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Stutterin’ Pete {6} -Peter Parker x Reader-

Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3 - Pt. 4 - Pt. 5

Part 6!

Fandom: Marvel / Marvel MCU / Spider-Man

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: It’s here. DC. The trip that has been causing you extreme anxiety since you and Peter became involved. He’ll be gone for three days. You two has talked about Liz Allan and if you were being honest, you believed him when he said nothing was ever going to happen. Still, all three of your friends were going on this trip. You would have no one for three days.    Unless you follow Peter’s lead an sneak onto the bus.. 

Warnings?: 

Originally posted by thedesire

 “I can’t believe you’re going to Washington, tomorrow.” You said 

“That’s if they let me back on the team.” He said

“Right. But why wouldn’t they? You’re the smartest one they have.” You said your head bobbed as he chuckled.

“Not entirely true.” He said but you both knew it was.

“I’m going to miss you so much.” You said tightening your grip on him.

“Not as much as I’ll miss you.” He kissed the top of your head. The sound of the outside world dominated your silence as you laid there in each other’s arms.  You listened and heard the sound of May’s footsteps as she came down the hall to go to bed.

“I should probably go.” You said getting up to look for your clothes. Peter pulled you back down onto his chest. “No, stay.” He said starting to run the tips of his fingers up and down your bare back, right along your spine like he knew you loved.

“Fine.” You said not bothering to put up a fight, you didn’t really want to leave anyways. Leaving was the last thing on your mind. Three days would be the longest you and Peter had ever been apart since you became friends. It’s hard not to see someone when you live directly above or below them in the same building. You ran your hand up and down from his hip where a faint V acted like an arrow to his groin, following the distinct bumps and ripples of each muscle back up to his collar bone.

“I think I’ll miss your hands the most.” Peter finally broke the silence in an almost whisper-like tone. You propped yourself up enough to meet his eyes, barely seeing him in the faint glow of the lights from the streets below.

“My hands?” You asked Peter nodded, his eyes never leaving yours as one of his hands slipped down and scooped yours up holding it gently and pressing it to his lips.

“They’re so small and warm… They leave goosebumps everywhere you touch me.” He said you smiled.

“Well,” you began. “I think I’m going to miss those big brown eyes the most.” you said. He smiled up at you sleepily. His hand lifting from your hand to tuck itself in your hair at the base of your skull.

“Kiss me.” He whispered you obliged leaning down your lips locking in the now familiar sensation, figuring you two fit together like two pieces in a puzzle. Trailing your hand down the centre of his chest, then torso, noticing that there was goosebumps on his skin where your fingers had been. You slipped your hand under the covers and took hold of another part of him that had also become familiar to you. His mouth opened against yours as he drew in a sharp breath. His hand in your hair slightly pulled on the strands.

“Shh….” You whispered against his mouth he made a sound that could have been either a moan or a whine as you started to move your hand.

Shit.” He said through gritted teeth. You smiled kissing his jaw.

“I hope this decathlon is worth it.” You whispered kissing his neck which was easier to get to since he was leaning his head back into his pillows, chewing his lip. “I’d hate to think about all the time together we’d be missing out on.” You said pressing another kiss to his throat. He groaned quietly. “All the things, we won’t be able to do…” You trailed off gently tightening your hand around him,  his back arched and he drew in a sharp breath. You stilled your hand.

“Be quiet or Aunt May is going to know I’m here.” You whispered he nodded slowly, not opening his eyes. 

“Just don’t stop.” He begged you smirked as cruel as it might have been, perhaps leaving the job incomplete for a moment would build up his sensitivity.

Don’t stop?” You asked withdrawing your hand completely. He groaned in protest.

“Please.” He begged you smiled to yourself seeing him completely desperate for your touch. You slid your hand back up his torso.

“Hmm.. I think I’ll make you wait for it.” You said

“Y/N…” He groaned quietly you leaned down and pecked his lips.

“Not now. Just one more moment.” Peter moved so quickly and with so much swiftness that you almost shrieked as he rolled you over.

“I can’t wait any longer.” He hissed at you, he leaned down, roughly bringing his mouth to yours. He used his knee to part your legs. Using his hand to cover your mouth as you barely held in an exclamation of his name or probably a few choice swear words as he came to you in one rough thrust. He held one of your thighs in place by the knee and covered your mouth as he continued ruthlessly. You were seeing stars and frankly, your climax was already building up. This was a parting gift, something to think about while he was gone the next few days. Once the initial shock of his first thrusts were gone, you started to move your hips to meet his, He removed his hand slowly. Pressing his elbow into the mattress beside your head supporting his weight so he wouldn’t crush you. 


Originally posted by everythingrelationshipsx

“It would never work.” You looked up at Peter. 

“What are you talking about?” He screwed his face up like he did when Mr. Delmar tried to hike up the price of his sandwich because he asked about Celine, his daughter. “It’s five dollars.” You recall him saying making the same face, it was riddled with mischief. You realized that back then, it wasn’t just a crush for you. Even then, and for as long as you could remember, you have been in love with Peter Parker. 

Suddenly, your hands froze in his hair and your breath caught. 

“What?” He asked looking down at you. “What’s wrong?” 

You couldn’t speak. Had you just admitted to yourself that you were in love with Peter? It was love? You shook your head. Smiling up at him. 

“Nothing, I just… I just thought about you being gone.” You said “It sucks.” You added then you pulled at his hair the slightest. “You suck.” 

“Well, if you would go along with my plan, you wouldn’t have to deal with this.” He said 

“I would never be able to sneak onto the school bus, Peter.” You said 

“Not alone. I’ll get Ned to help. Same with MJ if I’m on her good side tomorrow.” He said you laughed quietly. He looked down at you. “Come with me.” He said 

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Pennywise HC: Sleeping

🎈He rarely ever stays with you, but when he does, he makes it worth it. 🎈Usually, he stays after really intense sex, just to make sure you’re okay. 🎈Clown boy sleeps in the buff. 🎈You two either fall asleep squished together, face-to-face, in the middle of the bed, or on opposite ends with one of his lanky arms reaching over to you leg. 🎈He pretty much has to always be touching you. 🎈He doesn’t snore, but he claims you do, and you think that’s a load of bullshit. 🎈He moves around a lot in his sleep. You don’t know if his dreams are causing this. He wouldn’t tell you anyway. 🎈In fact, you’re not sure if he even can dream, but he’s always in your dreams when he stays with you. Filthy and otherwise. 🎈Sometimes he gets bored of sleeping and wakes you up at ungodly hours to “play.” 🎈These playtimes are always really passionate. He wants you to be facing him so can see your face. 🎈He prefers a sitting position with you in his lap so he has better access to all your sensitive bits. Seeing you like this really fires him up. 🎈He’ll pull you on to his chest afterwards, “This way, no one has to sleep in the wet spot. I’m looking out for you here, really.” 🎈You wake up to a soft, drooly kiss on the cheek, but before you can open your eyes, he’s gone.

