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piratewithvigor · 4 years ago

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My first thought in regard to every band that gets played on my radio station

ACDC: Every dad’s favourite band

Adams, Bryan: Every mom’s favourite singer until Michael Buble came along

Aerosmith: haha they thought Vince Neil was a lady

Alice Cooper: he’s a Game Of Thrones fanboy and I have proof

Alice In Chains: my sister doesn’t like them because she decided AC were Alice Cooper’s initials ONLY

Allman Brothers Band: good music for dropping acid to

Allman, Gregg: That’s too many Gs for one name

Animals: House Of The Rising Sun, or who even cares

Argent: Sometimes Hold Your Head Up is really catchy

Asia: Tuesdays

Autograph: one of the members went on to be a pharmacist

Bachman-Turner Overdrive: There are just so many pop culture jokes about Taking Care Of Business that whatever I say won’t be as funny

Bad Company: with their song; Bad Company, off their album; Bad Company

Benatar, Pat: Always getting her confused with Patti Smith

Black Crowes: I like them for Lickin, but it doesn’t seem to exist outside of one shoddy video on youtube and my old CD

Blackfoot: this band name feels kind of racy

Black Sabbath: Dio was not better or worse than Ozzy; just different

Blondie: I like Call Me, but Blondie confuses me stylistically

Blue Oyster Cult: MORE COWBELL

Bon Jovi: Hello, childhood trauma, I missed you

Boston: ONE GUY. ONE GUY DID IT ALL AND NO ONE KNOWS

Bowie, David: Don’t let your children watch The Man Who Fell To Earth, or David Bowie’s will end up being the third penis they see in life

Browne, Jackson: Another musician ruined by Supernatural

Buffalo Springfield: Jack Nicholson was at the riot they sing about

Burdon, Eric: no ideas, brain empty

Bush: ditto

Candlebox: ditto once more. Who are these people?

Cars: This band feels so gay and so straight at the same time, I can only assume they’re the poster children of bisexual panic

Cheap Trick: I played Dream Police on Guitar Hero so fucking much because it was the only song anyone who played with me could keep up with

Chicago: Chicago 30 exists, but they do not have 30 albums. Fucking riddle me that

Clapton, Eric: 6 discs in one Greatest Hits is too many. That’s called “re releasing your discography”

Cochrane, Tom: For some reason, everyone thinks Rascal Flats did it better

Cocker, Joe: Belushi did it right

Collective Soul: who?

Collins, Phil: If his biggest hits were done by MCR, they would be emo anthems, but because he’s 5′6″ and from the 80s, they’re not

Cream: *Vietnam flashbacks on the hippie side*

CCR: *Vietnam flashbacks on the war side*

CSNY: David Crosby; meh

Deep Purple: THEY’RE SO MUCH MORE THAN SMOKE ON THE WATER

Def Leppard: the only music for when you’re a heartbroken bitch but also a sexy one

Derek And The Dominos: Clapton and ‘Layla’ broke up

Derringer, Rick: Tom Petty if he was from the midwest

Dio: You thought it was an anime reference, but it was me, Dio

Dire Straits: You can tell how bigoted a radio station is based on how much of Money For Nothing they censor

Doobie Brothers: I have yet to smoke weed, but I listen to the Doobies, and I think that’s pretty close

Dylan, Bob: I take back everything I said about him in my youth

Eagles: Hotel California isn’t their best song, but the memes that come from it are second to none

Edgar Winter Group: @the--blackdahlia

Electric Light Orchestra: Actually an orchestra and sound a fuckton like George Harrison

ELO: I really hesitate to ask what happens with the 7 virgins and a mule

Essex, David: no prominent memories of him

Fabulous Thunderbirds: cannot spell

Faces: Who on earth thought that was a good album name?

Faith No More: I got nothing

Fixx: One Thing Leads To Another is a damn bop

Fleetwood Mac: I ain’t straight, but I’m simply not enough of a witch to enjoy them to full potential

Fogerty, John: He got sued cause he sounded like himself

Foghat: Slow Ride slowly becoming less coherent feels like a drug trip

Foo Fighters: He was just excited to buy a grill

Ford, Lita: deserved better

Foreigner: dramatically overplayed

Frampton, Peter: a masterful user of the talk box

Free: dramatically underplayed

Gabriel, Peter: leaving Genesis changed him a lot

Genesis: if someone likes Genesis, clarify the era, because yes, it does matter

Georgia Satellites: sing like you have a cactus in your ass

Golden Earring: Twilight Zone slaps, but it doesn’t slap as hard as this station thinks it does

Grand Funk Railroad: Funk

Grateful Dead: I like their aesthetic more than their music

Great White: there are so many fucking shark jokes

Greenbaum, Norman: makes me think of Subway for some reason

Green Day: the first of the emo revolution

Greg Kihn Band: RocKihnRoll is literally the most clever album name I’ve ever seen

Guns N Roses: They have more than three good songs, but radio stations never recognize that

Hagar, Sammy: I’m still trying to figure out where he lived to take 16 hours to get to LA driving 55 and how fucking fast was he driving beforehand?

Harrison, George: He went from religious to rock, and if he had continued rocking, he would have gotten too cool

Head East: I respect people who use breakfast foods as album names

Heart: Magic Man and Barracuda are played at least once every goddamn day. They’re not even the best songs!

Hendrix, Jimi: I have both a cousin and a sibling named after Hendrix references

Henley, Don: Dirty Laundry gives me too much inspiration

Hollies: Somehow sound like they’re both from the 60s and the 80s at the same time

Idol, Billy: he’s doing well for himself

INXS: Terminator vibes

Iris, Donnie: knockoff Roy Orbison

James Gang: too many funks

Jane’s Addiction: if TMNT had a grunge band representative

Jefferson Airplane: *assorted cheers*

Jefferson Starship: *assorted boos*

Jethro Tull: The only band to make you feel not cool enough to play the flute

Jett, Joan: icon

J. Geils Band: I requested them on the radio once and it got played

Joel, Billy: he really did just air everybody’s business like that

John Cafferty And The Beaver Brown Band: literally wtf is that name

John, Elton: yarn Elton sits in my basement, unstaring. Please someone take him from me

Joplin, Janis: Queen

Journey: Stop overplaying Don’t Stop Believing. It takes away from the rest of the repetoire

Judas Priest: literally started the gay leather aesthetic

Kansas: another fucking band Supernatural stole

Kenny Wayne Shepherd: the man confuses me to the point where he isn’t in the right place alphabetically

Kiss: Mick Mars and I will simply have to disagree on the subject

Kravitz, Lenny: runaway vibes

Led Zeppelin: Fucking fight me if you don’t think they’re the most talented band (maybe not the most talented individually, but collectively, no one comes close)

Lennon, John: My least favourite Beatle for reasons

Live: I got nothin

Living Colour: slap a decent amount

Loverboy: do you not get TURNT the fuck up to the big Loverboy hits? Who hurt you??

Lynyrd Skynyrd: Sweet Home Alabama is a Neil Young diss track

Marshall Tucker Band: no opinion

Manfred Mann’s Earth Band: VERY STRONG OPINIONS THAT THEY AREN’T GOOD

McCartney, Paul/Wings: Power couple

Meatloaf: I have nothing but respect for a man who willingly named himself Meatloaf

Mellencamp, John: voted cutest lesbian of 1987

Metallica: I liked their appearance on Jimmy Fallon

Midnight Oil: I get them confused for Talking Heads a lot

Modern English: who?

Molly Hatchet: Hollies vibes, but also Georgia Satellites vibes

Money, Eddie: DAN AVIDAN, IF YOU SEE THIS, COVER TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT

Motley Crue: Stan Mick Mars and John Corabi. They’re the only ones who deserve it

Mott The Hoople: no one loves them except for David Bowie

Mountain: props for naming an album ‘Climbing’

Nazareth: I want to make a John Mulaney joke here, but I can never come up with one

Nicks, Stevie: witch queen

Night Ranger: I get them confused with Urge Overkill

Nirvana: Kurt Cobain was the ally grunge needed

Nova, Aldo: he’s Canadian, at least

Nugent, Ted: *serves a ghost as jerky*

Offspring: nothing here

Osbourne, Ozzy: this bitch crazy

Outfield: Your Love is kind of a sketchy song, but it slaps hard

Palmer, Robert: low quality Eddie Money

Pearl Jam: *grunts in Eddie Vedder*

Petty, Tom: I have so many feelings about Tom Petty and they are all good

Pink Floyd: which one is Pink?

Plant, Robert: solo career is a crapshoot, but his voice is unparalleled

Poison: I want them to write a song called ‘Alice Cooper’

Pretenders: I want to say good things, but I have nothing to say

Queen: A doctor of astrophysics, a screaming girl, a disco queen and a diva walk into a bar. It’s Queen; they’re there to play a gig

Queensryche: neutral opinion

Quiet Riot: they got big because of a song they hated. I love that

Rafferty, Gerry: the second-sexiest sax opening in all of music

Rainbow: Ritchie Blackmore created something very magnificent

Ram Jam: one good song and they didn’t even write it

Ratt: I’m sure they have more than Round And Round, but I don’t know it

RHCP: funky, but if you have paid money to hear them, you’re going to The Bad Place (I don’t make the rules)

Red Rider: basically Golden Earring

Reed, Lou: Walk On The Wild Side would be such a cool song if it wasn’t so dull

REM: American Tragically Hip

REO Speedwagon: Props for having a dad joke as an album title

Rolling Stones: Never in my life could I imagine the drummer being named anything but Charlie

Rush: How to make being uncool the coolest fucking shit

Santana: The world needs more Santana

Scandal: There’s something really funny about The Warrior being my brother’s “song” with his girlfriend

Scorpions: Was Wind Of Change written by the CIA? Only the spotify podcast I got an ad for once could say

Seger, Bob: A different variety of Eric Clapton (frankly a better variety, but that’s just me)

Simple Minds: we ALL forgot about you

Skid Row: Sebastian Bach is prettier than all of us

Soundgarden: music that makes you feel like you dunked your head underwater

Springsteen, Bruce: my arch-nemesis. Maybe someday, he’ll find out about it

Squeeze: according to my friends, the stupidest band name ever, but they’re theatre kids, so you know

Squier, Billy: If he can make it through 1984 alive, you can make it through whatever bad day you’re having

Stealers Wheel: Yet another band who I always mistake for George Harrison

Steely Dan: my house’s nickname for the Robber in Settlers Of Catan

Steppenwolf: Either makes me think of Jay & Silent Bob, Jack Nicholson, or that time I had to cut 6lbs of onions

Steve Miller Band: when you’re in the right mood, they slap hard

Stewart, Rod: my soundtrack to summer 2015

Stills, Stephen: Love The One You’re With Is Catchy, but the lyrics are questionable

Stone Temple Pilots: the only band to write a song about goo you smear on yourself

Stray Cats: an obscene amount of merch is available for them

Styx: Supernatural would have ruined them for me too if I hadn’t been into them previously.

Supertramp: I hunted for Breakfast In America for two years and it was worth every hunt

Sweet: I will never understand my two-month obsession with Ballroom Blitz when I was 15, but it was legit all I listened to

Talking Heads: you may find yourself in a pizza hut. And you may find yourself in a taco bell. And you may find yourself at the combination pizza hut and taco bell. And you may ask yourself; ‘how did I get here?’

Temple Of The Dog: I keep confusing them for Nazareth

Ten Years After: somehow still relevant

Tesla: not the car or the dude

The Beatles: Evokes a lot of opinions from people. Mine is that I love them

The Clash: I showed my sister the ‘Lock The Taskbar’ vine ONCE and it still kills her

The Doors: evokes teenage terror from deep within my soul

The Guess Who: Canada’s answer to confusing question-themed band names

The Kinks: kinky

The Police: wrote the theme of 2020 and everyone somehow forgot it was about a teacher resisting becoming a pedophile

The Ramones: playing all of their songs in a row wouldn’t take more than 2 hours

The Romantics: you don’t think you know them, but if you’ve seen Shrek 2, you have

The Who: If someone can explain Tommy to me, I’d be glad to hear it

The Zombies: I think they happened because of the 60s

Thin Lizzy: Could the boys maybe leave town?

Thorogood, George: blues, but make it modern

Toto: the most memed song behind All Star

Townshend, Pete: just makes me think of the end of Mr. Deeds

T-Rex: Mark Bolan is an icon

Triumph: The no-name brand of Rush

Tubes: like the yogurt

Twisted Sister: they did a christmas album and my mom does NOT hate it

U2: U2 Movers; we move in mysterious ways

Van Halen: RIP Eddie

Van Morrison: honestly, who’s named Van?

Vaughn, Stevie Ray: Steamy Ray Vaughn

Walsh, Joe: The Smoker You Drink The Player You Get

War: Foghat, but even groovier

Whitesnake: the most successful band to be named after a penis

Wright, Gary: the 90s thanks him for writing the song every movie used for the “guy sees cute girl and it’s love at first sight” scene

Yes: To Be Continued

Young, Neil: The best part of CSNY

Zevon, Warren: the album cover of Excitable Boy makes me deeply uncomfortable for reasons I don’t understand

ZZ Top: has been the same three guys since 1969. Lineup unchanged.

3 Doors Down: They feel a little modern to be on a classic rock station, but whatever

38 Special: Why 38?

#I made this instead of doing homework #Classic Rock #Meme

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imaginesmai · 4 years ago

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Peter Parker - Baby on board

This is quite long, so sorry in advance. I’ve worked really hard on this, so I hope you like it!

Plot: An unplanned pregnancy is what you least expect at sixteen, but when it comes knocking on your door you can’t pretend you’re not home

A six steps guide of how to deal with an unplanned, teenage pregnancy

Warnings: teenage pregnancy

1. Self-denial and isolation.

They came together, hand in hand with the pink stick that you considered to have ruined your life in that moment. In the bathroom of that mall, where you had managed to sneak from your parents and with Peter, they knocked on the door and decided to stay. An unplanned pregnancy was something bad itself, and it felt as if to you it was even worse; just sixteen, in highschool and with conservative parents that didn’t let Peter spend the night in your house.

“Hey” Peter wrapped his shaky, pale fingers around your wrist, making you look away from the pregnancy test. He wasn’t much better; while you were letting the moment catch up with you, he already had tears on his eyes. “Sometimes – sometimes they’re wrong”

“It’s the third” you croaked out, pointing with your chin to the nasty bin where two positive test were buried.

“Yeah, but it can be, uh… something about you?”

“Like being pregnant?” you snapped at him.

“No! I mean, like – I – hormones?”

Peter was the last person to blame in that situation, but you felt like smashing his head against the bathroom door. The September warm wind was seeping through the small window, making sweat ran down your neck. You felt all clammy and sweaty, as if a bath would solve every problem you had. Probably, only a trip to the past and a few smacks to your past-self was the only solution.

Your phone beeped once more, and Peter was faster than you that time. He gripped the stick that was resting on your backpack and stared at it; with the dim light of the stingy cubicle, you knew the answer was the same.

It had been just one time, and you weren’t even sure that the condom broke before he took it out. You had convinced yourself that it was like that and you hadn’t bought the pill for the next day, sure that it had been just one time. And now, you were in a fake date with Peter to buy some pregnancy test to confirm what your period had screamed at you the past week.

“They can be still wrong” Peter whispered. He was sitting on the ground, forgetting about how dirty it was when the first test came back positive. “Maybe you’re ovulating, or – t-there ar-re some… some…”

“Just shut up” your voice broke and someone squeezed his throat between their fingers. “Shut up”

You got up from the toilet seat and took your backpack abruptly from the ground. The door hit the other side of the bathroom and an old lady who was washing her hands jumped surprised. You didn’t apologize or looked at her, just kept your eyes on the ground while the tears filled them. Peter fell to the ground trying to get up and gathering the two last tests in his hands at the same time, and the old lady emitted a low protest.

Hurried steps followed you through the mall, where no one bothered to pay attention to two distressed teenagers. Peter called your name a few times, until you reached the mechanic stairs and a group of people were in between. You kept walking, faster than what the stairs moved, and by the time you had left the mall, Peter was just ending the stairs.

With the two positive pregnancy tests still on his hand.

2. Anger and sadness

This step came from none of you; and if it did, you couldn’t have known since you spent the next three weeks locked in your room with your phone off. Peter came and went, even May stopped once or twice. But with the excuse of having a bad fight, your parents didn’t let them in – because they hadn’t really liked Peter from the start, a boy who was too normal and common for them. Your friends called, and whatever excuse Peter had told them seemed to work for a while. Still, the school year was starting and you had to go back at some point.

The anger came one morning, still new to throwing up and feeling as if someone else was controlling your body. Your father wasn’t home, it was your mother who heard you and helped you. And she knew, from the moment she held your hair up to the talk with your father that night. He hadn’t been always the loving dad you had wanted, but that night he was the farthest from it.

He gripped your arm until it bruised and forced you into the car, from where he took you to a private doctor. The man confirmed what you already knew – that yes, you were pregnant. It was then when you realized that you were pregnant, with a baby and that you were just sixteen.

“I can abort it” you said to your father for the thousand time, tears rolling down your cheeks. “Please, dad. Please – I will get rid of it, no one –“

“Will ever know? That’s what you want to say?” he screamed back. “We already know, Y/N! And that’s enough!”

He didn’t mention who was the father, because he already knew. Peter Parker, the boy who came one night to have dinner and stuttered too much for his liking. That lived with his aunt in a shitty apartment in Queens, and that was the most common teenager he had seen. As if he could already see the baby, your father glared with all the disgust he could muster to your stomach.

It didn’t matter if you promised to go to the clinic that same night again, and got rid of the baby as soon as possible. For all he cared, there was no going back.

“Take the bags!” he screamed once more, and for more purpose kicked the last of them out of the house. “And I swear, if I ever see you or that boy around, I will –“

“Mom” you cried out for your mother, who was behind him; with the same stone cold look from that morning. “Mom, please. Don’t kick me out. I don’t have anywhere to go, I don’t –“

The door closing was the only answer they gave you, and you fell to your knees in sobs and breathless cries. The night closed around you when, just a second after, someone inside turned off the lights of the porch, leaving you completely alone in the dark street. If your neighbours had heard the argument, they didn’t care about it. And it didn’t surprise you, because you had known all your life what type of friends your parents had.

You sat on the short stairs of your house, all your thoughts going to the barely there baby. You hated, screamed silently and cursed it before the birth, willing to walk yourself to the other side of the town and get rid of it. Thoughts about doing it yourself crossed your mind – you had heard from social media some ways to do so. You could spend the night somewhere, or just walking around, and the next day you could find something to do it. Your phone was still charged, and you checked the time.

When you did so, just as if your guardian anger was watching over you, the screen lighted up and Peter’s name appeared on the screen. More sobs broke through your body as you stared at the phone, and with shaky hands you unlocked it.

You bit your fist to avoid more sounds getting out, but Peter was silent. Too surprised about you finally picking up for the first time in three weeks, he realized he didn’t know what to do.

He had needed his own time to accept the news, and the biggest scolding from May when he told her. But from the moment you had told him between classes, he had known that you wouldn’t be alone.

“I didn’t think you would pick up” Peter said, voice quiet and soft. There was no hint of anger or disappointment for isolation yourself, as you have thought. “I was, uh… I stopped by a few times. Your dad threatened to call the police on me and May. I’m sorry”

“He’s an idiot” you whispered back.

You stared at the ground in front of you, where one of your bags had fallen open. Your cheerleader uniform was peeking through, another problem to add to the list. There were so many things an unplanned pregnancy meant that you couldn’t imagine even half of it.

Three weeks of isolation had only served to make things worse and, as you realized in that moment, to lose the only person who was willing to stay by your side.

“If you want, we could – maybe, meet or something in –“

“My parents kicked me out” you interrupted him, letting it sound clearly that you had been crying. “They found out and they kicked me out. And they don’t care if I get rid of it, because they said that the damage is already done”

You talked fast and barely breathing between facts. Peter already knew your parents and how they worked and thought, and it wasn’t probably a surprise. Why you hadn’t told them sooner they news, you didn’t know. The nagging thoughts about your previous wild decision came back, and you decided Peter not only had the right to know, but probably knew better.

Peter Parker, the sweetest boy with the biggest smile that dated the cheerleaders captain. You thought about how the first time he talked to you the neck of his shirt was wrinkled around his blue sweater, and how everything fell out of his backpack when you approached him in class.

Truly, there was only one person you wanted then.

“I was thinking about doing it myself, and by thinking I mean thinking really hard. Maybe – some YouTube video, or… something” you kept talking. “But I’m not sure if it’s safe, because on Twitter there was a trend where girls talked about mortal abortions.”

“I can be there in ten minutes” he stated when you finished. “Don’t hang up”

3. Acceptation.

Peter and you made a list of things that an unplanned pregnancy meant, listening to May who tried to help you as much as she could. The poor woman was barely making it to the end of the month for two; and now, she had another person in her small apartment. But she hadn’t listened to any of your complains, just hugged you tight and you that that, when something doesn’t have a solution, what you have to do is roll with it the best you can.

