#and then his ughh face when it was ricochet

[padmesbox]

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[lewkwoodnco]

my tears ricochet but in the context of locklyle after lucy leaves in thb:

"even on my worst day did I deserve babe all the hell you gave me" -> lockwood being so emotionally stunted didnt know how to work thru his feelings in any way other than distancing himself for lucy through no fault of hers (or his technically)

"I swear I loved you till my dying day" -> even throughout their fight/all the way till she left (and even beyond that) lucy loved lockwood so much despite how cold he was to her and how hurt she felt GIVE MY GIRL A BREAK

"you know I didn't want to have to haunt you" -> lucy and lockwood being irrevocably tied to each other

"I didn't have it in myself to go with grace" -> all the fights with holly where lucy was acting arguably petty/immature but only because she was losing her favourite person to someone else

"and you're the hero flying around, saving face" -> lockwood always wanting to preserve his/the company's reputation, wanting to be the best/the 'hero,' acting distant from lucy cuz he wouldn't confront/accept the reality of their relationship (+ strain from him wishing she wouldnt be so reckless which like LOL pot kettle black etc)

"and if I'm dead to you why are you at the wake?" -> pre aickmere's incident, where lucy was getting more and more desperate but he was still so cold towards her

"cursing my name, wishing I stayed" -> sums up lockwood's complicated/conflicting feelings about lucy SO well, he loves her but also hates her for putting herself in danger and is so scared of being that vulnerable with her UGHH

"cause when I'd fight you used to tell me I was brave" -> this is like all those times when lucy went along w lockwood even when he was being reckless cuz HELL if she was going to let him be reckless alone, and they kind of understood each other on that level the way no one else in the series rlly does like its this sacred mutual recognition thats so special to them, but the "you USED to tell me" indicating how their relationship has disintegrated and how that special bond/ANY kind of special bond btw them is rapidly dissolving. also abt how lucy who has been so tough and strong all alone for so long in her life rlly valued lockwood's support/started to need him (was quite bad off without him in her apartment). ofc she's brave and a part of her knows it, but that warmth of having someone stand by your side to catch u if u fall?? irreplacable

"I can go anywhere I want just not home" -> self-explanatory

"you can aim for my heart go for blood but you would still miss me in your bones" -> references how mean he was towards her but underlying all that was his love and need for her still </3 also, connotation of bones = skeleton = death = the empty grave waiting for him??

"and I still talk to you when I'm screaming at the sky"/"and when you cant sleep at night you hear my stolen lullabies" -> lockwood esp is so haunted by lucy after she leaves, 'screaming' referencing lucy's predisposition to get mad rather than sad, lockwood's insomnia like it all just lines up so WELL

"and so the battleships will sink beneath the waves" -> battleships symbolising all the visitors they fought together + maybe even more personal things like helping lockwood process the death of his family, lucy's trauma etc (their shared battles), all of that being left to be eroded by time as if it never existed, as if the thousand tiny moments that made up their relationship never happened

"you turned into your worst fears" -> come off it you know I'd die for you = his number one fear is LOSING LUCY which he does when she leaves. not exactlyyy the same cyz she's still alive but without him there to '''''protect''''' her (he is so that kind of bf) its one step towards this nightmare of his materialising

"tossing out blame, drunk on this pain" -> blaming himself (which is only partially warranted), acting so out of character, becoming even more reckless as he writhes with the pain of losing lucy, becoming more detached from the value of his life etc, almost manic in the haze of his agony

In conclusion, look at how lucy's tears ricochet. thank you for coming to my ted talk

also totally not thinking abt an au where lucy dies after leaving but before she returns because she never stopped loving him even when they were fighting

[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

Hi I love your writing ! If your still accepting requests, I would love to see an imagine where the reader gets her period while Elvis is preforming a show and she misses it trying to take care of her situation. Its kind of angsty because he thinks she just skipped but it ends with fluff and him taking care of her ! sorry I know that was super specific, doesn't have to be the same just something similar. Thanks :)

That Time Again

tw: Mentions of blood/period pain + a lil bit of angst

word count: 1094 || rating: Pg

A/N: i would kick myself if this happened to me fr 😭 but i would also give anything to have elvis/aus take care of me. this is not my best work so i am deeply sorry for that 😭

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No, no, no. Not now, please not now.

