Title: Total Eclipse of the Heart Fandom: Naruto Genre: Romance Ship: Kakashi/Sakura Characters: Haruno Sakura, Hatake Kakashi Word count: 1,049 Triggers(s): – Rating: T Additional Tags: Soulmates AU, Fluff Summary: Sasuke smells like dusty books and winter, things that Sakura loves and Sasuke is the only one that Sakura could smell - if she disregarded sweat and blood, every shinobi in Konoha smelt of those two frequently.That is, up to the point where Sakura meets her new sensei. Nothing, not even her auntie’s tales on when she met her uncle, could have prepared for his scent.
In academy, Ino and Sakura had bickered frequently over Sasuke’s scent. Only soul mates produced a smell strong enough for them to smell and since both of them could smell Sasuke, it made sense that one of them was his soul mate.
Sasuke smells like dusty books and winter, things that Sakura loves and Sasuke is the only one that Sakura could smell - if she disregarded sweat and blood, every shinobi in Konoha smelt of those two frequently.
That is, up to the point where Sakura meets her new sensei. Nothing, not even her auntie’s tales on when she met her uncle, could have prepared for his scent. His smell is like dust motes on a sunbeam, lazy Sundays at home and safety. His smell is like her auntie cooking curry while Sasuke is more of a faded scent.
“Uh, Y/N, you okay?” Sam asked as you stumbled a bit on your way to set down the bottle of tequila you’d been drinking from.
“I’m great, Sam.” you winked as you gathered yourself before walking over confidently and swinging a leg over his lap so that you could straddle him- “have I ever told you that I like you, Winchester?”
“I uh-” Sam was at a loss for words until you grabbed the sides of his face and and crashed your lips into his; it took him a moment, but in no time he was melting into you and wrapping his arms around you.
Headcanon: Sam liked to wear Dean’s clothes. They might have been over five sizes too big on him, but he loved to be swimming in them, loved to be enveloped in a scent that was distinctly Dean - all musk and smoke and leather and liquor and motor oil. He loved to be smothered in the leftover warmth from when Dean wore the clothes, because even if John claimed they were too old to be huddled up together, it was still as if Dean had his long arms wrapped around him, holding him, keeping him safe, and protecting him from the world.
Title: Our Souls Are The Same⇐link to main story Scene: 2, Waking Up Pairing/Relationship: Yamada Ryosuke x Reader Rating: NC-17 Warnings: NSFW, Erotica, Explicit Genre: Romance, fluff, cute newlyweds, first
time Type: Collection
Summary: Two sweethearts finally married, and off to
You blinked, the sunlight from the windows bright in the room, rolling from your side onto your back, raising your arms above your head, stretching your spine in the catlike way you do every single morning. Except today…something felt different, “Ow, ow, ow…” you murmured, your hands moving to touch your abdomen, and then slowly things start filtering through your mind, pictures and visions and sounds and feelings and, “Oh my God!” you whisper, feeling the heat rise up your chest, cheeks inflamed when you think about last night.
12 meets 13 and doesn't know who she is, when he eventually realises who she is then he starts to ask questions. She of course doesn't answer him. She'll tell him to guard the vault and then he asks her is it worth it again she'll be the Doctor and won't answer...
“I know who you are,” he confessed to her, some considerable time after she commenced lying to him in a desperate bid to avoid just this situation happening. Of course he’d known. Of course he could tell. She’d underestimated him, as companions and foes alike were wont to do, and now she found herself blinking at him in stupefied, mute embarrassment, fighting the urge to blush. That was new. She’d never much been one for blushing before - not when she was him, anyway. The one with the bow-tie was another matter entirely. “You shouldn’t have tried to lie.”
They were sat on a park bench together, both of them pointedly looking dead ahead to avoid the kind of awkward eye contact that comes with conversations holding such gravitas. “Sorry,” she mumbled, looking down at her clasped, unfamiliar hands, and dimly noting that her nails needed cleaning. She’d never worried about that before; never had to. “I just… spoilers.”
