hey y’all it’s your local (hot) mess, macy 🐰 so yesterday was this blog’s one year anniversary and i can’t believe it’s been a whole year?? it’s been a wild ride, this blog has grown more than i could’ve imagined and i’ve met such incredible and lovely people, i love you all so much and i’m really thankful to you all for brightening up my dash with quality memes and amazing content ^.^
Thank you all and I hope you’re having a beautiful day/night
A while ago I offered Minuiko to draw a pic to thank her for her awesome Jasico art and she suggested the goblet scene, which was a great request. I’m sorry it took me so long (did you think I had forgotten ? ;p) but finding a satisfying way to depict the scene wasn’t so easy, as I really wanted to include meaning and subtext ! I hope I succeeded, anyway I have to post it now or I’ll end up touching it up forever !!! ^^;; (I’m in this kind of period where I can’t be satisfied with my art. Again.)
Warnings: Angst, dark ass fic, kidnapping, reader held hostage, Demon Dean being a stalker and gross, sadness, just…it’s weird and dark…
Word count: 971
Summary: You’re the only thing on his mind and he’s determined to make you love him, whether you like it or not.
A/N: Ok, so…requested fic by anon - Could you write a Demon!Dean fic based on Make You Love Me by Gavin Creel where he becomes kinda obsessed with the reader? Ok, so took me forever to find the song, and this is where I went with it. Dark as hell, but this is where my mind decided to go. . Also, sorry this took sooo long!! Hope u like it!!
a/n: the long anticipated second installment of what’s growing to be another popular fic series ;p sorry it took so long y’all thank you for being patient with me ok & thank you to all of you who showed part 1 some luv, you guys are all absolutely amazing! i know there wasn’t a whole lot of action between peter and the reader, but i hope the other elements of this makes up for the lack.
You had been sitting on the couch in your apartment, your father and Tony Stark standing in front of you, talking between themselves in low voices.
You shifted uncomfortably, trying to catch what they were saying. You sat on your hands, your leg bouncing nervously. What could have happened in the few hours that you were gone that made your father so angry? You were so anxious about your father that you almost forgot about Peter. You wished you were with him now, knowing that being in his presence and hearing his voice and his laugh would put you at immediate ease.
Can You do a Roman Reigns Imagine? Where we have to share a hotel, and we get into a heated arguement which leads to rough , passionate sex?
A/N: I’m so sorry that this took so long to get done. But I hope you love it!
Warnings: Daddy kink, strong language, shower sex (is that warning??) uuuuh, can’t think of anything else. I write before the requests before I give the warnings so sometimes I forget :P
“I have to do what!?! No, there is no way that I’m gonna share my room with her! Come on, Triple H, can’t you just get her a different room? Hmm, I didn’t think so,” I said to Hunter over my cell phone. He had just informed me that I had to share my room with Y/N, the new WWE Diva. I guess with her being new and everything, Triple H and Stephanie McMahon forgot to book her a room so now I had to share mine with her.
"Can’t she just sleep in her car,“ I asked, continuing my rant. But, of course, Triple H said no. (I just hope that he knew that I was joking.) He then told me to ‘be a man’ and deal with and it and said that Y/N should be up to my room in a few minutes. So I hung up the phone, unlocked the door, sat down back on my bed and kept an ear out for the newbie.
The knocks on the door came half an hour later (‘in a few minutes’ my ass). Already I knew who it was, so I said 'the door’s unlocked’ and in walked Y/N. She had her bags in her hands and a towel around her neck, telling me that she just came from the gym. That and Y/N was wearing a tank-top and shorts. Plus, she was drenched in sweat; which, I hate to admit, was kinda hot.
“Hey, Roman,” Y/N said to me after she closed and locked the door.
“Hey,” I said back to her. I leaned back on my -or I guess I should say our- bed and started to play a game on my phone just to show the new comer that I wasn’t interested in anything that she had to say. Unfortunately she wasn’t getting the message.
