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wordsinwinters · 7 years ago

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Then Again, P3 Peter Parker x Reader

Author’s Note: Thank you again to everyone who liked Part 1 and Part 2! Each notification I get makes me embarrassingly happy - it really means a lot. I appreciate your notes more than I can say! (and if you want to leave a review, that’s super appreciated as well!)

About the story: I am so excited for the next chapter update! It’s awful writing Peter being as rude as he seems during this section, but upcoming chapters will fluctuate between his P.O.V. and the reader’s. Hopefully, that’ll clear things up and he'll seem more in character. I really love writing his chapters, they’re my favorites.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

Anyway, here we go!

Then Again, Part 3:

(Word count: 1,813)

Aside from Peter’s obtrusive moodiness, the dinner ends up better than I imagined. We try to avoid too much debating - to save our brainpower for the coming tournament... and, though no one says it, to avoid being kicked out of the restaurant because Peter was getting way too loud while arguing with Flash.

Instead, we go a different route. We breathe life back into a handful of school memories, the kind I hope we always remember, even when we’re eighty. A personal favorite of mine is the time the captain of our baseball team misheard “shoe string” as “g-string” during the “Lost and Found” pep assembly game and, without hesitation, reached into his pocket and threw one down to Mr. Harrington (whose face was appropriately horrified). Or, a favorite of everyone’s, the time Abe spilled saline on Flash in Chemistry. Most of us were there when Flash pulled the emergency shower and started stripping in the middle of class because he assumed the liquid was acid and Abe was laughing too hard to tell him otherwise.

“Seriously? That’s so old!” (It was only two months ago.) Flash can’t let that story slip without protesting, yet he has to force his own laughter down. His mouth might be running, but I can tell he’s mostly amused, partly embarrassed. For once, he doesn’t seem like such an asshole. “And you shouldn’t laugh, Y/N, given what you did in first grade!”

I raise an eyebrow.

“Me? What about first grade?” I ask. He raises an eyebrow back to me as I squint, trying to recall. After a long pause, I remember. “Oh.... That about first grade.”

Of course he remembers. My face is changing colors, I know it is.

“Are you blushing?” Ned asks, astonished and intrigued.

I try to stifle the laughter rising in my throat. It bursts out anyway. I really can’t believe I forgot about this. If Flash hadn’t mentioned it, maybe by the grace of God, it would never have crossed my mind again. Damn you, Flash.

Peter shifts in his seat. His arm brushes mine as Flash begins to boast; he pulls it back. It makes me jump, just barely, from the warmth.

“Miss Goodie Goodie Two Shoes dragged me,” Flash says, “an innocent young boy, under the slide - during recess - to kiss me. And boy did she.”

Flash leans back in his chair, arms crossed, with an I won smirk that he directs at me, then Peter.

Screw you, Flash.

“You did not,” Michelle says in disbelief. “You kissed Flash?! And never mentioned it?”

“Hold on!” I say. Side conversations have halted for this piece of old gossip and there is no way Flash gets to bring me that low with something from a decade ago. “Back then, he was little, brainy Genie. And to be fair, he had a gumball machine delivered to my house. Yeah, Flash, don’t think I won’t bring up the fact you liked me, not the other way around. I assumed he was a rich prince and that if I kissed him, he would turn into a frog and I could steal his money from his locker and his desk. It wasn’t like I got naked in front of twenty-eight students and my teacher two months ago!”

“That’s so not how the fairytales go, Y/N,” Ned mutters. “Was your childhood okay?”

“You thought he was a frog?” Peter asks, speaking to me for the first time tonight. He crosses his arms.

“Yes, Peter Parker. I thought I could rob a magic frog prince. It borders on childhood criminal fantasy, but the point is: I was a child. You can’t make fun of me for something I did at six years old.”

“Oh, really? And what does frog taste like?”

His shoulder nudges mine as he leans in close, his eyes flickering to my lips for emphasis. My heartbeat is pulsing at the tips of my ears. I untuck my hair from them in case they turn red. I never thought he would look at me like this. Even if that look is for the wrong reason, it’s like a finger curling around my collar bone building pressure as it pulls downward. My breathing verges on painful.

