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Silent Treatment - Battinson x Reader Oneshot

Warnings: Pre-established relationship; Gender Neutral Y/N; ANGST; fluff; allusion to oral but not at all a smut; barley sexual content

Word Count: 1.4 k

Summary : On a Sunday night in Y/N and Bruce watching tv, Y/N is curling up with their cat and clearly not paying much attention which makes him more jealous than he’d like to admit. Y/N tired to tease Bruce into forgiving their lack of attention, but the tables turn quickly as they learn what a lack of attention can feel like through Bruce’s silent treatment.

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You partially laid on your end of the couch with your cat curled up on your chest. You smiled down at her, practically petting her to death. Pet owners would know that feeling when you’re looking at your pet who is so cute you have the urge to squeeze them, but know the animal’s limitations you revert to petting them all about. It was a Sunday night in your apartment and you and Bruce were watching tv... but in a way... that wasn’t really what was going on. After all, you were watching your cat purr on your chest and Bruce was watching you watch your cat purr on your chest.

Bruce was fresh out of the shower slumped on the coach with a manspread going on about his legs after a short night of his escapades. Sundays were often like this, just the two of you together in your apartment.

Content with the warm snuggles from your cat, you flashed your eyes over to Bruce who you realized was looking at you, and whether he knew it or not, he had this certain look on his face while looking at you and that damn cat, almost like he was jealous at the attention you were giving it.

“You wish this was you huh?” you stated aloud, motioning to the cat. His eyes snapped up from the furry animal to you.

“What?” he asked, a smirk hinting at his lip.

You almost burst out laughing. Smiling harder at him before you continue.

“You look a little jealous there Bruce...” you laugh. Bruce only rolls his eyes.

“I’m not jealous of an animal Y/N” he mumbled, that light smirk on his lips recoiling as his eyes reverted back to the tv, crossing his arms.

Maybe he wasn’t jealous, but he sure looked good with that sourpuss look on his face.

You lifted the cat off from your chest and onto the ground. Bruce observed this out of the corner of his eyes as you then proceeded to turn to him.

“Was I neglecting you just now baby? Are you mad at me?” you asked in that voice of yours, leaning into him as if to tease him. He avoided your gaze, focusing his eyesight on the tv.

“No” he deadpanned, continuing to stare forward.

You couldn’t help but smirk. You reached out your hand to his chin to turn his head to meet your gaze. He complied easily at your touch, meeting your eyes. Staring at them you could see he was slightly upset.

“Aww, Bruce, you are mad at me!” you exclaimed playfully, causing him to turn his head back forward, this time not denying it.

“What can I do to make it up to you, huh?” you comfort, leaning in closer.

He continues with his silent treatment which only pushed you to provoke a response out of him even more.

You sighed, swinging your leg over the other side of his torso to straddle him now. He flashed his eyes up to you and then back to the tv, playing with the remote as if he was more interested in what was on.

“Tell me what I can do to make it better baby” you beg, leaning forward to his lips but pausing just before to see if he would meet you halfway.

Bruce tries his hardest to remain as still as possible under your stare to give the impression that he was unaffected by your advances, but it was his puppy eyes flashing from the tv to you that let you know he wanted more.

Your stomach tensed from butterflies at this look in his eyes. It was similar to that feeling of when you wanted to squeeze a cute animal but you couldn’t for fears of hurting it. But this was Bruce, and your tight embraces for looking as he did wouldn’t hurt him.

You proceeded to meet his lips, encouraged in that his lips were quick to responded. You love how he melted under your touch, his soft spot letting you get away with almost anything. You loved how he was so shy when you were the one in control.

You broke the kiss just dying to see how badly he wanted more from you, leaning back slightly to admire your work you couldn’t help but feel so full of yourself. Bruce tried to lean up for another kiss, so desperate for more. You had the protector of Gotham pinned under you, leaning up for another token of affection from you. You couldn’t help but snicker at the sight, causing him to quickly realize his mistake in giving into his wants. Almost embarrassed, he recovered to that passive look on his face, gritting his teeth as his attention turned back to the tv.

“Oh come on Bruce i’m just laughing at how cute you are” you whined with that smirk still on your face. Nevertheless, Bruce didn’t dare look back at you again in spite.

“Okay... I see how it is” you chide before leaning down into the crook of his neck to plant a kiss. You felt under your lips how he swallowed to push down the feelings said kisses were leaving him with. This only encouraged you more as you barely scraped your teeth against his neck. You noticed how his shoulders raised ever so slightly as if he was about to shudder. You watched as his face remained so Bruce Wayne style sourpuss, but his body was fidgeting ever so slightly at all you were doing for it. So drunk off his reaction, you really were leaving hickies now, saliva all along his neck creating goosebumps.

The cologne he sprayed after his shower, the one he knew you especially loved, only made you want him more. And still, Bruce was fighting to give you any reaction. The silent treatment continued.

You rolled your eyes as you looked up at his face, deciding to take this to the next level to really make thing difficult for him. You had a light smile about your face before your hand slid slowly down his chest and over his torso and back up again, your head laying on his shoulder, looking down at the sight.

Taking things up another notched, you slipped your hand under his shirt, feeling up to his toned chest and then down to his abs.

You sank off the couch, swiping your tongue across his torso which you exposed by lifting up his shirt. Although he still refused to meet your eye contact, it was clear amongst that sourpuss face of his that this was having an effect just feeling it.

Partially frustrated that he wasn’t giving in, you prepared the cherry on top to this performance as your hand found its way to his crotch. With on quick palm of it, you moved his leg to include you in between them, on your knees of the floor.

Interestingly he didn’t try to fight that off.

Looking up at him now, he was still staring at the tv

but not for long.

Your fingers slipped under the waistline of his sweatpants and tugged them to give away his black briefs. Although he was fighting for his face to remain unchanged, it was clear from the bulge of his briefs that it was getting to him in the intended way.

You gave him another palm through his briefs, having fun there for a moment before you were ready to proceed.

Looking up at him as you tugged the briefs down now, Bruce clicked the button of the remote to change the channel.

Your eyes furrowed as your mouth lingered so close to his length, and here he was changing the channel on the tv.

You scoffed in annoyance, rising from your position on the floor to leave, having enough of his dismissive antics.

You didn’t even make it another step before Bruce grabbed your wrist and pulled you back onto the couch, falling onto him.

“See how it feels?” he fully smirked this time, cocky at your frustration with him.

You narrowed your eyes at him before he pulled you onto his lips again harshly, slipping his tongue in.

He was trying to show you how it felt to not be the object of his attention clearly... and god was it educational.

You dont deny a moan to escaped from your mouth, satisfied at Bruce’s control. Eagerly, you decided to straddle his exposed torso, one hand running up it greedily just to feel the toned curves.

You manipulated the position of his head to reciprocate his kiss, your hands raking through his wet hair to push his lips harsher onto yours. His hand laid naturally on your waist, squeezing it tight almost as if to praise you. The hand switched from feeling his body to curling under and over his shoulder to pull him tighter against your body, moans of satisfaction both being let out at the exchange of tongues.

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papikakashikanh · 3 years ago

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CURRENTLY GOING FERAL OVER THESE 👹👹👹

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papikakashikanh · 3 years ago

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Battinson x Reader One Shot masterlist

Here are a lists of oneshots for Battinson x Reader written by yours truly :). Enjoy! Requests are open via messaging for Battinson!

Through her eyes Battinson x Reader Oneshot (Angst | 4,000 words )-

Bruce sends Y/N into the Iceberg Lounge for some information watching through her camera eye contact lenses but quickly regrets his neglect of her after a certain client cuffs Y/N to him in an attempt to make a pass at her. This results in a jealous Bruce who has yet to assert himself romantically with Y/N.

The Dark Nights, Battinson x Reader Oneshot (Angst | 3,100 words) - Bruce recently develops a habit of staying at Y/N’s apartment each night to avoid going home to the manor, however, he soon finds out that she may need this more than him, not to mention, it may affect his ability to separate work from his feelings for her.

Spoiled, A Battinson x Reader Oneshot (Angst | 4,300 words) - After staying in Y/N’s apartment under her covers doing complicating their relationship, Bruce deals with the aftermath of telling Y/N that he can't continue doing this every night. Y/N shows him what he’ll be missing out on by going to the iceberg longque to seemingly comply with a mission assignment of his. He realizes his mistake in sending her there when someone makes a move on her and he can’t help but feel jealous enough to act on his impulses for once. Sort of a continuation of The Dark Nights!

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papikakashikanh · 3 years ago

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SPOILED - A Battinson x Reader Oneshot

(My masterlist here if you want more Battinson x Reader oneshots)

Warnings: ALL ANGST

Word Count: 4,300 words

Summary : After staying in Y/N’s apartment under her covers doing everything to complicate their relationship, Bruce deals with the aftermath of telling Y/N that he can't continue doing it every night. Y/N shows him what he’ll be missing out on by going to the iceberg lounge as he asks, at first seeming to comply with a mission assignment of his. Once there, however, she makes Bruce soon realizes his mistake in sending her there when someone makes a move on her and he can’t help but feel jealous enough to act on his impulses for once to establish what they are.

A/N: Sort of a continuation of my other Y/N x Battinson oneshot about Bruce’s sleep overs which you can read about here!

Y/N wasn’t normally this difficult on assignments for Bruce, but this night in particular she was doing everything the opposite of what Bruce was asking just to piss him off . And maybe it was well deserved for their conversation last night.

Bruce had a habit of staying over Y/N’s each night for the past month or two. Prior to a week ago, things were not established between them as romantic… that was… until one night when it was storming out, Bruce acted on his impulses and slipped into Y/N’s bed as a means of comforting her… with his mouth that was. From then on, the nightly routine between the two of them quickly transformed into something more than just his mere presence in the room. They weren't simply partners in crime together anymore. Nevertheless, Y/N was becoming annoyed at how much colder Bruce was during those work hours together, even colder than he was before they exchanged saliva underneath her covers. Y/N knew Bruce took work seriously, but his demeanor towards her was even worse than before as he wouldn’t even let her touch him while on the Vengeance job. And yet… only hours later, Bruce would find himself crawling through Y/N’s bedroom window to express all his suppressed feelings by the means of lips, almost as if to say sorry for how he would treat her earlier in the night.

That was the redeeming quality of Bruce Wayne that kept Y/N hooked. When he was finished with his serious and brooding Bruce/Batman character he had going for him during their relationship, he would be so touch starved and vulnerable with her in their personal relationship. But even that aspect of him which allowed Y/N to stomach his cold and dismissive attitude of their romantic relationship was tearing at the seams due to the news he gave her last night.

As per usual, Bruce dragged himself in through the firescape after his night of work as he did every night for the last few months. But this time, when he slid under the covers something seemed off. He tried to sneak it in between kisses, his disappointing news of “I can’t see you every night Y/N”. When Y/N was taken aback by this statement, Bruce seemed upset almost as if she was denying him his last night of expressing himself.

“What?” she questioned.

The look on her face made him slightly nervous.

“I’ve been here every night for the past few months Y/N…” he started softly.

“And…?” she furrowed her eyebrows.

“… I have work to do back at the manor and this -”

“What work Bruce? Analyzing everything you already caught earlier in the night? You’re gonna drive yourself insane” she shot, throwing the covers off the two of them and glaring at him.

Bruce shifted knowing her reaction wouldn’t permit him from continuing what they had going any further tonight.

He looked up at her in guilt. In reality he knew the real reason this was bothering her so much was that she would have to resort back to sleeping alone and scared, two things that contradicted the other. After a break-in incident that happened in December to her neighbor downstairs, Y/N had trouble sleeping as any noise woke her up. She was paranoid sleeping by herself, and the thought of being subjected to that reality again was what upset her above all. And he knew that… but he also felt responsible for the work he had been neglecting at home for this.

He didn’t know what to say at the moment but simply stared at her, hoping for a forgiving change of attitude, but found the opposite. Y/N rose from the bed obviously upset at the news.

“You know, I can get over the sleeping alone thing. I can Bruce. I could get a stuffed animal or something. That’s whatever, but the other thing that annoys me is that this is the only time in the whole day where you don’t blow me off” she complained, looking over her shoulder at him.

He laid still, his hopeful face dropping at her tone. He also knew what she meant there…

“The whole day you’re an asshole to me Bruce. I mean yeah, I get it, you don’t want this spilling over into work, but you’re so dismissive you wont even let me touch you when we're alone. Is the only time you like me at 3 am Bruce? Do you like me for something else, is that it?” she retorted.

He watched how upset she was looking at him now, his eyes shifting under her gaze. This was his favorite part of the day too if she didn’t know, it was possibly the only thing he looked forward to. He didn’t mean to be so dismissive of her during the other parts of the day, but it was his fear that exactly what was happening now would affect their work life… and it would. And to her point about simply visiting for the more physical aspects of their relationship, it wasn’t that either, because things hadn’t even moved past making out, some grinding between clothes, and falling asleep together. They only exchanged the first kiss of their relationship last week so there wasn’t much of a physical end goal Bruce was manipulating by coming here.

A low “no” is all he could emit in response to her question.

His answer was clearly not enough to consol Y/N as she got out of bed completely. “I’m going to the bathroom… by the time I get back you better be gone” she warned before leaving the room.

Bruce was annoyed at her over dramatic reaction in his opinion, but he didn’t want to make things worse, so he did as she asked and left.

Bruce had asked Y/N to go to the Iceberg lounge tonight as a favor for him to get some information on the other girls working there, thinking in 24 hours Y/N might have gotten past the upsetting news he gave her last night to do this favor for him. He was sorely mistaken.

