#somebody lend me 3k of words and an ending

[athyathye]

Nanami! reader

But as a parental figure! Based from this request ♡

Notes 📝: This is mostly a scenario imagine♡ almost 3k words cuz i just love nanami! as for warnings, an anime spoiler ig, some curse words mentions of knifes, wounds, blood and more!

❥ Oh boy oh boy, having someone like nanami! Reader who could slap these boys back to their senses would be undoubtedly great.

❥ See, one of the many things they lack is adult supervision, an adult’s perspective as well as an adult’s experience. Don’t get me wrong, they’re not dumb, they’re just troubled youths who look forward to living life in a way that they could be proud of.

❥ They’re not severely misguided per se, but they lack the rationality one has in order to navigate through life. Normal for someone their age.

❥ But they also are unfortunate enough, not having someone to guide them through their problems, not having someone they could look up to for advice or whatnot. Not having somebody to talk them out of their bad behavior.

❥ This is where Nanami! Reader comes in. Business suit and all that jazz, witnessing a gang fight between teenagers. He sighed through his nose, turning around and pretending to not see anything.

❥ He was willing to keep a blind eye, that was until he heard the pained voice of one of the rowdy boy from the winning side. The morally right side of him could never just ignore the calling of help.

❥ “Ah...My leg hurts. I think I broke it, help me get up” “F*ck I can’t, I think I broke my right arm too” “Come on, Mikey’s home isn’t that far away, just endure it for a bit.”

❥ Nanami sighed once again. Turning around before walking to the area where the boys have huddled closer together. “What do you want, old fart? Here to report us or something?” The nearest person spoke with such malice. But that kind of malice was something you were used to.

❥ “Such injuries won’t heal without real medical assistance.” You said monotonously. Ignoring the amount of eyes on you as one of them scoffed. “And? So what? It’s nothing we can’t handle.”

❥ “Sigh...what a pain.” “What did you say?” The tallest of the boys spoke, the end of his braid drenched in blood as he clutched his broken arm. “Don’t misunderstand. I’m merely trying to help because my consciousness wouldn’t allow me to sleep if I just left you all here.”

❥ “Well ain’t you a saint” A boy who had long beautiful dark hair spoke up, leaning against the wall with an unfriendly frown. You bit back a retort before looking directly at them through the lens of your glasses. “Come on. I’ll take you lot to the hospital-” “We don’t need it! Do us a favor and leave, old man!” A small but tough looking individual shouted, as if he was tired of just hearing your voice.

❥ “Ha. Why must children be so stubborn.” Your hand brushed through your hair, irritation bubbling inside you as you glanced at their faces filled with nothing but dislike and contempt towards you.

❥ “Who you callin’ a kid, *ssh*le!?” Baji yelled before kneeling down to cough up some blood. “You. Stop shouting, you’re disturbing the neighborhood” you walked closer to him, dodging the punch he tried to send you. Ultimately holding him down once he tried to land more attacks.

❥ “If a person offers you help you take it.-” “We just said-” “Do not cut me off while I’m speaking. That’s basic manners.” You glared at the blue-haired boy who just looked away once your eyes landed on him.

❥ “As I was saying. I am not helping you because of my emotions, but take advantage of other people when they try to help. The time they offer is the time you are helpless. Exploit them to the best of their abilities, you never know when someone is willing to lend a hand.”

❥ Your words were something they’ve never really heard nor expected before. They expected a good scolding, A bunch of name calling of how much they’re ruining the society. It struck a chord within them that made them lower their guard a tad bit.

❥ Fortunately, your car was just enough to fit the individuals present, a bit cramped but just enough that they were still comfortable. As you were driving, pairs of eyes never left your figure but still, you kept your eyes on the road.

❥ “What’s your deal?” Mikey spoke up, riding shotgun. His eyes were deeply scanning you by the rear-view mirror. You stayed silent, only the sound of the car’s engine was filling the silence.

❥ “...Next time, don’t go easily into someone’s car like that.” “Hah? Seriously? You’re the one who invite-” Baji’s voice grew louder after every word he spoke. “Ask for identification at the very least. Had it not occurred to you how reckless your decision was?” “Then where-”

❥ Draken, who was quiet the whole ride, began to ask, but the moment your car stopped it has already answered his question.

