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Tallies (1) || Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: This AU is based on an idea from an old prompt in which people have tally marks to represent how many times they have fallen in love. 

Peter has fallen in love a couple times, but never been loved back, and thats where you come in. Peter is in college, would say around 21-23, and so is reader and company.

Author’s Note: This has honestly been something that I’ve been wanting to write for a while, and finally found the time to sit down and write it. Though still testing the waters, so please let me know. Would most likely try to be a slow burn, like definitely be more than four parts.

Word Count: 2K

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“Ned, I told you, she isn’t in love with me,” Peter repeated for the eighth time in this same phone conversation, but that didn’t mean that it hurt any less.

“Are you sure? I mean it could just take a while for hers to show up soon?”

“Ned, I really don’t want to say this but she did have a red mark, but it wasn’t for me,” he finally caved and explained the one fact he has kept thus far, “I didn’t think she would pull something like this, that’s why she can’t love me…because she loves someone else,” he sighed almost feeling the tally mark was burning his skin.

“Oh, I’m sorry dude,” he said after a long pause.

“I know but it’s not something you should apologize for,” he sighed, trying not to remember the events that occurred that morning.

“You can always come with me and Betty to the movies tonight, we can invite a few more people so you don’t feel like third wheel,” wanting to switch topics to hopefully cheer his friend up.

Peter knew that his friend was really trying to help but he really couldn’t think of leaving his apartment. He really needed to process the whole situation rather than distract himself from it, because he knew when he was alone, he would feel this low again. He looked down at his wrist seeing nothing but black tallies on his wrist, and let out a long sigh.

“Pete, you still there?” pulling him out from his thoughts.

“Yea just thinking about the offer,” even though he already knew that he had the answer.

“How about you think about it and let me know. I don’t want you to feel pressured,” always the supportive friend. “I would cancel on Betty but…“

“Thanks Ned,  don’t think Betty deserves that,” smiling knowing that Ned will always be his ride or die. “Think I’m a sit this one out,” his eyes still focused on his wrist.

“Offer will stands till seven, but if not, I’ll stop by tomorrow with food and can talk about it,” wanting Peter to know that he’ll be there through thick and thin.

“Yea tomorrow would be nice, I’ll text you if anything happens,” affirming that he wasn’t going out tonight, “have a great date Ned.”

“Thanks Pete. Hope to see you soon then,” he said.

Both said their goodbyes, leaving Peter  to let out a long groan of frustration. The palms of his hands pressed against his eyes hoping to keep the tears in that he kept in the whole day. Another black tally mark etched on his skin, great another failed attempted at love.

It was at times like these that wished he never learned about the tally marks, but it’s something unavoidable. He remembers days in which his Aunt May would sit down and talk to him about the tally marks that would one day appear across his wrist and tried to do her best to explain it.

“Alright Peter, so one when you find someone you really love, you’ll one day see a black tally appear right here,” pointing out her own single red tally on her wrist.

“But yours is red,” child Peter pointing out the obvious.

“I know, but if the person you love, loves you back, then it will turn red. Just like mine, yours can start off black, only depending who falls for who first. I can tell you first hand that mine showed up a month before your Aunt May’s did,” puling Peter’s attention from his aunt to his see his uncle setting down his stuff. Ben walked over to the two ruffling Peter’s hair to distract him from giving May a quick kiss.

“Hey it’s not my fault that you fell in love sooner than I did,” she joked.

“Uh, yea it is, you didn’t make it easy for me,” he smiled, “So what is this tally mark talk about?”

“Just curious,” Peter responded, “besides our teacher was going to go over it soon and wanted a head start.”

Peter smiled his tears gaining a bittersweet taste to them but figured that he may as well let out any tears at this moment. He looked at his wrist, nothing but black tallies and he would be lying to himself if he said that it didn’t hurt him. He really didn’t get the idea of what was so difficult about loving him, but then again, it’s not like he can force someone to love him. But still he just felt like a below the belt when he saw his now ex-girlfriend, if she even considered herself that, sport a red tally that clearly wasn’t his. Peter let out a loud sigh, thinking it was just to just scour his social media and start to unfollow her but couldn’t force himself to delete old pictures of themselves.

Just a few moments later and Peter heard a large crash outside his door. Peter quickly got up and walked over to the door hearing already someone cussing from the other end.

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You didn’t know whether to be mad at the carpet lining the floor or yourself for thinking it was a good idea to carry more than you actually could  because you really took a dive just now.  You were glad that the boxes you decided to carry were filled with things that wouldn’t break, but you couldn’t help the burn on your cheeks from embarrassment and hope that no one saw your fall.

You started to stack a few things to try to somewhat organize things, and decided now was a good time as any to open your door. You decided to take a few things with you hoping to prevent anyone from seeing your mishap. By the time you went back to your stuff, someone was already organizing your fallen mess.

“Hey, sorry about the mess in front of your door, just give me a couple minutes and it’ll be totally clear,” walking over to said mess.

“it’s no worry at all,” seeing the stranger get up and face you.

Your heart jumped to your chest seeing the face that although you have forgotten about over time, you could never truly forget. “Peter?” knowing full well that there was no doubt about it.

“uh do I know you?” his face really confused because he really couldn’t place your face to a name.

“It’s been a while, but remember me from middle school,” trying not to act like you weren’t even more embarrassed then just a moment before.

You could visually see his mind thinking back to middle school, and finally put the pieces together, “(Y/N)! Oh god, I’m sorry I didn’t remember, trust me have a few things on my mind,” and although you haven’t seen peter in years, you figured he still was the same bashful boy you hadn’t seen in years.

“no worries, I mean what are the odds, that your old middle school friend moves down the hall much less spill most of her stuff in front of your door,” trying not to  make anything more uncomfortable.

“yea guess so,” already sensing things slowly ease, “So you took over the empty loft, I think I heard about someone filling that room,” quickly picking up a few boxes, “ how about I help you out.”

Judging by him carrying boxes you knew that he wouldn’t take no for an answer, “sure guess we can catch up, plus definitely need the extra set of hands,” you said.

You didn’t know what it was about Peter but he really had a way to become instant friends with just about anyone that he met. You really were glad that he still was the same as the Peter you left behind at the end of middle school. It was almost easy being with Peter that it almost made it seem like you guys hadn’t seen each other in years but can already tell that moving in here was a great choice. You found out that he was still friends with Ned and kept in touch with Michelle, which he was already mentioning that he couldn’t wait to tell the others.  you really were glad that he already wanted to plan things out with you.

You would be lying to yourself if you couldn’t deny that although you could recognize Peter, he really had matured into someone very attractive, especially by your standards. The once round cheeks chiseled out into strong edges, small chucky arms and hands became defined and strong by the easiness that he carried large boxes. however, some traits didn’t change at all, his doe brown eyes still had the same glee and his smile still captured the room, at least it did in your opinion. But now with this stance and physique, he really could capture the room.

