#anyway!!! this had me whispering a disbelieving 'hi - - - yo???' at my phone when I read it so that's the vibe you've given me

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I hope you know that, because I cannot keymash enough to properly express what's in my heart ❤️

[delicrieux]

queens, half past ten | p.p.

pairing: peter parker (as spiderman) x reader

summary: walking home alone at night is terrifying with your phone being dead, but, heh, spiderman is on patrol and you’re really craving starbucks.

warnings: nothing! fluff and pinning only xx

words: 2.2k

author’s note: this is part of my social media au BE MY VALENTINE! but it can also be read as a standalone fic!!

feedback is always appreciated xoxo

masterlist | buy me coffee☕. previous. next.

heading home from a concert under normal circumstances would be an adventure-esque movie/music clip where you’d listen to music and stare longingly out the window and into the shadow shrouded streets, faraway blinking lights from either cars or buildings. you’d imagine what it would be like to be a lead singer, or a drummer, or better yet the guitarist, and what all of that would entail. how you’d perform and smile and scream the lyrics along with adoring fans, how you’d get free drinks (when you’re legal), and how you’d have many bowie-esque backstage shenanigans.

alas, your phone is dead and you are stuck in confining silence, with nothing but the occasional whine of a passing car making you jump. the night is cold; smoke leaves your lips with each breath and you are eerily aware how loud your breathing is. the streets are bare —work night, no one really hangs around this late — and you feel like the only person in the world, but in a bad way. normally you’d call mj or jess and chat away about your experience at the concert, smile so hard your cheeks would hurt. now you hurry down the streets, itching to get home as soon as possible. not safe. pepper spray is grasped inside your pocket, but knowing you, if an attack (god forbid!) would happen, you’d probably spray yourself in the face and be doomed for. how did you forget to charge your phone? your friends must be worried sick. your mom would probably be too, if it wasn’t for the fact that you told her your at mj’s and she thinks you’re eating snacks and gossiping at the moment. instead you’re walking home alone with no means of communication. oh my god, no one would even be able to find you if you disappeared.

scaring yourself to death won’t help, nor make the walk shorter, or so you concluded. alas, you can’t help being on edge. if you saw a person now you’d probably burst into tears.

worst fears come true. the night had been amazing but it seems that everything is going downhill when you pass a pub. some loiter next to the door and smoke, their eyes trailing you as you walk past. bad bad bad. not everyone is evil, but you never know! being a girl is hard enough without the crushing fear of going home alone. you quickly disappear around a corner, sharp turn, you’re really working up a sweat by walking so quickly. the worst has passed, you think, sighing.

then someone has the fucking nerve to whistle at you. you thought this only happens in movies, but no, reality is just as cruel. you keep your head down and pick up the pace, but before much else—

“hey!” you jump and snap your head to a nearby lamppost, eyes wide in horror, heart hammering in your chest, but relax once you see it’s just spiderman. he gives an awkward wave, sitting quite comfortably on the lamp, legs swinging, as if he’s bored. staring as him, you uncertainly wave back, “sorry, i didn't mean to scare you.” he says, his voice deep and strange and somehow familiar. “i just uhh— heard those guys whistle at you and figured you’d appreciate the company. not safe in this part of town.”

you really don’t know what to say as he makes his way down to stand beside you. you hadn’t prepared to meet a superhero tonight, and certainly not one you had been actively stalking on social media for a better part of the year. oh my god. he’s really next to you, isn’t he? had he noticed you liking all of his posts? dear god, you hope not. suddenly rooted in spot, breath spent, cheeks aflame, you are thankful it’s so dark outside.

“i’m uhhh spiderman.” he introduces.

you manage to give him a shy smile, “...hi.”

mj will freak when she hears this. you will too once you process what’s happening. worlds are colliding in your very eyes. you have a hopeless crush on him, though now... is it really that hopeless? it’s fate. you don’t believe in fate, but any other explanation escapes you. he awkwardly mutters for you to lead the way and you two fall into pace. yet you don’t feel much calmer, rather now you’re nervous, but in a good way. you trust him. instantly. there is something familiar about his stance, his demeanor, yet you can’t quite place it. you wonder what he looks like behind his mask and sneak a glance at him. there is no way to tell. but your guess? hm... couldn’t be anyone like timothee chalamet, spiderman has some bulk on him. evan peters? maybe, but the aura doesn't quite fit. ross lynch?

you glance at him again, smiling to yourself a little. could be like ross lynch — brown hair, kind eyes —...what if it is ross lynch? can’t be that far of a stretch, most superheroes are hot (you’ve seen captain marvel, or just, as most dub her, god). but if it really is, you’ll faint.

you quickly fix your hair, somewhat self-conscious. you must look a mess right now. how will he fall in love with you when you’re all red and sweaty?