You squirm as you silently argue with your body. You know that feeling. You could never mistake it after all these years. It's that uncomfortable sensation, as if you're peeing but can do nothing to stop the liquid from coming out. The feeling of blood dripping out of your vagina.

You squeeze your legs together, willing everything in your body to fight against your biological cycle. But as the sensation ripples through you again, you sigh deeply.

"I'll be right back. I'm afraid I'm having some lady issues," you whisper, leaning over to Gladys.

"Of course, hunny. You jus let me know if ya need anythin," she whispers back, offering you a smile.

You quietly stand, trying to draw the least amount of attention to yourself as possible. You glance up at Elvis onstage in a beautiful pink tweed jacket with black pants. A smile spreads across your face as you watch his body wiggle back and forth, eliciting screams and even some moans from the women in the audience.

You slink out of the audience and run toward the nearest women's restroom, ducking inside and immediately into a stall. You bend at the waist, pressing a hand to your stomach as you try to soothe the sharp stinging pain there You gasp out a few breaths and then pull your panties down to see a small circle of deep red blood, luckily not too dark or saturated that it can't be hidden. But it will definitely leave a stain on the fabric of the panties. You grab some toilet paper, dabbing yourself clean, and then fashion a makeshift pad to keep you covered until you can get ahold of a real one.

You take a few more deep breaths and try to straighten yourself up but the painful pinching waves that ricochet through your body make you double over again. You hear the door open and then Mrs. Presley's voice.

"Y/N, honey, are ya in here?"

"Right here, Mrs. Presley," you choke out, unlocking the door and walking out to see her. Your face must be reflecting the pain you're in because she offers you her arm and shakes her head.

"Let's get you home, dear," she says, dragging you toward the door.

"Oh Mrs. Presley, no, I have to-ughh."

"No, I know that look. Home. Now. I'll drive ya myself," she says in a tone so firmly that you know the conversation is over.

So, you climb into the car with Gladys and allow her to drive you back home to Graceland, where she helps you up the stairs and tucks you into Elvis' bed. She smooths some hair from your forehead and brings you a glass of water.

"Now, Imma be downstairs if you need anythin. From one woman to another, get some rest. I understand how painful this time of the month can be."

She offers a comforting smile, and you return it, settling into the warm sheets. She takes a few steps toward the door, but you stop her.

"Mrs. Presley," she turns. "Thank you. And would you send Elvis up when he gets back?"

"Of course, darlin."

And with that, she shuts the door. You snuggle deeper into the soft sheets and the next thing you know you're waking up to the sound of the bedroom door slamming against the wall. You jerk up and blink the sleep from your eyes to see Elvis standing by the dresser, shrugging off his outfit with his back toward you. You're already lifting the covers and getting out of bed, feeling so much better after your deep nap.

"Elvis, honey! You were amazing!" you say, and he turns at the sound of your voice.

You throw your arms around his shoulders and squeeze him tightly. He gives you a pat on the back but nothing more.

"Elvis, baby, is something wrong?"

He says nothing at first, just clenches his jaw. You gaze up into his eyes, trying to parse out his emotions.

"Where were ya, Y/N?!" Elvis suddenly shouts, and you recoil, shocked by his change in tone. "I needed ya there. This was a really, really important performance for me. The whole of America was watchin. Everybody but you, Y/N! All I wanted was to look out into the crowd after the performance and see ya sittin there with that beautiful smile on ya face, but you weren't there!"

