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spider-man-199999 · 7 months

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No need to hide it pt 2

pairing: college!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader; Post nwh; not too canon

word count: 6,4 K

warnings: underage drinking for USA citizens; mentions of sex

summary: Peter thought no one remembered him after the spell, however you did, but not for the reasons he was afraid you would. Now that you two are something like an item, you find out about his secret.

a/n: very cheesy, fluffy things going on here.

Part1!

“Hi, stranger.” You said as you entered the lab, looking at a very concentrated Peter in a lab coat and glasses, looking at something on the table.

Out of all the places you expected him to be at 10 pm on a Wednesday night, the lab was the last one. You made your way to him, wrapping your arms around his waist to hug him from behind, your head peeking over his shoulder to look at what he was doing. He had an open notebook with chemical compounds scribbles chaotically all over the pages. It wasn’t something unusual really, to have Peter stay after class so he could do extra work in the lab. He seemed to like it. It started a few weeks ago, after you passed your first exams. He told you he needed some extra time to work on a project of his and managed to persuade the professor into letting him use the lab after classes were done. You had no idea how he did that, but you wouldn’t have it any other way, it was better than having to worry whether he was flirting with other girls at parties or not.

“Hi, dove.” he replied once you hugged him, still looking at the notebook and flipping the pages.

“Did you just call me a pigeon?”

He shrugged, taking a few tubes and some chemicals from the rack. He gave the notebook one more look before he started mixing things in the tubes.

“What are you making?” you asked, letting go of him and reading into the notebook with more concentration this time.

The formulas he had written there were something you had never seen before, whatever this was, it was supposed to be something like a superglue that could dissolve completely after a certain period of time. You furrowed your brows, not sure you were getting the compounds and processes right. Chemistry was definitely not your strongest subject so you weren’t too confident in what you understood.

“Just experimenting.” He replied, mixing the white goo in a tube.

“Why would you need a temporary super-glue?” you asked him, making him stop his mixing.

“You could read that?”

“Well your handwriting sure didn’t make it easy but yeah, I can. Why?”

“Just asking.” He continued mixing until the goo was thick enough for his liking. He poured it into a container and shoved it in his backpack.

“You’re being weird.” You told him, sitting on top of the table as you watched his movements.

He looked at you, taking the glasses off and getting closer. He stood in front of you, his hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer, placing a peck on your lips.

“Right, sorry. I was too concentrated to register that the most beautiful girl was in the room.” He said.

“I was waiting for you at the party.” You mumbled against his chest.

It was true, with most of the finals being over and spring break right around the corner, the whole campus was partying. Every frat house was going at it. You definitely partied more than he did, and neither of you minded that as long as you came home to him. Most of the time you would actually text him to pick you up, which he did happily. But tonight he promised to be there for the whole night, which was a pretty rare occasion.

“I’m sorry. How can I make it up to you?” He asked, letting go of you.

You shrugged, looking at his worried eyes. You smiled at him, your hand resting against his upper arm, squeezing his biceps through the fabric of the lab coat and his flannel.

“Taking me to one of your boxing workouts is one of the things on my bucket list.” You teased him.

“Okay, how does next friday sound?” he asked, kissing your cheek.

“Wait really? I was prepared to have to blackmail you and whine for 15 minutes before you said yes. I had a whole scenario.”

“Anything for you, you know that.” Peter said, taking his lab coat and hanging it back on the rack.

The boxing was actually a white lie he told you weeks ago. He took a pretty rough beating one night, it was his first ever encounter with Kraven the Hunter as Spider-man and things didn’t go exactly to plan. He came back with a black eye, sprained wrist, and multiple bruises and cuts pretty much everywhere on his body. As the panic rushed in his brain when he saw your shocked and worried face, he had to think of something fast. That’s when it just happened, the words just left his lips like it was the most natural, most logical explanation to his state. Anything felt like a better idea than telling you about his secret identity. He hated lying, especially to someone who he grew so attached to, who he even dared to say he started loving. It was for a good cause, or at least that’s what he liked telling himself late at night when he stared out of the window, not being able to sleep because the spider mask, casually thrown on the back of his office chair, was staring back at him.

—-

He walked you back to your dorm, making sure you got home safe and you weren’t locked out like every other day. The second you were out of sight, he was googling “boxing gyms near me” and researching them as he walked home. It was a vicious circle of lying and covering up his tracks in front of you and his roommates. He didn’t want either of you knowing about his secret. It was something he had vowed to himself - to not mix the two lives together ever again. The boxing lie was convenient enough for him to keep it up, if you were to call him when he was on patrol he would just say he’s training. If he ever came back with bruises, he could blame it on a bad sparring session. It was working out perfectly. And now he just had to make it real. He already knew how to fight, obviously, and he had the needed reflexes to take on anyone on an average spar, he just needed to find a gym, go there for a week straight and get to know as many people as he could, and make it seem like he was a regular there in front of you. Sounded simple enough.

“How do I always end up in the most ridiculous schemes?” he muttered to himself as he unlocked the front door of his shared apartment, walking in, eyes still fixated on the glowing screen. No one was in the apartment, the guys were probably still at the party that Peter had managed to conveniently avoid tonight. He was too busy for them anyway, he only went because he didn’t want you to be there on your own.

Now that he was alone in the whole superhero business, he had to figure out a way to enhance the web fluid and somehow manage to make as much of it to last him a month, preferably. He liked the formula he had originally come up with, it was simple and easy to make, but he felt like it could be improved. Him and Tony had talked about upgrading it for a long time before but never managed to get to it. He had to figure it out on his own, along with his personal life and his studying. It was starting to get a bit overwhelming. At least he wasn’t alone socially, he had a wonderful girl that shared his feelings, roommates that were like his brothers and enough acquaintances to have someone to talk to in all his classes.

Peter threw himself on the bed, screenshotting a gym he liked enough to try out tomorrow and fell asleep, still in his clothes.

—-

It was Tuesday night the next week. Peter had been training hard in the gym, socializing, staying late in the lab. It was so hard to get a hold of him in the past few days that you felt like he was purposely avoiding you. He still hadn’t told you what he was doing so late in the lab, no matter how much you asked. You just wanted to hang around with him, watching him work. You enjoyed looking at him like that, concentrated, his brows furrowed in confusion, pacing around nervously while he was thinking, fingers going through his hair. It was entertaining but up to a point, though. And boredom had pushed you into trying experiments of your own. Since you didn’t really know what to do in particular, you opened the textbooks for your shared chemistry class and just started ahead with the material. Upside to this was that Peter was always there to help you just so you wouldn’t kill yourself by mismeasuring. Downside was that Peter was there to see you fail.

You trying to do your own work made him really happy. He always believed more in your skills than you ever did yourself and he knew that putting in extra hours would give you a massive boost in confidence. But micromanaging you along with trying to develop a new web fluid formula was stressing him out. He loved spending time with you and helping you, but constantly worrying about you accidentally burning your skin off with chemicals and him not being able to do anything about it was freaking him out.

“Babe?” He said, his weight rested on his arms he stared at you across the table. “Come over for a second, please.”

“Since when do you call me “babe”?” You asked, taking off the glasses, looking at him. Was he bulkier than before? You could see the outline of his arms through his lab coat.

“Since now. Why are you always displeased with the pet names I call you?”

“Because you pick the funniest pet names out there, first it was pigeon, now it’s a baby.” you giggled, going around the table to get to him. He placed an arm around your waist, pulling you to his chest.

“Okay, I’ll call you my little spider then.”

“Spider? It got even worse!”

He laughed, resting his chin on top of your head.

“Hmmmm, what do you want me to call you then?”

“I don’t know…” you said, thinking about it for a second. Your heart started pounding in your chest. You knew exactly what you wanted him to call you - his girlfriend, but you weren’t sure you had enough courage to say it. It had been months since you started “dating” but he never officially called you his.

“Actually “babe” is fine, kind of generic but I don’t hate it.”

“Glad that’s out of the way then. Would you mind grabbing us something to drink? I’m kind of thirsty.” He asked, reaching for his back pocket and giving you his wallet.

“You’re going to send me alone at night to get you a drink?” you asked, fake shocked to tease him.

“I’m literally sending you to the vending machine outside of the door.”

“Fair enough. What do you want?”

“Surprise me.”

You nodded, heading out to the vending machine outside to get something to drink. It bought Peter just enough time to jog over to your side of the table and switch out the acid you were about to use in your work with the one you were actually supposed to use. He wasn’t sure this was the right way to go about this situation, he knew how upset you got whenever he corrected your mistakes. He also didn’t want the liquid to overflow too rapidly for you to comprehend and burn you, which was exactly what was going to happen. Once he made sure things were in order, he went back to his own notebook, flipping through the pages for the millionth time. You walked back with two iced teas, one with lemon for you and one with peaches for him. You placed the bottles next to him so he could open the two of them.

“Thank you.” He kissed your cheek, taking a sip from the iced tea. He wasn’t that thirsty really, but he had to go along with it.

“How’s the research going?” you asked, sitting on the table with a small jump.

“Could be better honestly.” he replied, closing the notebook and turning to you.

You smiled at him, your hand resting on his shoulder and squeezing it softly to encourage him. He placed his opposite hand on top of yours, holding it gently as he looked at you.

“How are you so pretty, seriously?” he asked out of the blue, making you blush with the words.

“I’ve already told you, braces, accutane and nicely shaped eyebrows.”

He walked up to stand in front of you, taking his gloves off. You smiled at him, your own hands wrapping around his neck. Peter kissed you, his hands resting on your hips, pulling you closer. One hand dug into his hair, the other was gently stroking the back of his neck. His lips danced with yours, making you forget about everything else around the two of you.

“We should go home, it’s late.” He said after the kiss.

“But I haven’t finished!” You whined, your hands resting on his shoulders while he looked at you.

Peter seemed tired, like he hadn’t gotten much sleep lately. His shoulders felt tense under your touch, his eyes had this tired gaze that lazily traced the features on your face, trying to read your expression. His hair was really messy now, which made you reach out to fix it for him.

“Okay. Finish up and we can go rest.”

You nodded, jumping off the table and making your way to your corner of the table. Things went surprisingly smooth with your experiment, which seemed somewhat suspicious at first but you chose to ignore it. You were too happy and proud of yourself to really question it.

—-

You had never been to a boxing gym before. A regular one? Sure, hundreds of times, but never a one specifically designed for boxing. Everything seemed so amusing and interesting, your attention was constantly shifting from the boxing bag, to the ring, to someone doing the ropes. Your head and eyes were moving so fast you could hurt your neck. And then your eyes fell on Peter. It made you freeze on the spot, staring at him. You just had to stare. He had just walked out of the dressing room, wearing shorts and a plain black t-shirt. His hands were wrapped. He ran a hand through his hair nervously, making his way over. You gulped as you made eye contact, the blood rushing into your cheeks. You just couldn’t take your eyes off of him. It felt like that one scene from movies in which the girl is standing on top of the stairs with a gorgeous dress on and the male lead finally realizes how in love with her he is. Except Peter was the pretty girl this time. Someone walked past you, you didn’t even notice until the person gave Peter a fist bump. The two of them shared a laugh, the other guy looking at you and nodding his head.

“I think the chick just fell in love with you.” He laughed, making Peter laugh as well.

You snapped out of your trance, like drooling over Peter wasn’t embarrassing enough already, you had to be called out on it. Your head shot down in shame, looking at your trainers. A dumb smile was spread across Peter’s face while he looked at you fidget nervously under their gaze. He patted the other guy’s shoulder, sending him off as he finally made it over to you, pulling you in a hug.

“How do you like it here?” he asked you as you took the opportunity to hide your flustered face in his neck.

“I’ve been here for 10 minutes and people are just now starting to make fun of me. By my standards it’s good.” you told him, a soft sigh escaping your lips. Peter laughed with your comment, patting the top of your head.

“I didn’t hate what he said.” He admitted.

“Of course you wouldn’t.” You rolled your eyes. He wasn’t the one who got caught staring, he wasn’t the one humiliated by someone random.

“Come on, I brought some extra wrist wraps for you.”

“Wait. I’m training too?”

“Well, obviously, why else did you come? To stare?”

“Actually…”

He laughed again, taking your hand and leading you to the nearest bench. He pulled the wrist wraps from his shorts’ pocket, carefully wrapping your hands in them. You observed every motion, the way the fabric was sliding along his fingers, how his hands moved. Like he had done this a million times before. Or at least it seemed that way. He hadn’t. But patching himself up after a bad fight had given him enough experience to make it seem like he was a pro. After he was done he got up, offering you his hand. You took it, letting him lead the way to a corner where the two of you could train in peace. He greeted a few people here and there, still holding your hand.

“I’m going to show you some basic moves.” He started, standing in front of you at a safe distance. “This is your guard. Your hands need to be like this at all times. It’s for protection.”

You nodded, trying to copy what he was showing you. It wasn’t too hard to do, but watching him was making it hard to fully concentrate.

You spent a good portion of time going over the basic punches, he even gave you a pair of gloves and made you spar with him. The workout had absolutely drained your energy, 30 minutes in and you couldn’t breathe, your legs felt like they couldn’t carry you anymore. Most of your fitness was usually morning jogs a few times a week, if you weren’t too busy with studying or sleeping over at Peter’s. You weren’t completely out of shape, but “fit” was definitely not a word you would confidently describe yourself as. You sat down on a bench, Peter helping you take your gloves off.

“I thought the whole point of this was to watch you train, not torture me.” You said as you were unwrapping your hands. Peter was drinking from his water bottle, sat next to you. He bumped his shoulder into yours, smiling.

“Don’t you do enough Parker-watching in the lab already?”

It made you blush and turn your head away. Truthfully, you had been “Parker-watching” since you started high school and it still wasn’t enough. You started to wonder when exactly you had transformed into this clingy little girl, drooling over him.

“Yo, Pete! Ready for a rematch? I can’t believe the way you kicked my ass last time, I’m taking you down today, tough guy.” Someone from across the room was shouting.

Peter got up, placing one hand with a glove on your shoulder. You looked up at him, he hadn’t even sweat yet, perfect. Your head turned to look at the other guy, slightly taller than Peter, light hair and brown eyes. He was lean, wearing a black snapback, no top, black shorts. You thought he looked like the perfect visualization of a frat guy - tall, sporty and handsome, probably arrogant too.

“You wanted to see me work out, right?”

You nodded, looking back at Peter.

“Then you have to cheer for me extra hard.”

“That’s a little bit cringe but sure, whatever gets you going…”

The guy came up to the two of you, brofisting Peter and then offering you a hand.

“Harry, nice to meet you.”

“Y\N.”

—

You were on your toes the whole time they fought. You stood by the ring, holding your breath whenever a punch was thrown in Peter’s direction. He was undeniably hot with the tight fitting clothes, his curls falling on his face. Being short has its advantages, he was way faster than the guy, he even avoided some punches you were absolutely certain would land, knock him out even. But your boy was like lightning on that ring, he was like a professional. Harry was sweating, running after him, very obviously trying his hardest to hit him, but he just couldn’t. It was impressive, to say the least.

“Come on bro, I’m still warming up.” Peter teased him 15 minutes into the spar.

“Parker, how are you even doing this?”

Peter laughed, his guard still up, he was jumping in front of him like the characters in mortal kombat did. Harry tried punching him again, Peter dodged and went for the ribs. He hit. Harry was on the floor, gasping for air.

“Oh, god, are you alright?” Peter panicked, he got on his knees next to his friend, taking his gloves off to help him. You climbed onto the ring as well, placing a hand on Harry’s shoulder who was laying on the floor, his arms across his chest. You looked at Peter and he looked back, terrified. “This happens all the time, right?” you asked, as Harry curled up in a ball. “He’s okay, right?”

“Fucking show off.” Harry laughed, but the laugh hurt him even more and soon he was in agony again.

—

“I can’t believe this happened.” You said, sitting next to Peter on the stairs in front of the ER.

You had bought an ice cream sandwich and broke it in half, giving him the half that was your favorite, his as well, but you thought he needed it more tonight.

“He’s fine, nothing is wrong with him.” You told Peter, who was blankly staring at his feet, holding the ice cream in his hand and not eating it. “They gave him an x-ray, nothing is broken, he just never took a beating before.”

“I wasn’t even going hard on him..” He mumbled.

You were eating the sandwich, not worried about Harry at all.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, nothing.”

“Hey, it’s okay. Harry is completely fine, he’ll be out in a minute.” You told him, kissing his cheek. “I don’t know what is going on in that pretty head of yours, but whatever it is, I assure you it's wrong.”

He nodded at your words, finally eating from his ice cream. He didn’t know how you managed to do this, but whenever he felt like this, whenever it got really bad in his head, you managed to pull him right out. Maybe it was how cheerful you were around him, and how you made him feel like you could figure it out together. You would get anxious and worried in most situations too, but somehow you made him feel like as long as the two of you were together, you could figure it out. It always brought him back to the night you called him drunk and crying because you got locked out of your dorm room. You were a whole anxious mess, begging him to save you and once he was there you just calmed down. Like you knew he was really there to save you. Peter felt like the world’s most important hero that night, even more than the times he was Spider-man.

You rested your head on his shoulder, finishing up your piece of the ice cream sandwich. You let him sit like that in silence, which was odd to you because your memories of Peter from high school were in many ways completely opposite to him now. You couldn’t help but remember with nostalgia how open and emotionally vulnerable he was. He would openly tell and show his friends he loved them, and his ex-girlfriend too. You missed that dork, the one that would go in straight for a hug the first day he meets you, but he grew into the awkward handshake dude. Something about him now was very closed off, like there was this wall between the two of you that you didn’t dare jump over. He was still funny and charming, very communicative too, but he rarely talked about how things made him feel. He rarely even shared what was actually going on with him, why he would get so little sleep or what that damn project he’s working on is about. It was putting a lot of distance between the two of you, which you were noticing now after the initial euphoria of dating your high school crush was over. You were trying to build a foundation on top of a sinkhole with him .

The two of you were so lost in the silence, in the train of your own thoughts, that you didn’t even hear Harry standing behind the two of you.

“Are you communicating telepathically?” he asked, making the two of you turn. Peter had the sandwich in his mouth while he stood up, hugging his friend. You stood there by them awkwardly.

“I’m so sorry.” Peter told Harry after he let go.

“I’m not going to ask for a spar with you, ever again. You’re way too good at this, you should teach me!”