It was clear very early into the night that she wasn’t going to be very helpful in this mission. And this is exactly what Bruce was worried about in initiating a romantic relationship with Y/N when their work was so sensitive like this. Even when she stormed into the batcave for the camera contact lenses, it was clear she was still annoyed with him. And the room… or batcave rather… became tense quite quickly between himself, Y/N, and Alfred… and it was a large cave at that.

“Lemme see” he called, tilting her face by her chin to look up at him. It was an excuse to look her in those eyes of hers. Y/N molded under this touch for a brief moment in a moment of weakness, meeting his eye contact, likely due in part to the fact that a part of her too was eager for his touch. Staring him in the eyes, she could see what he was feeling even with that cold, deadpan pretty face of his masked by the cowl. He was clearly regretful and needy, the look in his eyes similar to his bedroom eyes she knew oh-so-well. But the thought of those bedroom eyes being ripped away from her to only specific instances was the thought that caused her to move her face away from his hold.

“They look good” he muttered before pulling away his hand, but his eyes lingered on her face with his heart feeling a tinge of regret. He couldn’t help but watch as the dim and unforgiving light of the cave made him want to touch her more. She was so gorgeous.

Y/N pressed her lips together before turning around and heading out of the batcave.

When she was out of the cave completely, Bruce let out a sigh of release from the heavy tension that lifted from the room.

“By God Bruce what did you do to that girl now?” Alfred groaned in disappointment.

Something he would soon regret.

Bruce quickly realized that when Y/N was fooling around in the club just to piss him off. Sure, she was passing by her coworkers to get their ID’s with the eye contacts as Bruce asked, but she too had a motive in going there.

She caught the attention of a certain regular to the club who she was especially favored by.

“Y/N!” The young guy called over to her, by her name at that. Bruce tensed at this, watching Y/N’s eyes shift to the guy sitting over on a couch , waving her over.

He furrowed his eyebrows at this but furthermore at her in turn approaching him.

“What are you doing?” Bruce mumbled, knowing Y/N could hear him.

She ignored his question and wandered over to the guy. Sitting beside him, he threw his arm over the side of the booth.

“Jason Vanderbilt” the ID read thanks to the contacts. He seemed around their age.

“How are you baby? I feel like I haven't seen you around here lately” he commented after giving Y/N a kiss on the cheek.

Bruce grit his teeth as she just let him do so.

“They’ve been putting me on the 2nd floor lately, sorry about that honey. But I've missed you” she cooed. And why did she need to say she missed him?

Bruce twitched in his seat, uncomfortable at that voice of hers being used on someone as worthless as him.

“Well it’s good to see you” he smiled slyly as the other hand brushed her knee.

“Y/N…” Bruce muttered again, now agitated.

Y/N was trying not to break out in laughter at the thought of Bruce getting aggravated at seeing other men interested in her.

“We were just drinking, are you thirsty?” Jason chided, raising a bottle of champagne he seemed to have on hand from an ice bucket beside him.

Bruce couldn’t help but roll his eyes at this guy’s attempts but quickly looked back to the monitor. Y/N wasn’t much of a drinker, and so Bruce did not expect her to take the glass he had poured out seemingly for her.

“One drink wouldn’t hurt” she practically purred before taking the glass extended to her and sipping from it.

Bruce grit his teeth seeing her do things outside of her true character.

The guy seemed to take this opportunity for him to run his hand higher up her thigh, which Y/N made sure she was looking down at for Bruce’s displeasure.

Y/N put the glass back down on the table and turned back to the man in front of her. He leaned into her ear which was even worse for Bruce as he would especially hear whatever this guy had to say.

“You know you’re the most gorgeous girl here right? What the hell are you doing working in a place like this?”

‘You should thank Bruce for my presence in the club tonight’ is what Y/N wanted to respond just to piss Vengeance off, but she didn’t.

“Where the hell else would my good looks be this profitable?” she cocked, tilting her head playfully.

“I can think of lots” Vanderbilt responded quickly.

“That’s enough Y/N” Bruce deadpanned to her, completely fed up at what he was hearing and seeing.

“Oh yeah?” Y/N smirked.

“Yeah” the guy affirmed.

“Like where?” she questioned, smirking harder at the thought that Bruce was hearing all of this shit.

“A magazine, a runway…” he went on.

“Film?” she asked ‘innocently’.

“Oh especially film” he agreed, the look of lust in his eyes.

“Y/N!!!!” Bruce barked aloud in a louder voice than normal, causing even some of the bats in the cave to awake and take flight so startled.

Y/N almost jumped in her seat at his voice in her ear, and besides worrying about whether Jason heard that, she couldn’t help but laugh at Bruce’s frustration.

This pissed Bruce off more knowing that his reaction was only leaving her to laugh to herself.

“What's so funny?” Jason questioned with a smirk.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered up as she adjusted herself accordingly, reminding herself of her script she had in mind.

“Come here” she ordered in a tone that shot a pang through Bruce’s heart. It reminded him of the way she said that when she clung to Bruce under the covers of her bed on those rainy nights. There he felt vulnerable enough to do the things to her he just couldn’t in the day time, even if he wanted to.

The sorrow in his heart turned in an instant at hearing the next line she emitted into the guy’s ear.

“I love seeing you get hot like this for me” she soothed, giving a light touch to his shoulder.

Bruce's face turned a bright red upon hearing her utter such a thing as that, but he was quickly seeing just that - red - after recounting who she was saying it to.

Bruce jolted up without hesitation.

“God dammit Y/N that’s it” he added in a lower voice which was rather intimidating than when he was yelling.

“You could see a lot more of that, why don’t we go somewhere?” the guy practically begged. She snickered to herself as Bruce was already in the car, anxious for her reply.

“Let me powder my nose in the bathroom and I’ll think about it, how does that sound?” she comforted.

Y/N proceeded to get up from the couch while the guy tried to linger his hand on her thigh as she walked away. Y/N walked to the bathroom where she could barely suppress her snicker.

“What the fuck are you doing Y/N?” Bruce complained in her ear.

“What, you didn’t like what you saw, baby?” she sighed, pushing open the door of the bathroom to stand in front of the mirror.

She looked just as good as when she left, and that was another reason as to why Bruce was so pissed.

“No” he mumbled in frustration, speeding out of the bat cave in the car.

“Then don’t watch… better yet…” she announced, noticeably reaching into her eyes to pull out the contact.

“If you take out the damn contacts, you’re gonna fucking regret it Y/N” he warned.

“Make me” she added before both the audio and video were disconnected.

“Fuck!” Bruce yelled, slamming his hand on the steering wheel.

It took less than 10 minutes for Bruce to arrive at the club driving at the speed he was, but with the radio silence from Y/N’s end, it was minutes too long for Bruce’s imagination to run rampant with ideas of what was going on in that damn club.

Even worse, he was daydreaming about all the nights he’d hold her in bed and when she got up for anything she easily gave into Bruce’s whines, settling for remaining in bed with him a little longer. She had a soft spot for him too in those late hours of the night he’d like to think to himself…but seeing her and the way she spoke to that guy felt like it wasn’t just Bruce Y/N could have a soft spot for, and that was the most annoying part. Even mad at her like this, Bruce couldn’t help but think about just wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close those nights in her apartment, that was his peace of mind.

She was so gorgeous and she knew it too. That night she was wearing the tightest red patent leather skirt he'd ever seen and a black corset. He was cursing at himself knowing that he could have been going home to that if he didn’t piss her off last night. He knew at the end of the day that that was what this was all about. This was an attempt from Y/N’s end to try to show what Bruce was going to miss out on if he didn’t appreciate it, and didn't establish what it was. And by god was it working. Bruce was not impulsive with his decisions nor fueled by anger, but he was in a completely different headspace tonight thinking that the feeling Y/N gave to Bruce was something others could feel and that was not special to him.

He didn’t bring the Bat suit barging into that Iceberg lounge after brushing past the twins. He didn’t want to attract that much attention. But he also didn’t want to proceed with what he was about to do as Bruce Wayne either, so in a middle ground, he had slathered on the eye paint and emerged into the club with his hood up. He requested Y/N on the third floor of the club which he hoped to be at least the one thing she followed that night as if she didn’t it would certainly make it more difficult to find her.

And there on the third floor she was. Emerging from the back staircase he watched her walk from the bar close by back to the guy’s table in that tight red skirt of hers. She laid down a tray of drinks before sitting down on the couch again beside the guy. Seeing this, Bruce didn’t hesitate to make his move before things escalated further. Making his way over to the section he grabbed Y/N’s arm and pulled her off from the couch to him without thinking.

She tensed at the feeling of someone grabbing her but upon realization that it was Bruce she was trying hard to push down a satisfying smirk. “What are you doing here?” she asked, seemingly entertained. Bruce however, was not happy with that tinge of satisfaction she had on her face. “You proud now Y/N?” he growled, pulling her onto him further. Her doe eyes batted up at his, surprised.

“Y/N wtf is going on?” Jason called out to her from the couch, but neither of the two paid him any mind.

“Meet me in the bathroom” he ordered looking past her over to the object of most of his anger.

“Shut the hell up Bruce I’m not going anywhere” she challenged, crossing her arms. Bruce’s eyes flashed back to Y/N’s at this retort.

“What?” he snared.

Her nose scrunched nervously at this side of Bruce.

“I said I’m not going anywhere,” she repeated.

“I’m not asking” Bruce deadpanned firmly.

“You don’t have the right t-” before she could even finish the rampage she was about to go off on, Bruce proceeded to throw her over his shoulder and carry her to the bathroom.

“Bruce!” She screamed aloud embarrassed. Suddenly her revenge wasn’t as funny anymore looking around at all the people staring at them.

He kicked in the door of the women's bathroom which startled the girls in it as they all jumped. He set her on the counter in a huff of annoyance.

All the girls in the bathroom stared at him like deer in headlights.

“Get out” he announced in the now dead silent bathroom. They shifted at the tone of his voice but it wasn’t enough to actually usher them out.

“I don’t care if you're snorting crack right now, GET OUT!” He raised his voice, this time, instilling the urgency of all the women to leave the restroom, those snorting crack included, leaving just Y/N and Bruce.

Bruce watched as the door shut behind the final girl leaving, turning to lock it.

Afterwards he turned back to Y/N who was trying to maintain a still composure although part of her was scared seeing Bruce so dominant and yet she was so excited at the same time.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you do that?” He questioned, the tone of his voice sounding genuinely upset.

Uncomfortable, the corners of her mouth slightly turned up.

“Is this funny for you Y/N, to see me upset?” he asked in all seriousness.

Y/N’s breath hitched.

“I don’t know…” she muttered.

“You don’t know?” he retorted with furrowed eyebrows.

“No-” “No what Y/N?”

“NO! I don’t like seeing it!”

“Then why did you do that!?” he yelled. “Because you deserved it!!!” she raised her voice back.

Bruce looked at her with frustration written amidst his eyes.

“Why? Just because I told you I can’t come over every night? That’s why I deserve this?!?” He mocked.

“NO! Because if you take away that than it’s just back to you being a fucking bitch to me!” she cried out.

Bruce’s shoulders shifted watching how equally upset she was at him, raising her voice at him like this.

She continued, “If I don’t have the night with you then when else do you treat me like you like me Bruce? It’s all about working with you. How is this going to work out???”

Bruce’s eyes waived as her concerns seemed reasonable but still he remained defensive.

“Y/N I said I can’t stay with you every night I didn’t mean never…” he added in a softer tone.

“Well why is it always in the night anyways Bruce??? Is that the only time of day you’re interested in me?” she hollered.

“Y/N… you know it’s not” he retorted, looking up at her.

“Are you interested in me like that at all?”

“Yes!” he argued.

“Then tell me where you want this to go Bruce!” she huffed in disbelief.

“Jesus Y/N” he groaned looking up at the ceiling waving his hands to his face.

He looked down at the ground unable to think of how he wanted to word what he wanted to express. He always had trouble with it but it was especially debilitating now.

His eyes snapped up to hers.

“What happens late at night in your apartment is something I want to be the only one to feel… and I don’t know if that's selfish but that's what I know I feel…” he explained, his voice sort of letting go at the end. “And no, that’s not how I feel just at night. It’s just the only time and place I feel comfortable enough to show that to you” He added.

“You don’t have to try and make me jealous like you did tonight trying to show me that if I don’t do something now other people would pay anything to take my spot to be with you. I already knew that Y/N” Bruce stated.

She started to feel guilty seeing Bruce talk as much as he was, clearly she did leave an effect on him.

“I’m in love with you Y/N I don’t want to share you with anybody else including what you make me feel…that's mine only…” he ended, his eyes wandered back to hers vulnerably to see if she would accept these feelings of his.

Y/N smiled lightly at hearing that monologue. It was possibly the most she ever heard him talk in her life, and yet it was the most important.

“You know, once I'm somebody’s I don’t even look in another man’s direction… I’m in love with you too… I just wanted this to light a fire under your ass to establish what we are” Y/N explained, leaning forward on the counter satisfied at seeing Bruce so dependent on her response.

Bruce remained motionless which reminded her of how he let her do anything in the night, Y/N proceeded to do just that.

“Come here” she soothed, pulling Bruce by his hoodie onto her like she did when it was just the two.

However, Bruce paused before meeting her lips which she seemed to want so badly, tilting her head back by the grip he had on her hair.

“Say you’re sorry” he mumbled passivley.

“I’m sorry Bruce” she complied, looking up at him earnestly.

He leaned in a little more right before her lips, pulling her hair back and pausing once again.

“Say you won’t do it again” he ordered.

“I won’t do it again Bruce”

“And don’t ever take those eye contacts out or the audio again, you understand me?” he asserted.

“Okay!!! Jesus just ki-” Y/N whined before she was interrupted by her exact wish.

