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Max caught my eye and shook his head in laughter. My brunette brother put in the combination of the blue-colored locker and then pulled out his English textbook and notebook. After I had opened my locker, I saw my boyfriend walking down the hallway. "Hey, Peter," I said as he stood beside me. He kissed my cheek and then unlocked his locker between me and Max's.

I could sense Flash's glaring eyes land on the back of my boyfriend's head. Max glanced at his best friend and then at Flash, who tried to open up his locker, but failed miserably as his attention was focused on Peter Parker.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes at Flash's intent gaze. Gwen Stacy walked over to Flash and helped him open up his stuffed locker. She followed his stare over to Peter. She smirked and twirled her fingers in a flirtatious wave.

I felt the blood in my body boil as I saw Ms. Blondie stare at my boyfriend in awe. She winked at him as Peter nervously looked away. Flash shut his locker with a loud bang, the other lockers rattling from the slam.

Some students whipped their heads at the sound of the bully's actions. Flash and a bunch of his friends crowded around their 'pack leader' as they all trekked down the hallway.

Midtown High's bully went out of his way to push Peter aside when they reached our lockers. Gwen's eyes clouded with anger as she saw me put a hand on Peter's shoulder, asking if he was alright.

Max sighed while watching the scene play out, almost like it was a Riverdale episode gone wrong. Gwen twirled her hair as she rushed over to the three of us. "Petey, are you alright?" she asked, setting an amorous hand on his forearm.

"Y-Yeah, I'm alright. Just Flash being an ass," Peter answered. I clenched my fists when Gwen played with the button on my boyfriend's sleeve. Max watched intently, moving his stare between Gwen and me.

The morning bell rang. Students stepped away from their lockers and headed to their assigned classrooms. He cleared his throat and then broke apart the 'Riverdale episode.'

"Alright," my brother sighed, "Peter and his girlfriend should probably get to class."

Gwen looked at me and smiled sarcastically, continuing to put her hand on Peter's arm. She moved it slowly up to the nape of his neck, playing with the pieces of his brown hair.

"No, I think I'm going to stay here," Gwen said, "Y/N can go though." I jerked my head to Gwen, steam practically radiating off of me. Max grabbed Gwen's hand and lightly pushed her away.

"Y/N/N and Peter need to get to class," my brother said, a little more tense this time. Gwen pulled her arm away from Max's grip and rubbed her wrist from my brother's grasp. Gwen huffed in annoyance, tossed her blonde hair to the side, and then made her way down the hallway.

Max grabbed his backpack and followed Gwen so she wouldn't return to Peter and me. "I'm this close to drop-kicking that blondie," I said, showing up my index finger and my thumb to demonstrate how long I had to punch the living hell out of Gwen Stacy.

Peter looked down at me and smiled, biting his lip slightly (GIF Above). I stared at my boyfriend with my mouth agape, feeling my heart skip a beat. "Don't give me that look," I said and shook my head. He tilted his head, continuing to smirk at me. "What look?" Peter replied.

"The look you give me whenever I try to be serious," I responded, setting my hands on my hips. Peter leaned down to kiss me, but the two of us were interrupted by our principal.

"Mr. Parker, Ms. Y/L/N!" she exclaimed, "Don't you have a class to go to?"

Peter closed his eyes slightly and groaned in frustration. He picked up his skateboard then put it into his locker. He grabbed his backpack and swung it over his shoulder. "And we're heading there right now," I said, giving Ms. Williams a thumbs up.

She slowly nodded then motioned her head to the end of the hallway. Peter put a hand on my lower back, leading me to our English Literature class.

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(Time Skip: After school)

The moon let out a white and silver glow into my room. Sounds of crickets and small birds rang outside the bedroom window as I sat at my desk. I stretched my arms, leaning back in my chair. Max knocked on my door and then opened it once I replied to his knock.

I looked up from the laptop. My brother gave me a tender smile and then set a plate down with a slice of pizza and some potato chips. "You missed dinner," he said after he put a glass of water beside the plate.

"Sorry, was mom mad?" I asked, looking up from the slice of pizza. He shrugged and leaned against the doorway of my room. I took a bite of the pizza and then drank the iced water. "Not really, she was preoccupied with work," Max replied. "Again?" I said, shocked.

