You were having a hard time trying to understand where everything went wrong. Was it something you did? Was it something you said? For some reason just thinking about it, hurts. You were just staring into space when someone plopped down next to you, scaring you. Jumping out of your seat into a fighting stand causing the other person to laugh, a familiar laugh.
“ Geez, Dunne. Trying to give a girl a heart attack?” you sit back down in the previous spot, leaning your face with your hand as you looked at the wall opposite of you.
“ Somethin’ troubling yeh squirt?” you shrugged not even bothering to answer him. You felt him move closer as he wraps an arm around you, tugging you to him.
“ What do you want, Pete?” he places a kiss on your cheek, which was unusual thing for him to do. This caught your attention, turning to glance at him. His gaze was soft, it was like a whole different person was sitting besides you.
“ I saw yeh over here, I got worried” you had to hold back a laughter. Was he for real?
“ Are you drunk?” you ask, making sure you really were talking to him, the real him. He shakes his head no. “ Why?”
“ You aren’t usually this nice to me or any women”He shrugs, offers you a smile.
“ Yeh are one of a kind”
“ I feel honored” He laughs making you smile. “ Thank you” he stops laughing, his eyebrows knit together in confusion to why you would say that. “ For being here when I just needed someone. I know we don’t talk much but you made me feel better”
“ Don’t get used t’ it” He mumbles looking down at his hands. His hair falls shielding his eyes and you can’t help to yourself but move his hair away causing to look back up.
“ What are yeh doing?” He asks, watching. He moves away a little, cautious of your touch. It’s not that he doesn’t like it. You make him nervous, he could feel his heart beating faster and his hands starting to sweat. He shakes it off, but it doesn’t just goes away. He coughs, a snarl is on his lips in minutes.
“ Don’t touch me” he growls, standing up. “ I’m sorry” you mumble, looking down at the floor. He rolls his eyes before he kneels down before you bringing your face up with his two fingers.
“ Look yeh are amazing, yeh know? Every guy backstage here, likes yeh. Yeah, but t’ me. I don’t want t’ be just another guy that falls for yeh. I want t’ be the only”
“ Pete..” you gasp at his words putting a hand on his cheek. This time things are different then what Jimmy had said to you.
With Pete, it feels right and you can feel something for him. Just by being near him, wanting to touch him. He closes his eyes, leaning into your touch like it was going to vanish any minute.
“ I don’t wanna be just another number..” you mumble. He hears it, opening his eyes sighing to himself. He understands what you mean, he can’t help himself that he’s a ladies man. But he’s going to try. He’s going to prove to you that he only wants you.
“ But Jimmy…” you start to say. Pete pulls away from you, scowling at the mention of his name. “ Don’t even talk about him. He doesn’t deserve t’ have his name slip out of yeh mouth.”
“ I was going to say he fucked up…” Pete nodded, snickering. “ He’s no man Y/N, a man doesn’t hurt a woman like yeh like that.”
“ Pete-” he cuts you off. “ If yeh are goin’ t’ defend him then ‘m wastin’ my time” He stands up but you take a hold of his arms. “ Pete, it’s not easy. He’s been my best friend for years. He hurt me yes, but I just forget him like a switch”
He cups your face with both his hands, “ ‘ll make yeh forget him.” He leans in brushing his lips against yours, he wants to give you a chance to pull away. When you don’t, he presses his lips against yours.
His lips are soft, goosebumps spread across your body and a feeling of warmth. You hold onto his wrist, kissing him back and smiling into the kiss. He pulls away, just a little bit as he looks at you from behind his eyelashes.
“ I do like yeh Y/N but I only want t’ be yeh one and only… no one else..” you process what he’s trying to say when you realize he knows about everyone who has kissed you and Jimmy having feelings for you. He wants you to be his and let everyone else go. You do like Pete, but you were scare that if you got into relationship with him then things would go downhill and you’d lose everyone.
Your friends were your family.
“ I can’t choose, Pete. You know my friends are my family”
“ Trent, Tyler and Havoc aren’t. They are usin’ yeh t’ get t’ me”
“ No, they are my friends Peter”
He cringed as you used his real name, he pulls away and steps back from you.