What was the kiss like?

I pause.

“Dirt,” I say. Make this funny again. “Even as I dragged him to the slide, his hands were stuffing his mouth with dirt.”

Laughter erupts again. Thank God. Soon, Abe is almost in tears over it, clapping Flash on the back as Flash stammers to defend his choice of lunch ten years ago.

Peter goes silent again, eyes on the floor. Against my will, I can picture a tiny Peter Parker sulking inside my brain picking at the loose threads of my mental Perfect Day tapestry. My optimism is coming completely undone. Frustration or anxiety or both are pushing me off of my little “today” high.

We exit the restaurant at 10:27. Goodbyes and “See you in the morning!”’s pass between everyone in a jumble of half-conversations. I eavesdrop on Ned and Betty, both leaning against the window, cloaked in neon red glow with taxi headlights gliding over their kneecaps.

“So lame that Mr. Harrington won’t let us bring non-team members,” Ned’s saying. “He’s always being such a stick in the mud. Somebody should just... I don’t know.” He stumbles for words. “Like, kill him or something.”

Betty lets out an awkward chuckle.

“You know,” he hurries, “as, like, a prank.”

She snorts, covering her mouth as she doubles over.

“Totally. I’ll write the Morning Announcement piece on it and everything. See you in Psych in a few days?”

“Yeah! If I’m not in jail for murder, you know?”

Now they’re both laughing. Little stars of excitement bloom in my chest. I’m so glad Betty came. I’m thinking about all the future excuses I can muster up to force them to work with one another in class. My daydream dissolves as Michelle hip checks me back into the present.

“I hope you’re ready to lose a seventh hour buddy,” she whispers.

“Nah. I’ll stay on that love train as a third wheel. Gotta make sure the conductor doesn’t wreck it.”

“Trains have like, 8 wheels per segment.”

“Per car, you mean.”

“Exactly. I think Ned can handle it.”

“This must be a new record for us derailing a metaphor because I don’t follow the tracks you’re laying down.”

“Those are terrible puns and you know it.”

I shake my head and roll my eyes. The phrase I love my friends should be etched into the bone of each of my ribs. The phrase repeats itself so often in my head I like to visualize it that way.

As Cindy, Abe, Sally, and Betty wave goodbye, I turn to Ned. He’s waving back at them, a grin sprawled across his face. Eventually I catch his eye and smirk.

“You saw what you saw,” he mouths, jerking his head slightly to where Betty had been standing and giving me his best “cool guy” attitude.

Before I can respond, Flash finishes his conversation with Peter (which... though tense, didn’t seem hostile for once), and addresses the remaining four of us.

“You know, I thought this dinner thing was a joke at first, but it was actually... not the worse idea in the history of Midtown Tech. It gets an official Flash rating of Not Totally Lame.”

Michelle raises her eyebrows. Ned and Peter look vaguely annoyed. Personally, I’m not that surprised. (I’m kind of surprised - that he vocalized it.)

“You’re wel-”

“Yeah, dude, well, you were only invited a few hours ago,” Peter says. He scratches the bridge of his nose and rubs his eyebrow before making eye contact with Flash again. “And the rest of us planned this last month. Like, ages ago.”

Everyone freezes.

“Cool,” Flash says. “Bye guys. Fuck you, Penis Parker.”

Peter doesn’t speak a word as we walk back to his and May’s apartment. His behavior is so foreign, so drastically cold even compared to how he’s been all week, that Ned, Michelle, and I keep our mouths shut too. Until we reach the door.

Peter unlocks it and turns around.

“You guys staying here tonight?”

“Yeah,” says Ned with the tone of obviously.

“Do you want us to go home?” I ask.

He looks at the ground as he shrugs. He seems almost as shy as the first time I met him, years ago.

What is going on in Spider Town?

“Just thought you guys might sleep better in beds. I know that couch sucks.”

“The couch is fine,” I say, wondering if he needs the reassurance of us wanting to be there. “MJ is what sucks. She pushed me off in her sleep half a dozen times. This time, she gets to sleep on the edge.”

Michelle nods. “But if you try to spoon me even once, I’m going to roll over and crush you.”