He chuckled at the familiar phrase, as she knew he would. “You know, River’s going to be thrilled.”
“Oh, I’m sure you can do something clever,” there was the barest hint of pride in his voice; pride at the notion that his future self would have the ability and the means to do what he could not. Pride, yes, and a hint of sadness. “Send her my love.”
“I will,” she promised numbly, because now it was on her to do something to pass that message along, and they both knew she couldn’t - and shouldn’t - do that. They also both knew that she absolutely would. “When is this? For you?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” he shrugged, waving one hand dismissively. “I lose count.”
“Clara?” she enquired tentatively, because she needed to know, and not just for spatio-temporal reasons.
“Is at school, why?”
She shook her head, the tiniest motion, then realised he wasn’t looking at her. “Don’t want to shock her,” she lied, mouth dry. “That’s all.”
“I’d ask you when this is for you, but you’ll only lie,” he looked at her then with a sly smile, his eyes full of an unspoken fear for the future. “Is it bad? The change?”
She frowned a little, worrying her lip as she mulled over the question, wondering what his definition of the term ‘bad’ would be. “Not overly. It’s mostly the discombobulation you’ve got to watch out for. Sudden boobs. That kind of thing.”
“Learning how to fly this thing,” he teased, and she smiled by way of response, remembering the phrase the first time around. “Can you tell me anything else?”
“No,” she sighed, feeling a pang of regret that she couldn’t warn him of the pain to come. “I’m sorry, but you know I can’t. Just… be you. Just enjoy being you.”
“I intend to.”
“Good,” her shoulders slumped guiltily, and she mumbled: “Remember the ones you love, and move mountains for them.”
She nodded curtly, getting to her feet before the remembered grief of her past incarnation could catch up for her and render her immobile and wordless. “Not that you’ll remember me saying that, but never mind.”
“Are you leaving already?”
“Let’s not mess with the timelines any more than necessary,” she offered him a tight smile, then shook him by the hand in an oddly formal way. This body wasn’t adverse to touch, but she remembered how much he loathed hugs. Well. Hugs, except for those from-
No, she wouldn’t think about Clara. She couldn’t.
“See you around,” she forced herself to say, with a half-upturned smirk that her facial muscles dimly recalled learning from him. “Doctor.”
“Doctor,” he nodded in acknowledgement and she stepped away, heading back to the TARDIS with her head down. She could already feel her memories of the encounter fading, and as she stepped into the console room her dour mood lifted and she beamed at the time rotor.
Knight of the Night (Modern Superhero/Vigilante Au!Matt)
A/N: I missed Matt. That’s about it. I hope you like this because I really would love to continue with this. By the way, it’s kind of long, about 2k words. I decided to be more detail oriented and take my time. Tell me if you like it. (Sorry I’m bad at summaries as well). And shout out to @stressedoutkylo who helped me with the name of the school lol. And She’s No Angel is about to come back Round 2! Just wait.
Summary:Matt Organa-Solo, a 21-year old psychology student at Academia: University of First Order. He was the only child of Senator Leia Organa-Solo and Retired Chief of Police Han Organa-Solo. It was a problematic community, but not as terrible as some other towns and colleges. But somehow, he always found himself always somehow saving one someone, literally. After a crazy night, will Matt dare venture to become the hero this place needs?
(The reader will be introduced in the next part. We just need some personal time with Matt.)