“ Yeh can’t string everyone along Y/N. Maybe yeh will lose everything just like yeh fear yeh would”
How did he know that?
“ Yeh talked when yeh think” he adds, looking you up and down, scowling before taking his U.K. title dropping it over his shoulder to walk away when he stops in his tracks hearing your voice.
“ Your not any better Pete, throwing woman around like toys. You fuck them, then leave them. You don’t understand the meaning of a relationship”
He looks at you over his shoulder, scoffing, “ ‘ve been in one Y/N.”
“ You break hearts Dunne and I don’t want mine broken”
“ Don’t judge a book by it’s cover Y/N, as they say” He says before he walks away leaving you alone.
“ So yeh are trailing us along?” you turn your head seeing Trent standing with Tyler by his side, looking hurt and like someone threw them around over and over. You shake your head, taking a step towards them.
“ No, that’s not it” you say. Trent shakes his head, “ I don’t want t’ hear it. T’ think I was fallin’ for yeh…I was stupid” He says, his body shakes as he feels like he’s about to cry. He turns around not wanting to even look at you anymore.
“ Yeh are the only one to break hearts” Tyler says, “ Yeh hurt and hurt people, and for what?” He adds, shaking his head turning around.
“ Trent, Tyler… look I-”
“ I said don’t!” Trent turns back around, spatting angrily with tears streaming down his cheeks. “ I never met such a lad like yeh..”
“ Please… Trent.. It’s not it..” He shakes his head walking off with Tyler behind. You turn your head the other way to see Pete with his shoulder against the wall and a smirk on his face.
Squinting your eyes with your fist by your side, his smirk widens seeing your angry stance. Making a bee line to him with your fist raised, “ Why do you alway like to ruin it!” you yell getting into his face.
“ I didn’t ruin anythin’, yeh did” he points behind you, “ yeh hurt my friends.” “ And you hurt me” you mumble. “ How did I hurt yeh?”
“ You like to play games with women, treat them with care then spit on them as if they are nothing to you”
“ Not to yeh, ‘m just tellin’ the truth Y/N. Two down, one to go…”
“ Jimmy can fuck off, for all I care…” you mumble.
“ That leaves yeh all t’ me” he says.
“ Who said I want to be yours? Never in a million years would I want to be yours Peter. Never. Ever. Ever”
“ We’ll see about that” He leans in, kissing your cheek before he hears his name being called.
Is she going to fix things with Trent and Tyler? What’s going to happen with her and Jimmy? Let me know what you think.
fully expected to sleep until at least noon, but I managed to feel wide awake
at 9AM and by 11, I was already sitting on a lounge chair in Niall’s backyard,
my cheap sunglasses doing a poor job of shading the blinding sun from my eyes.
it be any hotter?” I whined as I fanned myself with my hand.
dontcha jump in the pool?” Niall suggested as he flipped a burger on the
yet,” I shook my head. “I wanna eat first.”
also a little self-conscious about stripping down to my bathing suit in front
of Niall, but I wasn’t about to say that.
you’re in luck, ‘cause these are ready.”
I jumped up from my seat.
grinned at me as I took a plate from him and prepared my burger. As I sat down
at the patio table, he pulled two beers out of a cooler and handed me one
before sitting next to me.
Blondie,” I told him with a mouth full of burger.
The fact that It/Pennywise is an evil cosmic entity who has been killing people in this town for years, and yet Richie be like “Yeah, I’m like %10000000000 done with you” and hits its head with a bat. Iconic.
Hey can we get a fanfiction on Peter x Reader, where the reader is Tony’s daughter and it’s just super cute and fluffy.
(AN. Hi! this is basically just Peter fluff o k I love it and dad!Tony is just killing me)
Being Tony Stark’s daughter is overrated.
It was just a huge, chaotic mess of helping Tony prevent the world from going into a more chaotic state. It’s not that (Y/n) doesn’t like her father or anything, it’s because she loved him so much she was worried half to death everyday that he wouldn’t come home in one piece after a mission.
But like everything else in the world, being a Stark has its perks. (Y/n) grew up with the Avengers, meaning that when she was a little girl, it was Natasha and Clint who told her how to fight, Steve who told her bedtime stories, Bruce who tutored her, and Thor who comforted her when she was afraid of thunderstorms.