She declined every protest that went through your mouth, and threatened to put spicy on your food if you didn’t told her your needs. Besides acting like a mother of two teenagers and taking care of an unplanned pregnancy, she tried to give advice too.

That was why she suggested to make a list of the things you knew and those that you would need to face. You sat on Peter’s bed, your new favourite place, and took your blue notebook, opening it from the back. The boy was sitting beside you, as close as possible. While he had lost weight in the last month because of the stress, his grip on your tight was strong.

“Where do we start?” you asked him, looking at the empty whiteness.

“There is a baby in you” Peter said, and you emitted a small chuckle. “What? We have to write things that we know about it, and that’s a good way to start!”

You looked at Peter briefly, and found him smiling. Without you knowing or noticing, it was the first time he did so since your period didn’t appear. The constant guilt and feeling like everything was his fault was present more than ever, and he could count with the fingers of one hand how much sleep he got in a week.

Still, with a small smile on his lips, Peter took the pen and the notebook and wrote down ‘there is a baby in there’. His calligraphy was shaky and, because he wrote too quickly, you could barely understand it. The words flew before you could stop them.

“The baby’s drawings are going to be better than your handwriting” you said, and Peter looked at you.

There was an unsaid question in the air that you still had to ask. May and Peter had picked you up from your house as Peter had promised, and none of you had said nothing about the abortion. You knew Peter was giving you time to think about it, and that he was respect whatever you did. His eyes shone with a special light, as if he was hoping that to see those first drawings.

Before you could say anything about it, Peter turned back to the notebook and put the final dot.

“I’ve got the second one” you took back the pen and wrote with neat handwriting the second fact.

The baby is going to be born

That time, you did notice how Peter did something he hadn’t done for a long time. Reaching forwards the small space in between, he pressed his lips against the corner of yours and emitted some low, happy noise, already writing number three on the notebook.

4. Working through it.

Something that had always differentiated you from Peter, and probably the reason why you didn’t date sooner, was because of your ‘high-school status’. While you were the cheerleaders captain, Peter spent his extra time in the Academic team and in the robotics lab. It was never a problem for your relationship, but the truth was you were used to hanging out with the popular group. And now, the cheerleaders team turned their faces when you walked past them and the football team had kicked you out.

No one said anything in the halls and the teachers didn’t show any particular interest on you. But they all talked about it and gossiped about the head of the cheerleaders, the nerd of the robotics club and the pregnancy.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to” Peter talked with his head in the locker, while you waited besides him. “We can meet other time, or not at all. They will understand, and –“

“It’s your house, Pete” you repeated once more. “Just because I’m there now it doesn’t mean you can’t make your life”

“Yeah, but I want you to feel as comfortable as possible” he handed you a book and kept going. “We can still have the house for us tonight”

“Don’t get me wrong, but that’s the last thing I want, considering how it ended last time”

You were past the point of avoiding the topic, and Peter got his head out of the locker with a big, radiant smile. Not knowing why, you took a step towards him and locked your lips briefly. He looked at you surprised and blushed, as if the small bulge wasn’t enough prove that you were dating.

“Come on, we’re going late”

The rest of the day passed by Peter’s side, still not willing to leave him for just a moment. Peter insisted that you weren’t clingy at all, but you were sure he would agree whatever you told him

At gym class, you sat on the benches and watched some of the boys play basketball and football. It was the last period of the day, and the teacher hadn’t appeared; so they had told you to stay in the gym until the bell rang. There were group of teenagers sitting on the benches behind you, all of them laughing and talking happily. Peter had gone change and you had thought it was a little too much following him there too, so you were waiting sitting alone.

In moments like that, when you didn’t feel Peter beside you, were when you felt the weight of the pregnancy. You missed your parents and your friends, or just having someone to talk who wasn’t obligated by it because of carrying his baby – which wasn’t the truth, but it still stung.

“You look like a baby duckling waiting for his mommy”

You turned around and saw the brown haired girl Peter had told you about. There was a shy looking boy behind her, who you recognized as Ned. Ned and MJ, Peter’s best friends who were coming tonight for a movie marathon. You smiled at her, not knowing what to say. And trying not to show it was the first time someone outside that apartment talked to you.

“If you give him too much attention, he’ll start believing he has power over you” MJ said as she sat a few inches away from you. You forced yourself not to shift farther. “Women can sustain themselves and don’t depend on men”

“I don’t… depend on him” you said, not as strongly as you wanted. “And Peter doesn’t, uh, do that”

“Emotional attachments are dispensable”

“But –“

“What she’s trying to say” Ned appeared on your other side, and suddenly you weren’t alone anymore. “Is ‘hi, we’re Peter’s friends’”

“No, I didn’t want to say that”

“And we wanted to talk to you before tonight” Ned ignored MJ. “Without Peter, which is quite hard since he won’t leave you alone.”

Maybe Peter was as clingy to you as you were to him, but you didn’t mind. There was a second of silence where you really thought the conversation was heading southwards. You remembered the shouts of the cheerleaders when you told them and the whispers and not so discreet questions in the bathroom the first days, until May screamed at the principal and he talked some sense into the students.

MJ was the one who broke the silence, not batting an eye or even looking at you; and you got the impression, that she did that with everyone. Feeling normal and not ‘special’ was something you missed.

“Ned here wanted to ask you if you were really okay with tonight, because he has been stressing over it the whole day” said boy emitted an offended noise before she continued. “And I just wanted to say that we can leave them to it and go commit some vandalism before you’re too ahead of your pregnancy. To become friends”

Something about the way she said all of that without looking bothered, and how Ned fell into a stuttering of offended talking and apologise made you break into a loud laugh. That was how Peter found you when he rushed out of the locker room with his shirt half put, laughing with Ned while MJ smiled at him.

5. Hope

Peter always accompanied you to the doctor’s visits, and once he had brought Ned with him because – you still didn’t know. It didn’t matter if you were young and immature, Peter picked up the responsibility from the first moment.

That was why it was so hard for him say no to one of your visits. The Decathlon team had their annual competition in Albany, and they wanted to spend the weekend there. Peter had said no, but May and you had pushed him literally into the bus and thrown his bag to Ned. He had called you before and after the doctor’s visit, and you had barely contained your excitement. Because what you knew was better to say in person, not by a videocall with Ned and MJ interrupting.

The moment came when you were laying on your new bed, Peter’s old one, and Peter on his own, the top bunker. He was reading some book for the modern literature and you were waiting for him to come down, just to see his face. He jumped down to take a glass of water when you threw at him what you had been hiding behind you.

“Ow!” Peter cried out the package hit him. You had grown used to see him with wide clothes and comfy slippers, and to see how he always put his guard down around the apartment. “What was that for?!”

“Just open it, dummy”

“What is it?” Peter took the fallen box and frowned. “It doesn’t weight”

“Which shows that you’re a drama queen” you smiled at him, your arms around your mid swollen belly. “Come one, open it”

“It’s not my birthday” he tried again, ripping the envelope slowly. “Is this an apologize gift for breaking the toaster?”

“We both know you broke it”

“No proofs, just doubts and you being the last one to use it”

“Yet you’re the one who tries to put weird food in there”

“I don’t –“

He stopped talking the moment the envelop fell to the ground, and a small t-shirt appeared. It was a cheesy way to tell him that you were having a baby girl, considering that you still didn’t know if you would give her up for adoption. But when talking about the baby, she would no longer be an ‘it’ but a ‘she’.

The shirt had written ‘daddy’s girl’ in red letters, and it was so small that it fit in Peter’s palm. You felt as if it was your own moment of being a teenager, telling him like one of those videos you were addicted to. Although it them, the parents usually were happy or surprised. Not like Peter was, just looking at the t-shirt.

“I thought about, naming her Mary” you added. “After your mother”

He could be quite slow when he wanted to, so you waited until he finally looked up. There were tears on his eyes and cheeks, some of them falling already to the ground and accompanied with a big smile. He didn’t even made it to the bed; just knelt in between and hugged you from the ground, cries filling the room.

6. Happiness.

All the steps mixed together when the last one came. It was the middle of April when Mary Parker decided it was time to see the world. You were taking your classes from home, and Ned, MJ and Peter were an extension to your body. The pair of friends were always at the apartment, and May didn’t have the heart to tell them to go when they all looked so excited.

The day of her birth all of you were having dinner in the small kitchen. May had made what she said was the best spicy food to make someone give birth, and Ned and MJ were spending the night because it was Friday. Peter was seated on your right, talking to his aunt when you felt the first weird pain; and from then, it went all downhill.

“Just breath”

“I know how to breath”

“Well – breath slower! You’re hyperventilating!”

“Don’t tell me what to do!”

“I’m not –“

Peter was cut off with a loud scream from you, as you closed your eyes tightly and tried to do what the doctor said. You were indeed breathing too quickly, and Peter was panicking too much. Even May wasn’t much help, being a nurse and all.

The delivery room was as plain as possible, with just a small bed, a big window that had the curtains drawn and a chair for the plus one to sit on. There hadn’t been a chance, because as soon as you had put a foot on the hospital Mary decided that she was as impatient as her daddy, and wanted out now. You had thought you would have to give birth in a taxi, since May had left her car on the hospital.

Another scream tore the room and Peter shouted at May that no, he wasn’t panicking and that he was breathing fine. There were too many shouting and stress, and you felt like passing out. Films didn’t do justice to real life delivering.

“It’s almost over, sweety” one nurse told you, brushing her hand through your forehead. “You’re being really brave, just a few more push”

“I don’t feel brave” you broke down in sobs suddenly, making Peter’s eyes go wide. “I’m just sixteen, I don’t want to be brave. I want – I want – I don’t know!”

“Hey” Peter was suddenly all you could see. He was paler than usually, sweat running down his face. “You don’t have to be brave alone”

Your problems didn’t solve with those words, neither did the pain stop. But once, May had told you that there is a feeling of power that only comes with the family. You took strength out of something you didn’t know you have and pushed once more in the mildly lighted up room. The doctor screamed something at one of the nurses, and movement came to life. Everyone was doing something or talking, no one was still.

Just you, Peter by your side and the small, high-pitched scream that changed the tune of the room. May appeared too, with a blanket that couldn’t hold anything because was too small. She left it on your lap, and you thought she was just making sure it was too cold. Before you could say anything, the blanket moved, and bright blue-baby eyes were staring at you.

There were just an inch long, not even there in a face that was as big as your fist tight closed. Her whole body wasn’t much bigger that your head, and when she opened her mouth, it seemed she was swallowing herself.

“Mary” Peter called out of her. The baby didn’t reacted, just kept screaming and announcing her presence into the world. “Mary Y/L/N”

Not able to tear your eyes away from her face, you almost didn’t notice the change of the name. Still, you muttered a soft ‘what’ that was enough for Peter to explain.

“MJ is totally against the baby receiving the dad’s first name, because it’s the woman who gives birth to them” Peter said, time stopped. “And I couldn’t agree more, she has to have the last name of the bravest person of the world”

The first time you learned about the pregnancy, you couldn’t talk because someone squeezed your throat so hard that made you dizzy. And now, it was free and you could breathe again. There were no second thoughts about what you would do with Mary Y/L/N Parker as you held her close that night.

Eventually, everyone left and the baby was cleaned. The doctor let you hold her while the sun rose, Peter laying too in the small bed and Mary in between. She had fallen asleep somewhere in between, and she didn’t get to see her first sunrise. Neither did you or Peter, who didn’t tear your eyes away.

You may have been sixteen, might have thought about getting rid of the baby and your life had been turned upside down. But you hadn’t been more sure of anything before, that you loved that baby and Peter Benjamin Parker to death.

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Book recommendations based on your Hogwarts house!

A/N I’ve been watching a lot of these videos on youtube and it inspired me to make this post! I hope you enjoy. I love Harry Potter and the fandom but just to be clear I don’t support J.K Rowling and her trans/homophobic statements and the fact that she is ruining the series by adding more to it.

Ravenclaw house 💙🦅(my house)

The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown

This book just screams Ravenclaw to me. The cults, the science, the research, the history, the small facts on the Smithsonian... literally everyting except the characters themselves and the plot is real. There is so much knowledge to be gained from reading this book and the plot is thick and exciting.

Strange the Dreamer duology by Laini Taylor

Another book that screams Ravenclaw... Strange the Dreamer and the world and the culture is so thick and is presented in lyrical and intelligent word play that any self respecting Ravenclaw should definitely give this book a try. You will not be disappointed! I know I wasn’t! The main character (Lazlo Strange) is also a Ravenclaw so that is always a perk.

This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

This book is like a well thought out chess game. The writing styles that the two authors develop is addicting and the letters going back and forth between the two character is so intriguing. There so much strategy and wit in this book that I had to put it on this list for Ravenclaw.

Wendy Darling by Colleen Oarkes

I love this book so much. I think it’s a book that is worthy of Ravenclaw just because of it’s creativity and the twist that Colleen Oakes put on Peter Pan. I think sometimes we forget that it isn’t just wit, wisdom, and knowledge (although this book is definitely witty and has some wise messages) that Ravenclaws value but also creativity.

Bonus book: Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll. This book is the most Ravenclaw book ever. Need I say more.

Gryffindor ❤️🦁

Lore by Alexandria Bracken

The plot is tense, most of the characers are Gryffindors, book praises bravery, cowardice is something that is punishable ad frowed upon... the list goes on and on. Lore is filled with high stakes and brave acts that Gryffindor’s will admire.

Legendborn by Tracy Deonn

It was so hard to put one of my all time favorite books in here just solely because it’s not my house (that was not a dig on Gryffindor please don’t attack me). Bree is such a Gryffindor and does so many of the things I can see the golden trio doing. High stakes, daring acts, Gryffindor cast, a Griffindor x Griffindor relationship, perfect for any Gryffindor looking for a book full of twist and turns and bravery.

The City we Became by N.K Jemisin

This one gives me Gryffindor vibes for the same reasons the other ones do (thrills, daring acts, Gryffindor characters etc). Except for one thing. This book could have easily been placed into Slytherin since the main character uses his cunning to change his identity according to what city he is in at the moment. But I put this book here because I think it shows how Gryffindor and Slytherin are two sides of the same coin.

Raft by S.A Bodeen

This one was a bit of stretch. Raft is a bit of a unpopular book, I’ve seen people say it was just meh, or bad. I actually really enjoyed this book though and I think how the main character (Robie) deals with being stranded and jumping out of a plane to survive gives me Gryffindor feels. I also think Gryffindors are the kind of people to enjoy a good survival book.

Bonus: The Hunger Games

Slytherin 💚🐍

Vicious duology by V.E Schwab

Most (if not all) of the characters in this book are so cunning and ambitious and determined to meet their goal that makes it such a Slytherin book. Vicious also makes you question morality and the characters motivations that Slytherins will appreciate this book even more because of it. Bonus: V.E Schwab is a Slytherin. Just saying.

The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern

I don’t know what about this book makes me think “Slytherin” but it does. Maybe it’s because it’s about using magic in a cunning way to win, the characters, the main characters mentors (although I think they are both definitely Slytherins). But this book screams Slytherin to me, just for unknown reasons.

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

I don’t really think I need to explain why this is a Slytherin read so I’ll just put one character name: Kaz Brekker. Kaz is such a Slytherin. He uses cuning and resourcefulless to pull off crazy heists, blackmail people and get what he wants to survive a gang ridden city. And he he put up a calm face even though he may be freaking out on the inside through everything, never revealing his full plan. I feel like these are all such Slytherin things to do, not gonna lie.

Ash Princess by Laura Sebastian

Oh boy, I could right pages and pages on why I think this is a Slytherin book but I’ll stick to a mini paragraph. The “Ash Princess”, Theodosia, uses cunning and strategy to take back her kingdom. She manipulates to get close to certain people to achieve her goal. And even though she doesn’t necessarily think that these are good things to do, she recognizes taking her kingdom back and acheiving her goal is more important. Sound like a certain house?

Bonus: Son of a Witch by Gregory Maguire (So many Slytherin vibes in this book)

Hufflepuff 💛🌿🦡 (I had to put a plant just as a nod to the Hufflepuff common room)

Dash and Lily’s Book of Dares by Rachel

This. Book. Is. So. Cute. I didn’t put this in here just because it was cute though, after reading it, it gave me so many feels and Hufflepuff vibes that I had to put it here.

Sarah’s Key by Tatiana de Rosnay

Just going to say this: Hufflepuffs are great finders. This whole book centers around a girl finding her brother. She shows loyalty because she travels around the world to find him. Does that seem extrememly Hufflepuff-y or is it just me?

Guardians of Childhood series by William Joyce

Hear me out, every Hufflepuff has an inner child as well as a badass inside them, they aren’t all soft (Tonks is proof). The guardians are protectors of children (as the title indicates) but they also kick butt. I think Hufflepuff’s of all ages will enjoy it, and yeah it’s a kids book but to quote C.S Lewis; “someday you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again”.

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Ok though, but Pride and Prejudice could fit everywhere on here. Lizzie is a Raveclaw, Mr. Darcy is a Hufflepuff, Mrs. Bennet is a Gryffindor (she gives me Mrs. Weaseley vibes. Especially in the 2005 movie), etc. But I’m putting it here because it’s such a Hufflepuff thing to ship Mr. Darcy and Lizzie (seriously though every Hufflepuff I’ve met say that this is their OTP). Just read it and watch as it become your OTP too.

Bonus: Peter and the Starcatchers by Dave Barry and Ridley Pearson

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hola mamakeishas <3 could you maybe do a lil something of reader painting peter’s nails because he thinks it looks cute on them so he wants to try and he ends up loving them and even shows may, ned and mj 🥺 idk like just thinking abt it makes me go 🥺🥺🥺

AHH this is literally so cute i got excited to write it omg :,)

you’re hanging out at your place, just watching youtube and cuddling. you have your head resting against peter’s and an arm halfway around him. peter looks down at your hand on his stomach. he always thinks it’s so cool when you show up somewhere with a new color on your nails. he wishes he knew how to do it.

“y/n?” peter asks quietly, you pausing the drama channel video. you move your head to his shoulder so you can look up at him. “what’s up?” “i really like this color.” he runs the tip of his pointer finger over each of your pink nails. a smile pulls at your lips. “thanks. i just bought it the other day.” “what other ones do you have?” he intertwines his fingers with yours. “the whole rainbow, babe.”

peter scoffs, but he’s smiling. you let go of his hand and poke at his chest. “why? do you wanna borrow one for may or something?” he shrugs his shoulders. “i kinda wanted to try it out, actually.” your mouth falls open in surprise. a good surprise. you sit up and grab peter’s arms. “seriously?” nodding, he lets you pull him up. “seriously.” “i can do it for you right now.” you hop off your bed and start looking through all your nail polishes. peter joins you with a chuckle. “let’s get into it, mr. parker.”

he ends up choosing a light blue. you wanted to do some nails red because spidey pride, but it was “way too obvious, babe.” you have him sit at your desk while you paint his nails. he feels bad because he doesn’t want you to stand there forever, but you wink and promise you can work fast. you finish your youtube video and get a few thank you kisses from peter while his first coat dries. he’s getting impatient by the second one, and you almost have to hold him down so he doesn’t smudge anything.

the final product is worth the struggle at the end. “i love this so much. can you teach me how to do it sometime?” you hold his hand up and press a kiss to the back of it as a joke. “i’ll even buy you your own nail polish.”

right when peter gets home, he shows off his nails to may. he tells her all about how you did it and that he’s gonna learn soon. she ruffles his hair and says he should give her a manicure after he does.

he’s holding his hand out for ned and mj when you get to school the next day. they’re both huddled around him at his locker. mj congratulates him on not having toxic masculinity, which he doesn’t one hundred percent know what that means. ned goes on about how sick it looks. you’re pretty sure he’ll be coming to you to get his nails done next.

you might have started a little bit of a trend.

