pairing: peter parker x reader
words: 1.1k
summary: your issue with procrastination leads to another late night. lucky for you, you have your own superhero
notes: college!peter, established relationship, fluff, comfort, slight angst if you squint
a/n: started this when i was going through it during the fall semester and since im home for winter break i decided to revisit it and finish! new year new me or whatever. very self indulgent, let me know what you think!
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Staring at the screen in front of you, the blinding light bounces off the lenses of your glasses. The words on the provided pages began to melt together, forming an almost incomprehensible jumble of letters.
Your eyes squeeze shut before opening again, only to shut once more a moment after. You slide your glasses off your face and rub at your eye, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you do so.
“(Y/n), honey,” you hear from behind you, “time for bed, don't you think?”
“Huh?” you respond, your brain needing a moment to catch up. You turn to see Peter sitting on your bed, his back against the wall as his own textbook is tossed to the side, still open on a page of science mumbo jumbo you couldn’t piece together if you tried.
“Right yeah, just let me finish this chapter,” You mumble, giving him a sheepish smile before turning back towards your laptop. In response he lets out a grumble of acceptance. There's a hint of an amused smile dancing along his lips — one that doesn't seem as though it'll disappear anytime soon.
He admires you, really.
It's a nasty habit that you have, unintentionally putting things off as long as you can possibly get away with. But that's exactly it: you always do get away with it, and usually with flying colors. That’s the exact reason that he just can’t manage to break it (believe him, he’s tried). Your brain doesn’t register any negative consequences or repercussions, besides maybe missing a few hours of sleep, so it remains a continuous cycle.
He doesn't understand how you do it.
What he does know, though, is that you always give in eventually.
Peter lets five minutes pass, then ten. His own work finished and now long forgotten, he keeps a subtle eye on the scroll bar on your screen. He notices your posture, the way you turn down your laptop’s brightness ever so slightly, and how you subconsciously click your tongue against the roof of your mouth, simply to have something to do.
You’ve always been his favorite subject to study; he even says so himself. If his words aren’t proof enough, then the photos of you scattered around his own bedroom are.
He watches as you switch tabs from the academic journal to the discussion post that you’re sure everyone else has already responded to.
He lets you get maybe a sentence or two down before he stands, crossing the floor to stand behind you. He doesn’t rush, he doesn’t stalk. You don’t flinch, or even really look up, as he does so. He’s comfortable in your space as if he’s always been meant to be there.
Peter’s hand finds your rounded shoulder as he looks down at your screen, reading along as you type away.
He moves from your shoulder up to your hair so that he can gently push it out of your face. He rakes it back and begins to braid it, the constant need to move his hands evident in the way the strands twirl around his fingers.
He reaches the end just as you hit “Submit.” He drops the braid and it slowly falls apart but it doesn’t bother either of you too much. Digital confetti rains down on screen and he leans down to kiss your cheek.
“Perfect,” he smiles, “good job, love.”
You smile.
“Thanks… I could probably knock out another one real quick if I wanted to, I mean it-” you start to spout.
“Nope, not doing that,” he laughs.
“But it’ll only take 5 minutes… 10 minutes, tops.”
“You need to get some rest.”
“But-“
“Hey, come on, Bug,” he says softly, lifting his hand. “Look.”
He closes your laptop and then with a press of his fingers to his palm strings of webbing coat the top of it, encasing it against your desk. Your eyebrows furrow.
“Peter!” you laugh in shock. “What the hell?”
He takes your hand and lets you use it as an anchor as you hesitantly stand. As soon as you’re up, his arms wrap around your waist.
“It’s fine, it’ll dissolve by morning,” he halfheartedly assures you, really just glad that you’re finally done.
You grumble about it but give in, just as Peter had expected, and allow yourself to be dragged into bed. The pillow feels godlike beneath your head and the second Pete pulls the comforter up over the both of you, you let out a sigh of relief. You didn’t even realize how exhausted you were until now, and the fact that you were even considering working more seems bizarre.
You think about Peter as his arm finds your waist again. How luck you are to be truly known.
You’re face to face, but there’s no pressure to fill the air. You just observe each other quietly, letting the tiredness settle into your bones.
