#this is my silly goofy mushy 3 am writing

[ender-niffler]

[ Quiet mornings ]

…those where probably some of the more unusual mornings to happen in the CDC.

Normally there would be someone arguing or laughing to loud with a buddy, or the occasional distant scream or cry of some unfortunate victim falling into a zombies grasp.

Or the simple moaning and groaning of a zombie or two wandering through the alleyways.

Though they weren’t unwelcomed mornings. Ghetto welcomed them actually…

They reminded him of the weekends. Waking up and just being able to enjoy the peace and quiet…least before the world woke up with ya…

It would leave Ghetto to think of all the other mornings like this one, quiet..peaceful. No fear or overwhelming dread. Just..quiet..

“Blegh..” Well…mostly..quiet.

Ghetto smiled softly as he felt the bed shift slightly, as a very sleepy- very clingy brunette turned away from Ghetto as an attempt to steal the blanket.

Ghetto softly chuckled as he wrapped his arms around the others mid torso, pulling the other closer to him.

Ghetto buried his face into the back crook of the brunettes neck. Being sure to avoid bugging the other.

“..’morning sleepy head…how’d you sleep?”

Nick mumbled something Ghetto couldn’t decipher..perhaps it was a part of Nick gibberish he hasn’t learned yet.

It was a whole mysterious language that Ghetto still was figuring out.

“Peaches, love of my life, hon- you know I don’t understand your mumblings in full yet darling…”

Nick chuckled softly, Ghettos breath against the back of his neck tickled slightly. Sending a shiver down his spine. “I saidddd…five more minutes…”

“Ohhh…I see how it is! Someone doesn’t wanna be awake with me and cuddle.”

Nick gently elbowed Ghetto, earning a little ‘ooaf!’

“First of all…you know I am no morning person..and two..we are cuddling.”

“Are we though…?”

Nick huffed. “Yessss we are..you are holding me, in you’re arms, under the covers.” He muttered before attempting to fall asleep again..

Key words. “Attempting to”.

Ghetto’s mission was to keep Nick awake, unfortunately for Ghetto. Nick has the morning patrol with Uni and Ak…sooo…

“Don’t you dare fall back asleep, you know you gotta go do patrol…”

“Ffffffffff*ckkkk the early morning patrol….I wanna sleep…”

Ghetto sighed, he knew what he had to do. But did he have the strength to do it?

Yes. Yes he did-

“You asked for this”

Ghetto locked his arms in place.

“Ghetto.” Nick immediately knew.

“I’m sorry my love! But you’ve had this coming…”

Hands moved to Nicks sides as he tried to escape the inevitable attack

“GHETTO I SWEAR-“

Nick cut himself off with a squealing laugh as Ghetto began to tickle his sides. Using his arms to hold Nick in place as he tickled the poor poor brunette.

“GHETTOOOO HOHOHOH NOOO!!!”

“You didn’t wanna wake up!! So you get the ‘rude’ awakening!!”

“BAHHH GET OFF. YOU SUCK!!”

Ghetto couldn’t help but laugh.

after some struggle Nick managed to worm his way out of Ghettos grasp as he fell

With a THUD onto the wooden flooring.

“RAHHH I MAKE MY ESCAPE!!”

Nick said as he scrambled up and off, nabbing his hoodie from the bed stand and running off to the bathroom.

Ghetto couldn’t help but laugh as he watched Nick run away with so much love and admiration.

“I LOVE YOUUUU!!” Ghetto shouted out to Nick as he got into the bathroom.

Yep. That one’s mine…that’s my boyfriend.

The man Ghetto had dedicated so much time to, so much love to…

Yes. Ghetto may have preferred Normal mornings.

But..his personal favorites where the quiet mornings…

MUSHY HOURS YOU GOOBERS

[rosethreeart]

SOMEONE wanted all 50 asks for romerica and who am I to deny them UwU

this is for you bestie

1. Describe their first date.

They met in the roaring 20s so probably a speakeasy or a silent movie!

