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It’s beautiful isn’t it?

Benedict Bridgeton x Fem!Reader

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Use of y/n & y/n/n | she/her | not rly proofread

The 3 times Ben wanted to kiss her and the 1 time he did

One

Ben did not shy away from women. Specifically divulging in women. But something about y/n was unique. From the first day they met.

“Ben brother! Meet Lady Y/n Y/l/n. She likes art too and she’s an excellent writer maybe even better then whistledown” Eloise boasted about the girl she had only met a week prior. Y/n smiled at him. “ she exaggerates writing is just a pastime of mine, I like to think I’m a much better artist, El told me you like to paint as well? “ Ben realized he hadn’t spoke yet when the girls were still staring at him. “Oh yes I do enjoy painting, I’ll have to show you sometime?” “I would rather enjoy that, Mr. Bridgeton” “oh please call me Ben, may I mark your Dance card? I’d like to catch you on the dance floor before the night is over“ this took Eloise by surprise, Ben never dances with anyone. Y/n just lifted her card allowing him to write his name in all caps “I’ll see you later *Ben”* y/n spoke waving as she was pulled away by her friend. Ben wanted to follow her and pull her away, but something in him told him he couldn’t. That she was special, not just a girl for him to ruin for the ton.

Two

El seemed preoccupied with lady Whistledown, seemingly always off somewhere. So when y/n showed up at the door of the Bridgertons dressed in a beautiful sage green gown with a book of poems Benedict opened the door. “Oh! Hello Ben is Ellie here?” She asked him, a little taken aback. His hair was distracting as was his face. He was painly beautiful. “Lady y/n, come in!” “Oh please enough with the formalities call me y/n or y/n/n” “y/n/n” Ben mumbled to himself. If anyone were to ask Ben what possessed him to invite her in knowing his sister wasn’t home he’d say “she looked to beautiful to send home disappointed and alone”. “She upstairs?” Y/n figured “what? Oh no Eloise just left I think, actually I’m not sure but she isn’t here. I’m here alone” “oh” “yes. I’m not entirely sure why I told you to come in Y/n/n” he tested the waters on the new name. Silence followed, she wasn’t really sure what to say. “Uh well I guess I do, I thought maybe we could spend some time together. You know. As friends.” She chuckled a little “ if you wanted to hang out with me Ben all you had to do was ask” “so you will?” His voice going up an octave not hiding his excitement. “I will” she nodded. He grabbed her hand leading her to the garden where he had his easel and a blank canvas. “I know you like to paint as well, would you care to join me? Or you can read your book to me whilst I paint” she smiled at him, her e/c eyes looking longingly at his face as if to study him. “Do you really wanna hear me read a silly poem book” “I think I’d be content if you were speaking nothing but nonsense if it meant I could hear you speak forever y/n/n” she looked away at that, butterflies forming in her stomach and heat rising to her cheeks. “Okay Benedict” she sat on a bench conveniently next to him and began to read. Ben looked down at her, thinking about how domestic this was. He imagined he could do this everyday for the rest of his life.

Three

After their spontaneous time together, they began spending a lot more time together Intentionally. “When are you going to show me your paintings?” She looked up from her book her head in his lap. He looked down at her “hmm is that a line in the book” sitting up closing the book placing it on Ben’s lap. “I’m serious Ben. They’re apart of you, you’re always painting. A lot of times when we’re together. I want to know you” “you do y/n/n” y/n huffed “I want to see the world through the eyes of Benedict bridgerton, your art allows that. I want to know your soul, your art allows that. Will you allow me that pleasure” “do you want to know what I see” she knew she wasn’t getting where she wanted tonight “sure” “I see.. the most beautiful woman to grace the earth, I see a girl the stars beg for at night. No art is as majestic as you. If you looked through my eyes all you would see is you, you take my vision even when we are apart.” “Oh” he was close to her, very close to her. She felt his breath on her nose, his fingers reached for hers. “It’s getting late” he pulled away “yeah, yeah it is” “the moon looks beautiful” she spoke, looking at the sky. “Yeah it does” she saw how Ben didn’t move his gaze from her, she didn’t mention it though she let him stare at her. She’d probably let him stare at her forever if it meant they were together. “I’ll take you home”.

