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petew21-blog · 5 days

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Romania dreaming

It has been a few months since I met George on the site for long distance dating for gays. He was from Romania, kind of cute twinkish guy. Never had much luck. I honestly can't say why I went on that website, maybe I was just bored, but it turned out as the best decision of my life.

It was strange cause from the start, we knew we had chemistry between each other, but the distance made it complicated. We often sex-chatted on the website. About what we would do to each other and so.

One day I told him I wanted to jerk off furiously, because of what he wrote, but my rommate was unfortuantely in the room. Then just a strange idea popped into my head. "What if you'd swap into his body? Then you could be with me." George told me about his Romania ancestor magic skills he had, but he did just some small parlor tricks from time to time. The bigger spells were harder. He needed a friend for that. A friend that I could be. And that I could benefit from too

George loved the idea, but was scared at first. "What if the other one in my body ruins my life while he is me? I can't let that happen."

"Ok, you know what. Find anyone hot from your life that you would like me to swap into and I will come to see you. Then you'll swap me back and I'll see what the other person did. Maybe the spell makes them think they're us. That would be neat" I suggested

George was more confident now and even sent me some photos of his straight colleagues from work, so that we could see if they behaved differently after swapping back. I immediately set my eyes on Daniel. His hot, absolutely 100 % straight, colleague who worked out. Insanely hot.

We both agreed. I got ready in my bed. I told George to start the spell at 21:21. I looked at the clock and still had some minutes left. I tried to fall asleep. Maybe Daniel would be asleep in my body and it would be easier. Then it hit me. Strange nauseating feeling and the light

I was standing in the locker rooms. Cold win from the AC on my bare torso. Bare torso? Holy shit. I am shirtless in the locker rooms of some gym. That's something I never expected to happen to me. I looked down. First thing that caught my eye were the shorts. Then I looked at my beautiful muscular torso. My new arms. Then I caught my new reflection. In the mirror was the guy that I saw in the photo. Daniel. "Daniel" I said aloud. His voice sounded so strong and commanding. If he told me with this voice to get down on my knees and suck him, I would. Speaking of sucking I looked in my shorts. Nice flacid shaved cock. "Gotta find out how big you are when you're hard big guy". His phone vibrated. Fuck, I almost forgot I was suppose to send Daniel proof of swapping bodies

I sent the photo to George's instagram. Then I wrote:"This is what you'll be looking up at tonight while you suck me off"

"Peter? I can't believe it. You're really him. You have to come over!"

I wanted to get his stuff and leave immediately, but the some of his friends got to the locker and ridiculed me for being a pussy and leaving without lifting. I don't know if it was Daniel's personality or something else in me, but I felt like I had to prove them wrong. And then I said things I didn't even know. Shit about cars, girls, FUCKING GIRLS. I even lifted without knowing how. This body was on autopilote.

I left early without saying anything. Bunch of messages from George waiting for me and being stressed out what happened. I explained and asked for his adress of his dorms.

The twink I used to talk to late at night was waiting for me in black compression shorts and black shirt.

"Heey...." was all I let him say out loud. I agressively pressed him against the wall and kissed him. Tongues twisting around each other, my teeth biting his lips, hands feeling up and down his body. Slowly we were working our way to his bed. I set him down and took of my shirt. He was visibly shocked, that his work colleague was now in front of him stripping down. I whip out my hard dick and pushed it into his face. He obliged immediately and worked his way with his tongue around the bright purple head of my new dick. He was working it like a pro, trying to swallow it whole, not gagging. But that didn't matter, I had to fuck his ass. Now.

I turned him around, not even stripping him, only pulling a bit of his shorts from his ass. I spit into my hand, got it on my dick and pushed myself in. He screamed out. But I didn't care, I just pused inside and kept thrusting. He was so tight. His ass was so tight around my shaft. I shot my cum inside of him. Pulling out and immediately searching for clothes to leave.

"You're leaving?!"

I snapped out. "Fuck, jesus George I am so sorry. I don't know what happened. I think Daniel's personality still had effect on me. I didn't mean to be so rough on you. Please forgive me."

"It's ok. It did hurt at first, but it was worth it. I still can't believe you're him now. And I lost my virginity with Daniel who I crushed over for years! That's so amazing!"

"Wait, this was your first time? But, you told me all the stories. Was none of it true? Jesus, George, maybe if I knew I would have fought Daniel's personality harder."

"I didn't expect we would me irl. I honestly didn't expect the spell would wrok, but here we are. Daniel is here. In my room. Wait, I have a great idea!" he started casting a spell

"Wait!" I wasn't fast enough to stop him.

But now I was looking at Daniel. From his point of view. Already feeling more submissive than in Daniel's body. The personality of the original body truly does have an effect on the one swapped inside.

George was now posing in front of the mirror. His eyes focused on his biceps and all the tense muscles.

I was now in George's twink body. I could feel his ass hurting from the sex with Daniel's body. I could feel the cum in his ass. I felt the attraction towards Daniel's body. But I didn't feel right like I did in Daniel's. I wanted to swap back.

George now got to his new dick, which was already throbbing hard again. How that's possible, I have no idea. But as soon as he started jerking his new cock he looked at me and I felt his predator eyes on me. Fuck, this is gonna hurt

The next morning I woke up sleeping next to George still in Daniel's body. We didn't sleep much tonight, but don't get me wrong, while the sex felt great I still couldn't shake the feeling that I was in the wrong body. As soon as George woke up I told him about my dysphoria with his body. He got mad. I could tell that Daniel's personality took over. And then few seconds later I found myself in my original body again already in my university lecture.

For several weeks George didn't answer my messages. I could only see as his Tumblr profile had more and more photos of Daniel's body in the gym etc.

Not only was I worried, but I had to admit to myself that I was extremely jealous. I was in that body first. I need it more than he did

I kept spamming him with messages and then one day he answered. The message said:"I need to fuck this guy in gym. I'll swap u with him tonight. Be ready". Man, I think it's better to have one body close to Daniel's rather than be far from him

He did as he said in the message. I woke up again in the bright gym. Now lifting. I proceeded to not cause suspicion.

This guy I was now in was really handsome. More muscular even than Daniel I dare to say. I could feel that his personality was not as strong as Daniel's. He seemed more kind in my eyes, but who knows who he is. I may not know before George tells me. I saw him on the other side of the room eyeing me. Stalking me even. I left the body on autopilote and finished the workout. His body was probably used to take photos after so I let him

Maybe I could stay in his body. He is really hot. And more handsome too. But I don't know. He is the type I would love to have as a boyfriend, not to be him.

I followed George to the showers. We were eventually the last people in the gym. I got into the lockers. Patiently waiting for him to speak.

"You're Mihai now. He's the owner of the gym. So we got the place for ourselves. Let's hit the showers"

I followe him. Mihai, what a nice name for this guy. I don't feel that Mihai is someone who would just follow others and do what they tell him to. Maybe I figured out how to overpower the personality of the person.

We got naked and stared at each other.

"Nah, this is wrong." and yet again he proceeded to perform his ritual

I was now Daniel again and was looking at Mihai. Now the reality of how he acted hit him. And as I suspected before, Miahi was irl a very nice guy. "I am so so so sorry Peter. I didn't know that Daniel had such a strong personality. I tohught I could fight it, but most of the time I just found myself being the passenger, but still enjoying his life. It's so weird. But I feel better now as Mihai. Maybe you should stay in Daniel's body for now. I'll learn to control the personality of others, just as you did and then we can safely try to swap with other people. What do you think?"

"I think" I said as I turned on the water in the showers "that you need a post workout shower. And that George and Mihai need to get to know themselves better" I smiled at him kneeling down to the nice hairy cock already waiting for my mouth

Few months later

Are you asking if we stayed in their bodies? Well yeah, kind off. We made their bodies our main ones. We got them to live together, start a relationship and now even if we swapped into other bodies Daniel and Mihai bodies continue what we established. Romantic right?

Me and George often take trips to some new locations travelling around the world, enjoying life of other people. Most of the time we try to find some straight friends travelling to foreign locations, trying to score some pussy there and slightly changing their vacation plans. Heh, there was this one time where we didn't even exit our hotel room. For a week. Crazy right? That was wild. But maybe I'll tell that story another time and tell you how our life in Mihai and George is proceeding

But now we are in the bodies of these two gym bro friends, waiting for the gay bar to open. See you

A story from messages we came up with while body swap roleplaying with @hunkpossesion

I changed the plot a bit, but still the hot bodies remained.

#body swap #body switch #male body swap #gay to straight

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t1oui · 3 months

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hcs that the marauders & the valkyries & the slytherin skittles are all best friends and also gay as hell.

james is the first of the marauders to come out, he's pansexual

his first crush is on lily, who he loudly proclaims his love to. she immediately turns him down on the grounds of 1) being lesbian and 2) being 11 and they become best friends instead

meanwhile in the skittles they sort of all come out at the same time. like they all become friends and then are like hey wait we're all gay

dorcas is lesbian, regulus is gay, pandora is pansexual, barty and evan are both bi & evan is ace

meanwhile, marlene is lesbian, mary and remus are bi, peter is aroace, and sirius cannot be bothered to label himself past "moony is pretty and girls occasionally are too"

eventually the groups begin to mingle both through quidditch and various crushes

aka marlene sees dorcas looking bored out of her mind while watching a gryffindor v slytherin quidditch match and falls in love

(she then gets hit in the face with a bludger and is in the hospital wing for a week)

eventually lily also starts crushing on pandora and james starts crushing on regulus

lily and pandora get together first because they, unlike their friends, are normal about having feelings

eventually mary also starts dating them because hell yeah polyamory

they go on cute dates in hogsmeade and spy on their friends :)

james and regulus get together next, everyone knows james loves very loudly and with all that sunshine focused on him, there was no way reg could last

james, lily, and mary are fed up with marlene pining after dorcas and they get regulus and pandora to help them set the girls up

(as it turns out, dorcas is confident until she's faced with a pretty girl with no boundaries)

of course there's also wolfstar and rosekiller

rosekiller has probably been together this whole time (nobody knows when they started dating, including them) but remus and sirius are painfully oblivious so they don't get together until 7th year and then they seem to be kissing 24/7

("ew," james said, looking up from where he was cuddling regulus in the middle of the great hall)

oh yeah and there's no voldemort in this universe. the only angst comes from the occasional black family nonsense

i just realized i haven't mentioned alice and frank yet so here they are:

they're a few years older than the marauders/valkyries/skittles

james totally had a crush on frank and lily had a crush on alice (another thing they bonded over)

regulus and alice are best friends because alice and narcissa are dating

bellatrix is still kind of insane but in a fun way (idk how to write her as a sane person 💀)

andromeda is the big sister of the skittles, and once the skittles start hanging out with the gryffindors, she becomes their big sister too

walburga and orion still suck. there is just far less angst regarding them.

sirius still runs away first because he and regulus don't get along super well yet. not so much because of houses or family, though those are contributors, but also because they're just very different people. regulus ends up moving in with narcissa and alice and is living his best life

they all go off into the world as best friends and do not die young or in pain or scared and instead live fun lives with each other in a peaceful world, as they were supposed to :)

i will probably write this, at the very least some oneshots for it because AAAA

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harlowsbby · 1 year

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U Remind Me

Jack always knew Deja Vu was a real thing and that it happened on a day to day basis but he never thought he’d experience it first hand, especially not so close to home.

Jack loved you dearly but there was one thing that was stopping him from fully committing a relationship with you and that’s because you reminded him so much of his ex girlfriend.

Jack’s ex always came off so innocent and sweet but he was fooled by it all, she used Jack and abused him mentally. The way you smiled was the exact same way she smiled. He loved you he did and there wasn’t any denying that but he hated the way he was reminded of her whenever he looked at you.

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“Are you planning on asking Y/N out anytime soon or what? If not I’m willing to take her off your hands.” Urban joked and put the blunt to his lips. Jack rolled his eyes at Urban from his spot in the studio.

“You already know she’s off limits.” Ace raised his eyebrows. “How do we know that though? I mean you haven’t made shit official with her yet and I don’t think she’s going to be waiting for you much longer man.”

Jack knew for a fact that you wouldn’t and weren’t the type to sit around and wait for a man but he just wasn’t ready to make things official just yet. “You don’t think I get that Ace? But you already know the shit I went through with Ava.”

“But Y/N isn’t Ava.” “I know she isn’t but it’s like she has the same traits as Ava, when I first met Ava she was so sweet and innocent just like how Y/N is but then when I found out.” Jack gulped and took a minute. “You don’t have to talk about it Jack we already know what happened.” Ace didn’t want Jack to discuss or relive anything from the past.

“All we’re saying is Y/N isn’t going to wait around forever I can see how badly she wants a relationship with you so work past this shit with Ava or something, go see a therapist or some shit.” Urban said, Jack rubbed his forehead and sighed he knew he had to do something quick or else you’d be gone from his life forever but he just felt as if everything was against him.

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“I mean is this too much to ask for.” Pouting as you watched Peter Kavinsky stick his hand in Lara Jeans back pocket. Neelam came into the room and leaned over the couch seeing you with a pint of ice cream in your hand.

“You want Jack to stick his hand in your ass pocket? Seems a bit weird don’t you think.” She quickly grabbed the pint of ice cream and sat down next to you and helped herself, “I mean just being showed off sounds nice since the guy I like clearly acts like he can’t do that.” Neelam knew everything that was going on and she understood where you were coming from as well as Jack.

Neelam knew you were nothing like Ava at least personality wise, but she did have to admit you had that luring aura that Ava had and you had that sweet and innocent look down.

He knew it was unfair to relate her ignorance to you but he couldn’t help it, he was ready to get back out into the dating world or that’s what he convinced himself.

“Y/N can I talk to you? For a minute or two.” Neelam was hesitant at what she was about to say but she knew it needed to be done. “Of course what’s up Neelam.” Pushing pause on the movie you placed the bowl of popcorn down and faced Neelam.

You gave her a innocent smile and titled your head a bit to the side, something Ava did all the time. “Do you wanna know the reason as to why Jack is so scared of committing with you?”

Your eyes practically bugged out of your head. “I mean yeah I wanna know maybe if you tell me I’ll finally be able to understand where his headset is at.” Neelam nervously bit her lip she just prayed she wasn’t going to regret doing this.

“Well Jack loved Ava he dropped anything and everything to make her happy and to make her feel at ease as well as welcomed.” Neelam shakily breathed in. “That was until he found out what her true intentions were.”

little flashback

“Man I’m so tired I can’t wait to fall asleep and cuddle up with my women.” Jack laughed on the phone with Urban. “I swear all you talk about is Ava this, Ava that I’m so tired of hearing about damn Ava.” Urban joked around.

“You’re just upset you don’t have anybody but that packet of ramen waiting on you back home.” Jack had just finished his last show in California usually he’d go out and party but he really just wanted to be with Ava.

Ace and Neelam decided to follow him back to the hotel room as well to get a few things they left behind in his room from earlier. “Is Ava asleep?” Neelam asked Jack. “I think so, I messaged her earlier but never got anything back.” He said.

Taking out the keycard for the room he noticed the door was already opened up a crack, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “The doors unlocked.” Ace and Neelam looked at one another then back at Jack. He quickly opened the door and ran over to the master bedroom to make sure Ava was okay.

“Ava, baby are you okay the front door was ope-.” Ava was more than okay she was laid out across the bed while was random man was under the covers with her doing God knows what. “Jack?!” She hurriedly pushed the man off of the bed and wrapped herself up in the sheets.

That’s when Jack noticed the man on the floor wasn’t just some ordinary man it was Omar Apollo, Jack’s opener for tour and someone he considered a close friend.

“What.. what’s going on.” Jack’s voice cracked and his eyes started to blur with tears. Ava sighed and tucked a few pieces of hair behind her ears.