“so... what have you been up to?” he asks. he’s interested. good start. you have to swallow down a manic giggle.

“i went to this concert with my friend.” you say, a bit breathless, “it was so, so much fun, i just forgot to charge my phone so...” you tilt your head to him, flash him your most lovely smile, “i’m glad you showed up.”

“just uhhh—“ he fumbles, “doing my job! yes.”

“i know you’re like super busy—“ you continue shyly, hooking a strand of hair behind your ear (you are too good at this. if it wasn’t love at first sight, it sure as hell going to be at second), “—fighting crime, saving people... so it means a lot that you... you know... are not doing that right now to make sure i make it home safely.”

most don’t know this (with the exception of mj, that is) but you are very sly and calculating when you need to be. so you, gracefully and absolutely ‘unintentionally’, step closer to him, walking side by side, shoulders brushing. he fidgets, anxious, and you can only assume he is a bit flustered under that mask of his. your heart skips happy beats. you wonder if you whined enough would he web-sling you back to your apartment. you’ve never flown before. it must be exhilarating.

“your safety is just as important, (n—“ he promptly shuts up, swallows, then clears his throat, “uh... what’s your name, again?” you introduce yourself with another love-struck smile, “haha, i’m spiderman...” he chuckles nervously.

you lean in. he freezes. “i know.”

“so, uh, anyway, anything else i can do for you?” he wonders aloud, his voice unnaturally deep. you wonder if his throat hurts from putting all that stress on his vocal cords. alas, his identity must be kept top secret -- if it really is ross lynch, you understand that his career as a heartthrob is more important -- and so you refrain from questioning him. though, now that you think about it, you are a bit parched. power walking home really takes a lot out of the body, and you could definitely use a sugary drink. probably not the best idea, but you still have a mountain of homework, so it’s not like you’ll go to sleep once you’re actually home. 

besides, the more time you spend with this, presumably, insanely handsome superhero - the better. 

“actually...” you say with a dreamy smile, “i’d go for a drink right now. like starbucks. oh yea, definitely starbucks.” as overpriced as their coffee is, the flavor is impeccable.

spiderman is quiet for a moment, possibly considering whether to dismiss you or not, or trying to locate the nearest starbucks in the map of his mind.

lastly, “sure.” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice, “there’s one a few blocks down...i think.”

“ahh...” you nod, looking down at your shoes wistfully. no, they are not uncomfortable, actually the opposite of that. but he doesn’t know that. this is your one and only chance to see the city from a birds eye view, and there is no chance in hell you’re missing out on it. you’ll scam your way into anything. 

“are you scared of heights?” he suddenly asks.

you jerk, startled, wide-eyed, in absolute disbelieve that your cheap tricks are actually working, “...no. why?” you narrow your eyes, all suspicious and pretend like. 

he opens his arms, “well...come here.”

“what?”

“we’re taking a shortcut. will be fun, promise.” he insists. you heart roars in joy. he is so in love with you. fighting a grin, you sling your arms over his neck, and his arm snakes it’s way around your waist, pressing you close.

“just...hold on tightly.” you can barely hear him over the drum of your heartbeat. and before you can prepare - physically and mentally - you’re shot into the air, wind in your ears, adrenaline in your veins.

the city goes in vertigo and you laugh, wondrous and scared out of your wits, but excited all the same. the glimmering lights, car beeps and snippets of conversation fade into an incoherent whistle. your eyes start to water and so you shut them for a moment, before opening them again and seeing queens from so far up before your vision blurs as you race forward.

when he sets you down, you’re on shaky legs, hair a mess, smile so wide it hurts your cheeks but you can’t help it.

“that was...” you start, breathless, “so...so awesome. best uber i’ve ever had.”