"I...I-I'm sorry, Elvis, I-I was there! I swear I was, but then I-" you suck in a painful, shaky breath as you try not to cry. "I had to go t-to the bathroom because I s-s-started my p-period, and y-your mom insisted that she could t-take me ho-home. I-"

You feel your face immediately screw up and tears start to stream down your cheeks, one chasing directly after the other. You squeeze the words out through shaky breaths even though they're barely coherent. The tears are hard at work, forming two wet rivers down your cheeks. You try to wipe them with your fingers but only spread the wet moisture across the rest of your face. You drop your head into your hands.

"Oh baby...oh, sweet girl, I'm so sorry," he says and, in a flash, you feel his hands on your shoulders, gently walking you back to sit on the bed. "I didn't know...I didn't realize that...well, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make ya feel like this, baby. I'm sorry."

You sniffle, removing your hands to look at him.

"I'm sorry, too. I don't know why I'm crying. I guess it's just..." you gesture toward your crotch.

His fingers slip under your chin and lift your eyes to meet his gaze. His thumb strokes your cheek. His expression is completely different now, softened, full of love and affection. These are the eyes of the Elvis you love, the eyes that tell you he loves you back.

"Baby girl, you can cry all you'd like cause Imma be right here to take care of ya," he says quietly and his hands slide underneath your body, carrying you bridal style toward the top of the bed.

You pull the covers back and he lays you down so incredibly gently onto the mattress. He pulls the comforter and blanket up to your chin, sitting beside you and stroking your hair. He leans forward and presses a soft, warm kiss to your forehead.

"I love you, honey," he says with a smile that you return. "You're my bestest girl, forever and always."

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🦋 mila

[heartbeatan]

Damned Royalty (Chapter 10)

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Chapter 10

Your heart pounded when Jimin took you by the hand and dragged you from the car – or perhaps it was because you nearly had to run in your heels to keep up with his manic pace. He wanted to get you alone. He wanted it so bad you were sure for a moment he was going to fuck you in the elevator if it didn’t move any faster. Your heat throbbed when finally, inside his apartment, he pressed you between him and his front door, pinned your hands above your head and sucked hard on your neck while he rolled his pelvis against yours.

“Uh!” you called out when he cupped your ass and pulled you tight against him. Your cry echoed off the walls of his massive condo – as did the sounds of smacking lips and clapping hands. Jimin dropped his hold on your wrist and brought his hand to your neck, digging his thumb into your jaw to tilt your face up to his.

“I wanna hear you. All night, princess. Don’t hold back.”

He then dropped his hand further, slipping it underneath your skirt, he cupped your heat roughly in his hands and you cried out again.

“Ugh!”

“Louder.” He squeezed and a rush of arousal flooded your centre.

“Ughh!” you let your vocal cords loose and gave him what he wanted. Your body ricocheted in his grasp. You locked the collar of his shirt between your fingers and he squeezed hard once again. “Ahh!” your eyes rolled back, and you stretched your head to the ceiling.

“To think you didn’t want this,” he graveled. “To think you were going to go home with some other asshole.”

“I didn’t want him,” you breathed.

“No? It sure looked like you did.”

He released your core, but then dipped his hand over the waistband of your thong and sunk his fingers into your folds. Finally. Fucking finally this man was touching you raw.

“You’re so fucking wet already. Is this all for me?” his breath fanned across your face. He then found your entrance, and in one swift motion, he nearly lifted you off the floor as he thrusted his fingers inside you.

“Mughhhh!” you called out as he did.

“Who is it for, princess?”

You opened your mouth to tell him “It’s for you,” but before you could get the words out, he began flapping his digits inside you and a wave of pleasure burned through you. Your jaw slackened completely, and you clawed at his shoulders for stability.

“Oh!” was all you could manage to breathe.

“Say it,” he commanded, pulling his way back down your chamber before thrusting back into you, clamping over your ridge.

“Ah!” you cried as he did “Y… you,” you choked out. “It’s for you. I want you!”