“Look Jack I just I don’t think things between the two of us are going to work out.” She blunt stated with no emotion in her tone whatsoever. Neelam scoffed. “Wow.” Neelam mumbled.

“But I mean why not I thought everything was good between us I mean.. I mean I gave you everything.” Ava shrugged her shoulders. “I mean but you didn’t give me everything and Omar will so I just think it’s best I get going but thank you for everything.”

Jack watched the once love of his life gather up her things and kiss the man that she cheated on him with the same way she kissed Jack. Ava have Jack a little kiss on the cheek before being on her way.

little flashback over

“So he thinks I’m just like her basically?” You scoffed, “I’d never in a million years would I hurt Jack that isn’t how I am.”

“I know that Y/N but it’s just hard to separate Ava from you I guess, turns out Omar wasn’t the only person she was sleeping with she was sleeping around with everyone famous that Jack introduced her to just to see who could give her more.” You felt bad for Jack but at the same time you felt offended and hurt that he’d compare you to Ava.

“Just don’t be upset with him alright, he’d kill me if he found out I told you all of this.” “I won’t tell him Neelam.”

“Are you still coming to the party later? For Ace.” Ace was having a party for the release of his own solo album. “I’ll be there Neelam.” She gave you a little side hug before letting you be.

You sat alone in your thoughts and sighed you really had no idea how you’d convince Jack that you weren’t like Ava but you felt as if you didn’t exactly need to because your heart was always pure and genuine.

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Later that night you decided to head over to Ace’s party alone, Jack had offered to pick you up but you politely declined mainly because you needed some time to clear your head before being in a room with Jack.

Pulling up to the event there wasn’t a lot of cars but there was just enough. Getting out of your car you made your way over towards the entrance, once inside you looked around the room trying to spot or notice Jack.

“Are you looking for something?” A high pitched voice came from behind you. Turning around you were faced to face with a women who was much rather shorter than you. “Oh I’m just looking for my boyfriend is all.” You gave her a smile.

“Jack right? He’s right over there.” She pointed at the direction Jack was at. “Thank you.” She smiled and nodded her head before walking away. All the millions of bodies made it difficult to even walk over to Jack but you were thankful when you finally did.

“Baby! I missed you I wished you would’ve let me pick you up.” Jack pouted and brought you into him. “It’s okay I just needed to clear my mind.” You told him and looked up noticing Neelam sitting across from the two of you. She moved her eyes side to side to try and make you look somewhere, but you weren’t understanding her.

“Look that way.” She mouthed, you looked out into the crowd and saw just a bunch of random people, she sighed and sent you a quick text.

Neelam

- Ava is here.

Your eyes widened. “You okay babe?” Jack looked down at you with a concern look on his face you quickly tossed your phone back into your pocket. “I’m okay yeah let’s just… can I get a drink please.” “What kind?” “A margarita is good.” He smiled and went to go get you a drink. Neelam took this as a opportunity to sit next to you.

“She’s here.” Neelam sat down next to you. “How do you know?” “She was the women that was talking to you.” “Which explains how she knew I was with Jack.”

“Do you think she has some type of motive for being here tonight?” Neelam shrugged her shoulders. “I have no idea but keep a close eye on Jack, where did he even go?” Neelam asked.

“He went to get me a drink.” She checked her watch. “It’s been about 20 minutes he never takes this long.” You had an uneasy feeling in your stomach now. “You think he’s with Ava.” “That might be a possibility.”

You got up and made your way over towards the bar and there was no Jack in sight. “Are you okay Miss?” The bartender asked. “Oh I’m just looking for my boyfriend he’s tall, curly hair he kinda raps.” The bartender laughs. “You mean Jack he stepped outside for a second.” You thanked the bartender and made your way outside where you heard someone whispering.

“Do you think you can replace me now Jack?” Ava scoffed. You peaked around the corner seeing Ava and Jack, she had a cigarette in her hand while Jack leaned against the brick wall. “Let’s not act like a victim Ava you fucked me up mentally.” Jack told her. “But that bitch in there she isn’t me she’ll never be me, I’m the one you need to be with.” She defended herself and tossed her cigarette on the floor.

“Look Ava if we’re done here I’m going back inside.” Ava rolled her eyes and looked up and that’s when she noticed you peaking around the corner, a smirk appeared on her lips, just as Jack was about to turn to walk away she pulled him back into him. “Look let’s talk about it I know you can’t fully trust her because of me but maybe you and her just aren’t meant to be if that’s the case, clearly you’re still stuck on me.” She told Jack.

“Yeah in a way you’re right.” Jack said, “I miss you Ava I really fucking do but you were no good for me.” She pouted and ran her fingers across his chest. “Just give us another chance let me prove to you that I’ve changed.” Jack sighed. “I don’t know Ava.”

“Maybe this will change your mind.” She grabbed the back of Jack’s neck and smashed her lips against his lips. The minute he didn’t pull away let you know what you needed to know about him and about everything. You whimpered watching Jack kiss her with so much passion.

He never did love you is what you told yourself as you walked yourself home, he was still so wrapped up in Ava you should’ve known it was never going to be you.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n

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miela · 9 months

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Shattered Memories • Chapter IV: What Friends Are For • {Peter Parker x Stark!Reader}

Chapter Genre: Idk tbh, some regular degular conversations between friends. Chapter Warnings: None (???) Masterlist

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A girlish scream came from the doorway of the restaurant and you winced knowing exactly who it was. You looked over to see Celina running towards you and hugging you tightly almost knocking the wind out of you and out of your seat at the bar.

“Oh my god, (Y/N),” Celi exclaimed. “It’s so good to see you!”

Celina was wearing a black fitted cropped cardigan that had a sweetheart neckline and a dark purple, floral-lace, high-waisted mini skirt with a black belt. Her long, brown hair was pulled up into a bun on top of her head and her bangs fell on her forehead and around the frame of her face. A tattoo choker and a velvet choker with a silver moon charm on it wrapped around her neck and she had silver moons hanging from her ears and various silver rings on her fingers. Her nails were black and her makeup was simple but bold with thick eyeliner and dark purple lips. She seemed a little taller but it was because of the ankle demonia boots she was wearing.

She reminded you of a character that would be in a film that was a cross between Sabrina Spellman from The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina and a character from The Craft which just happens to be two of her favorite things to watch.

“Hey, Celi,” you smiled and hugged back. “It’s good to see you too.”

“Damn, Celina,” you heard a familiar voice chuckle, coming from behind her. “Don’t choke her to death.”

Ned was wearing a simple outfit that contrasted with Celina’s very detailed look. He wore a black tee shirt with a pair of denim jeans, a blue letterman jacket with white sleeves with MIT in red letters on it, and red classic vans. He wore a red beanie and a pair of black glasses.

Celi pulled back and looked at him. “Darling, you and I both know that I don’t even have half of the capacity to choke her out,” she giggled.

Celina and Ned have been dating for 4 and a half years. Almost immediately after the day at the Statue of Liberty, she went to train with the sorcerers at the Sanctum Sanctorum. Six months later she was able to speak for the time in her life. You remember the first thing she did was confess her love to Ned just to find out that he felt the same way she did. They’ve been together ever since.

And she was a chatterbox but all of you loved that about her.

“Ned!” You exclaimed and got up and hugged him.

“Hey (Y/N)!” He matched your energy and tone and hugged you back. “It’s been, like, way too long since any of us have seen you.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” You apologized genuinely as you pulled away.

You turn slightly to see another figure you haven’t seen in a while. She was wearing a plain white tee that was tucked into black, distressed mom jeans that were rolled up at the hem, an oversized denim jacket that was rolled up at the sleeves, and white Converse. Her hair was chin-length and curly and she had minimal makeup on. It contrasted your black leather jacket, black AC/DC Band tee, black distressed fitted jeans, and your black Doc Martens.

She gave you a blank expression.

You looked back at her with the same expression. “Michelle.”

“(Y/N).” She responded and squinted at you.

You do the same as Ned and Celina looked at each of you silently. You two eyed each other for a good ten seconds before you cracked under the false tension and giggled. She snorted and did the same thing.

“Come here, you loser.” She smiled and held her arms open.

You quickly hugged your best friend as she hugged you back for a moment and rocked side to side. Ned and Celina let out a relieved sigh and laugh.

“Nice to know you’re not a hologram,” she joked.

“I missed you too, MJ,” you chuckle as you pull back.

You all sat down at a table and began catching up immediately. You found out that MJ had gotten into theater as a side gig and wanted to audition for something bi, Celina started a YouTube channel and began taking singing lessons and Ned was working on his Master’s Program at MIT. You told them about life as a CEO and how the first year is driving you crazy already and how Morgan is a pain in the ass but you love her nonetheless. You guys laughed and gossiped about the little things and talked about your future plans as you guys ate. You guys sat there for a while.

“So, I have some news,” Celina smiled.

We all looked at her wondrously and she showed her hand with a beautiful diamond ring on it and a smug smile on her face. You and MJ had shocked expressions on your faces as you looked from each other to her to Ned who smiled at the two of you.

“We’re engaged,” he chimed.

You squealed and got up hugged them both and sang congratulations to them repeatedly. MJ also got up and hugged them. Once you guys settled back into your seats, Celina continued to tell you how they got engaged. It was something they started talking about and then one day at a dinner at his family’s house, he got on one knee and asked. She cried even though she knew it was going to happen at some point, but this doesn’t surprise you because Celina was always a softie at heart.

“Enough about us,” Celina giggled. “What about you two? Any love interests.”

“Nah,” MJ said. “Been too busy with auditions and stuff. But I also don’t want anything right now.”

“Valid,” Celina responded and shifted her eyes to you. “And you?”

You instantly thought about Peter and debated on telling them about him or not. You opened your mouth and then closed it pressing your lips together before sighing and looking up and over at particularly nothing and you thought of what to say to them.

“Aht-Aht, Nuh-Uh,” MJ started. “You’re doing your I’m-About-To-Tell-A-Lie face.”

You looked at her with a defensive smile, “I am not!”

“You are,” Ned replied with a smirk. “Like you’re about to tell us a big lie.��

“I am not!”

“You can’t fool us,” Celina said crossing her arms over her chest and looking at you suspiciously. “We know you too well.”

You looked to each of your friends staring you down to hear your response before you sighed in defeat.

“Okay! Okay,” you started throwing your hands up in a defensive surrender. “There is someone but…”

How could you tell to them when even you don’t have all of the answers to whatever was going on between you and Peter and your unknown past? Plus, since Ned and MJ know him from the coffee shop you didn't want Michelle to grill him like she probably would.

“But?” Celina sang in encouragement for you to continue.

“It’s….complicated.” You stated.

MJ's brows furrowed. "Complicated how?"

"Well," You hesitate to let out a deep breath. "I like him but there's a disconnection. It's like I know him but I don't know him at the same time. And I want to know him but… I dunno, it's like he's afraid of me knowing something."

"Wow," MJ nodded slowly. "That is complicated. And confusing."

"Yeah," you responded. "Remember when I felt like I had that empty space? When I'm with him I feel …complete."

"Awww," Celina cooed with a soft baby animal look in her eye. "That's so cute!"

“Yeah, maybe in some romance book or movie,” you deadpanned. “But I just…I dunno.”

There was a silence that fell over you guys for a long moment before someone spoke again.

“Hey,” Ned smiled softly. “If you’re serious about this guy, I would just communicate with him a little better on how you feel.”

“Yeah and if he turns out to be a dudebro, I can vaporize him,” Celina added.

“Dear fucking god, no,” you replied blinking your eyes in disbelief. “No vaporizing.”

“I was joking,” Celina sang. “I don’t even know how to vaporize people…yet.”

You all giggled softly.

“In all honesty, you can always turn to us when you need help,” MJ smiled at you.

“Thanks, you guys,” you smiled.

“Of course,” MJ replied. “What are friends for?”

Later on, you guys went in separate ways with Celina and Ned leaving together hand-in-hand, and MJ and you walked in the opposite direction. You two were in no rush to part so you walked at a slow pace.

“So,” she started. “Tell me what’s really going on with you and mystery man.”

You look at her. Damn it. “I can’t keep anything from you can I?”

“Of course not,” She said in a tone that said ‘obviously’, “I’m the Michelle John Watson to your Sherstark Holmes. We’re partners, I know you more than you know yourself sometimes.”

You laughed at her statement. “Very true, very true.”

She smiled. “So tell me. What’s going on, girl.”

You let out a sigh and stopped walking, she took a few steps before she noticed that you stopped and followed suit and turned to look at you with a worried look on her face.

“You remember those dreams I told you about?”

“Yeah, faceless boy right?”

You nodded. “It’s him.”

Her eyes widened for a moment and then they squinted in thought, “So they really are memories…”

“Yeah,” you press your lips together. “And I think he knows it.”

“...Is it that guy you asked us about? Peter Parker.”

You looked at her silently. Fuck. Sometimes you forget how perceptive and observant MJ is. And her memory was always on point, especially when it came to attention to detail.

“He knows us doesn’t he?” She added.

You stayed silent.

“And we know him.”

You hesitate a second before nodding.

“But we don’t remember him.”

You nodded again.

“Do you think it’s like some…premonition or something? Maybe Celina can help.”

You shake your head. “Not until I have enough information on it.”

She held her chin in between her fingers and she looked up in thought. “I could get it out of him for you.”

“No, Michelle,” you said sternly. “Please I am begging you don’t interrogate him. I did that already and if you do it he’ll nearly piss himself and probably leave the country. I’m not chasing him around the world.”

“Nah, you would,” She responded. “If it meant you being able to solve your migraine problem, you would.”

You would. You sighed.

“Fine, I won’t grill him. I’ll leave it in your hands.” She raised her hands in surrender. “But you know where to find me if shit gets real.”

You smiled. “I know.”

“Parker, are you still hungover or something?”

Peter looked over at his blonde and blue-eyed friend, Gwen Stacy, who was tapping his shoulder and looking at him with her eyebrow lifted.

Peter was sitting at a table in the food court area with his friends at Empire State University. It was a thing they did in between and after class. Across from him sat Gwen Stacy and next to him sat Harry Osborn. Next to Gwen was her boyfriend, Miles Morales, and next to Miles was Pavitr Prabhakar. Next to Harry sat Cindy Moon.

These were the people Peter surrounded himself with. They were brilliant-minded people who came from different walks of life and Peter had learned so much from them honestly.

Gwen is the daughter of a police captain named George Stacy (who really did not like Spiderman) and she was studying Biochemistry. She had short blonde hair that had pink, purple, and blue dip-dyed tips, bright blue eyes, and light freckles that danced across her cheeks. She had a rocker style and played the drums. Peter knew that you two would get along well because of how similar you guys were. He often imagined what it would be like if you, MJ, and Gwen were best friends with each other. It would be the sarcasm olympics.

He let out a sigh. “No, I’m fine now. Just exhausted.”

And he was. Exhausted anyways. He partied hard Saturday night at Harry’s frat house. He probably went a little too hard. Both Harry and Gwen were concerned with how much he drank and how many edibles he ate that night. He didn’t exactly mean to get so wasted, but he couldn’t get his nerves to calm down.

He couldn’t stop his senses from craving you.

“Then why do you look so sad?” Harry asked from beside him.

Harry Osborn, is the son of Norman Osborn who is the founder, owner, and CEO of Oscorp, a robotics and chemical manufacturing company. He was going to school for business administration. Although Harry was a rich kid he was humble and didn’t really flaunt his financial privilege. His style looked expensive though and probably was. He had dark blonde hair and blue eyes and was a really handsome guy. He was a really nice guy but Peter kept a close eye on his father since in another universe his dad was the green goblin. Harry was also a friend of yours from middle school, so when Peter became friends with him he knew a bit about him already.

“I’m not sad,” Peter defended with not much conviction in his tone.