#tom holland #peter parker #tom holland smut #tom holland fluff #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine

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tagged by @leonzhng thanks for making me dig through my most embarrassing crushes 😭✋

i’ll tag @highwarlockkareena @yibobibo @lan-xichens @purplexedhuman @aheartfullofjolllly @lanzhansmiles @nyx4 i feel like i tag you guys in everything i am so sorry please ignore this if u don’t wanna do it !!

putting this under a read more for reasons

MEN 2010 – 2016

literally nothing more embarrassing than falling on the same type of white man over and over again (with the exception of minho from shinee bless his heart)

tommy joe ratliff → he was the bass player for adam lambert during his glamnation era (think of songs like for your entertainment and if i had you) idk why exactly i liked him so much but i just did.... however i searched him up again quite recently and found out he’s one of those republicans that says the dumbest shit on twitter so Big Yikes

harry styles → “baby you light up my world like nobody else, the way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed, and when you smile at the ground it ain’t hard to tell...” and BOOM 13-year-old me was sold for well over two years

louis tomlinson → basically i liked harry most until around 2013 when for some reason i started to like him a little less, and i got more focused on louis tomlinson, and although i didn’t like one direction anymore louis tomlinson always had a special place in my heart

ashton irwin → so ashton is 5sos’ drummer, i discovered 5sos through one direction & i stanned them until late 2014

harries twins → the harries twins (jack & finn) are basically the reason i started spending a lot of time on youtube, they were funny and pretty and they just had good videos in general, so for almost two years i’d watch their content regularly

choi minho → my first steps into kpop happened bc i was watching videos on youtube (most probably the harries twins) and suddenly i saw the sherlock mv in my recommended videos so i clicked on it and then 14-year-old me proceeded to fall for minho like an idiot

brooks twins → still youtubers, the brooks twins were 3/5 of the janoskians (jai & luke brooks, beau brooks, daniel sahyounie, & james yammouni), an australian youtube comedy group that was active from 2011-2018 though i was only around from 2012-2014 (when jai brooks was dating ariana grande)

jc caylen → surprise! another youtuber! jc caylen was part of o2l (our2ndlife) a youtube collaboration channel on which each of the 6 members posted videos on a certain day in the week (mondays with connor, tuesdays with ricky, wednesdays with sam, thursdays with jc, fridays with trevi (my 2nd favorite member bc she participated on the x factor), saturdays with ricardo, and then they had surprise sundays every week) and i remember how much joy jc & the others always brought me with their silly videos

misha collins → up next, you might know him as the gay angel that was sent to superhell after confessing his love to the homophobic hunter on supernatural, it’s misha collins! basically misha was a huge source of comfort for me, and i even went around calling myself emmisha for almost two full years (cringe)

henrik holm → he played even bech naesheim in skam and my crush on him reached that level of ridiculousness where i actually tried my hand at learning norwegian (i can only remember how to introduce myself and some curse words i would make a great first impression on him)

MEN 2016 – 2021

min yoongi → okay so my baby steps into kpop happened through shinee’s sherlock, but i only got really invested when yoongi dropped agust d 1 because Holy Fuck y’know??

kim namjoon → oh man i remember thinking namjoon was cute and a very good leader and then BAM he dressed like THAT at the 2016 mma’s and i fell in love. hard

park seojoon → i started liking park seojoon whilst i was watching hwarang (you guessed it, i watched it bc of taehyung), although he wasn’t my favorite character by far, but he was very silly off camera & i liked that (i’m not that into him anymore tho </3)

kim seokjin → OH BOY LET ME TELL U i liked seokjin from the very beginning (i got to know bts in late 2014) and i always liked seeing him perform and be himself and god once i realized i had a crush on him it just hit me like a mf truck, and he’s still one of my favorite people to this day

jung hoseok → god fake love era hoseok really hits different.... also yes i know i have all of bts’ hyung line on my list BUT bts was a really big part of my life for almost 6 years soooo honestly they deserve it i still think they’re great guys

choi san → when ateez made their debut in 2018 i immediately fell in love with san, he was such an amazing dancer and he captivated me right from the very beginning, to this day he’s still my bias in ateez uwu

xiao zhan → AND THEN, OCTOBER OF 2019 HAPPENS AND I WATCH CQL AND... i fall in love with xiao zhan, something i’d never expected would happen bc when i watched cql for the first time i wasn’t as invested in the story, but i really really really liked xiao zhan and one thing led to another and now here i am as a xfx

wang yibo → the thing is, i’ve known yibo since eoeo except i didn’t know cql yibo was uniq yibo (bc i’d forgotten his name) and when i looked it up i can tell you my jaw dropped to the floor bc holy shit????? also he is very silly and i love him loads ok

lee minho → ah, the man who has been my skz bias since 2018, not only is minho my bias i also kin him (there’s a lot of aspects of myself that i see in minho and vice versa) and he’s very comforting to me

bang chan → honestly, it was only a matter of time before i’d fall for bang chan, i knew the moment i got into skz again that i’d start biasing him and, well, here i am, double biasing chan & minho

WOMEN

this list is shorter bc i’ve in general always had less crushes on women than on men??? blame society forcing me into thinking i was straight for a LONG time

ariana grande → remember the 2011 layout of twitter?? where u could not only have an icon and a header, but also a background and ur twitter page was smack in the center of ur screen with the big ugly menu bar at the top??? yeah ariana grande was always my background for my l*rr* st*l*n*s*n layouts

perrie edwards → this was right around the time she was dating zayn & little mix was breaking out into the spotlight, yeah i just really loved her

andrea russett → okay so remember o2l?? andrea russett was kian’s girlfriend for a pretty long time and they always did videos together and i always thought she was super pretty

lily collins → maybe i don’t like clary in tmi all that much but i sure liked the way lily collins looked

alona tal → MY BISEXUAL AWAKENING, it’s only when i saw alona tal in spn that i realized, fuck i might be gay

park jihyo → i discovered twice (my 2nd jype group after day6) through the like ooh-ahh mv and red-haired jihyo really did something to my heart (i just rewatched it and god zombie bang chan is so mf cute)

kim jisoo → when bp made their square two comeback i was immediately smitten for red-haired jisoo in playing with fire, it’s also when i realized she was my bias out of the four members

shin ryujin → the reason that i have blue hair is partially bc of ryujin and her amazing intro in wannabe :D

xuan lu → her portrayal of jiang yanli was SO ON POINT and she’s just such a kindhearted wonderful person wow i want her hand in marriage

lee yoobin → god i’ve known dreamcatcher from back when they were still called minx and ever since i’ve always looked at dami that bit more than the rest, i was also able to see dreamcatcher live in october of 2019 and the whole experience was just so amazing !!

FICTIONAL CHARACTERS

there’s a whole lot more than just these 10 but i wanted to fit the evolution into one (1) slide as best as i could lmao

peter pan → this movie came out in 2003 (?) and he’s honestly the first fictional character i remember ever having a crush on

legolas → i was really doubting between placing haldir or legolas here but i only really got a vague haldir obsession when i was like 14

zuko → LOOK. ZUKO IN ATLA? HOT. ZUKO IN LOK? HOT EVEN IF HE’S AN OLD MAN.

will turner → man was annoying sometimes but i really liked him and his relationship with elizabeth was cute

jo harvelle → gosh i can’t believe she’s the only female character in here???? yeah she was one of my two spn faves and i’ll never forgive the screenwriters for the way they killed her off

castiel → does your fave ever get sent to super hell for being gay? no? well. mine did

kili → fili and kili’s storyline tore my heart out, spit on it, and then laughed straight in my face, KILI WAS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE DWARF

howl → i only watched this movie for the first time in 2020 so i kinda fucked up the tl cause i watched cql in 2019 but shh, anyways howl with his blonde hair was good looking but howl with his black hair just hits differently. i want a howl

lan jingyi → MY BABY BOY, TINIE LITTLE BABIE WHOMST I MUST PROTECT ok no but seriously this kid. i love him a lot

mu qing → BARK BARK. that’s all (that’s not all i love him a whole lot and it hurts me to see so many people misunderstand his character and only see the bad parts of him when they can forgive others for fucking up (eg. xie lian himself & feng xin) but bc mu qing doesn’t deal well with emotions suddenly he’s the bad guy??? i s2g if ppl are gonna do to him what they did to jiang cheng in the tgcf la i will RIOT)

#thanks for the tag hanyi my hands hurt now </3 #tag game

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internship (hc) | p.p.

summary: tony stark not only helped in bringing together a group of people to protect earth, but also in sparking young love

warnings: i love this one very cute very fun i think i cussed once? idk

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- we all know peter parker has (had????) an "internship" with tony sTaNk

- but, despite that being fake, tony does actually have an internship program

- and, luckily for you, you're one of tony's most prized interns

- the moment he looked at your resume he knew you'd be a perfect fit

- your extremely rare high level of intellect shocked him

- in fact, you were almost even smarter than the man

- the two of you bonded right away

- at this point you were able to lounge around avenger hq in sweats and no makeup

- one day tony asked you to help him on his new project

- you said yes, ofc

- much to your surprise, this project was spider-man's new suit

- of course you'd seen videos of the web-slinger on youtube (who hadn't?)

- so obviously this project made you very excited

- you got to work right away, coming to the hq everyday after school

- you and tony were extremely proud of the final product

- he asked you to program the AI for the suit (soon-to-be karen!!!!!!!)

- and that was the first time peter saw you

- you were sat on the ground, legs crossed, holograms in the air as you worked

- too focused on your work, you hadn't noticed a certain boy in the doorway

- tony was giving him the rundown on the germany trip while showing him around the place, but peter got sidetracked when he saw you in the office

- the boy stopped dead in his tracks, focus honing in on you

- luckily for you, you had put on some mascara that day

- but you were still donned in some of your best sweatpants and an old shirt from school that was way too big for you

- yet, peter parker being peter parker, couldn't help but be starstruck (STARKstruck???) when he saw you

- well, every girl in the world was gorgeous to him, for goodness sakes

- but something about you caught him off guard

- "mr. stark, who's that?" peter whispered

- an all-too-knowing smirk grew on tony's face

- "y/n!" he called - your head shot up from the holograms and towards the door, where you made immediate eye contact with peter

- it wasn't long before a small blush grew on your face

- as much as you hated to admit it, you couldn't look at a boy (or girl, too, if you're bi or anything!) anymore without mentally rating their appearance - this is what being single your entire life does to a person

- needless to say, peter parker was HIGH on the list of attractiveness

- you quickly averted your gaze to tony, grin still tugging on his lips

- "yeah?"

- "this is peter." tony responds, gesturing towards the boy

- "h-hi," peter awkwardly blurts, giving a slight wave

- "hey," you reply, maybe a bit too bReAtHlEsSlY

- a few awkward seconds pass before you give the two a slight nod and get back to your work

- tony begins walking away, dragging peter along with him

- peter hurls series of questions about you at the man, which only made tony's smirk grow

- the two of you began to have more and more awkward encounters at the tower

- most of the time, you'd be working and he'd walk by, seeing you either by coincidence or on purpose

- but sometimes you would just be lounging in the living area, stuffing pizza in your mouth as you watched harry potter

- your levels of nonchalance made peter begin to question if you were mr. stark's secret daughter

- but no one needed to know he wondered that

- the more the two of you saw each other, the more you were on each other's minds

- the small "hey"s began to turn into conversations

- the first real conversation was started by peter (which was only possible through a rare burst of confidence)

- it started with the usual "hey"s

- and then peter asked about your internship

- he saw the way your eyes lighted up when he asked the question and it made him feel warm

- the conversation sparked into more:

- "what about you?"

- "what do you mean.. what about me?" peter asked

- "why do i see you here so often?"

- "oh. uh, also... intern... ship."

- the boys heartbeat began to quicken as you raised an eyebrow at him

- "why are you looking at me like that?"

- "nothing," you smile

- the two of you talk about school and life and stuff

- after peter bids you an awkward goodbye (he has to go train to do spider things!!) he begins to make his way out of the room

- "bye, spider-man," you yell

- peter whirls around, panic present on his face

- "how did you-?"

- "i'm not an idiot, parker."

- it didn't take your genius brain to connect all the dots (especially cause sometimes when you saw him it would be right after he finished training and he'd be all sweaty?????? which made you forget how to breath just a lil??)

- the two of you began holding actual conversations more and more

- you find yourself watching videos of spider-man swinging throughout the city

- the two of you stalk each other on insta, both marveled by the pictures the other posts

- eventually you say yolo and just follow him

- he follows you back literally like two seconds later

- during one of your run-ins at hq he gets all flustered

- "you okay?"

- "yeah," peter breathes, "uh, could i, uh, if you're okay with it, could i-"

- "dude."

- "sorry. could i please get your number please?"

- a small smile grows on your face before you reach out a hand, the boy hurriedly grabbing his phone and practically shoving it at you

- you type your name in with a little smiley face and then send yourself a quick "hey"

- you found yourself giddily smiling for a solid few minutes after he left

- one day you find yourself scheming on a way to get peter over to the tower (you were bored as heck; you'd already finished your work)

- then you got an idea

- peter was over mere minutes after you texted him

- he rings the buzzer and you tell F.R.I.D.A.Y. to let him in

- "hey," he greets, breathless from the speed at which he hurried over to the tower

- "tony said i need to start doing checkups on your suit every once and a while," you say, silently thanking your acting skills

- "oh," peter nods, "okay"

- he follows you down to the lab, mask still in hand and suit flush on his body

- you reach one of the large tables, stopping and sucking in a breath before giving him a slightly expectant look

- "i.." you hesitate, "i'm gonna need your..."

-"oh!" peter says with realization

- and then realization hit again

- "uh.. i don't have any other clothes..."

- your face burns bright red before you open your mouth again

- "okay um.. either you're gonna have to hide in the bathroom until i'm done or we try to do it with you still inside the suit... it's just that there'd be a lot of touching if you choose that.." you ebb off at the end of your sentence, chewing on the inside of your lip

- peter immediately gets flustered

- "uh, we can just.. try it... with the suit on........?"

- you nod, taking a nervous step towards him and beginning to mentally berate yourself for not entirely thinking this through

- peter takes a shaky inhale and accidentally takes in the scent of your perfume

- which makes him begin to freak out a little

- you lay a wary hand on him and peter swears he's going to faint

- the two of you had never touched and peter already had a bit too huge of a crush on you

- so this was a lot for him

- and his heightened senses didn't help

- you carefully (and very awkwardly) press the spider in the middle of his chest - peter starts silently praying you can't hear/feel his heartbeat

- the suit loosens and begins to slip off of his shoulders and you gasp slightly, furiously grabbing it and pulling it up

- "sorry," you smile sheepishly

- peter just half-smiles crookedly as he watches you refocus on the suit

- you give him a wary look before reaching in through the neck and wandering your hand towards the center of the suit

- your attempts to not touch him fail

- your hand brushes against his extremely toned stomach

- the breath catches in both of your throats

- yet you somehow continue, the two of you refusing to even dare to look at each other

- to your surprise, you find a wire out of place

- peter watches as your face scrunches up a lil in focus and melts just a little bit

- your fiddling doesn't get the problem fixed and out of frustration, you tug a little bit

- which causes the suit to slip off of his shoulders

- which causes peter's entire top half to become exposed, the only thing holding the suit up being your hands grasping the wires

- a blush spreads on your cheeks like wildfire as you look down to see the waistband of peter's underwear

- a small squeak involuntarily flies out of peter's mouth, making him mentally punch himself

- your flusteredness disappears when you focus your gaze slightly, seeing red and blue figures scattered across the boy's briefs

- a small laugh falls from your lips

- peter wants to run away

- your small laughter turns into a wheeze

- poor petey just stands there awkwardly

- "pete, are those..."

- you can barely breathe as you double over in laughter

- "are those spider-man underwear????"

- the slightest and weariest of smiles begins to creep on the boy's face

- "maybe..?" he says quietly, voice high

- "that's the best thing i've seen all day"

- eventually you focus again and fix his suit, the uncomfortable atmosphere getting replaced by the two of you joking around

- ever since that day the two of you would become a bit more touchy

- also almost forgot to mention that tony was watching the security camera that day and saw e v e r y t h i n g and loved it

- like peter would join you in watching movies after the two of you finished your work at hq

- you'd joke around by stacking your legs on top of each other and kicking each other

- your laughter literally made him so happy

- and you felt the same way about his

- one time you were watching a scary movie (peter intentionally made this happen so you would hopefully want to cuddle)

- a jump scare freaked you the FCK out and you immediately grabbed his hand - even though you cursed yourself, it made peter's day

- probably his whole month

- or life

- every time you got scared, you somehow gravitated closer to the boy, hands still laced together

- by the end of the movie you were curled into him, his arm around you and your head on his shoulder, legs hung over his

- and then the next day you two saw each other and literally pRETENDED THAT NOTHING HAD HAPPENED

- this made the avengers (who had caught onto y'alls chemistry very quickly) quite upset

- the group would tease you two so much kjvhgcjvkl it like wasn't even funny

- when peter discovered his AI (karen!! "hello?? hELLO????") (if you know the exact part i'm talking about i LOVE YOU)

- he immediately thought about you

- "wow, y/n really outdid herself”

- "yes, she did. also, she says hi." the AI responded

- "oh! uhh, i say hi back!"

- (pure angel)

- alright folks now i'm gonna get a little less detailed because i'm past 2000 words at this point and i think we can all tell that i got a bit carried away but let's keep going!

- essentially, the two of you just kept getting closer

- despite the two of you going to different schools, you still had fun lil study parties

- eventually you migrated from the tower and went to each others houses

- peter LOVES your room because it's literally you

- and same goes vice versa

- one day you were walking to the subway to get to the tower after school (beautiful fall afternoon, btw) and peter swung by and scooped you up

- you screamed a little at the beginning but then got used to it and and had fun and just kinda giggled in his ear the rest of the time

- peter began to worry a little as he swung through the city bc he was so enamored by your laughter all he wanted to do was stop on a roof and kiss you

- and then the idea sparked in his head that he could

- he panicked a little because you two were just buildings away from the tower

- and with one huge swing he landed the two of you on some random roof

- you slipped off of him, eyebrows furrowed as you looked around you

- "pete? this isn't the tow-"

- the boy ripped off his mask (which hurt his nose a little if he was being honest) and stepped towards you, quickly pressing his lips against yours and pulling away just as fast

- "holy shit, dude," you whisper after a moment, head spinning

- "holy shit?" he asks nervously

- "holy shit."

- you let out an ungodly snort and wheeze, smiles breaking on both of your faces and you let your head drop, pressing it into peter's chest

- you felt him laugh against you and you realized how happy you were (and lowkey hated how cliche it felt but it's fine)

- when you finally caught your air and pulled your head away, the two of you looked at each other with the most shit-eating, cliche, best-friends-turned-something-more smiles

- after a second, with the most boyish grin that made your heart melt, peter asked,

- "wanna make out?"

- "peter!" + + +

peter parker has my entire heart

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missnxthingg · 5 years ago

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Sleeping Issues| p.p

Summary: Peter is pushing himself hard on his Spider duties and is having trouble with his sleeping. And it’s summer vacation and the reader has a nice way to get him to chill out for a while.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 3.7K

A/N: I wrote this a few weeks ago and just finished it. I got some inspiration while I was at the beach last month and I really hope you like it. Also, I made this gif out of an old video from Harry’s youtube channel. And if you’re gonna use it, please give me the proper credit.

Warnings: If you consider fluff a warning…

Peter was always Spiderman. Always in duty, always taking care of others, but never had time for himself. May was getting worried about her boy, never having a time off with his friends or even a bit to sit down and watch a movie with his aunt anymore. And so it came, summer vacation. Everyone was ready to pack it up and leave for the beach. (Y/N) (Y/L/N) had a beach house in Florida, and even though it was far away, it still is a place where you could chill with your friends. Now that (Y/N) has a licence and a car, her mom let her take a few friends over to the beach house. It wasn’t a big one, so she invited only four of her friends. Ned and Betty didn’t think twice before accepting the invite. MJ didn’t take long to come through it either. The thing is that Peter denied the invite at first, saying that he had a lot of things to do as Spiderman. (Y/N) got really upset, she was really looking forward to spend quality time with her friends, specially Peter, who she’ve known for a very long time and had a slight crush on.

“Come on Pete, you used to love to come with me to Florida. Remember? Ice creams, late night swims, riding bikes and watching as many movies as we could before bed.”

“That sounds amazing, but I really can’t do it, (Y/N). I have duties now.”

She got really upset that he wasn’t going and even went to talk to May about it. Peter wasn’t home, which made their conversation easier. May confessed how worried she was about Peter, and how he hasn’t slept in a long time, and all of those bruises. It was consuming him, and he was getting weaker because of that. He needed a break. So by the time he got home after patrolling, May had already packed his things, and was resting and watching TV with (Y/N).

“(Y/N), what are you doing here?”

“She came earlier and we were waiting for you.” May said, removing her glasses. Peter glanced at the bags by the front door.

“What is that? Are you here because of Florida? I already told you I’m not going.” He pressed the spider on his chest, making the suit go loose.

“Yes, you’re going.” Peter groaned, taking his suit out and leaving it at his bedroom.

“Pete, you’re hurt.” (Y/N) touched his bruises, letting him moan in pain. There were many dark bruises all over his body. She pulled him into the sofa. “C'mere.”

He lied on her lap, and his feet up on May’s lap. He closed his eyes, feeling her fingertips against his cheeks. She stroked his hair and all he wanted was for it to stay this quiet forever, only feeling her. But May had to start talking.

“You have to go Peter. Look at you. You’re a wreck. All you really need is to be with your friends and slow down for a minute.”

“I have spider-work to do.”

“But Pete, I want you to come. Please, I wanna spend some time with you. It will be fun.”

“He doesn’t have to agree, he’s going and that’s it.” Peter groaned one more time and opened his eyes to find help in (Y/N)’s.

“Please. Do this for me.”

He closed his eyes and nodded his head. May jumped of excitement and went to the kitchen to get her nephew a piece of pizza. He sat straight and looked at (Y/N) with the biggest smile on her face.

“Thank you for doing this.” He looked down to the palm of her hand and held it, lacing their fingers together.

“Anything for you, babe.”

May came back with two pieces of pizza and a can of coke. Peter ate the first piece like his life depended on it. He was extremely hungry and that was like heaven sent food.

“(Y/N), you should sleep over. It’s really late for you to go home on your own. If you want, I can call your mom.”

“Pretty please.” Peter asked with puppy eyes, squeezing her hands.

