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angelstate · 1 year

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You Are Who?

Pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff.

Warnings: none.

Summary: it was a surprise to peter that his best friend found out he is spiderman, what was even more surprising was your reaction.

words: 1.6k!

you wanted to build the lego set you had bought with the money you had saved from babysitting a rich people's kid for two weeks when the parents went in a vacation.

you had the worst time babysitting and this felt like a reward after putting up with that kid for such a long time.

you were so excited you didn't even hesitate to run to your best friends apartment after buying the lego set since it was a tradition you would build sets together.

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"y/n, hi! I didn't knew you would be coming over today!" aunt may greeted you at the door.

"i wasn't going to but i just bought a new lego set for peter and i to build" you answered and jumped a little in your place because of excitement.

"that's great, come in!" may let you in the apartment and went to the kitchen since she was preparing food before she left for work.

"peter hasn't arrived yet but you can wait for him in his room" may told you from the kitchen.

"okay, thanks aunt may" you answered and went to Peter's room.

it was a bit messy as always, the bed wasn't made and there was some clothes on the floor, seeing this you decided to tidy up the room since it was a big lego set and you would be needing the space.

First you made the bed and moved all the clothes that were on it to the floor since it was already messy with other clothes.

After doing the bed you started to fold the clean clothes and putting them in the closet and the dirty clothes on the basket in the corner of the room.

"why is he so messy" you whispered and took of your hoodie since you were sweating a little from cleaning his room.

"it isn't even that clean" you took a look around and noticed clothes under his bed, you wondered for how long they have been there.

Sighing, you kneeled down, place your hands in front of you on the floor and lowered your upper body to look at was under the bed.

Using your left hand you reached out to all the clothes you found but there were still a few in the very end of the bed that you couldn't reach.

"wtf, why does he have so many clothes" you cursed and tried to reach again but to no avail.

"i don't want to get my clothes dirty"

you tried again to reached but...

"for fucks sake, fine" you gave up and crawled so half of your upper body was under the bed, finally you could reach all the dirty clothes that were left.

at the very same moment, a certain someone opened the rooms window and crawled around on the walls getting inside the room before letting their body fall to the floor and landing in his legs.

"aha!" you got out of under the bed with all the clothes in your hand, your clothes had a little bit of dust and your were was a bit messy.

"shit" you heard someone say making you turned around and find your best friend in a suit that was easily recognizable since it was famous all around new York.

"wtf" has the first thing you said and pointed at peter with a look of surprise.

"you are- what? Your the spidey thing?!" You say loudly and your eyes widened as the information began to settle in.

"it's not what it looks like" peter said panicking and pressed the spider that was at the center of his suit making bigger and fell from his body leaving him in just underwear.

"wait...did you call me spidey thing? Is spiderman!" peter corrected you and even seem a bit offended at the fact you didn't called him spiderman.

"okay! Your spiderman!" You said more to yourself since par of you was still shocked.

"no, im not" peter argued.

"you. are. spiderman." you repeated and pointed at him again.

"I'm not" peter answered.

"you are"

"i am not"

"you are"

"im not"

"your not" you said

"i am, wait-" peter quickly tried to make an excuse but you cut him off.

"you just admitted it, your spiderman..i can't believe you didn't told me before, this is incredible" you said and started smiling at him.

"wait, what?" Peter looked at you in disbelief.

"what?" you stopped jumping in your spot and stared at him with a blank expression.

"that's your reaction?" peter asked and looked at you with the same blank expression your were giving him. (Literally this 🛏️ 🧍🏻‍♀️🚪 🧍🏻🪟 )

"I should have been more dramatic?" you asked making peter looked at you with disbelief again.

you just shrugged and looked at the lego set you bought that was on the desk, you looked at peter and this time pointed at what you bought.

"do you wanna built it now or is it a bad timing?" you asked with genuine curiosity and waited for his response.

"I'm worried about you" peter confessed and kept looking at you like you were the one that had hid the fact they were a super hero.

"what, why?" you looked at him and confusion.

"you have no questions about how i'm spiderman?" peter picked up his suit from the floor and threw it at the bed.

"no? I mean it's pretty uh- obvious you are spiderman and i'm not the brightest when it comes to chemicals and stuff like that so i guess it was like the thing that happened to captain America but with spiders and uh yeah other stuff?" you tried to explained yourself but the further you talked the more awkward you felt.

"wow, that's- you know what that, makes more sense than what actually happened to me" peter said and looked at you in amusement.

"wait? that was not what happened?" once again you looked at him with a blank expression but this time your eyes were opened wider.

"no, a spider bit me and yeah- i got powers" peter explained to you but your expression stayed the same, you had zone out.

peter moved his hand in front of your dace making you snap back into reality.

"my theory made more sense but good for you spidey" you shrugged again and turned to pick up the lego set.

"so what do you think?" Peter asked.

"about what?" you asked back while you tried to take the tape off of the opening of the box.

"about me being spiderman" peter was still standing in the same place, looking at your back with a bit of desperation.

"i mean, it makes you more sexy than you were without that knowledge but other than that your like the same peter" you answered and sighed when you couldn't get the tape off.

"i hate the tape they put to this shit, it's impossible to open the box" you whined and turned around to find peter looking at you this time with a expression you had never seen him make.

It made you a bit nervous.

"you think I'm sexy? Peter asked.

"yeah? I thought it was obvious, your like ripped and have a six pack and all that sexy features?" you answered hesitantly and watched as peter expression changed to a cocky one.

"wait- no" you tried to stop him before he could speak but Peter cut you off.

"you y/n l/n think i am sexy and you have stared at my body before?" Peter teased you.

"god, don't let it get to your head. your still one of the dorkiest people i know" you tried to play it off since you were blushing and your heart was beating fastly.

"you're blushing" peter pointed at your face and laughed.

"shut up" you whispered and turned around again.

"don't get mad i was just teasing you" peter walked towards you.

"your lucky i like you" you whispered and continue to try and take the tape off.

what you didn't notice was that peter heard you and was smiling and blushing like crazy behind you.

you, his best friend and crush of 5 years is in love with him? Peter was sure that he must have been gods favorite at the moment because he just heard that the love of his life loves him too.

"i like you too" peter said and cut the tape off with a pair of scissors that were on the desk.

"what the-" you turned your head and before you could complete what you were saying peter kissed you.

you turned your body towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck, one of your hands softly rubbing his hair, his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him till he picked you up and made you wrapped your legs around his waist to not fall down.

Just when you started to run out of breath you pulled slightly and took a deep breath.

"i can't believe spiderman just kissed me" you giggled and rested your forehead against his.

"i can believe i kissed my crush" peter said and tighten his hold on your waist.

"are you my boyfriend now?" you whispered and looked at him in the eyes.

"do you want me to?" Peter asked and for a second looked at your eyes before locking eyes with you again.

"yes" you answered and kissed him again.

Peter Parker was your boyfriend, so was spiderman but that didn't matter much to you. After all you fell in love with the dorky guy from Queens not the super hero who swings around the city.

And after all this beautiful moment was over you would definitely force peter to put clothes on and build the most epic lego set you had bought.

#peter parker fluff #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker #peter parker fic #peter parker x reader #peter parker smut #peter parker x fem #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #spiderman fic #tom holland spiderman #spiderman #spiderman fluff

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altheasmeadow · 1 year

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Doodles

Word Count: 594

Summary: In which they meet at a fan meet.

Warning: she’s not an army im sorry

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Taehyung was tired, he usually tried to sleep a lot before fanmeets but last night his anxiety had spiked and he spent the whole night tossing and turning. Today just seemed to be dragging on, waking up too early, everyone else seems way more energized tha usual. Trying to pump up his energy he played music drumming a beat along his thigh, he didn’t even feel the drags on his skin from his soulmate drawing, so drowsy that he was partially asleep in the waiting room as the staff set up the stage.

She was bored, she only came in place of her friend, she barely listens to bts honestly, not because she didn’t like them, it just never came about. But when her friend fell ill and couldn’t come to the fan meeting she agreed to come and get the auto graphs for them and pass out their letters they write for the members. Her friends however didn’t tell her it would be this boring, she yawned as the event continued, deciding to entertain herself with drawing designs on her skin, she dragged the pen acros her arm creating elaborate pictures on her skin, with each stroke of her pen the more bored she got, while she loved drawing, especially giving herself temporary tattoos, she couldn’t help but want to leave, the line was so long, was it even worth the extra money for a minute long conversation with each of them.

It took a while before she finally stood before the first member, Namjoon’s dimpled smile growing as she approached, “Hey what’s your name?” He wondered, looking intently at her hand as she handed him the book for him to sign.

She told him her name before quickly telling him to make it out for her friend instead, “You’re not a fan?” He wondered confused as he signed the book.

“I don’t listen to your music much, only when my friend puts it on when we’re together.” She explained with a shrug, moving onto Jin next repeating the process, and then with Yoongi, and Hoseok. Things only got interesting when Jimin perked up at the sight of her arm, eyes widening as he took in the drawings that had appeared on his band member earlier.

“Hey did you draw those today?” He wondered, not even trying to be subtle.

“Yea in line. It was boring.” She hummed, before explaining who she was, why she was here and who to make it out to.

Then came Taehyung, his patterned skin reaching to grab the book from her patterned hand with wide eyes. She looked down, noticing the situation before glancing back up in surprise, her soulmate was an idol? Quickly shaking out of her thoughts she repeated what she told the others and as time ended, he called a staff member to wait at the end for her so they could talk.

After meeting Jungkook who was practically doing a bunny bounce with his excitement she met with the staff and waited for the line to lessen. And when everyone left the seven found their way over to her, all buzzing with excitement.

“Nice to officially meet you, I’m Taehyung, your soulmate.” He introduced, his black hair falling over his eyes slightly as he gave a shy grin.

“Hey it's the non army!” Yoongi called, pointing at the woman with a teasing grin, “Bet you’ll be an army soon.”

The woman gave a faint grin, grasping Taehyung’s hand gently in hers as her nerves dulled down feeling him accept the bond as well.

#bts au #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts imagines #bts fluff #bts fic #bangtan sonyeondan #taehyung x reader #kim taehyung imagines #kim taehyung x reader #taehyung imagines

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babyharleezy · 2 years

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Hometown Love Chapter 3

(jack harlow x reader)

bloo's notes: i am so invested in this series that i be thinking about what i wanna write while im in the shower. enjoy babies!!

it had been a week since the last time you were in atlanta and you would be returning once again tomorrow. except this time you wouldn't be coming back home to louisville, instead atlanta would be your new home. the first time you went to atlanta you got the apartment and the second time you went you basically unpacked your entire life. you took everything in your louisville apartment and shoved it into a big ass uhaul. having all your stuff instead of buying all new things saved you money but also brought comfort and peace.

you had some friends and family help unpack everything and you were grateful for them. but tonight you couldn't help to feel just a bit sad. you were leaving your apartment that you had made so many amazing memories in. as you laid on the floor of your naked bedroom, your brain instantly went back to the first day you moved in.

"omg jack can you believe this place is ours" you squealed. you had been so excited to move in with jack. you two got the apartment after highschool. it made sense for you two. you were always at his house or he was always at your house. "hmm i can't wait to make love to you in every single room in this apartment y/n" jack said to you with a hungry voice. "alright lover boy, you can do that AFTER we get all our stuff moved in" you said emphasizing the word "after". jack did in fact get what he wanted and you weren't complaining. the first night you two had slept on the floor, too tired to put the bed together. "i'm so happy i met you in high school y/n. i don't know what i would do without you. you truly are my number one fan. can't wait to look out into the crowd one day and see your beautiful face as i perform" jack whispered to you. "i am so fucking in love with you jack. i can't wait for you to be a superstar. i just know you'll get there baby. you're so fucking talented" you whispered back. slowly but surely the both of you drifted off to sleep.

the only difference now was that you were going to sleep alone and in the morning you would be on your way back to atlanta.

as you woke up in the morning, you got ready in your apartment for the last time before heading out. a bittersweet moment for you.

walking into the new apartment with a big ass smile on your face. you were so happy to call this place yours. you were glad that you came ahead of time and set everything up how you liked it because you were beat as hell.

it had been two weeks since you've been in atlanta. work was going great and you actually made some friends. you had just pulled up in the parking garage of your apartment and parked your car, quickly making your way to the elevator to take you to the floor of your apartment. all you could think about was getting out of these damn scrubs. you walked into the elevator, clicked the button to your floor, and got on your phone as you waited for the door to close. "oh shit" you heard as the door was closing and you saw someone's hand stop the doors from closing. "sorry for stopping the elevator from closing" the man said and you looked up to meet your eyes with his. both of your eyes widening.

"y/n?" "jack" you both said in unison. your mind was going a mile a minute. "neelam told me you were moving to atlanta, you live in the building?" he asked, trying to break any awkwardness. "um yeah i actually live on the seventh floor, what about you? you visiting a friend or you live here?" you questioned, you hoped he was just visiting. "uh i actually also live on the seventh floor" he let out a chuckle. 'oh great, just your luck y/n' you thought to yourself. "congrats on being a nurse" he said. "a few years late but thank you jack" you said. he smiled, you were just as feisty as he remembered. this has been the longest elevator ride of your fucking life. finally the bell dinged, implying you made it to your floor. you felt like you could finally breathe again. you got off and before you could say goodbye jack was right behind you. you hoped he would go the opposite direction as you but motherfucker was following you. you made it to your door and watched jack unlock the door right next to you. un-fucking-believable you thought to yourself , once again. you two made eye contact. "well goodnight y/n" jack said and just before he closed his door you let out a quiet "i knew you would be a superstar, good night jack" and you quickly rushed the close your door. you left jack in his thoughts the rest of the night. just by that statement he knew that you kept up with him and just like you, he kept up with you too.

as he was laying in bed, he decided to make a tweet. he hoped you would see it.

"Nothing like a woman in some scrubs 😍😍😍😍 thank you for your service"

and with a click of a button the tweet was posted.

being neighbors with your ex was going to be very interesting to say the least.

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow fanfiction

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sesmantelar · 3 months

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absolutely no better feeling than finally having the control you so badly craved a few months ago. I love knowing that I am actually dropping weight. I love knowing that I am turning the page and closing that junior adulthood chapter. I love knowing that Im setting the foundation for my next step in life. and even now, I am actually for once excited at the prospect of going home. im speaking it into existence - I will have a march offer for a NY job, even if its a few weeks from now - I will be cleared to start my instant pay shifts next week - I will let go my earthly tether and work a bunch to get my money up and quick. I will go to NY with my best friend, we will have blast exploring the city, being girls again, and I will be back and forth for ice/harp lessons. then, once done with the contract, I will take my euro summer month - afronation, rhinoplasty, healing time, montreaux jazz festival, then home. I don't know when my lease is up, but depending on when it is up, decides what I will do for work next. of course I will have to ensure that my Canadian nursing license is active and ready to go in case I need to use it. hopefully I can do another full contract in NYC for late summer/before my lease is up. once up, I hope to be close to finishing my degree, have my finances order, have some type of remote work, be making consistent money from my art, sending my art to as many galleries as I can find. once I pack up my dollhouse, I will sell whatever I can, and depending on laws surrounding my car, I will either drive or put miyako into temporary storage. im moving to Canada. never thought id see the day. but its only for a year pre Switzerland/pre graduate school. ive been out of my parents house since I was 16 and im tired. I need quarantine 2.0 to get myself together whilst not paying rent. im tired. here is to the unknown.

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1d1195 · 3 months

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SAM MY LOVE I MISSED YOU SO MUCHHHHH!!!!😭 it felt so weird not being able to talk to you😭 how are you my love?!? How was your break?!?

AHHHH SO MUCH TO CATCH UP ON BESTIE!!!