Peter scratched the back of his neck, laughing nervously.

“No, I’m not that good, I’m just short.”

“Man, you have to be professionally trained, or a monster at the gym. I've been training since I was 12, I’ve seen hundreds of opponents. No one of them have hit me this hard. And I got my jaw broken on the ring. Twice!”

At that point Harry had started walking on the sidewalk and the two of you subconsciously followed him because of the conversation.

“And you’ve been doing it for a week? I’m not buying that, you’re lying!”

“A week?” you asked, looking at Peter confused. “He’s been doing it for months.”

“Months? This guy showed up at the gym for the first time on Saturday, it hasn’t even been a full week.”

You and Harry stopped, looking at Peter for answers. His lies caught up to him and he panicked, he panicked a lot this time. It was easier when it was just you to lie to, because there was no one who could catch him red handed. You crossed your arms in front of your chest, looking at him with squinted eyes. He felt like a deer caught in headlights under your gaze. You had never questioned anything he said before and he was afraid you were about to start.

“He means that… It’s the first time I’ve been to his gym.” he said finally “I used to go to a different one but the guys there… were bullies to me. Remember?”

He was a ball of nerves, placing his hands in his pockets to try and hide it. Peter’s body got stiff and he was trying his best not to lose his composure but he just started blurring out a made up story to save himself.

“You’ve never told me about anyone bullying at the gym.”

“You can’t have forgotten about that one time I came back with a black eye and all… They were just really… bad? I thought that if I got stronger and tougher they would stop but they di-” you interrupted him with a hug, squeezing him tightly.

You knew he was uncomfortable with all of this, and it was hard for him to talk about his feelings and what he was going through. You had to reassure him this was not an attack but a safe conversation. It explained his weird behavior to an extent. He was bullied in high school too and you hoped those days were over for him. Being bullied as an adult is something completely different than the childish jokes in school, that’s why you thought part of the reason he was so closed off now.

“It’s okay, Pete.” You mumbled. “You don’t have to talk about it, I believe you.”

He finally breathed out, hugging you back.

“It’s okay, I’m tough. I almost broke Harry today.”

“Too soon, Parker.”

—

It was a normal Monday evening for you, late hours in the lab, the soft sizzling of something on the stove, the heavy chemical smell in the air. Your palms felt sweaty inside the rubbed gloves and the goggles you were using were recently regulated by someone with a smaller head, which resulted in an uncomfortable squeezing of your head, which was about to give you a headache soon. The only thing that was missing in this scene was Peter. In the last few days he had been coming very late to the lab dates. You didn’t think much of it really, he had told you about wanting to spend more time with his new friend - Harry. He felt incredibly guilty about the whole almost-breaking his ribs situation recently and as a compensation, Peter offered to train him. It left you with even more time on your hands, which resulted in a lot of boredom. You were so ahead on class work that there was no point in continuing, you were not trying to graduate early. The second best thing you could think of was helping Peter with his very secret project, and hiding that from him, of course.

You spent enough hours watching him, observing the chemicals he was using, the way he was combining them and the nervous scribbling in his notebook. You read that notebook a dozen times, filled with chemical compounds, processes, results that were circled in red or scratched out. Most of the research didn’t seem like it was going smoothly for him, he had written things like “failed” all over the pages. And even with chemistry not being the strongest of your subjects, you knew that things were going wrong for him mostly because he had tunnel vision. He had written the key ingredients he was using down and most of his work was based around them - in different proportions, different ways of mixing. But none of them were giving the results he was seeking. After a good amount of time brainstorming you decided this whole thing needed a different approach. The issue was, you thought, in the key ingredients themselves. That’s how you secretly ended up developing your own version of the web fluid formula. You had been trying to use things which you had read would give similar, and preferably better, results in the experiment. For two weeks now you had been using the free time away from Peter to do just that - help him in his work. And it was going well, so well that you actually considered yourself ready by the beginning of the third week. You made sure to write everything down, following his example, so you wouldn’t forget something important.

You took the jar that had white goo in it, softly bubbling up over the fire and mixed it up with a metal stick. The white goo had risen like dough and it was sticking to the metal as you were stirring it around. You pulled the metal stick up, the white substance all over it, stretching after it. In this exact moment the door opened and Peter barged in, almost out of breath. You head turned, looking at his messy hair, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he was trying to calm his breathing before greeting you.

“Hello, beautiful, sorry I’m late.” He told you, throwing his bag on a chair and putting a lab coat on.

“Hi.” You smiled at him, placing the jar down on the table.

He seemed distracted and in a rush, like usual. You walked over to him as he was putting some gloves on so you could fix the collar on his lab coat that got flipped over. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead while you did that.

“What have you been up to in here?”

“Actually, your work.”

“My work?” His brows furrowed in confusion, making you bite your lip before you took his hand and led him to the table.

“Well, you’ve been silently working on this whole project for so long now, it’s been months. The one you are very sparse with the details with. But I took the time to read over you notes, plus I've seen your experiments like a million times…” you said, grabbing the jar again and lifting it up for him to see. The metal stick was still inside, you pulled it up and the white substance inside followed it, sticking to it but still moving like melted cheese. “I tried a different approach.”

He took the jar from your hands and inspected himself, playing around with it, touching it with his fingers even.

“How even-”

“The technology I used is slightly different to yours. And the ingredients too. From what I could understand, you were trying to replicate the functionality and durability of an actual spider web… designed to suit human weight of course. With that being said, the results shouldn’t be absolutely permanent as well, like this thing, it should dissolve after some time, right?”

He nodded, listening to you with a lot of attention.

“So… I developed this formula, the whole mixture is activated by heat, of course, but once activated it can be stored in these particular qualities, in containers for example. But it does lose these qualities over time, especially when it’s hit by direct sunlight.”

“How much time does it last?”

“Depends on the conditions but… Two to four hours from what I’ve tried.”

He was staring blankly at you, still holding the jar in the palm of his hand. He didn’t really know what to say or do, all kinds of thoughts were running around in his head. He was amazed, absolutely stunned by the way you managed to do this. Peter was also incredibly proud, he could say that much. But the fear of being exposed as Spider-man was bubbling up in his chest, his heart was beating fast, his palms were starting to sweat.

You were looking at him, waiting for him to say something, anything at this point. You were starting to get anxious. Did you fuck up? Did you cross a line you were not supposed to? Was he upset with you? He never asked for your help but you did it anyway. Did you ruin the whole thing for him? The only thing you could hear at this point was the ringing in your ears.

“You’re a genius!” He exclaimed finally, a smile spreading across his lips as he looked at the worried expression on your face. Your features softened up, a sigh of relief escaped your lips after he spoke.

“Can I look over your notes?”

“Yeah, definitely!”

You turned around and grabbed the notebook you had been using to write down your research. He skimmed over it, flipping through the neatly written pages.

“You’re actually brilliant!” he told you after he was done reading it, placing the notebook on the table. “I need to run a couple of tests to check for a few other things but your formula looks so much better than mine.”

“Yeah, sure, take it. I made it for you anyway.”

“Look at you, making your own web fluid formula and you were scared to even do the lab experiments during class a few months ago.”

“My own what? Web fluid?”

It had just slipped out of him. His eyes widened, all the blood left his face. He looked as if he had just seen a ghost. And in reality he had seen a ghost - the ghost of his past, coming back to haunt him again. There was no coming back from this, he was caught red handed and it was his own fault. Not that he wanted it to happen, but he was tired, overwhelmed and overworked.

It didn’t take a degree in math to put 2 and 2 together and a lot of things were starting to make sense for you now. All the time he was spending in the lab developing a “web fluid”, the random disappearing from time to time, his past Stark internship, the link between Spider-man and the Avengers. It was all adding up.

“You’re working for Spider-man!” You finally said, like you had come to the most logical conclusion there was.

“I’m what?” He asked almost immediately. His head was a mess, trying to come up with the best possible lie to cover himself up.

“It all makes sense! He knows you from the Stark internship you did back in high school, and he asked you to develop a new formula, right?”

Peter was finding it hard to believe his ears or his luck. Of all the things he could have come up with on his own, none of them could beat the thing you just did. He was sure you would have figured it out by now, after this fatal error he made. And somehow your brain was so overcomplicating the situation so much that you couldn’t come up with the right answers. You had such blind faith in him that even for a split second you didn’t question any excuse he had given you before. He was blinking silently, looking at you. In his mind he was debating whether he should finally tell you the truth and break the most sacred oath he had taken in front of himself. Or if he should continue expanding the web of lies he had created until he himself gets caught up in it.

“Absolutely, you got me here.”

Shallow and disgusting, he thought to himself, a bitter taste on his tongue as the words echoed in the room. He chose a lie, a dirty lie to the only person who cared for him so deeply, the person who trusted him so blindly. Would you accept him and continue loving him if you knew the truth? And the issue for him at this point wasn’t about the truth anymore, it was about the way he was treating you. His heart shattered when you smiled and hugged him.

“I knew it! You’re so smart that the actual Avengers need you! You have so many great things ahead of you!”

Your soft giggle felt like a direct stab to the heart. His shaky hands wrapped around your waist while you hugged him. He held you close, closer than ever before because there was an uneasy, heavy feeling in his stomach that if he let go now, he would never touch you again.

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moremaybank · 1 year

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I'LL GO ANYWHERE YOU GO — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

summary your best friend jj gives you a token to show you how much he treasures you.

warnings none, just soft!jj with hella fluff because i said so

jj masterlist

you stood in front of your mirror, desperately trying to fasten the clasp of your necklace but failing miserably.

“you almost ready? the kegger’s about to— oh. need a hand?” jj asks, walking into your room and tossing his backpack on your bed carelessly.

“actually, yeah. this clasp is tricky as hell.”

he chuckles wordlessly, striding over to you so he can help. or so you thought. jj takes the necklace out of your hands and discards it on your dresser, and your brows furrow in response.

“hey,” you frown, “what are you doing? i need help putting it on, not taking it off.”

“i have a surprise for you,” he replies, as if he isn’t up to no good. he reaches into the back pocket of his distressed shorts and pulls out a small black velvet box. he extends his hand to you, but you give him a puzzled look.

“oh god, what did you do?”

he chuckles, “why are you just assuming that i’ve done something?”

“because you’re you. i know you way too well, and at this point, if you’re giving me something in a velvet-wrapped box, it means you’ve done something bad. possibly illegal.”

“not true. i’m doing this out of the goodness of my own heart.”

you stare at him warily, not sure what to make of whatever the blonde boy is handing you. he looks a little too eager for your liking, and you’re not sure if you should be nervous or aiding and abetting an escape from the law. but then he flashes you a grin, his signature dimple on full display, and you know you can’t resist him.

“come on. i worked my ass off to get you this. even had the store put it on hold,” he tells you.

“jj, how many times do i have to tell you that i don’t want you spending your hard-earned money on me? it should be spent on you.”

“princess, i only need three things in life to be happy; weed, beer, and you.”

“so you’ve given up on food and water?” you question, cocking your head at him with a smart-ass look.

“alcohol and the devil’s lettuce will sustain me for as long as god intends, pretty girl. now will you open the box?” he asks, placing the small box into your hands.

“you’re not proposing to me, are you? ‘cause if you are, you should buy me dinner first.”

“for the love of all things holy, will you just open it?”

you huff a sigh, “fine.”

you open the lid, and your eyes instantly land on a breathtaking necklace. the pendant was of the letter ‘j,’ and it reflected off the sunlight beaming into your bedroom.

“jj…” you breathe, not being able to help the tears from welling up in your eyes. “i— it’s beautiful. you sure you didn’t steal it? be honest,” you deflect. you try your hardest not to read too much into it, but you can’t help it. the thought of jj, your jj, giving you a necklace with the initial of his first name to take the place of your current everyday necklace makes your heart swell. it’s like carrying him with you, right next to it, everywhere you go.

“i swear, princess. i didn’t steal it. i saw it a couple of months ago when i was with john b and sarah in some kook store over on figure eight, and i decided to save up for it so i could give it to you. consider it an early birthday present for my favourite girl.”

“j, my birthday isn’t for six months. and it’s not that i don’t appreciate it, but you shouldn’t have had to pinch pennies to give me this. you work so hard, and you deserve every cent you earn.”

he sets the small jewelry box aside on your dresser and takes your hands into his, thumbs brushing over your knuckles as he gazes deeply into your eyes. the most beautiful eyes he’s ever seen.

“listen. you’ve given me everything. a place to rest my head when i need it, the most beautiful heart i’ve ever known, and my favourite person in the world. you deserve this and so much more. plus, you’re my best friend, and i can spoil you any time i goddamn please.”

you blush, avoiding his gaze as you stare down at your intertwined fingers. “you are so sweet, y’know that? too much for your own good.”

“i try,” he beams at you but shrugs his shoulders casually as if to say it isn’t a big deal.

“you succeed,” you say. “will you put it on for me?”

he smiles so wide that you can tell how much you and the personal piece of jewelry mean to him. “of course, pretty girl. turn around.”

you do as he says, facing your back to him and gathering your hair so you can move it out of the way. jj carefully removes the necklace from the miniature jewelry box and places the chain over your collarbone as he fastens it behind your neck. his fingers linger for a moment as he moves to retreat, and you feel a warmth, his warmth surge through you as he touches you. goosebumps erupt all over your skin as you feel the electricity from his hands course throughout your body.

you both look at your shared reflection in the mirror, and your gaze locks on his ocean-blue eyes. jj offers you a smile that’s impossible not to return as you both stand together so close. you can practically feel the quick thump-thumping of his heart against the skin of your back as he begins to blush.

his hands move to your shoulders. “now you’ll always have a piece of me with you. it’s cheesy as hell, but you’re destined for greatness. i believe that. so, no matter where you go, what you conquer, or how far you are from me, i’ll always be there for you. i’ll always protect you.”

“i love you, j,” you breathe. you turn back to face him. “you know that if i ever get out of here, i’m bringing you with me, right? i’m not me without you,” you mumble into his shoulder after throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight embrace.

of course, you mean it more than platonically, but the words are true to your heart either way. your love for him constantly overtook your being, but it was to the most significant degree at this moment. you’re desperate to ensure that he knows how much you appreciate him. jj has gone through so much of his life thinking he wasn’t enough for anyone that crossed his path, but that was never the case for you. he always came through, no matter when you needed him. especially then.

“i’ll go anywhere you go,” he whispers. his hand cradled the back of your head as he held you to him, instantly sighing in contentment at how close the two of you were. “and i love you too, my pretty girl. so much more than you’ll ever know. and i hope that someday i can prove it to you.”

little did he know that he proved the strength of his adoration for you every day.

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snowy-vee · 27 days

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TUG: I can’t have my heart lookin’ stupid (2)

n/a: I am on the wost mental block, unable to write anything, so I've decided to just WRITE WHATEVER, so I may be posting One-shots and writing for the On-goings whenever inspo come at me, I was going to write some shower smut but maybe for the opening of next chapter. Also, I always forget of the taglists, so sorry, I'll try to remember better after this one

Chapter not revised

taglist; @littlegingerperson5 @lil-elliesgf @bready101 @lmaoo-spiderman @elliescoolerwife @girlrotterr @les4elliewilliams @ellseasp @elsgirll @mikellie

INDEX

You finally could rest in that desk after finishing all the work Professor Mendozal eft you, you sighed looking around the office. Yeah, time to go to your dorm and sleep, maybe cuddle with Ellie if she was down to it, of course cuddling as friends.

Because you and Ellie were friends before anything, you two should never forget that, even if it came with some benefits that had to be kept secret to the public for the good of friendships and relationships. Sometimes you felt bad about what you were doing but then she had her lips on yours and that was enough to shut those thoughts… and Daniel did not deserve to be hurt because he couldn’t make you cum, maybe one day he would stop moving his fingers in your clit as if he was a fucking DJ mixing the worst mix in the history of music.

“Hi” You said opening the door of the dorm, throwing your backpack in your bed and throwing yourself too leaving a frustrated huff. Ellie was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed typing in her laptop barely acknowledging you, it was normal when you entered the dorm tired and just screamed into the pillow or sigh heavily and then went silent for long seconds. “You’re doing homework?”

“Yeah”

“Oh, shit!” You suddenly kneel on your bed, opening your backpack and pulling out a brown bag. Ellie looks at the bag and opens her mouth surprised as you wave it.

“No way”

“Yes way” you said going to her bed and sitting on the edge as you gave the bag to her “I did a little stop and I saw the bakery you like, so I decided to buy the pastries you talk so much, you can see it as thank you”

She opens the bag taking out one and biting it, she closes her eyes and licks her lips. You chuckled at her reaction; she seemed so adorable to you. “This is like fifteen minutes away from your building, you are thanking me for what?”

“For that tongue of yours”

“I must be really good for you to spend money in this, very expensive for your wallet” you open your mouth wide muttering a long ‘wow’ with a hand on your chest, showing how offended you felt.

“This is what I get for being nice… now, for real, the notes you sent me for the class? Worked so fucking great, I almost had a brain orgasm”

“That doesn’t sound great, not something I want to experience”

“Trust me, you do…” you chuckled looking over her desk, there was clothes neatly folded in the chair and her “special shoes” (meaning she only wore them once in a blue moon) were out of their box “You’re going out tonight? Where? A good party? I wanna go!”

“Uh, something like that, I guess” she scratched the back of her neck and smiled weirdly “It’s my anniversary with Cat”

“Ew- I mean, amazing! That’s so… coupley of you two ¡Go lesbians! or whatever”

Ellie stared at you for a long minute tilting her head before she talked again. “Okay, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Nothing, just being supportive” You got up from the bed and went to check the clothes to see what the outfit was “Oh, god, I could be supportive helping you not look like your everyday ¿What the hell is this? ¿Are this the same jeans you wore yesterday?”

“I look good in those!” Ellie got up leaving the pastries in her night stand and snatching the pants from your hand.

“Never said you didn’t” You raised your hands in a gesture of peace. “What I’m saying is that you let me help picking you a good fit to impress Cat in your anniversary, come on, don’t let romance die, you guys are so cute and-”

“Will you stop talking if I say yes?”

You nodded energetically clapping once as you turned around and open the doors of her wardrobe. Ellie sighed defeated as she went back to her bed and kept working a little bit more until you could find something worthy, it’s not like she didn’t had good clothes, it’s just that her style was very plain and casual but it look great on her, she did not care that much, now if we talked about shoes… Ellie was a sneaker head, at least one in making, half of her paycheck or allowance went on some new shoes and she started telling you every detail and why it was so different from the other one she got last month, you couldn’t care less but you liked how she expressed herself so you listened to every word and sometimes found yourself spitting some random fact to someone that you learned from her about it.