“Okay May. Tell my mom I won’t take long, and for her to leave the car keys at the table.”

May left with her phone on her hands and Peter kept eating his pizza, killing what was killing him. Once he finished, he dragged you to his room and threw you one of his shirts. You’d take the bottom bed, and he’d take the top bed as always. She changed her already comfortable enough outfit to his own shirt and got under the covers.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because I see how tired you are. Maybe a trip to Florida will make you feel better. Your best friends, the hot weather, the beach. It will be so good.”

“I just want to sleep for a while.” He got to his own bed, and she climbed it to keep talking to him.

“I promise I’ll sleep a lot with you there.” He smiled and squeezed her hand.

“I want cuddles.”

“As many as you want to. Now, let’s talk about those bruises.” He turned around and covered his head with a blanket.

“G'night.”

(…)

They woke up pretty early the next day. (Y/N) needed to get gas for the car and they needed to meet with their friends so they could drive off. They met at (Y/N)’s apartment. MJ was the first one to get there, and soon Betty was there with Ned. They loaded the car and got into it. Peter was got the front seat, (Y/N) drove and the rest squeezed themselves at the back seat.

It was a long drive and they took pretty much all day to get there. But once you were there, you could all finally settle down and enjoy. The house was clean and (Y/N) knew that her grandmother, who was there last week, left it clean for her. There were two bedrooms, so they divided in boys and girls. It was already past midnight, but they didn’t seem like they wanted to sleep. So they prepared sandwiches to eat and sat in front of TV to watch some movie. It didn’t take long until Peter searched for (Y/N)’s lap, to do the same they used to do when they were really young. He still remembers when Mrs. (Y/L/N) gave him those sandwiches and he would watch anything on TV with her whole family, and one night he even fell asleep on her chest. They were 10, and that was the day he found out that he loves to cuddle with her.

“You two are so cute together.” Betty said before sitting right next to Ned. They both blushed, but (Y/N) held him tighter, making him relax. They didn’t reply, it was better this way.

MJ was the first to give up and go to bed. Betty took a bit longer and soon (Y/N) joined them. Peter and Ned let the movie finish, and so Ned went to bed. Peter remained there for a while more. He wasn’t used to go to bed anytime early and it was going to take a while until he got some sleep, but eventually he went to bed.

They all woke up pretty late, but there was someone missing. Peter still was soundly asleep in bed. Ned let him sleep for a bit more, but after it passed noon, they all got pretty worried. (Y/N) went to check on him, finding him between many covers, still asleep. She sat next to him, running her fingers through his back.

“Hey Pete, it’s pretty late, are you okay?”

“Uhm… I’m fine, come cuddle.” He pulled her into him and she laughed a bit. “I’m too tired to get up.”

“Come on, let’s go for a bike ride with me. They all wanna go to the beach but I want to do it first”

“You can go, (Y/N). I’m just sleeping for a quite few more minutes.”

“No, you’re going.” She pushed him to sit up in bed and MJ curved her body into the room.

“Get up loser, we’re going to the beach.” Peter groaned and massaged his own shoulders.

“Baby, are you sore?” (Y/N) asked, using the pet name he loved to hear coming out of her mouth.

“Yeah, a little bit.” She reached her fingers on to his shoulders, massaging them, feeling him go less tense than before. He loves when she calls him with sweet names. “Thank you.”

“At what time did you go to bed last night?” He didn’t want to answer it, so he kept quiet for a long time until she pressed her fingers a little bit harder.

“3 in the morning.” She shook her head, disapproving it.

“Pete, we talked about this. You need to get more sleep. This whole thing was supposed to help you relax.”

“I’m trying, I really am. It’s just… Hard.”

She stopped and kissed his cheek. He turned and buried his face on her chest. She prayed to every God there is that he couldn’t hear how fast her heart was beating out of her chest. But of course he did, like he always did. Sometimes, he could even feel his heart sync up with hers.

“Let’s go take our bikes, okay? Maybe a ride will make you feel more relaxed.”

They all got dressed up to go to the beach. They didn’t have many bikes, so Betty and Ned went walking ahead to the beach with all of their stuff, and the rest decided to go for a ride, not caring if the beach was only across the street, they could get there later. MJ was faster and she got way beyond them all, and Peter went slowly, taking advantage to admire the pretty view, a familiar one, just like he did when he was little. (Y/N) did the same, remembering how good it was to hang with him in Florida. They competed to see who was winning the race, but Peter would always let her win, not being quite different this time. Once they decided to return, MJ slowed down and they came back talking about old stories about that town, making MJ laugh a lot of how idiot they were. It didn’t take long to find themselves back at the beach. Ned and Betty were having a romantic time together, and it was over once they all got there. But fun wasn’t over and they spent all day having fun, dancing to pop songs, eating snacks, having sodas and lemonades, swimming at the sea. Peter couldn’t take his eyes off (Y/N), and how perfect she looked like with wet hair, a slight tan and absolutely no makeup on. She caught him staring more than once, and it made both of them blush, a lot. When it got darker, they decided to go back to the house and take a shower.

Dinner was pizza, and it was game night. They played all sorts of things, like board games and even cards. The night was really funny, and they didn’t quite seem to want to leave the table to go to bed. It was almost 2 AM when they decided to go to bed. MJ and Betty were sound asleep in bed and (Y/N) couldn’t get any chance to engage a sleep. So that’s when she heard the front bedroom’s door open up. After a couple of seconds, she decided to follow whoever it was that just left that room, and she knew that the answer would be…

“Peter, what are you doing outside?” She asked opening the front door and talking to him getting down the stairs.

“I can’t sleep.” He said looking up to her and she sat right next to him, hands reaching for his back, running up and down.

“Why is that Pete? Why can’t you just chill out?” He breathed heavily and let his face hide between his hands.

“Ever since the snap, I keep thinking that if I don’t do my part to keep the little things in order, everything can eventually be in danger again. And with that I push myself so hard that sometimes I forget to sleep”

“Peter Benjamin Parker, you’re 16. You can’t take all of that pressure to yourself. That will eventually kill you and I can’t sit down and watch it slowly killing my best friend.” He teared up and hide his face in her neck. She pulled him closer into a tight hug, giving some small kisses on the top of his head.

“I’m just so tired. But I can’t get myself to sleep.” She stroked his hair and he slightly pulled away to face her and she wiped a tear away from his cheek. “And once I do fall asleep, I don’t wanna wake up.”

“Come on, let’s go for a walk.” She helped him get up, reaching for his hand. “Pete, it will be fun.”

“Okay.”

They walked slowly through the sidewalk, the breeze cutting their bodies. But it was hot enough for them to not feel so cold. They slowly walked to the beach, and once the cold sand could be felt by their feet, they took out their flip floss and sat on the ground, facing the ocean in front of them.

“I don’t know what I would do without you, really.” He said looking at her while she was looking forward with a smile on her face.

“You know, I haven’t swan while it was dark for a long time.” She said, inhaling the fresh air coming from the ocean. He took his shirt off, leaving it beside him. He got up and stripped down until he was wearing nothing but his boxers.

“Come on.” He said, walking towards the ocean.

“Pete, I’m not wearing a bra and I’m wearing a white shirt.”

“I don’t care about it, I just wanna be with you.”

He kept walking, leaving her behind. She built the courage to get up and take her shorts off and leaving her shirt on, hoping it would still cover something. Peter swan deep, feeling the cold water all over his body. If it wasn’t for the moon, he wouldn’t be able to see what was ahead of him. He tried to shut his mind for a moment, and that way he wasn’t able to see (Y/N) approaching from behind, wrapping her arms around his back and also wrapping her legs around his waist. He smiled and she kissed his temple, feeling him relax on her arms. He turned around to face her and she smiled.

“Don’t look at my breasts, okay?” She said, trying to cover herself.“

"Why?” He furrowed his brows, and she rolled her eyes. He approached and got her arms out of her chest. “They are beautiful.”

“Stop it!” She swam away, and he started to swim too, trying to catch her speed.

They spent a lot of time swimming and floating to watch the sky full on stars and the brightest moon. (Y/N)’s eyes shined under that light, just like her smile. Peter just couldn’t take her eyes off her, staring at her, wondering how kissing her would be like. She caught him staring and approached, knees touching and fingers connecting.

“You know, if you have so many problems sleeping, I think I can help you.”

“How are you gonna do that?”

“First, no coffee Mr. Parker. Only tea, and passion fruit tea can be the best to chill you out. Second, I can sleep with you until you get your sleeping back to normal.”

“You’d do that?” His eyes shined, and he entwined their fingers.

“Anything for you.” He pushed his head back, drowning his hair on the water. Once he was back, he pulled her by the waist into a comfortable hug.

“You know, if you start doing this, I might not be able to let you go again.” She smiled and pushed back to face him, getting some hair out of this face.

“So I’ll do it for the rest of my life.” She connected their foreheads, mixing their breathing, making it heavier.

“Hey.” He said very low, almost in a whisper, dry swallowing. She touched the tip of their noses and chuckling.

“Kiss me.” She said before he could, and in less than one second, their lips were connected.

He always wondered how it would be like. If it would be a intense one, or a cute one. It was very slow, like they weren’t able to go any faster than that. Once he asked for permission with his tongue, he could finally see how she tasted like. He thought it would taste like many things, her cherry lip gloss she always used and once insisted to apply it on him, or maybe like those horrible cinnamon gums that is always kept on her purse. But he never thought it would taste like mint toothpaste. Her lips were smooth, an act of too many lip balm apply. But once they got used to each other lips, they wanted more. Her long fingernails started to stretch the back of his head and she laced her legs around his waist. His hands supported her, running through her tights and ass, squeezing them. She moaned during the kiss and her waist moved in small circles, pushing their cores together while their tongues danced the slowest ballad. Once they needed air, he slowly let her lips go, separating from her while gently biting her bottom lip. She gave him a few more pecks on his lips and he kissed her jaw, leaving a small love bite behind.

“I love you.” She said now looking into his eyes.

“I wanted to say it first.” He said, kissing her again. “I love you too, baby girl.”

“Do you think you can sleep now?”

“Only if you’re there with me.” She smiled, closing her eyes. “I don’t want this to be over… But we should go home.” She kissed him again, a more profound kiss.

“This doesn’t have to be over yet.” He smirked and pulled her to get out of the water.

“C'mon, water’s too cold. Let’s get you home.”

They ran home with their clothes on their hands, trying not to get much cold while soaked with that cold water. Once they were home, they managed to get into their bedrooms to get the things they needed to sleep and some dry clothes. Peter took a shower first and while waiting for her to get out, he prepared two hot cocoas and a small bed on the big couch. When she got out, she cuddled on him, sitting between his legs and she took the cocoa resting while watching one of the Harry Potter movies, but not paying any attention to it, only feeling his arms wrapped around her. When they finished, she got into the position where she was the big spoon. One leg over his, one arm wrapped around him and the other hand stroking his hair.

“It’s just like when we were kids. This couch, movies and cuddling

"Let go baby. You can sleep now, it’s okay. I’m here with you.”

“I love you so much.” and it was the last thing he said.

She felt him relax and his breathing becoming serene. She left a lot of kisses on the top of his head, feeling him fall asleep on her arms, and she let it go quickly, letting tiredness consume her.

The next day, Peter woke up by the absolute clarity in the room. At some point of the night, he turned to face her, and he could clearly see her face. She was so beautiful.

“Oh, if you could only know how much I love you, (Y/N). You would feel my heart aching right now. I dreamt about this moment since I was a little kid, having you in my arms, calling you mine. You have that kind of effect in me. You’re the kind of girl who is always rescuing me. I remember when you were the princess trying to help her pirate prince defeat the big sea dragon. Having you all for me is like a dream that I don’t want to wake up from. You’re the love of my life and I really like you. I just wish you knew.”

“I really like you too.” She replied, opening her eyes.

“You’re awake?” She nodded, caressing his cheek with her thumb.

“You’re the love of my life too. I just didn’t have the right words to tell it to you, because I didn’t want to lose you.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” She rested on the curve of his neck. “By the way, I don’t like you. I love you.”

“I love you too, you idiot.” She kissed his neck. “But you need to take more care of yourself.”

“Only if you help me.”

“Anytime my love.” They kissed again, trying to keep it as quiet as possible, but they were suddenly interrupted.

“Good morning losers.” MJ said running in front of Ned to quickly get in front of him.

“Morning.” They both replied, (Y/N) burying her head on his chest.

“Did you sleep here?” Ned asked and Peter agreed with his head, and left a small peck on (Y/N)’s lips. “What just happened?”

“It was a very long night.”

MJ sat on the chair next to them with a mug on her hands, turning the TV on and resting her feet on the coffee table.

“Yeah, by the way, (Y/N). You’re not very quiet at 3 am.” Betty said getting into the room.

“Sorry.”

“So… Are you guys a thing now?” Ned asked and Peter glanced at her.

“I don’t know, are we?”

“Maybe if you ask me on a proper date, I will consider it."

"Just ask her already!” MJ said without drawing her attention out of the TV.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), would you like to go on a date with me?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” They all laughed and she sat straight, accepting the coffee mug from Betty.

“And will you give me the honour to be your boyfriend?”

“Hmm… Not yet…”

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joostsblog · 5 years ago

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promises and secrets - Peter Parker One Shot

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Description: Peter and you are best friends and a great team, you share every secret, even the biggest one there is. Except, you don’t share one specific secret with Peter, that you are in love with him.

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: No spoilers for any MCU movies. they go to college and Ned is in this for a bit as well. First work writing for Peter Parker! I’m really excited about his one, it’s so cute! I hope you enjoy, let me know your thoughts! if you wanna be tagged in future works of mine, please message me, I write for Tom Holland and Peter Parker! (masterlist is in my bio)

Warnings: a bit of angst, tiny bit of swearing and more use of the phrase what the heck than you have ever experienced in real life.

PROMISES AND SECRETS

You were laying on your stomach on your bed, laptop in front of you. You knew that you could be spending your time right now studying but you were too exhausted from the day, so instead, you were watching videos on YouTube. The wind was ever so slightly blowing through the window you left open for Peter, the air softly moving the white curtain in front of it. Your window was almost always open for your best friend. He was the best best friend you could ever ask for, you knew each other since you both went to the same High School and now you were going to the same College doing the same degree. You shared every single secret, even the biggest one. So when a little bit later Peter slipped through the window to lay beside you on the bed and laugh along to you at the videos playing it was like any other evening. And when Peter later got a call on his phone from Tony Stark you pouted at him for leaving already.

“Promise me, you’ll get enough sleep tonight?”, you asked as Peter was getting up, ready to leave. “And please take care of yourself.”, just like everyone in Peter’s life who knew about his secret, you were always worried about his dangerous double life. But you felt like you were the one that worried about him the most.

“Promise.”, Peter said and pressed a hasty kiss to your forehead before putting his spider-man mask on again and leaving through the window behind the white curtains. Peter’s words ringing in your ear and the exhaustion taking over your body helped you fall asleep sooner than you anticipated.

Surely, when you woke up the next morning you were relieved to see the message from Peter saying got home safe. The phrase “text me when you get home” had taken a whole different meaning between the two of you. With Peter battling dangerous criminals every day and you knowing the secret identity of Spider-man and by that also being a potential target of criminal masterminds.

When you got ready to leave you grabbed your backpack, your study books, your notebook and a few notes you took for Peter during a lecture he missed due to some Avengers business. You and Peter were a great Team. If Ned was Peter’s guy in the chair, helping him get information about important missions, you were Peter’s girl to keep him on the ground. You were the one that always filled him in on everything he missed in lectures, you were the one to help him keep a cool mind when things with College and his superhero life got too much. You always gave him the best advice and sometimes you had to force him to take a break or to step back a bit for his own good. Yes, everyone deserves saving, but sometimes you can’t save everyone, and you needed to remind Peter of that so he wouldn’t risk his own life too much. You wouldn’t forgive yourself if anything bad ever happened to Peter and you could have prevented it.

Later that day, when you were done with your lectures you found yourself sitting in the library working on a group project which was due the next week with Ann and Kathrin. You knew the two from some lectures you took together, you had been meeting to get lunch or coffee a few times and now to work on the project, but you didn’t know each other too well. Your group was concentrated on the texts and papers sprawled across the table in front of you so much that you didn’t realize when Peter approached you. He placed a coffee and a blueberry muffin in front of you on the table and leaned down from where he was standing to place a short but firm kiss on the top of your head.

“I figured you would need some fuel.”, he joked.

“You’re the best.”, you beamed up to him and put your arms around his torso for a short hug. “See you tonight?”

“Promise.”, Peter smiled before leaving with his text books under his arm to look for a table in the library to study by himself.

You smiled to yourself when Peter left and took a sip from the coffee, he had gotten you. You noticed that Ann and Kathrin were watching you, smiling as well.

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”, Ann said surprised. “You look really cute together.”, she added before you could properly process her words. Heat was immediately rushing to your face as you realized that to Ann Peter was probably already out of listening range, but you knew that he could probably still pick up what she just said with his enhanced senses.

“Peter? No no, we’re just best friends.”, you hastily answered, even though now you could see what Ann probably meant. It wasn’t off-limits that people would assume that you were together from the way you interacted with each other, how easily you two played off each other. But you never looked at each other in that way, you never looked Peter in that way. You had never seen him as anything more than a very good friend. But suddenly it was consuming your mind and even though you tried to direct your concentration towards the work in front of you, you weren’t quite able to fully concentrate on it anymore.

And that evening you were sitting on your bed watching a movie – a rom-com so maybe that wasn’t helping much either in your situation – trying to get the image of you and Peter as a couple out of your mind. You started to imagine how your interactions would change. Not much, really. You already cuddled to comfort each other sometimes, you already shared every secret and every free moment together. So, the only thing that would change is you two kissing. And as the movie was reaching its climax with the two leads finally coming to their senses and sharing their first kiss, you couldn’t help but imagine it was the two of you kissing. Suddenly your heart started beating like crazy in your chest and heat once again began raising to your cheeks as you admitted that you liked the thought of kissing Peter.

“Hi, (Y/N)!”

You shrieked out loud when Peter was entering through your window as usual and interrupted your daydreaming. In a swift move, you shut your laptop, maybe a tad too strongly.

“Oh my god, (Y/N). I’m sorry to startle you.”, Peter said with a smirk as he saw you calming down slowly. “Were you watching porn?”, he teased.

“No!”, you exclaimed and thought that maybe it would be best if you lied and said yes. “You just scared me, Peter!”, you said, hand laid across your chest as if to calm down your heartbeat.

“Okay okay.”, Peter laughed and seated himself beside you on your bed. “Thanks for the notes by the way.”

“What?”, you asked confused, still recovering from the scare.

“The notes you took for me? They are always better than the ones I take myself. And so cute. The doodles are just the best.”, Peter said referring to the little drawings you always added to the sides to hopefully cheer Peter up when he was revising.

“Of course. Everything for you.”, you smiled as Peter put his arm around your shoulders. You couldn’t deny that for the first time, your heart suddenly started beating faster than usual when Peter was touching you. You grew uncomfortable as you remembered the thoughts you had about Peter kissing you just a few minutes prior when you were only friends. You shouldn’t be fantasising about your best friend like that. You didn’t want to ruin the amazing friendship you built. Thinking about the possibility of that made you sad already. So, you decided to ban those thoughts to the back of your mind and just continue with the friendship as if nothing had ever happened. After all, this was the first time you thought about those things anyway.

Your promise to yourself didn’t last for long. From now on, every interaction with Peter felt different. Whenever Peter was getting you a treat or when you hugged or when you were cuddling in your bed, you felt as if suddenly there was a different energy in the room. Suddenly they didn’t feel like small signs of affection between two friends anymore. Instead, you wished that every time you hugged each other goodbye that you could just get on your tiptoes to kiss him instead. And every time you would imagine that you hated yourself a little more for even wishing for something like that.

So without even realizing it too much, you slowly grew a little bit distant to Peter. More often you would now answer I have to study to Peter’s text, asking if you were free. And then sometimes you would even lie a little when he would suggest you just study together and send him a text saying it’s for a class you’re not taking. And you would slowly drop the amount of funny and cute doodles on the sides of your notes you carefully took for Peter. Your hugs became shorter, your cuddles colder in an effort to keep yourself falling for your best friend.

There was nothing that could stop it though. Because, without realising it, you had already fallen for your best friend a long time ago. You were only keeping yourself from realising it.

Eventually, it came to a point where Peter started to notice something was off. So, when he swung by your window unannounced one evening and he saw you cuddled up to yourself in your blankets, fixated on a book in your lap, trying your best to ignore Peter’s presence, it fell apart.

“What the heck is up with you?”, Peter snapped after a few minutes of him sitting on your desk chair, fiddling with his mask in his hand when you didn’t react much to him making conversation.

“Geez.”, you said when you finally looked up from your book, only holding eye contact with Peter for a few small seconds. “Nothing.”, you shrugged with your shoulders, hoping he would just drop it again.

“Nothing? Are you serious? You’re ignoring me right now!”, Peter said, slowly raising his voice.

“I’m not.”, you mumbled, even though you knew he was right.

