i just love this part okay

“Coffee Shop Boy - Part 2″

AN // Originally this was meant to be a three part mini series but I don’t know if this needs a third part? If y’all want it though let me know! Also, listen, I know it’s July but a part in this is set around Christmas time okay I’m sorry I hate the summer.

Requested // Yes

Requests are open // Request here

TW // None

Part One

You Must Allow Me To Tell You How Ardently I Admire & Love You

He did see her again, in case you had been wondering. He had come to know that the coffee shop was her favourite place, as it had become his. You see it’d been months since these two’s paths had originally crossed. It was almost ritualistic now, he’d walk in and his eyes would instinctively land on their spot. He was never checking to see if it was free, it was always free, no one sat other than them ever say there, almost as though other people could tell the spot indirectly belonged to someone else. No, he was looking for her. He was looking for the top knot above a classic novel covering the face of the girl he’d found perfect company in. When she was there, he’d order his coffee to drink in, he’d sit and he’d write as she read. This comfortable quiet they’d created around each other was content and safe and he would spend forever there if he could. 

She was always there first. She had always been happy there, even before Harry, but now? Now she’d found a new reason to fall in love with it. It was their spot. She’d never stay as long when he wasn’t there, didn’t see a reason to, she’d realised she didn’t want to finish a novel without him there to listen to her recap it. They watched the seasons change from the coffee shop window and it was beautiful.

They met in Spring. The sweetest spring breeze, the smell of daffodils and the colours that painted to sky as the sun set were the scenery for some of their fondest memories. He remembered how she always ordered the same drink, a peach tea iced latte, remembered how she called it a ‘cup of happy’. They learnt the most about each other from March to May. He learnt where her love of books came from, how she liked that she could be in a different world even just briefly. She learnt that Harry loved music in the same way she loved novels. She learnt that he made music and he learnt that he really likes when she likes his music. She can’t remember a time when she’d been happier and he can’t think of a smile he loves more than hers.

She remembers the Summer. How he wasn’t there at all. He was gone for so long the coffee shop was becoming just the coffee shop again. She remembers how mad she was that he didn’t even say goodbye, doesn’t know how he tried to. It was a Thursday and she’d been asked to work the day shift instead of her usual night shift and Harry waited, almost missed his flight because he didn’t want to leave without seeing her. Without saying goodbye. He had to leave though, it was his job, and sure he loved his job but it was so alien to him not being around her. Almost felt like he was missing a limb. He missed her, to say the least, missed the smile that would always be waiting for him and how they could talk for hours about anything and it’d feel like 5 minutes. He missed his safe space. He missed his coffee shop girl. And she missed him. It didn’t feel the same without him there, she missed watching him write, how he’d always dodge the question when she asked what he was writing about and how he thinks she doesn’t notice. She missed talking to him, how he was the only one who genuinely wanted to hear about her love of books and how he doesn’t find it boring. She read less when he was gone. Her classics were collecting dust. As was his chair. As was she.

He was home by Autumn. It was the first thing he did when he got back, going to the coffee shop, everything else seemed to be an after thought. It was like the second he got home she was the only thing on his mind, like nothing other than seeing her mattered. So believe me when I tell you that on lookers saw what looked like a mad man when they saw his smile as he took in the familiar scene of his girl with her headphones in and a book covering her usually pouted lips. However they also saw his face fall as she didn’t reciprocate his smile, didn’t even remove her headphones. He still sits though, would rather be with her than not. They don’t speak for the most part, he writes and she reads but it’s not the same as it was before. There’s tension there now and Harry, for one, doesn’t like it. It’s not until he’s getting ready to leave before one of them breaks the silence and, to his surprise, it’s her.

“Why?” 

It’s quiet and Harry almost misses it and he’s confused as to what she’s asking. Confused as to why she’s mad at him.

“Why what, poppet?”

“Why didn’t you say goodbye?”

He’s stunned by the question because he tried, thought she knew he wouldn’t leave for so long without at least trying to say goodbye to her. He’s stunned by her voice, it’s so soft and small and it all but breaks his heart because he was gone for so long and here she was thinking that he didn’t even care enough to say goodbye.

“I tried, swear I tried. Waited all of Thursday for you before I had to go catch my flight. Never wanted to just disappear on you.”

“Oh…”

It’s quiet again but the tension’s gone now and their comfortable silence is back. They sit like this for a little while before Harry remembers why he was getting ready to leave in the first place.

“Missed you, you know?”

She looks up at him and she’s got this small, soft smile on her face that makes him melt.

“Missed you too.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She’s nodding bashfully with fingers trying to hide the childlike grin on her face. He missed her. He tried to say goodbye. She’s going to see him tomorrow.