2. Who wakes up early/Who sleeps in late?

Abby wakes up early and Romano could probably sleep past noon and take a nap right after

3. What was their first impression of each other?

Abby: what a charming young man

Romano: HOTTIE!!!

4. Who initiates affection? Why does the other not initiate affection as much?

They’re constantly touching its ridiculous

5. Do they argue often? If so, what do they argue about?

They bicker like an old married couple but it’s always a joke they hardly ever actually argue. Usually it’s about one of their bad habits; Abby overworking and Romano being a bit of a slob

6. How do they make up/apologize after an argument?

Romano adores make up sex like best way to apologize to him lmao. For Abby you need to show you corrected your behavior or are in the acts of correcting it.

7. How often do they say “I love you”?

Very!

8. What do they love most about the other? Why?

Abigail loves how laidback and charming he is. He’s humble, passionate, and always finds a way to see the beauty in something.

Romano loves how smart and dedicated and sweet she is. She has an unwavering sense of kindness and is always willing to try new things!

9. What do they dislike most about the other? Why?

They both dislike how insecure the other is. Sometimes Abby can be way too work oriented and Lorenzo a little too laid back which might make them butt heads a little.

10. Do they share any hobbies or interests? How do these things bring them together?

Cooking, music, and theater!

11. How do they feel about nicknames/pet names? If they like them, what pet names do they use? If they hate them, why do they feel that way?

They’re disgusting with how mushy they are. Romano: hot-shot, babe, tiger, hun/honey, sugar, sweetheart

Abigail: bella, bambina, Caramella, amore, my love, my darling, my everything

12. Do they have a difficult time when separated from each other, or are they fairly independent?

They mope for at least three days straight before slowly going back to being a person lmao. Romano WILL count down to the second to when he could see her again

13. How do they keep in contact when they’re apart? Do they write letters, talk on the phone, or simply wait out the time?

The wrote letters and sometimes still do, and dedicate at least one day a week for talking on the phone

14. Do they enjoy PDA, or are they more private with affection?

Overtly

15. What songs remind you of their relationship?

Really any Dean Martin song lmao also Absolutely Smitten by Doddie

16. Would they ever get matching tattoos? If yes, what would these look like?

No 💀

17. How well do they communicate? Are they open with their feelings/thoughts or more reserved? Why?

They communicate pretty well; nether enjoy beating around the bush. They’ve learned to be very open with each other early on in their relationship as it was the only way Abby would actually even consider viewing him as a friend(she has abandonment issues)

18. How do they care for each other when one of them is wounded/sick?

They’re by the others side the whole time

19. Do they wear each other’s clothes/jewelry?

Abigail is a serial clothes thief. Romano is constantly gifting her jewelry.

20. How do they comfort each other when one of them is upset? Is this method of comfort effective?

Hugs and cuddles are very effective <3

21. Do they enjoy domestic life?

God they crave nothing but it. They constantly talk and think about the lives they would live if they were human

22. Are they comfortable joking around with each other and being silly/playful?

Goofy goobers both of them

23. What are the defining characteristics of their relationship?

Trust, dedication, affection, and understanding

24. How do their personalities affect their relationship? Do their characteristics compliment each other, or clash often?

They compliment each other and balance each other out although it causes them to clash on the rare occasion

25. Do they share a room/house? If so, what does it look like and how does it compliment their personalities?

They have their own separate houses that the other vists

26. What sacrifices do they make for the other?

Abigail has to sacrifice her work time but that’s better for her in the long run so she can’t really complain

Romano had to put down the walls he’s built and that knee jerk defense reaction; once again better for him in the long run

27. How do they say “I love you” non-verbally?

Kisses on the hand/forehead, doing things for the other like cleaning and cooking, hugs, and holding each other

28. Who’s the better chef? Do they cook for the other?

Romano!

