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- madison beer

- qsmp !!

- the marvel cinematic universe (bucky barnes and peter parker in particular <3)

- and other things such as criminal minds, teen wolf, the walking dead, stranger things + books such as the shatter me series, powerless, the prison healer, the off campus series and more…

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3:07am

pairings → jschlatt x reader

warnings → none

summary → y/n wakes up at 3am and finds schlatt gaming instead of sleeping next to her.

The room was dark when you woke up.

For a second you stayed half asleep, reaching across the bed automatically until your hand hit cold sheets instead of Schlatt.

You frowned slightly, blinking sleep from your eyes before sitting up.

The apartment was quiet except for the faint clicking of keyboard keys coming from the other room.

Of course.

You pushed the blankets off and shuffled out of bed, still tired enough that your legs felt heavy.

The hallway light was off, the only glow coming from his office.

Schlatt sat at his desk with his headset on, monitor lighting up the room in blue. He looked up the second he heard you walk in.

His expression softened immediately.

“Hey sweetheart” he said quietly. “Why are you awake?”

You rubbed at one eye tiredly, hair messy from sleep. One of his old shirts hung off your frame with a pair of shorts barely visible underneath.

“Woke up and you weren’t there” you mumbled.

“M’sorry” he said quietly. “Just couldn’t sleep.”

You walked over slowly, still half asleep, and stopped beside his chair.

Schlatt looked at you for a second before patting his lap lightly.

The second you climbed into it, his arm wrapped around your waist automatically, pulling you against his chest while he adjusted his headset off one ear.

You tucked your face into his neck immediately, warm and sleepy.

His hand rubbed slowly up and down your back while the game continued quietly on the monitor.

“You gonna come back to bed soon?” you asked after a minute.

“Yeah” he murmured, pressing a kiss against your temple. “In a little.”

You nodded slightly, already drifting off again against him.

A few minutes later your breathing evened out completely, asleep in his lap while he sat there with one arm around you.

Schlatt glanced down at you before quietly muttering, “Yeah, alright.”

He shut his game off first, then his PC, the room going quieter immediately.

Carefully, so he wouldn’t wake you, he slid his arms underneath you and stood up.

You stirred slightly against his chest but didn’t wake up as he walked over to your shared room.

He pulled the blankets back with one hand before laying you down gently, climbing in right after you.

The second he settled beside you, you moved toward him instinctively in your sleep.

He let out a quiet breath through his nose before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against his chest, pressing a kiss to your head.

author’s note: short but cute :p

taglist: @ameiis @unlust-fvck @petalsmoons @weepingwillow178 @melon-bawler @gyeolred @aliciaswanx @littleskeletonprincessss

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just me

pairings → jschlatt x reader

warnings → panicking from being claustrophobic? idk if that’s even a warning but thought I’d put it anyway :p

summary → schlatt and y/n spent months pretending nothing was there between them. Getting stuck in an elevator finally forces them to stop lying.

The argument started sometime around midnight.

You didn’t even remember what caused it now.

Something stupid at the party. Some smug comment Schlatt made under his breath about the guy you’d been talking to for maybe ten minutes before Schlatt interrupted and ruined the entire conversation.

Which was apparently his favorite hobby lately.

And honestly? It was getting exhausting.

Because the worst part was that everybody knew.

Ted knew. Charlie knew. You knew. Schlatt definitely knew.

God, half the people at the party probably thought you were already together.

You and Schlatt argued too much for people not to notice there was something weird underneath it.

You acted like you couldn’t stand each other while simultaneously orbiting around each other all night at every party.

It was ridiculous.

The problem was that nothing had actually happened.

Just months of tension and jealousy and arguments that sounded dangerously close to flirting.

So technically, Schlatt had absolutely no reason to glare at every guy that talked to you, especially the ones that weren’t even flirting in the first place.

“You’re actually insufferable” you snapped while walking to the elevator lobby.

Schlatt trailed behind you, hitting the button for the penthouse floor without looking at you. “Yeah? You’ve said that like four times tonight. Get creative.”

“Maybe if you stopped acting like a jealous asshole-“

“I’m not jealous.”

You laughed sharply. “Please.”

The elevator doors slid shut behind you.

“You flirt with people just to annoy me” he shot back.

“Oh my god, not everything is about you.”

“You literally kept looking at me while talking to him.

“Because you were staring at us like you were about to attack him?!” you exclaimed.

“That guy was a moron, he was asking to be attacked”

“You didn’t even know him!”

“I knew enough.”

You scoffed loudly, crossing your arms while the elevator continued upward.

The tension in the small space felt suffocating already.

Schlatt dragged a hand through his hair with an irritated sigh before suddenly reaching over and hitting the emergency stop button.

The elevator jerked hard before stopping completely.

You blinked.

“…What did you just do?”

“I’m not having this conversation with random people walking in every two seconds.”

“yeah well we can have it somewhere else schlatt I’m fucking claustrophobic” you said, pushing him aside and pressing the button yourself to move the elevator up.

it did nothing.

you pressed it again.

and again.

“Schlatt-“

“let me try” he said, gently moving you to the side.

He pressed the button and nothing happened.

he kept pressing it but still nothing.

Your stomach dropped.

“Why isn’t it moving?”

“It’s fine.”

“Schlatt.”

“It’s okay.”

He hit another button.

Nothing.

The air suddenly felt too warm.

Too small.

The walls felt closer than they did thirty seconds ago.

“Okay” you said quickly. “Okay no, turn it back on.”

“I’m trying.”

“Why is it not working?”

He pressed the emergency button harder this time like that would somehow help.

Your breathing started going uneven immediately.

No.

No no no.

You took a step back until your shoulders hit the wall behind you.

The elevator suddenly felt tiny.

Tight.

Your chest hurt.

“Y/n-Hey-“

“I can’t-Schlatt, I can’t breathe-“

He looked at you properly then.

Really looked at you.

And all the irritation disappeared off his face instantly.

“Hey” he said again, softer this time.

You shook your head quickly, hands trembling slightly while you tried pulling in a full breath and couldn’t.

“Look at me.” he said, cupping your cheeks between his large hands.

“Y/n-hey-baby look at me” He repeated, his voice calmer.

Steadier.

The complete opposite of yours.

He stepped closer carefully, not too fast.

“Look at me” he repeated again quietly.

Your eyes finally lifted to his.

“We’re okay” he said softly. “Do you hear me? We’re fine.”

Your breathing stayed shaky.

“It’s too small in here.”

“I know-they’re gonna get us out, I need you to breathe first yeah? can you do that for me?” he asked, his thumbs brushing your cheeks.

You tried.

God, you tried.

But every breath kept catching halfway in your chest.

Schlatt stayed right there in front of you, hands still steady against your face while the elevator hummed quietly around you.

“Look at me” he said again gently. “Not the walls, Just me.”

Your eyes stayed locked on his.

“That’s it.”

You swallowed hard, trying to follow the slower rhythm of his breathing.

“In through your nose” he murmured. “Slow.”

You copied him shakily.

“Good.”

Another breath.

And another.

The panic didn’t disappear completely, but it stopped climbing quite as fast.

schaltt noticed immediately.

“There you go” he said quietly, like he was scared speaking too loud would ruin it. “Knew you could do it.”

Your hands were still trembling slightly where they gripped the sleeves of his jacket.

“I hate this” you whispered.

“I know.”

The argument from earlier felt stupid now.

Embarrassingly stupid.

You were still breathing unevenly when Schlatt carefully shifted closer, just enough that your forehead brushed against his shoulder for a second.

“C’mere” he muttered softly.

And maybe it was the panic or the adrenaline or the fact that he sounded nothing like the sarcastic asshole you’d been yelling at five minutes ago, but you let him pull you closer.

One arm wrapped carefully around your waist, grounding you there against him, while the other went into his pocket, grabbing his phone and shooting Ted a text.

“You’re okay” he repeated quietly. “I got you.”

Your eyes squeezed shut briefly.

The elevator still felt too small.

Still too warm.

But Schlatt felt solid.

Familiar.

Safe.

His chin rested lightly against the top of your head while he kept talking quietly just to keep you focused on him instead of everything else.

“You wanna know something annoying?” he murmured after a minute.

You let out a weak breath that almost sounded like a laugh. “What.”

“You were right.”

That made you crack one eye open slightly.

“About?”

“I was jealous.”

You blinked up at him.

Schlatt sighed quietly, one hand rubbing slowly against your back.

“I hated watching that guy talk to you” he admitted. “I hated watching any guy talk to you tonight.”

“You picked now to admit this?” you whispered.

“Well” he muttered dryly, “I’m trapped in a box with you, feels like the time.”

You laughed softly for the first time in the last ten minutes, your forehead still close to his shoulder.

Then you tilted your head back slightly to look at him properly.

“You know you didn’t have to act like that tonight, right?” you said quietly.

Schlatt frowned a little. “Like what?”