And you’re right we really are so similar that I honestly did not take it in a bad way! If anything I always appreciate your insight! Exams were hell but like it’s whatever at this point lol I have one last round of midterms in two weeks before my finals so I will be ✨suppressing✨ my feelings on that until I’m done bahaha BUT OMG I QUESTION MY FRIENDS CHOICES TOO BAHAHA I have had a history girl…. It’s a lot for sure for another day lol AND OMG SAM HOT PROFESSOR 😵‍💫 he’s sooooo omg I could cry bc he’s so hot and I seriously always spiral in class lol he puts effort in his fits but like still does not look exaggerated anyways idk if I mentioned before but HES A BIKER!!! And he’s so sweet and he always ends class with “see ya later gang” like 😭 THE DILF VIBES THAT HE EMITTS ARE CRAZY😭

Yeah I can totally agree with obsessions and the TOLL that it is lol like I feel so bad for my parents that they wasted so much money on me shopping at hot topic 😭 anyways still was fun though lol I definitely wish I had that energy again bc I simply cannot keep up anymore lol

Bestie I read part 3 and IT WAS SO GOOD !! SO MANY THOUGHTS HONESTLY oh and I read the sun kissed extra!!! So many thoughts!!! I will try to get my main points and reactions bc I feel like I wrote already too much lol

I LITERALLY WAS SO EXCITED FOR SUN KISSED EXTRA!!! I voted for that one and was surprised that it wasn’t voted on too much :( BUT IT WAS DIFFICULT TO CHOOSE BC I LOVE ALL OF THEM! Anyways I MISSED THEM SO MUCH I LITERALLY LOVE THAT STORY SOLEY BC WHERE IM FROM THE BEACH IS A BIG DEAL! Anyways I can’t believe they are moving together and Harry literally transferred to her district 😭😭😭 CRYYYYYYYY I HOPE WE CAN GET MORE OF THEM!

NOW PART 3 WAS SOOOO GOOD!!! You know I love when Harry gets jealous and possessive😵‍💫 and omg TELL ME WHY I HAVE A KYLE IN KY LIFE BAHAHAH but Kyle was so cute and honestly kinda loved he stood up for the MC and essentially was ready to go to war for her🥰 bahah anyways THEY ARE OFFICIAL NOW WHICH IS SO CUTE!!! I LOVE THEM QND IM LIVING THEOUGH THEM RN!!! I have a Kyle and all I need is a Harry 😩

Missed you so much Sam! Thank you for constantly putting out such lovely content❤️-💜

HIIIIII I've missed you SOOOOO much. I hope your exams went well, I'm sure you aced them! That seems so crazy you have midterms and you're already thinking about finals! I feel like the semester just started! I knew you were busy all week but by Friday I literally was like "Ughhh where is she!?" My break was good! Very boring, nothing to really chat about. I finished a book last week and I'm about half way through this one--it's very good. I actually think YOU would like the book I finished because I did not hahahahahahahaha don't get me wrong it was VERY well written and I did like it, but it was so stressful and not what I usually read. The Lost Girls of Willowbrook. Very creepy in my opinion.

ANYWAY.

YOU DID MENTION HE WAS A BIKER BUT I ALWAYS APPRECIATE THE REMINDER. We love a well-dressed DILF. I'm so glad you're able to learn in that environment. I would be a stuttering mess and would probs do something embarrassing like tell him I loved him or write our names together in a notebook. Did you see the pics of Harry at Manchester soccer game? He looked very DILF-y too🤤😍 I was spiraling myself.

HOT TOPIC I'M SCREAMING. I got my Edward shirt from Hot Topic and I wore it every night to bed like a a LUNATIC. (Now much more appropriately, I wear my Harry's House to bed and do NOT feel like a lunatic). But you're right I do not have the energy anymore. The CONSPIRACIES and THEORIES people have I am so overwhelmed, I don't know what to say. I'm not a Swiftie (not an anti-Swiftie either) but HOLY COW. "She wore purple so that means--" "The date adds up to the number 13" "In 2010 on this date she posted this so in 2024 that means this" ?????? THAT'S CRAZY, but like good for them. I'm in awe tbh.

Aw! I'm so glad you voted for them! I have another round of voting coming this week and I feel like it will be VERY split five different ways hahahaha I'm a beach girl as well! I feel like it's one of the only things I have a good grasp on writing about because it was so entrenched in my childhood. I don't know if I have any other ideas for them at the moment (I feel like all the couples I've been writing about lately/voted on are getting engaged this week and next week 🤭 --spoiler/not spoiler: not MFT they're just babies). But I can try and come up with something eventually. I gotta reshare my draft list so everyone can see inside my head, it's getting wilder by the minute.

I'm currently writing the 4th part to MFT and I feel like the first two parts were really good and parts 3 and 4 are very 🤷‍♀️ I'm so glad you liked Kyle! (I wanted to name him Noah actually but I think I mentioned I'm a big Noah Kahan fan right now and it was too coincidental; I noticed when I had his character say "that makes a lot of sense" and I was like "okay, Samantha, that's a literal song lyric, make it more obvious." So I renamed him Kyle). Idk if you read Icebreaker (it was very big on TikTok for a while) Kyle is modeled after Henry a bit. He's a cutie pie 😊

TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOUR KYLE!?!?!?!?! 😍

SO happy to hear from you, hope you had a relaxing weekend after a busy week, sorry for the novel rambling in response but you should not feel bad about writing too much. It's always the highlight of my day when I get a message from you! 💕

xoxo

#💜#my friend's toyota #sun-kissed

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bepatientandpersistent · 1 year

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My constant thought these days is "life is weird". I don't even know how to elaborate on that. This is probably going to be a long rambling nonsensical post. You can read if you want, obviously that's why I put it on here, but I just learned how to put things under the "keep reading" cut. I know, I'm super late 😂 but I don't post on here like I'd like to.

I feel like I've just had so many feelings recently. Today one kind of surprised me because I thought "it's gonna be okay". Like, I tell myself that all the time, because life is a struggle and I need to remind myself to keep going and that things WILL in fact be okay. But today the thought occurred to me subconsciously without me having to force it. So, maybe things will actually be okay.

I've been really struggling financially for a couple months. Well, actually about 7 months, since my mom's income got suspended (she's on SSI). We finally got that resolved last month and it helps a ton, she can pay her own bills now. But my bills are behind because I was helping her AND I chose to go down to one day a week at the hotel. I have been doing door dash and spark deliveries for a few months and those options were pretty stable, but now they aren't as busy as they were. I spend many hours each week waiting for deliveries, and sometimes they just dont come. I've resorted to just leaving bills unpaid or overdrafting my bank account to pay them. When I do that, my bank charges me $36 per day that I'm overdrafted. It's a killer. I had to borrow a large sum of money from one of my good friends yesterday, and it just barely covered the overdraft I had.. I will be able to pay him back, and he's allowing me to pay in payments. Im so thankful for him.

I start my new big-girl hospital job on Monday! I'm excited but nervous. I can't believe it's finally here and happening. I take my NCLEX on the 10th. I haven't been studying like I should because all of every day has been spent doing and waiting for deliveries. My goal for today is to answer 100 review questions, maybe more of I can but AT LEAST 100. I have the resources to do it and today I have the time, I just need to make myself. I'm doing that after I post this.

I'll get my first paycheck and a $6500 sign-on bonus check on the 22nd. I just hope I can hold out on money until then. My commute to work will be ~40 minutes each way, and that takes gas. 5 days a week throughout June. After that I may go down to 3 days a week but that's to be determined.

My mom and I have been bickering about money and bills for weeks. We don't live together and our bills are technically separate but we help each other. If I have money and she needs something paid or needs something, I help her, and vice versa. Sometimes one of us will spend money on something unnecessary and it causes a rift. Because money is so tight right now. I don't feel like I should have to explain where every cent of my money goes, but I understand why she gets frustrated. We are broke. I am so ready for us to not have to share money and bills and to be able to do as I wish with the money I make. That's where my frustration comes in also: most of the money we have to spend is mine. I work 3 jobs right now, soon to be 4. If I want to spend the money I work my ass off for, I can do that. I just have to face the consequences of it sometimes..

I'm still living with my aunt and uncle and since my income will be much higher here soon, the thought of getting my own place has crossed my mind. My mom would like for us to live together. I'm not convinced that's a good idea. I'd love to have my own space and there are things I dislike about living with family. My dad may also potentially be moving here before the year is up. He probably wouldn't have a job immediately so he would either have to stay with my mom (in her living room) or with me in my own place. My mom complains about him constantly when he stays at her apartment. If like to avoid that if possible. I also don't enjoy the thought of having to move houses in the summer, that just sounds terrible. Plus, it would give me a few months to save up for deposits and moving costs.. no plans are set in stone yet, but moving this year is a definite possibility.

I've been trying to get back in the mindset of getting healthy and losing weight. I've stopped drinking sodas again (4 days ago) and am consequently drinking more water. However, I started smoking cigarettes again about 1.5 months ago and haven't kicked the habit yet. I am determined to make this pack the last and wait before I start work on Monday... I think I can do it. I haven't been any more active. My scale still says 266, which is 1 pound less than my high weight. At least it's not more right? I just know I'm going to be miserable working as a nurse being this overweight and out of shape. Part of me wants to try keto again because I know it will make me lose weight fast. But I can never keep up with it, I always quit right after it starts working. I'm still trying to decide what I want to do.. trying to decide what I think I can stick with.

I need to call my storage place and pay for my unit. I need to call and pay a loan. I need to go tomorrow to buy scrubs for work. I need to go study. I think I'll end this post there. I'm sorry if you've read this far 😅 I didn't know where I was going with it lol. I feel like I have lots more to say but I'll continue later.

#personal #life #work #update

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little-girl-big-world · 1 year

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im useless at this writing thing

hello. not to start this on a negative note but I have been meaning to write for soooo long and it's taken me far too long. But honestly, I think it is actually a good sign because I feel like my life is currently fulfilled and I feel pretty consistent at the same time which is honestly the dream. it is something I have been craving for so long and it is so easy to take for granted once it happens but it is so important to reflect and give myself a tap on the back.

So lets take a look at Emily's world currently. I am feeling really happy in the apartment, I want to be home and I make the place look nice, how good is that. it almost feels like the standard now but when I think back and think ruby and I were nearly homeless living out of tote bags at the beginning of 2022, I have come far. and omg I am so much more settled. Ella and Ruby are immaculate house mates, I am so comfortable and having Rory around is nice to have a man living here, also great for bills.

Work. Work is fine. I am learning to accept that I am not going to be in my dream job right now and that is okay. I am moving forward in my career and that is all that matters. I am still learning and getting experience so I cannot complain. I do however feel I want to shift into something slightly different at some point in the future, I want to use my brain more and do more writing because that will definitely fulfil me more. at the moment I feel very operational but it is paying the bills and working in a big advertising agency on a big account like Myer is cool for now. I have definitely noticed the increase in my money with the increased salary so that is always nice.

I have a lover. I finally have a lover. Wow I never thought I would see this day. its even crazy to write this and how much pressure I put on myself to find someone and its one of those things once you have it, you wonder why you worried about it and realise yes it is great but I could also definitely survive without it. and I always will. I think I almost just got obsessed with the idea and obviously the comparing around me as well. but Dan is great, he treats me like an absolute queen, he is a very attractive man and although his jokes aren't always fun, I enjoy his company and the things we do together. It is has been about 2.5 months which is wild because it feels about that but also longer. We have been out for many lovely dinners and drinks, he has taken me surfing down the coast, he came camping to Wilsons Prom with my friends last weekend, I've met his friends as well and it is a sweet little thing we have growing. so I am just trying to enjoy it for now and navigate the idea of dating and learning what I like and don't like and it is fun! We are extremely sexually attracted to each other and we have a lot of sex which is always fun but he still hasn't made me orgasam but we will get there. We have had sex on the beach and in an alley way in Collingwood so hey that is some bucket list items ticked off. Dreams like that are so funny because you want them for so long and then once you get it, it often is not as amazing as you think, which is funny how life is like that because the 'looking forward to something' is more exciting than the event itself. But yeah who knows where things will go with Dan but it is nice to just focus on it for now and not look too far into the future and it will pan out how it is meant to.

Apart from that, I go to Europe in about 2 months which is pretty wild!! It will come around so quickly. Isabel and I have booked a lot of things and it has been pretty cheap which is good and I think we will have a blast so that will be cool!! 5 weeks of travel will be sooo nice.

Tomorrow morning, Ruby and I are going to Pitch festival which is exciting, even though we are a little nervous for a camping big music festival, it will be fun to let off some steam and be young wild and free. And then next weekend Poppy, Amy and Brooke are coming to visit which will be fun!! March has been crazy but hey living in the fast lane is fun. and why bloody not.

So that is all from me but I feel good to have written, never something I regret xx

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bard-of-cat · 2 years

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after nearly three years, i cut a friend off completely.

we started out as roleplay buddies, then we got closer and closer as people until we were d8ing, and we stayed d8ing for two of those three years. they met my fucking parents, we went on holiday together after saving up for fuck knows how long because we were long distance, we were tied by the hip.

and then

they started being busy all the time. i always felt like an asshole bringing it up, because it wasn't as if they could change their schedule or suddenly not need money to live, but it still felt bad; they'd wake up, go to class, then go to work, then go home and immediately fall asleep. during their days off, they had color guard, so it was wake up, class, practice, fall asleep, or it was a game day, in which case they were gone All day.

i felt bad. everytime id start chatting, they'd abruptly leave to the next thing - and of course i know they didn't mean it, but the sudden start and stop was really upsetting to me, we'd begin discussing and idea and then suddenly they were gone and i had all this excitement and nowhere to put it, or id feel relieved that they were finally home only for them to be so tired they were incoherent and id have to push for them to please sleep.

and i get it

they were working hard and so, they were tired, that isn't their fault. this wasn't why i broke up with them

the thing is, i told them what hurt about this, it was the unpredictable in and out, id ask them hey, if you're at work or at band or anywhere like that, please don't text me until you're out. it feels bad when you suddenly leave at completely unpredictable intervals in the middle of a convers8ion, just w8 until you're out for good. and they didn't. they kept texting me because they just got excited and wanted to talk to me. which.. i mean, its sweet. but it still hurt.

another issue that sprung up around that time is that they just couldn't be any sort of support for me (during their time off, i wasn't about to start venting in the middle of their shift). if i was sad at something else, they just.. said the /worst/ possible things. not intentionally, i know they didn't mean it, they just sucked at comforting people;

either they'd be unknowingly hurtful (i.e. the time i was talking about how i feel like ive messed up my chances to be something good in life and whatnot, so their response was "id hate to see you waste your talent" and then they were confused as to why i got more upset), or just.. repeat what i said, but get it wrong. then get annoyed when i didn't feel better ("im feeling sad because of so and so" "oh.. yeah, i think you're sad because of this and that" "..okay.." "you know i cant read the tone of that (i have previously explained what the tone is many times)"

when it did involve them, it was worse. not only did they say hurtful things unwittingly, but they only cared about being forgiven. they did not do this by trying to make amends, they did this by constantly trying to convince me that they'd done nothing wrong actually and it doesn't make sense that im upset

a lot of times they only cared about me forgiving them, and once i said the words "i forgive you" or "i know you didn't mean it", they'd happily consider the issue over and just move on. id have to tell them no, im still upset.