It’s Winter now. More specifically holiday season, she’s reading Oscar Wilde’s A Picture Of Dorian Gray. Harry’s in his usual spot, he’s got his right hand on the neatly wrapped present tucked out of sight between him and his chair and he’s got his left hand playing with his lips masking a smile as he watches her read. As she finishes her book she places it back in her bag and takes out something reminiscent of the present Harry’s hiding. She places it in front of him and she stands to leave, a pretty smile on her lips. Harry discards of the wrapping paper to find a notebook, brown and leather reminiscent of his old one. Opening it to inspect it he notices an inscription that reads 

“Dear my coffee shop boy,

 I noticed your old one was getting full, I hope I get to read what’s in these one day. Happy holidays Harry.

 - From your coffee shop girl” 

He’s all but grinning as he speed walks outside, hoping she’ll still be there. He notices her by a car that looks like it’s ready for the scrap yard, she’s got the hood open and she’s shivering and bent over looking at the cars mechanics with a frustrated look on her face. Harry walks over 

“You need some help with that?" 

It startles her and she almost hits her head on the lifted hood. As she turns she nearly knocks them both over, not realising how close he was, only saved by his arms wrapping around her waist keeping them both from falling.

"Oh, it’s you!" 

She instantly relaxes when she recognises him, not even moving to make more room between them.

“Didn’t mean to scare you sweet, just looked like you were having a problem.”

“I’m okay, this always happens when it’s cold. Almost like it forgets how to run when its less than 10 degrees.”

“I can drop you home if you’d like?”

“I’d like that a lot.”

Anyone else and it would’ve been an instant no and she doesn’t know why she trusts him so much but it’s got her thinking that maybe the coffee shop isn’t her safe space, maybe he is. They walk side by side to his car in hushed serenity before he breaks the silence.

“The notebook was very sweet, you didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes I did, had to give you something to write in so you’d keep coming to the coffee shop to write”

 “Ah is that what it was? A plan to keep seeing me? Cunning thing you are poppet”

She’s giggling and he’s smiling at her, to anyone they’d look like long time lovers and they’re both so content. Getting into his car she can’t help but notice how warm it is even though it’s been sat in the snow the whole while they’ve been at the coffee shop. It clean and cosy and it smells like apples, it’s very Harry. She’s snapped out of her trance by his voice as he gets into the drivers seat.

“Got you something too, by the way.”

“You did?”

He reaches into his coat pocket and hands her a present wrapped neatly in brown wrapping paper with a white string bow around it. Untying the string and unwrapping the present she gasps, it’s a brown leather bookmark with ‘I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library’ engraved into it.

“Oh Harry, it’s beautiful.”

“Yeah? You like it?”

“I love it, thank you.”

She reaching over the gear controls to hug him and it shocks him but his more than happy to accept it. 

And so he drives her home and she asks if he’d like to come in and he says yes. Maybe this was a start of something beautiful. Maybe her coffee shop boy could become just her boy.

Skinny Dipping by @provocative-envy

Just a little aesthetic gift for the lovely Andrea ♥️ Happy birthday!!! ✨ I am sorry it’s not a drabble/OS (I am awful) I have been swamped with my writing so I thought I could at least give you this? I hope it’s okay. ♥️✨🍷

“Dibs,” Cormac says, squinting across the shallow part of the lake to where the new counselor is diligently inspecting inflatable canoes with Malfoy and Wood.

Flint looks up from his iPod speakers and barks out a laugh. “Like fuck.”

“Just because your type is boring and terrible and obsessed with—”

“Like fuck,” Flint hisses, more vehemently, expression turning mutinous. “I don't—who even told you—whatever. We’re not talking about me.”

Cormac snorts and drains the rest of his Bud Lite. “Well, we’re not talking about me, either.”

“You’re right,” Flint agrees. “We’re talking about how hard you’re gonna strike out with the mathlete over there.”

Cormac tilts his head to the side. “You think she’s a mathlete?”

Flint reaches for another beer, popping the tab with one hand and flipping his hat backwards with the other. “Her shirt’s tucked in. That’s, like—rulebook shit.”

Cormac hums thoughtfully. “Still hot,” he decides.

Flint shrugs. “Still gonna strike out.”

“Nah,” Cormac says, clapping Flint’s shoulder as he moves to stand up. “I’ve got this.”


He does not, in fact, have this.