❥ “Doesn’t feel good to get cut off, does it?” You held back a small smile from seeing the agitated expression of the black-haired male in the middle of the backseat. You could tell he was the most violent one, he let out an aggressive “Hmph” Before opening the car door himself.

❥ Though you did help them on the way, they still couldn’t help but be wary of you. Your words contradicted the gentleness your touch provided when you helped, but the stoicness of your face made them unable to discern your actual thoughts or emotions.

❥ The sun began to set, yet the boys were still getting patched up. It might have been worse than what you expected. One of them, with the lesser injuries, sat beside you as the clock in the hallway continued to tick.

❥ You were skimming through the newspaper, but the constant small movements of the person next to you caused you to be unable to focus. You discreetly glanced at him, seeing the clear trouble in his eyes. “Why does a child like you have the eyes of someone who had gone through at least 30 years of bad luck.”

❥ Takemichi sweatdropped from your comparison, opting to just shake his head and question your way of addressing them “Why are you calling me a child? I’m a teen at most.” “A teen...For someone like me who’s lived far longer than you, you are a child. Even if you were my age, a person at least 20 years older would also regard you as a child.”

❥ “What’s your point? I can’t deal with your mind games…” Takemitchy sighed, turning his body so that he was fully facing you, his eyes cleared a small amount which you could tell, a simple distraction would do him good.

❥ “You look stressed, even more than me who’s had to work overtime.” You put down the newspaper, rolling it before laying it beside you. “The accumulation of little to big despairs in life is what makes an adult, you’re ten years too early to have such an emotion in your eyes.”

❥ “Then again, it doesn’t really matter. Whether you’re an adult or a child the pain of something being taken away from you like a toy or a person hurts just as much. You will pull through or move on eventually, don’t dwell on negative thoughts.”

❥ You leaned on the wall behind you, looking directly at the clock that continued to tick Though with the way the younger male wiped his eyes repeatedly told you, you’ve hit the mark.

❥ The rest of the boys walked through the doors, each of them having bandages covering different parts of their body, one had crutches while one had his arm wrapped. Their gazes in you were expectant. They wanted to know what you would say or do next.

❥ After all, it was the first time they let an adult boss them around as a whole. You stood up, turning around to the direction of your exit, meanwhile they looked down. Attaching a meaning to your actions, Each had their own thoughts, sadness, longingness and or anger it was all they felt.

❥ “You’re young so it is fine to act spoiled and do what you want. But please make an effort to prove you are useful.” Hah. they were used to sympathy, they were also used to people cursing at them. It was either one or the other, but your words told them you were someone they could really ask for advice. Someone...they’ve never really had before.

❥ “The sun has set, tell me your address, I’ll drive you home, it is dangerous at night. Even for gangsters like you.” All of the present boys looked down, trying to control their facial expressions. Even Mikey had a genuine smile on his face. His hand was travelling to the back of his neck before he yelped from the slight pain of his broken arm.

❥ But one of them had not a feeling of warmth.

❥ After driving everyone home, you ran yourself a bath in order to lessen the stress and fatigue that had built up. You walked out of the bathroom, hair wet with a bathrobe draped over your body, but surely what you didn’t expect was one of the familiar boys.

❥ “How did you get in?” You calmly asked, glancing to the direction of your door only to see it completely ransacked. An irk mark appeared on your forehead as the boy in front of you, who was sitting on your couch.

❥ “Tsk, breaking and entering, destruction of private property and more. Surely, this is enough to land you-” “Hey, old man you’re smart. No, Chifuyu said that word...what was it again...It starts with a W wait let me think!”

❥ You resisted the urge to facepalm. “Wise?” “yeah! That!” “So? What exactly have you come for? After nicely barging into my apartment like that.”

❥ “...You gotta promise me you won’t tell anyone.” It was exactly as you expected, the rowdiest was always the ones in need of guidance. He still had the innocence of a child, albeit buried under his behavior.

❥ “By anyone, you mean your friends right? The others you were with” “Yea- wait no- just don’t tell anyone in general!” “You do not have to worry about that, surely no companion of mine is interested in whatever a chil-”

❥ “My friend’s gonna get killed.”