Originally posted by sofiaferrari1999

Stutterin' Pete {Pt. 1} •Peter Parker x Reader•

After the events of Civil War…. 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter returns from Germany late at night from the airport after the big fight in Civil War. You knew he was coming back from his “College Scouting Trip” so, you showed up at him and May’s apartment, Peter isn’t home yet so May says you can wait for him in his room. You’d fallen asleep by the time Peter gets home and notices you’ve fallen asleep in his bed. 

Part one…? Maybe more?

Second Part: Pt. 2 


Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy


Peter never understood it. He wasn’t entirely sure he ever would. Mr. Stark had never taken the time out to explain exactly why he was fighting Captain America. What could possibly tear the Avengers, Earth’s mightiest heroes, the team who had saved not only New York but the whole world not once but twice… He was getting off topic again…. But the question still remained, what could possibly tear them apart? 

He suspected it had something to do with the dude with the metal arm. Which was wicked… He had heard something Tony said to Cap… 

“You did that when you signed.” Cap had said. Signed what?

“You’re gunna turn Barnes over and you’re gunna come with us. Because it’s us.” 

The whole situation made Peter feel like he was behind a wall of foggy glass, able to see but not necessarily getting a clear view of the situation. That wasn’t Mr. Stark’s intentions in the first place. He didn’t recruit him so he could be a part of the debate, he recruited him so he could web up those who had sided with Cap and keep his distance. Still… he wanted to know things. 


Aunt May was asleep on the couch when Peter opened the door, he watched his movements carefully after seeing her sleeping figure, turning slowly to remove his keys and push the door shut, flicking the bolt across once more. David Bowie was singing Moonage Daydream in his ears through his earbuds as he drifted over to the couch, turned off the tv and pulled a blanket over his beloved aunt’s small sleeping figure, glasses askew, he slipped them off her face and placed them on the table. 

“G’night, May.” He muttered tiredly as he turned heading down the hall towards his room. The briefcase containing his new suit and the backpack on his shoulders seemed to weigh five tons by the time he pushed the door open and dropped it all on the floor. Hoisting the Stark Tech briefcase onto his desk with a thud, he retrieved the key from his key ring and the case hissed releasing air. 

“Peter?” He nearly jumped out of his skin slamming his upper body down onto the briefcase sealing it once more. His neck hair standing on end from the delayed “Spidey sense”. The dim lamplight had betrayed him not allowing him to see your curled up figure on the lower bunk bed. 

“Jesus, Y/N!” He gasped yanking his earbuds out of his ears. 

“Sorry.” Your sleeping figure sat up rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You looked up at him, his eyes riddled with shock, curiosity and what looked like panic. 

“Wh-What are y-you doing here?” He asked 

“I was waiting for you. I knew you were coming home tonight.” You said feeling a slight blush creep up your cheeks. “May let me in.” You felt the need to add stating that you were in fact invited in and hadn’t climbed in through his window. 

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Ice Cream and a Movie (Batboys & Reader)

Request from: Anonymous
Prompt: “The boys comfort you during a hard time.”
Warnings: Crying and Comfort.

You were curled up in your bed, letting out silent sobs. You had any source of time turned away from you, so the only semblance of what time is it was your window- which showed an outside of darkness.

You hadn’t heard him walk in, but you felt someone scoop you into their arms, and were met to see Dick’s face looking ever concerned and empathetic even without knowing what was going on. You felt even more fragile being held; it felt as though he was holding you together at that moment, and if he let go you were sure you’d shatter.

You did hear the second male’s footfall, and therefore you were not surprised to find Jason now sitting next to you and gently fixing your hair and wiping away some of your tears, despite them returning fairly quickly.

The man holding you was the first to speak, and you were sure it would be impossible for Dick’s already compassionate and gentle tone to become even more soothing and kind, and yet his voice proved you wrong in that regard. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shake your head, unable to verbally say ‘no’ at the moment; you doubted you could say little of anything- especially not speak what was on your mind. The room is returned to silence, and you close your eyes in an attempt to calm the stinging sensation within them.

While your eyes are closed, Jason whispers just as gently as his older brother. “Tim went out and bought that movie you were excited for. If you want, we could watch it and eat ice cream or something.”

You reopen your eyes, and immediately they glisten, but you nod. You were growing tired of just lying in your room anyway. At your confirmation, Jason leaves to the kitchen to collect the frozen treats.

Dick is happy to carry you to the couch, and he sets you down only to sit next to you and wrap you in a one armed hug. Tim seemingly comes out of nowhere, gets the movie all set up, then sits on your other side and rests his head on your shoulder, in his way of saying I’m here for you.

The three of you start watching the advertisements that are shown before the movie menu appears, and that’s when Damian comes into the room. He remains silent with arms folded, and he surprises you a little by sitting on the floor, using your legs as a backrest.

At hearing your involuntary shaky breath, the youngest turns his head to look at you, and you can see the concern in his eyes. It also looks as though he’s trying to figure out how to go about comforting you, because when he removes his arms from their folded state, he struggles to figure out what to do with them. He settles to just reach up and grab your hand, which he then hesitantly gives it a squeeze, and you squeeze back to say thank you.

Jason returns, somehow balancing five bowls of ice cream in his arms, to which he expertly hands out to each of you. He sits next to Tim, and is easily able to reach over the boy in order to ruffle your hair gently, you find yourself at least smiling slightly at the sentiment.

The movie then begins to play and as you bring a spoonful of your favorite ice cream to your mouth, you feel some weight lift from your heavy chest. These boys are here for you to count on.

Stutterin’ Pete {4} -Peter Parker x Reader-

Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3 

Part 4!

Fandom: Marvel / Marvel MCU / Spider-Man

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: The deed is done, you and Peter have slept together. The real challenge begins, the thoughts of relationships and publicly being a couple spring up. More importantly, can you still be best friends now that you’ve slept together? It’s something you would like to happen more than the one time. Peter seems to agree. Both of you hate hiding it from Ned and Michelle. Neither of you knows exactly what to say to each other or to your friends.

Warnings?: A little smutty. ;)

Originally posted by yourneighborhoodmess

When you woke up the next morning, you were alone. You felt a sharp pang in your chest. Why had Peter left? You looked over at your alarm clock. It was still early enough for you to have a shower and make yourself some breakfast before you had to catch the train.

You fidgeted anxiously at the train stop. Why were you nervous to see Peter? You had never been this nervous to see him. He had always been a source of comfort. But at the moment, you were consumed with the question of why Peter had left. Surely it wasn’t a big deal. Perhaps he had just left to get ready for school?

Or he freaked out and ran, maybe he’ll never speak to you ever again? You shuddered at the thought of your friendship with Peter ending. You didn’t even know what you would do with yourself. No. You and Peter’s relationship was fine. If kissing didn’t do anything to you, sleeping together shouldn’t be that different.

