter gets adorably jealous over the whole thing <3

ii. what he doesn't have

ii . what he doesn’t have - p.p. x stark!reader

synopsis : being a stark means that almost everyone is chasing after you for schoolwork help, being a “genius’s” daughter. so, what happens when you happen to be paired for a project with the one and only flash thompson – with your boyfriend, peter parker, in the same class?

warnings : mild swearing, insecure pete :(, flash being a bully as always

a/n : thank you for the compliment and request, angel! i’ve tried my best to get our boy’s insecure and jealous side down, but please bear with me if it’s off at all. ps; it may be a little rushed? <3

word count : 2,737

all you’ve known since you were a kid were luxuries, crime-scenes, and a fair share of booksmarts. all thanks to your surname; stark.

yeah, a part of you enjoyed the whispers of awe, the freebies you got when you were out. but school? that was a whole other situation in itself.

you were constantly surrounded and berated by students, offering cash, – as if you needed any more – snacks, their souls, for you to do their projects, finals, or homework for them. though you could understand where they came from, it did nothing to soothe your anxiety and annoyance.

the only thing that did help, was your boyfriend. peter benjamin parker.

each morning he awaited you at your locker, doe-eyes locked onto you like you were the moon and sun. under his gaze, everything melted away, and you felt as if you were wrapped in a freshly washed blanket.

but, lets not get ahead of ourselves. after all, every relationship, no matter how loving, comes with its downsides. you and peter’s?

jealousy.

when you weren’t spending every moment of every day together, peter would watch you as you got flocked by hopeful, puppy-loving boys and girls. though you’d always proudly shown your boyfriend off to the world, it didn’t exactly stop the declarations of ‘love’ from rolling in.

and today was really no different. you and peter walked hand-in-hand down the halls of midtown high, floating above everyone else, whispering in each others ears, grins plastered on your faces. to everyone else, it looked as though you were exchanging compliments, words of romance.

but, what you were really discussing?

what the two of you wanted to research for today’s announced chemistry project.

“what about the fritz harber’s experiments?” you offered, wrecking your brain for ideas. you knew that your teacher would provide everyone lists of suggestions, but you had always preferred to think of something on your own. the lists were your fallback plan.

“that feels more like a history subject,” he countered, biting his lip. “other than going into detail about chemical warfare – which, again; history – there isn’t much we can do.”

you threw your head back in exasperation, wishing you could fall to the floor then and there. this project had to be perfect. it was your ticket to m.i.t., or any ivy league college, for that matter.

the two of you volleyed suggestions back and forth, bickering, laughing, and brooding, ‘till you reached the open door to ms. warren’s classroom. peter gave your hand a gentle squeeze, a reassurance. even if it took a few hours of brainstorming, you’d come up with something. you had to.

you strayed from him, taking your assigned seat a few tables away. you weren’t a big fan of the arrangement, but you knew the teacher only wanted the best for you. especially after peter and you had wasted days worths of time whispering to each other, when you should have been paying attention.

the rest of the class tumbled in as the bell chimed, sitting in their respective corners, voices dialing down to a hush as ms. warren stood, a stack of papers – what you assumed to be the project rubric – in her hands.

“class,” she curtly nodded. “i believe we all know what today is, yes?”

you all muttered your agreements, shifting in your chairs, eger to get to work. you didn’t have much time to complete it, after all; only a week. normally, you’d get two. or more.

the lady grinned in approval, thumbing through the stack, pulling out a singular list from the bunch. “now, normally, i would let you guys choose your groups. but, upon recent mishaps,” her eyes narrowed to two boys, who had caused a minor fire while goofing off in class during the last project, “i’ve taken … extra precautions. i’ve decided to arrange partners by last name. if all goes well, you can return to your normal pairs.”

you shot up in year seat, alarms going off in your head. you and peter’s eyes met at the same moment, both of you pouty and distraught. this would be one of the first projects you would do separately.

the teacher began reading off a list of names, passing out yellow-print rubrics as she brushed between tables.

you fiddled with the bent edge of your paper, waiting for her to near the ‘s’ section.

what didn’t occur to you, was that you were the only ‘s’ in the class.

“eugene – flash – thompson, and y/n stark,” she went on until she hit the end of the list with a click of her tongue. she found her way back to her desk, sitting cross-legged upon her plush seat. before any of your peers could whine in protest, she waved her finger, eyes shooting daggers. or, more accurately, threats of an ‘F’ on your papers. “if i hear any one of you complain, i won’t hesitate to try this experiment again,”

needless to say, the lot of you shut up.

“off you go,” she announced with the wave of her hand. off you went, indeed; the classroom was a mess, students trying to find their partners – some even struggling to figure out who, exactly, they were paired with. it was a frenzy.

but, it was no issue for you.

how could it be, when you were with the flamboyant, arrogant, rather bastardous flash. you’d despised him ever since liz’s house party, when he had publicly made a fool of poor peter parker. you were a tad bit annoyed at ned, too – but that was a different story. ned was still one of your best friends. but flash? god, he was just a bully.

you slid into the seat next to him, and though you met his gaze, your eyes were anything but kind. “listen here eugene,” you huffed, “i’m just here to get our work done. this does not mean i see you as anything more than trash.”

flash scoffed, as though to cover up the fact that he was (very obviously) butt-hurt. “i don’t need to hear that from someone with penis-parker. it’s flash, by the way. not eugene.”

you chuckled, fiddling with the end of your number two pencil. “right, sorry eugene. but i don’t think you should talk that way to someone with such close contact to your beloved spider-man.”

he puckered his lips, face growing sour. “oh, come on. everyone loves spider-man. he’s awesome. i’m not abnormal, like your boy-toy. unless you’re referring to my good looks and class.” he wiggled his brows, and though it wasn’t his intent, you only cackled louder at his unwavering cockiness.

earning a glance from peter.

the poor boy, already brooding from ms. warren’s new arrangement, seemed to deflate further. he couldn’t exactly pick up what you were talking about. all he saw was your face lighting up, laughing at – what he assumed to be – a stupid joke made by his bully.

throughout the period, you and flash bickered to no end. poking fun at each other's hair, clothes, even your friends. though you both had malicious intent, peter couldn’t help but catch flash slipping up; his hand lingering next to yours, even when you pushed him away, calling you silly nicknames, though you angrily told him to stop. the way he brushed the hair out of your face, before you swatted his hand away, threatening to chop his beloved body parts off. the whites of your boyfriend’s knuckles showed, him wishing he could simply pounce off the walls and leave a bruise on the other’s sad mistake of a face.

when the bell rung, you didn’t hesitate to hop off the chair quick as lighting, snatching up your notebook and pens. you didn’t even bother to bid flash good-bye, even when he extended a card with his number plastered in gold letters.

a card that you ignored. what sort of stuck-up kid carried a fake business card with them?

slinging your backpack over a shoulder, you skipped over to pete, mindlessly taking his hand; a habit you gathered a month into dating. he seemed to squeeze your fingers tighter than usual, and though you thought nothing of it, it didn’t stop you from noticing as you left the school house.

on the way back to peter’s apartment, the boy seemed awfully quiet. he even refused to look you in the eye, syrup-brown eyes gazing into storm drains, or up at street lamps. though, they seemed so far off, as if he wasn’t truly present. you had been chattering on-and-off for the entire ten minute walk home, stopping only when you realized he really wasn't content on responding, no matter how many times you called his name. for someone whose senses were dialed to, like, two hundred, he sure was good at ignoring situations.

you had iterated the same question six times to him, before you gave up, your grip on his hand growing tighter, as if you were afraid he would let go.

reaching his loft number, he unlocked the front door, calling out for aunt may.

not home. likely getting takeout, he had suggested gruffly.

peter dropped his bag down next to yours, making a beeline for his bedroom; the room you’d spent so many sleepless nights together in.

you followed him, hand colder now that he let you go. “pete, are you okay?” you asked gently, sitting next to him on the bed, your shoulders touching. the boy moved impossibly closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck, arms encircling your waist.

he was only this needy after a bad day.

“peter?” you whispered, lips pulled into a frown. “hey, talk to me. did i do something? you know you can tell me anything. i won’t look down on you.”

“you will,” he responded, pulling his head back to look at you, at last. his usually soft eyes seemed sharper, sculpted with anger. “it’s – it’s not you i’m angry with. flash; he should know who you belong to. not that you’re an object! i just – i just can’t. i can’t watch him take the only thing that i have to myself. he shouldn’t have been touching you, your hands, your face –”

your stare softened, cupping his pouting face in both your hands. ‘that’s what this fuss is about? flash? i knew it was a special case. these things happen wayyy to much for it to have just been normal jealousy.”

he leaned into your touch, nodding as he pressed his lips to the palm of your hand. “he gets everything he wants. and people don’t even actually like him! he’s mean, and annoying, and …” his voice broke, and with it, so did your heart. “you’re the only thing of mine that he doesn’t have.”

his sniffles had you wiping salty tears from his pink cheeks, the once harsh gaze in his eyes now soft. sad. “you know how i feel about flash. he’s a total bitch.”

“but you laughed with him. i’m telling you; he’s trying to take you, to get to me. and he’s better, in more ways than one. he’s rich. confident.”

“laughed with him?” you breathed a ghost of a giggle. “pete, i was laughing at him. the idiot’s the most hypocritical, egotistical ass in the world. even my dad couldn’t beat him there. and, why would i ever need his wealth?”

“... you’ve got a point,” peter huffed, sucking on his teeth. “but he touched you … still …”

“and i told him off for it,” you shrugged, thumbs rubbing his cheekbones. “you know i wouldn’t let anyone else do that with me.”

“y/n, am i stupid? for getting jealous?” he asked meekly, swallowing the lump in his throat. he’d been pondering the question during the walk home, shutting out all noise in the process. after all, you had rejected his enemy’s moves bluntly. you hadn’t even accepted his phone number. but it still bugged him. he knew you wouldn’t ever leave him for eugene thompson of all people, but having anyone show romantic interest in you was like a knife to the heart.

your brows narrowed. “stupid? no, pete, never. that guy’s the dumb one, for ever thinking he had a chance against you,” you scoffed. “i mean, he has a mustache, for thor’s sake.”

the joke lured a gurgle of a laugh from your companion. “thank’s, y/n/n,” he murmured, bringing his face closer to yours, inch by inch.

when his lips captured yours, you savored it. if you hadn’t been sitting, you would have collapsed, your knees feeling so week at his touch. it was different, this time. normally, his kisses were sweet, short. endearing. but in that moment, it was greedy, almost devouring, as if he was happy to simply drown in the essence of you. he tasted like blueberry pie, and you were more than eager to explore it all, the fluttering in your stomach something you could never get used to, and –

“you kids home?” a feminine voice called from the corridor. you pounced off of peter, stumbling back, up against his closet.

“yeah,” he shouted, though his voice was that of a mouse. he looked at you for approval, red blotting his cheeks and nose. you couldn’t help but burst out laughing, the poor guy in front of you very obviously distraught.

you heard shuffling in the background, plastic bags being undone. “lovely!” may hummed. “i got us tacos. i was going to make a stir-fry, but …”

“it’s fine, may. thank you,” you said through strings of giggles. you offered peter an outstretched hand, which he gratefully took, pulling himself off the bed. you knew he could do it on his own with ease, but the small action touched his heart.

you laced your fingers through his, leading him into the dining room, takeout boxes neatly unfolded. “is something wrong?” may asked doubtfully, eyeing peter’s puffy eyes and flushed face. you wore a devil’s grin, which your boyfriend could only take as, ‘we’ve got a new story to tell your aunt.’

and there was certainly no backing you down.

the rest of the night was spent on the three of you laughing over your dinner, peter pouting as you gleefully exposed his fit only moments ago (making sure to leave out the insecure bits. you weren’t willing to shatter his trust in you, after all).

needless to say, it was 2:45 a.m. by the time peter swung you back to the tower.

a week had passed, and you were exhausted. each meeting you had with flash, the more you seemed to hate the guy. it had gotten to the point where you gave him an ultimatum; if he talked to you about anything that wasn’t related to the project, you would ‘show spidey his fan-accounts.’ specifically, the embarrassing ones, like when he theorized that spider-man was the lovechild of tony stark and some monstrous spider-queen.

a scene you really didn’t need to visualize, regarding your dad.

and it worked. he stopped touching you, stopped talking to you outside of your class time. he even stopped making fun of peter, when you were around. which was basically all the time.

but now, the two of you were wrapping up your presentation. you had spent hours and sleepless nights on your gadget. even pete had pitched in some help, which you thankfully repaid him for by helping code his own machine.

you dramatically bowed at the end of your speech, earning a laugh from your peers. the last project of the day, finally completed. hopping off the mini-stage, you skittered to your lover, letting him wrap you in an embrace. “i’m so proud of you!” he cheered, ruffling your hair.

you made a noise similar to whining, ducking to avoid the further messing up of your appearance. “i don’t think anyone could top yours, though.”

he grinned like a little kid, his chest puffing with pride. you were so focused on cooing over him, that you hadn’t noticed your project partner sauntering in your direction.

“yo, y/n/n! i think we work pretty well together. we sho–”

“don’t talk to my girlfriend,” peter snapped, grip on your silhouette tightening.

you nodded in approval, rubbing his back. “you tell him, baby,” you sniggered, joyful that your boyfriend had so openly shot down the bastard.

… and, seeing flash’s baffled face was a plus, you supposed.

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esmienki · 2 years

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eddie and reader have to do a project together and he makes a comment about her being little miss perfect and she snaps and him, once shes done hes just staring at her like please go out with me

LITTLE MISS PERFECT

𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 : eddie munson x f! reader

𝗔/𝗡 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 : this is such a cute idea <3 tysm babes! hope i did it justice! requests still open, please read requesting rules on my blog :)

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 : language, unedited, first time writing eddie </3

𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 : 815 words

despite only being fifteen minutes into the lunch period, you sighed for the umpteenth time. checking both your watch and the clock that hung high above the double doors that blocked the library off from the rest of the school. this period, normally for eating the subpar school lunch, was intended for you to talk with your partner on a rather hefty project needed in your shared english class — and yet, here you sat, uncomfortably shifting every few minutes to the deafening sound of the clock ticking away. where the hell was he?

as if on que, both doors shuddered and kicked open by the strong force of his two large hands, that annoying and crooked smirk painting his lips, frizzy dark hair just brushing over his eyes that twinkled in the noon day sunlight that filtered through the many windows that were interspersed between bookshelves. eddie munson, otherwise known as the main freak of hawkins high school, was unfortunately your assigned partner for this very important english project. it wouldn’t matter much, if not for his horrific grades when compared to your rather perfect straight A’s. combining a straight A student with a straight C student didn’t exactly please you, but you tried your best to make do with the situation handed to you. so, biting back a rude ‘where have you been?’, you instead threw a polite smile onto your lips and raised your hand to gesture him over quickly, standing to move your book bag from the chair directly across from you at the small round table you chose to sit at. “eddie, over here!” you had called out, but before you could even move your book bag from the chair, he was grabbing at the straps of the bag, having slid up quickly, dramatically. he swung the bag down onto the ground, face contorting into a teasing look of pity, “please, allow me.” eddie grinned, placing the bag on the floor down beside his chair instead before taking his seat, swinging his legs so his feet could sit propped up on the table top.

and that is how the rest of the period went by, eddie making annoying, yet somehow charming comments and remarks, and you trying your best to manage a polite, professional face. you had to admit, eddie munson was quite amusing, however you forced yourself to focus on the annoyances. how his eyes grazed over your facial features every so gently, caressing the curve of your cheeks and the wave of your hair, or how his body language remained relaxed and unbothered, missing how he would ever-so-slightly tug at the many rings adorning his fingers. but despite this all, his annoying comments reigned over all. a constant slew of the differences between you, ignoring when you tried to direct the flow of conversation back towards the work at hand. and when the bell rang for next period, you quickly closed your notebook and huffed, having quite enough of your partner’s lack of help.

“woah, ho, ho,” eddie chuckled, feet still propped up on the table, arms behind his head as he leaned back in the old library chair, “little miss perfect’s a little tense, huh?” you shot him a glare, holding your notebook in one arm while the other sat comfortably on your cocked hip, and with the raise of your brow you opened your mouth: “listen, eddie? i frankly do not care about our differences, and i sure as hell don’t really feel like spending all our time arguing with you on the differences between the two of us. all i care about is getting a good grade, and i will absolutely not let you ruin this for me, so don’t think i won’t make you do the work because if your think i’ll let you pass all of my hard work off as your own, you’re sorely mistaken.” you moved closer to stand next to him, watching how the smirk had been wiped off of his face and arms fell to his lap. you grabbed your book bag off the floor, slinging it over your shoulder before you leaned over to ruffle his hair with a pointed smile that spoke thousands of words at once, “so do your research, hunny, and meet me back here again this friday, alright?” yet you didn’t let him get so much of a slightly-nervous, slightly-aroused head nod out before you turned heel and walked your way to your next period.

it came as a surprise when friday came, and eddie munson, the king freak of hawkins high, was waiting for you in the library with a distinct smile and a couple of pages of research waiting for you to read and thus approve. and you would be lying if you said that his chuckle and almost smug smirk that painted his face after your nod of approval wasn’t adorable.

#♡ ┈ 𝘦𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘬𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴.#┈ 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴.#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things drabble #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson imagine

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Noahvember Fics

Here's a collection of all the fics for Noahvember that have created so far! Please let me know if I've missed you and/or if you would like to be added to the list. The Noahvember Collection on AO3 can be accessed here.

"breaking & entering" by dxncingquxxr

"breaking and entering: [noun] the act of forcing or otherwise gaining unlawful passage into and entering another's building -merriam webster dictionary in which noah loses his contacts and team escope breaks into a house at five in the morning"

"Digging Up Memories" by CeruleanSeaScorpion

"While at a family reunion, Noah's siblings and his girlfriend take him on a diversion, and he learns a lesson in humility and accepting who he is."

"Being sick sucks" by Mothymoon

"Noah's sick. Luckily his boyfriend is there to take care of him"

"Eels and owls" by NoahCue

"It's been a about two years since world tour, Noah has been trying to recover from total drama and it's.. Oddness. One of the things he has been trying to recover from is what Izzy calls "The eel pond incident"."

"would you just skip right to the end?" by mayonaisie

“Welcome back to Total Drama! For a new season: Total- Drama- All Stars!” Chris proclaims, and Noah’s nose can’t help twitching in annoyance as he walks up to where Chris is, the robot wheeling up next to him. “As you can see, we have this fan favourite returning to be my lovely assistant, as well as the Total Drama Robot!” Noah sighs, putting a hand on the robot to lean slightly on it. Day one, and he was already exhausted.

"against all odds" by dxncingquxxr"

Being a tutor isn't all bad. It's one of the less sucky jobs on campus. He gets paid a decent amount and has flexible hours. Hardly anyone utilizes the tutoring center here anyways. On a good day, he gets paid to sit and do homework. It's not the worst job he's ever had. After all, he could be working in dining. The mere thought makes him shiver. He usually doesn't end up tutoring many people in a week. However, there's a certain blonde that's the exception. She's here week after week, studying for her statistics class. Yet no matter how much he tries to help her, she can't seem to learn anything – including his name. But like his job, she's not all horrible. Sure, the first few weeks had been rough, and extremely frustrating. But then she had started bringing him coffee, and that led into them gossiping about other students on campus, and that led into – dare he say it? – enjoying her company. If she doesn't pass her stats class? Well, he's done all he can do. That's on her. or, noah's unlikely friendship with lindsay as he tutors her in stats

"Bloodstained memories" by Mothymoon

"the wrong place, at the right time" by mayonaisie

“Have faith Noah, believe, in us.” Alejandro says, the bastard, before performing some over-the-top flip. He puts an effort into not otherwise reacting to this, as the guy probably knows it as well. He's already said his words. His soulmate.

"much ado about noah" by dxncingquxxr

"A PowerPoint is projected onto the screen. The first slide is decorated in cutesy hearts drawn around a cursive font. In large, looping letters, the text reads: Operation Alenoah. In smaller letters below: Sierra's totally awesome plan in getting Alejandro and Noah together." in which noah and alejandro's friends are totally sick of this flirting rivalry thing they've got going on and hatch a plan to get them together

#noahvember #noahvember2023 #td noah #total drama #tdi #alenoah #nemma #noco #nowen #notie #total drama island #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #fic #fic rec #total drama fanfiction

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“TEAM PLAYER.” — Ellie Williams x Reader

PAIRING: Baseball!Ellie Williams x Soccer Player!Reader

GENRE: Platonic?? Idk kinda hinted mutual crush

SUMMARY: You give Ellie Williams some words of advice for her next softball game.

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

A/N: Proofread by my best bae @lu-vin-it !! Also kinda written for ml @lov9r ,, kinda lazy but I need to get back into writing some how

AROUND CAMPUS, ELLIE WAS ALWAYS known as the “sporty, ambitious, tough-love” kind of girl. She was hard on her friends, but it also seemed like she really cared for them. She was a good student, but she had never really cared for her studies. All she cared about was softball. Sometimes, though, she hated it. That's only when she would lose. If there was one thing you knew about Ellie Williams, it was that she hated losing.

She couldn’t stand it. You’d go to the softball games to watch your friend, Isa, play. When they’d lose, Ellie would throw her bat on the ground and kick the orange stained dirt. She would always have the angriest expression on her face. No matter how hard her teammates would try to make her feel better, she wouldn’t listen— all she’d listen to is the other team cheering and laughing.

You, on the other hand, were the complete opposite. You were nice and cheerful. Optimistic and always ready for a challenge. You were captain on your soccer team, the level-headed, responsible girl.

Your coach would always praise you and tell you how great you are at soccer, how you never fold under pressure.

And that’s exactly what you hated.

You hated being praised so much. Most would think it’s a blessing, but not for you.

You often caught glances of jealousy from your teammates. A snicker or two when you were sent to the bench. It was torture. You just wanted to get along with your teammates rather than have them loathe you for being good at what you do.

You were on your way to physics when you noticed the brunette girl with her hair tied into a half up, half down bun. She was yelling at another, noticeably taller and more muscular girl.

“It’s not that big o’ deal, Ellie.” The girl said, rolling her eyes in annoyance. You walked up out of curiosity and nosiness.

“It is that big of a fuckin’ deal!” Ellie barked. She was obviously heated and by the looks of it, ready to fight.

“C’mon, you’re upset because I said you can’t keep your temper? You’re proving my point right now!” The girl chuckles.

“Abby I swear to fucking god if you don’t shut your mouth I’ll—“

“Ladies!” A teacher called out to them. “Get to class. We don’t need any cat fights this early in the morning.”

“Yes sir.” Ellie grunted in defeat. Her fists loosened and she turned her back to Abby to walk to her class.

You sighed, as curious as you were, you were scared of what Abby would do to Ellie. By the looks of it, Ellie could’ve had her ass handed to her.

You walked away quickly, not wanting to get grouped in with the girls who started the argument. You rushed to your class and into your seat.

Your professor walked in casually, hands in his pockets.

“Alright, guys, I know you’re all going to hate me for this, but you all have a new seating chart! Yay!” He said sarcastically. The rest of the class groaned.

“Usually he’s pretty cool, I wonder what changed…” the girl sitting next to you sighed, making you giggle.

When you looked up, the new seating chart was already projected onto the wall. You searched for your name and school picture and who you were by. Then you found it.

Y/N Y/L/N, back of the room, middle row.

By Ellie Williams.

You searched the room for her face, only to find her looking right back at you. You looked away swiftly and picked up your books to head to your new spot.

You sat down first, Ellie joining you soon after. The class began, your professor turning on an old documentary about the human brain. You were watching it with your full attention, but you could see Ellie angrily scribbling on her paper. She was tense, frustrated.

You slouched down so she could hear you and whispered, “Y’know, for what it’s worth. I think you’re a pretty good softball player.”

She looked at you through her brow.

“What do you know?” She asked in an irritated tone. “You’re the head of your stupid soccer team.”

“So..?” You said, puzzled.

“So you have everything handed to you. Little miss soccer princess.” Your eyes widened. Was she jealous?

“Ellie, that’s different. You’re a good— a great softball player. It’s just that….you get ahead of yourself.” She huffed.

“I don’t need your criticism on a sport you don’t even play. You don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

“First of all, I’m criticizing you. Not the sport. Second of all, my best friend plays with you. Isa Juarez?”

“What are you getting at??” She asks impatiently.

“I think you need to be more communicative. You yell at your teammates for being wrong a lot.” Ellie glares at you. “At least that’s what it looks like from the bleachers..” She rolls her eyes at you.

“Give it a chance at your next game, alright? Try talking to your teammates about a strategy.”

“Strategy.” She scoffed.

“I’m serious, Ellie! Just try it? Please??” You asked her. You weren’t sure why, but you wanted to go succeed so badly. She thought for a moment.

“Fine.”

“Thank you.”

Two weeks later, it was the softball team's last game of the season. You were excited to see Ellie attempt to be a good team player.

You drove Isa to the game, as always, which meant you were there earlier than everyone else who attended. Usually, you’d get the best snacks before they were bought up at the concession stands, but today you wanted to try to talk to Ellie.

You walked over to the dugout, where Ellie was picking at her nails.

“Hey Ellie,” you say quietly, not wanting to startle her.

“Oh.” She looks up. “Hey Y/N.”

“Remember what I said a few weeks ago?” She rolls her eyes like she did in your previous conversation.

“Yeah, yeah. Talk to my team..” You pause before speaking again.

“So..are you gonna try it? I mean, it’s the last game of the season, might as well end it on a good one.” Ellie slouches.

“I guess I could try.”

