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Starcrossed lovers // part 4 (Reader x Peter Parker) NWH

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Summary: There might be only one Peter can turn to in the hope to make sense of it all. Peter and Peter meet again, but this time clash. Ignoring a warning, Peter tries to make you remember him. Desperate to have you by his side once more. [ part 1 & part 2 & part 3 & part 5 ]

Peter was panting. Breathing loudly underneath his mask as he swung from building to building. His mind spiralling as this was not how he imagined meeting you again. The meeting of before flashed before his eyes, distracting him. His eyes started to get glossy visioning the glance you gave him.

Nothing in your eyes that could tell him you recognized them. They seemed dull, lost without their spark. Did he let himself get carried away, thinking you from this earth would love him as equally as you did from his earth? Had he perhaps envisioned hints that were never there. Bright lights blinded him followed by a loud long horn.

Peter snapped out of it, just in time seeing a truck head frontal at him. He shot out a web, doing a flip so he would be higher up. The web snapped as he was weightless in the air for a moment. Aiming his hand out, another web shot out. Sticking to a rooftop as he got flung towards it. His feet came in contact with the rooftop, sending him rolling.

Breathing loud, he set his elbows down, slowly lifting himself up. Getting up, he neared the edge. The sound of sirens going off in the distance. Peter took of his mask, taking a deep breath. His gaze fell on his wrist. Where a watch hung, given by Strange for him to find his way back home.

His fingers neared it, almost touching it. In that moment, he thought about leaving. Returning home with the bitterness inside of him. He felt it grow inside of him. Ever since you died on his earth, he came bitter. Sought revenge in his enemy’s. Sought out the dangers just so he had a way of raging out his grief. Peter let his head hang, lowering his hand.

He didn’t want the bitterness. It was tiring. Hollowing him out to become a shadow of what he once was. Overlooking the city, his mind immediately went to one person. Hoping they hadn’t forgotten about him. Peter launched himself off the building. Soaring the streets to reach his destination. Finding the way almost came easily to him. Just a few more blocks and he’d be there.

Peter’s hands pressed hard against the window from the impact. Panting loud as he looked inside. – “Peter?” – Peter’s eyes lighted up with relief when he saw Peter… your Peter hurry over to the window. Peter was laying on his bed, startled out of his wits by a loud thud against his window. At the sight of Peter three, he rushed over. The window slid open as Peter three crawled into his room.

“What are you…” – Peter asked when Peter three grabbed him tight by his shoulders. – “You remember me right? You know who I am!” – he asked frantically. – “Yes.” – Peter answered, shrugging his grip off. – “What are you doing here? How did you even get here?” – Peter wanted to know. Peter three had exhaled relieved. – “Y/n doesn’t remember me.” – Peter spoke desperate.

Peter, your Peter furrowed his brows. – “You went to see Y/n?” – he questioned. Peter three nodded saddened. – “Why are you here?” – Peter asked loudly. – “I…” – Peter three replied wanting to answer, but his mind went back to you. – “Why can’t she remember me?” – he begged to know. – “Strange’s spell.” – Peter answered casually before turning back to his questions.

“How did you even get here?” – Peter wanted to know. – “Strange.” – Peter three responded scratching the back of his head. – “What spell? What spell did he cast?” – Peter wanted to know. – “The one I asked him to do, but went wrong.” – Peter one answered annoyed, waving his hands across. – “What do you want with Y/n?” – he pressured on. – “Why do you have this obsession with Y/n?” – Peter pushed Peter three back.

Frustrated and angry at him. He wasn’t blind. He noticed the way he acted around you back then. Peter three lowered his head. – “Y/n… Y/n…she was my MJ.” – he explained with teary eyes. Peter’s eyes widened as it all became clear. – “I…I didn’t think I’d ever see her again. Being around her gave me hope. I was bitter, she cured that.” – Peter explained. – “So what you just think you can steal her from me?” – Peter replied rudely. – “No, no.” – Peter three said in defence.

“That is why you are here right? To take her from me?” – Peter one shouted back. – “She’s not your MJ!” – Peter three called out. The emotions running high. – “She’s my friend!” – Peter one yelled. – “Your Y/n is death so stay away from mine!” – Peter made clear. Peter three felt desperate. He wasn’t going to let everything die because his equal said no. – “You still have MJ!” – Peter three grunted out. – “No I don’t!” – Peter one replied loud.

Peter three was taken by surprise. A look of surprise on his face. Peter one sighed loud letting himself sit on his bed. – “The spell. Strange’s spell. I just wanted the people to forgot I was Spiderman. Not my friends… the spell doesn’t work that way… I lost my friends because of that spell.” – Peter said staring at his empty hands. Peter three had taken a deep breath, having calmed down. He approached Peter, coming to sit with him on the bed. – “Maybe he can reverse it?” – Peter suggested. – “No.” – your Peter responded.

“What if you tell them again?” – another suggestion from Peter three. Peter one shook his head. – “They are saver without knowing me… or the secret…” – Peter wiped his cheek with his sleeve. – “You should do the same.” – he spoke. – “I can’t…” – Peter three whispered. – “If you care for her, you let her be.” – Peter one dropped getting back up. – “I’m sorry Peter…” – he answered getting up as well. Peter neared the window. – “I can’t do that.” – with his final words he left out the window. Peter one sighing deep.

Peter was standing by your house, watching your window in the rain. His shoes filled at the bottom with water. Memories from his life with you passing by like a movie. His first encounter with you at school. The moment he held you after a break-up. The first time he told you his secret. Doing study-sessions together. Going on a first date. Your first kiss. All the memories that made him think of you.

The lights had gone down as he knew you had gone to bed. Peter kept watching your house till the morning glow. The door swung open as you rushed out. –“Bye mom!” – you shouted loud, hopping on one foot to pull the end of your shoe over your ankle. Flinging your backpack better over your shoulder, you started jogging over to the bus station. You saw the bus stop is the distance as you ran.

Hoping you’d be in time for when the bus would come. A person came in your way by the stop, having stepped forwards from behind the billboard poster on the stop. You slammed hard against them as they caught you. – “Oh sorry.” – you said out of breath, looking up. – “Hi.” – the person responded with a soft smile. Your eyes widened in surprise. – “You’re the spiderman costume boy.” – you said making him breath out a laugh.

“Yes… yes I am.” – he responded letting you go a bit. – “You must be a real fan of him to dress up like him.” – you spoke putting your backpack better over your shoulder. – “So not really Peter Parker, what’s your actual name.” – you were curious about. – “Actually my name is Peter.” – he responded. – “Oh.” – you answered sheepishly. You noticed Peter kept looking at you. Making you feel a bit shy. You tried to look at anything but him.

The way he was gazing at you, was heart stopping. In the distance you saw the bus appear. It rode to the front, stopping at the stop. The doors opened as people got off. You followed the line of people wanting to get on. You were about to set your foot on the bus when you felt a tug on your wrist. – “Can… can you skip the bus?” – Peter asked you when you looked confused over your shoulder.

“I…I have somewhere to be.” – you told him nervously. – “I promise you’ll be there on time.” – he answered. You sighed soft setting your foot back down on the pavement. – “Are you getting on?” – the bus driver asked. You shook your head as he closed the door. With a little bit of pain, you watched it drive off.

You turned around to Peter with a deep breath. – “I normally don’t just agree with strangers so quick, so this better be worth it.” – you told him. – “I’m no stranger.” – he replied making you furrow your brows. – “That doesn’t count.” – you reminded him, only seeing him once before didn’t count as not being strangers anymore. Peter took your hand as he started pulling you along with him. – “Where are we going?” – you called out tagging along, trying to catch up with him as he kept pulling you along at his pace.

Peter led you into an alleyway. – “What… what are you doing…?” – you questioned, feeling a bit frightened now. A part of you knew you shouldn’t have followed a stranger. – “This will be quicker.” – he responded as he took off his jacket. Revealing the spiderman suit underneath it. – “That’s a bit too much isn’t it.” – you commented, thinking he was exaggerating in his fanboy obsession for the spider.

Peter breathed soft approaching you. He moved his hand around your waist, making you gasp soft. – “Do you trust me Y/n?” – he asked. You blinked surprised at him. – “How did you know my name?” – you wanted to know. – “Like I said no strangers.” – he simply outed.

“So do you trust me?” – he asked again pressing you closer to his side. – “That depends…” – you responded wary. Peter smiled as he moved his hand up. – “You better hold on tight.” – he said before shooting a web. He launched himself up as you clamped onto him with a loud scream. Nearly damaging his eardrums from your scream.

Peter let go of the web, falling a bit before he shot out another web. Still holding you, he had to launch himself with just one hand. You had wrapped your legs around his waist, arms tight around his neck. Continue to scream till your lungs burned. – “You are insane!” – you called out to him as you felt like being on a rollercoaster. That feeling in your stomach before the drop bouncing up and down once in a while.

Peter chuckled when he felt you tighten your limbs around him. – “Put me down!” – you cried out, burying your face in his neck. – “Almost there Y/n.” – he told you swinging from one building to the next. You let out another scream when you were weightless in the air. Right before the web grabbed a target, making you swing in the air to go forwards.

Peter landed on the platform as your limbs felt sore from clenching so hard. With shaky legs, you let your feet down, touching vast ground. A bit angry, you push yourself off Peter. – “Are you insane!” – you shouted at him, knees buckling as you walked shakily up to the metal bars, grabbing onto them. – “Do… do you recognize this?” – Peter asked watching you closely. – “I could’ve fallen!” – you panted out, needing to catch your breath.

“I would never let you fall Y/n. Do.. do you remember anything from this place?” – he wanted to know approaching you. You groaned frustrated slapping his hand away. – “This is kidnapping!” – you outed catching the statue of liberty in the corner of your eye. – “Why are we here?” – you yelled panicking at him. – “Don’t… don’t you remember Y/n. The battle. The three of us.” – Peter pointed at himself.

“No!” – you screamed at him. – “Now take me back!” – you insisted upon. – “Please try to remember Y/n.” – Peter neared you wanting to touch you. You groaned pressing your palms against your eyes. – “I don’t know what you want from me!” – you sighed out.

“I want you to remember me.” – Peter answered saddened. – “Take me back now!” – you stomped your foot on the ground, having enough of this. – “Alright Y/n…” – Peter answered giving in. This wasn’t working, he knew that now. He moved his hand around your waist, already extending his arm as you pushed yourself off him. – “On second thought I’ll just walk.” – you told him, backing away.

Waving your hands across, you didn’t want another swing session. You kept backing up, feeling a metal bar slip underneath your foot. It made you lose your balance, sending one leg of yours up. You fell backwards, waiting for your back to hit the ground as your fall got broken off. Halfway you were hanging.

Looking surprised at Peter’s hand tightly around your wrist. Keeping you in place. You blinked confused seeing flashes of a fall. The same hand reaching out to you. Blinking again, it was gone. Peter took a hold of your elbow, pulling you upright. – “You okay?” – he asked. You could only nod breathlessly at him. – “I’ll take you back.” – he said with sadness in his eyes.

He took your hand, guiding you carefully to the metal stairs. – “Peter.” – you called out making him stop. He looked back at you with a hopeful smile. – “Will you be gentle?” – you asked. He nodded. Taking a deep breath, you let him take a hold you once more. You grabbed on tight to him, swallowing nervously. Squeezing your eyes shut, you buried your face in his neck. Supressing a scream when he swung down with you.

Peter landed slowly in an alleyway. He kept holding you till he was certain your feet had found a steady underground. – “Are you okay?” – he asked. You nodded with a soft hum. – “Your destination is right around this block.” – he informed you with a point towards the streets. You kept gazing up to Peter. Tilting your head a bit. Peter caught you staring at him, smiling faintly.

You tilted your head to the other side, thoughtfully. Narrowing your eyes just slightly. – “I’d thought you’d hide your identity better?” – you spoke as Peter snorted loud. It brought him back to the moment he first told you his secret. You were so cool about it. Not even panicking or shouting at him for lying.

You simply accepted it as if it was a common thing. – “Maybe I just know who I can trust.” – he responded teasingly. You gave him a playful shove with a puff of making fun of him. – “Alright spidey boy.” – you joked back. Peter laughed as he felt like you had returned to him a bit. You stepped towards the streets out of the alleyway when you sensed Peter following you.

You turned around, pressing your hands against his chest to put a stop to him. – “Whoah spider boy where are you going?” – you asked. – “I’m seeing you off.” – Peter responded confused. You tilted your head a bit, hinting his suit. – “Not dressed like that you are.” – you told him with a smile. Peter rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. – “Y/n!” – you heard another voice from behind you. Turning your head you saw Peter Parker stand at the alleyway.

A soft glare on his face. Peter three took in a deep breath as you still had your hands on his chest. Confused at to what Peter Parker was doing here. You let go of Peter, turning around to block his suit from his prying eyes. – “It’s not what you think. He’s a fan.” – you said chuckling. – “You told her!” – Peter Parker shouted at Peter behind you. Taking a step back from Peter, you stared confused between the two of them.

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 2 years

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Peter helping reader thru dream by making her ride his thigh

Here you go anon dear, sexy little request for you. I hope you like it, I didn’t edit so sorry for any errors! Also feedback in the format of reblogs or comments are really really appreciated! They help me stay motivated and know if I'm writing good stuff! Especially with smut since I'm so new to writing it still

Wet Dreams

Paring: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Smut, wet dreams

Summary: Peter wants to help make your dreams come true

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Peter hated coming home after you’d gone to bed. One of his favorite parts of the day was when the two of you fell asleep snuggled up together, and he hated to miss that. Most nights you stayed up until he got home because you liked to make sure patrol went well and he made it home safe, so it was pretty rare that he missed out on his snuggle time. Unfortunately tonight was not one of those nights, and when he came home he found you passed out, clutching his pillow to your chest.

Peter sighed and stripped his suit. He was too tired to put it away properly so he just kicked it to the side of the room and crawled into bed beside you. He carefully wiggled his pillow out of your arms, smiling to himself as you started to whimper and stir. He placed the pillow back at the head of the bed and wrapped his arms around you. You snuggled back into him, tangling your legs up with his. He buried his nose in your hair, sighing happily before he closed his eyes.

“Love you snuggle bug,” he mumbled with a yawn.

Sleep started to overtake Peter quickly, you were warm and cozy against him and it was easy for him to relax and drift off. That was until you started to stir again. You started to whimper and shift around, he figured you were just uncomfortable or having a bad dream and started to try and comfort you.

“Hey, it’s alright baby, it’s just a dream, wake up,” he shook you lightly.

You rocked your hips back against his leg and let out a sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan. You repeated the action, this time moaning out name. Even though it was a bit muffled by your pillow, it was still clearly his name. Peter flushed as it became clear what was happening, you weren’t having a bad dream, you were having a dirty dream. Of course it wasn’t weird for you to have a dirty dream about your boyfriend, and Peter had certainly had his fair share about you, but he never really thought about the fact that you probably had them too.

You continued to rock yourself gently against his leg, and in an effort to help you out a bit, Peter pulled you back against him, allowing you to rock more directly against his thigh. He set a hand over your hip to help guide your movements, causing more and more moans to tumble from your lips. As much as it seemed like you were enjoying yourself, Peter was sure you’d be happier if he actually took care of you so he started trying to gently shake you awake again.

“Snuggle bug,” he cooed against your ear, “Wake up baby, you’re having a dream.”

You squeezed your eyes shut tighter, like you were fighting to stay asleep. Peter couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Come on, wake up,” he tried again, “(y/n), time to wake up.”

“No,” you whined.

He smiled, “Yes, come on, wake up.”

You whined again and started rocking your hips harder against his. One of your hands reached between your legs but Peter was quick to grab it and bring it back to your stomach. He pressed a couple of quick kisses to your neck before pressing his lips to your ear again.

“(y/n) wake up,” he spoke louder this time, and it was just enough to break the sleeping spell you were under.

Your eyes fluttered open and you mumbled, “Peter?”