“five stars?”

“i’d give you ten if it was possible.”

starbucks is up and running and unsurprisingly empty of patrons and the two of you slowly walk over, mindful of your wobbly stance. he grasps your shoulder, steadying you, and you nod at him gratefully. being the true gentleman he is, he opens the door for you with a dramatic bow, and you giggle a you enter.

“yo!” the barista, a young college student, calls, “sup, spiderman?”

“hey, george.” 

“friend of yours?” you whisper to him.

“yep. two free coffees, coming right up.” he mutters back, stalking to the counter before you can stop him. your orders are usually complicated and absolutely bizarre, but you suppose something simple for this hectic night wouldn't be that bad--

your mouth falls open when he says the exact order of your favorite drink. word for word. even the pronunciation is similar. and for himself he picks peter’s go-to. the barista, you suppose calling him george would be appropriate, nods and goes to fix your drinks. you wander to spiderman, blushing.

“how...did you know my favorite order?” you pipe up.

“oh-uh... i’m good at reading people.” he explains quickly, “it’s uhh--...part of my superpower.”

“wow, that’s awesome, wish i had powers.” you say, “actually, you ordered peter’s fav.” you admit, “oh! uh, peter’s my friend.”

“he sounds like a really cool dude.”

“you...don’t know anything about him?”

“uh...it’s the name. peter’s a strong name. for a...strong cool guy.”

“he’s kind of a dork, to be honest.” you mutter with a soft smile, “but he’s really sweet.”

“so...you like him?”

“‘course i like him!” you say, just as george announces your drinks are ready, “he’s my friend.” you finish, quickly maneuvering past him to get your coffee.

“right...friend...”

there was a mutual agreement to walk back, since neither of you wanted to risk spilling your drinks on unknowing townies or yourselves. to your surprise, he had lifted his mask up, just a bit, to expose his jaw and lips and to sip his delicious drink. and yes, you might have stared excessively and shamelessly, and yes, you were almost convinced it was ross lynch himself walking you home, and yes, the urge to kiss him for this fantastic date came in waves. one moment you wanted to throw your arms around him and taste the coffee drops on his lips, but the next you recoiled and re-thought your approach. alas, your street came into view all too quick.

you stop, and so does he, and with a somewhat sad smile, you say, “well, i won’t keep you any longer. there’s probably a robbery happening or something, and i’m...” you turn away, see your apartment complex looming, “home.”

“uh—yea, totally.” he nods, “uhm...it was a pleasure to meet you, (name). i had fun.”

now or never.

instead of giving him some lame, forgettable goodbye, you throw your arms around him and squeeze tightly, smiling into his shoulder. he wraps his arms around you loosely, stiffly, as if uncertain whether it’s the right thing to do or not.  blushed like a rose, you tilt your head and land a soft kiss on the side of his lips, “that’s for good luck.” you murmur, smiling deliriously, lastly pulling a way and waving, “and for the record, i had fun too.”

he says nothing, too stunned to move.

you, in the elevator, your dead phone grasped in your hand, feeling like your heart might bust out of your chest, and he, sitting on a roof of a nearby building, watching, waiting for the light in your room to turn on as an indication that you’re finally safe, mutter: “holy shit.”

tags(i wasn’t able to tag the italicized!): @toospicy-peppermint​ - @badbitsh13​ - @hotshot-deserves-more-love​ - @bitcheekun​ - @songofcosplay​ - @magical-spit​ - @stxrtreatment​ - @kxssiewrites​ - @captain-lovemeplease - @myangelarcade​ - @goldenrunaway​

[mafiabosstsuna]

No problem ! I remember reading a previous ask of yours about Vongola 10 getting hit by the TYL bazooka and seeing their s/o with someone else leading them to break things off. Eventually they witness the same scene and realize it was their own fault. Instead of letting their ex go, could you write about them pursuing them and making amends even if their interfering with their s/o current relationship ? For Hibari, Yamamoto & Ryohei ?

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ADMIN ALDEHEID

Yamamoto

Walking away was more difficult thanTakeshi thought.

Even as he neared the exit of the bar hecould still hear your laugh… Soothing and enough to make his heart soar. Ittook everything he had not to turn back and drag you over in his embrace.