Peter stops listening and pushes the door open.

I fight the urge to kick at his heel while I follow. Peter Parker has always been the sweetest person in this city. Right now, though, he’s genuinely pissing me off. He’s acted worse than Flash has tonight, completely unlike himself. If anything, he’s making Flash look like a better friend.

After faces are washed, teeth brushed, and retainers stuck into place (everyone but Michelle - her teeth are naturally perfect), we turn off the lights and head to our usual sleeping stations. Michelle and I on the couch, Peter and Ned in the bunk beds. I lie on the couch for fifteen minutes, itching my index finger.

“Hey, I’ll be right back. Don’t steal my spot.”

Because of my retainers, it sounds more like, “Don’t thteal my thpot.” I take them out.

Maybe I can end this on a good note.

I stumble in the dark for a few steps until I find the hallway with my hands. I reach Peter’s door and turn the knob. A quiet conversation stops.

“Ned,” I whisper from the doorway. “Before I go to bed, I just need to clarify: if you do murder Mr. Harrington, legally I’ll have to testify against you. And I don’t want to see you behind bars. Try a different way to impress her, maybe?”

“Oh my goddd,” Ned groans. “I.... I still have no idea why I said that.”

I imagine Peter smiling on his bunk. He probably isn’t. If he were in a good mood, he would laugh and ask what we were talking about. If he were in a better mood at all, he would know by now.

“I know,” I say. “Goodnight!”

As I pop back out of the room, I hear Ned’s reply and Peter’s quiet, “Yeah.”

Who says “Yeah” to a “Goodnight”?

Peter Parker, apparently.

Tomorrow, I’m either going to hug him or kill him.

Part 4

Next update: Saturday 7.

Or Friday 6 - whichever day you guys prefer.

I hope you guys enjoyed this! Let me know what you think!

P.S. I apologize for my awful frog jokes in P2 and P3.

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donttellpeterparker · 7 years ago

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Washington D.C P3

Summary: Who knew that a a trip to Washington D.C would be the beginning to everything unraveling.

Requested: No

Word Count: 3.4k+

Note: Part three of the ‘Washington D.C’ series!

Warning(s)?: Action!Spiderman, Cussing, fLUFFFF, Very Teen Wolf inspired near the end ;)

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Part 1 Part 2

Washington D.C

''Okay, seriously Peter where are you?'' You could hear Ned frantically speak into his phone as he began lagging behind the group. You guys had managed to win the decathlon, MJ taking out the winning answer causing everyone to roar with pride. Now you guys where on your way to visit the Washington Monument, a must see on your bucket list as you put it.

''Remember guys, stick to your pairs'' You couldn't help but to lightly scoff at your teachers instructions. You followed anyway, sticking with MJ till she told you she wasn't going in.

''I don't really feel like celebrating a building that was built by slaves'' She states to the teacher with a book in her hand. You stood beside her and took in the Monument that stands before you. It was freaking tall...

''I'm sure the Washington Monument wasn't built by...'' He trailed off, turning around to face on of the guards who shook his head at him, tilting his hand side to side as in disagreeing with him. He just nervously smiled, turning around to face both you and Michelle.

''Y/N?'' He asks, wondering if you were going to stay out here with MJ or not. You shook your head.

''I would come but... I don't have a partner'' You mumble out, now deciding you would rather stay with your friend here then go up. Besides the building was way too tall for your liking. You knew it was huge but until you saw it in person, the pictures never gave it enough justice.

''Ned!" He called out, grabbing Ned's attention from his cell. He quickly hang up his phone, walking up to you guys.

''You'll be with Y/N'' He states, not giving you guys a choice. You smiled, knowing you and Ned were going to get along fine. Ned seemed to have a worried looked plastered across his face which made you grow concerned. You lightly shook his shoulder as soon as you guys began heading into the building following your teacher.

''What's up?'' You asked. He just shook his head and walked through the doors, holding it open for you. You thanked him before he replied.

''Peter's not answering his phone...'' He lets out with a breath, putting both our bags through the security check. Once they were scanned you collected them on the other side, after walking through a metal detector.