Four

As the season progressed Benedict would wait until the late of the night to go over to y/ns home. Throw pebbles at her window, and watch her smile before she snuck out in a sleeping gown. If her mother knew she was out in the night like this she would be enraged. Hell Benedict was enraged, if someone saw them instead of simple scandal they would see her in all her glory. As she came out the back door, his breath was caught. This was a feeling known all to well for Ben, he felt it everytime he saw her. She was absolutely breathtaking. It seemed as thought she granted him permission to breath again when she grabbed his hand. Another scandal, he wondered how many they might commit tonight. They walked in comfortable silence. Y/n gazed up at the moon stopping almost immediately. “Y/n/n?” “Ben look! There’s a full moon tonight. Is it not just beautiful” “ Oh yes quite beautiful.” In truth he hadn’t looked at the sky, not once to busy looking at her. She knew, taking her free hand bringing it to Bens face to guide him to look. “It is beautiful y/n/n” “ When I am to be wed-“ he sharply turned his head to her “ When I am to wed Ben I wish you gift me a painting of the night sky, perhaps you can add us, no one would have to know.” He saddened at the thought of her marrying another though he knew it was to come. Her mother was urging her and introducing her to far to many men than Ben would like. ”I wish to show you something.” “Oh okay” she laughed as he begin to pull her quicker.

Benedict allowed her to sit in his drawing chair, watching her as she brushed her fingertips lightly against the detailed painting of her. She was in awe, she never thought she could look so beautiful. Benedict was smiling at her, attempting to commit every part of her to memory as if she hadn’t taken up the pages in sketch book. Y/n looked up at him, her smile faltering into an express he couldn’t quite make out. She tried to speak, instead opting to sigh. “Y/n/n?” He said pushing a fallen curl out of her face. “Hmm” she mumbled meeting his eyes again with a small smile. “There’s something on your mind dear?“ He takes her hands into his, carefully caressing his thumbs against her skin as though she may break. “You can tell me anything.” He assured, though she disagreed, she feared this confession would be far too *real* for Benedict to hear. “I can’t.” She spoke looking towards the painting again.” “I promise” he said, interlocking their pinkies, laughing lightly. “Tell me y/n/n? Please” she tried to find ways she could tell him no, ways she could come up with a small lie and leave, but when he was looking at her, like she was the only thing that mattered she broke. “I love you Ben” almost immediately Benedict steps backwards dropping her hands frowning. “No you don’t.” She steps after him. Slightly stumbling off the tall stool, even in his moments of weakness Benedict reached out to steady her before immediately pulling away. “I don’t appreciate you telling me how I feel” he looked insulted, like she was playing a silly game with his emotions for sport. “You don’t love me! You are simply confused Y/n” “Y/n” she spoke softly, more to herself then to the bridgerton, he hadn’t called her that since the day they met. “Y/n/n, Ben call me Y/n/n” He shook his head feverishly, tears welling in his eyes, it broke her. Benedict had not ever known love that when she confessed he was crying? The man she loved. Truly. Was crying at her hand. “Ben” she reached for his hand, he wish he could have pulled away, instead he let her grasp it. “Tell me you don’t feel the same, tell me and I will leave, we will ignore this, we will continue to be just friends.” He finally looked into her eyes “I cannot. But you are wrong. You do not, no you cannot love me. Y/n you are much to good for me.. please say you do not love me.” “Y/n/n.” She ignored everything else, “Ben please call me y/n/n” “My y/n/n please” he begged. She reached her hand to his face, cupping his cheek. Almost immediately he leaned into her. She used her free hand to guide his to her waist, a pleading look still sat in his eye. He was quite taller than her, she stood on her tip toes before he immediately ducked down. Her lips dangerously close to his, he turned his head. As if on que she immediately turned it back, “I love you with everything I have in me Benedict Bridgeton, you are the sun to my moon, I do not wish to live without you. I cannot live without you. I do not wish to find good, I want you. I could not love anyone else. You make me whole, you live in my mind like no other, my thoughts are enamored with you and only you, please ben I do truly love you, let me love you.” He had been inching his face closer towards her as she spoke so that her last words could be felt against his lips. He cracked, every promise to not ruin her had vanished. He kissed her like his dying breath depended on it. His hands pulled her closer at the waist and hers rested on his face. She pulled away first, needing to catch her breath, he kissed down to her neck, biting behind her ear. “Say it again” he whispered “I love you Benedict bridgerton” “god I could listen to say that forever” he grabbed her hand, “do you trust me” “you tell me what you think” He smiled at her, leading her out the room he used for painting. Most of the lights were out, no one in the halls, it was quite late. She didn’t ask where they were going, she assumed his room. She was right.