As soon as he was out of the bar he took alungfull of the cold air outside. Memories of you forced him to lean againstthe wall beside the bar’s door. He wished he smoke like Hayato but being aformer athlete stopped him from indulging. He guessed it was better this way.

That night he slept the night away and dreamedof you. Of what the two of you had before all this happened. He woke up feelingempty. Alone.

When he walked in to report to Tsuna thatday he caught a glimpse of Hayato taking a smoke out in the gardens. He triedto conjure up his usual smile.

“Yo!”

Hayato nodded back at him before returninghis eyes to the gates where one of their lower subordinates was talking to a stranger.

“What’s going on?” Takeshi asked curiouslyas came near the bomber.

Hayato flicked his chin at the scene withthe stranger before speaking through his cig. “Just a low level nobody tryingto get into the Vongola. Nothing new.”

Takeshi squinted and blinked towards thegate again and his blood turned cold when he recognized the stranger talking toone of their men.

It was the man you were last night.

“Oi, Jyudaime says he’ll be staying intonight so you don’t­― Hey! Where are you going?!”

“I’m taking the day off! Tell Tsuna!”

He got in his car and called Shoichi foryour last known address. He was at your front door in a matter of minutes.

When you opened the door to him you weren’texpecting to see Takeshi standing there with his eyes sharp and glinting like ablade looking down at you with an urgency that made your heart pound hard.

“I need to talk to you.”

That voice. Rougher and finer than what itwas all those years ago made your body tingle with familiar want. But thememory of him kicking you out of your life woke you up from the secret longingsof your heart and you attempt to slam the door in his face. He held it openeasily with a hand on the frame.

“Please!”he said through gritted teeth as he kept the door open. “You’re in danger!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!Leave me alone!”

You stumbled back when he pushed the dooropen fully and walked in with determined strides and you were left shaking asyou stared right back at him. Never did you think you’d see him again. Neverdid you think your feelings for him was still so strong.

“I think you need to leave,” you tell himas calmly as you could. “I’m expecting my fiancé to come by today. I don’t wanthim to see you here.”

“Leave him.”

The order caught you completely off guardand you look up at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. “What…?”

“Leave him. He’s not good for you. Leavehim before you get involved with him further.”

You shook your head slowly, trying to wrapyour head around what he was saying. “What? How do you get the nerve to tell methat…? How could you just barge in here and tell me that?!”

“HE’S A HITMAN! HE KILLS PEOPLE FOR A LIVING! DO YOU REALLY WANT TO GET INVOLVED IN SOMETHINGLIKE―”

“I know what he is.”

You watched as Takeshi’s anger deflate and turninto confusion. “What?”

“I know he’s an assassin. When he and I gottogether I found out after I overheard him talking to someone over the phone.”

Takeshi’s eyes took on a wild sheen. “THENWHY ARE YOU STILL WITH HIM?!”

“BECAUSE IT DOESN’T MATTER AS LONG AS HELOVED ME!”

Takeshi’s fist punched a hole in your wallas his eyes filmed with tears and his breath ran ragged. “IF THAT WAS THE CASETHEN WHAT THE HELL DID I LEAVE YOU FOR?!”

You blinked back at him in confusion. “What?”

He covered his eyes with one large,calloused hand to hide his sudden tears even as he laughed half hysterically atthe situation. “I left you because I didn’t want you to get involved in thisworld…! I left you because I wanted you safe! If you were going to end up withsomeone like me anyway then what was the point of all my sacrifices to keep yousafe all these years?! What was the point of forcing myself not to comecrawling back every time I thought about you?!”

“Takeshi…?”

He removed his hand from his face and youbroke at the bitter, half mad grin on his face as he looked down at you. “I’msorry. But now that I know being a hitman is something you can overlook then… Idon’t care if you’re with someone else. I’m taking you back. How can I possiblylet go of you now…?”

Gokudera

He was just about to leave when anotherwoman blocked his way and out her arms around him, giggling in the same way youhave been just now. Absently Hayato wondered why the sound you made seemed muchmore pleasant to his senses than this lady rubbing herself against him.

“Hey, handsome~ Where are you going? Wantto play with me?”

“I’m not interested. Go away.”

“Awww playing hard to get? Come on now, I’mlonely~!”