“Well, he did say you looked sad,” Miles added. “You don’t have to be sad to look sad. But I know you’re lying because your dumbass got what they call ‘white girl wasted’ the other night.”

Miles Morales is the son of Jefferson Davis, another police captain (who also isn’t fond of Spiderman) and former crime-fighting partner to George Stacy. He is married to Rio Morales, who has patched up Spiderman on numerous occasions when things were serious enough that he had to be rushed to the hospital immediately. If she knew his real identity, she never said anything, which he appreciated. Together they had Miles, who is just as much of a genius as you are. He went to MIT for Engineering but graduated with his degree within two years and is now going to ESU for an art degree. He was brilliant at Graffiti art and often did mural commissions for different buildings as a side gig. He had black hair with a fade undercut that had a thunderbolt-like design on the sides and back of his head and big brown eyes. Peter met him through Gwen.

“I did not get ‘white girl wasted’.” Peter defended again. “I got wasted but definitely not ‘white-girl wasted’.”

“Dude, seriously?” Pavitr added. “You were crying so hard at one point that you threw up all over the yard. I don’t think the grass needed your emotions all over them.”

Pavitr Prabhakar is from India and he came to New York when he was fourteen on a scholarship to Horizon High, a school for brilliant and genius minds. He had big brown eyes and the most luscious hair Peter had ever seen. He was almost jealous of it. Nobody believed him when he said that he only uses coconut oil in his hair. Pav also went to MIT and graduated early and was now going to ESU for an art degree. He is notably really good at doing yo-yo tricks and poi flow arts and often will show off his tricks at parties. He was also really good at doing stunts and he and Peter would often go to the gym and practice parkour moves there.

“So, I had a little too much to drink,” Peter admitted. “And too much of everything else but I promise you I’m fine.”

Gwen hummed not believing a word he said.

“Then, tell us,” Cindy started. “Who’s the girl you were all upset about?”

Peter looked at her shocked.

“You said her name at the party,” she added. “And she’s definitely not one of us.”

Cindy Moon is someone Peter knew from Midtown Tech. She was briefly friends with Celina when they were in the same Hallyu club together. Cindy had long black hair with wispy bangs and almond-shaped brown eyes. She was Gwen’s best friend. Peter didn’t know much about her family, mostly because she never liked to talk about it, but they bonded over their time at Midtown Tech and how they should have become friends sooner. Not that it would have mattered. She was going to school for a communications major.

Peter looked at each of his friends one by one and they looked back at him suspiciously and expectantly. He then sighed and his shoulders dropped. He couldn’t believe he was actually going to even try to explain to them anything about this situation. It was already crazy enough for him to understand but then to try and explain it in the simplest way possible without sounding like he’s gone absolutely sideways, but he’d try. He was clever and smart so he could figure out a way.

“Alright, fine I’ll tell you,” Peter started. “But don’t make it weird.”

Each of them threw out ‘okays’ and ‘promise’ before they all turned their undivided attention to Peter.

“So…there’s this girl.”

“I knew it!” Gwen exclaimed. “Pay up, Osborn.”

Peter looked from one blonde to another with his face twisted in an expression of confusion and disbelief. Harry cursed under his breath and sighed as pulled out his wallet. Seriously?

“You guys bet on this?” Peter asked his tone one of disbelief.

“Yep,” Gwen smirked. “In levels. Depending on how this goes I might walk out of here with 20 bucks or one hundred.”

Peter blinked but smirked softly at the two of them curiosity filling his mind. “Okay, you weirdos, can I continue without your outbursts?”

“Sorry,” Gwen said, genuinely apologetic. “Go on.”

“Alright, so there’s this girl, and…she forgot who I am.” He explained sheepishly.

“Oh?” Pav asked lifting an eyebrow.

“How?” Harry asked with furrowed brows. “Like…literally forgot who you are? Or like ‘left you in the dust for some other person’ kind of forgot?”

“Literally,” Peter nodded. “Kind of like Amnesia.”

“Jinjja?” Cindy exclaimed in her mother tongue of Korean. (translation: “Really?”)

“We were…dating and then she forgot about me and….now she’s back in my life because she knows that she knows me but she doesn’t remember me. And it’s been causing her to have these really bad migraines and honestly…I don’t know how to help her yet because whenever I’m close to her, her migraines get worse. She has a doctor that she works with but I dunno if she’s been actually going to them. And I can’t tell her ‘Hey, I’m your boyfriend from five years ago’ or some shit like that. That sounds so…so creepy and… manipulative.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Gwen replied. “Unless she was like super rich or something.”

Peter looked at Gwen and pressed his lips together with a look that told her that her statement was in fact true. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.

“So she’s a trust fund baby like Harrison over here!”

“It’s Harold,” Harry corrected. “And don’t call me that either.”

Peter took a deep breath. “I just don’t want to make this any more difficult for her than it already is and I don’t want her thinking that I’m only after her fortune. I couldn’t care less about how much money she has.” He leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Are you talking about (Y/N)?” Harry asked.

Peter looked his way with a careful look. “Uhm…” He scratched the back of his head nervously. “Y-Yeah…it’s (Y/N).”

“Stark?!” Gwen exclaimed. “You were dating (Y/N) Stark.” It came out more like a statement rather than a question. “You almost had me there, Peter Parker.”

“You don’t believe me?” Peter asked raising an eyebrow.

“ I would believe you more if you told us that you’re Spiderman,” Miles added with a look of disbelief.

Peter nearly snorted. Man, if you knew.

“I believe you,” Cindy interjected and everyone looked at her confused. “We went to Midtown Tech with her. I didn’t know her personally, but we talked a few times. She’s really cool. It makes sense for them to be together. You seem like her type. She always talked about her study dates with a cute, nerdy guy with Michelle Jones-Watson.”

Peter smiled a little to himself and blushed lightly.

“Okay, so if this is true,” Gwen started again. “I understand your sentiment. But I still think you should tell her.”

Peter threw his head back and sighed. “But what if it makes things difficult? What if it makes her migraines worse? Or…what if she doesn’t feel the same way about me anymore…?”

He had a hard time admitting that part out loud. Even though you both felt the pull and you clearly still felt something for him…or the idea of him anyway, five years is a long time and you both have grown to be different people than when you were seventeen, naive and in love.

But Peter was still in love with you, and he was afraid that it was just because of the idea of you too.

“Well then don’t tell her,” Harry stated matter-of-factly. “Just slowly get to know each other again, and whatever comes up in her memory of you, just let it happen.” He gave him a lopsided grin and a friendly, nonchalant shrug. “Go with the flow, Parker.”

Peter thought about it for a moment. Go with the flow. As simple as it was, that was probably the best advice he could have gotten.

“Yeah,” Cindy agreed. “Think of it as a way to start over and get to know each other in a new light.”

“Wait,” Miles said with a look of realization. “Did you say five years ago?”

“...Yep,” Peter replied, his voice higher than expected due to him having the fear to even confirm it.

“What caused her to forget you?” Pav asked clicking a pen softly in his hand.

“...Concussion,” Peter said. “Head injury during a battle of Spiderman’s.”

“Oh, that battle on the bridge, right?” Gwen asked. “With the Iron Spider Duo, right?”

"Yeah," Peter nodded remembering how you both had almost gotten your asses handed to you during that battle. "That one."

“Damn…” Miles said softly. “That’s a long ass time, and that’s brutal. I hope she gets better soon. Concussions are no joke, man.”

Peter wished he could tell them the full extent of the story.

"Yeah, especially with her migraines, you know? When I'm around her they get worse. It's like she's trying to force me into her memory. And even though I am the missing piece, it's like trying to put two magnets together."

Everyone went silent and everyone had a thoughtful look on their faces as the cogs in their neurons began turning. Peter realized he said something that resonated with their brain cells. He looked at each of his friends repeatedly.

“What?” Peter asked confused.

“That's the problem,” Harry replied. “Putting two magnets together.”

“Yeah? What are you getting at?” Peter asked.

“You have to put yourself into new memories.” Harry continued. “You're already in the old memories right? You're the magnet, her memories are the metal that the magnet attaches to,” He explained. “Since the you five years ago are already attached to those memories. What you need to do is attach yourself to new memories that can possibly replace the old memories."

"So like remaking those memories?"

"Exactly!" Harry smiled. “And it wouldn’t be manipulative, if anything it might help her remember both memories and she can appreciate both of them respectively.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works, Harry,” Cindy responded with an unsure tone in her voice.

“I mean, it’s worth a shot, no?” Harry glanced at her and shrugged before looking back to Peter. “If that doesn’t work then at least you can say that you tried right? And who knows, you might find out that you guys turn out to be great friends still.”

“Y’know for a frat bro, you’re kinda cool, Harry,” Gwen teased.

“Shut up,” He laughed as he squinted his eyes at her.

Peter chuckled softly before sitting up straight in his chair, “Thanks, you guys,” he smiled at his friends endearingly. “I feel better.”

“Anytime!” Pav smiled.

“But we better get updates on everything,” Gwen said with a serious look on her face but a not-so-serious tone in her voice.

Peter chuckled, “Only if she’s okay with it.”

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yelenasdiary · 2 years

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Kate Bishop x Reader. In which reader is too dense when it comes to love and thinks Kate is just being friendly but Kate really loves reader and finally she has to show them what she means.

Do It Again, I Liked It

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Summary: Kate tries her hardest to give you little hints that she likes you

Fluff Ending | 1.6K | No Warnings |

AC: Please excuse the choice of movie I used for this, I recently saw it in the cinema, and it was really good! I highly recommend it!

Kate is one of your closest friends. She’s been there for you when you were in your darkest time of need, she was there for you when you need somebody to have a laugh with, a cry with or just need some distraction, Kate was there no matter what. She’s always made sure you were okay, even when she knew you weren’t. It didn’t matter what was going on or what she had on, if you needed her, she’d push everything aside just for you.

Hanging out with Kate always made your day, you never turned out the chance to hang out, even if you had work early the next morning.

“Hey, so I was wondering” Kate sat down next to you on the sofa.

“Yes?” you smiled.

“Do you wanna grab a movie tomorrow night?” she asked

“Sure!” you replied with excitement, “is Yelena and Peter joining us?” you asked.

“Uh, I was kinda hoping it would be just you and I?” Kate nervously smiled.

“That’s cool! Some girl time would be good”

“Yeah, it would” Kate nodded knowing her little hint at a date completely went over your head. “Does 7pm sound good with you?”

“Yeah, what did you want to see?” you asked fixing your hair.

“Where The Crawdad Sings looks good if you’re interested”

“Oh yes! I’ve been wanting to see that!”

“Well, that’s settled then” Kate smiled once more.

The next night came around the corner faster than Kate would prepare herself. She was nervous even if you had no idea of her intentions for the night. She wore a t-shirt that you always said was your favourite, black jeans her favourite pair of boots. She showed up at your apartment a little before 7 with a smile when you answered your door.

“Hey! You’re wearing my favourite t-shirt! You know, one day if that shirt goes missing don’t come asking me about it” you joked with a chuckle.

“Yeah, because it totally wasn’t you who stole it” Kate returned the chuckle.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” you played along opening your door for Kate to enter, “I’m almost ready I just need to throw my hair up and get my coat” you smiled before disappearing into your bathroom.

Kate sat nervously on your sofa with her hands on her knees, her cheeks going red when she thought about wanting to tell you how she really felt about you.

“Ready?” you entered the living room. Kate stood up and faced you, butterflies filled her stomach at the site of you, “you look really good” she smiled.

“You too bishop!” you replied with a smile, “shall we go?” you added with an eyebrow playfully raised.

“Yes! I’ve heard a lot of good reviews of this movie” Kate followed you out of the apartment.

Arriving at the cinema, you were about to pay for your ticket before Kate gave the cashier her bank card before you could. “It’s on me” she softly smiled.

“Well, drinks and popcorn are on me!” you returned the gesture.

“No, seriously, this is all on me” Kate replied.

“Don’t be silly, I’ve got drinks and popcorn covered” you insisted.

During the movie Kate had her hands rested on both armrest that were beside her, your left hand landed on top of hers when you went to rest yours. “Oops, sorry” you chuckled quietly.

“It’s okay, don’t be sorry” Kate whispered liking the feeling of your warm and soft skin on hers. “I liked it” she added.

“Are your hands cold? Need me to warm them for you?” you gave her a playful look.

“If you’re offering” she played along, more so she could feel the softness of your hands again. “Here, give them to me” you placed your hands out. Kate placed both her hands gently on top of yours. “They’re not even cold” you chuckled but still, you warmed them for her.

All throughout the movie Kate couldn’t help but catch glances of you as you paid attention to the movie in front of the two of you. She wanted so badly to kiss your full lips, brush locks of hair behind your ear, to kiss your cheek whenever she wanted, to compliment you and have you know her intentions and not see it as a friendly gesture. She knew when to stop looking and focus on the movie, every time you reached for popcorn you offered her some, but she wasn’t hungry, her stomach was full on nerves and butterflies.

“That was a lot better than I expect!” you boosted as the two of you walked out of the cinema. “Yeah, it was awesome” Kate threw her empty drink cup into the trash on the way out, “Are you hungry? Do you want to get some dinner?” she asked.

“Are you hungry? You barely touched the popcorn” you pointed out.

“Of course!” she chuckled, “I was just saving room for an actual meal” she adds.

“Since when have you wanted to save room?” you joked, “but sure, I could do with some hot food” you added.

The two of you found a restaurant that was open later than usual. The whole time Kate couldn’t stop staring into your eyes as you guys made small talk, there was a couple of times where Kate could’ve spoke up about her feelings but each time she got too nervous, she didn’t want to ruin the friendship but she also noticed how much her compliments and gestures went over your head and she started to think maybe you didn’t feel anything for her beside being friends.

After dinner, Kate took you back to your apartment and you could tell something was playing on her mind.

“Katie are you okay?” you asked her softly as you both entered your apartment.

“Yeah” she smiled softly at the nickname, “why do you ask?” she adds.

“You’ve been a little, I don’t know, down? Since dinner” you explained, taking your coat off and throwing it over the sofa.

“Oh” her eyes feel to her feet, “I’m okay” she assured you.

“Don’t lie to me. What’s wrong?” you turned to her, “did something happen while we were out?”

“No, everything was great, it was perfect…well besides the slightly misreading but everything is fine”

“Misreading?” you titled your head.

“Just wondering, but tonight, what did you think it was?” she asked you, chewing her bottom lip.

“Two friends hanging out? Katie, what’s wrong?” you frowned slightly.

You were met with silence as Kate avoided eye contact, “Katie, please, are you okay?” you asked once more.

“I’m just going to say it” her eyes travel up your body and stopped at yours, “I’ve been trying to tell you something for weeks now and I’m just not sure you’re understanding” she explains. With a confused look on your face, you tried to think back to your most recent conversations with Kate, but nothing seemed to stand out.

“I don’t follow” you painfully replied, feeling like the worst friend to exist.

“I know” Kate chuckled which confused you even more, “Y/n…I… everything…tonight” she struggled to explain.

“Kate, whatever it is, just say it. If I have upset you, I want to know so I can fix it”

“No, no, you haven’t done anything” she assures you, “Tonight, I, when I asked you if you wanted to watch movie, I was asking you out…on a date” she admits.

“Oh” left your lips quietly, suddenly everything started making sense, the buying of your ticket, the dinner after the movie, the hand touching, the compliments, the random gifts over the past few weeks.

“I really, really like you…I mean, I actually think I’m in love with you” Kate adds, “and I know you might not feel the same but not telling you was driving me crazy! I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, and I love hear your laugh at my stupid jokes and when you get excited over seeing other dogs in the street…. Y/n, I’ve been trying to tell you how I feel for weeks now…I really hope this doesn’t ruin the friendship” she explains.