You smile warmly and put a supportive hand on her shoulder, making her blush ever so slightly. You then notice that more people are showing up, so you waved goodbye and hurried to the concession stand.

When you got your snacks, you sat down at the best spot on the bleachers. The one where you could see the most action.

The game finally starts and you catch Ellie looking for you, you make eye contact with her and she nods at you.

Everyone’s getting into their places and you see Ellie ordering her teammates around. The game continues and as everyone goes up to bat, they miss. Then it’s Ellie’s turn.

She misses the first ball. Strike one.

Then the second. Strike two.

You can see her tighten her fists and grumble under her breath, she’s getting frustrated.

“C’mon Ellie! Go for it!” You yell. She looks up at you and gains her confidence again. The girl straightens up and gets into position. The pitcher stretches once more, and after an eternity, slams the ball.

CRACK!

You missed it, closing your eyes because of the tension, but judging by the roar of the crowd and the expression on Ellie’s face, you could tell she hit it. Far, too. You begin cheering and clapping, excited for her.

Was Ellie always this attractive?

She throws her bat down and begins running as fast as she can. Before you know it, she’s already made a home run. Then a second. Then a third. The audience cheers louder each time she hits a base, but then the adrenaline catches up to her. She stops almost immediately, looking like she’s about to throw up.

The game goes on and it’s eventually over.

“Ellie, that was great! You did awesome!!” You say, jogging up to her.

“Thanks, you’re not too bad yourself, soccer princess.” She jokes and you feel the tips of your ears warm.

Maybe you were wrong about Ellie Williams.

#Ellie Williams #Ellie Williams tlou #tlou Ellie #tlou ellie williams #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams fanfic #tlou fanfiction #tlou fanfic #fanfiction #📂 — liv’s writings ★.

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keravnous · 2 years

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wanna enjoy the luxury of not knowing each other for real?; rodrick heffley x reader (smut, minors dni)

read pt. I here | read pt. III here | read pt. IV here

word count: 3,7k

It's literally just a quick and filthy blowjob between classes and Rodrick teasing you a little bit, I-

warnings: all characters are 18+, she/her pronouns, semi-public sex, oral (male receiving), teasing/toying with the reader (fingering, groping), undernegotiated kinks: spanking, spit kink, cum play, face fucking, humiliation (rod's trying to cope with the shift in your dynamic), edging (reader)

thank you v for letting me blame this on you sksksks

It's been two weeks. Two weeks of longing gazes and your panties dampening when he was too close, looking at you from across the class room or hallway.

It was like hell on earth and you found yourself laying awake at night (not only due to the indian summer that struck Plainview late in autumn), flicking your fingers across your clit, trying to mimick the way Rodrick did it all those nights ago. It's not the same.

You definitely wanted to see him again, wanted his hands and tongue all over you again and it made you fucking restless. You were hardly able to focus on your homework the past weeks, let alone the matter of the classes you shared with him. You didn't know how to address it, nor how to approach him. What made the situation even worse was that the two of you didn't even return to your usual bickering and bitching. He had stopped completely.

No names, no snarky or rude remarks just - nothing.

Thus, you settled on watching him from afar and letting off steam by fucking yourself late at night.

And today wasn't any different. You found yourself staring, longing and it was eating you alive, subtly wriggling on your chair and pressing your thighs together.

"-so I already assigned each one of you a partner!", your head snaps up, looking at your teacher in disbelief, someone behind you groans loudly in annoyance, "I tried to create fair pairs, so you will all have a chance to learn something!"

You stare, blinking. No one in class looks exactly happy with her decision and you don't, either. Even though your best friend isn't in your course (usually the two of you will always work together, no matter how small the task) you'd still prefer to pick your partner for the upcoming literature project on your own.

Your gaze flickers to Rodrick. He doesn't look amused either and for a second your eyes meet. You flush and hastily look away, back onto your table. It's something in his eyes, most of the time when you exchange gazes, that looks a lot like an unspoken promise. But you don't want to get your hopes up so you decide to ignore it, convincing yourself that it's nothing.

Your teacher proceeds to read out the list of study partners and you snap back from your daydreams as you hear her read out yours.

"Miss Y/LN?", you look up, reciprocating her smile like you're on autopilot. She always liked you, being the focussed and motivated student and constantly writing good grades. "I paired you up with Mister Heffley", your heart drops and you're suddendly very hot, "I think the both of you will really profit from working together."

Fuck.

You take your time packing your things after your teacher has ended the lesson early. You're supposed to discuss your project with your partner in the remaining time but you hope that he just went home, not caring more about this class than he usually does.

You leave the room, assuming you're safe as you can't see him in the classroom anymore but you really should've known better.

"Hey", you hear his voice next to you and nearly jump. He's leaning against a row of lockers, right next to the classroom's door. The hallway's all empty, your teacher and the other students already gone.

"Shit, Heffley!", you exhale and he chuckles.

You look at each other, silently and you don't know what to say. Luckily, he decides it's his turn.

"So", he stretches the o and your smirk involuntarily, "Partners, huh?"

"Partners", you nod, gazes still holding each other. He clears his throat, seemingly unsure what to say next.

"I-", you start without actually knowing what to say. I want you to fuck me again? I think of you all the time? I really liked it, thank you?

Instead of saying anything you cough, in a very bad attempt to cover up your insecurity. It doesn't go unnoticed and he turns his head to the side in an equally bad attempt to hide the grin that blooms on his face.

You barely dare to meet his eyes again but when you do, Rodrick's fucking smiling. And it's kind, too, only a little mischievous.

He takes a step forward, closing in on you.

"Yeah, me too", he rasps and it dawns on you that he may became quite good on reading you in all these years of teasing, fighting and picking on you.

It sends waves of warmth down your spine and you inhale deeply. You need him. "Are you free after school?"

He tsks at that, lips curling into a smile that looks a lot like Y'heard what she just said?, playfully rolling his eyes a little.

"I'm free now, sugar."

You freeze. "Now?", you blurt out.

"Yeah, now", he huffs, one hand coming to a halt on your waist and it ignites something in you, "If you want to."

Fuck yes, you do. And yet you hiss - "Are you insane, we're at school!"

"I know a place", he's so close and you can smell both, the menthol from his gums and the smoke of cigarettes on his breath.

"You know a place?"

"I do. Wanna come with me?", the hand lets go of your waist and Rodrick offers you to take it instead.

You look at it for a second. You really shouldn't, it's a bad idea. A really bad idea, it's too risky. What if you'll get caught? Even worse, what if you'll get caught by a fucking teacher? The muscles in your abdomen clench at that.

This is insane. You're insane. He's insane.

You take his hand.

The air in the empty restroom is cool and your footsteps echo from the white tiles. He's right behind you and reaching over your shoulder, pushing a stall's door open before throwing a charming smile at you and guiding you in with his body. As expected, it's a small and untidy place and you make a mental note to touch as little as necessary. Rodrick's slamming the door shut behind him, turning the lock.

"There we are, princess", his bag falls to the floor with a loud thud. Your stomach fucking flutters and you want to rip it out with your bare hands, picking the butterflies and their larvae out of it. The tingles in your stomach reach your abdomen and your crotch, wetness already pooling in your panties. Your bag hits the floor as well. You simultaneously love and hate the effect he has on you.

He leans back against the door, lips pulling up in a cocky smile. "C'mere", and you do, like you're a fucking lapdog or something, crushing into his body, pressing against him. His hardening dick pokes into your hip and you hum against his lips as he pulls you into a kiss. It's as heated and quick, sloppy even, and just as you expected - as you desired. His teeth pull at your lower lip and you need more, hands darting out and roaming over his chest. You didn't really touch him the last time, with his attention mostly on your pleasure and it suddendly reminds you of something.

Your mind conjures up the image of him kneeling between your legs and stroking himself, hoisting you up to finally fuck you. You remember the sudden urge you had felt to taste him.

"'Been meaning to call you", he mumbles against your lips and the hair on your arms rises at that, "Noticed I didn't even have your number and wasn't sure if you wanted me to ask."

Rodrick's tongue pushes back into your mouth, making an answer obsolete. Your tongue is darting out and crashes into his. He groans and you come to realization that you love that noise. That you want to hear more of it.

His hand comes to a rest on your ass, gripping it, your skirt hoisting up a little in the process of it as he kneads the warm flesh. It makes you hungry for more, hungry for him and your hand wanders across his chest, down to his crotch. He's hard and so so warm even through the thick denim of his jeans and you close your hand around it, palming him through his trousers. He leans forward a little, deepening the kiss and your stomach flutters.

You don't know what time it is and how much you'll have left until the bell rings, but desire burns deep in your stomach and it spurrs you on to make a move now.

You break the kiss, panting and cheeks flushed, eyes wandering over his face. His eyes are dark, blown with lust and his lips are slightly swollen already.

"What is it, pretty girl?", he hums, fingers ghosting over your cheek.

"Wanna suck you off", you whisper and his gaze turns blank at that. It's not the reaction you expected and thus, thinking you may have said something wrong, start rambling. That is, until he throws his head back, the door rattling and barks out a laugh that is thick with disbelief. You shut your mouth. "Fuck", he breathes out, chest rising and falling heavily once or twice, shaking his head and then nodding slowly, "Yeah, fuck."

Rodrick's gaze drops down, focuses on you under heavy eyelids, nodding again. "Yeah, baby. Fuck, suck my dick." He gives your ass an encouraging and light squeeze and you bite your lip, nodding eagerly - you don't need to hear more than that.

Your hands fly down to his belt, opening it quickly and pulling down his zipper. There's a wet spot on his checkered boxers and you feel your lips tilt upwards, knowing it's you who caused his visible arousal.

You pull his boxers down a little and his dick out and swallow at the sight. It's larger than you remember, delightfully curved and cut and you can't wait to wrap your lips around it. You sink down on your knees, licking your lips and give it a few quick strokes, until he's fully hard and groaning quietly.

Your mouth waters and your tongue darts out, licking over his head, making him hum, burying a hand in your hair. "There you go", Rodrick mumbles, fingers brushing a few loose strands of hair from your forehead, subtly pressing you closer to his crotch.

You look up at that, eyes meeting his and his expression makes your stomach flutter, giving his head another lick, slower this time. He tastes salty and of musk on your tongue and your eyelids flutter.

Rodrick moans somewhere deep in his throat as you wrap your lips around the head of his dick, throwing his head back making the door rattle. "Yeah, fuck", he breathes, hand caressing your scalp, "Keep going, girl."

That you do, slowly sucking and occassionally flicking your tongue over the hot, thick head while you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, jerking him in a similar rhythm for a while.

It doesn't take long for him to strengthen the hold he has of your hair and forcing you forward a little and you are happy to oblige, letting him slide deeper into your mouth. He's heavy on your tongue and you can feel the vein on the bottom of his dick. You rub your tongue against it and Rodrick groans, chest rising and stretching, shoving himself deeper into you as his hips jerk forward. It makes you sputter a little.

"Fuuuck", his voice is so so deep and he looks at you, the way saliva pools around his dick and between your lips and then he just snaps. He growls and thrusts deep into your throat.

You choke as the head of his cock makes contact with the back of your throat and spit swells at the corners of your mouth. He pulls away a little and you take a few quick breaths through your nose. He looks at you and it makes your heart drop. He looks anxious, but it fades right away as you nod around his dick, relaxing your throat for him. You want it. You want him to use you.

He seems to catch onto that, fingers gripping your hair and pushing you closer closer closer, until your nose is buried in his pubes. Breathing is difficult and you choke around his cock again but this time it makes him moan and then chuckle a little. Your hands come to rest on his thighs.

"Atta girl", he hums and your closed eyes tear up, feeling him pressing snuggly at your throat, his musky, masculine scent fogging up your mind.

Your breath eventually slows and he notices that, too, slowly starting to fuck into your mouth after warming him for a few moments. He groans as he keeps your face pressed close to his crotch, effortlessly sliding in and out between your lips. You can taste the salt of his precum, while he keeps pushing saliva out of your mouth with every thrust. The sounds it makes are obsence, wet and squelching, interrupted by his groans and moans and accompanied by your appreciative humming.

Rodrick picks up a faster rhythm and tilts your head up a little, forcing your gaze to meet his. His cheeks are flushed and he's panting heavily.

"Shit, princess, I'm so close", he groans, as he fucks deeper into you. Your fingers clench around his thighs and he gets the memo, lets you pull your head back, spluttering, drool dripping down your chin as the head of his dick hits your lower lip.

"Want it in my mouth", you mumble against it, throat coarse and he grins at that, eyes sparkling. You dart your tongue out, invitingly and thus, he's stuffing his cock back into your mouth. He holds your head in place as he fucks deep into your relaxed throat, jaw slack and eyelids fluttering, tearing up at the rapid thrust intruding your mouth.

"Gonna-", a throaty moan interrupts him, "Gonna give you every little drop, princess." And with that he pulls away and his dick out of your mouth, starts to stroke himself to completion, tip of his dick mere inches away from your lips. "Open up, sugar", he hums and you do, tongue and lips wet with spit, mascara stains underneath your eyes and that's the thing, the view that sends him toppling over the edge, orgasm rolling over him. He has to force himself to not throw his head back in pleasure, keeps his eyes trained on you.

"'S all f'you", he strokes your hair, hand closed around his dick as he shoots heavy ropes of salty cum onto your tongue, "Good girl, just don't swallow yet, alright?"

You nod - mind in a hazy state, gladly following his orders - and hum around the head of his cock, locking gazes with him until he's fully spent, gasping heavily. He's pretty, you think, with his flushed cheeks and swollen lips, dark eyes looking down at you with blown pupils. He stuffs himself back into his shorts and pulls his zipper up while you remain infront of him, still on your knees and mouth opened, cum and saliva pooling on your tongue. You think that a little might have hit your cheek, but you can't be sure.

Rodrick closes his belt and then his attention is back on you, a hand on your chin, thumb stroking your lower lip. "Fuck, you're pretty", he grins and it's that grin, mischievous and it goes straight to your core. He slowly pushes two fingers into your mouth, liquids pooling around them as he presses down, your jaw going slack.

You mewl and he grins as a few droplets run down your chin. "Open up, pretty girl", he rasps and leans over, his lanky figure hovering over you as he's putting his lips together and spits into your mouth. His saliva drips down slowly and then lands on your tongue, warm and wet.

It mingles with his cum and your own spit and you taste him differently now, less salt and musk. Instead it's rather bitter, tastes like the smoke of his cigarettes. His fingers start to fuck into your mouth and you obediently close your lips around them, pressing your thighs together. You feel the mixture of his cum and saliva pool at the corners of your mouth and you moan around his fingers at the sensation, the taste. He flicks his digits in and out of your mouth until he seems satisfied with the way the liquid spreads around and on your lips.

"Now you may swallow", he breathes, eyed fixed on your mouth, "Be a good girl and swallow, hm."

You do as you're told, gulping around the fingers between your lips until he's satisfied and pulls them out. You look up at him, gaze hazy, lips parted and gasping for air, rubbing your thighs together. "Picture perfect, ain't ya?", he hums and dries his fingers off on your cheek, spreading his juices all over your skin, giving you a slight pat on the cheek once he's done.

You slowly get up, knees all wobbly and turn around, wiping your mouth with your hand. As you reach for your bag in an attempt to grab your water bottle, his hand grip your upper arm. "Ah, ah, ah", he says scoldingly, stopping you in your movements, "Let me see first."

His foot shuffles between yours and pushes them apart, his hands running over your back. They wander down and over your ass, the material of your skirt rustling. It's pale and pretty and your favourite and the way it pools under his fingers makes you dizzy. Rodrick tugs at it, sliding his fingers underneath it and finally pulling it up. It slides over your backside, resting at your hips and you're all exposed, the cold air of the restroom hitting your warm skin.

His hand splays out, rubbing over the soft skin of your left cheek. You sway a little with it, hands darting out and finding the stall's walls, pressing the palms flat against them for support.

"Ain't you just pretty?", he hums, voice still deep and rough from coming down your throat, while he gives your buttcheek a little squeeze, before letting his hand come down on it. You jolt and gasp, the latter fading to a quiet moan in the back of your throat. The slight sting goes straight to your core.

"Would've fucked you right here", he mumbles, hand stroking the reddening skin, fingers now dancing at the side of your panties, "but we ain't got much time left, I'm afraid."

"Rodrick, fuck", you gasp and he chuckles behind you.

"Yeah, I got you, angel. We'll have time for a little touch, I guess", two of his fingers stroke your pussy through your dampened panties, rubbing back and forth. You mewl and wiggle your hips a little, to add both, friction and speed to his slow movements. His other hand comes down sharp on you butt and you moan, letting your head fall forward. "You're so fucking wet", he rasps and you nod nod nod, like you're possessed.

"Want you so bad", you mumble and he laughs at that.

"Yeah, I can feel that", one of his fingers finds your clit, circling it slowly but with force, the wet patch pressing coolly against your warm skin. It makes you whine and you feel your pussy tense up, hole clenching around nothing.

"Rodrick, please", you gasp, rocking against his fingers and making him slap your ass twice, one blow landing on your left cheek, the other on your right. Your fingers scrape the wooden wall, moans falling off your lips. There's still some of his cum sticking at the corners of your mouth and you feel dirty, but it's the good kind of dirty. It's knowing that he loves you that way.

His fingers finally slip underneath your panties, gliding along your wet folds, obsence sounds filling the air. His middle finger sinks into you, hot walls welcoming it home. He hums and his other arm wraps around your body, hand sneaking under your shirt, slipping in the cup of your bra and groping your tits.

He begins to fuck you very slowly, fingers toying with your nipple, thumb occassionally flicking over your clit. You're hot all over, walls clenching and pumping around him, silently begging for more, moans and gasps errupting from your throat as you relish in the feeling of an approaching orgasm as -

Riiing.

Rodrick stills, and then -

"Oh, play time's over already", he sing-songs, voice deep and coarse and you shake your head violently at that, but he is already carefully pulling his finger out of you, hand slipping out of your shirt. He puts your panties back in place as you try to recover your breath, legs shaking and pussy aching from a denied orgasm.

"Please", you whine, looking over your shoulder, "Don't-"

But he cuts you off, giving you a soft peck on the lips. "Are you free tonight?"

Well, technically you aren't, an assignment still waiting for you to finish it, while you're still waiting on your friend's reply, whether she can make some time for you later or if she's preoccupied by her boyfriend. But you nod anyways, eyes a little teary due to the denied release and lust still pulsating thickly through your veins.

"I'll swing by your place later and make it up to you", he whispers against your lips, loud footsteps already filling the hallway outside, "Better clean yourself up a little now, hm, princess?"

"Yeah", you whisper, stealing a quick kiss from him, that has his tongue darting out and licking away the rest of his cum sticking to the corners of your mouth. It shouldn't be that hot but it makes fresh wetness pool between your legs. You don't know what to make out of that gesture, it's a little too fond, like he's breaking his own rules.

"Great", his hand brushes over your forearm, while he unlocks the door, already out of the stall as he turns around once more, "I'll throw my number into your locker, so you can text me your address, 'that sound cool?"

And that, that just feels like he's thrown the whole fucking rulebook out. "Yeah sure", you hear yourself say, sounding dull and far away with the thundering of your heartbeat.

It's only half an hour later and in your next class that you notice the stain his cum and spit left on your skirt.

#rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley x you #rodrick heffley smut #rodrick heffley #rodrick rules #yeah he still does #devon bostick #rodrick smut #my writing #smut

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sunflowergyeomie · 3 years

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can you handle it?

sypnosis: jeonghan is a real pain in the ass, we all know that. he always seems to get you to do things you never agreed on doing, you try not to fall for them though. what if one day you accidentally fall into his trap and give in, without knowing at all?

pairing: yoon jeonghan x gn!reader (vagina bearing)

genre: established relationship, fashion design student!au, architect!au, smut (18+ only)

word count: 2.9k

warnings: profanity, m!dom, degradation, lots of cum play, fingering, creampie, unprotected sex, pet names, size kink?? if you squint

a/n: bcos the irl girl version of jeonghan (aka my devil angel twin) @shuajeong told me "there aren't any fics of jeonghan lately", thus ✨this is written purely for you and your pain 😘 i have to say though, this isn't my best work :( i kept going back and forth and i rewrote and changed things at least three times so 😖😖 (i'm lowkey done with it so i'm sorry i tried, i really did) please forgive me.

Challenge?

Oh, it’s a challenge, alright.

Annoyed is what it is, lips pressed tightly together as you sink in the indescribable feeling. That’s what was currently happening seeing how there is a huge load of cum in your panties – an ignorant aftermath of your quickie with Jeonghan this morning before he drove you to class.

He even had the nerve to question how long you could stay like that for the entire day. You took that as him asking for a challenge and having been with you for a while now, Jeonghan knew you were never one to back down from them. Having basked in the afterglow of sex sure made you think anything was possible – or more accurately speaking his dick just made you dumb.

Now that it’s almost noon, you’re absolutely starting to regret the choice you’ve made, especially when you’re sitting halfway through your second lecture for the day, simply feeling that load threatening to spill out from the cotton panel, onto your inner thighs and slowly ooze down your legs.

Multiple calls of your name put a halt to your thoughts. A hand waves across your face while your eyes focus and refocus as the silhouettes come into sight. Your friends, Mingyu and Minghao are both staring at you, confusion etched across their faces, anticipating an answer from a question one of them probably asked. But in all honesty, you couldn’t recall the subject matter, nor did you give a shit about their issues because your main concern at this time is to get the hell out of there. “Oh, huh? Oh yes, sorry, yes, I’ll absolutely do that.”

A little laugh escapes from Mingyu’s lips while Minghao frowns. “I said.. What are you thinking about?” Mingyu asks, “You have a weird look on your face.”

“Are you not feeling well?” Minghao chimes in. “We can take n-“

“I’m fine, guys. Just a little tired,” You brush off, not wanting to go too deep into whatever you were currently feeling. It’s not that the guys weren’t close to you. In fact, they grew to be one of the closest ever since freshman year when all three of you showed up in the same pattern drafting class, wary looks on everybody’s faces in a new environment. Since the fashion department itself is small with only a few hundred students enrolled, it also meant that classes were taken with familiar faces, rarely is there a fashion student you haven’t seen before. Not to mention you were always being grouped in numerous projects and that’s how the three of you came to be. Both of them knew of your relationship with Jeonghan, of course, but there’s just some things that are better off left unsaid even if they are your best friends.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the both of them stealing glances at you every now and then. Even though they didn’t buy your excuse, Mingyu and Minghao knew better than not to bug you about it so throughout the whole three-hour lecture, you could just sense their concern emanating off their bodies. Adding on to your growing anxiety, making you more on edge, terrified that at any moment they would catch a glimpse of whatever dirty secret you were holding in – quite literally. Pulling out your phone, you quickly sent a text.

[12:03 PM]

you: I can’t take this anymore.

hannie: what’s wrong, princess?

You groaned, exasperation coating your breath. Was he playing dumb?

you: you know what I mean, han.

hannie: and what about it?

hannie: if I recall correctly, weren’t you the one who practically begged me to cum inside of you? Was just doing what you asked me to, princess :)

Scoffing in disbelief, you ignore his message, tossing the device straight into your bag, now furious at yourself for agreeing to it.

Stupid dick.

You weren’t even that horny this morning.

The cement walkways on campus greet the three of you as you step through the warm breeze. The sun shining through every leaf on the tall oak trees above you signal the firsts of many beautiful days now that summer is just around the corner. The bright weather is a big contrast to your dampening mood as your feet slowly drag along the blocks, leaving a gap between you and your friends while you try to keep up. You weren’t too keen on walking too fast right now. One wrong shift and you could be at risk of having Jeonghan’s gooey, semi-translucent, and not-so-warm release pooling down from underneath your mound. The two paid no attention to you though, they’re happily chatting about lunch options and the next possible location for studying afterwards. Not that you were going to join them anyways, not until you get the mess in between your legs situated.

“How about donkkaseu?” Mingyu turns around to ask, head whipping back mid-sentence to look at you, only to turn around and see that you’re already gone. His head turns left and right, trying to find you in the crowd of students, squinting his eyes for even a glimpse of your backpack but you’re nowhere to be seen.

“Where’d she go?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Minghao gives him a pointed look. “Jeonghan.” He says bluntly.

Jeonghan works downtown, a full hour away from your university. He was a busy man, well-equipped with knowledge and never failed to take pride in his work, no matter what it was. Your boyfriend was a well-wanted individual – not only with people who desperately wanted to be in his inner circle but also in his field of work with the numerous clients fighting for a slot in his schedule. Jeonghan has never-ending project proposals, spending most of his hours reviewing alterations and redevelopments on his building designs – a perfectionist, you often say or an obsession as others might call it. Knowing how serious his job was to him, you made sure not to meddle in with his profession, seeing how much it irritated him whenever he couldn’t concentrate, but this time was different – and you couldn’t hold yourself back from making the journey. You bow as you greet the secretary at the front desk. She takes one look up from her screen and already knows who you’re here for, immediately telling you of your boyfriend’s whereabouts while you nod back in thankfulness.

Pushing the heavy doors to Jeonghan’s office, the first thing you notice were his eyebrows deeply furrowed upon his face, a definite telltale to the attentiveness of the task in front of him. A few coworkers were surrounding him, each hovered over what seemed to be like another one of his drawing plans. At the click of the doorknob, Jeonghan’s head perked up when he saw you enter. A smile threatens to pull at his lips, but he bites them to prevent the joy from appearing. He’s been waiting for you all day. Having expected you to cave in earlier so he could have an excuse to take a long break. The current deal he was working on was getting to his head even though he’s gone over it a couple times already. He just needs a reset, a breather of some sort, … a release. Jeonghan fakes innocence however when he asks why you’re here. Simultaneously, his brain has already got his fingers wrapped around the string – pulling once, twice, three times, officially starting the internal mischievousness in him. A devious idea accelerating right before your very own eyes.