''Well where the hell is he? He missed the whole decathlon...'' Ned didn't respond as you guys collected your things and made your way towards the rest of the group. You guys awaited for one of the security guards to escort you. You all hopping inside the elevator, beginning to take the ride up to the very top of the Monument. You were so glad you couldn't see the ground from here...

''Hey, look at this'' Liz bumped your shoulder as she showed you something that was in the brochure. You scanned the brochure and smiled, seeing the different artworks from 200+ years back that you guys would be able to see once you got to the top. (I don't live in America and never been to the Monument so I have no idea what's in there XD).

You glanced up slowly from the brochure... noticing a light purple glow reflect off of one of the elevator walls. You eyebrows furrow in confusion. You turn around to find where the source was coming from. Your eyes widen once you saw Ned's backpack.

It was the glowy thing...

But wait...

Only radioactivity sets it off.

You heard the elevator make its usual noises, glancing around to notice the different buttons.

Your in a radioactive environment you idiot... hello?! Your in a friggin elevator!

''Ned!'' You screamed just before you say the glowy thing radiate a orange like laser from his bag, burning the bag in the process. It managed to burn through half the elevators ceiling and cut some of the cords that the elevator as transporting on. The elevator immediately came to a stand still, everyone beginning to panic.

''What the fuck was that!'' You could hear one of your fellow decathlon peers yell out in terror. You just glanced up to the ceiling, noticing how the edges were still glowing bright orange, almost like if you touched it it could burn your hand right off.

Everyone began to move around frantically, causing the elevator to whine in protest at the movement.

''It's okay guys, we are completely safe in here'' You could tell the security guard was lying but didn't say anything, slowly backing up to lean your back against the wall. You noticed a level only about a meter from you guys open there glass busted doors, security guards making there way over as well as concerned bystanders.

''Guys try and keep calm'' The security guard softly states, trying to ease everyone so they didn't move as much. The more they moved, the more the elevator made that god awful sound. You closed your eyes, concentrating on your breathing. You were what... 200 metres? plus in the air? From this height you'll be falling to your death...

''Cindy your first'' The teacher says, moving in position to help Cindy get up through the hole in the roof. She climbs on top while two guards pull her up and out of the way and into safety.

''Okay.. Liz-'' The teacher begins before he was cut off by a frantic and terrified flash.

''Me!" He calls out, pushing past Liz and onto your teacher, taking the trophy with him.

''Leave the damn trophy Eugene!" You called out, he ignored you. He made it out as the elevator made those sounds again, almost sounding like it as going to fall. Your eyes widen more in fear as you glanced around to see who was left. Your fellow decathlon peers went next.. Leaving Just you, Liz, Ned and Fred (making up a name here).

''Liz... your next'' You could hear your teacher instruct from above, already in safety. What a teacher he is...

You didn't complain, beginning to slowly walk over towards Liz, crouching in position to help her up. She looks at you and hesitates.

''Come on we don't have time just go'' You say firmly, not giving her a chance to back out. She puts her hands onto your shoulders and begins to climb up. At this motion the elevator creaked one last time before it began free falling. Liz fell back off you in shock, landing on her feet but harshly connecting with the wall. You got flung to the wall as well at the sudden movement. You all began to scream, knowing this was going to be it.

Suddenly the elevator jerked to a halt. You had your eyes tightly squeezed tight and thought you guys had already hit the ground, thinking this was you dead and you going to heaven.

''Got it!'' You could hear someone call out from above. You opened your eyes and glanced up. Unfortunately the elevator moved again, beginning to fall. You pressed your body closer against the wall, wanting the wall to consume you. You felt the elevator jolt again, this time a lot harder causing you all to lose your balance.

You glanced up to see a red and blue sit to your left, holding up the part of the roof that was still attached to the elevator. He was upside down, his feet against the roof seeming to hold it up while holding onto some white webbing.

What the wall Spiderman doing in DC?

''Whoa! Yeah go spiderman!" Ned began to cheer while moving around. We all turned to glare at him.