“Oh Katie” you smiled stepping closer to her, “how could I be so blind…I guess, I just, I’ve never had anybody care about me like this before…I’m so sorry I didn’t see the signs” you added.

“Don’t be, I probably wasn’t clear”

“You were…now looking back” you smiled looking into her eyes, “I’m not sure how to do this, I’ve never really been in this situation before”

“I know, I’m sorry to spring it on you like this” Kate looks at you with a sorry look.

“How did you know? I mean, when did you notice your feelings for me?” you asked.

“I found myself looking at you more and more when you weren’t paying attention, I noticed you in a different sense…how truly beautiful you are, how your eyes sparkle when you smile and how red your cheeks get when you laugh…then I noticed I wanted nothing more than to just…hug you, kiss you, be around you” Kate explains with a s soft smile tugging at her lips.

“Will you…kiss me?” you stepped an inch closer wanting to see how it would feel to have her lips on yours.

“Are you sure?” she wondered, you nodded.

Kate gently brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear before cupping your face, taking one last look into your eyes before crashing her lips onto yours. The kiss was passionate, soft but strong with feelings. You pulled her closer by her hips and deepened the kiss, only parting to get air. You both smiled against each other’s lips, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that” Kate whispered.

“I think I felt it” you joked, “do it again, I liked it” you smirked.

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#kate bishop #kate bishop x reader #hawkeye #marvel #fanfiction

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thebestofoneshots · 11 months

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hey luvv!! can i please request a romantic matchup for marauders era :) ? you don't have to rush it, take your time in writing! 🪽💕🌸🤍

i'm a capricorn, infp, and an asexual sapphic. though i don't mind being matched up with a man because i'm sapphic and not lesbian :) maybe you can match me both with a girl and a boy hehehh

i'm 173 cm, i have brown long hair (with bangs) and brown eyes. i love doing skincare/just taking care of my body. i love the colour pink! i'm quite girly and feminine. my clothing style is basically this fashion brand called ozlana. i love wearing pearl jewelleries. i feel prettiest when i do my hair well. i also love barbie fashion! i'd love to be a fashion designer and have my own fashion boutique one day.

i'm a good listener and i can understand people well. i consider myself as open minded. i'm a huge feminist (gender equality and really just social equality in general 🫶) and i resent people that makes fun of others for being excited over something they love. i love reading (preferably english classics). i love the wizard of oz a lot. i would love someone who respects women and a gentleman.

i consider myself as quite smart :) (don't wanna be too self indulgent tho). my hobbies are reading, stargazing, and making dresses/clothing. i love plants and flowers <3 i also love fruits! my favs are strawberry, grapes, and blueberry. i enjoy baking too! love making french desserts recipes. i'm scared of being a failure. my biggest fear actually. so i tend to push myself as hard as i can to ace what i want.

i think that's all!! don't wanna make this too long. if you don't want to write this then i totally understand 🌸🤍💕🪽🫧

If you want to participate in "TBOS' 400 Followers Celebration" too, you can look at this post for all the options of prompts you can choose form <3

☆ Star: send a short description of yourself and I’ll tell you who I ship you with!

Chasing Butterflies

Pairing: James x Lily x reader Prompt: The story of how you ended up dating James and Lily. Word count: 1.5 k Warnings: None, (bit angsty / what feels like unrequited love but actually isn't).

Hey beatiful! I ship you with Lily and James! The first time you saw Lily, you thought she was the prettiest girl you’d seen in the world. She was wearing this beautiful flowery pink dress and looked so in awe of everything around her that you couldn't help but stare. Having been born into a magical family, it was interesting to see it from a different perspective. You were just about to approach her when she said hi to a disagreeable-looking boy that stared down at you as you took a step forward, which deterred you from doing so. Instead, you scurried away inside the train. That’s where you met James Potter and Peter Petegrew.

James was a very well-spoken boy who saw you wandering the train by yourself and invited you to sit along with him and his friend. He had been the one to introduce you to Peter and had also bought a bunch of treats for everyone once the Trolley Witch came around. James had been so nice to you that day that you felt like a princess. When both of you were put in the same house, you became close. James was always really, really nice to you, and you liked that about him, especially compared to the way his friends treated you - Sirius always trying to flirt and Peter being so awkward all the time. You also became close with Remus, and he would lend some of his muggle books, and you would borrow some magical ones to him. It became a habit, and Sirius would call you both nerds for it. You didn’t mind it all that much; you knew it was all playful banter.

In 5th year, when you discovered your passion for making clothes, the first person you told was Lily. You politely asked her if you could design a dress for her, and she felt honored. Once you handed her the dress, she instantly put it on, and it fit her like a glove. That weekend, when you went to Hogsmeade, she wore the dress, and even though you thought she looked absolutely lovely, you couldn’t help but feel a pit in your stomach whenever you realized people were staring at her. It was as if you didn’t want them to look, and their staring was affecting you somehow.

“That sounds an awful lot like jealousy to me,” Remus had told you. You gasped in that moment, but the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. Maybe you didn’t just like Lily as a friend. Maybe you liked, like her. Romantically liked her. And it made you feel miserable because you were very aware, like pretty much the entire school, that James was absolutely hung up on her.

At Marlenes’s party, organized by Mary a year later, someone had the brilliant idea of playing spin the bottle. When Lily had to kiss Marlene, she didn’t budge, which made you both jealous but also a little curious. Could that mean Lily was interested in girls too?

You, in turn, had to kiss James, and even if he was your friend, you had to admit he was a really good kisser. You were both panting a little when you separated and awkwardly went back to your places in the circle. From that day on, James stuck to you like gum, following you around and carrying your books and bag a lot more often than he did before. And even if you appreciated how nice he was, making you feel like a princess again, you were also bothered because you felt like you were his second choice, his consolation prize after he gave up on chasing after Lily.

“I’m not a pity prize, James!” You told him one day as he tried to hold your hand.

He looked at you, hurt in his face. “I’d never see you as one, kitten. I thought you knew.”

You looked at him taken aback. “What about Lily?”

He averted your gaze. “She… She’s like a star. Unreachable.”

“And I am within reach, right?” You continued, a little angry still.

“That’s not what I…”

“James, I like her too!” You somehow blurted out.

He looked at you in shock, eyes wide open as you told him the truth. “You like–" he started, confused "–like I do?”

You looked to the side and nodded. “Yes! Like you do.”

“And you don’t like boys like that?”

“I… I wouldn’t say that either…”

“Then what’s the issue?” He said, reaching for your hand again. You stared at him with a frown, thinking of pulling your hand away. But his hand was warm, and just as James always did, it made you feel nice too.

Both you and James started to spend a lot more time together since then. People would find him sitting beside you at dinner and in some classes. He made sure to always keep some kind of contact with you, whether it was holding your hand, having his arm over your shoulder, or a hand on your waist. You actually grew to like it; you felt appreciated and loved. Maybe you really weren’t a second choice to him, maybe he really had chosen you over Lily.

But then it was Halloween, and somehow you convinced him to dress as Ken while you'd dress up as Barbie. You designed both of your outfits, and he even hung out with you while you were sewing and adding beads and glitter to both of your costumes. Even Peter was helping you with the costumes, since you’d promised to help him with his. You were all sitting in the common room, and you were on the floor, sitting between James’ legs and resting your head on his chest as you sewed some details onto a coat when Lily walked in.

You smiled and waved at her, but she just looked at the two of you, looking hurt, and stormed out. “What’s with her?” Peter asked with a shrug. You and James looked at each other with a frown and nodded, both getting up and chasing after her.

“Lily!” You shouted as she picked up the pace.

“I’ll take a short cut,” James told you. “We’ll intercept her.”

Soon enough, James was blocking Lily from the front, and you stopped her from behind. “Hey! Lils, stop running, will you?” You told her, breath a little ragged, as she tried to walk past you. Her eyes started to water, and you looked at her concerned, placing both hands on her shoulders. “Hey love, what’s wrong?” You asked.

She started to cry then, and your heart broke. Whatever you had done, you were sure to never ever do it again; you could not bear to see her cry. James looked as mortified as you did.

“Evans,” he said, not daring to place a hand on her, like you already had. “What’s wrong, darling?” He asked softly.

“I… I don’t know… I…” She started between sobs. “I just, I suddenly felt so angry at the two of you being together like that. I just… I didn’t…. I’m an asshole.” She said as she placed her hands over her face to hide it from the two of you.

Realization hit you like a truck. “You like James,” you said dryly. James looked shocked at the two of you. “You’re jealous.” You said with a bitter laugh. “I’ll leave you to talk,” you said as you started to leave.

Lily finally raised her head from her hand and shook her head, you couldn't be more wrong. She grabbed your arm. "I wasn't jealous of you!" You turned surprised. "I wanted to be James!" You looked at the two of them, shocked. James looked so confused in that moment; if it hadn't been for the situation, you would've loved to capture that expression in a picture. "Or rather, there, like… in between the two."

You looked at her even more shocked. "Does that mean you like… both me and–"

"–Me?" James finished.

Lily just looked at the two of you in desperation. "See? I AM an asshole!"

You shook your head and exchanged a glance with James. He nodded, and the two of you embraced Lily in a tight hug. You buried your head on Lily’s shoulder, relishing in the smell of her signature lavender perfume, while James wrapped his long arms around the two of you, drawing you both towards his chest. From that moment on, the three of you somehow started dating each other. Lily was the perfect companion; she understood and related to all of your girly needs, gifting you a pearl necklace on your birthday and wearing all the dresses you made for her. James always cared for the two of you like you were goddesses, giving you the best cuddles in the world and enjoying all the desserts you prepared for him. He was absolutely obsessed with the way you baked. You were so happy together; you almost couldn’t believe it was real. But it was, and it was beautiful.

A/N: Hey sweetie! I really hope you enjoy this little ship (it totally got out hand and ended up being a mini ficlet, but I hope you like it); also I really hope all the cuddling doesn't bother you <3

Much Love, Lilly xx

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invisibleraven · 6 months

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Haunted Holidays

December 21: Wrapping Paper <-AO3 link!

“I think that’s everything,” Carrie said as she looked over the sea of bags and boxes surrounding her.

“It had better be, I think we bought out half of LA,” Reggie groaned from where he had flung himself onto the couch.

“You know some of that is for you right?” Carrie replied.

“I’m aware,” Reggie said, looking up from the arms he had covering his face. “Which is why you should hide them while I’m too tired to peek.”

Carrie hummed but did grab a few bags and rushed off, making Reggie bite back a grin. Honestly he loved that she used the holiday season to spoil their loved ones. Stuff none of them would buy themselves, but they all secretly wanted. Carrie was aces at gifts, and Reggie was getting better since they started dating.

“Okay Peters,” Carrie declared as she reentered the den with a clap of her hands. “No napping, we have to get wrapping!”

Reggie groaned, sitting up and looking at her. “Okay, gimme a beat.”

Carrie scowled and waved a tube of wrapping paper at him. “Come on you.”

Reggie gave a mock salute and started taking items out of bags, handing them over to Carrie so she could find the right gift bag or bow to go with each gift. “I always figured you’d get a professional to do this kind of thing.”

She shook her head. “That’s more my dad’s thing. I like wrapping gifts, giving it that personal touch. Shows that you’re willing to spend the time on it outside the thought of the gift itself.”

“When I was a kid I wrapped all my gifts in the comics section of the newspaper-saved up the colour pages every Sunday to do it,” Reggie commented.

“MeeMaw didn’t have paper for you to use?” Carrie asked. She knew better to ask about his parents-they only gave him shame, complexes, and recrimination, never presents.

“I wanted to do it myself,” Reggie said with a shrug. “She loved my version of a personal touch.”

“I bet you made her great gifts,” Carrie said. She had never met MeeMaw, the woman had unfortunately passed before she got the chance. But she loved hearing Reggie’s stories about her.

“Oh yeah, the best pages of scribbles, popsicle stick picture frames, and clay handprints you ever did see,” Reggie said, then a look of melancholy passed over his face. “She kept it all though, had a box of it all stored in the attic.”

Carrie scooted over , cuddling into his side. “She loved you, and treasured everything you gave her. I know I would.”

Reggie snorted. “Doll you gave me an itemized list of gifts.”

She had done that hadn’t she? And she knew he had bought her every one without complaint. “I know,” she whispered. “I think I needed a reminder that it isn’t what you get, but the love and thought behind it.”

“So I can return the ludicrously pricey scarf?” Reggie jested.

“Not on your life,” Carrie said, sticking her tongue out at him. “But feel free to wrap it in some newspaper if you keep the packaging on it.”

Reggie grinned, tilting her head back for a kiss. “You know, I just might do that.”

Then on Christmas morning, Carrie had to laugh when every single one of her expensive presents were wrapped in homemade paper-covered in Reggie’s doodles and lyrics.

She kept every piece. Which turned out to be worth it, as the next year she used the paper he had made to wrap his gifts in. RReggie gave a delighted bark when he noticed, and made a show out of oh so carefully peeling the tape off so they could use it again.

By the third year, it was getting a bit worn, so Carrie said they would just have to make new paper, and spent a lovely afternoon doing so. “But we’re still keeping the old stuff right?” Reggie asked shyly.

“Oh sinta of course!” Carrie assured him. “We could make a cool art piece out of them if you want.”

She missed the way his face lit up at that, but Reggie thought that was for the best because he now had a plan to blow all other Christmas’ out of the water!

Oh Christmas morning, Carrie came down the stairs, and saw something hanging on the wall, covered by a sheet. Reggie was standing next to it, looking a little nervous, a little tired, but still his gorgeous sunshiney self. “Hey doll, Merry Christmas,” he said, greeting her with a kiss when she replied in kind.

“You figure out what to do with the paper after?” Carrie asked, taking a step back to survey the large set up.

“Yup, you wanna do the honours?’ Reggie asked.

Carrie nodded and ripped off the sheet, then gasped. There they were --all the pieces of wrapping paper. Covered in their doodles, notes, and little bits of their history. A photo of the two of them after a paintball game where she had dominated and Reggie was just happy to be there. Riding side by side on horseback, though Reggie was doing so with considerable more grace.

There were programs and ticket stubs, and a few candy wrappers, lyrics to half finished songs, even a section for Tisdale, Carrie’s Shar Pei that Reggie used to walk every day-it was how they met after all. And though she had crossed the rainbow bridge, the both of them would forever be grateful for her influence in them getting together.

Then right in the middle, was an origami heart, with the words Open Me printed on it. Carrie grinned at Reggie, wondering what silly pun awaited her-he did love his jokes her man.

Only when she opened the heart, there were only two words printed there. WOrds that made Carrie’s heart race and her face break into a smile. A smile that grew even wider when she saw Reggie kneeling before her with a ring made of folder paper.

“I swear I got you a real one,” he said, offering it up. “But I kinda had to doll.”

“No no, this is perfect,” Carrie said, slipping the ring onto her finger. “Yes by the way.”

Reggie whooped and spun them around, all while Carrie admired her ring. She knew it would probably end up framed somewhere so she could keep it forever-but right now it outmatched even the brightest of diamonds, and was worth more to her than every gift under the tree.

#jatpadvent2023 #jatp sweet tarts #julie and the phantoms

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bunchofrandomfandomsandbands · 2 months

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Got Love For Sale

Summary: Eric finds out Gene is cheating on him…with Peter

Warning: Explicit language, cheating, blackmail

Pairing: Eric/Gene, Peter/Gene mentioned

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Eric is laying on top of Gene, peppering his neck with soft kisses, making Gene moan in delight. He loves feeling the weight of his little drummer boy on top of him, especially like this, both naked and enjoying the sensation of skin on skin. Things are just starting to get hot and heavy when they are disrupted by a phone call.

“Ignore it” Eric mumbles, lips vibrating against Gene’s neck.

Gene glances over to his phone and sees Peter Criss’s name. Anxiety rises inside of him. This is an uncomfortable situation he finds himself in, and Eric has no idea what is going on behind the scenes.