You furiously start making your way towards him, hair flying in all directions, nostrils flared in annoyance, your cheeks flamed red from built-up anger since the early morning you got to school, and the wrinkle between your eyebrows. You were a hot-tempered mess, you knew that but god, all he could think about was how beautiful you look. The way your eyes are rounded with the curvature of your nose bridge, adding on to the natural tint to your soft lips. Your lips that pout ever so slightly whenever you want something, your lips that taste like a mixture of yourself and that artificial strawberry-flavoured chapstick you apply every morning, your lips he so badly wants to feel against his own.

Your voice cuts through, interrupting his trance. “Excuse me, can I speak to you privately for one second?”

“Of course.” Jeonghan grins, dropping the pen as his hands start pushing his body up from the plush chair, quickly dismissing his staff with a wave of the hand. They take a hint as one by one, each of them starts leaving. He stands up, arms already going around your waist to pull you close, “Hi baby, how was your day?” He asks, head tilting as his hands are already reaching up to run his fingers through your hair.

You open your mouth to spew words, anger bubbling in letters as they boil up to the back of your throat but all of which dies down when the fire is turned off. Blocked off after the door is shut behind the last person when his demeanour takes a turn and switches a whole 180 degrees. His plan finally comes into action as his acting skills gear up. Licking his lips, his hands drop as he takes a step closer to you, hovering over your tiny figure. He’s finally got you where he wanted you in the first place. His eyes peer down from the lenses of his wired glasses, “Don’t you know better than not to interrupt me while I’m working?” He pauses. “What do you think my staff will think if you’re here for too long?” The back of his fingers gently trails down your face, almost feather-like as you try to press your face against his palm, leaning more into his touch.

“Guess you couldn’t keep it in, huh? I always knew you were a little slut.” Jeonghan tsked, “Was my cock not enough that you needed a second filling? It’s only been a few hours, darling.”

He starts walking back to his desk, hands going into his pockets as he leans against the edge. It shouldn’t have intimidated you, the way his eyes bore into yours but you gulped anyways, a feeling of excitement stirring in your lower abdomen as you clenched around nothing. You opened your mouth to retaliate, only for it to be shaped like what seems like a silent ‘o’. One of his eyebrows raise, a silent gesture for you to come.

Out of habit, your legs start moving obediently on their own until they reach the fronts of Jeonghan’s dress shoes. Tracing the outline of his long, toned legs hidden underneath the carob brown material of his trousers, you couldn’t help catching onto the small details of the garment. The modern leg-lines seamed in to elongate his legs, waistband wrapped around his torso showcasing his slim but strong build, the button with its holes as imaginary eyes and a crossed thread disguised as lips silently screaming ‘open me, open me!’.

He grabs your jaw, forcing you to tear your eyes away from his lower half to look at him. “I thought you came here to say something, but I can practically see the drool coming out of your pretty little mouth, staring at my cock.”

“I-“, He spins you around, positions changed now that you’re the one leaning against the desk. Jeonghan dives his head to capture your lips with his. You’re taken by surprise as a gasp escapes from your mouth while he takes that as a chance to deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping past your bottom lip; full of need and desire, desperate to let out his frustrations. All your effort is focused on keeping up, molding your mouths together. Your anger is now replaced with lust. His hands are moving down to grip your ass.

Your breath hitches when his lips start trailing down your jaw, gently nibbling the soft skin on your neck before travelling down the valley of your breasts. He doesn’t bother trying to take off your top, opting to unbutton the first few, just enough to expose your lacy bra. Slipping underneath one cup to carefully knead your honey soft skin before latching his mouth onto your nipple, sucking gently but firmly. You whine as he hoists you up and places you on the surface, his face never detaching from your soft and full chest as he quickly pulls your pants off, leaving you in just your soaked panties.

“Maybe it was a good idea to leave my cum in you,” Jeonghan’s fingers hook onto the waistband. He smirks before pulling them down completely, stopping mid-thigh. “Easier to prepare.”

A trail of your slick follows as his digits spread your pussy, using his middle finger to slowly drag up your wet slit. His other hand is gripping your thigh when he reaches down in between, scooping the leftover cum from the previous session and forcing it back into your pussy. You watch with wide eyes only to have them roll back completely when he finishes by stuffing them all the way into you, resulting in a loud moan.

“P-please”

Jeonghan chuckles, satisfied by your reaction. He had you beckoning at his every move yet you were sure the satisfaction still wasn’t enough for him, not just yet. He pulls his fingers out to strip himself of his own pants, popping his member out. The hand with the fingers that were just inside of you is now rubbing all over his cock, using the little beads of precum along with a bit of your slick to pump himself.

Jeonghan’s cock is pretty, like the boy himself. He’s not too big or too small but he knows his angles and he knows how to use them right. Every time the two of you get intimate, which is quite often, his thrusts are sharp, clean and reach to the most inner parts of you – something that leaves soreness inside of you for days. But that doesn’t seem to matter whenever the two of you are having hot and steamy sex five days out of the seven weekly.

“You better stay fucking quiet.”

One hand is gripping your waist for extra support while the other is slowly guiding his length into you. The growl in his voice sends another wave of arousal between your legs, the wetness starting to spill and gather down your thighs. His eyes diverted down to pay attention to the way his length was disappearing inside of you. Each stroke covering his manhood with even more of your juices.

“F-ffuck, baby.” He curses under his breath. “You’re still so tight.”

His voice was breathy, almost like a whine before he picks up his speed, splitting your folds with a sloppy rhythm, expecting to chase both your highs before his coworkers come barging back in. Although the thought of getting caught in such a compromising position arouses him, Jeonghan couldn’t risk letting anyone seeing you in your most vulnerable state. Not when you have all the right curves, exclusive only for his viewing.

At some point, his hands start pulling you into him to meet his every thrust, your tits bouncing as you start feeling the delicious new angle he’s ruining you from. The tip of his cock rubbing against your cervix with every stretch. The familiar feeling of tension starts to build as your eyes squeeze tighter, your orgasm is approaching faster and faster. You’ve never wanted to scream his name out loud so badly when he slams once, no, twice into you, releasing the coil sending intensifying waves of pleasure throughout your whole body. Your tight heat clenching and unclenching around him causing Jeonghan to groan, “Shit.”

“Cum in me.” You insisted weakly. He gives in as he presses himself balls deep, cock twitching as he unloads inside of you, cum shooting in spurts coating your walls in white. The groan emerging from the back of his throat muffled as he quickly smashes his lips onto yours to conceal it. Your muscles move on your own, hiding your own whimper as your lips move together in unison. His body slumps over yours while he rests his head against your shoulder, pressing a light kiss as a way to say thank you.

In the intimacy of the moment, your arms are thrown around his broad shoulders, subconsciously pulling him closer as the two of you try to catch your breaths. When he lifts his head up, his doll eyes are already staring into your glossy ones. A tender smile spreading across his face, pecking your lips one more time before he slowly pulls out. Straight away, the emptiness is evident as his warmth disappears, your hole gaping while he looks down to appreciate the work done on your ruined pussy.

You feel your panties being pulled back up, now snug on your hips as he lets go of the elastic waistband to hear it snap back on your skin.

“Guess you have two loads to keep in now.” A devilish look covering every inch of his handsome face.

“Jeonghan!” you lunged at him. He cackles maniacally, successfully dodging while you attempt to jump on his back. The blood in your veins starts boiling again, both hands reaching up to cover your face when you realize your mistake for the second time today.

Jeonghan’s dick really did make you dumb.

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sukisdeliveryservice · 3 years

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hello!! could i kindly request for a student campus crush! wonwoo hehe and you’re best friends and have unrequited feelings but u dont know if he feels the same so over a sleepover u tried confessing and you can continue from there hehe -🐼

let me hear you say | j. ww

✎ pairing: best friend!wonwoo x female reader

✎ genre: collegel!au, friends to lovers!au, mostly fluff

✎ warnings: none!

✎ wc: 2.40 k words

✎ notes: hi 🐼 anon! i got a little carried away with this one because soft, cuddly wonwoo makes my stomach do flips but i hope you like it! i'm not sure how i feel about my portrayal of yn here because i wanted them to be really supportive of wonwoo but kind of having a hard time because of their feelings towards him. i hope i was able to express that without portraying them as kind of eh :/

“Don’t you ever get tired?” You take a quick glance at your best friend as he folds up another piece of paper with a phone number written on it.

“Of what?”

“Of everyone in this school falling head over heels for you,” You say like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, proceeding to look back down at your notes. In reality, you were trying to prevent yourself from looking at the cute (albeit, confused) way your best friend was staring at you over your abrupt question.

“Well I can’t say I’m not flattered, but there aren’t really that many people yn,”

A total lie, you think to yourself. Every time you two walked around campus, your best friend attracted the adoring stares of all your classmates like some hotshot celebrity. Yes, he was popular, and yes, he totally deserved it, but if everyone knew how dorky he was, maybe they wouldn’t be so quick to hand him their number after a single conversation.

Another lie, if everyone knew what a nerd Jeon Wonwoo actually was, they’d probably fall for him harder. You would know of course, first hand experience taught you a lot of things.

It taught you how endearing it was when Wonwoo wore oversized clothing, so that he could pull the sleeves over his palms when sipping on a hot drink at the local campus cafe. It made you realize his habit of pushing his glasses up his nose, because he was too stubborn to get the bridge adjusted. It made your insides melt whenever he was nervous because he had a habit of fiddling with his fingers. You were certain that if anyone was completely head over heels and absolutely smitten by him, it was definitely you.

“Not many people my ass,” you scoffed, “you spoke to her once, just once! And now you are holding her number.” Wonwoo laughs at your poor attempt at hiding your annoyance, “For your information, we were talking about a group project, and exchanging contact information. Nothing more, and nothing less.”

You gave a little huff before going back to pretend-studying, you definitely couldn’t focus when he was sitting right across from you. You knew you were more prone to jumping to conclusions nowadays, and you hoped that Wonwoo didn’t notice your shift in behaviour. In reality, you couldn’t help but feel a little pang of worry whenever your best friend was asked out on another date. And while he rejected the offer every time, you worried that one day he might say yes and you could lose him forever.

Not that you were against Wonwoo falling in love someday. If he found a good person that he wanted to be with for the rest of his life, you would support him in a heartbeat. It was just the selfish feeling that blossomed in your chest that prevented you from feeling any true happiness for these kinds of situations, and you hated it.

You knew that he would never abandon you completely, because Wonwoo was the best friend you could ever ask for. But you also knew that it would kill you inside to see him sweep someone else off their feet.

You’ve known Wonwoo since high school, and you definitely harboured a puppy crush on him all of first year. This was back when he was still trading pokemon cards in the gym stairwell and poking at you to buy him something from the milk vending machine. The crush went away eventually and you found yourself enjoying the rest of your high school career with your closest confidant by your side.

Once you both entered university, Wonwoo had a sudden growth spurt that now put him a total head taller than you. He no longer lurked at the stairwells during lunch and instead made lots of new friends that he went out for coffee with. He started dressing nicer, and once he exchanged his old glasses for a pair of round silver ones that rested on his nose so perfectly, he instantly transformed into someone straight out of a kdrama.

Now, you have caught feelings again. And you’re scared to admit that this time a puppy crush doesn’t even encapsulate everything you’ve been feeling lately. Of course Wonwoo’s sudden change in appearance didn’t spark anything new in your feelings towards him. It was the fact that he had a new air around him that was just completely different.

Wonwoo in high school was shy, and you loved him for who he was. You two had your own small circle of friends and you would spend all your time reading or playing games in his bedroom. Wonwoo in college however, was breaking out of his shell and being the first to approach people and make new friends. He was still introverted of course, shyness and introvertedness were two different things after all. But you were proud to see Wonwoo take the initiative to make plans more often and reach out.

Wonwoo has also gotten a lot more comfortable around you. He’s grown fond of resting his head on your shoulder after a long day of classes, and wrapping you in his sweaters whenever you came by his flat. In conclusion, everything about university student Wonwoo, was driving you, (and probably the entire campus) crazy.

“Hello? yn? Don’t you have a class soon?”

You swat away the hand that was waving in front of your face to meet the eyes of the cause of all your heart troubles. One smile from Wonwoo and you were in shambles. You had it really, really bad. “Right, right, sorry I was just...distracted.”

“We’re still on for tonight right? You can just head straight to my dorm after your last class.”

“Of course Won, did you really think I was going to miss out on another rewatch of Extraordinary You?”

“Of course not,” Wonwoo chuckled. You were met with another one of those soft gazes from him, and you immediately tried to break your stare. Something in your heart tells you that you should just confess right now, and that Wonwoo was a sensible individual who wouldn’t let go of your friendship if he didn’t feel the same way.

“Hey Won, can I tell you something after class later?”

“Of course.” There was that smile again. If you weren’t so busy trying to slow your heart rate down, you would have caught the way his eyes brightened at hearing your question, and the way he looked down to twindle with his fingers.

You give Wonwoo your own smile before heading off to your last detour of the day.

Sleepovers with Wonwoo always consisted of a mountain of blankets, a never ending pile of snacks and a show to watch before eventually both of you fell asleep. When you arrived at his flat just as he was adding the finishing touches to a home cooked dinner, you realized that sleepovers with Wonwoo also consisted of another thing: Your tragic inability to keep your heart rate down.

“Dinner will be ready in a bit, you can just wash up and get changed for now,” Wonwoo turns to greet you before adding some pepper to the tteokbokki.

You nod and head over to his bathroom, where you already find your change of clothes resting on the counter. Any outsider would have been under the impression that you and Wonwoo lived together, considering that pieces of you were scattered all over his apartment. From the matching toothbrushes that were kept by the sink, to the drawer reserved only for your clothes in his bedroom.

The only reason that you and Wonwoo didn’t room together upon entering university, was the fact that your parents were wary of you rooming with a boy you weren’t even dating. Not that it mattered now, considering that you at least spent two nights at his place away from your own dorm.

After you showered and changed into your pajamas, you realized that Wonwoo had given you one of his sweaters to wear, instead of the usual shirts you slept in. Usually you would have raided his bedroom after dinner to steal one (you slept much better when you wore his clothing) but this time it appeared that he had taken the initiative for you.

Once you stepped out of the bathroom, you saw that Wonwoo was already sitting at the dining table and was on his phone. It looked like he was texting someone, and you felt your heart sink a little when he laughed at a message. No, you are not going to be jealous. You are going to be happy for your friend because he deserves all the happiness in the world.

“Is that the girl from your group project?” You sat down across from him and started piling the tteokbokki and rice onto your plate. “Yeah, she said that the professor just sent out a mass email to our class, saying that we were going to be given an extension. Turns out that email was meant for another course, but everyone is already celebrating the new deadline.”

Wonwoo shuts off his phone and turns to you, “Was there something you wanted to tell me today?”

Right. You were going to confess your feelings. It was now or never, and you weren’t sure if you could hold it in much longer. “I can just tell you after dinner, I’m starving.”

Tragic. Tragic. Tragic. Why couldn’t you just say the words, “Hey Won, I have feelings for you, do you feel the same way?” Must you be in a spiraling paradox of questioning the presence of unrequited love in the relationship you had with your best friend? Yes, most definitely yes. Since the world likes to make everything difficult for those in love.

Dinner was eaten in a comfortable silence for the most part. You liked that you never felt the need to fill the air with more conversation whenever you were with Wonwoo. There were days where you would just sit in each other’s presence and do your own thing, and those days left you with lots of time to ponder on your feelings for him. Tonight was the night that you were going to say these feelings aloud for the first time...you just needed a bit more time to procrastinate.

After you both finished your food, you relocated yourselves to the couch. You fidgeted with the end of your (his) sweater while Wonwoo searched for the show on Netflix. You figured that you would let him know in the morning, since there was a chance that you two would fall asleep before the episode ended. And you didn’t want to confess beforehand either, in fear of having to endure a brutal one hour of awkward tension if he didn’t feel the same way.

“Who would have thought that out of all the days the wifi could have chosen to bail on us, they chose the day where we were going to find out whether Haru belonged to Dan-oh’s story or not,” Wonwoo fiddles with the remote some more, while you panic in silence at the thought of spending the night with no distractions from your feelings.

“It’s not like we don’t already know how it ends,” You take deep quiet breaths to calm yourself down, you can definitely make it through the night, “We can just do other things.”

“What do you have in mind?”

You couldn’t answer him right away. The only thing you had on your mind was the fact that Wonwoo’s hand was now resting on your knee and that it was baffling how good he could look in pajamas. Wonwoo, sensing your inability to form words nervously glanced up at you before moving the conversation in a different direction, “Look, I know you had something to tell me today yn, but I realized that I wanted to share something with you too. I am in love-”

“I am in love with you Jeon Wonwoo!”

There. You blurted out a long-awaited confession before the anticipation consumed you whole. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from your hands in fear of seeing the look on Wonwoo’s face.

“Let me hear you say it again.”

“What?” You turn to Wonwoo, who no longer looked nervous. Instead, he wore the biggest shit-eating grin on his face that made you want to both kiss and strangle him. “Say it again.”

“Not when you look like you just won the lottery you nerd, you didn’t even say-”

“I am in love with you too yn.”

Well, you were never one to complain about the fact that your feelings were returned. But the way Wonwoo was cooing at your adorable expression of shock only made you want to shove him off the couch.

Which you proceeded to do.

“Hey! Aren’t you happy that I like you too?”

“Of course I’m happy! You didn’t have to try to beat me to my confession though, tonight was going to be my night!”

“You didn’t seem like you were going to say anything for the rest of the evening! You were going to wait until the next day weren’t you?”

Absolutely yes. “No!”

Any remaining tension in the atmosphere washed away as you and Wonwoo made fun of each other on the living room floor. You were beyond relieved and a little giddy that your best friend in the whole wide world saw you in the way that you saw him.

“But on a more serious note Won, were you also going to confess tonight too?”

“Actually no, but once you came out of the washroom wearing my sweater, I just had to say it before I tackled you with cuddles or something.”

“You gave me your sweater instead of my clothes to wear!”

“I know!” Wonwoo was holding your hand now and rubbing circles into your palm. The idea of cuddling the entire night didn’t sound so bad. “But you looked all nervous and shy and I was hoping that you were going to be the one to say something first.”

“Can we just agree that we confessed at the same time?” As the adrenaline from the confession began to slip away you suddenly became very tired, and you were hoping to just spend the night in the arms of your favourite person.

“Deal. So can we cuddle now?”

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shokobuns · 3 years

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“𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐛𝐫𝐨?”

your irritating step brother likes to come in your room during your zoom classes.

PAIRING: stepbro!gojo satoru x f!reader

GENRE(S): smut, quarantine!au (au? LMAO), college!au, taboo

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

WARNING(S): darkish, smut, drug use (weed), high sex, stepcest, taboo, slight dubcon, slight manipulation, exhibitionism (if you squint), sensory deprivation (blindfold), degradation, size kink, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f receiving), squirting, dacryphilia (if you squint)

(A/N): this rly do be my first time using proper capitalization huh, anyways all characters, SORRY I FORGOT TO ADD THE READ MORE I FIXED IT

More.

One thing you easily learned about Satoru was the fact he wasn’t easy to satisfy. He’s demanding, cocky, all the while being nonchalant. He rarely exerts effort, but gets the desired results. He’s arrogant, but it’s nearly impossible to point out a flaw to counter it at all.

It makes your head hurt. It makes your teeth clench.

When you make eye contact, you make sure to stare back daggers. When you’re forced to talk to him, your voice stays monotone and expressionless. When you’re in a room with him for more than five minutes, your earbuds are already out, drowning out the sound of his voice. But it’s all difficult when you’re under the same roof.

Knock. Knock.

You roll your eyes at the sound of your step brother knocking your door, wondering what the hell he wants now. At this point, he’s probably just trying to annoy you, poke at your sides until he gets attention, any kind of attention, all just to satisfy his boredom.

Your calm demeanor and sharp tongue has always contrasted with Satoru’s teasing attitude. He’s always seemingly trying to provoke you, trying to pry apart the walls you’ve barricaded yourself in. His personality never rubbed you in the right way from the day your dad surprised you with a dinner with your new brother and your new mom. It didn’t matter anyways, you thought. You’d be going off to university soon enough.

The pandemic ran over all of your plans like a truck.

Better yet, your parents still had work without the option of staying home, leaving you and Satoru home alone for a little over eight hours a day. When he wasn’t in class or tutoring his juniors, he was knocking at your door, most likely red-eyed, though you can’t see it, and relaxed. Despite his persistence, you rarely let him in no matter how insistent he is in “getting to know his new lil sister.”

“Go away, Satoru.”

Behind the door, he pouts while you scribble down notes from the screenshared presentation. He comes in anyways, reeking of marijuana and cologne, half of his shirt buttons undone. You steal a small glance before once again glueing your eyes to your computer screen. The voice of your professor bores you, but you’re hyper aware of Satoru’s presence as he makes himself comfortable on your bed. “Get the fuck off! You stink!” You yell, turning off your camera before throwing a pencil right at him.

He catches it mid air with ease, relaxing his head on your pillows while fiddling with one of your many Sanrio plushies. “Can I have this?” he asks, holding one up as you contemplate its value in your head.

“If it gets you out of my room, then sure.” you reply in a monotone voice, turning back to your notes.

“You’re no fun,” he mumbles, rolling over to lay on his side with the plushie in his arms, “Is that organic chem?”

“Yeah, can you go now?”

“I’ll be quiet, princess. Don’t worry about me, just wanna know what my lil sis is up to.” He waits for a response, but is only rewarded with a huff.

It stays like that for the next ten minutes, him watching your professor’s lecture, you scrambling to write all of the information on the slides as he continues the fast paced lesson. You’re hyper focused on your class, putting in your effort to absorb the entirety of the content. In your mind, the only people in your room are your and your computer. “You know, you don’t have to understand everything all at once,” a voice speaks up from behind you, causing you to purse your lips in annoyance, “It’s easier to learn when you’re actually paying attention to the lecture instead of focusing on trying to get everything down.

“We get it, Satoru. You have straight A’s and you’re naturally good at everything.”

“Hey, you’re getting advice from an aspiring teacher. Don’t need to use that tone with me, Princess.” He mumbles, rolling to his back on the bed, “Just tryna help you out in my free time.”

“I don’t need your help.”

He stays silent while you go back to drawing some of your basic compounds. Ethanol, methanol, propane, all of it. Your scribbles are messy and they progressively fill out the page in your notebook. You hear a tsk behind you, rolling your eyes as you prepare for another criticism from Satoru. Sure, he was probably right, but you refuse to feed into his ego. “Does he not link the slides to you guys or something?” he asks, this time with a friendlier tone.

“He does.” you reply, swiveling your chair until you’re facing him. He’s laying on his side again, his shirt spilling off his shoulder as your breath hitches at the sight. The blindfold is snug against his face, his hair pushed up. You’re sure that the stink of marijuana has rubbed onto your sheets and you make a mental note to wash them after class. “Then get high with me.”

“I’m in the middle of class, dumbass.”

“But you can always look at the slides later.” he suggests, “Plus, you’ve looked super stressed lately. Wonder why.”

Because of you, you want to say, but you stop yourself, opting to stay silent while pondering the offer. “Sure.”

He excitedly walks back to his room, returning to your bed seconds later with a joint between his fingertips. “This your first time?”

“Nah.”

“Ooooo,” he hums like a child, “That’s what you’re up to when we’re not around, huh?” he teases and you shake your head with a smile forming on your face.

“I guess.”

He shrugs, holding the joint up to your lips and lighting up the tip. You suck in the smoke into your lungs, holding it in, before exhaling out the screen door of your window. He takes a hit, opening his mouth and inhaling through his nose then passing it back to you. Your professor’s lecture fades into background noise as you fixate on Satoru, finally giving him the attention he’s been craving for weeks. He makes a mental note to offer you weed the next time he’s overcome by boredom.

The high hits you almost immediately. You’ve never had anything this strong and it’s liberating. You feel weightless, but your eyelids feel heavy. Your face is awfully warm and lifted and your vision gets more and more blurry by the second. The intoxication is pleasant, the present worries in your head being cut off as you focus on what’s right in front of you.

Satoru.

Satoru, your dear, irritating step brother who was kind enough to share the weed he stashes in his drawer. It’s getting harder and harder to hate him and you can’t reason why you felt so many negative emotions that you projected onto him at all. Sure, your room reeks and it’s all because of him, but the sight of him laying on your bed in a shirt that barely covers up his upper body makes your underwear feel uncomfortable. You don't know where it’s coming from, but shutting it out was easy when you’re sober. Key word: sober.

You stand from your desk, making your way to your bed and laying next to him. Both of you face each other, easily getting comfortable, warmth radiating off his body. It feels oddly intimate and your thighs press together in order to suppress the lustful feeling that takes over your body. Your arm comes around to the back of his head, tugging on the fabric that covers his eyes. “Can I take it off?”

“Sure.”

He lifts his head, allowing you to pull on the knot until it becomes undone. You don’t know what you were expecting, maybe a scar or something, but you’re in awe of the blue orbs that make you feel like you were staring into infinity. They’re bloodshot and half lidded and it’s when one fact you really didn’t want to accept hits you.

Satoru Gojo is one of the prettiest men you’ve ever seen.

And he’s your step brother.

Uneasiness stirs in your lower tummy and you curse at whatever higher power that decided to give you this type of luck, but a hand on your hip trails to your back, pulling your closer and closer until your faces are at a dangerous distance. You can feel your cheeks becoming alarmingly hot and you hate that you can’t blame it on the weed. His hand comes up to your cheeks, his thumb stroking the soft skin. “Thought you wanted me to go away?”