Mom had just gotten a promotion at her office, and she was beyond excited about it. She wouldn't stop talking about how Jared - her work best friend - spent long nights after work had finished reading up on some new leads for an article they were working on.

There were three sides to our mother: the investigative journalist, a laidback mom, and a mom who says she'll kick your ass if she has to. Max grabbed some chips off the plate and then left my room with the door closing behind him.

I chuckled and looked back at my laptop. I sighed at the Statistics homework. Mr. Scott had assigned us for the day. A small knock sounded from the window.

I quickly glanced at the window and saw a flash of red. I took a double take and saw Spiderman sitting in front of the window. Peter slipped off the mask and gave a quick smile. I sighed, quickly finished my meal then opened up the glass window.

"What're you doing here?" I asked, letting my boyfriend into my room. Peter threw his backpack to the side then closed the window behind him. Without warning, Peter smashed his lips onto mine, bringing his hands up to hold the sides of my face.

I sunk into the kiss as the two of us sat in front of the bedroom window. Peter unzipped my blue jacket then tossed it to the side. I felt his hand try and reach for the hem of my favorite shirt.

I broke the kiss and looked at my boyfriend, very confused. His hands remained on my waist. I let out a small laugh and furrowed my brows. "What's with you?" I inquired. Peter shrugged his shoulders and glanced at the door.

With a swift movement, he shot a web to lock the door then quickly swiped the curtains so they covered my window that overlooked the city. Peter changed his gaze to me, shifting from one eye to the other.

"Not that I hate you kissing me," I said. The brown-eyed boy chuckled and shook his head at my statement. I leaned forward and kissed him again, his hands successfully slipping the t-shirt over my head.

Peter and I continued to kiss as articles of clothing were being thrown all over the place. The feeling of Peter's lips trailed up the side of my neck, his arms wrapping around my waist so I was pressed against his chest.

I yelped slightly when Peter leaned back and flipped me over so he was hovering over me. The same flirtatious smile from earlier this morning slowly crept on his face. "Guess who says hi?" Peter inquired, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear.

"If you say Gwen Stacy so help me-"

Peter interrupted my sentence by crashing his lips to mine, resting his hands on either side of my face, deepening the kiss. I sat up from the bed as I continued to kiss him, twirling his brown hair with my fingers. Our make-out session was interrupted by a loud knocking on my bedroom door. "Shit," Y/N said, "Who is it?"

"It's dad," my dad replied. My eyes widened at my father's response. I lightly pushed Peter off me and ushered him to hide in the closet.

He stumbled to the closet and picked up his spider suit and backpack. I closed the door behind him then slipped on an oversized t-shirt before making my way to the door. I quickly unlocked and opened it up, revealing a very confused father.

"Everything alright?" he asked.

"Yeah, yeah. Everything's fine," I said, sighing.

"I heard noises, what're you doing?" my dad asked. "I was..." I trailed, "I was watching this movie, and it had some fight scenes. Sorry, I didn't realize how loud it was." My father slowly nodded at my reply.

He looked over my shoulder and saw my bed was all messed up, along with clothing lying on the floor. My father looked back at me with an even more confused face. "I was in my bed watching it," I continued, "Listen, I'm not feeling good. So, I should probably get some rest."

My dad nodded slowly and closed the door. I sighed in relief, then turned back around to see Peter sitting on my bed, with only his boxers on. He gave me the same look he gave me earlier.

He smirked and bit his lip slightly. "If that happens again, you're going to be the one I'm going to dropkick," I said, pointing at him. He flicked his wrist, and a little webbed rope latched onto my wrist. Peter pulled me close, and the two of us fell onto my bed, on top of each other.

“Ha suck on that one Name, I win again!!” The blonde boy had thrown both of his arms up in the as he laughed heartily on his dry perch, leaving you to vainly try and shake off the water that splashed onto you, but you didn’t mind it as you may have lost on purpose a few times. You had noticed he had been really down as of late so with your limited knowledge of Redstone and semi-decent archery skills were used to make a shooting range where you had to shoot the buttons enough times to soak your opponent with water. Tommy had loved the idea and the score between the two of you was Tommy with six wins and yourself with four, keeping the scores close to not let the boy in on your attempts to cheer him up. “ I thought you were better than this with arrows?”