Bruce moved his mouth onto hers emitting light sounds of satisfaction from her. She had got what she wanted in the end… as always, at least Bruce let her think it was that way. Bruce proceeded to get a better angle at her mouth by tugging at her hair as well, emitting more sounds from Y/N.

Y/N’s hand wandered from his chest to his toned stomach and seemingly further, but he grabbed her by the wrist, breaking the kiss short.

“Meet me downstairs in five minutes” he stated, looking down at her with those hooded eyes before turning for the door.

“Wait!!” she whined urgently.

Bruce looked over to her.

“Can I get another kiss?” she asked needily.

His shoulders fell in exhaustion as he tried to suppress a light smirk before turning around to her. Y/N liked to seemed in control of the situation when deep down she was just as needy for him as he was for her. And he liked seeing that plainly evident about her now. The satisfaction this thought gave Bruce is what made him finally give into her pleas of PDA on the job, leaning down into a kiss, letting her think she won.

Y/N snaked a hand through Bruce’s hair to keep him on her mouth, slipping her tongue in while her other hand reached to relock the bathroom door.

Bruce noticed this out of the corner of his eye.

“Y/N-” he fumbled on her lips.

“Just give me a few more minutes if you won't come over tonight” she practically begged.

“Who said I’m not coming over?” he asked.

Y/N leaned back from the kiss slightly to question his response. Bruce loved seeing her stare at him like that, finally being the one confused and dependent on Bruce.

He smirked seeing her like this before him.

“You’re so spoiled, you know that?” he groaned before grabbing her face and pulling her mouth onto his again.

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papikakashikanh · 3 years ago

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THE DARK NIGHTS - Battinson x Reader Oneshot

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Warnings: Angst, Mention of violence

Word Count: 3,100 words

Summary : Bruce recently develops a habit of staying at Y/N’s apartment each night to avoid going home to the manor, however, he soon finds out that she may need this more than him, not to mention, it may affect his ability to separate work from his feelings for her.

A/N: Bruce and Y/N are not in any sort of romantic entanglement at the start of this story. Bruce’s stays at Y/N’s apartment and he sleeps in the room but always separately until things get complicated. This is an x fem reader but please feel free to replace her/she with whatever you want in your mind. Requests for Battison are open via dm

There never seemed to be a dry night in Gotham. It added to the gloominess of the city, part of its dreary composition. This was part of the norm for Gotham citizens, and the crime didn’t stop due to it either. Maybe that's what made Y/N so tense in the night, that fact exactly.

While this was all normal for Y/N, there was, however, a new routine that seemed to be going on within her life. And it all started on a night as dreary as this one.

Anyone living in Gotham was adjusted to the sound of thunder and lightning throughout the night, but on this particular night in October, Y/N woke up, disturbed from her sleep to find a figure in her room.

Bruce was finished from his nightly runs but found himself unable to return home to Wayne manor. The weather was so turbulent that night, and Bruce admittedly was worn out. But on top of these things, he noticeably was feeling more and more sick within the walls of his own home. It was big, and lonely, especially at night. Not even Alfred nor Dorthory’s presence could make Bruce feel comfortable enough to sleep through the nights in his own bedroom. He constantly lost sleep, obsessing and overanalyzing the film he caught earlier in the night, organizing his findings. But even as his eyes felt heavy and as he was practically falling asleep, the real reason Bruce had to sleep when the sun rose up was because he was too anxious. Bruce knew it was the hallucinations from loss of sleep… or maybe partially that was it. But the things he was seeing out of the corner of his eyes when alone were starting to escalate, and sometimes he wondered if they weren't just hallucinations.

It was almost commercial how this is what was scaring the dark knight of Gotham. It was possibly pathetic for this to be the one debilitating thing to be truly affecting Bruce, but after a certain point he just couldn’t stomach the thought of going home at night much anymore.

And so, the one resolution he felt was reasonable enough to do was to sneak into Y/N’s apartment after his work late in the night and to leave before sunrise.

Bruce maybe got one hour of just staring out Y/N’s window in peace without her knowledge. However, with the storm being so loud and with Y/N already clearly tossing and turning from a bad dream, she easily woke up after one extremely loud strike of thunder.

Y/N opened her eyes slightly startled from the sound, but after realizing that it was just the nature of Gotham she relaxed a little. But unfortunately her comfort didn’t last long as she sat up to notice a dark figure staring her down from the bench she had at her window. Y/N didn’t know if this was a continuation of another bad dream or if this was a living nightmare and someone had broken into her apartment to do something horrible to her.

Embarrassingly, looking back now all she did was freeze. No fight or flight, just freezing in her place like a deer in headlights. She trembled if that contributed to anything as her mind racked all the options she had. For the girl working as a sort of partner with Batman this would be a rather low moment of hers.

“It’s me Y/N calm down” she heard Bruce utter nonchalantly. Her muscles untensed upon hearing his voice.

The reason Bruce was so unrecognizable was because he was without his cowl. Unlike most of the criminals in that city if she simply saw the outline of his masks she would have been as scared.

“Why…” Y/N began until she lost her voice to utter the rest of her questions.

Bruce turned away to look out the window where he was before until Y/N had noticed him. He stayed quiet for a moment.

“I didn’t want to go home” he muttered in a barely audible tone.

Being that this was around 3 o’clock in the morning, and Y/N wasn’t really in her right mind being awakened so suddenly to be having a deep conversation with Bruce about his breaking into her apartment instead of going home, she didn’t really know what to say next.

“Why…?” she mumbled out into the room without much thought.

By his prolonged reaction of staring out of the window, Y/N knew he wasn’t going to utter much more.

“Go back to sleep Y/N” he returned without much conviction.

Although she had a lot of unanswered questions in the moment about whether this was going to become a normal thing between the two of them and why this millionaire would prefer to stay in her cruddy Gotham apartment rather than his cushy mansion, Y/N decided to lay back down and fall back into her REM cycle without much trouble.

Interestingly, when she awoke the next morning, Bruce was nowhere to be found. She shrugged this off as being just a weird dream of Bruce watching her sleep… that was… until it happened the next night, and the next.

It was never discussed between the two of them when they worked together in the night about Bruce’s habit of inviting himself in later on. After all, it certainly wasn’t uncomfortable for Y/N and so she didn’t want to mention it and for Bruce to then stop. Infact, it possibly made her sleep better knowing he was in the room. She was more comfortable… especially after what happened in early December.

It was cold outside Bruce remembered, but for once it wasn’t raining. He knew something was wrong when he found the room with all the lights on, and instead of Y/N being sound asleep which she normally would be at 4 o’clock in the morning, she was sitting upright, turned to the side of the bed wrapped in a blanket.

Bruce was apprehensive on coming into the apartment as this was rather usual, but at the same time, it just made him more concerned as to what was going on.

Y/N barely even passed him a glance when Bruce pulled himself onto the bench from the fire escape. Even awake, Y/N didn’t acknowledge his presence verbally, she just continued to look down at the floor.

Bruce furrowed his eyebrows at this considering Y/N was energetic and tentative, especially with him. He paused a minute, just staring at the back of her shrouded under that blanket.

He may have given the impression that he didn’t care for that energetic aspect of her personality, but seeing her as still as that, that was enough to do something out of the ordinary for Bruce.

He found himself wandering over to sit beside her, pulling his cowl off. Having a seat next to Y/N, he noticed how her eyes shifted when she felt the weight of his body sink the bed slightly beside her. And still, she didn’t say anything.

But Bruce wasn’t necessarily the talking type either without his cowl, and so he was uneasy as to how to ask her what was wrong.

He gave a moment to prepare himself to speak, but it seemed as though Y/N could feel his uneasiness and spoke before he had to.

“There was a break-in downstairs…my neighbor got stabbed” she announced in a plain sort of way, maintaining her eye contact with the floor.

At this, Bruce’s eyes snapped to her, observing her face, desperate to find any sort of emotion.

“The police are down there right now…”

Bruce’s eyes wandered around the room as she spoke, racking his mind with thoughts.

“She didn’t die…she went to the hospital” Y/N sort of whispered aloud.

Bruce inhaled lightly nevertheless.

There was a brief moment of silence between the two which seemed to last forever.

“She has a daughter” Y/N added, her eyes fluttering in the direction of Bruce and then back to the floor. Bruce looked back to Y/N at the mention of that point, feeling a pang of guilt. How could it be that the place where he usually returns after a night of preventing things like this was exactly where something like it happened, and he couldn’t help but think if he was there earlier he would have been able to prevent it.

“I heard the whole thing…” Y/N went on, snapping Bruce out of his selfish thoughts. He flashed his eyes back to Y/N as he felt a pang of something in his chest. Looking at her then, he could see the look on her face more clearly than before.

She was scared.

And her next words affirmed this observation.

“I thought someone was breaking down my door to do that to me” she ended, finally making eye contact with Bruce as tears pricked her eyes. Bruce shifted under her gaze as there were so many emotions in her eyes that Bruce felt helpless to be the one sorting out.

His eyes waivered up and down her face as her lip quivered slightly. Impulsively, he pulled Y/N onto him and held her there for what felt like forever.

The incident in December put into perspective for Bruce what it would have been like having a cruddy apartment in west Gotham like Y/N… no offense to her, but with the break in the she wouldn’t argue against that statement either. She heard things Bruce didn’t have to in his cushy mansion, and looking back on the very real look of anxiety she had on her face that night, Bruce knew that he couldn’t argue about his better-off reality either. Unlike Y/N, he didn’t have to deal with things like that aside from his night job when he went home. Sure, he was dealing with different things there, things like fear. But it didn’t manifest from the evident physical things that Y/N was scared about on the other hand. And although he knew her to be an especially strong woman, he didn’t blame her for being so vulnerable even in her own home. It was a familiar feeling he too shared, but never expressed to Y/N.

It was now only a few days into the new year, but with the same old habits. It was raining like hell tonight - just like how it was the first night Bruce dragged himself into her apartment uninvited… but things were different.

Y/N awoke paralyzed by the sound which must have scared her more than whatever she was dreaming about as it was enough to wake her up. She used her arm to partially prop her torso up enough to look at Bruce, almost as if to check if he was still there. And he was. A slight sense of relief waved over her, but she knew that the thunder was going to bother her the whole night as she laid back down.

Bruce watched as she fell back into bed. Bruce observed Y/N’s movements for a moment with head resting on his arms wrapped around his legs.

Ever since that hug he gave her that night, Bruce had a rough time trying to treat Y/N the same as before. She presented the situation so vulnerable just by the anxious look on her face, and in returning the same vulnerability, although it felt nice in the moment, was leaving Bruce somewhat uncomfortable.

The dynamics of their “home” life was somewhat affecting their work life.

That sounds a lot more than what the two were in reality.

In missions for example, Bruce was noticeably a lot more softer on her since the incident. He couldn’t stop being so although he knew this is what pissed her off the most. When it was obvious Bruce was going easy on Y/N and when she would become frustrated, he quickly resorted back to the broody attitude of before, but it was difficult to do as that’s not what he was feeling inside. Inside he was more emotional about her than ever.

It’s not like he was not sympathetic to Y/N before, not at all. Admittedly, Bruce always had a soft spot for Y/N. No one else but her. She was the only one he would let toy with him, touch him, tease him… not in a sexual way that is… although he may have wanted it that way at times. The point was… they didn’t assert themselves to be anything romantically. Where could romance be asserted in the oddity that was their relationship, a relationship that we should remember is focused on the moral cleansing of Gotham? However, the complication lied in that they were not solely friends either. And the feeling of being somewhat in between the two mediums and yet dealing with so much tension that was now dragging into their work life was the part that was really getting to Bruce. The complexity of their relationship and the frustration that came from being neither friends nor lovers was making Bruce lose more sleep than before. Bruce clearly had a habit of never knowing what to do with his feelings. Infact, that inability is what led to these night time crusades in the first place.

Bruce scanned the room, unable to concentrate. Bruce had trouble giving Y/N much solo work as he was increasingly uncomfortable now knowing the true depth of how vulnerable she could be. Although he still knew she was a strong person, it’s just if he had the responsibility of protecting her like he felt he was doing now, maybe she wouldn’t feel the weight of protecting herself to be as heavy. Remembering that face of anxiety and quivering lip Y/N gave him that night, it physically pained him to watch anything similar to that happen to her again, especially when it was due to Bruce’s assignments. The familiar pain was sparking again as Bruce was anxious of how Y/N was handling all the loud sounds ongoing outside her window. He didn’t know how he could protect her from that fear just by his mere presence.

Bruce found himself looking back out the window on the rainy night to avoid thinking about what was lying literally just a few feet away. Then, suddenly, a bright flash of lightning lit up the sky, even flowing into Y/N’s room. That particular strike was clearly very close to Y/N’s apartment building. Bruce’s eyes flash back over to the outline of Y/N who seemed to be grabbing her covers tightly to prepare herself. A second later, the thunder came, which was loud enough to even make Bruce tense. He watched with his own eyes how the sound affected, and heard how it did too. Y/N let out a short whine. Bruce lifted his head from his arms and furrowed his eyebrows in concern.

Another flash lit up the sky, this one a little brighter than the last. Bruce didn’t wait until the thunder to leap to his feet and approach Y/N. He sat on the side of her bed and shly reached out to touch Y/N’s side from beneath her covers, however, just as he did so, that was when the loudest thunder echoed through the room.

This time Y/N actually let out a scream. Bruce’s heart dropped as he impulsively reached for the covers she was so desperately clinging to and pulled them back. When he pulled it back, however, Y/N was forced to sit up slightly as she wouldn’t let go of the covers. As a result, Y/N’s face was pulled close to Bruce’s. His eyes shifted in distress seeing her so full of that familiar look of fear that he knew so well. He didn’t want to think about it anymore. He shifted to standing briefly before pulling the covers away from her hands and throwing it over him before slipping into bed with her. Y/N didn’t move as he straddled her beneath the covers without much space between the two, only for him to flip on his back beside her. Y/N looked at him in an innocent way that allowed him to dictate what was next.