“I got you,” he pressed another kiss to your neck, “Were you having a good dream baby?”

You flushed, “Yeah, it was pretty nice.”

“Seemed like it, you were grinding on my leg and making all these pretty noises,” he pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth, “Tell me about it, tell me what we were doing.”

Your lips curled to a lazy smile, “I don’t know if I remember right now, maybe you can jog my memory?”

He grinned and started to rock his hips against yours, directing you to grind on him the same way you had been, “Is that helping?”

“Hmm,” you pretended to be thinking hard while he started kissing your neck, “It started with us on the beach.”

“The beach?” he hummed against your skin.

You nodded, “Yeah, the beach, and the sun was going down.”

“Sounds romantic,” he said, dragging a hand down towards your core, barely grazing the edge of your underwear.

“It was very romantic. We were playing at the edge of the water and we decided to sit down and watch the sunset,” you bit your lips as his hand dipped into your underwear, “But we started kissing instead, and then you-” you gasped suddenly as he ran a finger over your wet folds.

“Keep going,” he ordered.

“You started kissing my neck,” you screwed your eyes shut, struggling to call the exact details of the dream, “Then you untied my bikini top…”

“That sounds fun,” he purred, circling your clit with his finger, “I bet I can guess what’s next,” his free hand pushed up your shirt, pinching one of your bare nipples.

You whimpered and nodded, rocking your hips even harder against his leg, “Yeah, and then you started taking off my bottoms.”

“Did I take off mine too?”

You shook your head, “No, you were just using your hands…”

“Like this?” he slipped a finger into you, you moaned loudly and grabbed his wrist.

“Yeah, sort of like that, except you were using two,” you were breathing heavier and heavier with every move he made.

“I see,” he added a second finger and curled them in you.

You gasped again and he returned his thumb to your clit. Peter was happy to work you up, loving the way you squeezed his fingers and rocked against him. He had grown hard too, but he only cared about getting you off. He continued to rock his hips against you and kiss and suck at your neck. You started panting as he brought you closer and closer to the edge, as much as Peter wanted to get you off he couldn’t resist teasing just a little.

His movements started to slow and you whined, “No.”

“You stopped telling me about your dream,” he nibbled at your earlobe while he spoke, “I wanna hear about the ending.”

“I didn’t reach the ending, you woke me up,” you whined.

“Make something up then.”

You bit your lip, trying desperately to think of something, “W-Well you’d probably keep going,” you sighed in relief when he picked up speed again, “And you’d start talking.”

“And what would I say?”

“T-That I was a good girl,” you groaned, his fingers curled into you perfectly. You were nearly overwhelmed with pleasure, it was hard to think of the things he usually said to you, “Probably ask if I felt good.”

“No, I’d ask if I was making you feel good,” he corrected.

“You are Peter, it feels so good,” you reached back to lace a hand in his hair, “I-I’m so close Peter, please.”

“Gonna cum on my fingers good girl?” he cooed, “Tell me how I would have got you there baby.”

“Y-You would pinch my nipple a little harder,” you stuttered, “A-And go a little faster.”

He did exactly as you said, pinching your nipple a bit harder and moving his fingers faster. You continued to rock your hips against his leg, moving faster and harder against him as you tried to get yourself off. The combination of his thigh and fingers was overwhelming. You could feel he was rock hard against you, obviously turned on by the way you were clenching around him.

“I want you to finish on my fingers baby,” Peter purred, “I bet that’s how your dream would have ended, with you falling apart for me.”

“Peter,” you moaned loudly, “Please, please.”

“Are you gonna cum for me baby? You gonna make a mess all over my thigh?”

You nodded eagerly, “Yes, please, I wanna cum for you Peter.”

“Cum for me then, be a good girl for me,” he nipped at your neck.

The knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter before suddenly bursting.

“Peter,” you cried, squeezing your eyes shut as you came around him.

Peter worked you through your high, smiling wide as you pulsed around his fingers. He slowly pulled his fingers from you and let you roll onto your back. You smiled lazily up at him and pulled him down for a quick kiss.

“That was much better than the dream,” you complimented.

He chuckled, “Good, I’m glad,” he laid at your side with a big smile, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you cooed back, “I’m sorry I didn’t stay away, I really tried to.”

“It’s alright, at least you were dreaming about me.”

You giggled, “I always do.”

“Yeah, me too,” he stared adoringly back at you.

“Really?” you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in close, “Why don’t you tell me about some of your dreams then?” your eyes flickered down to the tent in his pants.

“You don’t have to, we can just go back to sleep if you want,” he insisted, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I want to,” you dragged a hand down his chest, “Come on Peter, tell me about your dirty dreams.”

He hummed, pretending to debate it before his lips curled to a smile, “Okay.”

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melonpeppasteppers · 8 months

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Pairing: peter x fem!reader

Genre: spicy cus it doesn’t go all the way

warnings: making out, removal of clothes, teenaged being attracted to each other

an: i’m not in the mood for grammar so if i made any mistakes just lmk also sorry if this is ooc i’m tired.

Peter slides open his window and ducks inside with you following in close behind him, peter opens his room door and begins to call for May as you make your way to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit. You hear peter’s footsteps as he walks around the apartment calling for May before he stops, assuming he must of found her you walk back to his room and sit on the bed taking out cotton swabs and some rubbing alcohol from the kit. Peter walks in with a little note in his hand “may went out on a date” he shrugs looking up, at first peter didn’t really approve of May and Happy but seeing how, well happy May was with him peters mind was changed fairly quickly.

You give a small smile and motion him over so you can begin to clean his wounds, peter peels off his spider suit and you swear no matter how many times peter has changed in front of you there will never not be a wave of heat that washes over you whenever you see his abs. Peter has that skinny kid build where you wouldn’t know how ripped he was until he let you see for yourself, you wouldn’t say you have a crush on peter but you can’t lie to yourself that the man is fine, although you did have a crush on him in middle school but eventually had gotten over it as you realized that nothing would never happened.

Peter throws on some sweats as you pour some rubbing alcohol on a cotton swab, Peter walks over and sits down on the bed in front of you so you can begin to tend to the cuts and scratches he’s gotten from your most recent fight. Peter is used to getting cleaned up after fights but when he flinches you can't help but giggle a little “i’m sorry I don’t insta heal like some of us” he quips as you continue to dab at his wounds “no that’s not it, it’s just you’ve been doing this for so long and somehow rubbing alcohol still seems to bother you” you smile at peter “and somehow you still seem to be bothered by seeing me shirtless." Your heart begins to speed up "yea don’t think i haven’t noticed your eyes glued to my abs, Yes i know i’m beautiful but you shouldn’t stare” peter smirks as i feel my face heat up as I throw a swing at his shoulder "ow-" “oh shut up, i’m just shocked seeing as much as you eat” you shoot back.

After peter finishes giggling he turns around so you can tend to his back, there’s on 2 cuts on his back but your eye immediately drift to the scar just below his left shoulder. You begin to clean him up but the whole time your eyes on it. Your hands shake as you dab at the small cuts under his shoulder blade, you speed up trying not to drop your cotton swab. Finishing you put the cotton swabs down as you feel tears well in your eyes, you ghost your hand over peter’s scar “y/n don’t-” you feel all the emotions from that night flood back to you and you feel terrible for what you did. Peter's scar is healed now but it's a different color from the rest of his skin and it's rough due to it healing so quickly, "I'm so sorry peter-" Peter spins around and cups your face in his hands "That was not your fault, the villain had taken control of you” Peter’s voice was calm and strong. You can’t even pull yourself to look at him so instead you opt to look at the desk behind him “ Yeah but it was by my hand, My weapon I should have fought against it harder” You voice is caught in your throat as you blink away your tears. Peter lightly moves your head so that you're looking at him "hey, seeing how much this affects you is just proof of how good of a hero you are" Peter eyes are soft as he begins brushing his thumb against your cheek trying to soothe you. "I survived that's all that matters now" he whispers, Peter slowly puts his forehead against yours as you sit there listening to each other breathe for a couple minutes. Slowly Peter moves his head away "feel better?" you nod and give him a small smile "Thanks i needed that" you breathe, you look backup and see that Peter is intensely staring at you before his eyes move quickly down to your lips then back up in a triangle.

Suddenly Peter grabs you behind the neck and pulls you in for a kiss, The kiss is rough and sloppy as you move your body to get closer to him, you wrap your arms around Peters neck as he moves his hands down to grab your waist. Peter then deepens the kiss before slowly laying you back onto the bed, one of Peter’s hands leave your waist to cup your face as you continue to passionately make out. Peter sits back straddling you letting you both catch your breath, you lean up to catch his lips in another kiss as peter tugs at your shirt before pulling it over your head. Your hands move to touch his abs and he gasps in your mouth from your cold hands “I knew it” he breathes “shut up” you roll your eyes muttering against his lips. Peter smiles against your lips before pressing them into yours.

Peter fumbled with your bra before he unclips it and haphazardly throws it on the ground, you look up and and see Peter intensely staring at your boobs but before you can cover them up he latches his lips around your right nipple and begins to massage the left with his hands. You lightly mewl as you hairs go to mess with his fluffy hair, Peter groans when you slightly tug at his hair before he moves to your left nipple to give it the same treatment as your right one.

You squirm underneath him before you pull him up by his hair to connect your lips to his, you move your hand to cuff his face. You let out a surprised moan when Peter grinds into you rubbing against that spot that sent a shiver running through you. “I… I want to make you feel so good” he breathes, his voice coated with arousal as he continue to roll his hips against yours. A slight moan escapes you as he presses into your perfectly and your whole body slightly tingles

Peter is moving his hips perfectly against yourself until Peter breaks the kiss and and his eyes widen, “May’s back” He sits up and you follow suit, before you look swing your legs off the bed grabbing your bra before fumbling to put it back on. You eventually hear May’s foot steps as she gets closer to Peter’s room, You realize that peter flung your shirt across his room and decided the safer bet was to throw on Peters hoodie that was sitting on the floor next to night stand. Peter is standing near his desk as May opens the door, with you barely pulling the hoodie over your head in time.

“Oh Y/n I didn’t know you were here” She smiles before looking over to Peter and see him shirtless, May gives both of us a look before you jump in “I was helping him clean up so cuts” you say behind a tight lipped smile. May visibly relaxes a little before turning back and throwing her thumb over her shoulder “I brought back some pizza if you guys want some” she looks between me and Peter again, “Thanks May i’ll be right there just let me put on a shirt”. May nods before turning around and cracking the door.

The second Aunt May is no longer standing in the door you whip your head around at Peter who is already staring at you “That was close” he laughs you and walk across the room before lightly shoving his shoulder “you know it wouldn’t been so close if you didn’t fling my shirt across the room”you smile before picking up your discarded shirt. Peter smirks at you before he moves his head into the direction of the door “I don’t know about you but all that action has made me hungry” He jokes, You roll your eyes “oh please we barely did anything” you softly mutter he turns to look at you before smiling and leaning in “Not for the pizza” he says lowly. The joke hits you and you feel your cheeks heat up before you lightly push his shoulder, rolling your eyes “come on before May comes back” You smile walking towards the door with Peter right on your heels.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x fem!reader #spicy stuff #peter parker imagine #spiderman smut #spider man x you #spiderman x reader #peter parker x you #peter x you #peter x reader #fem! reader

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arabaka · 9 months

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What kind of pet names do you think Peter B and Miguel would use for the reader?

ʚ｡ﾟ☁︎｡ɞ｡ oh i love this <3

CW // PET NAMES USED: HONEY, HONEY BUNNY, BUNNY, BABES, REINA, AMOR, VIDA

you know peter b is a honey man. ohhhh and what if that spiraled into honey bunny and then just bunny !?!?!?! eeeek! i swoon. i can also imagine him saying babes (not babe. babes. i can't explain it, it sounds cuter that way) and he always says it right before popping a big kiss to your cheek. he has no shortage of cute pet names for you. "you give me cute aggression!" is something i can totally imagine him saying.

omfg miguel however. SO hesitant to call you anything but your name at the start of your relationship. it would be breaking new ground for him; he swore to you that your bond was special, that he'd fight tooth and nail for you and only wants you for the rest of his life but affection... that's going to be a learning curve for him. he prefers to keep things private, though that would definitely not extend when he feels your relationship is threatened (AKA JEALOUSY!!!!)... man can be handsy. oh god bonus points if YOU'RE the more publicly affectionate one and just being soo doting on him and the other spideys are like " look at miguel!" because his face gets all hot and the flustering is shown in how his red eyes avoid contact with anyone but you. okay okay sorry getting into the pet names now. definitely loves to call you amor, whispers it into your ear before kissing a trail from your temple to your lips. CALLS YOU REINA!!!!!! i would say he uses that the most, especially in public. but definitely also calls you his vida, his amor <3

#peter x reader #peter x you #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #miguel x you #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x reader #astv x you #astv x reader #.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 💌 ɞ ˚₊ ‧ˋ⁀➷ ꒰ love letters to peter! ꒱#.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 💌 ɞ ˚₊ ‧ˋ⁀➷ ꒰ love letters to miguel! ꒱

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fandomnsfw · 1 year

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That’s What Friend Are For - Peter Hale x Reader

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Prompt: Derek comes to you when he has concerns about Cora, Peter decides to tag along for his own amusement. Shopping, Seduction and Sexiness ensues!

Warnings: Explicit smut. BECAUSE I CAN! Muah! :* Love you guys! Enjoy!

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You turned over in your bed, trying to get comfortable but having no luck. After being laid there for over an hour you gave up. You sat up with a huff opening your laptop you decided to scroll through Tumblr. You got bored after half an hour and decided to look at some NSFW posts. You tilted your head as you saw the first post, you stare at the girl who had stockings on, no panties and a lacy bra. Her hands were tied with black silk and he eyes were covered with the same material. The man was licking from her pussy to her ass. Gotta love Tumblr you thought, you bit your lip and continued scrolling, after about half an hour you decided to watch a film.

The next day as you were walking out of school you saw Peter and Derek stood by your car. You sighed and made my way over to them cautiously.

“What are you doing here?” I grunted as I threw my bag into my passenger seat. I took a look at Peter and he smiled softly making you blush slightly.

You’ve had a developed a crush on peter not long after the Darach. Well it was more than a crush because not only did you like him, your body craved him so badly it hurt but who wouldn’t have you seen that man you thought. Derek turn to you with a confused face.

“I have a personal question to ask?” Derek asked nervously making you brows furrow, you blush soon forgotten. You raised an eyebrow waiting for him to elaborate.

“What is NSFW? Cora got a notification through to her phone but there was one of them hashtag thing saying NSFW and when I tried to open it she freaked out and ran up to her room.” Derek genuinely looked concerned but Peter had a smug smirk on his face. Your jaw drop and your eyes blew wide as you tried to stutter out a lie but you knew he’d call me out on it.

“I-I think that something you should ask one of the boys. Like Stiles or Scott…” You swallowed and looked over at Peter and blushed, ducking your head before he could see.

“Can’t you just tell me?” Derek asked confused.

“Google it.” You huffed hiding your face behind your school books. You looked over the top of the books to see Derek with his phone out. OH MY GOD! You scream internally.

“YOUR GOOGLING IT NOW!?” You screeched your face turning a deeper shade of red, you dropped your books letting out a squeak.

“Why wouldn’t I? I need to kn-Is that porn?” Derek’s eyes went wide as he stared at his phone, Peter started laughing making Derek growl.

“You knew.” It wasn’t a question it was a fact.

“I may be old but I know what Tumblr is. Half of that site is pure filth.” Peter chuckled, his eyes drifting to you before smirking.

“If you knew why didn’t you tell me?” Derek snapped angrily.

“Because it was more fun this way.” Peter laughed as Derek stormed off to the Camaro, he turned to you then walked closer. He stopped directly in front of you when he bent down, his denim clad ass resting on the back of his heels. He looked up at you as he grabbed your books, he was right in front of your pussy probably able to smell the arousal rolling off you. You blushed and bit your lip as he slowly stood up so he was almost chest to chest with you. Your breath hitched as he leaned forward his lips brushing against your ear.