“Changed my mind.” you whisper, eyes slowly closing, lips parting open as you wait for him to lean in and close the gap.

“Hmm? What’s this?” he sneers, causing your eyes to shoot open and your body to jolt up from your bed. The hazy feeling on your head still remains, making it hard to stand completely straight. “Get out.” you sternly demand, leaning back on your desk chair and pointing towards your door.

“Why should I? I don’t think you really want me to leave, babe.” He props his head on his hand, leaning his elbow onto your mattress.

“It’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong? We’re just two people hanging out on a bed. Unless you were trying to do something else, dirty girl.”

“I- I wasn’t! You’re my step brother!”

“Step brother.” He repeats, justifying your actions.

You’re shaking, guilt occupying your mind keeping you distracted. It’s the perfect time for Satoru to get comfortable in the space between your legs, pulling down your loose shorts and taking you by surprise. Before you have a chance to protest, his nose brushes against your sensitive core, making you let out a squeak. “W-We can’t do this!”

“Didn’t you want this?” he questions, looking up at you with wide eyes, “Wanted me to take care of this pretty little pussy, right?”

You know you should be refusing. You know you should be pushing him out your door. But it’s so hard when his pupils are dilated and the grip on the sides of your thighs feels so right. At this point, you’re not thinking, only nodding along to whatever he’s saying, anticipating his next actions.

“So wet.” He mumbles, pulling down the flimsy fabric and throwing it off somewhere in the room. He licks a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit, sucking softly on the pearl while holding you down as the pleasure causes you to jolt upwards. He sucks and slurps like it’s his last meal, making your empty walls pulsate and little whines along with to leave your lips. Looking down, your eyes meet his, the lower half of his face immersed in your cunt.

The wet muscle fucks into you, curling and pressing against your walls, while his thumb rubs against your little clit. He hits all the right spots that make you squirm, pushing your legs wide open to see more of your ruined pussy. The wetness collects on his mouth, his chin, and his cheeks, filling him with a sick sense of satisfaction. “Such a whore, aren’t ya?” he pulls away to comment, but your fingers thread through his hair, pushing his head back where you need him most.

The action is assertive, something he usually hates dealing with. Though this time, he’s filled with a sick sense of pride at the fact that he was able to turn you, someone who seemed to hate him with a burning passion, into a moaning mess with just his mouth. He hums satisfactorily, sending vibrations into your sensitive core that make your thighs shaky.

You’re already cumming in an embarrassingly short time, gushing all over his face while he laps up all the juices you have to offer.

Before you can process anything else, his lips capture yours, lifting your body and dropping you onto your bed. You look at him with half lidded eyes, still sensitive from your last orgasm, while he pulls off his own clothes. His length rests on the inside of your thigh and he’s huge, so huge that it feels heavy against your skin and it scares you. “Satoru, I don’t think I can take you-”

“Shhh, princess,” he reassures you, “You started this. You have to take it.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to speak, taking the fabric of his blindfold and covering your eyes, tying a tight knot on the back of your head. This isn’t right, a voice in your head tells you, but you ignore it because Satoru treats you so well. He keeps you company, gives you some of his weed, eats your pussy without you having to ask him.

The only thing you can see is black and you whine. You so badly want to see Satoru’s pretty face, his chiseled body, his thick cock, but your thoughts are interrupted by the fat tip prodding at your tiny hole. “Too big..” your voice trails off as your mind is lifted, only the feeling of him splitting you in half remaining. You’ve never felt so full and it feels so dirty, yet your slick says otherwise, betraying any rational part that still resides in your body.

“I got you, Princess, don’t worry.” He slurs, drunk on the sensation of your snug walls. The stretch strings, whimpers spilling from your lips, but his cock hits every spot like no other. By the time he’s fully inside of you, it feels like he’s actually in your guts and it’s all intensified by the isolated feeling, not being able to see him at all. Every bite on your shoulder, every kiss on your open mouth, every delicious drag on your gummy walls is amplified.

You’re already cumming around him, a ring of cream forming on his cock as he gazes down at your bare body, wrapping his lips around a sensitive nipple. You squeal, your breath hitching at the same time you clamp down around his throbbing length. “Already? Such a sensitive little princess, aren’t you?” He mutters in your ear, your nails digging into his shoulders, piercing the pale skin. Tears spill from your eyes, flowing down the sides of your face.

His teeth sink into your shoulder and you want to tell him to stop, but the words don’t quite leave your lips. Only babbling noises accompanied by the wet sounds of your cunt and skin slapping against skin. He’s still pounding into your cervix at a relentless pace, in awe of how your slick drips down his balls and onto the white sheets.

Every time he hits that sweet spot, there’s an odd feeling that forms, like you’re about to make a mess. And when your next orgasm washes over you in intense waves of euphoria, a clear liquid spurts from your cunny, coating his lower stomach and your inner thighs. “Who knew my little princess was such a messy girl?” he taunts, making your cheeks flush in embarrassment.

“S-shut up-”

“Don’t worry about it,” he leans in close, his lips dangerously close to your ear, “I’ll clean it all up.”

His smooth voice causes you to squeeze around him, almost like you don’t want him to ever leave your cunt, and it gets harder and harder for him to move. “Fuck, baby you’re so tight, need you to loosen up,” he mumbles, his own orgasm finally approaching, your little cunny milking him for all he’s worth.

He’s rambling little praises, hot pleasure elevated by the high, his hips stuttering and his cock stuffing you to the brim with his warm seed. You both lay there, still intertwined and his body resting on top of yours.

“Ms. (L/N)! Did you have any questions about my lesson today?”

Your face drops in horror, your hand immediately pulling off the blindfold, as you push Satoru away from you and press the leave button on Zoom. A mix of your juices drop onto the floor and he chuckles, pulling you back to bed. “This isn’t over.”

He pins you back onto the mattress, his cock twitching at the sight of your leaking cunt, pulling your thighs until you’re close and pinning them to your chest. In one swift movement, his entire cock is shoved into your cunt, his balls slapping against the flesh of your ass with every thrust, fucking his cum back into your womb.

Gojo Satoru would never be satisfied.

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heliads · 3 years

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Partnership

When Y/N L/N is paired with Draco Malfoy for a Potions assignment, she assumes it’s just her bad luck. However, the two may have more in common than she’d thought.

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The sky is a brilliant blue, dashed with the occasional white puffy cloud that looks like it came straight out of a picture book. It’s a beautiful day, by far one of the nicest days you’ve had in a while. And instead of enjoying it, you and your friends are walking down to the dungeons for Potions. Just perfect.

Glancing over, you see your same lackluster disappointment on the faces of Harry and Ron, two of your closest friends. Even Hermione, who’s usually keen to get to class and learn some new and exciting piece of information, seems reluctant to trade in the golden glow of the sunlight for the dim, dull, and distant dungeons.

It turns out you’re right to be unhappy- Potions class has barely started when Snape announces that you’ll be starting a project that will last about two weeks or so where you have to research and come up with your own potion alongside a partner. Most of the work will be completed outside of class, but on the final day of work the two partners will both have to successfully brew the newly created potion. Each partner will drink from their partner’s cauldron, and if you don’t immediately die or the potion works, you pass. You’ll be working in pairs of two, but just as you look eagerly to Hermione, Snape informs the class that he will be picking the partners.

Ron groans quietly. “So I guess I won’t be working with you, Harry.” Harry chuckles. “Not a chance. He’d never let the two of us get our way.” Hermione shrugs. “At least you know you won’t be working with Malfoy. He doesn’t hate Draco enough for that. Honestly, Y/N, I’d be worried about yourself. You’re a Ravenclaw, not a Gryffindor, so it isn’t outright treason to be paired with Malfoy.” You nod slowly. “That’s what I’m worried about. He won’t put any of you with Draco, and he probably won’t put Draco with Crabbe or Goyle either.”

Ron frowns at you, confused, and you clarify. “If Draco has to drink from Crabbe or Goyle’s potion, he’ll die. Snape wants to make sure Draco doesn’t get poisoned, so he’ll pick someone who’s actually competent.” Harry grins. “That would be good to see. Killed by his own best mates.” The rest of you dissolve into laughter that is just a hair too loud, as Snape glares at the four of you and a reprimand is issued from across the classroom. “Quiet, Potter! Ten points from Gryffindor!”

Ron makes a face once Snape’s back is turned. “Why didn’t he deduct any points from Y/N? She was there too!” You laugh at that. “It’s called the perks of not being in Gryffindor. Very helpful.” Across the room, Snape continues assigning partners. “Parkinson and Zabini, Thomas and Bulstrode… and Malfoy and L/N.”

You freeze in place. Snape clicks his tongue impatiently, and after a beat, you gather up your things and walk over to sit next to your partner just like everyone else in the room. Draco is evidently annoyed by this too, and he hisses something to Snape in a hushed voice. “I don’t want her as my partner! She’s Potter’s friend!” Snape just eyes him coolly. “She may be an associate of Potter, but as of right now both she and you are students under me, meaning that I and I alone have full jurisdiction of which partners you have. I would suggest you hold your tongue, Mr. Malfoy.”

Draco leans back in his seat, clearly vexed. Snape moves on to other students, and Draco mutters under his breath. “He can’t talk to me like that.” You smirk at his annoyance. “He can and he will. Welcome to the real world, Malfoy. He’s like that to everyone.” Draco flashes you a glare and you hold your hands up defensively. “Hey, I don’t want to be here anymore than you do. Don’t think for a second that you’re anywhere near my first choice for partners.” Draco shakes his head. “Nor you for me. At least I know you won’t kill me- you are a Ravenclaw, after all.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Such glowing compliments. I’m touched.” Draco rolls his eyes. “All we have to do is get through two weeks and then I never have to see you again.” You toss him an obviously mocking smile. “Sounds perfect. I can’t wait to pretend we’ve never met.”

Snape switches to lecturing directly after he finishes assigning partners, so you don’t have any time to work on the project. Once he announces the end of class, you turn to Draco, expecting to talk about research for the potion you’re supposed to come up with, but to your surprise, the Slytherin boy is already walking quickly out of the room. You heave a frustrated sigh, then grab your things and follow him out resolutely.

You catch up with him in a courtyard on the grounds, and walk in front of him, forcing him to stop. He looks at you, bored. “What do you want?” You raise an eyebrow. “To talk about the project? If we want to get this done in two weeks we have to start research immediately.” Draco waves a hand at you dismissively. “Then go do it.” He moves to start walking again, but you step to the side and block his passage. “You’re joking if you think I’m doing all of this myself. We are both doing it, or nothing is going to happen.”

Draco folds his arms across his chest. “Do you know who I am? I’m a Malfoy, one of the best pure-blood families in the Wizarding World. I certainly do not have to do research with some Ravenclaw.” You laugh incredulously. “I don’t give a damn about your family. I mean, are you really going to cling to some false notion that your family is going to get you everywhere in life? We don’t all revolve around you, and your family certainly doesn’t either.”

Draco glares at you. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You stare at him in determination. “There’s going to be a time when you graduate from your final year at Hogwarts and you have to figure out just what to do with your life. A name can only get you so far out there, stop relying on it here.” Draco pretends he’s unaffected, but you can tell you’ve struck a nerve.

“You’re wrong, L/N. My family can bring me more than you could even dream of in your wildest imagination. No matter where I go, I could have things handed on a platter to me while you have to work away all your life for half of them.” You consider him. “But what if you didn’t have to live like that? What if, for once in your life, you were actually yourself instead of hiding behind your father’s shadow, scared of everything that he hasn’t briefed you on beforehand?”

Draco flinches, and you realize you’ve gone too far. “Do not disrespect my father like that. He is a good man, and you cannot talk about him like that. Why are you saying all of this, anyway? Because you’re mad at me for not wanting to study?” You shake your head softly. “I’m saying this because I know how it feels, to be trapped in between your family and your life. Let down your guard just this once. I promise you’ll be all the better for it.”

Draco looks at you, and for a second you think you’ve ruined everything, and that you’ll have to just go find yourself another Potions partner because he will never speak to you again. Then he nods, and holds out his hand. “Maybe you’re right. To being equals?” You stare at him for a second, then a smile starts to slip onto your face. “To being equals.”

You and Draco don’t meet up again until tomorrow, when you find yourself sitting opposite him at a table in the library. There are books on potions and potion ingredients in front of you, and the two of you stare down at them as if looking at them hard enough will automatically teach you how to brew a stellar potion.

Draco taps something on a newly turned page. “What about this? A Self-Switching potion? It seems easy enough, and we just make a simple version of it where you have the ability to change a few things about yourself. Like being a Metamorphmagus but only when you drink the potion.”

You nod slowly. “That sounds really good, actually.” You clasp your hands together, eyes starting to brighten with excitement as you consider the project ahead of you. “I think we could do it. I mean, it’s a basic chameleon potion so we could definitely do it in time. As for ingredients, I’m thinking some bicorn horn, dittany, maybe boomslang skin? Oh, we’d obviously have to have some essence of comfrey… Does a foxglove extract sound right, or is that more for other potions?”

You realize you’ve been chattering on for a while, and glance up from the book to see Draco looking at you with the most peculiar look on his face. There’s an easy smile crossing his lips, one you haven’t seen on him in a very long time. Perhaps not ever. You tilt your head at him, confused. “What?” Draco blinks slightly, coming back to reality. “Nothing. Uh, that sounds good.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, but turn back to the book. Your eye catches on some diagram depicting the proper brewing of the Polyjuice Potion. “Wait, we could use that wand movement there! It’ll actually work out just the way we want it to, but way easier than just brewing Polyjuice.” Draco grins suddenly, the flash of his teeth in the dim atmosphere of the library catching your eye. “Are we actually doing this?” You smile back at him. “I think we are. Look at us! Legitimate potion-brewers!”

The two of you start to laugh, the happy sound breaking the stillness of the library and earning you a swift glare from Madam Pince, the librarian. This act of discipline just makes the two of you laugh even harder, until you’re forced to quiet yourselves at the risk of being kicked out of the library. Once the study session is over, you start walking back to your dorm, but Harry, Ron, and Hermione catch up with you once you’ve barely taken a few steps.

Hermione clasps your arm. “I saw you heading out of the library. I can’t believe you have to work with Malfoy, that’s just awful. Tell me, is it that unbearable? I don’t know how you can stand it.” You smile lightly. “Actually, it’s not that bad. He just seems like another student.” Ron frowns, bewildered. “But he’s not just another student. He’s Malfoy.” You shrug. “I don’t know. He’s nice to me.” And, you suppose, he was. In fact, other than that one incident yesterday, he’s been friendly and even kind to you. Strange.

Before you know it, the two weeks have flown by and it’s time for the in-class Potions assessment. You and Draco work side by side, working effortlessly as if you’d been brewing potions together all your lives. At the end, your cauldrons contain identical liquids- the same swirling, mulberry color, the same light, almost white smoke.

Snape arrives at your cauldrons, taking a quick glance inside to check that the contents appear roughly the same before gesturing languidly at the two of you. “Drink the other’s potion. You had best be correct in your brewing, as I don’t want any more trips to the infirmary.” You and Draco look at each other one last time, then you dip a cup into his cauldron, drinking it down as he does the same. The potion isn’t sweet, nor bitter, just a smooth liquid with a slight hint of spice.

Now to test if the potion works. You concentrate for a second, willing your hair to turn a different color. Pink, maybe. After a second, you glance at a mirror in your hand and smile to see the light rose locks taking the place of your formerly H/C ones. You look at Draco, and grin to see that his eyes have changed color from the usual ice gray to a dark emerald, reminiscent of the Slytherin colors adorning his robes.

You let out a quiet laugh, relieved, then will your hair to transform back into its usual color. You feel better once it does, and when Draco’s eyes return to normal. Snape considers the potions for a second, then nods slowly. “Acceptable work, both of you. You’ve earned yourselves an Outstanding.” Snape steps away to interrogate another pair of students, announcing that once you’ve been graded you can leave class, and you beam at Draco. “We got an Outstanding! I’m so proud of us!”

Draco smirks at your enthusiasm. “Let’s head out. I think I’ll become unconscious if I have to spend another second next to Finnigan’s potion.” You giggle quietly at that, and gather up your things to leave with him. The two of you walk out of the dungeons and into the courtyard. You tilt your head up to face the sky, basking in the sudden brightness of day.

Draco laughs at you, then his voice slowly starts to die off. “Well, I guess you got what you wanted, didn’t you? The two weeks are up. You never have to see me again.” You glance up at him, but Draco doesn’t give you a chance to speak. “I know how it is. You’re best friends with Potter and the others, they despise me. You probably despise me too.”

You walk over to him, gently taking his hands in yours. “I think I’m expected to, but I don’t. I think you’re a genuinely good person, Draco, you just have to give yourself the chance to see that for yourself.” He lets himself smile at that. “In that case, would you like to give me the chance to go out with you to Hogsmeade? The trip’s in a few days.” You beam at him, feeling your eyes light up. “I’d like nothing more.”

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ktheist · 4 years

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final installment to the to my dear friend series.

prompt.“don’t confuse your party friends with your real friends.” (x)

muses. jungkook x reader

genre. university au. fwb. f2l.

words. 8.9k

first installment. friend in me.

warnings. implied smut, mentions of name calling

synopsis. the goody-two-shoes. the girl who always sits in one of the front rows in class. that girl that has literal models as friends while she comes to classes in sweats.

you identify with all of these.

but what you don’t ever want to be known as, is that freaky girl who had sex at a semi-public place, in the back room of the student lounge with the most drool-worthy man at the faculty.

and that’s exactly what kim namjoon, your ex-boyfriend, manifested when he publicly announced to everyone from your faculty of your oh-so-sweet time together, “come on, ___, everyone wants to know if you begged me to be your first and how we fucked in the back room of the student lounge.”

the moment jeon jungkook’s name which you have saved as koo, flashes across the screen - time stops. so does your heart as you meet taehyung’s eyes which were just fixed on your phone before you flip it over and press the stickers engraved case with the your hand as though afraid he might be able to see through the aluminum and read the text jungkook sent you.

which is just-

koo: heyy

“um, excuse me,” jisoo, having been more focused on the group you lowly pointed out to be stealing glances your way and unlike you, she’s in the middle of raising her hand with an index finger pointing upwards, deep maroon lips pursed in annoyance as the group begins to whisper amongst them and looking back at your table as though in disbelief that someone would actually call them out, “yes, you guys - especially the girl with the fake channel jacket - ever heard of minding your damn business?”

“jisoo,” you hiss, yanking her hand back down and slamming it against the table, “i don’t care, they can say whatever they-“

“at least have the decency to be original if you wanna shit talk someone,” lisa speaks over you, as though she can’t hear your protest.

“taehyung, stop them,” you lean over the table in a hushed whisper, catching the man’s blank gaze whilst he slurps on his smoothie as though he sees nothing wrong with the whole setting. and it’s definitely not the nasty bruise around his eyes that’s impairing his vision - nor judgement for that matter.

“what?” he chirps, willfully unaware of the tension in the air.

“oh god,” you finally slump into your seat, head lowered in an attempt to let your tresses fall over your face and cover it as you pretend to rub the temple of your head, hoping - wishing a hole would open and up and swallow you right here and now.

hurried footsteps of the group trying to pretend like they’re not in a rush pass behind you. words like, “rude much?”, “ugh, we don’t even care”, “attention whore.” among other things echoing in murmurs into the air before the tranquil blanket of silence settles back over the vicinity.

lisa’s glare of death takes on a much cheerful light as she grins at the older girl as they high five over the table.

“guys, thanks but you didn’t have to do that,” is the first thing you say after you lift your head, a half-hearted smile on your lips, “i don’t really care and quite honestly they have every right to be here as much as we do.”

“sweetie, the fact that you were laughing with us just a minute ago and stopped all of a sudden means you do care,” jisoo says pointedly, deep maroon lips pursed together in a ‘don’t lie to me’ manner and once she sees your lips clamping together and possibly said lie getting swallowed into your throat, she continues, “- and that’s completely valid. they should’ve know to keep their mouths shut if they wanna eat here too.”

“okay, maybe i do care but i can’t stop them from stealing glances or pointing me out to anyone who doesn’t know me or doesn’t know how i look which i’m sure is just meh,” before lisa could interject, you hold up a finger, “i know i can look pretty at times,” you offer an assuring smile before sighing at your next words, “but honestly, at this point, i can literally hear the ‘that’s the girl that tricked namjoon into dating her last year’ everywhere i go and i’m kind of used it.”

“but you didn’t trick him and he started it first,” taehyung doesn’t exactly slam the cup onto the table but he doesn’t gently set it down either and the sound is audible enough the little corner you’ve booked for yourselves.

“does it matter? that’s what word has it around here anyway,” shrugging, you take a spoonful of the vanilla ice cream into your mouth.

“it sucks,” jimin, ever the listener and the one person who’s never put his phone down until now, finally speaks the word of the day - not a particularly profound one but they fit the situation, “but i mean, this’ll all blow over in a month.”

almost as though they share the same wavelength, lisa and jisoo begin grumbling out protests

“ugh, jimin.” lisa narrows her eyes at him, face contorted in disgust while jisoo gasps, wide-eyed, “park jimin, i raised you better than this.”

“what?” the man in question - questions, crescent eyes turning into a pair of full moons, shining with utter confusion as he looks he repeats the same word over an over again with increasing remorse, “no- seriously, what did i say?”

“it’s easy for you,” jeongyeon chirps from next to you, perfect nude acrylics gleaming mutedly as she holds a fry she stole from his plate in the air, “you’re a guy,” and only then she pops the fry into her mouth.

“where did she come from?” a frown etches itself onto taehyung’s face as he stares at the newcomer as though she grew another head.

“unless jeongyeon has witchery powers then my best bet is through the door,” shrugging, you pick up the vapor dotted cup, the sound of ice clicking against each other as you twirl the straw around gets drowned by the series of agreement from the two girls.

“what does that even mean?” with hair mussed from and eyes almost as wide as a mad man in search for the truth - the only thing he’s missing is an overgrown unkept beard - jimin’s raised voice brings you back to the issue at hand, spurred by jeongyeon’s ominously vague prophecy.

“it means,” you set the cup down after sipping on the chocolatey goodness , “guys get worshipped like some sex god when their body counts get exposed and people will be lining up to get laid by him but when it’s a girl who gets her, for once, healthy sex life and keeps to one partner like me gets ‘exposed,’” hands raised, you curl your index and middle fingers inwards in an indicative nature, “let’s just say it doesn’t really help me climb up the social ladder.”

shrugging, you continue, “like yeah, maybe it’ll blow over like you said and our friends probably don’t care - they’re treating me the same but i can see our mutual friends becoming distant even though they don’t show but just this morning i went up to jennie kim was the to ask about the thing we have to do for a group project and i can kinda see it in her eyes. she sees me as that girl who begged kim namjoon to have sex with her, dumped him and got with the next cute guy of the century. and that impression of me is always gonna keep lurking in the back of everyone’s minds whether they do it consciously or not.”

a pause lapses in between you, not quite as profound as jimin’s jaw-drop is making it to be but maybe it is for him. the others continue to munch on their fries and jeongyeon just stole jimin’s drink, opened the cap and took a sip instead of using the straw, murmuring something about not taking any chances because ‘don’t know where his mouth’s been.’

it’s several heartbeats until jimin recovers from the load of information before he lets out an-

“oh.”

“yeah,” lisa nods, shooting him a ‘now you know’ look before turning to you with a pointed expression as though she’s ready to move on to a more pressing topic which was absurd because what else could be more pressing than your mid college term crisis-

“and you should say what you said just now to jungkook instead of ghosting him”

-except the fact that you thought you were subtle enough in flipping your phone’s screen upside down and pretending like you were listening to whatever whoever was speaking.

all of a sudden, the heat of five pairs of eyes are on you. but those who are truly stricken by the news are jimin and jeongyeon, the latter’s gaze being unavoidable because she’s sitting smack dab right next to you, “wait,” a tense pause wedges its way in the miniature space between you and her, “you’re ghosting jeon jungkook?”

“i-i just-“ there’s something in the way her tone rises at his name and the sheer absurdity of it all that makes your heart wrench in guilt and discomfort, “i’m not gonna ghost him for forever-“

“you should though.” taehyung waves a fry in your face before popping it into his mouth.

“-i just need time to like, process everything. i mean, it happened just yesterday,” by the end of your attempt to explain yourself, you can feel your shoulder line falling as you sigh, back leaned against the chair, the fries no longer looking appetizing.

“it’s partly his fault for flaunting out your sex lives to the entire world,” taehyung points out.

“shut it, tae,” jisoo hisses before turning to you, “take all the time you need, sweetie,” she rests her cheek on your shoulder as she side hugs you, probably finally comprehending the level of confusion and frustration all at once that forbids you from texting jungkook back the moment he texted you which was just minutes after the car disappears around the intersection and his figure disappear from sight last night.

the moment jeongyeon stepped through the crowd and stopped next to you with the clack of her boots and the sheer ‘oh honey, you’re not ready for that talk,’ nature, you decided right then and there, if jeongyeon asked you to shave off your hair and hand it over in a tray, you would in a heartbeat.