“Sorry you have to share your room with me,” she said. “I know that this wasn’t your idea, but-”
“You can say that again,” I retorted with a roll of my eyes.
“I know this wasn’t your idea, but-” Y/N annoyingly repeated herself and then laughed at herself. I narrowed my eyes at her and she just shrugged her shoulders.
“What,” she asked. “You said I could say it again.”
“You know I didn’t mean it, smart ass. Now, why don’t you go to sleep on the couch so that way I won’t have to hear your voice anymore?”
“Seriously, Roman? The couch? I thought that you would be a gentleman and let me have the bed.”
“Normally I would, but you’re such a newbie that you just don’t deserve it,” I said laughing to myself.
“Whatever,”she scoffed back, “I have to take a shower first, anyways.”
“In that case, I think I have to pee.”
“No you don’t; you’re just saying that cause I said that I want to take a shower!”
“Probably. But you’re still not going in the bathroom, and there’s nothing you can do about it, Newbie.”
I was completely wrong on that part cause after I said that, Y/N came over to the side of the bed that I was on, lifted one of her legs up and slammed it down onto my stomach.
“Fuck,” I groaned in pain. Then I rolled on my side and watched as Y/N walked into the bathroom with a smirk on her face.
A few minutes later and I could hear the shower running.
* * *
It had been a whole hour after Y/N had started her shower, and I had to piss. Badly. But she still wasn’t out of the bathroom. So I went to the door and heard the shower still running. I knocked hard a few times, but Y/N wasn’t responding. Look, I’m a gentleman and everything, but when a man’s gotta piss, a man’s gotta piss and I ain’t tryna piss through the window. I tried the doorknob and noticed that the door was unlocked, so I opened it and saw something that made my dick hard: Y/N had the shower head in her hand and it was pointed at her pussy. The look of pleasure was all over her face. Moans were escaping her lips, but it was hard to tell what she was saying exactly, so I listened more closely. “Fuck! Ro- Roman,” she purred my name. She purred my name!
“Me,” I accidentally asked out loud. I still couldn’t believe that shit.
“Shit! Roman? What the hell are you doing in here,” Y/N asked in return as she dropped the shower head. She quickly covered herself up with her hands at first and then with the shower curtain.
“Uh, I had to take a leak,” I answered, “and you were takin’ way too long. By the way, were just playin’ with yourself….and thinkin’ about me?”
“No! Now fuck off!”
I took a few more steps into the bathroom and and put a smirk on my face. “Baby girl, I’d rather get you off,” I replied with a wink.
Y/N let out a nervous gulp but had let go of the shower curtain, letting me see her in her whole naked, wet, beauty. “What’re gonna do to me, Roman?”
“Pick that shower head back up and hand it to me, Newbie.” She did what I told her to do and I chuckled. “Baby girl, you got this on the wrong setting.”
“What do you mean, I got it on the wrong setting,” Y/N asked impatiently, making me chuckle again.
“Cause yo got it on spray when you should have it on massage.” I changed the setting and aimed the nozzle at Y/N’s clit. I smirked when she instantly moaned. The look on her face told me that she was enjoying this more than when she was doing this to herself.
After a while I decided to get in the tub with the newbie. So I handed her the shower nozzle, got shirtless and pants-less and sat on the side of the tub. I took the nozzle back from her and watched as she started to rub herself. I licked my lips before I smacked her hand away and put two of fingers in her glorious hole.
“Roman, oh my god,” Y/N screamed.
“You like that, Baby-girl,” I asked her while I pumped in and out of her. God, I wish it was my cock filling her pussy up, but I had to wait til I got her good and ready and I had a great way to do that. I slowly pulled my fingers out of her, stood up and put the shower head back where it belongs.
“What’re you doing, baby,” Y/N asked me in an innocent voice.
“Nuh-uh, Newbie,” I said with a wag of my index finger. “You only get to call me Daddy.”
“Yup, just like that; sounds fuckin’ hot too. Now, bring you fine ass closer to so I can eat you out.”
Y/N smiled as she said “yes, Daddy”.