❥ Those words alone caused you to lose your train of thought. It was shocking enough that the boy broke into your cozy home, but to drop a bomb like that...He must have been pretty desperate. How hard it must have been to keep it all to himself.

❥ “I’m gonna be traitor. One of the things I hate the most.” You stayed quiet, letting Baji pick his words. You rubbed your eyes and he took that as a cue to continue.

❥ They say trust is delicate and hard to obtain, and this boy was desperate enough to trust a complete stranger.

❥ “One of the genuine lessons I’ve learned in life…” you could tell this boy wasn’t someone who could understand your logic, avoiding to complicate your words you spoke “Is that it is nothing but pure sh*t.”

❥ “Pfft- you got that right.” Baji agreed, raising his once drooping head to look at you with open ears. “People are also sh*t. Both are equally sh*t so you should just stick to what you believe is the right choice. Even if it could cost you your morals in the way.”

❥ “...Yeah, I should. ‘S only a matter of time too. Thanks man you clea-” “Do not call me that.”

❥ “Then smart *ss!” “I will slap you.”

❥ The day Baji dreaded came. He had no regrets really, you helped him from time to time (He broke into your house so much you gave him a key.)

❥  He was confident that he could pull it off, he managed to squeeze out a compliment from the stuck up you. He swore to god, that was the biggest accomplishment he’s had.

❥ He smiled as he thought back to the way you patted his head while telling him to not care about whatever the consequences was. His hand travelled to the area you touched as he closed his eyes. Then, the fight commenced.

❥ Meanwhile, you had just hurriedly left work. It was not a surprise another one of the boys seeked you out, though this one had to scour through the area just to find you.

❥ Takemitchy began crying the moment he saw your uptight face. Murmuring words like “I’m so happy you’re alive! I’m sorry!” None of it made sense for you who had no context whatsoever. But if it was serious enough for him to plead and kneel for your help, then who were you to say no?

❥ What was supposed to be only a fight became intense once you saw the brutal way they ganged up on one person. You looked around for takemitchy, only to see him desperately looking around for you as well. He met your gaze and you could almost see the joy in his eyes.

❥ He pointed to the stacked cars, the place where Baji stood. You nodded, understanding that you both were to keep him safe. You were only for emergency stakes, but the moment an unfamiliar figure came rushing to Baji’s side carrying something shiny that blinded your vision for a second, you were out running and calling his name.

❥ You were near. Rightfully so.

❥ “What the hell do you think you’re doing!? Old man!” Baji shouted as soon as he saw the red drenching your button shirt. “Did you think I couldn’t handle it!? You underestimated me, is that why you’re here!?” Maybe he was more worried than angry, but couldn’t really show through his words. But his facial expression said enough.

❥ “It was never a matter of underestimating you or not...I am an adult and you are a child” Takemitchy helped you steady your standing, breathing through the pain you smiled at them.

❥ “I have a duty prioritizing your life before mine.” You saw the way they both flinched, eyes glossing over as they tried to look for a way to get you out of here. Thankfully, you weren’t stupid enough to get yourself in the situation recklessly.

❥ “Go grab your friend, His state isn’t the best, even a dog could tell” “I’m fine-” Mikey who heard your words, leaned down on the car before he closed his eye from the trickling blood. “That’s not fine.” You cut him off.

❥ “Oi! Police! Police is here! F*ck! Everybody run!”

❥ You closed your eyes before clenching your teeth from the sharp pain your wound sent. “Go. Run.”

❥ “I can’t defend you if you get caught. Get the others back to my apartment, I contacted somebody so make sure you everybody.”

❥ “Old man...you’re lame as f*ck but a damn lifesaver. I f*cking owe you one.” His crude words certainly weren't meant to uplift, but still, you were glad you managed to save a life and a friendship this time around. “Just run, you trouble child”

❥ “I got it from here.”

❥ A few days passed. You went home that day to see one of your colleagues smoking in your living room with used and bloody cotton around her. You grimaced from the sight as you put out her cigarette yourself.

❥ “You became a dad? Damn.” “Shut it.”