It wasn’t that you lived in a terrible neighborhood. It’s just that, the criminals outsmarted the police. And something needed to be done about it. And this is where Matt came into play. Matt Organa-Solo, a 21-year old psychology student at Academia: University of First Order. He was the only child of Senator Leia Organa-Solo and Retired Chief of Police Han Organa-Solo. Unlike what everyone thought the life of the son of two of the most powerful people in town would be glamorous and adventurous, but it really wasn’t. Matt’s parents were divorced, his mom was in D.C. constantly and his father had run to Anguilla where he was living a single man’s paradise with his Uncle Lando on a mid-life crisis “boys trip”. Not to mention he had to deal with his awkward looks from his rather prominent nose, blond curls that didn’t quite match his thick brown eyebrows and deep set brown eyes. He was gangly yet very broad and brooding and he always thought his hands were abnormally large, even for his frame.
So I lied I ran out of ideas today so all of a sudden I was like ‘pick a color and use that as a prompt’. And so this happened.
The sky was purple like a bruise when they left Dragonstone to head North.
It was almost funny to see the way that the Queen and her advisors talked about his home-they always seemed to say it with a capital N, North, reverent and mystical. Maybe to them it was. They were mostly Essosians; he wouldn’t have been surprised if they’d gone their whole lives without seeing snow.
He wondered how they would take to it, particularly the Queen. Probably not well.
The boat tossed at anchor in Dragonstone’s ports, surrounded by the wreckage of other ships from the battle only a few days before. But that had been before; before they realized what was at stake, who their true enemy was. The royal flagship had been nearly destroyed; he could see the Ironborn shipbuilders scuttling in and out of it looking impossibly small against its bulk, repairing massive holes gashed in its sides by Euron’s fleet. They were taking the second biggest ship, the Visenya, instead-and altogether he wasn’t displeased with it. He had more than enough space to unpack in his quarters, and a small window overlooking the roiling sea.
Both sky and sea roiled, like his stomach as he thought about what they might see when they headed north. What could be waiting for them at Winterfell, or beyond? And even with what dragonglass they’d managed to find on Dragonstone, he doubted there would be even close to enough to stop the Walkers.
Dany stood next to him and he was surprised, as he always was, to remember how small she was compared to him. But she stood straight and tall, watching expressionlessly as her castle-her home-grew smaller and smaller in the distance. She inhaled imperceptibly, hands tightening around the ship’s railing while the wind tried to unravel her carefully braided hair-and he got the feeling that he sometimes did when he was around her, that she was a million miles away from him.
His heart jumped at the thought of going home again, while she was leaving hers.
He wanted to say something, to say that they would be back, but he didn’t-knowing better than anyone that might not be true. Not when he’d seen what he had. And he didn’t like to make promises he couldn’t keep.
So he didn’t say anything. He just stood beside her as the Blackwater loomed in front of them-and then they were off into open water. One of the dragons let out a soft cry as they flew overhead, wings beating in time with the flapping of the sails-as if they too knew the seriousness of the moment.
When they rounded the corner and left the bay, he couldn’t see the castle at all.
“What are you talking about? I am very mature.”
“It-it’s nothing, but my favourite character just died…”
Junmyeon is up on his feet the moment he hears quiet sobbing from the other room. You’re crying, he thinks to himself as his feet pad softly through the corridors so he can get to the room where the crying resonates from.
Something must be wrong.
“Darling?” He peeks around the door frame, scanning the room.
His heart clenches when he spots you on the floor in the corner of the room, knees pulled to your chest. Tears flow freely down your cheeks and that’s what compels Junmyeon to stride towards you, arms wide open.
“J-Junmyeon?” You gasp quietly as Junmyeon gathers you up in his arms, holding you close to him. His head gently rests atop of yours, and your eyes immediately close as he begin to hum.
His grip on you tightens and he gradually relaxes as your sobbing begins to decrescendo.
“What’s wrong?” He whispers at last. The two of you shift around until Junmyeon is properly seated behind you, arms and legs surrounding your frame. It’s probably Junmyeon’s favourite cuddling position, as it makes him feel bigger. Well, not literally. Bigger in the sense that he feels more confident in himself.
“It-it’s nothing.” You reach up and wipe your tears as Junmyeon tenderly kisses your head. “My favourite character just died, that’s all.”