“So, you moving in all by yourself?” Peter asked bringing in heavier objects. You

“ Yea, just me though if its gets too pricey may ask one of my friends to move in with me,” you replied already seeing that more than half of your stuff was already moved in thanks to Peter’s help, “pretty sure she will like the space as well.”

You looked over at Peter seeing that he was staring at his phone, his default cheery attitude replaced by a saddened look.

“Peter, you alright buddy?”.

“Uh yea, just some,” not knowing the right words to say, or better yet not know the right words that didn’t make him want to cry again.

“Girl trouble,” you finished, doubting someone like him couldn’t be with anyone or have someone he’s interest in.

“Um, something like that,” figured that he didn’t know how to phrase it.

“You don’t have to talk about it, I mean we technically just met,” not wanting to push his limits, because you figured that he would tell you just to be nice.

“It’s not that, I just don’t want one of our few first conversations to be about how my girlfriend got a red tally,”  the words sounding so sour, “my bad I think I don’t think she was my girlfriend to begin with.”

“Red tally, then isn’t that a good thing?” not really understanding the problem.

“Yeah her and whoever she’s interested in, but definitely not for me,” lifting the side of his wrist and showing his black tallies., “just figured she’d be the first you know,” he said melancholy as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Hey her loss and their loss too, because I can already tell you that you have already been one of my better random male encounters in a while,” trying to cheer him up, though you figured you were failing at it.

Peter let out a small chuckle, “very funny but think I’m going to head out. Ned’s meeting me tomorrow for food, you’re more than welcomed to come,” he said trying to switch to lighter topics, “I’ll knock, see if you’re free ok”

“yea, sounds like a plan and really thanks for the help couldn’t do it without you.”

Peter said a small goodbye and walked out leaving you to finally press your hand against your chest. Your heart was racing, you knew that of course spending time with someone attractive like Peter was going to make you react but it was more. You knew that although you were glad to have met up with peter, but you weren’t sure if it was such a good idea in the long run. You finally decided to look down on your wrist, your eyes locking on your first tally mark. Your fingers traced over the black tally, knowing full well that the person who this tally represents is none other than your new neighbor, Peter Parker.

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End Author’s Note: So that was part 1, please let me know how it is. Still in debate if i should include peter being Spiderman, that is the other main opinion I would want, since I am really on the fence. Once again this is planned out to be a somewhat slowburn. 

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red tallies ch 1 was so good!!!!!!!! one question though: did reader have the tally from before like when they were childhood friends or did it appear after they reunited?

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Red Tallies || Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: This AU is based on an idea from an old prompt in which people have tally marks to represent how many times they have fallen in love. Peter has fallen in love a couple times, but never been loved back. Peter is college age, would say around 21-23, and so is reader and company.

Author’s Note: This has honestly been something that I’ve been wanting to write for a while, and finally found the time to sit down and write it. Though still testing the waters, so please let me know. Would most likely try to be a slow burn, like definitely be more than four parts.

Word Count: 2K

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“Ned, I told you, she isn’t in love with me,” Peter repeated for the eighth time in this same phone conversation, but that didn’t mean that it hurt any less.

“Are you sure? I mean it could just take a while for hers to show up soon?”

“Ned, I really don’t want to say this but she did have a red mark, but it wasn’t for me,” he finally caved and explained the one fact he has kept thus far, “I didn’t think she would pull something like this, that’s why she can’t love me…because she loves someone else,” he sighed almost feeling the tally mark was burning his skin.

“Oh, I’m sorry dude,” he said after a long pause.

“I know but it’s not something you should apologize for,” he sighed, trying not to remember the events that occurred that morning.

“You can always come with me and Betty to the movies tonight, we can invite a few more people so you don’t feel like third wheel,” wanting to switch topics to hopefully cheer his friend up.

Peter knew that his friend was really trying to help but he really couldn’t think of leaving his apartment. He really needed to process the whole situation rather than distract himself from it, because he knew when he was alone, he would feel this low again. He looked down at his wrist seeing nothing but black tallies on his wrist, and let out a long sigh.

“Pete, you still there?” pulling him out from his thoughts.

“Yea just thinking about the offer,” even though he already knew that he had the answer.

“How about you think about it and let me know. I don’t want you to feel pressured,” always the supportive friend. “I would cancel on Betty but…“

“Thanks Ned,  don’t think Betty deserves that,” smiling knowing that Ned will always be his ride or die. “Think I’m a sit this one out,” his eyes still focused on his wrist.

“Offer will stands till seven, but if not, I’ll stop by tomorrow with food and can talk about it,” wanting Peter to know that he’ll be there through thick and thin.

“Yea tomorrow would be nice, I’ll text you if anything happens,” affirming that he wasn’t going out tonight, “have a great date Ned.”

“Thanks Pete. Hope to see you soon then,” he said.

Both said their goodbyes, leaving Peter  to let out a long groan of frustration. The palms of his hands pressed against his eyes hoping to keep the tears in that he kept in the whole day. Another black tally mark etched on his skin, great another failed attempted at love.

It was at times like these that wished he never learned about the tally marks, but it’s something unavoidable. He remembers days in which his Aunt May would sit down and talk to him about the tally marks that would one day appear across his wrist and tried to do her best to explain it.

“Alright Peter, so one when you find someone you really love, you’ll one day see a black tally appear right here,” pointing out her own single red tally on her wrist.

“But yours is red,” child Peter pointing out the obvious.

“I know, but if the person you love, loves you back, then it will turn red. Just like mine, yours can start off black, only depending who falls for who first. I can tell you first hand that mine showed up a month before your Aunt May’s did,” puling Peter’s attention from his aunt to his see his uncle setting down his stuff. Ben walked over to the two ruffling Peter’s hair to distract him from giving May a quick kiss.

“Hey it’s not my fault that you fell in love sooner than I did,” she joked.

“Uh, yea it is, you didn’t make it easy for me,” he smiled, “So what is this tally mark talk about?”

“Just curious,” Peter responded, “besides our teacher was going to go over it soon and wanted a head start.”

Peter smiled his tears gaining a bittersweet taste to them but figured that he may as well let out any tears at this moment. He looked at his wrist, nothing but black tallies and he would be lying to himself if he said that it didn’t hurt him. He really didn’t get the idea of what was so difficult about loving him, but then again, it’s not like he can force someone to love him. But still he just felt like a below the belt when he saw his now ex-girlfriend, if she even considered herself that, sport a red tally that clearly wasn’t his. Peter let out a loud sigh, thinking it was just to just scour his social media and start to unfollow her but couldn’t force himself to delete old pictures of themselves.

Just a few moments later and Peter heard a large crash outside his door. Peter quickly got up and walked over to the door hearing already someone cussing from the other end.