29. Describe their nighttime routine.

Romano gets in bed first but is usually last to fall asleep; he’s just chilling in there. They’ll usually talk about their day and cuddle till they sleep

(not counting sex lmao)

30. What are their respective love languages? Do their love languages work well together?

Abigail is very much a time spent and verbal love language and Romano is a gift/ task and verbal love language.

I’d say so

31. Do they often go out on dates? What are these like?

Very at least once a week usually out for dinner or a show or movie

32. Do either of them drink? If so, who’s the lightweight, and how does their partner care for them?

Romano had like one glass of wine with dinner and that’s it when he’s with her. She doesn’t like alcohol or men drinking/being drunk so he limits it.

33. How do they flirt? Who’s the worse flirt?

Abigail can’t flirt to save her life but she tried and it’s cute so task failed successfully. Have you SEEN Romano?? There’s a reason he keeps winning those polls 😂

34. Do they have any inside jokes?

MANY

35. Is their relationship a secret? If so, why?

Yeah, they’re both private people and think other nations are nosey. Abigail also gets worried about how other nations views of her might reflect onto him.

36. How do they feel about having kids? Are they in agreement?

They would want them so badly 😭

37. Who’s more emotionally sensitive/cries more often?

Romano cries more often but I think Abigail is more sensitive but doesn’t show it.

38. Who’s got a quicker temper?

Romano

39. When and how did they admit that they loved each other? If they haven’t yet, why?

I could write a fucking essay on their relationship and everything that built up to it. There’s no real “exact” confession they just kinda slowly morph into being together. First time he said that he loved her was before he went to go fight for the resistance/Allies in WW2

40. Do they have any regrets in their relationship?

Not saying anything sooner I think

41. What would they do if they lost the other?

Neither would be able to cope lmao

42. What’s their relationship like with each other’s friends/families?

Romano: constantly five seconds from punching her family.

Abigail: a bit jealous of how close he is to spain and Belgium but they treat him well so she’s happy; makes her feel a bit lonely tho

43. If they picked out outfits for each other, what would they look like?

Romano: would pick something nice and classy, a form fitting dress with jewelry that complements her perfectly

Abigail: do you think she would have the sense of fashion let alone be allowed to ? 😂💀

44. Do they cuddle often? Why or why not?

They’re never NOT touching.

45. How do they support each other? How do they rely on each others support?

They give the other reassurance and a shoulder to lean/cry on. They take care of the other even if it’s something simple like brushing/combing their hair or feeding them

46. Do they consider their relationship casual or serious? Is the answer different depending on who you ask? Why?

Serious

47. Do they sleep beside each other? Why or why not?

Spooning all the time

48. Do they talk about their future together? Why or why not?

YES!! Mainly about how they would want things to be. They just want to be happy together

49. Do they keep secrets from each other?

No? Do surprises count? Those are the only “secrets” really.

50. Would they ever break up? If so, why? Who would handle the breakup better?

No they’re stuck with each other now; you’d have to kill them before you get them off each other

[sparklingchim]

Helloo I just had to drop in your inbox to be sappy as fuck so be warned.

I just read your latest drabble and I am so in awe of your writing!!! The comfort the love and the different nuances that are all part of human relationships just feels so real!! I feel so calm and safe reading how your characters interact with eachother.(This sound so silly but it is only getting sillier,so buckle in)And I find myself wishing to have that type of relationship one day. Calm, comfortable and safe. I have had some prett shitty experiences with people in my life that I am still working through in therapy, but your fics kind of remind me that these kind of relationships exist as well and that not everyone will hurt me. You know? It is like a little reminder that people are not inherently bad and that i should not shut everyone out because some people have hurt me. I just have to keep putting myself out there and give myself the opportunity to be loved the way I want to be loved. (I warned you I am sappy, sappy, sappy) Thank you for the comforting content you put out and just you know if you ever choose to write a book I would buy that sooo quick!! And thank you for sharing you writing with us and giving us these characters!! Wish you the absolute best!!