Junmyeon stops. Oh.
“Really?” He can’t help but grin. “That’s very mature of you, darling.”
“Wh-what are you talking about?” You huff. “I am very mature.”
“Mhm,” Junmyeon hums.
“I bet you would cry your heart out too, if your favourite character died.”
Junmyeon freezes. “I would not.”
“Yes you would!”
“No,” Junmyeon says, but he knows that you know him all too well.
Random fluff mini drabble thing inspired by chats and an Anon (plus it can be considered a continuation of the last drabble I did~)
The most of the lingering “daytime” hours following Haxus’s return were spent as if he’d gotten back from a particularly lengthy mission, and there was a degree of comfort to be taken in the routine. For two hours he was confined to the medical bay, undergoing a complete checkup and having long-neglected vaccinations updated, as well as having his prosthetics and their housings replaced with what was standard for a Galra soldier– a temporary arrangement until they designed something more fitting of his position, Sendak assured him.
Upon returning to the Second’s quarters for the first time in what felt like ages, Haxus was surprised to find something sitting on his bed: sheets, luxurious, silky, and quite expensive if he had to guess, a “welcome home” gift from his Commander, judging by the note attached. He’d spent a few moments simply wrapped up in them before actually putting them on his bed, and then slipping out again to find Sendak to tell him thank you and good night.
He’d found the Kariian in his quarters just down the hall, and Haxus had to admit he looked like he was still a bit stressed as well. The larger Galra had surprised him by pulling him into the room and closing the door behind them, but it quickly faded into a sense of comfort. He wasn’t going to complain about spending the night, not after everything that had happened.
The two of them ended up curled up as close as they could get, Haxus nuzzled into the crook of his neck, and Sendak’s arm around him, keeping him held close to his chest. Purring could be heard from both of them, and Haxus had to smile at the wretched-sounding rumbling coming from his Commander, a sound that vibrated the soft-furred chest under his hands. Sleep, thankfully, came easily for once.
A few hours later, Haxus awoke just enough to cast a groggy glance around the room, a hazy “where am I?” drifting through his head before it sank in again. He was where he was supposed to be. The cold and dark of the room told him that, as did the steady breathing and quiet purring of the Kariian sleeping next to him. The cold air, the warm fur he was curled against, the lingering scent of ozone from the cybernetic arm, the dim red glow of Sendak’s eye… all of it was synonymous with home. After reaching up to grasp the other’s hand, Haxus pressed his face into the soft fur, his purring resumed as he felt himself begin to drift off again. He was back where he belonged after so long, back at his place at his Commander’s side… and nothing was going to take him from it again.
Since I’ve written 18 of them already and still have 7 in my askbox (but bed so I have powered throught he most i can for this enveing is calling), here’s a masterpost for what I have completed thus far.
Drabble Game Prompt 96. “Here, let me.” with badboy/jock!jeongguk
→ badboy football jk (warning: overstimulation, cumplay, fluff, and fuckingjeonjungkook) → 1.4k words prequel part 01 | 02
A/N: i have no idea where this came from, my hand sort of slipped, jfc what have i done
UPDATE: added the highly-requested prequel as a thank you for 1k+ notes :) make sure to check out Give and Take! It’s a similar AU to this one!
“There you go, yes, you can do it babe,” Jeongguk encourages, as you bite down on your lip.
He grins up at you as you move your hips slowly against his, finding the way you squeeze your eyes shut tightly the cutest thing ever.
“J-jeongguk I-I can’t–” you stutter, arms clutching at his bare shoulders as your movements stutter and begin to slow down. But you whimper instead at the loss of friction between your legs and begin to cry tears of frustration as you don’t know whether to continue grinding against him and chase after another orgasm or to stop completely.