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You didn’t know whether to be mad at the carpet lining the floor or yourself for thinking it was a good idea to carry more than you actually could  because you really took a dive just now.  You were glad that the boxes you decided to carry were filled with things that wouldn’t break, but you couldn’t help the burn on your cheeks from embarrassment and hope that no one saw your fall.

You started to stack a few things to try to somewhat organize things, and decided now was a good time as any to open your door. You decided to take a few things with you hoping to prevent anyone from seeing your mishap. By the time you went back to your stuff, someone was already organizing your fallen mess.

“Hey, sorry about the mess in front of your door, just give me a couple minutes and it’ll be totally clear,” walking over to said mess.

“it’s no worry at all,” seeing the stranger get up and face you.

Your heart jumped to your chest seeing the face that although you have forgotten about over time, you could never truly forget. “Peter?” knowing full well that there was no doubt about it.

“uh do I know you?” his face really confused because he really couldn’t place your face to a name.

“It’s been a while, but remember me from middle school,” trying not to act like you weren’t even more embarrassed then just a moment before.

You could visually see his mind thinking back to middle school, and finally put the pieces together, “(Y/N)! Oh god, I’m sorry I didn’t remember, trust me have a few things on my mind,” and although you haven’t seen peter in years, you figured he still was the same bashful boy you hadn’t seen in years.

“no worries, I mean what are the odds, that your old middle school friend moves down the hall much less spill most of her stuff in front of your door,” trying not to  make anything more uncomfortable.

“yea guess so,” already sensing things slowly ease, “So you took over the empty loft, I think I heard about someone filling that room,” quickly picking up a few boxes, “ how about I help you out.”

Judging by him carrying boxes you knew that he wouldn’t take no for an answer, “sure guess we can catch up, plus definitely need the extra set of hands,” you said.

You didn’t know what it was about Peter but he really had a way to become instant friends with just about anyone that he met. You really were glad that he still was the same as the Peter you left behind at the end of middle school. It was almost easy being with Peter that it almost made it seem like you guys hadn’t seen each other in years but can already tell that moving in here was a great choice. You found out that he was still friends with Ned and kept in touch with Michelle, which he was already mentioning that he couldn’t wait to tell the others.  you really were glad that he already wanted to plan things out with you.

You would be lying to yourself if you couldn’t deny that although you could recognize Peter, he really had matured into someone very attractive, especially by your standards. The once round cheeks chiseled out into strong edges, small chucky arms and hands became defined and strong by the easiness that he carried large boxes. however, some traits didn’t change at all, his doe brown eyes still had the same glee and his smile still captured the room, at least it did in your opinion. But now with this stance and physique, he really could capture the room.

“So, you moving in all by yourself?” Peter asked bringing in heavier objects. You

“ Yea, just me though if its gets too pricey may ask one of my friends to move in with me,” you replied already seeing that more than half of your stuff was already moved in thanks to Peter’s help, “pretty sure she will like the space as well.”

You looked over at Peter seeing that he was staring at his phone, his default cheery attitude replaced by a saddened look.

“Peter, you alright buddy?”.

“Uh yea, just some,” not knowing the right words to say, or better yet not know the right words that didn’t make him want to cry again.

“Girl trouble,” you finished, doubting someone like him couldn’t be with anyone or have someone he’s interest in.

“Um, something like that,” figured that he didn’t know how to phrase it.

“You don’t have to talk about it, I mean we technically just met,” not wanting to push his limits, because you figured that he would tell you just to be nice.

“It’s not that, I just don’t want one of our few first conversations to be about how my girlfriend got a red tally,”  the words sounding so sour, “my bad I think I don’t think she was my girlfriend to begin with.”

“Red tally, then isn’t that a good thing?” not really understanding the problem.

“Yeah her and whoever she’s interested in, but definitely not for me,” lifting the side of his wrist and showing his black tallies., “just figured she’d be the first you know,” he said melancholy as he shrugged his shoulders.

“Hey her loss and their loss too, because I can already tell you that you have already been one of my better random male encounters in a while,” trying to cheer him up, though you figured you were failing at it.

Peter let out a small chuckle, “very funny but think I’m going to head out. Ned's meeting me tomorrow for food, you’re more than welcomed to come,” he said trying to switch to lighter topics, “I’ll knock, see if you’re free ok”

“yea, sounds like a plan and really thanks for the help couldn’t do it without you.”

Peter said a small goodbye and walked out leaving you to finally press your hand against your chest. Your heart was racing, you knew that of course spending time with someone attractive like Peter was going to make you react but it was more. You knew that although you were glad to have met up with peter, but you weren’t sure if it was such a good idea in the long run. You finally decided to look down on your wrist, your eyes locking on your first tally mark. Your fingers traced over the black tally, knowing full well that the person who this tally represents is none other than your new neighbor, Peter Parker.

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End Author’s Note: So that was part 1, please let me know how it is. Still in debate if i should include peter being Spiderman, that is the other main opinion I would want, since I am really on the fence. Once again this is planned out to be a somewhat slowburn.

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Masterlist

Peter Parker

But I love You

Bucky Barnes

New Beginnings Part 1 | Part 2

I Can Make You Happier

Nightmares

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DON`T JUDGE ME I`M SELF-INSERT AF

an ilustration for this soft and tender imagine i first read few years ago hope the writer would like my piece just as much as i love hers (AND WARREN PEACE MY EDGY INTELLIGENT BOY)

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In A Crowd Of Thousands (Part II) —  Steve Harrington

Series: In A Crowd Of Thousands (other parts here)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader, side Billy Hargrove x Reader

Words: 1503

Summary: Y/N and Steve discuss the arrangements of their fake relationship.

Warnings: none

A/N:  !! PLEASE READ THIS !! Here’s part two! Again, if you wanna enter the tag list, let me know. Also, I had this idea I wanna try out… I’m gonna leave here a few questions about this part that will have some hints about the next part and I wanted you guys to answer them for me in my ask box so I can improve my writing and add a few of your ideas (read them only after you read this part though so you won’t get spoilers ahhah). 1. What do you think will happen in the morning before the party?; 2. Have you noticed anything weird about Y/N’s behavior?; 3. Do you think they’ll be able to convince everyone without kissing? Enjoy (: tagged ones are below the cut!

Steve had no idea how long he had laid on his bed staring up at the ceiling and waiting for sleep to come. No matter how hard he tried, his mind wouldn’t shut up. It was like all that had happened earlier that day had switched a button inside his brain that let all the feelings he had been so careful to hide — even from himself — out to the surface.

He kept analyzing every word, touch and lingering glance… Steve wasn’t a fool. He knew Y/N didn’t feel the same way he did, but sometimes she would just do something that would leave him wandering ‘what if?’.  And now he had just agreed to treat her like his girlfriend, to not have to stop himself from staring at her for too long, to be able to call her ‘his’ and it wasn’t real. The moment they were by themselves or the moment she got what she wanted, Steve would be just Y/N’s best friend again. It was almost as bad as not having her at all.