With one arm behind his head, his other arm slid under her side and pulled her onto him to lay on his torso. Y/N complied in shock to see Bruce touch her so freely like this, maybe because it was under the covers of her bed which she also felt was shielding her from the rest of the world. Y/N lifted her head to observe Bruce who was looking down at her in return. This was so strange for Y/N who was on his chest, her one leg over his. Y/N didn’t even remember the fear she was feeling before, in its place, was a different and more pleasurable pang in her chest. Her eyes fluttered from his blue eyes who were looking back into hers unwavering, still surrounded in black makeup, down to his lips, and back up into his eyes again.

Bruce leaned down to meet Y/N’s lips without further hesitation, taking Y/N aback emitting sweet moans from her mouth for this new feeling. Adjusting quickly to continue what would become another new habit of theirs, Y/N greedily pressed her hand onto his chest and adjusted her body higher on his to get a better angle at this. Bruce clearly was enjoying this too, lining his fingers through her hair and forcing her onto his lips further. But this just wasn’t close enough for either of them. He wasn’t a man of many words, but the light sounds emitting from his mouth demonstrated this was long awaited for. Even as the lighting lit up the room again, without care, the two proceeded. Bruce pulled Y/N to the right of him before turning to straddle her once again, this time, his hand still in her hand to pull her onto his mouth from above. Y/N snaked one of her hands into his hair and equally tried to put more pressure into the kiss by pulling him onto her harder. The other hand of hers lowered to his abs which were still shrouded in the hard material of his suit, and then back up over his back and over his broad shoulders which she clung to naturally.

Under those covers the storm wasn’t the thing that was making Y/N shudder anymore

(Read sort of part 2 to this oneshot here)

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papikakashikanh · 3 years ago

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THROUGH HER EYES - Battinson x Reader Oneshot

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Warnings: Angst, Victim Blaming, Nonconsenual encounter

Word Count: 4,000 words (ik but its a slow burn)

Summary : Bruce sends Y/N into the Iceberg Lounge for some information watching through her camera eye contact lenses but quickly regrets his neglect of her after a certain client cuffs Y/N to him in an attempt to make a pass at her. This results in a jealous Bruce who has yet to assert himself romantically with Y/N.

A/N: I knew I wasn’t alone after watching The Batman with Robert Pattinson and I couldn’t stop think about it in the two weeks since I saw it. Gonna see it again this weekend, but chile anyways he was just such a sexy mf that it got me literally feral. I was looking on tumblr for some x reader oneshots for late night reading but I couldn’t find any? Thus, this is for the rest of you who are in need for some angst in this unfortunate drought. This one shot is based around the eye contact lenses Batman used with Selena. Reminder: this is an x reader but also this takes inspiration from Selena’s work at the club in the movie. (ALSO: I made this an x fem reader but please replace her/she with whatever you want in your mind) Enjoy :)

“Stop touching them” he commanded Y/N.

She shut her eyes tightly and blinked repeatedly thinking it would alleviate the uncomfortable feeling the contact lenses left her eyes feeling, almost as if she had an eyelash stuck in it.

“Are you sure no one can see them!?” she whined.

“Not unless you keep twitching like that” he replied dryly.

“Well they’re hurting me already, how am I supposed to last the night?” she snapped in frustration, leaning over the table.

“Look at me” he called, nudging her chin with his fingers to move her face towards him.

She complied begrudgingly in letting him lift her chin up, however, she tried anything to avoid making eye contact because if she did she wouldn’t be able to keep down a blush.

It didn’t last long though. Maybe in being in such close proximity to him, with the heat of his eyes lingering on her face. Or maybe it was his cologne which she didn’t really notice he had on until now… but either way, she couldn’t help but flash her eyes to him as he wanted.

The way he looked down at her through his cowl with hooded eyes shrouded in black is what made her tense up.

He looked so good like that

Her acknowledgment of that fact alone is what made it even even worse as that above all is what caused all the blood to rush to her face. Meeting his eyes, Y/N grit her teeth in hopes that it could potentially save her face from becoming red, but to no avail. His normally dead eyes had something else in them when looking at her like this, almost as if he was entertained. Observing this, Y/N wondered if it was seeing her face red like this that was making his eyes light up. On the other hand, his lips didn’t give any impression that he was feeling one way or another.

‘He probably gets off at seeing me so moldable under his touch like this’ Y/N she thought to herself. But that thought too caused her face to turn evidently redder.

“Looks good” he muttered, dropping her chin from his touch without care. Y/N turned her head to the ground trying to save her the embarrassment of blushing.

He had a habit of doing things like that which always left her confused. She just couldn’t get a read on him nor tell what he was thinking. On the other hand, it felt like every time he looked at her he could read her like a book. It was unfair and frustrating

As Bruce turned coldly towards the computer where he would be watching this whole ordeal, she bit her lip looking down as if to swallow her pride.

Y/N strutted through the club after exiting the elevator.

“You’re doing good, I’m getting a lot of names” Bruce praised into Y/N’s ear.

“If you hadn’t noticed it’s because they’re already staring at me Vengeance. But one glance from me however, and they’re in your register” she replied through her forced smile that she presented to club guests.

Who could blame them really with her looking like that?

Y/N continued on through the crowd with her signature strut that was making the men snap their necks.

“On your right, who is that…?” Bruce questioned Y/N.

“I don’t know… but he’s staring offly hard, maybe it’s because he looks like he hasn’t felt a woman’s touch before in his life…” she muttered back to Bruce after passing the guy a short glance.

“Y/N-” Bruce groaned.

“What? Did that hit too close to home?” she smirked to herself at the comment.

“You looked away too soon, look back,” he continued, ignoring her jokes.

Y/N clenched her jaw in annoyance.

“If I look back now he’s going to make a pass on me, is that what you want?” she puffed in annoyance.

“I need the ID Y/N” he insisted, avoiding her comments.

At this reply she rolled her eyes, agitated at what he was making her do behind the safety of the computer. He seemed to have no problem putting her into situations like this where she was bound to be sexually harrassed.

“I can tell you just rolled your eyes Y/N” Bruce complained in her ear. Y/N tensed as her face went red once again.

“Shut up” she muttered as she looked back over to the guy like he had asked.

“Happy now?” she asked through clenched teeth as she gave the man a light wave, staring him down.

“That’s Gil Colson the D.A” Bruce announced to Y/N. However, amidst Colson’s shock that anyone like her was even remotely looking in his direction, Y/N felt a tight clasp around her raised.

Y/N looked over to her right and saw a flash of silver.

They were handcuffs.

She twisted around to the guy who handcuffed the other half to his own wrist. He certainly wasn’t bad looking by any means. The young man was rather good looking. However, he just wasn’t her type, especially for a guy who just goes around handcuffing himself to women.

“He’s a detective for the GPD, Cameron Dennis, don’t panic” Bruce stated into Y/N’s ear.

“Hi…” Y/N began acting as if this was a normal night in the club for her… men handcuffing themselves to her like this.

“Hi,” he greeted back with a playful smile. After a moment of smiling blankly at each other, Y/N decided to ask about the elephant in the room.

“Am I under arrest?” Y/N asked, lifting up her end of the cuffs and passing them a glance.

He smiled brightly at her noticing this.

“Well you’re just so bad I couldn’t help but cuff you” he explained nonchalantly. After tilting her head in confusion he let out a stifled laugh.

“I’m Cam-” “Cameron Dennis, I know” Y/N interrupted confidently. He titled his head intrigued at how she knew this.

“What are you doing Y/N?” Bruce asked, also intrigued. She ignored him as she didn't really have the opportunity to respond.

“I’m sorry… have we met before-?” Cameron questioned, leaning down into her.

“You don’t remember me from your dream last night?” Y/N flirted innocently.

He smiled, looking down and then back up at her.

“Listen…I’ll let you have this…” Cameron began as he raised a key with his other hand “...if you spend 15 minutes with me and my friends in our section” he finished.

“Sit with them... he might tell you something.” Bruce commanded into Y/N’s ear.

It’s not like she really had a choice however.

“I promise I'll make it worth your while…” Cameron chided.

Y/N pulled her half of the cuffs away from her body, forcing Mr.Dennis onto her as she stood still, now close to his ear.

“15 minuets with me and you’ll be begging for that key” she purred into his ear. “You’d be surprised how long I can last honey” he replied. Y/N was slightly intrigued at this guy's attitude as he pulled her back to his section.

Y/N often liked the feeling that she had such control over men. It felt powerful and satisfying. However, it could quickly turn scary when that power was lost and it was the man who was toying her around. That wasn’t as fun. She couldn’t help but think of Bruce. He had this virgin energy about him that made him even more attractive. Although she had known him to be closed off and cold, there was another side to him that was vulnerable and which she knew cared for her at the end of the day. She had a habit of toying with Bruce. He didn't seem to mind her touch, but those moments seemed to have an inverse effect than intended as they made her develop a stronger crush on him while he remained uninterested.

But yet again, there were moments like today where he did show some sort of romantic interest, especially in the rare occasions that he did touch her (which he may or may have not known would have such a profound effect). But Bruce would drop it almost as soon as he started it. Maybe watching first hand a man like Mr. Cameron Dennis here taking initiative would light a fire under his ass.

Dennis abruptly pulled Y/N into the spot next to him and proceeded to introduce her to the friends around him. “That’s Herald Jacobs, Louis Keffer, Bobbie Turner, his friend Gina, and Gil Colson” Cameron introduced. “Guys, this is... i’m sorry sweetie what was your name again?” Cameron asked, turning back to Y/N. She forced a smile. “Y/N!” she shouted, over the music. “Right... Y/N! This is Y/N everyone!” Cameron announced, holding up their cuffed hands for everybody to see and laugh.

“Wow Cam you really cuffed her didn’t you?” Louis laughed.

“Well I couldn't let her get away…” He snickered.

Y/N bit her tongue at how uncomfortable it was for her lack of freedom was turned into being a trophy for Cameron.

“Mr.Colson I think I've seen you on TV, you’re the D.A right?!” she asked. “Yes!” he nodded excitedly. After all, this might possibly be the first time anyone like her seemed to notice his existence.

“We’re all from the GPD actually!” Colson exclaimed, pointing around the section.

“Why so many cops?” Y/N questioned, leaning into Cameron. “Well we’re investigating how this club has so many gorgeous women like yourself working here” he smiled at her. “Oh...” Y/N nodded sarcastically.

“In reality it’s because we have sort of free admission thanks to the deal that went down between the GPD and an inside informant…” he explained to Y/N after pouring a shot of liquor into a glass.

“What deal?” Bruce groaned into Y/N’s ear. Y/N repeated the question aloud to Cameron.

Cameron took a moment to glance at Y/N before continuing which made her tense under his stare.

‘Was she asking too many questions?’ She thought to herself .

“Take a shot with me and I'll go on…” he stated, jeering the shot glass to her.

“Y/N don’t drink that” Bruce urged.

Y/N ignored his advice before taking the shot out of Cameron’s hand and taking it down.

“Y/N?” Bruce questioned in her ear, shocked that she was veering from his desired script.

Y/N tried to hold back her reaction to the liquor by pressing her tongue to the roof of her mouth. When she looked back over to Cameron who had also taken a shot, seemingly without as much blow back as her, he was simply staring at her.

“The Maroni deal, you might have heard about it on the news” he stated before pouring another two shots.

“What about it?” Y/N questioned after suppressing her vomit from the last shot.

“Say ‘ahh’ baby” Cameron demanded without answering her question. Slightly confused, Y/N let Cameron tilt her head back with his hand and pour a shot into her gaping mouth. It reminded her of earlier in the evening, but he lacked the cold yet tender touch Vengeance had. Nevertheless, the shot left just as much of a bad taste in her mouth.

“Y/N!” Bruce shouted in her ear which reminded her that he was even seeing this in the first place. Nevertheless, he wanted information and she was doing whatever she could do in her means to get it. Also, although she didn’t really care for liquor, hearing the sweet sounds of Bruce's frustration with her was making this situation all the better.

“Good girl. Well anyways… the GPD got a lot of money from the Maroni deal due to an inside informant, but for a lot of people, it wasn’t enough. They wanted more benefits, access to this club for example” he explained.

“You included I suppose?” Y/N added.

“Me included” he pressed his lips while lifting another shot for her to take.

“What did I just say Y/N?” Bruce scolded her ear.

Y/N leaned into Cameron’s ear. “Why are you telling me so much?” she cooed innocently. He smirked at her in return.

“Because I know I'll be able to make you forget it by tomorrow morning” he practically growled in her ear as he squeezed her thigh with his free hand which she made a point to glance down at for Bruce's viewing pleasure… or displeasure preferably.

Nevertheless, Bruce remained silent although he most certainly saw it. The advance was not welcomed, but this was a part of Y/N’s nightly routine in the iceberg lounge and so it didn’t come as much of a surprise anymore.

As the night went on, it was clear Cameron was becoming more and more drunk which was starting to make Y/N’s stomach turn. Of course she had seen countless men in her work here get shitfaced, however, she was never once handcuffed to one. He seemed to have no problem toying Y/N around, and it was getting crystal clear that would become a problem. As Cameron tried to maintain a conversation with his friends, under the table he was dragging his cuffed wrist over to his right, which consequently was dragging Y/N’s too. Looking down, Y/N eventually realized what he was trying to do here, until with one swift movement Cameron tried to pull his hand quickly to the right in an attempt to get Y/N’s hand on his crotch. Y/N pulled her hand away with a contrasting force to prevent it which caused Cameron to be interrupted in his conversation.