“See you later Y/N.” He whispered softly before handing your books to you and walking off.

You still hadn’t moved from your position, your legs felt weak. You could feel how he had affected you the evidence slowly soaking into your underwear. You let out a breath after five minute trying to calm myself down. He affected you in ways you’d never experienced, yet he hadn’t even done anything to you.

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After getting home you decided to invited Lydia, Allison and Erica round for a sleep over. After turning 18 you left foster care and decided to buy a house with the money your deceased parents left you. It came in handy when the pack need a place to hang or plan for upcoming battles because there were no parents to deal with. Plus it made pack sleep overs easier. You ordered 2 large pizza’s and made sure you had popcorn and ice cream before hearing the door open and a bunch of chatter.

“So what was the reason for this ESR?” Lydia pursed her lips waiting for your response. ESR meant Emergency Sleepover Required. You guys had this code for whenever you needed each other.

“Peter Hale.” You huffed throwing myself on your king sized bed.

“You still haven’t made your move?” Erica laughed before flopping down next to you.

“He’s the sexy older bad boy! So no moves will ever be made.” You whined rolling over so you were on your back.

“What happened anyway?” Allison asked and she sat next to you.

“Derek came to asked me what NSFW meant. Peter was there and he knew exactly what it meant but didn’t speak up! God it was so embarrassing then he picked up my books that I dropped like a klutz but while he was down there, I almost died because he was about 15cm away from my goddam vagina!! When he started getting up he did it so slowly, I had dirty images flashing all up in my head! Then he whispered in my ear and I practically came in my pants!” You exclaimed my face flushed slightly as you spoke.

“Intense.” Lydia nodded, as she brushed through her hair.

“Seduce him.” Out of everyone you did not expect Allison to come out with this sentence and by the shocked faces neither did Erica or Lydia. You sent her with a questioning glance waiting for her to continue.

“Give yourself a makeover and seduce him.” Allison grinned her dimples appearing slowly.

“That’s actually not a bad idea. We could go shopping tomorrow!” Lydia added excitedly, her face glowing at the thought of shopping. Erica nodded in agreement before you sighed.

“Fine! Now enough about sexy older men! Pizza will be here soon.” You giggled and made your way downstairs.

For the rest of the night we enjoyed movies and ate to our hearts content. We gossiped about the boys and went to bed at quite early. When we woke up in the morning we decided to go for coffee at Starbucks before we went shopping.

You linked arms with Allison and Lydia did the same with Erica as you all made your way over to the first store. Coffee and credit cards in hand. Before long you had your arms filled with clothes to try on. You giggled as you made your way to the dressing room.

Your first outfit consisted of a suede, nude pink miniskirt, an off the shoulder white bodysuit and plain white peep toe heels.

You walked out and Erica wolf whistled at you making you chuckle. You did a little spin and Lydia looked at you as if something wasn’t sitting right with her.

“You need jewels.” Lydia finally spoke as she stood up and went to look at the jewellery section.

“A choker. Peter seem like the type to get turned on by something like that.” Erica snorted sarcastically before picking up a golden choker that curved round your neck but didn’t fasten. It also had a few gems in the middle making it look more feminine

“Oh yeah perfect! Next!” Lydia snapped clicking her fingers at you. You laughed and tried on the rest of the outfits by the time the last one came around you was tired but happy. You looked down at the last outfit and grinned. This was the one you had been looking forward to trying on since you started shopping. It was a pair of denim high waist skinnies, a long sleeved low cut black body suit, a maroon handbag and black ankle boots.

You wandered out the stall with a grin on your face the girls complimented you and told me you should wear this outfit today, you nodded and paid for everything. You linked with Erica and walked to the hairdressers. You told Lydia your hair was fine but she insisted on get a few high lights since it was summer. She also paid to get your makeup done making you sigh. You just hoped this worked otherwise all this money will have been wasted. Not that you don’t have money to blow but still as an ex foster child you know how hard life can be.

You looked at your freshly cut, washed and blow dried hair which had also been straightened, it looked nice your Y/H/C now felt brighter. You looked at your makeup, on your lips you wore a matte lipstick that was a similar color to your bag, and your eyes were a metallic brown in a smoky effect. It was all very dark but it looked perfect with your outfit.

“I called the boys and told them to meet us for lunch.” Lydia stated as you left the salon.

“Who’s coming?” You asked as you played with the ends of your freshly cut hair.

“Scott, Stiles, Jackson, Boyd, Derek, Isaac and Liam. Cory and Mason are on a date so they politely declined.” Lydia grinned then continued gushing on how cute mason and Cory were. You smiled as you saw the large table that contained the boys.

You sat down across from Stiles who was gawking, when you looked at the other boys they were gawking to except Derek, who just had wide eyes. You looked at Lydia with a panicked look thinking you looked bad. Before Lydia could open her mouth Stiles spoke up.

“I think I just popped a boner.” Everyone started laughing and you blushed slightly but chuckled as well. Derek glared at Stiles who quickly sat up straight.

“I mean…I love you Derek.” He grinned cheekily, before kissing Derek’s cheek telling him he was joking.

“Aww you guys are so cute!” You gushed resting your head on your hands. Derek blushed and mumbled something about not being cute. As each person looked at the menus you heard a throat clear making you look up to see Peter stood behind Derek. You blushed and looked back at your menu. You felt Allison nudge your knee with hers making you look at her. She motioned for you to sit up straight. You did as you were told and crossed my legs as you did so.

“Would you like to sit here Peter?” Allison asked politely as she got up to move.

“Thank you Allison.” Peter smirked and strolled over to the seat to your right. He sat down, his arms brushing against mine making you shiver involuntarily.

“You look nice Y/N.” He smirked down at you, his head resting on his left hand as he looked you up and down hungrily. Your thighs clenched as his voice reached your ears, shifting in your seat you looked at Erica for any kind of help. She smirked and motioned to your lips. You were confused at first but she bit her lips for emphasis making you nod lightly. You softly tucked my hair behind your ear and looked up at Peter.

“Thank you Peter.” You responded, your tone mildly flirty. You let out a soft giggle biting your lip lightly. His eyes immediately went to your lips, you watched as his jaw clenched his eyes narrowing slightly. You looked back to your menu before glancing up at Stiles who was smirking at you knowingly, you flushed and stared at him as he motioned to his phone. To anyone else it looked like he was just tapping his nails against his phone. You picked up my phone and looked at the new text you had.

Stile : In about five minute move your hair to left.

Me : Why

Stiles : Peter has a neck fetish.

Me : Not sure I wanna know how you know that. But Thanks babe.

You waited about five minutes after you ordered and moved your hair over your left shoulder and continued to Derek about how school. You glanced at Stiles whose eyes were presumably on Peter. He nearly laughed but quickly covered it up with cough. He looked at me and nodded slightly you giggled making Isaac and Derek look up at you. You quickly covered your mouth lightly. Making sure you didn’t smudge your lipstick.

“You know what I don’t wanna know.” Derek grunted before looking to the waiter who was slowly bringing out everyones food. You were halfway through your pasta salad when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You took it out and looked at the new text.

Derek : ‘Accidentally’ bump your foot against his leg.

Derek : And if you ever tell anyone I gave you help on how to seduce my uncle I’ll rip your throat out…with my teeth.

You grinned at the texts and shot a moody looking Derek a thankful smile. He nodded and went back to eating as he listened to Stiles. You continued eating, when you all ordered coffee and cake you glanced at Peter who was talking to Jackson about something. You tuned in to the conversation and waited for the perfect opportunity.

“Yes but basketball is a man’s sport. Lacrosse…not so much.” Peter said as he drank his coffee.

“Yeah whatever older man.” Jackson snorted before kissing Lydia’s temple.

“I’m not th-” He didn’t finish his sentence because you brushed your foot against his calf. You continued to talk to Isaac about the new movie he wanted to see.

“You’re not what?” Jackson chuckled as he drank if iced coffee.

“He was going to say he’s not that old.” You smirked as you turned to the boys.

“Yes. I was.” He responded stiffly as your foot ran up his calf.

After dinner you all made our way to the parking lot, the girls and you got to Lydia’s car but you were stopped by a strained voice.

“I’ll drive Y/N home girls.”

Peter’s eyes narrowed at you not waiting for the girls to respond he walked over to his car. You followed after looking back at the smirking girls. You stopped at the car as Peter open the door for you. You smiled at him, thank him before getting into the car. The ride was silent and it crossed your mind that maybe your plan hadn’t worked. You looked out the window contemplating what went wrong by the time you arrived at yours, you had lost all your confidence. You plucked up the last bit of courage and turn to Peter who had dutifully walked you to your door.

“Would you like to come in for coffee?” You asked softly trying to appear confident. Peter nodded and followed you in but as soon as the door closed behind him you were thrown against it.

“Did you really think you’d get away with teasing me?” Peter growled, his nose touching yours. His lips less than 2 inches away, you stared at him wide eyed before realising your plan did work. You bit your lip letting out a little giggle.

“Oh this is funny is it?” He whispered against your lips, you shivered slightly but maintained your smile. You nodded and looked up at him through your lashes seductively.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” His body pressed against yours as his left hand made its way around your waist. You gasped as he spun you round. You reached out your hands automatically slamming against the door. He gripped your hips tightly pulling you against his apparently rock hard dick. You whimpered and pushed back into him. He groaned softly before moving his right hand up your torso agonizingly slow.

“P-Peter please…” You pleaded grinding you ass against his member.

“Please what baby? What does my little seductive Kitten want?” He whispered in your ear making you shiver. You leaned your head against his chest and spoke.

“Bed..” You moaned as his hands ghosted across your breasts before quickly continuing to your neck.

He turned you round and picked you up wrapping your legs around him. You looked into his eyes before smashing your lips against his. Your body melted against his as he licked and bit at your lips slowly working his tongue past your teeth. He explored every crease of your mouth, you were enjoying the kiss that much you barely registered you were on my bed. He pinned your hands above your head, working his way down your neck kissing and biting his way down to your breasts. He moved the material out the way and kissed your uncovered nipple before circling his tongue round it. You let out a soft moan as he moved his attention to the other, you dug your nails into his shoulders making him growl.

“Peter please…T-Too many clothes…” You whimpered clawing at his top.

“Okay Kitten let’s get rid of these clothes.” Peter responded softly trying to sooth you. After he removed both your clothes he stood and stared down at you, prompting you to quickly cover your pussy, embarrassed by the staring. Peter crawled onto the bed and eased your hands away.

“You’re beautiful Kitten you don’t need to hide anything from me.” He reassured and began to kiss down your stomach. You watched as he slowly made his way to my bare pussy. He spread your legs further making you blush. His hot breath fanned across me causing you to whimper in anticipation. Your hands gripped the sheets beneath as he finally pulled your lips gently apart and took an experimental lick.

“God you taste amazing..” He purred as he finally began attack your pussy with soft nibbles and licks. You bit lip painfully trying to hold back my moans. His tongue pushed into you slightly and you lost it you couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

“Oh god…P-Peter Mmm..Fuck!” You screamed, your hand making their way to his hair tugging at it slightly. He pulled away and grinned at you like you were his prey.

“Do you wanna cum now or do you want me to fuck your orgasm out of you Kitten?” He whispered against your pussy making your back arch slightly.

“W-Want you to fuck it out of me…P-Please?” I knew I sound desperate begging like a child who wanted more candy but I had waited too long for this to happen.

“Okay baby don’t worry…I’ll take care of you.” He got off the bed after giving you a kiss on the forehead, he made his way to his jeans and took out his wallet. He rummaged through it and quickly pulled out a condom. He knelt back on the bed about to open it when you whined grabbing his attention. You shook your head and he look at you uncertain for a second.

“I’m on the pill…I-I wanna feel a-all of you…” You bit my lip hoping he’d agree, you’d waited too long for this and you didn’t want that barrier.

“Okay Kitten…I want you to tell me it I get to rough okay. I don’t wanna hurt you.” However the idea of Peter getting rough only served to turn you on more but you nodded anyway and spread your legs in invitation making him groan as he fisted his cock. Dear god he was big at least 9 inches, it made you wonder if he would fit.

He crawled over to you pressing a passionate yet sweet kiss to your lips before nudging your entrance. You let out a little sob thrusting upwards making his tip push in, he growled before slamming in the rest of the way with a firm thrust. You screamed out in pain and pleasure, burying your head into his shoulder, clinging to him like he was your life line. After a minute I felt the pain subside, you wiggled your hips experimentally. You whimpered and thrust up once again this time with more force.

“S-Shit Y/N don’t do that.” He groaned.

“Jesus Kitten you feel so good.” Peter added his jaw clench it restraint. After calming down a little he decidedly took control of the situation, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back into you roughly. Your nails dug into his bare back making his thrust before faster.

“Oh s-shit! Faster..” You screamed as he sucked a bruise into your neck, his growls getting slightly more feral which only served to bring you closer to your end. You felt the pit in your stomach making you pull back and look into Peter’s eyes.

“P-Peter…so close…” You whimpered your eyes tearing up from the amount of pleasure you were feeling.

“M-Me too Kitten.” He panted softly his right hand intertwining with yours, he leant down and kissed you with so much emotion, you felt your stomach coil tighter and you moaned against his lips. He pulled back and whispered in your ear.

“Cum for me Kitten.” Everything unravelled, his name leaving your lips as you fell over the edge.

“Fuck…Y/N!” Peter growled into your ear as he followed moments after.

After a few minutes of panting and gathering ourselves Peter pulled out and got off the bed and grabbed his boxers. You looked over at him realising he was about to leave, your eyes starting watering, a tiny barely audible whine escaped your lips which made him turn round faster than you’d ever seen him move. He looked at you with worry in his eyes.

“Hey, baby what the matter?” He questioned urgently his voice softer than you’d ever heard. He got back onto the bed and took your face in his hands, wiping away the tears.

“Y-You’re leaving…” I sniffled.

“Woah Y/N I’m not leaving honey. I’m going to get a cloth to clean you up then get you a drink.” He said softly making you look him into his eyes.

“R-Really?” You asked hopefully trying to blink the tears away.

“I promise now wait here and I’ll be back okay.” He kissed your lips softly before moving and going to get what he needed.

After he’d wiped to down and given you a drink of water he rummaged through your drawers and found you a pair of comfortable undies then passed them too you along with the V neck he was wearing before. You smiled softly as he got into bed and pulled your body against his. You stared out the window at the stars.

“Goodnight Kitten.” You heard Peter whispered behind your ear.

“Night Peter.” You responded before letting your eyes drift closed happier than you’d been in forever,

That’s what Friends are for.

#older guy #peter hale #peter hale x reader #peter hale x you #peter x you #peter x reader #smut #D/s undertones #teen wolf #tw #teen wolf imagine

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underoospeterparker · 22 days

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🪸 CORALS - send me a character + an au (rockstar!sirius, bodyguard!james, etc) and i'll write a blurb!

now i would love to see your take on bodyguard!tasm peter 🤭

i got ur back!! (in this fic, their relationship isn't really specified but you can assume that they're dating but no one knows hehehe)

bodyguard!peter parker x fem!reader - mcu!peter / tasm!peter, unspecified

At a ball, everyone dressed up. No matter whether they were counts or dukes, princes or heirs, they were either in dresses or suits, and there was absolutely no exception.

You glanced at your reflection in the mirror, smoothing your hair down with a hand as you realised just how different you were from two months ago, and you weren't just talking about your appearance.

Your entire life had been flipped over the moment your landline had rang in your service apartment at three in the morning. You'd reluctantly crawled out of bed, an annoyed frown on your face. It disappeared immediately when you received the news that your father, who you'd never met, had been assassinated, and that you needed to return back to his kingdom, which you'd never even known existed, to become a princess.