“since ____ didn’t wanna say anything, i figured she did get you to sleep with her but felt bad about it,” the hand she kept tucked under her arm falls away to reveal the hundred bucks she’s holding in your face.

by then, you had a hunch of what she was planning in that wonderful head of hers but the weight of the tens of pairs of eyes had made you wary. it was jeongyeon’s plan, all you had to do was just run with it, not run it.

wordlessly, you took the folded note, smoothed the cripple out of it as best as you could before folding it in two and tucking it into your bra. the bouts of gasps that broke out was what gave you the push to meet namjoon’s gaze with a blank one and shrug, “what? i went through all the trouble to get you to sleep with me and put up with dating you for six months - i should at least get my pay,” murmurs echo through out the room as well as several ‘ooh’s at the revelation.

the man’s face had turned several shades darker. eyes trained on you like you were all he sees. like a predator to his prey. once upon a time, you might have found the way he was so rapt with something heartfluttering - attractive even as you sat at the bleachers, cheering on your secret boyfriend whilst he instructed his team through the mic. circuit breaker had never came out anything but victorious when kim namjoon was that focused.

if only looks could kill, you’d be dead.

“that’s right, it was just a bet we made in first year,” jeongyeon’s tilted crimson smirk had been tucked with something like wicked humor as her shoulder line jolted with her laughter.

first year, you were that lost kid who bent over backwards to be everyone’s friends and ended with none. namjoon knew that, like how he knew this was all a lie and yet perhaps that was why you could almost picture the brood of clouds looming over his head. the same look that would settle over his face as he shifted through courses of action to take for that one possible outcome that lead to circuit breaker’s victory.

your heartbeat stuttered when he began to stand straighter, arms crossed over muscled chest. his naturally tall stature had allowed him to look down on you like gum under his shoe, “quite pathetic that she had to beg to win a bet.”

the ground opening up and swallowing you whole right then and there had remained but a wishful thinking. the seconds seemed to stretch on for hours on end with gazes burning right through your skull. you could almost hear the ghostly whispers of “oh my god,” “who does she think she is?” “what a slut.”

“wasn’t that like a year ago?” somewhere from your other side, a snicker hit the air like a mockery and a hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a familiar scent of lemongrass and musk. how your own arm went around his to side hug his waist had been a surprise to you too, the action was as natural as breathing.

“i mean,” jungkook drawled with a shrug, “kinda sad that you’re still hung up over a girl but i get it - i know how amazing ____ is,” with a slight lean towards the older man, the low murmur couldn’t have been any louder, “we did it on the side of the street once,” a gasp from the ever loyal audience, “the balcony,” another gasp, “under a bridge,” there isn’t any more gasps - the audience must have ran out of responses, “in the changing room,” just when you thought he was going to spell out every single spot you had sex at on the list, jungkook finally laughed, “honestly any place you can think of - but yeah, keep dreaming about the back room of the student lounge cause that’s probably the most adventurous a dude like you would ever be.”

the shock painted over jimin’s jaw drop, jisoo’s eyes glancing from left to right, jeongyeon’s pursed lips and muted whistle didn’t exactly go past you. but you were more focused on the way the man in front of you, the one you thought you gave everything to, was the one speechless between the two of you.

the smile you wore was a lazy one but the words you threw back at him didn’t bloom in your chest with satisfaction of retribution the way you thought they would, “get over it, namjoon.”

in hindsight, you should’ve known it would come back and bite your ass. but you didn’t think the reaction would be this immediate. by monday morning, you were already getting strange looks and one not-so-pleasant experience of hearing snide laughter as you passed a group of students with the faintest but clearest, “what a whore.”

by noon, your reputation was pretty much set in stones - though your closest friend circle tried to convince you that it wasn’t as bad as it seems. that was, until another group of students walked into the cafe and most of them kept glancing at you like you’re some wild animal in a zoo.

“oh!” you could almost see a light bulb going off on jeongyeon’s head - as though a thought just crossed her, “i forgot what i came here for but anyway, i got tea!”

“girl,” lisa raises her brows with an obvious ‘what-are-you-waiting-for’ smile, “spill.”

and from the way way everyone else is quiet but focused on the woman, including you, it’s safe to say lisa’s words spoke for all of you. knowing that she holds the sole attention of the people at the table, jeongyeon smirks playfully, “guess what?”

“what?” taehyung says plainly.

“you’re supposed to guess, idiot,” she rolls her eyes but recovers from the brunette’s lack of effort as she basically bounces in her seat like a ball of excitement, “kim namjoon got kicked out of circuit breaker! the dean himself had a ‘little word’ with him. just. now.”

it would have come off as a pleasant news - cheer-worthy even. if not for one simple fact: that the dean is none other than jimin’s mother.

“oh my fucking god, yes!” lisa yelps, while jisoo extends her arms across the aforementioned woman to reach for the giggling man on her other side, “come here, let me hug you park jimin!” since it’s a round table, it makes the notion of hugs more plausible but since lisa is sitting between them, she ends up sandwiched with jisoo’s arms around her and jimin leaning into her in order to let the rest of jisoo’s arms encase around his neck.

“to be fair, he got kicked out because he and tae got in a fight,” the bleach blond man chuckles, “so tae’s punishment is being professor yoon’s unpaid assistant.” the position doesn’t seem ideal but the three doesn’t seem to mind - they look like they enjoy it.

“it was worth it,” taehyung shrugs when he catches your eyes, knowing full well the wave of guilt that rushes through you so instead, you mouth him a ‘i owe you one.’

by the time lunch ends (for you and jimin at least since the others seem to have another free hour before their classes start), you find yourself taking up jimin’s offer to sit with him at the back instead of the fifth row from the front that was just perfect for a not-so-serious-but-not-so-laxed-student vibe.

“hey, jimin - thanks,” you say in between the class filling up and him texting someone on his phone which he puts down on the table after your words of gratitude fill the air, “for talking to your mom for me.”

“that’s the least i can do,” he fixes you with a half-hearted smile - probably wishing he’d be able to throw a punch where it was needed but you know park jimin wouldn’t be park jimin if he wasn’t this adorable, good natured person with the kindest heart that could barely hurt a fly let alone a person. even if that person is a douchebag like namjoon, “‘sides, mom’s always preaching about equality for both genders and kim basically sexually harassed you, i’m sorry i couldn’t stand up for you like tae-“

“no, don’t say that,” you frown, hands tugging on his biceps. slipping your around the aforementioned biceps, you rest your head on his shoulder, feeling the rising tension of your pursed lips, “everyone has their own friendship language - and finding a peaceful way to get back to someone who hurt your friend, is yours. so thank you for being you,” you pause just for the briefest moment when you accidentally meet the eyes of one of your friends - the flash in their eyes projecting their not-so-friendly thoughts at the sight of you, “thanks for being my friend, jimin.”

something soft bumps the top of your head as you feel his neck crane briefly, “thanks for being my friend too- jisoo would beat your ass for saying this though.”

at the mention of the spirited friend of yours, you both break out into fits of giggles. “jisoo would probably buy chicken tie my to a chair while dangling a drumstick until i promise to stop saying ‘weird things.’”

by ‘weird things’ it meant thanking them or even projecting any form of gratitude which shouldn’t even be a thing to be grateful for because, as she would aggressively yet lovingly insist, and as jimin acts out, “she’d probably be ‘it’s obvious we’d be friends because you’re the baddest bitch - girl, you’re that bitch.’”

it’s even funnier when he tries to mimic her way of speech and tone. for a moment, as you continue to narrate what your two other best friends would have done in the setting, both of you laughing into each other’s faces, the watchful eyes don’t seem all that intimidating.

throughout the evening, you spend it with your friends. watching movies and sleeping over at jimin’s - since he’s the only one who owns an apartment and doesn’t have a cranky roommate, going to class with yesterday’s jeans and jimin’s stolen hoodies to which he looked slightly perturbed at the realization that that’s three hoodies he probably wouldn’t get back even though you promised to wash it and give it back. but he the matter seems to fly out the window once you stopped by mcdonald’s for breakfast.

you may or may not have neglected pending projects group work but your friends didn’t seem to care -jisoo and jimin were rushing to group meetings this morning but after lisa’s five minute therapy-esque session for you to stop apologizing for inconveniencing them when you thought they must have (they did) pushed back on a lot of plans just to spend time with you and make sure you’re okay, you’d finally turned the ‘sorry’s to ‘thank you’s.

it was some time when you were walking to a class you shared with taehyung, that his looming frame easily catches what exactly you’re doing on your phone and begrudgingly points out, “ugh, you’re still texting him? after promising you’ll choose yourself first?”

to be fair, it was a short and sweet text saying ‘hey, i’m fine. sorry i didn’t reply to your texts, just have a lot going on atm’ without any emojis but also no period at the end because you didn’t want to seem like you’re mad. but besides that, you’re not entirely sure what exactly you feel for jungkook because like taehyung said-

“he‘s a different kind of asshole,” his tone was light but if there’s anything a whole year of knowing kim taehyung did, it was catching onto the way his voice strains and his avoidance to look at you as he speaks, “does he even know what he did to you? what you’re going through right now?”

it was true that the after effect of jungkook listing out the places you both had sex at has finally come to bite you in the ass. but-

“nobody would’ve thought the things jungkook said would backfire like this,” and yet you tug on the sleeves of jimin’s hoodie, voice small.

the man’s abrupt stop forces you to stop too, leaving you no choice but to meet his frowning face, “everyone knows what stuff like that’ll do more to girls than guys.”

it’s the pause that you took. the hesitance that taehyung must’ve seen shining brighter than your reputation allows it.

“you know what- do whatever you want,” and with that he leaves you on the side of the corridor to stare at his broad back as he walks away.

there’s no way you’ll go up and sit with him at the back like you did with jimin. but it wasn’t the empty spots next to you that made your heart clench - it was the way he deliberately turned away from you when your eyes met as you entered and he took a seat.

it’s some time after the professor left the class, whilst your phone vibrates rapidly with onslaught of messages, do you finally pick it up with one goal in mind.

koo: oh okay

koo: hope you’re doing okay

koo: i’m here if you wanna talk

he hasn’t finished typing when you tap out a simple ‘sorry’ and switching to-

you: thank you really but i think it’s better if we don’t text anymore

only to see another blue bubble pop on the screen at the same time as yours.

koo: i miss you

by the end of the very, very, very long day, you’re finally able to throw yourself onto your soft plush bedsheets. your friends don’t know that taehyung’s mad at you and isn’t talking to you - his sporadic off-days being the reason for them to assume that this is one of those days.

and they didn’t really push you to talk either, choosing to give you space after they robbed you off yours by kidnapping you to have a best friend’s night last night.

much to your dismay, not even five minutes into melting into the comforts of your bed, your stomach starts growling like a wild animal that hasn’t been fed in weeks. despite distantly remembering finishing the last pack of ramen last week, you still drag your feet to the kitchen in search for a instant noodles that, after opening the cupboard, you confirm, isn’t there.

and that’s how you end up trudging down the streets with flip flops and hair poking underneath the hood of jimin’s hoodie. a surge of gratification shoots through your veins when you see the last cup of your favorite spicy ramen on the shelf. not bothering to go back, you take a seat at one of the high stools facing the wall-sized window after paying for it.

it takes a few texts and scrolling through instagram before the ramen is ready. but it’s jeongyeon’s panic-induced tone that takes up most of your time.

jeongyeon: ok so ik you’re gonna be mad at me but pls don’t be

you: what issit tho

jeongyeon: you gotta promise 🤙

with a growl of your stomach demanding to be fed, you place your phone down with a misspelled loophole ‘yea i pro mizz 🤙🤙🤙’

and if getting a certification as your faculty’s resident hoe isn’t enough, in that moment, with ramen dangling from your mouth and puffed cheek, your eyes stops on a brunette boy who stops dead in his track when he sees you.

somewhere on the smooth surface of the table, your phone vibrates with a pop up notification.

jeongyeon: ok so jeon jungkook texted me about you and i kinda told him he should ask you himself but then i thought it kinda indicated that something’s wrong

another ping.

jeongyeon: i didn’t tell him anything else tho!!!

“i don’t know what to say - i’m sorry, didn’t think it would be this bad,” jungkook confesses, head hung low, hair hiding most of his face and disallowing you from reading his emotions.

after jeongyeon ominously told jungkook to ask you about why she can’t tell him anything about how you’re doing now, jungkook had rushed to your place because it was obvious that his texts would be left on read, “maybe i should’ve taken it for what it is but i-,” he’d stopped short of what he wanted to say before he’d met your gaze with wishing stars in his eyes, “i just needed to see you and make sure you’re okay.”

“it’s not,” you admit, “most of the time they just look at me like i’m some animal in the zoo but sometimes it still gets to me.”

“you didn’t seem like the person who would care,” he says smally, almost as though it wasn’t meant for you but for himself.

you want to laugh, “that’s cause that’s what half-drunk me is most of the time and you’ve only ever known her - but on campus, i’m that girl who walks in the hallway with her head down and wanna be as invisible as i can... because i hate conflicts and being seen means i’ll most likely get into some shit... like i did with namjoon.”

kim namjoon saw you when no one else paid attention. mostly because the outstanding ones in your batch were taking the spotlight in freshmen year. the positions became apparent a little over two weeks after the first class. and you were still wondering around, in search for like minded beings. instead of finding friends, you found a god.

or so what they call a once in a lifetime genius.

“yea- i don’t really know you,” if it isn’t for the way his head snaps your way and the heartbreaking strain in his voice, you would have had a better time holding out, “i don’t even know what your favorite color is but i promise i’ll never hurt you like he did,” when he meets your gaze, all control seem to seep out of you and all you want is to take everything back

“i’m sorry- i just- it’s stupid, cutting you off just ’cause of that-“ the sound chains of the swing echo into the chilly night air as you prop your elbows on your knee, torso bent forward while you cup your face with your hands, maybe if you rubbed hard enough the stupid will come off, “i know it’s nobody’s fault but then there’s tae and he was the only one who thought i should stop talking to you- but he’s also the most reasonable person in our friend group and i-“ you almost choke on pure air, “i’m sorry.”

and so you end up at a park a few blocks away, you choosing to sit on the swing whilst he leans against the monkey bar a few feet away.

“it’s not okay,” jungkook’s voice fills your ears - he doesn’t sound as mad as you thought he’d be but his words say otherwise.

until you hear the scrape of soles on dirt. and just as you thought he was leaving, a hand lands on your knee, “but i forgive you.”

the smile you see when you peek through your fingers is familiar. boyish like its owner but endearing all the same,“and nothing that makes you feel like your peace is disturbed, is stupid,” but then the smile down turns into a frown, eyebrows knitting together, “i just wish you told me so you didn’t have to go through this alone.”

“i wasn’t alone - i had my friends,” it’s right after the words hit the air and a flash of disappointment crosses jungkook’s eyes, do you belatedly realize that you were indirectly calling him a non-friend.

“right,” the smile he fixes you breaks your heart - even more so when you see how he’s struggling to be happy for you whilst pushing down the hurt in his eyes, “that’s great - it’s great that you weren’t alone.”

or someone outside of your exclusives-only circle. well, he was - he isn’t exactly someone you’d befriend like you would your current friends. but it must have sounded like he was demoted to a friend who you say hi’s to and don’t share personal hardships and happiness with.

“yeah,” you echo in agreement before biting your bottom lip, gaze switching from his hand to his arm and finally his deep brown eyes that appear hazel underneath the light of the lamppost, “can we still be friends?”

the short but straightforward, “no” on jungkook’s part echoes in the air.

it takes a moment for you to register the two-letter word, as if it’s the hardest to fathom and before you know it, your jaw is on the ground, after a surprised, “what-”

in all honesty, you were the one who wanted to cut jungkook off from your life - for an absurd reason at that - but still, with how he patiently listened to you and even forgave you, you thought he’d at least want to stay friends. maybe he doesn’t want to be that kind of friend anymore. or maybe he doesn’t want to be your friend if you’re not that kind of friends anymore. maybe-

“i don’t wanna be just friends,” the confession falls out from his lips when you least expect it. almost as though you weren’t the only one who could read the other like an open book.

but despite his confidence the first time, you still see the traces of hesitance in the way he takes a moment longer to continue, “i... i want to know you- not the drunk you, not the campus you, but you you.”

this time, you can’t control the trickle of laughter that tumbles out of your mouth. it’s dry and a little bit broken, but still comes from a humorous place, “you’re probably gonna be disappointed as hell.”

“is that a yes?” the flash of starlight in jungkook’s eyesmile causes your heart to swell with a sort of fullness. the chains clink into the air as he grips it with his hands, using them to hoist himself up - but he doesn’t stand straight. instead,he leans his forehead on yours, “say yes.”

the smile that slips on your face is involuntary. completely out of your control as you affirm, “it’s a yes.”

“so is that tae’s hoodie?” jungkook asks as you walk down the street to your apartment.

the “what?” that slips out of your mouth is more surprised than anything else but it seems like that’s what made the man rush out his explanation - which he didn’t really need to but you appreciate it anyway.

“it’s just- you’re not a hoodie girl,” you don’t miss the way he scrunches his nose as he struggles to find the proper words, you think it’s cute - you think jungkook’s cute, “you’re more like a sweaters girl - or like, that’s what i see you wear in the morning before you kick me out.”

chuckling, you relieve him of his curiosity with a “no, it’s not tae’s.”

he beams at you like a morning sun until you add, “it’s jimin’s.”

“o-oh,” he nods but doesn’t press on.

“he’s also one of my best friend - they dragged me to movie’s night and we crashed at jimin’s last night,” you say.

“oh.” the pearly whites peek from underneath his lips again, eyes lighting up like stars.

but then, before you know it, you’re standing at the entrance of your apartment.

“thanks for walking me home,” on your part, you don’t really want to part.

“yeah, no problem,” if you didn’t know any better, jungkook’s foot scuffling against the dirt doesn’t really give off a willing farewell vibe either.

until you both blurt out at the same time-

“do you wanna come in?”

“i mean it when i said i missed you.”

an echoing silence settles between you for the longest moment - or in fact, just a second too long but with all that’s happened and the friendships you can see breaking, jeon jungkook’s is one you’re not going to let go that easily.

not again.

“come inside,” you say.

and this time, you’re not asking.

jungkook’s breath is hot against your neck as you groan from the impact of your back and head hitting the door as soon as it closes, his hands under your thighs.

but you’re fast to recover, hands snaking up his chest until they reach his strained jawline, tilting his head and forcing him to look at you, “show me how much you missed me.”

a familiar glint flashes across his eyes at your challenge before his gaze falls to the borrowed deep blue hoodie you have on, “take that off. now.”

deciding against taunting him some more, you pull the piece of clothing over your head before dropping it next to the can of beer, snacks and energy bars you bought from the convenience store.

it doesn’t take much for you to lean into him enough not to let yourself topple over backwards - maybe it’s the hundreds of times he’s carried you like this, maybe he’s the only person you trust to grab you by the bottom of your ass and you’d instantly know where to wrap your legs around.

or maybe, just maybe, you missed jungkook too.

but either way, you kiss him once after he slams you against your bed. you kiss him a few more times as he slides in and out of you like every crevice of your core is made for him. you’re in the middle of kissing him when he hits ghat sweet spot that gets you moaning mid-kiss. he doesn’t seem to mind as he bites your bottom lips, letting you ride your high whilst he dedicates himself to you. to your pleasure.

and you kiss him when he thrusts deep into you as you both reach a different kind of euphoria together, holding each other tightly as if the other would fade if you didn’t.

since your bed is a single bed and you were occupying most of it, you have to scoot to make space for an extra person. you let him have the pillow while you keep your head raised midair until he slips his arm under it, his other hand pulling your back against his front before he pulls the cover over you.

the digits in the corner of your phone tells you that you’re probably going to end up rushing to your 8 am tomorrow but at the moment, with the moonlight pouring through the window and a distant sound of cars in the main street filling the room, there’s nowhere you’d rather be than right here.

“it’s orange - my favorite color is orange, like the sunset,” you’re pretty sure your voice is half-slurred from the fatigue of the day creeping up to you, but jungkook surprisingly heard it right because-

“we should go sunset watching someday,” he suggests.

“mhm,” you hum, not opposed of that idea at all, “what’s your...” you drag out, shifting through words until you find the one you’re most curious about, “favorite dessert?”

“besides you?” he chuckles when you let out an involuntary gasp at his insinuation before humming in contemplation, “ice creams.”

“are you free this sunday?” you ask.

“yeah, why?” his voice is laced with a hint of wonder.

“let’s go to an ice cream parlor,” by now, you’re pretty sure he barely understands what you’re saying as your eyes begin to droop, “let’s do things people do outside of parties - i wanna get to know you, koo.”

for the longest moment, you thought it’s him that’s fallen asleep because of the lack of affirmation.

that is, until he murmurs with the smallest voice, “yeah, i’d like that.”

you wake up to the sound of your daily alarm blaring across the room. but much to your dismay, when you slip your hand under the pillow - which unnaturally becomes a texture of spiky but fluffy treads - you come to a morbid realization that isn’t there.

which means wherever your gosh darn phone is, you’re going to have to find it to hit the snooze button because you can’t sleep with that deafening noise but if you do get up, you won’t be able to fall back asleep.

that is, until a different kind of sound, one that knows your name, grumble out a, “___, turn that shit off,” while a hand band around your waist, pulling you into a whole body.

for the briefest moment, you forget about the sound, heart skipping a dangerous beat as your mind shift through your memories, searching for something you can use for a self defense before it finally settles down with a realization that the only other person who could be complaining about your alarm because they were in bed with you, is jeon jungkook.

“god damn it,” you grumble with eyes barely open and mind half-awake while you pick up each article of clothing that are strewn across the room, “where did you throw my phone, jungkook?”

the man in your bed slurs out some incomprehensible words, leaving you with nothing but your wits and your wills and a little bit of urgency because your roommate may not be home most of the time but she definitely is in the morning. her schedule is more unpredictable than yours.

after a good one minute, you finally found your phone not on the floor but under the sheets right next to jungkook’s thigh. considering you spent a good chunk of your remaining sleepiness looking for it, you’re now out of the sleep essence and wide awake.

it looks like you caused quite a stir. jeongyeon’s text alone amounts to 36 notifs while each of your friend private messaged you an average of 5-12 texts each. the lowest being jimin and lisa who teetered on the line of ‘hey jeongyeon told me’s and ‘text me when you see this’ while jisoo’s are full out capsing and taehyung is a mixture of jimin and lisa with a missed call.

but what you don’t expect to see among the pile of notification, is the one pushed to the bottom by your friends’.

“oh, wow, kim namjoon texted me,” you blurt out, not knowing that a slip of tongue would cause a burst of reaction from the sleeping male in your bed.

shooting up with the sheets still covering his head, he yanks them down and fixes you with a wide-eyed, disbelieving gaze, “kim namjoon what now?”

it takes you a moment to digest the fact that he couldn’t even form a proper sentence or even grope around on the bed to help you look for your phone yet a single name and a verb could literally shock the sleep out of him. but you’re not one to hold onto grudges so you casually say, “he texted me.”

when you don’t offer anything else, the man finally asks, “well... what did he say?”

“’hey,’“ you echo the one worded text before slinging your towel over your shoulder.

“and?” hurried steps follow you into the hallway, an awkward ‘don’t-look-pressed’ laugh accompanying them, “...what did you say?”

“why?” you turn around abruptly, almost causing your follower to run right into you before he quickly halts himself, eyes slanting to the wall as he scratches his unclothed chest.

“i- uh, i don’t know - just curious i guess,” he mumbles out.

at that, the chuckles you’ve been holding back spills out of your mouth like waterfall. he opens his arms for you when you slip yours around his waist, locking your hands on his back, “i didn’t reply but if i did, it’s probably to tell him to stop texting me.”

the heartwarming ‘oh’ that tumbles out of his mouth is followed by a tuck in the corners of his lips, doe eyes filling with a sort of heat that makes your heart skip a beat.

that is, until fear flashes across his face, “wait, what time is it? don’t you have 8 am’s on tuesdays? i should leave-”

“nah,” you shake your head, a smile making home on your lips, “i’m skipping. you wanna get breakfast at mcdonald’s?”

instead of an affirmation, jungkook’s panicked face turns to a frown, hands coming to cup your cheeks as he twists it from left to right, as though looking for something and you know why-

“who are you and what have you done to sober ___?” he demands.

laughter trickles out of your mouth as you struggle to get out of his grasp while he demands you return you back, “___ would drag my ass to the door at ass crack o’clock when she has 8 am’s. bring her back!”

but in your fit of giggles and his exorcist-esque shouting, jungkook stops and pecks you on your mouth, “just kidding,” you don’t think you can ever get used to that boyish smile of his, “i would love to have our first sober date at mcdonald’s.”

as if a giggle switch has been switched on, you laugh some more, cheeks hurting and tears pooling in the corner of your eyes at the way he makes it sound like you’re asking him to a date.

and you’re not quite against that idea.

so you find yourself at the mcdonald’s five minutes away from your campus. if you have any fucks at all to give, you would be worried about meeting your casual friends. but something about jeon jungkook and your friends’ - your real friends - endless support from yesterday has turned you into a woman of steel. or, really, just mixed party-you and sober-you together.

“apparently he wants to get back together because he thinks it’ll help fix everything but i know he just wants to save his ass - oh, did you know the dean, jimin’s mom, kicked him out of circuit breaker?” you casually say before chugging on your coffee before the sound of someone choking a whole lung drums in your ears.

turning to you with flushed cheeks and post-lung cough, jungkook demands, “you can’t just dump things like this on me- you gotta give me a warning first.”

“i did,” you counter, and just as his face spells ‘when?’ you quickly add, “at home - when i said kim namjoon texted me.”

“babe, that was 30 minutes ago,” jungkook says, in a matter-of-factly.

but all you hear is the name he calls you, “i kinda like that.”

he smiles shyly but still say, “what? babe?”