She moved close enough so that her lightly trimmed bush was on my chin. I dipped my head a little to give myself a small taste of her dripping pussy. It was a quick swipe of my tongue and Y/N couldn’t help but to whimper.
“Damn, baby, you taste so good!”
“Fuck, how do you go from hating my guts to eating me out,” Y/N wanted to know.
“Who cares, baby,” I answered, “just let me enjoy my feast.”
Y/N rapidly nodded her head and I lapped up her moist opening. I went slow at first, but Y/N told me to stop teasing, so I went faster earning many loud moans from the newbie. She moaned my name plenty of times, holding on to my long hair as she came on my tongue with shakes and screams.
“Damn, Newbie. I would’ve been doin’ this to ya much sooner if I had known that you were gonna taste so sweet and sound even sweeter.” I laughed while standing up in the tub.
“Well, I would’ve let you do it sooner if I had known that your tongue was so powerf-” Y/N cut herself off when she saw my hard cock spring at my abs after I removed my briefs. “Holy shit,” she whispered, eyeing my dick, “you’ve got a mighty hammer there, Thor.”
“Haha, thanks, Newbie.”
Y/N groaned in annoyance. “When are you going to stop calling me that, Roman? You know that I’m great in the ring and I’ve beaten almost all of my opponents!”
The whole time that Y/N was ranting, she was also looking at my naked body body up and down. She saw how my cock was dripping with pre-cum and licked her lips.
“I’ll start callin’ you by your name once you prove to me that you can take this dick. Oh, and you can stop callin’ me Daddy while we fuck…unless of course you want to keep callin’ me Daddy.” A smirk made it’s way on to my face as Y/N made an ‘o’ shape with her mouth. “Now come on, Newbie, lets get started.”
I helped Y/N wrap her legs around my waist and I was back in her glorious hole, but this time with my thick dick. When it got in her, the newbie gasped and asked me to give her some time to adjust to my size. Once she was ready, I slowly went in and out of her and both instantly moaned. I picked up the pace some after a few more slow thrusts, and I loooooved the way she felt around my cock. I told her that and she moaned while sucking on my neck.
“I love the way you fill me up,” she finally said. “Your cock feels so fucking good in me, Daddy.”
“Mmm, I see you have no problem with still callin’ me Daddy, Newbie.”
“Aw, fucking shiiiiit,” she moaned as I continued to pound into her and suckin’ on her nipples. “Can you blame me? You’re so fucking hot!”
Y/N saying that got my motor running faster than before. So I made it so that Y/N’s back was right on the shower wall, picked up my pace and really pounded into her tight, wet pussy. God, it felt so fuckin’ good. My long hair got in my face and I so desperately needed to see the newbie’s sex face. So I flipped my hair over and saw her staring straight back at me with a tear falling down her cheek. I knew it was from pleasure, but I still felt the need to ask.
“You okay, Baby-girl?”
“Fuck yeah, Daddy,” she answered, out of breath. “You’re just really hitting my G-spot and it feels so fucking good and I -ah, shit!”
I hit Y/N’s G-spot several more times, that’s how she cut herself off that time: cause she was enjoying my D too much. But I was enjoying her P just as much, maybe even more.
“Come on, Newbie,” I growled, “cum all over my cock!” I told her that cause I knew that she was close; I could feel it. But I wanted her moans to be captured in my mouth, so I quickly put my mouth on hers and continued to thrust into her hole.
Our tongues fought for dominance as we kissed and moaned in each other’s mouths. A few more thrusts later and I had the newbie shaking with pleasure. Her moans vibrating in my mouth added with her pussy pulsing around my cock had me cumming my own damn self.
“Fuck, that was hot,” I said after I finished shooting my load in Y/N’s dripping pussy. I let Y/N back down and kissed her passionately on the lips.
“I know, best sex ever,” Y/N replied. “But I took your dick. Hell, I loved taking it. So, I guess that means that you’re not gonna call me Newbie anymore, right?”