“I’m going to have to answer this.”

“Why?” Eric whines, “Peter can wait.” He doesn’t want to stop making love with Gene, but Gene seems way too focused on answering the call. Even worse is when Gene goes into another room to answer it.

“What did Peter want?” Eric inquires when Gene comes back into the room.

“Nothing. Don’t worry about it.” Gene waves Eric off.

“Don’t tell me not to worry about it Genie! You and Peter were lovers not that long ago! I wanna make sure nothing’s going on between you two.” Eric scoffs.

“Eric, it’s nothing, ok? Drop it.” Gene snaps.

“The fact you’re saying drop it and not telling me what he rang for only makes me want to know more.”

“Fine! Peter and Ace want to do the MTV unplugged show with us. And I said yes.” Gene caves.

“Gene!” Eric cries.

“What did you want me to say?” Gene rolls his eyes.

“Say no!” Eric scoffs.

“He’s still my bandmate!” Gene defends.

“Is that all he is?” Eric is drifting too close to the truth. Gene has to somehow end this conversation because he was right. Gene had succumbed to Peter’s charms and in a moment of weakness, had foolishly slept with him again. The guilt was eating him up inside. If Eric somehow finds out it will break his heart. Gene desperately wants to avoid that, and that puts him in a very vulnerable position.

“You’re only defending him because you dated him.” Eric pouts.

“You’re overreacting” Gene tried to reason, “I have to hear him out. Like I said, he’s my bandmate.”

“Then what am I?” Eric was deeply hurt. He’s been with KISS for five years now, just one year shorter than Peter.

“Eric, you need to control your jealousy.”

“Yeah?” Eric spits back at him, “Well you need to control your dick!”

“Eric, enough.” Gene sighs.

“I’m going to my mom’s house. Don’t call me.” Eric states as he hastily gets dressed. He walks into the huge walk-in closet, grabs some clothes, shoves them in a duffel bag, and storms out the bedroom.

Gene follows him out.

“Eric, hear me out at least.” Gene pleads.

“Find yourself another drummer” Eric pauses for full dramatic effect, “oh that’s right, you already have!”

He slams the door into Gene’s face.

“Eric, what are you doing here?” Bess asks.

“Can I stay here for a bit Momma? Gene and I had a fight.”

He begins to cry. Bess takes her son into her arms.

“Of course, love” Bess soothes as she pats his long blonde hair. “If he comes to the door, I’ll kick his ass.”

Eric giggles.

“Thanks mom,” he whispers. She is always there for him. Always ready to fight on her son’s behalf.

“What did he do to you, Eric?” Bess asks.

“You know the Unplugged show that we’re doing next month? Well, Ace and Peter are going to be there.” Eric states.

“Didn’t Gene date Peter for a while?” Bess questions.

“Yes, he did. When Peter called, Gene blew it off like it was no big deal! When I asked him about it, he said that I was overreacting and that I was jealous!” Eric explains.

“You just wanted to see if he was hiding something from you.” Bess nods.

“Yes! Thank you!” Eric cries.

“Do you think he’s cheating on you?” Bess asks.

“I don’t know.” Eric sighs.

Eric is in the bedroom when there’s a knock on the door.

“You know who that probably is.” Bess yells out to him.

“Tell him to leave.” Eric groans.

She knows Gene won’t stop pounding until she opens it, so she goes against Eric’s wishes. Gene looks at Bess with a mixture of sadness and guilt. She invites him into the living room.

Bess pokes her head into Eric’s bedroom.

“He says he needs to tell you something important.”

“Just give me a minute, Eric”, Gene pleads from the living room, “and then I’ll leave you alone.”

“Fine. I’ll see him.” Eric concedes.

Before he goes to speak to Gene, Eric whispers to Bess, “Go into the kitchen and act like you’re making something, but secretly listen in.”

Bess nods knowingly, giving her son a wink.

“Hey Eric.” Gene greets him with a fake smile.

“You said you need to say something important, so say it.” Eric snaps.

Gene takes a deep breath.

“Peter and I slept together.”

“I know.” Eric states.

“How’d you find out?” Gene questions.

“Tommy told me. Not Bruce, not Paul, not Ace, or even you. Tommy did.”

“I should have guessed.” Gene thinks.

Tommy knows everything that goes on behind the scenes, and Gene and Paul put him in charge of getting the Unplugged special together.

“I didn’t realize you and Tommy had gotten close.”

“Tommy is the only person I can trust, it seems. He informed me that Peter blackmailed you to ensure his participation in the Unplugged show, threatening to disclose your alleged relationship if you didn't comply.” Eric responds.

“I don’t even care if the public finds out,” Gene explains, “I only cared that you would.”

“Well now I have. I gave you the chance to tell me the truth and you lied to my face.” Gene can’t think of anything to say that would make things better, so Eric continues. “You’ve said all that needs to be said. You need to leave.”

“Eric, please! I love you!” Gene begs.

“Too damn bad! You’ve thrown all this away. Go be with Peter.” Eric shakes his head as tears stream down his face. Gene reached out a hand to Eric.

“Don’t touch me!” He yells as he recoils from Gene.

Eric worries if Gene touches him, he will cave and too easily forgive him for his transgression. But this was too big a transgression. Gene had cheated on him and was about to replace him in his heart and on his drum stool. He quickly pulls his hand back, but Bess hears it from the kitchen and comes out to protect her boy.

“Get out of my house” Bess scolds, “Now!”

She has a dishcloth wrapped around her hand to be used as a weapon if needed.

“Ok, ok! I’m leaving!”

Gene leaves the house to spend the night alone. Bess soothes her son with a hug, and dries his eyes with the dishcloth.

“Don’t mess with Bess!” She jokes, getting a smile out of him again.

“I think you should have an early night, baby boy. You must be emotionally exhausted.”

Eric agrees.

“Thanks for being here for me momma.”

“Always Eric. I’ll always be here for you.” Bess soothes.

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Five years have passed and they may have been the hardest years of Gene’s life. He had long ago realized Peter didn’t love him anymore. Even worse, he had used him for sex, just to blackmail him into a reunion tour. But Gene has come to the realization that it would be almost worth risking him being outed to kick Peter out. Not just because he turned off all the charm the minute the tour hit the road. Many times Gene tried to approach him and offer his affection and Peter had bluntly rejected him. There’s even been one or two times it had nearly come to blows. By then Gene was ready to out Peter from the band even if it meant outing himself for the relationship he’s had with two of his drummers.

A meeting was called and a vote was had. Even Ace had had enough of the tension. It had driven him back to drink. The situation was untenable.

Peter was blindsided.

“You’re kicking me out? I’m part of this band! It’s a reunion tour! What, you’re going to bring Eric back?” Peter shouts when Paul gives him the news.

He looks straight to Gene for that question.

“Gladly” he replies, “At least I know he wasn’t using me like you did. You destroyed the love we had when you whored yourself out to get back in this band.”

Peter looks aghast at Paul and Ace. Especially Ace.

“How could you vote me out, Ace? We hatched this plan together!”

“WHAT?” Paul and Gene yell at the same time.

Ace shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

“Thanks man, now I know I did the right thing voting you out”, he mumbled at Peter, “You’re a rat. Always was, always will be.”

“Good riddance to you all then” Peter scoffs as he takes a dramatic bow, “Good luck with your midget drummer!”

He makes sure to slam the door on his way out.

The room is heavy with tension and Paul and Gene both turn their attention towards Ace.

“I’m sorry guys” he pleads, “I thought a reunion tour would be great for all of us. I didn’t mean to hurt you and Eric to get it, but I was desperate. I hope you can forgive me, and I hope Eric forgives you Gene. He’s our only hope to keep going.”

Ace left the room and Gene turned to Paul.

“I think we’ll need Tommy’s help. If I approach Eric about this he’s bound to slam the door in my face.”

“I’ll go get him.” Paul responds.

Tommy enters the room.

“Paul said you need to speak to me?”

“I have a tough mission for you” Gene warns, “We just sacked Peter. If we’re to go on, we need Eric back. He’s the only drummer that can handle this job.”

Everyone in the organisation knew what had happened with Gene and Eric’s relationship, so Tommy winces at the idea of bringing him back. But it isn’t his choice, and as road manager, he has to fulfil the band’s wishes.

“As far as I know he’s still at his mom’s house”, Gene offers, “Not that he’s told me anything about what he’s doing.”

He is slightly embarrassed to know that, because he’s giving away the fact he’s kept tabs on his beloved Eric in the five years that has passed.

“I’ll look into it.” Tommy says.

Eric is in the spare room drumming when the doorbell rings. His mother, elbows deep in sink water washing dishes, calls out to him.

“ERIC! CAN YOU GET THAT FOR ME??”

Eric is completely oblivious, loud music playing in his headphones and drums beating as loud as rockets.

Bess gives up and goes to the door.

“Tommy!” Bess greets cheerfully.

“Hi Bess, I’m sorry to intrude, is Eric here?” Tommy inquires.

Bess gestures up to her ear as if to say “You can’t hear those drums?”

Tommy smiles, realising he didn’t even need to ask.

“Come in Tommy, I’ll go drag him out.” Bess steps aside to let Tommy in.

Sitting on the couch, he can hear Bess in the other room.

“ERICCC!! IT’S TOMMY!” Bess hollers, but Eric still can’t hear her over the loud music in his headphones.

“WHAT??” Eric yells as Bess gestures to him to take the headphones off.

“Tommy’s here!” Bess repeats.

“Tommy who?” Eric asks before realizing it must be Tommy Thayer, “Oohh….”

He’d heard through the music world grapevine that Peter had been sacked. He even had friends ask if he’s going to go back to the band. Eric misses being part of KISS desperately, and despite fighting against it in his mind, he has to admit he misses Gene just as much. But he is stubborn. Tommy is going to really have to impress him if he will even consider rejoining the band.

Tommy smiles when Eric enters the room.

“Eric! So good to see you again!” Tommy grins when he sees Eric.

“So you drew the short straw, did you Tommy?”

“So I guess you heard then?” Tommy inquires.

Tommy was relieved that he wasn’t there to break that news.

“They want you back, Eric.”

Eric lets out a laugh.

“If that’s the case, why isn’t Gene here? Is he too chicken to admit he fucked up?”

“Ummm…he does want you back. And I don’t mean just for the gig. He wants you back in his heart.”

Eric shakes his head.

“Has it taken five years for him to realize that?” Eric sneers.

“Eric, he’s been a shell of a man since you left—” Tommy starts, but is cut off by Eric.

“Hey”, Eric interrupts, “I didn’t leave. He kicked me out. Of the band AND his life. And now he doesn’t even have the decency to come and apologize? You're doing his dirty work for him, Tommy?”

“He’s scared, Eric!” Tommy defends.

“He should be.” Eric replies.

“Please Eric” Tommy pleads, “can you at least consider it?”

“Not until he speaks to me himself.” Eric was laying down the law, “Even then, I’m not making promises.”

Knowing that is all he is going to get out of Eric today, Tommy leaves.

“Well?” Gene asks as soon as Tommy walks in the door.

“He won’t do it unless you speak to him yourself.”

Gene figured already he will have to go ask himself. He was just hoping Tommy could convince him by himself.

“This is going to be hard” Gene sighs, “I fucked up so big I can’t even imagine him forgiving me.”

Tommy puts a hand on the Demon’s shoulder.

“He’s willing to see you. I really think that’s good news. He would have told me straight up if he didn’t want to come back.”

“Ok, I’ll do it.” Gen nods and heads to Bess’ house. Bess answers the doorbell again.

“Gene!” She is surprised to see him after all these years. “I’m not sure he’ll see you”, she warns.

She doesn’t realise Eric is behind her.

“It’s ok Momma, let him in.” Eric reassures.

As Gene enters, she turns and whispers to Eric, “Do you need me on standby, sweetie?”

“That’s ok Momma. Maybe we need to be alone.”

She smiles warmly at him, “Ok boys, I think I have some shopping to do!” She picks up her purse, winks at her son and leaves them to themselves.

Gene immediately takes this as a good sign that Eric is serious. He also wonders if it means Eric didn’t want to beat the shit out of him now his mother was out of the house.

Eric slumps into an armchair opposite Gene and just stares at him, daring him to speak first. Gene was struggling to find the right words. But the silence was deafening.

“I’m sorry,” he states.

Eric laughed.

“Really? That’s all you’ve got? After FIVE YEARS??”

“Eric, there hasn’t been a single day I haven’t wished I made a different choice!”

“Tell me this” Eric responds, “if Peter genuinely did want to get back together with you, would you really have missed me?”

“Eric…” Gene suddenly dropped to his knees in front of his drummer, the man he truly loved, “it was a moment of weakness, I fell for it, but I’ve learned. I’ve learned to never put anything before my love for you.”

“How can I trust you?” Eric demands.

Suddenly Gene starts crying. “Because I’ll never forget how much you mean to me. It didn’t take five years to realize that. I realized the moment you packed your bag and left. I just know how deeply I hurt you and I never believed you’d want me back.”

Eric leaned forward and cupped Gene’s face in his hands. He wasn’t used to looking down on Gene like this. He wiped a tear from his cheek.

“Of course I wanted you back! But you took off on the road with Peter. What was I supposed to do? Follow you around like a crazy stalker?”

He kneels down on the floor in front of Gene.

“I needed you to tell me it was over with Peter.”

Gene nodded, “It’s over with Peter. It’s over with everyone except you. I promise you I won’t hurt you again.”

Eric embraces him and Gene cries on his shoulder.

“Please forgive me, Eric. I beg you to forgive me.”

Gene lifts his head and looks Eric in the face. He smiled at Gene and leaned in to kiss him. Things get heated very quickly and they find themselves undressing each other hurriedly and lying on the floor.

Gene breaks the kiss, “Your mother…”

Eric giggled, “Trust me, she’s not going to come back for hours. She knows I’ve still been in love with you all this time.”

Across the road from the house is a car, with Tommy at the steering wheel. He’d driven Gene over and told him he’ll wait in the car to drive him home.

He waited…and waited…and waited.

Soon he came to the realization that Gene was not coming out anytime soon. He chuckles to himself, happy in the knowledge that Eric must have forgiven him, and the band are all back together again. As he drives off, he swears to himself never to let Peter, or anyone else, into the band and Gene’s life. He loves those two crazy men and wants them to stay together, where they are the happiest.

Thanks again to @sluttery-withoutshame for helping me with this work! I loved how it turned out!

#kiss band fanfic

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jamneuromain · 1 year

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Steve Rogers x stark!reader

Steve and Tony's 'baby' (she is literally two years younger) sister have been dating... they don't want to tell Tony

But, tony begins to think something is happening and sends spider kid to spy for him

Tony finds out, and he bursts into her room to see her and Steve sleeping peacefully together

BUT HES TONY FUCKING STARK SO HE STARTS BLASTING AC/DC AND WAKES THEM UP

Steve then revives a lecture for dating Tony's sister, and yn revives a lecture for dating Steve

I just find the idea hilarious

And then after that, yn and Steve would walk out of the same room and tony would make gagging noises the whole time they were close

I'm thinking... although Tony trusted Peter with this mission, he didn't fully "trust" him with this mission...

Sorry for taking so long! I had a bit trauma with being waked up abruptly :(

False alarm

Steve Rogers x You (Reader)

Warning: Swearing, Pure Fluff, a lil humor,

Summary: Code Red.

Send it? Or don't send it?

Peter scratches the back of his head, and hits "send".

He scrolls his screen in expect for reply. But he gets nothing.

"Code Red! She hugs Mr. Lang for three Mississippi's today."

Before that, "Code Red! She laughed at Mr. Wilson's jokes."

Before that, "Code Red! She could be dating Mr. Barnes because she bought him plums!"