"but i didn't mean to" when i never said they did

"id never want to do that to you" when they did

"but i just got confused, whys that so bad?" when i just explained, in detail, why i was upset

"im just living! what's wrong with that!" absolutely nothing and i NEVER SAID THAT.

and when i say detail, i mean detail. i can be very long winded, and all this time, they keep saying they just need p8ience, they weren't raised with a loving family that apologized, so they just don't know what comforts supposed to be like

and i could sympathize with that. they asked for p8ience and guidance, and that's what i gave - when they messed up, i talked them step by step through it. i gave them guides as to what i expect from them as a partner when i was hurting and why i would like it, i acknowledged it every time that i knew what upset me was irrational, whenever i caught myself being cagey or trying to 'indirectly communic8' id stop myself, apologize, and talk directly about the issue.

and they just didn't listen. ever. their behavior did not change.

i found myself lashing out more and more. like, id be already so upset im crying, and id sit down to explain why i was upset and what exactly id like them to do about it when it involved them and their actions, and then they /didn't/, so i lashed out. i got angry and just started telling them to leave, go away, just go, i'll deal with it myself, you're not helping. sometimes i just yelled at them.

a vicious cycle started up -- i never got any of my feelings resolved, ever, id just get too exhausted of arguing back and forth about the same shit over snd over and over that id give up and agree to just move on, so i was constantly drained and on edge, which made me very touchy, which meant that stuff I would've overlooked before suddenly became very upsetting. like, these convers8ions became a regular, everyday thing.

i tried to commit suicide because of all this. im aware its a bit of an overreaction, but that's how bad it got, how bad i got.

and we broke up, after talking about it with a mutual friend.

i didn't want to stay friends after breaking up. i wanted to cut them out entirely, but they cried and begged and said they couldn't handle me leaving them, so i stayed. we stayed friends.

and it was.. still bad but less worse. i just didn't expect anything big from them anymore because they're just my friend instead of my partner

but, y'know, we were still talking very frequently, so all the issues from before stayed. they started falling asleep really early, in between conversations and, more often than not, in between discussions. i cursed them out for this more often than not.

they said they thought they had narcolepsy and i was doubtful, because we'd met irl and they'd never unexpectedly fallen asleep on me then, but i realized i didn't really know much about the condition, i could be judging it on nothing but a stereotype. so, i believed them. i stopped asking them to not fall asleep until we're done, and instead, just give me a heads up.

they didn't.

well, no, that's not fair, currently, they do, but i had to remind them almost every day.

they also said that after the end of that month, there'd be "no more band, ever, until after all of october", and i was thrilled. turns out they meant "no more game days, but still regular practice, until about halfway through october"

another thing is.. well. this is going to be mean, i know, but they're kind of stupid. as a person. they just don't understand concepts no matter how many times they're explained to them, they're just slow, generally. and at first, i was fine with it, i mean, everyone struggles with some things, but after everything, being constantly misunderstood every single time i swallowed all my anger and hurt for the sake of just having a good time together. id put forth ideas and things that i really cared about, and they wouldn't understand. id explain, they wouldn't understand. id explain again, they still didn't get it. id give up and they got upset, so i comforted them til they felt better.

we're still roleplay partners, so being understood and able to put forward ideas was important to me. recently, i started trying to tell them about a podcast i /really/ liked, and explaining how we could work it into some scenarios. they didn't understand. i got upset, the same everything ive been talking about this whole time played out, and i gave up on it.

i told them that i think we're growing into very incompatible people, we barely have any common interests anymore. they freaked out, said i was leaving them, that this was their worst fear. i said that i was sorry, but like, everytime i wanted to tell them something i was excited about, i just felt scared instead of excited - because they wouldn't understand, and it would hurt. i don't know why being misunderstood is such a big deal to me, it just is. they said they'd never want for me to feel unsafe like that, ignoring the fact that i.. y'know, do. i told them that we're always fighting, my feelings are constantly hurt, whenever i try to put it aside and engage with something nice with you, it goes wrong. they said that, that wasn't how they remember it, that we've talked for days happily.

i don't remember that. all i remember is being hurt nearly all day everyday for.. weeks? months?

then they had to go to work, so i was alone to think about it.

i ended up telling them that maybe im just overreacting, and like, once i find something we both like it'll all be okay again. they agreed (?) and were just really relieved that i wasn't leaving.

as soon as i felt a little better, no thanks to them, i tried to explain the podcast thing again. i broke it down piece by piece, being as direct and literal as i could.

they didn't understand.

i told them how upsetting this was, and they said they just needed patience because they're autistic --- note, they've been autistic this whole time, i was the first one to notice and encourage them to go get tested, which is why i stop myself whenever i realize im not communic8ing properly with them, ("...i'm fine." "oh! okay! anyway," "hey so actually, i know that i said i was fine, im not, im upset, i expected the elipsis and the period to indic8 that, im sorry for not being direct", so on) this isn't a new thing that they just decided to say now, -- and i was like alright. you're right. i'll explain again

they asked me if id rather explain in the morning

i realized they were telling me they'd like to sleep

and... i know its wrong of me, i know they couldn't help it, but that felt really bad. i was crying already, and even then, when they asked for patience, i was willing to give it to them no matter how i felt, and- i think it was the way they said it. "im upset you don't understand" "i need patience because of my neurotype" "you're right, im sorry. i'll explain to you" "umm aha so like tomorrow?"

it just

it made me so fucking sad. i said no, id rather just not text them at all tonight.

and they left, y'know, no questions asked

so i lashed out again, i sent them a bunch of messages yelling, they didn't see, being asleep and all, so i..

i realized that i was the one to blame here. im constantly putting both of us in no-win situations, i keep handing them my heart and then being surprised they drop it, even when they've done the same thing nearly every time. and i realize that they don't mean to, they just can't help it, its how they are, their neurotype and any additional disorders they may have means that it /will/ happen again, even if they don't mean to.

the only winning thing to do is for me to stop trying to trust them with these things.

so,

i did.

i deleted the messages, because i knew what would follow, they'd apologize saying the same things as always, and id explain why those things don't help, then they'd say they didn't notice and they're sorry and can we just move on, etc, etc.

instead,

yesterday i stopped talking to them, turned off their notific8ions, unfollowed them, all that. no explan8ion. and i felt pretty okay for the rest of the day, but,

yknow

for someone that said their 'worst fear' was me leaving, they barely said anything.

i wasn't doing it to hurt them, of course, i know that pulling away to watch someone beg to get you back is wrong, and that was NOT what i wanted out of this. but maybe deep down i was thinking they'd at least.. i dunno, check in? "hey, are you alright?" or something

but they didn't

not a word

in fact, sometime in the night, they sent me a video of them cheerfully making bread. so not only did they not care, they didn't notice, and they were so unbothered that they just.. baked.

they didn't text me at all after that.

so i know that i did the right thing. i will continue to keep my distance, but i always just.. want to check. maybe they'll prove me wrong, maybe-- but no.

i dont want to block them because then its like, they're not texting me because they can't, not because they don't care to.

it really hurts.

i miss them. but i know this is the right thing to do. for both of us, it isn't fair to have a friend that is always getting upset at you

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watchmegetobsessed · 2 years

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WILDEST FANTASIES (part 14)

⚫️A/N: thank you so much for all the messages, comments and everything on the last two parts, i was BLOWN AWAY how much you guys love the story and im so happy the plot twist had the effect i imagines! it's been such a dream and ihope i never wake up from it💜

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Harry thought about telling someone about the book, but he kept it all to himself. He didn’t tell anyone, not even Denise when she came into his office later and found out that Harry finished absolutely nothing all morning because he was reading the mysterious book he got. He turned into a hot mess and no one knew why.

Going back home he shoves the book under his mattress as if anyone is going to look around his room, he feels like a teenager hiding a Playboy issue he spent all his money on, when in reality it’s just a book.

A book his ex wrote about him.

Harry devours the whole book by the time Niall gets home in the evening so he finally knows everything you wrote into the story. He grabs a notebook and a pen and starts to gather his thoughts, feeling like if he didn’t write them down it would all get too messy in his head. And this is everything he lists:

One, you wrote a book that’s based on the love you shared years ago. The story follows mostly the real life events that happened between the two of you up until the point he broke up with you that one night in your apartment. It doesn’t happen in your book, instead, the two of you go after Nina, find some dirt on her and turn the tables right at her, you finish your degree and move in with him at the end, getting the happy ending you never got to see. In the midst of the shock and excitement, he doesn't even realize how you wrote about Nina as if you knew what happened. It completely flies over his head.

Two, you changed his name to Harris Edwards. Not too creative, he thinks, way too close to his real name for his liking, you even turned his middle name into a last name, but at least you took the effort to not out him straight up. You changed your name as well just as everyone else’s, you even wrote Niall into the story too, Harry could point out who your characters were made after easily.

Three, your writing is amazing. He always knew you were good and despite the circumstances he has read it under, he can’t deny that you deserve to be a published author. He is proud of you for the hard work you must have put into it, especially after the way things ended between the two of you. It must have been such an emotional challenge to write it when the real story ended so sadly.

Four, the book is very spicy. Contains a lot of the actual things you did in the bedroom and it took him right down memory lane, memories resurfaced he’s been trying so hard to keep buried deep inside him. You wrote it all so well, he thought he went back in time and relived everything for the second time.

By the time he finishes the book he knows he’ll find you, though he has no idea how he will execute it and how it will go down. He just knows he needs to see you. If not for anything else, he has to find out if it was you who sent him the book or someone else is messing with him, but if not you, then who?

Niall invites Harry to watch a movie together to wind down after a long day and he joins him on the couch, but he can barely process what the film is about. All he can think about is possibly seeing you again on Friday.

Just about 24 hours ago he was determined to forget and move on, he wanted to gain back control over his life and leave the pain and hurt behind, but then the book showed up and now he took a 180 and you’re on his mind every waking moment.

“Are you feeling alright?” Niall snaps him out of his thoughts and Harry realizes the end credits are rolling and he has no idea what happened in the two hours long movie they just watched.

“What? Oh, yeah, what do you mean?” Harry clears his throat, busying himself with grabbing the empty popcorn bowl and he heads into the kitchen to wash it, Niall following him right behind.

“You were zoned out the whole time. Hard day?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Or maybe something happened?” he investigates, knowing his friend well enough that there must be something else behind his behavior.

Harry hesitates, standing with his back facing Niall so he can’t see the uncertainty on his face. He thinks about telling him about the book and his plans of seeing Y/N, but then he decides to keep it all to himself.

“Nothing happened. I’m just tired,” he answers and Niall waits a few heartbeats before accepting his words.

“Alright. Just know that I’m here if you want to talk about anything. I mean I’m not a therapist but I’ve heard that I’m a good listener.”

“Thanks,” Harry chuckles.

Harry waits until he hears Niall closing his bedroom door as if his friend could barge into his room any moment when in reality Niall doesn’t even come close to his door, he respects Harry’s privacy fully. Then he pulls out the book and starts reading it again, a rush of adrenaline and deep nostalgia washing over him as he relives his most precious memories with you through your story. He stays up late just to get to the part where he confesses his love for you, an evening he still thinks about every day, often wishing he could go back in time and just stay in that moment forever. Have you in his arms as you danced, he still remembers the scent of your perfume, the way you looked at him when said those three words. He can still feel the panic that took over him when you didn’t answer right away and he thought it was too soon.

But then you said you loved him and he could fly right in that moment, because he had everything he wished for in life.

That was the last time he felt truly happy. It’s just been pain and misery since then, even when he was with Joanna. Because secretly he was still aching to be with you.

He falls asleep with the book in hands and when his alarm goes off in the morning he feels like a truck just ran him over. It takes him several minutes to blink his dreams away that were obviously about you, he turns the alarm off and grabs the book from his chest, closing it and taking a few seconds to just stare up at the ceiling.

He is so fucked. But at this point he knows he needs to see you.

He takes Friday off, knowing well he wouldn’t be able to focus on anything all day. Denise takes over the meeting he was supposed to have so Harry can stay at home and mentally prepare for the signing.

He is a total wreck all morning, just keeps pacing around, checking the article about the signing every 30 minutes to see if it didn’t get canceled and he changes his mind about going there every five minutes.

Part of him knows that if he wants to move on, he can’t go there. Seeing you would set him back to the start and though he hasn’t made much progress since parting ways with you, he would definitely go back to zero the moment he lays eyes on you.

But another part of him is telling him that it’s a sign. That the universe wants him to meet you again and he tries to convince himself it could even serve as a closure he never got. Maybe you won’t scream at him to leave, maybe you’ll have an actual conversation with him and he gets to tell you the truth he had to keep from you three years ago.

He gets dressed and leaves way too early, but he just can’t stay home another minute, he’s way too restless and anxious. He keeps his shaking hands tucked into his pockets as he takes the subway to the bookstore that’s gonna hold the signing.

He arrives thirty minutes before the article said the doors would open for the fans and guests. When he sees the store as he takes the corner, his heart skips a beat because it’s the closest he’s been to you in what feels like forever.

Are you already there? Or maybe you haven’t arrived yet. What is he gonna say? Will you throw him out?

In the middle of his countless panic attacks throughout the day he forgot to actually figure out what he wants to tell you when you’re face to face with him again.

That he still loves you, the tiny voice in the back of his mind screams, but he is quick to push it down. He can’t tell you that after not seeing you for three years.

He is lingering on the street a few buildings away from the store, slowly creeping closer as he builds up his courage, the book hidden in his bag, practically burning by his side and for a moment he feels like he is actually having a heart attack. When he is standing in front of the bakery that’s next door to the bookshop, he is trying to calm down his breathing when it finally happens.

He wasn’t paying attention to the people coming and going so he missed when you appeared in front of the shop and when he sees you, he completely freezes and you take his breath away.

You got even more gorgeous if that’s possible. Wearing a pair of nude heels, your body is wrapped in a tight black dress with a green coat thrown over your shoulders, your hair in a stylish blowout, you look so elegant and bright, it’s evident it’s you, but you also seem like a whole different person.

You have your purse in one hand and your phone in the other, it seems like you’re looking for someone and for a split second Harry thinks that you’re trying to find him. He is about to take a step towards you and wave to catch your eyes, but then a whole different scene unwraps in front of his eyes that leaves him shattered.

A little girl runs up to you, not older than two, Harry thinks, she is wearing a little pink dress and a white coat, giggling sweetly as she holds her hands out to you. When you see her, you squat down and catch the toddler just in time for her to crash into your arms. You’re all smiles as you take her into your arms and stand up, the girl holding onto your neck with so much trust.

Harry’s mouth goes dry as the possibilities run through his mind. Is that your daughter? There’s a good chance, she looks small enough to be born after you broke up, but with the length of the pregnancy it had to happen not long after it. Did you move on that fast? Maybe you were already dating someone else when Harry saw you at your graduation, maybe you were even pregnant… Or what if it’s his child? The thought crosses his mind and he is just about to faint, but before he could continue his train of thoughts, another person enters the scene he is witnessing.

A tall, dark haired guy walks up to you with a wide grin and Harry feels his stomach drop before he even reaches you. His hand slides to the small of your back as he leans in and kisses you, the little girl clapping at the intimate moment and Harry is seconds away from fainting.

He has no doubt that’s your daughter and that guy is at least your boyfriend if not your husband. He suddenly regrets coming here, how could he even think for a minute that you’re just as miserable without him as he is without you? You moved on and found your happiness without him.

The man takes the girl from your arms and heads into the shop and you’re just about to go after them when you finally see Harry standing only a few feet away from you. Your eyes meet and Harry sees the sheer shock that takes over your whole existence as you stare at him.

Harry takes a few steps towards you, he has no idea what’s controlling him right now as he exhales sharply.

“Y/N, hey,” he breathes out, still unsure what your reaction will be, he is standing now in an arm’s distance from you, he could touch you if he reached out, but he keeps his hands by his side. He can’t read anything from your eyes and he wonders if it’s because you’ve grown into a person he doesn’t know anymore.

And then you finally speak up.

“Harry? What are you doing here?”

EARLIER THIS MORNING

You feel like a total creep sitting in the armchair in the corner of the bedroom, watching Derek sleeping peacefully in bed as the morning Sun starts to peek from behind the horizon. Another sleepless night, being up before the Sun because you’d rather lose sleep than let your mind wander to a place you don’t want to see in your dreams. You can’t really remember the last time you had a good night sleep.

Today is a big day, it’s your first ever book signing and you’ve been so excited all week, but also afraid that no one would show up even with the sale numbers your agent sent you after the book hit the stores on and offline.

It still feels so unreal that you have your book published. You’re an author now. A published author.