I smirked at her before caressing her cheek. “That’s right, Y/N.” Her eyes lit up when I said her name. “Now lets get washed up and then go to bed together, Newbie.”
hihi i wanted to do this for a while but i never had the time. it took me over 8 hours to write this all down and even longer to type it out. so worth it though. so! here we go. rest of mutuals under the cut! sorry if i forgot anyone!!
*Also the biggest fucking shoutout to the wonderful @loratheorange for proofreading this, bless you.
Part I Part II
Flashback (end of part I):
Turning his direction towards you, he asks, “so… what’s your deal?”
Chuckling, you duck your head, answering, “I’m afraid that’s a story for another time, Spiderboy.”
Hearing him sputter out incoherent words, you decide to bid your goodbyes.
Knowing he’ll get nothing from you now, he says his farewells.
Walking into Midtown High with the thoughts of what conspired last night, you knew you couldn’t face Peter. Yes, you were brave yesterday, and sure, you both gave up your identities, but you felt like a mess and you even kissed him for fucks sake! You can barely even get a word out to him! So, instead of walking with him to classes or meeting him before school started, you avoided any path of bumping into Peter. You knew he’d ask several questions and bug you until you answered. You just weren’t ready for all that pressure yet, especially with everything you both have together now.
Peter, on the other hand, was desperately trying to find you in a mass amount of students that occupied the halls in order to get to class on time. Peter didn’t give two shits about being on time. Honestly, he just wanted to talk to you and pray you’re not avoiding him.
Coming lunchtime where both you and Peter usually hang out in the library and eat, you decided to do something different in order to continue this excessive avoidance until it was unnecessary. So instead, you took out your bagged lunch and chose a shaded tree outside to relax and read a book. Not only was it like the library because of the quietness, but most people didn’t wander over to this spot, which meant you’d be safe from a certain Peter lurking around the school for you.
However, once Peter took his seat with Ned in the cafeteria like he would if you weren’t there, he asked Ned if he’s seen you around. Ned, not knowing anything going on, shook his head. Peter’s worried thoughts raced in his brain.
Is Y/N mad at me? Did I do something? God, I hope Y/N doesn’t hate me… They’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time (even before the whole Spiderman incident). I need to find them…
He wanted to be more than friends with you, even before last night with the whole ‘kissing to shut him up’ situation. But he also didn’t want to risk your guys’ relationship over some stupid feelings he was thinking about sharing. However, if you kissed him… that must mean you like him too, right?
You’re slowly getting a better grip on what your powers are exactly, but you’re still struggling with the idea of having it and not knowing how to control it necessarily. Plus, you didn’t want to cause anyone harm, so it was best to just avoid everyone you came in contact with, even your family, but that was difficult since you live with them. In a way, you still feel like a freak with these weird, unexplainable powers. You thought it would make you feel more self-confident, but quite honestly, it feels like the opposite. No one can relate to you in this situation and if you were to talk about this to someone, they might send you away to the loonie bin or lock you away with no contact whatsoever. That was the extreme, but you tend to overthink on certain situations, causing the most serious situation to seem like the only option.
For the next few days, you get by without running into Peter, which you’re relieved about, even though you miss your lunch library time together.
However, today that all changed…
As you were rushing feveriously to your first period since the subway delayed by a few minutes, you accidentally bump into him while getting to class, just like how you two had met in the first place.
Coincidence? I think not.
You had no clue of this though, since you were too focused on already being late.
“Oh geez, I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to… Y/N?”
You whip your head towards the person’s direction.
“O-Oh, h-hey Peter…” you nervously reply, shoving your hands in your pockets.
“I-I haven’t seen you in a while. Are you doing okay? I’ve been wanting to tal-”
Peter is interrupted by the bell, once again and a swarm of students appear through the halls.
“S-Sorry, I-I have class. Uh, t-talk to you later?” you question, anxiety rattling your bones.
Frowning with a sigh, Peter nods. He is determined to figure out what is going on today. And hell, he’ll do whatever it takes to get you to talk to him. He needs to know you’re okay.