In less than 30 minutes you had something “Try this on!”

You threw the clothes at her landing poorly on the floor next to the bed, she again gave you that look but huffed taking off her tank top, she had no underwear and you were shamelessly looking at her tits as she put on the shirt and started buttoning it up. There was no way you were dolling her up to go on a date with a Cat and you were going to be locked up in the room celibate mode, that sounded frustrating.

“Not bad, actually” Ellie looked at her reflection in the mirror, nodding slowly as she checked herself.

The clothes fit her so good and the new haircut she got days ago made her look 100% better, you were smiling through the pain of not being able to rip them and make her yours in that exact moment. Ellie was now making faces in the mirror, tucking her hair behind her ear with one hand on her chin, etc.

“Miss steal yo-girl is feeling herself” you chuckled going back to your bed, your job was done here “With that outfit you will get a lot of girls”

She chuckled too starting to undress as she was walking towards the bathroom “Well, Cat is the only one that matters”

“…yeah”

You could hear the water running but the door was still open, maybe she was waiting for it heat up, anyway, you were going to respect their relationship tonight, It was anniversary night, that was a big thing. Cat had all the rights to only she be the one to have Ellie for herself that day and you were not going to meddle.

“Wanna shower?” Ellie was leaning against the doorframe only a towel cover her body, you practically jump from your bed to meet her in the bathroom taking your clothes off quickly.

“I thought you were never going to ask”

If Ellie didn’t respect her relationship, why would you?

#ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie fanfic #ellie smut #ellie williams fic #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams au #ellie williams smut

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putaposyinyourhair · 10 months

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Slowly but Also Like All at Once

noah diaz x mirage (the ship of dreams or whatever that old bitch said in titanic)

warnings : reek gets his own flirt on, noah is tired™️, and breanna diaz is here but she ain't here to play

side note: this fic is also on ao3!

Noah’s kind of glad that as soon as he has the apartment door unlocked, Reek shoves him aside and barges his way inside like he owns the place. Because not a second later, a chancla comes flying across the room and slaps into the wall not one foot away from Reek’s head— the poor guy freezing up immediately, his eyes wide.

“Ma!” Noah admonishes, pocketing his keys and pushing past Reek so he can set down his box of electronics atop the short bookcase his ma insists on using as a foyer table. “You can’t just be whippin’ those around! You’re gonna seriously injure somebody that ain’t me one of these days.”

His ma has both her hands over her mouth, like she recognizes her mistake too, and when she lowers them, Noah can see she has the decency to at least look sheepish about nearly clocking his friend with her slipper. Still, it doesn’t stop her from also outright glaring at him— like it’s his fault.

“Pero escuché tu voz, so I thought it was you, and you deserve it,” she snaps at him pointedly, before she looks to Reek. “Reek, honey, I’m so sor—” she cuts herself off with a sharp gasp at the sight of all the blood on the lower half of Reek’s face.

“What the hell happened?” she demands instead, clearly concerned. Although the concern doesn’t last very long. Because she seems quick to come to her own conclusions and narrows her eyes at the both of them.

“You boys weren’t out gettin’ into trouble, were you? I swear to God, you two are gonna—”

The loud slam of a door sounds from down the hall.

“Is that Sonic?” Kris cries, rushing into the room like the namesake should be his instead.

Noah grins widely, toeing off his sneakers and simultaneously slipping off his backpack— letting it fall to the floor beside the bookcase with a small thud— just in time to catch his little brother who comes flying at him and nearly knocks the breath straight out of him with what feels like the world’s tightest hug.

“You missed it!” Kris proclaims eagerly, pulling back only far enough to look up at Noah. “I almost beat Bowser! I was so close!”

“Damn, really?” Noah inquires, reaching up to ruffle the kid’s curls affectionately. “That’s cool, bro. Just a few more tries and you gon’ get his ass. I know it.”

Kris beams and pulls away completely, releasing Noah, before he looks over at Reek and frowns, one brow arching.

“Who beat the shit out of you?” he queries openly.

“Language, Kris!” their ma shouts from the kitchen, where she’s already gathered some napkins and is bent over under the kitchen sink, probably looking for that bottle of rubbing alcohol they keep down there. “Reek, sweetie, come over here so we can get your face cleaned up.”

Reek relaxes— his momentary stupor fading— and his lips curl up into a dreamy sort of smile as he kicks off his sneakers then floats across the room to lean against the kitchen table.

Noah narrows his eyes at the other man, already knowing where this is going.

Noah’s ma slaps Reek’s knees open so she can step in between them to be able to reach his face— she’s already kicking up a fuss, telling Reek he has to take better care of himself— and Reek, of course, can’t help the self-satisfied little smirk he shoots in Noah’s direction.

Noah’s hands ball into fists at his sides.

“You hit on my mama one time today man, just one, and I’m throwing your ass out the window,” Noah warns him. Because, unfortunately, it’s a thing.

Reek, the absolute bastard, swears that one day he’s going to bag Breanna Diaz.

Which is absurd.

The only way that’s ever going to happen is if it’s right over Noah’s dead body.

“Ay, Noah, don’t be ridiculous,” his ma chastises casually, shaking her head as she dabs at Reek’s nose with a wad of wet napkins— completely oblivious to the fact that Reek is practically preening under her care. “Reek, how did this happen?”

Before Reek can respond, Kris looks up at Noah with a frown.

“And why didn’t you come home for dinner last night?” he questions. Their ma scoffs.

“You mean why he didn’t come home at all,” she points out, glancing over with a look on her face that clearly reads as disapproval. “You could at least call, mijo.”

Noah releases a sharp sigh, his shoulders drooping as he deflates under the weight of the guilt.

Kris wanders away from him, sauntering over to their ma and Reek so he can get a closer look at the damage on Reek’s face.

“I know, ma,” Noah acquiesces, defeated and exhausted, even as he reaches up behind his neck to grab at the collar of his Henley so he can pull it off— he’s been wearing it for over twenty-four hours at this point, and all he really wants is a shower. “I’m sorry. I just… I got caught up.”

His ma looks over for a second, both brows arched, before she returns to the task at hand.

“Ooh,” Kris teases. “Is it a girl? It’s a girl, isn’t it? What’s her name?”

Noah rolls his eyes at his baby brother’s antics, reaching down to unbuckle his belt and laughing when his ma presses a napkin soaked in rubbing alcohol to Reek’s nose, pulling an incredibly high-pitched yelp from the man’s throat.

Reek narrows his eyes at Noah.

“Oh, you think that’s funny, huh?”

Noah grins crookedly at him, his shirt and belt clutched in one hand.

“It’s hilarious, dude.”

The slow menacing look-and-smirk combination that distorts Reek’s face is quite frankly terrifying and Noah stills, tensing.

Reek leans back, just slightly, and his gaze slides over to Kris.

“Nah, li’l man, there ain’t no girl,” he drawls wickedly. “Our boy Noah over here, he’s a man of taste. He’s got a preference for something different; little metal, some rubber, six cylinders.”

Noah wants to wrangle his thick ass neck with his bare hands.

Kris’ lips purse to the side, his forehead scrunching— clearly bewildered.

“For the last time, man,” Noah snaps. “I didn’t fu—” he cuts himself off with a sharp inhale, throwing his hands into the air— completely done with trying to deny it any further— before he exhales at length.

Reek’s just going to believe what he wants anyway. Fuck it.

Noah’s ma glances over at him again, one perfectly plucked brow arched in question.

“I’ma go shower,” Noah decides, then points a long finger at Reek. “You better not still be in my damn house by the time I get out. I swear to God, bro.” He crosses the room and pretends not to hear Kris asking Reek what he meant by metal, rubber, and cylinders.

“Ay, mijo, por qué eres tan grosero?” his ma calls after him as he goes, and Noah does his best to not react when he hears her add on a quieter, “Well, there’s clearly no girl. He wouldn’t have a stick up his ass if he was seein’ any action.”

Reek’s raucous laughter echoes down the hall, following Noah right into the bathroom.

Noah slams the door closed behind him.

“Carajo, Noah! Don’t be slammin’ doors in my house!”

Noah huffs, dropping his shirt into the hamper that’s wedged in between the toilet and the sink— where it’s not supposed to be, because Kris has a habit of getting up during the night to piss, and being half-asleep, he drips all over the place. It’s nasty. His little brother’s kind of a slob but being the baby, their ma just keeps letting him get away with it.

Noah hangs his belt off of one of the hooks behind the door before he turns to the mirrored vanity cabinet and takes a second to study his reflection.

His curls are wild and he’s pretty sure he can still spot sand in there. The bags under his eyes are puffy and a slightly deeper color than usual and— Noah leans in closer— his lips look like they’ve been bitten raw, no doubt courtesy of the wild rollercoaster ride of emotions he’d experienced overnight.

All in all, he looks like shit.

With an utterly drained sigh, Noah slips out of both his jeans and boxer briefs and tosses them into the hamper as well, before he throws open the shower curtain and steps into the bathtub.

He showers rather quickly— which is kind of a miracle because he’d honestly thought getting all the sand out of his hair would take a lot longer. He washes up in a sort of automatic way, his hands and body going through the motions, while his mind wanders.

He finds himself going over every single moment of the last twenty-four hours with a fine-toothed comb. From heading into the garage the day before, wondering if he’d ever see his mech friend again. To Mirage’s sudden miraculous return— which Noah can still hardly believe even happened. To spending the night with the bot on that beach in Long Island under the lighthouse.

And getting the chance to meet Ratchet. Noah makes a mental note to thank the medic when or even if he gets the chance.

Ratchet had managed to do what Noah couldn’t; fix Mirage.

Ratchet had been the one to right Noah’s colossal fuck-up with the plate he’d cracked in half.

Ratchet had given him his best friend back.

Noah owes him a lot.

His mind shifts then, turning his attention to the metaphorical elephant in the room; the offer to join the autobots on their, hopefully simple, scouting mission to Colorado.

He purposely ignores the tiny voice in the back of his head— the one that, obnoxiously, sounds like Reek— that tries to remind him the mission isn’t the only metaphorical elephant in the room.

There’s also the matter of Mirage’s completely spontaneous flirting.

Because, yeah, Noah can definitely recognize it for what it is now. He might not have any game himself but he’s not that dense.

Plus, Reek had clearly read and interpreted it as just so— coming to the assumption after hearing just one of Mirage’s lines.

The man had badgered Noah the whole way up to the apartment over it; over whether or not Noah had ‘fucked the car.’

He’s honestly more surprised over the fact that the man had managed to go straight from ‘the car talks’ to ‘did you fuck it, Noah’ than over the fact that Reek apparently has zero issues with Noah theoretically fucking a car.

Which is wild. Especially seeing as Reek is completely unaware that the aforementioned car is actually a twelve foot alien.

But he’s not thinking about any of that though.

No. He’s thinking about whether or not he’s ready to drop everything— drop his entire life, not that he really has much going on at the moment— to go on an impromptu road trip with a bunch of aliens. To the Rockies. To possibly locate another alien. One that may or may not be one of the bad guys.

“Fuck,” Noah sighs, reaching out to turn off the water.

He wonders when his life got so complicated.

Unbidden, a vivid image of Mirage fucking with him as he’d tried to jimmy the lock and open the door on the Porsche simultaneously comes to mind.

Right.

That’s when.

Noah pulls a towel out of the bathroom closet— a blue one because his ma has them color-coordinated and assigned; Noah’s are blue, Kris’ are green, and hers are red. The woman’s surprisingly laid back about a lot of stuff— for example, Kris being an utter slob— but bathroom linens are not one of them.

Noah’s not sure why and at this point in his life, he’s kind of scared to ask. It’s easier to just roll with it.

He dries off then wraps his towel around his waist and steps back over to the mirror so he can try and get his curls under control. If he doesn’t, they’ll just dry up all frizzy and crazy. And he hates it when that happens. Because he’s kind of lazy and he won’t bother trying to fix it, he’ll just wear a cap over it every time he steps out of the house until he washes his hair again.

When he’s satisfied, Noah turns and steps out of the bathroom.

“Damn, mami, that’s cold,” he instantly hears— Reek’s voice coming from the kitchen. “Why you gotta do me like that?”

The asshole is still in his house, hitting on his ma. The kitchen’s out of view from where Noah’s standing just outside the bathroom so he can’t see his friend but he narrows his eyes in that general direction anyway.

Then, an idea pops into his head. And his lips curl.

“Reek, man if you don’t get yo’ ass outta my house, I’ma tell Rosie from downstairs about your special friendship with that white girl from Staten Island!”

He hears an abrupt thud from the kitchen and watches gleefully as Reek trips his way across the room, apologizing to his ma and telling her he has to go because he thinks he, ‘left the stove on.’

Chump.

Noah grins when the front door slams, signifying the other man’s departure. Then he spins around and strolls languidly into his bedroom, lips pursed smugly. He shuts his bedroom door behind him with a foot so he can change into a fresh pair of boxer briefs then throws on a random pair of basketball shorts and a wife beater, before immediately throwing himself face first onto his bed, groaning loudly as his body relaxes into the mattress.

He gazes up at the stuff on his wall— his Wu-Tang Clan poster and his vinyl sleeves— for a moment.

But he must fall asleep immediately after that because one second he’s blinking at the Puerto Rican flag on his wall and the next, he’s waking up on his side, facing the bedroom door, after hearing his name be called in a low sort of hiss.

Kris is standing underneath the frame of his bedroom door, staring at him with a sort of apprehensive look on his face. He keeps glancing back over his shoulder to his own room every other second.

“Hmm?” Noah slurs, still half-asleep and struggling to keep his eyes open. “Wassup, Tails?”

Kris’ wide-eyed gaze snaps back over to him.

“Dude, Knuckles is in my room.”

Noah groans, lifting a hand to wave the kid away.

“That don’t even make no sense, Kris,” he grunts out. “He wouldn’t fit.” With that said, Noah pulls his pillow out from beneath his face and covers his head with it, hoping his little brother will take it for what it is; a dismissal.

“He says he’s taking you to Colorado?”

It takes a second for Kris’ words to register.

But when they do, Noah’s pretty sure he sets the world record for the fastest anyone’s ever jumped out of bed

#noah x mirage #norage #noah diaz #mirage #mirage rotb #transformers rise of the beasts #transformers rotb #mirage x noah

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mintkookiess · 8 months

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HIII!! could you do proposing hcs with miles(1610)??

Miles Morales headcannons # 8

SAY LESS ANON (I think its abt time i do reqs again) Given that this is hcs on Miles proposing, naturally he's all grown up here okay?

Hope you enjoy babe

Love,

Mint

Miles Morales is the most awkward man of all, but at least he’s still somehow brave enough to push through with his ideas. Though this time, proposing to you was something that he really held back on until the last minute

You’ve both been dating for a few years and he knew it was high time to take your relationship to the next level, to settle down with you officially.

He’s actually held on to this idea for the longest time, but he was just scared that maybe you’d think he was going too fast or maybe you weren’t ready for that type of commitment yet

So it starts with subtle hints, you know? Or maybe subtle hints to you, but he just thinks his actions are going unnoticed

Like going on a casual date to the mall and he stares at the ring stores for a bit too long that you have to tug on his jacket’s sleeve to continue walking

You had an inkling of what your boyfriend has been thinking about, but you were just patient with him, let Miles go about it in his own pace (go you!)

He isn’t big on extravagant things, like from when he asked you to be together with him, Miles just said it when the two of you were in his room, teasing and tickling the hell out of each other that he blurted it out

But for proposing? He’d want to step up his game just a wee bit,

He wants it to be absolutely perfect, but not too much that it scares or overwhelms you (and him)

Miles has asked his mom about this, and Mama Rio goes on ahead to tell him that he shouldn’t overthink and that you’d love whatever he does

Which is true of course

He starts listing down like his ideas on his phone’s notes

Miles is more of a casual guy, so he crosses off the formal ones like some fancy dinner or a yacht

He settles down to doing it in that secret spot on top of an abandoned building reserved for just the two of you

It requires Miles to swing the both of you to the top, so it was really solely for just you and him and the place has been covered with memories like pinned pictures, old worn out fairy lights adorning the walls, and— you get the picture

But this time he changes the whole place

Balloons on the floor, scattered with rose petals, the fairy lights stayed on though, slightly dimmed as it was fading but still enough

He swung you to the top of the building as usual, but this time you had a blindfold on. Despite your protests your boyfriend wouldn’t let up so you just gave in.

Miles’ heart was beating erratically that he’s afraid you’d be able to feel it through his suit, and he just prayed the wind was strong enough to hide it. When the two of you landed, he grabbed you by the elbows and gently ushered you towards the center of the place.

“Just stay still amor,” He said, trying to keep his voice from shaking. Miles pulls out the red velvet box from his backpack and crouched down on one knee in front of you. He gulped hard, hands shaking as he raised the tiny box up. “You can remove it now.”

You quickly untie the blindfold to see him and the entire setup of the place. Tears had immediately run down your cheeks and it honestly made him want to cry with you, but he knew he had to say what he needed to say.

“I’m- wait crap,” He pulls out the mask from his head and you see how flushed his cheeks were, and he had this lovesick grin on his lips, brown eyes glistening with tears threatening to fall.

“Anyway… Sorry about that I knew this is like a serious thing, and the mask would be really weird since you wouldn’t be able to take me seriously, maybe? I don’t know I guess it’s—“

“Miles you’re rambling sweetie,” You laughed between tears. Your boyfriend cleared his throat, “Right sorry, just uh nervous.”

Miles took a deep breath, opening the box to reveal the ring which had belonged to his grandmother (Mama Rio gave it to him for when he finds the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with).

“I’ve thought about this for a long time now, and I’d love to go on about how much you mean to me but I know that’ll just stall it and all that so…”

“Will you marry me amor?”

“YES YES Are you kidding?! Of course Miles!”

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More of my Miles content here babes!

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fictionalwhores · 1 year

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Dating Peter Parker headcanons...