Standing from the armchair you let your boyfriend sleep some more as you head into the bathroom to freshen up and wash away all your doubts about today. It’s bittersweet, because you’re proud of what you’ve accomplished, but the art you created will always remind you of a time in your life you still hold so much grudge over, even years later.

You stand in the spacious walk-in shower and let the water stream down on your face and hair, the steam fogging up the glass and you close your eyes, imagining a version of this day that’s completely different, another, parallel universe.

In that universe you never meet Derek. You don’t need to meet him, because you’re with someone else, a man you once loved, or at least you thought you loved. In that universe you’d wake up tangled in the sheets, tattooed arms wrapped around you as Harry would kiss the back of your neck, calling you sweet names, making sure you’re as happy in the morning as possible.

You’d have a shower together, then have breakfast and you’d part ways with the promise of meeting up before the signing. Because he would be your biggest fan and the first person in line to get his copy signed, the copy he insisted on buying, because he didn’t want one for free, he wanted to pay for it. You’d have dinner together after the signing to celebrate you and then have some wild and passionate sex in the home you’ve been sharing for a while now.

But this universe is not your universe. You haven’t seen Harry in three years, since the day he walked out of your life and you definitely don’t intend to see him again either.

However even after all these years, you still can’t help but think about the life you’d have had with him.

You let out a shaky breath and finish your shower, pushing your thoughts about Harry to the back of your mind. When you walk out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around you, Derek is already up, sitting on the edge of the bed, typing on his phone.

You met him through a colleague from the marketing company you still work for, because you don’t aspire to make a career as an author, you doubt you’ll ever publish anything else and you love your job as a statistician, the job you wanted all along. The two of you were set up on a blind date and it started off smoothly, felt right and exactly like a healthy relationship. You moved in together six months ago and just last week you found a ring box hidden in the bag he keeps his tools. You just wanted to fix one of the cupboards in the kitchen and needed a screwdriver, Derek was away visiting his sister and he rightfully thought it was a good hiding spot for the ring.

But you didn’t quite react the way one would expect upon the discovery that your boyfriend is planning to propose to you. Your instinct told you to run and panic washed over you. But then you took some time and put the ring back to where you found it, needing time to think everything through. Derek returned the next day and you pretended like nothing happened, but it’s been eating you alive from the inside.

With each passing day you realize more and more that you don’t want to marry him and it scares you. It scares you to death, because he is the best thing that could happen to you after the pain you went through, yet you still can’t get yourself to accept and love him the way he deserves.

“Hey babe, good morning,” he smiles when he sees you, a bright smile on his face as he stands from the bed and stepping closer he kisses your cheek sweetly.

“Morning, hope I didn’t wake you up,” you say, walking over to the dresser to get yourself a pair of clean panties and a bra.

“No, I had an alarm set. Have to be in the office early so I can make it this afternoon.”

“Oh!” you breathe out. See, this is what a good boyfriend does, he reschedules his day to be there to support you. Yet you feel no thrill hearing his words.

Something must be wrong with you.

Derek takes the bathroom and you start brewing your morning coffee while getting dressed. You’re taking just a half day today, your boss is very supportive of your book luckily, she just wanted a signed copy in exchange and she said yes to letting you go this afternoon.

You have a quick breakfast together with Derek, it’s nice and sweet, perfectly balanced, he kisses you goodbye before leaving and yet you still feel empty inside when you’re left alone in the apartment you are sharing with the man you’re supposed to love.

Work keeps you busy in the noon, it takes your mind off of everything that’s been bugging you, no surprise it’s been your coping mechanism the past few years. Every time you felt like the clouds were gathering above you, you simply jumped into working yourself to the fullest until you felt like you could deal with your problems.

“What are you still doing here?”

Your boss, Kelly appears in your office’s door, snapping you out of the zone where you went while doing your latest report.

“Oh, just finishing this up quickly so I can send it over to the graphics team,” you sigh, still typing away on your computer as you speak, handling the immense amount of data.

“Nope, you are not finishing anything, you’ve been off the clock for an hour!” she walks in and ruthlessly shuts your laptop down as you pull your hands back in surrender. “Also, where the hell is my signed copy?” she asks pretending to be offended. Chuckling you reach for your bag and grab the one you brought specifically for her.

She smiles brightly as you open in and grab a pen to leave a sweet message for her.

“To my wonderful boss, Kelly! Thank you for believing in me and not firing me! Love, Y/N”

You hand her the book and watch her with a smile as she reads your lines before cackling wholeheartedly.

“Now, you better be out of here before I do fire you!” And with that she is out of there.

You just chuckle as you gather your things and pop into her office before leaving. You find her already reading the book hiding behind her computer.

“Y/N, this is already amazing! I can’t believe you came up with this!” she sighs in amusement. You chuckle awkwardly as you nod.

“Yeah. I came up with it,” you murmur under your breath before turning around and leaving.

On your way home to change, you keep thinking about the story you published. It’s been your greatest dilemma, publishing something that’s based on true events and aside from the names you didn’t change too much. Mostly the ending. You’ve asked your friends if you could have them in it and they gave you their blessing, but there is one person you couldn’t bring yourself to contact whether he is okay with making an appearance in the book. You thought about calling him and asking for his blessing as well several times, but you couldn’t actually get yourself to do it.

And you’re convinced he’ll never find out about it.

You do your hair and makeup, change into the black dress you bought just for today and pair it with your favorite emerald green coat before heading out to grab a late lunch with Ramona. Walking into the restaurant you spot her right away and not just because she is glowing as always, but because her mini-me is giggling loudly as always.

Ramona and Dean found out they were expecting the fall following your graduation. It was unexpected but truly a blessing. They moved their wedding earlier so they were married by the time they welcomed baby Astrid to their family and you’ve been on aunt duty ever since, you love that little girl like she is your own.

“There is my favorite girl!” you grin down at Astrid as you approach the table, the curly haired rascal is sitting on Ramona’s lap, busy with the pattern of the table cloth but as soon as she lays her eyes on you, she bursts out into uncontrollable giggles as if you just told her the best joke to ever exist.

“I hope you meant that to me,” Ramona scoffs, holding her little one with one arm while she reaches for the water on the table with the other hand that’s not full of Astrid.

“Well, she came from you, so it’s close,” you chuckle as you take Astrid from her lap, give her cheek a big smooch and take your seat, keeping her on your thighs. She is quick to go back to admiring the floral print on the table cloth again. The waiter arrives and you quickly order, already knowing what you want because you come here often enough to know what’s good on the menu.

“Excited?” Ramona asks, wiggling her eyebrows at you as you hand Astrid back to her, because she’s been nonstop talking to her, though you understood barely half of what she was saying. Astrid is very talkative, but her language can be understood fully only by her parents at this point.

“More like… shocked,” you chuckle, crossing a leg over the other.

“Don’t be like that, you worked hard for this!”

“No, I just… channeled my pain into a book that turned out to be good,” you correct her with a weak smile. And instantly, you feel the bitterness you felt just this morning returning. Ramona can’t be fooled, she notices it right away.

“Are you still thinking about him?” she asks quietly. You purse your lips, reach for your lemonade and take a sip before nodding.

“Every fucking day,” you whisper, so Astrid doesn’t pick up the curse word. Last thing you need is to have her running around, screaming ‘fucking’.

“Babe, you know I’m on your side, but it’s been so long. Don’t you think you should do something about it?”

Ramona is the only one who knows how much you still ache after Harry, even after three years. You thought that talking about it with someone might help, but it didn’t but now at least you have someone who knows about your deepest issues.

“And what exactly?” you sigh.

“I don’t know. Maybe you could start with telling your boyfriend that you just published a book about your ex he doesn’t even know exists.”

Yeah, that’s another little detail you haven’t been able to take care of. You tried so hard to forget about Harry that you ended up never even mentioning him to Derek, not even when you were specifically talking about exes. And because of all of this he has no idea that your book is not fiction but a story from your own life you lived through. As far as Derek knows, it’s all made up. Now, all this time later, how would you even tell him?

Hey babe, there is something I haven’t told you about. That book I wrote? Yeah, that’s about me and my ex. I dated my college professor who then totally fucked me over and now I think I will never be over him. But I love you, babe, what do you want for dinner?

It’s a joke. Your whole life feels like a joke. You just don’t find it funny most of the time.

“I found a ring,” you confess. It’s the first time you speak about it, you thought if you just kept it to yourself it would become less real.

“A ring? What ring?”

“Ling?”Astrid asks, chiming into the conversation. “What’s ling?”

“Ring, baby. This is a ring,” Ramona smiles down at her showing her own hand with her wedding band and engagement ring on it. “So what ring? Like in his pocket or something? Is he cheating on you?” she asks, keeping her voice down.

“No,” you roll your eyes. “An engagement ring. He hid it between his tools, found it about a week ago.”

“Oh my God! That’s great! He is planning to propose!” she squeaks happily, but you can’t get yourself to share her excitement. She is quick to notice your lack of enthusiasm and realizes what it’s about. “Oh. You don’t want him to propose, right?”

“Am I a bad person?” you sigh in pain.

“What? No! You’re just going through a rough patch, that’s it.”

“A rough patch that’s been going on for three years,” you mumble under your breath as you fold your arms on your chest. The waiter arrives with the food and Ramona puts Astrid into the highchair, giving her the fries she ordered for her.

“Maybe this is a sign that you should change something in your life. Or do something differently.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugs. “Have you thought about contacting him? Maybe having a chat would help you get closure. Get the answers you’ve been looking for.”

“I don’t want to talk to him,” you say, but you both know it’s a lie. “I don’t want to have someone in my life who hurt me intentionally.”

“But what if you don’t know the whole story?”

“Don’t come with this again, Ram,” you groan, already knowing where this is heading. Ramona has been convinced Harry didn’t tell you the truth when he left you. She told you several times that there must have been something else behind his motives, something he kept hidden from you.

“What? I’m just saying! It was all so sus!”

“Sus! So sus!” Astrid repeats after her before stuffing a fry into her mouth and you let out a small chuckle. She is the carbon copy of Ramona, that’s for sure.

“You always said how sudden the change was and you didn’t know what happened, I do believe something happened, he just couldn’t tell you or something.”

“Well, he should have. It’s not my problem he was an asshole and couldn’t be honest to me,” you quip back bitterly as you dig into your food.

“Very asshole,” Astrid shakes her head and you both gasp, Ramona’s hands going to cover her ears as you stare at each other over her head.

“I’m sorry!” you laugh as Astrid just continues eating without a care.

“If she turns out to be a criminal, it’ll be your fault,” she jokes, making the both of you laugh and just like that, Harry is dropped, but only from the conversation.

However, he always lingers in your mind.

It’s past three by the time you finish at the restaurant, time flies by fast when you’re with Ramona, gossiping just like when you were freshmen in college. The three of you head out to pick up Dean and then make your way to the signing since you have to be there earlier. When you’re on your way to the shop Derek texts you that he’ll meet you there and it seems like you’ll arrive around the same time.

When Dean parks almost right in front of the bookstore you leave them behind as they grab Astrid from her seat and her bag they always bring around. You walk up to the shop and look around searching for Derek, but Astrid calls out for you before you could spot him.

“Aunty Y/N!” she giggles, her little pink dress flowing after her as she smashes into your arms.

“Are you excited?” you ask her grinning. “I’ll get you a new book, how does that sound?”

“Yes!” she cheers just when you see Derek walking towards the two of you.

“Hey there, ladies,” he smirks before leaning closer he kisses you and you try your best to keep your demons locked in the back of your mind and just enjoy this major milestone in your life with the people that are the most important for you.

“Hi, you look nice,” you smile at him, seeing that he’s probably changed too after work.

“Not as good as the star of today. Want to head inside? Saw Dean and Ram, they said they will join us in a minute, Dean was on the phone.”

“Oh okay,” you nod and Dean takes Astrid from you, heading inside with her in his arms and just when you’re about to follow them inside your whole world collapses around you as your eyes meet a pair of familiar green irises.

At first you think you’re just hallucinating, that your mind is playing a dirty game with you, making you see him just a few feet away from you, but as the seconds pass you have to realize that it’s Harry and he is really standing there.

He seems just as shocked as you are and you immediately notice the changes in him. His hair looks outgrown and he is sporting a soft stubble that makes him appear older. His style hasn’t changed much though, he still likes to dress like a grandpa but he is the only person who can make it look so hot and you hate yourself for thinking how good he still looks.

For a second you’re not sure if you’ll start crying or screaming or maybe you might just walk away without a word. You stand there, completely frozen and in shock, and a shiver runs down your spine when he steps closer.

“Y/N, hey,” he speaks up softly and you still have no idea what you’ll do or say. It’s like your mind has gone completely blank but it’s also jammed with a million thoughts.

And then you finally answer him.

“Harry? What are you doing here?”

NEXT PART

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faeaura · 2 years

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For the celebration, can you do something with the euphoria characters and life after high school ?

the after life — euphoria characters.

rue: starting with rue like always, i think she’d give college a try. i see her sending applications to two universities; the lesser known community college that’s about twenty minutes away from her house, and one to yale, basically winging it. to her surprise, she gets accepted into both, but chooses the community campus because she’s scared to be so far away from home. it’s no secretly that she’s bright, and i see her studying psychology.

maddy: as said in the show, maddy doesn’t really have any big aspirations so i see her taking the fashion influencer route. get ready with me videos on youtube and shein hauls on tiktok. i see some really big name brands like fashion nova or princess polly reaching out to her too.

cassie: therapy—and no, im not joking. this girl needed a healing years ago so i feels like once she graduates from high school, she starts focusing on herself. i think she would go to a womens support group too! i see a lot of older women reaching out to her offering their help. cassie would move out her childhood home and into an apartment of her own. i see her with pets, maybe a collie? a girl, who’d she name hallie (haha). this blonde babe would definitely be in her 🧘🏼‍♀️💧🥑🦋 🌈 🌊 era. and there’s a possibility that she could slowly ween herself back into ice skating. i sure hope so.

lexi: in my book, lexi will be getting her farmhouse family dream with fezco! i see them looking for empty barn houses on craigslist and would something in lavender valley, a small town in upstate california. fez would put his money together and they would move out there, bringing all of their valuable belongings with them. kind of like eloping? they’d get cute animals like the curly haired brown cows, sheep, chickens—even pigs! horses too, imagine lexi in her equestrian girl era?

jules: remember what happened in her special episode? i see her going back to new york to peruse her career as an artist, that girl can draw a wall down. her smile would be so wide the day she sees one of her paintings in a museum, so cute! she would not shut up about it and i don’t blame her. i also see her having a part time job at a tattoo parlor, specifically the ones at st. marks place. i think they would be happy to have her service in their shops.

kat: like maddy, i think kat would take the social media route and have her own podcast called MERRY FUCKING KILL. kill, as in hitting the bullseye on topics such as sex, identity issues/body image issue, sexual orientation, & etc. i see lexi joining in on these podcasts too, i have a feeling they’d grow closer after high school.

elliot: he would eventually come out of his shell and form his own band—with less songs like little star. shorter ones too, i may add. he’d be so excited seeing himself on the digital billboards in NYC or seeing himself on those spotify playlists like new music friday, pop rising, etc.

fez: i see him living his best farm life with lexi, letting go of the dealer life and everything with it. he’d go from selling pills to selling eggs and wool.

nate—bonus!: saved the absolute worst for last, nate jacobs would finally be serving time in prison. a few little birdies (👩🏽‍🦱👱🏼‍♀️👩🏼👩🏻) pitched in and sent some anonymous tips to the san jose police department with ‘legitimate proof’ (whatever that means) and timelines of each every crime he’s committed since junior year. he was arrested in the middle of whole foods while shopping for his mom, and has a court date coming up next week.