“yes,” you place your phone on the table, forgetting the open text as you lean closer to jungkook before enunciating the word “babe?”

his hand finds its way to your chin while yours slip underneath his shirt as he guides your face to his lips. but just before you’re about to kiss, the sound of voices - familiar ones at that - pour into the otherwise quiet vicinity. drawn by your curiosity, you tilt your head just the slightest bit to peak at the newcomers when you feel the heat of pairs of eyes burn into your head.

“shit,” you blurt out.

“oh my god,” jisoo gasps while lisa lets out a muted whistle, murmuring a “whew, chile, the audacity of some men.”

jeongyeon snickers as she leans away from lisa who’s holding your phone with namjoon’s text open, “i know what’s going on,” she waves a hand gun at you, “you’re doing great now and he’s sad and lonely-”

“or he wants to show the dean you guys made up so he can get into circuit breaker again,” taehyung chimes in, leaning against the chair, volunteering to pick up everyone’s order from the counter, “you know, just a thought.”

“no, no, no,” lisa interjects, “it’s more than just that with these men - he wants you to think that he’s the only one that can... ‘save’ you.”

“from what?” jimin asks, innocent round eyes looking around until jisoo sighs.

“god, jimin, it’s obvious,” she fixes him a pointed look, “___’s being labelled a manipulating bitch,” she turns to you and winks, “which you aren’t, manipulating - mean but a bitch? yes, and the baddest,” and then she shifts her attention to jimin, “and he’s saying if she gets back with him, he’ll ‘clear things up’ because apparently people tend to take men’s words more seriously than women and he knows that.”

“word,” lisa shakes her head.

“but ___’s not gonna get with namjoon because she has a jungkook,” jeongyeon’s proclamation isn’t entirely baseless yet the way all eyes turns to you tells you that it’s not exactly an established fact - especially when everyone at the table knows that you were ghosting jungkook just yesterday.

“i mean,” jungkook begins from next to you, fidgeting in his seat but avoiding your gaze when you turn to him, “___ can do whatever she wants.”

a pregnant silence lapses between you as you feel your friends exchanging dubious looks with each other. taehyung’s disapproving frown is the hardest to miss because it must have come across as jungkook not being serious enough with you.

but knowing the aforementioned man and how he never assumes your needs and wants - unless you’re having sex because he knows exactly how you like it - you know he doesn’t want to pressure you to be with him.

“i’m not getting with namjoon,” you announce for yourself, shooting the him a smile just before taehyung leaves to get your food.

“i’ll go help tae,” and with that, you skip over to the taller man, catching onto jisoo’s interrogative “so, are you guys like, exclusive now?”

“hey,” you greet the man that’s about to lift the tray of cheeseburgers, drinks, apple pies and mcflurries.

he echoes your greeting with a passive one and you both walk to the chili counter in silence. when he sets the tray down, you’re already picking up one of the tiny paper cups, “so, jungkook came and check up on me yesterday and stayed over to make sure i’m okay.”

he doesn’t need to know you had sex in between.

“he’s a really good guy - and he only said what he said just now cause he doesn’t want me to feel pressured to choose between being with him, or with namjoon or just being single,” you add when it doesn’t seem like he doesn’t have anything to say.

“i’m sorry for acting like a dick yesterday,” he finally breaks his silence with a one breathed sentence, his hand picking up the chili sauce filled cup off your hands.

and that’s when you see your opening, “it’s fine,” you quickly accept but stand your ground, “but jeongyeon also said something about a bet but you didn’t criticize her- i’m not trying to point out who did what worse but it looks like you’re more critical of jungkook because you don’t personally know him.”

“i thought i know a fuck boy when i see one,” he grunts like a sulking child.

“honestly, what does fuck boy even mean?” shrugging, you raised your brows at his okay-get-to-the-point look, “jimin’s kind of a fuck boy if you think about it but we love anyway.”

when he doesn’t seem to deny your allegations, you continue, “and if jungkook’s a fuck boy, then i’m a fuck girl because i-“

“uh,” he recoils like a teen getting sat down for the birds and bees talk,“okay, okay. i get it - spare me the details.”

rolling your eyes at his dramatic reaction, you end with a “see, name calling doesn’t make sense, not to mention hurtful to the person being called that name. they’re a a human being with feelings.”

it’s the ‘i know’ at the end that got him. even though he hadn’t seen you being taunted and ridiculed that day, didn’t mean it stopped. you were just good at masking it because you knew better. knew that you had friends that would stand by you all the way - heck, jisoo even made a scene out of people looking at you the day before.

“i’ll try to not be so judgy,” taehyung announces before scrunching up his face, “but is him hanging out with us gonna be a permanent thing?”

“thank you for trying,” you fix him a proud smile as he picks up the tray to head to where the others are, “and he’s my friend too so yes, it’s going to be a permanent thing.”

“... say ‘cactus jack sent me’?” jeongyeon is in the middle of putting jimin up to walking over to the counter and saying the infamous line to the worker when you slip back into your seat.

“and travis scott’s burger,” and apparently lisa too.

jimin’s eyes disappear behind his lids as he chuckles at their attempts but he doesn’t exactly oppose the idea.

“hey,” jungkook’s eyes lights up when he sees you.

“so how was the interrogation session my girl friends?” you can’t help the devious grin that slips onto your face at the admittance that you may or may have not purposely left jungkook with your friends for the ice breaking slash interrogating session whilst you patch up your own friendship with your other friend.

“not bad,” he shrugs, “they even showed me your sleeping pics to scare me off but they forgot i wake up to that face almost every few days a week.”

at that revelation, your jaw drops to the ground, mind recalling the many times your open-mouth sleeping pictures have been sent into the group chat as a meme and it was not pretty.

“they did not,” your cheeks heat up as you make a mental note to gather everyone up and force them to finally delete that picture.

“don’t worry you’re not getting rid of me that easily babe,” unaware of the extent of the war raging inside you, he pecks your forehead and continues eating his fries.

“do i really look like that when i sleep?” you finally ask after clicking on the safety belt.

even though you could have rode with your friend in jimin’s car, jungkook insists to send you to class as a proper mark for the end of your first date.

“mhm,” jungkook hums casually as he turns on the car.

“and you still like me?” you’re not sure what kind of face you’re making but it has to be something between disgust and bewilderment because damn, he’s a real one.

“what?” he says between chuckles - as if he doesn’t see anything wrong with the picture and it makes your heart bloom with a sort of endearment while your core heats up with a sort of want.

throwing him a sly smile, you cock your head to the side, “get in the back.”

with a mixture of surprised and impressed blink, he doesn’t need to be told twice to unbuckle his seat and climb over to the back seat. long legs spread out to welcome you into his lap.

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note. the first part (friend in me) wasn’t showing up on searches no matter how many times i posted it and my earliest readers would remember it being called ‘to my dear friend’ before i changed it to fim bc i wanted to see if it’ll show up on searches but it didn’t. idk if this one will but i dont have much hope bc the preview also didn’t show up on searches (weird) but i have lost the rest of the f’s i have and decided to post this with a mindset that it’ll reach the right people though probably be less than 50 ppl. but i hope those who came this far enjoyed the fic!

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flamingfalcon3 · 3 years

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Hello! I have finally finished the first chapter of my first Jori fanfic. I’m still trying to get a feel for the character interactions but I think I’m starting to get the hang of it! I’m gonna start posting to ao3 once i get that account set up (and figure out a title lol) but I might as well post the first chapter here! Any and all feedback would be greatly appreciated. Enjoy!

Jade knew her girlfriend was hiding something.

Tori was not a hard person to read. Hell, the girl practically wore her heart on her sleeve. It was so easy to guess what she was feeling at all times that Tori had all but given up trying to conceal her emotions.

So, when Jade noticed that Tori was a bit more high-strung and stressed than usual, it wasn’t hard for her to conclude that there was something on her mind.

It also helped that Tori was an awful liar.

“What’s up with you?” Jade asked casually during lunch one afternoon.

“Nothing!” the singer squeaked suspiciously. She cleared her throat and attempted to regain composure. “Nothing is up. Everything is great!”

Jade frowned slightly, not at all convinced, but decided just to drop it for the time being as the rest of their friend group arrived at the table.

The rest of the day was uneventful. Sikowitz made them all tapdance while performing a scene to “demonstrate how important it is to stay in character no matter what the character may be doing” or whatever and then spent the rest of the class monologuing about how a squirrel got trapped in his bathroom.

Jade sighed a breath of relief as the final bell rang and cut Sikowitz off just as he was about to go into detail about the standoff he had with the rodent. The only one seemingly more anxious to get out of the classroom than Jade was her girlfriend, who was out the door before the bell even finished ringing. Their friends glanced at each other in confusion.

“Maybe she really hates squirrels?” Robbie suggested. The others considered it for a moment before shrugging and forgetting about it a second later, exiting the classroom.

Jade strode over to Tori, who was frantically throwing books into her backpack from her locker. Jade leaned back against the locker next to Tori’s while folding her arms across her chest.

“You’re in a hurry,” the goth commented while watching the girl struggle to cram a science textbook into her bag.

“Jade!” Tori jumped slightly, seemingly startled by Jade’s presence.

“That’s me,” she responded dryly. “Did you forget about our date after school today?”

The singer’s eyes widened in realization and her hand flew to her forehead as she let out a groan

“Jade, oh my god, I am so sorry! I completely forgot!” she confessed, clearly feeling guilty she had forgotten they’d planned to have sushi after school ended.

“It’s alright,” Jade replied coolly, quirking the corner of her mouth up slightly to convey to Tori she wasn’t upset with her. “What’s got you in such a rush anyway?”

Tori paused for a moment, staring down at her converse.

“Oh, umm… I promised my mom I would help her with… something,” she mumbled.

“Something…?” Jade probed, hoping to get a little more context on what had her girlfriend so worked up. Tori, however, would not offer her any.

“It’s not important. I swear I’ll make it up to you,” Tori slung her bag over her shoulder before stepping towards Jade and planting a short but sweet kiss to her lips. She then turned and began walking towards the exit.

“You better! I can’t have people think I got stood up!” Jade called out after her, earning a hearty laugh from her girlfriend as she left the building.

The goth rolled her eyes, amused by Tori’s refusal to admit what it was she was helping her mother with. It must be super embarrassing or something.

Jade was halfway through entering her locker combination when she remembered something that gave her pause.

Tori’s parents were out of town for the week. Trina had a showcase and they needed an excuse not to show up. Why would she need to help her mom with something if-?

Jade’s phone lit up with a message from Tori directed towards the group chat, asking if anyone could lend her $100 bucks. The goth furrowed her brows. Tori rarely asked for money, and never more than $10 dollars at a time.

Tori Vega, what the hell are you up to?

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All Jade could think about for the rest of the day was how strange her girlfriend was acting. She wasn’t responding to her text messages and apparently none of their friends had heard from her either. It wasn’t like Tori at all, and Jade’s curiosity was slowly turning into concern.

She knew it was silly to be worried. Tori was a big girl, after all. Still, why would she need $100 bucks on such short notice? And what was with her skittish and secretive attitude?

Maybe she was in trouble with someone. Maybe she needed to pay them money in order to keep them at bay.

The thought was so absurd that Jade almost burst out laughing as soon as it entered her mind. This is Tori she was talking about. Miss “I have never stayed out past curfew” Vega. Not exactly the type to get tangled up in criminal activity.

Still, Jade couldn’t help but feel uneasy about Tori’s radio silence. It wouldn’t hurt to pay her a visit, right?

15 minutes later she was climbing through her girlfriend’s bedroom window, which Tori for some reason always kept unlocked. Tori wasn’t there, but her backpack was on her bed and her phone was on her desk. Jade let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding as she sank down onto the bed. Not 10 seconds later she heard the sound of footsteps and the bedroom door creaked open. In walked Tori who jumped five feet in the air and shrieked upon seeing someone in her room.

“Jade?” Tori yelped. “What are you doing here?”

“You weren’t answering my texts,” the goth deadpanned.

“So you broke into my house?”

“I didn’t break in. Your window was unlocked,”

“That’s still breaking in!”

“Is it really, though?”

“Yes!”

Jade was about to argue further when she noticed Tori was holding a grocery bag, and its contents looked quite heavy based on how far the bottom was sagging.

“Whatcha got there?” She asked, gesturing towards the bag. Tori glanced at it quickly before fixing her gaze back on Jade.

“Just some stuff for a science project,” she stated, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Tori,” Jade huffed. “We are in the same science class. We’re lab partners. We don’t have a science project.”

Tori stammered helplessly, trying and failing to come up with some explanation for what was in the bag. Jade groaned in annoyance, fed up with whatever game her girlfriend was playing.

“I don’t understand why you won’t just tell me what’s going on! You know it doesn’t matter what it is since my opinion of you can’t get any low-” Jade was interrupted by a strange noise coming from somewhere in the room. She immediately turned to locate the source of the sound.

Tori could only watch helplessly as the goth scoured every inch of her room before finally tearing open the doors to her closet. A tiny fuzzy creature emerged from the darkness. And then another. And then another. They kept emerging from the closet until there were seven tiny kittens of various colors and patterns wandering around the room.

Jade slowly looked back up at her girlfriend, confusion written all over her face.

“How-how did those get in there?” Tori stammered, trying her very best to feign ignorance as all the kittens ran towards her meowing hungrily.

Unfortunately her “very best” still wasn’t very good.

“Tori, why were there cats in your closet?” Jade asked, still absolutely bewildered by the scene that was unfolding.

The singer realized there was no way she could talk her way out of this one, and just gave her girlfriend a guilty look before opening her mouth.

“Remember last week when there was that sudden downpour in downtown Los Angeles?” Jade nodded. “Well, I was walking home from Nozu’s when I heard strange noises coming from an alleyway. I went to check to see what it was and-”

“Wait, you heard strange noises coming from an alleyway in downtown Los Angeles at night and you went to go check it out?” Jade asked incredulously. Jesus, Jade doesn’t know how her girlfriend has managed to survive for this long considering her self-preservation instincts were non-existent. Tori just rolled her eyes in response.”

“As I was saying, I went to go check out what the strange noises were and… well,” she turned to look at the kittens scampering around her bedroom.

Jade brought her hand up to her face to pinch the bridge of her nose.

“So let me get this straight, you wandered into a back alley while it was raining and found kittens and decided the best thing to do would be to take them home?” Jade was still bewildered by her girlfriend.

“Well when you put it that way it sounds like a stupid idea,” Tori blushed while avoiding eye contact. Jade sighed but took a step closer to her.

“I mean, I always assumed you would be one of those lesbians who would have like ten cats but I thought that would start after you moved out of your parents’ house,” she smirked.

“Hey!” Tori let out a mock-offended gasp while swatting Jade’s arm playfully. “I mean, I probably will have to move out once they come home and discover I’ve been hiding kittens in my room despite my father being deathly allergic to them.”

Why was Jade attracted to such a moron?

“Can’t you just give them to a shelter or something?” she asked gently. Tori shook her head softly.

“I thought about it but the pounds are apparently really full this time of year so there’s a significant possibility that they'll get…” Tori paused, unable to even finish the thought. “It’s just… they’ve been through so much in the short few weeks they’ve been alive and I can’t just abandon them now!”

Stupid Tori and her stupid heart of gold. The goth groaned and tilted her head back.

“Ugh, fine. I’ll help you with you’re dumb kitten problem,” Jade’s heart fluttered a little as she watched Tori’s face lit up like a christmas tree.

“Really?” She gleamed. “How?”

“Well, I’m sure there are plenty of people out there who would be interested in adopting tiny kittens. Especially if you go into detail about their tragic backstory and stuff. People are suckers for that kind of stuff,” Jade stated. “You could like, advertise them on The Slap and try to get them adopted before your parents come back.”

Tori chewed at her bottom lip, contemplating Jade’s suggestion.

“That’s… not a bad idea. People advertise things on The Slap all the time,” she hesitated for a moment and her face fell. “Ugh, wait. Trina follows me. If she finds out I’m hiding kittens in my closet she’ll rat me out for sure.”

Jade closed her eyes and sighed deeply. God, she can’t believe she was about to say this.

“I guess… I could… post about the kittens on my page, or whatever,” she grimaced. Tori’s grin got so wide Jade was concerned her face was about to split in half.

“You would do that for me?” she exclaimed. “But, your reputatio-”

“My reputation died as soon as I changed my status to ‘in a relationship with Tori Vega’,” Jade snorted. “Kittens would be nowhere near as embarrassing as you.”

Tori was beaming at her girlfriend despite the insult, chuckling lightly as she wrapped her arms around Jade’s neck and peppering her face with soft kisses before finally connecting their lips. The goth let out a content sigh in the back of her throat and attempted to deepen the kiss while pushing Tori backwards to the bed. However, Tori hummed and broke the kiss leaving Jade more than a little confused.

“Sorry, I-” the singer stammered. “I would feel weird making out in front of…”

Jade quirked her eyebrows up in amusement.

“In front of… the cats?” she asked, barely suppressing a laugh. Tori nodded, cheeks red with embarrassment. Jade just chuckled and rested her forehead against her girlfriend’s.

“Jesus Christ, Tori.”

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perpetuelledaydreaming · 3 years

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Illicit affairs - Chapter 4

summary: tony can’t catch a break with his daughter, y/n receives an unexpected call and then goes for a little day trip to coney island and for peter somethings sus.

Listen to: Girls like Girls - Hayley Kiyoko & Ta reine - Angèle

word count: 13.9k (longest chapter yet)

(author’s note at the end now)

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If you were honest with yourself, you knew that what you had done at the club days prior wasn’t exactly the kind of behavior that Tony or Steve approved of; honestly none of the Avengers. So, the next day when you woke-up to your dad incessantly knocking on your door, you were aware it wasn’t a good thing. Tony’s face twisted as he watched your body covered in bruises and your tired eyes when you opened the door, with the complete knowledge that he had seen the news and that the news had not been so good with you.

You hadn’t obviously catch anyone, so that presented a problem from a PR point of view because at least that way you could twist the news and tell them that barely destroying an entire building had a good reason. But since it was supposed to be a secret mission it was so much harder to justify to the public. Moreover, some of the news outlets linked the fact that there was a possible connection to the Maggia family, which completely blew out the cover you had and the element of surprise. The Avengers had to release a statement explaining it had been part of aid to the NYPD on a drug raid, which still affected the Maggia family but not that much. Nonetheless, The Daily Bugle had been implacable with you, you had even had to send a cease-and-desist to make J. Jonah Jameson stop the defamation against you since he had published that you were a threat to society.

You figured you had a good rant coming your way, you were aware that you deserved it but you also knew you didn’t have many other choices to get the information you had now gotten or to escape after getting the information. It seemed only logical considering that you had been caught by one of the most dangerous men in the Maggia family / Kingpin circle but none of the Avengers saw it the same way. Harley and Wanda were the only ones that hadn’t been scolding you or giving you the disappointing looks that you received from the older Avengers, and you appreciated that from them immensely. Peter had also tried to be by your side as much as he could, every day since the undercover mission disaster after he got out of class, he would head to Stark Industries and share a chat and coffee before you both got to work or before he had to leave for studying or to see Gwen.

You were always beyond thankful for it, they were the only ones (with Pepper) who managed to make you forget that Tony hadn’t addressed the whole thing since you had opened that door the day after, which upset you even more that he wasn’t even trying to make the effort of listening to you. You preferred Pepper’s approach to the whole thing, considering she was basically your mother: Pepper said what she thought and she wasn’t afraid, she was direct and after telling you what was on her mind, she would still listen. She had told you off and you knew that every piece of a word that came out of her mouth was the truth: “You could’ve killed more people” “You could’ve gotten Peter’s identity revealed” “You could’ve been kidnapped” “You could’ve died” “Can you imagine if Kingpin was there?” “Is this really how we raised you?” “I know Morgan’s only one and a half but can you think of the example you are giving to your little sister?” But after it, she had taken the time on hearing your reasons and what you had discovered. She knew how serious it was and how upset you were, so she ended up telling her assistant to cancel all the dates and decided to spend the rest of the day with you and Morgan watching old Disney movies to make you feel better as you ate popcorn and laughed when Morgan bopped her head to the music.

Nonetheless, the only thing Peter and you had left out of the whole thing was that Black Cat had been somehow involved in it. Instead, you had decided to fabricate a story that you got a lead from your deep research and was simply trying to know more information, finally intimidating one of The Architects minions into telling you everything. Peter hadn’t been so sure about why you wanted to keep Felicia a secret since she had agreed to help you but you had begged him to stay silent, telling him that they wouldn’t trust the information given at first. You had to be sure that they would be ready to fight Kingpin before revealing Felicia’s secret and that she was counting on you.

Peter still was apprehensive about the whole thing, but the way your eyes had turned into puppy eyes when you pleaded him not to tell anything, he was bought. You were thankful that he was sticking with you and especially in the meeting that The Avengers had decided to do a few days after the whole thing, on the early morning in Stark Tower.

“He’s coming for us and he’s not going to stop!” you stated again, glaring at Nick Fury who had been insensately criticizing your behavior.

“Oh, and did you get all this information in that little unauthorized raid you did?” Tony asked curiously as he placed his hand on his clenched jaw. It wasn’t as if he was completely upset, he seemed emotionally exhausted to you with the pinch of annoyance in his voice.

“We were following a lead”, Peter stated as he intervened for you, which you felt extremely grateful for.

“And if it’s serious then we can all be in danger,” you continued as you gave him a thankful gaze. “He’s messing with alien tech and we all know how dangerous that can be”

Steve and Nat gazed at each other while Bruce shuddered at the memories of the Battle of New York, knowing it wasn’t one of his best memories. Tony looked down as if he was trying to avoid the fact that you were right along with the other’s present who’s silence meant, at least for you, that they knew what you were talking about and how serious this could become. But Fury didn’t back down as he glared at you with his only eye.

“Kingpin is not going to do anything unless we keep bothering him”, Fury stated, as he quickly removed the photos projected on the screen of the attack and Kingpin.

It was done for him, he had simply removed the photos and files from the screen, he had stated that the deal was done and it seemed like he would completely ignore your pleas. You turn to Peter, who was giving you the exact despondent expression that was drawn on your face, disbelief was dripping from your eyes as you realized the fact that no matter what you said, there was nothing you could do.

The pangs of annoyance began to grow on your body as you frown while watching Fury play with the screen and get out the other files that needed to be discussed, completely turning the page.

“But Dad-” you started but soon Steve cut you off.

“Look, y/n we are going today to Europe and although this mission doesn’t last a long time, we have to focus on it,” Steve said sternly as he gazed back at you. “More people need us there”

“Hammer’s protected and so is Oscorp, Black Cat hasn’t shown up anymore,” Nat said as if to calm you down, not knowing that Felicia’s safety now laid on your hands.

“Because they are going to be manipulated by Frisk!”, you replied urgently, it almost sounded like a cry.

But Fury cut you off before you could get a word out, which only made your annoyance grow as you glowered at them.

“No more Kingpin Drama, Stark”, Fury intervened for one last time.

“It’s an order soldier”, Steve spoke as he crossed his arms across his chest.

But you weren’t done, if the people who were in charge and had become your family wouldn’t listen to you, you would use your dad. You knew how touched Tony felt about weapons being traded, you knew that he understood the importance of stopping Kingpin because these guns and drugs could affect everyone in the world, not just New York. Although Tony had decided to avoid the topic completely, you knew that if you could at least touch a string on Tony’s conscience you could at least change a bit the outcome of this.

“Dad, please” you pleaded as you watched Tony intently. “You know that we have to stop Kingpin”

Tony sighed, folding his arms as he stood up from his seat. “Darling, we can’t right now”

“But Dad, he’s a threat-”

“I know,” Tony tried to assure you while he placed his arms on your shoulders and stroked your arms as if to comfort you. “But not right now”

You were sure that if you had felt stronger that day if you hadn’t been so mentally exhausted regarding what had happened and how it had been portrayed to the world if you had felt a little bit more support or understanding on why you went to the club that night; then you were sure that the disappointment trickling onto your already anxious mind, wouldn’t have been so obvious.

“I can’t believe you just put me in this position and hope for me to do nothing” you snapped at your father while you glared at Steve and Fury, quickly shaking off Tony’s arms and storming out of the conference room.

In the room, everyone remained silent, even Fury who had been a little bit stunned by the anger that had been dripping from your eyes before you left. Tony gave a loud sigh as he slumped back into his seat while rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hand, while Nat patted him on the shoulder slightly as if trying to calm him down about the whole thing. Every one of the Avengers seated around the table seemed a little bit surprised by the whole deal staring at each other but quickly paying attention as Fury started to discuss the mission that the majority of them were going to and how the others would help from here.

Except for Peter.

Peter was livid because he knew that you were right and the threat that Kingpin posed to you, to all of you and the people that they had sworn to protect. You hadn’t noticed it at the club that day but before you had flown out of the club, Peter had his spidey senses going off, already warning him that Kingpin had arrived. He wasn’t sure how to describe it, except a feeling of dread on his whole body. He hadn’t been scared of many things but the danger that Kingpin posed just by being near, was enough for sending shivers down Peter’s spine, causing Peter’s whole body to ache.

And now, for them (especially Fury) to simply dismiss both of you like that? Especially you who had been pouring all your time and energy into making this mission work, even overcoming your feelings towards Peter on this. If this had been before, Peter might have thought that you would leave it like that, that you wouldn’t do anything to go against what your commander had said. But as he glared at everyone intently, he knew you were probably already thinking in a way you could work this out and he knew that at the moment, he only wanted to be with you.

Peter gazed at your dad quickly, Tony looking back at him with an already knowing look.

“Go” Tony muttered as he slumped more on his chair.

Peter nodded as he went after you but before he could exit the conference room, he heard Fury clearing his throat. Peter rolled his eyes before he turned to see what else did he had to say.

“Parker, nothing more about this, clear?”