“Good girl.” He released his hold inside of you, and his assault softened. He dragged his fingers slowly through your chamber before pulling them from you completely and making his way up to your clit. When he found it, he began rubbing it in soft circles. You closed your eyes, tilting your head back against the door and letting your heaving lungs catch their breath again. Jimin used your vulnerable state to bring his lips back to your neck, which he kissed and licked softly as he continued to fuck you slowly with his fingers.

“Mmmm,” you hummed, enjoying the sensations. Your other hand still pinned at the wrist, he loosened his grip and laced his fingers through yours. You squeezed back, holding him to you.

“Let’s go to my room,” he finally whispered against your skin. You wanted to, but the other part of you wanted to stay planted against this door in this state of arousal and pleasure. But the part of you that wanted more of him nodded. You opened your eyes and he released you from his grip. But it was too much distance for you. You slid your arms around his neck and pulled his lips into yours. He wrapped both his arms tightly around your waist, holding you flush against him.

Somehow, in this state of inseparability, you managed to find your way down the hall to his bedroom. The scene of your first orgasm and your first real intimacy with Jimin. You had only been there once, but the room felt familiar. Smelled familiar. Sounded familiar. But you felt different. This time, you weren’t nervous. This time you didn’t feel judged, out of his league or disposable. You felt wanted. Desired. Powerful.

Your lips still locked, you turned him around, walking him backwards until his calves hit the mattress. You pulled his lower lip between your teeth, then with a small push to his chest, you released him, and he tumbled softly back onto the bed.

You took a small step backwards, being sure he could see you from his seated position.

“Take off your clothes,” you whispered.

He smirked, but then reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt.

“I’m used to being the one to give orders around here,” he said.

“Not today, Mr. Park,” you tried out your best sultry tone. As he worked away at his buttons, you reached back and found the zipper for your dress. You then reached up to each strap, pulling it from your neck and letting them fall off each shoulder. Jimin watched you closely as you did – a primal desire growing in his gaze. Done with the buttons, he pulled the cotton from his shoulders and discarded his dress shirt to the side. You then slipped the silk of your dress over your waist and shimmied it down your hips until it fell from you in a pool at your feet. You stood before him once again in nothing but your bra and now-soiled panties.

You looked him over again – eyeing his undershirt which still covered his torso. With a cock of your eyebrow, you let him know “all of it” was what you meant. He reached back and in one swoop, pulled his undershirt off his back and discarded it as well. You bit your lip. God, he was beautiful underneath those suits he wore daily. His skin creamy, clean and stretched perfectly over his lean, toned muscles. You wanted to run your teeth over all of it. He’d probably let you if you only asked.

Noticing your pause to admire his body, Jimin cocked his eyebrow arrogantly back at you – he knew he looked good.

“What now, princess?”

Keeping your eyes trained on his, you stepped forward, then kneeled in front of his legs. You reached up for his belt and undid it slowly – painfully slow – as you watched him become increasingly frustrated. When the buckle was undone, you gripped the leather in your hand and pulled. In one fallow swoop, the belt pulled cleanly through the loops. He inhaled as you did. You then reached for his button, his zipper, again taking your time as you worked away at it. He began to shuffle uncomfortably on the mattress. He wanted your hands on him, your mouth on him, his cock inside you. When you reached for his waistband, he was all too enthusiastic to pull it and his boxers off. Dipping his thumbs into the waistband, he helped you pulled them clean off his body. His erection sprang free, and for the first time you finally saw him naked.

You couldn’t take your eyes from it. It was smooth, thick, and all you could imagine was how perfectly it would fill you up. Watching you salivate over his cock, Jimin reached down, taking it in his fist as he began to harden it with lazy strokes.

“Let me,” you looked up at him through your lashes. With a nod and a crooked grin, he removed his hand and leaned back into the bed. You reached out, wrapping your fingers around his girth, you gave him a long, slow stroke from tip to base, then base to tip.