Ugh, who were you kidding..? Losing your virginity was a big deal for pretty much everyone. Let alone losing it to your best friend only a day after your first kiss. You hadn’t even realized how fast you two had moved until you stood away and looked in. But no matter what, you didn’t feel any regret. If it had to be anyone, you wanted it to be Peter.

What if that meant your friendship was over? Would you want it to be someone else then??

Peter never showed up at the train station. You almost didn’t get on the train so consumed with worry for where he was. He didn’t show up for the first half of the school day either. You finally gave in while eating lunch with Ned and Michelle and asked them if they had heard anything.

“Oh yeah he’s-” Ned stopped “At Stark’s.” He said

“Hmm.” Michelle muttered obviously not believing Ned.

“So, the Internship interferes with school now?” You asked raising your brows.

“It’s important work, you know.”

“No, I don’t think we would.” Michelle interjected. “Since he never talks about it.”

“Trust me, okay? Plus, he said he would be here after lunch.” Suddenly you were nervous again.

“Did you do something different to your hair?” You realized Michelle was talking to you.

“Um.. no. Why?” You asked fiddling with the loose strands. Michelle looked you over once more before shrugging.

“I dunno, you just look different.” She said picking at her fries making little red  swirls with her ketchup.

“She’s right. There is something different about you.” Ned agreed.

I’m not a virgin anymore. Is that it? Is it true then? You can tell when someone had “gotten lucky” the night before or lost their virginity..?

“I didn’t do anything.” You said flinching at your defensive tone. You didn’t want to think that You and Peter sleeping together could change anything. Not even your appearance.

You almost didn’t notice him come in. Almost. Plus you had seen him walking across the field from the train stop only minutes before, your heart heavy.  

He plopped down on his stool between you and Ned a couple seconds before the final bell rang signalling the beginning of class. You were relieved when Ms. Warren started right away instead of waiting long enough so that you would have to face Peter. Usually, Peter wouldn’t talk during lessons.

Usually.

“Psst.” He poked your arm with the eraser end of his pencil. You jumped.

“Y-Yeah?” You said not able to look at him he leaned closer to you to make sure no one heard.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there this morning. I heard your parents moving around in the morning. I didn’t want to get you in trouble so I slipped out.” He whispered. “I really wanted to be there when you woke up.” He said you smiled at how genuine his voice sounded. Turning to look at him finally.

“Good. I thought I had scared you off.” You whispered back.

“If kissing you didn’t scare me off,” He looked around nervously checking if anyone was eavesdropping but you were being quiet enough. “What makes you think sleeping with you would be any different?” He said

“I don’t know because its not kissing..” You said fiddling with your pencil. “It’s… sex.” You said

“Hey,” He reached over and placed a hand on your arm. “I wanted it just as much as you did. I mean, it’s not like you pulled me down that fire escape and into your bed by my ear.” He said you laughed covering your mouth quickly but it was too late. Warren had scoped you and Peter out.

“Peter… Y/N.. Anything you would like to share with the rest of us?”

“No, Ms. Warren. Sorry for interrupting. I just needed an eraser.” You said

“Oh, I didn’t know erasers were so humorous.” She said

“They aren’t ma’am.” You said lowering your head in embarrassment.

“Speaking of things that aren’t I realized that you and Mr. Parker hadn’t handed in yesterdays homework assignment.” She said the class cooed.

“Oh… um..” You gaped. You didn’t even know there was a homework assignment. She wasn’t calling out Ned either so obviously Ned had done it quickly after taking the Death Star home from Peter’s.

“Thirty minutes detention for the two of you after school.” She said you and Peter both nodded, embarrassed and ashamed.

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Stutterin’ Pete {Pt. 3} -Peter Parker x Reader-

Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 4

Part 3!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: After you and Peter nearly slept together, you decide not to tell Ned or Michelle or anyone else. Keeping it to yourselves. You can't keep it out of your mind. You didn’t even remember why you two decided to stop. All you know is when you woke up, Peter’s arms were around you and his warm body behind you enclosing you in warmth. 

The tell tale creaking of the fire escape stairs the next night tells you that Peter had probably been thinking about what had happened all day too. Perhaps he was coming to tell you what was going to come next or what wasn’t going to come next?

Warnings?: A little smutty.


Originally posted by hardyness

The train wheezed to a stop in front of you on it’s tracks. You casted a look both ways once more. Peter hadn’t made it to your stop yet. You began to get a little nervous that after he had left your apartment this morning he started to freak out and didn’t want to see you. The doors slid open and people started to board. Your feet felt like cinderblocks as you stood waiting. 

“Are you getting on?” You jumped hearing Peter’s voice, he had arrived. He was just finishing pulling his bag onto his shoulders. He wasn’t looking at you, he was watching the train. 

“Oh, yeah I was just-” You stopped but decided to continue “Waiting I guess. I don’t like riding without you.” You admitted blushing as your dirty mind took over. Peter didn’t seem to notice though. 

“C’mon.” He took your hand which set your insides on fire as he led you onto the crowded train. He parted the crowd enough to find a handle. He reached up and took it. All the bars were taken to your displeasure. You were too short to reach the bars. Looking around embarrassed, you heard Peter chuckle. Looking up at him for the first time just as he did you, a small smile pulling at his lips. 

“C’mere.” He said slipping a hand around your waist, tucking it underneath your backpack. He pulled you against him holding you with a surprising amount of steadiness. His finger tips, were touching the flesh of your hip where your shirt had ridden up. You tried to ignore it but thoughts and images of the night before kept coming to your head. You slid a hand across Peter’s solid abdomen to wrap it around him in an act to “steady yourself”. You felt him tilt his head down to look at you but didn’t look up at him. He tightened his grip. 


Ned wasn’t at the usual spot so you and Peter headed to his locker. He did the code quickly and swung the squeaky metal door over. 

“So… I guess we should probably talk about last night.” You said lowly. You were rewarded with a pink glow crawling up onto Peter’s cheek bones. 

“Y-yeah.. I g-guess so.” He said stuttering slightly from nerves you smiled having to resist leaning up and kissing him there. It was something you wanted to do all of the time now. Now that you had kissed him you couldn’t help wanting more. You didn’t think Peter would appreciate that though so you kept yourself planted down on your level, maybe a little less than a head shorter than him. 

“I didn’t… You didn’t feel uncomfortable, did you?” 

“Well, I didn’t not like it.” He said then froze, his face screwing up to try and figure out if that had made sense. 

“I should probably apologize though, shouldn’t I?” You said nervously. 

“What?! No!” Peter exclaimed getting redder as people looked over. He lowered his voice looking back at you as you smiled. “No, you shouldn’t.” He said pulling his notebook out of his locker. 

“So, you wouldn’t mind if I did it again?” You asked taking a step closer. 

“Not the slightest.” He assured you glancing town at your lips, not even trying to hide it. You thought about everyone around you. How would they react if you kissed Peter right here? Surely, gossip would get around. You were shy suddenly but Peter being in such close proximity was already making you feel secure. You leaned up slowly. 