“Like every guy that talked to me was a threat.”

His jaw tightened slightly. “Y/n-”

“No, listen” you interrupted softly. “You didn’t have anything to worry about.”

He looked at you for a second, quieter now.

“Because you were the only person I wanted looking at me tonight.”

That shut him up instantly.

Completely.

The tension in his face disappeared all at once into something softer, like he was stunned.

Your eyes flicked down briefly to his lips before back up again.

“You know..” he said softly, voice rougher now, “I’ve kinda wanted to do this for a while.”

“Yeah?” you whispered.

“Mhm.”

Neither of you moved for a second.

Then slowly, carefully, you leaned in first.

Schlatt met you halfway immediately.

The kiss felt almost desperate underneath how soft it started, like months of tension and jealousy and almosts finally snapping all at once.

His hand slid against your waist instinctively, pulling you closer while your fingers curled tighter into his jacket.

And then the elevator jolted suddenly.

The doors slid open.

You both pulled apart so fast it was almost violent.

Ted stood there outside the elevator beside two workers from the building, Charlie just behind him looking halfway between concerned and deeply entertained.

Silence.

Ted looked between both of you.

At Schlatt’s hand still on your waist.

At your flushed face.

At the fact you were both standing way too close together.

Then he sighed dramatically.

“Seriously?” he said. “All it took was being trapped in an elevator? Are we serious?”

author’s note: I reallyyyyyy like this one :o

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happy birthday, schlatt.

pairings → jschlatt x reader

warnings → none really..

summary → What was supposed to be a simple birthday outing turns into the night Schlatt finally tells his best friend how he really feels.

requested by @schlattkisser ty sm for the idea :p

You ended up at the bar scrolling through your phone while waiting for your drink.

A group of drunk guys stumbled past behind you a little too fast, nearly knocking into the back of your chair.

Before you could even react, Schlatt stepped in behind you automatically, planting both hands against the edge of the bar on either side of you to block them off before they hit you again.

“Watch where you’re going” he muttered toward them.

The guys apologized quickly before disappearing back into the crowd.

You slowly turned in your seat until you were leaning back against the bar looking up at him.

“Aw” you said with a grin. “My protector.”

“Yeah, yeah” he replied flatly, though the corner of his mouth twitched a little. “What’d you order?”

“Vodka cranberry.”

He nodded once. “course..why’d I even ask?”

Schlatt stayed where he was though, standing close enough to block half the crowd from bumping into you again while people pushed past behind him.

“You having fun?” you asked after a second.

He looked down at you. “More now.”

The answer came out casual, like he didn’t realize how it sounded until after he said it.

You smiled into your drink.

It was strange how easy this still felt after months apart. Like no time had passed at all.

You and Schlatt had known each other nearly your entire lives. Childhood best friends in the most literal sense. Same schools, same neighborhood, same routines for years before life pulled you in different directions.

Now it was mostly texts and late night calls that lasted until one of you fell asleep first.

Charlie had invited you out for Schlatt’s birthday as a surprise, and after a last minute flight you somehow ended up here with him again for the first time in months.

You glanced toward the crowded dance floor before looking back at him.

“You wanna dance with me, big guy?”

Schlatt snorted immediately. “Nah, you know I don’t dance.”

“Coward.”

Before he could reply, a voice suddenly cut in from beside you.

“I’ll dance with you.”

You turned slightly to see some guy leaning against the bar next to yours, already smiling at you like he’d been listening in the whole time.

Schlatt’s expression flattened instantly.

The guy either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

“I mean” he continued casually, “someone should.”

You opened your mouth, mostly amused more than anything, but Schlatt spoke first.

“She’s good.”

The guy glanced at him. “I was asking her.”

“Yeah” Schlatt replied. “I heard you.”

You bit back a smile behind your drink.

The guy laughed awkwardly, still trying anyway. “C’mon, it’s one dance.”

“She flew across the country to see me” Schlatt said, voice calm but sharp enough underneath it to make your eyebrows lift slightly. “Pretty sure I get first dibs on her attention tonight.”

The guy looked between you both for a second before raising his hands. “Alright, Jesus-man..my bad.”

He disappeared back into the crowd a second later.

You looked back up at Schlatt slowly, trying to hide your smile behind your drink.

“What.” he said immediately.

“Nothing.”

“You’re making a face.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

You just shook your head, still smiling a little.

Schlatt rolled his eyes, but there was the faintest hint of amusement there as he took a sip of his drink.

And for a second, neither of you looked away.

It had been like this for a while now, too close, too familiar in a way that didn’t really feel normal anymore.

Friends didn’t look at each other like this.

Didn’t get jealous over random people at bars.

You both knew it.

Neither of you had said it out loud yet though.

Then, after a second, he nodded toward the dance floor.

“You still wanna dance?”

You blinked. “I thought you didn’t dance.”

“I don’t.”

“But?”

He looked at you for a second before shrugging one shoulder.

“You asked.”

Something in your chest flipped embarrassingly hard at how casual he made it sound.

“we don’t have to dance, I know you hate it so I won’t put you through that.”

Schlatt immediately let out a relieved breath.

“Oh thank god.”

You laughed quietly, shaking your head at him.

Another person bumped into him trying to get past and Schlatt looked ready to lose his mind.

“Actually” he muttered, glancing toward the exit, “I need air before I start fighting people in here, can we go outside?”

You laughed again. “Yeah, c’mon”

A few minutes later you were both sitting outside on the curb near the club, the cold air feeling way better after being packed inside for hours.

Cars passed by slowly while muffled music thumped through the walls behind you.

Schlatt leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, looking way more relaxed already.

“Better?” you asked.

“Way better.”

You smiled a little, looking over at him.

It still felt weird seeing him in person again after months of calls and texts and hearing his voice through a phone speaker.

Schlatt leaned back slightly against the curb before reaching into his jacket pocket.

You already knew what he was pulling out before he even lit it.

The cigarette glowed briefly in the dark as he took a drag, and without really thinking about it, you looked away toward the street to avoid the smoke.

A couple seconds passed.

Then you heard him sigh quietly under his breath. “Oh fuck” he muttered to himself, like he’d suddenly remembered that you hated it when he smoked.

You glanced back over just in time to see him putting it out against the sidewalk, tossing it somewhere next to him.

“Sorry” he said, voice lower now.

Your expression softened immediately.

“I only didn’t say anything because it’s your birthday.”

That made him smile a little.

“You know I love it when you scold me” he said with a shrug. “Never hold back.”

You snorted quietly before leaning your head against his shoulder.

“I missed you so much, you know?” you admitted softly. “I mean, I know we call and text all the time, but it’s different when we’re together like this.”

Schlatt let out a slow breath.

“Yeah” he said quietly. “It’s so much better.”

The city noise faded into the background after that. A few moments later you tilted your head slightly to look up at him.

“I’m sorry I missed it when you blew out your candles.”

He shrugged easily. “It’s fine.”

“Am I allowed to know what you wished for?” you asked slyly.

Schlatt looked down at you for a second.

Actually looked at you.

“I think you already know what I wished for.”

You stilled slightly.

Slowly, you lifted your head from his shoulder and turned to look at him properly for the first time since he said it.

Schlatt’s expression softened a little at that.

“You can’t seriously look at me like that and tell me you don’t know” he said quietly. “I think you definitely know what I wished for.”

Your breath caught slightly.

“Well…” you said softly, voice lower now, “we can’t let the birthday boy not get what he wants now, can we?”

Schlatt went quiet.

His eyes flicked between yours before dropping briefly to your lips.

Then back up again.

You leaned in slowly.

And this time he met you halfway without hesitation.

The kiss was soft at first, almost careful, like both of you were still trying to process that this was actually happening after years of almosts and unsaid things.

Then his hand moved gently against your jaw, and suddenly it felt warmer.

More real.

When you finally pulled back, barely an inch apart, you could still feel his breath against your lips.

You smiled slightly.

“Happy birthday, Schlatt” you whispered.

For a second Schlatt didn’t say anything.

He just looked at you, close enough now that you could see the slight flush across his cheeks from the cold, the alcohol, maybe both.

Then he laughed softly under his breath, almost disbelieving.

“That’s all I get?” he murmured. “Maybe I wished for you to kiss me until I can’t breathe.”

You smiled immediately.

“Well we can’t have that now, can we?” you said softly. “I actually want this to happen and it won’t if you die.”

That got a real laugh out of him.

Warm and quiet and so familiar that it made something in your chest ache a little.

“Good point” he admitted.

“See? I’m thinking long term here.”

“Very responsible of you.”

“Thank you.”

Schlatt shook his head slightly, still smiling to himself before his eyes dropped back to your lips again.

“Still think I deserve at least one more” he muttered.

You leaned in just enough for your noses to brush lightly.

“Yeah?” you whispered.

“Mhm.”