❥ What was supposed to be a recuperating day was ruined the moment your door was kicked open. “Um...oops.” Baji muttered as he dragged the others inside with him. Snickering at the way Draken looked up in amazement, wondering why he hasn’t hit anything with his tall body.

❥ “Old fart! You saved our asses. Thank you. I mean it.” Baji, the boy who cussed you out at every meeting, the boy who came into your home with no care about your belongings, bowed down at an exact 90 degree angle. It greatly shocked the others, but one by one they followed suit.

❥ “Hmm, did you think that came without a price? Teenagers like you need to get their back straightened out by someone.” You sipped at the coffee, putting the cup down as you faced them with your glasses glinting.

❥ “And that someone is me”

❥ They came home that day with sore muscles, more tired than when they go out fighting with rival gangs. What did you make them do? A story for another time. You chuckled as you folded a frilly maid dress.

❥ Though a paper fell out of it as soon as you flipped it. Curious, you opened it, only to get an irm mark from its contents.

❥ Could you guess what was in it?

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers oneshot #Toman #tokyo revengers headcanons #Crossover ig

[donttellpeterparker]

HSMTMTS Part 4

Summary: Coming into Junior Year things were going to be different. With my handsome and sweet Senior boyfriend on my arm, I could do and be anything I wanted, nothing was going to stop me... except... of course... maybe him.

Requested: Yes xx You must be hating how long this is getting xo

Word Count: 3k+

Warning(s)?: god fiNALLY SOME FLUFF BUt like with a lil angst whoops (Italics in quotation are lyrics), Written in third and first person which is something different, Yes this is following the script from the show so please no comments about how it's exactly like it because... that's kinda the point :)

Taglist: Open

MERRY CHRISTMAS BABES! HAPPY HOLIDAYS (And if you don't celebrate Christmas HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY <3)

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HSMTMTS

''Can I get you to move a little closer to each other?'' Mrs Jen smiled, directing both EJ and I closer as the other cast members looked on with questioning glances. I could tell what they where thinking. What's wrong with them? They're a couple, why is it so awkward? Aren't they together?

Answer, no we weren't anymore, not that it was anyone's business. I was so tried of being lied to and left with nothing, nothing but my own wild guesses. EJ tried explaining but I couldn't hear it, everything was lie. The play during the summer, the lead part I got, a lie. The last school musical part, also a lie. Even a present he gave me was a lie, a used lie by his ex-girlfriend. Annoyance didn't even cover what I was feeling towards him.

''Come on, guys, we are blocking this as a love story, not a SARS epidemic'' Mrs Jen tried to joke through the tension. I stepped closer towards him, EJ doing the same though trying to get my attention while doing so.

''Troy, once the intro begins, cross downstage and plant yourself at the piano. Gabriella, you slowly approach the piano, and rest an arm on it, naturally. Okie dokie! Now, Let's take it from 'Wow, now that's really nice''' Mrs Jen instructs. As per usual, Peter wasn't here so EJ filled in as his understudy. I was almost tempted to get Gina, my understudy who had been trying to steal my spot take this one.

''Wow, now that's really nice'' EJ states awkwardly, his enthusiasm stiff. I grimace as the piano softly began to play. This was going to be a long rehearsal.

~*~*~*~*

''How do people like that live with themselves? How do they sleep at night?'' I babbled on, holding the cup of coffee in my cold hands. My best friend sat across from me, holding her own beverage inside our favorite little cafe.

''Like a shark. Eyes open'' If I wasn't so down I'd probably laugh.

''We've been dating for, like, three months and I don't even know this person'' I exclaimed, throwing my hands to the side before returning them back to my cup, taking a sip.

''Sweetie, it's called a blind spot. Everybody's got 'em. Why do you think I flunked my driving test?'' She folded her hands forward now, smiling a little which caused me to smile softly.

''If he's willing to do that to somebody, how long before he tries to poison me?'' Again, asking aloud but was very grateful for the ears my best friend was lending me in my time of need.

''I'm gonna get us some food'' She stood up, sighing to herself as I was lost deep in thought. A few moments later she came back, snapping me out of it.