“You know what?”, Peter got up from your chair, obviously having enough of it. “Text me when you can talk to me normally again.”, he said snappy and put his mask back on before leaving through your window again.

As soon as he left you felt guilt washing over you. You knew your behaviour was unacceptable, that it could potentially ruin your friendship you had with Peter and you cursed yourself for it. Frustrated you ran your hands through your hair as a tear ran down your cheek. You concluded that tomorrow you would put your act together and apologize to Peter. Maybe you should just be honest with him about your feelings, but you weren’t sure about that. For now, apologizing and rebuilding your friendship would be the first task, you decided.

But when you woke up the next morning your heart dropped to your stomach when you noticed that Peter hadn’t texted you last night that he got home safely. Either he was just angry with you and didn’t text your or something bad happ-

You didn’t even allow yourself to think something like that, so instead, you texted Peter. Have you gotten home safely last night? Can I see you today? I need to talk to you. And when you got to campus you had convinced yourself that Peter was only angry with you and didn’t text you because of that. You tried to keep the bad thoughts to the back of your mind, not worrying too much.

But the alarm bells started ringing again when at noon, Peter still hadn’t texted you back and Ned Leeds approached you.

“Have you seen Peter?”, he asked you.

“Not since last night. Have you?”, you answered, worry growing inside of you.

“No, we were supposed to meet for class two hours ago.”

When those words left Ned’s mouth you felt as if the world was suddenly turning around you. Your head was dizzy with all the thoughts flooding it.

“Have you tried calling him?”, you asked, trying to organize your thoughts.

“Straight to voicemail.”

“Shit shit shit.”, muttered and walked over to the nearest chance to sit down for you. “We've gotta do something.”, you said as tears started welling up in your eyes.

Ned only nodded in agreement and not long after you found an empty group study room you could occupy. You started up the computer while Ned was already typing away on the laptop, he brought with him. You tried to search social media, news articles for any recent mentions of Spider-man. Usually, this wasn’t the kind of stuff you did, usually, Ned was Peter’s guy for this work. You could tell because Ned was already trying to hack Peter’s suit AI to find his location.

“Does this happen a lot?”, you asked Ned as he was concentrating on the screen in front of him. It took him a little bit before you could give a definite answer.

“No, but it has happened. Sometimes Peter is just not much of a team player and doesn’t give you a notice.”, Ned’s words sparked a little bit of hope in you. “But I think this is the most extreme case of that so far.”, crushing the spark of hope again.

An hour later you and Ned still hadn’t found anything. You had been stuck on a loop in the customer service hotline of Stark Industries because, of course, you didn’t have Tony Stark’s private phone number.

“I’ve got his location!”, Ned exclaimed suddenly. You darted over to where he was seated to look at his screen.

“Chicago?”, you read out loud. “How are we gonna go there, that’s like a 12-hour bus drive!”, you were already starting to think over your options.

“I can detect movement though. Let’s wait another 30 minutes first and see whether he moves or stays in one place.”, Ned suggested.

“Okay.”, you settled in your seat again. “It’s bad if he doesn’t move, right?”

“Yes, I can basically detect his movement down to a meter. So, if he doesn’t move any meter that would be very bad.”, Ned explained. Fear rushed over you at the image of Peter being tied to a chair in a warehouse somewhere or even worse-

“Who the heck uses meters? Are you trying to be a posh European?”, you teased Ned, trying to distract yourself from the imaginary in your head.

“The metric system just makes more sense.”, Ned shrugged his shoulders and continued to watch his laptop screen. “He’s moving.”, Ned stated. “Not much though, from the movement, it could be possible that he’s in a fight right now.”

Even though Peter was fighting crime every day, this was different. He was in a different city, without any notice and you didn’t know whether he was alone or not. Ten minutes later Ned informed you that Peter has been moving at a faster pace now.

“If this keeps up, it looks like he’s possibly flying back to New York.”

“Thank god.”, you muttered and put your hands on your face, only now realizing that it was covered in tears. “How long till he’s back?”

“Probably in around 1 and a half hours if he keeps it up.”

“Should we go back to his apartment?”, you suggested, and Ned agreed.

Two hours later you both were sat on the couch at Peter’s apartment when the door clicked and opened. Both of you quickly sitting up and turning your heads to see Peter walk in, looking fine and wearing normal clothes.

“Dude!”, Ned exclaimed, making Peter jump slightly in surprise.

“What the heck?”, he asked when he saw you both sitting on his couch.

“No, Peter, what the heck?”, you opposed, your words filled with anger. “Where have you been?”

“On a mission with the Avengers.”, he answered as he set his backpack by the side of the door.

“Dude, you have to tell us.”, Ned said after he stood up and walked towards Peter to hug him. “You seriously can’t do that.”, Ned said silently after he hugged Peter. Peter let his eyes quickly dart over to your face and noticed the red swollen eyes looking back at him.

“My phone died, I’m sorry.”, Peter said.

“And Tony Stark doesn’t have a phone charger on his multi-million-dollar quinjet?”, you snapped. Peter only shrugged his shoulders. All you wanted to do was just hug Peter, but you were still angry with him and you didn’t feel like it was the right choice, with everything that happened last night.

“I’m gonna go.”, Ned said and patted Peter on his back before sharing one last look with you.

“Don’t you wanna go as well?”, Peter asked as he was running his hand through his curls.

“You don’t know what I want.”

“That’s true.”, he said, undertone in his voice clear as he was settling himself on the other end of the couch opposite of you.

“So you really had no form of communication to tell us you were okay? We missed class because we tried to-“, you said before Peter was harshly interrupting you.

“Oh my god, (Y/N)! Quit it!”, Peter put his hand into his hands. “You have no idea what it’s like to be a superhero. You have no idea how tired I am right now because you have no idea what a mission like this means!”, Peter raised his voice, his eyes already glistening from tears. “And then you only make it worse with your weird behaviour. So, if you’re only here to make me feel worse, please just go.”, when Peter looked you directly in the eyes to tell you the last sentence it broke your heart. This was the first time you had ever fought. You tried to swallow down the tears, but you couldn’t stop them from coming up again. You knew this was exactly everything you wanted to avoid.

“Damnit, Peter. I was worried. I had no idea where you were and I knew you were angry with me.”, you tried to explain yourself. “I am so sorry for last night, Pete.”, you almost whispered now. “I could not live in a world where anything bad happens to you.”, you admitted, looking deep into Peter’s eyes but not being able to read his expression.

“Didn’t look like that last night…”, Peter muttered under his breath.

“I am sorry! I know I have been distant recently. I didn’t mean to be.”, you said, not sure how you could explain your behaviour.

“We were always the best team, (Y/N). Why did you suddenly act as if I was invisible to you?”, Peter asked, hurt obvious in his voice.

“You’re going to hate me if I tell you.”, you said, your eyes avoiding Peter’s gaze.

“No.”, Peter said empathetically as he was scooting closer to you. “I could never hate you.”, he said and took one of your hands into his, unsure whether that was okay for you. You knew that the very base you two built your friendship upon was honesty. And you knew that honesty was the only way you answer to Peter right now.

“Pete, you are my bestest friend in the world and I don’t want that to ever change…”, you said, still not looking up from the hands of the two of you intertwined in your lap. “But I have a feeling this is going to ruin our friendship.”, you slowly continued. “I’m in love with you.”, you said, already bracing for whatever reaction Peter would have to this. The few seconds that lasted after your confession felt as if they were hours. You didn’t know you had been holding your breath until Peter finally moved. He released his hand from your grip. Of course, you thought yourself, it’s over now. You didn’t allow yourself to look up now, too afraid to see Peter’s weirded out face. You were only frozen in place, unable to move as a cold shiver ran through your whole body. Before you could release your body from its stare to leave Peter, as it was the only logical thing to escape this hurtful silence, Peter’s hand moved towards you again. This time it reached for your face to gently cup your cheek in his warm hand.

“(Y/N)-baby…”, Peter said in a low voice, almost only a whisper. “Look at me.”, he said as he used his other hand to cup your other cheek, using his thumbs to slowly wipe away some of your tears that had already gone cold. You slowly raised your gaze, surprised to see that Peter still had tears in his eyes, but he had a small smile on his lips. “I’m in love with you too.”, he said, making your heart skip a beat and your breath hitch. “Weren’t you able to tell by now?”, he asked, only making you shake your head in turn, because, no, you hadn’t noticed. But suddenly all those moments of affection flooded your mind. All the times Peter brought you coffee without even asking, all the times you two cuddled in bed, watching all your favourite movies and shows, all the times Peter took you for a swing around the city and all the cool buildings he brought you to the top of to watch countless sunsets with you. After all, those weren’t signs of affection between friends. “Stop thinking so much.”, Peter laughed as he practically saw how much time you spent making sense of all the things. And before you could say something yourself, Peter used his hands resting on your face to move your faces together and to finally lock his lips with yours. A warmth you had never felt before immediately overcame your body as Peter’s soft lips were innocently pressed on top of yours. They tasted sweet and if they could taste like it, they would also taste like comfort and familiarity. You finally gave into the tingling in your fingertips when you moved them from your lap, to find their place in Peter’s soft but unruly curls. After your lips disconnected again you two immediately fell into a long comforting hug.

“I can’t believe this.”, you mumbled as your face was pressed against Peter’s chest.

“Me neither.”, Peter laughed and pressed a kiss on top of your head. “Promise me next time you will just tell me what you’re feeling, instead of just ignoring me?”

“I’m sorry.”, you said truthfully. “I promise.”

“No more secrets.”

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Too Late - Peter Parker x Ned Leeds

Summary: The five times Ned almost says ‘I love you’ and the one time he does.

Word Count: 4.7k words

Warnings: major character death, description of violence and injuries

A/N: I have not seen Far From Home, this is not a spoiler for Far From Home, this is my own fictional work. This is my first time writing for Peter and Ned so let me know what you think!

Italics are Ned’s thoughts, bold italics are Peter’s thoughts, bold are text messages

***

Ned is humming the tune of his favorite song, sitting in Peter’s room as he builds the Death Star. He’s practically finished with it, he and Peter have been working on it for a little bit. He was waiting for Peter to get home from his Stark internship. If it was anyone else with the Stark internship Ned would’ve been jealous, he wanted to meet Tony Stark so bad, but it was Peter. And Peter was his best friend, he was genuinely happy for Peter when he told him about the internship. He didn’t even notice the sound of the window creaking open, it wasn’t until he saw a red and blue masked man crawling on Peter’s ceiling, that he realized he wasn’t alone. He froze, Spiderman? The masked man, Spiderman, pulls off his mask and Ned's jaw drops. Peter?

Peter quietly uses his web shooter to close the door and he crouches down on the ground. He stands and turns, pausing as he sees Ned sitting on his bed. Ned doesn’t even realize he’s dropped the Death Star, completely ruining it, until Aunt May calls out “what was that?”

Peter turns, his voice raising an octave in pure panic, “Nothing, Nothing.”

Ned’s world seemed to be collapsing in on itself, Peter, his best friend, was Spiderman? The guy he’d be embarrassed to admit he’d seen hours of footage of on YouTube, was his best friend?

“You’re, THE Spiderman, from YouTube.”

“I’m not, I’m not,” Peter insists, pressing the small spider in the middle of his chest, his suit falling off his body.

“You were on the ceiling,” Ned says, a shaky finger pointing to the ceiling.

“No I wasn’t!” Peter starts, why the fuck was he trying to deny something Ned saw with his own two eyes?

“Ned what’re you doing in my room?” Peter’s voice is rising in volume, he’s not angry, no, he could never be angry at Ned, more worried. He wasn’t supposed to tell anyone that he was Spiderman, not even Aunt May knew, how would his nosy best friend with a little bit of a big mouth react?

“May let me in! You said we were gonna finish the Death Star!”

“You can’t just bust into my room-,” Peter starts and the door opens, Aunt May walking in on Ned, still shocked, and Peter, in only his boxers.

There was smoke coming from the kitchen and she was laughing, “that turkey meatloaf recipe is a disaster, let’s go to dinner. Thai? Ned, you want Thai?”

Ned was too busy thinking about that one video he saw of Spiderman, of Peter, stopping a car from crashing into a woman, with his bare hands. Okay, they weren’t bare they had the gloves or whatever they were called from his Spiderman suit but still, how much force, how much power did he stop? Woah, his best friend was strong.

Ned snaps back to reality, “Yes.”

“No, he’s got a thing,” Peter interrupts, glancing at him.

“A thing to do after,” he says and he’s sure he’s got a huge stupid smile but he can’t stop thinking about how his best friend is Spiderman? How insane is that?

“Okay, maybe put on some clothes,” May says, smiling before closing the door.

Peter grabs a shirt and Ned points at the door, “she doesn’t know?!”

He felt like Aunt May knew everything, from when Peter didn’t do as well as he hoped on an assignment in school, even if he was lying, to when they snuck out to Coney Island instead of going to band practice.

“Nobody knows,” Peter talks in a hurried whisper, “well Mr. Stark knows because he made my suit but that’s it!” He rushes to pull the sweater over his head.

Tony Stark?

“Tony Stark made you that?” Ned says in awe, pointing at the suit crumpled up on the floor.

“Are you an avenger?” He gasps.

“Yeah basically,” Peter says, stretching the truth a little.

“Woah-,” Ned starts and Peter rushes over to him.

“You can’t tell anyone about this, you gotta keep it a secret.”

“Secret? Why?” Ned wonders, everyone knew that Tony Stark was Iron Man, that Steve Rogers was Captain America, what harm would it be if people knew Peter was Spiderman?

“Because you know how she’s like! If she finds out people try and kill me every single night she’s not gonna let me do this anymore,” Peter rushes out, practically in one breath, “come on Ned, please.”

And Ned could never say no to Peter, not when he asks to borrow his notes after a long night after the Stark Internship, which he now knew was spent fighting bad guys. But wait, did he just say people try to kill him every night? Ned’s stomach dropped at the thought of Peter getting hurt, Peter in danger. He didn’t want to think of his friend like that.

“Okay, Okay, Okay, Okay, I’ll level with you,” Ned starts, where was he going with this? “I don’t think I can keep this a secret, this is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me, Peter,” he says in the same rushed tone as Peter. Logically he knew that May would flip out, or at least be worried about Peter, exponentially more than she already does. But come on, Peter knew he couldn’t keep his mouth shut, and now he finds out his best friend is the superhero he watches on YouTube? The superhero that, he would never admit out loud, he always wondered what he looked like under the red mask, was he cute? Did his personality match up with the badassery he shows off on the streets of Queens every night?

“Ned, May cannot know, I cannot do that to her right now. You know? I mean everything that’s happened to her? I- please,” his voice cracks a little and Ned freezes.

“Okay,” Ned wouldn’t hurt Peter, he couldn’t, and accidentally telling someone, revealing this secret that Peter didn’t tell him but was thrust upon him, was a huge violation of his trust.

“Just swear it to me,” Peter’s brown eyes stare into Ned’s, looking for something, anything that will show him that Ned wouldn’t tell everyone the second they part.

There’s something in Ned’s eyes, Ned isn’t quite sure what it is himself and he knows Peter won’t know.

Was it a budding admiration? Not for Spiderman, sure, Spiderman was exciting and saved people and Ned could talk about him for ages but for Peter. His best friend, someone who could tell the world he’s Spiderman, who could get the fame, the fans, everything that seemed to come with being a superhero, but who didn’t. Why? Because Peter didn’t want to add any more stress into Aunt May’s plate.

“Okay, I swear,” Ned says, and Peter turns, running his hands through his hair, something he always did when he was nervous, which resulted in his hair always looking funny. Fixing it and ruffling it back to normal may or may not have been Ned’s favorite thing.

“I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Can I try the suit on?” What are you saying Ned?

“No.”

“How does it work? Is it magnets? How does it shoot the strings?”

“I’m gonna tell you about this at school tomorrow,” Peter says, gently grabbing Ned’s shoulder and leading him out of his room.

“Great,” Ned says as Peter opens the doors, “Wait, how do you do this and the Stark internship?”

For someone as bright as Ned, he could be a little dumb sometimes, especially when he finds out his best friend is a freaking superhero.

Peter frowns, eyebrows furrowed at Ned, really? “This is the Stark internship.”

“Oohhh,” Ned says as it clicks in his brain.

“Just get outta here dude,” Peter says as he pushes Ned out his bedroom door and shuts it behind him.

“Thanks Aunt May, for the offer for dinner, super important stuff back at home,” Ned managed to get out as he all but runs out of the apartment. The entire walk back he was texting Peter questions.

You fought with them in Germany? The avengers?

How do you stay awake in school if you’re out all night fighting bad guys?

Should I bring you coffee tomorrow?

And the most meaningful text, the text that meant so much more than what it said, sat in his drafts. throughout the night as Ned laid awake, watching Spiderman videos, but now picturing Peter doing all those things.

Just because you’re Spiderman doesn’t mean I will treat you differently.

Nope, delete that Ned, that’s not true.

He watches as Spiderman, Peter, had helped an older woman across the street in one video. Peter would do that. Everything Spiderman did was something Peter would do. Because Peter is selfless, standing up for people who have nobody to stand up for them. Like if Flash or someone is being an asshole to Ned, the normally quiet and shy Peter will tell them to screw off because Ned is too scared to say anything.

Peter Parker and Spiderman are one

No, that’s stupid, Peter is well aware of this.

You’ll always be Peter Parker to me.

And he didn’t send it, just let it sit there on his phone while his finger hovered over the blue arrow.

He fell asleep with his phone in his hand, sprawled out on the bed. He never meant to press send, he still thought those words were silly, of course Peter was still Peter. What was Ned trying to say?

So when he woke up with a few text messages from Peter he thought nothing of it until he scrolled up and saw his message.

Shit. Did he really accidentally press send in his sleep?

Peter: and you’ll always be Ned Leeds to me.

***

Ned was scared, and he had every right to be. The Chituari core in his pocket detonated, the elevator’s ceiling looked like it would either drop on them, or drop them however many feet to the bottom of the monument.

“We’re very safe in here,” The security guard says.

Ned knows better. He might not really know what this glowing purple thing can do, but he knows it’s basically a bomb.

He takes a few breaths, attempting to steady himself in reality.

Where’s Peter? Peter can save us.

The top of the elevator flips open and they start helping everyone out.

The elevator is creaking and swaying and making horrible noises.

Flash goes next, with the trophy. The elevator creaks and moves a little harder as he’s hoisted up.

As Flash gets to safety the whole elevator drops, Ned is terrified, screaming as he clings to the sides.

Please don’t let me die please don’t let me die.

He’s lost all hope until he hears a familiar thwp, and the elevator isn’t falling anymore.

He looks up and sees Spiderman, Peter, falling as the elevator drops again.

Ned is sure he looks like an idiot with his jaw dropped open like this as Spiderman, Peter, webs to something above them and is upside down on the ceiling, holding the elevator in place.

He looks to Ned first, and Ned feels the most relief he’s felt since he passed a calculus exam he thought he failed.

Peter pauses but looks at Mr. Harrington and then at Liz.

And then he breaks out this horrible accent that in other situations would’ve made Ned laugh but today he was just in awe of his friend.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Ned shouts and he doesn’t even realize he’s moving until Peter shouts back.

“Hey hey hey, big guy quit moving around!”

“Sorry sir, so sorry!” Ned freezes.

Peter slowly tugs at his web and brings the elevator up more and more until they are level with a floor and can get out.

Peter is hoping, praying that Ned gets out first, he’s not sure how much longer his webbing and stance will last and he can’t even think about his best friend getting hurt.

Ned rushes out of the elevator and watches as Mr. Harrington gets out, then Liz starts to.

The elevator decides to break even more, Liz falling before Peter saves her, grabbing her with his web and helping her back up to the floor.

As Peter hangs upside down, his eyes move across the students, pausing quickly on Ned before looking back at Liz.

“Everyone good? All right,” he says in that accent. And then he’s falling. Ned’s heart almost falls out of his chest before he hears Peter shout “I’m good!” From down below.

That night in their hotel room Ned is lying there in his pajamas thinking about what would’ve happened if Peter wasn’t there to save them, to save him. He didn’t want to think about it. Because he knew Peter would always be there to save him. And he wanted to thank Peter, for saving him, for saving the rest of the decathlon team. But ‘thank you’ wasn’t enough. He couldn’t say thank you to the person who risked his own life to save theirs. He looks over and sees Peters chest slowly rising and falling, his eyes closed.

“Peter?” Ned whispers, loud enough for him to hear and respond if he was awake. Ned sort of hoped he wasn’t.

There was no answer. He’s asleep. Good.

“I-, l,” No Ned, this isn’t the time. Your adrenaline is too high, you’re not in the right headspace. Don’t say it.

“You’re my hero.”

Peter was exhausted, the second they got back he showered and was lying on his bed, thinking about the events from the day.

He had closed his eyes and was trying to sleep. His mind wouldn’t stop racing back to the elevator. To Ned’s terrified screams. But Ned was right here, he was safe, and he was okay, he was going to be okay.

“Peter?” Ned asks and Peter doesn’t respond, hoping Ned will let him sleep. His thoughts and emotions are too much right now to talk, and everything hurt. His body, his mind, everything.