“Mmm,” he hummed as he felt you wrapped around him. You stroke him again, tightening your grip ever so slightly. Then again, a little faster, then again until you found a mild pace. Jimin watched your face, watched his cock as you did. He bit and licked his lip whenever it felt really good. You loved how he looked at you, how he sounded, and you wanted more – wanted to give him more.

You raised yourself off the floor, high enough that you could pull him in for a deep kiss. He inhaled you as you did, moaning slightly as you continued to stroke him. You then trailed a path with your lips, your tongue, your teeth, over his chest, his abdomen, his pelvis, until you were eye to eye with his cock.

You started by licking a long line up his base. He groaned slightly as you did. You stopped and looked back up at him.

“I wanna hear you, Mr. Park. All night. Don’t hold back,” you threw his words back at him.

You returned to your task, making long, slow licks from bottom to top, playing with his foreskin with your lips. He liked that a lot. You then let your tongue fall from your mouth, placing his tip to your lips, you swirled the hot, wet muscle around him.

“Mmm,” he groaned a little louder. He closed his eyes and his hand instinctively reached out to grip a fist full of your hair. You swirled your tongue again, then again until you saw his belly take several shallow jolts of pleasure. Then, fisting him tightly, you opened your throat and sank his cock deep into your mouth.

“Ohhh!” he keened as you did, and you felt his body flex uncontrollably. You hollowed your cheeks as you pulled up him, squeezing him with just the right amount of pressure. You brought your hand to his base and twisted your fingers around him. Finding a rhythm, you synced your fist and your head an began to fuck him with your mouth. Twisting your tongue, twisting your fist, you made him moan.

You reached up with your free hand and stroked his abs, grabbed his ass, rubbed his inner thighs, until you slipped beneath his cock an took his balls in your palm.

“Shit!” he cried out.

“Mmmm,” you moaned around his cock, and his jaw dropped open as the vibrations filtered through his body. You gave his testicles another tug and he nearly melted in your hands. Slipping yourself from him, you looked up to him with a salacious grin.

“You like that, Mr. Park?”

“Fuck, yes!”

Continuing to stroke him, you let your mouth take a break to explore his nether regions. He liked it when you licked where his thigh and his pelvis met. He cried out to God when you pressed your finger into his perineum. But he loved it most when your lips, your tongue found his balls. With wide, long strokes, you’d lick him, and he’d choke. When you were ready again, you took him deep into your throat and began to bob your head, this time fast and with a little more enthusiasm.��Jimin huffed and groaned until finally you were sure his was about to come.

“Stop, fuck, stop!” he suddenly cried out.

“What’s wrong?” you pulled yourself from him.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Did I do something?” you looked innocently up at him.

“You just gave me the best fucking head of my life, that’s all,” he ran his fingers through his hair. “I almost fucking came.”

You bit you lip to supress your smile, but it was hard not to smile at his praise. You leaned forward and slid your palms up and down his thighs. You looked up at him and took notice of his rosy cheeks, and the way his skin glistened in a sheen of dampness, and the way his chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. His cock was red and swollen, hard and ready to come.

“Why don’t you let me finish, baby?” you whispered, batting your eyelashes tauntingly at him. He looked down at you with an exasperated look on his face.

“Because, I promised to fuck you, princess. And I’m nothing if not a man of my word.”

[andieperrie18]

KAREN ( Peter Parker X Reader )

Supp guys! I know you all are waiting for the Get Some part 2. But i wanna post this first. Don't you worry people I will follow up the part two Of Get Some. For now enjoy this one.

" Oh dear. . . " said as she looked at the computer screen.

" Voice System Deleted. . " the screen flashed this word as her mouth dropped. She just wanted to see the Spiderman Suit that his dad made for Peter. It was all done until she deleted the voice command.

She heard foots steps as she immidiately placed a camo microchip so she could haywire the suit. The foot steps got louder as Y/n muttered profanities then ran out and hid in a corner. Happy entered the room as he saw the case the contained the suit open. He looked around as Y/n hid down. After scanning around, he closed the case and left to deliver the uniform.