Read it here

anonymous asked:

IT'S APOLLOINRED I'M NOT AT MY COMPUTER AND I JUST FINISHED PART 5 HOO BOY I'M ALREADY READY FOR A HYPOTHETICAL PART 6 BUT DAMN IF THAT DOESN'T HURT SO GOOD I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE TIM SO MUCH ESPECIALLY GIVEN WHAT GARBAGE WE HAVE IN THE DCU

Heh to you @apolloinred! You know, babe, this AOB universe has a hell of a lot of potential okay? I have my own guilty pleasure of Omega Tony, but I haven’t really come across too much Batfam AOBs? I thought that was odd, so I think I like the idea that people can make choices not totally ruled by their instincts. Like, Dick and Jay don’t bite Tim (even though they really think about it), and Tim only gives into his instincts after a hell of a long time supressing them. Like, people have these instincts to protect and at times to submit, but it’s not like a they can’t help themselves. They can, they can also choose to let themselves get lost in it. Just, the world building of this AOB, ah, it’s a process and it’s interesting as heck.

I’m so torn tho, babe. Just, torn okay. Because 1. Feral Pack Alpha Dick Grayson (shudders), 2. The kind of smut that would ensue. It could be just so easy to let those two pretty much tell Tim how it is and the only things that have changed are the fact he needs to smell more like pack and take better care of his ass, then commence to smut. Claiming that boy in every. fucking. way. possible.

OR:

Just angsty everything. Everything. Tim being all kinds of freaked out because he submitted to these two and it gives him so so many feels about himself and them. It’s so much, you weren’t serious about it. You were saving my life there, so let’s forget about it and go back to business as usual. Like, he just ducks and dodges for as long as he possibly can, deflect every way he knows how.

….and catches the attention of a certain immortal megalomaniac. You know, one that has recently learned the Detective is an Omega. A male Omega. One that could…provide him an heir.

SEE?! Dammit, I’m torn.  >.<  Lots of love to you babe.

anonymous asked:

Mom I feel horrible. My boyfriend has been pushing me a lot lately since I've been asking to meet his family. I figured he's already met my family, so it's only fair I meet his right? Wrong. Apparently his family disowned him several years ago, all cause he's trans ftm. I had no idea about any of this until last night. And I just feel awful that I even wanted to meet his family at this point. I love him just as much, despite wishing he'd told me sooner but he's not texting back. Did I screw up?

I personally am not qualified to speak on the trans part, because I obviously have no first-hand experience so I have no clue how he feels but I can tell you that it’s okay. He probably just needs space to cool down. This is a lot for him. @2pcanadas-googlehistory Got anything to add?

I can see part 5 Koichi on the horizon… and with him comes the dawn of the Vento Aureo anime (hopefully)…

Hey, you. Yeah, you. Reading this right now. Stop what you’re doing for a few minutes and read this, okay? It’s important. It’ll only take a few minutes, I promise.

Let me start off by telling you how incredibly brave you are. I’m serious. You’re living in an uncertain world, and you still woke up today. It doesn’t matter if you got out of bed. If you got dressed. You’re awake. You’re here, with us. With the community online that loves you. You’re here. You could have hidden yourself away today. But you didn’t. You were brave and came to be with your friends today.

You know what else, though? You’re a wonderful person. No, don’t argue. Just listen for now. It’s okay. You don’t have to believe it for it to be true. You have been through so much. It has made you stronger. You are so strong. That doesn’t mean you have to be strong all the time, though. You’re allowed to be weak. You’re allowed to need to lean on someone. It’s okay. Nobody is going to judge you for that. If they do, they must have forgotten that they’ve had to lean before, too.

You are not a mistake. You’re not worthless. You bring joy to peoples’ lives. You might not even know the people that you bring joy to, but they’re there. They exist. Just like others bring joy to your life. That’s an important thing to be a part of. We need more joy in the world. I’m so glad that you’re here to help with that. I’m so proud of you for being here.

You are wanted. You are needed. If something were to happen to you, there are people that would miss you. People who would ask what happened to you. There are people that care about your wellbeing. We love you. It’s okay to come to us when everything feels hopeless. You’re not worthless. I promise.

I’m so, so proud of you and so happy that you’re here, reading this right now. I’m so happy that you’re still with us. Please don’t go where your friends can’t follow. Nobody in the world can replace you.

You can keep scrolling now. Just remember that there’s someone out there that cares about you, okay? Have a good rest of your day.

so i might’ve been watching stardust and i might’ve gotten soppy about vanessa and usnavi so… have a vansnavi stardust au

Guys, I have so much to tell you about Will Roland

I may die penniless, unwed, and forgotten, but I will still die happy because I spent four hours of one long-ago summer in a song interpretation master class taught by Will Roland. 

I don’t even know where to BEGIN. To quote Rachel Bay Jones, Will…*bursts into laughter* oh my God, there’s so much Will.