Steve looked at the clock beside his bed, remembering Y/N had said she would call him to “discuss arrangements”. Steve groaned, not wanting to know what she exactly meant by that. Almost as if on cue, Steve heard a knock on his door.

“Stevie?” Y/N’s voice echoed throughout the room.

Steve shut his eyes tightly before taking a deep breath, bracing himself for whatever would come next. “Come on in.”

He heard the door open and close and felt a body lay down next to his. ‘Great,’ Steve thought sarcastically, ‘have her body pressed close to mine is just what I need right now’.

“Hi, boyfriend.” Y/N said casually from above him, causing Steve to let out some sort of strangled noise in response. She hit him lightly in the chest. “Come on, stop being so uptight. Is this still about Billy? Because I already told you—”

“No, it’s nothing. Just drop it.”  Steve murmured impatiently.

“If it’s nothing then open your eyes and look at me.” Y/N dared him, her breath warm on his face.

Steve knew that if he didn’t, she would know that something was up, so he opened them. Y/N laid on her side, her arm supporting her head and her face just above his. Their faces were so close that if Steve moved his head up a bit, he’d be kissing her.

“There you go.” Y/N whispered, looking down on him. Steve thought he had seen something change in her eyes, but before he could pinpoint what it was, she had seated up with her back to him. Steve let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding the moment she leaned away.

“Sit up. We have to talk.” Y/N said, her sweet voice now sounding serious and professional. Steve gulped loudly and did as he was told.

“I thought you were going to call.” he said as he adjusted himself on the bed so they would have a little more space between their bodies.

She turned her head to him and shrugged. “I was, but I don’t think that’s a conversation over the phone.”

That seemed to only make the atmosphere between them more tense — Steve nervous about what she was going to say and Y/N worried she wouldn’t be able to word it right.

“Besides, do you have anything better to do than hangout with your best friend on a Friday night?” Y/N said chuckling in an attempt to lighten up the mood.

The words ‘best friend’ just plunged the invisible knife deeper into Steve’s chest, remembering him exactly what he was and would always be. “What is it that you want to talk about?” he asked in a crude manner.

Y/N was clearly hurt by that, her smile faltering. “I, uh… I wanted us to set boundaries for our… You know…” she answered hesitantly.

“Our fake relationship?” Steve completed, focusing his eyes at her and shaking his head. “We never had boundaries before.”

“Well, yeah, that was before we started this.” she said and gestured between them with her hand.

“You said people already thought we were dating. I figured we would just not deny it now.” he told her scowling. 

Steve knew he had no right to feel angry at her. It was his fault that he let himself fall so deeply for her, but listening to Y/N talk about boundaries and their friendship just set him off. He was tired of boundaries. He was tired of having to always limit his actions and feelings when all he wanted to do was hold her and tell her how he felt.

“There’s more to dating than holding hands and hanging out, Steve.” Y/N stated. 

‘That’s all you think we do? Hold hands and hang out?’ Steve wanted to say, but he didn’t. “Like what?” he asked instead.

“Like kissing, for example. And pet names.” Y/N had her eyebrows furrowed and looked straight ahead, as if she had forgotten Steve was there next to her. “And love. And lust. And pure adoration for one another.”

“If we do that, wouldn’t it contradict our whole ‘we broke up because we were better off as friends’ thing?” he questioned warily, almost too afraid to listen to what she would say to that.

Y/N looked back at him again. “There’s a difference between loving someone and being in love with them, Steve.”

It would be so easy for Steve to say it in that moment — ‘I’m in love with you’ — but his mouth felt dry and the words just wouldn’t leave his mouth.

“And I love you.” Y/N told Steve earnestly. He had heard her say that to him so many times, but this time around it felt different. It felt like she was saying it with sadness, and Steve couldn’t know why.

Y/N turned her whole body to Steve, sitting with her legs crossed while facing him. “That’s why I want to do this right. I’d hate to lose you because you were being a good friend and helping me hook up with some guy.”

“You’re never going to lose me, Y/N.” he whispered, mimicking her position and sitting face to face with her. “Even if the guy is Billy Hargrove.”

Y/N let out a laugh at that, bringing her hands up and pushing him playfully. Steve smiled and grabbed her hands, bringing them down and lacing their fingers together. This was easy for Steve. Joking around and being affectionate with each other has been something they’ve done for as long as he could remember.

“Hey, Billy’s hot, ok? He’d be a good hook up, that’s all there is to it.” Y/N said and squeezed his hands. “You know, there’s only one guy who’s hotter than him.”

Steve’s heart dropped. “And who would that be?” he sighed.

“Oh, just some guy named Steve Harrington.” she said giggling. Steve felt his cheeks go red even though he knew she couldn’t actually mean what she had said.

“Flattery will get you nowhere.” he mumbled, rolling his eyes dramatically.

Y/N pouted and cocked her head to the side. “I’m only telling you the truth.” 

Not a second later, Y/N let go of Steve’s hand and pushed him down on the bed once again. Out of reflex, Steve opened his arms and let Y/N lay down on his chest, wrapping his arms around her back.

This had always been Y/N’s way of telling Steve she wanted him to hold her. She would always somehow find a way to get him to lay down — that could happen just with a certain look on her face or literally her pushing him down — but she would never actually say the words. Steve never questioned her why, thinking it was just another one of her quirks and mannerisms he had grown to love.

“The party is tomorrow.” she stated suddenly. Steve only hummed in response. “And I’m guessing you won’t feel comfortable kissing me.” she continued on, her voice getting slower and quieter with every word.

The selfish part of Steve’s brain wanted to tell Y/N she was wrong, that there was nothing in this world he wanted to do more than kiss her. But, thankfully, the racional side of his brain spoke louder this time and he made the right decision regarding this whole situation for once. “No, I won’t.”

“Then we’ll have to really make it seem like we’re in love, Harrington.” Y/N breathed out on his neck before pressing a kiss into his exposed skin and cuddling further into him.

Only when her breathing had slowed down and little snores started coming out of her nose was when Steve gathered the courage to say it out loud. “I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

He let the words roll out of his tongue slowly, a relieved smiled plastering on his face as he forgot all the worries and heartbreaks the next day would bring and held the girl he loved.

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Cutest I’ve felt in a while

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For those asking what I look like

Just cause I like myself in hinata

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If I could take your sadness, I would

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Worst and best quality: I would put your needs and happiness over mine

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This has been why I haven't been able to work on any fics and I am sorry

I remember wanting to be a nurse because I thought the pay was good and because I thought it wouldn’t be too difficult. But now that I’m almost done with school that opinion is probably the most that has changed.