“Guess it’s a good thing it’s still your birthday then.” you said before leaning in and pressing your lips softly against his again.

author’s note: thank you so much for the request schlatt kisser :p I wrote it a tiny bit differently then what you’ve asked but it’s only because I wanted it to fit schlatt’s personality more! hope you liked it !!

taglist: @ameiis @unlust-fvck @petalsmoons @weepingwillow178 @melon-bawler @gyeolred

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omg hi! i was obsessed with your schlatt roommate fic!! i couldn't find anywhere on your page if you take requests, feel free to delete this if that's the case!

smth smth being schlatt's childhood bestfriend and not having seen him in a while, maybe ted and charlie know you from a few times you've visited with schlatt. they invite u. you guys go to a club for schlatt's bday or smth and invites you bc they're pretty sure that j likes you but doesn't want to cross a line in your friendship? dancing on him? confession? Idk i just need That Man

thank you sm for your time!

I went and wrote this out as soon as I saw it :p tysm for the idea schaltt kisser!! It’ll be out very sooooooooon..

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1, you're a great writer and your schlatt fics are so perfect! 2,Do you happen to have the photos from the roomate fic? :D

1. thank you so much!!💌 2. do you mean these??

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check in on ur schlatt viewer friends. we are not ok

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baby you

pairings → jschlatt x streamer!reader

warnings → mentions of sex, jschlatt babying sick reader :p

summary → y/n tries to push through a stream while sick, but schlatt has other plans.

You’d been sick the entire stream.

Not deathly sick, just enough to make everything feel heavy. Your head hurt, your throat burned, and every time you laughed you regretted it.

But chat had been nice today, donations were good, and you kept saying you’d end after “one more game.”

At this point even you knew you looked miserable.

“You sound awful mama” one dono read.

“Oh I’m okay! thank you so much for the dono sydney” you said, pulling your blanket tighter around yourself as you queued up.

after losing yet another round you leaned back in your chair with a groan.

“Okay, maybe I should get off.”

The chat instantly flooded with people begging you for one more round, saying you can’t end on a loss.

You stared at the monitor for a second, already giving in with a soft sigh.

“…Okay maybe one mor-“

Your bedroom door opened.

You glanced over to your boyfriend schlatt, confused by how sudden he had pushed open the door.

He walked over next to your desk and pressed the back of his hand against your forehead.

He paused, feeling how hot your skin was.

You looked up at him in confusion.

Without a word, he reached over and said “bye chat” before clicking your mouse, and ending the stream.

The monitor went quiet.

“Wha-“

“C’mon.”

Before you could argue, he leaned down and picked you up out of the chair.

“Schlatt-“ you gasped automatically, grabbing onto his shirt.

“Let’s get you to bed, yeah?” he said quietly. “Your fever’s gettin worse.”

You opened your mouth to complain, but honestly you were too tired to try.

Instead you just let your head fall against his shoulder with a sigh while he carried you down the hall.

The bedroom was dim except for the lamp beside the bed.

He set you down carefully against the pillows before walking over to the closet.

You watched him through half-open eyes while he grabbed one of your oversized shirts and a pair of sleep shorts.

“I can do it” you said quietly, your voice a little rough from being sick.

“Arms” he muttered softly, ignoring your words completely as he sat down beside you with the clothes in his lap.

You sighed but lifted your arms anyway, too tired to actually fight him on it.

“You’re treating me like a child” you said while he pulled the oversized shirt over your head carefully.

“Oh, you don’t want me to baby you? You usually like that” he said dryly, trying not to smile.

The shirt fell past your hands once he fixed it properly on you.

“Oh fuck you” you muttered, though a small smile still grew on your face.

“Trust me baby, I would love to, as soon as you’re feeling better yeah?” he replied.

“Jerk” you whispered under your breath as he grabbed your sleep shorts from the nightstand.

“I heard that” he said while kneeling in front of you, looking up at you as he carefully slid the shorts up your bare legs before moving them back under the covers properly.

“You were supposed to” you said, squinting down at him sleepily before curling deeper into the bed, looking at him with a dazy expression.

Schlatt brushed your hair back from your forehead again before pressing the back of his hand there for a second.

“Jesus” he muttered. “You’re burning up.”

“I’m okay” you mumbled with a small reassuring smile.

He pulled the blanket up over you properly.

“You should’ve ended stream hours ago.”

“I know.”

“And stop reading chat when they tell you to keep going when you’re clearly tired, especially when you’re sick”

“They were being nice.”

“They were enabling you.”

That made you smile a little.

Schlatt looked at you for a second before reaching over to turn the lamp off.

The room went darker instantly.

Then the mattress dipped beside you.

You barely had enough energy to react before he pulled you against his chest, pressing a kiss to your head.

“Get some sleep toots” he muttered.

You nodded against him, already half asleep.

“I love you” you whispered sleepily.

“I love you more” he whispered back, smiling softly against your hair.

author’s note: thinking about making a jschlatt taglist reply with “💌” if you want to be added! :p I like writing cute little one shots like these!

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dude my crush on jschlatt is so bad im writing fics DURING my trip..I love that man..

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worst roommate ever

pairings → jschlatt x reader.

warnings → angst, mentions of sex.

summary → y/n’s new roommate is rude, annoying, and impossible to live with, but somewhere between the arguments and late nights, she starts realizing maybe jschlatt isn’t as much of an asshole as she thought.

“He just needs a place for like a month” laura said over the phone earlier that week. “His apartment’s getting renovated or something. He’s a friend of a friend, he’s clean, he works all the time, you’ll barely even notice he’s there.”

y/n agreed without further questions, Mostly because New York rent was criminal and having someone cover part of it for a month sounded nice.

And honestly, she liked having people around.

Her apartment was usually too quiet anyway.

So now she stood by the front door watching a very tall, broad guy drag a duffel bag into her apartment without a smile on his face.

Not nervous.

Not awkward.

Just deeply unimpressed by everything around him.

“…So…pink” he said finally.

Y/n blinked.

Mind you, the only pink thing in the room was the couch.

what had she gotten herself into.

She let out a small awkward laugh anyway.

“Yeah” she said. “It’s my favorite color.”

The silence after that stretched just long enough to become uncomfortable.

“Well” she said. “Your room’s down here.” walking down the hallway.

He followed behind her quietly.

The guest room wasn’t huge, but she’d tried to make it look nice before he arrived. Fresh sheets, clean desk, one of the lamps from the living room moved in there so it didn’t look depressing.

He stepped inside, setting his bag down beside the bed.

Then he just nodded once.

That was it.

Y/n didn’t know why she’d expected a thank you.

She leaned lightly against the doorframe instead.

“If you need anything” she said, “I’m down the hall.”

Without even looking at her while unzipping his bag, he answered, “I doubt I’ll need anything.”

Y/n stared at the side of his head for a second.

God, he was such an asshole.

She pressed her lips together, forcing herself not to say anything.

Instead she just nodded once.

“Okay then.”

And with that, she turned and walked out, shutting the guest room door behind her before heading straight to her own room.

The second her bedroom door closed, she grabbed her phone.

Laura answered almost immediately.

“I’m going to kill you” were the first words to fly out of y/n’s mouth.

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The first few days of living with Schlatt taught Y/n two things very quickly.

One, he was actually a surprisingly decent roommate.

And two, he was still unbelievably irritating.

He cleaned up after himself, never left dishes in the sink, barely made noise, and spent most of his time shut away in the guest room. Sometimes she’d forget he was even there until she heard heavy footsteps down the hallway at two in the morning.

Tonight, Y/n sat at the kitchen counter with her laptop open in front of her, fingers hovering tiredly over the keyboard while some random YouTube video played quietly from her phone beside her.

The apartment was dark except for the small light above the stove.

She was halfway through fixing an email when she heard a door open down the hall.

A second later, Schlatt walked into the kitchen wearing sweatpants and an old hoodie.

He looked half asleep.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just walked straight to the fridge and opened it, staring inside for a few seconds.

Then he sighed.

“Do you ever go grocery shopping?”

Y/n’s fingers paused over her keyboard.

“There’s pizza in there if you’re hungry” she said, already feeling herself getting irritated.

“Yeah, like two slices.”

Something about his tone made her jaw tighten.

“Well, sorry if my fridge isn’t up to your standards.”

He shut the fridge with a little more force than necessary.

“I’m just saying there’s no actual food in here.”

“You know you live here too, right?”

“I’ve been busy.”

Y/n looked up from her laptop finally.

“Oh, and I haven’t?”

He let out a slow breath through his nose, like she was already exhausting him, which only made her irritation worse.

“Why are you getting defensive?”

“Because every time you speak it sounds like you’re criticizing something.”

“Well I’m not” he said. “It was just an observation.”

Y/n laughed once under her breath, but there wasn’t anything amused about it.

“You don’t have to be such an asshole all the time, you know.”

That actually made him pause.

He looked at her properly for the first time since walking into the kitchen.