“You’re beautiful” Benedict said as he turned to her and saw how the moonlight peeked through the window onto her. He thought the moon must be in love with her too, like it rises every night in hopes of touching her skin. “So are you” Y/n/n said with a small laugh. “No Y/n/n; my y/n/n you are truly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. It is the greatest honor to be in your presence” Ben watched her, all of her, the slight upturn of her lips. He ran his hand from her check down her neck to her arm then hand. “Ben” he leaned down to kiss her shoulder, up her neck, finding it easy to learn all of her spots. He moved to sit on the bed allowing her to slot between his legs. “Y/n/n” “Ben?” “Will you marry me?” “What?” “I want to marry you y/n/n. I’ve wanted to marry you since the first day we met” “Yes of course Ben” Immediately kissing him as they fell back onto the bed.

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Much Ado About Nothing

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Bau Reader Genre: Romance, humor, angst Warnings: 18+ explicit sexual content in later parts Series status: On-going

There is one rule you and Spencer agreed on: never talk about the past, especially when that one regretful night strained your friendship. But throw in nosy teammates, an obvious matchmaking scheme, and a never-ending battle of wits—the line between friend and foe starts to blur as you find yourself questioning your true feelings.

a/n: I’m starting a new series after a while and am so excited!! When I found out that the movie ANYONE BUT YOU was based on a William Shakespeare play, I got inspired, so I wanted to do a fun and sexy read for the summer☀️

ACT I - THE BEGINNING

Act I, Scene I: The Silent Agreement

Act I, Scene II: The Crude Suggestion

ACT II - THE PLAN

Act II, Scene I: The Suspicious Scheme

Act II, Scene II: The Crazy Idea

ACT III - THE DECEPTION

Act III, Scene I: The Fake Dating

Act III, Scene II: The Sunny Day Out (11/07/24)

Act III, Scene III: The Stolen Kisses (18/07/24)

Act III, Scene IV: The Meeting Point (25/07/24)

Act III, Scene V: The Rabbit Hole (01/08/24)

ACT IV - THE TRUTH

Act IV, Scene I: The Never-ending Lies (08/08/24)

Act IV, Scene II: The Flashback (15/08/24)

Act IV, Scene III: The Heartfelt Talk (22/08/24)

ACT V - THE END

Act V, Scene I: The Unexpected Surprise (29/08/24)

Act V, Scene II: The Happy Start (05/09/24)

*please note that the titles may change in the future

I decided there will be no taglist for this, so make sure to check my blog on each date, but I might have to apologize in advance if I don’t stick to the schedule. I’ll still try my best though especially if there are feedbacks, knowing what you guys think of this series would be so nice and would keep me motivated. See you in future updates⁠!!🫶

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(not so) simple masterlist

pairing: anthony bridgerton x fem!reader

status: complete!

summary: coercing lord bridgerton into pretending to court you to avoid the affections of a baron is very simple. that is, of course, until it isn't.

featuring fake dating/courtship, minor rivals to lovers, idiots in love, mutual pining that they think is unrequited, slowish burn, hurt/comfort, a signature bridgerton happily ever after, and my blood sweat and tears!

total wc: 44,497

overall warning(s): historical inaccuracies, period typical misogyny, implied/referenced sexual harassment -- individual, more specific warnings on each chapter. reader is referred to with the last name worthing for convenience

part 1 ↳ 10k words | miss worthing makes an awful sort of proposal to the viscount bridgerton.

part 2 ↳ 7.1k words | miss worthing despises and enjoys the viscount bridgerton's company in equivalence.

part 3 ↳ 9.7k words | miss worthing has a terrible realization.

part 4 ↳ 7.6k words | the viscount has a revelation and miss worthing decides against her heart.

part 5 ↳ 9k words | miss worthing and the viscount find themselves at a crossroads.