Finally, he speaks.
“You work too hard, y’know that?”
Just as you’re about to brush it off, he shifts and the moonlight shining in through the window catches a light bruise along the bridge of his nose. You study his face for a moment, noticing a similar one gracing his chin. Your gaze softens.
“So do you,” you say in a whisper.
His initial reaction mirrors yours, his eyes darting towards the wall before landing back on your own. He bites at the inside of his cheek.
“You don’t have to worry about that kinda stuff,” he tells you. “Really.”
“Yes, I do,” you tell him as your hand comes up to cup his jaw, opposite the bruise. Your thumb rubs gently against his skin. “I always do…”
Peter’s eyebrows pinch together, softly in the way they do when something strikes him a little too deeply. In the way he does when realization hits him, or when the weight of the world falls onto his shoulders like it so often does.
“I’m sorry,” he says earnestly, his voice gentle as though it may crack if this conversation digs any deeper.
“Peter,” you say, voice both gentle yet firm, “I think you’re amazing.”
The statement hangs in the air, the simple words a culmination of every past conversation you’ve had where you’ve shared how you view his responsibilities. The tension in his face almost disappears, and you swear he looks younger.
He pulls you closer. You lean in and let your lips gently brush the darkened skin of his chin.
“I just need you to keep coming back to me in one piece at the end of the day,” you tell him.
He smiles, an amused huff leaving his nostrils, and kisses the top of your head. He settles into the pillows beside you.
if i post a fic and get no kudos or comments in the first fifteen minutes i’m a failure and should never write again. but the moment i get 1 comment i’m the next stephen king
heyyy was wondering if you did hcs and if you did could I request dating charlie kelly ones?? i cannot stop thinking thoughts
dating charlie kelly hcs!!
a/n: AHHH i love this i have so so many thoughts!! these are like my personal hcs but i still hope these make sense and i have a good grasp on his character. i think i do after watching 15 seasons multiple times but idk. let me know! thank you and i hope you enjoy it!! <33
not my gif!
charlie absolutely adores you!! he looks at you and just has absolute heart eyes
he’s also very obsessive (to a certain extent, not like with the waitress (unless you’re into that))
when you first met, god, he was so awkward. he thought he was constantly making a fool of himself but you found him very endearing :)
sometimes still can’t believe that you’re actually together
he LOVES stealing getting you gifts whenever he can
he hangs onto every word you say so he knows your interests very well. when he sees anything related to them, wether it be a shirt, a keychain, action figures, or even just little trinkets he think you’d like, he just has to get it for you
you get little gifts for him too and he loves them. cherishes each and every one
charlie’s doesn’t really like being touched but you’re definitely an exception
especially after coming home from a long day of doing charlie work at the bar. all he wants is for you to hold him and run your fingers through his hair while some random show plays on the TV
he’s the only one who ever actually does work at Paddy’s, but if you work with the gang he 100% procrastinates just so he can spend time talking to you at the bar
always trying to get you on board with whatever latest scheme him, or the gang, has because he just always wants to spend time with you. doesn’t matter what you guys are doing
dennis often flirts with you, mainly just to get on charlie’s nerves, and you always turn him down. charlie trusts you more than he’s ever trusted anyone (besides maybe Mac), but he can’t help but still feel possessive
not a big fan of PDA but will always wrap an arm around your waist or shoulder as his little way of saying “hey back off, they’re mine”
will also brush against your arm and leave just little touches throughout the day, especially when no one else is around
not that he doesn’t like showing affection in front of others!! he’s not like embarrassed or anything. in fact, he loves showing you off
he would just rather save all the cuddly stuff for when you guys are alone, away from the worries of the world
i feel like one of his main love languages is definitely acts of service.
oh you’re afraid of spiders? he’s immediately squashing them with his shoe the second he sees one in your apartment
will try to make you dinner. it usually goes fine but if he ends up burning it then, hey, it’s the thought that counts. you’re still super appreciative and give him a hug and kiss, before ordering take out for the two of you
anything he can do for you, he will do for you. even if it’s something as simple as getting you a beer from the fridge after a long day
if you’re always sleepy in the morning, he knows that about you. when you tiredly get out of bed, forced to start your day, he’ll wrap an arm around your waist and pull you back into bed. he’ll mumble something about a few more minutes and the two of you just stay in bed for a while, content in each other’s arms.