Nursing school has been challenging not only in tests and paperwork that had me up till late hours and basically ruined my social life (not that I had one to begin with) but also a challenge on my own mental health when you see patients in critical conditions that may or may not get better. It has been anything but easy but it’s still something I would never trade for anything.

Also I’m no longer doing it for the pay but for myself. I stuggle with validity, I want to know that what I do means something that I’m not wasting my time, I just want to make a difference, i want to feel like I matter. And when patients are discharged or I go tell my patients that I’m done with my shift and have them tell me that they really appreciated my care makes my heart swell much. Families telling me that I made a difference, patients that genuinely ask if I’ll be back the next day, a genuine thank you, it all helps me with my struggle because they let me know that I do make a difference. I genuinely make my goal to basically give my best care, treat them Like family because I understand how stressing being hospitalized can be. It’s just such a holistic job that I could go on and on about.

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Inked | Part 2

Peter Parker x Reader

soulmate au: you and your soulmate have tattoos that represent the others interests that tingle when you two are close to one another

Word count: 2,439

Part 1

Peter. The simple two syllable name that belonged to person that made your arm tingle and spark like no other, the name of your soulmate. It felt nice to finally put a name to the person that your tattoo sleeve was based on. But you strongly wised that you could meet the face of your soulmate, but when he was Spiderman you can partly understand why he didn’t want to.  

You still couldn’t believe that you had met Spiderman, and to top it off…he was also your soulmate. The only way you could even believe that last night truly happened, was the small peony and gardenia that showed up on your wrist.

You mindlessly traced over the small tattoo, still remembering the tingles that you felt by just being near Peter. Your soulmate’s interest was inked across your skin, science and Spiderman was his, but now seeing these small flowers made your heart race. You wanted to believe that it meant that Peter had gained an affinity for flowers, like you, but you deep down these small flowers were meant for you.

That thought alone, made your face heat up and heart race like as if you had ran a marathon. All day at school you wanted to find your soulmate, but you needed to respect Peter’s choices, you knew that the reason that he kept himself away was because of his secret identity, but that still didn’t shake your temptation to finally meet your soulmate, not when he was so close to you.

You were lying on your bed still trying to process everything. When you heard a small pat against your window, you thought nothing against it, thinking it was just the typical Queens prank, but when the small sound repeated itself, you finally turned, greeted by a beautiful bouquet that was set in your fire escape.

A bouquet of red and blue peonies, with beautiful gardenias and forget me nots. It was beautiful arrangement. You went to your window, opening it to pull in the bouquet, already getting the scent of freshly picked flowers. A soft expression grew on your face, as you realized who sent these flowers. You let out a small giggle, failing at hiding your smile.

Your arm started to shoot small tingles, feeling the tattoos spark to life, letting you know that Peter was close. You looked up seeing none other than the familiar white visors of Spiderman, startling you taking a step back, causing you to lose your balance in the process.

You were already expecting feeling your bum to hit the floor; however the only thing you felt was a warm hand encase your wrist as he pulled you back, letting you regain your balance. You were face to face, or rather face to chin with Spiderman as he was hanging upside down from the stairs of the fire escape. Spidey let out a soft chuckle.

“glad you found this amusing,” as a small huff left your lips, you tried to look annoyed at him, but you knew that you were failing since it only made him laugh a bit more.

“Hey is that anyway to thank the person that just saved you from your fall?” his face leaning closer to yours, but you weren’t going to back out, not wanting to see how much of an effect he had on you.

“Thanks by the way,” smiling up at Peter, holding the bouquet closer to your chest.

Peter almost promised himself to get you a bouquet daily if it meant that you would look this beautiful and pure every single time. He shook his head trying to remove the thought the head, because right now he was Spiderman not the easily flustered and shy Peter Parker.

“Your welcome, I mean I couldn’t let my soulmate fall,” the term sounding so foreign from his lips, still not believing that he was able to talk to you.

Soulmate. That word made your insides fill with what felt like butterflies, making you further hide into the flowers, wanting to hide how flustered he was making you. You looked at anywhere but him, memorizing the various hues the petals, trying to calm yourself by looking at the thing that never fails to center you, but it wasn’t working when you remembered that it was Peter that gave these flowers to you.

“I meant thank you for the flowers,” you whispered for gaze still on the flowers, because you knew that if you looked up at him, may not have been able to speak without stuttering.

You heard the thud against the stairs, the sparks going crazy on your arm. His gloved hand traced up your tattoos, the skin underneath feeling like fire, but you couldn’t push him away, in fact you craved to feel his bare fingers against your skin. His fingers traced down your arm, landing on the new flower tattoos that appeared, the sparks now running through your whole body.

“This one is new,” bringing your hand up to further inspect it, “I don’t remember seeing this one the other night.” The white eye visors zoning in on the tattoo.

“Because it wasn’t,” you whispered, almost thinking that maybe he hadn’t heard it.

Your breathing became more shallow and quicker, everything about Peter becoming overwhelming. You didn’t think someone that literally came into your life just the other day, could make your heart feel like this. You could honestly admit that there was something that drew you to him, but you weren’t sure if this natural connection you felt with him was because you knew that he was your soulmate or the reason it felt so natural to see yourself with him is what made him your soulmate to begin with.

His gloved hand, lifted your head, letting him fully see the aftermath of his presence, “I woke up with spider webs and a small spider on mine,” he whispered. You touched his arm wondering what his arm looked like; wanting to see the tattoos underneath, but the need to see his face was greater.

“I bet they look beautiful,” you whispered.

“They are, I mean, only makes sense, since they take after you.”

This time it was Peter that looked away, not sure where he got the courage to say that out loud, but he was telling the truth.  He knew that he was taking too long, he only really meant to drop off the flowers and leave, but he couldn’t pull away from you, not when you were as entrancing as hidden forests and meadows that you hear in fairytales. This made sense because he felt that should he ever be with you it would be like a fairytale come true.

He really wanted to meet you as Peter Parker, then he could keep his Spiderman secret from you, but things were not in his favor. when you had met his alter ego first. That would be a regret he would have to carry, because it was his fault for not doing something sooner and purposely avoiding you at school.  

“Do you have time to talk?”

Your face quickly shot up, not expecting him to actually stay longer than just a few moments. You nodded, taking any chance to be with him longer.

“But do you mind if we talk on the roof?” knowing that it was a safer, since you went sure if the walls would be able to hide his voice.

“I’ll meet you up there,” already swinging up to the roof to talk to you.

You quickly changed into something warmer and told your parents that you were going to tend to your garden, knowing you wouldn’t get questioned over it. You ran up the stair and through the door, your lungs and thighs burning, to spot peter sitting against the ledge, much like the previous night.

You slowly approached; wanting to calm down your racing heart, that you knew wasn’t from running up the stairs. Taking a deep breath you sat next to him, not sure what to do next.

“Did you put the flowers in vase?”