“I’m not that great, plus I know you have been practicing recently, your skills have really improved, big man.” You couldn’t keep the smile off your face when you saw a prideful look on his, but laughed heartily when your next shot caused a splash of water to rain down on his head and almost made him fall from his perch,” But you still have a way to go Tommy.”

The boy just shook his head, whipping the blond (and white streaked) hair whipping about and sending water everywhere and sending a few drops in your direction before playfully glaring at you,” Alright Bitch, let's make this more interesting, I want to make a bet.” The boy jumped down and made his way over and help out his hand in a shaking gesture, wide smile on his face as he waited for your response, and smiled wider when you took it,” Great loser has to do whatever the winner says no matter what for the rest of the day, first one to get twenty chicken and get back here first wins.” Tommy released your hand quickly and took off in a laughing sprint, leaving you to watch as he disappeared into the near treeline.

You could only shake your head as you took off in a sprint in the opposite direction, you may have let the boy win in your shooting competition, but you weren’t going to let him win this one. If you won, you could finally get him to wear some real clothes instead of just that Grimmy t-shirt and jeans he was always in.

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It didn’t take you too long to find twenty of the flightless birds, and even less time to dispute them with a quick arrow shot before you were ruching back to your starting point, confident you would be the first back when you didn’t see any blond hair anywhere. You quickly skid to a stop and leaned down to rest your hands on your knees to try and catch your breath, maybe you pushed yourself a bit too hard-

The cold slap of water hitting your back almost caused you to fall forwards and let out a rather undignified shriek. It only took one glance upwards to see that you had actually been beaten, Tommy was sitting up in a tree and had thrown his remaining water bucket down onto you.

His grin was wide as he threw up his arms, belting out his excitement in a hugely eager voice” I win again!!!” Oh well, you couldn’t be that mad at losing.

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You were wrong, you could be very mad at losing, especially as a certain teal potion was shoved into your hands. “Seriously Tommy, of all the things you could have made me do, this is what you want me to do.” This particular potion had started to become pretty infamous around the entire SMP and you were actually a little surprised that Tommy managed to get a bottle for himself. You had hoped to avoid having to be anywhere near it after the stories you heard, but a bet was a bet, unfortunately.

“I managed to get a bottle off of Wilbur when he wasn’t paying attention, I think he wanted to use it on Quackity but it’s his loss,” The boy just continued to look excited as he waited for you to open the bottle,” You promised to do what I said and I’m going to hold you to it,” he got a little bit of a nasty grin on his face as an idea popped into his head,” If you don’t do it… I could tell Wilbur that you were the one that took his potion.”

The thought of having an angry Wilbur coming after you made you glare at the smug blonde, but you just relented with a tired sigh. Hopefully, it won’t be that bad,” Fine you little gremlin, I’ll drink the potion.” You slowly took your other hand to pull the stopper off the bottle and looked at the teal substance, just think of it as a swiftness potion, that's all it is. You threw your head back and downed the sour liquid as fast as you could, giving a loud ugh as you finished it,” why was it spicy?” There was an underlying spice that seemed to coat the inside of your mouth and down your throat, it was a really unpleasant feeling. You gave a soft glare towards the laughing boy, chalking the taste to extra Redstone being the issue, but quickly moved to grip your pounding head, you didn’t think it would be that fast-acting. Tommy was at your side quickly and your blurry vision could see that his frame was getting larger the longer you looked at him,” It was glowstone then, that's why it was so fast.” Then you were out like a light.

Tommy was close to panicking as he watched your frame get smaller and smaller, he didn’t think that it would be this fast or that you would pass out after drinking it. It was a little amazing to see you go from your normal height down to the size of a potato laying in his palms, he couldn't stop himself from marveling at you. He was gentle as he lifted an arm or a leg, you were perfectly shrunken and seemed fine despite being out cold,” Name… wake up…., coommee onn.” It felt wrong to do anything while you were still asleep, but he decided to take a shy lick at your arm, surprised at the soft meaty taste that he managed to get. He really wanted you awake to get another taste.