he loves to just observe you. like if you’re running around the bar, serving drinks, he’ll just watch and admire you.
the two of you absolutely adore each other. the gang teases you often but you guys don’t care. and the gang will never flat out admit it, but they’re happy for the both of you :)
little extra i think about often:
charlie has a soft spot for cats. if you happen to be a cat person too? you two are definitely going to the shelter and adopting one together
you’re content spending the majority of your time at home with just charlie and your cat. and so is he
he loves the gang, of course, but you’re his sanctuary. his safe place amongst all the chaos in his life.
spending time together on the couch, eating snacks and watching movies, with your cat cuddled up on your lap, is the perfect night to both of you <33
never requested before honestly not sure what you do and don’t write, but this app desperately needs more charlie fics imo. maybe just a cute thing where frank kicked him out of the apartment and the reader offers him a place to stay for the night? maybe she cooks him an actual home cooked meal and he’s just like . oh. my god i’m in love type deal
OMGOMGOMG
i love this so much !! BUT i was gonna write something similar for another request. is it okay if i combined this with that one? i feel like it’d be sooo cute :) lmk
pairing: Nick Miller x reader
word count: 1.8k
summary: y/n goes to the loft to find jess, needing comfort after a recent breakup. she's surprised to find that nick's the only one home
warnings: mention of a breakup, needing comfort. fluff. toxic ex + messages from said ex. jealous/protective!nick. not really proof read.
a/n: hi!! i've really been wanting to get back into writing and Nick Miller's recently infested my brain. this is my first time writing for him so i hope you enjoy it as much as i do :)
not my gif!
You walked down the streets of Los Angeles, the bright afternoon being a stark contrast to your current mood.
You couldn't trust yourself to drive right now. Not with your vision so blurry from the tears building in your eyes. Luckily, you knew the way to your friend's loft like the back of your hand.
You kept your head down and your hood up, carefully weaving between the many strangers that shared the sidewalk with you. You ignored the world for the time being. You couldn't even spare a greeting to Outside Dave when he began spouting nonsense.
You needed to see Jess. She was always there for you and she knew how to comfort you. You talked to her about everything, but you hadn't really been able to for the last few days since she's been so busy at school. You had tried to deal with everything yourself as you patiently waited for today, knowing she'd be home soon after school let out and free for the rest of the weekend.
Of course, you knew Cece was there for you too. But you couldn't go to her right now, not with this. Not yet, at least.
The elevator doors opened and you took a sharp right, making a beeline towards the apartment. You took a breath and opened the door.
They really need to start locking it, you thought.
You quickly glanced around the loft, only to see it empty. You were about to turn to knock on the door of Jess' room, before you heard the one across open.
"Finally, someone's home! So I had this idea, right, and- Oh!" You quickly turned your face back towards the floor, not wanting him to see you with your eyes all puffy. "Hey, (Y/n)!"
You knew the guys, as you were over at the loft all the time. You got along with all of them well and you enjoyed their company. You didn't want to ruin Nick's perception of you by showing a weak side of you.
"Hey, Nick. Uh, is Jess home?" You asked him.
"Nah, she's in like a staff meeting or something... (Y/n), are you okay?"
"Yeah, I-I'm fine. I just needed to talk to Jess, you know? Um, I'll get out of your hair, though, sorry I dropped in unannounced."
You turned back towards the door before a hand on your arm stopped you.
"Whoa, hold on. (Y/n), you already came all this way, just wait here for Jess to get back. C'mon, hang with your ol' pal Nicky!"
"It's okay, really. I don't wanna bother you."
"Hey, you're never a bother. Plus, when am I ever busy?"
You chuckled, "Got me there. Alright... Nicky."
"Yes! You want a beer?"
"God, yes please."
You made your way to the couch as Nick went to the kitchen. He kept his eyes fixed on you as he opened the bottles in his hand.