-This boy is such boyfriend material

-I mean just look at this cute bean

-Him swinging through your window with a box of pizza and DVDs when you say you want a movie night

-Because let's be real, movie nights are totally a thing with him

-Peter brags that he has all your favorite snacks memorized and will always buy you some when you’re having a tough day

-In reality he just has an ongoing list in his phone of your favorites, but he will never admit to it

-This bean is a great cuddler don't even fight me on this

-His chest is the best place to lay your head and he wiLL NOT move if you fall asleep on him

-He makes sure his baby stays comfortable

-Peter is the best hugger

-he loves when you play with his hair

-He won’t even deny it, he full on whines like a baby if you stop

-”Why’d you stopppp??”

-”It’s been three hours!!”

-Peter is not afraid to show you off and wants you to be with him in every social event so he can introduce you as his girlfriend to everyone

-he’s not afraid to point you out anytime he sees you

-Honestly, Ned can spot you out in a crowd better than anyone else just cause of him

-”That’s my GIRLFRIEND”

-”Peter, wE KNOW”

-Peter coming over to help you study and finding it cute when you get frustrated

-He just stares at you with amusement and gets sidetracked by your beauty

-My god, there would be so many compliments from this boy

-”You’re adorable”

-”Your hair is magnificent today”

-”That shirt looks great on you!”

-”Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

-He gets so flustered if it’s reversed though

-”Peter, you’re so cute”

-”I-I’m, what are you- what?! I didn’t even do anything!”

-You stealing his hoodies

-It didn’t take him long to figure out where they were disappearing to since you wore them to school

-He thinks they look great on you and encourages you to wear them when out

-The Spiderman secret wasn’t kept from you for long

-maybe two months tops and that was just because you were both really busy and didn’t see each other a lot

-But when the relationship started getting more serious he just blurted it out one day

-You weren’t that shocked, saying you had suspected something while you two were friends

-He was so relieved it didn’t change anything

-Him walking you home from school so he “Can protect you from anything”

-But literally nothing ever happens

-Except that one time there was this bee

-Long story short it almost stung you but he saved you

-Peter won’t ever let you live that down and constantly uses that as an excuse to walk you anywhere

-Not that you mind

-You two building lego sets together

-staying up late to talk about whatever comes to mind

-Peter will always help you carry stuff in the hallway at school

-Sometimes he will just carry all your books and backpacks to your next class while you talk to him about your morning

-This boy rambles a lot, but he loves to listen to you talk

-He tunes everything else out to make sure that he doesn’t miss anything you say

-Because this boy will bring it up later to just show you he was listening

-He’s shy when it comes to PDA because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable so you make the first move for everything

-But in private he is always kissing you and has his hand on your thigh or back or hand or anywhere

-He has to be careful when you two are making out or doing the naughty because you both forget how strong he actually is with his spidey powers and ends up bruising your hips or pulling your hair too hard

-Needless to say he will never forgive himself when this happens

-There’s lots of sweet pampering from him after that even though you tell him repeatedly that you’re fine

-He’s the one that says “I love you” First

-And he won’t let you forget it

-He says it all the time during the most random moments

-This boy is lowkey clinging and will give you all the attention you want if it means he gets to spend time with you

-Peter Parker is just all around a great boyfriend and we all need someone like him in our lives <3

#peter parker #tom holland #peter parker headcanons #peter parker imagines #peter parker x reader #avengers #marvel #peter parker fic #peter parker imagine #avengers headcanons #marvel headcanons #tom holland imagine

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marvel-and-chicago-fan · 2 months

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Killer Cookie

A/n: I finally finished and I don’t know what else to say but I hope you love reading this since it’s the last part

Word count: 3.3k

summary: You get into a fight at school and Hailey helps you and your brother to stop fighting

———————————————————————— It was a chilly, no… freezing day in Chicago. It was snowing but not as much currently because the storm is supposed to hit later tonight.

You decided to walk to the firehouse instead of riding the bus because you didn’t feel like hearing everyone screaming whenever the bus would almost crash, even though you were one of those people with your friends.

Your class won a food party because they collected the most votes on the door decoration contest. Luckily none of the food had strawberries. Because you are deathly allergic to strawberries and always needed an EpiPen with you just in case.

Which reminded you to tell Will or Jay that you needed a new one since you lost your last one when you went out sledding with them.

But when you opened your locker to get your backpack and Jacket there was a box of chocolate chip cookies.

~inside the box

don’t worry there’s no strawberries,

-secret admire ;)

You screamed internally because you lived for Chocolate chip cookies, and you had a secret admirer?

***

On your way home you were starving since you didn’t eat much at school, only really some fries from the restaurant.

So you decided to eat 2 cookies and let everyone else fight for the rest, they were yours after all.

Opening the box carefully so you didn’t drop the box and whatever was in your hands.

You shoved the whistle cookie in your mouth. You may do girl things but you eat like a grown man, especially a football player.

Not even 10 seconds after swallowing the cookie your throat started to feel dry and you couldn’t breath

(Give me a break today this is all going to be in mine right now)

“Shit. There’s no strawberries in these, unless.” You picked up a cookie and broke it in half. “What kind of psycho put strawberries in chocolate? I- I need to get t-to the house”

***

You basically pushed everyone aside who tried to greet you and rushed to the kitchen.

“Ayy, Y/n how’s my favorite Halstead sibling doing” Kelly joked

Jay hit Kelly in the elbow hard. “C'mon man it was a joke, I can have favorites”

“Nah, I see how it is, guess I’m never bringing food over here again. And you can keep Y/n forever then” Jay shrugged.

“I was just trying to cheer her up, she looks upset” Kelly usually payed attention to

Your face whenever you came in. He would know if it was ok to make jokes or he needed to pull you to the side and talk to you. Right now you are upset but that’s because you weren’t processing anything.

But clearly ignoring everyone was for nothing because you barely made it to your drawer of the kitchen before you fell and your backpack cushioned your fall.

At least you didn't hit your head.

“Y/n you good?” Jay stood up from the chair he was sitting at. This was so unlike you. You always came in and said “Hi” or “Hello” to everyone whether or not you were having a bad day

“Y/n?… SHIT Y/N!”Jay screamed

“Take her back pack off,” Matt said. “What’s wrong with her? She turning blue”. Someone else’s voice came out from the other 10 voices.

“Give her CPR or something” Jay spoke as Kelly was rubbing your sternum.

“Jay we don’t know what’s wrong with her let alone why she’s turning blue it could be the cold” Kelly said “cmon y/n come back to us”

“I DONT CARE TJATS MY FUCKING SISTER WHOS DYING.” Jay roared.

Hailey practically runs in due to all the commotion with Stella and Sylvie right behind her

Sylvie and Stella ran over to you and started assessing you while Stella started CPR.

Hailey walked over your bag which was thrown a few feet away from you and decided to go pick it up, to help out.

Hailey picked up the box and your backpack so it was out of the way but when she looked in the box she saw something that she thought you wouldn’t have.

“Shit, where does Y/n keep all her stuff in here” Hailey was looking at both Sylvie and Stella but she hoped at least both of them would answer.

“Uhh bottom drawer far left”

Hailey rummaged through the draw until she found a tube with a bright orange tip. And sprinted to you and pushed everyone out of the way.

As everyone was yelling at Hailey like she was crazy she rolled up your pant legs and Jabbed the Epi Pen in the middle of your thigh.

“HAILEY ARE YOU CRAZY? WE DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH HER” Jay screamed

“Strawberries- she had strawberries” She sighed

***

My head feels like it’s underwater

Everything seems so muffled

What-what happened?

Your eyes flutter open and immediately shut them due to the light.

“C'mon y/n come on back to us” a soft voice says

“Give her space guys” as time goes on the voices get louder and it forces you to open your eyes.

“Just rest, we’re not gonna push you to talk, we’ll talk at home. We’re gonna leave soon”

Hailey had to go home while you were passed out because she had an early shift tomorrow so Will drove over to the firehouse to come and get both you and Jay.

“How is she?” Jay looked in his rear view mirror to see you guys.

Will checked your pulse again and looked at the watch on his wrist “her pulse is better but her breathing is slow, I might give her oxygen when we get home”

“Why would she eat strawberries?”

“They were cookie Jay, maybe she didn’t know. It happens”

“Well it better have been an accident or me her are gonna have a serious talk” Jay grumbled

“Don’t be to harsh on her”

****

You woke up around 5:30 am and couldn’t go back to sleep, and the one thing you hated the oxygen.

You’d much rather have the nasal one but you can’t exactly argue with adults on what’s better for your health so you just have to deal with the mask.

Eventually it got hot and you got bored since you couldn’t find your phone. You assumed it was still at the firehouse or Jay had it.

You dragged your little tank/ machine across the room and grabbed your comforter (the very top blanket on your bed) and your pillows and one stuffed animal and stuffed them into the bathtub and you found your laptop and you put on your favorite show.

This was better than being in your bed.

Will woke up to the sounds of Jay screaming in his ear. So much for trying to sleep in.

“Wake up, Y/n’s gone she’s not in her bed” Jay almost screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Are you crazy? Check her bathroom, I found her sleeping in there one time after a reaction and I heard sounds coming from there this morning” Will turned his back to Jay.

Jay ran into your bathroom which was connected to your bedroom and what he saw made his heart melt.

***

“Here’s the real story, the PTO had a cookie drive where you could buy cookies for your friends and stuff like that and they would put it in your locker and we would find them, mine had a note that just said that “thanks for being great friend, don’t worry there’s no strawberries” Okay, so maybe you lied a little but it’s better than jay beating up some poor boy.

“Did it say from who?” Jay asked in his detective tone

“Nope, and I’m pretty sure Hailey told me she threw the box away while I was passed out” you shrugged.

“I guess it’s fine, maybe the PTO forgot. It’s not like anyone hurt you on purpose so it's fine. Right jay” Will sent Jay that look to just drop this subject this one time.

“Yeah right…” Jay picked at his pancakes. He wanted to look into it more but Hailey would kill him.

But… the laughing and the image of you guys faded into his mind.

Flashback end… (WHAT?!??)

Will realized it, it was Milly. Milly was somewhat an old friend of yours and he remembered the day you said you told her that you were allergic to strawberries when she was over. You’ve only been allergic for around a year and half. There hadn’t been anyone else you told.

Except for Milly…

Will shot up from the couch, grabbed his keys from the bowl and ran outside to his car.

Will attempted to call Jay but he didn’t answer. So he was probably out with Hailey.

“Jay when you get this meet me at the Jail they have Y/n immediately. There’s not a lot of time”

***

“Uhh yeah, I just opened my locker and they were there. I didn’t think anything of it, I guess I was just excited” You shrugged.

“Did you tell anyone else about your allergy other than Milly” Jay spoke

“No, not until after the incident, I honestly don’t remember much from that day, but I don't really care to be honest.” You shrugged once again.

“Y/n listen to me, you’re going to have another court date. You’re going to tell everyone exactly what you told us. We’ll get security footage from the school and we’ll also get statements from everyone at the house” You’re lawyer was pretty strict and prescient on getting you out.

It wasn’t the first time someone has gone against Milly in court and you’re lawyer had won 4 cases against 2

***

1 year and 7 months ago

“Well well well isn’t it the detective's little sister?”

“What did I do not milly?” You sighed.

“Nothing, I just wanna make your life a living hell. Your brother is horrible and if I can’t do anything to him I might as well hurt what’s best to him, his little sister-.” Milly had a smirk on her face.

“Please Milly, I’m just trying to fix my makeup” you rolled your eyes and looked back at the mirror.

“Let’s see if make up can fix this” before you could ask her what she meant when you felt stinging on your right eye.

“WHAT THE FUCK MILLY, WHATS YOUR PROBLEM?” You screamed.

“It’s not you I have a problem with. It’s your brother's little squad.” She spits as the rest of her group come in and corner you.

A kick from behind throws you to the ground.

As you try to fight back Milly and get friends they overpower you as it’s 1v5

(And yes this happened at my school but in the hallways❤️)

After a few more kicks to the stomach one of the girls speaks up.

“Let’s go, don’t kill her.”

“You’re off the hook for now Halstead.” She kicks you once more in the stomach and you cry out in pain.

***

As soon as you got home you peaked behind the wall to see if Jay was watching Tv to make sure the coast was clear. Nothing

You ran to your room and to your bathroom.

You pulled open your draw of Makeup and crabbed your concealer.

(I don’t wear much makeup yet so give me break on how it works😭)

“Y/n? Are you good in there?” Jay knocked on the door

“Yeah, yeah just fixing something” you replied

“Alright, Will called and asked if you wanted to go out for dinner”

That made you freeze. You can’t go out like this… Will and Jay could tell the signs of when you used too much makeup.

“Uhh, I don’t really feel like it. Can her just pick up chick fil a or something”

“Are you ok? You love going out” Dam it Jay, did you really have to pick a being detective as your job.

“Yeah, I rather just hang out with you guys tonight y'know”

“Alright I’ll call him”

***

“Y/nnnn… Y/N”

“Is this one of those seizure things she used to have when she had that head injury?” Jay whispers to will

“No, it doesn't look like it. I’m hoping it’s not because I will sue this place down if they let her get a head injury and didn’t let any of us know.” Will grits that last part between his teeth.

“Y/N!” A voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, tell them in court got it. I gotta go bye”

“Alright, call me if you need to schedule anything or if anything happens” your lawyer stood up from the chair.

“Yeah thanks Chris” both Jay and Will got up and shook his hand and walked out.

“What was that about” Will mumbled

“I don’t know, Y/ns strange but you never know what’s going up in that head of hers.” Jay shrugged as he walked down the steps.

Just three weeks left Will said to himself, three weeks. And then you could go back to school. You missed a whole school year so you would be a year behind all of your friends.

How could Jay not care, he hadn’t fought or visited you as much as he did.

He would talk to him when they got back to his apartment. This was gonna be another fight

“Jay?”

“Yes will”Jay hummed

“You seem to not care about y/n all you do is sit her all day and watch these stupid games”

“First of all the games aren’t stupid, and second of all how dare you say that I don’t care about her. It seems like you don’t care about her”

“ME? Oh no you sit here and go to the district come back home and drink like your Addict”

“And you? Don’t act so innocent. You’ve been sitting there on your couch rotting away when you’re not at work” Jay scoffed

“At Least I’m trying to help, I’m trying to read about how we can help Y/n. Do you ever use your brain or are you so fucked up inside? You gonna turn up like dad if you don’t check yourself” Will shoved his finger in Jays chest.

Jay flung wills hand away. “Watch who you’re talking to. Don’t bother coming over. And you can have y/n when she gets out since I don’t care about her. Now get the hell out of my house”

Like I said, the Halstead siblings are falling apart.

***

January 29th 2024

Court date

“All rise” Everyone stood up as the judge walked into the room

Will,Jay and your lawyer Chris had given you a talk on behaving and doing exactly what they said.

You were gonna follow through with those rules but you had something else in mind to add. A way that everyone would see the true face of Milly.

***

“I have a question for my client”

“During your first court, Ms. Taylor accused you of abusing her over the months, and looking over CCTV footage from your so called confrontation Michelle walked over to Ms Halstead instead and she threw the first punch. If you had looked at the cameras you would have seen it”

Milly looked astonished that someone had said her real legal name and not Milly.

“MR. Olsen, I did look at the security cameras and I saw what I saw” The judge shrugged.

You had enough, the judge kept lying, Milly kept telling fake stories and everyone wans´t helping.

“I’ve had enough” You stood up. “Y/n what hell are you doing sit down” Jay yelled in a whisper.

“Back off Jay, Your name isn’t Milly Parker. It's Michelle. Isn’t that right? Ms, Taylor? There’s video proof of everything and every single one of your group of friends. You think I haven’t had an outsider for months? Giving me all the information I know right now. I knew it was you who tried to Kill me with the cookies. I got video permission and I saw it. Best part is I didn’t even have to wait for you to be proven wrong in a couple of years because IT'S ALL HERE. YOUR A FUCKING SNAKE, A LIAR AND BITCH”

Jay and Hailey got up and pulled you out of the courtroom before security did it themselves.

“Y/n are you crazy, you’re going to end up getting more Time in jail”

“You don’t understand Jay, she’s the one who hit me first. She’s the one who gave those strawberry Cookies” You cried.

Jay pulled you into a hug, so you wouldn’t run off and he could comfort you. “It’s alright, you’re ok. I’ll figure it out.” “Go get that footage on that screen, if they try to stop you someone named Harrison Butler will help you” Jay whispered to Hailey and she nodded back.

“Y/n I’m gonna leave you with Kevin for 5 minutes while I talk to Will about something really quick. Is that ok?” He could feel you nodding in his chest.

***

“Natalie, It’s Jay. I need you to send Y/ns medical records from when we came for a check up after she had a reaction”

Jay kept humming in response when Natalie kept asking questions

“Alright thank you”

“I’m getting super tired of the crazy shit” Jay mumbled to himself.

***

“You need to listen to me. When you go in there don’t get up and scream, don’t accuse, don’t exaggerate. Stick to what Voight told you” Jay was on your level giving you a pep talk. This was the final court session. It would be decided who was guilty and who wasn’t. “Do you understand?”

“Yes. If I get to go home can I get McDonald’s?” It was worth asking.

“Of course y/n. I’ll buy you all the McDonald’s you want and whatever you want.”

“Y/n it’s time, let’s go” Your lawyer Chris came out.

***

“Can Ms. Y/n Halstead come up” The judge “would please tell your side of the story to settle this once and for all.”

After the longest speech of your life which was almost 40 minutes. And other people are coming up to talk. A decision was made.

“I sentence Michelle Taylor 30 years for attempted murder, 10 years for fraud and 3 years for assault.”

“For Y/n Halsted, she and her family will be compensated 10 thousands from the star and 25 thousand from the Taylor family from what she has been through.” You looked at Jay with a shocked face, that was a ton of money. “Case closed.” The Jude spoke. Everyone around you started clapping and cheering.

People from your school who had also been affected by Milly were there, News stations, Your family from Med, Fire and Pd. The whole state had heard about your story and it finally worked, people came out told their stories with Milly and this Past year of Hell was over.

You won

***

Now in the car With Jay and Will you guys were one of the last to leave since people were interviewing you guys like crazy. You were starving for something, not prison food.

“Can I have McDonald’s now?”

Jay and Will looked at each other and then looked back at you “taking that as a yes, I’m tired of prison food so let’s go”

***

IT'S OVER, I don’t know if I’m gonna pick this up and add to it again but I want to say I’ve been adding to this every now then since late December early January ish.