“Yea, they are really pretty Peter,” playing with your hands, trying to keep them from touching him again, “but why did you get them?

“I wanted to apologize,” eying that Peter hands were fidgeting with his web shooters.

You turned to look at him, a puzzled look on your face as you tried to think of what he could possibly be apologizing for, “you don’t have to apologize for your small patch up the other night,” it was the only thing came to mind.

“That’s not what I'm apologizing for,” his voice soft, showing how vulnerable he really felt.

“Then what are you apologizing for?” turning your body to face his.

Peter balled his fist, unsure of what do to next. You wanted to ask so much, but right now you needed him to break the silence. You placed your hand on his fist that immediately loosened and relaxed. His hand slowly turned, letting your fingers slip between his, the sparks now lighting up your whole body by just his simple touch. The bustling sound of the lively city muted around you, everything focusing on this moment and him. You intertwined your hands, expecting him to pull away, but he didn’t, instead he gave your hand a light squeeze.  

“I'm apologizing for everything, for never talking to you as Peter, for avoiding you at school, for not being able to give you the relationship you want. I'm apologizing for everything that comes with me being your soulmate,” his hand squeezing yours needing something to anchor himself. He was hurting because he knew that despite wanting to be there for you, this was as close as he could allow himself to be, and he yearned to be closer.

“Peter I told you, you don’t need to apologize,” resting your forehead on his shoulder, instinctively placing a small kiss on his suit.

“No you don’t get it. I had many chances to talk to you, to get to know you as Peter, but I never did. And now…I can't,” his voice cracking in between words.

Peter’s arms brought you on his lap, pulling you into a hug. Your world becoming scented with shampoo and a hint of sweat, memorizing the scent that belonged to Peter, you just wanted to burn every detail about him into memory. You hugged him back, making him feel even smaller in your arms, and even more vulnerable than ever, hinting you that he was one that rarely showed his true emotions.  One of his hands lifted the bottom portion of his mask, letting him press a kiss to the top of your head.

“I'm not mad at you Peter, I can't get mad at you because given your situation right now, I would probably do the same thing,” nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, seeing stands of curly brown hair, that you couldn’t help but toy with. “But can I ask you something Peter?”

He nodded, his hold on you not loosen, wanting to hold you as close as he could, because right now you were what was keeping him from breaking down even more.

“Why did you never approach me at school, especially if you knew I was your soulmate? Did you not want me with you?” your hand clutching his suit, making Peter feel even more because you felt hurt, and he was the reason for it.

“I did, I still do. I wanted to talk to you so many times, but I didn’t think you would’ve liked me?”  He admitted, biting down his lips to keep himself from saying anything else.

It was getting harder to breathe, and it wasn’t because of his hold on you, but rather by how overwhelming his raw emotions felt. You could feel how exposed he was, his heart was on his sleeve letting you peak at the person that resided within the suit and you knew there was still so much more he was hiding.

“Peter, why would you think that? We’re soulmates for a reason,” you whispered as your fingertips brushed against his exposed skin of his neck, making Peter’s own heart beat faster.

“Because I'm not cool or important like Spiderman. I'm a nobody; I'm a nerd that gets made fun and bullied constantly, I only have two friends, and constantly outlasted, I'm not like you (Y/N), I'm not popular or well liked, I'm just nothing. I didn’t want you to know that your soulmate was a loser or worse, that you wouldn’t want me because you deserve so much better,” his voice slightly chocking at the last part, and trying so hard to keep his lips from quivering.  

Your heart was breaking, this was too much raw emotion for you to handle. You cupped his face, before leaning to press a kiss against his soft cheek. Your single kiss became kisses, feathering his face with small kisses. You felt the underneath tense up as his jaw tightening, almost to keep himself from tearing up.

“Count your blessings, not your flaws,” each word punctuated with a small chaste kiss before pulling away, “I told you, you are deserving of a soulmate. And no matter what you say, I could never be ashamed of you or anything, even if you weren’t Spiderman,” you forehead pressing against his. “Did you really think I would reject you Peter?”

“No, but I couldn’t help but think about it over and over. You deserve so much more (Y/N),” he whispered, his hands covering yours, pulling down to press a kiss in the center of your palm.

“I wish you could see how wrong you are, because when it comes to the two of us, I think it’s me that got lucky, not you,” your thumbs caressing his face, toying with the edge of his mask.

You weren’t sure how long you two stayed like that, it could have been minutes or hours because time didn’t seem to matter, not when you were in his arms. Being either Peter felt as easy as breathing, it didn’t require any thinking; it didn’t require effort, it just felt natural. You thought it was ridiculous when you heard stories when soulmates meeting and instantly falling in love, but right now, it didn’t seem so ridiculous. Your heart never once slowed down since it was in his presence, the butterflies you felt never stopped, and in fact they felt that they were more alive than ever.

“Peter, can I please know who you are, can I see the person underneath the mask?”

so yea this is part 2, really hope it wasnt that bad. so yea, really know what you all think. i honestly didnt think that people would have liked it as much as they did. i was honestly expecting a few notes but i saw that it finally hit the 1k mark i was like ‘woah’, so thanks it really helped me push through. hope to have part 3 up by the end of the week but not for certain. also sorry for any grammar mistakes

tag list: @parkerbpete @castellagreen @spideytrxsh @seargantbcky @thalia-prior-of-ravenclaw @winchester-lover95 @ladysnowren @smollittlebean @clairesrainbow @pinkynerd @bigbangt1963 @philipshaaayyyy @randomhp-twstuff @irregular-fascinations @skymoonandstardust @lisalis101 @bees-are-more-important @emrysaaryn @themaddesthattter @vespertinelunacy  @seafrost-fangirl @psychael @notawarriorjustyet @dianileesawsomeness @meganliiz @slightly-depressed-idiot @pizzypaste @rem-darling @superwholockyooooo @twilight-loveer

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Tag List for Inked

alright so i am finishing up part two of inked. And I am looking through my inbox and notes to see who wanted to be added to a tag list for it. and want to know if anyone else wanted to be added. feel free message me, or comment/reply on this post to let me know if you want to be added on a tag list. so yea let me know?

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Hi! Are you going to write a second part to 'But I Love You'? So good!

omg this question has been filling my ask box, like no joke. i honestly thought that not many people would enjoy it, but it actually did a lot better than Inked (which i put a bit more effort to)

but regarding the question, yea i guess i will since, after seeing feedback for it, i would feel bad if i dont continue it. 

however first i have to write up the next chapter for Inked and sort out a tag list for it (to think i would get a tag list going on is mind blowing for me)

and then see where to take part to of ‘but i love you’, so yea, expect it coming out, even tho i cant give you a set date for it, but i hope by the end of the week?