Now, everything was surreal. Completely unreal. The crown may have looked glamorous from the outside, but it sure wasn't the same on the inside. Apart from a few exceptions, of course. Peter, for one, Beatrice, your father's old maid, and Queen Cordelia, your grandmother.

When you stared at yourself a second too long, Peter spoke up. "Are you okay?" His voice was soft, gentle, as it had always been when he spoke to you. He knew exactly what you'd been through, and you him, even though he wasn't supposed to have told you anything about his own life. You'd promised him you'd keep his story a secret: not that he had ever doubted you, anyway.

You nodded, giving him a bright smile as you turned around. He offered you his arm, which you gladly took, learning into him. "I'm okay," you whispered, more of a reassurance to yourself than to him.

When Peter was sure no one was looking, he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. "You're okay," he repeated.

As soon as you entered the ballroom, you were subject to bright lights, tall glasses of champagne, and maddening people you were forced to talk to and form relationships with under the instruction of your grandmother. You made your rounds cautiously, a welcoming smile on your face. It was completely false, though, which Peter knew, because he knew your expressions far too well. He knew you far too well.

You curiously watched as a man in all black and a hood covering his head entered the room. He was dressed unlike anyone else there; informal, casual. Peter mirrored your expression. The man eyed the room until he saw you, and he paused, frowning. He moved to pull something out of his pocket, and you stilled when you realised it was a gun that he was holding.

The guards surrounded him, holding him down, but he was quick to fight, and he pointed the weapon straight at you.

Two shots fired. That was all it looked for Peter to throw himself over you, shielding your body with his own. You clamped your hands over your ears, heart thumping, whole body shaking under his.

"I need backup immediately," he murmured into his hand, eyes scanning the crowd for the perpetrator. "Phoenix is under attack. The threat needs to be neutralised. I repeat, the threat needs to be neutralised." Upon a word of agreement from whoever was on the other side of the line, Peter's attention turned swiftly to you. He surveyed your surroundings carefully, and when he believed it was safe, he held out a hand to pull you up away from the crowd, all shaking in their crouched positions.

Peter held out a hand for you to hold as he pulled you up and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, hurrying you away from the eyes of the crowd and into a small closet.

Peter sat you down on the floor, then turned to lock the door. He returned to you, his lips turning downward when he noticed your teary eyes. He crouched down in front of you, his expression soft.

When you let out a half-suppressed sob, he cooed at you gently, as if you were a wounded animal. "Oh, honey," he murmured, pulling you into his chest. "It's okay now, you're safe," Peter whispered, his large, warm hand cradling your head. You trembled under him, tears spilling from your eyes. "You know I've always got you, okay? No matter what."

"'t was so loud," you cried, the explanation lost in your throat, "and I was so scared." He frowned at you sympathetically, then pressed a kiss to your forehead. You paused, knowing he'd interpreted what you said wrong. "Not for me, though," you added.

He sighed, a pleasant sound that warmed your scratchy throat. "The Queen has her own men," he reassured you, "and Beatrice isn't even in the Palace today, sweetheart. They're okay."

"I wasn't only scared for them, Pete," you whispered, turning your attention towards him. "I was scared for you."

Your bodyguard looked completely shocked. You giggled wetly at his expression, then rushed to justify yourself. "Peter, you put yourself on the front line every single day," you whispered, your smile vanishing, "and I can't help but wonder if one day, you're not gonna come back to me."

Peter face fell. He tugged you closer to him, wanting to bury himself in your scent. "I'll always come back to you," he murmured. "No matter what."

You gave him a soft smile, curling yourself into his hold. Slowly, your eyes drifted shut, clearly exhausted. Peter allowed himself a moment to just stare at you, mesmerised. When your breathing evened out, he whispered, "How did I ever deserve a girl like you?"

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drakoneve · 7 months

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Teen Wolf Masterlist

Requests are OPEN. Who I write for listed below the cut;

Scoot McCall

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narcissisticmf · 2 years

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the golden witch | peter pevensie x fem!reader

description: y/n returns to narnia with the pevensies and discovers something powerful about herself.

trigger warnings: mentions of anxiety, mentions of war/violence, mentions of death, etc.

requested by: @oyasumimosura

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The warm air gently grazed across your skin, causing an array of goosebumps to sprout along your arms and legs. Your pupils dilated as you looked up to see the clouds gloomy over Aslan's How. Your lips enclosed together as you sat atop the bricks, overlooking the empty field.

Your eyes flickered golden as you scanned the perimeter, letting the wind softly move through the strands of your hair. Your fingers rested against the stone as your legs dangled over the ledge.

"Is something on your mind, Y/N?" Peter's voice broke you from the comfortable silence that filled the air.

"A lot of things, actually," You replied in a soft whisper as Peter took a seat beside you, his knee gently brushed against your thigh as he situated himself close to you.

Peter's silence was a way for you to know that you could continue and express what was on your mind. It was something that you picked up on from knowing him for so long.

"It's getting easier to control," You looked down at your hands and motioned your fingertips to release a glitter of golden, yellow energy that surrounded your hand. "The longer that I'm here, the stronger I become, Peter," You admitted, looking to him as you found his gaze was already locked with yours.

"What do you mean?" Peter questioned softly.

"Maybe I shouldn't go back," You replied. Peter's lips parted as you continued to speak, "I don't ever have to hide myself, Peter. Back in England, I'm always trying to conceal what I was born with. Here, I don't have to. I can finally own it and do good with it."

You could see Peter was both worried, but also delighted for you. You felt him inch closer to you as you took the opportunity to wrap your arms around his torso, as his draped around your shoulders.

"You never wanted to go back, did you?" Peter questioned after a few moments of stillness.

"No," You admitted, "This is my home."

You could hear Peter's smile growing as you kept yourself close against him. In the distance of the How, you could see a group of men marching forth and onto the field. Your lips parted slowly as you pulled back from Peter, slowly standing up onto the ledge of stone.

"Peter.." You breathed out softly as the Telmarines emerged from the trees. The High King stood up and examined the troops stood before the How.

Releasing a couple nervous breaths, you stood before the table that was in the center of the room, preparing protection sachets for Susan and Lucy. Your fingers grabbed a pinch of ground dill and lavender, placing them into the two cloths. Using your fingertips, you gently motioned them above the ingredients in the cloth and let a glitter of gold fall upon them. Swiftly, you tied the two cloths with a string.

"Cakes and kettledrums! That's your next big plan? Sending a little girl alone into the darkest parts of the forest alone?" Trumpkin stood across the table from you, worried for Lucy.

"It's our only chance," Peter stated.

"And she won't be alone," Susan interjected.

You watched as Trumpkin walked towards Lucy with a saddened expression, "Haven't enough of us died already?"

Trufflehunter spoke up from the corner of the room, "Nikabrik was my friend too, but he lost hope. Queen Lucy hasn't. And neither have I."

You offered a soft grin, remembering Aslan from when you arrived in Narnia for the first time.

"For Aslan," Reepicheep stated.

The Bulgy Bear stood behind Peter, "For Aslan!"

Trumpkin stared at Lucy, "I'm going with you."

"No, we need you here," Lucy replied and rested a hand on his shoulder.

"They'll be safe," You held the sachets in your hands and walked towards Lucy and Susan. "Keep these on you at all times and any danger will stay off your path," You handed one of the sachets to Lucy and the other to Susan.

"Thanks," Susan offered a small grin.

"We have to hold them off until Lucy and Susan get back," Peter suggested.

"If I may.." Caspian started and stepped forward to Peter, "Miraz may be a tyrant and a murderer. But as king, he is subject to the traditions and expectations of his people. There is one in particular that may buy us some time."

Walking out of Aslan's How with Peter and Edmund, you could hear the Narnians cheering their kings on with all their might and will. You stood close beside Peter as the three of you stood before the circle of cement in which the single combat would take place.

"Here," You placed a small strengthening sachet into Peter's pocket, in order for him to keep a strong sense of stamina throughout his fight.

"Thank you," Peter offered a small grin. He, then, drew his sword and stepped forward. You remained back with Edmund.

Miraz also stepped forward and the two of them began to circle the cement.

"There is still time to surrender," Miraz stated.

"Well, feel free," Peter replied.

"How many more must die for the throne?" Miraz questioned.

"Just one," Peter pulled down his helmet and jumped at Miraz. The two of them begin fighting, clashing their swords against one another's shields as the armies cheered from behind them.

Peter struck Miraz in the back. Miraz knocked off Peter's helmet, and then his coif. Peter swung low, and sliced at Miraz's leg. Miraz took a strike at Peter causing him to fall over, but quickly turned over. Miraz swung his blade again, but Peter turned over to roll out of the way. With all of his might, Peter continued to dodge the strikes that were hit upon him using his shield. He, then, stopped and Miraz tripped. They both quickly got up, breathing heavily. Peter looked over Miraz's shoulder and saw Caspian and Susan riding up.

You followed Peter's gaze and turned to see Caspian and Susan, but no Lucy. You furrowed your brow and watched as Peter stopped before Miraz.

"Does his highness need a respite?" He spoke angrily.

"Five minutes?" Peter breathed out.

"Three," Miraz spat.

Peter limped back towards you and Edmund, as Caspian and Susan walked forth. You released a soft breath as you noticed Peter was in severe pain, holding his arm as though it was twisted badly.

"Lucy.." Peter breathed out, looking at Susan.

"She got through.. with a little help," Susan motioned to Caspian.

Peter looked at him and offered a soft smile, "Thanks."

"Well, you are busy," Caspian replied.

Peter looked to Susan and then to the How, seeing the archers upon the ledge. "Better get up there, just in case. I don't expect the Telmarines will keep their word," Peter stated, breathing heavily through the pain.

Susan gave a small hug to Peter and he winced softly.

"Sorry," She cringed.

"It's alright," Peter spoke through the pain.

"Be careful," She whispered and parted from her brother.

Edmund looked from the Narnians to Peter, "Keep smiling."

Peter raised his sword and forced a smile to the Narnians, receiving a large cheer from them. You smirked gently and turned to look back at Peter. Peter took a seat and winced as his arm was still bothering him.

"I think it's dislocated," He groaned.

"Allow me," You stepped towards him and gently wrapped your hand around his arm. Your eyes flickered gold as you healed his wound quickly, erasing any amount of pain he once felt there.

"How did you do that?" Peter questioned with wide eyes.

"I told you, my powers get stronger by the day," You offered a soft grin.

Peter forced a small chuckle as he stood up, feeling slightly more energy than before. Edmund offered his helmet to Peter, but he pushed it away. Miraz, also, pushed his helmet aside. They walked out to the cement and return to fighting. Peter attacked quickly, but Miraz parried. The Telmarine started hitting Peter with his shield, causing him to fall backwards. Miraz ran towards him, but Peter blocked him with his shield and tripped him. Peter knocked Miraz's sword out of his hand with every bit of force he had.

Their fight continues as Peter now possessed both his and Miraz's sword, having ripped it from his grasp. Peter failed at an attempt to puncture Miraz with the blade. Miraz knocked Peter's sword out of his hand and tried to slam his shield into Peter, but the High King of Narnia grabbed it swiftly. They twist and pull at the shield for what felt like forever. You watched with worry running through your veins.

Peter pushed himself up and harshly slammed his fist into Miraz's wounded leg, causing the man to groan deeply and fall to the ground. You smirked sadistically, your eyes flickered golden as you did so.

"Respite! Respite!" Miraz begged in a whisper.

"Now's no time for chivalry, Pete!" Edmund cried out from the sidelines, with Caspian beside him. You gently rubbed Ed's shoulder and continued watching.

Peter was hesitant as Miraz held his hands up, preparing to lose the fight. Peter lowered his arm and began to walk away, towards you and the others. After Peter's back was turned, Miraz grabbed his sword and ran towards Peter.

"Peter!" You yelled out, causing him to turn around and dodged the blade in time. Peter grabbed the handle of the sword and twisted it around to push it through Miraz's underarm, along the side of his chest. The Telmarine gasped and fell to his knees. Peter pulled the sword out and held it up, but hesitated again.

"What's the matter, boy? Too cowardly to take a life?" Miraz questioned.

"It's not mine to take," Peter whispered and turned to look at Caspian, holding out the sword to him.

Slowly, Caspian made his way towards Peter and took the sword from him as Peter made his way towards you and Edmund.

"Perhaps I was wrong. It seems you have the makings of a good Telmarine king after all," Miraz whispered and bowed his head, accepting fate. Caspian raised the sword and released an angry screams. As he lowered the sword, he stabbed the ground, letting the blade kiss the small patch of dirt in the cement.

"Not one like you. Keep your life, but I am giving the Narnians back their kingdom," Caspian spoke through his teeth. He walked away and the Narnians cheered with pride and happiness. You offered the prince a soft smile as he came towards you, Edmund and Peter.

Sopespian walked over and helped Miraz up, holding his forearm before draping it around his shoulders to prop him up.

"My king," Sopespian whispered.

"I will deal with you when this is over," Miraz whispered through his teeth.

Behind Miraz's back, Sopespian pulled out Susan's arrow. "It is over," He smiled and punctured the bow into Miraz's backside. He stepped back and watched as Miraz fell to the ground, face first.

You, along with the others, turned to see Miraz on the ground as Sopespian with anger all over his face. Your teeth clenched as the Telmarine pointed to the archers.

"Treachery! They shot him! They murdered our king! To arms!" Sopespian yelled as he ran off to the Telmarine army. You released a soft breath and cracked your knuckles as Peter turned to his army.

"Be ready!" He called out to them.

The Telmarines charged forth as you, Peter and Edmund waited at the cement before the How. Your fingers gently motioned to hold a golden glittering energy down at your side as your eyes flickered bright yellow. Caspian rode on horseback into the How where Narnians were waiting for him.

Peter began to slowly count to ten. Your heartbeat slowed as you watched the Telmarines charge towards the How. You noticed their large machinery began to fire stone balls to the tomb.

You released a breath and brought your hands up to hold the stones with a golden energy that wrapped around it. You harshly tossed it back towards the Telmarines, crushing a group of men with it into the ground.

"Keep at it, Y/N," Peter encouraged as you nodded slowly and motioned your hands to freeze another stone in the air before tossing it back at the Telmarines.

When Peter got to ten, the stone pillars underground collapsed and created a small sinkhole in the ground. The Telmarine soldiers fell into it as Caspian and the Narnians came out from underground on the other side, surrounding them. Peter and Edmund charged forth with the rest of the Narnians, fighting against the Telmarines.

You stood back as you used your golden magic to keep the stones from smashing into the How. You tossed several of them back, but they just kept coming one another the other.

An idea came to mind as your eyes glowed yellow. You gently bounced your fists together and spread them apart, creating a large amount of golden energy between your hands. You conjured a large force field that you built up around the How, blocking the stones from entering the tomb.

The stones that crashed into the force field, turned to dust as soon as it came into contact with it. You smirked softly and the field stayed up. You closed your eyes for a moment and opened them, revealing the bright yellow of them.

To one of the Telmarine generals, you found his gaze upon you in the field and smiled devilishly, getting into his head. You could sense his fears and deepest desires.

Run, your voice echoed in his head as he immediately ran off into the opposite direction, leaving without a fight.

"We can defeat them in we draw them to the river," One of the soldiers suggested to Sopespian.

"To Beruna!" He called out to his soldiers and watched as they ran towards the forest. You ran after them with Peter, Susan, Edmund and Caspian. While following them, your fingers formed balls of golden energy. You tossed them through the Telmarine soldiers, causing most of them to be knocked down.

Once you made it to the river, everyone stopped as Lucy was on the other side of the bridge. Sopespian brings the army to a halt. She drew her dagger and grinned, holding it down at her side. Aslan joined behind her. Sopespian stared more, looking to and fro, as if trying to figure out what to do in the moment.

"Charge!" Sopespian exclaimed as his army ran across the bridge, but stopped halfway when Aslan released a dangerous roar. The water beneath the bridge began to behave strangely. The water built up to form a god-like creature, pulling the bridge and watching as the soldiers fell off. Sopespian stood alone on his horseback, in the river-god's hand. He swung his sword wildly as the water crashed down onto him.