But that was years ago.
Now (Y/n) is 15, too old for bedtime stories or to be afraid of thunderstorms.
The events of the Sokovia accords broke her. What she knew as her family was now separated into two.
She would give anything to hear another bedtime story from Steve.
“(Y/n)?” Peter called, noticing that (Y/n) had a blank stare in her usually lively eyes,“Are you okay?”
(Y/n) snapped out of her train of thoughts. “I’m fine,” she sighed quietly.
They sat on the couch together, watching the Hobbit as their hands tangled together, (Y/n)’s head on Peter’s shoulder.
Of course, the Sokovia Accords also has its perks. She met Peter.
At first, Peter was just a stuttering mess who didn’t know how to act around her. Given time, they bonded over their love of Star Wars their similar intention of saving the world. It wasn’t until one night while watching Return Of The Jedi that Peter suddenly blurted out that he liked her.
That was two months ago.
And no, her father didn’t know.
Honestly, (Y/n) wasn’t really sure how he’ll react when he finds out.
“You’re doing that again,” Peter said softly. (Y/n)’s nose crinkled in confusion, “doing what?”
“That look with your eyes. Like you’re thinking, you know? What are you thinking about?” he asked with genuine curiosity and fascination.
“Just how dad will react if he knew,” (Y/n) said, chuckling in the end.
Peter grinned, kissing her nose playfully. “He’ll kill me when he finds out.”
“Who’ll kill you when who finds out what?” asked a stern voice from the back of the room, causing (Y/n) and Peter to jump in their seats.
Tony had ‘the look’ in his eyes, meaning that he could go off anytime now.
He stepped closer to Peter. “Don’t tell me it’s what I think it is.”
Peter sank down in seat. “I-I think it is what you think it is…?” he answered uncertainly.
“Okay,” Tony said, forcing himself to say the word.
“It’s okay?” Peter asked, a tint of hope in his voice.
“No,” he replied. “I’m giving you a five-minute head start.”
Peter’s eyes widened like tennis balls as he ran to the door, giving a pleading and apologetic look at (Y/n).
As soon as Peter was out of sight, Tony sat next to his daughter and gave her a grin. He laughed out loud. “He’s going to be so pissed when he finds out I’m just messing with him.”
On my first Fourth of July in the United States, I woke up in the morning, stretched and realized that my wife was still in bed.
I asked if she was going to work. She said, “Oh, don’t you know today is July Fourth?”
I looked through our window. Just about everybody in Fernley, Nevada, the town where we lived, was on their way to Main Street with chairs, umbrellas, drinks and snacks.
I was confused. What were they going to celebrate? I was curious, too, so I got our camp chairs and headed out to join our neighbors. That’s when my wife told me what was going on: “July Fourth is America’s Independence Day.”
I jumped out of my seat! This couldn’t be true. Who could have colonized a great country like America?
I thought colonization only occurred in Africa, where I grew up. I didn’t believe her.
That was in 2014 — the year I found out that America was once a British colony, just like my native Ghana.
I have had the privilege of seeing two ways of celebrating independence — and along the way have given a lot of thought to what independence really means.
Request: okay so I saw how your requests are open and yay! and could I request a Bucky x reader? like something about how he loves flirting with her and getting her flustered because she’s kinda shy, and she thinks it’s nothing but he really likes her? sorry if it’s too specific.- anon
Bucky Barnes X shy!Reader
Word Count: 1312
A/N: Hi! I hope this is okay. I’m a terrible flirt, so I did my best with this!! I hope that you like it, and that it’s nice a fluffy after my last one-shot. Feedback would be awesome! :) xo
A/N: Oh my god you guys!! I have so much to discuss but first and foremost I want to thank all of you for making this story into what it is. I started this story two weeks ago and in those two weeks I’ve gained almost 2000 followers and have had success that I never even dreamed of. Thank you so much for all that you’ve done for me, for this story, and hopefully for stories I write in the future!!! Skyline wouldn’t be what it is today without you guys. Secondly, there will be a pt. 7!!! I know I keep saying this, but I really did mean for this to be the last part. It’s just that there are so many things I want to include and plot points I want to flesh out, and although I feel bad for writing angst chapter after angst chapter, I want to give you guys my all and I don’t want to short change you. Finally, I would like to thank my friends Zoe and Jen for helping me brainstorm ideas and helping finalize details and plot points. I love you guys so so much!! Also, everyone, again, I DO NOT HAVE A TAGS LIST!!! I put this at the beginning of every chapter, it’s in my bio, and I’ve made multiple posts but people keep spamming me about it. I am truly not trying to be mean, but I do my best to respond to every ask and message I get, and having to sort through a million people asking the same question is hard guys!!!. Before, I go, one last thing: because everyone has sent me in songs that they listen to that remind them of Skyline, I compiled them into a playlist along with ones I listen to!! Please give it a listen and try to listen in order, as the songs follow the storyline. Link is below. Enjoy everyone!!