my friend ... this means so much to me u don't understand 🥺 i read ur ask this morning while getting ready n lemme tell u, i was scared i'd have to reapply concealer cos u made me feel all mushy :')

ALSO don't apologise for sounding silly !!!! it's always silly goofy vibes around here <3

it actually surprises me that my writings help you deal w negative experiences from ur past, cos i never thought my silly fanfics could be helpful in that way but m so so glad that i can offer some sort of comfort through my writings🫂

sending u lots of smoochies and hugs 😙 thank u for sending me this lovely ask <3

[mjntae-blog]

it’s definitely you.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⏋jungkook & fem!reader 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ⏋jungkook has a crush on [name], and everyone is aware of it except for her. school au. 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) ⏋bad writing 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 ⏋fluff to the maximum. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⏋1,641

𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ⏋this one-shot is very old... and frankly, not very good! it was originally written for a friend, so i only really edited out her name and inserted “[name]” (very lazy of me, i know). however, we’ve all got to start somewhere! this also serves as a reminder of how much better i’ve gotten! or... not, lol. anyway, enjoy! <3

[Name] let out a soft sigh as she quietly made her way over to her seat. It was Monday morning, and the class had yet to begin. Even so, she felt herself beginning to miss the weekend. It flew by, and as usual, she felt as if she didn’t really do anything meaningful with her time. With a frown, she began to take out her things from her bag, setting up for her first period.

“Heya, [Name]. How was your weekend?” [Name] met the eyes of her best friend, [Friend’s Name], and immediately felt a smile creep its way onto her face.

“Well, you spent half of it with me, so it was cool for a while, but then…”

“It got boring? You somehow managed to waste the time away? Take your pick.”

“Uh, honestly, probably both.”

Finally, [Friend’s Name] sat down in the desk in front of [Name] with a plop, the action dramatizing her next words, “man, do I feel you on that.”

A few more students came flooding in, and an acquaintance of theirs made an appearance. He smiled and waved their way, but [Friend’s Name] immediately looked away, hiding her face in [Name]’s textbook. [Name] noticed Taehyung’s confused look and offered an apologetic smile before attending to [Friend’s Name]’s odd behavior.

“Something up?” [Friend’s Name] didn’t respond, and so [Name] moved to grab the textbook. It was then she realized that [Friend’s Name]’s face was bright red. She laughed, “I… thought you liked you know who?”

[Friend’s Name] shrugged helplessly and turned away. It appeared that she would like to steer clear of conversation for the rest of the period. Or maybe even the day.

[Name] thought it was nice that [Friend’s Name] allowed herself to get a little boy crazy. She rarely indulged in these kinds of things, so it was a pleasant change. It was refreshing to see her so love struck. However, [Name] couldn’t say she wasn’t feeling mushy herself. She had her eye on a certain someone as well.

She began to think of him, and then suddenly, it was as if her daydream had come true. Jeon Jungkook was standing right in front of her. Well, more specifically, he was standing right in front of [Friend’s Name].

Oh, this was reality, wasn’t it?

“I need to talk to you…” Jungkook began, glancing [Name]’s way before continuing, “just us?”

[Friend’s Name] raised a brow and turned to [Name], almost as if she were asking for permission. [Name] didn’t know why she did that but gave her the okay with a shrug.

“I’ll be back.”

[Name] watched their backs retreat outside the classroom, and her mind began to race. Was Jungkook okay? Was [Friend’s Name] okay? No, wait…

What if Jungkook liked [Friend’s Name] and wanted to talk to her privately to ask her out?!

She shook her head.

No, no, she couldn’t be thinking like that. Besides, even if that was the case, [Friend’s Name] would turn him down. Whether it be from embarrassment or simply because she likes Yoongi—or even Taehyung. Either way, she trusted her.

Within a few moments, [Friend’s Name] and Jungkook returned. Jungkook went straight to his seat, which was across from them, but [Friend’s Name] sauntered over with a goofy smile.

As soon as she sat down, [Name] spoke up, “okay, spill. What happened?”