''Yeah, yeah stop moving big guy!'' Spiderman calls out, getting a better grip and footing on the elevator. He began to slowly pull up on the webbing, pulling the elevator up to the nearest floor. Again the doors open, Guards reaching out to grab us from the elevator.

''Okay this is your stop guys! Everyone out!'' Spiderman calls out, holding onto the webbing as tightly as he can, visibly shaking due to the amount of weight. The security lady and Fred were the first to leave followed by Ned. You could hear the elevator begin to creak again, knowing you only had about 20 seconds before falling again.

''Liz go'' You walked over quickly and pushed Liz harshly up the wall and into the arms of Guards, hearing the creaking noises getting louder. You glanced up and saw that the roof was bent at an odd shape, knowing it was about to come off. There wouldn't be enough time for you to get off. As you attempted to climb the wall to reach the guards the felt the elevator begin to drop again. You left your hand up as you felt screams leave your lips. You clenched your eyes shut, knowing third time won't be a charm.

That was until you felt something stick, stick onto your hand stopping you. You opened your eyes quickly too see the elevator fall past you and all the way down. You looked down just to realise how far up you really were. You began to breathe heavily again, only realising you were being held up by a piece of webbing. You slowly felt yourself being pulled up. You glanced up to see Spiderman hurriedly with shaking arms pull you up.

You felt arms wrap around yours and your body being pulled up even more. Two guards lent out slightly to grab you from Spiderman, pulling you back against them and keeping a firm arm around your waist to make sure you didn't fall back down. You opened your eyes slowly and watched Spiderman hang there... almost like he got distracted by something.

He quickly snapped out of it once he started falling. You lent out to see him latch onto one of the walls.

''Do you know Peter Parker?''

~On the bus

After the whole incident occurred you guys made it back to ground safely. MJ came rushing over to you crushing you into a hug. You hugged her back just as tightly. She pulled away and wiped a few tears that fell from her eyes. You did the same with yours and hugged her again, needing the comfort. You had almost died today...

After the paramedics checked everyone and gave you guys the all clear you guys went sent back to your bus, police escort leading you all the way. The police had collected your parents details to inform them on what had happened. You just walked past everyone and onto the bus, going to the back and choosing an empty seat. You tried to stop your hands from shaking but you couldn't. You wrapped your jacket tighter around yourself, resting your back against the window and pulled your legs up, resting them against the back of the chair. Soon everyone began to pile onto the bus, Your teacher beginning to take roll call... again.

''Y/N?'' You heard your name being called.

''Y/N?'' he asked up this time with concern. You put your head up so he could see you and softly smiled nodding your head. You lowered yourself again and rested against the window with a sigh. You reached for your cell and took it out as the teacher continued on with his list. You scrolled through your messages to see Mum and dad have both been texting you. You went to the message section and began to type back a message.

''Peter?'' your ears perked up at the mention of his name.

''Here'' You could hear a soft voice respond. Wait... when did he get here?

You peered over the seats again, dropping the phone onto your lap in the process. You looked over to see him and Ned talking to each other diagonally to you. You had so many questions rush around your head. You ignored them and tried to settle back in your slip, slipping in your head phones to keep yourself occupied. You wanted to get your mind off of what just happened and music seemed to be the only thing helping.

Around ten minutes you could feel a jerk from the bus as it came abruptly to a stop. You grabbed onto the back of the chair in front of you and immediately froze, your heart beginning to race. You felt your pulse quicken and the bus grow smaller and smaller. You could slowly feel sweat beginning to from across your forehead as the bus driver apologized profusely realizing the irony in the moment must have been horrible. You didn't both glancing up again as you froze, you breathing becoming more labored. You took your head phones out and held your hands over your chest trying to control your breathing. What the hell as going on? Why the hell did you feel like you couldn't breathe?

You don't suffer from claustrophobia or Asthma yet you were sure in this moment these would be your cause of death. It did almost feel like you were slowly dying.

Peter's Pov#

Feeling the jerk before anyone else I gripped my seat tighter, the only one not moving from the sudden abruptness. I glanced around to see everyone's shocked and scared faces, seeing there just in a life and death situation only a few hours ago. The bus took off again, the bus driver apologizing to us.