Waking up the next morning was hard. Sleep was like temporary amnesia, and when
you awoke alone in bed, your hand automatically reached out for the note that
Spider-Man always left before he disappeared every night. Instead of feeling the usual smooth sheet of
paper, however, you felt empty sheets that seemed colder than ever before. It was then that the events of the previous
night tumbled into your head, from your request to know Spider-Man’s identity,
to him saying I love you for the first time, to you giving him up.
You groaned and rubbed your hand across your face,
fatigue taking over. More than anything,
you wanted to fake an illness, stay in bed all day, and wallow in your
thoughts, but you knew you had to get up.
Although the breakup hurt you (did it count as a breakup if you were
never really together in the first place?), you knew you made the right
choice. There was no way a relationship
with a superhero would work out if the significant other didn’t know who they
were; if you were to fall in love, you would need to be able to fall
Request: Omg I need a
reaction from bts to that vibrator situation, wow, please can you do that
mommy? The one where they make you wear a vibrator to which they have the
remote/app to whilst you’re both with other members of bts? 😍😍😍😍😍
Omg just reading about
that bullet vibration thing is getting me wet, can you please make a reaction
like that with bts? Where they make you wear a bullet vibrator out in public
with them while they have the control to it through an app?
Goddamn that sounds so
hot. Can you make a bts reaction to that? Bts reaction to making you put on a
vibrator and them having control over it through a remote or app while you both
are out with the other boys? Please please please please please mommy, I never
knew I needed something like this
Wow can I request that
as a reaction? The vibrator in public & the boys of bts having control over
BTS reaction to
finding out that you have a sex toy inside you (butt and/or vagina) in public?
Thank you hehe.
He hates it when you didn’t pay attention to him. So he made you wear
the damn thing and everytime you actually managed to concentrate in class he
put it in motion making you want to cum on the spot. And when you turned to him to turn it off, he offered you the angel smile he was so famous for.
Yoongi would either put it to full motion or he just stopped it. It was
driving you nuts. On the edge, but not exactly. Yoongi toyed with you, where
ever you went, whenever he wanted. And when you were about to just remove the god damn thing, you remembered the last time you didn’t followed thhe rules. Long tory short, it didn’t ended well.
It was one his most torturous punishments. He would put it on half motion while you past him in the school corridor, making you turn around, a
silent plead in your eyes. However, he was only smirking evily, and then turned it to full motion making you drop your thigns and fall on the ground so you could so something about it. While Namjoon helped you collect your stuff, his husky voice whispered “Good girl.”
The ride in the bus was bumpy on it’s own but Hoseok wanted you to feel
it even more so he slowly started increasing the speed of the bullet vibrator
inside you, making you jump out in surprise. Hoseok would release a small laugh, taking your hand in his, offering a small smile and an encouraging “You can do it.”
The prince of dance rarely takes risks, but this time he just couldn’t stop
himself. You wanted to bring out the beast in him, so you put the sex toy on
and downloaded the app on jimin’s phone and then whispered secretly in his ear
what you did. And did he think about anything else that same day. At the end he
got so frustrated
Boy is crazy. He will make you see stars throught the freaking day. In
ten minutes the pace was going from fast to slow to stop to slow to middle to
fast and in the middle of literature you cried. Then you received a me “Don’t
you dare cum. Y/n, I’m warning you. I’m watching. From everywhere.