“Oh, stuff. Don’t worry.”

“[Friend’s Name]…”

She grinned teasingly, “I’m serious, it was nothing. He just wanted to know if he could borrow Kingdom Hearts II.”

[Name] pouted, “and he didn’t want to ask in front of me?”

“He’s shy.”

“Not towards you, apparently.”

“Become a gamer and maybe he’ll open up to you, too.”

“Is it really… that easy?”

[Friend’s Name] hesitated, thinking, “I want to say yes, but… no. You’re different.”

“How so?”

“Dunno. Find out for yourself.”

[Name] blinked, finding the whole conversation to be a bit vexing. What was [Friend’s Name] going on about? Was there something she knew about Jungkook that she didn’t? Only one thing really came to her mind, but… it couldn’t be that, right? She supposed she would have to ask Jungkook directly.

Someday…

No, she couldn’t do that. Waiting for the right time would drive her up the wall. She needed to know as soon as possible.

[Name] looked across the room and spotted Jungkook looking at her, a small smile on his face. She waved, but when she did he made a panicked expression and looked away. He refused to look at her after that.

Now she felt bad.

★ ★ ★

As soon as the bell rang, [Name] stood up from her seat and marched over to Jungkook, ignoring the look of surprise on [Friend’s Name]’s face. She had been distracted the whole class, she needed to get this off her chest.

Jungkook shrunk in his seat when she was close enough, and even tried to act as if he hadn’t seen her.

“Jungkook…” he still refused to look her way. With a huff, [Name] steeled herself, “I need to ask you something. So…”

She noticed his shoulders tense at her request, and after a long while of fiddling with his thumbs, he suddenly stood up, mumbled a small, “fine,” and walked out the classroom. His reaction was probably nothing to worry about, but… [Name] still couldn't help but wince.

Before [Name] scrambled after him, she looked to [Friend’s Name] for some silent support. The brown haired girl could only offer a half-hearted thumbs up, but the gesture was enough.

Outside, Jungkook was waiting for her. He seemed to be… talking to himself? She couldn't make out what he was saying exactly, but from his facial expression, it looked like he was pumping himself up for something.

[Name] couldn't help but laugh at how silly he looked, which caught his attention. His cheeks flushed crimson for a second, “so what do you want?”

He once again refused to meet her eyes. How stubborn.

“Well, I guess I'll just be straight with you. [Friend’s Name] always said that's the best way to deal with things like this.” [Name] took a deep breath and let out a slow, hesitant breath, “do you… Not like me?”

“Huh?”

“I mean, it's fine if you don't. I know I can be annoying. I'm overly affectionate and I'm sensitive… the list goes on. So, yeah, it's fine if you don't, but—”

For the first time, Jungkook turned to face her, his expression stern, “what are you talking about?”

“About how you… think I'm annoying?”

And then, Jungkook did the unexpected. He started laughing. Laughing! How did [Name] manage to embarrass herself so quickly? Oh man, she just wanted to go lock herself in a bathroom stall.

“N-Nevermind! I'll just go…” just as she was about to turn tail and leave, Jungkook stopped his laughter, clearing his throat.

“No, wait, I'm sorry for laughing. I didn't mean to make you feel bad, it's just…” he stopped laughing, but he still couldn't hide a smile, “it's funny to me how you could even think that.”

[Name] blinked. It took a moment for her to figure out what he meant, “so… You don't hate me?”

Jungkook made a face, as if she had just asked the stupidest question in the world, “no. Why would I?”

She felt a wave of relief wash over her. [Name] looked up at him, sharing a smile. It quickly vanished when she thought back to his behavior, “wait, but then why do you always avoid me?”

His goading smile from before turned timid, and he looked away again, “uh, well, it's… complicated. I don't really want to get into it.”

Nope, she wasn't gonna take that as an answer. All this time she thought Jungkook hated her; she had to get to the bottom of this.

So, she harder her expression, stepped close, and poked his chest, “nuh-uh, you're gonna tell me whether you want to or not.”