“…I’m not trying to be.”

“Well you’re doing a fantastic job anyway.”

Before he could answer, Y/n shut her laptop with a sharp snap and stood up from the counter.

Schlatt frowned slightly as she grabbed it.

“Where are you going?”

She looked at him like the answer was obvious.

“My room. Where else?”

Then she walked past him and down the hallway without another word.

A second later, her bedroom door shut, leaving Schlatt standing alone in the kitchen.

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The next afternoon, Y/n came home exhausted.

The meeting she’d spent all morning stressing over had dragged on almost two hours longer than it was supposed to, and all she wanted now was to change into sweatpants and go lay in bed for the rest of the night.

She dropped her bag by the couch and walked towards the kitchen, already reaching for the fridge handle before she pulled it open and paused.

The fridge was full.

Not kinda full.

Actually full.

Containers stacked neatly on one shelf, drinks lined up properly, fruit in the drawers, frozen stuff shoved into the freezer above.

Y/n just stared at it for a second.

Then she noticed the sticky note stuck to the fridge door.

You’re welcome.

She immediately closed her eyes.

“Oh my god” she muttered to herself.

Not because he bought groceries.

That part actually would’ve been nice.

It was the note.

The stupid fucking note.

it felt so condensing.

She ripped the sticky note off the fridge, crumpled it in her fist, and tossed it onto the counter.

Then, out of pure stubbornness, she grabbed absolutely nothing from the fridge.

Not the drinks.

Not the snacks.

Nothing.

Instead she ordered takeout an hour later.

By the time Schlatt got home that night, the apartment was quiet.

He dropped his keys onto the counter before opening the fridge.

Everything looked basically untouched.

He frowned slightly.

A little while later, he heard Y/n’s bedroom door open.

She walked into the kitchen in oversized pajama pants and a tank top, barely acknowledging him as she grabbed her water bottle off the counter.

Schlatt leaned back against the fridge.

“You haven’t used anything.”

Y/n unscrewed the lid to her bottle.

“What?”

“The groceries.”

She glanced at the fridge for half a second before looking back at the sink.

“Oh.”

Then she shrugged.

“It’s yours, why would I?”

Schlatt stared at her.

“…I bought it for the apartment.”

Y/n let out a quiet laugh at that.

“You left a ‘you’re welcome’ note on the fridge, Schlatt.”

“It was a joke.”

“well it didn’t feel like one”

He actually looked a little offended.

“jesus- you’re impossible you know that?”

Y/n turned the faucet on.

“I’m impossible?” she repeated with a short sarcastic laugh. “That’s funny, Schlatt.”

“Why are you mad?” he asked, sounding genuinely confused now. “I thought I was doing something nice.”

“It was nice until you left that passive aggressive note on the fridge.”

“It wasn’t passive aggressive.”

“It literally said ‘you’re welcome.’”

“Yeah” he said, “because you were complaining there was no food.”

Y/n turned toward him immediately.

“I was complaining about YOU.”

That shut him up for a second.

She tightened the lid onto her bottle before setting it down on the counter and pointing at him.

“See? This is what I mean” she said. “You do this thing where you act like everything you say is completely objective and everyone else is just crazy for reacting to it.”

Schlatt crossed his arms.

“You are overreacting.”

Y/n just stared at him.

Then she nodded once slowly.

“There it is again” she said quietly. “I can’t do this, Schlatt.”

Before he could respond, she turned and walked out of the kitchen.

A second later, her bedroom door shut down the hall, leaving him standing there alone.

Again.

The apartment went quiet.

Schlatt stayed where he was for a moment before his eyes dropped to the water bottle she’d left sitting on the counter.

He stared at it.

Then, with a quiet sigh, he grabbed it and headed down the hallway to her room.

Schlatt lifted his hand to knock.

Then paused.

He stood there for a second staring at the door, thinking about the look on her face in the kitchen.

How tired she’d sounded.

The last thing he wanted right now was to annoy her even more.

Slowly, he lowered his hand again.

After another second, he leaned down and set the bottle carefully on the floor outside her door before turning and walking back down the hallway.

A few hours later, Y/n finally remembered she’d left her water bottle in the kitchen.

With a tired sigh, she opened her bedroom door

and nearly tripped over it.

She looked down quickly.

Her bottle sat on the floor right outside her room.

Y/n stared at it for a second before realizing Schlatt must’ve been the one who brought it over.

Something weird twisted in her chest for a moment.

She ignored it immediately.

Then she bent down, grabbed the bottle, and went back into her room, shutting the door behind her quietly.

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she didn’t know why she went on that stupid blind date, she’d been in such a dry spell she thought that maybe this would be good.

bad is an understatement.

The guy spent the first twenty minutes talking about himself.

The next twenty talking about his ex.

And somehow, unbelievably, it still got worse.

At one point she mentioned ordering dessert and he laughed a little before saying,

“yeah you don’t seem like the type to say no to sweets.”

By the end of the date, Y/n genuinely felt sick with embarrassment.

So now she stood outside her apartment door past midnight trying very hard not to cry over some random asshole she’d known for less than two hours.

Which honestly just made her feel worse.

She shoved the front door open harder than necessary before kicking her shoes off near the couch, eyes already burning in that awful way that told her if someone spoke to her right now she’d probably cry.

The apartment was dark except for the kitchen light.

Schlatt looked up from where he stood by the counter the second she walked in.

“…Jesus” he said immediately. “What happened to you?”

“Not the time” she muttered quickly, already walking toward the hallway.

“The date was that bad?”

“Schlatt.”

“What’d he do?”

Y/n kept walking. “I seriously do not wanna talk right now.”

Instead of letting it go, he followed after her.

“What happened?”

“Nothing.”

“That’s bullshit.”

Before she could reach her room, Schlatt stepped in front of her, blocking the hallway.

Y/n looked up at him immediately, already irritated and emotional enough that it felt overwhelming all at once.

“Schlatt, get the hell out of my face.”

“No” he said easily. “I think I’m good right here.”

She stared at him in disbelief.

“You are so unbelievably annoying.” she said, her voice slightly shaking now.

“And you look like you’re about five seconds away from crying, so clearly something happened.”

Y/n immediately looked away at that.

For a second he just looked at her.

Then, quieter this time, he said “What did he do? did he say something to you?”

Y/n laughed once under her breath, but it sounded awful. Embarrassed more than amused.

“Apparently ordering dessert was the funniest thing he’d ever seen.”

Schlatt frowned immediately.

“What?”

“He made some comment about it. Said something like you don’t seem like the type to say no to sweets.” she said quickly, shrugging like she didn’t care even though her voice was already tightening. “Whatever. It doesn’t even matter.”

“The hell it doesn’t. That’s a shitty thing to say.”

“Can you move?”

“No.”

Y/n let out a frustrated breath, looking away from him.

Schlatt’s expression softened slightly then. “Hey” he said quieter this time. “talk to me”

“He spent the entire night talking to me like I was so stupid” she admitted quietly. “And every time I actually knew what I was talking about, he looked surprised by it, like it surprised him that I was actually intelligent”

Schlatt stared at her for a second.

“…So he was a moron.”

Despite herself, her mouth twitched slightly.

“He also spent twenty minutes talking about crypto.”

“Oh, so like clinically a moron.”

That got a laugh out of her.

A small one, but enough.

Schlatt noticed immediately.

A little smile pulled at the corner of his mouth before he looked down at her again.

“He had no idea what he was talking about” he said. “He’s an idiot, okay?”

Y/n looked down for a second, arms still crossed tightly over herself.

“i know..It still sucked though”

“Yeah” Schlatt said quietly. “I know.”

For a moment neither of them said anything.

Then, finally, Schlatt stepped back, moving out of the doorway and giving her room to get to her door again.

“Go to bed” he said. “You’ll feel less awful tomorrow.”

“Thanks” she said softly. “Goodnight, Schlatt.”

She smiled just a little before disappearing into her room.

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The next couple of days felt…different.

Not drastically.

Schlatt was still annoying.

Y/n was still convinced he enjoyed arguing just to argue.

But something had shifted slightly after that night in the hallway.

The apartment felt less tense now.

Less like two strangers trying not to step on each other’s toes.

It started with little things.

Y/n came home one afternoon to find takeout sitting on the kitchen counter.

No note this time.

Just her favorite order from the place down the street.

When she looked at him from across the living room, confused, Schlatt barely glanced up from his phone.

“They gave me two bags by accident.”

She stared at him for a second.

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“Eat your food.”

They still bickered constantly.

If anything, maybe more than before.

But now it felt different.

Lighter.

Like neither of them actually expected the other person to leave halfway through the conversation anymore.

One night, Schlatt was sitting on the couch editing something on his laptop while Y/n lay sprawled across the other end watching some awful reality show.

“This cannot be real” Schlatt muttered eventually, finally looking up from his screen.

Y/n looked over immediately.

“Oh, it’s real” she said. “These people are deeply unwell.”