" This is bad. " The girl said as she dashed her way to her room. She popped open her laptop as she locates the laptop.

" Friday, how long does it take to make the suit's voice command? " she said as her fingers tapped away the codes.

" I cannot say the approximate time but it could take a month or more, Ms. Stark. " the computer answered as Y/n muttered, " Crap. "

" Is there a way for me to help the suit work. With out the voice command of the suit. It would be useless. " she asked as she struggled to maintain calm.

" You did put a microchip on the suit maam. You could run the suit while you remake the voice command of the suit. " the computer suggested.

" What?!, but that would mean I would- " "Yes, Sorry Ma'am but that is all I can get. I could call Mr. Stark about it. " the computer stated as Y/n held her forehead in stress. She didn't think her clumsiness would actually lead to this. But she had to fix this.

" No Friday. Alright, I'll run the suit. Do me a favor and recreate the suit's designed voice command. I'll take care in transfering to the suit.

From that moment, You would always be alerted when Peter would wear the suit. You tried her best to make her voice as robotic as possible. It was funny that Peter would call her suit Lady. You go to the same school as him and no one really knew that you are a daughter of the Iron Man. You liked Peter too. Ever since you two met, your feelings for him continued to develope but he like Liz Allan, the beauty and brains of Midtown School. You kept a low profile and had your name changed to Potts so the relation isn't near.

Peter found you fun to talk to. He would sometimes sleep with the suit on just to talk you, unknown to him that you were just running the suit.

" Y/n, are you ok? You've been really distant?" Ned asked you as Peter stood beside him lookin at you. You opened her mouth to answer. " I - I, you see I've been busy. I'm building the Lightsaber at the moment and I wanna use it as soon as possible so yeah I gotta go, bye! " you said and ran out. You leave school early cause you have taken the schedule of when and what time Peter would suit up and patrol Queens.

Now you were, at your seat as you work with Peter. You were trying to wake him up. It seems that he was knocked out badly.

A few moments later, Peter woke up from a shake. He sat up and growned.

" Ughh. . . My head. " he groaned as you snapped back to your holographic screen and hurriedly placed the mic on and tried to be as calm as possible.

" You appear to have a mild concusion. " she said as she began to monitor his health status.

" Ok stable. " you said off mic so Peter would'nt hear.

" So hey. . . Where am I right now? " she heard Peter ask.

" I'm not sure, the container walls are hindering my sensors. " you reasoned as you tried to scan but fails. You can see Peter scanning his surrounding as well.

" Wait a minute, they must've hijacked the truck and took'em in to their evil lair. So lady we're goin to find our way this one. " He replied as you tried tried to find a way to help him.

Peter began backing up trying to much momentum to break down the door. You watched as he counted down run towards the door breaking it open. Peter stumble his way out as he stood wobbly as he got out.

" Uh,. Huh? " he looked around to scan the unfamiliar surroundings the room was big and contained alot of same black metal containers.

" what is this place? " he asked as you began to scan the place yourself and began to research.

" Suit lady where am I? " you heard Peter ask as you finished reading the info you've found about the place he was in.

" You're in the most secured facility in the eastern seaboard. The Damage Control Deep Storage Vault. " " No! Seriously. " he cursed as you took a sip of your coffee and sat back. It was useless to get out of that vault.

You watched him groaned as he tries to open the sealed doors.

" Ugh. . . Gosh Peter, be thankful your cute cause I might have flew their by now to give you an Iron Slap. " you muttered of mic as you rubbed your temple as you watch the poor boy find his way out. You sighed as you turn on the mic.

" The doors must likely remain close till morning. " You said as you held back your sarcasm for the sake of the voice command protocol.

Peter finally settled down and built a bed swing using his web as You watched him with your hands under your chin with your elbows resting on the table.

You stared at Peter at the screen as he settled down at the bed.