Jungkook. The captain of the football team that had a secret
relationship with the most quiet and good girl in the campus. The Jungkook that
made his princess wear the vibrator while he controlled it. As he was having
lunch he saw you with your friends on the other table eating quietly. His
friends asked him why was he looking the direction of the goodies. Jungkook
said nothing, only put the vibrator on full motion, watching smugly as you
jumped off your seat. That made him want to fuck you right on the table.
summary : peter, hopeless romantic that he is, has a cache of love letters, all addressed to you, hidden under his bed and expertly crafted. he never anticipated them being read, or the feelings he has for you being returned.
word count : 3.1k (holy fucking hell i’m sorry)
Peter couldn’t help it, the way that he was. He was a romantic at a heart, though the awkwardness of him had a tendency to prevail rather than the confident, smooth talking, small part of him that had a desperate desire to reveal itself. Spider-man was as suave as a fifteen year old boy could be; Peter Parker was awkward, inept at participating in normal, human conversation and often incapable of forming coherent sentences more often than not. He wasn’t the best at talking to people besides Ned and Aunt May and- on occasion- Tony Stark. Especially not you. If there was one person that he turned into an absolute bumbling, ridiculous mess around, it was you. He loathed himself for it, sure that you thought that he was weird, annoying, the same way that anyone who didn’t know him assumed he was.
Ned, however, continuously insisted that you found Peter to be a sweetheart, like anyone who got to know him well enough did, and that you liked him very much- perhaps more than a friend, though Peter had immediately scoffed at the notion. It was out of the question, downright ludicrous. But, of course, Ned had implanted the idea in Peter’s head, and now the boy’s ever creative mind refused to stop constructing various scenarios in which you were Peter’s girlfriend and he was as happy as he had ever been.
While he had been a perfectly charming boyfriend in each and every one of those little dream sequences of his, he was hopelessly lost for words whenever you approached him, unable to even ask what class you had next, let alone reveal the pure adoration he had been holding on to ever since you had been placed beside him in Bio in your freshman year. You had always been the one to stick up for him and smile at him and treat him like a decent human being, and so of course he fell for you, and now he could barely look you in the eye without his cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink. So, he bottled his feelings and let them out in a way he had never known could help him.
He wrote to you every single day and poured his heart out in every single letter and expressed every thought he knew, in his heart, he would never be able to say out loud. Writing what he felt was so much simpler than saying the words out loud. That was what he assumed, anyhow. He took his pen and placed it down on the paper, starting it the same way he always did.
Dear Y/N… As always, the words spilled over from his mind to the paper as if he wasn’t thinking, just writing and writing and writing until he had filled two pages without lifting his curly head from the paper once. When he finally finished, a yawn stretching across his mouth, he noticed Aunt May standing outside his door. He turned his chair around, raising his eyebrows at her.
“Writing to that pretty girl again?” She asked, hand on her hip but wearing a knowing, soft grin. Peter, not bothering to feign shock, nodded solemnly and placed his pen down the paper. “You should think about maybe, oh I don’t know, actually giving her one of the letters you’ve written?”
Adamantly, Peter shook his head. “May, I could never. You don’t get it.” He swiveled around in the chair, spinning it until he was dizzy. “These letters are embarrassing. They’re practically my whole heart and soul on a piece of paper. She’d scream and run away if she read how I felt about her.” He sighed, placing his elbow on the edge of the desk and resting his cheek in his hand. He stared up at his aunt, still craving her sage advice. May stared back at him thoughtfully.
“Well, in my personal experience,” she came over and gave Peter’s shoulder a squeeze, eyeing the letter that was signed with Peter’s name, “girls are suckers for love letters. And you Parker men write the best ones out there. Trust me.”
Peter bit his lip. “Yeah, sure, I’m not an awful writer. But, I still can’t give them to her. I just can’t.” Before she could say anything else, he was folding it up and placing it on top of the shelf on his desk next to his books for English. “Uncle Ben was different. He was charming. You know that.”
May smiled wistfully. “I do.”