Schlatt stared at the screen for another second. “You watch this voluntarily?”

Y/n grinned a little, shifting further into the couch cushions. “Mhmm course I do, it’s entertaining” she said she opened her laptop to work. “Hey i actually need a second opinion on something if you have the time” she added.

Schlatt shut his laptop halfway, “sure on what?”

Y/n turned her laptop toward him from across the couch.

“I had to edit these promo pictures for work and I can’t tell if I’ve been staring at them too long or if they actually look weird.”

he squinted immediately. “I can’t see shit from over here.”

“Then come look at it, grandpa.”

He gave her an unimpressed look but shifted anyway, moving across the couch until he dropped down beside her.

Close beside her.

Closer than he meant to, probably.

Y/n suddenly became very aware of it.

The warmth of his shoulder against hers.

She swallowed once and tried to focus on the phone in her hand instead.

“See?” she said quietly, pulling up the picture again. “Does the lighting look weird?”

Schlatt leaned closer to look.

His arm pressed against hers fully now.

For a second he actually focused on the photo.

Then his eyes flicked upward toward her instead.

And kind of stayed there.

Y/n looked up at the exact wrong moment.

The apartment suddenly felt way too quiet.

Schlatt’s eyes dropped briefly to her lips before he caught himself.

“I-it’s good” he said finally, voice lower now. Rougher somehow.

“Yeah?” she asked softly.

Her eyes flicked down to his mouth for half a second before meeting his eyes again.

“Yeah” he whispered.

Neither of them moved.

The reality show kept playing quietly in the background completely ignored now.

Y/n could actually hear her own heartbeat.

Schlatt looked at her for another few seconds.

“Schlatt” she whispered.

“Yeah?” he whispered back immediately.

Her eyes flicked down to his mouth before she could stop herself.

For a second neither of them moved at all, like both of them were waiting for the other person to change their mind first.

But Y/n didn’t move away.

And neither did he.

Slowly, Schlatt lifted one hand, almost hesitant for the first time since she’d met him, brushing his fingers lightly against the side of her face.

“Tell me to stop” he said quietly.

The fact that he asked nearly ruined her.

Instead of answering, Y/n grabbed the front of his hoodie and pulled him towards her, pressing her lips to his.

It wasn’t graceful.

They bumped into each other a little at first, awkward only because of how sudden it was, but then Schlatt made this quiet surprised sound against her mouth before kissing her back properly.

And god.

He kissed like he argued.

Confident. Intense. Like he wanted the last word.

His hand slid to her jaw carefully, thumb brushing against her cheek while hers stayed tangled in the fabric of his hoodie.

Y/n shifted closer without thinking, one of her knees brushing against his leg as she kissed him passionately.

Schlatt’s hand tightened slightly against her jaw before sliding down to her waist.

Then suddenly he was pulling her towards him.

Y/n let out a soft startled gasp against his mouth as he lifted her easily, guiding her onto his lap against the couch cushions without breaking the kiss for more than half a second.

“Jesus christ” she whispered breathlessly, hands instinctively grabbing onto his shoulders.

A quiet grin pulled at the corner of his mouth for just a second before he kissed her again.

One of his hands rested against her waist while the other stayed warm against the side of her neck, thumb brushing lightly against her skin every few seconds like he couldn’t stop touching her now that he’d started.

Eventually Schlatt pulled back just enough to look at her properly.

Her hair was messy now, lips slightly swollen, cheeks warm from kissing him.

He stared at her for a second too long.

“What?” she whispered, smiling a little.

He shook his head once, still looking at her like he was trying to figure something out.

Then, quieter this time, like it slipped out before he could stop it. “You’re really beautiful, you know that?”

Y/n’s breath caught slightly.

And then she felt it, felt him under her.

Her eyes flicked downward for half a second before immediately looking back at him again.

A slow smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

“Oh? I’m that beautiful?” she whispered.

Schlatt’s eyes dropped away from hers immediately, the slightest bit of embarrassment flashing across his face.

Y/n shifted slightly against his lap on purpose this time, and the low sound that left his throat almost made her lose composure completely.

“So…” she said softly, leaning closer until her lips barely brushed his. “You gonna take me to your room, big guy?”

Schlatt stared at her for a second like his brain had completely short circuited.

Then, without another word, his hands tightened around her waist as he stood up from the couch with her still in his arms.

Y/n let out a surprised laugh immediately, instinctively grabbing onto his shoulders.

Schlatt pushed his bedroom door open with one hand before carrying her inside, kicking it shut behind him.

Y/n’s smile softened slightly at the look on his face.

“What?” she whispered.

He shook his head once.

“You keep looking at me like that…” he murmured, putting her down and stepping closer until the back of her legs brushed the edge of the bed, “and I’m gonna forget how to act like a normal person.”

Y/n tilted her head slightly, looking up at him.

“Yeah?” she whispered.

Schlatt’s hand settled against her waist again, warm and steady, but she could still see the restraint in the way he held himself back.

So she leaned a little closer. “Then show me what you got”

the last bit of composure he had left disappeared completely.

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It had been almost a week now.

A week of stolen kisses in the kitchen while waiting for coffee to brew.

a week of making out on the couch while a movie played in the background.

A week of waking up tangled in his sheets after swearing she’d go back to her own room.

It felt weirdly domestic.

Y/n would come home exhausted from work and find him already in the kitchen making something lazy for dinner, complaining dramatically the entire time while she laughed at him from the counter.

Sometimes they’d eat on the couch.

Sometimes at the kitchen island.

Sometimes dinner got completely forgotten because one of them kissed the other halfway through a conversation and suddenly nothing else mattered anymore.

It should’ve felt temporary.

But it didn’t.

That was the problem.

Because there was only one week left before he moved back to his apartment.

One week before this ended.

And Y/n hated how much that thought had started sitting heavily in her chest.

Tonight, the room was quiet except for the faint sound of rain against the windows.

Y/n lay curled against Schlatt’s bare chest, one of his arms loosely around her while his fingers traced absentminded patterns against her shoulder.

“what are you thinking about, toots?” he asked quietly, looking down at her.

“hmm?” she murmured, pulling herself out of her thoughts.

“I said what are you thinking about?” he repeated, brushing a piece of hair back away from her face.

Y/n hesitated for a second.

Then she sat up slowly, pulling the blankets with her to cover herself as she shifted to face him properly.

Schlatt’s expression changed immediately when he noticed the look on her face.

“what’s going to happen when you move out?” she asked suddenly.

For a second he just looked at her.

“what do you mean?”

Y/n looked down briefly at the blanket gathered in her hands before forcing herself to continue.

“you know what I mean, schaltt” she said quietly. “Like what’s gonna happen with…us. If there even is an us.”

God, even saying it out loud made her feel stupid.

Vulnerable in a way she hated.

Schlatt sat up properly then too, leaning back against the headboard as he looked at her.

“okay first of all” he said immediately, brows pulling together slightly, “of course there’s an us. Did you think this was just sex?”

Y/n looked at him carefully.

“no” she admitted softly. “Did you?”

“Hell no” he said so fast it almost made her laugh. “Y/n, I actually really like you.”

Something warm twisted painfully in her chest at that.

Her smile turned small and almost shy.

“you do?”

“yeah” he said, looking at her like the answer should’ve been obvious by now. “Even when I move back to my apartment, I wanna keep seeing you.”

Y/n felt herself relax slightly for what felt like the first time all night.

Schlatt rubbed the back of his neck once before continuing.

“I was actually thinking I’d take you out on the last night I’m here” he admitted. “Been trying to figure out how to ask without sounding stupid.”

That made her laugh quietly.

“You? Sounding stupid? Never.”

“shut up” he muttered automatically with a small laugh.

Y/n smiled, moving closer again until she was back against his chest.

Schlatt wrapped an arm around her immediately, pulling her against him like it was instinct now.

After a second he pressed a kiss lightly against the top of her head.

“for the record” he murmured quietly, “I’ve been freaking out about this too.”

Y/n tilted her head up slightly. “Really?”

“Yeah” he said. “Thought maybe you’d wake up one day and realize I was annoying as hell and kick me out before the month was even over.”

She laughed softly against his chest.

“You are annoying as hell.”

“Yeah, see?”

“But” she said quietly, looking up at him again, “I kinda like you anyway.”

The smile that pulled at the corner of Schlatt’s mouth that looked almost unfairly soft.

“Good” he murmured before kissing her slowly.

author’s note: first time writing for schlatt kinda nervous…also I am on a trip and haven’t proof read this so excuse me if there’s any mistakes :p

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Close Call ‧₊˚🕷‧₊˚

pairings → bnd!peter parker x reader.

warnings → none.

summary → Peter goes on patrol on a rainy night and comes back with 2 kittens.

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Rain tapped softly against the windows of Y/n’s apartment, steady and calming beneath the low sound of thunder rumbling somewhere far off in the distance.