Peter remained silent, for a second, knowing that there was no way you or he would back out of this.

“Yes, sir” Peter lied with a nod as he turned around and chased after you.

Peter ran through the floor, passing employees quickly already knowing where to go to find you. Most of the people would think that after a bad discussion or a hard day, they would go to their room and lay in their beds or watch Netflix in the meanwhile. But when you were upset, you would stress invent. Usually diving even more into the work that you already had, trying to improve your suit or even Peter’s or your dad’s, anything could work to keep your mind off what was bothering you. It wasn’t a good coping mechanism, sometimes it would include nights without sleep, messing up your schedule and making you sleep all through the day, barely consuming any food, or interacting with more people. Therefore, Peter had developed his mechanism for when you were upset: hold you. He would usually look down when he got closer to you, his hand would slither behind your back or on your thigh, holding it tightly as you gazed back at him with a thankful look on your eyes.

Peter heard you immediately as the doors of the elevator opened into the lab floor, he passed his lab and walked to yours in a hurry. The glass around your lab had been misted over, so no one could see you there which was usual for you but he knew that it was darker than usual. The panel near the door beeped red but Peter didn’t care as he heard HAPPY telling him that you had asked him to deny guests into your lab at the time; instead, Peter simply quickly tapped the password that he knew by heart as the doors unlatched.

“Hey”

You absent-mindedly raised your head from your suit, quickly taking off the goggles that you were wearing and placing down the small tool you had in your hand. Peter couldn’t help to shudder at the memories that came flashing before him as he watched you tinkering away with a piece of a toolkit that was thrown open on the floor as different holograms surrounded you.

You had been tinkering on your suit and bopping your head to the music whilst Peter had placed soft kisses on your cheek as he served you more wine that you had stole earlier that night. You had giggled and stopped working for a second as you felt tingles from Peter’s butterfly kisses, Peter knew he had drunk a bit more than what he usually did and that was why he was being so forward. Then the clinking sounds of metal tools falling into the floor along with breathy moans were the only thing being heard.

“Hey”, you responded quietly as you watched Peter slowly.

Peter gave an apprehensive step but as he noticed your tired eyes, he knew that you weren’t even thinking that he had dismissed the order you had gave to HAPPY about letting people inside of your lab. So, he quickly walked towards you as your eyes were still glued to him, Peter shot a web towards a chair close by and he brought it towards himself, he sat down next to you as his eyes linked with yours slowly.

“Did I fuck this up?”

Your voice seemed so small that Peter almost felt like crying, your eyes seemed a bit tired and he could tell that you had spilled some tears before he arrived. This was completely true, you had tried your best to keep it together as you exited the conference room and walked through the hallways full of employees but you had broken down as soon as you reached the floor.

It wasn’t so much that you felt hurt about the whole deal and Fury, but it was more the frustration that you felt.

“You didn’t” Peter stated angrily, as he placed a hand over yours. “Fury never saw this coming and he’s not prepared to handle this, they are too busy with the Hydra nests and they can’t spare more avengers”

You sighed tiredly. “He is so stupid; he doesn’t see that Kingpin is probably the one giving these people their guns”

“I know” Peter stated as he listened to you quietly.

“And he’s just letting him get away!” you declared angrily, without noticing how you were starting to interlace your hand with Peter’s.

“I know” Peter stated once more as he watched how tightly you were holding him now.

“And so is my dad!” you snapped, letting some tools fall from the desk as you shook your head. “He stopped building arms for a reason and he’s now just letting Kingpin trade them as if it’s nothing?” you asked frustrated although Peter knew you didn’t want an answer. “We should’ve gone after him from day one and not Felicia, we could’ve-”

“y/n, we couldn’t have done much” Peter interrupted you as he gazed at you, somehow coyly as he admired you and listened to you carefully but you didn’t notice since you were still going off.

“Now, Felicia’s at risk and I said to her that we could help her” you sighed frustratedly, and before Peter could protest you cut him off. “I know she’s the one that said she could help us but she needs us to stop Kingpin or she might get killed. I feel like we are just leaving her behind”

You weren’t really sure why the guilt, of what seemed to be (at least from an outer point of view learned by the spying techniques that Natasha had taught you) collateral damaged from the mission, eat you up so badly. Felicia had left you at the club with nothing more but a “be careful”, but you still felt deeply sorry that you wouldn’t keep up your promise. You thought that it was simply basic human decency what you were experiencing, but in the back of your mind, you were aware that it went so much deeper than that. Felicia had triggered something inside of you and you didn’t know how to make it stop.

“I know, I feel bad for her too” Peter whispered as he stared back at you while you looked away for a second, your mind going miles per hour as thought about your next step: would you leave it like that? No, you knew that you couldn’t.

“You know I can’t leave it like this, right?” you asked Peter silently, staring back at his chocolate eyes with golden specks.

If this had been before you had left, you would’ve probably stood down and simply do as it was told. But you had seen so much destruction thanks to these weapons in Europe, you had seen first-hand what this could do to people and you realized who you were and this version of you knew that you wouldn’t leave it at that. You knew you were asking for too much at the moment, you knew that what would come next would be dangerous for both of you but you also knew that there wasn’t any other way for you.

Peter nodded but he decided to still warn you. “Fury’s not going to like it”

“I know what Fury said Peter, but you as well as I know that Kingpin isn’t going to stop” you explained quickly as your gaze burned him. “If he keeps selling these weapons and we are not there to protect the people, then what the hell are we doing here?”

Peter remained silent, knowing that you were right. It was a big thing, going against what was seemingly the right thing to do. You both knew it was going to be a bold move, you both knew the risks that it entailed and you knew that if you weren’t going to be more careful about everything then it could end badly, not just for you but for everyone. But Peter knew you weren’t backing out of this and there was no way in his mind that he would leave you alone in this, without protection.

“He’s trying to kill us so he can grow his empire, even more, you are aware of that?” Peter reason, still trying to give you all the points that he believed were important to discuss.

You nodded. “Peter he is not afraid, which makes it a bigger threat, I have to stop him” you replied as you watched Peter’s lowered eyebrows as he frowned, you knew he was thinking all the scenarios on his head before he finally agreed to anything.

“I hate going behind your father’s back” Peter finally said with a sigh as he leaned a bit back in his chair.

You felt like you could breathe now that he had agreed with you, you weren’t alone anymore.

“I know you do” you cooed as you leaned into him with a smirk.

Peter groaned as he simply gazed at you with his lips tugging into a smile as he watched watching him coyly, he could see it on your y/e/c eyes, that spark that he hadn’t seen in a long time: bliss happiness that Peter was with you on this.

“You know you want to do this with me”, you said playfully as you nudge him on the shoulder, getting closer.

“I wouldn’t do it for anyone else” he answered honestly with a genuine smile as he pulled your hand, which you were still holding tightly, and placed a light kiss on it.

You felt the slight warmth on your cheeks as you noticed how tight was your hold on him, not that it bothered either one of you.

Peter got a bit closer to you, he felt his heart fluttering on his chest while he watched you intently. He took a strand of hair you had on your forehead and pulled it to the back of your ear, his hand still lingering on your cheek as he heard your heart thumping on your chest faster as each second passed but he tried to not look as if he heard it. Peter instead focused on your features, he didn’t know how you managed to do it, to shine so brightly for him without even making an effort, he could feel the warmth on your smile as your gaze followed his as he tried to scan your face.

He hadn’t managed to be so close to you since that last night before you left and he wanted to engrave your face in his memory again, he wanted to upgrade it. He noticed you had a new small scar from your time in Europe, just below your right eyebrow, he noticed how your cheekbones had become more prominent as he fought the urge to kiss your cheek again, he noticed how good you looked with the undertones of purple under your eyes, he was surprised because he hadn’t paid them much attention before but he realized how good they look on you.

Then his eyes fluttered to your lips for a second.

You felt like you had stopped breathing when Peter’s chocolate eyes traveled for a second to your lips, you felt so stupid when you had automatically leaned it a bit after his eyes had returned to yours, those goddamn chocolate eyes with golden specks that combined so well with the chocolate curls that fell on his forehead and the freckles sprawled on his face.

Peter was about to say something, his mouth opening slightly when you heard your door opening and the two of you whipped your head towards the door as you backed away from Peter almost instantly, causing Peter to tumble on his chair, barely falling from it as Harley sneak his head into your lab, noticing the two of you before smirking.

“Everything okay around here?” Harley said with a knowing grin as he looked at the two of you.

Peter rolled his eyes at Harley’s presence while you glared at him, he knew exactly what he was doing. But before Harley could say another word, Peter simply shot a web to the door a slammed it shot, barely closing it on Harley’s fingers who was snickering as he realized what Peter would do.

“Keep it close, HAPPY” you said to your AI as you turned around towards Peter again who was blushing as he cleared his throat while standing up from the chair.

“I need to go to class but I can come by tonight, oh n-” Peter stumbled through his words while you were still watching him carefully from your place.

“What?”

Peter groaned as he took out his phone. “Ned’s visiting”

“Really?” you gushed.

It had been a long time since you had seen any of Peter’s friends, no one since that night at Flash’s parties and you would be lying if you said that you didn’t miss them. Of course, that you were extremely close, you had tried to catch up with them after you had left, random text messages each time you could send one but nothing more than that. So, when Peter mentioned the possibility of seeing them again, it caused you to instantly smile.

“Yeah, he’s here for the weekend so we were planning on doing something with MJ” Peter answered with a smile as he saw how you beamed.

“Well, why don’t you come here?” you suggested with a smile.

“Are you sure? I mean, we can reschedule or I could come later” Peter stuttered as he watched you nervously.

You didn’t have to be a genius to know it was because Peter was planning on spending that time with Gwen too. You felt a pang of jealousy growing on your chest but you quickly shook it off, reminding yourself that you had decided to be beyond that because of Peter’s apologies, that even if he had said it while you were on a rush, Peter had been truthful about everything and simply because you wouldn’t hate on a girl for being chosen over you.

“You know we left things as friends so I have no problem if Gwen comes” you finally muttered shyly as Peter’s eyes widened in surprise.

Peter swallowed hard, he was glad that you didn’t have a problem with Gwen and that you were being so mature as actually inviting her to your own home. But the thing was that Gwen would probably have a problem with him hanging out with you, again.

Especially since it wasn’t Spiderman related.

“Oh, okay…” was Peter’s only answer as you stood up from where your suit was towards your desk.

“Yeah, come and then we’ll stay up later researching more stuff” you suggested as Peter walked behind you completely stunned by your offer.

But he simply couldn’t and wouldn’t say no.

“Yeah, thank you” he stammered as he watched you while you sat on your desk, already typing furiously on it. Around eight?”

“Sounds right”

“I’ll text you” he replied before the doors of the lab opened.

“And I’ll answer!” you promised before you heard the doors closing and you smiled at the thought of what had happened.

As soon as Peter got out, you got to work. You decided to review the footage of what you had captured on the club, the only bad thing that you realized is that none of the guys at the club weren’t wearing alien technology. You hadn’t detected any actual surge of the energy type that these weapons would usually have, which was disappointing but you decided to analyze and go over the other pieces of information you had while periodically you started mending your suit.

You guessed since there wasn’t any solid plan to stop Frisk right now, you would start with the basics which some of them you already had. If you wanted to push the rest of the Avengers into this or even start any strong case against Kingpin, you had to collect all the information you possibly could need from the trading of the weapons he already had to the possible negotiations he was doing with Hammer or Oscorp. You spent hours hacking all the security systems of Frisk’s legitimate companies to check if they had any important transaction at the moment, after spending only minutes on Hammer’s information and noticing that a big payment had been made.

It was infuriating how stupid he had been, he didn’t even care to hide his trace.

Then, you decided to spend time working on the possible places where the alien technology, weapons, and drugs were being exchanged or store, knowing that New York was the center of operations, there had to be somewhere where they were hiding this. This type of thing had an incredible surge of energy and it was probably really kept-well-hidden for it not to explode or cause anything slightly suspicious. But there wasn’t more, there were a couple of warehouses that you had pinpoint and needed to take a look at but you were suddenly interrupted.

Your phone rang a couple of times, you didn’t think much about it as you turned it around.

It was a private number.

“Who’s this?”

“I’m so sad that you don’t remember me” Felicia’s silvery voice sent shivers down your spine.

Felicia had been MIA since the disaster at the club, her last words being “be careful” had indeed upset you seeing that she was the one that had brought you to the club. But as 24 hours had passed, you started to feel somehow concerned for her, you had even hacked the number and revealed the real one from where she had sent you the instructions, but you soon realized it must’ve been a burner phone since there wasn’t any real answer. After that, you tried to push it into the back of your mind, focusing on your father ignoring you and the Avengers scolding you but still, there was still lingering anxiety regarding Felicia’s state.

“Felicia?”

“Come hang out with me,” she cooed, you felt as if you could hear the coy smile that was so characteristic of her. “I know you aren’t going to college yet and it’s so boring to stay in that cold tower all day long”

You weren’t exactly sure when your mouth had decided to talk before your brain had even time to process the proposal that Felicia was suggesting, but you were already nodding.

“Where should we meet?” you asked, no hesitation in your voice.

“I’m down here at Stark Industries lobby”

You felt a shiver of panic running through your body, you weren’t sure why she had gotten so close to a place she could be recognized by someone, although her characteristic eyes were well hidden behind the mask and she was in no database, you still felt like her hair was really noticeable. You felt afraid that if she was capture by any security camera or eyed by a security guard (who had been on high alert thanks to Happy’s precautions), she might get in trouble.

But Felicia detected the panic in your silence right away and she had it covered.

“Don’t worry, I’m not dressed as Black Cat and I covered my hair” she stated with a smirk, you rolled your eyes at her comment with a smile plastered on your face. After a beat of silence, where you could only hear the people that were walking near her in the lobby and she could only listen to the French music that had been lowered down as you received the call, she spoke. “So, are you coming?”

You felt your heart thumping on your chest because you knew this was probably the last thing you should be doing at the moment, but you still felt compelled to tell Felicia that you would follow her and you didn’t care where. You just needed a good cover before you could leave.

“I’ll be right down, give me ten.” You stated before quickly hanging up.

You stood from your chair as you tried to look at yourself on the camera of your phone, checking if you were actually decent since you realized you had been hours on your lab without really fixing yourself after the meeting. You cursed realizing that you had to at least put on some mascara and blush before you went to meet with her but you cursed as you realized that you still had to sneak out.

“HAPPY” you stated as you began to create a code for a new folder with all the files regarding Kingpin. “Place all of the files on this folder, this is restricted information for anyone but Peter and me, got it?”

“Yes, Miss Stark” the AI answered as all of the holograms began to disappeared from the room.

You then ran towards your suit, which was still a bit damaged by the last encounter but would still work if needed. You placed a hand over it and then tapped the charm on your necklace, soon all the nanobots began to travel from your hand to your arm and towards your chest where they would be stored, the arc reactor shining for a second after it was done.

“HAPPY, where’s my dad?” you asked the AI as you grabbed your phone and began to open the door slightly.

“He’s on his lab Miss Stark, he is busy”

You nodded quietly as you turned your gaze to Tony’s lab, hearing Aerosmith blasting on the speakers as he seemed to be working freely on his suit, goggles on, and everything. Although your dad had taken a few years of rest, as he watched Morgan grow up and spent more time with her, he still couldn’t stop making suits or working on different things. Thankfully he seemed way too focus, on whatever he was doing to his suit at the moment that he didn’t see how you quietly ran to Harley’s lab, sneaking in before Tony finished with one piece of his suit, you rapidly close the doors as Harley, who seemed to be working on a repulsors device that Tony had been interesting on researching in depth because of its energy.

Harley quickly stopped as he realized that you were there, he turned around expectantly.

“Can you cover for me?” you quickly asked him as you leaned against the door, praying that Tony didn’t see you.

Harley smirked. “Who are you going to see? Spiderling already left and it’s studying”

You widened your eyes as you tried to brush off the question. “Oh, no one”

“You know you can tell me” Harley continued as he leaned more on his chair as he watched you fidgeting with your phone.

You knew that Harley knew something, that shit-eating grin that was drawn on his face wasn’t something out of the blue. Although you didn’t care to admit it, Harley also knew you very well after years of spending time together, he knew how to generally read someone extremely well and nothing that he did was a casualty, he was very calculating and he knew how people could react.

“I’m going out with a friend” you whispered, trying to sound as uninterested as you possibly could but you catch the mischievous gleam on Harley’s eyes.

“Friend as in girlfriend or boyfriend?” He asked as he wiggled his eyebrows coquettishly.

You shot him an annoyed look right away. “Does it matter to you?”

“No” he shrugged indifferently.

“Good” you stated as you cleared your throat, hoping that he wouldn’t notice how warm your cheeks had become or how you had been fidgeting a bit. “Thanks, asshole”

You quickly exited the lab floor; relief washed over you as you managed to sneak out without Tony noticing you and rushed to your room. You quickly picked up a bag and tried to put on a little bit of make-up, at least anything so you could look better than what you were looking for before. Thankfully, Pepper wasn’t at the apartment at the moment and Morgan was up in her room with a nanny. You didn’t run into anyone on your way down to the lobby, quickly running through it, your eyes scanning the crowded room of people (since Tony had decided it was a public space as well) to find Felicia.

It didn’t take long for you to spot her near one of the main entrances.

Her outfit was a far cry from the clothes that she had worn in your previous encounters. She was wearing an oversize high-waisted jean with chunky tennis, along with a nice black sports bra that fitted her nicely but was covered with an oversize black hoodie and a beanie, hiding the great majority of her silver hair except for a few strands that framed her face. Her greyish-purple eyes gleamed as she saw you walking towards her with a malicious smile.

“That was fast” she teased as her eyes seemed linked with yours, but you looked away nervously.

“Nice outfit” you blurted out, ashamed by the random comment.

Felicia gazed down at yours, scanning your body. You were wearing an oversize dark blue sweater over a white blouse, the collar popping out from the sweater, accompanied by a white short tennis skirt and some tennis that you had clean up recently. You knew you looked okay, it was a cute outfit but you felt like maybe it was too pristine for her taste.

“Yours too”, she said with a knowing smirk, although it was completely obvious that your outfits were completely different, then she saw you putting on a dark blue mask over your face. “What’s that for?”

You stopped as you look around, already noticing some people staring at you a little bit more than usual. It was a normal thing, for you to get attentive looks when you walked on the streets, therefore you had gotten used to hiding your face if you were going out. It was a common thing you did when you hanged out with Peter and his friends in public places if there were too many people close by, it had become even a normal habit when you were in your mission.

“You don’t want people recognizing us, right?” you asked before quickly placing the mask on your face and taking her hand to exit the lobby, to lose some of the people who had been staring at both of you before they got their phones out.

She smirked as she followed your path on the street. “You have it all figured out, don’t you?”

“Actually, I don’t because I have no idea why you called me” you turned on your heels watching her intently, you didn’t want her to notice that you felt a bit upset that she had left you behind the other night.

Felicia stayed silent for a few seconds; a bit stunned by how forward your comment was.

“Well,”, she cleared her throat. “Since we are going to be working together, I figured we could get to know each other, and… what better way than to hang out” she purred as a hand caressed your arm with twinkly eyes, without addressing what had happened days prior.

You felt goosebumps appearing on your skin, your breathing becoming not all together light as you watched her intently. You knew that probably if Tony or Peter or Steve or honestly, any of the other Avengers saw you doing what you were doing, talking with Black Cat -an enemy- in such a manner, you would’ve probably gotten your suit taken away.

But no one was watching you, no one was judging you and you felt like you could be you, this was your choice.

“Where are we going?”

Felicia didn’t answer right away, instead, she decided to grab your hand and make you run beside her to the nearest metro station, she paid for your ride and you got into the train that she had ordered you to get in, running before the doors close on you. She told you that it was going to be a surprise, you weren’t sure if your heart raced in excitement or suspicion, which even grew when you ended up taking more than one train.

But it was nothing that you expected it.

You had visited Coney Island a couple of times before, mainly with Tony and Pepper and another time with Peter and his friends. It was a place with fun memories but that seemed so far away that you hadn’t thought about it in a long time. The fast times, the bright lights, the arcade rings, the laughs; it seemed so distant as you walked through the place.

“You don’t seem like the kind of person who likes Coney Island” you commented as you glanced at Felicia who was walking next to you.

She shrugged. “I don’t like it in the summer, but in autumn there aren’t many people, which is the only way I can come”

“I get you” you nodded with a smile as you continue to see what games had been added or what you could do, not that you saw it but she smiled too.

Without any warning, Felicia took a hold of your hand and began to drag you through the whole place as the salty air hit your face, mixed with the giggles and laughs from both of you while you enjoyed the day.

If you could describe Felicia in one word, the only thing that came to mind was fearless. Felicia was herself and she wasn’t afraid to be herself, which was something that you wished to be for the longest time. During the day you observed her quietly, noticing little details about her and you felt somehow the similar warmth you had felt with Peter and them. You realized that Felicia laughed loudly, it wasn’t a common thing but when she laughed, she really laughed.

She was also very blunt, she said whatever was on her mind, and sometimes, she didn’t even have a filter; like when one guy had been trying to flirt repeatedly after she had already said she was not interested, as you both bought ice cream to eat in front of the beach. She had finally decided to sing along to the tune of “short dick man”, repeatedly, until the guy had gone away. You had laughed for about five minutes afterward. She had dark humor, which you enjoyed since when you usually made the type of jokes, Pepper or Tony got concerned -given that they were somehow still protective over you-. She was loud, she was angry, she wasn’t shy or embarrassed, she said what was on her mind, she was unapologetically herself and you loved every single moment.

She seemed to be the opposite of whatever you were supposed to be, how you had been raised. You were supposed to be quiet; you were supposed to follow the rules, you were supposed to do whatever people told you, you were supposed to help people and be a good hero, a good girl.

And Felicia wasn’t, but you loved it.

The afternoon continued perfectly, you walked through the boardwalk as you ate your ice cream while she told you stories, although you had to wait until you were far away enough from people to actually start eating your ice cream; you even share a bit with Felicia since she had already eaten hers. You had also managed to play in the different games of the arcade, both of you knowing you would ask for the biggest price as your aim was perfect, both winning the biggest and fluffiest toys that you had seen, but you quickly gave it to a few kids that were in awe as they saw you walking with them. You had managed to sneak into a circus sideshow which had a contortionist, a man who swallowed swords, and a fire eater, you had squirmed on your seat for the contortionist; even more when Felicia had whispered in your ear that she could probably do the same thing. Then, you spent some of the last hours of the afternoon watching carefully the collection of free-standing murals, even taking a few pictures in front of the graffiti of mermaids, amusement park rides, and more.

But although it all had been fun and laughs for a while, when the sun was setting down Felicia and you managed to seat in one of the benches farther away from the rest of the people. You weren’t really sure what compelled her to tell you everything that she had told you, or what had compelled you to ask if she had anyone else in her life, but you immediately felt your heart clenching on your chest as she told you really about her. Felicia’s mom was a no-show, she didn’t even remember her and had been raised only by her father who had died a couple of years ago of bad stomach cancer, which had been painful to watch. He had been the one who had taught her everything, he was the one that had encouraged her to never settle for second best and always succeed in whatever she wanted.

After her father’s death, she had enrolled in NYU which had ended up being one of the worst ideas of her life. She had been assaulted by someone that was supposed to be her friend, but she hated her idea of becoming a victim, something that she didn’t think of herself as, she never wanted to see herself like that; she had managed to get her revenge at the end but after that, she decided to drop out and continue on the path that she was now in. So, after that she hadn’t found anyone, she had acquaintances and she would go out from time to time with people from the different jobs she had, but no one really close. The only one who knew her secret identity had been the bartender that you had seen at the club, who had been a friend of her late father, who had promised her father that he would take care of her.

But regardless, it seemed like she was alone.

You knew that alone wasn’t the same as lonely, and although Felicia never said that she was, you couldn’t help to avoid that she was indeed feeling lonely. You knew being in the job, either as a hero or as a criminal was hard because not many people were in the same business. You had been lucky enough to grow in a family of superheroes and then you had been lucky enough to find Peter but Felicia, she didn’t have people. She liked that mostly she was known as Black Cat, you could tell by how her eyes glowed each time she told you about her times and adventures as this persona, but you weren’t sure why she didn’t feel the same as when she was just Felicia.

“I like that about you, Stark” she had finally sighed as she glanced at you slightly. “You are just you; you are y/n Stark. No secret identity, no hiding”

You shrugged. “Well, that’s not true,” you said pointing at the mask.

Felicia’s grin turned catlike. “Touché”

The air turned lighter than what it had been before as you heard the waves hitting the sand while the moon lightened up along with the bright lights of Coney Island. You glanced at Felicia and realized how the moon always seemed to fit perfectly with her, the way it brightened up her plump lips and for some reason, it made her eyes look more purple than before, while the silver hair combined perfectly with the light. It seemed as if she was transforming to Black Cat herself only with the light of it.

But you could still see some of the heaviness on her eyes, the conversation you had must’ve taken an emotional toll on her and you felt your stomach twisting as you thought about how she must’ve been thinking now about her father.

“Come,” you said standing up in the blink of an eye.

Felicia frowned with a smile. “What are you doing, Stark”

“Come Hardy” you repeated as you offered your hand.

You pulled her into the games once again, more people were arriving now with thicker sweaters and coats as the night turned a bit colder than before. You ran through the places and quickly stopped on the ice cream stand, now only taken one ice cream for Felicia, the one she had eaten with you, and immediately pulled her towards the bright Ferris Wheel. You quickly took your seat as you sat Felicia first and then place the ice cream on her hands and then you adjusted the seat for both of you.