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Isak+Even ♥ Blue Neighbourhood Trilogy

I love love love Troye Sivan. He is such an angel, and his music is pure perfection. I also love the SKAM soundtrack, but I kind of wished Troye’s music was included. Especially for season 3, it would have been perfect!

His Blue Neighbourhood Trilogy is so beautiful! (if you haven’t seen it, do yourself a favor), and I feel like the theme and story of the trilogy fits Isak and Even’s story so well… So yeah. I kind of made my version of it! So if you wanna give it a watch, then start from the top.


Stutterin’ Pete {1}  -Peter Parker x Reader-

After the events of Civil War….

Part 1!

Fandom: Marvel / Marvel MCU / Spider-Man

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter returns from Germany late at night from the airport after the big fight in Civil War. You knew he was coming back from his “College Scouting Trip” so, you showed up at him and May’s apartment, Peter isn’t home yet so May says you can wait for him in his room. You’d fallen asleep by the time Peter gets home and notices you’ve fallen asleep in his bed.

Warnings?: None.

Second Part: Pt. 2 

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

Peter never understood it. He wasn’t entirely sure he ever would. Mr. Stark had never taken the time out to explain exactly why he was fighting Captain America. What could possibly tear the Avengers, Earth’s mightiest heroes, the team who had saved not only New York but the whole world not once but twice… He was getting off topic again…. But the question still remained, what could possibly tear them apart? 

He suspected it had something to do with the dude with the metal arm. Which was wicked… He had heard something Tony said to Cap…

“You did that when you signed.” Cap had said. Signed what?

“You’re gunna turn Barnes over and you’re gunna come with us. Because it’s us.”

The whole situation made Peter feel like he was behind a wall of foggy glass, able to see but not necessarily getting a clear view of the situation. That wasn’t Mr. Stark’s intentions in the first place. He didn’t recruit him so he could be a part of the debate, he recruited him so he could web up those who had sided with Cap and keep his distance. Still… he wanted to know things.

Aunt May was asleep on the couch when Peter opened the door, he watched his movements carefully after seeing her sleeping figure, turning slowly to remove his keys and push the door shut, flicking the bolt across once more. David Bowie was singing Moonage Daydream in his ears through his earbuds as he drifted over to the couch, turned off the tv and pulled a blanket over his beloved aunt’s small sleeping figure, glasses askew, he slipped them off her face and placed them on the table.

“G’night, May.” He muttered tiredly as he turned heading down the hall towards his room. The briefcase containing his new suit and the backpack on his shoulders seemed to weigh five tons by the time he pushed the door open and dropped it all on the floor. Hoisting the Stark Tech briefcase onto his desk with a thud, he retrieved the key from his key ring and the case hissed releasing air.

“Peter?” He nearly jumped out of his skin slamming his upper body down onto the briefcase sealing it once more. His neck hair standing on end from the delayed “Spidey sense”. The dim lamplight had betrayed him not allowing him to see your curled up figure on the lower bunk bed.

“Jesus, Y/N!” He gasped yanking his earbuds out of his ears.

“Sorry.” Your sleeping figure sat up rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You looked up at him, his eyes riddled with shock, curiosity and what looked like panic.

“Wh-What are y-you doing here?” He asked

“I was waiting for you. I knew you were coming home tonight.” You said feeling a slight blush creep up your cheeks. “May let me in.” You felt the need to add stating that you were in fact invited in and hadn’t climbed in through his window.

“O-oh.” He said. You squinted against the darkness trying to make out more of his figure. So far, it was mainly just his outline. You reached over searching for the chain to pull to turn on his lamp.

“No!” He exclaimed but your fingers were already pulling. The light switched on and you gasped.

“Oh my god!” Your mouth dropped open “Peter!”

“Shh!” He hissed dropped a hand onto your mouth. “You’ll wake up May.” He said lowering himself onto the bed beside you. His face was bruised. He had a black eye and a bruise on his cheek.

“What happened to you? Did you get mugged?” You demanded as he lowered his hand, he laughed.  

“No, I got in a bit of a fight, actually.” He said a hint of pride in his voice.

“You seem pretty proud of yourself.” You said bitterly angered by Peter’s uncharacteristic behaviour. “Did you win?” You asked after a beat.

“Well,” He said pride evaporating. “Not entirely.” He reflected on the aftermath of the fight at the airport. Yeah, they had arrested everyone on Cap’s team besides Cap himself and the one they seemed to be after with the metal arm. James Barnes? Does that count as a win?

“Want me to get you some ice?” You asked gently holding his chin maneuvering his face gently to assess the damage. He winced a little but didn’t protest.

“No, I think I’ll be-”

“Well, I think ice would be good for that eye. I’ll be right back.”


Originally posted by misunderstood-adventures

When you returned from the kitchen with an icepack wrapped in a hand towel, Peter was leaning on his headboard, his one hand covering the purple eye. He looked cozy otherwise in his maroon Midtown hoodie and old jeans, his legs pulled up to his chest. You walked over, nudging his knee. He scooted over.

“Here.” You handed the ice pack over, he took it muttering a tired thanks.

“So, are you going to tell me who hit you? Do you know?” You asked he chuckled, the corner of his mouth jerking up.

“Yeah.” He said “Yeah. I know him.”

“Who was it?” You asked his face paled, his smirk dropping.

“Y-you woul- wouldn’t kn-know him.” he stuttered out.

“Oh yeah? Why?” She asked

“He’s from Brooklyn.” He said shrugging, shifting the ice pack from his eye to the purple bruise on his cheek.

“What were you doing in Brooklyn?” You asked

“W-Well…” He thought about it “My taxi driver needed to stop for gas. I went in to get a soda and he jumped me.”

“Who jumped you? What was his name?” You asked

“Steve. Can you stop giving me the third degree now, Detective?” He raised his dark brows.

“Yeah…” You said embarrassed “Sorry, it’s just seeing you hurt really scares me.” You admitted lowering your head. “That, and I kind of missed my dorky best friend while he was away.”

“I’m fine, Y/N.” He assured you. “C’mere.” He said pulling up the covers, holding out his arm. “I’m back.” You smiled and slouched forward dropping your head onto his chest. He grumbled adjusting to accommodate your body. He grumbled.

“Am I hurting you?” You asked

“N-No.” He said. Wrapping your arms around his torso you held him tightly.

“Pete?” You whispered after a moment.

“Hmm?” he hummed you look up noticing his head was leaned back, his hand lazily holding the ice pack against his face. His eyes were closed.

“Nevermind.” You muttered lowering your head back onto his warm chest.

“Mmkay.” He said he rubbed your back it was a few moments before his movements slowed and stopped completely, his breathing steadied. You looked up and noticed he was asleep. His lips slightly parted.

“Goodnight, Peter.” You leaned up and kissed him on his cheek, right on the bruise. “I missed you.”

Stuttering Pete {Pt. 2} -Peter Parker x Reader-

Pt. 1 - Pt. 3 - Pt. 4

Part 2!