Hayato stiffened as he heard another gigglecoming from you and he couldn’t help but glance your way as the man you werewith started leading you off somewhere.

“Well, looks like that guy is up to his oldtricks again.”

Hayato glanced at the woman still clingingto him like a wet shirt curiously. “What do you mean?”

She smirked. “That guy’s scum. He’s dealingwith that new date drug. Makes a girl giddy and hallucinate while he carts themoff to be auctioned somewhere. I think it makes them imagine and see theirbiggest fantasy. Looks like he’s found his newest merchandise.”

At that Hayato’s breath caught in histhroat. His blood went ice cold as he remembered his thoughts when he first sawthis scene for five minutes ten long years ago. Without uttering another wordhe shook the protesting woman off of him and went after you. He caught you andthe scum as he was about to put you in a taxi. Hayato pulled the man off of youby the collar of his coat.

“Hey, buddy, what’re you―”

Hayato punching him in the face stopped theman from finishing his sentence and was left ignored as he rolled on the streetin pain from his broken nose. Hayato then pushed into the cab with you and toldthe taxi to take him to his address. As the taxi moved he cradled you againsthim. The fact that you weren’t protesting and was still giggling while yousnuggled up to him was proof that you had indeed taken some drugs. The faintsmile of alcohol told the silver haired bomber that that scum must have mixedthe shit in your drink while you weren’t looking. Still…

It was so good to feel your arms around himagain. He couldn’t stop himself from burying his face in your hair and breathingyou in. You gave out that sweet little giggle again and buried your face in hischest. It made Hayato hold you tighter.

When you arrived at his apartment he liftedyou in his arms and took you inside. As he lay you on the bed to let you rest youclutched him tighter to you and the word you whined made him freeze in histracks.

“Hayato…” Hayato looked down at you and hisknees weakened at the sight of your tears even as you kept in smiling. “You’reback… I’m so happy… I love you… Don’t leave me again…”

He almost took you, right there and then.The only thing stopping him was the fact that he might hurt you along with thedrug that you had taken. Settling you on the bed and prying your fingers offhis shirt he covers you in a blanket and lies next to you, waiting for you towake up. And when you did and recognized the man beside you you screamed and triedto get away. Hayato pinned you down on the bed.

“What the hell, Hayato?! Let me go! Ugh… Ifeel dizzy… What the hell did you do to me, asshole!”

“Tch, you’re screaming at me like that nowafter you kept calling my name all night? You never change, you’ve always beenso stupid!”

“Stupid?! Who are you calling stupid, youidiot! You’ve got no right to call me that!” even as you screamed tears pouredof your eyes as you tried to struggle underneath him. “Damn it, let go! You’vedone enough to me already! I’m tired of thinking of you! I’m tired of lovingyou! Let go!”

Hayato’s eyes softened even as he leaneddown and touched your forehead with him. “God, I fucked when I let you go, didn’tI? I actually thought you’d be happy with someone less screwed up in the headthan me. I’m wrong. So fucking wrong.”

Your eyes widened at the words you haveonly dreamed of hearing after all this time. Words that made you wake upfeeling empty and aching when you wake up the next day. It didn’t even feelreal…

“Ha… ya… to…?”

“Take me back,” he whispered against yourlips as he did so, looking you directly in the eye with a pleading gaze you hadnever seen on him before. “Please take me back…”

Ryohei

Ryohei pounded into the punching bag like aman gone wild. Several of the gym members gaped as the stitches startedbreaking at the seams and sand startled trickling on the floor. Every punchthrown into the large bag made it fly into the wall. Sasagawa Ryohei was knownaround the gym as someone who was a generally good natured guy so seeing himact so… violently was unnerving. Everyone stayed away.

Ryohei wasn’t even aware of the attentionhe was getting. He had been in a bad, melancholic mood since this morning. Eversince he dreamed of breaking up with you with no words of proper explanation.Merely the evidence of witnessing a future where you did not choose him to beby your side. The fact that he had been a wreck over you for the last ten yearsdidn’t help. He would always be rattled with melancholy when he remembered yourname.

The memory of your shocked and hurt face madehis next punch sharper and the punching bag gave in, ripping in half and thesand inside burst out like a bomb. It rushed him right back to his senses.