Peter knows what it’s like to go through the whole “discovering your powers” thing. It was a territory he was never expecting to go through. Plus, he wanted to help you. Help you learn to control the intensity, help you discover all you’re capable of, and so much more. He knows it’s definitely going to be a struggle if you go through this alone, so Peter just wants to let you know that he cares and wants to help you figure this out.
After the last class of the day got out, you headed to your locker to replace the books you had with the ones you needed for tonight’s homework.
Peter knew you’d want to leave in a hurry, so as soon as the bell rang, he sprinted through the school in order to get to your locker in time. Of course, he was trampled by a few upper classmen and shoved against some lockers in the process, but he arrived, looking like a sweaty mess, seeing you hurriedly stuff your books into your bag. He knew you’d be anxious, so he slowly approached you, making sure not to scare the living shit out of you in the process.
You tense and stiffly turn around, while shakily zipping your bag closed.
“O-Oh, hey P-Peter. H-How’s it going?”
He smiles at your nervousness.
“I was wondering if you, maybe would want to, y’know, uh, g-go get some coffee, or like a smoothie or something?” Peter questioned, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.
You contemplated your options. You could either say no and ruin whatever this was with Peter or say yes and have to explain to him your whole ordeal, which you still weren’t fully aware of.
Closing your eyes with a sigh, you choose the latter. You don’t want to lose what you have with this boy. He’s something special, and you’re not saying that just because he’s Spiderman.
“I- uh, s-sure. I guess…”
A bright smile plasters Peter’s face upon hearing your reply.
“Great! I know a great place to go, it’s quiet and totally has that library aesthetic you love…”
Peter kept rambling as you two walked side by side out of the school, but you couldn’t pick up anything he said. You were too busy inside of your head, anxiously awaiting the conversation you were dreading.
A hand waved in front of you trying to gain your attention, which you realized was Peter’s. You completely spaced out while he was talking!
“S-Sorry, c-could you repeat that?” you asked, a prominent blush on your cheeks.
He gives you a worried glance, which is quickly replaced with a chuckle, “I was just wondering what you were going to get, so y’know, I could order it for you?”
You blush madly once again, glancing towards the ground as a smile creeps onto your face.
“Oh, t-thank you. I- uh, well, w-what do you recommend? It’s your favorite place after all.”
“Hmm… well, I usually get the mango and banana smoothie, but the blueberry-pineapple one is the bomb! It’s like an explosion of flavor on your taste buds, it’s great.”
Giggling at his excitement, you tell him to surprise you.
Arriving at the smoothie coffee shop/library, you both get in line and patiently wait your turn.
You take in the area around you: the charm of the dark, cherry wood surrounding the entire building. The antique, yet rustic feel of it. From the chairs to the shelves overfilled with an abundance of books, you could see why Peter loved this place. It was quiet and peaceful, and in a way, like the library at your guys’ school.
Turning your attention back to Peter, you realize he’s already gazing at you, a small smile on his thin lips.
You blush and look away quickly, only to be startled by the barista patiently waiting for your order. Peter takes care of it and you both pull off to the side to wait for your drinks in silence.
In all honesty, you both enjoy these silent moments, especially because Peter knows you’re observing your surroundings, which he sees you do all the time around school. He loves that these moments of silence don’t feel awkward or unnecessary. It’s moments like these that he can really take you in and discover something about you he’s never noticed before.
His thoughts are interrupted as his name is called letting you know your drinks are ready. Once you both retrieve the drinks, Peter urges you to take a sip.
“Holy shit, this is really good, Peter!” you exclaim quietly, only to cover your mouth at your phrasing.
“Right?! I think they’re the best I’ve had,” he dismays, adding, “… just don’t tell Aunt May that. She would have my head.”
You giggle, giving him a nod.
Going up a few staircases, you didn’t realize how big this place actually was. Peter led you to a corner of the top floor, where it was surrounded by bookshelves reaching to the tops of the ceiling. It was amazing, to say the least, and by the expression on your face, Peter knew he chose this place right.