The whole apartment felt warm tonight.

Soft yellow lighting glowed through the living room, music humming quietly from her speaker while she sat curled up on the couch with her sketchbook balanced against her knees. One of her blankets was wrapped loosely around her legs, a half-finished cup of tea forgotten on the coffee table beside her.

Her pencil moved absentmindedly across the page, doodling little flowers into the corners while she listened to the rain outside.

Usually storms like this made New York feel quieter somehow, softer.

But every now and then her thoughts drifted towards Peter.

Somewhere out there in the freezing rain.

Probably soaked through his suit by now.

Probably pretending he wasn’t cold.

I mean sure he had his suit heater, but how long was it going to keep him warm?

Her chest tightened a little at the thought.

She tried to push it away, focusing back on her drawing as thunder echoed again outside.

then she suddenly heard 3 fast knocks on her window.

Y/n’s eyes widened immediately as she realized it was probably Peter outside her window.

She rushed up from the couch, blanket slipping off her legs as she crossed the apartment quickly. The second she pulled the curtain aside, her stomach dropped.

“Holy shit, Peter-“

He stood outside on the fire escape completely drenched, rainwater practically dripping off him, his suit clinging to him and in one hand he was holding a plastic bag.

a plastic bag that she just saw move.

“…what the hell?”

Peter looked exhausted.

“Do you happen to be allergic to cats?” he asked quickly.

Her mouth dropped open.

“Peter are there cats in that plastic bag?!” she whisper-yelled.

“Baby, answer the question” he said, shivering slightly. “Are you allergic to cats or not?”

“No! No I’m not!” she said immediately, already pulling the window open wider. “Come in, oh my god-you must be freezing.”

Peter climbed inside awkwardly, landing heavily onto the floor near the couch.

The second he crouched down, his teeth started chattering hard enough to make Y/n wince.

“Oh my god, Pete.”

She dropped beside him quickly while he tugged his mask off with freezing fingers before carefully opening the plastic bag resting in his lap.

Two tiny kittens blinked up at them.

They were impossibly small.

Tiny little things soaked from the rain, pressed together and trembling.

Y/n’s entire face softened instantly.

“Oh my god…” she whispered.

Peter looked down at them, exhausted. “Their mom abandoned them. I found them in a sewer crying.” He swallowed slightly. “They were getting soaked from the rain.”

Y/n looked like she might actually cry.

“Hold on-hold on-“

She hurried up quickly, disappearing into the hallway before returning with the softest blanket she owned along with a towel.

Peter watched quietly while she carefully lifted the kittens out one at a time like they were made of glass.

“They’re freezing” she murmured softly.

She wrapped them gently in the towel first, drying them carefully before tucking both kittens into the warm blanket in her lap. One of them immediately curled closer into the warmth.

Peter let out a tired breath, shoulders finally relaxing a little now that they were safe.

Y/n glanced over at him then frowned immediately.

“Pete, you’re shaking.”

“I’m okay” he lied instantly.

Y/n pointed firmly toward the bathroom. “Go shower. Right now.”

“I’ll look after them until then” she added softly, adjusting the blanket around the kittens carefully. “Go warm up.”

Peter stared at her for a second.

At the kittens curled safely in her lap.

At the way she was already looking at them with so much care like she’d known them forever.

Something soft tugged painfully at his chest.

“…okay” he mumbled quietly.

Then he leaned down quickly, pressing a freezing cold kiss against her cheek before dragging himself toward the bathroom.

After a few minutes, she stood carefully and carried the kittens over to the couch, setting them down inside a little nest she made out of blankets and one of her hoodies.

The bathroom door opened not long after.

Peter stepped out with damp curls and sweatpants hanging low on his hips, wearing one of the old t-shirts he kept at her apartment. Steam still clung faintly to his skin from the hot shower, though his cheeks were finally starting to regain some color.

One of the kittens had somehow managed to wiggle halfway out of the blanket almost immediately after Peter sat down beside them.

Peter noticed instantly.

“Hey, hey-where do you think you’re going?” he murmured softly.

He carefully slid his hands underneath the tiny kitten and lifted it up against his chest.

The thing was so small it fit entirely in one of his palms.

Peter stared down at it with one hand cupped around its little body while the other instinctively shielded it closer to him, thumb brushing gently over its head.

The kitten blinked up at him sleepily and let out the tiniest sound and something inside Y/n genuinely melted.

Her eyes glossed over before she could stop it.

God.

He looked so gentle like this.

His curls were still damp from the quick shower he’d taken, messy at the ends where they curled against his forehead. He still looked tired too, dark circles faint beneath his eyes, shoulders heavy with exhaustion, but there was something so painfully gentle about him sitting there on her couch at almost two in the morning holding two tiny sewer kittens like they were the most important things in the world.

She felt her chest ache with it.

She was so unbelievably in love with him it was almost embarrassing.

Peter glanced up after a second.

And immediately caught her staring.

“…what?”

“Nothing.”

“Are you crying?” he suddenly exclaimed, quickly putting the kitten down beside its sibling before turning all his attention to his girlfriend.

“No, no, no-I just…” she laughed softly, shaking her head a little. “You holding that kitten literally made my heart like… like it just-ugh, I just love you.”

Peter blew out a quiet breath through his nose, smiling helplessly as he leaned closer.

His fingers curled gently around her chin before he pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

She kissed him back immediately, smiling into his lips.

Peter smiled too, his thumb brushing lightly against her jaw for a second before pulling back just enough to look at her.

“You’re so cute” he murmured quietly.

She smiled shyly almost immediately at that, ducking her head a little like she suddenly didn’t know what to do with herself under the way he was looking at her.

Peter’s expression softened even more.

God, he loved her.

His hand slid from her chin to her cheek, thumb brushing gently across warm skin as he looked at her for a second like he was trying to memorize the moment.

“I love you so much” he said quietly.

Y/n’s smile widened a little at the words.

“No seriously” he murmured, leaning closer again, his forehead resting lightly against hers. “Like… an insane amount.”

Y/n let out a soft laugh through her smile, her hand coming up to rest against his wrist.

“I love you an insane amount too” she whispered back.

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The front door swung open just after eight in the morning, Peter stepping inside with two small bags from the pet store.

His hair was messy from the wind outside, curls sticking up in different directions like he’d barely bothered fixing them before leaving. He still looked half asleep.

He’d gone to the store the second it opened so the kittens would actually have something to eat besides being wrapped in blankets and loved aggressively.

Y/n looked up from the couch sleepily as he walked in, one of her blankets still wrapped around her shoulders.

Peter crossed the apartment and dropped the bags carefully onto the coffee table before crouching beside the little blanket nest they’d made for the kittens during the night.

The second he saw them, his expression softened completely.

“Well” he murmured, “how are our sewer babies doing this morning?”

Y/n smiled tiredly, reaching down to gently pet one of the tiny heads with her fingertip.

“Good” she said quietly. “But… we might have to stop calling them sewer babies.”

Peter looked up at her immediately. “Why? That’s their story.”

“I know, but I kinda feel bad” she laughed softly. “Imagine surviving the streets just to be named Sewer Baby forever.”

“Okay then” Peter shrugged, reaching into one of the bags. “Choose names for them.”

Y/n’s smile softened slightly at that.

“…Are we keeping them?” she asked quietly. “I don’t wanna pick names if we’re not. It’ll just make me more attached.”

Peter looked up at her immediately, like the answer was obvious.

“Why are you asking me?” he said warmly. “If you wanna keep them, we’re keeping them. It’s up to you.”

Something in her expression softened completely.

She smiled a little before nodding.

“…I wanna keep them.”

Peter grinned instantly.

“Okay then” he said, pulling the tiny baby bottles from the bag triumphantly. “Start thinking up names while I prepare their bottles.”

Y/n laughed softly as he headed toward the kitchen with complete seriousness, already reading the instructions on the back of the kitten formula.

She watched him for a second from the couch, something warm settling quietly in her chest.

A few minutes later, Peter came back carefully holding the tiny bottles.

One of the kittens let out a tiny squeak as soon as Peter sat down.

Peter’s expression softened. “Okay, okay. We’re getting to it.”

Carefully, he picked one of them up, supporting its tiny body in his hand, before guiding the bottle to its mouth, y/n doing the same with the other kitten, licking it up and carefully feeding it.

Both of them went quiet for a second.

Y/n looked over at him, smiling a little at how focused he looked.

The kitten’s tiny paws pressed weakly against Peter’s fingers while he kept adjusting his grip every few seconds like he was scared of holding it wrong.

He finally glanced over at her then, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly before looking back down at the kitten curled in his hands.

“so any names?” he asked her.

“hmmm” she hummed looking between them, “tomato and soup” she said.

“okay tomato and soup it is” Peter laughed.

author’s note: haiii I’ll be going on a trip for like a week so no new chapters but tbh I’m starting to lose motivation :p I feel like they’ve fallen for each other so now it’s kinda boring so we’ll see if I have any motivation when I’m back I’ll continue..