“And that’s one thing that I didn’t get from him,” Peter finished, shrugging his shoulders as he stood up from his swivel chair. “It’s fine.” He waved it off. “I’m happy suffering in silence. I’m gonna go to bed. Big English project starts tomorrow. Love you,” he kissed May on the cheek as she left his bedroom, switching the light off in her departure. He stared at the wall once he was situated in bed, mulling the conversation over in his head. Maybe May’s right. Maybe telling Y/N wouldn’t be as bad as I’m thinking. Maybe I’m overreacting. Actually, never mind. She probably hates me. Ugh. Life sucks.
That morning, when he arrived in his English class, you were sitting in the seat that had been previously occupied by Ned pretty much every class since the beginning of the school year. Sucking in a breath, Peter took his first step into the classroom. He knew he was a little late to today’s lesson, but he hadn’t realized he was a full fifteen minutes behind schedule. Ned was in the back with Michelle, giving Peter an encouraging thumbs up when he noticed his best friend finally arrive on the scene. Peter gave him the finger.
“Mr. Parker, lovely for you to join us!” Ms. Matthews declared when he decided to shove himself through the door, his heart jackhammering away in his chest and making its way up to his throat. He kind of wanted to throw up.
“Um, yeah, well, you know, sleep and whatnot- overslept, haha,” he coughed out a laugh, scratching the back of his neck. The teacher nodded with faux sympathy, though he could tell she didn’t care that much for his explanation. “I’ll just, um, sit. Down.”
“Next to Y/N, please,” She instructed, waving her hand in your direction. “Since you were late and unable to choose your own partner, surprising since usually Ned is so eager to work with you, Y/N offered to be your partner.” The teacher gave you a fond smile, as every teacher did. “She can explain the details of the assignment.”
Peter gave her a stiff nod before sliding into his chair, and you noticed how rigid he was as he turned toward you with a slight frown. He seemed extremely upset to be working with you, but you wouldn’t let that get in the way. You liked Peter. Really, truly liked him. He was a sweetie whenever he actually talked to and different than the rest of the guys at Midtown. He was genuine.
Giving him your full attention, you beamed at him. “Hey, Peter,” you said cheerfully. He gave you a small smile in return, wringing his hands under the desk. He couldn’t stop fidgeting. Your own smile dropped, which he noticed immediately and felt awful about. “Sorry you didn’t get paired up with Ned,” you continued, taking your books out of your shoulder bag. “I know you would’ve preferred it that way-”
“No!” He interrupted quickly, practically slamming his hands down on the desk so hard you jumped in your seat, eyes wide. “Sorry, sorry, I just, um,” he laughed a little, his cheeks burning, “I’m, um, happy to have you as a partner. Really, I am,” he added as an afterthought, just to make sure you knew.
Your shoulders relaxed as you looked at him. “You’re not just saying that, right? You seem awfully stiff,” you teased, poking his uncomfortably positioned arm as you quirked a brow.
“Do I?” He was practically sweating.
“I was just joking, Pete. It’s cute, anyway.” Peter’s eyes, a shade of brown that you had come to think of as warm as honey, went wide and he gaped at you, but you pretended not to notice. “So, for the assignment we have to write a short story based on one of the assigned reading books this year.”
She called me cute.
“Shit… I think I forgot all of mine,” you were mumbling, your head practically stuck in your bag. “Did your bring yours, Peter?”
Oh my god, she thinks I’m cute. She thinks I’m cute. I’m going to faint.
You snapped your fingers in front of his cherry red face, trying not to appear as amused as you felt. He blinked owlishly, an apologetic half smile, half grimace on his face. He was cute most of the time, but especially when he smiled, even if it was only a forced, awkward one. “Do you have your books, Peter?” You repeated kindly.
“Um, sorry, I’ll check,” he answered, embarrassed about his utterly obvious staring that had just occurred. He rummaged around in his backpack before realizing he had forgotten them, as well. He popped back up, curls in disarray as his head brushed against the fabric of his bag. “I forgot them, sorry,” he ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. It was kind of adorable.
“You need to stop apologizing for everything, Pete,” you laughed. “It’s fine. We can get started after school. My place or yours?” You were already packing your things, and before he could think about what he was about to do, he said, “Mine.”
“Cool,” you grinned again, a grin that made him want to smile for the rest of his life. “Which one of is doing the writing? Or do you want to split it?”