I love this and now I can focus on working on some other stuff I have to write😁

Sorry it took so long as well. I wanted to make it good but I got tired of writing this like 2 weeks ago so it’s kinda bad.

Love yall so much and thank you for all the support

#chicago pd #jay halstead #chicago #halstead brothers #one chicago #will halstead #hospital mention tw #x reader #chicago med #halstead sister #Jay Halstead X reader #Will Halstead X reader

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hexalianrebel-blackfeathers · 9 months

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Mumbattan Skyline

Panda's Notes: A little idea I made with @feathergil >w< I hope you guys like it, because it's probably the only idea I'm gonna have without Hobie involved somehow.

[Ao3] || [Commissions] || [Ko-fi]

Mumbattan is simply beautiful. Something about the energy; the noise; even the weather. It just brings you to life, y’know?

At least, that’s what tourists tend to say. Gayatri was plenty used to it by now. Troubles of being a local? If one could call them that. Whatever.

It was Saturday morning. Gayatri wouldn’t exactly call it early anymore, but the sun was hardly halfway past rising. She hadn’t wanted to make a habit of climbing up to rooftops, but this was the fourth Saturday in a row that she’d decided to lean on the chest-high wall making up this roof’s edge.

And frankly, she planned on it being the last time.

There was a little chorus of voices from the balconies below. That was the first signal. Gayatri stood up straight, eyes on the other buildings in hopes of catching—

A white string suddenly coiled around the bars of a balcony across the way, and a blur of color flew up past the rooftops, seeming to hang in the air as it twirled a few times. Show off.

Gayatri giggled to herself, smiling as she raised her hands. “Spiderman!” She shouted, and that graceful twirl turned into a slightly panicked flail. The strand of white looped around the signal tower in the corner of the rooftop, and Spiderman swung down toward where she stood. His feet landed eerily silent on the ledge, and he pulled down the rope he’d been using as she approached him.

“Ah, good morning, Gaya—uh, Gayatri, right?” He had stepped down from the ledge and reached for a hug as he spoke, only to pull back to a handshake toward the end. “I’m so sorry; we meet like this so often, and I haven’t gotten your name down yet…”

The effort it took not to roll her eyes felt like enough to reverse gravity. That voice was awful. …He was so cute though. She was really biased, but still.

“It’s fine!” She assured him, shaking his hand with both of hers before stepping back. She picked up the backpack she’d brought with her, reaching in to pull out a bottle of water.

Such had become their little ritual. She’d wait for him right here, since it seemed to be where he usually finished his morning patrol, with not much more than a cold water bottle and some snacks from the corner shop where they went to school.

…Where she went to school. Herself. Obviously. Yeah, no; it felt dumb pretending.

Today, though, she’d prepared something a bit different. She turned away and pretended to rummage, knowing by now that he wouldn’t even open the bottle if he thought she could see him moving his mask. When the cap clicked back onto the bottle, she just so happened to pull out the little box she’d been looking for. It was tied shut with a handkerchief patterned with a fluffy yellow mouse and lightning bolts; she’d been meaning to return it to her boyfriend anyway.

“Here you are.” She said casually, and she could tell from the gasp he let out that he was ecstatic. She tried desperately not to smile too much at the way he struggled not to grab the box too fast.

“Oh, miss, you shouldn’t have!” He said brightly, only to clear his throat when his voice came out completely undisguised. “I-I, um… Thank you.”

She let out a bit of a snicker at his panic, gently motioning to the box. “Well, go on; you can open it.”

He sort of pawed at the knot on the cloth, touching it gingerly. Somehow, she could picture the look on his face from the way he rocked on his feet. “This, uh, it’s that monster game, right? It’s so cute; where’d you get it?”

“Oh, I just borrowed it from a friend.” She bit her lip on a grin when his gaze snapped up to her.

“Just a friend?”

She rested her hands behind her back, smiling coyly. “Well, we are very close. And he is kinda cute.” She moved closer and bumped him with her shoulder. “Just open it, please?”

He paused and glanced between her and the box before finally pulling the fabric loose, catching it between his fingers as he lifted the lid. Once again, she was purposefully looking away, but she grinned brightly at the excited noise he failed to catch in time. Inside the box were a few slices of khaman dhokla, each cut into the shape of the sun and decorated with sesame seeds.

“I-I, you—This is amazing!” He had snuck a bite of one of the slices, and Gayatri snuck a glance over her shoulder just after.

“Yeah, that ‘friend’ of mine has an auntie with the best recipe. I thought you might like it.”

Spiderman’s act had been thoroughly broken down, and Gayatri couldn’t help being a bit captivated by the smile on his lips as he finished the slice. He did a slight double-take when he noticed her watching him, pulling his mask back down and stammering.

“I should—I should go, miss. Yeah, um, thank you so much, really, but I—yeah...” He clutched the box and started to step away, glancing between her and the edge of the roof.

Gayatri’s face fell, a tiny bit of panic rushing through her as he tried to flee. “W-Wait, please! I’m…sorry.” She said softly, stepping forward and grabbing his arm gently. “Would it be okay if I, um, if I hugged you, Spiderman?”

She kind of expected him to run off, but he leaned just enough to set the box on the rooftop before spinning around and hugging her almost too tight. She felt tears prick the corners of her eyes as she hugged him back, letting her chin rest against his shoulder.

“I really don’t like pretending anymore…” She murmured after a moment.

She could feel him hesitate as he moved his hand, and he pulled her in tighter by her shoulder. “Yeah… I know the feeling sometimes.”

“N-No, I…” She took a breath, and when he started to pull away, she held him tighter. “I’m done. Pretending, I mean.”

He was about to say something; about to use that stupid voice again, too. Before she could even stop herself, her hands had squeezed at his sides, thumbs pressing right at the base of his ribs.

He squeaked, his hands tensing for a moment. “H-Hey!”

She couldn’t help the smile that caught her lips, and she threw her arms around him again while her fingers sought out a certain spot along his back. “Oh? Are you ticklish?” She asked gently, trying not to smirk when he didn’t pull away from her.

“Only a little—EEK!” He yelped as her nails slipped up between his shoulders. “Gayatri!”

“A little, huh?” She teased, realizing he seemed to be making an effort not to push her away. Suddenly, so many moments made so much more sense. “You were hiding the super strength. Aw, घाम…”

He didn’t even seem to notice her murmured comment, giggling into her shoulder as she let her fingers crawl up and down his back.

“You’re amazing, Pavitr.” Her hands had slowed to gentle scratching, raking away the phantom tingles that always drove him crazy when she tickled him.

He went still. He stood up straight and stared into her eyes.

She smiled at him, resting her hands on his sides. “Pavitr. If you do that voice again, I’ll destroy you.” She joked, prodding his ribs gently.

He prickled, but he didn’t take his eyes off of her. “Gayatri… I…How?”

“How?” Gayatri blinked, a part of her appalled that he would even ask. She brought one hand up, running her fingers through the hair that flowed over the top of his mask. “How?!” She started to laugh, leaning into his chest and shaking her head. “How did I ever miss it?! Pavitr, you—You’re…I don’t even know!”

Her hand had fallen to his cheek, and he didn’t stop her when she slipped her thumb under his mask. He moved his own hand over hers, finally pushing the mask up and off of his face. She laughed excitedly, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek as he hugged her tightly.

“Y-You, um, you won’t tell anyone, right?” He asked softly, catching her lips in a kiss before looking away.

“Of course I won’t. You know I can keep a secret.” She ran her thumb across his cheek, and she watched his smile brighten as he leaned into her palm. “Just promise you’ll be careful.”

“I know; I already am.” Pavitr let himself chuckle, cradling her hand against his face. “Oh! I just thought of something!”

“Yeah?”

“You know now. So, guess what~” He laced their fingers together, his free arm slipping around her waist.

She tipped her head, and she giggled as he pressed a few kisses to her temple before whispering:

“I’m not going to hold back as much.” Pavitr’s grin turned playful.

Gayatri realized instantly, but somehow, it still wasn’t fast enough. His hold was like iron, and his fingers crawled like spiders up her back. He laughed right along with her giggles as he nuzzled into her neck.

And despite that, she still seemed to win more of their tickle fights than he did.

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P&C | Ch. 10: Scavenger Hunt

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Checking that everything is unplugged for what feels like the 10th time, I lock the door and meet Jungkook at the elevator. From the way he was buried under my bags you might think that I was moving out, but I swear I plan to wear all of my outfits and you can bet that they will cause commotion. While I offered to take the suitcase, he doesn’t mind the load, finds it cute that I planned so much. He on the other hand, managed to somehow fit all of his belongings into one pathetic backpack, making me look absolutely insane. I mean with a body like that you don’t really need a lot of clothes to make a statement. Worst comes to worst he could just walk around half naked and no one would mind. Except for me of course, because … boundaries, or whatever.

After successfully stuffing everything into the trunk, we were left waiting for Tae to wake up from his slumber.

“You did call him right?” Jungkook asks softly, leaning his forearms on the passenger door, gaze focused on my sleepy face. It's about 6:30 am, so I’m not too worried about looking like a live-action Ratatouille, but it does suck that he has to see me like this. I reply with a little nod before bringing my knees to my chest, hiding everything under my hoodie. I might have overslept and missed all 10 of my alarms, needless to say, there was no time to pick out an outfit so some shorts and a hoodie had to suffice for the road trip. No complaints though, except for the layer of goosebumps emerging all over my body from the cold morning breeze.

Noticing my shivers, Jungkook opens the trunk and pulls out a blanket, covering the exposed parts of my figure. Letting out a little grin as he pats the top of my head, he dials Tae’s number before the said man of the hour rolls his suitcase down the entrance. He looks just like me, hair unbrushed, glasses on to cover up the undereye bags. Sporting another one of his Vector-looking tracksuits, Tae waves us hello before melting into the backseat.

“Guys, did we really have to rival the sunrise to make it there on time?” he mumbles in annoyance. Earning a little chuckle from the both of us, he puts on his headphones before dozing off to sleep. It's about a six-hour drive, but Jiah wanted to get there earlier to beat the morning rush.

“Let me know if you want to change shifts,” I tell Jungkook as he lets out a chuckle.

“HA, Peaches, with all due respect but you drive at a turtle's pace. We would be lucky to get there while the sun is still out,” he grins, his bunny teeth peeking through the teasing smile. I roll my eyes and slap his forearm. I mean he is not wrong but it was the thought that was supposed to count.

Getting comfortable in my seat, my eyelids begin to feel heavy and within a few minutes, I’m out like a light. That is until I feel the car stop, hearing chatter in the background as the backdoor slams shut.

Rubbing my eyes I focus on the sticky note posted on a bag of food sitting on my lap.

Tae threatened to piss himself if we didn’t stop by a gas station, we’ll be back in 5. Eat.

My mouth drops upon seeing a box of shrimp dumplings. No way, he remembered. Teary-eyed, I’m reminded of my family who is across an ocean, spending our first holiday without me. And just like that homesickness kicks in at full speed and tears begin rolling down my face, as I stuff a dumpling down my throat to silence the sobs. Startled by the sound of the car door opening, Jungkook meets my sad eyes, wiping the tears off my face.

“YAH, Jungkook what did you do to her?” Tae exclaims, pushing his shoulders to get a closer look at me. He checks my forehead for any signs of a fever before focusing on the sticky note.

“First of all, I did not piss myself,” he glares at Jungkook who is still dumbfounded by my state. Muting Tae’s tangent, he turns my body towards him, moving some strands of hair behind my ear.

“Miraya, are you okay? Is it the dumplings, are they bad?” he asks, eyes analyzing my every reaction. Taking a deep breath, I try to gain my composure, feeling the embarrassment kick in as I bury my face into my palms.

“I miss my family,” I softly cry out, wiping teardrops off of my lenses.

“Aww come here Flip-flops,” Tae leans in closer and pulls us both into a group hug. A cute little bonding moment in the middle of a gas station. Who would have thought? I can’t help but let out a soft giggle as Jungkook caresses my free hand with his thumb. Pouting his lips, he hates to see me cry but understands that sometimes you just have to let it out.

“You know what, we will have so much fun on this trip you won’t even remember why you cried,” Tae chuckles, his boxy smile on full display. I nod, reciprocating a soft smile as Jungkook buckles me up and wipes the remaining tears off of my cheek.

Turning the engine back on, we resume our journey. Passing the rest of the food to Tae I feed Jungkook some dumplings as he manages the map directions on his phone.

“The dumplings are delicious, thank you,” I whisper, leaning my head back, eyes focused on Jungkook’s lip rings. Sensing my action a soft grin forms on his face as he replies with a quick wink.

Your destination will be on your left

Turning off the engine, Jungkook parks the car near the gates. Jimin waves us hello as he rolls the two suitcases to the main doors, letting Jiah know of our arrival.

“Miraya!” she screams, hands in the air as we run towards each other. Both melting into the embrace, we debrief the drive here, as Jungkook and Tae join Jimin in the unloading process.

“Oh, by the way, I decided to invite one of my childhood friends as well, hopefully, you guys don’t mind. She lives just an hour from here and is super nice,” Jiah explains, analyzing our reactions. Of course, no one had any objections.

“Sounds good to me as long as I get a room with the biggest bed,” Tae chuckles, pulling two backpacks over his shoulder.

“Right, about that …” Jiah giggles, as four pairs of eyes turn to her devious smile while she presses the keypad that opens the gates. The cottage is huge, to say the least, covered in real wood with beautiful green roofs. It’s split into two sections one of which has a walkout to the lakehouse and an outdoor jacuzzi, while the other faces the forest in the backyard.

“The guys dib the bigger house,” Tae exclaims, pulling Jungkook and Jimin into a little huddle. As the three of them look back at us with a teasing grin, Jiah folds her arms and scoffs at her boyfriend.

“Ha, I knew this would happen, so I asked my aunt to create a little scavenger hunt for us. The winner gets the bigger house. Girls vs. boys,” she exclaims back with additional sass in her voice.

“Aren’t you guys at a disadvantage, there’s only two of you,” Jungkook says, gaze focused on my face.

“And anyways, I don’t mean to be sexist but come on now, do you really think you can beat three men?” Tae grins, leaning in closer.

“You’re right, we should probably ask the men when they arrive,” I scoff back twirling my hair, looking him up and down, winking at his Vector tracksuit. He smacks his lips and rolls his eyes, as Jungkook and Jimin try to maintain their composure.

“Whatever you say, princess,” Tae grins back, patting the top of my head.

“While we wait for Sohee, we should probably just unpack our stuff into the main hall,” Jiah says, as the guys carry in the last of the bags up the stairs. “Miraya, can you and Jungkook get some groceries? There’s a little supermarket just down the road,” she asks softly, handing me her credit card.

“Jiah, I can cover this don’t worry, you’ve already done so much,” I let out a soft smile, giving the card back to her which she declines and puts back into the pocket of my hoodie. We exchange teasing looks and chuckle. Jiah is an older sister so she possesses a natural sense of responsibility and strictness. It’s hard to overrule her decisions, especially when trying to help her.

Waving bye to the rest of the group, Jungkook reverses out of the driveway as we head to the market. My phone vibrates on my lap, as I glance at the notification on the top, ‘Your period is late by two days’. Phenomenal, I sigh.

“What's wrong?” Jungkook asks, lowering the radio.

“Nothing, my period is just late and I didn't pack anything with me,” I answer looking at the beautiful scenery out the window.

“Too young to be a mom don't you think,” he grins, scrunching his nose as I slap his forearm.

“No you smooth brain, I was just stressed about my exams. It happens,” I exclaim, letting out a little chuckle at his teasing.

After about 10 minutes we arrived at the market. Structurally it was old but you can tell the owners took good care of it, becoming a neighborhood favorite.

As we walk in I check the grocery list Jiah sent me while Jungkook rolls in the cart. We spend a few minutes trying to figure out the layout of the store before heading to the dairy section.

“Milk? Check. Whipping cream? Check. Ok what's next,” I whisper to myself, crossing off items from the list.

“Jungkook did you get the …” my sentence is abrupted by his absence. Literally, where could he have gone, I turned for 1 minute. I let out a big sigh as I start my first circle around the market before finding Jungkook in the female hygiene aisle. Oh my god.

“How do pussy sizes work,” he looks up with genuine confusion on his face. “You look like a small but it goes all the way up to XL, so I’m not sure” he continues talking, completely disregarding my distraught state.

“Pardon??” I choke, checking that no one else heard what just came out of his mouth.

“What? I don’t have a reference,” he exclaims, holding two boxes of pads.

“Jungkook what the actual fuck? Put that down,” I whisper, slapping the items out of his hands. He chuckles at my flustered state before leaning his head on the shelf, gaze lowered on my face which was now flushed. I quickly grab the cheapest option and pull him to self-checkout.

“You guys finally made it,” Tae screams as Jungkook locks the car and brings in the last of the groceries. Sitting on the couch my eyes meet a girl with beautiful red hair waving at our arrival.

“Mira, Jungkook, this is Sohee,” Jiah introduces us as we exchange little bows, before finally joining everyone on the couch. I decide to sit beside Tae, leaving just one possible spot for Jungkook, next to Sohee. She scoots over to make more space, before he politely stops her, letting out a soft smile. Trying not to pay much attention to it, I busy myself with the zipper on my hoodie before Jimin begins explaining the rules of the scavenger hunt.

“The teams have already been decided, boys vs. girls. The winning team must collect all three items and have at least one member remaining to get the prize. Elimination of a player will occur once their tag is ripped off by the opposite team. Tackles are fair game, so ladies get ready,” he chuckles, grinning at Jiah’s annoyance.

“Additionally, if you stumble upon a red envelope, you must complete a challenge and post it on the group chat for verification,” he continues, checking to see if anyone had any questions. Confirming the rules, I ask Tae to pass me the tag which I try to tuck deep into my shorts to make it more difficult to pull. Heading out I can feel Jungkook’s hand on my back as he whispers something into my ear.

“Be careful Peaches,”

3 … 2 … 1 …

Jimin lets out a big whistle to initiate the start of the game, turning on the speakers that are now blasting ‘Let's Get It Started’ by the Black Eyed Peas. Jiah, Sohee and I exchange nods and run towards the forest, where we are met with our first red envelope. The boys decide to stay back in the house and search for any clues inside before taking on the ground level.

“Already?” Sohee and I exclaim in annoyance.

“It better be something easy,” I say, out of breath from all the running (max 15 steps). Jiah opens the envelope and lets out a soft gasp, leaving our imaginations run wild.