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Would u rather a benedict bridgerton x reader using y/n and y/n/n(necessary to the plot) or Benedict bridgerton x my oc 😅

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If it is to be it shall. ~ a bridgerton story

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Duke of Corigan ushers his daughter to marry. Though a bridgerton is the last of his wishes given there "successfull" past with love matches. The Duke believes love to be a fools errand and anyone who looks for love in their partner rather dimwitted. He sees his daughter's marriage as simply a breeding ground and business contract. Though the Lady does finds it rather difficult to stray from the eyes of Lord Bridgerton.

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Playlist

Songs performed by the Vitamin String Quartet

Go on your own way - Fleetwood Mac

You make loving fun - Fleetwood Mac

Exit music ( for a film ) - Radiohead

Turn me on - Norah Jones

Naughty girl - Beyonce

If I ain't got you - Alicia Keys

No ordinary love - Sade

Pearls - Sade

Say yes - Elliot Smith

1979 - The Smashing Pumpkins

Summertime Sadness - Lana Del Rey

Blinding Lights - the Weeknd

Easy on me - Adele

The scientist - Coldplay

Performed by Ana Done

Daylight - Taylor Swift

Performed by Midnight String Quartet

Diamonds - Rihanna

I wanna be yours - Arctic Monkeys

Enchanted - Taylor Swift

Dangerous Woman - Ariana Grande

Let it happen - Tame Impala

Young and beautiful - Lana Del Rey

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/49J4kR34XYIV9D0DGsMhte?si=MynT-o9kTO6KqUyRLGtouw&pi=u-_puvGlHLQM6N

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psa. if we’re mutuals, we’re automatically friends. u don’t need to say things like “sorry to bother” or “sorry im annoying” bc ur not. ur my friend. u can come to me for anything. u need help? im here. wanna chat? hmu. just wanna gush abt your muse? go for it. we’re friends. ily.

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September will be filled with joy.

September will be filled with love.

September will be filled with trust.

September will be filled with peace.

September will be filled with happiness.

September will be filled with blessings.

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X-Men is about civil rights. If you didn’t get that, you didn’t get X-Men.

Black Panther is about civil rights. If you didn’t get that, you didn’t get Black Panther.

Captain America literally fought Nazis. He is the embodiment of fighting the alt-right. If you didn’t get that, you didn’t get Captain America.

The Empire in Star Wars is fascist. The Rebel alliance are Anti-Fascist. If you didn’t get that, you didn’t get Star Wars.

The Punisher isn’t meant to be a role model for police or armed forces. So much so that the writers of The Punisher made him actively speak out against it in a comic. If you didn’t get that, you didn’t get The Punisher.

Deadpool is queer. He’s pansexual. Fact. If you didn’t get that you didn’t get Deadpool.

Star Trek is about equality for all genders, races and sexualities. As early as the mid-60s it was taking a pro-choice stance and defending women’s right to choose. One of its clearest themes is accepting different cultures and appearances and working together for peace. (It’s also anti-capitalist and pro-vegan). If you didn’t get that, you didn’t get Star Trek.

Superman and Supergirl (and a whole host of other superheroes) are immigrants. The stance of those comics is pro-immigration and pro-equality and acceptance. If you didn’t get that, you didn’t get Superman or Supergirl.

Stan Lee said “Racism and bigotry are among the deadliest social ills plaguing the world today.” If you’re bigoted or racist, you didn’t get any of the characters Stan Lee created.

The stories we grew up with all taught us to value other people and cultures and to treasure the differences between us. Only villains were xenophobic, or sexist, or racist, or totalitarian. I can’t understand how anyone can have missed that.

If you’re upset that there’s a black Spider-Man, or a black Captain America, or a female Thor, or that Ms Marvel is Muslim, or that Captain Marvel was pro-feminism, or any of the other things right wing “fans” say is “stealing their childhood” - you never got it in the first place. The things you claim are now “pandering to the lefties” were never on your side to begin with.

If you consider yourself a fan of these things, but you still think the LGBTQ+ community is too “in your face”, or have a problem with Black Lives Matter, or want to “take the country back from immigrants”, then you’re not really a fan at all.