''Hey they stopped moving again'' Ned speaks up as he watches the tracker stop on the hologram. I leaned over and looked at the location. Queens?

I slowly began to feel my hands shake as I reached out to grab the tracker from Ned's hands.

''Dude, your hand'' Ned states, knowing it shaking more and more. Suddenly I felt my chest tighten, constricting me of air. Something wasn't right... but it wasn't with me. I looked around the bus, noticing everyone has pretty much gone back to normal after the little bump.

Then I heard a sharp intake of breath from behind. I quickly spun my head around and only saw a pair of feet that were slightly shaking in the seat diagonally behind Ned and I.

''Ned'' I shook his shoulder, my eyes still trained on the legs that were moving. Ned turned around and saw what I was seeing. I looked to the front of the bus to make sure no one was looking. I got up out of my seat slowly and walked over, keeping crouched. My eyes widened once I saw who it was.

Y/N. And she was having a panic attack.

''Hey'' I spoke softly, trying to get here attention but it didn't seem to work.

''Hey'' I spoke again, this time softly shaking her shoulder. She looked up with teary eyes and hiccuped softly, pointing to her throat.

''Why can't I breathe?'' She asked out terrified, almost clawing at her throat to get more oxygen. Ned by this time heard the commotion and came over growing curious. His eyes widen as well once he saw who it was.

''She's having a panic attack'' Ned states. I looked up to him while keeping a hand on her arm, feeling her shake. I gave him a 'Nah really?' look before turning back around to face her.

''Yeah I know but how do I stop it!'' I whisper harshly, noticing she was slowly getting worse and worse.

''Make her hold her breath, it'll calm down her heart and she'll start breathing normally again'' Ned replies. I quickly shake my head, trying to think of ways to make her hold her breath.

''Hey Y/N?'' He asks softly gaining your attention. She looked me in the eyes.

''I need you to hold your breath okay?'' I ask softly, tracing patterns against her skin carelessly hoping to make her more at ease. She nodded her head agreeing, closing her eyes in the process. She tried slowing down her breathing. It didn't work. He could hear her heart still beat rapidly and she could only hold her breath for two seconds before her body demanded for more air. He sighed shaking his head, running a hand through his hair.

''Again'' I spoke softly, coming a bit closer. Her heart seemed to speed up so I backed away, probably making things worse. She shook her head quickly, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

''I can't'' She breathes out. She was getting slightly louder. I turned towards Ned.

''Keep a look out to see if anyone looks this way?'' I ask, watching him nod his head in agreement. He turned his head to face the front, making sure no one had noticed what was going on yet.

''The way she's going she'll pass out soon'' Ned states, not bothering to look to the side as he whispered this to Peter. My eyes widen.

''What?!'' I whispered out, noticing Y/N's heart begin to speed up again. I turned my head to face her noticing her eyes were open as she just stared straight ahead.

''Hey Y/N'' I said, reaching out to grab Y/N's face between my hands. I gently shook her head, causing her to look me in the eyes.

''You need to hold your breath'' I state slowly, making sure it sunk in. She nods her head dazed as she did just that, but failing again. Instead it seemed to get even worse.

''I-i-i-i-t's not st-t-t-opping'' she stuttered out scared. I quickly rake my brain for what I could do. I was spiderman for christ sakes and I couldn't help when someone was having a panic attack?

Suddenly an idea popped through my mind. It was stupid but it was worth a go. I gently stroked her cheeks in my hands, pulling her face closer. I shushed her quietly, getting her to look me in the eye.

Was I really about to do this?

Y/N's pov#

You looked him in the eyes as you felt him pull your face closer, your breathing still coming out in rapid short breaks. You felt a tear roll down your cheek. Unknown to you Peter saw this and felt his heart break at the sight.

You let out one more breath before suddenly you saw his face move closer towards you. Your eyes widen as he placed his lips upon yours, closing his own eyes, holding them there. You immediately intook a sharp breath and held it, feeling his soft lips placed against yours gently. Without realising you closed your eyes, enjoying the feel oh his lips against yours. You felt your heart begin to slow down and the shakes begin to die down as well. You could feel an eruption of butterflies inside your stomach and you almost wanted to sigh at the feeling.