“You’re a, um, fantastic writer,” he told you, having read your submissions to the school newspaper more times than he could count. “If you wanna take over, you can. I can edit and stuff.”
“Aw, I’m not that good,” you shook your head abashedly, looking down at your lap. “But thank you, Peter. I’m sure you’re great, too, though. Are you sure you don’t wanna write some of it?”
“I’m not much of a writer.”
So, you were in Peter Parker’s room. He was having his third heart attack of the day, and was incredibly grateful that he had managed to keep his wits about him for majority of the day. He had only tripped over his words five times, tripped literally twice, and dropped his Metro card once, but it was fine. You helped him back each time he fell with your usual grace, barely acknowledging his multiple social faux pas and only laughing once because he fell over a small dog- which even he would admit was pretty funny.
Still, his palms were sweaty around you and he didn’t know how he was going to survive working so close to you for the next week while the English assignment was occurring. He lead you into his apartment and you noticed that his hands were shaking slightly as he twisted the keys in the lock. You walked into the apartment, the first thing crossing your mind was how cozy and homelike it was. You liked it very much.
“It’s really cute in here,” you said, smiling around the room as Peter busied himself with a glass of water. He downed it quickly. “Where’s your aunt?”
“Work,” he replied, catching his breath after the gulping down of his water. “Here, let’s go to my room.” He placed his glass of water on the counter and motioned for you to follow him, opening the door to his room and wincing at the mess in there. “It’s a mess, sorry about that.”
You rolled your eyes at him playfully. “Didn’t I say stop apologizing?” You entered his room as if you had been there many times before, taking your shoes off and setting them by the door. You threw your bag on his bed and took a seat in his swivel chair, and he liked how natural it seemed for you to be in his room. He liked how comfortable you were, sitting there. Something about it made him happy.
“Yeah, my bad,” he shrugged. You tilted your head, pointing your finger at him while he raised his hands defensively. “It wasn’t technically an apology!” He took a step out of the room. He was finally being normal around you, he realized delightedly. He would still need more water, though. He could feel his mouth getting dry. “I’m gonna get more water. Want anything?” You shook your head, spinning around in the chair as he left.
Your eyes scanned over his desk, taking in every inch of Peter Parker’s life. He had bad books stacked everywhere, his desk was a mess, there were clothes thrown about the room. Star Wars posters, Avengers posters, notes scattered across the desk. You admired the artful messiness of it all. You leaned up to where his English books were, spotting the one you were most interested in and yanking it off the shelf. As you did, a folded piece of paper fluttered down off the shelf, just when Peter was walking back into the room.
“I thought you said you weren’t a writer, Pete,” you raised your eyebrows at him, holding the letter in your hand and waving it at him.
He almost threw up right there. “Um, I’m not, please give that back,” he reached for it, but you jumped out of the chair, raising the letter high in the air. “Y/N!” He whined, grabbing for it again. “C’mon, please,” he pleaded desperately, pouting at you with such intensity it almost made you want to give it to him.
“Can’t I just read a sentence, Peter?” You pushed out your bottom lip, batting your eyelashes at him.
He almost gave in. “No, Y/N. Seriously, give it back.” He sounded scared now, upset as well. You pursed your lips, handing it back to him. He was so anxious about you reading it that it dropped on the floor, opening far enough so that you could see your name scrawled across the top in Peter’s defining chicken scratch handwriting.
“That says my name, so now I have to read it.” You stood directly in front of Peter, hands pressed together in a pleading motion, the expression on your face so genuinely interested that he had to give it to you. He picked it back up with a lump in his throat and handed it over, scared as ever. But this was what May had advised. Maybe she’d be right.
“Dear Y/N,” you read aloud in a loud, terrible accent, glancing back up at Peter as you read the line after that. He was staring down at the floor, preparing himself for what you were going to say when you read the letter, read his heart. You sat in his chair, realizing it’d be better if you didn’t read it so publicly. He sat down on his bed, waiting.