Ramblings about Will Roland under the cut. This is my day with Will Roland.

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Flowers

Whenever Draco has a bad day, Harry buys him flowers. 

The first time it happens, Draco comes home from work with a scowl on his face. He just got some really bad news and knows the next few weeks will be hell for him. When Harry asks about his day, he doesn’t say anything. He knows, if he opens his mouth now, he will only snap at Harry and he really isn’t in the mood to fight. Not after the day he had. So he sits there, throughout their dinner, saying nothing.

When he gets up to take a shower, he catches Harry gazing at him sadly. Draco knows Harry is only worried about him, but this gets him even more irritated. Because now, on top of his bad mood, he feels guilty for making Harry feel this way.

Taking a shower normally relaxes him, but when he walks into his and Harry’s bedroom, his muscles are still tense and the scowl still won’t leave his face. The crease between his brows deepens even more when he sees something odd on his bedside table. That bouquet of peonies wasn’t there before. When he hears Harry enter the bedroom, Draco doesn’t turn around.

“Do I look like a girl, Potter?” he grumbles through gritted teeth. Why would Harry get him flowers? Harry doesn’t reply. Instead, Draco feels his arms wrap around his waist from behind. When Harry starts nuzzling his hair, Draco sighs and puts one of his hands on Harry’s.

Harry is only trying to cheer him up. And although Draco would never admit it out loud, getting flowers from his boyfriend is… kind of nice.

From this day on, whenever Draco comes home grumpy or moody, Harry will excuse himself quickly and return with a bouquet of sunflowers, or daisies, or hydrangeas… sometimes Draco doesn’t even know the name of the flowers Harry gets him. The only thing he knows is, it warms his heart when Harry is standing in front of him, smiling almost shyly, with a big bouquet in his arms.

So now, Draco isn’t that irritated anymore, when he had a bad day at work. He’s still moody and grumpy, he can’t control that, but he also knows that Harry will buy him flowers. And while they’re beautiful and Draco always admires and appreciates them for as long as they’re on his bedside table, it’s about so much more than just the flowers.

It reminds Draco of how thoughtful Harry is. It’s a sweet little gesture that reassures Draco.

Harry will always be there to cheer him up.

To make him feel loved.


Part 2

firstly, feel free to request more french masterposts. 
flirting in french; god, how i would love to be smooth in any language.
seriously, if i could neal caffrey my way through france, that would be great. so, this is a masterpost on how to flirt in french. - i’d like to think this is pretty important - as this is part of socializing in any language. flirtation is a very different thing than “picking up.” picking up is a kind of hunting game with a very pointed and invariable goal: to be making out as soon as possible! think barney from how i met your mother challenge accepted. flirtation, at least in france, is a totally different thing. it’s a different culture, a different lifestyle. it’s a way of being in everyday life, and unlike picking up, it has no defined goal. sometimes the french flirt because it’s just delightful to do so. think salt to pepper relationship. allowing each one to check, and at different levels, if he or she still has some charm operating. 

i would say that simple is always best: merely walk up to your chosen girl or guy and say je vous trouve absolument charmante (I find you absolutely charming / beautiful. be classy and to the point. with that and mind, read on!

let’s learn some classic phrases to become a regular femme fatale, shall we?

so; why flirt in french?

  • well, french is a sexy language. not going to lie. 
  • it’s the planet’s most-hyped language of love.
  • reaching that level of fluency feels amazing.
  • it gives you that confidence. social confidence.
  • becoming a smooth talker feels nice. i want to be one, anyway. 
  • tired of searching for love in english? 

french learning and french flirting 

  • let’s face it: in france, (or in any country for that matter), nobody speaks like a textbook, the president, or a language learning site (i’m looking at you, duolingo). it’s great for memorizing the fundamentals, but lacks that extra step that stands between you and complete fluency. 
  • flirting is part of socializing - and linguistically (i don’t know, it helped with me) it improves retention. it’s also just interesting to learn! 
  • flirting is just well.. fun. even if it doesn’t go anywhere.
  • a bit of verbal charm isn’t always necessary : but in my opinion, it helps you sound more natural / at ease / friendly. 
  • i somewhat lack verbal charm (i’m very, very awkward in social situations) so i probably need this masterpost as much as anyone else (: 

the classics: make love last. 
this is based upon what i’ve heard at school / restaurants / bars. 
okay fine: it’s based on the movies i’ve watched too. 