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Close Call ‧₊˚🕷‧₊˚

pairings → bnd!peter parker x reader.

warnings → mentions of alcohol, family issues, angst if you squint, fluff :p

summary → peter notices something’s been off with y/n all night, and after a few drinks, she finally lets him see why.

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✩₊˚.⋆ Chapter sixteen ⋆⁺₊✧

Y/n stood behind the counter, adjusting a stack of books that didn’t really need adjusting. She lined the edges up carefully, pressing them into place before stepping back-then immediately fixing them again.

“Relax” Lauren said from beside her, barely glancing up from her phone. “It’s a book signing, not your wedding day.”

“I am relaxed” Y/n muttered, nudging the top book into perfect alignment.

Lauren finally looked up, one eyebrow raised. “You’ve fixed that same stack three times.”

Y/n paused, then crossed her arms loosely. “…I like symmetry.”

Lauren let out a quiet laugh. “Yeah, okay.”

The store buzzed quietly around them. Chairs had been arranged near the front windows for the signing, soft music drifting through the speakers overhead while Karen moved around making last-minute adjustments. The smell of coffee and paper filled the air, warm and familiar.

Y/n usually loved nights like this.

But tonight her thoughts felt tangled and restless, like she couldn’t settle into herself properly.

The bell above the door chimed.

Her head lifted automatically.

And just like that, something inside her softened.

Peter stepped into the store with cold air curling in behind him. His hoodie hung loose over his frame, sleeves pushed up slightly past his wrists. His curls looked windblown and messy, cheeks pink from outside.

His eyes found her immediately.

They always did.

his expression turning into something soft and warm as he smiled.

“Hey” he said as he walked over.

Y/n smiled a little. “Hi.”

Peter leaned casually against the counter beside her, glancing around the shop before looking back at her.

“Where do you want me?”

She shook her head lightly, fingers tracing the edge of the counter absentmindedly. “You don’t have to do anything..Just hang around if you’re not busy.”

There was something about the way she said it that made his expression shift slightly.

she wasn’t asking for help when she told him to come by.

She just wanted him there.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I’m not busy.”

His hand moved without thinking, brushing lightly against hers where it rested against the counter. Not fully holding it. Just enough to feel her there.

Y/n glanced down at the touch before looking back up at him.

The smile she gave him this time was softer.

But something about it still didn’t sit right with him.

Peter knew her too well not to notice.

Something was bothering her.

He could feel it almost immediately.

But he didn’t say anything yet.

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The event began not long after.

people gathered in a loose semi-circle around the author as she spoke. Her voice carried easily through the store, steady and practiced.

Y/n stayed near the side of the store, tucked beside one of the bookshelves with her arms folded loosely across her chest. She watched and listened, but not fully there.

Her thoughts drifted in and out, catching on random things before slipping away again.

Peter had been in the back room with Karen at first, helping her with something technical on the computer. Once it was sorted, he lingered for a second before glancing out towards the shelves.

And like always, his attention found her immediately and he moved quietly through the crowd until he was standing just behind her.

he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, warm and familiar, pulling her back against him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

She softened instantly.

The tension she hadn’t even realized she was holding slipped away, her head tipping back slightly until it brushed his shoulder.

A small smile tugged at her lips.

“Hi” he murmured, his voice low enough that only she could hear.

“Hi” she breathed back.

She wasn’t tense, She wasn’t pulling away but something about her felt… quieter than usual. Like she was there, but not all the way.

His grip tightened just slightly.

“You okay?” he whispered.

She nodded almost immediately. “Yeah just.. tired.”

He didn’t fully believe that.

But he also knew better than to push her before she was ready.

So instead, he pressed a soft kiss into her hair and stayed there holding her while the author continued speaking.

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By the time the book signing ended, the shop felt lighter again as people filtered out slowly, once it was officially closing time karen clapped her hands once. “Alright, that went well. No one knocked anything over, no one cried, and we made sales.”

Lauren raised a hand. “I almost cried.”

“We’re not counting you laur” Karen said.

Y/n laughed quietly, leaning against the counter next to Peter.

Karen glanced between them. “We’re going to the bar across the street, my treat, you guys deserve it”

Lauren gasped. “I love you.”

“I know” Karen said, already grabbing her coat. “Let’s go before I change my mind.”

The bar was warm, dim, a little loud-but not overwhelming. they all squeezed into a booth, their drinks arriving faster than expected.

Peter stayed beside Y/n the entire time.

Close enough that his knee rested against hers underneath the table.

Y/n didn’t plan on drinking much.

But one drink turned into two… then another..then another…and by the time they were leaving, her head felt light, her steps a little uneven.

Peter’s hand immediately settled against her waist to steady her. “Okay” he murmured as they stepped out into the cooler air. “I’ve got you.”

“I’m fine” she insisted, immediately leaning into him.

“Mhm m’sure you are” he hummed.

The walk back wasn’t long.

the second they reached their building, Peter bent slightly and scooped her into his arms without hesitation.

Y/n immediately melted against him with a soft sound, arms loosely wrapping around his neck while her head dropped against his shoulder.

“Remember last time you carried me up these stairs?” she mumbled sleepily.

Peter smiled to himself as he climbed. “Yeah”

“I thought you were sooo hot for that.”

He laughed quietly under his breath.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah” she said seriously, lifting her head slightly to look at him. “I think you’re very hot actually. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you that.”

Peter’s cheeks warmed immediately.

“Thank you” he said, trying and failing to sound normal.

He smiled despite himself, adjusting his grip on her as he reached her apartment door.

He unlocked it with her keys and nudged the door shut behind them once they were inside.

Peter carefully set her back on her feet, though he kept a hand on her waist when she immediately swayed a little.

“Okay” he said softly. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Okay” she echoed.

He guided her towards the bed, helping her sit.

Careful, gentle.

He moved slowly, helping her out of her clothes, making sure she didn’t trip over herself in the process.

She watched him quietly for a second before speaking, her voice softer this time. “…you know my mom called today.”

Peter stilled almost immediately.

Something in his expression shifted, like he already knew where this conversation was heading. He knew how her parents were. Knew how easily they could make her feel small without even trying.

“…yeah?” he said gently.

“Yeah..she kept telling me to come back home” she murmured, her voice quieter now, the buzz softening into something else. “saying what am I doing all alone in New York?”

His chest tightened.

“I told her I’m not alone” she went on, shaking her head faintly. “And even if I was… what difference would it make going back? I’d still be alone there.”

Her eyes lifted to his.

“You know?”

Peter stepped closer without thinking, his hand coming up to cup her face, thumb brushing lightly along her cheek.

“Yeah, baby” he said softly. “I know.”

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. He hated that they could still do this to her. Hated that one phone call was enough to leave her carrying this heaviness around all day.

“I’m so happy you and I met, Peter” she whispered.

Something in his chest pulled tight in the best way.

“Me too” he murmured.

He stood for a second after that, pulling his shirt over his head, then his pants, tossing them aside before climbing into bed.

“C’mere.”

She didn’t hesitate.

She crawled toward him, settling into his arms like it was instinct, her head tucking under his chin, her body fitting against his like it had always been meant to.

His arms wrapped around her immediately.

His fingers slid into her hair, moving slowly, gently, grounding.

“I’m sorry” he said quietly after a moment. “For how they treated you.”

She shifted a little closer, her hand curling loosely against his chest.

“They’re missing out” he continued softly, his voice low in the quiet room as his hand moved through her hair again, careful, soothing.

“They don’t get to see how much light you bring into a room just by being in it, or how special and kind your heart is”

He let out a small breath.

“and that’s their biggest loss.”

He pressed a soft kiss into her hair.

“You’re not alone” he whispered, pressing another kiss into her hair. “Not here, not with me.”

He kept talking quietly after that even when he wasn’t sure she was still awake.

Just soft little things.

Mindless things.

Anything to fill the silence for her.

But eventually he glanced down and realized she’d fallen asleep halfway through it.

Her face relaxed completely against his chest.

Peter smiled to himself, something soft settling in his chest. Carefully, he brushed a few strands of hair away from her face, his fingers lingering for just a second.

Then he leaned down and pressed a quiet kiss to her head, holding her a little closer after.

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author’s note: omg I have the cutest idea for the next chapter, I haven’t written it yet so I’ll have to write and see if I’m sticking with the idea or not :p but it’s very happy dw…

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Close Call ‧₊˚🕷‧₊˚

pairings → bnd!peter parker x reader.

warnings → mentions of sex, super cute fluff :p

summary → after a few days of something soft and new, y/n and peter settle into a love that feels a little too good to be real.

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✩₊˚.⋆ Chapter fifteen ⋆⁺₊✧

It had been a few days since the rooftop.

A few days of something soft and new and a little unreal.