Dear Y/N. This is maybe the tenth letter I’ve written to you, and each time I say the same thing, so if one day you are reading this in proper succession, I’m sorry for being so utterly repetitive. You’ll probably never read this, though. And that’s why it’s so easy for me to write. I think you’re the only person to ever truly be interested in me when I’m talking about science. Not even Ned has an attention span that long. But you do. And you don’t know how much I want to thank you for that. You make it really difficult to not like you, to not be in love with you. I think that’s what it is… love. And if I’m not in love with you yet, then I’m certainly falling for you. Who wouldn’t? You’re a wonderful person without trying, you’re a beautiful hurricane, a sunset on the horizon of my bleakest hours, and you make me feel as if I’ve been standing in the sunshine for my entire life.
You put the letter down, smoothing it over your lap. You didn’t need to read the rest. That was enough. Peter gazed at you now, the way you’ve yearned to be looked at before, and you shamed yourself for being so blind these past two years. He wasn’t simply just staring. He was looking. Admiring. You slid next to Peter, placing the letter behind you. He moved his hand, curling his fingers around yours tentative as ever. Your free hand grazed up the side of his face, toying with the hair on the back of his neck before resting on his cheek. He shut his eyes. When he opened them again, you were so close that he was able to count each individual eyelash that you had, every single fleck of pure beauty in your deep eyes.
“I like you very much, Peter Parker,” you murmured. He felt his heart soar, and then, he felt himself kiss you. It was an out of body experience. He was there, he was the one kissing you, the one who had initiated it, but it felt like he wasn’t. He was up in the clouds, too far lost in the way it felt to run his hands through your hair as he had always dreamed of to notice Aunt May sneaking past the door, overjoyed to see Peter finally with the girl he had been loving in silence for far too long. You pulled away from each other, eyes opening slowly and hesitantly and your lips practically still connected.
He wanted to tell her that he adored her, but Aunt May’s voice flowed from the kitchen too loud to overpower his thoughts. “You read her the letter, didn’t you? I told you it’d work! Worked for your Uncle Ben and I was right as I always am!”
He jumped up from the bed, sticking his head out of the doorway and pressing his finger to his lips. “Maaaayyyy, you’re embarrassing me,” he whispered-yelled, practically whined. “You were right, okay? Thank you, let me go get a girlfriend now. The girlfriend.” She beamed at him, but no one’s smile could shine brighter than Peter’s.
He retreated back into the room, and you were clutching the letter in your hands. You looked up at him hopefully. “I was thinking that maybe you could read me the other nine letters. If you’re up for it.”
Peter couldn’t possibly say no, taking a page out of his Uncle Ben’s book the way he should have done in the first place as he found the hiding spot for the stack of letters he had been writing for the past few months, sliding them over to you and feeling confident for the first time in a long time.
Warnings: SMUT ASF. Also mentions of Domestic Abuse
Request by: @talia-grace-daniels Imagine based on the song Feelings by Maroon 5 :) Also Incorporated @delish-duck ‘s request for the reader having an abusive boyfriend and Tom being protective
Word Count: 3,500
A/N: People fr need to stop coming after me in my messages. I know I write smut. I’m 20 years old and write this stuff for people who actually want to read it. That’s why I put warnings before the imagine starts so I don’t have to deal with messages but I still get them.. -.-
I’M 20 LEMMA WRITE MY SEXUAL THOUGHTS BOUT TOM. BYE.
ps. I used the word trousers because its fun to say? Let me live lmao
*Slides down the pole throwing the smut to you hungry darlings*
“Fucking asshole” you mutter throwing your phone onto your bed. Tears were falling down your cheeks. You couldn’t help it. Your boyfriend, well ex boyfriend now had been cheating on you for months.
You caught him fucking her when you stopped by his apartment a day early. He thought you weren’t coming back so soon. You just got back from visiting the states and came home to heartbreak. It never occurred to you that he would be cheating on you. Everything felt fine and nothing seemed wrong.
Wiping off the rest of your running makeup you wash your face. Looking at yourself was so pathetic. You were too blind to see his deceit and look at you now. Crying over someone you thought you loved. Letting out a sigh you head back towards your bed.
Picking up your phone you click the home button. Using you Touch ID to open it up and click on the phone app. Scrolling through your contacts you click on your best friends contact. Putting the phone to your ear you hear the dialing tone. After a short few rings it stops.
“Hello love, what’s up?” Tom’s voice fills your ear making you smile. Tears spill over and you whimper from the pain in your chest forming again.