He just laughs huskily from beneath you, and wipes a tear from your cheek and presses a quick peck to your chin as you make up your mind and your movements continue. His head dips down to press open-mouthed kisses against your collarbone, painting the skin there in blossoms of red and pink. “Shh,” he grates against your neck, a gentle hand coming up to stroke down your spine and settling on the curve of your hip to firmly help guide you up and down his cock. “you got this.”
He’s in awe as he watches you desperately move against him, your soft breasts and nipples brushing up against his hard chest and melting him on the spot. It’s been years since he’s met you and only a few months since the both of you finally started having sex, but he’s secretly delighted at how sensitive you are and how desperate you are to pleasure the both of you. He wants to spread you out and fuck you with his fingers and tongue and make you cum over and over until you’re screaming hoarsely or tie you down onto the bed and tease you for hours until you’re begging for him, but he smiles as he relishes in actually convincing you to top him for once.
Cause this time he’s being a little selfish and pushing the boundaries on how far he can take you because he’s currently coaxing your through your third orgasm and is harder than he’s ever been in his life as he watches you in tears because you’re desperate to reach the peak once again.
You muffle your cries in in his neck and thread your fingers in his hair as you feel the wave approaching again. “Jeongguk, ‘m gonna come,” you murmur breathlessly, making his dick clench at how fucking submissive you sound to him right now. He whispers sooth encouragements into your ear and moves his hips up to meet yours just right and grazes the spot inside of you that has you cringing and sighing into his neck as he grunts when you clamp down on him and bite gently into his shoulder to muffle your cries.
The orgasm is stronger than the last two he brought you to with his fingers and his mouth, respectively, as the feeling of his skin beneath your fingertips and the sheer rawness of his length brushing your walls makes you clamp down on his girth harder than you’ve ever come before. You cry out and clench your teeth and you’re going through your third intense wave of your orgasm when suddenly he flips the both of you over and pins your hips to his bed and begins to pound into you desperately.
His voice is strained and his hairline slick with sweat as he props himself up above you and glares determinedly into your face thats scrunched up in pleasure, moving his hips against you until he reaches his own peak. You feel his dick twitch once before he’s letting out a loud groan and a strangled cry of your name before his chest pulses for a moment and then he slumps down onto you.
The both of you are spent and you’re still crying from the overwhelming feeling of being coaxed through three orgasms, with the third being the most intense you’ve ever felt in your life, and your chest heaves from the effort it took. Jeongguk is no better, as he pulls out of you with a groan and kneels between your legs.
Taking advantage of your slumped and exhausted state, he pushes up a thigh and leans down a bit to see how his cum leaks out of your slit and grasps his cock that hasn’t softened yet with a groan. He gently holds the base of his sensitive member and collects the cum that’s already oozed out onto your thigh with his tip before pushing it back into you.
You let out a strangled cry, a hand coming up to your mouth so you can muffle your cries, and another desperately clutching onto the wrist holding onto your thigh. He pauses, glancing up at your expression and waiting for you to push him away, but a slight movement of your wrist draws your thigh higher up and his hips a bit closer to you. Grinning, he grasps his softening cock once again and drags his tip from your upper thigh back into your slit, massaging his own cum into your center.
When he’s completely limp and cringing himself from the overstimulation of pushing himself back into your pussy, he drops your thigh and climbs back up, whispering sweet things into your ear.
“Baby, you were so good,” he coos, smoothing back your hair and wiping leftover tears. “You deserved that, you were so hot. Here, let me,” he gets a warm towel from the restroom and wipes down your thighs and core before dressing you in his t-shirt (a sight which he’ll never admit he absolutely loves) and pulling on a pair of boxers before climbing into bed with you and pulling you into his chest.
“I loved it.”
You hiccup, breath short from the sensitivity but also from your tears. “You did?”