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Somethings wrong with Peter. You start to notice that he’s not really acting like himself, even more than usual since his trip to Germany. Trying to ask what’s wrong doesn't really seem like its going to work until one night, you find a very frustrated Peter Parker on your fire escape, ready to vent for the first time in weeks. 

Warnings?: Maybe a little bit of fluff and a little make out session. ;)


Originally posted by hardyness

Something was bothering Peter. You knew it. He seemed preoccupied, which was the usual Peter, his head always seemed to be in all kinds of different places. Especially ever since their school trip to Oscorp months ago. As well as his Uncle Ben’s death weeks later which had thrown him into a huge depression. He hadn’t talked to you, Ned or May in weeks. He barely ate, it was a hard time. This seemed to be different but you were sure not much would compare to the loss of his uncle. Ned finished adding his handful of LEGOs to the Death Star before getting to his feet. 

“I’m going to go get some food. Do you guys want anything?” 

“No.” You said 

“I’m good.” Peter muttered placing another piece on the Death Star. Ned left the room. The two of you sat in Ned’s room in silence for a moment. 

“Is…” You started “Is something wrong, Pete?” He looked up, lowering his handful of LEGO. 

“It’s nothing.” He said shaking his head but he never looked into your eyes. 

Pete.” You said he looked up. His eye was still bruised, and the bruise on his cheek was still dark but it was looking better. 

“Really, Y/N. I’m fine.” 

“Peter.” You said reaching over and stopping his hand before he could attach the piece, he looked up at you. “How long have we been friends?” He knew where this was going. He knew there was no use in trying to put on a brave face with you. He couldn’t lie to you but he also knew he couldn’t tell you the whole truth. 

“Since we were five.” He muttered 

“Right. So ten years. You’ve also lived one floor up since we were five. You know you can’t hide anything from me.” You added. 

“Yeah.” He said avoiding your eyes.

“Okay, then what’s wrong?” You asked 

“You don’t want to hear about it.” He tried once more to turn you away.

“Then why did I ask?” You raised your brows. He looked up glaring at you but there was no anger in it. Just the single fact that he had no idea what to do. 

I’m Spider-Man. He thought I fought some of the Avengers. It was Steve Rogers who gave me this black eye. Tony Stark made me a suit and made me feel like I was part of the team but then just dumped me on my doorstep and I haven’t heard anything from him since. Stopping bike thieves and helping little old ladies just doesn’t seem to compare to the kinds of stuff I could be doing with Iron Man. I just feel like I could be doing more. I want to do more. 

“I think Mr. Stark is going to end my internship.” Was all he really said. 

“That’s what has you in this mood?” You asked 

“Partially.” He said scratching his neck like he did when he was nervous. 

“Then what is it? You can tell me these things. You know that.” You assured him. “Don’t bottle things up. It doesn’t suit you.” 

“Don’t mother me. That doesn’t suit you.” He went back to assembling the Death Star. You sighed, crawling around the beach ball sized ball of LEGO to sit in front of him so he couldn’t use it as a distraction.

“It just feels like theres a void between us lately. We used to tell each other everything.” You said Well, you never told him about your crush on him. You thought to yourself.  

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Lonely Hearts

a/n: yeah this is all smut, enjoy!

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Warning: NSFW stuff like thats all this is.  this is for everyone that asked for more smut between Boomer and Claudia. So, enjoy. This is about my character Claudia and Boomer from my fic New in the Neighborhood, but you dont need to read that to enjoy this.

AND HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY TO ALL THE LONELY HEARTS OUT THERE!

Capt. Boomerang X OFC [Claudia] // Suicide Squad

word count:  2,140

Lonely Hearts

It took Claudia a little while to decipher Digger’s handwriting at first. She didn’t expect he’d reply often and once she did finally receive a response, she was ecstatic. It was a scan of note paper which he had scribbled wildly across in sharpie, paying no mind to the horizontal blue lines. Once she had finally worked out what the letter said she couldn’t help but blush. He was no poet laureate, but she’d be lying if she said didn’t have a physical response to his words, ‘I can’t sleep at night. All I think about is your tight cunt around me cock, shocking and squeezing me as you cum.’

Claudia had also been having trouble sleeping, staying up thinking about him at all hours of the night. The evening before she laid awake on her mattress, staring at the opening above her bed, remembering how he’d try to sneak up on her. It was more than obvious whenever Digger was on the roof, his heavy footsteps shaking the tin sheeting as he stomped across it. Even if she had been asleep, by the time he peeked over the edge she’d be awake enough to know what he was planning. She would pull her arms in close, lying still in the center of the bed, aware of what he was going to do and humoring him anyway.

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“Friendly Neighborhood Watch” | Young Sam x Reader | FLUFF

WARNINGS: suggestive, language

WORD COUNT: 6,485

DESCRIPTION: There are four days left of school before Graduation Day. It’s so goddamn obvious you and your childhood best friend Samuel Drake feel the same thing for each other… but you won’t say anything because you don’t want to risk your established friendship, and Sam doesn’t want to say anything because he can’t risk giving himself away. But when two people are a perfect match for each other, some things are bound to be revealed sooner or later.

This is technically Part 2 of “Trick of the Light”, but you don’t have to read that in order to understand this (regardless I’ll still leave the link to it below). I’m really pleased with how this one came out because it just makes my heart so happy like aw Sam :,)) It switches between Reader and Samuel so sorry if it’s kinda unclear as to whose POV you’re reading from haha *sweats intensely*

And I also wanna tag @le-ephemere @hyperionbabe @a-n-g-e-l-frommynightmare and @nataliarmnov because you guys are SO NICE and left such sweet comments on Part 1 ily please enjoy

Trick of the Light

Inspired by this song (Rather Be With You - Sinead Harnett)


The only reason why you were with Rafe Adler in the first place was because you were lonely.

Well, more like the one guy you were ever seriously in to never paid attention to you the way you wanted him to, and conveniently, Rafe Adler transferred to your shithole high school and you thought he’d be a lovely distraction.

Except that, despite getting together with Rafe, you still couldn’t get over your one true crush.

The boy next door, your childhood sweetheart, your best friend: Samuel Drake.

You remember precisely when you started crushing hard on that boy. You were in middle school, still in your semi-awkward tween stage, lost in the masses of equally confused prepubescent boys and girls trying to find their places in the social hierarchy. Sam was one of the popular kids; he and his little brother were both notorious for their mischievous methods of cutting class and their bright, cheeky grins. Always the one with extravagant (although mostly exaggerated) tales of adventures, it was expected for girls and boys to flock around Samuel Drake. His heady Bostonian voice and loopy grin managed to light up any room he walked into; Samuel Drake had this laid-back, passionate, and approachable dynamic.

And on top of that… it was almost painful how good-looking he was.

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Stutterin’ Pete {2} -Peter Parker x Reader-

Part 2!