The water soon came to a gentle calm as the Telmarines funneled out of it, dropping their swords to the Narnians. You grinned as you crossed the water before Aslan with Peter, Susan, Edmund and Caspian. All of you knelt before him.

"Rise, kings and queens of Narnia," Aslan instructed as you, Peter, Susan, and Edmund rose to stand.

"All of you," He stated as Caspian was still knelt down.

"I do not think I am ready," Caspian spoke softly.

"It's for that very reason I know you are," Aslan replied as Caspian slowly rose to his feet.

Your lips enclosed together as you were standing upon the Narnian kingdom, looking over the water below. Your eyes were glassy as you leaned over the ledge, resting your arms against it. The wind briskly moved through the strands of your hair as you got lost in the beauty of the horizon.

"You did amazing out there today," Peter's voice caused you to turn your head back to look at him. Your lips curved into a gentle grin as you stood up straight, watching as he walked towards you.

"Thank you," You muttered quietly. "There's something about the magic here that makes it so easy to control," You admitted and lifted your hand, gently releasing a glitter of gold between your fingers. "I can feel it growing stronger, Peter," You lowered your hand, the golden energy faded.

"You wanna stay, don't you?" Peter asked as he lifted his brows gently.

Your lips formed a bigger smile, "I feel safe here, but I don't want my staying back to hinder you from leaving if that's what you want for yourself."

Peter cupped your face with his large hands. Your eyes glistened in the moonlight as he pressed his forehead against yours. The closeness felt natural as Peter lowered his head to press his warm lips against your own. You held your hands against his wrists, molding your lips with his as though they were crafted by the heavens. You could feel Peter's beating heart through his blouse as he slowly dropped his hands down from your face to your torso, sneaking them around to pull you in tighter.

Your hands moved up to his neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You leaned your head back and tasted his warm lips against your own. You felt as peace and safe, more so than you ever did before.

Peter pulled back and smiled softly down at you, gently brushing his nose against yours as his forehead was resting to yours. "I'm not going anywhere without you," His voice was gentle and came out in a whisper.

Your glossy lips curved into a big smile and you wasted no time to wrap your arms around him tighter, sinking into his embrace as he returned the gesture. Your cheek was pressed into his chest as he gently leaned his chin against the top of your head.

"I love you, Peter," You whispered and squeezed yourself against him tighter. Your voice sounded muffled against his the material of his blouse.

You could hear his smile as Peter pressed a kiss to your forehead, "I love you, my beautiful golden witch."

a/n: hi, angels!! i absolutely LOVE this idea and i'm so glad it was requested! i've been wanting to try something like this for a while and i'm happy that i was able to do it. i hope this is what you were both expecting and wanting, to the individual that requested this piece. thank you for your support and as always treat people with kindness. much love, my dears <33 — angelina.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 11 months

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Going Stupid

Peter Parker x plus size reader

Peter’s roommate is driving him up the wall

Warnings: reader is kind of a bimbo and kind of based on Elle Woods, implied smut, Peter kind of hates her but not really, swearing

WC: 676

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Peter groaned as he entered the small two bedroom apartment he was currently renting. The walls were vibrating with the force behind your Bluetooth speaker as you listened to your current hyper-fixation song. It was never his choice in the first place to have you, the bubbly underclassman studying fashion, as his roommate but when rent was jacked up, he was forced to take in the first willing person he could find.

And now he was stuck with you. You were ditsy and unorganised, he couldn’t hold an intelligent conversation with you unless it was the history of polka dots and worst of all you were drop-dead gorgeous.

It was more often than he cared to admit that he would storm off to take an extra long shower to relieve himself after coming home to you wearing practically nothing as you waltzed about the apartment. He constantly chastised himself for it. He should be attracted to women like MJ, smart, intelligent women who he could actually engage with. But no, he was stupidly falling for you.

And he just couldn’t handle that today, not after a long day in the lab followed by hours of boring lectures. You were dancing around the kitchen, donned only in panties and a tight pink tank top. There was a smear of flour across your full cheek and your lips stained with chocolate frosting. Peter’s brown eyes dropped to your tits which were moving freely, unencumbered by a bra. There was a dollop of the sugary icing on the smooth expanse of your skin. Oh how he wished to lick it off of you.

“Petey! You’re home!” He cringed at the sound of your voice, replying with a half-hearted, “Yeah I am”, as he dropped his backpack on the small bench by the door. He kicked off his shoes, wincing as his sore heels came into contact with the cold flooring.

“You know Peter, you should get some inserts for your shoes. I noticed you had high arches like months ago and I was like that’s so cool cause I have high arches too and I never meet anyone with high arches. I get my shoes custom ordered for my feet cause they hurt a lot if I walk too much and I mean a lot! Like that time I was at that club with-“ Your voice became a blur of white noise as Peter was hypnotised by the way your plump body moved gracefully through the small kitchen.

The tank top clung to you like a second skin, accentuating each and every dip of your curves. His brown eyes, slowly growing darker with lust, now dropping down even further to where your shirt ended, leaving a strip of your belly exposed above your white panties. The cotton cupped your mound so snuggly that he could see the texture of the dark thatch of hair resting on the base of your pelvis through the fabric. The cellulite on your legs were like the perfect dents for his fingertips to rest and Peter couldn’t imagine how safe and warm your thighs would be around his hips.

“Can you put on some clothes? I can’t concentrate.” Your mouth snapped shut with an audible click and he could practically feel the way your skin blazed with embarrassment. He watched you glance down at your outfit, suddenly becoming self-conscious.

Peter clicked his tongue and with a surge of confidence he didn’t know he had, he strode across the apartment and grabbed you by your wide hips. “I can practically hear your thoughts from here. You’re too damn sexy, it makes me go stupid.”

“You’re not stupid Petey.” You mumbled while doing everything in your power not to make eye-contact. He tutted and gently cupped your chin with his left hand, guiding your face towards him.

“I like it though, princess. It makes me mad sometimes though.”

“Why?” You nuzzled into his hand. Peter smirked and his grip tightened, making you gasp.

“Cause if I go too dumb, who’s going to fuck you even stupider.”

Request: oooooh how about Peter Parker, maybe a roommate au/ best friend? and the prompt going like “Can you put on some clothes? I can’t concentrate.” “I can practically hear your thought from here.” and something ike that? I leave it upto u, but a hate/mean thingy I feel like would rly add to it (as typically Peter would *never*) also fro which Peter- its rly ur choice, but Andrew and tom are my fav (sorry toby baby) ofc its just a request but I hope u do something! I love ur work congrats on 3k! <3 @my-fabulousness-has-arrived

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wrenwreads · 2 years

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piano keys

music brings two people even closer together

pairing/s: peter pevensie x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of heavy rain, and my shitty attempt at someone playing the piano and them teaching as well (i don't play piano lmao 😭)

genre: arranged marriage, friends to lovers, fluff

word count: 1.3k

a/n: this one's longer than normal (especially for my writing). i also thought i'd switch things up a bit and write for our dear peter. might write a second part as well, not sure yet.

The wedding had been beautiful.

That was one thing for sure. Susan had outdone herself once again with the festivities.

If only it wasn’t just for the sake of alliance, Y/N would have had appreciated it more. She had been stuck in her own mind for that half of the day — thinking of anything - everything - she could have done differently.

She did find herself lucky to be married to Peter.

King Peter the Magnificent.

Ever so respectful Peter.

Peter with his heart so big.

Golden boy Peter.

She had been reluctant. But after one meet up with the King and his first few words to her being “You don’t have to say yes. As much I would love to have this alliance, I respect your boundaries more.”

She had to give him a chance.

That was 4 months ago, the wedding being 3.

So far, their relationship had been nothing but respect and patience. Despite the rings on their fingers and the ink on paper, the two only really saw each other as acquaintances — or so they thought.

It had been pouring down all day in Narnia. Peter didn’t have a choice but to seize all work for the day, after all, Narnia wouldn’t function if its people were out making themselves sick.

The atmosphere had been nothing but relaxed, enhanced by the large drops on rain outside.

The 4 siblings had cooped themselves in the sitting room. Peter sat on a big arm chair reading a book, the story had gone boring 2 chapters ago.

Suddenly, soft notes of a piano started echoing around the room.

Peter looked up from his book, skeptical eyes scanning his sibling’s faces. “Do you guys hear that?” he asked. Lucy hummed, too concentrated on forming a puzzle she swore she’ll finish by the end of the day. Edmund just grunted, eyes not leaving the book he was reading. “Of course we do. We’re not deaf, Peter,” Susan had answered, although it was not the tone Peter was hoping for. He rolled his eyes, sitting on the edge of the chair. Book forgotten and his palms on his things. “Are you guys — not confused over the fact that there’s a piano playing?” he said, question laced with interrogation.

He’s so confused. Why are they treating this like some everyday thing?

Lucy rolled his eyes, finally looking up from his book. Her loud sigh caught Peter’s attention. He kept quiet, eyes looking at her to elaborate. “It’s Y/N of course.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t know that.” Edmund remarked.

The blank looks his siblings gave him after Peter confessed that — yes, he did in fact not know that his supposed wife played the piano — had annoyed him, he had to excuse himself out of the room.

His mind went rollercoaster, scenario after scenario in his head on why Y/N wouldn’t tell him that she played the piano.

He was too lost in his own world that he didn’t realise he had walked in the music room. The soft call of his name bringing him back.

“Peter? Are you alright?”

Y/N stood in front him, eyes wide in worry. His heart started doing palpitations and he swears his knees are going weak. When they first met, Peter couldn’t help but think that she’s really pretty. He means really really pretty. In fact, he almost called off the whole deal. He couldn't let someone's beauty go to waste just for an arranged marriage. He had appreciated hers (until now), he just didn't know if the appreciation was mutual.

It was only after the two started to get to know each other that Peter thought it wouldn't be too bad.

Her warm hand had made its way on to his arm, squeezing it lightly. "Pete?".

Y/N watched as Peter finally snapped out of his thoughts, blinking rapidly. She laughed quietly, bringing her hand back to her side. Once she deemed Peter conscious enough, she asked again. "Are you alright?". The man nodded, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "I— uh— heard!"

She looked at him skeptically.

"The piano, I mean. You were playing," he finally managed to get out, gesturing his arms towards the large equipment. He had mentally slapped himself a million times already. Peter thought he had the skills in him, but apparently not. For he was a stuttering mess in front of his queen.

She didn't seem to mind. Y/N only laughed, walking towards the piano once again.

Peter suddenly remembered what he came to see her for and followed, standing behind her. He watched as she delicately placed her fingers on the keys. She began playing an unknown tune, but Peter was still enthralled. The way her back was straight and her arms relaxed, her eyes darting from one side of the instrument to the other.

He stayed quiet, listening to Y/N play until the sound slowed down and she reached the end. He couldn't help but bring his palms together, his applauds replacing the sound of the piano. "You don't have to do that," she whispered, using her hands to lower Peter's to stop him.

"But why?," he whined, Y/N swore his eyes were going to burst out of their sockets. "I didn't even know you played piano. Y/N that was wonderful."

Y/N looked into his eyes, nothing but adoration swirling around. She could feel herself melt away but tried not to. She bashfully looks away, clearing her throat, finding words to reply to Peter's compliments. "You— uh, were away when... I started playing again.

Dad had taught me how to since I was 5. It was one thing we did together.

I hadn't done it since..."

Peter pursed his lips. He knew what she was talking about. There was always the ugly side of marriages between two kingdoms. The wife stays with the family of the husband.

"Do you know how to play?"

Peter shook his head. He felt his breath cut short at the smile Y/N sent to him. She scoots to the side, leaving room on the bench. She pats it gently, and Peter sat down.

“Let me teach you something easy.”

He sat still as Y/N took his fingers on to her hands and delicately places them on the keys. His mind once again pausing. “Stop being so tense”, she giggles, looking at him. “I’m not,” he denies.

“You so are! Just relax. It’s only me.”

It’s only me.

Yes, and you’re like really beautiful.

He thought.

He finally managed to relax himself.

Y/N taught him a few notes on the keys, occasionally guiding his fingers with her own.

She had managed to teach him an intro of a song he still doesn’t know. It was getting difficult for both of them to focus when Peter would just laugh at his mistakes, making Y/N laugh or when the other just silently giggles, affecting the other.

“What song is this by the way?” He asked as he played the intro himself. “It’s the kingdom’s theme song. Anthem, if you will. It’s usually one we teach children,” she explained.

Peter stopped, a comedic scoff escaping his lips. He looks at Y/N in bewilderment. “You’re telling me I’m playing something meant for children?”

She laughs. “More like for beginners.”

“You’re unbelievable,” he chuckled.

The two spent the rest of the afternoon playing the instrument and by supper, Peter had almost learned the whole thing.

“I assume that was Peter playing the horrendous noise,” Edmund had teased when they entered the dining room.

Peter could only smack his brother at the back of his head.

“Well, he’s learning. That’s for sure,” Y/N reassured, taking her seat.

The look the two gave each other didn’t go unignored by Lucy, Susan, and Edmund. The three chose to ignore it for now, letting the two discover it on their own.

thanks for reaching the end. once again, my requests and questions are open — feel free to ask. also, my edmund x reader series is gaining shape. i might post a teaser or blurb soon. xoxo

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Prompt 55. “Shh, we’re gonna get caught!” With water park worker Peter Parker x reader and smut Please, thank you 🤗❤️

Here it is darling I hope you enjoy! I listen to She while I was writing the smutty bit so it’s extra horny for you.

Don’t Get Caught

55 - “Shh, we’re gonna get caught!”

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Smut, oral

Summary: You and Peter decide to have a little fun while you’re closing the wave pool

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It had been your idea to pick up summer jobs at the water park together, and Peter was admittedly a bit weary about the whole thing. He knew working together could be really stressful for a lot of couples, but he was happy to say it had been nothing but pleasant for the two of you. The park was big and most of the time you only saw each other on your commute to and from work, which made the rare occasion when you did work together or shared a break a nice treat for both of you.

Today just so happened to be one of those days, with the two of you being scheduled to close the wave pool together. It had been a pretty easy shift, the park was mostly dead and you and Peter had spent most of the shift making faces at each other across the pool. Closing the wave pool was one of the easiest jobs in the park, the only real challenge was piling all the inner tubes into a large shed. Peter, who was always eager to make your life just a little easier, had promised that he would take care of all the inner tubes so you could focus on the easier closing tasks. So while you were closing umbrellas and checking chlorine levels, Peter was running back and forth, dragging as many inner tubes as he could into a large shed. You figured you’d end up finishing far before him, but by the time you had finished the rest of the closing chores you found all of the inner tubes were gone, but so was Peter.

Instantly you were suspicious, your first thought being that he was hiding somewhere and planned to jump out and scare you, something he’d found endlessly entertaining since you started working together. You padded over to the shed carefully, keeping your eye out for anywhere he might jump out of. When you arrived at the shed you found the door was locked and all the lights were off, and there was no sign of Peter. You took a deep breath before turning on your heels and heading back towards the pool, again keeping an eye out for any potential hiding spots.

“You better not jump out at me Peter!” you called out a warning, “I swear you’re gonna sleep on the couch tonight if you do!”

You peered around the edge of the pool, checking under every table and chair before climbing up to the large top of the ledge around the pool. The ledge had two large lifeguard chairs on either side and a large sign across the back that read ‘Big Blue Wave Pool’. The only decent hiding place would have been the sign so you paced right over to it and peeked on either side, but Peter was nowhere to be found.

“Peter come on!” you tried calling out again but got no reply.

Behind the sign there was a large hatch which led to the maintenance deck, which was also where you turned the pool on and off. You had been the one to turn the pool off and you were certain that you had shut off the light on your way out, but you could see some light flooding out through the cracks around the hatch.