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i don't mean to be pushy but do you have any idea when the next part for the soul mate au will be out? i loved the first part, you write really well!!😊💗

Oh no you're not being pushy, I will admit that I haven't started writing the second part of the soulmate au, and I will start either today or tomorrow so I hope I can have it up by either Monday or Tuesday at the latest.Since people have asked to tag them when it's out feel free to leave your name and I'll tag you on it. Yo ure not being rude. In fact it motivates me to write since people are actually interested in reading it

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DO YOU TAKE REQUESTS!!!!!!!!!?

Yes?!?!?!!

I mean you can submit them if you want, but I can’t guarantee that I’ll do it, however I will let you know if I will write it. But yea inbox it to me and if I like it I’ll do it.

Really hope that doesn’t come across as rude, it’s just I don’t like feeling too pressured on writing something if the interest isn’t there.

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But I Love You

Peter Parker x Reader

Request:  Hey do you think that you can write a peter Parker x reader where the reader and peter are friends and goes under some anesthesia after some sort of surgery. After the surgery peter say some really fluffy things to the reader while she records it. (anon)

really hope you liked the request

tags: @parkerbpete @rosaetum @ladysnowren @lunastarwatcher

word count: 2,739 (i can’t seem to write short fics)

“You sure you're not in any pain Peter? I can always go get the nurse if you want,” your voice filled with worry as your best friend was getting prepped for his cast for his broken arm.

“No, I'm fine (Y/N), I can feel it working. My arm doesn't even hurt that much,” trying to calm you down.

“You sure?” still wanting to make sure he was ok.

Peter nodded, squeezing your hand slowly calming you down. You both waited till the nurse would roll you into the room where they would take x rays and apply his cast.

“Are you sure you don't want Aunt May in here instead?” your hand interlacing with his.

“No, don't think she would be able to handle this,” trying his hardest to not show how much of an effect your touch was having on him.

Peter was starting to think that maybe Ned would have been a better choice, because he couldn't he wasn't sure he could trust himself once the anesthesia kicks in. He's seen the videos of people admitting some personal secrets, and last thing he wanted was to admit his love for you, since he wasn’t sure it would cause problems between you two.

You and Peter had been best friends since 6th grade, somewhere along the way you had stolen his heart, but this point he would have willingly given it to you. Simple touches made his face heat up, warm smiles made his breath stop; you holding his hand made his heart explode, everything about you just sent his body on overdrive.

“Thanks (y/n),” you don’t know how much you mean to me. That's what he wanted to admit but he doubted that he ever could, because he would be sure to get tongue tied in the process.

“I'd do anything for you Peter,” your smile lightening up your face that instantly made his heart pound against his chest.  

It had to be illegal to be that adorable, and what's worse is you had no clue how much of an effect you had on him. He could hear Ned’s voice in the back of his head, telling him to admit his feelings for you. He would always refuse stating that he needed to find the right moment to tell you.

“(y/n), there's something that I should tell you…,” feeling like this was the best moment to tell you.

You nodded, seeing a slight change in his attitude.

“I-”

“Peter Parker we are ready for you downstairs,” the nurse knocked as she let herself in.

Peter quickly shut his mouth, already feeling his face heat up with embarrassment and anxiety that made him squeeze your hand, as his jaw becoming stiff. You cupped his hand, pulling him from overworking mind, his chocolate eyes locked with yours, seeing that they were starting to relax, his breath starting to become more even.

 “You're going to be fine Peter, I'll be here the whole way,” giving him the smile that never fails to make him weak.

Peter bites his lip feeling slightly better; he squeezes your hand offering his own smile in return before turning to the nurse, “is it ok if she comes with me?”

The nurse smiled, “yes, as long as she follows instructions, your aunt is still going to be waiting outside, so if you need to, you can also step outside,” referring that last part towards you.

“Thank you,” both yours and Peter's mood lifting.

“So I'm just here to give Peter his administration of a general anesthesia before the we take him that way it starts taking affect when they start with everything downstairs,” as she went with the medication administration process and possible side effects.

You followed them as they took him to a new room, starting to see the medication take effect as he started to relax, a soft smile forming, as the medic team worked around him.

“Is this supposed to happen?” not knowing what to expect.

“yes, we gave him something a bit strong, since they may have to realign his broken arm a few times till they get it right,” the doctor explained, “however we are going to ask to step outside while we take the x rays alright?” as they started the first set of x rays.

You nodded, easily being able to remove your hand from his holds, but didn't notice the way his hand followed yours, Peter not wanting to be away from you.

A few moments later you were called back in after the x-rays were done. The moment you walked in Peter's eyes looked glazed over, a goofy smile on his face. However you were more distracted by the white plaster that was being mixed, while the nurse was starting to stabilize his arm.

“Hey Peter,” sitting on the bedside chair, as they explained that they were able to align his arm perfectly in the first try.

“Doctor have you met my girlfriend?” his voice slightly slurred but still had the typical enthusiasm that you have grown to love.

Girlfriend? You were sure that he's never mentioned a girlfriend before to you before. You seriously thought about texting Ned to ask him if Peter was keeping secrets from you, especially when Ned knew your feelings toward Peter.

“No I don't think I have Peter?” he smiled as he starting applying the cast, while the nurse kept his arm stable.

“Well she's right here, isn't she beautiful. Most beautiful girl in all Middletown…all Queens,” his smile lighting up the whole room as he looked over at you, “and she's mine!” dragging out that last part in almost a sing song way.

Your face instantly heated up, eyes wide that you were pretty sure that you looked like a deer in front of a headlight look. You his girlfriend? You beautiful?

“Peter I'm not your girlfriend,” your face feeling like it was burning up, not being able to look Peter in the eye, but couldn't help but hold his hand.

“Are you sure we aren't dating?” his eyes now focused on your hands, “I mean we hold hands all the time, you sleep over at my home, you braid my hair! I think we’re dating.”

“No you've never asked me out,” trying to keep your composure.

“Ok, (Y/N) will you go out with me?!” his voice getting louder with each word, “I promise to make you so happy, you won't regret it!”

“I don't think so Peter,” your heart now hammering against your chest, even though you’ve imagined him saying those words countless times, nothing could really prepare you to actually hear them, even if he wasn’t fully himself.

“But why not?” his face reminding you of a child who was refused his favorite toy, “I love you (Y/N), don't you love me?” his voice coming out low.

You could hear the soft chuckles of the med staff, finding this moment amusing, not helping with the embarrassment that you were feeling, “Peter, pretty sure putting her in the spot isn't going to win her love,” his nurse stated.

“But you don't get it, I love her sooooo much! She is so beautiful, and kind, and amazing. When she holds my hand, I never want to let go, and she's so beautiful. I sometimes imagine calling her (Y/N) Parker, but that's not till after we graduate college,” his words coming at high speeds that you almost wondered if you heard everything correctly. “And when she's in my room, she may not know it but I take pictures of her all the time. And when she smiles it's just wow, her laugh is just whoa, (Y/N) is just something else. ”

Your face felt like it was on fire but try as you couldn't help but smile at what Peter was saying to you. You knew that Peter may not mean the things that he was currently saying, but still it was nice to hear them. You couldn’t help to wish that he really meant it.