“I-, I-,” Ned starts.

What was he going to say? Peter’s mind was screaming, tell me, tell me Ned.

Three words, come on, three words were all he was waiting for.

“You’re my hero.”

Peter figures those three words were enough for now.

****

Peter had given up all hope that Ned felt anything towards him, even after finding out he was Spiderman, Ned didn’t suddenly confess any feelings towards Peter.

So Peter asked Liz to homecoming, because Ned doesn’t like boys, and they’re best friends. He didn’t want to share what he feels, how he’s felt for years, if it would end in an awkward ‘oh that’s nice but I don’t think about you like that, I don’t think about boys like that.’ So Peter pushed down any pining for Ned and was determined to have a good time at Homecoming with Liz. That didn’t end up happening.

That night, after he fought Liz’s dad after he left him for the police, he didn’t know what to do, he couldn’t go home, to Aunt May, he wasn’t sure how Tony would react. So he made his way to Ned’s place, climbing up the side of the building in the darkness, ignoring the pain shooting through every part of his body. The window to his bedroom was open slightly and the light was on, so he crawled in, collapsing on the floor once he did so.

“Peter, oh my god are you okay?” Ned says, rushing up from his bed.

“Fine, Ned, totally fine,” Peter says, breath coming out in quick pants.

“No you’re not, here, lay down on my bed, are you okay?”

“Sure,” Peter laughs, before hissing in pain. Even laughing hurt.

“Here, let me help you,” Ned says, guiding Peter to lay on his bed.

“How can I, what do you need?”

You, Ned, I need you. But those were words Peter would never say.

“Just need to sleep,” Peter says.

“Peter are you sure? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“No, I’ll heal soon enough, advanced healing and stuff, just need to sleep.”

“Okay, here, you gotta get outta these,�� Ned says, grabbing his Midtown sweatshirt, it was too big for Peter, but it would do for now.

Peter groans and sits up, pulling off the basically pajamas that were torn and covered in dirt.

Ned turns around as Peter changes.

“I’ll, uh, I’ll sleep on the couch, but if you need me, just shout my name okay?” Ned says as Peter tosses his torn suit on the ground.

“Ned?”

“Yes?”

“Stay?” Peter’s voice was low, he looked so small and broken, his body covered in bruises.

Ned gasped and it took everything in his being not to cry. He hated seeing Peter like this knowing there wasn’t anything he could do to help.

“I’m fine,” Peter said, seeing the worry in Ned’s eyes.

“Okay, yeah,” Ned says and he sits down on the floor next to his bed.

“No, stay,” Peter insists, moving to make room for Ned on the bed.

“oh.”

“Please?”

“Just don’t, don’t scare me like that again, okay?” Ned says as he climbs under his covers.

“I won’t, promise,” Peter says as his eyes grow tired.

“I-, I-,” Ned says, feeling the warmth radiating off of Peter’s body.

“What?” Peter whispers.

Say it Ned, you can say it, I know you can. Everything in Ned’s mind is screaming, tell him, tell him how you feel because every time you don’t there’s a chance you won’t be able to. And the thought that Peter could die before Ned says anything was enough to bring tears to Ned’s eyes.

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

God damn it.

***

Ned was scared, probably more scared than the night Peter came back to his room injured after homecoming. He saw the footage of Spiderman, Peter, getting beamed up into space, he ran, and Ned doesn’t run, he ran to Peter’s apartment, Aunt May was on the couch, staring at the TV.

“Ned, Peter, he’s, he’s out there. I keep calling him, he doesn’t have his phone but I keep calling him,” May laughs weakly, tears falling down her face as Ned sits next to her.

“I’m scared,” Ned says, watching the footage of the aliens invading New York from earlier.

“We’re going to be okay, Pete’s going to be okay,” Aunt May says. Ned loses count how many times she says this throughout the next few hours.

It all happens very fast, Ned doesn’t know what’s happening, why is Aunt May turning to dust? Is that dust? What’s happening?

“Peter?” Ned asks, why he asked for someone who wasn’t there? He couldn’t tell you.

Maybe he was scared that the world was ending and Peter wasn’t there with him. To save him, to just sit and watch the world end with him, if that was inevitable. He just knew that he was probably dying and Peter wasn’t there by his side.

***

The snap was reversed, Peter lost his mentor and it was the worst day in his entire life. He fought and fought and he thought they had won, they defeated Thanos. But at what cost?

Apparently, losing the world’s best defender.

He spent the next few weeks at Tony and Pepper’s lakehouse, crying himself to sleep every night. Sometimes he’d have nightmares, about Ned being snapped away, about Tony dying in front of him.

Sometimes he’d wake up screaming or crying and Aunt May or Morgan would come running in, Aunt May would wake him up with a tap on the shoulder, telling him that everything would be alright. Then he’d call Ned and talk to him, not about the snap, not about the battle, but about random things until he fell asleep.

Usually it was about Star Wars. Peter would always fall asleep to the sound of Ned’s voice, wishing he was beside him.

Once Aunt May and him felt he was okay, after the funeral, after he was able to say goodbye to Tony, he planned on going back to school.

He could practically see Ned’s excitement through the phone when he told him. And it made him smile, smile through the dull pain of losing Tony, smile through the pain of having to go back to school and live his life.

Ned always made Peter smile.

He was looking through his folded clothes on his bed, it was stupid, he thought, contemplating what to wear. Who would care? He sighs, feeling tears well in his eyes, turning and seeing a blue midtown sweatshirt, not his own, Ned’s from ages ago.

He tugged it on and sighed. It still smelled like Ned, a comforting smell, reminding him of home.

So when he saw Ned in the middle of the crowd of students rushing through to get to homeroom, his feet stopped dragging and he walked with purpose, the first time in weeks.

Ned watches as Peter walks towards him, Ned has no idea what to say, Peter’s back, Peter is safe and he isn’t just a voice on the phone.

His arm moves like it’s got a mind of its own, Peter’s arm moving as well, they start doing their handshake, Peter pauses and pulls Ned into a hug. He sighs, if they could stay like this forever, maybe Ned could take all of the hurt and pain out of Peter’s mind, he could focus on the feeling of Ned’s arms wrapped around him, of Ned’s breath against his neck as they hold each other tight. In this moment they were the only people in the whole world.

“I-,”

Say it Ned, please. It’s what Peter needs, he needs to hear Ned say he loves him, that he also felt like his entire world was gone these past few weeks, that he wanted nothing more than to go on dates or cuddle or whatever young teens did when they were-

Peter couldn’t even finish his thought, the pain of thinking Ned would never say it too much.

“I missed you.”

Three words. Not the ones he wanted to hear, again, but they were enough for now. The weight of the words, the implication of them was enough.

****

Peter came to his apartment one night after patrol, a few months after he went back to school, he was itching to get back out there, to protect the neighborhood. The bad guy, someone jacking cars across the neighborhood had gotten the upper hand on Peter before he was able to apprehend him. As a result, he had a busted lip and bruises littering his chest. He didn’t want May to see him like this so he called and told her he was spending the night at Ned’s, nothing unusual, Pete and Ned have been having sleepovers for as long as the two of them could remember.

Aunt May continues to worry about Peter after the snap after he lost Mr. Stark, she worries that he’ll get hurt, even after all he’s been through, he’s been to space and fought the universe’s worst villain, but fighting bank robbers in Queens still drove her crazy.

When Pete arrived he pushed Ned’s window open the rest of the way, he typically left it unlocked and slightly open which worried Peter because Ned there are bad guys and I don’t want you getting hurt. Ned just laughed and told him that Spiderman would protect him.

Spiderman, Peter would protect him.

“Pete, oh my god are you alright?” Ned asks, scrabbling to stand up. A lego set was lying on the ground, Darth Vadar’s castle, now long forgotten.

“I’m, I’m fine,” Peter smiles, blood trickling down his chin.

“Here, sit down, lemme get the first aid kit,” Ned insists, and Peter all but collapses on Ned’s bed, his spidersuit loose on his body, mask next to him.

Ned rushes to his closet, pulling out the rather large first aid kit he bought when he first found out Peter was Spiderman.

“I can heal faster than most people, I don’t really need first aid.”

“Just in case, you know, it’s never a bad idea to have it on hand.”

And Peter agreed, partially because he knew it would make Ned feel better, partially because Ned was right, you never know.

He pulls out a few antiseptic wipes to clean the blood from Pete’s chin, who winces and bats his hand away.

“Stay still,” Ned insists, and Peter grumbles but drops his hands in defeat.

Ned continues to clean the blood off of Peter, being careful as he wiped it from his bottom lip.

“I don’t think you’ll need stitches,” Ned sighs, relieved. Anytime Peter was on patrol Ned stayed up, he built and rebuilt legos to distract himself, sometimes the fear that Pete would get hurt was too much, and he’d cry, but he’d never tell Pete that. Because Peter was strong, he was Spiderman for crying out loud, he’d think Ned was lame if he was crying over the mere idea of him getting hurt.

“Can I stay here tonight?” Peter asks, voice a whisper, he doesn’t look at Ned’s eyes as Ned throws out the antiseptic wipes and sits down next to him.

“Of course,” Ned says, “you’re always welcome here.”

Peter knows that, he just hates feeling like a burden, ever since Ned found out he’s Spiderman, anytime Pete got hurt Ned would rush to help him, and Peter was grateful, he’d forever be grateful that his best friend was there to pick up his broken parts, but he wishes he didn’t have to.

“You mean too much to me to get hurt like this,” Ned whispers as he sits down next to Peter. He really wanted to say I love you too much to see you hurt like this.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, you’re just our friendly neighborhood Spiderman.”

“Okay,” Peter laughs, curling up at Ned’s side, “thank you Ned, for being here for me.”

Peter didn’t want to say that, sure he meant it but he wanted to say something else so much more. He just wishes he had the same courage he had fighting bad guys to admit he loves his best friend.

***

“Ned! Ned, Ned, Ned,” Peter shouts as he swings his way to his friend.

“Pete,” Ned gasps our, something was crushing him, he thinks it’s part of a building. But he doesn’t feel any pain. He doesn’t feel anything actually.

Peter flips over some wreckage and crouches down to Ned.

“Hold on, I’m going to get you out, just, just wait, take a deep breath for me okay?” Peter says, hands gripping the support beam crushing Ned’s legs.

“It’s okay,” Ned whispers, he’s lying to himself, but mostly to Peter.

“No, no it’s not, need to get you to a hospital, you’ve probably lost a lot of blood,” Peter says before pushing the support beam off of Ned.

“I’m fine,” Ned says, a few tears slipping past his eyes. This isn’t how Spiderman, Peter, was supposed to save him. It was supposed to be something close to harmless, like in a stupid 1950s romance film, the hero would sweep the love interest off their feet after saving them from a car accident. Ned wasn’t supposed to not feel his body, gasping for air, every breath he takes scared it would be his last.

“Ned,” Peter whispers, as he throws the support beam to the side. His hands shaking as they attempt to pick him up.

“Stop, Peter, it’s okay, you’re here, you’re here,” Ned repeats, his brain was foggy, but at least he could focus on Peter. He was crying, or maybe Ned himself was crying, or they both were. Ned wasn’t sure. He wasn’t sure of much anymore, practically nothing but three words.

“Ned,” Peter whispers, hand resting on his arm.

“I love you,” Ned says as he feels himself slowly slip out of consciousness. He’s not sure if it’s consciousness he’s slipping out of, or if he’s dying. And he’s holding on, holding on for dear life because oh god Pete please just say it back.

“I love you too Ned.”

He’s gone, Peter knows this, it doesn’t stop him from doing CPR for what seemed like hours, before collapsing over Ned’s lifeless body, sobbing until he can’t cry anymore, now just shaking.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Peter whispers.

“Peter, he’s gone,” he hears Nick Fury say from behind him. He doesn’t answer.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I couldn’t save you Ned, I’m sorry I couldn’t be your hero.”

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bellero · 6 years ago

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The Parker Twins (part two).

Summary- This is just a re-imagined version of Homecoming but Peter has a twin sister.

Warnings- bullying and swearing.

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You let out a yawn as you rested your chin in the palm of your hand, your arm rested on your leg. You were sat next to MJ in gym class, Peter and Ned were in front of you. He still hasn’t shut up about Peter being Spider-Man which is hilarious considering you were exactly the same and you knew how much the excessive questioning sometimes bugged Peter.

You turned your tired eyes towards the TV screen and smirked at Steve Rogers, “hi. I’m Captain America. Whether you’re in the classroom or on the battlefield...” you stopped paying attention to him and looked down at the two boys sat beneath you, “do you know him too?” Ned asked Peter, you smirked and shook your head, Peter nodded his head with a smug look on his face “yeah, we met” you shook your head, Peter leaned towards Ned with a grin on his face “I stole his shield” Ned turned to him with a shocked expression, though, to be fair, yours matched his exactly when you found out.

You tuned back into what Steve was saying, “today, my good friend, your gym teacher” you stifled a laugh when he gestured to the opposite side of where the coach was standing, “will conduct the Captain America Fitness Challenge” you rolled your eyes, the last thing you wanted to do was undergo some dumb fitness challenge.

You were sat next to your brother and his best friend, “do Avengers have to pay taxes? What does Hulk smell like? I bet he smells nice” you smiled in amusement at your friends quick fire questions, “I don’t think the Hulk would smell nice. However, I think Bruce would smell great” Ned nodded his head in agreement. Peter rolled his eyes at the both of you “you have to shut up” you let out a laugh. “Hey, can I be your guy in the chair?” Ned asked, you and your brother looked at each other before turning back to him “what?” he asked, Ned shrugged his shoulders “yeah. You know how there’s a guy with a headset telling the other guy where to go? If you’re in a burning building, I could tell you where to go! There’d be screens around me, and I could swivel around in a chair!” you laughed and shook your head, “I don’t need a guy in the chair” Peter grumbled, you all quietened down when the teacher came over, “looking good Peter” the teacher looked at you “why aren’t you doing anything?” he asked, you let out a sigh “I have a migraine and working out is making it worse” he nodded his head and walked away, you turned to the two boys who were staring at you “what?” you asked whilst shrugging.

You all turned to the group of people on the bleachers “now, for me, it would be F Thor... marry Iron Man and kill Hulk” one of the girls said, you shook your head. “Well, what about the Spider-Man?” Liz asked, you and Ned turned to Peter so fast that your necks almost snapped off, “did you see the bank security cam on YouTube? He fought off four guys!” Liz said, you turned towards your brother who was staring at her in awe. “Oh my god, she’s crushing on Spider-Man” one of the boys laughed which caused the rest of the group to do the same. Liz quickly shook her head, “no way” she paused for a bit “kind of” she shrugged “oh, gross! He’s probably thirty! You don’t even know what he looks like. Like, what if he’s seriously burned?” one of the girls asked, you snorted out a laugh “he’s worse” you mumbled which caused Peter to punch you in the arm, “I wouldn’t care. I’d love him for the person he is inside” she said, you smiled slightly but that quickly vanished when Ned spoke up, “Peter knows Spider-Man!” You both turned to him, he shrugged apologetically. “No, I don’t” Peter laughed nervously, Ned stood up after him “no. I mean, they’re friends” you let out a groan and collapsed to the floor.

You heard Flash and sat back up quickly “yeah, like Coach Wilson and Captain America are friends” you rolled your eyes, “I’ve met him, yeah. A couple times but it’s through the Stark Internship. Yeah, well, I’m not really supposed to talk about it” Peter mumbled, Flash walked towards him “well, that’s awesome! Hey, you know what? Maybe you should invite him to Liz’s party. Right?” Flash asked condescendingly. You glared at him as you stood up and stood next to Peter who looked towards Liz, “yeah, I’m having people over tonight. You’re more than welcome to come” she smiled, Peter nodded his head and smiled a small smile “you’re having a party?” he asked. Liz nodded back, you laughed slightly at your brothers love struck look. “Yeah, it’s gonna be dope. You should totally invite your personal friend Spider-Man” he snickered, you let out a loud groan and rolled your eyes “oh my god, Flash, shut the fuck up” you turned to the Coach who had yelled your name, you rolled your eyes and turned to Peter, “looks like I’m gonna be home late... tell Aunt May?” you asked, he nodded your head. You walked over to the Coach who escorted you out of the gym.

You pulled up outside of Liz’s home with a scowl on your face, you were sat next to Ned. May looked over to the house, “house party in the suburbs. Oh, I remember these. Kind of jealous” she turned to Ned, “some hats wear men. You wear that hat” she said, you rolled your eyes, a scowl still very prominent on your lips “this is a mistake. Let’s just go home” Peter suggested, you quickly perked up and agreed with him. “I know. I know it’s really hard... trying to fit in with all the changed your body’s going through. It’s flowering now,” she then turned to you, “and you, young lady, I want you to apologise to Flash for what you said to him” she scolded pointing an accusing finger towards you, you rolled your eyes “fine” you muttered before opening the door, you walked up the steps and waited for your two best friends to catch up.

The three of you walked in together, you looked around in disdain, you drowned out everyone’s conversation and walked into the kitchen and filled up a red cup with water, no way were you going to drink that punch. It was probably spiked.

You made your way over to the boys, “obviously I’m not gonna apologise to Flash for being a little shit but if Aunt May asked I apologised” they nodded their heads. “Penis Parker, what’s up? So where’s your pal Spider-Man? Let me guess: in Canada with your imaginary girlfriend?” he laughed “that’s not Spider-man! That’s just Ned in a red shirt!” you rolled your eyes and was about to march up to him when Peter grabbed your arm, “please don’t cause a scene” he begged, you narrowed your eyes “but he’s being a dick! he deserves it!” you yelled, he looked taken back by your tone “I know, but not tonight... please?” he asked, you rolled your eyes and nodded. “I’m going for a walk” you muttered angrily before walking away, “oh hey! It’s Parker’s twin! Hey, Y/n, how’re your parents doing?” Flash called. The entire party fell silent, you looked over to Peter and Ned who were staring at you. Your parents were always a sensitive subject, Peter had accepted that they were gone but you never could.

You whipped around and stared at Flash who had a grin on his face, you stomped over to him and punched him in the face, shouts fell over the house and you turned and ran out. You ignored the shouts of your brother and best friend, hell, even Liz and MJ were calling after you but you ignored them. After a while you slowed down and pulled out your phone, “Aunt May? Can you come pick me up?” you asked with tears in your eyes, “no, I’m fine... I just started feeling sick... “I’m by Williamson Street, it’s around the corner from Liz’s... okay, thank you” you hung up and shoved your phone in your pocket. You slumped against the wall whilst you waited for you aunt to show up with salty tears rolling down your face.

It was much later during the evening, May had tried to ask you what was wrong but you refused to tell her, eventually she had given up. She knew you well enough to know that you’d talk to her eventually. You let out a sigh as your phone rang, you turned over in your bed and grabbed it, you furrowed your brows at the unknown number. You swiped to answer it and brought it up to your ear,

“hello?” you asked, your voice was hoarse and scratchy.

“Gotta say I didn’t think you’d have it in you to punch a kid” you sat up at the familiar voice.

You switched your phone to the other ear, “Tony? How the hell did you get my number?” you asked in confusion.

He let out a scoff, “I have my sources, anyway there’s a video of you going around on the internet of you socking a kid in the jaw, what’s that about?” he asked, you rolled your eyes.

“It’s on the internet? Can’t you work your Stark magic and have it removed? Please?” you asked.

It was silent for a while, “of course I will” you let out a sigh of relief, “as soon as you tell me what happened” you were confused by his concerned tone.

You sat in silence for a while, “you’ve seen the video... surely you should know what happened... look I’m tired so I’m gonna get some sleep, goodnight” you hung up and led down. There was a soft knock on your door, it opened slightly and Peter walked in with his laptop and a box of Pizza. He walked over to your bed, “budge up” he said, you rolled your eyes and shuffled across so you were nearer the wall, he led down next to you and placed the laptop and the box of Pizza between the two of you. “I’m not going to make you talk about it because I know you don’t want to. So I brought you Pizza on the way back” you smiled and took a slice of Pizza, “Tony called by the way... he saw the video. He tried to get me to talk about it... I think he’s going to try and get the video taken down” you muttered with your mouth full of Pizza.

You and your brother were plunged into silence as you watched your favourite movie.

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petersshirts · 6 years ago

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Doubts | Bucky Barnes

summary: when doubts start to fill your mind, bucky is there for you

warnings: crying

words: 1,7 k

A/N: Well, I know I know, I’M BACK!! (hopefully for good :)) this is a little thing I’ve written, hoping you all like this! as always, feedback is greatly appreciated! xx I wrote this to get over the pain that is Avengers endgame, if anybody wanna come to talk to me about it, hit me up!

The rain was pouring down outside while you stared at your computer screen, trying to find the right words to say. It had been nearly month since writer block hit you and since then, there hadn’t been one single word that you wrote down. And that wasn’t a good thing when you were an author who depended on their own words.

You sighed and hid your face in your hands, trying to find any ideas in your mind. But there were absolutely none. Not even a dialogue. Nothing.