“You and I have had enough Y/N, get the key and leave” Bruce complained.

“It’s not that easy” she responded aloud.

“What’d you just say?” Cameron questioned with furrowed eyebrows thinking that the response was aimed at him.

“That’ll cost you baby” she added in relation to what he was trying to pull there just a second ago.

“I thought it was included in our 15?” he queried innocently. She narrowed her eyes at him, tired of the antics.

“Speaking of which, those are over.” She responded in a dead tone voice.

“Shut up” he laughed it off, pouring another shot, but this time, ripping off the seal to one of the drop packets on the table and pouring it into the shot. He then proceeded to grab her face roughly.

“Y/N!!!” Bruce yelled in her ear

Cameron then proceeded to force his thumb into Y/N’s mouth and tried to open it enough to pour the shot in again.

“Don’t you dare swallow that!” Bruce barked out .

Forcing the shot into her mouth, he then wrapped his hand around her face. “You’ll get used to swallowing with me” Cameron smirked, admiring her.

Y/N let it sit in her mouth until at once she spit it onto him.

“I’m more of a spit type of gal…” she smirked in response. He looked down shocked , causing her to then tense seeing he was visibly furious.

“What about choking?” he growled, reaching his hand forward as if to grab her throat. Y/N ducked her head down in an attempt to shield her neck as she flinched.

“I’m gonna kill him!” she heard Bruce pipe.

“Fine” Cameron continued, without grabbing Y/N. He reached under his thigh to reveal the key to the handcuffs.

“Is this what you want this Y/N?” he questioned, holding it up to her.

She pressed her lips together refusing to respond. “The bigger question is, what are you going to do to get it?” he teased, practically pushing it in her face.

Annoyed, as soon as Y/N reached to grab the key in front of her, he yanked it over his head which she straddled over him for. Although she knew everyone in the section was looking at her and furthermore her coworkers throughout the club, she was desperate for the whole thing to end.

“Kiss me and I'll give it back Y/N” he offered, still holding the key out of reach.

“Grab it and go!” Vengeance begged in her ear.

“Just one” Cameron pleaded, propping himself up from laying somewhat down on the coach to meet her half way for said kiss.

“Y/N!” Bruce panicked.

Y/N didn’t find the situation funny anymore and she was too confused as to what she would do next. Slowly however, she leaned into Cameron thinking she could just grab the key at the last second and figure out the rest from there. However, she wasn’t allotted much time to close the gap as Cameron proceeded to grab her hair from the back of her head and force her onto his lips, even slipping his tongue into her mouth for the moment.

In shock, Y/N pushed herself off of him quickly, got up, and left considering he unlocked the handcuffs during the forced kiss.

Wiping her mouth she rushed to the bathroom where she felt like throwing up. What was more embarrassing than the fact that that section of the club was staring at her for putting up a fight with a client was that furthermore Bruce had seen the whole thing.

The music of the club was barely audible inside the cruddy bathroom that she managed to escape to and barley audible above the ringing in Y/N’s ears. She leaned over the bathroom sink trying to catch her breath.

“What the hell was that?” Bruce questioned Y/N in a raised voice. Y/N snapped her head up at the mirror.

“I don’t fucking know, you tell me! You’re the one who makes me do this shit for your sick hobbies” she protested in response.

“I asked for a simple ID not for you to fuck him!” he chimed.

Y/N never heard him curse let alone raise his voice at her, but above all her frustration was at the fact that Bruce was acting like he didn’t just see the guy force her onto him.

“Really Bruce?!” she gawked.

“Don’t yell my name Y/N!” he snapped.

“How fucking dare you, I bet its easy sitting behind a computer screen just to fucking judge me! I deal with this bullshit every night! I can’t fucking believe you…” she cried in shock. The next thing Bruce saw was Y/N reaching into her eyes for the contacts to take them out, which would leave him in the dark.

“Don’t hang up on me Y/N-!” Bruce exclaimed, but the voice connection also ended from Y/N

After the video call had ended from Y/N’s part, Bruce found himself replaying the video over and over of the guy forcing shots down her mouth, forcing Y/N onto him. He knew he was putting her through situations like this for his benefit which was wrong, and he knew she wasn’t trying to play into the guy. But it was in rewatching the video, the way she sweet talked into his ear made him see red. Although it all made him sick watching it the first time, it made him even more upset watching it a second, and then a third, and then a fourth…

The video was played on a continuous loop until the entrance of the batcave opened to abruptly interrupt him. Bruce quickly closed out of the file and turned around to find Y/N strutting over to him, clearly upset. Bruce tried to evade looking at her as a means to prevent from lashing out, deciding to instead look at the floor.

Y/N slammed the lens pack on the table beside him, causing Bruce to snap his eyes up at her, opening his mouth ready to say something but his brain didn’t catch up quite as quick to figure out what. Her eyes lingered on his with a fire in them before turning away to leave. Bruce rolled his tongue over his teeth before leaping to his feet.

“Come here!” he demanded.

“Fuck you!” she spat without giving him a second glance as she headed for the door.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, grabbing her and pinning her to the wall without much force.

She didn’t even flinch at this.

“Let go of me!” she spat. The tone and level of her voice even made Bruce drop his grip immediately as it was so startling.

He held his tongue to the roof of his mouth, regretting being so forceful with her after tonight. He’s never done that to her before, and she certainly hasn’t done it to him.

Y/N didn’t hold back from meeting Bruce’s eye contact, but the intensity of her anger sort of threw Bruce off. He was lost in what he was doing at the moment.

Y/N turned to leave but instead of grabbing her again (as he was slightly scared of doing so with her previous reaction), instead Bruce put up his arm in the way to block her from leaving.

“I want to talk about it!” he roared

“Well I don’t!” she retorted trying to evade him the other way until he put his arm up on the left to box her in.

She tilted her head back against the wall in frustration.

“Why did you let him do all that to you?” “What do you mean let!? You’re acting like it was consensual”

“To a certain point - you leaned into him to kiss him and let him pour drinks down your mouth? What the fuck was that about Y/N?”

“I leaned in to get the key back , and what does it matter to you anyways, I'm just the bait for information that you’ll let anyone sexual harrass in order to get ID’s out of” she intoned.

“Well you sure don’t seem to mind the attention!” he barked back without much thought.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head in disbelief.

“Fuck you Bruce, you probably liked watching it” she sneered

“I fucking hated it actually” “Oh really?” “Yeah” “Well why’s that Bruce, did you wish that was you???” “What?” he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Do you wish you had enough balls to come onto me like that?” she stated so confidently although inside she was too nervous to hear his response.

He continued to furrow his eyebrows at this notion and this is where Y/N felt like she was in too deep.

“Why? Is that what you like Y/N? Is that why you work there…? You liked to be toyed around by random men in the club? Is that it?” Bruce tested

“No?!” Y/N contested

“Then what is it Y/N?”

“Not any man, yo-” she choked on the last word emitting out her throat.

Silence consumed the two after that last word that had barley lingered on her lips as Bruce caught on even through Y/N’s embarrassment. His arms loosened a little at the thought.

“Is that what you want from me Y/N? For me to act like that? Come onto you like that?” he questioned.

“Maybe!?” she asserted confidently but nevertheless unsure.

“Fine then” he muttered before crashing his lips onto hers.

Y/N was taken aback by this but being that she was waiting for this moment for such a long time she certainly wasn’t disappointed.

In the first few seconds Bruce seemed unsure of what he was doing and whether he was doing it right at that… however… Y/N was pleasantly surprised that Bruce’s seemed to know how to kiss although he was initially apprehensive in even approaching her after all this time.

Y/N she tried to slip her tongue in, but he stepped back from her abruptly.

“Better?” he postulated, unsure of how he was doing.

“No” she groaned before pulling him back onto her desperately for more. And so they continued with Bruce pressing her harder against the wall. This still didn’t feel close enough for Y/N, however, who wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders.

Naturally, Bruce hoisted her higher against the wall to which Y/N proceeded to wrap her legs around his torso, clinging to the broad shoulders masked under his armor.

“I’m sorry Y/N” Bruce muttered through the exchange of saliva. “It wasn’t your fault… I just hated what he was doing” he whispered against her ear.

This was possibly the most talking Bruce ever did before.

Nevertheless, one good thing about Bruce was that he was always mature enough to admit when he was wrong.

“Make it up to me” she whined in his ear.

Bruce titled his head slightly as if to ask how as he looked down in her eyes through that hooded eye look of his.

He loved to communicate through his eyes, and that's possibly what made him hotter.

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An Andrew Garfield/Peter Parker x reader fanfic

Chapter 10

Summary: This story is a serval (ongoing) chapter work about Andrew garfield’s peter Parker struggling to balance pursuing a higher education at NYU as well as being spiderman. In meeting Y/N he’s encouraged to become a different person, but he feels guilty in doing so especially after the death of his first love four years ago to his hands. Slow burna/n: Thank you everyone for your sweet comments and overall support. Sorry for the wait, here is the trivia you have been waiting for. I hope you all like it, I have an extensive planned plot for this story so stay tuned. Enjoy! :)

a/n: Heres another chapter, sorry for the wait. xoxo :)

Going to class the next day, the one which I shared with Y/N, I made sure to wear the pin on my back pack in hopes that she noticed. I thought about things a lot last night, I couldn’t help it. This pin sort of confirmed for me that I was feeling something for Y/N, no matter how conflicted I was about moving on from the past. The pin symbolized my chance at happiness in the future as Y/N’s giving of it to me confirmed that both of us wanted to continue having a relationship together… and although that relationship wasn’t asserted to be anything more than friends, that too could change.

Sitting down in Writing I, I watched attentively for Y/N to enter the room, and when she did, I was eager to shoot her a little wave when she glanced over to me. She returned the wave with that smile of hers, grabbing her seat from across the room which sent a pang to my heart as she had to turn her attention to the front of the room. I did notice, however, that on her northface backpack was a small spiderman pin just like mine. This made my smile even brighter as I put my head down on the desk, hiding it in my arms.

We texted some last night after I let her know I got home, but it was so much better seeing her in person.

Having something to look forward to in Writing I made it much more bearable to sit through. By the time that class was over I convinced myself of having some reason to talk to Y/N. It was definitely asserted that we were friends and so it wouldn’t be that weird just going up and talking to her, right?

The bell had run and I made sure to keep up with the crowd of peers heading out the door so that I would catch up to Y/N. That was, however, until Prof.Flanigan called out my name. My eyes flashed from the back of Y/N’s backpack to Flanigan sitting at her desk.

This seemed to be a recurring theme in my life.

I let out a slight sigh as everyone left the room, leaving me with Flanigan.

“I wanted to hand back your graded resubmission I promised you” she smiled, digging into a folder and handing me a familiar piece of paper.

I took it from her hands, anxious about what score I'd be complaining to Aunt May about this time.

Only this time, I got an A…

I looked up to her, surprised.

“Y/N let me know you spent some of your time at the writing lab working on the resubmission before you handed it in. There has been much improvement since your last version! I hope that is reflected in your grade” she finished, folding her hands into a clasp.

She wasn’t so aggravating like this.

My lips rose into a smile as I could barely find the words to convey how much this meant.

“T-t-thank you, Prof.F-flanigan!” I uttered, looking back to the paper in my hands.

“Have a good rest of the week Peter. And stick around Ms.Y/L/N, she certainly knows what she’s doing” Flanigan added with a smile.

“That she does,” I mumbled, smiling back and walking out the door.

That she does.

Excited, I turned into the hallway, determined to seek out Y/N to tell her the good news, that maybe going to a tutor wasn’t bad after all.

Looking up, I noticed Y/N standing off to the side by a classroom, however, it wasn’t only Y/N I noticed. She was standing talking to someone else, a guy specifically.

My eyes flashed awkwardly to the side almost as if I saw something I wasn’t supposed to, or maybe it was that I saw something I didn’t want to see.

It didn’t take me long, however, to glance back to the two of them out of the corner of my eye.

She put a little distance between herself and the guy, tugging on the strap of her bag as she smiled.

I had heightened hearing as spiderman which was both a blessing and a curse.

“Thank you so much for letting me borrow it, I wouldn't have failed the midterm. Did you want it back by the way? I don’t know if I have it on me…” The guy asked, probably talking about a book. Y/N waved it off.

“No need, I got it from the donation bin in the library so it’s all yours!” She smiled at him.

With my senses overwhelmed I pressed my lips all about awkwardly waiting for this hell to end.

It was clear from the guy’s body language as he tried to lean into her that he was interested, but who could blame him? Y/N stood firm however, the only warmth she exuded was from her facial expression. Before long she seemed to be looking in my direction. Finding me, she nodded her head to me. The guy also looked over at me, distracted from their conversation.

She pointed over to me, turning back to the guy and explained that she had to go but that she would see him around. Looking back from me to her, he forced a smile and agreed, turning away to leave.

I decided to disregard what I heard and focus on the positives. I seemed to have discouraged him from any attempt at making a move on her as she didn’t mention anything about who I was specifically, just that I was important enough to end their conversation.

I pretended to look away as she headed over towards me, but my heart got the best of me as I met her eyes as she finally stood before me.

“Hi,” I greeted her, smiling sheepishly.

She theld her books to her chest, turning about playfully, looking up at me with those eyes.

“Hi,” she mirrored.

We shared a brief moment of smiles before she continued.

“I was gonna wait for you, you know,” she informed me.

“Were you now?” I smirked.

“Of course” she nodded.

“Were you waiting for this?” I asked, proudly displaying my marked paper to her.

She took ahold of it, glancing from it to me, and back again.

“This is better than what I got! Congratulations!” she beamed, jumping a little while she squeezed my arm.

Her touch made me forget about any remote sense of upset I was feeling about her smiling at another guy, she seemed to have that effect.