You tossed the hatch open before calling down the stairs, “Nice try Peter but you left the light on, I know you’re down there,” you smirked, happy to have finally caught him before he scared you. Only he didn’t reveal himself like you’d hope, “Peter come on, game’s over, let’s go home,” still nothing happened, leaving you with no option but to go down and investigate, “You’re not gonna scare me Peter, I know you’re down here somewhere,” you peered around the room, checking out every possible hiding spot in the place before letting out a sigh and returning to the stairs.

As soon as you stepped foot on the bottom stair the hatch slammed shut. Peter seemed to appear out of thin air, hanging upside down from the ceiling on a thin web, “Boo,” he smiled at you.

You screamed and jumped backwards, slamming your hand over your suddenly pounding heart, “Peter Parker I am gonna kill you!” you shouted as he burst into a fit of laughter.

He climbed down from the ceiling, holding his stomach while he laughed, “I think that was my best work yet.”

“What is wrong with you?!’ you hit his chest but he only continued to laugh, “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!”

He smiled ear to ear and took a hold of your waist, “You’re just mad you haven’t gotten me back yet.”

“I hate you,” you snapped.

“Well I love you,” he leaned in and kissed your cheek, “Come on, I did all the inner tubes for you, you can’t be mad at me.”

“I can and I am,” you glared at him, “Jerk.”

You crossed your arms and tried to brush past him but he just pulled you in closer, “Ah come on, I’m sorry.”

“No you aren’t,” you bit back.

“No, not really,” he admitted before nuzzling his nose against yours, “But maybe I can still make it up to you?”

You hummed, “Yeah? Does that mean you’ll make dinner tonight?”

“Sure, but I had something else in mind,” he pressed his lips to your jaw, “Something a little more hands on.”

You bit your lip, “I might be able to get behind that…”

He grinned as he started trailing kisses down your neck. One of his hands slipped over your ass, giving it a firm squeezed before creeping to your stomach. You pulled his lips up to meet yours before pulling his wandering hand away.

“Let’s go clock out so we can get home,” you purred.

“Why don’t we just do it right here?” his lips ghosted yours as he spoke.

“Peter we’re at work,” you giggled, “We’ll get in trouble.”

“Not if we don’t get caught,” his lips started trailing over your bare skin again, “It’d just be our little secret, princess,” he cooed.

You couldn’t help your eyes fluttering shut or your body leaning into his, “Alright, but we’ll have to be quick.”

His lips curled to a smile, “Got it,” Peter nipped at your neck before sliding his hands down your body. You squealed as he hoisted you into the air and set you down on a small desk, “I figured this is more comfortable than the stairs,” he explained.

“Definitely,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his lips back up to yours.

Peter nipped at your bottom lip while his hands wandered up and down your body. You opened your mouth for him and tugged at some of his curls, causing him to let out a deep groan. One of his hands settled over your breasts, squeezing gently and making you moan.

“You’re so sexy,” he purred, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you cooed back at him, dragging one hand down his chest.

“Let me take care of you then,” he kissed the top of your breast and peaked up at you with a cheeky smile.

“Peter come on,” you giggled, “We don’t have time for all that.”

“I always have time to make you feel good princess,” he nipped at the top of your breast before moving down your body again.

Peter left wet kisses all the way down your body, finally settling at your thighs. He spread your legs and nipped at the inside of your thigh. You held your breath while you watched, anxiously waiting as he inched closer and closer to your core. You bit your lip and held your breath as you waited for him to finally touch you, but Peter had other ideas. Instead of giving in and finally giving you what you wanted, he started kissing the bottom of your stomach.

“Peter,” you giggled and threaded a hand through his hair, “We aren’t gonna have time for anything if you don’t speed it up.”

“Have some patience,” he grinned up at you, “I know what I’m doing.”

He looked up at you with dark, lust filled eyes before he bit the edge of your bikini bottoms. Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes widened as you waited for him to move. Carefully he lifted your hips off the desk and pulled the bikini bottoms down. He used his mouth to drag them all the way to your knees before he hooked his fingers in the edge and tossed them onto the ground. The sight had you clenching your thighs together, and if it hadn’t been so erotic you probably would have scolded him for throwing your bottoms onto the ground.

“Come on princess, keep those pretty legs open for me,” Peter pulled your legs apart again, licking a long stripe up your left leg.

You gasped and jolted towards him, making him grin before he started kissing your upper thigh again. This time he made his way to your core much faster, looking up at you with a smirk before he finally flicked his tongue over you. Your head fell back as you groaned, relief flooded over you as he repeated the action.

“Fuck, Peter,” you moaned loudly as he worked you over.

You could feel his lips curl to a smile before he placed them over your clit, sucking at the bundle of nerves in a way that would have had you screaming if you weren’t at work. Peter knew exactly how to work you up, and he enjoyed making a show of the whole thing. There was nothing he loved more than to have you gasping and begging for him before he finally sent you tumbling over the edge.

“Doing so good for me princess,” he praised you with his head still buried between your thighs, “You taste like heaven.”

He dove back in as you moaned above him, smiling as he flicked his tongue over your hole. You gasped and pulled his hair, making him groan against you. One of his hands moved up to your back, helping to steady you as you tried to rock your hips against him. The other held your right thigh tight, squeezing and massaging your soft skin. Peter was just as lost in you as you were in him, so much so that he almost didn’t notice the soft pattering of footsteps overhead.

“Shit,” he swore as he pulled back from you.

“What?” you panted lightly and coked your head in confusion.

“Someone’s coming,” he stood and reached for the light switch behind you, “Be quiet okay princess?” he pressed a kiss to your neck before returning to his spot between your legs.

You gasped as he dove back in but quickly covered your mouth. You struggled to speak as he quickly started working you up again. If you hadn’t had you so worked up already you would have been too scared to continue, but you were too far gone to care.

“Where are Peter and (y/n)?” you could hear the muffled voice of one of your coworkers above you.

“P-Peter,” you did your best to whisper but your voice came out in jagged pants. It was meant to be a warning but it sounded much more like a plea for him to continue.

“Shh, we’re gonna get caught!” he scolded with a smirk.

You just nodded and bit down on your cheek, throwing your head back as he moved back towards your clit.

“They’re probably putting the inner tubes away,” another coworker spoke up as you gripped the edge of the desk you were seated on.

Peter yanked you closer to him and pulled one of your legs over his shoulder. The new angle made you want to scream. You covered your mouth again, muffling your pleasured cries while you pulled his hair.

“Oh, I didn’t see them over there,” the first person spoke again, “They probably finished up early, we’ll see them at the gates.”

Peter pulled your other leg over his shoulder while he listened to them pad away, leaving you two alone once again. He placed a hand on your stomach and pushed you gently, prompting you to lay back on the desk.

“They’re gone, you can start making those pretty noises for me again princess,” he cooed.

Peter had returned his full attention to your clit and you were an absolute mess. Your whole body felt tight and hot, eager for release. Peter could tell you were close and decided to slide a finger into you to help you out. Your hips jolted upwards and you cried out happily.

“More Peter, please,” you begged.

He added a second finger, and began toying with you gently. Your eyes were screwed shut, your breath was heavy and desperate. Peter nipped at your clit so delicately it made you cry out in frustration. Your heels dug into his back as you lifted your hips again, so desperate for him to give you that last little push. He had you right on the edge. He knew he could make you fall apart at any moment, but he enjoyed holding you there, making you wait for your release. His hungry eyes drank in your quivering, desperate form above him, he thought you looked so beautiful like that.

“You wanna cum for me princess?” he teased.

“Peter please,” you begged again, “Please.”

His lips curled to a big smile, he pressed a kiss to your clit before taking it in his mouth again. He sucked harder than he had been, and his fingers moved just a little harder and deeper in you. Your breathing grew heavier and heavier, everything burned before finally it snapped. You cried out happily as you finally came and Peter used his tongue to work you through your orgasm. Finally you let go of his hair and the desk and began to giggle happily as he stood up.

“How was that?” Peter grinned cheekily above you.

“I think you already know,” you smiled back at him.

He helped you sit up and took a hold of your waist, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, “Give me just a minute and I’ll return the favor okay?” you promised, glancing down towards the tent in his pants.

“As nice as that sounds, I think we’re definitely gonna get caught if we try anything else,” he kissed your cheek and flicked the light back on, “So can you walk or do I need to carry you?” he smirked as he bent to grab your bottoms.

You rolled your eyes, “I can walk.”

“Good,” he helped you pull your bottoms back on as you climbed off the desk, “Your hair’s a little messy.”

“So is yours,” you began smoothing over his curls to the best of your ability, “And your mouth…”

“Good call,” he wiped his mouth on the back of his arm and started fiddling with your hair, “We don’t need anyone getting suspicious.”

“Yeah, then we wouldn’t be able to do it again,” you winked as you laced your fingers with his, “Ready?”

“Just one more thing,” he pulled you close and pressed a lingering kiss to your lips, “There.”

You laughed, “Come on dork, let’s get home.”

He squeezed your hand as you padded up the stairs, “Alright, but we need to find my jacket first, and until then you should probably stay close to me.”

“Don’t worry Peter, I’ll cover you,” you promised with another laugh, “No one’s ever gonna find out our dirty little secret.”

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Crazier • Pt. 2

wc: 8.8k (but totally worth it i PROMISE)

pairing: mcu!peter parker x reader

a/n: part two is here! she's a little long but i swear i've never had so much fun writing and editing a fic so i promiseeee its totally worth it !!! i love this one so much so please pleaseee let me know what you think ! i love talking to you guys (i feel the need to tell yall this is totally a PETER x reader fic you’ll understand but DONT WORRY ITS JUST FOR PLOT BRO)

warning: literally nothing, a few f-bombs, and kids going psycho (in the best way) at school

read part 1 here

The weird, auto-tuned, voice startled you and made you turn around, wiping your eyes so you could see clearly. When you saw who it was you rubbed your eyes again for good measure because there was no way.

"Huh?" you said meekly, mentally slapping face palming for acting so dumb in front of New York's hero.

His head tilted and his masked face shifted in what you could only guess was a grin, "I said can I walk you home? It's pretty dark and I don't really trust the streets and, trust me, I would know. Plus, your crying and being distracted is really dangerous."

"I'm not crying," you were, in fact, crying. It was obvious to both of you. Your red eyes and pink stuffy nose, despite trying to fight the tears so you could get home, only came in harder.

"Ok well I'm just gonna ignore the fact that you're totally lying and ask again, can I walk you home?" despite there being a weird robotic tinge to his voice, you thought he sounded desperate. Plus you didn't really think he'd take a 'no' as an answer. Or if you were even allowed to give him that answer, he was a superhero after all.

So you nodded and his entire posture seemed to relax when you hadn't even realized he seemed tense. Wow, he must take his job seriously. You started walking, silently leading the way as he followed right beside you.

"Can I ask why you're crying?"

"You just did," you replied flatly not really meaning to sound so mean despite the tone you had used.

You sighed, "Shit, I'm sorry Mr. Spider-Man, here you are being all nice trying to make sure I get home all right and I'm being a total ass."

"No it's all right, you don't have to answer if you don't want to I just wanted to make sure everything was alright," his tone was soft, and somehow, despite not knowing him at all, you felt like you could trust him.

"I broke up with my boyfriend," you whispered and you weren't really sure if he would catch it, but he did.

"He must've been real stupid for you to do that, huh?"

You laughed. "God yes," your humor died down and your face fell, "but he was a great boyfriend, y'know, just...before he wasn't."

You passed the cafe that was near your apartment building when he asked, "What'd he do that made you snap?"

You were silent for a minute, debating whether you should answer that or not when you finally stopped in front of your building making him pause beside you as well.

"Well we're here," you slapped your hands together as you stood there awkwardly.

"Yeah, yeah. Um, maybe we could chat again sometime, totally friendly, of course," he added the last part rushed, waving his hands slightly. It made you laugh genuinely this time.

"Sure bug boy, I hang out on the roof a lot." you could actually use a friend to talk to after today. "If you're ever swinging by and you see me, you should stop to say hey."

"Really," Peter felt weird, you two had always sat on your apartment roof together, climbing up from your fire escape. And now he'd never get the chance to do it again. Not as Peter at least, but here you were inviting Spider-Man to hang out with you again.

He decided he'd take what he could get.

You smiled slightly and turned around to go inside when he spoke up again, "Wait how does tonight sound?" He asked, and if you didn't know any better you might even say he sounded nervous. That only made you smile more.

"Tonight sounds great," you said., "Oh. And thanks for walking me home. I really appreciate it." You shoot him one last smile before finally turning around and getting inside.

Despite it being dark on your way home, it wasn't that late, it was just winter. You started your homework and worked swiftly, not giving in to any of the distractions you usually did. You wanted to be completely free tonight. Maybe befriending Spider-Man would help improve your grades too.

When the clock struck 9 p.m. and your parents went to bed, you closed your door and silently locked it before walking over to the window and pushing it open.

You grabbed a book and headed up, deciding to read until he got there. It was freezing despite the big sweater you were wearing. After waiting five minutes and him still being a no-show, you decided to go make some tea.

Making your way down, you made two mugs of tea as quietly as you could without waking anyone in the apartment. It didn't take long and soon enough you were carefully making your way up the fire escape again, trying your best not to spill any of the hot liquid.

While you were focused on steadily moving so you didn't spill your drinks, you didn't notice the masked hero sitting on the ledge.

"There you are," his voice startled you but, miraculously, the tea didn't spill, "I've been waiting for like, forever." You had a feeling he rolled his eyes.

"Oh shut up," you handed him a mug, "I was just up here dumbass. But it got cold so I decided to make us something hot."

He used his free hand to put a finger on his chin, tilting his head, as if in thought, "Having trouble deciding if I should be offended you called me a dumbass or flattered that you made me a cup of tea."

You laughed out loud and he felt his heart flutter, the sound a nice contrast to the yelling that had gone down between you two earlier that day.

"Wait so I never got your name," he asked in fake interest. Obviously, he didn't need you to tell him. But you didn't know that.

"Y/N. what's yours?" you asked innocently and it was his turn to laugh. "Ha! Nice try," he joked and you just shrugged.

"Whatcha reading?" He pointed towards the book you had brought up with you, "Business or pleasure?"

You laughed, and grabbed the book, "Definitely pleasure. It's my favorite actually. I've read it too many times to count."

His heart fell a little. Your favorite? How did he not know that? He remembered the cover though..or maybe just the color scheme of it. The more he thought about it the more he realized he didn't really remember the book at all. God, he really couldn't blame you for ending things.

"Can you tell me about it," he asked softly. He loved it when you went on about a topic you loved and all the facial expressions and hand motions that came with your storytelling.

"Are you kidding? I can write a 20-page essay about this book," you scoffed lightly, "but I really don't wanna bore you so it's okay."

"No way! I asked, so how would you bore me. Tell me about it, maybe I'll pick it up from the next bookstore I pass."

So you did. You went on and on about certain themes that stood out to you while reading, and how important some lessons were. You showed him your annotations and notes and he realized you really weren't joking about the '20-page-essay' quip.

He loved the way you were so passionate about the subject and all the thought you'd put into this. But seeing you like this made him realize something, it'd been so long since you'd been like this with him. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't really remember the last time you'd gone on one of these little rants with him.

Some time while you were talking you'd both finished your tea (him only pulling up his mask to the tip of his nose, taking a sip, and quickly bringing it back down. he didn't wanna risk anything), setting the cups far to the side.

He let you finish before talking, "Wow that's a lot to take in, am I the only person who's been fortunate enough to have this wisdom passed onto them?"

You laughed, "Kinda, yeah."

That shocked him a little, at least if you hadn't shared it with him he thought you might've talked about it with MJ. He might not have known much (apparently) but he knew how much you loved to talk about a book after you read it, whether you liked it or not. And the fact that this was your favorite and you'd read it multiple times and hadn't shared it with anyone was weird to him.

"Really? How come? Are your friends not into reading," he asked, trying to be subtle.

You just shrugged, "I don't really have friends," he made a sound of disbelief which made you chuckle before continuing, "I mean obviously I have friends in the traditional sense of the word but I'm not close enough with anyone to just speak my thoughts like that, y'know?"