''These are your choices, a very sad-looking bran muffin or some really shriveled-up carrots'' I scrunch my nose up, not liking either. I glanced down at them, picking up the muffin packet.

''Don't look now, but you're shark's cousin is here'' I glanced back up and then pivoted my head around, spotting Ashlyn. I smiled softly towards her. Hoping for a smile back, she gave me a timid look instead, quickly retreating. I hop up fast, chasing after her.

''Hey! Ashlyn! You don't have to avoid me'' I call out, noticing her pick up her helmet from her bike.

''No. I'm not avoiding, I just decided to make a half-caff mocha frappe at home'' She faked a smile.

''Look, Ashlyn, no matter what happens between me and EJ, there's no bad blood between us. I mean, you might have some because you're related to him, but that's not your fault'' I chuckled, getting off track.

''Y/N, I really don't want to be in the middle''

''Wait, you're not. It's not like you knew what he did'' She instantly frowned. My awkward smile fell a little, realising.

''Oh. You knew what he did, and you knew about the hot egg? His ex-girlfriend?'' I asked.

''Not till today'' She responded, frowning herself at her stupid cousin. I sighed in relief.

''But, I'm not totally surprised''

''Are you totally disgusted?'' I asked a little incredulously.

''A little, but he's EJ. He tends to do the wrong things for the right reasons''

''No, you cannot possibly defend him'' I began, growing slightly annoyed.

''No, I'm not. I'm not. Look, I know what he did sucks, but he loves you... and he's hurting right now and...'' Ashlyn tried reasoning, feeling a little silly for even backing up her cousin in the first place.

''Yeah, and what? What am I supposed to do with that?''

''Find some way to forgive him?'' As much as I hated to say it, she did have a point. But it was not going to be that easy, he did a lot of unforgivable things. Why does he deserve a second chance?

~*~*~*~*

My thoughts consumed me again once I got home. I went straight up to my room and stayed in there, even missed dinner because I wasn't feeling very well. I felt sick to my stomach thinking about everything, I wish I could turn my brain off and stop. The only thing that usually calmed me down wasn't here anymore.

I didn't even bother checking my phone once I heard it go off.

''Hey hot stuff'' I answered with a smile. My best friend laughed through the phone, sending a greeting back.

''Just checking to make sure you're okay'' She was honestly the best.

''Yeah, I'm fine'' I lied smoothly, walking over towards my bed.

''You sure?'' She asked in a disbelieving tone.

''Uh, yeah. It happened, it's over, life goes on. Plus, I just blocked EJ's number, so... Problem solved!'' Sometimes she was the only person who could see through the mask.

''You know it's okay to be sad, too, right?'' I bit my lip, not wanting to cry.

''Yeah, I know''

''Y/N, it's okay to be sad'' I looked up towards my window, smiling sadly.

''Yeah. Okay, thanks hun''

''Call me anytime, okay?'' A genuine smile now coated my lips.

''I will. You're the best. Mwah bye-bye'' I sing-songed at the end before hanging up the phone. I soon found myself frowning again, my thoughts immediately rushing back in. My body fell backwards, landing on the soft pile of cushions underneath. I let my eyes wander the star-covered ceiling, humming to myself. A few seconds later I sat back up again, reaching out towards the end of my bed for my electronic keyboard.

My fingertips were already dancing across the keys, a melody softly beginning to form. It wasn't hard to find the lyrics to how I was feeling, using my heart as the words and my hands as the melody, everything fell into place.

''I found a boy, told me I was a star... Held the door, held my hand in the dark... And he's perfect on paper, but he's lying to my face... Does he think that I'm the kinda girl that needs to be saved?...'' I stopped myself once I heard the upstairs bathroom door open and close loudly, a voice echoing.

''Thanks Carol!'' I recognised the voice. My hands stilled. I quickly hopped off of my bed and walked over towards my closed bedroom door, opening it to leave the room. I closed it behind me and made my way down the stairs.

''Uh... hey mum?'' My words formed more of a question once I saw her prepping the sofa with pillows and a blanket.

''Hi, there'' She smiled, looking up to face me.

''Whose are those?'' I asked, gesturing down towards the boy-style sneaks near the bottom of the stairs. They looked like-

''Peter's''

''Why are they here?'' Teeth were biting my bottom lip.