  • j’ai envie de t’embrasser / embrasse-moi - kiss me.. annouce it - make your intentions known! i’d like to kiss you’ - okay, you could just kiss someone instead of letting them know. but i don’t know.. there’s something romantic about it? best with a longing, meaningful stare. 
  • je t’aime: i’m pretty sure we all know this one. best with someone you care deeply for, i wouldn’t say this on a first date - but if you’re the direct type : this can help you get from a to z pretty quickly. 

the simple compliments: short and sweet
using these with a flirty look / tone of voice (as i’ve seen amongst my friends) can do wonders. play with your expression while practicing these: it makes a difference, trust me. you can begin with (oh putain) to make it sound authentic. it’s not (really) a ‘swear word’ and people use it often. best used in an informal setting. example: putain, t’es toujours canon toi ou quoi?

you can also add trop ( = too). example: trop belle, trop mignon(ne).
you can also add tellement ( = so) example: t’es tellement belle!
you can also add si ( = so) example: t’es si mignonne.
you can also use grave ( = totally) example: t’es grave belle. 

  • t’es mignon(ne).
  • t’es belle (/beau), toi. 
  • t’es canon. ( = you’re smoking hot). 
  • t’es con(ne). ( = you’re an idiot) - i’ve seen this used a lot flirtatiously.
  • t’es drôle. ( = you’re funny)
  • t’es magnifique. 
  • t’es charmant(e). 
  • t'es coquin / coquine! ( = you’re such a tease.)

the ‘social and the flirty’ 
inspired by my class facebook chat and group. some of them are direct quotes (:
these can be used as compliments / or flirtatiously. depends on your relationship with the person you’re giving them to. 

  • cette beauté chaton, tu m’ éblouie. ( = you dazzle me with your beauty.)
  • une beauté divine. ( = a divine beauty or: you’re so divine.)
  • ouloulouloulouloulou. ( = you really have to hear this one.)
  • tu brilles de mille feux.
  • j'te pécho. ( = like the equivalent of ‘to pick up someone’ in english). 
  • bg, or beau / belle gosse ( = hot guy, hot girl). 
  • une petite merveille. ( = a wonder, someone to be marveled at). 
  • une bombe. ( = bombshell, someone pretty - same thing as ‘belle gosse’.)
  • le petit côté mystérieux femme fatale je kiffe. - je kiffe means i like. 
  • la beauté à l état pur ( = beauty at its purest form). 
  • dingue! ( = crazy, as in crazy beautiful). 
  • j'ai pas les mots.( = i have no words). 
  • wahhh, la classe! ( = classy!)
  • c’est fou, tant de beauté ( = you’re so beautiful, it’s crazy.)

flirting at a bar or restaurant? 

  • t’as d’beaux yeux, tu sais? the phrase ‘you’ve got beautiful eyes’ pretty much works in any language (though, i think it sounds extra gorgeous in french). the phrase actually comes from a french film called le quai des brumes. fair warning: this is an extreme cliché, : it’s basically the english equivalent of do you come here often? it can be said ironically, if you’re not the cliché type. best with a wink and a devilish smile (; 
  • je peux t’offrir / vous (formal) une verre ? : can i buy you a drink?
  • vous êtes célibataire ? mais comment est-ce possible ? - you’re single? but how’s that possible? 
  • vous venez souvent ici ? - do you come here often? ha, classic.  a phrase that transcends cultural barriers: “ the sentence could be followed up by complaints — about the bartender, about the clients or about how the bar isn’t as good as it used to be. a french tradition is râler, a sort of complaining. finding things to complain about is a way that many french people choose to bond with new acquaintances. this is not true of anyone.
  • t’as une miette (you’ve got a crumb) as you pretend to stroke something off of someone’s face, first with your fingers, then with your lips.
  • tu m’excites ! ( = you turn me on.)
  • “j’ai une première édition de ‘à la recherche du temps perdu.’ tu veux le voir ?” -  i have the first edition of “in search of lost time. (written by proust). do you want to see it?” in france (for me, at least) cultural knowledge is sexy. in America, we often ask if you’d like a nightcap. choose something cultural and intellectual in france, and you’re far more likely to get a oui.
  • je veux te revoir. ( = i want to see you again.) 
  • alors, ça roule? ( = how you doin’ - joey, friends.)
  • excuse-moi. est-ce que t’embrasses les inconnus ? non ? donc, je me présente. excuse me, do you kiss strangers? No? then let me introduce myself.
  • excuse-moi, j'ai perdu mon numero de téléphone. est-ce que je peux t'emprunter le tien?“ excuse me, i seem to have lost my phone number. could I borrow yours? 

let me know if you’d like to know more! you can never be too charming (:

Promises (Part One)

Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peter Parker is your best friend (and crush), although you don’t know he’s Spider-Man yet. One day, you’re attacked by The Vulture and badly hurt.