Fandom: Marvel / Marvel MCU / Spider-Man

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Somethings wrong with Peter. You start to notice that he’s not really acting like himself, even more than usual since his trip to Germany. Trying to ask what’s wrong doesn’t really seem like its going to work until one night, you find a very frustrated Peter Parker on your fire escape, ready to vent for the first time in weeks.

Warnings?: Maybe a little bit of fluff and a little make out session. ;)

Originally posted by hardyness

Something was bothering Peter. You knew it. He seemed preoccupied, which was the usual Peter, his head always seemed to be in all kinds of different places. Especially ever since their school trip to Oscorp months ago. As well as his Uncle Ben’s death weeks later which had thrown him into a huge depression. He hadn’t talked to you, Ned or May in weeks. He barely ate, it was a hard time. This seemed to be different but you were sure not much would compare to the loss of his uncle. Ned finished adding his handful of LEGOs to the Death Star before getting to his feet.

“I’m going to go get some food. Do you guys want anything?”

“No.” You said

“I’m good.” Peter muttered placing another piece on the Death Star. Ned left the room. The two of you sat in Ned’s room in silence for a moment.

“Is…” You started “Is something wrong, Pete?” He looked up, lowering his handful of LEGO.

“It’s nothing.” He said shaking his head but he never looked into your eyes.

Pete.” You said he looked up. His eye was still bruised, and the bruise on his cheek was still dark but it was looking better.

“Really, Y/N. I’m fine.”

“Peter.” You said reaching over and stopping his hand before he could attach the piece, he looked up at you. “How long have we been friends?” He knew where this was going. He knew there was no use in trying to put on a brave face with you. He couldn’t lie to you but he also knew he couldn’t tell you the whole truth.

“Since we were five.” He muttered

“Right. So ten years. You’ve also lived one floor up since we were five. You know you can’t hide anything from me.” You added.

“Yeah.” He said avoiding your eyes.

“Okay, then what’s wrong?” You asked

“You don’t want to hear about it.” He tried once more to turn you away.

“Then why did I ask?” You raised your brows. He looked up glaring at you but there was no anger in it. Just the single fact that he had no idea what to do.

I’m Spider-Man. He thought I fought some of the Avengers. It wasSteve Rogers who gave me this black eye. Tony Stark made me a suit and made me feel like I was part of the team but then just dumped me on my doorstep and I haven’t heard anything from him since. Stopping bike thieves and helping little old ladies just doesn’t seem to compare to the kinds of stuff I could be doing with Iron Man. I just feel like I could be doing more. I want to do more.

“I think Mr. Stark is going to end my internship.” Was all he really said.

“That’s what has you in this mood?” You asked

“Partially.” He said scratching his neck like he did when he was nervous.

“Then what is it? You can tell me these things. You know that.” You assured him. “Don’t bottle things up. It doesn’t suit you.”

“Don’t mother me. That doesn’t suit you.” He went back to assembling the Death Star. You sighed, crawling around the beach ball sized ball of LEGO to sit in front of him so he couldn’t use it as a distraction.

“It just feels like theres a void between us lately. We used to tell each other everything.” You said Well, you never told him about your crush on him. You thought to yourself.  

“I know, I know…” He said seeing the look on your face, he reached over and took your hand in his. “You’re still my best friend, Y/N. I know I’ve been distant lately because of the Stark Internship and…” He paused “And Uncle Ben.” You squeezed his hand.

“I just want you to know that I’m still here.” You assured him. “Just one fire escape level down from you. Just come down any time you want to talk.”

“I know. Same for you. But up.” He gave you a smile and for the first time in quite a while, you felt at ease.

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Pennywise One shot: He Stands Up For You 🎈

Pennywise loved going to the drive-in theatre in Derry with you. The lights, the concession stand, the people. It all felt like a fanfare to him. A spectacle to be cherished. You had to admit, it was peculiar, but befriending the shapeshifting space clown had its perks. Like what he called his “human suit.” This form he took on was tall and handsome, and he used every opportunity he could to spend time with you in public.
He sat in the passenger seat of your old Cadillac, eyes fixed on the screen running advertisements before the film. Seeing him like this makes you smile. Who knew a murderous alien could look so innocent?
“Hey, I’m going to run to the concession stand to get some snacks. Popcorn?” you ask, starting to get out of your car. You look back at him over your shoulder.
“Popcorn,” he mumbles, never breaking his gaze from the dancing cotton candy on the screen. You smile to yourself, walking behind a line of cars in the lot, weaving your way back to the concession stand.
“Hey! Hey, y/n!” Oh god. It was Henry.
“Y/n!” Is he seriously making kissing noises at you? Your eyes can’t roll big enough.
“Please don’t come over here, please don’t come over here, please do-”
“Hey, y/n.” Shit. You can taste the ill-intent on the air around the scraggly teen. “You’re not here with anyone, are ya? Ya know, I think you should come watch the movie with me. I won’t make ya watch the movie, or nothing.” He slides his gritty hand up your bare arm. Gross.
“Actually, I am here with someone, so if-”
“Aw, come on, y/n. Don’t lie to me,” he sneers. He continues to invade your space, making you feel helpless. His other hand found your hip and you try to sink away from him as much as he allows.
Back peddling, you manage to get out, “I’m here with someone. I shoulda been back by now. Henry, no, you’re scaring me.”

Thud

Had you backed into a wall? Henry quickly recoiled his hands from your frame, looking up at something that made his greasy snarl uncurl into a look of fear.
“Want me to kill him, y/n?” It was Pennywise. He pushed you behind him, away from Henry and his unwanted advancement. “You realize if she says the word, you’re done?” Henry’s eyes got as big as dinner plates. “Now, Hhhank,” your clown mocks, “what do you say to y/n?” Henry mouthed ‘sorry,’ but nothing came out. “What. Do. You. Say?” You think Pennywise just growled.
“Sorry! I’m sorry. Oh, god.” Was he crying?
“Okie dokie!” Pennywise’s entire demeanor shift back to his default around you.
“Now, give us $10, and if I ever see you around her again, I’ll rip off your arm and beat you to death with it.”
Henry frantically pulled out his wallet, handing you two crumpled bills, and skittered away like a bug on water. You turn to your friend, shocked at what he had done for you, and throw your arms around his midsection.
“Oh, god, Penny. Thank you so much. I thought I was in some real trouble,” you say as he tries to free himself from your death grip hug.
“Yeah, sure. *hrmpf* it’s what friends are supposed to do. *hhrng*” He says finally breaking out of the hug. “You’re probably pregnant. Why did you hug me for so long? Irresponsible, really.”
You laugh at him, “Guess we’ll just have to wait and see, huh? Let’s go get you that popcorn.”

Stutterin’ Pete {Pt. 5} -Peter Parker x Reader-

Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3 - Pt. 4 

Part 5! 

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Peter’s alter-ego starts to interfere with his relationship with you. Now, neither have you have proposed being exclusive but you couldn’t help feeling jealous and driving yourself crazy over the suspicions that Peter, wherever he was, wasn’t alone. This leads you to blow up on him, leaving him in the dust and very confused. It takes a visit from the Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man to truly open your eyes. Patching things up with Peter was easy, it felt great but duct tape only lasts so long.