After picking a spot in the corner of the room, you both set your bags down and pull out some homework. He knew you were avoiding the conversation, so he was going to wait a little before pressing it.
You, on the other hand, knew that Peter was anxious to figure out what was wrong with you. You weren’t ready. So, you instead decided that working on school work would quickly pass the time. However, you were wrong.
An hour or two passed and you had finished your homework just a few minutes ago. Taking a glance at Peter, you see him nose deep in his calculus book, eyebrows furrowing in concentration. Before you made it weird staring too long or accidentally catching his eye, you decided to wander around and see what books they carried.
“H-hey, I’m going to go browse around for a bit.”
Peter lifted his head out of concentration to look towards you, “oh, okay! I’ll be here if you need me,” he smiled.
Once you left Peter’s sight, you grazed your hands against the immense amount of books surrounding you on each side. The smell of old books inflamed your senses, causing you to let out a content sigh. You were beyond excited that Peter showed you this place. This will be one of your happy places for sure.
As you were passing through the different sections on the level, you were hit with a genius thought. Why don’t you try and look through these books to see if any of them address your current situation. Your icicle hands situation.
I’m a genius! And it only took me 2 hours.
You thought with a roll of your eyes.
Surprisingly, you found the fiction section easily. You knew you wanted something regarding superheros, but that wasn’t something most authors wrote about. It took you a little bit of digging to find cheesy kid books discussing superheros like the Avengers and X-Men, but that was it. You weren’t expecting much anyways, but kept looking in hopes of finding something out.
Maybe the internet is my only hope… Even then it doesn’t give me what I want. Ugh, this is a disaster.
As you started to reach for another book, a shot of pain coursed through your hand, causing you to drop the book and clutch your hand in agony. It wasn’t as painful as the first one you experienced, but it was pretty damn close.
Oh no… This better not be happening again! I cannot let Peter see me like thi-
Your thoughts were interrupted by another wave of pain, this time shooting through both hands. Taking a glance you see them change into a numb looking white color, indicating the presence of ice forming at the tips of your fingers.
You let out a small whimper, the pain increasing every time you clench your hands shut. Bending down on the floor, you press your back against the bookshelf, gripping your hands and closing your eyes tightly, mentally trying to shut the world around you out.
The pain you suffered through was unbearable sometimes and you just wanted it all to stop. You weren’t ready for something like this and you know you never will be. Peter is way more competent than you are. He’s fucking Spiderman for Christ’s sake!
You didn’t think you’d gain any attention, but Peter was over there as soon as he heard that whimper escape from your mouth. He didn’t see you at first since your body was behind a desk, but he saw a shadow on the floor and immediately booked it over there.
Tears slowly formed the brim of your eyes, not daring to escape as Peter worriedly approach your aching form.
“Y/N? W-What’s wrong? What happened? Are you hurt?”
You stiffen at his questions, tightening your closed eyes even more.
“Y/N, ple-please. What’s wrong? I-I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s going on,” Peter panics.
“It hurts, P-Peter,” you shake, releasing your grip on your hands.
He takes a glance at your frosty, white hands and suddenly realizes the predicament.
He needed to get you out of here, now.
Cautiously picking you up, he quickly gets back to your table and packs up both of your guys’ things. Once he zipped the last pocket on his bag, he carefully placed yours on your back and snaked his arm around your waist to guide you out.
Peter only lived a few minutes away from the cafe library, so he knew his place was the only option at the moment. He prayed May would still be out working, especially since he’s never brought you over before. Or any girl for that matter…
After maneuvering through the crowded streets of Queens, Peter finally arrived at his apartment, your shaking figure still pressed against his side. May must’ve still been at work because the apartment was dead silent, which Peter was more than happy about. Opening the door to his bedroom, Peter led you to the bottom bunk of his bed, helping you lie down and pulling the covers to the tip of your chin.
Peter’s face laced with confusion and worry as he took in your shaken form more prominently. He doesn’t know what to do, especially since he has no damn clue what is going on with you!