Sighing he went back to the bench where heleft his towel and water tumbler. Moments later he took a shower and was on hisway out of the gym when his attention was caught by the sound of a gentle laugh.It froze him with its familiarity.

Slowly he turned and saw you there handinga water bottle to a stranger. Another man who smiled right back at you. Ryohei’sheart stopped. Was he still dreaming? Wasn’t this the same scene he hadwitnessed from ten years ago?

Envy ate at him even as he repressed the violencein his heart. He let you go because he wanted you to be happy, right? He had noright to take back what he said now…

But he knew that man although he had neverreally looked at him properly! He was a well-known polygamist around here inthe gym! You were probably the third woman seen to visit him at the gym this month.There was a rumor that he even asked his girlfriends for money to feed hisluxurious addictions. Ryohei had never thought highly of him and ignored himmost of the time.

Ryohei watched you leave after the mankissed you on the cheek. It felt like a punch in the gut. And as you turned aroundhe saw your eyes widen as you stared back at him.

Ryohei watched your eyes reflect surprise,then sadness and then you bowed to him with a plaintive smile before attemptingto pass him by the corridor. You never were one to make a scene. You havealways been so quiet, so gentle and understanding. The complete opposite ofhim. He found no other person who can compare to you all these years. And forthat he suffered.

To find out that you were giving yourselfto such garbage…!

Before he could think about it he had yourwrist in his hand and dragged you out of the gym.

You tried to protest. Your feeble attemptsat forcing him to release you drowning in futility. When he finally had youlocked in his car he clutched at his steering wheel, trapped in the pregnantsilence that ensued.

“You don’t have to force yourself,” youbroke the silence, taking pity on him after a while. You knew how much he hatedsilence. “I’m alright, Ryohei. How about you?”

He looked down and stared at his pedalsbefore he could gather the strength to explain. “I’ve been… missing you. Allthis time.”

The words made tears burst from your eyesand you tried to desperately blink them away. You had known him to always be acompletely honest and straightforward person. The kind of person who lost nothingby telling the truth.

“I see…” was all you could give. What elsecould you possibly say at this point?

Ryohei gritted his teeth. Even after allthese years you still didn’t know how to get angry. It used to frustrate himbefore but afterwards… Afterwards you became his special place. A secret placewhere the Sun could lay in peace and not be burdened with its own brightness.

“That man,” he began haltingly but eventuallyhe sucked in a deep breath and continued. “He’s not good for you. He’s in a lotof relationships right now. He… isn’t the kind of guy who’ll treat you right.”

You remain silent. Your heart heavy andleaden.

“I… I mean if you have to be with someone,at least be with someone who will treat you right! At least let it be withsomeone who will hold you above everything else!” he slammed his forehead onhis steering wheel in a desperate attempt to collect his thoughts and alleviatehis desire to offer himself to you again. “Please!At least find someone who deserves you!”

“How could I do that?” you whispered asyour tears finally ran their course down your cheeks and Ryohei looked back atyou in alarm. “How could I do that when all I’ve ever wanted was you…?”

The boxer stared at you in painedhelplessness, evaluating the extent of his screw up. He wanted to hit himself.He would have too if he didn’t know it would scare you.

“I don’t know the real reason why you brokeup with me, Ryo… All I knew was that we were happy and something changed that.I understand you wouldn’t have done that if you weren’t concerned for my well-beingbut, Ryo… Even if you say you don’t want me anymore, I know…” you turn and methis disbelieving eyes with a certainty that shook him to the core. “I wouldnever find another man who would ever hold me above himself like you did whilewe were together. I believe in you; I always will. And I want you to be happy.”

You give him one last smile before youturned and attempted to open the car door to leave but the boxer pulled youback to face desperate and pleading eyes that looked deep into yours in a wayyou had never seen before. Sasagawa Ryohei was a bright Sun of overwhelminggood cheer and happiness. He had wanted for nothingin his life. Seeing him look as though he were hopelessly chasing a dream wassomething you have never thought possible.

“Take me back.”

Youreyes widen at the request. “W-what?”

“I’m not letting you go back to that man,”he began in a rough voice, bordering on violence. “I’m not letting anyone touchwhat’s mine again. Your place is by my side. I am never going to let you go.”