Word count: 1,472

Warnings: Some violence and mention of blood.

Tags: @thisisthelilith @idroppedthefries @avengers-earths-mightiest-heroes

A/N: I’m still shook about spiderman: homecoming, the avengers: infinity war trailer (that i didn’t even get to see smh), and I recently found out that infinity wars was being filmed in Queens A WEEK before I was planning to visit NYC…so I’ve been working on this request to calm me down lol. I have way too many feelings about Marvel atm. Someone please help me 🙃 (Also, I’m turning this request into multiple parts because I had way too many ideas for it and it was about to be way too long)

(Part Two)


“Hey, you,” You heard from behind your locker door.              

The voice scared you so much that you slammed your locker shut in panic. When you saw who it was, your cheeks turned bright crimson.

“Jesus, Peter. You scared the shit out of me.”

Peter just grinned, amused that he was able to fluster you without even trying.

“Sorry. Why so jumpy today?” he asked with a chuckle.

“I don’t know. I just woke up feeling kind of weird today. It’s no big deal. What are you doing after school today? Ned told me he got the Lego Deathstar set.”

Peter raised an eyebrow and leaned against the locker beside you. Your quick change of subject and flustered rambling couldn’t trick him. He knew something was wrong with you, but he decided to bypass it for now. He didn’t want to make you talk about something you didn’t want to talk about, so he just shook his head and carried on with the conversation as if everything was normal.

“I heard. I wish I could help you guys build it, but I got the Stark internship after school.”

You rolled your eyes and copied his pose, your shoulder falling hard against your locker.

“You always have the Stark internship. Doesn’t he ever let you take a break?”

Peter chuckled again.

“Uh, not really. No. It’s okay though, I like it.”

You were still annoyed, but you didn’t want to crap all over something Peter loved. So you just gave him a little fake smile instead.

“I’m glad you enjoy it. Ned and I will miss you though.”

Peter gave you one of his little appreciative half-smiles.

“I’ll miss you, too. Uh, both of you… I mean,” He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. “Anyways, can I walk you out?”

You nodded and the both of you headed towards the front entrance of Midtown High.

You and Peter had parted ways a while back on your journey home. You felt a little antsy walking alone in Queens, and Peter was reluctant to leave you alone, but you convinced him that you would be fine. You kept checking your phone nervously, waiting for Ned to text you back about the plan for that night. When you looked up, you realized that you didn’t even know where you were walking anymore. You stopped and looked around. There was an ominous feeling in the air – the same creepy feeling you got when you woke up this morning. Something bad was about to happen. You could feel it.

You spun around, and just as you did, you saw a winged creature swooping down to grab you. The last thing you saw before you blacked out was a pair of mechanical talons gripping your shoulders.

When you woke up, your vision was blurry. You tried to sit up, but when you did, your body was wracked with pain. You fell back to the ground and hit your head on the pavement, worsening your anguish. When you reached back to cradle it, you felt something warm and sticky on your hands. You tried to lift your other arm, but couldn’t. You tried and failed to move your legs as well. You didn’t know what happened to you, but you knew that it was bad. You lay still, waiting for the pain to stop when you saw a blurry figure running to you.

“Y/N!” You heard the figure scream, and you knew at once that it was Peter.

But you were out before you could even say his name.

… 

Beep…Beep…Beep.

The first thing you heard before you opened your eyes was the steady beeping of the heart monitor next to you. The next thing was worried voices speaking next to you.

“She’s going to be alright, kid. It’ll take her a while to get there, but she’s going to be alright.”

“You don’t get it, Tony. I let this happen. Me. This whole thing is my fault.”

As soon as you recognized the second voice as Peter’s, you knew you had to open your eyes for him. It took all of the strength in your body, but finally your eyes fluttered open. You tried to say something comforting to him, but nothing came out. Instead, you made a grunting noise and tried to reach out for him.

Peter immediately kneeled down next to you and put an arm on your shoulder.

“Y/N? Are you okay? Wait, no, don’t try to talk. Or move. Just…thank god you’re okay.”

“P…Peter. W-what…happened?” You struggled to ask.

Peter just stared at you with a pained expression.

“It’s…complicated. You got hurt. But you’re going to be okay now.”

You turned your gaze to Tony Stark, who was standing sullenly in the corner of the room.

“Why is he here? Where am I?”

Tony stepped forward and gripped the footboard of your hospital bed.

“You’re in Avengers Tower. In the medical bay.”

“What? Why aren’t I in a real hospital? Where’s my parents…?”