You were hurting and he could tell. He could see it in your slumped shoulders, your wavering voice, your leg currently bouncing up and down. He could tell by your red eyes that you tried so desperately to hide from him. You never realized, but he noticed a lot about you every time you were together.
Even if it wasn't just the two of you, you'd be the only thing he could focus on. In the loft with all his friends around, he'd immediately be drawn closer to you the second you walked through the door. He could spot you easily in a crowded bar.
It's like you had him under a spell and he couldn't break free.
He absolutely hated seeing you like this. So even though talking about emotions made him feel... weird, he'd do what he could. Even if it was just having a beer together and trying to make you laugh, he wanted to be there for you.
Nick sat next to you on the couch and handed you the ice cold bottle. The two of you sat, drank,and talked. Conversation with Nick always flowed comfortably. There was something about him that made it so easy to talk to him without getting bored. You were also very curious about his idea he had mentioned when you first arrived.
That made him feel good. He was able to, hopefully, get you mind off of whatever was bothering you. But you also genuinely cared about what he had to say. It was nice.
It seemed to just be getting later and later as the two of you opened more bottles.
Eventually, your mood had dropped again. You tried to hide it as best as you could. I mean, surely Jess couldn't be gone that much longer, right? But Nick noticed right away.
"Alright," He tapped your knee with the bottle in his hand, your attention snapping back towards him. "I'd say we got a good buzz goin'. Talk to me, (Y/n). What's wrong?"
You took a deep breath and sighed. "You know that guy I've been going out with? Derek?"
Nick nodded.
How wouldn't he know? You had met Derek on a night out a few months ago and you hit it off well. You looked so happy, immediately rushing to tell Jess and Cece about the date you had set for later that week. Nick remembered watching from behind the bar, wanting to be the one you talked about that way so badly.
You slowly circled the rim of your bottle with the pad of your finger.
"I broke up with him."
"You did?"
"Yeah. You know how people talk about, like, toxic relationships all the time? That's what it was. He wasn't good for me, and Cece had tried to warn me. But I didn't listen... I never listen."
"Hey..." Nick started, trying to find the right words. "You did what you had to. It's hard losing someone but you don't wanna get caught in a cycle that constantly hurts you. Trust me, I've been there. You did what was best for you."
"I know I did, but... it hurts, you know?" You looked up at Nick and he nodded in understanding.
His heart broke seeing the look on your face. He thought for a moment before asking, "Do you have your own Dirty Dancing, or something like that?"
You knew exactly what he was asking. Ever since you've known Jess, she'd watch Dirty Dancing after a breakup. It made her feel worse and better at times, but no matter what it let her get everything out.
"Something like that, yeah." You smiled.
Nick grabbed the TV remote off the back of the couch and held it out to you.
"Oh, no, it's okay. You wouldn't like it."
Nick merely shrugged and gestured towards the remote again. "Eh, put it on anyways," he urged you.
You gave in and searched for the movie of your choice, Nick going back to the kitchen because he insisted on making popcorn before it started. He also grabbed a few more beers.
You enjoyed sitting there with Nick, sharing snacks and listening to his commentary on one of your favorite movies. He'd make fun of the movie sometimes but you could tell it held his interest.
Even when Schmidt came home and started making fun of him, he intermediately told Nick to shut up. He wasn't bothered being seen watching a movie like this.
Halfway through, though, you heard your phone buzz. You glanced at it, wondering if maybe Jess or Cece were texting you. You hadn't realized how much time had passed since you first arrived...
"For fuck's sake," you mumbled to yourself.
"What happened?" Nick asked, his eyes flicking towards you rather than the screen in front of him.
You handed Nick your phone.
New Messages!
Derek
Leaving me is the worst decision you've ever made
You're a fucking idiot if you think you're better off without me
Fuck you
I hope you die in a car wreck, you bitch
"It's been messages like this everyday for the last, like... 3 days," you explained.
Rage clouded Nick's mind as he scrolled up to see the, even worse, messages from the days prior. How could such vile things be said to someone like you?
Nick stood up from the couch quickly and made his way towards the door.
"Wait- What are you doing?"
"I'm gonna call him," Nick said furiously.