“Well it’s thanks to you really… I'm just surprised I got a better score than you” I snickered.

She paused to roll her eyes.

“Me too, I should have left some errors so we could have been even at least” she joked, sneering to herself.

I shook my head.

“Well, at least we're even considering I won trivia yesterday. Must be the opposite day” she remarked, bumping my shoulder as we walked down the hall together.

“Hmph, well we’re still not even because I did go to the club with you out of the kindness of my heart” I turned to her, flashing my eyes to hers.

She raised her eyebrows.

“So… it was not because you wanted to win that spiderman pillow?” she asked playfully.

“Oh of course” I retorted as she let out a snicker.

“Well I would have.. that is… if it were not for that stupid trick on the last question” I reminded her.

She nodded her head.

I admired watching the expression on her face. All delicate features in a combination somehow gave her the most playful look about her. She looked down at the ground as we walked together, seeming to be thinking something

“I do like my pin though” I sort of whispered, leaning down for her to hear me. Her head tilted to mine and her eyes smiled at me.

We both broke eye contact to look down and smile to ourselves.

“Peter,” she began, pausing completely and grabbing me by the arm lightly to stop me too.

I turned to her, and swiped my tongue over my lips quickly, nervous about what she was about to say next.

“Have you thought about what you want to get even?” she asked, with a twinkle in her eye.

My tongue pressed against the back of my teeth as a smile appeared on my face.

“Mhm” I answered as I looked up and around the hallway, away from her eyes as something spontaneous came over me, compelling me to speak my mind… which I did.

“Well…?” she prodded, turning about as she couldn’t keep still as she poked my shoulder for a response.

I looked down at her, my stare making her snap still to look up to me.

“Well… I was wondering…” I began, lost in her eyes.

“Mhmmm…?” she encouraged, raising her eyebrows.

“I was wondering-” I began again. The face she made as she held on for my next word made me feel warm inside.

“-If you wanted to hang out tonight… or something?” I bit my lip a little at my bluntness.

The look of excitement seemed to flush from her face, causing my heart to fall with it.

She’s going to tell me she has a boyfriend… won’t she? She's gonna tell me we were not like that… that she’s not interested… isn't she? Shit, I made this weird didn’t I?

“Oh Peter…” she started, pressing her lips.

Fuck my life.

“I’m going out with my girl friends tonight… what about the weekend?” she asked.

Oh…

My anxiety turned into relief.

“Oh-yea-yea whatever day you want” I responded, stumbling over my words.

“Well as long as it’s past my chemistry test on Friday, I have to see if I’ll still like you when I get my score back” she joked, turning to continue walking with me down the hallway.

I blinked in shock as I slowly followed after her.

When she said ‘like’… what ‘like’ are we talking about here?

She continued on casually.

“So have you thought about the tutoring thing?” she asked me.

“Uhhh… well to be honest no…”

As Y/N continued the conversation I couldn't help but think that she might have interpreted my suggestion to hang out as another friend thing… and that interpretation wouldn’t be wrong. I mean - I didn’t really clarify what I meant, slightly because I didn’t even really know. It was a spontaneous answer to her question, and although it was a good one, I didn’t have much of a plan in mind if she did say yes. But clearly she was receptive to the notion, so I would have to think of something to do together until the weekend. Something that would convey my interest in her besides being friends, maybe.

I walked Y/N to her dorm that afternoon and then went to the subway to venture home. The whole rest of the day, however, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. She had plans of going out with her friends, and although I completely trusted that that was true because I had no reason to think otherwise, the anxious part of me was telling me that she made that up because she wasn’t interested. This created a long winded debate in my head where I was left over-analyzing every aspect of her response. She was the one who suggested we hang out over the weekend instead.. But then again… she could have just been saying that so she has time to think of another excuse.

The only thing I knew to do to alleviate these thoughts which were seriously distracting me from my chemistry homework would be jumping out the window… which I did… for my night job that is.

Being spiderman often distracted me from a lot of the problems I had going on as Peter Parker, likely because I was addressing other people’s problems rather than my own. This felt so good that I found myself happier as spiderman than Peter Parker most of the time… that was… until recently. To be fair, I hadn’t known Y/N for that long but the opportunity of getting closer to her kept me going… kept Peter going. And the motivation to do anything Peter-related has been lacking since… well since I lost her.

And although I was feeling guilty about even liking someone else, another part of me knew I couldn’t help it. I mean, no one who meets Y/N could help but like her, I’m sure not even Gwen.

Swinging out into the night, I forgot about all those conflicting ideas and I was just , spider-man.

Tonight I was off interrupting a bank robbery. There hasn’t been any serious villains I’ve had to face in a while, so basically my day life has been more eventful than my night life. This has led me to become more involved in petty things that I usually leave to the cops… such as bank robberies.

After dusting my hands off from the easy task, I remained stopped at the top of a familiar building, the business building at NYU. I was just a little bored with my night but I didn’t feel like going home yet so I decided to wait and listen to my personal police radio to see if there was any ongoing crime that would be of interest to me. Nothing so far.

I remained tuned into the radio while observing the streets below where the steps of the subway to washington square station was. I was watching people come in and out of the train station in a hypnotized state until my eyes were fixated on a particular Y/H/C. I titled my head to wonder if it was my Y/N, and upon closer look I realized it was. I sat up straighter.

Maybe she was just getting home from a night out with her friends after all. I didn’t expect to be seeing her, especially out so late at night. I checked my phone for the time. It was around 1:00 am, she had classes tomorrow I thought. Then again, this is the city that never sleeps…

But for a city that never sleeps there sure wasn’t a lot of people walking around the Washington Square area. My thoughts completely shifted to Y/N, which is ironic as that's exactly what I was avoiding by going out tonight in the first place.

I was a little intrigued that when I texted her that I was home today, she didn’t respond or even read the message. I don’t know if she was avoiding opening it or maybe she hadn’t even paid it any mind considering she was out with friends. My thoughts raced as I looked down at her, and then they disappeared as she rounded the corner of the building.

For some reason I sort of panicked when she escaped my sight. Instinctively I swung to the other building to have an eye on her.

I perched on the edge of that one, observing Y/N as she walked towards the direction of her dorm building. Although I was a little peeved watching her text on her phone yet I hadn’t received a text back to my original message, I decided I would just wait until she got into her dorm building to swing home and wait until she texted first.

But that's it.

Those were my thoughts until I saw a hooded figure shuffle quickly behind Y/N almost as if he was in a rush to go somewhere, however, at his fast paced he remained cautiously behind her, almost as if he was planning something.

Maybe it was just that he was a man that I was getting anxious watching Y/N, but my fears were confirmed when he reached out to grab her.

Y/N’s POV

I had a fun-filled night out with some commuter friends from school. We went out to a rooftop bar. While I needed a fake to get in (which I did), we didn’t do much drinking as I knew I would have to walk home eventually.

I didn’t necessarily like walking home alone at night, I’m sure no woman did. But that’s why I had pepper spray and phone in hand just in case my worst fear did come true.

I was a little slower in walking from the station to my dorm as I had heels on tonight, which was one of the worst decisions I could have made. I was contemplating whether to take them off and walk the rest of the way home barefoot when I felt my arm being grabbed.

I froze and was tugged aside into an alleyway.

I didn’t hesitate before flicking the pepper spray in my hand and spraying it in the eyes of the guy who had pulled me.

Maybe it was the adrenaline or the dark alleyway, but either way I couldn’t really make out who had attempted to grab me, I just saw them stumbling about blind, cursing at me, touching their face.

I touched my heart, almost out of breath in shock of what had just happened to me.

“What the fuck lady?” he whined, overly focused on the spice in his eyes.

At this reaction I decided to pepper spray him once again just for the inconvenience.

I felt yet another hand grab my arm one again, which caused me to turn around waiting to spray.

“W-W-Wait-wait-wait-wait!” the guy called out as the red sleeves of his suit raised above his face to shield him from my deadly spice canister. I slightly lowered it recognizing who it was, but still on the defensive I kept it in hand.

“Spiderman…?” I questioned in a light tone.

“Yes now put that thing down before you spray me,” he begged as he peered at me from behind his hands.

I placed my hand on my hip, in doubt.

“Anyone could dress up as spiderman dude, you could be trying to kidnap me like this guy!” I shout, pointing at the guy behind me withering in pain.

“Can anyone do this?” he asked, standing up straighter and pulling me to him with his web, then proceeding to shoot the web upwards with the other hand, causing us both to propel in the sky.

I couldn’t help but let out an embarrassing “eek” as I clung onto him for dear life.

But before I had even finished processing what had just happened, when I opened my eyes we were on top of a building, and I was still clinging to him.

“Uh… mamn” he stated, breaking our silence and making me realize just how long I was clinging to him.

Embarrassed, I practically pushed him off me frantically, yet to no avail as he fingers stuck to my sides, pulling me back onto him.

I pressed my lips together, uncomfortable.

“I can’t get my hands off you” he stated. I furrowed my eyebrows at this statement, becoming even more unforgettable. I looked up at him for an explanation.

“No literally… can I get some help here…” he continued awkwardly.

I pressed my tongue to the back of my teeth and looked up to the sky asking god, why me?

I let out an annoyed sigh as I was forced to pelling his fingertips off of my sides.

“Thanks…” he muttered as I successfully pulled his hands away, stepping a foot away from him.

His sheepishly laughter tried to fill the awkward silence but it only made it worse.

“I had that handled you know…” I muttered, crossing my arms.

“Handled?” he puffed with a laugh.

“I’m sorry, you might not know that word aside from the word ‘man-handled’ which is certainly something you know a lot about'' I retorted to him. He ignored my comment and let out an sarcastic laugh.

“By handled do you mean spraying that dollar store watered down pepper spray of yours?” he cocked, tilting his head at me in a mocking way.

“You wanna find out how effective it is bug-boy?” I chided, raising it up to him.

With a web he pulled it from my hand and threw it aside.

“Next time I'll fill it with raid” I mutter, looking to the side and crossing my arms.

Uncomfortable silence consumed us and I just wanted it to end.

“What are you doing out at this time anyways?” he questioned. This only fueled my fire.

“What, are we victim blaming now? Is that-” “N-n-no, no no !” He stammered in reply before I could finish.

I glared at him for a moment before continuing. “It just so happens that I was out with friends… at a BAR… do you know anything about that… spider-boy?” I questioned, approaching him slowly.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you drunk?” he judged. “NO!” I stated confidently.

… Not that I knew of that was.

“You wouldn’t even know what being drunk looks like, would you? How old are you anyways, 17?”

“I’m called Spider-MAN for a reason, and I'm in college for your information!” he responded.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

This was definitely NOT how I expected meeting spiderman to go.

“Whatever dude, can you just take me home now?” I questioned.

“Where is home, exactly?” he pondered.

“NYU, smart-girl huh?” he states, trying to make conversation with me as he drops off at the fire escape of my dorm window. I huffed, agitated at this whole experience, opening my window in a hurry.

“No thank you, no nothing?” he questions as I manage to pry my window open. “NO!” I exclaim without looking back at him.

His mere presence was annoying me. He was more condescending and entitled than I expected him to be. My theory was right, the limelife of the news following his every move must have gotten to him that without the gratification of a “thank you” from those he supposedly “saves” he becomes a dick.

“Listen if there’s something I did to upset you I’m sorry” he stated. I ignored him as I crawled through the window of my dorm.

“Did you hear me…?” he posed. “Yes” I snipped, turning around to shut the window between us.

“Oh… well wait! Wait!” he exclaimed, holding open the window with his arms raised preventing me from shutting it.

I let out a huff, frustrated.

“What?!” I whined, throwing my head back as I just wanted this moment to end.

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better? I didn't mean to make you unc-”

“No! There’s nothing you can do, now leave me alone!” I whined one again.

“You don’t have to be so mean about it! I-I mean i know you had a rough day but-”

“Are you really 5’10…?” I asked.

“W-Where did that come from?” he asked, sort of thrown off.

““We were playing a trivia game about you at some club and I got that answer wrong, are you really 5’10?” I explained quickly before repeating the question again.

“Yes…” he responded uneasily.

I tried to close the window again, but he held it open. I gave up.

“Wait-what did you answer?” he questioned.

“6’0 atleast…” I mumbled defeatedly.

“Well sorry to disappoint you” he replied.

“You and me both” I said under my breath before slamming my window shut and closing the curtain, ending the conversation.

Exhausted from everything that just happened to me in the last hour, I managed to walk over to my bed and crawl into it, pulling the covers over me. I opened my phone trying to distract myself, hearing him leave my fire escape once and for all.

I let out a sigh of relief, but for some reason I couldn’t get his familiar voice out of my head.

Thinking about him, I had to admit, when I held onto him each time we swung, although I was annoyed at his entitled attitude to grab me how he wanted, I had to admit, I liked the sensation of swinging in the air and the feeling of my body against his.

I shook off these thoughts in realizing... I'm just in dire need of a boyfriend.

#andrew garfield #andrewgarfieldxreader #spiderman #spidermanxreader #The Amazing Spider Man #peterparkerxreader #fixated

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FIXATED

An Andrew Garfield/Peter Parker x Reader Fanfic

Chapter 9

a/n: Thank you everyone for your sweet comments and overall support. Sorry for the wait, here is the trivia you have been waiting for. I hope you all like it, I have an extensive planned plot for this story so stay tuned. Enjoy! :)

Peter POV

Texting Y/N was the least of my worries Tuesday morning considering my train was delayed and I didn’t feel like going back to home to get my suit to swing all the way to Manhattan. I arrived late to my organic chemistry class, but I did manage to text Y/N during it about our plans to meet up afterwards for this Spiderman club ordeal. I could barely pay attention for the hour and a half lecture as I knew that afterwards, I would be seeing Y/N. Eventually the lecture DID come to an end though, making me practically jump up from my seat to leave.