You shifted uncomfortably under your sheets, trying to sit up, but stopped abruptly and groaned when you felt a sharp pain in your ribs. Peter pressed gently on your shoulder to keep you from moving.

“I wouldn’t do that, Y/N.”

“Why am I here? And where are my parents?” You asked again sharply, starting to fully regain your voice.

“Your parents are on their way here. And, uh, you’re here because… well, because…”

“Because Peter reached out to me for help when he found you. We’ve got the best and brightest working here. You’re in very good hands,” Tony interrupted.

“Yeah, exactly. Plus he offered to keep you here for free so your parents won’t have to pay any medical bills. He’s been really helpful with all of this.”

You relaxed back into your pillows, staring at Tony with a questioning look.

“Thank you, Tony,” you mumbled, not buying that that was the whole story.

“No problem. Any friend of Peter’s is a friend of mine. I should go, but Peter here will take excellent care of you. It was a pleasure to meet you, Y/N. I’m just sorry it had to be under these circumstances.”

With that, he patted Peter roughly on the shoulder, gave him a look over the rim of his glasses, and walked out the door.

“What was that about?” You questioned Peter.

“Nothing. It’s fine.”

He put both of his elbows on the edge of your bed, balling his fists together and resting them against his lips. He was thinking very hard about something.

“Peter… don’t think for one second that I’m going to give up asking about what’s going on. I’m not stupid. I know something bad happened, and I need to know what it was,” You croaked.

Peter looked into your eyes, and you could tell he knew you were right. He had to tell you, no matter how hard it was for him. He sighed loudly and got up to pull up a chair beside you.

“Okay. Uh, I don’t really know how to say this…but, uh, you were attacked. By The Vulture. Do you know who that is?”

You furrowed your eyebrows, searching your brain for any prior knowledge you had of who that could be. When you finally remembered seeing him on the news a few times, you nodded slowly.

“Spider-Man fought him a couple of times, right?”

Peter nodded at the floor, not able to look you in the eyes.

“Ned called me and said you never texted him back. He seemed really worried, so I started walking to your house to see if you were there. And then on the way I saw him… and I found you. Just laying there in an alley. I was so scared. I thought that I was too late. I thought I lost you, Y/N.”

He looked so upset that it took everything in your power not to sit up and wrap your arms around him. Instead, you rested your hand on top of his. It was all you could muster. Peter sniffled a little bit and gave you a weak smile.

“I don’t understand, Peter. What would The Vulture want with me?”

Peter looked up at you and shook his head slowly.

“I…don’t know, Y/N. I’m so sorry.”

He looked like he was almost in as much pain as you, so you intertwined your fingers with his in an attempt to comfort him further.

“Why are you sorry? This isn’t your fault, Peter.”

He smiled again, but he still looked tormented.

“I’m never going to let anything bad happen to you again,” he whispered, tightening his grip on your hand. “I promise.”

You smiled at him sleepily. Feeling your cheeks beginning to burn, you cleared your throat and released his hand.

“So…Avengers Tower, huh? Do you think you could get Black Widow to pay me a visit?”

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Wicked Game ~ Peter Parker

Summary: Peter Parker’s best friend falls in love with him and holds back her feelings until she can’t take it anymore, but Peter’s heart is already taken by another.

word count: 1,420

Warnings: Angst, couple swears

Based on the song Wicked Game by Ursine Vulpine

Peter Parker was the perfect boy. He was smart, handsome, clever, and kind. Everything

I look for in a guy. I mean I shouldn’t be so surprised I fell in love with him. He’s basically a Disney prince, but ten times more charming. I’ve been friends with Peter since I was 3 years old. Our parents had worked together until they passed away. I confronted him through everything, I was even the first person he told about how he became Spiderman. I was the person who held him after his Uncle Ben died. I was there for everything. Which made me think I had a chance  I was a fool to think Peter actually had feelings for me.

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“Y/n come on we have to get to class” I heard Peter exclaim.

“Yeah whatever, school sucks” I giggled chasing after him since he had gotten ahead. I walked into the school which had definitely changed over night. There were homecoming posters and decorations.

“Are we still on for watching Lord of the Rings tonight Pete?” I asked as we stopped at my locker. As I was twisting the lock I felt Peters breath on my neck.

“As soon as I’m done fighting crime I’ll be over” he whispered sending shivers down my spine.

“Okay,” I said so quietly I’m pretty sure he didn’t hear me.

“Peter let’s go,” I said turning around, but he was already gone and talking to Liz which made my blood boil.