“Nick, c'mon. I'll just block him, it’s really not that serious—”
“No, but it is! It’s exactly that serious! He doesn't get to call you an idiot! That’s reserved for me only, damn it.” He exploded, focusing on the lighter part of the message. He didn't know what he'd do if he let the worse parts linger in his mind.
You couldn't say anything as he had already hit the call button on Derek's contact. Before stepping out into the hallway, he told you to pause the movie, making you smile despite everything else going on.
The door muffled the words leaving Nick's mouth, but you could hear his tone. He was completely enraged.
He came back in a few moments later, a proud smile on his face. "Well, that's taken care of," he said as he handed your phone back to you.
You blocked Derek's number and tossed your phone to the side.
"Thank you, Nick," you said sincerely.
"No problem, no one should talk to you like that. If he tries anything, you tell me."
You nodded at his words. No one had ever really stood up for you like that...
You pressed play on the remote and leaned against him.
Jess finally came home about 5 minutes from the end of the movie. She noticed you and Nick on the couch and her gaze shifted to the TV. She looked back at you.
"Oh, (Y/n)... I'm so sorry," she said, her face dropping.
"It's okay, I'm... okay. Let me finish this and we'll talk, yeah?" You asked. Jess nodded with a sad smile, and made her way to her room.
As the movie ended, you looked at Nick. "Well?" you asked expectantly.
He tried to hold in his smile as he shrugged and said, "It wasn't that bad, I guess."
You helped him gather the empty beer bottles and he told you to go talk to Jess after.
You wrapped your arms around him tightly, taking him by surprise. He paused for a moment before doing the same.
"Thank you, Nick." You looked up at him. "For everything."
He smiled down at you. "You don't have to thank me, (Y/n). You know I'm here."
"I know," You said. You leaned up and quickly kissed his cheek before leaving the embrace and rushing into Jess' room.
She immediately patted the spot on her bed next to her, urging you to talk about what happened.
"Well, let's start with the most recent thing first," You started, looking down with a soft smile. "That crush on Nick isn't going away anytime soon..."
(feel free to use<3 the kisses ones are.. im- i-... yall better tag when u write these or else check under ur bed before sleep! :) )
lingering with your lips open, touching, but not kissing, and this one glance at their eyes and you say fuck it and pull at their collar to kiss them
heavily breathing after a kiss (damn ittitit)
gulping when they get a little too close
and not knowing how to talk or exist after they finish kissing you like they've been needing that kiss for a lifetime!!!
loosing your mind when they tilt your chin to look you in the eye
pulling them by their belt to kiss them>>
lazy kisses in the morning, that starts with a grunt as they pull you closer to them as you try to get up and lazily placing kisses all over face and ends with a hoarse whisper from them asking you to stay. fucjfuck
their mouth at your ear, whispering!!!
"give me a chance. to prove what i can make you feel." (ohmykgodks)
when they kiss you, hard, gripping, shaking breaths, fists in each other's clothes, against a wall, but they stop. and smirk, "you want that, love? i want cuddles though." and their grin is too wide, stupid and cocky and beautiful.
you're holding on by a thread and they sort of grin against your lips, mumbling, "just lose control, love."
that glance at your body with their eyes subtly widening, almost gulping as they take in your attire. fuck.
the lips are hot, soft, settling, nibbling and gasping, pulling onto each other for more and when you stop, they have their eyes closed, heavily exhaling, hair ruffled, and they look like the prettiest mess ever.
holding your hands above your head as they kiss you
going through my old works to make my new masterlist was extremely embarrassing but i also realized there's so many fandoms i've been in that i never wrote for
going through my old works to make my new masterlist was extremely embarrassing but i also realized there's so many fandoms i've been in that i never wrote for
warnings: drug use, no spoilers except for eddie, heavy kissing, v suggestive, implied smut, eddie in a pure panic, slight use of y/n
a/n: this fic is based on the text that @kylie-writes-stuff posted. i hope i did it justice. go to the end to see the actual text its based off of :)
eddie paces in his living room, rubbing his hands over his face as pure panic settles in his chest, “what the shit, what the shit, what the shit.” he mutters to himself.