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Playing truth or dare with college!Peter and MJ dares you to give him a (private) lap dance

This turned out to be much longer than expected

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Warnings : SMUT! (Lap dance?ish?kind of? i went a bit of script im sorry, thigh riding, grinding, dirty talk, dom!peter, innocence kink, corruption kink?, masterbation, oral[male rec], mild degrading), alcohol consumption, everyone is 18+, kinda fluffy in the beginning but we do be getting smutty real quick tho, MJ being your personal wing woman

Also please dont take drinks from strangers this is fiction and not real life, always drink responsibly :)))

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Behind Doors

Fratboy!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

You tried to keep your staring to a minimum, you really did. But how could you when he stood in the middle of the crowd, glowing like an angel amongst everyone. He was laughing with his friends, his head tilted back with his eyes squeezed shut and a smile that could make anyone's day so much brighter. You wanted nothing more but to run your hands through his floppy brown hair bouncing on his head as he told his mates a story, his facial and hand movements lively when he moved them around, accentuating the words falling from his mouth.

His fit didn’t help either. A tight white t-shirt paired with blue jeans and a gold chain that hung from his neck, begging to be played with in any way. It was simplistic but made you swoon all the same. His muscles printed through the fabric didn’t help much either, his biceps almost tearing through the sleeves a mouth watering contrast to his cheerful face.

It was like staring at a greek god that radiated puppy dog energy.

“You’re not being subtle you know,” MJ whispered into you ear nudging your side with her elbow, “Just go talk to him,”

You shook your head, heat rising to your face as you averted your eyes from the brown eyed boy, turning to face your best friend, “You know i can’t do that,”

“Not with that you aren’t,” she pointed at the red solo cup you held in your hand filled halfway with orange juice. She quickly snatched the cup away from you, dumping the contents in the grass of the backyard.

“Hey!” You gasped, but made no effort to stop her.

“You need to loosen up,” she stabbed her finger into the middle of your chest, shoving her drink into your hands, “All of it, now,”

You took the cup hesitantly swirling the contents inside around for a bit, watching as the liquid moved smoothly around the sides of the plastic. You looked back up at MJ, feeling small when she stared you down with a stern look. You knew you weren’t finding a way out of this one.

“Fine,” you grumbled before tilting your head back, chugging the alcohol down. You let out a few coughs afterwards, giggling as MJ started to cheer.

“That’s my girl!” She wrapped her arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her side, “Now for about five more,”

Two hours and four drinks later, or maybe it was six you weren't keeping count, the party finally started to die down. The liquor running through your system did its job well in letting you loosen up so you could enjoy the party without being distracted by a certain brown haired boy.

You had lost MJ halfway through the night, your mind finally processing that she wasn’t by your side when you reached for her to dance with you. As you busied yourself by looking around the room, you felt someone place their hand on your lower back, sending shivers up your spine with the touch. You whipped your head around, expecting your equity intoxicated friend but only to be met with the same brown eyes you’ve been fawning over at the beginning of the night.

“Hey,” he said into your ear so that you heard it over all the noise. He moved his hand off your back after he got your attention. You tried your best to keep the tiny whine from escaping your throat at the loss of his touch. The free feeling you felt with the alcohol completely vanished with the sound of his voice turning you into that shy nerd all over again.

“Looking for someone?” He said, pushing the tips of his fingers into the front pockets of his pants.

You stood speechless, you mouth agape that Peter Parker, the Peter Parker was talking to you. MJ was wrong, no amount of alcohol could’ve prepared you for the moment. At least you didn't scurry away like a mouse like you would’ve if you were fully sober.

“I- uh,” you coughed, trying to get some words out but failing miserably.

“Sorry, It’s just I saw you looking around,” he scratched the back of his neck, chuckling at your flustered state. His cheeks starting to turn a light pink which made you swoon even harder, “I assume you’re looking for MJ, since you were with her for most of the night,”

“Oh, right,” you mumbled, laughing awkwardly, looking down to the ground, “How did you know I was with her?”

“You guys are always together!” He smiled showing off his pearly whites, “Around campus you know? I’ve seen you guys together in my classes as well,”

“You noticed me?” You whispered, mainly to yourself but he managed to pick up your words, making you even more embarrassed than before.

“Of course!” He passed his hand through his hair, looking straight into your eyes, “How could I not Y/n?”

You stood speechless, your mouth opening and closing as if you wanted to say something but changed your mind last minute. Millions of thoughts ran through your brain per second, the most frequent being your name rolling off his tongue.

“Anyways, uh, the main reason i came was to bring you to MJ,” he chuckled nervously, seeming just as flustered as you, “She’s in one of the spare bedrooms with some of the boys, we’re playing a good ole’ game of truth and dare,” he voice raised adorably, making you giggle lightly, “You don’t need to join or anything, but i don’t think you would want to be alone out here,”

“Yeah!” you replied a bit to quickly, shaking your head at your enthusiasm, “I mean, yeah, I would like to join you,”

“Sick!” He smiled brightly, grabbing your hand. Your eyes widened at the action as he pulled you through the crowd, you looked down at the ground, allowing him to maneuver you around the mass of bodies.

“Just so you don’t get lost,” he said, looking back at you, pointing out your intertwined hands.

“Of course!” You said back, holding back your squeals of excitement.

You were honestly surprised with how sweet he was acting towards you. Despite his status as part of the biggest frat on campus, his reputation upholded him as the good boy of the group, the one who helped old lady’s across the street or bought lunch for you when you didn't have the money. Sure, you saw this on multiple occasions but to experience it for yourself was a nice change, and just solidified your crush on him even more.

When he reached the stairway vacant of anybody, he still didn't let go of your hand, only tightening his fingers around yours. He walked down the dark hallway and approached a door ,giving you a reassuring smile before turning the knob and pushing it open, revealing around eight or nine people. Some laid on the bed, beers in hand as they laughed while others sat on the couch. You spotted MJ on the floor, laughing with Harry Osborn.

“Who’s the chick Parker?” One of the boys said, silencing the room and putting everyone's attention on you.

“This is Y/n,” he gestured towards you, “Y/n, everyone,” Peter finally let go of your hand, popped himself on the edge of the bed, picking up a beer from the side table and nodding his head at the empty space besides him.

You looked towards MJ panicked, but all she did was mouth ‘go’ with a shit eating grin. You sneered back at her, rolling your eyes as you walked up to the bed, bending your right leg back to sit on your calf while the other dangled over the edge.

“You’ll be fine, don’t worry,” Peter leaned into your ear, whispering gently, “Again, you don’t have to do anything you don’t have to,”

You pouted at his actions, melting at the fact that he was so observant with you. You looked down at his beer, before looking back up at him. If you were going to get through the rest of the night, you needed to be absolutely wasted.

“Do you have another beer?” You asked him, pointed to his bottle.

“You could just have mine,” he offered his drink, passing it off to you.

You bit your lip, taking a long swig of the liquid, “Thank you,”

Before the both of you could converse any longer, a girl with short blond hair you knew from English, called out from the corner, “Okay, okay, who wants to go next?”

“I think Y/n should go,” flash said, holding up his bottle towards you, “She’s the new one isn’t she?”

Peter looked at you, silently asking if you needed him to say anything. But you decided to take things into your own hands for the first time that night.

“Yeah, I’ll go,” you said, taking another swig of beer.

“Alright Y/n,” Harry said smugly, leaning back on his forearm, “Truth or dare?”

You thought about it for a bit, missing the smug look on MJ’s face as you muttered, “Dare”

“I dare you to give Peter a lap dance,” she said immediately, leaning back as she held in her laugh at your washed out face, “I mean we could send you to the other room if you want more privacy,”

You sat speechless and once again wanted to melt into the sheets beneath you. You felt Peter’s hand wrap around yours, giving him your attention.

“Only if you want to,” he muttered, giving you a soft smile.

“I-,” you took a deep breath, trying to gather the little confidence you had left, “Which room?”

Hollers and shouts bounced off the walls, as everyone hyped both of you up. Peter stood, pulling you up with him, leading you out the room.

“Take as much time as you need!” You heard MJ shout after you before the door closed, leaving you and Peter alone once again.

Your heart pounded inside your chest as Peter guided you once again to another room. You gulped, wondering if you had made the right decision so give a lap dance to your crush. He didn’t say anything as he knocked on a door, opening it when he didn't hear any noise come from the room.

“After you,” he said politely.

“Thank you,” you said shyly, walking to the middle of the room.

Peter closed the door behind him, leaning against the wood, “Sooooo,” he dragged looking you up and down, “I- uh, didn't expect you to say yes,”

“Me neither,” you chuckled, looking down to the floor.

“I mean if you don’t want to, it’s just a silly bet,” Peter said, fiddling with his fingers.

“Do-,” you coughed, “Do you want me too?”

“It’s up to you really,”

“But would you mind if i-“

“I mean I wouldn’t be against it-,”

You both laughed nervously falling into silence after that. You looked around the room, finding interest with everything besides him. You were fidgety, playing with your fingers while tapping your foot on the floor rapidly to calm your nerves. It was stupid, you’ve been dreaming about him for so long, and now that you were finally in a room together you clamed up, not knowing what to do in his presence.

Peter on the other hand kept his gaze on you, his eyes racking your body up and down. He wasn't going to lie to himself and say that he’d never thought of this moment, the moment where you and him were finally together, in a room, all alone.

You were different from the girls he was used to in the frat. You were untouched, well to his knowledge, you were a clean slate and from the small confrontations he’s had with you, he could tell you were obedient too.

He wanted so bad to just have his way with you, to absolutely ravish you like he did in his dreams. But he wanted to savour it. After so long of watching you pin over him, purely to feed his ego, he was ready to take things to the next level and what better way than with a good lap dance. Sure he was the good guy, both as himself and as his alternate persona as a hero, but when it comes to you, all his morals were thrown out the window.

Besides, you were both intoxicated and he didn't want your first time together to be at a stupid party in a room he was barely familiar with.

After a few more seconds of silence, Peter decided to take things into his own hands, to make his fantasy a reality, or to just get it started at least. He was the first to make a move, walking right up to you, taking your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to look at him while his other hand made its way to the side of your waist, pulling you closer.

“Y/n?” He asked, swiping his thumb across your lips. He may have an unhealthy obsession with them but it didnt matter because in the next few moments he would make them his, “I’m not stupid you know,”

You blinked rapidly, tilting your head to the side at his statement, confused and slightly hurt.

Peter only chuckled, slipping his thumb between your lips for a split second before pulling it back out and resting it back on your plump lip, testing the waters, “I said i noticed you, and when I mean I noticed you,” he leaned forward, placing his lips near your ear, “I meant everything, down to the constant heart eyes,”

You held your breath, not knowing how to feel, what to think. Peter Parker, the Peter Parker, was standing in front of you, playing with your lips with such close proximity, telling you that he was aware of your existence. That there was a chance that he might feel the same way about you.

You had to remind yourself that this was just a bet, that he didn’t mean anything he was saying. He was only doing it because he had to. Even if he was a sweet boy by heart, he still had a reputation for sleeping around, that to him you were just another girl to add to his collection.

But when he pushed his thumb into your mouth, you knew you'd fall victim as well.

“Mhh,” he hummed, “such a good girl, just like i knew you’d be,” suddenly, he pulled his thumb out of your mouth and sat back down on the bed, pulling you to straddle his lap, “Now, i believe you have a dare to fulfill,”

“I- uh,” you stuttered, hesitantly placing your hands on his shoulder as you settled into his hold.

“You’ve never done this before, have you princess?” Peter mumbled, hovering his lips over yours.

“i-,” you shook your head, lost for words when he called you princess.

He hummed, one of his hands gripping your waist while the other laided on your cheek, rubbing the soft skin with his thumb, “Let’s start off slow then,” his thumb moved to your mouth once more, playing with the bottom lip. You sat frozen, letting him take control. You didn't trust your body to move, you could barely even talk.

“I’ve always wondered what it was like to kiss these perfect lips,” he whispered, moving to kiss your neck, trailing his way up to the corner of your mouth, “I’d imagine you’ve though the same,”

You nodded, tightening your hold on his shoulders. Peter laughed, his breath hot on your face.

“You’re going to need to say something if you want me to continue princess,”

“Yes,” you squeaked, clearing your throat, embarrassed by your quick response, “Yes, I-uh, I’ve thought about this, yeah,”

“Hmm, good,” he mumbled before finally latching his lips on yours, keeping your face close with his hand.

His lips were rougher that you imagined, probably from constantly licking them for most of the night. But the more you kissed, your mouths opening and closing with each other like its own dance, the more wet and lustful it became. You could feel your body begin to relax into his, melting into the warmth. His confidence only grew with the soft moans escaping your mouth, quickly slipping his tongue inside when your lips parted, exploring your mouth with vigour and purpose.

Your breath hitched in response, using your own tongue to match his movements and tangling it with his, fighting for dominance you were sure he was going to win. Your fingers ran through his hair, tugging at the short curls at the base of his neck, smiling when he groaned into your mouth. You beamed at him when you finally pulled away, a string of spit connected your lips.

“This seems more than just a lap dance,” you let out a shaky sigh, resting your forehead against his.

He chuckled, using his hands to bring your hips closer to his crotch, your dress rolling further up around your waist.

“Then what are you waiting for,” he said cockily, leaning back on his forearms, looking back at you expectantly.

You let out a breath, readjusting yourself on his lap before moving your hips slowly. Your pussy barely made contact with his now hard cock poking through his jeans, teasing it ever once in a while when your panties brushed the tent. You smirked, despite not knowing what the hell you were doing, it seemed like you were doing a decent job.

“Don’t get to cocky princess,” he groaned, squeezing your waist tightly, “You forget that I’m the one in charge here,”

You bit your lip, muttering a soft sorry.

He hummed, nudging his nose with yours, “Let me help you then,”

He grasped your hips, pulling your it closer to his crotch, grinding it against your core. You let him guide you with his hands, following his lead supporting yourself with your own hands clutching on to his shoulder.

He let out a long sigh, his head falling back. You took that as the queue to grind faster, enjoying the effect you had on him with such a simple movement. Your confidence grew with the noises escaping his throat along with the occasional praise only fueling your need.

In a rush of the moment, you moved your hands to the back of his neck, pulling him into a needy kiss. It was much more sloppier and messier than the previous one, your focus more on moving your hips than keeping your lips in sync with his.

But you wanted more. As much as you enjoyed Peter’s eyes trailing your body, his hands exploring your waist and the angelic look on his face, you couldn't help but wonder if it stopped there. If you could make his moans louder, his hips jut against your with need, just as much as you needed him.

After a few more moments, an idea popped into your head with the faint sound of music coming from downstairs.

“Peter,” you decided to purr in your ear, biting your lip when his eyes fluttered open, dark and filled with lust.

“Yes princess,” He cooed, moving his hands back to your waist while keeping eye contact, brushing his lips over yours. But before he could fully kiss you, you pulled away, giggling at the little whine he let out.

“What is it?” he pouted, rolling his eyes when you didn’t respond, only biting your lip in thought. He grabbed your jaw, focussing your gaze back on him, “You were being such a good girl, what happened hmm?”

“I- I have an idea,” you gulped, the confidence you felt seconds ago melting away under his stare, “Do you have a speaker?”

He nodded his head, pointed to a desk in the corner with a small black speaker sitting on top. You smirked, hopping off his lap and running to the box. Peter leaned back on hands, watching with curious eyes as you pulled out your phone from your jacket pocket, tapping it open and typing in your password.

“What’s going through that head of your princess,” he mumbled, but loud enough for you to hear.

You only giggled in response, playing around with the speaker to turn in on. After a few more seconds of fiddling, you spun around with your phone in hand and a teasing smile on your face. Your finger pressed down on the screen, the room filling with the song Love Is A Bitch by Two Feet.

He scoffed, “And here I am thinking you were just an innocent little thing,”

You bit your lip, looking down shyly and placing your phone on the table, your back facing him, “I just wanted to set the mood,”

“Was grinding down on me not enough?” he teased, “Are you always this greedy?”