He held his lips against yours longer than necessarily. He could hear your heartbeat slow down to normal. But he was too caught up in the moment to care. You closed your eyes shut, enjoying the feeling for however long it was going to last. And boy did you want it to last.

He slowly began to lean away, his lips slowly pulling away from yours leaving a trace of tingles from where his lips just were. He clenched his jaw at the feeling of your lips on his, not wanting to pull away. You both fluttered your eyes open, your faces still close to each other.

''H-how did you know to do that-t-?'' You stuttered out, getting distracted by the warmth coming from his hands that were still pressed against your cheeks. You could feel yourself begin to blush underneath his intense gaze.

''I-i...'' He trailed off, getting lost in your eyes.

''When I kissed you..'' He trailed off again. You slightly nod your head agreeing with him, wanting him to go on. Your shakes were gone by now and so was the crushing weight on your chest. The only thing left was the tingles you could feel across your skin.

''You held your breath'' You stayed still this time, feeling Peter's hand softly begin to trace your cheek again. You lent into his touch, enjoying the warmth from his skin. You held eye contact with him, his intense gaze still on you. You couldn't decipher what the intensity was but you didn't care at this moment.

Holy shit Peter what are you doing to me...

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A/N: Thinking of a part 4?????

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adlekchills · 6 years ago

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Asaba 2018: Great spectatorship, poor facilities

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anomachia-moved-blog · 8 years ago

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rp history !!

The rules are simple! Post ten characters you’d like to role play as, have role played as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can and tag the same amount of people). Aside from that, please repost instead of reblogging!

Tagged by: @rawadachi

Tagging: if you want to, go ahead! i’m doing this cause i should let u guys know whom i rped as before 8′)

***under read-mores cause it’s a LOOOOOONG list***

edit 1* added a few muses i want to play & rped before!

Currently Playing

shadow labrys ( right here )

marie/mariko kusumi @purseona

morgana @moruganya

midnight venus/trisha/ishtar @aztarcth

Want To / Will Be Playing:

koromaru ( from p3 )

fuka yamagisihi ( from p3 )

haru okumura ( from p5 )

tae takumi ( from p5 )

metis ( from p3 fes/the answer )

alt. milla ( tales of xillia 2 )

nemesis ( yansim )

osoro shidesu ( yansim )

oka ruto ( yansim )

ijimi garu ( bullied simulator )

shego ( kim possible )

caroline / cool girl ( snotgirl comic )

cutegirl ( snotgirl comic )

sitara dhawan ( watch dogs 2 )

alya ( ml )

juleka ( ml )

volpina ( tho idk if i’ll rp them from lila or *s2 spoiler info here* )

batwoman / kate kane

spidergwen / gwen stacy ( spidergwen-based comic )

kamala khan ( ms. marvel comic )

viv ( marvel’s champion’s comic )

isabelle lightwood ( shadowhunters tv show/book canon )

squid sisters ( splatoon )

rey ( star wars )

princess leia ( star wars )

Have Played: ( bonus: it is all in chronological order aw yis~ bold’s are rped in a diff. site! )

chrome dokuro ( khr )

starfire, raven, terra ( animated teen titans show )

mimi ( digimon series )

sabrina the teenage witch

sam manson ( danny phantom )

marceline abadeer ( adventure time & fusionfall!au based )

mandy

helga pataki

knives chau & ramona flowers ( scott pilgrim )

elyon, will, cornelia & irma ( w.i.t.c.h series )

aisaka taiga ( toradora )

haruhi suzumiya ( melchanoly of haruhi suzumiya )

mio, mugi & yui ( k-on )

katniss everdeen ( thg )

juliet capulet ( romeo x juliet anime )

misc. oc blogs

moon young, lee go seul, dal dal ( gotw )

namie yagiri ( drrr!! )

celty sturluson ( drrr!! )

saya & diva ( blood + )

namine & xion ( kingdom hearts )

merida dunbroch ( brave )

poison ivy

catwoman

naoto shirogane ( p4 )

yukiko amagi ( p4 )

elsa & anna ( disney’s frozen // first duo-muses )