“Hey (Y/N),” his hand shaking yours, you looked over at Peter hoping that he wouldn’t notice how flustered he was making you, “I love you soooo much! I would make you so happy if you gave me a chance.”

You smiled because you knew that he was saying the truth. One of the reasons that you fell so hard for Peter was because he was everything you wanted in someone: patient, kind, understanding, and so many qualities that you weren’t even sure that you could list off. Falling in love with Peter was as easy as breathing, and right now, this felt even easier than that.

“I know you would,” softly smiling at Peter, seeing the pink tint to Peter’s face glad that you weren’t the only one feeling flustered, “but we aren’t dating right now.”

“Well we can change that (Y/N), just date me” his voice getting louder with each passing word, “make me the happiest guy in all new York (Y/N)!”

You sighed, “Ok Peter I’ll date you,” knowing that there was no harm in playing along, it’s not like he would remember this later, right?

Instantly his eyes lit up, a large grin forming on his face, “she said yes! Doctor she said yes, I'm dating (Y/N)! My dream came true,” the doctor wrapping his cast in red and blue, as he cheered on and so did the nurses, “see even they are happy for us!”

Your heart was hammering against your chest, at the way he felt so happy on asking you out. The last thing that you expected was for him to bring your intertwined hands and kiss the back of your hand, “I love you so much (Y/N)!” you couldn’t help but smile at him, “gosh I love your smile so much, I wish I could take a picture of it right now.”

You were lost for words, how do you even respond to that. You weren’t sure if the right thing to do was to play along, or correct him.

“So we are going to keep him here for a while longer, till the effects wear off a bit,” the doctor explained, “I'm just going to step outside and explain the care and follow up appointment to his aunt,” as he stepped outside to find aunt may.

“Babe?” bringing back your attention to Peter, “do you not love me?”

“Peter, of course I do!” not wanting to see him upset like earlier, “why wouldn’t I love you?”

“Then why don’t you say it? Did I do something wrong?”

You really were stuck. Of course you loved Peter, but you honestly meant your feelings, unlike Peter, because for all you knew this could be a somewhat delusion from what they administered to him. However this could be the only time that you could freely admit your feelings to him, without any consequences of ruining your friendship.

“No Peter, I truly am in love with you, have been for a while. But I don’t think you are going to remember this when your back to normal, but yes I love you dearly,” you leaned and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Don’t you ever doubt that.”

“I wouldn’t I remember my dream girl saying she loves me,” he said with a saddened face.

“I love you so much Peter, but you aren’t going to remember this later,” you explained.

“Can I see your phone?” his demeanor constantly changing.

You were surprised, just a moment ago he was a sad small child now; you could literally see the small gears in his mind working. He had a plan and you weren’t sure what he could be thinking in his state of mind. “Yea,” pulling out from your back pocket and unlocking it for Peter.

He let go of your hand to hold the phone, as a small smirk formed on his face, “are you sure we weren’t dating before this?” tilting the phone in your direction to let you see a picture of Peter of your and Peter showing eating a giant slice of New York style pizza. You were embarrassed, that you instinctively went to reach for your phone, but even in this state, his reflexes were better than yours. “Hey I'm not done yet,” he said as he started scrolling through your phone, and opening the camera app.

You were a bit confused, if he wanted to take a selfie, he could have told you and you could have taken it instead. However Peter switched from camera to record, seeing the small red circle at the corner as the timer started.  

“Is this thing recording?” his eyes squinting, and instantly opening wide when he realized that he was, “ok future Peter, or present Peter? I honestly don’t know which one you will be, but that’s beside the point. So I am here to tell you that you need to man up and ask (Y/N) out, I mean just look at her,” switching the camera to you, making you instantly cover up your face, “I mean she just said that she loves us, well me…us? I'm getting sidetracked, but yes ask her out! She’s prefect, also I mentioned the photo album we have of her, so make sure you deny it exists! Also she gave me a kiss, take that future Peter!” his mood changing as fast as he was talking.

You let out a laugh, he really was something else, “see even her laugh is beautiful, you have to promise me that you will do anything possible to make her laugh,” his eyes meeting yours, “seriously Peter we need to make her ours! Also we need more pictures of her smiling,” failing to whisper that last part to himself, “(Y/N) if you are watching this with future me, I LOVE YOU SOOOO MUCH! I would blow you a kiss with my other hand, but it’s sort of broken?” but still attempted to give the camera a kiss, “and if Peter says that he was lying about our feelings for you, he is lying. Bad Peter! You should see our notebooks, your name is written all along the margins, it’s embarrassing if you ever see them, but you won't, so it doesn’t matter,” earning him another of your laughs, “I'm sorry future me, I wasn’t supposed to tell her”

You laughed even more, “Ok (Y/N) you have to promise me that you will forget that last part?”

“Forget what?” Already playing along to his request.

“Forget that I write your name all over my notebooks and have photos of you everywhere,” he said with a warm smile.

You nodded and leaned in to press a kiss on Peter’s forehead, making sure to comb through his chocolate curls, bringing back Peter’s bright smile on his face, almost reminding you of a puppy.

“Take that future me! She kissed me! Twice!” as he pointed at the camera at himself, knowing that he was going to be so red in the face when he sees the video later.

“I could kiss future Peter too,” wondering what sort of reaction you would get.

“No! I mean yes, no! Is it possible to be jealous of myself? Because I feel jealous,” he said, forgetting that he was recording, “but you will kiss me later again right?”

“Only if you ask me out Peter!”

“But I asked you out just a few minutes ago,” momentarily dropping the phone, “you're my girlfriend, and I am the luckiest boyfriend in all of Queens! Plus that’s the point of this video, show it to me when I'm ‘normal’, even though I feel completely fine right now,” as he reached for your hand. “Promise me you'll show me the video, maybe then I’ll find the courage to ask you out,” he stated.

“You really do love me Peter?” part of you still doubting him.

“Of course I do! I love you so much (Y/N), I love you! I love you, and if my arm wasn’t like this, I would pull you and kiss you soooo much!”

“You’re going to be so embarrassed when I show this to you later,” you said reaching for your phone to end his recording.

“No I won't! I still can't believe you doubt my love!” reaching for your hand.

“Well see later, lover boy.” Kissing his head once more.

“Take that future Peter! Also…sign my cast! Can't wait till I ask you out again later!”

so yea second peter work done. hopefully the person that requested this liked how it turned out, no way of knowing since it was an anon. also for those asking i will continue Inked, however with the way I’ve planned it dont think its going to be so happy. really just trying to get the hang of his character, hopefully i’m doing him justice