You let out a breath before turning around, your heart practically beating out of your chest, “Only with you,”

You glanced up at the brunette face, nervous that maybe you took it too far. It was just a simple lap dance, nothing more and nothing less and you should've kept it that way. But the kiss was addicting, keeping you in a daze where all you wanted was more. More of his touch, his mouth, his taste.

You’ve wanted him for so long and now that you dipped your toes in the waters, you wanted to dive in and never come out. What really kept you going was his reactions to your touch, the small grunts and moans escaping his mouth because of you. He wanted this as much as you did or else he would’ve shut you down by now, right?

You were just getting ahead of yourself.

“Come here Y/n,” he almost growled, his eyes never leaving you while you shuffled your way between his legs, yelping when he gripped your waist and pulled you back down. Instead of straddling his waist, he moved you so your legs were on either side of his left thigh.

You went to speak but the gripped your jaw with his forefinger and thumb, forcing your eyes on him.

“You never fail to surprise me princess,” he whispered, his free hand trailing up your waist, brushing past your breasts, “I thought I had to treat you like a good girl, take my time with you” he chuckled darkly, “Turns out you need this just as much as I do, my greedy, desperate little thing,”

You bit your lip, tucking your head in the crook of his neck to avoid his stare. The pet names he gave you was already enough to leave you a mess but adding ‘my’ in front of it made you melt. You wanted to be his, you wanted him to take control of your body and use you as he pleased. He adjusted his thigh, having it bump against your clothed pussy. Heat rose to your face when you let out a small whimper, settling back on his leg, craving the friction but you didn’t move, waiting for specific instructions.

“You weren’t so shy before, what happened?” he kissed the shell of your ear, “Go on princess, ride my thigh like the desperate whore I know you are,”

Without thinking you began to grind your pussy along his thigh, your face growing hotter when you felt the wetness seep on to his jeans. Peter kept his hands on your waist, keeping your movements at his own past, occasionally bouncing his leg, enjoying the little whines you let out. When you started moving faster, he knew you were nearing your high.

“Princess, look at me,” he grunted,“I want to see that pretty face when you cum,”

You let out a shaky sigh, pulling your head up to face him but you could barely keep your head up, too concentrated on moving your hips against the rough fabric of his jeans. He quickly recognised this and wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing lightly to get some of your attention.

“Peter,” you whimpered, near to tears with how close you were to climaxing, “Peter please,”

“What is it princess? You want to cum? Is that it?”

You nodded quickly, “Please,”

“Go ahead princess,” he grinned, smashing his lips against your to swallow your moans as you came on his thigh, your hips moving in slow strokes to prolong the feeling. You pulled away after a few moments of feverish kissing, your arms falling limp around his shoulders.

“Fuck,” you sighed, your forehead falling against his with the breathless laugh, “That was-”

“Great? Amazing? The best experience of your life?” he laughed, falling back against the mattress, pulling you down with him. You giggled, shoving your face in his neck and inhaling his comforting scent.

“Yeah,” you turned your head to face him, pouting when a piece of his hair fell in front of his stunning eyes. You moved it out of his face, kissing his nose in the process, “I liked it a lot,”

“That’s good, that’s good,” he whispered, tightening his arms around you.

All of a sudden you felt something poke at the inside of your thigh. It took you a few moments to realise that he was hard and was probably aching to get off at this point in the night.

“Do- do you want me to help?” you said shyly, sitting up on your hands to fully face him.

“You don't have to princess,” his hands passed up and down your waist, “Seeing you fall apart from my thigh is all I needed tonight,”

The twitch of his eye and dryness of his lips told you otherwise.

“Are you sure?” you bit your lip, moving your hand slowly down to his hard on, “because I don’t mind helping Petey,”

You didn’t know where the nickname came from but it was too late to take it back. Judging by the dark look in his eyes and the almost cynical look on his face he didn’t mind.

“You want to help me princess? Are you sure you know what you’re in for?”

You shook your head eagerly, “Just tell me what you want,”

“And what if i want you to suck my cock?”

“I would do it,”

“Do what?”

“Su- suck your cock,” you replied bashfully looking down at your hands now intertwined on his stomach.

“Aww, is my princess getting shy?” he fake pouted, “After getting off on my thigh like a slut, you’re getting shy about taking me in your mouth?”

“I-”

“It’s alright princess i’ll guide you through it,” he reached down to unzip his jeans, shuffling awkwardly to push them down so he could get his member out. You watched as his hard dick slapped against his chest, big and throbbing.

He moved your hips back so that you straddled his legs this time, taking your hand and raising it to your mouth.

“Spit,” he instructed, looking up at you with hunger, “Now,”

You hesitantly spit into your hand, watching in awe as the wad fell into your hand.

“Good girl,” he sighed, moving your hand to wrap your small finger around the base of his cock, “Have you ever jerked someone off princess?”

“Just two,” you respond hesitantly.

Peter gritted his teeth, trying to get the idea of you touching anyone else out of his mind, “Well let's make this your third and final guy hmm?” his breath hitched when you started to move your hand up and down his cock, “You’re mine now princess,”

In the spur of the moment you leaned down, licking the red tip of his member, “Only yours,” you whispered before taking him halfway in your mouth, gagging and pulling yourself back up.

“Take your time princess,” he gulped, “fuck but you could do that again if you’d like though,”

You giggled, licking and kissing the sides of his cock and taking it once more, reaching further than this time than you did the last. You bobbed your head continuously only raising your head to take a breath and going in again.

“Fuck princess, I knew your mouth would be good,” he groaned, “You’re doing so well, taking my cock so good down your throat, fuck!”

You smiled around his length, the back of your throat contracting around the tip making him moan your name. Before he could praise you even more, someone's voice cut his words off.

“Everything alright in there?” MJ said through the door but you were too lost in your daze to answer or recognise her voice.

“Yeah, we’re good,” Peter smirked, pushing you to take the rest of his cock, “We’re just going to take longer than expected,”

...

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A Siren Song

Pairing: Robert Dubois/ Bloodsport x Reader

A/N: so I just finished watching the new Suicide Squad for the second time and I’m even more obsessed now than I was the first time I watched it. It’s a brilliant film with actually good humor, a non-sexualizing and actually empowering view on Harley Quinn (that leg scene?? y'all-), the rats?? Rat-catcher 2?? THE SHARK?? FLAG?? Who looked really good in this movie, he might be another contender for a story as well as Harley Quinn so lmk ;) but Bloodsport immediately piqued my interest because it’s Idris Elba and he’s gorgeous, I loved the complexities of his character and I want to write for him and no one else has done it yet?? so shoutout to @honey-im-emotional for the support and push to do it! also love The Bodyguard movie, helped with the inspo <3 and i’m so sorry all of my stories are similar but I HAVE A TYPE enjoy and feedback is always appreciated loves and there will be SPOILERS so be warned, also if you want a Harley one next lmk ;) (it’s so long I’m so sorry lol)

Summary: You’re a highly targeted member of the royal family, the last in your line. Bloodsport is hired to be your bodyguard to both watch and assassinate the men after you. He believes it’s below his pay-grade, but reluctantly agrees, doing so to the best of his abilities. But the closeness brings more intimacy than you two expected, and sparks fly.

Warnings: foul language, sexual content, smut, choking, light bdsm, fluffy fluff, dirty dancing, dirty talk, violence and bad guys getting murdered, mentions of Harley x Reader (y’all sexy dance and kiss), reader likes women, dom! Bloodsport, age gap, alcohol consumption, jealousy, heavy kissing, slight angst, just a good time honestly

Word Count: 3,825

You dangle from the ceiling with your aerial silk, fitting your leg in the loop you’ve created, and dangling upside down. The rope wraps around your waist as you hang gracefully from your marble walls, flying. Your friend Harley Quinn taught you how to do this years ago, it now being your favorite form of exercise and relaxation when you need a moment to clear your head.

As you lightly spin, twirling and dancing in the air with your chandelier reflecting light everywhere, a dazzling fairy floating in a sea of stars. You hear footsteps approach and move to hang upside down, facing towards the grand door. Robert Dubois, a.k.a Bloodsport, walks forward to stand directly in front of you.

You have known him a few weeks or so now, him having to watch your every move and tracking down your family’s killers. He stands and meets your eyes as you dangle, hair falling below you.

“Hi,” you giggle, face flushed with heat. “I probably look ridiculous right now.”

He composes himself so he doesn’t crack a smile, but you see his lips twitch when he speaks, “No, Mrs. y/l/n.”

“I have a first name, you know,” you grin widely. “I’m younger than you, which hardly warrants such a professional title.”

“My apologies, y/n,” he fixes himself.

“It’s alright,” you ease, filling him with a sense of softness he hasn’t felt in a long time. You flip and land on your feet, letting go of your silks.

You don’t notice as his eyes glaze over your body in your sports bra and shorts, something his cold, calculated stare should never succumb to, but he does anyway and he kicks himself for doing it. You’re his client and should therefore remain as such, no conflict of interest or thoughts other than to protect. He didn’t want this job, hell, he still doesn’t know why he said yes. Maybe it was the money. Or maybe it was upon seeing you that first time, in that star-studded gown the night of a charity gala you were attending, the way the diamond littered fabric hung over your figure, absolutely dazzled. The way you looked at him and smiled, like you were used to with all the other nobles and adoring fans. But he let himself believe it was different.

He can’t do that anymore, however, because he can’t allow for any complications. And falling for his boss is certainly a complication.

You look at him and your eyes widen with realization, “Oh, I’m sorry. Let me cover up.”

You grab a tee shirt and toss it over your exercise clothes. He looks down as you do so and clears his throat. This brings a small smile to your face.

“You called me in here,” he gestures to the necklace charm hanging around your neck that you can squeeze and send an instant distress signal whenever you need it. “What can I do for you, y/n?”

“Wanted you to spot me,” you tease, a smile overtaking your delicate features. You have a sort of stunning beauty about you that takes him by surprise every time he lays eyes on you. Which is often. You lay on your yoga mat and sit up straight with that same damned smile.

“I’m here to do a job, y/n,” he says, his deep, honeyed voice coating the way he says your name like heat to sugar. “Not aid you in your workout routine.”

“What? Your assassin training didn’t include sit ups?” you smile, tongue in cheek.

“No, but if you need a way to kill a man with a book,” he presses a foot over both of yours as you begin to do sit ups. “Then I’m your man.”

“Yeah, you and John Wick,” you breathe out with a laugh. “And shouldn’t you be in here watching me already? Not by the door?”

“This room has no windows and no other door or entrance besides the one I was standing by. I thought you would want privacy,” he averts your gaze. “I’m sure it’s a hard thing to come by these days for a woman like yourself.”

You stop what you’re doing and look up at him, blinking, “Well, you’d be right,” you tuck your hair back. “So thank you.”

He meets your eyes, bordering on a smile, “You’re welcome.”

“Is that a smile I see?” you chuckle.

The smile shines, “It was a diversion. And you failed.”

You laugh loudly, “Will the next diversion be an actual laugh?”

“Wouldn’t be a proper diversion if you knew what it was.”

You tap his feet so he’ll get the hint and let you up. You rise to your feet and dust yourself up, “I appreciate your spotting.” You press a hand to his chest and hum. Warmth radiates from your palm and he inhales sharply. “For someone who wasn’t trained, you sure are a fast learner.”

He looks at your hand and back to your eyes, heat sprouting from where your hand touches. His hand flexes at his side as he looks around the room, to the door, seeing if it’s closed.

“I-” he cocks an eyebrow then settles. “I think I should go.”

He watches you look at him with wounded eyes, brow lowered, you open your mouth then close it.

You nod, moving away from him, “Right.”

You move to walk away when he stops you, mouth by your ear, voice dropping an octave when he whispers, “Just so you know-” you tilt your head up almost instinctively to hear him better. “-my assassin training did include reminding people who they are when they’ve forgotten their place.”

You look up at him fully now, “You work for me, remember?”

“I work for money. And you didn’t hire me. I was employed by Mrs. Waller to keep you alive,” he cocks his head slightly.

“So it would be frowned upon by her when you’re unable to walk if you touch me like that again.”

You couldn’t believe he had just said that. Your eyes widen and your cheeks once again heat up, blushing. Your chest gets hot when he doesn’t break the stare like he’s calling your bluff, and fuck, did he do just that. You turn away from him.