For the past month, you had felt completely lost - normally, you were writing a few pages a day for your book idea but when you finally finished your first ever book, your brain was completely empty. And you felt like you were going completely insane. There was only one person that could tell you that everything would be fine.

„Hey, Doll, you alright?“ You looked up t the voice of your fiancee, a steaming mug in his hand and a worried smile on his lips. You tried to smile at him, trying to tell him that everything was fine but before you knew it, tears started to run down your face. Bucky frowned and put the mug on the table before lowering himself down in front of you and grabbed your face softly. He caressed your cheek, just watching you cry, knowing that you needed to let it out all out before you could tell him what was going on.

After five minutes, the tears finally stopped and you could look Bucky in the eyes. He just watched you carefully - he had never been someone that pushed you when things got rough. He knew that you were quite sensitive in situations like these.

„I’m a bad writer.“ Buckys’ eyes widened when he heard those words coming out of your mouth. You just stared at the ground, feeling completely worthless. Bucky grabbed your hand to get your attention and you slowly looked up, knowing that he had a completely different opinion.

„Don’t ever say that. You’re a fantastic writer, I love your work.“ His voice was steady and sure because Bucky was telling the truth - he loved reading everything you wrote, even if it was just a little poem you wrote in two minutes. Your words always seemed to get him.

But you just shook your head, knowing that he would say that. But he didn’t know what was going on in your mind - for the last few weeks, you didn’t tell him about your writers’ block. Bucky had been really busy with work at the Avengers tower and missions all around the world. He was always exhausted when he came home and you didn’t want to put another burden on him.

Suddenly, Bucky lifted you up and carried you into your shared living room to sit you down onto the couch. He grabbed a blanket and sat down right next to you, the worried look still evident.

„Tell me what’s wrong.“ And when he talked in that voice, you just couldn’t say no. So you told him about your struggle with finding any ideas to start another story. You told him about all the restless nights where you just couldn’t sleep because you wanted to find an idea, but there was just nothing. Bucky just listened and tried to understand your side. He hated it when you were upset - it always made him feel completely helpless.

After ten minutes, you stopped talking. And even though you should feel better by talking about your feelings, it felt even worse. It was like you were in a big black hole and there was absolutely no way out.

„Honey, don’t worry about it.“ Buckys’ voice brought you out of your trance and you looked up to your boyfriend who smiled at you. „It’s completely normal to stop sometimes. Your brain needs a pause from all this thinking and I promise you that after that, it will be back on track. You just need to get out of this room for a few days and do something completely different. And I have an idea.“ You raised an eyebrow, not sure what your fiancee meant.

But Bucky just jumped up and walked back to your bedroom without comment. You just waited there, too worn out to follow him. A few minutes later, Bucky came back with a bag in his hand and a big smile on his lips. He tossed you his leather jacket you loved so much and walked to the door to get his shoes.

You just followed him like a lost dog, completely confused. Bucky locked the door behind you and grabbed your hand to lead you to his motorbike. You had never really liked the loud engine, but the glow in Buckys’ eyes told you how much he loved to drive it, so you didn’t say anything about it.

The rain had finally stopped but there was a chill in the air. Bucky closed your jacket and kissed your nose softly before he helped you on the bike. The loud roaring of the motor filled the air and you laid your head on Buckys’ back and closed your eyes.

Your head was still screaming at you to head back to your laptop and write something down, but you knew that Bucky was right. The longer you sat in front of that screen, the more frustrated you would get. And there was no inspiration coming from just watching Youtube Videos or something else. You needed to find a place to get lost with your favourite man.

While Bucky was driving, you fell asleep and only awoke when your pillow moved, indicating that you must be at your destination.

„Boo, wake up.“ Buckys’ voice was close to your ear and you just mumbled something, not ready to return to the real world just yet. But you opened your eyes after a few seconds, only to look right into Buckys’ blue eyes. Damn, how did you get so lucky?

Your fiancee helped you climb down from the bike and turned, trying to find out where you were. You stood in front of a small white house that looked old but well taken care of and you could hear the crash of the waves in the distance.

This was the complete opposite of Brooklyn - there were no people o the street talking to their phones or honking from all the cars stuck in traffic. It was just - calm. Bucky just watched you taking it all in, hoping that this was exactly what you needed.

„Do you wanna go in?“ Bucky looked at the house and you just nodded, wishing that you could stay here for a very long time. Bucky took your hand and opened the door with a key you had never seen before. Who did this belong to??

„Why do you have the keys to such a beautiful house?“ Bucky turned back towards you with a grin. „Because it’s mine.“ And with that, he opened the door and let you in. The house was as beautiful from the inside as from the outside. Everything was clean and very simple but still modern. Everything was beach-themed and when you reached the living room, you sucked in a breath at the view.

The ocean was only around 50 metres away and even in the house, you could hear the soft sounds of the ocean. You just stared at the view, your mouth wide open. How could Bucky afford something like this? And why did he never mention that he owned a beach house??

You walked back to the bedroom where you found Bucky with a picture frame in his hand. He didn’t even flinch when you came up beside him to see him looking at a picture from his family. He had shown you a few pictures before so you immediately recognised his beautiful mother and his handsome father. And then, there was a little James Barnes and his sister, holding hands and grinning into the camera. And in the background, there was the house you were standing in. You finally understood.

„This house belonged to your family?“ It was hard not to start crying, knowing how much this meant to him. Bucky just nodded and put the frame back next to the bed and turned around towards you.

„My father never sold the house and when I finally found the address and came here, I hired a company to renovate it. But before now, I never really had a chance or reason to come here but with you being so sad, I had to show you this place.“ You grabbed his hands and squeezed, showing him that you knew how he felt.

„It so beautiful, Bucky. I can’t wait to spend my summers here with you. And maybe with some kids.“ The beaming smile he sent you told you everything you needed to know. That this was only one of many many times you would come to the beach house and just enjoy the time away from the city.

For the rest of the day, the two of you bought some food from the local supermarket and walked down the beach, the only sounds the waves crashing and wind in your ears. Unusual happiness had settled in your stomach, causing you to smile all day. It had been such a long time since you didn’t think about your work and just the moment you were in, right here with Bucky.

And when you laid down in bed that night, Bucky showering you in loving kisses, you knew that you had chosen the right guy. The guy who would do anything for you in doubt, and you would just do the same.

And while you slept in Buckys’ embrace, new ideas started to fill your mind.

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BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Glenda Calliope Chittock PRONUNCIATION: /ˈɡlɛndə ka-LYE-oh-pee MEANING: Fair and good; beautiful voice REASONING: Glenda was a sort of ‘pick a name, any name’ sort of choice. Calliope is her paternal grandmothers name. NICKNAME(S): Glen, G PREFERRED NAME(S): She doesn’t really prefer nicknames to her full name, so really it’s up to whoever is talking to her. BIRTH DATE: October 3, 2000 AGE: 19 ZODIAC: Libra GENDER: Female PRONOUNS: She/her ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Heteromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual NATIONALITY: English ETHNICITY: Colombian/Mexican CURRENT LOCATION: While she’s shared a flat with Amelia in muggle London for some time, the two girls are currently in the process of moving to the Peakes. LIVING CONDITIONS: See above ^ TITLE(S): n/a

BACKGROUND

BIRTH PLACE: Mould-on-the-Wold HOMETOWN: Mould-on-the-Wold, a quiet all wizarding village SOCIAL CLASS: Middle class EDUCATION LEVEL: Hogwarts. While the end of her 7th year was interrupted, Glenda was in the process of and has since completed NEWT examination

BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood, although her family is so far down the ranks it doesn’t say much. FATHER: Augustine Chittock MOTHER: Collette Chittock nee Alderton SIBLING(S): None BIRTH ORDER: n/a CHILDREN: n/a PET(S): None. She never got one when she went to Hogwarts, but she’s been thinking about getting a cat for some time. OTHER IMPORTANT RELATIVES: Honestly, the Chittock’s have very little family outside their immediate circle PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS: Peter Pettigrew ARRESTS?: None PRISON TIME?: N/a

OCCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Working as Sienna Rowle’s stylist/assistant SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Sponsorship through her podcast CONTENT WITH THEIR JOB (OR LACK THERE OF)?: Very content. The podcast and getting to work with people she really admires is basically a dream come true for her. Working with Sienna, on the other hand, is just super fun? She actually really enjoys it and she can’t deny that the benefits of the job (ie pretty great pay, tagging along on trips, etc is awesome as well) PAST JOB(S): Internship at the WWN SPENDING HABITS: She used to spend way more than she has. Now she can actually afford to buy the things she likes but really she’s just... lowkey a shopaholic? She likes to shop, she loves to buy things for other people. MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION:

SKILLS & ABILITIES

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English DRIVE?: Barely. Her family does own a car, simply because they live outside of London and relying on the floo and apparition constantly just isn’t an option. But she never properly learned how to drive? She’s driven it maybe a handful of times and is basically an old lady at the wheel. JUMP-STAR A CAR?: LOL CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: Definitely not RIDE A BICYCLE?: Yes SWIM?: Yes PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: She used to play the piano fairly well but she hasn’t touched one since she was at least fifteen. It’s unlikely she could do more than a few cords and a few songs burned into memory. PLAY CHESS?: Nope BRAID HAIR?: Yes, she loves to braid her hair! Her mum used to dutch braid her hair every night before bed and so she usually sleeps in braids out of habit? Girl likes her braids. TIE A TIE?: Yes, she learned before Hogwarts on her father. Frankly, he liked to pretend that he couldn’t, it was very cute but also pretty horrifying until she got the hang of it. PICK A LOCK?: She probably thinks she’d be able to do so with a bobby pin if she tried (thanks to all those muggle films), but thankfully, there’s alohamora.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: Cierra Ramirez EYE COLOR: Dark brown HAIR COLOR: Dark brown, almost black HAIR TYPE/STYLE: She’s always kept it fairly long and can pretty much count the times she’s cut her hair in her life. Depending on her mood she’ll straighten it or just curl it; but Glenda’s gotten pretty decent at updos in the last year or so. She’ll throw in the occasional space buns or whatnot. GLASSES/CONTACTS?: Glasses but really only for reading far away/watching television. At Hogwarts she constantly forgot to take them to class with her, which often resulted in needing to take notes from whoever was sitting next to her. She’s gotten much better at wearing them when she actually needs them. DOMINANT HAND: Right handed HEIGHT: 5′1″ or 155 cm WEIGHT: We don’t need to know that BUILD: Petite/curvy EXERCISE HABITS: Honestly, she doesn’t really go to the gym unless someone forces her to go with them. Back at school when Amelia was on the quidditch team, the girls would regularly work out together. Now she more so relies on youtube videos and a yoga mat to get a workout done in her room TATTOOS: None, although she’s not opposed PIERCINGS: She’s had the standard lobe piercings for as long as she can remember, but has gotten some over the years. Two on each lobe, as well as her helix and tragus on one side, and rook on the other. MARKS/SCARS: Most of her scrapes were healed before they ever got a chance to scar; but she does have one particularly notable one on the back of her neck. Not having listened to her mum, she’d hurt herself and terrified of getting in trouble, had hidden the pretty large cut away. Sadly, it had resulted in dittany not being used soon enough. NOTABLE FEATURES: None USUAL EXPRESSION: LOL let’s just say resting bitch face. CLOTHING STYLE: Honestly, it’s always changing. Glenda’s super into what’s trendy and ‘in’ and her style really reflects that. She loves bright colors and things that make her stand out (especially given that she’s so short), and her staple is heels. She honestly almost always has some sort of heel on. JEWELRY: She basically always wears her mothers necklace that was given to her before leaving for Hogwarts. It’s a pretty simple design, just a small pendant with a tiny wildflower in resin. Earrings are also a staple for her, she rarely takes them out and is always sporting something. ALLERGIES: Pollen, latex, dogs. Sad. DIET: She’ll literally try anything once PHYSICAL AILMENTS: None to make note of

PSYCHOLOGY

MORAL ALIGNMENT: True Neutral TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE: Musical Intelligence APPROXIMATE IQ: 121 MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: None SOCIABILITY: Emotive PHOBIA(S): Touching raw cotton, spiders ADDICTION(S): At most her phone DRUG USE: Occasionally will smoke some weed but more socially than anything else ALCOHOL USE: Again occasionally and as a social thing PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: Not really. Although she might want to sometimes, Glenda’s never actually hit anyone

MANNERISMS

SPEECH STYLE: Very casual QUIRKS: Her height, she’s so short. She talks pretty loudly and very quickly compared to others, she’s definitely that person that you have to remind to speak quieter sometimes. Very extroverted HOBBIES: Roller skating, baking HABITS: She has pretty much the same wake up routine? Cannot function without making some tea in the morning. NERVOUS TICKS: Lip nibbling. So much lip nibbling. When she’s uncomfortable or nervous or basically anything other than neutral. She also tends to wring her hands when she’s nervous and she’ll fiddle with her rings or any jewelry she might have on. DRIVES/MOTIVATIONS: Honestly, she’s just always trying to one-up herself. It’s not that she necessarily has to prove anything to anyone accept herself. FEARS: Being mediocre. Although she wouldn’t admit it, she’s terrified of people hating or disliking her when she does actually put herself out there. POSITIVE TRAITS: NEGATIVE TRAITS: SENSE OF HUMOR: DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: Not too much, but she doesn’t mind cursing and regularly does so CATCHPHRASE(S): None, really?

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: Listening to music tbh. ANIMAL: To have? Cats. To just like admire? Sloths, man. BEVERAGE: Tea COLOR: Pink DESIGNER: Marc Jacobs FOOD: Straight up just some farfalle with pesto and loaded with pine nuts. Topped with some parm. Amazing. FLOWER: Daffodils GEM: Amethyst HOLIDAY: Halloween MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: Apparition MOVIE: Ever After MUSICAL ARTIST: Tove Lo maybe? Stevie Nicks? SCENERY: Some pretty fucking mountains, man. SCENT: Woodsy, musky scents. Or rose. SPORT: Honestly, none SPORTS TEAM: ^^^ TELEVISION SHOW: Superstore, Arrested Development. ...Greys Anatomy WEATHER: Snow!! VACATION DESTINATION: She’s gone nowhere really, like, she’s been on one holiday because of Sienna and so I don’t think she actually has a favorite.

ATTITUDES

GREATEST DREAM: That her podcast really, really takes off. That she becomes properly relevant in the music industry as someone who genuinely has something to say. GREATEST FEAR: Irrelevance, but also loneliness. She doesn’t want to base anything of herself on love or relationships but she definitely has this fear of ultimately being alone. Or not even being alone, but being lonely. MOST AT EASE WHEN: In her room, hanging out with her best friends and listening to music. It’s peaceful, it’s happy. LEAST AT EASE WHEN: In a new environment with new people that she doesn’t necessarily know or trust. She’s not necessarily uncomfortable, but she’s more on guard than in any other situation.

#bio #if witchery is a sin she’s going to burn-smiling︱Glenda Chittock

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princeyitz · 6 years ago

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GET TO KNOW ME TAG why r there so many questions </3

@viiavi tagged me(and mayb someone else??? i dont know tumblr notifs are awful)

uhhhmmm i tag @ratboysims @felicitum @bullsim @keysims @bratsims and uhhmmmmm any1 else that wants to do it just say i tag u

also here’s a bad edit of my simselfs outfit its cute and basically what i wear everyday gotta wear those nikes get some good ass arch support u feel me

1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? byrd

2. WHAT IS YOUR NICKNAME? byrdie, b

3. BIRTHDAY? june 3rd babey

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK SERIES? harry potter

5. DO YOU BELIEVE IN ALIENS OR GHOSTS? ye s

6. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR? i dont think i have one. picking faves for literature has always been hard for me

7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE RADIO STATION? i listen 2 podcasts

8. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLAVOR OF ANYTHING? ummm dark chocolate or mango

9. WHAT WORD WOULD YOU USE OFTEN TO DESCRIBE SOMETHING GREAT OR WONDERFUL? awesome

10. WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT FAVORITE SONG? thank you next look its a good song ok

11. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WORD? ridiculous but how my mom says it like a harry potter spell

12. WHAT WAS THE LAST SONG YOU LISTENED TO? ummmm something by halsey i think

13. WHAT TV SHOW WOULD YOU RECOMMEND FOR EVERYBODY TO WATCH? im binge watching greys anatomy so that i guess but also my fave show of all time stargate

14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE TO WATCH WHEN YOU’RE FEELING DOWN? moana

15. DO YOU PLAY VIDEO GAMES? yea

16. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR? failure

17. WHAT IS YOUR BEST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? i give good cuddles

18. WHAT IS YOUR WORST QUALITY, IN YOUR OPINION? i have no patience and i worry too much

19. DO YOU LIKE CATS OR DOGS BETTER? yes(dogs)

20. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON? fall

21. ARE YOU IN A RELATIONSHIP? yes! we’re getting married next october :-)

22. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU MISS FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD? no responsibilities!!! no bills!!!! also my moms cooking

23. WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND? her name is lauren but also my fiance and my dog

24. WHAT IS YOUR EYE COLOR? dark green

25. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR? brown

26. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU LOVE? my fam, my fiance, my dogs, my close friends

27. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU TRUST? my fiance 100%

28. WHO IS SOMEONE YOU THINK ABOUT OFTEN? my parents i worry about their health and also my sister bc she’s in a new relationship

29. ARE YOU CURRENTLY EXCITED ABOUT/FOR SOMETHING? my sisters dog just had puppies so im excited to see them

30. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST OBSESSION? hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm rn sims

31. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW AS A CHILD? probably rugrats and also x files

32. WHO OF THE OPPOSITE GENDER CAN YOU TELL ANYTHING TO, IF ANYONE? my dad

33. ARE YOU SUPERSTITIOUS? hell yes big time

34. DO YOU HAVE ANY UNUSUAL PHOBIAS? well i still cant drive so like. driving i guess

35. DO YOU PREFER TO BE IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA OR BEHIND IT?uhhh behind i hate when others take pics of me lol

36. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE HOBBY? writing and simblr i guess

37. WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? actually i think it was the adventure zone graphic novel does that count

38. WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? the crimes of grindelwald

39. WHAT MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? i can sing

40. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL? owls

41. WHAT ARE YOUR TOP 5 FAVORITE TUMBLR BLOGS THAT YOU FOLLOW? i feel like im on the spot ummmmm @felicitum @keysims @smart--milk @surreysimmer @hesitantpixels

42. WHAT SUPERPOWER DO YOU WISH YOU HAD? u ever seen heroes? remember how peter was like a sponge well i wish i could do that but with like, normal knowledge/skills. like if i met someone who was a carpenter or dr i could shake their hand and i knew everything they did about that and could learn new languages that way too. i wanna b a sponge

43. WHEN AND WHERE DO YOU FEEL MOST AT PEACE? in my bed w my fiance and dogs in a cuddle pile

44. WHAT MAKES YOU SMILE? when we ask blu if she’s a sleepy baby and she tilts her head

45. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY, IF ANY? none bitch

46. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DRINK? water all day every day im a camel hi

47. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A HAND-WRITTEN LETTER OR NOTE TO SOMEBODY? uhhh probably recently at work

48. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? as i get older yes

49. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? when people talk down to me because of my identity or age

50. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO A CONCERT? yea!! the last one we went to was p!nk im pretty sure

51. ARE YOU VEGAN/VEGETARIAN? no

52. WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE, WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GREW UP? a cardiologist

53. WHAT FICTIONAL WORLD WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE IN? hmmmmmmmm probs harry potter tbh

54. WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU WORRY ABOUT? money!!!!

55. ARE YOU SCARED OF THE DARK? yes and no

56. DO YOU LIKE TO SING? yup!!! i dont sing as often as i used to tho its sad

57. HAVE YOU EVER SKIPPED SCHOOL? no

58. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE ON THE PLANET? i really love big bear and catalina island

59. WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE TO LIVE? doesnt really matter as long as its not a big city and relatively close to family

60. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? we have 2 doggos

61. ARE YOU MORE OF AN EARLY BIRD OR A NIGHT OWL? tbh i am a mix of both now, tho i used to be a night owl

62. DO YOU LIKE SUNRISES OR SUNSETS BETTER? sunset

63. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO DRIVE? no :-)

64. DO YOU PREFER EARBUDS OR HEADPHONES? earbuds sometimes headphones hurt my ears esp bc i always wear glasses

65. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES? yes and im getting war flashbacks

66. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE GENRE OF MUSIC? pretty much anything besides hardcore rap, country, and religious music, also nothing too poppy

67. WHO IS YOUR HERO? probs my mama

68. DO YOU READ COMIC BOOKS? ye

69. WHAT MAKES YOU THE MOST ANGRY? when they only brew decaf at work

70. DO YOU PREFER TO READ ON AN ELECTRONIC DEVICE OR WITH A REAL BOOK? both

71. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL? i really loved english

72. DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS? i have two brothers and two sisters

73. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT? flowers for my mother in law

74. HOW TALL ARE YOU? 5′7″

75. CAN YOU COOK? yes

76. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU LOVE? coffee, purple flowers, the lil potbellies that all puppies have