In walking towards the door though, of course my professor called out my name. I gritted my teeth and turned around to Dr.Lewis who was waving me over.

Maybe it was because I was late…

I went up to him as everyone was exiting behind me. Lucky them.

“Hi Dr.Lewis…” I began. “Hi Peter, listen I don’t want to keep you long but I just wanted to ask you if you if you’d be interested in chemistry tutoring?” he asked nonchalantly. I raised my eyebrow, sort of confused at this question.

“I’m sorry Dr.Lewis, but I thought according to our midterm grades that I was doing well…” I said lowly, looking around to see if anyone was listening.

He simply laughed and shook his head. “Forgive me for the confusion Peter, you might have misunderstood my wording. Your performance in class is great. So good actually, I'm wondering if you would be interested in tutoring other students chemistry?” he asked.

Oh? My nose twitched at the suggestion.

“This is rare for me to offer to an underclassman, but a lot of students in college struggle with their required chemistry courses. I could refer to you to the tutoring office where they might recruit you as a student worker. Have you applied for work study through FAFSA?” he asked me.

To be honest this man was asking me a lot of questions and I just wanted to see Y/N for trivia about myself…

Before I could even offer a response, he handed me a yellow paper.

“Read over this, it has all the information on work study, think it over and let me know next class” he smiled.

I looked down at the paper, still somewhat stuck.

“T-thank you” I managed to get out before turning to the door and walking out.

My mind raced with thoughts about this suggestion. It was already hard for me to manage school and being spiderman, I don’t know how things might work if I added a part time job into the mix. At the same time, however, being spiderman certainly didn’t make me richer.

Being overly focused on the details of the paper I accidentally walked into someone.

I looked up … or down really to Y/N who in the crash placed her hands lightly on me as she looked up to me with doe eyes.

I’m glad my spidey senses did not prevent this

We stared at each other in silence for a moment as although I was thinking things, those things were not about what to say to break this silence.

“Y/N I thought we were meeting at 302, what are you doing outside my chemistry class?” I asked with a light laugh.

“We agreed to meet at 2 I thought?” she furrowed her eyebrows.

“I meant room 302” I smiled at her.

“Yesss….” distracted by the yellow paper I dropped on the floor. She leaned down to pick it up for me.

“What’s this?” she asked, reading it over for herself as she stood up.

“Some paper about tutoring my Professor gave me - what are you doing outside my chemistry class?” I asked her again.

“I’m surprised you managed to drop this with your sticky fingers and all…” she said almost to herself still looking at the paper. I discarded her comment while waiting for her response to my last question.

She looked up from the paper at me with a smirk at her humor. “You told me what room your class was in, I just thought I’d walk with you to trivia” she said, pushing the paper onto my chest.

I held it before she let go, kind of speechless at the smirk she had on her facewhile touching me like that.

“How nice of you” I smiled at her. We turned to walk to the third floor together.

“You want to be like me so bad huh Peter? Signing up to be a work study tutor” she joked with me.

“Oh it’s my dream” I said to her excitedly.

We both smiled walking up the stairs.

“You should do it Peter, I mean you helped me yesterday, you might as well get paid for it” she suggested to me.

I shook my head. “Well usually I do charge people for my services” I said sarcastically, stuffing my hands into my jacket pockets.

She looked over to me. “Well why didn’t I get charged for said services?” she tilted her head.

My eyes flashed to her. Well there were a lot of reasons actually. Pretty privilege being one of them.

“To be even, duh” I replied.

“Ohhh yes, right” she nodded her head.

“Speaking of which, I owe you for coming with me today. You told me you’d think of how I can get even again by today. So tell me, what can I do?” she questioned, raising her eyebrows to me as I held the door for her to the 3rd floor.

There were also a lot of things I could say in response to this question.

I pressed my lips and looked away. “I forgot to think of something,” I admitted to her.

In reality I only forgot to decide on what thing.

She rolled her eyes playfully before continuing into the hallway. “I’ll give you the week to think it over” she responded. I followed her to room 302 where this supposed trivia was to take place.

I had my own personal reasons for attending this Spiderman trivia. It was a win-win situation for me. Infact, a win-win-win. For one, it was an excuse to hang around Y/N. Two, she owed me something of my choosing for it. And Three, I could learn what people did know about me from the trivia. Not to mention I would win a prize as I’m sure I would be the one to know everything about myself. So… it was a win-win-win-win ?

When we walked in I noticed the room was full of girls, about ten or so. Which is a perfectly good thing ! A dream in fact.

“Y/N!” the familiar redhead cheered as everyone turned around to look at us. Y/N timidly lifted up her hand to a wave. “Hi” she piped aloud. I waved to the room from behind her.

“Have a seat anywhere! We’re about to start!” Emily jeered.

Y/N and I decided to sit towards the back of the room. The red head stood to the front with the instructions of this so-called trivia.

“Hi everyone! I know you’re all excited to get started. As you can see behind me, we have a selection of prizes for the winner of the trivia. But don’t worry, there will be other opportunities to win these items. Before we begin however, I'd like to clarify some rules…” she began. I slumped in my chair uneager to hear this.

“This is a short 12 question kahoot. Please no cheating, there are no teams in this game it’s solely individual based. Also, please set your kahoot name as your full name, no nicknames or alter egos, this way it’s easier to verify the winner” Emily concluded, folding her hands together.

“And with that we shall begin!” she announced. With that, the kahoot code was posted on the screen in front of the classroom for us to put into our phones.

“They really went out of their way to make trivia un-fun with the no nicknames rule” I complained to Y/N. I looked over to her as there was no response. She was holding a hand between me and her screen, preventing me from seeing what she was doing.

“Y/N what are you doing that for? The first question it asks is our name” I laughed at her.

She glanced at me.

“I have to establish boundaries sometime Peter. Sure at first it’s my name, but then it’ll turn into my answer of square, triangle, circle or diamond” she stated firmly, looking back to her phone.

I shook my head at her and turned to my phone, putting in my name. After it was established that all of the ten people in the room were in, Emily started the game.

The count down to the first question caused me to shift in my seat. There was no way I could lose this trivia about myself. The first question read,

|1. How much is Spiderman-speculated to weigh?

How would anyone know that besides myself? I scrunched my nose in confusion, waiting for the answer choice to appear.

I weigh 150 or so, so I selected the answer choice of 150-160. The other three choices were too low of ranges or too high, either way I didn’t expect anyone to really know that besides myself.

My screen flashed green by the end of the count down, causing me to smile to myself. I looked up to the others. There were mixed responses of red and green. It was a little worrying the idea that some people knew the answer, but that there was a correct answer to begin with that was in fact true.. Looking over to Y/N I was surprised at the green glow behind her hands.

“Don’t look over here” she said to me without even looking, causing me to instinctively look away.

The leader board read me as taking first place, of course, with Emily in second, some girl in third, and in fourth place Y/N which was exciting.

“Interesting, a newcomer is taking first place, but not for long” Emily narrowed her eyes at me from across the room. “Next question!” she declared excitedly.

|2. What is the material of Spiderman’s suit?

The answer to this was obviously much easier than the last. As soon as I saw the answer choice of spandex show on the screen I clicked it.

This also resulted in a green screen for me. My eyes flickered to Y/N who had gotten that correct as well.

I maintained first place with Emily still in second, but Y/N unmoving.

|3. What is Spiderman’s favorite building in New York?

I let out a tufft at these weirdly specific questions. I knew my answer of course but what about theirs?

I hit the empire state as soon as I saw it, waiting for the responses of others. This was going to be weird if other people knew this.

I looked to Y/N out of the corner of my eye waiting for the color on her screen to indicate to me how well she knew me.

Mine was green of course, but so was hers. I was impressed with her so far.

“Spiderman is most often seen on the Empire State building when he is not fighting crime, so we infer that’s his favorite building” Emily clarified to the room.

|4. What is the accurate adjective used to describe Spider-man included in his nickname?

Now this question was a little more difficult as technically I had two, your friendly-neighborhood spiderman and the amazing spider man.

The answer choices on the screen included “amazing”, “friendly”, and “menace”. I raised my eyebrow at the last one as it threw me off a little, however, I decided on “amazing”.

And I was right… and clearly so was Y/N as her phone illuminated the green and her position did not change on the leaderboard.

|5. Which of the following powers does NOT belong to Spiderman?

The answer choices read, wall-crawling, web-slinging, flight, and female hypnosis.

“What the hell, this is a trick question!” I complained aloud, pointing at the board.

“No it is not, you just have never been affected by one of them given your genetic code” Emily contested.

I stared at her blankly. “None of us have been affected by these- what is that even supposed to mean?” I responded, looking over to Y/N who seemed amused by this exchange.

“Whatever”, I mumbled with a pout, leaning over my phone and clicking the one about flight because obviously the hypnosis one was true to them… I wonder if Y/N agreed. Clearly so as both our screens were green.

|6.How tall is Spider-man speculated to be?

What next, are they gonna ask what’s Spiderman’s real name is and mine is up there?

Luckily for me that was not one of the questions. I went on to get each and every question correct, shortening the range in which someone could dethrone my first place position. Y/N was not far behind me either, being in fourth place. I was so secure in winning that my focus shifted to what prize I would pick. Maybe I would give it to Y/N. I mean… I didn’t really want a pillow of myself, that would be weird. I liked the idea of Y/N having it though. Putting her head at night on me… a pillow of me I mean.

The last question read,

|12. What is the name of the newspaper that reports bad journalism on our favorite hero?

This one was also obvious. However, I noticed that there was a trick in the answer choices.

The answer choices read: Daily Bugle, Dailly Bugle, CNN, Good Morning America. It was between Daily Bugle and Dailly Bugle obviously, and it was obvious which of those two was correct as well.

I looked to Y/N who had clearly already chosen something, waiting for the correct answer to be revealed. She was looking straight ahead at the board innocently. Feeling my stare, however, she flashed her eyes to me, and smiled playfully.

“What are you looking at Parker, my answer? You’re too late” she stated, holding her head high and flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Her eyes glanced back to me.

My heart panged looking at her like this.

I looked back at the board, my lips naturally curling into a smile.

I clicked my answer knowing what would happen next.

My screen flashed a red x, indicating my choice was wrong.

My eyes widened looking down at my screen. “How did I get that wrong? I clicked the Daily Bugle!?” I turned to Y/N. “Did you?” she returned with a light smirk. I looked down at her phone which she didn’t even care to hide, which had a green checkmark displayed.

“You probably clicked the answer choice that said Dailly Bugle with two L’s” she responded.

“This is so unfair!” I pretended to whine aloud to the room, pointing at the board once again.

I was convincing huh?

“Life is unfair Peter, and if you were a true spidey-fan, you would have been on your spidey senses and saw the trick” Y/N consoled, patting my shoulder.

Just then, the podium of the kahoot finally came up on the screen. It was Y/N in third place, another girl in second, and Emily in first place. That last question demoted me from the top three.

“You have to read more carefully Peter because today you took one of those L’s” Y/N smirked. She couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at her own joke.

“Andrea and Y/N, please come to the front to claim your prize” Emily smiled, happy that she was the first place winner. I leaned my head on my arm. As Y/N stood up she removed her hand from my shoulder to go collect her prize. I watched her walk to the front of the room. She looked almost like a little kid so happy that she won something. My eyes watched her look over the table. I was dying to know what she was gonna pick. I was in bliss just being around her, so even if she didn’t pick the pillow of my mask I’d be fine.

Even without letting her win, I had to admit, I was a little impressed. Y/N didn’t seem to have a firm stance on Spiderman let alone coming to this club. The questions were not always easy, but she still managed to get a high ranking in the trivia. I would have rather wanted her to win so that when she picked a prize she would keep it for herself rather than it being me giving my prize to her. That way, if she won it on her own, she would have merchandise of me that she kept optionally rather than keeping something simply because I gifted it to her. And hey, maybe her winning something would encourage her to be a fan of mine.

Y/N returned back to the desk next to me with a sweet smile on her face. At first I didn’t even realize she was holding anything.

“Well, are you gonna show me what you picked?” I asked her, flashing her a smile.

“I’ll show you when we leave,” she smiled at me. Fair enough.

After trivia, the fan club went on to play some different games like bingo for the prizes. And although they were fun, Y/N and I eventually left as I had to start heading home and also because she already won a prize and she didn’t see the need in staying for much longer.

I was dying to leave so I could see what she won.

“Y/N, can I see now?” I whined to her. She rolled her eyes at me playfully. I asked her this question like five times since we left the club. She had walked me to the train station, insisting she was fine walking back to her dorm.

She sighed. “As long as you don’t get jealous, alright?” she cautioned. I nodded my head lightly. Out of her coat pocket she pulled out a small black box, causing me to raise my brows in confusion.

She removed the lid to reveal what seemed to be spiderman cufflinks.

“Y/N are those cufflinks?” I asked, pointing down at them as I looked up at her. She shrugged, staring down at her palms.

“They could be, but they serve as pins too ya know?” she asked, looking back up to me.

“Open your hand” she commanded with a gleeful smile. I furrowed my eyebrows. “Why?” I asked.

“Peter” she muttered, moving closer to me. I tensed as she grabbed my hand and opened it for me, my palm facing up. Her hands were cold.

In my hand, she placed one of the pins, and then folded my fingers over it.

“With your sticky hands I’m sure you’ll be able to keep this safe” she joked, looking up at me. I met her eyes sort of surprised.

“I know you answered them all right except for that last one. I know that was frustrating for you, so I thought you deserved a prize too.” she explained, her eyes glimmering at me.

My mouth gaped open a little in shock.