Jungkook groaned. His head hung, and when he looked up again, he wore a frown, but his cheeks were a bright cherry color, “fine! I'll… I'll tell you.”

His eyes turned determined, and it was then [Name] realized how close they were. Her heart began to hammer in her chest. Was he always so tall? From afar he didn't seem so, but… he was so much taller than she was.

She felt as if she was gonna faint from how uncomfortably fast her heart was beating, so she wanted him to hurry up and spit out what he was going to say. But why was she so nervous right now? What was going through her head? Great, she was overreacting again, she really had to—

“I like you!”

“What?!”

The blushing, his constant avoidance, how shy he was with her compared to [Friend’s Name]… God, it all made sense! How could she be so blind?! She was worried for nothing!

[Name] impulsively hugged Jungkook, too happy to care about the consequences, “I'm so glad! You don't know how relieved I am! I actually thought you hated me, but no! You had a crush on me!”

“W-Wait, you can't just do that!”

“Do what?”

He pointed to her arms, and she blushed a bit herself, quickly moving away, “sorry, I just got really happy…”

“No, it's… I didn't mind it.”

The way he was hiding so hard to hide his shy smile… [Name]’s heart grew ten times larger in that moment.

“You're so cute, Jungkook.”

“Huh? Don't say that! Are you trying to kill me?” He looked like he wanted to escape, and as much as she enjoyed his reaction to her compliment, [Name] knew it was time to admit her own feelings.

“Jungkook?”

He looked a little peeved, but he replied, “what now?”

“I like you too.”

He blushed again, rubbing the back of his neck. His smile was full blown now, “really? I'm… glad.”

“Can I call you, Kookie now?”

“No way, if you do that you'd have to arrange my funeral.”

[elven-oracle]

vienna |p.p. x n.l.|

Pairing: Peter Parker x Ned Leeds

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: none

A/N: For @pbnjparker‘s writing challenge<3

It was nearing the end of summer, and everything had an empty feeling about it. Ned paced his room, shelves and dresser replaced with a number of boxes on his floor. On his desk sat a blank piece of paper that he had been staring at for hours, words utterly failing him. He had been meaning to write this letter all summer, and now his ex boyfriend was headed for the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, he knew that the next thirty minutes was his all or nothing chance to say what he needed to say.

He sat back down at his desk, unused to it being void of a lamp and other various trinkets, and gripped his pen in his fist stubbornly. Pressing the pen to paper, he scribbled word after word, only a single tear eventually rolling down his cheek.

Dear Peter,

Here we are, the end of summer. It's really hard to believe that we are 18 years old and actually headed off to college, but life doesn't stop, not even for us. To think that we were once kindergarteners toddling around a playground, and soon we will be over a thousand miles away from each other blows my mind. I can't remember a time when I didn't know the next time I would see you.

We are both about to receive a lot of unwarranted advice. We already have. I feel like every other conversation I have from an adult is some weird thing they wish they had known about while in college. More times than not I'm told to "go to class," which I sort of understand but my parents are paying far too much money for me not to go to class. My point is, I'm not here to overflow you with more advice. I don't think that I have very much good advice to give. I am, however, going to remind you of all the good things that I don't think you should let go of. I'm your best friend, and I would like to think I know you pretty well.

You're a pretty ambitious kid, and it's taken you so many places. The farthest possibly being either MIT, or the mouth of a spider. That's up for you to decide. I know you're studying engineering and doing Spider Man on the side (or vice versa, knowing you!), but you put your full heart into everything that you do and that ROCKS. Don't forget to slow down every once in a while, though okay? Build a Lego Space ship, try out the party scene, make-out with random girls and guys; it doesn't hurt to take your mind off of work.

Remember that one time we went on vacation with my parents to the coast? I like to sit back and relive that day sometimes. There's something about the fresh air and the beach that makes you feel like everything is going to be okay, and walking with you that day is precisely how I felt. Maybe it was the saltwater, but I'm pretty sure it was you.