77. WHAT ARE THREE THINGS THAT YOU HATE? decaf coffee, peas, when people say my name wrong

78. DO YOU HAVE MORE FEMALE FRIENDS OR MORE MALE FRIENDS? uhhh i guess just bc thats who im around more

79. WHAT IS YOUR SEXUAL ORIENTATION? gay af my dudes

80. WHERE DO YOU CURRENTLY LIVE? i live in southern california

81. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TEXTED? my mom i think

82. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? a while ago

83. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE YOUTUBER? garrett watts is fun

84. DO YOU LIKE TO TAKE SELFIES? sure

85. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE APP? digit it saves me money

86. WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR PARENT(S) LIKE? im super close with my parents and relatively close w my fiances parents as well

87. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOREIGN ACCENT? hmmm probs middle eastern

88. WHAT IS A PLACE THAT YOU’VE NEVER BEEN TO, BUT YOU WANT TO VISIT? seattle

89. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? 3

90. CAN YOU JUGGLE? lmao no

91. ARE YOU RELIGIOUS? not really

92. DO YOU FIND OUTER SPACE OR THE DEEP OCEAN TO BE MORE INTERESTING? both but i tend to lean more towards the ocean

93. DO YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF TO BE A DAREDEVIL? not at all im a chicken

94. ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO ANYTHING? nope

95. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? y...es

96. CAN YOU WIGGLE YOUR EARS? n o?

97. HOW OFTEN DO YOU ADMIT THAT YOU WERE WRONG ABOUT SOMETHING? when i am wrong lol i dont care too much about being right

98. DO YOU PREFER THE FOREST OR THE BEACH? forest 100%

99. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIECE OF ADVICE THAT ANYONE HAS EVER GIVEN YOU? trust your instincts

100. ARE YOU A GOOD LIAR? yes

101. WHAT IS YOUR HOGWARTS HOUSE? hufflepuff

102. DO YOU TALK TO YOURSELF? sometimes

103. ARE YOU AN INTROVERT OR AN EXTROVERT? v big introvert

104. DO YOU KEEP A JOURNAL/DIARY? no

105. DO YOU BELIEVE IN SECOND CHANCES? kind of

106. IF YOU FOUND A WALLET FULL OF MONEY ON THE GROUND, WHAT WOULD YOU DO? pick it up and return it to its owner

107. DO YOU BELIEVE THAT PEOPLE ARE CAPABLE OF CHANGE? yes but they have to believe in it too

108. ARE YOU TICKLISH? yes but u cant tell nobody knows ok thanks

109. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON A PLANE? yeah they’re cool

110. DO YOU HAVE ANY PIERCINGS? my ears and my septum

111. WHAT FICTIONAL CHARACTER DO YOU WISH WAS REAL? sam carter from stargate shes smart

112. DO YOU HAVE ANY TATTOOS? yeah i have 10 i think

113. WHAT IS THE BEST DECISION THAT YOU’VE MADE IN YOUR LIFE SO FAR? opening up to people

114. DO YOU BELIEVE IN KARMA? 110% yes

115. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES OR CONTACTS? glasses

116. DO YOU WANT CHILDREN? yeah i want 5 but i dont think i can afford that many someone start a gofundme for my future babeys

117. WHO IS THE SMARTEST PERSON YOU KNOW? my best friend

118. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MEMORY? i told my middle school crush that i liked her and then she told everyone and thats the story of how i repressed me sexuality until i was 20

119. HAVE YOU EVER PULLED AN ALL-NIGHTER? many times

120. WHAT COLOR ARE MOST OF YOU CLOTHES? black

121. DO YOU LIKE ADVENTURES? yes but carefully planned and well thought out adventures where i have a checklist and a binder of all the information i need listen i am v anxious everything is scary

122. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON TV? when i was a baby i was on the news lmao

123. HOW OLD ARE YOU? 25

124. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE QUOTE? to thine own self be true wow super lame and cliche thanks im tired is this done yet

125. DO YOU PREFER SWEET OR SAVORY FOODS? savory i dont have much of a sweet tooth

#tagged #about #simself #i stayed up past my bedtime to do this #im sleepy

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taeheyhey · 6 years ago

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Chapter 18 - What Are We Doing Now?

Taehyung x Reader - Fluff/Angst - 3.8k words

A/N - Helloooo! Here is chapter 18, I hope you all enjoy it a lot! If you have time or the inclination, please leave me a like or a comment or a wee reblog, it really helps motivate me to keep on writing and to try to create better things. BTW If you have sent me a request, rest assured I'm getting through them!

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It had taken some time and an awful lot of effort, but for the most part life had returned more or less to normal. There were still times, particularly when you weren’t working at the bar or otherwise occupied, where thoughts of Taehyung would take up residence in your mind and stubbornly stay there for an hour or two, sometimes longer. On more than a few of these occasions you had felt the very powerful urge to crack open your ancient laptop and indulge in a quick image search, just to remind yourself that, yes: that inhumanly beautiful, kind and talented man had brightened the mundanity of your life for the briefest of moments.

You had decided early on it would be advisable to persist in resisting these urges to the best of your ability, mostly for your own emotional well-being. There was no way you could trivialise the significance of the time you had spent together, but to dwell on the loss of it was ultimately unconstructive and damaging, and you decided you had spent far too much of your life allowing the actions of others to dictate your own. You would always treasure those few days with Taehyung, but you told yourself that you could – and would – move on from it.

Not only did you tell yourself, you also told Ronnie, loudly and often. There would probably have been more chance of him believing you if he hadn’t decided to check in on you on one of your nights off. He had found you most of the way through a bottle of wine and a large Toblerone, the room in darkness but for the glow from the laptop, headphones in and completely engrossed and teary-eyed over a compilation video of Taehyung with animals, gesturing despairingly in silence at the video. You had woken the following morning with a hangover and a half-melted chocolate triangle stuck to your neck and committed to a YouTube and all round Taehyung internet search ban for the sake of your sanity.

Still the hours turned in to days and then in to weeks as they have a tendency to do and before you knew it, it had been three months since that fateful night at the hotel in the city. You had spent a large potion of your days searching for an extra job to help Ronnie pay for the upkeep of the bar. He refused to let you work for him for room and board and insisted on paying you a wage, even though dwindling patron numbers and rapidly increasing rent meant he could scarcely afford it.

“I know you don’t like talking about it with me Ronnie, but how long can we realistically keep this place open if we keep having nights like last night?” you called to him behind the bar.

He was rearranging the bottles of liquor and spirits for want of something to do. He would normally be re-stocking the fridges but given that only two bottles had been removed from them, it wouldn’t have occupied him for very long.

You were counting out the money from the previous day, not that it took a great deal of time to do so. Over the space of five hours, four people had walked through the door of Ronnie’s. One was Peter, two made up an elderly couple who came in once a week to nurse one drink each over a two hour period, and the last had been a gentleman who had gotten lost on the way to the city centre and needed to use the bathroom. You had at least managed to talk him in to buying a coke.

“What’s all this 'we' talk? It’s not your problem to worry about.” He retorted, shifting his eyes indecisively back and forth between an unopened bottle of beer and the large mug of black coffee you had placed in front of him some minutes earlier.

You observed him through his reflection in the mirror behind the bar, and to your immense relief he turned to face you with the mug in his hand, before walking around the bar to sit down and join you. “What do you mean 'not my problem'? If Hannah comes back and finds out I’ve not been looking after you, she’ll nag both of us to the brink of insanity.”

He grumbled in acknowledgement. “She always was like her mother,” he smiled sadly and sighed, taking a large gulp of his drink to cover up the waver in his voice.

You reached over the table and placed your hand on his forearm and squoze in what you hoped was a reassuring manner. Hannah had been gone for over half a year now, and he was obviously missing her, and you used the ensuing silence to consider how best to respond to Ronnie’s sudden melancholy.

You had learned not to push it when it came to his vulnerable moments, you simply had to take your cues from him and wait to see if he elaborated, if he did not the most constructive option was to move the conversation on to something else. Usually food.

“Should I go down to the cafe and get us some lunch?” You proposed after waiting a sufficient amount of time for him to continue the conversation should he wish to do so.

As if by magic his face brightened, and even if it was solely for you benefit you were relieved, knowing that he would be embarrassed later on if he continued to wallow in front of you. He reached in to his pocket to retrieve his wallet, and you placed a stilling hand on his shoulder.

“Please just let me do this at least? Peter gave me a twenty last night.” You announced, pulling the note from the back pocket of your jeans and holding it aloft like a precious relic.

“Jesus, what’s that all about?” Ronnie pondered aloud, shuffling off his chair and making for the sink with his now empty mug, picking up yours on the way.

Peter had been a fixture in the bar almost all day, every day since you had begun working at Ronnie’s, always wearing the same brown overcoat and thin-lipped grimace beneath his unkempt beard, and he rarely tipped, only at Christmas and on the rare occasions he had won at the horses. “Who knows? Maybe he’s secretly loaded?”

“Well it would make sense, it’s hard not to make a success of yourself with that level of charisma,” Ronnie quipped in response.

You smiled wryly and pulled on your hoodie, pulling open the front door as Peter barrelled in with impeccable timing. As the door closed behind you and your stepped out in to the drizzling rain, you heard Ronnie bellow an overly enthusiastic greeting at Peter for comic effect.

You pulled your hood over your untidy hair and shoved your hands in to your pockets as you faced in to the wind on your way to the cafe. You could remember running down this path away from Taehyung playfully and feeling as though you didn’t have a care in the world. You imagined how different a figure you cut now, shoulders hunched over against the weather, eyes downcast as you allowed the grief to consume you just for this walk; just while you were alone.

In much the same way as Ronnie’s rapid switch from his gloomy countenance earlier was largely for your benefit, your own emotional recovery was feigned in large part to reduce how often you would find him watching you with ill-concealed concern plastered across his face. Your despondency was abruptly overpowered by guilt as you wondered how much of Ronnie’s own sadness at missing his daughter he had successfully hidden from you as you wallowed in the wake of Taehyung’s departure.

Before you could think on it for much longer you had arrived at the cafe. You placed your fingers around the door handle and took a deep breath in. You hadn’t been in here since that morning with Taehyung, and you felt that familiar clenching in your heart and the hot sting behind your eyes. Again, you allowed yourself to feel it only for a few moments before exhaling and pushing down on the handle.

There were no more than three tables occupied in the cafe, the breakfast rush long since ended, and those that were seated paid little attention to you as you entered the room, save for the couple by the front door who grumbled simultaneously as a sliver of the outside was allowed in with your arrival.

Over by the counter you could see Jess talking intimately with a young man wearing a woollen hat pulled down over his ears, and she giggled coquettishly as he stretched over the bar and planted a peck on her cheek. She looked so happy. That is until she raised her eyes at the sound of the door being blown shut again and found you smiling warmly at her. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped loose, the beginning of your name falling from her open mouth.

You frowned, perturbed by her reaction to your presence, until the man in the hat turned to the entrance to follow the line of Jess' gaze. Mark.

You could feel your eyebrows make a mad dash towards your hairline as you took in their shocked expressions, almost comical in their similarity. After a beat you allowed your face to relax as you strolled over to them, trying not to be unsettled by the dual frozen stare you were being subjected to.

You could understand why they were freaked out, but you were honestly more interested in getting back to Ronnie equipped with lunch.

“Hi,” you offered in greeting to both of them, although it left your mouth as a question.

“I’m, um...just going to...” Mark awkwardly shuffled around you and headed for the restrooms, almost pushing open the ladies door in his fluster.

You were left face to face with Jess, whose eyes were still the size of saucers and whose mouth was opening and closing uselessly like a fish. “Y/N I...” she finally mumbled.

“Jess, calm down. What do you think is happening right now?” You had absolutely no issue with her, you never had, and you certainly were not going to allow something as inconsequential as your ex-boyfriend dating her make that somehow be otherwise.

She still looked edgy and incredibly apologetic, her eyebrows knitted together in a picture of remorse. “Did someone tell you about us? Is that why you’re here?”

You sighed heavily. “Honestly Jess, I just want a sandwich. No offence, but I genuinely couldn’t care less that Mark’s out there again.” You ran your finger down the menu as you spoke, your focus on the task at hand. You raised your eyes to meet hers earnestly for a moment. “Is he good to you?”

She eyed you warily as though it was a trick question. “Yes,” she eventually answered, her posture relaxing visibly. “Oh,” she said suddenly, her face lighting up with realisation and relief. “You were with that really good-looking guy right? Of course. Jesus,” you could see her eyes glaze over and you knew she was trying to visualise him. “How’s that going?” Her tone was jovial now and she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively the way she had when you had sat opposite Taehyung a quarter of a year ago.

You gave a tight-lipped smile in response and returned your gaze to the menu so she couldn’t see the tears begin to gather at the memory. “It’s not,” you answered quietly.

“Oh,” came her reply, and she reached over the counter cautiously before awkwardly patting the top of your hand that was resting there.

Mark chose this moment to resume his position opposite Jess on the customer side of the counter, with a slight angle adjustment to ensure he left a wide area to allow for your presence as though you might physically lash out at any moment. Jess shifted her eyes back and forth between the two of you and the entire situation suddenly struck you as totally ridiculous, breaking you from your sombre reminiscence and causing an amused snort to burst forth from you, making Mark jump almost a foot in the air such was the anxiety you seemed to have instilled in him.

The tension broken between you and Jess at least, she joined you in your laughter much to Mark's chagrin, his expression only causing you both to laugh harder. “What are you having then?” She managed after taking some deep breaths.

“Two large BLTs please, hold the lettuce and tomato on one.”

She smiled and nodded, turning to face the grill and seeing to your order, leaving you and your ex-boyfriend to stand side-by-side in uncomfortable silence, from his perspective at least.

Just as Jess began to wrap the two sandwiches in paper, Mark turned to you. “How have you been?”

The words were strained, forced, and you knew he must feel embarrassed about the last time you had seen him.

“Good,” you answered noncommittally. “You?”

“Well you know...” he muttered while you fantasised about nails scraping down a chalkboard as a preferable alternative to this conversation. “Are you still seeing –”

“We really don’t need to do this, Mark,” you cut him off, gratefully accepting the two wrapped parcels as Jess handed them over to you. She took the twenty from your grasp in turn and pushed seemingly random buttons in the register to open it. You leant close to your ex so you couldn’t be heard by anyone else. “Don’t fuck this up with her, okay?” you advised sincerely before taking your change and offering them both a genuine parting smile, pulling the front door open once more to incur the passive-aggressive wrath of the chilly couple by the entrance.

~~~

“I still don’t understand why you want us all to wear these, Jimin.” Jin called out as he stood in the doorway of the studio, a pink towelling headband adorned with a spotted bow dangling from his long finger and held away from his body with faint disgust in his expression as though it smelled unpleasant.

Jungkook was adjusting his own headband in the wall of full length mirrors at one end of the entirely white room, frowning as he pulled it forwards and then pushed it back again. “Because it’s funny, hyung,” he answered on Jimin’s behalf as he saw him speaking quietly with a blatantly forlorn Taehyung in the opposite corner of the room.

Namjoon had been standing with them initially, the three of them whispering with their heads close together, the leader occasionally extending his arm around Taehyung to massage his shoulder soothingly. He had left just as Jin had entered, striding from the room purposefully with a determined expression on his face, and the oldest had watched him walk down the corridor to his own studio in confusion.

Hoseok appeared from behind Jin and walked over to crouch beside the maknae, affectionately ruffling his hair and undoing the work he had done to position the pink material to his satisfaction. “What makes it funny, Kookie?”

Despite his mild annoyance at the disruption, he smiled a toothy grin up at the dancer and pulled at the two sides of the bow so they stood almost vertically from the top of his head. “Just look at it,” he raised his hands to frame them around his latest adjustment to emphasise his words. Hoseok clearly remained unconvinced but returned the grin anyway, straightening up and walking back out of the room to get his make up fixed before the broadcast began, grabbing one of the remaining four headbands from the small box Jimin had placed on a chair by the door on his arrival.

Jin still stood at the door, placing his hands at his hips and eyeing Jungkook suspiciously. “Ya, Jungkook-ah, you never agree with Jimin’s ideas. What’s going on? What are you up to, both of you? Is it a prank? A hidden camera?” With each question he strode further in to the room, and the intonation of his voice rose until it was almost manic. He came to a halt beside Jungkook in front if the mirror and haphazardly dragged the head over his thick black hair and examined his reflection. “It’s ruining my handsome face, ah!” He joked loudly as one side of the band lay heavily over one eye, forcing it shut.

There was a weird energy in the room and Jin was doing his best to remedy it, and as always he was ecstatic to find Jungkook laughing fondly at him. He laughed even harder as Jin removed the band from his head and stepped in to it, one foot at a time, and pulled it up so that it was somehow encircling his waist, and began to dance around the room in an effort to catch Taehyung’s attention with the intention of perhaps making him laugh too. He had been so dejected since their arrival home all those weeks ago and – while the second youngest had seemed much quieter in general that year – it still worried him and the other members, but as the oldest, Jin felt a large amount of responsibility for all of them, especially the three youngest.

Having finished in the make up room, Hoseok returned to the mirror to attempt to display the towelling monstrosity in a vaguely flattering way. He turned to Yoongi, who had been sat silently on the floor the entire time they had been in the dance studio with the bow already perched atop his bleached hair, and huffed out a sigh. “You are okay with this, hyung?”

Yoongi looked up as though noticing there were other people in the room for the first time, lowering his phone in to his lap. “It’s something to do with Taehyung and his girl,” he said nonchalantly, but such was the quiet in the room as Jin had chosen that moment to cease leaping around it, that the sound of his voice travelled across the studio. “Just wear it.” The five other members turned to stare at him in astonishment, and he retrieved his phone from between his crossed legs unperturbed. “What? I thought everyone knew. We’ve been doing such weird stuff these past couple of months.” He shrugged and carried on watching music videos on his phone.

It took a few moments for the members to unfreeze, almost as though when Yoongi has pressed play on his media player it had affected the members too. The three youngest exchanged worried glances and Hoseok continued to stare mutely at his fellow rapper.

The eldest stood dumbly as the cogs whirred around in his mind. The penny dropping was almost audible and if the room had been dark Jin would swear the others would have seen the lightbulb ping on above his head. “Jimin-ah,” he called out accusatorily across the room. “Is that why you asked me to learn to play that song?”

~~~

With the wind at your back and the strange sense of closure you felt following your encounter with Mark and Jess at the cafe, your steps felt swifter and a little lighter as you made your way back to the bar with your precious cargo.

You missed Taehyung. There was no denying it. You supposed a part of you would always miss Taehyung and mourn what could have been had circumstances been entirely different on all fronts. Having said that, had the situation been entirely altered, you imagined there would have been absolutely no reason for him to come to your part of the world. Either way it remained wholly pointless to speculate on what could have been, even if it was a perfectly wonderful way of spending your time when it didn’t feel like a million pins pricking at your heart.

If Mark was able to pull himself from his funk and get back out there, then so could you. Not that you had any intention to start trying to date again, but thinking back on the state you last found Mark in three months ago, the improvement was jarring and caused the tiniest spark of optimism in you. Mark had four entire years to move on from, surely getting over three days would be an absolute breeze in comparison...right?

You arrived back at the bar and pushed the door ajar with your shoulder as you cradled the sandwiches. Walking over to the bar, you handed Ronnie the sandwich containing only bacon and took in the strange expression on his face. He looked to be on the verge of laughter but desperately trying to hold it in, his face reddening from the effort.

“Ronnie, what on earth is going on? Is everything alright, you look...” You weren’t sure how you should finish the sentence. In all honesty he looked constipated.

A weird squeak escaped him as he opened his mouth to speak. “Y/N, I know you’ve had a rough few weeks, but...” he clasped his hands together in barely-concealed delight, his face stretched in to a smile so broad it was hurting your cheeks just looking at him. “There’s someone here who might just make you feel a little bit better.”

Your entire body froze, even your heart felt as if it had stopped. It couldn’t be, could it? You stared unblinking at the door Ronnie was gesturing flamboyantly at as though he were a magician at a child’s birthday party, your breathing coming in short, sharp gasps and you felt light-headed from the lack of oxygen reaching your brain.

“Are you ready?” he asked excitedly, his voice booming, though you may as well have been under water given the way his question sounded to your ears.

Your voice was barely a whisper as Ronnie stretched out his hand to wrap it around the doorknob, drawing out the tension unintentionally cruelly and indulgently. “Yes.”

“Ta-da!” he announced and pulled open the door with a flourish.

“Y/N!” Your best friend since practically birth screeched joyfully as she ran towards you with open arms, and you embraced her tightly and gratefully, not fully realising just how much you had missed her smile, her laugh, and – especially at that particular moment in time – her hugs.

“Oh my god, Hannah! I can’t believe it! I am so happy you’re here!” You declared sincerely as you pulled her tighter in to the hug.

You felt completely ashamed at the split-second of disappointment that had swept through you momentarily as you realised it was not Taehyung standing on the other side of the door. It was then that you knew for sure that trying to move on from him was going to be even harder than you had initially thought.

A/N Chapter 19 will be out same time next week! Only 4 more chapters to go! Thank you again for reading you sweethearts xxx

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