You can hear the smile in his voice, “That’s what I thought.”

~~~

“Robert said that!?” Harley exclaims, eyes wide. Her jaw is dropped as she does her mascara aggressively in the mirror. “He’s usually so...”

You tug down your tiny halter top over your head, your bright, flattering makeup complementing the colorful swirling pattern, “An empty void with no emotion?”

She nods emphatically, agreeing, “Exactly! I had no idea he had it in him?” she raises her brow and smooths down her leather black and red dress, “Or that he wanted to put it in you-”

You slap her arm, chastising, “You don’t know that. It might have been a threat to actually paralyze me in a very not sexual way.”

“I say both are arousing,” she shrugs, platinum curls bouncing.

You roll your eyes with a small smile aimed at the floor, “Anyway-” you slip a belt through your tight jeans, hitting at your waist when you cinch it in. “We should get going if we want to get to the club on time.”

She pauses. “Y/n. Are you sure we should be doing this?”

You do a double take, “You’re telling me that we shouldn’t sneak out and have a good time?”

“I know the irony is apparent,” she looks at you with a knowing stare. “But not if it means you’re in danger. Which you are.”

“I know,” you frown. “But I’ve been locked in this house for months, I miss going out and having a life. I’m tired of being coddled.”

“I know, sweetheart,” she sighs, looking past herself in the mirror to flash me a sympathetic smile. She thinks for a beat and finally spins around, “Alright, screw it, doll, let’s go paint the town.”

You buzz with excitement, grinning, “Yay! Thank you, thank you! I wonder who will be djaying...” you trail off.

Harley’s face falls and her mouth goes in a solid, straight line, looking past your shoulder, “I don’t think anyone will be.”

You laugh, completely oblivious, “Of course there will be. There has to be music. Dancing in silence would be pretty fucking awkward.”

“This moment is pretty fucking awkward.”

“What do you mean?”

A deep, irritated voice sounds off behind you, “Because you’re not going.”

You jump out of your skin, “Shit, Robert! You scared the hell out of me!”

“You’re not going to that club,” he folds his arms over his chest. You look over him and his casual, night wear: a loose tee and low hanging joggers. You almost wipe your mouth from salivating. Your outfit elicits the same reaction.

You pinch your eyebrows together, “You can’t tell me what to do.”

“Yes, I can. I’m tasked with protecting you.”

“Yeah. And nowhere on your job description does it say ‘become my parent’. There’s not an opening now just because I don’t have one. I am a grown ass woman and I have been a prisoner in my own home. The same home where...” you pause, a lump in your throat at the reminder of your family’s passing. You shake it off, “I’m just tired. I want a piece of my life back. You can either stay here or come. Either way I’m going.”

He gives you a quick once over and contemplates his options before dropping his arms to his sides and letting out a long exhale.

“Fine.”

You somewhat relax at his defeated tone, “Fine, what?”

He relents, “You can go, but I’m coming with you. But if anything happens to you, I’m not to be blamed. I will leave your ass in that club.”

You grin and jump up to give him a tight hug around the neck. He stiffens before slowly rubbing your back. You sink into his embrace, feeling like you were floating in water, now above the surface as he brings you back to oxygen. Harley smiles at the exchange and she winks theatrically.

He glares.

It’s not long before you three arrive at the club, music blaring and colorful lights flashing over the crowded floors. From his stare and intimidating aura, the club staff thought he was a bouncer and let you all in immediately. But before he was roped into working, the three of you bee-lined to the bar.

“The prettiest and strongest drink ya got, sugar,” Harley smiles at the pretty bartender.

“And what if that’s me?” she responds, ebony hair falling onto one shoulder.

“Then I’ll have to drink you later,” Harley gives her a flirty once over and you roll your eyes.

The bartender grins and gestures towards me for my order, I answer quickly, “Scotch on the rocks.”

Robert looks at you, poorly covering his shocked expression. “Really?”

“Yeah, why?” you look up at him.

“Didn’t peg you for a straight liquor type, Ms. y/l/n,” he finally lets his hidden laugh show through, butterflies erupting in your chest. The diversion definitely worked, whatever you were thinking about before this has immediately left you.

“Then this is going to be the first surprise of many tonight, Mr. Dubois,” you return the smug look as he orders the same thing. You both share a look.

The bartender slides you all your drinks, each of you taking a long swig for liquid courage for the night. Harley’s favorite Doja Cat song comes on and she gasps, clapping excitedly when she grabs you by the wrist, pulling you on the dance floor, “Come dance with me.”

You mouth a small ‘sorry’ to Bloodsport who you left at the bar, he shakes his head with a smile over the rim of his glass, watching you guys’ drinks.

She dances wildly, jumping up and down, spinning to let her hair fall in many beautiful angles. She’s a powerful force and your greatest friend. She puts her arms around your neck and the two of you move in time with the music.

“So...” she motions to Bloodsport who’s being forced into a conversation with a woman at the bar. The woman puts her hand on his and he visibly shrinks back and whispers something to her that causes the most horrid look from the woman and for her to walk quickly away. You smile at the relief that interaction has brought you.

“So what?” you spin her around and pull her back.

“Quit with the good dancing, or I’m gonna fuck you myself,” she teases with a lightheaded giggle.

You smile, “We’ve tried that already, remember?”

“Too much history, I know, I know. Doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be nice...” she whispers into your neck, kissing the soft spot under your chin. Your skin heats up under her touch as she drags her hands down your sides, pulling you close to her so that you’re flush against her chest.

You give into her and kiss her slowly, her soft lips melt into your own when her hands tug in your hair. Harley and you have always had a complicated friendship, with enough sexual attraction to fuel a nuclear bomb, but not enough romantic. You love each other but not in the way you both need. You were in love with Robert and she is continuing to explore her sexuality because she likes women and so do you. So as she trails her hot mouth down your neck in the middle of dozens of bustling bodies and you lock eyes with an angry Bloodsport, you knew exactly what she was doing.

You whisper, out of breath, “Are you trying the jealousy trick?”

“It worked in college, didn’t it?” she kisses your cheek, smiling gently against your skin. “And it’s working now.”

“I think you’re just obsessed with kissing me,” you kiss her back.

“It was a win-win situation, doll,” she grins devilishly and you can’t help but agree. “So when you’re done with him, come see me. But right now, I have a sexy bartender lady to drink up.” You grip her hand and let her make her way to her next conquest.

Robert had seen the tail-end of your kiss, his deft fingers clenched around his whiskey glass. He knows he shouldn’t let this sort of thing affect him, something as juvenile and simple as jealousy. But he couldn’t stop that feeling of being stuck, unable to think about anything except the fact that it wasn’t him with his hands on you like that, lips marking you as much as he pleases. Sadness washed over him in a tidal wave and he set his glass down, about to get up to leave when he spotted a man eyeing you from the door. He looked familiar and it wasn’t just attraction he sensed in his eyes but something far more sinister.

A few more men followed suit and began making their way to you in the middle of the dance floor. He had no time to consider the facts, just to get you out of there as soon as possible.

You feel a rough hand tug your arm and turn to face who you think to be Dubois, you smile, “Enjoy the show?”

“Very much,” an unknown voice answers, and you look up, eyes wide. “Now why don’t you come with me for a little talk, beautiful.”

“Get the fuck off of me,” you yank your arm back, slamming your heel down into the perpetrator’s foot. More men surround you on all sides, making it impossible for you to escape or use your subpar martial arts skills. Aerial yoga was a very different ballpark than kicking ass. And you were just a beginner.

You poorly punch a man in the face, only making them all angrier when you’re grabbed from all sides, being dragged towards the exit kicking and screaming. You didn’t want to be that helpless damsel in distress, but as all of these men, men you recognized from your family’s death, were surrounding you, you couldn’t breathe. Their hands felt familiar, grabbing your arms like they’d done that night before you hid in the secret door in the dining room. You had watched these faceless men through a hole in that door, stifling your cries when bullets sprayed the room your family was having dinner in. So while they were coming after you and pulling you outside, it’s all you felt. That same feeling when he wasn’t near.

Drowning.

There’s a hand that pulls you back and you watch, dazed, as Bloodsport puts every man who touched you on the ground. It’s filled with swift yet aggressive and barbaric movements, controlled, expert chaos and it happens within moments. His chest is heaving when he looks down at you and scoops you up in his arms. You’d object in any other circumstances, but this time, head against his chest and tucked in his arms, you were okay.

His voice rumbles against your side, “We’re going home.”

~~~

Harley’s tears hit your shoulder as you sympathetically pat her back.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I shouldn’t have left,” she sniffles loudly. “I should’ve been there.”

You laugh softly, fitting your head into her shoulder, “It’s okay, Harls. It’s not your fault, there was no harm done.”

“There could have been,” she sighs. “I’m not letting you convince me to go out next time, you’re staying here forever.”

You roll your eyes with a smile, “Alright.”

She gets up and sniffs, wiping at her nose that’s now flushed from crying, “Good because I’m serious.”

“I know,” you laugh again, hugging yourself in a hoodie much too large for you, (because you stole it from Rick Flagg) swallowing you whole.

Your eyes wander down the hall to where Robert is no doubt pacing around in your bedroom, the only room not laden with cameras (ironically for privacy). You kick at the floor in your fuzzy socks and think of an excuse to go check on him, even though you’re probably the last person he wants to see right now. You, frankly, don’t care.

“I’m gonna go-”

“Check on Robert?” she finishes. “I know, honey. I was a psychiatrist, I’m not stupid.”

You crack a smile and grip her arm affectionately as you walk past her towards the bedroom. You don’t even take the risk of knocking for fear he’ll lock it and try your luck with just simply opening it. You see him, shirtless with a towel over his shoulder, a low hanging towel wrapped around his waist, while nursing his knuckles. He looks you over once you enter the room, trained eyes on you and the intimidation is definitely working already when he takes the damp towel on his shoulder and dabs the cuts on his skin.

He remains silent and you move to sit down on your bed, the awkward squeak filling the already high-tension atmosphere, thick enough to make your ears pop like you’re in an airplane too far up in the sky.

“I’m sorry,” you say quietly, drawing his eye.

He hums and steps into your bathroom, washing off his hands.

You frown at his lack of response, “Are you really going to pout this whole time? Because honestly, it’s beneath you, Robert.” You lean forward, watching as he walks out of the bathroom, still half naked, still silent.

The silence is beginning to slowly kill you, especially when he looks this good, water droplets running down his chiseled torso from a hot shower. You didn’t let your mind wander because if the reaction your body is giving from the image before you was any indication, you want him. He walks in the room once again, mouth in an amused yet firm line.

In actuality, he was ashamed of himself. Not so much of you. He would’ve left as that despair overcame him back in that bar. He would’ve left you there and abandoned his mission, leaving you to be hurt. If it hadn't been for those men, you could’ve been killed and it would be his fault. He alerted Waller of the attack, making up a lie about the two of you going for a walk at night and getting ambushed there rather than at a club. There’s a hit on each of those men being taken out as we speak as well as a search for their boss. Even though that still got him chewed out. He couldn’t imagine what she’d do to him if she found out the truth.

Robert walks slowly towards you, leaning against the bed frame, gesturing for you to continue. You watch him, distracted, as he wraps a bandage around his knuckles.

“I shouldn’t have kissed her to get a rise out of you, that was hurtful,” you exhale your words, quiet enough he wouldn’t be able to hear you if you weren’t within a breath of one another. You hang your head, “And it was stupid to go out in the first place when I am in this much danger. I could’ve been killed, and you could have been hurt. I’m sorry.”

He represses a laugh at the idea of him getting hurt, when the two of you both know that would never happen. But as the silence from him grows thicker, the more you start to ramble.

“Okay, this silent treatment isn’t going to work for much longer. I don’t know what game you’re playing, but you need to stop.”

He gives you a look that says ‘make me’. But you both know you couldn’t if you tried, and vice versa. He thinks of you as a siren, one of those alluring creatures in old sailor tales that lured unsuspecting men to their painful deaths. As if he has no control of the way he feels about you. Which in a way he does, but he knows better. He knows better than to fall under your enchanting song, but he can’t help but be pulled beneath the surface of the water.

Robert tenses when you move forward and the hoodie falls off one of your shoulders, revealing more of your chest, the smooth skin that lays there.

His chest tightens when you look up at him and sigh.

“But thank you for saving me,” you say, both because you think that’s what he wants to hear but also because you mean it, you wouldn’t be here at all if he didn’t come with you.

He licks his lips and nods his head in simple recognition. He appreciated the apology, truly he did, but a part of him enjoyed the way you continued to ramble on, so he remained silent. This was an old interrogation tactic he learned when he served, keeping quiet always got people talking. He looks down at you and leans to meet your face, hands on either side of you.

“I don’t know what else you wish for me to say,” you admit quietly, fiddling with your hands.

He didn’t know either but whatever you would say, he would listen.

“So I take it you’re not mad anymore?” you infer from his relaxed posture, heart beating out of your chest, fast enough that it catapults to your throat.

He tilts his head down so he’s an inch before your mouth, breath fanning over your face. when he tugs you up to your feet, hands gripping the sides of your waist when he pulls you close. Your heartbeats began to sync up, chest to chest.

“I’m fucking furious, sweetheart.”

You meet his eyes, looking up in that seductive stare of yours you never knew you were capable of until him, and close the distance, kissing him lightly. His arms falter by your side and it’s the first time you’ve seen him hesitate, losing his cool. It’s the most gentle thing he’s ever experienced, everything in his life being forced, hostile, and malicious, while your soft lips against his are anything but. You kiss him like he’s not the monster he thinks himself to be.

“Then let me make it up to you.”

“Fuck,” he grips your sides harder, palm moving to push you closer with his hand flat against the small of your back. “We shouldn’t.”

You search his face for uncertainty, but all you sense is a profound sense of clarity, in the both of you. “I know.”

“Will you regret this?”

You shake your head, hand against his cheek, “No.”

His dark eyes fall to your lips, pupils filling his dark brown irises, lust blown, “You’re so good, baby. You’re too good for me.”

Before you can tease him about the new nickname and object to that, his lips have crashed against your own. His hand slides up to cup the side of your face, drinking you in with his intoxicating kiss. You hum, content, against his feverish mouth and he opens it, vulnerable and on display. You feel his guard still up, tense and calculated, so you rest your hand against his chest. You press a kiss to his eyelid, his cheek, his nose, his chin, his jaw, his neck. He softens beneath you, groaning aloud as his hands tighten.

“You don’t need to be afraid with me,” you whisper to him, tender fingers trailing down his shirtless chest, hot skin against hot skin. It’s enough to make you sweat.

He exhales and captures your bottom lip with his own, holding your face in both of his hands. The kiss grows heated and rushed, like you’re running out of time, as if at any moment those men would come back and find you and take you away from him again. His tongue expertly works with your own, licking the pout of your bottom lip, and coaxing you open. He slides his hand down between your legs, dipping his finger to find the slick in the middle of your thighs. You moan into his mouth, his other hand at the back of your neck when he buries his face in your shoulder. He kisses you there, the crook where your neck meets your collarbone, that damned sensitive spot. You succumb to his touch. His beard tickles your skin and you gasp when he sucks hard, a bruise forming.

You breathe a laugh, “Everyone will see if you leave a mark,” you tug on his hair when you thread it through his coarse curls.

He falls under your spell and there’s something so ironically beautiful about this trained assassin with a heart of gold and the scars to show for it, being so open with you.

His hands, his entire life, have been forced to be instruments of death and violence. But as they slide down your figure, holding your face, and pulling you into him, they’re his greatest gift. He’s surprisingly tender with you.

But then he has enough and pushes you down on the bed, arms trapping you on both sides.

He responds bluntly, “I don’t care.”

You part your legs for him and he releases a shaky breath. He slowly unzips your sweatshirt and it falls off you just as you do the same and tug his towel down. Both of you are bare before the other as you take a moment to drink each other in. You were just as, if not more, beautiful than he imagined you to be.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says quietly as his hand drapes down the line of your figure. He touches you how someone would handle a glass vase filled with flowers.

You take his face in both of your hands and kiss him, “So are you.”

“I don’t think you know what you do to me, baby.” His hand finds your breast and squeezes while he kisses your neck.

You moan when he uses his other hand to grip your neck, thumb against your pulse point, “If it’s anything like how I feel right now, then yes, I do.”

He lifts his head up to watch your face as he chokes you, softly so he doesn’t hurt you but hard enough to play with your breath. His thumb opens your mouth and your legs tremble.

“So I take it you’re into choking, my love?” You nod excitedly, unable to speak, and his grip tightens.

You let out a squeak and he releases, face etched with worry, kissing your neck where he touched you. “Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head and smile comfortingly, “No, baby, I’m okay. I’ll tap out if it’s too rough, I promise,” you tease.

His grumbling voice deepens, “Good... because, darling, right now all I want to do is bury my face in between those gorgeous thighs of yours.”

You inhale sharply when he opens your legs once again, looking up at you and you nod in consent.

“I need words, beautiful,” he smirks with his mouth just above your center.

“Yes, please,” you breathe out and he responds with a swift lick to your pussy. He looks up at you and when he catches your eye, it’s as if the sensation grows stronger and your head hits your pillow.

“I’ve barely even touched you,” he mumbles into you and you feel his smug smile in your thigh. His fingers dip into you as he flattens his tongue and crooks them towards himself, you grip your sheets.

“Don’t... flatter yourself,” you sigh out. “I-it’s just been awhile.”

He removes his mouth and fingers from you, “So anyone can make you feel like this?”

You enjoy the feeling you get when he looks at you like that, his eyes dark and dominant, so you play along and nod. “Yes, in fact, I’ve had better.”

He licks his lips and gets up from the bed. He opens his drawer and you sit up to look what he grabs: a belt. Your heart beats excitedly in your chest even though you know you shouldn’t be. He gets back on the bed and climbs over you.

Robert looks at you, “Hands.”

You extend them to him wordlessly, watching as he ties your wrists together and puts them over the bedpost so you’re trapped there, unable to move.

“Now,” he holds himself above you, pressing a kiss to your lips. “You’re to stay tied up until I say so, anything like that again and they get tighter. Nod if you understand me.”

You nod emphatically. You had never seen this side of Robert before, so in control and not afraid to go too far, it was so unbelievably sexy.

The best part was he didn’t tie it tight enough, afraid of hurting you, so you could easily slip out your hands at any moment.

He kisses, painfully slow, down your chest and wraps his lips around your nipple. He swirls his tongue around the erect bud and you gasp, desperate to touch him. He looks up at you from you chest as he switches to the other, massaging the unattended one as he sucks, the pleasurable feeling overwhelming you. So much so you have to clench your thighs together, longing for some sort of relief for the tension building in your abdomen.

“Baby, please,” you whine, squirming beneath him.

He shuts you up with a bruising kiss while his hand slips down to enter you, two fingers in already. He pumps them in and out of you before sliding back down the expanses of your body and letting his mouth latch onto your clit. He sucks hard and you stifle a loud moan that would surely alert everyone in the home of your arousal. He holds you down against the bed with a palm flat against your stomach as you begin to lift your pelvis. His tongue enters you while his fingers take over, stimulating you with gentle rubs and flicks. But just before you feel that euphoric release, his actions cease and you’re left hot and flustered.

“Robert,” you look at him with a deep frown.

He grins, “Y/n...”

You blow hair out of your eyes, “I hate you.”

“No you don’t.” He puts his lips near your ear, “Are you ready?” You nod as he pushes himself inside you and you bite back a moan into his shoulder.