''Because the rest of him is in the bathroom changing into pajamas, or whatever else I gave him to wear''

''Mum'' A soft whine left my throat.

''Hold on, hold on. There's something going on at home. It has something to do with his Aunty... Her and Happy are back in town, engaged. I already called her to let them know he was spending the night here'' She finished.

''Spending the night?'' My eyes widen. We both hear the door open from upstairs, our heads turning for a moment.

''Mum, I can't deal with any more drama today. Please...'' I begged. My mum stepped forward.

''Sweetheart...''

''I have had the worst day ever'' The words tumbled out. I hadn't even wanted to tell them anything.

''Sweetie, I'm guessing not as bad as his'' I glanced down, biting my lip.

''Yeah'' Soft footsteps tracked down the stairs. I turned around once my mum glanced up behind me with a warm smile.

''Hey'' Peter greeted my, eyes a little wide. I scrunched my lips together and nodded back at him.

''Well, I gotta say, that looks better on you than it does on me'' Mum jokes, pointing towards the shirt he was wearing. Even I smiled a little.

''Uh, It's kinda comfy'' Peter responds, chuckling.

''Well, so are my birkenstocks, but let's draw the line here'' The both of them chuckle. My lips only pursed in response.

''Yeah. Well... sleep tight'' Mum said softly.

''Hey, thanks again for letting me stay. Thank you'' Peter stumbled over his words, a small blush on his cheeks due to slight embarrassment. Mum just shook her head.

''Anytime'' She said before walking up the stairs.

''I probably should've called you, and asked how you feel about me being here. I didn't...'' He began once mum was out of sight.

''It's okay. You wouldn't have reached me. I turned my phone off'' I stayed still, rocking slowly on my spot. My feet stopped once Peter walked past me, looking completely exhausted. He headed straight for the couch but stayed standing, his eye looking distant.

''So, what's going on at home?'' I asked cautiously.

''I don't...'' Peter stammered, turning around.

''Well, if things ever get really tense, you know you can always hang here'' I threw my hands to the side with a soft laugh, trying to ease him a little. He sat down, eyes still looking straight ahead.

''I'm really scared'' Peter smacked his lips.

''I'm really scared this time'' Peter knew that his Aunt and Happy were getting close, dating even. But he thought she'd never look into marriage ever again, not since Uncle Ben... He was even a little mad that she would consider it, marrying someone else. Her and Uncle Ben were perfect, they raised him perfectly and in a loving home. When he died, he watched his Aunt fall into depression, barely showing any emotions for at least a year afterwards. The funeral was the second hardest day of his life, the first being saying goodbye to his parents without even realising.

Uncle Ben was his entire support system, his role model in life. He grew into a father figure, someone irreplaceable. The thought of his Aunt May going through all of that again scared the hell out of him. Peter never felt like he was going to accept Happy into the family, the spot was already taken and he couldn't see why May would want to add another.

He couldn't see her lose another person she loved, a person Peter may even love himself one day. Losing three parental figures was enough for a lifetime.

''It feels different already'' And they weren't even married yet.

''Oh, But... I mean, that's all it is right? Different? Doesn't necessarily mean that it's bad'' I tried to soothe, walking over to sit next to him. He turns to face me, eyes and face slightly red and blotchy. He had been crying.

''It's really hard to talk about it, you know? N-not with you, but anyone else, it's like...'' He trails off, glancing at me then straight ahead again.

''Well, you can always talk to me about anything anytime, okay?'' My heart was breaking for him. I know how much it hurt him to lose Uncle Ben, I didn't know him at the time but he spoke about him a lot, especially when we first started dating.

''I know, things are kinda weird between us, but, um, we're friends, right?''

''Yep'' Peter nodded, his eyes still on me. It was hard not to get lost in them. Every second passing I could feel myself being pulled back in, the thumping in my chest growing and growing. A warmth had settled in my stomach.

''You know that'' My voice broke near the end, softening. My eyes fell to his lips before meeting his eyes again. A breath hitched in my throat, the softest gasp leaving my parted lips. My chest was growing warm, heart beginning to beat a little faster. I still couldn't look away. Not when he was looking at me with a soft expression, his own eyes darting towards my lips then my eyes.