Sometimes the constant stress for the future that high school feeds into you is overbearing, and it's hard to forget when you're constantly surrounded by it. Being at Midtown, we were constantly surrounded by it. It was inescapable. They wanted us to know where we were headed before we had even started our first class of freshman year. I think it scared me to go to college more than anything.

I think I'm rambling on. This, I guess, is a long winded way of saying I love you, Peter Parker, and I'm going to miss you very very much. You have to keep in touch or else I'm going to implode. Whether it be letters or texts, we promised each other that we would still remain friends, and I'm going to hold you to that. MIT has just gained a brand new super hero.

Vienna waits for you.

Ned

With an exasperated sigh, he picked up the paper, folded it, and put it in an envelope.

On his flight to California, he tried to forget the blank stare that Peter had given him upon answering the door, and the murmur of thanks he had barely said when taking the letter from him. It was hard enough as it was, breaking up with your best friend, and Ned respected the time and space that he needed before anything could remotely return to the way it was. Hopefully the letter would help mend Peter's heart, even if it was just a little bit.

A couple of days after moving in, the letter still cursed Ned's mind. He hadn't heard anything from him; no text, no mail, not anything. Even the silly orientation events Stanford offered couldn't pull his attention from checking his mail when he turned in for the night. It wasn't until after classes started that he finally received something back, and the sight of it made him almost cry for joy. He ran back to his dorm, slammed the door shut, thanked God that his roommate wasn't there, and ripped open the letter, carefully feeling the indents of the envelope where Peter's handwriting rested.

Ned,

No letter could ever do you justice. Come to the roof.

Love,

Peter

At this point, Ned's hands were quivering anxiously. He reread the letter about a million times, set it down on his comforter, and slowly stood back up, heading towards the stairs in his building. He was on the top floor, so the distance to the roof wasn't large. He was surprised they offered access to the roof in the first place.

When he opened the door, he saw a familiar silhouette staring at a colorful California sunset. While Peter had an overall happy nature about him, Ned knew that he had his pensive moments often, and that this was no exception. He kept the silence for a moment, then allowed himself to speak.

"Peter," he said it as a monotone statement.

Peter turned around, a wistful glisten lingering in his eye. It took everything Ned had not to run and embrace him, planting kisses on every one of his freckles. That would only end in disaster. Peter smiled that goofy smile and waved Ned over, and they both sat down to look at the sunset.

"How did you-"

Peter cut him off, "I told Mr. Stark it was important. I think he kind of knew. I don't start classes until Tuesday."

"Shouldn't you be getting acclimated?"

"Who needs that?" Peter looked at Ned, the corners of his mouth barely perking upwards.

Ned stared at the sunset, watching how the vibrant oranges and yellows faded into soft periwinkles and dark blues. The sun was pleasantly disappearing over the mountain in the distance, about as far away as Peter seemed to be.

"Why are you here," Ned said after a while.

"I'm actually here because of this," Peter reached into his backpack and pulled out his laptop, setting it down on the cement roof.


"Your laptop?"

"What? No!" Peter laughed, "I downloaded A New Hope because I thought we could watch it together. Like old times sake."

"Don't get all mushy on me, Parker-"



"Ned it's been almost a month since we hung out and that's all my fault."

The comment made Ned inhale sharply, letting it hang between them. Peter wasn't wrong, but he wasn't completely right either.

"You had to do what you had to do," he gave Peter a supportive smile, making sure his friend knew that he fully understood, "I know this is California, but it still gets chilly at night. We can watch the movie in my dorm as long as you leave after it's over. I still have class tomorrow, otherwise you could've stayed longer-”

“Yeah, that's fine, let's do it."

They sat on the bed, knees crossed and lightly touching, and shared one set of earbuds like they would do at Peter's apartment. Once in a while, they would steal glances at each other, each reminiscing the years they had spent together. 15 years was a long time to be best friends, and fortunately, Ned knew there would be many more.

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