I let her win and she picked a prize that considered me…

“Put it on your backpack and I'll put it on mine. Okay?” she smiled.

Out of words, all I could do was shut my mouth and nod my head.

She pulled her hand away from mine, slipping the box back into her coat pocket and pulled out her phone instead. She checked the time.

“Your train should be coming soon. Let me know when you get home, yeah?” she looked up at me.

Being close I couldn’t help but look down at her, not wanting the moment to end.

“Yes mamn” I answered her, smiling back at her.

“See you tomorrow,” she chided.

“See you tomorrow” I responded. I took a moment to stare at her one last time before turning to the train station. I looked over my shoulder at her as I headed down the steps to see her waving me off.

Waving back to her before turning around, I felt good inside. About things. About her. I looked down at the pin she had placed in my hands as I played with it, leaving a smile on my face.

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papikakashikanh · 3 years ago

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FIXATED

An Andrew Garfield/Peter Parker x Reader Fanfic

Chapter 8

a/n: I want to preface that I wanted to add scenes elements to the story which are completely devoted to a character to balance the story. Because if you think about it, it's a little overwhelming when every chapter the love interests are always talking or thinking about one another. It can feel unrealistic if every second they are involved with one another. Not to mention Peter IS Spiderman, and this story is also about him struggling to be so along with his other obligations. SO, with this upcoming part I wanted to preface that i’m not the best at choreographing fight dialogues so bare with me, and also I hope everyone can really grasp Andrew’s Spiderman who is quick and commical in this passage. I don't know if I would go as far to say that I would include villains in this story but we'll see. I hope you read FIXATED almost as if you were reading a movie. Enjoy :)

PETER POV

The subway station had completely cleared out as there wasn’t many constant trains past 10. All the people who got off with me on the train had already headed above ground… accept for two people. My senses were telling me that one was the predator and the other the pray.

I put on my spidey suit which I threw on publicly in the subway station, and then proceeded to crawl into the rafters of the station, watching from above this entire scenario going down.

This mid-age guy whose arm was around the shoulder of an elderly man next to him was holding a gun underneath his jacket to him.

“There’s my grandson Jimmy, and my grandaughter Elizabeth… or is it Emily?” he pondered, looking through the pictures in his wallet.

I smacked my own face at the painful sight, he didn’t even realize that this was a robbery attempt. “That’s nice old man, but let's not make this any more difficult than it has to be. Just hand me your wallet and I'll let you live until you die from natural causes…” the younger one tried threatening him. The old man remained confused.

“What would you want with my wallet?” the old man asked.

This was my que to drop in.

“If you walk away from the older gentleman now I might let you live until you die from natural causes too” I said, interrupting this attempted robbery… if you could even call it

He turned the gun within his jacket to me hanging from the ceiling rafters.

“Cause any trouble and i’ll shoot-” he yelled at me.

“Two can play at that game”

Annoyed, he didn’t hesitate to fire the gun at me, but I was quick to dodge it. In return I shot my web at the gun and pulled it out of his hand. I then swung down to kick him to the ground as he was frozen in shock.

I practically duct taped to the floor from my webs, but I made especially sure to cover his mouth as I couldn’t bare to listen to him anyways. Although the fight was over before it even began, the most time consuming part was dealing with the older man.

“Spider-boy!” he greeted me.

I will choose to ignore that…

“Hiiiiii… there… sir!” I greeted, still standing over the pathetic excuse for a robber. I walked over to the older man.

“Did you know that guy?” I asked, pointing to the other one on the ground.

“Nooooo, he asked to see my wallet so I showed him pictures of my grandkids, Walter Jr. and Elizabeth” he said to me, pointing at the pictures in his wallet.

I didn’t even know them but that didn’t really sound like the names he said before…

I decided to discard that and keep him occupied before the police which I had already called were to come.

I peered over his shoulder at the pictures of his grandkids. “Nice grandkids you got there” I nodded admiringly.

“What a nice young man you are for helping me, that guy

“I bet you wish you had a wallet like tis, don’t you son?” he smiled, raising his wallet to me.

“Uhh… sure I suppose so-”

“Here you go, take it. Every young man needs a wallet. I’m sure that girlfriend of yours would want you to have oen too hey?” he laughed, nudging my arm as he tried to hand over his wallet to me.

In shock I waved my hands no. “Aha, no need sir I have a wallet back at home. Keep that for yourself so you can always have the pictures of your grandkids with you!” I suggested, turning it back to him.

“Ohhh but you deserve something for helping me out so, that weird fella was asking me too many questions about my wallet” he narrated as he pulled all the cash out of his wallet to hand it to me.

Oh god. I love how this man almost came close to death for his wallet and now because I saved him from that he was going to give me the content of it anyway.

I shook my head, placing the money back into the wallet of his and placing it in his jacket pocket where it could be safe.

“No need, I’m just your friendly neighborhood spiderman!” I smiled, place my hands on my hips.

“I could, however, call your grandkids to surprise them! Would that make you happy?” I asked him as he nodded his head in reply.

As the robber still squirmed on the ground and the cops still on their way, leaning over the old man’s shoulder I helped him navigate facetime on his phone.

I pressed the contact that said “Granson”, and the phone rang. “What’s your grandson’s name again pops?” I asked him

“Ummmmm…” he began humming as I gritted my teeth realizing my mistake. Just then the facetime answered to a 12 or so year old boy from a low angle, the same one from the wallet pictures.

“H-Hey… there… kid?” I practically asked. “Hi grandpa” he said into the phone plainly while his grandpa smiled silently besides me.

I was a little shocked that he didn’t say anything about me. “Do you know me?” I asked, in an upbeat tone.

“I know who you are. You’re Spider-man, but my mom says you’re a vigilante because you broke her car mirror when you swung by it and now she says our insurance policy rates have gone up” he stated unenthusiastically.

My mouth gaped open from underneath my mask.

This was NOT how I expected calling this old man’s grandkids to go. He remained silent

There was a moment of awkward silence between us.

“... I’m sorry” I whispered.

Y/N POV

It had been two hours since I waved Peter goodbye for him to catch his train, and yet no text from him. I tried my hardest not to pay attention much to my phone, but it was constantly lighting up without the one notification I was looking for. Just as I had thought, becoming attached to Peter and his text messages was a bad idea as I would just end up hurt. A wise person once said: If you expect disappointment, then you can never really be disappointed. Who I don’t know, but that’s besides the point. I should have listened to that as Peter was clearly playing games here.

One part of me was rationalizing why I had not received a text yet. It’s possible he was just really tired and couldn’t text me that he was home as he crashed right as he got in the door. Maybe he forgot to innocently… or maybe he was turned away by my telling him to only text me for academic purposes. But I told him specifically to let me know when he was home. What if I gave him the wrong number by accident and he thinks that I'm the one who is ghosting him? Or, what if he thinks I gave him a wrong number on purpose? OR, what if something did happen to him while he was on the train and he didn’t make it home?

All this worrying over someone I barley knew and his stupid text messages was clearly driving me crazy. I slammed my pencil down in frustration.

In the two hours that I hadn’t received a text from Peter, I finished an entire two chapters of a reading that I was assigned as well as my chemistry problem set. But the chemistry work was really reminding me of him today. The way he leaned down to hear me at the Saxbys or when he looked up at me to explain something in the library.

I found myself smacking my head in frustration once again as it seemed that no matter what I did Peter was having an effect on me.

My phone buzzed on the bed to which I instinctively looked over at. I saw a familiar green icon indicating that I got a message, which caused me to jump from my chair and flop onto my bed like a teenage girl. Unlocking the phone I saw the notification to be a message from an unknown number.

“Y/N it’s Peter. The 7 line was on express tonight so I missed my stop, but I’m home now so no worries :P”

Poor Peter

Naturally I opened my phone right away to respond without thinking a second thought, but before it was too late I realized that I opened the text message. Considering it was his first message, my read receipts were on so he would know that I read it only a minute after he sent it. I sat on the bed with my mouth gaped open contemplating what I had just done.

PETER POV

Out of breath I sat on the corner of a high rise building, taking off my mask and pulling out my phone.

Interestingly, what prevented me from texting Y/N as soon as possible was not even the fight between me and the robber but rather dealing with the aftermath. Before the police had shown up I had to endure an awkward conversation with the old man’s grandson through facetime while receiving a load of complaining about the mom’s mirror considering “Jimmy” passed the phone to her. It was only at the end that I got to tell her what just happened to the grandfather which changed her tune a little. Nevertheless, the robber was arrested and the cops took the old man home. I found it funny that the only thi

Looking at my phone I knew my text to Y/N informing her that I was home would come off as if I forgot about it, but I still wanted to text it considering it would have been inconsiderate not to let her know.

I tried not to overthink what I wrote as I just wanted her to get it as soon as possible. And apparently she did receive it as soon as I sent it considering when I pulled out my phone to open the message, I saw that she had already read it according to the read receipts. Not only that, but the “...” imessage bubble icon signified to me that she was already formulating a reply. My phone practically fell out of my hands and off the 50 floor building the way I swiped out of the chat. I didn’t even think to turn off my read receipts when I started the conversation but I didn’t want to attempt to do so and when she sends the message it shows that I was literally in the chat waiting for her reply.

Catching a grip on the phone, I sighed a breath of relief and glanced down at the imessage queue screen, still seeing that she was typing a reply.

Huh, she didn’t waste much time in replying huh? She’s probably a busy girl so she responds fast to get it over with… I wonder how she’s gonna respond.

Just then, I received a text from her which was somewhat cut-off from the queue preview of the message. I let out a shaky breath as I lightly hovered my thumb over the preview to give me an expanded view of the conversation without opening it.

“I’m sorry to hear that, but i’m glad you’re home now :)” she replied, but just as I had finished reading that message I accidentally opened the actual message which meant my read receipts sent said information.

“Fuck!” I cursed aloud, actually dropping the phone out of my hands, but I simply just shot my web to bring it back to me.

Whatever, maybe she’ll like that I read it fast. But now I have to think of a reply… how was I going to keep this conversation going? It was all on me clearly, and I wasn’t good at conversing. But this was my only opportunity at taking this thing between me and Y/N to being less academic and more casual.

I rubbed my eyes trying to think before replying.

Y/N POV

He read that almost as fast as I sent it… that’s a good thing though, it means he wants to talk. Unless he leaves me to read like this… I don’t want to be the last one to send a message… he better reply, this is embarrassing.

Just then a “...” imessage bubble appeared to mean he was typing. I practically flipped over in my bed, but in calming down I decided to wait for his message while in the chat as I wanted to show that I was waiting for his reply and I didn’t have any games to play.

My phone buzzed

“What are you doing up? I hope you weren't waiting for my response ;)”

I furrowed my eyebrows at his message and smiled typing back quickly.

It was true but he didn’t have to know that.

“Don’t flatter yourself Parker, I’m having trouble with a chemistry problem

(T-T)”

I was practically kicking my feet for his response as his typing bubble appeared.

“Already having trouble? Didn’t any of what I helped you with today sink in :O?”

I smirked.

“You mean before or after the latte?”

“Lmao, send me the problem and I'll solve it for you :)”

“Will I owe you for that?”

“This one’s on the house, lemme see”

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“Y/N we did this on today (￣^￣)ゞ”

“...oops ；▽；”

PETER POV

This felt exciting texting Y/N, a different type of excitement that I hadn’t felt in years. Nevertheless, it also saddened me in a way. I looked over at the city below thinking about whether she could even be interested in me at all considering I was so lackluster. If I wasn’t that captivating in person then I certainly wouldn’t be any better over text. I did have a lot to share and talk about, but only with those who knew I was Spiderman, and that was little to none. As Peter Parker on the other hand, I didn’t have much to talk about or contribute, and so I’m afraid Y/N will just find me dry when in reality I just don’t know what to say.

I sat on that roof top for over an hour responding to Y/N, and thankfully, the conversation lasted on past chemistry problems. It slowly shifted into game pigeon games like 8ball and basketball which made it easy to keep the conversation going, so much so that I found myself on that rooftop until 11 pm at night when Aunt May was calling my phone wondering where I was.

“Peter, how are you so good at these games you win every one :(”

“It’s because I'm good with my fingers,”

I replied without hesitation.

… Wait… I don’t like how that sounds

“Plus I’m just getting you used to losing since i’m gonna win at Spidey trivia tomorrow”

I double texted, feeling better that the latter text made up for the previous one.

“You’d be surprised at what I know” she texted back.

“About Spiderman?” I questioned with a smirk on my face.

“That and a lot of other things” she replied. I raised my eyebrows intrigued by that statement.

“Well when you say ‘other things’ you certainly aren’t talking about chemistry”

“Shut up. With a good night of rest i’m especially on the ball”

“You would need to sleep for the rest of your life to keep up with me Y/N”

“Then I should get started then huh?”

“Yes, I suppose you should”

I replied smiling. I was assuming this was Y/N’s way of telling me she was going to bed, which didn’t bother me. I was just happy she didn’t hold my late text to her about getting home against me.

Watching her ‘...’ imessage bubble disappear I wondered how she would say goodnight to me. You can learn a lot about a person's feelings by the way they said goodnight, but it didn’t take long for me to find out her way of saying it.

“Good night Peter, i’ll see you tomorrow at 2, okay?”

she texted, her tone changing to a more serious one.

I sighed before replying.

“Okay”

I replied dryly, sort of disappointed at how unenthusiastic she sounded about tomorrow. No emojis or nothing in her texts. Then again… at least she was confirming that we were doing something together tomorrow, and that’s all that really mattered.

“Okay, gn :)”

she added.

Fuck, now I sounded mean

“Gn :)”

I replied back. I sighed, putting my phone in my pocket, knowing I had to head home, when another question crossed my mind.

Would I have to text her good morning tomorrow?

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