You also become increasingly aware that Peter, Ned and Michelle would be going to DC soon for the Decathlon Finals. There was one other person that would be going on this trip.. Liz Allan. A girl Peter has been very open about being into since you were kids. Liz’s interactions with Peter start to become more frequent, your fearful brain suspects she has seduced Peter and he had given into his childhood crush. Despite whatever it was that had been going on between the two of you.

Warnings?: This part is probably going to be long.. There’s talking about injuries, swearing and maybe/definitely some fluff. ;)

Originally posted by tomftholland

“Why don’t you just tell her?” Ned asked fiddling with Peter’s mask. “She would probably understand.” He added. 

“No, no, no.” He said turning his desk chair around to face Ned still holding the small screwdriver in his hand he was been using to tinker with one of his web shooters. “If Y/N knew about this she would be so angry with me. She would worry too much” He said gesturing to the red and blue suit that was laying on the bed next to Ned. 

“I don’t see why you suddenly need Y/N’s approval anyways. It’s not like you guys are together.” 

We aren’t.” Peter said feeling his heart hammer against his chest feeling as if it was going to thump right out. He turned his back to Ned again trying to hide his blush that he knew was spilling onto his cheeks. “It’s just… You know so I figure it would only be fair if I told her why I’ve been such a flake.” He shrugged his shoulders “But then I realized that just because I’ve known her as long as you and… I trust her, that doesn’t necessarily mean I need to share my secret identity with everyone. You found out by accident so thats almost justified.” 

“And who told you not to tell anyone?” Ned asked. 

“…Mr. Stark.” Peter said 

“Oh… You mean Tony ‘I am Iron Man’ Stark?” He asked Peter paused realizing that Ned had made a good point.

“That doesn’t matter. I don’t have Mr. Stark’s money to have security following me and people I care about. What happens if one of my enemies goes after those closest to me?” He asked 

“What enemies? The fake Avengers from the other night?” 

“Okay fine, future enemies.” Peter grumbled rolling his eyes. 

“Don’t get grumpy with me. It was your idea to tell her and also you that told me it was a bad idea minutes later.” Ned quipped. Peter sighed. 

“You’re right… It’s just… I hate all the lying.” He said 

“I know, man. You’re doing a good thing though. Protecting your family and stuff. Very heroic of you.” He said smirking. 

“Don’t be an idiot, Ned.” Peter said but they both started to laugh. 

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Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man (Peter Parker x Reader)

Characters/Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: slight angst

Words count: 2244

(A/N): Hello! This piece here is my very first bit of fanfiction written in english and published here, on tumblr, so… I’m nervous. But I hope someone will like it. It’s reader insert, sort of, but in 3rd person, written in the middle of the night and finished the next day, becouse I just had to get it all out in some way and this idea just seemed perfect. I may write another part, maybe even a small series, who knows? For any mistakes I sincerely apologize, English’s not my native language, but I tried my best - let me know, if you have any tips to how I can improve more. For now - enjoy!

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Edit: I’ve written the next part and it may turn into series, but this can still be read as one-shot. For anyone interested in next parts:

Part 1 | Part 2

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That was it. She had enough. Busting through doors leading on the roof, (y/n) could barely see, her vision blurry from tears. They threatened to fall for the whole day, but she had to make it through, she had to sit in the class with clenched teeth and trembling hands, feeling like her chest was about to burst. It was terrible, at least, and when she finally made it to her building, she went straight for the roof. To her little hiding spot.

Wind blew in her face the moment she closed the door behind her, whipping long curls in her face, but she ignored it. Blinking away the tears, with few long strides (y/n) reached the edge of the roof and climbed on it, sitting cross-legged on hard concrete. A small fear of falling squeezed her chest, but it was nothing compared to feelings crushing her insides. Pain. Loss. Sorrow. Longing. She was pushing them to the back of her mind so long, that when they finally busted free, she couldn’t handle it.

Shaky, broken sob left (y/n) lips, as her body trembled with so much sadness and longing everyone would fall from. She bit at her lower lip in attempt to silence herself a little but it was futile. Hugging herself tightly, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to listen to wind and never ending sounds of New York. Only then (y/n) was finally able to hear something rustling beside her, like feet on the floor.

For a second breath cached in her throat, but before she could lift her eyes, she heard a curious voice.

“You’re not gonna jump, are you?”

Startled, she did jump a little in her spot, clawing with fingers at her heart and whipping head to the source of soft voice, only to freeze at the sight of one and only Spider-Man himself. In his blue and red costume, tall and lean, and totally unexpected.

“Hi” he greeted, crouched beside her, in reasonable distance. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you” he sounded sheepish, a little shy even.

(Y/n) couldn’t really answer, still trying to catch her breath. And, to be honest, didn’t believe she was really seeing him.

“Mind if I sit here? No? Great!” Spider-Man sat a little bit closer, like in arms reach, and looked at (y/n), slightly inclining his head. “Oh, by the way, I’m Spider-Man” he said, pointing at himself.

“Yeah, I figured…” she sounded so hoarse, she had to couch a little to clear her throat and be able to continue. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be off… fighting crime or this sort of thing?” (Y/n) rambled, voice still a little trembling, but this at least for a second took her mind somewhere else.

“City’s fine at the moment, I don’t see any crime over here, do you?” he asked, half jokingly, looking around as if searching, but before she could answer, Spidey continued. “And when I saw you, I thought ‘Hey, such a beautiful girl sitting alone on the edge of a building? Something’s not right!’ So I figured it’s important and here I’m! Your boyfriend’s not coming, right?” He added the last part as a joke, way to make her relax, but it couldn’t work. She laughed bitterly, shaking her head.

“Oh, he’s definitely not” she said with venom, frown upon her face. “And I hope he won’t. Ever.”

Spider-Man was now looking at her with what seemed like new intensity and emotion, but she couldn’t really tell with the suit and all. And she really didn’t want to look at him now, feeling new tears rising in her eyes, so instead settled on the beautiful view of New York. Always moving, always full of voices and life, it seemed unaffected by the sorrow of one fragile girl, making her feel this much more insignificant, but – surprisingly – also soothed her a little. Like nothing could reach (y/n) here, even the cruel world beneath.  

“You want me to web him to the wall or something?” the superhero offered, drawing a little laugh from her.

(Y/n) sniffed lightly, pulling few strands of hair behind her ear and simultaneously wiping away the already dried off trails of tears. She felt heat rising to her cheeks and didn’t really know what caused it – the presence of Spider-Man, his words or the way he seemed to look at here. Even with the mask on, he was impressingly expressive.

Remembering his question, she shook her head a little.

“No, thanks, it could harm your reputation” (y/n) answered, sending him a small smile, which seemed to immediately brighten his mood.