He tried, he really did, but he could feel the hurt coursing through him, did you never feel comfortable enough around him?

"Really? you seem like the kind of person who has too many friends. What about your boyfriend?"

"ex-boyfriend," you corrected him bitterly, and it left him wondering if you felt that same pang of hurt adding those two extra letters that changed everything.

"Right," he said quietly, "but still, did you never feel comfortable enough around him?" He knew it wasn't his place to ask you such questions, hell it wasn't his place to be talking to you at all, you had made that clear, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't just leave you alone to walk home alone, hurt, and in the dark. And now, he really wanted to know what your answer to his question would be.

You wanted to make a joke about how he was really going at it with the questions but you didn't have it in you. So you just thought about it a little before answering, "Well of course I was comfortable with him, at one point I guess, he wasn't just my boyfriend he was my best friend. And I guess that's what really sucks the most about the breakup.

"He was the only person I shared anything with but it just got to the point where I used to try and talk about anything and he'd just blow me off. It happened a few times before I just stopped altogether, it hurt too much when it felt like he didn't care. I stopped and it was like 'If I don't say anything, I can't get hurt'. If I didn't talk then I wouldn't feel that rejection again and I always had the little part in the back of my brain that said 'Of course he cares but don't say anything, just in case.'

"He's a busy guy, and I get that, I really do. I just never thought he'd get so busy he wouldn't care about me anymore."

You hadn't realized how close you'd come to tears until you felt yourself sniffle, "Shit, sorry," you laughed bitterly, "I didn't mean to get emotional, it's whatever now, it's over."

Peter heard his heart crack. Saying he felt terrible was an understatement. He felt horrendous that he made you feel that way, even worse that he didn't even realize that he did until you just said so.

"God I'm so sorry," he said, his voice feeling weak and he was extra thankful for the new voice-changer he'd been using lately. "He sounds like a total jerk." He was, he definitely was.

You force a little smile, "Oh well," you shrugged, "we'll both move on."

But deep down, neither of you believed that.

You had a long night. Turns out your city's hero had a lot more to him than you'd originally thought. He was extremely funny, always making little remarks about everything, and he was a great listener. Not a boring one either, he asked questions and seemed genuinely interested in what you were saying.

It was the main thing on your mind that day that you almost forgot the problem at hand. Almost.

Going back to school was something you were dreading. You didn't want to see Peter at all, just thinking about it was totally ruining your mood.

You arrived and headed straight for MJ's locker. You tapped her shoulder, "Heyyyy," you said, making her narrow her eyes at you.

"What happened," she deadpanned and you sighed. You rubbed the bridge of your nose just making her more skeptical.

"Peter and I broke up." You said softly, not meeting her eyes. If you had, you would've seen they were filled with rage.

"What," she asked lowly making you look up. You two were good friends but you didn't really think she'd care much, just because MJ wasn't the best at showing emotions like that.

"Yeah, yesterday after rehearsal I broke up with him. He pushed it too far," you shrugged trying to put it off as nothing but she could see right through your charade.

"C'mere," she slammed her locker shut and interlocked your arms together making you smile in delight. This was so unlike her and you were going to enjoy every moment.

It was like that, your elbows locked together, you beaming and her with a dead-set look on her face as you headed for first period. You were so caught up in the joy of MJ being a little touchy-feely for once that you didn't realize she wasn't actually headed towards class but instead down the hall towards the locker of your ex.

Luckily you caught on while you were still a few feet away, dragging her to a stop in the student-packed hall.

"Hey, hey, hey. What do you think you're doing?" You looked at her, raising an eyebrow.

She shrugged nonchalantly. "Going to chew out your ex-boyfriend for being a dick," she said as if it were obvious.

You snuck a glance at him just in time to see him swerving his head opposite direction. So, he had definitely seen you. You shook your head, "Mj you can't do that, you'll scare him so bad you'll send him into cardiac arrest."

She cracked a smile at that until she looked in his direction and her face fell again, "No way. I'm gonna beat him into a pulp I swear-"

"Michelle," she tensed as you used her full name, "I'm fine. In fact, I broke up with him." Her shoulders deflated. "I'm not letting him off the hook that easily," she mumbled and you nodded, not really expecting her to. "I'm gonna give him the death stare all day long." She continued.

"And I'm sure he'll turn to stone by the end of the day," you said reassuringly. Her face lifted a little.

"But if he even tries to pull some stupid shit, I will not hesitate," she gave you a look that said 'this is the one thing you have no say over' and you nodded again. Anything as long as she didn't approach him and embarrass the three of you in the crowded school hallways.

She seemed satisfied with that answer, and so you both turned around to actually get to class this time but not before you snuck another glance at Peter who, for some reason, was looking a little paler than a few seconds ago. Even a little..scared? Maybe he heard MJ's threats, you humored yourself, turning your head away from him again. But that was impossible because the halls were way too crowded for him to have overheard you both. Not to mention you were still a ways away from him.

The rest of the day went by easier than you thought it would, with extremely minimal interactions with Peter. none, in fact, after the MJ incident (who had stuck by your side all day like your own personal bodyguard).

Of course, it might've been because you were avoiding him. You knew his schedule well and you knew where he'd be at almost all hours of the day. Even in your shared classes, you'd charmed some other students into switching seats with you so you didn't have to sit beside him anymore.

There was no rehearsal today so you dragged MJ to get ice cream with you, despite her initial refusal. You just needed a distraction, you didn't feel like going home and drowning in your thoughts for the rest of the day so you were gonna stall as much as you could.

You paid for your ice creams and MJ chose a booth in the back for you both to sit at. Once upon a time, you all used to come here as a group (you, MJ, Ned, and Peter) and sometimes just you and Peter alone on simple dates. The memories hurt to think about so you pushed them aside trying to only focus on the sweetness of your chocolate ice cream.

"So why'd you do it," MJ asked bluntly. You looked at her and furrowed your brows, not knowing what she meant.

She sighed, "Why'd you break up with him? I can see how down in the dumps you've been all day, you clearly didn't want to do it, so why did you?" She didn't ask it in a nosy manner, just simply, as if she were asking you for today's date.

You exhaled slowly, trying to buy yourself time because as much as you didn't want to answer her question, you had to. You felt as if you owed her that much with how extra kind and supportive she was acting today, despite that going against her usual personality. And plus, she was your friend so she should know.

"You know how he was MJ, I always told you," you sighed. You look down and start picking at your nails. "He just promised that he'd be there for one of my rehearsals claiming that, since they meant so much to me, he should go to one. And even though I kept telling him no and that he probably wouldn't be able to make it, he promised,

"He promised, and he still couldn't show up. So it just made me start thinking, and if he can't keep his word with simple things like that, how can I trust him with bigger things like a relationship? All the other times he's bailed on me, no explanation, and I'd just feel so stupid and hurt after getting stood up again. And I just snapped I guess."

MJ nodded solemnly as the bell above the door rang. Just out of curiosity, you looked up from your ice cream and you immediately wished you hadn't because walking in was Peter and Ned.

"Speak of the devil," you muttered as you buried your head down, letting your hair cover your face. MJ gave you a confused look before turning around and seeing just what you were talking about. She muttered a few profanities before grabbing your hand and dragging you up by your wrist.

As soon as you stood up two pairs of eyes landed on the both of you and before you could even think about where to run away, Ned was heading towards you with Peter right at his heels.

You cringed and MJ stood up straighter and tensed. You put a hand on her shoulder to remind her to relax and not turn on 'kill mode' yet.

"Hey guys," Ned said smiling big and for a second you thought maybe Peter didn't tell him about the breakup. Until you saw him send a not-so-subtle slap to the back of his shoulder but Ned ignored it.

"Hey Ned," you said softly giving him a tight smile and avoiding Peter's eyes despite feeling them burning holes into your skin. MJ just stood stiffly.

"Funny running into you guys here huh? Me and Pete just came here for a little treat, y'know we need a pick-me-up after that math quiz," he laughed and you forced a small chuckle. You two seemed to be the only ones trying, Peter was just staring at you the whole time and MJ was glaring at him, waiting for him to try something so she had an excuse to pounce.

"Say, aren't you in the same class Y/N? How was the test for you," he asked, clearly trying to keep the conversation flowing but as you opened your mouth to answer, someone else did.

"Well, this has been just great. Not," MJ said which made heat rush to your face. As uncomfortable as you were, you never wanted to be rude to them, especially Ned. He had done nothing wrong and he was only being nice.

"But Y/N and I have plans to be elsewhere so see ya later Leeds. And Parker, you might want to blink before your eyeballs dry out, not that I'd mind," she muttered the last part but you all still heard it so you sent a slap to her arm. She just shrugged as you turned towards Ned, still avoiding even looking at Peter, "Yea it was nice to see you Ned but we do have somewhere to be so we should catch up some other time," you tried more politely.

"Yeah, of course," he sent you another smile as MJ dragged you by your arm out the door and you waved lamely at him. You both stopped as the door closed behind you. you inhaled deeply, trying to calm your nerves.

"Oh my fuck, that was stressful," you muttered.

MJ gave you a sympathetic look before gesturing to follow her, "Come on, let's find somewhere else to hang out."

you followed her and looked into the window of the shop where you saw Peter and Ned hunched over whispering about something. probably about how awkward that interaction was.

"Come on y/n, pleaseeeeeee," Lexi begged, giving you big, wide, puppy dog eyes.

It was the next day after school and you were currently being bombarded by the whole cast and crew to play a big round of truth or dare with them.

So they sent Lexi to convince you, knowing how close you two were. And also how stubborn she was.

"But we have work to do," you whined pathetically. "Y/N honestly everything is done. and plus, we have one more rehearsal before opening night so if we did miss anything, which we didn't, we'll get it done that day," someone else from the crowd yelled, the rest yelling in agreement.

They were especially laying it on you because Mrs. Lightbody was absent today, leaving you in charge alone.

"Y/N/N, what are you even worrying about," Lexi asked, "you have everything memorized down to a 't'. Like, honestly, if any one of us had to bail last minute you could totally take over because I know you have every part of the script memorized." Everyone else was laughing in agreement and you looked down knowing it was true.

"I mean, come on, isn't truth or dare such a 'seventh grade' kinda game," you tried for measly, knowing that what she said was true, almost everything was ready for the big day and the minor stuff left could be taken care of at the last rehearsal.

"Well if you don't wanna play truth or dare we can always do something else," Lexi offered, giddy at the fact that you might actually agree.

"How about a scavenger hunt," someone suggested.

"Yeah! Me and Jack can write up a bunch of lists of tasks to do and items to gather. It'll take us less than 10 minutes," Lacy offered.

Everyone looked around and you finally spoke up, "Sure why not," you gave in and everyone started cheering, some even whistling, "A bunch of kids running around an empty school? What could go wrong?" you told them, the whole group laughing loud.

Everyone lounged around for a few minutes while Lacy and Jack laid out somewhere on the stage, pulling out a bunch of empty papers and started writing on them. You watched as Jack said something that made Lacy laugh, making a blush form on his cheeks. it had once been like that with me and Peter, you thought, but you tried not to let that bitter feeling seep in again.

As if sensing your distress, Lexi came over and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, "Hey," she said softly, "maybe this'll be good for you, y'know. You work really hard and you need something to forget about that Parker kid for once. so let's go wild and run around the school a bit." you smiled, thinking about how ridiculous this whole thing really was and how Mrs. Lightbody would endlessly scold you if she ever found out. but you also couldn't help the excitement bubbling in you. this sounded like a lot of fun.

"Yea, you're right," you agreed and you both lounged out on the stairs on the side of the stage until Jack stood up on the center stage and whistled, gathering everyone's attention.

he waited, Lacy beside him holding a bunch of paper scraps, until everyone was close until he began, "Fellow children of theater," he started dramatically, "I hold before you midtown's very first, annual, theater games." everyone cheered and clapped.

"You may gather into groups, as many as you like, just no more than four to a group, please. Now if you will, sort yourselves, and once your group is ready, come grab the paper that will have your tasks from Lady Lacy." He finished and motioned to Lacy who took a bow and everyone clapped once more. Man, you were gonna miss these kids once this play was over.

you and Lexi decided that you were just going to go together but as you were getting ready to get up on stage, Brad Davis approached you two.

"Hey," he greeted with that charming smile of his. Lexi greeted him while you waved silently beside her.

"Mind if I join you two," he asked the both of you, but his eyes were only on you, searching for your reaction to his question.

"Of course Brad," Lexi said, being the overly polite person she was. He nodded but he was still looking at you hopefully so you decided to answer, "Of course, you can join us," you smiled slightly. "After all, three minds are better than two. And I'm sure we'll need the extra help with whatever those two have planned for us," you motioned to the two leaders of this event, making Brad and Lexi laugh.

The three of you made your way to Jack and Lacy to grab a list of tasks. You approached them, "Hey Lace, can we grab a sheet?"

"Of course," she said sweetly. She grabbed a paper then looked down and laughed lowly. you all looked at her confused and she just ignored you, turning to nudge Jack. He didn't help your confusion when he looked at the paper and burst out laughing.

"What? What is it," Lexi asked, stepping forward. Lacy shook her head, "It's nothing, it's just," she laughed a little more, "me and Jack sorta wrote this one as a joke, the tasks on here are hella extreme, and frankly," she looked at you, "I don't know if you can handle it Y/N."

You must've looked taken aback because she quickly added, "I mean no offense, honestly you're so smart that if I had to choose anyone to actually complete these I'd choose you."

"Then why don't you think I can handle it," you crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow. "Well I know you're a stickler for the rules," she started, "and these break basically all of them."

"Lemme see that," you snatched the paper out of her hand and read it. well, you started to read it, but after seeing the first two tasks, you stopped.

You looked up to see her and Jack fighting off smiles. "I can totally get another one for you for you," she started to reach for the paper but you yanked it out of her grasp. "No, no, no. I'm doing this," you stated.

She and Jack exchanged a look, "are you sure," he asked you weakly. You raised your head and put on a defiant look, you loved proving people wrong, "Yes."

You walked away, Brad and Lexi close on your heels, only stopping in front of the auditorium door.

"Can I see it," Lexi asked? You nodded, handed her the paper, and watched as she read through it. Her eyes widened every time she read something on the list, Brad reading over her shoulder.

"Y/N, I love you but you're crazy," she said. You went to reply to her but just then, Jack was at the center of the stage again.

"Everyone has a task card, each group will try their hardest to complete all the tasks they were given. We will meet up here in an hour and a half and the winning group will be treated properly." He looked down to set up a timer on his phone. "But there is a trick to this," he paused for dramatic effect, "there's is an obstacle my partner and I have withheld from you all,

"We are, in fact, not alone in the school. There was a teacher meeting to be held after school hours and we have a few stranglers still wandering the halls. So you must be careful not to get caught," he smirked and you feel more of that excitement rush through you. You could really use the adrenaline rush this would definitely bring.

He looked up, holding his phone up for everyone to see, his thumb hovering over the green button that would start the timer, "Let the games commence!" he yelled as his thumb hit the button, the numbers already starting to go down quickly as kids started rushing out the doors.

"Oh my god, we are so gonna get caught," Lexi whined, making you laugh. "Well, we aren't gonna win with that attitude, come on Lex, live a little."

"Yeah what she said," Brad laughed and stepped forward to hold the door open for the both of you.

"Such a gentleman," you muttered as you stuck your head out to look down the halls both ways before grabbing Lexi's hand and dragging her after you.

"Read the first one Lex," you whispered as you scouted the halls for any sign of movement.

"'Bring back a lightbulb that is currently being used in one of the rooms in the building'," she read off the paper.

You thought for a second, "Most of the school uses tube lights so where can we get a light bulb?"

The three of you were quiet for a second before Brad piped up, "The library has ceiling fans that use lightbulbs," he suggested, but it sounded more like a question.

You clapped him on the shoulder, "Brad you're a genius." His face seemed to light up at your compliment.