he just got back from hanging out the one and only, you. something switched inside of his brain, or maybe it was yours. maybe you’re the culprit that’s making him feel this way. or maybe, just maybe you did some reverse psychology shit on him.
the way you were looking at him while you both were smoking. it was like you wanted to eat him up right then and there. you got so close to kissing him, and he got so close to kissing you.
he plays the scene over and over in his head. he brought the weed, he rolled a blunt for you and went to leave- like he usually does.
but you asked him to stay. to stay.
he couldn’t pass up smoking with you in your car. the most desired girl in hawkins- who seemed to never give anyone attention outside of your few friends. nobody knows anything about you, the new girl who moved across the country to indiana.
maybe his own weed was laced with something, that’s why he’s feeling this way.
you talked to him, had full conversations about each other’s family’s, laughed and joked around, finished the blunt, then your hand slid onto his thigh. yes, in that exact order. and then you looked up at him through your eyelashes with a look he couldn’t comprehend. one that made him sweat.
he’s had girlfriends before, but no girl has made him feel this way. his heart instantly started thumping rapidly against his ribs, your perfume overtaking his senses. before you could get any closer, he turns away from your advances. now staring out the window with his chest heaving and his breath fogging up the glass. he quickly makes up an excuse that he needed to go to another deal and got the hell out of there.
don’t get him wrong, he wanted to kiss you. you’re drop dead gorgeous, mysterious and your smile makes him swoon. he just can’t decipher if you felt the same way about him.
he decides to call you, dialing your number and hanging up a few times as he psychs himself out. “god, just fucking do it already. don’t be a pussy.” he sighs to himself.
the phone dials in his ear as he leans against the wall, breathing heavily.
“hello?” your sweet honey-like voice speaks into his ear. it makes him swoon.
“heyyyyy youuuu. it’s eddie.” he draws out his words and chuckles nervously.
“oh! hey eddie.” your voice perks up.
“so i just wanted to like let you know that you need to find a new weed guy….”
“oh… okay?” you mumble disappointedly.
“i just can’t see you anymore… uhhhmmm… it’s nothing personal, i swear. i just can’t fall in love right now and you’re like everything i love so if i see you again i will never let go of your hand.” he rambles nervously, his heart is beating so fast he thinks he might have a heart attack.
the silence from your side is sickening, it seems like an eternity until he hears a little giggle.
“eddie…” you breathe out humorously.
“y/n….?” he questions nervously.
“i think you’re already in love.” you say softly, trying to hold back your laughter.
“i think so too.” he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“can i come over?” you ask him innocently.
“please.” he almost begs.
“i’ll be there.” you chirp excitedly before hanging up.
once the phone cuts out, he hangs it back up on the wall. eddie looks around his place, just now realizing how messy it is. he scurries around, clumsily gathering all the trash in his arms to bring it to the garbage can.
“fuck, fuck, fuck. holy shit.” he curses to himself as he vigorously scrubs the dishes in the sink. once he’s finished in the kitchen, he goes to his bathroom to brush his teeth.
then there’s a knock on his door. his head snaps into the hallway, foamy toothpaste on the corners of his mouth. “i’ll be right there!” he screams out in a panic before spitting and rinsing. he jogs up to the door, smoothing down his shirt before swinging the door open.
you’re standing there, as beautiful as always, with a sweet smile on your face. “hey.”
his face drops and eyes widen as he steps to the side to let you in. “hey…” he breathes out with a nervous little grin.
he closes the door behind you as you stand awkwardly in the middle of his living room. he wants to reach out and touch your hair, and your hips... you look so soft everywhere.
then you turn to face him, the same look on your face from in your car. you hesitatingly take a step towards him, your hand lifting to wipe the corner of his mouth off. “toothpaste.” you mumble and his hands instinctively pull you closer. his ring adorned fingers rest heavy on the dip of your waist.