" Hey suit lady, I kinda feel bad calling you suit lady. You know?" Peter said as sincerity coated his voice. ' How sweet. ' you thought as you watched him.

" I should probably give you a name. A Glitz? No no no, god thats-thats weird. " he said as you laughed at his dorkiness.

" Its ok. " you said through the mic.

Peter swung off the swing as you watched him fall off as you voice out a small giggle that Peter heard making him smile inside the mask, " What about Karen? " he stated.

You watch him land on the floor on purpose. The name suits the voice command. It was programmed to be a female voice.

" You could Call me Karen, if you would like? " you stated with your smile neverr leaving your lips as you stood from the couch and leaned on the table inside your room.

Peter felt something in ' Karen's ' voice like he could hear a smile behind it but it felt weird and nice at the same time

" Hey Karen, what else can this suit do?" he asked as you watched him hang upside down as he read his chemistry book in coincidence that you too was actually reading.

You activated the flight suit as you heard him gasp through your earpiece.

" What! " he gasped.

Peter was practically rummaging all the suits ability as you just showed him all its abilities. He was now playind the laser symbol on the white gray walls of the vault.

" Ricochet Web." You stated as he repeated it making you activate the command as he shot a web making it jump back to him almost hitting him.

" Cool. "

" Spider web. " you said as countless spider webs shot out of Peter's wrist as he walked around making you laughed at his clueless-ness of how the web works. You then spoke out another command.

" Web Grenade. "

" WEB GRENADE! " you heard him yell as he shot a web making spread across the wall.

You continued to tell him all the commands until he was now using the web into a jumping rope. You could practically feel his boredom as your head dropped to your elbows.

" Should I tell Liz that I'm Spiderman? "

Your head shot up from the sketchpad on your lap. You were sketching out Peter's face in a smile. The name of the girl utterly made you feel jealous as you rolled your eyes and angrily flipped the sketch pad into another page.

" Whose Liz? " you said trying to stay calm as possible as stroked the black color pencil on the pad heavily.

" Who's Liz? Haha she's the best, she's awesome. She's just a girl who goes to my school. And yeah, I'd really want to tell her. It's kinda weird ya know? " he said in a dreamy tone.

You sighed as you looked at him in a sad look.

" Hey, I'm spiderman. " he said as you continued to gawking at him at the screen.

" What's weird about that? " your tone came out softer.

" What if she is expecting someone like Tony Stark? Could you imagine how disappointed she would be if it was me. " he confessed. You didn't minded the protocol and spoke.

" Well, If I were Her? I wouldn't be disappointed at all. " you stated with a warm smile.

Peter felt warmth surge his chest. " Thanks Karen, you know you sound alot like Y/n. " he said as curiousity struck you when you heard your name.

" and who is this Y/n? " you asked.

" Well, practically the coolest person and friend ever. She likes Star Wars and she is really a great friend. I think I'm practically thinking that she is my best friend. " he confessed.

' Best Friend. Huh . . .' you mumbled sadly.

" But . . . " Peter continued as you shot up.

" I've been feeling funny around her. I would find myself practically staring at her in Chemistry class, or when in lunch I would let her rest her head on my shoulder. I'm feeling really weird when I'm with her. " he confessed. Red dusted its way to your cheek as you looked down and smiled.

" Until she suddenly began to be distant. I miss her. " he stated sadly with a sigh. Now you felt bad.

" Maybe she's just working in something? " you reasoned out.

" Well I wish she could tell me. I'm . . . Getting really worried for her. I Miss her. . . So much. " he stated.

" I miss You too Peter. " you accidentally said.

" what?" Peter asked as you panicked and covered the mic. " I mean't that She Misses You too. " you answered as your breath hitched.

" Thanks, its really nice to have someone to talk too. " he replied.

" Your Welcome. " you replied with a smile. With a hint of relief, you felt butterflies surge into your stomach.

Should I make a part two?