You woke up when you felt a warm breeze snake across your face, eyes still a bit foggy as you tried to look at the big blue eyes hovering over you, eyes that were much bigger than they should have been,” Wow your a bigger menace than normal,” The concern swimming in those orbs quickly disappeared as relief filled them instead and you had to hold in an oof as a finger as thick as your newly sized torso poked your stomach,” Alright alright, I’m ok I promise.” You took hold of the finger and used it to pull yourself into a sitting position, amazed at how calloused and warm the digit was. You looked back up at the face again and focused your gaze more towards Tommy's mouth, and could see tiny scarring that you never noticed at your normal size,” so how are we going to do this big man, you going to take control or am I going in on my own?”

Tommy felt himself blush in embarrassment at your question, he hadn’t really thought this far into his plan, he just wanted to give this a try after Wilbur praised the feeling when he tried it with W-reader. He wanted to try it with you since you were one of the few people he trusted with his only life, and the only one he felt safe enough to test this fantasy. “ I’ll do it, just….don't move too much ok,” he sighed in relief at your nod and slid his tongue across your arm again, tasting more of the meaty flavor and humming in delight, maybe this won’t be so bad as he slowly moved more of your body into his mouth.

You grimaced when the tongue swiped up your arms, the bumpy surface much warmer than the breath that followed, but you did laugh at the pleased humm that escaped the massive maw,” I didn’t think I would taste that good,” Your insides did turn a bit watery when the mouth fully opened, spidery strands of saliva catching the sunlight and leading to the blackness of the throat before you, it was pretty spooky. You were torn if you wanted Tommy to move faster or slower as more of you went from the relatively cool air to the humid heat of his mouth, but you were thankful that the boulder-sized teeth were kept far away from you, and soon it was only your legs outside the lips and your head and shoulders were just before the base of the tongue. You took a quick moment to press at the pallet above you, amazed at how smooth and hard the warm flesh was,” You got to slick me up a bit or you're going to choke on me, I don’t even want to imagine how that death message would look.” The entire mouth rumbled with a low hum and you felt the tongue that was relatively still before jolting into life, the appendage rubbing the ever-increasing amount of saliva into your skin and clothing as the boy hummed louder at your taste. The feeling wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be, almost like a massage if you looked past the wetness and nasty sounds the tongue made as it moved around. The mouth began to tip upwards and you could feel your now slicked form starting to slide thanks to gravity, looks like you were finally going down, Lovely.

Tommy almost didn’t want to swallow you as he was enjoying your taste, but he was more worried about the swallowing itself. What if he hurt you by swallowing too hard, you got stuck and suffocated while he choked, he was scared. He froze when he felt your hand gently rubbing at his tongue, you were reassuring him again like you always did, and he wanted to hold you close to himself. He quickly took the first swallow, slightly gaging at the feeling of your upper half entering his throat but kept going, using a shaking hand to feel the lump you made as your form moved downwards and disappeared until his collarbone. “Fuuck that felt weird, why does it feel so weird.” He could feel your form clearly as you moved past his heart and lungs, almost shoving them aside as you slightly wriggled, and placed his hand over his stomach as your form got closer to it. He inhaled sharply when you were shoved inside the vocal organ, clearly feeling you flail about inside as you tried to get your balance, “Name….are you alright?”

The throat was a…. interesting experience. You felt like you were being both pulled downwards and shoved through a plush-filled straw and it felt like it took forever, it was also terribly hard to breathe as your body involuntarily twitched to try and get away from the walls. The sounds were also pretty bad as you know a headache was going to form from just going past the rapidly beating heart, the organ was so loud just from Tommy’s worry. You were almost thankful to be shoved into the stomach, even as the organ rumbled at your presence and the walls were quick to press at you as you tried to balance inside it. You felt an outside force press against you and realized it was the body’s owner as he asked if you were alright, you used both your hands to press back as you yelled back,” I’m fine, it's a little too hot for my liking, I’ll have to complain to hotel management and give hotel innit one star!” The organ jerked roughly as the boy began to laugh loudly at your jab, and you felt his hand press down on you again despite your best effort to hide away from it. You had to admit that despite the dampness and heat, the stomach really wasn't all that bad, the walls were surprisingly soft and the occasional churning only felt like a firm massage against your normally firm muscles, not that you would tell Tommy anytime soon or your sure you would ‘accidentally find the potion in your food and a certain gremlin waiting for the effects to take hold. You would humor the boy now and started to gently rub at the walls around you, laughing as they shook from the happy sigh that rumbled them, you would compare him to a puppy getting belly rubs later.