mavis dracula ( hotel t )

alisa ( tekken )

kido, ene & ayano ( kagepro )

ruby rose, yang xiao long & cinder fall ( rwby )

aigis ( p3 )

reyna, calypso ( pjo/hoo )

cat ( DmC reboot )

jean grey / storm / rogue ( x-men: evolution series )

deadpool ( marvel )

lucina ( fire emblem awakening )

anna ( fire emblem awakening-based )

zero, one, two, three & five ( dod3 )

argenta ( dragon nest )

sinon, philia & strea ( sao-game canon based )

rozalin ( disgaea 2 )

flonne, etna ( disgaea series )

tear grants ( tales of abyss )

natalia ( tales of abyss )

pascal, sophie, cheria barnes ( tales of graces )

milla maxwell ( tales of xillia )

rachel alucard ( blazblue )

kokonoe ( blazblue )

velvet ( tales of berseria )

black cat/felicia hardy & mj watson ( spidey comic series )

catherine & katherine ( catherine game )

marinette / ladybug ( ml )

junko enoshima, kyouko kirigiri, sonia nevermind & komaru naegi ( dr )

infochan ( yansim )

yandere-chan/ayano aishi ( yansim )

Will Play Again:

infochan ( becuz she my bae )

yang xiao long

lee go seul

starfire or terra?????

probably aigis???? idk when

black cat/felicia hardy

reyna or calypso ?????

#i'll be in my marie for awhile cuz of drafts so #i'll be back here by tomorrow #labyrinthos. | meme generator #creta. | queueing #tw alert. | long post

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lxinesux · 2 months ago

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love to wake up to the ao3 kudos email.

love it even more when one person has kudos’d all my p3mj fics

MY INFLUENCE GROOOOWSSS!!!

#laine.txt #laine is writing???#p3 x mj #breadcrumbs

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lxinesux · 2 months ago

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#laine.txt #laine is writing???#p3 x mj #peter 3 x mj #truthfully this fic deserves tht hit count tbh #breadcrumbs

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lxinesux · 1 year ago

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local man thinks trophy wife is hilarious and beautiful and is obsessed w/ her. more at ten.

#i have no context for these pictures i think tjeyre at the oscars last year???#pls dont read too much jnto this im projecting mostly like #p3 abd mj have given me brain worms and ags face in tht first pic reads like hes just so in awe of her #like he thinks shes the bees knees #its v cute #laine.txt #p3 x mj

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lxinesux · 26 days ago

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okay so ive given the shipname for p3mj some thought and since ive already named their series on ao3 ‘breadcrumbs’ i think it’d be cute as a shipname too?

plus it has the added bonus of keeping it out of the spideychelle tag (my original thought was the amazing spideychelle but thts kinda a mouthful)

so from now on anything p3mj related will be tagged as breadcrumbs.

sinners rejoice!!!

#its me im sinners #mj x p3 #breadcrumbs

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lxinesux · 4 months ago

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dealing with shitty bf has ruined garfield!spidey x deadpool for me. like i cant see them as anything more than platonic bros now which kinda sux :/

but holland!spidey??

all this to say “oh? you fuck my bestfriend? okay big bro, im fucking yours as vengeance!”

#lowkey a highschool or uni au???#very edge of seventeen coded #mj x p3 #spideypool #laine.txt #laine is writing???

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lxinesux · 1 year ago

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i have to make so much content for them bc theres so little of it and i have so much i want to reaaaddd

they’ve given me the brainworms so badly i want to vomit.

less than fifteen minutes on screen together has given me more content ideas than all of the mcu spiderman movies combined lol

they make me want to abandon all previous projects and just write them instead lol

#laine is writing???#i have to rewatch all spider man content now oh no the horrors #wink wonk #mj x p3

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lxinesux · 2 years ago

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fuck it im writing the fic, you can’t stop me.

TW-dubcon, bad vibes, icky age gap

MICHELLE JONES X PETER 3!!!

THERE I SAID IT! I SHALL NOT BE SILENCED ANY LONGER!!!!

#laine.txt #laine is writing???#laine is gross.#mj x p3

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postsofbabel · 2 months ago

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