Geek culture isn’t suddenly left wing... it always was. You just grew up to be intolerant. You became the villain in the stories you used to love.

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Kenny Boyle - Actor and Playwright

07 June 2020

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theodore laurence did NOT visit amy march every day when she was at aunt march’s house to entertain her when she was sad and frightened for her sick sister and he did NOT instantly go see her again once beth was better even though he was exhausted and it was the middle of the night because he kept her promise of being there to tell her the instant beth recovered and he did NOT run after her in europe when she was driving a carriage because it was the first time he had seen her in years and he did NOT spend all that time in europe with her and he did NOT unknowingly picture her as his muse as he wrote his opera and he did NOT end up taking her “rousing” words seriously and using them to literally change his life after he hit rock bottom and he did NOT drop everything and travel across europe to be with her when her sister died even though he thought she despised him and he did NOT confess his love to her by T ENDERLY replying to her “How well we pull [the boat] together” with “So well that I wish we might always pull in the same boat. Will you, Amy?” and he did NOT refer to her as “my wife” every five seconds when they were finally married because he was, as he says “so proud of her” just for you crusty ugly bitches to say he only married her because he settled for her and he couldn’t have jo

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People who hate Amy x Laurie and wish Laurie got together with Jo will never understand it’s about the girl falling first and the boy falling harder it’s about loving someone from afar, sketching him when he doesn’t even realize you’re watching and keeping the sketch for years to give to him when he needs to be reminded of the boy he used to be and the man he could become it’s about love that helps you grow and change and improve instead of staying stagnant it’s about slowly growing feelings for someone without knowing it, because she lingers in your mind until she becomes your muse and you’ve written an opera for her it’s about the relief you feel while peacefully and naturally falling in love because the first time it happened it was too passionate and fast and filled you with grief from start to end and it’s about realizing love is golden after years of believing it was red it’s about pulling a boat together so well you wish you might always pull in the same boat it’s about tender confessions it’s about not having to make a scene it’s about not having to say anything because your actions are enough it’s about comfortable silence and enjoying each other’s company it’s about your second love teaching you that your first love wasn’t really the kind of love you thought it was it’s about real love

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TIME ALTERNATIVE - LANIOA on Wattpad

(Pre alteration) the main cast

a simple wish on her 18th birthday makes everything change. she has a sister, the girl who hated for crashing her 16th birthday party intoxicated on who knows what and giving her brother weed ruining his perfect popular foot ball boy status is her best friend now. her boyfriends in love with someone else. She no longer knows any of her foster family. But her parents are alive so its good. right?

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druig has some sorta hold on me

literally me every 10 minutes refreshing my homepage for new eternals fics

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Could we get some kate bishop x reader on here, ill throw ideas out if you need them just please kate bishop.

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andrew!peter parker smut? i think yes.

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reading peter parker smuts tagged with tom holland and thinking of tom holland’s spiderman❌

reading peter parker smuts tagged with tom holland and thinking of andrew garfield’s spiderman✅

he’s just superior, and the lack of andrew’s peter smuts are killing me

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The click | p.p.

Pairing: Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x reader

Summary: you catch feelings for Peter Parker, but he’s from another universe.

Warnings: SPOILERS from NO WAY HOME, sort of existencial crisis in the middle, fluff, angst

Word count: almost 2K

A/N: hi! I watched NWH on Wed and I can’t still stop thinking about it, so I wrote a ff to help myself through this pain. The way I love that movie is insane. Anyways I hope you like this fic! Feedback is always appreciated by a writer <3 Enjoy!

“Where are Peter and MJ?” Ned asks you.

“I bet that they’re on the school’s rooftop to get some time alone,” you say.

“They’re disgusting,” he replies. “I mean, they’re insanely cute, but they’re too cheesy”.

You chuckle.

“I agree”.

The two of you sit down on a bench in front of the school. Ned’s wearing a pair of sunglasses. The wheather is really beautiful: the sun is warm and a little wing of wind is caressing your hair.

“Y/N, can I ask you something?” He suddenly asks you and you nod. “Why didn’t you apply to the MIT with us? Is it because you and Peter didn’t get together? I thought there was something going on between you two”.

You shake your head, giving him a smile.