The three of you headed towards the library, running into a few other kids who were also trying to complete their lists.

You quietly opened the doors and motioned for Lexi and Brad to stay behind as you made sure there were no librarians or teachers present. Once you were positive the coast was clear, you let them in and went towards the ceiling fan furthest in the back, in case anyone walked in.

You stood up on the table but you couldn't reach, "Brad, you're tall. Get up here," you instructed and he followed.

"I have a better idea," and before you could ask what it was, he picked you up by the waist and lifted you up to where you could easily unscrew it.

You carefully twisted it until the light gave out and the warm glass fell into your hands. You looked down at Brad, who was still holding you, and smiled, "Thank you."

He smiled back and let you down, both of you stepping off the table. Lexi clapped lightly, "Ok first task done," she grabbed a pen from her pocket and crossed it out. As soon as she lifted the pen from the paper you heard a door close.

You all looked at each other panicked. You brought a finger up to your lips and quietly tiptoed your way between the shelves, leading them to the back exit.

Everything was going smoothly until Lexi accidentally bumped into a chair making it fall to the floor, the metal making a loud noise. You all froze in your tracks as the school's librarian's voice rang out, "Hello? Who's there?"

Quickly thinking, you handed them the lightbulb and ushered both of them to the other side of the shelf as her footsteps sounded closer and closer. Once they were completely hidden from your view you pretended to browse the books on the shelf just as Ms. Smith approached you.

"Oh Y/N, it's just you. What're doing here so late," she asked, her scratchy voice prickling your skin.

"Um well, as you may know, I'm directing the school play that's performing this Friday," you said. She nodded for you to go on, still looking suspicious.

"There's actually a rehearsal today and I managed to find some time to sneak away to the library to get a book," you continued, having no idea where you were going with this.

"You came here this late just to get a book? You know the library is closed at this time of day dear, it's only open during school hours," she said, still sounding suspicious so you knew you had to bring out the big guns.

You sighed looking down, trying your hardest to seem heartbroken, "Well you see Ms. Smith, my boyfriend broke up with me and I just really needed to get lost in a good book to forget how hurt I am," you forced your voice to crack and looked away wiping your eyes from nothing.

"At the 'Greek Mythology' section," she questioned, and you almost faltered. But you were too committed.

You nodded, your lip quivering, "he always used to tell me stories of the Greek myths. And the story of Orpheus and Eurydice," you let out a choked sob. "it's so romantic."

She ate. it. up. "Why yes it is, it's one of my favorites actually. Well, you take your time dear," she rubbed your shoulder as you buried your face into your hands, "and let me know if you need anything else, alright? I'll be up at the front desk."

You just sobbed harder until she left. Once you were sure she was gone, you moved your hands away from your face, which was bone dry.

You went behind the shelf to find Brad and Lexi shuffled together. You had to hold your laughter until you exited into the halls.

You grabbed Lexi's hands and laughed, "Did you see how she totally bought that?"

Lexi laughed with you, "You were really good Y/N, I almost bought it too! And the fake crying? Absolutely genius."

"Yea Y/N, I almost thought you were fresh out of a breakup," Brad added and you laughed again. "That part is actually true," you inform him, "everything else though, was a part of the bit. Peter doesn't know the first thing about Greek mythology let alone the story of Orpheus and Eurydice." you laugh.

"Oh? So Parker's out of the picture," he asked and you just nodded as you read the next task on the paper, not noticing his smile.

You were dead set on doing everything on this list

A little over an hour had passed. You and Brad were currently busy unscrewing one of the circular seats from a cafeteria table. Of course, you had no tools so you had to improvise. You found that if you bent a bobby pin just the right way, it'll do the trick.

You kept twisting the bobby pin until you heard a clattering sound as the last screw fell off. Brad held up the seat as the three of you grinned. You were so gonna win this.

You stood up and opened up the bag with the rest of your supplies as Brad added your new prize. You had stolen a trash bag from the janitor's closet to hold everything for you. As the three of you walked down the hallways holding the most random collection of things, you spoke up, "Lex, what's next on the list?"

She looked down and the smile that was previously on her face quickly disappeared as she seemed to pale a little. "Oh no," she muttered.

"What? What is it," you asked as you all stopped in your tracks.

"It's the last one," she said and you smiled, happy that you'd made it this far.

"Ok so what's the problem," you asked, not really seeing what she was getting at. "Out of everything on this list," she started, "this is the one that will for sure get us expelled."

You and Brad exchanged a look, "Hit me with it."

"We have to steal the principal's desk chair."

"Those little shits," you muttered, your hands clenching into fists. "So that's it right? I mean, we got everything else on here, we don't have to win. We made it further than any of us thought we would," she said but you were already shaking your head.

"We have to win, we are going to win," you were so determined to win this stupid game and you weren't even sure why.

Lexi looked up, closed her eyes, and brought her hands up together, "Dear god, I'm too young to die. my parents would kill me."

Brad laughed as you headed down the hall towards the principal's office. Once you reached where you could see it, you crouched, the others right beside you.

the walls on his side of the office were glass and you could see Principal Morita sitting at his desk. You sighed and turned to face your partners, "I have a plan but it's a little crazy."

"Oh please, this whole thing has been more than a little crazy, just hit us with it Y/L/N," Lexi whispered.

"Ok one of us will have to lure him out while the other two wait behind the door. While he's in the hallway and whoever's with him is keeping him distracted, the other two sneak into the office, roll the chair out the other door, and wait around the corner. Once we're done and completely secure, we send some sort of signal and he's free to go back in."

You were unsure, it was a little all over the place and really risky but they were both nodding at you. "Ok I can distract him, I know exactly what to talk to him about," Lexi offered and you laughed.

You looked at Brad, "Guess it's you and me." You started crawling to the other side of the hall, careful to stay low so Morita wouldn't see you.

"Yup," he muttered, "your regular Bonnie and Clyde." You held in a laugh as you got situated on the brick wall at the side of the office, made sure you were out of view from the door, and motioned for Lexi to go ahead.

She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, the sound ringing out loud in the quiet hallway. It didn't take long before the door opened and was held right in between you and your school's principal.

"Um, yes, may I help you," you heard him ask.

"Sorry to bother you sir, but I really needed to talk to you about something," Lexi said desperately. "Ok why don't you go ahead and take a seat in my office," he offered. "NO," she cleared her throat, knowing she had said that too loud, "what is mean is, no I can't I'm kind of in a hurry." You heard her take a few steps back. "We should just speak out here."

Mr. Morita followed her, letting go of the door as he stepped forward but Brad grabbed the handle before it could close. He held it open for you as you crawled in and he followed behind before quietly shutting it after him.

You two crawled up to his office careful not to be seen since this side of his office wall was made of glass. Currently, his back was to you and Brad while Lexi was facing you but was careful not to let her eyes wander and betray her.

"Ok," you silently opened the door, "we'll need to pick it up until we round the corner because the noise of it rolling would definitely catch his attention."

"Alright I can handle that," Brad said as he grabbed the legs of the chair and stood up but you motioned for him to stop. You moved out the door and peeked your head around the wall the tiniest bit. You saw Lexi passionately going on about something and from what you could see of Morita, he looked a little uncomfortable. You made a mental to ask her later what she was going on about. Once you were sure that Mr. Morita wouldn't see you, you stuck your hand and made a 'shooing' motion.

You weren't sure if Lexi would see it or not but she must've seen it from the corner of her eye because she moved so that she was facing the hallway you had to go down head-on, making Morita turn even more as he listened to whatever it was she was rambling about.

Now, with his back directly towards you and the new direction you were headed, you both left the office and you silently shut the door. Brad quietly put down the chair, "Get on," he ordered. You looked at him a little confused as he tried again, "Come on, it'll be fun."

Hell, you'd already done way crazier things today than you ever thought you would. One more couldn't hurt. So you sat on the chair as he picked it up and walked down the hall. You had to hold in your laughter.

Once he turned the corner he set you down, stuck his head out, and shot Lexi a thumbs up. Less than a minute later, she approached you guys. "Go before he sees us," she whisper-yelled.

You were still sitting in the seat and Brad took it upon himself to push you through the halls. It was such a rush, laughing in the chair with your hair flying around you, two of your newest best friends right behind you. It was one of those moments that you knew right then and there how special it was and how much you cherish it in the years to come, all the moments from today actually. You never would've participated in something like this. Ever. It was fun to be pushed out of your comfort zone, to loosen up a bit. And it was especially fun to do it with these two.

You all arrived at the side doors of the auditorium breathless, you from laughter and Brad and Lexi from the running and laughter.

"Oh. my. GOD. I can't believe we actually pulled that off," Lexi said, smacking her forehead, eyes wide.

"Hell yeah, we did," you looked at Brad and grinned as you held out your hand for a high-five. "Lex," you turned towards her, "time?"

She looked down at her watch, "Ten minutes before the deadline," she smiled. She opened the door for the three of you and you all walked inside, extremely proud of yourselves.

The auditorium was empty, to your surprise, with only you three and Lacy and Jack working on something up on stage. You all walked up the steps, "Hey guys," you spoke up.

They looked up a little confused hearing your voice, "Oh hey Y/N," Jack said, "done already?" you nodded casually and looked down picking at your nails, peeking up to see the shocked expressions on their faces.

"No way," Lacy whispered, "there's no fucking way you could've done all that." She said, louder this time.

You looked up, as if in thought, and put a hand on your chin, "Really lace?" Brad brought up the bag, he had stashed it in a hallway while you did your little office heist and the chair. "Cause I thought I just did," you smirked.

They stood with their mouths agape while the three of you just grinned at each other.

"Well I'm impressed," Jack said as he looked at you and your friends, "can't wait to announce the winners!"

The three of you sat on the edge of the stage while the rest of the groups piled in and handed their lists to Lacy and Jack so they could assess them. Soon enough, everyone had filed back into the auditorium and after a few minutes, Jack shooed everyone off the stage so he could make his announcement.

Once everyone was standing below the stage, Jack walked up to the center as he had done almost 2 hours before. "Students of Midtown," he bellowed, "I come to you with news of your latest adventure. We have gone through everyone's task list and the little prizes they brought back. I'm disappointed to say that only one team completed every task given to them."

Murmurs broke through the students as they wondered which group could've finished everything in so little time. You turned toward Brad and Lexi, "Wait we finished everything so does that mean-"

"I'm pleased to announce, however, the winners of the scavenger hunt. Y/N Y/L/N, Lexi Walker, and Brad Davis, congratulations!" Applause shattered all around you while you, Brad, and Lexi were hugging and high-fiving.

"Get on up here," Lacy shouted. You three were pushed forward by the other kids. You all walked up the steps and stopped in the middle of the large stage. Lacy and Jack turned to grab something and when they were facing you again, you saw what it was and you laughed. They were holding three makeshift crowns, made of cardboard. They were colored yellow (probably with a Crayola marker) and had big colorful jewels glued on the tips.

"Do you like em,'" Lacy asked with glee, "Me and Jack made them while everyone was out."

"I love them," you told her truthfully. The two of them approached your group and crowned you all separately as you stood in the middle with Lexi to your right and Brad to your left.

Jack stepped back, "Ladies and gentlemen, fellow students of Midtown High, let's hear it for the first winners of our very own theater games!"

Applause and cheering roared all around you. You smiled but then remembered something. Leaning to the side towards your friend, you whispered, "Hey Lex, what were you talking about with Mr. Morita, y'know, when you had to distract him for us?" She grinned at you evilly. "I told him that all the girls' bathrooms in the building should have a handful of free menstrual products because incidents happen every day and distract us from our schoolwork."

You threw your head back laughing as she laughed along with you. "Lexi! What did he say?"

"He got so flustered I barely kept him out of his office as long as I did." She told you and you laughed even more. "I can't believe you had the confidence to actually do that," you choked out between fits of laughter. Everyone was still clapping below you. She only shrugged, "Someone had to do it. I was just fortunate to be handed the opportunity." She said it so wisely, you didn't know whether to laugh some more or solemnly nod.

You looked down at your watch and realized rehearsal had actually ended a few minutes ago. You stepped forward, "Thank you, everyone, really. I hope you all had as much fun as I did because I had a blast," you looked back at your friends and smiled, "but, as you know, all good things have to end. It's getting late and before we all start heading home I wanted to talk to you all about something,"

"The day after tomorrow is the last rehearsal for us which really sucks because I always look forward to these things. No, seriously, sometimes they're the only thing to get me through the day." Chuckles and little shouts of agreement spread around the group, "And the day after that, is the long-awaited play we all worked so hard on. And as much as I can't wait to see how amazing everyone's going to do," you looked at Lexi, who smiled right back, "I'll miss seeing your faces every day so, please, if you see me in the hall or in class or something, don't be a stranger. And at our next rehearsal, Mrs. Lightbody will definitely be back so I expect everyone to keep their mouths shut about today. Or none of us will live to make it to opening night."

Everyone clapped with a few people yelling things like "wWe'llmiss you too Y/N" and "Don't worry, this won't be the end of us!" that last one was Jack being as dramatic as ever. You laughed, "Great, now everyone, get your asses home before I get kicked off the cast for keeping you all too late."

Everyone was running around getting their things ready and you were about to do the same when you remembered something. "Hey Lace, Jack," you called them over, "what are you gonna do with everything?"

they looked at each other and smirked before looking back at you, "oh don't worry Y/N, that's for us to worry about." he told you, setting unease in your mind.

You chuckled stiffly, "Um, well, be careful I guess?" They laughed, "Of course we will Y/N/N." Lacy said.

"Ok, well then I'm gonna get going now, bye!" You waved at them and they both waved back. You stepped off the stage, grabbing your bag from the corners of the steps where you'd left it. You were almost at the door when you heard your name being called. Turning around you saw Brad

"Oh, hey Davis," you smiled. "hey Y/N. I was wondering if I could walk home with you," and if you didn't know any better, you'd think he sounded a little nervous.

You laughed, "Of course, you can Brad," you started walking out the door, "unless you're trying to kidnap me then no." you deadpanned, making him laugh. He put up both hands, "Hey, my criminal record is clean and I plan on keeping it that way."

You were outside now and the roads were wet. Apparently, it had rained while you guys were getting it crazy back at school. You fake pouted, "Ugh, that sucks. I have a thing for bad boys," you smiled up at him widely. He dramatically threw his head to the side, getting rid of the hair that had fallen on his face. "Well, I'm as bad as they come."

"Oh?" you questioned, raising a brow. He nodded and leaned in, putting a hand to cover his mouth as he whispered in your ear, "One time, I was trying to parallel park between two cars and I accidentally hit one of them so I got scared just and left."

You burst out laughing, "Oh my god, I was not expecting that. BRAD! you committed a hit and run!" You laughed some more as he just shrugged, "What can I say? I'm just that cool." You fake swooned on him, throwing a hand on your forehead, "Oh my goodness Brad Davis, take me now!"

he laughed as you pushed yourself off him, laughing along with him. It was like that for the rest of the way and you realized how funny he was. He went along with all your bits (which was always appreciated) and made some himself. The walk went by quickly and was over faster than you would've liked.

You stopped in front of the door to your apartment building, "Well this is me." Brad stopped beside you. "Y'know," you started, "you're way cooler than I thought Davis."

He laughed, "Glad you finally figured that out. Maybe we could do this again sometime?"

You nodded, "Yeah, I think I'd like that." He grinned, "Great." you two sat there just staring at each other for a few seconds, the only sound was water hitting the ground as it fell out of gutters, and when he looked like he was about to open his mouth and say something, a car honked and splashed the two of you, leaving the two of you soaked from the side.

You squealed in surprise and laughed. "Holy shit! Well, my socks are ruined now." Brad laughed along and you missed the twinge of disappointment coating his features. "Well, see you tomorrow Brad!" you waved at him as you turned to walk into the building.

As you made your way up the stairs, you couldn't help the excitement still coursing through you. Maybe Spider-Man would pay you a visit. You had a lot to share after today.

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