And he thinks its the damned cutest thing ever, how even if you were an innocent girl he’d never thought he’d date, you suddenly turned into a sex starved shyer version of yourself because of him, and then returned back to the sweet blushing one he’d fallen in love with even after hours of rough sex and the dirtiest things. It absolutely fucking thrills him and makes his dick so hard whenever he brings you to too many orgasms, when you reach the point where you dont know whether to stop or continue, or to cry or kiss him. He’s had his fair share of flings and sexcapades, but he knows that the only girl who’s ever made him so whipped, the only girl who’s gotten Jeon Jeongguk wrapped around her tiny little finger, is you.
You who he began to tease and flirt with as a joke, but ended up falling so damn hard for you after just a partner project where you ended up sympathizing with him and treating him like a real fucking human being, and not the football athlete that everyone worshipped and expected so much out of. You who always looked at him, past his body and face and extracurriculars, and into his soul and really truly understood who he was at the core. You who drunkenly kissed him one night underneath the stars and you who’s cheeks went furiously red when he kissed you again in front of the entire school. You who weren’t afraid of telling him when he was being too cocky or just a dick, and made sure to keep him in check, to the point that his teammates were commenting on what a kind softie he was becoming.
And finally, you who he found himself hopelessly irrevocably in love with.
And he looks down at you, with your bare face that’s not really anything special. Eyes, nose, and lips that are average, hair that’s common, and a body that others will say they’ve seen better. But its the way you look at him with your eyes that makes him love you. The way you press your nose against his neck when you cuddle with him and the way you shyly move your soft lips against him when you kiss him goodbye. It’s the way your hair feels like absolute silk underneath his fingers when he runs his hands through them when you’re asleep, and the way your entire body literally lights up and bends at his will and his only.
Those are the things, amongst many, that made the high and mighty bad boy Jeon Jeongguk fall in love with you.
So he cups your face and smiles as he pecks against your lips, peppering your face with them until you giggle and shriek against his attack. Laughing, he draws you close.
GOOD END- The ideal end to my muse’s story where everything is resolved and they can live a good life.
BAD END- The bad guys win. Everything that can go wrong for my muse had gone wrong.
TRUE END- Bittersweet ending. Some things go right, other things go wrong. Some sacrifices have to be made, but most people are happy in the end.
EVERYONE LIVES- No one has to die in my muse’s story, be it for Better or for worse.
WE ALL FALL DOWN- No one is safe in the end of my muse’s story. Everyone important to the story has perished. This can include your muse or not.
WENT DOWN IN HISTORY- Your muse’s story is passed down through the ages, sometimes being stretched or exaggerated in places until it becomes a legend told in storybooks and campfires as poems, tall tales, etc.
SECRET END- Crack. Come up with the silliest end to your muse’s story as possible.
Imagine explaining secondhand embarrassment and how we will
repeatedly watch things that cause it even though it makes us so uncomfortable.
Zorgk and Lt. Susan Manhym were assigned to be partners after
Captain Monty discovered that Private Rob was purposely feeding the Jarthinark misinformation
about the Humans for fun. The Captain
wanted every Human and Jarthinark to bond and thought that making bonding time mandatory
would be successful.
Zorgk did not see how this would be beneficial to their
treaty but they know better than to question a Human custom. Human Susan begged
Zorgk to watch her favorite Human picture or ‘movie’ as they call it. Zorgk didn’t
understand how it could be beneficial to their partnership but Human Susan was
excited and he knew that refusing would not
be beneficial to their relationship.
Human Susan spent most of the movie attempting to convince
them that Pride and Prejudice was a ‘classic’.
Zorgk decided to play along and learn much about Human Susan’s interests in
hope that they would remain friendly as having a Human enemy was more dangerous
that having a Human partner. Zorgk was fascinated at the nonsense that intrigued
Human Susan and noticed that the Human referred to as ‘Mr. Collins’ was being
decidedly annoying and rude to the ‘Ms. Elizabeth’. One of Zorgk’s eyes adjusts
to view Human Susan and her face was transformed into a cringe of painful
“Human Susan, why is your face like that? Are you in pain?” Zorgk
questioned frantically, “Do you need a medic?”