“Don’t worry about it, I would make sure everyone would know that he hurt a wonderful girl and deserved a lesson” he assured her, making a deliberate gesture with his glowed hand and successfully drawing another smile from her. But this one was a lot sadder than the previous one and he was instantly alarmed. “Hey, why the sad face? Sorry, if I said anything impropriate…”

Again (y/n) only shook her head, this one little smile also turning somehow bitter.

“Maybe I deserved that” she said, her voice so quiet that if not for his enhanced senses, he probably wouldn’t even hear it.”Maybe I wasn’t good enough, maybe I was too much or, or…”

Her voice started quivering again, her petite frame trembling. Tears began to shine in (e/c) eyes and threatened to spill any moment, but before she could utter another word, Peter sprung from his place.

“Hey, shush, stop it” he urged, gently grabbing (y/n) chin and turning to him. He felt his heart falter for a moment at the sight of this beautiful, shining eyes and flushed face. “Why would you think that?” the question fell from his lips before he could stop himself.

(Y/n) shrugged only, not saying a word. She seemed like she tried really hard to stay strong, to not let her tears fall and calm down, but when he decided to softly stroked her jaw, it suddenly snapped, letting all the emotion, hurt and shattered bits of her heart pour free into broken words.

“I don’t know, I-I r-really don’t…” she whined, shuddering violently. “And y-you know what’s the w-worst? It was so-o good, a-at the beginnig, l-like we were perf-fect together. But then…” (y/n) shook her head once more. She bit at lower lip, trying to calm herself just a little, and hugged her knees to her chest. Peter inched closer while she talked, sitting with his back to the city and bringing his other hand to rest on hers. “I don’t know what happened, it all fell apart… He broke up, saying he don’t love me anymore” at that, bitter, humorless laugh broke from her lips, “and now I have to see him everyday in class, all happy with his friends, when I… It’s been months, you know, months since that day, I should be fine at his point, like him. Everyone think I am, but… but I’m not. I didn’t really have anyone else, my friends moved away a year ago. I’m alone and I miss…” She shuddered and lowered her head, falling completely silent, like she couldn’t finish this thought.

“Him?” he suggested, though a strange felling was telling him it wasn’t the case. And the sudden jerk of her head confirmed that.

“No, not him” (y/n) answered, nipping with fingers at the edge of her black sweater. She buried her face in her arms, looking at the horizon. “I miss… being in relationship, I guess” she added, (e/c) eyes turning to look at him with such sadness and longing shinning in them as brightly as stars on the clear, night sky, he felt breath catching in his throat. “The feeling, you know? That I’m important for someone, the confidence that I have someone out there, the hugs, kisses, dates… I miss it…”

The truth was – she was starved for affection. For physical contact, for the deep, meaningful connection with someone, for love – both giving and receiving. For another being as in love with her as she in them. She craved that more than anything and it was eating her up, gnawing at her mind, clawing at her heart, to the point where she could only break down and cry, only in tears finding a little release. It was exhausting. But so was her everyday from the one where it all began to crumble.

All the while Peter was looking at (y/n) as if he has seen her for the first time and simultaneously known her more than any other girl ever. He knew who she was, of course, they were in the same school. He remembered now how in few days she seemed to suddenly disappear, going from constantly being in a circle of boys with her boyfriend to sitting alone in the back of the class or trying to merge into the wall, so no one would see her.  But Peter saw her. She was smart, very intelligent – easily one of the best students among him and others – really pretty and quite… different. Her alternative look wasn’t helping her, she stood out from the crowd, wasn’t really socializing, as if she didn’t care about it, and seemed really tough. But now – now he saw how fragile, delicate and sensitive she was under that exterior – and it awakened a feeling in his heart he wasn’t expecting.

Standing from his position, he jumped down from the ledge onto the hard concrete of the roof and tapped lightly on her shoulder. When she looked at him quizzically, Peter scratched his neck a little nervously.

“I thought… I could happily hug you, you know? But first you need to get down from there, I’m not risking you falling” he said, trying to sound stern at the end, but obviously failing as she smiled lightly, pink blooming on her cheeks.

“You would catch me, wouldn’t you?” (y/n) said, jumping from the ledge to stand beside him.

“Well, yeah, of course, but I would gladly avoid it altogether” Peter replied lightly and spread his arms to (y/n).”C’here.”

She made one small step before stopping and looking at him strangely, as if she tried to mask her shyness.

“Do I have your word you won’t kidnap me or something?”

“Whaaaat?” He looked at her with disbelief, but quickly caught on the joke and feigned hurt, making theatrical gesture of putting hand over his heart. ”How could you think so low about me? I’m a superhero! Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man no less! Or am I not?” he waggled his eyebrows, fairly sure it won’t show through the mask, but it seemed that it brightened (y/n) mood either way, as she smiled and took one last step towards him.

“Okey” she replied softly, almost in sing-song voice, and finally pressed her body to him tightly, hugging him like her life depended on it. (Y/n) intertwined her arms behind his back as she buried her face in Peters chest. At that moment he could swear his heart skipped a beat.

Small, content sigh left his lips, as he returned the hug, pulling her even closer. Encircling her shoulders with his arms, Peter started to draw soothing circles on her lover back and gently stroked her long curls, resting his chin on (y/n)’s head. It felt good. Right. Like it was exactly the place he should’ve been in, pressed against her, caressing her delicate frame, holding close to his chest. And when quiet, almost happy sigh left her lips, his heart stopped for a second.

“Better?” he asked after awhile, his voice barely above whisper. (Y/n) nodded, her face still on his chest, arms a little tighter around his waist. Peter smiled behind his mask, but then – oh, of course in that moment – police sirens suddenly cut through air, caching their attention. He almost cursed.

(Y/n) sighed a little heavier this time, as she loosened her arms and brought back her head.

“It’s time for you, isn’t it?” she guessed, looking up at him.

“Yeah, duty calls” he confirmed, though he didn’t want to withdraw his hands just jet, lowering them to her hands.

“Superheroe’s life, right?” she joked, small sad undertone in it, but except that, she seemed in much better mood and there wasn’t even a trace of tears in her eyes like before. Peter knew he couldn’t leave it just like that.

“Yeah, but you know what? I’ll happily cuddle with you anytime you want, really, it’ll be my pleasure” he said quickly, at the same time jumping on the ledge and looking at her one last time before he had to go.

“Okey” she replied happily, wrapping her arms around herself. “Tomorrow, maybe? If you want, of course, it could be next week too or…”

“Tomorrow” he interrupted before she could back away from the idea entirely. “See you very soon, beautiful!” he shouted as he jumped from the edge and quickly shoot web to the other building, almost effortlessly swinging between them. He turned his head just once to see the awe clear on her face as she watched him go, and then he wanted to facepalm himself for his stupidity. Of course he didn’t ask for her name. And what she will think about him now?

“Congrats, Peter, you are clearly a genius.”

Sighing heavily, he swinged one last time and landed smoothly at the actual crime scene. He would ask tomorrow.

Yeah, tomorrow sounded great.