“No, Ned. MIT is not my thing. I want to figure out who I am and where I belong, before I apply to any college,” you tell him. “About Peter… I just think that we didn’t click. You know, when something has to happen, it just happens. Maybe we are just destined to be friends,” you reply.

He turns his head in order to look at you, even if you can’t see his eyes because of the sunglasses.

“So you didn’t feel anything for him?”

“I mean… sure, I did, but there weren’t sparkles between us. When you find your person, it’s like you feel a click in your head that tells you that. When it’ll be my turn, I’ll know”.

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“Come on, Ned! Think of Peter. You can do this,” you encourage him.

Ned’s trying to open a Portal with Doctor Strange’s ring, next to MJ, in his house. You’re on his right, hoping that he finds Peter, who’s surely in trouble and he needs his friends right now. When Ned told you that Peter was Spider-Man – actually, it slipped away from his mouth, Peter didn’t want you to know – you could have never imagined that one day, you would have helped him in a war against some supervillains. This is insane, but he’s you friend and friends help each other.

“Peter, Peter… I need to find Peter Parker,” Ned whispers.

That’s when the Portal appears. It’s beautiful and full of light all around it. You can see somebody with the Spider-Man’s costume in a dark alley. He’s heading towards you guys, but that’s halfay through that you figure out that his costume is different and he’s not your friend Peter.

“Hey!” He greets you and as soon as you hear his voice, you feel chills on the bottom of your skull.

You don’t know why, but while he’s talking with Ned and MJ, you feel your heart starting to beat faster and faster in your chest. It’s a strange feeling, something you experienced a lot of time ago with Peter. Oh, apparently, his name is Peter too. The irony!

It’s when he takes off his mask that you feel shivers running down your spine. It almost feels like a dream. His eyes are incredibly brown as chocolate and he looks really handsome. Your hands are starting to tremble, now.

“Hi,” he tells you, looking directly at your face. “What’s your name?” He asks you with a smile.

And that’s when you hear it. The click. It’s like he’s flipped a switch in your head. His bright smile lit all the lights in the rooms of your mind. In this exact moment, you know that you’ve fallen.

“Y/N. It’s Y/N,” you murmur.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Peter. Parker. Of course,” he says.

Oh, you’re so screwed.

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All of the Peters are trying to find a cure for the supervillains in the lab. It feels like a movie, in some ways. Too strange to be real. You’re watching Peter working, the Peter from the different universe, who has got the lab glasses and is focused on a test tube. His fingers are very fast, following the decisions of his brain and you wish you could be so smart like him. You also wish to know what to do after school, but that’s another thing.

“I can hear your thoughts, Y/N,” he tells you, still focused on the tube though.

“Can you? But I thought that Peter couldn’t…” You were saying, panicking, but you stopped when you noticed his smile.

“I was joking!” He chuckles. You let out a sigh of relief. “Something’s bothering you. Just tell me. Would you?”

You sigh, while anchoring your hands to the chair you’re sitting on.

“I took a year to understand what to do of my life,” you spit out. You don’t know why you’re opening up to some stranger but you and this Peter have become very close in a very short period of time, so now you feel comfortable around him, enough to tell him what’s going on inside your mind. Your friends don’t really know that. You’ve always felt different to them, because even if one’s a superhero, they all know what to do when they’ll be older, while you’re still trying to figure out a lot of things. “I feel like I’m not capable of doing anything, Peter. They all know that their future is at the MIT. But me? I’m not like them. I always feel out of place and I hate this,” you say.

Peter looks at you, then he leaves the tube on the table and he puts his hands on your shoulders. You instantly feel the shivers on your back again. You fear that you’ll never get used to this.

“Listen to me, Y/N: everybody has some skills. You still don’t know what to do? It’s okay, you’ll figure it out eventually. I felt the call when I was in the lab the first time, when I blew it up,” he tells you and you laugh. “It was a total mess, believe me, but I had fun. So, the day after that mess, I tried again. And again. And again. Until I improved. You’re as smart as all of the other people in this world, don’t underestimate yourself,” he says.

You look at his face and you almost get lost into his eyes. That’s when you notice some dust on his cheek.