''Uh, do you need a pillow?'' I bounced up, glancing behind me then back towards him, trying to shake the overwhelming feelings. Peter sniffled, snapping himself out of it as well.

''Or... yeah'' Peter had to force his eyes away from her lips.

''Or no. No that's great'' He failed miserably. The feelings he had been pushing down for months rushing to the surface, spilling over.

''Yeah, thank you'' He was stumbling over his words, growing nervous.

''Okay. No problem'' My words sounded stiff and awkward but I tried to smile anyway. We just stopped and stared at each other for a second, not knowing what to do.

''Good night, Peter'' I spoke up, breaking the silence first. Without thinking, I lent forwards and wrapped my arms around him. It was a huge mistake, and I immediately tried to lean away once I felt the rush of tingles and the warmth spreading around me, enveloping me like a blanket. His arms circled around me before I could move.

Peter's features softened again, thankful for the comfort he was so desperately seeking. I exhaled, letting myself lose a battle with my self control. I hugged him a little tighter, almost needing it for myself. It was uncanny, the way my body was still responding to his touch so easily, becoming putty in his hands. With my self control dwindling by the second, I needed to retreat soon before I ended up doing something I'd regret.

But he was so warm and inviting and... intoxicating. I couldn't get enough.

My brain soon switched back on, pulling my body away slowly. I could feel my heart beating loudly in my chest, ringing in my ears. My mind forced me to look down, my self control slowly coming back.

But I made the deadly mistake of looking up, meeting his chocolaty, brown eyes. I was already done for. Peter must have felt it too, looking down at me as if I was the most gorgeous and fragile thing he ever saw. He instinctively bought a hand up to cup my cheek, swooping down quickly to close the small gap between our parted lips.

My heart was wanting to burst out of my chest, warmth radiating from his soft lips to my own, trembling ones. He held my cheek still, his other hand still on my waist not letting me go. Peter could feel it too, his heart almost leaping out painfully. His emotions are terribly heightened by his spidey-senses.

My eyes drifted close on their own, my heart winning a losing battle for the tiniest of moments. Self control what?

I pulled away swiftly, my eyes quickly opening to gaze into his. The same aww expression mirroring my own.

''You can't do that'' The tone was a little hoarse, it was even breaking a little.

''I know... I'm sorry'' His hand was still cupping my face. I needed to remove myself from here before I pulled him back in for another swee-

''I'll grab you some more pillows, these ones are quite flat'' I lept away as if I was just burned, my eyes going glassy as I bounded up the stairs towards my bedroom. My hand shut the door so fast, my breathing becoming irregular and slightly strained.

A lone tear left my eye and fell down, another one soon followed, then another. Before I knew it I was crying, crying over how painfully fast my heart was beating. Crying over the tingling warmth still dancing across my lips. Crying over the boy just meters away who had somehow broken my heart all over again.

After 10 minutes I managed to calm myself down enough to stop crying, my heart going back to it's original rhythm. I gathered the pillows and slowly walked back down the stairs, leaving me bedroom door open.

The pillows, blanket and my mum's clothes were neatly folded on top of the lounge, Peter nowhere in sight. My eyes were tearing up again, a pillow falling from my grip.

Again, I returned to my bedroom, willing myself not to cry. The keyboard was still on my bed, my mouth humming the tune again as I sat down, playing as I let my heart sing the words.

''And there's one more boy, he's from my past... We fell in love but it didn't last... 'Cause the second I figured it out, he pushes me away... I won't fight for love if you won't meet me halfway... And I say that I'm through but this song is still for you... All I want is love that lasts.... Is all I want too much to ask?... Is it something wrong with me?... All I want is a good guy... Are my expectations far too high?... Try my best but what can I say?... All I have is myself at the end of the day... But shouldn't that be enough for me?......''

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A/N: Wowzie up to 4! Here was an action-packed part! There was angst and softness and sweetness and tenderness and- you get the point xx Heart and comment what you think lovelies xx And please let me know if you guys are liking this, if not I'll stop writing parts xo

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