“What is it?” we both shout, as she turns the envelope over.

“Pose for a picture that would make your significant other excited” I read out loud, trying to hide my flushed cheeks. You’re kidding. Looking at each other, the three of us shake off the jitters and set the timer on the phone camera, leaving no time for objections.

“Okay, one of you just push up your bra and the other pull up your shirt or something. I’ll give ass,” Jiah exclaims with all seriousness disregarding the way it all sounds. Letting out a big chuckle, we do as she says before being captured on camera.

“Well, it will definitely get someone excited,” Sohee whispers, as any remaining drop of dignity leaves my body. I mean we do look hot, that isn’t up for debate, but at what cost?

“We better get the bigger house,” I chuckle, sending both the forbidden photo and a screenshot of the challenge to the group chat.

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Little Lion Man

Pigsy sends the kids off with Tang for a field trip to the zoo on the eight year anniversary of his abandonment of Sandy. Surely he will be perfectly fine on his own, especially if nobody calls him. And surely Tang will be fine handling the kids on his own for the first time ever. Everything is fine.

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Pigsy woke up to his alarm on October 14th the same way he did every goddamned year: with his alarm blaring, dread in his chest, and a lump in his throat. It was aggravating– even when Pigsy made an effort not to keep track of calender dates, his body just knew– it just fucking knew. Then again it probably didn’t help that today was also the day of the field trip to the zoo that Tang was chaperoning for MK and Mei– which was good, but also meant for weeks all he’d heard about was today’s date.

The last time he ever talked to Sandy.

Pigsy was going to open the restaurant. He had every year since that godawful call. He had to. It wasn’t like he ever wanted to close it though– that would be stupid. He needed the money. ‘Sides, Pigsy never closed– unless it was for the kids. But that was different. This was nothing. A memory. Something that happened eight years ago. Pigsy was fine. This didn’t matter.

Sit up. Crack the back. Turn off that stupid alarm. Breathe.

He’d lived here for over a month, but it was still difficult to adjust to the fact that while this room certainly had the space for a kitchen, he’d actually have to go out for any of that.

Unlike that day. Or night, really. It was 2:46 AM when he’d gotten the first call. He’d just gotten home from spending the night with some lady demon at a stupid ass bar. He was exhausted from the drinking and hollering and had just wanted to crash into bed, and when he saw it was an unknown number he just ignored it.

“PIGGY! I CAN’T FIND MY BACKPACK!” Mei called from the hallway.

The chef rubbed his eyes. “Have you looked in the closet?”

A bit of pause.

“NOT THERE– OH WAIT–” Pigsy chuckled a little as he heard things being tossed. “FOUND IT!”

“Well there you go, kid. Get ready.” He called out and with a quick patter, she was gone.

Find a clean shirt. Put in one arm, then the other. Make sure the buttons aren’t crooked. Find pants, one leg, then the other. Find socks. Realize all of your socks are a mess. Realize you are a mess. Put them on anyway. Find shoes, tie them. Breathe.

Pigsy was glad he wasn’t going on the field trip. Of course Mk and Mei had practically begged him, but it was a good step for Tang to have them for a couple of hours. Sorta like ‘testing the waters’ or whatever. ‘Sides, he was feeling hungover, despite the fact he didn’t drink at all the previous night. Or– week, for that matter. Either way there was a headache and he didn’t feel like making breakfast.

MK was already dressed and waiting for the pig demon at the kitchen island, feet swinging happily with the kind of pure joy radiating on his face that only a child could possess.

“Morning Pigsy!” He said, leaning forward. “Whatcha gonna make today?”

“Cereal. I’m tired,” Pigsy grumbled, pulling down a box of ‘Monkey Charms’ and some bowls.

MK laughed a little. “You’re tired a lot, Pigsy.”

“Yeah. I am,” Pigsy sighed, going to the fridge for milk, disappointed to find there was barely enough for two bowls– but whatever, he’d just skip it. Wasn’t like he couldn’t afford it.

MK was content though, scarfing down his food at his usual quick pace while he tried to talk about the latest episode of The Ninja King while Pigsy brewed himself a pot of coffee and tried to listen.

He hadn’t even had time to take his coat off when the phone rang again. With a grunt, he set it on the counter, upset he saw it was the same unknown number. He had gone to pour himself a glass of baijiu. It had stopped ringing by the time he finished drinking it.

“...And then Monkey King– er– Monkey Ninja King was all like ‘Watch this suckaaaaa’ and did a backflip, snapped the bad guy's neck and saved the day! It was so cool, Pigsy– I love cable,” MK finished, snapping Pigsy back.

“Sounds kind of violent, don’t it?” Pigsy didn’t have an issue, he just wondered how a kid like MK would like something like that.

“Eh, it was cool,” MK shrugged with a grin, eating more cereal. “Plus, it was to defend this lady monkey so it was for honor and stuff and the greater good.”

“Well that’s good I guess,” Pigsy shrugged to himself.

“MK-! Do you have my– Cereal? Why cereal?” Mei stopped in her tracks.

“What’s wrong with cereal? Don’t you like it?” The chef frowned a little.

“Nooo, I dooo, it’s just– I dunno– boring?” Mei shrugged.

“Well it’s what you’re getting today. Mr. Tang can buy you two some lunch– and if he can’t, then tell him I’ll pay him back,” Pigsy rubbed his forehead and went back to his coffee.

“Ughhhhhhhhhh, okay,” Mei groaned, taking her seat and complying.

The machine beeped and Pigsy grabbed his favorite mug and poured.

With the blink of dissociative eyes, Pigsy was already out the door and dropped the kids off at the school, and apparently he’d lit a cigarette somewhere along the way too. He wasn’t supposed to– he knew MK hated it, but he couldn’t smother it no matter how hard he tried.

“Hey you two little monkeys-! You ready for the field trip?” Tang snuck up on Pigsy and cheered for the kids who quickly joined in.

“I wanna see the monkeys! I hear they got cool nets and stuff and you can go through tunnels and stuff and they’ll move around you,” MK grinned big, glad to step away from the smoke a bit.

“Well I wanna see the reptile room. I wanna see me a big old lizard boy,” Mei announced.

“I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time for both, you two,” Tang laughed before turning his attention to Pigsy.

“Are… you okay?” His face immediately fell.

“Bad morning. Have fun with the kids,” Pigsy half-lied, not wanting to get into it and figuring a simple explanation would keep him happy and at least slightly unworried.

“Oh– uh– will do then,” Tang winced a little, before adding– “Try not to smoke too much, though.”

Pigsy snorted weakly before saying motionless goodbyes and heading off to the restaurant by himself.

In the subway, his phone rang. Pigsy’s breath hitched as he fished it out and immediately hit decline, not even bothering to check caller ID. He also didn’t get rid of his cigarette when someone told him it wasn’t allowed on the train. He rode in silence, until he was suddenly unlocking the door of the restaurant.

8:32– he was late.

How, he didn’t know– maybe there’d been a delay in the train. Maybe he’d done something wrong– well that was probably guaranteed but– ugh, he didn’t have time for this. He set his cigarette in an ashtray and started prepping, startled when half way through slicing chives he realized he already had another in his mouth, and the stench was starting to burn his throat.

Get it together.

Suddenly he was finished with both the cigarette and the prep work and so opened at–

9:03– still late.

This time he saw himself fish out his reds and lighter but he didn’t even bother to try and pull back.

His phone buzzed to life again at 9:32, when still nobody had arrived at the restaurant. He took it out of his pocket but instead of answering, he placed it on the counter and watched it buzz and buzz and ring and ring and ring and ring and– Why hadn’t anyone arrived yet? It was a friday for crying out loud– Pigsy was supposed to be busy by now– his hands were supposed to be clocking in orders and he was just supposed to be lost in the circadian rhythm– they were supposed to fucking be here already.

When the phone finally stopped buzzing, Pigsy scrubbed down the restaurant one– two– three but still by 10:19 nobody was there. Nobody. Not a single soul.

Alone.

…He wasn't supposed to– it was technically illegal, but he opened a bottle of rice wine and began to drink, the dry mix of sweet and sour clashing with the ash and toxicity of tobacco. It was god awful and didn't do anything to make Pigsy feel better but he continued to drink anyways as his world just started to spiral in his head.

Nobody was there.

Was he even reading the clocks right? It was morning– people should be here– they shouldn't let him do this– he shouldn't let him do this–

His phone rang again.

Enraged, Pigsy snatched the phone from the counter and grabbed another bottle of wine (having finished the first) before storming up the stairs into the mostly empty apartment that was in the process of becoming an office/hang out space for MK and Mei. He set the phone on the counter and sat at a stool and watched it as his mind tugged him further and further back into the past.

Pigsy popped open the bottle and took a long, long swig.

.o0o.

Annoyance had flooded Pigsy’s senses when the phone rang a third time that morning, and despite his instincts to just hang up and block the number, he answered.

“Hello–”

“Pigsy-! Thank the stars you answered– I-i—”

“Sandy? The hell happened to your phone?” Pigsy poured himself another glass of baijiu.

“Pigsy– l-look, I-i– I don’t know what to do– I-i didn’t know who to call– I-i–”

“Woah, woah, woah– slow your roll here, man,” Pigsy huffed and took a sip. “The hell happened? Are you– crying?”

“I-i’m in jail, Pigsy– b-but look– you gotta listen to me– whatever they tell you, I-i didn’t mean to, okay? She was my world Bajie– please–”

All humor left the air and Pigsy set his glass down. “Sandy, you gotta calm down. I can’t understand you with all this weepin’.”

Harsh words– too harsh.

“Pigsy please, you gotta help me–”

“Sandy, stop– Just–” Pigsy rubbed his forehead, leaning on the sink. “It’s way too late for this, and you know I got delivery day tomorrow– ‘sides, bail is closed on the weekends.”

“I just– Xin– you know I-i love her– b-but I thought– she looked like one of ‘em– the enemy soldiers– I didn’t mean to hurt her, Bajie, you know I never would.”

Pigsy’s eyes widened, a lump forming rapidly in his throat.

“Sandy… what happened to Xin?”

His friend didn’t reply.

“Sandy, answer me," Pigsy slammed his fist against his fridge.

Sandy, the tall and stoic and brave, just started blubbering like a baby again and all Pigsy could do was shake his head to stop realization from hitting him, but it settled in nonetheless.

“B-bajie– I swear I didn’t mean to– I didn’t mean to– It was an accident– I thought sh-she– A-and now– I-i can’t live with myself– Bajie please–”

Pigsy took his trembling legs to the table where he lowered the phone and poured another drink through rapidly cloudy eyes.

Hai Xin was the kindest woman alive and the perfect soulmate for Sandy: tall, strong, honest and confident. She was everything Pigsy couldn’t have ever been– she made Sandy happy.

And now she was fucking gone. Because of Sandy. Because of the war.

Because of Pigsy.

“–Bajie y-you have to help me– you know I didn’t mean it– I never would– I loved her– I loveher– please–”

“Jesus fucking Christ Sandy– what the hell do you expect me to do?! Y-you killed her–! I-i can’t–”

"Pigsy, please. No one else knows me like you– y-you’re my best friend– you have to help me," His friend wept.

“Friend???” Pigsy laughed bitterly, tears falling down his face. “I-i– I’m not your friend, Sandy– Friends don’t do this to each other.”

“B…Pigsy, you don’t mean–”

“Of course I fucking do! I-i– I can’t do this– I can’t be with you– I-i–” Pigsy buried his face in his hands.

“Pigsy… please… It was an accident– please believe me…”

Pigsy shook his head violently before having to take several deep breaths so he could spit out, “Get a lawyer, Sandy. A good one.”

Sandy gasped on the other line– “W-wait, Pigsy– plea–”

Pigsy hung up, poured himself another glass of baijiu, and chugged it down before collapsing into sobs.

.o0o.

Sobbing.

Pigsy was sobbing.

He was sitting at the same fucking table, in the same fucking apartment, holding the same fucking phone– that phone– that ringing, unceasing phone– that stupid fucking cursed phone that had destroyed everything–

In half a heartbeat, Pigsy stood and threw his phone against the wall with all his might, shattering it into bits and pieces instantly. He was almost startled by the monstrous force behind it, before he touched his face and realized he had completely lost his glamor.

Long tusks, scarred cheek, wild and matted fur, and roughly seven feet tall– probably 700 pounds too.

He looked like the monster he was inside.

Pigsy immediately sank to his knees and wept– he wept and wept and wept and wept until he was on the floor next to the completely empty bottle of rice wine, sharp pain infecting his chest as it felt he forgot how to breathe.

“S-sandy, I– *hic* – I-i didn’ mean– I’m so– *hic*–sorry,” He gave meaningless, useless, pathetic apologies to the swirling apartment around him. Painful ringing filled his ears and all he could do was cry and cry and cry and cry.

Hai Xin was a saint. Sandy was a saint. And Pigsy? Pigsy was what you saw– a filthy, disgusting, violent, destructive, addicted, fat demon who can’t ever solve his own goddamned messes and was now intoxicated, miserable, and alone.

His vision started to blur as the pain and agony in chest grew. He tried drinking more wine to drown out his disappointment and wrath but by now the bottle was empty so he threw that aside too, glass going everywhere.

Broken pieces– shattered lives– what was Pigsy even doing right now?? God– he totally destroyed his phone– what if it was Tang who called? The school? Were MK and Mei alright? What about Tang? Were all three of them– he shouldn't have left them alone– he shouldn't have left any of them alone. This was his fault. He was a monster– a beast– a murderer– a–

“Mr. Zhu?” A soft voice sent Pigsy shooting straight up, and he immediately swung a punch in that direction, but the (glowing???) figure dodged with perfect ease.

Pigsy landed on the floor with a heavy thud and he cut himself on some of the glass from the wine bottle. He turned back to them, anger still bright in his eyes before the glowing figure touched his arm, and a deep calm washed over him, relaxing his breath and muscles before he could focus his eyes and realize that the bright figure was just–

Gatita..???

“Pigsy– are you alright?” The woman touched his oversized, beastly arm with zero hesitation, which made Pigsy flinch.

“G-gatita– I-i wasn’t– *hic*– expecting you,” He struggled to sit up.

“It’s okay, Pigsy, you’re okay– you're just having a panic attack, just breathe for me,” Gatita assisted, getting him against a wall and kneeling in front of him.

“Th-the kids– they’re– *hic*– are they okay?” He grabbed shoulder. with all his might, making her wince, and he let go in a panic.

“Hey, hey– easy there,” She tried to soothe. “The children are fine, Mr. Zhu– I’m asking about you; What happened? Why didn’t you answer my calls? Why are you up here?” She sat in front of him so he was forced to look at her.

Pigsy’s hands fumbled for his cigarettes in his pocket, but Gatita gently pulled them away from his hand.

“Mr. Zhu, I need you to be forward with me,” She looked at him so softly it hurt. “What happened here?”

Pigsy blinked slowly. “Y-you’re the one who– *hic* –called?”

Gatita nodded. “I was hoping to have lunch with you; have you take the day off to chat and see how you’re holding up.”

Pigsy laughed, covering his eyes with his hand. “Sandy… Xin…”

The woman nodded solemnly. “I’ve heard.”

“You’ve– oh shit– Gatita– please– y-you– *hic* –you can’t– the kids– please the kids–” Pigsy shook his head as tears streamed down his fur.

“Hey now,” Gatita said, and another calm wave washed over the demon against his will. “Nobody is going anywhere, nobody is getting taken away– it’s okay.”

‘It’s okay.’

When was anything ever “okay”? How could ruining your best friend's life and getting someone else killed ever okay?????

“Leave me alone, Gatita,” Pigsy growled, eyes red.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, Mr. Zhu– you are deeply unwell, and you need help,” She placed a soft hand on his giant cheek.

Pigsy glared. “You should be– *hic* – afraid of me.”

Gatita chuckled and wiped away a stray tear. “I’ve seen my fair share of demons, Mr. Zhu, and you’re a rose compared to them.”

Pigsy grunted his disbelief, before asking, “Why were you calling?”

“Well… if you want to think of it in professional terms, then it’s because I know that my client–Mei–’s wellbeing is directly tied to your wellbeing. However, I like to think of it more as me being fond of you and wondering how you’ve been holding up since I last saw you,” She assured him gently.

“You calling is what set me off in the first fuckin’ place– I mean– goddamn– six– seven times–?”

“It was only twice, Mr. Zhu,” Gatita looked genuinely confused.

Pigsy blinked. “N-no, you had– who–?” the demon shook his head, “Doesn’t matter– phone’s fucking broken,” he gestured to the shattered pieces before rubbing his face. “God, I’m such an idiot– I’m sorry– I just– I–”

“You’ve hurt yourself,” Gatita noticed the cut in his hand.

Pigsy growled, “S’what I get for breakin’ all this shit.”

"Broken glass can be swept, and a phone can be replaced, Mr. Zhu, but a life cannot," she frowned softly, reaching into her bag and pulling out a bandage.

“God– you think I don’t know that?!," Pigsy snapped, startling her.

For weeks he had pleaded to never had heard that phone call– that he'd go to Xin and Sandy's wedding in two months as planned. That he'd be the best man and give a sappy speech and everything would feel okay and Pigsy would be satisfied knowing Sandy finally had someone good in his life and he could become the recluse in his restaurant like he was always meant to be.

He wished for– begged for– prayed for a way he could've possibly made things better– but once the newspaper arrived and the details of the trial were released, he had known the best thing he could do was disappear.

His Nana had stopped him.

"Hey, hey– it’s alright, just breathe for me–"

“Hai Xin is dead because of me, Gatita,” Pigsy snapped. "I cant just fucking 'breathe' that away!"

Gatita went silent for a moment, closing her eyes before unwrapping the bandage and placing it on his hand.

"Mr. Zhu… feeling guilty and torturing yourself or even getting yourself killed won’t bring her back– you must understand this," she pleaded. "MK, Mei and Tang need you, and I will not watch idly by as you throw yourself away."

Pigsy sat up a little. “I-i wasn’t– I’m not–”

Gatita looked deep, deep into his eyes.

"...It's just a bad day."

"You don't have to be alone, you know."

"I've been alone for eight years, Gatita, and I’ve always been just fine, and I’ll always be fine–"

"You know you didn't turn on your sign. The one outside."

Pigsy blinked. "...What?"

"That’s why nobody was in the restaurant. They thought you hadn’t opened.”