“You have… wait,” you tell him, then you clean his cheek with your thumb, caressing it. You see him swallow, then he takes a step back from you. You feel like there’s not enough oxygen in your lungs anymore. “Peter…”

You see him leave his lab glasses on the table and then walk out the door. You follow him, without even looking at your friends, who are probably wondering what’s happening between the two of you. And now it’s like you’re hearing his thoughts too.

Don’t fall in love with me.

“Peter!”

Because you know what happened with Gwen.

“Don’t,” he tells you, while stretching an arm as if he wanted you to stay away from him. You’re now in the hallway of the school.

“Peter, please, I’m sorry for whatever thing I might have d…”

“I don’t want this, Y/N. I don’t want you to end up like Gwen,” he told you and your heart aches for him. You knew it. “I want to protect you. Even if it’s from myself. You’re not gonna die,” he says and now you can see the corners of his eyes turning red because of the tears.

“You heard it, right? The click,” you whisper.

He nods.

“It’s more of the Peter tingle for me, as you call it, but yes, I did,” he says, licking his lips. He’s trying so hard not to cry in front of you. “Your heart is beating so fast again, as when we met for the first time”.

You gulp.

“I feel…” “No, please, don’t!”

“…safe, around you, Peter,” you tell him. “But yes, if you thought that I was saying that I feel something for you, it’s true too”.

He sighs while closing his eyes, his arms laying on the two sides of his body. He seems defeated.

“This shouldn’t have happened”.

You come closer to him this time, slowly. You’re now in front of him. His eyes are not blue or grey, but you can still see constellations into them: myriads of stars that light up even the darkest of the nights.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whisper, while looking into his eyes and that’s when he loses it and kisses you.

It’s a kiss that devours you from within, that digs into your stomach and burns your throat. You’ve never felt this way. It’s intense, warm like your home at Christmas when you celebrate it with your friends. He tastes a bit of a foreign land, like him, but it doesn’t scare you. And it is while his hands caress your cheeks that you think about how much you wish this would never end. But it does, it ends, in the moment you’re feeling the most alive.

He’s already detached from you, but his eyes are still closed and you still feel his right thumb sliding on your temple. Maybe he’s trying to figure out if this is a dream or not. You hope it isn’t.

“This is not gonna happen again, Y/N,” he tells you, with eyes open. Your heart falls into your stomach. “Even if I’d feel something for you, I can’t be with you. I don’t belong to this world. Sooner or later, I’m gonna come back home”.

You swallow.

“This is not a home without you,” you say and you see him smile through the tears of happiness.

“This is the most beautiful thing somebody has ever told me”.

You’d want to say that he’s really beautiful right now, but you bite your tongue.

“Peter!” Ned calls him from the lab. “We need you!”

He nods, while pushing back the tears.

“I’m coming”.

He glances at you one last time, before he goes back to the lab, leaving you empty and alone in the hallway.

***

Everything’s solved. All of the Peters have cured the supervillains. Your Peter has also saved MJ from falling. You’re watching your friend Peter from afar with Ned and MJ, because he’s hugging the others.

“What are they saying?” MJ asks Ned.

“I think that it’s time for them to go home,” Ned says.

You freeze.

“What?”

“Well, their time here is over, after all”.

Your Peter is looking at you now, while he’s trying to help the other one to stay still, because he’s hurt. He’s starting to shine like a supernova. Stars shine so bright before they die. And that’s when you hear it again, the click. This not how it ends. You at least have to say goodbye to him. So you start running towards him.

“Y/N, no!”

And before you can even understand what’s happening, you’re hugging him.

The next thing you know is that you’ve fallen on top of him. You get up, looking around: you’re in the streets of New York. Not your New York, of course.

“You’re insane!” Peter shouts, angrily. “What did you do?”

“I… I just wanted to say goodbye to you. It felt right,” you say.

“You left everything to stay with me, do you understand it?” He asks you and you realize that maybe it was the reason why you felt always so out of place in your universe. You belonged there. With him.

“Yeah and I’m glad I did it,” you tell him with a smile. “And I think that even if you’re angry now, deep down you’re happy too”.

He shakes his head, but you can see a little smile on his face.

“You’re crazy, Y/N”.

“I’m the best thing that has ever happend to you, actually,” you wink at him. “Come on, show me New York,” you tell him, while holding his hand.

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