“And again I’m talking to myself because of her,” I said under my breath my voice laced with annoyance. I curled my fists in a ball. The way he looked at her made me so angry and I don’t know why. He’s just my best friend. Nothing else and that’s period. Right?  I walked away from the scene not wanting to witness anything else. At this point, I just want to go home. I could feel my heart ache all day, but why? I can’t be mad at Peter for talking to other girls I’m not the only person in his life. We’re just best friends. I’m just wondering why it hurts so much.

I went through my classes until the final bell finally rang. I let out a sigh of relief and practically ran out the door. I’m 110% sure I don’t want to deal with Peter right now. So I may or may not have run home. Okay, I did, but I mean at least I actually got exercise instead of having my head buried in a book or laptop. I got my keys out of my backpack and as I was turning the lock I heard Peter talking to Ned. It really sucks when the person you’re trying to avoid lives in the same apartment as you. I opened the door and scrambled into my apartment faster than humanly possible and darted to my bedroom. Truthfully I just wanted to be alone. Usually, I come home wanting to read a book, but all I wanted to do is watch sappy romances and cry. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes. I felt single tears slide down my face when I heard a knock on the window making me jump and fall out of my bed. I quickly wiped the tear from my eye going to the window and opening it up so Peter could get in. All of the sudden everything was better just seeing his goofy smile warmed my heart and for a split second

I forgot he was even the reason I’m so upset. My world was burning down because of this boy, yet he was the only one who could save me. I flopped down on my bed looking at the ceiling.

“Why have you been avoiding me all day”? He asked

“I am not”

“I literally saw you run from the school I’m pretty sure faster than I can run” he laughed

“Well maybe I just wanted to work out”

“Since when do you work out” he laughed

“Oh my god stop” I giggled grabbing a pillow and whacking him with it.

“Ow seriously,” he said laughing.

“Don’t you have spidey things to do?” I asked

“You seemed upset so I’ll skip it for tonight, I don’t think Queens will go to hell if I take a night off” That sentence melted my heart. He was taking off because I was upset. This boy is literally going to be the death of me. I didn’t realize how close we were. I was staring right into his beautiful brown eyes and all I wanted to do was kiss him. Wait no why would I want to kiss my best friend. I was mentally freaking out so, I quickly sprung off my bed.

“I have to the bathroom” I squeaked, practically running to the bathroom. I opened the bathroom door and immediately shoved it closed and locked the door making sure I heard the click to know it was locked. I went to the sink looking in the mirror. I had this strange feeling to kiss him. I wanted to kiss him. The amount of desire I have for this boy is driving me insane. That’s when it all made sense. I was in love with Peter Parker. He was literally my dream boy. I would have never thought I meet someone like him, But I couldn’t lose him over a simple crush. If love is just a simple crush. My cheeks were flushed red from embarrassment so I swiftly turned on the faucet and splashed water in my face. The cold water wasn’t enough. I grabbed the nearest towel and wiped my face off and then threw it back onto the sink. I sluggishly walked back to my room trying to think of an excuse of why I was freaking out. Why did I have to fall in love? Especially with him. I don’t want to be in love with my best friend. I don’t have a chance so all I can do is a dream, but how long can dream until I go completely insane. I gradually opened the door to find Peter gone. I saw a note lying on the bed. So much for him spending the night with me.

Mr. Stark called it’s super important. I’m so sorry I had to leave. Have a great night Y/N, love Peter

What kind of game is this boy playing? Is he trying to make me fall in love with him? Well if that was the game he won. I grabbed the paper and ripped it in half. I wanted to scream. I was so angry. I was furious. I was so in love with him. Simple crush my ass. I’m drop dead head over heels for Peter. I left the torn up paper on the bed and moved my way over to the bed. I got under the covers, and that’s when I lost it. I was bawling. It was uncontrollable. I swiftly jumped out of my bed. I needed fresh air. I opened up my window and climbed up the fire escape to the roof. I did this when I was upset about something. Now thinking about it. The times I went up here are all because of Peter Parker. Who thought the best thing in my life could cause me so much pain. I sat there, taking deep breaths finally calming myself down. I sniffled wiping the tears from my face.

“Y/N why are you crying” I heard from behind me, scaring the hell out of me. Why does this boy insist on trying to be with me when he the reason for all my problems, but I had enough of it.

“You, I’m so in love with you, and I can’t have you, It took me a long time to realize, but I love you okay, now can you please go away or tell me you feel the same way” I practically screamed leaving him speechless.

“Y/N I-I”

“What Peter just say it,” I said quietly

“I just asked Liz to homecoming” he murmured, and that’s when I felt my heart drop. Why did I fall in love with Peter Parker?

Part 2 maybe ndjwfjkwj

Update! Part 2 has been posted! :)