Susan laughed and waved off their concern, explaining “I always
get secondhand embarrassment watching the train wreck that is Mr. Collins. He’s
“Secondhand…embarrassment? Zorgk asked slowly.
“Yeah,” Susan paused, trying to phrase her explanation, “Basically,
when we watch something awkward, it can cause an involuntary response of
embarrassment for them, the characters. It’s a form of empathy.”
“Empathy?” Zorgk had begun to take notes that would surely
be added to the “Human Manual”, “For a fictional human?”
“Yeah, it’s like feeling and understanding what others feel,
but with the situations we watch. It
sucks sometimes, especially if we love the movie.”
“Human Susan. You have stated that this movie is a ‘classic’
which insinuates that it is revered in your society and watched by all. Your
kind seeks out secondhand embarrassment, for entertainment?” Zorgk questions, accustomed
to ever changing ways of Humans.
“No, no, no. We watch the movie for Mr. Darcy and Ms.
Elizabeth.” Susan laughs again, “Mr. Collins is an unfortunate causality we
must endure for the sake of the story.”
Zorgk sits back confused but willing to accept Human Susan’s
response. She wasn’t like Human Rob who like to spread misinformation. Susan
and Zorgk took to watching that movie every fifth sol to fulfill their bonding
requirement and sometimes they’d watch other movies. Around the fourth time
that Zorgk watched Mr. Collins possessively dance with Ms. Elizabeth or request
her hand in marriage, Zorgk finally understood. Mr. Collins was a walking train
person: *walks in on peter and yn* HA I KNEW YOU GUYS WERE HAVING SEX // yn is just sitting next to peter and reading a book. yn turns to peter, "we're having sex? dude, why didn't you tell me?"
Peter Parker x (f)Reader x Brother!Flash
A/N: jadyn and i talked about this and i was like yooo imagine flash is your brother and he does this and she told me to do it. so i did.
You sat on your bed, next to your boyfriend, Peter Parker. While you were reading your new book, Peter was doing homework to try and keep himself awake. He was running on very little sleep because of how late he has been staying up lately, waiting to see is Mr. Stark needs him for any last minute missions.
Of course, you know about Peter being Spider-Man. Honestly, it’s not that hard to figure out. Plus, after you two started getting close, he told you. Partially because Ned hated being the only one who knew, partially because he trusted you. Well, he also forgot that your brother is Flash, the person who torments him.
Flash knew you two were dating, which only made teasing Peter even more fun for him. Peter still hated, but when he’s dating you, the teasing never stops.
It was quiet in your room while you both did your individual work, but you checked up on Peter from time to time to make sure he was still among the living. Which most times he only replied “only on the outside.” For some reason, was painfully hilarious.
After an hour of sitting next to each other with very little talking and a few little grunts when either of you shifted, the door was being thrown open.
“Ha! I knew you guys were having sex!” Your brother pointed at the two of you on the bed. It started with an excitable look on his face, then after realization, his smile faded into embarrassment.
You looked to Peter who was already looking at you with confused eyes. “We’re having sex? Dude, why didn’t you tell me? I would have at least put my book down!” You joked back.
“Oh, yeah, and I would have put my homework on the floor,” Peter laughed, both of you looking at Flash.
“But…I could have sworn,” Flash groaned.
You rolled your eyes so hard that you thought they were going to fall out of your head. “Where did you even get the idea that we were having sex? It’s been quiet for about an hour…wouldn’t you think you would have known?” You laughed a bit, then looked between Peter’s flustered face and your brother’s confusion. “Maybe you should just walk away, close the door, and we’ll all forget this happened. ‘Kay?” You smiled.
“Okay, (Y/N),” Both Peter and Flash replied at the same time, and Flash closed the door. Peter knew he didn’t have to agree, but he was so used to it that he involuntarily agreed with Flash- which would most likely never happen again.