Stark, on the other hand, spares a brief glance at his screen and sighs.

"Peter Parker: Code Red! I saw her talking with Mr. Barton today! Mr. Barton touched her shoulders!"

"One mission. I gave that kid one mission." Tony grumbles, pinching his nose bridge as he winces, "one frigging mission and ..." He makes his notorious long face, "... and he has sent me a dozen false alarm right now."

"Sir, I will talk that kid out of it. Just gives me a chance-" Happy looks at Tony from the rearview mirror, guaranteeing and nodding his head, "I won't let you down Sir."

"You know what? Never mind." Tony shoves his sunglasses back on, putting that thin piece of transparent screen back into his pockets. "He'll bug me for another mission if I don't ask him to do something. Friday, mark all Peter Parker's message with the keyword 'Code Red' as read, and don't ever notice me again with these messages, will ya'?"

"Yes Sir." The AI answers.

Happy observes Tony, choosing his words carefully, "is there a chance, Sir, that Ms. Stark is not...?"

"STOP! I don't wanna hear it." Tony screws his eyes shut.

He doesn't want to hear it. He doesn't want to acknowledge it. But he has to face it.

Ms. Stark, you, his little sister (though you would argue that you are not little anymore, being a mere couple of years younger than Tony), are in love.

Ridiculously, unabashedly, in love.

You have what the young people calls it these days: the relationship syndrome, where you would giggle (for Christ's sake, giggle!) and blush like a teenager!

"With whom I'm in a relationship is none of your damn ... darn business." You threw a bad language word at him when noticing Peter was in living room doing his homework. Glancing at Peter's direction, you dropped your voice, "besides, this is exactly why I don't want to tell you, even if I have a boyfriend."

"What? Why? ME???" The billionaire cried, "I'm your big brother! Of course I need to know are you in a relationship!"

Before you could slip through the loop hole in his words, he added, "and with whom."

You let out a laugh, pouring yourself a glass of wine, too tired to have this conversation at 10 pm, "yeah, you're not dad, Tones. Now get the ... get out!"

"This is my property! You can't tell me to get out!"

"Watch me."

"Hey, if you guys need some space I'd be happy to go back to my room." Peter shuffled the papers on the table, nervously piping up.

"Yes!" "No!" Tony and you gave separate answers, then glared at each other.

"Uh- I'm just gonna go back to- uh-" Peter balanced his heavy backpack and his big pile of papers and laptop with a pen on top of everything, nearly bumping his knee when he missed a step.

"No, you stay. I'm done with him." You grabbed your glass and headed to your quarters, mumbling some dark words under your breath.

Tony pursed his lips, watching your figure disappeared behind doors and walls.

"Kid, you want a mission?"

"Yeah! I mean, of course, Mr. Stark, Sir! Anything! I'm absolutely ready for my first assignment - I mean mission!"

"...that's not really a question but fine, here's what you are going to do."

And that's what his spur of the mind get him. Text bombarding from the Peter kid, reporting possible "target" of your boyfriend. So far, nothing special came from his texts.

Seriously? Buying plums? You and Natasha were out buying groceries that day, of course you are buying plums.

Three Mississippi's? Is that how the kids are counting seconds these days?

The rest are just more ridiculous. As ridiculous as the idea of eight track tapes.

Stark sighs deeply.

He's gonna kick that mysterious boyfriend's ass when he finds out who exactly is the guy.

A few hours later...

"Is this, what, the fifth time tonight that the fire alarm got triggered?" You muffle your yawn under your palm, earning a chuckle from the blonde super soldier, who is leaning against the door frame, and welcomes you with out-stretched arms.

The shrieking fire alarm has been on and off tonight. Even though Friday has made sure there's no visible fire, the AI keeps receiving sensors reporting temperature abnormalities in different parts of the building.

It also keeps waking you and the blonde supersoldier a couple of doors away.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Stark. I will double check the cameras and the sensor data to make sure there's no actual fire. I will turn off the fire alarm for now." The AI replies softly, "you may go back to bed now, Ms. Stark."

Shrieking is dialed down. But the warm embrace offer still stands.

You hold onto his hand, but not moving forward an inch to fall into his warm hug. "Anthony will see." You mumble, feeling his rough palm on yours.

"I miss you, doll face. My bed feels cold without you." Steve looks like a kicked puppy, pouting with his sad eyes, "lemme hold you for a second."

Who are you to say no when he's pouting his perfectly kissable lips?

Your tired body finds its home, snuggling his broad chest and strong arms. Your hands bringing his head down for a kiss.

" 'kay, I'll delete the footage in the morning." You stifle another yawn, and follow Steve to his room, where you also miss because of the recent spying businesses Tony assigned the kid to do.

A few feet away, Peter is hanging upside down from the ceiling in his invisible suit, frantically texting.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Stark! But she just followed Cap to his room! "

Three seconds later,

"SIR, CODE RED!!!!!!"

Unbeknownst to Peter, he "sits" on the temperature sensor again, having the fire alarm blasting the building once more.

On Steve's, or your shared bed at this point, the blonde smiles when you try to minimize the voice by dragging the duvet over your head, which he is sure you will smother yourself within ten minutes. Steve covers your ears with his palm, blocking all noises that will pry you out of sleep.

"Good night, sweetheart." He whispers.

A few more hours later...

"Friday, play Highway to Hell in the loudest voice possible, please. "

The billionaire sticks his fingers in his ears, watching your eyes snap open the minute rock music fills this room with lead singer screaming and electric guitar. Steve scrambles out of bed before you even realize what's going on, he swings the lamp near bedside by his hand and looks as if he's about to attack any second. And he probably would have attacked if he doesn't recognize Tony first.

"What the fuck, Anthony! Friday, turn off the fucking music!" You yell, throwing your fluffy pillow at your older brother, "that's not funny!"

Friday turns the music off in an instant. Your heart pounding in your chest. You could have had a heart attack.

"No shit, young lady, it's not funny." The genius who thought it was a good idea waking you up with loud music scoffs, not to mention dodging your attack with ease, "I understand if you want to screw anyone on the team, but this? Him???"

"Excuse me?" You can't help but roll your eyes.

He glances at Steve, "and you, that's how you take care of my sister when I'm gone? By taking her to the bed? Good care indeed."

Steve rubs his eyes with the heels of his palm, "for Christ's sake, Tony, I'm sorry. But that," he gestures to the sound speaker hanging on top of your head, "was excessive."

Tony waves his hands dismissively, "I'll deal with you later. Now, you," he points his finger at you, "get out of Steve's room. I hope you are decent at least."

"It's fucking four thirty in the morning. I'm not going anywhere until I finish my sleep."

There. You've said that. You fall back on to your pillow. Your heart still pounding frantically in your ribcage.

There's probably too many bad language word in one conversation, but Tony had it coming when he decided to wake you before the sun even comes up.

"Uh-uh. You're not staying in the same room. Rogers, you and I are gonna talk. NOW." Tony wiggles his index finger, and motions for Steve to step out of his own room.

Your consciousness drifts to a place between sleep and awake. You are on the verge of falling asleep again when a burning furnace - probably your boyfriend who had to "talk" with your annoying brother just now - slips back into the warm cover. You acknowledge his presence by taking his bicep as your pillow again, sprawling your arm across his chest.

"I guess you don't have to delete the footage now." He chuckles, holding you closer to his body.

"Hmm." Is all that you can reply. You would have said "Sure. Whatever" if you are conscious, but you couldn't muster up the strength or the clarity to answer.

"I'm fairly sure he'll still be disapproving whenever he sees both of us around."

"Hmmmmm." I don't really care......

"But he's ... processing, now." Steve kisses your forehead, "sleep tight, sweetheart."

You'll ... deal with that ...... tomorrow ..........

#steve rogers #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers fanfiction #captain america x reader #captain america x you #captain america fluff #inbox <3 #inbox requests #jnmanswers

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Happy birthday to James Lee Stanley!

“[I] worked in a nightclub called The Shadow. And I think it was late June [1964] that the Phoenix Singers came through, and Peter [Tork] was in the band, he was the banjo player in — behind the group… And he and I hit it off, and that Monday night, we did an impromptu show together, we just played a couple of tunes, you know, and had a good time, and stayed friends. And then when I opened a club in 1965, there was no place to play in the winter in that area — Virginia Beach, Norfolk… So I opened a club on my own with two friends, we called it The Folk Ghetto, and I contacted Peter in New York City and said, ‘I wanna hire you to come down here for a week and be the headlining act.’ Which he did. […] [H]e was fantastic. He was so good. […] Anyhow, we became friends, and we were friends ever since. [...] And I can tell you that he’s been one of my best friends for my entire life. And one of the more generous people I’ve ever known. And just to give you a window into the kind of guy he was, he would come off a Monkees tour where everything was handled, you know, they would take care of his tickets, they’d take care of his room, they’d carry his instruments, they’d carry his bags, he just had to show up at the airport and they gave him the, you know, the ace treatment. And then he comes off a tour like that and he gets in a rented Dodge with me and we drive around the country playing little rooms, which we filled to the max because it’s Peter Tork, and then he demands that, because I booked all the dates, I take a booking fee off the top. And then he demands that we split the door. He, I mean, you know, he didn’t have to do that. [...] We would hang out, and I said, ‘Peter, I noticed that all the other Monkees have solo albums. Why don’t you have a solo album?’ And he said, ‘Well, I just never got around to it.’ I said, ‘Well, you know, I have a label, I have national distribution, and I have a studio.’ I said, ‘Why don’t we make a record and we’ll try, you know, we’ll shop it to the majors and if nobody picks it up, we can still put it out on my label. So there’s no doubt about it, we’re making a record that’s coming out.’ And he said, ‘Okay.’ So we worked on it about four months, and at the end of the four months, he said, ‘You know what, James? I don’t want to shop it. I want it on your label.’ So I got to put Peter Tork on my label without, you know, paying a huge upfront thing to have a world-famous celebrity on my label. You know, he just said, ‘No, let’s do it with you, man.’ He was, he was great, he was just a great guy, you know [...] He was, he was just my best friend, you know. And a great spirit." - James Lee Stanley, Tales of the Road Warriors, March 7, 2019 (x)

“James is about my oldest friend. No, make that my friend of longest standing. I worked with him once before, in my early days, and I thought, as a result of that experience, that it would be very good for me to work with him again [on Stranger Things Have Happened].” - Peter Tork, Beachwood Confidential newsletter, 1995

“My personal thanks to James, I have my first album, after all these many moons. How far freakin’ out, man. I waited a long time to work with him again. Thanks beyond words, buddy. Thanks, too, to those who stuck by me. Love to all, Peter” - Stranger Things Have Happened 1994 liner notes

“In a nutshell, Peter and I are really good friends. Working with Peter, well, he’s like one of the best men on the planet.” - James Lee Stanley, Sacramento Bee, April 20, 1997

“James and I have a lot of fun playing as a tandem. We don’t just wail on the guitar in unison; we’re very articulate… I’ll be playing a light backbeat or playing the big bass strings while James plays filigrees. A lot is going on when we play together, and then James does his originals during his set… I love working with the Monkees, and I love working with James. I have the best of both worlds.” - Peter Tork, The Record, January 19, 2001

“Tork later confided in his brother Nick that Stanley had given him his life back. ‘I wept when I heard that,’ Stanley says.” - Stranger Things Have Happened 2020 reissue liner notes

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Arc & Audio ARC Review: Aces Wild: A Heist by Amanda DeWitt

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Publication Date: September 13, 2022

Synopsis:

What happens in Vegas when an all-asexual online friend group attempts to break into a high-stakes gambling club? Shenanigans ensue. Some people join chess club, some people play football. Jack Shannon runs a secret blackjack ring in his private school’s basement. What else is the son of a Las Vegas casino mogul supposed to do? Everything starts falling apart when Jack’s mom is arrested for their family’s ties to organized crime. His sister Beth thinks this is the Shannon family’s chance to finally go straight, but Jack knows that something’s not right. His mom was sold out, and he knows by who. Peter Carlevaro: rival casino owner and jilted lover. Gross. Jack hatches a plan to find out what Carlevaro’s holding over his mom’s head, but he can’t do it alone. He recruits his closest friends—the asexual support group he met through fandom forums. Now all he has to do is infiltrate a high-stakes gambling club and dodge dark family secrets, while hopelessly navigating what it means to be in love while asexual. Easy, right?

My Rating: ★★★★★

*My Review below the cut.

My Review:

This was so much fun! I was drawn into the story immediately and immediately sympathetic to the main character. He was sarcastic, self-deprecating, funny, and a very believable teenager -- some of my favorite things in a protagonist. He made a lot of very realistic, very bad decisions, especially early on when he felt like he was alone and his world was falling apart. Sometimes he even knew they were bad decisions and he still made them. He was a very realistic teenager, in other words. I LOVE that the entire crew he pulls together for his heist are ace. It's such a fun detail, and so relatable - not having friends in your immediate surroundings but connecting with people all over the country on fanfiction forums and then forming a chat support group for ace people? Definitely felt familiar, which drew me in even more. I almost felt like I was a member of the group and in on their shenanigans. The heist itself sometimes took a backseat to the family and friend group drama, but I'm ok with that. There was still plenty of heist action there, but I was there for the character interactions anyway as I generally prefer character driven to plot driven stories. I love love loved the characters. They were all such individuals, with unique characteristics and mannerisms that didn't feel forced at all. They felt like real people you might find anywhere. Well, they felt like real teenagers that you might meet at the outskirts of the school social scene, which is where I've always been the most comfortable. In short - I wanted to be their friend too. They were very obviously my people. I like how the 'being ace' aspect was handled, as well as the tentative love story. It was sweet and realistic and believable... and familiar. Aside from the whole heist thing, it could have been me and my friends in high school and college. That sense of familiarity, of belonging, made me love this book 1000x more than I would have based solely on the plot. Obviously not everyone is going to feel this sentimental about the book and characters, but I think a lot of people will really see themselves here and feel seen. Las Vegas was an excellent choice of setting because the glitter and glamour made an excellent contrast to the seriousness of the beginning and then an excellent background and distraction during the plotting and executing of the heist itself. I've never been to Las Vegas, but after reading this I feel like I was there. The descriptions didn't ever try to take over the story like in some books, but I still felt like everything was very grounded in a specific place and could even almost see it playing out in my head. in fact I did see it that way - I have very specific visual memories of events in the book. It was like watching a movie. Ocean's 11, but with teenagers. The audiobook was narrated flawlessly and I love the narrator and the choices he made for the different voices and the way he told the story. Just perfect all around. I bumped the speed up to 2x because he spoke a little slowly for my taste - many people do - and it was still perfectly clear and easy to understand and all the emotion came through easily. *Thanks to NetGalley, Peachtree Teen, and Recorded Books for providing an e-arc and audio arc for review.

#amanda dewitt #aces wild #lgbt+#lgbt+ books #asexuality #netgalley #shilo reads #arc review #audio arc review #peachtree teen #recorded books

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Could I do #48 for the song prompt? (For parswoops ofc bc I am nothing if not predictable)

okay so this is a PERFECT pimms song but tbh... it's also GOLD for just anything with Kent, so I was SO PUMPED when I saw what you'd picked

48) boy - maisie peters

Boy, you think I'm dumb, tryna pull one on me like I've never been kissed You had a couple of exes and I know that they let you get away with it But you're a boy And I can tell that you've never been hugged boy And I can do better than this, oh better than this

Kent's first NHL goal is a beautiful power play goal from a mess in front of the net, and Jeff wants nothing more than to hug him, so he does.

Or, well, he tries.

Kent is flying around the ice, yelling his blonde head off, avoiding absolutely any contact until he slows enough to get to the bench and get his fist bumps and a little cuff on the shoulder from the captain.

He does come back for little acknowledgements, but that moment, right after his goal - he's totally, wholly alone.