You finally have enough, slip your hands out, and he pinches his brow, unable to hide his shock before you bring him down to press your lips against his. He melts into you, arms wrapped around you while he holds you close, filling you out in all the right places. He quickens his pace and you whine into his mouth, nails digging into his skin. You wrap your legs around his torso and he hits you so nicely. He was right, it’s the best you’ve ever had. He rises and looks at you, lips swollen and red from kissing, eyes clear and pupils large, and face flushed with heat. Your hair is in messy tendrils at all angles and you’ve never been more attractive.

“You’re doing so good,” he praises in your ear, placing kisses across your jaw. “Taking my cock so well.”

You whimper and his movements stiffen as he approaches release and so do you, walls tightening around him. He reaches down and rubs your clit with his expert fingers. You finish together, mouths open and hands all over each other’s bodies. It overcomes you in a tingling, perfect sensation, it continues on, leaving you aching and wanting more.

He rubs his knuckles over your cheek, softly and adoringly he looks at you. You tuck yourself into his arms under the blankets. Everything you both have wanted for a long time, laying right in front of you.

“Still want to make me not walk?” you tease, looking up at him.

He kisses your eyelids and you giggle, “Fuck yes.”

Part 2?

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“the things you do for charity”

Pairing: kenma x gn!reader Genre: fluff Summary: kenma's always been a private person, but it was getting increasingly harder to keep his partner off his streams while you live together; so, he decided to join his two loves together for a 24-hour charity stream extravaganza. Word Count: 3,408 Warnings: some swearing, i suppose there are some spoilers from the manga about adult kenma's job? A/N: i'd give my left tit to play some minecraft or mario kart with kenma tbh -Luna

Kenma's career as a popular streamer was one of the many facets of him that shocked you when you’d started dating two years ago. The two of you had first met in an Animal Crossing discord for your city meant for trading and making friends.

After you had gone over to his island to adopt Raymond from him, he let you keep all of your Nook Mile Tickets with the stipulation that you kept in contact with him to "give him updates" about how the cat villager was doing in his new home. His dorky way of trying to flirt with you was what made you pursue him in the first place, and somehow it had led to a very fulfilling relationship.

It was revealed early on that he was a streamer, but he never expanded on it regarding the actual numbers. Curiosity got the best of you one night, and you decided to google him. Besides also learning that he was a YouTuber, you found yourself in awe at the numbers he managed to accumulate across all of his social media.

And if that wasn’t enough, he was also apparently the CEO of his own business.

Once you moved in together around the one-year mark of your relationship, you got to properly witness the amount of work put into streaming and maintaining a social media presence. This also meant that you got to read the wild comments that were left on all of his platforms–and see the occasional surprise nude picture whenever he opened up his DMs around you.

Because of this, Kenma sat you down to have a conversation about your potential appearance on his social media. You both decided by the end of it that his audience would get to know that he was in a committed relationship, but you agreed it would be best to not show your face or reveal any identifying information of yours.

It had been a year since having that conversation, and you’d both stuck to the agreement closely. The most his audience had ever seen of you was your hand whenever you refilled his water bottle for him.

Of course, it was hard sometimes, especially when you had to remain extra quiet around the house and refrain from yelling out a 'baaaabe' whenever you needed something from him, but since he had his own soundproof office, it lessened the room for any accidental error.

Overall, you were content with never showing your face to his audience for the rest of his career. You knew how nasty the internet could get because of their parasocial relationships with influencers and streamers alike, especially when they discovered those influencers and streamers had a partner who wasn't them, even if they knew they never had a chance. You weren't sure your skin was thick enough to deal with rabid angry stans.

Which is why it was so shocking when Kenma decided one day to nix the agreement.

You were in your shared bedroom answering some emails when he came in. He was dressed in a baggy hoodie, sweats, and tied-up hair; his typical look for a stream.

After some time, you noticed that he was still standing in the doorway, not saying anything. When you glanced up at him, you found him awkwardly toying with the strands of hair that had fallen out of his bun, looking down at the ground like he was just waiting for you to notice him.

"Is there something you need, baby?" you asked. "You're just standing there all adorably shy."

"Yeah, so, um, I'm going to be doing a 24-hour stream this weekend to raise money for charity."

"Oh, really? Cool! I guess that means I'll be going to bed alone that night," you joked.

"Yeah, I guess. Um..." He started before scrunching up his face like he was uncomfortable with what he planned to say next.

"What is it? Do you need me to stock up on snacks and energy drinks? Just send me a list. I can pick them up tomorrow."

"No, that's not it. I was thinking of making a stretch goal be you coming on stream so we can play Minecraft or Mario Kart or something...I mean, I totally understand if you don't feel comfortable. I could always replace it with something else. I know they've been wanting to see me dye my hair a bright color and dress up like an e-boy, so--"

"Really!?" you nearly yelled.

"What? That they want me to dress like an e-boy? Yeah, Kuroo said it would–"

"No, I mean..." You tried to fight the confused expression that was growing on your face, but your squinted eyes gave you away. "You really want me on your stream? Like face and all?"

"....Yeah, I really want to be able to share this with you. But don't feel like you have to do it just to make me happy."

It was a large ask when looking at the full picture. Kenma had his fair share of fans and "stans" who lacked boundaries, as seen from a select few who visited your home several times this year, or the handful that found you on social media already just from seeing a glimpse of your college ring on the hand wrapped around Kenma's water bottle.

There could be a chance you could receive direct hate on your social media just because you were a person who dated a popular streamer. You would then be in the public eye with little privacy and have a magnifying glass on all of your actions and words. Anything you did would then reflect on Kenma.

What if you messed something up and then Kenma lost viewers? Would they try to cancel you or him for it?

You backed away from all the negative thoughts before you could spiral and looked at the metaphorical 'pro' column.

If you agreed to appear on his stream, you would no longer have to sneak around your house in fear of being heard or showing up in his face cam. You both wouldn't have to feel guilty playing games off-camera with each other because you knew Kenma could be streaming it instead.

And who knew? Maybe his fans would like you. You had to admit, it would be a nice ego boost knowing that you were accepted by so many people.

And, most importantly: you could physically ask him in person what he wanted for dinner instead of texting him and waiting an hour for a break so he could respond, while you sat in the next room, starving, stuck in an endless cycle of wondering whether you should make a snack or if you should just hold off for dinner.

Maybe this was a good idea.

"Okay,” you decided, “I'll do it."

"Oh... alright. Cool." Kenma was trying his hardest not to show how excited he was that you agreed. When he saw the contemplative look on your face, he was sure you would decide that it'd just be too much work and say no. But hearing you agree made him giddier than he would ever admit to.

Despite the cool and collected façade he thought he was putting on, you saw the smile that threatened to break through and the red tips of his ears. You wondered if he felt the same weight being lifted off his shoulders as you did, knowing that, after this weekend, you'd both be finally out as an official couple to the world.

And, of course, the nausea of having to do all of it live in front of thousands of people. No biggie.

Saturday afternoon came and at 12pm sharp, Kenma began his grueling 24-hour charity stream. The bar had an overall goal of $150,000, and it began filling up at a constant pace right from the start. Donations ranging from $5 to $500 were flowing in rapidly, and you were trying your best not to feel nervous.

You both agreed that if he reached $50,000 within 5 hours, you would join him for an hour or two of Minecraft later that night. Part of you hoped that the donations would slow down and plateau for a bit, but when you saw Kuroo had donated $1000, specifically with the message that he hoped to see you on stream soon, you realized that it was a pipe dream.

So, you had to be your own hype person for now, to get prepared to show your face to thousands of people and not disappoint Kenma.

Whether it was the promise of your face reveal or the people who genuinely adored charity, it took only four hours for Kenma to break $50,000.

When he saw the number update live on stream, the viewers witnessed the most amount of expression Kenma had ever shown: eyes wide as saucers, mouth slightly agape, body frozen. You could see the gears struggling inside his head struggling to turn and comprehend what they all managed to do so early on in the stream.

"Thanks so much, everyone, for being so generous today... I guess this means we'll be having my partner on later tonight," he announced. You watched his chat explode with excitement, his special emotes flying in the chat.

You picked up your phone to shoot Kenma a quick text.

[you]:: hope you're ready to put our minecraft beds together in front of thousands of people 😏

Unsurprisingly, he left you on read. But dating him for this long meant you weren't even a little bit afraid of double or triple texting.

[you]:: maybe we can kiss under the light of an exploding creeper 😫

[you]:: or have a romantic walk through our rainbow sheep while a phantom looms overhead 🥰

It was after the third text when you finally saw him pick up his phone to text you back. You eagerly awaited his response, only to cackle when you read it.

[my sugar daddy]:: im going to replace you with hinata as my partner if you dont stop

Instead of annoying him any further, you set your phone to charge on your nightstand and went into the bathroom to get ready for the stream later.

Once you emerged, you picked up your phone to check the percentage and noticed a text from Kenma stating that he'd have you on at 8pm. You decided to spend the time until then cooking up some dinner for the both of you.

It seemed like time flew by because by the time you were done eating your food, it was 7:45pm. Only fifteen more minutes before you were live in front of all of Kenma's supporters. You refilled your water bottle and sat on the couch, staring at the blank T.V. as you practically dissociated from reality until Kenma came out of his office to retrieve you.

You noticed that he looked just as nervous as you did, despite his face not showing it the way yours did. His shoulders were up to his ears with tension, and his hoodie drawstring was pulled almost all the way through due to him fiddling with it.

He turned briefly to you after he brought you into his office, gesturing to make sure you knew to wait until he gave you the cue. He sat down, unmuted himself, and took down the 'away' screen he had for his audience.

This was it. Everything was going to change in literally ten seconds.

"Well, everyone...please welcome my partner, (Y/N)."

You walked cautiously around his large gaming chair and sat next to him in your modest desk chair that he had rolled into the room for the occasion.

Okay, you thought to yourself, now don't fuck this up.

"Hi, everyone."

Nailed it.

There was a painful moment of silence before the stream finally caught up, and you both heaved a sigh of relief when you saw nothing but declarations of excitement. Amongst the 'AHHHs' and spam of emotes were sweet comments about your appearance and how cute you two looked as a couple. You peeked over at Kenma and saw the ghost of a smile on his lips, elated to know that he was just as relieved as you were.

"Okay, let's start with the gameplay while we answer some questions," he said.

The questions and gameplay started out mild; when did you both start dating, how did you meet, who asked the other out first. They even asked a few simple questions about you specifically, like your favorite anime and your star sign. And while you did see a few bans in the chat after some inappropriate questions –no, you will not tell them the color of your underwear– most were easy and simple enough to answer.

Then they started to get a bit spicier.

"Bokutoslefttit donated $69.69 and asked, 'what is your main pet peeve with Kenma?'" he read, muttering a 'wow' under his breath at the username.

"Ooh, how can I be polite when exposing you?" you pondered while beating a cow to death with your sword. "It's probably how loud he gets whenever he's playing games with his good headphones on."

"I don't get loud," he defended.

"Oh yeah, you do. I've had to come in here several times to tell you to shut up like I'm your mother. I did it literally two days ago when you were playing with Lev."

"... Next question."

You rolled your eyes at his lack of comment but glanced over at the chat to pull up a new question. You stifled a laugh when you read, "Girlboss420 asked 'who has a fatter ass, Kuroo or (Y/N)?'"

"I'm not answering that."

"Come oooon, this is a Q&A. Can't have the Q’s without the A’s."

"Nope."

You were about to start reprimanding him for implying that Kuroo's ass was fatter than yours when you noticed he ran past you with a group of pillagers following closely behind. You turned to head into the house but when you opened the door, you noticed it was blocked off by obsidian.

"You are the absolute worst!" you exclaimed.

You made a break for it, sprinting past the shooting pillagers and around to the front of the house. You made it inside with only 2 hearts to spare. You turned, in real life, to Kenma to see him tight-lipped to avoid smiling about his betrayal.

"I'm moving my bed downstairs for the rest of the stream."

You both carried on with the stream without another incident, turning to the chat every now and again to answer some questions. Kenma even apologized to you by bringing home a horse that was named "I'm sorry."

It was about an hour and a half after you sat down when Kenma decided that he needed a bathroom break. Your heart fell to your ass when you realized that you'd be all alone to entertain his chat. You considered saying that you needed to pee as well, if it meant not having the spotlight on you.

Instead, when he got up to pee, you smiled and asked him to bring you back a snack and a refill. Oh, how the turns have tabled.

In the meantime, you decided to scroll through the chat and some of the donations to pick out another question to answer since Kenma was gone. You were initially looking for a funny or vulgar comment when you saw one that had a completely different vibe.

"Kermithateblog donated $25.00 and asked, 'what's your favorite part about being with Kenma?' Wow, that's a really sweet question. Let me think for a moment."

You paused to reflect on your relationship with Kenma over the two years you’d been together. You'd had your fair share of highs and lows like any other couple, but, in the end, you both learned how to work things out so you were both equally as happy in the relationship.

"So, as you guys know, he's a busy boy with streaming, creating content for YouTube, and also being a CEO of his own company, which all takes up the majority of his time," you began. "But when he finally can shut off his screens and crawls into bed late at night, I know that he's 100% there with me at that moment. He is able to give me his undivided attention and make me feel like his love for me comes above his love for gaming."

You gave a pause, trying not to get too emotional. You rarely got the chance to gush about Kenma because you knew how much he hated having attention on him, so if this was going to be your only opportunity to do so for a while, then you were going to take it.

"What y'all don't know is that he is the biggest baby when it comes to cuddling," you laughed. "He is absolutely the little spoon most of the time, and he loves when I stroke his hair and love on him all night. In a weird way, it makes me feel special and loved knowing that he trusts me enough to be vulnerable with me. I cherish the amount of time we have together because of that."

What you didn't know was that he had come back from refilling your water bottle rather quickly and stood outside the doorway to hear your speech. His heart almost burst when he heard your tender words describing how he made you feel. He knew that you rarely got to hear how much those quiet moments at night meant to him because he was guarded with his feelings.

Which is why he started into the room on a mission.

You smiled as soon as you saw him. "Welcome back, babe, we were just talking about--"

He approached you swiftly and leaned down to press a gentle kiss on your forehead. You hardly even got to bask in the moment before he was pulling away, setting down your water bottle as he sat back down with his controller in hand like he didn't just expose to his audience how much of a softy he really was.

It was in that moment when you realized how glad you were that you’d decided to appear on stream because you'd be able to look back at that clip over and over again to relive the intimate moment.

Noon on Sunday came at last. Kenma would finally be free from the prison of his office. Not to mention he could finally get off his ass and stretch.

Between your official appearance on stream and the sign-off, you popped in a few more times to say hello to the chat when you brought him some snacks and drinks. You stayed up through most of the night, although you accidentally napped for a few hours during the dead of night which gave you a little boost in energy.

In the end, the stream was a monumental success. Kenma had even managed to blow past his goal of $150k and make it to over $200k, which meant that he'd be getting the full e-body makeover for his next week of streams.

By the time Kenma came into your bedroom after freshening up and having a small snack, you were already dead asleep with your laptop propped open to show his now offline stream.

He tip-toed around the bed quietly, closed your laptop, pulled the covers up and over your curled-up body, and slipped in himself. As he settled, he felt you shift and grab at his worn t-shirt, opening your eyes slightly just to confirm that it's him.

He pulled you against his chest tightly, his body finally able to relax. He was sure it wouldn't be too long before he completely fell out.

"That was more fun than I thought it'd be," he heard you utter quietly.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." His fingers gently danced across your shoulder blades as you mushed your face into his clean shirt. "I can't believe we raised so much today so quickly."

"I'm so proud of you, baby. You worked so hard on this."

"I also donated $2000 anonymously to speed up the process," he mumbled sheepishly, pressing a gentle kiss on the crown of your head in hopes to lessen the blow of his secret.

It was quiet for a moment, and he wondered if he’d genuinely pissed you off before he felt the vibrations from your laugh against his chest.

"...I can't wait to ruin your hair, e-boy."

Written by: Luna

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