The demon shook his head. "But that's… nonono, I always–"

"Mr. Zhu, look at me."

He hesitated but obeyed.

"You are not fine. You are not okay. You made terrible mistakes in your past and they have wounded you severely. You need help and not just for your sake– but for your family's too."

"They aren’t my family…"

Gatita gasped in quiet heartbreak and Pigsy quickly corrected himself.

"I-i don't mean it like that– I-i just– I-i can't. I'm not good enough– I'll never be good enough– I mean– look at me!" Pigsy laughed pathetically. "I'm a seven foot drunk fucking monster with giant tusks and claws and just– I can't. I-i can care, I can watch, I-i can protect, but I'll never– I can't be a– I'll kill them."

Gatita instantly wrapped her arms around his thick neck and squeezed tightly, saying nothing and yet everything at the same time. For some stupid, pathetic reason, Pigsy hugged her back and allowed himself to cry in her embrace.

“Mr. Zhu… you are not cursed, and you are not a murderer. What happened was an awful, awful accident that isn't anybody's fault," She said, still holding on.

Pigsy shook his head. "I'll kill them one day– I will, I will–”

“Pigsy–" She let go.

“All I do is hurt people. A-and yeah, I can try, but I’ll fuck up just like my pops did and then they’ll turn 18 and never, ever want to see me again, and with Mei’s fancy schmancy inheritance they can move to the otherside of the world for all they care, a-and–”

“Pigsy, look at me.”

He did.

“Your father is not kind to himself. Neither was his, or his father and so on and so forth. If you want to break this pattern, you must believe in yourself and that you can be better,” She placed a hand on his shoulder.

“How the hell’d you know that?” Pigsy snorted in contempt, and Gatita frowned.

“That doesn’t matter,” She waved him off. “Let me ask you somethinge: do you think the kids would be happy seeing you like this?” She asked.

Pigsy shook his head and meant it.

He could practically imagine it– MK standing frozen by the door at the sight of him– terrified of him throwing that bottle. Mei would yell at him for scaring MK– say she hates him, or say she wished she’d prefer her babysitters or nannies anyday compared to him. She’d find a way to hurt him– she would. They’d never trust him again. And Pigsy would deserve it.

“Children are impressionable creatures, Mr. Zhu. Their minds are so susceptible to every little thing and pattern– not unlike monkeys, really,” Gatita laughed a little before shaking her head. “But I digress– what I mean is… well… Would you like it if the kids, having heard or seen your self-abusive tendencies, began to mimic it?”

“No-! That’d be–...” Pigsy’s eyes softened in realization. “That’d be awful, ma’am.”

The lawyer smiled at him wearily. “You need to take care of yourself, friend. For the children’s sake because– well– pardon my bluntness, but the last thing they need is to lose another parental figure.”

Her words hit like dagger in his chest, but at least the message was loud and clear.

“I-i don’t… I don’t wanna fail ‘em, I just feel like I will anyways…” He whispered, looking away.

“The best way to make sure that doesn’t happen is to take care of yourself, Mr. Zhu,” She placed a soft hand under his chin.

“But I– I don’t–”

“You may think you don’t deserve it, but don’t the children deserve a happier, healthier guardian?”

“Then give them to Tang-!” Pigsy shouted. “I-i don’t know why or how I was chosen, but I am very clearly not the best guy for the job– I mean– look at me– really, really look at me.”

She did.

“Do I seriously look like I could ever be a ‘happy, healthy guardian’?” He asked, voice cracking.

“Mr. Zhu, you do not understand how much deliberation went into your eventually selection– while Mr. Tang is good and kind and–”

“–And human?” Pigsy glared.

“...and intelligent, he cannot provide the level of protection you can. He lacks your bravery and tenacity and your resourcefulness– he is a great man, but he is not the protector and caregiver they need,” She took two of his fingers and squeezed them, since his hand was far too big to be held.

“...But what if I ruin ‘em? What if–” Pigsy swallowed a lump in his throat– “What if one day that light in MK’s eyes just… fades. What if Mei stops joking around? What if something hurts them– what if I hurt them? What if it’s all my fault and they really would’ve ended up better off with some fancy schmancy royal life instead of being with me? What if you were wrong?”

“There is nothing that cannot be overcome with love, compassion, and care– and that includes to the self,” Gatita didn’t waver a second.

Pigsy opened his mouth to speak, but Gatita held out a finger.

“Think of it this way: if you had the option of boarding a bus with a driver that hated himself, never got any sleep, and was smoking and drinking, versus one with a bit of temperament but always arrived on time and with care, which would you feel better about picking? Heck– which one would you want MK and Mei to ride with?”

Pigsy closed his eyes and bit his cheek before shaking his head. “Dammit Gatita– you make this really hard.”

The lawyer laughed. “I’ve had a lot of practice over the years.”

Pigsy didn’t doubt that.

Gatita dusted herself off and stood. “Look– how's about you let me take you home, I’ll make you some tea, lend you an ear for any other thoughts or feelings you have– or we just watch a movie, go for a walk– and overall just relax until the children and Tang get home and I’ll let you take it from there, hm?”

Pigsy sighed, running his hand through his fur. “I… yeah, I guess that does sound kinda… nice…”

“Wise decision,” Gatita winked and offered her hand.

Pigsy didn’t take it right away though, glancing at her nervously.

“I… I really, really don’t wanna hurt ‘em…” he confessed.

“You want to know something?” She asked.

Pigsy nodded.

“No good parent wants to either,” She whispered with a wink.

Pigsy laughed a little. “Guess I can’t argue there, huh?”

Gatita shrugged. “You put up a good fight– reminds me of an old friend,” she once again offered her hand.

This time, Pigsy took it, shrinking back down to his glamored form, though stumbling a bit forward since he was still quite drunk.

“Feeling any better yet, Mr. Zhu?” Gatita smiled softly and helped stabilize him.

“It’s Pigsy– and… yeah, I guess I am… thanks.” Pigsy couldn’t help but give a weak smile in return.

“Anytime, Pigsy,” Gatita nodded a little. “Now let’s get you home and get something other than two bottles of wine in you, hm?”

“Ugh– is that what happened? Jeez, I really am a mess,” Pigsy cringed.

“You’re a work in progress,” Gatita patted his arm before getting the door. “Shall we?”

“Yeah… yeah– let’s go,” Pigsy nodded to himself and together the pair walked into a brighter day.

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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If you don't mind: 6, 49, 52 with Arkham Edward iffin you please 💖

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Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 2.1k ok yum??? this was a good pick bb and so much fun to do a silly trope like this and oh my god it was fun to do a kind of flustered eddie, i dunno you picked something i literally would have chosen myself so ty ily request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: leering, sharing a bed (?), handjob

Ed stood next to you in the tiny safe room, both of you staring towards the single twin bed cramped up against the wall.

“In my defence, I hadn’t really thought that I’d have someone tagging along with me.”

“I thought you planned for every eventuality.”

“Yes, but you were an eventuality that I couldn’t have conceived of.”

He had a really strange way of making you feel wanted. His words were often cold at first listen, but when you mulled them over, you could hear a softer sentiment behind them. It was easy for others to mistake your partnership in crime as one of pure business, but you knew, as did Ed though he would deny it at all costs, that you had become friends over the course of your time together.

“It’s ok, I can cope with it. I trust you.” You nudged his side, offering him a quick smile as you glanced to him before setting down your carry load.

Ed’s heart thumped in his chest. The implication that you trusted him meant a lot to him. But that wasn’t why his chest was pounding. No, it was the suggestion that there was a possibility that something could happen, that the unspoken but hinted at intimacy of the situation you had found yourselves in would create a potential reason for you to have to trust him, that’s what had him breaking out in a nervous sweat.

“Besides, it’s freezing in here!”

You rubbed at your arms, turning to face Ed who was staring at you, unblinking and eyes unfocused before snapping back to reality from whatever little plans he was amusing himself with in his head.

“Do you have something I can wear, Ed? This vest is disgusting and look, my arms have goosebumps!” You thrust your forearm into his face, so close to his nose that he flinched. You giggled and prodded his nose with your finger before turning to search through your backpack for your flask.

Ed watched you, trying hard not to consider it leering and more a deep focus on you.

“Um…I think so. There should be a box under the bed, I’m sure I stashed away extra clothing.”

“Perfect!” You shifted focus to the bed, where you knelt and crawled under, rear sticking out much to Ed’s dismay. When you crawled back out you lifted the lid off the box and reached down to lift your vest up over your head.

Ed turned quickly, heading to the small bathroom in the corner of the room to avoid watching you get dressed. Not that he didn’t want to watch, he just knew how inappropriate it was, and around you, it was strange, but he couldn’t trust himself. Perhaps that was why it meant so much that you did. After waiting enough time that you could be finished changing, and that didn’t make it obvious that was why Ed had left, he took a deep breath and re-entered the room, stopped in his tracks as he noticed you pulling blankets out from underneath the bed you were to share.

“Are…are you wearing my shirt?”

“Uh, yeah. Sorry, you said I could wear something. Is that…ok?”

“No th-that’s fine…it’s just…it’s…we should get some sleep. Big day tomorrow, can’t have our brains depleted or deprived, I mean I can afford to lose a few brain cells, but you might-”

“Ha ha! Very funny, don’t even finish that thought. Let me just get the bed ready and we can get our rest.” You smirked at him as you turned to gather up the sheets and blankets, trying to create as much opportunity for insulation as possible.

From behind, Ed watched as you arranged the bed. The way you bent over, stretching to tuck the sheets under the mattress on the side against the wall, yours his shirt rose up, allowing him a glimpse at your underwear, peeking out, tormenting him. You turned around quickly, and he tried to find something else to look at, aware of the red seeping into his cheeks as he pretended to have been very focused on a crack in the wall.

“Ok, done. So…is it less awkward to face each other or to face away, butt to butt?”

Ed cleared his throat, choking on his own saliva, cheeks no longer tinged but flooding with pink.

“I uh…I think probably facing away.”

Ed opted for the inside, preferring to give you more space to spread your limbs over the edge of the bed if need be. His body was used to being crushed, bruised and pushed up against walls after all.

"I think it might be best to sleep...can you sleep with lights on? In case we need to make a quick escape."

"Actually, I would prefer that. It might seem warmer with some light."

Despite his stress, trying to hold his body still and away from yours, he did manage to fall asleep not long after you had dozed off. He was exhausted. He’d slept maybe a total of 5 hours in the past three days and he was running on empty. Despite how uncomfortable he was, his body needed to shut down.

Ever used to fitful sleep, Ed woke up an hour or so later, warm and comfortable before he realised where he was. In his still half-asleep state, he slowly adjusted to the room, the cold wall against his side, the blankets on his body, and your arm, wrapped around him, leaning on his chest with your fingers touching the skin above the vest he wore. As he shifted in shock, your body moved a little, fingers twitching out and grazing over his chest. Softly, agonisingly slowly, he lifted your arm off of him, watching with baited breath as you rolled over, letting out a little sigh before your breathing regulated. Confident that you were once again asleep, Ed shifted his body into the wall, pressed flat against it, nose bent to get as close to it as possible, and as far away from your warm, soft body as he could.

He hadn’t even realised he’d fallen asleep again. The minutes spent staring at the wall, trying to think of anything but your body, close next to him, had obviously bored him to the point that his brain decided sleep was the better option over anxiety, a first for Ed. Something about sharing a space with you soothed him, clearly, and he’d be foolish not to make note of that. But it was more than just being in close proximity. Ed slowly realised the physical closeness between you, as he became aware that he was spooning you, arms wrapped around your body, head close to your neck, your spine curved against his shape, fitting into him like a puzzle piece. The way the light illuminated your skin, the shadows your body made against his, imprinted on to him in his mind.

Ed lay perfectly still, allowing himself to hold you for a bit longer, admiring the way you seemed to have been made for this, and him for you. As criminal as he might be, you were something he cherished, and he kept his hands still and flat against you, convincing himself that if he didn’t move then it wasn’t creepy. He was sharing warmth and comfort, and he felt he deserved it finally. Admittedly, the risk was also intriguing to him, and fuelled by desire and a compulsion to challenge himself, he leant his head closer to you, inhaling deeply to try and take of much of you in as possible.

You stirred at his slight shift, brushing ever so gently against him and letting out a little moan as you stretched against his body. Ed panicked, a warmth spreading in his core as he felt himself get hard, the way you sigh had vibrated through him with your back against his chest, the way your rear, pressed deep into the curve of his own body, rubbed into him. He panicked, unsure of what to do, as you stretched again, rolling over to face him.

“Ed, you’re awake?”

“I’m so sorry.”

“What, why? What’s wrong? Did something-” you felt Ed��s length, hard, against your thigh as you tried to adjust your body to his in the tight quarters. “Oh…oh that’s ok!”

Ed felt faint, the blood rushing to his cheeks, and his cock, dissipating from the rest of him. He was forever irritated with the way you accepted an apology so quickly, knowing it would eventually be your downfall to be so trusting and so kind, even when it was in his favour.

“No, don’t-”

“Honestly, Ed. You’re a man of science, you know as well as I do that it’s a normal, biological reaction to wake up…like that. You don’t have to be embarrassed. I certainly won’t take it to mean anything, it’s not like you’re harbouring some deep-seated crush or that you find me somehow irresistibly attractive.” You laughed, but Ed stayed stoic.

“Your self-deprecation is really irritating at times. I really hoped I would have rubbed off on you by now.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, a small smirk forming on one side of your mouth.

“No, n-not like that! You know what I mean. I just feel that an inflated ego can never harm oneself, I’ve found it only benefits me. It’s painful to see you not take notice of how you appear to other people.”

“Sorry, I just…of all people, I didn’t think you would find me attractive, that’s all.”

“Of course I think you’re attractive.”

Everything Ed said was so matter of fact. And despite wanting to find a lie in his words, you could tell he spoke with sincerity. Heart fluttering in your chest, threatening to burst out of your throat, you leaned in to Ed, who leaned back ever so slightly against your lunge, but let his hand find your hip as your lips met with his.

It was amazing how quickly you found a rhythm in each other’s touches, given that you had spent your time together so far ignoring the feelings that pushed up just below the surface. Ed was surprisingly receptive to your hands, pushing through and grabbing at his hair, tugging at the front of his vest to deepen the kiss you shared. But even so, he was still restrained, hands staying on your hips, grabbing tighter every so often, only to loosen off when he became aware of them.

But you were in a position of power, given that Ed was enclosed between your body and the wall behind him, and pressing him into it in a passionate embrace, he had no other option but to let himself be touched, sighing at the contact, holding back pleads for more as you kissed his cheek, down his neck, breathing against him as he placed his own lips against your neck, copying your moves in a bid to please you. He finally moved his hands, one around your back and the other holding the back of your neck, tensing his fingers into it and hissing against you as your hands found their way to his length.

“Hng…you…don’t have to…huh…do that…”

“I want to, Ed.” You reached below the band of the underwear he had slept in, pulling him out and stroking up the length of his cock, wrapping your palm around his head and applying the lightest of pressures, jolting in pleasure at the whimpers of pleasure he filled your ear with at the sensation.

“Maybe if you’re not so distracted by this, you’ll be able to get to sleep.”

“That…that might…hmm…work…please. Please.” He grabbed your neck tighter, pulling you in to kiss him again, his teeth taking hold of your lower lip as you stroked his cock, harder and faster than before, find the precipice of his tolerance and keeping up the pace. His tongue forced it’s way into your mouth, and the frantic movements of it against your own, the entirely pornographic sounds of the slobbering and moaning as he all but tried to consume you fuelled his orgasm. As his groans became whines, pitched higher than his natural voice, breathier and choked, you leaned in to him, lips brushing past his ears as you whispered.

“Let go, Ed.”

At the command, a strained whimper was choked out of his throat by his own body tensing up, cock thrusting into your fist as he shuddered under his own orgasm, seed spilling on to the sheets and body, clammy and gently shaking, collapsed from the wall onto yours, holding it tight, fingers dug into your back and face buried into your neck as he breathed slowly in and out.

You unbuttoned your shirt, Ed sinking his face into your chest and reasting his cheek on your breasts, as you used your clothes to clean up some of the mess he had left. Holding him against you, you felt his snake his arms around you, clinging to you and shifting you in closer to him, till it felt like you could fit a third person into the bed. Within minutes, he was asleep, peaceful and comfortable against your body.

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lu-vin-it · 2 years

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𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗬/𝗡

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝟭

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗼’𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀.

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗠𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗫 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀 𝗨𝘀𝗲𝗱: 𝗡𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗱

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟳𝟰𝟰

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗡𝗼𝗻𝗲

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 @mukbee 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜𝗹𝘆 ❤︎︎

Dear Eddie, I heard your voice. It was nice. I want nothing more than to reveal myself to you, but I fear you will not reciprocate my feelings, and I’m not quite sure if I could survive the rejection. School is almost over. I’m not sure how I will channel my feelings during the summer, especially because I know you’ll graduate, and I will as well. Third time’s the charm, right? We’ll forever be known as Hawkins graduates of ‘86. I’m going to college as well. Maybe I’ll keep a box of letters, and write to you when I’m sad because I miss you. I hope I’ll eventually move on. For now, however, let’s not think of the future. Right now, I love you, and I see you every day, you just don’t see me. That’s enough to satiate my need for now. Love, xx

You sat in History class staring at the back of Eddie’s head. Your interaction yesterday was still fresh in your mind. You jumped when the bell rang, breaking you from your trance.

You gathered your things quickly, cringing at the fact you didn’t take any notes. That was going to cost you when you take your next test.

“Hey Y/N!” A voice exclaims. You look up to see Eddie slinging on his backpack smiling at you.

“Oh. Hi Eddie.” You smile politely.

“Do you want to sit together at lunch?”

“Oh. I’d love to, but I don’t do well with crowds. I usually sit by my locker. You can join me if you’d like.”

“Sure, lead the way!” You smiled at Eddie and nodded for him to follow you.

When you arrived at your locker, you opened it up with ease, grabbing your lunch box out of it and arranging your things into it.

“What’s that..?” Eddie reaches over your head and grabs a blank piece of paper. The same paper you write your letters to him on.

“Eddie.. I..”

“You’re the one who wrote me the letters?” Eddie asked, you looked at the ground, tears forming in your eyes.

“Yeah. I’m sorry if you thought they were creepy or whatever.. I just needed an—“ Your rambling was cut off when Eddie’s hand grasped the sides of your face to look at him.