“can i redo that whole awkward disaster that happened in your car and kiss you now?” he mutters out, so close to you he can smell your shampoo lingering in your hair. all you can do is nod.
your arms lazily drape around his neck, one of them make a home against his jawbone as he leans down to capture your lips with his.
he tastes like mint with a hint of the drugs you were smoking earlier. his nose slots next to yours, tongue swiping against your plump bottom lip. you gladly open your mouth to allow him to deepen the kiss.
pure ecstasy erupts in your body from his gentle touches. his fists grip your shirt covering your waist, until he pulls away slightly to take a deep breath.
you catch his lust blown eyes for a moment before he dives back in for more, a little smirk crawling onto his lips and pressing into yours.
one of your hands run down his neck to rest on his chest, your fingers grip the soft fabric there in case he would pull away. you cannot get enough of him. whether it’s the drugs still in your system, or you’re just completely and utterly obsessed with him.
his pillowy lips fit amazingly against yours, moving expertly as if he’s knows your body perfectly. you have to pull back to take a little breath of your own, before lunging in for more. “woah, woah. easy there, tiger,” he stops you for a moment, his eyes taking in the sight in front of him.
eddie looks over your raw, swollen lips. his hand carefully moves up your body to swipe his thumb against your bottom lip as he cups your cheek. his big brown eyes trace over yours, noticing the slight glitter from your eye makeup that sits on your eyelids.
he almost moans from how you look up at him obscenely through your perfect eyelashes that frame your eyes, “i can’t get enough of you.” his voice is hushed as he leans forward to kiss your top lip, then moving to your bottom one.
“just so you know… i’m also in love with you.” you say into kiss, your breath hitching from your own confession. his lips travel from the corner of your lips, following your jawline and down to your collarbone. you can feel a smile on his face whenever his lips make contact with your skin.
your hand pushes through his fluffy hair, biting back a moan that threatens to escape your mouth when his teeth nip at you. “i’m glad you feel the same way. you make me really nervous.” he chuckles softly against your warm skin. the feeling of his breath makes a shiver travel down your spine.
you just hum nervously in response before he swiftly picks your body up. his hands rest right beneath your butt, sitting you on top of a table near his kitchen. now the same height, his eyes travel over your face with a cocky grin on his lips.
“so… can you still be my weed guy?” you lean back on your hands, a sly smirk on your own face.
eddie can’t help but cackle, throwing his head back- leaving you with a perfect view of his neck and adam’s apple.
“why of course. how could i not give in to your perfect lil face? an ounce here! an ounce there!” he flails his arms eccentrically before cupping both of your cheeks, squishing them gently so your lips made a fish-like face. you can’t help but laugh at him as he leans in for another kiss.
“seriously. it’s about damn time. i’ve dropped hints every time we would meet up and you were so fucking oblivious.” you mumble against his lips, and he pulls back to look at you as you continue, “tomorrow at school. you’re holding my hand, and you don’t have to ever let go.”
his eyes stare into yours before glancing down at your lips, “i like the sound of that.” he leans back in to kiss you some more, “god. i seriously cannot get enough of you.”
you could say this night went down in history of waking up every single one of eddie’s neighbors. (poor max!)
and when you walk into hawkins high school the next day with eddie’s hand in yours, it stirs up gossip amongst your fellow students.
especially because you’re obviously wearing one of his hellfire club shirts.
are u gonna write more of the corpse n y/n w Karl n Q smau? I like it lots
honestly i kinda fell out of the fandom so probably not?? i'm really sorry, i know a lot of people liked it and it was really fun to write. it's just not one of my interests anymore :/
i do have like 2 chapters in my drafts so maybe i could post those? but no i most likely won't write more :(
Hiii! I just read the Spencer wattpad one and I'm already absolutely obsessed and hooked 🤩 is so well written and I love love love the concept. Can't wait to read more, just figured I'd let you know ❤❤ PS I agree, Pat and Joe are hilarious
Thank you so much !! I'm really glad you're enjoying it
New chapter hopefully soon :) (if school stops kicking my ass lmao)
hi! i saw request were open for spencer from ink and you said send in ideas. so about about an x reader but in the silver scream universe? readers his fiancée and watching his slow decent into madness driven by his desire for revenge and his desire to protect reader. like super angsty but also romantic. it’s all good if you don’t want to right it please don’t feel bad! have a great day /night and make sure that you’re drinking plenty of water!
this is such a good prompt holy shit !!
i'll definitely try my best but keep in mind that i've never written something like this so it might take a while
thank you sm for sending something in :)
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