Hearing you rub your hands together for what seemed like warmth, Peter ceases your movement with his own hands on top of yours. In that moment, the pain started to subside, no matter how cheesy and ridiculous it sounded. Peter’s warm, soft, lanky hands engulfed your own, not leaving any inch uncovered. As your shaking came to a reasonable halt, Peter lifted his hand off your own to move the hair out of your face, causing you to heat up in embarrassment over what just occurred within the last few minutes.
Slowly sitting up, you avert his gaze.
“I… I-I… fuck,” you quietly stutter.
You feel the bed dip, noticing Peter has joined you.
His hands return on the tops of yours.
You give him a weary smile as you mumble out an apology.
“C’mon now, there’s no reason to apologize, alright? I just want to make sure you’re okay. D-Do you need anything? Water? Food? A hug…?”
“P-Please don’t go,” you mumbled, squeezing his hands in your own.
“Hey, I’m not going anywhere, okay? I’m right here,” he cooed, “plus, this is sort of my room, but y’kno- yep, nope, not a joking matter right now… got it.”
Inching closer, Peter wraps his arms around your form, pulling you comfortably into his lap. You could feel the rapid beating of his heart, and he knew it too.
Peter continued to hold you for another hour or so before you started squirming in his hold. As much as you loved being in his warm grasp, you weren’t used to this much of affection since, well, ever really. All the hand holding, hugging, and touching was overwhelming you a bit more than the problem with your hands. Most of your family knew your boundaries, but you never had discussed it with Peter before.
He seemed to sense your uncomfortableness and carefully lifted you off his lap onto the bedside next to him.
Feeling self-conscious, you pretend to pick at something on his comforter. After a couple minutes of silence, you decide it’s time to talk about the shit load of events that have occurred in the past few hours. You’re probably worrying him. No, you know you are and it’s causing your insides to tie in knots.
Covering your face with your cold hands, you mumble against your palms, “you probably think I’m a freak, huh.”
Your statement leaves Peter perplexed. He cannot believe you said something like that. Lifting your hands off your face, he moves your chin up to look at him in the eyes.
“Y/N, why would you say something like that? You are not a freak, okay? Hell, I must be a freak then too! I got bit by a spider and now I can climb walls and swing around the city with webs! Like, how fucking weird is that?! You’re not alone in this, Y/N and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to prove to you that you are not a freak. Even if it takes forever, you are worth every single second,” Peter explains, softly kissing your now cherry red cheek.
“God, I don’t deserve you, Peter. I-I’m such a mess.”
You knew you shouldn’t of said that, but you couldn’t help it. You didn’t deserve him. You’ve probably worried him beyond belief. Ignoring him wasn’t the brightest thing to do and you knew that, but you just never wanted to approach the problem head on and cause his anxiety levels to plummet through the roof, even though they did.
You hear Peter laugh, which gains your attention.
Why is he laughing?
“Y/N, you’ve got it all wrong… I don’t deserve you. Trust me, you aren’t the only one that’s a mess. I’m surprised I was even able to talk to you in the first place! Ned kept nagging me every fucking day. Man, I’m happy he did though, or else I would’ve never had this moment or any other moment with you. I know you’re afraid to tell me what’s wrong, but I’m here to let you know I will never judge or criticize you, okay? These powers, or whatever they are, don’t have to control you. You are the only one that has the power to decide that.”
“I-I know that, Peter. You deserve to know, though. I-I’ve been dragging this out for too long a-and I don’t know how much more I can take,” you admitted taking a sharp intake of air.
Peter gave you a simple nod, urging you to continue.
“L-Let me start from the beginning, I guess. Uh, do you remember that day you bumped into me and my books went everywhere? A-And you commented on my cold hands? Well, uh that morning was when I knew something wasn’t right with me. I-I was walking home that day and out of nowhere this unbearable pain shot through m-my hands and I couldn’t control it… I-I didn’t know what to do. I went into the alley to avoid people looking at me like I was crazy, b-but that’s w-when it happened,” your voice getting the best of you.