“They‘re the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.” Eddie said quietly, his gaze in your eyes soft and almost loving.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” You and Eddie stare at each other for a few seconds. His eyes were dark brown, but faded into a beautiful golden. You never noticed that before. He slowly started leaning in and before you knew it, you were closing your eyes and soaking into the feeling of his lips moving against your own. His hands moved from your cheeks to your hips, pushing you against your locker.

You could feel your heart beating against your chest. Your hand went to his cheek, caressing his skin with your thumb. His breath was hot against your skin, it made you happy to know he was close. You’d imagined this probably a hundred times, but this was real.

When Eddie pulled back from the kiss you couldn’t help but to feel disappointed it was already over.

“Will you pinch me?” You quickly said. Eddie furrowed his eyebrows.

“What?” He chuckled a bit, not believing you were serious.

“I’ve dreamt of this for a year, don’t blame me for being skeptical please.” You begged.

“Y/N, this is real— I’m real. This isn’t some dream or show or book that you're reading. I’m here.” You smiled.

“I don’t know what to say, Eddie.”

“Say you’ll go out with me on Friday.” He smirks, stepping closer to you, trapping you against your locker.

“I’ll go out with you on Friday—If my parents let me..” You look Eddie up and down. “Do you think you could cover your tattoos and put your hair in a ponytail or something when you pick me up? Oh! And be really nice to them so that they’ll let me see you more than once?”

“Babe, aren’t you 18?” You flustered.

“Well— Yes— but you see; my parents are strict and I live under their roof so I must abide by their rules.” Eddie scrunched up his face in disgust.

“That sucks, but yeah, I’ll dress up all nice for you.” He winks at you, making you giggle. You pull him down slowly to kiss him again. It was weird how you could do that.

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

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24 Days of CHRISMAS: Day 23

Content info: Chan and YN are driving home for Christmas (but via train because climate change) and end up sitting next to each other. It’s a meet cute, basically.

Word count: 1195

Warnings: Author Hare has possibly kitschy taste in Kdramas (I am just sappy, Your Honour)

“Is this seat taken?”

In all honesty, you really don’t want anyone sitting next to you. The train is bursting at the seams, you reserved your seat weeks ago because today, one day before Christmas, it would of course be more than full.

But as you glance up and see the attractive young man smiling down at you, you feel like it absolutely could have been worse. So, you nod. “Sure,” you even say with a little gesture and move your backpack under your seat.

“Thanks,” he breathes, visibly relieved, as he falls into the seat next to you, pushing his own backpack into the gap under the seat in front of him. You try not to stare at him in his red-black chequered flannel and torn black skinny jeans as he wriggles out of his coat and then takes a few deep breaths. He really is well fit.

You try to turn your attention back to your iPad where you are watching a Kdrama on Netflix, and restart the episode. Handsome next to you is on his phone, and you almost forget his presence as the male lead in the drama appears just as the female lead is lost in the woods and helps her find her way back. You jump lightly as your seat neighbour suddenly speaks.

You pull year AirPod out and glance to your right, over at him. “Pardon?”

He smiles at you, a little sheepish. “I said I loved that scene. I’ve also watched that drama.”

A handsome guy dressed like a punk rock star/fuckboy who watches romantic drama? Is this your personal Christmas present or is fate trying to show you once again just how single you are?

You smile back. “It’s actually not my first time watching it. It’s just so good!”

Handsome shakes his head. “Gah, I know. And the male lead. He is SO good looking – why is he so good looking?!” His exasperation seems real, but at the same time you can’t help but wonder if your seat neighbour owns a mirror. And if he’s into women.

The ticket collector comes by to check both of your tickets, and as cute guy puts his wallet away, he pulls out a package of chocolate chip cookies. He offers you the closed box. “Would you like some? I’m Chan, by the way.”

“YN.” You smile at him, and he reciprocates the expression.

“Lovely to meet you, fellow drama fan. I thought maybe you’d need some sustenance when pining for handsome boys.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “Is that how you do it?” you ask as you tear open the packaging. Mhmmm, triple chocolate, your favourite kind.

“Ouch!” Chan rubs his neck like an anime character. “But… yeah, maybe?” He also takes a cookie and leans back in his seat. “I’m not here for the handsome boys, though. Or girls, that is. I mean I like girls, you know? I just-“ He blushes. “I just like the stories,” he ends meekly before closing his eyes for a moment, obviously cursing himself.

You contemplate for a moment, then offer him your other AirPod. “Do you want to watch with me?”

Chan doesn’t even hesitate but immediately holds out his hand. “I was hoping you’d ask,” he smiles, and accepts the earphone.

You turn the iPad so he won’t have to sit completely crookedly, and dig into the cookies as you watch together, commenting on the plot points and mimicking the funniest lines. You can’t help noticing that you’re leaning into each other, shoulder to shoulder, and this shouldn’t be so comfortable, what with a total stranger sharing your personal space, but it is. You can’t explain it, though, so might as well just enjoy it. With your luck, he’s only minutes away from telling you about his gorgeous girlfriend or whatever.

At the end of the episode, a serious scene comes along, and you can feel tears standing in your eyes, threatening to spill over. You blink a few times, and suddenly, there is a tissue below your eyelashes – Chan is catching your tears before they can roll down your cheeks.

You glance over at him, and he’s smiling softly. “I knew this would happen,” he explains quietly, “I cried, too, when I first watched it.”

“Thanks.” You accept the tissue, and your hands brush, sparks dancing in the space between you. Honestly, who is that guy, your personal Christmas angel?

The episode ends, and you use the opportunity to blow your nose. Chan puts away the empty cookie packaging. “Are you on your way to visit family?” he asks, because while you each know about the other’s Kdrama trope preferences now, you don’t actually have any details on the other’s life.

You nod, your tears mostly dried. “Yeah. I’m there for only a few days before I have to get back to work, but I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

He smiles gently. “You love your family a lot, don’t you?”

A smile lights up your face. “I can’t wait to see my baby niece, she’s already walking!” You shake your head a little, excited at the prospect. “What about you? You’re not just on the train to make random Kdrama acquaintances?”

Chan giggles. “I mean, that’s a perk, but I am also visiting family. I’m there soon, though-“ He glances at his phone. “The next stop is mine.”

“Oh.” You can’t help but hide your disappointment. The next stop is only minutes away.

Chan seems to be fighting with himself, then he turns to you, holding his phone. “Hey, I was thinking – who is going to hand you a tissue during that scene where the male lead stabs his love interest?”

You have a suspicion of where he’s going with that but decide to play along and shiver exaggeratedly. “I don’t know! What a terrible thought!”

Chan’s smile is shy and hopeful. “Would you maybe want to give me your number? We could arrange to take the train back together or something… So you don’t have to watch alone?”

You smile back and wordlessly extend your hand to take his phone. You punch in your number and save it as “Drama Girl”. Chan reads it over your shoulder and nods in approval. Just then, the train conductor announces his stop. It’s weird how you’ve only spent an hour together and still you know you’ll miss him as soon as he’s gone. This really was a special Christmas present of a meeting.

Chan shrugs into his jacket, wrestles his backpack out from underneath the seat and then seems to hesitate before leaning down to you and pressing a tiny kiss to your forehead. “See you soon, Drama Girl,” he says, smiling one last time at you before walking down the aisle, and then he’s out of sight.

Your phone vibrates; it’s a text from an unknown number. You open the message and find a gif from the drama you just watched together, together with a bunch of smiley emojis. You can’t help but smile at the phone like an idiot. Maybe, just maybe, you’ve just found the male lead for the drama of your own life…?

~Day 24~

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aeaean--bliss · 2 years

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employee discount

summary: eddie munson ended it with you ten days ago. in the mean time, he’s been accused of murder, being the leader of a cult, and running from the police. now he’s stuck in some boathouse somewhere, and some curly haired, fifteen year-old dweeb is knocking on your front door, insisting on borrowing your employee discount for groceries.

pairing: eddie munson x reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings/tags: angst, exes to kind of lovers? swearing, pining, best bud steve, etc

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“I’m just saying, you don’t have to do this.”

You haul the bags out of the trunk with a huff, plastic handles digging into your skin with the weight of the goods. Your palms are clammy with spring sweat, shirt sticking uncomfortably to your back no matter how much you tug and shift.

Steve reaches past you, pulling out Dustin’s trusty backpack and slinging it over his shoulder, before shutting the trunk with a loud bang.

“I know.”

Steve eyes you carefully but doesn’t say anything. He must think you’re crazy. Or at the very least, pathetically desperate. Less than two weeks after your breakup, and you’re already ignoring valid excuses to dodge your ex. By ordinary standards, you should still be avoiding him like the plague, or burning effigies in your basement. Steve’s not wrong in his scepticism; you’re a bit of an emotional masochist, ridiculously eager to poke and prod at the open wound so you can feel its sting.

And you gotta say, the whole situation intrigues you. He’s living in some guy’s boathouse off of Lover’s Lake, for Christ’s sake. Maybe you care, or something.

Steve gives you one last glance, before he seems to decide it’s not his circus and shifts the strap further up his shoulder.

You trail after the line of ducklings that make their way haphazardly to the boathouse, bags in hand. Your grip threatens to slip, hands growing increasingly clammy around the plastic handles. You shouldn’t have gone for the puffer. Today’s been one of those days where the morning breeze bites at your skin with razor sharp fangs, but the noon sun beats down on you with a sweltering heat. You should have shrugged it off, left it in the car, or something. Anything to ease your current discomfort.

You’re so focused on the damp pooling on your lower back and the bead trickling down your temple that you barely even notice that you’ve crossed the doorstep; bumping into Steve gracelessly.

It takes a moment for Eddie to notice you, exchanging breathless jabs with Dustin as he runs his hands through his hair in relief. You watch as his eyes skim over the group; Dustin, Robin, Max, Steve, and…

The surprise in his eyes is unmistakable as they finally come to a halt. The silence is deafening, you can practically hear their eyes turning to give each other looks as you stare. His round, brown eyes stay fixed on you, unblinkingly.

This was a mistake. You’ve prodded a bit too hard. Abort. Maybe the wound’s a bit too fresh because just looking at him, seeing him in front of you, hurts. Your sinuses begin to sting with that telltale burn that tells you that you’re about thirty seconds away from making an absolute embarrassment of yourself.

"Relax, you don't have to talk to me, or whatever. Food's in the bag," you say blandly, pushing past Robin to dump the bags on the floor in front of him. One of the tins of SpaghettiOs rolls out from beneath its tarp, rolling across the bumpy floor and coming to an unceremonious halt as it hits the leg of a nearby table. You turn, trying to ignore the pained expression behind Robin’s eyes. She’s always been terrible at hiding how she feels. "I’m gonna wait in the car," you state, snatching Steve's keys as you pass him and head for the door.

You’ve spent many an hour in Steve Harrington’s passenger seat. Weekends, weekdays, early mornings, late nights… You can name every tape in the box and every track on it, know exactly where the seats dip and curve and how to jimmy the crank to roll the window down. But now, as you sit there, staring at the boathouse through blurry eyes, the 733i feels cold, empty, and foreign.

You’ve been stewing in unprocessed grief, waterline prickling with unshed tears, though whether it’s come from a lack of blinking or a desire to cry, you don’t know. Perhaps it’s both. You’ve no idea how long you’ve been sitting here, either, but the harsh light has started to fade. Your legs ache, cramped from sitting in the seat for so long, but worsened by the hours you spent on your feet at Bradley’s last night. Business was slow; you dragged out the restocking of shelves for as long as you could mentally bear it. In the end, you just had to wait it out and go home.

Which is what you’re doing right now. And it makes you angry because Steve was right, you didn’t need to come along. You could have just checked out the groceries for them with your discount and gone home. Robin, too; the way she kept looking at you with wide eyes full of concern should have tipped you off. In all honesty, you wanted to see him. You haven’t seen him since you saw him in the hall ten days ago, where he’d ignored your eyes hastily before deciding he should just get it over with.

Yeah, hey, um… I don’t think we should hang out anymore.

He’d barely spoken to you in a week, dodging you at every opportune moment. After a few days, you got the hint and stopped trying to spot him in the crowd. Then he hit you with the punchline, and by then you were beyond caring. So beyond caring that it’s the only thing you’ve been able to think about for the past ten days because the reason it hurts so much is that you know he really likes you. You’re willing to bet your paycheck on it, even if it only is a measly eight dollars. You know the look of adoration in that man’s eyes. So what’s the fucking problem?

Sitting so still you think you might never move again, you ruminate. It stings in your chest and in your stomach. It makes you feel sick. You’re so out of it that the three short knocks against the driver’s seat window almost make you jump out of your skin. Your head snaps round as the object of your fantasies and your nightmares gives you a small, sad wave, mouth pressed into a grim line. The door clicks open.

“The fuck are you doing? Someone could see-”

“I don’t care,” Eddie grunts as he all but collapses into the driver’s seat, slamming the door shut. He mutters something under his breath, probably something about how low down the seat is compared to his van or how short Steve’s legs are.

The car feels a lot less empty now. It almost feels crowded.

“Gotta get some fuckin… air, I’m dying in that fuckin boathouse.”

He sighs loudly as he gets settled, head leaning back heavily against the headrest. You blink, and repress the impulse to point out that this is probably the worst place in the vicinity to get fresh air. You can practically taste your breath on your tongue.

His tongue clicks unintentionally when he opens his mouth to speak. He’s not spared you a glance since he sat down, eyes fixed on the boat house.

What the hell is he doing out here?

“Hey, man, I, uh…”

Oh, here we go.

He trails off, and you’re torn between wanting to tell him to shut the hell up and desperately wanting to hear what he could possibly have to say. You fix your eyes on a tree in the distance.

Fuck this. You reach for the handle and push the door open. You get one foot out the door when a firm hand grasps yours.

“Just… give me a minute,” he says quietly.

Your lips purse, trying to quell the wobbling.

“I think you’ve had long enough.”

“Y/N, please.”

“You should get inside,” you say, ripping your hand out of his grip.

The fresh air that meets your skin is more than welcome as you stalk towards the shore. You hear a car door slam behind you and pick up your pace. It’s getting dark now, and you have to pay extra attention so you don’t trip.

You reach the water’s edge, and you can go no further. The night air is heavy and humid, you can hear Dustin and Max squaring off about something or other in the boathouse. Their flashlights cast a yellow shine over the water’s surface, rippling in the dim light.

You sit down against a nearby tree trunk. Bringing your knees up, you hug yourself.

You hear him before you see him, leaves rustling underfoot.

“So…” he says, squatting down in front of you with his hands clasped, “turns out that being accused of being a cult leader, serial killer, and fugitive from the law kinda changes your perspective on things.”

You don’t humour him with a snarky comeback. Instead, you lean your head against the trunk and fix your eyes on the last sliver of daylight disappearing beyond the treetops.

“Please… say something.”

You sigh, looking back at him. His eyes are pleading. You know he’s not good at this sort of thing; frankly, he’s taking a huge step, and you know it’s a big deal, but you’re not really in the mood to give him a gold star for doing the bare fucking minimum. Even if it is the best that he can do.

“You’re such a wuss.”

He doesn’t say anything, so you know he knows it’s true.

“You’re such a wuss. What, you actually find yourself liking someone for a change, so you have to shut it down?”

“I know, I-”

“Well, what about me? What the fuck am I supposed to do, hang around and wait while you change your mind every two seconds?”

“N- you know that’s not what it’s about.”

“Then what is it about?”

Your words hang in the air, almost echoing, bouncing off the water’s surface. His voice is quiet and uncharacteristically small when he replies,

“I don’t know.”

It pains you, the knowledge that if you wanted to, you could forgive and forget right now, erase the whole breakup and the past horrible month from your mind and delude yourself. Bring it all back to the way it was, and pretend that he’s the same as he always was.

The thought makes your nose sting, so you stand yourself up without sparing him so much as a glance. The others have left the boathouse; you can hear the thump, thump, thump of Dustin’s backpack as he bounds up a nearby hill. Max shouts something after him.

A sharp cough makes you turn. Steve’s leaning against a nearby tree trunk, arms crossed. His eyes trail warily over to Eddie, a sceptical quirk in his brow.

“Yeah, uh, we’ve gotta get outta here,” Steve says, turning back to you.

“Yeah,” Eddie cuts in, shoving his hands in his pockets and heading for the path Steve just came down. “You guys better head.”

You hadn’t realised he’d stood up. You can’t stop the words from escaping before it’s too late.

“You’re not gonna stay in that shack by yourself all night, are you?”

You feel stupid, what did you think he was gonna do? It’s not like he’s swimming in options. But the way he’s standing, the way he’s got his hands in his pockets with his leather jacket and his muddy sneakers tugs at something in you. Last time you saw them, really looked at them, was about three and a half weeks ago; tossed messily on the burgundy shag carpet in your bedroom.

Eddie turns and opens his mouth to answer, but no words come out. There’s something, almost like a dejected apology in his eyes as he closes his mouth and shrugs. You purse your lips.

“You can’t stay there forever.”

Eddie clears his throat and drops his gaze to the ground.

“Yeah, well, now that I’m wanted for murder, I might as well add breaking and entering to the list.”

You eye him warily, despite Steve’s nervous shifting. He’s this close to snapping at you to hurry the fuck up, but you must really mean a lot to him because he’s being uncharacteristically nice to you today.

“Hey, look,” Eddie murmurs, closing the gap between you hesitantly, “just, uh… just let me figure some of this shit out, yeah? Then I’ll… I’ll figure…” He gestures between the two of you. “... this out.”

You glare at him, unaffected.

“What’s left to figure out, you know what you want.”

“Please, please, just… I’m a bit fuckin’ stressed, here, sweetheart,” he laughs eerily, but his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. He must be fucking terrified. “Just… give me ‘till this all dies down, okay? I’m pleadin’ for exceptional circumstances, here.”

Maybe he means it. You think he does. It’s better for your ego if he does, because it means he misses you. And the thought of him missing you fills you with such a deliriousness that it’s not healthy, and you can feel your odds of doing something stupid rising.

You sigh. You can almost hear Steve blinking beside you, eyes wide like a cartoon owl.

“Fine. Get this shit figured out and I’ll hear you out.”

It takes a moment for your words to register with him, almost like he doesn’t believe you said them. Then he nods. Then he grabs your face between his hands and presses an almost violently hard kiss to your forehead.

“On it.”

Then, he’s gone.

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