window in time

professorbaldy  asked:

is there anyway i can have cute peter parker hc, babe? (my world is actually collasping in around me rn)

okay so i’m a huge sucker this particular hc so

imagine you live in an apartment building close to his own so it’s SUPER common that peter sneaks out and goes to your room and gets inside through your window (he usually sends you a text first so you have it open or unlocked for him) and this day particularly you haven’t been felling well because something happened to you and peter can tell because of the way you’ve been responding to his texts, so he quickly sends you “i’m on my way” without you having to tell him anything else

your window is open by the time he gets there and he just walks up to your bed and gets in beside you, pulling you into his arms and kissing your forehead and lips while telling you that it’s okay, everything will pass, and he will be right next to you the whole time

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.
We throw around the word never likes its nothing but a small rose petal. The word never is a doubled edged sword. On one side it says ‘I will never leave you’ and on the other it says ‘I will never love you.’
—  The Word Never