One of her favorite parts, she realized, was waking up in his arms.

Like this.

Warm, half-asleep, wrapped up in him like the world couldn’t quite reach her yet.

Except today.

Her eyes blinked open slowly, still heavy with sleep.

For a second, she just laid there, her back tucked against his bare chest, his big arms wrapped around her.

Then her gaze drifted to the clock.

And her eyes widened.

“Shit-“

She pushed herself up quickly, trying to peel his arms off her, but his grip tightened instinctively, pulling her back in.

“Peter-“ she groaned, half laughing, half panicked. “Let go, I’m late.”

He made a low, sleepy sound, face pressing further into her shoulder.

“Five more minutes” he mumbled.

“No” she said, prying his arm off with more effort this time. “I actually mean it, I’m so late!”

Eventually, she managed to free herself, slipping out of his arms and heading straight for the bathroom.

She was wearing his shirt- just his star wars shirt-and she tugged it off as soon as she stepped inside, tossing it aside as she reached for her toothbrush.

Behind her, Peter shifted, blinking awake slowly, rubbing a hand over his face as he listened to her move around.

He pushed himself up, dragging himself out of bed and padding after her in his boxers.

he grabbed his toothbrush, watching as she moved towards the shower.

“Can I join?” he asked, already putting toothpaste on it.

“Nope.”

“What? Why?” he asked, words slightly muffled as he brushed his teeth.

She clipped her hair up quickly, barely sparing him a glance.

“Because if you join, I’m gonna be extra late, and Lauren’s going to be extra mad at me.”

Peter spat into the sink, frowning.

“Lauren’s always late!” he said, crossing his arms, big, annoyingly convincing arms. “You can be late for once.”

“not today we have to set up the website like asap or Karen’s gonna fire both of us” she says quickly.

“Karen loves you she’d never fire you!” Peter exclaims.

She paused, eyeing him for a second before sighing.

“You can come in, but no dirty business. I’m serious Pete, I’m already late.” she warned.

His face lit up immediately

“okay okay no dirty business” he said as he took off his boxers, stepping into the shower with her.

The second he got in, his hands found her waist like it was instinct, pulling her against him.

“Good morning” he murmured, lips brushing against hers.

“Good morning” she replied, a little dazed despite herself, every word she’d said about being late flying out of her brain. she hated how weak he made her.

“C’mon” he said softly, his voice dipping as his lips trailed lightly along her jaw. “Five minutes..we can be done in five minutes..”

She let out a quiet breath, her head tipping slightly back, she hated that she couldn’t say no.

“I hate you” she whispered.

Peter grinned against her skin.

“You love me.”

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The bell above the door chimed loudly as she rushed in, slightly out of breath.

“Where the hell have you been?” Lauren called from behind the counter. “We were supposed to update the website this morning!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry” Y/n rushed out, already moving behind the counter, trying to fix herself a little as she went.

Lauren looked at her and paused.

then she gasped suddenly.

“Oh my god” she whispered, grabbing her arm. “You didn’t.”

“what?” y/n said, blinking at her.

“holy shit-You did” Lauren said, eyes wide now. “You totally did.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Y/n asked, already regretting asking.

“you had sex with Peter” She said, delighted.

“what.” she said.

“oh my god, you totally had sex with him” Lauren grinned, way too pleased.

“Please stop talking.” Y/n groaned, dragging a hand down her face.

“Oh, I’m never stopping” Lauren shot back immediately. “Details. Right now.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No!” Y/n repeated, shaking her head harder this time, trying to focus on literally anything else.

Lauren leaned closer, lowering her voice like it was the most serious thing in the world.

“Was it good?”

y/n tried to ignore her but the thought of her and peter being in bed popped into her head and she couldn’t help but smile a little.

Lauren clutched her chest dramatically.

“Oh, it was good” she whispered.

Y/n shoved her lightly.

“Go help a customer or something.”

Lauren didn’t move. If anything, she leaned in even closer, eyes practically sparkling.

“No way! I want to hear all about it” Lauren said immediately, lowering her voice like this was the most serious conversation of her life.

“hear about what?” Karen’s voice came from the back as she pushed the door open with her shoulder, stepping out.

“her and Peter hooked up” Lauren said, making y/n eyes widen as she hit Lauren’s arm with the back of her hand, making her wince “ow!”

Karen paused for exactly half a second.

“about damn time” Karen said, completely unfazed as she reached for the register.

Y/n dropped her face into her hands, shoulders hunching as heat rushed to her cheeks.

“I hate you guys” she muttered, embarrassed.

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Y/n sat on the roof again, legs crossed, her sketchbook resting on her lap as she filled the page with small, cute drawings. Her pencil moved easily, her mind calm for once. She didn’t even realize she was smiling.

A familiar thud snapped her out of it.

She looked up just as he landed.

“You won’t believe what just happened” Peter said immediately, already walking toward her.

A soft laugh slipped out of her as she set her sketchbook aside, shifting slightly to make space as he dropped down next to her.

His fingers hooked under the edge of his mask, lifting it just enough so only his lips were visible.

“but first-“

He leaned in and kissed her.

Y/n melted into it instantly, smiling against his lips. Her hands came up without thinking, cupping his face and pulling him closer.

She let out a quiet laugh against his lips, breaking it just enough to pull back.

“what happened, Pete?” she asked, still smiling, still close.

“Right” he said quickly, pulling back just enough. “Okay, so-there was a jewelry store getting robbed.”

Her expression shifted immediately. “Okay…?”

“And I swing in, right? Totally normal, nothing crazy yet” he said, hands moving as he talked. “There’s like three guys, masks, the whole thing, I’m thinking-easy, done in five minutes.”

Y/n crossed her arms lightly, watching him. “Of course you were.”

“Hey-“ he pointed at her. “I was right..mostly.”

“Mostly?”

“…one of them pulled out a flamethrower.”

She blinked. “what?”

“he pulled out a flamethrower” he repeated, like that helped. “Like a full-on, movie-level flamethrower. I didn’t even know people could just… have those.”

Y/n stared at him for a second before breaking into a laugh. “holy shit! wait-are you okay?”

“yeah I’m okay, I webbed it up and disarmed him, no one got hurt.” He smiled.

“Good..Jesus-that’s… an insane choice for a weapon” she said, shaking her head.

“I know, right?” he said, laughing a little. “New York’s really raising the bar lately.”

She huffed out another laugh, scooting closer until she was leaning comfortably against his chest. His arm instinctively wrapped around her, and he pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head.

“how was your day?” he asked.

“horrifying” she said.

He stiffened slightly. “what? why?”

“Lauren somehow knew you and I hooked up” she said, dropping her face into her hands. “then she also told Karen.”

She felt his chest shake as he laughed.

“this isn’t funny, it was horrifying” she muttered.

“sorry, I’m sorry…what did they say?” Peter asked, still smiling.

“Karen said it was about time” y/n groaned.

He laughed again. “well it’s true, it was about time” Peter said, pressing another kiss to her head.

“And Lauren kept drilling me for details, but I didn’t say anything. She asked if it was good and I smiled because I couldn’t help it, and she was like oh my god it was good!” she finished, mocking Lauren’s voice at the end.

Peter grinned. “Oh it was sooo good” he said in a low voice.

“Shut up!” she laughed, nudging him.

His smile softened a little after that.

“I really missed you today, you know?” he said.

“You saw me this morning” she pointed out, grinning.

“Still… it was different. I just kept thinking about holding your hand, or kissing you, or hugging you-like I feel like it’s different now that I can do the things I’ve always wanted to do.”

Y/n didn’t say anything right away after that.

Her expression softened, her heart warming.

“…come here” she said quietly.

Her hand came up to his jaw, fingers brushing lightly along the edge of his mask, as she leaned in and kissed him.

This time it wasn’t rushed.

it was slower…softer.

He stilled for half a second, then melted into it, one hand settling at her waist, pulling her closer without thinking.

When she pulled back, she rested her head against his chest again, her fingers finding his gloved hand and lacing with it.

“I love you” she said softly.

“I love you more” he smiled into her hair.

She smiled at that, squeezing his hand gently.

She stayed quiet for a few seconds, thinking about what he said-about wanting to hold her hand all day. A soft smile spread across her face. “…you’re so cute, you know that?”

He huffed, smiling. “I fight bad guys for a living and this is the reputation I get?”

“you just admitted you’ve been thinking about holding my hand all day..you’re not exactly helping your case” she grinned.

He chuckled, pressing another kiss to the top of her head.

And as he sat there with her, her head resting against his chest, her hand in his, he realized something quietly, almost unexpectedly.

He’d loved before.

But never like this.

Never this deeply.

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author’s note: hello hello helloooo!! isn’t this just so cute, I feel like they’re too happy though I miss angst I miss sad peter and sad y/n….

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editing chapter 15 hope yall are ready for the cuteness aggression that is this chapter it’s genuinely pure fluff