Peter notices and rubs your arm for comfort.
“Take your time, Y/N. There is no rush, okay? You can do this, it’s just me.”
You nod, closing you eyes. After letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you continued.
“S-So the pain started to get worse and out of nowhere… uh, ice spewed out of my palms? I-I sprinted home after that a-and tried to look up anything I could regarding ‘ice powers’ I guess and all that I could find was something about Cyrokinesis? Y’know, like creating ice by manipulating molecules of matter? Oh and don’t forget that incident with the gross pervert a-and Spiderma- well, you… I-I don’t know, Peter. I don’t understand it all. I mean, I-I guess I was always cold as a child, but how the fuck is this a useful ability?!” you exclaimed, pulling lightly at your hair.
“Hey, hey Y/N, listen. That’s so awesome! Imagine all the stuff you could do! Make melted ice cream frozen again, snow days, freeze people?! Okay, well maybe not the last one, but still, just think about it.” Peter pleaded.
You sighed taking in his words.
“If you want, uh I could have you meet Mr. Stark? He might know what to do more than me, y’know? Him being Iron Man and like the head honcho of the Avengers and all…”
“I-I don’t know about that,” you nervously laughed. “I-I mean, I don’t know if I’m ready f-for something like that, Peter. I don’t really even know w-what this is!”
“Well, maybe he will, Y/N. Either him or Dr. Banner will. Trust me, please? I will be right there with you every step,” Peter sympathized, stroking your cheek with his thumb.
hoo boy here we go: 52, 101, 110, 125, 338 all for drarry because I love you :P
This took me wayyyy too long, sorry!
52. “Go then, leave! See if I care!
101. “I guess I was wrong about you. You’re not so bad after all.”
110. “I just wanted you to know that when I picture myself happy… it’s with you.”
125. “I need you to forgive me.”
338. “Will you just shut up for a moment so I can say something nice to you!”
Harry fully expected to be met with broken dishes and cracked up photo frames when he entered his apartment that night. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d felt this awful. He and Draco usually made up not more than half an hour after a fight, restraining themselves from physical contact had never been their strong suit, but this time was different. This time Draco had left. Left and not come back.
A soft crack under his auror boots proved he was right about finding the remnants of their argument still littered around his flat. Their torn portrait on the floor, a six months anniversary gift from Dean, proved him right again. He closed his eyes as he walked into the living room. He didn’t want to be right.
It hadn’t been his first proper fight with Draco, far from it even, but it had been their last. He wouldn’t come back. Not after everything Harry had thrown at his head, the insults hurting much more than the plates or mugs. Harry didn’t deserve him coming back.
Another crack under his foot brought him back to the moment just before Draco had stormed out.
“Go on then, leave! See if I care!”
“Don’t think for one second that I will see you caring about anything if I walk out of this hellhole.” His voice was cold and Harry could feel Draco’s eyes burn a hole in his jumper. Even turning his back on the man didn’t work against the Malfoy stare. “I don’t half-ass do things and then quit.”
“Oh no? Then what about half dead Katie Bell? Or half poisoned Ron? Or your half-ass attempt to murder Dumbledore?” Harry was shaking all over now, and his knuckles turned white from gripping the kitchen counter. How dare he. How dare he say anything about commitment. Bloody coward.
“And then I’m not even mentioning-” He continued.
But Harry never would mention whatever it was he wanted to mention, because right at that moment the unnaturally loud bang of Draco slamming the door shut behind him obliterated all other sounds. When the last of his footsteps died away, Harry could still only think about how that fucking ponce had probably taken the effort to magically amplify the bang.
“Arsehole.” He muttered to no one.
It wasn’t until eleven that morning that the impact of his words fully hit home.
It wasn’t until three that afternoon that Harry knew in every fiber of his being that he regretted what he’d done.
It wasn’t until seven that night that Harry realised he let Draco Malfoy walk out of his life, for good. When the familiar sting of tears behind his eyes hit him, he didn’t even try to hold back. Fuck, he’d screwed up.