Jeff sends up a little prayer of thanks that people's attitudes and team cohesion aren't topics reporters like to drill him on.

It's not as notable, after that, that Kent ducks away from hugs, both on ice and in the locker room. He doesn't do anything as showy as that first night, but he still slips out, slides from under the plies, takes only claps of recognition instead of full body slams, leaves people behind to slam themselves into walls, makes it so that he's never the tactile center of anything.

It's a little weird, because Jeff's seen pictures of his Memorial Cup run, and he's not sure anything could have fit between the top line of that team when they were cellying. So it's, you know. It's a little insulting, if nothing else.

And then, come December, Kent's drunk and kissing Jeff, and Jeff's sure it's a one-time thing, and then it's not. They're making out in every available closet, perpetually going out on dates, staying in and hanging out and watching old vampire rom-coms as an excuse to eat shitty pizza on Jeff's couch instead of in Lamby's basement, and it's.

The thing is, Kent still won't let Jeff hold him. Kiss him? Sure. Pin him? Yeah. Smack his hand away from the carrots he's chopping up for salad? Okay.

But a hug after a bad game? Nope. Cuddling while watching what is arguably one of the worst movies Jeff's ever seen? Abso-fucking-lutely not.

The first time he tried, Kent practically jumped six feet in the air and almost ran out the door of the apartment, and the only thing that kept him in was the fact that it was 2am in Vegas, and he hadn't bought a coat.

Jeff's let him get away with it because, like, personal space and improvement.

But it's April, and the Aces are mathematically out of the playoffs, just barely eked out by the fucking Flames, and Kent still won't let Jeff do anything for him.

Jeff is, just a little bit, fucking done.

It comes to a head after they lose in a spectacular blowout against the Wild, 6-0, last road game of the season. They make it back to the room, and Kent immediately drops the cover he'd had in the hallway to duck questions from vets, plops down on the bed, and goes dead to the world.

Jeff sits down on the bed next to him and gently, gently, rests his hand on Kent's spine.

"Hey," he whispers.

Kent jumps, tenses.

"Don't fucking touch me," he hisses, shrinking into himself.

Jeff's hands fly into the air.

"Whoa, hey, I'm sorry," he says, voice defensive. "I was just trying to be nice to my boyfriend, don't mind me."

"You could not," Kent growls into his pillow.

"Don't do that," Jeff spits back. "Don't do the fucking I'm angry I'm an asshole so I'm gonna yell at Jeff about it thing, that's not fucking fair to me."

"Shut up," Kent tells him, and puts a pillow over his head. He signs something, angry and sharp, and though it's not one Jeff knows (he's got "I love you", "Thanks", and "What" down, but that's about it), he knows it's one Kent signs often to the person who takes up so much space in Kent's head it's intolerable, sometimes.

"I'm not him," Jeff nearly yells. "I'm not going to tear you down, I'm not going to hit you or... or... fucking die! I don't know, okay, but I'm not him, and if you don't..."

He takes a deep breath.

"If you don't know that, that I'm not him, then I can't do this, because I can't do that to myself, and I can't let you do that to yourself, either."

He slides off the bed, puts on his shoes, grabs his duffel from next to the door.

"I love you," he whispers to the silent room, and he slips out the door.

#parswoops #kent parson #jeff swoops troy #jeff troy #ask #ask answered #omgcp #omgcheckplease #*mine #pinkviper #sorry this took so long <3333

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Perfect Places(Chapter 9) - Peter Parker x F!Reader

a/n: One: I’m horrible. I realized I posted chapter 9 on AO3 but never on here. And two: just a quick note. I wanted to keep the rating down on this story because I wanted it to be accessible for anyone. I also just personally do not necessarily want to (nor am I great at) write smut. However, there is a bit of implied sensuality. Natural course of things, you know? Also we add a new pov in this chapter. As things progress into the more AU realm we will be seeing a bit more of Eddie in the chapters to come. Chapter 10 is basically written as well—so there’s that. <3

warnings: mentions of a loss of a parent. mentions of cheating (not between peter and reader).

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STORY MASTER-LIST | AO3 (which is honestly always more up-to-date).

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In the time you’ve known Peter, there are certain things you’ll never get used to. The most recent being the newness of intimacy with your best friend. The way your every muscle aches as you lay face down on the bed, comforter along the lowest point of your waist as Peter runs his fingers up and down your spine.

The first few times were awkward. Just as any would be. The quiet whispers of does that feel good? And tell me what you want. Foreheads clanging as the two of you rush forward for a heated kiss. The way your toes had curled in your shoes as he lowered you back onto the mattress and kissed along your sternum in a way that made you forget your name as his fingers traveled along your body in feather-light caresses.

When it finally happens, and he’s finally inside you and one with you in a way you’ve never been before, your head leans back against the blankets and your eyes shut. Not because you don’t enjoy the sight of a blissed out Peter Parker hovering above you and casting you in shadow, but because you’re not sure if you’ve slipped into another universe for a moment. Because surely the two of you must be dreaming.

And yet you’re not. So you allow yourself to chase that high. Sink further into your pillows as Peter whispers how much he loves you. Tells you things meant for only your ears and yours alone. Promises of endless love. Of being completely and entirely happy. Tells you how beautiful you are and how he’s the luckiest man in the world.

He strums a song from you. One only for him. Quiet sighs and whimpered moans. A sob of his name and a panted right there. It’s beautiful and it’s special and as you come to a final crescendo you know he’s effectively ruined you for anyone else. Neither of you minds, though.

“I have to head out on patrol,” he says, pulling the comforter higher up on your waist. Presses a kiss into your bare shoulder.

Your hand slides across to his side of the mattress and rests against his abdominal muscles. Feels the heat of his sweat-slick flesh radiating against your palm. Peter in general runs hot. Blissed out Peter is a furnace. You’re grateful he put the AC in the window last weekend. Form sliding over to him to drape your head against his chest as your fingers begin to trace slowly along his skin.

“Five more minutes.”

There’s a chuckle from beneath you. Those talented hands continuing in their path along your back. “Five more minutes.”

“Do you ever think about…I don’t know. Does Spider-Man stick around forever?” You wonder out loud, catching a glimpse of his suit in the closet.

“I’ve been thinking about it recently, yeah. Initially, after Gwen died, there was a period of time I just…stopped. The guy disappeared for a bit. And when I came back I, uh, stopped pulling my punches. I just didn’t feel like myself. I have these powers I never asked for but for the first time ever I felt like what was the point of them, you know?”

His shaky breath makes your chest ache. “My job was and is to save people. People expect that of Spider-Man. So when I couldn’t save her I felt like I couldn’t save anyone. So what was the point anyway.”

You lean down and press a kiss to his sternum. “And more recently?”

“Logistically? I can’t stop now. But…if there was someone to take over for me I think I’d like to really settle down one day. Eventually.” He huffs. “It can be a dream.”

“If it’s meant to happen and you’re going to pass over the mantle of Spider-Man, I’m sure it’ll happen just as it’s supposed to.”

Peter slowly pushes you over onto your back. Brushes a kiss against your mouth and lingers there. “Someone is a little philosophical this evening.”

“My mind is still coming back down to earth, so excuse me if I’m all in my emotions.”

You cross your arms over your chest and climb to your feet. Peter’s discarded shirt lays at the edge of the bed and you quickly make use of it, sliding it up and over your head. The material tickles your thighs as Peter slips into his suit. Mask dangling from his fingers as he comes to stand before you.

“I’d definitely like to do this less often.” He gestures to the suit. “Especially when we get married.”

Your lip pinched between your teeth. Fingers curling in your lap as you settle down on the bed. “I wouldn’t want you to give it up for me. That wouldn’t be right. I need you, yeah, but the people need you more.”

“Hey…” He drops down onto a knee before you. “If I gave it up it would be my choice. Do not feel like you ever guilted me into doing something. You and I both know how stubborn I can be. But you’re important to me, too. The people in this city mean a lot to me and yet I can’t help but think of what Uncle Ben said. About great power coming with great responsibility. You are my responsibility too now.”

His fingers come to cup around your cheek. Brush at the corner of your eye.

“I want to be able to be present. Not only for you but…well, when we eventually decide to raise a child together I want to be there for that as well. In the ways my own father wasn’t able to. I don’t fault him for it but I want that for my own life. For you and the family we will build together.”

You sniffle noisily. Peter immediately tugs you against his chest, holding the back of your head as your arms come to twine around his waist.

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re real,” you admit against his stomach. “I don’t know what I did to deserve all of this.”

“Can I let you in on a little secret?” He asks as your head tilts back and your eyes meet his.

Your head dips slowly.

“I’m in love with you. So all of the ‘what if’ decisions are now made with you in mind.”

I’m in love with you.

Your mind fixated on those words. On something the two of you have yet to speak to one another. There’s always been love, sure, but this feels deeper somehow. More meaningful. Yet the anxiousness of the seriousness of it never hits you. Instead you only feel light. Like your heart might sprout wings and fly away.

It’s a newness. Full of hope and excitement for what’s to come.

“I’m in love with you, too, Peter.”

Suddenly all those worries you had before slip away into nothingness. Shreds of dust billowing in the wind. There’s only the two of you in that room.

And maybe it’s always been that way. It doesn’t scare you anymore like it once did.

There’s peace now. You finally allow yourself to rest in it.

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Eddie Brock is having a crappy, no good sort of day. From the moment he had woken up, he knew there has something off about it.

The alarm clock blaring at seven forty in the morning when his call time for work is at eight was a start. Then the way his younger sister burned his coffee in the pot—the same coffee he took one sip of and spit like a geyser on the subway as he raced to work. Effectively getting it all over himself, while also earning the enraged stares of onlookers who had been in the splash radius.

As he rushed through the front doors to The Daily Bugle and slipped down the multiple halls leading to his boss’ office, he found he wasn’t the only one scheduled for a meeting.

Jameson and Betty are bent low in conversation. Betty now back from maternity leave and working her half remote half in-person schedule. Peter’s there too. Early, as always. Not that either of them has a staff job.

They share a small office space—if you can even call it that since it resembles the size, shape and smell of a dusty broom closet. Meant to only be used for editing and keeping their noses out of Jameson’s business for the most part.

It doesn’t bother Eddie. Not really. But he needs the extra money. So running in late is the furthest thing from what he wants to do in his mind. Especially as Betty and Jameson turn to the two of them upon entering and gesture for them to sit.

Jameson leans back on his chair. Balding head of hair glowing in the sun on that lovely June morning. Summer is finally in full swing. The older man runs a hand through the remaining strands and kicks his feet up on his desk.

“Brock, that’s the third time the past few weeks you’ve come in late. Get it together.”

“It—”

“And don’t say it won’t happen again, because you said that the last time as well. Yet here we are,” he grouses, rolling his eyes.

“Yes, sir,” he mumbles out, forcing himself to reign his features in.

Eddie shifts in his chair. Fingers curling in his lap, picking at a cuticle to keep his racing mind at bay. Peter passes him a half smile, lip curling at the edge. It does little to quell his dread, however.

“You’re probably wondering why I’ve brought you both here today.”

And it’s then Jameson runs through the fact one of the staff journalists has gone on to retire early and there’s now an opening. A solitary job position he plans to have filled by the end of the summer.

The two employees vying for that position being none other than himself and Peter Parker. Peter, who has been working freelance for Jameson for years now. Naturally, he’s likely the best option.

But if there’s one thing Eddie Brock knows, it’s that he’s always ready for a competition.

Back in high school and college he’d been a track star. The countless accolades he'd scored through the years still packed away somewhere in his apartment back home. Relics these days, but proof he wasn’t one to settle for second place. At no matter what cost.

The excitement of a possible staff position has Eddie and Peter buzzing in their joint space. Peter nearly falling out of his chair as the two of them settle down for the few hours of editing they have for the day.

Eddie glances at the picture of you. Of the sweet girl he met some weeks ago now who smiled at him in a way that didn’t make him feel like some sad, hollow shell of a human.

From what Peter has told him about you—and he talks about you a lot—you’ve also lost a parent. A thing no one should ever have to bond over; especially not at a young age.

He’d been twenty at the time he lost his mom. Some drunk driver had gotten behind the wheel and drove her into a guardrail on the highway.

He still remembers the flashing lights of the police cars the next morning. Just as the sun began to rise. Remembers how his sister crumpled bedside him in the doorway at the realization the two of them had become orphans.

Daddy dearest hadn’t been in the picture much after Adeline came along. Adeline often blames it on herself, but Eddie assured her there are certain people just simply not equipped to handle their responsibility. It’s a moot point by now.

He’s been the father figure in the household ever since. Making sure rent is paid, food is on the table and Adeline can continue her education at ESU and work on her acting career without having to sacrifice her dreams simply to make ends meet.

It’s why he resigns himself to the fact he needs to be the one securing the staff position. Immediately opening his laptop and getting to work despite Peter’s earnest to try and strike up a conversation.

The day, however, doesn’t let up from there. Adeline’s luckily held up between her summer class and her auditions for the local performance of Romeo and Juliet. Funnily, the same one he’s been instructed to begin interviewing for.

A smaller, community piece.

One of the many he’s been assigned as of late. Last week had been some B list celebrity wedding job. He never complained, though, as a job was a job at this point. And he’d take them wherever he could get them.

It’s when he’s back at his apartment and finds his girlfriend in a precarious situation with another man’s hand up her shirt and his mouth connected to hers that whatever was left of the day implodes around him.

Immediately, they launch off of the couch and he suddenly hates the fact he’s startled them even more. Because they’re scrambling toward him. Cindy with her bare legs and Chad with his shirt parted. Necktie askew around his neck. The belt around his waist undone.

They begin throwing out excuse after excuse as to what is and what isn’t about the situation he’s now seen. Trying to ease the aching in his chest. Because he should have seen it…right? Should have known.

Should have…something.

Their words spill into his ears. But it’s only the whooshing of his lungs that meets him. The constant beat of his heart as betrayal seeps into his veins. Cold and inky. Webbed black tendrils that cling to his lungs. Rob him of air.

It’s not what it looks like.

We made a mistake.

Eddie, can we just talk about this?

Eddie, what are you doing?!

Eddie. Eddie. Eddie.

And then the door shuts behind the man Eddie vaguely recognizes from a work party he attended with Cindy. Chad Something in finance at her firm. He feels so stupid.

Wonders how long this has been going on. Wonders how many other ‘lunches’ were like this one—and maybe even further advanced than what he walked in on. Wonders what else he might have seen were he to come home just even a few minutes later.

“What are you doing?!” Cindy shouts at him.

He’s not really sure. Somehow he’s standing in front of their shared closet and gripping numerous hangers and tossing clothing items onto the floor. Cindy’s. With her frantic eyes searching his. Fingers clutching at his arms to no avail as he tosses thing after thing onto the floor.

Anger clouds his mind. At the realization one of the very few things he has of his own were never really his after all. Sure, he has never been one hundred percent Cindy was the one…but did anyone know that for certain, really?

He’s never been the type of person to believe in a one true love. He’s seen what happens in relationships; his own parents were barely even compatible. He’s not jaded enough to think there’s someone out there for everyone. Some might call it cynicism. A hardened heart. Coldness.

He’s always thought of himself as rational.

Attachments in his life generally made people weak. His father walked out. Mother died. People coming and going into his life in the years to follow like vapor.

So why wouldn’t this be different?

He assures himself of this as Cindy’s voice echoes in his mind. Words garble together in his ears. Dancing as his eardrums ring. It’s like an explosion has gone off in his mind and he’s left to deal with the aftereffects.

And then he’s blinking rapidly. The room coming back into focus. The sheets on their bed from this morning still undone. The pillows tossed aside. Curtains parted to welcome in the sunlight. Cindy’s current read still propped up on the nightstand. So domestic, and yet meaningless to him now.