As the wheel began to move, Felicia seemed a bit stunned by the whole ordeal but you could see a smile tugging on the corners of her lips.

“You look good when you smile,” you said quietly, your voice almost dropping down to a whisper as you reached the top of the Ferris Wheel and it stopped moving.

“Well, it was a good day”, she replied with a nudge to your shoulder, watching you playfully.

You glanced at her, her eyes beaming. “It was”

“And we haven’t even got to work”

You felt your shoulders tense up and you knew that your smile had vanished from your face as soon as Felicia had mentioned work. You had completely forgotten to tell her what had happened that very same day, you cursed yourself and how distracted you had been during the whole day. You stammered but Felicia had already caught up with how tense you were.

“What happened?” she asked seriously.

You took a sharp intake of breath, as your mind was grinding, thinking what was the best way to tell Felicia that there was no Avengers other than you and Peter coming to help you. That after telling you everything that she had told you that day, you would disappointment. You turned around quickly facing away as the urge to vomit grew in a second before you managed to calm down quickly.

“Look,” you said as you breathed heavily. “We were dismissed from the mission and now-”

“What? Why?” Felicia asked as she touched your shoulder hastily.

You could sense the urgency in her voice.

“Fury and the others don’t think that Kingpin is an immediate threat and they are going to a mission in Europe today. They don’t want to focus on this”

“He is! Did you tell him everything?” Felicia continued.

“I did!” you answered with the same urgency. “Fury doesn’t care, he doesn’t want to get involve and neither did my father. They don’t listen and I’m tired of it, I’m tired of being only good to follow orders and remain quiet. It’s like I have to prove myself all the time to them, especially dad” you sniffled and only then you realized you were on the verge of tears. “I’m so sorry, I know it’s not what I had in mind either but I can promise you that I will protect you, Peter and I will protect you from Kingpin”

Felicia stayed silent for a moment; you were sure that your eyes were burning holes on her face as you watched how her mind was working it out. You felt like you stop breathing as she figured out her next step, you knew that you would keep your promise but you were terrified it wouldn’t be good enough for Felicia to accept it and simply leave you. The thing was that you didn’t know why you were terrified, was it because she would keep working with Kingpin and the advantage you had for the mission would be gone? Or was it because you cared about the girl in front of you with greyish-purple eyes and silver hair who made your heart skip a beat when she gave you a cat-like smile that she had.

“I trust you,” was what she finally said as she gazed back at you with a slight frown. “If you tell me that you and Spidey can do this, then I’ll help you”

You took a deep breath of relief as you stared at her. “That means a lot”

She shrugged with a smile. “You are special, Stark”

You were a little taken aback by the words of Felicia. Through the dim lights at the top of the Ferris Wheel, you could see a bit of trepidation and heaviness in the forefront, but you also saw warmth in her gaze and something much more intense and much deeper. You would like to say that you recognized it, knowing that you were somehow reciprocating since you two had met. You felt your body burning in anticipation but before you could say anything, you felt your phone vibrating on your back.

You were taken aback by the name that lightened up the screen, along with a goofy photo of Peter from years ago.

“Hello?” you answered as Felicia looked away for a bit while you mouthed sorry.

“Hey, we just finished watching Star Wars and I think we are ready to go now, I’m sorry we are late. So, we are on our way, just giving you a heads up” Peter said contentedly as you heard MJ and Ned laughing in the back.

You involuntarily slap your face with your hand, groaning as Felicia jumped alarm by how hard you had slapped yourself. You had completely forgotten that Peter, MJ, Ned, and Gwen were coming to your home that night, you hadn’t even been checking the hour, completely silencing HAPPY for the day when you had arrived at Coney Island.

“Fuck, no” you groaned as you watched the time, it was over 8:00 pm and you knew you had messed up. Peter stayed silent at your comment for a second as if he was hoping that you had just said the wrong thing but you quickly continue. “Take all the time you need, I’ll be there in forty minutes, can you guys wait for me?”

“Oh, okay,” Peter said a little bit took aback but you didn’t give him time to say anything else as you hung up quickly.

“I have to go, I’m so sorry”, you muttered as you tried to signal the guy who was handling the Ferris Wheel to bring you down.

Felicia didn’t say anything but she just watched you quietly instead as you sighed relief once the Wheel began to go down again, you liked to imagine it was thanks to how you were screaming at the guy down there. You knew that if Peter arrived there before you did, that meant that he would probably simply take the elevator and run into your that, who knew you didn’t have many friends to hang out with and destroying the cover that you thought Harley would have for you.

Nonetheless, you also knew that wearing your suit to arrive early to the house could present a problem because if you were hanging out with someone you would probably bring them home as well and not simply be flying on your own. Plus, you didn’t want to give anything more to the media being that you weren’t their favorite person at the moment and that they could take even a small flight to criticize you.

It wasn’t until Felicia called your name that you snap out of your thoughts.

“Hey, Stark!” she called you and you spun so fast on your heels that you didn’t realize how close she was to you.

You froze as you felt her silky hands take off the mask that you had been wearing as she leaned in, you felt your breath caught when you felt the lightest touch of her hand on the back of your neck as she pulled you in. Your body was buzzing as her lips ghosted over yours, she pulled you in so close that you were now flush up against her, your eyes linked for a second and your eyes fluttered down to her lips, she decided to close the space.

Felicia’s lips tasted like cotton candy and ice cream.

You felt your whole body was crackling, sparkling with electricity and the burning need to feel closer to her. To have her touch. You weren’t going to lie that you were a bit stunned and it took you a minute to respond but her lips were plush and fervently pressing against yours causing you took a hold of her waist and pulled her even closer, another one of your hands traveling to cup her face while your lips continued to move at the same beat as hers.

You had been thinking about her lips long enough, how plump they were and how pretty they looked. But her lips against yours was a whole other thing. It was like you were breathing the other with the taste of the ice cream in both of your lips. Felicia hummed against your lips and you smiled into it, completely hypnotized by the movement of her soft lips and how you felt your skin burning where she was touching.

A whimper barely escaped your lips but Felicia had already pulled back, getting a good look at you. You opened your eyes and blinked in surprise as you watched Felicia’s plump lips form into a cat-like grin, but neither said anything as she watched you intently and quickly placed your mask on your face again.

“I’ll call you, Stark” she whispered before she let go of you and went her merry way.

You struggled to speak, to form any coherent word and so you let her go in silence. Somehow it felt overwhelming for you, every one of your senses had been locked into the moment and it felt as if everything around you had disappeared as you kissed her. You knew that you had been harboring some kind of feeling for Felicia and it seemed like you had lied yourself enough times to simply push that to the back of your head but as you had kissed her it felt like they had been poured out without any warning, and it seemed stronger than what you had anticipated.

You weren’t sure how you got home, all the way through you had only thought about Felicia’s lips over yours and what did it mean? She had been the one to initiate the kiss, was it a way to say thanks? Was it because she had the same feelings that you had? Was it because she just wanted to mess with you?

It was only when you reached Stark Tower that you snapped out of your thoughts thanks to Ned Leed’s voice.

“y/n!”, Ned gushed as he hugged you from behind without any warning.

Sometimes you weren’t really sure how Ned was always so full of happiness and energy all the time, you had guessed -as you had gotten to know him better- that he simply had a gift for it. He was the sweetest boy and the kindness that he had in his heart always set him apart from everyone else. There was a sparkle in him that resonated with you and you didn't find it weird, or awkward when you began to hang out with Ned without Peter or MJ when you first met. You could easily fall into a conversation with him and keep on going for hours, he had become a light in your life; Sometimes, when Peter had assured you that you were his sunlight, you weren’t really sure since you had guessed it was a term that fitted better with Ned.

“Oh!”, you said with a smile “Ned!”

Peter walked behind him as he talked with MJ, laughing at how Ned had raised you from the floor with his hug. Peter had been ecstatic about your invitation, Ned and MJ had been elated as well but Gwen hadn’t been that elated. Nonetheless, he knew how deeply you cared about his friends and how deeply they cared about you. You had easily become part of the group and Peter was more than happy about it.

“How are you!?” you replied as he let go of you and you placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“MIT is great!” Ned said with this big smile as you giggled a bit. “I was hoping we could see at least one class together next semester! Do you think you will be over there, next semester? Can you make it work?”

You stammered as Ned gazed excitedly at you, you almost felt coaxed to agree with him, by how wide his smile was, knowing that it was a real possibility that you wouldn’t go back to MIT and keep studying in New York, at least in the foreseeable future but before any word escaped your mouth, MJ intervened.

“Ned, let her breath” MJ stated as she walked over to you with a light smile.

“MJ!” you gushed as you gave her a small hug, knowing that she wasn’t into being too touchy.

She hugged you back which you appreciated. “We’ve missed you here in New York.” She stated as she backed out.

“I know, I’ve missed you guys too” you answered sweetly as your eyes fell on Peter.

Sometimes you forgot how your heart would skip a beat when Peter looked at you like that. Peter Parker had a thing and that was when he smiled truly and honestly, his eyes would just wrinkle a bit and his face would just brighten up, it would look as if his freckles were beaming and would combine perfectly with the caramel curls that would often fall on his forehead. You knew that look so well, because it was a recurrent expression he would have around you but you hadn’t been paying attention since you had arrived, you didn’t know if it was because you had been so absent from your thoughts but it was the first time you were seeing it since you had arrived.

“Hey!” Peter said with a smile and you fought the urge of playing with his curls as he placed a small kiss on your cheek.

“Hey!” you answered rapidly, fighting the urge to get flush but then you remembered. “Um- where’s Gwen?”

Peter's eyes widened for a moment as he cleared his throat. “Oh,” he stammered. “She’s coming”

Peter didn’t know if she was coming.

They had been having coffee close by during the afternoon and talking about a physics exam but midway through it, Peter had told her about your invitation. He knew you had done it honestly as a good gesture, an invitation in order to mend whatever was left of your past friendship and he knew that part of it was also hanging out with his current girlfriend. But Gwen disagreed, she had growled that you were trying to win him back and that he was falling right into it, she felt offended just by the fact that you -or well, Peter- had suggested that she should come, knowing that you were once in love with him.

Deeply, Peter understood what Gwen was saying but he also tried to explain to her what was really happening and how important it was for him given that this didn’t involve just him, but his whole life as Spiderman. Gwen told him that she would think about it but he hadn’t heard back from her.

“Good, I’m glad!” you answered while you swallowed hard, biting your lip for a second as you tried to get back on your train of thoughts. Peter noticed how distracted you look. “Please, come in!”

You were glad that the lobby had already closed down by the time you had arrived so you could quickly take off your mask and breathe freely. Knowing that you still needed, given that you were still thinking about Felicia’s lips and now you were thinking about Peter’s eyes.

You entered the apartment quickly, as you tried to lay all of your things down first so you could be more attentive with your guests, given that you had spent the day with Felicia and not preparing for the hangout.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t have anything ready. I was out”

Peter frowned. “With who?” he asked suspiciously but at the same moment, Harley entered the living room with Morgan in his arms.

Harley’s curly dirty blonde hair was being tugged by Morgan’s tiny hands as she giggled loudly. “I didn’t know we were having guests tonight, then I would have gotten Morgan ready”

You smiled at them as you quickly took Morgan from Harley’s arms and the baby gushed. “y/n!” she was already getting so big and was smarter than you had expected, already speaking correctly and forming full sentences.

“Hi baby!” you cooed as you nuzzle your nose against her.

“I almost forgot you had a sister!” Ned said as he started to play with Morgan, reaching out to her as the baby quickly latched onto his fingers while he cooed at her.

“Who could forget someone so pretty?” Harley asked as he gazed directly at MJ, walking away from Morgan, Ned, and you, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

“Hey H,” MJ said with the same confidence that Harley had, as she beamed at him.

MJ and Harley had known each other since you had introduced them one night a couple of years prior at the compound when MJ was having a sleepover with you. Harley had been instantly enamored by the cool aura that MJ dripped and how little did she care for everything that a normal teenager was supposed to care. MJ, on the other hand, loved how smart Harley was, how he always seemed to say the right thing, and obviously, how interesting he was.

Nonetheless, neither had made a move.

“Harley, don’t flirt with my friends” you commented as you held Morgan tightly and shot Harley an annoyed glare.

Harley flushed a bit, the tip of his ears turning pink as he looked at you wide-eyed while MJ laughed at him with a large grin, the underlying tension between them already growing with your comment.

“Didn��t know we have people coming” Pepper appeared from the kitchen with Tony behind, her long hair tied in one of the ponytails she used to wear years prior.

Pepper began to say hi to your friends as Tony leaned on the couch of the large living room, watching you intently.

“Neither did I” Tony commented as he crossed his arms.

You felt your heart racing in your chest. “I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you”

“It’s okay dear” Pepper stated as she gave you a quick peck on your cheek as you said ‘hi’. “I’m just sad that we already ate dinner”

“Oh, don’t worry we are just maybe going to cook something or ordered it in”, you muttered as you kissed Morgan repeatedly on her cheek for a second as Ned made Morgan giggle uncontrollably.

“Where were you today?” Tony asked plainly at you as he raised his eyebrows.

You felt your blood cold as you turned around in panic while watching your father. Tony had a thing for catching people in lies and although you knew it was possible to lie at him, you also knew that if he saw the slightest twitch or inconsistency, he would be able to see right through you.

He was one of the smartest men on earth, for god’s sake.

“Uhm- Harley didn’t say?” you asked as you looked at Harley while raising your eyebrows.

Harley shot you an annoyed look, which you answered immediately with another one.

“He said you were out with a friend regarding the Halloween thing?” Tony said suspiciously, clearly questioning you and you felt the panic rushing through your veins.

“I was with MJ!” you quickly blurted out as your gaze then fell back on MJ.

MJ looked surprised for a second, stunned at your comment but she was quick, she realized that you needed a cover. You raised your eyebrows at her and nudge to say something, anything.

“Yeah, yeah!” MJ stammered as she placed one strand of hair on the back of her ear as she smiled at Tony. “y/n was helping me pick a costume”

Peter cocked his head and wrinkled his nose, knowing that there was no way that MJ was hanging out with you today, she had spent the last few hours with him and Ned. He knew that you were lying and he stared intently at you. You tried to not react at Peter’s gaze lock on you, knowing that you would have to explain later what you were doing, you only hope he gave you enough time to think about an excuse.

“Right…” Tony sassed as he walked towards you. “What costume did MJ pick?”

“Dad, stop”

“What? It’s not like you have many friends! I just want to know” Tony retorted with a shrug.

But you knew exactly what he was doing and you weren’t going to fail.

“Rude” you stated as you glared at your dad. “I have friends and if you really want to know, we went to a lingerie shop because we want to dress as the characters mean girls so if you don’t mind”

Tony’s face turned bright red as he heard you and was already covering his ears, singing a tune -loudly- by the time you finished.

You smirked.

“You were the one who wanted to know,” Pepper said with a shrug as she smiled at Tony who glared at her, you smiled with a shrug as you continue to play with Morgan and gave quickly a wink to MJ who nodded in agreement.

Peter frown at the interaction, knowing that whatever you were hiding seemed to be important.

“Yeah, yeah” he quickly answered as he stepped towards you and kissed you on the forehead, softly whispering. “I’m glad that you are okay, thank you for taking it okay”

You smiled at your dad and quickly hugged him with Morgan on your arm, who joined in the hug. Nonetheless, the pang of guilt invaded you because you knew it wasn’t the truth, you weren’t taking it okay and you were doing everything that you had been ordered not to do.

Soon after the whole thing, Tony took Morgan out of your arms and said goodnight with Pepper as they went to the other floor to sleep. It was already too late for Morgan and honestly, it was late for Tony and Pepper as well, you felt like you could breathe again when they left. Harley decided to go with you, much to Peter’s annoyance and to MJ’s delight. You then decided that you were going to cook some pasta with wine and then maybe watch a movie, the dinner was nice as Peter and you handled the pasta while Ned and Harley began to cook the sauce, MJ was the DJ as she played one of her perfectly curated playlists since she didn’t know or was interested in cooking.

Throughout the night many different topics resurface, old fights and old movie nights, how Flash seemed to have a permanent crush on you and what had happened in the time that you had left. Ned was the one that lead most of the conversation regarding college and throughout the whole night, Harley flirted with MJ, which MJ responded to with coy smiles and blush cheeks. Nonetheless, you couldn’t stop your eyes from falling to Peter who seemed to be getting quieter and quieter as the night progressed, he seemed to be constantly checking his phone and furiously typing messages.

Deep down you knew they were from Gwen when after a while she still hadn’t shown up.

It wasn’t until you were taking some of the plates to the kitchen while MJ and Ned discussed what movie to watch with Harley that you really had a chance to talk to Peter. He followed you onto the kitchen while you place the plates into the sink with a sigh.

“Hey, where were you today?” Peter said as he entered the kitchen and lean into the marble island as you turned towards him.

You froze as you watched Peter’s inquisitive expression, your mind grinding what you were about to tell him.

“I was doing fieldwork”, you lied as you got closer to him. “Nothing extraordinary”

Peter gave you a veiled expression as your gazes linked. “You know you have to tell me this type of things, right?” he finally answered with a sigh.

“Yeah, but I got no information today” you answered, which was true you hadn’t really talked about anything different with Felicia than her life or random things, there was no new information about the mission per se. “I’ll tell you if I find anything. Are you going to patrol tonight? Maybe we can-”

Peter’s phone started ringing, Peter quickly grabbed it from his pocket and read the name on it. He quickly glanced at you with a painful expression. “Sorry, I have to take this”

You didn’t manage to answer, Peter was already walking towards the living room outside of the kitchen. You didn’t know if it would be the wisest thing for you to try to listen to what he was talking about but you knew he was talking with Gwen. You remained in the kitchen, staring at him talking on his phone, not that he really noticed, he was headfirst into the conversation and it seemed rather intense. You had come to learn Peter’s mannerisms when he was mad or when he was mad and discussing with someone, his stentorian stance, how his jaw would clench, how he would roll his eyes when he felt frustrated, how he would talk with his hands if the conversation got heated.

“What are you doing?”

MJ’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts regarding Peter and your gaze from him, you turned around to see her shaking her head with a smile.

“Dishes” you answered as you pointed at the plates on the sink, knowing that there was no way MJ was buying it as she sat on one of the stools near you.

“Apart from spying on Peter” she added as she raised her eyebrow.

You glared at her. “I was not” you whined.

“Yes, you were, it’s okay,” she said with a shrug as she gazed back at Peter.

You sighed and did the same, watching as Peter ran a hand through his caramel curls frustratingly as he seemed to get louder while he kept holding his phone tighter on his ear. It wasn’t good and you couldn’t help the urge of going to where Peter was, threw his phone away and simply hold him, play with his hair and help him fall asleep as you had done so many times before.

“I just,” you said frustrated. “Why wouldn’t she come?”

“She was busy”, MJ said as she took out her phone and showed you Gwen’s Instagram stories.

You could see Gwen being in a group photo of many friends but especially close to one random guy who was holding her by the waist. Then another one of Gwen’s kissing a guy’s jaw, the photo moving from a smile to a kiss on his jaw. The last one was Gwen being held by her waist by the same random guy as he gave a peace sign.

You winced at the thought of how Gwen must’ve been feeling and you felt the pang of guilt again. You knew she was doing that because it was a call for attention to her boyfriend, you would’ve been lying if you said you wouldn’t be that dramatic, knowing your reaction at seeing them kiss a year and a half prior. It was normal, it was a normal thing to do if you were feeling like that and if you didn’t have any other tool on your emotional box to react to that.

But you also felt for Peter knowing that seeing those stories and the possible text couldn’t be anything good for him, he had to be hurt by them.

“They have been struggling a lot” MJ commented, snapping you once again from your thoughts.

“Who?”

“Peter and Gwen, they just… they have been having issues. Especially since he told him about Spiderman” MJ continued as she watched her phone.

You felt your stomach twisting inside because you knew that Peter hadn’t like being Spiderman for so long but had accepted the responsibility he had when he had gained those powers and that now, years after finally accepting them, they were going to be used against him in a relationship? It didn’t seem fair.

“That sucks?” you stated as you glanced at MJ “It’s not like Peter can decide over his powers or responsibility. It’s something greater than him”

“Yeah, but it still sucks that he has to sneak around and then leave you as an afterthought” MJ replied with a shrug.

You knew that it was also true that this work wasn’t easy and that not many people would understand.

“That’s true too,” you said as you stared back at Peter.

“Love isn’t just chemistry, it’s logistic”

You turned around impressed by MJ’s intelligence on the topic, not that you were surprised that MJ was as smart emotionally as she was smart academically. But the thing was that your mind couldn’t help but to go back to the kiss with Felicia and in reality, the whole thing that was going on between both of you. What was the possible logistic behind that friendship or relationship?

Nonetheless, you didn’t want to fester on it and you pushed it into the back of your mind for the moment; quickly changing the topic.

“Hey, so costume party, you?” you asked MJ with a smile, looking at her cheekily.

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I guessed it was time since now I have more friends. My parents are going on a trip and they let me have the apartment for Halloween so I’m excited. Betty and Flash are also coming back for it.”

You smiled widely. “You know my favorite holiday is Halloween”

It was true, Halloween had become your favorite holiday since you could remember. Birthdays weren’t that special for you, you didn’t enjoy the attention you received, even if it came from Tony or Pepper, and since you didn’t have many friends to celebrate it with when you were younger, it didn’t seem important. Christmas wasn’t your favorite either, your mom had passed away during that time and it didn’t bring good memories, they were always nice but nothing more than that, plus Tony had never bought the puppy you wanted so that contributed.

But, but, Halloween was a whole different story for you. You loved that you were able to be someone else each year and it had become a tradition for you to go trick or tricking with the best Halloween costumes ever. Most importantly, Tony would go with you and no one would recognize you since you would always wear a mask, it felt like you could be yourself and not “y/n Stark”, at least for one night of the year. The tradition had continued even when you were older, Tony agreed of going through the streets of New York in different costumes and go to pick up food and candy from any restaurant you wanted, later eating it at home. One of your favorite Halloween’s hand been when you had managed to take all the Avengers to do the same, it had ended up being one of your favorite days as you walked through Time Square with Steve dressed as Ironman, Natasha dressed as Y/N Stark, Bruce dressed as Thor, Thor as Clint, Clint as Bruce, Tony dressed as Spiderman, and you and Peter decided to dress as Black Widow and Captain America.

It was a great Halloween.

“I do know that,” MJ said as she wiggled her eyebrows. “I can’t wait to see what you come as”

“Ugh, I still have to plan it but hey, thank you for inviting me,” you said honestly with a smile.

MJ huffed. “Why wouldn’t I? You are a great friend”

You winced at MJ’s words as you turned around to watch Peter again discussing even louder, he seemed so exhausted and you felt your heart clenching. Yeah, a great friend that doesn’t tell the truth to her best friend, you thought to yourself as you stared at the soft boy.

Soon, MJ and you decided to leave Peter alone for a bit, Ned and Harley had already started the movie and you sat on the couch with a smile as you watched the large screen. Still, you would turn around towards the door, hoping Peter would come and he eventually did but he seemed so drain, if he had sat closer to you, you would have probably start playing with his hair but he sat far away from you and you didn’t want to be over him, guessing he wanted to be alone.

When the movie ended, MJ gave you the details of the party that was going to happen in about two weeks, Harley invited himself before he placed a small kiss on the corner of MJ’s lips and he said goodnight. Ned gushed about how great the night had been with the same excitement he had, regardless that it was already the other day. MJ thanked you for everything and told you to text her, and then Peter said goodbye.

He seemed so tired and upset, but you knew he was trying his best to hide it.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay and work?” Peter stated as you walked them towards the elevator.

You shook your head. “I think we could use the night off”

Peter sighed and you felt the relief on his eyes as he stared at you for a moment. Deep down Peter had listened to you and MJ talking, not the whole thing but just bits and pieces, he knew that you knew, he had also caught you staring at him throughout the movie and he wished he would just go to you and cuddle, but the pangs of guilt and anger wouldn’t let him.

Gwen had said it was his fault, that he had been the one that hadn’t set the boundaries with you and if he wasn’t willing to do it then she would. She made Peter feel remorseful about the invitation, about the fact that he was hanging with you and he hated it, he hated knowing that although he assured Gwen and himself that nothing was happening between the two of you, he deep down knew he still had feelings for you.

“Thank you” he muttered with a smile as you kissed him on the cheek.

Peter felt his cheeks blushing as he said goodbye and entered the elevator with MJ and Ned, gaze still locked on you and yours locked on him.

But as soon as the doors close, you heard your phone vibrating from the kitchen. You walked towards the kitchen to see who it was and you froze at the text.

Felicia Hardy: see you tomorrow, Stark?

You smiled.

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Can you tell that I wrote the final scene at 1:30 am?? It’s so late but I really wanted to get this out so I can start writing for the next chapter that’s going to be SOOOOO exciting. many of you had already notice he chemistry between felicia and y/n which i’m glad because that’s what i was going for and i hope their kiss made that tension justice. Felicia’s so much more than black cat so i wanted to add her backstory although i changed it a bit and now she got her revenge on her friend. Plus, there are already cracks that are more notable now between Peter and Gwen, that would hopefully be resolved in the next chapter. I’m really excited about this chapter, I poured my soul into showing y/n feelings for both Felicia and Peter. I really hope you like it!!

The new sneek peak for the next chapter is going to be on. the masterlist if you want to see what’s coming next!

please please please let me know your thoughts and opinions on this chapter and if you have ANY theories or comments I would love to see them!!! I’m already so happy with the love you have given to the last chapters, I really hope you like it! any feedback is well received and thank you so much!

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