don't you forget about me

A (Very) Promising Update

Wow. Okay. Hey everyone (that’s still around). YCPfE and I are finally back. Like. Actually back.

I know it’s been a long break and I kind of disappeared after saying I’d update - and I know there’s only so much I can say to excuse myself, but a bunch of things kind of all happened at once. (After I got out of the hospital, my father went into hospital (hence the trip back to my other home), and then because it was so bad, I had to move him halfway across the country to come live with me for a while. THEN, if that wasn’t enough, one of my partner’s family members was murdered. And they left behind a 4-year-old daughter, who, for quite a while, it looked like we were going to adopt. (It didn’t end up happening.) Plus a few other things I don’t want to get into.

BUT, now that my life has somewhat calmed down and there doesn’t seem to be any life-changing things on the horizon, I can finally get back to writing.

I hope you’ll all forgive me for the really long hiatus and not getting a chapter out when I said I would. I promise that I’ll do better at keeping you guys updated. I’m going to do my best at responding to the messages I can and getting back on track with original content here. If you have any questions or just want to rant to me, please feel free to message me.


AS IT IS. I’ll be updating Wednesday. I just need Tuesday to do a bit of editing and I should be good to go. I’ll get you a teaser in a few hours as well, just so you know this is actually happening. 

DONT

                     YOU

                                            FORGET 

                                                                       ABOUT

                                                                                                   ME

Don't You Forget About Me (Part Four/?)

Originally posted by takemespidey

Peter Parker x Reader

Part One//Part Two//Part Three

(a/n I’m so sorry for disappearing with this story! But here’s another part to quench you)


You had just gotten home from school. You were ready to fall facedown on your bed and sleep until you were old. Today was long; not just because of all the lectures, but also because Peter wasn’t at school.

For some reason, you had started relying on the boy to keep you company. You had let him in after weeks of him chasing you. Sure, neither of you have gotten anything done on your English project, but you both have learned more about each other.

You sighed and opened the fridge before slamming it shut when you found nothing of interest. “Ugh, I need good food to quench my dark, dark soul.” You muttered as you sat down on the couch and turned on the television.

“It seems that Spiderman has gotten himself into another fight with a gang.” A news caster spoke through the wind. She turned around to look at the fight. “I don’t think he’s going to get up on this one.” You shrugged and changed the channel. By the time you had fully immersed yourself into your favorite show, the sky had gone dark and someone knocked on your door.

Slowly you got up and paused the television, your jaw locking. “This better be important.” You voiced as you opened the door to see the one and only Spiderman in your apartment’s hallway. Your jaw dropped at the sight of him, and also at the sight of the pain he was in.

“I didn’t know where else to go.” He heaved, gripping onto the doorframe for support. He looked like he was about to pass out, so you pulled his arm over your shoulder and brought him to the couch.

“You look like hell.” You stated as you stood up and let him get comfortable. “Why did you come to my apartment? I’m on the fifth floor, dude.” He winced in what you could only assume as pain and embarrassment.

“Because, my best friend doesn’t know that I’m Spiderman. Neither do you, but, I don’t think you would freak out as much as N-he would.” He rushed out as he tried to sit up.

“Hey, no moving.” You snapped, pushing him back down gingerly. “I don’t need you dying in my sitting room.” He smiled through the ripped mask as you left to go grab the first aid kit. “I hope you know how to do stitches,” you muttered, “because once tried sewing and ended up breaking the machine.”

“I know how to stitch.” He took the kit from you and struggled to get out of his top. You rolled your eyes and helped him lift it over his head, trying to create as little pain as possible. As he stitched himself up, you sat down on the coffee table with crossed arms.

“So, you said you know me.” You declared, gaining his interest. He nodded and put some rubbing alcohol on one of his cuts. “Can I guess who you are? Or do you want to keep it a secret?”

“Guess away,” he chuckled shakily, “I’m sure it won’t be that hard to figure out who I am.” You nodded and narrowed your eyes at him before gasping.

“I knew it!” You exclaimed with a laugh. “I knew that body was familiar.”

“What?”

“I watch you when you swim Parker, it’s no big deal.” You announced with a nonchalant demeanor. His mask’s eyes widened as he choked on what you guessed as spit.

“You watch me swim?” He queried, willingly taking off his mask. You nodded and put the first aid kit as you realized he was finished.

“Duh. Do you not see me at every swim meet?” Peter blushed, causing you to smirk and hop off of the table to go grab some clothes from your mom’s room for him. When you got back, you threw the clothes at him.

“You can wear those if you don’t want to wear your suit. Sorry if they smell like perfume; my mom went as a man for Halloween one year and just couldn't sacrifice her perfume.” He nodded and started changing once you turned your back to him.

“Uh, thanks Y/N.” You turned back around with a hum in acknowledgement. “Do you think I could lay low here for the night? I don’t want my Aunt to worry about the bruises.”

“Yeah, sure. You should probably call her though.” He nodded and caught the phone you threw at him. With a  quick conversation, Peter ended the call and placed the phone on the coffee table as you sat down next to him. “Want to watch some tv?”

“Sure!” You turned the television off of pause and settled down to watch the rest of you show as you absentmindedly set your head on his shoulder. After a few minutes, Peter spoke up. “Thanks for not freaking out.”

“No problem, Parker.” You turned your head to look at him, a small smile taking over your face. “Next time I’d suggest to not get into a fight you can’t handle by yourself. Call the Avengers or something.”

“Okay, I will.” He muttered as you flickered your eyes back to the television. Peter’s stayed on you for the rest of the show and until he fell asleep right after you.


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