Cindy’s trembling form on the edge of the bed. Her head in her palm as sobs rattle her form. He glances down and sees the entirety of her wardrobe around his feet. Rumpled up heaps on the floor.

“Eddie, can we talk about this, please?”

When he speaks, he shocks his own ears. Emptiness greets his tone. “What’s there to talk about? That was Chad from finance—”

“Chester.”

He balks. “Does it really matter?”

There’s a pause.

“It’s just you’ve been so busy. With your job and I get that I really do…but Jameson has never made any promises about this becoming a full time job and yet you let him work you to the bone. And then when you are free you are so distant and just not there like you used to be.” She breathes in a shaky breath. “Then you’re always doing everything under the sun for Adeline—”

“She’s my sister, Cindy. I’m all she has.”

“I understand that. But she’s not a little girl anymore. You’re allowed to do things for yourself too, you know?”

“That’s not even an excuse, Cindy.”

“No. It’s not. And honestly a part of me has been feeling this way for a while now,” she says, coming over to curl her hands around his shoulders. Eyes locking with his own.

“Is that so?” He asks quietly.

A curt nod follows. “I just…feel like you don’t see me anymore. Like I’m here but you don’t really need me to be. You have to feel it, too; that this isn’t working out.”

She waves a finger between the two of them. Drawing a line in the stand. She’s right, in a sense. He supposes it hasn’t been working out.

“I want a future. I want something stable. And I don’t think you’re looking for either of those things right now,” she continues, glancing down at the ground between them. “I just got that promotion at work and I, uh, am going to be working more anyway. I think moving closer to there would also be beneficial—”

“I get it.”

She bites her lip. “I thought about it for a bit. Moving out. And then that thing with Chester…you have to believe that was a one time thing. It was a mistake and I regret every second of what you saw. I’ve just felt myself pulling away for weeks now. I should have said something.”

“It’s okay.”

It’s not but the rest of his words die in his throat. The energy for them flitters away into the wind like a bird taking flight. His chest stops that aching and settles into a dullness. An emptiness.

He’s felt it before. So bottomless. Fathomless. A cavern within his own self. The place he recedes to in his mind when reality proves to be too much. It’s comforting. He’s always found comfort like this.

It drives Cindy mad. Her features dropping at the realization he’s not going to say anymore. There won’t be some grandiose fight. No final argument. No begging her to stay. There aren’t to be any declarations of undying love—though he’s not sure she cares to hear them now.

“That’s all you’re going to say?” She asks, mouth agape.

“Yup.”

The ‘p’ pops on the end. Shatters the otherwise silence blanketing the room. Cindy nods her head in her defeat—deciding to not prod him any further. He feels himself move further into the recesses of his mind as Cindy rushes to gather her things around the room.

There’s no words as she grabs her things and tosses them into a suitcase except for the shuffling of her bare feet against the floors.

“You know, you’re a real asshole, Eddie Brock.”

He supposes he is.

“Is that all, Cindy?”

And then there’s only silence.

He finds he likes it best this way.

…

You’re invited to the auditions for the cast of Romeo and Juliet. You hadn’t expected it to happen, though you’ll never look a gift horse in the mouth. Two weeks into auditions and the cast is solidified. And it just so happens two weeks into auditions you meet Adeline Brock. All sweet around the edges in a good way that makes your heart tug in your chest.

She’s twenty, the tells you. The younger sister of none other than Eddie Brock himself. You can see the resemblance immediately in that dark head of hair and saccharine sweet smile. Only her eyes are darker whereas his resemble the blue sky above. She’s lovely; you tell her as much as Eddie eventually stumbles into the theater, tripping on the step at the side door entrance before catching sight of the two of you.

He runs over, a little out of breath, and swoops in to give you a hug. You’re momentarily blindsided by it, wobbling slightly on your feet before his hands come up to reposition you. Adeline reaches to grip his forearm next, her dark eyes wild with her excitement.

“I got the part!”

“Of course you did, Ads. You’re amazing. I told you you would.” He grunts as the short brunette slams into his chest, arms locking like a vice around his waist.

Eddie glances over his shoulder to take you in, grinning broadly. “Such a small world, isn’t it?”

“Truly,” you admit. “But honestly, Adeline has a wonderful stage presence. You’re going to be an amazing Juliet.”

“You think so?” The girl asks, separating from her brother to regard you.

You smile sincerely. “Absolutely.”

Eddie turns then, saying, “Hey, uh, can I talk to you? For a second.”

“Oh—yeah, sure.”

You splutter the words as Adeline runs toward the already casted Romeo who she chemistry tested with earlier that evening. Once alone, you walk the perimeter of the theater with Eddie. Click your phone locked as a text from ‘Roomie’ pings across the screen.

“How’s it going?” You ask, nudging the man beside you with an elbow.

“Good. Great…honestly?”

You shake your head. Snorting. “No. Lie to me.”

“Crappy. Shitty. Disastrous.”

“That’s better. What happened?”

“Walked in on my girlfriend cheating on me, for starters.”

“Oof. I’m so sorry.”

He shrugs. “It wasn’t working for a while. Her words. But it’s true. We were basically glorified roommates for a while there.”

Your fingers tap along your skirt. “Still sucks. But I’m assuming that’s not all of your day, which sucks even more.”

“Jameson has an opening for a staff job. Don’t know if you heard about that yet.”

You nod. “Peter texted me earlier today about it. I take it this has you a little stressed?”

“I woke up late on the first day of the next few months I need to prove to Jameson I deserve that job. I…uh, know this is awkward to be talking about because I’m sure you want your boyfriend to get that job and I’m his direct competition and all—”

“I get it, Eddie. You want this, too.” You clasp a hand around his forearm.

His eyes dip toward the connection point, then shift to the girl currently bent low giggling with her cast mate. You don’t miss the way his breath grows shaky. Those blue eyes of his misting over. The rims darkening into a reddish tint.

“She means a lot to you.” You whisper the words.

“I’m all she has. And…she’s all I have. I need to be able to provide for her. I don’t want her to have to struggle the way I did. I just want her to follow her dreams and finish school, you know?” His eyes search your face. You feel your heart twist in your chest.

“Can I ask—I just mean—”

“My dad wasn’t really in the picture ever. And that’s fine. There was a time when I had tried to rebuild that bridge. But soon realized that I shouldn’t have to force someone to want to be in our lives and that we’d been doing okay on our own for so long and we would continue being so,” he says, glancing down at his shoes. “My mom died a few years back now. Drunk driver drove her off the road. Ads was pretty young so I became her legal guardian. It’s rough but we make it work.”

“Eddie,” you whisper.

Feel the memories of your own loss come rushing back into the forefront of your mind. Flashes of those moments when you found out. Of the crashing reality slamming down onto you. Burying you in the weight of grief. Peter clutching you to his chest as sob after sob ripped from a raw throat.

“I’m so sorry. I…lost my father a few years back. A stroke.” He whispers his condolences and you continue, “But for you to do it on your own. I can’t even begin to fathom. If there’s anything I can do to help. Adeline told me she took the subway here. Maybe I can pick her up now and then?”

“I’m sure she’d like that. She seems to have taken a liking to you already.” He smiles. Sniffling back unshed tears. “Probably that teacher quality about you.”

“I am a teacher,” you remind him.

He laughs. “I didn’t mean to bring the mood down like that. You barely know me.”

“But I thought we were friends.” You pout mockingly.

“We are friends. I just mean…my intention wasn’t even to give you my sob story. I really just wanted to thank you. Adeline has wanted to act since she’s been able to walk.”

You laugh. “No need to thank me. I’m basically a glorified assistant. Just being here is a dream realized from my dad. He was a well-known professor. Dabbled in theater as well. It’s sort of my way of honoring him, I guess.”

“It’s sort of like me raising Ads in a way. My mom hadn’t expected her, to say the least. But I think after my dad left shortly after she was born she brought my mom so much hope and she has done that for me as well.” Eddie exhales lowly. “Adeline is literal happiness in human form. I don’t really deserve her, and yet she’s the best thing in my life.”

“And this job. That’s your dream, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Yes.” He rubs a hand along the back of his neck. That assuredness he always holds slipping for a moment. “For as long as I can remember.”

You understand it then. The important of the job. Not even the job, truly. Just the meaning of what it implies. For eight years now he’s been the sole provider of a young girl. Has taken on the responsibility of fatherhood for a twelve year old at the time. Sacrificed his own dreams to make sure she would be able to follow hers. And even still continues to do so just so she can sleep with a roof over her head and food in her belly.

This job would be substantial for him. He’d be able to do so much more for not only her but himself as well. That doesn’t slip your mind.

Not even as you think back to Peter’s text earlier today. About how the job would mean the two of you might be able to afford something better in the city. Money that would further solidify your plans for the future. For your family you dreamed about only a little while ago now with him. Peter had been so excited by the prospect.

But a larger part of you can sympathize with the man standing before you. Intent only on his sister’s needs and making sure she’s put above everything else.

“Then Jameson knows best.” You say, offering him a smile, shoulders shrugging.

He shuffles his feet awkwardly on the carpeted floor. “You want to grab ice cream with Ads and, uh, me? I told her we’d grab some later today.”

You reach into the pocket of your maxi skirt. Glance down at the photo of you and Peter on the screen and hold it aloft.

“Peter and I have a gender reveal later for our best friends. Rain check?”

He dips his head. Those blue eyes crinkle around the corners as he glances over to his shoulder toward Adeline. “Next time, yeah. Thanks again.”

“I’ll text you. About days you might need me to take Adeline home?”

Another one of those soft smiles curls his lips. “Will do. Thanks again. Means a lot…to the both of us.”

An hour later, as Peter enters the apartment to find you dressed and ready for date night, his form crosses the room and broad arms pull you against a solid chest. Lips pressing to yours ever so slightly as he looks into your eyes. Your fingers reach up to brush the dark locks from his eyes, the etches brushing tantalizingly against your forehead.

“You need a haircut.”

“Haircut schmaircut.”

“To think you’ll be twenty-seven in two months.” You tease.

Smirking lazily as his hands move to cup either side of your hips before lifting you up and onto the island. You part your legs enough on the counter for him to settle between them, his head coming to press against your chest as you hold him there.

“You’re being extra soft today. What happened?”

He groans. “Just stressed. I really want that job. But from what I know about Eddie, he really wants it too.”

You exhale loudly. Press your cheek against the top of Peter’s head. “I know. The job would be great for you. And I may or may not have daydreamed about a bigger space for us. Maybe an extra bedroom or two?”

“For…” He tips his head back to look at you. Curiosity swims in those dark eyes.

You shrug. “Oh you know? Maybe an office for me.”

“An office.”

“Mhmm.”

You grin wickedly down at him as his hand comes up beneath the skirt of your dress and begins stroking slow lines across your skin. Feel your heart stutter as he reaches a hand up to brush a hair back behind your ear before kissing you slowly. Thoroughly. Like he’s a starving man seeking satisfaction.

You slide closer to the edge of the countertop, thighs curling around his waist to draw him closer still. Gasp as the strap on the dress slides down and his lips move to ghost along the flesh there.

“I do feel bad for Eddie, though,” you say, pulling away from Peter after what feels like an eternity of wading through breathless blissfulness.

“Annnd I’m suddenly no longer turned on.”

“Pete,” you warn, arching a brow. “Be nice.”

“I’m kidding, of course.”

He helps you down onto one of the stools situated around the island and begins shrugging out of his work clothes as you speak. His footsteps march down the hall toward the bedroom, your fingers tapping an unfamiliar beat onto your thigh.

“He told me about his mom. Basically his dad bailed when him and his little sister were younger. He’s been her legal guardian ever since she passed,” you say, brain almost sliding out your ears at the never not exciting sight of Peter’s torso on display.

“Hey, sweetheart?” He says.

You swallow. “Uh huh.”

“I’m flattered and all, but you’re catching flies with your mouth open like that.”

At this, you splutter. Cheeks burning. But honestly, how in the world does one focus with all of Peter just standing there like that?

“What was I saying?”

“We were talking about my coworker. Yes…so, I feel bad about it all too. He’s a good guy.”

“He is.” You nod. Smooth your palms around your skirt. “Can we talk about something else now?”

Your gaze drops back down to his chest as he walks toward you. Lowers his mouth against the hollow of your ear, hand curling around your knee and parting it where it rests on the stool.

“Can you text Leah that we will be a little late?”

His eyes darken around the edges. Stomach quivering at the way his finger strokes a slow pattern along the inside of your thigh that makes your head spin. Trembling as he drops down onto his knees before you and toys with the fabric of your skirt.

“Why will we be late?”

He proceeds to show you exactly why.

…

“You have that goofy look on your face.”

“Which one? There’s many.” You ask, walking alongside Peter as you make your way toward the restaurant where Leah and Lukas are hosting their gender reveal.

“The one that you make after you’ve done something you shouldn’t have.” He presses a kiss to your temple.

“Nothing about what we did back there was bad.”

Your chest flutters at the memory of heated lips. Of languid kisses. Of your fingers curling into his palm against your pillowcase. Of climbing to the highest peak with him before falling over the edge. Panting against his sweat-slick skin as you dropped down against his chest and allowed him to hold you there before the two of you remembered the time and the obligations you had for later that evening.

“No, that’s not what I’m saying at all. I’m talking about that envelope you have in your hands. It looks tampered with.” He gestures to what you’re holding.

The envelope with the sonogram picture in hand that says what Leah and Lukas are having. There are countless cupcakes Peter picked up earlier that evening in a carrier in his arms. Each meant to be regular vanilla cake within, except for the one which should be either pink or blue depending.

Leah had wanted to keep what the baby was from everyone. Including you. The responsibility of the whole ordeal being handed over to none other than your smirking boyfriend beside you.

Traitors, the both of them.

“You promised you wouldn’t open it when I gave it to you to hold onto.”

“Well, you see, that’s basically akin to dangling candy in front of a baby. So when you gave me the envelope I genuinely tried to not look inside. But then it starting calling my name,” you explain.

Peter snorts. “It started calling your name?”

“Yes. And naturally I had to answer that call.”

“Naturally,” he concedes.

“Then my hand just slipped and the sonogram might have fallen out.” You wave your hands in the air to illustrate the whole event.

Peter only laughs at your side. “Did your eyes slip too and happen to read what it said?”

“They did. Tragic really.”

“I can’t even stay mad at you when you look at me like that—”

“When I look at you how?” You snark out, grinning fiendishly.

“Your eyes grow double in size and you bat your eyelashes at me. It’s my weakness,” he teases, shoving you slightly.

“I may or may not have seen the results,” you admit.

“Sweetheart.”

His face grows serious. Those brows knitting together on his forehead. Mouth a taut line. He can’t be that mad. After all, he left you alone with the envelope in the first place. How could you not look?

“You better not say anything to anyone.”

And the two of you are laughing. Bent low together as you make your way through the busy city streets. Feeling like you’re on cloud nine as the group gathers around the restaurant table and begins biting into the endless sea of cupcakes. Until Peter finally shouts he’s got the pink icing inside.

You’re swept up into Leah’s arms as the room erupts into excited cries of it’s a girl. Your own eyes burning as tears roll down your cheeks. Peter’s kissing you soon thereafter. The sweetness of icing coating your lips even long after Leah and Lukas later bid everyone goodnight.

You’re still on cloud nine as you walk hand in hand with Peter back to the apartment. Heart tugging as a street lamp illuminates the silhouettes of Eddie and Adeline sitting together on a park bench. The two of them talking to one another as they scoop their ice cream into their mouths.

Peter calls your name as the two of them wave. You follow him happily, yet you cannot shake the image of the Brock’s. Of their eloquent sadness and the way they fight on. Question how a world could be so cruel to take not only one but two parents.

Knowing somehow…someway deeply within yourself that yours and Peter’s lives will be intertwined with theirs. Despite anything either of you might do to fight it.

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